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Undying Lights

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˖ ࣪ ⊹ There's no remedy for loneliness.⊹ ࣪ ˖

𓏲ּּAbout𝄢 One day, a pocket pussy synched to you fall into his hands. What's the worst that could happen?

𓏲ּּּּFeaturing𝄢 Xavier セイヤ

𓏲ּּCW𝄢 NSFW | MDNI | porn no plot, M!masturbation, onahole, CNC use of pocket pussy, a little cum eating, technically cunnilingus, oral fixation (what is xavier without this), drooling, mouth fucking, edging.

Dove's notes: SOOO! new post, new me! What do we think about the rebrand? Also, continuing my onahole saga yep yep yep.

Everyone knows that Xavier is the biggest pussy lover out there. He doesn't see the appeal of toys in the bedroom because he's confident that anything those things can do, he can do it better and enjoy the process while at it. His approach is always hands-on due to the borderline obsession of feeling your skin on his lips so that would keep him from having an immediate interest in the toy after it's presented to him.

It's not until he's forced to survive without you for the entirety of two weeks that the loneliness hits him and it hits him bad.

Your apartment doesn't feel the same without you. Technically, he was there only to make sure your plants were watered and nothing in your fridge went bad but, he made a habit of sneaking in nap breaks on your bed to soothe his “missing you” disease. What better treatment than the spot that smelled like you the most?

The room would`ve been plunged in complete darkness if not for the dim glow coming from his body, that was immediately comforted by your scent enveloping him like a warm hug. He missed you, by the gods did he miss you so much. It was unfair how you could go anywhere and he was left here, waiting and holding onto the ghost of your presence.

When the neediness overwhelms the loneliness Xavier is already far gone into that silicone sleeve. His tongue drags along the soft folds so slow it feels like punishment, gently sucking on the small bud for excruciatingly long minutes and swirling around the wet muscle until it was drenched with his own spit. It didn't feel the same when he couldn't taste that addicting nectar that dripped from you every time and made him feel right at home between your legs. You never failed to make his mouth feel so dreadfully empty when you went away and this replica couldn't come even close to the real thing in his eyes. 

It's too late for him to turn back now, though. He sighs heavily after freeing his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants, taking his boxers along with it and throwing them somewhere he can't be bothered to look. He presses the tip against the slit, just enough to pry it open then pulls away, repeating it over and over until there's a string of slick connecting the swollen, pink head of his cock and the silicone. You're probably furious beyond words, he guesses, but he also knows you love it when he teases you. This little endurance game is a two-way street and Xavier is twice more needy than you are right now, which by default makes him want to drag this on as for as long as possible.

Bit by bit he begins to sink his cock inside the sleeve and it feels so good, oh it truly does, but it only makes the hunger for your body, for you, even harder to suppress. His hips rock into the entrance, slamming his cock deep and breathing out a raspy groan at the tension of the muscles inside those gummy walls. He is torturing himself with his own pace– Prolonging the built up in his lower stomach like he was grasping at your very being. 'Just a little longer’, He would pray inwardly while his head fell back and he brought his long fingers to his needy little mouth 'Just a bit more…’  

Your name spills from him like a secret, lost between heavy breaths and muffled moans as he fucked his throat, pressing the digits against his warm tongue and sucking on them to pacify the emptiness left behind by you. If he could, he would be in between those soft thighs he loves so much, sucking, licking, marking, kissing everywhere his mouth could reach. He would pound your pussy until neither of you were able to tell where one ended and the other began. He wanted to mess you up so badly and come apart along with you.

He craved and craved and craved–

The orgasm hit him hard, his entire body twitching as he curled into himself on the mattress and choked on his fingers just right to make his vision spin a little. Xavier would move the onahole up and down on his length a few more times, pumping out everything he still had left before he pulled it away from him. He stares at his own cum trickling down the now spread out slit and as if it was second nature his lips latch onto it. His spit coated fingers join his tongue as he pushed them inside all at once, coaxing the entrance to open up further and taking pleasure in the way the filthy walls tightened around him while he cleaned his mess. He doesn't linger for too long luckily, or not, for you. It’s not the actual you, after all.

Maybe you would be mad at him for using it without warning. That's okay, if it means you'll come back sooner to him then a little scolding never hurt anyone.

[oncasette]

biting the lads men

sylus, zayne, rafayel, xavier, & caleb x gn!reader

how each of the love and deepspace men react to an s/o that bites them as a way of showing their love.

content: affectionate biting (non-sexual)

sylus loves when you bite him. the first time you did it, he hadn't even batted an eye. simply smiled and moved his bicep closer for you to chomp down to your heart's content.

you tend to use your teeth when you're forced to sit quietly beside him, likely when he's doing something related to onichynus or a business deal he needs to finish up before he gives you his undivided attention for the night. you'll sit either in his lap, curled up in his shoulder, or just next to him under his arm. he doesn't mind if you ramble, but you know better than to expect him to answer all of your hypotheticals while he's focusing.

instead, when you've had your fill of talking to mostly yourself, you'll lower your head against his shoulder and bite down. you don't latch on very hard, but it's enough for sylus to know you're using your teeth.

"am i boring you, kitten?" he asks, setting his pen down in favor of cradling the back of your head. you dislodge yourself at the sensation, allowing him to pull your face up to look at him. he's got that knowing smirk on his face, his other hand tightly wrapped around your hips to keep you from falling as he shifts you to straddle his thighs.

“no,” you hum, tilting your head to nip at his wrist. he laughs, the sound vibrating through your body.

“no? just being… frisky?” a hand slides up under the bottom hem of your shirt to rest on the small of your back. you nod, biting a bit harder when you reach the base of his palm. he hisses.

“are you almost done with your work, sy?” you whisper. you gently kiss the indents your teeth had left.

“i’m all yours, sweetie.”

zayne doesn't really comment on it. after the first few incidents, and the round of questions that had followed, he knows you don't mean any harm by it. rather, he knows it's a way for you to express yourself to him when words seem to elude you.

it always seems to happen when zayne’s already settled down for the evening. unlike when you’re trying to lure him away from his work—when you use lingering touches and gentle kisses to pull his attention toward you—zayne always seems to find you biting him when he’s already got his sights set on you.

the two of you will be spread out on the couch, you sat between his thighs with your back to his chest and his arms around your shoulders, when your teeth latch into his forearm. he doesn’t move, doesn’t shift, just smiles softly with a kiss to your temple as he continues to watch the move you’d put on.

“react,” you huff, biting a bit harder near the junction of his elbow.

“what would you like for me to say, darling?” he says, the ghost of a laugh seeping out of him. you shrug, snuggling back further into him with your lips pressed against his bicep.

“i’m bored,” you huff.

“i can tell,” he says softly. his hand slides down your arm to intertwine your fingers together, bringing the pair up to his mouth to kiss the back of your hand. “would you like to do something else?”

“no,” you say, shaking your head. your tongue peeks out to swipe across a recently bitten patch of skin. you always tended to bite him more when there was more skin at your disposal, he’d noticed, leading him to wear short sleeves around the house.

“alright, then,” he says. he settles back down into the cushions and tightens his hold on you. when you latch down on his arm again, all he says is, “i love you, too, darling.”

rafayel pretends to hate it. he'll get all whiny and pouty each time you do it, threatening to kick you out of his studio for abusing him, but he secretly revels in it. he gets this pretty pink flush on his cheeks whenever your teeth make contact with his skin, despite whatever nonsense spews from his lips.

“hey! meanie,” he huffs, yanking his arm out of reach from your mouth. he cradles it to his chest, running his thumb gently over the barely-there indent your teeth had made in his skin. it’s the most offended you’d seen him. almost.

you continue to do it, though, a lot gentler, until one day his protestations actually manage to break through to you.

he fully rolled away from you, turning so that his back was facing you. when you attempted to warm up to him again, placing your face into the crook of his neck and sliding your hands around his waist, he swatted at your fingers until you pulled away. you could hear him pouting, the dramatic sighs and whines.

after that, and after you’d made it up to him the following morning with plenty of kisses, you stopped biting him. rafayel had assumed it was only for the day, making only a comment or two about how he was “bite mark free” for the first time, but when you withheld your teeth from him for a week and a half, he started to get whiny again.

at first, it’d been silent gestures. holding his arm close to your face when you cuddled, making sure you were angled toward his shoulder when you watched something.

then, “why don’t you bite me anymore?”

“you don’t like it,” you say, turning your head slightly to look at him. he’s sitting on the couch beside you, a sketch pad laid open over his lap. it’d stayed blank for the last thirty minutes.

“i never said that,” he says.

“yes, you did,” you laugh. “you called me a meanie and didn’t talk to me for a day.”

“are you sure about that? i probably just called you cutie like i always do and then got… laryngitis or something,” he huffs, his bottom lip protruding out. he drops the sketch pad onto the coffee table before he scoots closer to you. “will you just bite me again, cutie?”

“you want me to?”

if he had any reservations before—which he didn’t— the way your face lit up at the idea was enough to erase them completely. he nods, holding his hand up to your lips, allowing you to nibble as you pleased.

xavier is confused by it, but lets you do as you please. his brows will knit together and he’ll stare at you with those big eyes he always gives you, but he never protests or gives you any indication that he wants you to stop.

the first time you did it, he thought it was an accident. he flinched slightly, but didn’t make a comment besides that. once it started becoming a regular thing, he began to have more and more questions about your motivations.

“starlight?” he asks softly, not moving save for the slightest tilt of his head. your teeth are still latched into his shoulder. you hum in reply, nipping your way across his shoulder and down to his arm. “did i do something?”

“no? why do you ask?”

“you’re biting me,” he replies.

“yeah? i always do that,” you hum, mixing in a couple kisses with your bites before you pull back. you shift so that you’re facing him more. “do you want me to stop?”

he grabs your wrist when you start to pull further away. “no. you can keep doing it.”

“yeah?” you ask, immediately leaning in to bite down on his cheek. his face scrunches, a soft pink hue dusting over the skin beneath your lips.

he's not entirely sure of why you bite, but you never bite down enough to hurt him, and you always seem so happy after you've done it, so who is he to prevent you from latching down every once in a while?

caleb bites you back. he takes it as a challenge. you always bit him when you were kids when you were angry, or, god forbid, he was holding you down for any reason. if he was tickling you, or tackling you, your first instinct was to sink your teeth into the closest body part you could find. he went to school one day with a huge mark on his ankle once, and you never heard the end of it.

now, when you do it, he's prepared. it's almost as if he goads you into it, knowing he'll be able to do it back.

he'll wander around your apartment with a sleeveless shirt on, practically lording his arms in your face, and you have no choice but to chomp down on his bicep.

the moment you sneak behind him, your arms linking around his hips, he's on guard. he knows all your tactics. despite the otherwise gentle touches, he knows the minute your lips wander anywhere close to his arms, he's going to be feeling more than your lips.

he says your name in warning moments before it occurs. within a second of you latching down, he's spinning you in his grasp and attacking your skin with nips and bites of his own. he starts at your neck before traveling down to your shoulder and biting down with the same intensity you'd used on him.

"caleb!" you squeal, pushing his face away despite the stream of giggles leaving your lips.

"what?" he asks, softening his movments. "i'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine."

"only i'm allowed to bite," you counter.

"is that so?" he asks, lifting his head up to look you in the eye again. you nod as he leans forward to rest his forehead against yours. within a second, though, he's sliding back down to bite down at your shoulder. "i don't think so, pipsqueak."

[xavistarlight]

Xavier is for the girls who have never been anyone's first choice, but they deserve to be

The girls who are begging for someone to just listen to them without judgment.

Xavier is for the girls who crave unconditional love that will find them in every universe

Xavier is for the girls who continuously searched and craved for the feeling of safety, comfort and security all their life

Xavier is for the girls who want a partner that can have philosophical conversations one minute and be a total goofball the next.

Xavier is for the girls who feel like they blend into the crowd but really they’re the shining star

Xavier is for the girls who love quality time with there partner

Xavier is for the girls who want a love that’s irreplaceable.

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[fromthebeehives]

I see JK in your pfp and now I can't stop thinking about how 134340 fits Xavier x Ex Non MC reader 🥹

FUCKKK i had to listen to that song and read the lyrics again, and omg ANON YOUR BRAIN IS SO SEXY

note two: okay this got a little long :p angst but with hopeful, happy ending yayyy

xavier x non mc, where you break up because you've been dating him for 3 years yet your relationship doesn't seem to be going anywhere. no ring, no talk of the future.

sure, it's good to focus on the present, but you want to know if he'll ever take the next step someday. instead, after you confront him about it, you find out that the exact reason why he's still reluctant is because of mc, his ex-girlfriend, both of your colleague—as if he's waiting for her to take him back. he tells you that he doesn't know why but when he thinks about a future with you, she pops up in his head.

frankly, you're so insulted that you kick him out of your apartment and back to his after that. he also finds all of his clothes and belongings outside his door the next day. you haven't said, "let's break up", but he feels like you don't need to anymore. this really feels like the end. he's blocked in all social media platforms too, you truly work fast.

your routine for the next couple of weeks is hell. wake up, go to work, fight wanderers, go back home, cry your heart out, and then pass out. worse, it's hard to avoid xavier because you literally live in the same complex, on the same floor, and even work in the same company, and he looks unperturbed—it breaks your heart even more, and at the same time, it pisses you the fuck off. those 3 years of your life, wasted and down the drain. you wanna sue him and simultaneously ask him through choked cries why he doesn't love you like he loves her.

unknown to you, he feels like he's living in a haze. he's stuck in a similar hellish routine as you, except he feels like he's never awake. he sleeps more than usual, and he still goes out on missions, but he slips—something that he doesn't do—and even gets mc injured when they're partnering. he apologizes to her, but he doesn't feel it from the heart. how can he, when the only thing he feels these days is this odd persisting dull ache in his chest?

he's just grateful that he sees glimpses of you throughout the day—even though his heart wrenches at the sight of your swollen, red-rimmed eyes and exhausted expression. he's grateful he's technically still in your orbit... until that changes too.

you just... suddenly disappear. he doesn't see you when you enter or exit your apartment, even though he hears you move around. he doesn't even see you at work, and the rare chance of him partnering with you on a mission becomes ZERO. he personally asks for it and gets denied.

he doesn't know that it's your doing; you roped tara, nero, simone, hell even jenna to make sure that you'll never bump into xavier, telling them that you want to get your life together now and don't want his presence to disturb your career. they understand and try to help you in any way—telling you if he's around, changing your shifts, and doing small stuff to make you feel better like training with you.

months pass, and it's like xavier wakes up. he's no longer in a haze because there's deep panic welling up in him. he gets less sleep, he becomes more reckless, there's restless energy in him. you want to be out of his orbit? okay. he'll try forcing himself into your world again then. you don't know how he always knows where you are, but then he's suddenly everywhere. at the library, at the arcade, in the training rooms, even at the secret café that you used to freaking gatekeep for yourself.

he never oversteps. he doesn't approach you. he's just there—watching you, basking in the sight of you, even though he knows he doesn't deserve it.

you break one day. you're at your secret café—a place that suddenly feels less like yours and more like his too. you demand him to tell you why he's following you like a creep, and he visibly winces, but you refuse to feel guilty about it.

it takes a second, but then he tells you everything—the life he used to have with mc. not the one he used to have with her in linkon, but back in philos. he tells you that he's not who you think he is—that he travelled back in time for her. that's exactly why he couldn't get himself to think of a future with you, because he feels immense guilt over it. he's here to save mc yet here he is, indulging himself in you. he tells you that he feels like thinking of marrying you and building a future with you is dishonoring what's supposed to be his priorities.

you're quiet after that. he's clearly nervous, his hands clasped together on the table and looking at you as if he's a child ready for his scolding. then you speak.

you ask him if he loves you. he answers, "i do."

you ask him if he loves her. he answers, "i did."

you're quiet again, and you see his face go pale, as if he's just realizing things about himself that he has been avoiding for so long, but here you are, easily dismantling him like you always do. you see him, and it terrifies him. exhilarates him. he never wants you to stop doing it. he's realizing that he doesn't want to hold onto the past anymore. his life is here now—in linkon city, with you. he thought he's destined to save mc, but maybe this was his fate all along—to build a better life with you. a better present, a better future.

you ask, "don't you want to be happy?"

and all he can do is choke out a teary "yes".

that's all you need to hear. you tell him that you don't forgive him at all yet, that he broke you heart and it needs time to heal. xavier doesn't expect any less. he tells you he'll work for it, he'll do anything to earn your trust again and work hard to deserve your love.

he's grateful to be in your orbit again.

[hoe-in-deepspace]

I Wish I Could Live Here Forever

[Pt. 2 Penis Version] [Pt. 2 Vagina Version]

Xavier x GN!Reader

CW: suggestive

A/N: Inspiration struck me like a brick to the face so here we are. I too, wish Xavier could live between my thighs (for sweet and sexy reasons ☺️)

It was a quiet Saturday morning in Xavier's apartment. You sat comfortably on the couch with a sleepy Xavier resting his head between your plush thighs.

A blissful sigh escapes his slightly parted lips. "Mmmm....I wish I could live here forever." he mumbles against your inner thigh.

You chuckle softly while gently petting his head as he lets out more sounds of contentment. He's exactly where he wants to be. Seeing him so comfortable you can't help but wanting to tease him a little.

"You can't live here Xavi, but you can come and visit whenever you want." you say with mischief on your mind. If Xavier's eyes were open he'd see the growing smirk that adorns your face. Lucky for you he's too busy basking in the warmth of his favorite pillows. Xavier happily nuzzles your thighs unaware of what's to come.

"I'll even offer you a meal from time to time." you emphasize your words with a light squeeze of your thighs. This gets his attention just like you hoped it would. His eyes snap open immediately and when he looks up at you there is a noticeable difference in his gaze. The soft and cuddly Xavier who was here just mere moments ago is nowhere to be found.

You bite your lip and move Xavier's disheveled bangs from his eyes hoping to get a better view of what you've done.

"What?" you smirk knowingly. "Is my esteemed guest hungry?"

Xavier's jaw twitches ever so slightly at your comment. His eyes are lidded and pupils blown with need. The rise and fall of his chest becomes more noticeable as his breathing quickens in anticipation.

"Starving actually..."

Dividers: enchanthings

[beneathashadytree]

THE MORNING AFTER - TEXTING THE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN

Warnings : mentions and references to the first time having sex together, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluffff <33

Additional notes : These men would be absolute SAPS the morning after, you guys can’t convince me otherwise. They’re just made to love wholly💗 To anyone else reading this, my requests are still closed!! These are just old requests I had in my inbox🫶🏽

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