#james mcavoy × reader

[nothots-headempty]

Hush, My Darling

Paddy × reader

Summary: Paddy knows just the way to keep your sweet mouth under control

Word count: 2k+

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, gunplay, condescension, dirty talk, minors dni, 18+ under the cut

Author's note: trust James McAvoy to get me obsessed enough to start writing again. I have one functioning brain cell right now and it's a slut for Patrick Feld. Kinda sorta not proof read.

Your moans could have brought down the entire house, but with Paddy's cock filling you up so good, just like you'd been dreaming of, the thought of someone listening is not even on the back burner.

Your fingers are grasping at anything they can find, his hair, his back, the sheets, in the hope that you dont combust from the sheer obscenity of the words he's been letting loose against your neck.

"So fucking tight, baby. So wet just for me.", he groans halfway through, hands scooping under your body to fuck you from some ungodly angle your mind can't even process.

He hasn't stopped teasing every part of you he can find, not for a second - toying with your breasts, sucking on your collar bone to leave a hickey you won't hide even if you could, hands tangled in your hair, pulling just a little too hard.

You moan out loud again, his cock stretching you from the inside out until all you can feel is the pressure of him on top, him inside, him below, him everywhere.

"Hush, love. Don't want your mother finding her adorable baby girl being a nice little hole for me to fuck, now, do we?" His palm slides along your body to cover your mouth, but your cunt is already wetter at the idea of being caught like this, wrapped in his arms, his cock sliding in, fucking you into oblivion. Your pussy leaks down onto your thigh, leaving a cool, wet patch on your friction chafed skin.

He notices. Of course, he does.

"Someone likes that.", he murmurs with a smirk. With no warning, he pulls out of you then, your indignant whine trapped in your throat as he pulls open his bedside drawer, the shining metal of a revolver throwing off shadows in the lamp-light.

"I know just the way to shut that dirty little mouth of yours." His smile is almost sweet, almost as if you're discussing Church plans for Sunday. And then there's that glint in his eyes that makes your breath hitch.

With one strong hand to push your legs apart, he touches the tip of the revolver to the inside of your knees, a mewl escaping your lips before you can school it.

"Bad girls get punished. You should know that." The revolver traces a line along your thighs, the cool metal contrasting the heat his body had left moments ago. You shiver, straining against his hold on your legs, your eyes falling shut for a second, drowning in the deluge assaulting your senses.

You jolt upright when you feel a nudge against your clit, propping yourself onto your elbows to find him running the gun through your folds, a perverse smile on his lips.

"Watch me, sweetheart. Eyes. On. Me.", he warns, his gaze burning through yours as he pushes the weapon inside you. You bite your lips, embarrassment flooding through you as you feel your cunt clench on the hard metal, your juices running down its sides.

"So fucking greedy for anything that will fill her up." His pupils are blown wide, eyes transfixed on the sight before him, the throb of your pussy, the easy sliding of the gun, in and out, in and out, his hands pumping faster every second.

"Paddy, I'm gonna-", you mumble uselessly. But of course he won't let you. "Not yet, love. We must teach you to be quiet first."

And with that your cunt is left sorely empty again, the man climbing up your body like an animal sizing up his kill for the day. The gun, now wet and even cooler, drags along your stomach, the valley of your breasts, until it rises against your neck.

"Open up, sweetheart.", he smirks, pushing his thumb between your lips to force them apart. You know what's coming, and still your heart speeds up a million times when you feel the metal invading your mouth, the taste of yourself instantly coating your tongue.

You resist the urge to let your eyes fall shut, your gaze held hostage by his, a satisfied smile now playing at his lips. There's a certain pride in his look and you wonder just for a second if it's about you at all or just some twisted victory he feels in this moment.

But that thought, and any other you've had in a while, is washed clean from your mind when his cock enters you again in one swift stroke, seating him deep inside you, your strangled gasp reverberating around the barrel of the gun.

"Now, suck on it.", he commands.

Your tongue rises to the bait before you can even think, licking your fluids off, your cheeks hollowing out to feel the metal intrusion in your mouth.

He groans against your skin, his cock still, pulsing inside you. "Such a good little whore. Would do anything for me, won't you?" You nod as best you can, your mouth more occupied with his order.

He buries his face in your neck, starting to move again, the pace this time leaving no room for talk. The only sounds now were your moans muffled by the threat of destruction on your tongue, his shallow breaths rushing off the walls as he thrust deeper and the slap and sweat of skin on skin as he sped up, erratic, close.

He licks a broad stripe from your shoulder your jaw, waiting there to bite on the skin, almost drawing blood. The tears are on the verge of falling out of your eyes now and when he sees them he just laughs.

"Too much for you, am I, love? Filling you up too good? Hurts, does it?" But even he knows you're too cock-drunk to answer now. Your eyes close this time as you ride that pleasure-pain impasse, feeling the pressure build somewhere deep inside your belly.

His pace staggers as he feels your pussy clench around him, strokes flowing more into a deep grind, his cock throbbing for release.

"Cum for me, baby. Give me what I want.", he rasps. His words set you free, teeth almost biting down too hard on the gun as you let your release wash over you.

You feel his hips falter moments later, that tell tale sign before he spills inside you, slamming into you harder and harder until you've milked him for all hes worth.

Theres silence around you now, a blanket of peace, your bodies spent, your breaths still needing to be caught.

He collapses against you, his smile evident in the curve of his lips against your neck. You welcome the weight of him, legs wrapping around his waist to keep his slowly softening cock still buried inside you for a little while longer.

Back up on his elbows, he takes his time, slowly pulling the revolver out of your mouth, the final inch leaving your lips with a soft *pop*. He presses the barrel against your chin, his forehead resting on yours as he captures your swollen lips in another kiss, fingers massaging your aching jaw.

The smile on his face broadens as he pulls back, the fucked out bliss on your features reflecting in his. He tosses the gun somewhere into the pillows, bracing himself on his elbows on both sides of your head as he peppers kisses on your cheek, your neck, your lips.

"The things you do to me, baby. I'd have to keep you here forever to show you."

He pulls out of you, your cunt now grasping on nothing but disappointment as he pulls you onto his chest. Your arms snake around his neck, kissing his jaw, running your nose through his scruff.

"Keep me as long as you like, Paddy. I'm all yours.", you mumble, innocent to the implications of your words, your face hidden in his neck as you begin to drift off. His fingers soothe your hair, a kiss planted on your forehead before he settles in for the night, the plans in his mind, the filth in his thoughts, all still far from touching your reality.

"You are mine, baby. Always will be."

[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.

[4ever-feral]

I CAN TAKE ALL THREE OF THEM…..NOT IN A FIGHT 🥵

[jamesmcalover]

Dreamwalking

First Class!Charles Xavier x Mutant!Reader

Warnings: a bit spicy i guess? but no actual smut. idk what happened here... not proof read

Summary: the reader has the ability to enter people's dreams and stumbles across the one of Charles Xavier

Until finding out that mutants existed, you've never thought of your ability as a mutation, it was more of a spiritual skill to you, maybe even a blessing.

"Dreamwalking" is it what you called it. The ability to visit someone's dream, appear in their unconscious mind, manipulate it, or your favourite activity – fuck with them. Since dreaming is such a mystery to the world, you can easily go unnoticed when entering someone's dream and creating loops, for example. One time, you trapped a person in a recurring loop, where they experienced the same scenario over and over again, believing they've woken up only to find themselves still in the dream. Of course you have never done this with cruel intentions, it was purely for your personal entertainment.

It was almost like a routine for you, that's what you had always done. Until the night you stumbled into Charles Xavier's dream by accident.

You weren’t looking for anyone in particular – just wandering through the usual sea of minds as you often did, seeking out a little mischief to keep yourself entertained. But then, out of nowhere, you found yourself in a dream unlike any you’d ever encountered. You were expecting to find the usual chaos of unconscious thoughts and memories. But what you encountered was something entirely different. A fortress of mental defenses, meticulously constructed, each layer more intricate than the last. It was structured, orderly, almost as if someone had consciously crafted it. Curiosity got the better of you, and you pushed further, expecting to uncover the secrets of some overly disciplined mind. Instead, you walked right into the mental landscape of Charles Xavier. The moment you realized whose dream you were in, a chill ran down your spine.

The infamous Professor X was no stranger to you. A man who could read minds and bend the will of others with a mere thought. You had encountered him a few times before in a bar that you regularly visited, spoke a few times with him, but nothing ever really happened between the two of you. Even if there was no doubt of attraction from both sides. The Professor had a certain charm to him, that was definitely no secret, you've watched him flirt many times.

You figured that toying with his mind would be your greatest challenge yet, the ultimate test of your abilities.

But it almost seemed as if Charles had been expecting you, waiting for you to make your move. You had no idea how you’d ended up there, but one thing was clear – this was no ordinary dream, and you were no longer the one in control.

His mind didn’t seem very unconscious; it was as if he were awake, fully aware of your presence. That shouldn't have been possible – you weren’t supposed to be able to enter the mind of someone who was awake. Yet here you were, standing in the middle of his dreamscape, feeling an eerie sensation creeping through your body. The dream was too lucid, too controlled, as if he were orchestrating every detail with precision. The air felt thick with anticipation, and the familiar sense of power you usually had in others’ dreams was absent, replaced by a gnawing unease.

You were the intruder, but it felt like he was the one who had allowed you in, as if he had opened the door to his mind on purpose. That realization made you shiver, because if he was aware of you, it meant he could see you, could sense you. And if he could sense you, he could stop you. For the first time, you wondered if maybe you’d wandered too far, if perhaps you’d finally met someone who could turn your favorite game against you.

As the unsettling realization dawned on you, the dreamscape around you shifted subtly, the edges sharpening as if the world itself was honing in on your presence. Then, out of the silence, a calm yet commanding voice resonated through the space, wrapping around you like a vise.

"I’ve been expecting you."

The voice was unmistakable – Charles Xavier’s, clear and deliberate, with a weight that made your heart skip a beat. His words weren’t a question but a statement, as though he had known you would find your way into his mind eventually.

"You’re talented, I’ll give you that," he continued, his tone measured and controlled, "but did you really think you could wander through my thoughts unnoticed? This isn’t a playground, and you’ve ventured into dangerous territory."

The dreamscape solidified further, and you felt the weight of his gaze even before you saw him. When he finally appeared before you, his expression was serene, but his eyes held a depth of understanding that made it clear – you have lost every last ounce of control you might still have had left in that moment.

As Charles appeared before you, his presence dominating the dreamscape, the environment around you began to shift, reacting to his will rather than yours. The walls of the dream narrowed, the colors dimming until everything seemed to fade into a muted gray. The ground beneath you felt unstable, like it could collapse at any moment, but Charles remained steady, his gaze unwavering.

"You're not here by accident," he said, stepping closer, his voice resonating with a calm authority. "Something drew you to me, whether you intended it or not."

You tried to push back, to exert some control over the dream, but it was like pressing against a brick wall. Your powers, usually so reliable, felt sluggish, ineffective under the weight of his mind. For the first time, you felt truly vulnerable, as if you were the one being manipulated.

Charles tilted his head slightly, as if considering his next words carefully. "You have potential, but your actions show a lack of direction, a misunderstanding of the responsibility that comes with your power."

Before you could respond, the dreamscape shifted again, this time to a familiar place—a room from your past, one you hadn’t thought of in years. The memories attached to it were private, intimate, yet here they were, laid bare before him.

Charles's gaze lingered on you as the dreamscape transformed into that intimate room from your past. The walls seemed to pulse with the echoes of your old memories, shadows flickering like half-remembered dreams. He stepped closer, the air charged with a tension that seemed to crackle with each movement.

"You're not just a curiosity to me," he said, his voice now soft, almost seductive. "There's something intriguing about you. Something that's far more than just your powers."

You felt a mix of frustration and an unexpected flutter of excitement.

This wasn't how you'd expected the encounter to go. The dream, once a playground for your mischief, now felt like a stage set for something far more intense. Charles's eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of you in this charged space.

"Do you really think you can understand me, just by manipulating me?" you challenged, your voice carrying a note of defiance. But even as you spoke, you could feel the heat between you growing, his presence so overwhelming it was almost tangible.

Charles's lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. "I'm not trying to control you. I'm trying to understand what drives you. And I think," he said, his tone dropping to a whisper, "that you might be more complicated than you let on."

He reached out, brushing his fingers lightly against your arm. The touch was electric, sending a shiver up your spine.

The warmth of his skin against yours was almost too real, and you could feel the pull of attraction despite the situation's inherent strangeness.

"Maybe we should explore this connection further," he suggested, his voice low and enticing. "There's a lot more to discover about your power."

Before you could respond, Charles closed the distance between you. His lips found yours in a kiss that was as intense as it was unexpected. The kiss was both a challenge and an invitation, a way to bridge the gap between the fierce intellect and raw attraction that had been building between you.

You hesitated for a heartbeat, caught off guard by the intensity of the moment. But then, giving in to the magnetic pull between you, you deepened the kiss, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer. The dreamscape around you seemed to blur as the kiss consumed you both, transforming the scene into a private cocoon of desire and exploration.

Charles's hands roamed over your back, drawing you into his embrace, the kiss growing more fervent, more urgent.

You responded in kind, matching his passion with your own, every touch and caress revealing a layer of the complex emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface.

"Tell me," Charles said softly, his voice almost gentle now, "what is it you truly seek? Power? Control? Or is there something else you’re running from?"

"I'm not running", you said confidently as you leaned back a little to look at him properly. His fingers were still dancing over your back and your body responded with goosebumps.

"Are you not?", he asked, his accent almost thicker as it usually was, "why are you doing this then? Manipulating so many dreams?"

You weren't sure what the answer to his question was. Why did you do it? Maybe you did seek a little power from time to time...

You shrugged your shoulders, tired of talking about your powers when there was a handsome man right in front of you to kiss. Your fingers toyed with the hair in his neck as he mustered you intensely. Then he kissed you again, this time, more forcefully. He grabbed your hips pulling you forward to meet his own hips. A moan escaped your mouth and Charles grunted. If it hadn't already been a dream, you would have thought it was one.

In this shared dream, the boundaries between control and surrender, power and vulnerability dissolved into a shared, heated connection. What began as a struggle for dominance had become a dance of passion and desire, where every touch, every whisper, spoke of a deeper, unspoken bond between you

[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.

[gus-the-goldfish]

Paddy knows best

Summary: You guys fuck, i dont have a summary, sorry.

Rating: 18+ minors avert your eyes

Length: ~2.9k

WARNINGS: established relationship, smut!, dubcon! (just in case), oral (m receiving), nicknames, crying, spanking, Paddy is mean, a bit fluffy towards the end

A/N: shout out to my friend for inspiring me to write porn without having the slightest clue i even write. and also to James Mcavoy for making me horny enough to do it. There are probably mistakes in here, my english is certainly not the best

“on your knees.”

He didn’t say anything more than that, because he didn’t have to, you were already dropping to the floor between his spread legs, waiting for instruction.

You didn’t touch him, not yet. Not before he allowed you to because if there is one thing Paddy hated it was you disobeying him and you really didn’t want his wrath to be directed at you.

He took a swig of his bottle and watched you with an unreadable expression, taking in the sight of you kneeling before him, as you should. He absolutely loved seeing you like this. So pretty and obedient, waiting for his approval and command.

He touched your face softly, tracing the contour of your lips with his thumb before gripping your jaw firmly, forcing you into a more upright position.

You didn’t flinch, not anymore. You followed his movement without hesitation and why wouldn’t you? Paddy knew best. That’s what he told you over and over and you believed him. Trusted him. He never did anything you didn’t deserve, right?

You were painfully aware of the blood pumping in your veins when he leaned closer to you and you could smell the alcohol on his breath, it lingered in what little space was left between you and clouded your mind further. It was unconscious by now but you always got even more compliant when he had drunk, knowing he could be especially cruel in this state.

The grip on your jaw got tighter as Paddy angled your face the way he wanted, taking you in from all angles imaginable. “Such a pretty little thing you are…”

He kissed you then, nothing hot and heavy, just a little peck to the corner of your mouth before he used his grip on you to shove you away. He leaned back against the cushion of the couch and, without taking his eyes off of you, began to unbuckle his belt and open his pants. He only pushed his pants and underwear down enough to get his cock, already hard and leaking, out.

He stroked himself languidly with his eyes still trained on you. A small grin grew on his face when he noticed your eyes flittering between his face and cock. It was unnerving, really, the way he looked at you, like something dark was shimmering right below the surface but every reasonable thought concerning the men before you had left you a long time ago.

Your breathing got heavier when he fisted the hair at the back of your head and pulled you closer to his crotch. He slapped both your cheeks a couple of times with his cock, smearing his pre cum across your skin. Once he was satisfied he used the tip of his cock to tap your lips, coaxing your mouth open.

“that’s right, open up for me.”

And you did. He pushed into your mouth, just the tip for now, and groaned when you sucked it like a lollipop, letting your tongue dip into the slit. The slightly salty taste of his pre cum hit your tongue and made you moan, sending vibration through him. He muttered a quiet “fuck” as his hips bucked up, forcing more of him into you.

“there you go sweetheart, making me feel so good, huh? That’s what you’re here for. Taking care of me like a good fucking girl.”

His praise spurred you on and you took him deeper, as deep as you could until you could feel him in the back of your throat. You couldn’t possibly take all of him so you wrapped your hand around what couldn’t fit into your mouth and stroked it in rhythm with your bobbing head.

Paddy watched you intensely with a raised eyebrow and a menacing, almost cruel grin plastered across his face as you worked him over with your hand and mouth, drawing moans and grunts from him. Only when your free hand started to carefully massage his balls did he break eye contact and let his head fall against the back of the couch, a deep moan echoing in the room around you.

“keep going baby, don’t fucking stop.”

You ignored your burning throat and watery eyes for as long as you could, you wanted to make him feel good, wanted him to know how much you appreciated everything he did for you but you had to let him fall from your mouth when your lungs screamed for air. You coughed and sniffled, tried to take a few deep breaths before leaning forward and licking a broad stripe from the bottom right to the tip, tracing the most prominent vein with your tongue before going back down again.

You replaced your hand with your mouth, licking over his balls and massaging them with your tongue as you stroked his cock faster, twisting your hand as you got closer to his leaking tip.

“f-fuck… come here,” the grip on your hair tightened as he used it to pull you up and manhandled you into one of his favorite positions; on your knees, upper body dropped to the cushion below you to create a nice arch of your back, ass up and on full display for him. This position is one of the reasons he liked to make you wear those little dresses. Just flip up the hem and there you go, easy access to his favorite parts of you.

You just lay there, cheek squished against the cushion as you watched him out of the corner of your eye, trying really hard not to wiggle your ass at him to make him hurry up already. A shuddering breath left you when he finally touched you and you couldn’t resist pressing more firmly against him when he kneaded your cheeks in his hands. Though he could be gentle every now and then, this was not on of those times, the way he grabbed, kneaded and even raked his short nails over your flesh bordered on cruel and you knew there would be bruises. And like so many times before, you would wear them with pride.

“fucking filthy,” Paddy hissed under his breath, his hand shoved between your legs to rub at your soaking wet pussy. “So fucking wet from having my balls in your mouth… you just love sucking my cock, huh?” he leaned over you to show you how drenched his fingers were before smearing your own juices over your mouth.

Your tongue darted out on instinct, humming as you tasted yourself on his fingers. Though Paddy loved to see you like this, he did not like to be ignored and so his hand came down hard on your left ass cheek. “I asked you a fucking question!”

You mewled at the mix of pain and pleasure, squeezing your eyes shut as his hand came down again. “Y-yes! I love sucking your cock.”

Satisfied, Paddy straightened back up again and grabbed your hip with one hand while the other fisted his cock, positioning himself at your sopping entrance. “I know you do. And you will love what comes next even more.”

And just like that, he bottomed out in one hard stroke, not bothering to open you up first or waiting for you to adjust before starting to jackhammer into you, because why should he? Youre going to take him anyway, wont you?

The force of his thrusts punched the air out of your lungs, a scream got caught in your throat as you lay there, just taking whatever he was giving you. One of his hands stayed glued to your hip as his other found its place on the back of your neck to press your further into the cushion, ensuring you couldn’t run from him even if you tried.

You tried to scream, to moan, to whine but with his grip on your neck you couldn’t get enough oxygen into your lungs to get any sound out. You felt yourself get lightheaded, could see dark spots dancing around your vision as his cock drilled further into you, almost splitting you in half.

Just as you thought you would pass out, Paddy decided to change position and pulled out of you and sat back against the back of the couch.

You sucked air into your burning lungs, pathetically trying to even your breathing as you coughed with watery eyes. The small moment of peace was interrupted when he pulled you on his lap and immediately made you take him once again with a deep groan.

“Fuck. That’s it, squeezing me nice and tight.”

You moaned and gripped his shoulder as you settled down, feeling him twitch inside you with how hard you were squeezing him. Knowing Paddy hated when you made him wait, you immediately started to move, not yet bouncing but grinding back and forth until you were a little better adjusted to him.

And, surprisingly, he didn’t seem to mind. He was grinning like a fool as he watched your facial expression contort in pleasure, little moans and whines falling from your lips. He, eventually, got impatient and slapped your ass once to get you moving, getting cruel excitement from the way you hissed in pain.

You started to move up and down his length, falling into a rhythm you knew he liked; slow, but hard, drawing quiet grunts and breathy moans from him an oh, the sounds were beautiful. It was your turn to be greedy now, you wanted to hear more, louder, wanted him to fall apart beneath you. One of your hands found purchase in his hair and tugged hard and god, the moan it tore from his throat was delicious and echoed in the room around you.

He bit his lip, trying to quieten the sounds that wanted to escape when you did it again, his hands clutching your hips through the bunched up fabric of your dress so hard his knuckles turned white.

You touched his face, thumb prying his lip from between his lips before you leaned forward for a heated kiss full of tongue and knocking teeth which Paddy returned without any hesitation, easily dominating you as he sucked your tongue and bit your lip.

You moaned into his mouth when he started to buck his hips up against you forcefully, throwing you out of your rhythm to start his own. You could feel his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust and let your forehead fall against his, to weak to keep it up on your own. Your moans grew louder, your legs hurt but you still tried to match his thrusts with your own as you begged, “P-please!”

Paddy laughed, a deep rumble vibrating in his chest. “Please? Please what, sweet thing? You want to cum, hm? Is that what you want?”

“Y-yes! Yes, please,  please, please let me cum!”

You sounded pathetic, absolutely pathetic, and you knew it. And Paddy? He loved it. He loved your fucked out expression, loved how you begged him, relied on him to make you cum, to make you feel good.

“Oh, don’t you worry, love-,” he adjusted his grip on you, one arm thrown around your waist to press your upper body against his as the other took a hold on your ass, “-you will.”

A threat? A promise? You didn’t know and it didn’t matter, Paddy knew what you deserved and would give it to you, be it punishment or reward. He knew best.

With your movements restricted by his arms, you could do little more than take it. Mewling and whimpering as he fucked into you, his own breath got ragged when your walls tightened around his cock. You were a sweaty mess above him, babbling about needing to cum and how good he felt inside you as you got closer to your climax.

It was right there, you could practically taste it and Paddy knew, he always knew. He shifted underneath you, changing the angle just a tiny bit and with the next thrust you screamed his name to whatever perverted entity was listening. He hit that one spongey spot inside you over and over again until you couldn’t take it anymore, your walls clamped down around his cock, trying to pull him with you.

“oh, fuck-,” a groan interrupted whatever he wanted to say and he grabbed you by the hair, pulling your face that was tucked against his neck up to look into his eyes. He scanned your face, noticing the wet streaks of tears running over your cheeks. He stopped his thrusts but stayed buried deep inside of you as he laughed breathlessly at the sound of your sobs.

 “Oh, you poor thing,” he grabbed your jaw in one of his hands, squishing your cheeks as he mockingly pouted at you, “no need to cry now, we are not done yet.”

And next thing you knew your back hit the couch and Paddy kneeled between your opened legs, stroking his cock to the sight of your teary and slightly unfocused eyes. A grin split his face when you tried to wiggle away from him as he positioned his cock back at your sopping entrance but he only grabbed your thigh and pulled you back.

“We talked about running away, didn’t we? I will always bring you back.” A frightening smile crossed his face when he said that and let you shudder, goosebumps rising on your body.

He licked his lips and let his eyes drop, watching the way your body opened up to him so willingly, sucking him in to the hilt. His eyes squeezed shut and he hissed when he felt your walls contracting around him, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through you.

He took a moment to regain some control before he leaned over you, his forearms on either side of your head, caging you in. His lips met yours in a gentle kiss, tongue prodding at your lips to let him in and you did so without as much as a thought.

His mood swings were something that confused and scared you at first, you never knew what was going on in his head but once you had grown accustomed to them and tried to understand what Paddy needed in those specific moments, it was easier to handle.

With your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips, you kept him close when he started to rock against you, slowly dragging his cock in and out. A soft moan escaped you when he trailed kisses over your neck and sucked at the skin there, leaving another mark that undoubtedly made you his.

“Tell me you wont leave me.” His voice was soft with a rough edge to it, a sound you rarely got to hear.

“I wont leave you.” The words leave you in between short pants as his hips picked up speed, not nearly as much as before but enough to push you towards the edge once more.

He littered your neck with more kisses, his breathing got heavier and you could feel his cock throbbing as he neared his own end, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second.

“Say you love me.” He buried his face deeper in your neck, trying to muffle the sound of his breaking voice against your skin but you heard it all the same.

“I love you, Paddy, love you so much,” you raked your fingers through his hair, trying to make him face you and when he did, you kissed him. You kissed him with all you got, trying to pour every ounce of love you had for him into it.

“Again,” he muttered against your mouth once he had to end the kiss from a lack of oxygen. He wanted, no, needed to hear you say it again. Needed to make sure you loved him and would never leave him.

I love you. I love you. I love you. You said it again and again, until your voice gave out underneath the building pressure in your lower abdomen. It didn’t take much more for you to fall over the edge again, your legs locking around him as your back arched and your mouth opened in a silent moan.

Paddy dropped his head back into the crook of your neck with a groan when your walls clamped down around him so tight he could barely keep moving. His thrusts grew harder for only three or four more before he succumbed to the pleasure and let himself be pulled into the abyss with you, rocking into you until you had both rode out your high. He had to stop when he got to sensitive but he stayed sheathed inside of you as he caught his breath.

You kissed his temple and pulled him on top of you completely, letting him rest his whole weight on you. One of your hands stroked his back, the other went back into his hair, softly scratching his scalp the way you knew he liked.

“I love you, Paddy.” You kept on telling him between kisses against his head and you could have sworn you heard him sob a little against your skin. You didn’t mention it. You just held him against you and declared your love to him over and over again.

Yes, Paddy knew best. But maybe, just maybe, sometimes you did.

[and-claudia]

Yours (Paddy x reader) (Speak No Evil)

This is part one of a currently untitled mini series for Paddy from speak no evil (2024)

Warnings: Paddy (he is a warning himself), manipulation, age gap, drinking, infidelity, smut (with plot), unprotected sex, p in v, controlling relatives, fingering, multiple orgasms (i think that is it but if I missed one let me know)

This story will get dark. this is your warning, this part isn't really that dark and can be read as a stand-alone fic

summary: You are with your Aunt, Uncle and cousin on a small vacation in Italy where you befriend a couple and you take particular interest in Paddy

Word Count: 3700+

Taglist (Read the rules, follow them or I will remove your response)

When I met him in Italy, I was immediately drawn to him. He was like no man I had ever met before—exciting, inviting, and intoxicating. He was significantly older than me, but maybe that is what I needed. All the guys my age were the same, and none of them had the charm that Paddy did. But he was married, and I had tried my best to respect that. 

However, that all changed when he invited me out a few nights after meeting. We were at dinner, and I was sitting beside my aunt, one seat down and across from Paddy. Drinks had just been served when Paddy eyed my drink. 

“Water? Really? On vacation?” He asked, noticing my lack of alcoholic beverage. 

“Oh, she doesn’t drink.” Louise said for me, causing me to roll my eyes. 

“What, why not? Personal health? Religion?” Paddy asked, tilting his head, his blue eyes soft. 

I side eyed my aunt before sighing and looking back to Paddy, “They’ve never let me.” 

Paddy pulled back with a shocked face, “Oh, come on! You’re on vacation! You’re an adult! Indulge a little. I’ll tell you what, order whatever you want, it’s on me.” He said. 

I smiled at him, “I appreciate it, but I’m afraid I wouldn’t even know where to begin.” I said honestly. 

He laughed, looking down and shaking his head before looking back at me. “Let me help.” 

He then proceeded to ask me a list of questions about my preferences, like if I liked sweet or bitter things, do I like fruity things, what flavors I preferred etc. Once he was, he nodded. 

“Okay, I think I got it. Do you trust me?” He asked, and I nodded. 

Then he flagged down the waiter and secretly ordered my drink for me. I could feel my aunt looking at me in slight disbelief. But I didn’t care. She and my uncle drank wine all the time. I was old enough to drink, so why not? 

Eventually, the waiter brought my drink to me and I hesitantly took a drink as Paddy watched with anticipation. 

“So?” 

“That’s really good.” I said honestly. 

Paddy clapped his hands in a small personal celebration, “Perfect!” 

Dinner continued on with conversation among all of us. I finished my drink and began drinking my water again. I was listening to my Uncle drone on about something when I saw Paddy flag down our waiter again and point to me before sending me a small wink. I was brought another drink, which I happily accepted. By the time dinner concluded, I had downed 3, and I was feeling it, especially once I stood up. 

“How we feeling?” Paddy asked. 

“Great.” I said, giggling. 

“Ah, yes, a giggly drunk, much better than a grumpy one.” Paddy said to my aunt, who just gave a thin-lipped smile and nodded. 

“We should probably get going. It’s late.” She said waving me over to her. 

Even with my mind fuzzy, I knew there was no point in putting up a fight. 

“Actually,” Paddy’s voice made me pause, “Ciara and I were going to go to a club down the road after we put Ant to bed. We wanted to see if you, all three of you, wanted to join us. Just for a couple of hours, nothing crazy.” 

“Not tonight, we’re all pretty tired.” My uncle said. 

My aunt nodded in agreement, “Yeah, it’s late anyway. But thank you for the invite.” 

Paddy’s eyes fell on me, and he raised an eyebrow in question. The liquor flowing through me gave me the courage to look at my aunt and uncle before turning back to Paddy and Ciara. 

“I would love to.” I said, making Paddy smile. 

“Oh, Yn, come on, you don’t want to impose.” My aunt said, touching my shoulder, but I brushed her off. 

“She isn’t, I promise. I’ll keep an eye on her.” Ciara said, “Go on up and get changed. We’ll swing by and get you after Ant is in bed.” 

Reluctantly, I followed my aunt and uncle up to our room. When we got there, I went straight to my suitcase and dug out a specific dress. I pooped the tags off of it before going into the bathroom to change into it. It was definitely unlike anything I had ever worn before. I showed off all my best assets, and I looked hot. I touched up my makeup before walking out to change my shoes. 

“What on earth are you wearing?” My uncle asked from where he sat in his bed. 

“A dress.” I said bluntly, grabbing my shoes. 

“You’re not wearing that out. You look like a hooker.” He said but Louise put a hand on his arm. 

“Look, you can’t even insult your niece without her telling you what to do.” I said as I put on my shoes. 

“Yn, maybe you should stay in tonight. Meet some of the people your age here. I’m sure they’d go to the club with you.” Louise offered. 

“Why wait?” I said, but before they could say anything, there was a knock on the door. 

I opened it, and Paddy was standing there dressed nicer than he was at dinner. It was taking everything in me not to stare. 

“Ready?” He asked. 

“Yup!” I smiled. 

“Don’t worry, Ben, she’ll be returned in one piece!” He called into the room after I stepped out. He pulled the door shut, and we began walking down the hall. 

“So… change of plans… Ciara isn’t coming…” He said, watching to gauge my reaction. 

“Oh…” 

“Is that okay with you? I mean, if you’re at all uncomfortable, we don’t have to go.” 

“No, I still want to go. I think I’m losing my buzz, though.” I said with a small laugh. 

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” He said, offering me his arm. I took it, trying not to blush, “Let’s go.” 

Walking into the club, attached to his arm, just felt so right. It felt powerful. Paddy had an intimating aura about him that when people saw him they stepped out of his way. He walked us straight to the bar and ordered us some drinks. 

Before I knew it he and I were on the dance floor, his hands on my hips as we danced together. Our bodies were pressed against one another. The booze in my system was clouding my judgment. I knew this was wrong. I was grinding on a married man over twice my age. 

They called for the last call at the bar, and I drug Paddy back to it for us to get one more drink in. We both had a thin sheen of sweat covering our bodies as we waited for our drinks. There weren’t many seats so I was sitting while he stood right behind me, chest pressed against my back. 

“You look stunning, by the way.” He said over the music. 

“Thank you. You’re not too bad lookin’ yourself.” I shot back just as our drinks were set down. 

We drank them quickly before stumbling out and making our way back to the hotel. I was a complete stumbling, giggling mess, holding onto him for support so I wouldn’t fall. 

“Wait. I have a horrible idea.” I said. 

Paddy looked over at me, waiting for me to answer. 

“We should go jump in the pool,” I said, giggling. 

“I bet you won’t.” He said, challenging me. 

I wasted no time grabbing his hand and leading him over to the now-closed pool. I quickly took my heels off before walking over to the edge. With one last look over my shoulder at him, I jumped. When I resurfaced, he was laughing his ass off, clapping. 

“Well, come on! Your turn!” I said. 

He quickly slipped his own shoes off and took his watch off, setting them on one of the chairs before jumping in with me. He swam under the water and popped up right in front of me. His hands went to my hips once again as he pulled me flush against him. 

I was looking up at him, eyes fliting from his eyes to his lips and before I could process it he was leaning in. But I stopped him.

“Wait… what about Ciara?” I asked quietly. 

“It’s okay. That’s why she didn’t come tonight. She wanted me to have this tonight, to have you tonight.” 

That was all the convincing it took me to reach up and pull him down to meet my lips. He backed us up until my back hit the wall of the pool. His hands roamed my body, and one of mine was tangled in his hair. Things were heating up until we heard someone clear their throat. 

He slowly pulled away from me, and then we both turned to see one of the hotel workers standing there with their hands clasped in front of them. 

“I am sorry, but the pool is closed.” They said in a thick Italian accent. 

“Oh yes, sir. My apologies, you see, she fell in, and I had to save her… I was just making sure her airways were cleared.” Paddy said. 

The worker was clearly not amused by the jokes. 

 “We’ll get out right now.” Paddy said grabbing my hand as he led us to the stairs. 

We got out and collected our belongings, still laughing to ourselves until we were out of sight of the worker. Then, all hell broke loose as we began laughing fully. 

“He was so not impressed with your bullshit, Paddy.” I said, holding onto his arm with one hand while I carried my shoes in the other. 

“He’s just got a stick so far up his ass he doesn’t know what humor is anymore.” He replied. 

I grabbed him by the open collar of his shirt and pulled him to me and attached my lips to his once again. He aggressively pushed me against the wall, deepening the kiss. Slowly, his lips left mine and began making their way down the side of my neck. I tilted my head to the other side to give him better access to it. He was alternating between soft kisses and small bites. Then he bit down harder than he had been right on that sweet spot on my neck, and a small moan left my lip. He stayed there working on what would be a dark hickey come morning, but I couldn’t care. I would wear it with pride. 

Once he was done, he pulled away to admire his work. Then his lips were on mine again. My mind was wandering off to all the things I wanted him to do to me. His hand found my wrist and grabbed it. Then, he brought my hand down between us and placed it firmly against the growing bulge in his pants. 

“You see what you’re doing to me, baby? I want you so bad.” He said, pulling away and resting his forehead against mine. 

A small whimper left my mouth as he grinded against my hand. 

“Take me. Please, I’m yours, Paddy.” I said, kissing him again. 

He pulled away once again but then began leading me by the hand still on my wrist down the halls to his room. I hesitated as he went to open the door. 

“She’s not here. She’s across the hall with Ant in his room. Remember, she wanted me to have this.” He said, eyes dark with lust and his voice dropping low. 

I nodded at him to continue and he opened the door, leading me inside. He once we were inside he shut and lock the door behind him. I suddenly felt shy and was subconsciously pulling the bottom hem of my dress down in a futile attempt to cover myself up in front of him.

“Oh, baby, don’t hide.” Paddy said, walking over, grabbing gently by the hips and kissing me surprisingly softly compared to earlier. 

“I’m sorry, I just… I’ve never…” I sighed in embarrassment. 

“Oh, you’re a virgin?” He asked, eyebrows knitting together softly. 

I shook my head, “No… not technically…” I said.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to do anything, we just go to bed.” He offered but I shook my head again. 

“I want to, trust I want you. I’ve just never orgasmed before with someone else…only myself.” I finally admitted, clearly nervous. 

“Do you doubt my ability to make you feel good, darling?” He asked, voice dropping low again. 

“No, I just worry somethings wrong with me.” I said truthfully. 

Paddy shook his head this time and began walking backwards, pulling me with by the hands still on my hips. He sat down on the edge of the bed and then guided me to straddle him. 

“We’re not leaving this room until I give you the most earth shattering orgasm I have ever given a woman. Understand?” 

I took in a sharp breath at the sudden commanding tone he took on, but nodded my head. 

“Use your words. I won’t remind you again.” “Yes, sir.” I said, voice already breathy from the way he was making me feel. 

“Good. Now, be a good girl and take this dress off for me. I want to see you, all of you.” He said. 

I stood from his lap and then reached behind me to unzip my dress. Once I had it unzipped I pulled it down off my body exposing my bare brests to him. He moaned at the sight of them but I kept going. Since it was a tighter dresser and was still wet from the pool, I had wiggle a bit to get it off my hips and over my ass, causing my tits to bounce with the movement which only spurred Paddy on. Once it was past my thighs, I was able to drop it and have it fall around my feet. Since I hadn’t worn any panties with the dress I was now standing completely bare in front of him as his eyes roamed over my body. 

“This whole time that’s all you had on? I could’ve been fucking you with my fingers this whole night…” He said, shaking his head. 

I bit my lip at his words. That would’ve been hot. 

“Oh, you like that idea… next time.” He said, making my stomach do a flip. Would there really be a next time? 

“Get over here, I need to see those tits up close.” He said. 

I stepped forward again and straddled his waist once more. His hands wasted no time going to my brests. He toyed with them roughly, rolling my hardening nipples between his rough, calloused hands.

“Fuck, these things looked great in that swimsuit you wore yesterday but nothing, nothing compares to them in the flesh.” He said, before dipping his head down and taking one of them in his mouth. 

His tongue swirled around my nipple before his teeth ever so subtlely grazed it. He didn’t actually bite down but it was enough to earn a moan from me. I was become desperate for some friction and I hadn’t even noticed that I was grinding down on his lap until he removed his mouth from my tit. 

“Ooh, someones eagar.” He said. 

Then, without warning, one his hands dipped between us and he ran his fingers through my folds, feel the wetness that had already began to pool. 

“Oh she’s very eager.” He said as one of his fingers just barley entered me before he removed his hand completely urning a whine from me. 

“Don’t whine, baby, Paddy is going to take good care of you.” He said, using his oter hand to pull me into a quick kiss. 

He then guided up off his lap to sit beside him before he stood up. 

“Fair is fair, darling.” He said as he began to remove his own clothes. 

He began with his shirt, which while he was extremely toned and very attractive physically, it wasn’t anything I hadn’t already seen laying out by the pool. Then he stepped forward towards me with his pelvis slightly forward. I couldn’t help myself from starring at the pitch that was clearly aching to be let out of the confines of his pants. 

“Go ahead, darling, you can do the honors.” He said. 

I slowly reached up and grabbed his belt before undoing it. My eyes met his as I looked up through my lashes and I undid his pants. Then my focus dropped back down as I grabbed the waist band of his boxers and his pants and pulled them gently, finally releasing his hard cock. I couldn’t help myself but stare at it and admire it for a moment. 

“Are you gonna stare at it all night, or do you want me to fuck you with it?” He asked, voice deep. 

I looked up at him once again through my lashes and went to nod my head but remembered his words from earlier. 

“I want you to fuck me with it.” I said making him smirk. 

“Then get up there.” He said, nodding the head board. 

I scooted up on the bed and he crawled over to me. His lips found mine and this time I allowed my hands to explore his body from his toned chest to his hair to his strong arms. Everything about him was intoxicating. It was like ever single on of my senses was completely consumed by him. 

He was using one hand to support his weight above me as his other travled down my body to my core. Once again, he ran his fingers through my folds then slipped one in. However this time he let it go in much further. Then he slipped another one in, working me open and stretching me out to prep me for his cock. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, can already feel how tight you are.” He said, against my lips. 

He kept pumping into with two fingers for awhile until he slipped a third one in which took my breath away. My moan was swallowed by his mouth as he fucked in and out of me with his thick fingers. 

When he finally pulled them out he pulled away from my lips and began cleaning his hand off with his mouth. “Taste like fuck heven, sweetheart.” He said, leanined back down to kiss me, allowing me to taste myself on his lips. 

He finally pulled away, leaving my lips swollen from the kiss.

“You on birth control?” He asked. 

I nodded, “Yeah.” “Good.” 

That was all the warning I got before he was sliding into me. The stretch was borderline painful in the best was possible. And the moan that I let out sounded like it was straight out of a porno. 

“Fuck, baby, you trying to wake up the whole damn hotel?” He teased. 

“I’m sorry.” I said, still out of breath. 

“No, let them hear you. Let them know you’re getting the best fucking you’ll ever have. Let them know you belong to me.” He said. 

My walls squeezed around him at his last words. 

“You like that? You want the world to know I fucked your brains out?” “Y-yes.” I managed to sigh. 

“Good.” 

And with that he began pounding into me at a brutal pace. He had grabbed one of my legs and hooked it over his hip, giving him the angle to hit so deep into me, I was sure my cervix would be bruised the next morning. 

He continued his pace, never letting up for a second, “You’re so fucking tight. Feels so good. No wonder no other man could make you come, they probably came within a minute of being in your perfect pussy.” 

He adjusted his angle ever so slightly and was hammering into that soft spongy spot that had me seeing stars. He must of seen my reaction to this new angle because he began getting cocky. 

“There it, that’s the sweet spot isn’t it? Those other men couldn’t reach if they tried. Your pussy was made for me and me only, sweetheart. You needed Paddy to fuck you. Only I can make you feel this good.” 

I could feel that familiar tension grownign deep in my stomach. It was a feeling I had only ever felt when it was me alone with my vibrator. It was building up faster than it ever had before. 

“Fuck, Paddy, I-” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before I was clamping hard around his dick as I came. 

Paddy was muttering curse through gritted teeth as I held him in a vice grip. Then, just as my orgasm was dropping of, he shifted he weight to one hand and brought the other one down to rub tight circles on my clit as he began thrusting into me once again. It was almost overstimmulating as I was rushing towards a second orgasm so quickly. I was reduced to a blubbering mess under him as he did exactly what he set out to do, fuck my brains out. 

I could feel the second orgasm soaring towards me, my hands were gripping the bedsheets in a deathgrip. I couldn’t even form a coherent sentence at this point. 

“You close baby?” Paddy asked. 

I managed to nod. 

“Go ahead, come for me one more time.” 

With that, my second orgasm his me like a wreaking ball, completely shattering the world around me. My walls squeezed him even tighter than before if that even possible. This time he fucked me through it chasing his own release before his rhythm faltered and he released thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside of me. He stayed like that releasing every last drop he had before slowly pulling out. 

He flopped beside me with a heavy sigh as I laid there catching my breath. I could feel the mixture of our releases seeping out of me but I honestly couldn’t care less about that. 

“How was that?” He asked. 

“Fucking perfect.” I said, eyes closed in pure bliss. 

I heard him let out a low chuckle before turning onto his side and pulling me to him so I was laying there with my back pressed against him. He held me close as we both enjoyed to stillness that had settled over the room. 

“You’re mine now, don’t forget it.” He whispered darkly in my ear. 

It sent a shiver down my spine in the best way possible. I turned around in his arms to look at him. I leaned in pressed a soft kiss to his lips before whispering back, “I’m yours.” 

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[im-his-druidess]

PERS👁️👁️

Could you pls do prompts (1-5-8) from the kink list as headcanons for Paddy?👀

I love that gif so much 😆

Breeding kink

Paddy will do anything to further control you. Having a baby not only ties you to him, but also fuels his need to have a living family. He would absolutely keep track of your cycle on a calendar, little hearts around your most fertile days, and he would become more...loving around those times. Would talk about having a large family, would gently rub over your abdomen often, and he would gush about how pretty you will look swollen with his child. All while completely railing you until you can't move.

Exhibitionism

This man has no sense of shame. He would fuck you on the dinner table in front of other guests if it was up to him. He has absolutely fucked you in front of the husband and wife victims he's lured in. It makes him even more volatile, his possessiveness going overboard the entire time he fucks you, and his glee of a successful hunt fueling his desire.

Hair pulling

Paddy grabs your hair for a variety of reasons. When he's pissed he will tightly fist your hair and force you to look at him, when he's in the process of rearranging your insides he will tangle his hand in your hair to pull you up to hear you better, and when he's in a good playful mood he will tug on it and pet over it. Using it to pull you in for a kiss or petting you to calm you down. Would also bury his face in the strands to calm himself down when he becomes enraged or overemotional.

He also enjoys when you tug on his own hair, playing with his hair as he lays his head on your chest, and enjoys it even more when you yank on it as he fucks you or when you get into a heated argument (which, of course, end in a frantic sex session)

[boypied]

pairings: james mcavoy x male reader

request: i would love a james mcavoy smut of him being reader’s hot dilf neighbor 😀 reader always peeking at james while he’s doing smth in front of his house shirtless and reader thinks james doesn’t know but he actually does eheheheheh (don’t have to but it’ll be nice if there’s a part 2 featuring michael fassbender ?🤭)

warning: SMUT, peeping tom, masterbation.

You admire him from your window, the way he mows his lawn, and the sun glistened against his sweaty body, or how he works out in the shortest little work out shorts which perfectly hug his bulge and juicy ass but that isn't what you are focused on. He only moved in a couple months ago and he's the perfect neighbour until it's nighttime and I can hear faint slaps from his open bedroom window.

Over the next couple of days, James has been building a new bookshelf for his house, and he sure is taking his time. Not that you're complaining, but he's constantly shirtless when he's doing it and is without fail perfectly in your eyeline. You admire the way the sun bounces off his perfectly chiseled abs and your mouth gapes open as you watch as each arm muscle contorts as he screws the shelf together.

Your gently palm against your clothed cock as you watch him manually build his bookshelf, you waste no time and pull out your rock-hard cock. You slowly wrap your hand around your cock and you softly jerk it off back and forth, your eyes glued towards the sweaty man. "Fuck" you whimper out, wanting the man to just come up before you and take you. You wanted him to destroy your boy-pussy.

James comes to a stop and sits down, resting against the grass, he gently pulls out his cock and begins jerking it. Your eyes widen in shock and disbelief as you watch your sexy dilf of a neighbour begin jerking his cock off. You quicken the pace as you jerk your cock off, not wanting to waste any moment of his vulnerability as he masterbates.

James other hand gently slides up to his pecs as he slowly pinches and twists them to give himself the ultimate pleasure. "fuck!" He groans out as he jerks his cock harder, you admire his balls slapping against his taint from afar. Your pre-cum leaks all over the floor as you yourself faster and faster.

James eyes close shut as he nearers his release. His hand thrusts up and down against his cock, his load spurts out of his cock and almost at the exact moment you shoot your load against your wall, you rest your hand against the window breathing heavily when you hear you phone ping.

You stumble over to your phone and see you have a notification from your messages. You open up the message, and your eyes widen in shock, but a sultry smirk appears on your lips. A picture of James' abs with the caption "come over and service me instead of watching from the window" my body quivers as I read the message from him.

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[nothots-headempty]

Focus

Charles Xavier × reader

Summary: Professor Charles Xavier helping you with uni work when you get home tired

Word count: 1k+

Warnings: smut, cock warming, my self-indulgent fantasies yes

Authors note: first class Charles was rlly something <3 first time I found myself capable of writing something short wow

You're home late from college and you're lounging on the couch with his arms around you. Your bones pulse with the punches of hurt the day has thrown. Your head aches like a drummer is trying to play American Idiot on your head.

But when Charles's fingers ease into your hair, pad of his thumb rubbing against that spot on your neck that makes you melt into his body, you relax. Finally. Let yourself be englufed in the warmth of the man who only has your needs on his mind. Literally.

When his other hand on your waist starts easing lower over your body, you know he's read your mind. Your legs spread wider without question, giving him access to exactly where you need him to be.

You know you're wetter than your weariness warrants and when his fingers glide through your folds with no resistance, he knows it too. His breaths come faster but you're racing ahead of him, every sensation imparted by his digits ringing through every cell in your body.

You can sense his approach to your clit, body bracing in anticipation. But he just ghosts over it.

You sit up. Turn around.

"I think this thesis won't write itself, love." He's teasing. His fingers are still playing with your folds even as you try your best to glare him down, trying to hold back the moan that rips through your throat when he finally pinches your bundle of nerves between his fingers.

"Charles.", you whine softly, pushing yourself closer to his hand, grinding against the retreating pleasure.

"Only good girls get what they want.", he warns. His arms pull you swiftly onto his lap, his own need pressing against your thigh. He smirks against your neck, occupying himself otherwise in the books he arranges before you.

Your pout is met with a quick kiss, the pucker of your lips dissolving as you feel him work the belt to his pants. He's swift to pull them down, his boxers off with it, his gaze catching yours as you face him and watch.

You're hoisted up in the air, inches off his lap, the pleasure surging to your core as he lowers you onto his cock.

Your sigh gets lost in the low groan he exhales, seated deep inside you, your cunt throbbing, weeping onto the welcome intrusion.

"No moving until you're done.", he murmurs low against your neck, a sharp slap delivered to your ass as he settles you into his chest, textbooks added on as an unnecessary distraction.

"Yes, Professor.", you mumble coyly, the twitch of his cock inside you leaving you in no shape to obey his instruction.

You'd never said you'd be a good girl anyway.

[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.”

[multi-fandoms-posts]

X Men Masterlist:

X Men Masterlist 2

Update: 10/06/24:

Charles Xavier:

His Wife

Imagine

Sweet Moment

The Professor and the Stark Heiress

An Unexpected Encounter

Lesson in Obedience (SMUT)

Charles and His Girlfriend High School AU

A Seductive Chess Game (SMUT)

The Crossing of Worlds last part (X-Men x The Boys)

The Crossing of Worlds Part 3 (X-Men x The Boys)

The Crossing of Worlds Part 2 (X-Men x The Boys)

Beyond Control last Part

The Crossing of Worlds Part 1 (X-Men x The Boys)

Beyond Control Part 1

Hihgschool AU

A Nighttime Disruption

The Power of Thoughts

A Telepathic Connection

Read my mind (Logan x reader x Charles)

Drunk idea

Training

Just Friends huh?

I will always be by your side

Imagine

Charles If....

Update: 10/02/24:

Cherik:

Equal Power, Equal Passion SMUT

Driven to the Limit

Secrets in the Storm

POV Video

Annoying encounter in the bar

Gun and pressure

The Explosive Mission last part

In the Storm of Love and Rage

The Explosive Mission part 2

The Explosive Mission part 1

Logan's sister

Playful Distraction: A Day of Mission and Mischief

Trouble maker

Training Chaos

two men protect her girl

Between Mission and Seduction

Distractions and Dynamics

Seductive Power Part 2

Seductive Power Part 1

Unexpected Revelations last part

Through the Shadows of Danger

Twin Trouble

Unexpected Revelations Part 3

Unexpected Revelations Part 2

Unexpected Revelations Part 1

dirty mind

Horror movie

Cherik

Update: 10/08/24

Erik Lehnsherr:

Erik's Secret

Someday

Imagine

Little surprise SMUT

In His Arms: A Moment of Peace

A Night of Control and Desire (SMUT)

A Challenge, a Kiss, and a Surprise

Between Magnet and Mind

In the Ruins of Conflict

Hidden Tension

Update: 10/06/24

McFassy:

sick days

Chaos Before the Oscars

Waves of Passion

A Magical Moment at Comic-Con

Update: 10/06/24

James Mcavoy:

The Tie SMUT

A Magical Evening

Video call

Surprise at Comic-Con

Sunrise Moments

A Flirt in Focus

Update: 10/06/24

Paddy:

The Thrill of the hunt

Beg for me SMUT

role-playing game (SMUT)

Imagine

Possession and Desire

The Night of Deception and Passion 2/2(SMUT)

The Night of Deception and Passion 1/2

Control and Surrender (SMUT)

The Game of Control (Paddy and Cal)

I love my psychopath

Shackles of Desire (Paddy and The Killer)

The Heat of the Moment (SMUT)

Update:09/29/24

Lord Asriel:

Lost Time: The Return of Lord Asriel (SMUT)

Amidst the Battle

In the Light of the Morning

Update: 09/10/24:

Logan:

Mission with Temptation

Uninvited Guest

Unexpected Visitor(but somehow not)

Unexpected News

Inappropriate Comments

In the Shadows of Passion

Read my mind (Logan x reader x Charles)

Scott's sister

Game night

Midnight Conversation

The Bar

[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

[moist-for-xavier]

NSFW Alphabet for Charles Xavier

a/n: I did Charles before he got in the wheelchair as well as after (sort of as how things changed) but then I included Charles from Days of future past as well just as another comparison

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

❥ before wheelchair

He was the king of aftercare. Brings you glass of water, wipes you down even picks you up to use the toilet. Usually, after getting enough strength you two take a shower and then cuddle while he drones on about some topic

❥ in a wheelchair

He has now become the pillow princess he always took care of before. Unable to get up, it’s up to you to clean him up, give him a drink and take care of yourself. But you don’t mind. Not when he looks at you like you hung the stars on the sky

❥ days of future past

The aftercare went downhill from that point. Sure, he wipes you down and gives you some water, but the cuddling depends on the situation. Most of the time, he will leave. Cuddling is too much emotional vulnerability. He’ll up and leave, expecting you to leave soon as well.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His were always his hands. Just because he notices just how much your eyes linger on his long, veiny hands when he reaches for his temple or twirling a pen when unsure what to write

On you, it was hips. He loves watching you walk ahead of him. He loves when he sits in a wheelchair or just a normal chair and you stand between his spread legs. Just how beautiful they fit into his hands, especially if you have hip dips

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Before he got in the wheelchair, he liked seeing it on your face or in your mouth. But one time when he finished in a condom inside you he pulled out and noticed the condom was broken and his cum leisurely leaked out of your abused hole. Since then he could only accept his cum in you or on your cunt

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He keeps your used panties around in his pocket somewhere. As a sort of souvenir or a reminder that you love him even if he’s in a wheelchair

Another dirty secret is that he used to listen to you touch yourself. He’d enter your mind and witness the same fantasies you did so he could jerk off as well. He never told you, never will. But you know, you could feel him probing your mind

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He wasn’t all that experienced when he first got with you before the Cuba accident. Sure, he had couple girls, maybe a guy or two, but he wasn’t a fuck boy. So you guys were pretty even

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

❥ before wheelchair

Missionary or mating press. He likes to see your face as he fucks you. Just to see your eyes roll back as he projects more filthy images right into your mind

❥ in a wheelchair

Cowgirl or reverse cowgirl. There isn’t much of a choice if we’re honest with each other. Or face sitting. He’ll die a happy man between your legs

❥ days of future past

Usually doggy or against the wall if he’s too impatient to get you into a bed or a couch. Anything facing away from him so you don’t have to look at the mess of a man he is

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

❥ before and in a wheelchair

He’s very lighthearted. It’s all about being comfortable with each other. If it means joking, then so be it. He loves seeing genuine joy on your face and under no circumstance will it ever be a boner killer for him

❥ days of future past

Very serious, very frustrated. His mood is hanging on a thread and just a small giggle for you could kill his mood

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

❥ before and in a wheelchair

Not stripped clean. Just nicely trimmed with the cutest thin happy trail up to his navel. The colour matches, just a bit darker. And you always help him trim up, it’s a binding activity at this point

❥ days of future past

It’s a jungle down there. He can’t be bothered to wash his hair more than once a week. You really think he’ll care for the carpet?

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

❥ before and in wheelchair

Very romantic. The first time you had sex he had flowers, nice dinner, calming scent and candles. He can be beautifully romantic but also nasty. Depends on what you want

❥ days of future past

No romance. He doesn’t want to waste that much energy on someone who will inevitably leave. It’s very transactional even if you’re dating. Just something to take out both of your frustrations and move on. Doesn’t want to get attached because he’s sure you’ll leave him like everyone else

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Very much. Often. Loves to listen to you when you do it. Mutual masturbation is a common occurrence. The problem lays in the fact that after getting in the wheelchair, he’s unable to make himself cum. So it’s just a whole lot of edging until you finish him off. But during days of future past, not so much. He was way too disgusted with himself to touch himself like that. He didn’t deserve it. But then fucking you into the mattress is okay

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Professor kink, praise, face sitting, breeding, pegging, voyeurism, exhibitionism

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His study or the bedroom. Especially now that he’s in a wheelchair, he plays it safe

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you call him Professor in a sultry way, ask him to guess what panties you have on or just showing him and then later giving them to him while walking away letting him know you’re bare under the pants or skirt. Telling him what you think about or just asking him to read your mind

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Complete mind control. He doesn’t want a doll to fuck, he wants you, fully conscious, able to do things on your own

Pain. He would never hurt you. Sure, a light smack on the butt when you walk past or are riding him. But anything that will bruise is a no

Pee. No.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Will always prefer giving. He always loved the taste of your arousal, how it would drip down his chin in a stringy, sticky mess. He wants you to sit on his face every chance possible, but not just hover over, but sit properly like a chair. If he were to suffocate and die, he’d die the happiest man on earth

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

❥ before wheelchair

Slow and sensual all the way. If you ask very nicely he will go faster or harder, it’s all up to you

❥ in a wheelchair

Pretty slow as well. It’s all up to you again, but this time literally. Sure, he can rub your clit, but hips down, it’s on you. So usually it’s just nasty, slick, sticky grinding your clit into his pubes, squeezing him inside and fondling his balls

❥ days of future past

Fast and hard. Your face usually pushed into the sheets, body just a tool for him to abuse and let out all his frustrations

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

❥ before wheelchair

Yes. Absolutely. Whenever chance possible. He’s a young man with a raging libido, he’ll take every chance he could get to rearrange your insides

❥ in a wheelchair

No. Having sex in this stage is a process. Just getting it up takes a while and getting off takes even longer

❥ days of future past

Most of these encounters are quick. Just a quick transaction so he can let you go as soon as possible. In his head, you don’t want to see him after, so he makes it quick and then vanishes somewhere again to sulk and drink some more, leaving you to tend to yourself

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

❥ before wheelchair

Yes. He’ll take whatever chance you’re offering. You want to have sex in the class before he has to teach? Okay, but make it quick

❥ in a wheelchair

No. Everything has been significantly slowed down with his disability. And it would be quite difficult to execute the same rendezvouses he used to have with you, but he misses them every day

❥ days of future past

Depends. Usually not. He’d wait until Hank would leave or shut himself into his room to have his way with you. It happened once that Hank walked in on you two and since then Charles took great care to never allow that to happen again

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

❥ before wheelchair

Whole lot of stamina. Able to go for about 4 rounds, even if the last two are a bit sloppy or rushed. He can hold his orgasm for a long time the first two-three rounds, mostly focused on paying attention to your pleasure instead

❥ in a wheelchair

He can go for about 5 rounds. All of them long since he can keep himself from orgasming for a while. Unfortunately, not by choice. But since you’re the one on top and your energy isn’t endless, your thighs usually giving out before the 3rd round. You usually lay together, his hand playing with your clit and you jerking him off just until/if you get more energy to continue riding him

❥ days of future past

His stamina has been greatly deteriorated from his younger days by his alcohol abuse. He can keep up for good 2 rounds, but they don’t last long since he can’t hold his orgasm for too long

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

❥ before wheelchair

Yes. The most common one is slipping a little vibrator in and having you walk around with it buzzing softly only your clit and in you to make you nice and wet for later. Sometimes he lets you use a strap on him and peg him instead. It requires a lot of trust from him, so expect it to be brought up at least a good year into the relationship

❥ in a wheelchair

The vibrator is still someone that stuck to him. He still uses it sometimes, just not as often as before

❥ days of future past

Not really. Not much to say there, he’s too afraid to do anything in case he scares you away

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

❥ before and in wheelchair

Yes. Loves it. Loves to play with the vibrator settings. He loves projecting the nastiest sex images of you and him right into your brain. Loves to watch you squirm and face grow hot

❥ days of future past

Not really. He wants it to be over to let you go. Again, too scared he’ll drive you away by being himself

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

❥ before and in a wheelchair

Whimpers. Panting and whimpering like a dog. He’s pretty loud, it’s not usual for you to cover his mouth or kiss him to silence him

❥ days of future past

Groans and pants. He doesn’t make much noise, choosing to keep it inside. Too much vulnerability again, too worried his noises will weird you out and you’ll leave as well

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is a closet pervert. He will use his telepathy to project his nasty thoughts into your mind. He loves to do it while in the presence of other people, maybe some unfortunate soul that has a crush on you. He’s also willing to have sex in front of other people only to later erase their memory of it. Also likes to look up your skirts

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average, but very beautiful. Good length with a perfect thickness. Beautiful pale with a cute pink tip and a nice thick vein on the bottom that makes him whimper like a dog

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

❥ before wheelchair

High. Extremely high. Maybe not for sex entirely, but extremely dirty minded, all the time. And loves to show you what he’s thinking about. And it usually leads to sex

❥ in a wheelchair

It lowered down with the amount of work he has as well as the fact he can’t get it up as easy. But with enough help from you, he will deliver

❥ days of future past

Low. Really low if you’re casual. Just once a month just to get his mind off of everything is enough. But his high libido from his youth is still present. The problem comes from being too worried that he’d scare you away with it

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

❥ before and in wheelchair

He doesn’t fall asleep until you’re safely tucked into his side and asleep. It’s normal for him to stay awake reading aloud to you to help you relax before he allows himself to relax as well

❥ days of future past

He doesn’t fall asleep. You can take a nap in his bed but he won’t stay with you. He might take a nap on his own in his study

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

a/n: Let me know if you find any mistakes and thank you for reading <3

[gus-the-goldfish]

Blood

Summary: Its just something i had to think about when Paddy wanted to kill the family in the shed/barn

Rating: 18+ minors avert your eyes

Length: ~2.2k

Pairing: Paddy x (f)reader

WARNINGS: established relationship, mentions of death, smut! (p in v), oral (f receiving), blood kink (?), dirty talk, nicknames,

A/N: this man makes me feral, im sorry. Let me know if you like it! :)

The body dropped to the floor with a quiet thump, making it the second to bleed out on the sheds floor. Paddy stood there heavily breathing; the big knife still clutched tightly in his hand as he watched the red liquid forming a puddle around his feet.

You lowered the shotgun which you had used to keep your ‘guests’ in their place and placed it on a table behind you, trying not to make too much noise. Stepping over the women laying between you and Paddy, you cautiously touched his hand, thumb stroking over his knuckles until his grip around the handle softened enough for you to take the knife and discard it.

His posture was tense, muscles strung tight as he turned around to face you, an unhinged, some might say crazy, look in his eyes. The blood splattered on his face didn’t help to conquer this argument.

You were scared shitless the first few times this happened and, somewhere in the far back of your brain, you knew you still should be. But you were not. Now the metallic smell of blood on his skin and the raw, primal look on his face made you feel something entirely different.

You cupped his face, smiling as you pulled his head down until his forehead rested against your own. “Hey baby,” your thumbs stroked over his cheeks lovingly, smile only widening when his arms encircled your waist to pull you against him more firmly. “Gotta breath with me now, yes?”

His nod was faint, barely there as he clutched you tighter, his fingers digging into your skin through the fabric of your shirt.

“Ok, in through the nose, out through the mouth.” You took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds before slowly breathing out, repeating the process again and again until you felt his muscles and his grip on you loosening.

“Did so good, my love,” you kissed his forehead, the tip of his nose and over his jaw until you reached his mouth, pecking his lips a few times as you felt him melt into you even more.

Though Paddy was the driving force behind everything happening and the reason your life had changed dramatically, you had him wrapped around your little finger. You handled his moods exceptionally well, always knowing what to say or do to calm him down when the occasion called for it.

His hands wandered over your body as you kept on praising and kissing him; the metallic taste of the blood on his skin didn’t bother you.

You squealed when he hoisted you up by the back of your thighs, legs and arms wrapping around him on instinct so you wouldn’t fall, but he wouldn’t let you. He was always right there to catch you.

You giggled when your back hit the wall, but it turned into a quiet moan once he buried his face in the crook of your neck and sucked the skin there, making sure to leave a mark where everyone could see it.

His mouth wandered over your skin insistently, kissing and sucking and biting until you were a whimpering mess in his arms, clinging to his shoulders as if your life depended on it.

“Fuck…,” your head fell against the wall behind you when he licked a broad stripe up from your collarbone over your throat, tasting the blood and sweat on your skin.

He bit your jaw hard enough to hurt before his mouth claimed yours in a heated kiss that was more teeth than anything else, swallowing your moans when he bucked his hips against you, seeking friction against his achingly hard cock.

He dropped your feet back to the floor, hands immediately flying to the button of your pants to get rid of the irritating piece of clothing and kneeled in front of you, ripping it off you in one go with your underwear and shoes.

Your hand flew to his head, gripping his hair tightly as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and leaned in towards your center. You could feel your face getting hot, goosebumps rising on your body when you heard him breathe your scent in with a deep groan.

“You smell so good sweetheart-,” he licked a broad stripe up your slit from the bottom right up where he nudged your clit with the tip of his tongue, a moan rumbling deep in his chest when your essence hit his taste buds, “- tastes even better.”

He didn’t waste more time than that before he dived in, licking and sucking, circling your clit with his tongue before moving downwards to drink right from the source. One of his hands gripped your ass to keep you somewhat steady as you squirmed above him, the most beautiful sounds falling from your swollen lips. The other joined his mouth between your legs, nudging two fingers at your leaking entrance before sinking them into you to the hilt, twisting and thrusting them right against the spot that made you see stars.

Your knuckles turned white from how hard you were tugging his hair, not knowing if you wanted to pull him closer or push him away as he brought earth-shattering pleasure upon you. Your back arched when he sucked your swollen nub into his mouth, his tongue rolling relentlessly over it while his fingers fucked in and out of you at a mind-numbing pace. “Fuck, fuck….”

“Give it to me, baby. You know what I want. Give it to me!”

He wasn’t asking; he was demanding. As demanding as his fingers and mouth as he slurped your wetness and scissored his fingers inside of you, pressing against the exact right spot to make you shatter in his grasp.

You screamed as you came, holding his head against you as your hips bucked, basically fucking his face as you gushed all over his mouth and fingers but he didn’t stop, no, he just kept going, groaning like an animal as he fucked more juices out of you, his mouth right there waiting to be filled.

He eventually stopped when you sobbed from overstimulation and started to slide down the wall as you could no longer hold yourself up. One of his hands kept you steady as he stood, the other clutched your cheek to make you look at him. A devilish grin crept on his face when he saw a single tear drop from your eye and he caught it with his thumb, smearing it on your cheek.

You tried to catch your breath but it got caught in your throat as you stared into his eyes; they were so full of hunger, desire and unhinged lust, your juices were all over his face and he licked his lips as if savoring your taste. A needy sound fell from your lips and you dropped your shaking hands to his belt, trying and failing to unbuckle it to get his cock out.

Paddy chuckled at your sweet little pout but soon took pity on you and unbuckled it himself, popping the button and opening the fly of his pants in the same process.

You slapped his hands away, ignoring the way his eyebrow raised in question, and pulled his cock free from its confinement, marveling at the way it pulsed in your hand. You gathered spit in your mouth and let a thick drop fall between you right on his cock before you started to stroke him.

Paddy’s forehead dropped against yours with a heavy moan, face twisting in some kind of pleasured pain when you twisted your hand around his tip on every upward stroke. He grabbed your face and attacked your mouth, tongue licking into you to share the still lingering taste of your arousal with you.

His moans and grunts got heavier the more you worked him over with your hand to a point where he had to stop kissing you and instead just moaned against your mouth, eyebrows drawn together in concentration so he wouldn’t cum right then and there.

Your free hand tugged on the hair at the back of his head as your lips travelled over his jaw to his ear, biting at the lobe before you whispered to him, “fuck me, Paddy. Please, want you to fuck me.”

“Fucking hell,” he hoisted you up against the wall with a grunt, keeping one of his big hands at your ass as his other reached between you to position his cock at your entrance. He slid into you with no resistance, your drenched channel opening up to him as if welcoming him home and he immediately started to thrust into you with no restrains, fucking you against the wall like you were nothing but a hole to him. His face was tugged in the crook of your neck, kissing, sucking, biting the skin there in between his own moans.

You could do little more than hang on and take everything he gave you, clawing at his hair and shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself to reality.

Your eyes ripped open with a loud moan after a particular hard thrust and landed on the bodies still laying on the floor. Your eyes stayed glued to them as Paddy continued to fuck the soul out of your body.

You didn’t know exactly what it was, maybe the metallic scent in the air or the thought of doing something so dirty, so forbidden like fucking in front of the people you killed only minutes ago, but you couldn’t help it, you clenched down so hard around Paddy’s cock, that his rhythm faltered as he almost fell over the edge. “Fucking shit, what got you squeezing me like that, huh?”

Paddy followed your gaze with his own eyes and laughed somewhat manically when he noticed you staring at the pool of blood behind him.

“You. dirty. fucking. Girl.” He punctuated every word with a hard thrust, effectively knocking the breath out of your lungs. “You’re getting off on this, huh? Getting off on blood?”

His voice was rough, a deep rumble and it send a shiver down your spine. You really hoped he didn’t want an answer to his question, as you were too far gone to give him one.

“How about this,” he swiped his fingers through a patch of not yet completely dried blood on your cheek, gathering it on his fingertips before stuffing them into your mouth with a smug expression on his face, “this is what you want, hm? Fuck, I know you do, your little cunt is clenching tighter than ever.”

You moaned around his fingers, letting your tongue swirl around them before sucking them deeper into your mouth just like you would with his cock, which was still pounding into you relentlessly.

His thrusts became sloppy, losing their rhythm as he neared his end. The sounds he made, groaning and grunting, against your ear drowned out every coherent thought you might have had as your eyes rolled back into your head and your walls clamped down around him in a vice like grip, your cries of his name muffled around his fingers as your orgasm crushed into you.

“There you go, baby. Cum for me…,” his voice was not nearly as demanding as before; it sounded needy, like he was begging you to take him with you into the abyss. And you did.

With a broken a moan and a few more hard thrusts, he lodged himself as deep as possible into you when he came, white ropes coating your still contracting walls as they milked him dry. He delivered a few weak thrusts more before slumping against you with a heavy breath.

You were thankful when he pulled his fingers from your mouth and took a deep breath before he grabbed your jaw in his hand and kissed you sloppily.

With the last of his strength, Paddy pulled out of you with a quiet hiss and sat you down on a nearby table. He stroked your cheek lovingly, swiping a mixture of blood and spit from the corner of your mouth as you stared at him in utter adoration. “Feeling good, my love?”

You nodded with a smile, letting your hands rest on his chest. “Yeah, really good.”

“Good,” he pecked your lips one more time, his free hand squeezing your waist.

“What are we doing now?” Your eyes flickered to the bodies on the floor, thinking about how to get rid of them.

“Now-,” he pecked your lips again, staying close to your face when he spoke again, “-we bury the bodies and clean up and tomorrow-,” he kissed you again, letting it linger a little longer, “-we’re planning our next trip. Italy, maybe?”

You grinned at him, already excited for whatever was going to come. “That sounds lovely. But-,” you squirmed around when you felt the sticky mixture of your own juices and his cum that was starting to leak out of you, “- I need to clean myself up first.”

“I can help you with that-,” he chuckled and shoved at your shoulder until you lay down before he kneeled and put your legs on his shoulders, “- m’gonna make sure you're good as new.”

[call-me-little-sunshine84]

Last Call

Patrick "Paddy" Feld (Speak No Evil) x female reader

MDNI - 18+

pairing - Paddy x female reader

summary - working at a small pub, you meet a sexy mystery man. He's just another customer - until he's not

w/c - 1400+

t/w - unprotected sex, Paddy is a tiny bit rough (he's a trigger warning by himself), mirror play?

a/n - not sure what it says about me that this morally bankrupt character is the one who broke me out of my year+ long writer's block, but here we are. For the purposes of this, reader has no idea what Paddy gets up to in his spare time

Starting over was such a pain in the ass. You never pictured that you would be here, 30 and divorced. It had come as such a surprise that your head was still reeling. Deciding on a clean break, you had packed up your belongings, taking little more than the essentials and your beloved cat, and set off, leaving everything and everyone you knew behind.

Settling in a little village in the West Country, you found yourself adjusting to your new life a lot easier than you expected. The pace was so much slower there compared to the city, and you quickly found a job bartending in a small pub. You loved working nights, listening to the stories exchanged by the locals. You mainly dealt with the same group of regulars, and their welcoming attitude was helping you to come out of your shell.

You had first noticed him come in late one Saturday night. He was the kind of man who commanded everyone’s attention. He was loud and outspoken, his voice and laughter carrying throughout the room. You overheard some of the other customers call him Paddy.

You were immediately attracted to him, his demeanor so different from your ex that it was intoxicating. He always flirted with you, but you never took it to mean anything since he was that way with everyone. The more you were around him though, the more he began to consume your thoughts. Picturing the way those muscular arms would feel wrapped around you, how his stubble would feel against your thighs when he was between your legs…

There was just one problem - he was married. His wife was always with him. She actually seemed really nice, which only served to make you feel more guilty about the amount of time you spent fantasizing about her husband. That’s all it ever could be though - you might be a lot of things, but you weren’t a homewrecker. You and your vibrator had become best friends. You could at least have him in your head, right?

Maybe that was why you were so flustered when you realized that this particular night he came in alone. “Hey Paddy, what can I get you?” you asked, trying to keep your expression neutral. It was becoming harder and harder to be around him, and you didn’t know what to do about it. “Surprise me,” he replied, watching you as you poured him a drink and slid it over.

“Where’s Ciara?” you asked. An expression you couldn’t quite judge crossed his face before he replied. “She’s not feeling well and decided to stay home.” Your heart sped up at the thought that you could spend time with him alone. And you did - when you weren’t busy with someone else, Paddy kept you entertained with endless stories and conversation. The other patrons began paying their tabs and heading for the exit. Realizing that just you and he were left in the building, you checked your watch. You couldn’t believe the time.

“Last call. Can I get you anything else?” you asked as you dried the glass in your hand. The old jukebox in the corner was belting out Black Velvet. It was a little too perfect. He looked at you, his expression suddenly serious. “I do want something else, but it’s a little off-menu. “What on earth are you talking about?” you asked, having no idea where this was going.

“Darlin’, what I want is you .” Your stomach felt like it dropped out of your body. Is this really happening?? “B-b-but what about Ciara?” you stammered, barely able to string a sentence together. “It’s fine, occasionally we dine out. Helps keep it fresh. She doesn’t care,” he replied, standing and walking his way behind the bar toward you.

You couldn’t hear the music anymore, just the deafening sound of your heartbeat pounding. He stood in front of you, and your brain froze. All you could think was that he smelled so damn good, so manly, and it made your mouth water.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me. I think you want this as much as I do,” he said. The look on his face was half smile, half cocky smirk, and it made you want to rip his clothes off. Instead, you just nodded, throwing the towel you were holding to the side. Quickly making sure the door was locked and flipping over the closed sign, you returned to him.

He leaned in, tracing his fingertips down your jawline, kissing you slowly at first. You could taste the alcohol on his breath. Backing you up against the bar top, you could see the lust in his eyes. He looked almost hungry.

The heat inside you was already building as his tongue licked a line down your collarbone. Throwing your tank top off to the side, he traced the lace edge of your bra and groaned. “Mmmm, so beautiful darlin’,” he said, unhooking it and throwing it behind you to land on a bottle of whiskey. The chill in the air immediately hardened your nipples, which he took turns taking inside his warm mouth. Your brain felt like cotton candy, all coherent thoughts leaving you as he expertly sucked and bit at you.

Removing the last of your clothes, you stood bare before him. “This seems a little one sided, Paddy,” you teased as you stripped him of everything he had on. Once he was also naked and you really looked at him, you sucked in a breath. He was even more gorgeous than you thought possible.

He wasted little time with foreplay, turning you around and bending you over a nearby stool. He teased your entrance, but you didn’t think anything could prepare you for his size. He took his time, letting you adjust to the sweet stretch of him filling you up.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his hands resting on your hips. You nodded, and then all bets were off. He slammed into you, fully enveloping himself in your warmth. “Damn, you’re so tight,” he grunted as he worked your body over. “S-s-s-sorry, it’s been a while,” you managed to choke out between thrusts. “Feels so fucking perfect,” he replied, his hands roaming all over you. You could already feel that familiar pressure building in your abdomen, impending bliss already blooming inside you.

One hand gripped your breast and the other reached up and wrapped around your throat. Applying slight pressure, he pulled your upper body taut. There was a giant mirror behind the bar. “I want you to look up. Watch yourself while I fuck you,” he whispered in your ear. Fingertips dug into your throat just a little tighter, riding that fine line between pleasure and pain, and you did just that.

You didn’t recognize the version of yourself you saw in the mirror’s reflection. Disheveled hair, sweat beginning to drip down your face, you looked happy for the first time in a long time.

“Paddy,” you moaned, bucking your hips back into him even harder. “Don’t you dare close your eyes, you’re going to watch me make you cum,” he growled.

You had never felt more exposed, or more aroused. Your ex would never have dared to talk to you this way during sex. Paddy was unlocking some primal side to you, and you were loving every minute. His hand moved away from your throat, allowing you to breathe fully again. He started rubbing slow circles on your clit. Contrasting with the fast pace at which he was still thrusting into you, it felt like all your nerve endings were on fire. You felt yourself about to tip over the edge. Still watching your reflection in the mirror, your orgasm washed over you in a wave. “That’s my girl. You look so beautiful when you’re coming undone,” Paddy said, fucking you through your high. While you were still clenching around him, he also came, filling you full.

Almost collapsing against the bar top, your body felt like jelly. He slowly pulled himself out of you. He threw his pants back on and retrieved your scattered clothes, handing them to you. “I’ll never be able to look at this place the same way again,” you said, cheeks burning as you glanced at the mirror behind him.

“So, same time next week?” he asked with a wink. That familiar heat started to build just thinking of the possibilities. You watched him walk toward the door, his jeans hugging him in all the right places. “I’ll be here.”