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I wanna write about our sweet devout Kurt absolutely pining over a Mutant he met, convinced it's love at first sight as they dance together.

But then sees the absolute machine of a Mutant they are during Genosha and how they're the first "Beyond Omega" threat, revealing to the world how there's someone far more dangerous than Magneto they now have to worry about.

Update: here it is HERETIC

History Repeats Itself

Kurt Wagner x Lensherr! Reader

Here's the link to the fanfic: HERETIC

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"They were innocent-!"

"You know who was innocent?!" She finally snapped, startling the blue Mutant before her, "me. I was. My dad was, and he has seen firsthand how tolerance can turn into hatred. I am done being quiet, I am done excusing their complacency, and I am done acting like hurting them didn't satisfy me."

Kurt let out a small gasp at her words, and a small voice within him even wondered if she was right.

"You're good, Kurt," her voice quivered, "but I don't think I can stop myself if you get in my way. . .not anymore."

That's when he saw it. They may not share the same eye color or eye shape, but anyone who had caught a glimpse of the rage filled Mutant would know it.

She really was her fathers daughter.

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Testing the waters of my potential Kurt Wagner fanfic. Debating on it being an x reader or OC too.

HERETIC

She felt it - it wasn’t just bubbling anymore. It wasn’t just anger she could push down. It was overwhelming her entire being as her throat began to close in on itself and as the metallic voice echoed -

“Omega Level Threat Eliminated”

She could no longer stomach their tolerance, and just as she rose from the rubble around her, the Sentinel echoed a terrifying sentence that shocked the entire world as they watched Genosha burn.

“Beyond Omega Level Threat Detected.”

The description to my Kurt Wagner fanfic! It's on AO3 and titled HERETIC

"Would you sin for me, my love?"

"If I were to kiss you, then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag to the devil's that I saw Heaven without ever entering it."

Something Kurt Wagner would definitely say

Since my last one did so good, I decided to post more "Kurt Wagner would definitely say this" type quotes.

"They ask, "do you love her to death?"

I say, "speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life"."

- Mahmoud Darwish

"I thought you were my remedy but you've turned out to be my deadliest wound, my love"

- unknown

"If you've considered a woman less pure after you've touched her then maybe you should take a look at your hands"

- unknown

"I don't know how to become one with you. If you're heaven, then tell me - I will kneel to every god. If you're hell, then tell me - I will fill the earth with sin"

- Abdulla Pashew

"I want, in fact, more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy. I really, utterly long for every bit of you"

- Kafka

Kurt is the type of sleeper who clings to you. Especially after a particularly long mission, he *bamfs* into your shared room to see you had fallen asleep on the couch. With a sleepy smile, he teleports both of you underneath the covers. You know his touch, and a little smile makes it's way to your face as you feel his arms wrap around your frame. He buries his head into your neck, both arms around you to ensure you stay close, and his tail keeps itself secure around your leg. With just one deep breath of your scent, Kurt lulls himself to sleep whilst in the arms of his beloved.

Even as the morning approaches, the sun glaring through the curtains, Kurt finds himself still entranced in you. His aching muscles beg for release and even though his arms unravel themselves from you, he still keeps contact. One hand goes up your shirt just to feel your warm skin, and a few more hours pass by in sleepy bliss.

If I don't make you guys cry or your hearts break for Kurt and Ana, then I've failed as a writer.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

HOLY SHIIIIITTTTT

GET READY FOR SO MUCH FUCKING ANGST!!!!

ANASTASIA EISENHARDT IS READY TO FUCK SHIT UP

I don't want you guys to think Anas' anti-hero name comes out of nowhere, so I'll give a tiny explanation without spoiling it.

Polaris name comes from the brightest star in the sky/ the North Star, so her name will also be star related to give a nod to her sister/ soul sister (idk if they'll acknowledge that Polaris is also Magnetos daughter in the series).

I really wanna make a Kurt Wagner smut. I will for Tumblr x reader but I'm debating on it for my fanfic.

Cuz Kurt Wagner is canonically celibate, it just depends on which Earth you read. So I'm debating on writing the most toe curling, detailed and INTENSE makeout session (maybe even some oral) but no actual sex because bby boy took a vow.

Thoughts???

Pretty Boy

Warnings!!: oral - both fem and male receiving, fingering, teasing, praise

Kurt Wagner was a saint.

He prayed daily for his own sins. He didn’t believe in telling someone he would be praying for them because he had no business in their privacy. To be honest, Kurt didn’t much like to hear the shameless and endless berating against those who did not follow the book of God.

Kurt Wagner took a vow.

He took a vow of celibacy, believing himself to be restrained and would wait until he was wed to give himself to whom he loved. But if he’s being honest with himself, he took such a vow because he never thought he’d get married. 

“Look at me,” he’d say, “who would want to devote their life to someone who looks like me?”

You did.

You called Kurt Wagner “the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen”, and from then on, he knew he was fucked.

You showed up like the sun, shining and unexpectedly beautiful. So stunning that Kurt never thought you’d look twice at him.

Let alone be underneath him.

Kurt wanted to do you justice. He pressed his lips against yours with desperation, like a dehydrated man having his first drink of water. It was sloppy at first, because all he wanted to do was touch you. His hands carved out each curve of your skin, memorizing it in his mind like a beautiful painting.

His tail trailed up your dress, which you wore specifically for him. It was his shade of blue, and allowed him a glimpse at your lace underwear when you bent over. You had been teasing the poor boy all day with subtle touches and even trailing his own hand up your dress, teasing your inner thigh underneath the dinner table.

“Kurt. . .” you pleaded, begging for him to touch you. But you made it quite difficult for him today, seeing as he had a raging hard on at dinner and couldn’t get up.

He’d make you beg for it.

“Hmm?” He hummed teasingly against your skin, tracking hot kisses down your neck.

“Kurt, touch me.”

His tail laced itself around your underwear, tugging it down your leg with such slowness that you knew he was doing it on purpose.

“I need you,” your voice was breathless as he brushed his canines against your pulse point.

“Need what, mein schatz? Use your words,” he encouraged softly, gently biting down on your neck whilst grinding his hard on against your sopping wet core.

“Your finger. Please,” his three fingers weren’t normal or human sized, but thicker.

Thick enough to make you wonder how good it could make you feel.

With your underwear at your ankles, his hand began to venture downwards whilst continuing to mark you with his mouth. He had made several impressions upon your neck already, but craved more. He wanted your entire body to be decorated in hickies because they’d remind him that you chose him.

He hissed quietly as he felt you, “Bei Gott, (Y/N). . .all this for me, my love?” You were soaking wet and he dipped a finger inside. You lulled your head back gently, savoring the feeling of his thick and long finger.

Never in a million years did you think Kurt would be such a tease.

He went achingly slow, savoring your walls around his singular digit as it slid in and out with ease. But he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

Which was where his predicament lied.

He didn’t want to break his vow to God. 

So, he’d compromise.

By making you cum in every other way possible.

But god damn, did he want to press his cock inside of you and watch as you two became one.

“Faster, Kurt,” you gasped, and he did as you wished. Working his slender finger into you, seeking out your g-spot whilst his other finger began to gently circle your clit. Your eyes widened gently, hips bucking upwards involuntarily and earning a deep chuckle from Kurt.

“Look at you,” he whispered in awe, “so pretty.”

You mewled at his words, and Kurt watched your pretty pussy before taking his thumb off of your clit. And replaced it with his tongue.

“Kurt!” You gasped unexpectedly, one hand coming down to tangle in his hair. He smirked against you, his tongue tracing circles around your clit before gently taking it into his mouth. You further clenched around his finger, getting closer to that sweet release. 

“Taste so sweet, liebling,” he practically moaned against your clit, sucking on it gently whilst working his finger further inside of you. 

“Oh fuck,” you cursed, thighs encapsulating his head but he fucking loved it. Your plush thighs around his head, legs quivering with the need for an orgasm made him harder.

If that was even possible.

“So close,” he purred, “cum. Cum on my finger. Let me taste you.”

With a few more pushes and his sweet tongue, you released with a weak cry. He still worked his finger inside of you, drawing out your orgasm and leaving you panting against the bed. He pulled his finger out slowly, licking it in view of your eyes.

That’s when you saw it.

He was straining against his pants, pre-cum soaking the front.

“Kurt,” you whimpered softly, sitting forward. He looked down at you, confused momentarily.

“Are you alri-agh!”

He was extremely sensitive. Once your hand gently wrapped around his cock through his sweats, his eyes shut and his hand wrapped around your wrist as a low moan released.

“You-you don’t have to,” he said. He didn’t care if he had to go jack off later. Well, he did but he knew his vows. 

“But I want to,” you pressed, “you made me feel so good. Let me make you cum, baby.”

He was putty in your hands at that point. That small plea paired with your begging eyes led him to sitting on the bed whilst you got on your knees, and he swore this sight was better than the Heavens itself.

His cock sprang free, gently hitting his stomach and he watched as you looked at it. He felt nervous, wondering if maybe you thought it-

A startled moan left his mouth as you dragged your tongue along his shaft. His hands gripped the sheets below him, his citrine eyes staring down at you. 

You further pressed on, your lips around his tip and you soon realized just how much he needed this. How much he deserved this. You slowly bob your head, taking him in inch at a time. Your warm mouth alone made him feel like he was already close.

“Zu gut,” he whimpered softly. You pulled back momentarily, deciding to tease him.

“What was that? Use your words, baby."

A strangled moan escaped him as you fully took his cock into your mouth. His hands gripped the sheets tighter, refusing to lay a hand on your pretty head. He didn’t want to make you gag or choke on accident, but he was using every ounce of self restraint.

“Just-just like that, (Y/N),” he was embarrassed but you savoured those precious little sounds coming from him. They were whimpers and soft moans, which encouraged you to deep throat him.

His tail flicked wildly on the bed, twitching every so often when you took him deep.

His eyes rolled back gently, but he didn’t want them to. He wanted to look at your pretty face, your eyes as you graciously took care of him.

“Close, baby?” You questioned, pulling away momentarily. He nodded eagerly, and you laced your hand with his. You licked his tip before taking him back into your mouth, and his hips bucked forward. You gagged slightly at the sudden jump, but it only made you want him more because he was enjoying this so much.

He felt it building, and fast. 

“So nah dran. . .” he gasped, his German sounding babbled, “I-I’m close.”

His hand clenched around yours, squeezing as his tail twitched wildly. You felt him cumming quickly, and kept him inside your mouth. He came soon with a weak cry of your name, panting slightly as his cum filled your mouth.

You swallowed, not complaining because his sounds and facial expressions were enough.

“Thank you, mein schatz,” he breathed out, his eyes practically glowing as he wiped your hair from your face.

“I’d do it everyday if it means you keep making pretty sounds,” you responded, earning a purple hue on his cheeks.

But he didn’t oppose.

I wonder if ya'll have picked up on certain hints in Heretic.

And if I should keep you waiting on whose DNA she was made with. Like I wanna spill the tea but also want to make you guys wait until s2.

I've got the perfect fanfic for Pietro.

ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

ANGST.

MISUNDERSTANDING.

PINING.

FROM AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE.

I'll start writing it a week before s2 comes out.

+ SHE'S A BLACK BADDIE

Gambit is the type of sleeper who differs from day to day. Of course, he likes his side of the bed and slowly letting the night lull him to sleep. But he also has nights where he wants to stare at you. You thought it was creepy, at first. But you learned that his longing gaze was because he felt like he didn't deserve you. (Thanks Jean). He had a rough past and meeting you, loving you? The swamp rat himself couldn't believe it. So every night, you curl his hand in yours and settle your head on his chest whilst telling him that he's deserving of all the love in the world.

So, instead of dreading going to an empty bed, now Gambit longs to have his chere whispering sweet nothings to lure him into sleep.

And yes, he wakes up before you to stare at you just a bit longer before waking you with a hundred kisses.

Scott is a HEAVY sleeper. He👏 is👏 a👏 dad👏 sleeper. He will either sprawl across the bed, limbs spilling out and loud snores coming from him. Or on days when he's especially tired or getting shit from Logan, he likes to be held. The X-Mens leader likes to be spooned. He likes to slump into bed, earning a familiar giggle from you - you know the drill. He gets on his side and you scootch over, wrapping your arms around his frame and softly snuggle into the crook of his neck and shoulder. He likes feeling your heartbeat against his back and your gentle breathing, which lulls him to sleep within minutes.

Also if anyone ever finds out, he will deny it until the day he dies.

Rogue is a surprisingly light sleeper. You try and sneak away? She grabs you and yanks you back into bed. You turn over? One eye opens and she groans before shuffling deeper into the sheets. You're showering? "Suga', why didn't you wait for me?" She's definitely the type who starts on her side of the bed but halfway through the night, she's drifted onto your side and you wake up in a tangle of limbs.

Hey could you maybe do a sleeping headcannon with Magneto?

Yup!

Erik has trouble falling asleep. For a long time, he'd be plagued with flashbacks of his past or nightmares about losing the ones he loves. At most, he's been used to getting four hours max of sleep per night. The first time you both slept together, you found it strange how he just lays flat on his back with his arms at his sides like a psychopath.

But when you joined him more frequently, you made him talk more about his nightmares and. . .he couldn't believe it. Slowly but surely, he'd start getting seven hours of sleep. He HATES sleeping alone, so he'll often drag you to bed with him, and your position is in place. He lies on his back, one arm around you and your head on his chest. It's typical but it brings him peace and quiet. And he's always up before you, bringing you breakfast and re-filling your water before awaking you with a forehead kiss.

Wanda: so you don't check up on us, but you had a secret child you catered to and give her your last name?

Erik: I play favorites. You should know this.

Pietro: you look pretty

(Y/N): I'm sorry?

Pietro: uh, I said you look shitty! *speeds off*

(Y/N): . . .okay?

Erik: do not fret. I wouldn't have even approached you. My technique is start a fight that spans over twenty years

Charles: *confused in telepath*

Have ya seen visorless scott summers in the comic ?? I swoon - like THAT IS THE PRETTY BOY of the x-men alongside Angel ♡♡♡