#Nightcrawler fanfiction

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Take What You Give

Pairing: Nightcrawler x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: fingering, hella dirty talk, pet names, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, DP kinda- it's with his tail so there's that, praise praise praise, unprotected p in v, creampie, kinda cockwarming also- I think that's everything lol

Genre: smut with the tiniest bits of fluff

Summary: after a dreadfully boring date you know the perfect way to unwind

A/N: Someone on tiktok called Nightcrawler community dick and this idea popped into my head because of it lmaoo

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You're bored. You're on a date with the least interesting person you've ever met in your life and oh GOD you are bored. You feel bad, he's cute and seems like a nice person but none of your conversations have been stimulating this whole time. You're trying to give a real and honest chance before you quit on this and leave. Although you'll admit you're already making plans for after this date so maybe you've checked out at this point. When he starts telling a story about a nightmarish party his college roommates held years ago you practically leap from your chair.

"Sorry to interrupt, I need to use the restroom." You tell him. You don't wait for him to respond before you rush off to find the bathroom. You allow yourself five minutes to come up with a plan ultimately setting a timer before heading back to your table. "Sorry about that. Please, continue." You say with a smile.

"All good?" He asks.

"Yes. Thank you." You say and he continues his story. Twelve minutes later, the alarm on your phone goes off. "Hang on let me just- sorry I have to take this." You mutter angling your phone away from his view as you fake a phone call. "Hello? ... No I'm out, why is everything okay? ... what?! ... Do you need me to come and get you? ... don't be silly of course I'll come. I'm on my way, alright? ... See you soon. Hang in there." You pace out your responses to your imaginary call. "Dillan I'm so sorry my friend is- in a bit of trouble and really needs my help. I hate to bail but it can't wait." You grimace as convincingly as you can.

"Is everything alright? Do you need-"

"I'm alright. We'll take care of it. I just have to go now, but tonight has been fun. I'll call you!" You say standing up. You will not be calling him.

"Yeah I had a great time. I hope things with your friend turn out fine." He says standing with you. You leave the restaurant with one more muttered goodbye and roll your eyes once you're down the block. Time to solidify your plans for the rest of your evening. You dial the number you haven't used in some time- a few months you think but no matter.

"Liebling." His voice is a little breathless when he answers.

"Hi Kurt." You say.

"It's been a while." You can hear the smile in Kurt's voice.

"I'm a busy woman Wagner and you have quite the schedule yourself. Are you engaged for the evening?"

"I can make myself unengaged."

"Don't trouble yourself Kurt."

"For you my dear it's never trouble. When do you want to see me?"

"Whenever you can unengage yourself and get here is fine. I'm not in any particular rush." You tell him.

"I'll see you in an hour. Ish. Be ready."

"Already am." You say suggestively before hanging up the phone. You catch the beginning of what, knowing Kurt, was probably a swear and you chuckle to yourself as you make your way home.

At home, you take off your makeup and the dress you wore and change into some pretty lacy lingerie. Kurt is quite fond of your collection, he says taking them off feels like unwrapping a present he's been dying to receive for months. He's quite dramatic, but you don't see him often so it's easy to enjoy giving him that little treat when you call on him. It's not yet an hour later when he materializes in your bedroom where you're reading leisurely.

"Hello darling." He smiles.

"You're early." You match the grin on his face.

"I said 'ish' plus I hate to keep you waiting." He shrugs.

"Always so sweet to me." You hum marking your place in your book and placing it on the nightstand beside you.

"Do you work tomorrow?" Kurt asks.

"No." 

"Good." He says and then he's over you, holding himself up with one hand while his other cups your face. "You smell of cologne."

"Bad date." You mutter tugging him down to connect his lips to yours. The kiss doesn't last long, you feel him smile against your lips before pulling away.

"Happy to help you forget about it darling but you should call on me more often if you're feeling lonely." 

"If you're worried I'm replacing you Kurt don't be. You'll always be my favorite." You wink at him pulling him in for another kiss. This one he doesn't break, his tongue slipping into your mouth, dominating the kiss quickly. His hands are up your sides nails slightly dragging against your skin enough to send shivers through you. You back away from him enough to tug his shirt over his head, sliding your fingers down his patterned chest.

"I'll always be your favorite hm?" He smirks kissing down your neck.

"Of course my shadow jumper." You whimper when his mouth focuses on a spot against your throat, one of your hands sliding into his hair.

"You know you're my favorite don't you liebling?" He hums into your skin.

"Never had a doubt." You giggle.

"Good girl." His lips trail further, kissing the swell of your best just over the edge of your bra. "I think this might be my favorite set on you too by the way." He says sitting back and pulling you with him so he can unhook the lacy number.

"You say that every time you're here Kurt." You remind him.

"Every time I'm here you unlock a new type of perfection." He winks dipping his head to wrap his lips around one of your nipples as he lays you back against your pillows.

"You're such a flatterer." You say jokingly but a moan punctuates the sentence as Kurt's teasing tongue against your chest tugs at something deep within you. Your back arches towards him your fingers burying themselves in his hair again. Kurt's tail slides up your leg, making you squirm even more and he uses the extra appendage to pull your panties down your body. That tail wraps around one of your ankles, keeping your legs spread for the hand that slides down your abdomen. When his fingers reach the apex of your thighs you're breathing hitches before he's even touched you.

"Always so ready for me, pretty girl." Kurt chuckles. He plunges two fingers into you quickly, curling them in just the right way to have you grinding against his hand. His fingers pump in and out of you with deliberate thrusts, stretching you for him. "Heaven help me, you're absolutely soaking." Kurt hisses, your juices flowing over his hand.

"Fuck babe- I'm close." You pant out, arching into his hand as you chase your end.

"That's it liebling, let go for me." Kurt coaxes softly before leaning forward to take your clit between his lips. He sucks harshly on the bundle of nerves and the sudden stimulation sends you over the edge with a whine. He works you through it with gentle licks and slow pumps of his fingers, watching the way your face shifts between the stages of your pleasure. When you let out a long albeit shaky breath he pulls away, knowing that loud unsteady release of air means you're back in your body. "Oh how I love making you do that." He says pressing a kiss to your lips before placing his sticky fingers into his mouth. The groan he lets out at your taste flooding his tongue is pornographic. There's no other way to describe it, and a fresh wave of arousal washes over you at the sound. You watch him clean his fingers with a darkened look that he relishes in. That carnal desire in your eyes focused solely on him, he'll never get tired of it. When the essence of you no longer coats his digits he pulls them out with a satisfying pop.

"Skipping your usual protocol today?" You ask with a teasing smile. You'd have no qualms if he did but Nightcrawler is one of those makes you cum a dozen times for his own enjoyment types who has never passed up the opportunity to eat you out before fucking you.

"And allow the sweetest nectar to go to waste? Don't insult me." He scoffs shifting himself to lie between your legs. He wastes no time pulling you towards his waiting mouth and allowing his tongue to dive into your center. Your fingers are in his ink-colored hair moments later, desperate to ground yourself as he devours you like his final meal.

His tongue thrusts in and out of you, slurping the juices that spill from you, moaning as your arousal washes over every inch of his mouth. The sounds from him reverberate against your skin only furthering your madness as Kurt takes you apart one lick, one slurp, one suck at a time. When your legs begin to shake, he brings his hands up to hold your thighs still, digging his fingers into the flesh there as he feasts. Your first orgasm on his tongue meets you with a loud moan and barely contained thrashing that does nothing to slow Kurt. You jerk against his still seeking mouth, but his hold on your thighs simply tightens as he continues his onslaught.

"God! Kurt- please!" You cry out though you're not sure if you're asking him to stop or continue. As if it matters, Kurt will go until he's satisfied which with him could literally be hours. With Kurt there's no such thing as too much, he can go and go and go shattering you into a million pieces just to put you back together so he can do it all over again. And you let him. You relish in the bite of overstimulation that soon melts away to pure pleasure again as his tongue forces another orgasm from you. This one takes you by surprise as you pull at the strands between your fingers, your body convulsing harshly.

Kurt's eyes meet yours and he winks at you as he pulls you tighter against his mouth. His tongue focusing now on your too sensitive clit. You writhe against him, caught between escaping and searching for more as you squeal from his ministrations. When a scream Kurt would describe as piercing falls from your lips and your third orgasm coats his tongue he finally gives you a break, working you through your release before sitting up.

"When I asked if we were skipping your protocol it wasn't a challenge." You eventually huff at him, once your chest stops heaving so hard you thought you'd never get enough air in your lungs.

"Tapping out already? I've given you much more in one go before. Perhaps I should be checking on you more often liebling." Kurt smirks as he wipes his face.

"Tapping out? Before you've even fucked me? It's like you don't know me at all anymore sweet one." You tease back.

"That's my girl." Kurt chuckles shucking his pants off before sinking into you. Between your breathless moan and the feeling of your walls pulsing around him Kurt can't help but groan when he bottoms out. He holds still for a moment allowing both you and him to adjust to your heat swallowing his length. With a deep breath, his hips rock back, almost all the way, and then he thrusts into you so harshly that he shifts you on the bed. He settles his hands on your hips then and sets a brutal rhythm, his hips snapping against yours relentlessly.

"Holy- fuck." You grit out, tossing your head back against the bed. Kurt always fills you to the point where it's almost too much, you can feel him everywhere somehow but oh how you love it. Your nails scrape down Kurt's back as you cling to him while he fucks you ruthlessly.

"So good. You feel so good liebling." He huffs out between his thrusts.

"So do you, god- you fuck me so well. Fill me so nicely."

"I know I do pretty one, this pussy loves taking my dick. Does it so well each time. Isn't that right baby?"

"Yeah- yes- love it so much." You whimper when Kurt's tail slips between your bodies and finds your clit. The extra appendage is as dexterous as his fingers and the swollen bundle of nerves reacts to it the same way, luring you to another orgasm that has you shuddering in Kurt's arms. His tail continues to poke around near where you and Kurt are joined, his hips not slowing even with his tail in the mix. It's something he's done before, not often- but it seems tonight he's pulling out all the stops. The tip of his tail is gathering your wetness, covering itself to prepare for entering you at the other end. Kurt lifts your hips further into him, holding you high enough for his tail to get under you and slowly prod your ass.

"Gonna stuff you proper tonight." Kurt mutters before his tail breeches you. Your gasping whine at the sudden intrusion only fuels Kurt more. His tail quickly matches his hips in rhythm filling you in both holes, clouding your mind. You're a mess of moans and whines as Kurt has his way with you. He pulls one or two more orgasms from you before he's spilling into you with a roar. He doesn't even bother pulling out before lays beside you and pulls you tightly against him. He kisses your forehead softly and whispers something in German that you don't know the meaning of. It's fine he'll be here a while. With Kurt it's never one and done. He'll pull more orgasms from you until you've completely lost count, until all you know is his name and the pleasure he's giving you, until the world has been flipped on its axis and you along with it. It happens every time and that's exactly why you call him when you do.

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[nightcrawlerfriends]

Kurt Wagner a.k.a. Nightcrawler as portrayed by Kodi Smit-McPhee on one of those sadder days. Maybe he misses his friends. I believe he needs you right now...

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[moving-accounts2112]

Liebling | Kurt Wagner x Mutant Fem!Reader

Y/N was sitting on her bed, tired after a long day. She listened to the rain smack against the roof and windows and put on some light music to relax. It wasn't long before she heard a strange poof noise, and the smell of sulfur filled her nose. She felt a tail brush by her leg, and an arm put around her torso, squeezing slightly. 

"Hi, Kurt.", she muttered to the fuzzy blue elf next to her. "Hi.", he said back. "You look tired.", he said while nuzzling his face into her shoulder. "I am tired. Kicking arse all day does that to you.", she responded. "And by kicking arse I presume you mean getting yours kicked by Logan in the training room?", he said in a teasing tone. "Oh shut it, elf boy.", Y/N said with a chuckle. "Ouch.", he teased yet again. "Your words pain me.". She rolled her eyes, saying "Yeah, yeah. Let's just snuggle.". She felt the weight of the bed shift as Kurt put his arms around her. "Mph... I'm tired too. Should we just go to bed?", he muttered into her shoulder. 

"Well, now I'm not tired.", she said, holding back a laugh. "Seriously?!", Kurt angrily said, failing at holding back his laughter. "Now that I'm tired, you're not?", he said with a glare. "Sorry!", Y/N said as she got up from the bed. "Awh, wait! Don't leave.", he responded, still holding her hand. She giggled, saying "You're so clingy! Eh, fine.". She sat back down only to be yet again, attacked by snuggles. "What happened to you?", she asked. Kurt simply shrugged, responding "The usual. Being threatened for buying food, hiding.".

She looked up at him sadly, nuzzling his chest, saying "I hope everyone else soon learns we're not dangerous. Stuff like that, and whenever there are more massacres, whether by mutants or non-mutants, it just makes me wanna hold you, and never let you go.". Kurt pets her head lovingly, responding in a low purr, "Don't worry, Liebling. I'm not going anywhere.". "I hope not.", Y/N responded while burying her face into his chest. "Mmph, wanna go get some food?". He nodded, tail wagging as he waltzed off with her.

#kurt wagner #nightcrawler x men #nightcrawler x reader #kurt wagner x reader #fluff fanfiction

[charliehoennam]

angel part 2

pairing: louis bloom x f!reader

summary: louis and his newfound crush slip deeper into their attraction after the 'wet dream'.

warning: this fic contains dark themes such as stalking, dubcon/noncon, smut and others. Read at your own risk. 18+ ONLY.

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The early morning sunlight begins to stream into your room. Its beaming warmth stirs you from your deep slumber.

Your head is pounding. The room feels it's still spinning around you and your mouth is drier than a desert.

Water would be really good right now, but you're not ready to get up yet. Your limbs still feel heavy and sore.

As consciousness slowly permeates back into you, you realize the soreness concentrates down between your hips. You lay in bed and think back to the dream you had.

You're riddled with confusion. You've had plenty of hyper realistic dreams before, but this felt different.

It felt so real and so good that you wish it had been real. You brush it off deciding to believe you're just so hung up on your neighbor. Being single for as long as you have been, his kind gesture and his piercing blue eyes are incredibly hard to not find so attractive.

You could still feel his warm breath on your skin. His hands felt soft and rough altogether gliding over your supple thighs and groping at your breasts. The memory of his wriggling tongue in your pussy already has it growing wet again.

You must've been really wet in your sleep judging by the stickiness on your sex. It seemed sort of clean; it must have rubbed against your bed sheets or something. It explains the small crusty stains on the cotton fabric.

Looks like you'll be doing laundry today. You needed to anyways. The stack of dirty clothes that you'd been ignoring during the packing process has piled up.

Louis watches you stir around in your bed from where he's stood behind his dull green curtains.

"So pretty even when you wake up," he thinks to himself.

He's so hypnotized by you, he doesn't even look down at the bowl of cereal in his hands as he eats calmly wondering if you know.

He watches your hand slide down between your legs to feel around, blissfully unaware as you search for any residue in your sore pussy.

His stare is relentlessly fixed on you. He can't look away, not that he even wants to. His heart drums faster in his chest along with his thoughts.

Does she know? Did she wake up? Is she going to touch herself? Did she enjoy it?

Inebriated with intrigue and curiosity, he stands frozen with one wide creepy eye peeping out from behind his curtain.

His mouth dries with anticipation, hoping you would touch yourself at the thought of being fucked by him. He can almost hear his blood rush in his head as his breath catches in his throat. He wishes he could hear every sound you make.

Lou doesn't even notice he's holding his only breath as you investigate your body, running a hand over your sore breasts and swollen pussy, when he sets his cereal down on the flower table by the window.

"I can't believe it," he thinks to himself. "That little filthy whore liked it. Can't get enough. Just the way I like it."

While you're asking yourself how this came to be, wondering if your little wet dream became a masturbating sleepwalking session, Lou's got his pants and belt open to unleash his heavy twitch dick.

With every recollection of your soft skin, the taste and the warmth of your pussy, his precum oozes from his domed head, allowing himself to smear it over his veiny member adding to the lube of his spit.

He can imagine how sweet your moans must sound. He would give anything to hear them while defiles your innocent body, plundering for the mind-numbing high.

It brings him to the idea of setting up cameras in your apartment, which doesn't sound so bad.

How come I hadn't thought of that before? He questions himself mentally, being the perverted voyager that he is.

He makes a mental note to plan that later. His mind is too impaired to churn out the details for that. Right now, all he can focus on how your hand is still between your legs.

As you think back to every possible explanation, your mind seems to only concentrate how realistic your dream felt.

You could smell the musky cologne of his body. You could feel his cock pushing and pulling in and out of you. You could feel his tongue wiggle between your folds once he was done pounding it ruthlessly.

The more you think about it, the more you ache for your neighbor.

The thought of him fucking you into your mattress drives you reach your heavy arm to your nightstand and pull out your vibrating friend.

The soreness of your limbs and the throbbing headache aren't enough to silence your pussy's craving. And it yearns for Lou.

Lou watches with a dry mouth hung open as you grind the humming cock against your pussy, drenching it with your slick to push it in.

You lick your lips and moan as you let the vibrator tease your clit, imagining Lou's face so clearly hovering over you as his dick penetrates your cunt.

The thought of the heavenly sounds your bodies would make as his hips snap against your sweaty hot skin.

You imagine threading your fingers into his silky hair as he buries his face between your legs, his tongue invading your core. The intensity of his thick-browed gaze up at you, gripping you with greedy hands and hunger as his mouth works it's wonder on you.

The watch on Lou's wrist rattles softly in the quiet of his apartment as he tugs his dick; his only little compliment to your performance.

With your legs spread wide, you push the vibrator into your slick slit and begin fucking yourself into your own bliss.

You're so fucking horny and drenched that the squelch of your pussy overcomes the vibrations of your toy. You're so hungry for cock and so pretty unknowingly putting yourself on display, holding one leg back to your chest as you fuck your pussy.

You're moaning, gasping and kneading your breast while Lou struggles to not cum just yet.

He wants to wait to cum with you. He wants to cum together because you're his. You were meant to be his and you have to cum together. He needs to feel - or at least pretend enough - that he's right back in your vice of a cunt, dicking you down raw.

His breath hitches as you get closer together and closer and closer until the pulling tension finally snaps in your cores, sheathing you both euphoric waves of pleasure.

"Fuck," he sighs looking at the curtains he'd just stained with ribbons of pearly white cum.

He really needs you again.

He wants more. He'll always want more.

Looking back out the window, he sees you slowly getting to walk to the bathroom and exit from view. He correctly assumes you've gone for a shower, but he needs another round.

With the camera hooked up to the tv, he finally sits back on his couch with your panties in hand. He presses play and begins to watch his work of art from the previous night, he threads his cock into your panties and begins to stroke his length.

He takes a bit of time to notice all the little intimate details of your home that reflect your tastes. Stroking his softened cock to its hardened state again, he makes notes of most of the things you love.

What a lucky little angel you are. He should be watching the news to see what his team's managed to capture without him. Yet here he is, prioritizing you. Worshipping you. You just don't know how truly special you are...yet.

Louis's head falls back as the vulgar images and sound lull him into bliss.

He remembers how pretty you looked. So exposed just for his eyes. All and only his even if just for a while.

Louis's chest heaves as he stares at the TV. You look so peaceful in your sleep. He wonders if he'll ever get to sleep beside you.

While Lou jacks his cock off to the dirty homemade video with your panties hooked around his cock, the fresh scent of the dark brew in your coffee pot wafts through your apartment, infiltrating your bathroom as you wash yourself in the shower.

The warm water rinses away the soreness of your body as you sit on the ground under the running shower.

You close your eyes to enjoy the soothing calm of the shower. Your mind begins to wander. What is it about him that has you so hung up on him?

Sure, he's attractive. He's no LA fitness model. Just a thin, young man with a deadly smile, luscious brown lock and piercing unyielding eyes that could burn a hole tight through you.

He looked fairly common, but there was still something there within that brought a chill up your spine until the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

To be entirely honest, you can't tell if you're attracted to him or scared of him. But whatever it is, it's pulling you like a magnet.

As he waters his treasured flower, he notices across from his window that you're gathering clothes and bedsheets, preparing a laundry basket as you nestle the laundry soap and softener upon the piled fabrics.

He sees this as an opportunity to get closer to you presenting itself. And given the mess he's made on the curtains and your stolen panties, he knows it'll have to be laundry day for him as well.

The complex you share has a community laundromat for the tenants. He presumes that's where you're going, he needs to get there before you do. He needs you to think it's all a mare coincidence.

He watches you wide-eyed as you set your basket down on the couch.

Your toast's popped up in the toaster.

He sighs in relief, knowing now he has enough time to gather his laundry and soap to race to the laundromat to get there before you do.

He stumbles through his apartment, gathering whatever he can find to toss aimlessly into his laundry basket. Then he gathers the curtains from his window to dump them into the basket, along with your dirty lace panties.

He kinda hates that he ruined them. Now, he'll have to wash them and that will wash away your precious scent. No worries, though. He'll just steal another next time and make sure he keeps that one sealed and cleaned to sniff whenever he craves your pussy.

Grabbing a few more clothes, not really caring if they're clean or dirty, he takes one more glance out the window and see that you're still enjoying your simple breakfast.

Dressed in a pink shirt, he ties his brown locks back away from his face and carries his basket on his hip as he calmly makes his way to the laundry room confident in his plan to win you over.

You finish your slices of buttered toast and coffee before wiping your hands together and quickly rinsing the dishes.

The move must have really taken a toll on you because your body is beyond tired, but you still need to push forward though all you wish you could do is sleep under your covers.

Taking a cold water bottle from the fridge, you walk out of your apartment with basket wearing a simple top, short denim shorts and a pair of flip flops.

As you approach the laundromat, you can hear a machine working already from the hallway. The door is wide open, providing more light into the dull dark laundry room.

Outdated washers and dryers line the the walls of the room - if you can even call it that. It really looks more like a building basement with the lack of windows.

You freeze for a minute as you quickly make out the familiar figure standing with his back to you as he calmly sets his clothes in the washer one item at a time.

After a glance over his shoulder, he turns around his head to flash a smile that attempts to seem more welcoming than devious, though faint worry radiating from your amygdala questions his succession in asserting comfort.

"Y/N, right? The new neighbor?" As if he could ever forget your name.

"Yeah. You're Lou, right?" you reply politely returning the smile.

Without any control, your pussy squeezes around nothing arching for him once again as you're reminded of your dream.

"Are you settling in alright?"

"Yeah, I am. Still have some unpacking to finish, but everything is going well. Thanks for asking."

"Sure thing. Oh, " suggest washer number 3. It works the best if you ask me. Don't bother with number 9. It'll take your coins, but it doesn't work. I personally believe it's intentionally rigged to steal our money."

"Thank you for that. I'll have to keep that in mind," you smile politely.

You wonder if it's actually true or if he just wants you to be closer to him given that washer number 3 is right next to him. Why wouldn't he take the best washer instead?

Brushing off the worrisome questions, you feel like you barely know him enough to make judgements about him, so you walk over to the washer beside his and start loading it up.

"Thank you for the cookies again. They were really good. I almost ate all of them."

He smiles to himself. Almost? That could only mean you didn't eat all of them, meaning there are more of the sleep-inducing cookies that can provide him with another opportunity and hopefully tonight.

His dick twitches at the excitement.

"I'm glad you enjoyed them. Although I admit they're much better when eating within the first two days. After that, they start to go stale."

They don't, but he can't risk you not eating them.

"Guess I'll have to finish them all today. What a sacrifice," you reply ironically flashing a smile at him.

He chuckles at your jokes, trying his best to mimick genuine amusement.

"What an awful way to indulge."

"Did you make them from scratch?"

"Oh, of course" he lies. "They're my late grandma's recipe."

He never even met his grandmother or grandparents. He was given up to adoption at an early age. He lies to add a personal taste; he hopes he can win you over a little with a family-friendly detail.

And he does.

"Aw, that's sweet," you swoon. "Did you learn how to cook with her?"

"She taught me enough to get me by."

"Well, she taught you well. Those cookies were delicious."

Yes, you are. The best thing I've ever tasted, he thinks to himself.

"She taught me how to make a wonderful chocolate cake as well. I'd love to make it for you sometime," he beams at all the possible opportunities that flash through his mind.

"Yeah, I'd love that! I love chocolate cake. But you gotta let me make you something too," you reply feeling a little too spoiled.

"You don't have to do that. I love baking," he hasn't the slightest clue how to make a cake from scratch. Thank God for box mix, though.

"Well, I wouldn't feel so bad about accepting all your treats. Why don't you at least let me take you out then? My treat."

"Are you asking me out?" he smirks locking his eyes on you.

"I might be. Doesn't have to be a date if you don't want to."

Your cheeks flush with warmth as he catches your not-so-subtle invitation.

"Yeah, I'd love that. And I appreciate a woman that isn't afraid to take the initiative."

You smile brightly feeling like you just took a step in the right direction.

"I'm free tonight if you are? I know a great place that serves authentic Mexican food."

"Sounds great to me. How about tonight at 8?"

"Perfect, sweetheart" he grins.

His idea to win you over is actually working, all according to plan.

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[psychwxrdd]

dollhouse

🎀 note: i watched an horror movie one of these days that got me a bit of inspiration for this

warnings: 18+, louis bloom (he's the warning itself), naive! reader, age gap (reader is 20), louis takes advantage of reader, sextape, dubcon, non con... i think it's needless to say this is dark cmon it's nightcrawler

summary: you work for louis bloom. it is your first job, and unfortunately, you happened to fall for your boss. you would do anything to make him proud. and he knew it.

"How's my best girl doing today?" Louis asked you, as he was walking through the hallway and you were standing there, waiting for a coworker. You smiled brightly, his words felt like billions of butterflies just learned how to fly inside you.

"I'm fine, Lou, what about you?" You spoke sweetly. You were a naturally shy person, but around him, it was worse. You made a fool of yourself every single time.

You couldn't quite tell when did it happened, maybe because you always had a thing for older guys and he seemed to pay attention to you in ways your dad never did. Maybe it was just because he was a handsome man with big, scary eyes that gave you chills and it attracted you cause you loved creepy and scary things. But whenever was it, or for whatever reason, you were completely in love with him.

"I feel a lot happier now that i saw you. My daily sight for sore eyes." He chuckled, and you blushed. What a sweet thing you are.

Lou surely noticed how much you liked him. It wasn't like anyone else wouldn't, it was pretty obvious, but you particularly caught a lot of his attention. Not just because of your beauty... It was far deeper than that.

Of course you were a very gorgeous girl, anyone who has eyes could see that. But Lou's reasons came from a predatory nature. He noticed how bad you were willing to please him, he knew you were inexperienced. You were only 20, this was your first job, you had daddy issues... No one needed to be a detective to figure it out. You were a submissive, pretty young girl and he had you wrapped around his finger. Wouldn't it be a waste if he let go of such an opportunity to take control?

"You know, y/n, i was thinking about you just now. I needed a task and i'm sure you would help me better than any other"

You nodded at him, a small shine in your eyes at the last words, he saw.

"Tonight i need you to show up at my apartment, i have a new project in mind and i want you to be the main actress of this one film."

"I'll be more than happy to help you!" You said, not being able to hide your smile.

He grabbed your cheeks lightly, "You're adorable. Knew i could count on you, be there at 8pm...I also have a gift in my office for you."

Getting ready to meet Louis, felt like a dream. Your heart felt so happy you could die.

The clothes inside the box he gave you were really beautiful, the exact way you loved. You felt like a doll.

Did he saw you as one? You hoped. You wanted to be his doll, his princess. What a dream.

It was a short, baby blue dress. It had this bowl around your waist, short light white sleeves and these glitter details all over it, you could tell it was very expensive. So, so beautiful you felt your heart warm. There was also two small pink bowls for you to place in your hair, a pair of two long white socks and verniz black shoes.

He told you to not wear makeup, just some mascara.

You went your way to his apartment, not that much far away from your house, and when he opened the door, he smiled big.

"You look absolutely beautiful. You are beautiful, but you should dress like this everyday." He told you as he stare at your whole body, making you give him a shy smile. "Come in."

You were amazed by how big and elegant it was. You knew Video Production News were succesful, but you never actually had acknowledge of how much.

"Beautiful house, Lou"

"It is sweetheart, you like it?"

"A lot"

You felt your body frozen when his hand touched your neck from behind. You always felt like this when he touched you.

"Sit on the coach, make yourself comfortable"

You sat, and felt much smaller than him. He was standing right in front of you, closer than you expected. Louis cupped your cheeks with his hands, making you stare at his face.

"We're gonna play dollhouse, and i'm gonna film it. You're gonna act like my doll. Behave or i'm gonna have to tie you up"

You were shocked to say the least.

Not expecting an answer, he grabbed his camera, pointing at your face. "Look at this cute face"

He caressed your cheeks, going to your mouth. His fingers pressed your lips, and you opened. You weren't scared at all, you were surprised. But if Lou wanted you to behave, you would.

"Fuck" he whispered. You smiled, your eyes never leaving his. You sucked on his fingers, his thumb still caressing your cheeks. The camera was now filming your body.

"Take yours panties" He ordered. You felt shame at that, not just because it was Lou, but because he was filming it. What was the purpose of it anyway?

Not wanting to let him down, you did as he told you to. Slowly taking the white lacy panties off, he abruptly take them from your hand, sniffing it and hiding on his pocket. You felt your pussy getting hot at the sight.

"Open yours legs for me."

As you opened, he got closer to your pussy and filmed it. "Such a fucking pretty cunt...Bend over"

You were basically putting on a show to him. He was exploring your body, and your pussy was getting more and more wet at that. It felt good somehow, feeling shame and horny at the same time.

Louis placed his camera upon his tripod, telling to turn on your belly again. Getting on his knees in front of you, he grabbed your legs and put it on his shoulders, sucking on your clit all of sudden and making you gasp in surprise and pleasure.

He only sucked you harder. Licked, basically fucked you with his tongue, and you were moaning like crazy. His cock was extremely hard on his pants, he always jerked off at the thought of eating your pussy, and after feeling your scent, he went crazy.

The sounds you were making showed him how amazing he was at what he was doing, and if we're being honest, he needed no validation, he knew it. He knew he was the best at anything. But it did something to him, tho. He couldn't quite tell what was it, but his dick throbbed when you said his name.

Knowing that he would watch it later to jerk off... Jesus fucking Christ.

You felt like you were about to pee, and your pussy clenched around his tongue. Thats when he knew you were about to cum.

He stopped, getting up. "Face down, ass up"

You quickly obey, even being dazed by what just happened. He freed his hard cock, grinding it against your folds and mixing your wetness with his pre cum.

You screamed when he put it inside with no warn, it was thick and big. He didn't cared about your scream, it only turned him on even more.

"Lou..." you tried to say, but he gave a damn about it. He grabbed your hair tightly, fucking you ruthless.

The sound of his cock pounding into your wet pussy was so hot... The pain of his harsh paces felt like pleasure at some point. Your screams were replaced by loud moans.

He gave your ass a loud slap, then another, and grabbed your hips, going even harder. Something you didn't knew was possible.

"My doll don't get to have a say on anything" He groaned. "Such a nice little toy you are... Won't fucking share you"

He kept fucking you in that speed, and you begged for more. Hearing your begs for him made his orgasm near.

He pull out of you, grabbing your jaw and stroking his cock next to your face. He took the camera again, now filming it closely.

"Open your mouth."

He kept stroking it, but not for much longer. His cum went all over your face and inside your mouth too. Your mascara was a mix of tears and his cum. He filmed your face, proud of his new piece of "art".

You were about to close your eyes, when he gave you a light slap on the cheek.

"I'm not done yet, doll. You still have two holes for me to use and i haven't filmed all the positions i want to see you yet."

#louis bloom #nightcrawler #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal #x reader #dark fanfiction #fanfiction #imagine

[raventhebookkeeper]

Can i have Kurt Wagner x reader where he sees reader's scars and kisses them and it's fluff? 🥺👉👈

Scars and Kisses| Kurt Wagner x reader

Note: Yess this is so sweet! I hope you like it☺️

Warnings: scars from injuries, insecurities (idk if that should be a warning), fluff

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Sometimes your mind can be your biggest enemy. Your thoughts can bring you down faster than even your strongest opponent.

You would know, you were part of the X-men. You had fought plenty on missions. Being a mutant wasn’t easy physically or mentally.

Sometimes though they would hit you at the same time. So much so that your questioning how something physically can impact you so emotionally.

It started small. A brush of a hand on that small scar on your arm. A glimpse in the mirror when you’re getting ready. Or someones eyes linger a little to long at the scars that you hadn’t meant to show when your shirt had ridden up.

You pushed your feelings away though. Put them to the back of your mind until it was to much to ignore. And you thought you had done a good job in not showing that something was bothering you. But you should have known better to think Kurt wouldn’t notice.

He knew you better than most. You were attached to the hip since the first moment you met, and only seemed to grow closer after you had turned your friendship into something more. He never judged you. It always felt like he just understood. He just saw you, y/n L/n. You were the same to him. Never judge mental and always so caring and loving. He fell in love with your kindness. And for just being you. He was Kurt, your best friend and the love of your life.

So why would you think he wouldn’t notice? Perhaps you were to focused on not focusing on it that it showed either way.

He could tell something had been weighing on you. You could keep a level head and go about your day, but he could see those moments where you slipped up. When you picked at your clothes, fidgeted with anything near by, or when you seem to be lost in space and have to take a breather before you continue with your task.

He wasn’t sure what had been bothering you but he was determined to help you in anyway you needed. Which brought him to your room. It was late but he knew you would be up. He could still see your light on under the door.

Usually he just popped in with his powers, only because you trusted him, but this time he knocked on your door softly. He wasn’t sure of the problem yet so he wanted to approach this carefully.

There was no reply from your side and he didn’t hear any movement. He quietly opened the door and peaked in. He could see your form lying in bed. You had curled yourself up, eyes closed, your hands gripping your pillow under your head, and a frown on your face.

You were so consumed in your thoughts you hadn’t heard Kurt come in.

Today was long and stressful, which only made it easier for the thoughts you had buried to come digging there way up to the surface again.

As soon as you got to your room you lazily changed into your comfy clothes. Just wanting to sleep it all away. But the mirror you had in the corner of your room caught your eyes. And you could see a little glimpse of yourself.

You didn’t even realize when you had walked up to it. You just stood in front of it, eyeing the scars that littered some parts of you.

You didn’t have to see them to know where they were either. You knew where every single one was, even if it wasn’t visible in the mirror now.

You knew them all. And every story that came with them. Some weren’t as bad. They reminded you of the times you had made a dumb mistake or just a funny accident. Then there were those that came from your job, going on missions. Those weren’t all bad but some of them were close calls and you didn’t like to think about them for to long. But then there were the ones that held your worst memories. They didn’t just scar you physically but mentally and emotionally as well. Those were harder to ignore, didn’t matter how big or small. In a way they still hurt.

And today was one of those days where you wished you didn’t have that reminder. You wished they weren’t permanent. You didn’t always mind when they were there. But on bad days your thoughts would consume you.

At some point you just curled up on your bed, just as Kurt found you, and tried to make them go away. You didn’t want to look at yourself. So you close your eyes, not wanting to catch a glimpse in the mirror again.

Kurt didn’t want to startle you so he knocked again. Your body tensed up a little and he knew you heard.

“My love, can I come in?” He spoke softly.

You tried to calm yourself and grabbed the blanket at the end of your bed bringing it over your legs and torso.

“Of course.” You smiled at him as he closed the door and made his way over to you, trying to seem calm and collected. But the smile didn’t reach your eyes.

He gave a smile of his own anyways and sat at the end of the bed. He didn’t want to jump right into it so he just gently took your hand, caressing the back of it with his thumb.

You couldn’t help but melt a little at his gentle touch. No one had ever been so gentle and kind to you as he has. You squeezed his hand a little, wanting to just fall in his arms right then and there.

“How was your day? I didn’t get to see you very much.” He still had a smile on his face, that sweet, genuine smile that says ‘I’m listening, I want to know.’ You wanted to cry just seeing him.

“It was…okay. Just busy, you know how it gets.” You shrugged lightly trying to ignore that tired sinking feeling in your stomach. You’d been trying to do that for awhile now.

He knew that wasn’t all of it, but he didn’t want to push to much. He brushed some hair away from your face, letting his knuckles caress the side of your cheek. “Is there anything I can do?”

His hand that was holding yours made its way up your arm, gently rubbing them up and down. You were going to answer but he brushed over a spot and you froze for a second. You felt those thoughts rear their ugly heads again. ‘How could he so easily touch me, touch them, and it not bother him?’

“No, it’s fine. Really. I’ve got it handled.” You brought your hand back sticking your arms under the blanket. You brought your legs up and held them against you. He noticed and it hurt a little, not knowing why you pulled away from him.

“My love, you know that you can talk to me, right? I want to help you in anyway I can. In any way you need me too. Are you sure there isn’t something that’s been weighing on you?”

He reached for you once more but hesitated, not knowing if you were comfortable with that right now. You thought over his words trying to decide if you should tell him. Tell him how much it’s been eating at you. You couldn’t quite look at him. Your eyes becoming slightly glossy.

“I-,” you stopped and bit your lip, feeling a small lump in your throat. He brought his hand up and slowly lifted your chin, giving you the chance to pull away if you wanted. You didn’t move away and let him take your lip out from between your teeth.

“I’m right here, whenever you’re ready.” That did it for you. The tears started rolling down your face. All the pent up emotions spilling over. Kurt moved to sit in front of you now.

You didn’t look up at him. And he let you cry as much as you needed.

When you started to calm down a little you finally looked up at him again. Worry and concern was written all over his face. All he wanted was to hold you.

“I’m sorry, I just…” you wiped the salty tears form your cheeks but only more took their place. “How can you love me? How can you be so okay with it? With me? How can you look at me and touch me? I hate it! Don’t you?!”

Kurt was a little shocked at your outburst, and heartbroken by your words. He tried to meet your eyes but you only sank into yourself further.

“How could I not love you? You are my favorite human being I’ve ever had the honor to meet. You are so incredibly kind and hold so much love for the people around you. Even if you don’t know them. And you love me more than I thought anyone could love me. You are caring, funny, sweet, intelligent, and beautiful. How could I not look at you? What is it that bothers you so much about yourself my love?” He spoke softly, and lovingly.

You still wouldn’t look up, not wanting to see his face as you muttered your next words. “My scars.” You held yourself a little tighter. ‘He must realize what I mean now.’ You think to yourself.

But how could you think that. Your Kurt. Your sweet, dorky, lovable Kurt. He takes your hand once again, and this time you didn’t pull away.

He didn’t stop there. He turned your palm upwards and pulled it towards him. Before he continued he gave you a questioning look. Silently asking if this was okay. You nodded, confused and a little hesitant, but you trusted him.

He leaned down pressing his lips against your scar. He felt you freeze once again and thought you were going to pull away. But you didn’t move a muscle, so he continued. With every kiss you felt more tears fill your eyes. And you couldn’t help the blush that made its way up your neck, ears, and cheeks.

He didn’t stop, even pecking the skin that wasn’t scarred along the way. He moved the blanket off you and pushed you to lay on your back. You just watched, as he tried to kiss away the pain and the thoughts that plagued your mind. They couldn’t ruin this moment though. Not for you. Not this time.

He kissed right above your knee, then eventually your stomach, then just below your collarbone. He held the side of your face with his hand as he left gentle kisses along your neck and jaw. He pecked you on your forehead, cheeks, and then your nose. You laughed softly as he nudged his nose against yours.

He whispered softly against your lips. “I love every part of you. All of you is beautiful inside and out. I know I can’t make those thoughts go away completely, but I’ll always be here to constantly remind you how wonderful and beautiful you are.” You both closed your eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours.

He caressed a certain scar on your side. “I remember this one. I still feel guilty about it.” You laughed tearfully. “It wasn’t your fault. I made you teleport us so we could sneak away.” He smiled at the memory. “But we ended getting an earful from the professor.”

“Yes, but that was also the night you gave me my first kiss.” You opened your eyes only to see him staring down at you, so full of love and warmth for you. You brought your hands up to cradle his face.

That was one of your favorite memories. Maybe, with time, you could learn to love them too.

“I love you.” ‘Thank you.’

He smiled softly and leaned forward.

“I love you too.” ‘All of you, forever.’

He closed the gap between you and kissed you. You sighed as you melted into the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, if that was even possible. He happily obliged still gently caressing your side.

You knew it would take time, and you would still have your bad days. But you could do it, especially with Kurt. Because Kurt loved you, all of you, and you were so grateful for him. You didn’t have to say it. He could feel it as you kissed him and held him in your arms.

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#kurt wagner #fanfiction #kurt wagner x reader #x men #x men imagine #nightcrawler #kurt wagner imagine #request

[official-banetteeye]

I posted a Kurt Wagner x Male Reader 18+ one shot on ao3 if anyone is interested.

#ao3 #ao3 link #fanfic #fanfic ao3 #fanfiction #x reader #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #x men #kurt wagner x reader #x male reader #xmen #gay #lgbt #nightcrawler x reader #nightcrawler xmen #nightcrawler x male reader

[muerder-snail]

Some old doodles I managed to finish today featuring my otp Kurt and Todd along with Todd’s adopted brother Percy who is a mutant knower as chuppa as in the Mexico monster the chupacabra.

You can find out how Todd and Percy became like brothers in my fanfic here

#fanart #artists on tumblr #fanfic #fanfiction #xmen nightcrawler #xmen toad #xmen fanart #x men fic #xmen #x men evolution #my art stuff #fan art #art dump #artwork #art #digital art #original art #oc art #my art #kodd

[thequiver]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men (Comicverse) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: David Haller & Kurt Wagner, David Haller & Kevin MacTaggert, David Haller & Pietro Maximoff, David Haller & Wanda Maximoff, David Haller & Lorna Dane, Theresa Cassidy & David Haller, David Haller & Rogue, Kevin MacTaggert & Kurt Wagner, Pietro Maximoff & Kurt Wagner, Wanda Maximoff & Kurt Wagner, Kurt Wagner & Theresa Cassidy, Rogue & Kurt Wagner, Kevin MacTaggert & Pietro Maximoff, Kevin MacTaggert & Wanda Maximoff, Kevin MacTaggert & Lorna Dane, Lorna Dane & Kurt Wagner, Kevin MacTaggert & Theresa Cassidy, Kevin MacTaggert & Rogue, Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Lorna Dane & Pietro Maximoff, Theresa Cassidy & Pietro Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff & Rogue, Lorna Dane & Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff & Rogue, Theresa Cassidy & Wanda Maximoff, Theresa Cassidy & Lorna Dane, Lorna Dane & Rogue, Theresa Cassidy & Rogue, Lorna Dane & Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Lorna Dane & Erik Lehnsherr & Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Ruth Aldine/David Haller, Ruth Aldine & Pietro Maximoff, David Haller & Erik Lehnsherr, Sean Cassidy & Theresa Cassidy, Theresa Cassidy & Cain Marko, Kevin MacTaggert & Sean Cassidy, Kevin MacTaggert & Cain Marko, Kevin MacTaggert & Theresa Cassidy & Sean Cassidy, David Haller & Charles Xavier, Theresa Cassidy & Moira MacTaggert, David Haller & Moira MacTaggert, Kevin MacTaggert & Moira MacTaggert, Raven | Mystique & Kurt Wagner Characters: David Haller, Kurt Wagner, Rogue, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Lorna Dane, Theresa Cassidy, Kevin MacTaggert, Ruth Aldine, Erik Lehnsherr, Sean Cassidy, Emma Frost, Cain Marko, Gabrielle Haller Additional Tags: this is NOT David/Ruth friendly, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Identity Issues, Politics, Elections, Mommy Issues, Daddy Issues, Night Terrors, we are exploring a LOT of trauma in this bad boy, Lots and lots of character development, Past Sexual Abuse, Implied/Referenced Character Death Series: Part 5 of X-Men: Revenant Summary:

While grappling with the losses of their lives and particularly those of the last few weeks- Revenant tries to inspire the formation of their new transitional government. Things don't necessarily go as smoothly as they'd hoped but when do they ever?

#david haller #legion #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #anna-marie lebeau #rogue #pietro maximoff #quicksilver #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #x-men #x men #xmen #X-Men: Revenant #my fic #my fics #x-men fanfiction #fanfiction

[literally-remylebeau]

Be Still, My Foolish Heart

CW: Nothing

This was supposed to be posted Saturday. Oopsies.

Pietro Maximoff/Kurt Wagner

3,379 Words

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Pietro nods, understanding what Kurt was trying to say. "No, I think I get what you're saying." His eyebrows furrow a bit. "You mean like, just… show ourselves to each other?" Kurt smiles at Pietro, grateful for his understanding and patience.

"Yes! I just wanna see you." Kurt says, mumbling the last bit, being a little embarrassed. Pietro grins at the deeper blue that spreads across his boyfriend's face.

Or

Pietro and Kurt have a sweet, non-sexual moment of intimacy together.

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It's a quiet day in the school for mutants. Which is incredibly unusual especially since it is the middle of the school year. Usually there would be children, of all age groups, running around and making as much noise as possible. Which may not sound like a lot to deal with. However, when you have two elementary kids fighting over a toy, a group of middle schools planning on doing some scheme to blow up eggs and high schools showing off with their mutants that definitely should not be used so carelessly inside while more kids are running up and down the halls trying to get to their classes, eventually, you're going to want to scream and tear your hair out all at once.

So, on one of the very few days where everything seemed to calm down for whatever reason and the X-Men also had yet to have anything interesting happening, they all were very delighted to have a day to just lay in bed and relax.

Which is how Kurt and Pietro got to where they were currently. The two had been set up as roommates through whatever system the school used when they joined after the stuff with Apocalypse. Pietro had been told not to get up and move around too much with his leg cast. Something about not getting it dirty or letting it heal enough so it could hold his weight better first or whatever. Pietro was not listening to the Professor's warnings. Unfortunately, he had been told these things in his bed while his roommate had just popped in to grab something.

No matter how hard he tried every single time Pietro would get up to do something, anything, Kurt had come to find and bring him back to his bed. Which was always followed by Kurt kindly trying to tell Pietro that he should really just stay in bed unless he was going to the bathroom or getting food. Even though the latter wasn't even necessary because the blue boy would bring a plate full of food for every important meal of the day and some snacks in between.

Eventually, Pietro's leg did heal. He had never been happier than to be able to get up and have to actually do stuff! Like, getting up and playing his pong game or... Ok, maybe he wasn't missing out on too much but staying in bed all day isn't as fun as it sounds when you're forced to do it.

Despite his healed leg, Kurt still had the routine of showing up where Pietro was. Pietro didn't think too much about it and assumed it had just been out of habit until it didn't stop for weeks after he got his cast off. Surprisingly, he didn't really mind it. In fact, he realized he had started to actually feel something for Kurt. Especially after he had spent so long looking after him. He ignored this, of course, he was aware of his sexuality but tended to just keep any thoughts like that to himself.

One night Pietro decided to go against Charles' scolding and smoked some weed in his room. He had meant to ask Kurt about what had been happening for a while but, being as awkward as he is, he never really got around to it. That was until Pietro had smoked enough to completely ward off any rational thinking. So, when Kurt had walked into the room to grab something he just asked.

Kurt jumped, having not noticed Pietro being in the room, and tried to come up with a reply but failed. It wasn't until Pietro had gotten way too close to Kurt that he blurted out an answer he didn't mean to.

"I like you. Like. A lot."

Which Pietro replied with, "Oh, cool." and promptly sat back down on his bed. Of course, this led to a conversation later on where Pietro was less high. They officially started dating not too long after that. They didn't outright tell anyone, but a few people did figure it out. Those people being a few of their fellow X-Men and Charles.

Warren had accidentally seen them kissing, Ororo just kind of knew somehow, Jubilee wanted it to happen anyways, and Charles accidentally found out when he needed to keep Kurt conscious during a battle because he had gotten hurt, and he had to do so telepathically. Of course, these people didn't care about them dating and were even happy for them. However, the two were more careful with keeping their relationship a secret.

They had been together for half a year now and had only gone so far as a small make out session. This was mainly due to Kurt's limited knowledge of being in a romantic relationship and Pietro was fine with it. Weirdly enough, the speedster was completely ok with going as slow as Kurt wanted.

Which is why it came as a shock when Kurt had asked to do something that had been far ahead of where they were.

"It's alright, Kurt. Just explain it to me one more time, ok?" Pietro reassures his boyfriend. "I just wanna make sure I know what exactly you're asking." Pietro has his hands on either side of Kurt's face, calming the boy who had started to panic only a moment ago. They are sitting on Pietro's bed together. The room still has two beds so people won't ask questions.

They have been cuddling ever since they were told they had the day off. When, out of nowhere, Kurt had looked up from where he had his head on Petro's chest and said they needed to talk. Kurt tried to explain what he wanted to talk about but couldn't find the words, which led Pietro to assume he was talking about sex.

"It's not that," Kurt shakes his head, Pietro dropping his hands. He opted to hold Kurt's hands in his own. "It's just... I don't know how to explain." Kurt looks defeated as his shoulders fall. Pietro rebs circles with his thumbs on the back of Kurt's hands, comfortingly.

"It's ok. We've, literally, got all day." Pietro assures Kurt, still rubbing the back of his hands. Kurt takes a moment before he starts to explain again.

"I just feel like we've been dating for a while now and we haven't really... explored that side of our relationship, you know? I want to be able to share that with you, but I just don't know how to go about it." Kurt pauses for a moment before trying to explain further. "I want to explore each other but not sexually." Kurt stumbles over his words again. He huffed and lets his head fall, thinking he had messed up his wording again.

Pietro nods, understanding what Kurt was trying to say. "No, I think I get what you're saying." His eyebrows furrow a bit. "You mean like, just... show ourselves to each other?" Kurt smiles at Pietro, grateful for his understanding and patience.

"Yes! I just wanna see you." Kurt says, mumbling the last bit, being a little embarrassed. Pietro grins at the deeper blue that spreads across his boyfriend's face.

"Alright, so how exactly do you wanna do this?" Pietro asks, looking at Kurt for guidance as if he has any more of an idea. "Like, we just rip our clothes off and start touching each other or what?" He asks jokingly, causing the boy to laugh.

"No, no!" Kurt pulls his hands away and waves them back and forth while still laughing. "Just one at a time. I take my shirt off and then yours and then pants and... uh, you know... Or you could go first. I don't mind." Kurt explains, rambling a little bit.

"Ok, so I'll go first, I guess." Pietro sits back a bit and takes off the Alice In Chains band shirt he was wearing.

Kurt's face flushes as he looks at Pietro. Of course they've seen each in less clothing before while getting changed or, specifically, when the A/C stopped working last summer and they had to sleep shirtless. Even so, Kurt never actually had the chance to really look at Pietro because he didn't want to stare. That wasn't the case now.

Pietro isn't very muscular on his upper half but he is very lean. His terra-cotta skin tone is a shade lighter than it is everywhere else. He has a silvery-white hair trail leading into his pants and a scar that runs straight across his chest with two more going up and around his nipples. The scaring stood up from his skin. It is blotchy and discolored from not having healed correctly. Still, Kurt loves the way he looks.

Kurt places his hands on either side of Pietro's neck and gently pulls him into a kiss. Pietro immediately starts kissing back. One of his hands on the side of Kurt's face and the other on the small of his back. Kurt pulls away with his forehead still resting on Pietro's. His hands slightly move down.

"May I?" Kurt asks quietly, his tail standing up with a little curved at the end.

Pietro lightly nods his head. Kurts hands go down lower as he carefully drags them down the front of Pietro's body. They go down to the waistband of the speedsters pants before he lightly grabs his love handles. This causes Pietro to let out a slight moan as he suddenly sits up straight. Kurt moves his hands off of him and moves his head away from Pietro. He mumbles out an apology, worried he had crossed a line.

"No, it's fine. Sorry." Pietro goes back to the posture he had before. "I just... 'm not used to being touched, y'know?" Pietro explained, face flushed.

"Do you wanna stop?" Kurt asks, sitting back quite a bit.

"No, it's ok." Pietro replies a bit too quickly. "I mean, it's nice. Being touched and stuff." Pietro shifts uncomfortably for a second. "Continue, please."

Kurt nods, moving back to the position he had before. His hands back on the speedsters hips, he gently grabs them again. Pietro simply sighed this time, resting his head in the crook of Kurt's neck. Kurt's hands travel back up Pietro's sides to the upper part of his ribs where the scars on his breasts are. His thumbs softly move across the raised skin. Kurt hesitantly leans down and kisses each scar affectionately. He leaned back up and smiled at the deep blush that spread across Pietro's face.

Kurt's hands go to Pieto's back before running down his arms until he interlocks their hands. This time it's Pietro who pulls Kurt into a kiss. He pulls his hands away from Kurt's and runs them through his hair. The kiss was soft but hungry as Kurt's hands landed on Pietro's hips again. Only, this time the speedster moans into Kurt's mouth as he grips them. Kurt tilts his head a bit as he takes the opportunity to explore Pietro's mouth.

Pietro pulls back when his body starts to lightly shake. It's something his body does when he is overwhelmed or stressed. He can do it on command and vibrate certain parts of his body but when it comes to moments like this it's out of his control. It doesn't happen often when they are kissing. When it does happen he has to pull away even when he doesn't want to. They had found out the hard way it wasn't too comfortable for Kurt.

"Sorry," Pietro says, lightly chuckling. He takes his hands away from Kurt's hair and sits back, waiting for the shaking to stop.

"It's alright, love." Kurt says, smiling at his boyfriend's reaction. "Um, my turn now. I guess." Kurt sits up on his knees and pulls his shirt off over his head. He throws his shirt to the side as Pietro moves closer to him as his body has started to calm down.

Pietro places his hands on either side of Kurt's face. His thumbs delicately trace over the scars that litter the boy's cheeks. He leans his forehead onto Kurt's as he drags his hands down to his chest. His hands follow the same path Kurt's had a moment ago but he goes slower as he feels the markings on the rest of the boy's body.

The first time Pietro had seen Kurt shirtless was also the first time he had ever really thought about the marks. He had originally assumed that Kurt had been born with them. When they found out that Raven was his mom, dad? He doesn't really know, basically confirming this for Pietro since she also has markings. However, when he saw the raised skin on the rest of Kurt's body he got a little skeptical.

Unlike the marks on his face, these ones aren't as symmetrical and even. This discovery eventually led to Pietro asking Kurt about them. Kurt was hesitant to open up about them.

When he did open up about them, they were laying in Kurt's bed as they did very often. It's always considerably cleaner than Pietro's. The two were cuddling after a rather difficult mission they, thankfully, came back with no injuries from. Pietro was laying his head on Kurt's chest with Rush playing in his walkman. Kurt laid under him with his arms and tail wrapped around the speedster.

Pietro absentmindedly started gently running his hand up and down Kurt's forehand. His fingers feeling over the markings running over his skin. Due to Rush's Time Stand Still blasting in his ears, Pietro hadn't heard when Kurt had started to talk. When he did finally realize, he lazily pulled off his headphones.

"Whatdidchasay?" Pietro's 'What did you say?' coming out more as one word rather than an actual question. Fortunately, Kurt understood it perfectly fine.

"Do you still wanna know about them? The marks." Kurt repeated, looking down at Pietro. His hand gently carded through the silver hair near the base of his neck.

"Uh, I mean, yeah. If you're willing." Pietro sat up on his arm to look at Kurt more clearly.

"I did them." Kurt said with his voice wavering the smallest bit. If his boyfriend wasn't someone who could see every micro expression a person makes, then he wouldn't have noticed. Fortunately for Kurt, his boyfriend was that someone. Pietro wrapped one arm under Kurt and the other over him. He held him closer as Kurt continued to explain.

"When I was younger, I found solace in religion. Maybe a bit too much." Pietro nodded. He knew of Kurt's complicated relationship with his religion since he noticed he had stopped carrying his cross with him. "Well, eventually, I found that avoiding sin was a lot harder than it had been made out to be. I didn't know how to deal with it. I found myself sinning without even realizing it. So, to make it up to God, I would cut myself. Each mark represents a different time I had sinned."

Pietro didn't like that memory. He hated everything about it. The way Kurt's eyes slowly started welling up with tears as he talked, the way he thought he had to hurt himself for god, the thought that, if still did it, their relationship would've been one of the marks. He's grateful Kurt felt comfortable to share it with him and he did his best to comfort him. He understands where Kurt had been coming from because Pietro has also dealt with self harm but the religious part of it disturbed him. Though, he never really was connected with religion before.

Pietro's hands stop just below Kurt's ribs. He moves from eye level with Kurt down to the other's chest. He leans down and kisses the scattered marks on Kurt's chest. Just as Kurt had done to him.

Pietro's hands move down to Kurt's waist and he pulls back from the boy's chest. Kurt's face has a deep blush on it as his hands go to Pietro's neck. His tail wraps around Pietro's still exposed waist as he pulls him into a kiss. Pietro's hands move up Kurt's back. The movement causing a shiver to go down the other boy's spine.

Kurt smiles into the kiss before pulling away and slightly hitting Pietro with the end of tail.

"Foul play!" Kurt yells. His laugh makes his attempt at being serious fail.

"Says who?" Pietro laughs along with Kurt. He pushes him back onto the bed, basically attacking him with kisses on his face and neck.

"Says me, you insufferable hedgehog!" Kurt almost squeals while trying to push Pietro off of him. When he finally succeeds, Pietro falls beside him on the bed and they're both a laughing mess for a good few minutes.

The two do eventually calm down to continue. Kurt sits up on his knees while Pietro leaves the bed for a moment to take his pants off.

Pietro sits back on the bed with his legs out straight. All the scars he had collected from running and tripping over the years on full display for Kurt. They were all pretty minor. Most being caused by small pebbles that fly up when he runs that decide to dig into his legs. He started wearing a sort of compression pants under his suit now to stop this from happening.

And then there were the scars on his upper thighs from when he struggled with cutting himself. He still struggled with it but it was earlier to distract himself when he felt the urge to hurt himself.

Other than those there was only one major scar. That being the one that wraps around his right knee from when Apocalypse basically shattered it. The scar is ugly. It wasn't ugly like his chest scars. It held no personal meaning to him and only made him wince when he saw it.

Pietro points out the scars he remembers that weren't caused by him running and explains the stories to Kurt. There was a line on his upper thigh where accidentally stabbed himself trying to get something open. A blotch on his left knee from falling into a river bank while trying to catch a turtle.

They were little stories and didn't mean much but they were parts of his life. He likes the scars that have stories. It makes it easier for him to remember those little moments when he's living every moment faster than the rest of the world.

After Pietro makes sure he tells Kurt everything he could remember, Kurt stands up and removes his pants. He lays his legs out like Pietro had.

His markings go half way down his thighs before stopping. His knees and calves are completely untouched by the scars. Aside from a small scar on the back of his half from the fight with Apocalypse. Pietro couldn't help but stare a little bit.

The bottom part of his legs were the same even shade of blue. And a beautiful shade of blue at that. He hadn't realized that it was the scarring that made the marks darker than his actual skin.

Pietro didn't realize how long he was staring for until Kurt cleared his throat to get his attention.

"Oh, uh, Sorry," Pietro stumbles over his words, embarrassed from being caught staring at his own boyfriend.

"No, it's fine. I don't really like how it looks." Kurt says, sheepishly. He brings his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around them.

"No!" Pietro yells a bit too loud. "Shit, sorry, I didn't mean to stare and it wasn't because it's bad looking."

"It's ok," Kurt lets go of his legs and grabs Pietro's hand. "I'm just self conscious, I guess. They look a little weird with how the scars stop."

Pietro scots over to Kurt without letting go of his hand. The two lay down on the bed. Kurt's head rests on Pietro's shoulder as they wrap their arms around each other and their legs get tangled together. Pietro kisses the top of Kurt's head.

"Well, I think they're beautiful and perfect." Pietro mumbles against Kurt's head.

The two stay cuddled up together for the rest of the day. Hands still running over one another exposed skin until they inevitably fall asleep. 

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[nightcrawlerfriends]

Kurt Wagner a.k.a. Nightcrawler as portrayed by Kodi Smit-McPhee when you tell him that he is your little blueberry. Little tribute to @solardrink

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[crazyaboutto]

After the 5th episode, I had to write something for Rogue

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[scarletttries]

Feeling Blue (Kurt Wagner Request)

Pairing: Kurt Wagner (X-Men) x Reader

Rating: Fluff, but be aware reader is not feeling well.

Word Count; 1k

Request: "Can I have a kurt wagner x reader where he helps her with bradycardia (low heart rate)?"

Author's Note: Thank you so much for this request my dear, and for giving me an excuse to watch X-Men Apocalypse again! I didn't know much about bradycardia, so did a bit of reading, but have kept this pretty general of feeling unwell and anxious, so I hope you are still happy with it :)

Feeling Blue (Kurt Wagner)

The professor made his way through the winding corridors of his school, soothing unsettled children as they poked their heads out from behind bedroom doors,

"Back to bed please little ones, the lights will be fixed any minute, just focus on shutting your eyes and settling down." It seemed like every few months a new young mutant came through his door with an uncontrollable ability that left him with restless nights, whether it was causing the ground to shake, stirring up troubling weather, or your natural gift to tune into electricity, sending surging currents through every lightbulb in the house when your heart rate became unsettled. As with every mutant that needed his help, Professor X was more than happy to support and calm as much as he could. But as he approached your door, the flickering lights even brighter the nearer he drew, he found another concerned shape, one that made him think his skills might not be what was needed tonight,

"Kurt!" He greeted warmly, trying not to startle the usually skittish mutant, who flinched anyway, half-considering disappearing back to his room in case he got in trouble.

"Professor, I'm sorry for being out of my room, it's just, I was worried about (Y/N)." He replied softly, relieved at the small smile spreading across Xavier's face.

"Not at all Kurt, I think you'll do a much better job of helping (Y/n) than I would. Thank you, I'll leave you to it." Giving the boy a knowing nod before returning to his rounds of the school.

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Behind the thick wooden door, you found yourself curled up in a corner, desperately seeking the grounding support of the solid wooden beams as another wave of dizziness washed over you. Your eyes were clenched shut as you focused on your breathing, counting each beat of your heart, steadying your mind as you heard four light taps against your door. You couldn't help but smile at the little melody, knowing exactly who was outside and that he was the last person who ever really needed a door unlocking, but respected you enough to knock anyway,

"Come in Kurt." You called out, your lungs short of breath as they struggled to find their rhythm again, the weight on your chest lifting slightly as you heard your friend materialise in front you.

"(Y/N)," he spoke softly, looking at your huddled form, "are you feeling unwell again?" You nodded your head slowly, not daring to look up at his unique blue features,

"How did you know?" You asked shakily, tears threatening to tumble from your eyes as you kept them tightly clenched shut.

"Umm, i'm afraid all the lights in the house gave you away." He said with a soft laugh, and you finally lifted your head to meet his gaze, noticing every lamp in the room fluctuating in time with your unsteady heartbeat. Kurt crouched on the floor, settling down to your height so his eyes could meet yours. He looked beautiful in the glow you created, a soft comfort in his eyes that made you feel like he was grounding you in the room again. He settled his hand slowly on the ground next to yours, not quite daring to touch you, but wanting you to know he was there, that he was always there for you. This wasn't the first time he had found you like this, feeling anxious and awful and needing a friend to see you through,

"Sometimes I wish I wasn't like this Kurt." You spoke softly, knowing that saying it didn't change anything, but grateful to have someone who could literally be anywhere but chose to always be there for you.

"I know (y/n). I don't know if it helps but sometimes I wish I wasn't like this," he loosely gestured over his blue skin, tail waving behind him, "but if it makes you feel any better, I think you're perfect just the way you are." You left out a soft laugh as his tail wrapped over your shoulder, his hand finally brave enough to lightly rest on yours.

"Thanks Kurt," You smiled, the ground seeming to become more solid with every second you shared, "For always being there. And I like you just the way you are too." He beamed back at that, shuffling closer to you as he spoke,

"I have to say (Y/n) I don't like seeing you so blue. You should leave that to me!" He joked, smiling proudly at the laugh he drew from you. Feeling a little stronger you began shifting to your feet only for Kurt to stop you, "Let me."

In a swirl of blue you were transported to your bed, Kurt perched at your side as he shifted the blanket around you,

"Get some rest (Y/n) and in the morning I promise i'll take you anywhere you want - as long as you don't mind me coming with you." He added bashfully, smiling as you ran the back of your hand gently over his cheek,

"Like i'd go anywhere with you."

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[adiffident]

I am once again reading fics from recommendation lists and honestly no shade to the writers but if your writing about other cultures don't you do your research?? because it's very painful reading ships were one person is supposed to be german-ish or multilingual and you just have to put it down because it's painfully inaccurate

public transportation in Germany is generally pretty shitty, nothing's on time and trains also just sometimes don't arrive

Honestly if your character is a professor from a german university town he will not praise the efficiency of the U-Bahn in comparison to the New York subway because his city doesn't have a U-Bahn??

Some people think germany is digital heaven but that is not the case. It's very far behind in internet speed and digital equipment in schools and unis

Your professor cannot complain about blackboards 😭, especially if he teaches poetry. No, white boards are not more common. Like I'm a comp sci major and we have white boards in our building but all other lecture halls have blackboards and if I have my classes in the humanities or math department there's just blackboards??

Of course the equipment of the schools and unis is also dependent on state funding, donations and location but come on

People speak English, good English. Pretty much every non-British/American/Canadian/Australian etc. person speaks English, so keep up

Sometimes I try to force myself to keep reading because of the time period but no, making someone practically infantile while speaking English is fucking weird

Also just writing accents into the words is fucking weird and the way in which they're written doesn't make sense

(I also read a fic where the "Russian" accent just was german?? Google translate is free?? And also as a slavic person: what the fuck? There is a difference between da/ja and @ the people thinking slavic languages and german are equally harsh gibberish my relatives think my accent is "harsh" because I have a german one)

Also @ people incorporating german snippets into fics don't use the formal "you". I guess Americans don't learn different languages but formal pronouns are actually pretty common in most languages

Dirty talk in german is not sexy. It just isn't

Writing a modern AU with a German jew is very funny(but also very much not) because there are so few few jews in Germany today.. ever heard of the holocaust? Yeah european jews faced genocide and not just the German ones. I guess as an American it's pretty common to meet jews but that literally has a reason(!!!)

German people are also as a majority atheists or just christian-ish. Making someone fanatically catholic is weird (but more accurate if they're from Bavaria). Generally evangelism is more common

If you make someone speak another language *like so* using English idioms doesn't make sense (I always translate in my head and it doesn't work)

And accidentally "switching languages" like in fics doesn't happen or just if you are in an environment where you have to constantly switch between and translate multiple languages and are very tired but you realize mostly immediately

Knowing all vocabulary isn't realistic. Your vocabulary is dependent on the context for which you use those languages, so you can translate some stuff immediately but I mostly know the meaning of vocabulary separately but can't translate on the spot

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Yeah I just can't read most fics ... :/

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[artsy0wl]

It Started With…

Another little Logurt fic. Enjoy ^^

It started with lurking.

Kurt was used to the idea of being followed. A little bit less so after he joined the X-Men and a bit more after “adopting” a few bamfs, but it wasn't an uncommon feeling.

Kurt would periodically catch glimpses of Logan poking around corners, watching him. He even once caught the Canadian hiding in the bushes while playing baseball with some of the students. Kurt brushed it aside, figuring it was just Logan having a weird routine to confirm his revival was real. It was nothing too harmless as far as Kurt was concerned. Just one of Logan’s many quirks.

Next came body guarding.

Logan was on him like a mother bear. Outside of the bamfs, he didn’t let anyone get close too Kurt without his approval. Not even Ororo. Kurt thought it was a bit much, especially when Logan wedged himself between Kurt and Scott during a disagreement, but Logan never got physical.

Kurt wasn’t sure how worried he should be. On the one hand, it felt like a normal response from Logan, but on the other, it felt like something more. Was something bothering Logan? Was he still worried about Kurt?

Kurt wasn’t getting much of an answer from Logan. The closest he got was a grunt or ‘it’s nothing’ before Logan went back to doing his own thing. So for the most part, Kurt tried to leave it be.

Then came the change in responsibilities.

Though it would seem like Charles was the one deciding that Kurt would be on teaching duty for a while, Kurt was certain Logan had some hand in the sudden change. Not that he would have minded for a brief amount of time. After all, resurrection could prove stressful on Kurt for a bit, depending on how his body felt while adjusting to those first few days back. So putting him in the field right away might not have been the safest option.

That said, he had been left out of any sort of conversation. Charles never approached him to ask how he was feeling or how he felt about sitting out for a short amount of time. Kurt was just told that he was going to be out of commission for at least a month. Longer if Charles deemed necessary. This lead Kurt to believe that someone other than himself had a hand in the decision. And the only person he could think of was Logan.

Of course, Logan would deny it when Kurt asked. However, he would admit that he agreed that Kurt should take it easy for a while. And when Kurt once again asked what was with the excessive concern, Logan, once again, brushed it aside, acting like it was nothing more than mere friendly concern.

It wasn’t until two months after Kurt’s resurrection that he seemed to get any kind of answer when he felt himself jolted from his sleep because a hand landed in the side of his face. His eyes flinched as they cautiously opened up, and when they cleared, they spotted a tired and anxious Logan.

It was clear that he hadn't expected or planned for Kurt to wake up as Logan hastily withdrew from his side, but a hand held onto his, prompting Logan to freeze. Topaz eyes burned into Logan with concern. They hypnotically begged that Logan would stay.

“What’s going on?” Kurt whispered.

He wasn’t mad that his sleep was disrupted or that Logan invaded his space. He was worried. If Logan was here, something had to be bothering him.

Logan remained silent, but did turn to face Kurt. Hands clamped over Kurt's, carefully holding onto them and blue eyes stared at them. The room seemed to freeze as neither mutant said a word.

“Logan…”

That was all Kurt was able to get out before he was yanked towards Logan. Arms wrapped around the blue mutant, trapping him. Part of Kurt wanted to yelp out, but another knew Logan wasn’t being malicious. If anything concerning.

Hands rested on Logan’s upper arms as Kurt attempted to remain calm. Assessing the situation, he realized Logan was… hugging him? It wasn’t unheard of, rare as it was, but it didn’t make it any less unexpected.

“You’re here.” Logan sighed, taking in the scent of brimstone.

“Yes, I’m here.” Kurt assured.

“You’re here.”

Kurts softly chuckled. “I know.”

When Kurt felt his space being restricted a bit more, he realized that this wasn’t just Logan stating the obvious. He was making sure Kurt was there. That Kurt was real.

In that moment, Kurt remembered Logan’s expression when he and the bamfs found Logan in purgatory. The exhausted relief. The cold happiness. And though Kurt didn't say anything, he could have sworn he saw a tear. A small, dose of sentiment that Kurt was sure Logan would deny any other day of the week, but one he knew he saw.

Kurt never thought his death would have had that big of an impact. He knew people would be sad, but he never expected to see Logan of all people to show that kind of emotion. But now that Logan was latched onto him like a boa constrictor on prey, he was beginning to realize just how much of an impact it had on him.

Carefully moving his arms, Kurt readjusted his position. Hugging him back felt a lot more natural and a much more comfortable.

“You’re kind of a softie, you know that?” Kurt chuckled, hiding his face in Logan’s hair.

“Shut up.” Logan grumbled.

~

After a refreshing night sleep, Kurt found himself strolling down the hall with a couple of annoyed bamfs. They had just begrudgingly cleaned up the room and Kurt wanted to bring them into the Danger Room to burn off some energy.

Kurt soon found himself crossing paths with a familiar face. One that had visited him in the wee hours of the morning and was now stuck reading the newspaper.

“I missed you at breakfast, Logan.” Kurt stated.

“Sorry.” Logan grumbled.

Unamused by the lack of ehe contact, Kurt planned to correct it. Cranky or not, he wasn’t going to let Logan ignore him. With a devious smirk, Kurt swiftly closed the gap between himself and Logan.

Leaving a small and sweet peck on Logan’s cheek, Kurt lingered just long enough for it to register. Once it did and prompted a pleasant shade of red to hit Logan’s face, the blue mutant made a beeline for the Danger Room. It wasn’t long before the sounds of a newspaper to crumple up and be tossed aside and Logan to chase after him.

When he finally caught up with Kurt, one arm snuggly wrapped around his waist while his free hand held the side of the blue mutant’s face. Kurt was still chuckling up a storm, despite being slightly out of breathe.

“Two can play at that game, elf.” Logan huffed.

Despite the needless action required to get it, Logan was soft when kissing Kurt, who melted into it so sweetly. His hand moved from the side of Kurt’s face as the arm wrapped around his shoulder. A soft gasp escaped them as the kiss came to an end, but Logan refused to let Kurt go, which in turn, prompted Kurt to return the embrace.

“I love you, Elf.” Logan confessed.

“I know.”

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