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Someone PLEASE write for adult zuko
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I just read your latest Kurt fic (Just a dream) and I was wondering when you were planning to post part 2 ? Can't wait !!
Have a good day !
My apologies! Ive been so busy lately🥲 but DONT WORRY I'm getting to it, I promise I will not forget!! I'd say give me like a week or so 🥰
Just a dream
Pairings: Kurt Wagner x Female Reader
Summary: Kurt Wagner has stopped interacting with the team he says he's sick but, its definitely something else..
a/n: I might make a part 2 to this. We'll see, heh.. (I'm already working on it)
MDNI
It's not normal to see Kurt inactive, not once has he interacted with the team for the past week. He claims he's “Just sick ” but something deep down tells you otherwise. After another successful mission with the X-Men you finally get the chance to unwind. Getting comfortable in your bed, you turn off the lights, deciding to read a little before calling it a night. Your mind drifts off thinking of Kurt as you wonder what's really wrong with him before drifting to sleep.
*Bamf!*
You groan, not wanting to get up, but having no idea what that sound could've been, maybe you're just imagining things? I mean you are exhausted, or.. so you thought.. You feel something slowly slither up your thigh, it gently wraps around your leg, its warmth sending chills up your spine. A pair of warm hands slide up your waist startling you. You can't make out who it is, your room’s so dark the figure blends in like a needle in a haystack. His hands glide up your sides, your back arching in response.
Soon enough he lays his entire weight onto you caressing your neck with his lips as he kisses you up and down. He bites down hard enough to leave a mark. Licking over the new bite mark he guides himself down your body kissing every piece of uncovered skin down to your stomach. You're so glad you decided to wear just a tank top and your panties today. He lifts your shirt ever so slightly letting it sit just under your chest, you can feel him panting heavy and hot over your skin, like he's dying to feel you. You moan, feeling his warm tongue slide up the middle of your stomach stopping just short of where your shirt lays.
You can hear him chuckle softly, the sounds you make amusing him. “Bist du hier empfindlich, Liebling?” He says.. Whatever was keeping its grip on your leg has now guided it to the side giving him space to slide his head in between your thighs. He kisses the small but prominent wet spot that soaks through your panties, sliding his fingers down the covered slit. “May I?” He says, and finally.. The dots connect, The *Bamf*, The German, The “Thing” that wrapped around your leg.. It's Kurt.. Your face flushes as you realize, his voice is truly what gave it all away(surprisingly). You look away embarrassed that you've now just figured it out.
“Please.. Kurt” you say breathlessly like you've run a marathon, in reality you're so turned on by what he's doing, you never imagined Kurt of all the X-Men would do such a thing. Logan Of course, maybe even Hank.. But Kurt?! Safe to say you're surprised.. But not complaining.. He pulls your panties to the side admiring your pussy for a second before blowing cool air on your folds, you twitch and pulse against nothing. “Please don’t tease-” You barely finished your sentence before his lips were on you, his tongue licking a long stride against your heat. In an instant you drag your fingers into his hair, your legs begging to close against him. All that training he's done really shows as he keeps your legs pushed open with no struggle.
You moan and writhe under him, his tail rubbing against the sensitive part of your lower thigh. His nose rubs against your clit as he licks and sucks you down, your hips jitter against his mouth. You can feel that rush in your stomach, as it spreads up your spine, you're so close your back arching under his grasp. “oh- Oh! Kurt!” You moan, right before you hit your peak..
*Bamf!*
He's gone..
You wake up in a panic breathing heavy, sweat tainting your skin. “W-was that a dream?!” You laugh in disbelief you can't believe you just had a wet dream about the one person you probably shouldn't have one about. You look at the sweaty sheets, the wet patch in your panties. For some reason it smells like sulfur, or.. Brimstone?.. You clean up to the best of your abilities getting ready for the day, you look into the mirror that stands opposite of your bed taking a look at your outfit before noticing.. The bite mark, you reach up touching it, wincing a bit. “Was it.. A dream?”
Honeymoon Demon
What do you do when you're bored in a lecture? You write smut of course!
Kurt Wagner x Female Reader
Warning: Smut - Plain and simple, lots of it.
Hehehe I like the fuzzy blue man-
Not Proof Read, Shooting this out in class. Have fun
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Masterlist << PART 2 >>
You should have seen this coming- You really really should have..
Literally so hot, I can't..
watching the adrian torture scene for the first time legit felt like this
I don't know if this has been done but I NEED a villain waterboy x reader where you're a hero working for Sdn and waterboy has taken a liking to you. Like out of ALL the heroes he's messed with you're the only one he refuses to actually harm, he just likes to mess around with you 😉 and maybe.. a little smut added 👀
can you do reader (or oropo) x echo and make it explicit/smut or whatever people like calling it 🥲
Yeah!
God I wanna make a Poe dameron x reader soooo bad 😫🙏🏾
Should I?
can you do reader x dame echo?
I gotcha I'm doing it right now :>
OK! so I finished it! yay!! if you'd like one a bit more explicit let me know Ive got it covered, or just anything else in general!
Dame echo x reader
Among The Echos
The citadel is quiet when you find her. but that isn’t unusual silence seems to follow dame echo like a cloak.
You’ve learned the rhythm of her presence by now: where she drifts when the halls feel too crowded with oropo’s schemes, the way her shadow always appears on the balcony at dusk. Today is no different.
“You disappear like smoke,” you tell her softly as you approach, your voice sounding too loud in the vast chamber.
Her head turns, pale eyes catching the fractured light. “And you always follow,” she replies, her tone low and deliberate.
You shrug, moving to stand beside her. “Someone has to.”
A flicker of amusement ghosts across her lips, there and gone.
For a while, the two of you just look out over the ruins. The shattered sky stretches forever, pieces of whole worlds drifting just out of reach. You never get used to the way it feels endless and broken at the same time.
Finally, she speaks. “This place remembers more than we do.”
you glance at her. “What do you mean?”
“The stones keep their echoes,” she explains, running her hand over the railing. “Arguments. Laughter. Prayers. Every word said here still lingers, whether we hear them or not.” She pauses. “I spent years listening.”
You swallow, unsure what to say to that. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
Echo’s gaze sharpens, as though you’ve surprised her. “Sometimes. but it’s worse to forget. Worse to believe nothing mattered.”
Her voice carries a weight you rarely hear. Each word seems chosen, set carefully into place. You wonder how long it’s been since she allowed herself to speak this much.
“And you?” she asks suddenly, turning her eyes on you. “Would you rather hear the echoes, or nothing at all?”
You take your time answering, matching her gravity. “If i had the choice? i’d rather hear. Even if it hurts. At least then i’d know it was real.”
Her expression barely softens, but you catch it. “That is why i…” she stops, searching for the right words. “Why I keep you close.”
Your chest tightens. “Because i don’t let you forget?”
“Because you make the silence bearable,” she corrects gently.
The admission lodges itself in your heart, warm and heavy.
You reach for her hand where it rests on the stone. She doesn’t pull away. Instead, she threads her fingers through yours, slow but certain.
“Do you ever regret staying here?” you ask after a long moment.
Echo’s eyes drift back to the horizon. “regret…” she repeats, as if tasting the word. “I regret many things. But not this. Not you.”
The words are so direct, so unflinching, you almost forget how to breathe.
Silence settles between you again, but it feels different now thicker, fuller, filled with things neither of you need to say.
Eventually she leans closer, her shoulder brushing yours. “The others think i keep my distance,” she murmurs. “That i’m only a shadow of their voices... But i am not absent.” she squeezes your hand, firm, grounding. “Not with you.”
You rest your head against her shoulder, the fabric of her cloak cool beneath your cheek.
For a while, you both just stand there, listening to the broken world breathe around you. You realize.. she has never spoken more to anyone than she does to you.
I just want one chance 🙏🏾 he's so...
Smut about Todd graves and Aaron Carrol
About Aaron is crazy 😭 I'm on that 🙇🏾♀️
Smut slow burn about Zach bellus and a gorilla
STOPPPP 😭 LMAO
Fix it Felix X Kowalksi the penguin smut please
(This is Scott btw)
Cryingggg 😭
OSCAR ISAAC
Look at this man..
Wanted, Not Taken
Here's that spicy version I was talking about!! Again inspired by the song: guys my age. But Lowkey listen to it while you read.
You didn’t know what it meant to be wanted until now.
Not groped. Not claimed. Not shown off like a prize.
But wanted. Chosen.
Oropo kisses like someone who knows what he’s doing not from practice, but from obsession. His mouth moves against yours like he’s studied you, like he’s memorized every breath you’ve taken since the day you walked into his tower.
He doesn’t touch your waist right away.
He waits.
Lets your lips move against his in slow pulses. Watches your reactions like a scholar.
Then finally his hands slide down your hips.
“Don’t rush,” he murmurs. His voice isn’t gentle it’s heavy. A command in silk.
“Let me show you what it’s supposed to feel like.”
He lowers you onto the edge of the bed, not because he needs to, but because you’re already shaking. Which he noticed.
Of course he does.
You’ve never felt this exposed with someone fully clothed.
He’s still in his divine cloak... Still covered...
But somehow he’s the one undressing you.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, cupping your face again, thumb stroking your cheek. “They never took the time to see you like this, did they?”
You shake your head.
“You’ve been touched by hands that never meant it,” he continues, voice quiet but precise. “I don’t touch what I don’t intend to keep.”
He leans in kissing your neck. Down, down, slow and hot, until your back arches without thought.
He doesn’t fumble. He doesn’t ask what you want.
He waits for the exact breath where your thighs twitch under his hand and that’s when he drops to his knees.
No teasing. No games.
Just mouth on skin like prayer.
Tongue slow and deliberate, lips parting you like a secret.
He doesn’t talk while he does it, not like boys usually do, with ego and noise.
Oropo.. he's silent. Focused.
Your moans don’t just excite him. They feed something he’s never named the hunger to undo you with complete precision.
When your hand fists in his hair, his dark green eyes flick upward and he keeps eye contact while you fall apart.
He wants to see you break. And know that he’s the one who did it right.
After, he doesn’t smirk. Doesn’t gloat.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, rises slowly, and kisses you again like your pleasure was something he needed to taste.
“You’re not a girl to me,” he murmurs against your lips. “You're a woman.”
Well!? How was it?! It's short I know 😮💨 I'll make a longer oneee~ but hey it's good right? 🤭 Let me know if you want some yugo ones 🧐
Treat Me Like A Women..
Oropo headcanons? I know 🙄 I can't help it..
Based on the song: "Guys my age"
They all told you Oropo was cold.
Unfeeling. Manipulative. A villain wrapped in silk and intellect.
You heard the warnings. The whispers. The stories of how he dismantled kingdoms with nothing but words.
But no one ever told you how he touched.
It’s not his hands first. It’s the way he watches.
Like the moment you step into the room, the world pauses just long enough for him to drink you in with quiet reverence. There’s no lust in it. Not at first.
Just recognition.
He looks at you like you’re not something to win, but someone to understand.
He doesn’t ask where you’ve been.
He notices the tension in your shoulders, the unspoken exhaustion in your voice, and simply says,
“Sit. You’ve done enough today.” No boy has ever said that to you before.
Oropo never rushes you.
Never reaches without reading you first.
But when he touches you, it’s like he owns time.
His hand drifts along your wrist, slow, like he’s learning your pulse by memory. His thumb traces your lower lip during a conversation not to silence you, but like he’s thanking your mouth for existing.
When you move, he follows. Not like prey. Like gravity.
“Tell me what you want,” he says, once, voice deep and steady. “Not what you think I want to hear.”
You’re so used to guessing. To shrinking. To pretending what they gave you was enough.
But with him?
You say it. And he listens.
He never calls you "babe." Or "girl."
He says your name like it’s sacred. Sometimes, just your title “my equal,” “my love,” “my undoing.” Words meant to honor, not claim.
And when he finally does kiss you?
He cups your face like it’s a decision. One he’s made over and over again.
Like you are worth the ruin.
Like you are something only a man with a god’s heart would know how to keep.
“Do you know how long I’ve watched them overlook you?” he says, pulling back just enough to breathe you in. “Boys who only saw what they could touch.”
You say nothing.
Because the way he holds your hips firm, respectful, grounded says everything.
You feel worshipped. Like a goddess... Like a woman.
Like something real. Sharp. Grown.
They said Oropo was cold. But that was never true.
He just waited for someone who wouldn’t flinch when he said,
“I will not break you. I will never try to tame you. But if you let me, I’ll show you what it means to be chosen.”
And in his arms, you finally understand.
It was never about boys.
It was about someone who could see you for everything you are and meet you there.
BUT WAIT! There's more~ innnn the next part 🥲 boooo~ but hey! it'll be spicy~
Don't make me feel this..
Oropo x reader oneshot
The song that played when he was introduced..
“You’re a coward.”
The words come out sharper than you meant but you don’t take them back.
He just stands there.
Not furious. Not smug.
Just still. Like stone under tension.
Oropo doesn’t look at you right away. His back is turned, shoulders stiff, like he's afraid that facing you will give the truth more weight.
“You speak boldly for someone who doesn’t understand what’s at stake,” he says coldly.
“No,” you bite back. “I speak like someone who sees you running from everything you claim to be building.”
He finally turns slowly. His eyes burn like a star dying in its own gravity.
“I’ve sacrificed more than you could ever understand,” he seethes.
“I never asked you to sacrifice me.”
His mouth parts then closes. You see the fracture, the doubt, flicker across his face before he forces it back behind that damn composure.
“You say you don’t feel,” you continue, voice softer now. “But I see it. Every time you walk away. Every time you look at me like I’m the one thing you wish you didn’t want.”
A pause.
A dangerous one.
He stares at you like he wants to rip the words out of your mouth. Like your presence is both salvation and poison.
Then, too fast he moves.
You don’t even register it until your back hits the wall, his hand pressed beside your head, his breath hot against your lips.
“You make me feel things I shouldn’t be capable of feeling” he says lowly, voice shaking with the force of restraint. “You’re not supposed to matter. You weren’t supposed to matter.”
Your fingers graze his chest, feeling how tightly he holds himself together like letting go for even a second would destroy everything.
Before you could speak his mouth was already on yours.
It’s not gentle. It’s violent in how desperately he needs it.
He kisses you like he’s trying to undo it like if he presses hard enough, devours you completely, maybe he won’t feel so fragile.
Your hands fly to his cloak, clutching him like gravity failed, and he groans low and broken like it physically hurts to want this... To want you..
His teeth scrape your lip, his fingers threading through your hair like he's terrified you’ll vanish mid-breath. The kiss is all panic and ache and denial like everything he built is burning down and he’s trying to breathe you in before it’s gone.
And then he breaks it, just enough to gasp.
“Don’t make me feel this. Please.”
There’s silence nothing but the faint hum of the Tower's dying energy and the sound of Oropo breathing like he’s been holding it in for centuries.
His hands remain on you, unmoving, and yet you feel tension ripple through his fingers like he’s torn between clutching you tighter and letting go altogether.
“I can’t protect this place if I care about you,” he says finally, voice hoarse. “Caring makes me hesitate.”
You slide your hands up to his jaw, thumb brushing the edge of his maskless face.
“And what happens if you don’t care?” you ask. “What’s left of you then?”
His throat tightens beneath your touch.
“I don’t know,” he admits, raw and quiet. “I don’t know who I am if I’m not yugo.”
You feel the tremor in his shoulders the unspoken, I don't know how to stop. You want to say something to pull him out of it, to ground him, but he’s already speaking again.
“I built this Tower because I thought it would make me enough. More than him. More than the mistake. But even with all this… power, all this planning…”
He looks at you now. Really looks at you. Eyes full of something that burns worse than guilt.
“I still want you.”
It breaks out of him like confession, like blasphemy.
You don’t reply with words. You just lean in, brushing your lips against his again softer this time, no panic, no destruction. Just yes.
He exhales into the kiss like it’s the first time he’s ever let himself breathe.
When you finally part, his forehead rests against yours again, but this time his grip loosens. Not in surrender but in trust.
“I won’t ask you to stay,” he whispers.
And he lets the silence stretch between you, not heavy this time, but full.
You smile faintly. “You don’t have to..”
Bro I'd literally let this man fall apart against my mouth and ruin me just to call it love..
Ok so.. If y'all don't know Wakfu you HAVE to watch it! I don't see many if not any oropo oneshots or fics so thought I'd be the first right? Now I love me a fine piece of cake (Oropo) *insert some freaked out image*