#lumiere lads

[crimson-chains]

Wanted to draw him with the Lumiere outfit ^^

[sayangrafayel]

MC and Xavier waiting for an elevator at their workplace

Random co-worker passing by: Hey, Toby!

Xavier: Hey.

MC: Did that guy just call you Toby? Why don’t you correct him?

Xavier: It’s been going on way too long now. The first time we were just passing each other in the hallway, so I didn’t say anything.

MC:

Xavier: And then the next time he said, “Hey Toby, you want a donut?” and I- I wanted a donut. And now it’s 5 years later, the donut is gone, and I’m still Toby.

Xavier: So someone calls me Toby once in a while, it could be worse, it’s not like he calls me Lumiere.

MC: Lumiere. *laughs* Why would he call you Lumiere?

Xavier:

MC: Oh my God.

[purpleconch]

Precious Lumiere.

⋆˚࿔ word count: 932

⋆˚࿔ author's note: i saw this really cute fan art of mc kissing the lumiere doll and him popping to life, if i can find it again i'd link it but this is just what i imagined the first moments would be like

⋆˚࿔ tags/warnings: fluff, kind of suggestive, nsfw, #noangst, basically strangers, drabble, may make a second part depending on how i feel

⋆˚࿔ credit: @.cursed-carmine & @.anitalenia for the sparkle-line dividers

“That’ll be $64.80, just tap there and you’ll be ready to go.”

Finally, after several hours in line at the Lumiere Pop-Up at a local convention, you got your hands on the limited edition Lumiere plushie. Equipped with his special mask and sword, counterfeits never offered, you were ecstatic to get your hands on the drop you had been waiting months for.

You did everything with Lumiere, cooked, cleaned, slept with him–it became a running joke to have the doll everywhere with you. Every event, every photo, Lumiere was seen somehow, someway–a piece of your personality shining through.

One night, you were set to sleep, all the lights off and silence throughout the house. You decided to sleep with the doll after washing it the previous day, having the peaceful aroma of fresh detergent fill your senses as you rested. A sweet night, soft breeze traveling through your window, and stars illuminating across the sky. The soft cotton pressed to your chest, Lumiere sat under your chin, drifting off to sleep.

When you awoke the next day, the doll was gone, replaced by a silver-haired man with a mask on his face. His white suit, illuminated in the sunrise, radiated in your window, with silver detailing cast in the sun. The man’s features underneath the mask were soft, pursed lips, and snow skin with painted rose cheeks. His eyelashes, long and dark, matched his moon hair, resting as he continued to sleep. His full suit, resembling Lumiere’s, from the 3-string collar and blue jacket piece, it was undoubtedly him.

Immediately, as you got up, you noticed his sword lay on the floor with the rest of his equipment. The man’s eyes began to flutter, his hand shielding the bright room from his face. He was scanning the room, immediately realizing this was not his bedroom. The dresses displayed on the rack in front of him obviously did not belong to him, along with the various posters of himself plastered on the wall. Lumiere rose, immediately getting on his feet. It wasn’t long before he noticed you staring at him in his full suit, prancing around the room for his stuff.

Lumiere’s mouth was awfully dry, combing through various scenarios of what would be appropriate for him to say. He intruded into your space without even introducing himself, embarrassing himself in front of you, his cheeks flushed with red.

“You’re real?” You ask with sincerity–yet he can’t really grasp the sentence you just spoke. He notices a familiar figure on the floor out of your eye line. The perfect excuse to save him from the embarrassment of entering the wrong apartment and not having to evade the police for his wrongdoing.

“Um… yes! It is… me! Lumiere, here to um… protect and serve you.” He was a nervous wreck, stumbling over his words, trying to find the nearest exit. Lumiere studied your face more, a deep feeling of recognition sinking in as he noticed your bone structure.

You were the attractive neighbor who lived in the unit below his “very good friend.” This “friend” had only come down a few times, asking you about any major flooding when his washing machine broke, or bringing a package that was accidentally delivered to him. Lumiere’s “friend” gushed about you, trying to match your schedules so he could wave a simple “hi” and freak about it until you met again. It was a constant state of mind for him to think of you–each coupon he got for two, he promised himself to invite you. Yet when the chances came up, Lumiere’s “friend” lost every single one.

“Um… I should get going,” he said, clearing his throat, waving you off.

“Come sit.” He was taken aback, surprised not only by your invitation but also by your eagerness to have a stranger into your house.

“I really shouldn’t.”

You got up from your bed and walked towards him, tugging on his arm back to the bed. Lumiere’s tall body rested on your comforter, his hands spread out behind him. Your hands find his face, feeling his cheeks squish and stretch, his gloved hands reaching to pull you from prodding further.

“How are you here?”

“That’s a secret,” a smirk following his cheeky response, resting your exploratory hands down on your thighs. In response, you lessened the distance between you both, setting yourself between his open legs.

“You look so…”

“Real?” His faint voice finishes your sentence, the intimate distance between you both increasing the tension. Lumiere’s delicate lips left agape as your eyes traced his every feature. You mustered up the strength to swallow, alleviating the dryness that had settled in your mouth and the awkward feeling welling up in your stomach. Again, your hand reaches for him, combing through his hair, noticing his soft blue eyes land on yours.

“You’re pretty,” he admitted. Lumiere was smitten with you, the brush of your hand pushing color throughout his face. His face flushed with a rosy color, his tongue pressed to the top of his lip.

Lumiere wasn’t thinking straight–your dancing hands all over his face had him admitting inner thoughts. It wasn’t until after he uttered the compliment and you froze, removing your hands from his face and dropping to his shoulders, that he regretted his words. He was desperate to capture your fascination, to see the way your eyes sparkled in adoration at every sight of him.

“Do you stay like this forever?” Muttering from your lips as you pat his shoulder. Beads of light surround you both, his skin faintly glowing.

“As long as you’ll have me.”

[cherimoyatea]

Lumiere 🌑🌒🌓🌕

[deluluyunik]

SLEEPOVER

Minors please do not interact!

Xavierxmc(reader)

It's already 1 am in the morning, and you're still moving around the bed with no signs of sleepiness. It's very rare for you to still be wide awake at this late hour, but no wonder, since you and Xavier slept the whole afternoon together instead of going on a date.

You went to the kitchen to drink some water, and you saw the spare key Xavier left for you before going to a sudden appointment with Jeremiah.

(recalling what he said)

"Y/n, sorry, but something urgent came up, and I need to go. I just received a call from Jeremiah. Here's my spare key; if you need anything, just go there anytime. See you later."

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You hold onto the key and have already made up your mind.

"Hmm, I think I'm going to sleep over at Xavier's place tonight."

As you arrived at Xavier's apartment, you opened the door slowly and began to look for him quietly. You reached his room and saw him sleeping peacefully in sweatpants and no shirt. Oh, what a view!

You approach him on his side of the bed and carefully try to wake him up. You were kind of guilty because you knew how much Xavier didn't like to get woken up. But still, you murmur,

"Xavier, hey, wake up, please. Sorry I came here without saying anything; I just couldn't sleep."

Xavier opens one eye and looks at you. He takes a deep breath and stretches. Still sleepy, he holds your hand.

"Hm? What's wrong, princess are you alright?"

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep, so I came here."

He fixes his posture and pulls you to the bed.

"What time is it?"

"It's past 1 am."

He caresses your face and kisses your cheeks.

"Oh, it's really late. I'm sorry, princess. Is something bothering you?"

"No, not really. I think it's because we both slept the whole afternoon."

He chuckles, fixing the blanket, and he changes positions with you being the little spoon. He holds onto your thigh, caressing it, and kisses the back of your head.

"Do you want me to make something for you, miss? Tea or anything?"

You hold onto his arm and don't say a word.

"I'll take that as you're ready to sleep then. Thankfully, I got the bed nice and warm for my beautiful girl already."

He holds you tightly; you can't help but notice his shaft getting hard on your butt.

"Are you comfortable, princess?"

You nod.

"Okay, then, just tell me if you still can't sleep."

Funny for him to say that; how are you supposed to sleep with his hard shaft on your back?

You find yourself instinctively grinding slowly against his shaft; you can hear Xavier's little moans and deep breaths in your ear.

"Are you sure you're ready to sleep, pretty girl? Hmm, it doesn't seem like you are."

You continue grinding on him, and teasingly you say,

"I am getting ready to sleep. What do you mean?"

Xavier's hand holds onto your hips, helping you grind onto him, and he whispers in your ear.

"For starters, my partner, you're grinding your ass so good into me, and usually when you do that, it means you want something, right?"

You hold onto Xavier's hand and move it to your breast, guiding him to hold it. You gasp and bite your lower lip.

"No, of course not, you're wrong."

He puts his hand inside your shirt and teases your nipple in circular motions and kisses your ear.

"Oh, I'm wrong? Okay, if my pretty girl says so, I guess I am."

Licking your ears slowly, he also grinds back into you.

"Then I guess I'll go to sleep then." ~ You hold his arm, and he chuckles.

"I knew you wanted something. Tell me, what do you want?"

His hands slowly moving inside your pants, teasing your cunt

"Do you want me to tire you out? Do you want me to make you feel good? Hm? Pretty girl? Answer me."

Gasping from his touch, you nod your head. He puts his hand inside your thong, rubbing your clit and slowly parting the lips to feel how wet you were.

"I'll give you what you want; you know I can't resist it when my princess is trying to feel good. Just your body against me made me feel all hot."

Xavier pulls your pajamas and your thong out of the way; still in the same position, he parts your legs using his. He sucks on his fingers and puts in your cunt right away, kissing your ear and licking it and purposely breathing and moaning on it.

You grind against his hands, holding on to his shirt for support. You grasp it hard, already tears falling from your eyes just with the little pleasure he was giving to you.

Xavier murmurs,

"Aww, you look so out of it now, y/n, so fucking cute. Just look at what my finger can do to you. You want your head to go empty, sweet girl? Wanna go all nice and dumb for me?"

"Y-yes, Xavier."

He stops fingering you and rubs your clit, kissing your back and biting your shoulder.

"Yeah? You're such a good girl answering me. Let's do that. Let's make your head swim. I just need you to be a good girl for me. Can you do that for me, princess?"

You nod.

"Thank you, sweetheart, for nodding for me like that…I want you to stay up against me like this. I love how it feels to hold you like this."

He hikes up your shirt and holds your breasts, one pinching the nipple while the other was holding on to it like it was in need. He noticed how you were grinding your thighs together and your breath got quick.

"What's wrong baby? Do you like how I tease your breasts? Or maybe it’s the way I whisper in your ear as I slowly touch you… Mmmm?"

You gasp and hold his arm.

"I think that’s the answer. I know how much my voice affects you, especially when I’m talking so sweet and soft like this…"

He licks your ears slowly again and bites onto them while he pinches your nipple.

"X-Xavier, p-please don't stop."

"Yeah? You like that, princess? Your breath keeps hitching every time I pinch your nipples." (Small laugh) "Mhmm, exactly like that. I just love playing with you, making you move any way I want, with just. My. Touch."

He holds your neck like an almost chokehold and kisses you.

You’re grinding your thighs together so bad, darling. Can I play with your cunt again? Is that okay?

"Uhum, p-please, Xavier."

(Pleased) "It looks like my hunch was right. You’re so, so wet for me, princess. Did I do this to you?"

Before you could answer, he shuts your mouth, kissing you hardly, licking it all over. He fingers you right away, curling it to hit your sweet spot. You break from the kissing, moaning loudly.

"Uhum, princess, yes, moan loudly for me; let everyone hear how good these fingers make you feel."

You grind against Xavier's hand, eyes rolling back just from his fingers. You also wanted to make him feel good; you reached onto his shaft, throbbing and wet from the pre-cum, and with a little gesture, you managed to get it out and started to stroke it.

"F-uck Xavier, you're so hard, so big in my hand I can barely hold it."

"Of course I’m hard, princess. Of course I’m hard…You know how much I love…your fingers stroking me.

As you stroke his cock faster and harder, Xavier also picks up on your pace and fucks your pussy harder with his fingers.

"It feels good, baby. Mhmm, fuck…you make me feel so good."

He murmurs into your ear while fingering you harder each time.

"If I just go faster like this…

Then it’s even harder…

To think about anything else.

Anything but my fingers… fucking you.

Oh yeah, listen to that.

You’re so fucking wet.

Listen to how wet your pussy is.

Getting it all wet in my hand.

Dripping like this

I know, I know.

It’s so much.

Just grind on it. Grind into me.

That’s it, that’s it, baby.

My sweet girl.

You’re so fucking sweet.

Arch your back.

Arch into me, baby.

I want to get you closer.

Get close to that edge.

I know you can do it.

I know you can.

I just want to get you there.

So fucking close.

Tell me when you’re close.

I need to know.

Mhmm, just like that.

Come on."

You couldn't take his words anymore; just with his finger and voice, he was making you go nuts, eyes rolling back, legs shaking, back arching, and loud moans. He was indeed making you go dumb for him.

"You must be close, princess. Tell me when you're close, come on."

He is now rubbing your clit harshly yet steadily, making your orgasms even closer.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum, fuck, I'm gonna cum."

You hold onto his arm.

"Uhum, such a good girl. Such a pretty girl for me… But if I just…"

He stops.

"N-no, no. Fuck Xavier, baby. Why? Please, no."

He grins and teasingly consoles you while he puts his fingers on your mouth to suck it.

"I know, baby. I’m so sorry. You were so close, weren’t you? And you were being so good. But I didn’t let you cum. Do you know why that is? (Whisper) Because I want you to cum all down my cock."

He changes his position with him now on top of you, slightly pulling his PJs down, and he strokes his cock.

"My cock is still so fucking hard for you. Still throbbing. It needs to be inside of your wet, hot cunt."

Xavier positions himself, tapping his cock in your cunt. He smirks.

"You’re still so fucking wet, my princess; I can just slip it inside you right now. Let me hold one of your legs up."

As he holds your leg up and puts it on his shoulder, he slides his cock inside your cunt right away, moving fast and hard.

He murmurs.

"Fuck, just look at how easy that was, baby. Feel how wet you are for me. Just for me. All for me."

He licks your foot as he watches you get fucked; he was so aroused that he could cum anytime.

"Your pussy feels so good. You feel so good. [Kiss your foot] You’re just so perfect, baby. It’s like your cunt was made for me. Just for me."

He begins to move deep and hard, hitting all of your sweet spots.

"X-Xavier, y-yes, t-that spot right there…fuck…" you moan loudly.

"Yeah? Just like that? I’ve got you. I’ve got you, princess."

Both of you could already feel the pleasure building up, reaching the orgasm. Xavier fucked you even harder.

"You're so beautiful, y/n, so perfect for me. I’ll let you cum this time. Cum with me, f-uck yes, I'm gonna cum. Rub your clit for me. Yes, just like that, cum for me, pretty girl."

Both of you reach orgasm; Xavier, still jerking, holds onto your leg tightly and kisses it. You, on the other hand, were trembling hard and couldn't even breathe properly. Xavier reaches to you.

"Baby… Are you okay? Do you feel good?"

He lies beside you and hugs you, kissing your cheeks.

"You were so good. You did such a good job. Now just relax with me, sweetheart. It’s okay. I just want you to stay in my arms. Close your eyes for a bit and just listen to my voice."

He kisses your head and caresses it.

"Don’t worry. I’ll make sure we get cleaned up before we sleep. Just rest. Rest with me, and try considering sleeping over more often, princess."

~Note: While writing this I was like: "hmm Xavier looks talkative today; maybe Lumiere took over? lol :p"

[hunnybun82]

This guy.

[pussysidon]

Saint Louis baddies take advantage he's right there

[punkshrimp]

Details of: Love and Deepspce

Lumiere’s suit.

I may do more in the future. I am just obsessed with this man’s outfit. Forgive me Xavier.