issabella:

fassbender-mcavoyobsessed:

From: Emma Frost <whitequeen@gmail.com>To: Charles Xavier <profCFX@gmail.com>Subject: For your viewing pleasure        Thought you might enjoy this, Charles dear. I know it's been a while. ;)
From: Charles Xavier <profCFX@gmail.com>To: Emma Frost <whitequeen@gmail.com>Subject: GODDAMMIT EMMA        Stop sending me these things when I'm TRYING TO WORK!

Sorry for hijacking that idea, but the plotcorgi kept barking! Thank you for the wonderful inspiration. ♥
♦
Charles frowns as he reads Emma’s unfazed reply to that. ‘I thought you might need a break. You looked awfully tense and hassled today. But since you asked so sweetly, I will consider sending nice things your way after work only.’
He snorts and types a quick reply, though he really shouldn’t waste any more time on non-work related things. 'Don't bother, unless it's the real deal.' 
There is no reply to that and Charles starts to hope she will take his complaints seriously and stop sending him porn. After fifteen minutes of undisturbed work he checks his email again, despite having no notification. Perhaps he just missed it. Emma usually doesn’t play nice.
But there is no new message and no new picture or video file. He really should be glad about that. If he wanted something to tease his imagination to get off, he could find porn himself. Only, he had tried to find the source of the pictures and video-snippets she had sent him, but google had proven rather uncooperative in helping him there.
And there lay the problem. The guy from the pictures and videos was exactly Charles’ type. Lean, muscled, broad shoulders and unreal slim waist. His hands, damn it, Charles had been fantasizing about the large hands with their long fingers just as much as he had about the guy’s large penis – and he hadn’t even seen it erect or involve in any action. Both things that hadn’t stopped him from fantasizing though he is grimly hiding his frustration from Emma. He is sure she still holds the really raunchy videos and pictures involving that guy back, and is waiting for Charles to break down and beg her to send him more.
The rational part of Charles knows he is getting way too obsessed over the naked stranger, craving for something he can’t have. That part is very glad should Emma heed his request and stop sending any more fuel for Charles’ fantasies. The other part of Charles is simply whimpering and whining for more!
Somehow Charles manages to get back to work, though he is way less concentrated and grading papers drags on endlessly. Slowly it’s getting dark outside and he is glad as his phone provides a distraction with the beeping of an incoming message from Emma. He dismisses the odd flutter of excitement that dies down quickly as he sees it’s indeed only an innocent text message.
'You still at the office?'
'Yes.' Before he can contemplate typing something to follow up his monosyllabic reply, Emma answers.
'Fancy dinner? Pick you up from the office in 30 min.'
'Okay. Though I'll warn you, rather tired and maybe not the best of company.'
'Don't worry, I just have the thing to cheer you up.'
Charles holds his breath for a second as he reads the last post. Nervously he checks his email, refreshes his in-box again – and again. But no email from Emma with new pictures of gorgeous guy comes his way. Finally Charles decides to finish grading one last test until Emma arrives, turning on the desk-lamp to see better.
Some thirty minutes later there is a knock at his door, that promises some respite from the dreadful tests. “Come in.” Charles doesn’t even look up, but slips the test papers into a binder and bends down to put them into his bag. As he straightens and looks up he nearly shrieks. But shock and disbelieve are quickly dampened by a hot spike of lust lancing through Charles’ body.
There right in front of him stands the essence of many a jerk-off fantasy. And he looks way better in real life than on screen.
“Sorry to have startled you.” The man’s voice reminds Charles of golden honey and he grips his desk lest he get up and try and lick the man’s mouth, to see if he’d taste like it as well.
A slight smile tugs at the man’s lips as he holds out a hand. “I’m Erik Lehnsherr.”
Automatically Charles takes the hand to shake it. “Charles Xavier.” His mouth is suddenly dry and he nervously licks his lips.
“Emma called for me to come over to you. She said it’s some kind of emergency.”
“Ah – yes?” Charles isn’t sure if he is glad or not as Erik let’s go of his hand. His brain still tries to catch up with all that’s happening. So it’s no surprise as it takes Charles a moment to realise Erik has started unbuttoning his shirt, finally pulling it out of his trousers and sliding it off his lean muscled shoulders.
“So where do you want me?”
♥
Fifteen very embarrassing minutes later, Charles knows that Erik is neither a sex-worker nor porn-star. He simply works as a nude model. And apparently Emma has taken some art classes, where she met Erik and befriended him. That’s also where she had taken the pictures and videos she’d sent Charles. A small detail that explained why Erik was only shown sitting or lounging around naked – or walking – but never doing anything that might actually be considered porn. That had ever only been in Charles dirty mind.
“I’m terribly sorry.” Charles repeats for the umpteenth time. “Of course I will pay you, I mean not like, I mean, for the expense of coming here and…” He is sure he looks as red as his tie by now and vows, also not the first time, to have Emma pay for this.
Erik, who has gotten dressed again, no longer looks as angry as he had when Charles voiced his assumption about why he was here. “I guess -” He snorts and he sounds almost amused. “Emma played us both.”
“Both? Shouldn’t you be a bit more mad about the fact that Emma sent me your pictures and – well…” He refrains from mentioning the videos, or how he had used, or rather abused them, though the sideways glance Erik is giving him, tells Charles he already knows.
“She sent me a picture of you too.”
“What? Why?” Then worry creeps in and though Charles can’t imagine how Emma could have one that shows him naked he looks down, trying to figure out how to ask Erik about that.
“I was rather reluctant to do a session as Emma called and she sent me a picture of you titled ‘handsome artist waiting for you’ to tempt me. And I fell right for it. Though thinking of it now you rather do look like a lecturing professor in the picture, than any artist I’ve met.”
Charles looks up to catch the grin and spark of interest in Erik’s grey eyes. “Guess I was too eager at the prospect of meeting you to consider those details.”
“Oh - “ Charles licks his lips, any remaining embarrassment melting away, being replaced by something warm and exciting. “Well, I still feel I should make it up to you and apologise. Especially since you say you were tricked in coming here, I feel I should make it worthwhile for you. So can I invite you to dinner - right now?”
Erik’s grin widens. “Sounds good to me.”

♥
Over dinner Charles finds out Erik is not only lovely to look at and when after dinner Erik asks again, “So, where do you want me?”, Charles doesn’t hesitate to answer.
“In my bed.” And he pulls Erik down for a passionate kiss.

issabella:

fassbender-mcavoyobsessed:

From: Emma Frost <whitequeen@gmail.com>
To: Charles Xavier <profCFX@gmail.com>
Subject: For your viewing pleasure
        Thought you might enjoy this, Charles dear. I know it's been a while. ;)

From: Charles Xavier <profCFX@gmail.com>
To: Emma Frost <whitequeen@gmail.com>
Subject: GODDAMMIT EMMA
        Stop sending me these things when I'm TRYING TO WORK!

Sorry for hijacking that idea, but the plotcorgi kept barking! Thank you for the wonderful inspiration. ♥

Charles frowns as he reads Emma’s unfazed reply to that. ‘I thought you might need a break. You looked awfully tense and hassled today. But since you asked so sweetly, I will consider sending nice things your way after work only.’

He snorts and types a quick reply, though he really shouldn’t waste any more time on non-work related things. 'Don't bother, unless it's the real deal.'

There is no reply to that and Charles starts to hope she will take his complaints seriously and stop sending him porn. After fifteen minutes of undisturbed work he checks his email again, despite having no notification. Perhaps he just missed it. Emma usually doesn’t play nice.

But there is no new message and no new picture or video file. He really should be glad about that. If he wanted something to tease his imagination to get off, he could find porn himself. Only, he had tried to find the source of the pictures and video-snippets she had sent him, but google had proven rather uncooperative in helping him there.

And there lay the problem. The guy from the pictures and videos was exactly Charles’ type. Lean, muscled, broad shoulders and unreal slim waist. His hands, damn it, Charles had been fantasizing about the large hands with their long fingers just as much as he had about the guy’s large penis – and he hadn’t even seen it erect or involve in any action. Both things that hadn’t stopped him from fantasizing though he is grimly hiding his frustration from Emma. He is sure she still holds the really raunchy videos and pictures involving that guy back, and is waiting for Charles to break down and beg her to send him more.

The rational part of Charles knows he is getting way too obsessed over the naked stranger, craving for something he can’t have. That part is very glad should Emma heed his request and stop sending any more fuel for Charles’ fantasies. The other part of Charles is simply whimpering and whining for more!

Somehow Charles manages to get back to work, though he is way less concentrated and grading papers drags on endlessly. Slowly it’s getting dark outside and he is glad as his phone provides a distraction with the beeping of an incoming message from Emma. He dismisses the odd flutter of excitement that dies down quickly as he sees it’s indeed only an innocent text message.

'You still at the office?'

'Yes.' Before he can contemplate typing something to follow up his monosyllabic reply, Emma answers.

'Fancy dinner? Pick you up from the office in 30 min.'

'Okay. Though I'll warn you, rather tired and maybe not the best of company.'

'Don't worry, I just have the thing to cheer you up.'

Charles holds his breath for a second as he reads the last post. Nervously he checks his email, refreshes his in-box again – and again. But no email from Emma with new pictures of gorgeous guy comes his way. Finally Charles decides to finish grading one last test until Emma arrives, turning on the desk-lamp to see better.

Some thirty minutes later there is a knock at his door, that promises some respite from the dreadful tests. “Come in.” Charles doesn’t even look up, but slips the test papers into a binder and bends down to put them into his bag. As he straightens and looks up he nearly shrieks. But shock and disbelieve are quickly dampened by a hot spike of lust lancing through Charles’ body.

There right in front of him stands the essence of many a jerk-off fantasy. And he looks way better in real life than on screen.

“Sorry to have startled you.” The man’s voice reminds Charles of golden honey and he grips his desk lest he get up and try and lick the man’s mouth, to see if he’d taste like it as well.

A slight smile tugs at the man’s lips as he holds out a hand. “I’m Erik Lehnsherr.”

Automatically Charles takes the hand to shake it. “Charles Xavier.” His mouth is suddenly dry and he nervously licks his lips.

“Emma called for me to come over to you. She said it’s some kind of emergency.”

“Ah – yes?” Charles isn’t sure if he is glad or not as Erik let’s go of his hand. His brain still tries to catch up with all that’s happening. So it’s no surprise as it takes Charles a moment to realise Erik has started unbuttoning his shirt, finally pulling it out of his trousers and sliding it off his lean muscled shoulders.

“So where do you want me?”

Fifteen very embarrassing minutes later, Charles knows that Erik is neither a sex-worker nor porn-star. He simply works as a nude model. And apparently Emma has taken some art classes, where she met Erik and befriended him. That’s also where she had taken the pictures and videos she’d sent Charles. A small detail that explained why Erik was only shown sitting or lounging around naked – or walking – but never doing anything that might actually be considered porn. That had ever only been in Charles dirty mind.

“I’m terribly sorry.” Charles repeats for the umpteenth time. “Of course I will pay you, I mean not like, I mean, for the expense of coming here and…” He is sure he looks as red as his tie by now and vows, also not the first time, to have Emma pay for this.

Erik, who has gotten dressed again, no longer looks as angry as he had when Charles voiced his assumption about why he was here. “I guess -” He snorts and he sounds almost amused. “Emma played us both.”

“Both? Shouldn’t you be a bit more mad about the fact that Emma sent me your pictures and – well…” He refrains from mentioning the videos, or how he had used, or rather abused them, though the sideways glance Erik is giving him, tells Charles he already knows.

“She sent me a picture of you too.”

“What? Why?” Then worry creeps in and though Charles can’t imagine how Emma could have one that shows him naked he looks down, trying to figure out how to ask Erik about that.

“I was rather reluctant to do a session as Emma called and she sent me a picture of you titled ‘handsome artist waiting for you’ to tempt me. And I fell right for it. Though thinking of it now you rather do look like a lecturing professor in the picture, than any artist I’ve met.”

Charles looks up to catch the grin and spark of interest in Erik’s grey eyes. “Guess I was too eager at the prospect of meeting you to consider those details.”

“Oh - “ Charles licks his lips, any remaining embarrassment melting away, being replaced by something warm and exciting. “Well, I still feel I should make it up to you and apologise. Especially since you say you were tricked in coming here, I feel I should make it worthwhile for you. So can I invite you to dinner - right now?”

Erik’s grin widens. “Sounds good to me.”

Over dinner Charles finds out Erik is not only lovely to look at and when after dinner Erik asks again, “So, where do you want me?”, Charles doesn’t hesitate to answer.

“In my bed.” And he pulls Erik down for a passionate kiss.

cemmerz:

lemme just tell you a thing:

I wish XMFC had spent longer on the ‘training montage’.

I wish I had a chance to see Erik, who has been hurt and has hurt constantly; Alex, who feared being around people because of what he could do, who lost his brother, watched a friend die because of him and one be taken away and he couldn’t stop it; Raven, who has grown up alone, raised under Charles’ care, but never really able to open up to people, who hides constantly - not just physically, but probably emotionally and mentally too:

I wish I had a chance to see these people grow to be comfortable; leaning out this window, so close to each other. Laughing.

They have found a place where no one scrutinizes them, hates them, locks them away, experiments on them; where they can be with people who understand them.

And these three, I would have liked to see more. I mean, look at how Alex looks to Erik, almost to check if he find the situation funny too; like a mentor. Someone Alex can look up to.

I would have loved to see Erik training Alex; at one point Charles epically cocks up (the outtakes), and its unbelievable that Alex would continue to train. I headcannon that Erik helps him out, helps him be sure about himself, because if anything, Alex is a sort of mirror for Erik and what character exploration that would have been. Erik - because this is a film about young Magneto and Prof X - who on the precipice of his life, the first of many forks in his path, showing how much good he could do here, teaching, guiding, despite his past… but choosing the other path.

more fucking over-

damn it, I would have loved to have seen the kids handling Darwin’s death. Having a ceremony. A moment before they go to Cuba. A toast. A prayer - something.

Sean, gods, we never got enough of this super-cool-laid-back-ginger-ball-of-awesome? I would have loved to see him break apart a fight between Alex and Raven - probably for Hank.

Or Sean being like this amazing listener for Hank’s ideas - because he, as Charles often points out, cannot stop talking - and just sitting there going through comics or watching TV while Hank jabbers away and having a eureka moment and thanking Sean, who just nods with a non-committal wave.

Hank and Charles doing science.

Charles discovering Erik likes The Once and Future King and them geeking out about it. Debating about it. Discussing it. I mean sure, Cherik is all about (Sexy) Chess, but these are two genius-leveled intellectuals, they have other hobbies they share.

Raven and Moira discussing girl things (awkwardly, because they’re too bamf to be really girly, but who doesn’t need girl time now and then)

Alex and Raven sparring.

Moira teaching them some CIA moves.

Erik teaching them ‘better’ ones (because he isn’t going to be one-upped by Moira)

Erik and Sean scrolling through TV and catching an episode of The Fugitive, and getting really into it. It becomes their weekly thing. (I know the montage is over a week. It shouldn’t be. 3 months at least.)

Raven and Sean trying to cook (because, really, who is doing the cooking and cleaning while they’re there?)

Everyone gathering for dinner, for battle planning, for lunch, for crashing Erik and Sean’s The Fugitive and it becoming a family thing.

And I guess that’s my point: I really craved that deeper, familial bond between them all. Something besides Shaw that brought them together: because it was something other than Shaw:

It was not wanting to be alone.

And it was terribly glossed over.

Thank fuck for fanfiction.

(Source: somewherebetweenrageandserenity)

widgenstain said: H and Y please :)

professorofeljay:

H: Would you ever wear a “sexy” Halloween costume?

I might wear an outfit that others would consider sexy, but I would not buy or wear one of the manufactured “sexy” costumes that are almost all you can find for sale for women this time of year.

(PSA: Anyone who needs inspiration for creating an awesome Halloween costume based on kickass women, and is just in general appalled by the whole “sexy” costume trend, check out Take Back Halloween.)

Y: Top 3 favorite scary stories/books.

I’m not actually a fan of true horror, I enjoy things that are more spooky/macabre/gothic.  

1. Oh My Goth! by Voltaire — a graphic novel collecting silly goth comics by gothic artist and musician Voltaire
2. The Nightmare Before Christmas
3. The first two Halloweentown movies

You like Voltaire? Guess who does too!

(me, black oval person is me :D)

gerec said: B, I, S

B:Favorite costume from past Halloweens?

I went as a Stepford wife that started to lose her human skin. Was kinda cool, plus I got to look pretty :D

I:Most ridiculous “sexy” costume you’ve seen?

Nothing out of the order really. I mean I went to a “Sexy Historical People” party when I was in Scotland but none of us really took the sexy too far. (I went as sexy Jane Austen in a vintage nightdress from the 70s that was longer than 99% of the dresses the girls wore to the clubs) Probably my flatmate’s black latex pants as sexy Michael Collins but then he wore them elsewhere too.

S:You’re in a zombie apocalypse. What’s your weapon of choice?

The “get-eaten-by-the-zombies” defense because I’d go insane in an environment like that. Or the baseball bat with the nails in it.

excellent questions gerec

traumschwinge said: E R and V

E:Top 3 non-scary Halloween movies.

Mmmmm, Casper, Edward Scissorhands and the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I was going to say Nightmare Before Christmas but that’s technically a Christmas movie, right? (so is ES thinking on it…)

R:You’re in a horror movie. Are you the final girl, the first to die, the comic relief, the skeptic, the smart one, or the killer?

THE FIRST TO DIE!! (Seriously, I would be so useless in those movies)

V:Trick or treating: how old is too old?

I’m gonna be a buzzkill here and say that trick or treating gets weird if you’re older than 12/13. (Not that i ever went, it’s not done around here.)

kisses traumschwinge!

halloween asks, yes please

  • A: What are you being for Halloween this year?
  • B: Favorite costume from past Halloweens?
  • C: Do you still go trick or treating?
  • D: Top 3 favorite scary movies.
  • E: Top 3 non-scary Halloween movies.
  • F: Do you watch Halloween specials on TV?
  • G: What was your first Halloween costume?
  • H: Would you ever wear a "sexy" Halloween costume?
  • I: Most ridiculous "sexy" costume you've seen?
  • J: Would you rather go to a Halloween party or go trick or treating?
  • K: Favorite candy to find in your trick or treat bag?
  • L: Candy or other goodies that make you want to cut a bitch when someone gives them to you?
  • M: Any Halloween traditions?
  • N: Have you ever been tricked on Halloween?
  • O: Costumes: make or buy?
  • P: Have you ever pulled a Halloween prank?
  • Q: Do you believe in ghosts?
  • R: You're in a horror movie. Are you the final girl, the first to die, the comic relief, the skeptic, the smart one, or the killer?
  • S: You're in a zombie apocalypse. What's your weapon of choice?
  • T: Costumes: scary, sexy, or funny?
  • U: You're a ghost. How do you spend Halloween?
  • V: Trick or treating: how old is too old?
  • W: Do you pass out candy on Halloween?
  • X: Do you go trick or treating even when it's raining?
  • Y: Top 3 favorite scary stories/books.
  • Z: Trick or treat?

Tags: asks

thebadmoonsrising:

One thing I love about In The Flesh, or most british/european TV shows in general as opposed to american shows, is that it’s not all perfectly high gloss. They live in normal houses and wear normal clothes. Not every single person on screen is super beautiful and sexy and dressed to the nines all day even though they’re just chilling on the couch.

Kieren’s parents look like parents. They aren’t some supermodel version of your mum and dad. Sue wears horrible mum clothes and no makeup. Steven has his grannish jeans.

Basically everyone in Roarton wears the most hideous clothes ever but that’s how people from a small village look like.

Simon is the sexy mysterious love interest but he doesn’t look like an Abercrombie model.

It’s more real, more tangible. It’s closer to what you actually see in your everyday life. They don’t sell you some idealised version of your life just one slightly more adventurous.

(via xoxoxavier)

helens78:


17.10.2014 BFI London Film Festival (x)

I do not know why he is doing this but YAY.

#what are you trying to accomplish here (via lehnsherrr) 
Ruining me. That&#8217;s what he&#8217;s trying to do.

helens78:

17.10.2014 BFI London Film Festival (x)

I do not know why he is doing this but YAY.

(via lehnsherrr)

Ruining me. That’s what he’s trying to do.

(Source: tedystaleva, via lehnsherrr)

crocodilepatronus:

do u ever get emotional wondering how many times your celeb crush has gotten their ass eaten? :/ 

(Source: ghostcrocs, via starrose17)