#THIS IDEA WOULD NOT LEAVE ME ALONE

[boonjur]

X-Men High School AU? X-Men High School AU.

[sarahsangelicdoll]

“Awh- shit..” JJ practically whined out as he shifted in his spot, pulling at the restraints around his hands that kept his hands up near the headboard. Your hand worked unrelentingly on his spent cock. Biting his lips as he watched how your hands skillfully moved up and down his cock, almost wet-like sounds filled the room as JJ’s hips bucked down into the bed, instinctively trying to get away from your touch.

Your grip around his cock tightened as you stopped your movements, shooting JJ a glare. “Stop moving.” You demanded in a sharp tone. Ignoring the way JJ gave you an attempted death glare. “What? ‘s to much?” You asked with faux sympathy, pouting in a mocking manner. Your attitude still sour from his earlier behaviour and attitude.

“Fuck you..” JJ mumbled as he sucked in a breath, his head lolling to the side and a porno worth moan tearing its way out of JJs mouth as your hands started moving again. Eyes shining over with fresh, unshed tears at the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure as his hips twitched and jolted at every little feeling.

“You must be enjoying this or you else you would’ve said the safe word.” You said as your hands came up to rub his cheek tauntingly. JJ almost leaning into your touch before a sharp sting spread across his cheek and his head snapped to the side. Shock setting in on JJ’s expression before he bit back a grin, bucking his hips into your hand at your words and the realization that you just slapped him sunk in.

“Now shut up and don’t forget why i’m doing this to you, got it?” Your tone was irritated, demanding and firm as you gripped JJ’s chin in your manicured hands, lazy grin forming on the blondes face and a slowly growing trail of drool coating your fingers as he mumbled out a taunting “Yes ma’am,”

⟡ ݁₊ . written by sarahsangelicdoll, 2024 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours

[3twindragons]

[chaparro0456]

Damian has been in Gotham for a couple of months

Bruce: Damian seeing that you are my biological child I’m getting you tested for everything I have mentally of course

Damian: seem logical what do you have

Bruce: it be a shorter list to tell you everything I don’t have

Damian: that explains a lot

Parts - 1 - 2

[timetodecidedjo]

“I’m ready to serve my after school detention, Mr. Howlett,” Wade said in a sing-song way that stopped Logan in his tracks. He had been clearing off the chalkboard in his classroom as part of his end of the school day routine. His final class had just let out a mere 15 minutes before, so now it was time to stay behind and prep the classroom for the following day’s classes. Since moving into the mansion to teach, Wade and Logan had kept their relationship a secret from the students. It wasn’t something that Logan had any interest in sharing, only with the students of course, so they had to be mindful when they were around each other in the common areas. Logan continued to clear off the last remaining chalk dust from the old green chalkboard and put the eraser back into its place.

“You should probably be serving your detention in Colossus’ class,” Logan replied dryly. “I hear you’re somewhat of a problem student there.”

“Well it’s hard to pay attention to anything he says when I’m busy wishing you were my teacher,” Wade grinned, using his fingers to draw circles onto Logan’s shoulder.

“Wade,” Logan signed as his husband began fiddling with the hemline of the mutant’s shirt. “What if one of the students comes back in here?”

“We’ll have ole Charlie wipe their memory,” Wade argued back, a lustful look in his eyes. “You worry too much.”

Wade shoved himself in between Logan’s body and the board so that he could lightly push the mutant into his desk just behind him. He slid one of his freezing hands underneath his husband’s olive green shirt, the one that complimented Logan’s gorgeous green eyes so perfectly, and brushed it up against his warm skin.

“If they were living back at home with their parents, they’d probably walk in on one of them anyway. What’s less traumatic? Walking in on your parents getting it on or your hot teacher?”

Logan rolled his eyes, all in good fun, and felt a smile form on his face before he decided to give into Wade just enough to hopefully appease him. It’s not like he didn’t want to kiss the Merc, he always did, but there had to be some rules around the mansion, especially where students could be. The mutant leaned in to kiss his husband's lips, their mouths only touching for just a moment.

“Such a tease,” Wade groaned, the one small kiss not being enough for his appetite, especially when Logan looked so good in the natural light from the window of the classroom.

“Don’t you have to go cause trouble somewhere else?” Logan asked as he wiggled himself out of Wade’s space so that he could get to the other side of his desk. “You might actually have detention with Colossus for not labeling your food in the refrigerator for the 100th time.”

“Well can I at least have a little something to get me through the rest of the afternoon until tonight? You know how fussy I get when I don’t have enough Logi kisses in the day.”

The Wolverine hesitantly put his hand out to pull his better half in for one final kiss, this one being much steamier than the last. Logan had slipped his tongue into Wade’s mouth with ease and his hand was gripped firmly around the merc’s waist. The kiss turned into kisses, hands began to roam, and breathing became laborious as they stood there pressed against each other in the middle of Logan’s classroom. The rest of the world didn’t matter when Wade and Logan were in each other’s arms. It was just the two of them.

“Mr. Howlett, can I ask a question about the midterm this—“ a small voice inquired from the doorway, stopping the two men from taking this make out session any further.

Logan quickly pushed Wade off and away from him, wiping the remnants of his husband’s saliva off his mouth with the back of his hand. He could feel the embarrassment fill his chest and the blood swell in his cheeks, his skin a bright red in color. Wade, of course, thought it was quite hilarious that they had been caught swapping spit in front of a student, the very thing Logan was worried about.

“I’m…I’m so sorry… Mr. Howlett… Mr. Wilson… I can come back another time. I didn’t mean to—“ the student blurted out as she backed out of the doorway and ran out. The two men looked at each other and then Logan covered his face with his hands, utterly embarrassed beyond belief.

“I’ll go find the professor…” Wade muttered, secretly laughing to himself at the whole ordeal. Worth it.

[max05nb]

Day 29: Free day (IRL)

@kitsuneisi , @xmaruu11 you ain't slick

(masterpost)

[t3acupz]

mean cannibals

[epicfirestormer]

[little-pup-pip]

Hi pip! I’ve seen some of your mood boards and I was wondering if I could request a pastel clown mood board? Maybe like pastel pinks and blues and maybe yellows. I really lean towards both genders so you can’t put anything in there that would make me uncomfy. Also coul there be a pink Paci? With sparkly charms :3 if u can’t do any of this that’s ok :33

Here you go!!

[imafluffycupcakey]

Picture this (I don't know how the no metas in Gotham works so please bare with me here):

Gotham is apparently under attack by what can only be assumed to be aliens, except when batman gets there/hey get some footage, what they see are teenage girls dressed like they came out of sailor moon, with superman type of powers (and more) just beating the absolute crap out of some minor goon, and doing very little effort to do so.

Worse of all? Those colorfull tennage girls don't even wear masks and are just showing off for the entire Gotham to see, painting a giant target on heir back woukd be more subtle.

Meanwhile said girls where just looking for their father and stumble upon crime after crime on the city and decided to do a clean up because it's what they do on Townsville.

Power puff girls gen Z (the anime) x Batman.

[roses-and-revolutions]

Okay, so I'm always seeing Ghost Twins Danny and Elli or Danny and Dan. Which is nice. Classic even. But I propose..... Ghost Triplets *jazz hands*. Like, imagine the absolute chaos of the three of them being triplets.

Now put them in a crossover and chaos ensues. Any crossover would be fine but I'm more so thinking about DP x DC.

[dinogoofy]

I KNOW IVE BEEN GONE FOR A WHILE BUT I COME BEARING GIFTS HEEEHEE

This starts out as bullet points but there's a fully written scene at the end, its just long enough that I'd rather put a cut so that it's easier to scroll past if need be.

Also, if yall were fans of Draco and Hermione as a ship, EAT UP!!!

Mk1! RAIN X RIVAL! READER

Think about it!!! The institute of sorcery is the perfect setting for some delicious rivals to lovers settings!

You are a very far off descendant of Shinnok, and for generations the magic in your bloodline had completely vanished. But unexpectedly, this magic resurfaces full force in you. Similar to the power that very first demigod would have had.

Empress Sindel (THINK OF HER AS MORALLY GREY I promise I'm not trying to make her seem evil ;-;) sees your potential to be a skilled outworld warrior, and sends for you to be enrolled in the institute of sorcery.

Thing is, although you have a good heart and good intentions, from a young age, you had never been able to do regular magic. With how powerful your magic is, it baffled those around you. Very few knew the truth that even you didn't know. And that truth was that you simply couldn't perform those magics. The magic in your bloodline was dark, and repelled by any elemental or healing magics.

Despite this downfall, you had a knack for raising the dead in particular. Curses, hexes, and dark magics came easy. You were so innately good at it. Sindel didn't want to loose someone with so much potential, so you became the Institution's pet project.

You were unenrolled in regular classes. Instead, you studied privately with professors. You learned forbidden magics, magics that only you had been able to harness completely without any drawbacks or side effects.

This was common knowledge for professors and students alike. Most avoided you, leading to eating alone for quite a few meals, but some resented you. It simply wasn't fair that you and only you were given the right to learn magic that had been forbidden for anyone else to learn.

One such person was Rain. Rain hated that fact and hated you for it. He would go out of his way to make problems for you. Trip you in the hallways, snicker at your fruitless attempts at elemental magic. Even some of the few plant matter components you needed to collect for a practical exam would come up dead and downed in the gardens. The two of you spent your academic days bickering, even into adulthood.

Even so, Rain wasn't particularly liked by other students in the institute either, due to his prowess with water magic and the jealousy of others. The two of you were both loners for similar reasons. He started to sit next to you during mealtimes to mess with you over petty things, but a few times turns into many. You two started to eat together almost always, go into the gardens together to pick spell components, you would even study together into the early hours of the morning, tired eyes flicking from page to page before simply giving in and falling asleep, then scaring the other awake and boast about it.

As you grew, the bickering remained, but the malice and hatred behind it did not. Sure, you may have been bickering whnever you spent time together, but surely a bit of fondness had formed between the two of you.

One day, you and Rain had a particularly rough fight. More so than usual. Wounding words were said, and Rain said something that struck you deep to your core.

You couldn't heal. You couldn't control water, or fire, or earth or nature. What kind of magic user were you when you couldn't even do the basics of magic as a whole? You were supposedly "powerful" but you hadn't even tried to explore the world of magic beyond your dark and shadowy bubble.

The words had hurt. And it was days before Rain would see you again. You spent your time tucked away in a secluded corner of the library, trying again and again to use these magics you had failed at as a child, and even now you were failing.

Then, you find something in the garden that breaks your heart. What you would do next would break it even more.

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It's late when Rain finds you, slumped over your desk in tears. He's taken aback. He came to see where you were when you didn't show up at dinner, curious as to where the Golden Child of the academy had gone during mealtime. He didn't expect to find you here like this. Your desk in the library is littered with papers. A single candle lights the area, and a small sparrow lays dead before you.

Rain opens his mouth to speak, but you sit up, wipe your eyes, and after a moment of silence, start to speak without ever looking up at him

"I killed it." The words come out as a whisper. Rain furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"What?" He moves to stand behind your chair. You still can't bear to look at him.

"I killed it." You say, louder this time.

"What do you mean?" He asks, voice low. It takes a moment before you find the strength to speak.

"I found it outside this morning. A cat had gotten it. I…I thought I could try to heal it." Your sentence is interrupted by a sharp sob. "But I couldn't."

" I did everything by the book. Focused my magic into my fingertips, pushed that magic into the sparrow- but I couldn't heal it. I drained it. I took it's life, Rain. " You gesture at the mess before you with a shaky fist.

"I can create potent mana potions. I can make curses that are so concrete and so indestructible even experienced high mages struggle to break them. Fuck! I could raise armies of the dead with a flick of my wrist if I wanted to! So… so why…" You trail off, swallowing thickly as you do your best to blink away the tears.

"I just don't understand. I don’t…" There's a moment of silence, and you just can't seem to speak. It hurts. It hurts to think of how you failed the sparrow. You let out a another choked sob.

"... I can't believe I killed it…"

Rain is silent. If it was anyone else, anyone else, he would be scoffing. But you're just so… broken. Broken over this little bird that you couldn't save. All he can feel is pity. All his life, he has strived for more. More magic. More skills. More power. He has done all he can to learn the most powerful dark magics that the academy knows of… and here you are, blood surging with those very same potent and powerful magics that everyone else has been banned from learning. And you are broken over one of the most simple spells to learn. He had mastered this simple magic before he had even been accepted into the institute.

Part of him is prideful. The other part is ashamed.

He reaches over you to pick up the sparrow. You look at him with tired, swollen eyes.

"You don't want to resurrect it?" He asks. You shake your head. Rain holds out his other hand to you. And you take it.

He doesn't tell you where you are going, but you follow him anyway, too tired to interject. He leads you into the garden, stops among the plants frequently harvested for casting, and kneels. He digs a small hole, and buries the sparrow. You feel numb as you watch him.

He stands by your side again.

"Everything has a place in this world." He says. "Earth, Water. Light. Life. Death.The same goes for magic. " With a surge of his own magic, the ground becomes wet, and then sprouts begin to grow.

"Death magic and magics as such may be taboo to most, but it has a place. Just as water does." He moves to face you now. You keep your eyes on the grave of the sparrow.

"Just because the magic that runs in your veins doesn't give life, or heal those in need, does not make it any less useful. It does not make it any less powerful. Despite your faults-" You roll your eyes at him. He's relieved a little to see a ghost of a smile on your face. "- You are... still a worthy rival to me."

"You know, even when you're being nice, It feels like you're secretly being mean." You huff a laugh. He smirks.

"Who said I was being nice?" You scoff at him, and before you know it, you're hugging him. You weren't sure why, you did it on impulse, without even thinking. Even so, you don't let go. Rain is taken aback, holding his arms out without knowing what to do.

After a moment, he relaxes, and his arms gently hold you back. Rain's face was flushed. For someone so smart, you had to be an idiot to hug someone who barely tolerated you. You sigh into the hug, burying your face in his chest.

"Thank you, Rain." You mumble. Rain feels his heart do something strange as you do. The sight of you holding onto him so snugly, like you trusted him, makes him feel weird. He ignores it. He has the sudden impulse to lean down and press a kiss to your temple, and then the train of thought derails into the temptation to lean back, take your face in his arms, and kiss you silly.

What an idiotic thing to do, he thinks. Why would he ever think such a thing?

These thoughts aside, when you lean back, wipe your swollen eyes, and complain about missing dinner, he can't help but follow you back into the institute like a lost puppy.

[0rchidm4ntis]

veil scene 14 redraw but make it izuleo

[blurd-blue]

Sth Headcanon that's been eating at my brain:

Deaf/Hearing-impaired, Miles "Tails" Prower.

My friend mentioned in passing how being around Sonic for years and likely being more than too close to his fair amount of sonic booms, Tails' Eardrums should be in shambles.

It's been a month since he said that and I can't stop thinking about it. It makes so much sense to me and now I wanna put it in all my stories.

[winterspiderpurrs]

Prompt:

Years after Afghanistan, Tony finally gets the call. He was flying from California to New York. They finally found a match for a heart transplant.

It was a successful surgery.

A year later, as part of a PR campaign about signing up to be an organ donor. Pepper arranged for the family of whose was related to the donor of Tony's heart to meet. Maybe had Friday recording, and if it was acceptable, they could review the video to use clips if it all went well before maybe arranging a commercial.

I imagine a scene of:

May Parker coming in, teary, saying how this was so important to them. How this was meant to be that his heart belonged to the best person. Explained how it was a shooting at a local Bodega.

Tony was nervous but gracious, but then mentioned he thought he was meeting two ppl today. Then May goes on

" Oh yes, he is just so nervous. He is a big fan. They both were you see. Which is why... that THE Tony Stark... Ironman got the heart? It's a big moment."

The door opens, and a person walks through. Tony stands to greet them. And they just stare at each other for a long moment.

" Do the words 'I'm with you til the last beat ' have any significant meaning to you, Mr. Stark?"

Tony is startled. " How do you know those words?"

Tony is sure his words were never leaked to the press ever.

" Because my nephew had those words on his chest. And now you have his heart and... it just makes all the more sense."

Panic. Disbelieve. And heart break.

The sad SoulMate AU that nobody asked for.

[warpedpuppeteer]

A Buddie Fic

Traces of your love under my skin

Buck has a habit of doodling on Eddie's skin whenever the mood strikes. Eddie doesn't mind and lets his boyfriend do whatever he wants. However, he passes the mirror one day and notices something that has him off-kilter with all sorts of feelings.

Or

Eddie gets a tattoo and surprises Buck with it.

Mature (not explicitly written but sexual acts are mentioned throughout the fic) | 2,191 words

> Tattoos, established relationship, horny but in love

He didn't really have much to do without Buck or Christopher at home so he loads up the laundry and goes to take a much needed shower. It's only when he passes his dresser to get a towel that he notices all of Buck's artwork on him. He takes note of each of them proudly and fondly. There's ‘brave’ scrawled over his heart, a bouquet of daisies on his biceps, an amazing rendition of a pond with a school of fish, lily pads and singing frogs. He grabs his phone and takes a photo of it to show everyone later. The word ‘sexy’ is written 3 times on his hip in large letters, stark in ink against the bruise Buck's hand had left when he had held him down a while ago. What catches his eye though is the four letter word written on his thigh. He inhales sharply and traces it with his fingers. There's a feeling fluttering in his chest, strange and curious.

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