Master Of Magnetism

Magneto, what more to say. Fanart, some…Fanfiction. I guess I’ll revive it.

[aria-lehnsherr]

Locked in so hard I transferred to line less art.

He’s so gorgeous, if you know the reference you win aaaaaaaaaa

A magnet. 🧲 o

[aria-lehnsherr]

We were robbed- ROBBEDDD FROM THE HAIRY AURA THAT HE AHOULD HAVE HAD— IF OUR BUSH IS TO BE HONORED — HIS BUSH IS TO BE HONORED TOO

[iwillshipyouman]

Not as hair unfortunately

[aria-lehnsherr]

He needed more, I better get a carpet burn on there

[aria-lehnsherr]

We were robbed- ROBBEDDD FROM THE HAIRY AURA THAT HE AHOULD HAVE HAD— IF OUR BUSH IS TO BE HONORED — HIS BUSH IS TO BE HONORED TOO

[aria-lehnsherr]

Some sketches I did recently

God I love them so much

I fucked up on his eye in the second sketch I was at the casino with no battery left on my phone but my brain to figure out how to draw without any reference, be lenient 😭🧲 👻

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Uncontrollable

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr x mutant!fe!Reader -> When a mountain of stress starts to affect your mutant abilities, Erik helps calm you down.

Disclaimer: dislike to lovers, co-workers, reader is stressed from grad-life and work, Erik helps/takes care of reader, hand bandaging scene, uncontrollable powers, developing feelings.

Something you never thought was possible, though entirely plausible, was mutant sickness. 

A cold, a fever, infections – all of them, on a different level, are able to disrupt a mutant’s control of their powers. At least, until it passes. Except, yours wasn’t. 

It had started off small: a head cold. 

With a sneeze, books would fly off the shelves in the library, or a flower would bloom quickly and then, just as fast, die. A cough would make the glass of water by your bedside bubble. 

“You need to get some rest,” Charles told you. 

Sniffling as you continued to read over the thesis you’d printed out, you shook your head. “I’m fine.”

“You’re sick,” Erik pointed out. 

“I’m fine,” you pressed, glaring at him a little and turning the pages. 

Charles looked to Erik for a moment, a worried and puzzled look on his face. Meanwhile, Erik just shrugged. 

“Will you please,” Charles turned back to look at you. “Just get some rest. Even if it's just for tonight?”

You sighed, re-reading the starting sentence for the fifth time until it was pulled away from you. 

“Charles is right,” Erik told you. “Go to bed.”

You scoffed a little. “Surprised you even care.”

“I don’t,” he replied, quickly. “But if you comply, it gets him out of my head.”

You looked at Xavier as you scooted out of the make-shift kitchen booth. “You can talk openly, you know.”

“I’m just worried about you, is all.”

You hummed, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge as you passed. “Fine. But just for tonight. I’ve still got assignments due-”

“Assignments can wait,” Xavier told you, ushering you out of the kitchen. “You're sick and you need rest.”

In all honesty, the rest did help. In the morning you felt like your lungs could breathe again, and your head wasn’t as heavy. But the head cold was just the tip of the iceberg. 

Over the following months, small things began to crop up. 

When you were stressed, feeling as if you’d forgotten every word within the English language, you’d close your laptop with a slight bang. In turn, the books on your shelf would topple over. 

A random sneeze shook plant pots that were resting on the window cill. If you got spooked, a small ball of fire would shoot out and catch something alight. 

In the mornings when you couldn’t sleep, you would go on a run to try and clear your head. Only, as you did so, other thoughts came to the surface and storm clouds started to follow you. 

Even in your calmest moments, when you finally did take a break from work, teaching and studying, other things would happen. Your veins would glow different colours; purples, reds, streaks of pearl…

You would excuse yourself, quickly, to grab a jacket to cover it up. It wasn’t like it happened every day, or so often that you thought you needed to worry about something changing. 

But it was also a new development. 

Which, for as much as you tried to hide it, someone had noticed. 

“I thought you said you were too warm,” Erik said, standing by your doorway. 

Inside, you were sitting at your desk, again. With your veins suddenly becoming a one-mutant Broadway show, you’d grabbed your jacket from the foot of your bed and threw it on. 

“I-I was. But then I got cold.”

Erik just hummed before placing a glass down on your desk. “What’s this?” you asked. 

“Iced hot chocolate. One of the kids made a batch and thought you’d like some.”

You took the glass with caution. Recently, when you hadn’t been concentrating, any glass had shattered in your hand. 

“It’s not poisoned,” Erik told you. “We might not be the best of friends, but even I am not that bad.”

A small, if a little forced, chuckle left you. Before you could raise the glass to your lips, however, it smashed in your hand. 

“Oh!” Looking down, the cold milk was starting to soak into your carpet. “Shit.”

Racing to find a towel from your hamper, you tried to soak it all up before it caused too much damage. And Erik helped you. 

“Show me your hand.”

“My hand’s fine, Erik.”

He shook his head. “There’s a trail of blood. Show me your hand.”

Most of the milk seemed to be soaked up, so pausing for a moment, you showed him your hand. “See, it’s not– oh.”

Erik gave you a poignant look. “Told you. Here, let me–”

You pulled your hand away, quickly, but he caught you by the wrist. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, his voice soft. 

You held his gaze for a moment, unsure of how to explain yourself. With so many mishaps, you’d decided to stay away from most people when it came to any kind of physical affection. 

If a glass could break in your hand when you weren’t concentrating, what would happen if you were hugging someone and hurt them unintentionally?

“And you’re not going to hurt me,” he added. 

You looked at him, shocked, but ultimately let him pull your hand closer. 

“How long has this been happening?” He asked after a few moments. 

“Not long.”

He looked at you for a real answer. You sighed, “A couple months, maybe.”

Erik just nodded, cleaning the small cuts in your hand with the tools from your own first aid kit you kept inside your desk. 

“Has it ever happened before?”

You shook your head. “No. Well, the glass breaking isn’t the first but…before my cold a couple months ago, I had everything under control. Now, I’m accidently setting things on fire, or throwing things across a room without meaning to, or–”

“Smashing glasses.”

You nodded. “Or smashing glasses.”

“Have you spoken to Charles?”

“No. I-I didn’t want to worry him. He’s already done so much for me and I’m only a couple months away from finishing. I’m sure by the time I’m graduating, everything will be fine.”

“I think you should talk to him.”

“No.”

“Y/n-”

“Erik,” you sighed. “Xavier has helped me not only find a home and a job here, but also a future outside of it, as well. I don’t want to jeopardise that because…because a couple mishaps are getting in the way.”

“And what if they grow bigger? What if you end up hurting someone other than yourself?”

That was one of your biggest fears. But, so far, everything had been under control. And you felt fine. A little tired from time to time, but writing and proving a thesis tended to do that to a person. There was no reason to raise an alarm. 

“You need to talk to Charles,” Erik almost pleaded with you. “Even if it’s nothing.”

With a swallow, you nodded. “Okay.”

Three days later, you were laying on an examination table with both Charles and Erik beside you, watching the monitor with Hank.

“What is it?” You asked when they all suddenly drew quiet. “What?”

Xavier smiled at you. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

“Seriously?”

Hank nodded, “Your levels have elevated more over the last couple of months, meaning your abilities are growing.”

“All it means is that you just need to learn how to control them.”

“Can’t I find out what they are first?” You asked, a little nervous. 

Previously, your mutant powers had consisted only of slight telekinetic and energy manipulation abilities. You didn’t even know what they were growing into, so how could you possibly begin to try and control them?

That question went unanswered for…a long time. 

Whilst you were trying to finish off and prove your thesis before the deadline, whilst also producing three other essays for your classes due around the same time, you were subbing different classes, marking a small pile of paperwork, learning what your new abilities were whilst also trying to control them. 

And on top of all of that, try and stay awake long enough to actively understand what you were doing. 

“I agree with Hank,” Charles said as you collapsed onto the sofa inside the library. You’d gone for a little peace and quiet, and instead found yourself being tested with a glass, again. 

“You need to learn how to control your new abilities before they control you,” Charles finished. 

You sighed, forcing yourself to sit up. “Can we not just do this later? I’m really tired and my head won’t stop-”

“I agree with Y/n,” Erik spoke up. “Surely this can wait, Charles.”

Though you were looking at Erik, both thankful and puzzled, Charles just looked at his friend, puzzled. 

“Erik,” he said, his voice laced in shock. “Weren’t you the one who pushed for this to happen?”

Erik nodded. That much was true. “Yes, but…how many tests can you run if something isn’t there?”

“Then maybe we can extract them. Give Y/n the space to let them out.”

“Y/n doesn’t need space, she needs rest. Yes, she needs to learn how to control them – for her safety as well as the others,” Erik sighed. “But how much can she do when she can barely stand on her own two feet?”

“Not that I don’t appreciate the back up, but why are you jumping to my defence?”

Erik turned to you. “Because somebody has to. Hank is too concerned about the numbers, Charles has too much concern about learning and you’re too concerned over what-”

Quickly, you stood. “I’m fine, Erik. It’s just a small test.”

“You need rest.”

Hank cut in. “If Y/n’s up for it, then she’s up for it. And she is, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah. What do you need me to do?”

As Hank got you to work on another one of his tests, Erik pulled Charles aside. 

“She is running herself into the ground. You need to make her take a break.”

“If she says she’s fine, Erik, then she’s fine. She’d tell me-”

“No, she wouldn’t.”

Charles laughed. “Of course she would.”

“No,” Erik repeated. “She wouldn’t. She’s too fearful to disappoint you. Do you even know how many hours of sleep she’s getting? If she’s getting any at all?”

“She’s…”Charles shook his head. “Y/n’s fine. If she didn’t think she could do it-”

Erik sighed. Since starting the tests and lessons to learn how to control your new found abilities, Erik had been keeping his eye on you. 

Despite the lessons, you were still doing everything else. Studying, working, learning, studying, learning, working, planning, studying, learning, working, sleeping, planning, studying, working– 

It was a never ending cycle. And he was fearful that if it didn’t ease on you soon, the consequences would cost you more than your body was willing to give. 

He already knew you weren’t sleeping. 

Usually, he was up on a run just after dawn. Half-way around the estate, he would see you, finishing the circuit. In the mornings, before everyone else, he’d find you sitting at the kitchen table, reading over more literature for your thesis. 

Too many mornings, he’d seen you work over-time and forget breakfast. So, he started making it. 

For ten minutes every morning, he made you stop and eat something. It wasn’t long overall, but it was long enough for you to take a moment and just eat something. 

Throughout the day, he started doing it more and more. 

A sandwich or a bowl of heated left-overs would be on your desk during lunch. At dinner, when he would finally find you, he stayed with you until you had finished your dinner. 

Even if he couldn’t physically send you to sleep, or to get some rest, the least he could do was to make sure you were eating something. And drinking enough so that you didn’t get rushed into the ER with kidney issues. 

Erik’s fears came true only a few weeks later, and it had been when everyone least expected it. 

You had handed in your final assignment, and had defended your thesis. Away from learning how to control your abilities, Xavier had been helping you practice defending your studies in front of the Board. 

You had started, slowly, getting more sleep. You still woke up in the night in order to turn over, or to use the bathroom. And maybe it wasn’t REM sleep, but it was more sleep than you had been getting. 

Only, one afternoon, things started to shift. 

You felt it from the moment you woke up. Your dream had been cut short, and you felt groggy. It took you a few moments before you were able to register what anyone was trying to say. 

You were ready to crawl back into bed, just before Hank came to get you to guide you through a new test he had created. 

“Are you feeling okay?” Erik asked you as you passed him in order to step inside the chamber. 

“I’m fine,” you snapped, “Let’s just get this done with.”

Inside, you could hear Xavier’s voice trying to ask you to remain calm and focus on the instructions he was going to give you. And, it worked. For a short while. 

Hank hummed as he looked at his monitor. “Maybe the filter needs changing? Something’s not reading right.”

“Uh, okay. Y/n, we’re just gonna have you step out for a few moments. Hank just needs to fix something.”

You nodded. “Can I take a break?”

Hank nodded. “Just a short one. I don’t want to lose any progress we might have made.”

You sighed, but agreed. “I-I’ll be…outside.”

Erik watched you drag your feet towards the door. It was almost like your bones were made of lead as you lifted your hand to press the exit button. 

“I think we should stop for today,” Erik announced. “She needs-”

“Y/n’s fine. Ah-ha!” Hank turned away from the conversation to focus on whatever he had found. 

“Erik, go and get Y/n please.”

“She’s only just-”

“She’s probably in the bathroom. Please go and get her.”

Erik sighed, but followed Charles' request, with no intention to bring you back into the room. Not that he had much of a choice when two kids came running down the hallway to alert someone about what was taking place outside.

Stormy skies were gathering, and the windchimes hanging by the garden gate had stopped singing their song and instead were beating against each other. 

At first, Erik thought a helicopter was coming into land because of the freak storm that was gathering. Children outside were screaming as they came running inside, narrowly avoiding the spare metal pieces, garden fence posts and other similar items dotted around the grounds within eyeline. 

In the very centre of the ground, past the whipping gravel stones, was you. You were crying out in pain, in between the breaths you were trying to take. Erik couldn’t hear you, but he could see your lips moving. 

Inside the expanding bubble of elements forming around you, you were panicking. 

It had all happened so fast. Too fast. One moment you were leaving the testing chamber and feeling like every bone in your body was made of stone. The next, you were feeling incredibly nauseous and running for the bathroom. 

It was occupied, so you ran to the nearest place you could think of. Outside. 

By the bushes, you emptied your stomach which was almost empty anyway. In the space of seconds, you had gone from feeling lethargic to…clear. Not with clarity, but survival. The kind of clear you got just before you realised your body’s natural instincts were about to take over. 

You’d left your jacket inside the lab with Hank, not that it would have done you any good. The lights beneath your veins were starting to burn bright. Without knowing what to do, you ran away from the house and into the middle of the empty grounds. 

You didn’t know what would happen, but it didn’t feel good. 

The brighter they got, the more they burned. Then, suddenly, everything was starting to get big and loud. 

The wind started whipping you in the face, odd pieces of gravel from the drive nicked against your exposed skin, the sun above you felt too hot and bright, but the thunder that was gathering overhead was too dense. 

All the while, you were in pain. Physical pain that you just wanted to shut off and stop. But you didn’t know how. You didn’t know if you could. 

Erik shouted for everyone to get inside, just as the other teachers and X-Men made their way outside. 

“Can you stop it?” Erik asked Storm. 

“I can try.”

For the first time, Erik watched her struggle. “It’s not…it’s too powerful.”

“What’s going on?” Charles said, coming closer. “Oh, my– Hank, get the kids inside.”

“But-”

“Now!”

“What do we do?” Storm asked. 

Erik watched as Charles tried to get into your head, but failed repeatedly. 

“She’s too…there’s too much input.”

Over the wind, they heard your scream of pain. 

“We can’t just leave her!” Storm shouted. 

“I’m going in.”

“Erik, no!”

“She needs to be stopped, Charles! There’s a forcefield. I can feel it. I can get to her!”

“Erik! Wait! We don’t- damn it, man!”

Erik fought like his life depended on it, meanwhile Charles and Storm continued to try and help. Though, there wasn’t much any of them could do. 

Whatever you were doing, whatever your power was becoming…it wasn’t something they knew about. 

Between the building pain, you heard someone shout your name. But you couldn’t turn. Instead, you started rising off the ground. You felt like someone had hacked into your skin, drove in industrial fish hooks, and was pulling you by your very skin into the sky. 

“No, no, no, no. Please, please, stop it. Make it stop, please.” 

You were crying in pain, and you were crying in fear. All you knew was that you were in pain, everything was burning and growing brighter and louder, and that you were growing tired. 

But not enough to pass out. 

“Y/n! You! You have to stop!”

“I-I don’t know how!”

“Try and calm your mind!”

“I-I can’t!” Again, you cried out in pain. 

Erik had managed to bracket himself to the ground, but each time he reached out to break through the forcefield you were creating, it caused you pain. 

“I don’t know what’s happening.”

Erik felt his chest shake with a feeling he wasn’t used to. Fear. Not of you, but for you. 

“It’s-it’s going to be okay! But I need you to relax enough to let me get closer! Let me help you!”

“I don’t know how.”

“Yes! Yes, you do! I know you don’t want to hurt me! Or anyone! So, let me help!”

You tried your best to calm your mind, but it wasn’t easy. Each time you tried to focus on a memory, or a sensation, there was something sharp that cut between it all. 

“It burns, Erik! It really–”

“Hey!” 

Erik watched as your head lolled to the side and snapped back up. You were moments from passing out. 

“You need to stay awake! Y/n! You need to-”

Still suspended in the sky, you passed out. But everything didn’t stop. The forcefield was holding you up, the thunder gave a deep rumble loud enough to deafen anyone, and somewhere between the wind, the sudden rain and the burning heat growing around you-

There was a crack of lightning. 

For a few moments, everything remained where it was. The wind paused, the rain almost froze as it fell to the ground, and you remained unconscious in the air. 

Until you didn’t. 

Erik watched as you fell towards the ground at an alarming speed. Running forward, he threw up his hand in order to try and slow you. Just as you nearly hit the ground, he crossed your path and gently lowered you to the damp grass. 

You were out cold. 

He called your name, cradling your head as you lay in between his legs, but you weren’t waking up. Placing two fingers against your neck, he found your pulse but it was thready. 

“Help me! Get a gurney!” Erik’s heart was almost beating out of his chest as he checked you over. 

Your skin was ice cold, the colour of your veins was dying away to its natural state, the natural colour of your lips was fading and from underneath your t-shirt, there were lines spreading across your skin. 

They were deep and dark. Jet black with an outer line of ash. Had the lightning struck you?

Whatever it was, it was spreading. And fast. 

“I told you she should have been resting.”

“Erik,” Charles said. “This could have happened with or without rest. None of us saw this coming.”

“I did!” He yelled. “Maybe not this, but something like it!”

“Erik.” Charles watched as a panel in the wall started to creak and bend. “Erik!”

The panel stopped. 

Taking deep breaths, Erik spoke a little more calmly. “I told you she needed rest. I told you to postpone her tests until she was healthy.”

“She is healthy-”

“And yet she’s in surgery!”

“Erik! None of us saw this coming. If Y/n didn’t feel up to it, she wouldn’t have done it. Besides, you were the one-”

“Yes, I know that, Charles. But she-”

“You know, you do surprise me, Erik. Barely a year ago, you couldn’t stand being in the same room as her. She would walk in, and you would walk out. If you both ever did share a conversation, it wasn’t long before you were not-so-subtly insulting each other-”

“Things have changed!”

“You’re meaning to tell me you have feelings for Y/n?”

Erik didn’t get a chance to verbally answer, because Hank walked inside. 

“Hank. How is she?”

Hank looked exhausted. “She’s stable…for now. I’ve had to put her into a medically induced coma but…”

“But what?”

Charles looked at his friend. “But what, Hank?”

“Her vitals are still active. I’m mean…they’re off the charts. I-I don’t know what the storm did to her, or what she did to cause it.”

“But she’s okay?”

Hank nodded. “For now, yes.”

Erik took off. 

“Uh- Erik, you can’t go in. She’s on bed-”

Charles held out his hand to Hank. “Let him go.”

As Erik didn’t stop and disappeared down the hall, he headed straight for your infirmary room. 

He stayed by your bedside for several days. In the rare times he wasn’t doing as much research as he could on the phenomenon of you, he was talking to you. Hank said it was healthy and could help you. 

And in the even rarer times he was doing neither, he was watching you. Watching you breath, watching your monitor beep away steadily to let him know you were okay. 

According to Hank, the deep and ashen coloured scaring across your skin all stemmed from the lightning strike that, he presumed, hit you. 

When you finally woke up, the first thing you noticed was that you felt like you could breathe. There was no crushing weight on your chest, no burning sensations spreading down your arms or across your body. 

You didn’t feel hypothermic, but instead…comfortable. Cosy, and safe. Even more so from the feeling of someone’s hand in yours. 

Eventually opening your eyes, you were greeted with the sight of…Erik?

Slouched forward, asleep on his crossed arms, just beside your legs, he had his hand gently wrapped around your own. 

For as odd as it was, it felt rather nice. Familiar. Gentle. 

You didn’t know how long you had been out – something Erik would tell you when you woke him up. Or what had happened after you passed out – something else Erik would reassure you about when you woke him up. 

But during the months of recovery, you started to get used to the help and company of Erik Lehnsherr. Despite your original feelings for each other, he had a strange ability to keep you grounded and calm, even in the most dire situations.

[wwprice1]

Love these upcoming X-Men covers!

[aria-lehnsherr]

Magneto in Black Cat cover

I was teased at Whatnot so I had to commit to the bit that I would buy the comics if Magneto was on there. Would you buy it? 😏😏😏😏

[lanae111]

The only reason I haven’t slept with this man Is because he’s playing hard to get.

(He’s fictional btw)

[galacyan-imagine]

Iron Will vs. Biology (Erik x Fem!Reader)

Sumary: Y/N is dealing with the monthly struggle, and Erik is not pleased—not with her, but with the fact that there’s nothing he can do to fix it. Charles, ever the voice of reason, tries to mediate, but Erik’s frustration might just be the most stubborn force in the room.

Words: 1146

Warnings: Menstrual Pain / Cramps, Humor / Fluff, Protective!Erik <3, Implied Cherik, Erik x Reader Focus.

A/N: Another one from the self-indulgence round, there was no way I wasn’t writing one about these two, more about Erik being honest, because they’re definitely some of my main comfort characters. And I love protective Erik, such a husband material.

Y/N knew she should have stayed in bed. She could’ve remained under the covers, curled up with a heating pad and a cup of tea, riding out the waves of pain in relative peace. She wouldn’t have to deal with Charles’s gentle concern or Erik’s intense, overprotective nature. But her body refused to cooperate. She was restless, uncomfortable, and felt like she was overheating despite the chill in the mansion.

So, she dragged herself out of bed, making her way to the living room in search of a distraction. The couch looked comfortable enough, so she collapsed onto it, letting out a groan as she hugged a pillow tightly against her stomach. Maybe if she stayed still long enough, the cramps would give up and leave her alone.

She barely had time to close her eyes before she felt a shift in the atmosphere of the room, something subtle but unmistakable. A presence. Two, actually.

When she forced her eyes open, she found both Charles and Erik standing a few feet away, watching her with expressions that were almost comically different. Charles had that familiar look of gentle concern, his hands lightly clasped together, as if trying to determine the best way to offer comfort without overwhelming her. Erik, on the other hand, was frowning, his posture rigid, like he was trying to solve a problem he didn’t understand.

She sighed.

— I’m fine, — she muttered, even though that was a blatant lie.

Charles tilted his head slightly, unconvinced.

— You don’t seem fine.

— Because I have cramps, Charles, — she replied, her voice flat. — Not a life-threatening injury, not some psychic trauma. Just regular, miserable cramps.

There was a pause. Then:

— Ah, — Charles said, realization dawning.

Erik, however, was far less satisfied with this explanation.

— How bad? — he asked, voice clipped, his eyes scanning her as if searching for external signs of distress.

She huffed, adjusting her position on the couch.

— Bad enough that I’m annoyed, but not bad enough to justify the way you two are looking at me like I’m dying.

Charles relaxed slightly, his lips twitching in a small, knowing smile. Erik, on the other hand, did not.

— Every month, and is it always this bad? — he asked, his brow furrowing deeper, frustration evident in his voice.

Y/N let out a short, humorless laugh.

— Yes, Erik. Every month. That’s how it works.

His jaw tightened.

— That’s ridiculous! It’s absurd that you have to deal with this kind of pain so regularly.

— I know, — she said, closing her eyes again. — Unfortunately, my body doesn’t care how ridiculous it is.

Erik made a disgruntled noise – something between a growl and a scoff – before abruptly turning on his heel and stalking out of the room.

Y/N cracked one eye open, watching him go.

— Did I just... scare him off?

Charles chuckled, settling onto the couch beside her.

— Not exactly. He hates feeling powerless when it comes to the people he cares about. If he could, he’d probably try to rip the discomfort out of you with sheer willpower,  magnetism, or both.

She smirked at the thought. Erik had an undeniable need to do something when faced with a problem. Sitting back and letting nature take its course? That was never an option for him.

Another wave of pain hit, sharper than before, and she tensed, exhaling through her nose. Immediately, she felt a cool, calming sensation spread through her mind, dulling the edges of the pain.

She turned her head to look at Charles, who had placed two fingers lightly against her temple.

— You’re cheating, – she murmured, but there was no bite in her words, only relief.

— I prefer to call it a helpful distraction, – he said with a soft smile.

Y/N sighed, melting slightly into the couch.

— You’re a gift.

— I do try.

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence. Then, suddenly, Erik returned, carrying an assortment of items as if he had prepared for war.

A heating pad hovered beside him, held aloft by his powers, while he clutched a bottle of water, a bar of chocolate, and, somehow, a pack of painkillers. Y/N wasn’t entirely sure where he had found all of it, but the look of grim determination on his face was enough to make her bite back a laugh.

— Here, – he said, handing everything to her.

She raised an eyebrow.

— Did you steal this from Hank?

— I confiscated it, – Erik corrected. — And he doesn’t need it as much as you do.

Y/N snorted, shaking her head. But she took the heating pad, pressing it against her stomach, sighing in relief as the warmth spread through her muscles. Charles, meanwhile, gave Erik an amusing look. — That was very thoughtful of you, – he said teasing.

Erik grunted, crossing his arms.

— This shouldn’t be happening to her in the first place.

Y/N blinked at him.

— Uh... you do know this is a biological function, right?

— That doesn’t make it any less… infuriating, – he muttered.

Charles chuckled, shaking his head.

— There are some things, my friend, that even you can’t control.

Erik scowled at him but didn’t argue. Y/N, meanwhile, unwrapped the chocolate bar and took a bite, sighing in satisfaction.

— Okay. Maybe having two incredibly overprotective men at my disposal, taking care of me, isn’t the worst thing in the world.

Charles laughed, rubbing soothing circles on her arm.

— We do our best.

Erik sighed, finally sitting down on the edge of the couch, his expression still stormy but his touch uncharacteristically gentle as he ran a hand down her leg.

— If there’s anything else you need, just say it.

Y/N smirked.

— You offering to yell at my uterus?

— If that would help, I would.

Charles shook his head fondly.

— I think what she needs now is rest. And maybe a distraction.

— A distraction sounds good, – Y/N agreed, closing her eyes.

Erik remained silent for a moment. Then, as if making a decision, he said:

— I could tell you about the time I made an entire city shut down just by manipulating their power grid for an hour.

Y/N’s lips twitched.

— You’re going to tell that story as if you didn’t enjoy every second of it, aren’t you?

Charles sighed.

— I can already tell he’s going to embellish the details.

— I would never, – Erik deadpanned.

Y/N chuckled, letting the sound of their voices wrap around her. Despite the discomfort, despite everything, she couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky.

[aria-lehnsherr]

Going through some stuff right now, but I couldn’t deny me the pleasure of showing this off, portraying my comfort character with the portrayal of The Kiss by Gustav Klimt, with its ambiguous intimacy.

[aria-lehnsherr]

Let me paint you the picture:

Top left: Modeling corsets, very nice very natural

Bottoms Left: You know how Charles has the Cerebro helmet, I thought it’d be so cool if Magnus had this mask and it’s like he’s looking through the fingers that represent the reality, to not lose touch with his reality and goals.

Center: Magnus is wearing this suit to disguise himself as a human, but also my OC Aria acting as his secretary.

Top doodle: Him using his cape to keep the other warm is always so cute for me.

Top right: this is me realizing I didn’t paint the hand

Bottom right: a kiss for the old man 👴😔🙏🏽

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

[aria-lehnsherr]

If anyone is interested in Magneto, I post a lot on my Insta, @twinkle_bear_bottom

It’s all I post lol

I’ve been trying to get more practice in to draw him better lol

[simplyholl]

Magneto Oneshots

18+ ONLY. Minors DNI.

The Helmet Stays On

[gemstone-roses]

Kinktober Day Four- Telepathy

Erik Lensherr x female reader (ft Charles Xavier)

Warnings: Smut. NSFW. Minors be fucking gone from here! Oral, praise kink. Spit kink? Uhh what else. It’s just filth. Okay. 🫡. Charles's dialogue is in italics!! Oral. threesome. Lots of good girl. Likes comments and reblogs much appreciated.

a/N- um, I thoroughly enjoyed writing this one.

Summary: Charles talks you through it while you choke on Erik’s cock

Your knees burn, Erik’s hand is fisted tight in your hair, his head thrown back in a groan, a prominent wet spot in the middle of your panties and an oversized t shirt being the only thing your wearing, you press your legs together trying to gain some sort of relief. Erik pulls your mouth back all the way off his huge cock before slamming you straight back down, you gag and you feel him twitch in your mouth

“Mm- Fuck me you feel so, fucking , good” Erik says thickly, his words timed with each thrust into your mouth. You moan around him. His words going straight to your core.

darling you hear in your head, you stop momentarily and Erik raises a brow before continuing to thrust into your mouth.

don’t stop, there’s a good girl

you open your mouth wider, only serving to make Erik’s cock go deeper into your throat

“Jesus” Erik groans “just like that baby” he strokes his fingers in your hair as he speaks, soothing you before he snaps his hips roughly, drool beginning to spill down your face. Erik and charles both groan at the sight.

god if you could see the sight of the two of you, you are taking his cock so well my darling, Charles’s voice is husky, low.

You moan around Erik’s length, Charles hums in approval in your mind, and you swear you can feel the vibration in your pussy. that’s it darling, good girl, don't stop.

Erik grips the back of your head, a low moan escaping him as you suck him in. “Fucking hell baby your mouth” he groans. Erik doesn’t let up, thrusting his cock in your mouth. You splay your hands on his thighs, tears running down your face at the force, Erik’s hand cups your face, gently swiping a tear running down your face. “So good for me baby” he groans.

such a good girl. You choke around Erik’s cock and you feel him tighten in your mouth. “Shit baby-

that’s it. Let him use your mouth darling, god your making my cock so hard by watching you like this. So pretty my darling

You hum around Eriks cock, turning your head slightly to take him deeper, you feel Erik’s breath stutter as he hits the back of your throat. His eyes meet yours, Erik’s blown wide with a combination of lust and adoration, need. You look up and nod at him, and that’s all Erik needs before his control snaps and he spills down your throat, his hips stutter as you swallow every drop. "Fuck baby thats it, take it all for me, good girl there you go" Erik hums as he slowly pulls his cock out your mouth. You look up at him, eyes glassy, pussy throbbing, tears leaking down your face. "Oh baby" he soothes, thumb stroking your face. He bends his knees slightly, wrapping his arm around you, as he leans back to sit on the bed. holding you tight, your face pressed into his thigh.

the door opens with a quiet click, charles pads towards you still knelling on the floor. You feel his grip on your shoulder. "There you are my darling" he tilts your face to look at him as he kneels down, his grip is firm but gentle. Charles fixes you with a look before your head is filled with the image of charles pounding into you, his moans echoing through the scene in your head. You press your legs together almost desperatley at the sight and your lips part. His thumb swipes across your lip, he presses hard and it just makes you wetter. "Open your mouth for me" he hums. You do, charles leans in and spits in your mouth and your pussy throbs again as he pushes two fingers into your mouth, you instantly wrap your mouth around them and charles and erik both groan. "Suck", Charles murmurs, his cock straining in his pants. "get them nice and wet for me theres a good girl" Eriks hand is still lovingly stroking through your hair. you whine as he removes his fingers, a line of saliva trailing behind them. "Sh baby its ok" Erik coos, pulling you up as he shuffles back against the headboard and pulls you into his chest. You throw your head back as Charles runs his hand lightly over your thigh, teasing. choking out a "please" as he does.

"You gonna let charles and me take care of you baby?" Erik hums in your ear, sending a shiver through you.

you nod.

Good girl

[marstonrider]

cw: smut, double penetration, probably inaccurate idk

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support!reader who’s earned the affection of the two tanks, Dr. Strange and Magneto. mag will toss you a bubble or strange will explode the enemy so they don’t harm you and in exchange you keep them up. after a particularly nasty fight they’re both pretty banged up and you’re nowhere near your ultimate! your primary fire, regular bullets charged up with healing magic stored within your body, aren’t doing the job fast enough and they need to get back out there before the enemy delivers the payload! lucky for your vanguards, stephen knows how to tap right into your magic’s source with the help of the master of magnetism, of course.

“keep your head up,” magneto instructed, plunging his cock into your hole. you moaned, thighs trembling against dr. strange’s palms. your feet where off the floor and your back to him and your front to magneto, sandwiched between two vanguards and their cocks while bullets bounced off the giant piece of concrete you three took cover behind.

dr. strange shuddered as he slid into you embarrassingly easily, both massive cocks deliciously rubbing against each other while you clamped down, making the two men groan out in pleasure.

“ah, much better,” magneto chuckled, his tongue sliding between your lips while strange reached to rub liver your clit with his fingers, your poor pussy clamping down as they fucked you through another orgasm.

stephen moaned, softly biting your ear, greedily pulling your ass back against his hips. “your magic is…ah…exemplary, my dear,” he panted, peppering kisses onto your flushed cheek. both their cocks moved agonizingly slow, both men too aware of their size.

magneto was less vocal than strange but no less sweet. he grunted against your mouth, pulling away to let you breathe, his beard tickling your neck as his rythm grew increasingly faster. “truly a marvel,” magneto praised, locking eyes with strange. he was close too. their cocks rubbed against each other inside your sopping pussy, bouncing you between them before they simultaneously groaned, flooding your spent cunt.

you craned your head up, fucked out and buzzing with pleasure. “all healed?”

magneto an strange exchanged glances. their health bars had been maxed out ages ago…

[angelltheninth]

I saw you reblog nightcrawler and I got into searching for nightcrawler fics which lead to reading x men smut in general…..

Please indulge me 😭 My request is how the x men eat the 🐱 with Nightcrawler, Cyclops, Wolverine, Magneto, Gambit, Deadpool (I feel Deadpool is x Men adjacent lol)

Deadpool is definitely X-Man adjacent. Will include him for sure.

Pairing: Logan "Wolverine" Howlett, Scott "Cyclops" Summers, Remy "Gambit" LeBeau, Kurt "Nightcrawler" Wagner, Wade "Deadpool" Wilson, Erik "Magneto" Lehnsherr x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, face riding, tonguefucking, cunnilingus, overstimulation, being pinned down, clit stimulation, squirting, morning sex

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A/N: Took a little break from Tumblr to focus on my D&D stuff, but I'm back now.

Laps at your pussy like a man dying of thirst, There's no real techinque that he has, he wants all of you, any and every way he can get it, as much as he can get. His tough, strong hands dig into your hips, the veins bulging as he holds you down and makes you shake under his grip. Due to his superhuman stamina he backs off when your pussy and clit get too sensitive but still delivers an occasional teasing lick while you're resting.

He spends a long amount of time kissing his way down your body before he gets to where you want him to be. Never wants to get right to the main event, even if you've had a long time apart. Always has his eyes closed but you can tell when he's enjoying himself by how hard he closes his eyes and the tiny sparks of red that get a glimpse of. Gets a little pussydrunk if you don't push him away on time, even if his jaw hurts he'll keep going.

Wakes you up fully by eating you out, it's become something of a morning ritual for when you really don't want to get out of bed in the morning. This can go both ways if you want to suck him off in the morning and help him with his morning wood. He knows how to cook breakfast pretty well but honestly you're his favorite thing to eat in the morning. Especially when you come all over mouth from how much he tonguefucked you.

Eats you out while he's on his knees like you're the one who should be worshiped and prayed to. Judging by the way he kisses and licks your pussy, his forked tongue flicking and lapping at your sensitive clit he might as well think you're holy. He certainly does get you to call out to God a lot. Because he can't help it he jerks himself off with his tail, he should have better control, instead he gave into lust. and he will gladly do it again.

Talks dirty the whole time while he's eating you out, there's nothing that will get him to shut up. Each and every jolt of your hips serves as a compliment to him. He doesn't hold you down while eating you out, you can buck your hips freely, riding his face as fast and hard as you want. Don't worry if you clamp your thighs around his head, you can't kill him and if you did he would be glad to die and wake up with his face against your cunt.

Pulls you on top of him and pushes his tongue as deep into your pussy as it can go. He chuckles when you hiss in pleasure when his lips bump against your clit, you want his attention there but he is the one in control here. If you try to wrestle control from him he will push you on your back, your legs now over his shoulders and his face buried in your sopping pussy. Give him any more attitude and he will bring out the handcuffs.

[fanfictiongirlie]

Erik Lehnsherr Masterlist:

(Tagged under: fanfictiongirliemagneto)

❥ Smut - ❀ Fluff - ☹ Angst - ✶ Multi-Chaptered - ★ One Shot

ִֶָ࣪☾. Ice Play (Kinktober25) ❥★

Erik had a little idea, that involves ice cubes and magnets.