#first class headcanons

[strayheartless]

out of the first class trio who is the most sensitive one

Well dear anon I think the answer to this is probably all of them.

Genesis: Gen is extremely sensitive and emotional insomuch as he is sensitive to rejection and easily triggered by feelings of inadequacy. I think Gen probably gets triggered emotionally by quite a lot. Anytime his intellect or physical ability is called into question Genesis immediately takes a defensive position.

This mostly comes from being such an emotionally disregulated child. His parents were only ever interested in what Genesis could provide for them in terms of his inventions (which I believe there probably more than just the Apple juice, it’s just that, that is what he’s most famous for.) they didn’t really have time for his outburst and I think that even if Genesis’s Nanny’s were precious too him he still craved his mother and fathers attention.

As an adult he has lost interest in trying to get them to pay attention to him as a person, but his sensitivity to being ignored or rejected rears it’s ugly head in a reminder that he will always be that lonely little boy, who talked too much yet still couldn’t get his mama to look at him.

Angeal: I think Angeal used to be quite a sensitive kiddie. He was certainly the most likely to cry over kittens and movies. The difference is, Angeal was taught how to regulate his emotions. The times when Angeal found himself overwhelmed I believe his father would talk him through it. Angeals father is too big of a crux in Angeals story for me to believe he wasn’t an emotionally open man. I think Angeal learned a lot about being emotionally open and empathetic from his father.

The trouble comes, however, when his father dies. I think Angeal relied a lot on his father to coach him through his more disregulated moments. I think none of the firsts actually have a natural ability to regulate themselves because of the mako and Angeal relied upon his father to be his regulation.

Angeal knows it’s okay to cry, he knows fondness is an okay emotion; that love is what drives us. But his fathers death makes Angeal close off to what he’s been taught because it hurts. In the end Angeals sensitivity and emotional intelligence is what kills him.

He feels too much. Too much honour, too much guilt, too much anger and sorrow.

Sephiroth: arguably Sephiroth is the MOST sensitive of the three. You don’t burn down an entire village and commit mass genocide after finding out you’ve been lied too your entire life because your not emotional. Sephiroth has always been sensitive, he just has a screwy way of showing it.

He’s closed of and snappish. He locks himself away and stops eating. He shuts down. Refuses to verbally respond. Sephiroth emotional is the worst version of himself. And -like Genesis- it’s absolutely his parents fault. Hojo is a bastard of the highest order. In fact bastard isn’t a strong enough word but I don’t wish to be shadow banned. The man abused Sephiroth his entire life, he tortured him into subservience and the people Seph learned how to emote from are not exactly masters in their field.

We know something’s about to go down with Glen. Genesis seems to think hitting people with fire spells is an acceptable way to show affection and Angeals so busy obsessing over honour he confuses friendship with command. Sephiroth has zero healthy remodels for this kind of thing.

The man has abandonment issues, he’s isolated and afraid. Sephiroth is absolutely emotionally unstable and I’d argue he has always been so. I believe it is Shirley Jackson who said “no living organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.” And when your reality is like Sephiroth’s it’s a wonder you haven’t gone mad sooner.

Sorry if this is a little heavy! If you want to ask more or you feel like I haven’t given you the answer you hoped let me know and I’ll try my best!❤️❤️

[velvet4510]

Headcanon that - largely due to the circumstances in which they first met - sometimes out loud, but mostly in his head, Erik refers to/thinks of Charles as “my angel” or “mein engel.”

[darylsfavoritegirl]

imagining a fem!reader who had met Erik at some point of her life, maybe during the holocoust and she was someone that scientists experiemented on, she was one of shaw's pupils. though most experiements failed, leaving herself damaged than ever on top of being looked down on as a "malfunction"

after the world war II, your path crossed with Erik and from that on your paths kept crossing with one another.

him leaving for the united states was you didn't know, you weren't informed. he didn't see you fit to let you know.

but somehow charles had pegged you for someone who was a mutant. you asked yourself if it could be.

your relationship would start off quickly. there wouldn't be any "what are we?"s or "are we dating?"s. you just happened to find yourself straddled on his laps, his eyes roaming and savoring every inch of you.

that was his thing: worshipping your body. you could never get the words out of his mouth but his eyes would take care of that.

you'd find yourself on his lap quite frequently. it was the early days of division x, while everybody was still figuring things out, everyone was still distressed.

you knew the moments his mind calmed was when he played chess and when he'd have you sit on his lap, on his bed on late nights.

you'd play with his hair with your fingertips, trace his face. his eyes would be locked on your face, being at awe. you could feel his tenses loosing up during these times, his jaw becoming more and more slacked, his eyes becoming more and more droppy. his grip on your waist loosening and tighening now and then.

god did he love your waist. he was a bigger person than you, his hand was bigger than your waist. he loved to lift you up like a kid, he'd lift you up and sit you down on the countertop, he'd carry you to his bed.

whenever you'd be out with the others to have dinner, he'd make sure you were always besides him, his hand resting on your hips the entire night. his fixed gazes to the staff in division x were spine-chilling. yet that didn't take away them shamelessly flirting with you.

a part of you knew the reason why he got this intimate with you was because you were a part of his life before all this. a casuality, something that comes normal and natural to him.

your immune system was the worst. after being experiemented on for years for no good, your body had given up to make you feel better, even the faintest. he could never bring himself to talk about it directly, you couldn't blame him, he had wounds that were yet to heal but he'd make sure to make you feel good about yourself by saying vague things, reading what could be considered "inspirational" quotes from his favorite books to convey a message to you in an undertone.

[littlesunshine1223]

Wolverine NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

- he loves to cuddle you and praise you after the both of you are cleaned up and to top things off you get to lay on his chest

B = Body Part (his favorite part of you)

- picking a part is a struggle for him but he loves your chest and hips the most due to the fact he loves grabbing your hips and burying his face in your chest as he covers you in hickeys and bites

C = Cum (anything to do with it)

- he loves to cum inside you especially when he’s feral and in his more primal state of mind, mostly because the thought of potentially getting you pregnant makes him hard all over again and most of the time it leads to a couple more rounds

D = Dominance (how dominant is he in bed)

- he doms 98% of the time and the only time he subs is if he’s exhausted or really needy and can’t think at all

E = Experience (does he know what he’s doing)

- he’s been around for over 200 years, safe to say he’s experienced

F = Favorite Position (self-explanatory)

- he loves putting you in the mating press or missionary more than anything

G = Goofy (is he serious or laid back during sex)

- he takes making love seriously but afterwards during aftercare he might call you little nicknames and tease you a bit

H = Hair Pulling (can you pull his hair)

- he loves hair pulling, he doesn’t care if you’re pulling his hair or he’s pulling yours but when he’s feral and really worked up when you pull his hair then it’s safe to say you’re not walking for at least a week

I = Intimacy (how romantic is he during sex)

- he loves to swoon you and butter you up before the two of you have sex

J = Jealously (does he get jealous easily)

- he’s not too jealous he’s just really protective over the ones he loves especially his mate

K = Kinks (one or more of his kinks)

- he’s into 90% of the kinks and it would take forever to type all of them down, just know he’d never do anything gross or would harm you in anyway

L = Location (his favorite places to have sex)

- he loves doing it in the bedroom and shower

M = Motivation (what turns him on the most and gets him going)

- you just being around him and taking care of him gets him harder than ever but if you really want to make him feral all you have to do is wear a shirt of his without anything underneath it besides your panties

N = NO (something he will never do)

- he will never hurt you or do anything gross to you while he’s making love to you

O = Oral (does he prefer giving or receiving)

- he loves both, he can’t choose between stuffing his face between your thighs while using his tongue to make you moan and scream for him or his hand tangling in your hair as you practically make out with the massive size between his legs

P = Pace (is he rough or more gentle with you)

- he’s rough whenever he’s in a primal mindset but if he’s in a rut like state then he switches between paces

Q = Quickie (his thoughts on quickies)

- he’ll do then but he still prefers to take his time with you and properly stuff you

R = Risk (is he willing to risk someone catching the two of you during the moment)

- usually with his grunts, your cries of pleasure, and the sound of skin on skin people usually put the pieces together and don’t interrupt

S = Secret (a secret fantasy of his)

- he had this thought while he was in his rut and could never shake it from his mind, it was him completely feral and balls deep inside you but what mainly sent him over the edge was the slight bulge in your stomach from how deep he was and the fact you were praising him with your hand in his hair, petting him as he rocked his hips

T = Top, Switch, or Bottom (self-explanatory)

- he prefers to be on top of you in full control just to soothe some of the primal urges inside him a little bit

U = Umm…Idk what to put here (random headcanons)

- one time he was holding the headboard when he came and his claws went straight through the wood into the wall behind it

V = Volume (how loud is he during the moment)

- he mainly lets out groans, pants, and grunting noises but if he’s really worked up it’s easier to get him to moan

W = Wildcard (another random headcanon)

- he will bite you before he cums, it’s like a mating thing for him and he’ll make sure you’ll smell like him whenever he knows you’re gonna be around other people

X = X-Ray (what’s he’s packing in his pants)

- he’s PACKING both size wise and girth wise, it’s a surprise it fits in his pants especially when he’s got a thick ass to fit in the same pants

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive)

- his more primal side keeps telling him to bend you over the nearest surface and make sure you’re good and knocked up even if you can’t get pregnant

Z = ZZZ (how fast does he fall asleep after)

- he refuses to fall asleep before you no matter what, once you’re completely asleep and he knows you’re safe then he’ll let himself sleep

[carpenterscupid]

farmers daughter!reader x lumberjack!logan

tw: smut, angst, mdni, sexualising, fingering, nwsf

word count: 2k

Logan has always watched you from afar. How you helped your dad around his farm, your short skirts riding up as you picked up the hay, and how your boobs bounced as you jumped up to pat the horse. Your father hired Logan to chop down various trees at your property, but man, he could not help but get distracted as you would come up to all the lumberjacks and feed them the homemade lunch you created.

“Hey boys!” Logan watched as you ran up to them in your tight denim shorts and thin, frilly red and white plaid crop top, the hot summer sun gleaming off your skin. You were much younger than any of the men working, but boy, did you know how to tease them. Some men snickered as you began to pass out sandwiches, but Logan could not help but admire the way your arms had small sweat beads rolling off them.

As you made your way over to Logan, you let a smirk creep up your face. You would never admit it, but the way Logan’s untamed hair danced in the wind and his perfect mouth blew the smoke of his cigar made your knees weak. You assumed the man did not even know who you were, but something about him made the knot in your stomach tighten. “Thanks, sugar,” he drawled out as you passed him a sandwich. Logan noticed as the blush crept up the apples of your already rosy cheeks. He knew how to rile you up in the most subtle ways.

“No problem, Logan.” The built man looks down as you brush your hand along his abs that were hidden beneath his stretched-out wife beater, your hand falling on his gold-plated western-style belt buckle before you quickly remove it. You look back up into his eyes before walking away with the sway of your hips captivating not only Logan but all the men.

Later in the evening, after work, all the men had decided to have a couple of drinks. Logan joined them, despite not being that close to any. He always loved to have a drink or two. The men made their way to the most popular bar in town, the Canadian Lakes bar. As they stepped into the bar that had some old country music playing and red lights setting the mood, Logan’s eyes immediately fell on you. Sitting there with a couple of girls in your most slutty denim micro skirt, lacy white top, cowboy boots, a messy ponytail and a great big golden belt buckle. You had some sugary cherry drink in your hand that made Logan chuckle lightly as the drink would not do anything to him, but it sure as hell has got you tipsy, all bubbly and laughing along with your friends.

Logan could not help but feel his dick twitch in his denim pants as he watched you eat the candy cherry that was on the side of your drink. You were all messy and carefree as you did, so your friends enjoyed the sight as you licked the rim of the cherry, pretending to be all sexy about it.

“Hey mate, are you coming to sit down?” One lumberjack asked, observing as Logan’s eyes deeply penetrated your soul. Logan shook his head, waved his hand at the guy’s face, and stormed over to you. You looked up at him, eyes widening, slightly embarrassed as you stuffed the cherry into your mouth, trying to act casual.

“Hey, princess.” Logan began, sitting down a couple of seats away from you. Both of your friends turned to you, confused, as you tried to swallow the cherry in your mouth. You smiled at him in the most innocent, awkward way as you tried to make contact with him, your face flushing like a tomato as you did so.

“Logan.” you looked geeky at him, casting a smile and trying not to bang your head on the table for how stupid you were acting. Your friends could not help but snicker, grabbing another drink from the bar.

“Aren’t you a little too young to be here, doll?” Logan questioned, playfully making your brow furrow as you looked at him, shaking your head. “I don’t think your daddy would be too happy if he saw his perfect girl all tipsy and dressed like that.” Logan looked you up and down, suddenly making you self-aware, but not in a bad way.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Logan,” you snarl at him, leaning closer to the man, his breath hitching, and you can feel it on your skin, the heat rising within you. Logan let out a light husky chuckle, nodding his head slowly at your response. He couldn’t help his lecherous gaze. His boyish tendencies and moments of self-indulgence are unsurprising to the addict himself. He wanted to see you on your knees and no, not doing any chores around the farm — wet mouth and cross necklace glistening as you look up to the only lord you should know and worship. Him.

“I didn’t tell you to do anything dollface.” Logan’s hands shot up in defence before they made their way to your face, tucking a strand behind your ear. You scoff at his words. However, you cannot help but lean closer to his touch.

“You did!” Logan laughs at how childish you were acting, trying to prove your point, but he needed more from you right now and he was on the verge of not being able to control it. The man had completely blurred out anything around him, your girlfriends who were now too drunk, his coworkers who were all too busy singing along to whatever song that was playing on the speaker did not even notice that you were so intimate.

“You wanna bet on that, baby?” Logan’s voice was low, so only you could hear. You did not move, keeping your gaze on him, his hand reaching into his pocket to put some cash to pay for both of your drinks. You slowly get up from the bar stool and Logan can once again take in your pretty figure. “God damn,” he murmurs out as he rubs his face, taken aback by you.

With a smile, you say, “Logan, you’re making it obvious.” You too walk out of the bar, his hand on an ass as he passes the other boys who only just notice the man leaving, cheering as he does so with his grip on you. In the brisk summer night air, both of you exist. You grab Logan’s arm and pull it around you. “Where did you park?” you question, looking at all the cars, then back up at him, his face smouldering as his hazel eyes stare back into yours.

“Baby, we’re gonna have to take my motorbike.” He humours out, which earns a confused look from you. Truthfully, you’ve never been on a motorbike before, but god riding one sounds sexy. You nodded as he led you to his motorbike. It was big, and he helped you get on before putting on his helmet that he never wore on your head. You look up at him goatishly before the man starts the bike.

You tightly wrap your arms around his storm waist as he speeds into the night, but you can’t help but feel needy as he rides along. You slowly begin to rock your clit back and forth on the seat, attempting to create friction. Logan can feel you from the front of the motorcycle. The rocking makes it hard to focus on the road. The man quickly pulled over a small street that wasn’t even illuminated by any light. “Baby, what’s up?” He asked as he came to a halt, drawing you back to reality.

“I-I just really need you, Logan.” you took off the helmet and looked up at him, “I need you..now.” you felt embarrassed but Logan nodded slowly before hopping off the bike and pushing you forward. You lay back on the motorbike as Logan sat down watching you.

“Wanna be my good little girl?” Logan growled into your ear.

“Yes,” you whined, desperate for more. “Fuck, yes.”

“Want me to fuck your tight little pussy, sugar? Are you just so needy for me? Always teasing me on the farm, you little slut?” At the sound of his words, all of yours simply escaped you and so you could only respond in a series of moans and whines. All sounds that brought Logan immense joy and arousal. “Yeah, thought so.”

His fingers smoothed over your panties, pressing over your slit, feeling the material get soaked through just that one simple touch. But it wasn’t enough. For either you or him. He kept toying with you for a few more minutes, never crossing the material barrier of your underwear, long strokes up and down, pushing in closer, almost as if nothing was there to separate you.

“Please, you cried out, ‘baby, please. I need-”

“What do you need, sweetheart? C’mon, use your words?”

“Need your fingers. Please.”

“Good girl,” he kissed your forehead, pulled the band of your underwear to make you whine so prettily as he loved, and brung the panties down your legs, his legs planted firmly on the ground to keep the motorbike steady.

Another filthy moan left you as his fingers slowly filled you up. The expletives rolled off your tongue in the rhythm of his thrusts. He kept a steady pace, and one that left you shaking against him. So much so that soon enough, he had to hold you by the arm, pinning you down even harder onto the motorbike. One leg propped up high for even easier access to his favourite part of you.

“Such a good slut, taking anything I give you anywhere.” His voice could practically get you over the edge alone, and he knew that well enough on his own, and so he kept talking. “Can’t wait to get my hard cock in you, Princess. Gonna fill you up so well. Fuck. Just you wait—”

“No, please,” you cried out.

“What’s that? The Farmer’s daughter can’t wait a few more minutes for her cock?” He kissed your neck so ferociously it was more like his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin, and the sensation left shivers down your whole body. He raised his mouth to speak directly into your ear.

“So fucking desperate. Wonder what your daddy would think about this. Just know you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” He punctuated the question with one final deep thrust of his large fingers. “You gonna cum?”

“Yes.” was all you managed to say. Then his lips clashed with yours in another of your sloppy kisses. Your hands found themselves in his hair and you already felt yourself falling into bliss, and that was all without even the feeling of his length finally pushing deep into you. If only you could scream the pleasure you felt. But Logan kept you shut, not wanting to alarm anyone around, so instead you dug your nails into his shoulder. That only got Logan more riled up as his thrust grew in pace. He hit all your right spots evenly, hard and deep. If he kept going like that, and you were sure he would, you didn’t know just how much longer you would last.

​​”Fuck, I’m gonna-” your voice was breathy and out of focus, as all that was on your mind was him inside you.

“Yeah, c’mon, sweetheart, come for me. Come all over my cock.” He growled the words with the same intensity and desperation for release you felt. You let go instantly, sighing in relief as you saw stars. You pushed back on his motorbike, relaxing. “Good girl,” Logan sighs, planting a kiss on your forehead.

[heavenlytouches]

can you write a imagine about charles xavier? like, you and him are roomates on college and one day you just confess to each other? plsplsplsplsplsplsplspls

Hello dear and thank you so so much for a request! This idea is so so goodl :D. Also thank you for feeding my Charles Xavier/James McAvoy obsession xD Let’s goo :O El <3

Charles Xavier- mind games

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GN reader

<3 (SFW)

TW-none

YOUNG!Charles Xavier

studying calmly until Charles suggests a "mind-reading" game ;)

HUMAN!reader doesn't know Charles is a telepath

Charles Xavier

The rain drizzled gently against the window, a soothing rhythm that filled the dimly lit room with a calming energy. The soft sounds of droplets racing down the glass played a subtle background melody to your weary thoughts.

The common room of your college dorm was strewn with textbooks, notebooks, and an assortment of empty coffee mugs that had once proudly proclaimed the need for caffeine during late-night study sessions.

Across the cluttered table, the ever-charismatic Charles Xavier was hunched over a thick volume of psychology, his brow furrowed in concentration. He looked beautiful as ever- his silky dark hair slightly damp from walking in the rain and his blue eyes alight with intelligence.

Charles was brilliant, charming, and effortlessly flirtatious; the perfect concoction of qualities that made it impossible for you to see him as just a friend. In a way, he knew it too, though neither of you spoke about the unspoken tension lingering between you.

As you flipped through the relevant chapters of your own textbook, you stole a glance at him—it seemed like a perfect time to study, yet the heavy clouds outside made everything feel a little too gloomy. You sighed, breaking the silence. You could somehow feel him in your head.

“I can’t focus like this, Charles. It’s too dreary.”

Charles looked up, his expression shifting from studious to mischievous.

“Oh, come on! That just means there are more interesting things we could be doing.”

You rolled your eyes, ready for him to suggest another one of his ridiculous distractions, but you had to admit that part of you was curious.

“And what do you have in mind?”

He leaned back, an easy grin spreading across his face. His ocean-like eyes gleaming.

“How about a game of mind reading?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. Charles was looking at you with amusement.

“That sounds like a terrible idea. You’d just end up winning—again.”

“Exactly."

He said, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

“And it’ll give me a chance to demonstrate my exceptional telepathic abilities.”

“Telepathic abilities?”

You raised an eyebrow. He was always saying he's all that and a bag of chips, You adored that but sometimes, he could go overboard with making up stories.

“Are you trying to impress me?”

“Maybe a little.”

He replied, leaning closer. The space between the two of you seemed to shrink as his tone softened, and your breath caught in your throat.

You turned your gaze back to your books, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. His teasing flirtations made it difficult to maintain your composure, especially when you secretly harbored feelings for him that were only getting harder to hide.

“Alright, I’m game. Show me what you got!”

You relented, trying to keep your tone light, but the fluttering in your stomach said otherwise.

Charles’s face lit up with a playful glint as he shifted closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

“Okay, here’s how it works: I’ll guess what you’re thinking, and if I’m right, you have to concede that I’m the ultimate mind reader."

You rolled your eyes, thinking he's just messing with you. He caught your gaze and placed a finger to your lips, shushing you and adding, so self assured:

"But if I’m wrong, I’ll do your next homework assignment.”

You chuckled, pleased with the stakes.

“Fine! But don’t cry when you can’t read my mind.”

He faltered for a second, presenting a faux-stern expression.

“You underestimate my skills. Ready?”

You were deep in your thoughts, something he will never guess. You remember watching a movie with him. You made a fool of yourself, snorting like an idiot. You're sure he doesn't remember that moment. You had your joker.

As he sat cross-legged on the floor, you watched him watch you, his gaze steady as if he were truly delving into your thoughts. He leaned on one hand, his slender fingers against his temple. You felt a strange thrill rush through you, as if you were participating in something much more profound. A moment passed, then he grinned.

“You’re thinking about the last time we watched a movie together and how I made you laugh so hard you snorted.”

You blinked, wondering briefly how he could’ve gotten that right—not that you’d ever verbally confessed. With shock, you replied:

“Okay, yes! But that’s just—”

He cut you off, waving his hand dismissively.

“Next round! This time, I’ll go deeper.”

You didn’t realize what he meant until the atmosphere shifted around you, a tangible tension wrapping tightly at the back of your mind. Suddenly, his smile faded, replaced by an intense look of focus.

You looked at Charles, his hair dry now collecing in small locks around his face, his blue eyes gazing at you. He was perfect. His freckles were gently glowing, dimmed light casting a warm shadow on his face.

His gaze held yours, something unspoken passing between you. After a moment, the corner of his mouth tugged upwards again.

“It's me huh? You like me. Like, really like me.”

Your heart raced, pounding like the rain outside, as embarrassment washed over you in crimson waves. You snapped out of your imagination, staring at him.

“No, I don’t—”

“Come on.”

He teased, his voice smooth as silk.

“I can practically feel your thoughts. I can navigate this storm of feelings you’ve got for me.”

You swallowed, trying to muster some semblance of dignity.

“That’s not fair! You’re a telepath!”

“True..”

He said, his gaze softening, genuine warmth radiating from him.

“But I’d like to think—given the circumstances—you’d have just as much courage if you knew.”

“Are you… are you sure?”

You murmured, vulnerability flickering through you.

His grin turned sincere then, a vulnerable glimmer in his eyes.

“I felt the same way, believe me. I just kept hoping you’d figure it out."

He smiled softly, moving closer to you, his fingers still pressed on his temple.

"I'm sure can share our feelings without mind games.”

You nodded, heart racing as a wave of relief washed over you. The air around you buzzed with a new electricity, and for a moment, everything felt right.

“So, will you let me guess what you’re thinking now?”

Charles asked, a smirk returning to his lips, his characteristic cheekiness resurfacing.

“No!”

You exclaimed, unable to contain your laughter.

“Though I think I have some mind games of my own that I could play.”

His laughter echoed through the room, merging with the sound of rain, filling the space with warmth and possibility. You knew this was just the beginning of something exciting and terrifying, and you couldn’t wait to unravel it further together.

“You’re on, mysterious one.”

He said, leaning back in expectation, as you both settled back, laughter spilling out like an open window to every secret and every future dream waiting to be shared.

I hope y'all liked this one :D. Wow two James McAvoy connected posts in a row TwT (guess my fav actor).

Don’t forget, requests are always open and I can write for any character you’d like!

I love you guys so much <33

(@iseveryoneherederanged another one babes ^^)

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[vxmpfreak]

Hank McCoy (Beast) x reader SMUT

Hank is in his Beast form in this one :3

warnings: 18+ mdni, dirty talk, no plot, knotting, size difference, unprotected sex (p in v) ( I think that’s it :3)

You and Hank have been dating for a good four months now, considering the fact that he doesn’t get romantically involved with anyone as much just to keep his focus on teaching and his science.

“I think..I’m ready.” Beast said as he came into your room without knocking, sitting down on the bed next to you, making it creak under his weight.

“Ready for what?” You asked, placing a cute blue hair bow in your high ponytail, dropping your hands in your lap afterwards to pay full attention to him.

“I’m ready to have sex with you.” Beast got straight to the point, taking a deep breath in as he was getting nervous, his blue fuzzy hands were becoming clammier by the second. You softly nodded as you turned your body to fully face him.

“Okay, but just to let you know, I’m a pillow princess.” You said as you giggled, getting up and laying down comfortably in the bed, beckoning him over with your finger.

You let out a happy squeal as he crawls on top of you and connects his mouth with yours, starting the kiss off slowly and soon deepening it. You and Beast were now at the point where you two were feeling each other up, grabbing at what you could. Beast growled lowly as he grabbed a handful of your ass, kneading and spanking it as his mouth never left yours.

You looked up at Beast with eyes full of lust as he slowly took off your clothing, kissing any and all skin that was in sight. Now that you were both naked, he made sure to kiss and licked every spot of your body. From top to bottom. His lips leaving hot, needy kisses in the right places.

“Are..you going to use a condom?” You spoke up softly, worried for the outcome of all this. You were on birth control either way but you just wanted to be in the safe side.

“I wasn’t planning on it, but do you have one?” Beast asked as his blue lips lingered on the soft spot of your neck, you softly shook your head. You never had condoms on you, you figured you might as well start leaving some around after this.

“Raw it is then.” Beast licked his lips as he ran his tip over your clit, making you bite your lip and let out soft moans, your hips grinding at the yearn for more relief.

Beast let out a low groan as he positioned his cock to run between your folds, teasing you by the second as you let more noises slip form your mouth.

“Beast..please..” You pleaded as you looked up at him, now trapped as he had one arm supporting him on the bed and the other guiding his dick.

“Please what? Good girls use their words.” Beast said in a more husky tone, looking down at you with that big smirk in his face. You were already soaking wet during the make out session, it made it easier for him to be sliding up and down your folds.

“Oh..please just fuck me..please..” You can just feel how huge he was as he stayed buried in your folds, leaning back in a certain position to see you try to relief yourself on him. Beast let out a low sigh as he finally pushed himself into you, both of you moaning at the contact. He stretched you out so much, it felt bigger than any toy you ever used, and that says a lot.

“Shit..is that all of it?” You asked in a high pitched tone, already feeling so full. Beast chuckled as he leaned down to speak right by your ear.

“That’s just the tip sweetheart.”

You let out a groan. Not in frustration, but a groan of pleasure as he continued to sink himself deeper into your cunt, your slickness helping him slide in easier. You kept moving your hands as your bangs kept falling over your face, Beast grunted and pulled the bow off your hair, grabbing it one hand and grabbing your hair in the other, pinning the loose hair with the bow to keep it out the way.

Beast let out a low moan as his skin met yours, the warmness letting you know that he was now balls deep in your pussy. Beast bit into your shoulder as he let you adjust to him, kissing and licking your shoulder occasionally. You tapped his chest to give him the go.

Beast took a deep breath in as he pulled out to the tip and slammed himself back in, causing you to arch your back off the bed, moaning louder than before at the harsh thrust.

“Oh look at that beauty..I can see my print in your stomach..” Beast breathlessly said as he made you look down at the bulge that was in your stomach, moving with the movement of his hard thrusts.

“Oh Beast..oh fuck! It feels so good!” You moaned loudly as your grabbed the back of your knees and lifted them up to your head, your eyes rolling back at the deeper level of the new position, you felt so full, and it felt so good.

The slapping of skin against skin was loud, the sound mixed with pure moans of pleasure, grunts, gasps, and whines.

“So close Beast..I’m so close..” You moaned loudly, biting hard on your lower lip as you looked up at him. He smirked as he grabbed you and effortlessly flipped you over on your hands and knees in a doggy position. You instantly arch your back, your plump ass up high in the air as your breasts were smushed on the mattress. He plunged back into you, causing you to let out another loud moan. The bed was creaking at his point as the frame hit the wall, making a loud thudding sound.

If the neighbors had no clue what was going on before, they do now.

“Can you take my knot like a good girl? Hm?” Beast asked lowly as he nibbled on your earlobe, causing you to shiver and shake your head.

“It..it won’t fit..”

“I’ll make it fit.”

You were about to protest but you already felt a weird sensation as something kneaded into you, stretching you out even more if that was even possible. A loud moan was heard from you and Beast as he got his knot inside you.

Your cunt clenched around him as you finally cummed, your legs shaking as your back arched even more, throwing your head back as you let out the loudest moans known to earth. Beast let out a low hiss as he felt the clenching around his cock and his knot. He kneaded and kept his hands on your ass as he emptied his entire load into you, groaning as his knot kept him in place.

You both soon grounded yourselves after your highs, laughing softly as he was still knotted into you although he was admiring the view of some of his pearly white cum dripping out the tight space. After a good half hour, he was able to separate himself from you.

In an instant, your pussy was dripping purely of his cum, and he stood up as he was still letting out cum. This man had the biggest load you’ve ever taken. He was a little embarrassed about it but soon calmed down as he watched you plunge two fingers into your own cunt and swirl them around, collecting his cum and bringing it up to your mouth, tasting yourself and him combined.

Beast cleaned you and himself up, changing the sheets and inviting you into the bed for a good horror movie.

And in case you were wondering, no, you weren’t able to walk for a good three days.

[dykedvonte]

Honestly I see Jimmy's refusal to put Curly out of his misery less about his weird feelings of envy or his delusions but the fact Curly is all but stated to be a shield to Jimmy from his actions and people seeing the worst in him.

The only characters that Jimmy really interacts with one on one before the crash are Curly and Anya, two individuals he has wildly different relationships with. It's likely that Curly really did most of the talking between them as the pilots and the rest of the crew as staff. They didn't know of Jimmy's more reprehensible behaviors cause they never really had the chance to and Jimmy is subconsciously aware. If they had disliked him more than Anya would have told Swansea earlier or even Daisuke when things got really bad.

It's why he takes the immediate opportunity to blame Curly; He's the shield. He's saved Jimmy's ass more times than he can count and more times than Jimmy would ever admit. Even when he can't really do it anymore, he mentally shields himself from his own faults by putting Curly between them. Letting Curly die puts too much on him because he doesn't know how to function without a safety net.

In the end Curly only lives because Jimmy needs the idea that Curly will inevitably make things better to stay alive, meaning Curly has to live, no matter how much it pains him to do so.

[intuitive-revelations]

FLUXES [Celestis: Engineered Participants / Technologies] Example: "DOCTOR, The"

[Image description, courtesy of @quailfence: a series of pictures of text, alternated with screencaps and gifs from Doctor Who.

1: Text: Fluxes: [Celestis: Engineered Participants/Technology] Individuals transposed backwards in time but not too far in space, using a very high chaotic limiter setting and tied to their home period by a thread of biodata

2: The Eleventh Doctor stands in the future corpse of his TARDIS, looking and a pulsing stream of light that has replaced the console. He says, "That is the scar tissue of my journey through the universe. My path through time and space."

3: Text: He raised a finger. 'Look. There.

Now she could just make out the thread in the moonlight. It was just a faint reflection, maybe a foot or two long, about a metre off the ground. A taut strand of spiderweb hanging in the air, not attached to anything.

'What is it?' Fitz asked.

'It's only partially rotated into three dimensions,' he said. He pushed his finger right through the glimmering line, without affecting it. 'That's why it looks one- or two-dimensional. The rest is still perpendicular to what we can see - woven into higher space, or the time vortex…'

'Yes,' said Fitz, 'but what is it?' 'It's what your friend mistook for a ley line.' The Doctor was scuttling around the silver thread, peering at it from every angle, getting more and more agitated. 'It's part of the fabric of space-time itself. What DNA is to your genetic code, this stuff is to biodata. And it's all just exposed here now. Personality, history, memory, perception, all vulnerable…'

'I'm going to have to ask you again, aren't I?' said Fitz.

The Doctor said, 'It's me.'

4: The Fourteenth and Fifteenth doctors in the TARDIS. 14: "But you're fine?" 15: "I'm fine, because you fixed yourself. We're Time Lords, we're doing rehab out of order."

5: Text: The subject is turned loose in his or her own history, and the limiter setting allows tiny actions taken by the future version to have considerable effects on the past version. The biodata link then transfers these changes to the future version, which alters it, and thus alters the changes made to the past version. Therefore, the individual's history is kept constantly in flux.

6: The Fugitive Doctor says, "Let me take it from the top: Hello, I'm the Doctor."

7: Text: Let me finish. Think back to that time when you went to see your previous selves.

8: Ten, Eleven, and War talk to each other. Ten: "You're not actually suggesting that we change our own personal history?" Eleven: "We change history all the time. I'm suggesting far worse."

9: Text: 'Maybe there's no one home on Gallifrey,' said the boy softly. There was just the one of him.

The Doctor looked at him, cupping the small white cube in his hands. The boy said, Maybe they all left. Or maybe the whole planet's being destroyed, and undestroyed, and destroyed, and you just caught them at the wrong moment.

10: The TARDIS by the ruins of Gallifrey

11: Text: 'It's impossible,' said the Doctor. 'It's impossible for my people. Our past is unreachable. What's written can't be unwritten.'

'Who said your history can't change?'

Another boy answered, 'Someone from his history.'

And another: 'Maybe it's the second-biggest lie in Time Lord history.'

12: Dhawan!Master tells Thirteen, "You are the Timeless Child."

13: Thitreen stares at a ruined house. Swarm whispers in her ear and tells her, "All the memories you've lost, all the people you've been. It's all in there, contained within that house."

14: Text: And it was like the Doctor's home. As if his ship understood the loss of the House and had compensated to fill the emptiness. Shadowy corridors, alcoves and stairways, a secret at every turn. Like being in the Doctor's head. Like his life, for that matter, the details of which were strewn like flotsam across the floor.

15: Text: 'Sweet,' said the little boy. 'That's my favourite of your origin stories, too.'

The Doctor opened his eyes. He had been laughing, he realised, he felt that lightness in himself. The boys had all moved away, behind him, leaving him facing the empty dark of the warehouse.

'What do you mean?' he asked. His voice sounded very small.

'Is this the version where they banned all mention of his name, and yours, for consorting with aliens? Or the one where he got every record of himself deleted from the files?'

'Feel free to believe either of them,' snapped the Doctor, 'or both of them, or neither of them. If you're curious about my past, I want there to be as many wrong answers as possible.'

16: The Eighth Doctor tells someone, "I'm half human. On my mother's side."

17: Text: 'Well he's a hybrid, you know that. A Gallifreyan not born of Gallifreyan, the one who unites the two races and brings good old human niceness into their alien society. Aliens need that, y'know.'

'A human hybrid? She saw the contempt in his curling lip. 'Pseudoscientific nonsense. There's no evidence,' he repeated.

'He's allowed to be different. He's got a prophecy and everything.'

18: Lady Me says, "By your own reasoning, why couldn't the Hybrid be half Time Lord, half human?"

19: Text: Someone giggled. 'Let's play pin the tale on the donkey.'

'Maybe you didn't use to have a father.'

'Maybe you're living in the middle of a time war. Maybe there's an Enemy out there -'

The Doctor shouted, 'I'm not listening!'

'- who's rewriting you when you're not looking!'

'Maybe you weren't always half human.'

'But now you've become always half human.' 'Maybe you weren't always a Time Lord.'

But now you've always been a Time Lord.'

'Maybe you originally came from some planet in the forty-ninth century. Fleeing from the Enemy who'd overrun your home -'

'I said I'm not listening! Laa laa laa laa laa -'

'- and you've just been written and rewritten and overwritten, ever since.'

'Pin the tale!'

'How d'you know it's not true?'

'How could you know it's not true?'

The voices crowded in. 'How would you know, huh?'

'How would you know?'

'How would 'How would you 'How 'How would you know? you know? you know? know?'

'Why would I care?' shouted the Doctor.

The boy fell silent.

20: Lady Me asks, "Am I right? Is it true?" Twelve replies, "Does it matter?"

21: Text: However, the one group from the Homeworld which has excelled at flux-engineering is the Celestis.

22: Two asks the Time Lords, "Now then… what about me?"

23: Tecteun tells Thirteen, "Which is ehy we engineered the Fluyx: Shut the universe down and you within it."

24: Text: Even Mictlan itself can be considered a kind of enormous flux, an endlessly-shifting realm so cortosive to the rest of history that its heartland has to be kept on the outer skin of the universe

24: The Fourteenth Doctor tells Donna, "I invoked a supersition, at the edge of the universe, where the walls are thin and everything is possible."

25: The space station from Wild Blue Yonder

26: Text: There are suggestions of a stable middle-ground between the two fates, in which the physical matter of the flux is lost but the meaning of the subject/ victim is retained, a series of memetic connections with no flesh to support it. Yet this entity exists only on a purely theoretical level, relying on the perceptions of others to survive at all.

27: The Twelfth Doctor walks up to the TARDIS console. He says, "Can't wait to hear what I say." Glancing at the viewer, he adds, "I'm noting without an audience."

28: Text: You know what Sam represents. If a tree falls in a forest and no one's there to hear it, does it make a sound? Stop me if I'm getting too abstract here, but if a Time Lord saves the world and nobody witnesses him doing it, does history care? She's your witness. The thing you need to make you whole.

29: The First Doctor looks at the viewer and says, "Incidentally, a Happy Christmas to all of you at home!" End description.]

[Plain text: Fluxes [Celestis: Engineered Participants / Technologies] Example: "Doctor, The". End plain text.]

@dw-described

[beforetimes]

my thoughts on the trans charles headcanon!

let me just start off by saying i love it. just to make that 100% clear at the beginning of this.

ok i think that charles being a trans man would change his relationship with the characters in the movies + his relationship with his mutation in the films as well. for one, i think that his first encounter with raven would hold more weight. because raven would be his first look at someone like him—a mutant—but also his first look at someone who was able to defy gender norms in a way he was unfamiliar with. i'd imagine that as a child he would be so isolated that he would assume his feelings in wanting to be anyone but himself [pre-transition] were inherent to everyone. and encountering raven changed that perspective but also drove home the fact that his expression of himself didn't change who he innately was. as raven changes how she looks frequently but at the end of the day, is still raven. i feel he would get his first realization that, ah, just because i look like a girl doesn't mean that i am one.

(i also like to imagine that his telepathy would be a tool for him to use before he's given access to the resources he needs to medically transition. it would work as a way to help along his social transition, maybe by subtly changing people's surface level perception of him if they were interacting in his youth. when he grows older and he does have the ability to medically transition, he would stop purposely affecting people's perception of him but that habit would be so engrained that it would subtly colour his interactions with the general public unconciously.)

anyway, i think the way this plays into his relationship with his sexuality would be fun, too! the flings he's implied to have in first class are obviously just superficial (as he repeats the same routine to pick up girls multiple times). we could argue is his version of comphet, if we're assuming he's gay, but the way he was raised makes him want to strive to be the person his parents wanted him to be. or the relationship of his sexuality with his gender identity and how he feels slightly invalid in his dual identity as a gay and trans man, because, to him (with internalized queerphobia), he would assume he's just taking extra steps to come around to liking men as a cis women.

besides that i think his relationship with erik would also change. because, like, i like to work with the idea of erik being a bisexual man (as he does have a relationship with a woman a decade long in canon and i'm not opposed to it in the context of the story) but him still interacting with charles as a man would still be pretty validating to charles. because, i imagine in first class, charles would still be welcome to float around the periphery of erik's thoughts (as erik wasn't opposed to charles' mutation as most people try to say he is—as far as i remember, erik lets charles into his head during first class multiple times without becoming angry!) and charles would see (at least on the surface level) that erik's attraction to him isn't because he sees him as a woman but moreso that despite being attracted to both men and women he still respects charles' identity as a man and builds a relationship in that context.

i have more thoughts about this that i'll probably add to later but this is just a summary of a conversation i had with someone in my discord server that i thought had enough substance to make into a proper post. thanks for reading!

[typing-catastrophe]

random X-Men headcanons

erik can cook very well

he learned it while travelling to other countries, using it as a sort of coping mechanism, to take his mind of off things for a short while

logan can't cook for shit. he couldn't make a decent meal if his life depended on it. man forgets to eat for days on end sometimes and is only reminded by someone else asking if he's hungry or when he ate last

charles will try to survive on coffee while staying up late (very late) while doing research or working on his thesis etc.

erik has to literally drag him away from his desk

peter once chugged a pot of coffee and immediately went to sleep for a whole day

erik had to patch himself up so many times that he can provide the best first aid you could get from a civilian/non-doctor or nurse

[tumblasha]

headcanon that hero schools and agencies are in charge of making hero merch. so there's some deku merch out there up until midoriya graduates. then there's merch of him again after eight years when he becomes a fighting pro-hero once more.

high school bakugou bought a plushie here and there while he was still in UA. but pro-hero dynamight?? #1 deku fan??? once he has to stop financially contributing to the mechasuit, he actually starts collecting every piece of his merch. his new collection's price doesn't even come close to deku's hero suit's monthly contributions. his collector fanboy nerd self is very pleased <3

[velvet4510]

Everybody wonders about the opening scene of X-Men: The Last Stand, because Charles’ lack of paralysis and Erik’s presence at his side when they recruit Jean make no sense when it comes to the timeline.

Well, I have a theory.

What if the scene as we see it isn’t what really happened, but rather a happy “what if”?

Charles remembered the day he first met Jean, and in doing so created a fantasy where it had happened the way he wished it had.

Rather than approaching Jean alone in his wheelchair like in real life, Charles imagined his ideal version of events. In it, the beach divorce never happened, Charles could still walk, Charles and Erik stayed together, Erik came around to Charles’ dream of a mutant school, and they recruited (essentially adopted) Jean together while maintaining their old-married-couple repartee.

The result? What we see at the beginning of the film.

Maybe Charles imagined this right after the apparent loss of Jean in X2.

Or - get this - maybe Charles and Erik both imagined it in a shared La La Land moment as the Sentinels cornered them in Days of Future Past…

Dang it, I just made myself cry.

[byfulcrums]

i love it when people make geto absolutely despise gojo the first time they meet. thats liike, canon for me

suguru's first impression of him was, "he looks like a dandelion." the second? "wow, this guy sucks." satoru just thought his bangs looked weird. he had fun making him angry, though --- unfortunately, suguru does like annoying him too, so most of their interactions ended up with them beating the shit out of each other

even as friends, they still fought and bickered all the goddamn time. everyone hates them

[chiefdirector]

Ghosts | Charles Xavier | X-Men

No.25: “why didn’t you save me?”

There was many things wrong with the scene in front of Charles but three stood out to him the most.

First being that he and Erik were in the same vicinity and were not actively trying to bring each other to ruin. It had been a long time since they had been together amicably, if the circumstance had been different, Charles may have even enjoyed this change in dynamic.

Second was that he could feel his legs. He could feel the ground under his feet and his hand brush his thigh. He could walk through the sandy beach away from Erik and towards the figure in the distance. He could stretch, and run, and be free from the confines of his wheelchair. This he did allow himself to enjoy. It had been so long since he had felt such freedom so he allowed himself the pleasure to walk towards the figure despite the fact that they faced away from him.

It was this figure that broke the illusion for him. In his mind he could justify him and Erik getting along, despite their history together, Charles could see a day in the very, very distant future that they would see eye to eye, at least on some matters, again. And the motion in his legs was explained by that experimental serum that Hank had been working on. The possibility of his legs being restored fully was such a far fetched idea after all.

But seeing her again was unexplainable.

Charles had held his wife in his arms when she died. Even through the excruciating pain of losing his legs, he held her. The same shrapnel that paralyzed him had lodged himself into her heart.

It took Charles months to come to the realisation that Erik did not mean to harm her, but by then he was long gone. Eventually, everyone began to move on with their lives. Hank was the only one left by Charles' side; Charles had spent many nights wondering why Hank stayed, he was a shell of a man without her by his side.

By the time he approached, Charles was so captivated by her presence that he didn't notice the sound of the seagulls had stopped or the smell of the salty ocean had had faded into nothing. It was only him and her left in their own little slice of paradise.

"Hello my love," He tentatively said, willing himself to move closer but finding that his legs would once again refuse to respond to his command.

"Charles." She acknowledged, her back still to him. From this distance Charles could see the intricacies of the lace of her white dress. When she was alive she never tended to wear anything so delicate, not even on her wedding day.

"You're not supposed to be here." He whispered, still stuck motionless before him. "You... you died."

"You let me die." She turned around, and for the first time since Charles buried her did he look at her once beautiful face. But now it was covered in blood cuts he could only assume were made by loose flying shrapnel. The front of her dress was only ripped and stained. She still looked like an angel, only now she looked like she had fallen from Heaven. "Why didn't you save me?"

Charles went to speak, but couldn't find the words. Or the breath. He almost began to choke but the oxygen eventually rushed back into his lungs. This peace of mercy was accompanied by God or whatever higher power in play taking away his ability to stand. Charles felt himself crumpled to the ground, once again paralysed. He thought back to the oddness of Erik's presence and whipped his head behind him to find the man but only saw black.

When his head turned back to his wife, he was greeted by the same oblivion. He tried to move forward but he couldn't move. He crumpled to the ground again and closed his eyes, hoping that he darkness would consume him like it did to his wife. But it didn't.

When he opened them again, he was greeted by the same wooden walls he knew all too well. The clock on his bedside table stuck three a.m precisely. Charles just shifted to his side, knowing that sleep would not come for him again, at least not any time soon.

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[autumnmobile12]

My Hero Academia: CPR + BLS

You know, Pro-Hero is probably one of those professions where it's mandatory to know CPR and Basic Life Support. Because after the villain's been taken out or all the people have been evacuated from a disaster zone, the Pros and their sidekicks are definitely the first responders until the paramedics arrive on scene.

And the idea that Aizawa, Endeavor, Mirko, Best Jeanist, Hawks, Ryukyu, everyone has to re-certify every two years is really, really hilarious to me. It's just so absurdly mundane.

If your job doesn't require CPR certification, let me break this down for you: You sit for two hours give or take, watch a video that's you've probably seen before, maybe take a brief test, and demonstrate that you can in fact perform CPR on a mannequin as well show you can use an AED kit and maybe demonstrate the Heimlich maneuver, and then you wait for an email that has your certification cards. It's tedious and the information doesn't change very much, but it is essential to review, so you suck it up and you be as diligent as you can because there could absolutely come a day where you will be in an emergency situation and need to use these skills. Nonetheless, you really just want to get on with the written and practical tests and get out of there.

That said...Hawks is definitely an annoying prick who keeps asking questions just to purposefully draw out the session.

Kaminari would probably bring snacks, suddenly start choking, and become the unwitting live demonstration.

Iida studied beforehand, took notes throughout, and then got way too into the practical exam. (Because you are often acting out a simulation to prove you are adhering to proper safety measures.)

Mineta...can he even...?