#or write a fic i beg

[epikhightechnology]

@kissporsche

I am sleep deprived and my mind is a mess so this might not make a whole lot of sense. Esp if you're not familiar with the musical. Do not expect greatness cause you wont find it lol

The story begins not with Pete or Vegas but with Porsche because he is Christine in this au. He joins the Opera House owned by idk.. Italians or something, as a dancer. All the bodyguards are ballet dancers in this universe (imagine Big as a ballet dancer and cry with me). They’re trained by Chan (madame Giry. Fits perfectly if you ask me). Porsche quickly becomes best pals with a fellow dancer Pete, they might even live together like in the show.

The Phantom is obviously Vegas. He has the mask and everything cause his asshole dad mutilated him when he was a kid and made him join the circus to earn money. It’s all very tragic and sad really. He spends years being laughed at till one day he’s done with it. He kills his dad and escapes. I’m imagining rain and thunder and tears and then finally peace and quiet that he finds in the basement of an old opera house. He puts on the mask & becomes the Phantom over several years, spending his days tormenting the owners of the opera and writing music in his dungeons. Living his best life lol

Back to the present. One day as Vegas is wandering the hallways like the creep he is, he hears Porsche singing and gets inspired. He is like omg I can make that man a star and make him sing my music. (Also the current primadonna sucks and their singing makes Vegas’ head hurt… lets say it’s Tawan cause we hate him lol. Vegas has been trying to get rid of the bastard for a while now) It’s going great - Porsche is easy to manipulate cause of his childlike dreams of an angel of music that his dead father (or mother?) would send him. Also Porsche is hot and kind and Vegas is kinda delulu for him. He hasn’t had any human contact for years and he is desperate for some love. Porsche gives him a taste of it cause he thinks Vegas is an angel so he speaks with affection to him. Porsche’s bestie Pete notices something is off and keeps an eye out but doesn’t do anything for now, cause Porsche seems to be doing well even if he’s acting a lil weird. Also who could imagine the reality of the situation lol. Pete does see more than the rest tho, he has seen Vegas in the shadows before, but he doesn't connect the dots. Yet.

Then out of nowhere the Italians decide to sell the opera house to Tankhun. Yes Tankhun cause imagine him running an opera. And Arm or something cause he needs a partner. Oh maybe Tay? Idk this needs more thought than I’m capable of at the moment. Anyways.. Vegas is mad cause Tankhun is even worse at running the opera than the previous owners. Even so he does manage to get rid of Tawan and get Porsche on stage, but then fucking KINN shows up and is like hot diggity dog.. Porsche is hot and I love him and Porsche loves him back (they are childhood friends like Christine and Raoul), which simply makes Vegas lose his last marble. He’s been spending months at this point teaching and seducing Porsche and it's taken a lot of work to get Porsche on stage and he’s not about to let Kinn steal him so he goes and kidnaps him (porsche). Takes him to his dungeon and tries to convince him that life there with him could be kinda nice. Cause look at all the good he's done for him. Porsche is listening till his curiosity wins and he tears Vegas' mask off and is disgusted much like Christine the first time she saw the Phantom’s face. Vegas is hurt and lets him go. Convinces himself that Porsche just needs more time, that he just needs to try a little harder. That he has to work more to get that love that he craves.

Porsche is traumatised after the kidnapping. Pete is worried, he sees that something is really wrong even though Porsche doesn't tell him what exactly happened. Kinn is an oblivious idiot, who at this point only cares about this Phantom dude sending everyone threatening notes lol. He and Tankhun decide to disobey everything Vegas is asking for and let Tawan back on stage which leads to no good. Vegas snaps and kills someone. Porsche runs to the rooftop, Kinn follows, they confess to each other and kiss and Vegas’ heart breaks and he brings down the chandelier.

Pete our best boy who has been watching everything go down from the sidelines is like ok this has turned from weird to FUCKED & he decides to investigate. Cause he is a sneaky lil guy and doesn’t like it when his friends get hurt for no good reason. He takes it upon himself to go find this opera ghost and stop him. He finds the entrance to the dungeons behind Porsche’s mirror and goes down there. In the dungeon he is greeted by a very sad scene of Vegas crying his heart out. What a pathetic creature. Except the creature is insane and once he notices and catches Pete he ties him up and spews all his anger and sadness on him. Vegas thinks Pete is a nobody whom no one will miss (and sadly he’s somewhat right) (but Vegas does know who Pete is cause he knows everything) and decides to keep him there to torment while he wallows in his sadness. Very unfortunately the rest of the opera don’t even notice Pete is gone (they’re too busy fixing things and getting their shit back together and Porsche is too busy with Kinn). After a few days of silence they’re thinking - finally we pissed off the phantom so much that he left. When in reality Vegas is planning his revenge. Pete is trying his best to convince him to leave Porsche alone cause obviously Porsche doesn’t like him back but Vegas being the man he is can not let his grudge go. And even though he doesn’t even like Porsche much anymore (cause his heart is opening up to someone else), he wants to take revenge on Kinn.

There’s mad tension between VP. Pete isn’t afraid of what's underneath Vegas’ mask because he has his own scars too. Both physical and emotional. They do share asshole fathers in every universe. They bond over it. And Vegas gets a glimpse under Pete's mask when he notices the way Pete reacts to him and his anger. Something inevitably does happen between them but it doesn't lead to any good because Vegas still thinks he is unlovable (boy thinks love has to be earned and is going about it in all the wrong ways) and he is obsessed with his revenge plot; and Pete our dear Pete thinks Vegas is in love with Porsche cause he thinks himself unlovable too.

The masquerade happens (oh imagine how happy Tankhun would be to throw this party), Vegas crashes it and promises to bring everything down unless they perform his opera. Realising all his efforts to change Vegas' mind have been in vain and Vegas still cares more abt Porsche than him, Pete escapes to go warn his friends about his actual plans. In a way he also rejoins the masquerade when he returns to his life. There is much to be said about masks and stuff in this au but again - my brain has not the capacity to do it rn. Finding out Pete is gone makes Vegas even madder cause he does feel things for him even if he's in denial about it. Cause Pete is the only person ever to not flinch when Vegas looks at him. There's that kindness he's been looking for in Pete but he doesn't let himself see it.

Kinn comes up with his shit plan to catch the Phantom despite Pete’s arguments that it won’t work. The opera happens and everything goes to shit. Vegas once again kidnaps Porsche. Kinn shows up at the dungeon and gets almost killed. They are yelling at each other when Pete arrives. He overhears Vegas making Porsche choose between him and Kinn and he can't take it anymore. He goes all out along the lines of 'you stupid moron, I love you, i can't sing, I'm a shit dancer but I love you and why am I not enough???' Like why is Porsche the end goal here when he obviously hates Vegas? Vegas, Porsche and Kinn are dumbfounded at this. Vegas didn’t really believe that Pete would like him for real. but pete goes on about how vegas ripped pete's mask off and now he's gonna leave him stranded in this world when they could have something together and for what?? It takes vegas a moment to understand what's happening. Kinn uses the opportunity and shoots or stabs or whatever Vegas, takes Porsche and runs. Porsche asks Pete to come with them but he refuses. Kinn is a dick and he drags Porsche away. Pete holds Vegas very fairytale like, very tragic and beautiful. "Say you'll share with me one love, one life time, say the word and I will follow you.."

When the others come to the dungeon to get the phantom, they find it empty. Vegas and Pete have disappeared but they live. Away from all this, somewhere else. Maybe not happily ever after but they live.

Also korn doesnt exist in this universe cause fuck him

[shizunitis]

Ghostfire Shen Yuan loyally following the lonely, undying, forgotten Luo Binghe from the original outline.

They never even met.

Shen Yuan had died long before Luo Binghe’s story was set to start. Abandoned by his System, he was left wandering the realms, searching for anything to latch onto, anything to stave off the darkness encroaching on his consciousness whenever he stopped. He keeps himself entertained with little jokes and references that will never reach anyone. At least back home, there were other people on the opposite side of his screen reacting, seeing. Paying attention.

He never would have thought he’d miss the times he was perceived by others. He’d give anything, though. Anything.

He stumbles upon the protagonist as he’s ascending the stairs of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect for the first time. Dressed in rags and heaving with the effort, Luo Binghe is exactly as Shen Yuan had pictured: a little bun, soft and kind and so very brave.

The excitement wears off soon enough. When the tea ceremony is held, Shen Yuan watches, hopelessly trying to stop the cup from hitting Binghe’s head. He lunges at Shen Jiu; let him be identified and exorcised, at least he would have done something with himself, however useless. It doesn’t work. Of course not—nothing can come between Luo Binghe and his fate.

Shen Yuan thinks about leaving. Many times. But every time he considers the possibility of going back to wandering the world, or just passing on… Well. There’s still a lot to see, isn’t there? It will get better. It will.

Only, it doesn’t. Not really.

There’s no harem; there’s no warm comfort offered to Luo Binghe by a sympathetic beauty, no wedding celebrations, no moments of gentle companionship, however brief, however superficial. There’s no camaraderie with the demons underlings, his generals, his allies; it’s all casual cruelty and dismissals, before it’s violence and subjugation.

There’s no joy. There’s no hope. There’s no ��better’.

Something is wrong, that’s clear. Something is wrong, and Shen Yuan has no one to blame.

This is clearly not the Proud Immortal Demon Way he knows.

Centuries later, when Luo Binghe begs for the heavens to allow him to die, Shen Yuan hears. When Luo Binghe rages against the passage of time, alone in the wreckage of his palace, left behind by everyone he’d ever known, Shen Yuan accompanies him. When Luo Binghe lies down in the Holy Mausoleum and refuses to get up, Shen Yuan waits until he opens his eyes again and leaves the palace.

They end up in a hidden realm so filled with Yin Energy that Shen Yuan can channel it to manipulate his form into that of his former body. It’s not detectable by the living, but it’s there. He feels stronger, too. He can walk, float, fly, interact with what few other ghosts they encounter.

Still, Luo Binghe cannot see him.

Luo Binghe doesn’t talk much. Well, that makes sense, he was never in the habit of talking to himself, but still. It’s lonely.

They end up in a town where a diviner takes one look at Luo Binghe and offers him a free reading. Shen Yuan can’t enter her tent, so he waits outside.

She tells Luo Binghe of the little hanger-on he’s got. A powerful one, too, though he’s still getting used to his powers. He’s been here for a long time, she says. Since he was a child. He comes from far away—farther than even the most distant star.

Luo Binghe begins talking to him. Shen Yuan isn’t sure why, but he’s not complaining!

Luo Binghe also begins meditating again, trying to soothe the damage done by Xin Mo over the centuries. For every meal, he places a few fruits across from him on a plate he’d made himself, which he eats only after finishing his own dish. He makes space by his side whenever he walks on a narrow road. He stops at every landmark and tells stories about them, always starting the same way.

“Do you remember when…” becomes Shen Yuan’s favourite phrase.

One night, Luo Binghe sighs and looks across the table. Shen Yuan places himself so that he’s in Luo Binghe’s focus.

“What is it, Binghe?”

Luo Binghe doesn’t answer him, of course. Still, it feels like a conversation, when he says:

“I wish I knew your name.”

Shen Yuan frets. He’s been trying to manipulate the physical world, but he never got the hang of it. He’d tried drawing in sand, with water, just pushing things off shelves. And yet, nothing.

“I’m sorry, I wish—” he tries, but Luo Binghe is already talking again.

“I wonder if we ever crossed paths when you were alive.” He’s expressed this thought more than once. Shen Yuan never likes to think about how they’ve missed each other, how they’d been set up for failure from the start. “I wonder if we would have been friends.”

Shen Yuan scoffs. Of course not. Him and the protagonist? No way.

But—those cold star eyes, blindly searching for him, trying to land on him… They make him want to say, I would have liked that.

He reaches a hand out to touch Luo Binghe’s forhead. He’s taken to doing it whenever Luo Binghe broods, or makes a silly joke Shen Yuan wishes he didn’t find funny. It’s soothing.

He wishes Binghe could feel it.

When his finger touches the demon mark, it blazes. Luo Binghe gasps, that heavy gaze settling on Shen Yuan’s face.

Shen Yuan startles, and jumps away.

“No! Wait!”

Shen Yuan hesitates. Luo Binghe is looking around himself, eyes begging for even a wisp of Shen Yuan’s shadow.

He can’t deny Luo Binghe this.

He can’t deny himself this.

He reaches out again. This time, he cups Luo Binghe’s cheeks. When those eyes clear of panic and widen in awe, he whispers, softly, “Shen Yuan. My name is Shen Yuan.”

Luo Binghe looks like he’s been handed a treasure so precious he’s afraid to touch it. He hesitates, raising his hands in careful starts and stops, before taking Shen Yuan’s face in them, gently caressing the soft, cold skin of his face. His eyes dance with the haste he takes in memorising Shen Yuan’s features.

Then, he smiles. Helpless and weak and so, so precious. Shen Yuan has not seen hope so bright in Luo Binghe’s face since that fateful day on Cang Qiong Mountain.

“Hello, Shen Yuan.”

[strawb3rrystar]

Gift from the gods.

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Fem! Reader

Summary: The Incredible Nightcrawler is insecure about his looks, thinking that he'll never be good enough for you. Safe to say that another movie night is ruined, again.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, BREEDING, slightly feral kurt, tail play?, marking, slight body worship, talks of having children, lots of aftercare and cuddles, kurt is insecure :(, shitty german , not proofread

Word count: 3.9k

✰Masterlist

You set the large bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, eyes flicking over to the couch where you expected your mutant boyfriend to be curled up, waiting for you. But he wasn't. Your eyebrows press together with worry as you notice the bathroom door is still closed. Kurt told you he had to go when you started making popcorn. But that was almost thirty minutes ago.

Inside the bathroom, Kurt was looking at himself in the mirror, pointing out all his insecurities. His sharp teeth, his ears, eyes, tail, not to mention his blue skin as well. All the things that didn't make him human. All the things that made him a monster. Kurt jumped in surprise when you knocked on the bathroom door. "Coming, liebe!" he called, trying not to sound like he was just loathing himself. "Just a sec, I'm.. washing my hands still!"

"Are you sure you're alright, Kurt? You've been in there for almost half an hour," you ask him calmly from the other side of the door, but your worry still grew. "Yes, yes! I'm fine, don't worry! I promise I'm fine," he replies, forcing a cheerful tone. He had no right to worry you with his insecurities, not when he was a literal monster. Kurt looked at his reflection as he said that, his eyes falling on his sharp, shark-esque teeth. His tail behind him was curled and twitching nervously.

You sigh after hearing that, pressing your forehead against the door. "You know I love you, right?" Kurt winced at your voice, hating how your words made him want to breakdown and cry like some child. But he swallowed thickly and shakily nodded to himself, his hands gripping the side of the sink. "Of course.. I love you too." He spoke softly and clearly.

"Okay... I'll be here when you're ready." You push away from the door, leaning against the wall across from it. Kurt's heart broke, he just needed to pull it together. He needed to get these stupid thoughts out of his head and not get emotional in front of you. He took a couple of deep breaths, forcing his tail to stop moving, shoving his hands under the faucet and turning the water on. Washing his hands and face for the third time. After a couple of minutes, Kurt pulled the door open, forcing a smile. "See? I'm just fine! Sorry for taking so long."

You smile softly as you see him "I made the popcorn." Kurt chuckled and moved closer, wrapping his arms around you. "You're too kind, love." He spoke quietly, gently pressing his cheek to the top of your head as he shut his eyes. He had to stay calm, or he was going to burst into tears and ruin the night. But just being held close to you helped relax his muscles. You notice a shift in his demeanor, your eyebrows twitch with worry. Running your hands up his arm, you ask him a question "You okay?"

Kurt swallowed again, pressing his eyes together tighter. No, no, he was completely fine. He had to be- He bit his lip, moving his head to your shoulder, nodding silently. "Yeah... yeah. I'm good. Just... long day." His tail curled around his leg anxiously. Why did he always struggle to tell you the truth? It wasn't like you'd get angry or anything... right? Right? You look down at his tail, noticing how it curled around his leg. "Kurt... you can talk to me if something is bothering you."

He didn't reply for a solid minute, just holding onto you silently. He knew he could. He knew he should. But it was hard, and he didn't want to make you think less of him. Kurt nodded quietly and finally mumbled "I.. I am just.. worried you don't.. like how I look." He admitted, swallowing thickly once more. In response, you cup his cheeks, making him look at you. "What makes you think that?"

Kurt sighed, pointing at all of his features "Don't get me wrong, I.. I like how I look, I really do. I just.. I just.. I'm worried that I disgust you with my looks." You scoff, shaking your head a little "Kurt, I wouldn't stay with you for seven years if I was disgusted by you." He laughed bitterly at his own stupidity, gently resting his forehead against yours. "I know, I know. Sometimes I just fear that you'll realize you could find someone.. someone normal. And then what? Then I won't.. be enough." His voice grew soft and shaky towards the end, his tail curling around his leg once more.

"No." You immediately reply "No. You are a masterpiece. Every inch of skin on your bones is a brush stroke from the gods." Kurt leaned into your touch, letting you gently hold his face, as he swallowed down a wave of emotion. "You.. you really think so?" He asked hesitantly, desperately wanting to shut down the little voice in the back of his head saying that you were lying. He should know you better than that, but the negative thoughts were never going to shut up. Were they? Just always waiting for an open window to attack.

"I don't need to think," you remark "It was already written in stone." Kurt chuckled quietly at that, some of the tension leaving his body. "You really aren't helping my ego, love." He teased, gently brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear as his tail uncoiled and wrapped loosely around your waist. "Well, about the whole 'me finding someone' thing. I couldn't find someone else," You grin.

Kurt huffed, his tail giving a little twitch to show his annoyance. "Why not?" He grumbled as his arms wrapped around you tighter, pulling you closer to his body. His insecurities and fears were not helping be logical. You lean closer to his face, your lips hovering above his. "Because I can't live without you," You whisper against his lips. Kurt's breath caught in his throat. That's it. He was done for. He presses his lips against yours. Kissing you with a level of passion that could rival Ororo's lightning. "And I can't live without you either." He mumbled against your lips between kisses, his tail twitching again, but for a different reason.

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back. Kurt pushed you further down the hallway until you reached your shared room in the apartment. You backed up until the backs of your legs hit the bed, still entangled in the kiss. He laid you down on the mattress, lips catching yours in needy desire. He hovered over you, his body resting between your thighs. You pull away a second later for air "I love you so much." He leaned down so his face was pressed into your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin. "I love you more." He whispered against you neck, his tail curling around your leg, brushing over your thigh.

You gently run your fingers through his hair "Mh- my Nightcrawler." He groaned in pleasure at the sensation, a shiver running up his spine as his lips sucked on your neck, trying to leave as many marks as he could. "God, say it again, please?" He mumbled into your skin, his knee pushing your thighs apart. "My Nightcrawler.." Groaning again, his hips gently rock against yours in response. God, he needed you. His lips nipped at the crook of your neck, hips grinding against yours once more. "Again. Please." He moaned lowly, his body wanting more than just hearing those words.

"My... my Nightcrawler.." You whine, making him growl and sink his teeth into your neck. A mark that would take ages to heal. "God, the things you do to me..." He mumbled, still grinding his hips against yours, though a bit more urgently. He needed you. Wanted you. You gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders, and that only adds to his desire. Any sense of self control he had was quickly disappearing. He lifted his head from your neck, staring down at you, his pupils slightly dilated. "You're mine." He breathed as his hips rock against yours with a little bit more force. "Say it." He demanded, his voice husky.

"I'm.. I'm yours." You reply, his body shuddering in response. Then he quickly moved to pull off his shirt, tossing it somewhere on the floor before leaning back down and claiming your lips in a hungry kiss. Kurt wanted your clothes off. Now. You moan against his lips, fingers finding his scalp. He groaned at the feeling of your fingertips in his hair and pulled back, panting. "Clothes. Off. Now." He fumbled with the button on your jeans, his hands were slightly shaky with need. You quickly agree and pull off your shirt and bra in one go, tossing them aside. His pupils dilated more at the sight of your bare skin, his teeth ached for you.

Kurt's hands wander down your body, down to your stomach and hips. Wanting to squeeze and mark every inch of skin you offered to him. Eventually, his hand slipped into your now unbuttoned pants. "Please take them off." You mumble, your eyes half lidded. He was not going to say no to that plea. He immediately maneuvered his hands to pull your jeans off, alongside your underwear. Leaving you laying in front of him, bare. Once you were, he sat up, drinking in the sight and committing every inch of you to memory. Then he slowly started removing his own pants, taking his sweet time as he watched you.

You bite your lips as you look up at him, watching his fingers tease the hem of his boxers. Soon he pulled them off, letting his cock spring free. Sure, you have had sex hundreds of times after being together for so long. But he never failed to amaze you. Once he was finally just as bare as you, he returned his position between your legs. The head of his cock leaking pre-cum as he rubbed it up and down your pussy. "I need you, please. Please, Kurt." You beg, and those words were all he needed to hear. He finally stopped teasing the both of you, lining himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing the tip in. "Fuck." You whimper, causing Kurt to let out a shaky breath, his tail twitching in pleasure, his hands grabbing at your waist.

"Just.. God.. Just tell me when.." He was holding onto what little restraint he had left. "Keep going, don't stop." You urge, and he certainly wasn't planning on it. His fingers gripped you a bit tighter as he pushed himself in deeper. A near soundless moan leaving his throat. "Oh my god." Your breath gets caught in your chest as he bottoms out. "S-Scheisse.. you feel so good.." Kurt groaned as he pushed his hips forward, his mind becoming a fuzzy mess. "I.. I can go faster if.. if you want." He panted as he tried to keep himself from just taking you. But damn it, it was so difficult. He wanted to give you whatever you asked for, spoil you. But your tight heat was making him lose his mind.

You nod your head slowly "Go ahead. I can take it." Kurt's tail curled around your thigh as he braced himself. "Please.. just let me know if it's too much." He mumbled, gently resting his forehead against yours. "Okay, I will." You guarantee, feeling him nuzzle his nose with yours. Then with that, he pulls his hips back, before roughly slamming back into you. A gasp leaves you, nails digging into his shoulders. Leaving indents on his blue skin. "That's it, liebe.. mark me as yours.. I am yours." He moaned, his pace increasing to a rougher rhythm. You tilt your head back, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. In turn, exposing more of your neck for him.

Kurt used this opportunity to sink his teeth into your collarbone, leaving a mark, a large one. You yelp in response, not expecting the fiery burn of his bite, slick walls clenching around him. "Ah.. ah.. f- fu-" He practically growled, his pace faltering for a moment. "Do that again.. please." He managed to get out between breaths, his hands gripping onto you tightly, definitely leaving bruises for later. You obey, your cunt clamping down on him again. "Ah, scheisse. Yes... yes, just like that." He slammed his hips into you as he left more hickeys along your neck. Kurt could already feel the tight pressure building in the pit of his stomach.

"You- you know.. I've always thought about what it would be like to get married.. and start a family with you." You mumble in your fucked out state. That confession nearly made him cum right then and there. He had to stop his movements for a moment, his mind going a million miles a second. He pulled his mouth back from your neck, lifting his head to look at you. His mind was trying to fully process what you had just told him. "I.. I.." He stuttered for a moment, his mind not forming the words to communicate. You wait for him to form a reply, wrapping your legs around his waist. "You.. want.. you want the whole deal?" He pants out as he begins to thrust at that same rough rhythm again.

"The.. the wedding, the house, the children." He groaned, the images of such a beautiful life running rampant through his mind. "Yes, everything," you cup his cheeks "Please." God, he was going to lose his mind. "Anything you want.. I will give you anything." He leaned into your touch as he continued his pace. "Just..." He was struggling to not just let go right on the spot. "Can- can I make a small request?" You nod your head slightly, the pad of your thumb brushing against his cheek.

He swallowed hard, trying to think clearly, to control himself. But his mind was foggy with that ever-looming presence of the pit in his stomach, coiling and building with each snap of his hips. Threatening to boil over if he wasn't careful. He didn't want to stop now, everything in him told him not to come before you had. "When.. when you.. could I..?" He couldn't seem to get the words out, struggling to breathe. They seemed so simple in actuality, but in his dazed state it seemed like walking through a snow storm. "Could you what, baby?" You question, your hands gently massaging his shoulders. Kurt let out another shaky pant, his hips rocking forward. "Could I.." He swallowed, burying his face in your neck again as he tried to get the words out. "Could I cum inside you?" He whispered into your ear, his breath tickling the skin of your lobe.

"I would love it if you did." You answer, a slight smile on his lips. And that was exactly the answer he was hoping for. He groaned against your neck for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight. "I.. I'm close, liebe," his thrusts were becoming more ragged and needy. "Me too." You signal, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, feeling his bare skin against your palms. "Yeah?" he mumbled, his hands squeezing you more tightly. "Think you can.. give me one more thing?" Kurt asked, trying to hold out a little longer. "What?" you hum, quirking a brow. He let out yet another shaky pant, as he gets closer and closer to the edge. "Say my name, liebe. I.. I want you to say my name."

You agree to his request and that was all he needed for him to snap. His pace becomes absolutely relentless, his teeth sinking into your skin once more as a warning. "You're mine." He growled against your neck. "Fuck! Yes!" You cry as he pounds you into the mattress, feeling the coil deep in your torso about to spring to life. "Yes.. say it.. say it again.. who do you belong to?" He breathed as his words were broken up by needy pants and moans. "You! You, Kurt!" The answer leaves your lips seconds later. Your waterline starts to fill with salty liquid as he drills into the spot that makes you see starts. But you quickly blink them away.

"Who owns you, liebe? Whose the one that makes you feel this could?" Each question felt like more feed into his ego pond, slowly killing off each of his insecurities like baby ducklings getting swallowed whole by the fish. With each word that left your pretty, swollen lips, it plucked off more feathers, making his fears and doubts stay rooted to a desolate void that he brain couldn't reach. All he needed was you. Your reassurance that he was enough for this cruel world. "Only you!" You moan, your walls clenching around him again.

"God, you're perfect." His hands were bruising as they gripped your hips, leaving no wiggle room to breath even for a moment. The pace of his thrusts desperate and reckless. "Please.. say my name.. say it when you come." Your eyes roll back into your skull as the dam breaks, the floodgates being held open. Your juices coat his cock as you say his name like a prayer. Chanting like a spell that could set you free from the cinder block that was everyday life. And he soon followed. The sudden cry of his name, combined with the feeling of you milking him, sent him over the edge. Releasing deep inside your womb, filling you up completely. "I love you.. I love you so much."

He kept himself inside you for a moment, until his brain registered his surroundings again. Kurt was panting heavily, as the adrenaline left him and the exhaustion started to kick in. You lay totally spent beneath him, your body twitching a little. He moved to pull out his flaccid cock from your puffy cunt, both of your cum dripping out of your tired hole. Kurt laid beside you, resting his head on your chest, his body rising and falling with your ragged breaths. "Can't feel my legs." He mumbled from his spot, his words a bit slurred. "I can't feel anything," you laughed, drowsily. He chuckled before nuzzling his cheek against your chest, then he started peppering gentle kisses across your skin.

"I think I saw my ancestors from how intense that was there." He wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you as close to him as possible. "You're such a dork, Kurt." You giggle softly, shaking your head a little. "Oh, don't act all high and mighty, liebling. You're the one who wants to marry the dorky mutant with blue skin and a tail." He teases, his cheek up against your chest as he looks up at you. "And have his children," you muse, looking down at him, taking in the way his eyes looked through his lashes. The mere idea sent jolts through his heart, and butterflies into his stomach. "How many would you want? Like two or three? More? Less?" Kurt questions as he begins tracing light patterns across your stomach with his fingertips.

"Well, how many do you want?" You ask in return, finding it adorable how he was getting so excited over having a family with you. "Hmm, let's see." He hummed as he began counting on his fingers. "I always thought three would be perfect. But I also like the idea of having a litter of children running around. So, who knows?" He joked, before shifting to settle his hand back onto your stomach. "A litter? Jesus." you reply, almost in disbelief. "Oh, you love the idea." Kurt teased as he kisses your supple skin. "I can picture it now. Seven little rugrats running around the compound, with little pointed ears and tails.. hmm, although a few blue ones would be nice as well."

"I have a feeling they'd all be blue in some way," you hum "And they'd be mutants, if it's true that men carry the mutant gene." Kurt sighed happily, a sense of joy and overwhelming hope filled his heart. "And they would be absolutely adorable." He began to picture it in his mind, him and you being parents together, your children growing up with their aunts, uncles, and other family. Spending their formative years at the academy, learning to control whatever gifts they were graced with. He wanted that. He needed that. "Three," you say, running your finger through his hair again. "Hmm?" he hums, loving the way your fingers feel in his hair "Three is our compromise then?"

You nod your head in agreement. "Perfect," he smiled against your chest. "Maybe.. maybe we should start on the first little one soon?" he mused out loud, his thoughts shifting to the idea of a life growing inside you. "I thought we just did," you respond. "I- oh.." Kurt chuckled, realizing the implications of what he had previously done. He was quiet for a moment, listening to your heartbeat as the thought of you carrying his child took root. "Yeah, I mean you did just come inside me." You say, tilting your head a little. "God, you're going to be the death of me." He groaned, the images in his mind were too perfect.

He moved to rest his chin against your chest, looking up at you with a hopeful look on his face as he placed a hand flat on your stomach. "Think it took?" Kurt asked quietly. You shrug "We'll know for sure in a few weeks. He didn't seem fully convinced by that as he continued to idly caress your stomach, as if willing it to take. "I want it to," he mumbled against your skin "I want us to be parents so badly." You hum, looking up at the ceiling while making a suggestion "Well, we could always try more tomorrow." Kurt chucked quietly "Darling, if I had more energy, I'd go again now," he teased. You shake your head in response "I don't have the energy."

Kurt laughed again, you loved his laugh, and you loved making him laugh. Especially when you were like this. "I think I literally just broke you, liebe." His voice was laced with exhaustion, but still cocky, as if he was proud of himself for a job well done. "A hundred percent," you mumble as Kurt happily nuzzles up against you. "Good." His voice rings out as he begins to get comfortable laying on your chest. "I'm going to sleep now. Don't get up until I say you can. I will hold you hostage." He teased, a smirk on his lips. Yet he was being very serious, because he's done that exact thing in the past. "So, no movie night?" you pout in a playful way.

"Don't get me wrong, my love.." he said, smushing his face even further into your chest, his arms tightening around you. "I adore watching movies with you. However, I physically cannot move my limbs right now." You sigh, closing your eyes. "Me neither," you weren't mad in the slightest. In fact, you were the most content you could be currently. "I'm trapping you here for the next ten hours." Kurt hummed into the swell of your breast. "Do my tits really make that good of pillows?" you ask. "The best pillows I've ever had," he mumbled out, already sounding sleepy. You wrap your arms around him, slowly drifting off as the heat from his body surrounds you. "Dich lieben." He sighs happily, his breathing eventually evening out, and his body going limp in your arms.

Star's notes -> Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck. My hands are shaking because this is the longest fic I've ever written and now I have no idea what to do with myself.. uh..

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[shinobufied]

imagine the confussion it would cause for the villains in gotham if during halloween night the entire batfamily would dress up as each other during patrol.

Youre some guy robbing the bank or whatever and see nightwing pulling up and feel relief bc "oh, thats not too bad, could be worse, ive fought him before and should know his moves by now!" and suddenly he pulls out a glock.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

let the good times roll on

through these first few desperate hours

[elliethefroggy]

What if Eddie had been a little less oblivious and had invited to Buck to trivia-karaoke night.

They’re all three going to hang out at the karaoke bar, and at first Buck’s nervous because Tommy is super cool, but once the trivia quiz actually starts, all the nerves go away, and Buck’s sponge of a brain has a chance to shine.

He gets question after question right, barely having to consult the two others. Eddie’s probably used to this side of Buck, but Tommy gets to sit there, mesmerised because not only is Buck exceedingly attractive but he also has brains (does Tommy have a competency kink? Who’s to say).

By the end of the night, Tommy’s probably forgotten all about trying to answer the questions, too busy watching Buck’s eyes light up every time he knows an answer (and those eyes light up an awful lot). Overall, the night goes well, and Buck’s amazing brain probably wins them a pitcher of free beer or something.

Because that night went so well, all three of them start hanging out more and more. Maybe Tommy somewhat discreetly suggests to Eddie that they invite Buck along, just so he has the opportunity to stare in Buck’s eyes some more.

But Tommy doesn’t do anything at about his developing crush, at least not right away.

Firstly it’s because Tommy’s trying to figure out just what the deal is between Eddie and Buck. Are they dating? Are they the most healthy divorced couple of LA? BFFs? Platonic soulmates? Not-so-platonic soulmates?

Maybe it doesn’t take him that long to figure out that those two are not together, but then he still needs to make sure that there isn’t some unrequited or very-requited-but-they’re-both-oblivious crushing going on between Eddie and Buck.

My guess it takes him a while to finally decide that they’re some flavour of queerplatonic life partners (he decides on this after a lot of subtle and not so subtle questions; Christopher is probably his most helpful informant).

(Realistically, Tommy would have probably just straight up asked one of them if they were together because Tommy seems pretty good at communication, but that’s no fun for me.)

But then, once he’s figured out that Eddie and Buck are definitely not a thing, he still needs to figure out what exactly Buck’s sexuality is.

Because, sure Buck’s only ever dated women and is such an ‘ally’. But Buck spends way too long looking at other men’s asses. Tommy notices this because he’s probably caught Buck staring at the same asses Tommy himself was just looking at (remember the hanger scene when Tommy very blatantly checks out Buck’s ass).

So now Tommy’s having to figure out just what Buck’s sexuality is. Is Buck gay? Is he closeted? Is he as straight as he claims to be? Is he repressed? Also what’s with all the flirting (because of course Buck’s going to be unknowingly flirting with Tommy; Buck just can’t help himself).

Eventually, Tommy and Buck are going to have some one-on-one bonding time without Eddie.

Buck takes him up on those flying lessons which means Tommy gets trapped in a confined space with Buck on a regular basis, having to deal with his growing feelings towards what can only be a golden retriever in human form. Buck is kind and sincere and so so earnest, Tommy has no choice but to fall for him.

But Tommy still doesn’t know where Buck’s sexuality lies, and he’s getting to the point where’s pulling his hair out in frustration, trying to figure it out. Because no way can a heterosexual man stare at Tommy’s lips that often. There is no straight reason for that, right?

He then makes the mistake of also offering Buck Muay Thai lessons.

He doesn’t realise his mistake until they’re both sweaty and shirtless. Buck looks very good sweaty and shirtless. But it’s fine, Tommy manages to cope, he just avoids looking at the large expanse of wet skin right in front of him. He’s not distracted by all that skin. He’s fine.

(Luckily, Buck doesn’t know enough about Muay Thai to notice how badly Tommy is fighting.)

Somehow they both get tangled up and they fall to the ground (I don’t know shit about Muay Thai). Buck lands flat on his back and Tommy ends up on top of him. Tommy goes to get off Buck immediately because Tommy’s not exactly light, but then he makes another mistake: just as he places his hands on either side of Buck to push off the ground, he looks at Buck’s face

Buck’s cheeks are nice and red (because of exertion? Because of Tommy’s close proximity? Both?), Buck’s breathing heavily, his breaths getting faster and faster the longer Tommy stays where he is. Buck’s eyes are near black, his pupils leaving only the thinnest band of colour.

Buck’s staring at Tommy, and Tommy’s staring at Buck. Then Buck once again glances down at Tommy’s lips as Tommy is lying over him, their sweaty chests pressing against one another.

And Tommy cracks.

He throws himself off Buck, getting to his feet, and crosses over to the other side of the mat to put some distance between himself and Buck.

When he turns back to look at Buck, Buck is still lying on the ground, now leaning back on his forearms, looking up at Tommy. Which is a sight Tommy would love nothing more than to see again.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Tommy says, “but are you really straight?” Which is definitely not how Tommy wanted this conversation to start, but sue him, he’s having a breakdown. “Sorry,” he repeats, “It’s just there’s been a lot of flirting and a lot of starring at my various attributes,” he tries again, poorly, “Not that I’m complaining; I would love nothing more than to have you stare at my lips and flirt with me for as long as you want. But I need to know where we stand before I lose my mind trying to figure you out.”

And the thing is, Tommy’s not the only one who’s been struggling these past few weeks.

Buck’s been dealing with these weird feelings towards Tommy since day 1. At first he just figured it was because Tommy was so cool (which he is), and then he thought it was because he was jealous that Tommy was spending so much time with Eddie, thinking maybe Tommy was trying to steal his spot in the Diaz household. But is wasn’t either of those things. Buck’s been wracking his brain for weeks, trying to figure out just what he was feeling towards Tommy.

And here’s Tommy, all sweaty and shirtless, so much glistening skin on display, and Tommy’s offering Buck a possible answer to all these feelings he’s been unable to name.

And what Tommy’s implying makes some sense. Buck thinks over all the instances he’s hung out with Tommy, compares his behaviour to the times he’s had crushes on women, and thinks maybe Tommy’s onto something.

Buck, who is a big believer of the scientific method of experimentation, figures there’s an easy way to test Tommy’s theory.

Buck slowly gets up from the mat as his brain goes into hyper-drive, processing the fastest sexuality crisis known to humanity.

Maybe Buck flexes a bit as he gets up because Tommy’s watching him and he’s always liked attention.

By the time he straightens up, the sexuality crisis has been dealt with and he’s ready to act on these newly revealed feelings.

He likes Tommy’s theory a lot.

“I have been staring at your lips a lot, haven’t I?” He says, purposeful flirty.

(Once again they have both been (knowingly or not) starring at each other longingly for weeks, they are both shirtless and covered in sweat, and had their naked chests pressed up together just moments ago; neither of them are thinking very rationally.)

And Buck (flirty Buck who made picking woman up into an art-form) walks/stalks over to Tommy, leaving enough room for Tommy to back away if he wants to.

“Maybe you should do something about that?” Buck suggests, and very deliberately stares down at Tommy’s lips.

Tommy knows they should have a more thorough discussion about where both of them stand, but he’s only one man.

Tommy closes the gap between them, places two fingers underneath Buck’s chin, and slowly leans in to finally kiss Buck.

The kiss lasts no more than a moment, not nearly long enough for either of their tastes, but Tommy needs to be sure that Evan’s sure.

“So?” he asks simply, fingers still under Evan’s chin.

“Yeah, definitely not straight.” And Evan leans in to kiss Tommy again. Tommy does not mind at all.

(They then spend the rest of their Muay Thai lesson making out.)

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Bruce has a 'if you can't beat them, join them' mentality about the tabloids claiming he adopts too many kids- Developing foster homes that are paid for through the Wayne inheritance, personally vetted by the Bats, they're the leaders in the space for child health outcomes and family placement. Insert Danny.

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Bruce has too much wealth, too many rumors and not enough reach into the abhorrent foster homes around Gotham to improve them. Tim ends up being the one to suggest it- He's the one who buys up their real estate for their safe houses after all- and Bruce is more than ready to pull the metaphorical trigger to get new clean welcoming spaces, Bat-background checked fosters and a new era of adoption in Gotham underway.

He's lobbied the state and the federal government for reforms of course, but this is a project he can micromanage. He spends time with every kid that comes through, talks with all the families that want to adopt and makes sure that these miniature homes are provided only the very best. Alfred personally hires all the staff, and with Barbara more than happy to help relocate the unhoused children she spots while they patrol, the project is a glowing success.

Occasionally, spots in their houses fill up, and those are the weeks were Cass takes on the Cowl of Batman- Bruce Wayne will personally invite a child in need to his home. He always has one of his kids present (they rotate on a pre-determined schedule) and he does his best to try and get them to understand that they deserve the world, have all the potential that anyone else has and can achieve a bright future. That he will personally aid them in their ambitions.

PR goes crazy for it of course, but Bruce and all of his children know its genuine. Almost too genuine, because a betting pool 'WILL THEY BE ADOPTED' regularly circulates between the siblings and the entire JL when someone spends time at the manor. And not just the black-haired, Blue-eyed kids get picked as favored outcomes- but obviously the running joke gets passed around.

It's a Thursday night when Bruce gets the call that the houses have once again filled up, and that there is a child in need of a home. The social worker (he knows her as Marsha and he has flowers planned to be sent on her birthday next week, like he does for all of his employees) (Say micromanaged one more time) explains that the kid is a bit cagey but has opened up with some humor. She explains that he has a few strange... mannerisms. She's not sure what to make of him, a non-gothamite for sure but something is, well, distinctly 'not from around here' about his energy.

Danny arrives at the house, meets Duke and Alfred, and by the time Bruce meets him at the dinner table it seems as though Marsha had it all wrong. This kid was laughing, he was teasing, he was totally playing along like he'd gone through nothing. Bruce is glad he's in high spirits but its just so... so different from all the other children he's taken in.

Bruce re-focuses on the conversation when Duke mentions something flashing, and its the first time that Danny goes quiet. Entirely still.

"...you noticed that?" Danny quietly asks, a bit of disbelief in his tone.

"You don't have a flashlight on or something do you? It was super bright whatever it is that you had in your hand a second ago?" Duke tries to sound chill but he's looking very much not chill. Bruce saw nothing, and that puts him further on edge.

"Look... I uh, I've been though... I've been through a lot lately. And the last lab I was in kind of, messed with me. I'm normally much better at dealing with it all, I promise." Danny sounds nervous, and the room seems to chill.

"Ah shoot, sorry." Danny notices something and frantically apologizes.

"Sorry for what Danny? You've done nothing wrong but I am worried about you- You said you were in a lab?" Bruce is desperately trying to calm him down while not slipping into Batman interrogation mode.

"Uh, yeah, like a lot of labs. It should get warmer in a second, its just cause I startled, I promise."

"You're a meta." Duke speaks softly and with hope in his voice- Danny is looking between them with wide eyes filled with fear.

"I mean I don't technically have the gene-"

"Danny, have you told any of your case workers where you were? Do any authorities know what you've been through?" Bruce needs to know, desperately, that who ever gave this young boy super powers is brought to justice. Danny goes quiet.

"I'm really sorry." He says softly, but he doesn't leave them.

Duke and Bruce try to ask a few more questions but the silence that meets them declares the conversation over, even with Duke admitting he himself is a meta. Danny didn't even look up from his plate. They watch a movie after dinner, and Danny seems to get back to the smile-y happy guy he had been before dinner.

Each of the bat-fam have their own interactions with Danny- And even if they're getting along amazingly, Danny won't open up. He doesn't open up to his provided therapist. Doesn't talk to Alfred. No one knows what's up.

So when Marsha calls Bruce back explaining they now have a spot for Danny and he can move out of the Manor... Bruce replies that he'd like to get started on Adoption paperwork, so long as Danny is fine with it.

---

Turns out, Danny is fine with it. he's both the newest Wayne and their newest case. (And godamnit, his new family is going to avenge him. If only he'd let them try.)

Danny figures out that Duke= Signal early on because of that dinner, and if he's going to keep his parents out of jail, he needs to be as close to the investigation as possible. He knows that he shouldn't protect the Fentons, but he feels the upset in his core at the thought of letting them befall any harm. He has to protect them. Has to protect Jazz and her hiding spot as a mole within their lab. Has to.

Even if it meant lying to his new family who loves him, and who he loves in equal return. Even if it means lying to The Bats.

---

Tabloids go crazy about the black-haired blue-eyed thing of course, but no poll was ever taken by the batfam or the JL who know the whole story.

[actual-changeling]

literally i need them to hug in season 3. i cant live without that neil please PLEASE i need them to hug for two minutes minimum full body arms wrapped swaying back and forth crying PLEASE NEIL PLEASE WHY ARE YOU RUNNING COME BACK

[lyss-sketchbox]

That last bit didnt exactly happen like that but i like making dramatic comic shots. STILL yall should read this fic. Its such a wonderful experience that people should know about, I PROMISE ITS GOOD

Bonus scene

Now you HAVE to read it :)

[aurora-borealiiss]

OKAY YALL IM SEEING LOADS OF NEW WOLVERINE FICS BUT GOD DAMNIT WHERES THE WOLVERINE DEADPOOL EIFFEL TOWER FIC ALREADY 😭😭😭😭

[shrimpchipsss]

read Living With a Tiger by x_los !

[cultven]

don't get me wrong, I love Logan just as much as the next horny girl, but where is my Wade love!? any fic recommendations for the man please drop them because I am eating crumbs right now

[buckyscap]

5 times people think deadpool has a new gf and 1 time they find out how wrong they are vs 5 times wade goes around telling people he's dating the wolverine and 1 time they finally believe him

[blackbatofel]

I just finished my reread of JLA: Tower of Babel and frankly, I'm surprised by the lack of Superbat fics about this plotline. I mean, it's the perfect setting for all the Superbat angst you could dream of.

How everyone keeps pointing out that Supes is the one closest to Batman, Clark emphatically referring to what happened as "your betrayal", how Bruce's files are cold and professional about everyone EXCEPT Clark (his fear of seeing him in pain), his guilt, how everyone else is loud and angry but Clark is silent and hurt, the fact Clark gave him the kryptonite in the first place. Clark having the final say and voting Bruce out of the League. Bruce KNOWING that he would do that and leaving because he didn't want to hear it.

The confrontation on Divided We Fall with all the accusations and the obvious hurt on both sides... then the agreement to reveal their identities together.

Tell me this wouldn't be an excellent break up/getting back together fic? The hurt/comfort of all times. If someone doesn't write this soon, I might have to.

[bakudekublogblog]

not to be dramatic but hori literally out did my own self indulgent wish-fulfillment fanfic with the whole “rest of our lives speech” like I knew that sounded so romantic, and it is, because I literally wrote that line for bakudeku and I intended for it to be romantic

like hori really is just showing us bakudeku fanfic writers how it’s done

[smileysvech]

jeremy swayman saying “fuck she’s a good girl”