A/N: Inspiration struck me like a brick to the face so here we are. I too, wish Xavier could live between my thighs (for sweet and sexy reasons ☺️)
It was a quiet Saturday morning in Xavier's apartment. You sat comfortably on the couch with a sleepy Xavier resting his head between your plush thighs.
A blissful sigh escapes his slightly parted lips. "Mmmm....I wish I could live here forever." he mumbles against your inner thigh.
You chuckle softly while gently petting his head as he lets out more sounds of contentment. He's exactly where he wants to be. Seeing him so comfortable you can't help but wanting to tease him a little.
"You can't live here Xavi, but you can come and visit whenever you want." you say with mischief on your mind. If Xavier's eyes were open he'd see the growing smirk that adorns your face. Lucky for you he's too busy basking in the warmth of his favorite pillows. Xavier happily nuzzles your thighs unaware of what's to come.
"I'll even offer you a meal from time to time." you emphasize your words with a light squeeze of your thighs. This gets his attention just like you hoped it would. His eyes snap open immediately and when he looks up at you there is a noticeable difference in his gaze. The soft and cuddly Xavier who was here just mere moments ago is nowhere to be found.
You bite your lip and move Xavier's disheveled bangs from his eyes hoping to get a better view of what you've done.
"What?" you smirk knowingly. "Is my esteemed guest hungry?"
Xavier's jaw twitches ever so slightly at your comment. His eyes are lidded and pupils blown with need. The rise and fall of his chest becomes more noticeable as his breathing quickens in anticipation.
SELF-AWARE!ZAYNE who remembers the night the house update was introduced, the thrill of realising just how much closer he could be to you and the sudden nervousness that built in every fibre of his being from the influx of new coding that allowed him to do so much more.
before, any time spent in the battle portion of the game was when he ‘felt’ you most. when auto-battle wasn’t engaged, at least.
there’s nothing pre-animated when it comes to seeing your avatar running around the battlefield, watching what move your next attack is and immediately being summoned because that’s what you needed then and there. and sure, you were just pressing a button, but he was fascinated by your way of thinking and attack style. exhausted by the end of it, but fascinated nonetheless.
he, much like you, absolutely hates when there are orbits that seem impossible to complete, because it always ends in months of not witnessing you in your element. those brief glimpses of your frustrated face when you’d failed a trial and the pure elation when you finally broke through one were worth the bruises.
so, to be given you in an entirely different context - one where the domesticated part of his life was allowed to be fully explored - was more than anything he’d ever hoped for.
he remembers how you’d rushed through your usual daily tasks, taking a second’s notice of the latest event and card. an alternative universe it seemed, a story of one of the many lives in which he’d fallen for you - but the details didn’t matter, because from his seat at destiny cafe, he also eagerly awaited for you to finally meet him in this new space.
zayne remembers the quick succession of you picking his name out of the others and the cut-scene that followed. he can still hear your gasps and compliments at how detailed every bit of it was.
and yes, each word, each movement, each facial expression has been carefully planned out for him of course. but the moment you’d broken apart from the scene, the very moment you’d started exploring tutorials around the villa, that was when zayne finally felt like he could breathe and do what he did best.
that is observe you and love you from afar, of course.
to experience you, a part of you at least, running around him, decorating with his favourite colours in mind, finally trying out the outfits you’d been spending money on and matching with him where possible – it felt like this was all he needed. that this life, the one in which you hugged him and kissed him in some way - whenever and wherever you wanted - was absolutely enough to satiate any desire he had to physically be by your side.
he gets more than used to it.
zayne’s lips go numb from how often you like to make your avatar kiss him, and his cheeks flush when he hears you giggle at his dance moves. he hears your glee about a new hybrid seed and looks forward to when it’ll sprout (he does his best to tend to them if you happen to be a little late). and as for how much he bathes, well—your camera roll clearly shows that you do appreciate it to some extent.
still, he’s… not exactly sure how to feel when you often follow him into the bathroom. he does his very best not to accidentally make eye-contact with you, but even that’s a difficult task when you’re zooming in so incredibly close and admiring every detail of his body, snapping away.
it shouldn’t surprise you very much then that his evol acting up is due to you. how was he not supposed to feel flustered from your attention?
he’s honoured when you play many of his songs. the villa often croons sweet tunes from a specially curated playlist titled ‘zaynie&me’, and it’s one he listens to when you disappear for the day.
watching you run around and decorating particularly chokes him up, especially when he sees the layout of his house-warming gift and any floral arrangements he’s given you. zayne is apologetic that he doesn’t do that very much by the way, it’s simply that he’s enamoured by you and just wants to be near you, watching you, loving you.
in his eyes, a moment of his attention focused elsewhere is a moment wasted.
which is exactly why he’s mortified when you do learn that there is a possibility for him to leave the house if he’d like. he hears you laugh a little, your avatar bounds towards him, and you make a teasing comment about how he’s ever so clingy before choosing to hug him. you’re not wrong.
after some time he stops feeling embarrassed about it though, because you stop by less and less. why would he ever want to leave with the little time he has with you now?
he’s glad, then, to have the early days of excitement still fresh in his mind. because nowadays, when you do remember to enter your home with him at least, you rapid fire through daily tasks and tending to your flowers. you stop serenading them with him like you used to. if you don’t have to interact with him, then you leave just as soon as you arrive.
that’s okay, though. he’ll still do his best tending to your flowers. in part because he adores you, and because he hopes a new seed means you might stick around a little longer next time.
at least he still gets to watch you from his seat at destiny cafe.
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🤍🧵| Fakeleb | Caleb 🍎
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“That's Caleb?" Tara asks stunned as she watches the tall, muscular man step into her apartment to check on you.
Caleb crouches down beside you on the floor. You're slumped against the wall, fighting to stay awake after all the drinks you and your team have consumed.
"Pips? Can you hear me?" he asks softly, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand. "You awake?"
You only grumble in response.
"She was so upset about losing that Wanderer today, she basically drowned her frustration in rum," Simone explains while Caleb gathers your bag and gently fixes your messy hair.
"I'll give you a piggyback ride and take you home, yeah?" Caleb says to you, reaching to lift you up. Before he can, you weakly shove at his chest.
"Noooo. I have a boyfrieeend~" you slur, eyes still closed.
A delighted smile tugs at Caleb's lips, and he decides to see how far he can take this.
"I see. And do you think this boyfriend of yours would mind if I helped you out a little?"
"Yessss~~! He'd mind veryyy muchhh!" You continue trying to push him away, despite barely having the strength.
"Aaaand..." Caleb says, still enjoying this. "Do you mind?"
"Yesss... I mind toooo...," you mumble before adding a. "...Actuallyyyy, you smell like him~" You open your eyes.
The room is blurry and doubled. You're far too drunk to put anything together.
"Oh my gooood..." You squint at him. "You even res... resem... resem—look like him!" You grab his face with both hands.
"And your skiiin..." You stroke his cheek. "Sooo softtt. Just like Caleb's."
Caleb lets out as chuckle.
"Hm. And this boyfriend of yours..." he asks. "What do you like best about him?"
At this point, Caleb is simply curious how long it'll take you to realize who you're talking to.
"I don't like him." You drop your hands and shake your head.
A flicker of uncertainty crosses Caleb's face.
"You... don't like your boyfriend?" he asks cautiously.
"No, no, no." This time you nod enthusiastically, "I looove Caleb!"
Caleb suddenly stops in his every movement. His heart nearly stops too.
Around him, everyone lets out a small gasp. Based on Caleb's stunned silence alone, they all realize the same thing. It's the first time you've ever said it out loud since becoming a couple.
"Y-you... love him?" Caleb asks carefully.
"Sooo muchhh! He's the besssttt!"
You lean forward and press a finger to his lips, "but shhhhh~~Don't tell him yettt. It's our little secret, Fakeleb." You giggle. "Fakeleb... hehehe..."
You laugh at your own joke before promptly falling backward against the wall, your eyes drifting shut again.
Caleb takes a moment to compose himself.
"Okay. I think I should take you home now, Pips."
He lifts you into his arms while you mumble weak protests about wanting to wait for "Realleb" to come pick you up.
You wake up the next morning in your bed. On your nightstand sits a tray filled with everything needed for a hangover breakfast, prettily arranged alongside a small handwritten note.
„Get some rest, hydrate, and eat your breakfast. I'll see you tonight. — Fakeleb 🍏”
Slowly, the memories from last night begin returning, including what you said. The rest of the day is spent wondering how you're supposed to handle it. Confessing you love someone while drunk is awful. Caleb deserves to hear it properly and now you have to say it, because he definitely remembers.
When Caleb finally returns after an exhausting day at the fleet, you greet him as if nothing happened. Later, you're stretched out on the couch with your head resting in his lap while the TV plays quietly in the background. After several minutes of working up the courage, you finally speak.
"You know, Caleb..."
He glances down at you.
"I meant what I said."
Caleb’s breath fastens, "you don't have to say it back if you're not ready," he says. "I know I say it all the time, but I don't want you to feel pressu—"
"I love you, Caleb."
Caleb’s holding his breath, any existing emotion rushes through him.
You sit up and face him.
"I really do," you say quietly, "I always have. Things were just... complicated. But I love you. I truly love you so much."
A dozen emotions cross Caleb's face, but you think it's settling into pure happiness. You don't think you've ever seen him look so… genuinely happy.
As if hearing those words from you is everything he'd been waiting for.
the one time you beg zayne to cover you in bitemarks all over your neck and chest... and the other time when you tease him that you'd mark his neck for all of his coworkers to see...
zayne rarely gets jealous. on the rare occasion that he does, he expresses it through corny lines and hungry kisses.
so when you beg encourage him to leave marks on you, you think he'd stop at one, considering how hesitant he already is. you don't expect to be covered in rosy marks by the time he's finally satisfied.
"too much, don't you think?" you ask in faux scolding. still, he only blinks sheepishly from beside you, straightening his glasses.
"i seem to recall someone saying, and I quote, 'don't be shy about it.'," he quips, tilting his chin up with attitude. you scoff.
you cross your arms. "then i'll just have to return the favor." that gets his attention. "let's see how your coworkers feel when you show up with evidence of your poor decisions."
his ears redden at your insinuation before he clears his throat. for a moment, you think you've won. until his lips twitch into a cheeky smile. "alternatively, we could switch back to kissing as our preferred method of expressing jealousy."
Xavier's been away from home for two weeks. He teleports home to appease his son who misses him :(
Xavier was away on a work trip. Something about a high influx of wanderers and they needed their highest skilled hunter to help lower the numbers.
They underestimated the hoard. What was supposed to be a two-day trip turned into almost two weeks.
“I’m so tired…” Xavier mumbles. His blanket lays low around his waist, various hotel pillows strewn around the bed. He holds his phone to face level as he watches you adjust your phone across FaceTime.
“I heard the news. The wanderers just keep on coming, don’t they?”
“Mhm… I was on patrol for hours,” he rubs his eyes, trying to fight the sleep off because he really wants to talk to you.
Tiny footsteps emerge from the bathroom and rush quickly into your bedroom.
“Is that dad? Dad!” Your son jumps on the bed, a small hand smelling of mint slaps your face and the other small hand snatches your phone. You make a small ‘oof’ sound from being overpowered by the surprisingly strong 5 year old.
“Hey little champ. How are you?” Xavier perks up a bit to look more energetic for his mini-me.
“I miss you!” Your son cries out, already blubbering from the overwhelming wave of emotions from seeing his dad after two weeks. Even from the other side of a screen. Xavier’s eyes widen a fraction in alarm.
“I miss you too buddy.”
The five-year old continues to cry after seeing his dad’s face, wishing to climb onto him for a hug like he usually does. You try to calm him down. You manage to take your phone back but your son just unleashes more tears onto your shirt as you try to pat his back and get him to stop.
To be fair, being separated from his dad for two weeks is probably the worst thing that’s ever happened to him in his life.
“Has he cried a lot?” Xavier asks, a bit concerned from the outburst.
“Only when he remembers you aren’t home.”
“Give him the phone,” he says. You do, the smaller blond boy trying to take the phone but misses once due to his blurry vision. He sniffles, looking at his dad with a sadness that makes Xavier’s heart break.
“I have a surprise for you,” Xavier says. You see him start to sit up from his bed, and you wonder what he has in store for the sobbing child. He adds, “close your eyes.”
Your son closes his eyes, his nose and cheeks all rosy from crying.
There’s sparkles that float around your room, joining together to create a large flash in front of you. The silhouette of light materialises into the image of your husband, as if he’s standing right beside the bed.
“Wha– Xavier?”
Your son opens his eyes and they immediately light up when he sees his dad standing right there.
“Surprise,” Xavier says, a little weakly. He catches his ecstatic son in his arms and lays right onto the bed next to you, hugging him tightly against his chest.
“Xavier, you told me teleporting makes you exhausted…” You whisper, full of worry at Xavier’s already depleting state becoming worse after using his teleportation.
Xavier places a kiss to the top of your son’s head, getting him comfortable for bed.
“It’s worth it if he’s happy…” Is what Xavier manages to say before he completely passes out.
In your mind, it was reckless to exhaust himself like that. But then, seeing the way your child snuggles up to Xavier and sleeps peacefully beside him, you feel a little grateful that he gathered the strength to teleport after all.
Lads men and how they tell you they’re in the mood!
Tw: suggestive
Xavier
You can always tell if he’s in the mood if you suddenly feel a looming presence over your back. He’s nestling on your shoulder, pulling your spine flush against his chest. Chin resting on the curve of your shoulder as he faces your neck, warm breaths wafting over bare skin.
You swear you can hear him inhale like it’s the last breath he’ll ever have, the exhale shaky and hesitant. His arms snake around your waist as Xavier shifts from left to right, restless and so very eager to be alone with you. You’ll feel his crotch rub against you, in a rather subtle attempt to hump against your ass….
If he’s rather affected by the sudden onslaught of horniness, you’ll even feel his hips do cute little jerks against the plush of your ass, the sweetest whimpers slipping from those pale lips of his.
Yes, he does it on purpose. Yes, he knows you’re weak to his cuteness.
Voice dropping an octave, he’s whispering in your ear: “Can we leave yet….?” Like a little brat, wanting to go home to play video games.
Although the game he wants to play doesn’t need a monitor.
He only needs you.
Rafayel
Menace. Will be in the middle of sharing what an artwork means to him before he locks eyes with you across from the gallery. Sticking up two fingers in a “v” shape, before licking a rather suggestive stripe of saliva up his fingers, the ghost of a smirk dancing across his lips.
Rafayel tends to be a lot more handsy, pulling you towards him, hip bumping into your own, hands tangling themselves in your hair, gently pulling it just to hear your surprised yelps. His lips are never separated from your skin, pressing messy kisses and nasty little bites against the nape of your neck-
He’s whispering pure filth into your ear while you flush red, trying to focus and actually do your job as a bodyguard. It’s rather hard when someone’s actively describing how warm and wet you felt last night, under his fingers-
Rafayel will carry on with every single one of his antics…Until you finally give him and yank him into somewhere more private. Don’t save him he’s right where he wants to be~
With you.
Zayne
Quite literally the human embodiment of the horny grip. He’s staring at you wide eyed throughout the entire event, hands balled into fists. You’ll notice a rather piercing glare whenever you take a sip of a drink, those pretty lips of yours fluttering around the rim of your cup, lipstick remains bright against the transparent glass-
Zayne has never wished to be an inanimate object before, but god he wishes he was that glass so bad. Just thinking about the way you’ll clamber onto his lap, shyly pressing kisses against the bare skin of his neck, dipping lower and lower until you’re kissing the curve of his-
He has to excuse himself multiple times to go to the bathroom, splash cold water onto his face and cup his head in his heads. Desperately trying to remain stoic and professional.
It’s over the moment you smile up at him, grinning away like Cupid himself. Zayne’s slipping his fingers into yours, gazing into your eyes with a half-lidded, rather sultry look.
His thumb’s rubbing smoothing circles into the back of your hand as he raises it up towards his lips. Pressing searing hot kisses into your skin, tongue darting out to lap at your fingers, the gaps between them-
Jasmine. Perhaps it was time that the both of you… ahem. Went out for some fresh air?
These stories explore the happenings of all the guys both involving and not involving MC/Reader. I reallyyyy wanted them to interact so I threw them all together into my self-indulgent fantasy world.
A few key points about this series:
Xavier x Rafayel
Zayne x Reader
Sylus & Caleb are besties
Xavier & Reader are besties
They all evolve into one big friend group.
Since these all happen in the same universe I'll put them in the order that they happen which isn't necessarily the order that I wrote them. More stories are in the works.
A/N: This was inspired by my own experience working out with Caleb
This story is part of my LADS AU Collection
It was another slow day at Onychinus' base. On days like this Sylus can usually be found throwing a few punches in the base's boxing gym. On occasion the twins will join in as his sparring partners but more often than not he'd be training alone. He has no issue with this as he's used to being alone but ever since he became friends with a certain Colonel things started to change.
One friendly bet turned into regular sparring sessions and eventually evolved into just plain ole working out in each other's company. Both men had busy schedules due to the nature of their jobs but still made time to workout together. This slow day is one of those times.
The sound of fists making contact with worn leather mingled in the air with the soft huffs falling from Sylus' lips as he threw blow after blow into the red punching bag before him. Just a few feet away Caleb grunts loudly as he tries to keep his core tight for a few seconds longer. Planking had always been one of his least favorite exercises but it was good for building core strength so he begrudgingly added it to his workout routine.
As he reached the minute mark he quickly transitioned back into push up mode without a second to rest. Caleb's workout routine was grueling but it kept him in tip-top shape for fleet activities.
Sylus stops mid punch and turns around to face Caleb with an incredulous look as the punching bag slows to a gentle swing behind him.
"Can you grunt a little louder, I don't think the entire N109 zone heard you." Sylus says through labored breathing.
Caleb lets out a strained chuckle as he looks over towards Sylus. "Fuck off" he jokes as he continues with his pushups.
It didn't take long for Sylus to realize that Caleb is LOUD when he exercises. Doesn't matter what exercise he's doing he'll always end up grunting and borderline moaning like he's in the middle of a different kind of workout. The worst part: Caleb is completely oblivious to it.
Both men return to their previous activities without another word. A few minutes go by and Caleb has yet to take a break. Sweat pours down his temples and back while a red flush begins to overtake his cheeks and spreads to his ears.
His muscles begin to ache but he can't stop just yet. ''Only five more push ups to go'' he reminds himself. His breathing is uneven and shaky and his grunts become more intense with each push up.
Four.
Three.
Two.
"Are you working out or giving birth over there?" Sylus' words catch Caleb off guard leading him to crumble to the floor in a fit of laughter. Sylus hadn't even bothered to pause his movements before sending that ridiculous line Caleb's way.
Before Caleb can respond to Sylus' nonsense, there's a series of rhythmic knocks on the door followed by a muffled caw. The door swings open and in walks Luke and Kieran with various sports drinks and protein bars piled high in their arms with some even falling from their grasp as they walk towards their beloved father bossman and his very loud workout buddy. Mephisto, who was perched on Kieran's shoulder, flies over to sit on Sylus' shoulder and offers him the protein bar held in his beak.
"Bossman! We brought treats!" Luke exclaims while attempting to keep his hold on the bottles in his arms.
"Sounds like you had an intense workout." Kieran says to Caleb as he offers him one of the protein bars which he happily accepts.
"Yeah, we could hear you from all the way down the hall." Luke remarks while Sylus carefully takes a bottle from the pile. His comment draws a low chuckle from Sylus.
"Oh come on, I'm not that loud." Caleb says with a huff as he crosses his arms.
Everyone (including Mephie) immediately side eyes Caleb and a deafening silence falls over the room. Sylus walks over and puts a sympathetic hand on Caleb's shoulder before whispering a soft "you are."
Zayne loves physical touch. He loves to hold your hand and wrap his arm around your waist and give you hello-and-goodbye kisses.
But because of his evol he is hesitant to initiate, and he had denied himself this little indulgence for so long that he is used to admiring you from afar.
As your relationship grows, and you become more comfortable with each other, Zayne realizes that your pinkies brush when you walk side by side, and he fixes your hair if a strand falls out of place, and you kiss his cheeks when you're overwhelmingly happy.
He realizes that there is nothing to worry about when it comes to loving you.
you call out for sylus as you step out of the bathroom, fingers holding your dress in place and when he walks in, you swear the air shifts a little.
“can you please help me zip this?” you ask, turning your back to him without thinking twice. like it’s the most natural thing in the world to trust him like this.
there’s a brief pause before you feel his fingers brush against your skin, warm and careful and your breath catches without warning. he moves slowly, almost too slowly, like he’s aware of every inch of space between you, and suddenly it feels… intimate in a way you didn’t expect.
by the time the zipper reaches the top, his hand lingers for a second, and when you turn around to face him, you catch the way he looks away just slightly. jaw tight, like that small moment meant something a lot bigger than either of you were ready to say out loud.
