we need to make more mutants

Kurt Wagner/Reader, 1K

sol's soapbox: everyone's been wanting kurt........so hope y'all enjoy this one; also apologies for difference in font colors, it's less accessible to make it any darker so i wanted to use this hexcode

content warnings: SMUT/18+only, fingering, tail-licking, tail is treated as an erogenous zone, lots of references to religion/Christianity, reader has a pussy

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what that tail do...

polymer bonds

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law student!reader x phd student!grace end up in the same library one september night.

warnings: none! fluff

i know i am technically not taking requests, nor am i writing at the moment, but i actually had a few requests for a poli sci/ lawyer/ law student/ history major/ etc. reader x ryland fic/ blurb many moons ago, so i had to indulge finally bc i miss ryland! (sorry guys, ive deleted all requests)

XXX - p*rnstar!clark (ft. peter parker)

ps!clark kent x f!reader x ps!peter parker | genre: smut | wc: 6.6k | view profile

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), porn with plot, threesome (m/f/m), fingering, oral sex (m receiving + f receiving), spit roast, double vaginal penetration, unprotected sex (filming context), creampie, rough sex, praise, use of pet names (“baby”), light restraint, overstimulation, nsfw themes + language.

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wrong number…

this was probably peter's reaction

Fighting for my life in this male dominated fandom 🫩

love at first...taste? ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ jason todd

word count: 1.1k+

content warnings: nsfw ― mdni, porn with some plot, AFAB!reader with female anatomy, bodily insecurities (mentions of the tummy, stretch marks, and thighs), mentions of virginity, sexual anxiety, minimal kissing, reassurance, praise, really fucking messy pussy-eating, face-sitting, highkey munch!jason 🤭, male masturbation, minimal nipple play, allusions to overstimulation, mild language

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your fingers tug at the hem of your shirt for the umpteenth time.

it always winds up like this. you kiss for a bit and then get handsy. you try to push yourself to take it a step further, and it almost never happens.

not until tonight.

and the award for best baby daddy goes to...

Clark Kent/Reader, Bullseye/Reader, Jason Todd/Reader, Scott Summers/Reader, 1.8K

sol's soapbox: these requests have been sitting in the inbox for the longest time, hope you all enjoy! :)

content warnings: mentions of pregnancy, doting, body insecurity, reader can get pregnant but is referred to in gender-neutral terms

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The concept of Bruce Banner's eyes and skin turning green when he's close during sex even when he has the inhibitor on

Professor to professor

⋆˚꩜｡ BND!Bruce Banner/Hulk x professor!reader

His day was a tiring one to say the least. When you try to teach a class of people who are barely adults, they tend to get caught up in the questions completely unrelated to his class.

All of which range from his abilities when he is that big, green monster, to questions about the avengers. He could not get a word in edgewise on his actual lecture topic regarding quantum mechanics.

He could, but no one would be listening among the buzzing in their heads filled with more queries about his life as a superhero.

But even then, he moves between lecture halls to labs when needed.

Thankfully the man is determined to teach. At least that's what he tells himself everyday before performing a lecture. While walking he wonders what he should roll out as an experiment for his class, he mutters to himself while wandering the halls, free of a lecture at the moment.

There isn't much

"Quantum eraser, no, maybe I should actually do the proof of existence of photons? That, and then perhaps single photon interference would be appropriate…" he ponders, the logistics mushing together in his mind but slowly coming together in a coherent manner.

A schedule morphed in his mind, he'd have to take it down for later, inform his TA as well to get the materials he needed.

But his pondering was interrupted when he bumped into someone. Bumped is putting it quite lightly. When he crashed into someone.

All his material remained contained in a brief case, however he looked down and saw your own papers, though held together in folders, caused those folders to be scattered upon your trip, onto your ass.

You groan and wince at the unexpected trip, and you can't even blame the other person as you decided to peak at some of your students essays before you even made it to your own office. You had flicked through, recognising students names and already trying to gauge the trajectory of the individual pieces. How you couldn't tell what was going on around you is beyond you! Already being clenched shut, your eyes peel open after processing the shock that basically shot up your spine, to be met with a man.

Just as anyone else would, you recognise his face. You know it to be the face of a man who could morph into an explosive, aggressive, roaring specimen. So to see a hand extended, with some of your folders being carried steadily in his free arm—it's pretty anti-climactic to what you would expect. Especially considering you remember seeing videos and pictures of Hulk roaring and snarling.

Bruce notices a particular detail as he extended a worried arm out: the tag around your next that drops to your upper stomach, citing your name and your position.

…PhD?

You aren't a student, but rather another professor. A professor in you own field, with the material scattered then collected by Bruce.

You take his hand after a moment of collecting your thoughts and gaining awareness of everything, including the cold floor and the ache in your lower back. A firm tug from the both of you is what's needed and was the most useful, the callous and roughness from his well known escapades previously were glaringly clear against your own grip as he helps you to your feet.

when your eyes meet, both of your faces warm, and it heats up with a mix of embarrassment and mutual admiration.

"I'm so sorry." The two of your voices lace together in the shared apology before descending into bashful laughs. Bruce takes over finally, "I should've watched my step, Dr…" he trails off, waiting for you to introduce yourself—and you do.

Bruce repeats your name as a 'eureka' revelation, he tests how it feels on his tongue and is frankly very pleased with the sound, before squeezing your hand that he still had cupped in his own grip. Usually the customary action is to ask him back, however he seems to read your mind, or read the social queue, "I'm Dr Bruce Banner—"

"I know. I've overheard hundreds of students talking about how 'Hulk is a professor!' and 'I'll totally take his class next semester!'" you chuckle, and shake your head at the glaring reminder that university students aren't all that different to the standard, immature teens they were a couple years ago.

"Ah" a humble hand reaches back to itch timidly behind his neck, "I guess my reputation precedes me, huh?"

Something about the contrast of his persona when his fierce actions are spoken about versus how timidly he acts now pleases you. It's especially amplified when he suddenly remembers he's holding you dropped folders and instead of waiting for you to reach to take them—he curls the lever of your elbow, followed by gently setting the stack to slide down your arm and it halts upon the barrier of your tummy, gently manoeuvring your body to carry your own things.

"There you go," he mutters, patting down the top of the folders where some sheets precariously poke out.

But thus, you had to part. I mean come on, he has labs to plan and you have your own classes to prepare for, right?

Your class had started filing out once again, on schedule for you to take your time packing to leave for lunch. The lazy pace allowed you to shut your brain off as all you listened to were the clamoured steps of students that were incoherent.

The steps went left, right, towards staircases, towards elevators for those who had the privilege.

But only one particular set of those steps enters the same lecture hall you were in, you assumed to be a student. So you look up.

And there he is again, Dr Banner in the sweater that's modest but wow you can't help but think about wanting to rip it off. Where did that come from?

Flicking your eyes to his face, he states "Our introduction was cut short, but I know you have a gap between teaching for about an hour and a half and—I just want to talk to you." The confession made your brow quirk up, he's thorough.

Maybe a little creepy but that doesn't take away from how impressed you are.

Words can't even leave your lips as you wrap your brain around Bruce's questionably meticulous methods all just to hang out with you.

Even then, you stand and walk towards him with the steps echoing throughout the empty lecture hall, along with your voice, "You're really persistent, Dr Banner."

"Perhaps I just want someone to talk to, professor to professor."

sigh…

That's all that comes out of you. Yet how can you deny such a dorky, charming look?

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