Stop Running, Bunny (Xavier / Shen Xing Hui x Reader)
A/N: I'M FREE TO WRITE TODAY HELL YEAH. I kept telling myself to write the other LIs, but Xavier brainrot is so real. ( TTuTT )
Warnings: NSFW, PWP
“Xavier~ I feel like I’m doing all the work in bed.” You just wanted to tease him, see how he’d react. And react he did.
“Xavier~ I feel like I’m doing all the work in bed.” You just wanted to tease him, see how he’d react. And react he did.
You wonder if it’s too late to tell Xavier it was all a joke; but as large hands gripped your hips, mercilessly dragging you across the bed, all you can do is yelp and whimper when his cock bullies his way in your cunt again.
You then wonder if your words were appropriate enough for your epitaph. Not that you were really doing much thinking as you half-plead, half-moan Xavier’s name when his cock immediately starts a rough pace, hammering against your walls and all the spots that make your knees buckle.
“X-Xavier–! Ngh!”
Sticky juices already smear your thighs, evidence of how much Xavier has already proven that he definitely, definitely does so much of the work. When you’ve let those fighting words leave your lips, there was a flash of light then suddenly you were pinned against the bedroom wall.
There were sounds of ripping as your clothing simply degraded into torn fabric all over the floor. You had no time to mourn the loss of your new panties. You weren’t able to even utter a word back then as Xavier had devoured your lips in a kiss – swallowing up your whimpers of surprise and growing pleasure as he speared two digits in your cunt.
“Oh? Guess I have to put in some overtime tonight then,” was all Xavier told you with a growl that had you audibly gulping.
You don’t remember much of his dark expression – you were pretty sure he was pouting and glaring. Not that you were doing much seeing when he had you against the wall; legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked you then and there, making you cum and soak his cock as a prelude to the rest of your night.
So now here you are two hours later – two, or was it three rounds later. Utterly debauched, weakly gripping your freshly laundered sheets that are now back to being rumpled and filthy again. Oh, your pussy was already so sensitive with how much his cock has rammed in you; not that you have any complaints as your eyes roll back into your head when Xavier’s making you squirt again.
“Mmn!” You whimper, desperately trying to crawl away from his iron grip, his harsh thrusts still not letting up. The back of your thighs and your ass have probably taken a rosy hue now, as you feel the slight sting from how much force your skin slaps against each other.
But Xavier’s hold on you remains firm, his hands probably leaving their marks on your hips at this point. He leans down, whispering by your ear, “Why are you running, bunny? I thought you wanted me to do more of the work?”
He’s standing by the bed, hips continuing to bully your poor overstimulated pussy, hands tightly preventing you from squirming away. Vaguely, you can hear the slight shift of the heavy wood against the floor, the slight creak of the bedframe still audible over the obscene noise of your wet cunt and his fat cock.
Xavier already came twice before, which would usually have him slow down; but there’s a glint of vengeance in his eyes. Every thrust of his cock promises to make you regret those cheeky words.
His cum leaks out of your pussy, dripping down to your thighs. His thick cock scooping out the thick fluid only to fuck it back inside you. “That’s it, bunny. Just keep clenching and soak my cock,” Xavier groans, pulling back to stand again so his eyes can take in the sight of your cunt. He greedily watches how your pussy grips him, how your juices make your pretty cunt shine in the nightlight. “S’ fucking pretty.”
A light slap lands on your ass, flesh rippling and reddening, making you yelp and your pussy clench in surprise. Another slap then another; and you’re moaning and writhing in his grip. The heat in your belly is stoked into full force again, and you wonder if it’s possible to have prolonged orgasms.
When a harsher blow lands against your skin, your pussy clenches so tight making Xavier groan aloud. He bites down on his lips as his balls tighten and his cock gives you a fresh load of hot cum. He can feel you milking him for every drop as you thrash on the bed; hands clawing at the sheets as you whine and babble, “Oh, s’much, X-Xavier~ Too g-good!”
Then he pulls away, his thick cock leaving you suddenly empty, your pussy still spasming and squeezing around nothing. You’re dragged to the edge of the bed, naked chest heaving for air as Xavier’s standing form looms over you. He grips his cock, already half hard again and slick with your mixed fluids.
“Clean it up,” he commands, voice firm and cold.
You obediently get on all fours, limbs trembling like a newborn fawn, and reach out a hand for his cock. Looking up at him in a lustful daze, you give the shaft of his cock a slow lick, tasting yourself.
His stern gaze makes you shiver, not in fear but in anticipation; your pussy already craving to have him inside again. His fresh cum inside you is already leaking, contributing to the growing puddle on your sheets; but you don’t mind – Xavier always leaves you full.
Closing your mouth around the tip of his cock, your alter with sucking and twirling your tongue to clean every drop off him. Never breaking eye contact with him, Xavier watches you worship his cock slowly and thoroughly.
A large hand cups the back of your head, not pushing or pulling; only a silent order to get on with it. So you take him in deeper with a meek hum, tamping down your gag reflex until you can feel him hit the back of your throat.
You moan around him, relishing how heavy he feels on your tongue. Your jaw is already tired; but you dutifully suck and slurp, drool messily dripping down your chin.
The ache in your also drooling cunt makes your fingers around his cock twitch for a moment, a rebellious urge to pleasure yourself. But Xavier already read your mind, giving you a low warning, “Behave. I’m doing all the work tonight, remember?”
You obey. Balancing yourself on your knees so your other hand can give him a firm tap on the hip and a quick squeeze of his hand. Xavier takes that cue to slowly fuck your mouth.
“Keep that pretty mouth open, you don’t have to do anything else.” His hand gently grabs your hair in a messy ponytail as his hips start a slow, shallow pace. “Look so pretty like this. This is what you wanted right? To be dumb and pliant while waiting to get fed my cock.”
“You don’t even have to think. Just let me handle everything, yeah?”
Even with his words and indifferent tone, Xavier’s movements remain controlled – just thrusting deep enough to keep you from choking, gently wiping away the stray tears that fell down your flustered cheeks.
You fight back the urge to clench your thighs, ignoring how wet you’re dripping again as you imagine the cock in your throat fucking your pussy with the same slow, excruciating pace.
Oh, but Xavier’s never slow when it comes to your heavenly cunt, he makes sure to fuck you deep and hard, leaving every drop of his seed inside.
Xavier chuckles when you whine around his cock, easily following your train of thought as he watches you drunk on his cock. “Tap once if you want me to cum down your throat. Twice if not.”
Tap. Tap.
“Ah!” you gasp for hair, jaw and throat sore. You barely manage to catch your breath when Xavier manhandles you again, rolling you over onto your back. His large hands quickly rest on each of your thighs, pushing down as your legs are pushed back over your head. You can see the dark smirk on his face; the smug expression of a predator ready to feast.
Oh, shit– mating press? Hang on– “W-wait! Still sensitive–” the rest of your plea ends in a shout of Xavier’s name as he rams his cock all the way inside.
Your cries of pleasure drown out the filthy wet, squelching sounds of your cunt crying as Xavier immediately sets a hard pace. You aren’t sure if you want to punch that cocky smile on his face or kiss him, but you’re too busy losing your voice.
“P-please, Xavier~ S-slow down!” you gasp, futilely squirming while your womb takes a beating.
“Slow down? But isn’t this what you wanted? For me to do all the work?” He sneers down at you. He braces one of his knees on the bed for a better angle and leverage. “So just lie down there all pretty for me. And. Take. It.” He punctuated his latter words with harsh, deep thrusts that have you choking on air.
“That’s a good girl,” he coos, a hand pressing down on the slight bulge on your midriff. “Can you feel how deep I am, bunny? Look at you taking me so well and begging for even more.”
“Yes! Yes! Am good. D-deep–! Ngh~ Xavier! S’ f-full!”
Xavier chuckles at your lustcrazed expression – tears down your cheeks and drool down your chin as your cunt keeps clenching around his cock as if not wanting to let go. He can’t decide which view is more enchanting – your face, your sopping cunt, or the imprint of his dick in your belly.
He gives your abdomen a gentle press again that has your cunt gushing a torrent around his cock. He laughs at the wetness hitting his abs and thighs, “Fuck– that’s so hot, bunny.”
“N-no,” you shake your head, sniffing in mortification, feeling like you’ve wet yourself. “‘M sorry, s’ wet.”
“Ssh,” Xavier gently shushes you, slowing down his pace to soothe your trembling body. There’s a satisfaction welling up in his chest at seeing you desperately try to calm your body from an intense orgasm. It’s cute how you pant hard and catch your breath while your cunt still spasms around him.
“Can you give me one more, bunny? Let me fill you up again?” And his heart surges with warmth at how adorable you are nodding at him.
“Such a good girl. Thank you, bunny,” Xavier leans down to give you a quick kiss on the forehead. The shift of his weight atop you leaves you pinned down and unable to writhe. Xavier resumes fucking you, keeping his pace slow but every thrust going deeper and harder.
You didn’t even know you could bend this much, practically folded in half; pussy still eagerly choking down on his cock that pressed in just the tiniest bit deeper, finally digging into your womb, making you spasm violently with a startled shout, hurtling you immediately into another orgasm.
With a bite down your shoulder, Xavier muffles his groan. His body shuddered as you squeezed so tightly around him, finally tipping him to spill another wave of cum inside you. His groan turns into a low whine against your sweaty skin, as he remains still while you milk him for every drop.
“Fuck, I’ve never cummed that hard,” Xavier pants, face buried in the crook of your neck and shoulder. Fuck, he’s pretty sure his vision turned white and he saw an alternate timeline where you’re dressed in a sexy Lumiere outfit and riding him.
The weak wheeze and weaker shove against his shoulder pulls him out of his fantasies and with a herculean effort, Xavier pushes himself up on his hands, relieving you of his crushing weight.
His cock (now mercifully limp) pulls out of you, coated in a sheen of cum. The trail of his cum is already leaking out from your pussy as if wistfully chasing his cock. A sight he finds really hot and arousing, but right now he only has the energy left to crash down beside you on the bed, his legs finally giving up.
Your legs also drop on the bed heavily, feeling totally sore and numb. You can practically hear your joints creaking in protest at the prolonged strain. Your cunt feels deliciously battered; still stretched, sore, and leaking copious amounts of cum. All telltale signs of a rough night with Xavier.
The both of you breathe heavily, sweating, muscles aching. Exhaustion seeps into you, and your barely working brain decides that now should be cuddle time. So you turn your head to Xavier beside you, only to pause in fear when you see Xavier giving you a look that lets you know the night isn’t over.
Instinct kicks in and you do the sane thing preys would usually do – retreat. Or at least try to. You pitifully roll onto your stomach and crawl on the bed, heading for the pillows as if they could serve as a defensive fort against the predator that’s eyeing you like a starving hawk.
“Bunny…” Xavier began, watching you crawl inch by inch away from him. He wants to laugh at you, but he’s also still refilling his lungs with air and regaining the use of his legs.
“Noooo,” you wail dramatically, feebly throwing a pillow at his head which uselessly bounced to the floor. You held up another one like a shield. “I’m never teasing you again. Never. Ack–!”
The predator pounces, or in this case, pathetically launches his whole body over to you with a heavy flop. Strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against his firm chest. Your fluffy shield is ripped from your grasp and you’re completely disarmed.
Perhaps this would be a good time to plead your case that your initial words were words of a very, very foolish bunny. And how you’ve definitely learned your lesson. (No, you didn’t.)
Except…the roles of predator and prey are never properly followed in this relationship anyways. Not when you’re just as greedy and hungry as him, not when you’re even worse sometimes.
So it didn’t come as a surprise to Xavier when instead of struggling to escape, you just wrap your arms around his neck, your leg already hiked around his waist. It wasn’t unexpected to him when instead of begging him enough for the night, you use your mouth to give him a messy kiss instead. And Xavier just grins against your lips as he slots your hips together once again.
“Ah,” he says between kisses, “Maybe I should be the one running away, no?”
“Mm,” you moan, giving extra attention to his tongue dueling against yours. One of his hands starts kneading your breasts and moving along the curves of your body. You cant your hips as his half-hard cock slides across the wet folds of your cunt. The smear of fluids across your thighs should feel disgusting, but you’re already moaning in anticipation at the thought of being stretched, fucked, and filled again.
As the head of his cock slowly sheathes inside you again, you smirk back, “Too late. You’re caught in my trap.”
Royal Mornings (King!Xavier / Shen Xing Hui x Queen!Reader)
A/N: Inspired by Xavier's new myth. This is a shorter one than usual. I'm gonna go play the actual story later.
Warnings: NSFW, PWP, pregnancy kink
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Sunlight filters through the white curtains, and the birds can be heard chirping their morning greetings. It’s still too early for the morning bustle of the kingdom as everyone enjoys the last few hours of slumber before another busy week.
Except for King Xavier and his Queen that is. Usually, Xavier would have grumbled at waking up at being awoken; but right now he simply hisses. Large hands grip your hips tightly, as he wordlessly pleads for you to stop moving; but you only grin down at him. Straddling his hips as your cunt clenches around his aching cock. You look divine – an angel or a temptress, his still sleepy mind can’t decide. In your white nightgown with the straps barely hanging on your shoulders, always short enough to tempt him to grab at your thighs and ass; your uncombed hair still disheveled but still made you ethereal in his eyes.
A slight roll of your hips and a clench of your cunt, and Xavier decidedly makes up his mind that you’re a temptress. An alluring, evil temptress that dragged him from his sweet slumber to throw him into something even sweeter. He can feel his hard cock surrounded by your tight, wet warmth. Even without looking, he can feel and hear how your pussy has stained his nightwear with your juices.
“Good morning, my King,” you coo at him, smug and teasing, leaning down to give him a quick peck on the lips. He gives you an unconvincing glare, eyes flitting to how the meager clothing you call a nightgown gives him a peek at your breasts. His firm grip on your hips makes it impossible for you to move, not that it matters anymore as Xavier rolls you both over.
The grin on your face only widens as you’re laid on your back, wrapping your legs around his waist. Xavier looks decidedly unamused, but he can’t fool you with the way his cock twitches inside you. “And to what do I owe the pleasure of being awoken like this, my Queen? Did I leave you unsatisfied last night or are you just merely insatiable?”
“Mm,” you pull down Xavier for a slow kiss, his lengthy hair cascading around you like silver threads. “Me, insatiable? Yet you’re the one who I awoke to, rutting against my ass as if you need to fuck me even in your sleep.”
Xavier doesn’t answer, only silencing you with his tongue down your throat. He gives a slow roll of his hips, testing how deep he can reach into you, already anticipating the way you whimper and clench when he knocks on your womb.
Your hands tangle in his locks, as you close your eyes, letting him take what he needs. You can feel the cum from last night’s activities being scooped out with every thrust of his cock. The wet sensation should have been uncomfortable, but you moan at the thought that he’s going to fill you up again.
Your King remains quiet, as he usually does during these mornings; so you make up for the silence with sighs and moans of his name. “Xavier, Xav– ngh, oh, so deep–” The squelching sounds of your cunt and his cock serves as the vulgar harmony to your voice. And Xavier lowly groans at the music of your lovemaking, his hips still resuming their amble pace but his thrusts slowly getting deeper and deeper.
He hisses slightly when your hands move to his back, the scratches you’ve left from before still fresh and stinging. So he breaks the kiss, panting for air; and pins your wrists above your head.
“Oh, fuck– fill me up, please, oh~ Xavier~” He thinks you’re so cute when you babble, reduced to crying out for his cock, his seed. With a breathless chuckle he whispers, “My Queen is so adorable. You look wonderful filled with my seed. I long for the day when my seed takes and your belly swells. You’d give me the most beautiful children.”
A whine tears out from your throat, your cunt clamping down on him as your mind fills with images of a family with him. Everyone has been waiting for you to finally bear an heir, and you’ve wondered too – with how much you two have been going at it (like rabbits in heat as the royal physician muttered under her breath), you wonder if that day will soon arrive.
You’re pulled out of your daydreams when Xavier suddenly shifts, spreading your thighs more and pushing you to practically fold in half. You give a choked yelp when his cock shifts in even deeper, rubbing against those spots that make you gush. And then his hammering inside, leaving you to gasp and scream at the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
“Xav–!”
“Ssh, you can take it, darling.” There’s a slight smirk on Xavier’s face as he watches you fall apart. It wasn’t long before you’re screaming out his name and squirting over his cock. He can feel a splash of wetness, but he fucks you through your orgasm, chuckling darkly as you drool and babble words of “more” and “too much”.
“So, so beautiful. My Queen. My angel. My temptress.” You can barely hear his praises, your whole world reduced to your cunt. It feels so good, too good that you can’t tell where your orgasm ends and the next one begins. It is so, so wet between your legs. You can feel your pussy gushing again, soaking Xavier’s cock, your thighs, and the sheets.
You try to flail your arms, but your wrists are still pinned to the bed; so you kick out instead but Xavier’s weight keeps your hips still. “You can give me one more,” Xavier groans, hips slapping hard against your skin. Even as your legs thrash around him, your cunt remains ever so greedy, sucking him in every time he tries to pull out. You’re clamping down on him so tightly that pulling back makes a small wet popping sound. He grits his teeth, as he thrusts hard and deep, feeling his balls ache to fill you up again with a fresh load of his seed. Xavier yearns to see your cunt leaking white, but he waits for your final tumble into pleasure.
“Fuck–” Xavier growls as he looks down at you, an intense feral lust in his gaze. “One more, my Queen. Soak my fucking cock and I’ll paint your womb with my seed.” And you obey with a shout, eyes rolling back into your head as your entire body violently twitching as your cunt clenches and sprays. Xavier gives a wordless shout as you clamp down on his cock, and a rush of his hot seed floods your insides.
And then you are both collapsing on the bed, groaning at how your tensed muscles finally ease. Xavier rests his weight atop you, his cock already partly out, your combined cum making a growing, filthy puddle on the sheets.
“Xavier,” you whine, limbs and pussy sore, lungs still trying to catch up on air. “You’re heavy!”
“Mmn…”
“No! Don’t you dare fall asleep now!”
King Xavier, austere ruler and fearless warrior, only gives you a yawn as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. “Am sleepy,” was his proclamation.
You try to nudge him, but you might as well be moving a mountain. You hiss, “The retainers are arriving soon!”
His voice is muffled against your skin, but you can feel him yawn again. “Mm, tell them to come back later.” He shifts slightly to a more comfortable position. “And bring breakfast too, please.”
You’d slap a hand to your face if only your arms weren’t pinned under him. You just sigh, already resigned to your fate as a pillow; and also too tired to urge him more. You yawn, heavy eyelids fluttering shut, and then you hear: “Hmm, actually, I’d rather have you for breakfast later.”
A/N: Sorry been busy with life and work. And typhoons and floods. Sigh. On the brighter side, I got fishman and alien king yay. Thinking of picking up drawing again too.
Warnings: NSFW, PWP
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Rafayel had whisked you away again on a sudden trip, just on time (as usual) for you to get some change of pace and relaxation after another stressful mission. This time you find yourself in a quaint seaside town up north of Linkon that’s famous for its scenic view, vineyards, and delicious pasta.
The view was breathtaking and romantic – the colored sky as the sun goes down on the horizon and the lush cliffs with the strong waves of the sea crashing against the rocks below gives a view that’s straight out of an oil painting. You hummed a soft tune as you guys ate dinner in the back garden of your rented cottage. The gentle tinkling of the wind chimes, the creaking garden swing, and the old red bricks of the low wall give the place a charming, fairytale-like quality.
The atmosphere was romantic and cheesy, just like the movie you guys complained about a week ago. How Rafayel had teased you when you got pasta sauce on your chin; when he’d pour you a glass of red wine while explaining every detail of the vintage mixed with silly remarks to keep you laughing; when he held your hand and looked into your eyes as he casually proclaims how your beauty is far superior than the sunset. How his grin widens when you answer back with honeylaced compliments that you quote from a series you both watched. Your combined laughter fills the air as you snort and wheeze at the cringeworthy lines thrown at each other.
And how romantic the atmosphere was – when he pulled you in and kissed you, tasting the sweetness of the wine from your tongue. When you let your body melt against him, feeling the hard planes of his torso fit perfectly against the curves of your own. His arms around your waist were a haven of familiar safety as he walked you back against the wall.
You breathlessly moan against his tongue, letting romance whisk you into desire. Rafayel’s hand moves under your pretty maroon dress to squeeze at your thigh; and you shiver at the warmth of his palm against your cool skin. It was so easy to hook your leg around his hips, eagerly rutting against the hardening bulge in his trousers. Until he finally pushes and bends you over that low brick wall, letting you feel better how hard he is as he grinds his hips against your ass.
His hand tugs down at the front of your dress, the straps feebly slipping down your shoulders. “Oh? No bra, cutie? Someone’s eager today,” Rafayel nips at your neck, his breath tickling your skin as he leaves a trail of kisses. His broader form shields you against the chill of the dusk winds, and every touch of his hands and lips leave goosebumps in their wake.
You don’t reply, simply grabbing his other hand on your thigh and pulling it up further to the ache between your legs. Cupping your mound, Rafayel pauses to look at you, “No bra and underwear? What a naughty cutie I have in my hands.” A digit prods gently at your opening, testing the waters. Caressing your folds before flicking your clit. “Hmm, you’re already wet, cutie. Were you waiting to get fucked here out in the open?” Rafayel chuckles, circling your clit as he smugly listens to you whine. You’re about to stomp on his foot, when he finally slips a finger in.
“Oh, she’s so tight and greedy, baby.” There’s a slight wet sound that your ears strain to catch as he dips his finger in and out, in and out of your cunt. Rafayel gives a low laugh, and you can feel the rumbling of his chest against your back. “Even with just a single finger, she’s sucking me already.”
Then there’s two digits, and you sigh out Rafayel’s name. Your cunt drips and clenches. And next there’s three fingers thrusting inside you, prodding against your walls, curling to make you moan aloud. The top half of your dress, no longer held by the slim straps, falls helplessly at your waist; as the skirt of your dress is pushed up your hips past your ass. You’re practically naked, only held together by Rafayel’s embrace as you shakily brace against the low wall; your red high heels making standing an even more difficult task.
But you barely notice your nakedness, barely notice the evening chill, and you barely notice how the streetlamps at the nearby main road have lit up. You simply sigh and moan, melting further into Rafayel’s hands – your tits bared and fondled, nipples hard as he pinched them teasingly. The sound of your cunt is louder, you can hear and feel how you greedily swallow up his thrusting digits. Maybe it’s the wine that makes you warm or maybe it’s the heat of Rafyael’s body against yours; but all the sensations make the stress and tension you’ve been bearing through the week gradually ebb away.
“Rafayel,” you softly moan his name like prayer as his fingers continue to play with your cunt – caressing your walls teasingly before pulling away only to thrust back in again. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing unpredictable patterns that have you trembling. His breath is against your skin, “‘S alright, cutie. Just relax, yeah? Let me make you feel good. You don’t have to think about anything else.” Marks and bites are left on your neck and your back as you whine his name again.
“Mm, s’ wet, cutie,” Rafayel mumbles, in between his kisses against your skin. “So wet for me. Are you gonna cum already? I can feel you clenching down on my fingers.”
You nod, biting back a scream, just realizing that despite the remote location of your cottage, someone could still pass by on the main road. As if in punishment for holding back your noises, Rafayel suddenly bites hard on your neck as his three fingers crook inside you. You startle and shout, your body violently twitches, cunt gushing and clenching as you starve for more.
The sun has completely set, the stars greeting you quietly as they twinkle up in the night sky. Only the cottage lights and the streetlamps serve as decent sources of light. You pant and rest your elbows on the wall as your eyes adjust to the night. Then fingers were being pulled out of you, hastily moving to prod at your lips.
Rafayel remains against your back, meeting your gaze as he watches your tongue licks your own essence off his fingers. With his other hand he fishes out his cock, grinding it slowly against your wet cunt as he watches your eyes flutter shut as you suck and moan around his digits. He can feel his precum smearing against your folds, how the head of his cock playfully nudges your folds apart, teasingly bumping against your entrance.
When you’re finally done cleaning his fingers, he pulls back, hands spreading your ass so he could watch how his cock rubs against your cunt. It’s a twisted satisfaction of his to watch you like this – looking back at him pleadingly and pitifully as his cock presses against your pussy. Your soft whines when he nudges against you to put pressure on your entrance but not dipping in.
It’s lewd and obscene – the smear of his cum and your juices on your cunt and thighs, like a glistening sheen on your skin, combined with how you drip on his cock even before he enters you. Even in the dimmer lights, Rafayel could clearly see how your wet cunt impatiently clenches around nothing, wordlessly asking to be fucked and filled. Filthy and fucking beautiful. You’re his work of art. No, no, this is a work in progress. It’ll only be complete when he cums in you, makes your pussy leak out his seed. It’s only a masterpiece when all you know is his name and his cock, when you’ve reached delirious paradise with only thoughts of being bred.
The vulgar images in his mine are interrupted when you grind back at him, reaching back to spread your sweet pussy even more for him. Your loud pitiful whine a siren’s call for him, “Rafayel– Hurry, please.” There was no slightest hesitation as he sheathed himself fully, groaning as every inch of his cock is welcomed in your tight wet, warmth.
“Ahngh!” Finally, finally, you’re filled with his cock. The stretch feels wonderful, his thick cock reaching deep enough to knock on your womb. You frantically find purchase on the low wall, clawing against the brick as Rafayel immediately starts a rough pace.
“So beautiful…my bride, so enchanting,” Rafayel whispers. His large hands grip your hips tightly, as he fucks you properly, watching how your ass jiggles in the dim light, how your glistening pussy swallows up his cock. Fuck, he can’t get enough of this sight. “My bride’s taking me so well, so greedy for my cock. Fuck– baby–” One of his hands comes down on your ass, making you squeal in surprise.
“Oh! Raf–!” you can feel how soaked you are, can hear how much your cunt is slobbering all the thick cock fucking you. “Mn! Yes, deeper, Rafayel– ahn!”
“Fuck, baby, look at her. She’s so wet, fucking drooling on my cock,” Rafayel’s breath goes heavier as he continues moving his hips, loving how your cunt clenches everytime he almost pulls out. There’s slick coating his cock, slowly dripping to the earth. The squelching noises are loud and vulgar against the stillness of the night. In the distance, the waves continue to crash against the shore, the faint sounds of the sea barely competing with the scene between your legs.
He gives your ass another slap that makes you yelp, that makes your pussy clench. And then another, and another. The stinging heat on your ass makes you forget you’re outside, loudly calling out Rafayel’s name as you urge him to fuck you more. Your words were barely coherent but you still string phrases for him – Oh, fuck, yes! Mm, You’re so deep, Rafayel– ahn! Ooh~ Harder, please– F-fuck, ngh, please~ More!
And he answers, of course, he answers. Rafayel answers by thrusting harder and faster, making sure his cock reaches deep enough to punch on your womb. Your ass hurts from how hard he’s hammering his hips against you, your pussy feels so spread and filled every time his cock bullies its way into you. His hands are grabbing you everywhere – gripping your hips, thighs, and ass.
You aimlessly grab back at him, desperate for a kiss; so he leans in, resting his chest against your back. He kisses your bare shoulder before meeting your lips. Rafayel thrusts his tongue inside your mouth, sucking the lingering sweetness of the wine from earlier. His kisses are rough, demanding, and passionate; and you easily surrender, letting him swallow up the screams and moans bubbling in your throat.
You choke on a shout when Rafayel hikes one of your knees up on the wall and his cock spears deadly accurately against that spot that instantly makes you squirt. “Yes, baby, cum on my cock,” Rafayel pants against your lips, his hips not stopping. “F-fuuuckk, yes, I can feel you squirting all over me, cutie.” And you can feel the wet drops hitting your feet, already sore in your poor heels.
Rafayel’s pace gratefully slows down as you gasp for air; yet you can feel even the slightest movements in your sensitive pussy. You’re barely keeping upright, balancing on a single heel as you lean the rest of your weight on him. Then he’s suddenly grabbing you by the hair for another kiss. When your lips part, he rests something against your lips – oh, a wine glass. Gulping down the sweet liquor, stray droplets drip down your chin; and his gaze follows the red liquid’s trail down to your neck and to the valley of your breast.
The now empty glass is settled on the wall; and you vaguely hope that Rafayel placed it far enough so it won’t drop and shatter. But you’re too busy to worry about a stupid glass, when Rafayel’s lips latches onto your skin, greedily licking off the trail of red sweetness off your skin. His hips start to move faster once more, resuming the bullying of your pussy with his thick cock. And you answer by starting the song of his name again as his cock harshly hammers against all the right spots.
Rafayel smirks against your skin when your voice reaches a volume that would surely be heard on the main road. It makes him fuck you faster, harder. Your dear Rafayel is always so sweet for you, but when you cry for him, it makes him want to bully you. So he does – suddenly changing his pace to a deadstop before punching the breath out of you with a brutal thrust. And then it’s a row of hard, deep thrusts before he switches it again to slow and deep. The change of pace has you crying aloud and your cunt clenching desperately. And when Rafayel bites on the junction of your neck and shoulder, you can’t help your pussy desperately clamping down on his cock.
Honk! The sudden sound of a car honk breaks the fog in your mind; you stiffen as you hear the rush of the passing vehicle on the main road. Your body jerks violently, and your pussy tightens. With one hard thrust, you’re squirting again with a garbled shout of Rafayel’s name.
“Fuck–! Tight–!” Rafayel curses, cock finally spilling inside you. He can feel your walls milking him for every drop; and yet your cunt sprays your juices hard enough to try and push out his cum inside you. His slacks are completely ruined with the stains of your combined fluids, but Rafayel’s more focused on keeping his cock still inside you as he makes sure every drop of his seed covers your womb.
When he’s sure you’re filled, Rafayel slowly turns your body, unwilling to let your cunt part from his cock. Too boneless to move, you let him awkwardly sit on the edge of the wall, still plugged up and caged by his strong arms.
He turns to look at your face for a kiss, but stops short at your wide-eyed expression. Then Rafayel laughs, snorting ungracefully at how you look like a startled doe caught in the middle of the forest.
“Stop laughing!” You can feel your face heat up. You gently smack him on the shoulder but it only makes him laugh harder, his frame shaking with each breath. The movements jostle his cock still in your cunt; but embarrassment temporarily makes you forget about how sensitive your pussy is and how absolutely disheveled you look.
He rubs away the tears from his eyes. “Sorry, cutie. You’re just too cute.”
“Oh– you– shut up! The car could’ve seen us!”
“Mm,” Rafayel leans in with a mischievous look on his face that makes you nervous. “You say that, cutie, but this little pussy clenched reeaallllyy tight when they passed by.”
As you try to form a response, he shrugs off his coat, putting it on your bare shoulders with a fond smugness. Excuses couldn’t come to your mind as quickly as you’d like, so Rafayel continues, “Relax, we’re far enough from the road. And the cottage would block the view from the road. But~ Something tells me that you wouldn’t mind getting caught. Am I right, cutie?”
“I–! You–! Ngh–ahn!” Your poor attempts at a response ends in a moan, as Rafayel grinds against you again. You can feel his cock slowly already hardening inside you.
“Still sensitive,” you complain, but you’re already wrapping your legs around his waist, feeling his cock go to full hardness again.
“Mm, I didn’t get to worship these beauties, yet,” Rafayel leans down to kiss, lick, and suck at your tits. Throwing your head back, you run your hands through his soft locks as he teases a nipple with gentle nips and licks.
You let him make more marks on your body with his mouth. Your pussy is so sensitive it’s borderline painful; but you’re too greedy – you’re losing your damn mind with every kiss of his cock against your womb, the sensation of his cum sloshing inside you and dripping down your legs ignite a fire in your belly that makes you want, want, and want.
Instead of the previous rush to intense pleasure, this time was a gentle, steady climb. Rafayel barely thrusts his hips, only grinding his cock slowly against your walls. His cum drips onto the ground with every movement, and you mourn the spillage with a low whine. Rafayel answers your complaint with an amused chuckle, “You’re so cute when you want more of my cum.”
“Mmn~ Shut up and fill me up again.”
“Hmm, I don’t know, cutie,” Rafayel looks at you with a smug smirk, and he doesn’t miss the way your pussy clench around him. “You sound a bit bossy. Why don’t you ask nicely?”
You’re torn between wanting to roll your eyes and smacking him in the head; but instead you tighten your legs around his waist, dragging him close. Your mouth finds his skin this time, leaving your own set of marks as Rafayel sighs in your arms.
You hump back at the grind of his hips as your lips trace up to his collarbones, up to his Adam’s apple, whispering, “Pretty please, Rafayel~ Don’t you want to fill me up again? Make me a painting you’d never forget?”
“Fuck– cutie,” his grip is tight on your waist. His hips have stopped moving, as if further stimulation would end this paradise too soon.
Your nails dig onto his shoulders, pulling Rafayel even closer to whisper in his ear. “I want it inside, Rafayel, then on my thighs. Maybe everyone would see your cum running down my legs and they’d know who I’d belong to–” You broke off in a gasp as Rafayel shuts you up with a harsh kiss, suddenly hammering his cock against your womb. Your already oversensitive pussy is quickly overwhelmed, and you scream against Rafayel’s lips.
Rafayel growls in between kisses and thrusts, “Fuck– you’re a temptress.” A thrust that reaches even deeper and has you clawing at his back. “You don’t know how much I want everyone to know you’re mine.” Another thrust of his cock that has you gasping. “You’d be leaking my cum if you’d let me.”
You reach upwards, yanking his hair back; and biting hard on his neck to muffle a scream as you came for the final time tonight. Rafayel shouts your name to the heavens, his hot cum flooding your already full insides.
Then a moment of stillness accompanied only by the sound of hard breathing, the occasional crickets chirping, and the continuous waves of the sea.
The both of you lean on each other, catching your breaths. Even seated, you struggle to keep yourself up, sagging in Rafayel’s hold. You can feel him breathing hard, and you’d have teased him; but currently, you’re struggling to even feel every limb of your body.
“Ugh, I feel filthy,” you groan.
“Way to ruin the moment, cutie.”
Rafayel tries to pull out, but you stop him with a weak slap on his arm. “Don’t. It’ll make a mess.”
“We’re already a mess,” but he stays still. “How are we getting inside then?”
You look up at him with a faux pout and wide eyes, “Carry me.”
Rafayel, of course, responds back with his signature pout, “You’re such a slave driver, Miss Bodyguard. I already did most of the work.” But even as he says so, he’s already securing you tight against him – fixing his coat around you and plucking the heels off your feet.
With careful movements, Rafayel carries you back to the cottage. You can feel his cock nudging you with each step, but at least most of the “mess” remains inside.
“Bath or shower?” Rafayel asks.
“You’re going to take us to the bath either way.”
“You know me so well, cutie.”
The fond smile that creeps on your face freezes as you look at him, “Are you…getting hard again?”
“Ah,” Rafayel slowly gives you a smile that has you torn between nervous and aroused. With a sickeningly sweet voice, he simply says, “You know me so, so well, cutie.”
just checking in on you after xavier's 3rd myth since your first lads fic was a xavier fic. had you watched it? how are you holding up?
HELLLLOOOOOOOO
THE GASP I GASPED. It was the first thing I saw when I woke up too, and I went from sleepy to wide awake. I can't get over how Xavier just easily onehands and throws the claymore around. Really my DPS king.
Are you pulling??? I've got like 80+ pulls to my name so...I need to make some ritual circle or sacrifices begging him to come home.
I can't focus on work or anything since the Rafayel trailer dropped. I know I'm going to be up all night being all giddy and excited for the banner drop.
Under the Stars, On the Car (Zayne / Li Shen x Reader)
A/N: Me posting two in a row? Who am I? Is this real? Uhm, also it's obviously been a while so I'll have to figure out how the tags/navi system work again. Do my tags page still even work?
Warnings: NSFW, PWP
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The rare chance of a long weekend has come up and you took advantage of it by immediately booking a short getaway trip to the city outskirts. With a quick text, you had pleaded to your boyfriend: Pls plS PLEASE clear your schedule up for the long wkend! Luv u! <3
And of course, your boyfriend – the great, handsome, patient, super smart, super hot, and super handsome (did you mention that already?) Zayne easily agreed to your request. Not that he was planning to say no anyways.
So there you guys are in the cabin up the hill overlooking the city of Linkon. You had driven the car up there, insisting that Zayne sleep during the drive when you saw him trying to hide how exhausted he was. He’s been working overtime as usual, and you’d hope this little trip would at least get him the rest and relaxation he deserves. The cabin was well-stocked and looked incredibly cozy, the surroundings quiet aside from the sounds of nature.
Luck was in your favor tonight, too, as the night sky is clear – the multitude of stars twinkling against the darkness that you wouldn't normally see in Linkon’s busy city lights. Ah, you thought, what a perfectly serene trip where you two would just romantically gaze at the stars while maybe drinking some hot chocolate.
Or at least that was the plan.
Now, well now, you’re lying down on the hood of Zayne’s sleek car. Your shorts and panties dangling by your ankle as you got both feet in the air, legs spread, cunt wet as Zayne’s long fingers fuck you into squirting for the second time.
The star-filled sky looks breathtakingly romantic, but that was the last thing on your mind as you desperately gasp Zayne’s name. The only other sound around was the gentle swaying of the trees as the breeze softly passed; making the wet, squelching sounds of your poor, drooling pussy even louder to your ears.
There wasn’t any moon tonight, only the cabin’s LED bulbs helping your eyes see into the night. You can barely see Zayne’s gaze as he looks down on you, the harsh shadows of his hair covering his features. He’s wearing a simple short sleeved, navy shirt – now unbuttoned and collars askew; his grey pants just as undone, the belt having been yanked and disregarded on the ground. His skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat. His cock already hard; and even with the sparse light, you can glimpse the sheen of precum.
“Z-Zayne,” you whimper. Your skin feels incredibly hot, despite the cool air caressing your bare chest. Your unfortunate top yanked open with the buttons flying off, with your bra ripped off (probably into the bushes), giving Zayne a sight of you lying on the hood flushed, needy, desperate.
Zayne doesn’t answer to your call of his name, simply letting his free hand over your tits, groping and gently squeezing. He lightly pinches your pebbled nipple causing you to whine and arch, your hips pushing back into his still moving fingers. You’re already so, so sensitive; but his digits don’t stop probing and curling against your insides. You’re pretty sure there’s a growing trail of your juices already splattered on his car; but his digits start thrusting again and you can only moan and cry.
“Z-Zayne!”
With a scoff, he finally answers. “Oh? What was that, sweetheart? You’re cumming again?”
Your pussy answers for you, clenching tight as you soak his fingers again. With heaving breaths, your body sags against the hood as he mercifully, finally pulls his digits out of your cunt.
You watch with a whimper how Zayne brings his hand to his lips, licking and sucking every drop of your essence. His other hand hasn’t left your tits, so you hold onto it – pulling it to your face, encircling a digit with your wet lips and tongue as you mimic him.
His cock twitches, and your cunt clenches. The tension builds, and you wonder if you have to start begging for his cock soon. But he pulls his hands away, grabbing you by the thighs to pull you until your ass meets the edge of the hood.
You let out a sigh and a moan as you finally feel his cock nudging against your folds. The wet, slick sounds as it slides against you building your anticipation.
“You look so beautiful like this, sweetheart. Cunt so ready and wet as you're writhing on top of my car.”
“Z-Zayne, hurry~” you try to cant your hips, but his hold on you is firm.
“Patience, love. I want to commit this image to memory. I want to remember you like this every time I drive my car. So beautiful and wanton, so desperate to be filled by me.”
You shiver at the low tone of his voice, breathlessly stuttering as you tease. “O-oh? Maybe you should fuck me like this at the hospital parking then.”
A sudden, light slap on your thigh makes you twitch. The sound you let out a mix of a yelp and a moan. You continue, “Does Dr. Zayne like that idea?” A breathless giggle from you as he gives another slight slap on your thigh, closer to your gushing core this time. “Ooh~ Who would have thought there’s a bit of exhibitionist streak in Dr. Zayne? I didn’t know you were kink– ah!”
The next slap is delivered right on your clit, and you feel yourself gush. Zayne clicks his tongue, “I wanted to take it slow as I take you under the stars, but I keep forgetting how you like to misbehave.” He rolls his hips, the head of his cock kissing your cunt before it pulls away. Again and again he teases you, nearly nudging his tip inside, only to keep pulling away at the last second.
Your hips are locked in place and your hands are clawing at his arms as you whine. Zayne’s smirking down on you, but even his self-control is withering away. His cock is so hard it hurts, and the way your pussy is so empty and begging him to be filled. He can see how you stain the finish of his car, can feel how you keep dripping every time his cock almost pushes in.
It wasn’t long before he’s pushing down his weight, folding you nearly in half, his lips descending on yours to swallow up your scream as he thrusts home in one movement. Just the sensation of being filled up pushes you over the brink again, creaming all over his cock as your walls hug him tight.
Zayne’s lips pull away from yours, biting down on your neck so you wouldn’t hear the pathetic groan he let out when he feels your pussy spasm around him. As he struggles to regain his calm, your hands are already holding onto his broad shoulders and your heels digging into his back as your legs wrap around his waist.
His pace starts shallow and slow as he leaves more bites and marks on your neck down to your chest. With each nip on your skin, he leaves a gentle kiss as a way of apology. And when he reaches your breasts, he’s teasing your nipples with his teeth, swirling his tongue over them before sucking them into his mouth. His thrusts start to be rougher as he sucks on you harsher. One of your hands moves to his hair, roughly tugging the dark strands as a silent demand to your other neglected tit.
So he keeps marking your tits, probably leaving bitemarks and hickeys that would stay for days. Meanwhile his cock keeps hammering into your cunt at a steady pace, a sheen coating his fat cock as it drills into you over and over again, deep enough to kiss your womb every time.
There’s not much words traded when it comes to sex with Zayne. He’d rather busy his mouth on your skin as he listens to the melody of your screams and moans. He loves when he’s reduced you to babbling his name, incoherently trying to tell him, “Faster, ngh– Zayne! M-more! Ahn, oh th-there!” He loves it when you proclaim your love to him, “Oh, god Zayne! L-love you! Love your cock– mm!” He’s learned your body like the back of his hand, confident that no one else would make you lose your damn mind like he can.
And as much as he loves your voice, he also loves the way your cunt sings for him. Oh, how it sounds so filthy with every thrust of his cock. It’s like your cunt was also begging him for more. He knew the exact sounds when he’s reaching deep enough to make you squeal, knew when his cock was pounding your womb, and his favorite is the sound of your cunt squirting for him.
“F-fuck! Zayne!” You scream as you reach your high again, drenching his cock. He can feel you squirt hard enough to wet his thighs and further dirty his car. With one last thrust, he unloads his cock into you, pulling back from marking your chest to watch how milky fluid drips down his shaft. Even when he’s still plugged into you, your mixed fluids leaks out. Drop by drop, making the puddle on his car even bigger.
Slowly, he pulls out. Hazel green eyes fixed on your gaping pussy, watching how his cum slowly oozes out, dripping onto the hood of his car. The way sweat clings onto your skin; and how the harsh light of the LED bulbs makes the strong contrast of the shadows highlight your lewd form even more.
You whimper, and Zayne’s concern is immediately on you. His eyebrows furrow, guilt quickly gnawing at him as he worries if he was too rough on you. With shaky legs you get off the hood, his hands quickly flying to your waist to steady you. But then you turn around and bend over, your trembling hands reaching back to pull the cheeks of your ass apart.
And, fuck, if the sight of your cum-filled pussy isn’t enough to undo him. With a tired wink, you coo at him, “‘S not enough, Zayne. Need more. Need you.”
Zayne huffs, rolling his eyes with a smile as his worry ebbs away. He’s on you again, but gentler this time. His large, eager hands kneading your ass as cum drips onto the ground. His chest on your back as he tilts your chin so you could kiss him back. His rapidly hardening cock easily slips back into your folds.
“Was I too rough?” He asks between kisses, hips slowly grinding against your ass; and his cock slowly rubbing at your walls.
“Mmn, no. Just missed you. We haven’t fucked in two weeks.” Your eyes flutter shut as you feel his cock probing against your spot again.
“I’m sorry, love,” sincerity laced in his voice. Zayne makes sure you feel every inch of his cock when he slowly drags back before roughly pushing back in. Each inch making you moan and tremble, and every slight movement getting you wetter again. His arm is secured around your waist, making sure you can’t run away from the pleasure he’s giving you. This time he showers you with praises and apologies – Sorry, it’s been hectic at the hospital. I’ll make it up to you, love. That’s it, sweetheart. Do you feel my cock reaching deep? Always so good for me, that’s my good girl.
When you’re pushed down on the hood, your poor, pebbled and sensitive nipples rubbing against the metal, you’re still babbling about how you forgive him, how you’re so grateful to spend time with him, how his cock always makes you feel so, so good. And, oh, it feels so fucking good. Every time his cock fills you up, you can feel yourself getting stupid. Like your whole world is reduced to the sensation between your legs; because nothing matters at this moment except for the way Zayne makes love to you.
And when he’s cumming inside you again, you sigh in bliss, feeling your cunt milk him for every drop. When he stills and nudges his cock deeper into your womb, you blissfully surrender to release again. It’s so fucking wet inside your cunt; and even between your thighs, his cum and yours dripping down your legs. But then you’re pushing back against him to turn around and press your body against him. Your lips smash together, your tongue eagerly exploring his mouth as his tongue dances along with yours. It’s only then that you notice how hot Zayne’s body is against your skin, only remembering that you’re still outside and it’s late enough that the temperature has dropped.
But the only logical thing you could think of is, “In the car.” Zayne breaks the kiss, processing what you said; but you’re already pulling him as you open the door of the car. He’s about to speak but you kiss him again, pushing him to half-lie half-sprawl in the backseat, awkwardly straddling him with the car door still open as your hand eagerly guides his cock back inside you.
“F-fuck,” Zayne is breathless, trying not to fall over while also keeping you upright on his lap. “Slow down. We have a bed inside–ngh!” His words might as well have fallen onto deaf ears as you don’t comprehend, only focused on riding his cock. You swirl your hips, slowly pushing yourself up on shaking legs. Inside? What inside? Yes, yes, we’re already inside the car!
Zayne would have laughed at how cockdrunk you already are, your expression only a mix of daze and lust; but he’s too distracted by how sensitive his cock is. Gods, you’re absolutely starved. He can’t help but slightly buck his hips everytime you push down and take his cock in. He can’t even be concerned right now at how he’d have to clean his car later on. It’s taking all of his willpower not to whimper as he feels your pussy clench, intent on sucking him dry.
He didn’t even realize he had shut his eyes closed, until your lips were suddenly on neck, nipping on his Adam’s apple before moving further down. With every shift of your hips you leave a bite, drunkenly giggling as you feel his cock twitch inside you everytime. His delicious pecs and abs are for your feasting – making sure to leave as many marks as he had on you.
Then suddenly, Zayne grabs at your hips, pulling you back on his thick cock for one, two more times; before he groans and cums again. You let out a happy whine, following him over the edge. Your cunt is overflowing with cum, the wet sensation should be uncomfortable and yet you’re happily welcoming the final spurt of his cock inside you.
The car seats are definitely stained at this point, but Zayne simply lies down as he catches his breath. He glances at your form, bonelessly lying on his chest, eyes already unfocused and about to shut in exhaustion. He snorts. A getaway to relax indeed.
He would have probably dozed off too, but his back was already hurting at the difficult position you guys have. So with careful maneuvers, he manages to stand and carry you in his arms. With a last glance and a disapproving but amused shake of his head at his poor car, he slams the door shut.
Inside the cabin, he prepares a warm bath as he removes both of your clothes (which miraculously stayed mostly on, aside from a few items which have probably been kicked under the car). You finally stir moments later, the refreshing sensation of a bath welcoming you back into consciousness.
“Oh, we’re back inside,” you mutter, looking around the tub and leaning back against Zayne’s chest. He hums consequently, gently scrubbing the dirt off your arms.
“OHHHHH,” you tilt your head up, looking at him. “Inside! You meant inside the cabin, ohhh…”
Zayne pauses, looks you dead in the eye as if you’ve grown a second head then laughs. A loud laugh that has his whole frame shaking and has you stammering indignantly.
“I-! I thought like inside the car! Because we were, you know– on the car! I–come on, Zayne!” You wildly gesture, flinging soap suds everywhere. You can feel the heat on your face as you simmer in embarrassment remembering how horny (and horny-stupid) you were. But pushing Zayne to the point of wheezing at least makes you feel it was worth it.
When Zayne finally regains his breath and you’re done blubbering excuses; he gives you a kiss on the forehead as you both finish the bath in relative silence. Finally ready for bed, Zayne lies down with open arms; and you quickly lie in his embrace, sighing as familiar strong arms surround you. As you yawn, eyes heavy, he nudges you one last time.
“Hm?” You drowsily look at him.
Zayne, with an oddly smug expression, pats the mattress. “And this is the bed I was talking about.”
“Zayne, you–!”
With another kiss on your forehead, he playfully chastises you, “Don’t worry. We’ll get better acquainted with the bed tomorrow.”
Not on the Couch (Xavier / Shen Xing Hui x Reader)
A/N: Hello??? Me posting in the year 2025??? I haven't written for so so soooo long and now I'm posting idek anymore how to post. I think my tag system are now broken too lmao. Whyyyyyyy.
Oh yeah, my first LAD fic lol.
Warnings: NSFW, PWP
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You bite back a chuckle as you see Xavier sitting on the couch, legs spread and head thrown back with his eyes shut. There’s a slight furrow in his brows as he shifts a bit, still unable to sleep yet so, so sleepy.
It’s only been a trip to the supermarket and the afternoon bazaar, and yet Xavier had been yawning the whole day. Maybe you shouldn’t have badgered him into playing that new co-op game you bought. You guys have spent the last couple of nights barely getting enough sleep trying to get to the final boss. Even Xavier, ‘video game extraordinaire’ (as you put it) had a tough time with the game; and you laughed to yourself how he stubbornly stayed up trying to prove he could beat it.
You sigh, putting away the last of the groceries in the cupboard, packing up the paper bags, and washing your hands.
Xavier doesn’t even stir when you approach, but you know he’s still awake based on his posture and breathing. You were about to reach out when you’re suddenly yanked onto his lap.
“Oof!” You shift on his lap, an arm around his shoulders to steady yourself. “You good?” you ask softly, a tinge of worry in your voice.
“Mm,” Xavier slowly opens his eyes. “Tired, but I can’t sleep.”
“Want me to make some tea? That might help.”
He shakes his head, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you close. He rests his head on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent before he yawns widely.
“Lie down at least. That might help,” you say, running a hand through his soft locks. “You should change out of those clothes too.”
You try to get up, but his arms around your waist are secured, his hold surprisingly strong. You open your mouth to urge him to move, when Xavier shifts. A pause as you feel a familiar…bump against your thigh.
“Xavier…” you start, but he just rubs his face further against your neck. “Are you hard?”
He lifts his head, his bangs barely letting you take a peek at his gaze – tired but knowing, silent but mischievous.
“Not on the couch–!” You exclaim, voice rising only to yelp when you’re suddenly pushed down on your back. Your wrists are pinned above your head, and a smug Xavier looks down on you. There’s an innocent expression on his face that you’re totally not buying; and with an equally innocent yet unconvincing voice, “It’ll help me get sleepy.”
“You’re already sleepy!”
“I still have some energy to burn.”
“Not on the couch!” You throw him an unimpressed glance. He doesn’t budge, leaning in instead to give you a quick peck on the lips.
“I won’t fuck you on the couch,” he amends, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead he shifts downward, greedy hands already trailing up your legs and up your thighs. Your short dress, already hiking up. And yet you don’t even deny him, your legs automatically welcoming him between them.
Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you call his name again but you’re not even sure if it’s to stop him or urge him. “Xav–”
“I won’t fuck you on the couch,” he repeats. A kiss on your ankle, then another on your calf…those lips trailing upwards to your thigh. His eyes never leave yours and you’re frozen in anticipation. “Just going to taste you a bit before I fuck you on the bed.”
Then you’re falling back again on the sofa, as his head disappears between your thighs. You can feel his breath over you, a lingering kiss on your inner thigh as fingers start tracing the edges of your panties.
You obediently lift your hips as he tugs them down, biting back a whimper when Xavier leans in again. His fingers caress your inner thighs before moving to spread you open, chuckling lowly at how your pretty cunt clenches as if greeting him in welcome. He didn’t waste any more time, moving in to trace his tongue along your folds, slightly moaning as your familiar sweet taste hits his tongue.
Your breathing stutters, hands grabbing purchase at his silver hair. Canting your hips upwards, you gasp as you feel Xavier’s mouth enclose around your clit, licking and sucking. The skirt of your dress blocks the sight of him, but the obscene wet sounds between your legs are more than enough to make you squirm.
“Mmf, mm, thanks for the meal,” Xavier remembers his manners, not letting you retort back as his tongue makes you forget how to string words.
It’s a struggle to keep your thighs open, to not shut them tight around his head as you feel him zealously eating you out. You have no idea where his mouth or tongue are going to strike next – playing with your folds or sucking at your clit, or his tongue suddenly dipping in your cunt. A finger or two suddenly joining in, thrusting inside you shallowly as you whine his name.
“X-Xavier– fuck– slow down,” you desperately call, unable to stop the sudden loud moan when his tongue starts fucking you alongside his crooking fingers.
“So wet, angel. Your pretty cunt taste so good,” Xavier moans, breathing hard and yet unwilling to pull away from your cunt for even a breath. You hope that you’re not dripping onto the couch, and you’re confidently assured in knowing that Xavier would lick every drop of your nectar anyways.
As if reading your mind, he answers, “Don’t worry, won’t let you stain the couch again. Will just make you cum in my mouth, angel.”
You buck your hips against his face, but Xavier just cranes his neck, pushing himself even more against your cunt. His free arm wound around to lock your hips, making sure you grind that pretty cunt of yours against his hungry mouth. He is grunting and groaning, tongue slurping every drop you give as he makes a mess of your cunt. The occasional praise reaches your ears – Taste s’ good, mm, been wanting you on my tongue all day. Walking around town in your cute dress tempting me.
It isn’t long before your cumming, unable to stop or even delay the rush of orgasm, not when he’s fucking you hard with three fingers as his mouth sucks on your sensitive clit.
As Xavier pulls away, showing you and your poor cunt a rare chance of mercy, you heave in a lungful of air. Your thighs feel sticky, as does your entire body. Your now disheveled hair sticks to your sweaty neck and forehead. Even with just a summer dress on, you feel hot, too hot; so you tug it off, quickly unclasping your bra next letting your clothes fall onto the floor.
Xavier is ahead of you, already undressing when he pulled away, roughly yanking his shirt and kicking off his pants. There’s no need for further ceremony, no need for a show of seduction – not now, not when you’re both aching and impatient. Bare skin meets against bare skin as you throw yourself on him, straddling him on the couch. Your lips finding his desperately, immediately welcoming his tongue against yours. Your hands greedily grasping at his arms and abs; relishing in the feel of his muscles tensing under your touch.
Likewise his larger hands explore your body – squeezing your ass and thighs before moving up your back and sides, only to grasp at your bare tits. Making you squirm with his hands as he fondles your breast, playfully pinching your nipples as you continue to kiss and kiss and kiss as if you wanted to devour each other.
“My gorgeous angel, always so beautiful for me,” he whispers, eyes dazed in lust and affection. The way you arch your back for him, pressing your chest further into his hands makes him want to lick and suck at them. But he couldn’t pull away from the kiss, his tongue wrestling against yours as you keep writhing on his lap.
And with a simple roll of your hips, you feel his cock against your soaked folds. His poor cock that was begging for attention since he ate you out, already leaking and eager to feel your tight warmth.
“B-bed,” you gasp between kisses, but you don’t move. You don’t stop grinding your cunt against his cock, you don’t stop Xavier when he bucks his hips back or when he keeps grabbing your tits, fondling those soft mounds in his palms.
“You’re so wet angel. Want to feel you wrapped around my cock.”
“Ngh, X-Xavier,” you whimper, rolling your hips again and again, hearing how your dripping cunt meets his leaking cock. Feeling his precum smear against you as the head of his cock bumps against your clit. There’s a fire in your gut that makes your pussy clench, that maybe just by humping him you could cum again. But – No, no, no. Want him inside, oh god. I want that cock filling me up and railing me into next week.
You don’t stop him when Xavier lines up his cock against your entrance; and he doesn’t stop you from sitting down, taking every inch of him in a single movement. You gasp his name feeling so, so full and so, so warm.
“So full, oh god, Xavier” you whimper when his strong hands hold your hips steady. You whine as you try to move, but his firm grip doesn’t let you. It feels so good already even when he doesn’t move. The sensation of being stretched and filled has your eyes fluttering shut.
Then you’re being lifted, and you’re clawing at Xavier’s back, the sudden shift making you scramble for anchor. Xavier stands, pausing a bit as he feels sink down an inch more on his cock. He shuts his eyes for a moment, feeling your pussy clench around him deliciously, feeling that slow drip of your cum down the shaft of his cock. Then he finally moves, slowly walking towards the bedroom, meeting your lips as you moan pathetically against his mouth.
A step, and a step, and another step nearer and nearer towards the bed. And with every step you feel his cock rubbing against your walls. You’re desperate to fall onto the soft mattress; but instead he pushes you against the wall, thrusting hard once, letting you feel how deep his cock is reaching when he holds you like this – legs around his waist as you throw your head back against the wall, enjoying how his rhythm finally goes faster.
“S’ tight and warm,” Xavier groans, lips attaching to your neck as he leaves a trail of blooming red and purple marks on your skin. He feels your nails digging into his back; but he keeps his pace, angling his thrusts to make sure his cock reaches deep enough to knock on your womb.
“X-Xav– ahn, s’ so good– fuck–” you’re blabbering, gasping, moaning, drooling. You can only hold on, letting your cunt clench tight around his cock, as if not wanting to let go. You can feel your pussy dripping and drooling; the wet, slapping sounds of skin against skin so loud even against your moans. Your breath hitches as you feel your womb being brutally kissed by the head of his cock, and then you’re violently shuddering with a scream of Xavier’s name.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck–” Xavier grits his teeth, holding you steady as you suddenly tighten around him. Liquid squirting onto his cock and thighs as you came. He staves off his own orgasm, throwing both of you on the bed. And you’re not even done cumming before he’s fucking you again, pushing your thighs wide open and your legs up in the air until you’re nearly folded in half.
With you on the bed, he can finally fuck you harder, faster, rougher. Xavier doesn’t hold back, his cock hammering your insides. Your poor sensitive pussy, still squirting, making a mess everywhere. You don’t know whether to grab onto him or onto the sheets, until Xavier drags your hand onto your own thighs. Silently instructing you – Be a good girl and keep those legs wide open for me.
And oh, you’ll be so good for him, won’t you? You’re unaware of what noises you’re making, but you obediently keep your legs open for Xavier. Keeping your eyes on him, watching how he fucks you just as desperately – the way sweat drips down his chest and abs, how his muscle tenses as his cock carves home in your cunt. The way his blue eyes flicker back and forth from your lewd expressions to your vulgar, weeping cunt.
“My pretty angel, so beautiful–” Xavier’s muttering under his breath, singing you praises and sin. “So beautiful when you’re being fucked. Pussy so good to me– hah, ngh, so tight and wet.”
And when Xavier finally falls over the bed, cock twitching to fill you up; you cum again – or maybe you never stopped, and your pussy just weeps in joy too. It’s messy and downright obscene. The way you squirt again, the way your cunt clenched tight around him, the way you wrap your legs around your waist, pulling him deeper and deeper with a stray thought of his cock filling your womb up.
You’re screaming you think; but Xavier’s silencing you with his own lips, gently canting his hips to keep his cock grinding against your walls, making sure every drop stays inside your cunt.
When you both finally come down from your highs, you don’t pull away. Wrapped in each other’s embrace, Xavier gently coos at you – Thank you, angel. You did so well. My pretty baby always taking care of me so well. He hums a slow lullaby as your eyes struggle to stay open. He’s also drifting too, already feeling the lull of familiar sleep, exhaustion seeping into his bones.
You both close your eyes, breaths slowing down into an even rhythm. Your leg over his hips keeps him against you, inside you; but he doesn’t want to pull away anyways. If you weren’t so fucked out and tired, you might have whined about cleaning up; but you surrender yourself to sleep as Xavier mumbles an “I love you.” Noting to yourself, I’ll say it back when I wake up.
Idk if I can go back to writing more fics. Or at least reader fics.
I really miss writing and drawing. I haven't been able to do anything for months because of mental health issues, physical health issues, and work work work (and did I mention work?). And...well, I keep thinking, "When I get better."
...............But now I am at the point I don't think I will.
I usually write reader fics as a sort of self-insert happiness boost for myself. But now the mental health has declined and keeps declining (lmao there is not rock bottom just an endless pit), everything I try to write looks shit.
Ranting about the donghua (chinese anime) How Dare You!?
So I stumbled upon a clip randomly and thought ooh funny. Then I saw it was on the qiyi yt for free until like the fourth or fifth episode. So i watched it a bit, skimmed a bit to just see if it’s interesting. Got hooked. Now there I was scrambling how to get access to watch the locked episodes. Made an account, subscribed, binged from start to latest.
I wasn’t satisfied. I was restless. Curious. Insatiable. There I was looking it up. Oh it’s based on a novel. Scouring whether it’s posted somewhere or even if there’s just spoilers (cuz I’m chill with spoilers). I just have that desire to KNOW. WHAT. HAPPENS.
I found it. A link to it. But in chinese. My language skills are barely elementary passable. Desperately translating the entire web page.
Read all 27 chapters in one sitting and all the epilogues. Went through a roll of tissue from all the emotions. Now lying in bed at 5 am. Still crying. I have work at 9 am tomorrow. More crying. But so many damn emotions.
I am attracted to Messmer and I’m not sorry fmdkfkfkfkfk. I need a modern AU or happy AU where the war and carnage didn’t happen and the man can get the love he deserves. Please we already got the tragic what if in the canon where he could have been much more.
