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?”
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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You should have seen this coming- You really really should have..
They always say watch out for the innocent ones, you had always laughed it off especially since it was about Kurt of all people! He was so kind and generous, a heart of true gold and even a man who swore off premarital sex for his faith and respect he had for you.
The darling sweet German X-Men who had nestled his way into your heart and swept you off your feet as his wife.
He had been all soft words and sweet kisses when he carried you to the expensive honeymoon suite he had booked- a beautiful private cabin in the German Alps surrounded by pretty trees and mountains far from others.
Completely Secluded-
Oh you really really should have seen this coming...
How now that sweet husband of yours was currently between your legs and leaving you a moaning mess-
"K-Kurt!~"
You sob out, your thighs shaking around your now husband's head as you held onto his dark curly hair for dear life-
His callous hands holding your thighs firmly in place on his shoulders as he wrapped his lips around you, his tongue dragging up your folds before he tucked himself into you, His nose pressing into your clit as he seemed to hum in delight at your taste.
As if he had mapped your body out before hand he seemed to know each spot to hit- Those delicate little buttons that had forced the first orgasm from you, making you yank at his hair to try and break free from his mouth.
"P-Please I- Fuck!"
Broken moans barely able to leave you as you felt the crashing waves of your second orgasm already starting to climb through you. Feeling him pull back for a brief second, allowing a short breath to catch in your lungs of some small relief- Before you feel him wrap his lips around your clit and suck, his yellow eyes peering up at you as he did so.
Your head thrown back into the plush bed below, as a broken moan is forced through your throat. Clenching your legs about Kurt's head as you came- in most cases you'd been embarrassed by how fast you'd come undone, However those thoughts fell fast as you are rendered a whimpering mess barely able to think straight.
He pulled his head back as he moved to his full height staring at his work.
The pretty white sundress he had picked out for you- which you thought was just a sweet gesture in reality was really a gift wrapping for himself. Pulled up to your stomach showing your shaking thighs and cunt which made him give a fanged grin.
"I've waited so long for you" He all but growled, licking his lips clean of you as he stared at your quivering form on the rose petal covered bed.
"Night after Night Mein Liebling. I counted down to when I could have you"
Crawling up your form a almost impish look on his face as you looked to Kurt with wide eyes. Face flushed as he settled between your legs, his tail swaying behind him like a very pleased cat having gotten a mouse between their paws about to eat them alive-
A realization hitting you..
Oh dear God You're the mouse-
You're the fucking Mouse!
"And Now I can~"
You look up to him, seeing the Cheshire like smile on his lips His hands gripping your hips then as he pulled you flushed against his still pants self- a whimper leaving you at the fabric hitting your still sensitive core.
Leaning down he captured your lips in a heated kiss, you couldn't help but blush as the taste of yourself fills yojr senses. The brush of Kurt's fangs against your tongue as he dominated your lips- You feel his hands reach up and pull the front of the dress down just enough to palm your breast and knead them carefully, Sweet soft moans leaving past your lips at the soft actions.
Your hand drifts down to his waist band, giving them only a soft tug- However he got the message fast. His tail undoing the button of his pants kicking them off quickly, Paired with his underwear which was flicked away by his tail.
Pulling back briefly from the kiss he looks at you, giving a brught smile as he pulled off his shirt last. Leaving him bare before you which had you blushing when you looked down- Cause God Damn, This blue elf was Packing! Sure you expected as much seeing how he jumped around in a skin tight suit for his job, However this was a bit different. Standing proud amongst the dark indigo curls, easily a solid 9 inches of bright blu-
"You're staring Liebling"
He said, Snapping you from your wide eyed stare and mental analysis of your husbands cock, Your face turning bright red at this. He giggled at the look on your face clearly amused by it. Kurt hands started to gently run over your legs up your thighs clearly just admiring the feel of you under his palm- mapping them out to memory, you instinctively widening your legs at the gentle action. Kurt clearly wanting to go further as he met your eyes wanting permission it seems. You couldn't help but feel your chest flutter at the soft look on his face, nodded softly for him to continue.
Smiling he moved in back to his close slot between your legs stroking his cock a few times, Before slowly pressing into you.
His head rolled back as he let a hiss leave him, You could have swore you saw smoke leave his mouth. Your head pressing into the soft pillow below your head as you felt the slow ache of each inch press into you deeper and deeper- Almost painfully slow as you felt the stretch of him.
Before his hips snapped forward- A pleasured sigh leaves your lips as he bottoms out a as hiss leaving Kurt, mumbling softly in german to himself. Taking a few moments for the two of you to adjust to each other, connected on a completely different level now.
Rolling his hips forward slowly after a moment, as if testing the waters and watching your face closely. Seemingly pleased with the soft moan that broke through yohr lips.
Kurt grasped your hips tighter, Taking in the image of you below him. That pretty white sundress pulled up over your hips, and down just under your bust, your legs snug around him, that quickened breath with a deep blush over your face while also laid on the rose petal covered bed.
He couldn't paint a prettier picture if he tried-
Slowly pulling out he was gentle to thrust back in- Hearing that sweet sound leave your lips like a damn reward. His pace starting to pick up as he saw your face twist up in pleasure.
The tight grip he had and the way he seemed to expertly thrust into you had you swimming- you gripping the blankets hard. It was good- It was too damn good. Him hitting your g-spot with damn near painful accuracy with each thrust had you withering and moaning helplessly.
Your body bouncing and jolting with each building hit that sent your head spinning- It wasn't long before he wasn't holding back, Kurt's hips slamming into you- Feeling already the sting lf your inner thighs from the force but it could t even measure to the building pleasure. His name tumbling from your lips as you arched and moaned from under him. Still feeling far too close to a building orgasm from him forcing you to cum twice before this.
Kurt however could only feel you- Think of you- Everything of you as he felt you tightly. Burying himself into you damn near recklessly as he chased those sweet noises of yours, eyes casting down on the way he slid in and out of you.
Hypnotic - Eroctic?
All of the above.
He saw the way you curled and moaned out to him, with each powerful thrust that made you come undone however he saw how your body was starting to slide away from him. Having accidently starting to fuck you up the bed. Growling a bit under his breath as he pulled you back under him hard- Hearing the surprised noise you made which made him pause.
Already seeing the light bruises forming on your hips from his grip he released you before he paused his thrust momentarily making you look up at him confused at his actions as he shoved a pillow under your head and pudhed the two of you up higher on the bed right to the top.
Where he reached up grabbing the ornate headboard with both hands,
Hard.
Your body trapped now between Kurt and the Fluffy pillow being the only thing protecting you from the headboard he was now holding.
The sight was intense- A flutter of warmth coursing through your system as you looked up at him, not knowing that this moment could get hotter.
But God damn it did..
Kurt doesn't hold back this time, Pulling out all the way to the tip before thrusting back into you with a brutal pace.
"Fuck!~"
You couldn't help but scream out, back arched as your hand flies up pressing on the headboard as the other digs into Kurt's shoulder.
Kurt grinning at this as he kept his pace, Watching the glazed over look in your eyes starting to take place. Not even controlling your voice as your cried out-
Legs already shaking as he felt you so close so soon-
Before he suddently stopped once more- A frustrated cry leaving you as you look up teary eyed as you were met with a fake sweet smile as Kurt stared down at you. Still pressed deeply inside of you but not moving, cooing down at you.
"Now My Darling, I do not wish to break you. But do You want more?~"
He asked, So sweetly but clearly his voice strained and heavy. You knowing damn well he was just fucking with you at this point-
"YesYesYes!"
You can only cry out begging really- Which is what he wanted. Kurt tail wrapping around your ankle and drawing it up and out to your chest- a broken moan escaping from you as he started up his thrust once more, Making you feel him almost to your lungs with how he had you.
His pace was brutal, like he was molding your body to be for him only. Ruining you to the point you had to be his forever.
Sobs of bliss ripping through you as you grasp onto him with both hands now as you could care less about the headboard barely being covered by the crumbled pillow.
Too much, Almost mind numbingly too much.
That building orgasm wrapping around you like it was choking you as you sob Kurt's name out, Hearing him groan above you at your voice and tightening walls. It took only one more hard thrust, rolling his hips into you as you felt his body go flush against your clit for you to come undone. Cumming around his cock as you dug your nails into his shoulders for dear- Spots filling your vision. However he didn't let up from your blissed out state.
No, He went faster-
Broken barely registered moans left you as he fucked your through your shattering orgasm, leaving your shaking damn near jelly like legs only being supported by Kurts own will on your body.
Your husband face started to twist up from what you can even see through your half lidded eyes, a damn near snarl on his face as he whispered out your name- His hips starting to falter and grow uneven slowing down as he felt his own orgasm finally hit him- A deep growl leaving him.
Kurt slamming into you hard as he came, His legs staggering only slightly as he let his body hang a bit from above you- Hands still tightly grasping the headboard as he caught his breath. Looking at your blissed out face below, body still twitching and tightening around his cock. His tail releasing your still raised leg feeling it slide down in its rightful place next to his waist.
"So pretty Engel~"
He purred out, Panting heavily as he looked at you, Already feeling himself getting hard again while still nestled inside you. Purring at the whimper that left you at the feeling- in the back of whatever thoughts you could formulate at this point you blamed the countless stamina training he constantly did for his fast bounce back.
You barely caught the gleam in his eyes as he released his grasp on the headboard- Staring you down as he placed a sloppy kiss on your lips-
Feeling him slowly roll his hips into you to earn a sweet moan which he swallowed down hungrily.
"My sweet little wife~"
He spoke against your lips, his accent heavy as he pulled back to trail down your neck leaving little bites and kisses- Savoring each little noise you made.
"Making pretty noises for me, I can continue if you'd want~"
He purred, rolling his hips tightly against you- Feeling your legs shake again at the single action and a whimpered moan leave you again. Kurt moving back to meet your gaze once again, Those yellow orbs almost hypnotic in your state of mind.
"Only have to say it~"
He whispered to you. Hands on either side of your head caging you in, seeing how you could barely string together a sentence.
"Y-Yes~ Please-e"
You manage out barely with a soft lazy nod, Not even reconizing your own voice between the whimpers and gasp of still coming down from before and the sugary sweet manipulation of your husband above you.
Kurt carefully pulling out of you before fast hands flipped you on your belly and hips up- you ignoring the cool air on your cunt which was quickly replaced by Kurts cum dripping down from the presenting position he had you in.
You heard the back of the dress you had forgotten you were in tear open and tossed away from your body. Soft kisses placed on your shoulder blade making you give a hum in delight at the sweet feeling.
Rolling back up he carefully feeling him place a single hand on your upper back pushing you down further into the mattress and the other on your hip to keep you up as he entered you once more, A gurgled cry managing to leave you as your face pressed into the mattress. Gripping into the soft cotton fabric as the smell of roses filled your senses.
Eyes rolled back as you feel each push and pull of his cock- Damn near rendering you useless. His hips flush against you as he thrust far too deep making you squeak and light pitch moans leave you.
The sound of the bed creaking harshly under you couldn't drown out the noises slipping through your parted lips. Nor the muffled grunts and groans from Kurt above you as he laid into you.
The noises that were being made were damn near holy- The slaps of wet skin, the far too wet noises of your cunt and the the broken noises you could barely comprehend.
Your body lighting up like you were being caught on fire- head fuzzy and blissed out as you could only feel yourself falling under his whim, You couldn't even tell that you were cumming again till warmth ran down you legs once more. It all melting together like some long drawn or orgasm that your body couldn't shake. No end in sight as you could only let your eyes roll back and mouth hang open.
Kurt watched this, A wicked smile on his face as he saw your head turned to the side as a blissed out look was over your face. The sheen of your skin reminding him of a polished gem as he watched you release a silent scream as you came around him. Tightening like a vice around him which made him stagger.
"Scheiße-" He grumbled, Slowly fucking his cum into you deeper. Holding you still as he panted against you, Leaning down with his chest pressed against your back as he caught his breath. He nibbled on your neck gently, just soaking in those sweet whimpers and breathy moans of yours- too fucked out to think as you laid under him. Feeling only warmth pooling inside of you as he filled you to the brim once more.
His hand moves slowly, from its hold on you. Like a snake through gardens as he settled his find right were you to were still connected, Pressing a finger to your clit and feeling your spent body shiver as you whimpered.
"So good for me schatz~ You took me so well~"
He purred lovingly, feeling how you shook under him, a single diget rubbing soft circles on your over sensitive clit-
Feeling how you jerked your hips from his finger, trying to escape the near painful pleasure that seemed to be invading your senses-.
"I'll make you feel good Schatz~ Always. Is that what you want?~ Nod for me"
He whispered in your ear, continuing his damn near ecstacy inducting actions as he continued to play with your body. You nod rapidly simply by his command not in understanding- Not even able to seeing the toothy grin from Kurt as he nipped your neck as if a reward.
"Sehr Gut~ (Very Good)"
-
You finally opened your eyes, drowsy and groggy Still. Up finally you felt like puddy still, incredibly sore and malleable after you dont even know how long you two had been at it.. But you were sure you needed some sort of water with electrolytes at this point.
Moving slightly you felt something tickle your neck and peel off a random rose petal stuck to you seemingly from the tumble in the sheets.
You look up through the darkness to see the ornate wooden headboard was defiently cracked- He probably used it for a few other rounds, but things seemed a bit blurry in your memory after a certain number of rounds.
Still trying to just get your bearings you look out at the large open window you saw it was pitch black outside even able to see the swirls of stars from how deep in the woods the cabin was.
Wasn't it morning when you two arrived?
Turning you look to see Kurt next to you, seemingly softly asleep as he held you close to him you cuddled up to his side, his tail wrapped around your waist as if to make sure you couldn't wonder- It would have been cute is one thought didn't plauge your mind as you look to your now husband-
How did this seemingly good Catholic boy who grew up in a fucking Circus manage to FUCK you like a AAA Pornstar!?
Half those things you'd only seen in pornos- Good Pornos at that!? Had he been hitting the books or something?! Did these skills come into the Xmen training routine!?
Did someone teach him something?!
Motherfucker broke the goddamn headboard! Turned you into essentially a cocked out mess on the first night!
You doubted he had lied about being a virgin- Especially since he had been so devout, hell you had a catholic ceremony just for him due to his devotion- So you tried to think of HOW he knew how to do these things?
"Again-"
You hear whispered in your ear, turning to meet Kurt's eyes that where now fixed onto you and seemed to glow in the dark cabin room.
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 👀
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.
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 🧐
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~
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*
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