I have lots of thoughts about lots of things, and Nightcrawler’s fur is one of them! So I had to get a few things out of my brain 💙 Some x reader stuff in here too ;)
Warnings: a few sexual references | a few fluffy (no pun intended) references | no pronouns or specifications on reader obvi
⚜️Unfortunately, he doesn’t get any fluffier, much to your dismay 😔 a fluffy winter coat would have been cute, after all!
⚜️But even that short fur does get thicker and longer in certain places on the daily 😏 you may notice his jawline is a bit shaggy by the end of a lazy weekend 🤭 that there’s more fur on his chest when you run your fingers through it 🥺 his belly and a line above and below is belly button gets fluffy and curly if he lets it 🥺🥺
⚜️Even if you’ve typically preferred your past partners more… clean-shaven or well-trimmed down there, you surely can’t have any issues with his fluffier crotch and thighs 🥰 the saving grace here is that all of his fur is velvety soft 😌
⚜️Now, while it doesn’t grow any longer outside of those places, he is naturally shaggier in some other areas!
⚜️His forearms are a bit more furry than his upper arms
⚜️The backs of his thighs and his little booty have longer, curled fur 🥰🥰🥰
⚜️Rub a balloon on him and watch it stick :)
⚜️Bathing with him is fun because you get to play with his fur! Run your fingers through it! This is a feature, not a bug!!
⚜️Except now he’s more like a soggy kitten 🥺 a happy one at least!
⚜️The tail is surprisingly not just, like, skin! It is fuzzy! The fur there is very very short and fine, but still soft and fuzzy! It kinda feels like one of those lamb’s ear plants! Or peach fuzz!!
⚜️But the tip isn’t covered in fur 😔 just like the bottoms of his hands and feet!
⚜️He says belly rubs are degrading, but he likes them 😘 especially when that fur on his chest and belly hasn’t been trimmed in a while, he’ll absolutely stretch out and let you run your fingers through it during late morning cuddles 🥰
⚜️Don’t be afraid to pay extra attention to his quasi-beard, too 😉 it’s not the same as pubic hair on a human! It’s just as soft as the rest of him!
⚜️And for better or for worse, you won’t have to worry very much about beard burn, at least!
⚜️He really doesn’t mind being petted anywhere and everywhere— so long as you do, in fact, have a close and/or (preferably) more intimate relationship!
⚜️Though, if all your past partners have been more on the human-presenting side, you’ll have to get used to always getting a mouthful of fur whenever you want to kiss his cheek or affectionately bite his arm 😅
⚜️This also makes it a little more difficult to do body shots tbh 😔 not to mention trying to get any sticky wine out of that fur later 🤧
⚜️Among other sticky things 🤭
⚜️And when you’re trying to be sexy and trying to lick him down from neck to abs 😔
⚜️But!! At least he’s all soft and cuddly :)
⚜️You’ll probably literally be rubbing your cheek against his like some kind of cartoon couple! You can’t help it that he’s so snuggly 🥰
⚜️But it’s gonna get very warm under the covers— and not just because he’s getting frisky 🥲 sorry if you get hot easily!
⚜️Also sorry if you're ticklish 🥺 he’s probably trying to be very sexy and romantic by kissing down your stomach all slow and teasingly 😏 but those fuzzy cheeks are probably going to have you giggling and squirming away from him instead 😅 it’s okay, he’ll work with it 😘
⚜️His tail is also a major offender of this! Sometimes, he does it on purpose, but other times, he’s genuinely trying to be sexy when he wraps his tail around your thigh or waist, but it’s so fuzzy! It tickles!
⚜️And that’s okay, too :) he does love making you laugh 🥰
⚜️But there’s another disadvantage… sweat and fur don’t mix— there’s a reason dogs and cats don’t sweat!
⚜️Bandaids and fur also don’t mix 😬 but hey, it’s a lot more intimate wrapping medical tape around his arm or whatever 😏
Can you do Nightcrawler x Reader? some fluff with her telling him how beautiful he is no matter what other people say.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” you entered Kurt’s room and saw him sitting on the bed looking sad.
“It’s nothing” he lied.
“come on, you can tell me” you sat next to him on the bed.
“well,… there were some boys talking today and then when I passed by them they started laughing and called me a freak. They also said I’m ugly and no girl will ever date me” he informed you.
“nonsense! Who said that? just tell me their names and they will be punished. Besides, they were lying. I think you are beautiful. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. You are extraordinary and one of a kind, don’t forget that! Besides, I’d date you” you comforted him.
“you think so? you would?”.
“I would and I’ll prove it” you placed a soft kiss on his lips.
“can I confess something to you?”.
“of course”.
“this is the first time a girl kissed me”.
“and how does it feel?” you smiled.
“it’s great. Can we do it again?”.
“of course, silly! you don’t have to ask” you kissed him again. This time more passionately.
Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler) x Reader [PROMPT #46: “was that a pick up line?” “depends…” “on what?” “depends on if it worked or not.”]
Pairing: Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler) x Reader
Prompt(s): #46: “was that a pick up line?” “depends…” “on what?” “depends on if it worked or not.”
Mood/Emotion: hopeful
Requested By: @kjs-s
Kurt had become more confident over the past few months. He hadn’t exactly been emerged in western culture before he became apart of the team, so you took it upon yourselves to show him the best of what America had to offer: everything in pop culture from movies to music. And, so far, he’d been adjusting really well.
Now, you were introducing him to a very western experience- a very quintessentially teenage experience: a house party. Kurt was a little nervous at first, but you’d inspired some confidence him. You’d be with him all the way.
“So, Kurt, are you enjoying yourself?” you ask, pouring yourself and him another drink, “For your first ever house party?”
“I... I am enjoying myself,” Kurt smiles, “Thanks to you.”
Kurt’s eyes look behind you- to Peter and Scott.
They were smiling at him and giving him the thumbs up. They had, for a while now, been hyping him up and giving Kurt advice on how to ‘ask you out’. (Well, that is the way Peter and Scott had phrased it.) Kurt just knew he liked you and wanted to express how he felt.
His friends had told him that Kurt should start with a classic, an assured winner: a pick up line. Kurt thought most were cheesy or too... full of sin to use. But, there was one he liked..
“Y/N, if beauty were time, you’d be an eternity,” Kurt said as confidentially as he could.
“Kurt... Was that a pick up line?” you ask smiling.
“Depends…” Kurt stutters.
“On what?”
“Depends on if it worked or not.”
“Well,” you murmured, stepping closer to him, “I think it worked... In fact, I know it worked.”
Gently, you press your lips to his. Kurt smiles into the kiss: it definitely worked.
Kurt has a thing about flies. Technically it’s a trigger for PTSD, but he doesn’t really know that until one day when he’s talking to his therapist. He never understood what it was about flies.
Until there was one in her office.
“Kurt? Are you alright?”
Kurt was not alright, if he’s totally honest. Something set him off this morning and he’s been jumpy all day. Hyper vigilant. He snaps out of his haze, brows knitting and pulling up.
“Hm..? Oh... No, not... Not really. I don’t know. It feels odd to answer ‘how are you today’ with ‘Mildly alarmed for no particular reason’,” he chuckles a little, trying to lighten his own mood. But he just frowns and holds his elbows.
“Are you sure there’s no reason?” Doctor Rosin is caring and a natural. She’s easy to talk to. At least, now that Kurt has started actually talking during sessions.
“I don’t know.. I feel like there might be but- Ach, zum teufel!” Kurt huffs, swatting away a fly that’s been rather persistent since he entered the office.
“Sorry, must have gotten in through the vent.. I think I have a swatter around here somewhere, but the sound.. Probably wouldn’t be the best for you.” the doctor frowns. Kurt gulps and flinches merely at the thought.
The flinch would have been small. It would have been a small facial expression, but not today. Not in this moment when it clicks. The sound of the fly buzzing as it lands on his ear. Kurt yelps and flails his arms around his head, standing from his seat. His breathing picks up and his eyes widen, he instinctively holds his arms and his tail coils tightly around his ankle.
Doctor Rosin knows his signs. It was somewhere in his file, since his closer friends have seen him panic or go into a fugue state before. She remains sitting though, keeping calm.
“Kurt? You’re safe here, It’s alright. I can go find the fly swatter if-”
“No!-” he said that louder and much faster than he would have liked. He can feel pinpricks of tears in the corners of his eyes.
“P-please..” he says a little softer, starting to shake.
“Okay, well.. I could use a tissue..? If the fly is bothering you that much?”
“The flies..” Kurt mutters, eyes darting around the room in a desperate search for the flies. Except there’s only one.
“Kurt, you should probably sit down,” she leans forward in her seat, ready to catch him if he falls. He didn’t even know he was swaying on his feet.
He sits back down and buries his head in his hands, trying to focus his breathing. But all he can think of is the feeling of flies resting on his practically paralyzed body. On his lips, in his hair, his arm, his tail.
The shaking gets worse when he remembers something.
“I... When.. When did I..” he gulps, finally looking up. Rosin isn’t staring at him. She’s writing something down. He’s thankful she’s not looking at him, he hates when people stare. He finally collects his more rational thoughts enough to speak clearer. She needs to know what’s going on.
“The flies.. I remembered... I don’t know how I could have forgotten something... Something like that,” he tries not to gag at the thought, shuddering instead. “I... I told you about the freak shows.. I remember.. I remember the one in Canada before I escaped... There were so many of them, constantly buzzing. People would.. Th-throw food or drinks at me,” he clutches his arms again, his breath and words catching in his throat.
“They were all over me.. But I hardly had strength any given day, I couldn’t.. I just would lie there, listening to their buzzing...” his breath hitches once more, and he curls in on himself. His head rests on his knees as the tears start to drop. He hyperventilates for a few minutes and doesn’t quite know if he hears her tell him to breathe or not.
When he regains enough composure to sit back up and reach for his water bottle, he apologizes.
“No, no it’s okay. You’re forgiven, Kurt.. I’m sorry that happened to you, it’s awful...”
“I never could place why I hated flies so much.. Now that I think on it, it makes sense... Living like that for so long, if you can call that living... Twice in my life I was caged like an animal. I do not know how they can deal with the constant.. Buzzing.” he shudders and takes a gulp of his water. The cool feeling in his throat helps to ground him.
“It does make sense. Awful, kind of terrifying sense. And it’s okay to be upset by it.”
“I know... I just...”
“Still feel bad?” she smiles knowingly.
“Yes.. What was it you had called it? Conditioning?” When she first mentioned it he was confused, thinking she meant hair conditioner. “As a child in the menagerie, they would... They would be very upset if I spoke out or complained... Especially about flies or bugs in the cage.. They would tell me it is what I deserved, being an animal..” he grimaces.
Kurt takes a long, deep breath. “But we are all animals. Humans are animals.. People seem to forget that.”
Not sure which Kurt Wagner you prefer (I’ve never seen X-Men Days of Future Past) so I don’t know much about the younger one, but I will write this so it could be either :) P.S. I also have no idea how to write his accent XD
You’re eyes catch on the mutant as he passes a door way. You spare a glance at him, just a quick one. But as he moves to turn your direction, you quickly move along, not noticing his lingering eyes on you as you move down the hallway.
His heart picks up in pace when he hears your giggle from across the room. He lifts his head, an almost unnoticeable movement, as he glances up at you. He allows himself a moment to admire your face, the way your eyes crinkle at the corners as you laugh. As you look around he quickly looks back down at his book, unable to meet your eye.
Everyone sits in silence reading their books. The only sound is the rain tapping against the windows and the crackling of the fire. You take a moment to glance around the room, your eyes lingering on everyone for a single moment. But you freeze as your eyes meet a pair of golden orange eyes.
It was just meant to be a glance, but he continued to watch as you looked around the room at everyone. He tried to force himself to look away, even as your eyes slowly moved towards him. Somehow he was still shocked when your eyes locked. He had somehow thought your eyes would magically skip over him, as if he wasn’t there.
As you stare at each other, you smile, a simple but kind smile. He smiles back, his heart pounding at the sight of you smiling at him. You both look back down at your books, you can’t help but glance up for one more look. Once again you meet each others eyes. This time you smile out of amusement, as does he. Looking back down at your book, trying to resist looking up again, he continued to stare at you, his eyes lingering on the fading smile on your lips.
Everyone rose to leave, it was time for lunch. Walking towards the door, you look up, meeting those same eyes again. This time, instead of being across the room, they were right in front of you. You smile at him again, he returns it. He gestures for you to exit before him, but even when you do, he is still next to you.
Glancing at him he smiles shyly at you before speaking for the first time to you “Did zu enjoy zour book?”
You reply with a smile “As much as I did the first time, what about yours?”
As he told you about his book, and you talked, you regretted every time you would look at each other but never speak. Your voices did not shake as you thought they would, you spoke as if you had known each other forever. And you both knew now that your longing glances had not been unrequited.
Sorry we haven’t been posting much lately, but look here’s a little fic for you. Something a little different today but sticking with the X-men lovin’. Hope you all had a good Easter or as I like to call it, Chocolate Eating Day.
Much love, Ive
“Kurt!” you called as you ran after him, you hadn’t seen him in a while and got the feeling he’d been avoiding you. He turned realising there was no way he could get out of this now so he just stayed where he was not making eye contact. Once you caught up to him his eyes flashed up at you for a second before going back to the floor. “Are you okay? I haven’t seen you around much lately… you know after…” after the first time you’d kissed him, but there was something taboo about the topic for some strange reason.
“I just… I can’t figure it out.” He mumbled to the floor.
“Can’t figure what out?” you desperately tried to make eye contact with him.
“Why you’d want to be with me.” He finally looked at you, making his tail behind him suddenly become very obvious.
“Well why wouldn’t I? I don’t care about the way you look, its not important,” you went and put your hand over his heart, “Its what’s in here.” he started to bring his focus back to the floor, you weren’t having that again. “Kiss me.” and he did, without skipping a beat. His tail snaked around your leg and he pulled back, suddenly embarrassed. You just pulled him right back and kept kissing.
