Erik putting Charles over his lap, spanking him and milking his cock, forcing orgasms out of him while Charles pathetically whimpers and Erik condescends to him, but trans Erik cis Charles. You see my vision
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Summary: Erik receives a phone call letting him know that his mother is dead. To plan her funeral, he returns back to his hometown. Written for POTO Queer Week 2023.
prompt- cherik talking about their possibly human children?
im thinking it would be angsty
I made it angsty but happy at the end cause I couldn’t just let it end in angst when I had the power to turn it around kajhdjkad ;-; But anything with cherik and kids warms my heart so I absolutely had to write this (besides, it was an excuse for more trans content >:) )
Thank you for the prompt <3
CW // Trans!Erik, Mpreg
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Charles watched with amusement as Erik groaned at the instructions on the ground, a few metal pieces of the dresser he was assembling floating through the air as he waved his fingers lazily, his other hand over his stomach as he stroked it through his shirt without even noticing that he was doing. Charles had tried to convince him to let Charles help assemble the dresser, but Erik had only given him an unimpressed look and gone to the baby's room to prove he could do it himself as he told Charles to take care of their lunch.
After half an hour, Erik was still trying to figure out the instructions, nothing really assembled yet.
"You shouldn't be up for this long," Charles said from the doorway, smiling as his husband looked back at him with a warning glare, "you were complaining about back pain just a few hours ago."
"It passed." Erik said shortly, going back to the instructions as he took a wooden part of the dresser. It looked heavy, making Charles quickly wheel himself into the room to help him with it. "I'll be done soon, go finish lunch."
"You barely even started."
"I was figuring things out first."
"Then let me help you at least." when Erik opened his mouth to complain, Charles kept going. "Lunch is ready and I have nothing better to do, so I'm helping with you wanting it or not."
In the end, they assembled the dresser quite quickly, Erik's power proving itself helpful as he screwed the screws and put the hinges in its places, and soon Erik was sitting down at the recliner in the room with Charles in front of him, massaging his feet as Erik's mind complained loudly from the back pain that came back and the small pin pricks at the heels of his feet.
"I told you to rest, you stubborn man." Charles said, seeing Erik mumble what sounded like a curse in German. "You're not carrying just your own weight around anymore."
"When this baby is born," Erik raised his eyes from where they were hidden behind his hand, looking at Charles with a pointed look, "you'll be the one carrying them around everywhere until they're nine months old. Then we can share."
"That's hardly fair considering the first three months it was barely a nuisance and now they're getting heavy. They'll get heavier with time, so if I carry them for the next nine months I'll be carrying their weight for more time than you-"
Charles stopped talking abruptly when Erik's feet pushed against his chest with enough force for him to lean backwards, his chair moving backwards with the push. He held himself to Erik's ankle to pull himself back close, giving Erik a glare and seeing his husband smile devilishly.
"I think I prefer that you keep your mouth shut as you massage my feet."
"Thank you, darling. I love you too." Erik smiled at the sarcasm in Charles' voice making him smile back. "But now we just need to wait four more months…"
"Time seems to be going fast and not fast enough." Erik's hand landed on his belly again, fingers stroking it lightly as his eyes watched the growing bump with a warm gaze. "I can't wait to meet them."
Charles smiled at the soft tone in Erik's voice, feeling the way his mind turned into a bundle of love and warmth that Charles loved to see in him. Erik's eyes slowly raised to look at Charles again, a hopeful glint in his eyes.
"Can't you hear their thoughts?"
"It's very fuzzy still, but they can hear your voice and mine when we talk." Charles smiled, moving forward to touch Erik's belly as well, seeing the smile on his husband's lips widen. "There's not much, only sensations… Warmth, the comfort of our voices… Especially yours. Their dreams amaze me."
They stayed in silence for a moment, Charles enjoying the warmth from Erik's mind and the quiet and strange thoughts of their child, marvelling at the wonderful experience of knowing that they were thinking - such a small thing, not yet ready for the world, but already full of love, which would mostly flare up at the sound of Erik's voice.
"I can't help but wonder what they'll look like." Charles said, chuckling a little to himself. "If they'll have your eyes or mine, your ginger hair or my dark brown one…"
"I wonder what their mutation will be like." Erik chuckled this time, but Charles' smile died down for a moment. Erik didn't seem to notice. "We're both powerful… Hopefully we'll be able to keep them safe when their mutation manifests."
"I've been… meaning to talk to you about this." Charles' voice was wary, eyes looking at Erik with caution as the other man raised his eyes and frowned. "There's… There's a possibility they won't be a mutant. You know that, right?"
"We both are mutants."
"But there's nothing that guarantees our child will be as well." Erik's frown deepened as Charles clenched his jaw. "We could end up having a human child, Erik."
"They won't be human."
"Erik-"
"They won't, Charles." Erik's voice got louder, his eyes going hard over Charles as his own expression hardened. "I said already, we're both powerful mutants and there's no reason why our child would be any different."
"What if they end up being human?" Erik's body tensed a little bit, the warmth and love going to the back of his mind as some anger and dread came to the forefront. "What if they aren't a powerful mutant, what if they grow to be a human?"
"I don't want to talk about this-"
"No, I think we should. More than ever, actually." Charles fixed himself on his chair, leaning back again and seeing Erik turn his face away from him. There was denial in his mind. "I need to know you won't hold our child accountable for something they couldn't control."
"You're talking like I'm one of them."
"I want to make sure you're not."
Erik's gaze was piercing when he looked back at Charles, a killer look that the telepath had seen before - when they had just met each other years ago. Charles' gaze didn't waver, but soon he was sighing loudly and shaking his head.
"I don't want to fight, I'm sorry. But I need you to think about it." his voice was calm, the deadly glare in his husband's eyes dying down but not fully going away. "I'm going to serve lunch. Rest a little more, I can bring your food here if you want-"
"I can do it myself." Erik's voice was sharp, making Charles take a deep breath - the conversation ended there.
"Alright. Call me if you need something."
Later, at night, as they laid down to sleep, he felt Erik's finger poking him on the ribs gently, Charles' eyes opening to look at his husband as he laid on his side and stared at him from his pillow - Erik's mind seemed agitated and worried.
"I still find it difficult for our child to be born human," Erik started, eyes looking at Charles in the dark; Charles only waited for what would come next. "But if they are, I will love them either way. I don't think I could do anything but that."
Charles stared at his husband for a moment more in the dark, seeing the truth in Erik's words, although he could still see some discomfort with the idea of their child being a human. He knew that, if it was the case, Erik would be true to his words at least.
"And they'll love you in return. They already do."
Erik smiled lightly, the curve of his lips half hidden by the darkness of the room, but there was just light enough for Charles to see.
Erik scooted closer, stomach bumping against Charles' side as he tried getting closer, making him frown as he realized it would become harder and harder to hug Charles as time passed. With a chuckle, Charles held Erik close as well, placing a kiss to the top of his head and closing his eyes again as he thought about the future, the peaceful and strange thoughts of their child and Erik's calming mind lulling him to sleep.
