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what was he tasting when he gulped down the heated air between them? did the fire in kurt's belly burn so much that the smoke of his arousal filled the very air? kurt could not pretend to understand all of what matt was capable of but he knew that the man had gifts given to him when his sight was snatched away.

his heart hammered against his ribs, the ache pleasant and painful all at once. no fear blossomed there, only a rush of anxious excitement that flooded him from head to toe. kurt took up the space between matt's open thighs, slanted slightly where he rested on an elbow planted just beside matt's right bicep.

shamelessly he rocked his hips forward, pressed hard to still the wriggle of matt's body, and with it came a soft groan from the way the friction drew heat low in his groin.

"does this mean," he broke the kiss but began to pepper a wet trail along matt's jaw. "that i am the winner?"

Before he could utter another apology, Kurt's mouth covered his own and body pressed down over his to keep him in place and Matt... Matt happily allowed it. He relaxed back against the floor, lips parting to give him the access he was asking for.

A hand came up to cup Kurt's cheek while the other rested on his side, holding back the urge to pull him closer just yet. This was new and delicate, not wanting to come on too strong too fast and scare him off.

Breaking the kiss to take a breath, Matt caught the scent in the air and gasped, squirming beneath him. Kurt was turned on. Heat filled his face and rushed through his veins, quickly moving to catch the man's lips in another kiss. This one heated and passionate, eager for more.

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apparently this was not a chapter she understood, or perhaps she skimmed over it thinking she did not need to worry about it, because instead of appearing at ease, as if she knew everything there was to know as all teenagers think they do, she seemed genuinely surprised.

it thrilled kurt to see his daughter's expression and hear the excitement trilling sweetly with the question of disbelief.

"ja, and you can thank your many uncles too. you need not worry about how well it runs, forge checked the entire thing over and logan gave it a test drive. she is all yours, engel."

kurt fished the keys out of his back pocket with his tail and tossed them toward her.

"want to give it a go?"

In general, TJ was able to read her father like a book; the man thought he was so clever, but he wore his whims on his sleeve and his reputation as a trickster was something she was just used to at this point. He'd been playing harmless pranks on her since she was old enough not to cry when she was confused, and she'd been doing so in kind almost as long. So of course, she'd noticed the new vehicle in the garage, and there had been a faint hope that maybe it was for her, but she didn't assume. For all she knew Scott had finally outgrown that other convertible and decided to get a real car...

The teasing statement nearly made her choke on a forkful of egg. It couldn't be -- but he was gone, she could almost hear the cheeky laughter on the wind. Breakfast was utterly forgotten; she took a couple of quick gulps of juice and then scrambled off the stool.

Sometimes she wished she'd gotten the ability to teleport like her dad. Only sometimes, though -- right now she was just annoyed he hadn't taken her with him, the fiend.

She appeared at the garage door, one hand hanging on the edge to slow her run. "Wait -- wait, that's for me?!"

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it won't happen, he vows it here and now. he will grow old, gnarled in the knuckles and loose toothed, wrinkled under grey streaks of fur, and all the while by frenchie's side. the idea of it brings him such euphoria that the adrenaline rush of a won fight can't even compare.

he grins, "we x-men have trouble staying dead."

it's a morbid joke but too true, and he would speak of jean being a classic case but he doesn't want to talk about others. he wants to clean up and rest, content and pleased with the day well done.

"hm? oh, nein, well..." he lifts an arm, mildewing moss starting to dry on his fur already. kurt scrunches his nose. "only my sense of smell, i think. let's go home, ja?"

he know he doesn't have to ask. he just loops an arm around frenchie and makes the leap through dimensions, holding fast as he makes two jumps to get to the mansion. normally he would stick around, help clean up the mess, but jean's already given him the go ahead to leave.

she must have heard it all.

"i wonder how many showers this is going to take," he muses, once they are walking through the mansion.

frenchie smooths his calloused thumbs over kurt's cheeks, studying his face intently for a long moment after another bout of affectionate kisses. "you can't either, tu sais. i don't know what i'd do." die. kurt can't die.

he'd go back, maybe, to being someone without the bright hope that kurt carries with him. he knows what he's capable of. frenchie could be just like the rest of the people kurt and his friends fight. and he would, he is sure, slip. and find some kind of relief in being put down.

it would be too much.

"we'll take care of each other, non?" frenchie bumps his nose against kurt's before his hands drop to take one of kurt's in his. it's comfortable, slipping them together, despite the mismatched digits. "lets go. let's get clean, hmn? don't want your pretty fur to get all uh-- - matted." frenchie would relish it, really, taking care of him for a little while.

let the rest of them talk. he doesn't care. he'll be here in kurt's corner every time. "you're not hurt, are you, mon ange?" he didn't think so, but it didn't hurt to be sure.

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kurt likes frenchie dusty rose and mouth full of obscene desires, tongue curling around the vowels of his want like it's candy. he likes that tongue curled around other things too but for now kurt will take it teased and tasted by his own in a maddeningly slow kiss.

it does little to distract from the way his flared cockhead buries it's self into the wet heat but it pairs well, a fine wine and a good steak. a delicious heat swirling in his belly seems to pulse and kurt feels it heavy in his cock as he pushes forward against the tight strain of muscle.

his moan is practically a purr, the soft breath of it pressed into the kiss with a long lick of his tongue. his belly drags against frenchie's swollen cock with the slow motion.

instead of i love you he says with his body, this is me and it's yours, yours, yours.

the mattress ripples beneath them and a satisfied hum rumbles in frenchie's chest. kurt is magnificent. there is no denying that. he can see it in his eyes, he thinks. the words they're skirting around. one day maybe they'll say them, without other words to tuck them carefully inside and package them, hide them beneath pretty wrapping. but not today.

frenchie's toes flex and a needy moan muffles itself against kurt's warm mouth. he relishes the sharp points of kurt's teeth, the soft fur beneath his fingers as he slips a hand up kurt's chest. frenchie can feel the steady beat of his heart on his palm as his fingers splay across his chest. his legs are hooked around kurt's waist.

he shivers at the sudden coolness the loss of their sheet inspires but it hardly matters. he sits up on his elbow to watch slick himself up. there's nothing more beautiful, he thinks, watching kurt's hands, seeing how much he wants him. how much they want each other. his own cock is heavy and curving towards his stomach. he catches his bottom lip between his teeth and traces the planes of kurt's face with his eyes.

to commit him to memory. every perfect inch of him.

frenchie eases a leg up to hook over one of kurt's shoulders, the other falling open to give him better access. his chest rises and falls with a quickness. anticipation mixes with arousal just beneath his stomach. he's nudging at his entrance. frenchie fights a whine, and barely wins, something squeaking and needy making itself known in his throat. of course he wants him. kurt asks him to say it again. tell him what he wants. it sends a delighted shiver down his spine.

his cheeks are pink. but he says it anyway. "fuck me. i want you to fuck me. and uh-- - tell me sweet things. make me remember them, mon ange." it's an invitation. begging. full of want. "i want you."

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forgive and forget?

wrong!

ELDRITCH BLAST!

affiliated w/ @ninehclls

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If I paid for 20 idiots and all I got was you, I’d still have gotten my money’s worth.

#ninehclls -> indie. selective. mutuals only. tavis TAV vodan, oc protagonist of larian's baldur's gate 3.

rules | tba. | aff. with @astcrion

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jonathan bailey as kurt wagner/nightcrawler

reblogs encouraged do not repost

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I think you’re in my house watching Muppets From Space.

who the HELL are YOU???

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this is anon i am wearing a mask. scout i, the anonymous person, love you and would die for you. you're so fun and so talented in your writing and so dedicated to kurt it's inspiring. anyway I'm totally anonymous

Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me.

gosh darn it jay!!!!!!!! ily thank u so much, but don't worry u dont have to die for me.... anytime soon at least tee hee.

thank you for being such a gem and so supportive <333

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Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.

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young jbai.ley as kurt wagner

reblog, no reposting

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"i'd follow you to the end of the universe," he breathed, eyes holding her gaze, the deep dark of them drawing him in like a riptide. he felt like a lazy cat suddenly, sated and now ready for a pleasant nap in the warm sun. he could stay here, in this bed with her, all day and never grow tired.

"mmhm, ah... hold that thought, ja?" but he couldn't, and this was going to be only slightly awkward. with a gentle wriggle backward kurt drew himself out and carefully rocked back to his haunches.

he did not struggle to go from his knees to his feet, his tail balancing him perfectly as he did so. kurt was just incredibly aware of the potential mess that could be made so he tried to be somewhat quick about stepping down from the bed while maintaining a hold on himself.

"sorry, just..." ah, he didn't need to say anything, did he? kurt laughed nervously and skittered off toward the bathroom. several moments later he returned, but this time in a BAMF of noxious smoke and with a toothy grin.

"bathroom is free," he leaned down and kissed her nose.

Even as warm as she was now from their exertion, the weight of Kurt's body on her was not unwelcome in the slightest. In fact, he was almost like an anxiety blanket; not too much to squish Kitty's smaller frame, but enough to keep her grounded in the moment. This exact perfect moment of bliss and satisfaction.

Kurt in her bed was real. What they just did together was real. Kitty's fingertips danced across Kurt's smooth fur, aiming for nothing beyond touching him. "I am more than okay, Fuzzy. I don't break easily." She had not stopped smiling since coming back down. Her usual affectionate terms for him seemed okay now when they were cuddly and close. Still being inside her didn't seem to make it sound awkward as it had before.

Kitty cupped Kurt's face in both her hands, her dark eyes finding his golden gaze and not looking away. Her thumb brushed along his cheekbone slowly. "Thank you for being good to me, Kurt. For following me." This night could have ended so differently. Right now she could be drowning in her own tears and sorrow of wishes unrealized and love unrequited.

"You okay too?

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"...is it completely nutters that i was prepared for this?"

oh, it is, he has no doubt, but does she CARE is the real question and he was soon going to find out. if there was any hint of eagerness written across his face he would not have been nominated for all those awards for best actor, now would he?

so yes, while he posed the question he said it with as much charm and self-assuredness as he could muster as he began to unzip the hoody he had been wearing. kurt was already wearing basic grey sweats but now he was revealing a plain black t-shirt, more form fitting than not, as he shrugged off the hoody and used his tail to toss it aside.

"i'd love to. honestly i always wonder if dancing is one of those.. use it or lose it deals. though these days it'll probably be a bit easier for some moves."

is it showing off to lift a leg up to stretch without a hitch, to do so with perfect poise and balance?

maybe a little. he grins, winks even, "piotr could never. bless him but he hasn't the flexibility. so what are you teaching them?"

Kitty deserved a pat on the back for how she handled the last few months, ever since Kurt arrived at the Institute. The congratulations had nothing to do with the man's mutations, oh no, but who he had been before his abilities manifested. Somehow, Katherine Pryde, co-moderator of the Kurt Wagner fan forum, kept herself from squealing and melting into a puddle of goo when the man bamfed into her life. Sure, he had been her celebrity crush since she was a teenager, but he came to them needing help. Not fawning over. Not embarrassment.

As time went on, it got easier to forget about all that. He just became her friend. Perhaps it even had something to do with the fact he looked different. Not worse, just different, it created enough separation in Kitty's mind that she was normal around him with considerably less effort.

So when Kurt strolled into the studio, Kitty just smiled at his reflection in the mirror instead of passing out from excitement. She had been stretching in preparation for her own before class work-out with one leg propped up on the barre.

"Hey!" She continued to stretch while giving her attention. "I wanted to ask a favor." Boy was it a big ask too. "I need a partner for a demonstration for a class coming up and, well, you have performed before so I thought you maybe would be willing?" Kitty lowered her leg and turned to face Kurt full on, equal parts hopeful and unsure. "Piotr would probably agree if I asked...but that would just be awkward. Also he is about as graceful as you would expect a steel giant to be."

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reminder: i now have astarion over at @astcrion <3

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Casual reminder I made an astarion blog over at @astcrion

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it's not that he has lost track of time, it's just that time seems to flow differently when he isn't measuring it by days on set and press tours. somehow he arrives in spring, a mess of a man who can't even look at himself in the mirror, and then it's fall and he finds he enjoys searching for a sweater the perfect shade of crimson or deep topaz to wear against the deep sapphire blue of his fur.

he can look in the mirror these days and sometimes he even smiles and... maybe he likes it.

months have gone by and this new body of his is beginning to feel right in a way that he just is not used to.

but then no one here tells him he needs to lose weight, or gain weight, or whiten his teeth, or use fillers. no one here says he has to wear the perfect outfit or risk being talked about on page six of the times.

no one here cares about that. maybe sometimes they look at his tail, his fingers, his toothy, fanged smile, and are intrigued, but they don't make him feel like his body is wrong no matter what he does. they make him feel...

human.

and of all of them it's her that manages it the most. which is why when kitty asks to talk to him privately, kurt has to hide his eagerness to say yes, absolutely let's talk.

"hey," he finds her in the studio used for her dance classes. "you wanted to talk?"

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i owe a lot of drafts and one new actor!kurt starter for my boo boo bear @katzchn and will be doing these... soon.

i am all over the place and did create a VERY BASIC AS FUCK NO INFO/CARRD astarion over at @astcrion but yeah he is low activity, kurt and remy and loki are my priority as much as possible.