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Sinful Desires

X-men Smut/Fluff Drabble

Kurt Wagner x Fem! Mutant! Reader

TW: Brief mention of religious beliefs, mentions of sinning, mentions of heat cycle, nesting habits, dry humping, Kurt wanting to help you sexually, improper confession, etc….

Nothing can describe the way he feels right now, never had it crossed his mind that someone could love Kurt the way he was yet here he was face to face with a woman who was losing herself to the sight of him. You did everything to avoid him because you didn’t want him to see you like this, horny, desperate, absolutely hungry for the man your heart and body craved for. The animalistic instincts from your mutation were begging you to claim him right now but you couldn’t, you couldn’t bring yourself to force him into such a sinful act.

“Get out Angel.”, you growled above him, calling out the same nickname you’d dedicated to him upon your first meeting. You were settled on your bed in a makeshift nest of clothes, blankets, and soft times, all while wearing one of his long baggy shirts.

Kurt could see you were suffering, uncomfortable, practically oozing with sexual frustration and for a moment he wanted to entertain the thought of helping you but that would go against his beliefs. Despite your warnings Kurt slowly got closer to your nest until he was hovering over it. To his surprise you quickly dragged him in, straddling his waist and staring down at him with ferociously hungry eyes.

“(Y/n) dearest, I-I can help…if…if you’d just let me.”, Kurt begged softly, the tip of his tail rubbing against the wet spot over your crotch. You let out a pitiful moan and collapsed against his chest the stimulation was too much for you right now. Kurt continued using his tail to please you but your crying forced him to stop.

“G-Get out…please. It’s not enough…I’ll want more but I can’t.”, you sobbed burying your nose into the crook of his neck.

Kurt frowned before slowly pulling his tail away from your soaked folds, “I can’t bare to see you suffer like this.”, he confessed sweetly, rubbing gentle circles into your arched back.

You whined against his neck and struggled to pull yourself away from him, he helped you sit up but didn’t let go. He wanted to help you, you could see it in his gorgeous gold eyes but this was to much to soon. You both had yet to confess to each other let alone even spend time together, it just wasn’t right. “I love you so much, it drives me insane. My body longs for you but I can’t have you yet, I just know that I’ll scare you away or hurt you…I-I need to stay away.”, you whimpered trying to ignore the pulsing heat between your thighs.

Kurt’s tailed slapped wildly against the bed hearing you say that, he shared similar feelings and would gladly give you his innocence if it meant helping you through your heat. “You could never scare me away, how could I ever run away from the first woman to ever call me an Angel? (Y/n), I love you, I want to be with you. I’m grateful that you take my religious beliefs so seriously but my dear…I would gladly sin for you if it meant snuffing out the heat that troubles your poor womb.”

Your pupils slowly constricted into tiny slits while your soft palms cupped his cheeks, “Kurt you don’t understand the extent of my heats, you don’t understand my feelings…I-I’m obsessed. So obsessed that I want to take you away and have your babies. I want more little elves running around the manor and I just want to hide you away from this cruel world but I can’t. It’s not healthy, I need to get myself in order before I can even think of courting you.”

Kurt feels his tail curling against his back in excitement, his blood is boiling and he’s sure his face is a reddish purple by now from your declaration of love. Now he truly wants to be yours, “I love you.”, he confesses stupidly watching your pouty lips pull into a horny grin.

He can’t help right now, he understands that since he’s to innocent so for now he will do as you ask and leave. Kurt is prepared to leave but not before pecking an innocent kiss to your warm cheek, in the blink of an eye he’s teleported just outside your door and his heartbeat is echoing in his pointed ears. His palms gently cover his flushed cheeks as lewd thoughts swirl in his head, “I-I need to marry her.”, he mutters to himself feeling a strange jolt of desire in his lower regions.

It’s a sin…he know it is…but there is no love without sin. He promises to himself that by your next heat you wouldn’t be able to deny him, you wouldn’t push him away since he’d be the only person to claim your heart. That much was a promise.

Hobie brown x transfem!reader let's goooooo!

I'm not trans but y'all ladies deserve inclusion in fics like the rest of us

Hey I was wondering if you could do a hobie x trans!reader mtf kinda like the ftm one you did, and if so please tag me in it

His Girl.

★Hobie Brown x Mtf!reader <3

☆You're feeling insecure of something you know you can't get rid of any time soon. At least Hobie would never mind.

★ ; Angst, misgendering mentioned, descriptions of crying, pre-bottom surgery, fluff.

☆ Transphobia = Blocked 849 words.

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You look at the woman in the mirror you’ve worked so hard to maintain, making you feel like you inside. After years of taking hormone therapy to kill off the misplaced testosterone and replace them with as much estrogen you could.

Little bitties grew, thinner hairs to shave, and finally being the girl you’ve known you were ever since you saw your friends wear dresses, Hardly anyone could tell; You’re always told ‘You don’t look trans?’ as if trans girls looked any different from the ones assigned as such at birth.

All was good except for one thing.

One thing that could have been good if you were cis.

Of course it's convenient whenever you and your boyfriend, Hobie, are having intimacy, but beyond that: It’s difficult to try and tuck every hour of the day spent in public and you can only dream of wearing thin dresses without that incorrectly positioned dick.

Except you had found a summer dress at a thrift shop while on a date with Hobie and bought it because of it’s cutthroat price and at how it would seem to hug your body perfectly once its being worn, the color would be breathtaking against your skin and ‘on the floor of my bedroom’ as Hobie put it.

That impulsive buy ended up having its repercussions, you were in the bathroom and you almost felt like you were gonna cry.

It wasn’t that the dress didn’t fit, You tried it on when you were buying it, But you were tucked then. Usually when you re-enter the comfort of your own home you get comfortable on the couch or in bed and quit worrying about being tucked or not.

But promptly forgetting about it, your default of having your sex free in the confines of your underwear. That bulge peeking through the soft fabric which made you frown, whining with your hands over your face with frustration.

It’s so hard to try and be as womanly as possible, if it’s not hormones it’s the clothing. If it isn’t clothing, It’s the people and homophobes. If it isn't any that bullshit; It’s the one thing you’re fully stuck with until you can afford the surgery.

Your body.

Hobie had heard the whines from the other side of the door and soon began knocking on it. “Sweethear’?” He asked as the door opened slowly, being greeted by you quickly wiping your eyes free of the fallen tears.

“Hey hey hey..” He said with his voice being gentle and soft as if speaking to a baby, his hands moving towards you to pull them away from your face, soon wiping your tears himself. “What’s wrong?”

You frowned more as you looked up at him, you felt your throat grow an unforgiving lump, and not wanting to talk because you knew your voice would crack with your words.

“The dress doesn’t look good on me..” You mumbled after being able to find your voice, looking down at the dress adorning your frame and straightening it out by your hips to express what you mean.

“What are you talking about? You’re beautiful..” he responded softly as he looked down at you and your body with his eyes gazed at you as if you were the only woman in town, in the city, at all. 

“The dress is too thin- and I’ll have to always be tucked and it’s annoying how I’m literally just a girl but born in the wrong body.” You cried, to which hobie wrapped his arms around you with one hand cradling the back of your head.

“Shh.. Shh.. You’re alrigh’, You’re going to be fine. Soon you’ll have the surgery, soon you wouldn’ even recognize the boy that was once there.” He tried to reassure before you cut him off.

“Soon! I don’t care about soon I need Now, I don’t want to have to wait-”

“Exactly, You’re stuck like this. Things may look bad but look on the brighter side. You have me that will support you along the way, You have the access to hormones and you have something to look forward to. I bet this day in two years will breeze on and by then the only thing about you that wouldn’t be accommodated to the girl you are is a letter in a birth certificate.”

You felt yourself get less tense at his words and melt a bit more into his comforting touch and his words soothing your ears to your brain.

Once the atmosphere calmed down, Hobie kissed the top of your head and leaned over a little more in order to whisper in your ear, “Besides, we can have so much fun in said two years.”

You roll your eyes playfully and soon feel his lips close over yours, and your beating heart pumping downwards in a familiar way. And he slowly eases you against the bathroom sink and hands lowering to the ends of your dress just below your hips, and his voice a low raspy siren call.

“Lemme show you how much fun I can ‘ave wit’ my girl..”

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Stopping right before the smut because feminism or something (/j)

I'm not a trans woman so I'm sorry if I got anything bad or wrong! Commissions = open

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