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chiptaylorsfirst · 2 years

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What He's Thinking About

Word Count: 2,905

Pairing: soft!dom!Charles Xavier x mutant!fem!sub!Reader

Warning: Slight pain kink, fingering, choking, mirror sex, smut, professor kink, pet names, a little hair pulling

Summary: You get a little touchy and flirty during your training with Charles. While he does his best not to show his feelings or emotions, you can't help but to feel the lust growing in him.

A/N: This was meant to be a James McAvoy fic but my fingers just typed the first thing that flew in my mind and I carried on with it. Hope you guys enjoy it. Please send me requests. I'll do James McAvoy, Tom Hiddleston, and Matthew Gray Gubler. This goes for their characters also. Enjoy your day, evening, or night.

You woke up to your alarm clock, already exhausted before the day even truly began. It was 10 o'clock and you had thirty minutes exactly to get ready for training. You all were to work in pairs. Raven worked with Hank, Havok with Angel, Magneto worked with Darwin, and you with Charles. Once you were finally ready, you went outside in the yard as Charles had asked. "Good morning everyone. Today we will be working on your powers along with our usual workout routine. We will work one hour on our powers and another on physical workouts." Everyone understood, already leaving to their partners to practice with. You heard Charles' footsteps behind you and smiled as you were greeted with his pretty blue eyes.

"Which one would you like to do first?" Your eyes lingered on him a little too long and you tried to control your thoughts. You didn't want him to know about how much you you were obsessed with him. "Physical stuff." You lifted weights for a while then let Charles do it as well. You and Charles jogged some miles and then you fought. Charles was just as good as you since he started training more for it. His stamina had increased some and he was stronger. You blocked his attacks well and delivered a few hits in the process. He caught one of your fists and flipped you on the ground. He then pinned you down by your wrists. You became aroused and you felt that his emotions were the same. You reversed your place, now flipping him onto the ground. You slightly straddled him and smirked.

"You lose, Xavier." He chuckled underneath you. "I let you win. Your skills are pretty impressive though." You placed a kiss on his neck. "A token of gratitude from me to you," you said playfully. You saw his blue eyes darken for a split second but instantly turn back to their original color. You both did the training for your powers next but it had been kind of awkward from your last encounter. It was fresh in both of your minds but neither one of you would mention it to the other. You all went to your quarters after the two hours of training was completed. You showered and threw on your robe afterwards. You jumped into your bed, relaxing almost immediately.

You felt a strong sensation of lust and arousal. You tried to fight it off but you couldn't. You realized it wasn't coming from you and immediately knew that it was from Charles. You decided not to try and locate him but to talk to him through his mind. I can feel your attraction, Charles. What are you thinking about? Having sex with you. You felt your blood rush straight down and your cunt was instantly wet. Have I made you uncomfortable? His voice sounded worried and was filled with concern. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel uncomfortable or be upset with him for telling the truth. No, you just made me very turned on and happy that I'm not wearing underwear. His voice chuckled in your mind and you no longer heard his voice speak in your head. You heard a knock on your door.

"Y/N," he called out. You quickly opened the door and made sure it was locked as soon as he came in. He pinned you against the door and kissed you. The kiss was passionate, lust filled, and full of teeth and tongue. You bit his bottom lip and he moaned in return. He pulled on your hair and your fingers tangled through his as you let him dominate the kiss. He pulled back from you, a smile on his face. "I've wanted to do that for so long." You toyed with his shirt. "How long exactly?" He looked into space, putting thought into the question. "About five months now. I wanted to tell you but we were so busy with missions , saving the world, and finding mutants that I couldn't find the right time to." You kissed his cheek. "Well this certainly is a good time." You grabbed his hand and led him to your bed. You sat down, waiting to see what he would do.

He stripped himself of his clothing, creating a neat pile on the floor. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. His body was beautiful. His abs, muscles, and torso were all lean. His cock was long with just the right girth. It was neatly trimmed and the tip was pink. "So that's what you've been hiding under all of those layers of clothing," you said aloud. "Mhm, you like what you see?" You got off of the bed and walked towards him. "Like would be a large understatement." He touched the cloth of your robe and tugged at it gently. "May I?" "You may." He undid the tie of your robe and took it off of your body. Your robe dropped to the ground and you were fully naked in front of him. His eyes scanned your body for a little while and he licked his suddenly dry lips. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." He picked you up and placed you on the bed.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Once I get started, I don't know if I can stop." "I'm very sure," you responded confidently. You were never more sure of anything in your life. He placed kisses on your neck and your collarbone, nibbling it also. You let out a soft moan. He read your mind to find your sweet spot and placed a hickey there. "Cheater," you breathed out quietly. Charles chuckled against your skin. "There are no rules to this. I am allowed to do what I please with you, aren't I?" He was taunting you. He knew he could have read your mind but he decided against it. He wanted you to say it. "Yes." He slid one of his fingers in your core. "Yes what?" "Yes, professor," you said breathily. He placed another finger in and curled them. "You're so wet. Tell me, did I do this to you?" "Yes." His fingers started to move in you. You moaned softly at the feeling of it.

His eyes were darker, just as they had been when you pinned him. He studied your reactions, a smirk on his face. "I need you to look at me." You did as he asked, a moan slipping past your lips as soon as you did it. The sight was so erotic and explicit. This beautiful man was moving his fingers in and out of you and looking into your eyes as he did it. "Professor," you moaned out. "I love those noises you make. It drives me insane." His fingers went deeper, touching that spot no one could ever reach inside you. "Charles, mm, fuck." His fingers went faster. "Yes, sweetheart?" A string of moans came out of your mouth as you felt that knot in your stomach. "I'm cl-close." "Let it go then. Cum for me." A large moan tore from your lungs and your essence gushed out. He took his fingers from you and licked them clean.

"You probably just alerted half of the team," he whispered. "Your fault you're so good." He giggled at that. "Honestly, you'd be surprised at how much that turned me on." He took your hand in his and let you touch his hard cock. You could feel the veins and you collected the pre cum from the tip. You sucked it off your fingers and looked up at him. "Mm, professor you taste so good." He lightly choked you then nibbled your earlobe. He lifted you up and carried you. He grabbed the key to your room before closing your door. "Charles, where are we going?" "Somewhere with more space." He continued walking throughout different halls. "What if someone sees us?" "They can't. I'm controlling it." Your legs were wrapped tightly on his waist and your arms were around his neck. "Why do we need more space?" "You'll see." By the smirk that was on his face, you knew it would be something fun and exciting but you didn't know what.

You could feel that his emotions were alike to yours, arousal and excitement. He walked into his library and you looked at him confused. He read your mind. Not in the library, no. That's for another day. You looked at him surprised, now wondering what day it was for. "You mean this isn't a one time thing?" He frowned at your question. "Of course not. I love you and I want a relationship with you forever. I don't plan on just fucking you then leaving." You looked into his eyes. "I love you too, Charles. I mean, I really do. But, when are we going to you know in the library." He chuckled at you then kissed you. The kiss was tender and loving. His tongue slipped in your mouth and it wasn't a fight for control, just a loving expression. "Mm, it's a surprise." He continued carrying you. You both were at the back of the library when he unlocked a door. He closed it behind him and smiled. "This is the room," he stated.

There was a large couch in the room as well as a carpeted floor. It was a mirror room but not like at carnivals. It only consisted of five mirrors. There was a mirror for each side of the couch. One in the front, one in the back, one on the left, and one on the right. The other mirror was on the ceiling above the couch and it was the same size of it. "How many people have you brought here, Charles?" "Only you." He placed your body on the couch and smiled. He went to a drawer that was also in the room and pulled out two condoms. He walked over to you and placed one on the side of the couch. "Are you ready?" "Yes." He slipped the condom on his length and got on top of you. He slipped inside of you and the both of you moaned at the feeling. "I want you either looking at me or into a mirror." You did as he asked and looked into the ceiling mirror. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

He started at a medium pace, making sure his thrusts were sharp and deep. He placed a few hickies on your neck, making you moan a bit louder. You scratched his back and groans spilled from his mouth. "Fuck, Y/N." His eyes were on your face. You liked that you could see his back muscles in the ceiling mirror and it kind of turned you on. He hit your g spot repeatedly and your back arched from the couch. Scratch marks were developing on his back as he continued fucking into you. Your toes curled as he went faster. "Mm, professor, yes." He let out more moans, grunts, and groans at the sound of your voice. He placed your legs on his shoulders and went at a faster pace. You could feel him in your stomach and you loved the angle. You saw stars and your eyes were starting to tear from the pleasure. "You look so beautiful like this, taking my cock so well." "Mm, Charles. I'm," you started. He went impossibly faster. "I know, sweetheart. Go ahead and let go for me. Just let go." He punctuated his thrusts for his last sentence and he covered your mouth.

Your muffled moans were music to his ears and you felt his cock twitch. His voice let out guttural moans and it was now rugged. His cum shot out from his cock and he removed the condom. He grabbed the other one and slipped it on himself once again then turned to you. He looked into the mirror at his back and sighed. "Damn, you really enjoyed it." Your face was flushed as you nodded your head. "Couldn't help myself." He walked over to you again but didn't get on top of you. "I want you to ride me, okay?" You got up and let him lay on the couch. He looked so gorgeous. His hair was messy and slightly damp from sweat. His face was red and flushed almost like yours. His eyes were still that darker blue. You lowered onto him and let out moans at the feeling of his cock. You started a slow pace and he followed the rhythm that you set. You opted to look at him instead of the mirror. You were met with his blue eyes looking at you. You placed hickies on his neck, enjoying his moans that he let out. He made it obvious that he was still in charge although he was underneath you.

His nails dug into your hips as you bounced on him at a faster pace. He removed his hands from you and started to twirl your nipples. More moans spilled from your mouth. Your nails raked along his chest and he let out a long moan. "Mm, Charles, mmm." His hands were back on your hips, keeping you from losing your balance. You were slowly approaching your high and you decided to lose yourself all the way. You went as fast as you could and you felt Charles rutting into you. "Fuck, you're so good," he breathed out. His hand wrapped around your neck and he applied a little bit of pressure. You continued and your body jolted. "Who do you belong to?" You moaned out. "You, professor, mm." He hugged your body and pulled you closer to him. "You belong to who?" He bucked into you faster and you bit his shoulder. "Charles Xavier, mmm ugh." Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and he sat up. "Cum with me, sweetheart." You bit into his shoulder as you came and he followed suit. You crawled off of him, whimpering at the loss of contact.

He got off of the couch and threw away the used condoms. He then sighed as he saw your tired body and the mess you made on the couch. He lifted you up and your legs wrapped around him. "Was that fun for you?" "Mhm," you responded. "I think you like pain, Charles." He walked out of the room and into the library, already creating his illusion. "I do but only when it's from you." He walked into the hallway. "So I'm your special girl?" "Most definitely, and no one else." You smiled to yourself at the statement. "What will we tell the others?" "I guess that we are now dating and in a relationship. It really isn't that complicated," he responded. "Where do you want to go." You thought for a second. "Can we go to the beach or something?" "I have just the spot in mind." He carried you through the halls until he met your door. He unlocked it then opened it.

He placed your body on your bed and came back with a wet cloth to clean you. He then cleaned himself and smiled as he looked at you. He placed the key to the mirror room on your dresser. "This is the key to the mirror room for whenever you want to go there again and I will give it to you as soon as I clean the couch." He placed a kiss on your forehead and collected his clothes from your bedroom floor. "Okay, but please come back after you're done. You are my boyfriend now, remember?" "Yes, and I'm never forgetting. I'll be back. I promise." After a few minutes, you were met with a knock on your door again. "Charles, is that you," you responded. You heard a small pause and you concentrated on using your power. Whoever was outside of the door felt surprised and confused. "No, I'm just here to tell you that dinner's ready," Raven said. "Not to intrude, but do you and Charles have something going on?" You sighed at the question.

You walked to the door and cracked it open just so she could see your face. "I'm not supposed to tell you this until tomorrow but me and him are dating now." She quietly giggled. "So you two are a thing?" You rolled your eyes at the statement. "Gosh, we sound like middle schoolers. Yes, we're together and please don't tell anyone. I don't want him upset." She smiled at you. "I won't. See you at dinner." "You too." You shut the door and went through your drawers for clothing. You heard a knock on your door and sighed. "Yes?" "Can I come in?" You heard Charles' voice and you opened the door for him. "What happened?"

This time he had clothes on and he closed the door behind him. He placed the key to the mirror room on your dresser and sat on the bed. "Raven came to tell me that dinner's ready and she wants us to go." He sighed at your statement. "Okay, dinner then we go to the special place I wanted to show you." You kissed him briefly and smiled. "Sounds like a deal." The plan followed out smoothly and once your relationship was announced, everyone was supportive and congratulated you. You were happy to have Charles and he was happy to have you.

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mysterious-ocarina · 2 years

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My Darling (NSFW)

Sub!Charles Xavier x female!reader

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A/N this doesn’t necessarily take place in the canon timeline, somewhere near First Class is what I was imagining. I got inspiration for your mutation from poison ivy from dc comics

“It’s a very groovy muta…”

You couldn’t bring yourself to listen anymore, turning back around to face Raven with a sigh.

“I don’t need to be a mind reader to know what you’re thinking about,” Raven nudged you. You grew up with the two mutants, arriving a few years after Raven. Being the only other female, you became very close, pretty much like sisters.

“Well, what should I be thinking?” you asked with a sad look on your face.

“That we both know, you’re the only girl that Charles has had his eyes on,” Raven replied. She was under the delusion that Charles reciprocated your feelings.

“Tell that to the girl that he is literally staring at. He even used that stupid mutation line on her,” you sighed, pointing at the two of them, the girl laughing at something Charles said.

“Yeah, but he uses that line on all the girls. It’s not anything special and neither is she,” she reassured you. Before you could say anything back you watched as the girl flirtatiously walked away from Charles, offering him a small wave.

You summoned a vine, putting it in front of the woman’s heels. Both you and Raven giggled as she tripped and walked off embarrassed. Hearing your giggles, Charles looked at you, briefly hearing your thoughts.

Walking over to you guys, he admonished, “Why would you do that?”

“Do what?” you replied innocently before pettily turning your back to him, fire red hair flipping behind you. “I think I’m going to head back to the mansion, I’m getting tired.”

You quickly walked off, not waiting for a reply. Back at the mansion, you sluggishly walked past Erik who regarded you with concern. “What’s up with you?”

“A groovy mutation,” you mockingly replied, stopping your footsteps. “Is there something wrong with me? Does he really only see me as another sister?”

Surprised by your outburst, Erik calmly responded, “So, this is about Charles.”

“Of course this is about him. I’m going to grow old and become a crazy cat lady. And the only thing I’ll be known for is being Professor X’s sister. Not, his lover, his girlfriend, his wife, not even some girl he occasionally sleeps with,” you ranted. You tended to be temperamental and dramatic, so your rant wasn’t that off putting for Erik to listen to.

“You know, you could always just tell him how you feel,” Erik offered, making you sigh.

“He can read minds, for Christ's sake. I shouldn’t have to tell him anything,” you finished. You sulked all the way outside to the gardens.

Coming up to your favorite tree, you made a series of soft vines into the shape of a hammock for you to lay on. This was something you commonly did when you needed a break or you needed to calm down.

When Charles and Raven got home to the mansion, Charles went off to find you. He loved spending time with you, especially in the late hours of the night. These were the times you were most comfortable with each other, often involved in deep conversation. It was these late nights that made you fall in love with each other, not that you knew of Charles’ feelings.

Charles, looking out the window, saw you curled up in vines under your tree. Grabbing his softest blankets and a few pillows, he made his way outside to you.

“Are you awake?” Charles whispered.

You groggily turned around, barely replying with a hum, and falling right back asleep.

Charles smiled dreamily at your sleeping form, projecting the image of a calm meadow into your mind. He softly placed one of the pillows under your head then placed the other one next to yours. Crawling into the vined hammock, Charles placed the blankets over the both of you before falling into a dreamless sleep.

When you woke the next morning, you were surprised to find not only soft blankets covering you but also strong arms holding you close to a firm chest. Turning around slowly you found a peaceful Charles still sleeping. You snuggled closer into his chest, not wanting the moment to end.

Charles rustled next to you, “Good morning.”

Wow, his voice is so sexy like this, you thought. “Morning.”

Charles smiled at you, you hoped he didn’t hear your last thought.

“How did you sleep?” he asked you.

“I slept amazing actually. I dreamt of a beautiful forest scene,” you replied, raising your eyebrow at him. He often would give you good dreams, especially if you weren’t sleeping well. You had gotten so used to it, that you could tell the difference between dreams you actually had, and ones that he gave you.

“I found you out here, last night, and I didn’t want you to get cold or anything,” Charles replied bashfully.

“I’m not complaining, am I?” you sassily replied.

Charles simply just brought you closer to his chest. You both laid there for most of the day until Charles was needed by Hank.

As soon as you could, you went to find Raven. She was in the middle of a conversation with Erik when you found her. You grabbed her, urgently telling Erik, “Sorry, it’s very important. I need Raven right now.”

“What the hell?” Raven asked you once you made it to your room. You explained what you woke up to this morning, making her even more giddy than you were.

“This is perfect. He’s definitely into you,” Raven offered excitedly.

“Well what do I do about it?” you asked. You

“You should make your move tonight after dinner,” Raven explained. She then went into a detailed fake scenario about what will happen. You tuned her out to think of your own plan.

After your talk with Raven, you ended up taking a short nap. When you woke up, you realized you would be late for dinner, so you quickly freshened up and made your way down.

You could hear the usual commotion of dinner, except it sounded a bit more hectic than usual. Upon walking into the dining area you noticed three things. First, your chair that was usually between Charles and Raven, was broken to pieces in its spot. Next, you saw Hank and Alex wrestle about on the floor. Then last, you noticed an annoyed Charles, a bemused Raven, and a thrilled Erik.

“What the hell happened?” you questioned. At the sound of your voice, the two boys on the ground got up swiftly, pointing a finger at each other.

“The boys thought to bring their wrestle match inside. Your chair as well as a couple unsuspecting vases were victims of this,” Charles explained with a sigh.

“Well where do I sit?” you asked. Neither Hank or Alex made eye contact with you, not wanting to give up their seats.

“What about Charles' leg? I want you to still be next to me, but you would crush my small thighs,” Raven smirked at you. You knew exactly what she was trying to suggest, you just hoped that Charles didn’t pick up on it.

“I’m okay with that,” Charles replied, scooting his chair out a bit so you could fit.

Softly sitting on his lap, with a blush, you complimented, “Ever the gentleman.”

From there, thankfully, dinner went as usual. Noone seemed to care about you sitting on Charles lap. You were embarrassed and nervous the entire time, but no one seemed to pay any mind, except Raven who throughout your conversation was giving you slight smirks. Eventually, Raven was talking to Hank in front of you, so you were quietly finishing your food.

Finishing your food, you leaned back onto Charles. He coughed but said nothing. Turning around to look at him, you moved and you felt something under you. With direct eye contact with Charles, you softly moved your hips to confirm your suspicions.

That definitely won’t help, Charles breathily informed you in your mind. Be a good girl, and keep still.

With a blush, you replied, And if I don’t want to?

Charles gave you a raised brow in surprise. You hoped that you weren’t too forward or made him uncomfortable. The longer he took to reply, the more disappointed you got that he did not share your feelings.

As you were about to get up, Charles held your waist down. Softly rubbing one of your arms, he offered, Don’t worry Darling. I’m not opposed, I was just a bit taken by surprise. I assumed you saw me as nothing more than an adoptive brother.

Facing forward again to not alarm anyone to your silent conversation, I definitely don’t think of you as a brother.

You reassured your statement with a soft grind onto the hardened bulge in his pants. He breathed in your ear, gripping your arm tightly.

Keep grinding, and see what happens, Charles hinted.

Grinding harder against him, you replied, What are you thinking?

I’m thinking about taking you right on this table, he tried sounding harsh but the pleasure you were giving him only made him sound desperate.

Aww, are you that sensitive? Imagine what it will feel like when I do this without our clothes in the way, you seductively teased.

Charles shifted, letting out an almost silent whine. You looked around to see if anyone heard but everyone was too busy in their own conversations. You shifted again before ordering, I would be quiet if I were you Charles. We don’t want anyone to know about your little problem.

With a hard grind, you emphasized, Or should I call it a big problem?

Charles lightly panted behind you and if you saw his face, you would have seen it brushed with a red tint.

What do you say we sneak out of here? Charles almost begged.

Now that would be rude to leave in the middle of dinner, with that you turned to Raven and started a conversation with her, ignoring him.

Throughout the rest of dinner, you would shift just to tease Charles. He was squeezing your waist as a way to control himself. You noticed him to be a complete mess and when someone talked to him, you would start grinding making him stutter his words.

When dinner was over, which Charles would claim was hours long, you two were the last to leave.

When you finally got up, you turned around to observe Charles. His face was incredibly flushed, his pants looked a bit too tight on his bulge, and there was even a small spot of precum darkening his pants.

“Do I truly have this kind of effect on you?” you questioned with a blush.

He simply got closer to you, kissing you with so much passion you thought you would fall over. It felt like fireworks finally being able to kiss him. Your whole body flushed, and you felt your panties get even more wet than they were before.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for years,” he told you. “So yes, you very much do have that effect on me.”

“Then take me to your room, Professor,” you addressed. You watched as his eyes darkened at the use of his title. He held your hand as you both swiftly made your way to his room.

Once in his room, you softly urged him towards his bed. You continued your kiss, sitting on his lap. He had his hands exploring as much of your body as he could reach, your hands simply running through his hair.

I wonder if I should pull it, you briefly thought. Charles moaned into your mouth. You stopped kissing him to give an experimental tug on his soft hair, forcing a loud groan to come from his mouth.

“Oh, is that what you want, Professor?” you teased, with a smirk.

He simply nodded in response, grinding you on him harder.

Getting off of him, you replied, “I think I need words, Professor. What do you want me to do to you tonight?”

With a flushed face and panting breath, he begged, “Please, I need you to fuck me.”

“Such lewd words, Charles,” you teased, before summoning vines to wrap around his wrists, connecting him to the bed. He whined in protest to your actions. “I don’t think you’re allowed to touch me yet, Professor.”

You straddled his waist and resumed kissing him. With his hands tied, he wasn’t able to touch you the way that he wanted to, sending a short, please, into your mind. You ignored him to kiss all around his face and neck.

You slowly kissed down his neck, finding his sweet spots and making him moan. You made marks along his neck, then his collarbones, making your way all the way down.

You softly ran your nails down his abs making him shiver in pleasure. You gave slight pecks and licks until you got to his v-line, “Should I take off your pants, Professor?”

“Please, darling,” he whined. You pulled his pants off, but left his briefs off.

Rubbing him through his briefs, watching the wet pot of precum get bigger, you teased,” I quite like the way you look. Sitting under me, you look so handsome.”

Blushing at your compliment, he wiggled his hips, urging you to touch him. You obliged by bringing your mouth close to the tent in his briefs and blowing hot air on to him.

“Please touch me, darling. I want you to fuck me,” Charles all but cried.

“Whatever you want, honey,” you replied as you finally pulled his briefs down his legs. At the sight of his cock hitting his stomach, you quickly got up to shed all of your clothes. Charles admired your naked body, wishing that he could touch you and please you.

You sat back on his naked thighs to touch him. As your fingers rubbed his cock, he let out a loud moan that had arousal pooling in you. You quickly got on your knees and sank your body fully on him.

He felt so good, stretching you out, that you let out an erotic cry that had him twitching inside you. “You like my cunt, honey?”

“Yes, you feel absolutely perfect,” he complimented. Fully adjusted to his length, you finally started to move. You place your hands on his chest for balance and set a pulsing rhythm.

You decided that you teased Charles enough, so you let the vines wrapped around him go, letting him move freely. He swiftly grabbed your hips, pounding into you.

The rhythm and speed at which Charles was pounding you with, had him touching the right spots, making you quiver in his arms. He brought a hand down to your clit, rubbing it harshly.

“Are you close, Professor?” you asked breathily. He nodded his head in response. “Well that’s too bad, you aren’t allowed to come until I do.”

He whined in protest but kept going at a harsh pace. He flipped you over, hitting the perfect spot inside of you. You moaned and shook under him, approaching your orgasm.

“Make me cum, handsome,” you whispered. At your command, he brought his hand back down to your clit. He rubbed you inside and out with such passion that he had you cumming quickly and blissfully. You moaned out his name, squeezing around him, making him cum too.

Laying down peacefully next to him, you both dreamily stared at each other.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Charles softly whispered to you.

You smiled back at him, “You too, handsome.”

As you were drifting to sleep, Charles asked you, “Will you be my Darling forever?”

“I want nothing more,” you replied, giving him a soft kiss.

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danclause · 1 year

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Charles Xavier/James McAvoy

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

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lokisivy · 1 year

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can you PLEASE do some charles xavier x reader smut.

Warnings are just pure smut no plot I don't feel like writing a plot at the moment.

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He was mad. very mad.

you acted too much of a smart-ass in his class. now he is fucking you on his desk.

his hands on your neck and your back against the desk. your legs are wrapped around his waist.

"You like it when I fuck you like that." it was obvious you loved it.

"Yes, I love it." you pant his hips meeting yours faster and harder each time.

"Of course you love it, I'm not surprised since your such a whore for my cock right, you go dumb when it's in you that's why you felt the need to be a smart ass in class right?"

Your walls squeezed him causing a grunt to leave him.

"fuck! Charles Im so fucking close," you screamed

"No my darling a slut like you don't deserve to cum this fast," he said lifting your legs on his shoulder causing the new angel to hit your sweet spot every time her fucking into you.

"Charles!" You cried out

"If you cum without my permission I will punish you Y/N and not the good one where you cum."

he was very close over the edge but he wanted to see you fall apart on his hands

you knew too well you to mess with him knowing that he will mind control you not to cum unless he lets you. like he did before.

the more you held it the harder it was to contain yourself.

"Charles please."

"Please what?"

"Please let me cum I'm sorry." you cried tears falling down from your eyes.

your wall squeezing his cock to death.

"Let it go my love."

a loud moan left your mouth and more others did too.

you screamed, feeling him spasm around you, filling you with his warm release, making your legs shake really hard and making him chuckle at your reaction. euphoria leaving your body.

"Maybe i should be a smartass in your class more often." you laugh

"Yeah." he laughs in your neck

#charles xavier smut #charles xavier #charles xavier x you #x men fanfiction #x men days of future past #x men first class #james mcavoy

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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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Leave out all the rest - Charles Xavier smut

The one where the reader is depressed and Charles is desperate to help.

Warnings: depressive and suicidal thoughts, angst, smut

WC: 7K

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“What the hell are you doing?” His voice reached me as I looked down from my window, barely balancing on the border. I froze, instantly knowing what he would think, but that made me almost fall over. As I screamed, he ran towards me, grabbing my forearms and pulling me inside the room once again.

I was shaking as I clinged to him for dear life. Such a weird feeling, suddenly reminding me that despite what my brain thought, my body still refrained from the idea of me actually dying. As the shaking started to fade, I noticed three things. First, I was crying. Second, Charles was actually holding me to his chest, effectively keeping my weight off the floor and on him. Third, he was eerily quiet and, raising my head to look at him, I realized his eyes weren’t focused on me, but on the wall in front of us.

His jaw was so tight-locked I was afraid he could break it and so I raised my hand to touch it, leaving it there. That caught his attention. He looked at me, but only briefly, before taking us to the edge of my bed, where he sat with me still on his lap. I moved to sit next to him and relieve him of my weight, but his hold on me tightened. “Stay,” he ordered more than asked, but I couldn’t find it in me to question or to disobey. So I simply waited for him, feeling tiny and scared, looking at the man I loved staring into a wall so forcefully I honestly wondered how it still hadn’t crumbled.

His soft curls were messy and dancing in front of his eyes and so when I decided to push them behind his ears, his eyes connected with mine for a second and I understood, before any tears started to roll down his cheeks. “Charles,” I started, but that apparently only worsened his pain, his sobs coming in such force that I trembled in his chest, overcome with the need to calm him. “Charles,” I insisted and when that still didn’t work, I decided to simply hug him closer to me, hiding my face on his neck, breathing him in and acknowledging he was like the jewel that I didn’t deserve to keep.

After what felt like forever, he finally started to calm down, his tears rolling more slowly, but still his grip on me didn’t soften. “You can’t leave me,” he suddenly spoke, startling me.

“What?” I questioned, worried I had misheard him.

“You can’t leave me,” he repeated, this time looking at me dead in the eye. What I saw there took the air straight out of my lungs. So much fear and anxiety, he was absolutely terrified of the prospect of something happening to me. Once again, I was burdened with the knowledge that my existence was the reason for this, that I was why he was suffering so much. I sighed, resting my head once again on his shoulder, while my arms wrapped around him, one of my hands going to play with his curls. “I won’t,” I promised quietly. It was the least I could do.

He was surprised by my words, that much was obvious. After months of him pestering me about my depression, it was the first time I actually vowed to stay, despite the fact he had tried many times before to obtain my words on that matter. He detached himself from me, pushing me away just enough so that he could see my face and I found myself missing his warmth against my skin.

His eyes searched mine for any traces of insincerity on my words and my heart was filled with love for the man underneath me, who could so easily read my intentions but still accepted to stay in the dark for me, for my privacy. I captured one of his hands with mine and took it to my temple, nodding to him, giving him permission to verify what I was saying. After a moment of hesitation, he closed his eyes and let my thoughts take in.

I watched as he listened to my inner ramblings, knowing that after this, everything would change. He would know my secret, the one I had managed to keep safe and hidden for the last three months, ever since he found me in my room with my depressive thoughts, for the first time. This would change our relationship forever, I realized, but I couldn’t keep myself nor my feelings hidden from him anymore. Not when they were hurting him like this.

His eyes remained closed as he listened, his lips pursed and his brows furrowed, until… He opened them quickly, looking at me once again and I could see he was trying to verify once more if I was lying, but before I could open my mouth to explain myself to him… His lips found mine. And I melted, not quite believing this turn of events.

Why would he kiss me? Did he actually feel the same for me? A thousand thoughts ran through my head as his lips danced with mine, until he actually chuckled against me, separating just enough to speak. “I love you. I am in love with you. I think I’ve been in love with you since the moment you walked into my life. Please, just… kiss me,” he begged and I didn’t think twice before obeying it.

His lips tasted like mint tea and I found myself drowning in his taste, eager for more. I pulled him by the collar of his shirt, hating whatever fraction of air separated us. His tongue asked for permission to enter my mouth and I happily obliged, deepening our kiss, feeling as if he was becoming a part of me, fulfilling me.

Suddenly, I heard a growl from behind me. Quickly detaching myself from Charles, I noticed Logan by the threshold of my room, staring at the man in whose lap I sat like he wanted to kill him. “Logan?” I asked, confused to see his reaction. His eyes met mine for just a second, before he simply turned around and walked away from us. “Logan!” I shouted, getting out of Charle’s lap to pursue my best friend, but a tight grip on my wrist stopped me from getting away from the bed.

“Let him go,” Charles asked softly, his eyes silently begging me to understand. “He won’t hear you right now,” he explained, and I nodded absentmindedly, still worried about Logan’s behavior.

Charles’ P.O.V.

She looked so lost, still staring at the open door, where Logan had stood just a few minutes before. “I just... don’t understand…” she whispered, so softly I could barely hear her. I chuckled, pulling her to my lap once more, revelling in the fact that I finally had her, I could finally kiss her.

“You’re probably the only person in this entire school who was oblivious to the fact that both me and Logan are head over heels in love with you,” I explained, chuckling once more as her head whipped quickly to stare me in the eyes.

“What?” she asked, her eyes bigger than I had ever seen before. I hadn’t seen any allusion in her mind to this fact that everyone else seemed to notice, so I figured she didn’t know, but I was still surprised to see how utterly ignorant of her own beauty and attractiveness she was.

I shrugged, playing with her curls as she looked at me expectantly. “He loves you. And so do I. I guess I just had better luck,” I joked, trying to lighten the mood, but she opened her mouth a few times before turning around to stare at the door once more.

“I think I should go after him,” she pondered, but I hugged her to me.

“No, wait a bit. Give him some time. You know Logan and you know how he gets when he’s angry. He’ll lash out and he’ll do something he regrets. Let him come to terms with this,” I tried to convince her and despite the nod she gave me, her bottom lip that was stuck between her teeth let me know she was still worried about it.

I sighed. “I’m sorry, love. I truly am. I knew about his feelings, I just never thought… this would happen. I should have closed the door on my way in, I was just so scared of losing you,” I mumbled against the skin of her shoulders, until I heard her sigh and turn to me once more.

“It’s not your fault, Charles. But… we do need to talk,” she quickly added, avoiding my eyes and moving to stand in front of me. My heartbeat picked up and I almost forgot about what I had seen in her mind, fearful she wouldn’t want to be with me. Before I could jump to any conclusions she stopped her pacing and knelt in front of me, picking my hands in hers. “I… I’m happy that we’ve kissed. I’m so happy. And I’m happy that you feel the same way I do, but you know that doesn’t erase my disease, right? I… I will need some time to heal, to get better, to be the person you deserve to have by your side.”

I immediately understood the implications of what she was asking me. Of course I knew I couldn’t solve her problems with a simple kiss, but I was hoping she would let me in, she would let me be by her side as she fought against this. “Can’t I… Can’t I help?” I tried, already knowing I wouldn’t be able to convince her otherwise. At least the smile she gave me was as precious as herself and helped with the pain of knowing I wouldn’t be able to have her all to myself right now.

“You have already helped me, Charles. You gave me a reason to be here. And believe me, it has been a long time since I last wanted to live. But now you gotta let me figure this out on my own. Can you do that for me… for us?” She bit her lip again and of course I would. I’d do anything for her.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“But there’s something I’d like from you, if I may,” Charles hesitated before asking. “I know you promised me you wouldn’t and I swear I’m not doing this to speed things up between us. I respect your wishes and if anything, I’m just trying to make my own life more difficult.” He rolled his eyes as he pushed the hair out of his face, not quite looking me in the eye.

“I saw in your mind that you didn’t mean to jump. But I also saw how being here, in this room, with this window looking out to the gardens, makes it difficult for you to control yourself. I know you will respect your own words, but I don’t want you to suffer any more than you already do…”

I nodded, simply because I honestly understood where he was coming from. I just didn’t understand what other option he envisioned for me, since the only bedroom on the floor of the house was… Oh.

“You want me to move into your bedroom,” I acknowledged, hoping to put him out of his misery by not having to actually say the words. He nodded, sheepishly smiling at me, one of his hands scratching the back of his neck.

I sighed, closing my eyes for a bit to focus better on the situation at hand. It wasn’t that easy with his blue eyes staring right at me, piercing my soul.

I knew he had a point and I had to acknowledge that it would make a huge difference for me to not have to deal with the height situation everytime I locked myself in my room. And I had also promised I would do whatever it took to get better. So my decision was pretty easy.

“Okay,” I agreed, opening my eyes again to find Charles’ looking directly at mine, his mouth slightly ajar, almost as if he had not believed I would actually accept his request.

“Great!” Jumping up from my bed, he wiped his hands on his trousers, already moving towards the door of my room. “Let’s get Hank, Scott and whoever else we can find over here, so we can make the change.” Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks, almost bumping into me.

“Excuse me, love.” He caressed my cheek, the tiniest crooked smile revealing that he thought the situation was amusing. “I should warn you, though, most of my important books and scientific objects are in my room and since I think it would take too much time to make the full transition I will only be taking my clothes, so it is likely I will have to enter your bedroom a few times during the day, to grab whatever I might need.”

I blinked twice, not completely understanding what he was saying until suddenly it clicked.

“You’re not going to stay with me?” I knew I was frowning so hard my eyebrows were close to breaking free from my face, but that was nothing compared to Charles’ expression.

“What do you mean? Of course not, I meant we would exchange rooms! Oh my, please don’t think I was trying to make a move on you through that…” His cheeks were burning up, he looked so lost I felt sorry for him. But I was more preoccupied with my own thoughts at that moment.

“But that would make my life so much easier,” I admitted, looking expectantly at him, who in turn, looked as confused as I had been three seconds before. “If I were to stay with you… I know it’s not optimal and we would be sharing a bed, but having you around me… It would help me so much, Charles.” I huffed, feeling uncomfortable from the admission.

“It’s just… having you around... more than I already do, I mean. It helps with the thoughts, you know? It helps… It reminds me of why I should stay. Why I want to stay.” I finished explaining, fiddling with my fingers as I couldn’t deal with his perfect blue eyes at that moment.

I felt inadequate. Charles was a genius and here I was, a shell of a woman, broken by my own stupid thoughts who reminded me constantly of how I wasn’t worth anything, not even being here, much less with him.

“Hey,” cold fingers interrupted my guilt as he gently pulled me by my chin to look him in the eyes. “You have no idea how happy that makes me feel. To know that I have the ability to help you like this. Thank you for trusting me.”

His blue eyes sparkled brighter than any star I had ever seen and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Our lips connected once more, surprising me as I felt the sweetness with which he kissed me, because I don’t think I had rationally decided to kiss him again. My body, or my soul even, was the one to make that decision for me.

He kissed me like we had all the time in the world to explore each other and I found myself wishing that it was true. One of his hands was spread against my back, keeping me closely pressed against him, while the other still caressed my jaw. We pulled apart to catch our breaths briefly before I pulled him down to me once more, feeling as if the only way I could feel oxygen coming into my lungs was when our lips were connected. I traced the edge of his mouth with my tongue, desperate to taste him and with a slight tremble, he finally allowed me in.

And then he devoured me, easily taking control of not only our kiss, but also of my excitable body. As his lips moved with mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, I forgot how it felt to not belong. Because as he kissed me, it seemed like I did. I belonged. Here, with him.

“Yes, you do,” he whispered against my lips as we finally separated. It only then occurred to me that he could still hear my thoughts. “I’m sorry, it’s hard to tap out now that I’ve been in, especially since I feel so connected to you.”

I nodded, caressing his jaw as I looked deep into his eyes.

“It’s okay. It’s… comforting,” I admitted. His eyes softened as he stared back at me, his shoulder relaxing at the realization he wouldn’t have to force himself out of my head anymore. I could only imagine how hard it must be for him, to try to become deaf to a singled-out voice, especially one you wished to hear so badly.

“I love you,” he breathed out, closing his eyes as he connected our foreheads. His hands held mine securely, his fingers caressing my knuckles and I enjoyed this moment of peace I seemed to have been able to grant him.

“I love you,” I finally admitted out loud, causing him to open his eyes quickly, a large smile taking over his face as he found me smiling softly at him.

Charles’ P.O.V.

After I left Y/N to pack her stuff for the moving process, I allowed my mind to reach out to see if I could track Logan’s whereabouts. I had blocked him from my day-to-day life a long time ago, not only since he constantly threatened me if I didn’t do so, but also because his mind was incredibly tiring.

I was in a constant state of admiration for the man’s survival instincts. He had been through so much and still battled with his own mind daily. Despite his admittedly angry demeanor, he persisted. And if I could say so myself, he was actually much nicer than I expected someone with his sort of troubling thoughts to be.

I noticed he was in the garage and I thought about at least verifying what type of mood he was in, but refrained from it. It wouldn’t help my cause if I arrived already knowing too much about his mental state.

So I prepared myself for the worst as I joined him in the dark room where he kept his bike.

“Logan,” I called out to him, but kept my voice at a regular level. He’d be able to hear me, with his enhanced instincts. And he did, that much was obvious by the way he abruptly stopped messing with his bike and froze in his spot at the sound of my voice.

However, he didn’t turn around to face me and after a few seconds, resumed his previous activity like nothing had happened.

“Logan,” I called out again, and this time, no reaction let me know he had heard me. But I knew he had. “C’mon, Logan, we have to talk about this.”

That might have been the wrong thing to say. He suddenly turned around, facing me with a fire in his eyes I recognized from when we were out in the field, but I’d never had it dedicated to me.

“Talk about it? You want to talk about it? Okay, Professor, let’s talk.” The sarcasm with which he had enunciated my title was not lost to me. “What do you have to say to me? What could possibly lessen the pain of seeing the woman I love kissing you?”

I didn’t have anything to offer to him, so I remained quiet. The truth was, I had come here simply because I owed it to Y/N not to destroy her relationship with Logan, but I didn’t have any sort of speech prepared.

“Thought so,” he mumbled, turning back to his vehicle and leaving me behind.

“Logan, I… Listen.” He didn’t turn around to face me again, but I knew he was listening despite his lack of signs of attention. “I just don’t want you to do something you might regret. I know you love her, and so you don’t want to see her hurt. But the truth is, I have a girl upstairs who is already miserable and you’re only making it worse.” I took some time to breathe before continuing.

“I know it’s not in the way you hoped for, but she does love you. And she needs you in her life. So take some time to deal with your emotions, but please, I’m begging you… Do not abandon Y/N. She deserves better than that, and the truth is, you do too. The bond you share is special. Don’t let it go to waste.”

I had said what I needed to say, and so I left him to his own devices so he could mull over what I’d shared. There was no need for him to provide me with some sort of answer now.

My feet took me where I wanted to go despite the fact that I hadn’t made any conscious decision about it. I suppose my mind followed the brightness that I had come to associate with Y/N, even if I wasn’t trying to listen to her thoughts.

I found her in my bedroom. Well, I suppose it was her bedroom too, now.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I felt like I was being watched, so I turned around to find Charles looking at me with a goofy grin in his face that caused me to instantly mirror it.

“What?” I had to ask, because as much as his happiness made me happy, it felt like he was excited about one specific reason and I was curious about it.

“Nothing. I’m just… I never thought I’d see you in my room like this.” He approached me with that boyish smile I had never associated with Charles before and hugged me to his chest, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. The height difference made him pretty much lean over me, but it was cute.

“You like it?” I had to ask, my insecurity as always getting the best of me. He pulled away from his hiding place to be able to look me in the eyes.

“I love it.” I could see the sincerity in them. I trusted him with my life.

“I’m glad, because I could definitely get used to this.” The way his face lit up had me giggling up at him.

“Really?” He asked, his big palms caressing my back as if he needed the reassurance that I was real, that I was really there.

“Yes, really. How could I not? There’s books and antiques and it smells just like you. I feel…” I hesitated for a bit, not sure if I wanted to disclose this so soon. But then he pressed his fingers more tightly against my skin, reminding me that he was here, that I could trust him, and I took a deep breath before looking in his eyes again, my hands coming up to play with the curls in the back of his neck. “I feel at home,” I confessed, all in one single breath. Once again, my reward came in the huge grin that split his face into two. He pulled me into my tiptoes so he could press a quick kiss on my lips, and I tried to ignore how cold they felt when his weren’t touching mine anymore. This was what I wanted, and he was giving me the space I asked for.

I’d have to keep reminding myself that throughout the days.

“So, where were you?” I asked, making idle chit chat as I pulled away from him to continue folding my clothes. When he didn’t immediately offer me a response, I looked up to see him looking at me with guilt written all over his face. “Charles!” I exclaimed, dropping what I was holding. “Please tell me you didn’t!”

Charles’ P.O.V.

I couldn’t. I knew precisely what she was referring to and didn’t even need to read her mind.

“I’m sorry, love…” Nervously, I scratched the back of my neck as she came to stand before me, her hands on her hips. I guess I was expecting her to be mad, but when she instead dropped her arms and sighed, I realized that wasn’t the worst outcome. That would be this one: the disappointment and regret in her features. She didn’t look up, opting instead to fiddle with the edge of her shirt, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

“He hates me.” The words were said with such pain that I felt like a bucket of ice cold water had been dropped over me. Immediately, I reached out to her, sighing in relief when she accepted my embrace.

“No, he doesn’t.” It was the truth. She knew it, and she knew why it was - the very reason why she was scared he’d start to hate her now that she’d chosen to be with me. “He loves you.” The words floated around us as she struggled to come to terms with them, still. “He still does. There’s no switch you can flip that’ll make him instantly hate you. But this also means that he needs time, time to learn how to see you in a different light. Okay?”

For a minute, she didn’t say anything, opting to let me guide her in the gentle sway I’d been performing since my arms wrapped around her. At last, she whispered a tiny “okay”, and even though her voice was muffled by the fabric of my shirt, where she’d been pressed against, I believed her. I had to.

Logan’s P.O.V.

Watching her those next months was… difficult.

Difficult because if she was an addiction, I took the worst route to cure myself of it. I went from seeing her and talking to her everyday, being dependent on that socialization, to cutting myself from her life completely.

Difficult because despite not talking to her since the day I found her kissing Charles, I still had to see her - we lived and worked in the same place, after all. Despite all the effort I put in changing my schedule and trying to make sure I wouldn’t be in the same room as her, there still were the inevitable meetings and dinners and parties when I had to watch the woman I loved from afar.

And above all, difficult because what I came to observe during those obligatory reunions was something that I had been waiting and wishing for all along, and it killed me that I hadn’t been by her side to help her with: her recovery.

Each time our eyes met, hers were a little bit brighter, softer, even lighter. Like the darkness that was consuming her was steadily being swallowed by her actual personality, which behaved much like a sun: warming her from the inside.

That meant her skin became more colorful, at least in the sense that it didn’t hold that paleness that made it look like she was fragile. It was harder to see her blood vessels now, and I didn’t miss the time they stood out across the room in one bit. She blushed now, and every time it happened when he was around, he felt it like a pang in his heart. Just when I thought she couldn’t be more adorable. Her hair was also brighter, lighter, shinier in general. She didn’t just chuckle now, she laughed. Initially, it was rare and low, but eventually it started to happen more frequently, to the point where I could figure out where she was simply by following the sound of her giggles.

In short, she was happy. Happier than I’d ever seen her, and it killed me to not be able to witness this new side of her, this whole part of her personality that had been kept away when she was sick. Could I even consider that I still knew her? Which was the true her, the depressive one I met or this young girl full of light and happiness? I knew the answer was dependent on both of them, but it left me with the realization that I knew less of her than I wish I did.

And it was all my fault.

It was my fault for falling in love with her when she’d never even showed any signs of feeling the same. Stupid old Logan, You’ve been alone for too long. All it took was someone who cared too much, despite their broken state, and you let them in. You let her in.

She didn’t owe me anything.

And I knew that. But I fooled myself into believing her lack of interest was a result of her situation, so I did what I could to help, in hopes that once she got better, I would have my chance.

Selfish.

That’s what I was.

I’d never thought of myself as someone who was particularly manipulative, hell, I was no Erik, but maybe I was. Because it was also my fault that I wasn’t there to witness her recovery. I’d pushed her away, failed on the simple task I’d promised I would help.

I hadn’t been a good friend.

I had been no sort of friend at all.

So that’s why when her eyes caught mine again in the middle of the party we were throwing for someone’s birthday - I could never bother to pay attention to those sort of details -, I gestured towards the stairs, hoping she’d meet me there.

And sure enough, she came.

I could slap myself for how temptatively she approached me. Not only was it weird in the context of our friendship, it was very obviously out of place in her manners. Y/N was always confident in her approach to people - it was one of the reasons why I warmed up to her so quickly, one of the reasons I fell in love with her.

Still, despite her obvious apprehension, she approached me and found a place for herself by my side. At first, I didn’t say anything, opting to stare down at my hands as I tried to come up with a better way to say this, hoping my words could somehow erase the pain I knew I had put her through, but then I felt her warm hand over my thigh and my head immediately whipped up to find her staring at me with a soft look on her face and a small smile.

“I missed you,” she said, and just like that, I knew we were fine. I let out a relieved breath that I felt like I had been holding for forever, once again thankful for our connection. Even if it didn’t evolve in the way I expected it to, it did allow us to communicate with fewer words, which throughout all of my life posed as a nuisance to everyone who had to deal with me - but not to her.

No. Just three words and I knew what she meant, just like my invitation for her to follow me to the stairs told her everything she needed to know about how I was feeling. And for once, everything felt alright, including me.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

When I followed Charles back to our room that night, I felt like a different person altogether. Not only could I decidedly say that my depression wasn’t a concerning issue anymore, I felt like I was finally free to introduce the new me, the person I had become after going through such a rough patch for so long.

Of course, it wasn’t like I was a different person altogether. But I had been through enough depressive patches to know that everytime I got out of one, I was a little less of the person I had been before and a little more of someone new. And now that the only issue that still weighed me down had been settled, I was really excited to get to know this new part of my personality. I was excited to do things again, to talk to people and see what I had missed while stuck in my darkened mind. I was excited to be excited about stuff once more.

Most of all, I was excited about starting this new path in life with someone I truly loved by my side. And said person was looking at me with sweet, caring eyes when I stepped further into the bedroom, in desperate need of a hug.

“You guys spoke!” He whispered. I supposed he didn’t want to break the silent and peaceful atmosphere of our bedroom, but still, the excitement in his voice was palpable. It made me smile instantly. I didn’t have the words to describe how it felt to have someone by my side who supported me so much, even in a subject that brought him discomfort.

Charles had every right to avoid the subject, or even to feel scared or tense about me and Logan starting to talk again, but I could see it in his eyes - all he felt was happiness for me and his friend.

It probably helped that he could see in my mind how I only had eyes for him.

Still, gratefulness overflowed my heart, prompting me to stand on my tiptoes as I pulled him by the collar of his shirt until I could reach his lips. “Thank you for being here for me all this time,” I whispered against his mouth, as he struggled between wanting to say something and the desire to correspond the kisses I was now laying on his jaw.

“Anytime, my love.” His hands ran down my arms until they were holding mine against his face, and he could position me to steal another kiss. “I’ll be here as long as you want me.” The dorkiest smile appeared on my lips as my eyes looked into his blue ones.

“Forever?” I asked, and Charles opened up a smile at my promise, nodding as best as he could as I still cradled his head.

“Forever,” he repeated, sealing our vow with a kiss. This time I followed my heart and deepened it, slowly nibbling on his bottom lip until he allowed me to taste him fully. We’d never kissed like this before. Charles was too worried to overstep my boundaries, and I despite how badly I desired him, there was a reason I had instated them.

But now the reason was gone. And there was nothing else that could distract me from the fire rising inside of me, threatening to burn me whole.

“Charles…” I whimpered against his lips as he tried to separate us, pulling him to me again. “Please, I want you.” My words made him freeze. His eyes travelled between mine, looking for any sign of hesitancy or any sort of reason why he shouldn’t.

When he found none, he still didn’t immediately sweep me off my feet and took me to bed, like I wanted. Instead, he held me in his arms, his hands on my lower back as his thumbs drew soft circles over the fabric of my dress.

“Are you sure, my love?” If I wasn’t before, the fact that he had taken the time to make sure this was what I wanted would have solidified my decision. But as it were, my mind had been made up long before we even stepped inside our bedroom.

This was a long time coming, and I was glad it was here now.

“Yes, Charles. Please, make love to me.” That was all he needed to hear. Slowly, he walked me back until my knees reached the bed, and I went blindly, too busy with the intoxicating taste of his favorite peppermint tea as he started his possession by kissing me hungrily. I’d follow him anywhere with a sane conscience, but while drunk on him? I’d jump off a cliff if he asked me to. ��Lay down for me, pretty girl.”

The way he looked at me, through lust glazed eyes as I laid spread out on the bed, was enough to get my heart beating out of my chest. God, I wanted him. “Charles…” I whined, reaching out for him, which made him smile.

“I’m right here, darling. I’m right here.” He climbed on the bed, in the space between my legs, until he could hold my face with his cold hands again. “I love you so much.” My heart jumped at hearing these words again. He made me feel so giddy, it was hard to feel anxious about what we were about to do when I literally felt the desire running through my veins.

“I love you too, Charles.” He kissed me again, then, his hands warming up the longer they secured my cheeks, and I melted against the bed and his body, my own hands coming behind him to find a way to push inside his shirt.

He moaned against my mouth at the feeling of my nails carefully dragging over the skin of his back, and he had to pull away from our kiss to catch his breath. I watched him with barely concealed desire, in desperate need to feel his body on top of mine again, but he seemed to understand it.

In a few seconds, he was over me again, his lips on mine as our hands finally explored each other’s bodies as they saw fit. A shirt found its way to the floor, followed by a dress, until only our underwear stood in the way between our wishes.

“You’re so beautiful, my love.” Just the way he looked at me was enough to make me shiver. I could barely imagine what it would feel like to have him actively working on giving me pleasure.

“So are you,” I reminded him, giggling when I saw the blush spreading over his cheeks. “And you’re cute.” He rolled his eyes then, leaning over me to give me a quick kiss before slowly bringing his lips down to brush over my collarbones.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, drawing over the edge of my bra with a single finger. It slightly trembled, denouncing just how nervous he was to be taking this next step with me, and it only made my heart warmer for him.

“Please,” I quietly begged, and the smile he gave me was enough to have butterflies threatening to take flight from my belly. Albeit a bit awkwardly, he managed to fit his hand between my back and the mattress, just enough to be able to pluck that one other piece of clothing off of me, and then he was *staring.

“Charles!” I whined, automatically trying to hide my breasts from him, but he only raised one eyebrow in that characteristically aristocratic expression of his, before asking, “Aren't you mine, darling? Don’t I have a right to see what you’ve been hiding under those dresses all this time?”

Charles’ P.O.V.

She looked so adoringly embarrassed by my prying gaze, but I couldn’t help it. Not when she was this beautiful, an angel brought down to Earth solely to teach me how to love. It was an honor to be loved by such a perfect creature, but I still struggled to remember that this was real, sometimes. Particularly in a moment such as this, that I had dreamed about for so long.

Seeing as she still avoided my gaze, teasingly biting that delicious bottom lip that I wanted to lick so much, I leaned back over her, capturing her mouth with mine once more. Slowly, because we had all the time in the world, I pried her lips open to welcome my tongue, and then, when she melted against the mattress, relaxing her arms that quickly occupied themselves by embracing my body, I allowed myself to pull away, but never stopped tracing her skin with my lips, torturously making my way down, first nibbling on her jaw before stopping to suck a few marks on her neck, before finally meeting her breasts.

“God, you’re perfect,” I whispered, just before I wrapped a nipple with my mouth, lathering it with my saliva and attention before sucking. It provoked a sensuous reaction in her, who gasped and buried one of her hands on my curls, softly pulling on them but not actually prying me from her.

“Charles,” she moaned, and it made me falter, my knees buckling and almost making me fall on top of her. I’d never heard my name sound like that before, so sweet, and I instantly knew I never wanted to hear it uttered by any other lips.

“Darling,” I moaned myself, still otherwise occupied with sucking tiny little lovebites on the soft flesh of her breasts. “The way you moan my name… It’s breathtaking. Do it again,” I begged, raising my head just enough to meet her eyes, finding that a lust-filled haze had settled over them, leaving her pupils blown wide. “Please.”

Something in my desperate tone or hungry eyes called out to her, earning me another melodic moan of my name. That was all that I needed to hear before I fused our lips once more, absentmindedly rutting against the mattress as I relished in her sweet taste.

“You’re such a good kisser,” she whispered after we parted, making me chuckle. “But now I need you inside of me, like, yesterday.” My chuckles became roars of laughter, and she joined me in that demonstration of excitement and happiness that was proof that this was so much more than just lust.

This was love, pure and unadulterated. And I’d never experienced anything like it before.

“Okay,” I conceded, grabbing my cock and taking in the sight of her, spread out and open, willing and wanting, all for me. “You ready?” She nodded, legs parting even further in an open invitation.

“Please,” she begged quietly, and I couldn’t resist it any longer. Leaning over to kiss her forehead, I inserted myself inside of her slowly, carefully, paying attention to all of her reactions and sounds.

“Don’t worry,” I whispered as she groaned a little bit in pain from the adjustment. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.” And we both knew that I would. “Let me show you how much I desire you.”

We came together that night, and all I could think to say before falling asleep was, “I love you.”

Much to my luck, she loved me too.

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I'm A Telepath Too, Love. (Part 2)

[Alternate Universe Gen-Z OC]

Part 1

---------------------------------------------------Did I think it through before meeting Charles Xavier? Nope. I didn't have a clue on how to go about my story. I feel like I'm in a fanfiction position where the reader is contemplating their feelings. This wasn't fanfiction, unfortunately. Or maybe it is. Who knows? I have to get to him before I miss out due to daydreaming mind. It did work, though. Daydreaming took my mind off the voices. I couldn't hear anyone when I was too focused on my thoughts.

I kept walking like some crazy pilgrim to reach the "heavens." He was definitely "heavens" though. I finally entered the bar. It was the exact same one from the movie. But I wasn't quite sure whether this was going to be the scene before or after he became the professor. I'm hoping that this is not after the after him becoming a professor. Cause I don't wanna meet the drunk charles, and I might ruin the Moira meeting Charles thingy.

The doorbell chimed when I entered. A wave nausea passed through me as I could smell alcohol and moisture. Another wave of excitement filled me when I saw Raven. Yes, you heard me. It was HER. Holy hell, my bisexual senses were tingling.

Meanwhile, this scene was going on which I had completely missed due to my bisexual tingles.

"Heterochromia.", Charles stated to the woman.

"A gentleman would at least offer to buy me a drink first.", the woman replied pretending to be not enamored by his accent and was playing hard to get.

"Heterochromia is in reference to your eyes, which I have to say are stunning. One green, one blue. It's a mutation. It's a very groovy mutation. I've got news for you, Amy. You are a mutant.", Charles stated his usual lines to get her interested, which seemed to get her attention.

"First you proposition a girl and then you call her deformed. How is that seduction technique working for you?", she asked with a tinge of hatred.

"I'll tell you in the morning.", he replied completely ignoring her bad remarks.

Because of me entering this timeline, Raven hadn't gone to Charles for a drink and didn't do her "Heterochromia" move.

And also I didn't quite realize I was staring at her the whole time, which made Charles turn towards me with a confused look.

I felt a bit uneasy all of a sudden. As if something was pinching the back of my head. Me being me completely ignored that, and got excited when Raven stared back at me. She smiled awkwardly and waved to me. So I waved back and started walking towards her.

Then, all of sudden, someone held me back by my hips. I quickly got scared and slapped the person hard in the face. Not realizing what I had done, I turned to see that I had slapped Charles, who was wincing in pain and held his cheek in his palm to cool down the pain.

I heard some chairs move and saw Raven coming to Charles and the "Heterochromia" running out of the bar.

"Oh my God! Charles, are you OK?", Raven asked while rubbing his back.

I quickly started apologizing.

"O-M-G I'm soo sorry... Charles. I was staring at Raven.. and..uh.. and I didn't mean to d-", I paused realizing the mistake I made.

Raven moved away from Charles. She was scared. She looked angry and creeped out. Charles's eyes had widened. His fingers quickly moved towards his temple.

"STOP! WAIT! I'M LI-LIKE YOU BOTH..", I stuttered while hands were in a protective manner.

Charles brows furrowed. He wasn't sure of what I said. I was hoping he would believe me because in all other fanfiction he seemed pretty easily convinced and was warm-hearted. Clearly, that wasn't the case here.

"If that is the case, you don't seem quite like us. You know our names and from your body language, you seem know us better than we do. How do i- I mean we can trust you? You know what we both-", he was explaining when I interrupted him.

"Just read my mind, it's open now", I stated not wanting him to go away as he was my only hope. I know. I know. It's cheesy as my brain but the situation had asked for it.

He started fingering me... sorry.. I mean his brain. His eyes widened, and he smiled. I could feel his presence in my mind, rummaging through my memories and my thoughts. Yup, he smiled cause he knew how I scared I was of him leaving me all alone in an unknown universe and also because I had all my dirty thoughts locked up in an area which I didn't let him enter.

I glanced at Raven, who started smiling at me (oh good heavens, was it not relieving!), who knew what was going on. Charles was telepathically communicating with her whatever he should be knowing my unprecedented journey to the universe here.

Soon, his process was over. And they both just stared at me. This was kinda creepy. What the fawk were they even doing?

Soon, Raven came to give me hug to which I declined.

"Nononono... you don't hug me. First, I slapped your bro and second I'm bisexual so it's not safe", I replied quickly.

"It's okay.... what's your name?", Raven laughed along with Charles and asked.

"Oh, I'm Julianne. Julianne Ricci. Didn't Charles tell you my name?", I introduced myself.

"Nope. He was busy searching sone other stuff I guess", she replied.

We both went in for a hug for which I was way too excited which Raven didn't seem to mind but Charles was not happy about it.

"Alright, that's enough both of you.", Charles stated while barging between us.

Well, I guess Charles was either homophobic or jealous. Nah, I guess he's homophobic. Who would be jealous of me?

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A/N: Should I do part 3??

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j4desblurbs · 1 year

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okay guys. send in whore asks

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fandomqueen74 · 1 year

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REQUESTS REOPENED

Sup bitches, I'm back on tumblr. Reuqests are open, my current personally obsessions that I've been reading and needing more of include Namor, Poe Dameron, the Moon Knight system, and any of my old favorites. If you are wanting something that you're just not seeing anywhere else send in a request and I will see what I can do!

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xaviersjames · 4 months

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Imagine getting ready for your day—putting a cute dress on and doing your makeup.

And then having Charles Xavier lift you up onto a table, hiking up your dress until the material is bundled up around your waist, pushing your panties to the side and pressing himself inside of you, saying you simply look too good to resist.

"You'll have to forgive me, darling. You understand, yes?" he huffs into the crook of your neck, polite as ever, rocking into you ever so gently. "Too gorgeous to do nothing about it,"

He wipes tears away from the corners of your eyes before they can fall because he'd hate to ruin your pretty makeup.

After he takes what he needs from you, he kisses you softly, runs his fingers through your hair, fixing it up, and tells you how lovely you look today.

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neijah · 2 years

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sooo…anyone knowing who wrote this?

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tinfairies · 1 year

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I have an x men request, (separate) headcanons for Charles, Eric and Logan with an fem s/o who is a virgin?

Charles

Is more excited than he let's on.

Charles likes to be people's first, there's something about making a virgin cum within minutes.

His mutation comes in handy. He knows everything they want, what they like and if they're in pain.

He's known his lover was a virgin since they first got together, and he's waited for them to be ready ever since.

Charles can't wait to make them cum again and again. It's a fetish at this point.

Erik

He never pushed his lovers limits. He always waited for them to initiate things, being completely unaware of the fact they were a virgin.

When they do finally take things further and Erik hears that confession, he suddenly becomes more soft and loving.

He wants to make their very first time memorable and special.

He won't lie, taking someones virginity is exciting to him.

Logan

Fuck, really? He feels bad that they're going to lose their virginity to him.

Yes, he's a bit excited to be someone's first time. He is still self critical and thinks his lover deserves better.

Logan tries his best to be romantic and soft. He tries to remember back to when he lost his virginity, just to get an idea of what he should do

He will try his best, but will tell them not to expect anything spectacular.

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lokisivy · 1 year

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Charles Xavier X Fem!Mutant!Reader

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

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

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

your pov

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What the fuck Charles!" i yelled at him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You mean the world to me darling."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I cant do this." charles said

"No you can just try." logan said

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

"Can I?" he looked at me

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

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

"Yes.."

"What are you hiding Y/N?"

he hold your head trying to look past your memories

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

he got closer to the memory you wanted to avoid

he saw it all

you laying on a bed getting a the abortion

the pregnancy results

you talking to hank about it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please tell me what you feel."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is all my fault you kept saying to yourself

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I can't- I-"

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

your breath slowed down. you stopped crying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you more." he kissed back.

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

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