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🥀Lethal Obsession💋 ft Corrupted Xavier [Crazy Hot]

Pairing: Xavier x f! reader Genre: Erotic, No story plot smut [*MDNI] Tags: Dialogue-driven, Erotic Smut, MDom, Boyfriend, Corrupted Xavier, Possessive, Obsession, Cunnilingus, Begging, Slight Mentions Of Degradation, Teasing, Slight Mentions of Non-con, Persuasive, Clit Play, Full of Cum, Missionary, Cowgirl, Riding, Spitting, Good Girl, Spanking, Neck kisses, Begging, Nipple Play, Multiple Orgasms, Cum For Me, Breeding, No condom, Orgasm, Creampie, Aftercare, Hard again Word count: 3.6k

“I know, baby, but just feel how hard I am again,” he whispered in my ear, his voice low and seductive, sending a lingering shiver ripping through my entire being. "You knew what you were doing—wearing that fucking lace panties," Xavier growled, his voice thick with desire as he peppers kisses onto my thighs, inches away from my core.

“Babe… I need you again," Xavier murmured, his voice husky with desire as he drew closer, his breath hot against my skin. 

Still in my high, I looked up at Xavier and saw him fully erect again—his cock pressing and jolting against my dripping clit. How the fuck is he hard already? He just came inside me few seconds ago.

As my climax abated, I found myself struggling to catch my breath, barely processing what the fuck I had just felt—and now Xavier wants to fuck me again? “But Xav," I managed between breaths, “It’s too much, I can't take any more," I moaned, my voice laced with a mixture of exhaustion and desire.

Drenched in my own sweat, I glanced down at my core and gently parted my folds, revealing the delicious mess his cum had created inside me, coating my walls and spilling out. 

My lace panties obediently remained pulled to the side, following Xavier’s command, while my legs stayed spread wide for him to witness all of this glory—this exquisite sight. This exquisite sight that he played a part in.

Xavier guides my hands and firmly presses them against his throbbing cock, urging me to stroke it with my palm. There it is, his long, thick cock begging for another release. His whole shaft is slick with a mixture of my wetness and his. 

“I know, baby, but just feel how hard I am again,” he whispered in my ear, his voice low and seductive, sending a lingering shiver ripping through my entire being. "You knew what you were doing—wearing that fucking lace panties," Xavier’s words ring heavy, his voice thick with desire as he peppers kisses onto my thighs, inches away from my core.

His voice alone set my messy pussy throbbing, leaving me unable to speak, breathe, or move. 

"You know how it drives me wild. You’re making me fucking hard over and over again,” his words slurred into upholstery as he works his way to my folds, still dripping wet with his cum. 

It was silent in the room, but the way he brazenly lusted at me was deafening. So sweet, so sexy, so controlling. 

His tongue and finger was everywhere—between circling my messy clit, working rhythmic laps and delving deep into my hole. So fucking filthy. As everything becomes wet, the overwhelming stimulation escalates from too many places at once.

As he trailed his nose and lips along my thighs where my laced panties resided, he paused to inhale deeply, as if captivated by the scent. “And with this view… with your legs spread wide open like this in front of me,” he slowly leans forward, inching closer to my face.

“I could spend all week fucking you nonstop and then still want more,” Xavier growled in my ear. 

So fucking wrong, and oh god, so good. I bit my lips. My body shudders at the feeling.

“Fuck, I can’t… it hurts,” I protested weakly, my body still buzzing with the lingering effects of our previous encounters. "I can't, baby.”

He gripped the back of my knees and spread my legs further, holding me splayed open on the bed before him. Teasing himself against me, he positioned his cock nestled against my folds. 

“Yes, yes you can, baby." Xavier hissed, his voice tinged with need and dripping with lust. "Don’t worry, I will do all the work. You just need to lay down prettily—just like this."

Slowly, he started to glide his cock against it, teasing my wet pussy with deliberate strokes. Un-fucking-believable. This fucker. I’ve lost count of how many times he came inside me, yet he still wants more?

"Please, please, let me fill you up again," he pleaded, his words a desperate plea for release as passion blazed in his eyes.

Securing his wrists around my waist, he pressed me deeper into the bed, intent on ravishing my breasts with his tongue and lips—leaving me gasping for more and stiffening as he sucked.

With each flick of his tongue and press of his lips, I teetered on the edge of ecstasy, my body responding eagerly to his every touch.

I squirmed, panting and gasping with his every touch—moaning and whimpering as his mouth clamped onto my tits like he never intended to let go. 

In the throes of euphoria, he slid his hands into my hair, cupping my face and holding me still before lowering his mouth to mine in a lustful kiss. Soft, slow kisses fogged my brain so thoroughly that I didn’t protest—but then his lips crept closer to my neck.

Oh my fucking God. He knew my weak spot so fucking well.

His tongue darted out from his mouth and licked the sensitive parts of it—sending a current of pure erotic electricity shooting through my body and into my core.

My back arched, and I shut my eyes, momentarily hypnotised by his captivating caresses.

Fuck. I need that fucking cock inside of me now, I wanted to beg.

“It will be really quick… I promise, please," he begged, his voice thick with longing as he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine.

There was nowhere to look but right at him, his eyes imploring, silently demanding to possess me. He doesn’t care and is still going to drill his dick deep into my pussy again. I just know it. 

Xavier was using me—using my body, exploiting my hole for hours—and I fucking loved every second, every minute and every hour of it. And he’s gonna do it again. And I’m gonna let him. 

I will let him wreck me, violate me and use me like his own personal flesh toy, because I’m a fucking goner at this point. My entire soul and being are submitted to his pleasures. 

Finally, finally, I succumbed to his touch. Fucking devour me, Xavier.

With shameless abandon, I circled my hips slowly, allowing his weeping tip to tease against the walls of my cum-filled pussy. The way it was just our arousal and fluid lubricating us feels so sinful. 

“Fffuck,” he muttered. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

His hands roam my body, seizing palmfuls of my tits—clamping onto them. 

“Admit it, you crave this as much as I do.”

While my breasts were being fondled and my nipples pinched, his other hand began to fist his already-hard cock. “You feel that?,” he pressed his member against my folds, smacking it against them. “Feel this? Feel what you do to me?”

I bit my lips. I could feel his sharp gaze on me. So fucking explicit.

Not only was my body having an insanely unprecedented response to him, but he was just as affected by me as I was by him.

“Feel how fucking hard you make me?”

He moved up, again grazing past my opening and up to my clit. 

I nodded, throat too tight to speak. 

Every time he rocked his hips, his dick slid against my core, it drives me fucking insane. Noises began to grind out of my throat.

My stomach clenches with anticipation, my throbbing desire urging me forward as I move my hips ever so slightly, inviting them. Stroking him with my drenched folds, I allow his weeping tip to tease against my entrance—just enough to push him in and out of me, ever so slightly.

I couldn’t help it. He was thick enough. Long enough. And I needed him deep inside me already. I couldn’t wait any longer; I needed to get fucked by him. On a whim, I added a twist, using a handful of spit to stroke him from the base to the head, hand over hand over hand.

“So fucking needy,” he murmured. “I love it when you let me use you like this. You’re enjoying this, huh? Being spread open and used this way?”

My mouth parted and I could feel my cheeks reddening, my hand still stroking his cock, pussy throbbing and aching at his words.

And then, without warning, Xavier pushed my hands aside and thrust his cock deep into my pussy in one single push. Both of us gasped—mine a sound of surprise, his smug and hungry. Jolts of ecstasy shot straight to his dick as my moans filled the room, wincing in both pain and pleasure. I froze as he angled himself, his body moving forward and pushing even deeper—causing me to arch my back.

“You make me so proud, taking it in like this,” he sucked in a seething breath, let it out with a shudder. 

I moaned from the friction and his voice, his delicious voice and his fucking cock, I can’t get enough of.

His eyes widened, pupils dilating, and his pulse leapt in my throat. “Fuck,” he whispered. “I want to hear that mouth crying my name,” he growled.

I kept watching as he withdrew from my pussy and slid inside again. It seemed impossible I could take so much but I saw it with my own eyes—thick inch after thick inch disappearing inside me and reappearing slicked with my wetness and his. 

“I want you to tell me how sore that pussy is.”

“It’s so fucking sore, Xav!” I whimpered.

“My full name.”

“Xavier!”

“Good girl. Because after this, I—We—I’m gonna fuck you again,” he stammered.

“And again,” he said as he pumped his cock into me. The strokes were long but not hard, and I could take them easily.

He rolled his hips, almost blacking me out with the sudden movement, ramming it balls deep into me. “And again.”

My pussy wasn’t just wet; it was as though my whole body was fucking quivering, pulsating, trembling—feeling every throb surrounding his cock. I could barely talk now, my head lolling back against the soft pillow that Xavier had tucked beneath it earlier, my arched back pushing my breasts closer to his body. Two hands grasped my sides. His hips adjusted. He slid out slowly, nearly leaving me empty, then slipped back inside, a little deeper than before. 

He made me feel every single inch and vein of his cock, the sensation so intense I forgot to breathe.

“Mmm, you like the way I fuck,” he grinned, the tell me implicit in his eyes.

“Yes, I love how you fuck me.”

“You’re gonna give me what I want, when and how I want it.”

“Yes, sir. Always.”

“Your mouth is mine. Your body is mine. Your pussy is mine. Your tits—fuck—mine all mine.”

I had no control over what was coming and going in and out of my pussy. He can have everything. All of me. All of this. 

My tits bounced as Xavier rammed into me repeatedly, spearing me with his cock right into my core. He lets out a low, guttural groan and rolls his head back, tightly gripping my hips as he thrusts sloppily into my wet pussy. This shithead was enjoying himself, fucking me like this. His every breath and grunt and groan told me he was.

He leaned his forehead against mine, one hand gripping my neck while his free hand held down on my legs, keeping them apart and further intensifying the pleasure.

As we both looked down, he held his cock, angling it before sliding it back in again.

I hissed at his touch, even though he’d been inside me already, for many hours, his cum and the sound made my heart leap. 

God, I fucking love his cock. I love the way it pulses each time I moan, the way it curves slightly, hitting all the right spots, and the way it slides in and out of my pussy, pulsating and throbbing with each movement.

He found the rhythm he craved, taking me with swift, rough thrusts and grunting in time.

Sweat dripping and covering every inch of my body, I couldn’t take it anymore. Fuck, I needed to release. I begged Xavier.

Xavier shuddered and chuckled, no doubt amused by my desperation. The begging went on. 

With a desperate need to climax, I rock my hips, taking his cock deep into the depths of my pussy.

Without an ounce of respect, I continue to grind my pussy deep into his cock, feeling his fingernails pierce deep into my thighs as he licks and laps all over my body. Little sighs and moans escape from my throat.

“Stay the fuck still, or I’m going to cum before I want to, and if that happens, then I will take you over my knee and punish your ass until you learn how to listen,” Xavier said sternly.

Holy shit. Wait, what if I actually want him to, though? Fuck, he can punish my ass later. He can do whatever he wants to me. I can’t take it anymore; I’m all yours, Xavier.

Soon the only word I know was "please.” I said it over and over. Finally, he gave in. I arched into the orgasm, hips off the bed, my fingernails digging into the fabric of the sheet, crying out louder than I ever had, my core contracting quickly around the brutal organ inside me.

Within seconds, I was crying out, pressing my pussy against his cock so deeply that Xavier was buried to his balls, my fingers scrabbling at the fabric of the sheets, wordless grunts tearing from my throat.

Xavier, being the shithead that he is, persisted, driving into my core with relentless force, each thrust intensifying the pleasure-pain dichotomy. My senses erupted into a carnival of sensations—my pussy and breasts swollen with arousal, my lips tingling from his hungry kisses.

His unyielding rhythm transformed my body into a hedonistic playground, heightening every sensation. With muscle spasms coursing through me, my entire body clenched—my pussy grasping wildly around Xavier’s cock.

“That’s my girl,” he told me hoarsely. “Fffuck, I love it when you clench around my cock like that,” he shuddered, feeling the intense pleasure.

Still clamping down on his shaft like a tight fist, my pussy caused his body to arch like a bow when he felt it. “I’m—“ I inhaled, unable to form a single sentence. But I didn’t need to, because I’m coming so hard, my body undulating as if to surrender to the ecstasy pulsating within.

“Such a good girl. That’s right, baby, only I can make you feel this way,” he murmured against my lips, grinning. His thrusts slowed and deepened, the roll of his hips exaggerated, sending jolts of impact through me. Pure heaven, the way he’s fucking me. Still inside me, his eyes locked with mine as he closed in. His cheeks and lips flushed, mouth slack.

“Only I, can make you feel this good.” 

I nodded breathlessly.

“You're fucking mine.”

Another nod.

“You belong to me, body and soul. No one else can touch you like I do, make you tremble and moan like this,” he whispered with a possessive edge, his breath hot against my skin.

“my cum-filled princess.”

A shuddering exhale. 

The pulsing slowed, after what felt like an eternity, only to be met with another surge of arousal, tightening my body around his cock once more. It heated me in a way that physical sensations couldn’t.

I have no self-respect or self-control anymore. It’s all his fault. All I crave is his cock. My sole purpose in life now is to be his cum-filled princess. My fingers went to my clit, and I started getting myself off again, while my other fingers slid in and out of my mouth, tasting both our fluids. Xavier looked transfixed, as if he was fucking mesmerised.

A slap landed on my thigh, not quite a spank but unmistakably a punishment. “So fucking naughty.” I jolted from my trance.

His hand came down quickly, and although the smack of his palm against my thigh sounded loud, his blow fell painlessly across my skin. A stunned smile buzzed my lips.

He released himself from me, his cock slipping free, leaving me all at once, a mix of disappointment, hunger, and emptiness flooding over me. 

As he traced his way from my clit to my cunt with his tongue, he flattened it against my clit to sample my taste again, his dick still in his hand, gripping hard—never dropping his stare. After a few more excruciating teases, I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to spread more for him so he could pound me right into the base of my stomach again. The very thought of it made my inner muscles twitch.

Xavier stood over me, his cock clenched in his fist, witnessing the messy sight he'd created, giving in to it all, giving in to everything.

“I’m so fucking obsessed with you,” he muttered.

His words chilled my skin and arousal heated my cunt. That’s it, I want him now.

“Stop.”

He blinked, “Mm?”

“Lie on your back. I wanna ride you.” I said hoarsely.

He shivered in a way that told me he had no objection to that. 

I sit up, wanting to take off my own ruined panties, but Xavier stops me, insisting that I leave them be because it turns him on to see me in them. It's so fucking cute when he's all honest like that.

By this time, my slick wetness is covering almost every part of my body. 

With my knees pressed against his hips, straddling him, I use my hand to guide him into position.

The tip of his weeping cock looks so swollen, indicating he's near release. I spit out a slick of saliva to coat his cock, and we both moan in unison as I begin to descend. His gasp echoes in the room as my walls grip him, drawing him deeper inside.

The clenched muscles of his chest startling, his expression agonising. 

“I need you to come inside me again. Please.”

With a subtle shift, I angled myself better, allowing me to bounce on him even more.

“Perfect fuckin’ ass and body…. deserves every drop of my cum”, he murmured.

“Give it to me,” my jaw set as I looked down on him, my hand asserting control over his chin. “I want to see it spilling out around you. I want it where it belongs—in me. Please.”

A deep, shuddering noise rumbled from him and he paused to adjust his angle, eyes shut, luxuriating.

Again and again, my pussy clamped down on the head of his cock, squeezing and pulsing, and just knowing that I could make him cum over and over again, just because of my lace panties, made me feel so good.

Leaning his upper torso forward, he eagerly lapped at me, alternating between suckling and caressing my other breast with his hand. Changing sides, he captured my other nipple between his teeth. I whimper as the warmth of his mouth and tongue close over my nipple. With a gentle push, I guided him back down, resuming my position atop him. 

It feels goddamn intoxicating, and with all the pressure, my full body weight pressing against his cock.

Delirious with desire, he continued, his voice strained with urgency. "Fuck, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

But even if I wasn’t on birth control, holy fuck, I was not stopping. My naughty pussy was milking his dick for everything it was worth. "You feel so fucking good," his breath hitches as my pussy engulfs him with my lace panties still tugged to the side, allowing him full access and some friction. With my legs spread in hallowed welcome, I ride, savouring every sensation of his cock. 

It was pure instinct that made him grab my hips and work me harder and faster, making my ass bounce against his cock, seeking to drive him deeper inside me. My cunt tightens around him; I know he can feel it. I know he can tell how close he’s brought me already.

Each movement was a plea for more, a desperate need for his ultimate release and mine. “I want you to cum deep inside my pussy,” I begged, pressing down even more. “Give it to me. Give me every single drop.”

And there it was. 

He was releasing himself and cumming straight into my eager pussy—spurts and spurts of semen glazing my inner walls, filling me with an intoxicating warmth that only fuelled my desire.

At that moment—during the peak of his high, at the peak of my greedy triumph—I maintained my rhythm, riding him with relentless passion, determined to prolong the exquisite pleasure coursing through us. 

Noticing my sloppy movements, it was his turn to pump into me, his hips pistoning faster and harder until the force of it feels like it’s going to rip me apart. My entire body tenses against his, sucked into a rhythm that brings me to the brink almost instantly.

I’m coming again, pulsing hard around his cock as he remains defeated beneath me. My entire body shudders with the force of it as he watches me come apart. It feels so fucking yummy to have him fill up my pussy like this.

Slowly pulling myself up, just enough to keep the swollen head of his cock inside me, I then lower myself back down again, clenching my walls tightly against him—just to tease him. With a deliberate motion, I lifted my hips, disconnecting my pussy from his cock, and we both watched as his cum dripped down from my hole. A groan slipped from his throat, and his cock twitched once more.

I let the sight mesmerise me, drawing a needed veil between my body and brain.

“Mmm, so pretty with my cum dripping out of you like this.”

I nestled against his chest, still reeling from the intensity of our lovemaking—our bodies tingling with the remnants of ecstasy. Entwined in each other's arms, our breaths synchronised in a harmonious rhythm, I traced delicate patterns across his chest, savouring the intimate aftermath of our passion.

Whispering words of adoration, little did I anticipate the surge of desire it would ignite within him.

Xavier's hand cradled my face, his touch possessive yet tender, as his lips found mine once more. "God, baby, you're driving me wild all over again." —by prettyobsessed⋆˚✿˖° Editors' note: i might come back to this and add more details (kinda rushed the end), but as of now, i hope you enjoyed reading this! i'm gonna take a short break and then come back with more content ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ thank you so much for always supporting me. whenever i receive a positive reply from you guys, i just feel so happy, and it motivates me even more to work on new stuff!♡

P.S: I enhanced Xavier's photo just a little bit, and for some reason, he looks extra delicious?!😭

Peach Blossom Solace

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ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘐𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵

─────────────── ˗ˏˋ ❅｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽ ˎˊ˗ ────────────────

Clutching the crisp, white sheet handed down by the venerable professor of the academy, Y/n's eyes were immediately drawn to the examination score emblazoned starkly at the top in bold, unforgiving ink. She stared at it, her gaze growing increasingly despondent with each passing second.

"...Dammit," she muttered under her breath, the word escaping in a whisper that trembled with frustration. Seeing the disappointingly low result, her fingers tightened around the paper, nearly crumpling it in her grip as she fought to contain her disappointment.

It wasn't merely about the grade. It was about the countless hours she had invested, the sleepless nights spent hunched over textbooks, the meticulous preparation that had consumed her every waking moment. She had poured her heart and soul into her studies, believing that sheer effort would be enough. But it wasn't, and that was the most heartbreaking realization.

'It almost feels like no matter how hard I try, the stars on my side seem to fade,' she thought, the weight of her discouragement pressing heavily on her chest like an iron vice.

She sighed softly, the sound laden with defeat, the burden of failure pressing heavily on her shoulders. She wasn't typically grade-conscious, but this result struck her deeply—too deeply, if she were honest with herself.

Desperate to clear her mind, she stepped out of the bustling, chattering classroom. Her steps were faint and soft, her body moving on autopilot as her mind wrestled with her emotions. She let her legs carry her aimlessly, not knowing where she was heading, only that she needed to escape.

Before she realized it, she found herself beneath the ancient peach blossom tree, its delicate petals drifting gracefully in the soft spring breeze. The tranquil, empty scene offered a small measure of solace, a momentary reprieve from her turmoil.

"You look gloomy," a familiar voice suddenly spoke, prompting her to turn. There stood Xavier, his gaze gentle as always and his tone soft, a quiet presence in the midst of her storm.

"...Ah. I was just... thinking," Y/n replied, sitting down on the weathered stone steps and hugging her legs to her chest. Xavier sat beside her, his eyes fixed on the falling petals from the peach blossom tree.

He didn't reply immediately, but the silence felt oddly comforting to Y/n. His presence, quiet and steady, provided a solace that words couldn't offer.

"...Seems like the peach blossoms are in season," he said finally, his gaze still fixed on the drifting petals, prompting Y/n to look as well.

"...Yeah," she murmured, finding a small comfort in the delicate beauty around them, the world seemingly momentarily suspended in a perfect, fleeting moment.

Another silence settled between them, a shared space of understanding and unspoken words.

Y/n stared at the sky, its soft orange hues painting the horizon above. "... It must be nice to be a star, twinkling above and knowing everyone looks up to you," she mused aloud, her voice tinged with wistfulness.

"...Not really," Xavier replied after a few seconds, his voice thoughtful and reflective, breaking the silence gently.

Y/n turned to Xavier with a puzzled look, but his gaze remained fixed on the sky. He continued, "No one would look at the stars if they didn't shine. No one would even notice them."

Y/n internally scoffed, relating his words to herself, knowing she had failed today. "Yeah. You're right—"

Xavier cut her off before she could continue. "Not even the stars always shine brightly," he said, turning to her, his gaze understanding and soft.

"They have their moments of dimness, their times of uncertainty. Yet, despite that, they remain constant, ever-present in the vast expanse above."

"Just like the stars, you don't need to be at your brightest all the time," he added, his gaze gentle yet unwavering. "Even in your moments of darkness, know that you still shine in your own unique way. And no matter what, I'll always be here, looking up at you."

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑀𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛, ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 (𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑏𝑖𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑) 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠/ 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟.

Dangerous Game

𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝: 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘓𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳-𝘦𝘨𝘰, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯.

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 16+ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 & 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 (𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦)

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"Y/n—" His voice carried a sharp edge of annoyance as he forcefully guided her down to the sofa, cornering her against the cushions. His hands hovered dangerously close to her sides, effectively trapping her in place.

"Why do you seem more excited when we're talking about Lumiere?" His intense gaze bore into her, darkened by a palpable jealousy that simmered just below the surface.

"What? Aren't you and Lumiere the same person?" Y/n's eyes locked onto his, searching his face as she spoke. "Lumiere is just a name for your alter-ego, isn't it?"

"I mean… Yes, and no?" He responded; his voice thick with a complex mix of emotions. His breath became heavier as he leaned closer, the heat radiating between their bodies creating an almost tangible connection. His eyes never left hers, filled with an intensity that made her heart race.

As he leaned in further, stopping mere inches from her lips, he whispered, his voice dripping with possessiveness, "So, which one of us do you like more?" The question was barely audible, yet it hung in the air with heavy significance.

She stared at him, a look of puzzlement crossing her face. Was he truly jealous of himself? She could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with hers, and decided to play along, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Lumiere?"

Xavier's expression darkened ominously at her response, the teasing lilt in her voice pushing him over the edge. With a swift, fluid motion, he pinned her against the sofa, his body pressing against hers with an undeniable force. His lips descended on hers in an intense, possessive kiss, claiming her with a fervor that left no room for misinterpretation.

His mouth moved feverishly against hers, his desperation and need pouring into every motion. His hands, warm and insistent, slipped beneath her shirt, their path deliberate as they traced the smooth expanse of her back. Each touch seemed to ignite a new fire within him, driving him to press closer, to feel every contour of her body against his.

"Mm!" Y/n’s surprised sound was muffled by his kiss, her initial shock quickly giving way to the overwhelming sensation of his desire. She could feel the hard planes of his well-toned body, each muscle tense with restraint, as he enveloped her smaller frame.

His kisses were searing, a blend of passion and possession, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fervent intensity. His fingers traveled along the curve of her waist, pulling her even closer, the weight of his body pressing her into the cushions and making her breathless. A heady sense of surrender washed over her, heightening every sensation.

Abruptly, he broke the kiss, his lips trailing along her jaw and down the column of her neck. Each kiss he left in his wake was more possessive than the last, his breath hot against her skin. "You're mine," he growled, his voice low and filled with a primal, unwavering possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine.

In mere seconds, everything Xavier was doing made her feel weak and defenseless. The way his tongue explored her mouth, the relentless pull of her body against his—it all left her feeling both vulnerable and electrified.

Even as he broke the kiss, she stared at him in a daze, her mind swirling. An impulsive urge seized her, pushing her to provoke him further, to stoke the fire of his jealousy over his own alter ego.

"I might belong to Lumiere instead."

A low growl rumbled in Xavier's chest, his entire body tensing against hers. "You're playing a dangerous game, love," he warned, his voice a seductive blend of menace and desire. Leaning closer, his breath hot against her ear, he added, "Don't test me."

His fingers traced a tantalizing path down to her thighs, then slowly moved along her inner thighs, sending waves of pleasure and anticipation coursing through her. "One more word," he murmured, his tone dark and promising, "and I'll show you exactly who you belong to."

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑒, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑡. 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴, 𝐼'𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑅18 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒~

𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛, 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑~

Possessive Desires

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝: 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘉𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 18+ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 (𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 (𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦) & 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦.

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His fingers traced a tantalizing path down to her thighs, then slowly moved along her inner thighs, sending waves of pleasure and anticipation coursing through her. "One more word," he murmured, his tone dark and promising, "and I'll show you exactly who you belong to."

His statement enticed her, an undercurrent of danger making her heart race, yet she couldn't help but be drawn to it. She looked at him, her eyes glazed with desire, a sly smirk tugging at her lips as she decided to pull his last strings. "You're adorable, Lumi."

His jaw clenched at the use of that teasing nickname, his grip on her waist tightening possessively. Without warning, he lifted her effortlessly from the seat, his strong arms enveloping her in a firm embrace.

In one fluid motion, he spun her around and pressed her back against the wall, his body a solid barrier of strength and desire that trapped her in place.

"Oh, you have no idea the game you're playing, sweetheart," he purred, his voice a velvety mix of menace and lust. His eyes blazed with a hungry flame as his fingers tangled in her hair, securing her firmly as his mouth descended upon hers once more.

She squeaked as he pushed her against the wall, his body melding with hers, the pressure both exhilarating and overwhelming. Perhaps her teasing had gone too far, but it was too late to turn back now. His kiss was demanding and fervent, eliciting a soft groan from her lips, "mm.." The intensity of his desire left her breathless and completely at his mercy.

Xavier deepened the kiss, his tongue entwining with hers in a passionate, intoxicating dance. His body pressed even closer, the heat of his skin seeping into hers, creating an electric connection. His hand glided down her side, tracing the curve of her waist, over her hip, and down to her thigh.

He shifted slightly, lifting her leg just enough to press his hips snugly against her, the hard evidence of his desire unmistakable. His kiss was possessive, each stroke of his tongue a clear declaration of ownership.

"H-Hya—!" Her gasp was soft and breathless as he lifted her leg, exposing her to a more vulnerable position, especially since she was only wearing a skirt. The sensation was both thrilling and overwhelming, making her feel acutely aware of every point of contact between them.

As her gasp escaped her lips, he continued to devour her mouth, his body pinning her securely against the wall. The heat between them grew more intense, his kisses becoming harder and more demanding, filled with an insatiable hunger.

The hand gripping her waist trailed down to her legs, his fingers gently caressing her thigh, tracing small, tantalizing circles over her smooth skin. His thumb slipped under the edge of her skirt, brushing against the top of her thigh-high stocking, teasing her with each subtle movement.

"M-Nn.." She closed her eyes, struggling to maintain her composure as she felt his fingers at the edge of her skirt. The combination of his touch and his kisses sent shivers through her body, making it increasingly difficult to think clearly. The intensity of his desire, combined with the vulnerability of her position, left her breathless and yearning for more.

He smiled slightly at her struggle, the soft sounds escaping her lips only fueling his desire. His thumb brushed upward along her inner thigh, slipping under her skirt, his touch growing bolder and more insistent.

He broke the kiss, his mouth finding the delicate flesh of her throat. He trailed a path of hot, possessive kisses down the sensitive skin, his lips leaving a burning trail in their wake. His teeth nipped gently at her collarbone, a sharp contrast to the soothing caress of his tongue as it followed, erasing the sting.

"A-Aah..!" Y/n gasped, the sensation causing her to lift her chin slightly, subconsciously giving Xavier more access to her neck.

Taking full advantage of her responsive arch, his mouth continued its seductive path down her neck. His tongue lapped at her skin, savoring the taste, while his teeth grazed over the tender flesh. He found a particularly sensitive spot at the base of her throat and sucked on it, intent on marking her as his own.

His hand slid higher, fingers deftly slipping beneath her panties to explore her heat. "You're so soft, sweetheart," he murmured against her skin, his breath warm and his voice thick with undeniable desire.

His fingers traced along her intimate folds, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through her body. He found her most sensitive bud and pressed gently against it, earning a sharp gasp from her lips.

He continued his sensual assault, kissing a path down her chest. His teeth caught the neckline of her top, pulling it down to expose her generous cleavage to his hungry gaze. His body pushed further into hers, his growing excitement pressing firmly against her, making his desire abundantly clear. His kisses grew more fervent, each one a testament to his possessive need to claim every inch of her.

"H-Haa... M-Mn.." Y/n’s whimpers grew more frequent and urgent as Xavier continued his relentless actions, each touch and kiss pulling more helpless sounds from her.

He captured her mouth once more in a heated kiss, his lips bruising hers as he tasted every moan she made. His fingers continued their exploration of her heat, teasing and taunting her sensitive bud with gentle, torturous circles. He relished in the small, pleading noises she made, drinking them in like the finest ambrosia.

Shifting his stance slightly, the movement caused his hardness to press even closer, the friction nearly overwhelming him. His need for her was a roaring inferno, an all-consuming desire that demanded satisfaction.

He pushed her harder against the wall, his body melding into hers with an urgency that left no room for doubt. His fingers slipped down, slowly teasing her entrance, the tips brushing over her slick folds with deliberate care. Breaking the kiss, his breath hot and heavy against her lips, he murmured, "You're mine, alright?"

Before Y/n could respond, in one swift motion, he lifted both of her legs, hiking her thighs up to drape over his hips, opening her even more to his touch. His finger slipped inside her heat, and a low, primal groan escaped his throat at the sensation.

"A-Aah..!" Y/n arched her back immediately, the sudden intrusion making her feel incredibly exposed and vulnerable. She panted lightly, her gaze half-lidded, her expression a tantalizing mix of arousal and surrender that sent waves of heat coursing through Xavier.

His finger curled inside her, rubbing against her inner walls with practiced precision. "Y/n, you're soaked," he whispered huskily, his voice thick with ravenous desire and a hint of teasing satisfaction.

His touch grew bolder with every response he elicited, his fingers moving with increasing confidence and intent. He added another finger, carefully stretching her, his movements designed to bring her to the peak of pleasure.

His mouth found her neck again, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin, leaving possessive marks in their wake. His kisses trailed down to her collarbone, each one more fervent than the last, as he claimed every inch of her with insatiable need.

"Mmhhm-! Aa-aah..~!" Y/n's moans grew louder, each sound a testament to the intense pleasure Xavier was eliciting from her. She was losing her composure completely, her body tightening around his fingers as her pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak.

Encouraged by her moans, Xavier continued his ministrations, moving his fingers deeper and faster within her. His thumb found her sensitive bud again, rubbing it with precise, rhythmic circles. He wanted to see her come undone, wanted to be the one to drive her over the edge.

His words became more heated, his voice thick with desire. "Let go for me, sweetheart."

"A-Aahh! X-Xavier..— Haa-..~!" Y/n moaned out, her voice trembling as she felt herself nearing the edge, her mind going blank with each thrust of his fingers.

Hearing his name spill from her lips like a reverent prayer drove him further. He moved his fingers faster and deeper, relentlessly seeking to draw out her climax, while his thumb maintained its rhythm on her sensitive bud.

He nipped at her earlobe, then whispered against her ear, his breath warm and laden with desire. "That's right. Say my name again." His voice carried a dominating edge that sent shivers down her spine.

Her world narrowed to the sensation of his fingers deep and curling inside her, making her back arch even more. She was drunk with pleasure, feeling herself teetering on the brink. "X-Xavier..—"

A shiver ran down his spine at the sound of his name on her lips, breathless and full of need. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the flesh, before whispering against her skin. "I need to hear you scream my name when you come."

His fingers twisted suddenly, increasing in speed and pressure. His sole focus was on her pleasure, her release. He wanted nothing more than to be the one to send her over the edge.

Y/n's breath hitched as she felt the intensity of his movements. Her body tightened, and with a final, desperate cry of "X-Xavier!" she shattered, her climax ripping through her with an intensity that left her trembling. Xavier held her through it, his fingers gentle now, coaxing every last wave of pleasure from her.

He watched her with a fierce, possessive satisfaction, knowing he had claimed her completely at that moment.

Her release hit like a tidal wave, drowning her in an ocean of bliss. Her body shuddered uncontrollably against his, her head tilting back as she rode the relentless waves of pleasure. Her cries grew louder, his name spilling from her lips in an unrestrained moan. Xavier's fingers didn't stop; although his thrusts slowed and grew gentler, they prolonged her climax, dragging it out until she was left trembling and gasping for him.

He finally withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste her essence. His breath was quick and deep, but a satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he took in her spent form.

His eyes fixated on her flushed face, her half-lidded expression making her look even more delectable. Shifting his grip, he supported her limp body against him, before leaning in to capture her panting lips in a gentle, lingering kiss.

She tasted divine, an intoxicating blend of sweetness and desire. Y/n panted heavily, her body sagging into his arms, her head resting on his shoulder as she struggled to regulate her irregular breathing.

He held her tightly, his fingers tenderly caressing her flushed cheek. The heat radiating from her body matched his own, creating a shared warmth that enveloped them both. His lips pressed gently to her temple, and he murmured softly against her skin, "You're incredibly beautiful. Just... breathtakingly so."

His thumb traced the faint mark he'd left on her neck, a small love bite that filled him with possessive satisfaction. The sight of the mark on her skin was a silent declaration of his claim, and it stirred a deep sense of pride within him.

As her breathing gradually evened out, he continued to hold her close, offering her a moment to come back to reality. Then, with a smirk, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Are you gonna apologize for your little teasing game, sweetheart? Or are you gonna keep testing me?"

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠! 𝑀𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑; 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡!

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞: 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐞

Meadow Nap

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

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The afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the grassy meadow, where every blade of grass seemed to bask in its gentle light. A delicate breeze whispered through the leaves of the nearby trees, creating a soothing symphony of rustling foliage. Y/n sat comfortably on the soft, verdant carpet, her fingers weaving through the cool, green strands in a slow, meditative dance. Above them, the sky stretched out in a flawless expanse of cerulean blue, punctuated by the leisurely drift of cottony white clouds.

Xavier lay with his head nestled in her lap; his eyes shut in serene repose. The soft curls of his tousled hair brushed against her fingers, prompting a tender smile as she observed his peaceful slumber. Time seemed to stretch and blend in the tranquil embrace of the meadow, the serenity enveloping them like a cozy blanket, insulating them from the worries of the outside world.

“You really like sleeping, don’t you?” Y/n said, her voice tinged with amusement as she gently began to untangle the strands of his grey-blond hair. Her fingers moved with a tender rhythm; each stroke filled with a quiet affection. “Did you not get enough sleep last night?”

“I wasn’t able to,” he replied softly, his eyes still closed. “I was up all night thinking about your mission for today.” His words hung in the air, a mix of concern and contemplation, his brow furrowing slightly even in his relaxed state.

“I came back, didn’t I?” Y/n’s expression softened at his response, her eyes reflecting a mix of affection and amusement. “Besides, I’m surprised you couldn’t sleep. You can usually sleep anywhere, anytime, under the most unconventional circumstances.” She mused, recalling with a smile how Xavier could even manage to doze off while standing, his body finding rest in the most unexpected moments.

“Mm.” He murmured, his eyes still closed, “thinking of you keeps me awake.” He paused, his lips curling into a faint smile. “But dreaming of you keeps me asleep.”

Xavier let out a contented sigh, his hand reaching up to gently grasp hers. Slowly, he opened his eyes, his blue gaze soft and serene as he looked at her hand. He brought it to his chest, where the steady rhythm of his heartbeat pulsed beneath her touch, a silent testament to the calm she brought him. With a tender movement, he lifted her hand to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on the back of her palm as his eyes fluttered shut again. The gesture was intimate, filled with unspoken love and deep gratitude. After a moment, he spoke again, his voice a soft murmur that blended perfectly with the surrounding sounds of nature.

His words carried a depth of emotion that resonated through the tranquil meadow, a heartfelt confession that bound them closer in their serene sanctuary. “And being with you keeps me alive.”

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝ℎ𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑀𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑑~

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a scene with Xavier when MC gets out of the bath, smelling like him cause she used his shampoo?

also if its possible to have MC wear an t-shirt of Xavier's

Embrace and Care

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵-𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

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The bathroom door swung open, releasing a billow of steam into the hallway as Y/n stepped out, a towel haphazardly draped over her damp hair. "You didn’t need to lend me your shirt, Xav. I could’ve just gone downstairs and grabbed one of mine," she said, tugging at the oversized shirt that hung loosely on her frame.

Xavier, seated comfortably in the bean bag, barely glanced her way, his focus riveted on the intense action unfolding on the TV screen. His fingers danced deftly over the controller. "You’re already here, I didn’t mind..." he replied, his voice casual but warm, the rhythmic clicking of the buttons punctuating his words.

Turning toward her, Xavier's expression betrayed a flicker of astonishment, quickly subdued by his practiced composure, the shirt traced the contours of her figure beneath the fabric, though his gaze remained firmly fixed on her. "I’m glad that I did," he murmured softly, the words carrying a gentle warmth as he acknowledged the unexpected delight of seeing her adorned in his attire.

“Huh?”

"Come here," Xavier said, placing the controller down and tapping the spot in front of him. Y/n followed his gesture and sat down with her back to him. Xavier gently removed the towel from her hair and began to dry it with tender, careful movements.

"I can do that myself—," Y/n protested, turning to face him. She reached for the towel, but Xavier quickly lifted it out of her reach, a playful glint in his eyes. Y/n pouted, her lips forming a small, endearing frown as she looked up at him in mock frustration.

"I insist," Xavier reiterated, playfully keeping the towel just out of Y/n's reach, her futile attempts met with nothing but air. With a soft sigh of defeat, Y/n relented, withdrawing her arms and turning her back to him once more. Xavier couldn't help but faintly smile at her response as he resumed drying her hair, his touch gentle and soothing.

As he worked, a familiar scent reached his nose, the same minty fragrance of shampoo that he used himself. Yet, somehow, it seemed even more alluring on her. Intrigued, he leaned in closer, his lips barely grazing the back of her head as he savored the delightful aroma enveloping her.

He then gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer against his chest, savoring the pleasant sensation of her scent filling his nostrils. Y/n flinched slightly at the unexpected intimacy, becoming acutely aware that her damp hair was soaking his shirt, creating small, dark spots.

"H-Hey! You're getting wet from my hair," she exclaimed, a hint of concern in her voice as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp. "Pull away, Xav."

Xavier closed his eyes, fully immersing himself in the moment, savoring both the delightful fragrance enveloping him and the comforting sensation of having Y/n in his arms. In a soft, low voice, he murmured, "No," his hold around her subtly tightening.

Y/n persisted with a few more attempts to extricate herself, but she halted when she turned slightly and caught sight of Xavier beginning to drift off to sleep, his expression soft and serene. A fond smile tugged at her lips as she observed him.

This man truly had the uncanny ability to doze off just about anywhere and everywhere...

Y/n decided to let this slide, releasing a gentle sigh as she resigned herself to the moment. If Xavier ended up getting sick from this, she would just take care of him.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑀𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛! 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑐, 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛~ 𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 600 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠, 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦, 𝑎 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡.

𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑑𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡!

Fragments

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 & 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵

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He wanted her, more than anyone, more than anything. Yet, in this timeline, she was forever out of reach. His eyes lit up when he first saw her, like a beacon of hope piercing through the shroud of his desolate world.

However, his joy was short-lived. His smile faltered as he saw her with someone else, entwined with another man, her laughter ringing out in the air—so unlike the solemn, quiet moments they had shared back in Philos. The sight was a cruel reminder of the unbridgeable chasm between their current realities and the bittersweet past he once knew.

He couldn’t explain the turmoil raging within him; it felt suffocating, more so than the transparent red collar fastened around his neck. His fists clenched involuntarily, knuckles whitening with the force of his suppressed emotion, but after a moment, he released it.

Despite the ache in his heart, he knew he had to protect her from the Wanderers who dared to approach. Resigning himself to the shadows, he accepted his role in the background rather than being the companion by her side he longed to be.

He settled atop the remnants of a once-sturdy structure, where the echoes of his recent confrontation with the Wanderers still lingered in the air. His gaze fell heavily upon the cracked ground below, and he leaned back, propping one leg up to rest his elbow upon his knee, seeking a moment's respite. With a weary sigh, he closed his eyes, hoping to steal a brief reprieve from the ceaseless turmoil of his thoughts.

Minutes passed in a blur until he felt a gentle hand shaking his shoulder, stirring him from his restless reverie. Slowly, he opened his eyes, his gaze meeting the one he had yearned for—the very reason he had dared to journey back through time.

"Hey, are you alright?" Her voice, like a soft melody, stirred memories of their time together in the future timeline, evoking a bittersweet ache within him. "You shouldn't be here. Wanderers have been spotted nearby; it's not safe."

Even in this timeline, her heart remained pure, instinctively caring for strangers.

His face betrayed no hint of the tumult raging within, his expression stoic as ever. Yet beneath that veneer of calm, a torrent of emotions threatened to overwhelm him.

He wanted to say something—no, he wanted to tell her everything. Yet, despite the countless words swirling in his mind, none escaped his lips. His mouth opened slightly as if to speak, but then closed as he wrestled with his thoughts. Finally, he managed a faint, almost vulnerable smile. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.

‘𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘦-𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.’

‘𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴.’

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐼 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙.

So I saw your request being open, I'm going through a bit of rough patch in life. My applications keep on getting denied and its affecting me. Can you do a fic where Xavier comforts reader?

It can be a long fic or a short one, thx

"More than enough"

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘟𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯.

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵

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She stared at the ground, her gaze lowered and unfocused, her mind adrift in a distant, unreachable place. The world around her blurred as if she were submerged underwater, the sounds muted and the colors dull. She was so deeply absorbed in her reverie that Xavier had to pinch her cheek gently, jolting her back to reality. She blinked rapidly, her eyes finally meeting him, the fog in her mind dissipating.

“Are you feeling unwell?” Xavier asked, his voice steady but laced with a subtle note of concern. His eyebrows knitted together slightly, and he tilted his head to the side, studying her with an intensity that belied his usual composed demeanor.

"Do you want to go home for now?" He added, inquiring softly, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow.

Y/n gently shook her head, her expression a mix of apology and determination. "No, no," she murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of reluctance. "I'm alright. I promised to go out with you." She offered him a small, reassuring smile, though beneath it, a flicker of uncertainty lingered in her eyes.

“What’s on your mind?” His voice probing yet kind.

“...I’m just feeling deflated,” Y/n admitted, her words trailing off into a heavy silence.

“With what?” he pressed, his concern deepening.

“Just life,” she sighed softly, opening her palm and gazing at it as if searching for answers in the lines and creases. “It feels like I can’t attain anything.” she confessed, her voice tinged with a quiet despair.

"You've got me," Xavier said softly, his words pulling Y/n from her thoughts. She looked up at him in surprise, blinking before her brows curved slightly. A faint smile tugged at her lips, appreciating his attempt to comfort her.

"I know that, but—" She cut herself off, clenching her palm into a tight fist as she stared at it. "I just feel like a failure..."

Xavier took a step closer, then another, until his shoes were just in front of hers. Gently, he reached out and opened her clenched fist, his fingers carefully untangling her grip. "You aren’t at all," he whispered, his eyes locking onto hers with sincerity.

"Out of all the things my hands have held, the best by far is you," he added, lifting her hand slightly and intertwining their fingers together, fitting like puzzle pieces perfectly.

He then leaned in, resting his forehead gently against hers. “So, please don’t think of yourself as a failure. You can always try again.” He whispered, his breath warm and comforting against her skin.

Xavier gently cupped both of her cheeks, his touch conveying a mixture of tenderness and reassurance, before placing a soft kiss onto her forehead. “You’re everything but less.” 

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦! 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡.

"𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮." —𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐌𝐜𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, "𝐂𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞"

Destiny's Quill

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆: 𝘈𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘟𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦.

ᯓ❅ ┆𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆: 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 & 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵

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Spotting him in the Destiny Cafe, Y/n tilted her head and squinted, trying to discern if it was indeed Xavier sitting in the corner, engrossed in a book. She approached him quietly, careful not to startle him.

"I’ve been seeing you around here a lot lately, reading," Y/n remarked with a soft chuckle, finding it unusual. "This doesn’t seem like you at all."

Xavier looked up, his face maintaining that familiar, innocent, and relaxed expression. "Reading is also a great way to ease into sleep," he replied calmly.

Y/n felt momentarily taken aback, hoping his explanation would be different for once. "Of course, it is..." she trailed off, her voice tinged with a hint of amused resignation.

Xavier blinked at her, momentarily puzzled by her reaction, before his gaze returned to the book in his hands. His eyes moved from right to left as he read, lost in the words on the page. Curiously, Y/n leaned in slightly, attempting to catch a glimpse of the book's title.

"So many authors draw inspiration from their own lives," she mused aloud. "I wonder if I should write my own story."

"You could," Xavier replied, his gaze fixated at the text, his voice soft but affirmative.

Y/n pondered his response for a moment before asking, "Would you read it?" 

He looked at her, his gaze sincere, a reflection of his genuine interest. "I would. It would be my favorite one out of all the ones I've read."

"Really?” Y/n raised an eyebrow, half-teasing. “But once you finish reading my story, you might set it aside and move on."

"Not at all.” Xavier replied, his voice gentle yet earnest as his blue eyes stared steadily onto hers. “I would love to read it again and again, just to relive the moments with you."

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑆𝑜𝑏𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑁 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑇 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟.

Is it okay if I request a scene where Y/n teases Xavier? Maybe his ticklish side until he retaliates???

Thank you!

Playful Turnabout

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘟𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

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No matter what Y/n was doing, Xavier always wanted to be a part of it. He was usually the clingy one, resting his head over her shoulder as she fiddled with her laptop, his breath warm against her skin as he watched the screen with feigned interest. Even when Y/n was cooking, Xavier would find a way to be close, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, burying his face in her neck, and inhaling her comforting scent with a contented sigh.

This time, Xavier was engrossed in the latest installment of the Cosmic series, a saga that had been captivating readers for decades with its intricate plots and enduring characters. He was sprawled comfortably on the couch, the book resting in his hand, his eyes darting across the pages. When Y/n came to lay down beside him, he seamlessly adjusted his position, casually draping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her just a bit closer. His other hand remained occupied with the book, but the gentle pressure of his arm around her conveyed a sense of warmth and belonging, as if her presence was the missing piece to his perfect moment of relaxation.

Usually, Y/n would be engrossed in her phone or occupied with her own activities while Xavier delved into his reading, but today, a mischievous spark danced in her eyes, igniting a playful impulse within her. With a small grin tugging at her lips, she decided to interrupt Xavier's tranquil reading session.

“Xavi,” she called out, a small grin plastered on her lips as she looked up at him. Xavier immediately turned to look, his expression maintaining its usual detached and aloof demeanor, though his curiosity flickered behind his eyes as he emitted a soft, questioning sound.

A playful poke landed on his cheek, prompting Xavier to blink in mild confusion. "What is it?" he inquired, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

“Are you ticklish anywhere?” she asked. Xavier didn’t reply nor react much, but his silence spoke volumes to Y/n. She decided to test her theory by poking his side once, and it elicited a subtle reaction from him, though he quickly attempted to mask it with a composed cough.

"I'm not ticklish," he defended, his tone nonchalant, though the slight reaction he couldn't suppress only spurred Y/n's playful intentions further. She looked at him with an innocent smile, raising both of her hands slightly, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes that caused Xavier to involuntarily flinch, anticipating her next move.

“Really?” she teased, her hands hovering near his sides. Xavier tensed up, his book now forgotten as he tried to maintain his stoic facade. 

“Y/n,” he warned, but the playful glint in her eyes made it clear she wasn’t backing down. She wiggled her fingers menacingly, and Xavier couldn’t help but sweat drop nervously.

Y/n's smile remained innocent, belying the mischievous intent glimmering in her eyes as she suddenly dove in, her fingers dancing along Xavier's sides in a relentless tickling attack. Caught off guard, Xavier had to let go of his book, which tumbled onto the couch as he tried to fend off her playful assault. Despite his efforts, he was careful not to hurt her, his defensive movements gentle and restrained.

Suppressing most of his laughter, he could only manage short, quick-lived chuckles that escaped involuntarily. The tips of his ears flushed red, a telltale sign of his discomfort and amusement intertwined. Y/n, delighted by his struggles, continued her tickling onslaught, savoring every moment of his reaction.

After a few minutes of relentless tickling, Y/n finally relented, laughing heartily as she flopped down beside him on the couch. Her laughter filled the room, a melodic contrast to the earlier quiet, while Xavier caught his breath in short gasps. 

Finally catching his breath, Xavier nearly tossed his book aside, letting it slide to the floor as he swiftly turned to face Y/n. In a swift, graceful movement, he hovered above her, his intense gaze locking onto hers while his chest rose and fell with each panting breath. 

"Had your fun?" he asked, his voice being a mix of low and breathless.

His words hung in the air as he prepared to exact his playful revenge; a small, almost unnoticeable smirk forming on his lips. "My turn." 

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑, 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑜𝑛𝑒.

𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑋𝐷

hiiii :3 i have a request for a short fanfic for our bunny boy xavier hehe <3 let’s say reader gets a tattoo of xavier’s sword (like the design behind his latest promise outfit) all the way down their back ;) i would die to see how he would react to this 😝

this can be fluff or whatever you’re comfy with ! tqsm 💗

Tethered by Ink

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘟𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧(?), 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊.

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You stood before the full-length mirror, the silky nightgown clinging to your body in delicate waves, accentuating every curve. Slowly, you turned, glancing over your shoulder to admire the tattoo that now graced the small of your back—an intricate design inspired by Xavier's sword. The fine details mirrored his blade’s sharp yet elegant craftsmanship, making you smile at the thought of him permanently etched into your skin, a part of him that you would carry always.

Your eyes flickered back to the mirror just as the bathroom door opened with a soft creak, steam spilling into the room like a veil of mist. Xavier emerged, fresh from the shower, wrapped in a bathrobe, a towel in hand as he casually dried his damp hair. His movements paused the moment he caught sight of your tattoo.

Right, he hadn’t seen it yet.

He stood still, his eyes widening slightly, taking in the sight. For a fleeting moment, his usual calm demeanor faltered. The expression he wore was one of silent awe, like a rare moment when the world around him slowed, leaving him utterly captivated. You blinked, mirroring his reaction, uncertainty settling in as you wondered if he approved.

“Do you like it?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you turned to face him. Your hand instinctively rested over your chest, fingers clutching the fabric nervously as the silence between you grew heavier.

His answer wasn’t immediate. Instead, time seemed to stretch endlessly as he closed the distance between you. He moved with purpose, gently wrapping one arm around your waist. His broad chest pressed warmly against your back, and his free hand trailed along the curve of your spine, where the inked design was now part of you. His fingers brushed over your skin, featherlight and deliberate, tracing the lines as though memorizing each one.

His lips hovered just above your ear, his breath fanning across your skin, sending a rush of warmth through your body. “I love it,” he murmured, his voice low and full of affection, each word punctuated by the intimate proximity of his mouth to your ear. The gentle, teasing brush of his breath caused your pulse to quicken, a rush of heat spreading through your cheeks as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror, blushing.

He hadn’t moved far, still standing close enough that his scent, fresh from the shower, engulfed you. It was intoxicating, a blend of clean soap and something uniquely him that made your knees feel weaker. You lowered your gaze to the reflection in the mirror, catching a glimpse of your own flushed face, the soft pink hue betraying the rapid beat of your heart, while Xavier’s gaze remained fixed on your back, a mix of admiration and something deeper—possessiveness.

You tried to steady your breathing, but the intensity of the moment only heightened when his hand, resting against your waist, tightened slightly. “Did it hurt?” His voice was barely a murmur, almost a hum, his thumb continuing to lazily draw soft, aimless patterns against your skin.

You blinked, snapping out of the daze. “Huh? Oh—no, not really.” You shook your head lightly, remembering the brief discomfort of the tattoo, which paled in comparison to the battle scars you bore as a hunter. The pain had been fleeting, but his concern warmed you. Despite everything you endured, it was sweet that he still cared about something as minor as this.

Xavier hummed, clearly pleased with your answer, though his gaze never left your tattoo, his fascination evident. The air between you felt charged, as though he were absorbing every detail of the ink that now marked your body in his name. He caught your eye in the mirror, his expression shifting slightly, his brows knitting together as if contemplating something. Without warning, he leaned down, the hand on your waist tightening once more as his lips brushed the top of your spine.

The sensation sent a jolt through you. His kisses were featherlight, yet they lingered, their soft warmth leaving a trail of sensation that made your breath hitch. He was gentle, his thumb continuing its soothing motions, ensuring you were never overwhelmed. But there was no mistaking the possessive pride in the way his lips caressed the design—this mark of him on your body.

Even though the tattoo would often be hidden beneath your clothes, he knew it was there, and that knowledge filled him with satisfaction. This symbol—his sword—was now a part of you. A silent claim. And the thought that others might never see it, but he would, especially in your most intimate moments, sparked something possessive in him. His lips hovered over your skin, and though he never said the words, you could feel it in his touch.

The next time he held you, he knew this new view of your back would be something he’d look forward to, a reminder that you were his—deeply, unmistakably his.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒- 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛! 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜.

𝐼 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 (𝑖𝑓 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊) 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠, ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠~

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄.ᐟ

what happens when you don't use their pet name to call them?

content: zayne/sylus/xavier/rafayel x gn!reader; more dialogue heavy; silly and cute

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ZAYNE ⟡

“Can you help me put this on, Zayne?”

From the reflection in the mirror, you tried not to react at the twist in his brow and the momentary confusion in his eyes. Wordlessly, he moved behind you, fingers taking the necklace out of your hand. With his gaze focused on the task before him, you could see him open his mouth, hesitating to speak.

“Did I do something wrong?” he questioned.

Zayne’s deft hands carefully laid the chain around your neck, centering the pendent between your collarbones.

You plastered on your most innocent expression, despite the twinge of guilt you felt at his question.

“Hm? Why do you ask?”

Swiftly, he clasped the ends of the chain together. His eyes flicked towards yours in the mirror.

“You’re calling me by my first name. I thought pet names were an important step in a relationship for you.”

You nodded. “Yes, Zayne, I do think it’s an important step.”

His eyes narrowed at your continual uncharacteristic responses.

Folding his arms, he mused aloud. “It took you some time to drop the title ‘doctor’ for me and to just use my name. After we became official, you were quick to call me ‘love’.”

You fiddled with your necklace, trying to, impossibly, force away the heat from your face.

“So, either I did something to make you upset, or”—he leaned in close to you, the side of his face almost touching yours—“you’re playing a trick on me.”

You gave a mock frown. He cocked his head to the side, awaiting your response.

“Okay, okay, it was a prank.” Sighing, you surrendered to his deductions. “I wanted to see how you’d react, but you saw right through me,” you mumbled.

His lips quirked. “I’ve known you for long enough to figure these things out.”

Wanting to wipe off the amused look he had on his face, you quickly planted a kiss on his cheek. His face turned into surprise. He chuckled, shaking his head at your triumphant smile.

“Thank you for helping me, my love."

SYLUS ⟡

“Sylus, could you play that new record you bought?”

You called from the sofa. Standing by the record player, he turned to face you. The offence on his face was unmistakable as he placed his hands on his hips.

“Sylus?” he scoffed. “We both know that’s not what you call me.”

Your brows furrowed, feigning confusion. “What are you talking about? Isn’t that your name?”

“Sweetie,” he levelled a look scepticism at you, “that hasn’t been my name for the past month we’ve been together.”

“I still don’t know what you mean, Sylus.”

He paused. Gears turned in his head trying to unpack what was happening, much like he would do when reading the truthfulness of a dealer during a bargain.

“Y/N.”

You’ve never heard your own name being said in such a serious manner. Perhaps you got a taste of your own medicine.

“I’m not particularly fond of lose-lose situations.” The softness in his tone made you feel weak. “You can tell me if I’ve done something to annoy you. I won’t be angry.”

“Not at all!” you quickly blurted out. Unable to hide it any longer, you confessed. “You haven’t done anything to annoy me. I was just trying to pull a small prank.”

All the tension visibly released from his body. A relieved sigh escaped him. “You really do play some dangerous games, kitten.”

Playfulness returned to his voice. “Now then, how will you correct your mistake?”

“Honey,” you drawled out each syllable, making it sound as syrupy as the nickname itself, “could you play that new record you bought now?”

Sylus couldn’t help but laugh at your exaggeration. “Why of course.”

XAVIER ⟡

“Xavier, do you want to try this?”

Subtly glancing at his reaction from the kitchen, you saw his face immediately fall into a pout. The look was fatal, and it took all the willpower you had not to drop the ruse right then and there.

“That’s not my name,” he answered.

“What do you mean?” you chuckled, continuing to put icing on the sugar cookies you baked. “Of course it is!”

“No, it’s not.” He insisted.

Placing his book down, he walked to stand at your side by the counter. You avoided his eye contact, pretending that nothing was amiss.

Resting a hand under his chin, he began to think. “You usually call me bunny, sweetheart, sunshine, or darling.”

Your jaw dropped in amused shock. “You remember all the names I’ve called you?”

His mouth twitches. “There are some more, but… they might be a bit embarrassing to say aloud right now.”

That was enough to make you look at him with wide eyes.

“Xavier!” Your face turned pink as you slapped his shoulder. There was no force behind the hit, but enough to convey your embarrassment.

“You did it again. You used the wrong name.” He stuck his bottom lip out.

You gently poked at his cheek, trying to lift the corner of his lip upwards. “Come on, don’t be sad darling.”

Immediately, he brightened before you.

“It was just a joke I saw couples do online. I wanted to see how you’d react.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “And was my reaction satisfactory?”

“I think it was,” you smiled at him, "but it’s a shame I didn’t film it, it would’ve made for a good Moments post.”

He shook his head. “But, the nicknames we use are only for us.”

The finished cookie in your hand had a bite suddenly taken from it as Xavier leaned down to have a taste.

“I don’t want anyone else to know.”

RAFAYEL ⟡

“Are you ready to go yet, Rafayel?”

He continued to hum to himself, completely ignoring you. You folded your arms as you watched him busy himself with something trivial. He flung open a random cupboard and inspected what appeared to be an assortment of spare art supplies.

“Rafayel,” you called again.

He then turned his attention to the fishbowl in the centre of the room, where a small orange fish darted around.

“Reddie, do you hear something?” he asked, gazing so earnestly into the bowl. This fish paused its movement and stared back at his owner.

“Rafayel~” you sang his name aloud this time, extending the last syllable.

He gasped, apparently receiving some confirmation from Reddie.

“You hear something too? Thank god. I was thinking there must be something wrong with my ears.”

Surveying the room around him, Rafayel intentionally looked past you standing barely a few metres from him, tapping your foot against the wooden floorboards of his studio.

“It sounds like”—he continued—“some kind of voice. Someone familiar to me, but I can’t make out who it is.”

“Rafayel!” you shouted his name between fits of laughter. Only he could respond to your jokes with his own dramatics.

He sucked in a breath in puzzlement. “I wonder who this person is calling out to.”

“Baby,” you finally conceded, “I’m talking to you!”

It seemed like he couldn’t keep up the act either, as he started laughing with you.

“Took you long enough,” he huffed, moving towards you and linking your arm with his. “Otherwise, Reddie and I would have been searching for this phantom voice for the rest of the day.”

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꒰ ⊹ ˚ . Summary — Head-canons of dating Xavier Thorpe:)!

contains of — Cuddles,Flirting,Pet Names,Teasing,Nsfw and Sfw Moments & much more ♡

Babette’s/Vivica’s Note — So for any spaces that are like “ ____ “ that would be your name I noticed a lot of people don’t like y/n so I decided to change it! I’m officially going to start writing and taking requests of Xavier Thorpe I find him very interesting and fun to write so im excited for this and I hope you enjoy! ♡ remember my request box is open!

KISSES! — He loves all kind of kisses, on the head,forehead,cheek,hand but he mostly adores the one on the lips.

no matter what your height is he always makes sure he kisses you or makes you kiss him when greeting him or engaging goodbyes to each other! Sorry ___ he just adores having his lips on your gorgeous soft lips!

If you wear chapstick he loves licking his lips after finding out what flavor your chapstick is, it’s like a guessing game for him he enjoys it!

If you wear lipstick he is down bad for that, as you know Ajax said he has a dark side, i picture that as a possessive side so I picture that he loves having your lip stains on his lips/ cheek or neck as much as he loves marking you as his, he also loves being marked up by you It shows everybody that he is yours!

HAIR! — he adores his hair obviously but he doesn’t take much good care of it, so he loves when you offer to clean his hair like a those salon hair washing kind of things.

His hair is pretty sensitive so when you are styling his hair or putting it up in a bun he does whimper or be dramatic and be like “ OW JESUS ____ THAT HURT! “ but overall he loves when you style his hair even though the process can be a pain in the ass.

When you guys are cuddling, he plays with your hair and smells it and genuinely wonders what conditioner do you use because it smells like ( your favorite conditioner scent ). He occasionally makes tiny braids in your hair and loves undoing them to see the little waves it makes it your hair!<3

SONGS — two words Arctic Monkeys. Music is actually a big part of his life, he always turns to it when he is happy,excited,nervous,mad, or upset. So when you came in his life he automatically showed you his playlists and bands he enjoys, when he doesn’t want to talk about his emotions in detail he will just ask you to cuddle him while music on his playlist plays in the background..

Bands : Chase Atlantic, Arctic Monkeys, Cigarettes after sex, The neighborhood, Nirvana.

Artist’s : Eminem, The Weeknd, Steve Lacy, TV girl.

PET NAMES — He gives you the most cutest but annoying and cringe pet names ever, sometimes because he is a simp or he just likes messing with you in private and public.

the pet names depends on his mood, sometimes you are the light and brightness in his life and he calls you baby, my love,princess but when he upset he would call you babe or a short version of your name ( ex. My name : babette Short Ver : bette ) or when he mad he would straight call you by your name:(

The names he loves being called is baby, babe, Xavi, handsome, cutie ( shush on the cutie part ) and some nicknames in your language ( ex. Mon Cher/ Mi amor )

The total list of nicknames for you is : baby, babe, gorgeous, Angel, pretty, my love, Princess, Sweetheart, Doll-face ( when he is messing w/ you )

CUDDLING — big spoon, little spoon he does not mind at all. He just wants to be able to hold you or have physical contact with you and have you close to him feeling you breath on him and occasionally share kisses.

Big spoon. He enjoys having that sense of protection over you, it makes him feel happy that your safe and useful to your needs, but he can play with your hair or look down at you and kiss your nose and tell you pretty things. (Ex. You are so gorgeous/ I love you so much you don’t even know it)

Little spoon. He does love when you pamper him and make him feel special, having physical touch as his love language he adores when you are all physically clingy and all over him hugging him and kissing him( add a little flirting in there and boom turn on for him ) he does enjoy being between your thighs and having his head on your stomach(lifting it and placing gentle kisses leading up to your chest) after a long day or just having trouble with grades, his dad or having Bianca constantly bugging him he loves nothing more than just to come to his or your dorm to just cuddle and relax and forget everything around him.

NSFW!!

KINKS — hair pulling kink, Praise kink, Size kink, Marking Kink, Biting kink. ( daddy kink not so sure of )

Like I said his hair is sensitive so when you guys are in the mood and making out, if you pull his hair harder then usual he will definitely moan loudly in your mouth and maybe bite your lip because of the pain of it also but pleasure outweighs the pain;)

For the praise kink, when you are riding or sucking him off he gives you so many praise because he knows it will butter you up and give you more strength to keep pleasing him( sometimes he can be little selfish in bed sorry</3 ) for him ooo boy does he love it, it lets him know that he is doing his job at pleasuring you and giving him a huge ego boost at him being the “ only one “ that can fuck/pleasure you that good.

Him being taller than you also unleashes his inner dark! Possessive dominant side like bad, he loves how he towers over you and can back you up against a wall without pinning you or shoving you. But don’t get me wrong he loves pinning you down(specially to his bed) when he fucks you he smirks at the hand difference you guys have when he has your arms criss cross while his hand is holding your arm/hand together his other hand is holding your boob or hip holding you down.

hickeys, bruises, lip stains, STAT!!!! Sometimes during sex his possessive side comes out and definitely feels the need to mark you in every single possible way to let everybody know that ____ ____ ( name and last name ) is taken by the very infamous Xavier Thorpe and that you belong to him and him only. He enjoys hearing you gasp or your breath hitching when he licks the spot he is going to kiss and mark, he is very rough when giving you hickeys so they usually come out as a purple ish color when you guys are feeling vanilla they will come out as a pink peach color as a subtle “ teehee I got railed 🤭”

TURN ONS — eye contact, lip biting, flirting, physical touch, neck kisses.

During sex, he wants your eyes on him and him only, no closing your eyes no looking to the side just him, it’s either him or his gorgeous body, if you are bold or you guys have done this before, expect it to be a every time thing, if you do look away he will harshly grab your chin while fucking you to MAKE you look at him once you get the hang of it he will let go.

if you are kinda shy or first time he will go gentle and lay a little lower while thrusting and whisper little praises and if you do keep looking away he will slow down his pace and softly grab your chin and say “ hey, it’s okay your doing great so be a good girl and look up here for me “

Lip biting. He definitely has a fascination with your lips no matter how big or how small he just loves the color they are and how soft they are, so when you are concentrating really hard and bite your lip or inner lip he goes wild and licks his own lips in the process, when your face in crunched up in pleasure and biting the side of your lip he eats that shit up, he can’t help but feel even more turned on then he was before.

During cuddling when you kiss his neck or chest you are definitely hinting that your horny and he loves when you do that, not only does he find it cute when you do it but also pleasure and loves being marked up by you, or sometimes when he hugs you from behind he kiss your neck or shoulder you can tell he wants something sfw or nsfw.

When you are extra touchy like rubbing his thigh or running your hand up and down his chest and stomach that’s a way to get him up and running he enjoys your touch, maybe a little to much but it just makes him imagine all the ways you can touch him and pleasure him, it gets so bad that he has to try some of the things he just imagined.

SEX PLAYLIST — definitely has one of the best ones, and will sometimes fuck you to the beat to some of the songs

Songs : I wanna be yours - Arctic Monkeys

Superman ( feat. Dina Rae) - Eminem

Into it - chase Atlantic

Call Out My Name - The Weeknd

Streets - Doja cat

High Enough - K.Flay

B.E.D - jaccquees

Under The Influence - Chris brown

Swim - Chase Atlantic

Soft core - The neighborhood

The list goes on and on after all this man has energy( big dick energy too )

Thank you so much for reading!! My request box is open and yeah!! Check out my other works if you have time!!<3 Happy Wednesday!!! Just remember Your peace is more important than understanding why something happened the way it did Let it go!!

“That’s my best friend”

“That’s my best friend” || Wednesday

Synopsis: You’re Bianca’s best friend ever since you were young. Always sticking by each other,even now when you’re in high school. The best duo of them out there. Just here showing y’all’s friendship!

Warnings: Black coded, Black reader, Fem!reader,cussing, a little bit of bullying, Bianca being kind of an ass, reader is a little cocky

A/n: My debut take on Wednesday!! Hope you all like it! There’s gonna be another part to this, but an Xavier post. Sorry it’s so short!

Bianca Barclay x Fem! Reader

You woke up this morning feeling really good. Report cards come out today,but it’s really nothing to you. Majority of your life you’ve had nothing to worry about. You’re a straight A student, always has your hair done, nails always looking nice, perfect skin and more. On top of that your dark blue siren eyes made you look beautiful. What could go wrong?

Well, something went wrong. There’s a new student,they say that she came because she almost had a murder charge and that she was “special” like the rest of you. You didn’t really favor new people much. They get a lot of attention fast and it would be terrible for you. Where would you’re reputation go?

You decided not to worry about it and you made your way to the bathroom to take a shower and do your morning routine. You got dress and went out the door. By the time you left you texted Bianca trying to meet up like you always do.

8:03am

‘Hey,where are you at?’

‘I’m by the fountain,like always friend. 😂’

‘Yeah? Well,yesterday you said that and I waited for like 30 minutes!’

‘I’m sorry! I already apologized girl! I’m here now though,seriously.’

‘Mhmm, we’ll I better see you there.’

(seen)

You sighed and turned off your phone and headed out your dorm with your purse and book bag. You walked through Ophelia hall and came across Xavier, the boy that’s Bianca’s ex. He looked at you while you walked past wanting to speak with you, but not doing so knowing it’s for the best.

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After a few minutes of walking you made it to the fountain and you found other sirens and Bianca walking with each other. “Hey y’all!” You had a big smile on your face and waved. The smile turned down very quickly as you saw the supposed to be new girl. Wednesday? She looked like..she just walked out of a cemetery. But you minded your business to keep yourself grounded and ignored looking her way.

You, Bianca, and some of your other friends all have Ms. Thornhill’s class together. What a supprise to you was..Wednesday was here too. You sighed and looked done at your book trying to not notice her. Somehow she noticed you though, it was like she was burning eyeholes into you.

You ignored the feeling as you payed attention in class. When Ms.Thornhill asked a question Bianca immediately raised her hand up, but somehow Wednesday was quicker than her AND answering the question correctly. This shocked the both of you. You looked at each other with the same look and raised your eyebrows. To others it looked like you were just making faces at each other but really you were having your own secret conversation.

You turned your attention back to your work and it was like the whole class period Wednesday and Bianca were at each other’s throats. You sped walked out the class when you noticed Wednesday was looking at you again once the lesson was over.

Bianca and your group caught up to you, they were going to ask why you left so fast but then they saw Wednesday looking at you too and just kept it to themselves. Later on towards the end of the day you saw Bianca and Wednesday in the same fencing class. You could hear what Bianca was saying to her. It was like she was bullying her. No, for a fact she is bullying her.

Being the mature person you are you peaked your head into the class and told her off before leaving. She just rolled her eyes and scoffed. That made you stop in your tracks and turn your ass around. “Umm. Unt unt! Who you scoffing at ma’am? Must not be me.” YIU had a whole attitude now, today was not the day for you to be tested right now. She staying quiet for a few seconds having nothing to say. “Oh okay, don’t test me right now Bianca Denise Barclay.” You hit her with the government name as you left.

I think Bianca’s regretting telling you her middle name now.

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Your school day was over with and you started to walk through the Ophelia hallway and saw Wednesday with a huge cut above her eye. You didn’t look for too long and you decided to text Bianca.

4:30pm

‘Hey B, have you seen Wednesday’s eye? It looks fucked up.’

‘Yeah. I’m the one who did it. She wanted a challenge, so she got it.’

‘Omg B! What’d you do?’

‘She challenged me in fencing class without our masks. Whoever draws blood first wins.’

‘So I won 🤷🏾‍♀️’

‘Makes sense. You might need to tone down your bullying on her B. Principal Weems noticed today.’

‘I’m not worried about her.’

(Seen)

You were about to text her back when you remembered that you had homework. So you quickly got to that. After that you got ready for a party. You and Bianca got invited to this wolf boys house party. Everyone else was going so why not? You got changed,put on your perfume and jewelry and went to go get Bianca. You haven’t gotten your license yet so she’s your ride for tonight.

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You arrive at this big mansion and it looks hella creepy but there were a bunch of people here so you didn’t worry much. You and Bianca walked into the house looking around. You turned your gaze back on Bianca only to find out she’s not there. You let out an annoyed groan and went to get something to drink.

You went into the kitchen and all you saw was liquor, liquor, liquor, & even more liquor. You took this as your sign to try some of the beverages. You look at the name of the drink ‘ahh,Casamigos.’ You poured ONLY A LITTL into a red plastic cup. Typical.

Then you turned around only to find Xavier behind you “You look nice tonight.” “I shouldn’t be talking to you right now.” He raised an eyebrow at you. “Girl code, im not accepting compliments from my best friends ex.” You had a sassy tone when you said that. You couldn’t just hang out with Xavier after your bestie has been crying to you nights on end. Hell no.

A aggravated groan came from you as you looked at him. “Xavier. You have a nice night,kay?” You said as you walked away upstairs ti find something to do. Xavier watched you walk away, he just stared. You feel his eyes on so you turn around and make eye contact before officially leaving.

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