#james mcavoy imagine

[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.

[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.

[chiptaylorsfirst]

Practice Makes Perfect

Word Count: 2,005

Pairing: James McAvoy x fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.” 

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[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.

[mostlymarvelgirl]

MAIN MASTERLIST

X-Men:-

● Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)

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

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

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

~ I Wish I Were Heather Charles

~ I'm In Sweetheart, Always Am

~ Erik Coming Out To You As Bisexual

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

~ Forever & Infinity

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

● Charles Xavier (Professor X)

~ Imagine Erik Finding Out That You Are Pregnant

~ Imagine Charles Planning A Surprise For You

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

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

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

~ Professor Kink (Text)

● OTHER CHERIK STUFF IG?

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

[bellarkeselection]

Ok so this is my first ever request I just loved your recent Charles Xavier fic !! So obvs Charles x reader

Charles is thrown from his wheelchair during a mission and breaks his arm. The reader has to learn how to take care of him. Charles breaks down while reader is helping him use the bathroom. After she helps him undress and get ready for bed. Once they are settled in Charles reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a ring and proposes.

(sorry if it's too specific? Not sure if I did this right 😅)

My Caretaker Ring

Charles was used to asking me for help with his wheelchair. I had met him during the lecture he gave before the event of Cuba and since we were both telepathic we could agree easily. Rolling him into the bathroom of his room he sighed sending me a look. "I am truly sorry I ask for your assistance with this dear. Unfortunately Hank is busy in the lab." Running my fingers through his hair I smiled wrapping my arms around his waist lifting him up the best I could sitting him down on the toilet. He did his business while I waited outside the door until he was finished and needed my help back into the wheelchair. "Don't worry, Charles. I don't mind this one bit. And do you know why because I care about you no matter what I have to help you with." He wrapped his arms around my shoulders grunting where we stumbled over to the wheelchair and he dropped down onto it. He sucked in a sharp breath meeting my gaze. His soft blues were tired from what I could tell.

“Alright let’s get you ready for bed. It’s been a long day for both of us.” I responded knowing that the younger students had been a mess of problems today. Charles had this sense of believing that everyone could learn to control their abilities if they tried hard enough. He raised his arms removing his shirt and changing into one of his night shirts just fine. Bending down on my knees he helped me push his pants down where I slipped his shorts up until he held himself up by the handles so he could get them up over his waist. “Thank you, my dear. I don’t know what I would do without you.” Moving behind his wheelchair I pushed him into the bedroom and up to the side of the bed where he would always insisted that he could get onto the bed on his own.

Climbing onto my side of the bed I had started sleeping in the same room as him in case he needed help in the middle of the night. Shutting my eyes I was about asleep until I felt him shifting on his side of the bed where I rolled over onto my side meeting his gaze. "Charles, are you alright - why do you have a ring?" I gasped seeing that he was holding a silver ring in his hands staring deeply at me. He shifted closer to me clearing his throat where I could see he was nervous because his face turned a light red. "Y/n, I have been waiting to find the right words before I made the move to propose but there are too many words to describe how I love you. You have been with me through everything and never once made me feel like less. You give me inspiration and love to get through anything so will you marry me?" Flinging my arms around his neck I kissed him deeply where he smiled when I broke the kiss letting him slide the ring on. "You could have asked me the night we met and I would have said yes so sooner." He kissed me slowly before we laid in the bed grinning.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

@makeshift-prime @rosie-posie08 @groovy-lady

[tragicotps]

Ruth Wilson + Her language skills 🤪

[martianbugsbunny]

The fun thing is we probably don't need to worry about the MCU bringing in and ruining the Fassavoy version of Cherik solely bc the MCU sees James McAvoy in their nightmares

[xaviersgiftedyoungster99]

Hey guys first time posting something like this so let me know what you think!!

Summary: Charles Xavier x Reader, angst, fluff, doctors appointments and romantic surprises 😙

It had been about six months since your boyfriend, Charles Xavier, caught a bullet to his back that would paralyse him from the waist down, confining him to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. To say it's been an adjustment for the both of you, would be the understatement of the century. Of course in the beginning Charles tried everything he could, outside of using his power on you, to convince you that you should leave him. The incident in Cuba had broken him both mentally, and physically. He didn't want you to stay out of pity for him, or because you felt obligated to take care of him. It's taken many months, but things were finally beginning to look up. Charles had been home from rehab for a couple of months now, and things were slowly getting back to their normal routine.

"Charles, sweetheart, it's time to get ready to go to your appointment" you said sweetly, as you walked into the bedroom the two of you now shared. Truth be told you had started sleeping in here while Charles was still in rehab, simply because you missed him and it made you feel closer to him. Once Charles was released however, he required a lot of assistance, so it was just easier if you two slept in the same room, that way you could help him if he needed something in the middle of the night.

"Alright darling, just one moment, and I'll be ready to go" Charles spoke to you in a strained voice. Growing concerned you rushed over to him, to find his legs locked in spasms, knocked off the footplates of his wheelchair, and a pair of neatly folded socks sitting on his lap. You immediately hurried over to the nightstand to retrieve Charles medication, to try and stop the spasms. "Thank you, my love," Charles panted through a pained expression, "I don't know what I'd do without you". You handed him a glass of water with a loving look, and he took his pills. "You don't ever have to worry about that Charles, because I'll always love you, no matter what. Now, let's get those socks on, and get moving, mister! We don't want to be late for your appointment, or your doctor will be lecturing the both of us." You lifted Charles feet, one at a time, putting on his socks and a pair of dress shoes, before gently lifting and placing them on the footplates. With that, the two of you shared a quick kiss, and headed to the car.

Once you arrived at the hospital, you jumped out of the car to retrieve Charles chair. Once assembled you brought it over to the passenger side, where Charles transferred into it with a practiced ease. You tried not to stare, but a lump still caught in your throat every time Charles transferred himself back into the wheelchair. Charles had always had so much energy and enthusiasm for life, always the first to jump out of the car, and now the last. When you sat on the couch together, or in the car, the wheelchair tucked out of sight, it was easy to imagine life was still just the same. It didn't bother you that Charles could no longer walk, you loved him just the same as you ever had, but it was in these moments that you could see the sadness behind his deep blue eyes, as he is reminded again of his new limitations. Charles sighed "Alright, let's go get this over with, shall we?"

The first thing the doctors have Charles do at each session is stretches, and for a while now you have been involved in this part of his therapy. Before Charles came home after the accident, you had to learn how to lift him into and out of his wheelchair from the floor, in case he ever had a fall. Charles is a complete paraplegic, meaning he has absolutely no sensation or movement below his waist. After you get Charles out of his chair and onto the mats, you begin working on some stretches, where you lift and manipulate his legs for him. This helps keep what little muscle tone Charles still has in his legs from atrophying completely, and is also good for his circulation.

You're very happy that Charles trusts you enough to let you be so involved in this part of his life. You can still see a tinge of embarrassment masking his features each time he has to change into his workout clothes, his thin legs on full display for you to see, but you've assured him it doesn't bother you. Charles is still just as sexy to you as he ever was, and if you're being honest sometimes you think even more so. Having to use his arms for everything has done wonders for his upper body strength after all.

Once you've finished administrating his stretches, it's time for Charles to lift some weights. You sit to the side and watch with admiration, as your boyfriend does his workout. You consider yourself incredibly lucky to be with Charles, both because of his kind nature and determination, and his devilishly handsome good looks. While you're lost in your thoughts, Charles doctor comes in, taking a seat next you. "Hello, y/n, may I have a talk with you in my office for a moment to review some of Charles progress recently?" You nodded your head yes, and stood up to follow the doctor to his office.

After about 20 minutes you had finished reviewing Charles latest charts, and made all of the next months appointments. With that done, you began the walk back to the physical therapy department. When you arrived outside the door to the workout room Charles was currently using, you heard a strange commotion coming from inside. Was that... Music?

You opened the door to see Charles, back in his normal attire, hair combed and face all clean shaven, and... Standing?! With a loud gasp, you look your boyfriend up and down assessing what exactly was going on and how! To your amazement Charles was standing, with the use of two crutches, and a pair of very intricate looking leg braces, that appeared to be locking his unfeeling legs in place. He gave you a shy smile.

" I'll admit I'm probably a touch out of practice, but y/n, darling, would you dance with me?" With that you lost all composure, and tears began streaming down your face. It felt like it had been ages since you and Charles had danced together, and being that you both met at a dance while he was studying at Oxford, it had become a regular staple of your early relationship. There was nothing you loved more than when Charles would take you dancing.

"Oh... Darling," Charles sighed as he struggled over to you "please don't cry, I didn't mean..."

" There is nothing I'd like more in this entire world than to dance with you, Charles Xavier. It's just that I never thought.. I.. you... I never thought I'd get that opportunity again, and to see you, not in your wheelchair.." you trailed off as you began to choke up again. " You didn't have to go to all this trouble you know. I know our life has been a lot different lately, but Charles, I wouldn't trade it for anything. I'm just so happy to have you here with me."

" I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to. You are the single most important person in the world to me y/n, without you I don't know how I would have gotten through these past six months. You have never once looked at me differently because of my legs. You're the only person who looks at me and still sees Charles Xavier, and not some poor young fellow in a wheelchair. I know it doesn't matter to you, and I adore you for that, but I want to give you this, please."

You reach out to take Charles hand, "you'll have to go slow for me.." Charles says with a slight sadness to his voice "don't worry Charles, I've got you, now and forever" and with that the two of you sway slowly to the music, enjoying the feeling of being in each other's arms, each lost in the others eyes.

"Thank you, Charles" and before you could say anything else he pulled you in for a passionate kiss, nearly losing his balance and knocking you both over in the process, but neither of you cared. All that mattered was the two of you and this moment.

[super-duper-mart]

need more james mcavoy x reader smut fics👊🏻😔

[shawty-writes-a-little]

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.

—

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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[lokisivy]

Charles Xavier X Fem!Mutant!Reader

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

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

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

your pov

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What the fuck Charles!" i yelled at him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You mean the world to me darling."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I cant do this." charles said

"No you can just try." logan said

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

"Can I?" he looked at me

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

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

"Yes.."

"What are you hiding Y/N?"

he hold your head trying to look past your memories

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

he got closer to the memory you wanted to avoid

he saw it all

you laying on a bed getting a the abortion

the pregnancy results

you talking to hank about it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please tell me what you feel."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is all my fault you kept saying to yourself

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I can't- I-"

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

your breath slowed down. you stopped crying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you more." he kissed back.

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

[alexiavettel]

✧ hello, welcome to my blog!! ✧

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

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⇝ everything that happens in my texts is purely fictional

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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

[madsnic1119]

Charles Xavier x reader headcanon

Idk how this will go but here’s my version of headcanons from my previous post. Also I’m writing in mobile. I also don’t know how to put read more. And I think I might write more so I’ll need someone to help beta read them😅

Summary: GN! Reader is in love with Charles but they can’t/don’t speak but Charles is in love with reader as well so he tries talking to them through their minds. Everyone can see them falling in love even more than they already were.

Note: in writing on mobile and I put gn reader so if I note to something that isn’t gn please let me know and I’ll fix it. This is my first ever thing I’ve done so pls be nice😅

-Reader couldn’t speak from losing their voice. Idk how but make that up on your own lmao

-Charles would see how much the reader struggles to communicate, either by sign language or just writing

-Readers mutation is telekinesis so they would move things around when bored since they can’t speak

-One day Charles goes up to the reader and asks “Can I enter your mind? To speak only I’m not going to look through anything, not unless you want me to of course! But I just thought I’d be easier to speak that wa-“

-Reader just nods enthusiastically cutting Charles off

-‘hello y/n’ ‘hello Charles’

-they continue to speak to each other about how their days have gone and how they’re doing

-Logan, Scott, Jean, and Storm all sit on the couch watching the two just stare at eachother while chuckling every once in awhile

-“They couldn’t be any more obvious could they?” Scott’s the first to speak in the 10 minutes they’ve been doing this

-Charles face goes serious after hearing what Scott says while reader just looks confused about what Scott meant(maybe also being a bit nervous if Charles finding theyre in love with him)

-‘Y/n I didn’t think I’d tell you this anytime soon but ever since you got here over a year ago I’ve been fascinated with you and I have fallen in love with you’

- reader just looks surprised while also feeling their face get warm.

-‘I-I love you as well charles. I’ve been in love for quite awhile. I was just to scared to to tell you because I thought you didn’t love me back’

-Charles just leans in and kisses the reader. The kiss didn’t last long but the reader was happy

- everyone on the couch just starts cheering and saying “FINALLY”

-Logan hands Scott 10 bucks

-they had a bet for how long it would take for them to admit how they feel

-everyone clears out of the room so Charles and y/n can be alone

-Charles asks reader out loud “wild like for me to help you find an easier way to communicate with people?”

-reader nods ‘I would love that but for now let it just be us’

-Charles and reader spend the evening speaking through their minds. Eventually going up to Charles’ room and talking all night

Idk how to end this so if you would like to se Elmore let me know. I know that more of needed as a slight fix or Drabble but in headcanon form but idk how to do any of this😂