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Why donโt you just write [sex scene happening here] with like some little details about what is happening in this scene, then write the rest of your story and then come back to the sex scene? Iโve seen writers advise this so it might perhaps help you too?
Thank you! My issue I think is more, holding all else equal, sex is another kind of action scene, and its all too easy to write action scenes as exposition (A kisses B, then B touches A, then B says this, A does that, so on and so forth). I (personally) feel like my smut falls into this trap often and I know it can be more va-va-voom y'know?
I was thinking of Yael van der Wouden's piece You'll Need More Than That Reverse Cowgirl (recommended to me by the ever wonderful @syneilesis), and so perhaps this bit encapsulates more of what I meant to convey in that post
A few interesting observations: good sex in the bedroom does not automatically make for good sex on paper; thereโs no position thatโs sexy enough to work without us knowing why the characters want to fuck; and even when youโve figured out the why, having only an external motivation (โheโs HOTโ) or only an external hurdle (โour PARENTS wonโt LET USโ) is not enough.
The text needs to work to get us to the same level as the characters themselves, to feel their desire as our own. A good sex scene has you teetering between experience and voyeurship: youโre seeing whatโs happening, and youโre feeling it yourself.
This is why sex translated from real life tends to fall flat on the page: writers stick to the order of events, movements, and forget the reader isnโt entering the text with the lust they felt in the moment. It all comes down to creating tension through stakes. A reverse cowgirl, unfortunately, is not stakes enough.
Imho, fanfics can have an easier time engaging the reader in erotica and smut because the reader already has a stake in the character. The reader's emotional buy-in is already present. I, the author, do not have to convince you that Xavier is hot.
I want to create and write and evoke something that is not only hot on a physical level (as in the action that is taking place in the text) but hot in other ways??? Ways that I do not know how to express at my current capacity haha. It's all good though, that just means there's ways to improve and get better!!
If you've gotten this far anon, here's a little treat hehe <3
The King's chambers are sweltering, but you pay them no mind, gaze fuzzy as you catch your breath.
Just as the salt of Xavier's cock hits your tongue, you feel it.
The final note in the piece he had been playing with your body.
It bursts out of you, remapping your body with a firework of sparks and what feels like something wet. You reach out, grabbing onto his arm, hips jerking with abandon as your body searches for more.
Another thrust, and you feel the curl of his fingers just as your eyes slide out of focus, feeling every nerve in your body alight. The feeling is deeply physical, making you keenly aware of the cock on your tongue and his thick, calloused fingers circling your insides as your body clenches down, hungry whatever he can offer.
โMy Queen,โ Xavierโs eyes are gleaming as he looms over you, โyou released as soon as I put my cock down your throat.โ
The pink of his tongue catches the light, glistening as he licks you off his fingers with a moan.
GASP GOTHIC HORROR??? YOU ARE AFTER MY OWN HEART OMG IM SO EXCITED
aklsdjfalsdjalksdjf ty anon I'M NOT SURE IF I CAN PROPERLY EXECUTE IT but I really want to give it a try!! Horror is a genre I haven't read as deeply as an adult, so I've been reading some Southern Gothic to start me off.
I think in my heart of hearts unless it is a purely id fic where I'm frothing at the mouth horny; when I think I want to write smut what I actually want to write is sexual tension
Check out the rest of my Horny thoughts list here.
The mattress let out a tired, metallic groan as he settled in, the kind of sound that made you realize just how heavy he actually is when he isn't pretending to be effortless. Xavier was sprawled out on his back, head propped up by a single white pillow. His shirt was still untucked, the top buttons undone to reveal the pale line of his collarbones.
You were sitting on the edge of the bed, a small plastic tub of your nighttime lip mask sitting between your thighs. The room was mostly swallowed by shadows, save for the warm, amber hum of the bedside lamp that turned everything a bit soft and hazy.
You dipped a finger into the thick, pink salve, catching your reflection in the vanity mirror across the room to smear it over your bottom lip. And there he was, you could feel his eyes on you. He was watching through heavy, half lidded eyes, arms tucked behind his head, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm that was a little hypnotic.
"You're going to pass out before you even get to the toothbrush, you know," you teased, tilting your head to catch the light better.
"Mmm... I'm awake" He didn't even twitch. "What does that one smell like?"
โStrawberries and honey,โ you murmured, wiping the leftover pink residue onto the back of your hand. You glanced back at him, noticing the way the light caught the dry, slightly bitten skin of his mouth. โYour lips are all chapped from being out on the roof earlier. You want me to put some on you?โ
His arms dropped from behind his head, hands settling flat against the mattress. You watched his fingers dig into the fabric, a subtle tension coiling in his shoulders. Then, he tilted his chin his eyes locking onto yours, making the sleepy, lazy atmosphere in the room vanish in a heartbeat.
"Come here"
"Xavier, I just did my face," you protested, though your heart gave a traitorous little skip. "I'm going to get cream all over your shirt."
โI don't care about the shirt.โ The softness of his voice was a total lie, it didn't match the weight of the way he was looking at you. He shifted, lifting his hips just enough to slide higher up the bed, splaying his legs wide to create a very deliberate, very empty space between his thighs.
The smallย clickย of the lid capping the tub sounded unnaturally loud in the quiet room. You crawled onto the mattress, the sheets bunching and sliding under your knees as you made your way toward him. When you reached his hips, you hesitated for a heartbeat before you straddled his lap.
As soon as you were there his hands were on you. His palms slid under the hem of your sleep shirt, settling firmly against the bare skin of your waist.
He looked up at you, his eyes tracing the faint sheen of the moisturizer on your cheekbones before dropping, slow and hungry, to the thick gloss coating your lips.
โYou want to share?โ
โYeah, let me just get a cotton swab...โ you started, but the words felt a little breathless even to your own ears.
"No.โ
The word was final. His hands moved to the backs of your thighs, his fingers digging in just enough to take the brunt of your weight. Then, he slid his head off the pillow, his jawline looking sharp and tense as he stared straight up at you.
โSit on my face.โ
The bluntness of it was like a physical weight, just hanging there in the air, sucking the oxygen right out of the room. He looked perfectly serious, almost calm, but the way his fingers were bruising the skin of your thighs told a completely different story.
โXavie...โ you started, your voice trailing off into something small and uncertain.
โYou said my lips were chapped,โ a flicker of amusement tugged at the corner of his mouth โSo fix it. Put it right here.โ He tapped his bottom lip with his thumb, a silent gesture, before letting his hand drop back to your thigh. โSit down.โ
The contrast between his usual, soft spoken self and the weight of that demand made your chest tighten. You reached down, hands finding his shoulders to steady yourself, the fabric of his shirt bunching under your fingers as you braced.
Slowly, you lifted your hips, moving forward until you were hovering directly over his mouth. The movement caused your shirt to slide up, leaving nothing but the thin lace of your underwear between your skin and his face.
Xavier didn't wait for you to get comfortable. The second your weight settled an impatient tug of his fingers pulled the fabric aside, leaving you completely bare and hovering just inches from his lips.
The cool air of the room hit your skin for a split second, but it was gone almost instantly, replaced by the concentrated heat of his mouth pressing directly into you.
He didn't start with his tongue. He simply pressed his mouth flat against your center, inhaling deeply, his nose parting your lips as he took you in. The friction of his cheekbones rubbing against the skin of your inner thighs, combined with the slight, rough prickle of his evening stubble, sent a sharp jolt straight to your core.
"Xavier, the lamp..." you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling just enough to make him react.
He resisted the tug, the muscles in his neck straining under your grip. He let out a short, rough breath that made your thighs twitch involuntarily. "Leave it," he muttered against your skin "I want to see how wet you get."
Then, he opened his mouth.
His tongue was broad, wet, and incredibly hot. He took one long stroke, starting from the very bottom of your entrance and sweeping all the way up to the hood of your clit. The contact made your back arch violently, your head dropping back as you stared up at the blurry ceiling.
"Don't move," he grunted. His voice sounded distorted and muffled against your wet skin. He used his forearm to pin your lower back, effectively locking you in place so you couldn't escape the sensation while his mouth went back to work.
Every sweep of his tongue was firm, flattening against your clit, smoothing the moisture he was drawing out of you across his lips. The wet sound of him sliding over you filled the quiet bedroom, the only thing breaking the silence besides the heavy drafts of air he was taking in through his nose.
"Xavie... please...โ The word didn't even come out right, it just sort of broke in your throat as he swirled his tongue in a tight circle around your clit. When his teeth grazed the edge just a fraction of a second too much your muscles clamped shut around him in an involuntary reflex.
He let out a muffled chuckle, making your whole body shudder, and pulled his head back just an inch, the sight of him made you lose your breath. His lips were soaked, glistening under the glow of the lamp, smeared with you from his chin all the way up to the tip of his nose. His eyes were wide and bright, looking completely focused on you.
โYou taste so fucking sweet,โ the profanity made your stomach do a slow drop. He didn't look like a gentle man, he looked hungry. โLook at how much youโre leaking on my face.โ
Your hands were trembling. His hair was a complete mess from your fingers.
"Is this how you like it?" he asked, his thumb sliding up to press into your opening, testing the slickness before pushing his finger inside you.
You gasped, head falling back again. "Yesโyes, Xavie, pleaseโ"
โTell me,โ he began to move his finger in a slow, torturous hooking motion inside you, while the very tip of his tongue played with your clit. He was being cruel, in the best possible way. โTell me to eat you out until you come all over my mouth.โ
โDo it,โ you sobbed, your fingers digging into his shoulders so hard your knuckles turned white. โEat it. Please, baby, justย do it.โ
โGood girl.โ
He buried his face back into you. That slow, teasing rhythm? Gone. His tongue was fast and sharp, flicking directly over your clit with punishing precision while his finger drove deep inside you, perfectly mirroring the pace. He used his free hand to squeeze your ass, his grip firm enough to bruise.
Every time the pressure became too much and you tried to lift your hips to find relief he dragged you back down, forcing you to take every single ounce of it.
โXavie...Iโm Iโm going to...โ
โOn my tongue, bunnyโ he ordered, the words vibrating against your skin. He pushed a second finger inside you, stretching you open โGive it to me. Let me taste all of it.โ
The tension snapped. Your walls clamped down hard around his fingers, and your hips shuddered as you came. You screamed into the quiet of the room, your body shaking from head to toe.
โXavier didn't stop. He sucked your clit into his mouth, applying a firm, steady pressure as his fingers pumped inside you through the contractions, maximizing the spasm, riding out every single throb of your climax until you were completely spent.
He didn't move his face away immediately, he rested his forehead against your damp thigh. His entire lower face was wet, the hair around his temples sticking to his skin.
โ His thumb caught the edge of his lower lip, wiping away a smear of wetness and licking it off his skin with a slow, dark stare.
โ"My lips feel fine now," he said, his voice quiet, regular, the familiar soft rasp returning as if he hadn't just completely wrecked you. "But we might need to do it again in the morning. Just to be sure."
I think in my heart of hearts unless it is a purely id fic where I'm frothing at the mouth horny; when I think I want to write smut what I actually want to write is sexual tension/flirting
A familiar hand on your head, and then you're met with wiry hair. The unmistakable scent and taste of him fills your nose and tongue as Xavier elbows his way into all of your senses.
"Captain, why do we keep playing this game? You lie, and I pretend to forgive you."
A languid roll of his hips, and your eyes water.
"But then I lie, and you swallow every word." His eyes are dark, looking down at you in wicked triumph. You feel the brush of his thumbs pulling up your eyelids, ridding you of the luxury of blinking, bidding you not to look away even as the burn settles in. "And you let me get away with it..."
Without warning, Xavier comes, shooting down your throat in hot bursts. His hands return to the back of your head, holding you still as he steps over your shoulders, driving his cock down further down your gullet, paying no heed to your gurgled choking as as he empties himself inside with one, two, three--
You start to seize as bile works up your throat, your hand flying to the back of his thighs, this close to tapping out but Xavier finally pulls out with a satisfied moan. He looms over you, cock resting on your lips, your head still supported by his hands as you pant. A smug, possessive look descends upon him as he starts to drag his balls over your open mouth, grinning as you begin to lick.
"I need attention here too Captain~ I've been aching since you left me."
His mood sours visibly from the reminder. Great.
"You shouldn't have gone without me."
You turn away, panting into his thigh, "You seemed just fine whenever we called."
"Like you said Captain." He steps away suddenly, kneeling down to your eye level, nipping at your chest as you massage your sore neck, wincing. Blue eyes find yours again as is tongue curls around your nipple, hot and wet.
"Xavier always lies."
notes: surprise hi I wrote something!!!1! This was inspired by a line from The Freak Circus. I don't know what it is with Hermit and me and blowjobs but here we are!! Oral fixation Hermit nation!!
April and May disappeared in a vortex of work and personal life. Here's to hoping I get to write more soon :) let me know what you liked o/ comments and reblogs always appreciated.
Happy pride month to all LADS fans except the homophobes, transphobes, racists, fatphobes, misogynists, bitches who have doxxed and harassed people over stupid shit, and the evil motherfuckers I've blocked over the year!
Thrive, protect your own, express your beautiful head-canons for your main and BE MORE GAY ๐
How long has it been since the banner? 8D well... at least it's finished now! (,,>๏น<,,);;;;
idk why I ended up procrastinating on this piece for so long C': probably because I'm trying some different techniques out and maybe just a lot of struggling to find what feels right for the piece, ya know? #artiststruggles i guess ><;;
Still, I feel it turned out okay! Uhm, also the struggles with them abs hahahaha still inexperienced with drawing stuff like that asdfghkl but FOR XAVIER! I'm learning! แฆ(รฒ_รณห)แค
Hope you guys enjoy this still, even with its flaws ><;;
@meeshrox tagged me for this game on my main blog but I thought why not bring the game here?
So thank you, my love, for the tag and for the opportunity to show my girl.
This is Arya, Rafayel's Cutie. She's a bit light headed and clumsy, and she daydreams a lot. In her naivity, she sometimes let others take the best of her, but when she realizes it, the woman turns into a storm and you better step out of the way.
Her opinion is many times overlooked or ignored, and she tended to share her thoughts less and less because of that, until Rafayel. Fishie seems to be the only one who understands her and she's not ashame to share what's going on on her mind around him.
She loves fiercely, and she will protect the ones she loves until the end. Rafayel is a very lucky bastard ๐ฅฐ
I might be starting to collect some ideas for a long fic about those two. Let's see if I can pull it through ๐ฌ
Tagging some lovelies to join the game if you want: @sweet-evil-trap; @munnmolads @irandial @hachisenshi @whateveritisisfine @raffyfish @flamulas-n-boingfish and everyone else who likes to join! If you do tag me to see your gorgeous girls!
Sheโs Likeโฆ my younger self since I self-insert much.
She adventurous, spontaneous, whimsical and with her it never gets boring. She doesnโt like it, to fit in a certain box and is always eager to try new things!
The one thing sheโs passionate about and absolutely devoted too, though, is her precious Lemurian groom.
But sheโs not afraid to tell that Sassy Artist her opinion ๐คฃ His well-being often is even more important to her than her own, which is why they have quite an equal Relationship to take care of each other ๐คญ
I don't self-insert, I usually create characters and Newt is actually one of my oldest OCs from an original cyberpunk story I started writing when I was 18. I thought she would fit well in the Love and Deepspace world.
My LADS story for her deviates from the canon, if you've read the fics I wrote with her and her Evol is different too. She does have an Aethercore. She did meet her Sea God as a child and did get her memories of that encounter erased.
She loves motorcycles, she loves cute stuff and sweets, loves plushies and gathers them. She loves animals, both on land, in the sky and in the sea.
Last but not least, she is a devoted follower of her Sea God.
Tagging:
@roguestly, @munnmolads, @space-rat-baby-cry, @mayyari and whoever wants to show off their MC!
my mc's in-game name rn is "mayya" to make my screenshots align with my handle on here, but she's "cole" in my heart.
i float somewhere between someone who self-inserts and someone who doesn't. her features are based on mine (idealized by the limitations of the game) and the personality you see come through in my fics is pretty in line with mine. but i do see her as her own character in the main story and my fics.
that said, our similarities go down to my inability to decide which haircut i like best on her. i swing between these two styles irl. for those who've read h&p, this is what i imagine that haircut looked like, and why tamino felt like it was such a drastic change.
npts, but feel free to jump in if i missed you <3 @the-cows-came-home @coralreefqueen-ao3 @onyour-right @lowkeylaufeysons @loveanddeephistory
Thank you for tagging me!!!! And thank you to @heartofafiend for tagging me as well ๐คญ
This is my babygirl who is also just. Me. Itโs as close as this game will let me get to making my own face in the game. The beauty mark is in the wrong spot but โจ oh well โจ. Like others before me while I do self insert I treat this as a VERY different au version of myself.
Sheโs snarky, sheโs sassy, sheโs got anger issues, and sheโs a bit too into this whole โdevotee of a godโ thing sheโs got going on with Rafayel. But heโs still her boyfriend and will bring him back down to earth.
Tagging @qiyuskiss @perigeantides and anyone else who would like to join in!!!
thank you so much for the tag !!! i don't do photoshoots because my phone lags even when one of the boys puts on glasses so im sorry about the amateurishness ๐ญ
here's my girl, she's so handsome, very intimidating-looking at first. i've made her to look somewhat androgynous, like a 6th ml LMAO. i go by "shai" in-game but that's not her name i dont think, i havent thought much about it... but i like this hairstyle because it makes her look like she has dumbo ears and it's so endearing, i imagine caleb made fun of her for it when they were younger DJJDFJDKF anyway i havent got much of a personality in mind because i havent thought about it pt. 2,,,, go girl give us nothing ig.....
no pressure tagging @xiayizhou04 @lowkeylaufeysons @withoutzeuzey !!
Her design isn't based on me much at all (to be very honest I got overwhelmed by the character customization). The only real similarities is that my hair is purple irl and I have good brow/eyeliner game too.
She doesn't have a strongly cemented personality either oopsieksdafkjdf, loosely she's based off my Shepard and Ryder from Mass Effect. I don't really self-insert into the game either, but I do use myself as a "base" sometimes when I write fic, but the degree to which my actual personality shines through in her is fairly limited. That might explain why I struggle writing second person POV with her haha.
no pressure tags: @starryeyed-knight @addiglessthanthree @syneilesis <3
Xavier must pay his dues to the Queen with his service.
CW: Sexually explicit content
tags: Femdom, striptease, body worship, sub leaning switch!Xavier, hand kink, glove kink, teasing, grinding, Xavier is a fucking genie with how he chooses to listen
Read on AO3 or under the cut!
Her hand hovers in the air before him, eyes full of steel.
"The proper way to greet a queen, is with a kiss," she states. He knows this, of course. Despite his solitude, Xavier has never lost the knowledge of etiquette from his royal upbringing.
Eyes like a night sky flash with light, a shooting star across a clear horizon.
He kneels. Heavy leather gloves holding her fingers with the tenderness one might use to gently brush a butterfly off their shoulder in a summer breeze. Despite the fabric between them, she can swear she feels the heat emanating from his skin.
Lips press delicately to her ring. Xavier's long hair slips from behind his ear, tickling against her wrist and shielding him from her view.
"Of course, My Queen. How may I be of service?" His soft voice whispers down her spine, and her fingers stiffen in his grasp.
The air she breathes weighs heavily in her chest, as if each breath carried the burden of Xavier's devotion. She withdraws her fingers and looks down on his kneeling form; his strict posture, the way his shoulders sagged almost imperceptibly under the weight of his armor, the heat of the blue flame in his gaze; hers to command.
"You may rise." Her tone is measured, lips carefully forming each word she speaks to him so that he may memorize and treasure each of them.
Xavier stands, his heavy garments dragging along the ground and rustling as he moves. She turns, the hem of her dress swishing in accompaniment. Taking a deep breath to embolden herself, she walks towards the bed. As she reaches the foot of the bed, she turns her head. Xavier stands where he had risen, not at attention, but with the composure of a soldier.
"Undress me." She commands,facing back away from him. She can hear his footsteps crossing the room, weighty but not clumsy.
"As you wish, My Queen." The words caress the shell of her ear as his hands rest lightly on her shoulders. The leather of his gloves creaks gently as his fingers curve to fit the shape of her.
The cool texture of the gloves grazes over her collarbone as he slides his fingers beneath the clasp that sits settled in the hollow of her throat. It comes undone with a soft click, and he lifts the cape up and away from her shoulders. He places it to the side with a reverent air, letting the long, sheer fabric slide through his hand with a hiss.
Returning to her, his hands grasp her upper arm. He runs his fingers down her skin, one hand coming to rest beneath her elbow, the other continuing onward to hold her gloved hand. Xavier delicately pinches her middle finger, sliding the material of the glove down the digit.
The hinges of his gauntlet rasp gently as he flexes his fingers; points of cold metal catching on the soft satin fabric of the glove. Her fingers tremble as the glove comes away with a hiss, gently tickling over her wrist and palm. Xavier's large fingers, made even more bulky by his glove and gauntlet, hold her delicately.
The glove slides away, revealing her hand, fingers more calloused and worn than those of a queen ought to be, by any means. The hands of someone used to wielding a sword, of someone thrust into royalty; not born into it. The pads of Xavier's fingers catch on the callouses, guiding her hand up to his eyes and taking in each line as if divining a future in each mark and crease. Candlelight flickers, warming her skin and glinting off the worn points of his gauntlet.
He leans over her shoulder, long hair tickling her collarbone, and kisses the tip of each finger. The first kiss makes her breath hitch in surprise. The second, the air shudders out of her chest. The third and forth each accompany another jagged inhale and exhale. He turns her hand to kiss her thumb and his tongue darts out to slide against her fingernail before enveloping the digit with his lips up to the first knuckle.
She swallows hard, knees wobbling. Her eyelids are heavy with lust as she turns her head to the side, looking away from his display of calculated subservience. Her hand lowers and the warmth of his body behind her disappears as he steps away, the ghost of his touch lingering as she flexes her hand.
Xavier folds the glove with the same sense of ceremony as the cape, placing it gently to the side before repeating every painstaking action on her other hand. Removing the glove, admiring each section of her skin like a jeweller inspecting the facets of a gem, and delicately kissing the tip of each finger. He remains quiet throughout, the sounds of their combined breathing filling the space with warm tension.
Stiff leather slides down her spine, gloved fingers looping through the ties of her dress and undoing the knot. She feels the ease of the fabric as the ties loosen around her ribs. The sound of silk ribbon sliding over steel whispers over her senses like a soothing hush.
Her back is bare as the dress falls away. It pools on the ground in a ripple of white fabric, like the reflection of a full moon on a pond. The cool air on her bare skin makes her shiver for a moment. She looks back over her shoulder, chin raised to watch him through her lower lashes. He awaits further instruction with a leashed desire burning in his deep blue eyes. She turns her whole body, bare with the exception of her bejewelled shoes.
Her feet step gingerly out of the dress, moving towards him with imperious clicks of her heels. He kneels dutifully, allowing her to perch her foot on the muscles of his thigh. His eyes are dark as he looks up at her; a lunar eclipse in a clear night sky. Her chest heaves, nipples pebbling on her bare breasts.
His hands move to the clasps on her shoe; impossibly dexterous as they unfasten the clasp lying against her ankle. Beaded straps fall away as his hand slides the shoe off her foot, they tickle against the arch of her foot and catch slightly on her toes.
A leather-gloved hand escorts her calf until her foot returns to the ground. He takes her other foot; metal gauntlet careful not to pinch her sensitive skin as he unclasps the fastener. Before he places it back on the ground, he brings her foot to his lips, ghosting a kiss over the top of her foot with his eyes fixed on her face.
She swallows as she meets his gaze with heat burning in her eyes. Her foot touches the cold floor, grounding her in this moment where only she and Xavier exist. Their breath synchronizes, lingering between them.
After a moment, she breaks the silence. She looks away, flexing her jaw, and points towards the closet.
"Fetch my dressing gown. This room is cold." Her eyes steal another look towards Xavier, butterflies flapping their wings rapidly in her stomach as she tries to gauge his reaction. Xavier rises, armor clinking against itself as he stands and moves across the room to fetch the gauzy purple dressing gown.
He returns, holding apart the shoulders and sliding the sleeves up her arms. His hands linger on her collarbone as he sets the garment on her. A gentle caress pulls her hair out to lie atop the back of the gown, making her earrings tinkle softly in her ears.
Strong hands slide down her waist, pulling the sash tight and fastening it with a perfect bow above her hip. He holds his hands there, so close to where he wants them to be. She may be strong, but he's far stronger than her. He could easily use those hands to dig into the flesh of her hips, to move her against him, to take her to bed and hold her hostage against his body until she begged him to let her free. Instead, they squeeze softly, once, as if testing the idea for themselves before retreating back into perfect obedience at Xavier's sides.
She steps away from him, exhilaration whirling through her as she keeps her flushed face turned away from his view. She pads up to the bed, taking a moment to gather her composure before turning back to watch him. She sits on the ottoman at the base of the bed and crosses her legs.
"Undress yourself," she commands, "Let me see."
Xavier smirks a bit as he meets her eye. "Of course. Whatever the queen desires."
The first thing he removes is his gloves; when he wears them they're pliable, dexterous, able to wield tools and to nimbly undo delicate fastenings. Only when he pulls them free is it apparent how heavy they weigh on him. Leather and studs and clinking plates of mail slide from his wrists and fall to the ground with hefty thuds. Pale hands peek from his sleeves, indented with pink seams from the gloves. He idly massages his palms in turn, glancing up to see her eyes fixed on the movement.
Xavier lets out a single chuffed chuckle. He kneels slowly to pick up the gloves, emphasizing each movement and turning them over in his hands. He steps towards her, chin raised in an impetuous display. She raises her eyebrows as her gaze moves up to his face.
"Something amusing?"
"Not at all. Your Majesty is quite obvious in revealing her proclivities." He smiles, a cheeky smile, and brings his hand to his own mouth. He maintains eye contact as he presses his thumb down on his lower lip, sliding his tongue along the tip of his fingernail. His smirk widens and his eyes dart down, taking in the sight of her flushed chest and bobbing throat; utterly transfixed at the sight.
Her eyes flash back up to meet his, steely and full of expectant arrogance. She snatches the gloves from his hand, covering his thumb with the gusset of the glove before kissing the leather softly. He startles, eyes widening as the ghost of her breath caresses his cheek. She withdraws with a coy smile.
"If that's so," she challenges, fingers trailing across the raised pattern on his metal gauntlet, "then you ought to be quite capable of keeping my attention."
Xavier doesn't back down; he keeps his eyes fixed on hers as he steps back, and slides his thumb in a line down his chin. He draws it down the center of his throat, and catches it beneath his collar, unfastening his cloak and letting it fall to the ground behind him. He watches as her eyes follow the movement, self-satisfaction playing on his lips.
His other hand settles at the buttons on his abdomen, fingers twining through the chains that lie atop his doublet. His index finger twirls spirals along the length of the chain until it draws tight and slips off the button at his waist. His thumb worries against the buttons before smoothly unfastening them. The coat opens, revealing the dark, skintight undershirt.
"I'm getting impatient, at this rate I'm going to need to entertain myself at this rate." She barely conceals her excitement, goading him. The pads of her fingers catch on the prominent ridge along the center of his gauntlet, sliding a decisive finger along it's length and raising her eyebrow up at him.
"I wouldn't want Your Majesty to lack proper stimulation," he agrees. His fingers twitch with a phantom response as he watches her fingernail catch on each hinge on the joints of the gauntlet.
She shifts, sliding the gauntlet between her legs, and positioning her core atop the long ridge in the center. The metal feels cold against the heat of her dripping folds, even through the flimsy fabric of her gown. She settles onto it; clit perched against the raised metal filigree on the arm of the gauntlet. Her eyes flutter as she grinds down, arousal soaking through the thin material of the dressing gown. A soft groan escapes her lips as she furrows her brow and concentrates back on the man before her.
A pink blush blooms up Xavier's neck and tinges his pale ears, which peek through his long strands of ash blond hair. His eyes are wide, soaking in the sight of her.
"I didn't tell you to stop yet," she reminds him, angling her hips and pulling her legs up beneath her to properly straddle the gauntlet. Xavier swallows hard, watching her hips slide down the length of it and streak the metal with her juices. He blinks to refocus, looking back into her eyes with determination.
His doublet is open at the chest and he slowly slides one arm out, then the other. The dark undershirt clings to his muscled arms and chest; outlining the planes of his body in the low light. His pants cinch at his waist, the fly now tight against his hardening length.
Xavier kneels again, sliding his hands down his thigh to the buckles of his greaves. The leather hisses through the fastener as it loosens and comes away. The metal releases from his shin and he stands to step out of his boot. The muscles of his calf flex as his pointed toes clear the top of the shoe and he gingerly steps back down, repeating the action on his other leg. His hands draw up the skintight leggings from the knee, unbuckling the leather garter belts encircling his muscular thighs. His fingers slide beneath the strap and his leg, making the meat of his thigh balloon slightly as he curls his fingers into a hook to pull it down his leg.
His hands cross at his waist, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants to find the hem of his shirt.
"Stop." Her voice is breathy as she squeezes her thighs around the gauntlet, eyes hungry. Her wide eyes devour the sight of him like a starving woman presented with a feast. Her hand slides up her abdomen to cup her breast. Her chest heaves as her fingers tweak her nipple through the fabric of her dressing gown. "That's enough."
Xavier raises an eyebrow but stays silent, smoothing down his shirt and waiting for her instruction. His light hair falls on his chest like silk tassels on a tapestry; they drape over him, adorning him like he himself is a part of this ancient bastion of forgotten times.
She leans back, beckoning with one finger as she slides up onto the bed. Xavier follows, stalking up to the bed with a predatory gleam in his eye. A thrill races through her,and her fingers clench against the plush fabric of the duvet. Her thighs slowly fall apart,making space for him. Outstretched fingers cup his face once he's in reach, thumb smoothing a line along his cheekbone.
"I await Your Majesty's orders." The words are saturated with coils of rippling desire, his azure irises engulfed in glimmering night.
Her fingers slide up his face to weave into his hair, clenching at the roots of his silky, ashen locks.
"You may taste me, until I find your mouth unsatisfactory." Her eyes are dark with hunger as she looks down on him.
Xavier licks his lips, a slight smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "I should hope that means I remain here all night, My Queen."
He leans in and kisses her throat, tongue darting out to catch a bead of sweat and savouring it on his tongue. She shivers as his breath ghosts over her hot skin. With her hands still woven into his hair, she insistently pushes his head lower, beginning to get impatient.
"Your Majesty said I could taste herโฆ is something the matter?" His tone is impish, eyes flicking to her face while stubbornly refusing to follow the guidance of her hand. He turns his head towards her outstretched arm, his tongue snaking out to lick a small wet circle on her forearm. "This part of you tastes delicious as well."
His eyes trail to hers sidelong, challenging her. Tongue sliding back over his own plush lips, pushing her so she tells him exactly what she wants; that she wants him, that she needs him.
Steel glints in her eyes, their resolves clash like crossed swords. Her eyes catch on a subtle hint behind his teasing gaze, and she softens. Redirecting to cooperate with him; swords flourishing to point in the same direction.
"In that case, you should be thorough." Her fingers loosen their grip on his hair while the other hand unties the sash at her waist. The robe falls open. The fabric catches on her pebbled nipples, making her inhale sharply and wince at the sensation.
Xavier's eyes feast on her body before him, swallowing hard. He glances back up to her, a moment of conflicted victory flashing across his eyes. He doesn't linger on it too long, dipping his head in a minuscule bow, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
His soft voice whispers over her senses, settling low in her stomach. She clenches her thighs around his waist and swallows hard. She doesn't have time to recover as Xavier's lowered head nestles against her chest and his lips encircle her nipple. She squeezes her eyes shut as he sucks and licks, tongue flicking and circling until her fingers clench in his hair.
He moves to the other breast, lavishing his tongue over it with equal attention to detail. He sucks against her skin; blossoming hickeys following his lips like a field of flowers coming into bloom. His tongue moves diligently over her skin, maliciously compliant with her remark that he should be thorough. Her back arches as his lips trail down her collarbone, her breath hitches as he kisses a ticklish spot along her ribs. She tenses, stomach twitching, as his lips trace a line down her abdomen, pausing at her belly button to look up at her with dark, hungry eyes.
He moves down her body, licking the sweat off her skin. His hair falls over her like a curtain, ensconcing him in privacy as he completes the tasting menu of her body. She writhes beneath him; almost delirious from the teasing. She bites her tongue, unwilling to cry out his name or beg for what she really wants. Her fingers sink into the plush cover on the bed, gripping into the fabric to ground herself from the soft affections of Xavier's lips.
Finally, he kneels on the ottoman at the base of the bed, eyes fixed on her face as he kisses her inner thigh. Her walls flutter around nothing as she props herself up on her elbows to watch him, mesmerized and out of breath. His gaze never leaves her face as he kisses his way up her inner thigh until his breath is puffing over her soaking wet slit.
He waits there a moment: one more chance for her to break and beg him to take her. His nose twitches as he inhales the scent of her. He swallows hard as his mouth waters.
That's what does it for her; the sight of Xavier's desire glistening in his eyes and dripping from his lips.
"I need you, I need your mouth to-!" She doesn't even get the full sentence out before he cuts off her pleading with a swipe of his tongue. Her eyes squeeze shut and a small sound escapes her lips, fingers clenching in the bedsheets again as Xavier dives into her.
As soon as the taste of her is on his tongue, his whole body melts in relief; like an over-tuned piano string that finally snapped. He groans into her, hips rutting against the foot of the bed as he hoists her legs above his shoulders for more leverage. She squeaks in surprise as she slides down the bed towards him.
Xavier's hands dig into the plush curve of her hips and ass, squeezing as he desperately claws her closer to him. He buries his face between her thighs; tongue making long strokes through her folds and slurping messily at her clit. She bucks against his face, trying to get leverage with her heels along his back. They slip against the fabric of his shirt, serving only to press her core more firmly against Xavier's nose and mouth. He groans into her, making her tremble, walls twitching around nothing.
She feels drawn tight, like a bowstring. He keeps his pacing, relentless as he devours her. Her toes flex, calf muscles tensing and spasming as her gasps increase in frequency and pitch.
Xavier is single-minded, his whole body dedicated to the task of exploring and pleasuring every inch of skin between her legs. His grip readjusts as he pulls her closer, nose nudging over her clit and sending sparks through her senses. His hair falls between them, tickling at the back of her thighs.
His tongue delves inside her, swirling and nudging her open before withdrawing. She jerks against him, her body aching for him to be deeper, for them to somehow be closer. She whines in frustration and squeezes her thighs around his head as he sucks on her clit.
Xavier lets out a breathless chuckle, but doesn't stop. His movements become more precise; driving her towards her climax with every swipe and kiss. She gasps as that tightness grows inside her, drawing further, furtherโฆ
Until it releases.
Her back arches, and she stifles a scream. Xavier drinks at her, swallowing as she releases all over his mouth. He groans, vibrations buzzing over her sensitive nerves earning another twitch against his nose. He plants his lips on her, kissing and sucking as she comes down from her high but not stopping.
She blearily looks down to see him still eagerly licking through her puffy folds. Her brow furrows and she pushes back his bangs with her fingers. Xavier's eyes flash up at her like a wild animal guarding its meal.
Her fingers draw back, startled and she clears her throat. "Xavierโฆ?"
He kisses her inner thigh, licking his lips before he speaks. "Your Majesty said I could taste her until she find my mouth unsatisfactory." Cobalt eyes glint with steel resolve, "It certainly seems like she still finds it satisfactory."
"You can't -!" Her plea is cut off as Xavier's teeth graze over her swollen clit, sending sparks through her vision.
"Your Majestyโฆ there's no need to lie to me. Not when your body is so honest."
She grits her teeth, fighting back tears of overstimulation as he parts her pussy lips with his tongue, circling and swirling with an almost cruel vigor. He teases her: kissing softly before sucking hard. Her feet continue to fight for purchase on his back to push away from him but his fingers keep a firm, bruising grip on her hips.
Her orgasm crests into a second, less impressive, one. Waves of pleasure shudder up her spine as she groans, head tossed to the side.
Xavier doesn't stop.
She weakly smacks against the top of his head, he glances up at her mischievously.
"Your Majesty?"
Her eyelids are heavy as she looks down at him with a drunken gaze. "No more."
"I seeโฆ My mouth is unsatisfactory, is that it?" He prompts her. She nods. He lowers her to the bed, her legs flopping bonelessly to the side as he perches with his chin above her stomach. "If that's the caseโฆ"
The stretch of his fingers is so unexpected that she clamps down on them. Shock plays over her features as her walls twitch around the intrusion, finally feeling the fullness she had so craved. Xavier smirks as he whispers, "I should make sure to keep the Queen's attention."
His fingers curl and she comes again. His long digits reaching deep inside to that spongy spot that makes her unravel. He beckons her orgasm along with his movements, thumb circling her abused clit. Tears prick the corners of her eyes and she keens as her body spasms.
Xavier watches her body heave and twitch beneath him with a gaze saturated in lust. He licks his lips once more, desperate for any trace of her left on his skin. He withdraws his fingers, waiting until her eyes are back on him to suck them into his mouth to clean them off.
She's panting for breath, unable to muster any more arousal despite the erotic display that he puts on for her. Her body is covered in sweat and saliva, the air between them suffused with the smell of sex. Her fingers idly wind through his hair as she catches her breath.
"Is Your Majesty satisfied with my service?" He teases, voice cracking slightly.
She closes her eyes and nods, pulling him up to nestle into her chest.
"Entirely satisfied." She affirms.
His breathy chuckle wafts over her skin as he kisses her once more on the chest, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling into her skin.
dividers by @/saradika-graphics
A/N
THIS IS FOR MY LOVE @gondowan WHO INSPIRED MANY OF THE HORNY BITS AND WHOSE REACTIONS TO EVERY SNIPPET MADE ME KEEP GOING TO MAKE THIS???? FOUR THOUSAND WORDS???
anyways (โ โชโ โฟโ โชโ ) hope yall enjoy ahaha
If you love Xavier..stop what you're doing and read this rIGHT NOW. THE TENSION. THE FACT THAT HE'S LISTENING TO YOUR ORDERS BECAUSE HE WANTS TO AND IS HAPPY TO BUT IS ALSO NOT ABOVE TEASING YOU THE ENTIRE FUCKING TIMEEEEEEE
SO MANY SENTENCES DEDICATED TO HIS HANDS. THEY SHOULD BE IN ME RN!!!!!!!
Eyes like a night sky flash with light, a shooting star across a clear horizon.
He kneels.
just the concept of him kneeling in front of you alsdkjalksdjfalksjfd GHGHHHH THE SOFT FEMDOM OF IT ALL. HE LISTENS BECAUSE HE WANTS TO OBEY.
Returning to her, his hands grasp her upper arm. He runs his fingers down her skin, one hand coming to rest beneath her elbow, the other continuing onward to hold her gloved hand. Xavier delicately pinches her middle finger, sliding the material of the glove down the digit.
Enter, my big glove kink. Addi I owe you my life. The reference to the ring!!! AJHHJ!!!
The glove slides away, revealing her hand, fingers more calloused and worn than those of a queen ought to be, by any means. The hands of someone used to wielding a sword, of someone thrust into royalty; not born into it. The pads of Xavier's fingers catch on the callouses, guiding her hand up to his eyes and taking in each line as if divining a future in each mark and crease. [...]
He leans over her shoulder, long hair tickling her collarbone, and kisses the tip of each finger. The first kiss makes her breath hitch in surprise. The second, the air shudders out of her chest. The third and forth each accompany another jagged inhale and exhale. He turns her hand to kiss her thumb and his tongue darts out to slide against her fingernail before enveloping the digit with his lips up to the first knuckle.
Yeah I can't breathe. How did you know I have a thing for kisses on fingers. Good lord. And the slow measured way he's going about it???? TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES RN XAVIER.
Stiff leather slides down her spine, gloved fingers looping through the ties of her dress and undoing the knot.
my brain is tingling
"Something amusing?"
"Not at all. Your Majesty is quite obvious in revealing her proclivities." He smiles, a cheeky smile, and brings his hand to his own mouth. He maintains eye contact as he presses his thumb down on his lower lip, sliding his tongue along the tip of his fingernail. His smirk widens and his eyes dart down, taking in the sight of her flushed chest and bobbing throat; utterly transfixed at the sight.
I'm dead and this has killed me. When y'all do Chinese ancestor worship please make sure to burn a copy of this fic for me so I can read it in the afterlife.
gOD AND THEN SHE RIDES HIS JFC AND THEN THE ADDITION OF MORE COWGIRL AND THE WAY HE'S LIKE "UWU YOUR HIGHNESS IS THIS SATISFACTORY?" AGH YES IT IS XAVIER YOU FUCKING FUCK.
GOD I WISH I COULD WRITE LIKE THIS. SUSTAINING THE TENSION FOR ONE SCENE OVER 4K WORDS??? HOT. YES. MORE.
ADDI YOU WILL BE HEARING FROM ME. THIS IS A THREAT.
[XAVIER x READER] You dye his hair black. | fluff, established relationship, inspired by these edits, unedited
You gather a fat glob of thick, black dye on your gloved hand and slap it onto Xavier's head with little grace. His eyes widen slightly in the mirror's reflection but he stays still and quiet as you get to work on lathering his hair, making sure each silver strand is coated. Instinctively, he leans into your touch, shoulders going lax as your fingers slip through sections of his hair.
The hair dye was your idea. The two of you browsed the hair care aisle while doing errands. The brightly colored hair on models caught your eye as they stared back at you from the boxes with their big smiles. It made your mind wander to images of Xavier. His natural silver hair was already abnormal, so what would it be like to see him in a darker color? He rarely dresses himself in darker clothes, and the times he has, you could never take your hands off of him.
You suggested it up while he was skimming the label of a shampoo bottle. You held up a box of dye with the best puppy dog face you could muster. "I bet you'd look super hot." That was your best argument, and he didn't fight it. He only shrugged and said, "if that's what you want."
And you were rightโso, so right.
Slowly, his pale hair disappears beneath the inky dye. Already you can see a change in his appearanceโdarker, bolder, contrasting. His eyes are brighter, staring at you through the mirror. He's almost a whole new person. You'll never understand how he can switch from those sweet, rounded eyes to something sharper and seductive at the drop of the hat. Now, no one would be able to underestimate him looking like this.
Your hands falter as you pull back his bangs for one final run through.
"Satisfied yet?"
You reach for a plastic bag, the same one you used to carry the dye home, and slip it over his head. You tie it around his head to keep the color in before slipping your gloves off and tossing them in the trash. You set up the timer on your phone and set it onto the counter. "Not yet. We need to wait at least thirty minutes before rinsing and styling it."
"Really?" He pats the plastic on his head. You swat his hand when he tries lifting the edge of the bag to peek.
"Uh-uh, leave it alone," you scold. "Let it set."
He catches your hand as you reach to readjust the makeshift cap, laying your hand against his cheek to nuzzle into. The bright blues of his eyes look up at you with calculated innocence. "How should we pass the time then?"
Despite how ridiculous you think he looks with a plastic bag wrapped around his head, you don't fight as he pulls you in for a kiss.
โฆ
A thorough rinse underneath the faucet and a quick blow dry later he's sitting on the edge of the bathtub with a brand new look. You try your best to keep a neutral expression and not let yourself drool as you stare at him. Maybe you should buy a few fake face piercings online tonight with expedited shipping. A lip ring, brow piercing, nose piercingโฆ yeah, that will definitely tie the look together.
"Do you like it?" He asks, looking curious, almost shy, as he turns his head to look into the mirror.
It was hard enough to keep your hands off of him earlier, but now you can't help but lace your fingers through his soft hair.
"Like is an understatement," you confess with a smug smile. "I was totally rightโyou do look hot. More importantly, do you like it? You're gonna be stuck with it for a bit."
He hums, settling his hand on your hips to guide you down onto his thigh. He makes slow circles with his thumb over the exposed skin on your hip where your shirt rides up as he leans into your neck. His breath tickles your skin when he replies, "as long as you like it, I like it."
A/N โ just for funsies and for my wife @gardenialily <33 trust that i love my silver haired bf but if he had black hair iโd pounce on him and youโd never be able to pull me off
