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lokisivy · 2 months

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

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

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

READERS POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

3rd pov

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

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

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

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

Readers POV

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

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

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

"I-"

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

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

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

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

Closer.

And Closer.

our lips so close but yet so far.

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

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

"This is wrong." He voice became deeper

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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4ever-feral · 6 days

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

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librababe99 · 14 days

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Healing Touch

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

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

(Marvel Masterlist)

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

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

But then there was you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then you kissed him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please,” he breathed, his voice ragged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was all the permission he needed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, with one hard thrust, you shattered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You frowned slightly. “For what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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im-his-druidess · 6 days

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PERS👁️👁️

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

I love that gif so much 😆

Breeding kink

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

Exhibitionism

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

Hair pulling

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

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

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logansargeantsbabymom · 2 months

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Bar Realizations

Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

a/n: I’ve had this story in my notes drafts for a hot minute but I never posted it but now I feel like I should.

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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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transparent-peach · 28 days

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Hey loves! Hope you’re all having a great morning/day/night. Okay so here we go again. I can't put down my phone when it comes to writing so let's go. Yeah i kinda went deep into writing and i am glad i did. Hope you’re all feeling the same! Today i bring you another one with our man James.

warnings: smut, bit of ch0king, curse words, alcohol, tobacco products

James McAvoy x Reader <3

it is a bit long, hope you don’t mind it!

(more than 3k words)

Drunk In Love

Luckily you were invited for the after party of the premiere of Split, since you worked with the crew. You are a set designer. You were a bit nervous to be in the same exact room with the whole crew of move Split. It was sweet to remember all the actors from the set of the movie, and how much they were so different. Especially James. He seemed to be very enthusiastic about his job. You looked up to him because of this.

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I was anxiously fidgeting with my empty hand since the other was full of with a glass of expensive champagne. I was wearing a nice black dress with red bottomed high heels. My necklace sparkled in the yellowish light as i walked past the actors. I sat down to the table that had my name tag on it.

"How are you my beautiful Y/N?"

My smile grew bigger as i looked at Elizabeth, my coworker. She was my favourite woman in the whole set. Eliza was in her fifties but if i didn't know, i wouldn't tell.

"Kinda nervous. You know i get nervous when i smell too much millionaires."

I joked around as i took a sip from the champagne.

"It is okay, darling. May you join me for another one?"

She raised her glass up a bit so i could see it. It was empty. I nodded.

We went for drinks and I knew that if someone recognise her we must have to stop and have a chat. It happened that way. She was a very talented designer so she gained some fame along the way.

"Enjoying the gathering?"

A man came up to her and stroked her arm.

"Yes James, thank you. You were amazing in the movie dear. I knew yellow was your colour. Especially when you were half naked. Not so unfortunately that happened many times. We liked it, didn’t we, Y/N?" She let put a small laugh as she was toying around with me, poking the side of my torso. I smiled, tried to hold back my laughter, looking down to my shoes. "Are you enjoying this shitshow?"

She winked. She was a very charming woman and she had huge confidence in her hands. One more thing about her. Her husband was the director.

"Yeah, kinda enjoy it, yes. And you, Ms.?"

He was basically asking for my name as he turned to me.

"Yes Mr. McAvoy."

I held out my hand.

"Y/N Y/L/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, i think we have met before..." He held it, instead of shaking it he gave a short kiss to my hand.

"Okay kids, i will go enjoy my drink from a nice distance. Get to know each other."

And i haven't mentioned... She read people like books.

"Yes, we met before. I was the woman who rushed back and forth with the props. I think i helped Elizabeth with your clothes when you played… Hedwig i guess."

"Yes! I remember now. Sorry, there was so many things happening on the set."

He scratched his head and smiled a bit awkwardly because of the fact he forgot me.

"It's okay, Mr. McAvoy. I'm not that recognisable and memorable human being."I smiled at him as he shook his head.

"No it's nothing like that. You are an amazing artist, love. You know... Fuck it let's have a drink. It would be a pleasure if you join me for a cigarette too."He looked at me with questioning what i want.

"A scotch please." I searched for the pack of cigarettes in my purse. As i came to realisation i don't have it in there i just took the glass of bourbon.

"Am i not scotch enough for the lady?" He joked around as he opened the back door for me.

"Trust me, you are scotch enough." I laughed softly at his comment. He gave me a cigarette, and he took one out for himself too.

"I'm not a big smoker, i just do it occasionally." He started to explain it to me like i was a parent of his.

"Okay, Mr. McAvoy, i deeply understand you at this point, thank you." I joked around with him until he lightened my cig.

"Call me James, sweetheart. I like it when women are saying my name like that, but i guess it is just a weird kink of mine." He looked me in the eyes and we remained serious for a couple of seconds before he burst out laughing at the same time as i did. After the fifth glass of whiskey i was having a really great time. I let myself go with his flow, i took all of his dirty jokes very well. When i shot back with an even dirtier one, i enjoyed watching his eyes grow wider. It was always the mixture of surprise and amusement on his face. I thought he was as unpleasant as the other millionaires i have ever met but it was a a pleasant surprise that James had more up his sleeves than other people. It was like two totally freak laughing their ass of in the first step in a concrete stair. He was charming, he made me blush a lot. But i never let him know that i enjoy him doing that. It was my body that told him. And his body told me some things too.

"Well, James. I must say i had a great time with you, but i guess it's time for me to go." He gave a small, bitter laugh before he refuted me. He was admiring me. His eyes was scanning the whole body of mine. I stood up, his eyes were following my silhouette and he copied my activity.

"Where do you want to go love?" He placed two fingers under my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. His fascinating ice cold blue eyes.

"Well, i don't see a ring on your finger." I said with a smile, completely ignoring his question.

"No ring. Yet." He took a step closer, closing the gap between us, and placing his hands on my sides, gently pressing me against the cold wall of the building behind me. He leaned in, his breath brushing against the shell of my ear, whispering.

"If you want to enjoy my company for the rest of the night, i had to make sure." I looked into his dreamy eyes as it darkened under the weak lighting. He was breathtaking in that suit. He let his hands rest on my hips as he let out a small chuckle at my statement. His fingers curled into the fabric of my skirt.

"And now, that you know that I am very much single..." His gaze grew more intense as it traveled down my body to the hem of my skirt, his eyes lingering there for a moment before looking back up.

He gave me a passionate kiss, as i leaned closer to his body.

"Yeah, James. You may take me home."

His arms tightened around my body and a sly smile played upon his lips as our kiss deepened. In that moment, James could scarcely believe his luck meeting such a beautiful, captivating woman, who was all too willing to leave the boring party with him. He pulled back slightly and met my gaze, his voice dropping to a lower register.

"Let's go, darling."

I totally forgot about how drunk we were, but he had a private driver anyway. We quickly and inconspicuously got into his black Mercedes and he told the driver to take us home. He couldn't keep his hands to himself. The whole ride was overheated with sexual tension between James and me.

We arrived at his place, actually, that was more like a palace. He opened the door for me, and turned the lights on before he suddenly got on my lips.

He couldn't get enough of me. His hands roamed over my body as if they had a mind of their own, desperate to feel every inch of my soft skin. He leaned in close, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of my neck, whispering breathless words against my skin.

"You're addicting as fuck."

At this point i couldn't decide if he was speaking from his mind, his heart or his erection. Or this was all about the big amount of alcohol in his system. "You can't complain either."

"If i remember correctly... I never did."

'What a sassy bastard. I think i like him.'

He lead me to the bedroom of his, unzipping my dress while he was stealing kisses from me. His eyes darkened with desire. It didn't take long to reach a bedroom, his mouth never leaving me for a moment. He took my dress of, as his eyes filled with lust and admiration. I began to unbutton his shirt, and the moment i took it off of him, i nearly gasped in ecstasy. He pushed me gently onto the bed, his body hovering over mine as his hands began to explore the curves underneath him. His fingers danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He chuckled softly, the vibration of his laughter tickling my stomach. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I felt his hardness pressing against me, I couldn't help but pulled him closer.He's got a wicked grin on his face, eyes locked onto mine. His fingers brush against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"Ah, you're gettin' bold, lady." he whispers in that smooth Scottish accent of his.

He leans in close, lips inches from mine.

"I want you."

I whispered to his lips, as i caressed his naked upper body. He took off his pants and tossed it to somewhere in the room. He leaned closer for a kiss and i pulled over a bit. I was teasing him so hard, he almost lost his mind. He chuckles, a low, husky sound, and his eyes flash with desire.

"Oh, you're a wicked one, aren't you?"

He leans in closer still, his breath hot against my skin as he whispers.

"I've got just the thing for a ladies like you."

His hand slides down to cup my sex through my clothes, his fingers tracing the outline of me through the fabric.

"God damn, James."

I let out a small moan. He went lower than i expected, slowly pulled down my red panties. I slide fingers through his hair as he left kisses on my stomach. He looks up at me, his eyes burning with intensity, as he continues to leave a trail of kisses down my stomach.

"Ah, you are so bloody beautiful," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. His fingers slide further down, parting my folds and finding the source of my pleasure. I feel his tongue playing with my clit. He found just the right spots in and out for me to almost lose my mind. I was moaning in pleasure as the scottish went down on me. He looked me into the eyes and i saw a little egotistical smile on his face. I felt everything at once, and it was magical. He's got a wicked glint in his eye, and he's clearly loving every second of this.

"Ah, you're so responsive, Y/N" he whispers, his voice muffled by my flesh. He continues to lick and suck me with renewed intensity, sending me spiraling into a vortex of pleasure. He suddenly got up and i almost lost my shit. I looked up to him in absolute disbelief. He let out a charming chuckle as he got back to kissing my lips. I felt his hardened cock against my womanly part, made me blush.

"Look at you."

I wiped off my remains from his beard and pulled him back to my lips. He lifted up his head as he pressed two of his fingers inside of my mouth. I was soaking wet already, but when he ran his fingers covered my own saliva along my pussy, i moaned for him. He was doing something right and i felt my heart racing. He grins down at me, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on me.

"You are so fuckin' hot when you moan for me like that." he growls. He positions himself between my legs, the head of his cock teasing my entrance.

"Tell me how badly you want it" he demands, his voice low and commanding.

"So bad. I want it so bad James."

I licked my lips and ran my fingers through his beautiful brownish hair. He sent shivers down my spine as he slipped his cock inside. I felt every inch pounding inside of me. We both moaned as he buried his head into the meeting of my shoulders and my neck. I couldn't take my eyes off of his veiny arms which had attractively tense muscles. He's got his eyes closed, lost in the moment, as he starts to pump into me with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

"Ah, you are so tight" he whispers against my skin. His hips flex and release, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"Look at me." he growls, his voice low and husky. He opens his eyes and meets mine, our gazes locked in a fierce connection. He keeps pounding me. The rough kisses and the excellent work of his waist pushed me to my edges. I deepened my red nails into the skin of his back, making him moan. My legs started shaking and my back arched for him, just for him to make faster moves and bite my shoulder. I was looking at him with playfulness in my eyes, as i took a deep breath. After catching my breath from the lack of oxygen, i turned the situation around. I was straddling him and looked deeply into his eyes. He was sweating, his lips were wet and a bit apart from each other. He was catching his breath too. But i couldn't let him as i sit comfortably onto his cock. He's got a look of pure lust on his face, and he's clearly struggling to keep himself in check as I start to move on top of him.

"Fuck." he groans, his hands gripping my hips tightly. He looks up at me with those intense eyes of his, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You are so fuckin' hot like this." he growls. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as I continue to ride him, slowly building towards our shared climax.

"Yes, James!"

I let out a loud scream as i looked up to the ceiling. His hand was on my throat, grabbing it just right.

"Or should i call you Mr. McAvoy now? "

I slowed down and lead closer to him. Our lips were inches away. I loved teasing him. He chuckles darkly, the sound sending vibrations through my core.

"I think you can call me whatever you like," he purrs. His hand slides from my throat to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "You are in control here, sweetheart " he whispers. But even as he says this, his hips are starting to buck up into me again, a telltale sign of how close we both are. I leaned toward him to invite him to a playful, passionate kiss. I started to ride him faster and i placed my hands on his chest. I almost cried out loud when he hit my most precious spot inside of me. I felt his hand tightened around my neck, made me feel hornier than ever.

"Oh god, James! Oh god..." I shut my eyes in pleasure, moving my hips a little slowly. He's got a triumphant grin on his face, and he's clearly loving the fact that he's got me right where he wants me.

"Ah, you are so close." he whispers against my ear. His hand tightens around my neck just a little more, and I can feel his cock pulsing inside of me as he starts to come. "Open yer eyes," he growls. I do as I'm told, meeting his gaze with mine as we both reach our climax together. He chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through his chest. I got back to bed. Lying next to him was a dream. I placed my head on his chest and felt my heart pounding like crazy. He caressed my head as i drew little circles on his abs with the tip of my fingers. I felt his heart too. It was beating fast, but then again so calming. Feeling the temperature of his body, his breath was getting back to normal.

"I guess i haven't really had the opportunity to say i like your accent." I said with a calm tone. I still couldn't raise my head up.

"Ah, you're a wee bit of a charmer, aren't you? You could've just say it while i was inside of you." He laughed at his own joke, made me chuckle. His hand continues to caress my head, and I can feel his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my scalp.

"I'm glad you like my accent," he says, his voice warm and husky. He pauses for a moment before continuing. "I've always thought it was one of my best features."

"Yeah. It is one of the best feature of yours. There's another one that i cannot say now."

I playfully let out a small chuckle and finally looked up to him. I couldn't help but started to think about this time we spent together. It wasn't that long but i enjoyed every second with him. He made me feel comfortable and happy. It made me kinda unpleasant to think it was just another one night stand. He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Ah, I think you're getting a wee bit too comfortable with me, love." he says, his voice low and teasing. His hand slides up to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw.

"But don't worry about it being just another one-night stand," he whispers. His gaze is intense and serious for a moment before softening into a warm smile.

"I've got plans for you."

"Is that a problem? Me being comfortable with you?" I playfully raised an eyebrow. "I guess we were more than a bit comfortable with each other."

He chuckles, a low and husky sound. "Aye, we were more than comfortable with each other" he agrees. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles. "Problem? No, not at all," he says. His hand slides down to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "I rather like it."

"I like you. " I gently put a kiss on his lips, and take a deep breath. "Crazy scottish."

He laughs, a warm and happy sound.

"Ah, you're a wee bit crazy yourself" he says, his eyes sparkling with amusement. His lips curve into a smile as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close.

"I like you too" he whispers against my ear.

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xaviersjames · 8 months

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Nice Ride

Author's note: I've been thinking about this all day and I just had to write a little drabble about it hehe.

This does contain NSFW content, so please proceed with caution.

Thinking about Fassbender making me get off on his cock in one of his cars as he sits back and watches me.

Thinking about getting tired and slumping down against his chest, whining about how it's getting too much, how I can't go on anymore.

Thinking about the way he'd tug me up by my hair and plant a soft kiss to my forehead. "Yes you can, love," he'd say softly, confidently, digging his fingers into my hips and guiding me back into a slow, steady rhythm, ignoring my protests.

"Would you like to find out what happens if you don't?"

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peachy-princess777 · 11 days

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Imagine this with any guy of your choice

English is my first language and I'm still bad at it so any mistakes that are pointed out will be appreciated ❤️❤️

Warning: smut..um riding, breeding, a praise kink😁that's about it so some vanilla smut

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Btw "Y/G/N" means "your guys name","Y/N" means "your name" and "Y/N/N" means "your nickname "❤️

A Taste of Desire

The evening started off with a sizzling atmosphere in the kitchen. Y/G/N, an expert chef in his own right, was busy preparing a romantic dinner for his girlfriend. He meticulously chopped vegetables, his strong fingers skillfully handling the knife, while his mind wandered to the woman he adored. You stood behind him, watching intently, feeling a familiar heat building up between your thighs as you admired the way his muscles flexed under his tight t-shirt. You couldn't keep your hands off this man who had ignited a fire within you.

Your hands trailed down Y/G/N's chest, your touch light and teasing. You loved the way his body tensed in response, sensing his anticipation and desire. Leaning in close, you whispered seductively into his ear, "You know, you look so good when you cook, I would gladly eat you but then the dinner would have to wait." Y/G/N's breath hitched as your warm breath tickled his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"You're a tease, Y/N," he replied, his voice husky with desire. "But I'm not complaining." He turned around, his eyes locking with yours, and pulled you close for a deep, passionate kiss. Your lips melded together, tongues dancing in a sensual rhythm, tasting and exploring each other with growing hunger.

As the kiss intensified, your hands roamed over Y/G/N's body, mapping every inch of his firm chest and abs. You unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his sculpted torso, and ran your fingers through the light trail of hair that led down to his waistband. Y/G/N's hands were equally busy, sliding under your blouse, caressing the soft skin of your lower back.

"Let's take this somewhere more comfortable," Y/G/N suggested, his voice thick with arousal. He knew the dinner could wait; your hunger for each other was far more urgent.

You made your way to the living room, your lips never parting, hands exploring feverishly. You pushed Y/G/N onto the sofa, climbing on top of him, your skirt riding up your lace-clad thighs. Brian's hands immediately went to your hips, pulling you closer, your groins pressing together through your clothes .

"I want you so bad," you whispered, your breath hot against his neck. You began grinding your hips, your wetness leaving a damp spot on his jeans. Y/G/N groaned, the sensation of your soft, warm body against his hardening cock driving him wild.

With nimble fingers, Y/G/N unhooked your bra, revealing your perfect breasts (because they are perfect). He cupped them, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples, causing you to arch your back and moan with pleasure. "You're so fucking beautiful," he rasped, his eyes dark with desire.

You sat up, straddling his waist, and began unbuttoning his jeans. You wanted to feel his naked skin against yours, to take control and ride him until you both exploded with pleasure. With a quick motion, you freed his rigid cock, stroking it gently, marveling at its thickness and length.

"Fuck, Y/N/N," Y/G/N gasped, his hands gripping your thighs as you positioned yourself above him. "You're killing me."

Slowly, teasingly, you lowered yourself onto his shaft, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. You bit your lip, savoring the exquisite fullness as you took him inch by inch. Y/G/N eyes were locked on yours, watching you take him in, his hands now on your hips, guiding your movements.

"Ride me, baby," he urged, his voice strained with need.

You began to move, your hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. You lifted yourself almost all the way up, then sank back down, taking him deep inside you, your juices flowing freely, coating his shaft. Y/G/N's eyes rolled back as he felt your tight, wet heat engulfing him, your pussy gripping him like a silken glove.

"Faster, baby," he groaned, his hands squeezing your ass, encouraging you to pick up the pace.

You complied, your breath coming in short gasps as you rode him harder, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. You leaned forward, your nipples brushing against his chest, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.

Y/G/N's hands traveled up your body, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through you. "You feel so good," he whispered, his mouth finding your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites.

Your orgasm began to build, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone with every downward stroke. "Oh, Y/G/N, I'm close," you panted, your movements becoming more frantic.

Y/G/N's hands moved to your clit, his thumb rubbing the sensitive bud in firm circles. "Cum for me, baby," he urged, his voice hoarse with desire.

Your body tensed, every muscle tightening as the pleasure spiraled out of control. You cried out, your walls clenching around his shaft as waves of ecstasy washed over you. Y/G/N felt your hot juices gush onto his cock, your pussy pulsating around him, and it was all he could do to hold on.

"I'm gonna cum, Y/N/N," he groaned, his own release building.

You lifted yourself up, then slammed back down, taking him to the root. "Cum inside me," you demanded, your voice raw with passion.

Y/G/N's cock twitched, and with a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into you, filling you with his hot seed. You collapsed onto his chest, your sweat-slicked bodies clinging to one another as your hearts pounded in unison.

As your breathing slowed, you smiled, satisfied. "Dinner can wait a little longer, I think."

Y/G/N chuckled, his hands stroking your back. "I think you're right. We can always order takeout later."

And with that, you surrendered to the afterglow, your hunger sated, at least for the moment.

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mostlymarvelgirl · 7 months

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MAIN MASTERLIST

X-Men:-

● Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)

~ Imagine Erik Lehnsherr having sex with you during lockdown on your birthday and explaining why the mask is required EVEN during sex.

~ Imagine Peter Maximoff being bullied by some students at Xavier's school and you finding out about it.

~ X-Men Evolution (Teaser), Song Playlist (Ongoing)

~ I Wish I Were Heather Charles

~ I'm In Sweetheart, Always Am

~ Erik Coming Out To You As Bisexual

~ Imagine Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto Being A Supportive Member Of LGBTQIA+ Community After Finding Out The Reader (S/o) Is L/B/G/Q/etc.

~ Forever & Infinity

~ Imagine If Magneto's Private Moment With You Was Released Into The Internet (Fem! Reader)

● Charles Xavier (Professor X)

~ Imagine Erik Finding Out That You Are Pregnant

~ Imagine Charles Planning A Surprise For You

~ I'm A Telepath Too, Love; Part 2 (Ongoing)

~ Imagine Charles Asking You For An Intense Night On Valentine's Day

~ Charles reading fanfics of him and Erik, and asking the reader whether people really think him to be sub and inexperienced in the bed.

● OTHER CHERIK STUFF IG?

~ Professor Kink (Text)

Photoshopped Charles & Erik As Middle Aged & Young Women. Part 1 Part 2

MCU:-

● Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier/ White Wolf)

~ Older: Part 1 (Ongoing)

THE BOYS (TV SHOW)

● Soldier Boy (Jensen Ackles)

~ "Ouch! What The Fuck Woma-?!" *Slap*

#xmen #xmen x reader #marvel pov #charles xavier #erik lensherr x charles xavier #charles xavier x reader #x men fanfiction #magneto #erik lehnsherr x reader #magneto x reader #erik lehnsherr smut #xmen first class #xmen dofp #xmen apocalypse #marvel imagine #marvel comics #michael fassbender #james mcavoy

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gh9stlyy · 2 years

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Burning desire

☆ warnings ☆

Fingering ~ public (?) ~ praise ~

summary

Your father is a famous, rich, director. He just finished a movie, so he planned a dinner for the whole cast. Y/n must sit next to James.

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"Y/n, honey, we have guests coming tonight.. and you look.. rough."

"Wow, thanks, mom." I smile.

"You know what I mean."

I run my hands through my hair, then pull myself out of bed.

"Thanks, sweetie." My mom walks away from my doorway.

It's about 3:30 pm, and I've been in bed all day.

I walk to my bathroom, and slide my clothes off.

I turn the shower on, and wait a moment for it to get warm, then hop in.

I shower quickly, which isn't normal for me. Once I get out the mirror actually isn't foggy.

My mom walks in.

"Mom!" I cover myself with my towel.

"Sorry honey. Just letting you know our guests are coming at six."

"Um, may I ask whos coming?"

"Well, some of the cast of your father's new movie."

She thinks for a moment, "I think James McAvoy-"

"James? He's coming?" I cut her off.

"Yes, he's coming."

I smile.

My mom laughs. "Don't even think about it,"

She walks out.

♡ ♡ ♡

It's 5:30 by the time I finish helping mom set up, and getting myself ready.

I made sure my outfit was hot, without making my dad mad.

Short, red, tight dress. Sleeveless, but I put on a jacket, to avoid pissing my dad off. I knew my dad would yell at me for wearing my red heels - that would look perfect with this dress - since they are quite tall, so I put on a low pair of mary janes.

I lean against the counter, playing with my nails, picking at the red polish.

"Quit picking, y/n." My mom demanded.

I laugh, putting my hands down.

"Are you nervous? You only do that when nervous."

"No, I'm just bored."

"Mhm." Her tone was as though she thought I was lying, which I was, but still, it's annoying.

"Ugh, mom, I'm not lying."

"You have a little thing for McAvoy, huh?"

"What? No.."

I had been on set with dad a few times, and I met James, and watched him act. He's extremely charming, it's hard not to have a thing for him.

She laughs. "C'mon, you can't lie to me, I know you do."

"It's okay, y/n."

"He's cute," I said, just to get her to leave me alone.

"Well, just to let you know... you'll be sitting next to him for dinner." She stated, walking out of the room, with a big grin.

"What?"

She ignores me.

"Shit," I whispered to myself.

♡ ♡ ♡

I watch the time, every minute feels like 10, and every time the vintage clock clicks I become more nervous.

Why am I sitting next to him? What did she mean? Was she messing with me? Who decided that?

The clock hits 6:02, and the doorbell rings.

"Y/n," my mom called, quickly walking to the door.

Don't know why, but it's a thing for me and my mom to greet the guests whenever my dad has one of these dinners. He has one every time the filming for one of his movies or shows is done.

I walk along with my mom, and she opens the door.

James stands next to another actor, laughing with him for a moment.

I put a smile on my face, and my mom welcomes them.

James makes eye contact with me when walking in, his smile becoming wider.

He's wearing a suit, pants, jacket, the jacket is over his shoulder, and waistcoat, all black, with a white shirt and red tie underneath. It's a silky material - other than the white undershirt - and it fits him perfectly.

"Oh, y/n, take James jacket."

He looks at me, smiling, and he hands me his jacket.

My mom talks to them for a moment, as I hang up James' jacket.

"Thank you, ma'am."

I walk alongside him.

"You look beautiful." He keeps his eyes forward, while I can't take my eyes off him.

"Thank you, you look very handsome."

He softly chuckles.

My mom guides them to the dining room.

My father says something once we get in there, but I tone it out, like everything he says.

"Please, sit down."

My father had placed names on where each person should go, and, of course, I'm next to James.

My mom is across from me, and my dad is across from James.

We all sit down.

My dad talks about the movie for a bit, while everyone places food on their plates.

I ignore everything he says, and just focus on the food.

After I finish placing what I want on my plate, my father, who must be done talking about himself, looks at me.

"Oh, y/n, take your jacket off, it's not appropriate." It's a black leather jacket, and now I can see how that would upset him.

"You're right, sorry."

I slide my jacket off, having it rest behind my back.

My fathers eyes drift to my bare shoulders, filled with rage.

He chuckles, then moves on, talking about himself and his accomplishments again. My mom joins, and starts telling stories about how fucking great her husband is.

James seems to be as uninterested as me.

He notices me looking at him, and we make eye contact.

I quickly look away, and continue eating

I see him smile out of the corner of my eye, he covers his smile up by taking a sip from a glass full of wine in front of him.

He leans towards me.

"Bored?" He whispered.

"Yeah," I whispered back.

He chuckles quietly, then leans away, downing the rest of his drink in one sip.

"Oh, Mr. McAvoy, would you like more?" My mom asked, her hand already gripping the wine bottle.

"Yes, please." He puts his glass toward her. She fills it.

"Thank you, Mrs y/l/n."

"Of course."

"McAvoy,"

James looks at my father, "yes, sir?"

"That is a stunning suit, looks amazing on you."

My dads words make me cringe. He's kissing McAvoy's ass, for more attention, someone else to talk about how amazing he is. Or maybe he's trying to make himself feel good, I'm not sure which.

"Wow, thank you, sir."

"How expensive?"

I can't quite tell what he's trying to do at this point.

"Uh, I think... two hundred or something like that."

"What was that? Sorry, your accent is so thick, isn't it?" My father looks at the rest of the cast while he asked, 'Isn't it?'

I cringe once again.

James chuckles, his hand gripping the wine glass. His veins become much more noticeable.

"Two hundred, sir."

"Ahh, lot to spend on a suit, isn't it?"

He's definitely not dick riding, he does this when jealous. Must be because of how me and mom look at James.

He's mad at James.

James takes a sip of his wine, a large one.

"I don't think so."

"I think I'd know better than you, McAvoy." My dad laughed.

My mom holds onto my father's shoulder, "oh quit it." She said, laughing.

"Sorry Mr. McAvoy, he's just teasing."

James smiles, taking another sip of his drink.

My father is probably gripping onto my mother's leg, a thought that makes me wanna kill myself. He thinks every man wants me and my mom.

While my father starts talking to one of the other guests, I lean toward James, and he leans toward me a little.

"Sorry, he's a dick sometimes," I whispered.

He smiles.

"It's alright, love." He whispered back, leaning away.

I lean back into my seat, gripping my thigh.

James moves his chair towards me a little more. I look at him, and we make eye contact. His beautiful blue eyes make me weak.

He breaks eye contact, his eyes drifting down to my breasts for a moment. He looks forward, and quietly laughs.

He takes another sip, this time finishing his drink. His hand once again is gripping the glass.

He leans towards me.

"Forgive me, y/n, I can't take my eyes off you." He softly breathes against my skin, his eyes fixated on me, his eyebrows furrowed.

I smile, "don't worry about it, McAvoy."

He sighs with relief, smiling, then leans away.

His eyes remain on me.

"McAvoy,"

His eyes leave me and stop on my father.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

James' tongue runs along his bottom lip.

"Nothing, sir."

"Well-"

My mom slightly pushes against my father.

"Nevermind."

My fathers facial expression brings me joy. He's pissed, and he can't do anything about it.

My mother fills James' cup without him asking.

He smiles at her, then thanks her.

James keeps his eyes on my father, since he's talking, but I don't think he's listening.

James' hand moves to my thigh, and my heart skips a beat.

He grips my skin. To avoid making noise, I take a long sip of the water glass in front of me, since I'm not allowed to have alcohol.

James holds back his smile, still looking at my father.

My father starts a conversation with the man next to him, so James leans toward me.

"May I?"

I nod. He quickly leans away, and his hand slides up my dress.

I hadn't put shorts on, so all that's underneath is my panties.

James' finger runs along my underwear, then moves toward my clit.

I take a deep breath, and tremble while I exhale. James doesn't look at me.

His finger starts to very gently rub my clit.

I grip his hand, and he leans toward me, since my father is still distracted.

"Can you be quiet for me, darling?"

I nod, swallowing my spit.

"Good." He leans away, then pushes down, hard, while starting to rub me faster.

I dig my nails into his skin.

My heart is racing. What if someone notices, or what if I make a noise or face or something?

My dad turns to me, and my heart drops.

"Y/n, why don't you tell our guests your big news?"

Now he's using me for the praise, show them how 'great' of a daughter I am.

"Well... I-I got into Harvard."

My father smiles.

I pray that he doesn't ask me any more questions. I'm afraid to open my mouth.

"Isn't that amazing?"

James smiles at me, and I tone out everything everyone says to me. Well, not me, they all seem to tell my father how great that is, and ask how great he must feel about it.

"McAvoy."

James looks away from me, and to my father.

"Yes?"

"Isn't that amazing?"

"Of course."

James pulls his finger off my clit. Then he grabs my panties.

He slowly pulls them down my thighs, which takes a bit since he's only using one hand.

He pushes them down to my ankles.

"So, Mr. McAvoy, since you're the lead, are you excited about the movie?" My mom asked. James slowly slides his finger down my slit.

"Yes, very."

"Hope my husband wasn't too rough on ya," my mom joked.

James smiles, "no, he's great."

He slowly puts his finger in me, not very far before he takes it back out and teases me by rubbing around my hole.

"He's very good at his job, ma'am." James added.

"Oh, thanks, buddy."

James swallows. It seems like my father really gets on his nerves.

He finally slides his finger inside me, and I grip my thigh.

"Y'know, I think McAvoy might win me some more awards for his performance."

My mom smiles at James.

"I'm sure he will." One of the other guests said.

James smiles widely.

"I don't know, maybe." He said, picking his pace up.

"Y/n, you watched him act, he's brilliant isn't he?"

"Yes,"

My response puts a smile on my father's face. It was quiet, like I didn't wanna be there. I think it made him think I'm uninterested in James.

"Well, I should say everyone was amazing."

James slides another finger in me, and I exhale.

James leans towards me.

"Be silent for me, okay?" He doesn't lean away after he finishes talking, and he places a finger against my clit.

I take a deep breath.

"Good girl," he whispered, then he leans away.

He rubs me perfectly.

James' eyes are on me, and my father notices once he's done talking.

His mood changes again. He seemed relaxed, now he seems pissed again.

James' eyes drift away from me, and he takes a sip of his drink, which gets refilled every time he finishes.

Everyone has almost finished eating at this point, "well, I'll take everyone's plates." My mom said with a smile.

She whispered something to dad, then got up and started taking everyone's plates.

"McAvoy, you've barely eaten," my father stated.

"Just.. not very hungry, sir," James answered.

"Huh,"

"Well, you sure like that wine."

James' jaw clenches, and he rubs me harder.

"Yeah, sure." He responded.

My father laughs.

The man next to my father says something to him, and it starts another conversation.

I feel myself getting close, and I softly grip James hand.

He leans towards me, keeping his eyes on my father.

"Something wrong?" He asked, whispering.

"I'm... I'm close."

He smiles.

"Do you need me to stop? Or do you wanna finish?"

"Don't stop, please."

James softly chuckles.

My father looks at James, and he quickly leans away from me.

"What are you two talking about? Hm?" My dad asked.

"Nothing, sir."

"Well, I'm quite sure it's something."

My mom walks back into the room and sits down.

"What's something, honey?"

My heart pounds out of my chest.

"Y/n and James were talking to each other, just wanted to know about what."

"Oh,"

"It was nothing, promise." James reassured.

My mom gives my dad a look, telling him to let it go.

"Alright then."

I'm about to climax, and James picks up his pace, which sends me over the edge.

I release onto James' fingers, clenching his hand.

I pull his hand away once I finish. He holds back a smile.

He slowly pulls his hand onto the counter, wiping it off on his napkin, then places it back on my thigh, rubbing it.

♡ ♡ ♡

We're finally wrapping it up, after about another 20 long minutes. My dad glared at me and James most of the time.

"Well, we loved having all of you." My mom said, standing up.

Everyone else stands up, and James stands up last, his hands crossed in front of him.

"Y/n, would you mind grabbing my coat?" James asked.

He smiles at me, and I smile back.

I quickly walk towards the closet, grabbing his jacket and quickly walking back. I hand it to him.

"Thank you, darling."

"Mhm."

He ties it around his waist.

My eyes widen once it hits me, why he wanted his jacket right away.

I look at him, and he holds back a laugh, a wide smile on his face. I smile back.

Once my dad finishes thanking everyone, my mom and I guide everyone out.

My mom opens the door for everyone.

James stops, "Excuse me, miss y/l/n, may y/n show me to your bathroom?"

"Oh, of course."

My heart pounds, and I walk James toward the bathroom.

He makes sure nobody can see, then guides me into the bathroom, his hands on my hips.

He places his lips on mine, softly kissing me. I place my hands on his back.

He leans away for a moment.

"I need you, y/n,"

He grabs one of my hands, placing it onto his bulge.

I gasp. "James, we can't," I whispered.

"I know,"

I softly rub him, and he groans, closing his eyes.

"Fuck," he pulls me off him.

"Another time, y/n, I promise."

He opens the door, and we walk out together.

I walk ahead of him, then open the front door. My mom must have gone and found my dad.

He looks towards the dining room, then pulls me into a quick kiss.

He closes the door behind him.

"Y/n?" My mom called.

"Coming!" I speed walk towards the dining room, straightening out my dress.

"Yes?" I asked.

My dad glares at me.

"We need to talk." He said.

Fuck.

#james mcavoy #james mcavoy smut #atonement #james mcavoy imagine #charles xavier #smut #james mcavoy x reader

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charlesxavierthirster3000 · 5 hours

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Denim — C. Xavier

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

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

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

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

WC: 461

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I'm gonna bite you.”

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

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

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

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

#charles xavier #x men #x men first class #professor x #beach divorce #deadpool and wolverine #james mcavoy #x men x reader #charles xavier x reader #charles xavier imagine #charles xavier smut #sugar bae #i need a lobotomy #cherik #Spotify

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danclause · 2 years

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Charles Xavier/James McAvoy

Is anyone willing to write a Charles Xavier/James McAvoy smut? Because there are not enough of their smuts to fuel my soul.

#james mcavoy imagine #james mcavoy smut #james mcavoy x reader #smut #charles xavier smut #charles xavier x reader #x men x reader #x men

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im-his-druidess · 2 years

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Masterlist

Beauregard "Bo" Sinclair

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Vincent Sinclair

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

Bo Sinclair & Vincent Sinclair (hinge poly)

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Michael Myers

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Otis Driftwood

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 6 - 7 - 8

Luigi Largo

1 - 2 - 3

Thomas Hewitt/Leatherface

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11

Brahms Heelshire

Jason Voorhees

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Patrick/Paddy

Norman Nordstrom

1 - 2 - 3

Slasher Group Preferences

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

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Miles Quaritch

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lokisivy · 2 years

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Charles Xavier X Fem!Mutant!Reader

Timeline: 1973 (X-men days future and past)

summary: you have a secret you kept from Charles after he got depressed and after stopping the serum he regains his powers and tries to read your mind.

warnings: angst, abortion and mentions of depression and panic attacks

your pov

It was another day like any other Charles getting drunk and trying to mask his sadness with sarcasm its been almost 11 years since Cuba and after losing his legs, raven, Erick and the school shutting down. he got so depressed.

i knew the moment he tried to pick me us at the bar with his mutant facts that he was the love of my life and i felt it too in him.

one of my powers are being able to feel others feeling.

i tried cheering him up with sex and romantic trips but he was still sad.

but then angel from the future named Logan came and told him about a future where all mutants are dying from robots made by Ravens DNA.

"Yeah I remember you now, I'm gonna say what you said to us before 'Fuck off' "

I was mad so mad i ran after him going to his rokm blowing at him

"What the fuck Charles!" i yelled at him

"what do you want now." he scoffs getting a syringe to take

"This man out there just said that the fate of many mutants lies on our hands and your fucking telling him to fuck off."

"How much longer are you gonna hide its been 10 fucking years you need to face the music Charles, bad things happen and we choose whether we want it to affect us or not." you yelled getting more furious at his calmness and unbothered self

"nothing matters anymore." he took a swing of the bottle of alcohol next to him

"What about me?" my heart started to ache I felt his love drift away everyday i dont if it was the sadness or him but i definitely felt something change.

he doesn't answer and starts laying on his back.

i was on the brink of crying at this point i couldn't hold it anymore longer

"Tell me charles!" i start sobbing i couldn't take in anymore of this emotional build up.

"because i never feeling any emotions from you when i'm around you!"

i falls on my knees crying out all my feelings that i've contained

i suddenly felt a warm embrace it was Charles hugging me cressing my head

"You mean the world to me darling."

"if anyone tried to hurt you i would feel sorry for what happens to them."

i hugged him back finally feeling the comfort i've been seeking all this time i sob on his shoulders

"I'm sorry i didn't acknowledge your feelings i was being selfish like you said but i swear i love you."

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after a while Charles regained his powers and the time youve feared has come. before he took the serum charles would always get in your head and check on you. not that he didn't trust you, but you in fact told him too it was very handy when you were aroused he would give you everything you thought about.

when ever you didn't want him to read your mind you thought about something that could keep him out and when you did that he would give you the privacy you needed

you always thought about a garden of sunflowers where you were picking flowers.

after charles trying to find raven with Cerebro he got frustrated for not being able to connect to her.

"I cant do this." charles said

"No you can just try." logan said

he looked into logans memory and then drifted to me trying to tell me he wants to trying to read my mind

"Can I?" he looked at me

you didnt want to seem sus so you leaned down on you knees giving him acesses to hold your head.

"Why are you thinking about flowers, do you not want me to read your mind?"

"Yes.."

"What are you hiding Y/N?"

he hold your head trying to look past your memories

"Charles stop!" you try to get out of the tight grip but it doesn't work his grip is too tight

he got closer to the memory you wanted to avoid

he saw it all

you laying on a bed getting a the abortion

the pregnancy results

you talking to hank about it

"You were pregnant with our child and you killed it"

"Please don't say that charles." tears start to pool in my eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he said with hurt in his voice

"I'm sorry i swear i wanted to tell you but i thought that it was for the best not to overwhelm you and put pressure on you. you were always sad and angry it was the wrong time having a child." my voice cracked

"It wasn't your choice to make by yourself Y/N ! it was my child too!" rage filled his voice

"I'm so sorry i was scared how you would react i thought you might blame me for ruining your life i'm sorry." you cried holding his head close to you trying to make him feel your emotions

"Ruining? Y/N if i knew you were pregnant it would've given me hope, to be better."

"i didnt know im sorry please forgive me charles." you tried to feel his emotions bt he was blocking you.

"Please tell me what you feel."

"I'm afraid you wont like what you feel, you must already feel horrible about it and i need time to process it." he said cressing my head.

"You still love me right?" you asked scared of his answer.

"I still love you darling but you need to know that this is all new to me... Alright?" he tried reassure me but i sense a wave of hesitation in his voice.

i knew he wasnt okay i know he hates me for what i did im trying to accese his emotions but he keeps blocking me.

we left Cerebro and on our way to the plane i talked with hank.

"Do you think what i did was wrong?" i asked him trying to seek comfort

"I'm not in a place to say what you did was wrong because I think what you did was brave you knew it was the wrong time to have a child and you didn't want to gamble but hiding it from Charles was wrong who knows he might have changed for the baby made a better life out of it."

Panic rose to my throat, the moment I stepped into the plane you went to the bathroom Charles was already there and he noticed your panic

you couldn't breathe the air was stuck in your throat.

This is all my fault you kept saying to yourself

"Y/N what is going on are you okay?"

your heard Charles in your head "Charles... I'm sorry Charles it's all my fault I killed our baby it's all my fault." You cried you fell on your knees

You didn't notice Charles in the bathroom until he tried to hold your head.

"It's me it's just me dont worry, darling," he reassured you.

You turned to him hugging him burying your face in his chest.

"I'm sorry- i- it was a mistake I should've told you." you cried

yes, Charles was upset about the abortion but a part of him knew that he was too far down the rabbit hole he wouldn't have been supportive.

"I need you to calm down my love." he tried to pull your face to see it

"I can't- I-"

"Calm down." he gave your mind the order.

your breath slowed down. you stopped crying.

he wiped your tears off of your face. "It's alright my love you were trying to protect me I admit I'm upset about it but we can make more when we are ready I need you to promise me you won't hide from me something like that ever again," he said tucking some of the hairs out of your face behind your ears.

"I promise, I won't hide from your anything again," you promised him and you tend to keep it.

"It's alright I'm here my angel." you smiled at the nickname.

he took your hand and placed it on his head allowing you to feel his emotions and all you felt was love and protection towards you

"I love you so much." you laughed lightly kissing his lips.

You felt his heart flutter when you said that giving you the reply you need.

"I love you more." he kissed back.

excuse me if I switched points of view I'm too tired to care tbh

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