Have you read my fiction on wattpad about the famous parallel parking king Joe Jonas?
Hestitate! Yeah that one! So besties itās time to announce i AM CONTINUING IT.
The next book is called UNRAVEL.
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a snippet of the book:
The silence that follows is suffocating, thick and oppressive, pressing down on me until I feel too exposed standing there in front of him. I search his face for any sign of regret, any indication that he'll soften, that he'll take it back.
"I can't carry you too," he says finally, quieter now, but somehow more devastating. "I'm barely holding myself together."
I have a new fanfic on wattpad. Check it out if you want to. Itās about Joe Jonas obviously.
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@mintynight there! Itās called hesitate.
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Hereās a tiny bit of the story, hope it reaches the right audience babes.šŗ
āBefore I could reply, he leaned in slow, deliberate, giving me time to stop him. I didn't.
The kiss was soft at first, his lips tasting like rain and laughter. Then it deepened his hands at my waist, mine tangled in his hoodie, rain dripping from our hair, our clothes sticking to our skin.
He pulled back slightly, breathless, eyes shining. "You know, this would be a lot more romantic if I could see."
I laughed, rainwater running down my cheeks. "You're the one who kissed me in a storm!"
He shrugged, grinning. "I'm dramatic. Comes with the job."
I rolled my eyes, still breathless. "Asshole."
He leaned in again, voice low, teasing. "And you still showed up."ā
That kind of love that tastes like fire and gasoline. The kind you try to leave, but it claws its way back under your skin. Every time.
He hurts you. You hurt him. But somehow, itās still love. Or something like it. Something dangerous, addictive, inevitable.
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warnings: swearing, a bit of aggression, a bit of adult content
push and pull
It was always like this.
One call in the middle of the night.
One word from him.
And I was back.
Back in that goddamn garage, sitting on a workbench, waiting for him like I didn't hate him last week. Like I didn't scream into my pillow and swear I'd never come back.
But here I was. Again.
He came in, shirt half undone, knuckles bruised.
Of course they were. They always were when he missed me.
"Thought you said you were done," he said, tossing his keys down.
"I am."
I was.
I think.
He looked at me like he always did ā like I was his first sin and his last salvation.
And I hated how much I still wanted him.
"You don't get to be pissed, Jax. You're the one who disappears for days and then acts like I'm crazy for needing more than your ghost."
He stepped closer. His voice dropped.
"I never ghost you. I just get lost sometimes."
"You stay lost," I spat, standing up, chest to chest now, fire in my throat. "And then you come back with blood on your hands and my name in your mouth like it means something."
"It does."
He said it too fast.
Too easy.
I laughed ā bitter, broken.
"Then why do I feel like I'm just one more thing you wreck when you can't fix yourself?"
Silence.
Sharp. Thick.
He stepped back. Ran a hand through his hair, the way he always did when he knew I was right but couldn't say it.
"I don't know how to do this right," he finally said.
"I don't know how to love without destroying shit."
I blinked. Tears threatened. But I wouldn't let them fall.
Not for him. Not tonight.
"I don't want perfect, Jax," I whispered. "I just want you to stay."
And then ā just like always ā he kissed me.
Hard. Desperate. Apologetic and selfish in the same breath.
Like if he kissed me hard enough, he could erase every time he made me feel unwanted.
I kissed him back.
Because pain was the only language we ever really spoke fluently.
And this?
This was our mother tongue.
The morning after.
The bedsheets still smelled like him. I was aching for him to be there in the morning. He could be the first thing i see and the first thing that comes to mind.
Leather. Cigarettes. Sweat.
I rolled over and reached for the other side.
Cold.
Of course.
Of fucking course.
His cut was gone from the chair. Boots too. No note.
Not even the half-empty bottle of whiskey he nursed while telling me he'd "figure shit out."
What a fucking joke.
He always said that ā like "figuring it out" was a destination he could actually reach.
I started to believe he was a fucking joke. But i needed him anyway. Nobody understood. Not even us.
I sat up, pulled my knees to my chest.
Naked, except for the ache he always left behind.
In my ribs. In my head. Between my thighs.
This wasn't heartbreak.
It was habit.
A toxic, flesh-burning, soul-rotting habit.
And I let it in every time he knocked.
There was a knock now.
But not on the door.
On the window.
I turned, my heart was racing. I pulled the sheets closer to my body.
It was Tig.
Not Jax.
Of course not. Why would it be.
I slid it open, heart still pounding with the cruel kind of hope you only feel when you know you're about to be disappointed.
"He's gone?" I asked before Tig could say a word.
He looked at me, face heavy.
Didn't nod. Didn't speak. Just looked.
Which was worse. I hated when they did this. Everyone knew but everyone stayed quiet.
"Right," I whispered. "Thanks."
"You okay?" he finally said, softly, as if anyone in this club ever really was.
I laughed once. Bitter. I wasnāt even looking at him. I was staring the other side of the bed. The empty one.
"No. But I will be."
Tig didn't say more. He knew better.
He walked off and I closed the window, pulled the blanket around me, and sat there ā in the wreckage of what last night almost felt like love.
But Jax never gave me love.
He gave me nights.
Then ghosts.
And I was tired of kissing the dead.
He didnāt even showed up until
the next couple of weeks. I was devastated. It was hard to admit that he was the only thing in my mind.
I was sipping a drink, head tilted back in laughter ā for the first time in weeks ā when I felt it.
That stare.
Across the room, jaw clenched, fist tight around a glass he didn't even realize was almost cracking in his hand. His hair was beautifully slicked back, his eyes were cold and yet still a gorgeous ice blue. His rings almost jingled on that glass as he nervously tapped it.
His eyes were fire.
But his body didn't move.
Not at first.
Then he did. It was actually scarier than the last time i saw him like this. I let out a deep sigh and was trying not to cry. Hard to admit it.
Walked straight up like the guy was already dead in his head.
Didn't even look at me.
"Back the fuck off," Jax said to him, low and lethal.
The guy blinked, confused.
"I didn't know she was takenā"
"She's not," i snapped. He was cold, at first he looked at him. Only him.
But Jax didn't even flinch.
He turned to me. And God, the look...
Like he hated me for trying to heal.
Like he loved me too much to let me.
"You tryna forget me?" he asked, voice hoarse.
"I've been trying," i said.
"Every time you leave. And for fucks sake. There was plenty of time.ā
Silence.
Tension that could split skin.
"Get in the bike," he growled. "Now."
I stood my ground.
"I'm not yours to order, Jax."
His nostrils flared. He looked wrecked. Violent. Vulnerable.
And all at once, i knew: this was jealousy.
But it was more. Way more than that.
He thought he lost me for real this time.
He stepped closer.
Voice low.
"I can't watch you be with someone else, darlin'. I'll kill somethin'. Maybe him. Maybe everyone in this fucking place."
I stared back, throat tight. Stomach dropped, heart pounding. The habit that we canāt break.
āCan you get your head out of your fucking ass right now? I am not yours, Jackson.ā
āWell, you didnāt say that when i was inside of you.ā He spat out the sentence like it was nothing. Gave me a look that only an arrogant asshole could.
āGo fuck yourself. Or every other chick in town like you always do.ā
There she was. My other side.
āMouthyā¦ Huh? You jealous? Maybe if you tried harder i would actually stayed with you all the god damn time and i wouldnāt need a fucking whore to do what you unfortunately canāt.ā
He gave me a filthy look. He said it with venom. With filth.
Like he wanted to hurt me ā really hurt me ā just to feel something.
He did.
He raised his voice at me. That was the last drop. I raised my hand and i gave him a huge slap in his face.
The slap echoed like a gunshot across the room.
My palm stung. His face turned red where it landed.
He blinked. Jaw clenched. Eyes full of fury and something darker ā shame.
I stepped back, shaking from the disappointment and the adrenaline.
āJealous of what? You sick son of a bitch! Donāt you dare talk to me like that again. Iām done. For good.ā
And then suddenly i felt the urge to leave. I could not hold them tears anymore. I left, slamming the door behind me. I drove home. My house, my home. It was empty, dark, cold and silent.
I was still in shock. Not that deep. But it was unpleasant for me. I had nothing to do just sitting on the couch in the living room. I smokes almost a whole pack of cigarettes.
He showed up two hours later.
Knuckles bruised ā probably from punching a wall or someone who looked at him wrong.
Eyes wild. High on regret and low on words.
He banged on my door.
"Open the fuckin' doorā
I didn't.
"I swear to Godāplease. Just let me talk."
I was considering it for a few minutes. Figured he can wait. And i opened it. A cigarette still in my hand, his white shirt around my upper body.
But I didn't say a word.
He stepped inside like he'd been drowning and I was the only shore left.
"I didn't mean that shit," he said, voice low, hoarse. "I was pissed. Jealous. Fucked up."
"You think I wanted to touch them bitches? That shit meant nothing. I was trying to make you feel what I felt."
"Congratulations," I snapped. "It worked."
Silence.
Then
"You're the only one who gets under my skin like this. The only one who makes me feel. And I don't know how to handle it, okay? I ruin shit. That's what I do."
I stepped up to him, eyes blazing.
"You didn't ruin this, Jax. You killed it. Slowly. With every lie. Every time you made me feel like I wasn't enough."
He stared at me. Something breaking in his face.
Something real.
Then he grabbed me.
Fist in my shirt. Mouth on mine.
No apologies now. Just teeth and tongue and rage.
I kissed him like i hated him.
Because part of me did.
He lifted me up and slammed me against the wall.
My legs wrapped around his waist like instinct.
I tugged his bright blonde hair, bit his juicy bottom lip ā and he groaned like it hurt and turned him on at the same time.
"You make me fucking crazy," he growled.
"Good," I spat. "Go crazy."
Every sound was a confession neither of i could ever say out loud.
"You think anyone else could fuck you like this?" he snarled into my neck.
"I think anyone else wouldn't treat me like garbage," I gasped.
"But they wouldn't make you scream like this."
He smiled. That smileā¦
My nails dragged down his chest.
His hand slid under your thigh, lifting me up.
My legs wrapped around his waist like instinct, like home.
āThis what you missed?ā he growled, grinding into you.
āNo,ā i lied, biting his lip. āThis is just closure.ā
āBullshit,ā he groaned. āYouāre mine. Still. Always.ā
His thrusts were rough. His grip was bruising.
I pulled his gorgeous hair.
He choked on a moan when your mouth hit that spot behind his ear.
āYou fuck me like you hate me,ā I gasped out of breath.
āI do,ā he growled into my neck. āI hate how much I need you.ā
My body trembled. I came undone beneath him, against him, with him.
And stillāit wasnāt enough.
We laid on the floor after, tangled in the sheets we didnāt even make it to.
My skin was marked. My lips were swollen. My breathāshaky.
Jax lay next to me, hand over his eyes like he couldnāt face what he just did. His body was unbelievably wonderful in those lights. There were barely any, just the small ones coming through the blinds from the street.
āIām gonna lose you,ā he murmured.
āYou already did,ā I whispered. I closed my eyes knowing i might not have been honest this time.
But your hand still reached for his.
Because no matter how fucked up it was, his fire was the only one ever warmed me.
itās been a while since i have been able to write. I had so much going on. I slowly fell in love again with Sons Of Anarchy so whatās better than a nice Jax Teller x Reader fiction.
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Quiet nights
It happened after a fight. Not between usābetween Jax and a man who should've known better than to touch what wasn't his.
"You know you don't have to beat the shit out of everyone who comes near me."
I almost raised my voice. I wasn't angry at him, i was angry at the situation. Again.
"I don't like when people don't know where the fucking line is."
His jaw clenched. His hands were still in a fistful state. A small amount of blood was dried on his knuckles.
"For fucks sake..."
"What is your problem now?"
His eyes were still dark and gave me a slightly terrifying feeling.
"You act like i am some kind of trophy. Ya don't fucking own me, Teller."
I looked into his threatening eyes, maybe for too long. His face changed as i began to walk away. All i wanted to do is take a shower and get a sleep. With or without him.
But i didn't left. This was not a big of a deal,
but i still wanted to be able to think straight. He did things, bad ones, i couldnāt even name all of those.
I needed some time to think, some
time alone. I was fed up with that day. The work was long and draining and to be absolutely honest i didn't needed a family gathering. Or whatever you call it. It was always a mess, chaos and i was relieved when nobody died that night.
But i heard a faint sound coming from the clubhouse. The noise of the crowd started to lower, but they were still having some sort of fun. It was 3 a.m. in the morning.
I took a sip from the cold beer that's been in my hand for almost two hours.
Chibs didn't look at me right away. Just exhaled smoke, staring out into the dark like he'd already had the whole conversation in his head.
Then, without any facial expression, he said,
"So... you and Jackie boy, then."
My stomach dropped.
"Daā"
"Don't lie to me, lass," he cut in, finally turning to face me. His eyes were tired, but sharp. Always sharp. "I see the way he looks at ye. Like he's already lost ye, and hasn't even earned ye yet."
I didn't know what to say. Just sitting there, waiting for him to fight with me. Again.
Chibs stepped closer. His voice dropped, not angry ā never cruel ā but full of that heavy, fatherly ache only men like him carry.
"Listen, I love that lad. Jax is like my own blood. But he's bleedin' poison sometimes, do ya hear me?"
He pointed a rough, inked finger at my chest.
"And you ā you've got a soft heart, love. A heart he could crush without even meanin' to."
"I know what I'm doing," I whispered.
"Aye," he nodded. "That's what all o' us think, right before everythin' goes to shit."
I felt the sting in my eyes, but I held it back. I'd never cried in front of him. Not once.
He sighed and ran a hand down his face, softer now.
"I don't want to see you broken over a boy who doesn't know whether he's diggin' graves or buildin' homes."
"He makes me feel... like I'm not invisible. Like someone finally sees me, Da."
Chibs looked at me long and hard, then flicked the cigarette away and gently put a hand on my cheek.
"Oh, love," he murmured, thick with affection and pain, "He sees you, sure. But I just pray to God he knows what he's lookin' at."
A long pause. His voice dropped to a whisper.
"Because if he breaks ye... I'll have to break him. And it'll ruin me, too."
I nodded, swallowing down the ache.
And in that silence, the only thing louder than the night was the sound of both our hearts cracking just a little.
āCome on in, my love. Donāt be out here alone.ā
He held out his hand waiting for me to pull up.
I finally gave up on the fight and get back to the bar, to Juice.
āWhat can i get you, beautiful?ā
He asked politely as he placed a glass in front of me.
āWhiskey on the rocks.ā
I sat down beside Tig. He was talking about some blonde chick who was trying to get in his pants but Clay had different ideas about that. I smiled a bit, started to have fun again.
ā āKay lads. I need a cigarette and fresh air. Be right back.ā
I said it with confidence, then opened the door with my leg. I placed a cigarette in my mouth and began to search my lighter.
āFor fucks sake.ā
I heard steps again. Slow, but steady steps.
I immediately felt his presence as he opened that damn door.
Blood still dotted his knuckles when he came outside. The sun started to rise, bleeding the sky into deep orange and yellow, like bruises across the horizon.
I was waiting, arms crossed, pacing like I always did when I knew he was losing pieces of himself for someone else's war.
"You didn't have to hit him that hard," I said, voice low, shaking. The silence nearly killed me i had to say something. Thatās the way i am.
Because the truth was, I wasn't scared of him.
I was scared for him.
He walked toward me slowly. Controlled. Like a lion that hadn't eaten in days but was trying to be gentle.
"Yeah," he said, stopping just inches away. "I did."
I could smell the adrenaline on him. Motor oil, sweat, danger, all of it tangled in that wild energy that pulsed under his skin. His breath came a little too fast, like his body was still in fight mode but his eyes ā his eyes were on me. Only me.
I looked up, and he looked down, and something unspoken passed between us. A shift. Like the final click of a locked door swinging open.
Then he grabbed my face.
Not rough, not soft ā just real. His hands warm and calloused, trembling slightly with whatever emotion he refused to name.
He kissed me.
And it wasn't polite. It wasn't careful.
It was a firestorm.
His lips crashed into mine with years of pain and guilt and longing behind them. It felt like he was pouring everything he'd never been able to say straight into my mouth, trying to burn it into my bones.
I kissed him back like I'd been waiting my whole life for this one mistake.
His hands tangled in my hair. Mine slid under his cut, fingers pressed into his back like I needed proof he was really there. That this moment was real. That he was real.
When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless.
Foreheads pressed together. Eyes closed. Hearts thudding like thunder.
School started like three weeks ago and i got into a flap. I have lot to do but i overly enjoy writing (itās a safe place for me) so there is some comforting stuff to all my anxious and a bit lost human beings. Lots of love to you all. Hope you are doing well!
Itās a bit messed up i know. It is past midnight and i have to wake up at 5 a.m. Yeah, school sucks. :D
I have a lot to do. If my head wasn't attached to my body i would lost it too in the mess of life i am having lately.
James is out there, pretending he's alright and smiling like there is no problem in this world. At least he is okay with his own life, his new movie just came out and he's happy he is busy again with these things. He loves the vibrant type of life and he enjoys every moment of the spotlight.
It's been like a month since we last acted like a couple because of the movie. The interviews, the talk shows. I had enough of them, and i was beyond proud of him, i was more excited than ever but i missed him. I missed our late night talking and our secret dates out there and the bunch of other things that a normal loving couple would do.
He came home late at night. It was a messy tuesday night and i had enough. I was exhausted and i felt like i could cry for eighteen hours straight. Everything was messed up, i had to face the fact that nothing is working out like the way i would want to.
ā Love, i'm home! ā I heard his voice downstairs as he put down his keys.
ā Hey! ā I swallowed my tears. He came up to me. His eyes were bloody red from the tiredness. He was quite weak and all he did was sit on the bed next to me. I sighed as i put my head onto his shoulder and i felt the rush of happiness mixed with dreariness inside of my chest.
A few drops of tears came out of my eyes and i couldn't help but hugged his arm like a little girl. I was shaking from anxiety.
ā What is wrong, love? ā His voice filled with surprise, more like a caring tone.
ā I... ā My voice cracked like a broken glass and i gasped for air. My lungs were filled with air but i couldn't breathe. I was afraid to admit that i had been in such a bad situation.
ā Fuck, darling. Why are you crying? What's wrong? What happened? ā He scooped up my cheeks as he turned to me.
ā I feel so alone. I feel like a failure and i... ā He listened carefully. He looked deeply into my eyes and he was concerned about my feelings.
ā Yes, i am here. Please, continue!
ā I miss you and i know i can't make you stay here when you have a lot of things going on. More valuable things than anything that i do but i... I am nearly 30 and you are doing so fine at fourty-something and i am feeling miserable...
He almost chuckled at my last sentence. I didn't even know what was happening in my head. I was just piffle around. I had so many information in my head. They all wanted to come out all in one.
ā Y/N, don't. You have a lot to do too, just because you are not in this industry it doesn't mean you are not as important as any other working person. As any other person. ā He took a deep breath. He caressed my cheeks with his thumb and moved closer towards me. ā You are a woman. You have been through hell and back. You are the most amazing, strong, hardworking, caring woman i've ever met. Don't underestimate yourself. You are more than enough.
ā Okay, but...
ā No, no, no. Not a single "but". Come here.
He opened his arms and hugged me.
ā I love you. ā I whispered into the nothingness. My heartbeat slowly dropped down to normal, and i felt the cosy warmth in my body.
ā I love you too, darling. ā He placed a kiss on my head. His hug tightened around me. I felt his presence. I was finally able to feel him again. I was more than relaxed and relieved. I was listening to his heartbeat as we laid down. We were still cuddling as he placed a blanket on our tired bodies.
ā I would enjoy a nice breakfast tomorrow. At our favourite place. I hope you would like it too. ā He put his hand on my back and he caressed my lower back. He said those things with a nice low tone.
ā I'd love that. ā I was trying to hide my excitement.
ā Okay love. We should get a good sleep before that. ā He whispered into my ears and gave me a long kiss before i could say anything.
The morning after i got up with such an enthusiastic smile. I tapped his side of the bed and i felt terrible again when i found out he was missing.
ā Oh god... ā I mumbled to myself.
I heard a big clashing noise coming from the kitchen downstairs. I felt some kind of relief and places my head back on the pillow.
He opened the door with his leg, and i noticed a cup of coffee in his hand.
ā I know, we are heading out for breakfast but i also know you wouldn't leave the house without one. ā He talked like he is a genius and handed me the mug.
ā Thank you! ā I smiled in joy as i smelled the double espresso.
ā Your bad habit, ma'am. How could i forget. ā He placed a cigarette inside my mouth and lighted for me. I couldnāt help but smile as he put the lighter into his pocket.
ā What a gentleman. ā I laughed at his words and i put the cigarette down in the ashtray as i sipped my coffee. His admiration was so strong that i could sense it from miles. His eyes were sparkling and he let out a kind chuckle. He sat down on the couch and watched me enjoying my first "meal" of the day.
ā You know i will always be here for you, love.
His comforting presence gave me a wholesome feeling. His words were pure and genuine as he looked deeply into my eyes.
Hey loves! Hope youāre all having a great morning/day/night. Okay so here we go again. I can't put down my phone when it comes to writing so let's go. Yeah i kinda went deep into writing and i am glad i did. Hope youāre all feeling the same! Today i bring you another one with our man James.
warnings: smut, bit of ch0king, curse words, alcohol, tobacco products
James McAvoy x Reader <3
it is a bit long, hope you donāt mind it!
(more than 3k words)
Drunk In Love
Luckily you were invited for the after party of the premiere of Split, since you worked with the crew. You are a set designer. You were a bit nervous to be in the same exact room with the whole crew of move Split. It was sweet to remember all the actors from the set of the movie, and how much they were so different. Especially James. He seemed to be very enthusiastic about his job. You looked up to him because of this.
āāāāāāāāāāā
I was anxiously fidgeting with my empty hand since the other was full of with a glass of expensive champagne. I was wearing a nice black dress with red bottomed high heels. My necklace sparkled in the yellowish light as i walked past the actors. I sat down to the table that had my name tag on it.
"How are you my beautiful Y/N?"
My smile grew bigger as i looked at Elizabeth, my coworker. She was my favourite woman in the whole set. Eliza was in her fifties but if i didn't know, i wouldn't tell.
"Kinda nervous. You know i get nervous when i smell too much millionaires."
I joked around as i took a sip from the champagne.
"It is okay, darling. May you join me for another one?"
She raised her glass up a bit so i could see it. It was empty. I nodded.
We went for drinks and I knew that if someone recognise her we must have to stop and have a chat. It happened that way. She was a very talented designer so she gained some fame along the way.
"Enjoying the gathering?"
A man came up to her and stroked her arm.
"Yes James, thank you. You were amazing in the movie dear. I knew yellow was your colour. Especially when you were half naked. Not so unfortunately that happened many times. We liked it, didnāt we, Y/N?" She let put a small laugh as she was toying around with me, poking the side of my torso. I smiled, tried to hold back my laughter, looking down to my shoes. "Are you enjoying this shitshow?"
She winked. She was a very charming woman and she had huge confidence in her hands. One more thing about her. Her husband was the director.
"Yeah, kinda enjoy it, yes. And you, Ms.?"
He was basically asking for my name as he turned to me.
"Yes Mr. McAvoy."
I held out my hand.
"Y/N Y/L/N."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, i think we have met before..." He held it, instead of shaking it he gave a short kiss to my hand.
"Okay kids, i will go enjoy my drink from a nice distance. Get to know each other."
And i haven't mentioned... She read people like books.
"Yes, we met before. I was the woman who rushed back and forth with the props. I think i helped Elizabeth with your clothes when you playedā¦ Hedwig i guess."
"Yes! I remember now. Sorry, there was so many things happening on the set."
He scratched his head and smiled a bit awkwardly because of the fact he forgot me.
"It's okay, Mr. McAvoy. I'm not that recognisable and memorable human being."I smiled at him as he shook his head.
"No it's nothing like that. You are an amazing artist, love. You know... Fuck it let's have a drink. It would be a pleasure if you join me for a cigarette too."He looked at me with questioning what i want.
"A scotch please." I searched for the pack of cigarettes in my purse. As i came to realisation i don't have it in there i just took the glass of bourbon.
"Am i not scotch enough for the lady?" He joked around as he opened the back door for me.
"Trust me, you are scotch enough." I laughed softly at his comment. He gave me a cigarette, and he took one out for himself too.
"I'm not a big smoker, i just do it occasionally." He started to explain it to me like i was a parent of his.
"Okay, Mr. McAvoy, i deeply understand you at this point, thank you." I joked around with him until he lightened my cig.
"Call me James, sweetheart. I like it when women are saying my name like that, but i guess it is just a weird kink of mine." He looked me in the eyes and we remained serious for a couple of seconds before he burst out laughing at the same time as i did. After the fifth glass of whiskey i was having a really great time. I let myself go with his flow, i took all of his dirty jokes very well. When i shot back with an even dirtier one, i enjoyed watching his eyes grow wider. It was always the mixture of surprise and amusement on his face. I thought he was as unpleasant as the other millionaires i have ever met but it was a a pleasant surprise that James had more up his sleeves than other people. It was like two totally freak laughing their ass of in the first step in a concrete stair. He was charming, he made me blush a lot. But i never let him know that i enjoy him doing that. It was my body that told him. And his body told me some things too.
"Well, James. I must say i had a great time with you, but i guess it's time for me to go." He gave a small, bitter laugh before he refuted me. He was admiring me. His eyes was scanning the whole body of mine. I stood up, his eyes were following my silhouette and he copied my activity.
"Where do you want to go love?" He placed two fingers under my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. His fascinating ice cold blue eyes.
"Well, i don't see a ring on your finger." I said with a smile, completely ignoring his question.
"No ring. Yet." He took a step closer, closing the gap between us, and placing his hands on my sides, gently pressing me against the cold wall of the building behind me. He leaned in, his breath brushing against the shell of my ear, whispering.
"If you want to enjoy my company for the rest of the night, i had to make sure." I looked into his dreamy eyes as it darkened under the weak lighting. He was breathtaking in that suit. He let his hands rest on my hips as he let out a small chuckle at my statement. His fingers curled into the fabric of my skirt.
"And now, that you know that I am very much single..." His gaze grew more intense as it traveled down my body to the hem of my skirt, his eyes lingering there for a moment before looking back up.
He gave me a passionate kiss, as i leaned closer to his body.
"Yeah, James. You may take me home."
His arms tightened around my body and a sly smile played upon his lips as our kiss deepened. In that moment, James could scarcely believe his luck meeting such a beautiful, captivating woman, who was all too willing to leave the boring party with him. He pulled back slightly and met my gaze, his voice dropping to a lower register.
"Let's go, darling."
I totally forgot about how drunk we were, but he had a private driver anyway. We quickly and inconspicuously got into his black Mercedes and he told the driver to take us home. He couldn't keep his hands to himself. The whole ride was overheated with sexual tension between James and me.
We arrived at his place, actually, that was more like a palace. He opened the door for me, and turned the lights on before he suddenly got on my lips.
He couldn't get enough of me. His hands roamed over my body as if they had a mind of their own, desperate to feel every inch of my soft skin. He leaned in close, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of my neck, whispering breathless words against my skin.
"You're addicting as fuck."
At this point i couldn't decide if he was speaking from his mind, his heart or his erection. Or this was all about the big amount of alcohol in his system. "You can't complain either."
"If i remember correctly... I never did."
'What a sassy bastard. I think i like him.'
He lead me to the bedroom of his, unzipping my dress while he was stealing kisses from me. His eyes darkened with desire. It didn't take long to reach a bedroom, his mouth never leaving me for a moment. He took my dress of, as his eyes filled with lust and admiration. I began to unbutton his shirt, and the moment i took it off of him, i nearly gasped in ecstasy. He pushed me gently onto the bed, his body hovering over mine as his hands began to explore the curves underneath him. His fingers danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He chuckled softly, the vibration of his laughter tickling my stomach. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I felt his hardness pressing against me, I couldn't help but pulled him closer.He's got a wicked grin on his face, eyes locked onto mine. His fingers brush against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
"Ah, you're gettin' bold, lady." he whispers in that smooth Scottish accent of his.
He leans in close, lips inches from mine.
"I want you."
I whispered to his lips, as i caressed his naked upper body. He took off his pants and tossed it to somewhere in the room. He leaned closer for a kiss and i pulled over a bit. I was teasing him so hard, he almost lost his mind. He chuckles, a low, husky sound, and his eyes flash with desire.
"Oh, you're a wicked one, aren't you?"
He leans in closer still, his breath hot against my skin as he whispers.
"I've got just the thing for a ladies like you."
His hand slides down to cup my sex through my clothes, his fingers tracing the outline of me through the fabric.
"God damn, James."
I let out a small moan. He went lower than i expected, slowly pulled down my red panties. I slide fingers through his hair as he left kisses on my stomach. He looks up at me, his eyes burning with intensity, as he continues to leave a trail of kisses down my stomach.
"Ah, you are so bloody beautiful," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. His fingers slide further down, parting my folds and finding the source of my pleasure. I feel his tongue playing with my clit. He found just the right spots in and out for me to almost lose my mind. I was moaning in pleasure as the scottish went down on me. He looked me into the eyes and i saw a little egotistical smile on his face. I felt everything at once, and it was magical. He's got a wicked glint in his eye, and he's clearly loving every second of this.
"Ah, you're so responsive, Y/N" he whispers, his voice muffled by my flesh. He continues to lick and suck me with renewed intensity, sending me spiraling into a vortex of pleasure. He suddenly got up and i almost lost my shit. I looked up to him in absolute disbelief. He let out a charming chuckle as he got back to kissing my lips. I felt his hardened cock against my womanly part, made me blush.
"Look at you."
I wiped off my remains from his beard and pulled him back to my lips. He lifted up his head as he pressed two of his fingers inside of my mouth. I was soaking wet already, but when he ran his fingers covered my own saliva along my pussy, i moaned for him. He was doing something right and i felt my heart racing. He grins down at me, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on me.
"You are so fuckin' hot when you moan for me like that." he growls. He positions himself between my legs, the head of his cock teasing my entrance.
"Tell me how badly you want it" he demands, his voice low and commanding.
"So bad. I want it so bad James."
I licked my lips and ran my fingers through his beautiful brownish hair. He sent shivers down my spine as he slipped his cock inside. I felt every inch pounding inside of me. We both moaned as he buried his head into the meeting of my shoulders and my neck. I couldn't take my eyes off of his veiny arms which had attractively tense muscles. He's got his eyes closed, lost in the moment, as he starts to pump into me with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
"Ah, you are so tight" he whispers against my skin. His hips flex and release, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
"Look at me." he growls, his voice low and husky. He opens his eyes and meets mine, our gazes locked in a fierce connection. He keeps pounding me. The rough kisses and the excellent work of his waist pushed me to my edges. I deepened my red nails into the skin of his back, making him moan. My legs started shaking and my back arched for him, just for him to make faster moves and bite my shoulder. I was looking at him with playfulness in my eyes, as i took a deep breath. After catching my breath from the lack of oxygen, i turned the situation around. I was straddling him and looked deeply into his eyes. He was sweating, his lips were wet and a bit apart from each other. He was catching his breath too. But i couldn't let him as i sit comfortably onto his cock. He's got a look of pure lust on his face, and he's clearly struggling to keep himself in check as I start to move on top of him.
"Fuck." he groans, his hands gripping my hips tightly. He looks up at me with those intense eyes of his, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You are so fuckin' hot like this." he growls. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as I continue to ride him, slowly building towards our shared climax.
"Yes, James!"
I let out a loud scream as i looked up to the ceiling. His hand was on my throat, grabbing it just right.
"Or should i call you Mr. McAvoy now? "
I slowed down and lead closer to him. Our lips were inches away. I loved teasing him. He chuckles darkly, the sound sending vibrations through my core.
"I think you can call me whatever you like," he purrs. His hand slides from my throat to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "You are in control here, sweetheart " he whispers. But even as he says this, his hips are starting to buck up into me again, a telltale sign of how close we both are. I leaned toward him to invite him to a playful, passionate kiss. I started to ride him faster and i placed my hands on his chest. I almost cried out loud when he hit my most precious spot inside of me. I felt his hand tightened around my neck, made me feel hornier than ever.
"Oh god, James! Oh god..." I shut my eyes in pleasure, moving my hips a little slowly. He's got a triumphant grin on his face, and he's clearly loving the fact that he's got me right where he wants me.
"Ah, you are so close." he whispers against my ear. His hand tightens around my neck just a little more, and I can feel his cock pulsing inside of me as he starts to come. "Open yer eyes," he growls. I do as I'm told, meeting his gaze with mine as we both reach our climax together. He chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through his chest. I got back to bed. Lying next to him was a dream. I placed my head on his chest and felt my heart pounding like crazy. He caressed my head as i drew little circles on his abs with the tip of my fingers. I felt his heart too. It was beating fast, but then again so calming. Feeling the temperature of his body, his breath was getting back to normal.
"I guess i haven't really had the opportunity to say i like your accent." I said with a calm tone. I still couldn't raise my head up.
"Ah, you're a wee bit of a charmer, aren't you? You could've just say it while i was inside of you." He laughed at his own joke, made me chuckle. His hand continues to caress my head, and I can feel his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my scalp.
"I'm glad you like my accent," he says, his voice warm and husky. He pauses for a moment before continuing. "I've always thought it was one of my best features."
"Yeah. It is one of the best feature of yours. There's another one that i cannot say now."
I playfully let out a small chuckle and finally looked up to him. I couldn't help but started to think about this time we spent together. It wasn't that long but i enjoyed every second with him. He made me feel comfortable and happy. It made me kinda unpleasant to think it was just another one night stand. He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Ah, I think you're getting a wee bit too comfortable with me, love." he says, his voice low and teasing. His hand slides up to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw.
"But don't worry about it being just another one-night stand," he whispers. His gaze is intense and serious for a moment before softening into a warm smile.
"I've got plans for you."
"Is that a problem? Me being comfortable with you?" I playfully raised an eyebrow. "I guess we were more than a bit comfortable with each other."
He chuckles, a low and husky sound. "Aye, we were more than comfortable with each other" he agrees. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles. "Problem? No, not at all," he says. His hand slides down to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "I rather like it."
"I like you. " I gently put a kiss on his lips, and take a deep breath.Ā "Crazy scottish."
He laughs, a warm and happy sound.
"Ah, you're a wee bit crazy yourself" he says, his eyes sparkling with amusement. His lips curve into a smile as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close.
English is totally not my first language and i hope i spelled everything perfectly. I hope you enjoy it.
(Please be nice.)
James McAvoy x Reader
words: 1500
Romantic, isnāt it?
You were so close to getting insane, considered to the fact that you were all alone in North Scottland in a huge property. You had so many things to do but your social skills were all out and you havenāt got any energy lately. You felt the psychical pain of being alone, being without him. You felt terrible every time you saw him on tv, wishing he could have been there with you. But you knew it was impossible. If he wasnāt in the set of the āX-Men: Days of Future Pastā, he was out there doing interviews, talking about the movie, promoting all of the little piece of it for the world. Your caffeine addiction went on another level, your mental health was falling into the nothingness. You always knew there was this risk of being with James but this never really affected your relationship. Itās been six months since he left.
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It was a rainy morning of a thursday. It was almost templated how i went to work every weekdays, how i made my coffee and breakfast and headed out to the town. I sat down to my desk and made my day better than nothing with paperwork and telephone calls. I was exhausted by doing almost nothing but sitting down and force my mind to calm itself down was really doing something to me. In my early days i was working as a designer a graphic designer and a set designer at all in once. I had three jobs as i quit the graphic designer one. I was so full of ideas and things that i had to do for the sets and the movies but in that exact week i was doing some manager work. Some celebrities were almost like children when it came to their jobs and careers but i enjoyed working with them. I was helping them apply to work and put their life in order.
"Hello, love. It is your man on the television, isnāt it?"
My friend asked me with a lowered voice. She was nearly whispering.
"Yes, indeed."
I said it with a monotone tone, heading back to my desk. It was four in the afternoon that meant that i almost finished for that day. Excellent.
"What is wrong with you?"
She asked. Curiosity rushed through her eyes and she furrowed her brows.
"Itās justā¦ You knowā¦ Workā¦"
I looked into her eyes.
"Canāt lie to me. Now tell me the real āwrongā."
She was following me to the desk. She was standing there, staring at me like a freak trying to read my mind.
"I miss him."
"Oh, love. I understand that."
The pityā¦ That was the ultimate reason for me to not tell anyone about it. I am not a silly teenager anymore. I can handle this. At least that is what i thought. She knew from the very beginning, i told her first that we were a thing with James. We tried hard to hide from the world. We did great since in our four years of relationship there was only rumours about us. Jamesā manager did great with hiding things from everyone. I put my phone on the charger in the corner of my office. When it started to buzzing like hell, i raised my head up and started to feel a little bit anxious.
"Hey dear!"
A familiar voice came from the other side. My heart dropped and i sat down as i raised the phone to my ear.
"Hi James. How are you?"
I couldnāt help but smile to myself.
"Iām alright love. I am fine. What about my precious woman?"
He asked with a calm voice, made me feel warm from the inside out.
"I miss you."
I pursed my lips together and biting them in anxiety.
"I miss you too. But hey! Itās alright. At least you wonāt get bored of me ."
He said jokingly. I heard his keys jingling in his hand. He opened his car and i heard a big sigh of exhaustion.
"Donāt be ridiculous James.ā
I cleared my throat.
"You know it was a joke. Baby i need to go now. My manager set the date of my interview for 17.20 and i am nowhere to be found."
He chuckled a bit at his own words.
"āKay. Love you."
"Love you too, Y/N. Take care."
He said softly as he hung up the call.
Devastated maybe, that is the right word to use for my situation in my head. I put down the phone started to pack my things up. Another day without him. Another night. I slept a bit better knowing that he is safe wherever he was. He sent me a picture of himself enjoying travelling. I felt the butterflies in my stomach as i looked into his eyes on the picture. I was like a girl who stalked her crushās instagram. At least that was i did that morning. What can possibly be a more joyful project than this at seven in the morning when i almost just woke up from a coma.
Itās a little funky isnāt it? We are halfway there you donāt need to wait for too long.
I smiled at the mobile. I was totally in love. Until i realised i was late from work. I was in a hurry i didnāt even packed anything for the day. I was messed up but when i walked into the office i acted like i was a complete collected and mindful young lady with an attitude. I needed to go to the theatre to set some things right. I thought i must do some of my costume work. At reality i collected myself at almost one in the afternoon. I was stressed, anxious and never recovered from the fact that i was so tired that day. There was so much material, needle, threads, my ideas sketched on papers and stuff like that. I needed to make some tidying up because the room was a mess. I almost finished the costume, as i sat back down to my chair. It was dark out there already. I felt the coldish wind rushed through the room. I packed my things. I deemed the costume ready for that day. I headed home. It was pitch dark in the house as i walked in. I made myself a nice dinner and poured a glass of red wine. I sat down in the bedroom and started to watch an interview with Graham Norton. It was cosy to be honest it felt like some sort of meditation. There was Hugh sitting on the red couch. Next to him there was Michael and James. Hugh was beyond excited and kind as he enthusiastically talked to Graham. He had a lot of laughs with him and Michael. James seemed a bit off that day. I saw the problems on his face. I chuckled a bit at his attitude. I lighted up a cigarette near the window and i looked out to the busy street for a moment.
I sighed in discomfort. I was listening to their chit chat and laughs on the television. When they started to sing 'Afrika' by Toto. I zoned out a bit but when i heard Jamesā laugh i immediately looked back to the screen.
I heard the door opening and i tossed the cigarette stub out in fear. I almost spat out my heart in fright my pulse was racing and my head started pounding. The door opened and i saw a huge bouquet of flowers. The head was slowly peeking out behind the flowers and i nearly fell over the window.
"Oh godā¦"
I gasped in disbelief as he walked over to me. I looked at the tv and then to him in awe just like it was some kind of a lucid dream.
"Hello love."
He handed me the roses and gave me a kiss to my forehead while i enjoyed the scent of the flowers.
"Hi."
I whispered to the thin air. I put down the flowers and i gave him a thigh squeeze.
"I think i told you a million times not to smoke in here."
He smiled at me and poked my nose.
"Well, i think you should be at London shooting interviews and chatting with famous people."
My sassy attitude came in handy for the moment. I held him closer, and gave him a kiss.
"That was a bit cockyā¦ but i guess you are right. I missed you."
He looked into my eyes with his cold blue ones, and spinned me around.
"You look cute with Michael."
I teased him a bit before i gave another kiss on his forehead.
"Thank you love."
He laughed with nothing but pure joy.
"I am thinking about inviting him over for dinner someday."
"We are free this weekend. You should give it a shot."
I havenāt seen too much James McAvoy/Charles Xavier kind of things, so i thought iāll dig deeper into this and start writing some more things about James.
Iām kinda new here, i like to read a lot but i havenāt got a chance to write here. Here we are, let me know it you have something in mind or feel free to share your requests.
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