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[naomiarai]

IM FREE

[naomiarai]

mimi is going to be free from the shackles of her exam tomorrow.

[xinghuisknight]

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა｡ 沈星回 : off my table!

synopsis.⠀after a horrid meeting at work, you find xavier asleep at your desk. he's... unusually clingy. tags.⠀sfw, fluff, crack kinda, pre-relationship xavmc, gn!reader, reader's already a little annoyed for comedic effect, idrk i wrote this on a whim :C. short & not proofread!

“That’s correct, miss. This month’s attacks have been greatly reduced thanks to our—”

One more word from this meeting and your head will explode. No, in fact, implode. That would be less of a mess to clean up. It’s a shame you’re all by yourself there. Apparently, they specifically needed you, showing you off as a trophy for all you’ve managed to accomplish recently. There was no way out.

You wanted Tara to be there, at the very least. Nudging your shoulder every now and then, cracking some random joke-remark while the higher ups would be discussing over serious stuff… anything but this. Her presence would help with lighting up the mood instead of having to deal with the fact that two of your supervisors are standing there, admiring you as if you’re a statue made out of authentic gold.

Thankfully for you, it ends quickly, which makes you walk back towards your desk, exiting the meeting room. It feels like your head is made out of nothing but putty, melting down on your body as you sluggishly try to find your way back. Not only this, but paperwork’s happily anticipating you back there. Another headache perfectly awaiting your arrival. Wonderful.

Slowly pulling yourself together, you open the door leading to your office. That’s where you see a white-haired man, in his hunter uniform, in your chair, his head on your desk, in… what?

“Xavier?” Your voice reaches his ears, his fingers coiling ever so slightly around the edges of your desk. His closed eyes twitch a little, before groggily opening themselves up, still squinting, to take a good look at you and at his surroundings. He seemed as if he didn’t understand why he was even there.

“Mmh?” He lets out a soft murmur, slooowly raising his head from the desk. This way, you can get a better look at your work partner and neighbor who just so happened to fall asleep right where you should be sitting at. You perk your eyebrows up in response to his mumbling, asking for answers.

Xavier doesn’t speak, however. That prompts you to break the silence once more.

“Are you… alright? What’re you doing here?”

It’s not long before his eyes fully open to look directly into yours. “Just hanging out.”

Hanging out?! Is he being serious right now…?

“At… at my desk?” Rhetorical tone drips out of your throat.

“Yes.” He answers casually, as if this is a normal, day-to-day occurance. Still a little perplexed by the situation, you approach him and signal towards the stack of papers on your desk. You motion towards them, indirectly letting him know that you still have work to do. And that he’s in the way.

While he does pick up what you’ve been gesturing, Xavier doesn’t exactly let go of interrogating you as if you were the one who he caught red-handed. “Is your meeting over?”

“Uh, yes…” You furrow your eyebrows a little, responding to his question. Obviously it would have ended, you’re standing right in front of him. “Why? Did you want to talk to me about something? Are you alright?”

It’s the second time you’ve asked this. You do know Xavier to be a bit of an oddball, but this seemed a little out of your area of expertise. Luckily for you, he finally stands up—a little silly due to you intrerrupting his very nice nap in your ‘abode’—and eyes you up and down, like a confused puppy. You’re still completely lost.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just… waiting for you.”

And the reasoning you did not know of. Still, your brain feels way too heavy to carry on your shoulders to actually try to understand this man. You just got out of an awkward situation, just to enter in yet another one. Sighing, a little heavier than you would have liked, you sat back down on your chair, your hands sluggishly grasping the paperwork to slide it in front of your face.

Xavier is still there.

You wait a little longer, too occupied to mind him, engrossed and utterly engulfed in that ugly stack of sheets, carefully sorting everything and going over the same lines written there—

Xavier is still there.

—to make sure that you’re absolutely doing everything well for the Association. After all, as you’ve noticed today, you were the grand trophy of your workplace, no? You just had to continue to—

Xavier is still there.

…Well.

“Why are you still here.” The way you phrased it didn’t even sound like it’s meant to be a question. You painfully tore your eyes away from that blinding white, meeting his calm blue eyes. As if that didn’t infuriate you further.

“Sorry. Should I go?”

The way he phrased it didn’t sound like a genuine question, either. Just a little more pathetic, so to speak.

“Ah— I mean, uh, I don’t mind.” You reply, almost instantly. The way his eyes were practically begging you to let him hang around you for a while longer made your heart melt. You can’t just whisk him away, especially when he’s been acting so… odd.

Gathering your thoughts together (amongst the stack of paper which has now been reduced in height a little), you gesture towards Xavier that he can come a little closer if he wishes to. Maybe, if he’s a little closer to you, you’d be able to press him further as to why he’s so insistent on staying.

It’s fun, if you’re honest.

Taking this opportunity, you let him lean a little closer. You poke his cheek, grabbing his attention. Pulling the exact move as he usually does: engage, then fall silent before the other. Your question remains unspoken in your eyes, which seem to stare him up as if your gaze could easily pierce right through him. That same odd feeling lingering in the air between you two.

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

There he goes! He’s finally talking to you, as awkward as your situation still might be, he’s at least saying something.

“For what?” You press on, even though you already know what he’s sorry for. You just want to squeeze out answers out of him, that’s all.

“For invading your desk. I only wanted to find you, but then sleep washed over me, and… your desk was the nearest station.”

His knee accidentally touches yours, making you jump a little. It wakes you from whatever daze you were in, letting out an exasperated breath.

“You have such a way with words.”

a/n.⠀haven't posted in like... a month... hdhfdh i'm sorry. this is a little sloppy because i kind of lost interest in lads recently given everything,, </3 instead i've been super into indie visual novels! who cares!!!!!!!! oh oh also, check out xavier's birthday bang where i'll be featured in as well ^^ keep an eye out! until then, i might go on a short hiatus on here ;;

taglist.⠀feel free to ask to be (un)tagged in future works~⠀@hirayalia @naomiarai @thinkingofzayne @lariivcx @wetforsylus @snowypi @gravitationalbluberry @valkyrhii <3

thank you aditi for the idea :')

[naomiarai]

i wanna get takeout with xav and eat it together sitting on the floor

[studiosuni]

cw jealousy, marking, missionary🍋‍🟩 disclaimer this is a tweaked repost from my old account :-)

"See? Look at how—fuck, how good you make me feel—nnghh," Xavier stammers through a moan. "There's no reason for me to want anyone else. I d-don't—don't need anyone else."

He's got you in missionary, your hips strapped securely around his torso and hands clawing at his pale, broad shoulders, while he bullies his cock into you like there's no tomorrow. Your mouth parts in a silent cry when he gives a particularly sharp thrust, one that has you seeing stars and celestial beings. He was so thick, so filling, and you almost forget what got you into this position in the first place.

Then, you see the beads of sweat clinging to his forehead, and you huff in indignation at the memory of what transpired earlier today.

"Holy shit," whispered a hunter from nearby.

You paused in your conversation with Simone about her newest Protocore-embedded technology, cocking your head in question at the girl who was flushed red and looking, quite frankly, pitifully embarrassed. She swallowed rather roughly, wide-eyed, and regarded you with thinly veiled jealousy.

"You are so lucky." She blew out a raspberry, beginning to fan her face. "But then again, I don't know if I could even handle being partners with… that."

Confused, you had opened your mouth to respond, but Simone snorted before you could. The raven-haired girl's gaze was fixed on something behind you, and you had twisted around, eyes almost popping out of your sockets at the sight.

Xavier. With his shirt off.

Cheeks growing hot, you whipped around to find the hunter still staring.

"Hey." It's a great deal of strength in you to swallow back your anger. "Didn't Jenna ask for you over in Communications? You should probably go check up on that."

"Mmm. Yeah," she sighs dreamily. "Let me look a little longer, though."

Your lips form a deep pout, eyebrows furrowing with irritation. How dare he do that in such a public place, where other hunters could gawk at him all they pleased?

You're so focused on your wallowing that you keen at Xavier's eager hand around your throat. It doesn't even squeeze; it just rests there, heavy, teasing, as you zero in on the crinkle in his brows.

"You're not—mnghh—paying attention to me," he rasps, punctuating each word with a savoring slide of his fat, mushroom tip against that spongy spot of your front wall.

"No thinking about anything other than Xavier."

You think he's going to put pressure on your throat, but he relents, instead opting to lean further over your body. His firm chest brushes your pert nipples, sending shocks of sensitivity throughout your body every time your breats bounce at his thrusts.

"I am thinking about you," you shamelessly whine, nails beginning to scrape at his back for better leverage; Xavier gives a shuddering breath, moaning low and heavenly into your ear. "Thinkin' about how—haaahh, don't stop Xavi, oh gods…"

And he has the nerve to quirk an eyebrow at you, tongue peeking out as he lets his jaw drop just slightly. "Thinking about what? Finish your sentence, starlight."

"You." The bed creaks, and you yelp, fingernails digging even deeper into the muscle of his skin. "How—hic, how no one's allowed to have you but m-me!"

Xavier sighs—it's a soft, hoarse melody that leaves you a whimpering mess, cunt gushing another bout of your juices. They collect as a white, creamy ring at the base of his cock, spilling into his neatly trimmed hair. His thrusts turn slow, deep, more about power than anything else. And you love it.

"Riiight," he whispers with a hunger you've never seen before, pupils blown wide at your fucked out face. "That's right, love. I'm yours. This dick was made for your pussy, wasn't it?"

You nod frantically. "Yes, fuuuuck, Xav, harder, faster! Don't tease—please, please please!"

"Good girl." He suddenly changes his angle, ramming into you with no mercy, dick pressing up against your cervix. It's nasty, the squelch and spasming of your walls as he pulls you in for a kiss that's all bite and teeth and spit.

The only thing stopping you from falling limp on the bed like a rag doll is the steel grip you have on his back, claws raking down his trapezius as your shoulders shake with sobs. You think you might draw blood. Shit, you think you've already drawn blood, with how hard you're anchoring onto him.

Though, isn't that what you wanted? Raw, red marks that are irrevocably hard to deny and undoubtedly yours?

Lightning sparks down your spine at the thought and you give a fierce sob, desperately pushing back against Xavier's tongue with your own, melting into his touch while your nails create art along his back. He whines into the kiss when you curl your fingers, burying your nails into the back of his shoulder, and you're delighted at the sensation.

The next day, at the Association, you jump at the opportunity to witness Xavier train again. Simone accompanies you, as per usual, and you can't help the grin that sneaks out when he begins to strip from his uniform without a second thought.

Sure, the marks are fainter now, less red, but that doesn't take away from their meaning. Your eyes trail down his back muscles with pride, only looking away when Simone fake gags.

"Are you serious?" She makes a face, covering her eyes dramatically. "Was there really no other way?"

You only shrug, biting your lip with giddy as you watch the hunter from yesterday pale with shame from behind Simone.

"I only ask things once," you drawl, eyes finding the girl's and holding her stare. "Hey, Jenna asked for you in Communications again today, didn't she?"

She squeaks. Nods meekly. Makes a break for the locker room.

And you smirk.

As all things should be.

[naomiarai]

suni oh my god this is soooo good

[naomiarai]

WHY DID LADS DELETE THEIR INSTA

[naomiarai]

okay its back up?

[naomiarai]

WHY DID LADS DELETE THEIR INSTA

[abyssyby]

honey…? where’s my…?

little tester! i had SO much fun making this 😋

[naomiarai]

i have a fever and i hate everything and i have to study i still hate everything 😭

[naomiarai]

the shower is incredibly hot and full of steam. the water makes a loud, steady drumming sound against the glass walls, hiding the two of you from the rest of the world.

sylus is sitting back against the marble bench under the spray, looking totally relaxed. you are standing right between his knees, your hands completely full of thick white foam as you work the shampoo into his hair. you’d insisted that you do it for him, and sylus who lets you do anything to him, even if he teases and plays around first, agreed. you take this chance to boop some foam on his nose and poke at his adam’s apple.

“are you actually washing my hair, or are you looking for an excuse to touch me?” sylus purrs, his voice deep and relaxed but has that familiaer teasing note to it, sending a rumblr down your spine.

“keep talking, sy, and i’ll, oh, i don’t know, accidentally get shampoo in your eyes,” you reply smoothly, digging your fingers a little harder into his scalp.

sylus lets out a low, satisfied chuckle. his gleaming red eyes close and his heavy shoulders drop. he loves when you touch him. under the rushing water, his large hands rest loosely on your bare waist, holding you steady like an anchor.

once his silver hair is full of stiff, thick suds, you get a playful idea.

instead of rinsing it out, you use both hands to pull all of his hair straight up. you shape the white foam together until you’ve big, perfectly sharp shark fin right on top of his head.

“there,” you giggle, leaning back just a little to look at him. “the real apex predator.”

sylus slowly open his eyes and looks at you through his wet lashes, realizing what you’ve shaped up on top of him. a slow, wicked smile spreads across his handsome face. his ruby eyes glimmer with the heavy amusement you know so well.

“a shark, sweetie? again?” sylus murmurs, because yes, this was certainly not the first, and probably not the last time.

“i think you look absolutely ridiculous. again,” you tease with a big grin, laughing as you lightly tap the fin.

sylus lets out a breathy laugh, his grip on your waist tightening instantly under the water. before you can even try to step away, he easily hauls you forward, pulling your front flush against his solid, wet chest. he doesn’t care about the shampoo at all as he buries his face directly into the warm crook of your neck, his messy hair tickling your skin.

​“sylus, stopppp, your hair is going to get ruined!” you laugh, your hands grabbing his shoulders for balance.

​“let it,” he mutters against your skin, pressing a warm, heavy kiss right against your pulse point that completely steals your breath away. his powerful arms lock securely around your middle, trapping you in his heavy heat. “you wanted to play, kitten. now you stay right here.”

[naomiarai]

i really want to write a drabble where reader n xav are cuddling, and isaiah and jere are fighting infront of them, and reader is trying to mediate but keeps getting distracted by xav pressing kisses down her neck so she pays attention to him

[naomiarai]

the shower is incredibly hot and full of steam. the water makes a loud, steady drumming sound against the glass walls, hiding the two of you from the rest of the world.

sylus is sitting back against the marble bench under the spray, looking totally relaxed. you are standing right between his knees, your hands completely full of thick white foam as you work the shampoo into his hair. you’d insisted that you do it for him, and sylus who lets you do anything to him, even if he teases and plays around first, agreed. you take this chance to boop some foam on his nose and poke at his adam’s apple.

“are you actually washing my hair, or are you looking for an excuse to touch me?” sylus purrs, his voice deep and relaxed but has that familiaer teasing note to it, sending a rumblr down your spine.

“keep talking, sy, and i’ll, oh, i don’t know, accidentally get shampoo in your eyes,” you reply smoothly, digging your fingers a little harder into his scalp.

sylus lets out a low, satisfied chuckle. his gleaming red eyes close and his heavy shoulders drop. he loves when you touch him. under the rushing water, his large hands rest loosely on your bare waist, holding you steady like an anchor.

once his silver hair is full of stiff, thick suds, you get a playful idea.

instead of rinsing it out, you use both hands to pull all of his hair straight up. you shape the white foam together until you’ve big, perfectly sharp shark fin right on top of his head.

“there,” you giggle, leaning back just a little to look at him. “the real apex predator.”

sylus slowly open his eyes and looks at you through his wet lashes, realizing what you’ve shaped up on top of him. a slow, wicked smile spreads across his handsome face. his ruby eyes glimmer with the heavy amusement you know so well.

“a shark, sweetie? again?” sylus murmurs, because yes, this was certainly not the first, and probably not the last time.

“i think you look absolutely ridiculous. again,” you tease with a big grin, laughing as you lightly tap the fin.

sylus lets out a breathy laugh, his grip on your waist tightening instantly under the water. before you can even try to step away, he easily hauls you forward, pulling your front flush against his solid, wet chest. he doesn’t care about the shampoo at all as he buries his face directly into the warm crook of your neck, his messy hair tickling your skin.

​“sylus, stopppp, your hair is going to get ruined!” you laugh, your hands grabbing his shoulders for balance.

​“let it,” he mutters against your skin, pressing a warm, heavy kiss right against your pulse point that completely steals your breath away. his powerful arms lock securely around your middle, trapping you in his heavy heat. “you wanted to play, kitten. now you stay right here.”

[naomiarai]

can tumblr like, stop eating my drafts ಠ_ಠ

[naomiarai]

i need to get off twt and focus on studying and get some outside air

[naomiarai]

i don’t think infold realises how bad the situation is for them

[naomiarai]

this is genuinely the most stupidest thing i’ve seen infold do, it’s pissing me off sm like bro.