#nightcrawler drabble

[larcenywrites]

All About Fur!

Nightcrawler HCs

I have lots of thoughts about lots of things, and Nightcrawler’s fur is one of them! So I had to get a few things out of my brain 💙 Some x reader stuff in here too ;)

Warnings: a few sexual references | a few fluffy (no pun intended) references | no pronouns or specifications on reader obvi

⚜️Unfortunately, he doesn’t get any fluffier, much to your dismay 😔 a fluffy winter coat would have been cute, after all!

⚜️But even that short fur does get thicker and longer in certain places on the daily 😏 you may notice his jawline is a bit shaggy by the end of a lazy weekend 🤭 that there’s more fur on his chest when you run your fingers through it 🥺 his belly and a line above and below is belly button gets fluffy and curly if he lets it 🥺🥺

⚜️Even if you’ve typically preferred your past partners more… clean-shaven or well-trimmed down there, you surely can’t have any issues with his fluffier crotch and thighs 🥰 the saving grace here is that all of his fur is velvety soft 😌

⚜️Now, while it doesn’t grow any longer outside of those places, he is naturally shaggier in some other areas!

⚜️His forearms are a bit more furry than his upper arms

⚜️The backs of his thighs and his little booty have longer, curled fur 🥰🥰🥰

⚜️Rub a balloon on him and watch it stick :)

⚜️Bathing with him is fun because you get to play with his fur! Run your fingers through it! This is a feature, not a bug!!

⚜️Except now he’s more like a soggy kitten 🥺 a happy one at least!

⚜️The tail is surprisingly not just, like, skin! It is fuzzy! The fur there is very very short and fine, but still soft and fuzzy! It kinda feels like one of those lamb’s ear plants! Or peach fuzz!!

⚜️But the tip isn’t covered in fur 😔 just like the bottoms of his hands and feet!

⚜️He says belly rubs are degrading, but he likes them 😘 especially when that fur on his chest and belly hasn’t been trimmed in a while, he’ll absolutely stretch out and let you run your fingers through it during late morning cuddles 🥰

⚜️Don’t be afraid to pay extra attention to his quasi-beard, too 😉 it’s not the same as pubic hair on a human! It’s just as soft as the rest of him!

⚜️And for better or for worse, you won’t have to worry very much about beard burn, at least!

⚜️He really doesn’t mind being petted anywhere and everywhere— so long as you do, in fact, have a close and/or (preferably) more intimate relationship!

⚜️Though, if all your past partners have been more on the human-presenting side, you’ll have to get used to always getting a mouthful of fur whenever you want to kiss his cheek or affectionately bite his arm 😅

⚜️This also makes it a little more difficult to do body shots tbh 😔 not to mention trying to get any sticky wine out of that fur later 🤧

⚜️Among other sticky things 🤭

⚜️And when you’re trying to be sexy and trying to lick him down from neck to abs 😔

⚜️But!! At least he’s all soft and cuddly :)

⚜️You’ll probably literally be rubbing your cheek against his like some kind of cartoon couple! You can’t help it that he’s so snuggly 🥰

⚜️But it’s gonna get very warm under the covers— and not just because he’s getting frisky 🥲 sorry if you get hot easily!

⚜️Also sorry if you're ticklish 🥺 he’s probably trying to be very sexy and romantic by kissing down your stomach all slow and teasingly 😏 but those fuzzy cheeks are probably going to have you giggling and squirming away from him instead 😅 it’s okay, he’ll work with it 😘

⚜️His tail is also a major offender of this! Sometimes, he does it on purpose, but other times, he’s genuinely trying to be sexy when he wraps his tail around your thigh or waist, but it’s so fuzzy! It tickles!

⚜️And that’s okay, too :) he does love making you laugh 🥰

⚜️But there’s another disadvantage… sweat and fur don’t mix— there’s a reason dogs and cats don’t sweat!

⚜️Bandaids and fur also don’t mix 😬 but hey, it’s a lot more intimate wrapping medical tape around his arm or whatever 😏

⚜️And no! He won’t get fleas 😤

[justevelynnnn]

Here’s a super short Drabble I wrote at midnight 😩💙 I’ve been going through a crazy night crawler phase but ig im back now and no longer sex repulsed

⚠️warnings: just smut 😭

You moved with him as he thrusted into you, face pressed into his pillow as you inhale his scent. His hand pushes your lower back causing you to arch even more. It’s overwhelming.

You hear him say some pure, filthy sinful things and also some random German things as he gripped a side of your hip and increased his speed. Between that and the slick sounds his dick made going in and out of you, you were getting incredibly close. It was a perfect mix of roughness but also that usual gentleness Kurt has.

He’d rub your thigh and whisper sweet nothings. This was you guys 3rd round, and you lost count how many positions this man put you in. Though he’d never say it, this was his favorite position or at least on of them. He just loved your ass as sinful as it was. The way it moved as his hips met it…music to his ears. And the noises you made in this particular position? Drove him mad.

It was worth the sacrifice of not seeing your face as you neared closer and closer to an orgasm.

He’d slow and speed up. Tease and then fully go inside. He’d use his tail to wrap around and tease your clit.

Everything he did made you feel so good, you couldn’t help coming so quickly especially in this position. And as you shook and shivered, he’s still going until you really tap out

[reginaphalangelobster125]

For the valentines asks

Kurt and his non-mutant S/O going through the tidbits of their relationship (trying to hold hands, he having to go to missions, s/o gettin used to the Bamfing, insecurities they have about themselves)

I thought this was a really cute request but writer's block struck and I hit a wall. I will 100% be coming back to this as soon as I can but I decided to post what I have so far and turn it into a multi part fic, I hope you enjoy!

Despite your lack of powers Charles thought you would be a good addition to the X-Mansion due to your skills in technology and science. You were nervous about moving in, not because you were scared of mutants but because you were scared they would hate you. You met a group of mutants once and they really seemed to like you, they invited you into their circle and made you feel at home. All until they discovered you were human. You didn't hide it but they just thought your intelligence was your mutation. They threw you out and when you tried to reason with them they attempted to kill you. It was safe to say that you did not want to repeat that experience.

When you arrived at the mansion Charles showed you around and you met many students and a few teachers on your way. The first of which was Jean Grey. She was a little hesitant as this was an institution for mutants but she trusted the professor's judgement. She greeted you politely and moved to speak with Charles. She was explaining an issue she had in the lab and you couldn't help but overhear as they were right next to you.

"E-excuse me?" You started, stuttering nervously "What if you used-it would be easier for me to show you, may I?"

"Um, sure" She said very hesitantly.

You walked into the lab and typed some code into the computer and seconds later the problem was fixed.

"H-how did you figure that out so quickly?"

"Sometimes you just need an outside perspective"

"I couldn't agree more, what about you Jean?" Charles asked, smiling at how well you were doing already.

"Yes, outside perspective"

You continued through the mansion and into the kitchen. As Charles was showing you around you hear a strange noise behind you something of a 'bamf' sound. You turned around to see a blue tail sticking out from the open fridge door.

"Hello?" You questioned wearily.

He let out a small gasp, not realising his wasn't alone.

"H-hello"

"Ah Kurt, I see you've met the new recruit" Charles interjected.

"Nice to meet you Kurt"

"Nice to meet you too"

"Y/n here is an exceptionally gifted scientist and technology expert"

"Charles, I'm competent, I certainly wouldn't call myself an expert"

"I'm sure you are very talented" Kurt murmured just above a whisper, making you blush slightly.

"Well, we should continue our tour so we can get to work, would you like to join us?" Charles proposed.

"I-um, I'd love to"

Kurt followed by your side and slightly behind you as you carried on. The next person you ran into was none other than The Wolverine himself.

"Logan, this is Y/n"

"Hello, i-it's nice to m-meet you" You stuttered, not because of nerves this time, but laughter. You did your best to keep your giggles in but it was difficult. The terrifying centuries-old vicious murderer you had heard about had little kitty ears in his hair. Not to mention the inaccurate description his name gave him. You bit your lip so hard you feared it would bleed.

"What's her problem?" Logan groughly asked the professor.

"She's just a bit nervous"

"Hmm" He huffed out as he walked away.

Kurt saw you trying so desperately not to laugh and he had an idea. He made up some excuse to the professor and wrapped his tail around your waist, leading you away. When you were out of earshot he ducked the two of you into a supply closet and you burst.

"I-I'm sorry but that's the fear invoking Wolverine?! He has little kitty ears!"

Kurt laughed with you "I thought I was the only one who thought that!"

You laughed for at least a minute straight before you calmed your breathing.

"Th-thank you, I don't think I could've lasted another minute"

"I don't think I could have either"

It was at that moment that you looked down to see his tail still around your waist. He noticed you staring and quickly pulled back, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry"

"No, I-" You sighed, not quite knowing what to say. You liked the feeling, something sweet and close. You also realised that you were in a very small closet and were very close to each other.

"I suppose we should join Charles, he's probably wondering where we are"

"Yes, he probably is" Kurt responded and when you looked up you could have sworn his dark blue cheeks were slightly purple.

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[mousetheman06]

You think Kurt wags his tail when he cums?

Like it twitches or swishes around wildly as he gets close.

I feel like he whimpers or growls, depending on his position. He’s definitely a switch.

[aikohellscape]

Here are some more drabbles about Lance now that he’s colored in. I can’t stop writing about him :]

When Lance and Kitty first started dating junior year, he already had a few piercings—two sets of lobe piercings and an industrial. Kitty liked them, thought the silver stood out against his tan skin, made him look a little more rugged, a little more bad boy in a way that worked for him. Then came the eyebrow piercing—matching left eyebrow piercings with Toad, because of course, they did—and Kitty hated how much she had to respect the commitment to the bromance. But when he got the snake bites? Yeah. She was done for. Like, fully gone. Lance could have gotten away with murder at that point.

Toad got his first piercing on his own—his right eyebrow. It sucked. Hurt like hell, got all crusty, then rejected so hard he was left with a little scar as a permanent reminder of his poor life choices. He swears up and down that it was just bad luck, and definitely not because he ignored every aftercare rule in existence. But every piercing he’s gotten since? All done with Lance and none of them have rejected. So, obviously, that means something. Maybe he’s not superstitious, but come on. There’s a pattern here. The Lance Effect or whatever. Lance, of course, thinks it has a lot more to do with the fact that Toad refused to stop picking at his first piercing, didn’t clean it properly, and only after his body fully rejected it did he start giving a damn about piercing maintenance. But, like… shhh, Lance. Let Toad have this.

Lance and Toad never cared about quality when it came to their piercings. They just got whatever was cheapest—knockoff jewelry from sketchy kiosks, gas station studs, whatever they could grab for next to nothing. It’s not like they had Pietro’s setup, getting paid for the side gigs he ran for Mystique. Nah, they scraped for cash the old-fashioned way—aka, petty theft. Really, who needed expensive shit when the cheap stuff looked the same? That was, until Pietro, in all his smug, infuriating wisdom, casually pointed out that wearing anything other than surgical-grade titanium was basically asking for Magneto to rip the jewelry straight out of their faces. Lance and Toad sat with that thought for a full ten seconds before immediately deciding they were never wearing anything but titanium ever again. Pietro took pity on them. With the most dramatic sigh of his life, he dragged them to a real piercing shop and paid for them to get proper titanium jewelry. He still makes sure to remind them of this act of generosity every chance he gets.

Pietro, unlike the two absolute idiots he calls friends, doesn’t mess with face piercings. Why would he? Was the risk worth ruining his perfect face? Absolutely not. He was already hot—too hot, honestly. He didn’t need anything extra. He has a set of lobe piercings, and that was plenty. Besides, his speed wasn’t exactly piercing-friendly. You think jewelry wouldn’t pull when he’s moving fast enough to start twisters? Yeah, no. He wasn’t about to be ripped apart by his own accessories. Too much of a hassle. And let’s be real—he was already a lot for people to handle. No need to tip the scales further. That was until Kurt opened his mouth. Pietro still isn’t sure how they even got on the subject, but out of nowhere, Blue had the audacity to casually mention that Pietro would look hot with an industrial—or, even weirder, snake bites. Which like—whoa, okay, Blue, way to pick complete opposites. But also—for just a brief second, Pietro considers it.

[witofspaeds]

I have a headcannon that the slow section of Blue by Billie Eilish would absolutely destroy Mystique. I also headcanon that Charles uses this fact regularly to keep her in check.

Something about

You were born reaching for your mother's hand / victim of your father's plan to rule the world

Wrecks her shit every time

[n3kk1tty]

Imagine getting the X-Men into anime.

Your three friends had been trying to find you for hours. They had no clue where you had hidden yourself away in though I guess in hind sight checking your room would have been productive. Behind the door they could hear you singing along to some song that definitely wasn't English. When they cracked it open all three peaking in like some Scooby doo level of stacking on top of each other they spotted you bouncing along as you sang the opening song. Pajamas and messy hair evident with snacks galore no wonder they couldn't find you.

Kurt immediately took the opportunity to teleport standing above you snagging the chip bag from your hand as you tried rescuing your beloved snack from the blue fiend. " Hey not fair. Unhand my salty treat you fuzzy snack taxer." The man laughs at you shaking his head as he starts shoveling chips into his mouth. "Nein. It is your tax for disappearing after training." You blow a raspberry at him as you pull him down onto the oversized bean bag with you. " I got my new anime box set I'm doing some mental relaxation. "

Remy eyes the screen plopping down on his designated bean bag before Anna Marie joins suit. " Well this don't make no sense there not speaking English. How are you supposed to watch if you're reading at the bottom of the screen. " You let out a chuckle towards the Cajun as Kurt situates himself in your lap and the bean bag like a cat finding it's seat. " Aw I'm sorry Remy. I forgot you can't read but you did interrupt my bum time." The man huffs in response chucking one of your empty soda cans at you. Anna Marie can't help laughing as you two fight him throwing cans and you use your mutation to absorb the scrap metal. Kurt to tuned into the animated figures on screen to mind the constant movement going on.

After the three kept asking too many questions of what was going on after getting too invested you decided it wouldn't hurt to just restart the series and continue your binge fest with your friends. " If we're gonna binge anime y'all need to do this right. I'll put the first tape in and get the episode ready but you three need to go get pajamas on as well and fetch us some more snacks. " You pause throwing your wallet to Anna Marie. " I ordered chinese food for us all, make sure Remy doesn't steal my cash Anna when you guys see the delivery guy. " As you say this you can spot Jubilee heading back to her room across the hall. " Hey Jubes. You wanna come watch Ranma 1/2 with us. I just got the box set in today."

The girl looks excited but pauses for a moment. " Man I haven't finished the sailor moon set you let me borrow last week yet." You share a chuckle with the young girl ruffling her head. " Don't worry about it sparkler. It's not like no one's watched two series at once before. This is the last call though when they get back with the snacks I'm not restarting the series again. " The girl gets the message running into her room to change into some comfy clothes as you get another bean bag set. Staying in the mansion even quiet time alone can turn into a mini party.

You're not sure when Logan had joined the party but he had strolled in behind Remy when he had gone to pick up the Chinese. Thank god you got used to ordering bulk food because you never knew when someone would want some of what you were eating. Plopped on your bed Logan digged into the food making passing comments about the anime eventually getting sucked into it as well long after the food was gone. It was nice to be surrounded by friends while sharing something you enjoyed. After that night having anime nights became a thing in the mansion some how a revolving door of characters would show up.

It became such a thing you and Kurt would often mimic the fights on screen.

[aspartame-parent]

A lil Nightcrawler/Angel drabble

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Warren sweeps his perfectly coiffed hair away from his beautiful blue eyes, smiling a bit at his own reflection as he makes sure he looks exactly as he’d like to.

A simple night out in Genosha— A few drinks, conversation, laughs. A loose, yet perfect plan.

Kurt stands behind him and to the side, already being ready to go himself. He smiles as he watches Warren spiff himself up, currently carding his fingers through his feathers for a moment.

“Y’know..” Kurt steps closer to Warren, smiling a bit, “I know you hear this all the time— It’s even in your name… But you’re so beautiful, you look angelic.”

Warren looks at Kurt through the mirror before turning to face him, both close now.

He smiles at the compliment, his eyes softening. “Somehow, it means more from you.”

Kurt smiles wider at Warren’s smile, his tail swishing behind him. He looks over Warren’s features, as if waiting for a joke. “And why’s that?”

Warren smiles— It’s fond, though it feels laced with a sense of melancholy.

“Because you actually believe in angels.”

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[larcenywrites]

Hey, I saw that you were taking requests for Kurt, and I have an idea that I would like you to write please. Can you do a Nightcarwler X Reader story where Kurt had a bad day from an unfavorable encounter from earlier that day from an anti-mutant crowd, which called him a monster and demon and other bad things, despite him just wanting to help people. Kurt is now feeling a bit depressed and insecure about his unique appearance. The reader helps reassure him that he’s beautiful and comforts him, and their bonding eventually escalates to NSFW stuff. I would prefer the reader to be of the male sex, but ultimately the reader can be whatever sex you decide. Thank you so much for your time 😊

(I’m sorry this isn’t funny-)

So sorry it took so long D: but I hope this is okay :)

What It Means To Be Human

Nightcrawler x M!Reader

Warnings: male reader but no pronouns used | unprotected because I’m always a slut | do I even have to say a little tail action?? It’s nightcrawler 😏 | some light oral | “somehow” I got into my tongue and spit kink a lil tiny bit sorry | porn with plot but at least the plot is loving on Kurt 😚

Word count: ~2,100

It was hardly late afternoon, and already the day had gone to shit. For a handful of people, that is, but unfortunately, that handful included your people and, more importantly, your person. Rogue had already told you about the angry mom of humans. The usual, as she'd typically describe it. But you knew that for Kurt, "the usual" was a little more serious than the term made it sound and a whole lot more familiar— Personal, even.

You quickly made your way to your bedroom, immediately noticing the lump beneath the sheets. You climbed into your side of the bed, lifting the covers to reveal the furball underneath. "You're in bed early," you comment softly, trying to keep a lighthearted edge to your tone. He didn't respond, but after a few moments of playing dead, he finally shifted, sifting up next to you and crossing his legs. Downcast golden orbs studied the sheets.

"You okay?" You ask softly, already knowing the answer. In his silence, you study his bare chest and low-waisted pajama pants, clearly drained from his earlier encounter.

"Yeah," Kurt eventually mumbles back. He turns to look at you, tired eyes studying yours, picking up that you already know. "It shouldn't bother me anymore," he deflects, looking down again.

With a sigh, you lean against him, not taking your eyes off him. "It's okay for it to bother you," you reason, leaning against him to be shoulder-to-shoulder and hip-to-hip. "You don't have to be strong all the time," you continue. "You've had to deal with their name-calling for way too long."

"The name-calling I can handle," he quickly replies. "It's being considered less than human that gets under my skin," he remarks, tail thrashing behind him and resting around you. It was tempting to just tell him it didn't matter what they thought, but for someone like him, it unfortunately does matter. He's had to spend his whole life proving it just to continue helping the very people who ostracize him.

Wanting to take away from the somberness for a moment, you suddenly push a finger between his lips to press at a fang, making him open his mouth a little. "What, you're telling me these things aren't human?" You tease lightly, watching him shrug away.

"Those are probably the most human thing about me," he retorts, clearly trying not to smile as he looks down.

"Then maybe that's why they're not my most favorite thing about you," you tease back, making him snort softly. You study him quietly for a few moments before speaking again. "You know, if they gave you a chance, they would find that you are the most human of us all," you add on much more seriously, resting on his shoulder and watching his reaction.

"That's the issue," he replies somberly, resting his cheek against your head. "I don't think any of us are going to get the chance to prove that."

The statement hangs in the air for several moments. They would never understand what he's done to be like them, nor what he's been through to be just himself, and each time getting the same treatment.

"They know not what they do," he repeats a verse that has left his lips plenty of times, fingers rising to fumble with the silver cross that hangs from the chain around his neck. "That doesn't make it hurt less," he confesses.

With a heavy sigh, you lift your head again to look at him properly. "Everything that you are now is because you don't look human," you state bluntly but lovingly, bringing a hand to his cheek and tilting his face towards you. "And is exactly why you're beautiful," you add tenderly, making him look down shyly.

"I know what I am, liebe," he replies quietly, almost defeatedly, leaning into your touch with a soft sigh. "And what I am not," he continues with conviction, a hint of a double meaning behind his words and a gleam of determination in his solid yellow eyes when they glance back up at you.

You smile softly at him, rubbing your thumb over the fur of his cheek before tracing over his lips. He may, in fact, look like a devil, but he was a handsome devil— your handsome devil.

"I don't know," you start. "They might've been right about one thing…" you insinuate, a hint of suggestiveness in your tone and a mischief in your eyes that he knows well.

"Oh, the 'handsome devil' line again; how clever," he mutters sarcastically before you can even continue, glaring at you with a badly hidden grin.

"Oh, you like it," you retort as you lean into him with a mocking pout.

"I do," Kurt's low chuckle breathes against your lips after happily leaning in with you, the grin he'd been trying to hide now on full display. The soft fur on his face tickled your cheeks and nose as you connected in a kiss. Something short but sweet, loving but innocent. Just the human connection he probably needed after today.

With lips brushing and noses bumping, both of you simply rested against one another for a moment, letting him enjoy some peace of humanity with a soft sigh. You could practically feel his sly grin as he pressed a deeper kiss to your lips, his tail unfurling from your arm to curl over your leg. With your own knowing grin, you eagerly kissed back, playing with the broad tip of his tail.

Kurt teasingly bites into your bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away just enough to let you see the mischievous gleam in his golden eyes and smirking fangs, challenging you to bite back. Shifting yourself to your knees, you plant a hand in the soft fluff of his chest while simultaneously diving into his neck. This time, you sink your teeth into him, still not entirely used to the feeling of fur against your tongue, nor his slinking tail around your thigh.

Lulling his head to the side to give you more room to ravish his throat, his tail tightens around your thigh in excitement, and hands find their way under your shirt, squeezing your sides with similar enthusiasm before wrapping his arms around you instead. His tighter embrace convinces you to fall with him. Right where he wanted you.

Despite his lithe form, Kurt easily rolls you both, switching positions to have you underneath instead. With his arms still hooked around your lower back, it was also his turn to sink his teeth into the crook of your neck, fangs pricking at your skin. You hum lowly and wrap your arms around his back, trailing over the velvety feel of his fur and playing with the longer curls on the back of his neck.

Without warning, he ground into you, making you hiss from the sudden friction. The sound spurred him on, deeply rolling his hips into yours in search of more. The rough fabric of your jeans was both frustrating and delicious, creating just enough tension to have you both twitching and humming in pleasure, but leaving far too much distance between your aching cocks. Yet, you continued, feeling Kurt's hot breath panting over your ear.

The strong hands on your back gripped onto your waist, sliding over your ticklish skin and riding your shirt up with them. He barely lifted himself, letting you take his cue to undress, hardly throwing your shirt to the side before that fluffy chest pressed against yours again. Lips passionately pressed against yours, with tongue tracing your lip and a hand sneaking down to the button of your pants.

You parted your lips only for him to pull away, sitting up to properly straddle you. Your hips twitch towards him in anticipation as he unfastens your jeans with a familiar precision. It's not long before you've both managed to shimmy the rest of your clothes onto the floor.

Now nude beneath him, Kurt eagerly flattens his tongue against your tip, fangs barely peaking from beneath his lips. At your low moan, he continues down your length, purposefully leaving behind a messy trail of saliva and licking back up to gently suck the head of your cock. He's just as sloppy, making sure to coat your length in his dripping spit and using his tongue to spread it.

You can't help but bury your hand into the soft blue and indigo hues of his hair with a soft groan, threading your fingers through his curls. Barely lifting his head enough to make your hand fall to his cheek instead, Kurt gives your palm the same treatment, licking over your skin with an obvious intent in his eyes, simultaneously hooking a thumb beneath the waistband of his pajama pants and awkwardly tugging them off. But there wasn't much time to mull over his graceless maneuver when his own hard length springs out.

As he straddles your waist again, you eagerly take his cock into your wettened hand, digging your other into the thicker fur on his thighs. His moans are soft, like the rest of him, letting you slowly jerk him off while he struggled to align himself with twitching hips. Peach fuzz tickles your thigh as that not-so-sneaky tail sneaks around your leg and tightens on cue with its owner as he sinks onto you. Your own hips thrust up to try and meet him, making the cock in your hand jump.

Kurt moans through bared fangs, caught between the feeling of your gentle touch circling under his leaky tip and heavier pressure filling him, involuntarily rolling his hips even while trying to adjust. The movement, or the lack thereof, left you just as tense and twitching inside him. Panting in frustration, you moved your hand along his shaft again, hoping to spur him on.

With another roll of his hips, he couldn't stop himself from practically grinding on you, lips parting as his gaze is drawn to where your hand pleasures him. He licks his lips at the sight, only moments later letting saliva drip from his mouth and into the base of his dick, making you curse under your breath as you spread it over his sensitive flesh.

Kurt plants his hands on either side of you, back arched and hips finally lifting. You both groan softly, slowly moving against one another. Your nails dig into his thigh and your hand on his cock struggles to match the slow pace. Desperate to chase after the feeling, it's not long before he speeds up, bouncing higher each time.

The long chain that hung from his neck dangled wildly with his movements, a hand coming to your lower tummy to steady himself a little and to brush his fingers over your skin. Lying your head back with a groan aimed at the ceiling, you peered down at him through your lashes, his parted lips panting and the thick curls that hung over his forehead softly bouncing each time his hips reconnected with yours.

The closer you got, the harder it became to keep a steady pace stroking him. With a whimperish moan, he shoos you away, taking his aching cock in his hands, movements desperate as he jerks himself off. You take the other furry thigh in your hand, holding onto him and watching closely. Kurt tenses around you and stops abruptly, working at his blush-red tip and obviously close. Just as desperate for more friction, you thrust up to meet his stilled form, making him moan loudly.

Keeping his hips in your grasp while you fucked into him, it didn't take much longer before he lurched forward, movements slowing as he finally came, dripping onto your stomach with a panted sigh that showed off his fangs. The sight had your own movements faltering, sporadically rolling your tensing hips against him as you released yourself inside him.

Kurt releases himself as you both still, hunched over you and squirming. You're both panting, your hands playing with his fur and his thumbs barely brushing at your sides. The constricting tail around your leg finally unravels itself as he lifts himself from you, falling into your side with his fuzzy cheek on your shoulder and knees drawn up against you. You quickly reached over to the nightstand for a few tissues, taking care of the pool of cum on your stomach.

With his tail curling over your waist once you settled again, he cuddles into you, kissing at your shoulder before turning to meet your lips. Entwined with you in the sunlit room, maybe this was all it took to be human. Something he didn't have to share, something he didn't have to prove. Somewhere where he didn't need to be anything other than loved.

[kurtty-drabbles]

"You look like you need a hug." Prompt #28 please. :-)

@dannybagpipesarecalling set in Evo verse.

In honour of the bad retcon, lets hear from Raven being a shitty parent.

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Meeting villains is not a concept Kitty Pryde is unaware. In her young years, villains had another name and she faced them always proud in her name. However, as she is now an X-Men (in training as Scott would interjects or scowl) villains have a more comic-book's apparence.

The idea is still the same. Magneto is a villain with a complex past. "His past doesn't excuse his actions" Kitty mutters to herself as she gathers her bag and leaves the danger room.

And the villain who causes more problem shall be named Raven. Jean arrives in the hall, her shinning red hair is easy to spot, the frown is a new thing. "Hi Kitty...just scanning to see...if SHE is really gone" Jean puts her hands on her temples. "And so far, she is very much gone"

Kitty nods. Who detest Raven more?

☆Ororo?

☆Jean?

☆Scott?

☆Logan?

☆Rogue?

"How is Rogue?" Kitty asked as their last meeting is less 'mother and daughter reunion' and more a case of a Larry Spring.

"Angry, but fine. Raven didn't do much demage on her" Jean replied.

"Only on Kurt..." Kitty answers and it makes her mood switch. Jean nods sadly, the red hair asks if Kitty could talk to him. So far only few people menaged to get a few words from elf boy.

Kitty comes upstair and see...his room with the door open. The elf is mooping on the bed.

"Hey, elf..." Kitty speaks gently. "You look like you need a hug"

Kurt doesn't need to say anything else and hugs her.

Raven is a horrible mother.

Kurt will survive because he has people who care for him.

[pandagirl45]

I thought of some Warshield stuff. Steve and Rhodey adopted Kurt after they married. In Kurt's view his two dads are very affectionate.Once Kurt asked them about the Superhero Civil War. They stuttering and unable to answer.

O.O!! You are a genius!!!

That'll be the most awkward and tensed conversation. Especially the reasons. Steve and Rhodey being both who broke the rules and went beyond leadership. It can be something likes this (and please you and anyone else, add. This is so good!!):

Kurt peered up from his birthday cake, earlier his parents told him he can get anything he wants. Kurt already know his birth mothers, he already knows what they do. Of course he already knows about their marriage. Seven or odd years. They are gross and he wonders though. His cousin mentioned it once, a laugh leaving his body, "the incident" he called it.

Kurt stared confused and ultron clamped down, apologizing and suggesting to ask.

So, he is here wondering what he wants and that is what he wants. What was the incident? What was so easy for his cousin to laugh about, an inside joke but he doesn't know it.

"Dads," his dad and papa stopped their share of doing the dishes, kurt on his knees blinking his bright yellow eyes.

"Yes kurt?" Steve gave a smile leaned against the counter hands drying in the towel. Rhodey taking a bite out of a pizza.

Kurt watched them both, affectionate touches and loving eyes, "what is... the incident?"

His pop choked on his second bite of pizza and his dad eyes widening, a shame there forming. Tilting his head in confusion, kurt furrowed his brows taking in the reaction, "is it bad?"

A curse in Gaelic, his dad rubbed at his arm, fingers clasping "ah... that..."

His pop cleared his throat, eying his dad before he tried, "well," a mumble about tomes would be better at explaining this. His cousin father would explain it easier? Another mention of his other uncle being able to put into words from his dad, "kurt... it was... a fight."

Okay? They fought villains all the time, staring at them with a squint, he heard his dads fidget, hands grasping on each other, pop rubbing at the pulse of dad's wrist and thumb. Kurt puffed up before bamfing to them, "about what?"

Steve let go, picking up their child, shame welling up, sea green eyes darting to rhodey. Rhodey own awkward shame appearing, "we...... fuck..."

"A dollar for the swear jaw dad," kurt hummed out hugging around steve neck. He let his tail twist mindlessly around rhodey wrist, "but I want to know for my birthday."

Stalling, he knows they are but his pop kissed the crown of his head, "Alright owlette, ah, its... a mess of a story."

Rhodey mumbled softly against the shell of steve ear, "I'll get the chocolate milk."

Steve wondered how their son was going to react to this, "thanks honeybear." Hearing kurt make a disgusted noise follow by a laugh, help soothe the eventual story time bomb rhodey and himself will tell.

Christmas crackers, he wish he was tony and bucky when it comes to this.

Something like that, it can go so many ways! But it is the first thing that stuck with me. :)

[mousetheman06]

Hear me out here:

Logurt angst with the song “Blue” by Halsey.

Specifically the chorus.

“Everything is blue, his pills, his hands, his jeans” -Kurt

“Everything is gray, his hair, his smoke his dreams” -Logan

Might make an animatic later if I have the energy for it 🖤🪻

[aikohellscape]

Im working on this Evo nightsilver fic on and off since 2019. I only really got into it while I was manic. So now I have to go back and deep edit so the characters are more themselves and not just pining idiots right off the bat. I pulled out my sketchbook and have written down the plot so I can see where things are clearly too rushed. I feel bad cuz theirs this one active reader who’s always in my comments (I love her she’s so nice) and now she’s gotta reread all my bullshit if she wants to be up to date. Cuz I’m making major plot shifts to push the actual story line, I’m trying to push myself threw the editing so I can focus on the part I want to work on, Lance, Toad, and Tabitha. So i wrote some small things to help me cope with being stuck editing

Here are some fun little drabbles from my fic:

Toad is 100% the Brotherhood’s biggest stoner and unofficial weed dealer, always carrying pre-rolled joints like it’s part of his daily essentials. He’s got a steady supply from some sketchy high school connections and will smoke just about anywhere, anytime. Lance, being the opportunist he is, bums one off him at least once a week—not because he doesn’t have his own stash, but because why waste his when Toad practically hands them out for free? It’s an unspoken agreement at this point. Toad never complains, and Lance never thanks him, but they both know the deal.

Toad and Lance have a standing tradition of getting their piercings done together, hitting up the same slightly sketchy shop run by some dude who definitely doesn’t check IDs too hard. Lance plays it cool like it’s no big deal, but Todd treats every new piercing like a badge of honor, hyping it up way more than necessary. Meanwhile, Tabitha? Absolutely not. She has standards. No way she’s letting some back-alley piercer with a questionable sterilization routine put a hole in her body. She’s got her own guy—professional, expensive, probably does celebrity clients on the side—and she never lets the boys forget it.

Lance is Peruvian, not that he really talks about it though. Family isn’t exactly an easy topic when you’ve spent more time in the foster system than with the people you came from. Most of his early memories are hazy, blurred at the edges, but one thing that’s always stuck with him is the sound of his mom playing Peruvian cumbia while she cleaned the kitchen. He doesn’t remember much else—what she looked like, the exact shade of her eyes—but he remembers that. The music, the warmth, the way the whole house smelled like lime and cilantro. Sometimes, late at night, when everything’s too quiet, he’ll pull up an old cumbia playlist and let it play low in the background. He misses her. He just… never says it out loud.

Before the amnesia, Kurt had this habit of picking out jewelry for Toad, always keeping an eye out for pieces that would suit him. Toad acted like he didn’t care, like he’d wear whatever just to humor him, but the truth was, he never took off the stuff Kurt picked—especially the little star-shaped septum ring. It was Kurt’s favorite, said it made Toads canines stand out when he grinned, which made Toad show his teeth more often, made him smile a little wider. He’d never admit it, but even now, with Kurt not knowing who he is, Toad still wears it hoping Kurt will remember why it’s important.

Before the amnesia, Pietro barely spared Kurt a second thought. Sure, they argued sometimes—Pietro lived to get under people’s skin, and Kurt, bless his heart, was basically Xavier’s walking, talking success story. Too easy to poke at, too predictable in the way he’d get frustrated, which made it fun. But it wasn’t deep. Not to Pietro. Just another way to entertain himself, another game to play. Kurt, though? Definitely took it deeper than it was meant to be. Maybe it was just frustration, maybe it was something else buried too deep for even him to recognize, but Toad saw it. Saw the way Kurt would get way too in his head after a fight, the way his tail flicked sharply whenever Pietro so much as breathed too cockily in his direction. Yeah, maybe Toad tried to steer him away from that mess, kept nudging him toward literally anyone else, because come on, Speedy was the worst option possible. Not that he was jealous. Nope. Not even a little.

Scott has absolutely no idea what Kurt sees in Toad—seriously, out of all people, why him? But it doesn’t really matter, because here Toad is again, climbing through Kurt’s window like a little goblin, tracking mud onto the carpet, and grinning like he just thought of the world’s dumbest, most annoying prank. And of course, Kurt’s laughing, already in on whatever disaster is about to unfold. Scott can feel his blood pressure rising because he knows—he just knows—that his night is about to be ruined, and there is absolutely nothing he can do to stop it.

Kurt likes hanging out with Todd because, for once, there’s no pressure to be anything other than himself. Even with the X-Men, there’s always this quiet weight pressing down on him, this reminder that no matter how much they accept him, they don’t have to hide like he does. They get to be themselves without a second thought—he has to put on a mask just to exist outside. But with Todd? There’s none of that. Todd leans into being the scrappy outcast, the guy nobody wants around, and somehow that makes it easier. He doesn’t make Kurt feel like he stands out—he just makes him feel like he belongs.

Jean doesn’t understand why she can’t sense Kurt. Ever since he went missing, she’s tried—God, she’s tried—stretching her mind out again and again, searching for even the faintest whisper of his presence. But there’s nothing. No thoughts, no emotions, not even that subtle, familiar hum of his consciousness at the edges of her awareness. Just a void where he should be. She tells herself it’s fine. That there’s an explanation. That maybe he’s just too far or something’s blocking her. But every night, when she’s alone with her thoughts, the truth slithers in—the one thing she refuses to say out loud. Maybe he’s dead. Maybe that’s why she can’t reach him. She can’t tell the others. If they knew she couldn’t sense him at all, they’d think it too. They’d believe it. And if they believe it, then it’s real. So she keeps pretending. Forces herself to act like she’s still trying, like there’s hope. Because as long as no one asks, as long as no one knows, then maybe—just maybe—she can keep pretending he’s still out there somewhere, waiting to be found.

Back when Toad was living in Brooklyn, he picked up bits and pieces of different languages—some conversational Mandarin from the old ladies who ran the corner store, but a lot of Spanish from growing up around it. It’s not perfect, and his accent is definitely rough, but it gets the job done. Lance loves that he finally has someone who actually understands him when he slips into Spanish, even if that someone is Todd. He also loves to give Todd endless shit for his pronunciation, mocking the way he butchers certain words just to get a rise out of him. Toad, of course, just rolls his eyes and fires back a stream of insults in Spanish, half of which don’t even make sense, but all of which are deeply offensive. It’s their thing.

When Tabitha got her navel pierced, it basically became her entire personality for a solid few months. Every outfit? Crop top. Every movement? Deliberately positioned to make sure people noticed. Didn’t matter where she was—school, the Brotherhood house, committing minor crimes—she was showing it off. It took actual winter weather to finally break her streak, and even then, she only caved begrudgingly. Of course, Lance and Toad immediately seized the opportunity to tease her about it. Every time she wore a normal shirt, one of them would casually go, “Wow, guess the belly button era is over, huh?” or “Damn, we really lost something special.” Tabitha would glare, threaten violence, maybe even chuck a small explosive their way, but the second it was warm enough again? The crop tops were back.

Toad is secretly way more sentimental than anyone would ever guess—not that he’d ever admit it. He’s got this whole stash of photos and videos saved up, just little moments of the people he actually gives a damn about. A lot of Kurt, because, well… obviously. But he’s got plenty of Lance and Tabby too—dumb inside jokes, random nights of them messing around, even the rare, unguarded moments where they actually look happy. And then there’s Pietro. The problem with Speedy is that he’s either moving way too fast for a normal camera or he’s making some deeply annoyed face at Todd for even thinking about taking a picture. The result? Pietro is mostly just a collection of motion blur and irritated side-eyes in Todd’s little archive. Toad hates that his collection of memories is full of useless, streaky nonsense instead of actual pictures, but whatever. Speedy will just have to live on as an artistic choice.

Pietro doesn’t mind when Kurt gets high—hell, he knows now that Kurt and Toad used to get high together all the time, which is honestly kind of hilarious. He even joins in sometimes, though it never lasts long. His metabolism burns through everything way too fast, making him the ultimate heavyweight. Joints and edibles don’t do much for him—he’s more of a dabs guy, the only thing that actually lets him feel anything. Still, just because he’s chill about it doesn’t mean he’s not watching Kurt like a hawk. No way is he letting his boyfriend green out or, worse, try to keep up with Pietro’s freak metabolism like it’s some kind of challenge. If Kurt’s getting too spacey, Pietro’s the one making sure he’s got water, making sure he’s eating, making sure he’s not about to tip over somewhere dumb. He plays it off like it’s just because he doesn’t want to deal with a mess, but the truth is? He’s stupidly protective, and no amount of weed is ever gonna change that.

Toad doesn’t really care what people call him—nicknames, insults, whatever, he’s heard it all—but there’s something kinda nice about hearing his actual name from his friends. Lance only ever calls him Todd when he’s exasperated, usually after Toad’s done something particularly dumb, like, “Todd, for the love of—can you just not?” Meanwhile, Kurt started calling him Todd the second he found out it was his real name, like it was the most natural thing in the world. No teasing, no hesitation—just Todd, warm and casual, like it belonged to him. Tabitha, on the other hand, takes it to another level, dragging it out into Toddy whenever she’s feeling playful—or right before she’s about to blow him up. And then there’s Pietro, who only calls him Toad—except, every now and then, he slips up, a careless Todd tumbling out in a moment where he’s not thinking. Toad never calls him on it, but they both know what it means. He doesn’t need some big declaration to know Pietro cares—he just needs to hear his name.

[worstghost]

Could you please write something about a reader giving Nightcrawler ear scratches, tummy rubs, ruffling his hair, feeing his tail, etc.. Just the reader feeling/petting Kurt. Thank you for anything you do 😊

I LOVE kurt. you don't understand my need for this man. turned this into a little drabble where I mixed both of your asks (:

reader comforts Kurt and talks about the things she loves about him. (I don't speak german- all german put in was done with help and guessing lol)

You could tell he was upset by the way he walked, tail wound tightly around his leg, ears back in frustration.

Kurt was such an open book, the non human parts of him a dead giveaway into his mind. He had just finished showering, flopping face first onto the bed.

You couldn't hide a small laugh at his dramatic 'oof!' as the bed shook, marking the page on your book and scooting over to him.

"Kurt?" You leaned over him, trailing your fingers down his spine, smiling as he shivered under your touch.

"Yes, liebling?" Kurt's voice was muffled, he refused to lift his face, instead scooting just a little closer to rest his cheek against your knee.

You hummed, twisting pieces of his wet hair around your fingers, scratching his scalp, and then repeating. "You seem upset."

His body tensed at that, making a point to unwrap his tail. "No, not upset."

"Oh really." You laughed, petting down all the hair you had messed up. "You know I love you?"

He nodded against your leg.

"You know I think you're beautiful?"

His tail swayed a little and he couldn't help but feel flustered.

"Come here, please, Kurt." You leaned back against the headboard and held your arms open for him.

He was on you in an instant, pressing his head against your chest and wrapping his arms so tightly around your waist.

"I love you too. So much it hurts." He exhaled shakily, playing with the string of your pyjama pants.

You hushed him softly, running your hands up and down his arm, petting the soft fur, smiling when his tail made it's way around your thigh.

"You're so perfect for me, everything I could ever want. Devoted, loyal, beautiful." You could feel his heart beating faster, the heat coming off of his face. "Did I ever tell you blue is my favorite color?"

That gets him to laugh, pinching your leg gently and then holding you tighter when you jump away. "That is not true, liebling, I know your favorite color is purple."

"That was before I met you, love."

His tail is thumping against the bed now, flustered as he covers his face and laughs.

"Du bringst mich um, liebling..."

[cenittxnadir]

Recommendations (Nightcrawler)

This is a list I made with my favorite works I've read about the best X-Men member: Kurt Wagner ♥️

Includes some HCs, One shots, drabbles, etc.

Ofc I'll be updating <3

X-Men HCs By @lumi077

Jealousy headcannons! Multi/GN!Reader - Cable, Gambit, Nightcrawler, Quicksilver. By @dinogoofymutated

X-Men 97’ Nightcrawler x Reader By @kayesfanfics

Femreader/ nightcrawler By @kayesfanfics

Sfw! Nightcrawler/GN!Reader. Part2 By @dinogoofymutated

What kind of desert do you think Kurt would like? By @blue-devil-of-the-lord

Cute little Bamf By @blue-devil-of-the-lord

Mother Nature By @blue-devil-of-the-lord

Dating Kurt Wagner would include By @maximoffs-girl

Having a family with Kurt Wagner By @maximoffs-girl

Love letter from Kurt By @anxiousnerdwritings

Movie night with the young X-men By @fandom-------queen

Having a child with Kurt would include @boringbxtch

Social System Error By @blue-devil-of-the-lord

And only the stars will know By @blue-devil-of-the-lord

Nightcrawler Smut By @lovelywetdreamer

Yab-Yum By @gentlesinnings-blog

Nachfalter By @gentlesinnings-blog