Imagine being (pre-balding and pre-wheelchair) Charles and Erik’s personal slut.
Getting fucked by Charles and then going to Erik’s room while cum is still dripping out of your cunt, soaking your panties even more.
Their longing and full of desire glances they send your way whenever the three of you are around other people. Charles would whisper dirty words into your mind while staring at you from across the room, watching with Erik as you squirm in your seat.
And don’t get me started at one of them watching you getting fucked, ruined by the other. The one watching slowly stroking his aching cock while listening to your noises.
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.
together, intertwined, mouths bruised with love and souls bitten
cw: kinktober prompt (spit roasting), fem reader, age gap (reader in their 20s & cherik in their 40s), set during first class but they’re older and the school’s already established more, unprotected sex, teacher’s pet!reader, eventual teacher-student relationship, background established cherik and a mention of alex x hank, power imbalance, dubcon, lowkey coercion, “slut” used one time by you @ you, southern!reader, controlling older men :3
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kinktober 2024
“And what do we have here?”
You stop your mindless floating in the pool, freezing at the sound of a deep male voice. You knew exactly who it was from the very first disappointed breath.
“Mr. Lehnsherr, um, fancy seeing you here.” You bite your lip, awkwardly kicking your legs back and forth since your mutant ability unfortunately isn’t catapulting your body out of water.
“Yes, in the manor’s off limits after hours pool, how funny.” Erik says flatly, unamused. “Lights out was five minutes ago, my dear, care to tell me why exactly you aren’t in bed?”
You sheepishly scratch the back of your neck, “I just wanted to come cool off, I was going right back to bed da- sir, I swear.”
Great. Now your cheeks are hot at your near slip up, something that your teacher seems to catch. His lips quirk up on a barely there smile, and you suddenly wished you had the strong will to drown yourself right here right now.
“Oh, I wish I could believe you.” He tuts, not as willing to let you get away with shit like Charles, but Erik has his own soft spot for you. “And what are you wearing? Because I know that isn’t one of the school’s swimsuits.”
The piece in question being a skimpy pink two piece, the bikini top covers only the upper half of your breasts and ends just under your nipples. The bottoms of your tits hang out through a cut out and the straps of the bottom rest high on your hips. The strings are held together by a little studded heart.
“It’s something from home, southern summers are hot, sir.” You don’t hide yourself away in newfound shame despite that being what you’re feeling.
You cross your arms under your boobs, pushing the ample mounds up and squishing them together. Erik’s cold eyes follow the movement and he swallows, but the same unimpressed look is still plastered all over his face. You want to pout and stomp your foot, but you’re lucky he hasn’t turned your ass in to Charles yet, maybe there’s a way for you to get out of this without a punishment of any kind.
“Yes, well.” His voice is gruff as he clears his throat, “Charles sent me to find you. He gets worried when you’re not where he expects you to be, where we both expect you to be, am I clear?”
Your guilt isn’t as believable when your ass cheeks are out for one of the teachers you’re insane over to leer at, but you do drown in it. You’re miles away from any family, and when your ultra religious southern family found out about you being a mutant, they called you a demon and promptly kicked you out. You’re lucky that Charles found you when he did, and the things he and later Erik learned that you had been through made them feel quite protective of you.
You know perfectly well that it feels good to be a teacher's pet at the top of the class who never does anything wrong in their eyes. To get male validation just for breathing in their general direction, especially when there are so many students here with similar if not worse sob stories. For you at least, it was love at first sight.
You just really needed this one little instance of rebellion, to do laps back and forth in the perfectly cool blue water until the thoughts of being stuck between teachers who are twice your age were washed away. And that was after you had played with your clit only to scream into your pillow because you couldn’t get over that peak.
“I know, I'm sorry it was just this one time. I’ll use the pool when it’s open during the day next time, I promise.” You nod, willing to just take the loss and say whatever Erik wants to hear so you go back to your dorm without this ever getting back to Charles’s ears.
With Erik, disappointing him is kind of sexy because he scowls and his biceps bulge when he crosses his arms before he scolds you. He has rough hands that you can so easily imagine smacking the shit out of you, and you don’t just imagine him hitting your ass either.
Plus, his comfort hit so much deeper when he would cup your face and stroke a thumb over your hair, letting you the softness seep into his gaze when you promise to be good.
With Charles, disappointing him is still sexy, but you feel awful much quicker. He’s a real “I’m not mad, just disappointed.” kind of man, and seeing the way his mouth twists and he refuses to even look you in the eye has you shrinking like a violet. It takes a lot more begging to get his attention and even more sincere promises to do better to get him to smile again, chuckling and fondly exasperated as he instructs you to run along.
Erik is still in the bulging biceps phase, glaring down at you at the edge of the pool until something unreadable flashes across his vision. “You know what? You’re right, you are sorry, why don’t I keep you company in the pool if you’re so stressed? Since you can’t be trusted to not wander off on your own right now.”
Your eyes widen to the size of marbles as you watch your teacher strip off his hoodie and shorts, down to only his bare body, and jump in the pool beside you. You sputter and hurriedly wipe away the water that splashes your face. Erik chuckles and swims to brush up against your front, immediately grabbing your waist and digging his fingers into your flesh.
His hands drift up to run along the sides of your breasts, groping you through the wet fabric. You trace his stubble and whimper into his mouth when he bites your lower lip. Your breath hitches, helplessly staring into his eyes, not fighting or pushing him away. He gets the answer that he wants to the question in his eyes and sweeps you into a kiss, the swolshing of the water moving around you is the only thing you can hear other than your thundering heartbeat.
The rest, as they say, is history. Because you’re making out with Erik in no time flat and humping his bare cock the best you can in the water when a familiar throat clearing sound goes off like a gun above you. The heavy clack of his oxfords pounding the wet tile surrounding the pool, the fancy french cologne that you’ve imagined stealing and spraying on your pillow.
There he is, you had to know in the back of your mind that once Erik had gotten there, it was only a matter of time before Charles followed. You lick away the string of spit connecting you and Erik and smile your most charming smile, still humping him even as Charles frowns.
“S-sir, we were just- I’m gonna go back to bed soon, honest.” It’s flimsy and a god awful apology but you’re too horny to care. You can make it up to him after somebody screws your brains out, not a second before.
And Charles knows already, you can feel him in your mind and while you’re definitely self conscious about what he sees, you can’t help but sigh in relief when he starts unbuckling his belt after rifling around in there for a minute. His blue eyes seem more vivid to you now, watered with color in the face of your wildly inappropriate feelings.
“Do not think I'm not still upset with you, young lady, we have curfews for a reason and if you can’t follow them, you’ll be confined to going to your classes and going straight to your dorm.” His melodic voice warns you, but you can only beam and nod so he sighs, resolving to tell you again when you don’t have a singular thought bubble with a picture of their cocks in your brain.
“Yes yes yes, I promise this won’t happen again, just please, sir.” You’re not above begging already, part of being a teacher’s pet means doing what you have to do to keep yourself on the pedestal they put you on.
Erik’s hands flex on your waist, “Now now, don’t be so eager, pet. Wouldn’t want you to get too cock hungry now would we?”
He says it like they obviously would but Charles shoots him a look and Erik laughs, going back to groping your tits through your bikini top. Charles soon slips into the water on your other side, and soon enough you’re sandwiched in between the both of them. Charles runs his hands down your back and settles them on your ass, sharply smacking the globes before telling Erik to sit on the edge of the pool.
“You’re going to give me more gray hairs than I already have, you know that?” Charles sighs, “It’s only fitting I take some of that stress out on this gorgeous body, hm, darling?”
“Uh huh, I’m so so sorry, sir.” You babble, pitching yourself forward to mouth at Erik’s bare length as Charles slides his hands around your hips and grinds against your ass.
Erik spreads his legs, “Greedy girl, come get it then.”
You suckle at the thick tip, flicking your tongue out to catch the drops of pre that leak out and take him down your throat as Charles pulls the strings of your bikini bottom loose. You squeal in pleasant surprise when he parts your ass cheeks to get a good look of your pussy underwater, running his thumbs over your folds and teasingly dipping into your hole.
You whine around Erik’s cock, already to the hilt, his balls resting on your chin. He chuckles and pats your cheek, goading Charles into giving the poor thing what she wants already, you might die of need on them.
“We’ve fantasized about this while we fucked on our own time, Charles, there’s no use in pretending any longer.”
You eagerly hum on Erik’s length, bobbing your head up and down, only faltering at the hint of Charles’s cockhead against your entrance. He teasingly swipes it through, slipping a few of his fingers in to stretch you enough while causing you too much pain. You have to face some kind of punishment after all, he and Erik will kiss it better later.
“Now, pet, keep your mouth where it is and relax your legs, let me in.” Charles pants, slowly sinking into your tight warmth as you suck Erik off.
Once you’ve adjusted enough, despite still reeling from the stretch and burn, his slow but deep thrusts push your head further into Erik’s lap. You look up at the latter with teary eyes, he laughs and brushes them away from your lower lash line, guiding you to bob your head more.
Charles hisses, fingernails scratching at your love handles as he picks up the pace. He loves the way you gag on Erik when he hits that sweet spot inside you, the way you can’t run away from either them or what they do to you or what you do to them. He knows that this moment was inevitable, always in motion and in the making since the day you met. You project your dirty little fantasies so loudly, Charles would have to lock the door to his classroom after every period so he could get himself off.
You gurgle around Erik, your nose buried in his trimmed pubes and inhaling his musk as you deepthroat him. Charles tightens his grip, moving to grope and play your ass from behind, his thrusts speed up even faster. Eventually the water is rippling around the three of you, the manor’s pool making mini waves as Charles’s girthier cock splits your pussy open.
You feel so full, your mind is so painted white that you can’t think about anything else but the long dick filling your mouth and the thick dick buried in your velvet grip.
“So good for us, if you were feeling restless you could’ve just sneaked into either one of our rooms. We wouldn’t have minded.” Someone says, maybe Charles, even though he would be the one who would protest too much before giving up the charade.
You give up on actively sucking Erik off and just let the force of Charles’s thrusts shoot you up and down to take his length into your mouth over and over and over. Blinking up at them in a daze as if you have no other thoughts in your puppy brain, just a bimbo slut for them to share and use between them. You drift in that sub space for ages, letting them direct your movements on their cocks like the most loved and well kept doll in the world.
“Fuck, darling!” Charles grunts, pounding your gummy walls and focusing on your choked up whines and moans.
Erik groans, his large hips jutting pistoning his aching dick into you, caught up in the embrace of your tongue and throat. The sight of your lips stretched obscenely wide around his meat. He wishes he took the time to slap his shaft against your face, demeaning you with the tip on the center of your lolled out tongue.
“Hottest little mouth I’ve ever fucked, be proud of that, dear.” Erik grits out, wrestling his pleasure from the depths of your gaping jaw.
Charles reverently kneads the fat of your globes and Erik lovingly caresses the apple shaped swell of your cheeks with his rough fingertips. Both of the cocks in you twitch as they spill inside, and your eyes flutter shut. You’re too busy drinking every drop of Erik’s salty seed to react to Charles finessing your clit until you're dirtying the pool water with your own orgasm. Your fluids float off to mix with the bits of Charles that leak out of you, and you’re almost genuinely sad at the thought.
They intertwine their fingers when they push in a cold metal buttplug back in Charles' room, which you come to find out is one they share. That sentiment is true about the room as well.
You and Alex avoid looking each other in the eye when he catches you coming out of their room on the way to class, and you see Hank passed out on the bed behind his opened door.
may i request a cherik x mutant! reader? idk abt plot but i really need some fluff
a/n: i wasn’t sure whether to make this platonic or romantic, so i made it ambiguous! I also based this on the premise of brooklyn nine nine season 1, episode 3. reader has powers involving electricity and the year is after 1981
also sorry this took so long, i finished up my last week of work, went to disneyland, and then moved in for my senior year of college! and i apologize for this being short, i wasn't sure what to write :)
title: slump
word count: 424
summary: you're struggling with your powers, so charles and erik provide the comfort you need
warnings: none! just fluff. mild angst for plot reasons but is resolved
GIF NOT MINE
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“Darling, I think you’re in a slump,” Charles says as he watches you fail to produce even a spark.
Erik nods in agreement, watching you sit down against the wall, taking a drink of water. “Take the week off and relax.”
You vigorously shake your head. “I’m not in a slump, I swear. I just didn’t sleep well last night.” You’re lying through your teeth, causing both of them to give you a look.
You decide to stand up again, focusing on producing sparks from your fingers and aiming them at the wall. A few shoot out, but stop just as soon. “Ugh, what is happening?”
“Darling, I want you to take the week off, please,” Charles insists, and you begin to profusely refuse when the light above you breaks.
“Alright fine, I’m in a slump.”
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You’re resting on the couch in the lounge, a cup of peppermint tea in your hand. The TV is playing some old movie that you’re half paying attention to, so when Charles and Erik come in, you immediately turn your head to the sound.
They come to sit on either side of you, and you decide to take the comfort they provide. You rest your head on Erik’s shoulder, reaching for Charles’ hand. ‘Thank you,’ you tell Charles in your head and he responds back with a gentle ‘Of course.’
“What are we watching?” Erik asks, finally resting his head on top of yours.
“I don’t know, it was on. I was just relaxing.” Him and Charles hum in unison at the answer. “You can switch it to whatever you want.”
Charles switches the stations with his powers until he lands on a channel playing Indiana Jones. You squeeze his hand as a gesture of thanks.
It’s silent for a while, casually enjoying the movie. Occasionally other teachers will come on through the lounge, but for the most part it is peaceful.
“I think you should try to use your powers again,” Charles says, and you’re confused. It has only been 5 days since you started your break.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive, darling,” he insists, letting go of your hand. You sit up and see Erik nodding in agreement. “Just do something small.”
You’re nervous but you decide to try and turn off the TV. You focus on the energy inside the TV and see it click off immediately. Your mouth slightly opens in shock before a wide grin spreads across your face. “Holy shit, I did it!”
You pull each of the men into a hug and turn the TV back off, messing with the lights in the room.
In amongst your joy and trials, the men share a look, smiling just as wide at your enthusiasm.
