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wen-kexing-apologist · 20 days

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LOSING MY MIND OVER UNKNOWN EPISODE 8

Another week, another incredible episode of Unknown, another shout into the ether that they do not fuck this up for me in the final four episodes. Chris and Kurt are so good together as scene partners, but I am definitely dubbing Episode 8, The Chris Episode because holy hell was Chris juggling so many different emotions from Qian throughout the entire episode in all its tense and awkward glory.

I think I want to talk about eyes. Because I just recently rewatched Episode 6, and was losing it all over again at Qian’s complete refusal to make eye contact with Yuan from the moment Yuan says he’s suffering until he returns from the United States. Especially because in Episode 8, he barely makes eye contact with Yuan but for very different reasons.

Bedroom

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Qian wakes up the morning after Yuan’s return to find Yuan sleeping at his side. Now, knowing that Yuan is really only pretending to be asleep, and that he will continue to terrorize Qian throughout the episode, Yuan has positioned himself in such a way that the very first thing Qian has the ability to see when he wakes up is Yuan’s face. In the initial moment of wakefulness, Qian uses this private, quiet moment to study Yuan’s face, after years.

And similarly to the end of Episode 7, we look through Qian’s eyes via close up of Yuan’s face on screen only to hear Yuan say “seen enough?” Which is where we get a very good microexpression from Chris because Qian’s eyes go slightly wider, surprised that Yuan is a) actually awake and b) able to tell that he is Looking. But Qian does not look away.

Yuan opens his eyes, and Qian shifts, lifting his head up slightly as if he’s dialed in…but he is only able to maintain eye contact with Yuan for (literally) 2 seconds, before snapping himself out of it and sitting upright to take himself out of physical line (or plane) with Yuan. But he immediately looks back down at Yuan looking very dazed and at least slightly confused, and from my perspective a lot of that is informed by the fact that Qian is having to adjust to Yuan being back home. But the longest Qian can bear to look at Yuan is approximately 5 seconds.

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Qian, man of few words, tries to cut the thick silence with a caregiving question ‘are you hungry?” cut to the mirror where we see a reflection of only Qian, a jarring site because typically when Qian and Yuan are in the same room, they are framed together. “I’ll take you to the hotpot place,” and Yuan says nothing, so Qian tries to cut the tension again by saying he’ll message San Pang and Xiong.

“No need for the trouble. We can eat at home.” Yuan replies, and it gives Qian pause. Years have passed since he last saw Yuan, Yuan is established in his adulthood, successful, independent, confident, and sure. Qian has not been coping well, and the easy relationship, the familiar dynamic that he once had with Yuan is gone, he has no idea how to exist around Yuan right now. Qian turns his head slowly, to look at Yuan once more, but Yuan is up and out the door, leaving Qian to just stare at the space he left behind for a moment.

We get the second isolated framing of Qian in the mirror as his eyes move from the space by his bed where Yuan sat towards the door that Yuan just walked through.

So what I love about this episode is that Yuan knows his feelings, and I think he has a pretty good understanding of where Qian’s feelings rest now that Qian has called him home. Yuan has a goal, Yuan knows what he wants, the distance has very much helped to calm the storm of feelings that Yuan was having a hard time keeping a handle on when he was younger. Qian on the other hand, has a few more crises to work through before he can feel grounded in his changing feelings for Yuan. Which is what I think we are watching him parse through right before the intro when his eyes follow Yuan out the door and then close accompanied by a deep intake of breath. A moment to process what just happened.

This episode is very aptly titled The Distance Between Us and Love because Yuan is doing nothing but playing with distance. He is being petty, he is pushing buttons, he is- I would claim -essentially edging Qian by getting just close enough to inspire physiological responses in Qian without completely closing the distance.

Dinner

And that distance also includes a demonstration to Qian about how Yuan is capable of maintaining an emotional distance from him now that Yuan’s priorities have changed and he is no longer blindly, overwhelmingly devoted to Qian. And it’s funny in the show because it feels petty, because it is a little petty, but under the surface there is a lot of richness in understanding that Yuan’s position as an adoptee, as a traumatized child, as someone that was saved and probably felt the need to maintain his place, who didn’t have the same level of security in the household as Xiao Bao has had, Yuan has made Qian his number one priority for a significant part of his life, so much so that Qian has fallen right back in to the routine of anticipating being cared for by Yuan upon his return, but it is subject to change. To me, this entire episode reads like Yuan telling Qian “you have the choice not to engage in a relationship with me, but the emotional distance and deprioritization you are experiencing right now will be the new normal, can you bear that?”

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Qian walks up to the table and sees a truly impressive layout of food in front of him, and he looks somewhat shocked between the food and Yuan, the food and Yuan. Yuan has always been a helpful person, he has been trying to ease Qian’s burdens his entire life, but he’s an adult now and thus his reciprocated care means actually being able to provide for and support Qian holistically. Yuan walks out of the kitchen with a hangover cure, and Chris performs an inspired bit of improv and reaches for the glass, because Qian has slipped back into a world where someone cares about him first. But like I said, Yuan isn’t acting that way right now.

I love that Qian looks to his right to see if San Pang caught his #awkwardmoment and that is sustained throughout the dinner as Qian keeps stealing glances at Yuan, but looking away before he can have any silent interactions with Yuan at all. My favorite part of this scene is Yuan’s interaction with San Pang who is also absolutely awkward with Yuan. In this scene we get a massive dig from Yuan to both San Pang and Qian, and on the surface it’s petty but if you look in an additional layer, there is so much disrespect behind Yuan’s words.

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“San Pang. Thank you. I’ve thought a lot during my time abroad. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have the chance to go to the US and get what I have now. I’m grateful to you. Thank you.”

It is important, in my mind, that the end of this statement is followed with a cut to Qian’s face and not San Pang’s because it wasn’t San Pang that sent Yuan to the US. He was the one who delivered the news for sure, but it was the money Qian had saved over the course of years that sent Yuan abroad. There is soooo much disrespect in this statement because Yuan is ignoring Qian’s contribution to his time abroad and he is telling San Pang, essentially, that anything that happens between Yuan and Qian moving forward is directly because of him.

And now, a commercial break for the funniest scene in the show to date:

Bedroom 2

Here we start with the hands :) Yuan enters Qian’s room and immediately moves behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Qian is mad about San Pang and Lili and he is fully not making eye contact with Yuan, barely even turns in his direction when he enters the room, puts as much distance between himself and Yuan as he can in his room.

“Ge. Have you ever thought that we can’t accept changes because we’re too used to the way things were?”

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And we get Qian finally and slowly looking in Yuan’s general direction, Yuan moves to the bed, to Qian’s side and over the course of the conversation Qian looks towards Yuan about three more times, but he never turns completely, he never looks directly. Not even when Yuan calls him “Wei Qian” which was a brilliant fucking move on his part when he’s trying to drive home the point that the nature of people’s relationships to one another can change. Yuan leaves and the camera cuts to him leaving exiting Qian’s room and entering his own and a few seconds later, Qian opens his door, standing in the doorway in a similar fashion to how we saw him at the end of Episode 6 right after Yuan had left the house to go to the States.

At the Computer

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As time continues, and Qian has not verbalized his own feelings for Yuan, Yuan starts pushing him a little harder. At first there was distance, then touch, and now he is getting bolder, literally getting in Qian’s face when he isn’t paying attention so that Qian is forced to look on in surprise and he’s asking Qian a question with his face so close there is literally no where for Qian to turn to. And Qian responds not only by looking at him, but by scanning his face, eyes flitting down to Yuan’s lips two separate times. Yuan lets the moment hang long enough for Qian to show his uncertainty around what is about to happen (is Yuan going in for a kiss?) before he breaks the tension by asking Qian a business question. But he’s been successful in shaking Qian because Qian looks back at Yuan twice in ten seconds, while Yuan just continues to stare directly at Qian to prevent Qian from stealing glances.

Being Fed

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We cut to probably my favorite scene of the episode with Yuan feeding Qian, mostly because Qian has no fucking idea what to do about it. Also because it has absolutely one of my favorite blocking moments when Qian reaches for the bowl in Yuan’s hand at the same time Yuan leans forward to feed him. I love this moment a) because the execution of the motion is so smooth and b) because of the concept of food as love. Qian here is trying to take the food from Yuan while Yuan is reaching out with the spoon to feed Qian his love. Qian takes the proffered bite apprehensively, and then rejects the continued action by taking the bowl from Yuan.

And Yuan as he usually is, spends all his time staring straight at Qian, so that Qian is forced to catch his eye if and when he looks in Yuan’s general direction. Qian is really struggling with his feelings for Yuan this episode so he rushes to finish his food and get the fuck out of dodge. Between each bite he looks to Yuan for just a second before turning his head further and further to the side so as not to catch Yuan in his periphery.

“They say if you like someone, even if you wear a mask you can see it in their eyes” Qian cannot look at Yuan, because Yuan is bleeding his feelings for Qian. Qian cannot look at Yuan because Qian is bleeding his feelings for Yuan. But unfortunately for Qian, it is not just his eyes that give him away. Because he has not reckoned with his new feelings, Qian is incapable of interacting with Yuan without being the most awkward motherfucker alive. Because Yuan is confident in what he wants and Qian is still having to adjust. Qian finishes the food and hands the empty bowl back to Yuan, and just as he is about to remove himself from the situation, Yuan scoops up the very last remnants of the meal and starts to feed it to Qian.

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Qian for just a second jerks his head back, in the same way that he moved his head slightly backwards when he turned to find Yuan staring at him in his bedroom. Much in the same way that he will take a step back later when Yuan moves to fix his collar. But because Qian does have feelings for Yuan and is fighting a losing battle, that instinctual reaction to put some distance between them, to not be cared for, quickly makes way into a deflated submission as he lets Yuan feed him those last little morsels. Yuan walks away as Qian just sits in quiet, annoyed, resignation. Chris’ face throughout this entire scene is just absolutely hysterical.

Yet another commercial break, because I am dying at Yuan being a menace

I do think it is worth noting that Qian’s reaction to this is very similar to his reaction to Yuan saying he liked him in that first attempt where he physically and emotionally disengages, gives him a little pat and tries to remove himself from the situation at hand.

Car

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Absolutely the most normal and relaxed Qian has acted around Yuan for this entire episode is in the scene where Lili is bailing on the family trip and he and Yuan are discussing what to do next. Is that little hand stopping the trunk from opening all the way a little desperate? Yeah I think so. But holy shit is it the least tense Qian has been with Yuan in quite some time.

That does not last long though because once they get in the car, Qian sits there expectantly, waiting for the charged sexual tension that would come with Yuan reaching over him to buckle his seat belt. I love this show for giving us the parallel fishing trips, because Yuan originally tried to pull the BL Seatbelt Staple years prior without complete success, Qian does not get the luxury of a second chance to get butterflies in his stomach having Yuan that close. It’s fucking brilliant to have had the buckle before, because it means the audience very clearly knows what Qian is thinking and expecting when he makes no move of his own to buckle up.

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What I love so much about this moment is that Qian has been trying to avoid these feelings time and time again since Yuan returned. And here we know he’s lost because for the first time in the entire episode he is waiting for Yuan to make a move. He wants Yuan to buckle him in. He can’t say it out loud, it’s embarrassing for him to have Yuan not buckle him in while having Yuan passively calling him out on his expectations.

If Qian’s absolute inability to function with Yuan gone was not enough of an indication that Qian has lost this fight already, this is absolutely the point in which we know Yuan has won. Because after all the avoidance, those split seconds of jumping back, of adding distance, of trying to shorten the time the two of them are alone together, Qian doesn’t bail on the trip and Qian waits for Yuan to make a move.

Fishing

First, it must be acknowledged that under the sunlight, Qian’s hair is very red. In other words. The boy has uke hair.

“When did you get so good at fishing” Qian asks

“When I was abroad I used to go hiking and fishing by myself. I didn’t feel lonely when I imagined you were by my side,” Yuan replies

and Qian furrows his brow slightly because Qian did that too. Not the hiking-and-fishing part, but the curbing the loneliness by imagining-Yuan-was-there part. We can see it in Episode 7 when he smiles and toasts the air at his side with his beer can after Lili and San Pang leave for the Christmas market, and if you didn’t catch that moment the first time (I did not) we get it again in the flashback Qian has, remembering the brightness and the chaos of Lili and Yuan being in the house.

“Ge, do you have something to say?”

“Zhiyuan, don’t keep your feelings for me anymore. Nothing will come of them” Yuan chuckles, which like…valid buddy, cause that is fucking hilarious. Not because Yuan doesn’t have feelings for Qian, but because something will definitely come of them. Because this is Qian’s last attempt at trying to maintain the status quo. Trying to be responsible and keep their feelings for each other at a non-romantic level. But it’s too late, Qian, you’re a goner. Qian looks at Yuan, but only in his peripheral vision, he dares not look at Yuan flat out at this point.

“What makes you think I still have feelings for you?” Qian looks at Yuan immediately after he says that, and not just looks at his face, but down his body, and then out in to his own thoughts.

“Ge, do you remember a long time ago you asked me what I would do if the person I liked got married?”

“You said you’d go crazy”

“My answer’s changed.”

And with that Qian has the sharpest, fastest head turn we’ve seen from him all episode but for the first time in the entire episode, Yuan is not looking a Qian. He is giving Qian the space to look, to think. He tells Qian that he will be happy as long as the person that he likes is happy, and we immediately see this tension release itself from Qian’s forehead. Qian is looking pensive throughout the conversation, and his eyes only move once Yuan moves again that Qian’s eyes follow the motion of the lid. Yuan moves to sit on the container, which places Qian not only below him, but the camera angle shrinks Qian down so he appears even smaller than usual next to Yuan.

Qian looks at Yuan when he sits down

“Wei Qian. Don’t you like Wei Zhiyuan?” Yuan asks, and the moment his question finishes, Qian looks away, because Qian has been incapable of maintaining eye contact where any romantic feelings are involved, but he is actually thinking here. You can see that question weighing heavy on Qian’s mind. And he can’t just run away from it so he closes his eyes and looks away again.

“If you do, is it only because we’re brothers?” and Qian’s jaw tenses considerably as he processes the question. You can see his lip move, you can see the twitching of his cheek as he clenches his teeth. But Yuan is done teasing Qian. Qian has become increasingly more obvious in his reactions to Yuan and now that Yuan has successfully riled Qian up over the past few days and they are alone where they had their first conversation about Yuan’s crush on an unknown boy. @romchat has already pointed out the reverse imagery for the parallel here but Yuan reaches out and clasps Qian’s cheek, the same way that Qian has done for Yuan countless times.

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When Yuan’s hand first makes contact, Qian looks at it but keeps his eyes trained downward. But the second time that Yuan’s thumb slides gently across his cheek, Qian looks up, looks straight into Yuan’s eyes. He does not tense any further, he does not fight against it, he does not shy away from Yuan’s touch or Yuan’s gaze. (@respectthepetty has a very lovely little breakdown of this scene herself here)

“This thing about us, is it that you don’t want, or you don’t dare?” Yuan asks and we move back to a wide angle shot that closes out the episode with the little title card. But Chris doesn’t stop acting just because there isn’t a close up on his face, oh no. No. Instead Qian��s face relaxes eeeeeever so slightly, and you can see him swallow hard. This is not a question he wants to be faced with because we all know what the answer is, and the answer is that he does want, but doesn’t dare. And the second that his fear of losing Yuan for a second time becomes stronger than his fear of changing their relationship? Game over.

This show is putting so many worms in my brain, I love it so much, and I am so looking forward to episode 9 where I get to see my boys being put through hell at the hands of the gang. Torture my boys! They don’t have enough angst!!

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 9 months

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Take What You Give

Pairing: Nightcrawler x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: fingering, hella dirty talk, pet names, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, DP kinda- it's with his tail so there's that, praise praise praise, unprotected p in v, creampie, kinda cockwarming also- I think that's everything lol

Genre: smut with the tiniest bits of fluff

Summary: after a dreadfully boring date you know the perfect way to unwind

A/N: Someone on tiktok called Nightcrawler community dick and this idea popped into my head because of it lmaoo

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You're bored. You're on a date with the least interesting person you've ever met in your life and oh GOD you are bored. You feel bad, he's cute and seems like a nice person but none of your conversations have been stimulating this whole time. You're trying to give a real and honest chance before you quit on this and leave. Although you'll admit you're already making plans for after this date so maybe you've checked out at this point. When he starts telling a story about a nightmarish party his college roommates held years ago you practically leap from your chair.

"Sorry to interrupt, I need to use the restroom." You tell him. You don't wait for him to respond before you rush off to find the bathroom. You allow yourself five minutes to come up with a plan ultimately setting a timer before heading back to your table. "Sorry about that. Please, continue." You say with a smile.

"All good?" He asks.

"Yes. Thank you." You say and he continues his story. Twelve minutes later, the alarm on your phone goes off. "Hang on let me just- sorry I have to take this." You mutter angling your phone away from his view as you fake a phone call. "Hello? ... No I'm out, why is everything okay? ... what?! ... Do you need me to come and get you? ... don't be silly of course I'll come. I'm on my way, alright? ... See you soon. Hang in there." You pace out your responses to your imaginary call. "Dillan I'm so sorry my friend is- in a bit of trouble and really needs my help. I hate to bail but it can't wait." You grimace as convincingly as you can.

"Is everything alright? Do you need-"

"I'm alright. We'll take care of it. I just have to go now, but tonight has been fun. I'll call you!" You say standing up. You will not be calling him.

"Yeah I had a great time. I hope things with your friend turn out fine." He says standing with you. You leave the restaurant with one more muttered goodbye and roll your eyes once you're down the block. Time to solidify your plans for the rest of your evening. You dial the number you haven't used in some time- a few months you think but no matter.

"Liebling." His voice is a little breathless when he answers.

"Hi Kurt." You say.

"It's been a while." You can hear the smile in Kurt's voice.

"I'm a busy woman Wagner and you have quite the schedule yourself. Are you engaged for the evening?"

"I can make myself unengaged."

"Don't trouble yourself Kurt."

"For you my dear it's never trouble. When do you want to see me?"

"Whenever you can unengage yourself and get here is fine. I'm not in any particular rush." You tell him.

"I'll see you in an hour. Ish. Be ready."

"Already am." You say suggestively before hanging up the phone. You catch the beginning of what, knowing Kurt, was probably a swear and you chuckle to yourself as you make your way home.

At home, you take off your makeup and the dress you wore and change into some pretty lacy lingerie. Kurt is quite fond of your collection, he says taking them off feels like unwrapping a present he's been dying to receive for months. He's quite dramatic, but you don't see him often so it's easy to enjoy giving him that little treat when you call on him. It's not yet an hour later when he materializes in your bedroom where you're reading leisurely.

"Hello darling." He smiles.

"You're early." You match the grin on his face.

"I said 'ish' plus I hate to keep you waiting." He shrugs.

"Always so sweet to me." You hum marking your place in your book and placing it on the nightstand beside you.

"Do you work tomorrow?" Kurt asks.

"No."

"Good." He says and then he's over you, holding himself up with one hand while his other cups your face. "You smell of cologne."

"Bad date." You mutter tugging him down to connect his lips to yours. The kiss doesn't last long, you feel him smile against your lips before pulling away.

"Happy to help you forget about it darling but you should call on me more often if you're feeling lonely."

"If you're worried I'm replacing you Kurt don't be. You'll always be my favorite." You wink at him pulling him in for another kiss. This one he doesn't break, his tongue slipping into your mouth, dominating the kiss quickly. His hands are up your sides nails slightly dragging against your skin enough to send shivers through you. You back away from him enough to tug his shirt over his head, sliding your fingers down his patterned chest.

"I'll always be your favorite hm?" He smirks kissing down your neck.

"Of course my shadow jumper." You whimper when his mouth focuses on a spot against your throat, one of your hands sliding into his hair.

"You know you're my favorite don't you liebling?" He hums into your skin.

"Never had a doubt." You giggle.

"Good girl." His lips trail further, kissing the swell of your best just over the edge of your bra. "I think this might be my favorite set on you too by the way." He says sitting back and pulling you with him so he can unhook the lacy number.

"You say that every time you're here Kurt." You remind him.

"Every time I'm here you unlock a new type of perfection." He winks dipping his head to wrap his lips around one of your nipples as he lays you back against your pillows.

"You're such a flatterer." You say jokingly but a moan punctuates the sentence as Kurt's teasing tongue against your chest tugs at something deep within you. Your back arches towards him your fingers burying themselves in his hair again. Kurt's tail slides up your leg, making you squirm even more and he uses the extra appendage to pull your panties down your body. That tail wraps around one of your ankles, keeping your legs spread for the hand that slides down your abdomen. When his fingers reach the apex of your thighs you're breathing hitches before he's even touched you.

"Always so ready for me, pretty girl." Kurt chuckles. He plunges two fingers into you quickly, curling them in just the right way to have you grinding against his hand. His fingers pump in and out of you with deliberate thrusts, stretching you for him. "Heaven help me, you're absolutely soaking." Kurt hisses, your juices flowing over his hand.

"Fuck babe- I'm close." You pant out, arching into his hand as you chase your end.

"That's it liebling, let go for me." Kurt coaxes softly before leaning forward to take your clit between his lips. He sucks harshly on the bundle of nerves and the sudden stimulation sends you over the edge with a whine. He works you through it with gentle licks and slow pumps of his fingers, watching the way your face shifts between the stages of your pleasure. When you let out a long albeit shaky breath he pulls away, knowing that loud unsteady release of air means you're back in your body. "Oh how I love making you do that." He says pressing a kiss to your lips before placing his sticky fingers into his mouth. The groan he lets out at your taste flooding his tongue is pornographic. There's no other way to describe it, and a fresh wave of arousal washes over you at the sound. You watch him clean his fingers with a darkened look that he relishes in. That carnal desire in your eyes focused solely on him, he'll never get tired of it. When the essence of you no longer coats his digits he pulls them out with a satisfying pop.

"Skipping your usual protocol today?" You ask with a teasing smile. You'd have no qualms if he did but Nightcrawler is one of those makes you cum a dozen times for his own enjoyment types who has never passed up the opportunity to eat you out before fucking you.

"And allow the sweetest nectar to go to waste? Don't insult me." He scoffs shifting himself to lie between your legs. He wastes no time pulling you towards his waiting mouth and allowing his tongue to dive into your center. Your fingers are in his ink-colored hair moments later, desperate to ground yourself as he devours you like his final meal.

His tongue thrusts in and out of you, slurping the juices that spill from you, moaning as your arousal washes over every inch of his mouth. The sounds from him reverberate against your skin only furthering your madness as Kurt takes you apart one lick, one slurp, one suck at a time. When your legs begin to shake, he brings his hands up to hold your thighs still, digging his fingers into the flesh there as he feasts. Your first orgasm on his tongue meets you with a loud moan and barely contained thrashing that does nothing to slow Kurt. You jerk against his still seeking mouth, but his hold on your thighs simply tightens as he continues his onslaught.

"God! Kurt- please!" You cry out though you're not sure if you're asking him to stop or continue. As if it matters, Kurt will go until he's satisfied which with him could literally be hours. With Kurt there's no such thing as too much, he can go and go and go shattering you into a million pieces just to put you back together so he can do it all over again. And you let him. You relish in the bite of overstimulation that soon melts away to pure pleasure again as his tongue forces another orgasm from you. This one takes you by surprise as you pull at the strands between your fingers, your body convulsing harshly.

Kurt's eyes meet yours and he winks at you as he pulls you tighter against his mouth. His tongue focusing now on your too sensitive clit. You writhe against him, caught between escaping and searching for more as you squeal from his ministrations. When a scream Kurt would describe as piercing falls from your lips and your third orgasm coats his tongue he finally gives you a break, working you through your release before sitting up.

"When I asked if we were skipping your protocol it wasn't a challenge." You eventually huff at him, once your chest stops heaving so hard you thought you'd never get enough air in your lungs.

"Tapping out already? I've given you much more in one go before. Perhaps I should be checking on you more often liebling." Kurt smirks as he wipes his face.

"Tapping out? Before you've even fucked me? It's like you don't know me at all anymore sweet one." You tease back.

"That's my girl." Kurt chuckles shucking his pants off before sinking into you. Between your breathless moan and the feeling of your walls pulsing around him Kurt can't help but groan when he bottoms out. He holds still for a moment allowing both you and him to adjust to your heat swallowing his length. With a deep breath, his hips rock back, almost all the way, and then he thrusts into you so harshly that he shifts you on the bed. He settles his hands on your hips then and sets a brutal rhythm, his hips snapping against yours relentlessly.

"Holy- fuck." You grit out, tossing your head back against the bed. Kurt always fills you to the point where it's almost too much, you can feel him everywhere somehow but oh how you love it. Your nails scrape down Kurt's back as you cling to him while he fucks you ruthlessly.

"So good. You feel so good liebling." He huffs out between his thrusts.

"So do you, god- you fuck me so well. Fill me so nicely."

"I know I do pretty one, this pussy loves taking my dick. Does it so well each time. Isn't that right baby?"

"Yeah- yes- love it so much." You whimper when Kurt's tail slips between your bodies and finds your clit. The extra appendage is as dexterous as his fingers and the swollen bundle of nerves reacts to it the same way, luring you to another orgasm that has you shuddering in Kurt's arms. His tail continues to poke around near where you and Kurt are joined, his hips not slowing even with his tail in the mix. It's something he's done before, not often- but it seems tonight he's pulling out all the stops. The tip of his tail is gathering your wetness, covering itself to prepare for entering you at the other end. Kurt lifts your hips further into him, holding you high enough for his tail to get under you and slowly prod your ass.

"Gonna stuff you proper tonight." Kurt mutters before his tail breeches you. Your gasping whine at the sudden intrusion only fuels Kurt more. His tail quickly matches his hips in rhythm filling you in both holes, clouding your mind. You're a mess of moans and whines as Kurt has his way with you. He pulls one or two more orgasms from you before he's spilling into you with a roar. He doesn't even bother pulling out before lays beside you and pulls you tightly against him. He kisses your forehead softly and whispers something in German that you don't know the meaning of. It's fine he'll be here a while. With Kurt it's never one and done. He'll pull more orgasms from you until you've completely lost count, until all you know is his name and the pleasure he's giving you, until the world has been flipped on its axis and you along with it. It happens every time and that's exactly why you call him when you do.

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#marvel #marvel fanfiction #nightcrawler #nightcrawler fanfiction #nightcrawler smut #nightcrawler x reader #kurt wagner #kurt wagner x reader #other marvel characters

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the-ravenist · 1 year

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My Angel

Warren Worthington x Black!GN!Reader

This happens after Apocalypse, but takes place in this era(like 2019+), Warren is alive, no metal wings or tattoos, implied that Warren plays the guitar, mentions of scars, established relationship, you/your/you're pronouns used, reader is mentioned to be an elemental mutant(ex. poison ivy) is mentioned, reader is black and has locs, def ooc Warren, reader, and warren speak Greek, google translated Greek, warren is heavily devoted to reader, reader is selectively mute, Warren does bird-like things, and reader could be described as autistic

The sound of rain hitting the window fills the dark bedroom, besides the yellow glow that the strawberry-scented candle on the nightstand gives off. The room doesn't really have that much, well besides the guitar and amp in the corner by the window, a couple of cacti, venus flytraps, and butterwort plants sitting on the shelves.

A bouquet of giant white feathers sitting on the desk along with a couple of vintage robot toys and a jar full of shiny rocks and trinkets, a giant beanbag with a gray weighted blanket on it in the corner closest to the closet door, a king-size bed in the center of the largest wall of the room, with a nightstand on either side, a frame of feathers with a date under each one hanging above the bed.

In the middle of the bed is a little hut made up of a pair of white wings, the sound of muffled dialogue is heard from the little hut. Let's move inside the hut, shall we?

Warren's arms are wound tightly around your abdomen, the pressure would feel suffocating to some, but that's how you like it, the pressure gives you comfort.

Both wearing matching loungewear, black long sleeves, and dark gray sweatpants, the only thing different is your sleep socks, yours are black high socks while Warren's are white ankle socks. You are sitting in between his legs, slightly rocking to and fro, eyes watching AFV on the tablet, Warren is sitting behind you his head resting on your shoulder blonde hair resting on your light blue bonnet eyes focusing on the screen letting out a few laughs when something funny happens on screen.

"Do you feel better εραστής," he asks quietly.

Only a couple of hours ago you were training with Ororo, Professor Xavier had pushed saying that "your powers are upgrades of the ones before, so you need control" or something like that.

Now you were already overstimulated beforehand, noises were too loud, you had woken up late, it was your turn to wash dishes and someone had ripped your gloves so you had to touch wet food.

Yeah, the day was terrible, especially after Ororo had accidentally electrocuted you with her lightning, immediately sending you to the medics. You know it was an accident but that doesn't mean you weren't upset.

Warren being the fantastic boyfriend he is, had immediately sensed your distress when Hank told him to come to get you. He wouldn't admit it but, he could feel his heart breaking at the site of your watery eyes and your wrist smacking against each other, they weren't the ones you do when you're happy stimming.

This stimming was harsh, it had left your wrists throbbing, and your right wrist sprained a brace on your said wrist is proof. Yeah, being stronger than a normal human isn't the best part of being a mutant.

"Πως νιόθεις άγάπη μου," Warren whispers the question.

Not taking your eyes off the screen, you murmured an answer.

"Είμαι καλά, πεινάω λίγο." Warren hums in response.

"Μπαστούνια μοτσαρέλα," he asks. You let out a noise of affirmation, you needed your comfort snack right about now.

Warren murmurs a small okay and reaches for his phone, the feeling of one of his arms leaving your body brings a chill to your body. Warren knew that Peter, Ororo, Jean, Scott, and Kurt were downstairs in the kitchen, something about making I'm sorry cookies. Even though it was a bit mean to ask them, well Scott, to make his infamous mozzarella sticks. He didn't really care, he knew Jean would convince him to make them, she always knew how.

As Warren is messaging the small group chat, you started playing with his feathers that were in front of your face. Mind you that Warren's wings are sensitive when it comes to touch, so reactions like flapping it out of fright are completely normal, unless to people who aren't used to it. Warren has learned to control his reactions, yes, but sometimes, most of the time you dear reader catch him off guard.

So when a hum, closely resembling the coo of a bird comes from behind you, followed by a small cough. The tapping of his fingers against his phone continues.

"...did you just coo?"

"..no."

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes, yes you did," you remark as you tickle the feathers in front of your face.

"Okay, o-okay if I agree that I did," he laughs. "Will you let me get you your mozzarella sticks?"

You immediately stop your tyrant as you heard his statement.

"Fine," you speak through muted giggles.

The sound of fingers tapping against the phone screen resumes shortly after. Your attention returns to the show in front of you, and your rocking returns at a much gentler pace.

You don't realize that Warren had successfully gotten Scott to make his infamous mozzarella sticks, and placed his phone back on the charger.

"You know how much I love you right," Warren murmurs close to your ear.

"You tell me any chance you can," you whisper with a small smile.

"Well," he begins to tease. "I love you," a small kiss was placed behind your ear. "I love you," then one on your neck.

"I love you," top of your spine.

"I love you," the top of your blue bonnet.

"I love you," your right shoulder.

"I love you," your left shoulder.

The small kisses never stopped for a while, until he got to your lips. You were left a snorting and giggling mess, your tv show forgotten and tossed onto the other side of your large bed.

Even with your bonnet sliding off your head, showing the retwist of your (h/c) locs, face scrunched up in a mid-laugh cringe. Warren had thought that you are by far the most beautiful person he's met. And that's saying a lot.

You had the same thought as you looked at Warren. His golden curls splayed in an unruly fashion. His cheeks flushed with a shade of pink, lips parted in a slightly large smile. You swear that you had the perfect embodiment of a romanticized angel. His wings spread out don't really help.

You swear that you feel the tension building. Warren's body slightly leans toward your lips. You meet in the middle with a small kiss, which turns into more. Then the next thing you know, you'll and Warren are making out on your shared bed.

There's no sexual heat behind your kisses, it was just pure love and passion. No clashing of teeth or tongue just pecks and little nibbles.

Yet you have to breathe, so you pull away from each other's lips. With foreheads resting on one another, eyes half-lidded but smiling with joy.

"Σ' αγαπώ, λουλούδι μου," Warren mumbles as he rubs his nose against yours.

"Από τον Αγάπο, αγγελέ μου,," you mumble, as you place a small kiss on his lips.

Well, let's just say the makeout session resumed and Jean, Ororo, Scott, Peter, and Kurt leave their hard worked snacks on the floor near the door. Now scared by the sesh that they had just witnessed.

If they had experienced a love like you and Warrens maybe they'd understand.

But Professor X was very upset when he had seen a whole flower garden outside your bedroom window the next morning.

Just maybe...

fin

Translations:

εραστής - lover

Πως νιόθεις άγάπη μου - how are you feeling my love

Είμαι καλά, πεινάω λίγο - I'm fine, I'm a little hungry

Μπαστούνια μοτσαρέλα - Mozzarella sticks

Σ' αγαπώ, λουλούδι μου - I love you, my flower

Από τον Αγάπο, αγγελέ μου, - From love, my angel

#black reader #black!reader #gender neutral reader #warren worthington x black reader #warren worthington iii x reader #warren worthington x you #warren worthington x reader #xmen x reader #x men x reader #archangel x reader #x reader #x black reader #x black!reader

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esilher · 5 months

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Collaborative December klaine challenge 2023 between @esilher and @mynonah

"Kurt. Kurt, calm down. Please."

"Triplets."

"Yeah, I heard that, too."

"Triplets, Blaine."

"Just take a deep breath, slowly, okay? You need to calm down."

"I can't! Why are you so calm??"

"Because it won't change anything. At least not in a negative way..."

"Are you crazy? You're probably in shock."

"We wanted to expand our family later anyway."

"Yeah... but first with a dog. And later! That's the keyword, Blaine."

"We always wanted more kids, didn't we? So aren't we the luckiest??"

"But not at the same time!!! We are not ready for this!"

"Honey, are we ready for one?"

"Of course we are."

"What's the difference?"

"Blaine... This... this is a small apartment. With a tiny nursery. And don't you dare tell me the babies are tiny too, or you won't get lucky tonight! I bought a lot of fabric for baby clothes, but for one baby! Now I have to sew the same thing 3 times! And what if they all cry at the same time, huh? And we have to change their diapers at the same time. And feed them at the same time. And where will we put all the clothes and toys??"

"Ssh.... You're panicking. Just think about it. It won't be easy, but at least we'll go through all the hard and scary times with all of them at once. And we can make some changes at home. In a few years we'll look for a bigger place, but in the meantime... We don't need the study, a chair in the corner of the bedroom with a guitar and a laptop stand will do. So we can enlarge the nursery. We'll buy more fabric and then I can help with the sewing. ...why is this funny? I made puppets in high school! What's the difference?! Are you laughing at me?"

"No, of course not... I'm not..."

"...and we'll accept used baby clothes from our friends."

"You're out of your mind."

"Okay, only from your friends at work. Those are all designer stuff."

"...I'd love that."

"And we can ask from Carole and Burt for more help than we planned."

"Oh, they would be thrilled..."

"But these are irrelevant things, Kurt. You know what doesn't need to be enlarged for them? Our hearts. Because I'm sure there's enough love in there for three babies, too."

"...for three more Anderson-Hummels."

"Do you feel better?"

"Mhm... Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too!"

#december klaine challenge 2023 #enlarge #klaine #klaine fanart #klaine fanfiction #esilher’s drawings #myno's stuff

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mehidktbh · 2 years

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Showering with Kurt HC

Pairing: Kurt Kunkle x Fem!Reader

Warning 18+: Sex mentioned, smut/NSFW, suggestive themes, mentions insecurities with the reader, Kurt being a perv, the reader is hot and Kurt is hot

A/N: This is my first time writing for Kurt, hopefully, he’s not out of character 😭 So scared over how this turned out, don’t know how I feel about it. But oh well.

SFW

- Kurt probably tells you he washes his hair like every 2-3 days. But in reality he’ll totally forget that he even has hair and never washes it. Which is why you’ll always see dry shampoo spray bottles all over his bedroom.

- He tries his best to appeal to his Spree customers (victims) and you. For example, if you ever go out on a date, he’d spray his hair like crazy with shampoo.

- But Kurt can also just not do any of that, for example in the movie how his hair is oily or whatever. There are times when Kurt doesn’t care and he’d rather skip it. He feels more comfortable and confident around you, so going out with you makes me feel like he doesn’t need to do that.

- Kurt would also accept any request for him to join you in the shower. The thought of him being so close to you in the shower, naked bodies and all. He’d die trying to get in there.

- So the only way to get him to shower is if you do it with him. Or if you are not comfortable, treating him like a child and telling him he’ll get a “special” reward if he does. Which he falls for every time

- You will expect Kurt to let you handle all the washing, for example. He’ll make you rub his back, stomach, face and just everywhere on him. He doesn’t mind what body/hair products you use, he’s happy if you happy. So you could make him use girl products and he’ll be fine. Smelling like you every day all day is a dream come true.

- He’d also clean you too. What’s the point of a boyfriend if they don’t return the love you give them. He’s nervous at first but eventually he comes around to it and soon enough he’s your professional massager.

- Kurt would also be super playful too, he’d totally splash water at you from time to time. Or drop the soap just for you to pick it up. Just don’t turn around.

- Kurt gets it if you are insecure too about your body, he respects your opinion and boundaries. If you ever feel uncomfortable or he’ll notice you sadly standing in the corner. He’s more than happy to get out, a man of his word.

NSFW

- What’s showering without Kurt’s horniess.

- Going back to Kurt washing you, there are times when you are so relaxed and focused on how Kurt is washing you. You don’t know that his hands are rubbing up and down your thighs. Or he’ll make a whole point on why you should let him clean your breasts. Which instead turns into him teasing you.

- He’s a little clumsy in the shower too, probably not the best place to fuck. But Kurt’s too impatient to get out, and he’d rather you hold onto him for dear life.

- Talking about insecurities, Kurt would love to shower you with his affection and love. He’d spend hours showing you how beautiful you are. So he can be a very lovely Dovey, groping you and squeezing your skin. Hickeys everywhere, all over your things to your neck. You come out not walking than before.

- Hopefully, when you do take a shower with him there’s no one around. Either his parents or your parents, any friends or guardians are going to hear. Kurt’s a moaner and there’s no denying it, he whimpers and can’t seem to quiet down when you tell him to. So if you live alone, it’s a plus for Kurt. Knowing how noise can easily bounce off the walls makes him stress less. (Not that he minds)

#slashers #slasher #horror #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle x you #Kurt Kunkle x y/n #Kurt Kunkle x s/o #Kurt Kunkle x Fem!reader #kurt kunkle #spree movie #spree 2020 #joe keery #joe kerry x reader

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klainepolls · 3 months

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unexpected- day 7 of 7

by: @kurtsascot

read the full fic in one place on ao3!

or just read the final update below the read more!!

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Oh.

In that moment, something shifts.

Nothing has outwardly changed. Blaine still has his lower back flush against his bedroom wall, loafers pressing into carpet to support the weight he carries in his chest. Kurt stays standing in his dampened dress shirt, his fingers fiddling absentmindedly with the drying, wrinkled hemline. Kurt’s coffee is cooling somewhere to the right, and a quick exit still beckons to Blaine’s left.

Everything’s the same, and yet, Blaine feels fundamentally different. His body relaxes. His arms fall limp at his side. His legs unlock and melt into the carpet. The oppressive panic subsides. Breathing becomes easy. Keeping himself steady turns intuitive.

Every day is a series of decisions. Blaine exists because of his past, all the prior choices that were risk-averse and circumvented his problems and their potential solutions.

It was Blaine’s choice to go to NYU, but after touring the campus and falling in love with their theater program, the decision was practically made for him. Kurt’s class was the only one that filled in a gap in his schedule, and Kurt was the only TA. Blaine had let himself wallow, besotted, and had surrendered to admire Kurt from afar. Distance protected Blaine from heartbreak, sure, but it also did nothing to pacify Blaine’s yearning. Terrified of rejection at the end of last semester, Blaine did nothing- He did the easy thing and let Kurt go. It only made him fall faster and harder this morning, and, playing it safe, pretending to not remember Kurt, only magnified his desperation to know Kurt more intimately.

Blaine had resigned himself to be a bystander of his own life, and all it did was hurt the one person Blaine would give anything to love.

Kurt’s everything Blaine’s looking for, but, like Blaine, he’s also a young-adult finding his place in the world and looking for love.

Blaine’s remains terrified, but now, it’s a fear of inaction rather than inadequacy.

He’s done not knowing.

“I really like you, Kurt,” Blaine admits. His pulse continues to quicken, but adrenaline sedates his mind and allows him to continue. “I want to be more than some underclassmen who you TA’d for. I’ve wanted to ask you out since August.”

Blaine rests his head against the wall, and he closes his eyes. “I know I’ve been a mess all day,” he says as his voice shakes, “and I shouldn’t have lied to you, but I didn’t think I’d see you again. I thought today was my one chance to win you over.” He laughs pitifully. “But, it’s not going well. I think I’ve made every wrong decision.”

Blaine opens his eyes to find Kurt shaking his head. A strong hand connects to Blaine’s shoulder, and Kurt’s thumb rubs into Blaine’s collar, over woven fabric that does nothing to protect Blaine from how the touch sets him alight. “I wouldn’t say that,” Kurt says, smiling, eyes going glassy and voice thickening. “I think you are doing just fine.”

Overwhelmed with feeling, Blaine has no reservations blurting, raspy, “I really want to kiss you right now.”

Kurt doesn’t waver. His lips part, and his voice, light and gasping, whispers, “You should kiss me then.”

“Okay.” Blaine leans. “Yeah. Okay,” he breathes and falls forward.

Kurt guides Blaine with his hand on his shoulder as their lips connect, and Blaine’s eyes flutter closed. His right hand uncovers home where damp fabric pulls away from tacky skin, and, in, Blaine’s left, cotton threads through his fingers and wrinkles.

Kurt’s everywhere. He’s on Blaine’s skin and in his lungs, and Blaine loses where he ends and Kurt begins.

It’s not a terrible thing to lose.

When they break apart, Blaine’s still in the moment, eyelids heavy. “You taste like coffee,” he mumbles. It’s the only quantifiable thing he can process about the kiss, his nose resting against Kurt’s cheek, his fingers tightening against Kurt’s shirt, urging him closer.

“Huh.” Kurt tugs Blaine by the dimples of his back, his smile tickling Blaine’s puffed lips. “That’s weird. Are you sure?”

Blaine hums as his brain puddles and offers, voice gravely, “I can check again?”

“Okay,” Kurt chuckles. His breath is sweet on Blaine’s face, and Blaine never wants to be anywhere else. “You do that.”

Blaine laughs and doublechecks.

Over and over again.

#glee #glee fanfiction #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #klaine #byo klaine fic event #klaine fanfiction #thank you all for participating :^)

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kai-anderson-whore · 1 year

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Sister's boyfriend (tate Langdon x harmon fem! Reader)

Summary: you were violets sister the lesser known one of the Harmon family and you finally met tate langdon whilst snooping around your dad's office

Chapter warnings: mentions of sh, being the outcast of the family

A/n: this was shit but i'm thinking of doing a part 2

•¤❅¤•.•°˚˚°•..•°˚˚°•.•¤❅¤•.•¤❅¤•.•°˚˚°•. .•°˚˚°

Being part of the Harmon family was, well complicated, where do you start well first off your dad Ben, is a psychiatrist who cheated on your mom Vivian, who just suffered a miscarriage, your sister violet a teenager who smoked cigarettes and cuts herself, you smoked to you weren't cutting yourself.

And as for you well you were the troublemaker of the family, the outcast with depression and anxiety, who gets high almost everyday, the rebellious one, with the mental health issues but you didn't care.

Your family up and moved to L.A from Boston, your whole life now packed up in boxes your friends now in the past just you and your family, you were two years older than violet, you didn't want to pack up and leave your life behind.

But now here you are in a creepy old house, seeing all these weird things, ghosts?, you didn't know to clear your mind of this misery you were in, you sneaked in your dad's office snooping around, going through his patience files.

You finally came across one file in particular, Tate Langdon, he's the same age as you, seventeen, his mother requested he sees your father, looking in his file "snooping through files cool" a voice startling you.

"Who are you?" You asked the blonde boy infront of you the file in your hand as he looked through the file a smirk on his face.

"I'm the person who's on that file" your face dropped you didn't know what to say "oh right erm sorry" you awkwardly chuckled placing the file back down where it belongs. "So your my dad's next appointment" you asked closing the drawer on your dad's desk.

"Yeah my mom made me start seeing him I thought he only had one daughter" tate said confused making you realise that he was the boy she never shutted up about.

"Yeah I'm the kid everyone forgets about, the eldest" you sighed plopping down on the sofa tate stood in the room, awaiting your father.

"So how much older are you to violet?" He asked,"well I'm the same age as you so two years" you said your feet dangling off the arm rest of the sofa.

Tate could lie he was attracted to you, "you like nirvana?" He asked noticing your t-shirt with Kurt cobain on it, "They're my favourite band of all time" you smiled "mine too" tate beamed.

"Thanks for coming tate" your dad entered his office, "y/n what have I told you about being in here" your father sighed, "and since when did I listen to you ben" you smirked at your father's annoyance.

"How can you not be like violet she doesn't come in here and go through my things" Ben sighed, tate stood awkwardly as your father scolded you.

"Yeah that's right you want me to be like her but I'm not she's cold and bitter as for me I'm careless, relentless, well what's my problem doc?" You huffed storming out the room.

Tate and your dad started their session, you were in your room flicking through your albums, annoyed at your dad he always thought something psychological was wrong with you, he did sometimes with violet but with you it was worse.

"Fuck" you groaned kicking the edge of your bed in frustration, as nirvana played in the room.

"You okay?" Tates voice spoke through Kurt cobain's voice entering your bedroom, "Yeah I'm used to it" you said changing your piercing jewellery for your septum and medusa piercing.

Tate thought that you looked hot with the piercings, your style just you, "so you got a boyfriend?" He went on to ask.

"What's with the questions?" You then asked, only for him to shrug, "and if that's your way of asking if I've been fucked the answer is yes why aren't you fucking my sister?" You said screwing the ball of your piercing in.

"Just a question" tate defended, his hands up making you chuckle, "you like lana del rey?" You asked tate pulled a confused expression on what you had asked.

"Don't tell me you haven't heard lana fel rey tate I need to educate you" you said playing the born to die cd. Tate ending up loving her.

"We should hang out more often your fun" tate smiled getting ready to leave your room to go to violets, " we should" you smiled back as the blonde left your room.

You stood there confused why did your sisters boyfriend want to hang out with you? Yes you liked him he was definitely your type on paper, but he's your sisters.

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florrysgf · 1 year

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Hi! So I was rewatching Scream and it totally made me rerealize how much I love Stu. Those headphones on his neck right before the party scene are also cute... can I request a Stu x reader where they just chill and listen to music?? Doesn't matter what music but if possible can you write with rock music like Journey, Motley Crue, etc etc. Tysm and I love ur writing so much its so cute!! <333

SHARING SONGS! stu macher x gn!reader

A/N: tysm!! i too am obsessed with his headphones. the things i would do to listen to music with him…

WARNINGS: none!

WORD COUNT: 1k +

Your music taste really evolved after you and Stu got together. The two of you were very different in that sense, but that was just one of the things you adored about him. Not too long ago, the dainty, pale blue record player in the corner of your bedroom consisted of less than ten albums. Stu was appalled when he first saw it, and he decided he had to change that.

It was clear that the two of you had completely different taste in music, and that made him curious. He wanted to know more about what you liked and he wanted to let you know what he liked. So, every time Stu came round your house he would bring a record with him. Be it Motley Crue, Nirvana, Journey, or The Cure, he would bring it with him and insist the two of you listen to it together.

And then, of course, you would slip him a couple of your Fleetwood Mac albums in return. He claimed he didn’t like it but you heard him humming the sweet tune to Little Lies when he was walking you home.

Now the shelf underneath your record player was a beautiful array packed full of both yours and Stu’s favourite albums.

“Nevermind or In Utero?” He asked, scanning his eyes across your shared music collection. He turned to face you whilst you sat cross legged on top of your bed.

You raised your eyebrows at him. As if he could ask such a question, you thought it was a no brainer. “Nevermind.” You told him, watching intently as he took the vinyl out of the sleeve, placing it down and lifting up the needle. Polly began to play throughout your room at medium volume.

He moseyed over to join you on top of your bed, lying on his side and propping his head up with his hand, facing you. He reached out with his free hand, swiping a handful of skittles from the bowl in your lap and popping them his mouth. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ at the boys boldness, and you soon scrunched your face up as he mocked your expression, showing off the mashed up contents inside his mouth.

“You know, Nirvana are criminally underrated. They do not get the recognition they deserve.” Stu nodded, once he’d finished chewing.

“Oh, please,” You playfully rolled your eyes at him, tossing a skittle in his direction and laughing as it bounced off his forehead. “You’re only saying that ‘cause you have a crush on Kurt Cobain!”

“Hey, easy.” Your boyfriend whined, bringing his hand up to his brow. “That’s not true. I just like his hair!”

Sure. You couldn’t help but smile at him. There were countless times Stu came to you with pictures, asking you if you thought he should grow his hair out the same way. You gave him the exact same answer every time. You loved Stu, you did, but you knew if he grew out his hair he’d become the spitting image of Shaggy from Scooby Doo.

The boy gasped as he heard the opening to Smells Like Teen Spirit. Almost immediately, he leaped up off the bed and ran towards the corner of the room, turning the little knob up the full blast. If he had to pick his favourite song off that album, it would have to be this one. Come as You Are would be a close second. Stu loved music. Although they can make a song better, he didn’t really care about lyrics so much. If he likes the instruments then he’ll buy the album.

He stood in the middle of your room, swaying his hips from side to side. He inched closer to you with a playful smirk on his face, holding his hands out for you to join him. You grinned from ear to ear, shaking your head at the boy. But he wouldn’t take no for answer, so instead, he bent down, hooking his arms around your waist and throwing you over his shoulder.

An gasp escaped your lips as he took hold of you, carrying you into the middle of the room and gently plopping you down in front of him. His hand grabbed yours, lifting it up and gracefully spinning your body around. The two of you danced about like utter idiots, singing along to every word.

Once it got to the instrumental part of the song, the tall, blonde boy began to jump around your room, doing his best air guitar. You watched as he played the hell out of the invisible strings in time to the music. The look of pure concentration on his face caused you to burst out laughing. “You’re such a dork.” You beamed at him between breathless giggles. It was true, but he was your dork.

Exhausted, the two of you collapse onto your bed as Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac began to play. You couldn’t help but smile as Christine McVie’s heavenly voice filled your room. You watched as the rising and falling of Stu’s chest slowed down. Once he got his breath back, he snaked his arm around you, pulling you closer towards him. You were probably biased, but in your opinion, Stu was the best at giving cuddles. ‘There’s nothing a good cuddle can’t fix’ he’d always tell you. You snuggled up to him, burying your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet scent. Your chests meet, and your hearts begin to pace together simultaneously. It was a strange feeling, but one you would never get tired of.

You felt a content sigh emerge from Stu’s lips as your hands found themselves by his head, carefully playing with his hair. You cherished moments like this. When it was just you and him together, it felt like the rest of the world just melted away.

Stu looked down at you, the two of you locking eyes. You looked so beautiful and relaxed in his arms.

The two of you lay together in silence for the rest of the night. Just you, Stu, and your favourite song.

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jauntilyplacedcaps · 11 months

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#glee #gleeedit #kurt hummel #kurthummeledit #chris colfer #butch!kurt #season 1 #1x18 #episode: laryngitis #place: kurt's bedroom #place: hummel house #place: ohio #solo #brown #grey #red

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gleek4life · 7 months

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Glee Scenes

Kurt and Rachel

#glee #gleeedit #kurt hummel #rachel berry #place: rachel's bedroom #place: ohio #gleesource #gleedit #chris colfer #lea michele #glee season 1 #glee club #gleek #glee gifs #glee icons #glee edit

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coleaep · 1 year

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BACK TO BED

Kurt x Reader

WARNINGS: smut, p in v penetration

Lmk If I missed anything;)

760 words;)

“I think she’s finally asleep”.

Kurt comes into the room in just his sweatpants, hanging lowly around his hips. I was tucked into bed, sitting against the headboard, my nose in the latest book i was reading. I put it down as soon as he sat on the end of the bed, exhausted from our 3 year old toddler that didn't seem to ever settle.

"Good job," i praise, as he comes up next to me and tucks himself into bed.

"She's a little shit sometimes," he retorts, wrapping his arms around me and lying his head on my shoulder. I run my hands through his messy hair and let out a laugh.

"Wouldn't have it any other way though," Kurt murmurs, turning his head to place a soft kiss on my neck, just below my ear.

I hum in response, closing my eyes to savour the lingering feeling of his soft lips. His kisses continue to trail from under my ear to my shoulder, pulling down the strap of my tank top.

"How about some mommy and daddy time?" Kurt smiles against my skin, and i let out a laugh as his arms tighten around me.

"Oh yeah?" I tease, turning to Kurt and finally connecting my lips. He moans softly into the kiss, as i move over to straddle his lap. His hands gravitate towards my ass cheeks, grasping them in his big warm hands.

I tilt my head to deepen the kiss, my tongue diving into his mouth. He pulls me closer, our chests pressed together before he breaks away and lifts my tank top over my head. Now skin to skin, his hand travels from my ass to my breasts, kneading one in his hand. His other hand pulls down on his sweats and boxers, his hard erection springing out and rubbing against my clothed heat. The feeling of his bulge against where i needed it most made a small whimper escape my lips.

"I need to feel you Kurt," i mumble against his lips, moving my own panties to the side as he lines himself up at my entrance. His tip rubs back and forth between my folds, collecting my arousal, before i sink down onto him. He lets out a low moan, his eyes squeezing shut as he feels my tight walls close around him.

"Oh fuck baby," he curses, his hands gripping back onto my ass, helping me rise and fall on his length, quiet moans coming from my own lips as he stretches me out.

"Feels so good," i moan, gripping onto his broad shoulders and digging my nails into his skin, as he buckles his hips up to meet mine in a fast, greedy rhythm.

Our bedroom fills with the echo of my combined moans as i continue to ride Kurt, both of our eyes closed in lust and desperation for the other. It meant that i also didn't notice our door creak open, and the light filtering in from the hallway.

"Mommy? Daddy?"

Both of us stopped and closed our mouths, careful not to make another noise. My heart pound loudly in my chest as i scrambled for my tank top and slipped it back on.

"Just a sec baby", I called behind me to my toddler, who was now standing in the doorway of the bedroom with his plush bear, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the back of his tiny hand.

You got off Kurt, Kurt giving me a look as if to say "oh shit" and pulled up his own sweats, getting out of the bed with me. We both walk slowly over to our toddler, crouching down to his height to speak to him.

"Are you okay princess ?", Kurt asks, scooping him up in his arms and cradling him. I stand to run a hand through his blonde bed hair, as he lets out a tired yawn.

"Yeah, I heard you screaming.. I thought you were hurt," he grumbles, and Kurt tried to stifle the laugh that threatened to escape his lips.

"Mommy? Why were you on daddy?" She asks innocently, her dark doe eyes staring into mine.

"Uh-" i look at Kurt in panic and he shrugs his shoulders with a smile in his face, "we were just playing baby".

"Okay," she says simply, closing his eyes and resting his head against Kurts chest.

"Back to bed princess, no more wondering around," Kurt says, carrying her out of the room. Not before turning around and mouthing, "we'll finish this when I get back".

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rainebelowzero · 1 year

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I might've got carried away with this one

cws: Kurt wearing a collar (and a leash), praise, a little bit of degradation, overstimulation, dry humping, fingering, edging

Kurt was sitting on your lap in your living room. Your arms were wrapped around his torso, one of your hands stroking his cock slowly.

Thinking back to a few days ago, you're surprised you haven't gotten him one sooner.

You began to pump his cock faster, Kurt's hips bucked up, wanting more. He threw his head back, resting it on your shoulder. Seeing his exposed neck, you start to kiss and bite it, Kurt moaning in response.

"Such a good boy, aren't you, Kurt?" You say into his ear. He whimpers, nodding his head.

"Yeah- yes, I'm– I'm your good boy!" Kurt choked out as your hand sped up.

You lift your free hand, gently placing it around Kurt's neck, not squeezing but just resting there.

"Maybe we should get you a collar, hm?" You teased.

On the current day, you shut your front door behind you, holding a bag behind your back. Like usual, Kurt comes out to greet you from whatever he was doing in your room. You give him a quick kiss and then show him what you have.

"Oh my god.." Kurt whined before thrusting his hips forward and coming all over your hand. You keep your pace until his body calms down.

"I got this for you." You say, taking the collar out and holding it out to him. His eyes widen, gingerly taking it out of your hand. It was a pink collar with a metal ring hooked on the front of it. His face flushed lightly, looking back up at you and smiling.

"Can I..Can I put it on now?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah, of course! Go ahead." You respond. He unbuckles it and then with your help, wraps it snuggly around his neck. You make sure he doesn't make it too tight.

"Oh!" You say, remembering the other item in the bag. "I got this too."

You pull out a matching leash, and Kurt's face gets redder. You motion towards the collar around his neck, and he nods, so you clip it on. You lightly pull on it and he moans softly. You take a step towards him, your lips meeting his. He deepens the kiss, clinging onto the front of your shirt. Kurt grinds himself against you, whining. You push him gently against the wall, slotting your thigh between his legs.

One of your hands goes up to his head and you run your hand through his hair while the other tugs on the leash, Kurt letting out small whimpers and moans each time. You trail down, kissing his jaw and then his neck, leaving bites along it. Kurt gasps in surprise, rolling his hips against your thigh.

"P-please– fuck, please!" He cries out.

"Please what?"

"F-fuck me, please, I can't— I need you!" Kurt begs frantically.

You chuckle at his desperation, picking him up with your arms looped around his waist as he wraps his arms and legs around you. You carry him to the bedroom, laying him on the bed. You undo his belt and slide his pants and underwear down to his ankles before he kicks them off fully. He also gets his shirt off, immediately returning his arms to their position, wrapped around your shoulders. You kiss him again, sliding your hand down to his ass and looking at him confused when you feel something metal at the entrance of his hole. You smirk and make a humming noise, and Kurt looks away from you.

"I- uh…I j-just missed you and..." He mumbles, feeling his face start to heat up.

"What did you do?" You ask, brushing your hands over his hairy chest and nipples.

"I– I was using the– the dildo you got f-for me and…imagining it was you.." He says quietly.

You give his leash another tug, biting down on his shoulder, leaving a mark.

"That's so hot, baby. You like being cock hungry slut for me, huh?" You begin to kiss his jaw again. Kurt sighs shakily, biting his bottom lip and nodding. You lift two of your fingers to his mouth. "Suck."

Kurt does so immediately, closing his eyes and running his tongue along your fingers. When you're satisfied, you take them out of his mouth. You pull the plug out of his hole, replacing it with your fingers, thrusting them into him.

Your fingers brush against his prostate and Kurt's hips jerk forward. You use your free hand to pull his leash again, harder this time. Kurt yelps, grinding his hips into your hand.

"Fuck, I'm– I'm gonna come!" He cries out. You pull your fingers out of him and he whines.

You undo your own pants and pull your cock out, resting the tip at Kurt's ass, grinding it against his clenching hole. He pants heavily, his cock twitching. He starts to get impatient, trying to push his hips back into you.

"Come on, p-please! I've been s-so good today! Please, I– I need you!" He pleaded.

"If you can be patient and take what I give you, I'll fuck you, okay?" You respond. Kurt huffs but nods.

You continue to tease him, pressing your cock into him but stopping just before the tip is fully in and then pulling out. You're still holding the leash, and Kurt loves the feeling of you pulling on it, reminding him of who he belongs to.

Occasionally you use your free hand to trail it around his body, alternating between tweaking his nipples and slowly stroking his cock. He moans desperately, tears beginning to form in his eyes. He resists the urge to buck his hips up, wanting to be a good boy for you.

Eventually you decide to give him what he wants, sinking your cock into him down to the base. He gasps, being caught off guard with the sudden intrusion. His hands grip your shoulders, squeezing tightly.

"Ah– thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Kurt repeats as you pound into him.

You pull his leash, hard, and his body spasms, his head dropping back with his mouth agape. He comes so hard he can barely see for a few seconds, covering his chest and stomach. You don't stop, pulling your cock all the way out before slamming back into him.

Kurt wails, clawing at your arms and starting to drool. His eyes roll back and tears start to flow down his face, his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat.

"Look at you, already drunk on my cock and you've only come once." You smirk down at him. He can barely process your words, focused on the shocks of overwhelming pleasure and your cock stretching his tight hole. You reach down and stroke his cock, making his hips jolt.

Kurt lets out choked sobs and moans, his legs trembling uncontrollably. One of his hands grabs hold of his collar, not pulling at it but just squeezing it tightly. The thought that you own him, that he belongs to you and only you makes him come again. This time, he screams, his ass clenching down on you tightly. You groan at the feeling.

Once again, you don't stop, you only continue to abuse his prostate and admire his pretty face, looking completely blissed out and barely coherent.

"T-too sensitive– fuck, I can't– I can't, please!" He manages to choke out between broken sobs. You fake pout, looking down at him.

"Come on, you can give me one more, I know you can." You say, quickening the pace of both your thrusts and your hand. He can't even think anymore, eyes glazing over and head lolling to the side as he moans brokenly.

When his third orgasm rolls around, his mind goes completely blank, his vision goes white and he can hardly even breathe, his body shaking violently. He comes so hard that some of it hits him in the face.

You feel yourself getting close, grunting as your thrusts become animalistic, yanking Kurt's leash and burying your cock in him as deep as you could before shooting your load into him. He doesn't stop shaking until after you've already come down from your high. You look at him concerned when he goes limp, making sure he's still breathing before you pull out.

His eyes open after a minute, breathing heavily and looking around, disoriented. You gently run your fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his eyes.

"You okay?" You ask. He gives you a lazy smile before trying to sit up, arms wobbling. He finds that he can't and flops back down, looking up at you.

"Yeah I'm- I'm okay." He responds. You unclip his leash so it doesn't get wrapped around him when he falls asleep but he insists on keeping the collar on, which you have zero issues with. He reaches out towards you, making you chuckle before you lay down next to him, wrapping your arms around him and letting him cling to you.

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wowbright · 5 months

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Fic: Reservations

Fandom/pairing: Glee, Kurt/Blaine

Event: December Klaine Fanworks Challenge 2023, day 12: rail

Words: ~ 650 words

Rating: Mature

Summary: Cooper gives Blaine a present and some advice.

Notes: This is part of my Mormon!Klaine universe. It takes place after Out of Eden, which I am still in the process of posting to AO3. It’s among the likely possibilities for their future. It’s sort of a continuation of Proposal, and it's rated mature only for dialog.

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Right as Blaine pulled up to the departure terminal at the Phoenix airport, Cooper made a surprise announcement.

“I know you and Kurt were planning to stay with the family of a friend of some missionary you met in Germany when you go to Salt Lake City, but frankly, that's stupid. I mean, if you really want to meet them, you can have lunch. You two must be desperate for privacy after your crazy homecoming.” Cooper tapped something into his phone. “There. I sent you the reservations. Hotel’s right off Temple Square. Can you believe I was able to get you a honeymoon suite at this short notice? It's even got a view of the temple, since you two still seem to be into that kind of thing. If not, I guess you can always close the curtains.”

A notification buzzed on Blaine’s phone. It was an email from Cooper with all the info about the reservation. Even with it right there in front of his eyes, Blaine was having a hard time processing. "Honeymoon suite?”

“Yeah. It's my wedding present to you.”

Blaine's mouth went dry. This was supposed to be a secret. How many people knew? “Wedding... present?”

Cooper put his hand on Blaine’s shoulder. “Look, I know I shouldn't eavesdrop, and I didn't mean to, but if you don't want people to overhear you, then maybe you shouldn't be talking in the kitchen about whether or not Kurt needs to send home for his birth certificate.”

“It was four-thirty in the morning! Everyone was supposed to be asleep! When are you up at four-thirty in the morning?”

"What can I say? I'm unpredictable. Directors love that about me. But I knew you wouldn't, so I had to go back into my bedroom and hide and not get up until 6 a.m. just so you two wouldn't freak out.”

But Blaine was doing exactly that right now. “Does anyone else know? Does Mom know?”

Cooper shook his head. “If you're asking if I told anyone, no, I didn't. And I'm certain no one else knows, or someone would've called a family meeting about it. You're fine. Just be careful.”

“I'm trying. Our family is just so—”

"I wasn't talking about our family. Screw them. I was talking about when you’re in the honeymoon suite. There's a Jacuzzi, and I know how newlyweds are about Jacuzzis. To those who haven't tried it, spontaneous sex in a Jacuzzi sounds like the best thing ever, but it's really not. The water washes away almost every kind of lubrication, natural or man-made. But if you're that desperate to get railed in a Jacuzzi—or to do some railing, or exchange handjobs, or whatever, I don't want to make any assumptions—you need to get some silicone lube and practice applying it first. If a hole will be involved, maybe even put some in there before you get in the water. A little goes a long way. And not your mouth. Do not put silicone lube in your m—”

Blaine hid his face against the steering wheel. “Oh my gosh Cooper, why are you so—” A car horn blared behind them.

“Guess I should get going,” Cooper said casually, as if he hadn’t just been giving Blaine a graphic lecture on sexual safety in hot tubs. “We can't sit in the drop-off zone all day. Hug for your big brother?”

Blaine had half a mind to kick his brother out of the car without even looking at him. But the other half convinced him not to. Red-faced, he leaned over the console to hug his brother. “Thanks, Coop. Not for the unsolicited sex advice, but … you know.”

"Well, I've got a big trust fund from my first mom that our dad was thankfully never allowed to touch, and I've got to do so something good with it.”

"Not for that. I mean, yes, thanks for the hotel, but also…” Blaine trailed off. He wasn't crying, exactly, but he did have to sniffle.

“I know, bunso," Cooper said, rubbing Blaine’s back. "I know.”

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