✦ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ;; xavier x afab!reader
✦ 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ;; smut. hard smut. (MDNI)
✦ 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 ;; fingerfucking, mean!xavier, dom!xavier, mentions of overstim, inspired by glitch xavier
✦ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 ;; 0.6k
✦ 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 ;; 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.
Xavier’s 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.
“Bunny, don’t. Move.”
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.
“So wet for me, mm?”
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.
“Xavier- Xavier wait-”
“Ah ah, you promised I could do whatever I wanted to you.”
You sobbed audibly at his words, hands coming to grab onto the white-haired man’s 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.
“Are you too much of a coward to take back your words, bunny?”
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.
“Look at that.”
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.
“You’re so wet, bunny. Do you get this turned on by having me take control?”
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.
“Ahn- Ah! W-wait- Xavi-er~!”
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.
“Tonight, you’re all mine, bunny. All. For. My eyes.”
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✦ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ;; rafayel x gn!reader
✦ 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ;; fluff, pure fluff and brainrots, not fully coherent thoughts
✦ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 ;; 0.7k
✦ 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 ;; obsessed and thinking about husband rafayel 24/7 - so a little filler drabble while i finish up the zayne oneshot and before i go to bed. enjoy my seashells <3 (currently can't add my yellows - i'll edit the format tomorrow)
⟢ husband! rafayel who makes sure there's always a place for you to sit or lay down on when you're in the room watching him paint
⟢ husband! rafayel who smears paint on your cheeks while you're sleeping, only to feel bad and paint a small sunset or ocean or sunrise or the sky or anything, really, across your cheeks
⟢ husband! rafayel who will trace miscellaneous shapes on your collarbones and shoulders - connecting every freckle and mole
⟢ husband! rafayel who looks at your stretch marks and kisses them gently, tracing every curve and smiling up at you, stopping to only tell you how much they look like stardust
⟢ husband! rafayel who would cave when you give him puppy eyes and a pout - he's weak for you, he knows
⟢ husband! rafayel who once reserved a whole restaurant because he remembered you saying you don't like eating in front of a lot of people, just so you would be comfy on your date night
⟢ husband! rafayel who would collect seashells everyday as he walks on the beach with you, telling you stories about his adventures when he was a little kid in lemurian waters; placing them in a tiny jar that he gives to you - and his grin is so blinding and hug so warm and kiss so tender when he sees it on your desk and in your bag.
⟢ husband! rafayel who thinks you look exceptionally pretty in pearls, but he thinks you're ethereal when you're in his bed, curled up around him, bed hair and sour breath and all
⟢ husband! rafayel who grew fond of cats because of how much you love them - who fell in love with the way you looked and loved cats, and could never think of cats as harmful ever again (especially when you look at them like how you look at him)
⟢ husband! rafayel who buys you dresses upon dresses, if only to see you wear them and spin around like the disney princess you deserved to be but couldn't affort to be
⟢ husband! rafayel introducing you to little fishies during a swim in the ocean, calling you his wife and watching with awe as the fishes boop your nose and circle you two, guiding you both through the waters to the prettiest coral reef ever
⟢ husband! rafayel who lets you see his silvery scars from fighting for his kingdom, letting you trace them even though he flinches from the memories - only soothed by your fingertips and gentle kisses to his skin, your calloused thumbs wiping away falling tears
⟢ husband! rafayel dedicating a whole exhibit with every painting of everything you've ever loved and liked, with the centerpiece as both of you dancing at the banquet, with the words "for my ocean" as its caption
⟢ husband! rafayel who has never thought of having kids until he took one look at you with your nephew, and decided he wanted some then and there
⟢ husband! rafayel who brings you trinkets and tidbits from wherever he travels to, be it in Linkon or overseas, because every little thing reminds him of you (he'd rather live with your memory and you by his side than have to lose you again)
⟢ husband! rafayel that would not let you go anywhere without him - he knows you can defend yourself, but he wants to be able to see you and touch you just in case; he likes protecting you (if only to make up for all the time that he wasn't there to protect you - could you blame him? he wanted you to forget, he was sure you would)
⟢ husband! rafayel that would cook for you when you return home from work, shit-faced and weak, wobbly, exhausted legs - who would feed you and hold you close as your words slurred, a fond smile on his face as he squished your cheeks, watching you fall asleep, your features so beautifully calm and peaceful
⟢ husband! rafayel who never wants to see you cry, but would sit there on the bathroom floor at 5am, wiping your tears away when memories of you both together centuries ago flooded your mind, his heart aching as he watched you cry over not remembering him when it really was his fault
⟢ husband! rafayel who would hold your hair back when you didn't like the way it felt, tying it up into a bun and decorating it with little seashell clips so you felt pretty
⟢ husband! rafayel who would see his child hold a paintbrush, painting a very wonky looking apple and sing with glee - who would frame the apple painting and title it "[child's name]'s first painting"
⟢ husband! rafayel who would tell his child how wonderful of a mother you are, spinning the baby around before he tucks the baby onto his hips, holding her close
⟢ husband! rafayel who would rest his forehead against yours at least 5 times a day, loving the peace and love that radiates from you, seeping into him and soothing his bones, a quick kiss on your lips sealed the deal
⟢ husband! rafayel who always tells you that he's glad to finally be yours, to kiss you and hold you close
⟢ husband! rafayel who looks at you like you hung the moon and stars when you tell him you love him
⟢ husband! rafayel who is just so happy you come home to him everyday
♡. head empty only husband rafayel.
✧˖°. header creds ;; @editshan <𝟑
♡₊˚ 🪼・ 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.
★ 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.
♡₊˚ 🪼・ 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.
helplessly thinking about late night talks w raffie... what he'd say to you n how he'd respond along w how his lips would feel against your forehead or your cheek or temple........
