Kurt Wagner who is not abashed, not even one bit, of being nude around you.
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It is with frivolity that he ambles around your sun-flooded room as the morning ripens and swells with warmth, and the great concrete gorges of the city of New York lie imposing and bleak-gray against the low-hanging skies. Rivers of car noise flow unhurried along the avenue, gurgling with intermittent horn hiccups and engine hisses, but it’s muted, sluggish, fading in the air laden with dust and slumber not quite shaken off yet. An eggshell of peace, easily cracked and peeled off; a halt of time between the first alarm and the next, when minutes stretch their limbs like drowsy cats yet seem to fly over your head just as swiftly as a flock of canaries. This wonderfully placid hour of gold, the one you’d keep sleeping through, none the wiser, if not for the promise of a vision that has become the favorite of your routine. A dark blue ink stain against the oranges that paint your mornings — a man basking in the sun’s glory in front of the window.
Before your half-lidded eyes Kurt is bare and candid. A stolen sliver of dusk given form and seemingly for the sole purpose of bewitching impressionable lasses such as yourself. He's all litheness and supple flesh, woven of lax muscle, adorned with ridges and grooves, and as he flexes his neck with a stifled groan, the indigo sea of his pelt moves in languid waves, sheen rippling across the expanse of his back. He yawns, cracks his joints, twists his tail in a mock show of checking its mobility; leisured poise softens every move in a manner that speaks of deliberateness: he knows you are awake and mesmerized by the tango of shadows and morning light on his body.
And who wouldn’t be when the dishevelment of his fur draws a map of your night rendezvous?
Shoulder blades splay like wings — between them furrows of raked hairs mark your nails' trail in a broken line. Your gaze climbs down the soft crest running along his spine, travels past the ravines of his waist and the slopes of his hips, slides across delicate hollows that shape his buttocks, and lingers for a moment too long in the canyon of his mighty thighs. There, beneath the crease of folded skin, shadows lurk, veiling his flesh in a display of modesty of sorts — as feigned as it could be, for the taste of him still coats your tongue in a musky tang, strangely soothing in its bitterish familiarity. You do not hurry to breathe with your mouth, savoring, keeping it in, smeared on the inside of your cheeks.
When you inhale, it’s through your nose, a barely there flutter of air that could have been a rustle of curtains caught in the breeze to anyone else but the man before you. You inhale, the chemical scent of clean sheets swallowed by the fragrant, rain-washed smell of August withering in its cage of brick and glass, and Kurt turns away from the window. Gold outlines the confident, sharp edges of his profile as if attempting to confine the darkness that clings to his features in a half-mask.
Tufts of clumped hair — held together by the remnants of your joined pleasure — frame the curve of his belly and seduce your eye like bold criss-crosses that lead to hidden prizes. His pose is open and blunt, uninhibited with confidence that only comes to those whose soul thrives in its shell, tail coiling and uncoiling in a hypnotizing dance, and a stray glimpse at the shadow-draped softness weighing between his thighs is enough to make you blink away any drowsiness that still lingered.
“Ah, guten Morgen, Dornröschen." Kurt’s voice is a chime, and the settled mischievous coquetry in it rings muted just a tad by unconcealed fondness.
The sun rests its slim palms on the width of his shoulders, running its fingers through his fur, and every hair of it is swathed in gossamer gild. Thick honey of daybreak poured into the blue milk of midnight — like a minuscule solar eclipse. Here he is, standing in front of your window, the light a cloak behind his back and a crown atop his head, and you know not in whose image the Lord could have created such a being, but whoever he was, he was fucking ethereal.
Words are slow to brew in your mouth, so you respond with a stretch of your arms instead. The strain is warm in your muscles, and as you sit up, the duvet slides down helplessly, bunching up at your waist, and the sigil of Kurt’s gaze is almost as tangibly hot on your bared breasts as the fondle of the sun’s hand. His breath doesn’t quite catch, but the flexion of his tail betrays the interest just as plainly. An involuntary little flick up and down — a mental caress born of muscle memory. The shadows swirling between his thighs can’t hide the faint twitch, and you can’t shoo away the smugness from your grin. Two can play at that game.
“Guten Morgen auch dir, Prinz Charming," you sing-song, and Kurt snorts, stepping away from the window.
It is with confidence that he moves around your room, shameless like a cat spoiled rotten, and flakes of dust caught in the golden net float up, disturbed by the movement. His dark figure is a cutout of space amidst the jumble of old furniture you never got around to throwing away and sentimental trinkets, yet your tiny apartment in the heart — or rather in the atrium — of New York City has never felt more like home, this welcomed unearthliness slotting into its dull mundanity like a missing puzzle piece.
Lumps of the tight suit lay cold and crumpled on the floor like patches of shed skin; you watch, head tilted to shoulder in lazy curiosity, as Kurt bends to pick them up and toss them on the chair for later, and the sight of the frizzy fur of his ass is the most tantalizing.
Somewhere in the hallway, one floor above, a front door slams shut, and your ceiling vibrates with the sheer impact of it. Kurt eyes the plaster, cracked enough as it is, and notes with mischievous casualness, “I believe we gave your neighbors quite a headache last evening, Schatzi."
"Headache" would be an understatement. At this point the scandalized side-eyes during elevator rides barely even scald your face with embarrassment, although at first you forced yourself to take the stairs every morning for two weeks straight. Mind-blowing sex and thin walls of American apartment complexes do not mix well, and to everyone else’s misfortune, Kurt is an amazing lover.
You groan.
“We did, yet it is I who will have to apologize to poor Mrs. Tuffin. Again.”
Kurt only chuckles at that — the carefree posture of someone who is not obliged to face a sweet elderly dame next door with a surprisingly keen ear for her age every Sunday. His smile is a scimitar unsheathed, a sharp blade to your poor heart, and the shadows on his face move and fold into lovely crinkles around his mouth. Oh, how shallow your indignation runs for this sly devil, and he knows it all too well, treading in its waters without a worry in that blue head of his.
He makes it to the doorway, an open maw where the sun doesn’t reach, and you call for him in hesitation as well as acceptance.
“You could always come with me, you know. She bakes great wafers”.
Kurt stops momentarily and something smolders in his gaze.
“I’m sure I’m missing out on the fun, Liebling, but you know I can’t." He lingers for another second and offers like a consolation, “I can make breakfast, though. Your favorite, what say you?”
He winks and casts off his golden mantle as the dark hallway swallows the outline of his body, and you swallow your disappointment.
He may not stay as long as you’d want — he barely ever does — but you know he tries to for as long as he can allow. And you know that when, unconcerned with covering yourself, you follow his trail into the cramped kitchen, he will be dancing to some ditty he heard on the TV a few nights back, tail swishing along the whole humble length of the room; that he will use it to pull you closer, your nakedness warm and yielding against his own, and that one of his hands will travel. You know his lips will be creamy with butter, tingly with the fizz of laughter, but just in a matter of half an hour, when the indigo is hidden underneath scarlet and black and the gold is faded pale, they will taste of bitter coffee with one sugar cube and tender oaths.
And you know that one evening — not this one, perhaps not even the next, but some evening — you will walk into your apartment, looming with shadows, dull with quietness, and the bathroom door will be left ajar, just enough for a strip of light to dash the darkness. Inviting wordlessly. And Kurt will be there, a tang of iron dusting the air, exhaustion fogging the crescents of his eyes, yet the sharpness of his smile not blunted and the ambiguity of his pose not concealed with discomfort. You won’t remember who reached out first, but the yearning will run through your fingers in a tremble that will hinder unbuttoning your blouse and make you pull a little too harshly on his hair. He will press himself against you, fur to skin, soothing, warm with rushing blood, and the breathy chuckles will make your skin prickle with adoration. With anticipation of yet another of your personal solar eclipses.
He may not stay as long as you’d want, but you know that he will always come back to you.
Alright venting time. I read and reread this piece so many times, yet I'm still not satisfied with it and I don't think I'll ever be. It was supposed to be a collection of different situations where Kurt is not, quote, "abashed of being naked around you" because we all know he is a freak, but halfway there it transformed into something else entirely, so yeah. I don't like it at all, but I do like the image of butt-naked Kurt walking around my room so I had to get it out of my system in a form of a text that was at least coherent and legible. It's a clumsy attempt but an attempt nonetheless, so that's what counts right?
Anyway I apologize for any grammatical, syntactic, and punctuation errors or any weird phrases, given that I'm not a native English speaker. Constructive criticism is always welcomed.
Kurt with a worryingly submissive/passive reader....
⸙ Starring: Kurt Wagner x GN!Reader
⸙ Featuring: Scott Summers, Logan Howlett, Anna-Marie/Rogue
⸙ Summary: Headcanons for how Kurt acts towards a worryingly submissive/passive reader.
⸙ Warnings: inadvertent dismissal of opinions and feelings, compartmentalising, Kurt bringing reader out of their shell, slight fluff, reader is taller that Rogue (5'4)
⸙ Word Count: 400
⸙ Requester: @trans-pupboi
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⋆‧°𓏲ּ You always seemed to follow along with what everyone else wanted. It wasn't bad, you got along fine with whoever you were around and they were no arguments so you were happy, but Kurt saw it a little differently.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ He was very quiet, keeping to himself most days and trying not to get in anyone's way, but you seemed a little more….worrisome.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ He was always one to help when asked, but you practically served anyone who took advantage of your nature.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ Scott asked you to get him a beer one random day when he was too exhausted to get one himself and you did without question or protest. He noticed, and found you to be the perfect bartender.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ Rogue asked you to get something off a shelf she couldn't reach once and it became common practise even when the shelves where at her eye level.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ They were your friends and team mates so you weren't upset with them, but they didn't even seem to notice what they were doing.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ Logan always called you an abused stray cat, scurrying around the place like you were afraid anyone who showed you affection was just about ready to hit you with a box of hammers.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ And it got to the point where Kurt had to intervene, mildly.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ He saw the others bossing you around accidentally - except Scott - and he pulled you aside, just out of sight to ask if you were okay. When you responded with a simple "Yeah, I'm fine" he wasn't quite convinced.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ He knew he wouldn't be able to help you, or at least get a genuine answer out of you overnight, so for the next few months, he just kept on asking.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ "Do you like this kind of music?" - when everyone agreed to get tickets to a concert you clearly weren't interested in.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ "Do you want to get food from somewhere else?" - when you let slip a silent, momentary cringe at the restaurant name Guillermo's.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ "Are you sure you're fine with being called these names?" - when Scott and Logan made fun of you 'lightheartedly'.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ It was small, but it was the kind of care you needed, even if it took you a while to speak your mind around him. Kurt was happy to wait for you anyways.
Hey! Saw you were looking for reqs!Maaaaay I submit a request for what you think it might be like to cuddle Nightcrawler? 👀 It's ok if not!!
Cuddling Headcanons - Nightcrawler
Pairing: Kurt Wagner x gn! reader
Genre: fluff
Summary: just cute fluffy hcs of cuddling w/ kurt <3
CW: none!
hi wren <3 good to hear from you bestie! i apologize profusely cause ive never written for kurt before so if he's ooc...my bad
also he was surprisingly really fun to write for ^.^ you always pick the funnest characters
cuddle fiend
no matter what position you’re cuddling in, his tail is always wrapped around you
especially loves having it wrapped around your thigh or stomach
loves tucking his head under your arms, into your neck, on your chest
rubs his head on you like a cat
generates a LOT of body heat—he’s like a portable furnace
has to be holding you in one way or another
has the TIGHTEST grip known to man(mutant)kind
like even in his sleep, good luck trying to get away from him
loves being both the big spoon and the little spoon
sometimes has very bad dreams and nothing comforts him more than you holding him <3
alternatively sometimes he just doesn’t sleep and you will wake up to him staring you down
like full on glowing eyes peering into your soul at 2am
if you play with his hair he will absolutely melt
the same goes for his tail (but it's so so sensitive so tread lightly)
absolutely will just teleport into your bed sometimes, especially if he’s missing you
before you move in together, spends more time at your place than he does at his
About You/Reader -> [mutant or not - left up to you, but Kurt falling inlove with you clearly shows that you must be someone awesome <3]
Tags? CW? ⤵︎
established Relationship - you two've been together for years, insight into your day-to-day lives!!
CW -> mention of Sex, few prompts have suggestive Answers,
but doesn't cross anything that needs to be warned + the answers are kept SFW overall.
♡
Enjoy and have a cute + fun time reading!!
(A)nniversaryˎˊ˗
How do they celebrate anniversaries with their partner?
At the very start of the Relationship - to let alone even celebrate it had completely slipped your guyses minds.
To keep a long and detailed Story very simple: too many apparent world endangering events - yes, plural - while despite Kurt's protest of its danger, you had still helped out on many rescues for mutant civilian captures.
Not to forget the long periods of times he had been needed in completely different Dimensions.
Having kept yourself busy in the meantime as to keep your anxious thoughts over his safety at bay, helping out in any Areas where people had fallen too short for whatever Task's were needed to get done.
Even now do you try not to think too deeply over the Dimension? Timeline?! whatever-have-you Adventures of your Lover. Apparently having done him a favour by not asking to explain it any further, he had once joked.
So, it was only and after eeeverything of this weird Mess you could call that Year, when having finally found a momentary peace in this complicated Madness when Kurt had asked:
"You know.. i think we deserve a little celebration, you and I."
Softly breaking the long-held silence, gently whispering as his speech matched his action after he'd kissed the top of your Head.
Half dozed off and leaning on him as you two were sitting on the Patio outside. Having quietly enjoyed the Sun settling after a seemingly unending, long Day while watching over some of the younger Students playing. Taking in the serene Beauty that was the gorgeous Evening at the Time.
"...yeah?," you mumbled, slightly horse.
"Mhm."
The tone of his response clearly hinting him to be in his well-known playful mood, the reason as to why? exactly he was feeling that way, was lost on you then.
Yet, you didn't ask him further about what he could've meant as he didn't wish to continue disturbing your small rest. Lovingly circling his thumb over the back of your Hand.
Which, was perfectly fine by him, and even the fact it was him to remember it out of the two of you? even better. The gears in Kurt's mind were already turning on what grand surprise he'd want to amaze you by.
From then on and the years since, despite the both of you not remembering the exact Date on when you had asked him to be yours; concluding together it to be very fitting of your Love getting to freely decide the Season and the preferred Month together.
Your beautiful tradition to annually celebrate your two of becoming an item, by switching each Year on who gets to decide on how to surprise the other.
Infact! you still remember a couple Winters ago - with your consent when Kurt had asked to postpone your Anniversary for his Idea - how much fun that Alpine getaway was.
Still reflecting back foundly.
(B)athroomˎˊ˗
Is their shared bathroom messy or organized? Do they enjoy showering/bathing with their partner?
If you happen to live together and therefore fit the Context of this Question: Would your Bathroom be messy? not exactly, but in other words might be hard to navigate for a third party.
Sure, you guys tryyy to keep things organized enough. Have bought these cute and seemingly practical faux wooden Organizers to store your things. Which just ends up overflowing most of the time.
Besides your very own hygiene Products, sanitary napkins and everything that could fit under it's umbrella term along with miscellaneous Tools, happen to easily distinguish your Stuff from Kurts.
Various cremes, tiger balm and bandages for any ailments athletes would need for soar or tight muscles, spilled contents of that huge medi-kit you guys have stored along with tools you forgot their Name and purpose of.
Surprisingly, his fur-care routine is relatively simple for what you would've imagined? With how velvety his fur is and the beautifully styled locks, you really wouldn't expect anything less than some crazy level-tier Routine.
But no - his secret to his charmingly beauty is being already born good looking and regularly clarifying and conditioning his Body.
Maybe he's born with it - maybe it's maybelline haha (though, dont think he can use makeup all to well now)
(C)elebrationˎˊ˗
What holidays do they and their partner celebrate? What are birthdays like? Do they like hosting parties and meals?
Incase u didnt know: Kurt's B-Day is on Nov. 11th!!
For Birthdays specifically, keep it pretty simple when celebrating with close Friends. As you guys happen to look forward to celebrating each other's Birthdays alone and quite romantically in the comfort of your Privacy.
Birthday Sex with Kurt is the beheeest!! Along with the genuine and heart-felt Gift he always manages to top from last year, of course.
With each passing year, you just can't help the tears forming in your Eyes with how close you've gotten with everyone, how organic it felt to call them your Family as they would happily call you theirs.
Also, the happy coincidence it was when having discovered there to be five other Students attending the Mansion sharing your same Birthday!!! Each of you having been quite surprised when having looked at the Birthday Calendar.*
Despite your significant age gap, have definitely formed a cute friendship with one-another. Lightheartedly theorizing there to be maybeee some possibility of being related?? You often can't help with how red your Eyes get, the tears almost daring to tickle down your Eyes, by how moved you are over.
For Holidays and all, besides any major and minor Christian Holidays from Kurt's part, anything else you'd want to celebrate would highly depend on your own Believes and Culture - which!! Kurt would be all-the-more excited to learn from you.
I mean, Hello? any and everything else he'd get to learn about you is a definite win in his Books, especially learning about the beautiful reasoning behind the tradition of where you're from.
Extra!!* -> It was an agreed upon Idea by the many Students to have started keeping one hugeee Birthday Calendar in the most used Common Room. Of course, including the rest of the X-Men, a fake date Logan had made one of the Kids guess 'correctly', alongside yours and Kurt's!
It was playfully colourful and the slight incoherence to some of the handwriting made it carry its own very charm. Besides the sarcastic and joking Blessings the few Dutch mutants had given the Rest of the Mansion, everyone was always more than welcome to write their own Date down.
Most Holiday's, notable Celebrations and manymany Birthdays of the Students and your Friends alike are quite frequently honored and given their deserved accommodation, depending on what certain Religions would need.
Though with the quite large Student Body, its impossible to celebrate each and everyone's Birthday. Most Students celebrate it quietly within their own friend groups or sometimes get to visit Home for a couple of Days.
Specific Religious practices however are often more organized and a beautiful way for students to find their own small piece of Home at the School - often having their Friends join to see and learn something new too!!
(D)innerˎˊ˗
Do they eat dinner with their partner every night? Do they do most of the cooking, or at least help with it? Do they like to talk about their day or enjoy a comfortable silence?
Kurt isn't exactly someone who you'd consider a Cook.
I mean, yeah, he manages the most basic recipes well and obviously can look after nourishing himself like the grown Man he is. But he's not exactly someone who you'd ask to help out in the Kitchen during thanksgiving - though!! still helpful in his own way.
Also, unless you two had scheduled in advance and maybe have a tiny bit of luck on your side for nothing to go in-between, otherwise sadly don't get many opportunities to eat together.
On the Occasion you happen to find a snack you both like or those Coffee candies Kurt loves to snack on, leave a note somewhere for him to see on where you'd stored them!
(Note that kurt would love coffee flavoured candy is my own little hc, its not canon!!)
When you do happen to eat together: cutely talk about your Day, planned things on your To-Do's and in general anything interesting that's been on either one of your Minds lately.
(E)ntranceˎˊ˗
How do they greet their partner when they arrive home?
The usual welcoming Kiss, that depending on the time of day and how much time you guys have to spare.. often leads to something more.
But otherwise, it's your typically sweet greeting one would expect of Couples. Despite Kurt being super chill about PDA, it highly depends on you with how you greet him back depending on whether or not you share company.
Also, because the Author of this Alphabet (halli hallo!!) is super extra, have this lovely gif on what to imagine also!!:
(F)amilyˎˊ˗
Do they want to start a family with their partner? Any pets or children? How do they get along with their partner's relatives?
[Meta: I know this can be totally touchy subject, but i promise i answered this lighthearted and fun. You can still skip this if you want]
Would Kurt want to start a Family? The most loving Person you've ever come to meet and have the honor to share your life with, would he be into the idea of starting one? - Absolutely.
Kurt would make the most-likely scenario of being the!! most amazing Father any child could wish on having.
However: the thought alone of starting a Family, only, and highly, depends on your Thoughts and opinion about this.
If you happen to be against wanting Children: Kurt would totally be okay and onboard with your Choice. All that matters for him is to be with you. Through the thin, thick and mess of it all you two share your exciting Life together.
It's not something he'd ever hold against you or bring up again depending on how you feel about the Subject. He's in your Corner all the way.
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If you happen to want Children: would be all the more happy to start a beautiful Family with you - your love for another, physical incarnate - no matter how small or big you two would discuss it to become.
Also, depending on choosing to adopt or try getting pregnant, would have craaaazy celebratory Sex either way. Luck you!
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And, of course,if you happen to have Family to speak of: if he hadn't already met them, would've won them over with his loving charm and honorable Personality when getting to finally meet them.
Even your most grumpy relatives would soften their Hearts and occasionally smile along with him aswell.
(G)roceriesˎˊ˗
Do they like to go shopping with their partner? Are they trying to sneak treats into the cart when no one is looking?
Shopping actually happens to be one of those few things you two don't do together.
No particular reason as to why besides the coincidence having never occurred on needing to go at the same time. Occasionally do happen to get things for each other when it crosses your Minds, of course.
Your favourite Brand he noticed you almost running out of before having walked out the Door, or for Him; buying anything german-esque or branded to be from Germany to try out together.
Getting and having groceries in-general is significantly easier when living at the Mansion. Otherwise if you two had decided on getting your own Place, would most likely fall into the routine of jotting needed things down on the Fridge's whiteboard as whoever has the time happens to do the shopping.
(H)ouseˎˊ˗
How quick do they ask to live together? Where do they and their partner move in together? Do they get a new place entirely, or does one just start living with the other?
Living together with Kurt is something you've never thought of extensively before. Let alone remembering your life before having met him, having met the X-Men and the wonderful Mansion along with it's Students.
It's as-if you two have been together for eternity already anyway. Should the Question happen to pop up, even Kurt would need a short moment to register it as he too would've responded with your own conclusion as well. If you happen to live in the Mansion and have shared a Room with him since there and then, getting your very own Place would be a matter of convenience.
Sure, the privacy would be great. However apart from that, why would you guys choose to move - and depending on the distance also - when already having the convenience of living near your beloved Family and! right at your Work places.
Alternatively -> if you did happen to have your own Apartment, and Kurt would enthusiastically pop the Question to move in together; would most likely go Apartment hunting. Most likely having gotten your own Place with the sheer goal to house you and you alone, would suddenly become too tight given when planning on starting to live with your athletic ball of Energy that happens to be your Lover.
But then again, already having a place you two call home in each others Arms, couldn't care less depending on your living circumstances anyway.
(I)ndoorsˎˊ˗
What's their favorite way to spend a lazy/rainy day in with their partner?
Besides the most obvious thing here that this man would looove to start such a godsend Day with cozy, morning Sex. Soft breaths and gentle touches, relaxing at the thought to be momentarily free, yet tense your muscles to the exciting thoughts of other things.
He'd still and especially since! he would have the free time, would sadly use it wisely as to go after trying to finish his mental To-Do-list.
Despite constantly preaching of Rest and relaxation, doesn't follow his own Words. Ever-the busy Man he is.
You would meekly frown as all your strength would be gathering to keep him in your hold with having wrapped your Arms around his Neck. Though unfortunately for you - didn't stop Kurt from leaving your Bed.
Smiling down at you, making you think he's giving in as he slowly moved with your hold, making you both descend back into your Pillow: "I'll make sure to join you once I'm done, okay?" he spoke softly, staring lovingly into your Eyes. "Forgive my cruelty.. but there're things i can't lose the opportunity on getting done Today."
With his last Kiss to your Cheek, wishing you his dramatic promise and goodbye: "I'll be sure to make it up to you for leaving so soon again, Mein Herz. Versprochen" Translation -> " My Heart, I promise"
Already having pulled the Blanket over you before disappearing through the Door.
(J)obsˎˊ˗
Do they work with their partner? If not, do they ever visit their place of work?
This would highly depend on the kind of work you've been assigned with. What kind of responsibilities you're entrusted with.
Either way -> with Kurt being quite frequently added to the roster of a Team/Job/Mission being the Jack-of-all-trades, it would really have to be an "all hands on deck" kind of ordeal if it happens you two to be finally working together.
Even if you also happen to be a Team-Medic or strategist and what-have-you else, would still rarely get the chance to work with Kurt on anything much.
Though, if you happen to have volunteered to be a teacher or look after the Students, he'd definitely try to make time to come by every so often to playfully help out with self defense lessons or be another helping hand.
(many of the students either adore your relationship or find it unbelievably kitschy- depending on their age. sorry not sorry haha)
(K)eepsakeˎˊ˗
Have they decorated with/displayed any mementos from their relationship?
Besides the few couple Photographs kept to commemorate the fun Holidays spent with close Friends alongside the ones you've received from the couple Restaurants having offered to take them, don't really have many mementos to speak of.
Of course, there are the beautifully thought-out gifts you two have exchanged with each other over the years and have meticulously taken good care of since then.
He never leaves the Rosary you made him off of his Person.
But! Despite not having considered to go out of your way to collect specific memorabilia of the sorts, who's to say it's too late to start? For one, Kurt would definitely be on board with the cute Idea.
(L)aundryˎˊ˗
Do they help with their partner's laundry, or do they only focus on their own clothes? Do they share a closet or dresser with their partner?
You both do your own separate laundry.
However, have quite frequently and will continue to do so without question, help each other out with your own laundry when either of you happens to be too busy.
It was never something agreed upon, yet happen to naturally taken its course as you two already look out for each other in various other sorts anyway. Washing your Loads together is really not much to thread about.
Though, Kurt can't help smirking at the sudden realization that when you had helped him out with his laundry, having soooo stolen a Blouse or shirt.
Your own playful way of hinting at him to meet you and to take it back... perhaps even take it off of you given what route you'd want to take.
(M)orningsˎˊ˗
What's it like waking up with them? Are they a morning person, or does their partner have to drag them out of bed?
Kurt is a Morning person, through-and-through.
And as much as he'd love to if not sleep-in, then at least get to hold you just a bit longer, keep you safely against his Chest just as soundly as you've been sleeping by his side throughout the Night - he can't.
He has responsibilities to go after, things to prepare, people to take care of.
He'd never thought to or let alone could begin to imagine complaining about his Duties. To be of-help and especially do good for those that have sought out for aid in the first place, is his reason in Life to stride forward.
The Light he follows to be there for others the way you and him had needed someone once upon a time.
It's for you, one of his many admirable quirks which had made you fall in-love with him in the first Place.
Despite your curiosity about the more grander details to some of the things he does; let alone the fact how the both of you don't keep secrets from one-another had made you stop from prying any further when he had gently refuted your question the first time.
Extra: Logan often accompanies Kurt no matter how early it seems to be in the Morning, wordless and loyal to their very own special Bond.
Knowing he'd still refuse his offer like he had the many times before, the Canadian continues to insist, like the many times he's been refused before, over not needing Kurt to be present and to get back to you.
And of course, would your Lover humbly decline the offer and instead turn it into this grand thing to show his Friend all the thanks and appreciation to care so much about him. Just how you and the grouchy Man know Kurt to be.
Though, you're the only one between you and Logan to swoon all the more harder for your blue-furred Prince.
on a lighter note!! -> The rare Occasion it was for Kurt not being needed for the Day, you'll most likely end up being gently stirred awake by him, one way or another.
Soft kisses - so many kisses - to your temple and the surrounding Area of your Head, your Cheeks, your Lips. Even your knuckles or the back of your Hands if he wasn't already playing with them by interlocking his own with yours.
Genuinely unintentional or perhaps deviously planned to get your Day started sooner, guess you'll never figure it out. The ever charming facade his strong Poker face seemed to be.
Though, how could anyone begin feeling annoyed at being woken up by such a handsome guy. One, who couldn't wait to already shower you in his affection so soon in the early Morning.
(N)ightsˎˊ˗
What's their nightly routine with their partner? Do they go to bed earlier, later, or at the same time? How do they sneak into bed when they've come home late?
There isn't much of a Routine to speak of? I mean, how many Adults genuinely have one anyway.
Besides the usual Yoga stretches Kurt does before Bed and as for yourself, typing away at your Laptop after already having brushed your teeth. You two have too differently working internal Clocks when it comes to falling asleep.
Even after with the years gone by of Kurt encouraging you and getting to cutely try together every - and, i mean every - possible insomnia/sleep remedies that there is to know, have together come to the agreement that this is just who you are.
An Insomniac. A cute one, in Kurt's book, but someone stubborn over getting to adapt to a healthier lifestyle nonetheless.
You do join him with his stretching most nights! Having needed to take awhile for them to stop making you feel soar, do end up feeling lighter during some Mornings.
Also, those little Yoga sessions have a high success rate on turning into an ever-so 'accidental' make out sesh. It becoming something more? With knowing Kurt usually does.
(O)rbitˎˊ˗
Are they constantly at their partner's side, or do they keep to themself more?
Not constantly, but when you two aren't busy, naturally happen to stay together. Conversing, sitting or in general hanging out - with people or alone.
Though, of course and most definitely, check in when either one of you wants to have their own time alone. Never needing to explain the Reason as to why.
(P)resentˎˊ˗
Do they often bring home gifts for their partner? What do they usually buy?
Unless for the matter of a Holiday or Celebration coming up, don't get each other Gifts all too often (and hear me out, as cruel as this may sound).
Sure, occasionally bring back those luxury Chocolates in the case you happen to receive them and enjoy them together.
Yes, bring back souvenirs or specifically asked things which either of you may have asked, back to the other.
But with already seeing each other, like, everyday and being together as frequently as you guys are, save Gifts to be something more beautiful and with meaning only you and Kurt could understand for special Moments.
Though, while at the topic of Gifts: the little surprise you've spent weeks learning and making for Kurt is definitely one of his most prized possessions. It's so charming! - matching the Owner of the gift, of course. Displayed with the upheld respect Kurt thinks it deserved. proudly sits on his Nightstand.
And as for you and your very own special gift Kurt had given you, keep the Locket from your Anniversary dating back two years ago inside an gorgeous Antique jewelry Box - which he'd gotten you on your Birthday.
Fun fact! Its the very-same locket the old Lady had dropped back into the Ocean in the End. "psst, yeah, yes it is," he'd whispered back. Because Baby, you should've never doubted him for he had went down and got it for ya.
Aww, he really shouldn't have! and yet he did.
You still swoon at the thought of his chivalrous Actions.
Alternativly, if you happen to be someone who loves Flowers -> Kurt would so get you a beautiful Bouquet to display wherever of your choosing, weekly and with timely manner.
(Q)uarrelˎˊ˗
Do they get into fights with their partner often? Do they let it escalate or try to calm it down?
You two don't Fight. Don't do, never have and wont start.
Even of what you would've assumed arguments and their meaning to be, between you and Kurt would be the quite literal definition - you both share your arguments.
Calmly, not matter with any stressors present. Hearing each other out.
Of course, it's naive and wishful thinking to say 'it always works out well in the End' on the rare occasion your disagreements or arguments do happen.
Though, when giving each other respectable distance and time to come back and try again. Thankfully always manage to work it out in the end, one way or another.
It's a comforting thing, truly, to reflect back on being a Team rather against each other no matter how hard times can get, how to handle the fear together of any danger lurking behind the corner.
(R)esponsibilityˎˊ˗
Do they take on very many chores? Do they complain about it? How helpful are they when it comes to housework?
These question don't even need to get answered with how obvious their given answers are.
You two are the total A-Team when it comes to working together. Including when tackling Chores as if it were like any other training regiment.
He is such a gentleman and ever-the thoughtful delight when it comes to House chores. Often times arguing against you even needing to help out, affectionately teasing when Kurt would mention getting things done faster solo anyway.
But, you protest. You're not cruel enough and would feel way to icked out by yourself to even think letting him do all the Chores alone.
So, together it is. Which also gets you two to talk about the most random topics while sorting through Cabinets, washing the Dishes with someone being the designated washer as the other is the dryer. Like from some kind of comedy yelling loudly as the vacuum cleaner would have the advantage of being unbelievably louder than you both.
All-in-all, tackling House tasks and Chores with Kurt had made them less being something painstaking, but yet-another found cute bonding act.
(S)icknessˎˊ˗
How do they take care of their partner when they're ill? How do they like to be taken care of when the roles are reversed?
I would say dating the Team's medic definitely has its perks outside of the Openings to hint at innuendos here.
The rare Occasion of you getting Sick, he'd not only be able to tell the early stages and signs, but would've also already written you up to take Bed rest. And yes, even and despite you protesting against it because you had said to be feeling fine felt.
As for Kurt? minimally needs a couple hours of silence before being able to spring back up to his Feet like it was nothing. Besides his good immune System, is able to shrug off any sickness or Colds wayyy quicker than the average Person.
Though, he could never imagine turning down your offer as to nursing him back to help.
Kissing his forehead better, sitting so dotingly by his side, looking so attractive when reading the back of medicine labels with that slight stern face you unknowingly have and talking as softly as you do to him - there is nothing better imaginable for Kurt than having your full, close and personal attention directed at him
As an expert, he'd come to find his symptoms of his Heart racing and his tail restlessly clinging onto you as one and one thing only. Having oh so unfortunately caught some kind of pesky Love sickness.
The Cure for such thing? there's only one, and if your up for it, might need to clear off a couple Hours of your Schedule.
(T)elevisonˎˊ˗
Do they watch TV with their partner regularly? What do they watch? (Morning news? Sitcoms? Dramas?) Do they ever fight over the remote?
Besides with Kurt keeping up with his favourite pirate show, whatever aaanything related to pirates would air in general. Happen to otherwise count watching Television as one of his guilty pleasures, he had once called it.
Only allowing himself to catch up on the latest Media with when there really isn't anything needing his Attention or responsibilities to go after. However, being more lax and more agreeing if it's something you want to do as a cute home date type-of Deal.
Kurt would definitely use the latest pop culture stuff and gossip, or the latest Movies coming to theaters soon for future small talk.
(U)nwindˎˊ˗
What's their favorite way to be comforted when coming home from a stressful day? How would they comfort their stressed partner?
Serious answer: Kurt is used to facing high levels of stress on an unhealthy amount, on a daily basis. Comes with the honor of being an X-Men, you remember him having once gleefully mentioned.
Ever the Optimist, always the Voice of needed reason among uncertainty. He is possibly the only one you know who handles the Mess of it all as graceful as he does.
So for what he considers 'moderate amounts of Stress', and what could kill the average mutant or Person, he would already know himself well enough on how to de-stress and find his own peace first, before checking in with you and seeking your comfort.
Praying, Solo Training, sharpening his Swords. Definitely making the time to sit with himself alone as long as he thinks he needs, letting himself feel his emotions before deciding on how to act next.
It would really have to be something unnecessarily fucked up to really begin getting under Kurt's skin.
Either way, as well as he is at knowing how to soothe himself should times seem rough; still holds an uncharacteristically silent gratitude for knowing to have someone by his Side.
The Privilege he thanks God to have gifted you, an angel disguised in mortal form, to hold his Hand be his reason to fight for whats right.
Fun answer: Taking a nice, long bath. Hey! even better if you'd join him, and afterwards getting to eat some delicious food. Be it ordered or perhaps having somehow still had the energy to prepare something.
Yeah, these things do sound nice and all. But spoken with genuine honesty?
There's just nothing better than after a long and highly demanding Day then getting to finally be with you, and only with you letting him: To have you carnally.
Away from the eyes of the world and hot ears that could possibly be listening. With the kind of animalistic lust you've not only accepted him by, but alongside the kind that lets you speak of your Love for each other in a way not even words could begin to describe.
To freely love you, to hold you just as close as you'd hold onto him ever-so desperately. To finally rut into you as badly as you chase his rhythm without any care of holding decorum.
Having only one - and one quite so delicious - Goal in mind. Rewarding the praises you sing to him, so addictively moan for him, with his encouraging Kisses and shakingly soft spoken words.
If you guessed his Goal to be chasing his own release, guessed it to be wrong - it's for yours.
And when the two of you finally calm down from all the rush, sweat beads and damp fur entangled in a mess too blissfully exhausted to care of its weird texture, does Kurt finally then sigh in relief.
Your orgasms quite fittingly having washed away any stress, all the anxiety off his mind and eased his Muscles.
But legit the guy lives to enjoy you crumble so expressively to his skilled touch, fyi.
(V)acationˎˊ˗
How often do they take trips with their partner? What is their ideal vacation?
In the rare and lucky occasion that you two finally get to go on vacation, would totally hit up these spots!!:
Germany!!(kinda given)
Specifically depending as to whether or not you can speak german or even are European at all, Kurt would soooo love to introduce you to the Culture and what goes down in Germany!!!
Getting to visit his old Circus, feeling love in his heart all-over getting to introduce you to his first Family. If you guys happen to go in Oktorber: obviously would be your safety guide around there.
Teaching you german and totally hitting up certain souvenir shops providing tourist merchandise targeted at Couples. Maybeeee even get the whole "getting your name carved into a rice corn inside a necklace pendant" thing too, if that is you guys happen to catch a booth offering this.
Salzburg, Austria?
Kurt would so be into Musicales (bc, why wouldn't he be?). You both would have soooo much fun on the tour Bus and maybe jokingly take pictures referencing the sound of Music scenes.
Fun, dorky, hey! some other locals and couples joining-in on your silly Idea.
A cute time, overall.
The Swiss Alps!!
Which either during, or on your guyses flight there, would introduce you to the german Dub of Heidi.
Also as to depending how long you two will be there, definitely make sure to hike with a group - the majority of the other hikers being charmed by his outgoing personality - and getting to have you deserved romantic get-away should night fall after a long Day on enjoying the beauty of the Alps.
Touring America!!
like in the Movies!!! a fun road trip with getting to have all these little stops of "the worlds (apparently) biggest yarn ball", "a goat that looks like this or that celebrity" ordeal.
But for this Vacation, would've invited your Friends to tag along also, as Kurt wouldve said 'the more the merrier, mein Herz!'
and, of course!! -> Whever it would be that you'd want to go with Kurt with, too.
(W)eddingˎˊ˗
Are they and their partner married? Do they elope or have a more traditional wedding, if any?
[Meta ->] i think this question and the topic alone specifically - as beautiful as it - is something i don't think i can answer for you.
Everyone has their own preferences when it comes for Marriage and Weddings, you're free here to imagine whatever lovely or HC fitting for you!!! would be like for you and Kurt.
But know this, whatever you would've chosen, anything you guys would agree upon?
Doesn't matter for Kurt as the most important thing is to love you either way :>
(X)traˎˊ˗
additional HC!!
You and Kurt take Couples dancing classes together!!!
Depending on how shy you are about this, keep it between each other, but totally expect Kurt to tease your shyness at least juuust a little. Given with how cute you get.
Yes, you two have become amazing at it. Kurt is still trying to convince you to at least showcase it once! at a Wedding or Disco. To his avail, having yet to succeed in getting you out of your Shell.
(Y)earnˎˊ˗
How much do they miss their partner when they have to be away from home for a while? How do they react when they finally return home?
It's actually you who happens to have the worst time navigating missing him when he's away. More-so over the worry of something might happening to him, given the high levels of danger he most definitely would come to face.
However, given that you're a grown Adult, get yourself to hold your anxiety in an iron grip. Especially giving Kurt enough grace to know he can take care of himself.
But, you worry nonetheless.
Making yourself useful with the added bonus of occupying your mind by attacking huge amounts of work or any tasks. A gentler alternative that also helps you a lot would be when getting to help someone out, just talking about anything and simple topics of the sorts.
When he finally, and thankful, does return Home. Finally reunites with you in eachothers Arms again. Does he feel the same relief you do when quietly sobbing into the crook of his Neck. You both relieved finding the other to be well.
Angsty or make-up Sex for the time lost would also be super gentle and sweet. Fyi and apologies for coming across crude haha.
(Z)estˎˊ˗
Do they find domestic life boring or exciting? Do they regret choosing this kind of life?
With his daily Life being ever-the unpredictable Theater Act, to even have the fortune to say he has someone to always come back to, to call you 'Home'.. is his own Eye he guides himself in this mess of a Storm that is his World.
As exciting he finds the fighting and heroism of it all, does sometimes wish for a quieter and well known domestic life for you two.
Kurt definitely can't stand the draw-backs as much when having to depart from you for long periods of time because of certain CO-OP Missions.
Yet, he makes sure to rather continuously count his blessings rather than wish for something he can't see the consequences of.
As for Regret: not at all and would never share that sentiment.
Creds!!
the cute mini-Kurt is from this post!! by @/ggarbagee
Valentines dividers + lace divider + blue dividers
Technically spoilers if you read any x-men anthology and haven't made it through second coming/ haven't read quest for nightcrawler. I don't get into many details or stay very canon anyway lol
Warnings: 18+ | no pronouns or assignments used for reader | unprotected sex | sex in a church | kinda public sex? | an established relationship of some kind ;) | sad | but happy ending! sort of | lots of plot with some porn | comfort/fluff | a little foreplay, a little aftercare | light bondage? sorry I really love his tail
Word count: 2,650
Summary: The resident catholic is having a hard time settling with the terms of his resurrection and just trying to feel again.
When Rachel frantically called on you to find Nightcrawler, you probably preferred to find him in battle, fighting demons. Luckily, on a Sunday morning, you knew exactly where to look first, creaking open the large wooden door just enough to pass through into the small lobby. The lights were off, but there was low singing from further inside. You would have proceeded to peek past that second set of doors, but the quick flick of blue that curled out from the sunlight and into the shadows nearby finished your investigation for you.
Well, you did, in fact, find him fighting demons.
This would normally be the part where you'd tease him about being terrible at hiding, but you didn't need to see his face to hold your tongue. Instead, you found a nearby panel of switches, flooding his side of the room in low light. Without the darkness, he could no longer blend and hide, but he didn't recoil. Hunched over, his hands were clasped together on his knees, and his tail tightly curled over his feet. You approached him wordlessly. You could tell he was focused but not on you, proven when he crossed himself right on cue. A cue you hardly heard yourself.
He continued to sit still for a few minutes. Obviously, he knew who stood before him. Otherwise he would have hid. Taking a deep breath, you placed a hand on his shoulder. "Shouldn't you be attending the service?" You asked softly.
"I," he finally choked out after several moments. "I'm not sure I am allowed to anymore." His words, although quiet, dripped with despair. For him, this welcoming foyer was his ancient narthex, created for those who weren't allowed into the sanctuary but still wished to listen to its sermon.
"Have you spoken to a Father about it?" Without further knowledge, you can only suggest a priest.
"And what would I say?" Kurt raised his voice in his anguish and grimaced at his own volume. "What would he say?" He tagged on, much quieter this time. He practically curled into himself as if he were cold. You sighed sadly at the sight, looking away. A small staircase in the corner caught your interest and gave you another idea. Reaching your hands down to his, you unfurled his hands from one another and took them into yours. At the gesture, he finally lifted his head to look at you. It took all you could not to take his sad face in your hands instead.
"I think he would tell you to come in," you reply in a gentle whisper. You smile down at him as you barely tug him towards you, convincing him to stand. When he finally does, you study him. His black blazer and black slacks, his white button-up shirt. A few top buttons were messily undone, but it only made him more handsome. Silently, with a hand in his, you led him up those wooden steps. Your intuition was right when they opened into a high balcony overlooking the inner room. That narrow gallery stretched against the wall was mostly dark, with only the tops of stained glass windows bleeding in light over the single row of benches. There was a reason someone like him chose such a dark, unpopulated church.
As you began to leave the doorway, deadweight stopped you in your tracks. Looking back, a pair of downcast yellow eyes glowed under the wooden arch. Naturally, he blended into the shadow. You came back to him, taking his other hand and settling between him and the wall. At the very least, maybe it would help for him to see this place again, you figured. You let him listen, watching him closely as he watched the floor.
And what a horrible day for a sermon about heaven.
"I saw it, you know," he barely spoke up, accent whispering like a snake. "Paradise." He said the word hauntingly, not with any grandeur nor remorse. He turned his head as he spoke, looking down at the alter, but he seemed distant. Perhaps in memory. The light of the window caught his eye and reflected brilliant pale yellow. In the darkness, the other was like fire.
"And yet you came back," you whispered back. Even you weren't quite sure what you meant by it, but he knew it wasn't merely an observation. Contemplating, he stared down into the room. The priest below continued, but you only wanted to hear whatever else Kurt had to say.
"There were many reasons I did what I did," he soon continued, still not looking at you. "Did it the way I did." He never told you the full story, not even Logan knew. You waited for more, but he didn't respond. He probably didn't want to talk about it—at least, not for another few minutes.
"I never thought that love would be my greatest sin," he finally said. "I wanted so badly to come back," he nearly sobbed, quickly putting his hand over his mouth to keep from interrupting the service below. He gathered himself for a few moments.
"To this place," he continued, "to my friends," he sighs before turning towards you, his fiery orbs still refusing to meet your gaze, "to you." Even when you cupped his cheek in your hand, his hand you left behind followed, fingers wrapping around your wrist. "That it would be greater than my love for God," he started but didn't finish when his voice began to rise again. By now he was rambling about things you hardly understood, but you hung on to every word.
"You said it yourself," you gently tease, more loving than lighthearted. "There is no love without sin." With a soft smile, your touch on his cheek stroked over the fur on his neck and drifted over what bare upper chest those undone buttons revealed. You knew you shouldn't, not here, but as his expression only grew more somber, you found yourself sliding your hand further, reaching the space above his heart for only a second before frantic yet gentle fingers pulled you away, afraid of what you'd find.
Or the lack thereof.
You couldn't stand to see him so sad, not even willing to look at you. As the preaching continued somewhere down below, something about fulfillment, there was really only one thing on your mind as you continued to watch his pained eyes. "Do you miss it?" You didn't mean to let your emotion ring in your tone as you whispered— doubt, disappointment, sadness. He picked up on it, raising his face once more to meet your gaze. Solemn eyes panicked, realizing his mistake. With a change of posture, he stepped closer, grasping your arm and placing your palm over his chest again. "Not in the same way I missed here," he reassured you. His eyes were still sad, but so earnest. You could feel the metal cross hanging from his pendant with how hard he pressed your palm into his chest. You both stared at one another in silence, but understanding.
Something about the word doom was quietly uttered through the archway.
"I realize now that I had already found Paradise," he proclaimed longingly, leaning in slightly. Though flattered, you only half-smiled.
"You shouldn't talk like that here," you whispered, cupping his jaw. "Surely it's a sin."
And he'd already cut his path of redemption short enough.
"And yet it would be a sin not to." His tone was almost desperate. He leaned in closer, head tilted dangerously close to a kiss. You began to protest, but his grip on your arm tightened in defiance. "My soul is already adrift elsewhere," he hissed in a hurried whisper, "and He has no use for my body." He shook his head in defeat, tilting his chin to kiss the hand that held him before looking back up. "So if it's all I have left, I will use it to worship who does." His voice cracked against your lips, and he practically fell into you.
Your back hit the wall with a thud that made you panic, but any protest of his name was muffled and lost between his lips. He could only follow what made him feel at the moment, and he'd come to his senses later, but right now, he was desperate to atone for his sins in a different way. It was a long, suffocating kiss that was touch-starved, hardly focused on any particular pleasure other than the need for your warmth. Despite knowing your current circumstances, you relaxed into him, taking your hand from his face and gripping the soft, indigo curls on the back of his head. He took that as his cue to press into you impossibly more, knees knocking with yours as you both nearly buckled from his weight.
Finally, he pulled back just enough to catch his breath, warm breath fanning against your cheek a few times before eagerly diving back in. This time, he moved with you. Your noses knocked each time he rolled his head to find his favorite angle, and, in annoyance, you tried to hold him still with your hand on his neck and your grip on his hair. In response, his lips parted, tongue lapping at your top lip and tentatively touching yours when you let him in.
His grip on your waist was harsh, almost as if he was scared that if he let go even a little, he might lose this moment forever. As if he couldn't hold you enough, his tail joined in, wrapping itself beneath your ass and tightly snaking around your waist. You felt him smile into the kiss when you pet over the peach fuzz of his tail before he abruptly pulled away from your lips, tongue sliding over your bottom lip as he withdrew into your neck. Sweetly, he kisses your pulse. And you know where he's going.
"We should 'port somewhere else," you suggest softly. The light kisses on your neck become open-mouthed and wet, showing you just what he thinks about your suggestion. You catch the words reunion with God bouncing off the wall, and you weren't sure if the devil himself said it or the clergyman was sermonizing below. You tilted your head back for him at the prickling feeling of his fangs.
With a mind of their own, your hands worked down the rest of the button on his shirt, splaying your fingers through the velvety fluff of his chest, barely able to feel the warm beating of his heart. At least you knew that he was alive, in some way or another.
Making sure you could feel all of him, you pushed his blazer and shirt off his shoulders, feeling him down and scratching over his abs just the way he used to like it, and he tensed them just the way you remember.
When his hands left your hips to slide off his clothes, they came back to do the same to you, sliding under your top and over your bare skin. You let him undress you, and eventually, you both stood nude.
Even after being… gone for so long, he remembered just where to touch you. He held your hips flush with his while licked over your nipple, pawed between your legs, and tickled your inner thigh with the curling of his fuzzy tail. Feeling boneless, the wall helped him to hold you up while you focused on covering your mouth to muffle your pleasured moans and sighs.
You were suddenly spun around, strong arms wrapped tightly around you as they swiftly lowered you to the wooden floor. Kurt's lithe form settled between your legs, back bowed as he bent down to mouth over your stomach. On his knees, he worshiped you carnally, hands gripping over-excitedly at your thighs and waist.
Fingers around your wrist pulled your hand from your mouth, quickly replaced with that crushing pair of full lips again. Some would say he was desecrating holy ground, but Kurt would say quite the opposite. In a nest of clothes, right there in the dark loft of his place of faith, he took you. Whether it was because he was most comforted here or because he was angry at the circumstances, his hips pumped into you with a fervor that had you clawing into his back and biting his shoulder to muffle your whines.
The floor was cold and hard and uncomfortable as he rocked you back and forth, but he was the opposite— warm and soft and lovingly fucking you into the ground. Luckily, the pious music drifting through the doorway covered up the sound of his cock slapping into you and his hissing moans as you bit and carved the punishment of love into his skin.
You were ripped from his shoulder when he sat up, not even bothering to cover your gasping moan at the change in angle. Blunt nails dug into your skin as he held your hips, making your legs squirm and draw up behind him with the overstimulated pleasure.
It was like a perverse religious painting, with his cross pendant wildly swinging above you and fangs gleaming along with his eyes; his tail, pointed like a devil's, bound your legs around his waist. This was heaven to him right now, watching you arch your back off the ground and eyes fluttering heavily as you both found that perfect sweet spot.
It was when you came on him that his glowing eyes beheld the glorious sight he was searching for. He kept going, desperate to keep the image of your moaning, parted lips in his mind, and keep the feeling of your warm cream that dripped over his cock. "Oh~ mein gott," he growled at the way you tightened around him. You could almost laugh at the way he said it if you weren't busy trying to recover. "(Y/N)," he panted and spoke your name like gospel. "My dearest."
Your only response could be a meek whimper of his name, but it was enough when you weakly rolled your head to look up at him. If you couldn't tell by the way his brows raised and furrowed, you knew that he was right on the edge by the constriction of his tail around your ankles, keeping you bound around him while he came, throbbing, deep inside you.
It was quiet now, aside from panting and the sounds of the congregation conversing and slowly departing that same creaking door that got you here in the first place. You felt you could finally relax and close your eyes when the last of the noise was shut out with the door, and you could finally stretch out your legs again as you felt his tail unravel. He had the same idea, stretching out his legs when he fell into your side. He let you have your space, but that sneaky tail laid loosely over your thigh.
You felt a sort of regret for him as you turned to take in the proper view of his nude form lying elegantly in your bed of disheveled clothes, wishing to know what this meant for him… but you weren't going to ask, letting him bask in release— whatever kind it was. You reached for his pendant, twirling the chain between your fingers and observing the discoloration of the metal cross. Without even opening an eye, he took your attention away from it with a touch, making you hold his hand against his chest instead.
"I-" You eventually break the silence but pause, unsure what excerpt you should say. It gets his attention, eyes lifting to look into yours. You muster a smile. "I'm glad you're back," you say softly, simply. Despite the circumstances, despite what it meant, despite what it's already done to you, you wanted to add, but his own bittersweet smile already knew what you meant.
"Me too," he whispered and brought your hand up from his chest to kiss your knuckles. "Me too, my dear."
✰ Logan is the type of guy to frown at you when you talk to him from more than 3 meters distance, not because he can't hear you but because he can't understand what you're saying.
✰ Cyclops the man that you ask something and goes "what?" but when you try to repeat yourself he stops you because he did hear you it's just that his brain was too slow to process it on time.
✰ I'm one hundred percent sure that when Wade first was told that Colossus' real name was Rasputin he went real '🙀' face and asked "like rasputin? like that dude that was banging the queen of russia? does that mean-"
he didn't get to ask if his dick was 28 cm before someone was covering his mouth.
✰ Rogue and Bobby bought different color set pyjamas and exchanged the shirts to match.
✰ Logan says 'you ate' to Kitty and Rogue because they forced him to anytime they do well in a training session.
✰ Kurt can't, for the life of him, understand the slang of the new generetion like what do you mean he ate and left no crumbs??? rogue??? what are you trying to saying to him???
✰ Logan sleeps as if he was the girl from the exorcist, limbs everywhere, sheets in the floor, pillow lost in the bed.
^he snores real loud too.
✰ Jean is a huge mamma mia fan.
^Cyclops has been forced to sing along with her more than once.
✰ Storm likes to watch grease just to cuss out Danny for being a dick.
✰ Rogue and Kitty were forced to watch grease for 'cultural education' and ended up unironically fighting over who was better if Danny or Kenickie.
^Rogue was team nickie and Kitty was team zuko.
✰ Storm will hide the existence of grease 2 from everyone. for her, that movie doesn't exist.
✰ the kids once tried to pull a singing stunt, high school musical style, for Storm on teacher's day.
✰ Hank likes Elvis. I will not elaborate.
^he also likes to put on a fake deep voice to sing the low notes of his songs lol.
✰ Charles has nearly 170 vinyls stocked in boxes in the basement of the school. turns out he was an impulsive vinyl collector when he was younger (think dofp time)
✰ Kurt, Storm and Cyclops showed up in matching Wolverine merch (the most shitty, cheap, aliexpress material kind) ever just to fuck with Logan for a while.
^he got mad, he was amused, but still.
✰ then, Rogue and Kitty unironically got actual quality brand Wolverine merch and Logan was acting like a proud dad.
How do you think Kurt would go about courting someone with a child? The child is not related by blood but the two claim each other as family.
I'll make a headcanon post for this, just because it may be a bit easier to narrow it down! <3
Kurt would absolutely embrace the child as his own, without a doubt. Family means everything to him, seeing as his own mother never had anything to do with him.
Kurt wouldn't rush things. He understands the importance of the child feeling comfortable and secure. He'd focus on building a genuine friendship with them first. If the child ever got around to seeing him as a father figure, Kurt would be absolutely ecstatic.
He'd definitely treat the child's parental figure (his s/o) with the utmost respect in the relationship, setting a good example of what love should be.
He'd absolutely spoil the kid. He'd take the time to learn about the their hobbies. If they loved comic books? He might teleport them to a comic book store with a hidden back room full of rare collectibles. Does the child enjoy sports? He could teleport them to a world-class training facility for a fun afternoon (with all safety measures in place, of course) and with their parent's permission.
He'd stop at nothing to keep the both of you safe, even if that meant putting his own life on the line. You two are his top priority no matter what.
He'd give his partner a break. He'd take the child on fun excursions to the movies or the park. Anything to spend time with them and give you a much needed break.
He'd definitely give in to the child's requests. Even if that meant letting the child play dress up with him as the beautiful princess or letting the child put makeup on him. Kurt would not object if it made them happy.
Despite differences, Kurt would definitely try to show the kid that appearances are skin deep and what truly matters comes from inside, instilling self worth in them and to love themselves.
He wouldn't try to replace the child's other parent. Instead, he'd offer his support and assistance, helping out with chores, homework, or simply being a reliable and fun presence in the child's life.
