I know you're there, Charles. I can feel the metal around your wrist.
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Once you get this, you have to say five nice things about yourself and then send it to 10 of your favourite followers :D

Awhn Thanks~ :D 

Err let’s see…
1. I’m very generous. I mean, I prefer giving things to people than receiving them. Like, I’m a stuck up mofo when it comes to offering me stuff. I feel uncomfortable when receiving a gift and I don’t even know why. 

2. I make really good food! Appetizers, main dishes, dessert; everything tastes magical when I am the one that prepares it according to my mum. ;D 

3. I’m friendly when I get to know someone. At first I’m one of the shyest person out there and hanging out with me if i don’t know you is actually very awkward, but once i’ve threw that shy away, I’m a very friendly person c: 

4. My friends tell me that I’m pretty so I guess that could go in that five nice things about me?

5. And finally.. Err. I’m apparently adorable according to my friends again. Geez. I didn’t think I’d have such a hard time trying to find out nice things about me. I was stuck on the 2nd one and had to ask a friend to help me out, welp. :’D 

That night the chess game had started like it usually did; over a Martini/scotch glass and with small talks. So what the hell had happened for Charles to currently be pressed up against his chessboard, a broad German’s hand down his pants. 
See, they were peacefully playing against each other, absentmindedly talking about how their previous relationships had been. To that the metal-kine hadn’t had much to answer besides the only things he’s ever had that ever got close to a “relationship”: one night stands. As a man with a personal revenge in head, he never really could say that he’d be able to fall in love. That of course had been before he met Charles Xavier.
As they downed more and more drinks over the game though the two men decided to spice things up a little bit, the winner being allowed to as he is pleased with the other for the rest of the night and, really, why would the telepath complain about such a bet? Since he had seen his friend in that tight wetsuit that first night they met, he had been utterly curious about what said man carried down there. Oops. 
It wasn’t a big surprise when Erik won that game (and maybe, just MAYBE Charles had let him win that one because he was eager to know just what the tall man would be doing to him) and it quickly resulted in the two men making out harshly over the game they had partially knocked over while doing so. 
At some point, the older man had flipped him around, trailing kisses and bites down his friend’s neck while his hands took care of that ache that was growing down the Briton’s pants. Of course the sudden intrusion had him shivering at first but he quickly recovered and enjoyed the ride.And that was only the beginning of the night. Much more was yet to come. 

//Art is not mine~ [thoseweirdthings.tumblr.com] 

That night the chess game had started like it usually did; over a Martini/scotch glass and with small talks. So what the hell had happened for Charles to currently be pressed up against his chessboard, a broad German’s hand down his pants. 

See, they were peacefully playing against each other, absentmindedly talking about how their previous relationships had been. To that the metal-kine hadn’t had much to answer besides the only things he’s ever had that ever got close to a “relationship”: one night stands. As a man with a personal revenge in head, he never really could say that he’d be able to fall in love. That of course had been before he met Charles Xavier.

As they downed more and more drinks over the game though the two men decided to spice things up a little bit, the winner being allowed to as he is pleased with the other for the rest of the night and, really, why would the telepath complain about such a bet? Since he had seen his friend in that tight wetsuit that first night they met, he had been utterly curious about what said man carried down there. Oops. 

It wasn’t a big surprise when Erik won that game (and maybe, just MAYBE Charles had let him win that one because he was eager to know just what the tall man would be doing to him) and it quickly resulted in the two men making out harshly over the game they had partially knocked over while doing so. 

At some point, the older man had flipped him around, trailing kisses and bites down his friend’s neck while his hands took care of that ache that was growing down the Briton’s pants. Of course the sudden intrusion had him shivering at first but he quickly recovered and enjoyed the ride.
And that was only the beginning of the night. Much more was yet to come. 

//Art is not mine~ [thoseweirdthings.tumblr.com] 

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Since I met my latest follower goal, I thought I would do a little Supernatural-themed giveaway for all my lovelies!

rules are as follows:

  • must be following me
  • reblogs only, no likes
  • no contest blogs
  • up to ten entries per blog
  • ends on Wednesday, November 27th at 9pm EST
  • only one winner
  • winner’s ask box must be open, must respond within 24 hours

have fun!

if this reaches 2,500 notes, I think I’ll add on another special prize for the lucky winner ;)

Since we’ve hit the 2,500 mark, here’s an additional prize for our lucky winner:

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if we hit 5k, I’ll add a few more goodies.

good luck!

Two additional prizes, since we’ve passed the 5k mark:

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If we make it to 10k I will add two runner-up slots, each of whom will receive a special mystery prize!

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FLOWERS DON’T MAKE IT BETTER, ERIK, JESUS.

A little better?  Just a little better?  He’s not wearing the helmet!  That has to count for something!

100?!

I actually never thought that this blog would get more than 20 followers. Guess that I was wrong! Well Thank you to my fellow subscribers! I enjoy knowing that you like what I write even though I’ve not been very active lately due to mid-terms. :’D 

I’ll still reward you with some beautiful Cherik as soon as I’m free and as often as possible from now on! ;D 

Here, have some Fassy love<3

couldyoubemyerik:

Let me read you, Darling.: Request: Sick and tired.

 

Charles wasn’t someone often sick and it was a good thing. If he was human, it probably simply would be annoying. As a mutant, the system starts having difficulties to deal with the mutation. Let’s be honest: his telepathic mind was something hard to deal with in such a situation. Unable to trace correctly someone, to make a filter on what is heard or not or even on what he himself send to others. Plus, it makes him unable to have a normal day: cook for the kids and train them, read, hang out with Erik, search for mutants… No. Instead, he was there, in his bed, surrounded by thoughts coming from people in the mansion. In that kind of moment, he really does miss nights being in the arms of the German.

Laying in the bed, he wasn’t even moving until he felt a soft hand on his burning forehead. Erik. His heart, already beating quicker than usual, started to beat faster as he finally turned around to look at this perfect mutant. At least he could blame the sensation of short breath on his health, same goes for the foggy mind.Smiling at him, just a little, he took the sheets and pulled them over his shoulders. No matter how wet his forehead is, he felt cold. A soft “Morning, my friend." escaped his lips in answer to the words. If it made the englishman happy to know that the metal-kine came up to check on him? Yes. A hell lot. Even his mother wasn’t able to do such a thing. Always had to send over a maid or someone else. Raven, on the other side, helped him years later since she was too young to do such a thing before that. So having Erik, the man he loves, coming to see if he was fine, being worried… It felt great. Not that he was happy to make him worried, but it was a nice sensation to feel loved. By someone outside of family.

No matter how good it felt, Charles was still a stubborn man. Which explained why he lightly frowned and shook his head the best he could in such a position. Erik wasn’t a maid.

« No, I’m not hungry, but I can do it myself, Erik. I do not want to impose you such a thing. »

If he was serious? Of course. Even sick, even if his body doesn’t want to move at all and even if he wasn’t convincing at all, he wouldn’t impose something to someone. Even less Erik. Because even if it felt good that someone actually care if he is sick, he absolutely hates to make the others do things for him. Stubborn.

Mutants really were the evolved specie. In all of his life, Erik has mostly seen humans get sick. Mutants rarely are. Even he almost never got sick. It happened a couple of times when he was under Schmidt’s command whom would sometimes get him beaten up so badly that his system would be down enough to let sickness enter his body. Since then, he can’t even remember if he’s been sick once. Oh well, not that it mattered at the moment. He had to take care of a sick Charles whom seemed like he had caught a really bad cold or something. Maybe that the German should call for Hank just to be sure that it isn’t anything bigger than that. You never know with mutants. Especially since this one is a telepath, he probably also is more at risk with head issues no? 

Shaking his head a little as his friend inquired that he could be making that tea from himself, the metal-kine advised him not to move from that bed or he would force him back into it. He wasn’t kidding either. If he had to attach him to the bedpost, he would. Anything to keep him from making anything he would later regret. This wasn’t something he was being forced to do. Really, the man only wanted to help the Briton get back up on his feet as fast as possible. 

"Now I’ll go downstairs to prepare that cup of tea of yours. Just reach out for me if your need anything while I’m away. I’ll call for Hank to come and check on you as well."   He said before getting back up straight again and waiting for the younger man’s approval so he could leave that room. 

Let me read you, Darling.: Zoo and knowledge

couldyoubemyerik:

 

It was hard not to be afraid of judgement. It just brings back bad memories for being the freak kind and a nerd when younger. Now it was just painfull to hear people think that they were disgusting, that they should not be allowed in front of children and other things like that. How can’t you react to this? As they walked, he could see Erik looking behind from time to time and the number of people watching them started to lower a little. But really, just a tiny bit. It was appreciated, of course, yet not enough.

Even with all this horrible distraction from his perfect moment, he tried not to show much. He kept walking, trying to concentrate on the soft and soothing waves he could feel in his mind as well as not destroying Erik’s hand between some anxious fingers. It wouldn’t be a good idea to squeeze his hand even more than what he was. He doesn’t want to make him even more worried, on top of that. After a last look behind them, a short moment after the posh man himself looked behind, they walked at a faster pace controlled by the jewish man.

Once at the aquariums, they enterred one room, finding himself in front of a tunnel. With sharks swimming around like they wanted to. The lack of population reassured him, pushing away the need to exit this zoo. There was no more hate thoughts in his mind and he could finally breath a little. The world finally came back to a normal pace for him. Once they stopped, he lifted his eyes to a concerned Erik. It wasn’t this obvious, but he could feel it easily.That question. He was expecting it, of course.

" Of course I am, my friend. ” he let out in a smile, trying to make disappear this serious concerned face. He wanted to see him smile. He’s the one hearing voices in his mind, not the German. After a thumb rubbing softly against the older mutant, he left the hand to get closer to the glass, looking at one shark swimming not too far. It took him a moment, to study the form he had and his size before he smiled.

" Great whites? ” And he turned the head to glance at his friend. If he was expecting him to know the answer? Not necessarily. But there was a sign with the name on it a bit further anyway. The ambiance was amazing, all silent, with the sun piercing through the water as the only source of light. A blue-ish light. The water created some reflects on both of them. It was a peacefull place, the professor feeling now way more at ease. And as he looked at the man near him, he could hear his heart beat in his chest, thinking about how beautiful this man can be, even with such a weird water reflects on him. He had to admit that he would hate any stranger coming in to break their moment. That for a short moment he could accept the fact that, yes, this man does attract him and it probably wasn’t just a physical thing and that he was eager for the evening planned for them. Plus, that even with the moment from a few seconds ago, he appreciated to hold his hand. But all of this, it was in his head and he wouldn’t say it out loud.

Erik simply couldn’t believe that all of these people were thinking about the exact same thing: how disgusting Charles and him were for holding hands. Some people did a lot worse than that but no one ever looks at them to criticize their companion choice! No, really, the German was starting to get utterly pissed at these immoral human beings for making his date/nondate/whatever feel this way. He was trying to hide it, but the metal-kind could see beyond these walls. Deeply, the younger mutant was hurt. And it showed. Erik didn’t like this at all. The only thing that was holding him back from going out there again and make a wreck out of these people was the telepath still holding his hand and running a soothing thumb against the back of his own hand.

Trying very hard not to comment about the shorter man’s feelings, he accepted the words and didn’t say anything else about it. It still angered him to no end to know that all of these assholes were out there, probably still judging them, but the small smile on his friend’s face somewhat seemed to calm him down a little bit. When he talked, Erik joined him near the glass, nodding slowly when the latter mentioned Great Whites.

"Beautiful, aren’t they?" He finally said after looking through the glass window at the huge fish swimming around his aquarium peacefully. Well at least there wasn’t anyone here to judge them and they were having some nice time together… 

couldyoubemyerik:

Come to me, Schatz.: Beautiful

 

The briton never thought of himself as an angel. Really, he was far from that. Time passed in the bar, charming women, was a good proof for it. Using his mutation to get them as well. He never waited for the “only one”, the person that would come at him and take his virginity then they would live happy together. No, really, the telepath wasn’t even able to believe to this kind of “one true love” before he met Erik. So, yes, he was far from being an angel. Nobody was. They had fight like anyone else. This moment, by example, was the result of their fight. Okay, when Charles really was angry, it was hard to make him flench and accept charming and flattering comments coming from Erik. He was well aware that he may be stubborn.He would usually cross his arms and glare at the man, or push him away even. Still, after a while, he would just stop and kiss him. How is it possible to resist such a beautiful man forever, anyway? Even when he’s mad, Erik find a way to make him smile and make his heart beat faster under the love he feels for the German. Once they would be done, even if he’s exhausted, he would find a way to tell him that he’s still mad at the metal-bender. Nothing convincing, yet he would. The day it won’t end in sex must be feared.

Words were something important for Charles. As much as actions. He loves it when the older one is able to put his thoughts in words. He knows how it may be difficult for him to speak his mind and it just makes the telepath even more happy and in love when he hears that kind of things. Love-filled words. Way to pierce his way through Charles’ heart. Just like now. Perfect moment for some perfect words. It makes him shiver, it makes his heart go crazy, his body feeling weird… And all this, even though he never waited for his “loved one” before, never happened with any woman he charmed and might have take in bed. Nothing as strong as that. No girlfriend made him reach such a sensation and sex wasn’t the only reason for him to be in that state. Erik is the main one, period.

The shorter mutant chuckled at the tease. Or at least, the best he was able to as he moaned slowly, keeping his voice low not to be heard around. It would be horrible for one of the kids to hear them. Kids… They were not disturbing him as much. Really, he loves them! But sometimes, he wished he could live with Erik alone so they don’t have to hide. It was impossible to tell him “I love you” at any moment. They can’t just suddenly start kissing in the middle of the kitchen for several minutes since there’s a risk of a kid walking in. Still, he needs to train them. All of them. Love needed to come after. They both knew it.

As he let the words escape his lips, words he wasn’t used to say, he could feel Erik stop for a short moment. One or two seconds only, to be honest. And it changed everything. Not on the bad side, of course. It just seemed to enhance everything they felt at the moment, the telepath smiling as the older mutant stopped and he realized the reason. A shiver passed through his spine at the kiss, the englishman trying to look behind to glance at him. It wasn’t easy with the position he had. And as much as it was one of his favorite since his lover’s length was going all deep in, he felt like he needed to look at him. And this answer wasn’t helping the need.

I love it when you speak german, darling." he let out with a soft voice, panting a bit. He straighten his back so he can reach Erik with his lips, hand still holding the nape. "I need to see you as you’re taking me. So I can hug and kiss you." he finally whispered, his body filled with lust and love for the man over him. Contact. He needed to be more in contact with his German. He doesn’t care if it’s while being on his back or being on top and riding him. As long as he can kiss and hug him more easily. Because he loves him and need to show it. Right now, as the words are placed. He would be nothing without Erik.

No matter how Charles was seeing himself, he was seen as a perfect angel by Erik. He had, after all, came to save the German from death. He had saved him from pain, anger and hate as well. And the Jewish man was so god damn grateful for that. He doesn’t care about the other man’s past in which he would use his mutation to attract women in his bedroom. If the latter had been able to love him even if he knew all about the metal-kine’s own dark past, he sure as hell could care less about it. He, after all, wasn’t the holiest of men when it came to sex anyway.   

So here they were, going on and on with this infernally good love they were making and Erik could simply feel how much love was being transferred from the shorter man below him to his own mind. Himself was trying to send some as much as his untelepathic mind was able to. After this fight they had earlier, he really wanted to make sure that Charles knew that this wasn’t only make up sex. That it all meant something. That he was loved. Yet with the moans that were coming out of this lovely mouth the older mutant somehow felt like his lover already knew all about his feelings already. 

Trying not to stop his moving for too long when he was surprised by these three wonderful words, the German smiled softly even though his panting was probably masking it all up. So he kept going, thrusting in a particularly good angle when he heard the man underneath him praise his mother-tongue. Still, when he was asked for it, the taller man slowed down a little so he could turn the tables up a little bit. A second later, the Briton was on his back and his neck was being attacked by a thousand kisses coming from above before Erik entered him again.  "Happy?"  he slurred into the younger mutant’s ear before pulling back a little so said man could be looking at him as he wished to.