#and that smile melts my heart (and rewrite erik's!) :)

[britishchick09]

a rewrite christine i drew last night! ;)

[cashandprizes]

This Wretched Heart

Hello friends. Remember how I said I wrote prissy smut checks notes over a year ago for @autisticempathydaemon's birthday? They literally reminded me today that you know, that WIP still exists in my barren drive folder.

Honestly, I wanted to rewrite this when I came up with the headcanon that Christian lost one of his legs during Inversion, but I had already written this and the spark was gone (and I was about to spend two months being cyberstalked and getting a peace order) soooo... it kind of rotted. And then Erik went and gave more Alexis information (like that blasted last name), and really I just forgot about it.

But - we will unearth it tonight. Enjoy four thousand words of some antiquated Alexis/Christian fucking nasty after some kind of charity auction or something.

Credit to @/cafekitsune for the banner

CW: NOT SAFE FOR TUMBLR/MINORS; all of this is built on Lexi's Prissy fics which you can and should be reading on their blog, yes they're mates; light jealousy (in a tasteful, sexy way); body worship; Christian has a tongue piercing thank you @mr-laveau for that one; cunnilingus; Lexi and I take prissy eye contact seriously; overstimulation; squirting; implied d/s dynamics but they're both switches; breeding kink; implied knotting

"Sometimes I can't believe I'm the only one who gets to see you like this," Christian whispers, bending over and brushing his mouth across his girl's knuckles. Alexis shivers under his attention and it goes straight to his head. The infamous Solaire princess, the ice queen, melting from his affections is a heady thing, and Christian plans to be drunk on it by the end of the night.

"You're so beautiful like this." Her pale skin is flushed rosy, her breath is quick little inhale-exhales, her fangs are digging into a full lower lip, and Christian is so terribly starved for her it almost hurts. He drops to his knees from where he'd pressed her against the door and kissed her senseless, and leans in to press a delicate kiss to the silk covering her knee.

Alexis is still dressed to kill, looking effortlessly elegant in six-inch heels and a floor-length sheath dress in the shade of midnight. Formal events have never been her favorite but she would never tarnish the illustrious reputation of the Solaire Clan by looking anything other than her best. Sixty-plus years of polite society have sharpened her manners for boring charity auctions like the one she'd attended tonight with Christian trailing behind her, far out of his element.

He still feels out of his element but in a different sort of way, staring up at the ethereal picture his girlfriend, his mate, makes in their shared space. Her dark, inky hair falls down her back, released from an extravagant style under the wrath of his hands pulling her even closer. Christian longs to wrap his fingers through her hair again, weaving long stands between his finger to pull her in for another heated kiss, but settles himself knowing that he has the rest of the night. 

The night is theirs, now, no longer occupied with useless niceties and whispers, always whispers. Christian is never sure if some vampires are extraordinarily petty or just stupid for turning to each other and prattling on in front of two beings with superhuman senses. Alexis never reacts, the poise of a born socialite schooling her delicate features - but the comments make Christian heat until his skin flushes with anger. First, it had been the jabs and quips about her cold and cruel nature, but now it seems everyone has something to say about her smile and beauty. Christian has always known she was beautiful from the moment he saw her staring blankly at a wall. But now everyone is noticing, commenting on the height of her cheekbones or her unmarred decolletage.

But now, they’re alone and his jealousy turns from churning rage to molten lust. Her eyes meet his and he allows a moment to just drink her in. Alexis Solaire is a damned vision in a floor-length midnight black gown, her pale skin on display from the plunging v-neck and a high slit up to her left hip. Her hands dangle by her sides, long fingers decorated in gold rings that she mindlessly twists ending in glossy nails the color of blood. Christian drags in a heavy breath and swallows as his large, calloused palms part the split in fabric to glide up her bare calf. He cups the back of her knee and gently tugs until he can brush his lips across her shin. Her next exhale is audible, her crimson lips parted as her eyes follow the sensual path his fingers make down her ankle to grasp the back of her foot and tug off the black stiletto. He tosses it over his shoulder with a smirk and bends down to press a kiss to the smooth, unblemished skin of her ankle. 

"Don't just go throwing those around, I like them," she chastises, her admonishing words disrupted by the fondness in her tone. Christian only smirks, meeting her eyes as he presses another kiss to her knee. He drags his thumbs across the bottoms of her foot, digging into the arch as she lets out a surprised moan. Her pleasure is palpable; he knew she wasn't comfortable wearing those death traps; her eyes slide shut and she relaxes against the door with each second of his impromptu massage.

Content with his work, he sets her foot on the ground and pushes her dress aside to reach for the other, sliding off her shoe and massaging away the soreness. His girl, his mate, slides a manicured hand into his hair and drags glossy nails across his scalp and behind his ears in gratitude. He sets down her other foot and can't help the love drunk smile on his face as he remembers just how lucky he is to be the one worshiping ice princess Alexis Solaire tonight.

"Nobody could keep their eyes off you tonight," Christian whispers, jealous and possessive as he trails kisses starting at her knee up her exposed thigh. "And all I could think is that they didn't have a clue. As if you haven't been beautiful this entire time, and only now they bother to notice." His voice grows deeper and Alexis meets the hungry look in his eyes with her own. He drags his nose across her heated skin and nips the inside of her thigh just because he can. "It's alright," he says conversationally, spreading his knees and bracing one hand against the wall behind her body while the other gently gathers the skirt of her dress in his fist.

"I got to you first, petal. They can look, but I'm the only one touching you tonight." And with that, he presses a wet kiss to the center of her delicate lace panties and grins while Alexis trembles.

Every kiss against her skin is like sweet damnation, molten lava burning her into oblivion. Christian is patient in a way he so rarely gets, determined to spend all the time in the world worshiping every inch of her body until he's quite satisfied. Despite being completely naked and spread out on their bed, Christian covers her body in breathy, open-mouthed pressed of his lips and tongue everywhere except where she needs him most. It's almost torturous, the way he says "not yet, petal" and "let me show you how much I need you" while she continues to soak the sheets beneath them.

"Cher, please," she whines, arching as he mouths and nips at her rib cage. 

"Please what, petal?" Christian is most definitely smirking into her skin, but she's too desperate to be upset with him.

"Quit teasing me," Alexis huffs, fisting a hand in his hair and tugging until her eyes meet his. "I've been wound up since you cornered me in the car, and I haven't forgotten your little stunt with the foot massage. Get your ass up here and do something about it."

Christian laughs, low and gruff into her skin and she can't stop herself from smiling back at him like the lovesick fool she is. "I'm pretty sure I'm doing something about it. Maybe you need to be more specific about what you want?" His voice and his eyes are dark, full of lust and want and desire as his hands glide up her thighs and part her legs. "Do you want me… here?" His thumbs ghost across the apex of her thighs and she moans. "Do you want my fingers, petal? Or do you want my mouth?"

"I think I've more than earned both, don't you think," Alexis sasses, guiding his head lower until his heavy breaths hover over her pubic bone.

"Mmmm, yes ma'am," Christian replies, pulling away just to slide off the bed and onto his knees. Before Alexis can complain, he grabs onto her hips and tugs her to the edge of the mattress, staring at where she's slick and leaking for him. He fits himself between her thighs and starts a slow grind of his cock slowly against the bedframe.

Alexis Solaire is glad for the suppression of her Sonal core when she cries out as Christian leans in and licks across her folds; because no one else should hear her shameful, wanton noises and she’d like to keep her boyfriend in top condition. He moans in response, wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulling her closer until his face is entirely buried in her pussy. "Fuck, you always taste so fucking good," Christian groans, dipping his tongue inside and guzzling her like a man starved. She can only bury her hands in his hair and hold on tight as he tucks into her with a feral, voracious appetite that sends her reeling.

The brush of his piercing rubbing against the hood of her clit has her whining and when he sucks her into his mouth and hums she whimpers. Time has given them plenty of opportunities to learn each other's bodies and Christian has always been a dedicated student in the subject of one Alexis Solaire. He knows just when to add a finger and how to crook them to make her arch up into his waiting mouth. He knows that she scratches down his back when he spreads her on his fingers and works his tongue inside her. Christian knows that when she starts getting loud and then gets quiet, to suck her clit and pump his fingers hard to make her come so hard her eyes roll back. And he knows that the only time she enjoys overstimulation is when his head is between her legs throwing her over the edge.

"God, don't stop," Alexis pleads, rocking her hips in shallow motions to ride his face. Christian heaves a deep breath through his mouth and wraps his tongue around her clit, using the small metal piercing to rub the underside just the way she likes until she's squirming. He slides two fingers through her folds, gentle enough to tease, and pushes them in fast with a wet squish that makes him growl. She's so wet, dripping on his fingers and her face, and the knowledge that it's just for him makes him burn. It makes his cock throb hard where it’s leaking against the box spring unattended. He works his fingers with practice, hard thrusts with his fingers curled until she- "Christian, Christian, I'm so close."

"Come on my face, petal," he growls, looking up from his divine feast on her flesh and watching her eyes struggle to stay open. "Show me how good your mate makes you feel." Alexis gasps for air, nails biting into his scalp before she goes silent but her body sings. Her eyes roll back and she clenches in hard, arrhythmic movements around his fingers. It isn't the first time he's made her come like this and it won't be the last, but Christian drinks up her pleasure like a starving concubi, feeling his cock pulse and leak without stimulation. Her pale skin is flushed red and her breath catches in her chest and she looks so divine he is almost blinded. Watching his stoic silver princess fall apart in the safety he provides fills his wretched heart with an emotion stronger than words like love, affection, or adoration could ever evoke.

“You’re the most brilliant star I’ve ever seen, much less been able to touch,” Christian praises, peppering chaste kisses across her hip bone. Alexis makes a noise somewhere between incredulous and amused but softened by the wake of her orgasm. “Every time I look at you, I can’t believe I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.” He scrapes his teeth across her skin, light nips that make the woman beneath him sigh. “That you would trust me with your body,” a kiss to her inner thigh, “with your pleasure,” another kiss at the apex of her thighs, “with your heart.” She whines and throws an arm over her eyes, squirming from the fingers still inside her and the devotion of the man before her.

“Don’t hide from me petal,” Christian demands, sucking a messy, biting kiss into the tender skin of her inner thigh. “Give me all of you. I want everything.” Alexis lifts her arms and peeks at him with wide eyes, blown-out pupils with only a thin ring of silver visible. “That’s it, petal. Watch me devour you just like this.” And he does, rewarding her hazy eye contact with a purposeful, wet slurp around her fingers.

“Christian,” she moans with fluttering eyelids, blood-red nails dragging down his neck and leaving thin red scratches in their wake. He’s growling before he can stop himself, starting deep in his chest and spilling past his lips in a way that only makes her moan again. Listening to her lose herself in the feelings of his mouth goes straight to his head, inflating his ego even further. He can’t help crushing his cock between his stomach and the box spring, humping his hips hard just for some relief. The sensation of Alexis’s ecstasy fills his head with white noise, blocking out conscious thought until he’s all instinct.

He can feel her thighs closing in around his head, squeezing his skull tight and stealing the air from his lungs. Christian gasps hard and loud through his mouth and grabs a fistful of her ass in either hand before diving back down until his tongue is buried inside her. He uses his grip to help her rock against his mouth, spearing herself on his tongue again and again.

“God, Cher-” a whimper with a full-body shudder steals the words and breath from Alexis’s lips, but Christian has spent long enough studying her to know exactly what she wasn’t able to say with his tongue roughly lapping up every drop of nectar with a need that borders on feral. Don’t stop is what she means, I need you is what she would have moaned. He looks up from his feast to meet her eyes with a deliberate and slow slide of his tongue through her folds up to the hood of her clit.

“I love you,” Christian says the words she couldn’t in a gentle breath, feeling her reciprocation in the way her hand smooths up his neck and nails scratch behind his ears. “I love you more than anything, Alexis Solaire.” He releases one hand from her ass and brings it to drag through her folds and gather the wetness there while his mouth is otherwise occupied. Her long eyelashes flutter against the roundness of her cheek as he slides two fingers into her heat. “Look at me, petal,” he demands, hooking his fingers and massaging hard against the front wall of her pussy. 

The feeling of her squeezing his fingers sends his brain into overdrive and his cock shudders, likely almost purple from the lack of release. Christian is consumed with images of pinning her to the bed with her ankles by her ears. He knows how well she takes him, how she blooms like the most precious flower around him. It would be so easy to slide his cock through her folds and fuck into her tight heat, to make them both come until they’re a panting, tangled, weak-limbed heap. But they have all day together and he plans to thoroughly eat his mate until she gushes.

His determination to make her come again rekindled with the knowledge that he’s going to have her every which way until they pass out, he ignores his neglected cock a little longer. “Watch me take you apart.” He fights not to close his eyes and lose himself in the sweet taste and smell of his mate’s delicious pussy, but Christian manages it with the knowledge that nothing makes the ice princess under him writhe like prolonged eye contact.

And writhe she does, bucking her hips hard enough to almost dislodge his fingers. Her pleasure is unrestrained and delectable on his tongue. Every mouthful of her on his tongue lights his nerves on fire and leaves his core singing for her and only her. Alexis swells and drips right into his mouth and Christian is unashamed to say he’s an addict. He is a mere supplicant at the altar of her divine and resplendent presence, happy to worship and consume her until his last breath. The way he suckles at her clit is a sacred ritual, the flicks of his tongue against the underside a salvational act for his soul. 

His fingers drill the tender spot inside her until she’s clawing at the sheets and burying her face into a pillow. “God, cher, it’s-,” she interrupts herself with a muffled yelp, one knee hooking around the back of his neck and holding him tight against her mound. “Christian. Christian, I’m gonna-” her nails cut into his shoulder hard enough to draw blood and each point of contact is electric. “If you don’t- god if you don’t stop I’ll-” she clenches hard around his fingers, growing spasms to signal the impending glory of her orgasm.

“That’s right, princess,” Christian snarls, rubbing cruel, tight little circles around her clit with his thumb. “Show me everything.” His teeth find a tender spot where her thigh joins her hip and leaves a deep imprint sure to bruise. There’s a distinct tearing sound where her fangs have ripped into the pillow covering her mouth, her carefully crafted control thrown out the window.

“Let me hear, petal. Let go.” Christian feels her start to come before she does, her startled shout bouncing off the walls. She fists his hair and arches up like she’s been electrocuted and she’s never been more beautiful. Christian speeds up rather than slowing down, mercilessly suckling and bearing his fingers into her knowing that she’s not done yet, that if he can get her right up to the edge and she can-

“Fuck, fuck!” Christian sticks his tongue out a second too late, but he doesn’t mind when the first gush of her hits his mouth and chin. His face wears it just fine, and he can always drink down every single drop next time. The growl in the back of his throat is primal, pure instinct and satisfaction. Despite his own desperate need to come, he pulls his hips back and focuses on his girl. He’s perfectly content letting his mate make a mess of him, squirting hard and fast across his face, knowing he’ll be insider her later. “Jesus Christ,” Alexis whimpers, gently riding his fingers until she’s a limp, twitching wreck.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful when you squirt all over my face like that, petal,” Christian growls, licking the remnants of her off his face and fingers. “You get me so fucking hard.” He spits into the hand covered in her slick and reaches down to firmly grasp his cock, too wound up to do anything more than just hold himself there.

“Show me, cher,” Alexis trills, voice siren-like in the way she compels him to climb onto the bed, his knees on either side of her thighs. Her eyes are dark and half-lidded and the smile on her face is coy and sultry. He jerks himself slowly, squeezing the head in the tight circle of his fist. “You made me feel so good,” she whispers, trailing sanguine-colored nails up his thigh to tease over his sac.

“I love eating you, petal,” Christian says, his voice so deep it would be foreign if he wasn’t used to Alexis dragging it out of him. “You know I love the taste of you on my tongue.” Alexis nods, rolling his balls in her delicate hands. She pushes up on one arm to place a kiss right over his pounding heart.

“I know.” She trails hot and wet kisses up his chest and over his neck, dragging her fangs over his throat in the way that makes him rumble and fuck his fist harder. “Now I want you inside me, cher, nice and deep.”

“Fuck, you drive me crazy when you say shit like that,” Christian snarls, using his free hand to catch the back of her head and drag her into a filthy kiss. Alexis gives as good as she gets, kissing hard and nipping at his lips while batting his hand off his cock and stroking him herself. “I love it when you tell me exactly like you want.” 

“I want you to fuck me, Christian.” Shivers wrack his body, muscle memory of being inside her reminding him of just how good it would be. But in the same breath he knows he probably wouldn’t get more than a few thrusts in before he came shamefully fast inside her. “So hurry up and fuck me, already.”

Her honest, sultry words against his lips make him break out in goosebumps and groan. “Petal, I’m not going to last. Watching you like that is so…” he trails off and brings their mouths together in a humid kiss that’s mostly teeth knocking together. Alexis pulls back, sensually twisting onto her knees and pulling her hair off of her neck.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’ve trained your refractory period, isn’t it cher?” Christian can’t help the high whine that escapes his throat. “Come,” she demands, patting the bed in front of her and looking entirely too amused when he scrambles into position. She straddles his lap, teasingly brushing the still dripping warmth of her pussy against the head of his cock. 

“Please, petal, please let me-” he cuts himself off with a groan, looking up at her with imploring eyes. He’s so hard and so close his temples are throbbing and his hands ache from being clenched into fists. 

The second she starts to sink onto him, her soaked folds parting until he slips into her warmth, Christian’s hips snap up until he’s buried inside her and hissing out curses between gritted teeth. His hands dig into the flesh around his waist, using the grasp to tug her down as he thrusts deep into her wet heat. “You feel- so fucking good,” Christian grunts, pumping his hips hard and fast and so deep that Alexis can only hold onto his shoulders. “Gonna- gonna come, fuck, just from this, petal.”

Alexis helps herself to the open expanse of his neck, sucking marks into the skin with a breathless smile as Christian reaches his peak and throws himself over it inside her. “Come for me, cher,” she whispers with teeth grazing the skin just under his ear. Christian whines and buries his face in her chest, panting against the skin above her heart as his hips drill one, two, three more times before his cock pulses hard and he comes. “Good boy, that’s my good boy.” He whimpers, hips jerking in little rocking motions to milk his orgasm as long as he can.

Her fingers comb through his mussed hair, pushing his bangs off his forehead. His hips never quite stop, still pumping lazily to keep himself hard as her pussy gently flutters around him. “Gimme- fuck, just give me a second and I can go again. I’ll fuck you right, princess.” Alexis smiles and presses a kiss to the crown of his head.

“I know, cher,” she says with minute rocks of her hips that make him hiss. “We’re not done until you knot me properly, puppy.” Christian snarls at that, using his grip on her hips to flip her onto her back and drag his cock out of the hot cavern of her pussy. Alexis laughs, even as Christian is hitching her leg up until her ankle dangles over his shoulder. 

“I’ll fucking knot you alright,” Christian warns, hovering his face directly over hers with a smile that is all teeth. “I’ll breed you so goddamn full, petal.” And when Alexis bares her teeth, fangs and all, in reciprocation, he slams into her to make good on it.

[quicksilverslover]

Say Freeze! - Peter Maximoff x Reader

I can’t believe I had to rewrite this. Goddamit. Anyway, I tried. I swear I tried. @galacyan​, I did. But... No ;-; Err, enjoy the fluffiness, or not :’^)

Words: 1086

Y/N couldn’t understand why everybody thought she was a cold hearted bitch. Well, it could be because of her mutation; she could freeze pretty much anything, both connotatively and literally, including time. It could also be because, not so long ago, she was the “villain” and attempted to kill the X-Men simply because they tried to convince her that the world wasn’t the hellhole she was used to. But she had been just scared. It didn’t take long for her to accept their (more like Quicksilver’s) offer to live in the mansion and start a new life. It was way easier than to spend years running away from the authorities, but Y/N knew she wasn’t 100% welcome in the mansion either. Except for one specific speedster, whom, even though knew the atrocities she did in the past, accepted her fully.

Charles Xavier had the opinion that Y/N was equal to Erik in many aspects. She didn’t have a noble past, and that, added to such a powerful mutation, contributed to her difficulty to social acceptance. He had been wary about her himself, at first, under the premise that she was a killer, but after a few missions and reports from the X-Men about the girl’s deeds and Jean’s mind-reading, his wisdom allowed him to conclude she Y/N needed help. Therefore, he provided it to her. Yet, he would never guessed Peter Maximoff was the one who would melt her heart. In many ways.

Jean could see Peter was head over heels for the rimy woman, since the very beginning. Actually, his entire circle of friends could tell that, and teased him about it. He denied it to the ends of the Earth, but could never hide the smile at simply thought of her. The redheaded telekinetic was the most observant one. There was no need to read Peter’s mind to know he was probably having a not innocent thought about Y/N, or just recalling memories he had with her about the months she’d been there. And it was all reciprocal.

Peter, indeed, doted on Y/N. She made him feel special, and made sure to thank him every day for what he had done for her. They had developed a special friendship and the most surprising to Peter about the ice controller was to find out she wasn’t bad tempered, egocentric or even a sadist, like he originally had thought. Y/N was actually a sweet and warm person to be around, even though not physically. He found himself seeking to be around her, and wanting to do everything with her. Hanging out, pranking, watching movies…

Y/N found in Peter someone who saved her from the world and from herself, by caring about her. She didn’t have to pretend anything. She could be herself, and only the cute speedster knew this side. People assumed that, because of her mutation, she was cruel and cold no matter what. She didn’t blame them, of course, but they could at least get to know her, like Peter did.

Whatever. He was everything she needed.

“I’m gonna ask her out.” The gust of wind hadn’t even weakened the blow on Jean’s hair when she heard Peter say that. She slowly looked up from her book with a sweet smile. “About time.” She raised an eyebrow as he tapped his foot on the ground, it made her uncomfortable due to his speed. “What?” Jean asked, even though she already knew the answer.

“I’m nervous, alright? What if she sees me just as a friend? Or worse, what if she sees me just as the guy who helped through her shit?!” The silver haired man swallowed hard and ran a hand over his hair. His brain began to make up many scenarios of Y/N rejecting him, from gentle to rough. Jean’s head began to ache as she tried to keep up with his thoughts.

“That’s stupid, Peter. Besides, being the guy who ‘helped her through her shit’ means everything to her. You mean everything to her, trust me. She’s in the library.” She crossed her arms against her chest Peter decided not to bother his friend anymore, and left in a blur. He took his time to gain courage before meeting Y/N.

The low temperature didn’t bother him. It was the sign he needed to know she was there. And no mistake, there was Y/N, diverting her gaze from the ice statue she was working on and sending him a smile, which he returned. It became a grin once he noticed it was a small version of him.

“Y/N… Hey. Pretty cool. ‘Cause it’s me and such. Yeah~” He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. ‘Dammit, you loser, it’s not that difficult!’ he kept telling himself, but her mere voice was enough to put an end to his senses. “I’m… So glad you like it, Pete. It’s for you.” The look of glee for his acceptance and the blush on her cheeks made any coherence left on Peter’s head fly out the window. Suddenly, his lips pressed her cold ones. Just as fast, he pulled away and started mumbling thousands of words per second, not giving Y/N any chances to react.

“I’m sorry!! I didn’t mean to do that but you just looked so adorable now, I actually came here to ask you out but then you made this for me and I just realized I’m in love with you and I want to ask for a chance so please at least go out with me before saying no-“ She cut him off with a deep kiss, wrapping her arms around Peter’s neck. He reacted quickly as always, placing two bold hands on her waist and pulling her closer to his body. Their make out session became impetuous, and they only stopped to breathe. Even though it was cold inside the library, they felt hot.

“I love you.” She whispered against his lips, biting the lower one.

This kind of memory often showed up in Peter’s mind and made him smile to himself. He opened his eyes and found his significant other sitting next to him, playing with ice and creating small snowmen around them. They smiled and waved at Peter under her command. He kissed her jaw and she giggled, brushing her lips on his and meeting his gaze finally. Her icy blue eyes were full of love and adoration (not different from his).

How could not everyone see the humanity in her?

Whatever. She was everything he needed.

:’) Thanks for reading!

My other imagine: “Can I Borrow Your Shirt?”

There could or not be a part 2, idk~