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Charles Xavier/Professor X:

✰ Uses his telepathy to send you dirty thoughts while in public (like in a meeting)

✰ He's very passionate about his words

✰ He teases you to distract himself when a meeting gets boring

✰ Loves to watch you squirm in your chair, thighs pressing together as you feel your body heat up from imagining all the things he could do to you

✰ As for the whole 'dom and sub' thing, Charles can very easily break you and make you submissive, but he likes to see you try to be dominant

✰ Knew you had feelings for him way before you said anything (he also knew all your dirty fantasies about him)

✰ Enjoys getting you worked up and needy for him

✰ His head game is impeccable; he can have you squirming in pleasure within minutes

✰ Everything you do turns him on, even the small things

✰ He knows how to use his fingers, and boy, does he use them well

✰ His favorite position is either missionary, mating press, or cowgirl, anything he can see your expression in

✰ He's not very vocal during sex, but that's because he's using his telepathy

✰ Fucks you until you're breathless, but gives you the best kisses and cuddles afterwards

Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto:

✰ Bondage gets very creative when you're with him

✰ Expect to get 'tied up' literally anywhere with scraps of metal around him

✰ Loves to manhandle you, just picking you up and throwing you around

✰ Edges you as a form of foreplay

✰ You have your own set of fuzzy handcuffs hidden under his bed

✰ He is very good at keeping his composure, even if he's imagining what you would look like with no clothes on in that moment

✰ If he teases you, don't be afraid to tease him back

✰ Uses both his tongue and his fingers at the same time on you

✰ Secretly wants to be tied up (#switchthings)

✰ His favorite position his doggy because he loves to grab onto the handcuffs or your arms while he's pounding you

✰ He is extremely vocal during sex, even if you're too fucked out to respond, he's still degrading and praising you

✰ Slaps your ass at the most random of times

✰ Though he can get rough in bed sometimes, he is an absolute sweetheart

Star's notes -> What do you say when all you want to do is binge kdramas

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!)

The blood rushes to your head as you hang upside down from your bed. From that angle, Kurt looked like he was standing on the ceiling. "Why are you doing that?" he asks once he notices you. "Don't know," you shrug, not really having a rhyme or reason. "Okay, well.. don't? It's probably not good for you," he mumbles.

You sit up, swinging your body around so your feet hang off the bed. "Are you almost ready? We're going to be late," you tilt your head slowly to the left. Kurt was fixing his dark blue hair in the mirror, wanting to look his best. He did this every time he had to be in public, in front of cameras. Though, you never truly understood why he got so absorbed with his looks. To him though you were effortlessly perfect because you looked 'normal'. He had to be particular about his looks because if he didn't look put together he'd run the risk of being seen as a monster.

Even if society was starting to accept mutants, there were always going to be people who didn't. Of course Kurt knew he couldn't please everybody, but he could at least please his public image. "Just another minute, okay?" he responds. You sigh, flopping back onto the bed. "I don't want to get chewed out by the Professor again," you groan, remembering what happened the last time you showed up fashionably late.

"You look fine, Kurt. No one is even going to notice if one of your hairs is out of place," you rub your temple, becoming more antsy by the second. Kurt's tail stiffens, his hair pauses on fixing his hair. His heart hurts by your comment, but his head knows that you have no idea how he feels about this topic. "People will notice. They always notice, and then they talk about it."

Your eyebrow raises, taking into consideration how he feels. Just from those few words you knew he was looking at all the online comments again. Sometimes you regret ever getting him English lessons. "The people on the internet don't matter, Kurt. Don't let a few assholes ruin your self esteem," you say calmly, sitting up once more.

Kurt turns around to look at you, his shoulder slumping. He looks hurt more than anything, not grasping that some people were going to hate him for no reason, no matter how hard he tried to be perfect. "You don't get it. You don't have to deal with that stuff because you're already perfect," the words come out harsher than he means. He winces in his head, but he knows he can't take it back.

After pausing for a moment, processing his words, you take a deep breath. "I am far from perfect," you say, slowly morphing the features that you were born with before him. Horns sprout out of your forehead the color of bones, and a tail just slightly shorter than his comes out of your tailbone. Your fingers extend and become sharper on the ends. You do this all without breaking eye contact with him "We're both freaks on the inside. There's really no denying it."

His breath is taken away by your display, and he feels more in love with you than he ever has before. Kurt's heart pounds in his chest as he watches you rise from the bed and move towards him. Once you're within reach you reach out and run your fingers through his hair. "You're perfect to me, Kurt, so who cares what people think?"

You pull him into a kiss, his arms wrapped around you tightly. The two of you share the small intimate moment together, tangled in the taste of each other's lips. You feel the heat of his hand as he traces patterns on your back. Eventually the two of you pull away and Kurt leans his forehead against yours. "I love you so much right now," he says breathlessly, a small smile on his lips. "I love you too," you reply, never wanting to part ways from him.

He sighs softly, feeling much more at ease now. "So, are we ready to go then?" he questions. You give a soft hum, pressing your lips together for a moment "Hold on, there's one thing I need to do." You raise your hands, bringing it to his scalp and without hesitation you ruffle up his hair, making it look messy. "Much better," you smile. Kurt gasps, looking surprised that you did that. He watches as you pull away from him and start walking towards the door. Before he can follow you he takes one last look at himself in the mirror. He then smiles to himself, taking in his messed up hair "You were right, it does look better like this." A light scoff leaves your lips "Come on! We're gonna be late!" And yet, you can't help but feel happy.

Star's notes -> I'm so glad people still love my og Kurt fic because it is still the longest fic I've ever written

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!)

So when he asked you, while you were sitting on the edge of his bed, and your immediate response was to lock gazes with him with that same amused glint you’d had the day you told him about the piercing— he could barely focus. Your face was closer than before, your lips parted, your expression open, inviting.

He wanted to kiss you. He really, really wanted to. But his brain wouldn’t shut up about it, "I feel like I’m gonna mess this up", he muttered, eyes shifting between your mouth and the floor.

You tilted your head, amused, “How would you mess it up?”

He hesitated, then rubbed the back of his neck, flustered. “I don’t know! What if I do something wrong? What if it, like… it bumps in my teeth? Or... what if I swallow it, huh?!"

Your laugh was soft, but not mean, “You’re overthinking it".

"I am overthinking it!", he agreed, “But you have metal in your mouth, and I have never kissed anyone with a tongue piercing before, and it’s kind of hot but also terrifying”

Your smile widened at that. You leaned in, close enough that your breath brushed his face. "Want to find out what it feels like?”, you whispered.

Hyunjin blinked, heart pounding against his ribs. Still, he nodded.

The kiss was slow, at first. Careful, as if he was testing new waters. His tongue brushed your bottom lip once, then again, as if trying to ease his way into it. He was nervous, you could feel it in the way he lingered just barely close, the way his hand trembled slightly when he touched your face

.

But he was curious too. And eventually, that won. When your tongues met, and the cold metal met the heat of his mouth, Hyunjin froze.

It was startling, unexpected, even though he knew it was coming. A jolt of sensation made his breath catch and his hand tighten just lightly against your waist.

And then, just as quickly, it became fascinating.

He shifted, tilting his head, following the movement. Testing, exploring. He wanted to know how it slid, how it rolled, how you moved it without thinking.

The contrast was overwhelming in the gentlest way.

He broke the kiss with a soft gasp, pulling back just enough to look at you. His lips were pink, his pupils blown wide, his voice raspy and unsteady.

“Okay...", he whispered, “That was… yeah. That was…”

You arched a brow, “Too much?”

“No! That was... not enough", he said quickly, before blushing. “I mean... it’s a lot, but in a good way. I didn’t know a kiss could feel like that”

You smiled, leaning in again, “Did you like it?". "Yeah!", you thought he might even disappear from shyness, "I really liked it".

Lowering your voice, you finally said, "Want another?”

He didn’t even answer. Just closed the space between you with hungry, curious lips because now that he’d had a taste, there was no way he could stop at one.

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“You’re not real.” I walked into Chris’s studio only to be met with a pole infront of me. I had just finished dance class when Chris called and told me he was going to the studio to finish up a couple songs and that i should come over because he has a surprise for me. I dropped my bag on the floor next to the couch in shock he just looks at me with a blunt in his mouth, manspreading “Now I don’t wanna hear your shit excuse that you have to practice, you can practice here now” “So you bought a pole so I can basically dance for you?” He shrugs taking a hit of his blunt “wouldn’t be your first time” “shut up and finish your song” I roll my eyes throwing myself on the couch, he chuckles and turns back to his computer.

And hour pass by of me scrolling on my social when I come across a pole dancing video, I get up going to the bathroom to change into one of my sets wanting to film myself doing the dance, I walk back out Chris is still very focused on the screen in front of him, I go to grab my AirPods not wantintg to disturb him.I take my time to memorize the dance before setting my phone down on the floor adding a countdown, once I hear the music I move my body in the same motions as the girl in the video. I close my eyes immersing myself in the mood of the dance .

As I come down I see in the corner of my eye Chris looking at me, I finish up the video “what?” I say nervously looking at him “I see your putting it to good use” he smirks at me adjusting his pants, I look down to see his obvious boner “CHRIS” “What don’t act like you didn’t know that was gonna happen” he raise his eyebrows at me, I get up to go back to bathroom and change when he calls me back over “Can you do another one?” He asks looking up at me “What a dance?” He nods his head biting his lips as he looks me up and down not so subtilely “Your high, you dont know what your saying” he grabs my arm “Come one just one please?” He practically begs, I sigh dropping my phone on the couch going back to the pole and start doing one of my fav dances

He’s eyes are trained on me like he’s in a trance, I try to look as graceful and sensual as I could loving the attention im getting from him.

“Fuck” he murmurs under his breath as I drop down into a spilt, moving my leg so I’m on ny knees a few feet away from him, I look at him seductively already knowing where this is going “so did you like it” I ask teasingly he scoffs setting his blunt in the ashtray on the table next to him “get your ass over her now, stay on ur knees” he demands I giggle to myself doing as I was told staying on my knees in front of him. He looks down at me moving my hair from my face reaching over to his desk where laid one of my hair ties I forgot here, he grabs my hair and puts it up in a messy bun. “Come on you know what I want” he says my hands fly to his belt unbuckling it, pulling down his pants leaving him in his boxers he chuckles “take your time it ain’t running baby” I look up at him kissing him through his boxers “fuck” I run my hands up his thighs kissing and occasionally licking his cock through the fabric “Stop the teasing and shit” he says harshly, I reach for the waistband of his boxers pulling it down his dick hitting my face a little bit.

I grab him and lick his tip he shudders as his whole body tenses up, he reaches for my bun and without warning shoves me down his cock making me deepthroat him, I gag as he held my head there for a couple seconds before letting go “I told you stop the teasing that’s what you get” he smirks so proudly at me “Shut up your acting like I can’t deepthroat you with ease” i challenge him “Oh yeah? Think you can take my cock all the way back in your throat without gagging?” He reaches for my bun again forcing his cock down my throat again this time rougher than the last time, I start gagging uncontrollably tapping his thigh to let him know I can’t breathe “Thought you said you can take me with ease baby what happened to that?” I glare up at him flipping him off placing my mouth on his tip once more sucking on it “Drop the fucking attitude” he warns “what are you gonna do abt it bitch?” As the sentence leave my mouth my head swings to the side with a loud noise and the stinging starts, I clench my thighs together as he slaps my face again and again.

“You’re really a brat” he grabs my chin making me face him, his eyes dropped to my legs seeing me clenching my thigh he laughs “Yeah your getting wet because I slapped you? What a slut aren’t you?” I moan at his slightly degrading words “Why don’t you touch yourself while you suck my dick hm?” I nod one of my hands going into my panties rubbing tight little circles on my clit as my mouth reattached itself to him bobbing my head up and down sucking him ss best as I could “ah shit baby fuck, should make you my personal cock slut huh?” I moan around him the vibrations flowing through him ss I get the both us close.

The rhythm of my fingers start to falter, my bobbing gets sloppy and Chris takes notice of this “You close baby?” He ask throwing his head back his eyes rolling to the back of his head “mhm” I hum around him “Cum for me sweet girl, im right there behind you” and without second thoughts I release all over my hand and he pulls out my mouth stroking himself “Ah shittttt I’m gonna paint your face with my cum, you want that slut? Ofc you do” he says as his hot thick cum sprays on my face, I lift my hands to my face picking up some in my fingers and shoving it in my mouth while I hold eye contact with him “Fuck your gonna be the death of me” he grabs my face bringing me up and kisses me, it’s heated and rushed.

Once he pulls away he walks to the bathroom and come back out with a wet cloth and wipes all the cum of my face and hands it to me, I clean up the mess in my panties giving it back to him. I get up going into my bag getting a pair of sweats and new underwear to change. I get out the bathroom sitting back down on the chair “Fuck are you doing? Come sit over here” he pats his lap lighting his blunt once more I go over to him sitting on him watching back my video “You better not post that shit.” “I wasn’t, I was making it for you but your nosy ass looked before you should’ve” I say sarcastically “what can I say, you looked to damn sexy on that pole for me not to look” he blows the smoke in my face turning to his computer and we stay like this for the rest of the night.