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mun will be away for a few days. sorry for delaying the replies !! 

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♦ — ʙᴜʀɴᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ | xmcu verse. ♦

Emmett found himself again searching. For what, he could barely remembered it. But he kept his mind wandering, roaming the room like a distraught ghost, hovering on the surface of other people’s heads and sometimes going a little deeper; but never far enough to be noticed. The area was filled with wealthy socialites and their rich husbands whom only made the mutant bored with all their deals and negotiations. He was about to left when he felt the masked presence of a powerful telepath. A red-haired woman had just came in and filled the room with her mental reach. Though she did not looked like someone who was there for chatting, Emmett couldn’t help but feel intrigued and curious for the newest member. She was something different — and he could tell that right away. The Hellfire Club wasn’t a place for the pure at heart. “I am afraid this is not the society you should be visiting, dear. Perhaps the Xavier Institute would be a more suitable place to the likes of you?” He said while approaching the guest. “I would love to show you around, however. Your mind is an... Exciting thing.”

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magnetician:

Under no circumstances would he allow a telepath into his mind uninvited if he could help it, but he is too slow, too powerless to resist when this one slips his way in and begins to rummage around in his head like it’s a box of old keepsakes. It’s a pity that the helmet would have stood out so awkwardly here, though to be fair, he had not been anticipating running into anyone like Emmett. 

Erik would not be Erik if he didn’t try anyway, but it’s the truth; his powers are useless, and that grates on his nerves something fierce, to be shackled with a metal that refuses to respond to his will. This entire scenario is meant to be seductive and erotic, and he knows this, but it’s difficult for him to succumb voluntarily when he is not accustomed to feeling so vulnerable. 

Up close, it’s difficult to feel as though he is in danger. This is a part of him he endeavors to ignore, but Erik is being confronted with it now; being asked to indulge. Allowed to, no strings attached, and hopefully no consequences. He knows that despite what happens here, their bodies are quiet and likely motionless, still settled on that couch in the dim, private room. 

Erik hesitates, unsure as to whether to put his eyes. They roam the body in front of him while he considers his options and wrestles with his wants, then finally meets Emmett’s eye as his thumbs slip past the waistband and drag downward. 

“There you go. Good boy.” Emmett hummed when he felt the pressure of the elastic waistband be released, and with that, his body was fully exposed. “Now, you’re too clothed for your own good. Allow me to take care of this.” And in a blink of an eye, Erik was also naked. The young man laid his body on top of Erik’s and brought together the mutant’s cuffed hands to the top of his head. Their shared body heat made Emmett let out a soft moan. Although the whole situation was sctrictly professional, he couldn’t help but feel attracted to his guest. “We have the loveliest surprise for you, darling. But first, I need to get you warmed up.” Emmett said as he started licking from Erik’s chin to his earlobe. His right hand kept the man’s handcuffs above his head while his left caresssed his face. “I’m sure you’ll love this.”

Emmett trailed down the older mutant’s chest with kisses and bites, showing a particularly attention to his nipples. He wasn’t surprised to be enjoying just as much as his partner. It has been a long time since he was fucking someone who he actually wanted — the last one being Sebastian Shaw, the Black King himself. Such intimate acts were rare and not taken lightly by the telepath; however, this was purely physical and Emmett had that in mind. Focusing on Erik, he lowered his head down to the man’s crotch, loving the tickle caused by the light fur. He opened his pink sloppy mouth in the shape of an ‘O’ and placed just over the head of Erik’s cock. “Tell me how much you want me to go down on you.” He teased, fully knowing that there was no backing down now. “Say it, Erik dear.”

♦♦♦ ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ♦♦♦

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evanxstanley:

Evan looked surprised. “I’m…I’m not really anythin’ to look twice at.” Evan shrugged. “Mutant hero? You sure you aren’t using that term a little heavily?” He chuckled out loud, sure he looked like an insane person. “Emmet frost? I’ve heard of you for sure. Warned may be the better word though. Evan Stanley. What brings you to my mind? Really.”

“That much is untrue, darling. I’ve been looking at you since we entered this room.” He flashed a smile when he saw the boy chuckling. “I’m sure you’ve heard of me, but I bet you heard more about Cyclops, Wolverine and all of my fellow teammates. It seems that being a powerful mutant telepath with the perfect body and billions of dollars doesn’t make you more popular than a murky beast or a slim guy who can shoot beams from his eyes. How could I’ve possibly guessed?” He rolled his eyes while taking another sip of his cup. “It’s my pleasure, Evan. I think my mind is attracted to the minds of young fine men with so much talent as you. I was wondering that maybe you wanted to sharpen your skills with me? It’s getting more and more dangerous for mutants out there, I believe you could use some training.” He replied in a more serious tone.

Gala || Closed

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“And you’re such a selfless and caring soul, aren’t you? For fuck’s sake, Quentin, allow me to drink myself to death. If you do wanna make me some company, however, may I help you with this empty glass of yours? I promise to not tell anyone.”

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“’Look who’s digging their own grave’.”

“That’s what they all say.”

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Emma Frost in Dark Reign: The Cabal (2009)

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@magnetician

Erik is a man on a mission.

That said, while his focus can be laser-sharp and his dedication rock-steady, he is not entirely immune to distraction. He’d cast a brief glance at the other man, intending to pass him right by, but hadn’t been able to resist a second; this is when he’d been caught, and the ease with which he gets reeled in is an affront to his pride, but there it is.

He’d been about to inquire as to how this man could possibly know Erik’s preferences, how he’d known it was alright to approach a fellow male, but his question is soon answered for him before he can ask it. A telepath. Of course. Why wouldn’t this evening get more complicated than strictly necessary?

With a drink in-hand, it’s difficult to decline the offer. Besides, it does occur to him that there is a certain amount of information to be gained about the Club through channels other than the proper, more obvious ones. So he allows himself to be guided, taking a sip of his (admittedly perfect) drink and managing to set it down before he’s maneuvered onto the sofa with enough force to be truly compelling. This is the difference, often times, between men and women; his interest in the former is often dormant, but alive and well at the moment. 

“We’ll see,” he replies with a wry smile. “But I’m game.” Against his better judgment, feeling slightly guilty for allowing himself to be sidetracked, he closes his eyes. 

There was just something about the new visitor that intrigued Emmett down to his core. He rarely received guests that had contact with other mind readers before — and the one telepath Erik was in touch were, at the time, a much powerful mutant than Emmett himself. Which was, of course, something that excited the young man. "Such a good guest, aren't you?" He hummed positively when the older man closed his eyes. "It appears to be that you're quite the controlling type.  I have the perfect thing for you." And with that, Emmett sat on top of his lap and closed his own eyes. "Open yourself to me, darling."

Erik's mind was a literal mess. Emmett, however, was determined to delve into it and clean it enough so that the mutant's only focus was on him. Instead of the dark room and the couch, they were now in a comfortable king size bed and everything else was just a blank, white space. The only thing on scene was Emmett, Erik and their bed. "Now, you do as I told you." And by a snap of his fingers, Emmett chained Erik's hands with a pair of metal cuffs. "Your powers are useless here, dear — believe me, it's for the best." He then guided Erik's cuffed hand to his own white briefs. "Would mind to take it off for me?"

♦♦♦ ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ♦♦♦

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evanxstanley:

Evan’s eyebrow quirked up at that…a rather cryptic reply. The voice echoing in his head alerted him to why he could sense some other telepath near…easy to find it seemed. “It would be my pleasure. It’s not very often I get the chance to communicate telepathically for simple conversation.” He smiled, sipping his drink.

“You’re a quite handsome boy. I believe we could do a lot more than just simple conversation.”  Emmett grinned and finished his drink in one single shot. “Gosh, I need something a tad stronger.” He admitted while ordering a second round. “I’m sorry, darling, this mutant hero life it’s pushing me to the edge. Let’s start again, shall we? I’m Emmett Frost. What about you?”

Gala || Closed

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@kittyshadowcating​

On the outside, Emmett stared at his own nails, admiring the perfect manicure. On the inside, he was psychically battling every mind on the building. It took him a few minutes but at the end, he was able to take down every guard — at least for half an hour. “It’s done. Gosh, I’m exhausted. Are you sure you want to do this, Ms Pryde? I’m sure there are other ways.” He asked his companion. “I’m actually impressed – the guy must have some talent to piss you off to the point that makes you want to kill someone. Even I hasn't reached that level yet. Or did I?” Emmett smirked. Kitty and him have never been friends, however, the thought of leaving the girl alone to deal with something as dangerous as Captain Hydra rubbed him the wrong way. “Very well, dear, we are heading to the insanely mad mass murderer’s lair. Once we get there, do us all a favor and end his life.”

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@magnetician

Emmett felt the cold air struck his bare chest and shivered. At the opposite of the other dancers, he liked his so-called uniform — which was only a choker and white boxer briefs. He felt comfortable and powerful being almost naked. Those were old days, days before he was White King or anything else: he had just turned twenty-one. Still, he was one of the most requested dancers, after all, every man and woman wanted to try the Ice Prince. Emmett’s telepathy made every dance look flawless and everyone’s (mostly sexual) wishes to become true. Sometimes, when the club was emptier, he could choose his target instead of being requested. And then he saw Erik.

“Welcome to the Hellfire Club. You shall be our guest, I will be your host and this society is ours. Make yourself at home, please.” He greeted the older man and fixed him a drink. Emmett guided the visitor to the most private area on the club, away from the wealthy elites who tried to sneak peek at them. “I see you’re familiar with mind readers, darling.” He whispered on Erik’s ear. “But this is something you’ve never experienced before.” The curtains were closed and the man was thrown to the large couch. "Now, close your eyes, dear”.

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@fromxthexashes

could you imagine being jean grey… arguably the most powerful woman in the universe… sought after by men and women and a mythical fuckin alien bird… she was an original x-man. she can do whatever the fuck she wants with just sheer brain power… but the b*tch cannot dress herself

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X-Men/Mutant Sentence Starters

Send one or more for my muse’s reaction!

“So what’s your mutation?” “Are secondary mutations real, or is that a myth?” “You’re scaring me, stop it!” “Magneto was right.” “I want to join the X-Men someday.” “No wonder your family disowned you, you’re a freak!” “So your family are okay with it?” “Are there any other secrets you’ve been hiding from me?” “Is it dangerous?” “Can you use that during sex?” “I don’t care if you’re a mutant. I’m still here for you.” “You’re a mutant? Me too!” “Trust me. I won’t hurt you. I just want to show you what I can do.” “Were your parents mutants?” “The Registration Act will protect humans AND mutants!” “I didn’t ask to be born like this!” “Invisible mutations are fine, it’s the obvious ones that creep me out.” “People like you should be put down.” “Not ALL humans!” “Not ALL mutants!” “I think mutants are kind of sexy.” “Say that to my face, c’mon. Call me that again.”

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                            Pre-established Relationship Meme !

 –  Send a 💙 and the type of relationship you’re interested in  (platonic, romantic, hate, etc), and I’ll make a random small starter for us, smack dab in the middle of said relationship (especially if our muses haven’t interacted yet) & we can go from there. Let’s see where it takes us!

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“Says the winner of the national ‘up in arms’ contest.” Emmett sighs, taking a sip from his coffee. “That’s in fact why we’re here, Erik dear. For you to relax. Please, do enjoy your coffee. It’s just as hot as your temper.”

“I am not always up in arms about something,” Erik grumps.

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 “Of course you can.” Emmett replied with a smirk. He then gotten himself a drink and savored the liquor. “While I’m busy with this drink, would you mind if we advance our little chat in our minds?” He sent telepathically, his eyes focusing on the boy’s.

Gala || Closed

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“May I help you?” Evan asked. He had just gotten a drink from the bar when he realized the man who’d been more or less staring him down.