#kurt knuckle fluff

[justmeinadaze]

I have searched so much but can't find a single fic with Kurt Kunkle and a Plus size reader

Would you please write something about this???

Yes I can :)

Always sorry it takes me so long with requests but I do get to them! Enjoy <3 I did. ;P

Beautiful (Kurt Knuckle X Plus Size Y/N)

Warnings: Kurt & Plus Size Fem Y/N, filming and photos (in the privacy of the bedroom), LOTS of dirty talk, light spanking, small allusions to the dark side of Kurt Knuckle mentioned

Mostly this is about him breaking down why he finds her big beautiful body...well....beautiful <3.

Word Count: 1814

“You really are beautiful.”, Kurt grins as his fingers caress your cheek. 

You giggled as your nails gently ran down his long back and you tenderly kissed his bare chest.

“I think that’s the orgasm.”, you teased, your heavy-lidded eyes taking in everything that was your boyfriend and the man you loved. 

“No, sweetie, I’m serious. Your eyes, your hair, your nose, your smile…” As he names off parts of your body, he places a kiss on each one making you laugh harder as he continues. “Your cute chubby cheeks and your body, baby, goddamn is your body beautiful.”

“You’re only saying that because you love me.”

“I’m not. Fuck, honey.” 

His last sentence came out a bit forceful and you weren’t sure if he meant it to or not. Occasionally, Kurt could be overly passionate about an idea as soon as it entered his head. His channel seemed to be a good outlet for that. With every idea, he started a “series” and ran with it.

When it came to you, he would have ideas that got him excited. When it came to dates and sexual experiences, he showed you so many different things and you loved every minute of it. 

You loved him.

“I wish you had more self-confidence sometimes.”

“Kurt…”, you tried to sooth but when your fingers went to move his hair away from his eyes, he abruptly rose to his feet, grabbing his phone and sitting back down on his knees beside you on the mattress. 

“Look at you.”, he commands as he shows you a photo of you mid laugh while playing his grandfather’s pitbulls who were licking your face. “Look how fucking gorgeous your smile is. Or this one here.” His finger slides to the next photo of you in a dress sitting on the trunk of his car with arms open wide towards the sky. “Look how pretty you are, baby, rocking that white dress.”

“Kurt, I really appreciate all this but I was just playing with you—”

“NO! You weren’t.” You blink as he shouts in frustration and his eyes glow with anger before something suddenly flashes through them. “Lay down.”

“Baby…”

“Lay down.”, he orders a bit more firmly as his palm pushes you back. 

Doing what he says, you get comfortable on your side, bending your arm to the side of your head to use as an added pillow as you watch him carefully. 

“Yeah, just like that. Let me…” He reaches over and moves some loose strands of your hair to the side before holding up his phone and snaping a photo. “Perfect.”, he smirks as he flashes it to you. 

Climbing on to the mattress, you can’t help but giggle as he places his feet on either side of your frame as you roll on to your back and smile up at him as he takes another. 

“Ok, now…” Bending down, he makes your hair flow out towards your side and lifts your arms a bit above your head. “Atta girl. Love those sexy arms around me when you hug me or when I’m fucking you.”

You’re taken a back a bit by his comment. 

Kurt could talk dirty but it always sounded slightly awkward (which you never conveyed, not wanting to hurt him). Just now though…there was a confidence behind it that had your breath stuttering as he smiled down at you. 

After taking a few more photos, he leans down and starts to tug the blanket around you down more but on impulse you reach out to keep it in place. 

His eyes darken in a way you had never seen as he narrows them in warning your way. 

“Let me see your body, baby.”

Your fingers tighten around the fabric. 

“O-Only you?”

“Only me, Y/N. This part of your body is only for me…your perfect tits and tight little pussy are all mine.”

“Kurt.” 

He smirked again as you lightly moaned his name even as your face turned a bright crimson at his words. With your eyes locked on his, you slowly released the blanket from your hold as he gradually pulled it below your large breasts and towered over you again. 

Licking his lips, he snapped another photo and wanting to please him, you reached down with one of your palms and cupped your boob while biting your own bottom lip. 

“Goddamn, honey. You see what I mean? You have no reason to believe you’re not a fucking goddess.” 

As he praises you, with his free hand you watch as he runs his thumb along his slit, hissing a bit as he collects some of the precum oozing from his cock and absently strokes himself. 

“Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off at the thought of coming on these tits with you looking up at me like you are now? Fuck, baby. Have you tongue sticking out as my cum drips along your chest.”

“K-Kurt.”

“Open your mouth wide for me, Y/N, and stick your tongue out.”

You do as he says as he snaps a picture and flicks his wrist, pumping himself lazily as he groans. 

After stepping off his bed, he tugs his blanket and tosses it against the wall to the side, leaving you no cover as you fully sit up and lean your back against his pillows.

“Come here, sweetheart.”, he beckons with his finger. When you don’t move, Kurt growls, swiftly leaning over to grab your ankle and slide you down his mattress till the tip of your nose was touching his. “We’re getting to my favorite part.”, he murmurs, smiling as he tilts to lightly kiss your lips. 

“The parts of you I know you’re most self-conscious about… Your tummy, your ass, and your thighs. I love kissing your stomach because you giggle like a little girl.” As if to demonstrate, he shoves his head into your belly and places a few pecks along your skin making you laugh.  “I always think about when you wore that corset for your Halloween costume and the way it accentuated your hips and tummy. Mmph.”

Your fingers tenderly pet his head as your legs try to close around him but his large hands take hold of your knees and open them wide before he leans back to marvel at you. 

“Don’t move, honey.”, he dictates, taking hold of his phone beside him and taking another photo. “These sexy fucking thighs when they wrap around me while my cock is deep inside you. Or when you try to close them around my head while I’m eating your pretty pussy because you can’t take it.”, Kurt chuckles. “God, baby, I wish you could see your arousal and the way it’s sticking to your inner thighs. Am I turning you on?”

“Y-Yes…”

His phone camera clicks as he takes a picture and he comes back to your side showing you his image. Your shy demeanor has you wanting to look away but his fingers firmly gripping your jaw force you to remain still. 

“That’s beautiful, Y/N. You are beautiful. Say it.”

“I’m beautiful.”, you whisper.

Abruptly manhandling you on to your hands and knees, Kurt spanks your behind and you squeak at the feeling. 

“Fuck, baby, your ass. I could watch you walk all day with the way it moves. My absolute favorite thing though…” The man pauses as he folds his body on top of yours, grinding his hips against you as his arm extends out to snap another picture before you watch his thumb select the recording option. “…is when your ass bounces back against me after I slide my cock into your cunt.”

He smiled wide when your mouth fell open as he guided himself into your entrance, his eyes never leaving your face displayed in his camera. 

“K-Kurt…fuck…”

His lips trailed along your shoulder as he roughly rolled his waist, slowly slamming the tip of his length deep inside you. You whined when you felt him reach over you to place his phone against the wall, pushing his cock further into you at an angle you had never experienced before. 

“Oh my…Goooood.”

Laying you flat against his mattress, his lanky, broad frame practically swallowed you as he braced his palms on either side of you and began thrusting into you at a steady pace. 

“So fucking beautiful.”, he murmurs as he pants in your ear. “…and all mine. S-say it, baby.”

“All…yours…”

One of his hands snakes around your throat, lift your head and bending it slightly towards him. 

“All of it.”

“I’m so…so fucking beautiful and…yours Kurt.”

The sound of skin hitting skin echoes through his bedroom and your eyes fleet to the camera in front of you. Your face was bright red and beginning to sweat while your hair was now tangled every which way. The contrast of his large palm around your throat had you clenching tighter around him as he grunted at the feeling. 

Right now, in this moment, you felt like a powerful, beautiful woman. 

“I’m beautiful.” Kurt’s head shot up at the change in your tone as his pace quickened. “I’m beautiful a-and I’m fucking yours, baby. M-Make me cum Kurt, please.”

“A-Anything for you.”, he whispered. 

You grinned as your fingers intertwined with his beside you and as the coil snapped, you moaned his name repeatedly while your body trembled beneath him. While you were still twitching with pleasure, he suddenly pulled out groaning loudly as he pumped his cock and you felt his release hit your back. 

While you two were still catching your breathes, he lazily reached over you to grab his phone and stop the recording before reaching for a tissue to clean with. As he fell limply beside you, you curled up into his side and he immediately lifted his arm to wrap around you. 

With your eyes closed, you felt him lift his other limb, giggling when you heard the sound of the camera click on his phone. 

“Don’t you have enough now?”

“Yeah but I think this one proves my point.”

When your eyes open, your met with an image of you with a peaceful look on your face with your cheek on his chest, his fingers brushing your hair, and a soft smile on his lips as he looks down at you with nothing but love. 

“You’re beautiful inside and out, honey. I’m glad your mine.”

After leaning up to kiss him, you watch as he fiddles with his phone settings before placing the picture he just took as his wallpaper. 

“What are you going to do with the other photos and that video?”

“I’m going to put them in my private folder and whip them out again whenever you need reminding. Of course we can always make new content if you want.”, he teases as he raises his eyebrows in jest and you both laugh. 

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Other Kurt story here

[clarencethemouse]

Daydreams

requested from @hulkingharbor

note: I'm attaching this to the Bleeding Light lore because I love the character I made, and this scenario is eating me alive :))

this is a long one. Sorry not sorry

Summary: Kurt doubts his beauty and worth. Ready takes it upon themselves to prove how much he means to them. Angst and fluff (kinda spicy but also not). Gender-neutral reader.

The mansion roof was a lonely place, but good to relax one's mind. Good to let creativity flow without the judgment of coworkers and students. Good to drown out the never-ending plaguing thoughts with bird chirps and whistling wind.

But no better remedy to stress is a best friend.

You and Kurt stopped conversing on the roof a long time ago. All that was left was a stagnant, yet calm silence. You lay on the bare concrete, letting each spinal joint decompress and muscles settle. Kurt sat next to you, staring off into the horizon, which was turning into a marvelous spectacle of purples and oranges.

You turned on your side, facing him with your body and eyes. He didn't notice you, but this didn't phase you. All you needed was to see him.

"You're so beautiful."

The words barely escaped, the whisper sticking in your throat. Kurt's head whipped down to you. Those perfect golden eyes flashed with confusion. "Pardon?"

A soft smile graced your cheeks. Your eyes couldn't help but light. "I said you're beautiful."

Kurt's eyes fell from you. You watched his jaw clench and muscles agitate. Several moments passed before he spoke again, and the one-word response grated on your mind with his frustration.

"Why?"

"Why am I talking?" Your grin faltered.

"Why are you doing this?" His accent tainted his words thicker, his telltale sign of nerves. You pushed yourself up to level with his face. "Please stop lying."

"Love, I'm not lying-"

Kurt's nearest hand hit yours away as you tried to touch him. "I'm not in the mood. Stop."

"Kurt, I'm not lying!" You ducked around to peer under his insistently ducked head. "Why would I lie? Have I ever lied like that before?"

"Because... stop." He scooted away from your gaze. His tail flicked in agitation - he never used that with you. "I don't want to talk about this anymore."

Your lips settled in a horrified frown. "Why do you think I'm lying? Please talk to me."

Kurt did not talk to you. He disappeared without another word in a cloud of purple and black smoke.

You threw your hands up, head whipping around the perimeter of the roof. "What the fuck?" You shouted to the sky. No response. No Kurt. You shuffled together your papers and pens, throwing everything into a haphazard pile in your arms before booking it down the stairs.

Nothing tugged at your heart more than to find Kurt immediately, but you couldn't function with your supplies so loose in your arms. Shouting for him all the way, you threw open your bedroom door and let the papers and pens fall to the floor just inside. Only mere feet back down the hall, Rogue chased you down.

"Y/N! Are ya okay?" Her powerful hands landed on your shoulder, concern painted across her lovely face.

"Have you seen Kurt? He just ran away from me after we had an argument. I'm worried for him."

"Oh, nah, I'm sorry, sugah. Do ya want me to find 'im for ya?"

You huffed a strong sigh from your mouth, propping your hands on your hips. A dull lump was forming deep in your throat. "No. This is my problem."

Your next stop was his bedroom. It had to be. His only other safe place was the roof, which he would never hide on if he thought you could still be there.

Your breath quickened with every nearing step to his door. With the number of times you'd made this walk in happiness, in giddy readiness for a late-night movie or jam session to grade papers, the growing pit of fear in your stomach should not be so frightening. Never before could you fathom dreading his bedroom.

Your knuckles made a quick rhythm against the door, calling his name one more time. You hated to risk invading his privacy, but you were desperate just to see him; a fulfilling conversation aside.

Slowly the door creaked open, revealing his empty bedroom. After a quick sweep of the visible areas, you backed away to retreat before a soft sniffle hit your ears. Barely, just beyond the edge of the couch, a dark spade lay pathetically on the wooden floor. As quietly as possible you closed the door, tip-toeing to the side of the couch. The side of Kurt's body revealed itself by the side coffee table.

"Please go away."

"Not until you talk to me, Love." You crept closer. The air between you fizzled. He was contemplating leaving again. Your body lurched to the floor, landing one hand on his bicep. "Please! Don't leave me!"

Kurt tossed your hand to the side. His curls hid most of his face, which you could sacrifice a finger to see fully. Anything to see him. You sighed, crossing your legs before him. "Why do you think I'm lying?" You prompted again, your voice softer with a newfound patience. "I'm here for you. What will it take for you to talk to me?"

A hand freed itself from the safety of his lap to wipe the running nose beneath the tear-soaked cheeks. "Ich weiß nicht was ich tun soll." His shoulders heaved.

"Babe, I still don't understand," you muttered pathetically.

Kurt's tongue swiped over his bottom lip. Your mind flashed to inappropriate places. "I am not beautiful," he stated, his flawless curls shaking with his head.

Okay. The nub of the problem.

This scenario had run through your head a hundred times before, all in different ways. Different places. You or him being the first to initiate. But no amount of practice in your imagination could prepare you for the looming threat of destroying the best relationship in your life.

Anything for a chance to cheer him up. To see his gorgeous smile, his perfect eyes light up for only a few more minutes.

"Okay. I'm going to tell you this once and you just... need to believe me," you swallowed the bile - the fear that everything could go wrong. That you had ruined everything so perfect about your relationship with three simple words in a moment of adoration. "I do love you. You are my best friend. I cherish our friendship so much-"

"Stop..." Kurt tossed his head back. Given the context, you despised the way his Adam's apple bobbed and the way you wanted to study its perfection under a microscope.

"Just- let me get through this all. I cherish our friendship so much. You understand me better than anyone. I feel the safest around you. And I love the endless nights bonding over the silly nerd shit on the balcony with endless ice cream." This was it. No going back now. "But the amount of times I've gone to bed at night daydreaming about something as simple as going on a date with you... I mean, a proper date. And I imagine so many kisses, so many other things that friends don't do. Sometimes, I even get so desperate that I go through scenarios from that day, but I imagine I'm treating you the way I truly want to."

You couldn't look at him anymore. If so, you may see him staring back at you with such horror and disgust, that you would never be able to look at yourself in the mirror again. "And I do this just in the hope that the daydream will turn into a real dream, and I can sleep through those lovely imaginings and wake up... and... yeah. That is that."

Nothing from him. No words, no shift in position. All you could offer now was the closing line you rehearsed in your mind a hundred times since opening his door.

"I do think you're beautiful. You're the most beautiful person in this entire damn mansion. I'm not daydreaming about anyone else."

When the suspense was ready to rip your heart open, you finally peeked. Kurt was staring. Not with disgust, but with wonder. Hope.

"How do you think these things?" was all he could muster out.

"Pardon?"

His six fingers fidgeted with themselves. You wanted nothing more than to reach out, take them, and kiss each of them until all doubts were ridden from his pretty little head.

"I don't understand. The last person I gave my heart to was disgusted. Horrified by me. I don't understand how you... don't."

Impossible. The thought of him with someone else, no matter how long before you, dried your mouth and made you want to hurl right there. But even more so, the thought of anyone convincing him such horrible narratives could be true... it made your blood boil. Your skin crawl. Nothing was comprehensible to you of how anyone could think of him in such a way. Not Kurt; not the handsome, skilled, kind, and brave man in front of you.

He was too kind for the world. No matter what became of him, how the world treated him, he never faced it with hate. Never pure, genuine hate for the world. Only for himself.

Slowly, knees cracking and heart aching, you reached for him as you willed yourself to stand. Kurt watched you silently beg him for a moment before accepting the offer. You led him to the edge of his bed and simply sat. Held his hands harder when he allowed himself to settle and relax.

Apprehensively, you sucked in a deep breath and steeled your eyes with his. "Please hear me, Love. You are not horrifying, Kurt. You're not disgusting. You are not. I love you, whether or not you choose to believe it, I love you. Both as a friend and as... anything else. However you'll take me."

Your hands snaked up to his neck, cupping the lean muscles beneath your palms. Warm, soft, and true. "It's okay if you don't reciprocate. I just need you to know that someone sees you as beautiful. I would never lie to you."

As if time stopped and you were left fighting through molasses space, your lips touched his cheek. Lower to his chin. Lower to his neck.

"I think your skin is so lovely. It's my second favorite color; second only to yellow."

His throat rumbled under your lips. A firework of giddiness exploded within your stomach.

While your lips traveled onto his collarbone with delicate kisses, daring to taste the rich blue skin only twice, your hands traveled with a mind of their own to play with his three-fingered hands.

"People have three fingers all the time. I see this as no issue." You brought one of his hands to your face, planting more kisses on his palm and down each individual finger.

"I quite like your ears," you confess, dragging one finger along the edge to mess with the pointy tip. "You know folks dig the elves from Lord of the Rings. So how could this be any different?" You smile.

For the first time since you dared call him what he was, Kurt smiled back. He grinned enough to flash the brilliantly pointed canines, which evoked vivid images you would dare never tell your mother.

You were about to start the journey down his chest, something you'd been all too excited to see for months, when the other hand laid a delicate grip to your chin. Masterfully, Kurt steered your face to his, and within milliseconds your daydreams came true.

His lips were still salty from the onslaught of tears, but nothing could have tasted sweeter. Together your lips worked as one, moving and sucking as though life itself lay beyond. Your back hit the mattress, hands scattering to touch every inch of his lean torso.

And then his shirt was off.

While you admired him, finally unburdened and accepting of your words, his mischievous tail snaked to your torso. Butterflies fluttered deep into your abdomen when the strong tail wrapped partially around your waist and lifted you closer to Kurt's body. He smirked down at you, amused by your desperate squirm.

"Is this what you dream of, schatz?"

A sly giggle escaped you as one finger ran down his back, so near to the spine to send gentle shivers through his entire nervous system. "You have fur," you smiled, tilting your head curiously.

"Ja?"

"It's cute." You pulled his face down to you again. You allowed this kiss to be slower. To taste him more. When Kurt pulled back with a wider smile than ever before, there was room in his eyes for nothing more than joy and relief.

"Ich liebe dich."

You ran your lovesick fingers through that beautiful head of hair. You knew what that phrase meant.

[authorsofghosts]

Birthday Kiss | Nightcrawler x Reader | One Shot

Author's Note: I find out an hour after waking up at almost 3pm it's Kurt's birthday... had to write something for the blue lad... German translations at the bottom !!

Summery: It was known by everyone except you two that there was something... awkward between you and Kurt. The exchanges of glances when the other wasn't looking, the way your laughs trailed off... Nothing but tonight was the end of all that.

Themes: Birthday, First Kiss, Fluff OMG, so much Fluff, Mutual Crush, Open Ending, Alcohol/Drinking Mention, Awkwardness, Flirting, Guest Appearance of lots of characters, Kissing (duh), Kurt Has a Beard and Forked Tongue (because fuck you), His face is also skin (not fur), Shorter!R (<5'9), R is a mutant/x-man (No Powers Written).

Word Count: 1.4k

The X-Men knew that Kurt wasn't one to like big celebrations, but that didn't stop them from forcing him out of his comfort zone. They rented out a mutant friendly restaurant for the blue boy's birthday. He had to be quite literally dragged by the hair into Wolverine's jeep to go. It was a site to see, really.

But you were happy to see him warm up to the idea as you crawled into the backseat next to him, his tail stopping it's anxious swishing to wrap around you and bring you closer. This made the both of you blush, his cheeks a faint purple.

"So... you knew about all, uh...this?" He asks, voice barely above a whisper.

"Who do you think brought up having a party?" You laugh, smile beaming as you look up at him. His blush deepens at the thought.

"Was?? Since when?!" He laughs, shaking his head as he tried to hide behind his hands. You reach out and pull his hands away from his face, his yellow eyes widening at the sudden act.

"The first, duh. I knew your birthday was coming up, and I wanted to make sure you knew we cared for you, Blau." You say, quickly watching his reaction, which was much softer than you imagined it would me.

"Well, I should have excepted it from mein Freundchen, huh?" He laughs, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you flush against his side. If it weren't for the slight bumps of the road, your ear would be flat against his chest. He quickly puts his knuckles against your scalp and gives you a noogie.

"Keep it civil back there, kids." The gruff voice of the driver and owner of the jeep said, cigar smoke puffing out his mouth as he spoke.

"Sorry, Logan!" You respond, pushing Kurt off of you, your own cheeks hot with blush. You look over to Rogue, who sat on the other side of Kurt, watching the two of you with a small smirk on her face. "What're you looking at?"

"Oh, nothin', sugar." She says, eyes darting between you and your friend, before turning to look out the window. You weren't sure what she meant, but quickly turned your attention back to Kurt, who shrugs and laughs. You watch as he turns to his sister and gets her attention with his tail.

You watch the two siblings mingle, resulting in both of them laughing about some inside joke. It made your heart flutter to hear him laugh, a big change from the man that didn't even want to celebrate his birthday, having to be dragged out of his room by you and Rogue, forced to get dressed in something slightly fancy, and shoved into the car.

The rest of the trip into town was filled with Wolverine's radio blaring some classic rock, small talk and jokes from the back sit of probably the worst trio to get on Logan's nerves, and the wind blowing through the car from the windows. You all finally arrived at the restaurant, having to wait in the jeep for the others. You get out and stretch your legs, quickly followed by Kurt as he sits back against the jeep, arms stretched high into the air.

You can't help but watch the way his white shirt slightly raises, showing just a bit of the blue fur underneath. You blush once again, quickly looking away before he can see. He finishes stretching, holding the front closure of his leather jacket. "You alright, mein Schatz?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry." You wave him off, seeing two more cars pull into the parking lot. You smile widely, grabbing his wrist, "Come on birthday boy."

Kurt's glowing yellow eyes widen as you pull him along towards the others, a humbled laugh leaving his throat as his tail swishes anxiously behind him. The two of you start a conversation with the others, Scott and Hank both giving Kurt a pat on the back as they greet him. You can't help but notice, even with all the people around, he's staring right at you majority of the time.

The party quickly moves inside, a slight rain picking up in the city. The restaurant was on the top floor of the building, high in the sky with a nice balcony. It wasn't that much a big room, the X-Men filling it up pretty well with the amounts of guests. You were quickly separated from Kurt as he was dragged to the bar by some of the guys. You watched from a distance as they all took a shot. You kind of wished you were there to see what they cheered to, but it was less important than the gossip that Warren was spilling to the small group you found yourself apart of.

The night continued on, food being brought and distributed among everyone. You heard a ring of glass being hit with something metal, getting everyone's attention as Scott stood in the middle of the room.

"Hello, everyone! Thank you all for coming out, truly. We're about to bring out the cake and play happy birthday, so if you'd all like to come over here," He gestured to the table next to him, a spot blank for the cake, "That'd be great, thanks!"

He quickly turned around and started talking with Jean and Logan. You looked around for Kurt, spotting him close to the table with a tail wrapped around his leg. You walked over to him, putting a hand around him in a side hug. "Hey, what's up?"

"Oh! Nothing, just... this is all wunderbar, liebe, I'm just a little... over stimulated?" He laughs out. You understand what he means, grabbing his wrist once more and pulling him towards the balcony.

"Then let's get some air, yeah?" You say, looking back at him and pausing before you step out the door. He nods, walking out with you into the cold air of the New York night. You both sigh, finally away from the loud party. You watch as Kurt walks to the balcony edge, leaning himself against the bars.

"Thank you," He grins, "for everything. I didn't think I'd want to be here, but it's very nice that you arranged this whole thing."

"Oh, it wasn't just me. We all pitched in. I just picked the music and decorations, really." You admit, trying to stay humble as your cheeks burned.

"Ja, but, you know," He turns back to you with a toothy grin, his fangs glinting in the moonlight, "it wouldn't have happened if you didn't ask to have a party."

You nod, understanding what he says but still not wanting to take all the credit. Before you can respond, he teleports behind you, the air around you surrounded with the familiar brimstone and ash smell. He places his hands on your shoulders, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. The feeling of his goatee lingers on your skin as he pull back. "Danke, mein Fraund."

If your face didn't already feel hot, it now felt like it was on fire, your blush dripping to your neck and ears at the gesture. You look over at him, a genuine smile on your lips. "You're very welcome, Kurt." You say, turning around and wrapping your arms around his middle. You nuzzle against his chest.

You both stay there for a few moments, taking it in. You pull away first, heart pounding as the thought of your next action. Your hands travel up to Kurt's face, holding it in place as you stand on your tiptoes. "And... you're welcome for this." You say softly before pressing your lips flush against his own.

Kurt tenses up for a moment, the glow of his eyes disappearing as he closes his eyes, leaning further into the kiss. This shocked you, making you gasp, taken aback as his forked tongue licks across your bottom lip. He pulls you closer into him, a hand combing through your hair and holding your head in place.

You open your mouth, allowing him access into it. He chuckles softly, tail snaking around your hips. The kiss feels like it lasts forever, the two of you tangling in one another. When he finally pulls away, your eyes open to the sight of his cheeks a deep violet, feeling his breath pant against your lips as he presses your foreheads together.

"Did... that really just happen?" He asks, voice hoarse.

"Yeah, it did... It very much did, Kurt." You respond, pressing your lips against his again, but only for a moment. "Think of it as... a birthday gift, yeah?"

"I think a birthday kiss is the best thing you could have given me, Liebchen." Kurt laughs, capturing your lips once again.

"Was?" = What? "Blau" = Blue. "mein Freundchen" = My friend (in a condescending/playful way). "mein Schatz" = My treasure/My darling/My sweetheart. "Wunderbar" = Wonderful. "Liebe" = Love. "Ja" = Yes. "Danke, mein Fraund" = Thank you, my friend. "Liebchen" = Darling.

[cera-writes]

Nightcrawler meeting mutant reader with no social skills who blurts out 'you have beautiful eyes' when they first meet.

His Eyes

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x gn!Reader Tags: fluff, first meeting, social awkwardness

You gripped the worn duffel bag tighter, knuckles white against the faded fabric. The X-Mansion was unlike anything you'd ever seen - a sprawling manor that screamed wealth and history. It felt a world away from the tiny, cramped apartment you used to hide in.

Anxiety gnawed at you. Here, surrounded by these powerful mutants, your own abilities felt like a child's parlor trick. You could barely teleport a few feet without getting a splitting headache, and even then, the direction was never guaranteed.

Social interaction was another minefield entirely. You'd always struggled to read social cues, let alone initiate conversation. But hey, at least you weren't alone. Professor Xavier had paired you with another a similar mutant - a tall, blue guy with the most gorgeous, unusual eyes you'd ever seen.

"Nightcrawler," he introduced himself, his voice a smooth German rumble. You fumbled for a response, the carefully practiced greeting evaporating from your mind. Finally, blurted out, "Your eyes are... beautiful."

Kurt blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. You flushed, mortified. 'Smooth, (y/n),' you internally groaned. Maybe mutant telepathy wasn't the only thing you lacked control over.

A soft chuckle escaped Nightcrawler's lips. "Why, Danke, that's very kind of you to say. Though, I must admit, it's not something I hear often." His voice held a hint of amusement, but there was no mockery in it. Relief washed over you, a cool wave calming your frantic thoughts.

"I, uh," you stammered, "I just meant... they're a nice shade of yellow. Like... sunshine after a storm." Ugh, that sounded even worse.

Nightcrawler tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "An apt description, I must admit. But thank you again. It's a lovely compliment, even if a bit... unexpected."

You managed a weak smile back, a sliver of hope sparking in your chest. Maybe, just maybe, this new beginning wouldn't be so bad after all. You stole another glance at Nightcrawler, his yellow eyes gleaming with a warmth that seemed to pierce through your own. Maybe you weren't so different after all.

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Humans And Mutants - Chapter 11 - Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Title: Falling To Pieces

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Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Jean, Scott, Kurt, Ororo, Charles, Magneto (Mentioned), Stryker (Mentioned), some of the children (Mentioned), Mutant 143, Rogue (Mentioned), Bobby, and Colossus (Mentioned)

WC: 1,115

Warnings: X-Men canon violence, X-Men canon storyline, brief mention of death/killing, italics, cursing, yelling, slow burn, fluff, and angst

(Sorry, if this series is a bit odd, I made this in 2018)

“No…” The girl began as Charles stared at her, concentrating. “No! Stop! You’re hurting me!” The little girl was furious and in pain, and the whole room flashed from illusion to illusion, an amalgam of horrible nightmares and melancholy landscapes. Death, pain, agony, and horror. The platform continued to be suspended throughout each illusion. “Get out of my head!” 

Suddenly, the girl flashed into 143 in the illusion, as Charles broke it down. Ororo saw this and concentrated, her eyes turned white. Electricity culled from the ceiling, and the wind blew in their faces; lightning flashed and then hit 143. The little girl screamed as the illusion broke, her face twitched and flashed into the leering, ghoulish image of Mutant 143, then back to the girl. She then vanished, revealing 143 completely. The illusion finally dropped. Broken.

Dark Cerebro was falling apart, beams and pieces of the structure fell from above. Charles closed his eyes and reached up with his hands and quickly removed the helmet. The lights dimmed and the hum ceased. Charles stared at Mutant 143, whose face was emotionless, but his eyes seemed to be filled with sadness… Possibly regret. The room was hit hard. The ceiling above them began to chip and crack, a giant grinder hit the platform, destabilizing it, and 143 was knocked off the edge; they all helplessly watched him fall into the abyss. The platform was about to break away completely, so Ororo moved close to Charles, and Nightcrawler did his best to cover his arms around them both. 

Massive cracks spread through the dam like spider webs. Parts of concrete began to fall away. Water gushed from the holes, and the entire dam was about to collapse. Scott, Jean, and the kids stood, blasted by snowy wind, waiting beside the abandoned helipad. Nightcrawler and Ororo emerged from the tunnel, followed by you and Logan; he was carrying Charles.

“Logan?” Ororo asked, staring at the helipad.

Logan walked past her. His jaw dropped. The helicopter was gone. Stryker’s body laid on the ground, eyes wide in a frozen outcry, the steel chains coiled around his throat. “Magneto.” Logan said with a growl. Logan stared at Stryker's body for a beat, then suddenly turned, and stared at the surrounding woods.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you gently placed a hand on his arm, your eyes following where he was looking. 

Trees began to shake, clumps of snowfall fell from the branches. A faint thunder and the sound of snapping wood echoed in the distance. It was growing louder. “Shit.” Logan muttered.

“What is that?” Nightcrawler asked, warrily.

Logan pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing, “Alkali Lake. All of it.” Logan answered, his voice deep and stiff.

Eyes widening, you felt your heart race in horror, “Crap.”

Suddenly, wind explodes from the forest like a shockwave, almost knocking the group to the ground. They turned to see a huge black shape, tearing through the woods. The X-Jet was slicing treetops over their heads, awkwardly trying to slow down over the helipad. Ororo grabbed onto Nightcrawler’s arm, and he knew what to do. Wrapping his arms around her, they both quickly disappeared into the jet.

They appeared in the cockpit, and she took the seat next to Rogue, who was still wide-eyed and shaken, she held onto the controls with white-knuckled fear. “It’s okay. You can let go.” Ororo muttered quietly, reassuringly before she grabbed the controls from the terrified teen and steadied the jet.

The jet was maintained and lowered onto the helipad, and the ramp dropped, revealing a frantic Bobby. “Hurry!”

The kids scrambled up the ramp, and Colossus took Charles from Logan. Rogue looked out the windshield and saw a massive wave of water heading straight towards them, trees snapping like twigs in the process. Rogue eyed her nervously, Ororo had her hand on the controls, ready to lift off. 

Scott led Jean up the ramp. You and Logan followed behind them. “Take us up!” Scott yelled out, and Ororo yanked back on the handles. The then X-Jet raised, barely dodging more debris and water as the tunnel exit, helipad, and Stryker’s body were engulfed.

Logan stood on the ramp, looking down at the furious waters below. He looked closer to see the waves head down-river, flooding over the old base, washing away any remnant of Logan’s past. With a solemn look on his face, Logan turned around and headed up the ramp, and it closed behind him. As he looked up, he spotted you standing there, hands in your pockets, a sad expression on your face.

“It’s ain’t fair.” Logan said, annoyed, turning his gaze down to the metal flooring of the X-Jet.

“I know...” You sighed - disappointed - as you leaned against the wall of the jet.

Logan sighed right back, before “Are ya okay?” Logan asked, considering you found out that you were experimented on by Stryker and his men. 

You shrugged, “Yeah, physically yeah… Mentally, I don’t know, but my question is how’d you get so good at making me like you?” You asked, crossing your arms, trying your best to change the subject, and lift the sour mood.

“I’m the best at what I do.” Logan replied, amused, his frown slowly slipping into a smirk.

You nodded, happy that you were able to bring a smile to his face; albeit a smirk. Your face felt warm, even though you weren’t in the cold snow anymore. “You know, I’m sorry about this. I knew you really wanted your revenge. So, I got a surprise for you.” You then spoke up, before you disappeared in a bright light. Logan stood there very confused for a quick second before you reappeared. You smiled and looked around you to see and make sure that no one was watching, and no one was; you then handed him a Dr. Pepper.

Logan smirked turned into a smile as he took it from you, his fingers gently brushing against yours; accidentally? Who knows? “Where’d you get this?” He asked, popping the lid.

“My cabin. When I sneak one from the mansion, I save some. So, I thought you would like one since there’s nothing here on the Jet. And, you know, after everything, a Dr. Pepper can really brighten someone's day.” You shrugged, rubbing the back of your neck as you glanced away briefly.

Logan chuckled and took a sip of the drink, “That was very cliche.” His words made you gasp in faux offense.

“Cliche?” You exclaimed with a chuckle, pressing a hand to your chest, “Okay, no more Dr. Peppers for you.”

Logan’s grin softened, admiring your smile - and laugh - as he made a mental note to thank you later.

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See me | K. Macdermid

Possessive!Kurits X fem!reader

A/N: I think Kurtis Macdermid is the biggest bestest gentle giant ever, and he needs more love, so hopefully you enjoy this dear reader (At the time of posting this he had a MASSIVE game winner goal, love that for him).

Summary: Kurtis and Y/N are great friends, best friends even. Y/N has a terrible day that brings her over to his apartment. Kurtis has a lot to say, but doesn’t want to ruin anything…

CW: fluff, friends/neighbors to lovers, Emotional Hurt comfort??? Mentions of cheating (NOT Kurtis he would never). Swearing. Let me know if I missed anything!

NSFW: fun giggly soft morning sex, praise, size difference and possessiveness if you squint.

Word count: 6k

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“Please tell me you have ice cream here.” YN said into the dark entryway leading into Kurtis’s apartment, the glare of the tv in the living room shining.

Y/N and Kurtis had known each other for six years now, but felt like they had known each other forever. He was easily one of her best friends. She was his next door neighbor, her living in 305 and him in 304. Kurt’s mom left him a plant the day he moved in that she insisted he needed to take care of to “teach him the responsibility of taking care of something”. She left it despite him explaining for the millionth time that he can’t keep a live plant when he travels half of the season at the bare minimum.

This turned into sweet 22 year old Kurtis sheepishly knocking on her door about an hour before he had to leave for his first roadie of the year; introducing himself and pleading with her to water his plant so his mom wouldn’t lose it when she visited for the holidays. Y/N smiled and agreed, only for him to slap a key into her hand and shuffle his carryon and suit bag out her door again. When he came back a week and a half later, his plant was thriving in the windowsill, and Y/N had left a container of soup in his fridge with a note. He knocked on her door again, empty container in hand, sheepishly admitting he forgot to ask for her name, and their friendship took off.

Kurtis never saw himself being best friends with the cute girl who lived next door, let alone having her around as much as they could manage with their schedules. She made him look forward to downtime at home, and watering that silly plant that was still living in his windowsill all these years later. She brought him out of his shell on nights out, and helped him keep his bloody knuckles clean after big fights. She even gave him nicknames that he prayed would never see the light of day, like K-cup and K-mart (he secretly loved them, but his teammates would lose their minds).

At some point along the line, butterflies started to flutter in his stomach when he heard Y/N laugh or when she would get in a giddy mood after a couple too many while out with his teammates. He was absolutely enthralled with his best friend, and he had absolutely no idea how to tell her without destroying every good thing that had come out of their friendship. He was happy being her best friend for now, but he couldn’t help feeling jealous of her dates and thinking about her when she wasn’t there.

“Hello to you too Y/N.” he said, standing up and walking into the hallway to greet her.

His size and his reputation on the ice led many people to believe he was cold and unforgiving all the time. He towered over most people at 6’5”, and his shoulders easily doubled Y/N’s. But Y/N knew that underneath all that hard fighting exterior was a big softie who cared a lot about people. He was so calm and sweet off the ice, and wickedly observant, more so than anyone she had ever met. it practically gave her whiplash the first time she saw him fight during a game. It was a unique privilege of being so close to him.

She knew she could lean on him when times got tough, just like he could lean on her. That is exactly what brought her over to his apartment at 10pm, still in her work clothes and upset about the horrible day she just had.

Y/N basically fell into his arms at the end of the hallway, her head hitting right on top of his sternum. He smelled like his shampoo and laundry detergent, musky and warm and uniquely Kurtis. He was dressed in a gray Nike sweatshirt and some black basketball shorts. He was warm, like he had been lounging on the couch with some blankets for a couple of hours, trying to keep the November chill out. She could always count on him being warm and cozy.

He hugged her and rubbed her back, knowing it was one of the simple things he could do to help her relax. He could feel the tension in her body as he held her, wanting to help make it melt away so she could recover from whatever brought her over here at this hour. He could tell there was something seriously bothering her, beyond the normal stresses of working hard. The Avs had a day off tomorrow, so he didn’t care (not that he would have cared anyway).

“I’ll get bowls, you go get changed.” He said into her hair and she nodded gently, pulling away from him finally.

Y/N kept clothes in his dresser for nights like this, and he had some in her apartment too. There had been a few nights that had turned into sleepovers, and there was absolutely no way she could fit into any bottoms of his. She tried once, and she pulled the drawstring so tight together that the strings practically hung down to her knees, the cuff of each pant leg engulfing her legs and feet. He laughed every time he looked at her, his sweatpants almost falling off her all night.

She pulled out sleep shorts from her area, reaching for an old Avs training camp t-shirt of Kurtis’s instead of one of her own. She didn’t want anything restricting or too cold. She took off her work clothes, feeling like layers of the god awful day were falling off with them. She opted for no bra and no makeup; washing her face in his bathroom. Finally, she threw on some fuzzy socks.

When she came back out, he was back on the couch with blankets over his lap, a bowl of chocolate ice cream in his hand and a bowl sitting on the table for Y/N. An LA vs Kraken game was on, the volume low but not silent. She sighed, burying herself under the blankets next to him. The ice cream was perfectly rich and sweet, just how she liked it. Kurtis looked at her apprehensively, wanting to ask a million questions but also not wanting to press too hard. They ate without speaking, the low cheers of the King’s crowd interrupting perfect silence.

“Fuck, today was horrible.” She finally muttered, setting the empty bowl down.

He looked over at her after setting his bowl down too, casting his big arm over the back of the couch, “how so?”

“God where do I start. I was late waking up this morning, like late enough that there was no way i could blame it on traffic. The higher ups had a screaming fest at everyone in the office because of something that wasn’t our fault. I had to cut my lunch way short because one of the interns royally fucked up something I had a hand in making, so I had to pick up the pieces. I couldn’t leave work until about 8:30. My check engine light lit up on my way home, so I spent a good hour trying to get a hold of the auto shop for this week.” Y/N spilled, Kurtis listening quietly, “A-and…” she faltered.

“And?” Kurtis urged, wanting her to get it all out.

“I saw Chris out with some girl. O-on the drive home. I stopped to get dinner and saw him across the street. He was holding her hand and kissing her at that little Italian place he used to take me to. I didn’t know what to do, so I called him and told him I knew and that it was over. He texted but I don’t want to look. I can’t stand it.” She sniffled out, tears streaming down her cheeks, “I said I wasn’t going to cry over that dirt bag but fuck today can’t get any worse! I wasted 9 months on that asshole!”

“Shit, Y/N…” he said, gently pulling her into his side for a hug. “I’m so sorry. What a dick.”

He knew he shouldn’t feel relieved about that news. He knew he should be upset about her losing Chris, but he wasn’t. He hated seeing her cry over a douchebag when he knew that he could do a million times better. He knew he would treat her like a queen for the rest of forever, no games. He would make her feel seen, heard, loved, and satisfied. He knew that he could make her the happiest woman on the planet. Just having her in his arms was making his heart speed up.

He held her there on the couch for what felt like hours, running his hand along her spine while she cuddled into his side. He even wiped away stray tears with his other hand and carded his fingers through her hair. Touch was very normal for them, she loved physical contact with him whenever she could get it. This was a blessing and a curse for Kurtis; he loved that she loved his hugs and touches, but he hated that he had to control the fast beating of his heart while she was close.

They talked about Chris and how they would drive over to his place together to get the few things she had over there. They talked about Kurtis’s game and the fight he was recently in, Y/N grabbing his hand to look at how his knuckles were healing. They talked about anything and everything wrapped up together. Y/N was almost asleep, having cried and talked out all of her frustrations. Kurtis could feel her breathing even out against him, her eyes drooping shut.

“Let’s go to bed, you’ve had a horrible day.” He said quietly, shifting her in his arms so he could pick her up off the couch.

He made his way to his bedroom, setting her down on the left side of the bed so he could use the bathroom on e last time and wash his face. For a moment, a split second, he let himself indulge in looking at her sleeping in his bed. He imagined her sleeping in his shirt because she was his. His eyes traced her body, his mind filling with scenarios, some admittedly not the cleanest thoughts.

He shook them out and finished getting ready for bed, pulling off his hoodie and throwing on a t-shirt. When he finally laid down on his side of the bed, he drew the covers up both of their bodies, really meaning to stay on his side and not make it any harder for either of them. He couldn’t resist scooting closer to her, reaching a hand up to pull a lock of hair off her face. He wished that he could pull her in and lay kisses on her face, letting her sleep on him all night.

“God, I wish you would see me Y/N. I love you so much and I don’t know how to say it to your face.” He said quietly to her sleeping form, pressing the lightest kiss to the crown of her head, “maybe someday you’ll see me and let me love you sweetheart.”

Kurtis thought his confession fell on deaf ears, but Y/N had woken up a little when the mattress dipped. He loved her? He cherished her like that? No one had ever told her that, not a single boyfriend had ever made her feel like that, and it took Kurtis 5 seconds to say. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she tried so hard to stay still. She wanted to spring up and lay a kiss on his lips, but that would have to be a problem for the next day.

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Y/N woke up before Kurtis the next morning, the sun shining through little cracks in his blinds. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sunk back into the pillows, enjoying the morning quiet. She was on her side facing Kurtis, somehow getting wrapped up nice and close to him in the night. There was enough distance between the two of them that she could see his peaceful face.

The last day came flooding back to her as she looked at him, all topped off with his quiet confession that she wasn’t meant to hear. Her cheeks burned at the thought. She was laying next to the man she had spent countless hours with, but had never truly seen him the way he saw her. Now she could see him, the way he wanted her to. All of a sudden, every touch of the last 12 hours lit her on fire. He had taken the time, again and again for years to comfort her, keep her safe, and make her feel important despite his tremendously busy schedule. She had done her fair share of helping him too, but she hadn’t seen him truly.

For the first time, she admired him close up in this new light. His brown curls were falling over his forehead and the pillow under his head, his brow relaxed in his sleep. She admired the bump in his nose and his long eyelashes cast over his cheeks. There was the yellowish-greenish remainder of a black eye he had gotten about a week ago during a game. She looked at his lips somewhat covered in his mustache. His beard looked scruffy and unkempt from sleeping on it, but she new if she touched his face it would be soft under her fingertips. Soft little snores came from between his lips. Y/N could never forget this moment, as long as she lived. She had never seen someone so beautiful right in front of her.

Right as she was about to scoot closer, he stirred in his sleep, taking a deep breath and blinking his eyes open. She always thought his eyes were the prettiest chocolate brown color. He met her eyes and his face relaxed again, his eyes soft and adoring. Kurtis thought Y/N looked so beautiful in the morning light, hair cast over the pillows and face soft from sleep. Her face was a little swollen from all the crying yesterday, but he didn’t care. She was always beautiful to him.

“G’morning. How do you feel?” He asked, his voice deeper and more gravely than usual, making Y/N melt where she lay.

“Like I cried all night.” She joked, scooting closer to him.

He reached for her, bringing her in for another hug. Kurtis felt completely at peace in this moment, imagining for a second that they weren’t even thinking about her ex, instead enjoying the morning together, kissing and laughing and maybe even rolling around in the sheets for a little while. He rolled onto his back, keeping her tucked into his side while he checked his phone for the time. He put it back down lightning fast, wanting to enjoy the few moments he got in his little fantasy before they had to get up and get her stuff from Chris’s place. Y/N was practically buzzing, his arm like an anchor behind her. He looked back at her, meeting her face, mere inches away.

She couldn’t help herself.

She craned her neck up, meeting his lips in a tentative kiss. He sucked in a surprised breath, eyes widening. He snapped out of it in an instant, kissing her back gently but firmly. He wanted to convey every second of emotion he had felt for her up until this moment. His hand found her jaw, caressing her like he had dreamed of doing for years. He deepened the kiss, pulling her almost on top of him and biting her lip gently. She pulled away, him chasing her lips as she did, looking down at him with a sweet grin.

“W-what was that for Y/N?” He asked softly, his thumb grazing her cheekbone, “I- I don’t… what about Chris? I can’t be a rebound Y/N, I won’t be able to recover-“ The words falling out of his mouth before he could catch himself.

She placed her finger on his lips, silencing him, then left a soft kiss in its place, “I know, K. I may or may not have heard you last night, Ive had a few hours to really think about it.” She teased lightly, his eyes widening in surprise.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that! I just… didn’t know how you’d react. I can’t stop feeling like this Y/N, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He said, speaking like he was caught up in his own thoughts.

She kissed him again then, trying to show him that she felt the same, “I love you so much, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Parroting his words back at him.

This time, he leaned up and kissed her. He finally indulged in what he desired for years. His right hand cradled the back of her head, his left snaking down to her lower back, keeping her against him. He rolled them over, his arms caging her in. His legs were still off to the side, but they were basically intertwined. She let out the slightest noise, one that he wouldn’t have heard if he wasn’t so close. It lit him on fire inside, beyond anything he had ever felt.

He pulled back, looking down at her, practically drinking her in. She looked up at him peacefully, hair strewn on the pillow in a halo around her head. the shirt she had innocently thrown on last night was striking a possessive chord in him, her body practically engulfed in the soft fabric. She finally looked like she was his, and all he had to do was take that leap with her.

Kurtis kissed Y/N with more hunger, letting himself explore her mouth while she explored his. His hands traveled her body, touching and tracing, learning her body again in a way that he hadn’t before.

For Y/N, this was something entirely new and precious in every way. he seemed to be tuned to her perfectly, drawing out sensations she had never experienced with anyone else. His touch was so gentle and uniquely him, his kiss so fiery it made her feel like she was in her own fairytale.

He began kissing and lightly nipping at her neck, drawing a wet path of kisses over to her ear and down. His other hand smoothed across her waist and around the side of her boob, almost teasing her with the anticipation. Her hands were wandering over the vast expanse of his back and through his hair. She committed every ridge and valley to memory, enjoying the feeling of his hard muscles.

He sat up suddenly, falling back on his knees and pulling his shirt up and over his head, revealing his broad chest and shoulders. Y/N melted on the spot, letting out a pleased little giggle. he smiled back at her, moving over so he was directly in front of her. His hands found her knees in front of him, rubbing the pad of his thumb across them.

“You’re so pretty Y/N..” he said, letting his eyes rake over her again.

“You’re so handsome K.” She said, making him smile hard enough to crinkle the corners of his eyes.

He sank back down on top of her, making her legs part to make room for him. He laid some smiley kisses on her lips and cheeks, letting his hands wander to the hem of his shirt. He pulled up slowly, silently asking for her consent to take it all the way off of her. She sat up a little bit, letting him pull it off and throw it in a random direction behind him.

They had seen each other in varying states of undress over the years. Y/N had seen him work out on his balcony during summers, pretending to read while having internal monologue about why women loved him so much, like Jesus was he toned. One summer, Kurtis accidentally walked in on her changing into her swimsuit the year he took her to Cabo with him over all star break. He told her he hadn’t seen anything and they both laughed it off, drinking cocktails and enjoying the beach. He had seen just a sliver of pretty skin before slapping his hand over his eyes. He felt so thirsty for that little peek, but he had thought about it over the years during lonely nights in his hotel. All of that was no match for what was in front of him.

Her breasts were beyond perfect. She looked so beautiful laying there, waiting for him to make his next move. She suddenly felt more vulnerable, like his eyes were burning holes in her body. Those feelings washed away as he ran his fingers over her, letting his thumbs graze her nipples. It turned him on to no end watching how she reacted to his touches. Her back arched and twitched, moving to get more contact with him. Y/N let out little moans and sighs, letting her eyes flutter close from the sensation. This was exactly what he wanted.

He leaned back down, leaving another trail of kisses along the column of her throat, then collarbones, then the valley between her tits. He payed attention to one, sucking and playing with one nipple while his hand squeezed the other. The sounds she was making were growing louder, ringing desperately in his ears. He wished he could hear her like this for eternity.

“You sound so pretty…” he said, observant as always. His voice was still deep and gravely, making his praise that much better.

She was wound up enough that she was getting a little desperate for more. She wanted everything he had to offer, and wanted him to have all of her, finally. Her hand reached between them, playing with the string holding his shorts up. Her thumb found its way under the waistband of both his shorts and boxers, playfully snapping them back against him. He let out a little groan, spurring her on that much more.

“Can I please?” She asked, grabbing onto the waistband of his shorts.

“Yeah…” he breathed, his mind short circuiting a bit.

He sat up again, coming to the side of his king bed so she could pull his shorts off, letting them pool around his ankles before he stepped out of them. he reached for hers too, directing her to lift her hips so he could slide them off. His hands stayed by band of her panties, playing with it. Y/N sat up so her face was now about level with his abdomen.

“What do you like?” Kurtis asked quietly, letting his hands fall on the sides of her face so he could draw it up.

“I-I like a lot of things. I like your lips… I like your hands… I like you, K.” She said, her voice coming out a little squished sounding from his palms squeezing her cheeks, “w-what do you like?”

“Hmm. I like those things too, In fact I love those things. I like your voice too.” He said, letting his hands fall to the back of her neck so he could kiss her “I like all of you. I want you to enjoy this with me…”

Those soft words coming from between kisses made Y/N melt, her panties almost soaking through. Of course she had slept with a handful of guys before this, but none of them, not even Chris, we’re like this. Kurtis had a way of making each of his few words so effective, driving her crazy. She felt so wanted and safe with him.

Her lips found his abs, kissing down to his navel. She kissed each side, sucking a light mark into the left side before continuing down his happy trail. Kurtis was looking down in awe at his girl, his hands carding through her hair as she kissed along the hair on his happy trail. Her hands were on his hips, rubbing his hipbones and exploring the cut of his hips that was exposed. All this touching and kissing was making him a little desperate, groans coming from deep in his throat. It was her turn to wish to hear him like this forever.

She pushed him back a little, hooking her fingers into the band of his boxers, “can I?” She asked, and he nodded vigorously.

She giggled at his eager response before pulling them down, again letting him step out of them. He was hard, painfully so, and the first word that came to mind for Y/N was ‘proportional’. She practically salivated at the sight.

“Please let me taste…” she said, somewhat shyly, and he giggled and stepped up, putting his fingers back into her locks.

“God you’re so perfect.” He murmured as her lips wrapped around the tip.

She took it slow and teasing, listening to him moan and sigh above her. She couldn’t take all of him, so one hand came up to pump the rest. The other hand rested on his thigh, feeling the corded muscles move under her touch. It all felt a little sloppy and dirty, but that turned her on even more. He was coated in her spit, making a wet sound as she took more of him. She pulled off every once in a while, catching her breath. The more she did, the closer he got. Eventually, he grabbed a gentle fistful of her hair and pulled her off him, taking an extra beat to appreciate her sweet face

“You’re so good for me, but it’s my turn.” He said, giving her a kiss and pushing her back.

she laid back, letting him pull her panties down. She was practically sopping wet now; his gentle possessiveness really did something to her. He fell to his knees, her legs coming up over his shoulders. He brought one hand up to cross over her hips, the other coming to run through her folds. She tried to wiggle, but his grip had her firmly in place. Moans came tumbling from her lips as he attached his to her pussy, diving in like a starved man.

His fingers were long and rugged, finding the perfect spot deep in her while his tongue made strong strokes over her clit. Her body was shaking with pleasure as he kept on. Kurtis listened to her moans and whines, paying attention to every little thing, trying to find out what worked for her. His fingers and tongue fell in step with each other, coming to a slow rhythmic pace.

“P-please! I’m s-so close K… please don’t stop!” Y/N begged, her voice coming out used.

Kurtis had never felt so alive. His girl had the prettiest moans, the gentlest hands, and the sweetest pussy he had ever seen or tasted. It was like he pulled her out of a dream and into his room. All the years of pining for her led up to this moment, and he was impressed beyond his wildest dreams.

“K-Kurtis!!” She moaned, high pitched and whiney as her orgasm hit her strong.

Y/N felt like her insides had been turned to magma. Both of her hands tightened into fists as her body shook, one in his hair and the other in the sheets below her. He kept up his movements at a slightly gentler pressure, working her through it and letting her come down. He got up from the ground, kissing up her body and neck till he reached her lips again. She could taste herself on his lips, his beard shiny and sticky from her.

“God, so fucking perfect Y/N…” he said again, giving her a moment to calm down and relax.

“Do you have a condom?” She breathed, letting her hands wander the expanse of his chest and shoulders.

He turned wordlessly to the nightstand beside them, opening the drawer and pulling out a new box of condoms. She had a giggle at the passing thought that he had been prepared for this moment by buying an entirely new box, even though that probably wasn’t true. He used his car key sitting on the nightstand to open the plastic and pull out a condom. He tore the foil with his teeth, reaching down to roll it over his length.

In the meantime, Y/N had scooted up the bed again, turning onto her side to face him in all of her naked glory. She watched as he straightened up, absolutely towering over her. His eyes were intense and lustful, yet endearing and excited. This was exactly what she needed from someone, a romantic yet lighthearted experience.

“How do you want me, Kurtis?” She asked as he kneeled on the bed in front of her again.

He thought for a split second, “on your back, I wanna look at you.” He murmured.

She loved his sureness and his steady voice, he had always had those but it felt different in this new light. His hand found her side again, pushing her over so she was on her back with her head on top of the pillows. He crawled up between her legs and caged her in with his arms. One of her hands came up to touch his scruffy face, the other falling next to her head on the pillow.

“You ready love?” He asked so gently, his dick hot against her.

“Yes, take what you need K.” She said, his eyes darkening.

That’s all he needed to reach down and align himself with her, pushing forward slowly so they could really feel every inch of each other. Both of their jaws fell open, letting sighs and soft moans flow out of their mouths. Kurtis basked in the warm, tight wetness, letting it consume every nerve. Y/N could feel every ridge against her sensitive insides, feeling split open in the best way possible.

Once his hipbones made contact with the backs of her thighs, he stilled, letting them both take a moment to adjust and prepare. Kurtis new that she would feel beyond anything he could dream, but this moment blew every dream he ever had about her out of the water. It was like they were made for each other. She overtook his senses, nothing else mattering to him. She felt the same way. She didn’t even need to voice it.

“You feel so good.” He said into her ear, feeling her shiver, “taking me so well love.”

He drew back about halfway before pushing in again, drawing out a soft moan from her lips. He set a deep pace, trying to find the spots inside her that made her squirm. He took a self indulgent moment to look down at where they were connected, watching himself disappear into her.

Her moans got louder, coming out a little more whiny and high pitched as he learned her. Her hand covered her mouth, muffling the sounds. He grabbed her hand and held it under his own so she couldn’t cover her pretty sounds. He wanted to hear what he was doing to her, he wanted it to ring in his ears forever.

“Feels s-so good Kurtis. Keep going just like t-that…” she said into his ear.

Y/N loved his sounds too. He sighed and groaned, leaving little kisses on her face and neck as he moved. He was driving her crazy with every move. He could reach every spot and graze every area, keeping her on a slow and steady path to paradise. She could barely keep her eyes open with how intense it all was.

As promised, Kurtis watched her too. He watched her face contort in pleasure and her mouth fall open when he grazed her g spot. He could feel her winding up, closer and closer to the edge. His face found the crook of her neck, laying kisses and bites right on the curve of her neck. Kurtis was getting so close, his muscles contracting on top of her.

“Come on Y/N… that’s it love…” he encouraged, feeling her flutter around him at the pet name “I can’t hold on much longer baby.”

“Touch me K… please!” She almost whined out, making Kurtis smile a little cocky.

He reached between them and rubbed her clit again, making her gasp and writhe. Her hips were grinding against him, moving independently of her mind. He could feel her wetness leaking around them, covering his fingers and his dick. He had never felt anything better.

“Come with me baby, fuckkk, come on.” He encouraged, feeling her orgasm coming on quickly.

This orgasm was intense and devouring, her mouth stuck open and her back arched. She let out a high pitched sound, gasping and shaking as he rubbed her through it. A few pumps later, Kurtis was coming too. His muscles were flexed and taught. He grunted and moaned in her ear, letting them both come down. In the heat of the moment, he grabbed her, still connected, and rolled them over so she was laying directly on top of him, chest to chest.

Kurtis giggled. He couldn’t help himself.

His big hands found her back, running up and down in an attempt to help her catch her breath. Her arms were at his sides, wrapping around his torso to keep them as close as possible. He laid kisses against her head too.

“God, you’re fucking incredible.” He said, making Y/N laugh.

“You are too K. We should have tried this sooo long ago.” She joked, looking up at him with her chin resting on his chest.

They stayed like that for what felt like forever, but was probably five minutes. Eventually, his hands found her hips, wordlessly encouraging her to move up and off his dick so they could clean up. The wet sound and pop of them separating almost sent Kurtis into another horny fantasy, but he let her roll off of him and sit up. They went together into the bathroom, brushing teeth and cleaning themselves up.

The moment was so domestic despite their activities for the morning. He could see himself doing this every morning for the rest of his life. She was so perfect for him, and he was so perfect for her. He watched her run a warm washcloth over her face, her mouth stretching into a yawn. Her hand found a hickey he had left on the side of her bare breast, making her smile.

“You tired me out k, can we cuddle and doze for a little?” She asked, and he simply nodded.

“Then we gotta go get your stuff from Chris love.” He said, kinda hating the way chris’s name tasted on his tongue.

She sighed, and agreed, making her way back to the bed to lay down. He pulled her into his side, feeling her body relax back into sleep. He leaned down, planting a featherlight kiss on the crown of her head and the shell of her ear too. Kurtis had finally gotten what he wanted, his missing piece.

“Thank you, my love.”

[dimepdf]

DATING KURT WOULD INCLUDE. + KURT KUNKLE

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. what being in a relationship with Kurt would be like.

pairing. kurt kunkle x reader

genre and warnings. 18+ under cut MDNI, none gender specific, incel Kurt, fluff, gamer boyfriend trope, not canon to movie, just silly little headcanons, i honestly don't know how to tag this. | — feedback is always welcomed & don’t forget to reblog 🤍

Honestly, I can not believe that you guys convinced me to write this. You literally put a gun to my head and told me to start writing this with my black ass. 

Ight come get y'all juice ig.

Kurt is the type of boyfriend who just doesn't know what to do when you show him affection, the man takes a minute to process every compliment that you give him.

"Wait...Did you just call me a pretty boy?"

"Kurt, I said that an hour ago, babe."

Your first date is going to be cheap.

I'm just being honest here, but that doesn't mean that this man wouldn't burn a hole in his pockets just to buy you whatever you want from the McDonald's dollar menu. 

He will randomly just check up on you throughout the day.

Even if you're spending it together, he’ll suddenly just stop what he’s doing and analyze you for a bit.

Despite you two being in a relationship, Kurt pulls zero bitches, no matter how much he tries to present himself as this super confident guy with a super hot partner.

And because of that, he’s very inexperienced when it comes to relationships.

You have to be the one to initiate everything when it comes to your relationship. 

But when you are being affectionate, you have to turn it all the way up a notch because this man is kind of dense.

You would wrap your arms around him as he sat in his gamer chair watching him play one of his silly little games. 

The sound leaking from his headset as you shifted to his lap, unaffected by your presence, thinking you just wanted to cuddle.

But then you start kissing him on the collarbone...

Man's is instantly hard.

here's where it get's a little spicy...

You discover that Kurt is quite vocal during sex.

Like a modern day porn star, you cannot shut him the fuck up.

Every little touches from you makes him feel like he’s experiencing sex for the first time, every time.

It isn't that hard to please him since he’s never felt the touch of a everyone ever in his life, so you would give him the most sheet gripping, teeth clenching, knuckle biting head of his life.

Kurt has this thing with eye contact.

You have to look him in the eye while you guys are having sex or he just can’t cum.

Same with biting.

He doesn't do it to you, but he’ll burst at the seams if you tease him by sinking your teeth into any part of his body.

Do not try this with his slong.

He has accidentally hit you before the time that you tried to jump scare him.

His reflexes are insane. 

Also he cries. 

You have to give that man aftercare because he literally breaks down.

That post-nut clarity hits him like a ton of fucking bricks.

All he wants to do is be the little spoon and cuddle with you. 

okay back to being cute again...

Whenever he wins a round, you have to kiss him. 

He’ll spring from his gamer chair at the end of the round and jump onto the mattress just to steal a kiss from you.

will brag about you to the ten-year olds online that he’s playing with

“Yeah, well my partner is super freaking hot so…no im not lying dude!” 

“Y/N! COME TELL THEM THAT YOU’RE TOTALLY REAL AND NOT MY MOM!”

waking up and seeing him on the game or making his little "beep boop" music in the corner of the room with the lights turned off.

“Jesus Christ Kurt, turn on the light at least you look like a serial killer.”

“Oh I'm sorry honey, I just didn't want to wake you!”

He constantly asks you for your opinion on everything.

He just can’t help it.

He just constantly wants your approval and wants to impress everyone, especially you.

Lowkey, he has this thing with taking pictures of you while you're sleeping, like his entire camera roll would be just you sleeping in random places he likes to scroll through whenever he’s bored.

You guys do fight, just not very often, but when you do, it's usually over something very serious.

“....are you mad at me Y/N?”

“You literally drove off and left me in a random fucking parking lot because of a game sale Kurt.”

Since he is very into being social media famous, you do have to bring the hammer on him sometimes to stop him from doing dangerously stupid trends.

But other than that, your relationship is usually just shits and giggles.

🔖 @quinnxmunson @lluvin @summerhornet @coralluminaryinternet @jonathansmalewife (for Kurt)

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[justasimp1]

Kurt Kunkle x F! Reader

Fluff, Short-ramble

Cropped

You rolled around in your bed, groaning from boredom. You picked up your phone, quickly dialing your boyfriend. "Hello Y/N" Kurt muttered. You could hear a faint hum of a car engine. "I'm sorry, are you streaming?" "Yeah but I'll always have time for you" Kurt laughed.

"I'm bored, can you stop by my house for a second" You huffed, signing into his stream. Kurt looked concentrated on driving to his next destination. "I cant, sorry babe. I have to complete #TheLesson" Kurt muttered.

His views were gradually growing. The chat speed picking up. You groaned, pushing your head into your pillow to pout louder. "So much for you'll always have time for me" You grumbled.

Kurt's hands tightened on the steering wheel, his eyes narrowing at the cameras, almost as if he could see you flipping him off. "Please don't be mad because if youre mad I won't be focused and if I'm not focused I won't be able to complete the #Lesson"

Kurt rambled on, his hand guesturing to his frustration. "Whatever- talk to you later Kurt" You held a thumb over the red button. "Y/N!" Kurt whined, his knuckles turning white from his grasp on the wheel.

"I've been planning this for a long time please don't ruin it" Kurt put his head on the wheel. "Who cares about the stupid fucking Lesson" You flipped off his stream again.

"You said you liked it..." "Yeah because I'm supportive, I didn't understand what the hell you were saying anyways" "You know what...fuck you Y/N" The curse seemed like it was forced out of his mouth. "Fuck me then" You chuckled, sending daggers through your laptop screen.

"I can't I'm busy doing the lesson!" Kurt emphasized busy and lesson. "Bye Kurt" You scoffed, letting your thumb press the red button. You tossed your phone by your pillow, eyeing Kurt's next move on stream.

He seemed less energized. You didn't want to intentionally distract him from his project. You hated whenever he had that look on his face. You quickly typed something in the chat before closing your laptop.

KurtKunkles's69: sorry. good luck with the lesson

Master list

[holmesandtheroman]

Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered

Flufftober 2021 — Kurt x Baba Yaga

Masterlist - COMPLETE

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Disclaimer: These are all set AFTER my previous Kurt x Baba Yaga fic "The Season of the Witch." Some will take place before the events of Avengers: Endgame and rest will take place after the Blip. Also, Baba Yaga's name in this is Yekaterina (her Russian diminutive is Katya).

1. Winning a Teddy Bear for the Other

2. Sneaking Out Together

3. Lazy Sundays

4. Sparklers & Fireworks

5. Watching the Sunrise

6. Fireman's Carry

7. Meddling Friends

8. Cooking Lessons

9. Text Messages

10. Pillow Fight

11. Love Notes

12. Sleepy Kiss

13. Pillow Talk

14. Slow Dancing

15. Silly Traditions

16. Falling Asleep Together

17. Domestic Fluff

18. Costumes

19. Flowers

20. Secret Crush

21. Knuckle Kiss

22. Flirting at Work

23. Hold Me in Your Arms

24. Caught in the Rain

25. Cuddling & Snuggling

26. New Hobby Together

27. "I'm cold" - "Here, have my jacket"

28. Soothing Baths

29. Up Against the Wall Kiss

30. Fall Asleep in My Lap

31. Holiday Traditions

[justmeinadaze]

Kurt Kunkle Masterlist

Banner by @cafekitsune

A Toxic Lesson

A Toxic Lesson Part 2

Beautiful (Kurt Ask)

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Multi-Fandom One Shots

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/84hYzd5

by evascartoons

Just a collection of some one-shots... I don't write enough in one fandom so I'm just gonna dump everything here. I take requests based on the fandoms and relationships I have tagged!

Words: 610, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Smosh, Glee, Newsies - All Media Types, Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types, SK8 the Infinity (Anime), Haikyuu!!, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime), ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, アグレッシブ烈子 | Aggressive Retsuko | Aggretsuko (Anime), 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Relationships: Damien Haas/Shayne Topp, Courtney Miller/Olivia Sui, Noah Grossman/Keith Leak Jr., Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel, Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce, Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray, Quinn Fabray/Finn Hudson, Rachel Berry/Finn Hudson, Sam Evans/Mercedes Jones, David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Jack Kelly/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Shadow the Hedgehog/Sonic the Hedgehog, Knuckles the Echidna/Shadow the Hedgehog, Sally Acorn/Sonic the Hedgehog, Silver the Hedgehog/Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog/Silver the Hedgehog, Knuckles the Echidna/Rouge the Bat, Rouge the Bat/Wave the Swallow, Blaze the Cat/Silver the Hedgehog, Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Higa Hiromi | Shadow/Oka Shokichi, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, Shimizu Kiyoko/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Jonathan Joestar/Erina Pendleton, Joseph Joestar/Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli, Kakyoin Noriaki/Kujo Jotaro, Haida/Retsuko (Aggressive Retsuko), Haida/Tadano (Aggressive Retsuko), Hyakuya Mikaela/Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Hiiragi Shinya/Ichinose Guren, Hiiragi Shinoa/Sanguu Mitsuba, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Additional Tags: One Shot Collection, Fluff, Crack Crossover, Sometimes angst?, Will only write smut if requested, Songfic, Too many titles based on songs lol, Will add more fandoms eventually, plot heavy

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/84hYzd5

[ao3feed-todoiideku-deactivated]

Multi-Fandom One Shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NRvlbfX

by evascartoons

Just a collection of some one-shots... I don't write enough in one fandom so I'm just gonna dump everything here. I take requests based on the fandoms and relationships I have tagged!

Words: 610, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Smosh, Glee, Newsies - All Media Types, Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types, SK8 the Infinity (Anime), Haikyuu!!, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime), ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, アグレッシブ烈子 | Aggressive Retsuko | Aggretsuko (Anime), 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Relationships: Damien Haas/Shayne Topp, Courtney Miller/Olivia Sui, Noah Grossman/Keith Leak Jr., Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel, Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce, Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray, Quinn Fabray/Finn Hudson, Rachel Berry/Finn Hudson, Sam Evans/Mercedes Jones, David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Jack Kelly/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Shadow the Hedgehog/Sonic the Hedgehog, Knuckles the Echidna/Shadow the Hedgehog, Sally Acorn/Sonic the Hedgehog, Silver the Hedgehog/Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog/Silver the Hedgehog, Knuckles the Echidna/Rouge the Bat, Rouge the Bat/Wave the Swallow, Blaze the Cat/Silver the Hedgehog, Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Higa Hiromi | Shadow/Oka Shokichi, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, Shimizu Kiyoko/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Jonathan Joestar/Erina Pendleton, Joseph Joestar/Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli, Kakyoin Noriaki/Kujo Jotaro, Haida/Retsuko (Aggressive Retsuko), Haida/Tadano (Aggressive Retsuko), Hyakuya Mikaela/Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Hiiragi Shinya/Ichinose Guren, Hiiragi Shinoa/Sanguu Mitsuba, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Additional Tags: One Shot Collection, Fluff, Crack Crossover, Sometimes angst?, Will only write smut if requested, Songfic, Too many titles based on songs lol, Will add more fandoms eventually, plot heavy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NRvlbfX

[ao3feed-renga]

Multi-Fandom One Shots

Multi-Fandom One Shots

by evascartoons

Just a collection of some one-shots... I don't write enough in one fandom so I'm just gonna dump everything here. I take requests based on the fandoms and relationships I have tagged!

Words: 610, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Smosh, Glee, Newsies - All Media Types, Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types, SK8 the Infinity (Anime), Haikyuu!!, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime), ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, アグレッシブ烈子 | Aggressive Retsuko | Aggretsuko (Anime), 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Relationships: Damien Haas/Shayne Topp, Courtney Miller/Olivia Sui, Noah Grossman/Keith Leak Jr., Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel, Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce, Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray, Quinn Fabray/Finn Hudson, Rachel Berry/Finn Hudson, Sam Evans/Mercedes Jones, David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Jack Kelly/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Shadow the Hedgehog/Sonic the Hedgehog, Knuckles the Echidna/Shadow the Hedgehog, Sally Acorn/Sonic the Hedgehog, Silver the Hedgehog/Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog/Silver the Hedgehog, Knuckles the Echidna/Rouge the Bat, Rouge the Bat/Wave the Swallow, Blaze the Cat/Silver the Hedgehog, Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Higa Hiromi | Shadow/Oka Shokichi, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, Shimizu Kiyoko/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Jonathan Joestar/Erina Pendleton, Joseph Joestar/Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli, Kakyoin Noriaki/Kujo Jotaro, Haida/Retsuko (Aggressive Retsuko), Haida/Tadano (Aggressive Retsuko), Hyakuya Mikaela/Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Hiiragi Shinya/Ichinose Guren, Hiiragi Shinoa/Sanguu Mitsuba, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Additional Tags: One Shot Collection, Fluff, Crack Crossover, Sometimes angst?, Will only write smut if requested, Songfic, Too many titles based on songs lol, Will add more fandoms eventually, plot heavy

From https://ift.tt/ibpy7O9 https://archiveofourown.org/works/43764180

[ao3feed-matchablossom]

Multi-Fandom One Shots

by evascartoons

Just a collection of some one-shots... I don't write enough in one fandom so I'm just gonna dump everything here. I take requests based on the fandoms and relationships I have tagged!

Words: 610, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Smosh, Glee, Newsies - All Media Types, Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types, SK8 the Infinity (Anime), Haikyuu!!, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime), ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, アグレッシブ烈子 | Aggressive Retsuko | Aggretsuko (Anime), 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Relationships: Damien Haas/Shayne Topp, Courtney Miller/Olivia Sui, Noah Grossman/Keith Leak Jr., Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel, Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce, Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray, Quinn Fabray/Finn Hudson, Rachel Berry/Finn Hudson, Sam Evans/Mercedes Jones, David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Jack Kelly/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Shadow the Hedgehog/Sonic the Hedgehog, Knuckles the Echidna/Shadow the Hedgehog, Sally Acorn/Sonic the Hedgehog, Silver the Hedgehog/Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog/Silver the Hedgehog, Knuckles the Echidna/Rouge the Bat, Rouge the Bat/Wave the Swallow, Blaze the Cat/Silver the Hedgehog, Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Higa Hiromi | Shadow/Oka Shokichi, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, Shimizu Kiyoko/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Jonathan Joestar/Erina Pendleton, Joseph Joestar/Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli, Kakyoin Noriaki/Kujo Jotaro, Haida/Retsuko (Aggressive Retsuko), Haida/Tadano (Aggressive Retsuko), Hyakuya Mikaela/Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Hiiragi Shinya/Ichinose Guren, Hiiragi Shinoa/Sanguu Mitsuba, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Additional Tags: One Shot Collection, Fluff, Crack Crossover, Sometimes angst?, Will only write smut if requested, Songfic, Too many titles based on songs lol, Will add more fandoms eventually, plot heavy

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43764180

[nnightskiess]

r e q u e s t: Hi !! I love your writing ❤️ I want to know if it’s possible for you to write something with Quinn fabray x reader ? They are together in quarantine in New York with Rachel, Kurt and Santana. Also Reader and Santana are best friends. Can you add humor and fluff please ? Thanks ☺️

Quinn and Y/N were walking hand in hand through the streets of New York. They had planned a little getaway together to the big city. It was mainly Quinn’s idea, she wanted to propose to her high school sweetheart— Y/N. But most of their trip, and thus Quinn’s plan, fell apart due to the rapid spread of the Covid virus. Their tickets for Broadway had been refunded. The cute tearoom where Quinn had planned to propose to the girl— and where the two women had shared their first kiss during Glee club’s Nationals in New York— was closed down due to the virus. Most of the things Quinn had planned out for the proposal got refunded, except for the hotel. Quinn decided that she’d postpone her proposal to another time. She didn’t want to propose to Y/N like this. She deserved a proper proposal, like the one Quinn had planned out in her head for years. Quinn tried not to let it get her down but she found it hard to lie to Y/N about the frown on her face. 

“I know it’s different.... but... I’m still glad we’re here.” Y/N brought their intertwined hands together and planted a kiss on Quinn’s knuckles. “New York always brings me back to high school.” 

“Remember when we broke the bed during our pillow fight? And, oh God, how Tana fell off it when you smacked her across the face?” Y/N shook her head in amusement, “But the thing I will never forget is when we shared our first kiss in that adorable tearoom near the hotel.”

Quinn gave her a distant smile. 

“And remember how panicked I was when Mr. Schuester walked by the window and I thought he had seen us out of the hotel room?”

Quinn hummed softly, rubbing her thumb across Y/N’s hand. She remembered every little detail about that morning, which made this all so much harder.

Y/N came to a halt and stood in front of Quinn, which caused the latter to bump into her. 

“Oh, baby-”

“Why are you so quiet? I don’t like it.” Y/N seemed genuinely worried. 

Quinn looked at the ground for a second and held her temple, trying to come up with a good enough lie. 

“I-” She looked back up at her girlfriend and her expression immediately softened. Whenever Y/N was worried— particularly about Quinn — her eyebrows would furrow and she’d pout her lips ever so slightly. 

Quinn sighed, “I’m just disappointed that we couldn’t visit it this time. I feel like a visit to New York is never complete without a high tea at our place.” Y/N smiled softly when Quinn grabbed her cheeks to comfort her.  

“You know what else makes our trip complete?”

Y/N grinned like an idiot, immediately knowing what she was hinting at. 

Quinn smiled, 

“Let’s go pick up our stuff from the hotel first and then drive there.”

✫彡

“Wait, let me scare her.” 

Quinn shook her head in amusement as her girlfriend plastered herself against the wall next to the front door of the apartment. Quinn knocked a few times before the door slid open. 

“Oh my God! Quinn! It’s so good to see you!” Kurt’s voice rang through the hallway. He quickly hugged her before calling Santana.

“Quinn’s here!” 

He turned back to the blond in front of him, “Are you alone?” Kurt was in disbelief, knowing very well that Quinn and her girlfriend were inseparable. Quinn quickly looked at Y/N through her peripheral and saw her nod her head.

“...I guess so-”

“Wait... you two are still together, right?” Concern filled Kurt’s voice, but before Quinn could reply, Santana appeared out of the bathroom.

“Ha! You bet they are.” She smirked at her friend, “Wait... where’s the fiancée?” 

Quinn’s eyes widened and she immediately faked a long, awkward laughter. “Good one, San.” 

Kurt looked between the two girls in confusion, and even Santana seemed lost. 

He let out an awkward chuckle. “Am I missing something?” 

Santana got the hint after Quinn shot her another look, “Oh- that’s just an inside joke of ours.” 

“Y/N! Oh my God!” Someone squealed.

The three turned around and saw Rachel stand in the hallway, two large bags in her hand. She had seen Y/N hide behind the wall when she walked up to their frontdoor.

“Damn it, Berry.” Y/N groaned. “You ruined my surprise.”

Santana snorted, “Well, I knew you were somewhere. Quinn gets rashes when you’re not within a radius of 16 feet.” She opened her arms wide when Y/N revealed herself. “C’mere, I missed you.”

The two best friends shared a sweet hug while Rachel clumsily carried her bags inside.

“What’s up with that?” Kurt turned to her.

“Oh- well, now that our shows are postponed to God-knows-when... I thought I’d bring the stuff from my dressing room back home.”

“Why’d you bring this coffee machine home? We already have one.”

“Yeah, but I don’t like that one.”

“Rachel! We have no more countertop space... or available plugs!” 

He gasped when he saw the brand, “These coffee pods are thirty dollars per package?!”

Santana rolled her eyes and walked Quinn and Y/N to the living room.

“So...while we let Bert and Ernie bicker... what’s up? No trouble in paradise?” She turned to the couple, hoping to cryptically find out why Quinn hadn’t proposed.

"I can’t believe you think we’d be able to part ways.” Y/N joked back and cuddled up against her girlfriend, who shook her head at Santana to let her know she’d tell her later.

“What do you girls want to drink? Or do you want some of Rachel’s exquisite coffee?” Kurt asked from the kitchen.

“Can I try a sip first?”

Quinn smiled at the childish antics of her girlfriend. Rachel gestured the girl to come over, which left the two ex-cheerios alone to talk.

Santana leaned in closer so that no one would hear,

“What happened?! Did you freak out at the last minute? Tell me you didn’t...”

Quinn sighed and rubbed her temples, “No, my whole proposal fell into pieces thanks to this freaking virus.”

“People are dying, Q.”

She sighed, “Gah, I know. It’s just- I’ve had this all planned out in my head for years. This was how it was supposed to go. And now everything is ruined.”

Santana gave her a sympathetic smile and squeezed her knee. “And there’s no alternative that you’d like?”

Quinn shrugged and shook her head softly.

“Well, if I may speak freely... we’re the only people who know Y/N in and out... which means that we also both know that she wouldn’t care if you went on one knee in a clown suit or if you wrote your big question in the sky with a plane...” Santana looked back to see if they were paying attention to their hushed conversation, but Y/N was sitting on the counter, her feed dangling while she took gentle sips of the expensive coffee. A small smile appeared on both girl’s faces. 

“The only thing she cares for is that you are the one to ask her.” 

Quinn’s eyes were filled with tears as she came to the realisation. 

“Thanks, Santana.”

“Anytime.” 

The two hugged until they heard Y/N run up to them.

“I want in!”

✫彡

A few hours had passed and all five of them were sprawled about the couch, their take-away food on the coffee table. Y/N’s head rested against Quinn’s chest while her legs were put on Santana’s lap. Quinn mindlessly played with the strands of Y/N’s hair.

It had become a tradition for them to watch ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ every time they visited their friends in New York.

“This scene breaks my heart every damn time.” Y/N mumbled and threw a napkin at the TV when Holly left the cat on the curb in the rain. 

“She goes back for him later, though.” Kurt spoke.

“I don’t care. Damage is done.”

‘People do fall in love, people do belong to each other. Because that’s the only chance anybody has for real happiness.’ Paul, one of the characters spoke.

Quinn put her head against Y/N’s at hearing that. She was filled with so much joy at having this wonderful girl in her arms.

“I’ve been carrying this thing around for months,” Paul grabbed a wedding ring box out of his coat which caused Quinn’s mind to wander off. Even though she had seen this movie a dozen times, she was still surprised to be reminded of her ruined proposal. 

Before she could make herself feel miserable about it again, Rachel’s phone rang. She quickly excused herself but motioned for them to not pause the movie. 

Rachel walked to the living area after a few minutes, her expression tense and filled with worry.

“Guys...”

Kurt paused the movie as the girls turned to Rachel.

“We might have a tiny problem...Well... a big one, actually.”

Everyone got the memo that it was something serious and they sat up.

“One of the ensemble members has been tested positive for the virus... which means that everyone— crew and cast — needs to go into quarantine at home... and that includes everyone they have been in contact with... so that would mean that we have to stay inside for the next two weeks too...”

The bunch on the couch took a moment to take the news in until Santana shot up, 

“I am not going to spend two weeks, non-stop, in here! I already go insane with too much of you as it is. I usually can deal with curtains as walls, your stubble in the sink or your god-awful annoying vocal exercises when I’m trying to sleep but that’s because I get home from work, eat and head straight to bed. But I will literally kill someone if I have to go through that all day long. I was supposed to see Brittany this weekend but hey, thanks a lot, Berry.”

“This is hardly Rachel’s fault. It’s the responsible and safe thing to do. You wouldn’t want Brittany to get it, right?”

Santana avoided eye-contact, but it was clear that she agreed with what Kurt said. 

“Wow, I feel so unwanted right now.” Y/N mumbled out, slightly joking. “You get to spend your quarantine with us!”

Santana gave her a tight-lipped, apologetic smile, “I know, that’s the only good thing about this.”

Rachel saw the gloomy looks on everyone’s face. “They won’t tell us who it is for privacy reasons, but I usually don’t hang out with the ensemble anyway so I hope I’m safe. I’m so sorry, you guys.”

Kurt stood up with a sigh, “I guess I’ll go find the spare mattress then. You two can take my bed.” He was about to walk off but pointed a finger at Quinn and Y/N. “No sex... in my bed.”

Quinn pursed her lips, not that happy with Kurt’s rule.

“You were the leader of the celibacy club, you can last two weeks without sex. Besides, there are no walls so I will know when you break my rule.”

“Like that’s ever stopped you and Blaine before.” Santana rolled her eyes. “But great. We’ll have five, sexually frustrated people cooped up together in a tiny apartment with no walls for privacy, no natural light and no entertainment. Someone’s definitely going to get murdered... by me.” She added.

“My vote’s on Rachel...” Y/N mumbled out. Santana stuck out her hand behind her back for Y/N to high five.

“I’m just glad we decided to check out of our hotel this morning and bring our stuff to you guys... because no matter how much I love you all, I am not going to wear any of your spare panties.” Quinn stood up to go and help Kurt.

“You could just go commando.” Y/N shrugged, “I wouldn’t mind.” 

Quinn sent her a teasing look and winked.

“I would say get a room but yeah, we don’t have any...so...” Rachel shrugged. 

“I can’t believe we’re going to have to do this.” Santana sighed and walked off to her part of the apartment. 

“Hey- but, look at it this way. We’ll have two weeks of non-stop karaoke, binge-watching and eating junk food. Doesn’t that sound great?” Rachel tried again but no one replied.

 ✫彡

One week done, one week to go. 

For Quinn and Y/N, this week had consisted of a lot of cuddling and making out in bed, watching silly movies and cooking with whatever they could find in the pantry.

Santana had surprisingly been on her best behaviour, though they let her be whenever she had a ‘don’t-talk-to-me’ look on her face. Y/N suspected that Brittany had probably told her to be nice and to make the best out of it, but she also liked to think that it was because of her presence. She hadn’t been able to visit her best friend often now that they lived so far away. But it was like old times whenever they saw each other again. However, Quinn had caught herself feeling jealous that the two women had spent that much time together. But her jealousy washed away when she saw the best friends joke or laugh like they used to when they were still 16 year olds. It warmed her heart.

Kurt blended in perfectly and knew exactly when to give someone space or when to approach them. He and Quinn made sure there was food on the table and he had ordered a lot of, mostly useless, stuff online to try and keep everyone entertained. The twister game had been everyone’s favourite so far. And the effort he put into his bingo night was even too wholesome for Santana to make a comment about it, no matter how bad she wanted to after getting a rubber duck as present when she won.

Rachel did her best to help wherever she could and she was, surprisingly, a lot of fun to have around when things got boring. Though, yes, the daily vocal exercises got a bit out of hand when she woke them up belting high notes at 7.30. Santana was close to killing her had it not been for Quinn and Y/N holding her back. Santana wasn’t intimidating at all with her bed head, tangled up hair and red PJs and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh.

Quinn had been over the moon, so to say. She got to spend two whole weeks with the love of her life. Yes, they lived together but that was different. Now, there was no schedule or work to interrupt them or cloud their minds. It was just them, enjoying being in each other’s arms. For a lot of couples the lockdown and quarantine would probably be make or break, but Quinn hadn’t been worried about a negative outcome at all. When you’ve been together for that long, and been through hell and back, you know you will persevere together. The company of Kurt and Rachel was fun, and it was certainly good to have Santana around again but Quinn couldn’t help but wish it had just been Y/N and herself in quarantine. If that had been the case, she knew they wouldn’t just spend their days only cuddling in bed.

Y/N was the only one that was visibly annoyed and on edge. She would roll her eyes or sigh in annoyance if things went wrong or if someone said something she didn’t like. Quinn had caught her staring out of the window, to which Y/N explained that she hoped if she looked hard and long enough she might see the dragon that would save her. She wasn’t used to sit around and do nothing and was bored out of her mind.

Quinn and Y/N were lying in Kurt’s bed with their legs tangled together. Quinn held her girl close to her chest. She squeezed her and inhaled the scent of her freshly washed hair. The window was slightly open, causing a chill breeze to slightly move the curtains.

“Now I’m sure of it...” Y/N started, getting Quinn’s attention, “I’m never going to commit a felony.”

Quinn let out a breathy chuckle, “Were you questioning it before?”

“I can’t imagine being stuck like this for years.”

“Well, you still have access to the internet, great food, your friends...and your wonderful girlfriend.” 

Y/N looked up at Quinn and grinned. She grabbed the girl’s cheek as she kissed her. 

“Can’t believe I’m about to say this but I’m actually really thankful we got stuck in quarantine.”

Y/N subtly arched a questioning eyebrow.

“It made me realise two things— too much of Rachel Berry will be the end of me-” Y/N let out a breathy chuckle at that, “-and...” 

Quinn stared into her girlfriend’s eyes, was she really going to do this now? Yes. Yes, she definitely was. This was the-

“Oh my God!” Kurt’s exciting squeal filled the apartment, startling both girls. They heard Santana shush him and it suddenly got very quiet. Too quiet... 

Y/N tiptoed out of the bed in her PJ’s and fluffy socks and opened the curtain to see Santana and Kurt staring directly at her. She had clearly caught them with something, but with what? Quinn appeared behind Y/N and noticed the jacket that Santana was trying to hide behind their backs.

Kurt noticed she was doing a poor job at it and snatched the jacket out of Santana’s hands to hold it up to his face, admiring it like it was a newborn baby. “Oh my, it’s so pretty! Where did you buy this?” 

Quinn quickly glanced at Y/N, who didn’t seem to notice what was happening. “Guys,” She groaned, “I thought something happened, you interrupted my peace.” She walked back, irritated, and closed the curtain in a swift motion. 

“Why were you snooping in my stuff?!” Quinn hissed and plucked her jacket out of his hands.

“Um, excuse me? When where you going to tell me that you plan on proposing to her!?” Kurt whispered, enthusiasm clear in his voice. 

Quinn didn’t reply and instead searched the pockets. “Where is it?”

“Here,” Santana gave her the jewellery box. “It fell out when Kurt was organising the coat rack.”

“Why haven’t you done it yet?”

“I had everything planned but the virus ruined it. It was suppose to happen the day we came here, but our favourite tearoom was shut down and so were all the other activities I had planned.” She sighed, “I was about to do it just now, in the heat of the moment, but then you two interrupted that. Whatever. I’m glad I didn’t. She deserved better than that.”

Santana crossed her arms, not happy with the fact that Quinn had apparently totally forgotten what the two of them had talked about a week prior.

“Damn, I wish you would’ve done it just now. That would mean the end of wicked witch Y/N.” Rachel joined their conversation. “Oh, so you can make fun of me but not the other way around? It was just a joke.” She added and raised her arms when she saw the looks Quinn and Santana were giving her.

“Okay, I know everyone’s feeling a bit irritated, but it’s just one more-”

The bell rang. 

“Don’t tell me you bought us all matching boho outfits for your Mamma Mia night. I’m not wearing it.” Santana crossed her arms.

“I didn’t order anything?”

Y/N appeared again and opened the door.

“Thank you so much. Here, keep this.”

She closed it, walked over to the kitchen table and went to put everything down, completely ignoring the rest. She noticed the silence and turned around.

“Oh- Don’t worry, I ordered for everyone.” 

Quinn eyed the table and recognised the familiar logo on the napkins. 

“Baby-”

“I felt so bad that we couldn’t go to our place this time. So when I found out that they started doing deliveries this week, I knew I wanted to order their high tea menu. I got the one we usually get... to make you feel better...”

Quinn wrapped her arms around the girl’s waist from behind and put her chin on her shoulder. Y/N leaned into her touch.

“This is the sweetest thing ever. I love you.”

Y/N kissed Quinn’s forehead and sat down, immediately grabbing a brownie.

“You need to wife her up, fast.” Santana whispered into Quinn’s ear when she walked by.

And she would, when the moment was right.

✫彡

Kurt was watching a movie with Blaine through face time, Rachel was practicing some lines and Santana was face timing Brittany. Quinn and Y/N had promised to do the dishes, but Quinn ushered the girl to take a nap on the couch when she saw how tired her girl looked. 

Quinn took quick glances towards the living room every few seconds and saw that Y/N had finally fallen asleep on the couch. With a faint smile on her face, she grabbed a blanket and tucked Y/N in. One of Rachel’s dvd’s, The Sound of Music, was still playing in the background. She slowly took the remote out of Y/N’s hands and turned it off.

“You’re the best and most precious thing in my life. I love you.” She bent down and caressed her cheek.

She widened her eyes when an idea suddenly struck her mind. 

✫彡

“What do we sing?”

“No... no singing proposal. Y/N would hate that.”

“I loved it.” Kurt shrugged.

“So, then what’s the plan?”

“Listen up...”

✫彡

Their quarantine was over and no one had gotten sick. No one from Rachel’s crew or cast had gotten it either. Brittany and Blaine came over as soon as they could. They were over the moon to hear about Quinn wanting to propose and agreed to help. 

“Love, what are you doing?” 

Y/N sat on her suitcase, desperately trying to get it closed.

“I thought I had gained weight, not my clothes.” She grunted, “If we want to get home before the dark we should drive off by-”

“Actually... I had something planned before we go home.”

“Oh?”

“Is it okay if we leave as soon as you can? Bring a jacket, I don’t want you to get cold.”

Quinn left Y/N to get ready and anxiously walked into the kitchen where the rest were whispering words of encouragement to her. Quinn knew how much they had loved each other for the past years, but something inside her was still very insecure if Y/N would say yes to her question... to her. What would she do with herself if Y/N didn’t accept her ring?

“She’s going to love it.” Santana hugged her tight but quickly let go when Y/N opened the curtain.

“Why are you all looking at me?”

“Because you look lovely.” Quinn grabbed her hand. They all sent her thumbs up as she took one last glance over her shoulder. 

✫彡

Y/N was eating a pretzel that Quinn had bought her in the park. The two were walking in a comfortable silence. Quinn glanced to the girl beside her, hoping that Y/N would catch on on what was happening soon. 

They had walked almost the very same route that they walked on that morning in New York many, many years ago. Their end stop would be at the edge of the park, where Santana and Brittany were now probably busy setting their high tea up.

“Why are pretzels so much better in New York?”

“Eh, I don’t know. I’m not really a pretzel girl.”

The park was normally crowded with locals and tourists, but they had barely seen a handful of people so far. 

“Wasn’t this where we sat with the kids from Glee?”

Quinn smiled softly.

Finally.

“Yeah, it is, actually.”

“Oh- Well, everything from that trip is very blurry in my mind, except for our first kiss, of course. I can even still tell you the colour of your coat.”

Quinn gave her a playful smile and grabbed Y/N’s hand. “Which was?”

“Red.” She booped her nose with the end of her pretzel, earning a giggle from Quinn.

She grinned softly, “Remember that snow globe I bought for you? With New York’s skyline?”

Y/N gasped, “I loved that thing.” 

The two laughed, remembering that Y/N had dropped it when they rushed to cross the street only half an hour after buying it.

“Then you bought me a couple others throughout the years but none of them have ever been able to have the same value to me. Sorry not sorry.” 

Quinn smiled to herself, hoping she was about to change that in a few minutes. She saw Santana and Brittany sitting on the grass in the distance and guided Y/N to the two. They left without saying a word, but not before giving the two enthusiastic but knowing smiles. Santana wiggled her eyebrows but Britt pulled her away.

“I am so confused right now.” Y/N hesitantly sat down on the blanket. “Why were they here?”

“I asked them to help me set up this little picnic so it could be a surprise. I know you ordered the high tea last week but I wanted to end our trip off like this, with just us. Also, we’ve spent the last two weeks in NYC without even a day outside. I didn’t want to leave before we went somewhere. I hope you like it.”

“Like it? I can never get enough of their cheesecake bites.” 

Quinn smiled nervously, trying to hide how stressed she felt. She poured the juice in their glasses and fed Y/N a bite of a scone with butter and peach marmalade.

“How does that taste?”

Y/N threw her head back and groaned. “I’m going to miss their food.” 

Quinn barely replied, too focused on how she was going to bring it up. Backing out now felt like a good way to calm her nerves but she knew she shouldn’t. Not only because Santana would kill her if she did, but also because there would never be a more perfect moment than now.

“Quinn?”

“Uh-Yeah, love?”

“What is this?” Y/N repeated. 

Quinn’s eyes widened when she saw the wrapped up package Y/N had grabbed out of the basket. 

“Oh- I... that...-” She sighed, “Screw it.” She went to sit on her knees and ushered Y/N to open it.

“For me?”

Quinn nodded, a big smile on her face.

“Quinnie... you-”

“Open it, my love.”

Y/N removed the wrapping paper and gasped when she saw what it was. It was a handmade snow globe, made in a mason jar. The New York skyline was glued to the bottom of it with a laminated picture of the two of them that they took during their first visit to New York. (Thank God Kurt was into a crafty phase during the second week of quarantine).

“I’m not the best at crafts but I just thought-”

“I love it.” Y/N beamed from ear to ear and her smile only widened when the snow inside of it fell onto the skyline.

“This is the most thoughtful gift someone has ever given me.”

“I’m glad you love it.” Quinn grabbed Y/N’s hand and softly moved it around so that the bottom of the snow globe was now facing up. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows until she realised what was scribbled down onto a piece of paper at the bottom. Quinn put the snow globe down and grabbed both of Y/N’s hands in her own, brushing her thumbs against the girl’s knuckles.

“I must admit that I thought what I’m about to say a million times over for the past days and I imagined what I would say to you in this moment for years—but truth be told, I kind of forgot all of that because of the nerves,” Quinn let out a chuckle, “To be honest, I have always known that you were the only girl I wanted to be with in this life. I don’t know what it was, but we’ve just had this instant gravitation towards each other. I know I wasn’t always the kindest to you in the beginning yet you still helped me through everything. The pregnancy, the accident... Now I can say all this cheesy shit about how you and I bring the best out of each other and how much love we have for one another but I think I don’t need to say that. We both know how much our relationship means to us. New York has always been a special place to me since it reminds me of why and how we fell in love. Which is why I wanted to do this here. This is were it all began. Now, I had everything planned months ago but... the situation changed and well... yeah. I had to adjust. At first, I wanted to postpone it all. Until I realised that I couldn’t wait any longer. Y/N, you are my everything. I want to be by your side until eternity. I want to be your person for as long as I can. I want to love and care for you for as long as you want me to.” 

She let out a shaky breath.

“So I guess...what I’m trying to say here is...” She grabbed the box out of her pocket, opened it and presented it to Y/N. “Would you like to marry me?”

Y/N looked at the box in shock, she hadn’t made eye contact with Quinn ever since she had presented her with the ring in her hand. 

The silence lasted only for a few seconds but it felt like minutes to Quinn, who slowly lowered her hands. 

Y/N suddenly let out a sob, then another. She jumped onto Quinn and wrapped her arms around her neck.

“Yes.” She said through her sobs. Quinn let out a gasp of relief and squeezed the girl in her arms, letting her own tears fall freely now. 

“Oh-” Y/N groaned and let go of her embrace. “I stepped into the scones...” She pouted and looked at her marmalade stained knee. Quinn laughed through her tears, realising this was exactly why she had asked this girl to marry her.

Y/N forgot it immediately the moment she locked eyes with her fiancée. She held her tight and kissed her like she never had before. 

They let go like two love-sick puppies when they heard all of their friends approach. The newly engaged couple was radiating.

“I love you, so much.”

[birdsaesthetic]

He wasn’t perfect, but he was so damn close

Note: This's a filler for what happens after the last scene in First impression, after that one crazy night Jeller had. I completed this fic a long time ago, true, but I loved it and I got some comments say that I should update, so I decided to dig deeper into the story by filing it with more scenes that still don't change how the ending went. And guys there’s fluff at the end I can’t wait for you t read. On Fanfiction

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The morning after that crazy night, and for the next number of days, Kurt tried in every breath and every way to tell his wife that he was sorry, that it would never happen again; Jane, on the other hand, did all the things she'd always done on daily basis, except that she didn't look at him, and whenever he caught her eye, she intentionally looked away, as if his gaze were venom to be avoided.

Jane didn't bother to ask him what he did when he'd gotten off from work on that Thursday, or where he'd been. Though if it'd occurred to her that she wanted to do so and get the truth out of him, she could've done it. Easily so. But then again, she didn't bother, because the truth was there, blatant: he'd left her, and Peter, when they needed him the most…

She still asked him how his days were and made appropriate responses when he told her. Other than that, though, she always pretended to be busy with Peter so she wouldn't have to spend time with him.

He, during these dull days, watched her in earnest, in a desperate, longing way, while she was simply searching for something in their living room; or starching her neck in the morning; or peeling an apple with her knuckle guiding the blade; or massaging the small of Peter's back with her feather-like touches; or making their bed in her underwear to let the cream she'd rubbed all over her legs and arms soak in before dressing. He couldn't help the feeling of sudden panic hitting him at the chest that he'd almost not met her and married her and started a family with her if she, all these years ago, hadn't plotted her way into his life but had chosen someone else's life. He loved her way more than a human heart could, and loved the little one they'd created the same way. But did he deserve to be loved the same way? That was a doubt within himself these days…

If she would come over and yell at him about it, he'd be ashamed of himself—so damn ashamed—but he'd tell the her truth, that he what did on that day was really nothing, that he was basically just sitting alone at a quiet place, away from others, having a few drinks, because he was tired out, consumed to the fullest, and his entire being couldn't endure anything anymore, by all means.

You think that I'm not tired of it, too? she would cut through whatever he would've been saying afterward, yelling, though her voice would crack at the last few words, and here he'd look down and say nothing no more. He wouldn't know what to say then, and wouldn't know what do, either. He'd go silent, feeling the blood in his body boil, until his silence stretched so long that when he'd finally look up, to start begging her with his eyes to see how sorry be was—because that was all he was: sorry—he'd find her long gone from his surrounding.

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"What can I do, Jane?" Kurt asked her the next Saturday morning, in the kitchen, grabbing her wrist to stop her from going over to Peter as he just started fussing. Instantly, her eyes flew to his, and if his grab hadn't indeed stopped her from moving, the plea she saw in his eyes would've done it.

"What do you want me to do, huh?"

She stared at him for a long minute, and he stared right back. He could see her thinking now. Behind those green eyes and pursed lips, he could see her thinking. But, by then, little Peter, alone in his room, was crying his heart out, and the sound got louder and louder by every passing second they wasted staring at one another.

"You know how much I hate such questions, Kurt," she told him, over the sound of Peter's screams, then yanked her wrist away and went straight to Peter. What her husband just asked her lacked profundity in it, she thought. He was basically asking her what he should do so she'd tell him to do this and that and he'd, of course, do this and that immediately. And then what? Then she was supposed to let whatever happened slide? That was way too easy on his side, and way too difficult on her side.

He sighed, as he watched her go before his eye. He was tired physically and emotionally. He'd been relying on two to three hours of sleep daily—and Jane's sleep was more or less like his, too. But aside from being unable to sleep at nights because of their baby's colic, she'd been consuming his thoughts, eating his brain, keeping him up at nights even when she didn't know it. Why did that have to happen to them? He could count the days when she'd slept angry at him—or the opposite—using his own fingers. The number was one digit. It was small, manageable. But now… Now they were only a few days apart from this number to become two digits.

On Saturday mornings they used to go on walks with Peter, but this Saturday Kurt sat alone in the kitchen, listening to Peter cry, and Jane shushing him. It was cloudy and dark outside today, and apparently the sadness of the day from outside snuck inside their place.

He sat, and thought.

He tried to think of the beginning of their marriage, their first year in the apartment in Colorado. The memories seemed almost too sweet to be real. Did they have arguments? They must've had, of course, but he couldn't recall any. They must have been short-lived. Silly, even. About food, most likely.

"Do you want Italian or Chinese for dinner?" Jane once asked him.

"I want what you want." Kurt shrugged lazily.

"Just tell me what it is that you want."

"I'm happy doing whatever."

"Now, this is so frustrating!"

"How is this frustrating? What's going on?"

"I'm asking something, but you're not putting the slightest effort into helping me!"

"How did you just make me not helping you here, Jane? Ugh, let's just get sushi. Is that okay?"

And that was that.

He wondered if they had fights back then, and smiled when he almost immediately could recall some of their fights and how ridiculous they were in comparison to now: It's-your-turn-to-turn-out-the-light fight—this had been a classic fight of theirs. There had been rare nights when the light switch flicked off without a fight. After all, who, of them, was sane enough to get out of bed while the other was lying naked in it? Kurt would refuse, always, and Jane would curse him aloud in another language, or maybe throw a punch or two at him. They would fight for a while, raise their voices during the late hour. But then, and in a heartbeat, they'd just make up for all of that and kiss and make love and completely forget about it the next morning.

It had been rather fun, having such arguments and fights back then, Kurt thought to himself. It wasn't about winning; it certainly wasn't about who was right and who was wrong. In fact, it was during those heated moments when they truly got to learn who the other person was, deeply, which ultimately made them stronger as a couple.

On this Saturday afternoon, however, they were trapped inside. They couldn't depart from their apartment due to the weather, nor could they have any fun inside. But they did spend a typical day at home anyway; they showered and cooked and cleaned and rushed around to go cuddle Peter when his stomach pain hit him. Though they did all these things from within glass walls, so when Kurt exchanged pleasantries with Jane, at dinner, he felt as if he were pushing his words through a chink in the glass.

On the following days, things between them become easier, somewhat—only because there was an effort, being made by the two of them to make things better. In the morning, she found him sharing a warm bath with Peter, because it was good for Peter; it made the pain in his belly easy off, if only slightly. And when he asked her to join them in the bath, she shook her head and said, "No. I'll let you guys have some quiet time together. Father and son. And I'll go have 'me' time. But before I go, do you need towels?"

At the end of the day, when she sat on the couch and tried to find something good on television, he came over and sat next to her and she allowed it, didn't mumble 'good night' and withdraw and call it a day like before. The first thing he did after getting off from work was come straight home, drop his things by the door and go have Peter for the remaining of the day—it was such a break for Jane, and it was so sweet to see father and son staring at each other over the bottle while he drank his milk.

She began looking at him again, sometimes just long enough to let him know that she knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn't perfect, but he was so damn close.

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In the dead of the night, while they were asleep, Peter started his usual crying. Kurt put a hand on Jane's hip and told her to keep sleeping, and then he picked up Peter and rocked him and offered a bottle and a song hummed low. It wasn't his fault that Peter didn't seem to settle until Jane came over and had him in her arms. Afterward, Kurt, standing there listless, made a joke at his lame situation, implying that, if he could get a wig resembling Jane's hair and have his entire body tattooed just like hers on the slim chance that perhaps Peter would mistake him for his mother and quiet down, he seriously would. Jane laughed. She laughed aloud at the joke he made, effortlessly so, even though it was dark, Peter was still wailing, and she was so tired.

After she laughed and he drank up the sound of her laughter to the last drop, he then added, "But… I know it's more than just our looks. I don't believe that Peter recognizes us by our looks at this early age. At least not mainly. But perhaps through our smells, body temperature and texture. Our voices."

She looked up at him, and offered the smallest of smiles. "You're right."

They went back to bed, after having made sure Peter was comfortable and asleep again. But half an hour passed by and they were yet to fall back asleep. They kept rolling from one side to another and sighing through the silence of their bedroom. For ten minutes straight he was staring at the dark mess of her hair from the back, then, for the next ten minutes or so, when he flipped to his side and she flipped to his side, too, she was staring at the bare of his upper back. Both wanted to reach out for the other and say something, but the thought of disturbing each other's sleep for the second time tonight was out of the question.

It wasn't until at one point they happened to face each other that Kurt placed a light hand on Jane's cheek and brushed his thumb there. Her eyes had been slightly open then, but now she had to close them and relish the moment at the soft of his touch.

"Jane, are we okay?" he asked, keeping his voice to whispers. "You and me?"

She opened her eyes again, and saw him looking so worried. She saw his own eyes and saw tears shimmering there. Crawling toward him, she placed a hand over his own, light yet somehow firm. "Yes, we're okay. Of course," she reassured him, and the worried look he'd been wearing just seconds ago, disappeared completely. He only needed to know this, only needed to hear this from her.

He brought her closer to him, kissed her forehead, nose, lips, cheekbones, and everywhere he could reach. When he drew back, he saw her grinning, her white teeth gleaming in the dark. "Do that all over again, please?" she whispered, her hand on his hair, and he did it all over again, though this time he seemed more confident, his kisses were relatively harder, his hands on her placed themselves in decent places: her neck, her back.

It felt so damn good to be kissed by him again, and it felt just as good to kiss him back. She hadn't been looking at him some days ago, let alone tolerate his touch. But now, she thought that she could spend a lifetime like this, letting him kiss her senselessly, and she'd be perfectly and entirely happy.

"Hey, Kurt," she called softly, framing his face with both hands. "It's a great idea actually! You get be me this next Halloween! And I can help you with that."

Kurt chuckled in disbelief, but she continued, "What? It's Peter's first Halloween ever. We have to make it fun for him."

He stole a kiss from her parted lips. "Sure, we have to make it fun for him. But we don't want to scare him! It's enough what he's going through."

"Of course we don't want to scare him! He's barely four months old by now. It's all gonna be light and fun and we'll get to snap so many photos of him while in a costume! I can't wait for it!"

"Think I'm not gonna look scary as hell while in your costume, fully-tattooed and a messy, dark wig over my head? I'm gonna look scary for certain, Jane. Just begin to imagine it."

"Did you just you mean that I look scary all the tim—"

"No, no, no. No. No. That's not what I meant here." He sniggered, burying his face deep in her neck. Then, shortly, he surfaced. "It's me who's gonna look scary in the tattoos and a wig! You've never ever looked scary in the tattoos."

"You won't look scary!"

"Yes, I will," he said, seeming certain and somehow sad. "And Peter is never gonna stop crying at the sight of me."

"I think you're gonna look sexy, honestly." She smirked, and he sighed as she continued, "And I think Peter's gonna like you, since he already likes me more than you now and I'm gonna make you look just like me!"

"Who are you gonna dress up as for Halloween, then?" he asked, his eyes tracing the lines of her face as his fingers began sneaking down to inappropriate places in her body, though he was totally entitled to do so.

"I'm not sure yet. But…" She couldn't continue until she stole a few kisses from him, randomly, everywhere she could reach. "But I'll be thinking about it. And I'll be thinking about Peter's costume, too, till then."

He was tearing off her t-shirt and got a little giddy at the sight of her nakedness when she concluded, "At least…now… Now, you're done. You should feel lucky that you're done, and not complain or worry anymore about your costume."

Feeling, indeed, so lucky, he was again atop of her now, and between his skin and hers, there was the smallest of spaces, barely enough for air, for the slick of sweat soon would be chilling. "I know, I won't complain nor worry. And, yes, I feel so, so damn lucky. Umm, you really think I'm gonna look sexy in your tattoos?"

"Shirtless? Yes, I really do," she whispered, then there was a hum slipping from her lips as he kissed her neck in a way that time seemed to stop.

They knew that they should be sleeping instead of talking about ridiculous Halloween costumes, and knew that sleep was probably better for them now than laughing and making noises and rocking the whole place. But then again, they didn't care. This was the most they'd talked in weeks, and this was the only sex they'd had in months.

"How are you gonna do it? The tattoos on me?" he asked her, some minutes after they calmed down and came back to earth. She slowly ran a hand over his chest as if examining it—already could visualize the fake  tattoos on him—before she replied, "Basically, I'm gonna draw them all over your body, with my magic marker!"

"Would that magic marker of yours wash off afterward?"

Giving him a mischievous look, she whispered, "let's hope so."