TW: Distressing Content

25, and 7 with Reader/Kurt Wanger

7.Virgin/First Time 25. Breeding Kink

Kurt is rubbing his tail; something you’ve noticed he does when he’s nervous and something he’s never seemed to be able to hide.

“I’ve uh, never done anything like this..” You assure him, worried that the prospect of sex is what’s concerning him.

“I ‘ave I’m just, worried about...”

“What; I don’t think anything you can say will scare me away.”

“Do you know what a kink is..”

“Yes, is there one you.. oh my gosh do you have a virgin kink?’ You grin at him excited you might be able to put his worry to rest, but he shakes his head and you frown a little hand reaching for him and he teleports next to you.

“I do have a kink... but you won’t like it.”

“Will it hurt?”

“Well no. But... it’s uh, not good, because of me.”

“because of you...”

“I like, to, want, to breed you..” He mumbles tail tip almost drawing blood on his fingers, you reach forward fingers threading through his so his tail lashes a little bit.

“And you’re worried if you got me pregnant that the baby would look like you?”

“Yes, that’s bad because..”

“Because blue clashes with everything? Kurt I don’t care if we have a child and they look like you, they’ll be just as adorable as you if that’s the case.”

Valentine’s Day Challenge

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Help my family to be reunited with my mother and my little sister.🥺

Help my brother Yahya who is just 2 years old to back with mother. He needs her very much and she need him and us.

My brother Yahya👇

Please Shaw your humanity help us to be ruonited .

we are suffering alot without her and she suffering without us especially after my sister was born far from us and suffered alone in a strange country help us to be with her and support her .

My little sister and mum 👇

Please be with us , don't leave us alone 🙏🍉

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I feel that people in recent times have ruined an entire generation. There are literally sick people who are writing as if they were sick with the topic of incest and all its derivatives, as if it were a damn new game that came out on the market.

If I'm honest, I'm afraid that these people have a little brother or sister because of the content they consume. Because if these people have siblings, imagine if they rape their younger sister or brother or abuse them. Let me ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me: if that is their fetish, do you think they wouldn't do it if they didn't have the opportunity? Do you really think that readers and writers only read and write for pleasure or because they know they can't take advantage of someone because they know there are consequences for their actions, and they decide to bring out all those types of fantasies in "fictional characters"?

As the younger sister of two brothers, it doesn't fit into my head to read something like that, because I know what it's like to have siblings, take care of them, and love them. I can't put myself in those people's shoes because I don't understand them; I don't understand their sick fetishes or how they enjoy them.

I just wanted to get everything off my chest because I couldn't take it anymore with everything that's going around on Tumblr. It feels like you're on a page full of pedophiles and incestuous people. Seriously, it's disgusting. And even though you haven't read any of that content, it's disgusting, and no, you can't forget it because you know it's going around on the internet- and you saw it, you know it's there, and you can't do anything about it or even forget it.

You may think I'm exaggerating but in the part of the world where I live there are homicides and abuses against women. You literally see every day on the damn news how a woman or girl was abused or disappeared... Do you know what I saw the other day? a case in which a three-year-old girl was abused by her older brother and cousin.

and then you start thinking about the sick people who genuinely enjoy that damn content. maybe if those people lived the same fear that I and the other women in my country suffer when we go out on the street or meet strangers, they would come to their senses.

That's all; maybe I'll delete it later.

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"Why should we eh? We were born and raised in this country working hard every day to provide good lives for ourselves and our families, and you fucking mutants and your fucking powers come from God knows where to take that from us without a second thought!!!" The main guy ranted like a lunatic

One of the man pulled out a handgun from his pocket and pointed it at erik's head " no matter what you manage to get away with your vile crimes Scott free and IM SICK OF IT!!!" he screamed gaining the attention of everyone who wasn't already interest in the altercation

Dina took a step aside from behind Erik, she didn't need his protection from thugs at this moment but she appreciated the gesture "so.... your going to Shoot us?" She asked the man, with the tone that practically said that the groups weapon of choice was idiotic at best.

"You're better off getting drunk in some trashy bar than tryna kill us and getting a high-five from the president, or whatever reward you think awaits you for slaying us" she said tryna make them back off by pure suggestion. Dina's henna started glowing purple as she spoke, along witha ring around her purple of the same color to show her powers were ready for a fight.

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Magneto stands at the edge of the training grounds, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The air hums with a quiet intensity as he watches Dina practice, his expression unreadable. With a deep breath, he steps forward, his cape billowing slightly in the breeze.

"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.

As she turns to face him, he approaches with measured steps, his eyes studying their face closely. "I am Magneto," he begins, his tone carrying the weight of his name. "I've come to speak with you about something of great importance."

He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."

Magneto's gaze softens, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I understand if you have questions, or if you feel anger or confusion. But know that I am here now, and I want to be a part of your life, to help you understand your abilities and your heritage."

He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"

sharing is caring - hobie brown

instead of seeing hobie as the possessive type, i imagine him to be the type to show you off

consistently claiming that a pretty peng ting like you deserves to be showcased any and everywhere

and that starts with his friends

it starts with him pulling you backstage to meet his other band mates, all very fine darkskin men who seem to adore you although you never met

one of them pulls you to sit next to him on the couch, that smells closest to weed and alcohol, and makes sure he pulls you close

another sits beside you and puts his hand on your knee, making you feel somewhat comforted, unsure prior to meeting them that they would like you

it becomes a little more heated when you’ve been pulled, inch by inch, onto the fifth and final bandmates lap, realizing that a circle’s being formed around you, effectively trapping you in

at some point, you realize what’s happening when the hand that was previously on your knee has been moved to your inner thigh, inching dangerously close to your cunt that’s getting wetter upon your realization

you look to hobie who’s sitting in front of you, who’s already staring at you and you realize that all conversation has stopped in trade of staring at the two of you

“if you want it to stop just say the word and everything gets shut down, understand?” hobie says, now on his knees in front you

the meeting ends with the memories of someone’s cock down your throat, taking it the way you would hobies, who’s arguably larger than the one that’s cumming down your throat for the second time

the meeting ends with you bent over that same couch, going boderline stupid with how deep they were in your pussy, making wet noises that paired with a puddle underneath you from when hobie was sucking on your clit and made you squirt (to losen you up in his words)

it, finally, ends with hobie wiping cum off your face, from when two of his bandmates stood over you and told you to open that “pretty mouth” and seconds later, was told to close it and swallow everything that actually made it into your mouth

and later that night when your reminiscing about how they helped you to your feet and back into your clothes with a kiss to your head (and if they could sneak it, one to your lips) you wondered if next time, you could convince them to fill you up the way you mentioned to hobie when the idea first came to mind

Hello 👋

Please take a moment to read my story.

I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family- my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak-have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.

We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. Our house was completely destroyed. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.

Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, but it too became rubble. Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.

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'Of course mother had her reasons, everyone does... I don't even know why I'm thinking to hard or getting so emotional about this.... My parents don't like me because I was a brat and a mutant, simple as that.' she thought though her words would soon betray what she thought

All of this new information make hear head ache and her chest feel like someone was stepping in it with the intent of causing her ribcage to cave in. A feeling she was very used to in the cage fight's from when she was a few years younger

"I will let you..." Dina said in reassurance so that she could move on to her current burning question.

"when you and mama... Found solace.. in one another..... Did she know if you were a mutant or not ? Did she have reason to believe I am what I am because of you?" As dina got of that last sentence tear start falling down her face and her voice became squeaky when she spoke while crying?

"would she have still liked me if she knew this power wasn't my fault?"

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Magneto stands at the edge of the training grounds, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The air hums with a quiet intensity as he watches Dina practice, his expression unreadable. With a deep breath, he steps forward, his cape billowing slightly in the breeze.

"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.

As she turns to face him, he approaches with measured steps, his eyes studying their face closely. "I am Magneto," he begins, his tone carrying the weight of his name. "I've come to speak with you about something of great importance."

He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."

Magneto's gaze softens, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I understand if you have questions, or if you feel anger or confusion. But know that I am here now, and I want to be a part of your life, to help you understand your abilities and your heritage."

He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"

I add more nightcrawler sillies

I have a tendency to thirst over Nightcrawler, but I also get a real kick out of his lighthearted, impish shenanigans. After all, who better for comedic relief than the guy who grew up in a circus? Here's a few silly moments with my favorite X-Man.