#i just think that fuzzy kurt

[krampus-chai]

Woke up, had a breakdown, bon appetite. 70s Kurt Wagner in Art Nouveau.

[toytle]

everything abt this is outdated but ykw. tag yourself anyway, i’m jean and fred

text ID under cut:

mom jeans (jean): 1) leader but not by choice 2) never forgets a birthday 3) gets away with things due to her reputation

mom jeans (jean): 1) leader but not by choice 2) never forgets a birthday 3) gets away with things due to her reputation

fuzzy elf (kurt): 1) tries to be hip with the kids (is a kid) 2) honorary catboy 3) fingerguns his way out of situations

:3 (kitty): 1) impulsive shopper 2) livetweets everything 3) says ‘omg’ and ‘ttyl’ outloud 4) bakes muffins for her friends! they are inedible!

skater boi (evan): 1) cool guy syndrome 😎 (undiagnosed adhd) 2) steals food off his friends' plates 3) PARKOUR!

e-girl blueprint (rogue): 1) hopeless romantic 2) only child AND middle child energy 3) knows the best thrifting spots

“””team leader””” (lance): 1) tries a lot, fails a lot 2) anger is default emotion 3) probably named his car betty or smth

actual team leader (pietro). 1) cool guy syndrome 😎 (unmedicated adhd) 2) causes problems on purpose 3) motivated by attention

toad (todd): 1) thinks he's just soo funny. well, he is. 2) hasn't showered in a month 3) stays out of drama but Will grab the popcorn

bombshell blonde (tabitha): 1) self-loathing vs superiority complex: fight! 2) flirts with friends 3) parties to avoid being alone with her thoughts

scarlet bitch (wanda): 1) hates authority figures 2) cuts her own hair. and clothes. 3) in a constant state of overstimulation 4) deserves to snap tbh

hey it’s (fred)!: 1) cries easily 2) would literally murder for friends 3) treats plushies like living creatures

professor clean (xavier): 1) “hello el gee bee tee que community" 2) adopts every child he sees 3) knows everything and yet nothing at all

grrrr (logan): 1) that sounds like a you problem." 2) acts like he hates kids but tacks their drawings to the fridge 3) believes that violence is the answer

weather report (ororo): 1) everyone's bisexual awakening 2) has high expectations for everyone, including herself 3) live laugh love 😊😊😊 or else

mr beast but like actually (hank): 1) god, i could really use a drink." *makes chamomile tea* 2) longs to be a smooth rock basking in the sun 3) gives unwarranted life lessons

another blue one (mystique): 1) #girlboss 2) “gay rights but only for me" 3) loves her son but will dropkick other children

magnum dong (magneto): 1) heterophobic 2) "you have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair" 3) does not love his son AND will dropkick other children

[kayesfanfics]

Hi can I request a femreader/ nightcrawler story where the reader is shy and anxious, while Kurt misunderstands this as her thinking he’s a monster?

But in truth she’s been trying to confess her feelings to him but she always backs out last minute in fear?

Thank you!

A/N: The way I’ve probably imagined this scenario at 12 years old laying in bed at night. I also made the reader friends with Rogue, Jean and Ororo since she’s closer to their ages

“Sugah, yer lookin’ more nervous than a long-tailed pussy cat in a room full o’ rockin’ chairs!” Rogue tapped your shoulder as she walked into the lounging area, where you were having morning coffee with Jean and Ororo. “What’s gotcha all riled up, huh?”

“Kurt’s playing basketball with the others outside...in shorts.” Jean quipped before taking a sip of coffee, a playful grin on her face. Ororo chuckled at the embarrassed face you made, as if someone just walked in on you changing.

“Jean!” You whined, face turning redder when Rogue started laughing.

“Oh, Y/N! We’re just teasing!” Jean giggled as you pouted at all of them finding your embarrassment amusing.

“I just don’t see why you haven’t told him about her feelings yet!”

They all knew you’ve had the biggest crush on the fuzzy blue X-Man, Nightcrawler, ever since he joined the team a few months ago. He was always so nice to everyone, including you, and he seemed to always say the right thing at the right time. He even made your morning coffee sometimes when you got up late, knowing everyone’s coffee order by heart by now.

The boys were outside playing basketball with Jubilee and Roberto, showing the younger ones how it was done. You watched out the window at the court, seeing Gambit and Wolverine battling for the ball before Kurt teleported between them and snatched the ball from them, tossing it into the basket and laughing when they both started yelling about the “no powers” rule. You smiled before realizing you were staring, clearing your throat and turning to Rogue.

“You know I get too nervous around your brother, I can’t even ask him to pass the salt at dinner!”

“Yer always nervous, that’s fine! But y’know, he totally likes you too. I can tell.”

“No he doesn’t.” You shook your head in denial.

“Yes he does.” All three women said at the same time, side eyeing you or rolling their eyes.

“My dear, Kurt is a very charismatic man, but he goes out of his way to make you smile every chance he gets.” Ororo set her hand atop of yours. “I even see a flash of disappointment when you flee from his advances.”

“Really?” You asked, feeling a bit guilty about making him feel bad. You were a generally nervous person, but your anxiety sky rocketed around him, your heart always felt like it would explode out of your chest when he got close to you or touched you. It was difficult to hold eye contact with him, your nerves getting the best of you and looking down at the floor while you spoke to him. You’d give him a scared smile when he handed you things, your blood running cold when his hand brushed up against yours during those exchanges. You often found your eyes wandering to him when he wasn’t focused on you, it was easier to look at him when you knew he wasn’t aware of you checking him out. You loved the way his tail squashed playfully as he joked around with Morph, how his ear would twitch like a cats when he heard someone new enter the room, how his fangs gleamed when he smiled or how his bright yellow eyes sparked with mischief during a fight.

“Okay…you know what? Todays the day, today I need to confess to him! If I don’t today, I never will cause I’m a baby and will back out.” You stood up confidently.

“Yeah! Go get em, tiger!” Rogue cheered as you walked away, then lowered her voice. “She ain’t gonna.”

“I think Y/N can do things she sets her mind to.” Storm defended you.

“Wanna put ten bucks on it?” Rogue raised an eyebrow and cheekily grinned.

“…you’re on.” Storm nodded, shaking her hand as Jean spoke up, saying she’d bet alongside Storm that you could do it.

“You know I can still hear you all?” You crossed your arms from the window, getting a closer look and watching Kurt dodge Roberto’s lunge. Your friends all laughed as you shook your head, trying to get ahold of your nerves.

How were you supposed to tell the most handsome, heroic, sweetest, most amazing person ever you were in love with them? Kurt was genuinely the kindest person you’d ever met, giving you butterflies when you watched him comfort a mutant child during a fight, or how he helped his teammates so gently when they were injured. You couldn’t fathom how people were afraid or disgusted by him, he was the most gorgeous man in the world. How you could see a tinge of indigo under his blue fur when he blushed or bruised, how sculpted and chiseled he was yet also was so soft to look at. When he wore sweatpants and a tank top after training one day, you swore you would have a heart attack right then and there seeing how attractive he looked in the outfit. You adored sneaking peeks of him working out alone, his muscles bulging when he did push ups or pull ups on a bar, how flexible and agile he was and how effortless he made it look. You’d stand outside the door until you felt you would get caught staring, not wanting to seem like a creep.

You were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts when the door opened, Wolverine carrying Jubilee, pretending to be limp and passed out in his arms.

“What happened?” Jean asked as the girls all stood up from their little coffee and gossip session.

“She tripped and scraped her knee trying to get the ball from Logan!” Morph snickered as they all filed inside.

“I’ve been attacked! He pushed me and now I’m severely wounded!” Jubilee whined dramatically as Logan set her down on the counter. You waited for Kurt while you listened to Jubilee and Wolverine bicker about the seriousness of her cut knee, feeling your heart skip a beat when he finally walked in, chatting with Hank.

“Um…hey, Kurt?” You spoke quietly, but Kurt’s ear twitched and picked up your shy voice.

“Yes, Miss Y/N?” He asked, stopping and letting Hank go ahead of him.

“I…um…could you find a first aid kit, please?”

You blushed when you heard your friends laugh behind you and Storm and Jean handed Rogue money, knowing Kurt was looking past you at them, wondering what they were doing. You felt like a dork backing out of confessing and asking him to do something you could easily do, but you changed your mind at the last second that you weren’t ready yet.

“Sure.” He smiled, before bamfing off. You turned and glared at your friends, before walking walked over to Jubilee, seeing blood dripping down her shin and gravel from the court embedded inside of it.

“Ouch, let me clean that for you.” You said and wet a paper towel, ignoring Logan saying how she was fine and it was part of growing up and being a kid. You kneeled down and patted down Jubilee’s injury, soaking up the blood and wiping out any gravel from the wound.

“Here you are, Y/N.” You heard a familiar sweet, velvety voice beside you. You looked over and saw Nightcrawler holding out a first aid kit from the nearest bathroom, a charming grin on his face.

“Oh, um, thank you Kurt.” You smiled at him shyly, before quickly turning your attention to Jubilee. You didn’t see the look of rejection in his yellow eyes as the irritated twitch of his tail at that, before he sighed and bamfed off again.

*a couple hours later*

“Mein Gott!” The mutant shouted in surprise, also not paying attention to where he was going before tumbling backwards at the collision. You were on your way to training, focusing on wrapping up your hands to look where you were going. Now, you knocked down the last person you wanted to. You felt bad seeing the gorgeous man on the floor because of you.

“Kurt! I’m so sorry! Here, let me help!” You held a hand out to him, but he got up himself.

“It is fine.” He said simply before walking past you, then suddenly pausing and turning to you. “May I ask you something?”

“Sure.” You fidgeted with your hands nervously, anxious for the question.

“Do you…have I offended you in some way?” He asked, his eyes flashing with a bit of sadness.

“What? No? Why would you think that?” You asked, worried your timid behavior had finally kicked you in the ass.

“You tend to just brush me off, I’ve noticed. Lately you don’t really look at me, you respond with few words to me. I just thought…maybe I did something to scare you? Disgust you? Perhaps I…you think I’m a monster?”

You stared at him in the hallway, shock freezing your thoughts for a moment. How could he ever think your awkwardness around him could be because you thought he was disgusting? That he thought you found him frightening? You hadn’t realized how not making eye contact or responding curtly would come across to him, a man who’s been persecuted and attacked his whole life for how he looked. He was the most admirable, amazing person you’d ever met and you made him feel like a monster.

“Kurt, no! Not at all! I just…I do like you, I do! You just…make me very nervous. More so than I usually am…”

“How? Do I intimidate you?” He tilted his head in confusion. “I do not mean to-“

“It’s not that, really. I uh…I just really admire you, I guess. You make me more nervous than the others because…because I really like you…a lot.” You looked down at the floor, shyly looking up into his eyes. His face relaxed when he finally understood what you meant.

“Oh…I apologize for thinking so little of your actions. You are understanding and non judge mental, I should never have assumed what I did about you. How about I take you out to apologize for my ignorance?” He flashed his fangs at you in a charming smile, slowly approaching you before he was close enough to hold out a hand to you.

“I-I…okay.” You took his hand and sheepishly smiled up at him, allowing him to guide you down the hall. “I’m really sorry I made you feel like I-“

“No apology necessary, Y/N, really. I’m just glad we’ve come to…an understanding.” He grinned, bringing your hand up to his lips to place a soft kiss on your knuckles. You blushed and giggled at the action

[dinogoofymutated]

Hi! so far I've loved everything you've written about Kurt, Logan and Remy. 🧎🏻‍♀️

Could you write something about Kurt? where together with reader they are in the kitchen of the mansion because they can't sleep, and she finally tells him her concerns about the magnitude of her powers and Kurt with his heart of gold tells her beautiful things to calm her down and make her laugh, the rest to your imagination, I would appreciate it, you write great! Thanks 💙✨

SFW! Nightcrawler/Fem!Reader

Ok so I will admit that I made this a leeetle self indulgent. I was trying to think of a power someone could really struggle with and a fun one that I thought of was having necromancy, but having such respect for life and death that it feels wrong. I thought it would fit well with a Kurt fic because it's something that almost feels sacrilegious, and it's good to have a fuzzy blue elf assure you that you aren't a monster :) I know its def not power ambiguous, but I hope this is okay :)

Also, I know my writing style is a little different in this one, And thats because the first few paragraphs set the tone for my writing when I start and tbh I think this one just flowed from my soul to they keyboard.

TWs: nightmares, necromancy, gross descriptions of rotting flesh. Extreme self-doubt and self-consciousness. Basically angst with a happy ending.

You’ve been having nightmares again. They hardly seem to stop, but after a break in between the terror, you'd become too relaxed. Too comfortable. You felt defenseless when they started to begin again.

It’s always the same dream, different font. Bones cracking, flesh ripping as it’s forced into place, natural or not. Skin rotting off of once human bodies, sockets where eyes used to be. It was horrifying. You’d see your family, friends, acquaintances, everyone. Dead. Brought back to life by your power, the power you were still so afraid of. You were always afraid of zombie movies as a kid. Anything rising from the dead, anything breathed back to life in some sick and twisted fantasy. It was ironic that your very own strength was the thing you had always been the most afraid of.

Of course, as you aged and the professor took you in, the fear began to wear off. Mostly, it did. The professor not only taught you how to control your powers but also how to work around your fear. You can remember the confusion you felt when he had set a box of ancient bones in front of you. Fragments of titans, dinosaurs who had long since passed. Bones that would never be matched to an accurate set, parts of them being crushed to dust by the cruelty of time. Bones that only you could breathe to life, to bring them together as a whole again. It was convenient, the professor had told you, that you only needed a fragment to do so. He spoke as if it were a service to them. Most importantly, he brought you a box of bones that weren’t, and never had been, human.

He had taken the fear out of your power. Given you an option you had never considered before. Bones without flesh, without living family. Fossils that would serve you as you were serving them. You were… happy, with that. You were content. You could handle bones. You could revive these ancient skeletons without fear, and fight with them without worry. That didn’t change the horror of knowing the capacity your powers had.

    So the nightmares remained, and your sleep had become sparse.

    This particular night you were restless. Unable to sleep despite how tired you have been, but it’s hard to rest when there is only terror waiting behind your eyelids. After a while, you decide to give up trying.

The path to the kitchen is one you have memorized, even in the dark. You’ve always been told never to eat sugar before bed, but the only thing you want to comfort you at this moment is hot chocolate- so screw it.

    You try your best to be quiet while fishing out a pot out of the cabinets. The stove makes a click as you flick it on, filling the pot with milk before stirring it as it warms. The automatic task is comforting, falling into a routine you enjoy. You’ve just added the coco mix when the sound of a *Bamph* greets you.

    “Guten abend.” Kurt whispers, walking over to stand beside you. You give him a tired smile that he returns with a yawn.

    “I’m sorry if I woke you.” You say, face returning to a frown Kurt thinks you wear far too often. Maybe it’s good that he’s here because you realize you made far too much of the sweet drink than you had meant to. You get a mug for him, heart fluttering as his hand brushes your own when he takes it from you, thanking you quietly.

    “You did not wake me, Schatz. I promise.” Kurt says, pulling out a chair for you with his tail as he sits at the table. You nod silently, placing the pot in the sink and filling it with water before you join him, leaning against his shoulder.

    “Did you have another nightmare?” Kurt asks after a moment. His brows are furrowed in concern, and you fail to stop him before he takes a sip from the scalding coco, burning his tongue. He scrunches his nose as he sticks out his tongue, making you giggle for a moment. He thinks your laugh suits you much more than your frown, even if it happens to be at his expense. Your face falls slightly anyway, and he wonders if he could get you to laugh if he did it all over again.

    “...No. Not tonight.” The words come out as less than a whisper, and you doubt he might hear it if it weren’t the middle of the night. Little did you know he’d block the world out if he had to, just to hear you speak a little clearer. He hums in response, and you feel his tail slowly wrap snugly around your waist, the very tip idly stroking you in a comforting manner.

    “...Do you wish to speak about them?” Kurt asks after a moment. You huff slightly, feeling the hot steam from your mug warm your face as you do so. Still too hot, you think to yourself. Flashes of those horrid nightmares come to mind, and no matter how quickly you try to shake them off, they remain. You choose to think of Kurt instead. Sweet, kind, comforting Kurt. You want to bury yourself in his arms, sink into the feeling of his skin, and never let go, if only he would let you. He would without a second thought, if only you had known. You think carefully about your next words, and the visions of flesh and corpses hardly leave you.

    “Am I a monster, Kurt?” You hear a quiet, cut-off gasp from Kurt, and he turns to you. His face is pained, and he sets his mug down to place his hand around your own, still clasped around the hot cocoa. 

    “Of course not. Only a fool would think so.” His words, although comforting, only leave you with a worse sting in your heart. You can’t hold eye contact with him, staring at the reflection in your mug instead. Only a fool would think so. You halfway wonder if you count as a fool, then.

    “I, just… My powers, what I do. What I am capable of doing. It’s not right.” You take a shaky breath in, desperately trying not to break down here and now. “It’s disgusting. It’s horrible. Every time I find myself comfortable with myself I am reminded of what is possible and I spiral. I don’t want it. I don’t-”  

  “Liebling.” You let out a sob at the sound of his voice. Kurt is hunched over, pressing his forehead against your own as he desperately tries to catch your gaze- but you can’t. You can't bear it, and you close your eyes tightly. Kurt takes the mug from your hands. He cups your face as he wipes your tears, and you feel like even more of a monster as he does so. Sobbing as a man with a heart of gold wipes your tears away with love and care.

    “Please, look at me,” Kurt whispers. You try to stop the tears, embarrassed as you fall apart in front of the man you hold so dearly, but it’s hard. It’s so hard. Your chest stings, your throat is sore, you’re sure your nose is running, and yet he still holds you so gently. When your breathing evens out just a bit, you convince yourself to open your eyes again.

    Kurt’s gaze is simply concerned. There is no horror, no disgust, nothing but worry for you. Nothing but kindness. You wonder if you could be even half as good as he is. 

    “You are good. You are kind. You are strong enough to stand by your morals despite the nature of your powers telling you otherwise- and you have the strength to continue to use them and fight your fears anyway. You are one of the most incredible people I have ever met. Do not let your nightmares tell you otherwise.” Kurt’s hold is steady against your cheeks, and your own shaky hands reach up to hold onto his wrists. You sob again as he speaks. You know. You know this. Others have told you, but these words all felt like lies. All but the ones you’re hearing from his mouth. Your tears are slowing, and Kurt leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead, leaving the skin tingling. You whisper quiet apologies for crying, and he shushes each one, gently wiping your face with the soft sleeve of his pajama shirt.

  “I would not be here if I didn’t want to care for you, my love,” Kurt says softly. Your eyes widen, taken aback by his words. He called you many things. Liebling. Schatz. Love. But never my love. The words waken butterflies in your belly, and Kurt takes a moment to realize what he’s said. He swallows nervously, but he doesn’t pull away. You don’t either. The two of you are treading a line that you both desperately want to cross. 

    Kurt is the first to lean in. He does so slowly, toeing the line between you. His gaze remains on your own as he closes the space, nose nuzzling against your own as he gives you the time to back out if you wish. But you don’t. You want nothing more than to have what he is so freely giving. 

    Kurt kisses you softly, lovingly, and for once the horrors have quieted and are cleared from your mind. All there is now is Kurt, and his soft love. He kisses you a second time before he pulls away, still as close to you as he can be without falling out of his chair. You wonder how he can see beauty where all you see is terror. He wonders if you have any clue just how much of a good person you continue to be.

    He knows he would gladly spend the rest of his life showing you.

[little-bumblebeeee]

Hey ! Can I requestJason Dean x reader (she/her) where the reader is getting a lot of male attention and Jason get jealous, but reader calm him down and assure him that she love him ect...

Hey!! Sorry it took so long, I'm back in school and it's taking up quite a bit of my time, but I do try to put in a little bit each day when I do have time :) I realize you probably meant that JD and reader (most likely you ;P) were already together, but I went the friends to lovers route :>

JD watches as Kurt and Ram stand on either side of you, leaning next to your locker with sly smiles on their faces. He doesn't care what they're saying, he doesn't care what you're saying. He wants them out of his sight and away from you, he wants them gone. You quickly notice his gaze, dipping between Kurt and Ram grateful to get away from those two as you rush over to your best friend

"Hey, I was wondering where you were!" You say as he keeps his gaze off of you, a sour expression on his face as he closes his locker a little too hard, making some freshman next to him flinch like a gunshot just went off before scrambling away. You know something is wrong immediately as he doesn't act like this often. "Hey, what's going on?" You ask him, leaning back against the locker next to him, leaning so your face comes into his vision. JD takes a deep breath through his nose, trying not to lash out at you, as he knows you did nothing wrong. But he can't stop the fire burning within him, up his back and chest and into his brain, making his whole intentions fuzzy with pure anger. He shouldn't be this jealous over his best- and only- friend, you should be able to flirt with people, be flirted with, go on dates with anyone you want without him hating them with a burning passion that rivals even the hottest flames of hell.

"JD, come on. Are you alright?" You ask him. You have no idea what gets him like this, you just hope it's not something you did. He takes a couple deep breaths, scrunching his eyes shut. His chest feels like it's caving in, just breathe, in and out, in and out, in and- fuck it. "No, why would I be? All the time, I have to watch guys flock to you like you're some sort of goddess, I can't stand it!" He says, hitting his locker by accident. Well, you think it's an accident. "What? You're not my boyfriend, you have no right to be jealous of guys that I don't even like." You say, crossing your arms. It pains you to say it, but it was a knee-jerk reaction. One that you wish you could've thought about, because now you kinda seem like a jerk to the boy you like who also just happens to be your best friend. He sighs, rolling his eyes and running his hands through his hair. "But I want to be. That's the whole damn point, I don't want to watch these guys crowd around you all the time, call me selfish but I want it to just be me." He says.

You're stunned, you can feel your face go both cold and hot at the same time, you don't even know what to do. "What?" You finally manage to say. "Yes!" He says in an exasperated tone of voice. The bell rings and he walks away, only for you to follow him. "JD, come on, don't just walk away!" You say, and you can't help the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. When you finally catch up to him, he looks even more annoyed than before, and this time it is kind of at you. "Why the hell are you smiling? This is funny to you?" He spits, and you smile only wider."Im tired of them too, but that's not the point." You say. JD looks kind of pissed, but he's going to listen to what you say, because you're the only person he'd ever trust, and he doesn't want to change that now. "The point is, that I love you, Jason." You tell him. His whole face becomes one of shock and just.. awe. "What." He says, it doesn't even sound like a question.

"I said I love you. And only you. So-" You start, but the bell rings again. The halls are empty and the school security guard starts to do that slow waddle/walk thing towards you both, so you both bolt in separate directions and try to get to class before you're caught without hall passes. You might have gotten to class late, and your teacher is totally pissed, but you could really care less.

[thehermitsaltar]

Kurt Kunkle x male reader

Where he kidnaps the reader & has been stalking him online.

+ forces reader to wear a collar with his name on it

Maybe consensual sex later on because reader is really into it?

Tied up kink, marking kink.

A/n: This is the best request ever<3333 this request was so good that I had to do it immediately

Kurt Kunkle x Male reader

Warning: Smut, sort of dubious but everything is consensual.

All it took was looking away for just one second. Looking away from your mixed drink, coming back to it, unaware of what happened and what was stirring inside it. You downed the rest of the alcoholic drink in one gulp, your throat burning as your cup empties.

Your skin started to tingle and your vision became fuzzy and unfocused. You couldn't keep your thoughts straight, only feeling your skin heat up and the need for air rising above the haze. Pushing your way toward the door on clumsy feet before tripping on something. That's when it all went black. You don't even remember falling, or maybe you didn't fall?

You woke up and every muscle in your body felt too heavy to move, even opening your eyelids seemed like a challenge. Instead of looking, you focused on what you felt. Wrists pulled behind your back, tied together with metal handcuffs that dug painfully into your skin. You tried to shift out of the binds only to find them too tight, and now you realized you were tired to a chair, and you weren't alone.

You froze when you heard frustrated mumbling in the room and someone moving around, the sound of feet and things shifting heard around you. You couldn't help the groan bubble up in your throat at the dull ache becoming present in your joints.

"Sh-shit." The person mumbled before they stood in front of you. Finally fluttering your eyes open, cringing at the bright light, trying to adjust. "You're awake." The voice spoke again, a hint of relief in his sigh. Your vision focused on the floppy haired brunet in front of you. He was scrawny, and tall, considering the way he hunched over to be a few inches from your face.

You opened your mouth to say something, anything but all that came out was a soft rasp, throat dry and sore. Swallowing and trying again with better success. "Who are you?"

The man's face scrunched up before it cleared into a wide grin. "Im-im Kurt. I'm your biggest fan!"

Your face must have matched your confusion by the way Kurt giggled and leaned a little closer, his nose brushing yours while your eyes almost went cross with how close he was.

"I've been watching you forever! Since you started YouTube, really. I comment and like all your videos and any post you make on social media. Maybe you recognize my username, 'Kurtsworld96'?"

Kurt shifted away, kneeling in front of you and peering up at you with his big brown eyes. The drugs thrumming through your veins clouded all thinking, dulling the panic you should have been feeling. Only being able to focus on the way he looked at you, like you hung the moon and the stars.

"I've wanted to meet you for so long! We-we would be perfect collaborators- and- and I could take care of you!" Kurt leapt forward in excitement, missing the way you flinch backward slightly, jingling the cuffs around your hands. "And when you posted about going to Bobby's party- I mean it's fate really! I wasn't formally invited but me and Bobby are tight.." Kurt began to ramble and trail off, giving you a chance to glance around at your surroundings. It looked like you were in a bedroom. A desk sitting in the corner, posters littering the room and a mattress laying on the ground.

"I even got you a gift!" Kurt's voice snapped you back to reality, lolling your head to look down at him.

"What?" You mumble, watching him stand up and walk toward his desk, fiddling in the drawers before coming back. Standing in front of you with a hand behind his back. Kurt's free hand found your hair, gently grabbing it and guiding you to look up at him.

Kurt blushed at the way you looked at him, so pliant and malleable before him, lips parted and eyes glazed out.

"Pretty- pretty boy." He murmered to himself, chewing on his lip and removing his hand. Delighted when you keep looking up at him. He cleared his throat, revealing the 'present' from behind his back. It looked like a cheap dog collar made of blue plastic and black fabric, a small charm dangling from it.

Kurt rounds your chair, standing behind you and making you tense as his hands glide feather light along the side of your neck. He leaned down, whispering in your ear as he clicked the collar around your neck.

"I am not letting you go." His husky voice sent shivers down your spine, clouding your thoughts about how serious the situation really was. Only focusing on his breath fanning against your neck and his slim fingers playing with the charm on the collar. "You are mine."

You whimpered, struggling against the cuffs again, accidentally drawing Kurt to the bulge in your jeans. The alcohol and drugs in your system lowering your restraint but the attention was the nail in the coffin, pushing you over the edge of control and making your cock leak.

"F-fuck. You- you like that? Like being mine?" Surprise evident in Kurt's voice as his fingers trailed down your arms, hooking in the cuffs and tugging harshly to pull you impossibly closer to the chair, straining your shoulders and arms.

"Say it."

You chewed on your lip as you tried to sort through your thoughts only to whimper out a small 'please'.

Kurt pulled away completely, leaving you cold and missing his presence, shame flooding you at the thought of wanting the man who kidnapped you. Those thoughts left as soon as Kurt kneeled in front of you again, his face soft as he immediately started working on your too tight jeans. Finally ripping them down, along with your pre-cum strained boxers.

You pant and gasp when your cock springs free, slapping against your stomach with a wet 'plap'. You whine and squirm in your seat, keeping your eyes trained on Kurt while his attention remains on your cock. Looking in awe and drinking in your bare skin before his eyes landed on your cock. His jaw dropped a little and he practically drooled at the sight of your drooling member inches away from his face. Kurt's hazy eyes flicked up to you, holding your gaze and shifting in his spot.

"Wanna worship you.." He leaned forward, placing a hesitant kiss on your calf, eyes never leaving your face, looking for any sign you didn't want this. "Wanna take care of you.." He placed another kiss higher, this time on your knee, the warmth of his lips making you whimper. "Wanna claim you." His final kiss was placed on your thigh, inches from your leaking cock that twitched at the contact.

"I'm yours."

Your own voice surprised you when you croaked out the words. You didn't have time to regret your words before Kurt let out a breath moan, diving in and leaving sloppy, open mouthed kisses on your cock. You jerked your wrists, wanting nothing more than to tangle your fingers in Kurt's messy brown hair, huffing when you couldn't touch him.

"Fuck. Dreamed about this for so long." Kurt continued to press wet kisses along your cock, slicking it with his spit and your pre cum. His kisses turned into kitten licks, then into long, broad licks. "So pretty.. and sweet.. fuck, you taste amazing."

Your whines and moans go ignored, all of Kurt's attention focused on wetting your cock and tasting your salty pre-cum. His warm hand wrapped around your cock, jerking you off while his mouth sucked on your tip.

"K-kurt." You tried to pull his attention to you, trying to warn him of your orgasm that was approaching too fast.

Kurt moaned and pulled his mouth off of your cock, a line of spit connecting him to your tip. His hand sped up, thumb stroking the underside and swiping over the tip before sliding back down to the base. His half lidded eyes looked up at you while he laid his head on your thigh.

"Say my name again. Please baby." He pleaded up at you with a slight pout, his hand getting faster until your vision started to blur around the edges.

"Kurt!" A deep moan rumbled through your chest as your cock gave a final twitch before ropes of cum painted his hand and your chest. Your vision going white, the sound of your heart pounding in your ears, drowning out all thoughts.

"Good boy." Kurt whispered. His hand slowing, moving to your thigh, stroking it affectionately. You panted out labored breaths as you started to come to, looking down at Kurt lazily, feeling your sensitive cock twitch when you notice your cum splattered in his hair and across the bridge of his nose. "Made such a mess.." Kurt mumbles idly before reaching around and undoing the cuffs from your wrists. Your arms fall limply at your side, too exhausted to move anymore.

Kurt stands, leveling his tented jeans with your face. You moan weakly, attempting to reach up and undo his belt before he grabs your wrists gently, pulling your hands to his mouth for a soft kiss.

"Can I- can I fuck you?"

You would have cringed at his awkwardness if it hadn't of been for your cock already getting hard again at the thought of him making good on his promise to claim you as his. You swallow, making eye contact with him before nodding.

"Yes."

The next few moments were a haze of Kurt helping you to his uncomfortable bed, clothes being shed and hungry hands exploring your body, committing every inch of skin to memory. It ended with you on your back and Kurt nestled deep in your neck, biting and sucking bruises into your skin.

He blindly scrambled for his bedside table, pulling out lube and a condom. "J-just tell me if it hurts." You give a short nod in return, preparing yourself before a cold, slick finger circles your rim. You chew in your lip and groan when he pushes his finger in, quickly getting used to the feeling and craving more.

By the time three of Kurt's fingers were pistoning in and out of you, you were close to your second orgasm of the night. Moaning and clawing down his pale back while he stayed glued to your now sore neck, determined to mark you.

"I-I can't wait any longer." Kurt whined, finally slipping his fingers free, rushing to slip on the condom and line himself up with your entrance. You gasped when he pushed his tip inside you, hands tightening on your hips so hard you were sure they would bruise.

Once Kurt began pushing in more, he couldn't stop, slipping in in one go and bottoming out with a deep groan.

"S-So t-tight-" Kurt gasped out, shivering and shuddering above you. "Perfect, so-o perfect." He gave you no time to adjust before he's rutting into you, sliding out only a little before slamming the rest of his length back in with a brutal thrust, punching the air from your lungs.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him from your raw neck to look down at you. His lips were shiny and red, eyes full of lust and need as you watched him lose himself in your tight ass. His thrusts grew deeper and harder until he was pulling out until just the tip was inside and slamming back in, brushing your prostate with every thrust, making your eyes roll back and high moans escape your throat.

"Fuck yes baby, Iloveyouiloveyouilove-" Kurt rushed out before cutting himself off with a loud moan as he spilled his seed into the condom. His body shook above you, whines and groans falling easily from his lips as his thrusts slowed to a slow roll of his hips inside you.

He finally collapsed on top of you, his body sweaty against yours. You sighed and peaked down, face and chest heating up when you notice you came again at some point, your cock soft and covered in cum.

The only sounds in the room were yours and Kurt's soft pants before his soft voice spoke up and he reached up to play with the charm on your collar again.

"It says 'Kurts'.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Safe And Sound - Kurt Wagner X GN Reader

Title: Safe And Sound

Kurt Wagner X GN Reader

Additional Characters: N/A

Prompt: "I feel safe with you."

Drabble

Requested by @micheleamidalajedi!

WC: 500

Warnings: None :) Just fluff

There was a lot to be afraid of in the world. For some people, it's all about survival. And for others, they fall. You were a survivor, living in the X-Mansion with your boyfriend Kurt. He was just like you; a mutant. Though you couldn't teleport and you weren't blue... You had your own set of powers. And Kurt... He was your world. He was your rock, your anchor, the reason why you kept going. And Kurt felt the same towards you. You were his everything. His partner. The one who helped him get through his days. 

But some days were hard, and Kurt had his insecurities, and so did you. But, you both got through them together. Holding each other, cuddled on your bed in your room; relaxing after a long day. You held him close to you, his head on your chest, and he'd wrap an arm around your waist. That was where you belonged. With Kurt. You felt at home. No one could take that away from you. Not even death.

You two lay there, silently. It was already nighttime, and your bedroom light cast a dim glow against the wall, painting shadows on Kurt's face. He was beautiful, you thought. Like a little angel. His hair stuck out every which way, making him look even more adorable. His eyes were closed shut as he relaxed into your embrace, though you knew he was still awake. There was nothing more peaceful than this. You wanted time to stop, so you could live like this forever.

He hummed, nuzzling further into your warmth. And you stroked his arm gently, as you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. You wondered what he was thinking... If those thoughts were good or bad... If he was thinking of you. Or if his mind was wandering elsewhere... A million miles away. You wanted to ask him, but you didn't want to break the peace. You desperately wanted to save this moment. This perfect moment. Because right then, at this moment, you were happy. Happy with your life. Content. And because you knew that Kurt was too. He absolutely loved you so, and nothing was ever going to change that. Ever. So this was a perfect moment. 

You ran your fingers through his hair, enjoying the soft texture of it between your fingertips. And you sighed contently, closing your eyes for a second. Your heart swelled. It was such a simple thing, to love someone. Someone who meant everything. Who made you feel complete. Someone who made you feel loved. 

Kurt was in heaven. He truly was. Being there, wrapped in your arms was only what he could call "a dream come true". Every time you kissed him, caressed his skin with your finger tips, or even whispered sweet nothings into his ear, it filled him up with warm, fuzzy feelings. They were indescribable. He felt his heart pound against his chest as he whispered,

“I feel safe with you.”

[rikebe]

thoughts on x men evolution kurt?

i LOOOOVE evo kurt!!! i have a huge soft spot for evo in general (i love love love any animated version of the xmen and evo is so silly and whacky i cant help but adore it) and i think kurt is sooo adorable in that show.

i love how this version of kurt leans wayyy more into his mischevieous and silly pranky side than most other adaptations and i really appreciate that. i feel like its such an underutilized and underrepresented aspect of his character that it even kinda gets tossed to the wayside in the comics half the time, but it's one of the things that makes him such a fun, three-dimensional character. i think its awesome that evo chose to go with that side of him when other adaptations focus more on his melancholy, somber side (which i also love of course! but its not all there is to him!)

im also a huuuuge sucker for little brother and comic relief characters in general (bobby's always been my fave o5) and kurt rly kinda takes on his role of the silly team baby in evo. i adore a silly team baby. plus, kurt is ACTUALLY the youngest of three siblings in canon, so i can totally see him being the annoying kid brother who tags along with amanda and stephan and gets on their nerves.

i liked the more serious plot they did for him too with the whole thing with mystique. ill never get tired of that storyline i wont lie and i think evo manages to strike a good balance where kurt is funny and comedic relief, but you still care about him and when he has a more serious moment it works.

although i think he CAN be a little overexaggerated with his teen speak, i like to imagine that's due to his status as a non-native speaker so he awkwardly overuses slang to try and fit in. I gotta say that I think most of the time Kurt being a teen from germany coming to america is treated kinda weird (see: the reboot movies acting as if kurt doesnt know what a movie or a store is. like guys hes from berlin in the 80ies. hes not from fucking dorf schragensdiek mid-14th century he probably has done way wilder shit than suburban teen scott summers.) so i like to make up my own headcanons to make it make sense a little lmao. also as a german: we think american/english sayings are super funny and like repeating them as germanly as possible. its like a nationwide sport so kurt doing it for funsies would also be totally reasonable.

overall i tend to take a lot of inspiration from evo for my version of a teen kurt bc the way he's characterized could totally be a super young and immature version of the sweet calm fuzzy guy we all know n love. hes silly and pranky and kind of annoying, but he's also really caring and the way his relationship with kitty evolved from a silly crush to genuine friendship was SO sweet. i love when kurt is shown that way, flirty but ultimately completely unselfish when his affections aren't returned and totally glad to just be friends with someone he had a crush on. i do think it's really lame how he uses the image inducer all the time since kurt NOT using the inducer anymore is such a big part of his character arc, and him using it at HOME all the time too is really weird but... well, whatever. in total one hell of a lovable, great kurt.

plus his design is super cute. how can you not love that 90ies boyband middlepart??

[collectivecloseness]

I subconsciously always put my hand on my friends thigh whenever I remember something I had to tell them or I'm excited to tell them something, how do you think robin or kurt(you choose) would react to that

As someone who is pretty touchy with their friends (who like touch of course) and has touch as their no. 1 love language, I love this, and Robin and Kurt are some of the best examples you could’ve picked. So I’m gonna do both of them bwaha ❤️ (scroll down for just Kurt/see where Robin ends)

Robin:

Definitely already has a crush on you. She likes that you two being ‘friends’ means that she can be close to you. You two always sit super close together. If you’re sitting, your legs were going to be so squished they may as well be intertangled. Whether that be on the desk of family video, leaning into each other during a big scene in the cinema, or like now, where she’s on the couch with you at one of Steve’s small house parties.

You two had been drinking a little, which meant you were even more giggly, and while it could’ve come off as slightly less caring about being super touchy because you didn’t notice as much, it was more like you both had an excuse so you didn’t have to hold back from how close you wanted to be, thanks to the jello shots Steve had made last night.

You’d both grabbed onto each others hands, it wasn’t excatly a romantic hold, it was fingers bent in awkward places and squeezing too hard, but slapping your own chests with how hard you were laughing. Both your heads slowly sinking into the other as your laughs became only silent wheezes, desperate for breath, just having to cling to the other so you wouldn’t fall off the couch, and squeeze each other in place of breathing. Because Steve had just done something so hilarious in both your tipsy minds.

But then you both died down. Things were more calm now, and you’re both just sitting, squished together, but comfortable, as Nancy and Eddie discuss how they could easily break into family video. And as your friends talk, you quickly remember something you need to tell your best friend. And with excitement, you place your hand down on her thigh. Spinning to Robin as your hand jiggles her, squeezing slightly as your lit up eyes begin the conversation, with trying to get her to remember the context to what you’re about to say. Eyes sparkling bright as you bring up a past, shared memory with her.

Except Robin’s gone. Her mouth’s loosely hanging open. Her eyes more fuzzy. She’s just swaying as she looks at you in awe, nodding at what you say, while her chest and neck and ears flush.

She just felt... warm. Not in any weird way but, it felt nice. It felt really nice. Any time you gave her such loving touch, it always caused a spark in her chest, right down to her stomach. Including wherever you were touching her. Very lightly linking your pinkies, rubbing your thumb up and down her shoulder, stroking through her hair (and it was never just a touch, you’d stay circling your hand for minutes at a time...). Sometimes you two wouldn’t even be looking at each other. Part of a conversation, but not directly speaking, and you’d without blinking, move your hand just to touch her. Just to feel Robin. She always leaned into it, it made Robin feel better, and you’d always turn and smile at her when she did so. Both of you looking to each other and smiling like you were sharing some inside joke... or something intimate.

But this time it’s an even bigger thing. Robin sits there, mentally thinking about the fact it wasn’t just a tap, you still have your hand resting comfortably, on top of her thigh. She doesn’t want to move, for fear you’ll move it away again. Like when you rest your head on hers or something, and then it becomes a big deal if someone moves their head, and so you’d rather suffer a debilitating neck injury than move an inch. It really just does make her feel so warm inside.

She doesn’t want anybody else to be around, Robin wants only you, and simultaneously she wants witnesses in her friends, to be like ‘see? Do you see?’ to share those excited and knowing looks between her best partners in crime, and so she can gossip with them later, and ask if they thought that was flirty or not. What you looked like from their perspective! Especially Steve, her number one confidant. She kept trying to catch his eyes, so she could communicate with him to look at you, and then look back at her enthralled face, so they could discuss it in the kitchen later. Probably while jumping around excitedly as well.

And she was so happy she’d decided to wear her ripped jeans, because she could actually feel your hand on her leg!

Not in like a goblin way of “oooh oho I can feel their body warmth seeping into my own epidermis heheheh!” type of thing. Which Robin felt sometimes like if she wasn’t careful with how she crushed on you, then she was, like, sinning in some way. Which, after many talks with Steve, and you, a fellow sapphic person, about ‘other’ crushes, she realised may have been herself looking very negatively at genuine and innocent crushes and attraction, probably to do with being a woman and gay. And that crushes, romantic attraction, sexual attraction, any of that, wasn’t something she had to feel bad about, or ashamed for.

She loved how warm your touch was. How warm you were. She just loved the skin on skin touch with you! She just thought skin on skin was so... intrinsic, so innately homely and loving, and good. She could really feel your hand. The callouses on your fingertips when your hand started rubbing her thigh, instead of simply laying in place. Then the one time how your hand slipped under the rip in her dark jeans, and how her entire leg felt on fire then. How hard it was to sit still and not squirm in her seat. Until your hand went back, and she calmed the internal wheezing of her lungs, by focusing on your loving caress.

How soft your hand was, and how she’d actually borrowed some of your hand moisturiser, because you two got ready for Steve’s party together. Robin really wanted to go back to before, and hold your other hand now, too. She wanted to lay her head on your shoulder, like she did all the time, but with your stylish top falling off your shoulder by design, she just wanted to rest her cheek against you, and just be with you. Just be, with you.

Wasn’t that craving for your touch, your actual touch, normal? Robin loved being held by, and holding you. You always give her the physical affection she needs, sometimes knowing before Robin even has to ask! And with how she’d never crushed on someone like she did on you... she just wanted so badly to be able to feel you, and not be scared that you, or others, would question her because of it. Or, have you be able to do the same.

Robin can get into the conversation eventually. Always eager at what you have to say, and very into this juicy thing you’ve only now remembered to tell her, something you knew Robin would adore the info on. Because you knew her so well. Plus the excitement from your touch, from the fact you were so excited to tell her something, and that splash of liquid courage removing her filter on her mouth, meant Robin really was getting into her conversation with you.

It was only, after what felt like forever, when you’d finished dicssuing what you needed to remember, that you moved to take your hand away. But just before you can, and just quick enough it seemed like coincidental timing, versus Robin not wanting you to pull away, the flirty side of her brain takes over the tipsy, shy, simpy one, and she slides her hand smoothly back over yours. Finger tracing enchantingly up and down the top of your wrist, as her ringed hands held the back of yours, and held your palm comfortably into her thigh. Robin’s teeth shining, as she asks you something she knows you’ll be equally as fervent about.

It makes Robin feel loved. Like you want to touch her like that, because you mean it. That you want to be in a loving relationship with her. Or at least, that you care about her, and like her, a whole lot. Robin loves how comfy you two are together. And when you both drink some more, and your thighs end up on top of hers, because she’d gigglingly pulled you into her lap... well Robin thought that you both letting down your guards is the best thing that could happen. Because right now, her thumbs are rubbing up and down on your hips as she has her arms lovingly around you. And your head is leaning on top of hers, arms wrapped warmly around her in a hug, and hand rhythmically rubbing up and down her shoulder blades, with your finger occasionally getting caught on her bra strap, but you keep going.

She leans her head up to kiss your cheek, ducking it down again with a coy smile, as she feels your own smile on her. Her smile becoming even wider, when you peck the top of her head back. Now, as Robin’s hands are wrapped around your waist, she can’t help but not have her hands, resting on your thighs back. It literally just happened that way, and she loves that because you two keep falling into situations like this, so it must be because you both built up to them. And boy does being completely surrounded by you make her feel at home. Although, she really does want you to grab her thigh again... Not that she was going to give this position up easily. No way.

But when you touched her there for the first time... it was really one of those moments where Robin had to believe, no matter her self doubting, that surely you must be into her too. Or else why would you have touched her there? It’s one of those top moments Robin takes into account as evidence you like her. And one of her favourite moments with you that she replays in her head over and over every night with a smile on her face, just dreaming about you.

Or rather, it would be, if later on in the night, you hadn’t placed your hand excitedly on Robin’s thigh again, but then leaned in to kiss her minutes later. When her lips just looked too desirable, to not finally give in, while she was talking.

Kurt:

Not only does Kurt have a crush on you, but he’s also a teensy bit obsessed. He’s pretty sure he loves you. You’re pretty much the only person he focuses on in any room, even when you two are socialising.

Apart from selling his brand more of course, then he’s putting in the effort. He really works hard on his influencer career. He only cut himself off once from selling himself to a future fan, because he saw some guy bringing you to the balcony at a party, lightly touching your elbow as he lead you, and Kurt just had to know what was going on. Luckily there was loads of people on the balcony, and you just seemed to already be friends with this dude, so Kurt could breathe from where he was staring out the glass doors, behind a potted plant.

He just didn’t want someone else to swoop you up, when he was so sure he’d be able to take that step and kiss you soon! He had tried flirting, he didn’t really know why you hadn’t caught on, but you always seemed to really enjoy your conversations with him anyway, so Kurt was pretty happy with that!

Kurt is also very touch starved. You were the first person to give him a hug in years. Literal years. He nearly cried that night after you did so. He wanted to punch himself for not hugging you back sooner, not hugging you straight away, and having longer to do so. Because he was so caught off guard when you hugged him goodbye, that he just stood there for a few seconds, arms hanging dumbly in the air. Brain a dial up sound. His whole body in shock. Luckily he managed to softly wrap his arms back around you in time, thanking god you didn’t pull away when he acted so awkward. And after a couple of seconds of softly holding you, Kurt had squeezed, and kept embracing you tight. After that, Kurt never took for granted any of your hugs. He even got brave enough to hug you first, and it made him so happy you were always happy to hug him too :)

Any touch from you makes Kurt go crazy. Any. And I mean any. A twilight-esque scene happens where you both reach for the the volume knob in his car at the same time and yours hands brush, and Kurts hand is literally tingling the rest of the day. He keeps having to palm it, stretch it out, while staring at it in soft wonder. You high five him, you pull him, you even poke him, and Kurts heart is beating so happily in his chest. Those immediate seconds after you touch him, you could ask Kurt to to do literally anything for you, and he would agree in a heartbeat.

So when you place your hand on Kurt’s thigh... all hell breaks loose.

Kurt is a massive simp for you in a ‘he wants so desperately to be loved, and you’re the one person he actually cares about, please like him back’ way, and a ‘slightly pervy virgin, oh my god please let him touch your boobies, he’d actually do anything, you’re so pretty, and you smell so good, and he really really likes you, and really wants to fuck you, he’s so unbelievably horny’, way.

His whole thigh is buzzing, it feels very tingly and Kurt is very sensitive. His entire leg starts to get pins and needles, including his crotch, and his foot! He becomes extra sensitive than he already is, physically, and emotionally. Anything else from you is really going to set him off even more now.

He gets all flustered. It’s very cute actually. Also from the fact that he wants so bad to wriggle, to try and shake off the feeling of blood rushing down there and beginning to just slightly make him look bigger in his sweatpants, but if he fidgets you might move away!

You’re talking excitedly, but Kurt’s face looks... strained, to say the least. As well as the fact he’s a dark shade of red. You don’t want to uspet him by alerting him he looks off, so you ask if he wants you to keep going, talking wise, to which you get a strangled hum back. And then about halfway through your next statement, he lets out a breath, like he’d been holding it or something, panting just a little.

Your hand moves further up, literally only because you’re moving in your seat to talk to Kurt more, it was just because you were moving around, and you’re still talking eagerly. But Kurt doesn’t know whether he’s trapped in heaven or hell. He doesn’t know what to do!!! This feels so good, but the last thing he wants is to scare you away! He doesn’t want to freak you out, he doesn’t want you to leave because you think he’s weird like the rest of them do.

Maybe you’d think it’s weird he hadn’t been touched on his thigh before? Was it weird of him to be so... enraptured, by that? Would you think he was a loser for finding something that could be normal, so intimate?

Kurt gets a bit too flustered to really know how to handle this. At one point, while you’re really energetic on a sub topic, Kurt casually grabs a couch cushion right next to him, and just places it on his lap. But far up enough your hand can still stay luxuriously, and he nods as you continue.

But then, when you gently knock the back of his hand, to ask if everything’s okay, Kurt feels himself coming back. Wanting to act super cool in front of you, but also knowing you said you prefer the real Kurt, not the act he puts on. Which he tries to simmer down in front of you, even though he’s kind of just learnt to be like that in front of others. Kurt grabs your hand before you can pull it away, gently playing with it in his. His forearm leaning on his cushion, as he begins to smile, and starts giving his own opinions. Only getting more animated as you agree with him, and happily ask for more of his input in the conversation. You’re one of the only people who does that!

Kurt’s still very red, but you can tell he’s trying to flirt with you again now. His flirting is so awful, but you love it. You just haven’t made a first move yet, kind of wanting to see if, and if so, how, Kurt would make one. He keeps your hand close, even as you shuffle in place again, and it’s kind of awkward on your arm, but Kurt doesn’t let go. He’s still looking down at both your hands on his cushion, and playing with your fingers cutely, so you just move closer again, knees touching the length of his thigh.

Although if you were in his car, Lord help him. You keeping your hand on his thigh as he drives, when you two are ‘just friends’. Kurt might swerve to pull over, nearly wrecking you.

Flashes of pulling up to a gas station so he can quickly jack off in the bathroom, versus, saying he really likes how nice you are, and when you two hug and hold hands and stuff, it makes him happy you’re his friend. Or taking your chin and kissing you right there, before pushing you into his back seat and climbing on top of you, digging his hands into your plush thighs he can see through your shorts, biting them all over, before he forces your hand upwards, to feel his crotch through his sweats, pushing your hand there with his own bigger one, telling you what you did, and making you feel what you’ve done, how you should make it better, versus, explaining that he really likes you, and, even though he’s kinda nervous, haha, if you’d want to go on a date with him? He doesn’t just mean it casually. He’s really really likes you, admired you, cared for you for a long time now, and he really wants to be with you, if you’d want that too. He promises he’d be such a good boyfriend to you, if you’d take him?

But yeah, if you stroked Kurts thigh, and you were smiling up at him so comfortingly, he might physically cry. Or if you kept moving, if you sat even on Kurt’s legs, if you kept rubbing his thigh, he might cream his pants, completely on accident. Either in a sweet, or a pervy way, Kurt really loves you touching his thigh.

[stargazerley]

Remember It

I had a whole thing prepared and saved in drafts to continue after ep 5 but then I watched it and decided that particular post will have to wait. My thoughts on this episode are....well we'll get there. If you haven't watched it--Do that now because I'm not pulling any punches. Also this is very long so be warned.

As always I'm focusing on our Rogue and Remy moments. Those Jean/Maddy/Scott/Logan....that shit is not my concern. (Short answer it's messy as hell and I hate it.)

The episode starts with Rogue, Remy and Erik in the Blackbird heading to Genosha. Remy makes a comment about how long they are taking and Erik decides to remind Remy that the latter cannot fly. For what reason I don't really know, as if Rogue won't catch the Cajun. Rogue tells them to shut up and play nice. (good on her)

They arrive and Remy is unexpected again earning a comment from Erik. Soon after they are ambushed by Kurt (hell yes the fuzzy elf) who tells them that a lot has happened since they last saw him (though we are not granted the details). Kurt proceeds to show Remy and Rogue around Genosha. Here we get a glimpse of the mutant island. It's nice and everyone seems happy to which Rogue makes a comment about "him" being right. Obviously "him" is Erik.

We learn that apples apparently cost $10 to which Remy remarks on the price and Kurt brushes it off as a necessary evil (not his words). We then get more cameos of mutants (awesome btw) and eventually a long coveted Remy and Kurt scene wherein Kurt is everyone's favorite guy. He proves to be a "shipper on deck" telling Remy that Remy and Rogue belong together and they should cut the act and just get married. (Seriously I love Kurt. He rocks.)

Next up we have Rogue talking to Erik and learning that he wants her to rule Genosha with him (there's a whole scene with Moira, Emma Frost, Banshee, Sabastian Shaw, and Madylene). Rogue declines, offended that he seems to have set it up but Erik assures her that he didn't want this and that it was something Xavier would have wanted. He also proceeds to address Remy's feeling for Rogue as "you make broken men feel whole." She leaves to think about his offer.

She then goes to Remy and explains everything. She tells him of her past with Erik and how they had something special but it wasn't like Remy. Remy is understandably upset at the secrets, saying he was fine keeping things unofficial. She admits she loves Remy that he "lights up everything he touches" and that she "can't touch his heart." This leads Remy to tell her that "some things are deeper than skin."

She doesn't believe him and tells him she'll take Erik's offer despite not being in love with him anymore. Remy tells her that Erik will break her heart and that when he does, Remy will be there for her. Until then they shall remain as friends. (Seriously perfect this man.)

At the gala, where Erik is presented as the future of Genosha, Rogue makes an entrance as Remy watches. He leaves as Erik and Rogue dance, holding hands and being very physically intimate. He doesn't see that after a kiss, Rogue tells Erik that Remy was right- "Some things are deeper than skin." She leaves to find Remy.

All hell breaks loose as a massive Sentinel attacks. Rogue finds Kurt, injured and without her gloves she is unable to help her brother, Thankfully, Remy arrives and assures us Kurt is alive. Remy goes off to find the Morlocks and lead them to safety while Erik and Rogue help out where they are.

Remy and the Morlocks are attacked leading to a showdown where Erik is protecting the Morlocks and Rogue and Remy by keeping the latter two away from the fight. Erik fails and Rogue, grief-stricken, tries to attack the Sentinel, Remy stops her. The machine turns to a group of mutants, including Kurt and Remy charges in to save them.

He gets close but is impaled, at which point he says the title of the episode while charging the entire Sentinel- "The name is Gambit, mon ami. Remember it." Rogue finds him in a crater, dead- "I can't feel you."

Ok so more or less that ended up as a synopsis of the episode because the whole thing was basically about Romy. The Key notes we get are:

Kurt being a supportive brother and rooting for the relationship giving us a beautiful line "love is not without sin".

Rogue wanting to do what is best for mutant kind even if that means she cannot be with the one she loves.

Remy deciding that he can wait for her to be ready and will be her friend until that time comes.

Rogue deciding that Remy was right "some things are deeper than skin."

Erik accepting Rogue's decision and saving not only her, but Remy as well.

Remy proving that despite what he thinks of himself- he is a hero and a good man.

This episode broke my heart but handled the Erik/Rogue/Remy triangle very well. It is so mature in stark contrast to that of Scott/Jean/Maddy/Logan. Logan being the most mature person in that entire mess, knowing that Jean and Scott love each other and that he can be her friend. Cable (who was the orignial person in the series to say "My name is_. Remember it.) made an appearance confirming that he is Nathan and that he has already tried to stop the attack from occurring. We can only hope we get a chance to see him succeed and see Rogue tell Remy their love is deeper than skin.

Now if you don't mind me, I'm going to go find something to stop these tears. Until next time, "look to the stars for hope shines bright." (I know that's the wrong franchise but it works. Apparently the Watcher was visible in the sky at one point.)

[elvenbeard]

Y'know, I enjoyed Phantom Liberty so so so so so much. And I really want to integrate it into Vince's story somehow, but like... I talked about it in a prev post, at the time when you have to get the identity theft cyberware installed, he would nope outta there so hard. Replacing your face for a one-off thing, for something you don't really believe in, is just so much. He gladly helps gather intel on the Cassels, he would even help kidnap them (under the assumption they get out alive, but oh well...), but taking on their identity, no matter how cool and badass and useful that is in theory, and could be for his regular merc work even... he wouldn't wanna get it done even then, just how he wouldn't get Mantis Blades or anything like that, no matter how useful.

So I've been raking my brains and like... In the same vein I've been talking with various lovely peeps about how Kurt would've deserved more of a presence, more missions etc etc and that he seemed to fall a bit short. How awesome it would've been to side with him etc etc....

AND NOW MAYBE... that is my way to headcanon my way around the faceplate but still incorporate the whole DLCs story how I want to into Vince's story. I haven't played siding with Reed yet, and I think siding with Songbird is going to be my go-to, cause yeah. And since everyone double-crosses everyone all the time here, why not have Vince be a part of that too. Cause I mean, he agreed to helping Songbird solely for the promise of a cure, for his own benefit, and since he can't seem to win by playing along with either side, why not play by his own rules and just for himself?

So... at the point when he would need to get the faceplate installed, he instead finds a way to get into contact with Hansen to warn him of the FIA's plans. Get close enough to him to gain his trust and get access to Songbird. I think Kurt could get behind/ appreciate his iniciative and taking that kind of risk, they surely could manage to strike a beneficial deal (on the surface). Then, when the FIA arrives (however they're gonna pull off being both twins with having just Alex at their disposal- but maybe Reed would step in, or another agent, that I'll have to decide still), Vince seizes a good opportunity to get So Mi out of there, explaining himself and why he did what he did, and hoping she in return will understand why he had to do what he had to do the same way she asked him to understand her.

The details are a bit fuzzy still, but yeah... I am very fond of the idea, and like that Vince could go and get Songbird outta there without betraying himself even more than he already did by agreeing to all of this in the first place. No hard feelings towards Kurt whatsoever, but I think if their roles were reversed Kurt wouldn't hesitate to do the same, the way I've experienced him in my one playthrough so far.

Obviously not a cool move to betray Kurt, cause he's cool XD but as I said, in the end, this is not about forging long-term relationships with anyone, this is about surviving to Vince predominantly (although it would be cool if I could find a way to make it so he doesn't need to betray Kurt at all, or in a way they can remain contacts afterwards xD cause if Vince becomes a Fixer in the Sun Ending, having Kurt on his good side sure as hell wouldn't hurt).

[comicbookhyperfixationtime]

For the fictional character ask meme: Nightcrawler aka Kurt Wagner

Favorite thing about them: Their positive attitude! I’m not saying Kurt’s incapable of being upset or angst but I do love how his default is fun, especially on a team of sadbois (and girls).

Least favorite thing about them: He tickles people without their consent so if we met in real life I’d probably end up killing him.

Three things i have in common with them: 1. Theatre kid, 2. Love old movies, 3. Am also way too horny to become a priest

Three things i don’t have in common with them: 1. Am not Bavarian (thank God) 2. Cannot do a backflip 3. Nowhere near as sexy

Favorite line:

“Trauma comes painfully, quick and loud. Healing comes quiet and slow.

But it does come.

It does.”

brOTP: Kitty/Rachel/Kurt Excalibur Gang!!

OTP: Tough to say. Internet is making a good case for Kurt/Logan

nOTP: Hey writers it’s bad enough Claremont made Kurt’s first girlfriend his foster sister, why do you have to keep bringing that back???

Random Headcanon:

Unpopular Opinion: I am not sure Nightcrawler was ever intended to be furry. Like I seriously suspect that “fuzzy elf” was just talking about his hair and to be honest I have a hard time imagining him furry myself.

Song i associate with them:

I think he’d like it.

Favorite picture of them:

[jocelynships]

Sick Day

So. I came down with a little cold, and decided I needed a little comfort, which meant thinking about my F/Os taking care of me.

Now I was originally gonna write this with D.raxum but… I missed a certain fuzzy blue elf a little bit so… have this. It’s very short, not super detailed, and I still manage to slip in my TMNT fixation because I’m still very much obsessed.

Enjoy!!

~~~

Hey, Kitty, Bobby, Piotr and I are all going to the mall today to do some shopping and see a movie. I’d love for you to come!

Aw Kurt, you’re sweet! But I’m sick. I’ll have to join you guys another time.

The second Jocelyn had said she was sick, Kurt immediately dropped everything he was doing. The poor girl had no medicine, and he figured he could run to the store and pick up a few things to help her out.

Unfortunately that meant he also had to cancel on his friends.

“Aw man, that’s a real bummer Jocelyn’s sick. I would have loved for her to join us,” Bobby sighed, rather bummed out about the whole situation.

“Yeah, anything we can do to help?” Kitty asked, ready to drop everything.

Once Jocelyn had found out that Kurt and the others were the X-Men, her bond with everyone grew stronger. She hung around the mansion whenever possible, and it was clear the students even adored her. But the X-Men themselves were particularly fond of the human woman.

“It’s alright, I’m just going to run to the store and pick her up a few things like some medicine, then bring her some lunch. I know a family owned restaurant that makes some pretty great soup,” Kurt said, “I just wanna make sure she’s okay.”

“That’s sweet of you,” Piotr patted his friend’s shoulder, “Tell her we all hope she feels better soon.”

“And that we miss her!” Bobby added on.

“Thanks for understanding,” Kurt smiled.

“Of course, Jocelyn is our friend. And we know how much you like her, even if you deny it,” Kitty giggled, “But seriously, this is sweet. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.”

Kurt almost wanted to reply with a smart remark at Kitty’s teasing, but she was right. Kurt did like Jocelyn. Quite a lot. But that wasn’t the main focus right now. Getting everything and then getting to Jocelyn was his priority.

“I’ll see you all later, and I’ll let Jocelyn know you all miss her,” Kurt smiled, waving his friends goodbye.

After he had stepped out of the room, Kitty giggled.

“How much you wanna bet they’re gonna start dating soon?” she asked Bobby, who had a devious smirk come across his face.

“I give it to the new year, they’re both kind of dumb and oblivious to each other’s feelings,” Bobby laughed.

“We are not betting on when Kurt and Jocelyn are getting together,” Piotr groaned.

“I don’t think it’s gonna take that long!” Kitty shook her head, “Maybe a few months!”

“You wanna actually bet on this? Loser takes on the other’s duty for a month!” Bobby held out his hand to Kitty, who eagerly took it.

“You’re so on!”

“Why are you two like this?” Piotr sighed into his hands.

Oh well, at least they kept things entertaining.

~~~

Jocelyn let out a groan to herself as a knock sounded on her door. Whoever it was, she didn’t really wanna deal with anyone. She just wanted to stay in bed, sleep, watch some old cartoons and movies, and try to recover from this nasty cold she came down with.

She slowly pulled herself out of bed and shuffled over to her door. It was times like these she was grateful her apartment was small so she didn’t have to walk too far.

However, when she opened up the door, she wasn’t expecting Kurt to be standing there with bags filled with supplies, a bag of take out, and a turtle plush in his arms.

“Kurt? What are you doing here?” she wasn’t upset in the slightest, actually happy to see him. But she didn’t want to get him sick!

“I came to check in on you. You said you didn’t have any medicine, right?” Kurt stepped into her apartment, setting the bags on the counter by her kitchen sink.

He took notice of her hoarse voice, her red nose, and the oversized sweater she was wearing. She looked like she didn’t feel well in the slightest.

“No… I was gonna ask Peter for some when he got home…” Jocelyn said, referring to her next door neighbor.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that, here you go,” Kurt handed her a bottle of cold medicine, “Take some now, please.”

“Thanks,” Jocelyn smiled at him, opening up the bottle.

She hated the taste of liquid cold medicine, but Kurt was quick to grab her a glass of water to drink afterwards once he saw her shudder after downing the medicine.

Jocelyn never had anyone do something like this for her before.

“Oh, this is also for you,” he handed her the turtle plush, “I remembered you said you liked turtles. I didn’t see any hedgehogs or ducks otherwise I would have gotten them for you too. I figured it would help cheer you up.”

“Ha, you remembered my silly little animal obsessions?” Jocelyn took the plush and gave it a squeeze.

“I remember small details,” Kurt smiled at her, unpacking the bags for her.

She was amazed. He grabbed her cough drops and multiple packs of tissues, along with tea and honey for her sore throat. He got a couple cans of soup, some microwavable containers of mashed potatoes, popsicles, and some yogurt for her as well.

“You really didn’t have to do all this,” she began, but Kurt stopped her.

“No, I didn’t. I wanted to though,” Kurt opened up the takeout bag and pulled out a container of soup with a warm mini loaf of bread, “I also got you some homemade chicken noodle soup.”

“You’re really way too sweet,” Jocelyn felt relieved at the warm sensation of the bowl in her hands. She had been running a low fever most of the day and was freezing, hence the sweater.

“Go sit down and eat, I’ll make you some tea?” Kurt nodded towards her bed.

“Thanks,” Jocelyn bashfully turned away, hoping that the redness in her face could be excused by being sick.

The soup was a relief, it soothed her throat and helped clear up her sinuses a bit. And when Kurt came over with the tea, it was happily accepted.

However, when he moved around the other side and sat down beside her, she raised an eyebrow at him.

“What are you doing?” She asked between bites of the bread.

“I’m not leaving,” Kurt stated, grabbing the remote and unpausing the movie she had put on. It seems like it had only started, “Can I rewind this? So I can watch it all the way through?”

“Uh… No offense, I love your company and all, but I don’t wanna get you sick-” Jocelyn set the mug of tea down, only for Kurt to lounge back on her bed and pull her into him.

“Don’t worry about getting me sick, I have a high immune system,” Kurt started the movie from the beginning, “Ah, so this is why you like turtles so much.”

Jocelyn blushed, wondering if it was due to the sudden contact, or him lightly teasing her for watching the old ninja turtle movie from the early 90s, but she didn’t have it in her to fight him on this. She gave in, resting her head against his chest and pulled the blanket around her.

God, he’s so warm.

“Yeah. It’s a favorite of mine,” Jocelyn yawned as Kurt rubbed her back, “Not just this movie, but all of it. The cartoons, the comics too.”

“Hm, you’ll have to show me sometime,” Kurt rested his head on top of hers as she snuggled in closer to him.

“Yeah…”

It didn’t take long for Jocelyn to fall asleep. Barely fifteen minutes into the movie, and she was out like a light. But Kurt didn’t mind, she needed the rest, and they could watch the movie another time. Right now, all that mattered was taking care of Jocelyn. And if that meant letting her sleep on him, he was happy to be her pillow.

And if he got sick? Eh, he wasn’t too worried about it.

She was worth it

[venteii]

was so stressed abt what my first proper artpost would be but then it hit me... fuzzy kurt screenshot. hell yeah

I was playing around w a more comic accurate design, but took some personal liberties LOL i just think his design is very fun

[archangeldyke-all]

HEYYY LOVE YOUR BLOG YOU'RE AN AWESOME MUTUAL FRRRR. For the ask game: 🧡🐸🌿

ILYT <33333

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

hmmm... i LOVE pink, but there are certian shades of it that i do NOT like at all. like dusty rose/ mauveish pinks... not my fave...

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

hmm... i dress like a plus size kurt cobain asldfjslj but beyond my clothes i loveeee pink and sparkles and pretty things. my car has a fuzzy pink steeringwheel cover and pink dice on the mirror, my room is just a bunch of fun sparkly trinkets and cutesy things, it's very kitchy and feminine :) my friends compare me to ms. frizzle if that helps hahaha

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

ok my REAL favorite outfit is just a pair of leggings under my Emotional Support Sweatshirt (an oversized red winnie the poo hoodie i got at goodwill) but if i'm going out somewhere i think i'd have to say i love my summertime baby-blue dress with spaghetti straps (i got it in the maternity section of target years ago hahaha) and some boots or sneakers, with my favorite jean jacket on top (also from goodwill) and lots and lots of gold jewelry :)

[spaceorphan18]

Five Times Kurt Talks About Sex and One Time He Doesn't (Part Six -- FINAL)

A/N: So, this was inspired the other day by a Nonny who was asking about how Kurt interacts with others on the topic of sex and this little idea popped in my head.

It’s a little mini-series, and I’ll post one part a day, then I’ll get it up on Ao3 after it’s complete.

It’s set in a post-canon-ish world when they’re all living in New York. The whole thing takes place over the course of a day.

YES I'M POSTING TWICE IN ONE DAY - GO BACK AND CHECK OUT PART FIVE IF YOU MISSED IT!!

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Non-Conversation One: Blaine

Kurt sits on the edge of the bed swaying back and forth, attempting to keep his balance, as he holds a glass of water.  He’s supposed to be drinking the glass of water, but his stomach feels a little full, and not like it wants anything additional in it.  Still, he tries to sip anyway as he watches his husband -- his beautiful, sexy husband - come into the bedroom.  

“Santana went out like a light,” Blaine says.  He undoes his watch and puts it on the dresser.  “She’s on the couch and snoring.  I think she’ll be fine for the night.  Just how much did you guys drink?” 

Kurt hums happily.  “Ten shots.” 

“Jesus, Kurt, how are you still functioning?” 

“She had ten, I had nine, I won.” He snorts into his water, attempting another sip.  

“You both are ridiculous,” Blaine says, coming up to him. “Drink the water - I don’t want you vomiting on me in the middle of the night.”  

Kurt pulls at Blaine’s hand, catching him off guard, and draws him in for a kiss.  It’s sloppy and Kurt, admittedly, is probably using too much tongue, but he really doesn’t care.  He wants his husband.  

“You taste like raspberries…” Kurt coos as Blaine pulls away.  

“You taste like vodka,” Blaine laughs.  

“I want vanilla ice cream,” Kurt’s eyes are wide with desire.  

Blaine gives him an odd look, though, not getting it.  “How about we try the water first, and save the ice cream for when you’re sober.” 

“Noooo,” Kurt cries.  He reaches out to grope at Blaine’s dick through his pants.  “Ice cream,” he says quietly.  His own dick twitches with interest but with that much alcohol in his system, he doubts he’s going to get anywhere.  Stupid Santana.  Stupid shots.  He could have ended his night by fucking his husband.  And now he’ll have to settle for falling asleep.  

His bed does seem nice.  

Blaine laughs it off, and kisses his forehead.  “Maybe if you drink the water and make it through the night, you can have ice cream in the morning.” 

Kurt lets out a quiet, delighted ‘yay’ as he takes another sip.  

“We can take a trip up to the grocery store tomorrow,” Blaine says.  Kurt eyes him suspiciously - but there’s a twinkle in Blaine’s eyes that tells him Blaine’s being obtuse on purpose.  “You guys finished all my Cheetos.” 

“No Cheetos!” Kurt vehemently protests.  “No, no, no!”

Blaine’s eyes grow wide.  “Well we’re definitely going to come back around to that tomorrow.”  

“I’m not ever going to have Cheetos again!” His brain is indignant about it - but at the moment, he can’t figure out why.  

Blaine just smiles sweetly as he takes a step back to change.  He’s out of his shirt first, revealing a layer of glistening sweat on his skin.  Blaine always works so hard during his performances -- leaving his muscles firm and toned.  He then undoes his belt buckle and the pants go.  Followed by the underpants.  He’s not making a show of it, even if he is aware of Kurt’s eyes on him.  Not helping it, Kurt bites his bottom lip as he watches… Even flaccid, Blaine’s dick is the best dick of all the dicks.  He laughs at the thought, wishing his brain wasn’t so fuzzy so that he could play with that dick.

In the mirror, Kurt can see Blaine’s ass - so round and scrumptious.  See, Santana! He calls out in his head.  The mirror was a good call!  He could bite that ass if he wanted to.  Blaine would let him.  He has bitten it before.  

“No!” Blaine playfully scolds.  

“But…” 

“Kurt, no.  You need to sleep first.”  

Kurt scrunches his nose, letting out a protesting little grunt, as he attempts more water.  

Blaine puts on a clean pair of boxers, then heads back towards the bed.  “Okay, let’s get you ready for bed.  Sleep first.  Then I’ll wake you up with whatever you want.” 

Kurt grows excited.  “Even vanilla and caramel?” 

Blaine gives him a strange look, not quite following.  “Even vanilla and caramel,” he gives anyway.  

“Okay!”   

Blaine takes the glass and puts it on the nightstand.  Then gets him to stand, helping him out of his own pants, followed by the sweater (which takes longer than normal because it has a bunch of buckles on it).  Blaine’s hands are warm and soft and he doesn’t seem to mind when Kurt falls against him as they get him out of his clothes.  

The duvet is pulled back, and Blaine helps Kurt onto the bed.  “You are really, really pretty,” Kurt says, not able to help gazing into those honeyed eyes.  

“You are really; really drunk,” Blaine says amused in response.  

Kurt pulls him down into another kiss - this time a little smoother.  Blaine indulges, allowing for a little, light making out.  Kurt closes his eyes and relaxes into the bed, feeling warm and buzzed and loved and cared for.  He feels so good that he doesn’t quite mind when Blaine pulls away.  

“I’m going to finish up in the bathroom - are you going to be alright?” 

“MMmm-hmmm,” Kurt murmurs.  

Blaine pulls the covers over him, then kisses his nose and his cheek and his forehead.  “I’ll be back in a little bit, then we can snuggle, okay?”  

Kurt’s eyes remain firmly shut, but he grins as he thinks about Blaine getting into the bed next to him, moving in close so his arms will be firmly around him, and he’ll feel Blaine’s dick snug against his ass.  That’s just as good as sex anyway… 

“Love you,” Kurt says softly.  

Blaine gently kisses his lips.  “Love you, too.” 

Sleep is taking him quickly, but there’s one last lingering thing…

“Hey, Blaine?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I have a message for you?” 

“What’s that?” 

“Tomorrow - after ice cream and Cheetos you need to call Tina and let her know how to properly suck a penis.”

Kurt drifts off to sleep before Blaine is able to respond.