There’s quite a few books that have gone into detail about the myth of Eros and Psyche and I wanted to share a few of the ones I’ve read and have been skimming over the past couple of days! These tackle the myth from all different perspectives and have everything you could want or need when it comes to researching this myth. I’ll update this with new ones I find in the future!
Psyche’s knife by Elizabeth Eowyn Nelson
This book specifically goes into detail about the knife Psyche carries when she goes to sneak up on Eros in the night to kill him and all its metaphorical meanings. You get a little bit of everything in this book. I really liked this book as it fleshed out Psyche as a character and went into depth on her feelings when it came to killing Eros and also the thought process behind all of her other decisions in the myth.
Amor and Psyche by Erich Neumann
I’d recommend this book first. You get the myth and then in depth commentary on it and all the metaphors and symbolism in the story. I can also link a pdf for this one here
Love and the soul by James Gollnick
This book is GREAT! It explores the myth through both Jungian and Freudian psychology and in a way that’s very easy to comprehend and digest. I’m currently reading this one.
Alchemy of the soul by Martin Lowenthal
What you think and more. Explores the human condition and what the story means through an alchemical lens. Really interesting and I’m also in the middle of reading this one.
🏹 spray some rose water on your face or body for self care, to smell good, & to attract love
🏹 write love letters to Eros, your friends, lovers
🏹 learn the practice of archery / admire it
🏹 apply a love dust to yourself every day as a simple devotion & offering when you’re low on spoons
🏹 practice sex or love magick in the name of Eros
🏹 write romantic poetry or recite Sappho’s poems since she was a worshipper of Eros & Aphrodite. Also, she crafted poems of bittersweet & charming romance.
🏹 practice self love & self care! Dedicate a self care night to Eros; take a long bath with rose petals, try out some new face masks, read a romantic book or jam out to some sweet songs, eat some chocolates, hang out with him and take the first step of loving yourself.
🏹 treat yourself to lingerie/sex toys/new clothes/makeup/get yourself something that’ll boost your confidence & make you feel desirable!
🏹 create a devotional playlist of songs that make you feel soft, lovely, & fond of life & beauty & love.
🏹 personally, I’ve seen that Eros adores to bake with me, especially when the recipe calls for chocolate & cinnamon. So bake some chocolate cookies with some strawberry icing with loving & bonding intentions & share it with loved ones!
🏹 learn a Romance Language like spanish or French!
🏹 protect the lgtb community! If you’re lgbt+, know that you are valid & deserve healthy love! (We stan our same-sex love defender & guardian, Lord Eros!!!)
🏹 kiss the necklace/ring/bracelet you dedicate to him every day since he is known to be the god of kisses
🏹 light phallic shaped candles in his name (if you can!)
🏹 dab vanilla extract to your wrists, the back of your ears, and a bit on your neck to smell sweet
🏹 work with nymphs or satyrs!
🏹 and lastly, Eros was sweet, charming, & loving, but he was also stubborn, mischievous, & stood up for himself when he knew he had to. Remember to be kind, but to not let people walk all over you. Stand up for yourself & remember that you are amazing in Eros’ name!
How to get closer |
♡ Meditate upon him; channel your godphone and let his voice, touch, and thoughts embrace you. Listen to him & talk to him.
♡ celebrate valentine’s day in his name if you’re comfortable with that! Honor him/Pray to him every Friday as that is his sacred day.
♡ if you become romantic with Eros, write him love letters, bake him sweets, muse about him in poems, leave a space open on your bed for him to fall asleep with you, do as you would do with any lover <3
♡ most devotees of love deities begin practicing in love magick! Of course, you don’t have to become a love witch or dedicate a large part of your craft to love magick, but it’s a way to get closer to Eros.
♡ don’t be afraid to be who you are around him. Don’t be afraid to cry in front of him, vent to him about your stress & drama, giggle to him, goof off with him, blush at him, express your anxiety & doubts; don’t be afraid to show your emotions & love for him. Be who you are & trust that Eros loves you with every fiber in his being & will try his best to help you.
thinking about how each lads man has his own way of comforting his wife.
sylus would plan a surprise getaway; a private island that he owns or an exclusive island near some country you’ve never heard of. he spoils you rotten by booking at a seven star hotel, daily shopping trips, but the best of all is the daily spa & yoga sessions every morning and every night. you’ve never been so relax. in fact, it’s like you’ve never been anxious before.
as for zayne, he’s more of a hands on type of guy. he knows that the only way to calm you down is by having you be active. be it a cooking class, kayaking, poetry, etc. he noticed that your mood improves significantly when you have something to do with your hands. being hyper-focused on task where there’s instant rewards, distracts you from your anxiety. like right now, you’re at a ceramic painting workshop and zayne is relieved to see you so calm and put together.
while caleb is more about grounding. he’s cuddling you on the couch or on the bed. there’s a calm movie playing in the background, the lights are dimmed, and his fingers are playing with yours. he’s whispering sweet nothings while also listening to your anxious thoughts. he’s encouraging you to let it all out while his shirt becomes a makeshift tissue for your snot and tears but he doesn’t mind. he’s just glad that you trust him enough to be vulnerable. he’s thankful that you’ve calmed down after crying.
rafayel would definitely take you to a splatter room. it’s his way of telling you to let all of your anger, fear, and anxiety out. it’s a beautiful chaotic mess the way you splash paint on the walls, a mosaic of neon green, neon red, and neon yellow. the paint is on your clothes, your hair, and your face but you’ve never looked so ethereal, in rafayel’s opinion. especially at how you’re easily laughing and smiling after so long.
i think xavier would buy those fancy night lights that project the stars and galaxy on the walls or ceilings. he’ll lay down on the bed or on the carpeted floor with you to gaze at the artificial lights. it’s silent but not in a suffocating way. the light quiets the thoughts in your head and xavier is glad that you aren’t trembling like a life next to him. he’s holding your hand in a loose grip as he watches you watch the stars.
Okay, let me explain really quick. I had multiple people messaging me regarding the removal of the "coming soon" message. Bless @captain-ponytail for being the first to send me proof.
Now, I'm going to be honest with you. I freaked, I caved, and I got on the game myself to go through all of the Valko details we had prior to this update. Crucify me if you must, but I needed cold, hard, verifiable proof. My boycott officially restarts now.
Video and photos below the cut. I apologize for the quality of the photos...I was in a rush.
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i am absolutely BAFFLED by the way Infold has handled this whole situation. first, you say that Valko isn’t going anywhere. three days later, you cancel him. then you go completely silent for almost a week??
and, mind you, that announcement was just straight up weird. “miss hunters” instead of “deepspace hunters.” no official badge. the HASHTAG. even the wording is just strange.
someone brought this up on X—what if it was a cry for help? Infold kind of got backed into a corner by the CN antis. the bullying, the threats, the 731 situation (which appeared in Xavier’s story in April and has no correlation to Valko at all). what if they did this because it was the only way forward?
maybe i’m giving them the benefit of the doubt, but what if getting the entire fanbase to rally around Valko was the only true way to reinstate him? appease your enemy until your allies arrive type deal? i have a very hard time believing they willingly threw away years of hard work simply because of a vocal minority. people have complained about plenty of other things before, and Infold hasn’t done anything.
i’m optimistic about Valko returning—i really am—but this whole situation just rubs me the wrong way. especially now with Infold’s legal department and the police getting involved. a lawyer will always tell you to say silent until all of your bases are covered. i honestly just wish they would tell us what’s going on instead of leaving us in the dark.
anyway, just wanted to throw that out there. don’t lose hope, friends! the protest has been going strong for almost a week, and it shows no signs of slowing down. we can and WILL bring Valko home! reports coming tomorrow, as always. <3
the lads men discover your secret kink when they stumble upon all the x-rated videos you’ve been hoarding on twitter. busted... but why hide it when your boyfriend’s more than willing to take a seat in your fantasy? — wc. 6.1k
STARRING ♱ xavier ⌇zayne ⌇rafayel ⌇sylus ⌇caleb
WARNINGS ♱ X-RATED VISUALS ARE LINKED. must be logged in to twitter/x to view. fem!reader, ungodly amount of pet names, heavy praise — (sylus) free use, bondage, cum eating/swapping, switch!sy, oral (f. receiving) — (zayne) spanking, meanie!zayne, heavy praise, use of good girl, lowk cervix fking — (rafayel) dubcon-ish (?), somnophilia, degradation (use of slut), mean dom!raf, some yandere themes — (caleb) facesitting/fucking, some use of gravity evol, brief mention of insecurities — (xavier) sub!xavier, begging, edging (m. receiving) — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
KIT’S NOTE ♱ hehe new year, new medicli layout >:3 i hope you all enjoy my first multi hc of the year! if u see any mistakes, no u didn’t! reblogs and comments are so greatly appreciated, i’d love to hear y’all’s thoughts on this :)<3
ᯓ 秦彻 ⟢ SYLUS ˖᯽ ݁˖ — big bf lets you have your way with him #freeuse
sylus shouldn’t pry—this much he knows. there are boundaries that should never be crossed and this? this is one of them.
your phone is open to a twitter profile. some blank account with an obscure user and the locked symbol next to your name. it’s a private twitter account following 20 people with 5 followers. but it’s the most recent tweet that catches his attention—a man naked and bound to a chair with a blindfold covering his eyes and a woman using him how she pleases.
he picks up your phone with a dry throat and his cock hardening under his slacks. the retweet reads, ugh wish he’d let me use him like this </3
you walk out of his bathroom to see his back facing you and you perk up immediately. “sy, you’re back!” you say, cheerily, but when he turns around with his jaw clenched and your phone that quietly plays the sound of one of the many videos you were watching on twitter moments prior, your smile drops.
“i didn’t realize you were into amateur adult films, sweetie.” he drawls nonchalantly, like his cock isn’t aching for your touch. but you can sense an edge that isn’t typically there.
you stammer on an excuse, feeling your face burn in mortification at having been caught retweeting porn on your alt account. “i—it’s… well, i-it’s not what it looks like.”
“yeah? because it looks like you want to use me… just like this.” he stalks towards you and waves the phone in your face, a small smile pulling at his lips. “is that true? you want to tie me to a chair, blindfold me and have your way with me?”
you pull your lip between your teeth, gnawing at the flesh anxiously. you avert your eyes, staring at your sock clad feet before you feel his fingers tip your chin up and force you to look him in the eye.
“c’mon, sweetheart. you’ll tell me, won’t you?” he murmurs, thumb pulling your bottom lip from your teeth.
“yes,” you respond, throat dry and voice wavering in lack of confidence. “i want to have my way with you.”
he gives you a wolfish grin and all he says is, “okay then.”
—
you never thought you’d see sylus like this. in a chair with rope wrapped around his torso and one of his silk ties covering his eyes. there’s a permanent smirk plastered on his face and it makes you buzz with excitement.
“don’t make me wait for so long, kitten.” he drawls, his cock bobbing up and down in dire need of attention.
you grab his neck, tipping his face up and pressing your lips against his for a sloppy kiss. you push your tongue into his mouth, savoring the deep groan that rumbles in his throat. the kiss doesn’t last long—you pull away just as he starts to get needy, watching how he chases your lips with a growl.
your hand trails down his chest, squeezing at his peck before turning around, back facing him, and grabbing his cock. a small gasp of surprise fills the room right before it’s replaced with the sound of your paired moans as you sink onto his cock.
“shit,” he curses, the word coming out breathless. his hands itch to grab you and they could if he really wanted to. he could break free from the lousy restraints, but he knows how much you want this and he wouldn’t dare rob you of this experience.
and you take him like you were made from it, bouncing on his cock, your ass clapping with every thrust. you whine for him, testing his patience. “does it feel good, sy?”
another deep growl fills your ears and shoots straight to your core. “you know it does, sweetheart. what about you, hmm? does, hah fuck, does using my cock like this satisfy you?”
you choke out a sob, sitting on him completely and grinding your hips against him with vigor. “mmhm, you’re such a good boy, baby,” you moan out, feeling his cock throb at the praise. “b-but you know what would make me feel even better?” you ask, voice cracking.
he tries to thrust into you, but you don’t give him a chance. he’s stuck in this chair with you on top of him so all he can do is pant out a strained, “what?”
“if you—mmm, if you came inside of me,” you whimper. “fuck, sy, please? please fill me up with your cum. want you to shoot it so deep inside of me, please please please?”
your pleas are so desperate, almost as if you aren’t already taking everything you want. as if you aren’t already making his cock twitch and his stomach tighten. as if you aren’t already milking him dry while he lets out a drawn out groan.
a happy moan rips from your throat when you feel his cum spray inside you, filling you so deep just how you wanted. you let him empty himself, waiting till every drop of cum is spilled into you before pulling off his cock, grabbing a fistfull of his hair and bringing his face to your messy, filled cunt.
his surprised moan is muffled by your pussy. you figured he’d rip through the rope and push you away, but he happily laps and sucks at your hole, licking up every bit of your mixed arousal that leaks out of you.
you whine, heat flooding your body as you grind your ass against his face. “y-yeah, eat your cum out of me, just like that, sy,”
“dirty girl,” he murmurs against your cunt before devouring you whole, the sounds of smacking and slurping and groaning resuming.
your knees nearly give out, the only thing holding you up is the death grip you have on his silver locks. you jolt and tremble before him and he doesn’t need to see to know you’re close.
all it takes is a raspy, “cum on my face, sweet girl,” for you to completely unravel, legs shaking uncontrollably as you paint his face in syrupy arousal. you’re reduced to whines and whimpers of his name and sylus just wishes he could see you.
and his wish is granted mere seconds later when you’re weakly tugging the blindfold off of him, taking his gleaming face in your hand and pressing your lips to his to taste the two of you on him.
he groans, passing the release into your mouth while pulling on the restraints in a need to grab you.
“you did so well for me, sy.”
“mmm, thank you, sweetie. and,” his voice drops to a whisper. “next time you want to recreate something… just tell me.”
ᯓ 黎深 ⟢ ZAYNE ˖᯽ ݁˖ — meanie!bf makes you ask for permission to cum #spanking
zayne never uses social media. especially not twitter. but you convinced him to download it so you could send him funny tweets and cute cat videos. he shook his head and downloaded the app just to get you to shut up, but he never actually opened it.
one rare and quiet day, with nothing on his schedule and you stuck at work, curiosity finally got the better of him. he made an account on a whim, and that’s when he saw it: suggested accounts. yours, right at the top, labeled as someone he “may know.” a small, fond smile curved his lips as he tapped on your profile, warmth blooming in his chest at the sight of your cute icon staring back at him.
but that smile fell just as quick as it came when he scrolled a bit too far and found a quote retweet captioned, “does anyone wish their bf would do this to them too??? :((( being spanked then doted on… sigh.”
he watched the video with a dry throat and widened eyes. the first thought that came to mind was that you posted this on your public profile—but then he noticed you only had 15 followers. still, he’ll have to remind you of your digital footprint.
once the initial shock wore off… he watched the video again. is this what you wanted? to be ruthlessly fucked from the back and spanked… by him?
zayne closes the app, clears his throat and throws his head back against the couch he’s sitting on. he pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a shaky exhale.
if that’s what you want… then that’s what you’ll get.
—
he waits patiently for you to trudge past the door, trying to keep himself busy with god knows what till he hears it. the sound of your keychains rattling and the click of the door as you unlock it and walk in.
“hi, zaynie,” you breathe, skipping towards him and pressing a wet kiss to his cheek. one whiff of you and all he can think about is doing all the naughty things you’ve been secretly wanting. his cock aches. his blood thrums. he needs it now.
“are you okay?” you pull back, concerned by his silence and even more deterred when you see his hardened face.
when he speaks, it’s low and stern. a voice you’ve only heard a handful of times. “bedroom. now, please.”
you let out a confused chuckle. “what for?”
when he raises an eyebrow at you, you cower, nodding your head and scurrying to the bedroom like he asked.
it’s nothing like what you expected. you didn’t expect zayne to walk in and strip you bare without a word, didn’t expect him to bend you over the bed and press himself into your tight, waiting warmth. and you definitely didn’t expect his hand to come down hard on your ass—the sharp, thunderous crack filling the room, followed instantly by your startled squeak.
“this is what you wanted, is it not?” he pants, fucking into you with vigor melting at the sound of your sweet, surprised moans. “this is what you were talking about on your twitter, right?”
your voice comes watery, confused. “wh-what?” you ask, hands fisting at the sheets, your body jolting with every sharp, rough thrust.
his hand comes down, your other cheek meeting the same fate and it has another desperate moan crawling out of you. “you wanted to, what was it? get spanked and doted on, huh?”
and then it hits you suddenly—vividly. you remember the video. it was a faceless man taking a faceless girl from behind, ruthless, almost cruel in the way he fucked her. you remember the sharp smack of his hand against her skin, how badly you’d wished it were you and zayne instead. but what turned you on the most—what lodged itself deep inside your core—was the contrast of it all. the way the stranger’s rough, unyielding actions clashed with the softness of his words. the concept of being fucked like a slut while being praised like a good girl. it made you spin.
it only made you think of zayne. zayne and his large, calloused hands. zayne and his sweet voice. zayne and his cock that stretched and fucked you so good that it makes you cry.
and you’d be lying if you said the thought of him realizing this… realizing it’s what you’d wanted all along… didn’t make heat pool low in your stomach all over again.
you clench tightly around him, turning your heated face into the pillow that smelled just like him. this only makes him laugh, humorlessly.
“yeah, you’re remembering now, aren’t you, my darling girl?” his throaty voice only turns you on further. you arch your back and wiggle your ass as an invitation. an invitation for him to give you more. to go hard. “that’s it. good girl.”
you shudder at the praise. “f-fuck,” the curse is whimpered against the silk fabric of his pillow. “fuck, zayne, it’s s-so—god! so deep. feels so good!” you feel him everywhere, but especially in your tightening stomach. you’re already at the precipice of an orgasm and it only makes zayne want to fuck you right to the finish line.
zayne hums, spanking you again just to hear a giggly moan and it makes his heart want to beat out of his chest. “you’re so precious,” he whispers before his hand laces in your hair and pulls your face away from the pillow. “did you want me to find that tweet, sweetheart? so i could spank you and pull at your hair? so i could fuck you stupid on my cock?”
you don’t bother hiding it. you wanted this more than anything. you craved this more than anything. “yes, yes, yes! please!”
“gooood girl,” he murmurs softly. it’s a perfect contradiction to the way his cock drives into you, the tip just barely brushing your cervix. it’s too much. you’re wound tight as hell, a dam on the brink of bursting, and zayne feels it instantly.
“you wanna cum?”
you can barely form the words, desperation breaking your voice as you beg, “can i…? please?”
“yes, baby. cum for me,” he grunts, fist tightening in your hair, pulling you into a deeper arch. “come on. cum all over me.”
you shatter almost instantly. your body trembles as you come apart on his cock, a needy, broken moan slipping free while the tight knot in your stomach unravels and you soak him completely.
he doesn’t stop—he only fucks you through it, steady and relentless, before pressing a gentle kiss to your spine.
“you did so well,” you feel his lips curve into a smile as he murmurs against your slick, overheated skin, “he but we’re not done yet.”
ᯓ 夏以昼 ⟢ CALEB ˖᯽ ݁˖ — bf lets you sit on his pretty face #facesitting
it was no secret that caleb kept tabs on you. he was very open about it—he has all your post notifications on, he knows where you are at all times, and he always knows what you’re up to. it didn’t bother you in the slightest, he’s always been protective of you—watching over you like it was his life’s purpose.
but there’s one secret that you keep from caleb. and it’s nothing major, truly! it’s just… an alt twitter account you use to retweet your soft porn. while there’s no reason to keep this from your boyfriend, you don’t have the heart to show it to him. it’s the home of all your fantasies, more than anything, it’s embarrassing.
even so, the last thing you want is for caleb to know. you’ve done everything in your power to keep this secret. you used an obscure email to create the account, a password with a series of random numbers and letters that he’d never be able to guess and an alias. it was practically impossible for him to trace it back to you.
one day, you were scrolling on said account, thighs pressed together as you came across a video of a girl sitting on a guy's face, tugging at his hair while she glided across his mouth and nose. all you could think about is caleb—how good it would feel to fuck his face like you were in heat.
it was something you thought about often. you’ve had caleb eat you out before, yes, but you’ve never asked to try this in fear that you’d either A. suffocate him or B. he’d be turned off.
so you do what you always do, quote retweeting it with a caption that read: “wanna sit on my bf’s pretty face just like this :,(”
you shut out the app and flop back onto your bed, trying—failing—to chase the thoughts of him away. especially the image of him stretched out against these very pillows and you hovering over him while your arousal drenches his face. you lose yourself in the fantasy, hands sliding down your body in need.
but then your phone starts to blow up—message after message lighting the screen, all from your boyfriend:
caleb ♥︎: baby, are you serious?
caleb ♥︎: is that really what you want?
caleb ♥︎: you wanna sit on my face?
caleb ♥︎: forget it, I’ll be there in an hour. we’ll talk about this when I see you.
your breath hitches and brows knit in confusion—then it clicks. your tweet. maybe you should’ve been more careful before hitting send. maybe the app glitched. either way, when you open the app again, dread crashes over you as you confirm that you’ve posted it from the wrong account—the account where caleb has your notifications on. meaning he saw it immediately.
you delete it in a panic, humiliated, praying none of your other mutuals caught it in time. there’s nothing you can say or do to stop caleb from coming over. so you stand, pace, draw in a shaky breath and wait.
—
caleb lets himself in, shuts the door, and locks it behind him. the talk he mentioned in his text never comes. no greeting. no anger. instead, he strips down to his boxers and climbs into your bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
you’re frozen where you stand, lip caught between your teeth, thighs pressed tightly together. when he settles against the pillows, he lifts his gaze to you so calm that it almost scares. he looks at you expectantly.
“well?” he starts. “what are you waiting for? i’m here. you wanted to sit on your boyfriend’s pretty face, did you not?”
you exhale a sharp, nervous laugh, “c-caleb, we don’t have to…” you let shyness take over. “i’ll—i’ll suffocate you. it probably won’t feel good for you either…”
he scoffs incredulously. “come sit on my face before i make you. you do remember my evol, don’t you?”
you barely have time to process it before you feel weightless, a surprised yelp slipping out as he drags you toward him with nothing more than a flick of his hand.
you give in instantly, nodding as you stumble, “okay okay!”
he lets go and watches with hungry, unblinking eyes as you push your shorts and panties down, letting them pool at your feet. you climb onto the bed and crawl toward him slowly until you’re hovering just above his throat, suspended in the tension and your own personal fear.
“caleb, are you sure i won’t be too heavy?” you whisper.
“i’m sure, baby.” he says reassuringly, his hands grabbing your hips and lifting you till your cunt is just inches away from his face. “come on, sit. lemme taste you.”
you let out a shaky breath and start to lower yourself before you can talk yourself out of it, but his arms hook beneath your thighs and force you all the way down, drawing a satisfied moan from him and a startled gasp from you. your hands fly to his hair, fingers threading through the silky strands as you cling to him, grounding yourself before your strength gives out entirely.
you bite your lip, desperate to keep your moans quiet, but the drag of his nose against your clit paired with the warm suction of his mouth has your resolve shattering. it feels even better than you ever imagined. and when his hands come up to palm at your breasts? his fingers tweaking your nipples? you’re a goner.
“fuck,” you whimper, fingers tugging at his roots hard enough to draw a pained groan from him, though it barely registers. all you can focus on is the way he devours you like he’s starving, the vibration of his moans coursing through your body and lighting your nerves on fire, the relentless grind against your swollen, sensitive clit.
“caleb,” you cry, breathlessly, “ah! feels so good.”
“keep fuckin’ my face, pretty girl,” he moans, the words muffling into your cunt. “wanna taste you cummin’ all over me. you can do it.”
he pulls you onto him harder. like he wants to run out of oxygen.
and you obey—even if you wanted to stop, you couldn’t. not when you’re this close—not when caleb wants this just as bad as you do. you hump his face desperately, like a woman depraved, chasing your orgasm. you let your moans out freely, high pitched and needy, letting them join the sounds of slurping and smacking.
your body trembles violently, fingers fisting in caleb’s hair as you shatter, a mix of arousal and slick cum painting his face while you squeal his name like a broken record. “caleb, caleb, caleb—” his name is all that exists—all you can cling to at the moment.
he groans into you, relentless, licking and sucking every last trace, his hips lifting off the bed with desperate urgency. his cock throbs in his boxers, twitching with need for a taste of your cunt.
a sob tears from your chest when he doesn’t slow. “w-wait!” you gasp, legs shaking, body on the verge of giving out. “i’m s-sensitive, ca-caleb!”
“no, baby, please,” he whimpers, raw and earnest. “please let me keep going. you don’t know how bad i’ve wanted this.”
“w-what?” you breathe, dazed.
“for so long, pips,” he admits softly. “just sit there… let me do all the work. please?”
ᯓ 祁煜 ⟢ RAFAYEL ˖᯽ ݁˖ — crazy bf fucks you while you pretend to be asleep #somno
despite his bubbly, sassy exterior, rafayel carried his demons quietly. the kind that kept him watching you—both in real life and through the glow of a screen. the thought of losing you makes something dark twist in his chest. you’re his cutie, his heart, his muse, his entire world wrapped into one person.
he knows it’s wrong to have all your passwords. knows it crosses a line. so he tells himself he’s careful—only checks when he has to, when the ache gets too loud to ignore.
it’s been a while since he last logged into your account, but it’s also been days since he’s seen you. that has to count for something, right? just a quick look. just to scroll through what you’ve seen, what you’ve liked. just enough to feel close to you again.
a smile touches his lips when he sees all the silly tweets you’ve liked.
but then he sees it. a tweet that looks so out of place in the midst of cute cat videos and senseless jokes. a tweet that reads “gf who pretends to be asleep x bf who was gonna fuck her either way,” along with a video of just that. the smile falls immediately, his lips pressing into a thin line while his brows furrow.
his darkened gaze catches on the yellow bookmark, curiosity winning out before he can stop himself. the moment he opens your bookmarks aka the little trove of soft porn, his cock hardens. it’s all amateur and intimate, but worse, there’s a pattern. a theme. every two minute video was a girl getting fucked while she slept. fucked. bred. all while she laid pliant, eyes closed.
rafayel’s eyes drag over the captions again and again, each one making his thoughts spin faster. he loses track of time, an entire hour slipping by as he clicks through every video, cock aching and heart racing, torn between guilt and the thrill curling tight in his chest.
he pictured you like that—lying awake at night, thoughts circling him…his cock… until you finally drifted asleep. he imagined the wetness that pooled in your panties when you drifted off, the way desire followed you even into your dreams. it made something deep in him ache.
how long had you wanted this? with the sheer number of tweets tucked away in your bookmarks, he can’t help but think this fantasy has lived with you for a long time now, growing quietly… patiently.
but why not make your fantasy a reality?
—
rafayel asked you to spend the night, and of course you said yes please. you’d been missing your boyfriend like crazy, and with work constantly getting in the way, time together had become frustratingly scarce.
when you arrived, he’d planned something sweet—movies, cuddling, takeout you both loved. an innocent night in. except you wanted more. every subtle advance you made was met with a gentle deflection. he ignored them all, letting the tension build until you were needy with it. you were wound tight, and he still refused to touch you the way you ached for.
by the end of the night, you felt coiled and restless, yet too perverted to voice what you wanted aloud, especially after being brushed off. so you climbed into his bed with a sulky “goodnight,” a pout tugging at your lips, and tried to will yourself to sleep.
it didn’t come easily. all you could think about was him. your eyes squeezed shut, brows knitting together as the ache lingered, basically impossible to ignore. you were wet beyond belief. and only after you felt slumber slowly pulling at you, you felt your boyfriend press against you.
you felt his hard cock through his pants as he slowly, subtly rocked himself against you with barely steady breaths. your heart raced, holding in the little gasp that’s threatening to spill out of you.
“i saw all the videos you’ve been watching on twitter, princess,” he whispers, rutting against you a little harder, the words hitting just as deep as the motion. “all those videos of girls getting fucked while they sleep… is that what you want?”
both your heart and your thoughts stutter at once. for a split second you think you’re dreaming—but you can feel him, and you can differentiate fantasy and reality. the truth finally settles in as his hand slides beneath your sleep shorts, drifting lower, touching you in a way that leaves no doubt at all. this is real.
he hums when his fingers are immediately met with your slick arousal. “the idea of getting fucked while you’re unconciouis gets you this wet?”
you swallow the whimper trying to break free and let your deepest fantasy unfold. you force yourself to relax, to go pliant in the way you’ve always imagined this—but the moment rafayel circles your clit, your body betrays you, tensing on instinct.
“this slutty pussy wants me to fuck her, doesn’t she, baby? your body’s practically begging for me…” he groans into your ear, grinding deeper into you. “it would be so bad for me to fuck you while you sleep, though. i’d be such a bad boyfriend…”
you want to scream when he slows down. when he starts to retract his hand like it’s some bad idea.
“i shouldn’t touch you while you’re trying to sleep.” he murmurs, a hint of amusement threading through his words.
his hand nearly slips away from your shorts when a frayed plea falls from your lips. “please,” you whimper—and that’s really all the confirmation rafayel needs. he flips you onto your stomach and presses over you like a man starved.
your shorts are barely tugged down and his sweats are pushed just low enough for him to free himself. his hot, thick cock slaps against your bare skin and the contact makes you squeak. he pushes into you, filling you in one deep motion. gasps and moans spill from both of you in tandem, but he doesn’t give either of you time to settle. his hands grip your ass, fingers digging in as your flesh spills through the gaps all while he drives into you relentlessly.
“i knew you were pretending to sleep,” he grunts and it’s barely loud enough to be heard over the sounds of his skin slapping against yours.
you’re breathless when you manage to answer. “h-how?” the question breaks on a whine as his cock drives deeper with every hard thrust.
“i could hear how fast your heart was beating,” he chuckles darkly, never slowing, his pace mean. ruthless. “the way your breathing changed the second you felt me behind you.” his grip tightens as he leans in. “you were just waiting for me to take your clothes off and fuck you, weren’t you?”
you whimper, utterly exposed. “yes…”
“naughty, naughty girl.” he laughs. “should’ve told me you wanted to get fucked while you slept.”
you moan, clamping tightly around him and taking the painful stretch in stride. your back arches for more. like your body needs his cock or you’ll die. the knot in your stomach has been winding tighter all night, waiting for this exact moment, and you’re already embarrassingly close.
“no need to hold back,” he whispers. “soak my fucking cock like the slut you are.”
his sharp words tear a mewl from you, your walls clenching around his cock so tight it steals the breath from his lungs. you break as he drives into you without mercy. you fall apart around him with a beg, “please, please, please—” the word dissolving into a wrecked sob that fills the room.
“good girl,” he breathes. “now go back to sleep and let me have my fun, yeah?”
ᯓ 沈星回 ⟢ XAVIER ˖᯽ ݁˖ — dom!bf lets you edge him and begs you to cum #edging
tara is your best friend in the entire world. the kind of best friend who knows every corner of your life, including the private parts you don’t share with anyone else. especially when it comes to you and xavier.
at first, her curiosity overwhelmed you. her questions were invasive, relentless, sometimes overly embarrassing. but over time, you got used to it. more than that—you started to look forward to it. your weekly dates where you can rant about work at the association and the gory details of your relationship with xavier.
telling tara everything became its own kind of thrill. the late night giggles when she’d come over, the hushed voices so he couldn’t hear anything while he lived in the apartment above you, the way she’d squeal or gasp at every insane detail. it felt good to have someone who wanted to hear it all.
you’d even told her about wanting to try something new with him—something you were pretty sure he’d never agree to. you wanted xavier to be the one begging you for once. he was always so dominant in bed that the idea of flipping the script… of him giving in and taking everything you had to offer, felt almost absurd… which was exactly why you couldn’t stop thinking about it.
you remember when you saw the video of your ideal fantasy on twitter. a video of a guy being dominated by a girl. she made him beg for permission while she rode him and all you could think about was him. how cute he’d be with his blushy cheeks and the yearning look in his eyes. how pretty he’d sound whimpering out pleas and begs to cum inside of you. it shook you to your core. you saved the video to your bookmarks immediately and came back to it from time to time just to fantasize.
the night after you told tara about said fantasy, you decided to send her a visual, just so she knew exactly what you wanted. it’s not like you wanted to tie him up, you just wanted to watch him break underneath you.
@/starringmc: this is exactly what i want to do to xavier!!!
you hadn’t heard anything from tara for a while. you half expected her to open your dm immediately. she’s basically chronically online whenever she’s not on a mission or training, but there was nothing.
a knock at your door pulls you from your scrolling, brows knitting as you get up to answer it. when you swing the door open, your breath catches. xavier stands there, cheeks flushed, posture oddly sheepish.
“xavier? come in.” you step aside automatically, shutting the door behind him before turning back, confusion etched across your face. “what are you doing here? did we have plans?” worry slips into your voice.
he doesn’t answer right away. instead, he lifts his phone and turns the screen toward you—the twitter dm meant for tara, unmistakable.
your throat runs dry. heat rushes through you, mortification blooming in your chest, your face, the tips of your ears.
“i-i can…” you start, words tangling as his gaze pins you in place. “i can explain?”
he cocks his head to the side and asks. “so you don’t want to do this to me?”
“no! i mean—y-yes, but i… i just didn’t mean… i didn’t mean to send that to you.” you splutter. “this is not how i envisioned telling you that i wanted to try something like this. i’m sorry.”
“let’s do it.” he says, tossing his phone on your couch. “let’s recreate it—i want to.”
—
xavier sensed you were nervous. it took you a minute to fully get into it—the headspace, the dominance, but you eventually got there and he believes it’s the sexiest you’ve ever been.
you sat on his cock, slowly grinding against him like you were trying to tease him. your hands gripped at his pecs, palming and squeezing them in a way that made him breathless.
it was a struggle… to let his guard down, to let you dominate him. his hands were on your hips and he urged you to move faster. he wanted you to bounce on his cock till he came, but you said no.
“beg for it.” you whisper. “i won’t move the way you want me to unless you beg.”
he whimpers, the beg slipping past his lips all mumbly and cute—just the way you imagined they would. “please. please, go faster. i want you to go faster.”
you hum, delighted, your walls hugging him nice and tight as his words shoot straight to your core. you kindly oblige, lifting your hips and dropping them to which xavier lets out a blissed out moan. his brows knit in the utmost pleasure and his eyes flutter close.
his hands slide up to your waist, gripping you tight and holding you in place while his cock rams in and out of you. you let out little squeaks with every thrust and it only makes his cock throb intensely, loud whimpers following your sounds in suit.
he tries to hold back. to not get so close, but he can’t help it. you look so pretty riding him with your tits bouncing in his face and your pussy tightening around him like a vice. it makes him twitch frantically.
and you can feel it. the way he jerks and shakes—you know he’s close. you find it oddly endearing…how he’s been reduced to this, but you bite back the smile and school your features into something firm instead. “don’t cum,” you warn quietly. “you can’t cum… not yet.”
his hands still you, keeping you grounded and speared on his length as he begs for permission. “fuck, please—please let me cum.” he pleads, voice broken.
“no, not yet.” and the sound it pulls from him makes your chest ache—the choked, desperate sob torn from his throat at the denial, raw enough to make your heart constrict. “keep fucking me, xavie.”
he shakes his head incessantly, “i c-can’t, baby—fuck, i’ll–i’ll cum!”
“you can hold it.” you say, breathlessly, resuming your wicked motions. “be good ‘n fuck me faster.”
he clenches his teeth, pounding into you just the way you want. his hips snap against you with vigor while his cock helplessly throbs. he wants nothing more than to press deep inside and spill his load into you.
“i wanna cum, please, please, please. baby, please—i’ll do anything.”
you can’t resist him… his pretty face, his sweet voice. you offer a saccharine smile, lean in so your lips ghost over his and whisper. “cum inside of me, xavie.”
a loud, relieved groan slips out of him, his hands grip on you bruising as he pounds into you before he stills. his tip kisses your cervix before he’s pouring his hot, long awaited release into your cunt.
he crashes his mouth against yours, allowing you to swallow his moans as his arms wrap tight around you. he pulls you flush to his chest before he rolls you beneath him, hard cock still pressed inside of you. you squeal into the kiss, breathless and startled as the world tilts.
when he finally pulls back, you’re both breathless, foreheads pressed against one another. you catch the darkness in his eyes, the heat flushing his cheeks, the way restraint is barely holding.
“can i make you beg now?” he whispers, voice low. then, softer… much more vulnerable, “please?”
MDNI‼️‼️ The rest of the parts will have a color coded title based on the man's theme.
He’s too obsessed with you to hang onto the morals he lived his life believing in. He wants to be impossibly close, under your skin, only then will he be satisfied.
Fencing Coach!Xavier x dandere/kuudare college student!reader
SMUT, (implied) dubcon, use of she/her pronouns, reader is afab, taboo (older professor x young adult student), reader is 24+, Xavier’s 40+, age gap, mullet Xavier implied virgin (reader), power imbalance, stalking, yearnful Xavier, cowgirl, manhandling if ya squint, breeding kink, petnames (star, starlight, bunny), breast worship, forced proximity, big dick Xavier, possessive Xavier, some dumbification (mindfucking), barely implied aftercare, but yk he'll take care of you <3
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A/n: I know nothing about fencing, I just Googled it so I apologize in advance, I just had a thought on the spot as I was writing the guys' occupations back in October, and I tried to proofread </3.
Word count: 5737
Fencing was a great sport that focused on agility, strategy, and coordination. The point was to touch a spot that ‘hits’ your target to make them “lose.” Whoever gets the most points wins. Sounds simple enough, but actually doing it is difficult. Coach Shen taught the sport for twenty years and was always patient, but strict, with all his students, except one, though he did his very best not to show that he had a favorite.
He always worked with you, despite you being one of the best fencers in all the years he taught the sport, because he loved being around you. When class ended, he’d usually ask you to stay so he could “help perfect your form,” even though it didn’t need any fixing.
The extra time after class was his only way of spending time with you, but he obviously couldn’t just come out and say that. He taught you advanced tricks nobody in any of his classes knew about and even tips on how to end a fight quickly, with him sometimes coming behind you and guiding your rapier with a hand on your waist and his mouth close to your ear when he spoke.
“Beautiful.”
“You got it.”
“Just like that, Starlight,” ok, that one slipped out, and when you looked at him after he spewed out apologies for it, you just waved it off and said it was okay, then went about your session.
Outside of school, you didn’t really interact with anyone often, except your best friend. He was always supportive and caring of you, making sure to pick you up after class and walk you home. Of course, Xavier found out and was jealous irritated by this, telling your best friend in front of you that you can’t afford distractions because the tournament was coming up and you required hours of training, but also, to let him know when your friend would be showing up.
The first time it happened, your best friend was utterly confused because why would y’all need to tell him that and why would you need to waste so many hours on a sport like this? Nonetheless, your best friend couldn’t stay long because his girlfriend was already on his ass about being an hour late getting home. So, he told you to let him know when you got home and left.
Xavier would bring water or snacks any time you stayed after school, showing his appreciation and love respect for you through these simple gestures. The one time you tried to return the favor, he declined and said you didn’t need to, and despite you trying to persist, he insisted you didn’t.
It was a Friday night, hours before the weekend and it was already 5:37PM, you checked on your phone.
“I’m gonna get going now, it’s getting late,” you told him as you took your helmet off.
“It got dark pretty quick, I didn’t realize.” Liar.
“I can take you home, y/n” he offered, putting his rapier back in the rack.
“That won’t be necessary, I already paid for a taxi. Thanks anyway,” you gently brushed him off, walking toward the locker room to change out of your uniform.
“I don’t mind. Please, let me take you home. I’d rather make sure you got home safe, that’s what your best friend also wanted right?” he mentioned, and a lingering feeling of confusion stuck to you. There were some questions piling up in your head but you answered each one with the reason that they were just reaching and didn’t have any solid answer for why he was insistent.
You sighed and glanced up at him, nodding your head.
“Alright..,” you told him before walking into the locker room to change.
He sat at a bench near the entrance and waited for you, his posture rigid and stilled. He had changed out of his uniform and waited for you to finish so he’d take you home. He kept glancing at the door waiting for you to walk through it then glancing back outside. The locker room door opened and you walked out in your casual attire of pants and an oversized jacket with your bag hanging over your shoulder.
“Ready?”
You nodded and walked in front of him after he gestured for you to.
You both made it over to his car, with him unlocking it and opening the passenger door for you then closing it and getting in the driver’s side.
The ride to your apartment was accompanied by romantic music playing quietly and small talk every now and then. It was a thirty minute drive, but it felt longer than that. Maybe because he was taking longer routes due to an accident but whatever it was, fate was on his side today. You two chatted about fencing for a bit, with him telling you a “myth” about a famous fencer from the former country Philos. You didn’t know much about it, but you had heard of it in passing conversations.
He talks about how the famous fencer was an older gentleman, introverted and socially awkward, but only ever talked to one person, which was his rival who was a couple years younger than him. Even though they were both adults, people often mistaken them for being a couple and the young woman quickly had to reconfirm their relationship, not knowing the man wanted them to be more.
The story got weird and you felt unsettled, so you tried to change the topic by asking him what he does outside of school. That seemed to be fine for a while until he had to make it weird by asking,
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
Now, it might seem like an ‘innocent’ question… if he was around your age, but he wasn’t. He was at least 16 years older than you, old enough to be your brother, but to a collective of people, your dad.
Your eyes squint as you look outside the window, hesitating on whether to lie or tell the truth. It’s not like he’ll know if you’re lying or being honest… right?
“I do,” so, you lie–
“How long have you guys been together?”
“Two years...”
He hums and nods his head, as he switches lanes.
“How come he’s never come to pick you up?” The question sounds innocent and not like he feels like you’re lying.
“He lives in another state,” you say bluntly.
He chuckles quietly and nods.
The conversation dies down for a moment and you recognize the area you’re in.
‘15 more minutes till I’m home and away from him. Fucking weirdo..,’ you think.
Your hands lay flat against your thighs and you remain rigid, using your eyes to look around. You don’t notice that Xavier keeps eyeing you whenever he can and has been since the both of you got in the car earlier.
He knows you’re nervous. But about what exactly? Could it be that his sweet little star got caught lying about a relationship she doesn’t have? Or that this innocent looking man is trying to pry just a bit too much into her personal life?
What kind of admirer would he be if he didn’t know about your life outside of school? Of course he knows you don’t have a boyfriend, silly girl. You spend all your free time sleeping your life away at home, only going to work when needed. You don’t make time to interact with anyone except your best friend, and he hates the guy. He believes he should be the only one in your life, not HIM.
He turns at the light and drives down the road a bit before turning into your complex, with you guiding him where to drop you off. He parks in an unmarked parking spot and takes his seatbelt off.
“What are you doing?” You ask him confused a bit.
“Making sure you get home safely,” he replies gently as he takes his key out the ignition and gets out, not hearing you try to turn down the request.
He opens your door and puts his hand out for you to take. You hesitate for a moment before putting your hand in his, feeling his fingers curl around your hand. You get out of the car with your bag and quickly let go of his hand, telling him that he doesn’t need to walk you to your place, but he’s too insistent and won’t back down.
You awkwardly walk toward your place with him standing next to you, talking to you about random things. You try to respond to the casual conversation, but an inkling of worry lingers in your mind.
“Are you okay?” He asks gently, seeing your face look distant.
“I-I’m fine, just thinking about what to have for dinner,” you lie and give him a smile before looking away. You approach the stairs that lead up to your place and he trails behind you, making you anxious.
Why does he keep following me?! I already told him I was fine!
You take your keys out of your bag to prepare to insert them in the lock.
“If you have the ingredients, you can make spaghetti?” he randomly throws out there and for a moment you consider it.
“Yeah, I could, huh?” you say back, not entirely paying attention to him.
You get to your door and turn back to him.
“Well, I’m here.. you can go now,” you tell him awkwardly.
He gives a small smile and nods.
“Good night, y/n,” he says gently and turns to walk away.
You watch him walk off rather slowly and get inside once he’s a good distance away, letting out a much needed sigh as you slide down your front door.
“Why’s he being so fucking weird all of a sudden?” you speak out to no one before getting off the floor and walking to your bedroom to settle down.
You didn’t know that he walked back to your door and touched the knob, not turning it, but just feeling where your hand was last touching, and getting butterflies.
An indirect touch from you.
He felt like a high school girl after her crush held her hand. Gods the things he’d do to have you like him back. The things he’d do to wake up to you every morning.
He memorized the apartment number then went back to his car and got on his phone, saving the apartment complex and unit number in his phone for… personal reasons before heading home.
When he loses it
If you thought him taking you home AND following you to your door was bad, wait until you find out he’s the one that’s been sending the flowers and gifts to your place.
It started Tuesday afternoon, the week after he took you home. You called out of work this morning because you caught a cold. You’ve been laying in bed for most of the day, taking medicine when needed and cold baths to let the epsom salt alleviate any pains or discomfort in your body.
Your best friend had a spare key to your apartment and was there to drop off some food that would make you feel a bit better, but he mentioned that there was a package and flowers on your doorstep. The package didn’t have a label, but it was lightweight.
After he left, you put the flowers on the table and opened the box, seeing a small teddy bear with snacks, teas, and stickers next to it. You picked up the small paper above the stack and read it.
“Get well soon. <3”
The handwriting felt familiar, but you couldn’t think about who it belonged to. You eyed the goods suspiciously and picked up the bear, your thumb rubbing its belly.
It was one of those really soft and fuzzy-looking stuffed animals; white with yellow eyes and a blue bow on its neck. It was cute, really. But, you didn’t know who sent this, and it’s obvious that it wasn’t your best friend.
You put the bear back in the box and close it up, setting it in the corner next to your patio and couch. The flowers stared at you from across the room and you sighed as you walked over to them and touched their petals.
Bleeding hearts.
They were adorable, but you felt like there was a reason this person gave you these specific flowers and not just roses or something else.
Wednesday came and it was the same thing. Flowers and a package on the doorstep, still no label, but the contents were all similar. This time, as if the person heard you, they gave you white roses. A romantic gesture, it seems like. You got them and the box then closed the door, locking it before bringing them over to the dining table. Your box cutter swiped the tape and your fingers tore open the box, seeing a new plushie and some snacks with a note.
“I miss you. Take care of yourself. <3.”
This time, the plushie was a white bunny with blue eyes and glasses. You acknowledged how cute it was, but a feeling of concern came upon you because you still don’t know who’s sending these. You leave the bunny out and close the box, keeping the snacks and note in it as you bring it over to your small stash by the couch.
Then Thursday came, and it was a bit different today. The package arrived a little later in the evening without flowers and had a red bow in the center. You leaned down and grabbed the box, walking backwards and quickly closed the door then locked it.
You did the same as before, cutting the tape with the box cutter and tearing the box open. In it was a new plushie, an orchid, and boxes of teas with some candies scattered here and there, but no snacks.
You had a thought and looked at the boxes in the corner.
Maybe there’s a clue in these boxes that can tell me who it is.
You brought the new box over to the corner and sat on your knees as you opened all the boxes. The candies were a newer addition so you didn’t pay attention to them. The teas didn’t give you much thought so you put them aside. Then came the notes and the snacks. You scan the notes over again, trying to think of the person who writes like this. You knew it was someone you went to school with because you’d only ever see that handwriting when you were there. But, when you look at the snacks, all of them looked like the ones you usually see in the grocery store except for two.
Yogos and Fruit Stackerz.
Two nostalgic snacks that were discontinued years ago, but only made their appearance recently when Professor Shen brou…
No...
It.. can’t be him doing this.. right..?
You frown a bit and put your hands on your lap.
He shouldn’t be doing this.. we’ll both get in trouble if anyone finds out.. especially him. And he’s old as hell, why the fuck would he wanna come after me of all people..
You figured that Friday would be the same so you made a plan to wait by the door all day and catch the person, if it was him, then interrogate them to hell and back.
Friday came and you grew nervous. If it was Professor Shen, it kind of makes sense considering he knows where you live now and was oddly insistent on making sure you get in your house. Like, yeah, he was just trying to make sure you got home safe, don’t be hard on the guy, blah blah, but.. on the other hand, it’s an older man being a bit pushy on making sure this younger woman gets home safe.... eh…
You kept falling in and out of consciousness, you almost didn’t catch the soft thud outside your front door. You threw the blanket off and ran toward it, yanking the door open once you got to it and seeing the mystery person standing back up.
“So, it IS YOU,” you glare at him, crossing your arms.
He stares at you like a deer in headlights and looks intensely in your eyes trying to ignore your breasts peeking out from the neckline of your tank top.
“Y/n..” his soft voice plays out.
“What are you doing, Mr. Shen?” your voice sounded stern and irritated.
“I just came to drop this package off, it’s not from me thou-,” he quickly rushed out.
“Don’t lie. I’ve been getting these packages for 3 days now and I know it’s not my friend or anyone else around here. ‘Fess up,” you annoyingly say to him, frowning in annoyance.
He sighs and kneels down to pick up the box and hold it.
“May I come in? To explain myself..?”
You rub your forehead and open the door wider.
“Hurry up before the bugs come in,” you bark at him. He rushes forward and stands awkwardly in the entrance of the living room, seeing the flowers on the patio and the stash of boxes he’s been leaving at your door.
He wondered why you didn’t show up to class Tuesday and tried to call your phone number that was in the school’s directory, but it went to voicemail.
He frowned and ended the call, figuring that maybe something came up and decided to give you some space, but some students pointed out your absence, though he just told them to focus on the class.
Wednesday came around and still no sign of you. A day since he last saw you and he was getting anxious. He saw your best friend talking to some classmates, but he knew he couldn’t just ask the guy where you were at, so he left it alone.
He stopped by your house after school and left the package on your doorstep. No label, just a dark blue box. He knocked on your door and left as quickly as possible, carefully peeking around the corner to wait for you. He saw you wearing a tank top and basketball shorts, bending over with the top of your tits peeking out as you picked the package up.
Gods, he missed you so much, he felt happy just seeing you for a bit.
Then Friday came, three days since you last came to school and Xavier was going crazy. He missed having you around. He didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, his feelings and thoughts just got the best of him! He just needs to be so close to you, please don’t leave him alone! :(
He checked his phone and emails every hour for anything from you and the only thing he got was an email from you, with your other professors added to it, stating that you caught a cold and won’t be back til next Wednesday. Could a cold really last that long? At that point, shouldn’t you be going to the hospital? Which means that someone needs to take care of you, and he’s just the right guy for that!
After class ended, he immediately left and drove to your place, only taking about 20 minutes to get there because he was speeding. It was unusual for him to leave in such a hurry, a lot of the students wondered if he was okay.
When he got to your complex, he parked in an unmarked spot and ran to your place with your package in hand. He bolted up the stairs and down the hall, before stopping in front of your door. He held the package in his left hand while his right hand lifted to knock before halting for a moment.
What the hell was he doing knocking on his student’s door? He didn’t have any right to be here nor did he have the right to intrude on your personal life, but he was too “in love” with you to care about doing the right thing.
He knelt down to put the package down when he heard the door open, and saw your bare feet staring at him.
Now he was sitting on your couch while you were standing near him, glaring at him like a kid that got in trouble.
“So you wanna tell me why you’ve been doing this shit or are you gonna sit there like a child being reprimanded?” You harshly ask him.
A quiet sigh comes from him and he keeps his eyes away from you, especially because those beautiful tits keep calling out to him.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.. honest..”
You don’t say anything and he swallows.
“I got your email about you being sick, but before that, I thought something happened to you,” he slowly moves his gaze to look up at you.
You uncross your arms and pull a chair from the dining table to where you stood and plopped on it, the slight bounce in your chest not going unnoticed by him.
“You know what this looks like right? It looks like a professor sending weird packages to one of his students. A creepy older man leaving boxes at a younger woman’s house,” you bluntly explain.
“I’m aware..” his voice remains calm and quiet as he focuses on your face.
You both fall silent, with you rubbing your eyes and taking a deep breath in.
“Are you alright now?” his voice intrudes your ears.
“I’ve been fine. I wasn’t sick,” you look away from him, getting up from your chair to retrieve the gifts he’s been leaving you.
His head tilts a bit and a confused expression appears.
“So what happened then?”
“... it’s none of your business. Look, you’re not even supposed to be here. And you need to stop sending me these packages,” you set the boxes in front of him on the coffee table.
“I get it, you really care about your students, but if anyone saw what you were doing, we’d both get in trouble, you know that,” you try to tell him softly, turning to walk back toward the front door.
He stops you by grabbing your wrist and standing up.
“I do care about my students,” he starts on, “just.. not the way I do about you,” he softly confesses.
You turn and look up at him, frowning with concern as he pulls you closer by gripping your arm firmly.
“What are yo-”
“I was going crazy without you these past few days, Y/n” his hands move to hold your waist.
“I thought you were really sick, you said you wouldn’t be back till next Wednesday and I was fine at first, but then Thursday came and I was dying to see you,” he admits.
“Mr. Shen–”
“Xavier. It’s only us” his voice emphasizing ‘us,’ as his eyes try to tell you what he’s really feeling.
Your hand twitches and you look away for a split second, “ok, Xavier, what are you talking about?”
His heart flutters and his hand lets go of your waist, going up to cup your face. Your eyes widen significantly as you assume what’s about to happen.
“I’m saying, I really care about you, Y/n.. not the way a professor should care for his student,” he whispers, his thumb moving to rub your quivering bottom lip.
You stare at him bewildered and grip his wrists.
“Y-You need to leave,” fuck your mind for making you stutter. You go to turn away, but his arms curl around your waist and your back meets his chest.
“Why?”
“Just leave, Xavier!” You try to remove his arms from your abdomen, but he tightens his grip just a bit, curling into your backside.
“You’re conflicted about something, Y/n” his gentle tone touches you in a way it shouldn’t and suddenly, you feel.. weak. His hands press you completely against his body and your chest touches into his abdomen.
“Yeah, I’m conflicted that my old ass professor has feelings for me!” You shot back, still trying to remove his arms.
He says “.. it’s something else..” and you freeze.
“…It’s nothing, please.. leave,” he just moved his head closer to yours.
“Talk to me, Starlight,” his mouth hovering next to your ear, his eyes staring at the side of yours.
You shake your head and look away from him.
“Your body’s heating up.. are you.. sick?” he teases as if he knew you were lying about being sick.
“Y-Yes, I’m sick, so you need to go b-before you get sick too,” you blurt out, feeling your face warm up.
“I appreciate the concern, but I’m strong enough to care for myself,” he reassures you, staring at your slight frowning face.
He takes a moment to recollect the last couple of minutes.
“I think I know what’s happening here,” his right hand comes up and gently rubs your cheek.
“You’re aroused, if not flustered, right?” Of course he’d know that, he’s spent months observing your body language and facial expressions. But, this was an expression he wasn’t aware of, so it could only mean that thing; he knows what you’re feeling now.
“No, I’m not!” you quickly deflect.
He hums and leans down, pressing a soft kiss on your ear, making you gasp and quickly cover it.
“Your body got hotter.. you’re practically a walking heater,” he lightly jokes, leaning down to get a better view of your face.
You turn your head toward him, fuming and ready to blow.
“You just need to get the hell- mmm!” he cuts you off by pressing his soft lips on yours.
Your eyes widen in surprise and confusion as your hand curls into a fist and presses against his shoulder. He keeps you close by wrapping an arm around your waist and an arm around your neck, deepening the kiss as he completely wraps his arms around you.
“Mm!” you muffled against his lips and he pulled away slowly, staring at you with admiration and hunger.
“Y-You.. why did you-“ he kisses you again.
Damn your sensitive body for liking this! This is wrong! Your mind knows it, your conscious knows it, so what the fuck, heart?!
He pushes his tongue into your mouth and you short circuit. He pulls away a bit and looks in your eyes as both of your mouths are open with your tongues swirling around each other.
You sigh at the intensity of this and he closes his eyes, his face twisting with pleasure as he slowly walks you toward the couch and you both fall on it.
The next half hour was spent kissing and holding each other tightly, with you laying flat on your back underneath him as he grinds his covered cock against your covered throbbing pussy.
You push him back and lay your head on the couch, closing your eyes to breathe.
“We’re so fucked..” you dejectedly say, turning your head away from him.
“There’s no turning back now, Star,” he softly kisses your neck, nipping at the skin a bit and making a delicate moan slip from you. Silence fell before the two of you, with only the sound of his lips meeting your skin gently and your sighs of unfortunate pleasure releasing.
“What’s wrong with you...” you whisper, realizing the position you’re both in and pressing a hand against his shoulder. He pulls back with the thinnest string of saliva connecting his lips to your flesh.
“I’ve asked myself that before... and I don’t know..” he says, inhaling the scent of your hair moisturizer and resting his other hand on the cushion behind your head. He looked down at you with need and desire in his eyes.
“You know this is bad.. really bad..” you try to reason with him as his nose rubs against yours, making you turn your head away from him.
He hums and holds your cheeks, squishing them together to pucker your lips and make you turn back to him again.
“Does it look like I can care about that anymore?” his lips whispered just centimeters away from yours before pressing them together.
His arms wrapped around your waist as he pressed you completely into the couch cushion, your legs slightly bent and in between his. His right hand went down and gripped your thigh, lifting your leg up and hanging it over his forearm, pressing his hand into the cushion afterwards.
His tongue pushes into your mouth and you try to not grimace at the intensity of the intimacy, but your body’s enjoying it by the arousal soaking your panties and the moan that slips out when he does that. Your hands press back against the cushion as your tongues swirl around each other while his bulge grinds against you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips.
You push him away and try to breathe, turning your head away again.
“When are you going to realize what’s happening here..?” his soft voice fills the silence. You look up at him reflecting pity and your hand still firmly pressed into his shoulder.
“Maybe I don’t want to realize because this is wrong, Professor...” you tell him, trying to fix your position, but only having his grip tighten around you.
“Then we have a problem that should be fixed,..shouldn’t it, bunny?” And you both stare at each other.
He presses his body further into you, squishing you under him. Your arms were lifted and wrists pressed against the armrest, prompting him to move his head down and kiss your neck.
You try to move away, but end up squirming and sighing in his hold. His lips move around on your skin, leaving kisses everywhere on your neck and throat. You bite your lip and try to hold yourself together, but your body decides it wants to be your enemy in this moment and gives out on you.
“Look at you..” he admires quietly.
He pulled away to get a better look at you, but his eyes moved to your chest.
“S-Stop looking at it..” you warn him, trying to lower your legs and close them to stop your hips from grinding against him.
His hands move and attach to your upper waist then slowly crawl up to your underbust and grip the mounds.
“Fff…” your head tilts back and presses into the cushion, not wanting to see him and give into the urges rising within.
He watches your face twist in pleasure and resistance, and grips the fabric covering your breasts, pulling it down slowly with a tight grip and hearing a rip.
“H-Hey..!” you yelp out, moving your head back down to look up at him annoyed.
“Oops..” he feigns guilt and pulls the fabric completely away from your chest, revealing your bra.
“A-Are you... out of your mind…” your voice jitters, muffled behind your hand.
He waits for a moment admiring how they look in the confined clothing, but the small feeling of wanting him to fuck you overcomes everything else and you just lay there, embarrassed, panting, and burning up.
He pulls your bra down and your breasts fluidly move out from its pressure, bouncing and moving around in his hold. Your eyes widen and look away from him while your feet rub against the couch's cushion beneath them, trying to distract your body from acting on the urge to grind against him. He leans down and opens his mouth, gripping your left breast and slowly kissing your nipple after squeezing the flesh. Your nipples erect from the air around and his kisses, but he pulls back just a little to looks at your face, watching it twist in pleasure with some reluctance.
“Give in to me, bunny. You know you want to,” he whispers, sucking a large chunk of your breast with your nipple in his mouth. The moans you tried so hard to hold back loudly come out, not standing a chance against his movements.
His face forms an expression of hunger and greed, his right hand cups the back of your head to make you tilt it down so you can look at him. He stares in your eyes intensely, wanting you to watch what he’s doing to you, watch how he makes your body feel so it remembers him.
He sucks on your tit contentedly while your hand hesitantly comes up and entangles your fingers in his hair, gripping the strands tightly and hearing him groan loudly against you. His hands move to re-wrap your legs around his lower back while he worships your breasts. He was always a breasts kind of guy, observing how yours looked in the fencing uniform. There was always an ache to just grab them and suck on them like his life depended on it.
He craved this moment for so long, believing the wait was worth it. Soon, you’ll beg him to touch your heart and he’ll flip you both over so you’re on top of him to straddle him. He rids you both of the rest of your clothes and kisses all over your torso, whispering words of love and affection for you as he tightly grips your ass to grind your sopping wet pussy on his throbbing cock.
For the rest of the night, he bounces you up and down his cock, telling you how beautiful you look on top of him and sucking on your breasts like a leech. You started feeling too good and would start grinding your hips against him, letting out delicate moans of his name and whines of how it felt sooo good. His left hand held the back of your head against his while his right arm wrapped around your lower back, your face glowing with tears and a blissful expression. The sounds you make of being satisfied have his heart swelling and he basks in this moment. He shoots load after load into your warm and tight pussy, telling you that you'd make a beautiful mom and he truly hopes his seed sticks to your womb.
A knock's at the door and even though he hears it, mentally cursing at whoever it is for trying to ruin the moment, you’re too fucked out of your mind to even notice and he’s feeling way too good to stop fucking up into you. His soul feels at home now that you and him are one and a soft smile appears on his face at this beautiful thing, proud that he’s got you where he’s been wanting you for too long. <3
The real reason why you have to go to pity to get the LI is because Infold is currently putting them in jail bc they keep trying to break the system
The ones where the come home early or with multiple copies is when they finally escape horny jail
Please trust them, they're trying to show up multiple times in a single ten pull but they keep getting caught and forced to play by the rules of the gacha
Someday they'll break the system
Someday you'll have all the cards you could ever desire... just wait for them
Yandere Xavier who finds that nothing has meaning, unless it’s you.
You are the roaring flame to his light, the warmth that sustains the dying star of his heart. He has to feel you on his skin at every hour of the day, or he’ll be listless, eyes cold and empty as he mopes around.
He’s going to flop over you whenever he’s with you, somehow always finding a way to touch you no matter what. Whether it’s by holding your wrist firmly during a mission, pressing his chest against your back as you struggle to hold Xavier up… and so on.
Xavier has weaponised selected ineptness in order to make you dote on him. Purposely putting his uniform on wrong, so you’ll click your tongue, delicate fingers slipping against his shirt to tuck the collar in properly and all that. He’s damn bear purring when he feels the ghost of your touch drag across his skin at those rare moments where you actually graze his skin.
When you two play games, the moment you get tired and call it quits, Xavier’s shutting the entire console down, no matter where he is in the game. Opting to stare at you blankly with wide eyes.
“There’s no point if it isn’t with you.”
He’s gripping your hands, forcing his fingers through yours. Xavier’s grip is firm, bone-crushing. The mere strength of his hand has you wincing ever so slightly, trying to pull away while deep, indigo bruises grow on your skin.
“Breathing is painful. Living is dull.
You and you alone are my flame, my reason to walk another day in this dreary world.
If you disappeared from my life one day… there will be no reason for me to continue on.”
Coaxing your palm towards his cheek, Xavier nuzzles into it ever so slightly. Plush lips pressing against the curve of your knuckles, tender kisses sinking deep into your skin. Along with his searing hot breaths, heavy against the bare skin of your palm.
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