#Charles Xavier smut

[goosita]

professor xavier who treats you like a gentleman should. he holds doors for you, he walks with his hand politely at your lower back, but never quite touches you without permission. he tells you how lovely you look, gives you kind smiles in the halls and always makes sure to say “hello” in the mornings.

professor xavier who likes to drop off books at your door that he thinks you might enjoy, always leaving a little post it on them that says “from charles xx”. he loves to feed your imagination and your mind in general, endeared by the way your eyes light up when he watches you read a particularly interesting passage.

professor xavier who knows exactly how you like your tea or coffee, always kind enough to make a cup for you whenever he’s in the kitchen. he fills his own tea full of sugar, so much so that you’re certain you could stand a spoon up in it. you wonder if that’s what keeps him so sweet.

and then there’s charles.

charles who pins you to the door in his office, his hands holding yours on either side of your head. his palms are pressed to your own, fingers threaded through yours as he kisses you slow and deep. you can taste the sugar from his tea on his tongue, making your head swim.

charles who presses his firm thigh between your own, smirking against your mouth at the way you gasp into his kiss. he doesn’t need to tap into your mind to know that you want this; he can feel you grinding down on his leg, your hips rocking back and forth slightly.

charles who gets a little mouthy, a little patronizing as he watches you squirm. “pretty little thing,” he coos, lips pressing against your throat. “i think you’re getting close.” he knows, of course, that you are. you’ve been desperately grinding against his leg, your own thighs trembling now. when you fall over the edge and gasp out his name, he hums low in his chest. “so gorgeous, darling. look so gorgeous coming like this,” he murmurs.

professor charles xavier knows exactly how to treat you every time, it seems.

[librababe99]

Healing Touch

cw: MDNI, 18+, Smut, Fluff, Young!Charles Xavier, Fem!Reader word count: 2.7K Summary: In the mid-1970s, Charles Xavier is a man haunted by loss and burdened by the weight of his own mind. When you, a fellow mutant, offer him not only companionship but a love he never expected, the walls he has built around his heart begin to crumble.

A/N: Since I wrote for Erik I felt that writing for Charles balances everything out <3 Forgive me if mentioning the cuban missile crisis at the beginning throws off the timeline in anyway, we don't have to jump into technicalities...lol! Anyways, please feel free to comment, reblog or like this <3 happy reading!

(Marvel Masterlist)

The 1970s had a way of weaving magic into the air—rife with a rebellious freedom, spinning off the back of a decade of upheaval. Amidst the intoxicating haze of civil rights movements, psychedelic music, and ever-changing fashion, there was something magnetic about this era, as if the world were in the throes of rediscovering itself. And in that same time, tucked away in the heart of Westchester County, Charles Xavier was a man rediscovering himself too—one who had seen the world both at its brightest and at its darkest.

The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning had become more than just a school. With the Cuban Missile Crisis a decade behind them and the threat of mutants still very much real, Charles had been pulled into a storm that had rocked him to his core. The man who had once been so full of optimism and hope had become someone else—someone hardened by loss, crippled both physically and emotionally. He had found himself retreating from the world, isolating behind the walls of his mansion, letting the noise of the outside world fade into a dull, muted hum.

But then there was you.

You had come into Charles’s life by chance, a fellow mutant with abilities that he couldn’t help but be drawn to. He had noticed you first because of your power—something akin to empathy, the ability to feel and manipulate the emotions of others. It was subtle, nothing explosive like fire or ice, but it was potent in its own right. In some ways, Charles found it even more fascinating, for it spoke to the heart of what he had always believed—that mutants were more than just their powers; they were people with gifts, capable of great good or terrible destruction depending on how they wielded them.

But it wasn’t just your abilities that caught his attention. There was something about you that stirred something long-buried inside him. You were strong, yes, but kind too—empathetic not just because of your powers but because of who you were at your core. And in a world where Charles had grown tired of fighting, tired of losing, you had become a beacon of warmth in the cold. Your presence began to thaw the ice he had encased himself in, and though he resisted it at first, that pull between you was undeniable.

It was a Friday night, and the mansion was quiet, the students having all gone off for the weekend. The air outside was thick with the scent of rain, the clouds heavy and swollen, but inside, there was a warmth that clung to the air. You had found Charles in his study, a glass of scotch in hand, seated behind the large oak desk that had become almost a throne for him. He was disheveled, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, hair slightly out of place in a way that made him seem more human, less like the esteemed Professor Xavier he had always tried to be.

You knocked softly on the doorframe, leaning against it with a playful smile. "You look like you could use a break."

Charles glanced up from his drink, his eyes settling on you in that way that always sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes—those sharp, piercing blue eyes—were tired, but they softened when they met yours. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "A break from what, exactly?"

You shrugged, pushing off the doorframe and walking toward him. "From thinking. From brooding. From being Charles Xavier, mutant extraordinaire." You reached his desk and perched yourself on the edge of it, your knee brushing his thigh as you did so. His eyes flickered down to the point of contact, and you saw the briefest hitch in his breath.

“I don’t brood,” he replied, though the smile that followed betrayed his words.

“Oh, you most certainly do.” You leaned forward, teasingly close, just enough that he could feel your presence in the air between you. “You sit in this big, empty mansion, all alone, with your thoughts and your scotch, and you brood.”

Charles chuckled softly, though there was something in the sound that was darker, more resigned. “Maybe I do.” He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, his eyes distant for a moment. “There’s a lot to think about these days.”

You watched him for a moment, your gaze softening. Charles had always carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, even before the accident that had left him in a wheelchair. But now, that weight seemed heavier, as though the world had taken too much from him.

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his wrist, and the moment you touched him, you could feel it—a deep, aching sadness, buried beneath layers of composure and strength. It was like touching a wound that had never quite healed.

“I can feel it, you know,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Charles looked up at you, and for a moment, the walls he had built around himself seemed to crumble, leaving behind the man he had tried so hard to hide. “Feel what?” His voice was just as soft, but there was an edge to it, a vulnerability he rarely let anyone see.

You smiled gently, your fingers trailing up his arm, barely grazing his skin. “Everything. The pain, the loss, the weight of all of it. You’re carrying so much, Charles. You don’t have to carry it alone.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he did. “And what if I don’t want you to feel it?”

“Then I won’t,” you whispered, your hand now resting against his chest, right over his heart. “But I want to help you carry it. I want to be there for you.”

Charles’s breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he seemed to struggle with something deep inside him, as though he were warring with himself. Then, slowly, he reached up, his hand covering yours as it rested on his chest. His touch was warm, gentle, and yet there was a tension in the way he held you, as though he were afraid to let go.

“I don’t deserve that,” he said, his voice barely audible.

Your heart clenched at his words, and without thinking, you leaned forward, closing the distance between you until your lips were inches from his. “You deserve so much more than you think, Charles.”

And then you kissed him.

It was soft at first, tentative, as though you were testing the waters, waiting to see if he would pull away. But he didn’t. Instead, his hand tightened around yours, and you felt him respond, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that surprised you both.

The kiss deepened, the years of longing, pain, and desire pouring into it with a ferocity that neither of you had expected. You could feel the way his body tensed beneath you, the way his breathing quickened as he lost himself in the moment.

Before you knew it, you were climbing into his lap, straddling him as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more. Charles groaned against your lips, his hands sliding up your thighs, gripping your hips as though he were afraid you might disappear if he let go.

“Are you sure about this?” he murmured against your mouth, his voice thick with desire and hesitation.

You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, your forehead resting against his as you smiled softly. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

His response was a low, guttural sound that sent a thrill racing through you, and before you knew it, he was kissing you again, more desperate this time, as though he couldn’t get enough of you.

Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, and Charles let out a breathless laugh, the sound vibrating against your lips as you finally managed to push the fabric aside, revealing the hard planes of his chest. You ran your hands over his skin, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch.

“You’re beautiful,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

Charles let out a soft, disbelieving laugh, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes that broke your heart. “You’re the first person who’s ever said that to me.”

You smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his neck. “Then they’re all fools.”

His hands were everywhere, exploring your body as though he couldn’t quite believe you were real. His touch was gentle at first, almost reverent, but there was a fire behind it, a need that he had kept buried for far too long.

When you finally peeled off your shirt, you heard him suck in a breath, his eyes darkening with desire as he took you in. “God, you’re—” His voice broke off, as though he couldn’t quite find the words, but you didn’t need him to.

You kissed him again, your hands sliding down his chest, feeling the way his body responded to you, the way he trembled beneath your touch. You could feel the tension between you building, the air thick with anticipation.

And then, slowly, you began to move against him, your hips grinding against his in a rhythm that had both of you gasping for breath. Charles’s hands gripped your hips, guiding you, matching your movements with a desperate need.

“Please,” he breathed, his voice ragged.

You didn’t need to ask what he wanted. You could feel it, the desire, the longing, the need for release that had been building between you for so long. You reached between your bodies, your fingers making quick work of the zipper of his pants.

When he finally slid into you, the sensation was overwhelming—an electric jolt that sent shockwaves through your entire body. Charles let out a broken gasp, his hands gripping

as he pulled you closer, his body trembling beneath yours. You could feel the tension in him, every muscle wound tight, as if he were barely holding himself together.

You both paused for a moment, the sheer intensity of the connection stealing the breath from your lungs. You hadn’t expected it to feel like this, like every nerve in your body had come alive, attuned to him and only him. Charles's forehead pressed against your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin as you both adjusted, savoring the feeling of being so intimately joined.

“God,” he whispered, almost reverently. “I’ve wanted this—wanted you—for so long.”

Your fingers slid up into his hair, cradling his head, and you pressed a soft kiss to the top of it, your heart swelling at the vulnerability in his voice. “Then take me, Charles. I’m yours.”

That was all the permission he needed.

With a low, guttural sound, Charles’s grip on your hips tightened, and he began to move beneath you, slow at first, a steady rhythm that made you gasp with every roll of his hips. He filled you so perfectly, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body. You matched his pace, rocking against him, savoring the slow burn that built between you, the friction pulling you both closer to the edge with every passing second.

Charles’s hands roamed your body, sliding up your back, tracing the curve of your spine, then slipping lower, his fingers digging into your skin with barely restrained intensity. His lips found your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

“Charles…” you gasped, your head tilting back as you gave him more access.

His lips parted against your skin, and you could feel the groan that rumbled in his chest. “I can feel you,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Every thought, every emotion—it’s overwhelming.”

You leaned back, meeting his gaze. His eyes were heavy-lidded, dark with need, but there was something else there too—something raw, something so deep and primal that it made your heart race.

“Don’t hide from me,” you whispered, your hands cradling his face. “Feel me. All of me.”

Charles’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, as if letting go of the barriers he had so carefully constructed. And then, all at once, it hit you—the full weight of his mind brushing against yours, the flood of emotions crashing over you like a tidal wave.

It wasn’t just desire you felt—though that was certainly there, sharp and electric, searing through your veins. It was everything. His longing, his fear, the deep well of sadness that had haunted him for so long, and underneath it all, a love so profound it left you breathless.

You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as the sensation of his mind intertwining with yours sent a jolt of pleasure through you, heightening everything. The room around you seemed to fade, the only thing that existed in that moment was him—his body, his mind, and the way he was utterly consuming you.

Charles groaned, his hips bucking up into you with a sudden intensity that made you cry out. “I’ve never felt anything like this,” he panted, his voice strained, as though he were on the edge of losing control.

You could barely form words, the pleasure building inside you almost unbearable. “Charles, please…”

He understood without needing to ask. His hands slid down to your hips again, guiding you faster now, his movements more urgent, more desperate. You could feel the tension in your body coiling tighter and tighter, like a spring wound too far, ready to snap.

And then, with one hard thrust, you shattered.

A wave of ecstasy washed over you, white-hot and all-consuming, leaving you trembling in its wake. You cried out his name, your body arching against his, and you could feel him lose himself in the moment too, his hands gripping you so tightly it almost hurt as he followed you over the edge.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop, the only sound in the room your ragged breaths and the thrum of your racing heartbeat. You slumped against Charles, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you both came down from the high.

His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, as though afraid to let go. You could still feel the echo of his mind against yours, the connection between you not quite severed, and it brought a sense of intimacy that was unlike anything you had ever known.

After a long moment, Charles broke the silence, his voice soft and hoarse. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “Neither did I.”

He pulled back slightly to look at you, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes were still dark, but there was a softness to them now, a vulnerability that made your heart ache.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

You frowned slightly. “For what?”

“For reminding me what it’s like to feel something other than pain.” His voice was filled with a quiet reverence, as though he couldn’t quite believe it himself.

You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his in a slow, tender kiss. “You don’t have to do it alone anymore, Charles. I’m here.”

He smiled, a real, genuine smile that made your heart flutter. “I know.”

You shifted slightly, still straddling his lap, and Charles let out a soft groan. The movement stirred something in you both, a flicker of desire reigniting as your bodies remained entwined.

“You know,” you said playfully, your fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest, “we’ve got the whole mansion to ourselves tonight.”

Charles raised an eyebrow, his smile turning into something more mischievous. “Is that so?”

You leaned in, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered, “Maybe we should take advantage of that.”

His breath hitched, and you felt his hands tighten on your hips. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You smiled against his skin, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. “Then I’ll make it a night you won’t forget.”

With that, you began to move again, slow and teasing, savoring every moment of the night ahead.

[charlesxavierthirster3000]

Denim — C. Xavier

Pairing: 60s (First Class)!Charles Xavier x GN!Reader

Summary: Charles takes you out, but you're quite the fussy shopper. (Pls spare me idk how to write summaries 😥)

CW/Tags: suggestive content, pre-beach divorce Charles, no use of Y/N (there never will be on my blog), don't like don't read.

A/N: Huzzah guys I'm finally writing !!!! This prolly won't get much traction bc it's not Logan but fuck it we ball 🔥🔥 This has been rotting in Docs for like a week and I just finished it like 15 mins ago so here we go.. 😁 Also I wrote this as Fem!Reader in mind but I realised it could be GN so I'll just put it as that :3

WC: 461 / Navigation

Divider credits (They're so cute istg bro) here and here

Charles Xavier was not your sugar daddy. He could believe he was all he wanted, but your very minimal amount of dignity drew the line at that title.

The man could buy you everything you ever even thought of — which was fairly easy, considering his mutation — yet you wouldn't admit it even if you had 8 fully loaded AK-47s pointed at your face.

“Just get it, for God's sake,” Charles drawled, nodding at the pair of mid-blue bootcut jeans you'd been fawning over for what felt like half his lifetime. 

When you give the gorgeous denim another doubtful up-down, he gets up from his concerningly squeaky stool bordering the men’s section and reaches for your wrist.

“It would take immense effort to make me go bankrupt, sweetheart.” He places his credit card in your palm, gently forcing your fingers over it with a short smile. It's not the first time he's done this, and it most definitely won't be the last.

“I have a pair just like thi—” you try to argue weakly, but the gloved hand over your mouth leaves you no choice but to shut your gob. God, this man was direct.

“Uh-uh, not hearing it. We both know exactly how much you want it. End of discussion. Go pay.” 

He carefully nudges you forward in the direction of the distant cashier, but you blatantly refuse to move an inch. He stares incredulously at the back of your head and you have to bite back a laugh beneath the confines of his palm. 

You should’ve expected it, but the British in your brain still catches you by surprise. Damn colonizers.

“Get the damn pants. Your ass would look lovely in them,” he pats your ass with his free hand as punctuation, attempting to urge you forward yet again.

“All you care about is my ass,” you retort mentally.

“Yes and no. It's definitely up there.”

“I'm gonna bite you.”

“Kinky. But keep it in your shorts ‘til we get back, yeah?”

He takes his hand off your face and gets out of your head. You whip your head around to silently complain at him, but he's staring right back at you with a smile that, to the normal person, would look as if he'd done no wrong. But to you, it was only making your situation worse.

The same smile which was pissing you off in ways you didn't even think possible morphs into a genuine laugh delivered softly, and for God's sake, you can't keep your stomach from doing a brief flip at the sound.

“Fine. Pretend you don't want them. But you're going to pay with my card, and I'll show you exactly how much you won't regret buying them when we get back to my office.”

[lokisivy]

Hi! Im a big fan of your work and I saw you were taking requests :) I had a smut fic idea in mind with young (before paralysis) Professor Charles Xavier x fem!student reader. Maybe you and Charles have had some flirty/sexual tension for the longest time until one night when everyone is in bed in their dorms, he reads your mind and notices that you are still awake, touching yourself and having just obscene thoughts of him till he comes into your room and takes matters into his own hands and the rest just be pure smut lmao 👀👀👀 keep up the good work!!

First of all, thank you soooo much for u liking my work. Second of all, it took me like 3 times to process what you requested. I'm ovulating rn, so I'm just so stunned.

Warnings: age gap, mind reading, slight breeding kink, reader is above 18, cursing. use of nicknames, p in v, unprotected sex, daddy kink, slight size kink. let me know if i missed anything

READERS POV

I'm a good student, I focus in class, get good grades, and am always polite to my professors. but there is this one class where I can't seem to focus no matter how hard I try.

Professor Xavier's class like right now I'm sitting in today's class what is the topic? DNA mutation blah blah blah.

he was looking and me oh his eyes were so blue like the ocean I could drown in them- Fuck he can read my mind.

GENATICS! FLOWERS! this isn't working he is smirking he knows what I'm thinking of. I bite my lips hard, trying to think of something else. His arms in that dress shirt sleeves rolled up his hands on my throat- FUCK think of something dark.

"Y/N read page 269 about Genetic mutations" the professor announced "Ahh-" fuck I didn't even have my book open shit. I used my telekinesis to open the page but it didn't I was fumbling for the page until Professor Xavier came behind me and opened the page for me.

"next time focus in class and refrain from having dirty thoughts about me," he whispers in my ears his sharp voice making me sudden goose bumps arise.

"Sorry professor. I promise that it won't happen again" I flirt looking up through my lashes and giving an innocent look.

he leans down to give me back my book "Good Girl."

With my powers, it was gonna be impossible for me to keep him out of my thoughts I was basically a magnet for him my mind like an open book for him. It doesn't matter because no matter what he was my teacher and nothing could happen between us even though I'd sell my soul to the devil for us to touch. and our age gap people would think he was a predator but at this point, I think I am the predator with the unholy thoughts I'm getting.

1:39 Am my clock read I couldn't sleep my interaction with Professor Xavier kept replaying 'having dirty thoughts about me in class'

'good girl' my hands snuck past my nightgown rubbing circles on my clit. imagining Charles bending me down the desk fucking me into oblivion 'Such a naughty girl only focusing on my cock and not the class' I imagined his rough thick accent. I pushed one finger inside me feeling the warmth it was relieving the pressure but not enough I needed more I needed him in every way possible.

3rd pov

You and Charles had always flirted with each other during office hours it was obvious in the being you were attracted to him he was very good-looking and muscular made women weak in the knee and because he could read any person's mind it made it easier for him to know when to flirt back he knew when you were sad or feeling under the weather but when the rumours started to spread around the acted tough with you in class you knew it was a show and it kept all gossip down it not like you were very young you came here after finishing high school to learn about your abilities and how to control them but you were still a student but something Charles never did was crossing the line until today he was awake trying to study a new students abilities. He wondered if you were awake and he was met but dirty thoughts that made his cock burst.

a growl came out of his throat "fuck me!" he adjusted his pants the thought of you touching yourself while thinking of him was gonna make him burst this second he started to palm his cock but could take anymore when your moans grew louder coming close to your orgasm.

Fuck it he thought and walked to your dorm room absolutely angry about the way you made him feel hands running through his hair he was gonna punish you for every time you made him hard, for every time your mischievous ass made him think about you.

He reached your room door knocking lightly not waking anyone and talked to you through your thoughts 'Open this door now!' He interrupted your fantasies making you rise in panic

Readers POV

Fuck Fuck FUCK! How did he read my mind it was 1 am everyone is asleep. I panic opening the door panting from how fast I got up.

"hey proff how you doing, bro?" I opened the door trying to act casual.

"Are you messing with me right now." It was more rhetorical than a question. He slammed the door, pining me against it.

"I-"

"What you thought you could be whore and touch yourself thinking about me and get away with it." He was frustrated both sexually and mentally "and why were you listening to my thoughts anyway I should be able to think what I want without having to worry about you getting into my head." I rolled my eyes. A part of me liked the thrill, but sometimes it was nice to have my thoughts to myself.

"You can block me out but you don't."

"It's exuasting. what you want me to masterbate and think about you and block you out." I sigh

"You don't know how hard it is for me to contain myself from letting all these thoughts of yours come true right now." He leans closer, his body towering in front of me.

Closer.

And Closer.

our lips so close but yet so far.

Till there was nothing but a fine line between our lips.

"Then make them come true." I barely got the words out.

"This is wrong." He voice became deeper

"I saved your life in Cuba professor." I whispered

"Fuck it." He said kissing me knocking the air out of my lungs, his hand come to cup my face our his toung fighting with mine. moving us towards the bed his hands roaming through my my silk PJs unbouting the buttons.

"Charles!" i moaned when his lips contact with my neck marking me plaming and squeezing my breasts, "please" I didn't know what I was pleading for but I needed the relief with the ache that was growing I was so wet aching for him to touch me.

" What darling, what do you want me to do?" he smirked, he knew what I wanted he could read my mind "I- I want you to touch me." I barely whispered my voice practricly unaudioble,"Louder darling?" he disaproved "I want you to fuck me charles like the way I was thinking about when I was touching me self on here." I run my hands through the sheets of the bed.

"Fuck my little whore wants me to fuck her," he growls, he grabs my neck and slams me down the bed causing a moan to leave me. His knee separated my legs from closing. he slid off the top I had on letting my breasts hit the cold air causing my nipples to harden. his thumb ran on my nipples rubbing and pinching. "Charles Please" I beg.

"Have I taught you nothing?" he kissed my chest slowly down to my breasts "Patience is how you achieve everything perfectly. "

"Charles Xavier if you don't fuck me right now I'll throw you against the wall." pull him by his shirt collar kissing him

"I may teach you science, but I think I need to teach you good manners." I rolled my eyes, ripping off his shirt. I stopped to take a moment to take in the sight of his toned muscles, running my fingers through his abs in awe. something inside him snapped at the way I looked at him. he immediately took down my shorts and unbuckled his pants.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked me,"Yes ever since Cuba Charles," I assured me, but something told me he was reading my mind to check if I had any doubts. "Good. Because the moment I start, I won't stop"

"Start first then we can speak about stopping because all I'm hearing is yap yap no acti--" I was interrupted by his fingers entering me all three of them. making me moan very loudly.

"Shh baby your classmates will hear you." he groans at the sight. "S-sorry."

his hands worked magic, and the rhythm was steady, hitting all the good points, building up the fire in my stomach fire that might explode any moment "Charles I'm so close." I whimpered at the loss of contact "Too bad your only gonna cum on my cock tonight" I looked down at his length it was big and thick and precum leaked out his hardness he positioned my left leg on his shoulder positioning himself and entering me at a slow excruciating pace stretching me into half.

"Fuck your so big." now I understood why he was taking it too slow his cock was gigantic that's why he walked around so confidently he is packing.

"Fuck you're tight." he groans the burn started to fade into pleasure "Charles please" probably begged for the millionth time tonight he was killing me. his pace started to grow faster "You are taking me so well darling." he praised me sending it to my pussy clenching on him tighter."Fuck Y/N!" he growls

"Charles faster" he complied going at an unforgivable pace the angle he fucked me in was make me feel all of his length he keeps hitting that spot that was about to explode any second now. my moaning became louder and harder to control probably making someone from outside hear us "Be quiet sunshine" he told me in between his rough thrusts he pinched my nipples lightly causing an overly loud moaning to come out he silenced me with a kiss and replaced his lips with his hand he gave me a warning look then removed his hands. my fingers running through his hair tugging on it tiny moans slipping out of him sending me over the edge with bliss and euphoria washing over me seeing starts in the back of my eyes. his cock twitching "Yes give me all your cum Daddy." I moaned my back arching scratches down his back. his hot warm cum filling my walls making me moan with pleasure it felt right. Charles put my legs down making me turn on my side, as I was about to sleep he grabbed my jaw. "Daddy is not done with you yet sunshine" he teases me.

"let's get you cleaned up sweetheart." he carried me to the bathroom

[midnightsunsfan]

Young! Charles Xavier

x student! fem! reader

THIS IS JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR MY FIRST POST!!!

a/n: hello! this is my first post so please be nice. i also haven’t completely finished the x-men series, so please let me know if i got anything wrong!! i will be making a list of people from all different shows and movies soon. feel free to request anyone from x-men you would like me to write for!!

warning: age gap, READER IS ABOVE 18!! smut, oral (fem! receiving), fingering, p in v, dry humping, seduction, dirty talk. let me know if i missed something.

summary: your first week at your new school and you feel oddly connected to your new professor after he’s taken you under his wing. you finally find out your powers in a dirty way involving someone you’ve been a bit fond over…

This was only your 5th day at your new “school”. Naturally, you were scared. Especially because you didn’t know anyone and you couldn’t remember a single detail from your past. You didn’t want to be here because of how many people surrounded the building 24/7, but you didn’t have a choice. You had nowhere to go.

The only person that was making everything bearable with professor X. Charles Xavier. You got comfortable with him weirdly quick. There was something about him that made you feel safe and comfortable. He was really nice to you. He let you eat in his office with him when you were too scared to eat around other people. He would always eat with you so you wouldn’t feel awkward.

You had a class with him daily as well. It was the class you were most comfortable with. Whenever you zoned out, he would always go into your mind and crack a joke to get your attention. It always surprised you, but weirdly enough, it never made you feel uncomfortable. You didn’t know what your power was yet, but Charles always reassured you it was there and it would pop up soon. He sensed you as a mutant. And now here you were. Eating lunch with him again for the 5th time in 5 days.

“You excited for our lesson today?” He asked, picking a cucumber with his fork and shoving it into his mouth. You sat right next to him. he always sat next to you instead of across from you from his desk. You assumed he figured it would make you feel more comfortable. And it did.

You smiled with your mouth halfway full and nodded in response. “So excited to learn more about Trigonometry.” You spoke, sarcasm on your tongue. Charles chuckled.

[xaviersjames]

Imagine getting ready for your day—putting a cute dress on and doing your makeup.

And then having Charles Xavier lift you up onto a table, hiking up your dress until the material is bundled up around your waist, pushing your panties to the side and pressing himself inside of you, saying you simply look too good to resist.

"You'll have to forgive me, darling. You understand, yes?" he huffs into the crook of your neck, polite as ever, rocking into you ever so gently. "Too gorgeous to do nothing about it,"

He wipes tears away from the corners of your eyes before they can fall because he'd hate to ruin your pretty makeup.

After he takes what he needs from you, he kisses you softly, runs his fingers through your hair, fixing it up, and tells you how lovely you look today.

[alexsnerdycorner]

Touchy-Feely

Title: Touchy Feely

Word Count: 3011

Warning: Smut, Swearing, Unprotected sex, a bit of an age gap, talk of attempted incestuous rape (one sentence).  Bisexual Charles and logan. AFAB reader, dirty talk (so sorry for horrible it is), Oral sex, P in V sex, Anal (Male receiving), Praise kink, multiple female orgasms,

Fandom: X-Men movies / Marvel

Pairing: Charles Xavier X Fem!Reader X Logan

Rating: Mature

Summary: This is based on a request I got from my old fandom blog. I’ve rewritten it, added smut, and edited it. The reader (F) has the ability to make people aroused on contact (much like Alisha from Misfits) and to manipulate others emotions, memories, and more. This is post Days of Future Past, but Charles still has hair and ability to use his lower body because it made sense for the story.

A/N: I had a difficult time rewriting this as I had an ex named Chaz, which is short for Charles/Charlie and he graped me. I’ve always loved Charles Xavier and I’m trying not to let the grapist get to me, but sometimes I am unsuccessful. I hate myself for letting things go so far as to “allow” him to do this to me. But I kinda flinch every time I hear his name or variations of it. Also, this is my first time writing a threesome. Please don’t judge it that harshly.

You discovered your powers five years ago when you turned seventeen and went on a date to prom and your boyfriend’s best friend asked for a dance. This led to him trying to drag you to the bathroom to fuck you. That was when you found out that you could make anyone feel aroused just by touching them. Your boyfriend of the time broke up with you because there was no way he’d be seen dating a mutant freak. You knew for sure you were a mutant when your father tried to comfort you that night and wiped the tears from your eyes and tried to undress you. Luckily your mother was home to drag him off.

You were angry, and wished that he knew better. Better yet, you wished that he would try to burn his hand off. A moment later your father turned on the stove and stuck his hand over the burner, catching his hand on fire. That was when you found out you also had the ability to influence people’s actions and thoughts.

After that, your parents sent you away to Charles Xavier’s school for mutants, or, the nicer way to put it, gifted individuals. Charles took you in out of the goodness of his heart, as he would with any other mutant. You never told him of the embarrassing powers of eroticism, only of your ability to manipulate other’s emotions, actions, and memories. Your first week at his school after Bobby Drake pushed past you and accidentally touched your hand, you had to forcibly push him off you. He didn’t know any better so you altered his memory of the situation. But you were still so visibly upset that the professor, who was ten years older than you, tried to comfort you, you stumbled back to avoid his touch. But were unsuccessful, able to tell how aroused he was by the look in his eyes.

You then confided in him about your true powers and afterward made sure that the other students knew not to touch you, claiming you had a power similar to Rogue’s. Charles always took special interest in you and allowed you to stay at the mansion over the holidays and summers when all the other students went home. You grew to like and desire him, but were too scared to say anything because he was your mentor, but suspected he to had feelings for you. Eventually, you had graduated and became a full-fledged member of the X-Men.

While there, another man also took interest in you, Logan. He was a good-looking man with large muscles and claws made of adamantium. You could feel a lapse in his memories and tried to work with him to get them back. All attempts made were unsuccessful.

Today, you had pretty good control over your powers and it was a few days until your twenty-first birthday. Everyone was on vacation for the start of the holidays leaving you, Charles, and Logan alone in the mansion. You woke happy to get some peace and quiet for once instead of having to deal with students and teaching. You spent the whole day reading for your leisure in the library, but not long before dinner time, you went back to your room to change as Charles requested that you join him for dinner. You put on an alarmingly short dress for your taste that hugged all the right curves.

When you arrived in the dining room Charles sat at the table with your favorite meal in front of the two set seats. You wondered why logan wasn’t joining the two of you.

“Logan is out for the night,” Charles said, looking up through his scraggly brown hair. He paused a moment as you tried to hide a frown, “Good evening, Y/N”

“Hi, Charles,” you smiled at him and sat next to him. You made small talk as you ate dinner.

“Oh, Y/N, I have something for you on the kitchen counter. Would you be a doll and go get it.”

“Really?” your eyes glowed with excitement as you stood and walked to the kitchen. On the island counter sat a small cake iced with the words Happy Birthday Y/N and next to it was a small black velvet box with a white ribbon tied neatly around it. Below your breath, you gasped, “What?”

“Open it,” Charles whispered in your mind.

You smiled and shook your head, “Charles, get out of my head.”

You walked back out into the dining room with the box in your hand.

He had a big stupid grin on his face that you just wanted to kiss away, “Just open it.”

You carefully untied the bow and pulled the top back a bit roughly because the hinges on it stuck. You gasped when you saw what was on the inside of the box. With a huge smile, you took the small necklace into your fingers and examined it. It was in the shape of an infinity sign but with hearts on each end. Beautiful red crystals lined the pendant.

“Oh my god, Charles, it is so beautiful!” you looked up at him, “Thank you so much!” you walked over to him, “would you put it on me?”

He smiled, “of course.”

You handed him the necklace and pulled your hair out of the way. He put the necklace over your head and as he clasped it in the back, his fingers ran across the top of your back. He jerked his hands away and cleared his throat, “I’m so sorry, y/n”

You forgot how much you longed for human contact until now. You turned around and shaking your head, you looked him in the eye, “No, it...it felt good.” You could tell it felt good to him too, his face was beet red and he was taking deep breaths, trying to cover up how aroused he was from your powers. “I forgot how nice the human touch could be.”

You could see that he felt embarrassed for touching you, he had the same face as he did in his office that day he first touched you.

“You know, I am an adult. I’m not that young girl whose hand you touched in your office years ago. I’m different. I have more control.”

He smiled, “I know. You have, uh,” he cleared his throat, “definitely changed. In more ways than one.”

Your desire for him grew with every passing second. You could tell his was too.

“Do it again.”

“What?” Charles asked.

“Do it again. Touch me. I want you to touch me. It feels nice.”

“Y/N, I... I don’t want to take advantage of you like that...I-”

“Charles!” You interrupted. He stopped rambling and looked at you. “I like you a lot. I’m old enough to make my own choices. I know you like me too.”

“But, Y/N…”

“Charles, shut up,” you leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

He put his hand on the back of your head and kissed you back harder. You straddled him in his chair.

Charles broke the kiss, “Logan’s going to be here any minute.”

“I don’t care,” you kissed him hungrily.

“He’s going to walk in on us,” Charles said between kisses.

“Good, let him. Maybe he’ll join us.”

Charles laughed into your lips and pulled your body closer to his, “God, you are so beautiful.”

“So are you,” you rubbed against him, humping his lap. He stood up, pushed his plate across the table, and set you on the dining room table and stood between your legs. You could feel him hard against you as he kissed you back harder, pushing his body against your own and let his hands wander.

“You have no clue how long I’ve waited for this. How much I’ve dreamed of this” Charles said as you trailed kisses down his neck. He let out a soft grunt.

“I do know. Who do you think put those dreams there to begin with” you slid his tweed jacket off him and tossed it onto the floor.

He let out a breathy laugh, “You sly little minx” and smiled into your kiss.

He traveled his hands up the skirt of your dress as you loosened his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt. You could feel the heat between you and Charles. His tongue danced with yours. His hand slid on the inside of your upper thigh. You let out a soft moan of ecstasy. He grabbed at the hem of your dress and slid it over your head and threw it behind him. In your bra and panties, you slid his shirt off his lean and slightly muscular body as he marveled at the sight of you.

Charles made out with you some more before you moved your hands from his chest to his belt. You fiddled with the belt blindly as you were too enthralled in Charles to look down. As he slid his hand over the small of you back to the hem of your panties, you slid the belt off him, tossed it aside, and went back to his zipper and button.

Charles’ hand was at the clasp of your bra when you heard a deep and growling throat being cleared from the doorway.

“Come on, we eat on that table!” you pulled away from Charles’ lips, a small trail of saliva still hooking your lips together, and leaned your head on his shoulder. You saw Logan leaning on the door frame, trying to overt his eyes. But you saw what was truly in his eyes. Lust.

Charles looked up and saw Logan as well. You felt his hands travel down to button his pants back up, but you stopped him with one hand and announced, “We will take it to the bedroom. Under one condition”

“What’s that?” Logan asked, mostly to humor you.

“Join us,” You hopped off the table and stood in front of him. His throat bobbed as he tried to show restraint. You reach out to touch him, forgetting about your powers for a moment but caught yourself before you make contact. You drop your hand, “Please”

“He wants to, I can hear his thoughts. He wants it bad. Nearly as bad as you want him.” Charles interrupted, trying to make you feel better about almost touching Logan without consent.

“Stay outta my head, Charles,” Logan did not break eye contact with you.

“Is it true?” You whisper.

Logan growled again, but this time it was a different type of growl. It was a growl filled with want and desire. He reached out his hand and grabbed yours, he took your open hand and placed it on his hardening bulge, “Princess, I’ve wanted you from the first moment I laid eyes on you.”

Your lustful smile grew and you kissed him with a hard, deep, passionate kiss, “Then join us in the bedroom”

He swept you off your feet and turned to Charles, “Comin’ handsome?”  

Charles’ eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. And he followed Logan who led them to Charles’ bedroom. Once the door was shut behind the three of you, Logan lightly tossed you onto the bed and gave you one last kiss before taking his shirt off his body in one swoop.

Logan turned to Charles, “What’re ya waiting for? An invitation? The lady wants us naked. I don’t need to be a mind reader to tell you that.”

Charles stood there for a second too long for Logan’s liking so he stalked over to a stammering Charles, kissed him, and started to undo his zipper to his pants. Logan pushed down Charles’ pants and Charles stepped out of them, leaving him in his underwear. Charles closed his eyes and kissed Logan back as Logan backed them both up to where you sat on Charles’ bed. They pulled apart and looked at you. Heat rushed to your face and to your core.

“See something you like?” Charles spoke up while maintaining eye contact with you.

“I see two things,” You sat up in the bed and drew the both of them close to you. First you kissed Charles, then you kissed Logan. Your hands moved down to Logan’s jeans and unbuttoned and unzipped them. Charles took his pants and yanked them down revealing a large growing bulge in Logan’s underwear.

“Charles, I think Logan sees something he likes as well.” You smirked up at the men.

“I see two things,” Logan said. And pulled you so you were sitting on the edge of the bed. He knelt down in front of you and hooked a finger around your panties. While maintaining eye contact with you, he said, “I can smell how wet you are,”

Charles leaned down to kiss you while Logan slid off your panties and tossed them aside. Logan removed your bra with one hand. You took Charles’ boxers and pulled them down and then took his cock into your hand. You started to jerk him off. With your other hand you reached down to Logan’s head which found its way between your legs. His hands were on your thighs and he began licking your clit in a circular motion.

“Oh fuck, Logan,” you swore, lowering your head to Charles’ cock. You took Carles into your mouth and ran your tongue over the head. This elicited a groan from Charles. You moaned against his cock in approval.

Logan continued to suck at your clit as Charles took one of his hands and placed it behind your head to stoke your hair. You saw Logan reach down, remove his boxers, and pump his cock twice before returning one hand to your thigh and the other to your slit. He slowly worked one finger into your dripping cunt. You mewled with Charles’ cock still in your mouth.  You pulled at Logan’s hair as he added another finger. You felt a building tightness in your core.

You took Charles out of your mouth and moaned for both men to hear, “I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”

“Come for him darling,” Charles moaned as you continued to stroke his cock, “Come for him like the good girl I know you are”

With that you let out a loud moan that reverberated throughout the room. Logan added one last finger to your pussy and you came undone, clenching his head between your thighs.

“Oh, fuck, Logan!” You shouted. Logan removed his head from your thighs and looked up at Charles.

“Come down here and taste her on my lips,” he commanded. Charles followed the orders given to him and pulled his cock from your hands to kneel next to Logan. He took Logan’s member into his hands and kissed him on the lips. Logan’s hand rested on your knee while the other held the back of Charles’ head. Still recovering from your first orgasm, you watched for a moment as Charles and Logan made out.

Charles pulled away from Logan and turned to you, “You want a taste?” he asked.

You slowly nodded your head and leaned forward to meet his lips. You tasted your sweet juices on his lips and groaned, “I need you inside me, now.”

Charles looked to Logan.

“Give the princess what she wants, bub.” Logan broke their connection and stood up. Charles followed suit and stared while Logan commanded you go on your knees.

“All yours, Charles,” Logan whispered, “Get on the bed.”

Charles followed the instructions and knelt on the bed behind you. He guided his cock into your still wet cunt and drove all the way into you, causing you gasp. Charles bent over and kissed your back.

Logan moved from his place in front of you to behind Charles, “God, you two are so beautiful.”

While Charles moved in an out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, Logan worked on getting Charles’ ass ready for him. Both men were well endowed and Logan especially had girth to his cock. When Logan’s first finger made its way into Charles’ ass, Charles jumped a bit, not expecting it. But gasped in pleasure when he added a second finger.

“Y/N, You’re so fucking good. You are taking me so well, love.” Charles whimpered.

You moaned as he nipped the back of your neck. He picked up the pace and began slamming into you all the way down to his balls.  You felt the bed sink down behind the two of you and logan was undoubtedly lining himself up at Charles’ entrance. When you didn’t think that Charles could go any deeper, you let out a ragged breath when Logan pushed into Charles which made Charles push further into you.

The three of you moved in unison. You could hear Logan and Charles moan and groan and kiss. You felt yourself approaching climax. The knot in your stomach grew and grew.

“Fuck, Charles, I’m gonna cum,” You sputtered.

“Come for us, princess” Logan ground out.

You felt your walls clenching onto Charles’ cock and you moaned out, “Oh fuck, you feel so good!”

With the next few thrusts into you, you felt the knot burst and you came undone. With a grunt, Charles’ thrusts were becoming erratic and uneven.

“I’m close,” he panted and was next to come. He stayed, pushing his cum further into your pussy and moaning with pleasure. The bed creaked with Logan’s thrusting.

“I’m almost there,” Logan cried out. And with a few more thrusts he came into Charles’ ass with a howl.

Logan pulled out of Charles who then pulled out of you. The two men then situated themselves on the bed so that you were between them. You could feel sleep calling your name.

***

You woke up in the morning lodged between a hairy Logan and a snoring Charles. Neither of your companions were wearing shirts while their lower half remained covered by the sheet. You were wearing nothing but the sheet. You dared not wake them, so you stayed put, staring up at the ceiling with the sun shining in on your face.  

[e-nonsense]

hii girly! can i ask for roses in burlap and lace? It can be as something as simple as headcanons or a fic if you desire, whatever you're comfortable with! It's about how he's receives kisses, from surprises kisses, sweet ones, freaky ones, soft ones, sad ones --all the kisses really

hes literally so gorgeous and how could you literally not want to kiss him every single second of the day fr fr anyways thats all, congratulations on 2k and I hope you have a wonderful day ahead of you! <3

DIFFERENT KISSES WITH CHARLES XAVIER

first class!charles xavier who would be greedy with kisses, littering them all over you and you’d return he favour, kissing down his jaw, his nose. he’s laugh, short little giggles that’d urge you to continue until he was laughing, cheeks red.

dotpf!charles xavier would avoid your kisses. believing himself not worthy of your affections, but you’d catch him either way, litter his face with kisses to show him no matter what you love him.

apocalypse!charles xavier who’s learning himself again. letting himself be loved and cared for by you once more. he linger in some moments when the two of you were alone, waiting for a kiss like a puppy. it was cute, the way he’d hold his arms open for you like a child wanting something. he’d kiss you all over to make up for the days he’d rejected your kisses.

dark phoenix!charles xavier who’s once again complicated. split between thinking he’s right and hating himself. everyone blames him, you kisses are relief, an escape. he’d lean into every opportunity to be loved by you.

father figure!charles xavier he’s like a father to you, you’d hug him like a child would hug their father. he’d cry about it later, how much you adored him. a fatherly kiss placed on top of your head before he messed up your hair, and telling you to “shoo”.

platonic!charles xavier a brotherly figure. you tease and annoy each other, a kiss on your temple for comfort here and then. not often, neither of you like opening up.

charles xavier who you help bathe. you’d kiss along his shoulders and he’d shiver, your lips warm against the cooling water on his skin. you help scrub his back and he’ll place a gentle kiss to your lips as a “thank you”.

charles xavier who thinks you hung the stars. he’d worship the ground you walk on, you love him more? impossible.

charles xavier who knows he doesn’t deserve you in any scenario. a person so forgiving and caring, caring about him. something he thought he’d lost the rights to a long time ago.

surprise kisses would fluster him. he’d be so caught off guard focused in his own little world, he’d stutter over his words unable to meet your eyes.

sweet kisses would make him smile like a dork. he’d grin like a kid on christmas, pinching your cheeks playfully before he pressed a few more equally sweet kisses to your lips.

freaky kisses, his groan vibrates against you, his hand clasping around your throat to bring you closer, a breathy moan leaving his lips, biting your bottom lip before you pull away.

sad kisses made for comforting. a gentle one against each others temple as you rest your foreheads against the others.

playful kisses that make you both laugh. kisses in ticklish spots as you lay in each others arms, you’d fight each other with these ones, he’d kiss you, you’d kiss him back, a never ending cycle.

goodbye kisses you’re leaving to go somewhere for the day. he’ll pout like a child, grumble, melt when you’d kiss him goodbye, trying to keep you for longer.

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[multi-fandoms-posts]

A Seductive Chess Game

X Men Masterlist

SMUT

Y/N sits at the large oak table, directly across from Charles Xavier. The chessboard is precisely set up, but her thoughts are long diverted from the game. The room is quiet, sunlight streaming through the villa’s windows, yet the tension between them is almost tangible.

“Your move,” Charles says calmly, his blue eyes focused on the chessboard. His hands rest relaxed on the table, his expression concentrated, but Y/N senses the underlying tension.

Y/N smiles, her gaze sparkling seductively. “You know, Charles,” she begins softly, “chess is fascinating, but... there are things that are even more exciting.”

Charles raises an eyebrow and looks at her curiously. “Oh? And what could be more thrilling than a good game of chess?”

Y/N leans slightly forward, her lips almost touching his. “Perhaps a wager?”

“A wager?” Charles repeats, his voice deepening. “What kind of wager?”

“For every move I make, I get to ask you a question, and you have to answer honestly,” Y/N suggests, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Charles smiles. “And if I win?”

Y/N leans back a bit, her eyes still on him. “Then you get to ask a question... or maybe demand something else.” Her voice is a whisper, but the intent is clear.

Charles agrees and moves his knight to the next square. “I accept the challenge.”

Y/N smiles with satisfaction, but her thoughts are already elsewhere. She makes her move with the queen, leans over the table, and murmurs, “Why do you always wear suits, even here at home? Are you trying to impress me?”

Charles grins slightly. “Maybe. Or perhaps I think it’s proper to dress well. Especially in your presence.”

“Charming,” Y/N murmurs as she makes her next move. Her gaze remains on him as she says, “But you know, there’s something you could wear that would look even better.”

“And that would be?” Charles asks, his voice growing deeper and rougher.

“Me,” Y/N replies challengingly.

Charles remains still for a moment, his eyes resting on her lips. But before he can react, Y/N teleports directly onto his lap.

He gasps in surprise, but Y/N wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him into a passionate kiss. The kiss becomes immediately intense. Their lips meet, and Charles starts to place his hands around her waist. Y/N feels his arousal pressing against her body.

“Y/N...” Charles murmurs as he breaks the kiss and looks at her with a longing gaze.

Y/N doesn’t answer. Instead, she reaches for the waistband of her pants, opens it, and lets them slowly fall to the floor. Charles watches every movement of hers, his breath quickening as she sits before him in only her underwear.

With a low growl, his hands slide lower from her waist. His fingers brush over the fabric of her underwear before he gently pushes it aside. As his fingers touch her, Y/N moans. Charles pauses, his eyes dark with desire.

“So wet already,” he murmurs roughly. “I’ve barely touched you.”

Y/N moans again as he presses his fingers gently against her. Her body trembles with desire, and Charles enjoys each of her reactions. Then he pulls his fingers back, unfastens his belt and the buttons of his trousers. His pants fall to the floor, and as he draws closer to her again, Y/N feels his arousal hard against her body.

Charles lifts her and places her on the table behind them. The cool surface of the wood contrasts sharply with the heat burning inside her. Y/N wraps her legs around his hips and pulls him closer.

Charles positions himself, and with a deep, longing groan, he enters her. Y/N’s head falls back, and a loud moan escapes her. Her fingers cling to his shoulders, pressing her body harder against his.

Charles moves faster, the heat between them becoming unbearable. Y/N feels her breathing quicken, her body trembling from intense pleasure. “Charles...” she murmurs, her voice a hoarse whisper, as she pulls him deeper into her.

Charles intensifies his rhythm. As his fingers slide between her legs again, Y/N reaches her climax. Her body shakes, and a loud moan escapes her. Charles groans deeply as he also reaches his peak. His movements become more intense before he releases himself inside her with one final, powerful thrust.

Both remain still for a moment, their foreheads resting against each other, breathing heavily and irregularly. The world around them seems to stand still as they savor the afterglow of their passionate moment.

“You’re really incorrigible,” Charles murmurs finally, his voice rough but with a satisfied smile.

Y/N laughs softly and pulls him into a gentler kiss. “And you love it,” she whispers against his lips as she snuggles closer to him.

[and-claudia]

Wheels (Kinktober #4) (young! Charles Xavier x fem!reader)

Warnings: smut!! 18+, mentions of injuries, this is post Cuba Beach Divorce so Charles is in his chair, lingerie, hickies, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks), reader is a mutant with electricity powers

Wordcount: 1900

Today was a rare occurrence at the school. There were no kids. They were all off on a field trip, leaving Charles and me alone in the massive mansion. However, he was taking advantage of this time to grade papers. And that just wouldn’t do. 

The chill of autumn could be felt throughout the mansion, so before leaving our room, I threw on a hoodie to cover up the black lacey lingerie I had put on. Then, I was off on my mission to distract Charles. 

When I got to the door to his office, I opened it slowly and then slipped in. He didn’t take his eyes off the paper he was currently reading and making marks on. 

“Hello darling, what brings you by?” 

“Oh, nothing.” I said, walking forward. 

I knew the way I said it would cause him some suspicion, and just as I had hoped, he glanced up at me before doing a double take and setting his pen down. 

“Darling, why aren’t you wearing pants?” He said with the faintest smile of amusement. 

I shrugged, “Seemed unnecessary.” I said before stretching dramatically, raising my arms up, causing the hoodie to rise and reveal the black lacy panties I had on. 

“Ah, I see,” He said to himself, “My love, as enticing as this seems, I have far too many papers to grade, and it will take too long to get to our room and get me out of my chair and into bed. And then it’s going to take a while to… it just isn’t the right time right now, darling, maybe later tonight.” He said. 

Ever since his injury, we have discovered that while everything still worked, it just took a bit longer for him to get hard and took a bit longer for him to finish, which I was in no way complaining about, but I knew it sometimes made him insecure. 

“I think you’re adding too many, unnecessary steps.” I said, grabbing the bottom of my hoodie. 

“Like?” 

“Well, I think this may help to jump-start things.” I said pulling the hoodie off. 

He hummed to himself as I tossed it to the side and gave him a little spin so he could see the whole thing. 

“I do quite like that one.” He said, leaning back in his chair, papers forgotten. 

“I know, that’s why I chose it.” I said, walking closer to his desk. 

Once I was close enough to it, I grabbed the papers and stacked them neatly to the side. 

“Is it working?” I asked, leaning forward, being sure to give him a clear view of my clevage. 

“Definitely starting to.” He said, not even attempting to hide where his gaze was. 

“Good.” I said, standing up and walking around the desk to him. 

“However, you’re forgetting one big detail, love.” He said, glancing down at his chair. 

“I’m not forgetting anything,” I said, reaching down and moving the lever to move his chair back. Once I was able to stand between him and the desk, I moved it again so that he leaned back slightly. 

“See?” I said, moving to carefully straddle his legs. 

“Oh.” He said before my lips were on his. 

He responded immediately to the kiss, wrapping his arms around me, hands going to grope my ass. I began grinding down on his lap as we continued to make out, helping him get harder. My hands came up, and I began to unbutton his dress shirt. Once I had it open enough, I began to trail my lips down to his neck. As I moved down, his hands made their way back to the front of my body and began squeezing my tits. I made sure to leave my mark on his neck before going back to his lips. 

I could definitely feel his erection growing. His hands then moved back down to my waist, and he began guiding me up sightly. 

“Let me return the favor.” He sighed against my lips. 

I sat up more in order to give him better access to my own neck, but as his kisses trailed further down, I knew he was trying to get to my breast rather than my neck. I happing obliged, rising up off his lap and sitting up all the way on my knees, giving him perfect access to my tits. He immediately began kissing them, being sure to give each one of them the same treatment, leaving little bites and hickeys there. He finally pulled away, admiring his work for a moment before guiding me back down to his lap. 

With my lips back on his, I reached down between us and began undoing his belt. 

“This okay? You ready?” I asked him between kisses. 

He nodded, and I slowly and carefully stood off of his lap, keeping my lips on his until the very last moment before getting down on my knees. Charles carefully lifted himself, using the arms of his chairs and I helped take off his pants and boxers he had on. I pulled them down to pool around his ankles. Then, as I got up, I took my time, stopping to press a few kisses trailing up his legs. I knew he couldn’t feel them, but it was one of the many ways I showed him that his condition didn’t bother me. 

I went to get back on his lap, but he stopped me. “Fair is fair, darling. Take them off," he said, nodding down to the black lace on my lower half. 

I smiled and did as he requested; I slipped them off and kicked them off to the side. Then, I carefully straddled his lap once again. My lips found his as my hands went to his hair. With his hands on my hips, he guided me down onto his cock. I gasped against his lips, causing him to smirk. No matter how many times he and I have had sex, the size of his cock always took my breath away. 

Once I caught my breath, I nodded for him to go ahead. He gave my hips a quick squeeze before he guided me up and down on his cock. His face was once again buried between my breasts as he worked on leaving even more marks in his wake. One of my hands gripped his hair, holding him in place as the other snaked down in between our bodies and found my clit. 

“Fuck.” I moaned loudly as he began to speed up my pace. 

He looked up at me, “You’re so beautiful, Yn, bouncing up and down on my cock… fuck.” He hissed, cock twitching slightly as he began to grow closer. 

I ducked my head down and kissed his lips once again. His mouth swallowed my moans of his name as I, too, soared toward my own climax. I pulled away and adjusted my position slightly. One hand was now gripping one armrest, and the other rested on the back of his chair by his head. This new position gave me better leverage to grind my hips against his. 

“Fuck, Charles, m’close. Fuck.” I said, not relenting on my pace. 

“Go ahead, darling, cum for me.” He said gently, but that was all it took. 

My walls gripped against his cock. The extra pressure sent him over the edge, and he came as well. He continued to guide my hips up and down, this time at a much slower pace, helping us ride out our highs. 

After we both caught our breaths, I moved to get off him, but he stopped me. 

“Don’t go, not yet… just stay a little longer.” He said quietly, almost as if he was embarrassed by the request. 

“Of course, baby. Anything for you.” I said, giving him a kiss.

I slouched down slightly so I could rest my head against his shoulder, face tucked into his neck. He held me close, hands running up a down my back lazily as I pressed the occasional kiss to his neck. His cock softened, but I stayed put for the time being. To be honest I could have and probably would have fallen asleep there if he hadn’t spoken up. 

“Everyone will be back soon… we should probably go get cleaned up.” He whispered, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere that had fallen over his office. 

I sighed but nodded before pressing one last gentle kiss to his neck, “You’re right.” 

I slowly lifted myself up off of him. I helped him get his pants and boxers back up. It wasn’t the most comfortable but we were heading to our quarters to clean up so he would be okay for a short time. I found the panties I had kicked to the side, and I was about to go grab the hoodie I had taken off earlier. 

“Wait…” He called, catching my attention, “May I?” He asked, nodding to the undergarment in my hand. 

I laughed and shook my head but tossed them him. He caught them and waited for me to turn around before he stuffed them into one of the drawers on his desk. I picked up my hoodie and put it on, pulling it down to cover myself. 

“Ready to go get cleaned up?” I asked once I had it on. 

“Yes.” He said before reaching over to put his chair back the way it should be. 

“Wait. My chair… it won’t let me put it back up straight…” He said, confused. 

“What?” I asked, walking forward to see what he was talking about. 

“I don’t know.” He said. 

As I got closer, I realized what had happened. 

“I think I may have let out a small zap when I came…” I said, pointing at where I had been gripping the back of his chair. There was a small burn mark there. 

Charles turned in his chair to see it and began laughing, “How are we going to explain this to Hank?” He said through his laughing. 

I groaned, not wanting to think about that.

“We’ll figure that out later. Will it still move?” I asked. 

He tested it, and sure enough, it did, thank god. 

“Let’s just go get cleaned up for now.” I said and he nodded. 

The next day: 

“What’s up with the lean, Charles? You trying to stay hip with the kids?” Hank said as Charles and I entered his lab, with me pushing his spare chair in front of me. 

“No, I am afraid it is stuck like this.” Charles said. 

“Oh, let me take a look.” Hank said, coming over. 

He took one look at the panel and was confused, “This thing is shot. Yn, was this you’re doing? What happened?” Hank said. 

Charles and I exchanged glances, and that was all it took for Hank to figure it out. 

“Really?” He asked in disgust. 

Charles smirked, and I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. 

“Can you fix it?” I asked. 

“Yeah… come on.” He said, moving to help Charles into the other chair. 

“Thank you, Hank.” Charles said as he sat down. 

“Yup… did you at least wipe it down when you were done?” Hank asked, slightly disgusted. 

“Yes, we did.” I reassured him. 

“Thanks… but next time, please don’t have sex in the chair, or at least be more careful, please.” He asked, causing Charles and I to laugh.

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- EASTER EGG BASKET | VII.

together, intertwined, mouths bruised with love and souls bitten

cw: kinktober prompt (spit roasting), fem reader, age gap (reader in their 20s & cherik in their 40s), set during first class but they’re older and the school’s already established more, unprotected sex, teacher’s pet!reader, eventual teacher-student relationship, background established cherik and a mention of alex x hank, power imbalance, dubcon, lowkey coercion, “slut” used one time by you @ you, southern!reader, controlling older men :3

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kinktober 2024

“And what do we have here?”

You stop your mindless floating in the pool, freezing at the sound of a deep male voice. You knew exactly who it was from the very first disappointed breath.

“Mr. Lehnsherr, um, fancy seeing you here.” You bite your lip, awkwardly kicking your legs back and forth since your mutant ability unfortunately isn’t catapulting your body out of water.

“Yes, in the manor’s off limits after hours pool, how funny.” Erik says flatly, unamused. “Lights out was five minutes ago, my dear, care to tell me why exactly you aren’t in bed?”

You sheepishly scratch the back of your neck, “I just wanted to come cool off, I was going right back to bed da- sir, I swear.”

Great. Now your cheeks are hot at your near slip up, something that your teacher seems to catch. His lips quirk up on a barely there smile, and you suddenly wished you had the strong will to drown yourself right here right now.

“Oh, I wish I could believe you.” He tuts, not as willing to let you get away with shit like Charles, but Erik has his own soft spot for you. “And what are you wearing? Because I know that isn’t one of the school’s swimsuits.”

The piece in question being a skimpy pink two piece, the bikini top covers only the upper half of your breasts and ends just under your nipples. The bottoms of your tits hang out through a cut out and the straps of the bottom rest high on your hips. The strings are held together by a little studded heart.

“It’s something from home, southern summers are hot, sir.” You don’t hide yourself away in newfound shame despite that being what you’re feeling.

You cross your arms under your boobs, pushing the ample mounds up and squishing them together. Erik’s cold eyes follow the movement and he swallows, but the same unimpressed look is still plastered all over his face. You want to pout and stomp your foot, but you’re lucky he hasn’t turned your ass in to Charles yet, maybe there’s a way for you to get out of this without a punishment of any kind.

“Yes, well.” His voice is gruff as he clears his throat, “Charles sent me to find you. He gets worried when you’re not where he expects you to be, where we both expect you to be, am I clear?”

Your guilt isn’t as believable when your ass cheeks are out for one of the teachers you’re insane over to leer at, but you do drown in it. You’re miles away from any family, and when your ultra religious southern family found out about you being a mutant, they called you a demon and promptly kicked you out. You’re lucky that Charles found you when he did, and the things he and later Erik learned that you had been through made them feel quite protective of you.

You know perfectly well that it feels good to be a teacher's pet at the top of the class who never does anything wrong in their eyes. To get male validation just for breathing in their general direction, especially when there are so many students here with similar if not worse sob stories. For you at least, it was love at first sight.

You just really needed this one little instance of rebellion, to do laps back and forth in the perfectly cool blue water until the thoughts of being stuck between teachers who are twice your age were washed away. And that was after you had played with your clit only to scream into your pillow because you couldn’t get over that peak.

“I know, I'm sorry it was just this one time. I’ll use the pool when it’s open during the day next time, I promise.” You nod, willing to just take the loss and say whatever Erik wants to hear so you go back to your dorm without this ever getting back to Charles’s ears.

With Erik, disappointing him is kind of sexy because he scowls and his biceps bulge when he crosses his arms before he scolds you. He has rough hands that you can so easily imagine smacking the shit out of you, and you don’t just imagine him hitting your ass either.

Plus, his comfort hit so much deeper when he would cup your face and stroke a thumb over your hair, letting you the softness seep into his gaze when you promise to be good.

With Charles, disappointing him is still sexy, but you feel awful much quicker. He’s a real “I’m not mad, just disappointed.” kind of man, and seeing the way his mouth twists and he refuses to even look you in the eye has you shrinking like a violet. It takes a lot more begging to get his attention and even more sincere promises to do better to get him to smile again, chuckling and fondly exasperated as he instructs you to run along.

Erik is still in the bulging biceps phase, glaring down at you at the edge of the pool until something unreadable flashes across his vision. “You know what? You’re right, you are sorry, why don’t I keep you company in the pool if you’re so stressed? Since you can’t be trusted to not wander off on your own right now.”

Your eyes widen to the size of marbles as you watch your teacher strip off his hoodie and shorts, down to only his bare body, and jump in the pool beside you. You sputter and hurriedly wipe away the water that splashes your face. Erik chuckles and swims to brush up against your front, immediately grabbing your waist and digging his fingers into your flesh.

His hands drift up to run along the sides of your breasts, groping you through the wet fabric. You trace his stubble and whimper into his mouth when he bites your lower lip. Your breath hitches, helplessly staring into his eyes, not fighting or pushing him away. He gets the answer that he wants to the question in his eyes and sweeps you into a kiss, the swolshing of the water moving around you is the only thing you can hear other than your thundering heartbeat.

The rest, as they say, is history. Because you’re making out with Erik in no time flat and humping his bare cock the best you can in the water when a familiar throat clearing sound goes off like a gun above you. The heavy clack of his oxfords pounding the wet tile surrounding the pool, the fancy french cologne that you’ve imagined stealing and spraying on your pillow.

There he is, you had to know in the back of your mind that once Erik had gotten there, it was only a matter of time before Charles followed. You lick away the string of spit connecting you and Erik and smile your most charming smile, still humping him even as Charles frowns.

“S-sir, we were just- I’m gonna go back to bed soon, honest.” It’s flimsy and a god awful apology but you’re too horny to care. You can make it up to him after somebody screws your brains out, not a second before.

And Charles knows already, you can feel him in your mind and while you’re definitely self conscious about what he sees, you can’t help but sigh in relief when he starts unbuckling his belt after rifling around in there for a minute. His blue eyes seem more vivid to you now, watered with color in the face of your wildly inappropriate feelings.

“Do not think I'm not still upset with you, young lady, we have curfews for a reason and if you can’t follow them, you’ll be confined to going to your classes and going straight to your dorm.” His melodic voice warns you, but you can only beam and nod so he sighs, resolving to tell you again when you don’t have a singular thought bubble with a picture of their cocks in your brain.

“Yes yes yes, I promise this won’t happen again, just please, sir.” You’re not above begging already, part of being a teacher’s pet means doing what you have to do to keep yourself on the pedestal they put you on.

Erik’s hands flex on your waist, “Now now, don’t be so eager, pet. Wouldn’t want you to get too cock hungry now would we?”

He says it like they obviously would but Charles shoots him a look and Erik laughs, going back to groping your tits through your bikini top. Charles soon slips into the water on your other side, and soon enough you’re sandwiched in between the both of them. Charles runs his hands down your back and settles them on your ass, sharply smacking the globes before telling Erik to sit on the edge of the pool.

“You’re going to give me more gray hairs than I already have, you know that?” Charles sighs, “It’s only fitting I take some of that stress out on this gorgeous body, hm, darling?”

“Uh huh, I’m so so sorry, sir.” You babble, pitching yourself forward to mouth at Erik’s bare length as Charles slides his hands around your hips and grinds against your ass.

Erik spreads his legs, “Greedy girl, come get it then.”

You suckle at the thick tip, flicking your tongue out to catch the drops of pre that leak out and take him down your throat as Charles pulls the strings of your bikini bottom loose. You squeal in pleasant surprise when he parts your ass cheeks to get a good look of your pussy underwater, running his thumbs over your folds and teasingly dipping into your hole.

You whine around Erik’s cock, already to the hilt, his balls resting on your chin. He chuckles and pats your cheek, goading Charles into giving the poor thing what she wants already, you might die of need on them.

“We’ve fantasized about this while we fucked on our own time, Charles, there’s no use in pretending any longer.”

You eagerly hum on Erik’s length, bobbing your head up and down, only faltering at the hint of Charles’s cockhead against your entrance. He teasingly swipes it through, slipping a few of his fingers in to stretch you enough while causing you too much pain. You have to face some kind of punishment after all, he and Erik will kiss it better later.

“Now, pet, keep your mouth where it is and relax your legs, let me in.” Charles pants, slowly sinking into your tight warmth as you suck Erik off.

Once you’ve adjusted enough, despite still reeling from the stretch and burn, his slow but deep thrusts push your head further into Erik’s lap. You look up at the latter with teary eyes, he laughs and brushes them away from your lower lash line, guiding you to bob your head more.

Charles hisses, fingernails scratching at your love handles as he picks up the pace. He loves the way you gag on Erik when he hits that sweet spot inside you, the way you can’t run away from either them or what they do to you or what you do to them. He knows that this moment was inevitable, always in motion and in the making since the day you met. You project your dirty little fantasies so loudly, Charles would have to lock the door to his classroom after every period so he could get himself off.

You gurgle around Erik, your nose buried in his trimmed pubes and inhaling his musk as you deepthroat him. Charles tightens his grip, moving to grope and play your ass from behind, his thrusts speed up even faster. Eventually the water is rippling around the three of you, the manor’s pool making mini waves as Charles’s girthier cock splits your pussy open.

You feel so full, your mind is so painted white that you can’t think about anything else but the long dick filling your mouth and the thick dick buried in your velvet grip.

“So good for us, if you were feeling restless you could’ve just sneaked into either one of our rooms. We wouldn’t have minded.” Someone says, maybe Charles, even though he would be the one who would protest too much before giving up the charade.

You give up on actively sucking Erik off and just let the force of Charles’s thrusts shoot you up and down to take his length into your mouth over and over and over. Blinking up at them in a daze as if you have no other thoughts in your puppy brain, just a bimbo slut for them to share and use between them. You drift in that sub space for ages, letting them direct your movements on their cocks like the most loved and well kept doll in the world.

“Fuck, darling!” Charles grunts, pounding your gummy walls and focusing on your choked up whines and moans.

Erik groans, his large hips jutting pistoning his aching dick into you, caught up in the embrace of your tongue and throat. The sight of your lips stretched obscenely wide around his meat. He wishes he took the time to slap his shaft against your face, demeaning you with the tip on the center of your lolled out tongue.

“Hottest little mouth I’ve ever fucked, be proud of that, dear.” Erik grits out, wrestling his pleasure from the depths of your gaping jaw.

Charles reverently kneads the fat of your globes and Erik lovingly caresses the apple shaped swell of your cheeks with his rough fingertips. Both of the cocks in you twitch as they spill inside, and your eyes flutter shut. You’re too busy drinking every drop of Erik’s salty seed to react to Charles finessing your clit until you're dirtying the pool water with your own orgasm. Your fluids float off to mix with the bits of Charles that leak out of you, and you’re almost genuinely sad at the thought.

They intertwine their fingers when they push in a cold metal buttplug back in Charles' room, which you come to find out is one they share. That sentiment is true about the room as well.

You and Alex avoid looking each other in the eye when he catches you coming out of their room on the way to class, and you see Hank passed out on the bed behind his opened door.

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Kinktober Day Four: Charles Xavier

Young! Charles Xavier x Female Reader | Face Sitting | 

Tags: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, Face Sitting, cunnilingus

Summary:  Charles has been trying to hide his feelings for you, but his powers have betrayed him. You've been having dreams—intensely erotic ones—of Charles, and you know he’s been sending them to you, albeit unconsciously. 

wc: 1.1K

| Day Three | | Kinktober Masterlist | | Day Five |

It started with the dreams. At first, you didn't think much of them, chalking them up to your own subconscious weaving together fleeting moments of attraction that you had for your friend—Charles. But then they became more vivid. Too vivid. Each time, the scenes were electric, pulling you deeper into desire that you hadn't fully realized you possessed until they filled your nights, leaving you breathless and restless.

It didn't take long to understand that these weren't just dreams. They were coming from him.

Charles had been different lately, too. More distant, more reserved, though there were moments when his eyes would linger on you a beat too long, his usual charm faltering into something else—something raw and unguarded.

You knew what you had to do.

The afternoon sun cast golden light over the sprawling garden behind the Xavier mansion, the perfect place for a private confrontation. You found Charles seated beneath one of the large oak trees, a book in his hands, though it was clear his mind was elsewhere.

"Charles," you called out softly, approaching him. His head snapped up, eyes wide for a moment before his expression softened. But you saw it—the flicker of apprehension behind his otherwise calm demeanor.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice steady but his hands fidgeting slightly with the book on his lap.

You took a deep breath, standing in front of him. "I know what you've been doing, Charles. Or... at least, I know what's been happening."

He blinked, confusion momentarily flashing across his features. "What do you mean?"

"The dreams," you said, heart pounding but unwilling to back down now. "They're not just mine. They're coming from you."

A sharp intake of breath escaped him, his face paling as he immediately looked away, shame and panic rising in his eyes. "I—I didn't mean for that to happen. I swear," he stammered, his usual composure cracking under the weight of his guilt. "I would never invade your privacy like that. It's just... I can't—" He paused, swallowing hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't stop thinking about you."

You knelt down in front of him, your face mere inches from his. "Why didn’t you say anything?"

Charles closed his eyes, his breath coming in shallow bursts as if trying to contain the storm of emotions building within him. "Because I can’t control it," he admitted, his voice breaking. "And because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. You deserve better than... this." His hands gestured weakly at himself, his expression a mix of longing and self-loathing.

For a moment, you simply stared at him, taking in the vulnerability etched into his features. Then you made a decision.

"You need to stop hiding, Charles. From yourself, from me," you said, your voice firm yet soft. "I don’t think you understand how much I want this, too."

His eyes opened, meeting yours with disbelief. "What?"

You didn’t give him a chance to question it further. Gently, you cupped his face in your hands, drawing him closer until your lips brushed against his. His gasp of surprise was quickly swallowed as you deepened the kiss, and for the first time, Charles didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned into it, his hands finding your waist, holding onto you as though you were the only thing tethering him to reality.

When you finally broke the kiss, you could feel the weight of the moment settling between you. His breaths were ragged, his usually sharp mind clouded with lust and uncertainty.

You smiled softly, brushing a thumb over his flushed cheek. "Let me take control, Charles. Let me show you what we both want."

He hesitated for a heartbeat, his fingers tightening around your waist before he nodded, his voice barely audible. "Okay."

With a gentle push, you guided him to lie back on the soft grass, his body pliant under your touch. The sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting dappled shadows across his face as he gazed up at you with wide, vulnerable eyes. For once, Charles Xavier, the brilliant and confident telepath, was completely at your mercy—and he seemed to relish it.

You settled onto his waist, feeling the tension ripple through his body as he struggled to keep his powers in check, trying to prevent his thoughts from spilling into your mind. But you didn’t need to read his mind to understand what was happening. The longing in his eyes and the slight catch in his breath as you hovered above him told you everything you needed to know.

Slowly, you moved,positioning yourself closer to his face, and felt his whole body tense beneath you. His hands hovered at your thighs, unsure, but you leaned down, your voice soft yet firm.

“Don’t hold back. I want this.”

His expression changed—his eyes darkened with desire, and without hesitation, his hands grasped your hips, pulling you down gently. The first touch of his mouth against your core sent a shiver through your body, drawing a breathy moan from your lips. Your fingers found their way into his hair, urging him on as you felt his focus shift entirely to you.

Charles responded with increasing fervor, the initial hesitation dissolving as he became lost in the moment. His tongue lapping against you, swirling your clit. His hands gripping your thighs as he immersed himself in pleasing you, his  meticulous control giving way to unrestrained passion.

The world around you faded, the soft sounds of the garden lost beneath the rush of your quickened breaths and the lewd wet noises Charles made as he focused solely on you.  Even without the use of his powers, you could feel the depth of his emotions—his yearning, his need, and his silent promise to give you everything.

As your climax neared, your body trembling with the intensity of it, you finally gave in, collapsing against him as waves of pleasures coursed through you. Your juices coating his face, his hands softened their grip,  pulling you close as he caressed your back, his breath warm against your skin as you both recovered.

Lying together in the tranquil aftermath, the quiet of the garden wrapped around you, a sense of calm settled in. Charles’ arms tightened slightly around you, and with a soft kiss against your temple, he whispered, “I’m sorry… for keeping this to myself for so long.”

Smiling against his chest, you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “You don’t need to apologize, Charles. I just want you to stop holding back.”

And in that moment, for the first time, it felt like he truly let go.

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Hank McCoy (Beast) x reader SMUT

Hank is in his Beast form in this one :3

warnings: 18+ mdni, dirty talk, no plot, knotting, size difference, unprotected sex (p in v) ( I think that’s it :3)

You and Hank have been dating for a good four months now, considering the fact that he doesn’t get romantically involved with anyone as much just to keep his focus on teaching and his science.

“I think..I’m ready.” Beast said as he came into your room without knocking, sitting down on the bed next to you, making it creak under his weight.

“Ready for what?” You asked, placing a cute blue hair bow in your high ponytail, dropping your hands in your lap afterwards to pay full attention to him.

“I’m ready to have sex with you.” Beast got straight to the point, taking a deep breath in as he was getting nervous, his blue fuzzy hands were becoming clammier by the second. You softly nodded as you turned your body to fully face him.

“Okay, but just to let you know, I’m a pillow princess.” You said as you giggled, getting up and laying down comfortably in the bed, beckoning him over with your finger.

You let out a happy squeal as he crawls on top of you and connects his mouth with yours, starting the kiss off slowly and soon deepening it. You and Beast were now at the point where you two were feeling each other up, grabbing at what you could. Beast growled lowly as he grabbed a handful of your ass, kneading and spanking it as his mouth never left yours.

You looked up at Beast with eyes full of lust as he slowly took off your clothing, kissing any and all skin that was in sight. Now that you were both naked, he made sure to kiss and licked every spot of your body. From top to bottom. His lips leaving hot, needy kisses in the right places.

“Are..you going to use a condom?” You spoke up softly, worried for the outcome of all this. You were on birth control either way but you just wanted to be in the safe side.

“I wasn’t planning on it, but do you have one?” Beast asked as his blue lips lingered on the soft spot of your neck, you softly shook your head. You never had condoms on you, you figured you might as well start leaving some around after this.

“Raw it is then.” Beast licked his lips as he ran his tip over your clit, making you bite your lip and let out soft moans, your hips grinding at the yearn for more relief.

Beast let out a low groan as he positioned his cock to run between your folds, teasing you by the second as you let more noises slip form your mouth.

“Beast..please..” You pleaded as you looked up at him, now trapped as he had one arm supporting him on the bed and the other guiding his dick.

“Please what? Good girls use their words.” Beast said in a more husky tone, looking down at you with that big smirk in his face. You were already soaking wet during the make out session, it made it easier for him to be sliding up and down your folds.

“Oh..please just fuck me..please..” You can just feel how huge he was as he stayed buried in your folds, leaning back in a certain position to see you try to relief yourself on him. Beast let out a low sigh as he finally pushed himself into you, both of you moaning at the contact. He stretched you out so much, it felt bigger than any toy you ever used, and that says a lot.

“Shit..is that all of it?” You asked in a high pitched tone, already feeling so full. Beast chuckled as he leaned down to speak right by your ear.

“That’s just the tip sweetheart.”

You let out a groan. Not in frustration, but a groan of pleasure as he continued to sink himself deeper into your cunt, your slickness helping him slide in easier. You kept moving your hands as your bangs kept falling over your face, Beast grunted and pulled the bow off your hair, grabbing it one hand and grabbing your hair in the other, pinning the loose hair with the bow to keep it out the way.

Beast let out a low moan as his skin met yours, the warmness letting you know that he was now balls deep in your pussy. Beast bit into your shoulder as he let you adjust to him, kissing and licking your shoulder occasionally. You tapped his chest to give him the go.

Beast took a deep breath in as he pulled out to the tip and slammed himself back in, causing you to arch your back off the bed, moaning louder than before at the harsh thrust.

“Oh look at that beauty..I can see my print in your stomach..” Beast breathlessly said as he made you look down at the bulge that was in your stomach, moving with the movement of his hard thrusts.

“Oh Beast..oh fuck! It feels so good!” You moaned loudly as your grabbed the back of your knees and lifted them up to your head, your eyes rolling back at the deeper level of the new position, you felt so full, and it felt so good.

The slapping of skin against skin was loud, the sound mixed with pure moans of pleasure, grunts, gasps, and whines.

“So close Beast..I’m so close..” You moaned loudly, biting hard on your lower lip as you looked up at him. He smirked as he grabbed you and effortlessly flipped you over on your hands and knees in a doggy position. You instantly arch your back, your plump ass up high in the air as your breasts were smushed on the mattress. He plunged back into you, causing you to let out another loud moan. The bed was creaking at his point as the frame hit the wall, making a loud thudding sound.

If the neighbors had no clue what was going on before, they do now.

“Can you take my knot like a good girl? Hm?” Beast asked lowly as he nibbled on your earlobe, causing you to shiver and shake your head.

“It..it won’t fit..”

“I’ll make it fit.”

You were about to protest but you already felt a weird sensation as something kneaded into you, stretching you out even more if that was even possible. A loud moan was heard from you and Beast as he got his knot inside you.

Your cunt clenched around him as you finally cummed, your legs shaking as your back arched even more, throwing your head back as you let out the loudest moans known to earth. Beast let out a low hiss as he felt the clenching around his cock and his knot. He kneaded and kept his hands on your ass as he emptied his entire load into you, groaning as his knot kept him in place.

You both soon grounded yourselves after your highs, laughing softly as he was still knotted into you although he was admiring the view of some of his pearly white cum dripping out the tight space. After a good half hour, he was able to separate himself from you.

In an instant, your pussy was dripping purely of his cum, and he stood up as he was still letting out cum. This man had the biggest load you’ve ever taken. He was a little embarrassed about it but soon calmed down as he watched you plunge two fingers into your own cunt and swirl them around, collecting his cum and bringing it up to your mouth, tasting yourself and him combined.

Beast cleaned you and himself up, changing the sheets and inviting you into the bed for a good horror movie.

And in case you were wondering, no, you weren’t able to walk for a good three days.

[charlesfavmutant]

make more charles xavier smut petition

PLEASE ANYONE SOMEONE MAKE MORE I'M DESPERATE PLEASEEEE IM BEGGING YOU THERE ISN'T ENOUGH THAT EXISTS I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK TO WATTPAD (YES THAT'S HOW DESPERATE I AM)

[l0calweeb]

Kinktober 2024

Yes I'm aware I'm a day late, I've been super busy :) 18+ only please

To start I'm very aware that I'm doing this unconventionally, but for each day I'll use a random number to correspond with the prompt. All of these are X-men/ marvel related as currently its my hyperfixation.

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[ ] Kurt wagner- tail

[ ] Kurt- priest/ forbidden

[ ] Azazel- worship

[ ] Charles xavier- mind fucking

[ ] Magneto- chains

[ ] Logan howlett- rut

[ 2 ] Peter maximoff- human vibrator

[ ] Rogue- gloves

[ ] Deadpool- mask

[ ] Gambit- cockwarming

[ ] Peter- public sex

[ ] Charles- thigh riding

[ ] Agatha harkness- toys

[ ] Ralph bohner- phone sex

[ ] Ralph/agnes- 3some

[ ] Logan- drunk sex

[ ] Wade/logan- 3some

[ ] Kurt- mutual mastubation

[ ] Alex summers- talking through it

[ ] Pietro- first time

[ 1 ] Logan- size kink

[ ] Kurt- breeding

[ ] Logan- claws

[ ] Peter- somnophilia

[ ] Kurt- knotting

[ ] Peter- edging

[ ] Pietro- shower sex

[ ] Mystique- stripping

[ ] Wanda- hands

[ ] Peter- overstimulation

[ ] Alex- car sex

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If you would like to be tagged in any of the below you're welcome to comment (again don't ask if you're a minor, it makes me uncomfortable)

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[mutual-monsters]

tobe's 2024 kinktober masterlist

hey! i know i have been gone for a long time (it’s kind of a long story– fanfiction writer’s curse, y’know?) but i kinda thought that if i tried kinktober it might help me start writing again. I’m really sorry because i feel like i’ve let you guys down. I’m sorry for disappearing and not posting. i hope you guys can understand.

i’m (obviously) not gonna write for ever day, but i do want to try to write for a handful of them. i’ll have some dates listed below. i hope i can make all of them, but try not to be upset if a miss a couple. 

some of the days will be headcannons (highlighted in green) and some of them will be short oneshots (highlighted in purple). i’ll try to give names to the oneshots as the come out.

also, i tried to pick some characters that are new to my blog, partially as a challenge to me, and also because i’ve had a lot of ideas since the last time i posted. 

this event, along with my entire blog, is 18+.

October 11– dumbification & degradation + ransom drysdale 

October 12 15 – handjob & mask + richie kirsch

October 18 – praise + mickey altieri

October 19 – hypnosis + beetlejuice

October 25 – corruption + gideon graves

October 26 – breeding + bucky barnes

October 31 –  wet dreams & mind control (via cilil on tumblr) + dark!charles xavier