Tara finishes adjusting the veil and steps back. Sitting at the vanity, you gaze at yourself in the mirror in awe. Your white dress is gorgeous, your jewelry sparkling like stars across your skin. You look like a princess.
"I think Xavier's going to faint when he sees you," Tara giggles.
"He better!"
You can't stop the smile from spreading across your face, happiness growing inside of you like the sea lavender embroidered on your dress. Your heart is beating fast, excitement and joy threatening to burst like fireworks inside your heart.
There's a knock at the door. Jeremiah's voice comes through.
"Are you ready? I need to hand you something."
"Come in," you call. Tara unlocks the door for him. He enters with a purple paper bag in his hand.
You turn around in your seat to face him.
"Wow. You look incredible." Jeremiah is stunned for a moment. Then, he lets out an exasperated but fond sigh. "Yeah, it's definitely going to get worse…"
"What's going to get worse?" you ask, confused.
"You're going to need these." Jeremiah pulls out two pairs of sunglasses from the bag, handing out a pair to Tara and then to you. "You'll see what I mean when you step out."
"It's cloudy today, though," Tara says.
You're not sure what's going on, but you wear the sunglasses anyways. You know Jeremiah wouldn't give you this without a reason.
Right before he leaves the room, he pauses. "Oh, by the way, don't tell Xavier I saw you in your dress before he could." He shakes his head. "I think he might actually kill me."
You laugh. "My lips are sealed."
Jeremiah gives you one last smile before exiting the room. Tara walks over to you, holding your hands in her own. "Are you ready? Feeling nervous?"
"I'm a little worried about the rain," you admit, standing up from your seat at the vanity. "But not about Xavier. I'm excited to see him." You squeeze Tara's hands gently. "Since the beginning, I knew he was the one for me. I can only hope he feels the same."
"I'm sure he does!" Tara says. "C'mon, let's hurry before the rain starts."
The resort you and Xavier chose has a beautiful garden venue for weddings. When you step outside the hotel building, you look up to see a dark, thundering sky. Lightning flashes for a moment. You see something glowing in the distance, growing brighter as you walk down the cobblestone path and push open the iron gate. Right away, you understand why Jeremiah gave you and all the other guests sunglasses.
Standing at the end of the stone path in his white suit is Xavier glowing like the sun. When he sees you enter the garden, his light brightens further. The guests closest to him at the front have to shield their eyes and look away, even with the sunglasses on. You struggle to stifle your laughter as you walk gracefully towards him, blue and white hydrangeas and purple sea lavender arranged neatly along the path. The wind picks up, your dress flowing behind you like flower petals dancing in the air.
When you finally reach him, he holds his hand out to you. You grasp it gently and take his other hand too, facing him. His smile has your heart fluttering inside your chest, his cerulean eyes full of all the adoration the skies and space could possibly hold. The warmth of your resonance flows from your heart to your hands, into his hands and up through his heart, calming his Evol and reducing the brightness of his glow enough for you to take off your sunglasses. The other guests breath out a silent sigh of relief, removing their sunglasses as well.
As the officiator begins speaking, you and Xavier exchange quiet words.
"You look beautiful," Xavier whispers in awe.
"So do you," you whisper back, giggling. "Baby, how long have you been blinding the guests?"
"I don't know. I couldn't help it. I'm just…" He raises your hand to his cheek, nuzzling the palm of your hand. "…so happy."
When it's time to exchange rings, Puffball flies over with the ring box, dropping it into Xavier's hands with a cheerful chirp. You slip the gold band onto his ring finger, and he does the same for you. His thumb brushes over the band on your finger, soft and gentle.
The officiator finally says the words you've both been waiting for.
"You may now kiss the bride."
Xavier kisses you so sweetly, slow and languid like you have all the time in the world. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing him back with just as much love and longing.
Suddenly, rain crashes down from the skies, a torrential downpour strong enough to sweep away some of the decorations. You and Xavier hold hands as you run towards the hotel, laughing all the way. Some of the guests shriek as they rush to get out of the rain. By the time you and Xavier make it into the reception hall, your dress and his suit are completely soaked through by the rain, hair and clothes dripping onto the floor like you're a pair of wet cats.
"Do you know what a lot of rain means on a wedding?" Xavier asks.
You grin. "A lifetime of happiness and abundance ahead."
"That's right. We're one lucky couple, huh?"
"As we should be!"
You dance the night away in your drenched clothes, completely carefree. The party goes on late into the night. You stumble into the hotel room with Xavier, drunk and dizzy in love. You clutch his tie as you kiss him messily. His breath is uneven, his hands hot on your waist.
Xavier pulls away for a second, cursing under his breath as he fumbles with the zipper on your dress. "What's with this thing?"
His grumpy expression makes you giggle deliriously. You tug at the buttons on his suit jacket, kissing his jaw and then the pulse point on his neck. Your hand slips under his shirt, your body leaning against him. As he moves backwards, you both fall onto the bed in one heap, clinging to one another. Tangled in each other's arms, it feels like bliss.
You sigh happily with your face pressed against his chest and your hand resting over his heart. Its rhythm beats steady and strong against the palm of your hand. The sound and feeling is calming, a soothing salve for your scarred heart. In the dark room, with the moon as your witness, you whisper soft words of hope into the air like a wish.
"Xavier, when I'm with you, it feels like I can live freely. Like I can build a peaceful home and future with you, cozy and quiet. Like I'll never have to hide or run away again." You close your eyes, drowsiness overtaking you as your body relaxes. "I feel safe when I'm with you." You clutch his shirt, mumbling into the fabric. "I just don't want you won't get tired of me."
Xavier rests his hand on top of yours and hugs you closely, pressing a kiss to your hair. "We're married now, aren't we? That means I want you by my side for the rest of our lives. I want you with me for as long as possible. No matter how long we're together, I'll never get tired of you."
You squeeze him tightly. Together, you'll drift off into sleep, and together, you'll wake. In same way the sun and moon set and rise every day, you and Xavier will share every dusk and dawn together. These fleeting moments shared together will remain with your souls until the end of time. Brief, bittersweet, and beautiful, like twilight glimmering on the horizon—your shared love is too precious to describe with words. Helpless against the tides of fate, all you can do is embrace the darkness willingly with steadfast determination.
You can rest easy knowing that his light will always guide you through the darkness to him once more.
synopsis xavier has hinted to you that he wanted to get woken up by you in a different way.
xavier x fem!reader ☆ SMUT ☆ sub!xavier (MDNI!)
tags handjob, blowjob, riding, somno (w/ consent)
note hey luvs, its been more than a week since i last posted so im posting smut to help me get back in my writing grind. enjoy n luv ya! <3
Xavier had asked you if you were okay to try somnophilia with him. He expressed he wanted to know what it is like to wake up with you trying to make him cum. You were down to do it as long as he is willing to do it and you have his consent to do it with him.
It's been days since the talk, and he wondered if you were uncomfortable with the idea despite him giving you his full consent. He let it pass, and the days flew by.
It wasn't that you didn't want to do it; it's more that you wanted to find the right time to do it without the both of you having to worry about time. It was finally a day off, and you decided to give your boyfriend a morning surprise.
You woke up first and stared at his face as he peacefully snored beside you. You slowly dragged your hands along his chest to his thighs. Your hands slowly caressed his cock through his boxers as you pulled his boxers down to reveal his aching cock.
Xavier started to moan as you worked on his cock. You were stroking it lightly as you fastened the pace little by little. As you fasten the pace, you are massaging his balls as you place soft kisses on his thighs. He started to slowly open his eyes as you continued to stroke his cock, earning you breathy moans from his mouth.
He felt a hint of pleasure as he tried to think if this was just a wet dream, as it felt real as he continued to moan. He finally woke up with you between his legs giving him a handjob.
"Ahhhh… baby," he muttered as he tried to compose himself. Once you realized he had woken up, this is where you roughly thrust his cock into your hands, which earned you a surprised moan from his mouth.
"Ughhhhh, baby... Please, slow down," he pleaded while trying not to cum. "Baby, I'm going to cum—" he said, which, in turn, made you suddenly stop stroking him.
"Arghh... baby. Why did you sto—" and before he can finish his sentence, you place his cock into your mouth and slowly suck him.
Your mouth moved up and down through his cock as you slowly quickened the pace. He could only moan as you worked your way on his cock. "Ughhh... baby—please slow down," he pleaded without slowing down the pace.
Soon enough the room was filled with his moans and pleas. You can't get enough of him and his moans. "Baby, I will really cum… Please let me cum… Ahhhh," he said as he gripped his fingers into the sheets. In a few seconds, your throat was coated with his cum as he tried to calm down. He slowly breathes in and out as he catches his breath.
As he saw you move towards him, "Baby, don't sink down yet... I'm still sensitive," he pleaded, but you quickly sank down onto his sensitive cock, earning a loud moan from him.
"Are you okay, baby?" you mockingly asked him as you ride his cock. "Ahhhhh... I'm okay. You can wake up like this anytime," as he tried to match your movement.
You felt him moving his hips upwards as he tried to match your pace. "That's it, baby. Keep thrusting into me," you praised him as you fastened up the pace.
"Uhhhh... I love... when I feel you throb while being inside of me," he said as he grabbed onto your tights and thrust his cock more roughly into you.
You were feeling your climax coming, by which you also felt he was nearing his climax by the way he roughly thrust into you and your insides consumed his cock more.
"Baby, I'm coming. Are you going to cum too?" he asked as you nodded at him. After a few more thrusts, you felt his cum coat your insides while he slowly thrust every last drop of his cum.
The two of you catch your breaths as he pulls you into his chest. "Baby, please stay. Don't pull out; let's just stay like this," he pleaded as you felt his cock throb inside you. "Okay, baby. Let's sleep again," you said as you placed a kiss onto his lips.
Minutes passed by, and the both of you fell asleep again with his cock and cum buried inside of you. Xavier definitely liked this morning surprise and will make it up to you later tonight.
even if the sunlight filtering in through the window is warm, nothing beats the comforting embrace of your lover beside you; aka, mornings with the love interests.
feat. caleb, rafayel, sylus, xavier, zayne.
genre : fluff
note : can you tell what i desperately want to do with all of them lol anyways… waking up to a handsome and pretty boy what a dream.
❀ CALEB
the morning sun is barely peeking through the closed curtains of the bedroom you lay in. you can hear the faint chirping of birds as they too begin to rise from their slumber and begin their day. it’s cold in the room, a nice contrast from the warmth and comfort of the duvet you’re curled up in. the scent of fruit mixed with a masculine perfume fills your senses as you bury your head further into the blanket as you try to get back into the lull of sleep. you’ve had a long night, and with the promotional banquet lasting for so long, being awake at this hour was criminal.
but with the lack of another body in the bed to comfort you back to sleep, sleep slowly slips away from you and the ceiling is all you can focus on. with a heavy sigh, your body slowly slides off of the plush mattress and you begin your sluggish trek out of your lover’s bedroom in search of him.
the smell of breakfast is what attracts your attention as you enter the kitchen of caleb’s home. as you turn your head to the stove, the man of the hour is standing in front of it. there’s a pink frilly apron tied around his waist and from behind you could tell that his hair is a mess. honestly, this man’s sleeping habits haven’t changed a bit seeing how horrible his bed hair remained from the time you were both young. you feel a smile grow on your lips, heart warming at the sight of his familiar bed hair.
until caleb turns around and reveals the mess of yesterday on him.
along with the mess of hair on top of his head, lipstick marks are covering your lover nearly from head to toe as if some crazed lover attacked him last night. there were marks all over his face, his neck, even down his shoulders possibly, and his lips were smeared in the pigment that you’re well acquainted with. however, despite the mess on his skin, eyes of amethyst shine brightly seeing you stand in the kitchen doorway and his lips pull up into that boyish grin tat you’ve grown to love through all these years.
if anything, caleb looks like he’s proud wearing your lipstick all over his skin.
“good morning, shortstack! did you sleep well?” caleb asks with a wide grin. his eyes follow you as you make your way to him to get a closer look at the mess of hair and lipstick on his head. you feel his lips press onto your forehead as you get close enough to the taller air pilot.
“i think so,” you begin as you peer over the stove to peek at the breakfast he was preparing. “more importantly, did you sleep well? why didn’t you stop me?” you ask him. it’s clear you’re referencing the mess you’ve made of him, but caleb only gives you a pleased smile in response.
“i enjoyed the attention,” caleb says as he flips the sizzling omelette in the frying pan. “besides, it’s not everyday you come home so eager to shower me in affection.”
you sigh in response to your lover’s words. your hands raise up to hopefully flatten a strand of caleb’s hair that tries to defy the laws of gravity by sticking up and out of his head. as if reading your mind, caleb squats down just enough for your hands to reach where they need to and enjoying your touch in the process.
“you’re a mess, you know?” you murmur softly as your fingers stray from his hair and onto the skin of his cheek. your heart melts seeing your lover lean into your touch. but, before you could fully pull away from him caleb’s hand reaches for your own. his hand is much larger than yours, palm calloused and rough from years of training in the deepspace aviation administration, and pulls you closer to him. you hear the faint click of the stove turning off before you’re met face to face with the playful man in front of you.
“if you’re so bothered by it, why don’t i pay you back tenfold for what you did to me, pipsqueak?”
your lover ignores your pleas as he leans forward, pressing his lips all over your face and covering as much skin as he possibly could. your giggles echo in the kitchen as you beg for caleb to release you from this prison, but he’s much stronger than you and he’s relentless in his punishment to you. despite his body being rugged and big, suited for being the colonel of the farspace fleet, he holds you firmly against him but never enough to harm you. your lover lands a final, sloppy kiss on your cheek, releasing the kiss with an obnoxiously loud smooch as your laughter quietly dies down from his onslaught of affectionate attacks.
lavender eyes gaze into yours, taking in every inch of your face that he loves so much as the morning sun continues to fill his home with warmth. but nothing could ever compare to the love and warmth that caleb shares with you as he leans down once more to press his lips onto yours in a gentle kiss filled with nothing but the deep affection and adoration held for only you.
❀ RAFAYEL
the gentle warmth of the sun is beginning to rise over the horizon, showering the glistening waves in a golden hue. the crisp morning air flows through the cracked windows of your lover’s home and causes you to retreat deeper into the plush duvet of rafayel’s bed. the ocean air is cool and your body seeks the comfort and safety of the blanket wrapped around you. as the chill begins to seep through the cracks of the blanket and rouse you from your slumber, you feel the dip of the bed of another body joining you. your eyes crack open slightly and catch a blurry purple blob pull back the covers and a familiar warmth encase you.
the familiar scent of the sea breeze and clean laundry brings a sense of comfort to you and you automatically wrap your arms around your lover as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. it seems he stayed up a tad too late on his artistic endeavors and is only now going to bed just as the day is beginning. your fingers play with the ends of rafayel’s purple hair, twirling them around your finger as you gently massage his scalp.
“g’morning,” you mumble out sleepily. rafayel doesn’t say anything and responds with his nose nuzzling the side of your neck. you sigh sleepily and pull away from your lover for a brief moment to look at him.
through your half-asleep daze, you could see your purple haired lover looking at you with his beautiful azure-pink eyes. his gaze is as fiery as his evol, filled with passion and so many emotions that sometimes it's hard to read just exactly what he's thinking. as if on instinct, your hand finds its way to the side of rafayel's face and cups his jaw. your thumb rubs gently across his cheek and your heart flutters as the artist leans into your touch. soft, pillowy lips gently press against the sensitive skin of your palm, but his eyes never leave yours.
"go back to sleep, cutie. don't wake up so early because of me," rafayel whispers against your skin. his hand encases your own and he buries his face into your palm, indulging himself in the warmth and familiarity of your skin on his. he presses another kiss this time on your inner wrist before shifting so that he's eye to eye with you.
you can see the dark eye-bags beginning to form underneath your lover's eyes and your thumb gently caresses the skin.
"shouldn't i be telling you to sleep more?" you murmur as your eyes rake over his face. it's impossible to hide the furrow in your brow as you examine every inch of your lover's face for other signs of fatigue. "you know your life shortens when you sleep less, and you already get little to no sleep."
rafayel pauses slightly at your words before chuckling softly. the purple haired lemurian wraps his arms around your body, pulling you closer into his embrace and closer to the eyes that have captivated you. he rests his forehead on yours, his warmth melting the coolness of the air around you as he encases you with nothing but the comfort of his body.
"there's nothing in the world that could take me from you, my beautiful love," rafayel whispers to you. he presses a simple, yet loving kiss to the top of your head before looking at you once more. there's a loving smile blooming on his rosy lips and an even more loving expression in his eyes as he affectionately brushes the skin of your cheek with his finger. "don't worry, for i'm yours to have. and i'm here resting with you now."
your lover's eyes show nothing but sincerity as he leans down to press the gentlest of kisses to you, your lips moving immediately to his act of love. despite the kiss being short, there was no hiding his deep adoration for you and the promise he'll keep of being by your side until the end of time. your hearts beat as one as the sound of the sea and the solace of each other's embrace quietly lulls the two of you back to sleep.
❀ SYLUS
dawn has not even broken through the horizon yet when you begin to stir from your sleep. even though exhaustion seeps through every single bone of your body, the quiet shuffling of clothes and the faint click of the door closing into place is enough to alert you that you’re no longer alone in the safety of your lover;s bedroom. although your eyesight is a blurred mess from waking up from your sleep, you know that whoever is in the room as of now is not a threat. if anything, you’re well aware of just who is in this room.
not that any person who poses as an actual threat to you would ever dare try to break into onychinus’ headquarters, let alone think about harming their leader’s one and only.
“good morning, kitten,” sylus’ voice is a calm whisper beside your ear, finger gently brushing away the hair that has fallen over your face. you can hear his deep chuckle, most likely at whatever expression you have in your half-asleep state, and shortly after his lips press against your forehead. “i didn’t mean to wake you up, dear. you should go back to sleep.”
your vision begins to clear as sleep is gradually blinked away from your eyes. your tall, silver haired lover is hovering above you with a soft smile; unbefitting of the leader of onychinus but absolutely expected as the one you hold closest to your heart. he looks haggard; eye bags heavy and dark underneath his beautiful ruby eyes. sylus must be exhausted having to work all through the night, but he tries to never show it in front of you even though you can always tell.
your hand reaches up to cup his jaw and, like a dragon obeying his beloved other half, obediently leans into your touch. the night must have been cool for his skin to be colder than your touch, or maybe it’s because you’ve been comfortably curled up in the thick duvet covering his bed. sylus sighs with closed eyes and only opens them once he’s satiated with your touch.
a calloused hand encases the hand over his jaw and ruby eyes stare directly into your own.
“i can’t. i have to get ready for work, anyways,” you murmur back to your lover. sylus frowns at your words. a finger gently pushes you forehead down when you try to sit up.
“and walk in with those eyebags? kitten, the organization would think you’re a wanderer if you walk in looking like that,” sylus quickly quips back at you. at his words, you send him a glare; of course, instead of being sweet to you in the morning and making sure you slept great your boyfriend decides to humble you. but… would he be sylus without a remark full of sass?
“stay in a while longer, it’s not like you’ll be reprimanded for coming in late this once,” sylus tells you with a playful smile. “besides, it’s not like you’re the only person coming in late all the time because they’re busy sleeping.” you roll your eyes at his dig at your coworker. your lover traces his finger across your cheek and behind your ear, his large hand sending your skin ablaze with every inch that he touches. but you find comfort in his touch and your body yearns for the comfort and safety of his arms.
“oh, alright. but go shower first, you smell like sweat and blood and i don’t want that to cling to me,” you give in with a heavy sigh. sylus chuckles at your request and leans down once more to kiss you; despite his rugged appearance, his lips are always soft to the touch. each movement against you is filled with so much passion and love, almost as if his body has been yearning for you for a thousand years. as you begin to pull away, you could feel sylus take a breath before eagerly chasing after you to kiss you again and again.
after being fully satiated with the kisses and love received from you, sylus pulls away, teeth gently pulling your bottom lip in a playful manner before letting go and leaving you behind to patiently wait for the return of his warm embrace until the sun begins to filter in through the dark curtains of his bedroom window.
❀ XAVIER
it is way past sunrise by the time you’ve gain consciousness in your own apartment. the morning light shines into your bedroom, the rays of pure sunshine peeking through the curtains of your bedroom window and filling the room with nothing but the warmth of the sun. the morning songbirds sing their songs through the sky and the bustling of the city in the distance is comforting in a way.
though, not as comforting as the weight of the body lying on top of yours. or rather, not as comforting and not as heavy. the sleeping hunter snoozing away on your chest is in a deep sleep; his breaths are quiet and even as his head rests comfortably on your chest. the golden rays of sun make his blond hair glisten and shine even brighter than he normally is. from the angle he’s at, you cannot see his face, but you’re assured that he’s peaceful in the comfort of your warmth. and your chest.
as much as you would like to stay in bed all morning, you know staying in longer than necessary would cause your body to be sluggish for the rest of the day. and so you begin to shuffle out of bed being careful not to awaken the slumbering prince on top of your body. however, your plan quickly fails as the lack of warmth underneath his body is enough to awaken him.
“mmm… morning,” xavier mumbles sleepily, his voice groggy with drowsiness dripping from his voice. the blond hunter mumbles something incoherent to you before he nuzzles his face into your chest then rests his chin on your body to look at you. his beautiful pale cerulean eyes are half lidded as he gazes up at you. in this light and in this moment, you have to admit how utterly cute and charming he looks. you’re tempted to close your eyes and go back to sleep with him, but you know your body will regret it in the long run.
“morning, sleepyhead,” you whisper to your lover. your hand comes up to brush away the blond strands cover his face. as if on instinct, xavier leans into your touch, leaning into it and remaining unmoved to bask in being in your palm. for a hunter who killed 70,000 wanderers, seeing him become so supple and obedient at your simple touch melts your heart. his blue eyes, akin to the sky, stare into your eyes, never wandering far from your face as the both of you begin to pull away from the intoxicating arms of sleep.
“don’t you want to sleep a bit more? you can; i’m just going to get ready for the day,” you murmur to xavier. your thumb rubs gently across your lover’s cheek, admiring how smooth his skin is despite his job as a hunter. he closes his eyes for a mere moment and takes in the feeling of your finger rubbing across his skin.
“as much as i love sleeping,” xavier begins, pressing his lips against your palm, “i’d rather spend our day off awake and with you.”
his eyes are twinkling as if stars were caught up in the vast sky that is his eyes and you feel your own heart skip a beat at the sincerity of his words as he smiles up at you. you sigh as your hand slowly slides up his cheek and-
“hey…!” your lover exclaims softly as your fingers gently squeeze his cheek, tugging his skin and shaking his head back and forth. your brows furrow as you shake him, annoyed at how cute he can be so early in the morning.
“that’s what you get for being so charming this morning,” you say as you pull your hands away. xavier looks up at you, eyes wide and his bottom lip jutting out just enough to get the perfect pout. but his little act doesn’t last for long as the blond hunter sits up and hovers over your body on the bed. his hands rest beside your head as he leans down so you’re eye to eye with him. there’s a playful glint in his eyes as he smiles down at you.
“then, starlight, do i get to punish you for being so cute, too?” xavier asks. pale blue eyes glance down at your lips, a signal that you know far too well.
your arms reach up to wrap around your lover’s neck, pulling him down as he eagerly leans forward to capture your own lips in his. his kiss is gentle, nothing short of loving and affectionate. but you could feel his eagerness for you, the heat rising with each movement of his lips on yours. your hands gently push against xavier’s chest before anything could go any further.
you almost laugh out loud seeing his pout as he obeys your wishes; his expression gives away all of his wants and needs to you and you can’t help but find him endearing. you reach up to lean up to quickly peck the corner of his lips, but your lover moves faster and, with a quick turn of his head, he’s kissing you again. the morning is warm and filled with sunshine as xavier showers you with affection he has been withholding this morning. but no sunlight could ever compare to the star holding you within his loving embrace.
❀ ZAYNE
the quiet buzzing and ruffling of the bedsheets is all you can hear before your body begins to rouse from your deep slumber. although your eyes haven’t completely opened yet, you recognize the blurry, dark blob beside you as his long arms reach over the nightstand to turn off the alarm. the comfort of his embrace is enough to lull you back to sleep, but you’re well aware that the warmth that you two share is fleeting as the day begins and the dreaded hours of work begin for the both of you.
unfortunately for you, the sun has yet to rise and the darkness is enough to truly drag you back into the depths of sleep, but you begin to truly wake up as zayne’s arms pull away from your body.
“mn…” you mumble as words try to form in your bedridden state. your arm drowsily reaches forward, clinging onto the body beside you and preventing him from immediately leaving your side.
you can hear his soft chuckle at your antics and a rough hand touching the side of your face; he’s cold to the touch, but you don’t mind it at all. it’s a beautiful contrast compared to the warmth hidden underneath the blankets you share. you pull zayne closer to you in hopes of enticing the poor heart surgeon into staying with you for just a bit longer; not that you don’t want him to go to work but because it’s just so comfortable being here with him. you hum in content feeling your lover’s stubble poking at your neck, an unusual feeling but one you welcome as it’s zayne’s body on your skin.
“good morning, beloved,” zayne whispers to you in a quiet voice. for being known as a cold and reserved doctor to others, he has shown you nothing but warmth and love as your boyfriend and you wouldn’t have it any other way. the calmness in which he speaks to you, his tone filled with nothing but adoration for you and only you makes your heart melt completely despite his evol being ice.
“you know i have to get ready for work, dear,” zayne murmurs softly as he begins to pull away, much to your despair. your hands reach for him again, but he’s far from your reach now. instead, hands covered in scars from his field of work encase one of your own and you can feel his lips press against the sensitive skin of your palm. his kiss is gentle despite the ticklish feeling of his stubble against your skin.
your eyes begin to open now, slowly focusing on the man above you. zayne has sat up now, olive green eyes looking down at you with nothing but sincere adoration and the longing to fall back into your arms and sleep for another hundred years. it’s not like he doesn’t yearn to be beside you, but duty calls and he cannot let more lives fall because of his hands.
“…i know,” you mumble back to him. zayne whispers an apology to you as you begin to sit up alongside him. rough hands intertwine with your own and you feel your body being slightly tugged towards him. his scent, clean with a hint of pine, nearly intoxicates you as you try to fight back the urge to wrap yourself around him and pull him down again.
“i love you,” you whisper to him. zayne’s breath hitches at your words and you can feel his forehead gently lean against your own.
“can i kiss you?” he asks you, his words a mere breath as if you’ll deny his request and shame him for his desire for your lips on his. you don’t have to say a word, a mere nod is enough and your lover leans forward to capture your lips with his. he’s gentle with you, kissing you with so much ardor yet so hesitantly as if you’ll break from his touch. before you could do anything else, zayne pulls away from your kiss. although he doesn’t return your words of affection to him, his actions and his kiss alone are enough of a reminder that he returns your sentiments the same amount, if not tenfold.
he loves you, and he wishes for the day he can say it back to you again and again and again.
you had just been on your phone in the bed scrolling through Instagram when you came up on a reel
“all men have breeding kinks it just needs to be unlocked”
You scoff at it a little, that’s kind of a bold statement to make, you think to yourself
But then you put two and two together, all the times Xavier had preferred coming inside you, how his eyes gleam like an ocean in the night sky when he sees you interacting with children
Xavier has a breeding kink
And you’re gonna unlock it.
Step 1 get him in bed, pretty easy if there was any activity xavier loved in the bed more than sleeping it was fucking you.
Step 2 allude to pregnancy and or breeding.
Xavier was in between your thighs length aligned with your core about to push inside you
“hey honey, i haven’t been able to fill the prescription for my birth control for a couple weeks, but it’s fine you can still come inside me.”
“ I mean a baby wouldn’t be the worst thing huh”
And that’s how you ended up here..
“ Fuck, that’s it” he moans out as he pounds into you at an undetectable rhythm
Xavier wasn’t usually primal but this was a primal urge , like a leopard chasing its prey.
Your hands clawing at his back
Sobs of pleasure coming out of your mouth as he grips your hips.
“ ngh , so full of your cock” you moan out
Xavier’s pace quickens somehow not even knowing that was possible at the rate he’s going
“ let me make you a mommy” he moans close to your ear
“ it’s what you want hm, it’s what you need, your womb craves my seed?” He ask so honestly like he genuinely needs the confirmation.
“ fuck , yes need your babies, need you to make me a mommy” you say breathlessly words slightly broken up as Xavier’s pounds are relentless
That’s all it takes for him
His thrusts are even more frantic but somehow more sensual like he wants to paint your walls with his seed up and down, he wasn’t fucking you anymore he was making love to you.
“ you’re perfect my star, gonna look so good carrying my baby, gonna give you everything all of me-“
As he’s cut off by your orgasms intertwining
You falling apart underneath him as he pumps you full of his cum, squirt after squirt , rope after rope
Your gummy insides so weak from his cock not even fighting just taking all that he can give like your cunt nutritionally needs it.
“ that’s it honey, I’ve got you” he says running his fingers along your hip bone before pulling out
Immediately sticking his fingers in your cunt as to block the exit making sure there was no other choice but for it to pass through to your womb.
After he’s decided your cunt had efficiently taken his bearings , he gives it a couple pats as if it had just had a full meal.
He flops down next to you kissing up your neck
“ my princess, did so good. So full and leaky”
So all men having a breeding kink may be up for debate but what wasn’t was if Xavier had one or not, because that was definitely a yes.
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Synopsis : get an introverted , clingy boyfriend they said it’ll be fun they said!
Xavier craves your attention 24/7, life is kinda miserable when it's not surrounded by you he’s just moving through the motions . I mean he guesses Jeremiah's okay... but he's no you not even close.
You'd been sent out on a mission that was a good ways from linkon city, leaving Xavier at home to fend for himself, his one required task while you were gone was to go to the grocery store which he did... but you might as well have gone with him with the amount of times he texted and called you during his “solo” shopping trip.
"these are your favorite hm" a slightly low quality photo is sent Xavier holding the snack bag next to his face with a neutral expression
"yep can you grab some for me" you replied quickly before putting your phone back in your pocket but just as it reaches its alloted position it rings
"which color bags they have the regular or they have the Halloween edition" Xavier says on face time looking blankly at you through the screen.
"regulars fine xavie" you smile causing his eyes to widen a bit and his cheeks turn a faint dusty rose color as he lets out a "hm" to let you know he understands and quickly hangs up the phone.
But shortly after the swift FaceTime call another text comes through
"pink" the text reads with a photo of a dress from the women's section.. he hates clothes shopping what is he even doing in the clothing section ?
You reply back " so cute! nice find baby!" I mean to be truthful it is exactly something you would pick out and your favorite color.
Ping
"my feet hurt" he sends along with a photo of his watch which counts his steps
That message you leave on read because what?
Ping
"I don't think it sent correctly the first time" he resends the feet message
You let out a sigh, you absolutely love your boyfriend to death but you can't get any work done no matter how cute he is you've gotta put a stop to this
" Xavier, honey I'm trying to work text me when I get off at 6 and I'm all yours < 3"
As the message goes through the 3 dots on the opposite side of the screen quickly go away as if he’s deleted a message to type a new one.
Ping
"oh okay, I'm sorry for disturbing you" your heart breaks a little at his response but you'll make sure to text him back at six o'clock on the dot
ping
"but you don't even have to work if you don't want to I'll provide for the both of us : )"
A little galaxy kid sticker following shortly after the message holding a brief case seemingly being laid off from work?
You stare at the message completely dumbfounded not sure whether you’re getting cuteness aggression or pure confusion over the fact that your boyfriend couldn’t take a hint ..
bless his heart.
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boyfriend!xavier who absolutely loves candid photos of you, the ones where he can tell you’re truly in the moment just enjoying life.
boyfriend!xavier who is utterly whipped for you, you lay snoring next to him in bed he’s trying to not to wake you up to take a picture to add to his favorites album it’s the simple things for him.
boyfriend!xavier who has the “ ugliest” photos of you as his wallpaper, you see him open his phone and it’s a photo of you sitting across from him at the hotpot restaurant, cheeks full of food like a squirrel and sauce all around your mouth.
boyfriend!xavier who doesn’t take these photos and videos to embarrass you or use them against you in the future, he genuinely loves them as he scrolls through his favorites album coming across a video of you clad in lumiere merch dancing around the living room he’s reminded that this is what life is, it’s not a fairytale lovestory it’s the simple things like eating a nice meal together or being so comfortable with each other you show sides of yourself that nobody else gets to see.
boyfriend!xavier who looks through his photos and realizes that every sacrifice that got him here was worth, and he would do it a thousand times over again to get to hear your laugh.
“Xavier delete that photo I look a mess” you sit up messy hair and face still puffy from sleep.
Xavier gives you the sad puppy dog look
“but.. you look so squish” he says as he pinches your cheek.
Xavier still has some of his qualities as prince of philos..
Still elegant and soft spoken as ever to the public, but goofy and charming around you. His values though have changed drastically not that they were ever really in line with being a prince either way.
He was always taught that once he was of age it was his job to ensure philos had an heir, always hating how that was instilled into him. A baby girl would be just as much of a blessing.
So when the balloon popped and pink confetti scattered everywhere Xavier cried, he cried tears of joy , relief and longing a part of his soul always knew he was meant to be a girl dad. It was written in the stars.
As you and Xavier lay in the hospital bed cuddling the sweet newborn it was safe to say Xavier was smitten.
He was so overprotective of her, hugging her a little tighter as strangers walked by, as if she was a butterfly that could just fly away. sure he wasn't in philos anymore but it was still etched into his dna
as a dad now he couldn't imagine how his father let him be used by the planet, how is father could look at him a perfect mix of love and scream and yell at him. He would never let her suffer the same fate as him, she was the product of two people who loved each other dearly a star especially picked from the night sky.
you stand at the door frame watching Xavier rock your infant to sleep your eyes soften.
“a boy would be the son of philos, but you daisy bloom will always belong to dada and mama” he says softly kissing the soft patch of ash colored hair on her head.
Oh how dearly he loved his sweet girl.
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