James Mcavoy X Reader - Blog Posts

yall pls tell me i aint the only one who has little headcanons for y/n whenever i read like x reader fanfics. like i have this one headcanon where us - the reader - are like the voices in their head that they just refuse to listen to. like y/n does something completely idiotic and we're just screaming and y/n's trying their hardest to ignore it lmfao.

SUN AND WATER; SO INTIMATE.

dad'sbestfriend! james mcavoy x brown!fem!reader

🍯 hunni pot — oh. my. god. for context i was speaking to a friend recently about split (2016) and she tried to convince me it wasn't real because she'd never heard of it and she's a movie junkie.. long story short we rewatched it and i don't remember james mcavoy being THAT hot?? like i remember him being hot but damn. anyways enjoy my rambling as i freak out over dilfs on the main. im back hoes. reader is like early 20s and james is his age and divorced

hot summer days were the best thing for you. the sun warming you and giving you dark tan lines that highlighted you stretch marks that little bit more. looking through your aptly packed suitcase, you huffed at the idea of not being able to buy a new bikini. granted, you were only here for two weeks of your summer break, and you did have four in total, but you could never have too many, right? you settled on your blue two-piece, throwing a tank top and a baby skirt over it just to prevent your ass from being completely out as you walked down to the waterfall/lake a little ways from the summer house.

you decided to tan before getting in the water, the peaceful current giving you the perfect opportunity to relax and lay around. laying on your towel under the beating sun, you slid you bottoms down over the dips in your hips, a little crack show for the birds and bees.

maybe ten minutes go by, and you turn over to face the sky. sitting here baking with a blunt would be amazing, and you make a mental note to roll one next time you come down here. slipping your top down a little, then a lot, then just taking it off and letting it all hang out was a wise decision, the sun shining on your bare dark nipples and a tickle moving it's way in between your thighs as you reel in the feeling. another ten-ish minutes and you're dozing, barely keeping your eyes open as you listen to the water flow just a few feet from you. you stop trying after a bit, rolling into the sensuality of sleeping half-naked with nature.

until you feel a shirt laying over your midriff.

and feel mr. james trying to shake you awake. fuuuuck.

his eyes are (reasonably) diverted from you. james couldn't help but feel like a perverted high schooler, awkwardly kneeling so his best friends daughter didn't have to see the far too obvious boner she was giving him right now. james had kids of his own, he'd seen nipples and pantylines before, so why did he feel so.. different?

as you woke up and hoped to God Almighty that that the Earth would just swallow you while right there, mr. james gave you that we don't have to talk about it look that he'd given you many times. you just nodded as he turned away, flicking his belt and removing his shorts to reveal his trunks. it could've been your hazy brain. it could've been the angle since you were still tying your top. it could've been the lighting of the Sun, for God's sake, but you swear that mr. james' trunks were outlining his cock, the fabric tightening around his thighs. but you didn't have time to see it because he quickly plunged into the water, using his big arms to move himself under the waterfall, cascading down his hair and chest. (im a dirty pervert. omg that gif is going to the wank bank)

you sat on a smooth rock, right in the middle of the lazy lake. it was low, allowing the water to kiss your feet and the Sun to rub your back. watching as mr. james blatantly circled you, like an animal. he came to a stop in front of you, just watching you before speaking. "it's a cute top, y'know. dunno why you'd wanna ditch it." he shrugs, laughing as your attempt at splashing him ended with you nearly falling off the rock and him being no more wet than he already was.

you two got out after a bit, talking about life and how school was going and whatever could come to mind. mr. james's eyes never left you once, meanwhile you were avoiding his eyes like the plague. too busy watching his chiseled stomach flex every time he laughs, or shifts, or just fucking sits there.

"m'eyes are up here, lassie. what's with the pervin'?" he asks, lifting your chin with two fingers. you open your mouth, but words are failing you and by God you can't speak your mind. what would he think of you?

"i wanna fuck you."

oh.

"oh?" shit. what the fuck is wrong with you?

the answer to that question would have to wait for another time, because mr. james wasted no time scooting closer to you on the towel, lifting you up over his lap and lettin you sink down on his swim trunks, the cold fabric making you roll your hips. james could only grunt, resting his hand on your ass to push you a bit more forward, his hard-on twitching right against your clit.

"who've thought you as such a fuggin minx.." he groans, his lips connecting with yours twice, then a third time before you could feel his fingers slipping past your bottoms, groaning into your mouth as he feels your pussy for the first time. no matter how many times he'd dreamed about this, rubbed his cock to the idea of pleasuring you, he couldn't have dreamed this up in a hundred fucking years. but God, was he loving it.

slipping his cock out from his shorts, he watched as you let your manicured hand slip around him. james couldn't believe his fucking eyes, if he hadn't waited so long for this, he'd have cum just by the look in your eyes. sinking down, you rest your hands on his chest, feeling his trembling breath. you don't even have to tell him how much you love it, your pussy does all the work for you. the wet noises that start to come out of you spare no expense at letting james know what a good job he's doing at fucking you from below.

mr. james, ohhhfuuck.. you could barely contain yourself, he was fucking you with something to prove. the plap! plap! noise against the water falling in the background was heaven.

"drop that mr., darling. you know we aren't being very-- ugh, fuck me.. formal right now." he chuckles, continuing to fuck up into you while adding his fingers in the mix, rubbing your clit in deliberate, wet circles. cumming, oh fuck..!

and cumming you were. the Sun was beaming on your face, you were being fucked like a whore in the most intimate setting in all the Earth, and you were cumming, hard. james pants as he fucks you through your orgasm, letting you go limp on his shoulder. "wet as the water you are, darling." he chuckles, reeling in the way you clench around his cock completely involuntarily. a beat goes by as he rests his hands on your waist.

"you've ever been skinny dipping?" it was going to be a looooong night.

Worlds Apart, Minds Connected

Synopsis; After a mission goes disastrously wrong, you and Charles are separated, trapped in an unstable facility with only a telepathic link to guide you back to each other. As he navigates you through the darkness, your minds grow closer in ways neither of you expected, creating a bond that will be hard to let go once you finally reunite. The question lingers: will the connection forged in crisis survive beyond the danger?

Warnings; None but kissing the LOVELY James McAvoy uggghhhhh-

Requested by @kaley612!

The last thing you remember is Charles shouting your name before the explosion. The impact threw you back, slamming you against something hard and cold. Dazed and aching, you pushed yourself up, trying to make sense of the chaos around you. Dust settled like snowflakes, a reminder of the blast that had ripped through the building.

The connection flares to life—a warmth, gentle and insistent, nudging at the edges of your mind.

“Can you hear me?”

Charles’s voice is like a balm, familiar and grounding. Relief floods through you as you close your eyes, focusing on that connection.

“Yes, I’m here,” you answer, your mental voice steadier than you feel.

“Are you hurt?”

You swallow, taking quick stock. A few bruises, a splitting headache, but nothing broken. “I’ll survive. What about you?”

“Just a scratch,” he says, though you sense he is holding back. “Listen, we’re separated. I can’t get to you from where I am—there’s debris blocking my path. But I’ll guide you. If we keep this link open, I can see what you see. All you have to do is keep going. Can you do that?”

Your heart pounds, but Charles’s steady presence brings an odd calm over you. “I trust you.”

And, for a beat, there’s silence. You feel a brush of something—warmth, reassurance, and a trace of something deeper that he quickly shields.

“Then let’s go,” he says, his voice like a hand reaching through the darkness.

You stand and begin to move, Charles’s presence a constant pulse in your mind. Each step is careful, shadows twisting as you make your way down the broken hallways, Charles murmuring directions and gentle encouragements, his voice steady even when your path grows perilous. If you could be with him right now, you'd kiss him. As a thank you of course. Nothing more.

“You’re doing well,” he says softly, his tone dipped in admiration. “You’re stronger than you think.”

Somehow, with him there—though only in your mind—it feels true.

"Thank you, Charles. Where do I go now?"

"Charles?" Your heart dropped before you heard him again.

"I'm here, I'm here. Just... Do you really want to thank me with a kiss?"

Huh. Shit.

You freeze, heat rushing to your cheeks as his question settles in.

“I… thought you couldn’t see thoughts I didn’t direct to you,” you stammer, trying to push the words out as smoothly as possible.

There’s a soft chuckle on his end, warm and teasing. “That’s true… unless you think it loudly.”

You huff, half-embarrassed, half-defiant. His voice is quieter now, almost reverent. “I’m waiting.”

With renewed determination, you make your way down the dark hallway, Charles guiding you through each step and turn until you see the faint light of an exit. Your heart races, each footfall bringing you closer to him. And then, just as you round a corner, there he is, waiting—dust-covered, scratched, but alive and whole.

Without thinking, you run to him, and he opens his arms, catching you before you even realize you’ve thrown yourself into his embrace. His hands settle around you, firm and reassuring, as he lets out a sigh of relief that mirrors your own.

Before you can second-guess yourself, you press a kiss to his lips, a gesture of thanks, of everything left unsaid. Charles freezes for a fraction of a second, then responds, his lips gentle but warm against yours, his hands cradling you like something he never intends to let go.

When you pull back, breathless and unsure, he offers a small, tender smile. “I think we both needed that.”

“Maybe so," you whisper, a smile breaking through your own exhaustion.

And as you stand there, safe and together, the unspoken promise of something more lingers between you, fragile but very, very real.

(JAMES MCAVOY JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE-)

Plz do not copy or translate! -Callme_Bunni

This is SO GOOD!!! This left me speechless, my fav writer fr!!

Smut

Description: Porn. Charles porn. Theres 0 plot it's just porn.

Rating: 18+, minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, unprotected p in v, oral (m +f), slight sub charles, slight dom charles, praise, cockwarming, charles talking reader through it

A/N: guys holy hell i'm gonna bark rn ALSO appreciation post for James Mcavoys freckles on his nose.. they're so beautiful i fear

Inspo: The praising Charles bit was inspired by a fic by @librababe99! Go read her fics she's amazing!!

Charles had been at his desk for hours. Papers were scattered around him, the soft glow of his desk lamp casting shadows on his tired face. His focus was absolute, completely engrossed in his work. You had tried to be patient, knowing how important his research was, but after hours of watching him stress, an idea came to mind.

If he wasn’t going to get some rest on his own, you were going to help him.

Without a word, you slipped off the couch and crawled under the desk, moving slowly and quietly, hoping not to startle him. As you positioned yourself between his legs, Charles shifted in his chair, mumbling something about needing to finish this chapter before looking down.

“Love, what are you—” His sentence trailed off when your fingers began undoing his belt, his body stiffening at the sensation. “You really shouldn’t…”

But the protest in his voice was weak, and you knew he didn’t truly want you to stop.

You smirked up at him before leaning forward, kissing his clothed length through his pants. He let out a soft gasp, one hand gripping the edge of the desk, his fingers flexing as you continued to tease him, your mouth working over the fabric until you could feel him hardening beneath it.

“Focus on your work, Professor,” you teased, your fingers working deftly to free him from his trousers. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking at the tip, and you couldn’t help but smile at how sensitive he was to your touch.

Charles groaned softly, his head falling back against his chair, but still, he tried to maintain control. “I… I have to—” His words were cut off as you ran your tongue up the length of his cock, swirling it around the head before taking him into your mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, and the soft, breathy moans he let out only encouraged you to continue.

“God, you’re… going to make it very hard for me to concentrate,” he panted, his voice strained as you began to suck him in earnest, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft.

“Oh, fuck— you’re… so good, love.” His voice was soft and breathy, each word laced with praise as he tried to maintain his composure. But you were relentless, sucking and stroking him until his grip on the desk tightened, knuckles white. “Stop… stop, I’m— I’m going to cum,” he warned, though his body betrayed his words.

His hands gripped the arms of the chair, knuckles turning white as he fought the urge to thrust into your mouth. You could tell he was trying to keep his composure, but the sounds he made—the quiet moans and gasps, the way his hips occasionally jerked forward—told you how close he was to losing control.

“I need to finish this, love. Please,” he begged, his voice breathy, but you only took him deeper, your tongue flicking over the sensitive tip as you worked him over with your mouth.

Hhe gasped, his hand suddenly gripping your hair, his hips trembling as his control slipped further. “I’m going to… I’m going to cum.”

You didn’t stop. Instead, you kept sucking him, taking him as deep as you could, feeling him twitch in your mouth as his hips bucked involuntarily. His moans became louder, more desperate, his body shuddering as he tried to hold himself back.

“God, stop,” he groaned, his voice breaking with need. “Please, love, I’m going to—”

But it was too late. His grip tightened in your hair as he came, spilling into your mouth with a moan that echoed through the quiet room. You swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him as his body trembled in the aftermath.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of his heavy breathing. Charles looked down at you, his face flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “That was… unfair,” he panted, a soft chuckle escaping his lips despite the strain in his voice.

You smiled up at him, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. “You needed a break,” you teased, standing up and leaning over him. “You’re working too hard.”

Charles’ blue eyes darkened at your words, his hands reaching out to grab your waist. “I suppose I should repay you for that little distraction,” he murmured, pulling you onto his lap. His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “But I think you need a reminder of who’s in charge here.”

Before you could respond, Charles stood, lifting you effortlessly and laying you back on his desk, scattering papers across the floor. His hands moved quickly, tugging your pants down your legs, leaving you bare and exposed beneath him.

“I’ll make you regret teasing me,” he muttered, his voice low and dangerous as he knelt between your legs. His mouth descended on you without warning, his tongue flicking against your clit in a way that made your entire body jolt with pleasure.

You cried out, your hands flying to his hair, but Charles was relentless. He ate you out with a ferocity that left you breathless, his tongue working you over, driving you to the edge of pleasure with every flick, every stroke. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as your body writhed beneath him.

The pleasure built quickly, too quickly, and soon you were teetering on the edge of release, your legs trembling as you gasped for air. “Charles, I—”

But he didn’t let up. If anything, he worked you harder, his mouth driving you to the brink of overstimulation. You came with a cry, your body arching off the desk as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.

Charles didn’t stop.

Even as your body shook with the intensity of your orgasm, he kept going, his mouth relentless as he pushed you further, his tongue bringing you to the brink of another release. Tears of overstimulation pricked at your eyes as you tried to push him away, but he refused to let go.

“Charles, please,” you gasped, your voice barely a whisper. “I can’t—”

But he wasn’t finished with you yet.

He stood up, his cock still hard and aching as he positioned himself between your legs. “You teased me, love,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. “Now it’s my turn.”

Without another word, he thrust into you, filling you completely in one smooth motion. A low groan escaped him as your body, still trembling from the overstimulation, clenched around him, drawing a deep, guttural moan from his throat.

“God,” he gasped, his hands gripping your waist as he began to move. “You feel… incredible. So tight, taking me so well.”

His hips rocked into yours, and the stretch had you gasping, the overwhelming sensation forcing you to cling to his shoulders. His hands guided you gently, easing you into the rhythm of his thrusts. “Shh, I know, I know” he whispered while stroking your hair, his voice soft with encouragement. “But you’re doing so well, love. Just relax, let me in.”

Your head fell back against the desk, your body trembling with pleasure as Charles’ pace quickened, his hips snapping against yours. Each stroke was deep, deliberate, and the way he filled you... The sounds of his moans, the way his body trembled with need—it was too much.

"Look at you," he groaned, his voice full of praise. "Taking all of me. You're perfect, love. Making me feel so good."

He pulled you up, flipping you onto his lap in one fluid motion, never breaking the connection. His hands gripped your hips as you straddled him, his cock still buried deep inside you. “Ride me,” he gasped, breathless. “I want to watch you take me.”

You began to move, slowly at first, your body still adjusting to his size. His gaze never left yours, full of heat and admiration, making your heart race. The way he looked at you, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, made you pick up the pace. His hands roamed over your curves, his moans growing louder as you bounced on his cock.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust up into you. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum again. You feel… so fucking good around me.”

His head fell back, a broken moan escaping him as he surrendered to the pleasure, his body shuddering beneath you. “Such a good girl for me,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust.

His praise sent you over the edge, your body clenching around him as you cried out his name. Charles followed moments later, his cock pulsing inside you as he spilled into you with a guttural moan, his body trembling beneath yours. He held you close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “So perfect… you’re everything.”

For a long moment, neither of you moved. You stayed tangled together, your breaths coming in heavy gasps as the aftershocks of pleasure washed over you.

As you held yourself above him, Charles’ chest heaved with ragged breaths, his soft blue eyes wide, glistening with vulnerability. You could feel his cock still twitching inside you, every subtle shift of your hips making him shiver. His hands, usually so confident and controlled, rested on your thighs, trembling as though he was afraid to hold you too tightly.

Leaning down, you pressed gentle kisses to his nose, first one freckle, then the other. His lips parted in a quiet, shaky breath as he stared up at you, his face flushed. The tenderness in your gaze made him feel completely exposed, more so than even the intimate position you shared. He whimpered softly, his chest rising and falling beneath your touch, as though he was on the verge of breaking under the weight of it all.

“You’re so beautiful, Charles,” you whispered, your voice soft, like a prayer meant just for him. The words washed over him, sending a shiver down his spine, and his eyes fluttered closed as he tried to absorb the feeling. He had always been the one in control, the powerful telepath who read others like open books, but right now, with you, he felt like the pages of his own were being laid bare.

His lips quivered, and he opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, a soft whimper escaped, high and broken, as his cock twitched inside you again. You barely moved, just a slow, deliberate rock of your hips, but it was enough to send him spiraling.

“No, no… please…” he whimpered, his hands weakly grasping your hips, as if he was trying to stop you from driving him over the edge again, but his grip was loose, almost pleading for the opposite. “I can’t… I can’t take it—” His voice was a desperate, breathless whisper, his body trembling beneath yours.

You leaned down, pressing your forehead against his as your hands cupped his face, thumbs gently stroking the sides of his jaw. “Shh, you’re doing so good for me,” you murmured, brushing your lips against his, the kiss soft and sweet. “You’re perfect, Charles.”

His eyes fluttered open at your words, the praise making his heart ache in the most beautiful way. No one had ever spoken to him like this, with such reverence. “I’m not…” His voice was soft and broken, the vulnerability of being seen like this overwhelming him. “I’m not—”

“You are,” you interrupted gently, kissing him again, your lips lingering on his as you spoke against his mouth. “You’re mine, Charles. Every part of you.”

He whimpered at that, his hips bucking slightly, seeking more of the connection between you even though he was already too sensitive. He was so close to the edge, trembling with the need for release again, but you stayed still, holding him there, making him feel every inch of you, making him feel loved.

“You belong to me,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath as you pressed another kiss to the freckles on his nose. “You’re so beautiful… so perfect.”

He let out a soft cry at the sound of your words, his body tensing beneath you as his cock twitched inside you, already so close just from the way you were speaking to him. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he stared up at you, overwhelmed by how utterly undone he felt. He couldn’t take it— the tenderness, the intimacy, the way you were holding him, speaking to him like he was the most precious thing in the world.

And then you moved again, just barely, a slow, gentle roll of your hips, and it was too much. His breath hitched, and his whole body tensed as he came again, his cock pulsing inside you with barely any movement. He cried out softly, his voice trembling, and you held him through it, whispering soft words of comfort and love as his release washed over him.

His hands clutched weakly at your waist, trying to ground himself as his body trembled beneath you. “I-I can’t believe—” he started, but his voice broke off into a quiet moan as the aftershocks of his orgasm left him completely at your mercy.

You leaned down, pressing your lips to his forehead, then his cheeks, before finally capturing his mouth in a tender, lingering kiss. “You’re mine, Charles,” you repeated softly, your fingers tracing the lines of his face as he lay there, completely spent, his body trembling beneath you.

He nodded weakly, his eyes heavy-lidded, but still filled with awe as he gazed up at you. “Yours,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, and you smiled down at him, brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead.

As you both lay there, still connected, you stayed close, holding him as his breathing slowly steadied. His eyes fluttered closed, his body relaxing completely under your touch, and you kissed him once more, savoring the feeling of having him like this— utterly, completely yours.