A little sneak peek to my wip zayne fic? <3 since you've all been waiting so patiently and so well, it's the least i could do, right?
the zayne fic (inspired by and adapted from business trip card, which i got bc rafayel's your fragrance rEFUSES TO COME HOME) is currently at 1.8k words long...and i'm not even halfway there to finishing....
zayne nation, sit tight, i'm going to be feeding you π
βYou have freckles.β
βWhat?β
Zayneβs voice rang out, one of his eyebrows raised as he looked at you, making no effort to move back. You gently brought your hand up to the otherβs cheeks, cupping it carefully as you brushed the small, unnoticeable smattering of freckles on Zayneβs skin, a soft smile stretching on your lips.
βI never knew you had freckles, Dr Zayne.β
You watched a foreign emotion flash through Zayneβs eyes as his eyes flickered to your lips before pulling away abruptly, a soft cough erupting from his lips. You knew he was flustered - he always put distance between you two when he was flustered.
He started up the car, the revving engine breaking the comfortable silence as you leaned your head back against the seat, your head turned so that you are facing him, watching him drive. A small smile tugged on the corner of his lips as he glanced at you, pulling out of the parking lot and starting to drive towards his apartment.
βI did not know that I was your object of amusement.β
Zayneβs cold voice sounded in the quiet atmosphere. You hummed quietly, your eyes still on him as you cleared your throat, turning down the radio as you watched the headlights speed behind, rubbing your eyes carefully.
βDo you not have anything else to say, Zayne?β
βWhat do you want me to say?β
Zayne quipped back, his eyes darting across the road as he continued to drive, his hands on the steering wheel. You cannot help but appreciate that the veins on his hand were more prominent when he drove, the lines tracing up his forearms - his strong, solid forearms that were flexing as he moved his arm.
You cleared your throat, huffing out quietly as you turned to look out the window, realising that you were pulling into the carpark of Zayneβs apartment. He wordlessly placed his keys in your hands, unlocking the doors and turning off the engine after you got out, before moving to the trunk to pull out your luggages. Just then, a neighbour of Zayneβs popped their head out, looking at you.
βOh, Y/N! Welcome back! Staying over at your boyfriendβs?β
The elderly neighbour called out, mirth and laughter laced in her words. You simply yelled out an affirmation, ignoring the boyfriend comment as you turned to Zayne, who was suddenly next to you, and checking the time on his watch, glancing at you as you both started to make your way to the elevator lobby, pressing the button.
The elevator dinged open, somehow the tension between you growing thicker as you stepped into the elevator, Zayne carrying your luggage, following behind you as he cleared his throat awkwardly. You still refused to look at him, your eyes on the changing levels displayed at the elevatorβs LED display, swallowing harshly as you felt a lump forming in your throat. Did that night mean nothing to him?
The elevator dinging broke you out of your thoughts, and you hastily made show of fixing your hair, discreetly wiping your eyes and willing your voice to not shake. You clenched your fists - you knew that they would be shaking. They always did, when you were this upset and confused. That, and coupled with barely and rest from your back-to-back missions - you wondered if it would be selfish of you to shut yourself out from everything for a while. Even Zayne. You brushed down your dress, straightening it lightly as you stepped out as soon as the elevator door opened, barely registering the noise that escaped Zayneβs mouth.
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ive been a little busy as of late - i've got a drama competition to rehearse for and a bunch of tests and assignments due the coming weeks, so there mught not be many posts
they should incorporate more of rafayel being multilingual in the game i think. you hear him cursing incomprehensibly in five different languages sometimes. he teasingly uses different terms of endearment, trying to figure out what you react to the best. sometimes he stares at you blankly as he tries to find from the thousands of languages on his head the word for chair.
but when he speaks in lemurian, he's soft and blushing, all flamboyance and exaggeration gone from his face. because calling you his bride, his love in lemurian makes it so, so real to him.
β¦ ππΊπππππ ;; xavier x afab!reader
β¦ ππΎπππΎ ;; smut. hard smut. (MDNI)
β¦ ππΊππ ;; fingerfucking, mean!xavier, dom!xavier, mentions of overstim, inspired by glitch xavier
β¦ ππππ½ πΌππππ ;; 0.6k
β¦ ππΌπππ»πΎ'π ππππΎ ;; i didn't think i'd be here, posting xavier smut drabble, but here we are !! enjoyy~ <3
You gasped, a soft sound that caused Xaviers ears to perk up almost, a movement that you would have normally called out for being cute if it was not for the current situation you were in.
Xavierβs grip on your hips tightened, his voice sultry against your ear, the vibrations making you clench your thighs, only for him to pry your thighs open once more, his fingers delicately dipping into your folds, his teeth catching onto the tip of your ears.
βBunny, donβt. Move.β
You groaned in response, burying your face in his neck, inhaling the heady scent of wines and roses, a soft whimper escaping your lips as he pressed a soft kiss on your head, his fingers pinching your clit, rubbing it soothingly after.
βSo wet for me, mm?β
He murmured against your hair, pressing down on your clit once more, his thumb drawing long, languid lines up and down, his nail catching on your clit lightly, squeezing a gasp from your mouth as your eyes pop open, wide and wild.
βXavier- Xavier wait-β
βAh ah, you promised I could do whatever I wanted to you.β
You sobbed audibly at his words, hands coming to grab onto the white-haired manβs arm, trying to push him away from your aching cunt, but he was persistent. Persistent, hungry and greedy. You could see it in his eyes, in his face through your blurry eyes; that fucker was grinning, his eyes sparkling with desire and pure pride.
βAre you too much of a coward to take back your words, bunny?β
His words always had a gentle jab, but this one felt more like a bite - a bite that would leave marks for the rest of the night. His strokes against your cunt quickened as he pinched your clit once more, before finally inserting a finger into your pussy, pumping it in and out slowly, a ragged moan dropping from his lips as he pulled you closer, groaning as your ass rubbed against his hard cock.
He inhaled sharply, humming as he took in the cacophony of your moans and whines, your hands struggling to push his away from your cunt as he chuckled breathlessly, looking down at you, his other hand grabbing your chin and forcing you to look down at the sight of his fingers moving in and out you.
βLook at that.β
He whispered, a sigh leaving his lips as he pulled his finger out, rubbing his other fingers against it, pulling them apart and watching the string of slick that joined his fingers, a slight shiver wracking his body.
βYouβre so wet, bunny. Do you get this turned on by having me take control?β
He murmured in your ear, his voice husky against your ear, the vibrations causing a low moan and shiver throughout your body as he brought his slick coated hand down, smacking it against your clit before grinding the heel of his hand against it roughly, causing tears to prick in your eyes and a high pitched whine to escape your lips.
βAhn- Ah! W-wait- Xavi-er~!β
Your moans echoed the room, your hands gripping onto his thigh as your nails dug harshly into his pants, reminding you that every inch of his body was still clothed, and you were naked on his lap. You turned to hide your face into his neck, where the scent of his deodorant was stronger, causing you to moan against his neck, your lips grazing against the sweat-slicked skin.
βTonight, youβre all mine, bunny. All. For. My eyes.β
β‘βΛ πͺΌγ» copyright @scribeofnight all rights reserved ;; do not copy, steal, plagarize, reword or repost to other platforms without proper permission || all credits to original owners and creators of the characters from the media + pictures that are not my own.
β¦ ππΊπππππ ;; xavier x afab!reader
β¦ ππΎπππΎ ;; smut. hard smut. (MDNI)
β¦ ππΊππ ;; fingerfucking, mean!xavier, dom!xavier, mentions of overstim, inspired by glitch xavier
β¦ ππππ½ πΌππππ ;; 0.6k
β¦ ππΌπππ»πΎ'π ππππΎ ;; i didn't think i'd be here, posting xavier smut drabble, but here we are !! enjoyy~ <3
You gasped, a soft sound that caused Xaviers ears to perk up almost, a movement that you would have normally called out for being cute if it was not for the current situation you were in.
Xavierβs grip on your hips tightened, his voice sultry against your ear, the vibrations making you clench your thighs, only for him to pry your thighs open once more, his fingers delicately dipping into your folds, his teeth catching onto the tip of your ears.
βBunny, donβt. Move.β
You groaned in response, burying your face in his neck, inhaling the heady scent of wines and roses, a soft whimper escaping your lips as he pressed a soft kiss on your head, his fingers pinching your clit, rubbing it soothingly after.
βSo wet for me, mm?β
He murmured against your hair, pressing down on your clit once more, his thumb drawing long, languid lines up and down, his nail catching on your clit lightly, squeezing a gasp from your mouth as your eyes pop open, wide and wild.
βXavier- Xavier wait-β
βAh ah, you promised I could do whatever I wanted to you.β
You sobbed audibly at his words, hands coming to grab onto the white-haired manβs arm, trying to push him away from your aching cunt, but he was persistent. Persistent, hungry and greedy. You could see it in his eyes, in his face through your blurry eyes; that fucker was grinning, his eyes sparkling with desire and pure pride.
βAre you too much of a coward to take back your words, bunny?β
His words always had a gentle jab, but this one felt more like a bite - a bite that would leave marks for the rest of the night. His strokes against your cunt quickened as he pinched your clit once more, before finally inserting a finger into your pussy, pumping it in and out slowly, a ragged moan dropping from his lips as he pulled you closer, groaning as your ass rubbed against his hard cock.
He inhaled sharply, humming as he took in the cacophony of your moans and whines, your hands struggling to push his away from your cunt as he chuckled breathlessly, looking down at you, his other hand grabbing your chin and forcing you to look down at the sight of his fingers moving in and out you.
βLook at that.β
He whispered, a sigh leaving his lips as he pulled his finger out, rubbing his other fingers against it, pulling them apart and watching the string of slick that joined his fingers, a slight shiver wracking his body.
βYouβre so wet, bunny. Do you get this turned on by having me take control?β
He murmured in your ear, his voice husky against your ear, the vibrations causing a low moan and shiver throughout your body as he brought his slick coated hand down, smacking it against your clit before grinding the heel of his hand against it roughly, causing tears to prick in your eyes and a high pitched whine to escape your lips.
βAhn- Ah! W-wait- Xavi-er~!β
Your moans echoed the room, your hands gripping onto his thigh as your nails dug harshly into his pants, reminding you that every inch of his body was still clothed, and you were naked on his lap. You turned to hide your face into his neck, where the scent of his deodorant was stronger, causing you to moan against his neck, your lips grazing against the sweat-slicked skin.
βTonight, youβre all mine, bunny. All. For. My eyes.β
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β a short love note/drabble, to the man that owns the sea that is my heart.
rafayel, who waited 800 years to be able to see you again. rafayel who chose you, time and time again, over lemuria, his kingdom. rafayel, who wanted you to forget him - to be painless - while he carried the sheer pain of being in love with you, even if it means watching lemurian blood stain the ocean. rafayel, who showed you the ocean, the sands - and how much they loved you too. rafayel, who would let his guard down, take off his mask, if only because you liked seeing his face. rafayel, who was so very surprised you remembered him after that night, at the god of sea's tome.
rafayel, who didn't expect you to remember him after 800 years.
rafayel, who would risk it all for you; time and time again.
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Not because of your heart's Protocore Syndrome, not because of a Wanderer and not because of Onychinus.
You died because of a simple mistake. A malfunction in an AI-controlled taxi that ran you over.
When you were rushed to the hospital, you were already slipping.
Zayne was the first to see you, of course, and immediately tried to resuscitate you. To no avail. And once he was certain there was nothing he could do, he sat on the chair next to your hospital bed, told every staff member to leave the room, and doubled over, hanging his head between his hands and crying. He cursed himself, then cursed the gods, especially Astra, for taking you away from him. For what? As a display of power? To make him see that even without your heart disease, you could still be ripped from existence if the gods deemed it so? His glasses clattered to the ground, as silent tears rolled down his cheeks. He looked up at you, and by the time someone came into the room, it had been hours, and he had not been able to look away, his eyes red.
Xavier was the next to find out. Jenna called him that same day for an urgent meeting, and delivered the news she had just received from the hospital. He didn't say anything. He froze in place, analyzing what she had just said. Then he stood up, and left. He walked home mechanically, not even thinking where he was going, just knowing you wouldn't be there. When he arrived at his apartment, he sat on the couch, and stared at the wall. Before he knew it, there were tears dripping from his chin to his sweater. He made his light-sword appear and gently lifted the star dangling from the pommel, closing his fingers around it and bringing it to his lips. He closed his eyes and muttered a few words of love, which echoed softly around his empty apartment.
Rafayel was the last to find out. Thomas had tried to contact you and had received a message that the phone's owner had passed away. He confirmed the news and told Rafayel. He slammed the door on Thomas's face and walked back towards his art room. A fickle flame appeared on his hand, turning into a hearty fire, which he threw at the paintings. Again. And again. Soon, the whole house was engulfed. He walked out towards the sea, then dove in, swimming down. Swimming fast enough that he couldn't feel his eyes burning, grateful by the fact that he couldn't feel his tears flowing underwater. Swimming deep enough that there was no possible way for the stars to be seen up above.
