cw: on hickeys and places to leave them. smut but no piv penetration. fingering.
“You’re leaving too many,” you whine.
Out of your mouth comes another groan, but the truth is you don’t want Xavier to stop - not the kneading of your breasts from behind, his hands slipped beneath your oversized t-shirt and his thumbs stroking over your pebbled nipples, nor the soft press and suck of his lips on your exposed skin. His teeth have found so many places to nibble along the nape of your neck, the curve of your shoulder, and now are working their way along the curve of your jaw, still from behind, and your back arches with every new spot, your head swimming in pleasure.
Whatever efficiency you thought you’d have tonight has shrunken to probably a quarter of your projected productivity. You don’t know what possessed you to let him get behind you as you worked on your laptop, but you sorely regret it… or perhaps you don’t, because the fact of the matter is that you feel good, with the warmth of your back pressed to his chest, the pressure of his chin on your shoulder, and his ever-working hands, his curious tongue.
“I’m not leaving enough,” he murmurs, kissing your earlobe. The hand on your left breast releases it finally, then trails along the length of your abdomen to rest onto your lap.
“You want my career to fall apart,” you moan, but your eyes are closing and your back is arching as you extend your neck slightly backwards; he kisses your cheek and chuckles against it.
“I want you to get a good night’s rest.”
“By riling me up?” You mewl as his finger slips below the waistband of your cotton shorts, searching, then finding what he’s looking for. The tap of the pad of his finger on your clit sends a jolt of desire through you, sudden and selfish.
“By relaxing you. Perhaps an important part of a bedtime routine.” The palm of his right hand presses onto the front of your neck, covering the spots that you know will bloom overnight.
“What’s relaxing about this?” The thrum of your voice on his palm thrills him and you can feel his arousal press hard and hot against your lower back.
“You’ll find out soon enough. Close your laptop and put it away.”
The order, said softly, doesn’t make it less direct and demanding. You take a deep breath, one that runs through your entire being, and push it onto the coffee table beside you as he moves you flatter against him.
You slump slightly, letting his voice guide you and his body support your weight. Xavier turns your head towards him and takes you in an unfairly breathtaking kiss.
“Baby…” he whispers, once you part. Your voice is breathy with slowed, deep breathing as his fingers start to work a bit faster.
“Y-yeah…”
“Relax here.”
His hand passes through your closed thighs - you part them obediently, and he cups your pussy in his hand.
“All mine,” he murmurs, and he presses another kiss to your neck that will bloom like a flower by morning. Smooth fingers pass through your slit, soaking up your arousal. “You’re eager.”
There’s still a modicum of fight left in you.
“I was also busy,” you quip. He chuckles, slipping two fingers in your hole first, making you gasp, then swallowing the gasp with his mouth. When you’re quiet, breathless yet again, he passes his slick fingers over your lower lip.
“You taste sweet.”
He pokes a finger into your soon parted lips, then slips both into his mouth. You’re reminded of royal food tasters for a moment, and then his fingers are back, pumping and teasing faster. Your moans are faster, louder, until they reach crescendo, and his hard working digits are soaked more thoroughly, a meal fit for a king.
“Xavier!” you cry out his name, his delight, trembling for him.
“Mm? No more hickeys?”
“That’s not…” your voice trails off, still needy, wanting more, much more than a few simple marks.
“Sleepy already?” he says, nuzzling your cheek as if he’s nothing more than a harmless pet.
“Y-you know what you’re doing,” you remind him.
He nods, pulling you into a more careful, close embrace, and suddenly you’re lifted like nothing off your couch. Maneuvering you into his hold, he takes note of your lust-softened features and smiles.
“I’m just taking you to bed, aren’t I?”
You slap weakly at his chest, and he laughs.
“Jerk.”
“I honored your request to stop with the hickeys.”
He guides you sideways into the bedroom before laying you onto the bed. You watch him, your lower lip pulled between your teeth as he pulls off his shirt, desire obvious in your eyes.
“What?”
You watch him fold his shirt, then pull yourself onto your knees, moving to the edge of the bed, and dragging him in gently by the waistband of his sweatpants.
“You can leave hickeys in other places.”
He smiles, without teeth but with just as much bite. “Don’t worry. I know.”
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Content warning: Introspective Sex
Outside snow falls yet again.
The temperature has dropped below zero, freezing what little moisture the burdened clouds held. It is not long before their crystalized tears fall, the silent shower of frost layering his home white once more.
When Xavier looks up, all he sees are the gray masses blanketing Philo’s atmosphere. Not a single ray of light dares to break through anymore; the moon shies behind the clouds.
And yet, right now, as each flake melts on the windows lining the way to your bedroom, all he can taste is the smoldering heat of his desires.
Heart racing, he can barely make sense of the words you utter. Hurried steps echo through the late hour. Each syllable drowns under the wave of emotions washing over his mind.
With your hand in his, he maneuvers you both past the plethora of guards stationed in the hallway.
Hiding you from alert gazes behind marble statues, his body pressing into yours—a sight bordering on indecency; something a mere servant might say, perhaps.
Promises of worship exchange in the dimness of the last burning candles, your slow nudges before you ultimately pull him into you. Kisses barely touch your lips as he restrains himself.
A sigh of his own escapes into the quiet hallway when your own lips land on his neck.
The time is nigh.
You will be his, and he?
Yours.
Amidst quite giggles and sneaky touches, he lets you bring him to your personal sanctuary.
Pushing open the door reveals a sight otherworldly. Royalty and the lavish don’t dare to cross the threshold he can so easily step through.
Green vines hang off the pots, some ruffling his silver hair; young forget-me-nots bloom in the cold of the night. He breathes in — this fragrance that he’s always associated with you.
From behind, he feels your hand creeping on his back. The impact is quick as you push him on your bed. He laughs, sturdy body bouncing off the soft mattress before lying in your floral bedsheets.
“You—”
With a shake of his head, he looks up.
A canopy of white lace gazes back at him. Its tendrils form a warm cocoon over your bed. From the tangled patterns of white emerges a familiar colour, lighting up in his peripheral vision.
Ah, yes. Of course...
His eyes move around the room, ignoring the way you stifle your laughter. His own smile threatens to break into a grin as he pinches your arm lightly.
These blue walls again.
Oh, the ocean and the bright sky.
This colour.
A much softer blue, washing the lengths of the room, holds together everything that makes you: The pictures from your academy days — yours, Jeremiah’s, and his. Along with several medals that accentuate your accomplishments.
Just as it was centuries ago, when he came knocking on your door for the last visit...
Smiling, his heart slowing, his eyes lock onto much newer additions. Shringar boxes lie haphazardly beside the bed. The stash of books he knows you probably haven’t finished yet.
And…
His eyes squint, looking past the blue wallpaper.
Some painted portraits of a figure shrouded in darkness cover most of these long walls. The only thing he can make out is the sword the figure holds — a living thing that nearly outshines the dull paint of the canvas.
Cerulean eyes zoom around the dulcet room. He counts every single portrait of this mysterious person.
Five in the front...
Two in this corner...
One hanging right behind your bed...
...?
Pink lips curve, his eyes droop, a frown already forming on his face.
He sits up in bed, ready to express his confusion, but to his surprise, you’re gone before he can utter his frustration.
Vanished behind the gold-gilded doors. The only thing lingering of your presence: the soft scent of iris flowers.
With an exhale, he pushes off the soft fabric, coming to his feet.
Where were you?
Stepping forward, the oak creaks under his shoes as he moves closer to a portrait. The white figure in the background lures him closer, like the light at the end of a tunnel.
Fixated on the painted figure, his shoes knock over a can of paint. Numerous brushes scatter around his feet as their noise fills the soft ambience of your room.
“...”
Xavier looks down.
There’s dry paint on the brushes: blacks and whites. He looks back at the painting: blacks and whites.
“...”
A shuddering exhale leaves him, his lungs setting on fire; every breath only amplifies the flame more. His hand comes up to rest on the plaque below the portrait.
It reads: The Crown Prince of Philos. Forever and ever.
His eyes slide back up to the figure cloaked in darkness — the sword an exact copy of his lightblade.
His eyes drop, his fingers fall once more, tracing the golden name signed in the corner. A tear rips through his heart.
[name].
“...”
“Xavier.”
With a whip of his head, he instantly turns at the call of his name.
In the middle of the room, you stand, a tray held tightly in your hands. The scent of something herbal reaches him, shooing away the daze shrouding his brain.
Tissues and wrappings peek from underneath, curious, just as you are. His hands fall to his sides. Another sharp exhale escapes him.
“What’s wrong?”
The tray is set aside on a lone table. Wiping your hands on your now pale, light dress, you move towards him, attentive, like the way you’d approach a kitten drenched in the rain.
“—!”
Before your hands can settle on him, his hands move faster. Circling your waist, he pulls you into him. Calloused hands knead the exposed skin on your back, breathing raggedly as he feels you.
“D-did you make these?”
His question comes fast. His fingers tighten around the curves of your waist.
“Tell me...”
Your hair tickles his neck as he dips into yours. A nod brushes against his collar, followed by a soft yes whispered right into his ear.
The hair on his nape stands tall at the tilt of your voice. He lifts his head. Deep eyes meet yours.
Nothing to stop him now.
Pink lips push onto yours with such strength that you stagger in his embrace. He holds onto you. Your mouth parts in shock, and his lips take hold of your open lips.
Finally, his mouth no longer parched, he moans deeply against your mouth. Your hands come up to tug on his scalp with each kiss — kisses so wet that his saliva mingles with the gloss on your lips, staining his own in a shared crimson mark.
“Mhm—!”
Within the fog of lust crowding his rationale, Xavier hears your hums emerge to the fore. Slowly, he breaks from the kiss, his love still dripping from your lips.
“What is it?”
He nuzzles against your neck, lips working to sow seeds of love on the blank pasture of your skin. “Tell me, my love?”
He feels you shiver, a gasp leaving your kiss-ridden lips. “Let m-me take care of you first.”
Right, you were hurt too.
Gently, you take his hands in yours, guiding him towards the bed. Knees drop one by one; he kneels beside the bed, watching as you bring the tray over to him.
“Let me.”
Quickly, his hand comes to take hold of the tray. With precision, his hold shifts to your wounded palm.
The blood had dried; the large gash seemed to be closing in on itself — a good sign that tells him it’s not that deep. He sighs, relief rushing through his veins.
Ears alert, listening to your every gasp and hiss, he works through the process, disinfecting the skin around the cut with deliberation.
Finishing off with a bandage wrapped around your palm, he leaves a soft kiss on the insides of your wrist; a quiet “get better soon” murmured into the stitched cotton.
He blinks when you tug his hand, looking over at your flushed face, confused. “My turn.”
Your bandaged hand moves up to squeeze his arm, motioning him to sit up. His weight shifts as he settles on the bed, watching as you kneel before him.
“May I?”
He doesn’t need to nod; his hands are already rolling up the ends of his pants, revealing pale skin littered with evidence of victories in battle.
Having no strength under your tender care, his knees jerk the moment your hand descends — the roughness of your bandage catching on the shallow cuts on the joint, making him repress a hiss.
The ointment hurts — a viscous layer of orange that sits heavy on the small cuts, nearly absorbing into his skin.
His teeth grit, a deep inhale to calm his nerves. Your hands continue to move, supple like a flower in the wind.
Open gaze flickers between the now bandaged knees and the crown that sits right in front of him. The jewel shining as prominently as ever in the duskiness.
Half-minded, his hands pick up the heavy jewelry. He hears you call his name as you stand up, setting the tray on the ground.
His glare burns into the jewel, his family’s crest carved deep into the cyan amber.
What follows is a blur to him. He doesn’t notice the way his hand flings it toward the wall — the crown crashing into one of his portraits with a loud clang!
Not the moment his evol flares into strings of light, cutting the jewel into thousands of pieces mid-air; his anger incarnating into the thousands of slices his evol disintegrated into.
Eyes misty, as his ears ring loudly, watching the cyan crush and vanish into dust. His hand remains floating in front of him.
Behind him, he feels your arms wrap around him. His eyes drop once more, suddenly feeling ashamed for letting his composure break.
“Turn around... please.”
Your breath is warm, permeating through his white shirt. Your fingers slide up to rest on his chest, your head pushing into his back.
Sighing, he forces his head to turn around. Silver strands fall over his shadowed eyes. He breathes deeply, still not meeting your gaze.
“Look at me,” you whisper, lips caressing his wobbly ones.
He’s all right; your kiss murmurs to him.
He is here, you are here. Your heart speaks to him, your arms cradling him close to you.
Iris flowers bloom around him, their soft, woody scent lulling his worries to sleep. One by one, your breaths lead him to a tranquility only found in unbridled surrender.
Gently, he moves you both to your side, holding tightly onto your body.
“Still with me?” You ask, and he nods.
Xavier parts from you, still clutching your pale dress. One hand drifts to your face, holding your jaw lightly.
“May I?” His head dips forward, plush lips inching closer and closer.
Silver hair does nothing to tamper with his vision; the image of your flushed state sears on the back of his eyes.
“I know it might be too late, but...”
He doesn’t wait, for you are already pulling him in, soft lips crashing on his bitten ones once more.
Your chest collides with his as he feels you move over his lap. Your dress tugs upwards, and the softness of your legs cradles his thighs.
Like velvet, his hands slide along their length, feeling every hair that stands at attention, passing over the scars that adorn your skin.
“Ah!”
Your moan slips into his mouth with ease. His tongue licks up every drop of saliva that drips from your mouth. Relentlessly, his lips command over yours.
Parting with a loud smooch, his lips red from your gloss. A hand places behind your head as he turns you both around, settling your pliant body onto the bed.
“Are you sure?”
He pauses, watching as your dazed mind slowly comes back to the ground. You recline into the pillows, the plush mattress groaning with the movement.
Allowing your arms to bring him above you, he can’t help but breathe deeply, trying to wait for a nod or a hum.
Your consent flows easily. A “yes” pushes out of your mouth, the word clear and direct, outmatching the dicey forms of credence.
Xavier returns to you, listening to the harsh rise and fall of your chest. Bundled around you, your gown peeks at him.
“Take this off.”
He doesn’t need to say it twice. Your hands move just as hurriedly as his indecent thoughts. Still lying you work on opening the laces on your front.
He sits on his knees, muscular thighs closing in on your sides. With each ribbon tugging open, the heat in his gut spreads.
Your soft whine when a particularly stubborn button resists under your fingers, sends a tingle straight south. “Xavier... help me?”
Oh, he could die right here if he wanted to.
Hooded eyes stare at him, those little stars making an appearance in your orbs once again. His lips twitch with the need to taste your sweat, his hips shift as your hands slither down his torso.
“Y-yeah,” he wheezes, wiggling fingers, unsure of where to start first. “Hold on, love.”
Eventually, under your impish gaze, he takes hold of the remaining ribbons. Your smirk deepens as he struggles to work apart the knot curled into a bow.
For a second, his fingers still. A silent look is cast your way, his own lips lifting. He tugs the ribbon, fast and calculated.
Immediately, your reflex kicks in, your body arching as he pulls more and more until your face is right in front of him.
Clouded, his vision drinks in the sight of your trembling body. The glint in your eyes, lips puckered as you squirm against him.
“I could easily—”
He moves closer to you, inhaling your arousal leaking into the humid air. “—easily, tear this apart. You know that, right?”
Not waiting for your response, his lips dip into your neck. Sucking sloppily, slobbering mouth that nips and bites wherever he pleases, leaving hues of rose in its wake.
Moans of pleasure rip out of you as his lewd ministrations wreak havoc on your heated body.
Honouring his earlier statement, he tears apart the white lace, baring you fully in front of his hazy gaze.
With the lace gone, it gives way to the pure canvas of your being. His breath hitches; the tightness in his bottom doubles.
“You little minx—”
A groan of pure carnality resonates within him. The remainder of your dress gets thrown somewhere the light won’t reach anymore.
His words strike your plush skin as he dives in, immediately connecting your lips.
The lust licks at his thoughts; your name—the only thing they could form into.
Every sense dulls with the essence of you. He doesn’t recall when his clothes came off or when your skin latched onto his — the reunion finally taking root in his reality.
Genesis.
He feels it forming in the depths of your connection, his love evolving into something so otherworldly — this new epiphany of devotion that sends him straight into nirvana.
“[name]—”
His groans clamp onto your name; your moans join his own. A perfect symphony of pure love that has survived the drought of isolation, the floods of regret, and the plague of death.
The harsh knocks of the snowstorm fall on ears that choose their own music. Your bodies conspire under the white canopy that lets go of your sinning hands.
It’s close.
Flushed lips sing of his name again and again — a broken hymn recited under his tender gaze. Your tears blend with his, arms tightening around his back as your nails dig deep into his pale expanse.
His pace falters, just a little, vision turning to white. He feels it — the very psyche of Zenith driving his hips faster.
Xavier.
[name].
Xavier—
With a final push, his love fills you.
La petite mort.
Azure eyes roll back, deeper as his eyelids fall shut, trapping his sight in this woven ecstasy. His consciousness slips closer to oblivion — soul disconnecting from his transcended body. His mouth gapes open, his muscles tensed and unmoving.
Centuries-old adoration and reverence flow out of him. Control is snatched from him — all he can do is fall into your arms, his naked form trembling in rhythm with yours.
A smile graces your face, and his own tugs upwards.
The universe itself has bound together the deepest parts of you — your love consummated.
Synopsis: In the crimson dark house, no light can be caught, nor sound can be heard. You don’t dare breathe, afraid that the slightest movement will get you caught by your hunter. You see, this all started from a poor attempt at getting attention. The pressure was on; Xavier was already agitated by all the stress that his work made him endure, and you just had to tease on top of that. Your insensitive whining broke his starry heart. The lights flicker on and off, and you notice that the atmosphere has changed. In a couple of seconds, the whole apartment went dark. “Xavier?” You helplessly call out, but your eyes can barely settle on the overbearing darkness. No response. “Was this your doing?” You yell out again, but only an unsettling response is thrown out. “You said you were bored. So, let’s play.” Before you know it, the sound of a man counting down has started.
Content: P in V, Xavier is kinda mean, creampie, light play, hunter and prey play, squirting, manhandling, slight humiliation.
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You scramble to your feet as you try to find a place to hide. Xavier is smart. Almost too smart, and it feels like any place that you pick will get you caught immediately by how predictable you are. All hope seems lost, but you settle yourself underneath the bed. At that point, Xavier had stopped counting, his footsteps resembling the likes of the dead. You could feel your heart pounding, and the house was so quiet, you wondered if he could hear it too. With how dark everything is, it’s hard to precisely know where Xavier is, but you see the distinct outline of his feet approaching your bedroom. Your heart momentarily stops beating as the sound of his footsteps gets closer to your bed. His legs spread wider as he scans the surface of the bed for your presence. You take this opportunity to run away between his legs. As you scramble to your feet, Xavier notices your presence and runs after you. The adrenaline rushes through your bloodstream as you run in zigzags around the apartment, trying your best not get caught. However, your unluckyness preceeds you, and your left foot gets caught on the cable cord of the fan. In an instant, you fall to your knees, the impact being too strong to get back up. Xavier walks over to your exposed back and traps you in his arms. You yelp out, a mixture of excitement and danger dwells in you. His grip on you is harsh, restricting any movement from you. You feel his hot breath on the back of your neck, and a hot flash of red sparks in your eyes once you feel his teeth bite into you. Not too hard to hurt, but the bite has just enough pressure to make you moan. Xavier licks the remaining imprint on your neck, and his lips travel downwards, ripping apart your dress as he goes further down. At this point, his whole weight is on your back, massaging your breast as he ruts into you. The heat of his erection is dampening your underwear, and you see stars every time he thrusts, giving you a nice rough pressure on your covered clit. He continues this until he caresses your stomach, and his hands find their way on your inner thigh, inching their way closer to his prize for seeking you, pinching your cute clit, which elicits a loud moan from you. All of the adrenaline rush has gotten you extremely sensitive to his touch, and you feel like you are a prey ready to be eaten alive by him. His massage on your pussy doesn’t last very long, his lust for you growing by the minute, and you can feel it. His ragged hot breath near your neck, his grunts as he tries to keep himself steady on you, and his grip, which has certainly by now left marks on your body. Your underwear is taken off in an instant, leaving you completely exposed.
The ground beneath you is starting to be warm and humid as he pushes your back down, the house getting hotter and hotter. You push your hips upward, yearning for the slightest sign of Xavier. It’s humiliating to be this needy for him after the scare that he’s given you, but you love it when he gets like this; his primal side makes him even hotter. You’re caught off guard when you feel his tip grazing your wet folds, a whimper falling out of your mouth. He keeps teasing you, laughing at you with each and every moan, till he finally thrusts himself inside. Xavier is relentless, always pushing you past your limits, his red tip hitting your G-spot like it’s nothing. Tears are staining the floor as you find a way not to lose control. Your mouth hangs open, drool slipping past the corners of your mouth. It feels too good to be true. Xavier takes hold of your face, bringing you back up against his chest as he continues to pound you, his other hand sneakily finding its way back to your clit again, his index finger flicking the sensitive bud. It’s all too much. “She’s so sensitive and hard for me, almost like a tiny dick hahahaha.” You're embarrassed by the comment, lowering your face to avoid Xavier’s piercing gaze, but he doesn’t allow you to hold it closer to his as he continues to whisper dirty words. His thrusts are now sloppy, and you know that both of you won’t last for very long. Something within you is threatening its release, and you know that if you don’t stop, it’ll cause an even bigger mess. Putting a hand on Xavier’s thigh, you try to warn him, to make him stop, but upon noticing what it is that has you so caught up, his space quickens, his tight balls slapping against your folds, sending vibrations on your clit. You almost choke on air, once a new wave of intense pleasure hits you. You’ve become a babbling mess, too weak to stand on your own. Xavier’s arms tighten around your waist, fucking you despite your warnings. He doesn’t care if it gets everywhere or if it gets on his cock. He wants you. He needs you to claim him. To have your scent on him, even on his most personal parts. “Just do it—hah, fuck!— do , I don’t care, I love it.” His encouragement sends you over the edge, climaxing as you spray your juices on Xavier’s cock, rightfully claiming what is yours, and leaving traces of your pleasure in the living room. It doesn’t take long for Xavier to reach his peak either, seeing your fucked out face as you let the pleasure that he’s giving you, overtake you, gets him over the edge. You soon feel his release deep inside of you, rutting a few times into you for extra measure, as you both collapse on the ground, his cock still plugged deep within you.
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a/n: It's been a while since I posted, and I would like to apologize. I'm back in school, so I have either been too busy or too tired. I've been super into Xavier lately, but I feel like there are barely any Xavier fics. This is my contribution!
Inspiration if you know her ily ily ily because this is deeeeep old fun YouTube
The whole world knew your name. That wasn't an exaggeration either. You have played all over the world by now, perks of being an international pop star. A dream you chased for so long that it almost seemed unattainable. You wouldn't trade it for anything, no matter how many times your caught off guard by your fans.
Though life did have a funny way of humbling you. You were a party girl through and through. You didn't care if you had a show the next morning, you were going to that party. You were living a rock star's life. That wasn't until you met him. Xavier Shen, the most beautiful and kind person you've ever met.
He met you after some of his colleagues dragged him to an after party they knew you'd be at. It wasn't like he listened to your music or anything but he had seen you before. Tara couldn't stop talking about you and even showed a commercial you did to Xavier. While you were in fact his type he couldn't get into you being this Pop princess everyone praised. That is until he actually got to know you.
"I don't see you here often." You laughed as you leaned your back and elbows on the bar.
He eyed you first taking in your attire. "Body glitter?" He ignored your initial question.
"Yeah it's kind of part of my look." You shrugged as you ordered a drink. Something hard for the week you've had.
"Your brand." He corrected causing you turn to him with a raised eyebrow. "Sure…" You dragged as you watched the bartender make your drink.
After that night you both spent a lot of time together. The tabloids were eating it up. Popstar party girl finally found love? They were ahead of themselves initially. When Xavier asked you the process was way out of character for you.
A date to the fair and a walk through the place. When you both went to play that rigged game of knocking over the cups, he asked you. A rigged game indeed, you knew it was too easy. The bottles falling so effortlessly. He won a giant white tiger however stitched into the ear was a sweet note along with, 'Be Mine'.
"Cheesy." You chuckled as he shrugged bashful expression clear as day.
He cleared his throat. "Thought you'd like it." You smirked as you held the tiger closer.
"I do. Got a real lover boy on my hands." You teased as you pinched his cheek with your knuckles. He smiled at the ground taking that as a sign of you saying yes.
It was a typical love story if you asked your fans. You dated for a while, moved in together, an engagement was soon to be announced. In the eyes of your beloved fans anyway. He was attentive and understanding throughout your relationship. Everything went smoothly until your image became too much. The first instance was because you had to do an album release and you stayed out until the next morning.
The keys clumsily jingled on the other side of the door while Xavier stood in the living room. He knew you were a party girl at heart what was the big deal? You appeared before him with messy hair, body glitter and chunky glitter stuck in it. Your skin shimmering and a rancid smell of sweaty bodies and booze engraved in your skin.
He shrugs in worry. "Where have you been?"
Your keys drop into the bowl loudly, irritating the rapidly growing headache you acquired. "Work."
He sighed as you trudged through the house. He followed behind you as you sluggishly made your way towards the bathroom. He helped you as you were hunched over the toilet and struggle to take a shower with your hangover.
He didn't mind that your image made you money. At first he understood what you needed to do. That this is what people expected of you. Changing would be catastrophic for your management as well. Your trashy appearance was what the brand wanted to see and your fans ate it up. There was no backing down.
That was until the night of the tour announcement, where everything went downhill. You were set to announce the tour dates at this exclusive party. You did anything your management asked of you and didn't bat an eye. This time was no different.
"Thank you all for your support and love all this time. I couldn't have done it without you." You smiled sweetly. The endless glitter stuck to your skin glistening under the light.
You felt stupid dressed this way while majority of everyone else was dressed like they were at a business meeting or casual event. Management mocked you that much was sure. The crowd was the one feeding your lifestyle so it was best you acted accordingly.
"I have an announcement to make. Tour will begin this summer!" The crowd cheered and clapped. The hype filled the room as your manager nodded and wrote on her clipboard.
You took a deep breath, eyes scanning the room. All eyes were on you. "Now let's celebrate!"
You jumped into the crowd as they carried you around the room. Your voice traveled through the room as you partied. One drink turned into two—two to three.
You were absolutely wasted as sweaty bodies rubbed against yours. The music blaring and room swaying. Your eyes playing tricks as you think about going home to be with your boyfriend. You didn't mean for it to happen—your lips on someone else's.
Xavier came to support you and here you were with someone who wasn't him. He could feel his heart break in two. He left without a word and you wouldn't have know why he blocked you from everything hadn't someone took a photo at the event. Though, no phones were allowed someone always found a way to bend the rules.
You were all over every gossip site. People tearing you down and others on your side. It made your hangover even worse. You tried reaching out to him but to no avail. You tried finding him but it was hard when even his friends wouldn't tell you where he was hiding. You were blocked from his life in every sense of the word.
You were worried, not getting any sleep as you waited for him to eventually turn up. Your manager was furious at you for leaving her with your mess. It wasn't your fault, this was your image. You had so many calls that you inevitably broke your phone from it ringing so much.
"I fucked up." Your voice rumbles after not using it for too long. You had to find a way to apologize and fast. You spent the next few weeks trying to find a solution to this mess. He probably moved on and you wouldn't blame him. His things were exactly where he left them as you sat in the darkness of your home.
The only way to apologize was to make it as public as the disrespect was. Music was the only way you could do that. You began putting your words on paper—throwing out whatever didn't sound right. Your pen tapped on the desk as you made the beat.
"Who I am is not who I wanna be…" You mumbled as you wrote down the words and kept playing the beat.
A few bangs hit your door making you turn your face up. You stomped to your door and swung it open. You thought it was a neighbor coming to complain or something. It was your manager as angry as ever.
"Do you have any idea what I've been through?" She rants and raves as she comes in not acknowledging you at all.
She stopped when she saw the mess of papers and instruments. Her arms dropped dramatically before clenching her fists. "What are you doing?"
You could hear her teeth grit, the noise agitating you. "Writing." Your voice cutting as if she were dumb.
"Writing what?" She turned slowly, calculating.
"Why are you here?" Cutting the conversation short was for the best. Your arms crossed as the annoyance bubbled inside of you.
"You're making music and you haven't answered a single call or even tried to apologize to fix this mess!" She complained as her arms flailed wildly.
You sighed softly before beginning to talk. "I'm trying and that's what the song is—"
"What? A song won't fix the labels decision about you!" She snapped pointing her manicured finger in your face.
Then you realized, this wasn't about your relationship or your life. It was about money and your image. They didn't care that you embarrassed the love of your life and ruined it. They cared about how they looked and how they were perceived when dealing with their clients.
"Get out." You rubbed your hand over your mouth. You needed to get this song done.
She huffed as you guided her out before she abruptly turned to you and pointed her finger at you. "Don't you dare release that song. You're under us, remember?"
You slammed the door ignoring her. You needed to apologize and you would by any means necessary.
ꨄ︎
The day came where you would perform this song. You were jittery as you got ready to sing. You paid for all this on your own. Filled it with fans and paparazzi, you just hoped the message was passed on to Xavier. You really hope it got out there with all your advertising.
Before you could walk out on stage you felt a strong grip pulling you back by your shoulder. Your manager had a face full of fury. "If you perform that song it'll be the last thing you do under mini entertainment."
You chuckled bitterly, smacking her hand off of your shoulder. "I hope it is.”
You walked out leaving her to fume alone. The crowd clapped and cheered as you walked up. You weren't dressed as you usually were. You had to be yourself for this or it wouldn't work.
As soon as your hand touched the mic you poured your heart out. "Hello everybody, I have invited you all here to take responsibility for my actions."
The crowd nodded slowly in understanding. "I made this song to fix it but for someone I hurt deeply and I truly am sorry."
You swallowed almost loud enough for the microphone to pick up. "I hope you can forgive me…wherever you are. Thanks for listening."
You took a deep breath as the music started. You grabbed the mic again as you began.
"Here we go. Welcome to my funeral." You began as the crowd slowly started to bop their heads.
You kept singing putting your heart into it. You felt all the emotions you felt during everything the past month. It all came together.
AND NOW YOU'RE REALLY GONE THIS TIME
Xavier sat down with Jeremiah at the flower shop as he arranged yet another bouquet for a customer. Jeremiah could see the sad look in Xavier eyes as he fiddled with a vase full of rose lilies.
Jeremiah knew Xavier was upset especially how he came to him. When Xavier came to him he was drained and lost of hope. Sure Jeremiah was furious with you but because he had to look out for his best friend. He usually didn't meddle in his friends lives but to see his best friend so miserable, he had to do something.
After the shop was closed for the night, Jeremiah sat in front of Xavier who was looking through the old news papers used for the bouquets. The silence filled the room as time ticked by.
"It doesn't seem like you're getting any better." Jeremiah probed as his hands tucked between his legs.
"I'm fine." Xavier answered as he sat back on the chair.
Jeremiah sighed. "As much as I love your company at my establishment—" Xavier chuckled.
"Am I annoying you?" Xavier tried to joke but Jeremiah could still see the sadness in his eyes.
"This is obviously not somewhere you want to be." He corrected softly making Xavier's Adam's apple bob.
Jeremiah was right. Xavier missed you but he had to prove a point that all this imagery was costing you your relationship with him however, he didn't know that you had already learned your lesson. Xavier took time to think about it because he didn't know if he was going to come back if you didn't know what you were risking.
NEVER ONCE THOUGHT I'D BE IN PIECES
Xavier left the flower shop after a long talk with Jeremiah and made his way down the street. He looked at his phone wondering if he should reach out first. His pride wouldn't allow it especially if he didn't do anything wrong. He sighed with his face in his hands, the night looming over him.
"Am I being unreasonable?" A question only he could answer.
His footsteps carry him farther before he found himself in front of a convenience store. Maybe a snack or a drink will clear his mind, he could only hope. Surprisingly enough he bumped into Tara who was surprised to see him out. She thought he would still be holed up in Jeremiah's place.
She was reasonably angry if not more angry about the situation than Xavier was. She hated you even though she was once a big fan. If she could she would crush you for breaking her dear friends heart. She checked on him a lot but after a while he refused to see anyone.
"I'm glad you're out and about." She laughed awkwardly. He just nodded slowly.
"I'm thinking about talking it out and sorting through this." He mumbled as he watched the bubbles of his drink float to the top.
"What?! You can't go to the show! That'll just prove you—" His gaze snapped to hers. "Show?"
She froze. She wasn't going to tell him about your show because she was angry at you. "Um…"
"Tara, what show?" His voice had an eerie edge to it. She scratched her neck as she pulled out her phone.
He snatched it before looking over the flyer that had a live-stream connected to it where you were performing live. The stream had plenty of views but the comments were what caught Xavier's eye.
'A break up tour? She must really miss him.'
'Accountability is what the people wanna see!'
'She's only doing this because her label told her to…'
Xavier knew that was a lie because your label would never let you do this. They swept things under the rug but never let you speak on it. He threw Tara her phone back before darting out of the store. She tried to chase after him but he was too fast.
"It's not worth it Xavier! These are the consequences of her own actions!" She yelled after him.
"I'm the only one who can determine if she's forgiven or not! Not you!" He yelled back as he ran.
The wind whipped past him as he tried to find the venue. He searched on his phone as he moved at a swift pace. His hair was a mess and he was out of breath.
Please let me make it—was the only thought in his mind.
LEFT BEHIND
You poured your heart into that note as you dipped the microphone. You stepped away from the microphone and tried to catch your breath as your eyes scanned the crowd who were jumping to the beat. You could feel the tears ready to pour as you didn't see him. You risked your career twice and only once was it for him. You didn't regret it but you hoped he saw it from wherever he was.
The beat pulsated through the venue before you turned to look at your manager who was watching you with an evil glint in her eye. You were finished and she knew it. You didn't care, if having this job meant losing yourself and the people you loved then maybe you weren't meant to be famous.
Your eyes turned towards the crowd getting ready to sing again before you spotted him. He was disheveled as he stared up at you in the middle of the room. Your eyes widened as you watched him. His chest heaved as if he ran all the way here and yours because your heart beat was rapid in your ears.
WHO I AM IS NOT WHO I WANNA BE
You rapidly grab the microphone to sing the rest of the song. Xavier slowly moved through the dancing bodies to get closer to you. He stood directly underneath you as he watched. Was this song for him? This was drastically different than your usual music.
I HAVE DESTROYED, OUR LOVE, IT'S GONE
You yelled into the mic but your eyes never left his. You wanted him to know how sorry you were, publicly. Nothing mattered in this moment. Not mini entertainment, not your image, not your tour. None of it amounted to what was happening right now.
PAYBACK IS SICK, IT'S ALL MY FAULT
He reached for you and you gladly accepted him. He pulled you down in him as he held you close. The crowd was shocked to see the display of affection. You weren't known for it. You were known for your sleazy appearance and unforgiving personality. This was new for fans and non fans but someone made sure to catch it on camera.
"I'm sorry." You whimpered in his neck as hot tears poured from your eyes.
"I know. I forgive you." He whispered to you as he held you in his arms tightly. He wouldn't let you go not now and not ever again.
The crowd was hyped and online was no different as they defended you from those who doubted you. Your manager put out a statement that you were dropped from mini entertainment and your was canceled. The head of mini entertainment wasn't happy about the news since you were bringing in the money. That was another mess for her to clean up though.
You lifted your head and cheered with the crowd. The music started over as the audience danced once more. A new label saw your live-stream and planned to reach out to you but for now you thought it would be good to put your focus on your personal life first. You refused to be ran over for the sake of money and entertainment again.
"I missed you." Xavier said with a twinkle in his eye. You smiled brightly before kissing his cheek.
"I missed you more. You have no idea." You giggled as your arms tightened around his neck. He put you on your feet and held your hand.
"Let's go home." He told you as he pulled you along. Your story was in the press that same night along with pictures from the party and from you both running away from the party.
Your love story wasn't perfect however, it was yours.
Thank nostalgia for this idea and it’s been cooking FOREVER man I couldn’t get it off! I would lose it then get it back but I’m glad to have it out of my inventory.
𖹭.ᐟ | distracing xavier while he games.. ends in exactly what you hoped for! well, sorta.
"Hey—fuck— what are you doing?" xavier's soft voice was caught between a whimper and a whisper at your sudden weight, trying to keep quiet so people on the mic didn't hear either of you.
you knew that you should leave Xavier alone after a long week and let him catch up online with his gaming friends.
but you just couldn't resist when he looked this cute!
his brow furrowed in concentration when he aimed, just for him to miss his shot, a quiet curse slipping out or the way his tongue sometimes slipped between his teeth when he was caught in a fight.
you just couldn't help but picture those expressions for when he was focused on you.
gripping onto his shoulders, you rocked your hips gently, just a teasing pressure against him that already had him straining against his jeans. you put your finger to your lips and glanced at his computer screen behind him, urging him to continue playing.
xavier let out a shuddering breath, the tips of his ears already flushing bright red as he positioned himself into a more comfortable position, resting his chin on his shoulder as he peered over.
but all it did was make the friction more noticeable.
"Dude! Xavier, are you still here?"
blinking, he realized that he hadn't been actually moving, just softly rutting his hips back into your grinds, his head buried in the crook of your neck as he fought back his sounds.
clearing his throat, he forced himself to focus on the game, wincing internally when he realized how many times he had died from standing still.
"y-yeah.. yeah, sorry got distracted."
you couldn't stop yourself from grinding onto him harder, causing him to bite his lip hard enough for the color to pale, his eyes fluttering slightly.
you felt the clear extent of his arousal, his cock pressing up against your thigh through his sweatpant's fabric.
looking over your shoulder, you noticed the "YOU DIED." screen pop up for what had to be the tenth time, and the muffled sound of his teammates complaining as they went back to the lobby.
xavier jabbed the "mute" button on his headset (at least you both thought he did), his fingers barely working enough to type 'afk' in the chat before he threw the headset onto the desk, his fingers gripping your hips tightly.
you could already tell from the look in his eyes that he didn't want to waste anymore time with all the teasing you had already done with him.
quickly working to push his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock, you giggled, keeping note of how much you had pushed him to his limits with just a little humping.
"wow xavier, couldn't focus on your-"
he cut you off with a hand to your mouth, his hand finding his cock and giving it a few strokes before lining it up with your entrance.
"what a tease, can't keep your hands to yourself for more than thirty minutes."
you realized you mightt have teased him a little too far, considering he wass talking to his friends, but it was too late now and you weren't gonna stop him.
"oh, xav!— ah!"
he didn't let you finish as he sank you down on his length completely, a pornographic moan leaving you as your head fell forward onto his shoulder.
even though his pace was slow, his thrusts were brutal, like he was punishing you for even thinking about distracting him from his game.
each thrust knocked the breath out of you, stealing choked whines from your lips, but you could tell he was just as far gone as you were by the groans buried into your neck, and his teeth scraping against your skin.
"f-fuck starlight, 'm not gonna last!-" his thrusts grew more erratic, his lips letting out breathy moans, head leaning back against his headrest.
you leaned to the side, your head resting on the armrest as your body went limp, a line of spit forming at the corner of your mouth.
"hnngh—'vii 'm gonna cum!"
suddenly, xavier angled his hips to meet your cunt deeper than before, the wet squelching noises almost erotic enough to fill the room along with your mixed noises.
you came first, eyes squeezing shut as your pussy fluttered around his cock, your juices dripping down his cock and accidentally onto his chair.
your own release pushed him to the edge when you tightened around him, a deep sound between a gasp and a moan escaping as he buried to the hilt inside of you.
the both of you stayed like that for a while, sweat building on your neck and limp to catch your breath.
it wasn't until xavier cracked an eye open and glanced at the screen, completely forgetting that he was playing a game, and that he had been "afk" for probably 15 minutes.
"dude, are you seriously fucking someone??"
"bro forgot to mute his mic 💀"
"no wonder he was so bad"
..woops.
when xavier tossed his headset mindlessly, it may have bumped the mic button and unmuted it..
well. xavier was definitely changing his account name, either for your sake or his.
xavier is jealous and possessive, and he shoves you down onto his cock to cope
He is messier when he’s angry. His tongue pushes into your mouth, invading. There’s no precision or gentle guidance. He consumes you. He takes and takes and leaves his spit in return... around your mouth... down your chin.
“Tell me again,” he gasps between kisses.
“Xavier,” you answer with a whimper.
“Mm, that’s right.” He pulls back just enough to glide his thumb over your wet bottom lip. “Just me.”
“I didn’t—”
“I know, baby, I know,” he purrs. “It wasn’t your fault. I’m so mean taking it all out on you, hm?” You nod as he plays with your lip. “Mm, I know. Xavier is the worst…”
His next kiss is gentle, his lips ghosting over yours before he kisses where his thumb had been. An apology.
It’s you that chases him now, falling with him as he settles back into the couch cushions properly. His thighs are warm under you. The thin material of his lounge pants move freely as you squirm.
You can’t help moving as you kiss him; you couldn’t stay still if you tried. It’s your body asking for more. Greedy. Even with your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly. Even with his warm, wet tongue in your mouth, your hips roll, desperate and eager.
“I didn’t—” you try again, cutting yourself off against his swollen lips. “I didn’t know.”
His fingers tangle in your hair, holding you away from his mouth just enough for him to look into your eyes. Then, slowly, his fingers lift to your lips… to trace them… to press against them… and then to breach. Two fingers pass your lips and fill your mouth, pressing against your tongue, keeping you quiet.
It had happened minutes earlier.
You couldn’t sleep, and so, like you often did, you’d slipped your underwear down your legs and thought of the man living just above you. You tried to be quiet. You were usually so good. But as your fingers slipped through the mess you made between your legs, you found yourself whining, whimpering… calling his name.
The slam of your front door closing had you bolting upright, quickly startled back to reality. Were you being loud? You’d looked to your open window. The one that led out to your balcony. Surely, not loud enough for him to hear…
But then Xavier fills in your doorway, dressed for bed, but looking uncharacteristically awake for the hour.
Oh.
You quickly discovered it was worse than you’d assumed. He’d lifted you from the bed, underwear around your ankles, and carried you out to the balcony.
With your legs around his waist, he’d told you what he’d heard. His name. Your desperate sounds. And then he’d told you what he’d seen.
Your neighbour.
On his own balcony.
The one next to yours.
Listening.
Listening to what was Xavier’s alone.
His fingers press a little against your tongue as you wiggle in his lap, slick pussy making a mess of his pants. “But he heard,” Xavier says. “He heard you… he heard the pretty sounds you make… while you had your little fingers all over what’s mine, hm?”
You nod with a small hum, unable to speak.
His fingers slide out a little, before pressing back inside. And again. A rhythm develops. One he keeps up with as he speaks, “I could’ve teleported to him. Could’ve pushed him over the railing before he heard another sound.” His clear blue eyes look grey in the dark apartment, lit only by the moon.
His words hold some of his usual softness, like he wasn’t talking about murdering your friendly (apparently voyeuristic) neighbour. Your teeth graze lightly against his fingers as they retreat and enter, retreat and enter. “They belong to me,” he continues. “The sounds you make…”
You nod.
“This mouth.”
Nod.
“Your cunt.”
Nod.
His fingers slip free of your lips and despite being given your voice back, you don’t speak. Instead, you lean against him, settling your face into the crook of his neck, lips against his warm skin. One soft kiss. You both breathe… heavy… waiting.
“You were thinking of me,” he says finally. It’s not a question.
You answer it anyway. “Yes,” you whisper.
He lifts your head, cradling your face in his palms.
“Only me?”
You nod quickly, eyes watery.
“My good girl…” Praise.
When you grind down into him again, he catches your hips. “Tell me what you want, hm?” Soft and kind.
“You,” you answer. It comes out with a little squeak at the end as you suck in a breath, holding back tears.
“Xavier?”
“Xavier.”
He holds you close as he stands, keeping your messy core pressed tight against him. You expect to be dropped onto a mattress. Instead, it’s cold glass that meets your back.
His lips find your neck, and he’s just as messy as he was with your mouth. He sucks and bites marks into your skin and laves his tongue over them in apology.
You have less control like this. You can’t grind down into him. You have to rely entirely on the way he rolls into you, pressing you against the cold, ceiling-to-floor pane.
By the time he’s finished with your neck, you’re whimpering his name in broken pleas.
“It’s okay,” he soothes, his own breathing uneven. “I’ll fill you now, baby. Xavier will fill you now.”
You think you say please. You’re babbling little broken words into his ear, clinging to him like he held your life in his hands, as he often had before.
Then his tip is prodding at your twitchy hole. You suck in shallow breaths as he teases. Breaching… just… retreating… “belongs to me”… “my drippy little thing”… he mutters as he prods, slips his tip around your messy entrance.
You’re both so slick now that a vulgar sound fills your ears… fills your head so completely that you imagine it slipping out into the dark night and filling the empty street too. You imagine him leaking against you, mixing his pre with your slick.
Then, without warning, he drops you down onto him, stuffing you so full so suddenly that you make a sound that MUST escape out your open balcony door. A sound that has him wrapping his arms around you and fucking you down onto himself like a toy... over and over and over.
“That’s it… that’s it, baby. Let him hear,” he pants into your neck. “Let him hear me breed my girl.”
His lips find yours again. And the way they move against you is almost embarrassing, even as he’s buried inside you against window on a clear, bright night. He’s clumsy and lazy, and the wet, messy noises sound a lot like when he’s lapping at your cunt.
The ceiling lights flicker as he shoves himself inside you again and again. He’s prettiest like this. Wild and claiming. Powerful. A little sweaty. Lips pink and swollen from devouring what had always belonged to him.
Today, September 15th, marks the 31st day countdown for our beloved Xavier's Birthday! URAAA! To mark this day, here is a video trailer of our dear Xavier.
Join us in celebrating our Star's Birthday on October 16th!
To @everyone, my fellow Xavier girlies who has an entry to the Entwined Shadows Event, please don't hesitate to post all your works, bros! Let your work shine like a star in the bright sky! LET'S ALL PROMOTE XAVIER! URAAAAA
So... Hello people of Linkon City, I finally had the courage to post my very first fanfiction. It is my first written fanfiction for LND 🫠 I hope you all like it.
After 21 Days: Entwined Shadows Xavier Fanfiction
“If you’re going to say everything that happened here doesn’t count once we leave this house… would you stay here with me forever?”
