robbies letter

- shy glances whenever you’re in the same room

- passing notes whenever you want to communicate during the day because asriel doesn’t trust anyone at the college

- quick kisses in the hallway when you’re both sure that you two are alone

- although quick, they were exhilarating

- having long conversations in your asriel’s bedroom about your pasts, your future and basically your life in general 

- long and heated kisses whenever asriel tells you he’s leaving for his next expedition 

- there’s a lot of tears on your end and asriel gently kisses them away

- the sex is long and passionate, making you beg for him not to leave

- and asriel promises you, time and time again, that it will be all over soon and you’ll finally be together 

- after your passionate love making, you’d ask asriel if you could go with him. your fingers gliding up his back

- asriel would sigh, pecking your forehead, before explaining the dangers of his expeditions

- “besides, who would look after lyra?”

- “is that all that I am to you?”

- “no, of course not.” he’d lean down to kiss your lips, “but you’re the only one i could trust in this whole institute to look after her.”

- receiving encrypted letters from asriel as he doesn’t want anyone to read the vulnerability he had written in his letters

- he writes about how he misses you; misses your touch, your kiss, your body, the aroma that intoxicates him whenever you reach your high as he thrusts into you

- he writes about the beauty of the world and how no camera can do the scenery justice

- when he returns, it’s extremely difficult to not run into his arms and kiss him senseless, right there in front of everyone. but you hold back

- of course, the second you were alone, you were all over each other

- hands and lips roaming your bodies hungrily

- “god, I’ve missed you.”

- sometimes, when asriel was feeling brave, he’d serve you breakfast in bed

- it’s a rather simple breakfast; bread, cheese and some fruit. he can’t risk bringing more than that because he doesn’t want anyone to know about your relationship 

- sometimes, when you’re the one whose feeling brave, you’d ask asriel to join you in the bath

- asriel never says no

- asriel gifts you a promise necklace when he’s due for a year long expedition

- “it’s so that you’ll always remember me, so that you’ll always remember how much i love you.”

- you cried in his arms, unable to stop the tears from rolling 

- and the next day, before lord asriel was due for departure, you gift him with a small heart shaped locket

- in it was a picture of you, smiling softly into the camera

- and on the other side of the locket, you had a lock of your hair tapped in it

- “I love you.” you whispered

- and with a quick glance to make sure that no one was watching, you leaned up and kisses his lips

SUMMARY: in which you got a job at a sex hotline or alternatively, in which you, a phone sex operator, got a hold of a guy who is just as emotionally unavailable as you.

SHIP: fem reader!steven grant WARNINGS: explicit content (minors stay out) mainly edging and slight degradation, phone sex obviously, mentions of sex work, mentions of death and grief, explicit language, random story-telling/plot

WORD COUNT: 4.6K SONG: https://open.spotify.com/track/0jA4h2SD50Oak4C3Vn905a?si=bdab5abd43404541

A/N: for some reason I feel like this is the worst thing I could’ve written for steven. i’m so sorry steven. I know if he read this he would actually be horrified. marc would be like Suze from Euphoria watching that damn play, and oscar isaac would probably frame this tho. anyways yes merry christmas. REBLOGS, NOTES, AND COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED !!

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you began your career as a phone sex operator last week.

You had experience, and all you did was recreate the faking it scene from ‘Easy A’ by slamming into walls and moaning pathetically. Hotline sex was just a side job since you were banned from Uber Eats as a delivery driver for throwing drinks at a customer. You assumed it was because you had anger issues, and honesty, you haven’t been having the best year, so you took it out on the customer. Then again, that customer was being a sneaky little twat who didn’t tip you at all and - stop before you upset yourself again. This was a temporary job in an old office building in south London, and Easy A was your favorite movie. You could do the job with your eyes closed.

Most of the people who call are spouses, so unsatisfied with each other that you almost vowed never to get married or have children. They would call in between work breaks or when the other is asleep, exploring interests, kinks, and fetishes that they don’t want the other to know about. Some are so outlandish that you had to google them, which was quite embarrassing. Other callers are lonely or depressed and get satisfaction without having to see someone. You assumed these people were hermits, hoarders, and loners and perfectly understood their isolation. As previously mentioned, it hasn’t been our year. Your mental health is always out on the ledge; it’s hard sometimes to get yourself to eat or sleep or shower; you daydream or leave your mind whenever you speak to someone, unable to remember what they just told you. You thought that losing someone would get easier with time, but it only worsened. Not to mention that your cat ran away on top of all that. Your apartment lies still when you peek into the shoe closet and see their shoes stacked on another in the shoe cubby you both installed. The silence is deafening as everything everywhere all at once starts to hit you.

Yeah, it hasn’t been your year.

Your boss has made it a little better; she’s an older woman, the trailer park type. You answered an ad online, and she was the one who sat up the interview. She checks up on you, and she seems to be the only one to notice your plight and your potential. she also treats the employees right. It has made working there easier. Not to mention that you all get private cubicles and paid sick leave if the occasion ever arises. She’s also given you many recommendations to other customers and let the others trade appointments, which landed you into getting an appointment with a man named 'Steven’ at 11:30 pm.

'Steven’ is the name of a friend of a long-time customer named Marc. Apparently, Marc was worried about Steven because Steven had been going through a 'rough patch’ and was 'lonely’ and 'pathetic’ - Marc’s words, not your boss’s. he thought getting him an appointment with a phone sex operator would lighten his mood a little and make him seem less like a loner.

Men are so fucking strange.

But you happily accept the request because Marc was handsomely paying a whopping 200 pounds. Once again, at that point, you wonder why he hasn’t produced an actual sex worker to get with Steven, but then you remember the rest of your socially awkward clientele, and the pieces click. You sat in your office chair and tossed around a purple hacky sack as the LED lights shined hot pink lights onto your cheek. You wore black silk pajama shorts with a hot pink bow and a crop top tank with a laced V-neck. You were allowed to wear whatever you wanted, but you decided to dress in your pajamas. Soft RnB music, probably written or sung by American singers like SZA or HER, blasted through the overhead speaker that connected all the offices. Your boss had a teenage daughter who made the playlist “for general vibes,” whatever that means. You swiveled around in your chair and waited for this 'Steven’ to call.

When it came to the actual phone sex, you never really get much out of it.

You thought you just had a defected vagina because of how stressful and terrible the past couple of months have been because nothing screams sexy like funeral-chic, am I right? Maybe your grief and anti-depressants made it hard for you to get off, but it wasn’t in your job description to cum with the customers, so you were never really worried about it. But it was starting to taunt you. How do people move on? Find other lovers? have meaningless sex? and form emotional bonds? How do people do anything without feeling guilty? You ponder this thought as eleven-thirty rolls around, and the phone rings. At that point, you were pretty much vaping the rest of your lung capacity away. You put down the puff-bar and grabbed your headset, placing it over your head, rushing. As you pressed the green button, you let out a small sigh. “thank you for calling HoneyBunnys! You’re talking to HoneyBunny Y/N.” you announce yourself, but all you hear is static and nervous shuffling. You furrow your eyebrows. “sir? are you there?” you call out again.

“uh-shit…y-yes! yes, i… am?”

“is this Steven?”

“y-yes this is…he, who are you?”

“I’m Honeybunny Y/N…you called HoneyBunny’s, Sir.”

“…?”

“…it’s a sex hotline, Sir.”

“oh!…oh.”

“Why so surprised, Steven?”

“no-um, it’s just that…” he takes a quick pause. He sounds clueless. “…this was on my nightstand with the phone number and date. I assumed it was like a survey.”

How about you survey Deez nuts? Is something you yearned to yell out at this absolute wanker, a fucking survey? you choose to be patient. “why would you think there would be a survey place open so late?”

“i-uh-” he was stuck. “-you know…time zones innit-” he unconfidently mumbled. The United Kingdom is all under one timezone. “-anyways, uh, I’m sorry-why was I supposed to call here? I’m quite forgetful.”

“well, someone made an appointment for you, your friend Marc.”

“…fucking Marc?”

“yep, he said you were going through a rough time, Steven. That you’re lonely, pathetic, I can help you fix that.”

“oooofcourse he said that…look, you seem lovely, but i’ve been out of the game for so long, even if I tried, this would be an absolute dumpster fire.”

“try me.”

“…you look gorgeous?”

“This isn’t a face-to-face conversation, Steven.”

“Right, sorry, uh…I bet your tits are…massive??”

you mute yourself for a second before busting out into a small laughing fit, trying to contain your smile as you unmute yourself. You decide to give him a bone. After all, this is all supposed to be some sort of guy-code confidence/ego booster-or whatever the fuck Marc and Steven are going for here. “they’re whatever you want them to be.” you flirted.

“oh, right, so if I were like 'autobots roll out’-”

at that moment, you knew what the punch line was and snorted to yourself. Steven paused. “are you alright?” he sounded so genuine, making it harder not to smile. You concluded that timid and bumbling Steven was kind of cute. “y-yep, that too.” you struggled a little, hearing a soft but happy sigh leave him, almost like he was proud of himself for making you laugh. You could almost imagine the lazy smile he must be sporting. “what are you into, Steven?”

“I like ancient Egypt. I work at a museum gift shop-”

“no, darling…your kinks.”

“oh.”

“don’t hold back now; I’ve heard it all. Nothing scares me anymore.”

“I do…like edging??”

bingo. something to work with. “do you like games?”

“what? Like animal crossing? Call of duty? or board games?”

“anything, babes…what’s your favorite game?”

“the one where you don’t sound like GhostFace.”

He’s starting to get a little cheeky, and you like it. Your lips tug into a light smirk. “touche…well, let’s make a bet.” you reach into the filing cabinet of your desk and pull out the small box containing a small vibrator that matches the purple and pink aesthetic of the office. It was the size of your thumb, but it was still ten times as powerful and loud. “we can both try to turn each other on, edge each other, whoever holds out the longest wins, and whoever cums first loses. there’s no prize, just the satisfaction you’ll get out of edging me…unless you want to make this fun game of ours a bit risky…”

“How so?”

“…if I cum first, you get a refund. If you cum first, I keep the money.”

you could feel steven’s whole demeanor change, his breathing still a little fast, but you could tell that he didn’t want to pay all that money, almost like he didn’t have it or something. “what…are you wearing?” he sheepishly asked. a giant smirk fell on your lips as you pressed your core directly on top of the small pilled vibrator. “guess.”

“…do they make you wear lingerie?”

“that’s a question, darling, not a guess. plus, you’re wrong.”

“well, sweatpants?”

you snort a little. “they were in the washing machine” (lie; they have old cat hair and chocolate stains on them, and they’re behind your television set).

“jeans?”

“denim? Cuming in denim? gross.”

“I’m shit out of luck then.”

“mhm, I’m wearing black silk shorts with a little pink bow and a lace cami that has the word 'Needy’ printed right on my chest. my 'massive’ tits are showing because I’m not wearing a bra.”

“oh, sounds…like a sight.”

“It feels like bare skin; if you touched it, it feels like my skin. it’s thin enough for you to touch me, rip it off me…whatever you seem fit, Sir.” you dreamily said at the end. “what are you wearing, Steven?”

You could feel how nervous but eager he was. You could hear it in his breathing. “I’m wearing pajama pants and a normal tee shirt.”

“cute, if I were there right now, I would let you spoon me…you like little intimate moments like that, don’t you, Steven?”

“I suppose so…”

“so you’re spooning me, and I’m pressing my ass against your groin through my thin shorts. This is the fun part, Steven? are you hard?” you ask.

“barely.”

“How disappointing, it’s not like i’m soaked.” you lied.

“y-you are?! but darling, i’ve barely said anything.”

oh fuck. “no need to catch me in a lie.” you confess. “it looks like we’re both going through it right now, Steven. I can’t get you hard because I can’t get wet.”

“I’m sorry-?”

“-it’s not your fault…”

“you sound a bit upset. What’s wrong?”

Gah. You usually don’t talk about your personal life with your customers. The less they know about you, the better. But it’s not like this job is the kind where you can just pop over to the next cubicle and speak to your coworkers about how it’s been for you. The customer wanted you to get their friend hard, so why can’t you? “someone close passed months ago.” you confessed.

“oh, oh…I’m sorry, that sounds horrible. I haven’t had a partner in a long while; apparently, things ended badly for us, and I can’t remember a bloody thing. so I get it, it’s not the same as someone passing, but it is the same as losing someone.” you hate that he’s right. “have you always worked at the hotline?”

“no, it’s my first week here.”

“guess you’re just as nervous as I am about all…this.”

he’s weirdly comforting. “all our girls are.”

“you…weren’t just saying that to get me to fuck you, right?”

“what?! no-no-” now you were the shy one, blush spread to your cheeks as his voice echoed in your mind. “I haven’t talked about it…if I wanted you to fuck me, I would’ve wasted no time. but see, I’m humping a vibrator just waiting for the other ball to drop.”

“w-wait, you’re humping a vibrator?”

“mhm!!”

“well, that’s not really fair - that’s cheating.”

You chuckle a little. “it could be you, could be you under me while I hump my wet core all over your thigh, Steven…” then it hits you, which could motivate even the most introverted men. “…don’t you wanna be the first person to make me cum in four months?” it’s a challenge even you have failed at tirelessly. Maybe skittish Steven could be the one to turn it all around. “I mean, there is already so much at stake, Steven, don’t you wanna make it easier on you?” you tease.

“oh…” he sounds captivated. “are you serious?”

“I hate talking about myself, so…yeah, Steven. I’m serious. we can take it slow.”

“Okay.” he suddenly states with a slight hint of confidence, the same cheekiness as before, as you relax into the vibrator and turn it on to the lowest setting. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that Steven could hear it, and you heard him mumble a slight 'fuck’ under his breath. You let out a small yet lustful sigh as you lean back in your chair. “what’s wrong, Steven?” you ask seductively.

“you sound really hot…”

“mhm, I am,” you confirmed. this was all acting, of course, but a small part of you felt like maybe, just maybe, this dimwit could make you cum if he actually tried, if you actually tried instead of recreating that scene from Easy A every time you get a customer. Your hands travel down your own body. “right now, I’m messing with the vibrator, edging myself for you, Mister.” you drag the tip of the vibrator just under the hood of your clit that’s barely simulated, but you’re trying. you let out a fake moan. “don’t you wish you were here?”

“no, I wish you were here. you’d have a harder time trying to fake moan like that when you’re moaning for real.”

fuck. A slight pulse simulated your clit for the first time in months, but it was only for a short second. The magic was gone the minute you realized that he caught you in a lie again. he was so smart but so stupid for making you flustered like that. Your cheeks turned pink as you leaned forward a little. “mhm, but it’s all for you, Steven.” you reassure. “what gets you hard, Steven? Girls humping on vibrators? Edging themselves?” you teased.

“yes, i’ve always been the kind to want to please people like that.”

“hit me with your best shot, mister.”

suddenly you heard shuffling and then a slight groan. your eyes slowly dilate to the sound of him shifting through his boxers. “are you hard?”

“y-yeah…”

Finally, “I really wanna be in your bed, Steven. climbing on your lap and grinding against your hard cock to get me all wet. I wanna be a good girl and prepare my cunt for you.” there it is again, that slight throb. You were talking his ear off, or so you thought before hearing a soft groan echo through your headset. the groan was sweet but so profound, dipping a couple of octaves as chills ran down your spine. he displayed so much in just one single cry that it was starting to make you question if you should be doing this or not, but you continue. “you like that, don’t you? what are your hands doing?”

“just rubbing myself through my trousers…you wish that were you, huh?”

cheeky fuck.

you sigh before letting out a hum. “I wish that it was you rubbing me?”

“yeah, just me sliding my fingers through your dry folds.” he joked.

“you bastard, maybe they wouldn’t be dry if you weren’t so fucking shy.”

And at that moment, Steven lets out a soft moan; this one is a bit noisier and more profound than the other. It causes alarms to go off in your body as your back starts to feel warm. your breath slightly hitches as you realize something about Steven that he probably didn’t know about himself. “I think i’ve been too nice to you, Mister.” you acknowledge. “you don’t need a nice girl. You need someone a little mean…you’re being so utterly useless right now considering how dry I still am.” you ridiculed.

“what do you need me to do then, huh?” Steven retorts. “I’m sure you won’t be dry when I go down on you. Calling me useless-like, you weren’t just pathetically grinding on my cock. calling yourself a good girl like you aren’t trying to stake a bet out of your pity.”

Your mouth slowly falls agape to what he says. Not so shy now, huh? “mhm, go on. how would you go down on me, Mister?”

“I’d suck hickey’s all over your thighs, not caring how painful it might feel for you before teasing your cunt with my thumb. I’d treat you so right, babydoll, even if you treat me all wrong.”

“Oh..” you shift a little in your seat, the vibrator still on low as you feel your nipples slowly get hard, he does have a way with words when you let him speak or when he’s confident enough to speak. The little pet name he gave you was starting to stir up some noise in your stomach as you softly placed the base of the vibrator on your clit.

“now you’re the speechless one.” Steven points out.

“you caught me off guard…” you bashfully admit.

“I’d keep going, too, rubbing you until I can feel your heartbeat in your clit.”

“You’d still be useless until you make me a moaning mess.”

“won’t be a problem. I’m not the one who’s edging themselves with a vibrator,”

“you wanker.” you breathed out as your started to feel life finally flow back into your clit as it went through an exorcism. It was like Frankenstein’s monster all over again. You begin to squirm a little, letting out an impatient sigh. “what’s next, huh? You’re going to leave me hanging?” you question.

“no, I’m already doing that. But what I would do is let my tongue glide all over you. God, you must be so fit-”

“-I’m whatever you want me to be, Mister.” you proclaim again. “I wanna feel your stupid lips against my throbbing clit, driving me crazy after I already called you worthless. I want you to prove me wrong over and over and over again until my body can’t keep up anymore…I wanna be the worthless one for you.” you teased even more.

“fuck, you know how to flip the script, huh?”

“only if you can do what you claim you can do. you’re driving me crazy.”

“i-i am?”

“don’t be coy, handsome. I’m starting to get wet.”

“you want me to k-keep going?”

“please?” you whined. By now, you were finally starting to feel like your old self, not a drop of guilt overcoming you because this was your job. You slightly bucked your hips and turned the vibrator on its medium setting, hearing it echo throughout your private cubicle. From the other end of the phone, you could listen to Steven almost laughing a little at how you went from trying to turn him on to being the one in shambles.

“o-okay, fuck…” he tells himself, he turned the bumbling idiot switch on again, but he was quick to find his footing. “I wanna grab you by your waist and have you ride me until your thighs shake-” you let out a muffled moan as your hips jerk up, pushing away the vibrator as your clit spazzes around. Jokes on Steven, you were edging for way more than you realized. You hear his soft but deep chuckle go dry, making your clit quiver. You grit your teeth once your mind wanders back to the dumb bet; you weren’t getting paid for this, were you? You were seemingly wrapped around shy Steven’s finger already. “you’re cute when you want to cum.” you could feel his smirk from here, and his breathing was speeding up, only for you to hear soft skin slapping in the back.

You smirk. “meanwhile, you’re jacking off at lightning speed.” you shot back at him.

“can you blame me?” you really couldn’t. “I wanna tear those shorts off of you and your knickers and slam into you-”

“-jokes on you, I don’t wear underwear.”

“f-fuck.” you can hear him speeding up as you press your clit against the vibrator again. Sweet pleasure ran up your veins as Steven’s mellow moans played in your head on a loop. You were sweating like a whore in church. Feeling your folds swell up from the amount of friction between you, the toy, and your shorts. you gradually moved them to the side and pushed the vibrator down on your clit. “cuming already, Mister?”

Steven was breathless. “heh, n-not a chance.”

“you wanker.”

“yeah, the wanker that’ll bend you over and fuck you raw.”

You let out a small, high-pitched moan as your heart starts to pound in your chest the way it did down in your cunt. There was something so personal about the way he told you that, almost like he wanted nothing more than to have you in his grasp. What’s worse was that he kept talking sweetly but speaking the vilest of things. you adored that. “I want you here s-so bad,” you divulged, feeling the walls of both your heart and vagina quiver and shake as the man on the receiving end of the call groaned softly.

“are you sure you can handle that?”

Absolutely not. You weren’t in the slightest, but you said it anyway because it was sounder; it was what you wanted to say. “you’d feel s-so good.” you dreamily and desperately spoke out as Steven was starting to hold back moans. The vibrator was making friends with your cunt as your wetness started to pool out onto your office chair, which would be embarrassing to clean later. It was all you could think about now; not once since their passing did you get this wet, turned on, practically impossible. Sure, your mind was running wild; Steven nipping at your thighs, eating you out, pulling your hair, fucking you until you gave out.

“you’d feel b-better, babydoll.”

It seems as if you just caved into each other like sinkholes. Every little thing the one says, the other indulges and submerges themself into some kind of twisted family. So much for edging. You two were damn-near riding climaxes together. so you, being yourself, decide to make it harder for him. “I just wanna wrap m-my pretty lips around your cock and let you fuck my throat, u-use me…” you slightly whispered in between moans. “don’t be a worthless piece of shit and exploit m-me, Mister, we b-both know that’s what you w-wanna do.” you let out a whine.

“you want me to use you?”

you whimper a small but desperate “yes.”

“okay, turn it up to the highest setting.”

Your cheeks turn red with embarrassment as you do what he says, taking the toy and pressing the last and highest button as the vibration sound sizzles around your room. Yes, the rooms were private, but they weren’t soundproof. You could usually hear girls from three rooms down dealing with clients or across the hall. Since you started working there, there hasn’t been a peep coming from your room; not a single moan, groan, whine, cry, or scream. That was until this eleven-thirty appointment. you bucked your lips and moved the vibrator away from your clit to give yourself some time, but Steven was quick to catch on to this. “c'mon darling, j-just take it like how you’d take me.”

fuck, he’s convincing.

You pressed the vibrator back where it belonged and watched as your body jolted in surprise and pleasure, your skin burning up at the thought of Steven touching you to the point of having a swollen cunt. Your back arched against the chair as your breathing seemingly picked up, and so did his. Stars crossed your eyes dazedly as loud and lewd moans escaped past your lips. You didn’t know him, but you wanted him. Your body craved his touch, even if he was on the other side of London or the UK. Your chest bounced with each jolt. You only wish he could see you now; how his words could pull you in and chew you out the way they did to you. It was even worse considering you could hear Steven in the back as well, flapping away to the thought of you with your voice in his ear encouraging him. You always thought the idea of phone sex was hot, but you barely engaged in it until you reached your peak.

Your body felt like it was having some kind of earthquake, with your clit being the epicenter. Feeling your clit nearly go numb from the vibrations of the toy, you got your shorts wet. a loud and feminine moan left your lips as your mouth fell open, your thighs tensing up as your hair, from behind, gets messy and frizzy from leaning back into the chair too much. You can’t help but notice Steven, how he also let out a deep raspy moan that sent you back into wanting to turn the clock back. You could hear the ecstasy from the other line lingering into your space as you come down from your high before noticing that you and Steven had arrived simultaneously. Between your heavy breaths and your relieved sighs, the air heavy with accomplishment and then embarrassment later, you both speak;

“y-you don’t have to pay me-” “-how much was this again?”

You both were taken back by each other’s responses. The bet rules were clear, were they not? he agreed to them, you agreed to them, but something changed. he was still willing to pay. It might’ve thrown you off, but your ego was the one who put you in your place: you provided a service, you get paid for the service, even if you enjoyed it, even if you didn’t, even if it was the first time you came in months since your significant other passed, even if you developed some weird emotional-yet purely lust fueled-attachment to a faceless stranger. so with a cheeky and slight smile, you gathered yourself together, fixing the bra strap that hung over your shoulder and clearing your throat, you finally spoke. “um, your friend Marc already paid two hundred pounds for this session…”

“oh…of course, he did,” he said in a defeated tone, almost like he was asking questions and finally got the answer he was looking for. “is there a way for me to tip?” he asked. Customers usually don’t tip, full-price included the tip, which Steven’s friend paid handsomely. you blush and bite your lip. “I can tell you my Venmo? It’s Y/U/N” you spoke sheepishly. You realized that you were supposed to end the call after the customer comes, but you didn’t. You were just enjoying the small and tired breathes between the both of you and the comfortable silence that lays still. it was way more comforting than the silence at home. “well, uh…” Steven finally breaks the ice. “I dunno how much your rate is-I work at a gift shop, for crying out loud. I should probably tell you I’m not all that into edging; it’s just the first thing I thought of-” you let out a small laugh. cute. “-what did you say your name was again?”

Oh shit.

Butterflies began to shake down your stomach as you realized that maybe falling for someone you barely knew wasn’t the right thing for you right now. Yes, a massive part of you wanted to secretly contact him, talk to him, give him your actual number instead of the hotline number, meet him, go on a date, actually fuck him, but god, were you ready for that? Could you even have that again? even so, would it be the same? Love was like a Precious Moments porcelain doll. Once it breaks, nothing about it is fun or 'precious’ anymore. It will never be the same again. Your finger hovers over the giant HANG UP button as it pains you to have to end your joy with him here. “Thank you for calling HoneyBunny’s! Call back soon!” you quickly said before hanging up the phone and letting out a sigh of relief. You lean back in your chair and lazily toss your headset to the floor as you realize something.

I need a job where I don’t fall for my clients.

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Warning: cussing, SMUT, UNPROTECTED SMUT (WRAP IT PEOPLE), i think that’s it, oh MORE SMUT

Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader, Hank

Request:  Charles Xavier x Reader with the idea of “You distract him from work sometimes by sitting on his lap and trailing kisses along his jaw, down his neck until he gives in.” I just saw this somewhere sooooo kudos to that person!!!

~ anonymous

A/n: I hope you like it. I had fun with this one, its pretty much almost smut . I hope this is some what you had in mind because I took all day to do this while chasing my 3 year old daughter around. James McAvoy is sexy as fuck and I clearly wouldn’t mind having him in my bed. (-;

Tag list: @marvelismylife @the-winter-sokovian

               It was a little past 10 and the love of your life was nowhere to be seen in the room the two of you shared. He tends to be working on something that would end up with him staying up most of the night or until you go in search for him. Well, tonight you wanted to fall asleep in his arms and you were going to do anything it takes to make it happen.

               You slid off you silk nightgown, along with you panties. You walked over to the closet and pulled out one of his button up shirts, slipping your arms into the sleeves buttoned the buttons up to the middle of your breasts. You looked at yourself in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door. Once you thought you looked perfect, after adjusting the shirt a little to show off the top curve of your breast. Charles had a thing for leaving dark marks on the top and bottom of your breasts, you never minded actually you loved it.

               You walked out of the room, walking down the hall and down the stairs. You saw Hank as you made your way to Charles study. Knowing damn well he would be there, books spread over his desk. Which at the moment you didn’t mind if it was you instead. God knew you wanted to be under him so bad and tonight you were damn sure you were going to get exactly what you wanted.

               You stood at the door of his study, leaning up against the door jamb watching him. He looked so handsome as he concentrated on one of the books in front of him. You pushed yourself off the door jamb and made your way over to him. You knew he noticed your presence but he hadn’t looked at you and saw what you were and weren’t wearing. You walked around his desk and slid your hands over his shoulders, squeezing lightly which caused him to groan at the pressure.

               “Hello love.” He didn’t take his eyes off the book in front of you.

               “Hi, my sweet.” You leaned down slightly to whisper in his ear. “What are you working on tonight?”

               “Just a little something for Hank, he asked me to look up a few things for him.” His hand skimmed over the book as he looked for the information he needed. You were now starting to get annoyed that he hasn’t even looked up at you. He was so into what he was doing.

               You slid softly into his lap, wrapping your right arm around his neck and placed your head on his shoulder. He finally looked down at what you were wearing.

               “Is that my shirt, love?” His voice was a bit low but his eyes went right back to his book.

               “Yes it is. Do you know what time it is, my darling Charles.” All he did was hum, his eyes working their way across his book. “It’s almost 11 and you should be coming to bed.”

               You started to place soft kisses along his jaw. You could tell he was trying to concentrate on what he was doing but you weren’t going to give up so easily. Not while wearing his shirt, just his shirt. You started to make your way down the left side of his neck. His concentration was wearing very thin and you were becoming very aware of how hard you were making him. He still hasn’t figured out that you were not wearing any panties, well until he took his right hand and slid it up your exposed leg to the bottom hem of the shirt. The shirt barely covered your ass but you knew he loved seeing you in his shirts. As his hand slid under the shirt his head shot up and looked you dead in the eyes, conveying his shock.

               “Really, love. You came all the way down here to come fetch me for bed while you’re wearing just my shirt?” Now you had his attention.

               “Oh sweetheart. You think I would come all the way down here, wearing this and only this. Just to come get you to come to bed?” You looked at him completely innocently. You bit your lip and stood up from his lap. You started to walk towards the door before you stopped and turned to look at him. He was turned on and you could see it in his eyes. “If you want to see what else I’m not wearing, you have to come to bed.” You smirked at him before you walked out of the room. You heard his chair slide back as he stood up. You managed to get to the bottom of the stairs before you saw him walking towards you with a smile on his face. At that moment, you decided to run up the stairs and towards your room. You heard him laugh just before he started to run after you.

               You had managed to get to the room before he grabbed a hold of you. “Now that’s not nice, my love.” He was slightly out of breath from running. “You can’t turn me on like that then get away that easily.”

               “Who said I wanted to get away?” You looked at him. Your eyes conveyed love and lust for the man in front of you. “I just didn’t want the edge of your desk digging into my lower back like last time.” ‘God that was fucking amazing.’

               He leaned down, pressing his lips to the side of your neck like you did to him. “I clearly remember not complaints last time.” He bit the side of your neck softly, pulling a moan from your lips. His hands started to undo the buttons of the shirt you were wearing, revealing that you weren’t wearing a bra ether. “Fuck.” His voice was low as he placed his forehead against your, looking down at you as the shirt laid open exposing you to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands skimmed down your sides to your thighs. “Jump.” You didn’t need to be told twice. You jumped as his hands held you against him. He didn’t realize how wet you were until he grinded himself into you, causing the both of you to moan at the friction.

               He walked you to the bed and laid you down. You scooted up to the pillows as he climbed up the bed like a predator, kissing and nibbling his way up your legs. He skipped over the place where you really needed him the most. He placed a kiss on your hips before continuing his ascend up your body. He reached your breasts, one hand slid over one breast as his mouth took the other. He grazed his teeth across the nipple causing you to through your head back and moan. Your hands weaved their way into his hair, gently raking your nails against his scalp drawing a moan from him. It sent shivers down your spine as you felt the vibrations against your breast. He released your nipple with a wet pop then doing the same thing to the other. You tugged slightly at his hair, causing him to look up at you. His eyes were completely blown with lust and by god you loved it. He bit down on the tops of your breasts, leaving marks there just like he always does before making his way to your neck. He nibbled and sucked at your neck, almost like you did to him. He dragged whimpers and wanton moans from you.

               “Charles, please.” You were practically begging him, you only hoped that he would give you what you wanted.

               “Oh love. You think you could tease me like you did and get away with it.” His voice was low and husky, making his accent even more. It sent shivers down your spine and you moaned. His right hand slipped down your body until it was buried in between your legs. Running his fingers through your folds, flicking your clit from time to time. He then inserted a single finger which caused you to arch your back off the mattress, moaning his name softly like a prayer. He started work his finger inside you as his lips attached themselves to you neck, leaving small dark marks. When he was satisfied with what he had done, his lips captured yours. His tongue skimming over your bottom lip, you parted your lips allowing him to slip in. Your tongues fought for dominance but he won like always. He added another finger as he continued to work your pussy. You threw your head back against the pillow and moaned loud, he took this movement to attack your neck again.

               “Fuck, Charles. God please.” You moaned, his stubble covered chin grazing the soft skin of your collar bone. He knew you were getting close. He lifted his head and saw the way you looked, a thin layer of sweat covered your exposed skin and your hair fanned out over the pillow. To him, you were prefect. To him, you were his everything.

               “As you wish, my love.” He withdrew his fingers from you, causing you to whimper in protest. Which didn’t last long when he buried his face in between your legs.

               “FUCK!” You moaned, bordering on a scream. Your hands instantly buried themselves in his hair, keeping him in place the best you could. His tongue pushing past your folds, entering you. He started to fuck you with his tongue. His pace matched the pace that he had when he finger fucked you. You were getting closer to the edge and he knew it. He slipped his fingers back inside you as his lips attached themselves on your clit. He felt your walls tighten around his fingers.

               “Cum for me love.” Just like that, your body obeyed his order. He worked you through your orgasm, lapping at everything you offered him. He moved back up your body once he knew he got everything. His lips attached yours, you moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips. You could feel him hard and heavy against your hip. You needed him inside you, NOW.

               You slid your hand down in between your bodies, gripping him. You stroked him slightly before you aligned him at your entrance. He took this and pushed his way into you. Stopping when he bottomed out, filling you completely. Both of you moaned at the sensation.

               “Fuck, darling.” He held himself over your body with one elbow next to your shoulder as he buried his other into your hair while your arms were wrapped around his shoulders. You looked into each other’s eyes, his blue eyes were as bright as ever while being completely blown. You nodded your head, letting him know he could move. He slowly pulled out of you, leaving the head of his cock still buried inside you. With force, he slammed into making you cry out in pleasure. He kept this pace up. The sounds of skin slapping skin mixed with the sounds of your moans filled the room. Nether of you caring if anyone heard you, you were so wrapped up in each other that the world could end and you would be happy.

               He kept this pace up, fast and brutal. He was getting close and you knew it. You felt him twitch inside you, which caused you to moan louder. “Charles.” You moaned, digging your nails into his back which caused him to fuck into you harder. If that was even possible.

               “I know, my love. I right there with you. Now cum for me.” Your body shook hard as your orgasm wreaked over you. Cumming hard around him, dragging him over the edge with you. He bit down on your shoulder, causing you to scream in pleasure as he began to cum. He continued to work inside you, milking your orgasms as long as possible before collapsing on top of you. His face buried in the crook of your neck as he laid there, catching his breath. Both of you covered in sweat and it honestly didn’t bother you. He lifted his head and saw the mark on your shoulder. “I am so sorry love. I didn’t mean to bite that hard.” He looked down at you, his eyes were filled with regret for it.

               “Darling, there is no need to be sorry. I loved it and I love you.” His eyes softened when he looked into yours. Your eyes showed love, compassion, and adoration for the man above you. All he did was nod his head before getting up and walking into the bathroom and returning with a warm wet washcloth. He cleaned you up and tossed it into the laundry basket across the room. He slid under the covers and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. You buried your face into his chest, you loved it when you cuddled after he just literally fucked you into the mattress.

               “Now, darling.” He kissed the top of your head as he started to run his fingers through your hair. “The next time you tease me remember this.” You looked up at him. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Warning: cussing, SMUT, UNPROTECTED SMUT(WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT)

Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader, Hank, Raven

Request: hi my birthday is the 17th can i have a charles x reader bday sex cuteness thing thanks :-) ~anonny

A/n: Happy Birthday anonny. I hope you like it and I tried to have it be cute but I honestly think I can’t really keep smut with Charles all that cute, The man does shit to me. Where ever you are, I hope I made it in time. I spent most of my day working on this, through my slight depression that’s been building. I really hope you like it.

Tag list: @marvelismylife @nea90sweetie @mysaria @originalwinchestervamp @incoherentli @fandoms-writer

               You woke to an empty bed. Charles must have gotten up early and didn’t want to wake you. Today felt different, not unusual different but different. It just happened to be your birthday. You got up out of bed and pulled on your (f/c) robe that you knew Charles loved on you. It covered everything and the bottom hem landed about five inches below your ass. It was your go to robe when you wanted to get a little touchy feely with Charles and today was your day so you thought it would be a good idea.

               You pulled your hair out of your face and into a ponytail before walking out of your shared bedroom. You slowly made your way across the mansion to the kitchen. You saw Raven along the way and she just smiled. She knew what today was, she gave you a quick hug and wished you a happy birthday.

               “It will be once I get my hands on a certain telepath.” She giggled as she walked away shaking her head. You made yourself a cup of coffee and found some fruit in the fridge for a quick breakfast.

               You finished your coffee and carried your fruit with you as you made your way to Charles’ study/ office. The door was open and you heard him talking to Hank about something. You leaned against the door jamb watching the two men talk. Charles was sitting on the edge of his desk as Hank stood a few feet from him. Neither man noticed you there until Hank turned to walk towards the door.

               “Oh, hi (Y/n).” Hank tried hard not to look at your robe covered body and tried even harder not to blush.

               “Morning Hank. I hope Charles wasn’t too much of a pain.” You heard Charles chuckle, you walked into the room so Hank could leave. You popped a piece of fruit into your mouth, smirking at Charles as you made your way closer to him.

               “Oh no, nothing like that.” Hank was practically stuttered as he almost tripped over his own feet as he left the room.

               “What are you up to today, love?” Charles extended a hand to you. You graciously took it as he pulled you into him. He took a piece of fruit from the bowl in your hand.

               “Hey, that’s mine.” You smirked at him as he popped the fruit into his mouth. You felt his hand slide down your side and made its home on your ass, giving it a slight squeeze. You had to bite your lip to yourself from letting a soft moan fall from your lips.

               “I know, love, and your mine.” You heard the hits of possessiveness in his voice which sent shivers down your spine. He tilted your head up and placed a soft kiss to your lips. You carded your fingers through his hair, holding him in place so you can deepen the kiss.

               He lifted you up and sat you down on the edge of his desk. His hands slid under the edge of the bottom hem of your robe, only to find you bare. He pulled back and looked down at you. His eyes widened with lust and his demeanor was now almost predatory. You couldn’t help but moan softly at the look he gave you.

               “Really, love. You walked all the way down here, like this.” You nodded your head. You didn’t care what the others thought of you because they all knew you were Charles’.

               “Well, can you blame me? It is my day, isn’t it?” You looked at him innocently. “Besides, darling. No one noticed that I have just this on.” You tugged the rope that held the front of your robe together, letting it fall off your waist as you shrugged off the top of your robe.

               Charles attacked your neck and shoulder. Nipping and sucking dark marks on your shoulder and neck. You had your fingers in his hair, racking your nails softly over his scalp which caused him to groan against your skin. You started unbuttoning his shirt and shoved it off his shoulders. He stepped away from you and quickly closed the door to his study, locking it to make sure no one walks in. You sat there on the edge of his deck, you pulled your robe away from our body and dropped it on the floor. Charles made quick work of his pants and the rest of his clothes, not wanting to make you feel under-dressed.

               He made his way back to you, dropping to his knees in front of you. He placed your legs on either side of his head as he looked up at you, smirking knowing exactly what he was about to do. “Happy Birthday, love.” He buried himself between your legs, causing you to throw your head back with a loud moan. You laid back onto his desk, arching your back off the hard wood. You felt Charles dig his fingers into the tops of your thighs, pulling a louder moan from you. He then slipped one hand from your thigh down and slipped two fingers inside you. He loved to make you squirm with his tongue and fingers. Thrusting his fingers in and out of you, pulling moans and whimpers from your lips. You let one of your hands reach for him, digging into his hair. You could feel the knot in your stomach grow tighter and Charles knew you were getting close. The sounds you made were getting high pitched. He took his fingers out of you and replaced them with his tongue as his fingers rubbed harshly against your clit. The knot snapped. You came undone with his name falling from your lips like a prayer. He stood up and looked down at you, your juices made his lips glisten which caused you to reach up for him. You needed him right then and there, he needed you just as bad.

               He leaned down, pressing his body against yours causing you to moan as you felt him rub through your sensitive folds. He lightly grabbed your jaw, holding your face so he could kiss you. Sliding his tongue across your bottom lip, demanding entrance. You gladly gave him, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue. You whined when he pulled away.

               “You ready for your present, my love?” You nodded your head as you tried to keep your breathing even. He pulled you up and helped you stand for a moment before laying you back down on the hard wood of his desk, chest down. You felt a sting to your ass followed by more. “You didn’t think I would pass up giving you your birthday spankings, did you?” You heard the smirk in his voice. He gave you a swat for each and every year, causing your ass to turn red.

               The next thing you felt was him teasing your entrance. He slowly and torturously pushed into you. You moaned as you stretched around him and he moaned at the feeling of how tight you were. Once he was fully seated into you, he sat there for a few moments. You needed him to move. You lifted your lower body up, showing him you were more than ready for him to move.

               He let his hands rest on your hips, gripping you tightly. He pulled back and slammed back into you. He placed his forehead against the center of your shoulders as he thrusts hard and deep into you. You felt him twitch inside you as he continued his pace.

               “Fuck, Charles.” You managed to moan out, more like almost screamed. He pushed himself to slam into you harder. You could feel the knot forming again in your stomach. Charles lifted one of your legs and set it on the desk, causing him to go deeper into you. Both of you moaned loudly at the feeling of him sliding deeper into you. The sounds of both of your moans and skin slapping skin filled the room. The feeling of Charles enveloped you completely. He was slamming into you, surrounding you, and completed you completely. He slipped his fingers to your clit again, rubbing harsh circles on it. Throwing you over the edge. Silently screaming as your orgasm took over your body, dragging Charles over with you. Shooting himself deep inside you. The both of you chanting each other’s name, fuck and a slue a various curse words as he worked the two of you through your highs.

               He kissed your back as he pulled out of you. He helped you stand up right then helped you sit on the edge of his desk again. He was about to grab his pants but you stopped him, pulling him back to you.

               “Where do you think you’re going my dearest?” You looked up at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a simple soft kiss.

               “I was going to go get something to clean you up with, love.” You silently said oh and giggled.

               “You do remember that I can teleport, right?” You giggled at him when he remembered your mutation. “Really, darling. You’re a telepath and you freaking smart but you couldn’t remember that I’m a teleporter.” You chuckled softly. “Why don’t you grab your clothes and unlock the door. Then I’ll take us up to our room and celebrate my birthday some more.” You winked at him which caused him to smile at you. He did as you said and you wrapped your arms around him once again. Teleporting you both up to your shared bedroom, in bed with him on top of you.

               “God, I love you (Y/n).”

               “As I love you, my dearest Charles.”

Summary: Charles using his mind tricks to get you all hot and bothered because we all know, deep down, he’s a kinky little shit.

Warnings: semipublic, smut, fingering, oral, (kinky) telekinesis, dirty talk, rough 

PRE-WHEELCHAIR CHARLES

You don’t know why you decided to wear a skirt that day. It wasn’t even that hot, but you made that decision and the consequences were only just starting to become apparent.

It was the middle of Mutant History, taught by some lady with a tree growing out the back of her thick skull, and you were seriously contemplating impaling yourself with the thing if you had to sit through one more minute of class.

‘You look like you’re having fun.’ The voice spoke in your mind and immediately you relaxed, knowing that you were about to be saved from the next 40 minutes.

‘Way too much, now get me out of here.’ You thought back, adjusting your skirt as it kept slipping up your thighs, which the kid next to you seemed to be enjoying immensely.

 ‘I quite enjoy seeing you sit there and stew.’ Came his smug reply. You huffed and crossed your legs because simply hearing his deep British accent was enough to get you started. You scanned the room, looking for a head of brown hair and blue eyes, finally resting on the smirk leaning against the door.

‘Really?’ You questioned, a hoisted an eyebrow. ‘But isn’t there much better things we could be doing?’ His eyes narrowed marginally and he moved his gaze from you and pretended to pay attention to the teacher.

‘Do you really want to start this kind of conversation right now?’ The teacher finally acknowledged his presence and introduced him to the class as Professor Charles Xavier, as if none of us knew who he was. ‘Because I can only begin to imagine how embarrassing it would be to cum all over your legs without a single person touching you.’ He thought this all with a straight face whilst listening to the tree-headed teacher explain to him the curriculum. He politely nodded and gestured for her to continue.

Prompt/Summary: Y/N is an empath on the way to her first mission with the X-Men, she may not be able to hear Charles’ thoughts on the jet, but she can certainly feel them. 

Pairing: Charles Xavier x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut [Semi-public, slight professor kink, fingering]

Word Count: 4136

You were shitting yourself, and in your defence, you had every reason to be. Professor Charles Xavier had finally deemed you in control of your powers enough to be able to accompany him and the other skilled mutants on yet another of the CIA’s questionable missions. You had argued that you weren’t ready, but it’s incredibly difficult to fight against someone who can convince you to do as they please with the sheer force of their mind alone. You’d already learnt that the hard way.

The professor had promised that your involvement in any fights that were to undoubtably break out was not necessary; you were an aggressive pacifist and, quite frankly, terrible at combat training let alone a real battle. Instead, you would be staying back, waiting with the telepath until you were needed for interrogation, which was where your mutation really was useful. 

However much he had promised that you were needed, you still felt inadequate when lined up in black and yellow alongside the rest of the makeshift team. You were easily the smallest in the group, so much so that even the stretchy, skin-tight uniform was slightly baggy on your frame. You were also aware of how disappointingly normal you looked in comparison to some of the others, except perhaps for Charles, who was looking the most normal and quite out of place in a white shirt with the top few buttons undone, with a black blazer on top. 

Prompt/Summary: Y/N is an empath on the way to her first mission with the X-Men, she may not be able to hear Charles’ thoughts on the jet, but she can certainly feel them. 

Pairing: Charles Xavier x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut [Semi-public, slight professor kink, fingering]

Word Count: 4136

You were shitting yourself, and in your defence, you had every reason to be. Professor Charles Xavier had finally deemed you in control of your powers enough to be able to accompany him and the other skilled mutants on yet another of the CIA’s questionable missions. You had argued that you weren’t ready, but it’s incredibly difficult to fight against someone who can convince you to do as they please with the sheer force of their mind alone. You’d already learnt that the hard way.

The professor had promised that your involvement in any fights that were to undoubtably break out was not necessary; you were an aggressive pacifist and, quite frankly, terrible at combat training let alone a real battle. Instead, you would be staying back, waiting with the telepath until you were needed for interrogation, which was where your mutation really was useful. 

However much he had promised that you were needed, you still felt inadequate when lined up in black and yellow alongside the rest of the makeshift team. You were easily the smallest in the group, so much so that even the stretchy, skin-tight uniform was slightly baggy on your frame. You were also aware of how disappointingly normal you looked in comparison to some of the others, except perhaps for Charles, who was looking the most normal and quite out of place in a white shirt with the top few buttons undone, with a black blazer on top. 

Polar (2019) - Mads Mikkelsen 

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