#james mcavoy x reader

[hayleythesugarbowl]

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╰┈➤ {smosh • friends • thomas barrow • ray manchester }

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➳ some facts about me! my name is hayley and im just a silly little fangirl who loves reading, writing, drinking tea, feeling nostalgic, and obsessing over + living vicariously through fictional characters 🎀

➳ my goal on this blog is to write for everyone i can especially less popular characters because i know the feeling of looking up a fic and finding it doesn’t exist and i feel like i owe it to my twelve y/o (and current!!) obsessive self to fill the void

➳ find the list of fandoms i write for at the bottom of this post. i don’t write smut. all of my fics are x fem!reader unless specified otherwise

➳ feel free to ask anything and i hope you have a lovely day/night ✨🍓🩰

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fluff: ♡ angst: ✧ requested: ☽

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ oneshots ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

ray manchester…

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Stuck || Ray Manchester/Captain Man x reader • ☽

word count: 3.5k warnings: none summary: you, an aspiring-fashion-designer, get trapped in an elevator with captain man on your way to a job interview

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Secret Identity || Ray Manchester/Captain Man x reader • ☽ ♡

word count: 3.8k warnings: i think i cursed once summary: you and ray have been dating in secret, due to your shyness and secret identity, but when there’s a change in your relationship, it may be time to let everyone know

ˋ°•*⁀➷ My Valentine || Ray Manchester/Captain Man x reader • ☽ ♡

word count: 3.8k warnings: none summary: when you start working at junk n’ stuff, ray is immediately attracted to you and wants to do something special for you on valentine’s day

monica geller…

ˋ°•*⁀➷ The One With Phoebe’s Sister || Monica Geller x Phoebe Buffay’s younger sister!reader • ☽

word count: 3.1k warnings: none summary: phoebe introduces the friends to you, her younger sister, you are instantly attracted to monica but don’t know that monica is equally smitten with you

joey tribbiani…

ˋ°•*⁀➷ The One With the Baby Girl || Joey Tribbiani x reader • ☽ ♡

word count: 1k warnings: childbirth summary: joey helps you through the birth of your daughter

ˋ°•*⁀➷ The One With The Pie || Joey Tribbiani x reader • ✧☽

word count: 6.6k warnings: some references summary: after your crush on joey ends before it can begin, you start to move on. but maybe, just maybe, the story of you and joey isn’t over just yet

ˋ°•*⁀➷ The One With the Ex || Joey Tribbiani x reader • ✧☽

word count: 3.2k warnings: presumed cheating, drinking, suggestive material  summary: after joey cheats on you and breaks your heart in high school, you run into him again years later and find out the past might not be exactly what you thought it was

remus lupin…

ˋ°•*⁀➷ In This Together || Remus Lupin x reader • ♡✧

word count: 2.1k warnings: none summary: when remus resigns from the position of dada teacher and leaves hogwarts, he decides it’s finally time to tell you the truth about himself and his ‘furry little problem’

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Stolen Glances || Remus Lupin x student!reader • ✧☽

word count: 3.1k warnings: age gap but it’s legal summary: remus finds himself drawn to you against his better judgement even though you are one of his students

ian hecox…

ˋ°•*⁀➷ First Fake Date || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽

word count: 2.5k warnings: none summary: Ian finds out his ex-girlfriend is going to be at an upcoming event and when you volunteer to go as his fake-date things don’t go quite as either of you planned

angela giarratana…

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Misread Signs || Angela Giarratana x reader • ☽

word count: 2.2k warnings: none summary: when you start to become really close with courtney, angela takes this as a sign that you aren’t interested in her, until unusual circumstances cause you both to realize each other’s feelings

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Love Hurts || Angela Giarratana x reader • ✧☽

word count: 3.9k warnings: angst summary: you have been in love with angela for months and upon finding out that she is dating someone else, heartbroken you start to distance yourself from her and everything else in your life

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Jealousy, jealousy || Angela Giarratana x reader • ☽

word count: 1.3k warnings: hickeys summary: angela finds herself jealous when another member of the cast flirts with you and she decides to let you know that you’re hers

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Sleepyhead || Angela Giarratana x reader • ♡☽

word count: 0.9k warnings: none summary: a sleepy angela wakes up with you and refuses to let you get out of bed

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Second Chances || Angela Giarratana x reader • ✧☽

word count: 3.3k warnings: none summary: when the smosh cast goes on a company retreat and you and angela are forced to share a hotel room you have the opportunity to rekindle an old romance

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Sweeter than Pie || Angela Giarratana x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.1k warnings: none summary: when you’re tired from work , angela cooks with you

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Princess || Angela Giarratana x reader • ☽

word count: 2k warnings: sick fic summary: when you start to feel sick during a game night with angela, you let her take care of you for once and she gets to see a different side of you

courtney miller…

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Kiss the Nurse || Courtney Miller x sick!reader • ♡☽

word count: 0.6k warnings: sick fic summary: courtney takes care of you when you’re sick and is rewarded with a kiss from their patient

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Stay With Me || sick!Courtney Miller x reader • ♡☽

word count: 0.7k warnings: sick fic, mild swearing summary: when courtney calls and cancels your date night due to a stomach bug, you don’t hesitate to drop everything and take care of them

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Only You || Courtney Miller x reader • ✧☽

word count: 1.2k warnings: none summary: when you begin to get jealous of courtney and shayne’s relationship, courtney assures you that you’re the one they love

shayne topp…

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Worth the Wait || Shayne Topp x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.1k warnings: mild swearing summary: shayne is determined to find out what your Halloween costume is this year but you won’t tell him, and when the holiday is finally here he finds it very much worth the wait

julio rodríguez…

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Luckiest Man || Julio Rodríguez x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.2k warnings: none summary: julio has just won the world series and been named mvp and yet his biggest prize is you, his new fiancée

thomas barrow…

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Even || Thomas Barrow & reader • ☽

word count: 3.4k warnings: cursing, homophobia because it’s jimmy summary: when you, a ladies maid who thomas has never got along with in the past, catch thomas making a move on jimmy you’re forced to decide wether or not to help him out

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ series ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

thomas barrow…

ˋ°•*⁀➷ It’s Nice to Have a Friend || Thomas Barrow & friend!reader • ✧♡☽ (finished)

╰┈➤ { Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 }

word count: 4.8k warnings: some mild swearing summary: when you start working at downton abbey as a new maid, thomas takes a liking to you and an unexpected relationship forms between you

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ other writing ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

ˋ°•*⁀➷ You Can’t Change the Past || an Elena of Avalor inspired short story

word count: 6k warnings: i was a child when i wrote this 🤭 summary: jacques, chancellor of emelda, plagued by regrets, is used to helping his cousin run her kingdom. but when he meets some ghosts of his past and a villain returns is he ready to face it all?

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dating…

ˋ°•*⁀➷ James McAvoy ♡☽

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Carswell Thorne ♡☽

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Austin Butler ♡

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Smosh-

Shayne Topp ♡☽

Damien Haas ♡

Ian Hecox (part 1) ♡☽

Ian Hecox (part 2) ♡☽

Spencer Agnew ♡☽

Anthony Padilla ♡☽

Angela Giarratana ♡☽

Amanda Lehan-Canto ♡☽

Smosh Women ♡☽

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Joey Tribbiani ♡

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Chandler Bing ♡☽

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Jacques Snicket ♡

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Jack Edwards-

part 1 ♡

part 2 ♡☽

part 3 ♡☽

part 4 ♡☽

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Megara ♡

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Elvis Presley ♡☽

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Simon Cowell ♡

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Chancellor Esteban Flores ♡

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Jarred Kelenic ♡

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Seattle Mariners (Jarred Kelenic part 2, George Kirby, Julio Rodríguez) ♡☽

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Ray Manchester/Captain Man-

ray manchester x reader ♡

ray manchester x smart!reader ♡☽

friends + family…

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Thomas Barrow-

thomas barrow & friend!reader ♡✧

thomas barrow & teen!sister!reader ✧♡☽

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Will Truman ♡

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ fandoms i write for ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Downton Abbey

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Harry Potter

ˋ°•*⁀➷ A Series of Unfortunate Events

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Smosh

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Hercules (1997)

ˋ°•*⁀➷ The Lunar Chronicles

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Elena of Avalor

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Friends

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Will and Grace

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Elvis Presley + Elvis (2022)

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Seattle Mariners

ˋ°•*⁀➷ and probably others i’m forgetting so shoot me an ask <3🍒💌

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last updated: 2/14/24

╰┈➤ romanticize, fantasize, nostalgize ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚🩰

[aloneatpeace]

I believe in his telepathic power because my mind is filled with him and him only. there is nothing else and it's not funny at all 😅😅🥲🥲

[xaviersjames]

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?"

[gh9stlyy]

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.

[endmeprettyplease]

Worth the Wait

AN: While sick these past few weeks I binged all the X-Men movies. I’m late to the party I know. But I absolutely fell in love with Charles and Erik, and was shocked I couldn’t find many reader fics with them. Let alone poly fics. So I wrote this absolutely self indulgent and slightly pretentious fic to try and quench my thirst. Warning this is absolute filthy garbage, and normally I try to stay kinda gender neutral but when i say self indulgent. I mean it. Also first three way I’ve ever written.

Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader x Erik Lensherr

Warnings: BDSM eliments, pre-established relationship, fem pronouns and pet names, rough sex, poly relationship, mlm, p in v sex, oral sex

Summary: Charles and Erik have their own ways of making up for their absence. 

Moments like this were greatly cherished by Charles. Where the sun had long dipped below the horizon and the thoughts around him quieted. Charles flipped the page of the novel, something french Erik had recommended, taking care not to disturb you. The weight of your body pressed into his lap and chest as you slept, soft breaths ghosting across his throat while he reveled in the peace. Times like this he wished would last forever, they wouldn’t, he knew. But they were the simultaneous reward and motivation for the chaos of your lives. Between saving the word and rearing the future faces of mutants, this comfort was often few and far between. Making every second sweeter than the next.

Charles and Erik had been gone to D.C for weeks, peace summits and meetings that would nearly bore you to death. So he hadn’t been surprised after the ‘welcome party’ had let up and he’d finally dropped onto the couch with his book that you had soon crawled into his arms. He wasn’t surprised when you dozed off either. Charles was aware you never slept well alone. He felt guilt at the thought, even if you never complained. Though he couldn’t deny the enjoyment of you soft and dozing against him like a kitten. 

Normally, Charles would’ve heard Erik coming from a mile away, but with his body and brain lax. The voices barely a murmur in his mind; he didn't look up until the bedroom door creaked open. Erik smiled, a beautiful and blissful smile. Cheeks a bit flushed from the wine he’d shared with Raven over dinner. A lovely sight to behold. Charles truly felt spoiled in that moment.

Erik took his time removing his blazer and unbuttoning his top, assessing the scene in front of him. Charles lounging, book dangling loosely from his fingers while you snored quietly astride him. A wonderful nightcap, he thought. Charles smirked as it passed though his mind.

“Such an alluring woman in your arms and you just allow her to sleep?” Erik tisked as he deposited himself beside him. Stretching his long legs and rolling his shoulders. 

Charles hummed, eyes falling back to the novel. “She was tired.” He did his best to ignore the impure thoughts flowing from Erik like waves, as well as the heat from his love in his lap. It was always a game, Erik plucking at him, nudging him, pushing his control with every weapon in his disposal to undo his control. And Charles played along, even if he knew the end result would always be the same. Nowadays he even prefers it to chess. You, their darling, always the most exciting wildcard. Sometimes you’d follow along, tease him as ruthlessly as Erik. Others you’d be in nearly the same place as him. But most often you were the desperate deciding factor that never failed to undo both of their facades. You never had much patience and it was hard not to give in when you begged so sweetly.

Erik leaned over, his cologne invading Charles’ senses as he plucked the book from his hand. Tossing it onto the coffee table even as Charles huffed. Erik managed to catch him by surprise with a gentle kiss, brief but he felt the tension gather regardless. 

“She never minds.” Erik spoke against his lips, seizing the opportunity to pull you into his own lap. Charles rolled his eyes at his antics, hearing your displeased moan as Erik settled you to his liking. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open. Dazed and a bit annoyed at the disruption, only to smile lazily when you saw the cause of it. Erik nuzzled into your sleep flushed neck as you gained your bearings. Nose nudging the, collar, necklace he’d gifted you. A reminder.

“Hi,” Was all you managed. You hadn’t seen much of him when he returned with Charles, allowing Peter and Raven to have their fill of his attention. He always made it up to you.

“Hello, angel.” Lips quirked as he pulled away from your skin. “Charles here was just chastising me for wanting to wake you, but I’ve missed you so much. You don’t mind, do you?”

Lazily you rolled your gaze towards the aforementioned man, his exasperated expression cluing you into the nature of the moment. Lifting your legs into his lap you drew your foot dangerously close to Charles’ fly. “No, never. I’ve missed you too.” Adding a, “Both of you.” As you cheekily pressed down on the growing bulge. Charles’ was always easy to wind up, though you never blamed him. Having the dirtiest of their lovers' fantasies projected into one's mind would drive anyone mad. Though, he could give as good as he got.

“That’s my girl,” Erik laughed before pulling you into a kiss. Quickly becoming heated as his hands slipped under the oversized t-shirt, one you couldn’t remember who you stole it from. It never failed to make you feel absolutely spoiled when you weren’t the victim of the teasing. Either side was wonderful but how could you not enjoy the devoted attention?

You shifted to straddle Erik the moment his lips give yours reprieve. Knowing this would further frustrate your other lover. His tongue and teeth were relentless on your shoulders and neck, pooling heat between your thighs. Feeling a bit mischievous you met Charles’ eyes, rolling your hips and huffing out noises in a more exaggerated manner than necessary. The widening of his pupils and darkening of his expression were more than enough reward for your antics. 

“Naughty.” Uttered Erik, returning his gaze to Charles as well. “Since I so rudely interrupted you, why don’t I take our girl to bed and you can finish your book. How does that sound, love?” Holding eye contact with the irritated man even as he spoke to you.

You pulled back to lift your top over your head with a sigh. Charles would most certainly make you pay for this later. “Sounds wonderful. You know how much our dear Charles appreciates his… personal time. Don’t stay up too late Char, I’m sure you’re exhausted from the flight.” 

With a wink, Erik lifted you as he stood. Hands gripping your bottom tighter than necessary while you giggled. He answered the sounds with a harsh swat, quickly crossing the room to the bed. A gentle toss had you bouncing on the sheets, playfully wiggling as Erik admired your nearly nude form. Sitting up you crawled towards him, knowing behaving was the best course of action to get what you wanted from him. 

“May I please undress you, sir?” 

“Such manners tonight. Yes, you may, angel.” He smirked, both of you making a point to keep your attention on eachother. Undressing Erik was as exciting now as it had been the first time. Every button popped sent a rush between your legs. The desperation to feel his skin against yours nearly causing you to just tear the garment apart but you steadied your breath and went on. It was always sweeter when you took your time. The moment he could let the shirt slide from his arms you sent a focused image of what you saw to Charles. Your fingers on Erik’s belt, the forming bulge, his heat flushed skin and the absolute sinful look on his face. You knew Erik would be doing the same, the devious man he is. 

Eriks pants were pushed down easily leaving you eye level with your prize. Fingers traced the outline of his cock through his underwear and you kissed across his stomach. He allowed it for a moment, letting out a heavy breath and running his fingers across your scalp. Suddenly his hand clenched and he was once again out of your grasp as he wrenched you away.

“Hm, darling, I’m quite sure I gave you permission to undress me. Not to touch me.” You looked up at him through your lashes, despite his stern tone his expression was amused. 

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ve just missed you so much-” The necklace around your throat tightened and you were pulled back onto the bed suddenly. The edges were rounded but the force of his abilities were noticeable. His expression of strength never failed to make your sex throb, gripping the sheets while you waited for his next move. 

“Always such a desperate whore, no wonder you need the two of us. Now, were you good while we were gone? Did you keep your pretty hands to yourself? Hm, Charles?” Finally you both turned to face the telepath. He was a sight, cheeks pink, brows pinched and thighs spread. You’d suddenly regretted not taking the opportunity to ride them earlier, beginning to become desperate for some contact.

Painfully slowly Charles raised his hand, two fingers meeting his temple as he stared back at you. Giving your best doe eyes you waited for him to deliver your verdict.

Charles inhaled deeply, you knew he’d come across the memories of how close you’d gotten to breaking their rules. The absolutely sinful thoughts you’d had. With a flutter of his eyes and a sigh, he spoke.

“She behaved.” 

Erik chuckled, “Learned your lesson last time, didn’t you baby?” 

“Uh-huh.” You smiled sweetly as he pulled the rest of his clothing off. Excitement building, knowing soon you would finally get what you needed. 

You were aching, the full weight of their gazes had you nearly on edge. Erik took his time climbing onto the bed and between your legs, gently running his fingers from your knees to hips with a look of consideration. 

“I think, since you’ve done so well for us, that you deserve a reward. Do you?” Erik twisted words, you knew one slip up and you’d be across his lap. Normally that would be fun but you hadn’t been lying when you said you missed them.

“As long as you believe I do.” You managed, praying truly submissive was what he had in mind.

Erik snorted, leaning to press kisses down your chest and across your breasts. “Right answer, darling, correct.” You arched into him, the wet heat of his tongue heaven against your aching nipples. Attempting to press your thighs together was futile, Erik’s waist preventing any relief. His mouth soon moved down your stomach, irritatingly skipping your center in favor of biting your tender thighs. 

“Please, sir. Please! I’ll be good, I promise I will. Please just… I need,” Your rambling cut out abruptly when he ripped your underwear from you and latched onto your clit like a man starved. Suddenly, noise, let alone words, seemed impossible to produce. You merely tossed your head onto the pillows and held on for dear life. You wanted to twist your fingers into his perfectly styled hair, you wanted to hold him to you with your legs but you’d promised to behave and you would. You would do anything to keep this absolutely magnificent man’s lips on your cunt. 

A shallow groan caught your attention, dimly aware of your surroundings as Erik absolutely devoured you. Lifting your head slightly you saw Charles. Now gripping himself through his slacks, watching your every move. You imagined the two of you were a sight, especially from his vantage. Almost feeling jealous of his position. But before the thought could fully manifest, Charles pressed his temple again. 

The third person view of one of the most powerful mutants between your thighs and yourself arching and writhing against him, cast in your brain. You nearly screamed. A broken moan leaving you instead, Erik’s own groan vibrating on your slit let you know he was privy to the same vision. You watched helplessly as Erik rolled his hips into the bed, wondering if Charles had bested him tonight. Though the notion abandoned you quickly when Erik thrust two fingers into you, tongue fluttering against your clit while simultaneously tightening the metal around your throat.  

Being good was nowhere on your radar as your hands shot to Erik, gripping his hair and locking your thighs tight around him. Regardless of your interference he worked you though your high like it was his only purpose. 

As spots started to invade your vision he finally let up. The collar dropping loose and mouth moving to press kisses across your pelvis. Dizzy with pleasure but still frantic for more you yanked on Erik, pulling him into a messy kiss. Sucking your own taste off his tongue.  You swore you could feel Charles in your mind, feeling what you were, his arousal was palpable. Though, you knew you heard him undo his pants and at last, grip himself. 

In an absolutely disorienting motion Erik flipped you onto your stomach, raising your hips. You knew he was done with the games. Your last thought being that as he thrust himself inside you without warning. With no time to adjust he began a brutal pace, teeth nearly rattling as you cried out. Scrambling for purchase, anything to ground you as he slammed harshly from the start to end of your pussy. 

“Always so fucking tight, so wet,” Erik was snarling now, lost completely to his own lust. “This is why we keep you, this is your purpose.” 

Anything past Erik inside you was null. Nothing mattered, thoughts completely blank, save for the vicious pleasure radiating from between your thighs. 

Probably why you didn’t perceive Charles in front of you until he hooked a finger in your collar and harshly commanded your attention. He kneeled on the bed, pretty pink cock in hand. Reflexively you opened your mouth wide, tongue out, to which he moaned. Pressing himself forward with the same need you’d felt this entire time.

“Such a good girl,” Charles’ touch was tender even if his pace was not. Praising you as his length pushed past your gag reflex. Further exacerbated by his unwillingness to loosen his grip on your collar. “Always so good for us.” He muttered. Images of Erik and yourself flashed through your mind, as well as the sloppy kiss shared by the men over you. You surrendered yourself to the sensations and before you knew it you were tightening around Erik.

“That's it, c’mon, make a mess on my cock. Be a good girl and cum.” Erik’s voice combined with the loving look Charles gave you sent you over the edge. Clawing at his pale hips and screaming around him. 

The wonderful taste of Charles finding his high followed soon after. Erik took a moment longer, slamming against you before he reached his. The tightening of your collar prefacing him, though you weren’t quite aware anymore. Floating on endorphins. 

By the time you truly came to, Charles was tucking you in and curling around you. Muttering to Erik to ‘Hurry up’. The second he realized you were back he smiled. 

“Welcome back, love,” You answered him with a smile settling into the warmth of his chest. A gentle as always, yours and Erik’s port in the storm. You could hear the latter puttering about, before he slipped under the covers. 

“Mm,” He hummed, nuzzling into your hair and joining the tangle of limbs. “I wasn’t too rough was I?”

Even if he tried to mask his meaning with his playful tone you could hear the concern dripping from his voice.

“You were perfect. I love you.” Your voice was scratchy to even your own ears but both your men just held you tighter. 

“I love you.” Was spoken simultaneously.

[danclause]

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.

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heyhey id love a charles xavier x reader with prompts “is that your seventh cup of coffee?” and “when is the last time you slept?” in which charles overworks himself again? soo if u have time and obviously want to write it id be v happy! :) tysm!

HELLO LOVELY here you go <3333 (Yeo anon don’t forget to drink water)

Just an hour

Charles Xavier x fem!reader

Prompt list request

Word count: 1.2k+

Warnings: None just fluff

An: this was supposed to be a short Drabble 💀

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The corridors of x-mansion had fallen silent for quite some time, pin drop silence given everyone had gone to bed but Charles was still up burning the midnight oil as if time wasn’t going by at the slightest. Y/n tried to sneak up on him but he heard her, even her gentle footsteps on the hardwood floor.

She wrapped her arms around his torso as he softened under her warmth “Hello darling” Charles hummed kissing the knuckles of her palms that hugged him.

“Don’t ‘hello darling’ me why are you still up?” She questioned standing beside him.

Charles let out a sigh knowing she wouldn’t let it go. “Just some work, I’ll be with you soon enough.” Though disappointed with sudden lack of closeness he again pulled her closer to him by wrapping his arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head.

It always so happened that Charles would be clingy when exhausted, he was a touchy expressive lover nonetheless but even more when he’s tried “It’s 3 am already you can finish this tomorrow.”

“I’m aware but I have to finish this thesis for today fingers crossed they actually consider it for once.” He scoffed as y/n felt bad about it, a lot of times it would happen that whenever he would spend days writing a thesis putting so much effort later the research team would disregard it because ‘mutation’ was a controversial subject. It was sad to watch him come back so dejected afterwards.

“I will help you with this tomorrow just come to bed right now it’s so late as it is and—“ Charles just nodded mindlessly sipping from his cup, caffeine of course. Y/n didn’t have to be a mind reader to know that, the whole room smelled of coffee. There were empty cups lying all around and he hadn’t slept a minute since the day before obviously that’s what’s kept him going. “Uh-is that your seventh cup of coffee?”

Charles was still just slightly nodding he expected her to go on with how he should go to bed but as stubborn as he was he liked to continue to finish his thesis. Y/n waited for him to respond as he came back to his sense, “Huh-“ he recollected what she asked him “Oh the coffee yes-um probably?” He looked around the room with all the empty that were more than seven.

Y/n took the current coffee cup he had in his hands away from him and placed it far on the table “You need to take a break this is not-“

“Love it’s quite alright it’s just one day I can finish this for now.” He argued but y/n wasn’t having any of it.

“This isn’t healthy at all you’re clearly overworking yourself!” Gently she took his hands in hers “Why don’t you take a break a small break-I’m not asking you to sleep and finish this in the morning just a break? Go to sleep for an hour at least?”

“I know you’re trying to trick me into sleeping and I appreciate you doing that but I can’t show up with incomplete thesis—“

“I’m not tricking you! I’ll set a timer and wake you up in an hour myself I promise!” She exclaimed as he sighed turning back to the scattered papers on the desk. “Just an hour! Please! It isn’t even much time and you would work better with a rested mine and—“

“Alright fine!” He interrupted her midway knowing y/n wouldn’t stop until he finally gave in. “But do wake me up” he reminded her as she nodded happily.

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The next morning Charles woke up by the sun rays beaming through the blinds with y/n close to him it felt like the most perfect place to be if only just for a moment. Soon he realised he woke up by the sun rays. The sun was already up, y/n didn’t wake him up from his sleep like she promised she would. He got tricked into this even after confirmed with her that she set the alarms. As much as he wanted to wake up y/n and tell her how cross he was with her right now she looked heavenly while asleep. He hated to ruin that peace and comfort on her face so he decided to postpone that for when she actually wakes up.

Getting out of bed he arranges the blanket over y/n again and goes back to his office. He was surprised how is desk wasn’t the same way he left it the other night, the table was arranged neatly, the coffee cups were gone moreover it didn’t look like there had happened a war in there. Y/n probably did that whilst they were talking he must’ve been too tried to notice it the other night.

On the centre of his desk he finds a well printed copy with the title of the thesis he had to present. Strange.

Charles opened it to find most of the first pages to be the ones he had written but he distinctly remembered he hadn’t yet completed it. The copy in his hands was a finished one. He skimmed through his parts and read the completed ones to him it seemed so well postured, even with a proper conclusion in the same pretext.

Joyed with the fact that he wouldn’t have to work on it for hours anymore it hit him. Y/n. Who else would’ve completed it for him? That’s why being a light sleeper y/n didn’t realise him slipping out of the bed this morning. Though hypocritical on her part, she forced him to retire to bed and probably stayed up the entire night to finish his work he thought.

Charles rushed back to their shared room and climbed back in the bed, showering her with kisses. “Good morning my love” He greeted as she fluttered her eyes.

Still tried she didn’t yet open her eyes completely and just nodded.

“Turns out my thesis is all completed.” He told her as she smiled a bit still half asleep. “That’s amazing!” Y/n said calmly suppressing a yawn.

“Do you by any chance know how that happened? Because from what I remember I hadn’t finished it.” Charles asked rhetorically snuggling her closer to him.

“Hmm? That’s weird maybe you woke up in your sleep?” Y/n joked burying her head in the crook of his neck.

“I know you’re the one who stayed up to finish it.” Charles told her as she sighed flashing a small smile. “You shouldn’t have y/n now you’re going to be all tried-“

Y/n leaned in interrupting his lecture with a short kiss just then he pulled her closer again brushing his lips against hers, “You can still make your changes though consider mine as a rough draft”

“You have no idea how perfect it is I truly appreciate it-though its unwise you stayed up the entire night finishing it for me!”

“That’s rich coming from you” she raised a brow as Charles chuckled slightly. “Also shut the blinds I’m going back to sleep.”

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Obvious [Part Four]

Prompt/Summary: You’re an empath, he’s a telepath. You might not be able to know what he’s thinking, but it doesn’t stop you from feeling it.

Pairing: Charles Xavier x Female Reader

Warnings: s m u t [shower sex, oral sex female receiving]

Word Count: 6,500. This was supposed to be a pretty short chapter. I don't know what happened

Previous Parts: One || Two || Three

26 hours. 

It was supposed to be better.  You’d told yourself it would be better.  Now that you and Charles had established it wasn’t a one-time thing and that he did like you.  It had been 26 hours since your encounter in his study and the only thing you could confidently decide on was that it was most certainly not better. 

You were in the library, trying to read up on something - you couldn’t remember what - for Charles’ research.  It was cool and dark in your corner, the beams of light that usually illuminated the whole space were sliding down the far wall as the sun was setting.  Good you thought; you needed it cool and dark as you pressed your head against the wall you were next to with a groan.  Tracing the bruises along your collarbones you could have sworn he was in front of you, biting down on the soft flesh and your back ached as if he still had you pressed against the hard edge of his desk.  Images, filthy images, of what he had done to you just hours before were flashing through your mind on repeat and you felt drunk on the memories.  Your skin was still on fire, even after a cold shower and two naps. 

To say that you were plagued by Charles Xavier would have been an understatement.  The hold he had on you now felt inescapable, as if your entire being was tuned into his bandwidth and you were stuck there like a bug in a spiderweb.  So much so that you were just slipping back into your thoughts, replaying the study encounter once more, when you heard the heavy oak door creek and footsteps on the floorboards. You shot upright, hastily grabbing the closest paper to you and trying to neutralise your thoughts before you were caught red-faced.  However, the voice that called out to you wasn’t the one you were expecting. 

“Y/N, are you in here?”

Raven’s voice made you jump, much more than you’d have been willing to admit.  Papers slid off the narrow desk space as your knees smacked the underside with surprising force.  You scrambled to catch them, but even so, any composure you had was long gone so you kept your head down and busied yourself with collecting the debris surrounding you as you listened to Raven’s footsteps advance.  You knew you should have answered, but you couldn’t form the words; your mouth suddenly dry and tacky.  You decided you would rather face Charles after your sudden decision to run away a thousand times rather than confront his childhood best friend even once. 

Raven rounded the last corner and stood at the end of the tall row of bookshelves you had squirrelled yourself away into, and you knew that you were completely powerless.  She was taller than you, stronger than you, and a much better fighter than you.  If she’d come to give you a piece of her mind, you thought, dying in a library didn’t sound like the worst way to go.  At least you would look cool, you consoled yourself, your dead body sprawled out amongst the ancient books.  You decided to steel yourself for the worst, sucking in what you assumed to be one of your last breaths and concentrating everything on your power.  You were rusty but with all the distractions lately, you had not been practising as Charles frequently told you to do.  Calm and friendly, calm and friendly, calm and friendly you repeated the mantra in your head, hoping and praying that even if you couldn’t reach her you were at least able to manipulate the atmosphere around you. 

“Hi,” getting the word out took more than you were willing to admit.  Your voice caught in your dry throat and stuck to your teeth as you forced yourself to look up into her yellow eyes.  For a second you thought you saw a flicker of something that wasn’t pure hatred. 

“I just-” she started, but her voice caught too.  She coughed.  It was short and sharp, her face turned to look out of the window where there was no longer any sunlight, her profile thrown harsh contrast as she did.  “I came to tell you dinner is ready,” as much as you hated to admit it, you were stunned.  Of all the ways you had imagined this going, it was the last thing you had expected.

“Oh, er, thanks,” you mumbled, embarrassed.  You hoped she couldn’t see your red face, but you knew better. 

“We barely see you eat anymore, it’s worrying m- everyone…” she trailed off, but you knew she was right.  You had been regularly skipping meals, instead opting for snacks in the unsociable hours, and the few times you had managed to attend the group dinner times, you had spent them sitting picking at your food and waiting for it to end. 

“Yeah, no, I’m-” it was awkward, and you didn’t need to be an empath to work that out.  The tension between the two of you was palpable and both of you were speaking as if every word had been carefully and delicately selected.  “I’m just gonna tidy up here and then I’ll come,” Raven gave a stiff nod of understanding.  She cast a sweeping glance over the mess in your corner and turned on her heel to leave.  Something gripped you and you found yourself finally acting like a normal person and speaking before thinking.

“Hey, Raven?” she stopped, didn’t turn but her shoulder twitched and you knew you had her attention.  “Thanks,” you hoped the word was enough, that it said silently all the things you needed to say.  You could have sworn you saw a minute nod before she continued on, and in two strides she melted into blue shadows.  You held your breath as you listened to her retreat until you heard the doors shut and alone in the library once more. 

You let out the breath in a heavy sigh and tried to roll the tension out of your neck and shoulders.  Deciding that not showing up for dinner and having Raven find you for a further one-to-one talk was infinitely worse than whatever awkwardness was to be dealt with over dinner, you stayed true to your promise and quickly organised your research into a pile of books and a pile of notes stacked neatly on the desk you’d claimed as your spot.  Plus, there was a little tightening in your stomach at the thought of seeing Charles again.  Whilst you were glad that you could finally think about him without the sad weight of knowing what you’d had with him was a one-off thing, now you couldn’t stop thinking about the next time you’d get to have him.  Shaking your head you left the library and decided to head up to your room to wash up and change clothes quickly. 

Dinner, as you discovered rapidly, was exactly what you needed to do.  Charles was finally out of the extreme absorption phase of his project and had decided that human interaction was necessary to some degree, so it was a full table.  Any nerves you had immediately faded when the chaos that was feeding a collection of late-teenage superheroes commenced.  Fighting for seats, fighting for plates, squabbling over serving sizes even though there was plenty to go around and then some.  You found yourself between Darwin and Charles himself.  You expected yourself to be haywire, as was the effect he usually had on you but instead you found a renewed confidence.  Maybe Raven knew you’d slept together, but as far as she was aware it was just the once and no one else gave any indication they knew what was going on between you and the young professor.  He acknowledged you with a warm smile, which you returned, before becoming engaged in your own spirited conversations.  Perhaps it was knowing that at the end of the day you were the one he was coming undone over, or maybe it was the way when his arm brushed yours you felt like you were full of static electricity. 

You had to admit it felt good to be able to be yourself in the group once more, even as you had to duck to avoid a swiftly placed soundwave from Sean aimed at Darwin.

“Hey now,” it was Charles interrupting the ruckus with his rapidly developing teacher voice.  “No powers at the dinner table,” Sean muttered an apology but you didn’t miss the shit-eating grin shared between the younger boys, and neither did Raven who caught your eye when she realised you too had noticed.  For a fraction of a second, she flicked a smile at you, before turning her attention back to Hank and Erik.  

“Actually, while I have everybody’s attention please,” Charles started again and you found yourself twisting in your seat to see his face better.  The knee that pressed itself against yours almost made you blush.  “As you will have noticed I have been rather preoccupied with some research, and I realise now that it was in error that I left you all to your own devices,” he cast a disapproving gaze around the small group, but there was a playfulness in him that told you he wasn’t serous “So, from tomorrow we will be going back to training.  One-to-one’s will be with me at the same time as we used to, and group training will be split between myself and Erik from now on,” there was a slight shift in the air at the mention of Erik’s name. 

“But surely we don’t-” Raven began, but she was quickly shut down.

“Yes, you do,” Charles gave her a knowing look and she quietened down with nothing more than an eye roll.  “Tomorrow morning, 10 am.  I want to see everyone on the front lawn,” 

You sighed internally, group training meant combat training and you had to admit that squirrelling yourself away and avoiding exercise in general had suited you over the last week.  Still, as the chatter died down and the group started to disperse after dessert, you found yourself with a pleasantly full stomach and looking forward to the following morning.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting from Charles that night, the exact details of your arrangement were still vague at least to you.  You knew he wouldn’t initiate in front of the others, so when you finally rose from the table and bid the remaining Raven, Charles, Erik and Hank good night you weren’t entirely surprised that you got nothing more than a ‘good night’ in return and eye contact that was held for perhaps half a second too long.  You waited around in your room for a little while, wasted time in the bathroom and then tried to occupy yourself with a book to see if he would come to your room, but he didn’t.  You supposed you could have called out to him telepathically, but you didn’t want to come across as desperate.  What you and Charles had established felt fragile, so early in its life that the slightest turbulence could shatter it.  You didn’t want to be constantly running to him, even if deep down that was what you wanted.  In the end, you could feel your eyes becoming so heavy that you slipped a bookmark into the leatherbound novel you were fighting your way through and drifted into an empty sleep. 

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You were glad you didn’t have any dreams that night because, much to your surprise, you woke up to your alarm clock on time and actually felt well-rested and ready to at least face whatever Charles had in store for you. 

Your enthusiasm quickly wore off when you found the group of grey-sweatsuit-clad mutants on the front lawn, all eyeing up a suspicious pile of clutter on the lawn that Charles, also dressed in his sports clothes, was in the middle of.  You followed his movements for a moment and realised that it wasn’t a pile of junk, but some kind of pattern.  When you spotted the dumbbells your stomach sank right through to the floor.  The only thing you hated more than combat training was plain workouts.  Before you could finish the half-baked plan to sneak around the back of the house an amused voice spoke from the back of your mind. 

“Don’t even think about it,”  You rolled your eyes, huffing playfully at the intrusion and deciding to show Charles that you were sulking with him by refusing to answer him, verbally and mentally.  You didn’t get a chance to see if he found you funny or not, and you tried to ignore the little twinge in your chest as he turned and said something to Erik, before calling the small group’s attention.

“Right, good morning everyone, I trust you all slept well,” Charles started, an almost alarming shine in his bright blue eyes.  There was an almost unanimous grumble.

“Why are we here, Charles?”  Raven cut him off, straight to the point.  Typically, Charles was unfazed and responded by rolling back onto his heels, hands folded behind his back, with a light chuckle. 

“Thank you, Raven.  I thought we’d get back into the swing of things with something nice and easy, so today there are no powers involved.  It’s just a simple circuit.  Now I need everyone to split off into pairs,” Charles explained the basic premise of the training circuit he had set up.  It consisted of twelve ‘stations’ that you were to work around in pairs, each station having a different workout exercise to complete.  You were to do the full circuit three times each.  You had a feeling that you and Charles had different definitions of ‘nice and easy’.

There was a tap on your shoulder and you turned happily, expecting to see Charles waiting to partner up with you, however, the hand on your shoulder was blue. 

“Wanna be my partner?”  You couldn’t stop the grin that broke out on your face, so relieved that Raven had sought you out once more, and was actually keen to work with you.  You accepted gratefully and moved to stand closer together.  You could have sworn you caught Charles watching the interaction from the corner of his eye. 

Much to your surprise, the circuit training was suspiciously enjoyable, although Raven was largely to take responsibility for that.  After a few minutes of awkwardly working in silence, you couldn’t help but snort as you caught Alex collapse onto his face mid-push up.  Raven had spotted him too and before you knew it the pair of you were struggling to control yourselves through stifled giggles.  Charles had come over several times to remind the two of you that you were supposed to be focusing on moving your bodies, not your mouths, but Raven morphed into his form when his back was turned and started mocking him in an uncanny way that had you almost unable to stand you were laughing so hard. 

It was the first time you had felt truly relaxed for as long as you could remember, and you were just having mindless, girly fun.  The exercises were none too interesting and you were capable of completing them all fairly easily, with Raven spotting you on some of the weighted exercises and then you did the same for her.  Charles passed you during the sit-up station, where you were actually pushing yourself and making good time.

“Nice form, Y/N,” his gaze felt suspiciously searing, and you had a feeling he was staring directly at your breasts and not your form at all.  The rapid wave of arousal that pierced the air around you and faded as he retreated was enough to confirm it.  Raven looked at you with raised eyebrows on your next rise. 

“He was so staring at you,”

“He’s training us,” you responded, trying and most likely failing to sound nonchalant as you rose again. 

“You know what I mean,” you tensed, trying to force yourself to continue and complete the set.  You weren’t sure how to react given that last time Raven had sussed out that there was something going on between you and Charles it had not ended well, so what came next completely threw you off.  “I think he likes you,” 

You were glad your set ended and you were able to get up and swap positions with Raven, supporting her whilst she began her set of sit-ups.  You managed a non-commital shrug at her comment, but didn’t answer.

“Do you like him?”  she asked, her face was set and she was starting to pant through the exertion of the exercise, but there was no malice coming from her and the atmosphere hadn’t changed.  You figured it was safe to laugh.

“What are we, middle schoolers?”  That made Raven laugh too and the pair of you moved onto another station with a new topic, this time ‘Is Hank Actually Ripped Or Can He Just Lift That Much Because He’s Tall?’ 

By the time the session ended you were exhausted, sweating profusely alongside your peers and all out of breath.  For some reason, Erik knew and was able to lead a series of cool-down stretches, and then before you knew what was happening you were being dismissed to the showers.  You fell into step with Raven, bunched in the middle of the group surrounded by the slightly younger boys. 

“It’s a shame there’s more than enough showers for everyone huh, Y/N?”  Alex caught your eye, a wicked grin making its way across his features.  If it was anyone else you would have panicked, but Alex’s room was close to yours on the second floor, and after two accidents where he had wandered into the bathroom that had been labelled yours instead of his, it had become a bit of a running joke that he was trying his utmost to see you naked.  You shoved his shoulder playfully and told him to try his luck with Hank instead.

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Your bathroom was one of your favourite places in the house.  It wasn’t the biggest, but it was one of the few spaces that was all yours.  It, like most of the rooms in the house, had been decorated grandly, with black and white tiled floors and dark green walls.  You didn’t have a bath, but you didn’t mind because the shower space was plenty large enough and had two surprisingly tasteful glass walls to make up the corner.  You’d placed a plant on the high windowsill and opposite your shower was an impressive, inbuilt vanity with a large mirror across the back and a sink built into the white marble countertop.  

You were just relaxing under the pressure of the hot water on your used muscles, deeply grateful for the Xavier family’s seemingly endless supply of money and their ability to run eight hot, powerful showers at once.  You ran your hands over your face and back, scraping the water away from your eyes and slicking your hair back like a supermodel when there was a soft knock on your door.  You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile that broke out across your face and shook your head with a little laugh. 

“Go away, Alex!” 

There wasn’t an immediate answer and you assumed it was one of his silly games to wind you up.  But the sudden feeling that gripped you made you gasp and stop in your tracks; because there was only one person who could convince you that there was a second pair of hands sliding up and down your body, taking advantage of the feeling of your wet skin.

Your mouth went dry, but you couldn’t stop the way your stomach tightened in anticipation.  Without turning the water off you leant as far forward as you could and just managed to unlock the door before turning your back and going about your business as if no one was there.  You made a deliberate point of putting far too much soap on your loofah so that you covered your whole body in the soft white bubbles.  You heard the door click, and the sound of the bolt sliding back across, so you made a point of swaying your hips to some invisible music as you made your routine a display. 

“Quite the show,” he murmured, the soft English accent finally convincing you to throw your head over your shoulder, still not letting him see you from the front.  He had already discarded the grey sweater and was stood shirtless with the matching grey sweatpants slung low on his hips.  His eyes were completely trained on your body with his head tilted to the side and lips pursed as he appreciated you.  You sent him a soft smile, eyes half-closed in anticipation of the bliss soon to come.  

You decided to play the long game, refusing to acknowledge him further and instead turning back under the stream of water.  That wasn’t to say that you weren’t totally tuned in to his every movement.  You could have sworn you could feel everything he did behind you.  So you weren’t entirely surprised when you felt a hand land on your hip.  This time it was real, warm and tingly and rubbing circles into your soft wet skin, pulling at you gently.  You gave in to the pressure, because if you were being honest there was no way you could resist it, finally spinning around.

You came chest to chest with Charles, your hands landing on his shoulders.  He didn’t hesitate for a second, pressing kisses along your neck, working his way up and across your jaw as you sighed and tilted your head back to provide him easier access.  He trailed up the side of your face until his mouth was right by your ear.  His hand was still massaging your waist. 

“Is this all for me?”  He murmured, so close his lips just ghosted across the shell of your ear, his hot breath on your damp skin making you shiver.  Any facade of self-control immediately shattered, and yet again you were putty in his hands.  You managed a silent nod, swallowing hard, your heart hammering in your chest.  Charles pushed you slightly, edging you to take a step back and to the side so that he could submerge himself under the stream of water beside you.  The soap suds were rapidly sliding off you as you too ducked back under the shower.  Charles watched them work their way down your body. 

Something felt different, you noticed.  There was a palpable tension that you both seemed to be skirting around.  Maybe it was because it was the first time you had both been voluntarily naked in front of each other without immediately moving on to sex, maybe it was because this was the first time you’d found each other without at least one of you in urgent need.  Charles’ tongue darted out to moisten his pink lips.  He was still holding your waist with one hand, his free hand reaching up to push his hair back away from his eyes.  It looked jet black under the water, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching up to touch it.  You watched his Adam's Apple bob, and his pupils dilate in front of you.  Your hand stayed in his hair. 

Something snapped, you felt it, and before you could think any further you grabbed him, pulling him down into a heavy kiss.  Charles immediately sprang to life, pulling you into him as close as he could, his other hand wrapping around your neck to hold you in place.  He groaned lowly into your mouth, to which you responded by opening your own mouth and allowing him to slip his tongue inside.  You sighed in response, your hands roaming freely, enjoying the way the water made his skin slick to the touch. 

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about this,” his mouth fell away from yours, the words punctuated by sloppy kisses along your skin.  He chased a water droplet along the grove of your neck with his tongue, an action that made your knees buckle as you let out a high pitched whine.  Charles tightened his grip on you with ease, refusing to let you fall.  Through the foggy cloud taking over your mind, you managed to pull out a retort. 

“About midway through the workout, by my estimations,”  you felt his lips curve into a smile from where they hovered just at the top of your breast, his hands now occupied with the newly lubricated flesh.  He rose at his own pace, painfully slowly, and pulled you close once more.  A well-placed thigh between your legs provided you with some pressure and you didn’t hesitate in rolling your hips down onto it, a wanton sigh escaping you at how quickly he could turn you on.  Charles looked at you, properly.  Deep into your eyes as if he were searching your face for something.  His eyes were dark, drinking in your appearance. 

“And then some,” his voice was low, an almost dangerous edge creeping into it.  He removed his leg from in between yours, ignoring the small noise of protest you made and walked you backwards with his hands on your hips until your back was pressed into the corner of the shower.  The water was hot enough that even though you were no longer directly under the jet you were perfectly warm.  Charles didn’t reward you with his thigh again, instead capturing your lips once more, but before you could cling to him he was away.  He sank down, leaving sloppy kisses full of teeth and tongue against your wet skin until he was on his knees in front of you, his mouth dangerously close to where you were aching for him most. 

He guided you softly, encouraging you to lift your left leg and hook it over his shoulder, forcing you to lean back and give him unlimited access to you.  The arm that wasn’t wrapped around your thigh was pressed against the softness of your lower stomach, keeping you in place with gentle pressure.  You weren’t sure what to do initially with your hands as you let yourself relax into the new position.  Eventually one of them tangled in his sodden hair, keeping a firm grip.  The other found a place on the wall, supporting yourself as best you could.  Charles interrupted you from where you were settling into things by dropping his head and blowing quickly on your sex. 

The shot of cold air against your exposed skin made you gasp, your head snapping forward to train your attention back on the man in front of you.  Apparently, that was what he wanted because he was waiting for you. 

“I want you to watch,” he almost purred “See how good you taste to me,” his mouth was inching closer to you with every word, the anticipation coiling tightly in the pit of your stomach.  You nodded, your skin burning with the request but you weren’t uncomfortable.  Charles never did anything to make you uncomfortable.  

“Shit,”

He started by licking an experimental stripe along the outside of your vulva, tantalisingly close but still not quite there.  You could tell from the warmth between your legs that you were already soaked, and he confirmed your suspicions by easing his tongue between your folds and swiping up towards your clit in one easy movement.  You gasped, your eyes instinctively closed and your head fell backwards as electricity crackled up your spine.  Just as quickly as you gave in to the feeling, you felt Charles pull back. 

“I said watch,” all playfulness was gone from his tone.  He refused to so much as touch you until he had your full attention once more.  “Good girl,” that was enough to make you melt, and you watched him transfixed as he moved back towards you.

Trying to focus on Charles whilst he ate you out like you were his final meal was a challenge.  He left nothing to the imagination, making a show of tasting you, swallowing any of your excesses and moaning as he did so.  He was perfectly focused, zeroed in on your clit with accuracy that had you unable to manage more than a string of curse words and his name on repeat.  His eyes were closed, leaving you to admire the thick lashes, flushed cheeks and dark hair that was now a complete mess and plastered to the top of his head.  He alternated between working you with his tongue and sucking you into his mouth in what was almost a kiss.  The sensation of his teeth grazing your clit irregularly had you tensing in the best way.  It took an alarmingly short time for you to grip him tighter, trying to utter out a warning as your breathing became more shallow and your voice trailed off.  Charles responded with a moan that vibrated through you, picking up the intensity even more so to the point where you were a trembling mess. 

His eyes opened, trained on your features and you felt paralysed, the intensity of the orgasm building within you too close to risk looking away.  Watching him watch you was enough to do it.  You didn’t even get time to warn him as you jolted, the orgasm crashing over you before you even knew it was hitting you.  Both of his hands were gripping your hips, guiding you in grinding on his face as his tongue worked relentlessly. 

“Oh my god, Charles!” 

You felt him chuckle against you at your volume, which only added to the sensations flowing through you, making your legs shake.  Your hands were fisted hard in his hair, desperately trying to find something, anything, to ground you.  You couldn’t maintain eye contact as much as you wanted to, your eyes rolling back into your head and your whole body trembling with the force.  Charles stilled, using his hands to guide your movements to a slowing stop.  He kissed you gently, tidying up after himself and even cupping a hand to collect some water and wipe away the mess that had spilled over onto your thighs.  

The second he rose back up to standing you threw yourself at him, arms circling around his neck and pulling him as close to you as you could.  Charles reciprocated the energy, pulling you towards him and kissing you with a desperate aggression, the taste of yourself faint in his mouth.  You could feel him then, hard and ready against your leg, unable to stop himself from moving against you.  He grabbed the back of your thighs, indicating for you to jump for him and you did. 

Charles tried to catch you from the jump and press you against the wall once more, this time level with him.  However, the addition of water on tiled floors caused him to lose the strength in his footing and the pair of you wobbled for a second.  He managed to pin you against the wall in a rapid correction, but your confidence was a little knocked.  Charles continued to attack you with kisses on any part of your skin he could reach but especially your neck.  You couldn’t help but imagine the pair of you tumbling to the floor in a tangle of sprained limbs and broken bones. 

“Hey,” it was Charles speaking in your head, “I won’t let anything happen to you,” you nodded against his lips, and he reciprocated but stepped back to let you down, reaching behind you as he did to turn off the shower.  You looked at him quizzically, not quite ready for the moment to end entirely, but he didn’t offer you any explanation.  Instead, he stepped out of the shower and held out his hand for you to take and he led you across the small space to the vanity.  Pleased to be out of the slip zone you understood what he wanted and allowed him to help you perch on the countertop just beside your sink.  The marble was cold on your skin, making you shiver pleasantly in comparison to the hot humid air surrounding you.

Charles stepped between your open legs, and for a second you were reminded of his office two days before, before he caught you in such a heated kiss that everything else left your mind instantly.  You felt one of his hands move downwards, and judging by the slight movements you could feel of his arm against your leg, he was stroking himself as you made out like a pair of out of control teenagers.  His other hand snuck along your inner thigh, his thumb making contact with your sensitive clit causing you to jolt.  His fingers danced between your folds, toying with you and winding you up as his tongue entered your mouth, easily dominating you.  Two fingers pushed into you, and you felt yourself gasp, the feel of something finally inside of you enough to make your walls clench.  Charles was making no effort to make you cum again, however.  He was deliberately playing with you, refusing to stick to a regular rhythm as he worked you alongside himself.  It didn’t take you long before you couldn’t stand the feeling,

“Charles,” you whined, capturing his attention.  He looked up at you, a mischievous grin on his features.  He didn’t remove his fingers from inside you, and he didn’t let go of himself either.

“Ask for it,” 

“I need you,” he raised an eyebrow, only half satisfied with your response. “Please,” you added with a breathy sigh. 

You thought he was going to lean forward to kiss you, but instead, he swerved past you.  You turned to watch with interest as he reached behind you and wiped a large patch clean in the fogged up mirror that made up the back of the vanity unit.  “Trust me,” he spoke in your mind at your clear moment of confusion, before helping you down from your seat.

Charles pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before smoothly spinning you around.  You caught sight of yourself in the mirror, and suddenly it clicked into place.  Charles walked you forwards until you were able to lean forward on the counter, his breath hot on your neck as he took his position behind you.  He pushed into you with ease and you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you at the pleasantness of the stretch.  The sensation almost took your breath away, and before Charles even began to move your breaths were coming in shallow and the familiar sensation of an orgasm building within you began to swell. 

“Christ, Y/N,” he forced out through gritted teeth as he withdrew his hips and pushed back into you a couple of times before settling into a rhythm.  With your legs pressed together and your back bent over the counter he felt significantly larger than usual inside of you, and you could only manage small whimpers in response to the overwhelming sensations.  The air was virtually stifling, aside from the small seconds of relief as icy cool drops of condensation landed on your skin.  One of Charles’ hands had made their way to your front and he was gently rolling a nipple between his fingers, making the hairs along the back of your neck stand on end.  His other hand landed sharply on your backside, drawing out a soft “oh,” from  you and the warm tingling patch left had you almost blushing.  Charles was speeding up too, moving at an almost relentless pace. 

“Look at me,” the demand made you look up into the mirror once more and the sight before you was almost enough to have you collapsed screaming over the vanity in itself.  You were a mess, eyes blown wide with a blush across your cheeks that extended down your neck and across your shoulders, mouth open in pure pleasure.  If you were a mess, Charles was something else entirely.  Stood directly behind you, his hands firm on your hips as he drove into you, forcing you to stay still as he took control of everything from behind.  His eyes were trained on your face in the mirror, his breath coming in short from the exertion of forcing himself to last for you.  

“So beautiful,” he grunted, his voice ragged and almost broken in the effort to get the words out  “Such a good girl for me,” the hand on your nipple moved upwards further, wrapping very gently around your throat.  He didn’t even have to squeeze because you could already feel yourself coming undone with an unrestricted cry, but when he did apply a little pressure you all but screamed, your walls clenching tightly around him as your second orgasm rocked through your body, leaving you spent and sprawled out on the vanity without the strength to support yourself.  Your eyes found Charles’ in the mirror and you watched in awe as his thrusts became sloppier.  He was making direct eye contact in the mirror, making an almost obscene amount of noise as he reached his own high.  

He had to place a hand on your back to balance as he pulled out, before swiftly catching you and holding you close. 

“Are you okay?”  Charles was back, with a kiss pressed against your temple as he examined you carefully.  You nodded weakly. 

“Yeah, that was just….” you didn’t have the words.

“Intense,” he provided, and you agreed.  Charles helped you back into the shower to clean up, and sat with you on the floor like it was nothing as he massaged your shampoo into your head.  The soft kisses he placed along your exposed shoulder were not missed.  Once you were clean and had managed to recover yourself he helped you to your feet and handed you one of the fluffy towels that was hanging off the back of the door.  You watched as he dried himself off and pulled on the grey sweatpants from earlier. 

“I would love to stay, but I have a government meeting with Erik sometime soon,” he admitted, an almost sheepish grin on his face.  You nodded, understanding.  The trouble with Charles was that you never had his complete attention, his mind was always somewhere esle, at least a little bit. 

“That’s okay.  I think I need a nap before lunch,”  he chuckled and pulled you into him by your hip again, pressing another kiss to your temple.

“Good idea,” 

You were about to reach for the door when Charles caught your arm and pulled you to him once more, his hand on the back of your neck as he captured you in an urgent kiss.  If you hadn’t been so exhausted he could have had you ready and desperate for round two in a matter of minutes. 

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Practice Makes Perfect

Word Count: 2,005

Pairing: James McAvoy x fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[super-duper-mart]

need more james mcavoy x reader smut fics👊🏻😔

[alexiavettel]

✧ hello, welcome to my blog!! ✧

here you will find all my stories, whether short and long fanfics or one-shots.

my taglist <3

꧁ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 ꧂

⇝ i’m 18 years old (April 12th <3)

⇝ proud slytherin and Hades daughter

⇝ ENTJ (if that means something to you)

⇝ mercedes girl (and rbr hater 🫶)

⇝ english is not my first language so i apologise in advance for any typos and/or mistakes

⇝ everything that happens in my texts is purely fictional

⇝ all texts have warnings of possible triggers along with the synopsis, if you believe there is any trigger not mentioned please send me a message

the main focus of this blog, i intend to write for a few drivers i feel comfortable and they are:

⇨ Charles Leclerc

⇨ Daniel Ricciardo

⇨ Carlos Sainz

⇨ George Russell

⇨ Lance Stroll

⇨ Toto Wolff (maybe)

Love under contract

synopsis: Your father, Lawrence Stroll, and basically your boss have a good opportunity of linking Aston Martin with Ferrari’s stocks. But for that Binotto demanded you, first driver of your dad’s formula one team, with your impeccable reputation start a fake relationship with the Ferrari’s golden boy Charles Leclerc. Which happens to have a not so good popularity, publicly cheating on with his ex girlfriend plenty of times and being a complete asshole with his ex teammate, Sebastian Vettel, who now is your teammate.

pairing: charles leclerc x fem¡stroll!reader

status: ongoing

last updated: 23/07/2023

danny ric with kids (pics)

Ten things I hate about you

synopsis: Daniel Ricciardo is insufurable, adorable to everyone but you. Through the years you gathered ten reasons to explain your hate towards him. But be careful, the line between love and hate is thin.

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

status: complete; one-shot

boyfriend material (pics)

coming soon

boyfriend material (pics)

coming soon

Fear is made of ice

synopsis: Growing up in Montreal meant you have to choose: ice figure skating or hockey. Your family and the Stroll are ones of the most influentes of the country, and unfortunately this includes Lance Stroll. What happens when you suffer an accident and now have to train with the most unbearable hockey player?

pairing: lance stroll x fem!reader (au)

status: complete; one-shot

i will only write for Joel (yes, i have played the two games and love the HBO series)

coming soon

i may write about:

⇨ Sirius Black

⇨ Regulus Black

⇨ Remus Lupin

⇨ James Potter (maybe)

⇨ Severus Snape (maybe)

coming soon

one-shots or short fics about actors, i may write about:

⇨ Pedro Pascal

⇨ Oscar Isaac

⇨ Chris Evans

⇨ Henry Cavill

⇨ James McAvoy

⇨ Tom Hiddleston

coming soon

[hayleythesugarbowl]

Could you maybe do headcanons for a female, American reader dating James mcavoy? 💖

james mcavoy x reader headcanons

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a/n: hope you enjoy these little headcanons love!!

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dating james would include…

he first met you at an event for one of his movies

you saw each other from across the room and after a wink and a head tilt saying ‘you wanna get out of here?’ the rest is history

like alexa play enchanted (taylor’s version) by taylor swift

you drink so much tea together 

and he makes fun of you for that ‘weak watery, american stuff’

whispering cheeky little things in your ear 🤭

so many inside jokes 

rubs your back

he takes you to all of his premiers and throughout all of his interviews he just can’t wait to be done and spend the evening with you 

everything you do makes him laugh and he’s just so amused by you

breakfast in bed 

his hand on your thigh under the table at a dinner party

giving you his coat to where over your dress 

he took you back to Scotland once to show you all of his favorite places

you and michael are good friends obviously 

your name in his phone is ‘my love’

neck kisses 

you guys play just dance and you win every time

he talks big game but he’s definitely the little spoon 

except for when he’s on top because ‘if anybody’s giving…’

if you got that reference ily

aftercare KING

he’s so gentle with you it’s adorable

y’know the ‘she fell first but he fell harder’ trope?

that’s you guys 

always holding your hand and playing with your rings if you’re wearing any

he just loves you so much and you guys are so happy together <3

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this babes!! have a wonderful day <3🎀🪩

[slivergrey]

Hello everyone

This is Silvergrey here!

You can address me as Rose, I love writing so much, I write for the following people (currently :) it will become bigger):

Pedro Pascal

Gerard Butler (so underrated)

James Mcavoy

Ewan McGregor

Tom Cruise

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

No Business Like Show Business | Part Five

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

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none? a bit saucy maybe but nothing worthy of a warning... 

A/N: Feel free to substitute James for any actor of your choosing. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Part Four | Masterlist

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I can’t believe its been two weeks since James and I started our secret relationship. Yeah, its frustrating having to sneak around but its also kinda exhilarating. Still, I’m looking forward to being able to go out on a proper date with him. 

There’s only a couple of weeks left until the show opens and I’ve still got SO much left to do! Lets just say, its difficult to concentrate on props work with James around… 

— — — — 

James spends a lot of time hanging out with you in the props room. Any chance he gets between rehearsals, costume fittings, press interviews… he’s there. Sometimes he helps you out, finding things off shelves for you or assisting with actually making things. Sometimes you help him run through lines. But more often than not you get distracted and end up kissing like a couple of love sick teenagers. 

Other than Vera, who you trust enough to tell everything to, no one else knows about you and James. Thankfully most people seem to have forgotten about the coffee shop scene. Occasionally one of the many creeps with cameras, that are constantly hanging around outside the theatre hoping for a glimpse of James, will try to question you as you walk by. But mostly they ignored you now. You were old news. 

Anastasia however is still on the war path, convinced you’re trying to steal her man from her, despite the fact that James has made it very clear they are not and will not ever be together. You try to avoid her as much as possible, but when you do see her around the theatre she glares at you with such a look that you're glad looks can’t actually kill.

You even get to the theatre earlier now than you’re required to, knowing that you’ll be able to check in and get to your props room before Ana has even entered the building. It sounds silly, but you just can’t be bothered with the drama. 

You flash your ID badge to security and begin your journey through the theatre, bumping into Alan on the way. 

“Oh Y/N! You’re here early aren’t you?” 

“Just trying to get ahead on all the work thats left to be done” you laugh awkwardly as you continue walking past him. 

“Actually Y/N, I’ve been meaning to talk to you but I can never seem to find you around. I noticed you haven’t been to watch a rehearsal in a while?” 

“Like I said, lots to do-”

“Yes well, I think it would be really helpful for you if you came along to see how the props are being used.” He interrupts and you have to fight not to roll your eyes at him mansplaining your own job to you “We’re doing a full run through of both acts today, I expect to see you there.” 

He doesn’t wait for to you respond before walking away. You let out a deep breath, half annoyance and half dread of having to actually face Anastasia. 

— — — — 

The other bonus to getting in so early is that you actually have a chance to get some real work done. As much as you love the time James spends with you, you were starting to get slightly worried at how behind you’ve got. 

About half an hour before the rehearsal is due to start you hear the sound of someone tapping in the security code to your door, your signal that James is coming in. You weren’t technically supposed to have told him, but since its only ever him or Vera that make the journey down to the basement you figured it was safe. 

“Good morning beautiful” he says as he enters, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he drops his backpack to the floor. “How are you this fine morning?” 

“You’re extra cheerful today” You say with a laugh that doesn’t quite match the expression on your face. James notices. 

“You’re not.” He sits next to you, placing his hand on yours “What’s wrong?” 

“I’m just tired” you smile a small smile. 

“Don’t tell me you’re still getting here stupid early to avoid Ana?” He says and you just give him a guilty puppy look “Y/N! You're going to make yourself ill if you don’t get enough sleep. Come on, you can’t hide from her down here forever.”

“No you’re right, I can’t. Alan is forcing me to attend the run through rehearsal today so I’ve got no choice but to suffer her murderous stare all day.”

“Yeah she is good at the bitch face, I’ll give her that.” James laughs.

“Its not funny!” You say, despite laughing yourself “it’s actually quite scary being on the receiving end. I’m worried one day she’ll substitute the rubber prop knife for a real one and stab me with it.” 

“Now that would be good publicity…” 

“James!!” You laugh as you go to playfully push him. He grabs both your arms, pulling you onto his lap and holding you tightly. Your back against his chest as you both laugh. 

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I’d never let her hurt you…” he keeps one arm wrapped  across your stomach as his other hand comes to your face. He turns your head gently so he can look you in the eye. “I’d never let anyone hurt you.”

He dips you to the side slightly to give himself room to lean down and kiss you. When he eventually leans away, he pulls you back up into him and keeps you snuggled against him a little longer. 

“What are you thinking?” You break the comfortable silence after a few minutes. 

“Just wishing I could take you on a proper date. Go outside of this basement.”

“Oh, is my basement not good enough for you eh?” You joke as you remove yourself from his arms and get up. He catches your hand and spins you back so you're now facing him, pulling you back down so your straddling his lap. 

“I’m fed up of hiding. I want to show you off to the world.” 

“Thats a scary thought” you admit, draping your arms around his shoulders and hiding your face in the crook of his neck. 

“Is it?” He asks and you just nod “talk to me” 

“It’s just, you have so many fans. What if they don't like me? What if they think I’m not good enough for you, or pretty enough or-”

“Hey” he says, stopping you mid spiral as he gently puts his hands on the sides of your face and moves you so he can see your eyes “Stop that okay! Look at me.” He lifts your head slightly higher making you make eye contact with him. “I don't care what anyone else thinks or says, it doesn’t matter. You are more than enough. You are perfect.”

You give him a small, teary eyed smile before kissing him again. He pulls you in deeper, one hand on your back and the other on the back of your head, his fingers entangled in your hair…

— — — — 

The morning went by far too fast and now it was time to head to rehearsal. James tried to persuade you to go walking in there hand in hand with him, but you made him go ahead alone. As much as you would have loved to see the smug look wiped off Anastasia’s face, you couldn’t risk Alan turning around and threatening to remove you from the team again. 

You got to rehearsal about five minutes after James, and to your relief you found Vera was already there. You took a seat next to her and she eyed you suspiciously. 

“What?” You laughed awkwardly.

“Have you been to a new hair stylist? Maybe a certain hunky scottsman..?” She looks up at your hair which you instantly start smoothing down. 

“Is it that obvious?” Trying to sneakily comb your hair down with your fingers as you glance around the room. Thankfully no one was watching. 

“No, if I didn’t know any better I’d have thought you were just a bit windswept. Blame the weather dear.” She winks and turns her attention to her notebook. You glance over at James and catch him watching you. He playfully copies you, running his hand through his own hair and you raise an eyebrow at him, shaking your head with a smirk. 

“Here comes trouble” Vera’s voice pulls you away an directs your attention to the door. 

When Anastasia enters the room the atmosphere changes. Everyone seems more on edge when she’s around and she knows it. And you can tell she loves it, having that kind of power over people. Alan of course is the first to rush to her side, making sure she’s okay with everything. Her eyes trace the room as he talks, glancing at every single face until she lands on yours. Immediately she turns and walks over to James, draping her arms over his shoulders and pretending to be a part of the conversation he was already having with another cast member. He turns his face ever so slightly to look in your direction but is pulled straight back by Ana who fake laughs in his face at something he said. 

Its like watching a car crash happen in slow motion. You want to look away, but you just can’t help but watch. 

— — — — 

The first act of the rehearsal went well and annoyingly Alan was right. Watching did really help you understand what you needed to change so that some of the props would work better. You wouldn’t admit that to his face though. 

Thankfully once they started acting Ana seemed to completely forget you were in the room. Up until the end of the final scene of the act, when she made eye contact with you right before leaning in to kiss James’ character. Even after the director had called the end of the scene, she gripped onto James and you could tell he was trying to pull away. She laughed it off after, claiming she just ‘really got into the scene’ but you both knew why she really did it. You deserve an Oscar for how well you hid the disgust from your face and managed to fake laugh along with everyone else. 

During the break you headed into the kitchen to make a coffee. A moment later the door swung open and James poked his head in and checked his surroundings before coming inside and sneakily locking the door. He came up behind you, pressing himself into your back as his arms snaked around your waist. 

“You survived the first act” he jokes and you laugh “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine are you?! I thought she was going to suck your face clean off at the end there.” 

“Ugh don't put that image in my head.” He pretends to gag and you both laugh. You turn your self around in his arms so you're now leaning against the kitchen counter and facing him. “The only person I want to suck my face off is you.” 

“Ew, James!” You say a bit too loud and he gently puts a finger to your mouth, shushing you but laughing too. “You're gross” 

“Yeah, but you love me” he winks, moving his finger so he can instead press his lips to yours. 

The sound of someone walking past the door pulls you both back to reality and he pulls away slightly but brings his hands down to lean on the counter behind you, boxing you in. 

“Come to mine tonight?” He asks “If I can’t take you out on a proper date, then let me cook dinner for you at my place instead.” 

“Are you sure? What if someone sees?”

“They won’t, no one knows where I live.”

“But what about-” you start, but he cuts you off. Reaching behind you for a biscuit which he places in your mouth, making you laugh.

“Shut up and trust me.” he smiles playfully, taking another biscuit for himself before turning and unlocking the door. “I’ll text you my address. See you later beautiful.” 

He blows you a kiss and leaves before you have a chance to say anything else. Vera enters just after, immediately bursting out laughing when she sees you still with a biscuit hanging out your mouth. 

“You alright there love?” She asks as you remove the biscuit and place it on the counter next to your cup of coffee.

“Yeah yeah, I’m fine. Better than fine…” you say, feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach. “I’ve got a date.” 

taglist: @halfofwhatisayismeaningless @internetgremlin-reads @blahblahblah0987654321 @mcavoy-girl @username21mk @hehehehecigcigcigcig 

[pinkpareidolia]

furthermore;

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i'm not good at introductions so here we go...

my name is gabby

my pronouns are she/her

i have an obsession with older men (it's a problem)

i love writing but i stay lacking in the motivation department

i made a playlist for this blog just because I was bored

also I have a couple other blogs you can look at if you want,

@ozzysbloodbat

@dollsplat

@rottingspunk

@onegoodmourning

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about the writing...

i most likely won't write smut

i write for...

nothing against it i just suck at writing it

sebastian stan + bucky barnes, steve kemp

tom hiddleston

richard madden

aaron taylor johnson

james mcavoy + charles xavier

alexander skarsgård

chris evans + steve rogers, andy barber

cillian murphy

christian bale

[seal-writes-stuff]

Deep Down

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: swearing, mental health struggles, heavy suicidal ideation, one NSFW mention

Summary: How deep do you need to sink before you can push yourself back up?

A/N: Hello friends. I’ve recently rewatched “Filth” and I intend to make it everyone’s problem. The bolded part is a prompt taken from here, feel free to request anything on the list! Anyway, hope you enjoy.

Days blur together. One after another, over and over again.

Bruce isn’t sure which one is it today and he doesn’t care either. After the night, he’s had to drag himself through this hellish loop anyway, taking it one hour at a time. Forcing himself to eat. Forcing himself to shower. Forcing himself to go to work, trying his best to ignore the pitying looks of his former colleagues. Most of all, forcing himself to shut out all of his thoughts and go numb. Even a moment of reflection is too much.

Weekends are the worst. Bruce still remembers what he used to do before the night, but none of this seems appealing now, so he just watches TV or sleeps it off. Sometimes both.

Pathetic.

Bruce doesn’t notice it right away, but you always seem to be around lately. Did he give you the spare key? Probably – hell if he knows. What he does know is that he lied to you a lot so you wouldn’t get in the way of his promotion. Wouldn’t stop from achieving… What exactly?

Was it worth it? Why did he even do it?

Just couldn’t help himself, probably.

Doesn’t matter. What matters, though, is that then the night happened and you just kind of stuck around ever since. Cooking him dinner. Cleaning up the place. Talking to him; Bruce is pretty sure he gives you some short answers every time, but their contents don’t make a difference. They seem to satisfy you. That’s all that matters.

Sometimes, when he’s half asleep, Bruce can feel you caressing his head – gently, almost lovingly. Bruce knows his hair is dirty half of the time and you probably pity him too, but he can’t find it in himself to pull away. Maybe that’s the only version of heaven he’s getting. He still doesn’t feel like he deserves that.

Right now, in this very moment, however, things feel different. He’s more aware. His old senses are back and Bruce doesn’t like it. He finds himself on a couch in his own apartment; TV illuminates the room slightly. Bruce rises up on his elbows and sees you in an armchair nearby. Noticing it, you snap out of your thoughts and look at him.

“Hey, Robbo,” you shoot him a sweet smile. As if everything is alright, as if he’s not a complete fucking mess. “What’s up?”

He nods vaguely, settling back on the couch. What is there to say? Still, you keep going.

“How’s your face?”

This brings out some absolutely awful memories; Bruce immediately pushes them aside. He touches his nose and suddenly realizes that it doesn’t hurt anymore.

What does his face look like, though? Does it look like anything?

“Still on my head,” he rasps out. You chuckle.

“That’s nice to hear.”

Silence falls again. One that probably feels comfortable to you but is agonizing for him. A realization that you’ve seen him like this all this time, that you’re seeing him like this now weights heavy on Bruce. He decides to put an end to this, one way or another.

“Why are you here? Don’t you have your own place or something?”

“I like yours.”

Fucking hell. You don’t seem too fazed, and that frustrates Bruce even more.

“Can’t get enough of all the filth?” he gestures around the room, looking away from you.

“I don’t care. Just wanted to see you.”

Bruce hums, hoping it would pass as some kind of answer. Same difference, he thinks. Probably not something you’d want to hear though. You’re still here and that’s a problem; he needs to be harsher. Bruce hates to hurt you like that, but it needs to be done.

For your own good.

“I was thinking about killing myself lately,” he starts in a flat tone, like he’s talking about the weather. “You’ve got any good options in mind? I do.”

“Robbo-”

“They don’t trust me with a gun now, but hey. I can still jump off a bridge, eh? Oh-or I could slit my wrists. Dougie did.”

“Bruce-”

“Or hang myself, I’ve even got-”

“Bruce, stop!” your voice cracks, and Bruce feels a rush of guilt mixed with satisfaction. Finally, he’s doing something right. “I don’t wanna- Do you mean it? Do you mean all of that?”

“Would it fucking matter if I did?”

“Yes. Yes it would.”

He huffs, sitting up straight. Why won’t you listen? Why won’t you go away? Bruce used to be able to force or manipulate anyone into doing whatever he wants. Why doesn’t it work on you? Is he that much of a fucking failure now?

“Why, cause you like feeling like a savior?”

“Wh- No, cause I care about you! I-”

“Just shut up!” he spits. “I’m not as good as you say I am! You have it in your fucking head that I’ve got something deep down. Well, guess what? There’s no deep down. This is me!”

He picks up an empty beer can before flinging it across the room.

“This is me!”

He gestures at his face, still covered in half-healed cuts and bruises.

“That’s it! There’s nothing there! Fuck the deep down. So you can stop digging and save us both some fucking time.”

That’s it. Bruce takes a deep breath, exhausted. He looks at you, trying to put every last bit of disdain he has in that look. He knows you’re trying to help; you’re not the first, but he still hopes that you’ll be the last. It’s not your fault, of course, but you must leave. He’s beyond saving and he knows it. It’s about time you realize it as well.

You open your mouth, then close it again. You don’t seem like you’re pitying him, but you don’t seem angry either. You just seem…

Sad?

“I’m okay with that.”

He blinks, confused.

“What?”

“You’re right. Fuck the deep down. I’m here cause I like you as you are. If…” you look at the floor, as if you’re gathering the courage to keep speaking. “If you think I’m playing a game, whatever. I’m okay with that too.”

You are not leaving. You are still not leaving. Why the fuck are you not leaving, what is he doing wrong, what-

Bruce tries to reply, but all that comes out is a strangled sob.

That's the final straw: Bruce finally breaks. He cries and cries, covering his face to hide from you, even though he knows it's useless. Every feeling, every negative thought he's suppressed surfaces all at once. Bruce feels like he's drowning.

All of a sudden, he realizes he truly wishes he was dead. At least death is finite. Humiliation seems never-ending.

Bruce doesn’t look up, but he hears how you stand up from the armchair with a barely concealed sad sigh. At least you’re done with him. That makes him cry even harder and he doesn’t know why.

Isn’t that what he wanted? Didn’t he finally do something right?

Before his thoughts can spiral any further, Bruce feels you pulling him into a hug. You don’t say anything. He’s grateful for that.

“I'm sorry,” Bruce clutches your shirt like his life depends on it. “I’m fucking- Please don’t leave. Please.”

“Don’t plan on that.”

Time goes by. Bruce doesn’t know if it’s been three minutes or three hours. He knows you’re here and somehow, that’s enough.

As his composure comes back, so does the shame.

“Do you… Wanna watch TV?” he asks awkwardly, not pulling away from your grasp. He hopes, prays even that you don’t mention any of... This.

You don’t.

“Sure. Let’s do it.”

You settle on the couch comfortably, his back against your chest. No kissing, no fucking, just together. Bruce can’t remember the last time he’s been with someone like this, but your body is warm and your touch is inviting, so he just accepts it.

“You know, Robbo, it’d be nice if you washed your hair sometimes,” your nails scratch his scalp gently. “I love you, but you stink.”

“Nobody complained before.”

“Well, did you ask them, or-”

“You know what, go fuck yourself,” Bruce laughs.

“Go fuck me yourself, you pussy.”

“I thought I was gross, no?” his eyes dart away before he finally gathers enough courage to say what he needs to say. “Uh, by the way, thanks. For everything.”

“Ah, it’s alright,” you plant a kiss on top of his head. Bruce closes his eyes and sighs. “Glad to help. Speaking of gross, I took out four bags of trash out of your fridge the other day. Four full bags, man!”

“Yeah, this place can use, um… Some cleaning up.”

“Some? Drug dens are cleaner than this.”

“And you’ve seen a lot of drug dens.”

“Nah, that’s your thing.”

“Right. They all know me by name there. Personal discounts, all that.”

You giggle, cuddling up closer to him, and Bruce feels content. Frank Sidebottom’s show is playing. For the first time in a long while it doesn’t even make Bruce want to smash his head against the floor.

Maybe same rules don’t always apply after all.