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well my blog turned a year old the other day π iβm around just not really hyperfixated on xmen as much as i was. looking back, i wish i wrote everything over again because i feel like iβve gotten better since last year. maybe iβll come around and write more if the nightcrawler hype is still here.
Hi, can i share my suggestive Kurt Wagner throughs? (I'm actually super happy to find a blog that writes for him, I'm not asking you to write about it I just want to share it with someone, you can ignore this if you wantπ)
summary: You find sanctuary by following a little blue creature.
warnings: GN!reader | Physical mutation!reader | Physical injuries | Canon-typical mutant hatred & bigotry | Use of canon derogatory term for mutants | Hints of past abuse & neglect
a/n: I don't know what this is exactly but I hope you enjoy, came to me while fleshing out an oc and thought those with xmen ocs who look different would enjoy. Slightly darker than I normally write. I left it open for interpretation appearance-wise so it could fit whatever you imagine. Unedited, I wrote this down quickly. ;; wc: 3.5k
You ran through the darkened streets, your heart pounding against your ribs. There was no other choice - survival meant flight, even as your instincts screamed at you to fight back.
You just wanted to satisfy your gnawing hunger, to feed the emptiness inside. But in this deeply religious town, where ornate cathedrals loomed on every corner casting judgmental shadows, the humans reacted with predictable horror at your appearance. You didn't look human, after all. You were an abomination, a monster - those words had been beaten into you since childhood, repeated so often they had become truth. Why did you have to be born so different?
You never chose this existence. You never asked to be born different, to be marked as something other than human. The burden of your nature wasn't one you volunteered to carry.
Lightning split the sky as you limped down the rain-slicked cobblestones, each step sending shockwaves of pain through your leg where the arrow protruded. Your feet splashed through growing puddles, leaving bloody footprints that the storm would soon wash away. Still you pressed on, knowing that to stop was to die at the hands of those who hunted you.
Damn those heartless townsfolk.
You just wanted some food, a measly piece of bread, a bruised apple, even a rotting vegetable - anything at all to fill the emptiness in your aching stomach. The painful hollowness reminded you that you couldn't even remember when you last had a proper meal, when food had last passed your lips. You gave your last bit of food to a small cat in an alley, its yellow eyes gleamed at you and seemed to silently plead to be fed. You couldnβt deny it, so you have up your last meal to it before it disappeared.
Through the darkness, you heard their distant shouting echoing off the cobblestone, saw their blazing torches casting dancing shadows on the walls, and you were absolutely terrified. The angry mob was actively pursuing you through the narrow streets, their sole purpose to hunt you down and end your life.
For absolutely nothing at all - just the crime of existing.
A sharp whirring sound suddenly cut through the cold night air behind you, and before you could react, a steel arrow viciously tore through your left shoulder. The searing pain made you cry out in agony, the sound echoing off the walls around you. Though the impact nearly brought you to your knees, survival instinct kept you upright - but the wound significantly slowed your desperate escape.
Their shouts grew louder behind you, the sound of heavy boots on stone drawing closer. βItβs this way! Come on, weβve got it wounded!β
Pure desperation drove you into the deep shadows between a narrow alley, pressing yourself against the cold stone wall. You watched with bated breath as the group stormed past, their wild eyes frantically scanning the street for any sign of you. The angry flames of their torches reflected in their eyes and cast grotesque images across their faces, making them look evil in their pursuit of you.
"Come out little mutie!" They called out mockingly, their voices echoing through the darkened streets as they made exaggerated animal-like sounds, treating their pursuit like some twisted game of hide and seek. "Don't be shy now! We know you're hiding somewhere... Come out, come out, wherever you are... Stop running and we'll make it quick and painless!"
"Don't say that, you idiot," someone snarled, delivering a sharp smack to the back of the man's head with an audible crack. "We ain't gonna kill it quick - that defeats the whole purpose. Gotta burn the demonic spawn nice and slow, make an example of it. Need to purify this town once and for all, send a message to all these damned muties that they ain't welcome here. Let 'em know what happens when they dare show their faces in decent folks' neighborhood..."
You huddled in the darkness of the alley to try to stay out of their sight, blood seeping through your fingers as you pressed against the wound, your heightened senses detected a subtle movement deeper in the shadows. Turning your head cautiously, trying to minimize any sound that might give away your position, you caught sight of those unmistakable yellow eyes that you'd come to know. The cat.
It moved with silent grace through the darkness, its lean form barely visible except for those luminous eyes. The feline paused, tilting its head in that peculiar way that suggested both curiosity and concern, its shadowy figure weaving between patches of darkness as it investigated your presence.
A pained frown crossed your features as you slowly raised your empty hands, showing the creature that you had nothing to offer tonight. Your heart ached, both from your injuries and the inability to provide for the small creature. You silently willed the cat to understand the danger you were in, desperately hoping it would resist any vocal greetings. Your eyes met its glowing gaze, wordlessly pleading for it to move on before its presence could inadvertently reveal your hiding spot to those who hunted you.
It turned away deliberately, carrying itself towards the far end of the dimly lit alley. As it walked, the creature cast a lingering glance over its shoulder, golden eyes seeming to pierce through the darkness straight to you. It came to a calculated halt, its posture suggesting an unmistakable invitation for you to follow.
You managed to push yourself up from the ground, your legs still unsteady beneath you. The journey down the narrow alley became a careful dance of maintaining balance - several times you nearly pitched forward, your coordination betraying you as you pursued the cat. Despite the close calls with losing your footing completely and nearly eating shit, you somehow stayed upright.
When you finally emerged from the tight confines of the alley, the sight of the cat caused you to freeze. What you had been following wasn't exactly a cat - not in any conventional sense anyway. Its fur was an impossible shade of deep azure blue that appeared black in the low light. Brilliant yellow eyes, like twin flames in the darkness, stared back at you with an almost knowing intelligence. A thin, serpentine tail ending in a distinctive devil's point swayed behind it as the creature settled into a seated position, regarding you with apparent interest as its pointy ears twitched.
The revelation sent your mind reeling. You had been so certain you were following an ordinary street cat, but now, faced with this clearly supernatural being - this diminutive blue demon.
"Bamf!" The creature chirped in a voice that was somehow both playful and otherworldly, its gaze fixed intently upon your surprised face.
"What the..." You began, but another sudden arrow pierced through your body with a sickening thud, this time dangerously penetrating your abdomen from behind. The sharp metal tip tore through flesh and muscle, sending waves of excruciating pain throughout your entire body. You shouted again, your voice echoing through the air as you realized you had now been impaled three times by these vicious metal weapons.
"Nngh...fuck-" You cried out in anguish, your legs trembling before finally giving way as you dropped heavily to your knees, the overwhelming pain causing your vision to blur at the edges.
The blue 'bamfβsβ expression shifted to one of concern, a worried frown pulled at its lips as it repeatedly made the same distressed sound over and over. Its tiny, three-fingered hands reached out to touch your knee, its large eyes darting between examining the severity of your wounds and watching your face with growing anxiety.
The small imp's head suddenly whipped around to peek behind you, its eyes widening as it spotted the hostile townspeople who were now turning the corner and rushing around the building, their footsteps thundering against the ground as they approached you after seeing you were fallen.
"Bamf, bamf," it desperately attempted to move you to safety, its little hands urgently pulling and tugging at your wrist. "Bamf!" It cried out with increasing desperation.
You were far too wounded to move much more than a slight shift, the searing pain overwhelming every sense and thought. You could barely maintain your sitting position like this, your body swaying dangerously as your strength continued to fade. Your head felt increasingly woozy, the world starting to spin around you, and all you wanted was to give in to the growing urge to lay down and sleep.
Unfortunately for your screaming body, the persistent bamf refused to give up, yanking hard on your wrist with determined force. Your exhausted, heavy limbs nearly gave way beneath you, threatening to send you crashing to the ground. The thunderous footsteps and angry shouts of your pursuers grew increasingly louder in the distance, the sound sending fresh waves of panic through your mind as you knew, despite your body's protests, you had no choice but to keep moving.
The bamf chirped insistently and continued tugging until you managed to force yourself upright once more. Your entire body trembled uncontrollably as waves of adrenaline surged through your system once more, propelling your feet forward as you stumbled after your small guide through the winding streets. Blood flowed freely from your wounds, but the steadily falling rain proved to be a blessing, washing away the telltale crimson trail that would have led your hunters straight to you.
A violent cough wracked your body as you followed after the blurry bamf, and you could taste the distinct warm, metallic flavor of blood filling your mouth, feeling it mix with the cool rainwater as it trickled down your chin. The bamf's large eyes reflected as it looked up at you, desperately trying to encourage you to move faster despite your deteriorating condition.
With each twist and turn through the labyrinthine streets, your vision began to swim more severely, the world tilting and spinning as your strength continued to drain away with every passing moment, all the same as the water funneling down the grates in the sidewalk.
Just as your small companion led you to a towering set of imposing stone steps, your body finally surrendered to its injuries. You crumpled to the ground beside massive stained doors, their ancient oak surface adorned with intricate metalwork that formed elaborate divine patterns characteristic of classical European architecture.
You lose consciousness just as the little bamf is shaking you.
The first thing you noticed upon regaining consciousness was the blessed absence of the searing, unbearable pain that had previously consumed your every nerve ending.
Your clothes and skin were completely dry, where multiple arrow shafts had pierced your flesh there was now only phantom pain and bandaged skin, and instead of the cold hard ground, you found yourself resting on a proper bed. The transition between soaked agony and the dull, dry pain was somewhat disorienting.
With some effort, you managed to push yourself into a sitting position, but you immediately regret the sudden movement as your head spun in protest. A low, involuntary groan escaped your lips as you attempted to orient yourself in the unfamiliar space. Your hand held onto your head, gently and weakly rubbing in order to try to console yourself of the weird sensations you felt.
The little bamf sat at the foot of your bed, its head lifted to meet your gaze, large luminous eyes boring into you. It crawled closer to your side, reaching out with one small hand to gently touch the pristine bandages wrapped securely around your abdomen. Through the fog of your semi-delirious state, the realization slowly dawned that someone had tended to your wounds - and while the little creature before you seemed intelligent enough, you were certain it wasn't the one responsible.
"You'll have to forgive me, I am not an expert in sutures but...I tried my best." A voice spoke softly from your side, causing you to tense immediately and whip your head towards the source. The sudden presence startled you - the voice was distinctly masculine, deep and accented, and in your vulnerable state, your mind immediately jumped to the worst possible scenarios.
"Ach, ach...do not fret, I mean you no harm. Though, I can understand your initial alarm at my appearance, ja? Most have such a reaction." The previously disembodied voice finally revealed its host as a man emerged slowly and carefully from the darker recesses of the room you found yourself in. His appearance matched the bamf precisely in every detail, from his rich blue skin to his luminous yellow eyes, even down to the pointed ears and sinuous tail that moved gently behind him.
You attempted to speak, your mind racing with countless questions - who was this mysterious figure, what medical attention had he provided, where had he brought you? But as all these urgent inquiries tried to tumble out at once, you found yourself overcome by a fit of coughing and hacking. Your throat felt like sandpaper, painfully dry with flakes of dried blood irritating the back of your throat and triggering even more violent coughs.
"Easy now, take it slowly, drink this...I have some warm broth prepared as well, if you prefer something warm with flavor." The blue-skinned man moved forward with carefully, holding out a cup of cool, clear water towards you with gentle insistence, encouraging you to take small sips.
You naturally didn't feel very secure in this unfamiliar environment, despite the gentle care being shown to your wounds. Throughout your life, kindness had been a rare commodity, and when it did appear, it was nothing more than a façade masking darker intentions. Your eyes darted nervously around the room as the man approached, his warm and welcoming smile doing little to ease your deep-seated suspicions as he extended the cup in his hands.
"Bamf!" The small creature perched faithfully by your side chirped enthusiastically, seemingly trying to convince you that it was safe to accept the offered drink. Though your inherent stubbornness and well-earned wariness fought against it, the burning desperation in your parched throat ultimately won out. With trembling hands, you reached for the cup, bringing it to your cracked lips and drinking deeply until not a single drop remained.
"There we go...much better I bet." The blue man's voice remained deliberately soft and measured to avoid startling you, like one might speak to a wounded animal. The townspeople spoke to you like you were an animal too, but his words and tone were completely different. "You were very wounded...running with three arrows out of you is quite the feat, Liebling." His eyes filled with concern as he gently indicated your abdomen, adding with quiet gravity, "A hair to the right and it would've pierced through your organs. You are very lucky."
You didn't feel lucky. In fact, the word seemed like a cruel joke given your circumstances.
The blue man sensed your unease in your defensive posture, and possible offense to his innocent words, his expression softening into a concerned frown. "I meant no ill meaning," he began carefully, his voice gentle and reassuring, "But I am truly glad you are alright...the residents here are quite...how should I say...closed minded when it comes to those who look different from themselves."
He glanced down at his own unusual appearance, shoulders slumping slightly as he let out a weary breath, "I have found sanctuary here, in the church, under the watchful eye of God. I place my complete faith in him, and he provides me protection through every hour of day and night while I remain within these sacred walls. The townspeople, in their fear and ignorance, donβt dare bring harm to this holy cathedral."
You listened to his words with divided attention, your mind primarily focused on the immediate concern of finding safety. As he continued his discourse, you recognized the familiar religious rhetoric - the same exhausting litany you had been forced to endure since your earliest memories. The cruel words echoed in your mind: you were condemned as a monster, declared an abomination against nature, labeled a demon deliberately sent to earth as divine punishment for your parents' transgressions against God's will.
"You are safe here, Liebling," he spoke softly, his gentle use of the endearment finally breaking through your defensive walls and capturing your full attention. "These doors shall remain open to you for as long as you require shelter."
You swallowed nervously, looking up at him from your vulnerable position on the bed as you shifted warily, your muscles tense and ready to flee at any sudden movement regardless if your wounded body protested. He tilted his head thoughtfully for a moment, studying your fearful expression, before he perked up with sudden realization, "Ach, where are my manners...you must be terribly confused and frightened. Waking up with a stranger after being chased by those who wish you harm. My name is Kurt, Kurt Wagner," he offered his three-fingered hand slowly and carefully towards you, maintaining a gentle, non-threatening posture.
You naturally recoiled from the offered hand, your body instinctively shrinking back as memories of past violence made you unsure if he would strike you or not. The blue man - Kurt - immediately recognized this defensive reaction, his golden eyes softening with understanding as he slowly pulled his hand back to give you more space. "Es tut mir Leid," he spoke softly in German, his voice carrying genuine sympathy, "I won't hurt you. I promise. You are safe here, as I said. No harm will come to you while you are here."
The aroma of the steaming broth wafted through the air, catching your attention and drawing your gaze behind him. Several of the small blue creatures had gathered there, their curious eyes fixed on the bowl as they too were enticed by the appetizing smell. Your stomach let out a prolonged growl that seemed to echo in the quiet room, betraying just how desperate and eager you were for sustenance.
Kurt's expression softened as he heard the sound, a sympathetic smile crossing his features. "You poor thing...you must be starving." He reached for the bowl and carefully brought it closer to where you sat. "Here, drink this. It's quite tasty, I promise you. Perhaps you'd like some fresh bread to go along with it?"
The broth smelled absolutely divine, its rich aroma making your mouth water instantly. The warmth rising from the bowl was a comfort to your aching belly and long-neglected taste buds, which seemed to come alive at the mere prospect of food.
At the mention of bread, you found yourself nodding softly - you did want bread, more than anything.
You began to sip the broth quietly, anticipation building as you waited for the promised bread. When he finally brought it to you, the combination proved to be the most heavenly thing you had ever tasted, each spoonful and bite more satisfying than the last.
Having survived on nothing but old, stale food for so long, the experience of eating something fresh and warm was like discovering an entirely new world of flavors.
"You like it, I presume?" Kurt inquired, his tail swaying back and forth with evident pleasure as he watched you eat with such enthusiasm. The small group of bamfs that had gathered grew bolder, clambering onto the bed with you and reaching their tiny hands toward the pieces of bread.
Kurt's expression shifted slightly as he addressed them, "Ah, ah...nein, this is for them to eat, not you. You get plenty enough already." His voice carried a gentle but firm authority as he spoke to the bamfs, his brow arching with paternal sternness. "They need to eat...they are weak and need their strength."
You finished the warm broth and crusty bread, finally setting the empty ceramic bowl down in front of you. The soothing liquid had worked wonders - your raw, scratchy throat felt significantly better, and the gnawing ache in your empty stomach had finally subsided. Kurt reached over to take the bowl and quietly set it to the side, his yellow eyes watching you with concern.
"You should rest for a while," he suggested softly, his German accent adding warmth to his words. "I promise, you'll be safe here. I can get these little rascals out of the room if they're bothering you -"
"No," you spoke up, your voice still quiet and unsteady but carrying enough strength to make yourself heard. You swallowed carefully before continuing, "No...it..." Taking a slow, deep breath to gather your scattered thoughts, you finally managed, "It's okay...I don't mind."
Your hand drifted down almost of its own accord to touch one of the small bamfs clustered near you, your fingers gently stroking from the crown of its head down along its spine, much like you would pet a beloved cat. The little creature responded immediately to your touch, arching its back in clear pleasure and preening before settling down snugly against your side, its tail curling contentedly.
Kurt watched this interaction with mild skepticism written across his features, but seeing how unusually calm and well-behaved the normally mischievous bamfs were being around you, he could see no real reason to make them leave.
"Alright then..." he conceded with a small smile, his posture relaxing slightly as he settled into the chair beside your bed. "Get some rest. I will be right here for anything you need."
It felt nice...not being alone.
Thanks for reading <3
*BAMF*
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sorry for disappearing again. had family loss and just moved. i havenβt been super active here because my hyperfixation on kurtβs is dying π i donβt want it to but i think i just burnt myself out trying to write as much as possible.
warnings: GN!reader | Fluff | Brief mention of mutant treatment
a/n: I had a handful of requests/ideas I'm going to try to do. I love a lot of them so I'll do my best to pick the ideas that were mentioned more than once. For now here's this little drabble, not long but something cute. Not edited ignore mistakes. ;; wc: 1.3k
The holidays turned the mansion into a whirlwind of endless activity and festive energy.
Every moment seemed filled with purpose as you moved from one seasonal task to another - mixing cookie dough in the warm kitchen while trying to keep prying blue hands away from the dough, building snowmen in the crisp winter air with the younglings, organizing decorations from dusty attic boxes, and carefully hanging twinkling lights along the hallways. The mansion buzzed with non-stop holiday preparations from sunrise to sunset, and while you had help from the other older mutants, the majority of the planning and decorating fell on your shoulders.
Between the constant motion of holiday tasks and the infectious excitement in the air, you found yourself working well past your usual limits, your body finally signaling its need for rest as evening approached.
The cold winter nights grew more and more frigid, nothing brought you more comfort than sinking into the plush embrace of the living room couch, wrapping your hands around a steaming mug of hot cocoa topped with a generous swirl of whipped cream and a sprinkle of crushed peppermint and cocoa shavings. The warmth of the dozen bamfs that gathered around you didnβt go unnoticed, creating a cozy cuddle pile with you. Their curiosity and playful nature showed as they cautiously stretched forward, tiny tongues darting out to steal tastes of the sweet cream and minty chocolate garnish that crowned your drink.
Kurt's presence had grown increasingly sparse lately. The holiday season always brought an overwhelming surge of responsibilities for the X-Men, as they encountered a significant increase in cases of abandoned mutants during this time of year. The harsh winter conditions made their missions even more critical, keeping the team constantly engaged in rescue operations.
The majority of mutants they discovered were victims of abuse or deliberately abandoned, left to face the bitter elements alone. The numerous children they found never failed to make your heart ache, young souls who had just begun to manifest their powers and were cast aside by those who should have protected them.
The weight of his absence pressed heavily on your heart.
This year had been particularly difficult, as your relationship with Kurt had been flourishing, you grew closer than you had been with anyone and finally felt comfortable in your own skin. Yet these precious moments of togetherness remained frustratingly elusive. The memory of his enthusiastic promises to share traditional recipes from his homeland lingered in your mind, but his overwhelming schedule had prevented that from happening.
Night after lonely night, you found yourself lying awake, wondering when he might finally return with enough time to dedicate to your shared moments together.
You hated feeling so selfish, but you also couldn't help it.
A gentle hand brushed against your cheek as one of the mischievous bamfs scrambled its way up to perch on your shoulder, its small tongue darting out to playfully lick away the spots of whipped cream that had collected on your lip and the tip of your nose. "H-Hey, hey, I think you've had enough sugar, all of you," you spoke with mild exasperation to the gathering of bamfs surrounding you, their eager eyes fixed on your drink as they continued their persistent attempts to steal a taste.
The sheer volume of cookies, candy canes, and other sweets they managed to consume on a daily basis had become a source of concern, and each night you found yourself anxiously waiting, fully expecting to discover them all suffering from severe sugar-induced stomach aches.
Yet their bellies were made of steel, the hellfire bellowing inside them scorching everything that hit their stomachs.
After what felt like an eternity of coaxing and gentle persuasion, you finally managed to get all of the little bamfs settled into their beds for the night. The last one had been particularly resistant, but eventually succumbed to sleep.
Exhausted from the long day, you made your way to the bathroom to complete your nightly routine. You brushed your teeth and washed your face, taking comfort in these familiar actions, none of it took much effort and was all muscle memory. When you finished, you reached for the light switch, flicking it off before wearily making your way out of the bathroom.
Your body felt heavy with fatigue as you climbed into bed, your mind already drifting toward the promise of sleep. Just as you were about to fall asleep, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around your waist. The unexpected contact sent a jolt of adrenaline through your system, instantly dispelling any trace of drowsiness from your body as all your muscles grew tight. On instinct, you threw your elbow backward in a defensive motion, connecting with something solid behind you.
"Ach - ScheiΓe!" Kurt's pained voice rang out as he quickly brought his hand up to cradle his nose. The sudden commotion caused several of the bamfs to materialize in your lap, their small forms bristling with protective energy. Their eyes glowed intensely in the darkness as they positioned themselves defensively with their backs puffed up, but upon recognizing Kurt, their aggressive posturing immediately melted away.
"Kurt?? Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry," you muttered apologetically, your hand instinctively reaching out through the darkness to find his where it was pressed against his face. Your heart was still racing from the startle. "You completely caught me off guard there...I didn't even sense you in the room at all."
"Heh...it's alright, liebling...I should have let you know I returned from the mission early. I wanted to surprise you but...you had already gone to sleep." He gently rubbed his nose where you had accidentally struck him, before carefully taking your outstretched hand in his and leaning closer to study your face in the dim light. "You seem completely drained of energy, ja? Was it a particularly demanding day?" His brow furrowed with concern, causing his usually neat hair to fall forward in loose curls that partially obscured his worried expression.
Your hand drifted upward of its own accord to brush through his disheveled curls, trying to smooth them back into place. "Yeah I...I had a busy day..." you admitted with a tired sigh.
"Sprechen Sie mit mir." Kurt spoke gently, his voice a soothing whisper as he drew you close against his body. The winter season had blessed him with an exceptionally thick coat, his usual short fur now grown into a luxurious winter covering that was so soft and warm. You nestled deeper into his embrace, his typically velvet-like fuzz had grown into longer, softer strands that were just long enough to twirl playfully around your fingers, particularly abundant across his chest where it formed gentle curls.
His tail moved with gentle affection against your leg as he carefully positioned you both for comfort, creating a cozy space where you could share your stories. With interest reflecting in his eyes, Kurt settled in to hear about your day. He listened intently as you recounted your baking experience with the bamfs, playing outside with the children, and decorating like an expert. You were pretty proud of yourself.
"Ah, I figured you made those cookies... they are absolutely perfect, my liebe. I might have snuck a few when I got back," he smiled warmly, his prominent fangs poking out endearingly as he spoke. His gentle, playful tease made your cheeks flush with warmth and you instinctively shifted even closer to his comforting presence.
"Did you happen to see the special batch I made just for you?" you asked, looking up at him expectantly.
"Ja...I must confessβ¦I ate them all," he replied with a hint of satisfaction in his voice, his lips brushing your forehead as he leaned down to kiss your skin.
"You didn't save a single one??" You looked up at him with a playful smirk, which he couldn't help but mirror on his own face.
"Nein... they were specifically made for me, weren't they? And I am absolutely not sharing," he declared with mock possessiveness. He loved your cookies, and whenever you bakes him anything, he tended to be pretty protective over the things you made.
"Greedy..." You murmured, making Kurt lean down again, his chest rumbling softly as his voice became heavy with drowsiness.
"Stets."
Thanks for reading~
*BAMF*
Dividers by @/strangergraphics | Images found on Pinterest
warnings: Smut 18+ MDNI | AFAB reader | Religious themes | Priest/sinner roleplay | Soft dom/sub dynamics | Dirty talk | Spanking | Slight bondage | Anal sex | Sex toys | Corruption themes. Obviously not realistic don't just have anal sex without prep π
Do not read if this if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable, please just skip it. I mean no disrespect to religion, this is just a stupid fanfic please do not take this seriously.
a/n: I started this fic in JULY. So if the writing seems a little weird, that's why. I've grown a lot since I first started this blog so my style has switched up a bit. I tried to keep to Kurt's character even with the scenario, hopefully I balanced it out okay. Probably not everyone's thing so...don't read if not. Slowly making my way back here. Not proofread, will do at a later date. ;; wc: 4.7k
You were so bored.
It was a lazy day at the mansion, your boredom drove you into a cleaning frenzy. While rummaging through Kurt's wardrobe, you stumbled upon something you hadn't seen before. "Kurt, is this..." you begin, your voice trailing off as you carefully extract the garment from its hiding place.
Kurt glances up from the book he held, perched on the chair sitting in the corner of the room, his eyes softening with recognition. "Ah, ja...my robes," he responds, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. Rising from his seat, he approaches you with measured steps, gently taking the robes from your hands. "I have not worn them in quite some time," he muses, his fingers tracing the familiar fabric with reverence.
Intrigued by this glimpse into Kurt's past, you can't help but tilt your head, "You should put them on." Your curiosity piqued, you add, "I'd love to see how you look in them." You didn't share the same views, which might've been why Kurt was a bit reserved about that part of himself, not wanting to make you feel pressured or uncomfortable.
You make yourself comfortable on the bed, eager to see how he looked in his robes. Kurt, ever obliging, nods in response to your request and begins to don his priestly attire. The process is unhurried, almost ritualistic, as he carefully slips into each layer. Once fully dressed, he turns his attention to the details, his fingers working to adjust the collar just so. Standing before the mirror, Kurt takes a moment to assess his reflection, his expression a mixture of familiarity and something like nostalgia crosses his features.
"Well, what do you think, liebling?" he inquired, slowly rotating to face you with his arms slightly extended. His end of his tail tail swayed under the end of the robe in a languid motion as his eyes met yours, curiosity evident in his gaze. As you observed him, an unexpected sensation stirred within you, a powerful and undeniable attraction that you found impossible to ignore. You felt shame bubble in your belly, you shouldn't be this attracted to him like this. It was wrong, but...it felt so right.
Drawn by this magnetic pull, you rose from your seat and approached him. Your voice was low and appreciative as you commented, "You look really good wearing this." Your hand, almost of its own accord, traced a path up his chest, feeling the warmth beneath the fabric. He responded with a soft, knowing chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah... I see that mischievous glint in your eyes. You're thinking naughty things, aren't you?" he remarked, gently placing his hand over yours to halt its exploratory journey.
"I understand what you desire, liebe," he continued, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "However, I'm not certain I can fulfill that wish while wearing these garments. They hold too much sacred meaning for me...engaging in such activities while wearing them would feel far too blasphemous." His words trailed off, leaving an air of regret hanging between you.
Kurt held his religious beliefs close to his heart, creating a conflict between his desire not to disappoint you and his need to maintain the sanctity of his attire. The struggle was obvious in his expression as he grappled with the dilemma of wanting to please you without compromising his deeply held convictions.
"Why don't we pretend?" you suggested with a mischievous glint in your eye. "Something along the lines of roleplaying, maybe? Given your natural flair for theatrics and showmanship, I'm sure you could have fun with it." The proposition wasn't without merit, and he thought about it for a moment, his mind clearly working through the possibilities. His head tilted to the side in contemplation, and reaching his internal consensus, he nodded in agreement, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Very well," he replied, his voice a mix of curiosity and enthusiasm. "We can certainly give that a try. If it brings you happiness, then I'm more than willing." His smile widened as he leaned in, planting a gentle, affectionate kiss on the tip of your nose. "However, I'll need a moment to prepare. Allow me to make some alterations to my appearance and demeanor. I have a different robe I will change into, very similar to this one, don't worry. Just less significant to me."
And just like that, the scene was set.
In what felt like a few moments, Kurt had transformed. He now stood towering above you, his presence suddenly commanding and authoritative.
You were on your knees before him, a position that encouraged the power dynamic you both had agreed to explore. Kurt reached down and cupped your chin in his hand, gentle and assertive, tilting your face upward to meet his gaze. His eyes, usually warm and playful, now held a hint of stern judgment, perfectly in character for the role he had assumed.
"Well, well," he began, his voice taking on a rich, sonorous quality that sent a shiver down your spine. "You've been quite the naughty sinner, haven't you?" His tone carried a note of playful admonishment, but there was an underlying current of something more intense. "After all the transgressions you've committed, you now come seeking absolution? Seeking forgiveness from me?" He questioned, his delivery starting off with a hint of theatrical flair.
It was clear that this was new territory for him, and initially, he felt a touch of self-consciousness, a slight awkwardness in inhabiting this unfamiliar role. However, as he continued, you could see him settling into the character, his confidence growing with each word. His initial hesitation was rapidly giving way to a more controlled, measured performance, as he found his footing in this improvised scenario.
You felt nervous and excited, the feelings coursing through your veins, having never engaged in 'roleplay' before. A slight tremor shook your voice and a few nervous chuckles followed, you managed to formulate a response. "Oh, Father Wagner," you began, your words held playful desperation, "I've been so busy, I havenβt had the time to come to you. But now, I find myself in dire need of spiritual cleansing. You're the only one who possesses the power to absolve me of my sins." As the words left your lips, you had to bite the inside of your cheek to suppress a giggle at the sheer ridiculousness of the scenario.
"My child," he responded, his tone suddenly shifting, "The act of sinning is no trivial matter to be taken lightly." His abrupt immersion into the 'role' caught you completely off guard, leaving you momentarily stunned. He released his grip on your chin and fixed you with a stern, unyielding gaze. "However," he continued, his voice low and resonant, "You are fortunate indeed. For I have been bestowed the ability to purge the corruption of sin from your very soul."
A part of you wanted to burst into laughter, seeing him adopt such a serious demeanor for this playful charade was a surprise. However, not wanting to shatter the illusion or dampen the enjoyment of the moment, you made a conscious effort to maintain your composure and play along. You gave a slight bow with your head, responding in a soft, reverent tone, "Yes, Father Wagner." You repeated his title, savoring the way it rolled off your tongue.
Slowly, you raised your gaze to meet his, your eyes wide and imploring, your features arranged into the most innocent expression you could muster. "I humbly beseech you," you continued, your voice barely above a whisper, "Please, cleanse my soul of its impurities."
Kurt gently lifted you from the floor and guided you to the bed. "I will have to start with the basics, my dear, but do not be afraid. I promise you, I will purify your soul," he whispered, his voice acting as a soothing balm to your nerves. His lips brushed against the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as he guided you to lay across the edge of the bed, his touch both firm and gentle. "Now, stay perfectly still..." he hummed, his voice a low, melodic rumble. You felt him move away, his presence shifting to the side as he reached for something unseen.
Curiosity got the better of you, and you attempted to turn your head, eager to catch a glimpse of what he was doing. However, Kurt's hand swiftly returned, his palm warm against the back of your head as he held you in place. "Ah, nein, my little sinner," he chided softly, a hint of playfulness in his tone. "You must remain still for the cleansing ritual to work its magic." His fingers began to move, gently scratching your scalp in a soothing manner before he slowly withdrew his touch.
You couldn't help but let out a small huff of frustration, torn between the desire to see and the need to obey his instructions. Despite your impatience, you forced yourself to comply, your body relaxing into the position he had placed you in.
"Alright, alright," you conceded, your voice a mixture of resignation and anticipation. "What exactly do you have in store for me, Father Wagner?" The question hung in the air, your curiosity peaking as you waited, body tense with expectation. The soft sound of Kurt's footsteps reached your ears as he moved around the room. When he returned, you sensed his presence beside you, accompanied by the subtle rustle of fabric.
"I have something special for you, mein Schatz," he murmured, his accent thickening slightly with emotion. You heard the gentle thud of an object being placed on the bed next to you, and from the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of a small, ornate box. The sight of it only heightened your curiosity, and Kurt knew it.
"This has all of my cleansing tools, my dear. I promise you I will be forgiven when I am done," Kurt said, his voice a low, husky whisper. His hand glided over the curve of your ass, slow and deliberate, his touch both gentle and electrifying. The anticipation built with each passing second, your skin tingling under his fingertips. Just as you began to relax into his caress, he suddenly laid a firm smack to your backside. The sharp sound echoed in the room, followed immediately by a stinging sensation that spread across your skin.
Your eyes widened in shock, and before you could process what had happened, a sharp cry of surprise escaped your lips. "Ah, Kurt!" You spat out, shock in your tone as you blinked and registered the sensation. The unexpected nature of his action left you breathless, your mind reeling as you tried to comprehend that he had actually spanked you, of all things.
"Es tut mir Leid, schatz...are you okay?" Kurt asked, his voice shifting from the dominant tone he had adopted earlier to one of concern. He paused, breaking character for a moment as he gently rubbed his hand over your backside, soothing the lingering sting from his unexpected strike. The tender ministrations of his fingers helped ease the sensation, and you realized that while the spank had been surprising, it hadn't actually hurt. You still appreciated his attentiveness and care, even in the midst of your roleplay. You nodded, meeting his gaze to reassure him of your well-being.
"Yeah, I'm okay," you replied, your voice a little breathier than usual. A smile played at the corners of your mouth as you continued, "I just didn't expect it, but I'm down if that's what you wanna do." Your words came out as a purr, laden with a newfound excitement.
A playful glint danced in your eyes, reflecting your growing intrigue with this unexpected turn of events. Kurt's cheeks flushed a light shade of violet, betraying his initial surprise at your enthusiastic response.
For a moment, his carefully constructed persona faltered, and you caught a glimpse of the sweet, sometimes shy man beneath the dominant exterior.
He quickly cleared his throat, visibly attempting to regain his composure and slip back into character. As you watched him struggle to maintain his role, you felt a wave of affection wash over you. You were genuinely touched that he had taken the time to check in and ensure he wasn't overstepping any boundaries. You gave him a nod, silently telling him you were good to continue.
He delivered another firm smack to your ass, this time with increased intensity. "Such a mischievous creature you are, I certainly have my work cut out for me, ja? What shall I do with such a naughty thing..." he mused, allowing his hand to caress one of your cheeks tenderly before administering another spank. A soft whimper escaped your lips as you bit down gently, eliciting a smile from him. "Remember, liebe, if you wish to stop, simply say 'red'," he cooed reassuringly, planting a gentle kiss along your spine. You nodded in understanding, acknowledging the safe word.
Kurt delicately parted you, tilting his head to the side with a knowing and somewhat playful smile. "My, my, you're already quite aroused, my little sinner...truly a naughty thing indeed. It seems I shall have to purify you in an alternative manner." His voice carried a blend of amusement and authority, causing your heart to race even more rapidly than before. He leaned in closer, his warm breath caressing your skin, as he continued in a low, seductive murmur, "This cleansing will be most thorough, I assure you. It will be an experience that shall linger in your memory for quite some time to come...and make you think twice before committing a sin again."
You could feel something warm on your ass and you stiffened slightly, feeling a lubricated finger gently teasing the ring of muscle. He felt your body grow tense, noticing the subtle shift in your posture. Kurt circled his finger around the tightened muscle, trying to ease the tension. "Are you alright, Liebling?" Kurt asked softly, his voice concerned again. "Remember, you can say 'red' if you want to stop at any point," he reminded gently, emphasizing your safety and comfort above all else.
"I-I'm okay, just new...is all." You managed to reply, your voice trembling slightly as you spoke. The sensation of your stomach tightening made everything feel a lot more sensitive. You had never done this before, and the unfamiliarity of the situation left you feeling a bit unsure, but willing to try it.
Kurt slowly pushed his finger past the muscle and you gasped. His finger weaseled its way into you, gently pumping in and out, the lube making it much easier than without. The sensation was so weird, but it felt so good too.
"Nngh...that feels good..." you murmured softly, your entire body melting into his gentle caress. With each delicate movement of his finger, you instinctively leaned back towards him, craving more of his touch. The sensation coursed through you, feeling so alien and unfamiliar, yet simultaneously exhilarating and soothing. The pleasure it brought left you yearning for more, desperate to feel more pleasure from your puckered entrance.
"Does it now? Well...a delicate little thing like you would naturally be drawn to this, wouldn't you? Such a taboo act...and here you are, completely enthralled by it." Kurt's voice was a low, melodious hum, tinged with a playfully sinister undertone. He deliberately withdrew his finger at an agonizingly slow pace, savoring every second of your squirming reaction. His intense gaze locked onto yours, observing with rapt attention as you quivered while looking over your shoulder at him.
The corners of his lips gradually curled upward into a self-satisfied smirk, clearly relishing the profound effect he was having on you. "Look at you, already trembling like a leaf," he remarked, his voice barely above a whisper, the intoxicating thrill of dominance unmistakable in both his tone and his piercing stare.
He decided to indulge in further exploration, his hands delicately gliding up the expanse of your bare back. He paused momentarily to bestow a gentle, comforting massage upon your shoulders, gradually easing away any lingering tension that might have been nestled within your muscles. His fingers traced a path down your spine, offering a soothing rub that coaxed you into an even deeper state of relaxation. You could feel each individual vertebra beneath his expert touch as he worked his way down your back with practiced precision.
As you surrendered more fully to his ministrations, he boldly ventured his hands lower, teasingly and playfully toying with your sensitive nipples. The unexpected sensation shot pleasure through your body, causing your face to flush deeply with a mix of arousal and bashfulness. Unable to contain your reaction, you let out a loud, unrestrained moan that echoed in the room, instinctively pressing your hips back against him in a clear display of eagerness and desire.
"Now, my lovely sinner, we shall proceed to the next crucial phase of your purification," he whispered, his lips barely grazing the delicate shell of your ear. "For this part, I'm afraid I must restrain you. Are you comfortable with that, my dearest?" His words, though softly spoken, carried a weight that made your pulse quicken.
You could feel your heart thundering within your chest, its rapid beats seeming to reverberate through your entire being. Your mind was racing, filled with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as you tried to imagine what might come next. The atmosphere in the room seemed to shift, growing more intense and charged.
Every small sound became magnified in the growing silence - the rustle of fabric, the soft whisper of breath, the faint creak of floorboards. As you mentally steeled yourself for what was coming, time seemed to slow, each moment stretching out as you waited with bated breath for his next move.
He retrieved a delicate string adorned with small, shimmering beads. The intricate piece bore a striking resemblance to a rosary, yet it was not one in the traditional sense; the carefully chosen beads served a purely aesthetic purpose, devoid of any genuine religious significance. Kurt began to wrap the beaded string around your arms, his movements slow and deliberate as he secured them to the bed. Each loop was placed with thoughtful consideration, ensuring both your comfort and the effectiveness of the restraint.
He then turned his attention to your legs, repeating the process. The beaded strings were artfully arranged, positioning your limbs wide, you were unable to close them. The sensation was novel and a little weird, yet not unpleasant. Before going any further, he paused, allowing you a moment to acclimate to the unfamiliar feeling of restraint and the gentle pressure of the beads against your skin. His eyes met yours as he softly inquired, "Gut?" His voice was barely above a whisper, laden with care and seeking your approval.
After a brief moment of introspection, you responded with a nod, you found yourself surprisingly at ease. The bondage, expertly applied, caused no discomfort whatsoever. He made sure that the bindings around your wrists and ankles were secure without being restrictive or painful for you. Finding your voice, you replied, "I'm good, Father Wagner." Your tone carried a hint of playfulness, embracing the theatrical nature of the scenario.
He was pleased, so he continued. He shifted himself so his cock was exposed, he slowly stroked himself hard and he stepped closer. His cock head gently massaged between your folds and you mentally prepared for penetration but instead, he angled up at your other hole. You took a moment to realize what he was doing and you smirked, "Father Wagner...are you sure I'm the sinner?" You questioned playfully and wriggled your hips back.
"Hush," he said back quietly, his face blushed a bit before he got back in the mindset. "This is necessary for your sins. I unfortunately can't cleanse you through your womb, I must use the other hole you have..." he whispered, his spongy, blushed head pressed against the ring of muscle gently, prodding you lightly and teasing you.
You couldn't help but bite your lip, "Oh, are you sure I cannot pay for my sins with my pussy?" You asked with a gentle strain, turning to look back at him and blinking with feigned innocence. "Or have I been so naughty that my sweet cunt isn't worth my sins?"
Kurt grinned at your playful words, though caught a little off guard by the vulgarity, he was still enjoying the banter between you and he continued to prod your ass. "Oh, my dear, your sins are far too great for just one part of you to pay...I'm afraid only this hole will do." His tail curled behind him and handed him a small toy, he reached between your legs and teased your throbbing clit before he dragged it through your wet folds and pushed it inside your pussy. "Can't have temptation now can we?"
The surprising action from him made you let out a desperate whine, you could feel your pretty bundle of nerves throbbing at the light touch he had given you. "Only my ass, there isn't any other way?" You questioned, playing along with the direction the scene was going.
He leaned over you, kissing between your shoulder blades gently and he leaned close to speak in your ear. "Now then...let's see if we can't absolve some of these sins of yours." he whispered teasingly, spreading you a bit more before sliding into your ass slowly. The sudden intrusion into your ass made you stiffen in surprise. It was uncomfortable at first, the muscles not used to being stretched out.
The sensation was intense, causing you to inhale sharply as he eased in just past the tip. Immediately, he halted his movements, his eyes fixed intently on your face to gauge your reaction. Your comfort and well-being were important to him, regardless of the intimate act you were engaged in. He had no desire to inflict any discomfort upon you. "Are you alright?" he inquired in a gentle, concerned tone, his body completely motionless as he awaited your response.
"I just..." you exhaled slowly, trying to steady your breathing, "Need a moment to adjust..." you managed to say, your voice slightly strained. The initial discomfort was challenging, even with the careful preparation he had undertaken beforehand. His hands moved to your hips, gently caressing them in soothing, circular motions, but the rest of his body remained perfectly still, allowing you the time you needed.
Several minutes passed as you gradually acclimated to the new sensation. When you felt ready, you cautiously shifted your hips backward, assisting him in entering further. "Mmm...it's better now...f-feels good," you murmured, your voice a mixture of relief and growing pleasure.
"Gut...I will purify you, my child, do not fear," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He began to move his hips steadily, a rhythmic motion that gradually increased in intensity. Slowly, deliberately, he rocked into you, his thrusts careful and measured until he was fully seated within you. Kurt's arms encircled you, holding you close against his body, the warmth of his embrace felt good against the cool bedroom air.
The soft fabric of his robes swayed gently with each movement, creating a whisper of sound in the quiet room. "Ach....you are tight as a drum," he breathed, his words barely audible. He swallowed thickly, his body trembling with the effort of restraint, fighting against the overwhelming urge to lose himself in the moment.
You sighed deeply, your body responding to his movements with a shudder that ran from the base of your spine to the nape of your neck. Instinctively, you were rocking back against him, your bodies moving in perfect synchronization. "I can feel it working," you panted, your voice breathy. "I feel it, getting better...aah...the sins are leaving meβ¦" Your words trailed off into a soft moan.
"They will fade, just let me cleanse you..." Kurt hissed against your skin, his hips thrusting faster against you as he focused on pumping himself in and out at a good pace. His cock stretched you so good, your previously unused hole now burning with hot desire, squeezing every ounce of him into your cavern.
"Kurt, oh my god...keep going," you moaned loudly, feeling every single bit of his dick deep inside you. Every vein against the muscle of your ass, the curve of that soft tip and the thickness pushing its way in and out with each piston of his hips. It felt so damn good, you were molding to him.
"I...am almost there, liebling..." Kurt rasped, his tail wrapped around your thigh tightly as he focused his thrusts. His endurance was impressive as hell, and he was determined to continue the pace he set without faltering.
The spade of his tail slithered over your clit and rubbed over it, gently teasing the bud enough for you to react and moan. His hands moved from your hips and ran under you to feel your chest. He was practically laying on you now, his hips not stuttering for a second.
You felt your climax approach and wash over you before you could warn him, and you let out a loud cry of pleasure as you came. Kurt's eyes widened, you tightened around him with your orgasm and his hips halted. He shot his climax deep into you, a guttural groan leaving his throat as he held you still.
Kurt gave a few more solid thrusts before he pulled out of your swollen hole, watching his cum drip out of your throbbing muscle. He felt such pride seeing you this way, but he knew you were extra sensitive now and the play was over after your respective climaxes. He reached and carefully removed the toy from your pussy, earning a soft whine from you.
"Ach...liebe...you will be the death of me..." He moved to unbind you, his fingers working methodically to remove each restraint one by one. As the bindings fell away, your limbs were finally free to relax from their confined position. Your muscles, having been held taut for so long, now felt completely boneless - like warm honey flowing through your veins. You rolled languidly onto your side and curled up into yourself, savoring the pure bliss that came with being able to bend and stretch your limbs again.
He settled beside you, shrugging off his robe before taking one of your arms into his hands as he began to massage the places where the restraints had been. His strong fingers working in slow, deliberate circles to encourage proper circulation. Each press of his fingertips was perfectly measured, firm enough to be therapeutic but gentle enough to soothe. He punctuated each rub with soft kisses, his lips trailing over the subtle marks left behind on your skin, trying to kiss away any lingering discomfort.
You were grateful for his gentle touch, melting into his embrace as he carefully tended to you. The warmth of his hands was soothing against your skin, and you couldn't help but sink deeper into the comfort he provided. You weren't hurt, but there was definitely a pleasant soreness settling into your muscles now. "That was...amazing," you breathed softly, your voice filled with contentment, "I mean...wow... I don't even know what to say..."
"You liked it?" Kurt asked, a gentle smile playing across his features as his hand splayed across your back, fingers working in slow, methodical circles to ease the tension around your hips.
"I didn't expect you to take the role so easily, or seriously..." You chuckled lightly, looking up at him from where you were comfortably nestled against his chest, your fingers idly tracing patterns on his skin. "But...it was fun. I mean, really fun. Did you enjoy it too? You didn't feel pressured into anything, right? I know it was kind of a weird request..."
"Of course not, liebe. I enjoyed it very much. Besides, seeing you so completely blissed out is one of my absolute favorite things to see...~" Kurt teased with a gentle smirk, his playful tone making you squirm as his tail lazily wrapped around your waist.
"Kurt..." You whined and quickly pulled the soft blanket nearby over your flushed body, burying your face against his chest, "We just finished! Don't get any ideas!"
"Okay, okay...no more play tonight. Just let Father Wagner take care of his precious little sinner now. You need your rest."
"Kurt!" You exclaimed, playfully swatting his arm despite the smile you couldn't quite hide. Regardless, you curled up as he continued to pamper you after the scene, his slow rubs and hums lulling you into a much needed nap.
Thanks for reading.
*BAMF*
dividers by @/adornedwithlight
Cover Image from unknown source. I searched for over an hour to find the source but wasn't able to find it. If you know please message me so I can update this.
a/n: Hi, I'm not dead. Sorry it's taken me a while to get back here. I have been distracted with other blogs and a bunch of stuff going on at home. The poll was half smut half fluff so I went with smut. I hope you enjoy, it's a little drabble, I have a long fic I've been working on for Kurt coming out soon. I'm trying to push to keep writing more often, it's just been hard rn. Sorry no pics or anything, I didn't feel like searching for any today. Unedited. ; wc: ~860
"Bitte...do not tease," Kurt muttered, looking up with lidded eyes as he watched you straddle him, the head of his cock barely poking at your entrance. He could feel the heat oozing out of you, your body fluttering against his cockhead as he struggled to keep his composure.
"You're so impatient Kurt, maybe I won't sink down...~" You teased him further as you spoke in a sultry tone, your hips gently rolling in a circular motion and allowing his head to feel how damp and tight you'd be, IF you sunk down. "Your cock would feel so, so good inside, but if you wanna talk, I suggest you really beg for it."
His eyes were dimly lit with desire in the dusky room, nearly rolling back as you continued to push him to his limits. It had been ages since you'd been such a temptation, the change was both thrilling and maddening for someone with a usually calm resolve. You had been so attentive to him lately, fulfilling his every request and leaving him breathless. He'd made sure to express his gratitude, always the perfect gentleman.
But now, oh now, you were testing his restraint.
Kurt's hands found purchase on your hips, his fingers pressing into your soft flesh. He possessed the strength to take control of the situation, but he resisted the urge. His voice came out as a husky whisper, "Bitte, bitte, you naughty minx...I ache to feel you." His words were a desperate plea, laced with need and want. As he spoke, his tail twitched and coiled, slowly wrapping itself around one of your ankles in a sensual caress.
He lifted himself just enough to press his lips against your sternum, the contact sending shivers down both your spines. With such a tender display, you finally relented, allowing your hips to sink down onto him. A sharp hiss escaped his lips, the sound muffled against your chest as you enveloped him completely. His arms instinctively tightened around your frame, pulling you flush against him as he reveled in the exquisite sensation of being fully sheathed within you.
Kurt held on tight as his hips gently bucked up against you, your slick walls tightening around him and squeezing every bit of arousal out of his cock. "Ach - you feel...so divine, Liebe" he whispered against your skin, drooling onto your chest as his body practically curled around you. He held you in his lap, feeling your weak, lazy movements to meet his shallow thrusts.
"You feel good too, baby," you breathed, your voice a soft, sensual whisper. Your hips undulated in a mesmerizing rhythm, each movement encouraging him to delve even deeper within you. As your bodies moved in perfect synchronization, his cock explored new depths, igniting sparks of pleasure in places you didn't even know existed.
Each increased thrust struck more sensitive spots inside you, causing your movements to grow increasingly urgent and desperate. A slow-burning fire of ecstasy began to build, its tendrils of electric bliss radiating through your body, shooting from your core to the very tips of your fingers and toes. It felt like pleasurable static, in a weird way, your digits flexing as you held onto him, trying to process the near-overwhelming sensations.
Kurt's tail slithered up the curve of your spine, dancing across your skin in a teasing manner. It coiled gently around your throat while his strong hands guided your hips with increased fervor. The air in the dark room was filled with wet, primal slapping of skin on skin, punctuated by the hot, heavy pants and groans escaping Kurt's lips. His warm breath caressed your chest, contrasting the otherwise chilly air of the room. This interplay of hot and cold sensations only served to heighten your awareness, making every touch, every movement, every breath feel hypersensitive against your skin.
"I'm going to come," Kurt warned between labored breaths, his body still pressed firmly against yours. He clung to you with a desperate intensity, as if he were a man deprived of affection for an eternity. The urgency of his desire drove him to shift his position. He moved from laying back on his ass to kneeling, all the while keeping you in his grasp and leveraging this new angle to increase the depth and force of his thrusts.
A sudden jolt of pleasure coursed through your body, causing you to gasp and tremble. Your eyes widened in surprise and ecstasy as Kurt's cock head finally found that sweet spot deep within you. His cock caressed and teased that elusive area, that tender bit of flesh that caused orgasms to shake through you.
The world behind your eyelids seemed to explode in a dazzling display of white-hot fireworks, your vision blurring as the overwhelming sensations threatened to consume you entirely. You found yourself crying out Kurt's name, desperation and bliss mingling in your voice.
You pleaded with him not to stop, your words tumbling out in a breathless litany of need. Your unrestrained reactions amused Kurt and a knowing smirk played across his lips as he leaned in close, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear and his goatee tickled the skin of your cheek.
Playful triumph dominating his voice, he whispered lowly to you as he buried himself inside, "Now who's the one begging?"
I can't help but imagine Bamf's as like purse dogs. Even though Male Bamf's are 2'5 and weigh: 19 pounds, and Females are 4'10 and weigh: 101 pounds. I love these creatures so much.
I know there are technically male and female bamfs, but I generally refer to them as he/they/it. Other than size, there are no physical differences, so I just categorize them as such.
That being said, male, female, theyβre both small to fit in a purse and I love that. Cute little things π
