#charles xavier fanfiction

[chiptaylorsfirst]

What He's Thinking About

Word Count: 2,905

Pairing: soft!dom!Charles Xavier x mutant!fem!sub!Reader

Warning: Slight pain kink, fingering, choking, mirror sex, smut, professor kink, pet names, a little hair pulling

Summary: You get a little touchy and flirty during your training with Charles. While he does his best not to show his feelings or emotions, you can't help but to feel the lust growing in him.

A/N: This was meant to be a James McAvoy fic but my fingers just typed the first thing that flew in my mind and I carried on with it. Hope you guys enjoy it. Please send me requests. I'll do James McAvoy, Tom Hiddleston, and Matthew Gray Gubler. This goes for their characters also. Enjoy your day, evening, or night.

You woke up to your alarm clock, already exhausted before the day even truly began. It was 10 o'clock and you had thirty minutes exactly to get ready for training. You all were to work in pairs. Raven worked with Hank, Havok with Angel, Magneto worked with Darwin, and you with Charles. Once you were finally ready, you went outside in the yard as Charles had asked. "Good morning everyone. Today we will be working on your powers along with our usual workout routine. We will work one hour on our powers and another on physical workouts." Everyone understood, already leaving to their partners to practice with. You heard Charles' footsteps behind you and smiled as you were greeted with his pretty blue eyes.

"Which one would you like to do first?" Your eyes lingered on him a little too long and you tried to control your thoughts. You didn't want him to know about how much you you were obsessed with him. "Physical stuff." You lifted weights for a while then let Charles do it as well. You and Charles jogged some miles and then you fought. Charles was just as good as you since he started training more for it. His stamina had increased some and he was stronger. You blocked his attacks well and delivered a few hits in the process. He caught one of your fists and flipped you on the ground. He then pinned you down by your wrists. You became aroused and you felt that his emotions were the same. You reversed your place, now flipping him onto the ground. You slightly straddled him and smirked.

"You lose, Xavier." He chuckled underneath you. "I let you win. Your skills are pretty impressive though." You placed a kiss on his neck. "A token of gratitude from me to you," you said playfully. You saw his blue eyes darken for a split second but instantly turn back to their original color. You both did the training for your powers next but it had been kind of awkward from your last encounter. It was fresh in both of your minds but neither one of you would mention it to the other. You all went to your quarters after the two hours of training was completed. You showered and threw on your robe afterwards. You jumped into your bed, relaxing almost immediately.

You felt a strong sensation of lust and arousal. You tried to fight it off but you couldn't. You realized it wasn't coming from you and immediately knew that it was from Charles. You decided not to try and locate him but to talk to him through his mind. I can feel your attraction, Charles. What are you thinking about? Having sex with you. You felt your blood rush straight down and your cunt was instantly wet. Have I made you uncomfortable? His voice sounded worried and was filled with concern. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel uncomfortable or be upset with him for telling the truth. No, you just made me very turned on and happy that I'm not wearing underwear. His voice chuckled in your mind and you no longer heard his voice speak in your head. You heard a knock on your door.

"Y/N," he called out. You quickly opened the door and made sure it was locked as soon as he came in. He pinned you against the door and kissed you. The kiss was passionate, lust filled, and full of teeth and tongue. You bit his bottom lip and he moaned in return. He pulled on your hair and your fingers tangled through his as you let him dominate the kiss. He pulled back from you, a smile on his face. "I've wanted to do that for so long." You toyed with his shirt. "How long exactly?" He looked into space, putting thought into the question. "About five months now. I wanted to tell you but we were so busy with missions , saving the world, and finding mutants that I couldn't find the right time to." You kissed his cheek. "Well this certainly is a good time." You grabbed his hand and led him to your bed. You sat down, waiting to see what he would do.

He stripped himself of his clothing, creating a neat pile on the floor. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. His body was beautiful. His abs, muscles, and torso were all lean. His cock was long with just the right girth. It was neatly trimmed and the tip was pink. "So that's what you've been hiding under all of those layers of clothing," you said aloud. "Mhm, you like what you see?" You got off of the bed and walked towards him. "Like would be a large understatement." He touched the cloth of your robe and tugged at it gently. "May I?" "You may." He undid the tie of your robe and took it off of your body. Your robe dropped to the ground and you were fully naked in front of him. His eyes scanned your body for a little while and he licked his suddenly dry lips. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." He picked you up and placed you on the bed.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Once I get started, I don't know if I can stop." "I'm very sure," you responded confidently. You were never more sure of anything in your life. He placed kisses on your neck and your collarbone, nibbling it also. You let out a soft moan. He read your mind to find your sweet spot and placed a hickey there. "Cheater," you breathed out quietly. Charles chuckled against your skin. "There are no rules to this. I am allowed to do what I please with you, aren't I?" He was taunting you. He knew he could have read your mind but he decided against it. He wanted you to say it. "Yes." He slid one of his fingers in your core. "Yes what?" "Yes, professor," you said breathily. He placed another finger in and curled them. "You're so wet. Tell me, did I do this to you?" "Yes." His fingers started to move in you. You moaned softly at the feeling of it.

His eyes were darker, just as they had been when you pinned him. He studied your reactions, a smirk on his face. "I need you to look at me." You did as he asked, a moan slipping past your lips as soon as you did it. The sight was so erotic and explicit. This beautiful man was moving his fingers in and out of you and looking into your eyes as he did it. "Professor," you moaned out. "I love those noises you make. It drives me insane." His fingers went deeper, touching that spot no one could ever reach inside you. "Charles, mm, fuck." His fingers went faster. "Yes, sweetheart?" A string of moans came out of your mouth as you felt that knot in your stomach. "I'm cl-close." "Let it go then. Cum for me." A large moan tore from your lungs and your essence gushed out. He took his fingers from you and licked them clean.

"You probably just alerted half of the team," he whispered. "Your fault you're so good." He giggled at that. "Honestly, you'd be surprised at how much that turned me on." He took your hand in his and let you touch his hard cock. You could feel the veins and you collected the pre cum from the tip. You sucked it off your fingers and looked up at him. "Mm, professor you taste so good." He lightly choked you then nibbled your earlobe. He lifted you up and carried you. He grabbed the key to your room before closing your door. "Charles, where are we going?" "Somewhere with more space." He continued walking throughout different halls. "What if someone sees us?" "They can't. I'm controlling it." Your legs were wrapped tightly on his waist and your arms were around his neck. "Why do we need more space?" "You'll see." By the smirk that was on his face, you knew it would be something fun and exciting but you didn't know what.

You could feel that his emotions were alike to yours, arousal and excitement. He walked into his library and you looked at him confused. He read your mind. Not in the library, no. That's for another day. You looked at him surprised, now wondering what day it was for. "You mean this isn't a one time thing?" He frowned at your question. "Of course not. I love you and I want a relationship with you forever. I don't plan on just fucking you then leaving." You looked into his eyes. "I love you too, Charles. I mean, I really do. But, when are we going to you know in the library." He chuckled at you then kissed you. The kiss was tender and loving. His tongue slipped in your mouth and it wasn't a fight for control, just a loving expression. "Mm, it's a surprise." He continued carrying you. You both were at the back of the library when he unlocked a door. He closed it behind him and smiled. "This is the room," he stated.

There was a large couch in the room as well as a carpeted floor. It was a mirror room but not like at carnivals. It only consisted of five mirrors. There was a mirror for each side of the couch. One in the front, one in the back, one on the left, and one on the right. The other mirror was on the ceiling above the couch and it was the same size of it. "How many people have you brought here, Charles?" "Only you." He placed your body on the couch and smiled. He went to a drawer that was also in the room and pulled out two condoms. He walked over to you and placed one on the side of the couch. "Are you ready?" "Yes." He slipped the condom on his length and got on top of you. He slipped inside of you and the both of you moaned at the feeling. "I want you either looking at me or into a mirror." You did as he asked and looked into the ceiling mirror. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

He started at a medium pace, making sure his thrusts were sharp and deep. He placed a few hickies on your neck, making you moan a bit louder. You scratched his back and groans spilled from his mouth. "Fuck, Y/N." His eyes were on your face. You liked that you could see his back muscles in the ceiling mirror and it kind of turned you on. He hit your g spot repeatedly and your back arched from the couch. Scratch marks were developing on his back as he continued fucking into you. Your toes curled as he went faster. "Mm, professor, yes." He let out more moans, grunts, and groans at the sound of your voice. He placed your legs on his shoulders and went at a faster pace. You could feel him in your stomach and you loved the angle. You saw stars and your eyes were starting to tear from the pleasure. "You look so beautiful like this, taking my cock so well." "Mm, Charles. I'm," you started. He went impossibly faster. "I know, sweetheart. Go ahead and let go for me. Just let go." He punctuated his thrusts for his last sentence and he covered your mouth.

Your muffled moans were music to his ears and you felt his cock twitch. His voice let out guttural moans and it was now rugged. His cum shot out from his cock and he removed the condom. He grabbed the other one and slipped it on himself once again then turned to you. He looked into the mirror at his back and sighed. "Damn, you really enjoyed it." Your face was flushed as you nodded your head. "Couldn't help myself." He walked over to you again but didn't get on top of you. "I want you to ride me, okay?" You got up and let him lay on the couch. He looked so gorgeous. His hair was messy and slightly damp from sweat. His face was red and flushed almost like yours. His eyes were still that darker blue. You lowered onto him and let out moans at the feeling of his cock. You started a slow pace and he followed the rhythm that you set. You opted to look at him instead of the mirror. You were met with his blue eyes looking at you. You placed hickies on his neck, enjoying his moans that he let out. He made it obvious that he was still in charge although he was underneath you.

His nails dug into your hips as you bounced on him at a faster pace. He removed his hands from you and started to twirl your nipples. More moans spilled from your mouth. Your nails raked along his chest and he let out a long moan. "Mm, Charles, mmm." His hands were back on your hips, keeping you from losing your balance. You were slowly approaching your high and you decided to lose yourself all the way. You went as fast as you could and you felt Charles rutting into you. "Fuck, you're so good," he breathed out. His hand wrapped around your neck and he applied a little bit of pressure. You continued and your body jolted. "Who do you belong to?" You moaned out. "You, professor, mm." He hugged your body and pulled you closer to him. "You belong to who?" He bucked into you faster and you bit his shoulder. "Charles Xavier, mmm ugh." Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and he sat up. "Cum with me, sweetheart." You bit into his shoulder as you came and he followed suit. You crawled off of him, whimpering at the loss of contact.

He got off of the couch and threw away the used condoms. He then sighed as he saw your tired body and the mess you made on the couch. He lifted you up and your legs wrapped around him. "Was that fun for you?" "Mhm," you responded. "I think you like pain, Charles." He walked out of the room and into the library, already creating his illusion. "I do but only when it's from you." He walked into the hallway. "So I'm your special girl?" "Most definitely, and no one else." You smiled to yourself at the statement. "What will we tell the others?" "I guess that we are now dating and in a relationship. It really isn't that complicated," he responded. "Where do you want to go." You thought for a second. "Can we go to the beach or something?" "I have just the spot in mind." He carried you through the halls until he met your door. He unlocked it then opened it.

He placed your body on your bed and came back with a wet cloth to clean you. He then cleaned himself and smiled as he looked at you. He placed the key to the mirror room on your dresser. "This is the key to the mirror room for whenever you want to go there again and I will give it to you as soon as I clean the couch." He placed a kiss on your forehead and collected his clothes from your bedroom floor. "Okay, but please come back after you're done. You are my boyfriend now, remember?" "Yes, and I'm never forgetting. I'll be back. I promise." After a few minutes, you were met with a knock on your door again. "Charles, is that you," you responded. You heard a small pause and you concentrated on using your power. Whoever was outside of the door felt surprised and confused. "No, I'm just here to tell you that dinner's ready," Raven said. "Not to intrude, but do you and Charles have something going on?" You sighed at the question.

You walked to the door and cracked it open just so she could see your face. "I'm not supposed to tell you this until tomorrow but me and him are dating now." She quietly giggled. "So you two are a thing?" You rolled your eyes at the statement. "Gosh, we sound like middle schoolers. Yes, we're together and please don't tell anyone. I don't want him upset." She smiled at you. "I won't. See you at dinner." "You too." You shut the door and went through your drawers for clothing. You heard a knock on your door and sighed. "Yes?" "Can I come in?" You heard Charles' voice and you opened the door for him. "What happened?"

This time he had clothes on and he closed the door behind him. He placed the key to the mirror room on your dresser and sat on the bed. "Raven came to tell me that dinner's ready and she wants us to go." He sighed at your statement. "Okay, dinner then we go to the special place I wanted to show you." You kissed him briefly and smiled. "Sounds like a deal." The plan followed out smoothly and once your relationship was announced, everyone was supportive and congratulated you. You were happy to have Charles and he was happy to have you.

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[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Cuddle Up, Baby

Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader

Warnings: angst, fire, a little fluff

Summary: cuddling, wrapped in soft blankets, in front of a fire place

You sighted as you walked through the house of the big mansion. Your heart felt heavy in your chest. It ached for the children not being able to go home. The children who were cast away by family because of who they were.

You walked down the stairs, straight to the big oak doors of his office. You didn’t bother to knock. He could feel you from afar. He told you so.

You opened his office door and walked in. You plopped down on the couch in front of the fireplace. Charles smirked slightly as he saw you before it disappeared again. “I’m sorry for reading your thoughts. And yes, I have something planed for students staying at the school. Hank already bought presents. Don’t worry. Jean is responsible for the dinner. She showed me what she had in mind. Ororo will help her cook.”

You nodded slowly. Charles put his glasses down, put the exams to the side and moved over to the couch. You had a hollow look on your face. His own heartstrings were pulled by the same hurt you felt in your chest.

“You will need to help me up.” You were pulled back from the dark place of your mind as Charles’s voice echoed through your mind. You looked at him and nodded slowly.

You held him under his arms as he transferred his body from his wheelchair to the cushions of the sofa. He pulled one leg after the other up on the surface. He left some space for you to craw into. “There is a blanket on the other armrest.” You nodded before you crawled into his arms.

The warmth of him, the fire and the blanket seeped into your cold bones. Charles drew soothing patterns on your back. “You want to talk about it.” You shook your head lightly.

After a while your eyes started to water. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes threatening to fall down. “Let it go, sweetheart.” Small sobs and whimpers wrecked your body. “It’s not fair. They are so young. Why aren’t they loved by parental figures.” Charles sighted, “But they are. One of your students told me they are glad they are away from home. They never felt the love of a parent as much as they felt yours. You are their parental figure. Never forget that.” Your sobs grew stronger. Charles tried to sooth you but your whimpers wouldn’t stop.

Through your tears you whimpered, “Trust me, Charles. These tears are happy tears. I am so relieved they feel that way.” Charles kissed your head. “Close your eyes. You need to refill your energy levels so you can shower everyone in your love the next day.”

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#“The kitchen is on fire”

Charles Xavier x fem!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: None //ignore typos pls it’s 3 am

An: AH sorry if this took so long I procrastinate a lot to complete requests

X mansion was rather quieter so Sundays given there weren’t any classes and the students mostly preferred to go out. But Charles heard laughter and loud conversations coming from the kitchen area as he walked past the hallway. Strange.

He went to see what caused this prattling and was surprised to see an entire class present in the kitchen, not cooking or eating. It was as if they were working on something in the kitchen. As he walked further, none of the students or y/n their professor yet took a notice of him.

“And what is going on in here?” Charles announced calmly hoping to get in on whatever everyone was up to. Most of them seemed to have fun it could be something quite interesting. As he announced his presence everyone stopped to look at him, shocked. It felt as if his presence was dreaded with the looks everyone shared amongst themselves in only a moment. The very next sound was a glass shattering on the ground. It sounded like a glass but with the volume scattered on the floor didn’t seem like it.

What is actually going on in here. Charles walked in further to see the little bit of kitchen that was left amongst a colossal mess. “No! You were getting so close with that!” Y/n exclaimed helping pick up the glass like material scattered on the floor completely ignoring Charles’ question. He simply stared around the entire kitchen so puzzled given just a few hours ago the kitchen was perfectly fine how could all of them have caused this battleground situation in just a few hours? “What is all this?!” He asked again slightly impatient now.

All of the students started answering him altogether and the chatter was so unclear on top of which everyone’s answers varied vastly. “Class!” He spoke over them stopping the incoherent chatter “All of you out! Now!” He announced as everyone let out a dejected sigh, “Everyone back to your rooms!” Y/n added with a calmer tone than Charles attempting to leave alongside the crowd of her class.

“No no y/n you wait.” Charles said as she cursed under her breath. She was aware she was partly responsible for the mess but did not wish to explain it right now. Maybe delay it as much as she could.

“Care to explain why the kitchen looks like a mass mutation outburst?” He asked subtly, the further he looked at the kitchen the worse it got.

“What? No I’m not sure if it looks that bad!” Y/n tried to laugh after her sentence hoping Charles would take it in a light matter. He did not. He just looked at her more confused.

“Love there is a literal plant growing out of the oven.” He pointed at the oven as y/n looked back, knowing it was there she liked taking as much time as it did until she would have to explain all of it to him.

“Oh yes that is a plant hmm-“ she hummed and looked back at him “Well I guess sometimes some lab experiments need more than a lab!” She joked again. Charles still didn’t find it funny.

“What science experiment brought upon all…” he looked around not sure what in the entire kitchen was the worst messed with “this. How was there even a class on a Sunday?”

“Are you accusing me as a professor to have been teaching supposedly vile and deranged things do my class?” Y/n tried using the reverse card on Charles given the joking didn’t work.

“Yes. Yes I am.” He agreed. Professor Charles was so much more uptight than him as a boyfriend y/n thought.

“I cant believe you would think that—“

“Wait is that smoke?” Charles interrupted her midway. Y/n knew it was smoke being a result of what they’d put on the stove.

“No?” Y/n said without even turning back to cross check it. She was so sure something was on fire.

“The kitchen is on fire!” He exclaimed hurriedly looking around for water, surprisingly there was a bucket full was water right by them. He picked it up attempting to throw it on the cabinets beside the oven that caught fire.

“No no don’t throw-“ before y/n could finish her sentence Charles has already showered the bucket on the fire. It put out the fire though.

“Wow I had no idea Gatorade could put out fire?!” Y/n was rather distracted with the fascination on how Gatorade just put out fire.

“That was Gatorade?” Charles, immensely confused, had a hard time understanding why there was a whole bucket filled with Gatorade there. “What were you all really up to? Summoning a demon?”

“Don’t be ridiculous you don’t need Gatorade to summon a demon!” Y/n added that confidently instead of denying a demon wasn’t involved. It wasn’t. She was just more sure with her knowledge. “I told you we were just doing a science experiment!”

“What experiment?!”

“Well-it was more of a class idea as in a class project thing-” y/n hoped he wouldn’t ask any further questions about the experiment.

“That involved lighting the kitchen on fire and a bucket worth of Gatorade?!” Charles was aware with lab experiments going wrong all the time, the students had their difficulties. But the kitchen seemed so offset to even be a lab in the first place.

“Alright fine” she sighed and continued “We wanted to test out if we can wash the dish soap to its most cleanest solvent state and at first it was just a joke-you know to wash a soap it’s a bit funny! But the class got curious and everyone begged me to at least once try as a joke obviously so we ended up here—and at first it was just to boil the dish wash later everyone had their theories how we can clean the soap hence the mutations and well things escalated quite-you can see”

Charles was speechless. It took him a solid minute to process all of that “So you were all trying to wash the dish soap.”

“Yes that was the initial experiment then we just started coming up with new things like lighting ice in fire and see if Gatorade could work as oil and—yeah no all that” she stopped clearing her throat remembering how the following ideas kept getting crazier. It was all meant in a fun spirit with the class on a Sunday and it was fun for the most part-until Charles got involved obviously.

“Most of them were your ideas I take it?” Charles asked not being able to help but smile.

“No. Of course not! I told you it was a class thing” she denied huffing, even though it was her she couldn’t let Charles know that so he could make fun of her for the following days. She liked being playful and fun with the class, Charles often found it too ‘chaotic’

“It was you wasn’t it?” He said as he walked towards her and again she attempted to deny but knew it was of no use.

“Fine-but not all of them!”

He removed the strand of hair from her face “You are incredibly stupid but I love the enthusiasm you have!” He chucked lowly as she gave him a playful shove back only for him to more further and cage her between his arms and the serving platform beside her.

“Just the enthusiasm?” She asked jokingly again as he moved even closer.

“I guess I love you as well.” Charles said and closed the gap between them, brushing his lips onto hers. She smiled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around him.

After a moment she pulled away from the kiss still as close with her arms around him, “Does this mean you’re going to help me clean this up?”

“Oh absolutely not I’m calling the class back again all of you are cleaning this!”

Have a great day lovelies <3

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[buckyownsmylife]

Leave out all the rest - Charles Xavier smut

The one where the reader is depressed and Charles is desperate to help.

Warnings: depressive and suicidal thoughts, angst, smut

WC: 7K

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“What the hell are you doing?” His voice reached me as I looked down from my window, barely balancing on the border. I froze, instantly knowing what he would think, but that made me almost fall over. As I screamed, he ran towards me, grabbing my forearms and pulling me inside the room once again.

I was shaking as I clinged to him for dear life. Such a weird feeling, suddenly reminding me that despite what my brain thought, my body still refrained from the idea of me actually dying. As the shaking started to fade, I noticed three things. First, I was crying. Second, Charles was actually holding me to his chest, effectively keeping my weight off the floor and on him. Third, he was eerily quiet and, raising my head to look at him, I realized his eyes weren’t focused on me, but on the wall in front of us.

His jaw was so tight-locked I was afraid he could break it and so I raised my hand to touch it, leaving it there. That caught his attention. He looked at me, but only briefly, before taking us to the edge of my bed, where he sat with me still on his lap. I moved to sit next to him and relieve him of my weight, but his hold on me tightened. “Stay,” he ordered more than asked, but I couldn’t find it in me to question or to disobey. So I simply waited for him, feeling tiny and scared, looking at the man I loved staring into a wall so forcefully I honestly wondered how it still hadn’t crumbled.

His soft curls were messy and dancing in front of his eyes and so when I decided to push them behind his ears, his eyes connected with mine for a second and I understood, before any tears started to roll down his cheeks. “Charles,” I started, but that apparently only worsened his pain, his sobs coming in such force that I trembled in his chest, overcome with the need to calm him. “Charles,” I insisted and when that still didn’t work, I decided to simply hug him closer to me, hiding my face on his neck, breathing him in and acknowledging he was like the jewel that I didn’t deserve to keep.

After what felt like forever, he finally started to calm down, his tears rolling more slowly, but still his grip on me didn’t soften. “You can’t leave me,” he suddenly spoke, startling me.

“What?” I questioned, worried I had misheard him.

“You can’t leave me,” he repeated, this time looking at me dead in the eye. What I saw there took the air straight out of my lungs. So much fear and anxiety, he was absolutely terrified of the prospect of something happening to me. Once again, I was burdened with the knowledge that my existence was the reason for this, that I was why he was suffering so much. I sighed, resting my head once again on his shoulder, while my arms wrapped around him, one of my hands going to play with his curls. “I won’t,” I promised quietly. It was the least I could do.

He was surprised by my words, that much was obvious. After months of him pestering me about my depression, it was the first time I actually vowed to stay, despite the fact he had tried many times before to obtain my words on that matter. He detached himself from me, pushing me away just enough so that he could see my face and I found myself missing his warmth against my skin.

His eyes searched mine for any traces of insincerity on my words and my heart was filled with love for the man underneath me, who could so easily read my intentions but still accepted to stay in the dark for me, for my privacy. I captured one of his hands with mine and took it to my temple, nodding to him, giving him permission to verify what I was saying. After a moment of hesitation, he closed his eyes and let my thoughts take in.

I watched as he listened to my inner ramblings, knowing that after this, everything would change. He would know my secret, the one I had managed to keep safe and hidden for the last three months, ever since he found me in my room with my depressive thoughts, for the first time. This would change our relationship forever, I realized, but I couldn’t keep myself nor my feelings hidden from him anymore. Not when they were hurting him like this.

His eyes remained closed as he listened, his lips pursed and his brows furrowed, until… He opened them quickly, looking at me once again and I could see he was trying to verify once more if I was lying, but before I could open my mouth to explain myself to him… His lips found mine. And I melted, not quite believing this turn of events.

Why would he kiss me? Did he actually feel the same for me? A thousand thoughts ran through my head as his lips danced with mine, until he actually chuckled against me, separating just enough to speak. “I love you. I am in love with you. I think I’ve been in love with you since the moment you walked into my life. Please, just… kiss me,” he begged and I didn’t think twice before obeying it.

His lips tasted like mint tea and I found myself drowning in his taste, eager for more. I pulled him by the collar of his shirt, hating whatever fraction of air separated us. His tongue asked for permission to enter my mouth and I happily obliged, deepening our kiss, feeling as if he was becoming a part of me, fulfilling me.

Suddenly, I heard a growl from behind me. Quickly detaching myself from Charles, I noticed Logan by the threshold of my room, staring at the man in whose lap I sat like he wanted to kill him. “Logan?” I asked, confused to see his reaction. His eyes met mine for just a second, before he simply turned around and walked away from us. “Logan!” I shouted, getting out of Charle’s lap to pursue my best friend, but a tight grip on my wrist stopped me from getting away from the bed.

“Let him go,” Charles asked softly, his eyes silently begging me to understand. “He won’t hear you right now,” he explained, and I nodded absentmindedly, still worried about Logan’s behavior.

Charles’ P.O.V.

She looked so lost, still staring at the open door, where Logan had stood just a few minutes before. “I just... don’t understand…” she whispered, so softly I could barely hear her. I chuckled, pulling her to my lap once more, revelling in the fact that I finally had her, I could finally kiss her. 

“You’re probably the only person in this entire school who was oblivious to the fact that both me and Logan are head over heels in love with you,” I explained, chuckling once more as her head whipped quickly to stare me in the eyes.

“What?” she asked, her eyes bigger than I had ever seen before. I hadn’t seen any allusion in her mind to this fact that everyone else seemed to notice, so I figured she didn’t know, but I was still surprised to see how utterly ignorant of her own beauty and attractiveness she was.

I shrugged, playing with her curls as she looked at me expectantly. “He loves you. And so do I. I guess I just had better luck,” I joked, trying to lighten the mood, but she opened her mouth a few times before turning around to stare at the door once more. 

“I think I should go after him,” she pondered, but I hugged her to me.

“No, wait a bit. Give him some time. You know Logan and you know how he gets when he’s angry. He’ll lash out and he’ll do something he regrets. Let him come to terms with this,” I tried to convince her and despite the nod she gave me, her bottom lip that was stuck between her teeth let me know she was still worried about it. 

I sighed. “I’m sorry, love. I truly am. I knew about his feelings, I just never thought… this would happen. I should have closed the door on my way in, I was just so scared of losing you,” I mumbled against the skin of her shoulders, until I heard her sigh and turn to me once more.

“It’s not your fault, Charles. But… we do need to talk,” she quickly added, avoiding my eyes and moving to stand in front of me. My heartbeat picked up and I almost forgot about what I had seen in her mind, fearful she wouldn’t want to be with me. Before I could jump to any conclusions she stopped her pacing and knelt in front of me, picking my hands in hers. “I… I’m happy that we’ve kissed. I’m so happy. And I’m happy that you feel the same way I do, but you know that doesn’t erase my disease, right? I… I will need some time to heal, to get better, to be the person you deserve to have by your side.”

I immediately understood the implications of what she was asking me. Of course I knew I couldn’t solve her problems with a simple kiss, but I was hoping she would let me in, she would let me be by her side as she fought against this. “Can’t I… Can’t I help?” I tried, already knowing I wouldn’t be able to convince her otherwise. At least the smile she gave me was as precious as herself and helped with the pain of knowing I wouldn’t be able to have her all to myself right now.

“You have already helped me, Charles. You gave me a reason to be here. And believe me, it has been a long time since I last wanted to live. But now you gotta let me figure this out on my own. Can you do that for me… for us?” She bit her lip again and of course I would. I’d do anything for her.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“But there’s something I’d like from you, if I may,” Charles hesitated before asking. “I know you promised me you wouldn’t and I swear I’m not doing this to speed things up between us. I respect your wishes and if anything, I’m just trying to make my own life more difficult.” He rolled his eyes as he pushed the hair out of his face, not quite looking me in the eye. 

“I saw in your mind that you didn’t mean to jump. But I also saw how being here, in this room, with this window looking out to the gardens, makes it difficult for you to control yourself. I know you will respect your own words, but I don’t want you to suffer any more than you already do…”

I nodded, simply because I honestly understood where he was coming from. I just didn’t understand what other option he envisioned for me, since the only bedroom on the floor of the house was… Oh.

“You want me to move into your bedroom,” I acknowledged, hoping to put him out of his misery by not having to actually say the words. He nodded, sheepishly smiling at me, one of his hands scratching the back of his neck. 

I sighed, closing my eyes for a bit to focus better on the situation at hand. It wasn’t that easy with his blue eyes staring right at me, piercing my soul.

I knew he had a point and I had to acknowledge that it would make a huge difference for me to not have to deal with the height situation everytime I locked myself in my room. And I had also promised I would do whatever it took to get better. So my decision was pretty easy.

“Okay,” I agreed, opening my eyes again to find Charles’ looking directly at mine, his mouth slightly ajar, almost as if he had not believed I would actually accept his request.

“Great!” Jumping up from my bed, he wiped his hands on his trousers, already moving towards the door of my room. “Let’s get Hank, Scott and whoever else we can find over here, so we can make the change.” Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks, almost bumping into me. 

“Excuse me, love.” He caressed my cheek, the tiniest crooked smile revealing that he thought the situation was amusing. “I should warn you, though, most of my important books and scientific objects are in my room and since I think it would take too much time to make the full transition I will only be taking my clothes, so it is likely I will have to enter your bedroom a few times during the day, to grab whatever I might need.”

I blinked twice, not completely understanding what he was saying until suddenly it clicked.

“You’re not going to stay with me?” I knew I was frowning so hard my eyebrows were close to breaking free from my face, but that was nothing compared to Charles’ expression.

“What do you mean? Of course not, I meant we would exchange rooms! Oh my, please don’t think I was trying to make a move on you through that…” His cheeks were burning up, he looked so lost I felt sorry for him. But I was more preoccupied with my own thoughts at that moment.

“But that would make my life so much easier,” I admitted, looking expectantly at him, who in turn, looked as confused as I had been three seconds before. “If I were to stay with you… I know it’s not optimal and we would be sharing a bed, but having you around me… It would help me so much, Charles.” I huffed, feeling uncomfortable from the admission. 

“It’s just… having you around... more than I already do, I mean. It helps with the thoughts, you know? It helps… It reminds me of why I should stay. Why I want to stay.” I finished explaining, fiddling with my fingers as I couldn’t deal with his perfect blue eyes at that moment. 

I felt inadequate. Charles was a genius and here I was, a shell of a woman, broken by my own stupid thoughts who reminded me constantly of how I wasn’t worth anything, not even being here, much less with him.

“Hey,” cold fingers interrupted my guilt as he gently pulled me by my chin to look him in the eyes. “You have no idea how happy that makes me feel. To know that I have the ability to help you like this. Thank you for trusting me.”

His blue eyes sparkled brighter than any star I had ever seen and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Our lips connected once more, surprising me as I felt the sweetness with which he kissed me, because I don’t think I had rationally decided to kiss him again. My body, or my soul even, was the one to make that decision for me.

He kissed me like we had all the time in the world to explore each other and I found myself wishing that it was true. One of his hands was spread against my back, keeping me closely pressed against him, while the other still caressed my jaw. We pulled apart to catch our breaths briefly before I pulled him down to me once more, feeling as if the only way I could feel oxygen coming into my lungs was when our lips were connected. I traced the edge of his mouth with my tongue, desperate to taste him and with a slight tremble, he finally allowed me in. 

And then he devoured me, easily taking control of not only our kiss, but also of my excitable body. As his lips moved with mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, I forgot how it felt to not belong. Because as he kissed me, it seemed like I did. I belonged. Here, with him.

“Yes, you do,” he whispered against my lips as we finally separated. It only then occurred to me that he could still hear my thoughts. “I’m sorry, it’s hard to tap out now that I’ve been in, especially since I feel so connected to you.”

I nodded, caressing his jaw as I looked deep into his eyes.

“It’s okay. It’s… comforting,” I admitted. His eyes softened as he stared back at me, his shoulder relaxing at the realization he wouldn’t have to force himself out of my head anymore. I could only imagine how hard it must be for him, to try to become deaf to a singled-out voice, especially one you wished to hear so badly. 

“I love you,” he breathed out, closing his eyes as he connected our foreheads. His hands held mine securely, his fingers caressing my knuckles and I enjoyed this moment of peace I seemed to have been able to grant him. 

“I love you,” I finally admitted out loud, causing him to open his eyes quickly, a large smile taking over his face as he found me smiling softly at him.

Charles’ P.O.V.

After I left Y/N to pack her stuff for the moving process, I allowed my mind to reach out to see if I could track Logan’s whereabouts. I had blocked him from my day-to-day life a long time ago, not only since he constantly threatened me if I didn’t do so, but also because his mind was incredibly tiring.

I was in a constant state of admiration for the man’s survival instincts. He had been through so much and still battled with his own mind daily. Despite his admittedly angry demeanor, he persisted. And if I could say so myself, he was actually much nicer than I expected someone with his sort of troubling thoughts to be.

I noticed he was in the garage and I thought about at least verifying what type of mood he was in, but refrained from it. It wouldn’t help my cause if I arrived already knowing too much about his mental state.

So I prepared myself for the worst as I joined him in the dark room where he kept his bike.

“Logan,” I called out to him, but kept my voice at a regular level. He’d be able to hear me, with his enhanced instincts. And he did, that much was obvious by the way he abruptly stopped messing with his bike and froze in his spot at the sound of my voice.

However, he didn’t turn around to face me and after a few seconds, resumed his previous activity like nothing had happened. 

“Logan,” I called out again, and this time, no reaction let me know he had heard me. But I knew he had. “C’mon, Logan, we have to talk about this.”

That might have been the wrong thing to say. He suddenly turned around, facing me with a fire in his eyes I recognized from when we were out in the field, but I’d never had it dedicated to me.

“Talk about it? You want to talk about it? Okay, Professor, let’s talk.” The sarcasm with which he had enunciated my title was not lost to me. “What do you have to say to me? What could possibly lessen the pain of seeing the woman I love kissing you?”

I didn’t have anything to offer to him, so I remained quiet. The truth was, I had come here simply because I owed it to Y/N not to destroy her relationship with Logan, but I didn’t have any sort of speech prepared.

“Thought so,” he mumbled, turning back to his vehicle and leaving me behind.

“Logan, I… Listen.” He didn’t turn around to face me again, but I knew he was listening despite his lack of signs of attention. “I just don’t want you to do something you might regret. I know you love her, and so you don’t want to see her hurt. But the truth is, I have a girl upstairs who is already miserable and you’re only making it worse.” I took some time to breathe before continuing. 

“I know it’s not in the way you hoped for, but she does love you. And she needs you in her life. So take some time to deal with your emotions, but please, I’m begging you… Do not abandon Y/N. She deserves better than that, and the truth is, you do too. The bond you share is special. Don’t let it go to waste.”

I had said what I needed to say, and so I left him to his own devices so he could mull over what I’d shared. There was no need for him to provide me with some sort of answer now.

My feet took me where I wanted to go despite the fact that I hadn’t made any conscious decision about it. I suppose my mind followed the brightness that I had come to associate with Y/N, even if I wasn’t trying to listen to her thoughts.

I found her in my bedroom. Well, I suppose it was her bedroom too, now.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I felt like I was being watched, so I turned around to find Charles looking at me with a goofy grin in his face that caused me to instantly mirror it.

“What?” I had to ask, because as much as his happiness made me happy, it felt like he was excited about one specific reason and I was curious about it.

“Nothing. I’m just… I never thought I’d see you in my room like this.” He approached me with that boyish smile I had never associated with Charles before and hugged me to his chest, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. The height difference made him pretty much lean over me, but it was cute.

“You like it?” I had to ask, my insecurity as always getting the best of me. He pulled away from his hiding place to be able to look me in the eyes. 

“I love it.” I could see the sincerity in them. I trusted him with my life.

“I’m glad, because I could definitely get used to this.” The way his face lit up had me giggling up at him.

“Really?” He asked, his big palms caressing my back as if he needed the reassurance that I was real, that I was really there.

“Yes, really. How could I not? There’s books and antiques and it smells just like you. I feel…” I hesitated for a bit, not sure if I wanted to disclose this so soon. But then he pressed his fingers more tightly against my skin, reminding me that he was here, that I could trust him, and I took a deep breath before looking in his eyes again, my hands coming up to play with the curls in the back of his neck. “I feel at home,” I confessed, all in one single breath. Once again, my reward came in the huge grin that split his face into two. He pulled me into my tiptoes so he could press a quick kiss on my lips, and I tried to ignore how cold they felt when his weren’t touching mine anymore. This was what I wanted, and he was giving me the space I asked for.

I’d have to keep reminding myself that throughout the days.

“So, where were you?” I asked, making idle chit chat as I pulled away from him to continue folding my clothes. When he didn’t immediately offer me a response, I looked up to see him looking at me with guilt written all over his face. “Charles!” I exclaimed, dropping what I was holding. “Please tell me you didn’t!”

Charles’ P.O.V.

I couldn’t. I knew precisely what she was referring to and didn’t even need to read her mind.

“I’m sorry, love…” Nervously, I scratched the back of my neck as she came to stand before me, her hands on her hips. I guess I was expecting her to be mad, but when she instead dropped her arms and sighed, I realized that wasn’t the worst outcome. That would be this one: the disappointment and regret in her features. She didn’t look up, opting instead to fiddle with the edge of her shirt, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

“He hates me.” The words were said with such pain that I felt like a bucket of ice cold water had been dropped over me. Immediately, I reached out to her, sighing in relief when she accepted my embrace.

“No, he doesn’t.” It was the truth. She knew it, and she knew why it was - the very reason why she was scared he’d start to hate her now that she’d chosen to be with me. “He loves you.” The words floated around us as she struggled to come to terms with them, still. “He still does. There’s no switch you can flip that’ll make him instantly hate you. But this also means that he needs time, time to learn how to see you in a different light. Okay?”

For a minute, she didn’t say anything, opting to let me guide her in the gentle sway I’d been performing since my arms wrapped around her. At last, she whispered a tiny “okay”, and even though her voice was muffled by the fabric of my shirt, where she’d been pressed against, I believed her. I had to.

Logan’s P.O.V.

Watching her those next months was… difficult. 

Difficult because if she was an addiction, I took the worst route to cure myself of it. I went from seeing her and talking to her everyday, being dependent on that socialization, to cutting myself from her life completely. 

Difficult because despite not talking to her since the day I found her kissing Charles, I still had to see her - we lived and worked in the same place, after all. Despite all the effort I put in changing my schedule and trying to make sure I wouldn’t be in the same room as her, there still were the inevitable meetings and dinners and parties when I had to watch the woman I loved from afar.

And above all, difficult because what I came to observe during those obligatory reunions was something that I had been waiting and wishing for all along, and it killed me that I hadn’t been by her side to help her with: her recovery.

Each time our eyes met, hers were a little bit brighter, softer, even lighter. Like the darkness that was consuming her was steadily being swallowed by her actual personality, which behaved much like a sun: warming her from the inside.

That meant her skin became more colorful, at least in the sense that it didn’t hold that paleness that made it look like she was fragile. It was harder to see her blood vessels now, and I didn’t miss the time they stood out across the room in one bit. She blushed now, and every time it happened when he was around, he felt it like a pang in his heart. Just when I thought she couldn’t be more adorable. Her hair was also brighter, lighter, shinier in general. She didn’t just chuckle now, she laughed. Initially, it was rare and low, but eventually it started to happen more frequently, to the point where I could figure out where she was simply by following the sound of her giggles.

In short, she was happy. Happier than I’d ever seen her, and it killed me to not be able to witness this new side of her, this whole part of her personality that had been kept away when she was sick. Could I even consider that I still knew her? Which was the true her, the depressive one I met or this young girl full of light and happiness? I knew the answer was dependent on both of them, but it left me with the realization that I knew less of her than I wish I did.

And it was all my fault. 

It was my fault for falling in love with her when she’d never even showed any signs of feeling the same. Stupid old Logan, You’ve been alone for too long. All it took was someone who cared too much, despite their broken state, and you let them in. You let her in.

She didn’t owe me anything.

And I knew that. But I fooled myself into believing her lack of interest was a result of her situation, so I did what I could to help, in hopes that once she got better, I would have my chance.

Selfish.

That’s what I was. 

I’d never thought of myself as someone who was particularly manipulative, hell, I was no Erik, but maybe I was. Because it was also my fault that I wasn’t there to witness her recovery. I’d pushed her away, failed on the simple task I’d promised I would help.

I hadn’t been a good friend.

I had been no sort of friend at all.

So that’s why when her eyes caught mine again in the middle of the party we were throwing for someone’s birthday - I could never bother to pay attention to those sort of details -, I gestured towards the stairs, hoping she’d meet me there.

And sure enough, she came.

I could slap myself for how temptatively she approached me. Not only was it weird in the context of our friendship, it was very obviously out of place in her manners. Y/N was always confident in her approach to people - it was one of the reasons why I warmed up to her so quickly, one of the reasons I fell in love with her.

Still, despite her obvious apprehension, she approached me and found a place for herself by my side. At first, I didn’t say anything, opting to stare down at my hands as I tried to come up with a better way to say this, hoping my words could somehow erase the pain I knew I had put her through, but then I felt her warm hand over my thigh and my head immediately whipped up to find her staring at me with a soft look on her face and a small smile.

“I missed you,” she said, and just like that, I knew we were fine. I let out a relieved breath that I felt like I had been holding for forever, once again thankful for our connection. Even if it didn’t evolve in the way I expected it to, it did allow us to communicate with fewer words, which throughout all of my life posed as a nuisance to everyone who had to deal with me - but not to her. 

No. Just three words and I knew what she meant, just like my invitation for her to follow me to the stairs told her everything she needed to know about how I was feeling. And for once, everything felt alright, including me.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

When I followed Charles back to our room that night, I felt like a different person altogether. Not only could I decidedly say that my depression wasn’t a concerning issue anymore, I felt like I was finally free to introduce the new me, the person I had become after going through such a rough patch for so long.

Of course, it wasn’t like I was a different person altogether. But I had been through enough depressive patches to know that everytime I got out of one, I was a little less of the person I had been before and a little more of someone new. And now that the only issue that still weighed me down had been settled, I was really excited to get to know this new part of my personality. I was excited to do things again, to talk to people and see what I had missed while stuck in my darkened mind. I was excited to be excited about stuff once more.

Most of all, I was excited about starting this new path in life with someone I truly loved by my side. And said person was looking at me with sweet, caring eyes when I stepped further into the bedroom, in desperate need of a hug.

“You guys spoke!” He whispered. I supposed he didn’t want to break the silent and peaceful atmosphere of our bedroom, but still, the excitement in his voice was palpable. It made me smile instantly. I didn’t have the words to describe how it felt to have someone by my side who supported me so much, even in a subject that brought him discomfort. 

Charles had every right to avoid the subject, or even to feel scared or tense about me and Logan starting to talk again, but I could see it in his eyes - all he felt was happiness for me and his friend. 

It probably helped that he could see in my mind how I only had eyes for him. 

Still, gratefulness overflowed my heart, prompting me to stand on my tiptoes as I pulled him by the collar of his shirt until I could reach his lips. “Thank you for being here for me all this time,” I whispered against his mouth, as he struggled between wanting to say something and the desire to correspond the kisses I was now laying on his jaw. 

“Anytime, my love.” His hands ran down my arms until they were holding mine against his face, and he could position me to steal another kiss. “I’ll be here as long as you want me.” The dorkiest smile appeared on my lips as my eyes looked into his blue ones.

“Forever?” I asked, and Charles opened up a smile at my promise, nodding as best as he could as I still cradled his head. 

“Forever,” he repeated, sealing our vow with a kiss. This time I followed my heart and deepened it, slowly nibbling on his bottom lip until he allowed me to taste him fully. We’d never kissed like this before. Charles was too worried to overstep my boundaries, and I despite how badly I desired him, there was a reason I had instated them. 

But now the reason was gone. And there was nothing else that could distract me from the fire rising inside of me, threatening to burn me whole.

“Charles…” I whimpered against his lips as he tried to separate us, pulling him to me again. “Please, I want you.” My words made him freeze. His eyes travelled between mine, looking for any sign of hesitancy or any sort of reason why he shouldn’t.

When he found none, he still didn’t immediately sweep me off my feet and took me to bed, like I wanted. Instead, he held me in his arms, his hands on my lower back as his thumbs drew soft circles over the fabric of my dress. 

“Are you sure, my love?” If I wasn’t before, the fact that he had taken the time to make sure this was what I wanted would have solidified my decision. But as it were, my mind had been made up long before we even stepped inside our bedroom. 

This was a long time coming, and I was glad it was here now. 

“Yes, Charles. Please, make love to me.” That was all he needed to hear. Slowly, he walked me back until my knees reached the bed, and I went blindly, too busy with the intoxicating taste of his favorite peppermint tea as he started his possession by kissing me hungrily. I’d follow him anywhere with a sane conscience, but while drunk on him? I’d jump off a cliff if he asked me to. “Lay down for me, pretty girl.”

The way he looked at me, through lust glazed eyes as I laid spread out on the bed, was enough to get my heart beating out of my chest. God, I wanted him. “Charles…” I whined, reaching out for him, which made him smile. 

“I’m right here, darling. I’m right here.” He climbed on the bed, in the space between my legs, until he could hold my face with his cold hands again. “I love you so much.” My heart jumped at hearing these words again. He made me feel so giddy, it was hard to feel anxious about what we were about to do when I literally felt the desire running through my veins.

“I love you too, Charles.” He kissed me again, then, his hands warming up the longer they secured my cheeks, and I melted against the bed and his body, my own hands coming behind him to find a way to push inside his shirt. 

He moaned against my mouth at the feeling of my nails carefully dragging over the skin of his back, and he had to pull away from our kiss to catch his breath. I watched him with barely concealed desire, in desperate need to feel his body on top of mine again, but he seemed to understand it.

In a few seconds, he was over me again, his lips on mine as our hands finally explored each other’s bodies as they saw fit. A shirt found its way to the floor, followed by a dress, until only our underwear stood in the way between our wishes.

“You’re so beautiful, my love.” Just the way he looked at me was enough to make me shiver. I could barely imagine what it would feel like to have him actively working on giving me pleasure.

“So are you,” I reminded him, giggling when I saw the blush spreading over his cheeks. “And you’re cute.” He rolled his eyes then, leaning over me to give me a quick kiss before slowly bringing his lips down to brush over my collarbones.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, drawing over the edge of my bra with a single finger. It slightly trembled, denouncing just how nervous he was to be taking this next step with me, and it only made my heart warmer for him.

“Please,” I quietly begged, and the smile he gave me was enough to have butterflies threatening to take flight from my belly. Albeit a bit awkwardly, he managed to fit his hand between my back and the mattress, just enough to be able to pluck that one other piece of clothing off of me, and then he was *staring.

“Charles!” I whined, automatically trying to hide my breasts from him, but he only raised one eyebrow in that characteristically aristocratic expression of his, before asking, “Aren't you mine, darling? Don’t I have a right to see what you’ve been hiding under those dresses all this time?”

Charles’ P.O.V.

She looked so adoringly embarrassed by my prying gaze, but I couldn’t help it. Not when she was this beautiful, an angel brought down to Earth solely to teach me how to love. It was an honor to be loved by such a perfect creature, but I still struggled to remember that this was real, sometimes. Particularly in a moment such as this, that I had dreamed about for so long.

Seeing as she still avoided my gaze, teasingly biting that delicious bottom lip that I wanted to lick so much, I leaned back over her, capturing her mouth with mine once more. Slowly, because we had all the time in the world, I pried her lips open to welcome my tongue, and then, when she melted against the mattress, relaxing her arms that quickly occupied themselves by embracing my body, I allowed myself to pull away, but never stopped tracing her skin with my lips, torturously making my way down, first nibbling on her jaw before stopping to suck a few marks on her neck, before finally meeting her breasts.

“God, you’re perfect,” I whispered, just before I wrapped a nipple with my mouth, lathering it with my saliva and attention before sucking. It provoked a sensuous reaction in her, who gasped and buried one of her hands on my curls, softly pulling on them but not actually prying me from her. 

“Charles,” she moaned, and it made me falter, my knees buckling and almost making me fall on top of her. I’d never heard my name sound like that before, so sweet, and I instantly knew I never wanted to hear it uttered by any other lips.

“Darling,” I moaned myself, still otherwise occupied with sucking tiny little lovebites on the soft flesh of her breasts. “The way you moan my name… It’s breathtaking. Do it again,” I begged, raising my head just enough to meet her eyes, finding that a lust-filled haze had settled over them, leaving her pupils blown wide. “Please.”

Something in my desperate tone or hungry eyes called out to her, earning me another melodic moan of my name. That was all that I needed to hear before I fused our lips once more, absentmindedly rutting against the mattress as I relished in her sweet taste.

“You’re such a good kisser,” she whispered after we parted, making me chuckle. “But now I need you inside of me, like, yesterday.” My chuckles became roars of laughter, and she joined me in that demonstration of excitement and happiness that was proof that this was so much more than just lust.

This was love, pure and unadulterated. And I’d never experienced anything like it before.

“Okay,” I conceded, grabbing my cock and taking in the sight of her, spread out and open, willing and wanting, all for me. “You ready?” She nodded, legs parting even further in an open invitation.

“Please,” she begged quietly, and I couldn’t resist it any longer. Leaning over to kiss her forehead, I inserted myself inside of her slowly, carefully, paying attention to all of her reactions and sounds.

“Don’t worry,” I whispered as she groaned a little bit in pain from the adjustment. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.” And we both knew that I would. “Let me show you how much I desire you.”

We came together that night, and all I could think to say before falling asleep was, “I love you.”

Much to my luck, she loved me too.

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Erik Lehnsherr Writings...

I have an Erik Lehnsherr fanfiction piece I'm working on. I have some of it written on my laptop, some written by hand in my journal, and I have to finish it. Basically, I am all over the place. As usual. But I do like it. It has to do with a protective Erik. And a human woman. Not sure where it will go, but I have some ideas. Might be an original character thing. Not sure yet.

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[mostlymarvelgirl]

Erik: Are you free tomorrow ?

Y/n Stark: I'm expensive...

Erik: .....

*Charles entering the room*

Charles: Erik I was wond-

Y/n Stark: I'm free for anyone whose net worth is more than mine.

Erik: You're saying that cause you only know Charles fits those standards.

Charles: *blushes*

Y/n Stark: I'm free for you professor.

Charles: *blushes harder*

Erik: *facepalms* *turns to charles* What is it with you and your professor kink?

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[empath-bunny]

Was the story that good or was I just ovulating

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[lauriegraham01]

forever & always | erik lehnsherr

pairings: erik x reader, (cherik x reader if you squint)

summary: it's been years since erik abandoned you on the sands on cuba. when fate - or rather a friend from the future, logan - steps in and forces your paths to cross, what feelings will ensue?

w/c: 2,272

a/n: follows the events shown in days of future past, inspiration drawn from "forever & always" by taylor swift. been working on this one for the past week, apologies for the delay, life can be cruel but the storm only lasts one night.

The brightness of the sun was blinding as its rays bleed through the curtains of your room, shining in your eyes prompting you to wake up with a groan. Reaching out for Charles youre disappointed as you feel nothing but the cold sheets where his side of the bed laid empty. A headache settles in within your head, throbbing unforgivably. As you look over to your nightstand you read your clock.

2:47 p.m. Another day wasted away in bed.

You had gotten little sleep the night before. Scenes of sand plaguing you in your dreams echoing the trauma from all that you've lost.

You're on a beach in a Cuba. You don't know yet that it's the end of the world- the end of your world. Black spots cloud your vision. You're losing too much blood. Footsteps staggered as your breathing comes out labored- trying to make sense of what happened.

Erik.

Charles and you had been caught in the crossfire of his war against humans and now you both were paying the price for it.

"Erik?!" Your voice rings clear in his head. He exhales a shaky breath, one that he can't seem to breathe out enough. Charles laid in his arms paralyzed and betrayed. His heart broken at the pain he's caused and remorse washes over him as he sees the man in his grasp slips further away into a world of unfathomable pain. Leaving Charles within Moira's grasp he then makes his way to you. Discarding his metal helmet in the process.

"Y/N." Erik cautiously places his hands at your side. Taking in how much blood seeped through your suit.

“Erik what’s happened to Charles? Is he alright?" With eyes widened, you wait for him to bring some clarity to the chaos that happening.

“Y/N stop. You’re losing too much blood," Erik said carefully. Looking down he sees your hand pressed to your side. Carefully lifting it, he lets out a sharp gasp as he sees the tear in your suit where the bullet pierced your skin.

A choked cough escapes your lip as a bit of blood rushes through the side of your mouth. You feel your knees buckle underneath you and Erik catches you in time, placing you in his arms as you both sink to the sand.

“Erik?” Your voice rings within his head, even telepathically your voice sounds strained, hurt. “Did you do this?”

"I’m sorry, my love,'" it comes out a whisper. Even without your powers you knew exactly where his mind was at. By the solemn expression on his face and the distant look in his eyes you knew that he was leaving.

"Erik, please," you plead.

"I can't stay here. Look at all that I've caused."

"Erik, don't do this. Stay."

"I cant." He says through gritted teeth, the pain sharp on his tongue like a blade.

"You can. You have a family here, you have people who care and love you- I love you Erik."

His face was taut, twisted in a sea of emotions as he thought of the path that he was walking down- and the love that he would lose in the process.

"This is a war that I have to fight alone. I have to go down a road that you can't follow me on."

"Erik, please." You place a hand on his cheek and he closes his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. Burning the feel of your touch for what he believes would be the last time.

"I'm sorry my love."

He takes your hand and places a kiss onto it before walking away, fading into view with your heart breaking with every step he takes.

"Charles?" You call to him like a ship lost at sea.

"I'm right here. I'm right here darling." His voice rings out softly in your head. By the labors of his breath you know that he's fighting through his pain. You shiver as you feel a coldness drape over you, slumping further into the sand as exhaustion wins its fight over you.

“I’m scared.”

"Stay with me. We'll make it through this together." Charles voice fades out as your vision fades to black.

It truly was a miracle that you even pulled through at all. Hank managing to save you within an inch of your life. An unpleasant feeling sits deep in your stomach as you try to shake off the scenes replaying in your head. Before the guilt of wasting the day away consumes you, you rise up out of bed and make way for the kitchen. The halls were quiet now, faded were the days where students once roamed freely. When the war in Vietnam began, students and teachers alike were being drafted and many never returned home. Wallowing in his grief, Charles closed the doors to the school.

So you and Hank stayed behind in the mansion. Hank tinkered away on his own plans and research and you remained by Charles side as you both tried to process and move through each others grief. When Hank created a serum that gave Charles the ability to use his legs again you had thought things would get better, but time would reveal how wrong you were. Things ultimately took a turn for the worst, as Charles became dependent on the serum and became an alcoholic, he had turned into a version of himself that you never thought possible. He was short-tempered and full of rage at any given moment. Hank got the worst of it, and at times you thought about leaving but you knew that you wouldn't- Charles knew that you couldn't.

Yet, it would be wrong to put the entire blame on Charles for the way things were. The truth was that you too had turned to your vices to quiet the voices within your own head. Falling in love with little thin white lines and drowning yourself in the bottom of bottles, you too had spiraled into your own world of self-destruction just as Charles had. Your relationship hadn't necessarily been the most stable it's been either. It seemed that you and Charles were constantly at each's others throat nowadays but it wasn't always bad days. Despite the screaming matches, both of us turning to our vices, there was still something tethering us together-whether it be love or a trauma bond was becoming unclear as time passed.

As you enter the kitchen, you note the bottles and needles still littering the kitchen table. Charles must've been up all night-again. Fancying a tea you turn the stove on as you fill a kettle with water. you feel the house rumble just a bit. Looking towards the ceiling you can make out heavy footsteps as though someone were being chased. Just then a yell can be heard following a hard crash. Following the source of the disturbance, you enter the foyer where Charles, Hank, or rather Beast, and a strange man come into view.

"Charles? What's going on here?" Making your way across to the staircase where Charles sat on.

"Nothing darling this gentlemen was just leaving," with a scotch in hand he waves to the strange man.

"Afraid I can't do that because I was sent here for you." Taking a closer look at him you note that he's rather tall. He carries himself confidently, head held high in his brown leather jacket.

"Well tell whoever it was that sent you that I'm...busy," Charles trails off.

"That's gonna be a little tricky because the person who sent me here...was you."

"What?" Charles and I let out simultaneously.

"About fifty years form now. Look I kno-I know, stay with me," he pleads with us.

"Excuse me?" Crossing your hands over your chest you look over to Charles and you both share a puzzling look before facing the stranger in front of you again.

"Fifty years from now like in the future fifty years from now ?" Charles quips.

"Yeah."

"I sent you from the future," Charles asks amused.

"Yes, Charles," he says with a roll of his eyes, growing aggravated by our refusal to believe him.

"Piss off," Charles spits bitterly.

"Charles..." you place a hand on his shoulder.

"If you had your powers you'd know I was telling the truth."

With that you use your powers to enter his mind, not expecting what was awaiting you. Hazed memories of the man you now know is Logan, consumed your senses as you traveled within his world of memories. Fear melted on your tongue as you saw the horrors of the reality that the future held, pain and genocides lurking within every corner and within the midst of it-hope. Hope that the future could be rewritten. Voices and faces so familiar yet so unknown, as though you've known them, a version of them.

Leaving his mind, you stumble as you adapt back to this reality, piecing together the meaning behind Logan's memories. Charles immediately stands up to catch you before you fall.

"y/n?" Charles calls, voice shaky as he holds you. Your breath comes out shaky as you cling to him for support. "Charles he's not CIA." Looking up at Logan he meets your gaze with understanding eyes, grateful that now someone believes him.

"y/n-" Hank calls out doubtfully.

"Hank, I know what I saw," you affirm sternly.

"Are you alright? What are you talking about?" Charles desperately searches your eyes for some kind of clarity.

"I'm fine, Charles. He's not CIA or FBI. I got in his head and I-", the words seem to die on your tongue. How do you explain what you saw without seeming mental? "I saw you...but older. From the future."

You swallow the lump within your throat. Charles furrows his eyes in confusion, not knowing what to make of your revelation.

"Erik too. I saw all of us, together preparing for what I fear may be our doom."

From then you managed to convince Charles and Hank that Logan was indeed telling the truth and that he needed our help in ensuring the survival of mutants. The four of you ventured on the plan that Charles, from the future, had set out. Which led you to where you were right now, on a plane seated next to Charles with Erik in front of you. Breaking him out of the Pentagon had been no easy task, but with the help of a new speedster friend, the lot of you succeeded with somewhat minimal damage in the process.

"y/n I-"

"Shut up," you cut Erik off.

He puffs out a defeated sigh as he looks up at you with those pleading eyes of his. You had imagined what it would be like to see Erik again. You spent the best of years waiting for him to come back, to fix what he had broken. You knew you should've given up when news got out of his attempted assassination of the president, but it was moot. A part of you still loved Erik, a part of you still saw the good in him.

"Look I want to apologize for what I did."

"For what exactly? Cause there's a long list of things left unsaid," Charles shoots back bitterly.

"Charles" you mutter and he backs down. You know how hard this is for him too, seeing Erik. Having him within arms reach yet him being worlds away from the man that you two knew and loved.

"He's right," Erik says sitting upright in his seat, "I did things and people got hurt in the process."

Your eyes look sharp and steady into the empty parts of him, heart heavy with the hatred of his own beliefs and the pain that its inflicted.

“I’m sorry Charles for what happened, I truly am. Not a day passed where I let myself forget it, I never meant to hurt you."

The anger practically radiates off Charles as his leg anxiously bounces even faster. He then climbs up from his seat before storming off passing you and Erik until he disappears from view.

"He'll come around," you mutter.

"I know," Erik sighs. "Charles has a flair for the dramatics."

Your lips betray you as they curl into a small smile. Locking eyes with him you feel the guard you had fought so hard you built to distance yourself from him, rumble threatening to drop into ash.

"I missed you everyday, y/n."

"Erik please-"

"I couldn't escape you even if i tried. You know that better than I do."

"I thought I knew you, now I'm not so sure," you whisper barely loud enough for Erik to register.

Slumping further into his seat, the guilt settles deeper in his bones. He knows he'll never forgive himself for what he did that day on the beach. Yet, sitting here in front of you he wants nothing more than to be able to be loved by you again.

"I couldn't save you.." he croaks. Eyes glossy as tears began to pool his eyes.

"That didn't mean you had to go. Erik, we could've fought through it, together."

“I was too blind to see that I hurt the ones I love. I carry the weight of my crimes every day."

"You don't have to carry it alone." Hesitantly you reach your hand across to grab his. He's still warm to the touch just as you remembered, rubbing smooth circles over his knuckles with your thumbs, you savor the feel of him, having been deprived of it for so long.

"There's still time to make things right."

"I'd like that." Bringing your interlocked hand to his lips he places a kiss on top of your knuckles.

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[angst-buritto-wips-writing]

X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies) WIP Dark!Charles Cherik

Charles often wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t been born with his mutation and had been unable to hide it during his early years, and had instead gained it at a later age when he would be more wary and knew to keep it hidden. Would his mother have still had him committed until he learned to hide his mutation and pretend to be normal? Would he be a better person? A worse person? Would he have met Raven under the same circumstances?

 He met Raven on his first week out of the asylum at 14, her at 8, and he manipulated the household and their minds to believe she was his sister and had lived there all her life; it had her in awe and fear at the same time, but that was replaced with hero worship when he got the story of her parents from her, and within the week, and after a trip to upstate New York, informed her that she didn’t have to worry about her parents any longer. It was no big loss, really; they were terrible people, and Charles was doing the world a favour — anyone who tried to drown their child when they found out about their gift deserved what was coming to them, in Charles’ opinion.

Now, 28 years old and watching dispassionately as the scientist, who had been experimenting on the semi-unconscious teen lying on the metal table, writhed on the floor, as his red face slowly turned purple because he had conveniently forgotten how to breathe. When the human finally went limp, brain empty and pulse no longer beating, Charles stepped over the trash and motioned at the mind he could feel coming into the room behind him.

“Did you get the files, Raven?” Charles asked his sister, not looking up from studying the restraints on the boy. They looked like they were made specifically to hold the teen — Subject H171, according to the tattoo on the teen’s arm. Charles sneered; these humans were no better than Nazis, branding anyone they deemed less-than-human with numbers, stripping their identity from them and experimenting on them.

Only a moment later, he realized there was another mind with Raven. This mind felt…it felt. 

The pain, sadness and rage, yet still with a core of aching brightness not yet snuffed pouring off this mind, had Charles salivating. Charles wanted to wrap himself in that mind and drown in its beating pulse, wanted to plant himself in it and grow roots upon roots and let it grow fruit, let seasons pass and grow a forest full of just himself and ErikErikErik. 

Turning around, hoping his face didn’t show his hunger, Charles came face to face with one of the most devastatingly handsome yet dangerous-looking men he had ever seen. 

He had the most intriguing grey-green eyes, which Charles first noticed about Erik Lehnsherr. Those eyes were haunted by whatever ghosts lay in Erik’s past, and Charles had to force himself not just to take the knowledge of what those ghosts were from Erik’s mind. 

And Erik’s mutation…it was a beautiful thing — a Ferrokinetic, how fascinating. While a gorgeous gift, it would also be incredibly useful.  

“Who’s this?” Charles asked lightly, throwing the teens arm over his shoulder and lifting him up.

Raven rolled her golden eyes at him. “As if you haven’t read his mind already, Charles. You know exactly who he is.”

Erik’s attention snapped to him, and his lips parted, looking surprised, then awed. 

“Indeed, though It’s always polite to ask, darling,” Charles conceded. 

“You can read minds?” Erik asks. Was the man always shirtless? He looked like he could use a good meal or twenty, but he was still achingly gorgeous. “Is that your curse?”

Charles frowned and narrowed his eyes, immediately seeking the memory attached to Erik’s misunderstanding of mutations. He stepped into a memory.

“Mein junge. Mein kleiner,” Herr Doktor crooned, cupping his face, “Your powers are destructive, a curse; imagine if we could make your curse work for us?”

“Du..Du hast meine Mutter getötet.” You killed my mother.

“Nein, mein kleiner, du hast sie getötet, with your curse. But I can teach you how to control the power, use all that rage towards other means, hm? The Nazis think small, Mein Junge, but I think big, ja?”

“…Ja, Herr Doktor.”

“Wunderbar.”

More flashes of the Camps and Herr Doktor Schmidtt, the experiments, the torture, pushing Erik’s power beyond its limits until he passed out for days at a time, nose and ears bleeding and eyes bloodshot with broken vessels, passed through Charles’ mind until he got to the memories of the Camps being raided and Erik being rescued, only for his power to be discovered and Erik being sent into the nearest American government lab, then another, and another, for years, until a gloriously blue woman in a short skimpy leather outfit burst through the doors of the operating room where they were about to amputate his hands to see if that would affect his control over his power, and killed the surgeons and the Doktor’s with a flash of blue hands and feet.

Blinking, Charles took a moment to control his rage, unwilling to accidentally hurt his sister or the two mutants in the room by letting them feel the full force of his anger. Judging by Erik’s flinch, though,  he was unable to hide the rage that showed on his face. 

“Oh, my friend, I am not angry at you; I am angry at everyone who hurt you and this boy, Those humans who told you that your gift was a curse. You are not alone, Erik.” Charles smiled at the man. “You are not alone, and you are not cursed.”  

Charles hadn’t even noticed he had moved to stand close to Erik or that he had reached out to cup the older man’s cheeks between his palms, not until he felt the aborted sob that Erik let out at Charles’ words.  

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[mysterious-ocarina]

My Darling (NSFW)

Sub!Charles Xavier x female!reader

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(2.6k words)

A/N this doesn’t necessarily take place in the canon timeline, somewhere near First Class is what I was imagining. I got inspiration for your mutation from poison ivy from dc comics

“It’s a very groovy muta…”

You couldn’t bring yourself to listen anymore, turning back around to face Raven with a sigh.

“I don’t need to be a mind reader to know what you’re thinking about,” Raven nudged you. You grew up with the two mutants, arriving a few years after Raven. Being the only other female, you became very close, pretty much like sisters.

“Well, what should I be thinking?” you asked with a sad look on your face.

“That we both know, you’re the only girl that Charles has had his eyes on,” Raven replied. She was under the delusion that Charles reciprocated your feelings.

“Tell that to the girl that he is literally staring at. He even used that stupid mutation line on her,” you sighed, pointing at the two of them, the girl laughing at something Charles said.

“Yeah, but he uses that line on all the girls. It’s not anything special and neither is she,” she reassured you. Before you could say anything back you watched as the girl flirtatiously walked away from Charles, offering him a small wave.

You summoned a vine, putting it in front of the woman’s heels. Both you and Raven giggled as she tripped and walked off embarrassed. Hearing your giggles, Charles looked at you, briefly hearing your thoughts.

Walking over to you guys, he admonished, “Why would you do that?”

“Do what?” you replied innocently before pettily turning your back to him, fire red hair flipping behind you. “I think I’m going to head back to the mansion, I’m getting tired.”

You quickly walked off, not waiting for a reply. Back at the mansion, you sluggishly walked past Erik who regarded you with concern. “What’s up with you?”

“A groovy mutation,” you mockingly replied, stopping your footsteps. “Is there something wrong with me? Does he really only see me as another sister?”

Surprised by your outburst, Erik calmly responded, “So, this is about Charles.”

“Of course this is about him. I’m going to grow old and become a crazy cat lady. And the only thing I’ll be known for is being Professor X’s sister. Not, his lover, his girlfriend, his wife, not even some girl he occasionally sleeps with,” you ranted. You tended to be temperamental and dramatic, so your rant wasn’t that off putting for Erik to listen to.

“You know, you could always just tell him how you feel,” Erik offered, making you sigh.

“He can read minds, for Christ's sake. I shouldn’t have to tell him anything,” you finished. You sulked all the way outside to the gardens.

Coming up to your favorite tree, you made a series of soft vines into the shape of a hammock for you to lay on. This was something you commonly did when you needed a break or you needed to calm down.

When Charles and Raven got home to the mansion, Charles went off to find you. He loved spending time with you, especially in the late hours of the night. These were the times you were most comfortable with each other, often involved in deep conversation. It was these late nights that made you fall in love with each other, not that you knew of Charles’ feelings.

Charles, looking out the window, saw you curled up in vines under your tree. Grabbing his softest blankets and a few pillows, he made his way outside to you.

“Are you awake?” Charles whispered.

You groggily turned around, barely replying with a hum, and falling right back asleep.

Charles smiled dreamily at your sleeping form, projecting the image of a calm meadow into your mind. He softly placed one of the pillows under your head then placed the other one next to yours. Crawling into the vined hammock, Charles placed the blankets over the both of you before falling into a dreamless sleep.

When you woke the next morning, you were surprised to find not only soft blankets covering you but also strong arms holding you close to a firm chest. Turning around slowly you found a peaceful Charles still sleeping. You snuggled closer into his chest, not wanting the moment to end.

Charles rustled next to you, “Good morning.”

Wow, his voice is so sexy like this, you thought. “Morning.”

Charles smiled at you, you hoped he didn’t hear your last thought.

“How did you sleep?” he asked you.

“I slept amazing actually. I dreamt of a beautiful forest scene,” you replied, raising your eyebrow at him. He often would give you good dreams, especially if you weren’t sleeping well. You had gotten so used to it, that you could tell the difference between dreams you actually had, and ones that he gave you.

“I found you out here, last night, and I didn’t want you to get cold or anything,” Charles replied bashfully.

“I’m not complaining, am I?” you sassily replied.

Charles simply just brought you closer to his chest. You both laid there for most of the day until Charles was needed by Hank.

As soon as you could, you went to find Raven. She was in the middle of a conversation with Erik when you found her. You grabbed her, urgently telling Erik, “Sorry, it’s very important. I need Raven right now.”

“What the hell?” Raven asked you once you made it to your room. You explained what you woke up to this morning, making her even more giddy than you were.

“This is perfect. He’s definitely into you,” Raven offered excitedly.

“Well what do I do about it?” you asked. You

“You should make your move tonight after dinner,” Raven explained. She then went into a detailed fake scenario about what will happen. You tuned her out to think of your own plan.

After your talk with Raven, you ended up taking a short nap. When you woke up, you realized you would be late for dinner, so you quickly freshened up and made your way down.

You could hear the usual commotion of dinner, except it sounded a bit more hectic than usual. Upon walking into the dining area you noticed three things. First, your chair that was usually between Charles and Raven, was broken to pieces in its spot. Next, you saw Hank and Alex wrestle about on the floor. Then last, you noticed an annoyed Charles, a bemused Raven, and a thrilled Erik.

“What the hell happened?” you questioned. At the sound of your voice, the two boys on the ground got up swiftly, pointing a finger at each other.

“The boys thought to bring their wrestle match inside. Your chair as well as a couple unsuspecting vases were victims of this,” Charles explained with a sigh.

“Well where do I sit?” you asked. Neither Hank or Alex made eye contact with you, not wanting to give up their seats.

“What about Charles' leg? I want you to still be next to me, but you would crush my small thighs,” Raven smirked at you. You knew exactly what she was trying to suggest, you just hoped that Charles didn’t pick up on it.

“I’m okay with that,” Charles replied, scooting his chair out a bit so you could fit.

Softly sitting on his lap, with a blush, you complimented, “Ever the gentleman.”

From there, thankfully, dinner went as usual. Noone seemed to care about you sitting on Charles lap. You were embarrassed and nervous the entire time, but no one seemed to pay any mind, except Raven who throughout your conversation was giving you slight smirks. Eventually, Raven was talking to Hank in front of you, so you were quietly finishing your food.

Finishing your food, you leaned back onto Charles. He coughed but said nothing. Turning around to look at him, you moved and you felt something under you. With direct eye contact with Charles, you softly moved your hips to confirm your suspicions.

That definitely won’t help, Charles breathily informed you in your mind. Be a good girl, and keep still.

With a blush, you replied, And if I don’t want to?

Charles gave you a raised brow in surprise. You hoped that you weren’t too forward or made him uncomfortable. The longer he took to reply, the more disappointed you got that he did not share your feelings.

As you were about to get up, Charles held your waist down. Softly rubbing one of your arms, he offered, Don’t worry Darling. I’m not opposed, I was just a bit taken by surprise. I assumed you saw me as nothing more than an adoptive brother.

Facing forward again to not alarm anyone to your silent conversation, I definitely don’t think of you as a brother.

You reassured your statement with a soft grind onto the hardened bulge in his pants. He breathed in your ear, gripping your arm tightly.

Keep grinding, and see what happens, Charles hinted.

Grinding harder against him, you replied, What are you thinking?

I’m thinking about taking you right on this table, he tried sounding harsh but the pleasure you were giving him only made him sound desperate.

Aww, are you that sensitive? Imagine what it will feel like when I do this without our clothes in the way, you seductively teased.

Charles shifted, letting out an almost silent whine. You looked around to see if anyone heard but everyone was too busy in their own conversations. You shifted again before ordering, I would be quiet if I were you Charles. We don’t want anyone to know about your little problem.

With a hard grind, you emphasized, Or should I call it a big problem?

Charles lightly panted behind you and if you saw his face, you would have seen it brushed with a red tint.

What do you say we sneak out of here? Charles almost begged.

Now that would be rude to leave in the middle of dinner, with that you turned to Raven and started a conversation with her, ignoring him.

Throughout the rest of dinner, you would shift just to tease Charles. He was squeezing your waist as a way to control himself. You noticed him to be a complete mess and when someone talked to him, you would start grinding making him stutter his words. 

When dinner was over, which Charles would claim was hours long, you two were the last to leave.

When you finally got up, you turned around to observe Charles. His face was incredibly flushed, his pants looked a bit too tight on his bulge, and there was even a small spot of precum darkening his pants.

“Do I truly have this kind of effect on you?” you questioned with a blush.

He simply got closer to you, kissing you with so much passion you thought you would fall over. It felt like fireworks finally being able to kiss him. Your whole body flushed, and you felt your panties get even more wet than they were before.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for years,” he told you. “So yes, you very much do have that effect on me.”

“Then take me to your room, Professor,” you addressed. You watched as his eyes darkened at the use of his title. He held your hand as you both swiftly made your way to his room.

Once in his room, you softly urged him towards his bed. You continued your kiss, sitting on his lap. He had his hands exploring as much of your body as he could reach, your hands simply running through his hair.

I wonder if I should pull it, you briefly thought. Charles moaned into your mouth. You stopped kissing him to give an experimental tug on his soft hair, forcing a loud groan to come from his mouth.

“Oh, is that what you want, Professor?” you teased, with a smirk.

He simply nodded in response, grinding you on him harder.

Getting off of him, you replied, “I think I need words, Professor. What do you want me to do to you tonight?”

With a flushed face and panting breath, he begged, “Please, I need you to fuck me.”

“Such lewd words, Charles,” you teased, before summoning vines to wrap around his wrists, connecting him to the bed. He whined in protest to your actions. “I don’t think you’re allowed to touch me yet, Professor.”

You straddled his waist and resumed kissing him. With his hands tied, he wasn’t able to touch you the way that he wanted to, sending a short, please, into your mind. You ignored him to kiss all around his face and neck.

You slowly kissed down his neck, finding his sweet spots and making him moan. You made marks along his neck, then his collarbones, making your way all the way down.

You softly ran your nails down his abs making him shiver in pleasure. You gave slight pecks and licks until you got to his v-line, “Should I take off your pants, Professor?”

“Please, darling,” he whined. You pulled his pants off, but left his briefs off.

Rubbing him through his briefs, watching the wet pot of precum get bigger, you teased,” I quite like the way you look. Sitting under me, you look so handsome.”

Blushing at your compliment, he wiggled his hips, urging you to touch him. You obliged by bringing your mouth close to the tent in his briefs and blowing hot air on to him.

“Please touch me, darling. I want you to fuck me,” Charles all but cried.

“Whatever you want, honey,” you replied as you finally pulled his briefs down his legs. At the sight of his cock hitting his stomach, you quickly got up to shed all of your clothes. Charles admired your naked body, wishing that he could touch you and please you.

You sat back on his naked thighs to touch him. As your fingers rubbed his cock, he let out a loud moan that had arousal pooling in you. You quickly got on your knees and sank your body fully on him.

He felt so good, stretching you out, that you let out an erotic cry that had him twitching inside you. “You like my cunt, honey?”

“Yes, you feel absolutely perfect,” he complimented. Fully adjusted to his length, you finally started to move. You place your hands on his chest for balance and set a pulsing rhythm.

You decided that you teased Charles enough, so you let the vines wrapped around him go, letting him move freely. He swiftly grabbed your hips, pounding into you.

The rhythm and speed at which Charles was pounding you with, had him touching the right spots, making you quiver in his arms. He brought a hand down to your clit, rubbing it harshly.

“Are you close, Professor?” you asked breathily. He nodded his head in response. “Well that’s too bad, you aren’t allowed to come until I do.”

He whined in protest but kept going at a harsh pace. He flipped you over, hitting the perfect spot inside of you. You moaned and shook under him, approaching your orgasm.

“Make me cum, handsome,” you whispered. At your command, he brought his hand back down to your clit. He rubbed you inside and out with such passion that he had you cumming quickly and blissfully. You moaned out his name, squeezing around him, making him cum too.

Laying down peacefully next to him, you both dreamily stared at each other.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Charles softly whispered to you.

You smiled back at him, “You too, handsome.”

As you were drifting to sleep, Charles asked you, “Will you be my Darling forever?”

“I want nothing more,” you replied, giving him a soft kiss.

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[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

id like a charles x reader who has chaos magic(wanda) as a mutation 😊😊 if ur not busy thxx

A/N: Here you go, dear. Happy reading!

Accident

Pairing: Charles Xavier x gn!reader

Warning: fluff

Summary: NO. you will not bake the Christmas cookies. last year you nearly burned the kitchen

You stood in the kitchen of the mansion mixing the batter for the cookies you intended to make. So far everything smelled good. The ingredients you needed flew around you. In the background played an old recording of Christmas songs. Your hands held the bowl and mixed the batter while you controlled the packet of flour. The eggs hovered next to the bowl while the milk slowly drizzled into the mix.

Charles rolled into the kitchen and saw with horror what you were doing. “NO. You will not bake the Christmas cookies. Last year you nearly burned the kitchen.” The eggs came crashing onto the kitchen counter, the flour fell into the bowl and the milk was spilled all over the floor. Charles’s eyes were wide as were yours.

You looked over to the man in the wheelchair and met with equal wide eyes. “This mess isn’t mine. You spooked me.” Charles slowly nodded.

You looked at the mixing bowl and pouted, “I had it under control. I was so focused and I followed the recipe to a t.” You pointed over to the baking book with the cookie recipe open. Your pout deepened into a frown. “I had it under control. I promise Charles. No chaos in my magic.”

Charles’s lip quirked up into a little smile as he listened to your small voice. His heartstrings were pulled with every sentence. “I am so sorry, my darling. How can I make it up to you?” You looked at him and shrugged. “You don’t have any knowledge on how to reset time, do you?” He shook his head. “Maybe there is some book where my powers are described. Maybe I haven’t unlocked this ability yet.” Charles chuckled at your musing. “Maybe you haven’t yet, love.”

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[black-widow134]

Got back into reading fanfiction again, here are some (more) of my favourite dadneto/magneto family fanfics;

(will be adding to the list)

Every cloud has a silver lining (and a scarlet one) // 53851 words // 10 chapters - https://archiveofourown.org/works/37596463/chapters/93843133

To the stars who listen… // 91686 words // 20 chapters // Magneto (xmen apocalypse) fic - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31485110/chapters/77883419

The Night Shift // 30113 words // 7 chapters // dadneto — https://archiveofourown.org/works/33331009/chapters/82772923

Edge of Nineteen // 4900+ words // 4 chapters - https://archiveofourown.org/works/29933331/chapters/73678035

The Witch's Vindication // 41433 words // 17 chapters // xmen evolution fanfic — https://archiveofourown.org/works/23212645/chapters/55570771

The Adventures Of Young Peter Maximoff // 35071 words // 13 chapters — https://archiveofourown.org/works/23684482/chapters/56861197

Twin Troubles // 26k+ words // 9 chapters — https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12423578/1/Twin-Troubles

The beginning of something familiar // 10k+ words // 5 chapters — https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11955883/1/The-Begining-of-Something-Familiar

Late Again // 132498 words // 19 chapters — https://archiveofourown.org/works/7082626/chapters/16097917

Five Times Quicksilver Doesn’t Tell Magneto He’s His Son and the One Time He Does // 11855 + words // 6 chapters — https://archiveofourown.org/works/19247407/chapters/45770434

Tiny Terrors // 26144 words // 9 chapters - https://archiveofourown.org/works/32943280/chapters/81760546

Peter Maximoff v Life, Terrorists, & Awkward Family Conversations // 13764 words // 1 chapter — https://archiveofourown.org/works/6890533?view_adult=true

Reverse Star Wars // 8k+ words // 7 chapters - https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11956321/1/

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[countrymusiclover]

Battle of the Mind and Heart

Addison Shaw, as in the daughter of Sebastian Shaw. Yes, you heard me correctly... Erik Lehnsherr is on the hunt for who he calls his creator. He seeks revenge and hates him for what he did to him. Yet along the way, he can't hide that he feels something for the daughter of the man he wants to kill.

One - The Man Who Can Control Metal

Two - We’re not Alone

Three - We Can Actually Have Trust

Four - Second Chances Can Happen

Five - Our Own Release

Six - The Day before Cuba

Seven - Cuba Beach

Eight - Cuba Beach pt 2

Nine - 50 Years From Now?

Ten - Erik and JFK

Eleven- Reunions and the Pentagon

Twelve - Intense Plane Conversations

Thirteen - My Life with Charles Xavier

Fourteen - Still On Different Sides

Fifteen - Professor X and Mystique

Sixteen - The Future War

Seventeen - Changing the Future

Eighteen - The Lehnsherr Family

Nineteen - The X Gene

Twenty - Simple Life Gone Wrong

Twenty One -

???

Comments really appreciated ❤️

Tag list - ask to be added (in my ask box please) @aintinacage @hiraethrhapsody @mostlymarvelgirl @importantgalaxyrunaway

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[quickiesgirl]

Can you write reader is Charles daughter x Quicksilver?and she's very introverted?!? She has the same powers as Charles where she newly joined the other mutants and also she was the youngest one like 18-20y/o

Sorry, this took so long for me to finish. I've been overloaded with requests. Hopefully, you like it! <3

Study Buddies - Peter Maximoff

Paring: Peter Maximoff x Fem!Xavier Reader Warning: Friends To Lovers, Introverted!Reader, Shared First Kiss, Playful Teasing.

You were an introvert for as long as your father could remember. Charles always noticed how shy and silent you were towards others.

While kids were outside playing together, you were enjoying your own company. Only ever open and vulnerable to people you felt most comfortable around. 

Not long after the X-men were formed, you had turned 19, and your father finally allowed you to join. You were Xavier's daughter to your fellow members. A very reserved yet observant, strong, and powerful mutant. 

One member, a certain silver-haired speedster, craved your affection. He wanted to know more about you and yearned to share those deep and intimate moments with you.  

You had met Peter throughout the chaos of the apocalypse. Now, he was moved into the bedroom beside yours with another teammate, Scott Summers. 

On this particular day, you headed down the long, empty corridors of the school while all the kids were in class. The sound of your footsteps echoed through the halls, and the muffled voices became clearer from your father's study. 

The closer you got you recognized that fast-speaking, gruff sounded voice. It was Peter. You peeked into the open doors, locking eyes with his dark brown gaze that adored you so sweetly in passing. 

You eyed him for a quick second, taking in all the features you adored, like his dimples that formed when those soft, kissable lips curled into a smile and that cute little beauty mark on his nose. 

You glanced back down and began heading up the wooden staircase, squeezing the books encased in your arms tightly as a fluttering sensation filled your stomach and warmth filled your cheeks. 

“Oh, Y/n?” You stopped in your tracks and took a step back while you heard your father's voice call you. You turned around on your toes and walked over to his study, “Yeah, dad?” 

“Peter is having a bit of difficulty with his studies. Would you mind helping him?” Charles asked, glancing between the two of you. 

“Uh, yeah, of course, I’ll help.” 

-

You knocked on the bedroom door and felt a light breeze of wind across your body as the door opened in a blink of an eye. 

“Hey, thanks for coming,” Peter smiled as he nervously shoved his hands in the tight leather pockets of his pant, trying to cover up the fact that he was practically star-struck by how cute you looked in your oversized shirt and your favorite pair of black jeans that notably hugged your beautiful hips. 

You could feel his eyes wandering across your body, and it took everything to keep you from seeing what was in that pretty boy's mind. 

“Of course! I’m happy to help. Ready to study?” 

“Yeah, I believe so. Come on in,” Peter said, holding the door open. You walked into his surprisingly neat bedroom, cleaned up last minute, especially for this occasion, and sat on the end of his striped mattress, taking a moment to admire the small rock band posters across his side of the room. You two shared a great love for music.

“You have great taste.” You pointed towards the wall, watching the man speed across you on the mattress, laying the study material between you two. 

“So do you.” He added, noticing you tilt your head in curiosity, wondering what he knew, “oh, uh, I hear your music in the middle of the night. Hendrix, Bowie, Depeche Mode, Rolling Stones. They’re some of my favorites.” 

 “Mine too.” You say, sweetly smiling, your lashes fluttering up at him. He catches himself before he gets lost in your eyes and clears his throat. His pink tongue pushed out and licked his bottom lip with one quick swipe.

“So, Scott snuck off to Jean’s room. Luckily, we won’t have to hear him complaining about how loud and noisy we’re being.” #

Your eyebrows perked as the sudden realization hit him, embarrassment rushing over his face, not expecting to make a fool of himself this early on. 

“T-that isn’t what it s-sounds like.” He studdered, listening to you giggle softly behind your hand, finding it adorable. 

-

Peter sat across you, doing his very best to concentrate though he was struggling, something about your soft touches, smiles, and reassurance only made it better. 

This boy made you feel comfortable like you could be yourself around him. Then you realized, your father did this on purpose. 

Charles could see how much you truly adored this boy, and he knew this would be a great bonding experience. Putting the two of you together was giving you a little push that you wouldn’t normally get, helping you out of your shell to make a move, and so far, you were seeing sparks. 

“Fuck yes!” Peter grinned happily after getting all your questions correct, pulling you from your train of thought. 

The silver-haired man leaned back against the wall, arms crossing behind his head with his chest puffed out as he playfully boasted about his success, “I’m pretty much a pro at this point.” 

“Your very cute when your bragging.” You teasingly smiled, finding it even adorable when he attempted to hide that pretty, blushing face of his. 

“Well, you're a very cute teacher, Ms. Xavier.” 

Your cheeks grew warm to the touch, experiencing the same feelings as him. You glanced down, picking at a piece of paper before looking back into his dark, lustful eyes, speaking softly, “I-I really enjoy hanging out with you, Pete.”

“Really? You do?” He asked, expression changing to surprise, mouth slightly widened, brows raised as he brought his arms down and rested his elbows upon his knees. 

“Yeah. You're so sweet to me, and I feel so comfortable around you.” 

Peter's eyes traveled between your eyes and lips. One thing on his mind, and that was how badly he wanted to kiss those perfect lips of yours. Butterflies filled your stomach while you leaned forward, moving your body towards his, hands straddling his knees, sending chills down his spine. 

Peter’s lips were inches away from yours before the door suddenly swung open, startling the both of you, and causing your body to jolt back from his. 

There was Scott, interrupting the moment, “Hey, dude, where’s my- oh... My bad, I didn’t think you had company… I’ll uh leave you guys to it.” 

The door shut quickly, and looking back, resting your hand comfortably upon his knee, “I better get going anyway so you can get some rest for tomorrow’s test.” 

“Y-yeah, you’re right.” He nodded understandably, mind racing with a billion thoughts, unable to get that picture out of his mind of your bodies moving together, lips being closer than ever. But, before he knew it, the night was ending, he helped you to the door and thanked you sweetly for everything. 

As you stepped out of the door, you felt your regret rush over you, there was still something you wanted to do, and you built your courage before turning around and gazing back at Peter. “Hey, maybe you could come over sometime when you hear my music. We can listen together.” 

“Yeah! I’d love that.” 

You took a step forward and latched your fingers onto the collar of his shirt, “Good…” 

 You stood on your toes and connected your lips with his, sharing a sweet, long-awaited kiss. The speedster's eyes broadened widely before all his thoughts suddenly washed away, melting into a blushing mess of euphoria. 

Peter was soft, gentle, and sweet like sugar. You couldn’t get enough of him. He was perfect. 

As you reluctantly pulled away, you smirked teasingly, whispering into his ear seductively, “Night, Maximoff,” before walking back to your room, hips swaying with pride, leaving the lover boy too stunned to speak. 

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[imagininglotsofthings]

So Many Ideas....

I have SO many ideas for Erik Lehnsherr fanfiction. Or also including Charles Xavier, as well. In so many different capacities. Some just well, smut, others with a story or both. Fluff, comfort, I guess sort of angsty, and some I can't even define. And wondering if some should be an original character, and could be read all together or separately... too many ideas!! Where do I start??????

Honestly, any idea of what sort of thing you'd like? Fluff, angsty, smut? A combo? I have many ideas of how a first time could go, too... if you know what I mean. And any preferences? Let me know?....

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