synekdokee:
The man was wearing nothing but a ruffled skirt around his waist that ended at his knees, and Charles could not stop staring. His eyes were drawn to skin—specifically, the strip of bare thigh that peeked out through the slit that cut the kilt from hip to knee, and more specifically, the bare thigh of the man who stood in the center of the arena, tall and proud.
Fic: Ambassadorial Duties by Ikeracity
Recommended to everyone who enjoys muscular men sweating and wrestling around wearing kilts. It’s 4,500 words of foreplay and you should read it now.
A collaboration with the amazing ikeracity, inspired by this photoset. Reference photo by Jean-Baptiste Mondino.
I realise the anatomy is messed up.
(You should also read Monstrousreg’s kilt!Erik fic which has sizzlin’ hot sex on a table. You won’t regret it. )
fuckyeahcherik:
Calling all authors and artists!
There is still time to sign up for the next round of the X-Men Reverse Bang!
Check it out!
voodooling:
OnceAndFutureKimli commissioned me this Frostiron mini-comic as a gift for LuceyCantDance! HAPPY 22ND BIRTHDAY! Does the dialogue in the comic seem familiar? ;] I hope you both like it!
Coffee Shop AU!~
harrytheahlizard:
pts3+4/? of Random GreenCard!Au
Erik and Charles were wed just off the coast of New York, with fumes from the polluted waters rising up around them and Erik wondering whether or not the boat would sink before the ceremony was over and spare him this humiliation.
“Dearly beloved.” Janos began. “We are gathered here today to join in union Erik Lensherr and Charles Xavier.”
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Definitely want more!
menandmartinis:
Charles knew that this was just satisfying a bodily need for Erik. As much as he tried to not read Erik’s thoughts; it was impossible at moments like this when he was in the midst of pleasure.
Erik’s feelings for Charles were intense; of that Charles had no doubt. But sex was different. Sexual pleasure was still confusing to Erik. He had been abused for too many years – he was damaged in so many ways.
But Charles couldn’t help himself. He was promiscuous. That was his way of handling the child abuse he suffered. In the end; Charles couldn’t help himself. He flirted and taunted Erik. He knew Erik was horny and attracted to Charles.
And tonight – they could just blame it on the two bottles of wine they had at dinner.
Erik eyed Charles’s body critically. The Englishman was fit and quite beautiful. This surprised Erik; because he knew that Charles’ idea of physical fitness was to forgo dessert at dinner.
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The Marriage Bargain 6.1/?
