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THE SWEETEST PIE!- The Love And DeepSpace Men

pairings in order: xavier x fem! reader, zayne x fem! reader, rafayel x fem! reader, sylus x fem! reader, caleb x fem! reader summary: there’s nothing more sweeter than a creampie tags: creampie, p in v, no plot, overstimulation-ish a/n: hihi lovelies ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ my school is gonna start soon so im trying to write as much as possible but i swear my adhd makes it impossible..anyways enjoy reading! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

no matter how much meat xavier devours, he never feels full. but the moment he sees your small hole filled to the brim something stirs in him. he wants you to feel it too, that same warmth blooming in his body.

his eyes stay focused on where you two are connected. he’ll only pull away just to see how much you stretched around his shaft and the mess you made around his base. but it wouldn’t take that long for you to suck him back in, your pretty little pussy leaking and creaming on his cock again.

it all felt so so good. the pleasure left your minds hazy that one round wasn’t enough to satisfy either of you.

strings of mixed slick arousals joined your bodies with each slam of his hips against you. lewd squelches of just how wet you were from his thick cock stretching your little cunt again and again. even with his blurred vision, he knows this isn’t a dream. he can still see the curve of your ass bent over. his hot pink swollen tip being swallowed up easily inside your tight hole with his load leaking out.

his fingers drift from your back to your ass, kneading and spreading it more to find you just a little more deeper. your pussy is perfect for him, he thinks. no—he knows. it’s the perfect home for his cock and he’ll make sure that no else could feel it. there’s no other like this. like you. it’s made for him and only for him.

he pounds faster, moans falling faster from his lips as he ruts his hips deeper inside of you. his veiny length dragging along your soaked walls causing your breath to hitch. he brings a digit down to swipe across  your clit to help bring your orgasm to the surface. “i-” his eyes shut tight when he feels his cock twitch, strings of hot white paint your slick folds.

breathless, he collapses beside you, one arm remaining draped across your body, holding you close. with a sleepy glance, his eyes drift down to where you both are connected. he didn’t want to pull out just yet. the juices from your cunt soaks your thigh, the sheets, and all over him. take all of him

Zayne:

there’s nothing more sweeter than the sight of his lover being stuffed with his cum. it was like a sweet treat after fucking you for several hours. he could spend hours between your legs, mesmerized by how wet and messy you get for him. the sounds spilling from your lips were beautiful, he just couldn’t get enough. how your breasts bounce perfectly in sync as he thrusts in and out that he can’t stop himself from pumping his seed in you.

one, two, maybe even three was never enough to satisfy his craving for you. and of course he gives into your indulgence, drawn by the way you pull him closer, whispering his name and pleading for more.

you moan pathetically as you let him sink his cock into your cunt again, the thickness of it stretching and caressing your gummy walls. it didn’t take long for his cheeks to dust pink and his ears to flush red as the warmth of your cunt melts him completely.

he groans as your walls flutter around him, his veiny dick hitting the sweet spot inside you perfectly. zayne rumbles with a pleased groan with every drag of his cock back in your pussy. moans and whines pour from your lips alongside the sound of skin on skin. he stretches your little cunt over his thick cock again and again, lewd squelches of just how wet you were.

“say my name.” he knows you're close from the way your walls clench on his cock so his hands sneak downward to rub circles on your throbbing clit. it was too much. your walls squeezed around him and you could feel the familiar ache in your lower abdomen. sweat trails down his forehead as he keeps his pace while you say his name like a mantra as you soak the sheets further below you.

“zaynezayne ‘m cummin-” you babble, squeezing around his length as you gush around his thick cock with a whine. your heels sink into his back, fingers leaving a crescent shape. your sensitive walls twitch around his girth as he continues to get closer to his own release. “feel s-so full” you murmur, making his hips stutter.

his breath hitches, releasing his hot thick seed deeper into your cunt. he pulls you closer, hips stuttering as he releases every last bit of his load into you. you feel so insanely full, a mixture of your liquids and his load drip down your thigh as he pulls out.

a quiet sigh leaves him as he gazes down at your exhausted form, his thumb drawing soft, soothing circles on your thigh. The spillage was plentiful, messy even but he didn't mind. he always handles it, never letting you lift a finger.

Rafayel:

if ripping out his heart wasn’t one way to take him out then your cunt might get him closer to god than he thinks.

“gods..” rafayel muffles in your skin, nuzzling his nose into the crevice of your neck to hide the embarrassment of his flushed face. he feels like he’s in heaven. soft moans and whines escape past his lips when you match his thrusts. he savors the feeling of your velvety walls as if he’s been deprived of your warm cunt.

you both cling onto each other. both of you knew you won’t be going anywhere but you both still hold tightly onto each other, fearing that one angle can ruin the connection between you both. you could feel every muscle and vein in your puffy pussy, spent from how much he fucks into you.

your walls are so tight around him and the sounds you make from the stretch. so perfect. 

his cock is so sensitive, the hot pink tip practically throbbing from the hours spent in your tight hole—but he can’t stop. not now. not until the image of white liquid from your soaking hole drips between your legs appears before him. not when he knows you’ll be desperate for more. and you both know he’s never been able to deny you for that long.

your head sinks deeper into the pillow, too lost in the warmth of him, too delirious with pleasure to keep your eyes open. your lips graze his ear, your breathless moans pumping blood through his lower half, making himself burry deeper inside you.

the heavenly sounds you made, the warmth you gave him, the precious image of how you looked with your thighs shaking and stomach full of his cum. he was drowning far too deep in the sensation, his sensitive tip caressing the gummy walls of your cunt.

“mm-! g-gonna cum, ah-!” he whines pathetically, his hips rutting into you as he paints your walls full of his hot sticky load. you could feel it overflow out of you as you both lie there together, breathless and exhausted.

a quiet hum slips from his lips to remind you he’s still here. then he shifts, trailing soft kisses along your neck before resting his head against your chest, nuzzling against it before sighing in content.

Sylus:

“ngh-sylus..”

“sylus please more..”

“sy-!”

you cry out his name like a broken record on repeat as he pistons in and out of you. to him it was music to his ears. he could hear this on repeat and play it again and again and never get tired of it. he hates to pull out but he loves the sight of his cock covered in your glistening slick, leaving a creamy ring around him and the sheets below. oh how you make such a mess out of him.

the feeling of his throbbing tip gliding through your wet folds and through your tight hole kept him going. his crimson eyes wander to how your tits bounce and trail lower to where your bodies are connected. he watches how your tight little cunt manages to take every inch of him so well.

he leans in, soothing you with kisses and soft murmurs, telling you how you’re doing so well and how good you feel with every deep thrust he gives you. with each passing second, sylus pushes down his cock further into your sobbing hole, clutching your hand as tightly as possible, worried that he won’t be able to discover deeper parts in you.

you chant his name like a mantra, the stretch of his cock blooming through your body like it might split you in two. you clutch his hands tightly as you lean back into the pillow, your eyes squeezed shut against the feeling of him burying deeper into your hole.

with the room getting hotter the second, you felt your bodies becoming sweaty, dampening the sheets under you while sylus moves on top. you were molded to his shape, the veins of his length became a home to everything he was. “ngh-sylus ‘m close..” you whine.

“‘m here, sweetie. i’m here.” he murmurs, trailing wet hot kisses down your face as he deeply thrusts into you until you’re certain you can feel him in your throat, until it’s coursing through you, filling you completely.

your legs hook around his waist, thighs trembling as sylus helps you meet your orgasm, sending waves of that familiar pleasure through your body. with your permission, he fills you up nice and full again, emptying his load in you. you can feel his cock throb inside you, his thrusts faltering against your cunt as he spills inside you. 

his head sinks into the crook of your neck, the breathless words spilling from his lips barely registering. your eyes flutter close as you murmur his name mindlessly while your hands grow limp, still entwined with his. strong arms wrap around you while he stays inside of you, unable to bear the idea of being apart from you even if it were for a second.

Caleb:

as if having him wrapped around your finger wasn’t already enough, you’ve got him wrapped around your cunt. obsession doesn’t come close to how you feel wrapped around his cock, juices overflowing onto his balls. his mouth parts, ragged breaths escaping from his lips from how good it feels. his muscles flex with each movement, the sweat making him glisten.

he thinks he can stay strong and enjoy the feeling of your velvety walls for a while. but once he opens his eyes to see how your bodies are connected, how your eyes are clenched shut and how your mouth parts just to breathlessly moan his name, he can’t take it—with your permission he’s filling you up with his load again.

his lips quiver each time his fat cock enters back into you, a breathless moan escapes his lips as he breathes heavily. he wishes he could last longer, to remember every single detail of how your pussy clenches around his length to the way your breasts press close against his chest. but seeing the mess you make out of him, the mess he makes out of you, the mess you make together, makes it at all worthwhile.

a mix of both your pants filled the room as the two of you rocked your hips against one another. caleb increases his pace while you whimper at the sticky feeling of his big balls slapping against your ass that your juices running down his cock.

“so good pip-” he tries to talk but moans replace his words. your walls clamp down harder on his cock that he forgets to talk. he wishes he could stay like this, soaked in the feeling of your arousal, inside your tight hole, surrounded by your slick. his cock nestles deeper into your cunt each second.

he’s completely out of it—panting heavily, his hips starting to stutter. there’s no coherent thought of you in his mind but the urge to discover deeper parts of you and fill you full. the sound of your mixed arousal and the image of your messy hole with his release seeping out of you repeat in his head; it’s the only thing that kept him going.

both of you gasp for air every time he changes the angle of his thrusts, dragging against that sensitive and sweet spot inside of you again and again. he gives a few more messy ruts of his hips before spilling another load into your eager and soaking cunt before he drops on top of you. he stays plugged inside of you for a little more, not wanting to let any of it go to waste. his mind is a blur but instinctively, his arm finds your waist and pulls you closer.

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ʚɞ beta read by @ilovemitsuya MWAH ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )

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Can we fucking talk about this?

I may sound really bad when I say this but it pisses me off to no end that we can’t have this game without men crying for a male mc option or trying to erase the MC. Like no??? This game isn’t for you. The creators made it FOR AFAB PEOPLE specifically. We don’t have shit like that.

It’s always inclusivity this, inclusivity that.

There is PLENTY of BL and other games dedicated to people who enjoy that type of content. Go play it, go read it.

I used to like yaoi. I preferred it over hetero at one point but like there’s liking and then there is projecting in places and insisting everyone else get behind it. You just don’t fucking do that??

Is it really SO BAD that AFAB have something for themselves? Do you have to belittle us and erase us so badly that we just have no spaces for ourselves?

And then saying they’d have better chemistry with another man. 😭 Have you heard the secret times? Have you read the stories or the cards? They are absolutely infatuated with the female body (and I know I used female here I’m sorry but that’s what mc is portrayed as in game.)

It’s not a contest. You can like them, headcanon them with another man. You can do whatever because they’re fictional just STOP ERASING WOMEN. We are allowed to exist in media.

I’m sorry for anyone reading this. I can’t articulate this the way I want to. It just makes me so mad that we deal with so much misogynistic bullshit and can’t have anything. I don’t go around trying to assert myself in spaces that weren’t made for me and I can’t understand why this isn’t an understood concept.

missed you

pairing : shen xinghui/xavier x mc/reader. i’ll be using female anatomy, my apologies 😔

warnings : 18+ fic, minors do not interact. please. use of “starlight” and “love” as pet names. pussy eating, p in v sex. rough OOC xavier (fr xavier would never act mean like this). praise.

background : he’s a needy boyfriend after a mission.

word count : 1.87k words

AN : first full on smut i’ve ever published somewhere. probably have WIPs on like my old/new wattpad but i lwk don’t wanna remember them 💔 very probable this will not be my best work but i’ll try to keep xavier in character. if anyone reads this, ty for giving this a chance 🙏

it’s been busy in linkon city these last few weeks. many wanderer attacks have taken place and the unicorns team has been dispatched often to keep the hordes of wanderers under control. while you have been teamed up with tara exceptionally, your usual partner has been sent on another solo mission.

obviously, his strength as “lumière” is a much needed contribution to keeping the wanderer attacks under control. without lumière, linkon would’ve been in ruins by now. and that, years ago. it’s not surprising captain jenna has sent him by himself to take care of some no-hunt zones.

you, however, missed the person behind the lumière persona. your dear boyfriend and partner, xavier, was continuously away from home. he casually dropped by his own apartment some days to take power naps and return to work shortly after, but never stopped by your apartment. you actually put more pressure on yourself to clear the wanderers so you can have him home faster.

after the whole team got rid of the spawning wanderers, you finally had two days off. captain jenna let you rest for these two days and had someone cover your work for the time being. you gratefully accepted this offer and hoped to finally get time and recharge with your dear boyfriend. the moment he was finally off duty, he teleported to your apartment and fell in your arms.

“you didn’t even bother taking the stairs? i’m just a floor under you,” you say softly, running your fingers through his hair and untangling it. you can feel him nodding against your neck.

“i wanted to see you. i missed you,” he admits. you chuckle at his vulnerability. it was very adorable, and you were reassured to know your feelings weren’t one sided. “i missed you too, xavier.”

he nuzzles his head in your neck and, as you both start to relax, you feel his hand sliding under your shirt and kneading the skin of your waist. a little gasp leaves your mouth as you stare at him, surprised. “what are you doing?”

he chuckles and his hands trail up higher, enjoying the feeling of your skin against his own. “isn’t it obvious? i missed you. i need to feel you. it’s been so long…” he trails off sleepily, his head buried in the crook of your neck. his hands stop right under to breasts, gently drawing circles on your skin. he starts kissing your neck, small pecks that eventually become more desperate, more passionate. you bite your bottom lip to keep small moans from leaving your mouth already.

“i thought you were tired. shouldn’t you sleep instead?” you tease him sarcastically, one hand going to the back of his neck and rubbing it. he doesn’t answer, too preoccupied to make you feel good. his lips trail up your neck, reaching your jaw as he lightly sucks on it. he kisses your cheek, the corner of your mouth, until his lips finally land on yours.

at first, he is gentle. your hands grab his cheeks, leaning into his touch as the kiss continues. but the moment you pull back to catch your breath, he immediately kisses you back, turning more passionate and almost aggressive. his tongue pries itself into your mouth, battling against yours. his hands slip under your bra and his fingers toy with your nipples, desperate to hear a single sound come out of your mouth. your mind is hazy, feeling yourself grow wetter at his touch. how pathetic, you were already so aroused and he practically didn’t touch you yet. after that kiss that seemed to last an eternity, you let out a small moan, and xavier stares at you with a smirk on his face.

“good girl,” he praises you, his hand stroking your messy, undone hair. “keep making these sounds for me, okay? you sound beautiful.”

he raises your shirt over your head and throws it to the other side of the room. his lips lock onto your erected nipples, sucking on them one at a time. seeing them all red and swollen for him was wonderful. he wanted to make you feel good. he needed you to come undone with his touch, and his alone.

“x-xavier, you-“ you cant finish your sentence as he dips a hand under your pants, stroking your wet, clothed sex. every time his fingers brush against your sensitive clit, you cant keep yourself from shuddering, a mess under his touch. “feel so good, need you inside me. please,” you beg. he looks at your sternly, his eyes darker and more serious than when he introduced himself into your apartment.

“you need me? you need my cock?” you nod desperately, body jerking as his fingers tug the band of your panties teasingly. “then beg for it, starlight.”

he releases the band of your underwear to remove your sweatpants first. when he sees your legs, he immediately gets on his knees and trails kisses up your calves, to your knees, to your thighs. he looks up at you, his eyes expectant. “cant beg? then i’ll have to take this matter into my own hands.”

his fingers tug the band of your panties and slides them off your thighs. he pries your legs apart and holds them still as his head dives into your fold. the moment his hot tongue is in contact with your wet pussy, you twitch, legs struggling to stay open.

“so wet for me already… hm, you really needed this, didn’t you?” he whispers as he leans back from your cunt, staring up at you. when he notices you can’t hold your gaze on him, he scoffs. “look at me, love. look at who is making you feel so good.”

his tongue circles around your clit and suckles on it, enjoying the feeling of your hips grinding it his face. he decides to delve into your folds, reaching places you can’t by yourself. and oh, did he love how good you taste. he could feed on your essence for hours and he would want more. his thumb circles as he eats you out, his groans muffled by your cunt. he started grinding his hips on the edge of the couch as he felt more and more aroused, his erection straining in his pants. you, too, kept grinding your hips on his face, riding it.

“m’gonna cum,” you whisper, your words cut off by your desperate moans. it doesn’t take long before you cum on his face, your juices coating it. he keeps eating you out through it, lapping up at your insides until your body finally relaxes. he could see your eyes closing and grabbed your jaw, squeezing it.

“didn’t you forget something?” he asks while tilting your jaw to look at him. your words come out in a jumbled, incoherent mess. you struggle to look at him, feeling already overstimulated after your orgasm. he only sighs and unbuckles his belt.

“i’m not done with you, starlight,” he whispers next to your ear, throwing his belt away once he sees unbuckled it. he opens the zipper of his pants and you see his straining erection his boxers. he grabs your jaw again and tilts it to face him. “my face is here, love.”

“p-please, xavier… i need you,” you finally manage to whisper, his eyes boring into yours. you see a slight, proud smile on his face and he releases his hold on your jaw, only stroking your cheek. “hmm, you’re actually in a better state than i thought you’d be.”

he chuckles, kissing your cheek as he slides down his pants and boxers to let his cock spring free. “maybe i’ll be gentle so you aren’t completely wasted tomorrow,” xavier says calmly, his hand on the hilt of his cock, precum already glistening on his tip. “or maybe i should just fuck you dumb? you usually like that,” he adds, his warm breath on your neck. you make small nods and he smiles, his cock teasing and circling around your entrance.

“p-please fill me up,” you whimper. he honours your wishes, but does it slowly. his cock keeps teasing your entrance while his fingers pinch your nipples. he keeps whispering praise in your ear before gently settling inside you. your walls instinctively clench around him as he first bottoms himself inside you, which incites a whimper from him.

“i missed this… oh, you’re perfect, love,” he whimpers with shaky breath, nipping at your neck as he starts thrusting in and out of your cunt. “m-more, please,” you ask, and you feel him smile against your neck. “such a good girl. i’ll give you more.”

xavier keeps sucking at your neck, his hands settled on your breasts and he starts rutting into you, his cock reaching places you weren’t able to reach on your own. his length was perfect inside of you, pulsing from inside you as his lips landed on yours, tongue battling against yours.

your hand reaches behind his head, passing your fingers through his hair while he keeps rutting into you, his pace getting rougher and faster. the knot in your stomach forms once again and your legs quiver as you grind your hips against his own. you tug back on his hair to stop the kiss. “i’m gonna come- ugh, gonna come soon,” you whisper. a whimper comes out of his mouth, his cheeks flushed red. his cock pounds your insides, your eyes couldn’t help but roll back.

“y-you’re so hot when you pull my hair like that- fuck!” he whimpers against your lips before kissing you again like he’s starved. your moans slipped from your mouth despite his lips as you felt your climax approaching sooner than later.

“i’m gonna come too, ugh…” he adds, pulling back from the kiss and staring at your beautiful, flushed face. “you can hold it, starlight. for me?” he pleads, puppy eyes making him seem almost innocent as opposed to his cock abusing your pussy. “i know you can. you’re so good, so perfect…”

at his praise, you tried holding back, but it only spurred you on more. “i love your pussy. i love you. you’re such a good girl for me,” he whispered to you. you finally came, your slick juices coating his cock generously as he finally bottoms inside you one last time, long and thick spurts of hot seed filling you deep. he buried his dick inside you as you both recovered from your combined orgasm. he holds you close to him, breathing in your scent which he could never get enough of.

“i didn’t even get to ask you how your mission went,” you mention, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“why would you want to know what lumière was up to?” he retorts in annoyance.

“because lumière is cool! i like learning more about him,” you say, obviously waiting for a reaction. after seeing him pout, you decide to give it up. “i know he can’t compete with my dear boyfriend though.”

“that’s not good enough for an apology.”

“i’ll let you borrow my electric stove then.”

xavier smiles and nuzzles his head against your neck, leaning into you. “i really love you.”

“i love you too, xavier.”

AN (2.0) : i sure do hope no one irl associates me with this blog. if someone knows me, please pretend this never existed and ily<3. i cant be shamed more than i am actually. btw did not proofread and wrote this within 3 days (it shows) so quality sucks i’m sorry. finals are shit.

★no reposts ! please give credits to xiwatchthemoon★

To the moon and back

you’ve been my girlfriend in my head since

٠࣪⭑ The first time we kissed ٠࣪⭑

Pairing : Xavier x fem!reader

cw : nsfw, smut , friends with benefits to lovers , slightly coworkers to lovers if you squint, fluffy , they’re madly in love with each other.

Xavier’s hands grip your hips , as he pistols into you from behind.

Your hands gripping the sofa for dear life trying to cling onto any consciousness you have left.

Rough hard thrusts mixed with sensual rolls of his hips, passionate intentionful movements.

That’s what you loved most about sex with Xavier that every movement felt intentional like he was always trying to convey something to you.

“your almost there star, doing so good for me, pussys clenching so hard trying to milk my cock huh you is that what you want my star girl”

“ please Xavier , cum inside me need all of you”

He nips at your ear letting out the most desperate moan you’ve ever heard. Sending you both over the edge

Your walls contract, pulsating and milking everything out he has to offer.

Xavier pulls out slowly , a string of his seed following catching his attention.

Running his fingers between your folds his cum slowly seeping out already , he pushes it back in you, leaving his two fingers in for a moment longer almost plugging you to make sure there was no other option but for you to be bred.

“pushing that come back in so hard you’d think you want third partner with us on our missions”

You chuckle, moaning when he wiggles his fingers inside you a bit.

“It wouldn’t be awful having another one of you to watch over during our missions” Xavier flops down on the bed leaning over and kissing your forehead in the process.

Sex with Xavier wasn’t one of those world wind stories you had always seen in the movies.

You two had been assigned partners on missions , clicking immediately your sassy nature and Xavier’s calm and collected demeanor. It had just been colleagues getting along at one point.

But then you started to notice overtime Xavier was everywhere, he wasn’t close with anyone else at work and he’d taken a liking into following you around. As soon as you’d walk in putting your bag on your desk, Xavier would have two coffees in hand one for you and one for him.

“ how’s your hand” Xavier examines the cut from afar

“eh, been better, that wander was real asshole hm” you giggle.

Xavier nods firmly a glint in his eyes that he agrees.

“ I have some cream I can drop off if you’d like”

You agree, mostly because you always see the serious side of Xavier it would be nice to see what this guy is really like outside of work.

a knock on your door comes at around 9 o’clock

You open the door, Xavier bag in hand with a cozy white oversized hoodie on appears.

“ sorry for dropping it off a little late , I overslept” he says apologetically sleepiness still in his eyes as he rubs them.

“ you’re completely fine Xavier you didn’t even have to do this in the first place, but isn’t it a little late I mean you still have to get back to your apartment .. you really didn’t have to come all the way over here”

“ I live next door” he smiles as if he’s dropping the most casual news.

“ WHAT”

And that’s when the lines started to blur, movie nights at your home, cooking lessons at his normal friendly activity, until one cooking lesson ended with you on the counter and him in between your legs. But it wasn’t like sex had taken over whatever relationship you two had going on. Xavier still came over to do mundane things like watch movies and etc, but you’d noticed him taking on more of a responsibility with you . If your trash was outside your apartment to be picked up. He’d take it down on the way with his. Or cleaning up around the house. But you’d just taken it as you two naturally getting more comfortable with each other.

“ alright princess , up up” Xavier had suddenly gotten off you lifting you bridal style heading towards the bathroom.

Sitting you on the toilet so you could go pee.

You look at him as he turns away face towards the corner.

The same man that had just blown your back out on the couch, was turned away to give you privacy as you peed ?

You giggle to yourself a bit he truly was the sweetest.

“ all done ?” He asks back still turned away.

“ yep” you reply

He then passes you by to turn on the water of the bath tub, after a couple seconds checking to make sure the temperature is right he gets in signaling for you to sit between his legs.

Between his legs you slightly turn your head up at him.

“ you know, you really don’t have to do this I know how hard being a hunter can be. we work the same job, I mean isn’t sex supposed to take the pressure and responsibility off a little, you don’t need to take care of me” you squeeze his hand

For a moment you see the wheels turning in his head trying to process everything you had said

He quietly replies

“ precious things need to be taken care of” squeezing your hand back.

Your heart flutters a little at his response was it bad to feel like maybe just maybe this could be more than friends.

Work had been extremely exhausting for you lately not just on your body but on your mind as well

You’d decided to take a day off just a mental health day feeling like you really needed it.

You planned to lay in the bed all day wrapped in blankets and a box of cookies watching your favorite dramas.

At around 8 am you hear your door unlocking, “that’s odd” you think to yourself. the only person who has the key is Xavier who should already be at work.

To lazy to get up and check you stay in bed it’s either Xavier or a serial killer and at this point if it’s a serial killer you’re just gonna accept your fate. From the bed you see Xavier peeking in at the door frame.

He’d brought your favorite cookies and an arcade plush the special addition pink alien you’d been wanting, which you knew had to have taken him ages since the claw machine wasn’t his forte.

He puts the bag next to your bed as he climbs under the sheets wrapping himself around you.

“so this is what happens when you have sex with the sleepy guy you go on missions with, you pick up his habits” he says jokingly

You giggle and then those giggles swiftly turn into soft sobs, sobs of exhaustion.

“ I know Angel , I know” Xavier says kissing the crown of your head.

“I want you to hold me like this forever” you whisper sleepy eyes in and out of consciousness finally closing shut.

Xavier’s eyes soften “you are my forever”

Your eyes flutter open, shifting in bed to wrap yourself tighter around Xavier.

Except, he isn’t there

You sit up slightly looking around, he’s in the living room cleaning up around your apartment

He spots you , quickly putting down the broom he walks quickly over to your room.

“do you need anything princess?”

His domestic nature making your pussy throb you reply.

“ just you”

“ anything for you princess” climbing onto the bed pulling you closer to him.

He works his way down your neck sucking and biting.

“ Xavier” you whimper his name foot teasing the draw string of the sweatpants he’s wearing trying to tug them down.

He groans into your ear , suddenly tugging the sweatpants off, sitting back on his hunches dick glossy with precum

“ you see what you do to me princess” he says pumping his cock

You pull off your sweat shorts you had been wearing to reveal your folds , hand in between them showing him how wet he had made you.

“ just from watching you clean the apartment” you utter small whimpers between your words.

“ my dirty girl” Xavier moves closer to you

You wrap your legs around him locking him into place

“ need you inside me Xavier, need your cock”

His hands gripping your hips he pushes inside your wet cunt.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever get sick of that initial entrance of his cock , your gummy walls contracting on his cock with how much your pussy wants to milk him but all at the same time your pussy is so tight it doesn’t want to let him in.

“ ohh— Xavier , oh my— holy shit” your head rolls back.

He’s in and out of your pussy at a rhythm that’s unrecognizable.

It doesn’t take long for you to feel your insides unraveling with every thrust.

Your orgasm so close you can taste it on the tip of your tongue.

Oh— right there , I’m so close you moan

“gotta fill you up princess, show me how much you love it , show me how much you love this cock”

“ Fuck— Xavier .. I love you”

That’s all it takes for him, unexpectedly you feel his hips shutter

his body tenses up , his eyes go wide , a choked moan leaving his lips

He had came at you saying you loved him..

Spurt after spurt of warm seed fill your pussy, so much that you would’ve thought this man hadn’t cum in months even though you know for a fact he had.

Hips bucking naturally like aftershocks of what you had just done.

Your realization of what is happening is what takes you over the edge , pussy contracting on his cock that’s still actively spurting come. As you squirt all over his lower belly.

Xavier flops down on the bed next to you.

The room is filled with heavy breathing from the both of you.

Xavier reaches down caressing your hand although he’s trying gather himself as well his instincts always comes back to taking care of you

You both just lay like that for a while.

Until you look over at him thoughts of your relationship fill your head as well as what just happened.

“ Xavier , do you love me”

He turns his head to face yours

“ to the moon and back”

You squeeze his hand

“ are you in love with me” you quip

“madly”

You look at him through your eyelashes

“do you ever find it weird we have sex , you clean my apartment , you stay at my home more than at yours , you take my trash out , you know me more than I know myself but we arent dating”

“maybe to others , but you’ve been my girlfriend in my head since the first time we kissed”

Your eyes tear up

You smack his chest, as his eyes change looking like a worried puppy dog

You sniffle “ why didn’t you tell me that I was falling in love with you this whole time and I thought you thought we were friends with benefits.” you whine kicking your feet

He giggles rubbing your hand

“I wanted you to realize on your own, because even if you didn’t feel the same way I would rather live my life in a never ending circle of friends with benefits with you, than not have you in my life at all.”

“ should I ask you formally” he gleams

You nod excitedly

“ y/n will you be my girlfriend”

Epilogue

You and Xavier walk hand and hand into the arcade

Most likely scaring every child in there with your fierce aura.

Pointing at the newest addition of the alien now coming in blue color with embroidered flowers on him.

“ we’re not leaving here without him” you look at Xavier

You and Xavier now sit on the bench waiting for the bus you excitedly clutching the blue alien arm hooked to Xavier.

You’d been giving him smooches constantly after winning you the little blue alien, which took him 7 hours and countless tries.

“ your welcome baby” he kisses you back tiredly

“ but I do have something to say”

You turn your head smiling ready to listen

“how could you ever think we were friends with benefits, I mean I’ve never heard of a fuck buddy spending hours to get a pink alien from an arcade”

“the same way you came inside me countless times before we ever hit girlfriend boyfriend status” you retort quickly

“ fair point” he says kissing your cheek as you two walk hand and hand onto the bus.

(xavier ramble that i posted on discord and now u get to read here <3)

so. my main faves are xavier (main), rafayel, and caleb. and i was thinking... what's pulling me to xavier over the other two? (especially caleb LMAO) i feel like i'd commonly go with the outspoken clingy dramatic boys (raf) or the 'childhood best friend' archetype (caleb) but something about xavier captivated me.

when i first started looking to him, i felt like there was waaay more than meets the eye for his character, and that's intentional, since he wants to live a quiet life, but has so much history behind him.

aside from differences in personalities and preferences (i love raf but irl im not a sea or seafood person, and i love caleb but.. but nothing. xavier just pulls me in more LMAO), xavier to me truly has that sneak attack for your heart.

he's awkward, and silly, and insanely powerful on the battlefield. he loves reading comics, playing video games, and being delusional about his cooking skills. he's a rock that you can always depend upon in a quiet life. he's cheeky and gets easily jealous, but would much rather pout and be sulky than direct that to you. its adorable. as xavier and caleb are jokingly deemed the 'possessive' duo, caleb's possessiveness to me could go left (affectionate, i know why), whereas i feel as though xavier's stems from just wanting to capitalize on your attention. he has someone in his life that he cares deeply about, its only natural for him to be a little clingy about it.

on top of the fact that he's just a good friend in of itself, keeping an eye on you and making sure you take care of yourself without crossing a boundary. he loves being around you so much so that he admires the person you are, and wants to be that type of person himself. he relishes in being recognized by you in a world where he's only ever known as an entity to be utilized, rather than a person who has feelings and passions.

'this is the first time someone's asked me to play support' he says, which sounds normal at face value, but its definitely something to be unpacked: he's not used to being the person that supports, he's used to being the leader, the strong hunter that needs no one to finish the job, the crown prince that's above all else, the leader of the backtrackers, the elusive lumiere… now he just gets to be xavier that supports his friends. he thinks of himself as a nobody, someone who used to be 'everything', not out of personhood, but out of necessity. being able to be seen by someone he loves despite everything is by far the greatest joy in life he could ever have. and i love him SOOOO MUCH FOR IT!! im sure all of the lads love mc and they make their life better by being in it, but for me, there's something so comforting and lovely about xavier growing into a person he wants to be because someone he loves makes him want to figure out who he is for himself. because the person that loves him will love him at his core regardless of who he decides to be. thats why he gets jealous because mc looks to lumiere, and im sure she's picked up on that too. he loathes the idea that she loves someone that isnt him. obviously, lumiere IS him, but it's not 'him' in the sense that it's a persona, an idea, a hero. xavier… simply thinks of himself as a man who quietly lives in his apartment and goes to work like everyone else. he doesnt have a tether to anything other than just wanting to live life the way he wants to, after living so many lives that were not given by choice. at least… not until mc.

but as an addendum to this rambling, he's just!!! great and i love his personal journey and how it intertwines with mc at the core of it. im happy he gets to be in a world where he can live a quiet life!! and his joy is by far something that leads me to him over the other lads.

-- (i love him in his entirety and i think i havent found that spark with the other lads yet. caleb is a close second though, his relationship with mc is so silly and they have such a sweet bond that im sure he cherishes. his devotion, affection, and love languages are to die for.

but i think xavier's way of being there for you and picking up the cracks when you cant or before you even realize appeals to me more. thinking about precious bonfire clips i saw and how he took every opportunity to stay by and support mc and how he looked after her, made sure she was having fun, and allowed her to use him as a scapegoat so that she didn't get burnt out or the call where he saw she was alone at a team building thing at the bar and offered to leave with her since she wasnt really keen on hanging out to begin with he's just. so sweet. hes always thinking about the small things and wants his favorite person to be happy because it makes him happy :> this doesnt even go into the smaller nuances or traits that i love about him. maybe i'll do a post about it or just how personality wise i feel like if i were to bond with anyone irl xavier would be #1 in a landslide.)

Smart Enough

Synopsis: Dr. Zayne has an incredible mind, incredible physique and an incredible stamina. Having a pretty thing on his arm at all times is just a perk.

Warnings: Dumbification, Zayne is a Hard!Dom, size-difference, choking, filming, not for everyone, Y/n is sort of a crybaby, drooling.

As your fiancé, Zayne is a handsome doctor with an impressive physique, especially when it’s hidden under that white lab quote. He's tall, muscular, and you can't help but obsess over how much bigger he is than you. “Y/n, stop trying to get me to flex for pictures."

The way he says it is so cold. He’s relaxing, for once, in his home office chair. He just finished a workout, he tried to never miss a day no matter how tired he was from work. Y/n pouts, sitting on the edge of his desk. “Pleaseeee? I always like showing you off.”

Zayne looks up from his laptop, those piercing blue eyes meeting yours with a mix of exasperation and amusement. “And I always tell you I'm not here for your'showing off'. It's not professional." Despite his serious tone, there's a small smirk playing at his lips.

But behind closed doors, with the night casts a shadow over them, he changes. Your phone is propped on a tripod, angled just enough to show your cock drunk expression. His arm is around your throat, the muscle squishing your face as he drills you from behind.

The room is filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. Zayne's grip around your throat tightens slightly, his voice low and husky in your ear. “See, this is what you want. Not some fucking Instagram post."

Zayne slows his thrusts, his hand sliding down to grasp your chin, forcing you to look at the screen. Your face is a mess of pleasure, his arm a thick band around your neck. He snaps a picture, the flash momentarily blinding you. “Perfect."

Your drooling, pupils dilated from the ecstacy. “S-so meannn Zay-!”

He chuckles darkly, his thumb wiping away the drool from your chin before bringing it to his own lips, sucking it clean. “You love it when I'm mean to you, don't you?" His hips snap forward, bottoming out inside you as his arm squeezes your throat.

You don’t want to admit it. Zayne is the smartest man you’ve ever met, maybe in the entire world. Knocking yourself down a peg is something that gives you a deep satisfaction. “N-Nu uh!”

Zayne throws his head back with a laugh.

God, you're cute.

He pulls out slightly, then snaps his hips hard. "You know what your problem is?" He growls, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a red mark. "You have no self respect. No filter."

You are whimpering as he releases your throat from his arms, instead he tangles his surgeon steady fingers into her your, pulling your head back so you are staring in the camera.

His fingers tighten in your hair, making you whimper. The camera captures your disheveled look - your mouth open, eyes half-lidded and slightly glassy, cheeks red. "Look at you," Zayne mutters, taking another picture. "No brain. No filter."

“I-I’m smart!” You sound like you are trying to convince yourself more than your surgeon fiancé

Zayne laughs again, his thumb spreading your drool over your chin. "Mhmm. And how many degrees do you have?" He asks mockingly, his hips moving slow and deep. "One?" He smirks. "Two?" He pulls back slightly, waiting for your answer.

You choke back a sob when his cock curved just right into your drooling walls. “N-none…”

Zayne's smirk grows wider, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and dominance. "Exactly," he says, his voice low and mocking. "And how many do I have?" He thrusts harder, emphasizing each word. "Four. Fucking. Degrees."

Zayne was a fucking child-prodigy of medical knowledge. But you, you were his pretty little Hunter that looked perfect on his cock.

His smirk softens slightly. "God, you're an airhead," He mutters, snapping another picture of your disheveled, half-crazed look. "One hundred fifty published papers. Surgeon at twenty seven. And you?" He laughs, his thumb pushing into your mouth.

"You're cute. Absolutely adorable. And so fucking stupid." His thrusts pick up speed, hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes you drool even more. He captures another photo, then pulls your hair harder.* "You know what else you are?"

You are so far gone, if your life ended right that second, you wouldn’t give a single shit.

“The love of my life.” He bends your head back and captures your mouth in a heated kiss. His cock twitches inside of you, and he cums.

He breaks the kiss, panting as he fills you up with his release. He holds the camera up, taking a picture of you all - him looking intense and satisfied, you looking absolutely wrecked and filled with his cum. He sets the camera down and gently pulls out of you.

You whimper, coming down from a very deep sub space. You’re shivering, sniffling and trying to wipe your tears away.

He watches you for a moment, a soft smile on his face. "Hey, come here," he says gently, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you. He brushes your hair out of your face and kisses your forehead. "You did so well, baby."

You immediately seeks his comfort, burying your face in his shoulder. His skin is sometimes cold to the touch, but there is no place you’d rather be. “D-did I do good?”

He nods, his arms tightening around you. "You did amazing," he murmurs, nuzzling into your hair. "I'm so proud of you. My pretty little Hunter, so obedient and perfect." He rocks you gently, his cold hands rubbing up and down your back to warm you up.

His voice dips, like he’s talking to one of his young patients in the pediatric ward.

His voice softens, taking on that gentle, almost paternal tone he reserves for his youngest patients and... apparently, his submissive fiancée when she's in a vulnerable state. “There we go... shh... my good girl..."

“Zayne?”

“Hm?”

“Am I smart?”

“Get some sleep, Princess.”

Thinking about Xavier’s breeding kink

you had just been on your phone in the bed scrolling through Instagram when you came up on a reel

“all men have breeding kinks it just needs to be unlocked”

You scoff at it a little, that’s kind of a bold statement to make, you think to yourself

But then you put two and two together, all the times Xavier had preferred coming inside you, how his eyes gleam like an ocean in the night sky when he sees you interacting with children

Xavier has a breeding kink

And you’re gonna unlock it.

Step 1 get him in bed, pretty easy if there was any activity xavier loved in the bed more than sleeping it was fucking you.

Step 2 allude to pregnancy and or breeding.

Xavier was in between your thighs length aligned with your core about to push inside you

“hey honey, i haven’t been able to fill the prescription for my birth control for a couple weeks, but it’s fine you can still come inside me.”

“ I mean a baby wouldn’t be the worst thing huh”

And that’s how you ended up here..

“ Fuck, that’s it” he moans out as he pounds into you at an undetectable rhythm

Xavier wasn’t usually primal but this was a primal urge , like a leopard chasing its prey.

Your hands clawing at his back

Sobs of pleasure coming out of your mouth as he grips your hips.

“ ngh , so full of your cock” you moan out

Xavier’s pace quickens somehow not even knowing that was possible at the rate he’s going

“ let me make you a mommy” he moans close to your ear

“ it’s what you want hm, it’s what you need, your womb craves my seed?” He ask so honestly like he genuinely needs the confirmation.

“ fuck , yes need your babies, need you to make me a mommy” you say breathlessly words slightly broken up as Xavier’s pounds are relentless

That’s all it takes for him

His thrusts are even more frantic but somehow more sensual like he wants to paint your walls with his seed up and down, he wasn’t fucking you anymore he was making love to you.

“ you’re perfect my star, gonna look so good carrying my baby, gonna give you everything all of me-“

As he’s cut off by your orgasms intertwining

You falling apart underneath him as he pumps you full of his cum, squirt after squirt , rope after rope

Your gummy insides so weak from his cock not even fighting just taking all that he can give like your cunt nutritionally needs it.

“ that’s it honey, I’ve got you” he says running his fingers along your hip bone before pulling out

Immediately sticking his fingers in your cunt as to block the exit making sure there was no other choice but for it to pass through to your womb.

After he’s decided your cunt had efficiently taken his bearings , he gives it a couple pats as if it had just had a full meal.

He flops down next to you kissing up your neck

“ my princess, did so good. So full and leaky”

So all men having a breeding kink may be up for debate but what wasn’t was if Xavier had one or not, because that was definitely a yes.

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How about Xavier's version of br33ding k1nk? 👉🏻👈🏻

You'd never seen Xavier like this.

Usually so composed—every word deliberate, every move practiced elegance. But right now, his breath was ragged against your neck, his hands gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks, and his hips grinding against yours like he needed you.

“First time,” he rasped, his voice velvet over steel. “And you’re already asking me to come inside you?”

You nodded, breath hitching, your body trembling beneath him. “Please…”

He groaned, dragging his teeth along your jaw. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”

His cock was pressed between your soaked folds, teasing—taunting—as he kissed down your throat. Every nerve in your body buzzed with anticipation.

“Say it again,” he demanded, low and rough. “Look at me when you say it.”

Your eyes met his—burning, intense—and you whispered, “I want you to come inside me. I want you to fill me up.”

Something in him snapped.

He lined himself up and pushed in slowly, torturously, watching your face the whole time. Your tight, untouched walls clung to him, and the moment he bottomed out, he let out a sharp, broken breath.

“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re so tight, so perfect—this virgin pussy gripping me like it was made for it.”

You whimpered beneath him, overwhelmed—stretched, full, utterly consumed.

He didn’t move at first. Just looked at you. Like he was committing this moment to memory.

Then he started to thrust—deep, steady strokes that dragged along every sensitive spot inside you.

“You were made for this,” he murmured into your ear. “Made to take me. To be filled. You want me to come inside this sweet little pussy? Want me to stuff you full?”

Your hands clawed at his back, desperate. “Yes—please, Xavier, I want it—”

He fucked you harder then, each thrust claiming, filthy, possessive.

“That’s it,” he panted. “Beg me. Beg me to breed you.”

You were moaning now, near tears, pleasure building too fast, too much.

“Please—come inside me, Xavier—I want it so bad—want you to fill me up—want to feel it leaking out—”

His rhythm stuttered, hands gripping your hips hard as he pushed in deep and stayed there.

“Take it,” he groaned. “Take every drop, sweetheart.”

And then you felt it—hot, spilling deep inside you, pulse after pulse as he cursed into your skin, hips twitching with every wave of release.

Even as he finished, he didn’t pull out. Just kept grinding slowly, making sure you felt every second of it.

“Not done,” he murmured against your lips, voice still thick with heat. “You’re mine now. I’ll fuck you again. And again. Until I’m dripping out of you every time you walk.”

PAIRINGS: Reader x Xavier

SUMMARY: You and Xavier are fighting a wanderer when it unexpectedly unleashes an aphrodisiac, causing Xavier to turn feral ✶⋆.˚

WARNING/TAGS: MDNI 18+, use of sex pollen/ aphrodisiacs, mentions of rough p in v sex, multiple orgasms and overstim, grinding/ dry humping, slight dubcon, clit stimulation. 1.2K words

A/N: My version of the popular use of aphrodisiacs trope ♡

You enter the forest clearing with a frown.

“Where is the wanderer? Tara said that it would be here somewhere…”

Xavier trails behind you, his brow furrowed as he glances around the open stretch of grass and the dense ring of trees looming in the distance.

“Do you see something moving amongst the trees?”

“Wh—?!” Your sentence abruptly gets cut off when something huge and heavy pounces upon you. You let out a shriek as you're met face-to-face with the creature, a monstrosity of jagged teeth, forked slimy tongues and glowing amber eyes. It aggressively swings its tail at you, long, black-leathered and barbed with jagged spikes—

And then there’s a burst of bright light. The wanderer is thrown back into the air as Xavier advances towards it cautiously, his sword drawn and poised ready to attack. The wanderer hisses, pawing angrily against the ground, its eyes swivelling between you both. It seems to make up its mind, knowing that you’re the easier target, it attacks you once more. Its tail comes down hard on you, and you stand there petrified, knowing that there isn’t enough time to dodge anyway –

With a groan, Xavier grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you out of harm’s way as the barbed end sinks into his own shoulder. You grab your gun and fire, and the bullet lands snugly right into the wanderer's heart. It growls as it collapses, taking its last few breaths of air.

“Xavier!” You rush to your partner’s side as panic seizes you. He’s on the ground, his eyebrows pinched in pain as you roll him over to inspect the damage. There are a few grazes that cut into his uniform and skin, and he clutches his shoulder, panting lightly as he looks up at you with a strange expression.

“Thank god, the cut isn’t too deep – why did you try to save me, you idiot –” You gently push him down onto the grassy floor as you straddle him, fumbling around in your bag for your first aid kit. What you don’t notice, however, is the strange dark fluid from the wanderer’s tail soaking into his wound and the way Xavier is panting almost too hard and his oddly laboured breaths as he looks up at you.

“Pl…please get off of me…” Xavier says, sounding forced, and his azure blue eyes begging.

“What? I’m trying to heal you.” You look down at him, confused.

Xavier’s eyes are dilating and contracting rapidly. His hands are balled up into fists as he desperately forces them to stay glued at his side. He grinds his rock-hard boner against your clothed cunt; it is taking all his willpower to not buck up into you and give in into his urges.

Realisation washes over you.

“The wanderer … its poison contain some sort of aphrodisiac, don’t they? What sort of monster has Tara set us up to?”

“I don’t … I don’t know … “ Xavier says weakly, closing his eyes. “But if you don’t –”

His eyes fly open, and they glow a hue of blue as he is suddenly shoving you down onto the ground with newfound strength. He growls as he wraps his hands around your clothed tits and squeezes hard, eliciting moans from you, your back instinctively arching into his demanding touch. He slides a hand over your stomach and down to your pants, and with an aggressive tug it is pulled down to your ankles, your bare cunt exposed to him.

“Stay right there.” Xavier snarls, as he pushes his boner up against your cunt. His voice is deeper, meaner, as he slides off his own pants and rubs his dick against your soaking pussy, catching up against your clit and sending waves of pleasure though your body.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you practically see stars when Xavier finally pushes his leaking cock into your tight wet heat with a hiss. He sets a brutal pace, fucking into you like some feral animal, and all you can do is lie there and take his cock.

Xavier leans down, licking a stripe up to your neck as he continues to thrust relentlessly into you. When you moan out loud, he attaches his lips onto that spot on your neck, seemingly satisfied with finding your sensitive spot as he nibbles and sucks.

“Xavier”, you whimper. “ S’ going to leave a mark…”

At the sound of his name on your tongue, the glow in Xavier’s eyes seem to dim a little . His head jerks up, and his expression twists into shock as he realizes what he’s done.

“Oh no,” he whispers. “I’m– I’m so sorry –”

For a moment, he almost seems back to normal. But then the blue glow flares brighter in his eyes, and his pace quickens. A sneer curls across his lips.

“Miss the old me?” he demands, as his hips snap into you with a particularly hard thrust. “Shame. He can’t save you now.”

His nimble, sleek fingers find your clit and they circle around it, as he continues to pound you. “I’ve only just gotten started with you.”

You whimper pathetically at this, and Xavier’s pupils dilate even further.

“You like it when I’m like this, don’t you?” His lips are on the shell of your ear, his breath hot. “Look at the way your tight little pussy is holding onto my cock.” His voice is mocking, as he rolls your clit in between his finger, giving it a suddenly pinch.

Your orgasm seizes your body as you come around his big hard cock, crying his name and trembling from the force of it. Xavier fucks you through it, and true to his words, he doesn’t stop his brutal pace.

✶⋆.˚

You must have came in ten different positions before the aphrodisiac finally manages to work its way out of Xavier’s system. When he finally returns back to his usual self, for good this time, worry instantly fills his eyes as he apologises to you over and over again.

You let out a weak groan as you collapse to the ground. Xavier manages to catch you in time, pulling you close to his warm body and wrapping his strong arms around you.

“I … I didn’t know the wanderer would do that.” You quip. You’re pumped full of Xavier’s seed, and it’s obscene how it leaks out of your cunt. Xavier’s face instantly turns pink as his eyes fall onto your pussy. As his fingers reach out to swipe away the cum, they accidentally catch onto your sensitive clit, and you cry out loud from the overstimulation.

“I-I didn’t mean to –” Xavier stammers, his face turning an even darker shade of pink. “Please, let me clean you up and cook you dinner at my place. It’s the least I can do.”

The least he can do is to not cook you dinner, you think, but you don’t say that out loud. Instead, you hug him back.

“Don’t feel bad about what just happened, okay? It wasn’t your fault. Plus … I liked it.” Your face now matches the same shade of red as Xavier’s.

Xavier’s eyes are wide. He opens his mouth wordlessly, then closes it again. Finally, he says, shyly, “If that’s the case… Maybe tonight, you can come over for something a little more exciting than dinner.”

Your jaw drops. With such a sweet, innocent face, who’d expect he’d say such suggestive things?

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Hair Wash [read on AO3]

For XavMC Week 2025 ( @xavmc-week )

Day 2: Domesticity

(🔞 slight nsfw at the end)

In which, after a long mission, you decide to comfort Xavier by washing his hair.

Little did you know, it would lead to other consequences..

“You..wanna help wash my hair?”

Xavier stares at your adorable figure, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. He has just returned from a classified mission and is in the process of unbuttoning his shirt when you walk in with the proposal. He isn’t averse to the idea. Rather he’d welcome any form of skin contact if it’s you but the fact that this is the first time you’ve suggested doing something like this makes him slightly suspicious.

He tilts his head and frowns. “Am I being pranked?”

You giggle as you head to the cabinet and pull out your bottle of shampoo. “Xavier, you look like a bunny who rolled around in the mud. I simply wanna help clean up.”

“Well then, you can wash my hair but, ” He scratches his cheek and smiles, a playful threat in his eyes, “..know that this bunny will bite if you try anything funny.”

You shake your head and gesture with your hand for him to come over to the bathtub. The smile never leaves his face as he deftly undoes the last few buttons on his shirt and discards it, followed by the black turtleneck to reveal the muscular build of his torso. The sight still makes you shy like a schoolgirl so you avert your eyes and dip a finger in the tub to assess the temperature of the water instead.

“Okay just..”

When you crane your head back, you find him clad in nothing but his boxers. Your eyes involuntarily travel south and the apparent bulge shouldn’t surprise you, considering the fact that you have already seen the real thing in action, but it does. A heated blush blooms upon your face as he makes his way to you and settles into the tub, completely oblivious to the effect he has on you.

While he adjusts himself in the tub, he’s quiet but not uncomfortable. Rather, his eyes seem to be twinkling like a cat that got the cream. And his body is positively glowing like a radiant star. “I’m ready.”

It’s impossible to believe he suspected you of pranking him just a moment ago when he looks like the happiest bunny right now. You take up the hand shower’s cord and gently pour water on his hair.

“Close your eyes, lean back, and relax.”

He obliges.

You let your fingers run through the strands to evenly wet his hair, and he hums in approval. The sight makes you smile, and you proceed to squeeze out a generous amount of the shampoo in your palm. Then slowly, you massage the liquid into his hair and scalp, earning another sound of approval, this one deeper.

“Glad you’re enjoying this.”

“I am.” His reply is a breathy whisper, barely audible because of your proximity. And his cheeks are flushed a pretty hue of pink. Who knew he’d be enjoying something so simple so much?

You continue on, massaging his scalp for another minute before taking up the shower cord again. “Eyes closed, okay?”

He doesn’t respond but his eyes are closed regardless so you spray his hair with water, and begin rinsing off the shampoo. Your fingers card through his wet, silvery locks to make sure the lather isn’t left anywhere.

After you are done, you stand up to grab a towel but before you can take a step, his wet hand comes up to grasp your wrist. “Wait! You’re done already?”

His eyes are open now, big and blue and disappointed.

“Um..yeah..” You shrug. “It’s done.”

“But I just..”

He tugs at your wrist and due to the wet, soapy floor, you end up slipping, your face smacking right on his half-submerged torso.

“Ugh..Xavier you!”

Clumsily, you try to sit up, and in the process, your hand glides down, accidentally landing on something firm. Immediately you retract your hand and stare at him, face flushed beyond words.

“Is that..are you..?”

He passes a hand through his hair, the other leaving your wrist to instead wrap around your waist, and properly draw you on top of him in the tub. His eyes are heavily lidded and voice hoarse as he asks, “What if I am?”

You are too stunned for words. The article you read online only talked about this being an act of intimacy and domesticity between couples. And it’s not that you aren’t flattered but you had no idea this could turn sexual.

You punch his chest lightly. “I was only trying to help you relax!”

“And you’re doing so well.” His thumb easily unfurls your fist and he guides your palm back under the suds to rest over the outline of his obvious length confined within the boxers.

“Now..” He runs the back of his other hand over your cheek and smirks. “..finish what you started.”

hope you liked this ficlet ♡

i don’t think i have much time to write full-length fics but i atleast wanna write short moments of intimacy for each prompt, and participate!

» MASTERLIST «

explicit sexual content, a bit of dark content. contains gn! reader, obsession, stalking, allusions to xavier accidentally killing mc's grandma and best friend (caleb)🧌 the both of you live in townhouses instead of an apartment. written on mar. '24

perv!xavier who always pries into your private life, subtly asking for more details.

perv!xavier who shares his clearance with you and offers to drop you home just so he can know your current location. perv!xavier, who just so happens to be walking past your home and stops to say hi to you-- through your window while you face away from him, towel the only thing covering his body.

xavier's the soft-spoken, sleepy boy you befriend and, as you get closer, allows you to rely more and more on him when it comes to your issues. he could never give you a good solution though, eyes taking glances at your collarbones and stomach that peeks out whenever you stretch in that white fluffy sweater he gifted you. focusing on your lips, he eventually nods to whatever it is you're saying in "understanding."

the more he got closer to you, the more his life took a downward spiral. he was a good guy who was always focused on saving people-- saving the world. but when you found him on that mission, he just couldn't get enough of you and no matter how hard he tried to stay away, you two would always cross paths. xavier became more interested with every interaction. he craved to see you more and more so here he was-- just outside your home. he wasn't stalking you... you told him where you lived and said specifically to "come by whenever" he wanted. and that's just what he did.

your towelled body becomes bare as you push yourself up onto the bed, laying on your stomach while your legs move back and forth in the air as you smile and giggle. xavier's eyebrows twitch and his eyes darken as his nails dig into his skin. what were you so damn happy about? to be honest, xavier was ready to kill anyone who set his hands on you. it's not like it wouldn't be the first time, though, he would make certain, unlike before, there would be no casualties involved, not that you had anyone left after the first incident.

xavier spots you rolling onto your stomach. your fingers trace down your body, sending shivers down your spine before you fuck yourself onto them. xavier follows suit, unzipping his pants and stroking his cock. he watches you intently, looking at the way your mouth forms words-- said word being xavier. the slow sounding out of it and the fact that you called out his name throws him for a loop as he cums right then and there, a choked whine leaving him.

looking at the mess on his hand, he pouts, a bit annoyed he couldn't last longer. he looks back up to spot you still at work, your phone now resting on your bed. focusing his eyes, xavier stares at the electronic device to see the displayed photo of said boy outside your window, previously in the comfort of his own home with his shirt held by his teeth while he pumped at his cock.

Ok, question. I’m not a huge fan of the MC in Love and Deepspace. Does anyone feel the same way? Her personality is so off putting that I haven’t gotten that far into the main story line because of that. Considering all that. I want to create a few fanfics with an MC with a different and cooler personality. Her position would be the same though.

I’ll cite my evidence for why I dislike her so much (Disclaimer: I’ve seen spoilers and some of Rafayel’s cards):

We’ll start with Xavier. Poor Xavier. He’s one of my favorites. Unproblematic sleepy boi for the most part. How the MC treats him grates me, especially at the beginning.

The second time they meet (Chapter 3), they’re in an active danger zone. MC gets a sprained ankle and Xavier patches her up. Then, he takes out a ton of Wanders to clear the path for her. That’s very thoughtful. Afterward, MC starts to grill him on his identity. I’m not really sure why. I can only assume it’s a mix between him being mysterious about his identity and his insane skill (it’s called being private, but MC didn’t get the memo). She proceeds to go through a lengthy interrogation, only to come up empty.

This confuses me for multiple reasons. First, they’re in the middle of a danger zone. The priority should be getting out or clearing Wanderers, not figuring out his identity. She can ask her boss later. If she’s wary of Xavier because he’s not apart of UNICORN, then she should focus on getting out of there. She doesn’t fear him though. MC doesn’t focus on getting out, and she goes as far as sassing him later for not giving her more information. If you provoke an unpredictable and dangerous entity, there’s a good chance they’ll harm you. Consider all this, MC doesn’t fear him. Therefore, his identity doesn’t matter for her to survive. This means she wants private information from someone who clearly doesn’t want to give it. That’s rude af, especially considering he’s been helping her since he saw her. Her verbiage also rubs me the wrong way. It feels like she thinks she’s entitled to his private information. It’s ridiculous. MC has met him twice. Of course he’s not going to tell her sensitive intel. I wouldn’t either if someone acted like that toward me.

The next thing for poor Xavier was a text conversation. MC basically called him emotionless. I had to take a second to process that one. Everyone has feelings even if they don’t express them very much. I’m baffled that she insinuated that when she knows Zayne. MC has never said that about Zayne as far as I know, and he’s way less expressive than Xavier. It’s rude, insensitive, and immature to say that to someone.

Again with Xavier. There was a part where MC was given a proposal to help in obtaining some information in the main story. It was dangerous. Xavier stayed behind after her boss left. There were a few choices you could respond with. Obviously, I chose those favorable to Xavier. I click on “I want you as my hunting partner.” He was genuinely excited and happy that you wanted to work with him. Then MC adds that she views him as a tool. She’s objectifying him. That’s unacceptable and disrespectful to do to anybody, but to do it to someone with good intentions and has your best interest at heart is beyond upsetting. It was painful to watch the excited, happy expression on his face drop into one of dejection.

Let’s talk about Zayne. I’m baffled by how MC treats him. She goes against her doctor’s orders despite having a specific medical condition. She brushes him off and refuses to listen to him. It’s frustrating to witness. It makes my brain hurt. She has a job that requires extensive physical and dangerous activity. It’s important to take care of her health so she’s competent and safe. If something happens on the battlefield because MC didn’t take care of herself, she’s putting more people in danger. Instead of her teammates only having to worry just about themselves, they’ll have another burden to deal with. It seems extremely irresponsible.

Now, Rafayel… again, the MC baffles me. During the second meeting, she is incredibly aggressive. It’s the coral stone incident with his painting driving someone mad. She accuses Rafayel of malicious intent without any concrete evidence from what I understood. Although MC was right, she didn’t have any proof. As far as she knew, he doesn’t have a motive. That’s a huge issue for me. Most people don’t kill another without a reason. Also if the substance he used as paint was tainted, how should he know? He doesn’t specialize or deal with Wanderers everyday. It could very well be an accident. I find her actions and belief of immediately assuming the absolute worst and being aggressive about it as ineffective and off putting.

Next is when she finds out Rafayel is a Lemurian. Oh boy, I was in a tizzy about this scene. Now, I don’t particularly like how she treated him when he clearly felt awful. Her bedside manner was terrible, but it wasn’t a big deal. However, when the scales appear, MC touches them without permission. Rafayel is in a vulnerable state and has accidentally revealed a huge weakness that puts him in danger if others found out. When our merman boy wakes up, he tells her not to touch him. MC disregards that and continues to basically assault him. I understand that some people might find touching his cheek not a big deal, but it’s the consent that matters. He didn’t consent to her touch and she did it anyway. He was clearly uncomfortable and upset. Rafayel also had little way to fight back because of his weakened state. People might argue, “he wanted it.” That is a dangerous mindset to have. If it was applied to a real world case, then that could be making an excuse for a potential rapist. No means no. Even if he did desire it, she needs explicit consent.

Then she makes a… threat? comment? about how she could kidnap him and sell him to the highest bidder. That is not cool. Even if it’s a joke, it’s not funny. That is a real threat and danger to Rafayel, and she says it without hesitation. MC has no regard for his feelings about the situation. She says “I would never do that to you” at the end, but that doesn’t cancel out what she said earlier. MC proved she wasn’t safe emotionally. No wonder Rafayel has the sentiment of “all humans are greedy.” If I was faced with MC and the people who hound him to buy his art, I might be convinced too.

Overall, I have huge problems with the MC. Does anyone feel the same? I tend to specialize in write canon-based fanfics with twists and whatnot. Would anyone be interested? (I’ll probably do it anyway, but feedback is always appreciated) If I do, I’m changing MC’s personality 100%

If I ask U nicely can I have another soup cup?

As much as you want 🍜👍

Xavier!core includes…

the homely scent of freshly done laundry

hot chocolate so scorching it burns the very tip of your tongue

paw prints on fresh snow

vintage piano that is just a bit out of tune

lazy handwriting turning beautiful on accident

rustling of baking sheet paper

the flutter of someone else’s eyelashes on your cheeks

one half of a corny friendship keychain

getting water sprinkled on your face as if you were a rare plant in need of urgent care

gentle wind messing up your bangs

places far away from the city, where you can see the stars clearly

old splatters of tea on the pages of your favourite book

the grounding coldness of polished stone under your palm

handmade bead bracelets

romanticising the mundane

LaDs Men Hexed to Their Kid Form

AN: ovaries are working overtime today.

Pairing: LaDS boys x gn reader (Platonic ish)

Genre: Hurt and shit ton of comfort

TW: children being sad

Ingredients: 60% angst , 40% comfort

My Fav: All of them.

Background: The battle had been close, too close. The Wanderers swarmed, overwhelming you both. You fought back-to-back, every breath a struggle. Then the blast hit him, filling the entire field with dense, choking smoke. You staggered forward, coughing, vision blurred, and found him...Or rather, a child swimming in his too-large clothes. He looked up at you, wide-eyed and confused, the face of a five-year-old where your partner should have been.

And so you are stuck with the toddler version of your partner for the week it takes for the spell to wear off.

Xavier:

The moment you pick him up, he melts against you, tiny fingers clutching your shirt as his eyes flutter shut. Within seconds, the Crown Prince Xavier of Philos is softly snoring in your arms, his head nestled against your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck.

He’s such a sweet kid. The kind who spends hours making flower potions, carefully plucking petals and crushing them into muddy brews in the garden.

He speaks in surprisingly proper sentences at the strangest times, his tiny frame somehow finding perfect, upright posture as he asks, “A sip of tea, if you please?” as if you have a silver tea set stashed in your cabinets.

He loves sparring with you, too. Will drag you out to the backyard, a twig clutched tightly in his little fist, his stance serious, his expression set. He takes his training so seriously, his tiny brows furrowed in concentration as he swipes at your legs, his feet shuffling through the grass clumsily.

You can’t bring yourself to break his little warrior heart, so you pretend to dodge his tiny, furious attacks, stumbling back dramatically as he strikes your shin with all the force of a gentle pat.

“Good form, Your Highness,” you say, clutching your side like you’ve been mortally wounded, and his eyes sparkle with pride.

He’s a model patient, too. Sits obediently through every check-up and magical test you arrange to break the curse, his little legs swinging off the edge of the examination table, his small hands gripping yours for comfort.

And when he finally turns back, Xavier hesitates, for a moment. He brushes his fingers over the dried flower petals still scattered on your windowsill, his expression distant, his posture just as straight and proper as ever.

“Thank you... for looking after me,” he says quietly, his voice softer, a little more vulnerable than you’ve ever heard it.

He also becomes the unabashed source of months of baby fever to follow, because now you can’t unsee the tiny, mud-streaked prince who once demanded you fetch him grape juice like it was royal wine.

Rafayel:

He’s the tantrum kid. The one you hear before you see, little feet stomping, high-pitched wails echoing through the halls. He’ll thrash on the floor over the smallest inconvenience, his tiny fists pounding the carpet as if it personally offended him.

Give him a set of paints or a shallow pool, though, and he’s content, for a while. He needs attention, craves it like a plant craves sunlight. He soaks it up, demands it, his bright eyes watching you to make sure you’re still looking, still clapping, still there.

He’s a prankster, too. No better than a fae changeling. He whispers to empty corners at 10 p.m., tilts his head as if listening to something only he can hear, then giggles when you whirl around, heart racing. He lives to catch you off guard, to see the startled, exasperated look on your face.

“Rafayel!” you shout, splashing into a flooded bathroom, the tide already creeping into the living room carpet. And... is that a starfish clinging to your couch cushion?

You scoop him out of the mess, his wet, squirming body deposited onto the couch as you dash to stop the flood. He grins up at you, eyes bright with mischief, water still dripping from his curls, and you can’t help the exasperated laugh that escapes you.

But for all his noise and chaos, there are nights when you find him curled up in a corner, his little shoulders shaking, cheeks wet with silent tears.

It’s always the same question, whispered between hiccups: “Why can’t I feel it? Why can’t I hear them?”

He’s too young to understand, to process the strange, aching emptiness in his heart. The absence of Lemuria’s call, the gentle hum of the ocean he was born to rule.

And all you have to offer is a soothing lullaby, your voice soft in the darkness as you rock him in your arms. He clings to you, tiny fingers curled into your shirt, his face buried in your shoulder, and you can feel the wet warmth of his tears soaking into your skin.

Eventually, he falls asleep, his breathing slow and heavy, but his cheeks stay streaked with salt, his grief lingering even in his dreams.

And so, you hug him tightly to sleep. Even after he does turn back to his former self.

Zayne:

You love trolling this kid.

“Yeah, you grew up to be the world’s greatest circus master,” you say with a perfectly straight face, flipping through an old album to a picture of his older self, his monkey brother clinging to his shoulder.

To your absolute delight, you walk into the living room one day to find little Zayne standing on a stool, waving a stick like a magician commanding the elements. His brows are furrowed, his lips pressed into a tight line, his tiny hands cutting through the air as if casting a powerful, world-altering spell.

Despite the devastation of not becoming a doctor, Zayne doesn’t seem entirely opposed to the idea of performing. He takes to it with a quiet, intense focus, folding napkins like they’re spell scrolls, lining up marbles like enchanted stones.

And he’s such a good kid, too. He helps you clean up after dinner, carefully setting the table by standing on a chair, each fork and spoon. You often find him perched on the counter, munching on apple slices, watching you cook with wide, attentive eyes.

But you notice things.

He’s too careful for a child. Always on guard, his small shoulders tight, his movements measured, as if afraid of brushing against something that might break. He pulls away from any touch, flinches when you reach for him too quickly.

And then one night, when he’s fast asleep, you notice the tiny, fading scars on his arms. Old, white lines, barely visible, but unmistakable. The kind that still mark his mark his arms as an adult.

It breaks your heart.

He’s not just afraid of the world, he’s afraid of himself, of his evol, of the power that lies dormant in his tiny, trembling hands. He knows, even now, that one wrong move, one slip of control, could hurt the people he cares about.

When he finally turns back, you make it a point to hug him a little tighter, to reach for his hand without hesitation, to ruffle his hair whenever he’s within arm’s reach. You pull him into half-hugs when he least expects it, sling your arm around his shoulders, and lean into him as if the years of self-restraint never happened.

And though he huffs and grumbles, you notice he never pulls away. Not anymore.

Sylus:

He flinches. A lot.

It breaks your heart. Someone made him this way, turned this fierce, proud dragon into a child who startles at shadows and stiffens at loud noises. You don’t know who hurt him, who made him so wary, but the thought twists your chest with a slow, simmering anger.

You have to be so gentle with him. Move slowly, speak softly, give him space to retreat when he needs it. You learn to read his small, hesitant steps, the way his eyes dart to the door when voices get too loud, the way he freezes at sudden movements.

He befriends Mephisto first. The little mechanical crow hops around his feet, clicking and chirping in its strange, metallic voice, and Sylus’s eyes brighten, just a bit. You watch them from the doorway, relieved that this version of him has at least made a friend, even if it’s a tiny, clockwork bird.

You watch them talk for hours, Sylus’s small hands carefully cradling the crow, his head tilted as he whispers to it in a voice too soft for you to hear. You don’t interrupt. You wouldn’t dare.

One afternoon, you find him peeking into his grown self’s closet, wide eyes reflecting the glimmer of polished cufflinks, the dark sheen of leather, the sharp edges of perfectly pressed suits.

“Mine?” he asks, his voice trembling with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

You sink to the floor beside him, your heart aching as you hold up a pair of sapphire-studded cufflinks..

“Yes, darling,” you whisper, voice catching as he inches closer, his tiny fingers brushing the cool metal. “All yours.”

He looks at you then, his eyes wide and wet, and you feel something in your chest crack, the sharp, aching pressure of a dam breaking.

In the week you spend with little Sylus, you make it a point to create the warmth he seems to have never known. You cook diamond-shaped waffles for breakfast, topping them with strawberries and whipped cream, watching his eyes go wide with every bite. You sit around the dinner table, the twins leaning in to ruffle his hair, to tell him stories, to praise every brave word that slips from his lips.

You help him taste test every jar in his precious jam collection, each spoonful a hesitant experiment. His small face lights up at the burst of different flavors. He eats so little otherwise.

When the spell finally breaks, and he returns to his grown self, you don’t ask him. You don’t push. You don’t demand to know who hurt him, or what he was so afraid of as a child.

But one night, as you lie together in the darkness, his head resting on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck, he whispers it to you. He tells you of a past so tragic, so twisted in grief and betrayal, that by the end of it, you’re both sobbing softly, clinging to each other in the dark.

And when he finally falls silent, his breathing slow and even against your chest, you press a kiss to his hair and whisper, “You’re safe now. I promise.”

Caleb:

He is numb.

Worse than any chip.

Unlike any kid you’ve ever met.

He sits on the couch, knees drawn to his chest, staring blankly at the flickering TV. His eyes are hollow, his small hands limp in his lap, his breaths shallow and mechanical, as if his body has forgotten how to feel anything at all.

“Caleb,” you murmur, sinking down beside him. You reach out, your fingers carding gently through his dark, messy hair. “Please eat something.” You set a tray of cut fruit in front of him. He doesn’t even blink.

It’s only when you bring out the album that something flickers behind his eyes.

“Look,” you whisper, flipping through the worn, crinkled pages. “Both of us... we made it.”

His head turns slowly, his dark eyes focusing on the images, two kids, standing side by side with basket full of Halloween candy. With him dressed as a T-Rex and you as Pooh bear.

“It wasn’t easy,” you say, holding the book open so he can see, “and we got hurt, but we have our life. We’re happy.”

You feel his small fingers twitch, his gaze lingering on a faded, slightly torn photo of the two of you, arms thrown over each other’s shoulders, chocolate stained cheeks.

You let him take it from your hands, his small fingers gripping the edges, the photo trembling slightly as he holds it close.

“You did good,” you whisper, gently patting his head.

For a long moment, his haunted eyes lock with yours, his small body trembling, caught between disbelief and desperate, aching hope. He doesn’t want to believe it, doesn’t want to let the warmth in, doesn’t want to be swayed.

But he’s a kid.

And then, like a dam breaking, he lunges into your arms, clutching you tightly, his tiny frame shuddering against yours as the weight of it all crashes over him.

“You did so good,” you repeat, rocking him gently in your arms. “You were so brave, Caleb. I’m so proud of you.” You pat his small, shaking back, your own eyes stinging with tears, unable to bear his pain.

And for the first time in days, you feel him breathe.

When he returns to his old self, you make it a point to frame every single one of those photos. You hang them in the hallway, tuck them into his desk, slip them into his office drawers. You take so many more, catching him off guard, dragging him to photobooths, and fancy dress parties.

Because if that little Caleb ever returns to you, you want him to have more. More memories, more proof, more warmth. You want him to know, without a doubt, that he did make it. That he did good.

happy autism awareness day to all the girls who had “ friends” growing up who were actually bullying them . to the girls who always sat alone in the grass and wondered why nobody wanted to talk . to the girls who spoke to animals like they were listening . to the girls who created a little world in their room . to the girls who always felt ashamed for how deeply they love things and how passionately they enjoyed media . to the girls who covered their ears when they were overwhelmed by everything . to the girls who carrying a special thing around to feel safe . to the girls who never understood what they did wrong to feel so lonely . to the girls who were diagnosed later in life because they weren’t little boys who liked trains. you are so special and beautiful and you’re not worse for it, you love deeply and that is so wonderful please never try to push that down . I LOVE YOU !!!!!

THIS IS NOT MINE.. REDNOTE: http://xhslink.com/a/297um5OmvpHbb •THE AUTHOR ALLOWED ME TO POST THIS.•

Who I think the LADS men are for

Rafayel is for

• the escapism girls

• the romantasy girls

• the “no, it’s not perfect yet” girls

• the “always the artist, never the muse” girls

• the “yeah, i believe in soulmates” girls

• the “i’m my own worst critic” girls

• the “maybe one day someone will appreciate everything i have to give” girls

Xavier is for

• the “i wish i could catch a break” girls

• the “i’m so tired, but i can’t stop” girls

• the “i’ll take a break when i’m finished” girls

• the “oh, i forgot to eat again” girls

• the “i’ll be okay, i’m used to this” girls

• the insomniacs and chronic illness girls

• the “i don’t want to be a burden” girls

Zayne is for

• the “heartbreak songs remind me more of my parents than my ex” girls

• the “you don’t know the violence it took to become this soft” girls

• the “i’ll wait until i’m in the shower to cry” girls

• the burned out gifted kid girls

• the “i’m smart, but not smart enough” girls

• the poetry girls

• the “i don’t understand why i’m not good enough” girls

Sylus is for

• the eldest/only daughter

• the “i can handle it myself” girls

• the “i don’t feel a sense of accomplishment, just a mild sense of relief that it’s done” girls

• the “mature for your age” girls

• the “i’m tired of taking care of myself” girls

• the “my worth comes from my accomplishments” girls

• the “i wish someone would take the reins so i don’t have to” girls

Caleb is for

• the “i had to grow up before i was ready” girls

• the “why are you so loud?” girls

• the “no, i’m okay, what’s going on with you?” girls

• the therapist friend girls

• the maladaptive daydreaming girls

• the “i wish someone cared as much as i do” girls

• the “i don’t think i can do this anymore” girls

nice version

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Note: Creds to @/fawndollie for the star divider. ♡

Rating: Explicit - !!Minors DO NOT Interact!!

Warning: Oral (Fem!Receiving), Handjob (M!Receiving)

Word Count: 2,041

Summary: Xavier comes back home a little tipsy for the first time ever and he just can’t stop loving on you because he missed you so much.

Tipsy!Xavier/Reader

Xavier didn’t mean to come home inebriated. Now granted, he wasn’t too bad. He wasn’t stumbling all over the place and unable to stand upright, but he’s never got like this before, so it was an unusual thing to navigate. Being in complete control of himself has always been important to your homebody boyfriend.

His cheeks puff as he blows out a breath, trying to open the door to your shared apartment. It takes him two tries before the key successfully connects to the key hole and he twists it to the left to disengage the lock. That alone makes him even more thankful for one of his coworkers driving him home or else he’d be sitting at a bus stop like this.

He had listened to you and went out with a few colleagues from work. How could he not when you so sweetly said, “I think going out would be good for you, lovebug. You’re in the house so much.”

The only time Xavier left was to go to work, go grocery shopping, and to hang out with you to do whatever you wanted. If you left it up to him, because he liked you more than anyone else on this planet, he had absolutely no problem with you being the only person he’s around.

So admittedly, he was hesitant at first. He didn’t want to leave you home alone because not only did he not like being where you weren’t at all times if he can help it, he’d miss a crucial part of the daily routine you and he shared.

After work, you were always home to greet him. You would run over to him and kiss his lips and nose, before returning to the stove to finish preparing dinner. That small interaction was one of his favorites between you two amongst the handful of ones he looked forward to throughout the day. Today though, because he wanted to make you proud of him for his attempt to “broaden his horizons”, he got none of that.

He missed you the whole time while he sat down with his peers for dinner. Each time he took a bite of the food, he’d frown because although it wasn’t nasty, it wasn’t your cooking. Every time someone started talking, he was respectful enough to listen and engage, but nothing would ever quite compare to how much he loved hearing you tell him about your day.

You were on his mind so much that he had wished he would’ve just stayed home. But he stuck it out, and was here now. All he wanted to do was crawl all over you so that you could hold him tight and kiss him for hours to make up for your time apart.

As the door pushed open, he hummed in content and smiled to himself at the smell of your favorite oat and honey scented candle lingering in the air, welcoming him back to where he always wants to be. The warm apartment was a perfect contrast to the frigid temperatures outside and the small star lamp that you had bought a few weeks ago illuminated his path just enough for him to find his way to you.

He kicked his sneakers off at the door, locking it after and washing his hands before he went on his search. Xavier was a man of routine, even with a fuzzy mind because of the few fruity alcoholic beverages he consumed.

He gently tiptoed down the hallway just in case you were sleeping and he wondered if he was selfish for hoping that you weren’t. It wasn’t exactly late, only 10:30, but you had times where you couldn’t keep your eyes open and he’d have to gently pull your phone or a book from your limp hands so that you could rest properly after you had passed out.

He pushes the cracked door open and immediate relief almost sobers the man when he finds you with your back turned but your phone is in your hand, screen dimmed as you scroll through random posts online.

“Hey,” he greets softly, his voice rumbling as he trudges inside. You crane your neck to the right to see him, beaming a smile as he starts to remove his clothes to climb into bed. He wants to shower, but he wants you more.

“How was dinner?” you ask as you turn your body to the other side so that you can face him properly. The gentle gleam of fairy lights he helped you put up awhile ago illuminate your soft face.

He shrugs, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it into the laundry basket before he begins unbuckling his jeans.

“It was fine. I couldn’t quite focus, if I’m being honest. Now I feel a little… off.”

“Oh?” you raise a brow, propping your head on your knuckles. “What happened?”

“You,” he says simply, making your eyes widen, but that makes him smirk.

“Me? What did I do?” The wide eyes you sport makes him breathe out a chuckle.

He stops fumbling with the button of his pants, looking into your eyes. “It’s hard to hold conversations when all I could do what think about you,” he sighs as you quirk a brow, raising it with a knowing smile. “I wondered what you were doing, if you ate, what you ate, if you missed me just as much. It was to the point that I saw this mango drink and I figured, she’d love something like that. That’s what made me try it,” he presses his lips together as you wait patiently for him to finish. “I drank about four before I finally realized that it had—”

“Alcohol in it?” you finish for him. You knew your boyfriend all too well. He’s done this before—sees things that reminds him of you and will fully commit to giving it a go, not ever paying attention to what it’s all about and just takes it for face value. He just loves you so much.

He nods and you really notice his slightly flushed cheeks. “So you’re tipsy and that’s why you feel off?”

“You’re half right.” Before you can try and figure out what he’s talking about, he charges at you, making you yelp in surprise.

He’s quick, climbing into the bed and over you, burying his face in your neck and tickling your skin. The kisses make you laugh so hard that your cheeks start to ache from how hard you’re grinning.

“Xav, what are you doing?!” you exclaimed through a squeal as his hands come up under your shirt to grab at your sides.

“Is this my shirt?” he looks down at the light blue t-shirt from a band he’s never listened to before, breathless after his playful onslaught.

“Duh, you were gone and I missed you.” You brush his bangs out of his pretty eyes.

“I missed you. So much,” he kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Babe, you did not go off to war,” you laugh. “I think the alcohol is making you clingy.”

“Clingy?” he challenges. But he accepts defeat when your hand cups his face and he melts into your touch. “You may be right. Being away from you for more than half a day is not something I’ll do again.” He turns his head to kiss your palm then down your wrist.

After you and Xavier moved in together, being with you, around you, was the only thing that he wanted.

“You’re so dramatic.” You roll your eyes jokingly.

“Maybe.” He licks your skin gently. “But I’m also in love with you. Will you let me show you how much?” He leans back down into your neck to kiss you more, but it’s less playful this time. It’s not playful at all, in fact. It’s hot and wanting.

You trace his back muscles, feeling them shift and move against your palm as you spread your legs to let him press deeper.

“You’re drunk, Xav.” Your attempt to protest is hindered by a desperate whimper as he starts to kiss down to your collarbone.

“Tipsy,” he corrects. “Loving you will make it go away. You always know how to fix me.”

He pulls back to crash his lips into you and you lick at them, tasting the residue of the drink.

“Mm, you’re good,” you lick him again. “I do like it.”

He smiles lazily, kissing down your body as your back arches. Lifting the shirt, he kisses down your plush stomach, never stopping despite how you writhe so impatiently beneath his wet lips.

He simultaneously pulls your panties down the lower he gets, pulling them off your legs. He tosses them aimlessly in the room, making himself comfortable in front of your pussy. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t make you or him wait any longer as he sucks you into his mouth.

“I love you so much,” he mumbles into your cunt. “Don’t make me have to leave you anymore. I prefer being right here.”

His tongue laps up your sweetness as he takes it and brings what he deems ambrosia to your clit. Your hand fondles your breast through your shirt as he inserts a finger inside you warm walls, groaning at how tightly you squeeze around his digits while taking your bundle of nerves into his mouth. Your thighs squeeze the sides of his head and Xavier uses his other hand to make sure you don’t stop, pressing against the outside of your thigh to keep him locked in his happy place.

“You—Oh, shit.. Xav, your tongue..” You can’t complete your sentence as his nose brushes against your sensitive nerves while he tongue fucks your hole. You’re sweeter than that drink that’s admittedly made him feel needier than usual, sweeter than any century old wine.

Just as you get ready to come, he climbs back up and devours your mouth again. Between your taste and the mango on his tongue, you’re bucking your hips in desperation to feel him in any way you can. His hand comes down to start rubbing your clit in slow circles. He knows how much you like when he rubs you slow. Going too fast makes the pleasure cease too quickly.

“You’re so pretty,” he mewls. “So, so pretty.”

At the same time, you reach into his jeans and past his underwear, wrapping your hand around his length. He’s so hard and sensitive that it takes only a few pumps for him to start whining, breathing deeply into your mouth as he chases his high that’s closer than he’d wish.

He circles your clit in time with how you jerk him off, but when your thumb rubs over his slit, his body abruptly jerks as thick ropes of cum shoot from his cock, staining the fabric and making a mess on your hand. He moans so loudly and you thank the universe for blessing you with such a beautiful and vocal man.

You don’t stop, tugging on his overly sensitive cock until you feel that tightness coil in your stomach.

“Give it to me,” he whispers as he presses his forehead against yours. A few more rubs has you creaming, your clit pulsing beneath the pads of his fingers as your orgasm rocks your body.

“Good girl,” he smiles against your lips as he kisses you slow, feeling the mess of his cum spread as your movements slow.

He removes his hand, cupping your face and rubbing his thumb against your lower lip. You pull your hand from his pants, looking into his still lustful eyes as you lick his cum off your knuckles.

“Oh god,” he shudders. “Yeah, I’m never going out again. Not when I have someone as perfect as you here.”

The corner of your mouth tilts up. “I think that’s a good idea. But we should clean up and get your tipsy ass to bed.”

He laughs deeply this time, his body shaking. It’s so contagions that you can’t help yourself and do the same.

He kisses your nose like you always do to him when he settles, admiring the connection you two share that’s changed his life so wondrously.

“We definitely should, so long as you’re doing it right beside me.”

Hands off what's mine!

✦Jealous Xavier fic ✦

SUMMARY: Xavier gets pissed off and jealous over Jeremiah (... again) and makes you call him whilst he's eating you out and fucking you senseless, 1k words TAGS: NSFW 18+, possessive s3x, p in v s3x, cunnilingus, exhibitionism kinda, xavier won't stop making out with MC

A/N: Heavily inspired by the insane amount of good possessive Xavier fics I come across...thank you all talented writers for the inspo ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

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Xavier's kiss was as all soft-lipped and open mouthed as he practically fucked your mouth with his tongue, forcefully tilting your face upwards to meet his demanding lips better.

Xavier had never been the kind of jealous that shouted. His jealousy was quieter. Coiled beneath his soft voice, and in the way his fingers tightened around you just a little more than necessary whenever you spoke to another man, or the kind of reproachful, poisonous look he would throw at anyone that caused the slightest bit of a frown to form on your pretty face.

Now, he had you pinned to the edge of the counter, his hips caging you in. His lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, slow and deliberate, kissing you like he was making a point — like every brush of his lips was a mark only he had the right to leave.

“Mention his name again, I dare you to,” he hissed, mouth dragging down your neck and sending sparks flying wherever his lips touched. His azure-blue eyes were flashing. “You weren’t thinking of him, were you? Jeremiah.”

Your breath hitched. “Xavier…”

“No,” he growled into your skin, one hand tightening gently around your throat—not to hurt, but just to remind you who was in control. “You don’t get to moan my name while you're thinking about him. While he’s texting you after midnight. You want to keep pretending it’s innocent?”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his platinum locks falling into his burning icy eyes. He still looked gorgeous like this. His voice softened—but it didn’t lose its edge. “Call him.”

You blinked, heart pounding. “What?”

“You heard me.” His fingers were already curling around your wrist, guiding your hand to your phone on the counter. “Call Jeremiah. Now.”

The silence was loud. You could hear your heart pounding wildly in your chest, along with the steady thrumming of raindrops against the window.

And then his mouth was all over you again—harder this time and breath-stealing. His mouth left your lips only to scatter kisses down your collarbone, over your shoulder, his other hand slipping beneath the hem of your skirt until he had a hand against your breast.

“This doesn’t stop,” he whispered against your skin, “until he hears your voice absolutely shaking and moaning. Until he hears and comprehends what I’m doing to you. That you're my girl.”

Your fingers trembled as you picked up the phone, unable to look away from his beautiful face. He watched you with that maddening calm, jaw tight with hunger and jealousy he no longer cared to hide.

Jeremiah's name was there in your most recent messages. Xavier's eyes narrowed, his fingers kneading into the soft flesh of your tits.

Xavier’s lips found your throat again, tongue flicking over your pulse point as you hesitated, groping your tits,

You pressed the call button, and it rang once, twice...

Xavier’s fingers slid under the waistband of your pants just as the call clicked, and Jeremiah's voice came through, bright and oblivious to what was happening.

“Hello? It's so late right now, why did you call?”

Your voice cracked a little when you answered as you looked over at Xavier with pleading eyes. “Umm ... I just … wanted to say hi.”

Xavier’s smirk was all satisfaction and slow cruelty as his mouth returned to your tits—sucking and nibbling hungrily like a starved man, all whilst he looked up at you with his sweet innocent eyes. Your phone shook in your grip and your words are tangled in heat and humiliation.

“You sure?” Jeremiah asked slowly. “You sound … weird.”

Short pause.

"Huh ... ? N ... No, just a bit sick ..."

You looked over at Xavier pleadingly as he dropped to his knees in front of you, his face right next to your aching core. Pushing your panties to the side and attaching his lips onto your sensitive little bud. You nearly shrieked as waves of pleasure radiated from your aching core and Xavier's impossibly soft lips as he sucked and practically made out with your aching clit.

"Oh." Jeremiah sounded genuinely concerned. "Want me to come over, then? I can make soup..."

A cry ripped through you before you could stop yourself, as Xavier's teeth suddenly brushed up against your bud, his fingers digging into the soft plush of your thighs and ass as he bared his teeth at Jeremiah's words. Your hands flew to your trembling lips as you tried to contain your moans.

"No! It's fine, it's all good —" You gasped, eyes rolling back as you saw stars. Xavier, that fucker, you could feel him smirking into your clit.

He stood up once more, eyes defiant and bright. There was the soft clinking of his belt being undone before his length sprang out of his boxers — he was already rock-hard, tip an angry shade of pink, and precum leaking everywhere.

He was peppering you with kisses as he slid into you inch by inch. His thrusts were deliberately, agonizingly slow, the kind that drove you insane. You clutched your phone like it was your lifeline as pleasure racked through your body. You were struggling to focus on anything else but his cock.

"Are you sure you don't need some of my tasty soup?" Jeremiah asked jokingly. "You sound like you're pretty sick. Last time I came over — "

Your eyes widened as Xavier's narrowed. Jeremiah came over before?! All of a sudden, he had a hand tight around your neck, squeezing tight, and the other grabbed a fistful of your hair and forcefully pulled your head back. Shoving you face first, ass up into the couch, he slammed into you at a new, unrelenting pace, bullying into your poor little cervix.

"Xavier...!" you wailed, having fully forgotten about still being on call with poor Jeremiah. You were seeing stars with how good the dicking was. His speed was absolutely punishing, unrelenting now, and your ability to talk had basically been reduced to non-existent. You were a mess, in fact, crying and sobbing on his cock, all whilst your poor, concerned friend listened in on on the other end of the phone.

Xavier looked unbelievably smug. He picked up the phone in one strong hand whilst rubbing tight little circles into your clit with the other, and subsequently brought the phone to where your hips met. The loudness of the wet, slapping sounds you two made was obscene.

"Hey, Jeremiah." Xavier grinned. "She's sooo good at taking me, don't you think?" With that, he gave your clit a mean little pinch. That was the tipping point. You came crashing, sobbing and crying his name, whilst Xavier just proudly held the phone to your lips, so that Jeremiah could hear every moan of Xavier's name.

Xavier slowly fucked you through your orgasm. Hanging up the phone and tossing it aside, his demeanor instantly changed. He climbed onto you on the soft couch, snuggling up into you like a little bunny with his wide innocent eyes and pouty look.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Xavier said in a conversational tone, as if he was talking about the weather. And then, with smudge of a darker tone, "You're my girl. Jeremiah and Charlie fucking suck. You hear me?"

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A/N: I just love possessive men ... and the duality of Xavier usually being very soft and gentle whilst he's actually a closeted, possessive freak is very sexy ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

literally Xavier and he's proud 😌

my literal DREAM oml 🤭

PAIRINGS. . . xavier x lumiere x fem!reader

CW. . . smut, threesome, rough sex, jealous!xavier, oral sex m! receiving

your back arched against xavier’s chest, your thighs shaking from how deep lumiere was pushing into you—slow, relentless strokes that left you whining with every thrust. you were sandwiched between them, xavier’s arms tight around your waist, keeping you still while his lips dragged lazy, heated kisses across your neck, tasting the sweat at your pulse.

lumiere's hands were on your hips, bruising, possessive in a way that made xavier growl low against your ear. jealous, even though he was the one who had said he could "handle sharing." sharing, he said. but now, with you gasping and squirming under lumiere's rhythm, xavier's patience was paper-thin.

"greedy little thing," xavier muttered into your skin, his voice dripping heat, teeth scraping along your jaw. his hand slid up your body, cupping your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple while his other hand drifted down between your thighs to where you were stretched and dripping around lumiere.

he rubbed tight circles on your nub that had you moaning brokenly into the open air, caught between their bodies and losing your mind.

you could feel xavier’s cock pressed hard against your back, twitching with every noise you made, every time lumiere bottomed out inside you with a heavy, deliberate thrust.

lumiere’s eyes stayed locked on you, heavy-lidded and dark, watching every twitch of your mouth, every flutter of your lashes. watching xavier too. knowing exactly how much it was driving him insane.

it was too much. not enough.

you whimpered, nails digging into lumiere's arms, and xavier bit your ear. "you want more?" he asked, voice gravel and silk. "say it."

you could barely breathe, let alone form words, but you nodded, desperate and wrecked.

lumiere smirked, slowing his thrusts to a maddening, shallow grind, while xavier pulled you back against him, shifting you both until you were spread open, straddling lumiere’s thighs. xavier’s hand wrapped around your jaw, tilting your head back to meet his kiss—messy, open-mouthed, all tongue and teeth and desperate need.

and then he changed positions.

you barely registered it before he was guiding you forward, hands spreading your ass, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance while lumiere’s hands stroked up your sides, steadying you.

you gasped into lumiere’s chest as xavier pushed inside from behind—slow, deep, so full you thought you might split apart.

two cocks, two bodies, pressing you from every side, stretching you out so perfectly you could barely think.

lumiere cupped your face, thumbing your lips open, guiding you down to take him into your mouth. his cock was flushed and leaking, and you moaned around him as you sucked, messy and desperate, while xavier fucked into you from behind—hard, deep strokes that had your whole body jolting forward.

the noises were obscene—wet, needy, beautiful. your moans were muffled by lumiere, his hips barely flexing as you took him deeper, while xavier's hands bruised your hips, dragging you back onto him over and over.

you were wrecked between them, pleasure thick and overwhelming, your body slick with sweat and spit and need.

xavier fucked you like he had something to prove, like he could fuck out every trace of lumiere inside you, his teeth gritted, low curses falling from his lips.

lumiere just watched, lazy and amused and utterly indulgent, petting your hair while you gagged and drooled around his cock, his thumb brushing your cheek like he adored seeing you so undone.

xavier's thrusts grew rougher, angrier, pulling you back against him with brutal force, making you sob around lumiere’s cock, body jerking with every thrust.

you felt yourself breaking apart at the seams, the pressure unbearable, perfect, a firestorm about to consume you whole.

and in the center of it all they ruined you, together.

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nightlight.

xavier [沈星回] + female reader

synopsis. you have a wet dream.

genre & contents. 18+! MDNI! pure smut, porn no plot…, threesome (lol), oral (receiving + giving), p in v, established relationship. wc; 1.2k+

author's note. um… i don't even know how to explain this one. the idea just popped into my mind and i had to write it before i exploded. enjoy <3

Gloved hands caress your inner thigh slowly.

Your eyes flutter, a soft sigh escaping your bitten lips. His fingers hook onto the waistband of your sleep shorts, pulling them down in one swift motion. Your back arches off the bed, feeling his breath dangerously close to your wetness.

“I’ve barely touched you, angel,” he moans softly, hiking your legs over his shoulders. The white jacket he wears is cold against your warm skin. You can’t find the words to speak, only gasping in response when he pulls your panties to the side.

His hands grip your thighs; a tender, slow flick of his tongue that makes you thrust your hips up, entirely too impatient with his lack of urgency. He chuckles lowly at your shameless need. Another agonizing swipe of his tongue, and your hands come up to grip his silver hair.

“Nnngh— s-stop teasing m-me.” you plead, looking at his blue eyes, adorned by an ornate mask. His eyes glimmer with the moonlight seeping through your bedroom window.

“But I like hearing you beg for me.” he whispers, and you can feel every word against your dripping cunt. You sigh, making your frustration known. But you sense it only serves to indulge him.

“P-please,” you implore once again, this time his fingers coming up to toy with you.

“Mmm,” his gaze is heavy, admiring the sight before him. “Okay, angel. You know I can’t resist you.”

He steadies you, lapping at your dripping folds like a man starved. You’re writhing, moaning and pulling at his strands. He’s relentless, holding you down in place as he guides you towards your sweet release. You’re close, so close—

“Y/N?”

You still, turning towards your bedroom door where the sound of your boyfriend’s voice was heard. Your eyes widen, choking on your words.

“X-xavier?!” you gasp, coming up onto your elbows. You stare at him in disbelief, turning back to the man in between your legs. How… how could it be…?

Xavier walks towards the bed, hand coming to hold the back of your head. His face is inches away, pink lips tempting you. He’s completely covering your vision, but a small kiss to your thigh reminds you of the other him.  

Lumiere.

“So greedy,” Xavier whispers, pulling your head back. “You really need two of me?”

“I…” The words die on your tongue as the man below you hits a particular spot with his tongue.

“I can please you just fine.”

Xavier’s eyes darken, jaw clenching. He pulls you in, lips crashing against yours in a fervorous kiss. You moan, melting into his touch. It’s easy to lose yourself with him; you don’t even notice the absence between your legs until another hand grabs your jaw.

You barely have time to register what’s happening, Lumiere’s lips replacing Xavier’s. You wonder how they could feel the same but be so different. His kiss is rougher, messy and wet. He’s more controlling, guiding your tongue with his own. 

Xavier growls behind you, climbing over you and wrapping your legs around his hips. He grinds into you, his hard cock barely contained by his sweatpants. You moan into Lumiere’s mouth.

“Over here, angel.” 

You pull away, a string of saliva falling from your lips as you turn to look at your boyfriend. Beside you, there’s a dark chuckle. What the hell was happening? You were too turned on to question it further. 

Xavier revels in your redirected attention, pulling his sweatpants down. His cock slaps his skin, red and throbbing for you. You bite your lip, unconsciously spreading your legs wider. Your dripping cunt is ready for him, but you're pulled away before you can feel him inside.

You squeak at the sudden movement, Lumiere’s strong arms pulling your head to the edge of the bed. He stands over you, a slight smirk on his face as he pulls his own pulsing length free. Your eyes widen, mouth falling slightly agape.

“I want my fun, too.” He brings his tip to your lips, and you part them without question.

Below, Xavier grabs your legs once again, spreading you open and teasing your pussy with his tip. You moan, and Lumiere takes it as an opportunity to bury his cock deeper into your mouth. A light slap against your thigh, a reminder of where to keep your attention.

“Mmmmph!” 

Xavier pushes into you slowly, inch by inch. The stretch makes you arch your back, moaning sweetly against the cock in your mouth.

“Fuck, angel,” Xavier groans once he’s fully inside. You tighten around him. “It’s like you were made for me.”

Then they pull their hips back, slamming back into your gaping holes. Moaning and whining with every brush against your throat, every stretch of your walls. You’re turned into a mess under their unabated pounding. 

Drool is dripping out of your mouth, Lumiere’s cock hitting the back of your throat with every stroke. Tears pool in your eyes, but you don’t pull away, his low groans encouraging you to take him even deeper.

Xavier holds you in place, nails digging into the sides of your thighs as he slides in and out of you. He’s whining, your tight walls coaxing him back every time he pulls away. You’re being completely defiled by them, but you don’t want them to stop.

Their thrusts are sloppy now, a sign they were close. And so were you.

“Hey!”

You ignore the little voice, trying to focus on the coil tightening in your belly. Xavier feels good, so good inside of you. 

“Hey!”

The voice is persistent, and suddenly you find your mouth empty. Lumiere nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, wake up!”

You groan, squirming away from the hands shaking your body. Flipping over, you yelp, falling over the edge of the bed.

“Ow!”

You rub your shoulder, opening your eyes to see that you’re no longer in your bedroom. Instead, it’s your boyfriends. The blue moonlight is gone, replaced by sunlight peeking through the white curtains. Sitting up, you look around, only to find Xavier looking at you with concern.

He’s on the bed, sheets pulled over his waist. Definitely not the boyfriend that was fucking you stupid.

“You okay?” he asks, voice laced with sleep. 

“Uh… what happened?” your voice is raspy. You stand to grab the glass of water by your bedside table, chugging it like it was the only water left on earth.

All you can do is nod and swallow, suddenly very aware of the wetness sticking to your underwear.

“I think you were having a nightmare. You kept mumbling my name in your sleep.” he pouts, tapping the space next to him.

You give in, crawling back into bed and into his warm embrace. Xavier caresses your cheek gently, and you can’t help the way your face heats at the lingering memory of your dream. 

“What was it about?” 

You nuzzle your head in his chest, unable to face him directly. He places a barely there kiss on the crown of your head.

“I don’t… I don’t even remember.” you lie, but he doesn’t press further. Soon his breathing slows, and he’s asleep once again.

You close your eyes, willing your mind to go back to that beautiful moonlit room with Xavier.

And Lumiere, of course.

The LADS guys making you dinner!!!! What would they make, How well would they do?

✨ Xavier |❄️Zayne |🎨Rafayel |🐦‍⬛Sylus |🍎Caleb

Xavier cooking is always a show but the end result might not be all that edible. Picture this: Xavier leaned over the counter. His shirt riding up just enough in the back to show his back dimples. His hair in his eyes as he reads through a cook book.

Xavier always jumps at the idea of cooking for you but not for the reason you'd think. He doesn't like cooking, far from it in fact, but he wants to show you that he could if you wanted him to. He wants to show that he'd make a good husband.

Xavier is good at following directions. He always put the right amount of everything together. If something looks off, he'll try again and again until he gets it right. He doesn't want to serve you anything less than perfection.

All of this often goes up in smoke when Xavier falls asleep while the food is cooking. It happens one too many times and you invest in an egg timer that he carries with him into the living room so it'll go off before the smoke alarm does. After you get that, he's a pretty good cook because nothing burns.

Xavier better at baking than he is cooking. He's gotten bread down pat (more out of spite than anything) and he can make a VERY good chocolate cake.

When you sit down with your plate, Xavier is watching the whole time. If he had a tail it would be wagging, waiting to see if you like the food or not. The second you say you do, he smiles so sweetly, it looks like a sunrise.

Eating tucking around a table with you is one of Xavier favorite past times. Feeling your foot brush against his under the heated table, the sound of your cutlery moving, the happy hum when you taste something especially nice that he made just for you. It feels like home.

PAIRINGS. . . xavier x reader

CW. . . smut, small spoon!xavier, kinda sub!xavier

xavier was soft in your arms—literally and figuratively.

curled into your chest, his back flush against your front, legs tangled under the blankets. his breathing was even, gentle. like he hadn’t meant to fall asleep so quickly, but your arms around him and the steady stroke of your fingers along his chest made it impossible not to.

your hand was tucked under his shirt, fingers spread across the warm skin of his torso, right over his heart where his heartbeat pulsed soft under your palm, which wandered lower a few beats later.

he was already hard when you found him, cock flushed and heavy where it curved against his stomach. you pressed a slow, featherlight kiss to the back of his neck and wrapped your fingers around him.

xavier stirred with a soft, strained grunt, hips twitching the tiniest bit into your palm. you smiled.

“shh,” you whispered gently, letting your fingers slide down his length and back up again, dragging him gently from sleep into something needier.

he whimpered when your thumb passed over the head, already slick from the way he’d started to leak, coating your fingers.

your hand worked him in a smooth rhythm, slow and teasing at first, just enough pressure to make him ache. he moaned—quiet, restrained, muffled into the pillow—and you knew he was trying to hold it in.

so you slid your free arm under his neck, hand curling around his face, fingers brushing his lips gently. “open,” you whispered. “let me hear you.”

xavier’s mouth fell open without hesitation, his tongue wrapping around your fingers, moaning low and desperate into them as your other hand jerked him a little faster.

you curled around him tighter, chin tucked into the crook of his neck, whispering soft praises right against his skin.

he was trembling in your arms now, his cock twitching with every pass of your hand, your fingers slick, your breath warm on his throat. his hips started to stutter forward, fucking your fist now, quiet little choked sounds spilling out around your fingers, exactly the way you wanted.

“can’t—” he gasped, biting on your fingers. “m’fuck, i’m close.”

when he fell apart—body trembling in your arms, cock twitching in your hand, spilling into your palm with stuttering, gasped moans—you held him tight the whole time. your mouth on his shoulder. your hand slowly stroking him through it until his hips twitched from overstimulation and he had to whimper your name to make you stop.

he let your fingers slip from his mouth, jaw slack and flushed, turning just enough to look at you with those dazed eyes.

“…fuck,” he whispered.

you smiled and wrapped yourself around him, nuzzling the juncture where neck meets shoulder. “back to sleep, baby.”

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lads men as tweets ── .✦

based on real tweets/quotes - mostly rafayel

Prince!xavier on your wedding night hiding from duties. Cs the only duty he has rn is pleasing his wife tf😕

welcome back king (do NOT let xavier see this)

Xavier deserves more love.

There! I said it!

The man has loved mc for three life times now, made a deal with the devil (Ever), traveled across time and space, moved planets, lived on Earth for a few hundred years to save / find her, and prevent catastrophe from happening to her, fuck even saving her as Lumiere when she was young.

She is the only one that sees him as himself. As Xavier.

He is kind, and comfortable, and selfless. He deals with immense survivors guilt and loves so deeply.

We talk about Rafayel and Caleb being the yearners and clingers. But have you seen Xavier? He is clingy as fuck, and wants nothing but her. Nothing.

Some fun things I love about him, he has one of the biggest appetites but cannot cook for shit. He is unironically hilarious, when he starts telling his little horror stories or ghost stories trying to scare MC, it’s so funny.

I feel like he gets overlooked so often, partially because he’s not as showy as the rest of LIs. I’m sure some might see him as boring, but he is safe. His relationship with MC is one of closest she has, aside from Caleb. They’re neighbours, and colleagues, and best friends. He is deeply ingrained in her life, and a foundational pilar of support for her.

Put some respect on his name.