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#erik lehnsherr x you

kaznejis · 24 days

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Make It Fun, Don't Trust Anyone- Erik Lehnsherr x Reader

“I can feel it.” He spoke, refusing to meet your eyes as he visibly failed to prevent his thoughts from spilling, “I could sense the metal as soon as we left the building; I could sense your necklace, the rims of your sunglasses, the iron in your blood, and that ring.” His words turned to venom at the procurement of the final item, you watched as he grit his teeth; smoothing a hand over his head as his jaw clenched. Anger bloomed at the pits of your stomach in response, anger at his audacity to attempt to stake such ownership over you, “You were gone, Erik.” You spat, turning to him, anger blazing in your eyes; as reflected by the shock upon his face, “What? Did you expect me to wait around like a child? Wait for you to come back on the slim chance that it would happen?”

A/N: Hello! If anyone sees this, I hope you enjoy! If not, this is entirely self sufficing and I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. Just to note, sorry if the scenes taken from the movie seem a little..rushed? If there's one thing I do not enjoy it's working out how to incorporate existing scenes into canon compliant fanfiction. The struggle.

Word Count: 6,692 / Read it on AO3!

If you'd like to see more from me about Erik- please feel free to send in any requests! :)

The Cuban sunlight had acted as the perfect antithesis to your situation; the gaping hole that had formed and taken a residual spot within your ribcage as you knelt beside Charles, screaming and crying at the lack of feeling in his legs.

But your eyes had not been upon him.

You had stared up at Erik, stomach collapsing at his stoic gaze; only remnants of his grief were prevalent to yourself, the person that had known him most in the world. That wretched helmet had sat upon his head, his eyes empty with the melancholy of his own steadfast determination.

“Join me.” He had whispered, his lower lip trembling as his eyes finally landed upon you; the first time since you had boarded the plane to Cuba. He had reached out then, his palm splayed towards you; hope swimming in his eyes as he beckoned you forward.

You had simply shaken your head, lips tight and breaths heaving as you held his gaze. You watched as his heart broke, as his eyes glistened and bloodied hands trembled. You watched as he nodded and as he turned away from you. Turned away from the love that you had shared, choosing his own foolish endeavours of revenge over you. Allowing grief to swallow you, you had ducked your head; unable to watch as he walked away, unable to face Charles, writhing in the pain of your lovers’ actions.

That had been it- you had returned to the school. Welcoming and accepting prospective students; working as an administrator and overseeing the school’s board. It had been good, amazing- supplying a necessary distraction to the heartbreak you had endured and a chance to improve your powers, learn from the experiences of others. There, in your reluctant state of happiness, you had met Adam.

Adam, the school’s mutant psychology teacher; specialising in mind-based and largely telekinetic powers. Your curiosity regarding Erik’s powers had led you to him, sitting beside his desk; asking question after question. Questions soon turned into conversations and you soon found yourself being courted. All the traditional romances that had never crossed your mind when with Erik had become your reality; constant flowers, gifts, candle-lit dinners as your heels caressed his leg beneath the table.

Your family had loved him, adored him. They had never met Erik, for obvious reasons, and whilst they were more supportive of your mutant gene than the average family; they had hoped that you would still be able to live the average life. Meaning, that you would acquire the average husband. Your family had practically demanded that you married him despite only being a year into the relationship, the pointed remarks about you being ‘unwedded at such an age’ a constant force at each gathering.

So, you had. You had adorned the white dress, the large diamond ring, and Charles had granted his blessings by allowing you to host the wedding on the school’s grounds. Everyone and anyone that could have possibly been there had been in attendance, a day simply to forget about the wrongdoings of the past, the present and the future.

On paper, everything was perfect.

“Do you ever think about him?” Charles had asked, the night before your wedding, the two of you nursing a glass of scotch each within his office.

You had exhaled through your nose, a lodge forming at the base of your throat, “No.” Despite the pronunciation of such a small, singular word; your voice had croaked, your chest trembling pathetically.

Charles had simply nodded, his eyes flickering; his powers catching your obvious lie. “He’s in prison now, you know?”

You nodded, humming affirmatively, your gut twisting at the reminder.

“Are you sure you want to go through with tomorrow?”

“I do.” You smirked, a failed attempt at humour as Charles had only looked back at you with sympathy, “I can’t sit here and say that Erik is never on my mind but… this is for the best.”

Charles had only nodded, his face twisting as hair fell before his eyes, “He will never bother us again, I will make sure of that.”

Whilst you had thanked him, smile wide and eyes crinkling as you both raised a glass; you couldn’t ignore the way your stomach had swooped in disappointment. The way your chest had heaved with unbridled pain, simply at the thought of never seeing Erik again. You would wrestle with it for the years to come- the guilt of constantly thinking of another man as you lay beside your husband.

Your love with Erik had, to simply put it, been enigmatic; fuelled by passion- both by the mission at hand and the way you felt for each other. There had been awful, screaming fights on the worst days and entangled limbs with scratches lining his spine on the best. You had loved him with every ounce of your being, cared for him, yearned for him when he wasn’t there. Whilst you had endured the worst pains of your life with him, you had also been at your happiest.

It had been toxic, ferocious, you had never known what would come next.

You missed it every day.

You passed the feeling off as pure delusion, your mutant gene playing cruel tricks on your mind as the years passed; as you grew bored. Bored of the same mundane life every day, bored of the simple forehead kisses, bored of that house. You and Adam remained within the dark confines of the manor instead of finding a place of your own following the fallout of the war in Vietnam; acting as support for Charles, who had steadfastly begun to dwindle in both his morality and his health. You had used this as an excuse every time Adam had attempted to introduce the necessary conversation of moving on, settling down. Children. You had deflected his attempts every time, claiming that you needed to be there for Charles, that you weren’t ready, that it wasn’t the right time.

You knew for a fact that the reality lay within your inability to let Erik go, your inability to potentially miss the opportunity to catch a taste of his mere presence again. As the breadth of time since he left and the distance with Adam widened, you thought of Erik more and more. His serrating blue eyes and wicked charm haunted every moment, both awake and unconscious. You yearned for him, worried for him, hated him. You hated him for giving you up so easily, your lack of support in that specific moment signifying the end of everything, defining the status of the rest of your life. Sometimes, during the darkest of nights, the ones where you felt so alone, the nights where the wind howled and the trees drew vines and branches upon the walls- you imagined what it would have been like to join him, to have clasped his hand against yours and allowed him to lead you into the darkness.

Secretly, you knew that following Magneto would have led to your early demise, sometimes you pondered on whether that could have been a better end to your time together than your reality.

But then, as Spring turned into Summer; as the grounds of the manour flourished in their unkempt state and the sun cast illuminations through the large windows- Logan arrived at your doorstep. A mission from the future, unbelievable if not for the pure conviction in his eyes. Unbelievable if not for the grief that haunted his strong features.

You had been completely unprepared when Logan had stood from the chair you had offered him, yourself having been perched on the edge of Charles’ crumpled couch; your legs crossed and hands clasped with worry as he had detailed the horrors he had experienced, the horrors that he was there to prevent. He had paced the length of the table, surveying each resident of the room; you hadn’t missed the way his eyes had flickered between you and Adam; his forehead scrunching before his brows raised in amusement.

“Ah…he warned me about this.” He grinned, flicking a finger between the two of you and scratching at the base of his head. “Kinda weird to see actually.”

“Sorry?” You smiled politely, head swarmed with confusion, you looked over at Adam only to see he bore a similar expression, “He?”

“We need to find Magneto,” Logan spoke determinedly, his gaze fierce, his voice taking a tone of finality. He was serious, conviction overtaking the air as the gravity of the situation dawned upon each resident.

You knew that he was right.

In that moment, you had been able to do nothing but stand and promptly leave the room; abandon the sound of Charles’ manic laughter that followed Logan’s words, Hank’s doubt that tended to suffocate a room. But most notably, you were abandoning your so-called husband’s silence.

Somehow, you found yourself curled beneath your bed covers, arms crossed over your knees like a small child; your form shrunken in your fear and heartbreak and doubt, tremors racking your shoulders. As you attempted to steady your breathing, a knock sounded at your bedroom door. Expecting it to be Adam, you promptly rose from your position; scrubbing furiously at your swollen eyelids.

But to your shock, Logan entered the room.

“I’m sorry to barge in like this,” He held his hands out placantingly, slowly approaching you as if you were a timid animal, “I know you don’t know me, but I know you, Y/N, very well and… I wanted to check you were okay.”

You nodded, crossing your arms and biting your lip as you mulled over the words he had spoken since his arrival, “It’s okay… I just- haven’t heard his name outside of my own head in a while.”

“Erik?”

You smiled, your heart blooming at his real name, the name you had known him by, “Yes… I’m assuming you know about us; I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve witnessed one of our messes for yourself,” He had smiled at that, his teeth glinting as he chuffed in amusement, though you could only stare at Logan, building the courage to ask what you desperately wanted to know, “When, you know, you were sent here… was Erik there?”

“Yes.” Logan nodded.

“Was I?”

Logan nodded once again, though opted to do so silently this time.

“What did he tell you about us?”

Logan laughed properly then, a smile finally breaking across his face, “He told me not to meddle, that your situation is especially… sensitive, at this point.” He scratched a hand across his chin, his expression filled with nothing but pure mirth as he spoke, “Which I can see, seeing as though he’s locked one hundred feet underground and you’re married.” He finished that with a pointed look at your ring finger.

You nodded, that you found yourself unable to match his amusement, unsure of exactly what it was he found funny, “I haven’t seen him in almost ten years.” You shrugged, “When I try to think about it, I don’t even know what he looks like anymore.”

“But you still think about him?”

You sighed, lowering your gaze to pick at the loose threads upon your old bed sheets; you had always been reluctant to get rid of them, the memories that they held with Erik remained too precious. Slowly and timidly, you spoke, “Every day.”

Logan could only nod, an exhale sounding from his nose, “Well, if I can trust anything from my time knowing you; it’s your ability to give that man hell.”

So, the following day; with an overly-energised, overly-excited teenage mutant in tow; Hank, Charles, and Logan had embarked en route for the Pentagon.

“Stay safe.” Adam had spoken as he leaned against the entrance to the house, having opted to stay behind; claiming that the house needed to be watched despite Logan being the first visitor in years. You had simply smiled at him, waving goodbye before turning towards the car; you didn’t miss the way the door had immediately slammed, Adam having chosen to waste no time in ensuring your safe departure. He had been quiet since Logan’s arrival, especially since the mention of Erik’s name and your obvious upset in response.

You feared that despite his promise to protect the house, he would not be there upon your return.

“I can’t believe you even married that guy.” Logan had mumbled, chuckling to himself and shaking his head as he slid into the car’s driver's seat; you could only manage a meager glare- your doubt regarding Adam had been clear even to yourself.

Whilst the others performed the monumental task of attempting to free Erik; you had been tasked with organising the transport from the Pentagon and away, far away. You knew that Charles had orchestrated this purposefully, giving you the chance to see Erik as little as possible if necessary. You had accepted without a fight, you feared that if faced with Erik in a dire situation; you would act impulsively, irrationally. You feared that if faced with Erik, you would be able to do nothing but throw yourself into his arms.

“Not appropriate.” You had mumbled to yourself at the thought, tapping a hand against the car’s wheel; dark aviators high upon your nose as you awaited. Your other hand hung from the drivers-side window, a dwindling cigarette balancing lazily between your fingers; it had been a nasty habit you had picked up in your adulthood, largely to Adam’s chagrin who had banned you from doing so indoors. You began to recognise that the stress of marriage had aged you significantly; the existence of service had overtaken your life in a way you hadn’t predicted.

Just as you had begun to dwell upon your own disappointing life decisions; a loud bustle of noise exploded from the doors exiting the building’s kitchen; you only had a second to rescue your cigarette and balance it between your teeth before the group rushed to the car. Peter immediately sped ahead and claimed the passenger seat, grinning at you cheekily as he slid beside you; though this was quickly diminished when Logan slammed the car door back open, promptly gathering the teenager by the lapels of his jacket and ejecting him from the seat. You could only guffaw as he promptly plucked the cigarette from between your teeth, taking a hasty drag as the rest of the group piled into the back.

You refused to glance at the rear mirror.

“Seriously Y/N?” Charles huffed exasperatedly from what you could assume was the seat directly behind you, the rustling of his jacket prevalent as he attempted to get comfortable in the tight squeeze of seats, “This may be a getaway car but it doesn’t mean you can abuse it to your will with your smoking.”

You gritted your teeth, slamming your foot upon the pedal and pulling out onto the road; en route to the airport. Erik’s presence behind you plagued your mind, causing your fingers to tighten upon the wheel and your toes to curl within your shoes, every hair upon your neck stood ramrock straight as you waited, yearning for him to acknowledge you.

This was what you had dreamed of, every night for years, and now you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him.

A gleam caught your eyes as you drove, suddenly all too aware of your left hand rested on the steering wheel. Your wedding ring still adorned upon your finger, glistening obnoxiously in the afternoon sun. Risking a glance, you rose your eyes to the rearview mirror- only to immediately flick your eyes back to the road before you.

There, in the middle seat, sat Erik- his cheeks sunken, hollow; the effects of years in confinement were prevalent in his every feature. His skin was pale, almost ghastly; his haircut was shaggy, uncaring. But what shocked you the most, what made you pull your eyes away from the man you loved so suddenly- was the way his eyes, those hauntingly blue eyes, stared straight at you, straight at the ring upon your finger. You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from squeaking in response, the taste of blood plaguing your mouth as you willed yourself to focus on the road, focus on the mission at hand.

You knew that Logan had witnessed every moment of that encounter, his dark eyes sunk into the side of your face as you determinedly stared forward, refusing to acknowledge any of the people around you. Alongside the stench of smoke, the air in the car was thick with tension- the aura of unspoken words choking every passenger. Even Peter, the usual chatterbox and the one who had spoken your ears off the entire way to the Pentagon had opted to stay silent; instead staring out of the window, his lips twisted in his own display of tension.

As you drove in silence, you became all too aware of Erik’s presence; you found yourself pinpointing his specific breaths, the crinkle of his prisoner-assigned uniform, the shuffle of his legs against the side of your seat, the nervous tap of his finger against his knuckles.

It was a miracle you managed to reach the airport.

Upon saying goodbye to Peter, you determinedly pushed past the front-row seats of the private jet, opting to sit at the very rear of the plane alongside Logan, of which had simply raised an eyebrow and sighed as you lowered yourself before him, “You two are more pathetic than I expected.” He exhibited an air of nonchalance as he lit his cigar, despite the plane now very much being in the sky, and propped open a newspaper upon his lap- though it was prevalent that he found delight in watching the entire situation unfold.

You raised your eyebrows, shrugging your shoulders stubbornly and sliding back against the base of the chair, “There’s no ‘us two’,” To which you complimented with the use of air quotes, “I am married, Logan.”

Logan could only laugh at that, shaking his head, a habit he seemed to have picked up in his exasperation at what was unfolding before him, “You do realise I’m from the future right?”

Scowling, you crossed your arms and opted to sulk at the back of the plane; still determinedly refusing to look Erik’s way- who was now engaging in a heated argument with Charles.

“Do I at least age well?”

“Of course,” Logan smirked, holding his cigar up in a toast; though he was quickly interrupted by the creaking of metal as the foundations of the plane shook; Erik. Logan jumped forward and immediately threw the two of you to the ground- acting as a human shield as the plane began to tip sideways; Erik’s passion overtaking all rational thought as plates and glassware shattered beside you.

“You abandoned us all.” He spoke with finality, Charles lay splayed across multiple seats, his hair a tangled mess as he gaped at Erik. You could only pull yourself back into your seat as Charles left for the cockpit, both you and Logan gasping at each other as you attempted to regain your stolen breath.

“So,” Logan grunted, fetching a new cigar and lighting it, “You were always an asshole then.”

You could only scoff as Erik turned, facing you for the first time since boarding the plane; you noted the way his eyes landed upon anything, anywhere but you.

“I bet we’re best buds in the future,” Erik smirked sardonically, his voice rough with the sudden severity of his outburst.

Logan hummed, puffing on his cigar before offering you a puff, to which you politely declined, “Not like me and your old friend Y/N here are.”

At the mention of your name, his hands spasmed at his sides; his fingers convulsing in a bodily reaction at the mere recognition of your existence. You would have felt excitement, love; if it weren’t for the way his eyes told a different story- cold and piercing as they landed upon you, his cheekbones twitching as he allowed himself a second of eye contact before he abruptly turned, returning to his seat across the plane.

“Jesus,” Logan mumbled to himself, reclining in his seat and widening his eyes at you; you could only nod. Jesus.

With Erik and Charles opting to keep to themselves, the rest of the journey went swimmingly- immediately upon landing you wasted no time in departing from the suffocating air of the cabin; luxuriating in the deep breaths of fresh, evening air that greeted you.

“We need to find somewhere to rest.” Charles spoke from behind you, “The drive to the next spot is too long and we’re all exhausted.” He glared pointedly at Erik then, who simply sighed; as you allowed yourself a glance at him, it was prevalent that he too was plagued by fatigue. His cheeks were more sunken than before, his eyes drooping as he visibly struggled to hold himself up. You yearned to reach out, place a hand on his spine and simply hold him, aid him as he wrestled with the weight of the world upon his back. But then, as his eyes turned towards yours, the weight of the wedding ring upon your finger prevailed once again; you could only turn away.

Hank managed to find a group of last minute rooms at a nearby motel, though as he returned to the reception's waiting area, keys in hand, his nerves were ever-prevalent. “I only managed to get three rooms; two have two beds and another has one, I was thinking-”

“I’m taking the solo room,” Logan ordered, snatching the key from Hank’s hand and sauntering down the hallway, though not without sending a wink over his shoulder at you. Bastard.

“Oh-” Hank froze, the other keys dangling from his fingers- you could only watch as he winced, practically praying for you to forgive him with his eyes, “Charles, I doubt it would be safe for you to be with Erik, so I guess…”

You could only sigh, electing every ounce of confidence you could embody before standing, cutting Hank off once again before retrieving a key from his hand, without turning you spoke, “Well, come on then, Erik.”

You felt his presence behind you, each of you electing to say nothing as you unlocked the haggard wooden door; its hinges creaking as you pushed open the door. Before you stood two double beds, an only-just-comfortable distance between the two. Nodding to yourself, you entered the room, your fingers twirling the keys nervously as you surveyed the room; you felt the air thicken as the door slammed behind you- you felt like prey finally being cornered by the predator.

Erik cleared his throat behind you, the sound thick and grating, “I’ll take the bed beside the door; would you like to use the bathroom first?”

You turned towards him, shocked by his kindness; he could only stare back at you, his eyes heavy-lidded and exhaustion tinting his features. “I- Sure.” You could only croak, opting to briskly enter the bathroom; afraid of irrationality taking over your lovesick mind. Reaching behind the shower’s curtain, you turned on the water before stripping off your clothes, the sound of your ring clattering against the sink as you placed it down caused you to flinch, knowing that Erik would be all too aware of your every move from the other side of the door.

You took your time in the shower, breathing in the warm steam and collecting yourself after the events of the day, collecting yourself in preparation for the events of the night that was to come. You could do this, even if it meant a sleepless night whilst Erik lay only feet away; whilst the object of all of your nightmares lay only feet away. It reminded you of a night, a night a long time ago; in a motel room just like the one you were in, his skin against yours; his breath hot against the base of your throat as he had slowly stripped you of your clothes, as he had kissed every inch of you. It reminded you of his pants as he pushed into you, his groans as he buried his sweat-coated forehead into the skin of your shoulder, biting and licking and sucking there as you became one. The way that he had moaned his love for you into the skin there, your responsive moans loud and uncaring as you had clawed at the skin of his back, gripped at the hair upon the base of his head-

Stop; you shut off the hot water, stumbling from the shower as you panted, your cheeks and chest red with warmth as you desperately attempted to remove the memory from your mind. Gripping the porcelain of the sink, you eyed your pathetic reflection; willing, begging, yourself to let this go, let your silly daydreams go. This was reality, your reality. Getting through the night was the only necessity you needed to accomplish, then you could avoid Erik and promptly never see him again.

You could go back to your husband, back to your life.

Undeniably however, you couldn’t ignore the way Erik made you feel, the way his mere presence made you feel. Adam’s influence upon you paled entirely in comparison, your obligation to return to him simply one of duty, one to appease your family, one to live the ‘perfect’ life- be the perfect wife. But you craved more, you craved better; for years you had chased and yearned for the way Erik’s slightest touch had made you feel- the way that his love encompassed every molecule of your being; the way that he had branded you for life, rendered unable to ever feel the way you had felt with him again. Your thoughts of Erik made you all too aware of how long you had spent in the bathroom.

How long you had spent, very obviously, avoiding him.

You emerged from the bathroom in nothing but the oversized shirt you had packed hastily to sleep in; swiping it from the bed due to the short notice you had received in regards to this trip. You felt bare, naked suddenly as you left the bathroom to Erik’s piercing gaze. He sat, fully clothed, lounging against the headrest; allowing a pen to swirl around his fingers, dancing from pointer to thumb as his wrist spun. Entrapped, you could only stand there and stare; stare at the beauty of his powers, at the beauty of him.

“It feels good,” He spoke slowly, carefully, allowing the pen to drop onto the sheets beside him, “To use my powers again; to feel metal.”

You nodded, smiling politely, unsure of exactly what to say in response. You opted to stay silent, allowing yourself to walk past him and into your own bed, the crinkle of the duvet loud in the silent room, loud within the silence that was swelling between you.

“You aren’t wearing it,” Erik spoke suddenly, his voice slicing through the silence; to your shock. Once you recovered, you simply crooked an eyebrow at him, to which he spoke; swallowing his words audibly, “Your ring.”

“Oh,” You shook your head, staring down at your empty finger, remembering that you had placed it on the sink, “I usually-”

“I can feel it.” He spoke, refusing to meet your eyes as he failed to prevent his thoughts from spilling, “I could sense the metal as soon as we left the building; I could sense your necklace, the rims of your sunglasses, the iron in your blood, and that ring.”

His words turned to venom at the procurement of the final item, you watched as he grit his teeth; smoothing a hand over his head as his jaw clenched. Anger bloomed at the pits of your stomach in response, anger at his audacity to attempt to stake such ownership over you, “You were gone, Erik.” You spat, turning to him, anger blazing in your eyes; as reflected by the shock upon his face, “What? Did you expect me to wait around like a child? Wait for you to come back on the slim chance that it would happen?”

Slowly, at the pit of his lungs, he formed a laugh; his head shaking as his fingers trembled once again, “You think so lowly of me, Darling.”

“You left me!” You were yelling now, rising from the tangled bed sheets as your chest heaved with anger, heaved with the heartbreak and sadness that had plagued you for the consequent years following his departure, “You left me.”

“I gave you a choice, Y/N. You chose Charles, you were more than welcome to come with me.”

You shook your head, scoffing, “Well… if I had gone with you; I would be dead by now.” Your tone held a sense of finality, as supported by your return to the bed as you promptly turned your back to him, curling up under the duvet and refusing to face his reaction to your words. His response followed in the slam of the bathroom door as he promptly left the room; leaving behind the stale air of your own regret.

It felt like hours as you waited, wondered; hoped for him to come back. Hoped for the two of you to forget the words that had been said, to sleep comfortably in your separate beds and complete this mission as peacefully as possible; to go your separate ways and live your separate lives once again.

In the depths of these daunting thoughts, you fell asleep; the exhaustion of the day’s tensions taking hold as your eyes slipped closed. You woke, hours later, to the moon’s rays spanning throughout the room; a ghostly glow hanging in the air as you rubbed at your eyes, glancing to your side, Erik was fast asleep; his sharp edges and soft hair illuminated in the scant light- you allowed yourself a moment, just that moment, to take him in. Drink in the features you hadn’t faced in almost a decade, the features you longed to reach out towards; to trail a finger down his jaw or scratch a nail upon his hair. His hair was wavy, a slightly damp smell filtered throughout the room told you that he too had taken the opportunity to shower.

The thought of his broad shoulders and lean back illuminated by the spray of hot water did nothing to help the swarm of doubt swirling within your gut. Shaking your head, you reached into the bag beside your bed; fetching the box of cigarettes stashed within one of the inner pockets.

Then, barefoot and in just a shirt, you shouldered open the room’s door, balancing a cigarette upon your lip as you did so before promptly lighting it, traversing the motel’s corridors silently before reaching the fire escape. Hoisting yourself upwards, you climbed up the ladders before finally reaching the building’s roof. The night was clear, quiet; the only sounds emerging from the distant highway and subsequent traffic- you listened out for any signs of disruption as you lowered yourself to the roof, allowing your legs to dangle from the side of the building.

The silence of the night and the goosebumps prickling at your bare arms allowed the tears to emerge; it allowed them to pour down your cheeks, for snot to bubble at your nose and for your lips to tremble with unkempt sobs. You allowed for your hurt to take hold, for your hurt at Erik’s words and actions and simple presence to take hold. But then you allowed your hurt towards yourself to unfold; for allowing yourself to end up here, in this situation- living this life that you had manufactured for yourself.

You couldn’t go back to that motel room, but most notably you couldn’t go back home. You couldn’t bear it anymore; the stresses of being within that barron manor were becoming too much to bear. If you couldn’t be with Erik, then you would rather be alone; somewhere far away, far away from here. You stewed upon this thought for a long time, as you lit your second, third and fourth cigarettes; it prevailed.

Just as your fourth cigarette began to dwindle, the slam of a door sounded below you before hasty, alert footsteps lined the hallway. You rose, walking back towards the highest entrance of the fire exit before looking down; listening as the hurried steps continued, haggard breaths accompanying it. Opting to investigate, you lowered yourself onto the platform below before descending the stairs; entering the residential hallway of the hotel. There, at the end of the corridor stood Erik, the obvious source of the worried footsteps as his chest heaved; he was turning in place, visibly searching for something as he rushed down the hallway.

“What-” You mumbled, slowly walking towards him as he had not yet spotted you. Finally, you decided to catch his attention; concerned as to whether there was some form of danger, “Erik?” You called, a hand shielding your eyes as you peered down the dark hallway. You watched as he froze at the sound of your words, his head snapping towards you as he drank in your presence, your appearance.

“What the fuck-” He breathed, immediately shaking off his shock and advancing towards you, practically running as he reached you. Entirely unannounced, he swept you up into his arms; shaking as he lowered his head to your shoulder, practically breathing you in as he tightened his hold by the second.

“Erik, what-”

“What is your problem?” He pulled back almost as soon as it had begun, his breathing staggered as a blush covered his cheeks; he wore only the black tank top and sweatpants he had been asleep in, his hair a mess upon his head; as if he had just jumped from his bed, “I woke up and- and you were gone, your bed sheets were practically stale with how long you’ve been gone I-”

“I’m fine.” You assured, catching his hands between your own as an attempt to calm him down; the worry he had been feeling now prevalent within the staggering of his chest and the blush at his cheeks, “I just went to have a smoke I- let’s get you back to the room.”

He nodded, his glassy eyes immediately beginning to droop as he allowed you to use your grasp on his hand to pull him down the hallway. Upon depositing him into his own bed, as you left to enter your own, a tight grip latched upon your wrist; you turned, only to be met with those blue eyes swarming with desperation, “Stay?”

You sighed, nodding reluctantly before crawling in beside him; allowing him to drape an arm over your waist, allowing him to rest his head upon yours. Before your departure, before the decision would be set; you could allow yourself this one thing, this one night of unplagued sleep as his comfort would ward away the nightmares that tended to tinge your nights.

But, before you could fall asleep; Erik’s voice rumbled above you, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You could only shrug, pressing your nose to his chest as you listened to his heartbeat, “Me too, Erik.”

He moved backwards then, settling so that his face lay directly before yours; the tip of his nose rubbing against yours with each second breath. It seemed that he could only muster a whisper as he continued to speak, “You have nothing to be sorry for.” His eyes grew wet as he spoke, his head shaking slightly as he smiled sadly.

“Erik.” You whispered, your voice soft with contempt as you raised a hand to his cheek; brushing away the tears that had begun to fall there. Feeling him swallow against your wrist, you could only watch as his eyes flickered downwards, just as your tongue darted out to wet your bottom lip. Before you could register, he had moved; his lips pressed to yours as your cheeks grew wet with his steadily falling tears. Your mind allowed nothing else but to kiss back, to shift your leg upwards and to caress his cheek with your thumb. He kissed you earnestly, slowly; as if approaching a terrified fawn, testing the waters as to what you would allow him. You could practically taste the desperation perspiring his tongue, as you assumed he could yours. You would take anything, trade any parts of your wretched souls if it meant that you could feel this forever; feel the warmth of his tongue sliding against yours for every waking moment that remained.

Erik pulled back then, only to lower himself; his mouth hot and needy against your throat, his hands trailing patterns against the skin of your stomach; becoming exposed as your shirt had rode upwards. His ministrations rendered you only able to lay there and pant; to bask in the feeling of being needed, wanted. Truly, ferociously.

As he began to paint a trail of kisses down his stomach, something changed; something shifted in his demeanour. His hands, beginning to pull your thighs upward, were shaking and whilst his lips were forming kisses, they were forming words too. As you raised yourself to rest against your elbows, you finally heard the words forming within his mouth, “Please don’t go back to him.” He was whispering, pairing the almost unspoken words with a gentle kiss to the nearest area of skin; he was crying again, his eyes glistening with fresh, unshed tears as he burrowed his face into your skin. It seemed as if he was afraid to let you go, practically burrowing himself into your being, with the hopes that you would stay.

“Erik, Erik wait-” You spoke urgently, lowering your hand to his chin before pushing him away; he stared up at you through his glassy eyes; his hair ruffled and cheeks rosy. Confusion graced his features at first, though he soon registered the concern in your eyes and realisation visibly dawned upon him.

He removed himself from you then, moving to sit at the end of the bed; the duvet splayed around his waist as he sat with his legs crossed. He seemed to take a moment to compose himself, wiping at his mouth and running a finger over his teary eyes, “I’m sorry Y/N, I- it’s not my place to tell you what to do.”

Instantly, you crawled towards him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and settling yourself into the space between his legs; you felt his cheeks crinkle as you pressed kiss after kiss to his face, but you could still sense his confusion, his doubt. “I knew I would be leaving him the moment Logan mentioned your name, whether you were coming with me or not.” You stroked his hair as you spoke, caressing your fingers through the thin tendrils of oaky brown hair that adorned your lover's head. Erik grinned then; his teeth shining as he practically mooned up at you, he kissed you again then; pulling you in and deeper into his lap.

Before you could push him onto his back, before you could lower yourself upon him and mobilise the groans that would fall from his mouth; he abruptly straightened up, untwining his hand from beneath your shirt and raising it in the air- your wedding ring flew towards the two of you, hanging in the air before Erik made a flicking motion with his fingers; you could only gape as the ring flew through the open window and into the darkness of the night.

“Erik!” You squealed, hitting at his chest as he laughed loudly, unabashedly. Despite being secretly pleased, you couldn’t allow him to know that. “That was expensive!”

“I can find you better,” Erik grumbled against your chest, burrowing his head into your shirt and inhaling unashamedly, “That one wasn’t you anyway, I almost couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw that ghastly thing on your finger.”

The only response you could have mustered in that moment was to shove him back against the bed; silencing him with the warmth of your own mouth.

#this goes out to the 3 magneto fans that exist #magneto x reader #erik lehnsherr #x men #days of future past #michael fassbender #magneto #erik lehnsherr x y/n #erik lehnsherr x you #marvel #writing x men fic is so funny cause these people old af....LOL #erik lehnsherr x reader #erik lensherr x reader #erik lensherr

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typing-catastrophe · 11 months

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Erik Lehnsherr - love language headcanons

💕 fluff

showing his love: quality time and gift giving

he enjoys cooking together or playing chess, even just being in the same room together

he makes little trinkets and sometimes even jewellery out of metal

to an outsider it might seem like he doesn't care much or that he's inattentive, but he listens

he makes sure you never run out of your favourite tea, snacks, alcohol etc. and whatever else you mention, will magically appear sooner or later in your room

he is the type of person to come home with an absurd amount of whatever you mentioned liking the day before

also, that man is touch starved as fuck

so while he might not actively reach out to you, in the beginning at least, he does enjoy receiving physical affection

meaning, the way he feels loved/likes to receive love is physical touch

i guarantee you this man will melt when you run your fingers through his hair or snuggle up against him

when you to fall asleep he will hold you close in his arms so that he knows you're safe

he absolutely adores it when you two stand close together and you reach your hand out to cup his cheek, letting him lean into it

whenever sitting besides each other he will put his arm up behind you on the backrest

he would never admit it but he definitely is a little bit disappointed if you don't lean into him when he does it

#erik lehnsherr #erik lehnsherr fluff #erik lehnsherr headcanon #xmen movies #xmen #young erik lehnsherr #erik lehnsherr x reader #erik lehnsherr headcanons #magneto #x-men #x men #xmen first class #xmdc #xmdofp #xmen days of future past #erik lehnsherr fanfic #erik lehnsherr x you #my writing

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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VALENTINES DAY WITH ERIK AND CHARLES <3

• Valentines day with the boys is quite, for lack of better words, a mess

• Erik believes himself above the holiday and its practices while Charles relishes it, more often than not laughing lightly while telling Erik to lighten up

• The first thing either of you wake up to in your shared bed is Charles burying a smile in the crook of—namely your—neck, whispering a light good morning that tickled your skin

• Charles see's today as a day where he can get away with spoiling you and Erik with his love. Something he doesn't even attempt to hide on the regular anyways, if only for the sake of any students that may be passing by

• The telepath takes over what is normally Erik's roll of cooking breakfast (often aided by the latters ability to control metal while whirling pots and pans around to cook) and opts for some simple pancakes. Which of course he has to keep out of sight of the other students and Pietro, fearing they may be gone before either three of you had the chance to taste them

• "Eat up darling."

• "Charles, you are aware that these pancakes appear to be burnt around the edges?"

• "Yes. I'm just as aware of that as the glass of whiskey in your hand at nearly nine in the morning as well. So I suggest you eat tbe food before I have (Y/n) take it from you."

• Later on throughout the day, much later than breakfast for sure, if there's time between classes and breaking up couples that seemed to be attempting to suck each other faces off in the hallways, Charles will take you for a walk to his favorite tree. Simply sitting under the shade and talking about anything that comes to mind

• "While this has been rather fun, I'm a bit curious how we got from the topic of what you're having for lunch to the amount of cyanide in an apple seed (Y/n)."

• "Erik taught me a couple fun facts the other day!"

• "Oh course he did."

• It doesn't happen until the very end of the day when the sun has gone down and dorm lights are being turned off when Erik finally decides to play nice

• He ends up gifting both you and Charles with a promise ring he made himself via his powers, a matching one already resting along a finger of his own

• The day was perfect overall, and ended up with you all sleeping peacefully next to each other like always

#sardonics valentines day event ♡#xmen x reader #xmen x you #xmen x y/n #charles xavier x you #charles xavier x y/n #charles xavier x reader #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr x reader #erik lehnsherr x you #erik lehnsherr x y/n #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier x reader x erik lehnsherr #charles xavier x erik lehnsherr #x reader #headcanons #fluff #valentines day #fanfiction

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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You are on a mission with yandere Erik Lehnsherr. Erik is stopping someone who wants to harm you without your knowledge.

#yandere x men x reader #x men x reader #yandere x men #yandere magneto #yandere magneto x reader #magneto x reader #erik lensherr imagine #erik lehnsherr x reader #erik lehnsherr x you #yandere erik lehnsherr #yandere erik lehnsherr x reader

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imagininglotsofthings · 1 year

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Dreams - Erik Lehnsherr Imagine

"You had a dream about Charles?" Erik's question made her stop in her tracks, and her face heated up.

"What?" she asked. "What are you- how did you-?"

He gestured to her journal, which she had left open on their kitchen table. It was closed now.

"You read my journal?!" she asked, outraged.

"No-I mean, yes. Part of it...it was lying open on the table and I didn't realize at first. All I saw was 'I had a dream about Charles last night. We were on my bed..." in your handwriting. I closed it after that, I swear. But...you had a dream about him?" Erik's pretty blue eyes looked hurt, and it broke her heart.

"Yes, but not in the way you're thinking, Erik."

"It said you were in your bed with him." She could hear the strain in his voice.

"Not this bed." Meaning the bed the two of them shared most nights. He waited for her to go on. "My bedroom at my father's house from when I was a teenager."

Erik looked like he didn't understand how that was much better.

"I wasn't even in the bed with him. And nothing was happening. He turned on the television and there was a movie on. The Others. It's a horror film I watched when I was thirteen, which scared the shit out of me. Which by the way is what I told Charles when he put it on in the dream. And then asked him to turn it off because there was no way I would be sleeping if he didn't. And that was it. I woke up. I don't even know if he turned it off."

Erik looked a little relieved. "If he's anything like our Charles in real life, he probably did."

She grinned. "Yeah, probably." Erik finally cracked a smile. "See? I told you, nothing happened."

He made a small noise in the back of his throat and walked over to her. In a few long strides he was in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Hmmm, I still don't think I'm very fond of it. He was in your bed, after all." Erik leaned down and rubbed his nose against hers in a sort of Eskimo kiss. The beginnings of heat crept up her neck.

"It's not my fault...it was a dream. I didn't...pick it."

"Still...I much prefer that I am the only other person in your bed." He kissed her nose and grinned at the full on blush that overtook her cheeks.

#erik lehnsherr #erik lehnsherr x reader #erik lehnsherr x you #charles xavier x reader x erik lehnsherr #xmen fanfic #xmen fanfiction #magneto #magneto x reader #erik lehnsherr imagine #erik lehnsherr oneshot #charles xavier x reader

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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Missing Limbs | Erik Lehnsherr x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: magneto x m!reader please 🥺

summary: late nights with Erik are good for thinking, although perhaps not much else.

tws: angst, swearing, mentions of death

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If nowadays, the outer rounds of heaven don't

Keep up on the charm offensive anymore

Failing to remind you what you're living for

I'd give anything to borrow your indifference

I'd drink you in

To temper your belief in all my promises

To swallow my desire and choke on it

Oh, Erik was a complicated man to say the least. He could be charming and polite, he could be so sweet and soft and kind, yet if you caught him at the wrong moment, he could be full of rage and anger; spitting pieces of an old flame at you, burning you from the outside until you were worn down. Erik wasn't stupid, though, far from it.

He knew that he had hardly anything to live for; he had everything to fight for, but to live was a different story. He would give anything to be as indifferent as you were; seemingly untouched by the cruelty of humans and their iron fists. Erik wanted to drink that indifference, wanted to temper your beliefs and how you always thought that he would make right on his promises.

But then you would smile at him, that handsome and charming smile that always made his teeth clamp down on the inside of his lip, and he would force himself to swallow thickly; he couldn't have you, you were untouchable no matter what his desires told him. He needed to choke, to suffocate and to gasp out for breath, on those desires.

'Cause it still makes my blood run cold

To remember what they did before

The stories that you never told to me

"If you ever wanna talk," you told him softly, sitting out on the patio steps and looking up at the stars. "Y'know I'm always here."

You didn't want to tell him, you didn't want to admit that your blood would turn to ice in your veins every time you thought about what humans had done to him; the things he would never talk about, the subjects that would make him avert his gaze and clench his jaw. All the things he never told you, all the times he had lied and told you that he was fine, and you were still by his side.

Erik hated it.

Oh, bird, worry not

The blessings rain on battles in the heaven's arms

And my polite advances won't last for long

The eager apprehension is wearing off

I'd give anything

To balance your conviction with certainty

To fall asleep without you lying next to me

To sever my connection with everything

"Don't worry, little wren," Erik shook his head at the nickname. "I'll be fine."

You frowned, turning your gaze to him for a moment as you dared to allow your gaze to rake over him; he rarely used that nickname anymore. The one that he picked up from the William Blake poem and had never let go in all the years you had known him; he didn't use it as much as he did before.

Of course he wouldn't be fine, just as it would start to rain at any given moment and the heavens would begin to sob violently, he wouldn't be fine.

Slowly, Erik reached for your hand, hoping that you would reject the polite advance, but when you linked your fingers with his, his teeth bit down harshly on the inside of his lip, eager apprehension turning to anxiety. "I'd give anything to make you certain I'm fine."

He hoped too much that you would go to bed without him, that you would cut all ties and you would leave him empty and alone; at the very least, it meant that he wouldn't have to mourn another lost loved one. If you were ever taken away, Erik would burn everything to the ground, unless you walked away.

He needed you to walk away.

'Cause it still makes my blood run cold

To remember what I did before

The stories that you never told to me

And it still makes my blood run thin

To remember what you are to him

And I live like I've got missing limbs

For you

He froze when you held on tightly, clenching his jaw and nearly glaring at you; trying to push all the thoughts that swarmed his mind as far away as he could. To be so close to Erik meant that you were in danger, and he couldn't have that; he couldn't watch another person he loved be killed because of him.

You never told him why you always liked it when he would read from your poetry books for you, getting lost in the sound of his voice; the thought that someone else had done it for you before him made him shiver as he swallowed thickly. What other stories did you keep from him? What other lives had you lived? Why didn't you run to someone else?

"Logan would never do this," you admitted. "Sit with me, I mean."

Erik sighed. "Logan?"

"My ex," you told him softly. "He'd never do this... Erik... I... shit."

"What?"

"What do you do when someone loves you, but you love someone else?" You asked quietly. "Because it feels like I'm being torn apart, like pieces of me are missing."

He frowned. "He who shall hurt the little Wren shall never be belovd by Men."

You looked at him for a moment, then dared to crash against him; your head on his shoulder as you sighed heavily and closed your eyes. He wished you would leave, that you would run and never look back... but all the same, he did quite like having your head on his shoulder.

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triplehmunson · 19 days

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ᑭOᐯ: Your boyfriend Erik break up with you bc he wanted to protect you from “danger”, so that some time later you discover that he was cheating on you with Raven

#photography #x yn #triplehmunson #pov #ynpov #my pov #erik lehnsherr #magneto #magnet #erik lehnsherr x reader #michael fassbender #Erik Lehnsherr x you #Erik Lehnsherr x y/n #erik lensherr x reader #Michael Fassbender x reader

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spectrs · 2 years

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seduction

erik lehnsherr x afab!reader

you and erik are alone at the house. things get a little frisky.

WARNINGS - dirty talk, slight degradation(?), oral (f receiving), fingering, choking

WORD COUNT - 1.7k(?)

i got bored and this is what happened, so enjoy ig

PART TWO IS HERE

The house felt empty, it was too quiet. I hated it. I was laying down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I had nothing to do and the feeling of loneliness and boredom was killing me. I sighed loudly, hoping something would respond, but all stayed quiet.

I finally sat up, looking around. Even the room felt lonely. I got up quickly, not caring about the sudden throbbing feeling in my head, walking towards the door and opening it loudly. It hit the wall, the noise echoing throughout the house. I groaned. I strode over to the stairs, jumping down them two by two. The landings were loud, the old wood groaning underneath the weight.

I reached the bottom and looked down both hallways. I went down the right, leading into Charles' office. I opened the door, not bothering to knock or peek inside first.

"Erik?"

He turned around with a startled look on his face.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Nothing that concerns you," he said irritably.

I gave him a deadpanned look, then walked up to the desk.

"Doesn't look like nothing. And besides, I can tell when you're lying. You sound mad when you do."

He sighed and said, "I was just looking for something. Can you leave now?"

"Why should I? I'm bored and I have absolutely nothing to do. Can't I just hang out with you?"

He looked at me as if debating whether or not I should stay with him. I jutted my bottom lip out and put my hands together.

"Please?" I asked, dragging out the end. He rolled his eyes and groaned.

"Fine, you can stay," he said exasperatedly, sitting down at Charles' desk and placing his hands up to his face, rubbing his eyes. "Just don't be too loud."

I grinned happily and sat down on a couch off to the side. I heard a sigh come from Erik so I turned my head and saw him staring at the desk.

The light coming from the windows made him look even sexier than normal. His skin was smooth, minus the light stubble lining his jaw. His light brown hair was messy and his eyes glinted with something I didn't recognize. The black polo slightly stretched across his chest, his arms resting on the chair while his hands rested on the desk.

My eyes darted to his lips, then darted back to his face. I smirked once I saw the glint flash through his eyes again, recognizing it. I slowly got up and started walking towards him.

"You know, I knew you would let me stay," I said, the smirk still on my face.

He turned towards me.

"Why is that?" he asked.

"Because you've been waiting to be alone with me for so long, and when you finally got an opportunity, you took it. You can't stand being around me in a room full of people because everytime you look at me, you get this feeling that makes you want to absolutely ruin me."

At this point, I was right in front of him, tilting my head a bit.

"Is that so?" Erik said, raising an eyebrow while his eyes roamed over my body.

I moved forward a bit and I lowered myself onto his lap, and I felt his body tense underneath me.

He looked up, his eyes darting down, then up. We stared at each other for a few seconds, then his hand came up, grabbed my chin, and pulled my head down to his. Our faces were now inches apart, and I felt Erik's thumb rub over my bottom lip.

"Fuck it," I whispered. I grabbed his face with my hands and smashed my lips onto his.

His hand let go of my chin and instantly grasped my hips. The kiss was rough and passionate, his hands grabbing at my body. They slipped under my shirt, and I felt him hook onto the back of my bra. I pulled away and let go of his face.

At first, Erik looked defeated, but then he smirked as I pulled off my shirt and threw it to the floor carelessly. I grabbed his face again and kissed him. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I whimpered. He adjusted his position, and I felt how hard he was. I started grinding into him, his fingers still hooked onto my bra. I let go of his face and let my hands explore, them gliding over his body. I felt him unhook the back of my bra, and I pulled back, letting him slide it off my body.

He stared for a few seconds, then picked me up and put me on the desk, him grabbing my face and kissing me roughly. I yanked his shirt out of his pants and slipped my hands under, brushing my hands against his back.

He groaned.

Dear God, it was the hottest thing I've ever heard.

His hands and mouth traveled down my body, his hands reaching my hips and his mouth peppering kisses all over my jawline. Then, without warning, he bit down on the side of my neck.

I thanked God the house was empty, otherwise, everyone would've heard me moan.

I felt him smirk against my skin, then felt him move down to my breasts. He leaned back and moved his hands up, slowly rubbing my skin. They reached my breasts, and he started to knead them.

Quiet whimpers came from my throat, and he smirked in satisfaction at the sounds. He continued to knead them and leaned back down to kiss my stomach, the small noises from the back of my throat turning into moans of pleasure.

His hands let go of my breasts and traveled down to the waistline of my jeans, his fingers hooking onto the loops.

He looked me in the eyes and said, "If I go too far, tell me and I will stop."

I nodded quickly, already out of breath. He grinned and yanked my jeans and underwear off, leaving me completely exposed.

His hands gripped onto my hips as he slid my body further off of the desk. He moved my legs apart, revealing how wet I was.

He started kissing the inside of my thigh, starting from the middle and slowly making his way up. I started squirming under his grip, desperate to feel pleasure, but he took his time.

I felt him smirk against my skin. He knew how he made me feel and I hated it but loved it at the same time.

I squirmed more as his mouth got closer to my cunt, but his hands gripped my hips harder, holding me down. He finally reached my wet folds, and he placed a small kiss in the middle. A small whimper left my mouth. He licked a straight line down my cunt and I moaned, closing my eyes. He repeated it a couple of times, the stubble scraping against my thigh. His tongue started delving deeper into my folds, lapping up whatever he could get his hands on. All of a sudden, his tongue left my mouth, and I whimpered at the loss of contact.

Then, all of a sudden, he slipped two fingers inside of me. I moaned loudly, tossing my head back as he started fingering me on the desk. His fingers slipped in and out, getting faster each time. I started grinding into his hand, pleasure flowing through my veins. The sounds that came out of my mouth were ghastly, and it made me happy knowing it was just Erik and I.

A knot started forming in my stomach as he went faster. My moans were getting louder and my breath was getting more ragged.

Erik brought his face away from my thighs and came up to meet my face, kissing me. The kiss was rough and passionate like before, but this time I could feel how lustful he was. I moaned into his mouth, and he smirked. He leaned back and glanced down at his fingers fucking my cunt, then looked back at me.

"Do you like it when I fuck you like this? Rough and fast? Do you like it when I fuck you like the little slut that you are?" he asked.

My breath was ragged and I stared at him. He had never said anything like that before, it was shocking but also incredibly sexy.

When I stayed silent, his other hand left my hip and grabbed my neck.

"Answer, you slut."

"Yes," I gasped out. The knot in my stomach was getting tighter, I could feel myself getting closer.

"Erik-"

"Does my little slut want to cum? Does she want to cum all over my fingers?"

"Yes, I do," I whined, grinding against his hand even more.

The smirk stayed on his face as his hand removed itself from my neck and reached down to my clit, his thumb pressing down on the bud. The pressure threw me over the edge. I screamed, feeling raw pleasure rush through my body. He left his fingers inside of me as I cummed over his hand. He bent down, took his fingers out, and started licking my clit, sucking up everything he could reach.

He hummed against my dripping cunt, and I gasped.

"Mein schatz, you taste divine."

He stood up, lifting his fingers and bringing them to my mouth. I lifted my head and sucked on them, moaning slightly. I pulled my mouth away, smirking.

"You will be the death of me, you know that?" he said.

"Oh, I know I will," I replied.

He leaned down and kissed me, his hand snaking to the back and holding it gently. I pulled away and smiled.

"Do you wanna try something different?" I asked. The wide grin on his face gave me my answer.

TAGS - @low-keylover @sxrahwashere

#erik lehnsherr #erik lehnsherr smut #erik lehnsherr x you #erik lehnsherr x reader

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alanofalltrades · 1 month

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I think we're gonna need that one for future reference, guys

#magneto #erik lehnsherr #x men #x men 97 #oh to play by the rules and still they come for you

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bertoyana · 2 months

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what do you mean this is not how their dynamic works in the movies? [insp.]

#its the other way around in the comic btw.#mine*#cherik #gifset #x-men #xmenedit #marveledit #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #xmenuniverse #filmedit #otp: i want you by my side

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thevulturesquadron · 16 days

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I want to talk more about Rogue. How she’s left a queen over a broken dream, wearing a crown over a broken ideal and so many deaths.

I think Erik knows. I think his heart aches. Because he’s lived with himself and his survivor’s guilt throughout. And he’s inflicted that on her.

I wonder if she understands. I wonder if she knows the reason why she was the right person for Genosha. I wonder if, once the pain in her heart quiets down, she will truly understand Erik’s ask and the responsibly he needed to share with her. Because she is better than him. Better than anyone who’s only known how to play on just one side of the fence.

Because she is the only one strong enough to overcome.

Everyone is so focused on Magneto and Gambit and what they did. It was astonishing. But we need to talk more about the ones that are left with the excruciating task of having to rise up from the ashes and fill the void.

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imagininglotsofthings · 1 year

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So Many Ideas....

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

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