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Do you know the one where Erik is a photographer or what not and he and Charles are neighbors and he always makes a lot of *sex noises* that keeps Charles up at night. Please and thank you

Here is the fic you’re looking for!

Bang Bang by hippos [Cherik, NC17]

The first night after Charles moves into his fantastic new apartment, he discovers that the walls are too thin, and he is gaining an intimate knowledge of his new neighbor's nocturnal adventures.

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Hello! I want to start off by saying this blog is awesome. I've gotten to read a lot of new disc because of this. I would like to ask if you guys know by any chance the fic where Charles has to go out dressed as a female because he went into Erik's mind or whatever and then Charles makes him jealous by looking like a hot girl to all the men at the party they're at please and thank you!!

I’ve been searching high and low for the fic you’ve described and the closest I can find is this one here:

Sweet, You're So Sugar-Sweet by Synekdokee [Cherik, NC17, Cross Dressing]

Erik's hand drifts to Charles's thigh and grips the hem of the dress and bunches it up, revealing the lace lining and clips of the garter belt he's wearing. Whatever confusion or hesitation that may still have lingered in Erik is chased away by the idea of kissing his way across the straps to Charles inner thigh.

Suddenly Erik's burning with the need to know what Charles is wearing underneath the dress, if he's still wearing boxers or if there's more black fabric there, satin covering the stiffness of his cock in silky fabric.

If anyone knows a fic that more closely matches OP’s request please let us know thanks!

[cherik-mcbender]

Hello I really liked the last fic you wrote for me so thank you do that, you are an amazing writer. I was wondering if you could do a fic where Erik is the popular boy in school and gets everybody but Charles is hard to get. Please and thank you!😘😊

Thank you so much!  That one was super fun to write, as was this one! <3 xx

The New Kid

Erik leaned up against the locker, one arm clutching his bag and the other wrapped around the waist of a tall girl with short blonde hair. A small crowd surrounded him, each person jabbering rapidly about the game that night or the fact that she went out with him or her or that person or the party last weekend that almost got busted. Erik wasn’t really listening – his attention was pulled away from everything around him when he saw the new boy walk by, his messenger bag stuffed with notebooks and his arms filled with books. His bright blue eyes skirted over the crowd as he passed, pausing briefly on Erik before returning to the hall ahead of him.

Erik made a split-second decision, dropping his arm, ditching his bag, and shoving his way through the crowd to catch up to the new boy. “Hey,” he said, slightly breathless. “You’re the new kid, right? Charles? I think we have psychology together.”

Charles kept walking, nodding his head. “Yeah, that’s me. The new kid. Charles. Er, sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“It’s Erik. Erik Lehnsherr.”

“Great. Cool. Nice to meet you, Erik Lehnsherr.”

Erik picked up his pace in order to keep up with Charles as he hurried down the hall. “Hey, some of us are going out for some food after the game tonight. Wanna join?”

“The game?”

Erik’s shoulders sagged. “The football game. I’m the quarterback. You’re not into football, then?”

“Never been that into sports,” Charles said, shrugging.

“Well – food? Food after? That’s still…you’d still like that, right?” Erik spluttered.

“Sounds fun,” Charles said, shrugging again. “I’ll see if I’ve got time.”

“Oh. Cool.”

“Sorry - I’ve got to get to class. New kid, remember? Got to make a good impression and such.” Charles looked up at Erik once, then took a sharp left down the math hallway.

“Yeah, cool. Well, we’re meeting out by the locker rooms after – so – if you….” Erik trailed off as Charles entered a classroom, gently closing the door behind him

This had never happened to him before. He trudged back to his group, running a hand through his hair, frustration coursing through him. This new kid was really hot, but he had barely noticed Erik, in all his letterman-jacket, slicked-hair, girls-on-his-arm glory. Maybe the letterman jacket wasn’t Charles’ thing. Or maybe the girls were a bad idea when trying to pick up a guy. Erik wormed his way back into the crowd and picked up his bag, ignoring the girl next to him as she tried to lean on him. Someone called his name, but he turned away and headed to his next class, his mind churning.

“Lehnsherr! Get your head in the game.”

Erik started. “What?”

“We’re doing jumping jacks. You’re at least a hundred behind. Let’s pick up the pace!”

Erik cursed under his breath. So far, his hunt through the crowd had been unsuccessful. And it was hard to search bleachers while jumping up and down. Maybe Charles hadn’t come after all. Maybe Erik had gotten his hopes up for nothing.

After pushups, high-knees, and laps, the ref marched onto the field, and the team took to their positions. Erik looked out at the stands one last time, and just when he was about to give up, he caught sight of Charles’ dirty-blond hair bobbing up and down through the crowd, weaving through people. He had a striped scarf wrapped around his neck and his hands were stuffed into the pocket of an old sweatshirt. He sat down and made eye contact with Erik right before the whistle blew.

Erik wiped his sweaty face with his towel, squirting his water bottle over his head. Though they had won, he didn’t feel victorious. Instead, his heart was hammering just as hard as it had been during the game. His eyes were glued to the stands and the masses of people, but he couldn’t find the familiar scarf or the blue eyes anywhere. People walked by, patting him on the back, shouting compliments at him. Slowly, a group formed around him as people got ready to get dinner. Emma, the blonde girl from earlier, sidled up to him and placed her hand on his knee, congratulating him. He gently pushed it off, muttering, “Maybe later, Frost,” and she turned and walked away. Hank, his ex, murmured something in his ear, but Erik moved his head and continued to stare into the darkness.

As they got up to go, Hank shouted something about his car, and everyone cheered. Suddenly, a small figure appeared out of the darkness. Charles approached Erik, a steaming cup of hot chocolate clasped in his hands. “Sorry I’m late,” he said airily. “I was cold. And there was a long line.”

Erik’s face broke out into a grin, and he was just a second late hiding it. “No worries. Want to join us for food?”

“That’d be fun,” Charles said, nodding. “I’ve got some work to do, but I can come for a bit.”

Erik led him to the parking lot, following the others. “You still cold?”

“A little.”

Erik inched closer to Charles, but Charles was looking around at the field, gazing at the bright lights, and didn’t seem to notice.

Erik sighed. “Charles?”

“Hm?” Charles took a sip of his hot chocolate, his cheeks turning slightly pink as warmth returned to them.

Erik hesitated, then smiled slightly, his eyes meeting Charles’. “I’m just glad you’re coming, that’s all.”

Charles looked at him, really taking him in for the first time.  It was as if he somehow knew that Erik had finally dropped his façade and given up his pickup lines for genuine kindness.  It was as if…as if he could read his mind.  Erik chuckled to himself, laughing at the absurdity of the thought.

“What?” Charles asked, grinning.

“Nothing.  I just really am glad you’re coming.”

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[cherik-mcbender]

Could you write a Cherik fanfic where Charles walked in on that scene where Erik and Raven kissed and Erik apologizing or something. Please and thank you

Knock First

Charles fumbled with his books, juggling all fourteen of them and trying not to drop any.  His eyes just cleared the top of the stack so he could see where he was going, but there was no way he could open the door.  So he turned around and used his butt to push down the door handle and his back to open the door.

“Raven, have you seen the – ” he began as he turned around.

All fourteen of the books clattered to the floor as Erik hastily pulled away from Raven, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

“I – ” Raven pulled the sheets up to her chin. “Charles!  Knock much?”

“I didn’t think I needed to!  I didn’t know you were shacking up with…Magneto here,” Charles said, his voice shaking slightly. “Raven, get dressed.”

“Charles, you are not my mother.  I’m an adult, you know.”

Erik was backing up to the window, and Charles purposefully kept his eyes glued to Raven’s, determined not to look at Erik. “Exactly.  So you should know enough not to….” Charles’ voice caught in his throat, and he turned away. “Clean up these books, please.  I’ll see you at dinner.”

He slammed the door on Raven’s complaints and stumbled down the hallway, his mind churning.  He was so far down the hall that he barely heard the door open and close again, and when the hand touched his shoulder, he jumped. “Raven, I told you – ” He spun around. “Oh…it’s…it’s you.” He took a step back and looked down at the ground as though the carpet below Erik’s shoes was more interesting than the guilty-looking man himself.

“Charles, I’m sorry.”

“Why?  You shouldn’t be sorry.  You’ve got no need to be sorry.  You’re an adult; she’s an adult; I’m – I’m not part of this.  You shouldn’t – ”

Erik shut up his rambling by pressing his lips against Charles’.  Charles made a faint squeak in the back of his throat and shoved his hands against Erik’s chest.  Erik staggered backward.

“Erik.”

“That’s why I’m sorry, Charles.”

“Erik, you can’t.”

“Why can’t I?  I know you feel the same way.  Tell me you don’t feel the same way.”

“I…” Charles touched his lips with his fingertips. “I can’t – if Raven has feelings for you…she’s like my sister, Erik.” He finally brought his gaze up to meet Erik’s, taking a deep breath. “Yes, I have feelings for you, Erik.  I admit, I had hoped that….But I…I need to respect….”

Erik’s eyes brightened. “So you do.  Look, Charles – Raven and I are nothing.”

Charles scoffed. “I highly doubt that.  I just walked in on – I don’t even know – ”

“What you walked in on was me trying to convince my friend she is beautiful no matter what, and it seemed to be the only way to get through to her.”

“Does Raven know that?”

“I don’t know,” Erik admitted. “But I will talk to her about it.  I don’t mean to lead her on.”

“You kissed her,” Charles practically shrieked. “In what way does that not lead her on?”

Erik’s fingers fell onto Charles’ lips, quieting him.  Charles nearly went cross-eyed, following Erik’s fingers to his mouth. “Quiet.  I’ll deal with it.”

Charles’ breathing slowed as he watched Erik’s eyes, his heart seeming to grow both calmer and more excited with each beat. “You promise?” he whispered against Erik’s fingers.

“I promise.  Now…would it be okay if I kiss you?”

Charles’s lips twitched into a smile. “It would be more than okay.”

my fanfictionhappy • sad • bittersweet • crossovers • kisses

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I was wondering if you also make fanfiction. If not, is there someone you know who does? Please and thank you!!

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