#james mcavoy x male reader

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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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My little meat— Cannibal James McAvoy x Male reader

Part 1

author's note: Might also be long as well.

Tw: Aggressive

"I should've ran when I saw you." *he chuckled again, now having both your thighs under his hands, and rubbing them some more. He pulled you closer to him, so your body was now practically on top of his*

"Ah, but you didn't run.. you stayed here with me. Why didn't you run, love?"

"because I didn't think It was true." He hummed in response, and continued rubbing your thighs. He then moved a hand from your thighs, and up onto your hips, and around your body.

"Not thinking it was true, and yet you still chose to stay.. hm. So are you scared of me now, love?" You just ignored him not wanting to speak to him anymore.

He chuckled again, and shifted you so you were straddling him. You now were sat on his lap fully. "You didn't answer my question, love.. you aren't scared of me are you?"

He placed his hands on your hips again, now pulling you closer so your body was pressed up against his.

"Yes."

He hummed again, and pulled you even closer to him, pulling you to the point that you were now up against his chest. He was holding you tight, his hands on your hips and his arms keeping you in place.

"So, love... why aren't you running then. If you're scared, why aren't you trying to get away?"

"I can't." He began to move his hands up and down your back, tracing circles on it as he did. "Can't or won't, love.. either way, you're still right here. In my lap, in my home, so close to me I can feel every part of you on me"

He chuckled again, and raised a hand to your chin, and turned your head so you were looking at him, now. The hand that raised your chin, moved down and gently stroked your cheek with his thumb.

"No no, love.. don't look away. You didn't answer, yet. Can you not get away from me, or are you choosing not to"

"I can't." He grinned sinisterly, and his arms wrapped around you even tighter. He pulled you in until your faces were only an inch apart, and you were pulled completely against his body.

"Why can't you, love.. scared I'll do something bad?" Nodding he laughed. He chuckled deeply and smiled again, and leaned in closer so that his lips were right next to your ear. Barely touching it, as he spoke to you in a low, quiet tone.

"And here I was thinking you weren't scared of me. Yet now, I've got you right where I want you... in my arms, in my lap, against my body. Right where I can do whatever I want to you"

"Please let me go I-i won't tell."

"Please let me go.." He mockingly repeated your words in a high pitched tone, before laughing again.

"I don't think I will, love.. you aren't safe away from me. And I can't let you go and let you tell people... I can't have people figuring out who I really am, now can I"

You ignored him pissing him off. He began to sound a bit annoyed that you were ignoring him. His rubbing of your back slowly turned into soft scratching, as his fingernails began dragging across your back gently.

"Don't ignore me, love. Didn't I say you need to listen to me.. you don't want to get me worked up. Or do you...?"

And again you ignored him. Holding back tears of pain. Him clawing on your back got more intense, now even digging enough to draw blood, as he pulled you even closer against him, so that you were completely pressed to his chest.

"I. SAID. STOP. IGNORING. ME, LOVE."

LET ME GO." You squirmed wanting to get out for his grip. He snarled at your response, now getting very angry. One hand moved from your back to one of your arms. He grabbed it hard and pinned it up behind you so you wouldn't be able to squirm as much*

"Stop. Moving. Now." He banged your head on the couch. "You are mine now. You don't know how long I have been waiting to get you." He whispers in your ear.

"I stalked you since the day you turned 15. I was at your birthday. Watching you smile, giggle, just looking like an angel. I kept my eye on you until I finally got to touch you like this. "He laughed manically.

He grabbed something off the table realizing a ring. "You're my husband now. You can never leave me. Even if you did I'll kill your friends."

It was done you were his and you couldn't do anything but lay with him on the bed with him hugging you tight.

Why couldn't you just stay home. But that would've been an even bad idea since he knew where you lived.

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Bar Realizations

Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

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I had always known I was different. From the time I was little, strange things happened around me. Objects moved without cause, emotions surged uncontrollably, and the whispers in my head never ceased. When I discovered the full extent of my powers, I knew I needed help—someone who could guide me. That's when I met Charles Xavier.

He was young, kind, and immensely powerful. His ability to control and influence minds was unparalleled, but it was his patience and understanding that drew me in. He offered to help me harness my abilities, and I accepted, desperate to gain control over the chaos within me.

The process was grueling. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, filled with intense training sessions, meditation, and mental exercises. There were moments when I wanted to give up, when the weight of my powers felt too heavy to bear. But Charles was always there, encouraging me, pushing me to my limits, and teaching me to master my abilities. Over time, our relationship deepened. I found myself drawn to him, not just because he was my mentor, but because of who he was—compassionate, intelligent, and incredibly attractive.

One evening, after a particularly challenging session, Charles suggested we take a break. “How about we go out for drinks? Just the two of us,” he said, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

My heart skipped a beat. Was this a date? Did he feel the same way about me as I did about him? Trying to contain my excitement, I agreed, and we made our way to a cozy bar in town.

The atmosphere was perfect—dim lights, soft music, and a sense of intimacy that made my pulse quicken. We sat at a corner table, and for a while, everything felt perfect. We laughed, talked about everything and nothing, and I felt closer to him than ever before.

But then, she appeared. A tall, confident blonde with a predatory smile. She sauntered over to our table and immediately latched onto Charles, ignoring my presence entirely. “Hey, handsome,” she purred, placing a hand on his arm. “Mind if I join you?”

Charles tried to gently extricate himself from her grasp. “Actually, we’re on a date,” he said, nodding towards me.

The blonde glanced at me and scoffed. “Yeah, right. Like he’d ever go out with you.”

The words stung, and anger flared within me. How dare she dismiss me so easily? I felt a surge of energy, the familiar tingle of my powers awakening. Discreetly, I focused on her, channeling my emotions into a subtle spell. Suddenly, the blonde started babbling, spilling embarrassing secrets about herself.

“I can't believe I lost my job today,” she blurted out, her eyes wide with horror. “And my ex dumped me because I cheated on him. Oh my god, why am I saying this?”

She turned and fled, humiliated, leaving Charles and me alone once more. I felt a pang of satisfaction, but it was short-lived. Charles turned to me, his expression serious.

“Did you use your powers?” he asked quietly.

Guilt washed over me, and I nodded. “I’m sorry. I just... I don’t know. I felt jealous, possessive. I wanted you all to myself.”

Charles sighed and suggested we head back to the school. The drive back was silent, the weight of my actions pressing down on me. Had I ruined everything? As we pulled up to the mansion, I couldn’t bear the silence any longer.

“Charles, I’m sorry,” I said, my voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to lose control. I just... I care about you so much, and seeing her with you made me feel... threatened.”

He remained silent, his face unreadable. As we entered the mansion, I turned to head to my room, wanting to escape the shame and disappointment I felt.

But then, I heard his voice in my mind. “Y/N, I’m not mad or disappointed. In fact, I’m feeling quite the opposite. That was the hottest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

I stopped in my tracks, my heart racing. Turning around, I saw him standing there, a faint smile playing on his lips. Before I knew it, Charles closed the distance between us, his lips crushing against mine in a passionate kiss.

My body responded immediately to his touch, my desire for him igniting like wildfire. I moaned into his mouth, my hands roaming over his strong chest as I returned his kiss eagerly. Charles' taste and touch were addictive, and I already knew I would never get enough of him.

Guided by pure instinct, Charles backed me up against a wall, his lips never leaving mine as he reached behind me to open a nearby door. Still kissing me deeply, he backed us into his bedroom, our mouths fused together.

Breaking the kiss briefly, Charles growled softly, his breath hot against my ear, "Get on the bed, baby." His voice was thick with desire, and I felt my core clench at the commanding tone he was taking with me. I wanted him to take control, to show me just how much he wanted me.

I did exactly as I was told, my heart pounding in my chest as I climbed onto the bed and looked up at Charles expectantly. He reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and discarding it, revealing his muscled chest and abs.

My mouth watered at the sight, my eyes roaming over his defined body as I licked her lips subconsciously.

Charles kicked off his shoes and undid his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, his hard length springing free. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, and my pussy clenched at the sight, my own clothes feeling too tight and restricting.

"Take your clothes off for me, baby," Charles demanded, his voice hoarse as he watched her intently. "Show me that beautiful body."

I sat up, my hands shaking slightly as I lifted my top over my head, revealing my lace bra and the swell of my breasts. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my jeans, shimmying out of them, and then slowly stepped out of my panties, now completely naked and on display for Charles.

He groaned, his eyes raking over my body, taking in my breasts and smooth pussy. "You're fucking gorgeous, you know that?" He took a step closer, reaching out to trail a finger along my inner thigh, his touch sending shivers through me.

"Charles..." I whimpered, my voice filled with need. I had spread my legs slightly, inviting him to touch me where I wanted and needed it the most.

As if reading my mind, Charles smiled wickedly, lowering himself between my thighs. He nuzzled my creamy thighs with his face, placing soft kisses along my sensitive skin as he made his way closer to my core.

I sighed, my hands threading through his hair as I savored the feel of his lips and tongue on my skin.

"Mmm, you taste so sweet," Charles murmured against my pussy, his warm breath teasing me. He kissed my inner thighs again before finally zeroing in on my center, his tongue snaking out to lick a long, slow stripe along my slit.

I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily as I felt his tongue swipe through my folds, collecting my essence. "Oh God, Charles!"

Encouraged by my reaction, Charles gently gripped my thighs, spreading me open further to give him better access. He swirled his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, he inserted two fingers into my dripping core, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot inside me.

"Fuck, yes!" I moaned, my body writhing on the bed as Charles ate me out with skill and enthusiasm.

My hands grasped the bedsheets as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure washing over me. Charles devoured me eagerly, clearly enjoying the sweet nectar I was offering him.

It didn't take long for me to climax, my walls clenching around Charles' fingers as I cried out his name.

Charles hummed in satisfaction, licking and lapping up my juices as I rode out my orgasm. But he didn't stop there, continuing to work his magic with his tongue and fingers until I was trembling with sensitivity.

"Please... I can't take any more," I panted, my body still throbbing from the intense orgasms. "I need to taste you now."

With a grin, Charles withdrew his fingers and tongue, giving me a moment to catch my breath. Then he climbed up the bed, positioning himself above me. I reached for his throbbing cock, wrapping my hand around the shaft and stroking him slowly as I guided him to my waiting mouth.

I swirled my tongue around the engorged head, tasting the salty pre-cum before taking him deep into my mouth. Charles hissed, his hips bucking slightly as he threaded his fingers through my hair, gently guiding me as I sucked him off.

I took my time, swirling my tongue around his length, sucking and bobbing my head as I looked up at him through my lashes. I loved the power I felt in this position, knowing that I could bring this strong, powerful mutant to his knees with just my mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N... that feels so good," Charles groaned, his hips picking up a slight rhythm as he gently fucked my face.

I hummed in response, the vibration making Charles grit his teeth. He couldn't hold back anymore; he wanted to feel the tight heat of my mouth around him as he came. With a low growl, he began to thrust into my mouth, his pace quickening as he chased his release.

"Fuck my face, Charles," I moaned, loving the feel of his hard length sliding between my lips. "Cum for me."

my dirty words sent Charles over the edge, and with a hoarse cry, he spilled down my throat, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into my eager mouth.

I savored the taste of him, swallowing every drop he gave me as he rode out his intense orgasm.

We lay together for a moment, catching our breath, before Charles gently withdrew from her mouth, a satisfied smile on his face. "You are amazing, baby."

The comment made me blush, a happy warmth spreading through me as I reached up to kiss him. "Your turn to lay back and enjoy the ride."

With a twinkle in his eye, Charles lay back on the bed, his hard cock standing proud as he watched me straddle him. I smiled wickedly, reaching for a condom from the bedside drawer before rolling it onto him with ease.

I took my time, rubbing my slick folds against his length as I teased us both. Charles hissed, his hips bucking slightly as he tried to urge me down onto him. "Tease," he accused playfully, reaching up to tweak my nipples, making me gasp.

"Impatient," I retorted, aligning myself with him before slowly sinking down, taking him deep inside me. We both groaned, I threw my head back as I savored the feel of him stretching me.

Charles' hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I began to ride him, my tits bouncing with each bounce.

The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room as I picked up the pace, my hips moving in perfect rhythm. Charles thrust up to meet me, his hands squeezing the flesh of my ass as he helped to guide me onto him.

"You feel so good, baby," Charles panted, his eyes closed in ecstasy. "So wet and tight."

I moaned, my head falling forward as I got lost in the sensations. Charles' cock hit all the right spots inside me, and I could feel my orgasm building already.

Reaching between us, I started to rub my clit in tight circles as I rode him harder, my breath coming in short gasps. "Oh, fuck... I'm gonna cum, Charles."

"Cum for me, baby," Charles urged, his voice thick with his own desire. "Let me feel you squeeze my cock with that tight pussy."

As if on cue, my walls clenched around him, my juices flowing as I cried out his name. Charles groaned, his hips snapping up to meet mine as he thrust into me one last time, spilling himself into the condom.

Our bodies shuddered together as we rode out our intense, mutual orgasm.

Collapsing onto his chest, I felt Charles' arms wrap around me, holding me close. We were both sweaty and sticky, but the post-coital glow and the feeling of satisfaction made it all worth it.

"That was incredible," I murmured, placing a soft kiss on his chest.

Charles smiled, his hand gently tracing invisible circles on my back. "It certainly was. But we're not done yet."

I lifted my head to look at him, a mischievous glint in my eye. "Oh, really? And what did you have in mind?"

Charles' gaze darkened with desire. "I want to try something different. Something a little wilder."

Intrigued, I bit my lip. "Like what?"

Charles rolled them over, pressing a kiss to my neck. "You'll see," he whispered, his hand reaching down to stroke my slick folds. "But first, I want to taste you again."

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My first Marvel story!!!!

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How you met!

WARNINGS: Stalking, fighting, mentions of guns, Scars, implied murder, chains. Shouting, B/n= Best friends name. C/n= Character name, G/n= gang name BUNCH OF RANDOM PEOPLE/CHARACTERS

James Mcavoy: You met James at Oscars you had just won an award for Best Supporting actor, and you just finished your speech. Once you got back to your table you started to cry of happy tears while your co-stars hugged you and praised you for your work. People started to walk over to your table congratulating you for winning. And one of them was James Mcavoy once y'all started to chat y'all hit it off fast. You both were talking to each other like y'all have known each other for years. After hours it felt like even though it was only twenty minutes James gave you his number and walked off to his table.

Arthur Fleck:You didn't know why you chose to stay in Gotham. I mean like you knew this was a horrible place to live there, but you wanted to stay close to home and your family. One day you took the wrong path to work, and you saw some kids jumping a clown. "Hey!" All the kids turned around and faced you "Back off of the clown unless you want you to handle me I'm not afraid to fight brats like y'all." You stood tall trying to seem more tough. And you reached for your back pocket trying to trick the kids that you have a gun. So the kids saw your arm reach back and they ran away. You made sure they were gone for sure and looked at the beaten up clown on the floor, you walked up to him and crouched down to him checking his pulse to make sure he was alive. Arthur turned around and stared at Y/n handsome features Arthur faced beamed with red ,and started to get embarrassed and flustered. Arthur felt like he met his soulmate, the one. "Hello pal?" y/n waved a hand in Arthur's face "Uhm- Hello thank you for helping me..." Y.n gave him a big smile and said "No problem Uh-" Arthur! My name is Arthur." Y/n reached Arthur's hand and helped him up. "Stay safe Arthur" Y/n lets go of Arthur and walks away back to his way to work .

Peter Parker: You were the nice guy type of jock. You had good grades, didn't really get into trouble unlike your friends and you were great at sports. One day in chemistry class your teacher allowed partners. Usually you always picked your friends but you felt like you wanted to meet someone new. So you looked around for someone that peeked your interest, so you picked Peter parker. At first it was really awkward and after a couple minutes later it had gotten less awkward and y'all even exchanged numbers.

Joe Goldberg: It was love at first sight...well to Joe once you stepped foot in the book store Joe was already thinking about your every feature. He thought you were breathtaking and he started to feel the same feelings he had for beck but even stronger. He didn't think you haven't noticed his starring yet, but you already felt it the moment you entered so you acted dumb looking around for the book your boyfriend asked for. Once you found it and went to the cash register Joe got to see you up close with all your glory. He memorized the way you smell, how your hair looks, the way you dressed Joe thought he was blessed to witness you and all your beauty. After minutes of Joe starring you finally spoke up "Uhm hello" Joe stopped daydreaming and greeted you back "Oh sorry hi." You placed the book on the desk and said "How are you today uh...Joe" you had read his name tag and gave out your hand so he could shake it. Which he gladly took "I'm good...-" "y/n." you had cut him out. "Well nice to meet you Y/n, lovely book you picked out." Joe spoke with a smile, "Thanks it's one of my boyfriends favorite books." Joe dropped the smile quickly and told you the price which you paid for and said your goodbye and left. Joe was heartbroken but it didn't stop him from loving you...

Aaron Hotchner: You were held captive by the unsub aka your father. Your father had killed people who looked like you and wanted to save you for last. He hated you so much, he had dark thoughts about the ways he wanted to kill you like chopping you up to pieces, burning you alive, and shooting you down. He killed others like the way he wanted to do you. The BAU tracked you down to save you after they pieced the puzzle. You were in the basement chained up all bruised, your thin/chubby/athletic body had cuts and blood. The only thing you focused on was the pain in your body not evening noticing the shots and gunshots and the footsteps all over the house. The door had slammed open and you looked up at the bright lights and your sore eyes trying to adjust to it. You heard someone say something but you couldn't make it out ,so you shouted "Over here!" voice sounds dry and in obviously in pain. The tall man jogged to you and started asking questions while taking the chains off of you, you weren't listing you were just hypnotized at his handsome features "Do you know how long you were her-" "Im y/n l/n nice to meet you and thanks for saving me sweetheart." You spoke in a flirty tone with a weak smirk on your face. The man's cheeks had a light pink "Nice to meet you as well y/n" he spoke in a soft tone. You sat up and took his hand and shake it "your name is?" you say in a curious way "Agent Hotch" "Well agent Hotch I think we should get out of here" Hotch nods and picks you up bridal style leaving the basement you were thinking that you wished that you'll be able to him again.    

Hannibal Lecter: It surprised you that you got an invitation to one of Hannibal lecter dinner parties. When you arrived you'd hope it wouldn't be to awkward since you only knew one person really and that was your bf/gf/s/o. You and your s/o walked around exploring the house a little until y'all reached the dinning room. You'd both talked only to each other while when people tried to talk to y'all you both only spoke a few words since you had different interest then most people at the party. Your s/o excused themselves to go to the bathroom and Hannibal lecter excused himself as well after fifteen minuets had passed and you grown suspicious of how long they were gone for, so you left to find your s/o. When you creaked open the bathroom door you didn't see them so you searched the house for them at your last destination you reached the basement door and opened it and peaked it in. You didn't see anything and walked in carefully. You stopped walking heart beating rapidly you looked at the floor that's where your s/o is laid there chest and stomach ripped apart and the heart in their hands like it was trying to give it to you. You felt disgusted hands shaking as well your legs you can smell the strong stench of blood...Then you heard it. The door had locked the you tried to move but your legs and arms stayed still. Some footsteps walked towards you and felt breathing in your neck and hands on your waist and pulled you back making you lay on their body. "Do you like it?" the deep voice spoke. You didn't reply at all and just stared at your s/o lifeless body part of you wanted to scream and fight back but the other part of you just wanted to expect your fate. "I'm Dr lecter and you are?" you didn't reply  straight away but after a while you said in a scared tone "M/n..." "Alright M/n... this will only hurt a little" "Wha-?" SNAP your body dropped to the floor knock out cold... Hannibal Lecter isn't gonna kill you no he was gonna keep you.

Tom Hardy: You were the leading actor and Tom was your love interest. Today was the day for the big kiss. You were more than nervous you never thought you were gonna kiss a top tier actor like him. When in the dressing room on Facetime with your best friend and you were just gushing about Tom hardy and making up embarrassing scenarios that could happen. "Tom Hardy is so so cool and I'm so lame I could never be on his level!" you say whining "What if I slip on air and kiss him by mistake mid dialogue!! That would be so embarrassing." "I should just retire from acting before I humiliate myself..." You sigh heavy "I-" "SHUT UP M/N!!!" Your best friend yelled into the phone "It's gonna be okay just  say your lines wait for him to say his lines and kiss. easy as that m/n." "M/N!" one of your cast members called out of your trailer. "Coming! bye b/n!!" You hung up and walked outside with your cast member mumbling your lines to yourself. You scanned the set it has with the scented candles , roses,  and a bed. You thought your life was over you looked to your left to see a shirtless Tom Hardy with a silk robe loosely on and black sweat pants. You couldn't help to get dirty thoughts and become flustered. Everyone was ready to get the show on the road. You were shirtless and wore sweats that showed your (Athletics,chubby,thin.) body that made people fall in love. The cameras started rolling and you saw Tom  open the door slowly with the robe on but this time without the sweatpants you swallowed hard you felt your face heat up "You like what you see c/n?" Tom spoke in a seductive tone and did a 360 for a better look. You wanted to go off script so bad and straight out make out with him right now. You stood up and walked to him and looked at him and his body with longing eyes "You look so handsome my dear, it's a shame that you'll have to take off this later" pulling on the robe softly. Tom giggled and you placed some kisses on his neck softly going off script a little slowly bringing him to the bed "C/n?" "yes my dear?" "Do you love me?" "Of course I do my love!" "So... you wouldn't mind if I do this?" "Do what-" You were cut off by Tom's soft lips you naturally leaned into the kiss and placed tom onto the bed and got in between his legs  making out with him. "CUT!!" The director yelled and you pulled blushing so hard "Good work everyone! the director said "See ya at 30." everyone left.. You turned around to Tom and you felt someone grab your arms and pull you down onto the bed. Tom leaned in and whispered "Would you like to get dinner ye?" he spoke in a calming tone. "Yes dinner would be great!!" You gave Tom a huge smile and walked away.

Tommy Shelby: You are a leader of your own gang. You own clubs and bars but mostly the clubs bring you more money. Some of your men got into trouble with the Peaky Blinders, so you arranged a meeting with the Shelbys to try to solve this problem. Currently you're waiting in one of the private rooms in the club smoking and just out of space. "Sir the Shelby has arrived" one of your dancers says and leaves the room quietly to get him. Moments later Thomas Shelby comes into the room. You were hooked on his eyes and his body figure. You were barely listening only to some important things. "Do I make myself clear Mr L/n?" you took a minute to get yourself back together "Yeh" and you nod your head yes. "Good well I'll be off" Tommy says and starts to leave and one of the dancers starts to escort him to the exit.  Once he was out of an ear shot one of your favorite dancers says "Were you even listening?"  "Nope."

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Hello and welcome my name is Timothy.

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I tend to write oneshots over 1000 words, so if you want feel free to specify if you want a long or short story.

CONTENT I WRITE :

fluff

angst

sensitive / triggering topics

gore

smut / spice

most tropes ( best at friends to lovers )

I'm pretty comfortable with writing sensitive topics as well as angst ( anyone who's read my works before will know that they're the things I write best ) however, if I'm not comfortable with the topic as a whole I will DM you, or possibly put it off for a while.

*If you have a writing prompt from somewhere as well, feel free to send it through !!

CHARACTERS :

male reader / ftm

gender neutral

genderfluid

original character

I do not write female readers / characters anymore. If there aren't specified pronouns then I will write it as a male character.

There are also some characters I only feel comfortable writing for with a male reader/character and vice versa, which I'll note who.

PAIRINGS :

love interests

platonic

family

polyamorous ships ; depends on the character

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE :

support of homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia, racism, sexism, pedophilia, incest ; if they're mentioned in a request in terms of the character being bullied / abused ( in the past ) then i may write it but NOT explicitly, only a mention

a pairing against a character's canon sexuality

rape

pregnancy

female reader

anime

WHO I WRITE FOR :

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES :

charles rowland

edwin payne

monty

niko sasaki ( not romantic )

crystal palace ( not romantic )

DESCENDANTS :

ben beast

harry hook

carlos de vil

jay

mal bertha

evie grimhilde

LOCKWOOD & CO :

anthony lockwood

lucy carlyle

george karim

quill kipps ( friends / family only )

MARAUDERS :

remus lupin

sirius black

regulus black

james potter

lily evans ( not romantic )

evan rosier

barty crouch jr

marlene mckinnon ( not romantic )

dorcas meadows ( not romantic )

pandora lovegood ( not romantic )

mary mcdonald ( not romantic )

MARVEL :

peter parker / spiderman ( tom and andrew )

loki laufeyson

kate bishop

yelena belova ( not romantic )

steve rogers

bucky barnes

pietro maximoff

wanda maximoff

valkyrie ( not romantic )

natasha romanoff

tony stark ( not romantic )

gwen stacy ( emma stone )

gwen stacy ( atsv )

*marvel and particularly the mcu is a fandom i'm more comfortable with than most, so if there is a character not listed, then i may or may not write for them

NARNIA :

prince caspian

peter pevensie

edmund pevensie ( only during dawn treader )

SHADOW AND BONE / SIX OF CROWS :

kaz brekker

inej ghafa

jesper fahey

wylan van eck

nina zenik

alina starkov

nikolai lantsov

genya safin ( not romantic )

matthias helvar

STRANGER THINGS :

steve harrington

jonathon byers

max mayfield

robin buckley ( not romantic )

TEEN WOLF :

stiles stilinski ( *i will take most/all dylan obrien characters )

isaac lahey

scott mccall

liam dunbar ( not romantic )

allison argent

malia tate

lydia martin ( not romantic )

kira yukimura

derek hale

THE HUNGER GAMES :

finnick odair

peeta mellark

katniss everdeen

THE MAZE RUNNER :

newt

thomas

minho

X-MEN :

logan howlett

charles xavier ( james mcavoy )

jean grey

mystique

rogue

erik lehnsherr ( not romantic )

wade wilson / deadpool

kitty pryde

bobby drake

*FANDOMS COMING SOON : PJO, DISNEY

[heavenlytouches]

Masterlist

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started: 01/06/2022 (got hacked)

last update: 09/22/2024

total works: 31 (without profile informations and reposts)

FEM- reader GN- reader MALE- reader

SFW NSFW

IF YOU PROCEED READING YOU WILL SEE MY MASTERLIST FOR WORKS SUCH AS THE WALKING DEAD, AVATAR, CALL OF DUTY, X-MEN AND MORE :)

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Atonement

Robbie Turner- the whisper of healing (SFW) -FEM

Twilight saga

Dr. Carlisle Cullen- beneath the fog (SFW) -FEM

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Brokeback Mountain

Brokeback Mt. appreciation post (SFW)

American Horror Story

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Tate Langdon

Tate Langdon- lovely threads (SFW) -FEM

Kit Walker

Kit Walker- nightmare realm (SFW) -GN

Kit Walker- reflections (SFW) -FEM

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X-Men

headcanons

Logan Howlett

Logan Howlett NSFW alphabet (NSFW) -GN

Logan Howlett SFW alphabet (SFW) -GN

Charles Xavier

Charles Xavier NSFW alphabet (NSFW) -GN

Charles Xavier SFW alphabet (SFW) -GN

reactions

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Charles Xavier

Charles Xavier- mind games (SFW) -GN

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Celebrity Waters

headcanons

reactions

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Pedro Pascal

Pedro Pascal- morning person (SFW) -GN

Pedro Pascal- crisp air (SFW) -GN

Twenty one pilots

Josh Dun- beating hearts (SFW) -GN

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James McAvoy

James McAvoy appreciation post (SFW)

Stranger Things

headcanons

Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson- SFW alphabet (SFW) -GN

reactions

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Joyce Byers

Joyce Byers- a pinch of love (SFW) -GN

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The Walking Dead

headcanons

​Daryl Dixon

Daryl Dixon- little things (SFW) -GN

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Rick Grimes

Rick Grimes- find a way (SFW) -FEM

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The Walking Dead Men

TWD men are pretty like... (SFW)

Avatar

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​Jake Sully

Jake Sully- SFW alphabet (SFW) -GN

reactions

imagines

Tsu'tey

Tsu'tey- the heart of Pandora (SFW) -FEM

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Pirates Of The Caribbean

headcanons

William Turner Jr.

William Turner Jr.- hubby material (SFW) -GN

reactions

​Pirates Of The Caribbean Characters

​POTC characters- astraphobia (SFW) -GN

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Captain Jack Sparrow

Captain Jack Sparrow- secrets of Lost isle (SFW) -FEM

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Video Games

headcanons

reactions

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Resident Evil

Leon S. Kennedy- healing shadows (SFW) -GN

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Call Of Duty

Keegan P. Russ appreciation post (SFW)

J.R.R. Tolkien Worlds

headcanons

reactions

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​Froddo Baggins

Froddo Baggins- mushroom picking (SFW) -FEM

Legolas Greenleaf

Legolas Greenleaf- autumn air (SFW) -GN

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3 & 10? x

thank you anon! 🥰

3 - Let me see... I have a whole google doc with just ideas/lyrics. Turns out there's like 4 ideas that I haven't written yet? The football one is based on a cover of a song called Dance Without Me in which the player sees his ex at a club dancing with a player from a rivalling team.

For f1 I have a couple, one of which is a Professor!Toto Wolff fic that may never see the light of day (and a Greek Mythology AU that needs to be written but I don't have the time to figure out the plot details)

10 - Top 5 on AO3 by kudos Knights of the Kitchen Table (a BBC Merlin modern AU) Three times the male anatomy freaked Madeline out and one time it didn't (James McAvoy/OFC) Home (Xabi Alonso/Steven Gerrard) Cinnamon (James McAvoy/OFC) it's only half past the point of no return (Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres)

Top 5 on tumblr according to the top posts on the app it all fades to nothing (when I look at him) Toto Wolff x reader give me love and compassion Daniel Ricciardo x reader I wanna give you my love (you are my addiction) Joe Gomez x reader want you to be the last one I ever love Darwin Núñez/ofc if your cascade ocean wave blues come Marcos Llorente x reader

send me a number!

[chqrlievxl]

Private talks with the professor

Charles Xavier x Male!Reader

WARNINGS: smut yeah smut

It was a rainy day, and Charles was feeling stressed. Lucky for him Y/N was around. Y/N came to his office earlier, He went to talk to Charles because he was acting a bit strange.

When Y/N came to his office, He talked to him about what was happening. Charles kept saying that nothing was wrong, and that he was alright.

But Y/N didn't believe him. He knew something was definitely off. After a few minutes of talking Charles finally gave in and Charles told him about what was causing this.

"Need me to do anything to cheer you up?" Y/N said while looking directly at his eyes. "Actually...Yes you can do something" Charles said while smirking at Y/N.

"Like what?" He picked Y/N up bridal style, walked over to the nearest bathroom and pinned him over to the walls. Charles paused at him for a few seconds to admire his body.

Then Charles quickly smashed their lips together, quickly causing Y/N to moan. Y/N could feel Charles smirking at him.

Charles walked slowly to the sink and unbuttoned his shirt without breaking the kiss. Charles tries to take off Y/N's shirt as a gesture for Y/N to take his shirt off.

Charles kept kissing Y/N's neck hitting his sweet spots. Y/N slowly unbuckles Charles' belt, letting Charles do the same to him too.

Charles then suddenly bends Y/N over at his sink and slides a finger in. Y/N moans Charles' name loudly causing it to echo throughout the bathroom.

Charles adds another finger in and fastens the pase causing Y/N to moan out his name repeatedly. When Y/N was about to reach his climax, Charles pulls out his finger causing Y/N to whine.

Charles kisses Y/N again but more roughly and sloppily this time. He kisses Y/N's neck, slowly kissing him down to his chest, while listening to Y/N moan louder.

By surprise Charles quickly flips Y/N over again and adjusts his positioning. "Are you ready?" Charles asked. Y/N nods at his question.

"I dont hear you, darling." Charles says while tightly grabbing on his hips. "Yes.." Y/N says while his voice cracks. Charles slowy thrust in and out of him making Y/N want more.

Y/N moved his hips a bit to create more friction. "I didn't say you could move." Charles says. "Sorry-" Y/N gets cut off by Charles suddenly going at a faster pase making Y/N moan louder than before.

Charles starts pounding Y/N making him reach his climax again. "Charles pleas- AH~" Charles suddenly pounds harder and faster.

Charles thrusts are alot more sloppier because of him getting closer every thrust. "Ah~ Charles im gonna c-" Before Y/N even finished his sentence he already came.

After a few more thrusts Charles finally came. After they catch their breaths they both lie on the floor panting.

[supercap2319]

Erik: *Metal floating around him* “Move aside, Charles. I’ll take care of this intruder myself.”

Charles: “No, Erik, you can’t! He’s your son. Peter and Lorna’s brother from another universe.”

Erik: *Shocked* “What?!”

Y/N: “Hi, Dad.”

[yumekojabaml]

My little meat— Cannibal James McAvoy x Male reader

author's note: I need him fr 🥺🥺. ITS LONG AF

Tw: Weird behavior

You're taking a hike with your friends along a popular trail. Nothing out of the ordinary. As you're walking, you stop to tie your shoes.. your friends don't realize, and they keep walking.

Before you know it, you look up and they are very far ahead of you, up the small mountain. Before you can catch up though, you feel a hand on your shoulder..!

You turn to see a large man. He's got a friendly smile on his face. and has an axe in his hand, along with a rifle slung over his shoulder. You flinched. The man chuckles at your reaction

"No need to be startled, love. I'm just a hunter." The man says in a deep Scottish accent. His Scottish words sounded almost like a song. "Oh, sorry." You apologized.

He smiled more seeing your apologetic expression. He patted your shoulder with one of his large hands. "No harm done, dear. In fact. I'd say I'm rather happy to see a beautiful man such as yourself, on my mountain."

He had said the last part with a hint of flirtation, but you couldn't be entirely sure his intention. You chuckled. "Thank you, I came here with my friends but....they're gone now."

The man nodded his head. "Yes, I saw them go. But, I noticed you were very far behind them, love." He said, taking a step closer to you. His hand still on your shoulder. It was warm, but strong from working frequently.

"Oh, so you were behind us?" He nodded. "Yes, I was tracking a buck in these woods, and then I saw your group."

He spoke calmly, his eyes glancing up and down your body. It would look to the untrained eye as if he was simply sizing you up... but to anyone who knew better, they would know it was far more than that.

"I hope we didn't scare the Buck?" *he chuckled and shook his head, his hand gripping your shoulder a bit tighter*

"No no- no need to worry about that. You and your friends were far enough away to not scare it. So, dearie, why were you left behind from your friends?"

"I went to tie my shoes they didn't know and kept going" He hummed and looked down at your shoes, then back up at you.

"I see... hm, they don't seem very observant, love. Abandoning you the moment you fall behind..." His eyes darkened for a moment, and gripped your shoulder a bit tighter.

"Yeah, stuff like that happens a lot." He looked at you, his gaze now more intense, the grip on your shoulder now tighter than before.

"So it's normal for your friends to just leave you behind... and not notice you're not with them.? It doesn't seem like a very good friend group, love"

You nervously chuckled. "I know but here I am still with them." He huffed and pulled you a bit closer. This time the distance very obvious, as his body was almost pressed against yours.

"You should probably get new friends. If they're going to leave you behind so easily... hm, why'd they even bring you along?"

"There's a party here I don't know why but there is so they brought me here." He grunted, a look of annoyance going across his face.

"A party, huh? Here? They're gonna trash my mountain, aren't they..?" You asked him. "Your house is close?"

He grumbled out, seemingly annoyed by the idea of a party happening so near to his secluded home.

He nodded, his hand leaving your shoulder and going to your chin. He tilted your head up a bit so you were looking him in the eyes. His deep blue eyes locking with your own.

"Yes.. my home is very close by, love... I have a hunting cabin built not too far from here. It's secluded, so outsiders never come around"

You felt bad for him since there was going to be a lot of music." Oh, well I apologize if you hear loud music I can't stop them minus the sheriffs that I think are here?"

His eye twitched at the mention of loud music, and his hand left your chin. He was still holding you close to him though.

"They're gonna play music too...?! Christ... I hate those tourists coming into my woods... they never leave my mountain clean. It's so infuriating... the damn sheriff's are gonna be here too...?! Ugh..."

You gulped. "I'm sorry I can help clean up?" "Hm, well... I suppose having a helper around wouldn't hurt. As long as you stay far away from my cabin, love"

As he said the last bit, the grip he had on you got tighter— as if he almost didn't want to let you leave his side." Okay, I have to go now.. oh wait I didn't get your name?" He chuckled and shook his head.

"And here I was expecting you to introduce yourself first, love... what ever happened to manners? My names Ezekiel. You can call me Zeke" You smiled.

"Nice to meet you my name is M/n." He smiled, that intense look from before softening a bit as you gave your name.

He was now looking at you again, his eyes roaming your body and face, seemingly inspecting you.

"Ahh... and what a pretty name you have too"

"Thank you, I have to go now." He grunted and released his grip on you.

"Already..? I was hoping you would spend some more time with me, love... I'm a bit lonely out here."

He said, his eyes now having an almost disappointed look to them. You thought about for a second. It wouldn't hurt, would it? "Uh, sure I guess I could."

He raised a brow as you spoke, but his expression shifted into one of surprise, and then a small smirk.

"Can you, now...? Hmm, I'd love to spend more time with a pretty thing like yourself.." You beamed. "I can get to know you better."

He beamed back, this one much more sinister and darker than before. "Then come with me, love. Follow me back to my cabin, we can get to know each other better there".

"Ok."

He grinned and began walking down the mountain's trail. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure you were still following.

"It shouldn't take long to get there, love. Just follow close behind"

He hummed and continued walking along the trail. His eyes darting around the woods, as if he was looking for something. Every once and awhile he would look over his shoulder again, checking to see if you were still with him.

After a few more minutes, the two of you soon find yourselves in a secluded clearing. And near the end of the clearing. A cabin, built of logs and wood, and looks to be pretty old. Ezekiel began walking towards it, and turned to you again.

"My cabin, love. Come on, let's go inside" You went Inside looking around at his home.

He held the front door open for you, waiting for you to step inside. The inside of the cabin was actually quite nice, being well kept, and pretty clean. The door shut behind you as you stepped into the living room, Ezekiel coming up behind you. The only light being a small fire from the fireplace.

"Your home is beautiful." He hummed and took a step closer to you. He was now standing directly behind you, and placed his hands on your hips.

"You think so, love? I try to keep it nice and tidy."

Surprised that a cannibal like him can keep it tidy

He chuckled and began moving forward, his hands on your hips, gently pushing you forward. The two of you soon found yourselves next to the fireplace, the heat from it radiating around the small room.

"Come, love.. sit next to the fire. Try not to get too close though, I don't want you burning your pretty skin"

It was uncomfortable with his hands on your hips. He let go of your hips as you sat down near the fire. He then sat down next to you. He seemed much closer than necessary, his legs practically pressed against yours.

"Now... how about we get to know each other abit, love?" He drank some of his water. "Ok, yeah."

*he nodded, and crossed one leg over the other. His eyes gazing at you intently*

"You go first, love. I wanna learn a bit about you... like where are you from?"

"Well, I'm 16 from LA. I was always at the top of the art class; I even won a medal from a sculpture I made." He was surprised hearing your age, but he hid it very well. Instead, his expression only turned to interest*

"An artist, huh? Hm, I'm not too surprised you're so pretty... artistic types are often pretty in my experience."

He smiled, and his eyes roaming your body again. His gaze staying on specific parts of you for a few extra seconds. He leaned against the couch, crossing his arm over the backrest, while resting his own head on his hand.

"Ah, an artist... such a talented thing you are, love. What type of sculpting did you do?"

"It was about a cannibal." He froze, and he seemed to be rather surprised with your answer. His eyes narrowed and he leaned closer to you.

"A cannibalism-focused sculpture?.. that's quite a.. specific thing to create art off of love."

"Yeah, It was a man who held a kidney and bit into it looked so much better with color!"

He was surprised even further, and his eyes widened a bit. He began to rub his chin, his mind swirling as he thought about your words. Clearly very surprised with your choice of art.

"I have to say, love.. that's incredibly interesting. Who was it the sculpture was based off of if I may ask?"

"It was about some cannibal in some woods is all." He huffed and chuckled, clearly intrigued by your words.

"A cannibal who lives in the woods, love... Hm, what gave you that inspiration, exactly?" The tension was getting scary with the way he was acting now. "I-I found it in a news article." You stuttered.

He hummed and leaned closer to you. Now mere inches away from you. He raised an eyebrow as he heard your words, and a smirk appeared on his face.

"Ah, a news article about some cannibal in the woods... such an odd thing to get inspiration from, love."

"Yeah, it said "Beware Of The Cannibal Of The Woods."You wanted to go you wanted to go back to your friends where you felt safe. He giggled again, and placed a hand on your thigh. His grip not very tight, but it still was there, pinning you down.

"I see... sounds like some cheap tabloid. It would scare some weak-minded people, love."

"Yup." Just one word only one word. Began rubbing your thigh, his large hand slowly moving, rubbing circles on it. "So.. you saw this and decided to make sculpture based off it, love?"

"Y-yeah." Your voice quivers. *he hummed in response, his hand continuing to rub your thigh, slowly traveling up a bit higher. "Hm... I wonder, love. How accurate to the article do you think your sculpture was?"

You were confused what was he talking about? "What do you mean." You spoke looking at his hands gripping your thighs.

He smiled and followed your gaze, noticing you were looking at his hand still rubbing at your thigh.

"Your sculpture... the one of the supposed cannibal of the woods. How accurate was your sculpture to the article you read, love. You did say he was holding a kidney"

He began rubbing further up your thigh, slowly moving closer to the top. "It was....a blurred picture."

He smirked, and his hand began rubbing even higher up your thigh. So close to being under your pants, but he didn't go any further yet. His hand kept rubbing circles on your thigh, as he leaned in close to your ear, and spoke in a low tone.

"And what did this supposed cannibal look like in the article, love?.. I have a right to know" A tear streamed from your face when you finally realized.

"Y-y-you." He smirked widely he moved closer whispering in your ear saying. "You caught me sweetheart."

A/n: THIS SHIT WAS TO LONG IM MAKING A PART 2

[chiptaylorsfirst]

Practice Makes Perfect

Word Count: 2,005

Pairing: James McAvoy x fem!Reader

Warning: Smut, oral sex (male and female receiving), slight praise kink, some degradation

Summary: You and James have been working on a love scene for days now and haven't found a way to do it. You ask him to practice and things get very heated.

"Y/N, I need you to put more love in it, okay," the director called out. You were trying to do a love scene with James McAvoy for like the third time now. You retried again, memorizing your script and saying the words. "You don't have to leave then. In fact," James kissed you passionately and you matched it. "Nice, now pick her up." James lifted you up and carried you into a room. You tried your best to keep character but you got nervous. "Cut. Y/N, why do you look nervous?" "I am." The director sighed in disappointment. "Three hour break everyone." The amount of times this happened made you hate yourself. Everyone was sweet and patient and the director knew that it just took time. You only thought of one thing you could do. Practice always makes perfect. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you walked to James' trailer.

You knocked on his door and he answered. "Yeah," he said. "It's Y/N." He opened the door and you saw him standing there shirtless. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks and you looked at him. "Sorry, caught me off guard." He chuckled lightly. "It's okay. There's no need to apologize. What did you need?" You walked in his trailer and he closed the door behind you. "I was wondering if we could practice the love scene together. It's been so stressful for me and I just can't seem to get it right." He nodded quietly. "Sure. I don't mind." "Okay," you whispered out. You walked over to him, getting in character. "I would love to stay but my father insists I go back home and you know how he is. He doesn't approve of us, you understand?" "You don't have to leave then. In fact," James kissed you. You allowed yourself to relax into the kiss as you gently pulled his hair.

You bit his lip and you heard him moan. You pulled away and smirked. "Sorry, got a little carried away." He smiled at you. "I can see that." He picked you up and carried you to his bedroom. He laid you down. "Are you comfortable?" "Mhm." "Okay, you don't have to practice this if you don't want to." You loved how much of a gentleman he was. "I want to." He sighed to himself and got back into character. He started to kiss you once again and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He placed kisses on your neck and you let out a soft moan. "Fuck the script. I can't do this anymore. I need you." "You sure," he asked. "Yes." He stripped naked in front of you, removing his pants then his briefs. Your mouth watered as you looked at his hard length. It was larger than you were used to and you felt worry start to fill your mind.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" "I um, you're just very endowed. I'm worried." He placed a kiss on your cheek. "Don't be, I'll work you through it. I promise. If you feel any bit uncomfortable, just let me know and I'll stop." He started to remove your clothing, throwing every item on the ground. You were now fully naked in front of him and his eyes wandered throughout your body. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on." Your insecurity drifted away after his sentence and you smiled at him. "James, please come here. Let me hold you." He walked towards you and got in the bed, allowing you to touch him as much as you desired. Your hands wandered across his abs first and his chest. They then went to his stomach, going down until you met his v line. You stopped there and let the anticipation sink in. "Y/N," he said quietly. You grabbed his hard cock in your hand and felt the tip. "Yes?" You felt his dick twitch and you heard his breath hitch. "Please, give me more." You were surprised to hear him saying please. He was acting very submissive right now almost like he was holding back.

You were going to test his waters later. "Not just yet. I want to try something first." You flipped him underneath you and smiled. "What is it exactly?" "I want to ride your face." His face became flushed at the idea. "Okay." You crawled over his face and you felt his hands wrap around your waist to steady you. He started quickly, his tongue sliding across your folds. He then started his assault on you and started to eat you out as if he were starved. You threw your head back, moaning at the feeling. The angle was doing wonders. His tongue played your body skillfully as he sucked on your clit and maneuvered his tongue in your cunt. You tugged at his hair and he moaned against you, obviously enjoying the pleasure he was giving you. "James, ah." He hit a rather sensitive spot in you and you started rocking yourself on his mouth. You started to see stars as your orgasm was quickly approaching.

You came violently, your body shaking and his hold stronger on you. He made sure to drink up every droplet you had to give him before you weakly lifted yourself off of him. "Did I do well," he asked, his eyes glued on yours. "You have to be kidding. That's the best orgasm I've ever felt in my life," you confessed. He smiled to himself as he looked at you. "Why did you ask?" You started to lick a stripe down his body and stopped at his cock. He sucked in a breath. "There once was a woman who said that I was horrible at it. She made me afraid to ever try it again." You felt a bit of anger developing in you at whoever this woman was. "She told a very large lie." You then without warning licked a stripe at the underside of his length. You popped the tip into your mouth, tasting some of the pre cum as you did so.

He tried his best not to fuck your mouth and to let you have control. You bobbed your head up and down, concentrating hard not to choke or gag. You massaged his balls for a while and continued pleasuring him. "You look so good like this," he said, his voice hoarse and rugged. You moaned around him and suddenly lifted off from him. "Please fuck my mouth." James was taken aback by your words and he wasn't used to you being so bold. He did as you requested though. He pulled your hair and used it as leverage as he fucked into your mouth. Wet noises filled the room and you gagged a little from his length. "Such a good little girl for me, taking my cock so well." You moaned at his words, already getting wetter from the praise.

He started to twitch in your mouth and he started to become more vocal. "Do you wish to swallow my cum?" You did the best that you could to say yes and his pace started to become quicker. "Swallow for me." You did as he asked, eagerly swallowing all that he had to give you. You clenched your thighs together at the guttural moan that erupted from him. He let you off of him and sighed. "Fuck," he breathed out. You smirked up at him through your lust filled eyes. You knew he couldn't be so submissive for long. "How do you want us to do this?" You went in the middle of the bed and laid on your back. "Get on top of me." He obeyed. "You sure you want to go through with this? I need your word." He wanted consent and patiently waited for it. "Yep, I'm ready." He started to slide himself into you and kissed you as a distraction from the pain. You weren't a virgin. It was just big, very large compared to the others you'd been with.

He kissed your neck, collarbone, and shoulders as he distracted you from the pain. You sucked in air and once he was halfway inside, he stopped. "You sure," he asked again. "Yes." He slowly slid in the other half and waited once his cock was fully inside of you. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" "No, just takes some adjusting." After a moment, you finally signalled him to move. He complied quickly, thrusting into you at a slow pace. For a while it stung but soon the pain subsided and sex with James was what you found out to be very pleasurable. You started to scratch his back and he moaned in your ear. "Mm, Y/N." He loved how you were so wet for him and how he fit perfectly. It was as if your bodies were made for each other. Your back arched from the bed as he started to hit deeper places in you.

"James, mm, faster." He sped up to a medium pace, still making sure he didn't hurt you in any way. His thrusts were harder and he applied more pressure. He was practically tearing your body in half at the force. You started to move from the bottom, something most women never knew how to do and it drove James wild. Your legs tightly wrapped around him and your eyes rolled from the pleasure he was providing you. You were getting closer and you scratched his back harder. You knew he was probably bleeding by now but he didn't seem to care. The only thing that warned you was him pinning your wrists above your head. He pounded faster into you and you threw your head all the way back. "I, I'm," you couldn't get a sentence out from how he was fucking you. "Let it go." You came and he followed shortly after.

He placed a kiss on your forehead and let out a sigh. "What do you wish to do now?" "One more round and then we can retry the love scene maybe." He smiled at your response. "Okay." "What position do you want me in," you asked. "Reverse cowgirl." He laid on the bed then you lowered yourself on his length. The two of you moaned at the feeling. You bounced on him, setting a medium paced rhythm for him to match. He matched the pace you set and moved his hands to the front of your body. He played with your nipples, making you moan from the sensitivity of them. "Mm, James, fuck. S-so good." You arched your back and took him in impossibly deeper, your eyes rolling from how good it felt. Nothing ever felt as good as this.

You went faster and he followed. His cock pounded hard into you, making you see stars. His groans of pleasure were music to your ears. You felt his fingers rub in tight circles over your clit, sending you over the edge. "James!" You let out shrieks and moans of his name followed by soft moans. You came, milking his cock for what it was worth. He started to get more vocal and you felt his cock twitch. "Fuck, Y/N. Can I," he started. You already understood what he was asking and the word yes slipped from your lips quickly. You heard him moan until you finally felt his cum shoot inside of you. You lifted off of him then saw some of it start to leak out. You scooped it up on your fingers and sucked the mixture. His eyes were glued on you at the sight. "Tastes so good," you stated. "You look good doing that." You smiled at him. "I know. This isn't a one time thing, is it?" "Not if I can help it." "Good, so now we try the scene again?" He nodded his head. "Yeah, we can try that." After a few more rounds and having some hickies placed on your body, you were finally able to do the scene perfectly.

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No Business Like Show Business | Part Two

Series Summary: you work backstage at a theatre and become close with the star of the show (who you may also have a slight crush on)

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader

Word Count: 1843

Warnings: none

A/N: sorry this took so long! Hopefully the next part will be easier to write now that I’m back to working at the theatre and feel inspired again. Feel free to substitute James for any actor of your choosing. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Part One | Masterlist

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James McAvoy.

James Freaking McAvoy is our leading male!

Am I living in some sort of dream right now? Is this real life?

Okay I need to get a grip, be professional. This is my job. I have to be cool.

He’s just a guy.

A normal guy who just happens to be extremely good looking and very famous…

God help me.

— — — —

As the train approaches the station you put your phone in your pocket and stand up, picking up your backpack off the floor. The train comes to a stop and you step off onto the platform with the rest of the morning rush hour crowd.

“Morning Andrew!” you say cheerfully as you hold up your ID badge to the security guy who smiles back at you.

You head straight to the props room and dump your bag on the desk, pulling out your folder. You turn to the props page and start looking down the list, making notes of which items you know you already have and which items you're going to have to make.

You grab the basket and walk up and down the aisles, selecting and carefully placing props into it. After half an hour the basket is already full. You look at your watch and realise the rehearsal is about to start. You quickly grab your bag off the desk, slinging it over your shoulder and run out the room carrying the overfilled basket.

You reach the rehearsal room and as you're about to open the door it flies open, banging into you and sending the basket of props crashing down.

“Oh shit, sorry!” a Scottish voice says but you ignore him, kneeling down and beginning to pick stuff up. “A bit too eager to get my morning coffee” he laughs awkwardly.

“Really James, you’ve been here one day and you’ve already got women kneeling at your feet!” Another voice says with a laugh. You look up and realise Alan the director and James are both stood watching you. You feel your cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment.

“What can I say, I just have this effect on people” James winks at you and Alan laughs again before walking into the rehearsal room. “Here let me help you with that” James kneels down next to you and picks up a ventriloquist doll that is dressed like a court jester. He looks at it with surprise “Well this is.. terrifying! Why do I get the feeling this doll comes alive at night?”

“You think that’s scary you should see the rest of the props room. There’s some really weird things in there.” You laugh and James smiles.

“I bet it’s an amazing place to explore though.”

“It is pretty amazing.” You say with a smile as you put the last item back in the basket.

“I’d love to see it if you wouldn’t mind showing me around?” He asks as you both stand up. Your mouth drops open slightly, suddenly lost for words. “You don't have to, obviously, if you can’t or just don't want to. I realise it’s probably a bit of a strange thing to ask-”

“No it’s fine. I’d be honoured to give you the tour.” You reply and he grins.

“You free in the break between rehearsals?”

“Yeah sure”

“Brilliant. Cant wait!” He places a hand on your arm “Thanks Y/N” he lingers for a moment, his hand still resting on your arm as he smiles at you. You feel yourself getting lost in his bright blue eyes.

“James?” A shrill voice calls, causing you both to turn and look as James’ hand slips from your arm. The leading lady, Anastasia, is standing at the rehearsal room door staring at James. “There you are! Alan wants to start the rehearsal in 5 minutes.”

“Okay, let me just grab some coffee.”

“Mine’s oat milk and no sugar. Thank you babe.” She blows a kiss before disappearing back through the door.

“Duty calls” James says to you, rolling his eyes with a smirk as he heads off toward the kitchen.

You stand there for a moment taking in what just happened as you watch him walk away, then you notice Vera walking towards you.

“I can hear the bells…” she sings with a big grin on her face. You shake your head and laugh as you both walk into the rehearsal room together.

— — — —

“I like the colour of this one, but the shape and size of this one is more like what I had in mind.” Alan explains as he rifles through the basket of props, examining each item and giving you notes which you write down in your folder.

“I can make one like that but in the other colour if that’s what you want?” You reply and the director smiles.

“Perfect! Now about this puppet…”

You find yourself tuning out when you look over and see James walking back into the room carrying two cups of coffee. You notice the way his whole face lights up when he smiles, and that he smiles at everyone. You also notice the way Anastasia looks at him and touches him constantly, like she’s claiming him. You cant stop the small look of disgust creeping onto your face when she reaches up and fluffs his hair.

“Y/N?”

The directors voice suddenly pulls you back to your conversation.

“Sorry, what?” You turn your attention back to him.

“I was saying that it would be great if you could add some bells to the puppet’s hat?”

“Yes, sure of course. I can definitely do that for you. No problem.”

“You're a star!” He says before walking off to join the cast on the other side of the room.

You move over to the chairs at the side of the room and take a seat next to Vera.

“So…” she says expectantly.

“So?” You repeat cluelessly as you take out your notebook and pen.

“What happened with James?”

“Nothing happened! We were just talking about props.” You reply casually as you doodle on the edge of your notebook “He wants me to give him a tour”

“AHA! I knew it!” Vera exclaims loudly, causing everyone to look over to the two of you.

“Shhhh” you hush her, looking around apologetically before turning back to her “Knew what?”

“He likes you.”

“Don't be ridiculous”

“I’m just saying, he’s never once asked for a tour of the costume department, or any other department for that matter. Although I bet he would if you were the head of it…”

“He just likes props okay! Nothing to do with me.” You glance over and watch Anastasia laugh at something he just said. “Besides, I’m pretty sure there’s something going on with them two anyway.”

“Ha, she wishes! Trust me Y/N, the way he was looking at you and the way he’s looking at her are two very different things.”

You're about to argue back again but Alan calls for attention and the rehearsal begins.

— — — —

At the end of rehearsal you pack away your notebook and script as you listen to Vera describe to you what she’s planning to make for costume. You're suddenly aware of someone else stood next to you.

“Sorry to interrupt” James says looking between you and Vera.

“Not at all. Are you here to steal my Y/N away?” Vera asks with a cheeky smile.

“If that’s alright with you?” James replies.

“Only if you promise come over to the costume department before this afternoon’s rehearsal? I have some things for you to try on.”

“Of course”

“Then I’ll see you later” Vera says as she hook her bag onto her shoulder.

“I look forward to it” James smiles as Vera walks away, then turns to you “you ready?”

“I just need to put the rehearsal props away and then we can go”

“I’ll give you a hand”

The two of you go around the room, gathering various props and putting them in your basket. Once everything is collected you start towards the door. Suddenly someone steps in front of you both, blocking your path.

“Where are you going?” Anastasia asks, looking only at James.

“I’m just helping Y/N”

“Who?”

“Y/N” James repeats, gesturing to you stood beside him. You raise your hand awkwardly in a sort of wave.

“Oh, the props girl. I didn’t see you there.” She flashes a fake smile before turning her attention back to James “Lets go to Pret for lunch”

“I can’t, I’m busy”

“Busy? With what?”

“I’m meeting my agent”

“Oh. Well your loss. See you later” she blows him a kiss before glancing at you “bye props girl”

She flicks her hair as she turns and leaves.

“I’m so sorry about her” James says quietly as you walk to the door and he holds it open  for you.

“Don’t be. She’s not the first diva I’ve had to work with, and she certainly won’t the last.” You say with a small laugh as you both head down the corridor towards the lift. “Although I’ve never had anyone call me ‘props girl’ before.”

“It suits you. You should consider making that your name permanently.”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it” you joke, as you both get in the lift and head down to the basement. The doors open and you lead James through another corridor until you reach a set of steps that take you down to the door to the props room “Here we are”

“Who did you offend to get stuck down in basement?” James jokes.

“It’s not so bad. No one else comes down here cause they think it’s creepy but I find it peaceful. It’s nice having a place to work away from the noise of everyone upstairs.” You reply, entering the security code and pushing open the door. You flick the lights on and turn to James, watching his face light up as he takes in the sight of the rows and rows of prop covered shelves. “Welcome to the props department”

— — — —

“Okay, how about a…” he pauses while he thinks, a mischievous smile on his face “a rainbow coloured fish?”

“A rainbow coloured fish? That’s what you're going with?” You ask, laughing as you start walking down one aisle, scanning the shelves.

“Yes, a rainbow coloured fish. It’s so specific, you can’t possibly find a rain-”

“Here you go, one rainbow coloured fish.” You interrupt and hand it to him. He stands in amazement, gazing at the object in his hand. “I told you this place is amazing.”

“It sure is” he says as he watches you return the prop to its place on the shelf. As you turn back you see the way he is looking at you with a mix of wonder and admiration in his eyes. It catches you off guard slightly. After a few seconds you realise you've been staring into each others eyes and suddenly feeling awkward you cough slightly, thinking of something to change the subject.

“Uh, anyway I should probably stop distracting you now and let you get off to your meeting.”

“What meeting?” James looks confused.

“With your agent”

“Oh, yeah there’s no meeting.” He looks sheepishly “I may have told a teeny weeny lie to get Ana to leave me alone. She’s just so full on all the time and it gets a bit much, you know?”

“I understand” you nod and smile sympathetically.

“I try and find a quiet place so I can sit and learn my lines but she always seems to finds me wherever I go.”

“Well, we’re not technically supposed to but if you ever need somewhere to go you're welcome to use this room. It’s only ever me down here so its always quiet.”

“You sure?” He asks and you nod “I might just take you up on that offer.”

Part Three

A/N: if you want to see a video of the props room at the theatre I work in and the inspo for ‘rainbow coloured fish’ watch my tiktok video here

Taglist: @halfofwhatisayismeaningless​ @internetgremlin-reads​

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"Tirade"

James McAvoy x M/FTMreader

résumé : Fraîchement inscrit à des cours de théâtre, Uriel ne crois pas spécialement à ses capacités mais un souvenir de son adolescence reste gravé dans sa mémoire et l'aide à avancer dans ces cours. Un jour, un certain acteur vient rendre visite à une vieille amie, et il s'arrêtera sûrement devant une jolie représentation donnée par Uriel.

notes : je sais que ça ne peut pas vraiment être compté comme "x reader" car le personnage principal porte un nom mais je n'aime vraiment pas écrire avec le "Y/N" alors j'ai décidé de mettre un prénom sans réelle importance afin de faciliter l'écriture. Les dialogues et textes sont créés par mes soins, contrairement à la tirade finale qui reçoit ses crédits dans l'histoire ;)

! warnings : mention de propos se rapprochant de la sexualité, insécurités

3 800 mots

- Description à la troisième personne

Le théâtre n'était pas l’option qu’il avait envisagée dès le début. Il avait plutôt pensé à l'écriture, la peinture peut-être, mais pas le théâtre. Il voulait rester derrière les rideaux, pas avoir à se mettre en scène devant des paires d’yeux curieux. Vendre des livres et des tableaux lui semblait plus accessible, du moins pour lui c'était plus accessible, il travaillerait dur pour ça. Devenir écrivain ou peintre était plus courant qu’acteur, non ? Pour devenir acteur il fallait être reconnu par énormément de monde, il fallait être constamment jugé et épié. Il fallait un pur talent et beaucoup de chance pour devenir acteur. Ce qu’Uriel ne pensait pas du tout avoir. L’écriture pouvait s'apprendre plus facilement, il n'avait pas besoin de se montrer aux yeux du monde entier pour gagner un peu d’argent. La peinture pouvait être abstraite et anonyme, pas besoin d’avoir son visage sur la toile.

Pourtant il se retrouvait inscrit à des cours de théâtre depuis maintenant deux semaines. Son père lui avait forcé la main, il avait insisté en disant que pour lui cet art avait aidé à gérer sa timidité et que peut-être ça serait aussi le cas pour lui. Alors Uriel avait accepté, parce qu’au fond il avait toujours quelque chose dans sa poitrine qui demandait à sortir et à s’exprimer, et le théâtre pouvait peut-être l’aider à le faire. Du moins, il privilégiait cette excuse à une autre, totalement absurde.

« On reprend tout le monde ! »

La voix criarde de Mary fit sursauter la dizaine d’élèves. Tous rangèrent leurs portables ou casques afin de retourner sur scène et de reprendre les répétitions.

Uriel suivit le groupe, admirant la diversité présente. En s’inscrivant il avait vu qu’à partir de seize ans les personnes devaient s'inscrire dans le groupe adulte, et bien entendu du haut de ses vingt-et-un ans il l’avait fait. Mais dans le groupe il avait une jeune fille, de seize ans justement, Uriel l’admirait profondément, elle était vraiment douée et tout le monde le lui disait. Les rôles principaux étaient souvent pour elle d'ailleurs, mais elle ne devenait pas hautaine pour autant, au contraire elle était toujours surprise de les recevoir et c'était touchant à voir.

« Bien, commença plus calmement Mary, avant que l’on continue je voulais vous dire qu’un ami risque de venir vous voir d’ici quelques jours. Aussitôt les élèves devinrent curieux, il passe par ici et en parlant avec, il a proposé de venir vous regarder répéter »

« C’est qui ? Demanda Cloé, un acteur ? »

Uriel s’installa en tailleur par terre à côté de Matthias, un homme dans la cinquantaine avec qui il s’entendait bien. Ce dernier lui lança un regard et se reprocha de lui pour murmurer à son oreille.

« J’en ai vu des soi-disant acteurs passer par ici et crois-moi ils ne nous jettent même pas un regard, sourit-il, ils viennent pour se faire de la pub, dirent qu'ils sont gentils et tout ces trucs mais au fond ils s’en foutent de nous mon pauvre garçon »

Matthias n'était pas très apprécié dans le groupe à cause de sa manie à toujours voir le négatif dans une situation, comme à présent, mais Uriel appréciait ça. Pour lui c'était une qualité de voir les options que d’autres préféraient ignorer, et puis ça le faisait toujours rire.

« Peut-être qu'il est différent ? Répondit à son tour Uriel dans un murmure »

En guise de réponse, l’homme haussa les épaules, l’air peu certain.

« Oui c’est un acteur, mais je ne préfère pas vous dire tout de suite de qui il s'agit, continua Mary, vous verrez bien ! »

« Mais pourquoi il vient nous voir nous ? On est pas connus, on est même pas des professionnels »

Presque l’entièreté du groupe fut d’accord avec Joël, et Mary comprit leurs réactions.

« On se connait depuis le lycée lui et moi. Il sait que j’organise des cours au théâtre, il m'a simplement demandé si ça me dérangeait qu'il assiste à une session et j’ai répondu que non. Les élèves ne semblaient toujours pas convaincus, écoutez vous verrez de vous même alors arrêtez de me regarder avec des yeux de merlan fris. Je suis sûre qu’il pourra même vous donner des conseils »

Chacun eut un petit commentaire à faire, Mary les laissa discuter pendant plusieurs minutes avant de clapper des mains pour attirer leurs attentions et reprendre les vraies répétitions.

Depuis maintenant un peu moins d’un mois, le groupe travaillait sur une pièce en partie créée par Mary elle-même. “L’Ange et l’Oiseau”, un drame aux apparences mythologiques racontant l’histoire de deux personnages : un ange nommé Yaël qui cherchait désespérément à fuir les cieux, et une corneille nommée Danielle qui elle espérait avoir une place au Paradis malgré les croyances reliées à son apparence. Cloé avait le rôle de l’ange, Uriel celui de la corneille. C’était son premier rôle principal depuis son arrivée dans le groupe et il était assez anxieux à ce sujet. Il avait bien pensé à céder sa place à quelqu’un d’autre mais Matthias l’en avait dissuadé, il disait que ce rôle était parfait pour lui et qui fallait juste un peu de temps pour apprendre toutes les répliques. “Toi qui a le prénom d’un ange te retrouve à jouer l’oiseau, c’est pas un comble ça ?” lui répétait-il souvent. Et même s’il ne voulait pas l’avouer, entendre les compliments de Matthias lui faisait vraiment du bien. Le cinquantenaire lui avait d’ailleurs proposé de l’aider pour réciter son texte, mais Uriel avait gentiment refusé. L’idée d’être au premier plan le faisait déjà bien assez paniquer, il préférait réviser seul afin de faire les fautes seul et ne pas avoir les yeux de quelqu’un sur lui. Pour cette même raison, il restait une heure de plus à la fin de chaque cours pour être au calme et surtout avoir la possibilité de répéter dans le lieu final. Mary avait assez confiance en lui pour le laisser seul ici et revenir une heure plus tard afin de refermer les portes de la salle de spectacle.

Ne manquant pas son rendez-vous solitaire, Uriel observa les autres élèves quitter la scène et sortir petit à petit de la grande salle. Matthias lui souhaita bonne chance et fut le dernier à partir. Le jeune homme souffla doucement en entendant ce silence. Il appréciait les autres membres du groupe mais sa tranquillité était d’autant plus appréciée. Uriel repris son texte, ces nombreuses pages qu’il devait apprendre par cœur, et il se mit au travail.

L’heure passa plus vite qu’il l’aurait pensé, il s’en rendit compte lorsqu’il reprit son portable pour vérifier la date du prochain cours. Avec surprise il vit affiché dix-huit heures trente, ce qui voulait dire que Mary avait trente minutes de retard. Uriel ne s'inquiéta pas plus que ça, un retard pouvait très bien arriver à n’importe qui. Il rangea tranquillement ses affaires, murmurant son texte en même temps, puis il alla vers la sortie. L’idée de partir lui traversa bien l’esprit mais ça voulait dire laisser la salle ouverte et sans surveillance, ce qui n’était vraiment pas recommandé ici. Uriel vivait seul, personne n’allait s’inquiéter s’il rentrait encore un peu plus tard, il décida donc d’attendre le retour de Mary pour qu’elle puisse fermer à clé en toute sécurité. Le jeune homme s’installa assis contre une des portes et reprit son sac à dos. Avec le temps, il avait pris l’habitude de toujours emporter un livre avec lui, et aujourd’hui cette technique allait payer. Il entama donc sa lecture, un recueil de poèmes qu’on lui avait offert il y a deux ans mais qu’il n’avait jamais pris le temps de lire.

Il fallut quelques pages pour qu’Uriel rentre pleinement dans le livre mais assez vite il oublia son environnement et enchaîna paisiblement les poèmes. Il fut tellement absorbé qu'il ne remarqua pas Mary accompagnée d’un homme se diriger vers lui. La trentenaire salua son ami qui s’excusa de l'avoir autant retenu, puis elle se dirigea vers Uriel. Ce dernier sursauta en voyant des jambes arriver dans son champ de vision, mais il fut soulagé en voyant le visage familier de Mary.

« Excuse moi pour le retard, l’ami dont je vous ai parlé tout à l’heure est arrivé plus tôt que prévu et il est passé au théâtre, expliqua-t-elle en observant le garçon ranger son livre, merci d'avoir attendu »

« C’est normal, sourit Uriel, on se voit demain de toute façon ? Mary hocha la tête tout en fermant à clé les deux imposantes portes, alors à demain et passe une bonne soirée »

La femme observa son élève quitter tranquillement le bâtiment, un sourire aux lèvres.

Le lendemain, la journée passa plus vite qu’il ne l’aurait espéré. Les clients au supermarché n’avaient pour une fois pas été insupportables, ou du moins la majorité s’était bien tenue. Malgré ça, Uriel était plus que pressé de rentrer chez lui et de prendre sa douche. Les apparences pouvaient être trompeuses mais rester toute la journée enfermé dans un magasin donnait assez vite chaud, d’autant plus lorsque des clients demandaient une certaine maîtrise de soi.

Fermant la porte fermée à clé derrière lui, Uriel se dépêcha de retirer tous ses vêtements sales. Il vida vaguement son sac, retirant simplement la vaisselle utilisée lors de son repas de midi puisque le reste restait constamment dedans. Il ne voyait pas l’utilité de retirer ses affaires de travail si c’était pour les remettre le lendemain, autant les laisser à leurs places.

Une fois tout son rituel habituel effectué, le jeune homme vérifia l’heure. Il lui restait moins d’une demie-heure s’il voulait éviter d’être en retard. Sur ce constat, il fila sous la douche, ne prenant pas le temps de mettre de la musique ou même de vérifier ses messages. Heureusement il ne finissait pas tous les jours aussi tard, mais lorsque ça arrivait il devait courir pour être à l’heure. Le seul point positif, qui l’avait d’ailleurs persuadé de garder ces cours, était que le théâtre se situait à moins de cinq minutes à pied de chez lui. Petit, Uriel avait l’habitude de s’y rendre avec son père pour voir quelques représentations et pièces, malheureusement avec le temps cette coutume s’était perdue. Mais grâce à ça, il connaissait les lieux, bien sûr avant de s’être inscrit à ces cours il ne pouvait pas savoir à quoi ressemblait le derrière de la scène, mais ces années de fidélité au programme lui avaient permis de connaître les salles et artistes sur le bout des doigts. Évidemment, “connaître” était un bien grand mot pour ces acteurs, mais Uriel avait appris les noms des comédiens réguliers ainsi que leurs pièces répétitives. Ce détail n’en était pas un durant les cours car grâce à cela il pouvait citer les précédentes pièces jouées ainsi que certaines parties. Par exemple, son père aimait beaucoup les représentations de Cyrano de Bergerac, par conséquent il entraînait toujours son fils avec lui pour les voir, et résultats Uriel connaissait par cœur les différentes versions de la tirade pour Roxane du personnage principal. Sa préféré restait de loin celle moderne interprétée par James McAvoy, même s’il l’avait vu il y a plusieurs années de ça, elle restait gravée dans sa mémoire. L’émotion qu’avait réussi à transmettre le comédien était époustouflante. Uriel se souvenait encore du silence ambiant dans la salle, des larmes sur ses joues, et des applaudissements finaux. Il avait dix-sept à l’époque, et quatre ans après il était encore capable de réciter ce texte sans une faute.

Une serviette posée maladroitement sur ses cheveux, Uriel éteignit la salle de bain pour aller dans la chambre et y prendre des vêtements propres. Il ne se prit pas la tête et attrapa simplement un t-shirt abordant un logo Marvel qui traînait dans son armoire ainsi qu’un jogging assez large pour faire des mouvements fluides. Il enfila rapidement des chaussettes ainsi qu’un sous-vêtement avant de retourner chercher son sac à dos. Comme à chaque fois, le jeune homme vérifia d’un coup de regard qu’il n’oubliait pas un robinet ouvert ou ce genre de choses, puis il ramassa son large gilet et le ferma avant de quitter son appartement.

À moins dix, Uriel fut enfin dehors, le pas rapide malgré sa légère avance. Il n’aimait pas être en retard mais il arrivait pourtant souvent à l’être, et les autres membres du groupe le savaient très bien.

Mais heureusement pour lui, il arriva même avec trois minutes d’avance. Comme toujours Matthias était déjà présent, et il devait l’être depuis plus d’un quart d’heure. À peu près tout le monde était là, sauf Joël qui avait prévenu de son absence et Arthur qui avait manqué son bus.

« Bonsoir à vous tous ! Salua gaiement Mary en rentrant dans la salle, j’espère que votre journée n’a pas été trop éprouvante parce que ce soir on reprend tout le troisième acte »

Plusieurs élèves soupirant en cœur, la femme descendit avec une joie de vivre peu habituelle les marches jusqu’à arriver au devant de la scène. Uriel échangea un regard interrogatif avec Matthias, ce à quoi l’homme haussa les épaules. Mary n’était pas d’un tempérament très gai, elle n’était pas tout le temps déprimée mais disons que la voir dans cet état était nouveau, et ça attisait la curiosité d’Uriel.

« On ne va pas attendre Arthur il prendra en cours de route, expliqua-t-elle en retirant son manteau ainsi que ses chaussures »

Afin d’avoir une meilleure adhésion sur le sol en bois ciré de la scène, tout le monde devait retirer ses chaussures et rester en chaussettes. Puis, ça apportait une ambiance plus légère.

« Donc ! Cloé positionne-toi pendant que Khais est sensé finir sa réplique, les deux obéirent sans problème tandis que Mary ajustait l’emplacement de Cloé »

Les autres restèrent assis contre le mur de droite, observant la scène en attendant patiemment leur tour.

« Très bien, Mary claqua des mains et le silence tomba comme d’habitude, le rideau s'ouvre sur Yaël à genoux près d’une rivière, on devine qu’il boit pendant qu’une musique est censée installer un sentiment de paix. Cloé c’est quand tu veux »

Le jeune femme avait mis ses longs cheveux blonds dans un chignon imparfait qui lors de la vraie répresentation sera camouflé avec des plumes blanches et fleurs. Le choix de faire jouer un femme pour un ange et un homme pour une corneille était volontaire de la part de Mary, elle disait toujours qu’un comédien devait être capable d’incarner le genre opposé. Matthias n’avait pas été de cet avis au début, mais grâce à quelques explications venant d’Uriel, il avait fini par tomber d’accord sur le sujet.

« Oh père, que dois-je faire pour cesser ce châtiment que tu m’infliges, commença à voix basse Cloé, dois-je faire le mal ? Dois-je désobéir à mes convictions intimes pour m’épargner ce dur supplice ? »

Cette scène avait été compliquée pour Cloé à apprendre et surtout à interpréter, elle ne parvenait pas à garder ce mi-ton assez doux pour être celui attendu et assez puissant pour résonner à travers toute la salle. Mary l’avait beaucoup aidé là-dessus, lui donnant des exercices de respirations pour canaliser sa voix et ses intentions, mais aussi des vidéos à regarder pour que son oreille s’habitue à ce ton particulier. Au bout du compte, elle parvenait à réciter son texte comme demandé, et comme toujours avec elle, la scène était émouvante. Uriel admirait sincèrement Cloé car malgré son jeune âge, elle réussissait à comprendre la demande qui lui était faite. Puis, elle était douée, tout le monde le voyait ici. Matthias avait même dit que si un jour quelqu’un venait chercher de futur comédiens, il hésiterait très certainement entre elle et Uriel, mais bien sûr le jeune homme en question avait gentiment rit, disant qu’il n’y avait aucune compétition possible entre lui et l’adolescente.

« Que fais-tu de ce pauvre oiseau ? Ce pauvre maudit, maudit par sa couleur et la signification que l’on lui attribue. N’es-tu pas touché par son histoire ? Ne souhaites-tu pas faire taire ses souffrances et lui accorder la libération qu’elle demande ? Je connais ta bonté mon père, accordes-moi ce souhait je t’en prie »

Uriel se releva sans un bruit, préparant son entrée tout en récitant dans son esprit ses mots. Son gilet à présent ouvert, il le laissa glisser le long de ses bras avant de le poser en boule dans un coin. Pour lui le plus compliqué était toujours les premières phrases, il avait constamment peur de les rater ou de les oublier. S’il se trompait au milieu ce n’était pas grave, son erreur pouvait passer inaperçue, alors que pour le premier mot c’était totalement différent.

Mon ami, je te cherche depuis que le soleil a pointé ses premières lumières, se répèta en boucle le jeune homme, mon ami, je te cherche depuis que le soleil a pointé ses premières lumières.

Cloé laissa tomber une plume de ses cheveux, c’était son signe.

« Mon ami, je te cherche depuis que le soleil a pointé ses premières lumières ! Déclara mélancoliquement Uriel en arrivant sur le milieu de la scène »

« Oh Danielle ! Oh mon pauvre oiseau ! S'exclama Cloé, comme tes plumes sont ravissantes ! »

La tête du jeune homme tournant d’un côté pour exprimer sa gêne, il joua un sursaut lorsque Cloé attrapa entre ses mains son bras. Pour ce rôle, Uriel allait devoir porter une tenue entièrement noire sur laquelle serait collée plusieurs plumes de la même couleur, et comme Cloé, des plumes dans les cheveux. Il avait proposé de disposer ces dernières de manière à ce qu’elles descendent dans sa nuque, afin de faire une illusion de cheveux plus longs et une apparence plus féminine.

« Je t’en prie ne compare pas ces atrocités avec la beauté qui rayonne de ta robe, commença Uriel, se retournant pour marcher dos à l’ange, tes plumes illuminent les cieux et renvoient la lumière divine sur les oiseaux comme moi. Elles sont créées pour faire bouillir de jalousie les plus gracieux paons, elles représentent la Paradis et ses disciples, récita tristement la corneille en pointant le ciel. Ne compare pas ma malédiction avec ta bénédiction, tu risquerais d’irriter les cieux. Ma place est déjà permise sur une terre aussi belle que la nôtre, ne compare pas mes monstruosités avec une chose qui ne doit être attribuée qu’à la lumière. Il émit une courte pause. Oh mon ami, ne compare pas le crépuscule avec l’aube ! »

Un silence tomba dans la salle alors qu’une larme coula le long de la joue d’Uriel. Sa partenaire de scène, les lèvres entrouvertes, joignit ses mains dans un applaudissement, et bien vite les autres la suivirent. Sortant peu à peu de son monde dramatique, le jeune homme regarda ses camarades avec incompréhension. Il passa sa main contre sa joue pour y essuyer l’humidité, et se mit à sourire malgré lui en comprenant petit à petit la raison de ces applaudissements. Matthias se leva en premier et effectua un signe de révérence qui fit doucement rire Uriel.

« Est-ce que tu veux bien comprendre tous mes compliments maintenant ? Tu es talentueux jeune homme, que tu le veuilles ou non, commença Matthias, accompagné par plusieurs hochements de têtes derrière lui »

Mary se retourna vers le fond de la salle, semblant sourire à quelque chose dans la pénombre, avant de s’avancer.

« Matthias a raison, c’est clairement la meilleure version que tu as fais jusqu’à présent, elle lui sourit »

Le jeune homme voulut bégayer des remerciements, sentant une véritable gratitude au fond de lui, mais un applaudissement le stoppa net. Il n’eut pas besoin de regarder les élèves pour comprendre que cela ne venait pas d’eux, ça venait de droit devant, haut sur les marches. Uriel s’avança timidement sur la scène pour tenter d’y voir plus clair, mais bien vite l’inconnu se mit de lui-même dans la lumière.

Un poids tomba dans l’estomac du jeune interprète, et il ne fut pas le seul surpris. Toujours contre leur mur, les apprentis comédiens se mirent chacun leur tour à écarquiller les yeux dans des grimaces de plus en plus ridicules.

« Je vous ai parlé de mon ami hier, expliqua gaiement Mary, il se trouve qu’il est arrivé plus tôt que prévu, alors je vous présente James »

Comme s’il s’agissait d’un simple homme, il sourit aux élèves qui étaient toujours sous le choc, et plus particulièrement à une jeune corneille. Avec agilité, il monta sur la scène, se stoppant devant ce joli oiseau.

« Enchanté, James, se présenta poliment l’acteur, Mary m’avait parlé d’un potentiel talent et je suis ravi de te voir en personne Uriel »

Peut-être qu’il murmura un “bonsoir”, mais lui-même n’était sûr de rien à cet instant.

Tout ce qui tournait dans son esprit bouleversé était cette tirade, cette tirade que ce matin encore il récitait innocemment dans la rue.

Je t’aime, j’ai besoin de toi, je te veux. Et je me réveille avec ta voix résonnant dans ma tête. Je te regarde et je ne peux pas me concentrer.

Je suis honteux, je suis en colère, je suis amoureux, je suis fou, je suis heureux, je suis mort, je suis vivant, je suis stupide, je suis sans mot.

Je t’écris des lettres, et je les détruis, puis je t’en écris de nouvelles. Je t’idéalise, je t'humilie, je te déshabille. Je regarde à travers tes yeux, j’embrasse tes yeux. Je te pousse contre le mur, mais tu repousses, tu repousses. Ton corps veut le mien, tu embrasses ma bouche, tu mords ma lèvre. Tu fais couler le sang. Tu es en feu, tu es en feu.

Le monde entier s’illumine, et je brûle, et je brûle d’amour.

Le monde entier s’illumine, et ce soir, et cet homme. Et ta voix s’illumine.

Je n’ai pas de patience, je n’ai pas d’esprit, je n’ai pas de repos, je n’ai pas de maîtrise, je n’ai pas de honte. Je n’ai aucune autorité sur moi, je pourrais attendre des heures pour un regard avec toi, et finalement ne pas t’adresser la parole du tout. Je ne peux pas parler, je ne peux pas arrêter de parler, je ne peux pas arrêter de regarder.

Je fais de toi un objet, je te désire. Je t’écris, j’écris pour toi. Je déchire tout ce que j’ai déjà écrit pour toi ou sur toi, je brûle mon corps vif pour toi. Je t’idolâtre, je te dévêts, je te déshabille. Je retire le plus petit bouton de ta manche.

J’embrasse ta taille, j’embrasse ton cou, j’embrasse ta nuque. J’embrasse ton poignet, et je suis muet.

Je suis muet.

Tout ce que je peux dire est que je veux, je veux, je veux. Il n’y pas de poésie, il n’existe aucune structure permettant de donner un sens à tout cela. À part je veux, je veux, je veux.

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VOTE! (NOT FOR A FIC BUT A CHARACTER/CELEBRITY)

So, I'm gonna cancel the yandere series, I really like this one (The Pharaoh x male reader). And because I have never seen one that involves Pharaoh x male reader.

Same rules:

PICK ONE CHARACTER! (Don't say [Character 1] or [Character 2] you must pick or I'll choose for you

You MUST put it in the comments. If you can't type in the comments or you want to stay anonymous, send me an ask with your vote and I'll add it in the comments.

Edward Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Jasper Hale

Emmett Cullen

Jacob Black

Caius

Aro

Marcus

Demetri

Sam Uley

Garett

Tony Stark

Peter Parker (Bumping up his age)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Thor Odinson

Clint Barton

Pietro Maximoff

Scott Lang

Bruce Banner

Dr. Strange

Loki

Venom

Deadpool

Helmut Zemo

Falcon

Izuku Midoriya

Dabi

Katsuki Bakugou

Mirio Togata

Tenya Lida

All Might

Enji Todoroki/Endeavor

Hawks

Eijiro Kirishima

Shoto Todoriki

Chris Hemsworth

Chris Evans

Robert Downey Jr.

Shawn Mendes

Tom Holland

Jeremy Renner

Sebastian Stan

Henry Cavill

Zac Efron

Colby Brock

Brennen Taylor

Sebastian Stan

Jensen Ackles

Jared Padalecki

Anthony Mackey

Aaron Taylor Johnson

Misha Collins

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Matt Cohen

Bryan Dechart

Joe Manganiello

Pedro Pascal

Kim Nam-Joon/RM

Kim Seok-JIn

Min Yoongi

Jung Ho-Seok

Park Ji-Min

Kim Tae-Hyung

Jeon Jung-Kook.

James McAvoy

Ryan Reynolds

Robert Pattinson

Hugh Jackman

Johnny Depp

Scott Eastwood

Jared Leto

Ben Affleck

Ewan McGregor

Channing Tatum

Luke Evans

Tom Hiddleston

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

John Winchester

Lucifer

Crowley

Jack Kline

Young John (Michael)

Dean (Michael)

Adam (Micheal)

Archie Andrews

Jughead Jones

Reggie Mantle

Kevin Keller

Hiram Lodge

Malachai

F. P. Jones

Fangs Fogarty

Eren Jaeger

Levi Ackerman

Erwin Smith

Jean Kirstein

Reiner Braun

Kenny Ackerman

Bertolt Hoover

Clark Kent/Superman

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Arthur Curry/Aquaman

Billy Batson/Shazam (Bumping up his age)

Hal Jordan/Green Lantern

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Damian Wayne

Tim Drake

Barry Allen/The Flash

Oliver Queen/Green Arrow

Captain Cold

Captain Atom

Chris Redfield

Leon S. Kennedy

Albert Wesker

Carlos Oliveira

Ethan Winters

Karl Heisenberg

Piers Nivans

Mr. X

Cole Young

Johnny Cage

Scorpion

Kui Liang

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Jeremy Gilbert

Tyler Lockwood

Matt Donovan

Tobio Kageyama

Kei Tuskishima

Toru Oikawa

Tetsuro Kuroo

Asahi Azumane

Daichi Sawamura

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Hajime Iwaizumi

Kotaro Bokuto

Satoru Gojo

Kento Nanami

Aoi Todo

Toji Fushiguro

Ryomen Sukuna

Brahms Heelshire

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers

Stu Matcher

Billy Loomis

Hannibal Lector

Will Graham

Norman Bates

Pyramid head

Sweeney Todd.

Bobby Drake

Scott Summers

Logan Howlett

Erik Lehnsherr

Young Professor X

Scott Mccall

Derek Hale

Peter Hale

Chris Argent

Andy Barber

Ransom Drysdale

Geralt of Rivia

Ian

Mickey

Collin Shea

Johnny Storm

Jake Jensen

Ari Levinson

Tanner Grayton

RK800 (CONNOR)

RK900 (NINES?)

Gavin Reed