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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 8 months

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Dark Magik, Part III

Lani, a teenage witch trapped in the spirit world, must escape and stop her powerful warlock of an ancestor (Erik Stevens) from wreaking havoc.

Part 2

Tags: Non-con & Light Smut

Having left the home of his descendants, Erik happened upon a black couple laughing together as they exited a black corvette that was nothing he'd ever seen. It was sleek, curvy, and low to the ground like something a Sci-Fi book would conjure. Was it fast? It looked fast.

"Nice wheels. What year is it," he asked, unsure of the modern lingo, but ever dapper.

"Oh, it's a 2020. We got it right in the middle of covid." The guy was eager to talk cars with Erik, but Erik didn't have the time.

"Damn. The 2020s, huh?" He'd been dead since 1963, born at the end of the 1920s. "I see a lot's changed."

He could also see it in their clothing. They were styled in a way that dated him. He looked to be from a different era, which meant he needed a new look, but not until he got out to see more of the town. This wasn't New Orleans where his roots were. It couldn't have been. It didn't look or smell the same. The family had migrated, likely to escape the voodoo culture he was a fixture in.

"What state am I in," he asked the male of the couple.

"You seem like you might be kinda lit, I don't know," he responded, trying to determine if Erik was under the influence.

"The state. Where am I?"

"Oh, Brooklyn."

"New York," his partner corrected.

It was a long way to go. Erik wasn't shocked, just a little disappointed, but the emotion was short-lived.

"Hand me your keys," he reached, receiving them in his hand. All it took was the power of suggestion to enchant the owners. After all, his iwa lived for the trickery. They loved a good finesse. "I'm in need of some adult entertainment, some liquor, and a nice cigar. Any worthwhile suggestions?"

"Idk, but Times Square is the top tourist spot," said the man. "You'll find something."

"Sapphic," the woman interjected. "It's a strip club.. little on the bougie side."

"Interesting.. You folks enjoy your night," Erik dismissed, starting the car. He took a moment to examine the corvette interior, familiarizing himself with the controls before driving off.

Everything was so different. New technology, integration, and the futuristic cityscape had him wandering, taking it all in. There were crowds of people in mixed company, and so much to see that made him hungry to sin. He had vices to feed.

Sapphic was lit clearly for him as if it were ordained for him to be there. On entry, he could only describe it as alluring. There was everything he'd asked for and more, and all it took to obtain whatever he wanted was a simple suggestion. That was the strength of his magic. Anything he wanted was always at his fingertips.

Erik glanced around the club, making eye contact with a deep skinned half-naked dancer on stage with huge breasts covered in glittering stones like a showgirl. He sat an a table next to the stage, ordering a Hurricane from the cocktail waitress.

"I love that zoot suit," she stalled by his table even after taking his order. "The 20s to 40s are my favorite era."

Erik smirked, recognizing game.

"This is my era. I'll take the 2020s any day, but anything you wanna know about back in the day, you just ask your Uncle Erik."

She couldn't have been more than 21, but Erik didn't mind at all. Like he didn't mind that the dancer was on stage with her routine, he used his subtle power of persuasion to disrupt her show and lure her from the stage and onto his lap, planting his hands on her breasts to squeeze. They were grade A plump and soft in his grasp.

"No touching the strippers," security threatened to no avail. Erik always knew what he wanted and never stopped until he got it.

The cocktail waitress brought his drink, standing there in surprise as he drained the glass like it was water and he'd been in a drought. "Another one," he handed the glass back. From the outside, he was building the start of a small harem. He was an attractive guy with a mysterious and confident air. He was a threat to the male ego.

He continued to grope the dancer, reaching into her panties for a feel. There were no more warnings. Security pulled them apart, which pissed Erik off. A 200-something lb Mexican man with pitbull attitude telling him to leave the club didn't scare him. He grabbed for his preference once more, and when Security intervened, Erik hit him in the face, starting a brawl. Erik couldn't be pinned down. He found space to down another Hurricane like an energy drink between hits.

"Been a minute since I beat somebody's ass," Erik grunted, lifting the 200+ lb man over his head and throwing him over the bar, smashing the back mirror. "This is fun."

Security hadn't only blacked out.. He was dead.

"Move on," Erik instructed his audience, basking in his win. "You," he pointed to the cocktail waitress. "Keep the Hurricanes coming."

"You," he pointed the the DJ, "Gimme something with some drums, some bass."

"You," he pointed, walking back to his pick of strippers. "Give me the godliest head that I deserve and then fuck me until your entire body goes numb."

"I'm just a dancer," she said quickly, hands up in defense, "And I'm married."

That didn't mean a damn thing to Erik. "Is he here?" He closed in on her, taking her hand to lead her back to his lap, but she was hesitant.

"Yes, actually, he's a cook here."

"Oh yeah? I don't believe you," Erik teased. "Go get him."

He watched her, amused as she looked back at him, rushing off into the kitchen like she'd make a break for it. She came back with a white man who smelled like meat. Erik wrinkled his nose.

"He don't count. You got another husband back there or is this it?"

"What's this about," the husband asked, defensive in front of his woman.

"Hurricane," the cocktail waitress appeared.

"Thank ya, sweetheart," Erik took a large gulp, setting down the glass and looking back to ol'man. "Well, you sure know to pick'em. You bagged a pretty lil thing," Erik sized him up. "I asked your wife to give me the godliest head followed by sex to rival my ex-wife. She had a realllll wet pussy. I'm tryna see if your wife can compare. She felt like I needed to ask you.

As expected, the man was willing to fight for his wife's honor even knowing he'd lose. Erik didn't beat him, he merely sat him down at a table near the stage.

"Come here lil thang," he gestured for the dancer, using his power. She sat on his lap in a neighboring seat. "Tell me, what's ya name man?"

"Vince," he blurted with no control.

"Vince... What does your wife do in bed that drives you absolutely wild?"

Despite resisting, Vince was forced to comply, and Erik took great humor in his humiliation.

"Go on, Vince... Where does her talent lie? What is it that makes yo toes cuuurl?"

"When she rides reverse cowgirl and has me finish in her mouth," he admitted painfully.

"Well then. That's a lovely recommendation. Young lady, will you do me the honor?" It wasn't a question, and she didn't have a choice. She immediately began riding him, lost in the sweet fantasy Erik gave her. In her mind, she was fucking her husband in the safety and privacy of her home. In reality, she was fuckin the shit out of Erik in the open. It was a special sort of hypnosis Erik had learned. It was quick and subtle but extremely efficient. She was bouncing off of his bare dick, covering it in her essence as Erik held onto her for her own balance.

"You were right," Erik bragged. "Your wife can really ride a dick. I can feel her pussy gripping me warmly like a catcher's mit. Look at my dick disappearing in that pussy, sliding into home. Open your eyes and have a look. That good black pussy sliding down this big black dick? You could never please a pussy like this. You see that pussy opening up on my dick? It's because you don't be getting in there right to hit all the jazzy spots. Look at it. You should see it. You ever seen your wife this wet? You see all that creamy residue left behind?"

Vince looked sick to his stomach, but Erik wasn't done torturing him. He nutted in her and smiled at Vince's pain.

"That's a full negro baby in ya lil lady like it should be... Let me do you the honor now," Erik threw his head back, glowing in his nut. "You tell her to clean it off... Come on," he sat back up. "Don't leave me hanging!"

Vince fought as hard as possible against the hypnosis but couldn't resist. On his command, his wife sucked Erik off, locked in her own fantasy world. Erik busted once more in her mouth and relaxed himself to enjoy the afterglow.

"I'm tired of looking at you. Walk into the road and stand there until you get hit," he ordered, dismissing him. He released the stripper from her fantasy, watching her face change to shock and embarrassment as she quickly removed herself from him. Erik caught her arm. "Serve me now. Only me."

She looked around, the look on her face frightened. All around her, people were trapped by his whims, told to basically mind their business and shut up.

"Where's Vince," she asked. Erik rolled his eyes, tired of Vince.

"Come on, it's time to move. Don't nobody care about your husband. He dead."

The woman became so unbearable about it, in grief and anger, Erik had to put her under once more.

"There you go. You're so much better when you shut the fuck up. Peck me a kiss," he pointed to his cheek, jumping up when she happily did so. "Alright!"

He moved to the gambling tables, talking shit in good humor, ignoring the fearful side-eyes as he clapped the man beside him on the back.

"Sup, brotha... I gotta have some chips to start with," he scooped the man's chips. "Cuz I'm betting it all on black!"

All night, he gambled for glory, drinking with a harem of four women surrounding him and doing shots. He'd been drinking liquor out of every nook and cranny on their lithe bodies, and he didn't even have to hyponotize them all. It only built his ego. They hung around his neck and shoulders, decorating him like a fur and and when the club closed at 4, they were each ready and willing to go anywhere he went. He had all the money.

Erik had them lead him to the finest hotel, and he was pleasantly surprised by the quality. It was so rich that he felt like he belonged. He let them negotiate the presidential suite while he paid and went up with them in the elevator. He lived for the envy on other men's faces and flaunted his women with his arms around them.

Once in his suite, he indulged in the views. He had amenities at his fingertips and how he'd missed baths and showers with women. There was no way Erik wouldn't live in luxury if he were only alive for a day. He crossed his ankles, naked and glistening on the bed having been rubbed down in oil by his women who were enjoying the room, room service, and watching him watch television. This wasn't the Lone Ranger or black and white tv, it was Escaping Polygamy and I Killed My BFF.

Erik was enthralled, focused on the show more than the building number of women in his bed. They were burying him in the heat of their nude bodies, taking turns riding him raw. Anything for the cash. On commercial breaks, Erik rolled over, taking turns breaking their backs. They were insatiable. Even the recent widow was getting her back beat in.

Then the day broke. Erik was still enraptured in TV while the women were fast asleep on him. When his show was over, he carefully peeled himself from the jenga cube arrangement of women and took a leak, looking in the mirror. He missed seeing his own reflection.

He missed causing chaos.

His features darkened with mischief.

In fervent prayer, he called upon the spirits within himself, summoning them as he watched his reflection, the white of his eyes going full black. The spirits heard his foreign chanting and quiet singing. He tip-toed to the bed of sleeping women, his words increasing in ferver as shadows danced and leaped mischievously on the walls, fencing the women in.

"DO YOU BELIEVE," Erik yelled, beating his chest rhythmically as they woke fearfully. His eyes were pure black, and shadows swirled around them, demonic faces appearing right before their eyes. "DO YOU BELIEVE THAT SPIRITS CAN ENTER YOUR BODIES?! LET THEM IN!"

They could hear the skittering. The scratching and the whispers grew louder and closer. The women began to seize, jerk, and shake uncontrollably, eyes rolling back in their sockets. A couple fell and rolled to the ground. One sizzled on her belly in a fit of foreign chanting. Their bodies were no longer their own.

For the past few hours, random spirits who bled through Lani's rip in the veil had been searching for bodies to inhabit. Some were deranged and murderous. Some were skilled in trickery and deception. Some were vengeful spirits looking for a way back to the human world. Erik couldn't pass on the allure of giving them a hand for the sake of his own whims. He'd already used the women.

"Lead me someplace worthwhile," Erik demanded. One thing about Erik was that he had the tendency to lean into darkness. If there was trouble to get into, he'd surely find it. "And clean yourselves up. Your bodies look like shit."

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gerec · 1 year

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Hello gerec, i have a favour to ask. Could you please point me to the best fics out there with a possessive Erik? Fics where Erik really obsesses over Charles and protects him with all he has?

Self-recs would also be lovely!

Thank you so much!

(And if that's not your cup of tea and you don't know such fics, nevermind. Thanks anyways!)

Hi Anon! I love possessive!Erik and so does this fandom :D Here are some fics I think you'll enjoy!!!

I can cut you into pieces when my heart is broken by BrightDream

Soon after being freed from the Pentagon, Erik realizes how Charles and Hank seem to be closer than ever. Predictably, he doesn't like this at all, and ends up confronting Charles about it in his apartment in Paris. Cue to some rough and possessive sex and a lot of feelings on both sides.

Rampage by wallhaditcoming (uvcatastrophe)

When police uncover evidence that notorious serial killer Magneto is obsessed with Professor Charles Xavier, they immediately move to put him into Witness Security. Only Xavier refuses. The police come up with trumped up charges to arrest him and thus keep him safe until they can apprehend the killer. Erik is not happy that the police have chosen to drag Charles into this and are now trying to keep him from him, and shows his displeasure the best way he knows how -- an increased body count.

Thief by wallhaditcoming (uvcatastrophe)

Erik takes steps to defend his most valued treasure from would-be-thieves. There is only one man who is allowed to steal from him.

Submission by FuryRed (series)

Charles didn’t belong in prison- literally, he really didn’t. Accused of a crime he didn’t commit, Charles unfortunately found himself held captive in the world’s most formidable mutant prison- a place where even his telepathy wouldn’t be able to save him.

The situation would be bad enough, but to make matters worse it turned out that the man who essentially ran the prison- an experienced criminal by the name of Erik Lehnsherr- had a habit of doing whatever was necessary to get what he wanted, and it just so happened that the thing he decided he wanted most… was Charles.

Mine by sienna

Erik decides to confront Charles after watching him flirt the night before and decides to prove who he really belongs to.

The City is At War by theydonotmove (series)

A non-powered High School AU, in which Charles and Erik are as obsessed with each other as they are with getting other people into bed.

Yours by pinkoptics

Charles knows that Erik is protective of the things that he owns. His clothes are always immaculately presented, his suitcase is neatly ordered, and his words are carefully spoken. It's a meticulousness that borders on obsession, but what concern is it of his? It isn't, not until Charles begins to realise that there's other things that Erik feels like he owns...

Charles' Killer by luchia

When detective Charles Xavier finds himself hunting down a vendetta-driven serial killer, it doesn't take long for him to realize he's in over his head. It only takes a little longer for him to realize his killer is, too.

Quiet Like a Fire by kianspo Charles has been in love with his best friend for years without realizing it. When he finally figures it out, Erik is married to a wonderful woman and has an adorable daughter, who thinks the world of Charles. Erik has the perfect life that Charles helped him build, so there is only one thing for it - get over his feelings. So what if his methods are unhealthy or if Erik has an opinion on the matter? Charles is determined to do the right thing.

serendipity by intentation (pwp)

Charles runs into his professor at a sex club. How can he possibly resist?

Playing With Fire by professor

Charles is a detective determined to catch a serial killer.

If the serial killer doesn't catch him first.

Blood and Steel and Miles Between by dreamlittleyo

On a beach in Cuba, Charles manages to talk Erik down from the edge. But even after the missiles have been diverted, compromise is impossible. There are two different futures to build, and Erik and Charles will always be separated by their principles. But when Charles is kidnapped and the X-Men can't find him, Erik will get him back no matter the consequences.

Meanwhile, trapped alone in his mind for the first time in his life, Charles comes face to face with the truth about what and who he wants. When convictions stand in direct opposition to the heart, which will prevail?

The One Who Rules by Gerec

It's been five years since the Mutant Uprising, the powerful and ruthless General Magneto now the defacto ruler of the tiny island nation of Genosha. Though it remains a paradise of plenty, left relatively untouched by war, the safety and stability of the 'mutants-only' state remains in flux.

Devastated by the bombs Sebastian Shaw set off before his death, the human population outside Genosha has largely been decimated. The ones who remain struggle to survive with rapidly dwindling resources.

Adding to the uncertainty is the presence of the X-Men, mutants fighting Magneto and his Brotherhood for the rights of humans still living in Genosha, led by the General's former lover and co-leader of the Uprising, Professor X...

Royal Siblings AU by Gerec (pwp)

Erik and Charles disagree on how to deal with Apocalypse's offer of marriage.

Royalty/Wet Nurse AU Part 1 and Part 2 by Gerec (pwp)

Erik's obsession with Nina's wet nurse has potentially dire consequences for his alpha mate.

#gerec rambles #cherik #fic rec #gerec's fic rec #possessive Erik

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buccaneeering · 3 months

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☆ 🌈🍓🦋💖 🎊 🪩 for the game!! {Sorry for the six emojis I got excited 😅}

Whaaat???? No! There is no need to apologize! This'll be fun!(Sorry for the long ramble you're about to witness!)

🌈 I think that Erik could fall in love with anyone. When he loves someone, he loves them deeply(and a bit obsessively.. Uh.. Yikes..) He just wants to be loved back. I could see him having a slight preference for women, just cause of the time, but, you know, it's not as if he's been perfectly socialized.

🍓Oh snap.. I don't really know trope names.

Probably love at first sight(sound?), at least on Julien's end.

Secret admirer? Is that a trope?

That's my best answer as of this very moment. 👍

🦋Okay! Cool! A bit of background context, Julien is an actor and was trying to land a performing job at the Opera, but his voice didn't meet the requirements.. And he was instead hired as technical help(He brought a resume).

He becomes the opera's newest painter!

Technically, their first interaction was a note left by Erik?

Something along the lines of:

I SEE THEY HAVE HIRED A NEW PAINTER... IF I MAY OFFER ANY ADVICE, DON'T POKE FUN AT CARLOTTA, IT IS WHAT HAD YOUR PREDECESSOR THROWN FROM THIS VERY ROOM.

THE REST MAY WAIT TILL YOU HAVE MADE YOURSELF PROPERLY ACQUAINTED AT OUR FINE OPERA HOUSE.

DON'T GO STICKING YOUR NOSE WHERE IT DOESN'T BELONG, AND YOU'LL BE FINE.

-O.G.

However, the first time they speak is when Julien goes to fetch some paint and brushes, and a voice speaks to him. He can't figure out where it's coming from, but he finds himself lost in its sound almost immediately.

💖 Julien's favorites for Erik are "Sweet Erik" or "Dear Erik", his favorite to be called are "Mon cher", and "Cherie"

Julien starts his letters with "Always Dearest Erik,"

🎊Mmm... Probably Erik? Julien is not very good at remembering dates. I think he'd keep a journal of them, just to be sure he'd have a gift for Erik or a date planned or something!

I think Erik would go all out for that kind of thing, composed songs, the whole day reserved, a night with the stars!

🪩Elevators were fairly new at this time, and I'm pretty sure they were a wealth thing.. So Julien would be very nervous. Probably would have never been on one. Squeezing Erik's hand for dear life.

I could picture Erik being excited to be the 'knight in shining armor' in this situation!

💛

This was SOSO fun! Thank you so much!

Praying that my characterization seemed right!

I hope you have a good day, whoever you are. 😊💛

#leroux erik #self ship #self indulgence at its finest #erik the phantom #erik poto #poto oc #self insert #asks #THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY #GAH #THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU #1990 phantom

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fandoms--fluff · 11 months

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Leaving The Castle

Female vampire reader x Lizzie Saltzman

Summary: Going into town with your bestie and ending the night with a fun little scheme

Warnings: swearing?

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"Ugh, I'm so bored!" Lizzie flops down onto your bed where you're reading a book.

"Wait a second, are you reading Twilight?!" Lizzie exclaims, reading the title.

"Yep, Damon always got annoyed when I watched the movies, but I've never actually read the books" You put the book down. "It's not the best honestly."

"I could've told you that" Lizzie smirks.

"Oh shush, how about we do something that your father won't like?" You ask. "I'm in," Lizzie says straight away.

"Then follow me" You stand up, pulling Lizzie up by her hand. You keep holding her hand, leading her out of the school and into the forest.

"Where are you leading us to?" She asks, wacking a blackberry bush branch out of the way. "You'll see...right..about......now" you move some bushes away, revealing an older-looking black and red Kawasaki.

"Please say we're not going dirt bike riding" Lizzie's eyes widen.

"Don't worry were not, it'll be a lot easier getting to town on this" you say, easily pulling it out of the bushes and remove any twigs and leaves from it.

"Huh, smart" Lizzie smiles. "You do know how to drive that thing, right?" She then asks you.

"No, I've just had the same bike for fourty years because I like how it looks" you say sarcastically. "Of course I know how to drive it."

"Here, put this on" you say, giving her your helmet.

"You always have an extra helmet?" Lizzie asks as she starts putting it on.

"No, but I don't really need one, the only reason I have that is because of nagging people about safety" you explain to her.

"Hop on" you said smirking, seeing your best friend's cautious face. "Don't worry, nothing bad is going to happen. All you have to do is relax your body against mine and go with my movements"

"You promise?" She asks while getting on the back and wraps her arms around your waist. "I promise, always. You ready?"

"Yeah" she let's out a breath.

You start the engine and since this is the first time Lizzie had been on a motorcycle, you go at a slower pace and start working up the speed once you guys get onto the actual road.

"This isn't as scary as I thought it would be" she says, still holding onto your for dear life. (Though you don't really blame her).

"See, sometimes you just gotta step out of your comfort zone, it may surprise you" You chuckle.

Once you guys get into the town, you park in front of the strip of cute small business shops and boutiques.

Smiling, you guys go into them, trying on clothes or smelling all the scents of different candles.

"You need to smell this one" Lizzie hands you a candle. You open the lid and as soon as you do, you're immediately hit in the face with a way too sweet caramel, cake, ice cream, chocolate mixed scent.

"Oh god, why do you do this to me!" You put the candle back on the shelve right away while Lizzie is bent over in laughter.

"I'm so getting you back for that stunt," you say as you guys head over to the Mystic Grill.

"Oh, I believe it" she chuckles, opening the door for you both. You thank her before getting a table and you guys sit down.

A waiter comes around, and you both order food and drinks. " Thanks, that's all Erik," you say before he nods and walks off to the kitchen to put in the order.

"Do I even want to know how you know him?" Lizzie looks over at you with a grossed-out frown on her face.

"Really? No, I come here all the time to drink instead of punching your dad" you explain. "That actually makes a lot of sense, all the times I couldn't find you, you were here, weren't you?"

"Yep," you smirk.

"Well there goes all that time spent searching the whole school!" she playfully exclaims.

"Aww, I didn't know you missed me so much" you smirk and put your hand on your chest, in front of your heart.

"Shut up" she smiles.

Erik comes back with your guys' drinks before going to clean another table.

"Should you be drinking? I don't want to be the nagging 'mom' friend but you won't be getting drunk right? And then drive us back" she worries, taking into account that you ordered a double bourbon.

"Don't worry, I'm not planning to get drunk, I would need way more than this, and plus I would never think of driving drunk with you behind me. I care about you so much, you should stop second-guessing that" You hold her hand and squeeze it in reassurance.

"Okay, thank you" she softly smiles, letting out a deep breath.

After you guys are done eating, you compel Erik for the bill to be free of charge before leaving the restaurant. "One of the many perks of vampirism" you smirk.

"I can see why my dad thinks you're a bad influence" She links her arm to yours.

"You're just figuring that out now?" You chuckle.

"I have a great idea that you'll love, it involves maybe or maybe not pissing off my dad" Lizzie spots a store across the street.

"Oh, count me in" you smirk.

"Then come with me" She smiles and starts leading you guys toward the art store she spotted.

You guys go inside and she leads you over to the isle that has a massive glitter wall.

"Whatever's on your mind, I like it," you say, picking up a bright pink bottle of holo glitter.

"You know how my father hates a mess in his office, so how does covering it with the peskiest thing to clean up?" She smirks.

"I may just have to kiss you with how amazing this simple but amazing plan is."

You guys get a basket and fill it to the brim with the brightest colorful glitter you guys could find before 'paying' for it all.

Lifting up the seat of your bike, you guys places all the containers of glitter in the compartment. "By the time we get back, jackass will be asleep and we'll get down to business" you tell Lizzie as she loops her arms around your waist, holding on for dear life again.

You drive back to the school and Lizzie does a cloaking spell on it so you guys don't have to go back into the forest tonight. Sneaking through the front door, you guys make your way through the school with the bags of glitter and enter Alaric's office.

Lizzie locks the door before you guys get straight into dumping glitter all over his desk, the ground, the furniture, and basically anything important.

"A job well done!" You exclaim and lizzie high fives you as you guys take in the absolute glittery mess all over the office. You even went in and glittered his 'secret' weapon room.

"You can say that again. Let's get back to your room before anyone hears us. I told Josie I was having a sleepover with you" Lizzie tells you.

"Great idea" you guys go back upstairs and wash any traces of glitter off you before changing into pajamas. Lizzie borrowed some of your clothes, but she doesn't exactly have to ask, you guys go into eachothers closets all the time to borrow clothing.

Lizzie wraps her arm around you, spooning you once you guys get into your bed. Others may find it odd of how close you guys might be, literally, but it's just the kind of best friends that you are.

One things for sure, the next morning there'll definitely be a pissed off and annoyed Alaric Saltzman with glitter most likely all over his hands from trying to clean it up.

Right now, you just enjoy the peace and quiet with your best friend.

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diviinaee · 1 year

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SPOILERS FOR GEORDIS VIDEO AND TW FOR RANT

THIS IS HURTIMG MY CUTIE KINNIE AND MY GEORDI KINNIE BC I SEE WHERE GEORDI IS COMING FROM AND I KNOW THE PAIN OF SETTING THAT BOUNDARY AND ADMITTING THAT YOU NEED TIME AWAY

BUT THEN IK WHAT CUTIE IS THINKING BC IF I HAD THOSE POWERS I WOULD BE DOING THE EXACT SAME THING,, idk if its my mentally ill side speaking but im gonna analyze cutie rn:

ADMITTING YOU MADE A MISTAKE YOU REGRET TO SOMEONE YOU LOVE IS HARD. knowing that you consciously chose that mistake and having that decision on your conscience is a painful thought. AND THEN ADMITTING TO IT. i could never.

As someone who grew up surrounded by lies, I would've done ANYTHING for the power to hear people's thoughts. Cutie has empowered parents and we know there was a time that they were surrounded by telepaths without their powers. They know what it's like. Reading minds is a coping mechanism for them. For them, thoughts = truth. But then enters the argument of specific thoughts. For example, intrusive thoughts could be thought but the person wouldn't dare act on them or say them aloud. Cutie needs to learn that.

GOD THE WHOLE PART ABOUT CUTIE GETTING THERAPY.

Therapy is a hard thing to agree to. Especially when it's recommended by someone you love. This world has fucked up in stigmatizing therapy and saying it's for "crazy people". Anyone can go. Anyone has the right to go. But in this case, Cutie doesn't like talking about it. They'd rather bury it deep, ignore it, and move on. But emotions are the worse ticking time bomb to ever exist. At some point, even this point, Cutie was bound to break. Fortunately, if they do it correctly, Geordi is supporting them throughout this. They will have help both medically and outside therapy.

ERIK. YOU MADE ME SOB MY MAKEUP OFF.

We can infer that Cutie told Geordi that they would go to therapy for him. Geordi says they have to do it for themselves too.

IF I WAS TOLD THAT, I DONT THINK I WOULD HAVE GONE TO THERAPY. Admitting that your ill is hard. It's easy to slap on the excuse that you hurt someone and you don't want to hurt them again. Admitting that you hurt someone you love and that you want to be better so that you dont hurt yourself and another person is BY FAR THE HARDEST THING TO ADMIT. And I'm so glad that Erik brought that up. With including the subject of therapy, he included the fact that in order for it to work, you need to do it for your own self and well-being.

AND WITH THAT IM DONE

i desperately hope that cutie does receive the help they need and they find themselves healing after some time. And I also hope Geordi heals from this as well.

NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME. I NEED TO WIPE MY FACE BECAUSE MY MAKEUP HAS BEEN RUNNING DOWN MY FACE SINCE THE VIDEO STARTED.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted geordi #redacted cutie #i need to call my therapist #and my psychologist #FFFFUUUUCK THIS VIDEO #IT BROKE ME #IM ACTUALLY SOBBING #BREAKING DOWN #im gonna listen to guy's playlist to heal myself #trying to cope

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tiaamorosa · 4 months

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Caracan - Sparks Family (1)

It is shortly after midnight and the lights are still on in the mayor's house. It's like this almost every evening, because Michael wants to finish his day's tasks first.

"Michael, it's getting late, come to bed"/ "in a minute, my dear, I just have to write a few lines. Mmh…hm, I've forgotten the name of our new resident again"/ "His name is Keon, Michael. You're getting a bit more forgetful as time goes by, I'm sure you realize that too. You'll have to give up your post at some point. I know you don't want that…".

"I'm still clinging to the idea that we'll leave this island one day. If possible, before I die, Vinetta. Until then, I just want to be who I am for as long as possible."/ "But at some point, you won't be able to do that anymore. You know some of the men here would like to take over your job". "hmm. I'm just not sure yet who I can hand over my position to with a clear conscience"…

"What about Mr. Weiss, or Luck-Neckar? Or Erik Verne? "/ "Oh no, not Erik, he would confuse so many things. No, I was thinking maybe Clayton. He's the closest to what I envision as my successor. He's very eloquent, can write very well, his handwriting is flawless. And he's very competent"/ "that's right. It would certainly be a good job for him."/"But I'm still here"…

"This year marks 15 years. I know it's not necessarily a day to celebrate. But it would still be nice if we could all gather around the table with a good roast. Dean should keep an eye out first and then bring us something that's enough for everyone"/ "if everyone wants to come at all."/ "You're right… Then the leftovers will be brought to them. I also wish we could do it differently. But it was lucky that there are wild animals here".

Michael finished his work for the day. He then went out into the hallway with his wife. This was already an evening ritual. Checking once again that the door was locked, taking another look through the window to make sure no one was out and about. "See, everything's fine"/"Where's our daughter today, she hasn't come home"/"She's staying with the Winchesters, she and Emma have become good friends".

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There is a difference between what you tell your parents and what you do instead. The hunter's house is not far from the family home. Donna has been spending a lot of time with him recently. Lustful moans, rapid breathing and the rhythmic banging of wood against a wall are the sounds that flood his bedroom at this moment.

Donna and the hunter. It's not official yet. They spend most of their time together in their house and enjoy everything they've only ever dreamed of. The two have known each other since they were children. They actually grew up like siblings, but the older they got, the more they realized that they wanted more than just to be friends.

They let their feelings run free until well after midnight. "You really are incredible, Donna, but at some point even the strongest man needs a break. ". She raised an eyebrow and made a pouty face. "hnn, and I thought we could still until tomorrow morning…"/ "hahaha, oh no, really… Hey, I have to get up soon"/ "mmh. All right." He stroked her face tenderly, kissed her and then let himself fall to the side.

Exhausted and satisfied, they lay next to each other. "How much longer do you want to wait, Donna? Your parents should be allowed to know by now, shouldn't they?"/ "hnn, I actually find it quite appealing when we have a little secret"/ "Our relationship isn't a problem… Yes, I lived under the same roof as you and your parents for many years, but everything is different now and I get on with your parents"/ "Oh Dean…"

"What, huh? Your parents are allowed to know… We're not kids anymore, Donna"/ "I know. Hhh, okay, I'll talk to them, all right?"/

"We! I'll come with you, not that you're going to back out"/

"All right, then you're coming with me. I have to help my dad again tomorrow anyway. Man, this work is really boring, I'd rather be doing something else. And I also have to look after the three orphans".

"oh yes, the three who live up by the waterfall…"/ "i'm the dear aunt who looks after them. but Rupert is slowly turning into a man. He wants to be a craftsman now and is attending school again.". Dean raised an eyebrow with a confident look on his face and took a deep breath. "And I can hunt." She had to smile a little. "hnhn, yes, you're very good at that. And in a few days, it'll be Gratitude Day again. We should be grateful that we ended up here and not in the floods.". Dean got a different look on his face. Annoyed. "Yeah, and I'm only allowed to hunt on assignment again and not for fun, it's really boring."

Donna stroked his face and smiled sympathetically. "I know it's not very challenging for you. But you're the one who gets us the meat when we need it. You're the best hunter I know. And we've got everything under control so far, haven't we? I need to sleep now…"/ "O.k….". Donna lay down next to him under the comforter and closed her eyes. While he thought for a moment. "One day… One day I'll shoot a really big one!".

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End of Part one

Credits: Thanks to Lover's Lab for the Passion mod, which my Sims always have a lot of fun with😊😆in (it's like the Kinky, only with fewer functions, but it's enough for me) Bed Pose by Skylar (?) I'm not sure right now. I'll check again next time.^^

#sims3 #simsstories #Sparks Family #caracan #Michael Sparks #Vinetta Sparks #Donna Sparks #Dean Colt #Hunter #a little bit of Passion

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Hi Prince. I just listened to one of your Erik audios for the first time and it's gotten me interested in The Phantom of The Opera now. What would you suggest watching as a first introduction to it?

oooo okay okay okay okay. so. you'll quickly realise how much of a nerd i am for phantom, look, i had a whole two years where this was all i was drawing and thinking about and making up my own aus and comics and just. a lot.

if you want a musical watch the 2011 live concert 25th anniversary performance, it's not exactly the same staging as if you saw it on the west end of broadway, but it's pretty close and it's professionally filmed and it's a good easy way to get into the musical. if you're not bothered about something pretty i'd recommend any recording with ethan freeman as the phantom, that man makes me sob. i know a lot of people got into the musical via the 2004 film adaption but... but, i don't be upset if you love the film, it's not a great film and it's not sung the best. so i'd always recommend watching a live version of the musical over the movie version.

now if you want something non musical well i first have to recommend the actual original novel. it's wonderful and it's one of the few places you can actually find the character of the daroga, who is almost always cut out of every single phantom of the opera adaption, which is not a good luck when he's the only poc in the book. and he deserves to be included for being the only man who can cope with putting up with any of erik's bullshit, like can you imagine having erik as a friend, this man deserves a medal. the andrew lloyd webber musical cuts out entire characters, rearranges the plot, and makes up a backstory for erik which is taken from 'phantom' by susan kay, a novel that is basically published fanfiction, but in the novel and older stagings of the musical erik's backstory wasn't explained and i think it's better that way.

and if you're wanting something to watch that's not a musical, there are many film and tv adaptions. the 1990 miniseries with charles dance as erik is so sweet omg, it's the nicest like morally good version of erik, i want to just hold him, he's often called "cherik" by the fandom (mashing up charles + erik) and he's just a sweet little baby.

another movie that's an adaption of phantom even if you didn't know it? a monster in paris! it's cute, it's animated, it's a musical, i wanna take Francœur home and look after him.

other movies? there's a lot. i'd stay clear of a few in particular because they're... either really bad or way too trigger warning inducing (i'm talking about you rat phantom), there's the original (well the first ever phantom film was actually before this, but it's lost media) 1925 black and white phantom with lon chaney, that's one of the most book accurate but not really because once again, no daroga... or well sort of daroga, but not really. but there's so many movies and i haven't seen most of them so i can't really say which ones are good or not. the most known ones are the 1925, 1943, 1962 and 1989. however there is also The Phantom of the Paradise, which is a rock opera horror musical movie with the very talented Brian de Palma as director, very cult 70s film.

did you know there's other musical adaptions other than andrew lloyd webbers? he actually made his musical because he say ken hill's phantom of the opera musical on stage and wanted to make his own. the next popular after alw's would be Phantom by yeston and kopit, there are some beautiful japanese productions by takarazuka of that musical (an all female acting troupe where yes the male characters are played by women).

don't watch love never dies. don't. it's. webber's bad fanfiction of 'what if erik and christine banged during the original musical and what if i ruined the personality and character and agency of all the female characters, but also made raoul just horrible because i ship erikstine 4ever and also i can definitely do basic addition and the 1910s definitely take place 10 years after the 1880s"... sorry if you like love never dies, you're a braver soul than i.

if you can find a copy of it, the 1980s manga adaption that i was lucky enough to find a copy of on yahoo actions jp a few years ago is beautifully illustrated. as is like every japanese publication of the book, which they also have published it multiple times as a children's book?? well the illustrations are pretty.

and if you like metal you might wanna listed to nightwish's cover of 'the phantom of the opera' from webber's musical.

#oh boy it got long but there you go #i love talking about phantom i could talk about phantom for a long time #ive been lucky enough to see it live in the west end and aaaa #i loved holly ann hull and rhys whitfield as christine and raoul like no ones been a more fun ernest raoul #ive seen people who hate raoul go and see rhys and suddenly love raoul #but i saw killian donnerly as erik and honestly he just didnt do it for me like i couldnt buy into his acting sadly #but hey its a new cast over here now so if i go again i'll get to see new peeps!#i really wanted to see james gant as erik hes an understudy but got such good reviewsss #the vampire answers

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daylightaftertherain · 11 months

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SEA, bestie hi

we are 12 days away from Speak Now (TV) (which i am UNSPEAKABLY excited for as it's always been at least in my top 2 fave albums) and in honor of that

i have some young royals x taylor swift thoughts.

today's rambly message is about... HAUNTED

i genuinely never realized how wilmon-coded it was until i applied it to simon during the Valentine's Ball so... let's get into it!

You and I walk a fragile line I have known it all this time But I never thought I'd live to see it break

(even though they didn't want it to be, their entire relationship has always been shaky because of outside pressures. the wille back and forth, the sex-tape, all of season 2 leading up to ep 4 etc, however if it was up to both of them, they would want it to be simple, and they didn't actually want it to end)

Oh, I'm holding my breath Won't lose you again Something's made your eyes go cold

(thinking about Simon panicking over the idea of losing Wille after trying to push him away the entire season! like... yes he wanted space, but he also didn't. and he's not used to wille looking at him and talking to him like he's any other person. thinking about simon's pov of the wille/marcus/simon interaction and how off-guard simon is over the whole thing)

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Something's gone terribly wrong You're all I wanted Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Can't breathe whenever you're gone Can't turn back now, I'm haunted

(just this whole chorus does such a good job of highlighting Simon's panic during this scene, how, even though he thought he wanted this space, now he can barely breathe without the comfort that wille will still be there for him)

Stood there and watched you walk away From everything we had But I still mean every word I said to you He will try to take away my pain And he just might make me smile But the whole time I'm wishing he was you instead

(again, most of this i can relate entirely to ep 4 of s2. like simon watching as wille leaves while still knowing he loves him, thinking he's losing him. the second part is kinda self explanatory but like... marcus as a whole was obviously such a terrible attempt at getting over wille and the entire time he was with marcus he was thinking of wille)

like..... when i had this haunted realization i knew i had to share it with you, and it's been a while since i've sent you an unhinged taylor x wilmon analysis

n e ways... thoughts??? give me all of them

genuinely cannot wait for SN (TV) and you know you'll be getting all my thoughts

-miels 💜✨

miels I'm so sorry I got to this late asbhjgfjd I saw this ask and thought I was going to answer it later but this is like several days off rip 💀💀

anyway into the thoughts!! haunted is SUCH a good song choice omg

the intro alone, I agree with all your thoughts and also "I never thought I'd live to see it break" reminds me of that one line in wille's speech in s1ep4 where he says how it should've been him and not erik standing there, and then we see him breaking it off with simon the very next scene like oh my godd

and "something's made your eyes go cold" and how cool toned s2 was when they were apart and trying to have space but not lose each other!!

and YES the chorus and how big and swelling it is like simon's panic every time wille blindsides him, especially with "I thought I had you figured out" which reminds me so much of him thinking they were going to be in it together before the denial ;-;

HOUGH THE SECOND VERSE I DIDN'T MAKE THE CONNECTION TO S2 SIMON UNTIL NOW BUT IT IS PERFECT????? simon watched wille walk away so many times AND the last two lines are basically the marcus situation boiled down to that

and then the bridge which is short but the way it goes from "I know you're not gone" to "you can't be gone" like simon's emotions after finding out about the denial and realizing he doesn't know if he can trust wille :')

those are all my thoughts for now, I might send you a story of us ask actualy bc I'm listening to it and the lyrics are s2 coded as well

-💛✨

#ask #allthefakepeople #young royals #wilmon #haunted

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aki-draws-things · 2 years

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"sender shoves receiver out of anger."

Usually it's Erik blocking Charles from reading his mind, until one day it's Charles who uses his powers (accidentally? Or not) to push Erik away. He never expected to see him crumple the way he does.

Hello thanks I haven't fully wrote in them in years but doing rewatches kinda sparked the wish to write them!

Hope you'll like it it and beware! I'm making a whole bingo card just to write more hurt Erik!

(typos are there cause I didn't catch them through 3 check readings. But I managed to catch the bloody plague instead)

That wasn't what Charles had wanted, hell, that wasn't even what Charles was. It happened, and it had been a mistake, and now he didn't know how to fix it. If there was a way to fix it.

Charles knew the pain of being locked out of a mind, everytime Erik wore that damn helmet, he never said it was physically painful, and maybe it wasn't, maybe it was because that was Erik, and he needed that connection the same way he needed to breath.

"she was there." Erik said, his voice clear in Charles mind even without using Cerebro, he was stronger, and he knew Erik's mind, it was easy to reach. "I don't know where she is now."

"don't lie to me, Erik."

"you're the one in my head, old friend, how can I lie?"

Charles could sense a smile cross his face, he could see Erik, sitting with his legs crossed and closed eyes on a makeshift bed, seemingly meditating.

"you have tricks to lie even to a telepath." Charles accused, watched as Erik frowned but didn't lose his smile.

"poke around, then."

"I don't want to poke around that head of yours, Erik."

"then you'll have to take my words for truth. I don't know where Jean is. She was there, I casted her away when she threatened our peace."

"but you have ways to find her." Charles pressured once more and Erik nodded ever so slightly. "do it."

In retrospect Charles wished he didn't, in retrospect he wished he saw what was happening already. It was written all over Erik's face, brows drawn together, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, his lips, parted. That wasn't Charles, that was the one Raven accused him of becoming.

Erik sighed.

"what will you do?"

"I won't kill her, if that's what you think." Charles said, frowning. "I'm not that, I'm not you. I see it, you know? You want to kill her, you, and Hank too. I want to find her, I want to help her."

"im sorry Charles."

Amd he did sound sorry, Charles would realize barely minutes later, he did.

But Charles saw him stretch a hand out, and he saw the helmet fly toward him, and he saw no more.

"don't. You. Dare. Don't lock me out."

He heard his voice booming in the room he was in, he heard it booming in his own head and everywhere around Erik.

The helmet froze mid-air, it fell with a clacking sound and rolled away.

Charles froze too, his eyes wide as he watched, his face twisting in a scream, his mind sending pleads after pleads, begging for forgiveness before any word could form out of his throat.

Erik's eyes were wide, blood trickled down his nose, he wiped it with two fingers and looked at it in disbelief.

"ch--Charles?"

He sounded so small, so weak. Charles saw the room around them twist and crack, like walls made of mirrors crashing, with a gasp Erik fell back and the mirrors shattered around them as Charles screamed.

That wasn't what he wanted, that wasn't what he was, he kept saying over and over during the travel to the camp. That wasn't him.

He tried to reach for Erik again, but only found a blank space around himself, his shoes stepping on glass.

The room he got to was the same he saw, same bed, same wooden walls, same helmet rolled against a wall, same Erik laying on the bed, Hank by his side.

"I don't know what you wanted to do, Charles, " he said, anger still seeping through his words. "but I can imagine what happened."

Charles swallowed, he stretched a hand, brushed two fingers against Erik's temple ignoring the warning growl of one of his once closest friends, but all he felt was nothing. Silence. Snow falling over broken glass and a child, curled in front of a metal gate, his arms wrapped around his knees, and a metal coin in the snow in front of him.

Charles trembled, he crouched in front of the kid who finally looked up, light eyes clouded by tears.

"I'm sorry, sir... I'm sorry, I can't. I'm--"

Charles dreaded it, whatever the kid, whatever Erik was about to say.

"I'm broken."

Everything dissolved around them, leaving only Charles and glasses and nothing else, suddenly Charles was back in the room, with Hank, with Erik, pale and unconscious.

"I-- I didn't want that. I'm sorry... I'm--"

"I'm afraid it's too late for apologies now."

#Cherik #Hurt erik lehnsherr #Guilty Charles Xavier #Open ending. Maybe I'll write a sequel #X-men fanfic #Aki writes

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auggie-beaniessssss · 1 year

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Cancelled Episode 16 "Your Song"

"Yo mama so fat, when they write her into the history books, they have to write her name in all caps!"

-yo mama jokes series

Well we've reached the cave. The cave of our last ever hope in slaying the pest ruler.

Supposedly the Black Venom King lies sealed in this cave, although I have no idea how Hydrogenium found it...this is why we can't trust random people we meet on the street..

Enough said. Time to unseal the Lord of Chaos. Time to descend into his domain, the eternal nothingness. Time to...head into the cave.

I've gotten my flashlight out (since I lost my Kineticore) as we prepare to walk into total darkness. Leaving the last strands of light behind us from the cave entrance...and preparing to unseal the Blackness Lord. The others follow behind softly.

It's awfully quiet, in fact, awkwardly quiet.

We're almost halfway through the cave as we continue to keep a lookout for any pesky grave robbers picking the wrong sealing site to rob, or any traps or guards the Black Venom King or the Dragon Lord may have set up.

"Disparage," I call out his name to break the silence as we slowly tread our way into the rocky cave.

"Yes?" He asked.

"I only have one question..." I ominously utter before suddenly throwing my body at him and smashing his head against the wall with a reasonable amount of force and positioning my sword against his neck.

Everyone seriously has fast reactions, eh, I'll say...Hydrogenium and Snowball are among the top. All reacting almost immediately and defending...themselves...in attack stance...

"Why are you working with us? What benefits does this bring you?" I snarl at him in an animal-like tone, much like how a lion would snap at a rabbit before devouring it whole.

At this point everyone's attention is on us already. Forget hostage taking anymore, taking non-hostages through psycho-manipulation seems way more fun!

"And what the hell are you doing then, Alex?" Nemean warns me aggressively with that defensive tone in his voice.

Erik nods in agreement as well.

Hydrogenium is busy petting and cuddling the fox...I think she said its name was Oxygenium, or something? Oh yeah, petting and cuddling the fox and menacingly staring. Right, almost forgot.

Snowball just does his classic Moonshadow Elf smirk at the back, while he grabs snacks and watches the show. Classic apathetic Moonshadow Elf, the lot of them!

"Exactly, you'll regret this," Disparage remarks condescendingly, although he's definitely not in a position to do so, from the tip of my blade his very neck hung from.

"I want to know, why, why are you doing this, and what exactly do you want!" I shrieked quietly at him in the raspy voice of a man with an infectious cold and a terrible sore throat.

"Alright alright, I'll tell you, you know the man Erik mentioned, Tsydhd? And the Emerald Warrior? Those were for my own personal needs, I needed to find these men to take my revenge on them, and also to arrest them for their crimes..." Disparage mutters.

"WHAT REVENGE?" I snarl. He's not going anywhere until he's answered my question.

"He killed someone I love dearly, ok! S-s-someone Admiral loved dearly!"

"AND WHO EXACTLY IS ADMIRAL?" I stare at him, eyes wide, sword ready to slice his neck at any moment.

"The legendary Tengu I host, the one who gives me my Tengu powers!" He even puts up his hands in the air at the end of his sentence, I can't tell if he did it by accident or on purpose.

"THEN WHY DO YOU NEED TO TAKE REVENGE ON THE DRAGON LORD TOO?" At this point I was almost screaming at him already.

"Because Admiral lost his body in an unfair execution against him by the Dragon Lord, and so he seeks revenge! Ok?" He innocently acts out the words spewing out of his mouth.

Well. The rich and powerful oppressing the weak and poor. Now where have I heard that before, it all sounds so familiar...

And THEN, and only THEN, did I let him go, did I release him from the grasp of my deadly sharp sword.

"Oh god ALEX WHAT THE HELL?" Disparage immediately questions with an awful punch to the face after release.

"Yeah, what the hell, not cool, man!' says Nemean, who, just like the others, were doing absolutely nothing other than standing there growling with their weapon raised, patting and cuddling their pet fox, or just smirking away no matter the occasion.

And what's strange, is that...I have no idea why. Sure, yes, the one I was suspicious the most about was Disparage for working with us, but...surely that didn't warrant a hostage taking session. Why did I do that? What...came over me?

And suddenly just as I was contemplating my previous actions, a loud explosion could be heard coming from deep within the cave. Uh oh. We'd better be the first people here to unseal the Black Venom King.

We turn our bodies, building them up with energy and stamina, rushing further into the cave, sprinting as fast as our magic powers would carry us (not very fast). I don't care that it might be a trap, WE NEED TO BE THE FIRST PEOPLE TO UNSEAL HIM!

Whoo! We've finally reached the end of the cave where the Black Venom King lays in a wide cave inlaid with beautiful flowers and petals...only to disocver that there was no one there other than him. So it was indeed a trap.

He is kind of dashing, though. Black fur coat with black necklace lacing down over black strips of trenchcoat...Hydrogenium, you'd better be taking notes!

He's just sitting on his (now this is the real wooden) chair, reading a book, and then noticing us from the corner of his eye, and closing the book.

"Why hello there," He booms in a charming voice. "What brings...visitors to my humble abode? Especially such...interesting visitors, a deformed man, his disfigured disciple, a vanishing man, a half-demon half-angel girl with a strange hand and a magic fox with her, a human host of a legendary Tengu beast, and...a Moonshadow Elf. Interesting,"

"We'd like...the assistance of the Black Venom King in a certain project we're planning on," I announce.

"Oh? And why should I help you? Besides, I can't go anywhere with the seal..." He replies in that charming voice.

"You don't need to worry, we'll unseal you, and...well, the project is concerning...one of your old foes," Hydrogenium calls.

"I don't really think mere mortals can unseal me...although...now I'm getting interested. Do pray tell, mortal, is the Dragon Lord not treating you well? Why do you wish to go in rebelion against him? But alas...not even...THAT HAND can save you," He says as he gazes condescendingly at Hydrogenium's weird hand. The one with the weird black toxic powerful substance hand.

"The Dragon Lord has been behaving in a...not-so desirable way, and we'd like to get rid of him before he starts killing us all," Disparage speaks up.

"I suppose we do have common enemies, then...but why me? Why not any other god who was sealed under the surface by that wretched lizard?" There he goes again with that charming voice.

"Well, we only know your location, from the tablet of the sacred inscription," Erik mentions before pulling out the inscription from his bag for everyone to see as he held it up high in the air.

"Then you should know that I'll need my roar back, otherwise we won't win this fight," Charming, charismatic voice...hmmm...

"We'll get it for you, unseal it, and you fight for us, we're providing you with a chance to get back at your old enemy now," Snowball says in a rather "forcing him to agree" tone.

"I don't think you're in a position to speak either, Moonshadow Elf...you're probably the reason why they want this fight, to help you finish what you've started...did you not see how your friend went berserk just now, taking your other friend hostage? Do you really believe I am only capable of such a small feat?"

Ah, so that's what was going on. He amplified my desire to understand the truth and weaponised it to his advantage, to put us off.

I cast a side glance at Disparage, and he's just there casting smirks to me and himself too.

"We're offering you a free once-in-a-lifetime chance now, take it or leave it!" Snowball stands firm in his point.

"Well, a human lifetime is rather short to me, although I also don't think I'll get this chance ever again...well, since you're so kind to me, who am I to reject your generosity?" followed by a wide "evil" smirk spreading across his face.

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babblydrabbly · 2 years

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You'll Understand When You Come My Way || A Valentine's Day Oneshot

F!Reader x Stephen Holder x Erik Heller x Rick Flag x Takeshi Kovacs

5.8k+ words

a/n - Happy Valentines Day, lovelies! This is obviously ridiculous and indulgent, so let's not think too hard about how they all ended up in the same universe. Inspired by that scene from Sense8 and the song Demons by Fatboy Slim. Enjoy!

warnings: poly!ship fic. smut. m/f. m/m. m/m/f/m/m lmao ok alright. reader's got two hands and three holes ykwim. language. food mention. smoking. drinking. fingering. kissing. oral. rimming. squirting. handjobs. penetrative sex. anal sex. dp. cum. creampie. we got it all bby, its v-day!

I do not give permission for my work to be translated or reposted.

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Not all of them get along. In fact, tonight's truce is a bit of a miracle. But you've had a long day at work, and the boys want to make sure their gracious host still has a nice, pleasant Valentine's.

You lie back in Stephen’s passenger seat as he drives you both home. It’s been a long day. While your partner was out following a possible lead, you wound up staying at the precinct with a difficult witness. And after a small fight broke out in holding just as you were about done for the day, you’re ready to just take off your shoes and uncork whatever you can find in the kitchen cabinets.

Stephen’s in a strangely good mood the whole drive home, though. He bangs his thumbs on the steering wheel to the music playing on his vastly out-dated stereo.

“Ay, d’you even remember what day it is, girl?” He says, elbowing you. He reaches over and turns up the volume as a sensual R&B song fills up the car. “Do I need to put you in the mood?”

You snort, turning your head to him. He makes a valiant attempt at grinding seductively to the music in his seat and shoots you a smirk.

You had almost forgotten. The police station isn’t exactly big on decorations. The thought occurs to you that it's Valentine’s Day exactly once, when you slipped out of your office to buy some lunch and noticed someone selling flowers on the street outside today. You checked your phone calendar, shocked at how much of February had gotten away from you.

“The mood for what exactly?” You eventually ponder out loud. Stephen pulls into your driveway slowly and puts the car in park.

No one at work yet knows your living arrangements with Stephen Holder. Ever since he insisted on moving in to help you keep an eye on your guests, the two of you had grown to be so much more than partners. It was a tension that had always been there between the two of you. But after encountering Rick, Takeshi, and Erik, Stephen couldn’t keep his attraction silent anymore. Not with the way the others so obviously vied for you over these past few months.

Still, there were things you simply didn’t hold any expectations over. Romantic holidays for one thing. You and Stephen were both busy people with the same job. And considering you hadn’t remembered, you certainly had no intention of expecting Stephen Holder to.

Stephen leans over the center console and meets your lips with a kiss. You hum gratefully and grasp at his jaw as you move your mouth against his.

“You’ll see.” He muses after a moment. His eyes linger on your mouth. “But lemme keep you to myself for a second. ‘Fore you go inside ‘n see everyone.”

You chuckle curiously against a fresh onslaught of kisses. “They’re all home?”

The detective doesn’t elaborate. Instead, you feel his long fingers glide over the fabric on your thigh and slip between your legs.

You close your eyes as Stephen teases your center over your layers of clothes. You thread your own hand through his hair where it grows longer at his scalp, giving him an encouraging tug. You can tell from the way he delivers you a muffled groan he’d like to do a lot more than that.

You reach down and unbutton your pants for him. You guide his hand toward the zipper, and Stephen pulls his face away, shaking it into the crook of your neck. “Hold up- you need to get that sexy ass inside.” He mumbles, nuzzling your neck.

You pin his face there and earn yourself a hot, wet kiss just over your pulse. You whimper teasingly. “You don’t want to stay here awhile?”

There’s little Stephen can resist when it comes to you. You arch your back when his fingers slip past your waistband and make contact with your pussy. Stephen makes another wanton sound as he’s met with your folds already so warm and slick.

“Goddamn, mama.” He murmurs against your collar. He laves at your skin while you chase his firm touch with your hips. Stephen lets you grind on his palm. He slips his middle fingers inside your entrance, curling them as your clit seeks desperate friction. You were nodding off on your way home, and now you’re drawing Stephen’s face back up to yours, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss.

“A’ight, a’ight. You’re goin’ inside.” He grins as he pulls away. You’re incredulous when he slips his hand out from between your legs and plants one last firm kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Stephen!” You practically whine.

“C’mon.” He laughs. He quickly removes the keys and steps out.

Begrudgingly, you button yourself back up, still a little stunned that he was passing up the opportunity to have some fun in the car. Especially when he was just talking about trying to ‘put you in the mood’. You glance up in the rearview mirror as you gather your bag and your coat, trying to see what he was rummaging through in the trunk.

He shuts it as you step out. You arch a suspicious brow at him.

“What on earth are you doing?” You say, making your way toward him. Stephen stops you with his hands on your hips, his mischievous grin unmistakable.

“Yo I gotta bring some stuff inside. You go in first, yeah?”

You find yourself being spun around as a playful slap on your ass sends you on your way.

You enter your house through the garage. Immediately, you’re hit by the scent of something wonderful cooking. You stop to sigh at the warmth of your normally barren kitchen. Before you shared your home with anyone, it hardly saw any use.

Erik Heller stands at the island, chopping up leafy greens with deft hands. You take in the sight of his broad shoulders in a nice knitted sweater pushed up to his elbows, noting how well dressed he looks this evening, even for him. He pauses from the cutting board to take a sip of red wine and notices you standing in the doorway. He gives you that quaint smile that still dazzles you somehow.

“Welcome home.” He says softly. You smile back and set your things down, wandering over to the stove top. You inhale deeply over the saucepan bubbling with something bright red and delicious looking.

Erik joins you. Before you can ask about his day, he comes up from behind you closely and stirs into the pot with a wooden spoon. He takes your hip in his other hand and sways you while he continues cooking. You huff.

“Let me guess, you’re not going to explain anything about all of this either.”

Erik leans over your shoulder and takes a sip of sauce before offering the spoon to you.

“I’m told you’re an exceptional detective.” He smiles as you taste a bit for yourself. You give an appreciative sound when the rich combination of basil and tomatoes touch your tongue. Erik gives your hip a squeeze. “Surely you’ve figured it out by now.”

Slipping out of his grasp, you eye him as you wander over to the other dishes already prepared. You swipe your finger through a bowl of another sauce that looks warm and creamy, with slices of mushroom floating along the surface. Erik tuts at you as you steal a taste.

You smile. “I don’t know if I like all of you conspiring against me yet.”

Erik wipes his hands on a towel by the stove before planting himself in front of you. He nudges you against the counter, his eyes dropping to the finger that lingers, caught between your teeth. He reaches up, pulling it from your mouth, and your lips fall open as you watch Erik slip the digit past his own. His eyes fall shut as he hums, tasting you.

You swallow. You feel the wet warmth of his tongue slide along the pad of your finger.

Then, the gentle suction as he bobs his head ever so faintly down, til his lips brush your knuckles. The action is so soft, yet so electric, sending a jolt of desire down to your core. You watch him, hypnotized, until he opens his eyes again and pulls his lips off your finger with a delicate pop.

You always marvel at Erik Heller’s intense gaze. He often pinned you with silent looks across the room, while the others argued or bickered. His intimacy was unique- theirs all were. You loved the thrill of his quiet longing for you, though.

Erik’s lips find your knuckles again, this time with a simple kiss. He trails them around until he feels the fluttering pulse at your wrist.

You lean back on the counter as Erik presses his body into yours, then suddenly a mouth is on your neck again, shutting down any further inquiries still on your mind. You splay your fingers on his chest as he arches you back and your breath quickens. The thigh between your legs brushes against your aching center, eliciting a moan from you. You lift a knee, but it’s not enough friction.

You groan when Erik pulls away from you with a knowing smile.

You soon find yourself with a fresh wine glass in your hand. He pours you a generous amount of red. “I’m almost done with dinner. Why don’t you go sit and relax for a while.” He suggests.

You grumble as you’re politely shooed away with your glass in hand. Still, you take a sip, toeing your shoes off in the hall.

When you round the corner, you halt with another incredulous huff.

A flush creeps up your face as Rick Flag and Takeshi Kovacs turn to you from their respective spots on the sofa.

They definitely heard you in the kitchen with Erik.

“That smooth bastard.” Rick chuckles into his glass. The last of the amber liquid disappears past his lips in one swallow.

Takeshi sports a matching tumbler, though his sits emptied on the coffee table. You pointedly ignore the cigarette butt snuffed out at the bottom of the glass. How many times have you told all four of them about not smoking inside the house?

“Wonder what you two could possibly be talking about.” You say with an unimpressed glare. Takeshi’s smirk is smug, as always.

“She’s embarrassed.” He tells Rick, as if you’re not standing there. “She doesn’t want to sit down with us.”

Rick offers a hand to you, a little more sympathetic. “Come over here, darlin’.”

Your feet move toward them, but instead of sitting in between you like Rick wants, you take a seat on the armchair across from them. Still, Rick’s sly little smile is just as devious as the envoy’s.

But to their credit, they ask you about your day. You tell them about the miniature riot that broke out between all the men in the holding cell, and you raise your sleeve to show them both the purpling bruise on your forearm. Rick grins when you tell him how you clocked the asshole who gave it to you just before he tried helping himself to a handful of your ass in the middle of the fight.

“Should have broken his arm.” Takeshi muses. You didn’t have trouble imagining the damage he could have done if he had been there.

Eventually, you sit back with a sigh.

The sun is setting outside now, and you tell them you’d rather put all of that behind you for the night.

You ask them both what they’d like to watch as you reached for the remote, even though you know Rick and Takeshi rarely ever had a preference when it came to the television. It was usually you or Stephen who decided what to put on.

Rick turns to Takeshi with an arch of his brow. “The lady wants to watch somethin’.” He says. A knowing glance passes between the two men.

You cross your arms defensively, remote in hand. Again with the pretending you weren’t there! You expected it from teasing, smug Takeshi- but not the colonel.

You have half a mind to get up and simply go find Erik or Stephen, when the spark of something flashes between the two men. As if challenging one another, it’s Takeshi who makes the first move.

Your mouth falls open when he reaches out and pulls Rick into a sudden kiss by the collar of his shirt. Rick meets him with a muted grunt.

You sit, frozen, watching the two of them as they explore each other’s mouths heatedly. Rick and Takeshi are similar in so many ways, and you can tell even from the armchair, that their personalities are bumping as they fight each other for dominance.

Rick takes the envoy’s face in both his strong hands, forcing him to part his lips for Rick’s tongue. But it’s Takeshi who slips a hand between the other man’s thighs, eliciting a surprised moan from him. Rick jerks back in warning, nearly parting the kiss. But you watch as another stroke coaxes him to roll his hips with hesitation, a deep sound leaving him willingly this time.

Your wine glass sits on the coffee table, forgotten now. You squeeze your thighs together as you stare, helplessly unable to look away. That burning ache returns as you watch the two of them kiss for you. It rises to your cheeks again when Takeshi’s eyes slip open, shifting over to you with a burning gaze as he continues to swallow Rick’s tongue. You can’t help but to reach down. To run your hand up your thigh as you bite your bottom lip.

Your fingers dance dangerously close to the inseam of your slacks when Stephen’s voice draws you out of your trance.

“Ay, playas.” Stephen doesn’t look surprised at all by the obscene display in the living room. He leans on the wall over by the foyer with such casualness- it makes you want to jump up and ask everyone what the fuck is going on. Stephen meets your eye before you do, though, nodding back to the other room. “Heller’s got the chow ready.”

When they all wrangle you back into the kitchen, all your objections die on your lips.

Your eyes fall on several large vases of roses all scattered around every surface. The bunches of balloons tied to the chairs around the dining table set for five, shaped like red and white hearts, all say various cheesy phrases: Be mine, xoxo, Love Love Love.

Erik stands by the table with a half empty bowl of loose rose petals, the other half scattered over the tablecloth. There’s even a glass set of holders on the table for the taper candles now glowing softly against the disappearing light outside.

You stare between them all in stunned silence.

“What is this?” You ask finally, quietly.

Takeshi’s hand ghosts around your waist as he passes by you, his deep voice smug in your ear. “Had to distract you while they set up somehow.”

The kitchen fills with the sound of chairs dragging back and chatter as all four men get settled at the table, and you finally wander over to take a seat at the head.

“We thought we’d call a truce. For tonight.” Rick offers you. He pours himself a new whiskey, capping the bottle and tossing it precariously right over the table. But Takeshi catches the bottle with ease.

You continue to stare, still speechless at the ease with which everyone tucks into all the food. You’re finally pulled from your daze when Stephen passes you the salad bowl.

You dish some of the greens out onto your plate, feeling like you’re two steps behind everyone else as they pass each other everything. You hold up your plate as Erik serves you a few slices of the creamy chicken and mushroom you tried earlier, shooting him a small smile.

“Pink is for gratitude, you know. Not romance.” Erik tells Stephen. You look up again at the vases- three of them with big bouquets of velvety red roses, and the other three filled with bunches pink and white.

“Man, whatever. They’re still pretty, ain’t they?” He retorts, mouth half full of bread. He turns to you. You know Stephen well enough to see the hint of uncertainty in his expression now. “You like ‘em, right?”

“They’re beautiful.” You assure him. “It’s all gorgeous, really.”

“I think we owe you plenty of gratitude.” Rick comments.

You have reason to assume he means the way they’ve all been living in your home the past few months. How you helped Rick, Takeshi, and Erik without question when they needed a place to stay. And how you confided in Stephen about it all, who didn’t hesitate to support you either, after all the hardships you had helped him through in the past.

But part of you wonders if he’s talking about the other thing. The private, burning connections you’ve been making with all of them, in all their unique ways. How they all seemed to be pulling you in different directions, vying for you the way you’ve been vying for them. It wasn’t something you had all discussed. But clearly they were all far more on the same page than you had expected.

The five of you eat and toast until you finish with a few more drinks in the living room.

With your chest warmed by wine and a pleasant night, you sit happily in Stephen’s lap on the armchair as the others talk about their lives. Which has always fascinated you, admittedly, as much as you tried not to pry.

Erik, Takeshi, and Rick always seemed to get along when they were talking about the kind of shit a normal civilian couldn’t even wrap their head around. Hell, you and Stephen have seen some shit, and you could hardly wrap your head around it all.

But as it gets late, you sigh apologetically at them as you fight a yawn.

You shift in Stephen’s lap and get up. He keeps his hand wrapped around yours. “Where you goin’, mama?”

“I think it’s time for a shower and bed.” You smile.

It’s Erik who stands from the other armchair first. He slips his hands around your waist and draws you into his arms. You know it’s coming, but you still let out a soft ‘oh’ as he boldly kisses you in front of the others, not withholding a single ounce of his desire.

“Stay.” He murmurs against your lips before kissing you again.

Erik steers you over to Takeshi and Rick, who fall quiet as you obediently sit between the two large men without protest this time. Takeshi leans down to set his glass on the table and moves closer to you. You feel yourself flush as that intimidating smirk brushes across your jawline, his breath a pleasant sensation against your warm cheek.

Erik kneels in front of you. He pushes himself between your legs and pulls you down for another deep kiss. Your hands fly to his hair, your fingers pulling it from it’s careful style as you kiss him in return. The wine and ache between your legs convinces you to let go of your self-consciousness.

The sound of your kiss fills the room as the others watch, but soon you feel another set of hands on you as Erik works your mouth open with fervor.

Rick’s rough, calloused hand glides under the hem of your shirt and across your stomach. It flutters as the heat of his palm mixes with your heat. He curls his fingers around the fabric, and you lift your arms as he pulls it up over your head. He hums appreciatively at the black laced bra now exposed. He leans in and kisses your shoulder slowly.

Rick’s patient trail leads him to your neck. He plants his lips firmly to your throat and draws a deep moan from you.

You pull away to take a breath. You look down at Takeshi, who wastes no time to bend and dip his tongue between your cleavage. You shiver as his teeth drag along your sensitive skin, nipping at the swell of your breasts.

Your eyes flit to Stephen. In the armchair right across from you, He watches you with a dark look. It doesn’t escape you the way he’s got his knees spread out wide, the hard outline of his length visible and thick against his thigh. He grips the armrest with one hand, while the other brushes his knuckle over the seam of his lips as he keeps his eyes on you.

Through all the sensations, you’re vaguely aware of the pair of hands undoing your slacks. You suck in a sharp breath when Erik hooks a finger on your panties and pulls them down, pressing a kiss to your exposed mound. He levels you with a patient look, waiting for you to object. When you don’t he continues his slow, tender undressing.

He moves his hands over your hips, drawing your slacks down under your rear. You watch in a daze as he pulls them down your thighs next, your legs pliantly maneuvering for him to continue. One ankle out from the leg of your pants, then the other. He trails kisses down your exposed inner thigh, and you can’t help the way your knees fall apart.

He kisses down until he’s lifting the back of your knee over his shoulder, mouthing at your calf tenderly before retracing his path back up.

A sharp bite draws your attention away from Erik. Takeshi soothes the bite over your budding nipple with the lave of his tongue, his hooded eyes glancing up at you as he closes his mouth around it once more. The hard suck of his lips sends a spark of electricity through you. You reach up and give the envoy’s long, golden locks an equally sharp tug. He groans for you.

You melt when Erik’s mouth finally reaches your core.

The broken little cry that tears through the quiet living room seems to ignite something in the others; Takeshi and Rick surge on, pressing you back into the couch as you let the overwhelming feeling of so many hands and tongues and lips drown you.

Rick’s strong arm easily reaches down to hook around your other knee, spreading you apart further for Erik. Your back bows taut when you feel Erik’s tongue circle your clit before delving down into your entrance.

The wet heat between his lips makes your eyes roll up as he fuckes his tongue deep inside you, his thumb pressing over the bud of your sex over and over.

He replaces his tongue with two fingers soon. You whine at the loss of heat so quickly gone, but as his tongue travels down further your eyes shoot open. Rick and Takeshi keep you pinned down as you wriggle with surprise, “Erik.”

“You can take us, darlin’.” Rick says against your ear. You look over at him helplessly as he captures your lips with his own.

“T..Take you?” You repeat. Erik’s ministrations make your mind draw a blank. You moan as he pushes and curls his fingers in and out of your cunt, while his tongue languidly opens up your other entrance. Your toes curl when it feels as if he’s rubbing that white hot spot inside of you from both sides, the sensation almost making it hard to breathe.

You’re so lost in the building heat that rises, in the way Takeshi sucks on your breasts and Rick on your neck, that your orgasm wrenches you before you can warn anyone. You grasp at the couch cushions as the wetness surprises you. Erik groans deeply, lapping at you hungrily as you soak his face. He pulls away when you collapse back down with a lick of his lips. You redden, still panting.

Rick guides you up before you can catch your breath.

You mumble, eyes glazed, to ask what he’s doing. But Takeshi kneels up on the couch with you, his hands on your hips to steady you from behind.

You finally notice how they’ve stripped their clothes, their bare chests pressing you in. Rick cups your face to kiss you. Your body responds without missing a beat, already thrumming again at the feeling of Rick’s hot arousal pressing into your stomach. Takeshi’s length is a firm match against your lower back as he continues mouthing at your skin, placing kiss after kiss along your neck and between your shoulder blades.

Rick’s biceps flex as he drops his arms below your waist, palming you just below your ass. He lifts you with ease over onto his thighs. Your own wrap around his on instinct, and your wrap your arms around his neck with a yelp.

Your head falls back when Rick sinks you down onto his cock. Even with Erik working you open, Rick’s thick length pushes inside you til you whimper at the familiar pleasure mixed with that tantalizing stretch. Rick keeps still as you mold around him.

But it’s the hot press of Takeshi’s cock at your ass that makes you moan. His length is slick with lube, the liquid warm as it makes contact with you.

Still, you worry your bottom lip, darting an unsure glance up at Rick. “I- I don’t know if I can…”

Takeshi soothes you with a brush of his lips against your ear. “Tell me if it’s too much.” He says softly. It’s the patient, almost delicate tone you’ve only ever heard when the two of you are alone. That rare voice that reaches into you and calms you. You press your lips together and will yourself to relax.

Takeshi waits for you to nod before pushing into you slowly. Your head falls back on his shoulder as the two of you give a strangled sigh in unison. You don’t think you’ve ever felt so full.

Rick begins the pace, his eyes never leaving yours as he fucks you with steady strokes. It’s an alternating pleasure. And you know despite the way Takeshi grunts and thrusts behind you, he’s making sure every sound that leaves your mouth is laced with nothing less than ecstasy. Soon, your eyes slip closed as they both slide in and out of you, fucking you til you’re moaning again.

You look over at Stephen. It’s incredible how your heart can speed up any faster at the sight of him. You watch as he fists his cock in his hand, eyes hooded and still on you. He presses his mouth closed tightly as he jerks himself off. His broad chest heaves.

You make a small sound and stretch your arm out to him and Stephen sits up.

“Go on,” Erik encourages the detective from his own seat on the coffee table. He’s in the same shape as Stephen. His palm glides over the bulge in his slacks as he seems content to watch. But you reach for him as well.

“You too.” You call to Erik.

It’s a blur of more touches, more skin, from there on. You wrap your fingers around Erik’s cock eagerly as they both join the rest of you, stripping themselves of their clothes too. You nudge your face against Stephen’s waistline. He’s barely out of his jeans when you reach for his arousal, guiding it to your lips. A groan tears from the detective’s throat as you hollow your cheeks around as much of his length as you can.

Erik’s cock twitches in your other grasp. His fingers thread through your hair, his steady hand a comfortable weight at the base of your neck as you close your eyes and swallow Stephen down.

“Fuck,” Rick grates out. His normally tan skin is flushed from his chest to the tips of his ears, a sheen of sweat forming over his body as he keeps fucking you vigorously. Takeshi, too, is reduced to grunts. And though you can’t see him, you can feel the way he grips your hips with bruising strength. Hear the way he pants and swears under his breath.

You pull off Stephen with a wet pop, uncaring about the small trail of saliva that follows your shining lips. You switch between Erik and Stephen like this until the familiar twist in their faces tells you how close they are.

Stephen reaches down and grips your fist around his cock, bucking his hips into you as he nears climax. You hum around Erik’s length, encouraging Stephen to come anywhere he wants. You whimper as the hot splash of spend lands on your jawline and your bouncing chest.

The sight elicits a groan from Erik. The first rope of cum hits the back of your throat and you draw your mouth off his cock to feel the rest paint your lips and chin. The man shudders with pleasure at the sight of you. And like a chain reaction, Rick warns you he’s close.

It’s Takeshi who reaches his fingers down and slides them over your slick clit.

You jump at the added pressure, your eyes rolling again. Erik drops to his knees, his mouth joining Takeshi’s to travel across your skin, lapping at the cum and sweat gathered on your breasts. He closes his lips around your nipple, still tender from all of Takeshi’s biting and sucking earlier.

Stephen’s mouth meets yours. He swallows your muffled little keens as the heat in your belly builds- more hot than you’ve ever felt before as Rick and Takeshi continue thrusting into you.

The colonel takes a moment to grip Stephen’s chin and drags his face away from you. He possessively leans in and steals a kiss from you right in front of Stephen.

But before your partner can object, Rick pulls away from you wetly and transfers the kiss right to him. You see the drunken smile form on Rick’s face as Stephen hesitates, surprised. Drunk on whiskey and the unbelivable fucking feeling of your cunt around his cock. Stephen grips the hand holding his chin, and it’s another little fight for control, right in front of you. The sight of their sliding tongues, of deep grunts mixing together, sends goosebumps over your skin.

Your thighs squeeze around Rick as you finally come. Your cry wracks through you with every wave, and Takeshi swears, soon following, as if he was waiting for the very moment to climax with you. Rick tears his face away from Stephen. His hips stutter as your walls flutter around him.

Rick comes last- deep inside you with a final thrust. They both do. Takeshi’s head falls to rest on your shoulder, and yours falls back on his.

You catch your breath. Erik pushes your hair from your face with a smile. By the way he’s leaning against you, you know his arousal is already back. Stephen, too, looks up at you with pupils wide and lustful.

They wait for Rick and Takeshi to remove themselves from the couch before joining you. It should be impossible, the way your mouth waters and your pussy twitches, ready for more.

The moonlight is dim outside when you crack open your eyes faintly. You can sense that you’re lying on the floor. Over the plush living room rug, you would guess. Someone spoons you from behind- their deep breathing lulls you in and out of your own sleep for a few minutes. You rub your legs against theirs, noticing a throw blanket has been tucked over your bottom half at some point in the night.

You stir again at the click and flare of a lighter.

Erik sits up and leans over Takeshi’s hand as the envoy offers a flame amicably. The small point of light illuminates Erik’s face for a moment, smoke curling into the still air around him and leaving shadows on the far wall. He takes a puff, before passing the cigarette down to Takeshi, who lies stretched out beside you, every inch of them both still bare.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Takeshi teases without having to catch your eye. He always seems to know when you’re awake, even now.

You sigh and stretch a little. “I suppose you boys have earned it.” You tease back. And they both smirk.

“Damn right.” Comes a deep rasp from behind you. Rick’s arms draw tighter around your midriff. He pulls you closer to him, if that’s even possible. You let out a soft giggle as he rolls you over himself and away from the other men.

You drag the blanket with you to keep yourself covered- though you don’t know why it matters now. No one has bothered dressing themselves again after your long night of celebrating. You all have never been closer than tonight.

You note how someone must have wiped you down with care as you slept, your skin clean where it had been utterly debauched. You could guess any one of them would have, at this point.

Rick presses his face into the back of your head, nuzzling you there.

That leaves you facing Stephen, whose head rests in the crook of his arm as he watches you with that lop-sided smile. Your eyes flick down to the serenity tattoo that stretches across his chest. You reach your hand out toward it, and Rick doesn’t seem to mind when the detective moves closer, slotting himself against you until you’re sandwiched between them, your hand over his sternum.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He murmurs sleepily, his tired smile filling you with warmth for your partner. Your someone far more than just a partner.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. Thank you.” You whisper back.

It’s obvious by Takeshi’s tone that he’s happy to interrupt your little moment, even from out of view with his own, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Detective.”

Rick snorts behind you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, darlin’.”

“Alles liebe zum valentinstag, mein schatz.”

Stephen sits up on his elbow with an irritated scrunch of his face.

”Ay y’all can go back to fuckin’ off again.” You can’t help but crack up a little at the indignant glare he shoots at all the others, even in the darkness.

“What do you mean? I think we’ve turned a new leaf, don’t you?” Asks Erik. And when he reaches over to pass the cigarette to him, Stephen’s glare softens. Still, he scoffs before he takes a cautious pull from the cig. “I quite enjoyed tonight.” Erik muses.

Takeshi agrees. “I wouldn’t object to doing that again.”

Finally, you sit up, much to Rick’s sleepy objection. He keeps his hold on your thigh as he turns over onto his back, his thumb still massaging your skin absently.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” You wonder with an impassive mutter. But of course, your chest swells just thinking about tonight. Not just the sex. But the dinner. The gifts. The way all four of them clearly value something more than their resentment toward each other. At least enough to play nice for tonight. Was that something really you? Was it really possible they could consider keeping this up?

Stephen sees the crease in your brow and the telling way your bottom lip juts out in a cautious pout.

He tsks, grinning at you. Reaching up, he swipes his thumb over that bottom lip. The gesture eases you.

“Y’already know who’s in charge, baby. You’re the boss.”

#rick flag x reader #Stephen holder x reader #Erik Heller x reader #takeshi kovacs x reader #'you can probably bang out a fic in one day' I say hours before valentines day #jfc #lets be real though I was always destined to write this fic #rick flag #takeshi kovacs #Stephen holder #erik heller #Joel kinnaman fanfiction #dont look Joel look away #mywords*

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gerec · 1 year

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Hello! Do you happen to know any cherik fics where Erik or Charles end up killing one another? Feeling a little angsty today lol.

Thank you for your patience Anon! I'm running behind on these recs as they're taking longer than I wanted to get finished! Hopefully you'll still find something here to enjoy!!!

Assassin in the Night by WhereTomorrowGoes

Erik is an assassin for hire. He gets a name and a photograph, the rest doesn’t matter so long as he gets paid. The latest name he receives is Charles Xavier.

And I Must Scream by marourin, Teacandles

Erik knew that coming back to this town was a pointless venture, but Charles's cryptic letter and the faint hope that his death was nothing more than a trick are enough to keep him moving forward.

Not Alone by TurtleTotem

What if that deflected bullet had hit Charles in the chest instead of the spine?

My Burning For You is Love by Pangea

“Click and I’ll work for you,” he says, “bang and I don’t.”

Charles smiles.

Erik pulls the trigger.

Before Sundown by isabeau

What's better than a zombie apocalypse? Why, having your best friend get infected! Oh wait. I mean worse, not better...

What happens by Nalou

Just after Cuba, Charles understands that he is doomed. Not because of Erik's bullet.

Because of the betrayal of his own body.

In my embrace (You will be safe) by kageillusionz

Charles never deserved this kind of end. Erik should have known better than to have deflected the bullet straight through Charles' skull.

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Unexpected (Visitors, Remix of) by Fullmetalcarer

Erik and Charles meet after the zombie apocalypse. The world is ending. Perhaps it has already ended and they are just clinging to an illusion of life.

#gerec rambles #cherik #fic rec #gerec's fic rec #major character death #mcd

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hi! i don't know if you've done this before but can i get some dadneto fics? just erik bonding with his children or charles and erik being a couple and spending time with their kids?

Hi anon, thank you for the ask. First of all, I'm so sorry for the long wait but I hope this list will compensate for that. There are so many dadneto fics out there and I hope you'll find some here you like!

Dadneto Fic Recs

One Second and a Million Miles – Madneto

Summary: Between being a parent to the best baby in the history of man-kind and co-running a Mutant Center in Hell's Kitchen, Erik Lehnsherr has his hands pretty full. Too full, certainly for romance; something that has never really been on his radar to begin with.

All that changes, however, when he meets Dr. Charles Xavier. Handsome, intelligent, capable, kind, an Omega level telepath, and one of the best pediatricians in the state, he's everything Erik didn't know he was looking for. But he's also Lorna's pediatrician which means, of course, he's off-limits. Except how is Erik supposed to try and forget his crush when he and Charles keep running into each other as if fate is trying to tell them something? When, as Charles says, they seem to want the same thing?

Your Father’s Daughter – ConsultingWriter

Summary: Wanda proves just how much she takes after Erik. Pietro reeled back before leaning back in "They didn't tell you what happened? Wanda got in a fist fight and totally wailed on this guy, I mean, on one hand I feel kinda embarrassed for him, but it was so epic."

Erik's eyebrows shot to his hairline. Wanda got in a fight? That was....surprising, to say the least. Wanda tended to take after Charles in temperament and preferred talking to violence.

Not What I was Expecting (So Much Better) – lazulisong

Summary: Erik, the single father, hires Charles, the grad student with the slightly shady past, to be his manny.

Marrying a Mob – Ook

Summary: Charles is a teacher at a very exclusive school. When armed men burst in on the trail of two children, of course he stands up to them and gets hurt. The children are Erik Lehnsherr's children (of course); a "prominent businessman" or, less politely, "mobster".

Erik is grateful to Charles for saving his children's lives at the cost of his kneecap. So very grateful.

Naturally he tries to reward Charles for his actions. Equally naturally, Charles will be having none of that.

Azazel finds the whole thing unspeakably hilarious. Naturally.

Take a Chance (On Me) - Ook

Summary: In which Charles, terrorised by his abusive ex, takes his young son to a small town in America, where they both settle down and make friends with their neighbours. Particularly the town mechanic, Erik, and his foster son, Alex. Requester stated they wanted to "drown in H/C. "

Can’t Buy Me Love – niniblack

Summary: Erik's a single dad struggling to make it work and nab the promotion he's been waiting for. The last thing he needs is to get involved with politician and notorious playboy Charles Xavier.

(The Maid in Manhattan pastiche that no one asked for.)

Sink or Swim – endingthemes

Summary: Erik is a struggling single dad of three kids with a burning hatred for Sebastian Shaw, the man who wronged him years ago. He’s tried to move on with his life, but a run-in with Shaw’s rude, spoiled omega, Charles, drags up old anger.

When Charles ends up in the hospital after an accident, Erik goes to confront him only to find that Charles has amnesia. In the confusion, Charles mistakenly assumes that Erik is his mate.

Erik knows he should clear up the misunderstanding, but how can he pass up this perfect chance for a little revenge?

(An Overboard AU)

Some Assembly Required – manic_intent

Summary: For the kmeme: "Alex and Hank were two teenagers who frequently fight in school. One fight got so bad that the principal called in their fathers (as both came from single-parent families)/ guardians for a conference. This was how Charles and Erik meet."

I ♥ NY (It’s My Friends I’m Not Sure Of) – oddegg

Summary: Erik is a single, successful man who likes quick sex with no strings attached. Then, he meets college professor Charles and it's love at first sight, at least for him. Charles, who heard of Erik's notorious ways, wants nothing to do with him besides being friends. Cue Erik bending over backwards to steal Charles' heart.

Series

Runs in the Family – Anonysquirrel (chibirisuchan)

Summary: In which mpreg!Charles Bakes All The Things, overprotective!Erik calls his small round tea-drinking husband "Vati's little teapot", Tony Stark/Bad Ideas is Stark Industries' most profitable OTP, and Alex and Steve are somehow along for the ride. And the cookies.

Heli Cases - Black_Betty

Summary: "Heli Cases" is a program on PBS whose aim is to educate on the rapidly increasing occurrence of genetic mutation in the general populous by breaking the complex science down into palatable, easy to digest pieces.

It is also the only thing that helps Erik get his fussy daughter to fall asleep.

(Featuring Dadneto, baby Lorna and the struggles of single fatherhood, and Charles as the host of a late night show about genetics.)

For here you are, standing there, loving me - orphan_account

Summary: Charles is a brilliant grad student, at Columbia on a full-ride. But his scholarship doesn't cover rent or the other necessities of living, so when his mother finally cuts him off, he is well and truly fucked. Enter emotionally distant father Erik Lehnsherr, in need of a live-in nanny for his seven adopted children. Who have driven off the eleven previous nannies. And who are all highly powerful mutants. Really, how hard can it be?

Or, the modern day The Sound of Music AU no one asked for.

Dress Your Family in Plaid and Skinny Jeans - cygnaut

Summary:Erik and Charles meet at the mutant playgroup/parenting support circle and they instantly hit it off. And so do their kids, Lorna and David.

Videos on the Internet - WaxRhapsodic

Summary:“Papa! Charles makes videos on the internet!” Nina chimed excitedly.

Charles blushed a furious red at her innocent words as he tried to stammer out an explanation in the face of Erik’s newly intense, calculated perusal that took him in from head to toe.

He gave a nervous laugh, “I’ve never heard it put quite that way, Nina.”

Still Going Strong - JackyJango

Summary: Speaking of forty-eight, Erik hates it. Hates it even more that others are aware of it. While he’s pragmatic enough to know and accept that aging is inexorable, the increase in number gives the people around him the freedom to pounce at him with questions, opinions and advice he'd fought to keep at bay all year.

Besides, Erik believes that youth is a state of mind, not a phase in one’s life.

You have a child’s mind in a man’s body, Charles constantly tells him.

But despite his age, Erik is healthy. He works out daily. His muscles are steel and he can dead-lift four hundred pounds. He can break bones without breaking a sweat. Most importantly, he can still carry Charles to the bedroom and fuck him senseless. And as long as Erik can do that, he’s perfectly happy.

Daddy Cool (In the Summertime, When Weather is High Remix) - JackyJango

Summary: Erik inspires a brand of fear in people that Charles has never been able to wield-- a combination of awe and terror-- the kind that comes from watching a Tiger prowl in the jungle. Charles doesn’t know whether it’s Erik’s cold, commanding demeanour, or his ability to pull a submarine out of the churning Atlantic that has others withering under his stare. Even their oldest children are not immune to Erik’s looming presence or the sharpness of his grey-eyed glare. Hank and Sean stammer while speaking with Erik, and Alex, who is outwardly austere, idolises the Metalbender. They all respect him in their own ways; of that, Charles is sure. The younger ones are a different story altogether. They’re scared of, what they dub as, Erik’s ‘Shark Grin’. It’s oddly entertaining to see them run away when he smiles, leaving a dumbfounded Erik in their wake.

It's also strangely what makes their mentoring-- or what Charles likes to think secretly as parenting-- work.

Or the 5 times Charles and Erik were good parents and 1 time they weren't.

Notorious DILF - bettysofia

Summary: Lorna Dane practices her photography every day. Her favorite model, who frequently ends up on her Facebook wall? Her dad. All of her friends always comment on how ridiculously hot he is.

When Charles Xavier happens to come across a photo of a ridiculously hot older man on Facebook he is instantly smitten. And he is determined. He is going to get that man.

Ohana - royal_chandler

Summary: Erik's children are absolute hellions. If by hellions, one means children who are incredibly protective of their new family unit and won't let a few household mishaps get in the way of keeping it together.

Shake It Up - professor

Summary: Erik has spent so long at this parenting thing he no longer recognizes when someone is hitting on him.

The other side of the coin - flightinflame

Summary: Alex knows he's damn lucky to have this job. Sure, the boss is kind of a dick, but he's a dick to everyone, and Alex appreciates him. He just can't believe the man has a softer side.

Erik Lehnsherr’s Guide to Parenting – keire_ke

Summary: Alex disapproves of school car washes, despite the abundance of wet bikinis on pretty girls. Erik doesn’t approve of his son shirking money-making duties. Human AU.

The Big Reveal (Your Faves Are Problematic Remix) - sebastian2017

Summary: It causes a small stir when Professor X and Magneto both have children starting at the same kindergarten. It’s a VERY big stir when someone figures out it’s actually just one: David Xavier-Lehnsherr.

Wrap me up, unfold me - hllfire

Summary: Charles Xavier is hired to tutor the daughter of one Mr. Lehnsherr after the man hears word of Charles' services. Unemployed, hungry and with no home to go to, Charles takes the job in a heartbeat, finding himself in the middle of a house full of gifted people like himself, from staff to his employer and the child he's supposed to teach. In his heart, there's only thankfulness for the man who hired him, but dealing with Mr. Lehnsherr turns out more complicated than he expected, especially after he finds himself falling in love with the man.

Home - diner_drama

Summary: Charles managed to bear three nights of constant wails from the apartment next door before he finally caved and knocked sharply on the door of his new neighbour. He was rewarded with the sight of the sleepy man framed in soft light of the doorway, his handsome face creased with tiredness, and his clothes rumpled and askew. A babe of four months or so was cradled against his chest, matching her cries to the dulcet tones of another infant behind them in the apartment.

Plastering his most winning smile on his face, Charles tried to keep the balance between reassuring and forceful. "Erik, get Pietro and sit down with both of the children on your sofa. I'll make up two bottles and we'll feed them together, and then you need to get some sleep."His neighbour didn't move, blocking the doorway and scowling suspiciously. "Who the fuck are you?" he hissed.

Playing House - ClarkeStetler, Goosenik

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr has been 'fighting for mutant rights' for the last couple years. Some might call it terrorism, but those people were narrow-minded. Unfortunately, this means that when Magda Maximoff died, no one was able to locate him to let him know that his children were without a guardian. Charles Xavier was selected as their foster parent instead, and had been doing an excellent job for the past year. Erik is back now and has no intention of being separated from his children, but working together for the kids is easier said than done.

In a different situation— some anonymous bar in some overpopulated city, perhaps— Erik would absolutely have been interested. He was slender and looked about Erik’s age, but his eyes took up the majority of his face and were almost alarmingly blue. His dark curls looked like they were made for a hand to fist in. His anger was nearly palpable, sparking off him in waves that Erik could physically feel. Under any other circumstance, he’d be attracted, would have immediately started things working to get the pretty little Englishman back to his place.

Not this circumstance.

“You will not,” the Brit snarled at Erik, “Not be taking custody of my children.”

Mansion by the Lake - flightinflame

Summary: When Nina manifests her abilities, Erik takes her and her mother to the one place he knows they will be safe. He finds himself once more thrown together with the man that he loves, and who he believed was forever lost to him.

For Charles, Erik's arrival brings challenges but also hope. And he could never turn away a child in need of help.

A Place To Belong - TempusNoKitsune

Summary: "Reverend Mother, Raven....I- please. I don't want-don't need a break. This is where I belong."

She shakes her head. "No Charles, I think that you do. In fact, I'm not going to give you a choice. If you still wish to return after your break you will be welcomed with open arms."

[The Sound of Music AU that no one asked for]

You Again - ag3nta

Summary: Charles absolutely hates Erik after meeting the mutant in college. Nearly ten years later, Charles thinks he’ll never see him again, that is until their kids become best friends.

Big Daddy Mags - JackyJango

Summary: Erik thinks that this all too early. But Charles had insisted that he had wanted to meet the kids. What was the hurry? They had known each other for only three months and been only on a couple of dates. He had not voiced any of his concerns at the time. But now, he’s sure that this is a very bad idea. He really likes Charles. Genius, smart, kind, mutant and gorgeous Charles. And his kids have a tendency of scaring away his potential partners. The last time it had happened, Emma had run away like she'd seen wildfire.

On the Way Home - brilliantdreams

Summary:Erik and his daughter Lorna are heading home on the very crowded evening train and the man in front of Erik has absolutely no balance.

Sundays With Charles - Penguina

Summary: Erik is a struggling single dad. His life is a mess, he's constantly drowning in problems - financial, emotional and parental - until one day it hits him! A car hits him actually... and it changes his life forever. Because that is when he meets Charles Xavier - a young man who brings sunlight and smiles back to the Lehnsherr family.

However Erik realizes his feelings for Charles change from friendship to something else and that is a big no in Erik's book.

Would you like to stay forever? - Daslebensmittel

Summary: Erik and Charles have great thing going, except that Erik's kids haven't met Charles yet. They expect the worst and hope for the best, but the kids have their own ideas.

The Family Man - ag3nta

Summary: Erik lives a very lavish lifestyle that changes one night on Christmas Eve when he disarms a robber at a gas station.

The next morning, Erik wakes up with three kids, and he’s married to his college sweetheart, Charles.

Erik Lehnsherr’s Baby and Child Care : 1st Ed. - ourgirlfriday

Summary: When everyone told Erik that having children would change things, he agreed wholeheartedly. For one, they’d need to get more food from the grocery store, and recalibrate the booze to juice ratio currently used in the apartment. He and Charles would have to either eschew mid-afternoon couch sex or become much stealthier about said mid-afternoon couch sex. The office, currently overflowing with Charles’s genetics texts and Erik’s maps and dossiers, would have to be converted to a baby room. They’d need toys of some sort or another. And he’d most certainly no longer be able to leave spare grenades on the end tables.

Daddy or Papa? - Pillow_Bee

Summary: A video goes viral in the month of January – it is that of a blue-eyed, dark-haired boy, two years old at most, who is being filmed by his Papa while his Daddy jokingly asks him to choose, “Who do you like most, darling, Daddy or Papa?”

After being asked the question several times and failing to give an answer that satisfies both his parents, the two-year-old bursts into tears (naturally).

Words and Pictures – pocky_slash

Summary: When Lorna's powers manifest early, Charles Xavier's mutant picture books are the perfect teaching tool. Erik just hadn't expected the author to be so young. Or attractive. Or available.

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