Widower! Sylus who lost his wife two years ago, leaving him as a single father to their three young children, 7 year old twin boys (Luke and Kieran) and a silent 5 year old girl (Rose) who hasn't spoken a word since her mother's passing. The sudden absence of his wife has left Sylus struggling to navigate fatherhood alone.
Widower! Sylus who has gone through more than 20 nannies, none of whom have lasted more than a few weeks. His children, still mourning the loss of their mother, have rejected each and every one of his attempts to find a suitable caregiver to help him with the difficult task of raising them.
Widower! Sylus who in desperation turns to an agency to hire a new nanny, praying to find someone who can connect with his children and provide them with the stability and care they need. By some mistake or twist of fate, you find yourself hired for the job, with no prior experience in childcare. Sylus, grasping at straws and desperate for any shred of hope, is drawn to your apparent enthusiasm during the interview.
Widower! Sylus who takes you to meet his kids "There they are," he murmurs, gesturing to the three children seated on a sofa. The twin boys, with their shock of dark hair and eyes that mirror their father's, eye you with open hostility. They sit with their arms crossed, scowls etched on their small faces, clear defiance and rejection Sylus had warned you about.
He clears his throat, drawing the attention of the children. "Kids, this is... what was your name again?" He glances at you and you quickly remind him "Right. This is... Miss Y/N"
"We don't want a new nanny!"
"She can't replace Mom!"
Sylus sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. But then, his gaze softens as it falls upon his youngest. She sits quietly, her small hands folded neatly in her lap, her head tilted just slightly as she observes you with wide, curious eyes.
His heart leaps when he sees a glimmer of a smile tug at the corners of his little girl's mouth. It's faint, but it's something, a spark of connection in a sea of rejection and hostility.
He takes a step towards his daughter and crouches down to her height, his hand coming to rest on her small shoulder.
"Sweetheart, this is... Miss..." He glances to you again, silently begging you to remind him once more.
You remind him again and he nods, turning back to his daughter with a soft smile.
"Yes, that's right. She's going to be staying with us for a while, sweetheart. To help me take care of you and your brothers." His thumb gently strokes over his daughter's small shoulder.
Rose looks up at you, her big blue eyes wide and assessing. For a moment, she simply studies you, her small brow furrowed slightly, then slowly her rosebud lips curve into the faintest of smiles.
Widower! Sylus who frowns slightly as you refuse his offer of a room "Are you certain? It's quite a distance from the city center. I wouldn't want you to have to make the journey home at such late hours." You nod firmly, assuring him that you can manage, and he seems to accept your decision, albeit reluctantly.
Widower! Sylus who observes your interactions with his children from the hidden cameras placed throughout his estate. The twins, true to their word, prove to be an unrelenting menace, pulling every trick in the book to thwart your efforts and make your time as their nanny a living nightmare. Their antics range from the merely annoying like hiding your belongings or refusing to cooperate with even the simplest requests to attempting to disable the security system, sneaking off during outings, and even staging elaborate tantrums that would make most adults throw their hands up in exasperation.
But it's with his youngest daughter, little Rose, that Sylus sees the most profound change. Where her brothers remain a constant source of frustration she blossoms under your gentle care. She begins to smile more freely, her silent world expanding to include moments of pure joy.
He sees you sitting together, engrossed in a storybook, Rose's eyes wide with wonder as she listens to your animated voice. He watches as you play with her in the garden, her tinkling laughter carrying through the house, a sound he hadn't heard in longer than he cares to remember. But the most touching of all, the moments where she seeks you out, her small arms wrapping around your waist in a tight hug.
Days turn into weeks and he begins to notice subtle changes in his sons as well. Their pranks become less frequent, their tantrums shorter lived. He sees you sitting with them, talking in low, serious tones, and wonders at the magic you're weaving. Slowly but surely, their scowls give way to thoughtful frowns, their anger to confusion, and sometimes, to a reluctant but real smile.
Widower! Sylus whose gaze lingers on your image on the screen long after his children have retreated to their rooms for their afternoon naps. He tells himself he's just checking in, ensuring everything is quiet and peaceful.
He finds himself looking forward to the moments when you're not occupied with his children, those rare instances when you're simply being yourself. He watches you sit quietly in the library, engrossed in a book, your eyes scanning the pages with a focus and intensity that he finds strangely alluring. He sees you curled up on the sofa in the late afternoons, a mug of tea cradled in your hands as you gaze out at the rain soaked garden with a thoughtful expression on your face. When you sit by the fireplace, the flickering light casting a warm glow over your features, your eyes reflecting the dance of the flames. He sees you wrapping a soft blanket around your shoulders and he feels a sudden, overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around you.
He knows he shouldn't be watching you like this, shouldn't be letting his eyes linger on your body, on the way your hair catches the light or the curve of your smile. But he can't help himself, drawn in by a force he doesn't fully understand.
Widower! Sylus who tosses and turns in his four poster bed, the silk sheets tangling around his long legs as he tries in vain to find sleep. But the same memory from that morning, keeps replaying in his mind like a broken record.
You had been standing by the front door, Rose's small hand tucked in yours, Sylus's eyes lingering on the two of you as he prepared to leave. Rose had looked up at you, her eyes wide and trusting, and you had smiled down at her with a warmth that made his heart clench.
Then, in a voice soft and gentle, you had asked his little girl, "You wanna give daddy a kiss before he leaves?"
It was just question, one that Sylus had heard countless times before, usually uttered by the parade of nannies that left his home in the past year. But when the word 'daddy' fell from your lips, Sylus felt an inexplicable surge of heat rush through his veins.
He had tried to shake it off, attributing it to the early hour and the caffeine already coursing through his system. But as the day wore on his mind kept drifting back to that moment over and over.
NOW, in the darkness of his bedroom, he can't escape the memory. He remembers the way his body had reacted, the way his pants had suddenly felt too tight, too constricting. It was a visceral reaction to a word that was innocently spoken, leaving him feeling off balance and horny unsettled.
Widower! Sylus who grows increasingly aware of your nightly routine, a routine that sees you leaving his estate at the same time each evening. He's noticed how you decline any requests for you to extend your working hours, offering up various excuses, a previous engagement, an appointment you can't miss, a family matter that requires your attention. At first, he brushed it off but when his requests for you to stay longer were met with the same polite yet firm refusal, he couldnt help but feel a flicker of curiosity, and perhaps something more.
He's a man used to getting what he wants, to having his wishes granted with just a snap of his fingers. The fact that you, a lowly nanny in his employ, can so easily deny him is something that both frustrates and intrigues him. He's tried to sweeten the deal, offering you a substantial bonus for each night he asks you to stay later, but you remain unmoved. Your answer is always the same, a gentle smile, a graceful refusal, and a soft, "I appreciate the offer, but I'm afraid it's simply not possible."
He doesn't know about your secret life in the heart of the N19 Zone. He's unaware of the glitzy nightclub where you spend your nights, pouring drinks and dancing, all to pay off a debt that's not even yours. He doesn't know that the money he offers, the bonuses he tries to tempt you with, are paltry in comparison to the staggering sum you owe to a notorious loan shark.
Every night you walk past the seedy bars and the shadowy alleyways, your heart pounding in your chest as you make your way to the one place you know you can earn enough to chip away at your mother's debt. The bouncers at the club, hardened men with cold eyes and a fierce loyalty to their boss, let you pass with a nod and a knowing smirk. They've been watching you every night for months, always making sure you leave with a hefty tip from the men who can't resist your charm.
But the money you earn, the sweat and the tears, are not for your own gain. No, every penny goes towards the growing pile of cash you owe, to the man who's known for his ruthless business practices and his even more ruthless methods of collection.
You dance, you pour, you smile, and you take the money, knowing that every dollar brings you one step closer to being free. But the price of your freedom is a heavy one, and each night, as you step out of the club, you feel the weight of your choices pressing down on your shoulders.
Sometimes, in the early hours of the morning, as you make your way back to Sylus's estate, you can't help but wonder what he would think if he knew the truth. Would he still look at you with that mix of curiosity and intrigue, or would he be disgusted?
The longer you keep your double life a secret, the more Sylus grows curious. He starts to notice the subtle changes in your demeanor, the way your eyes are sometimes rimmed with red, the way you sometimes jump at the slightest sound. He doesn't know about the loud music and the crowded club, the way the bass vibrates in your chest and the sweat drips down your skin. He doesn't know about the leering men and the groping hands, the way you have to plaster a fake smile on your face and endure their unwanted attentions. No, all Sylus knows is that you're tired, and he can't help but feel a flicker of concern, a desire to understand the reason behind your exhaustion.
for my hybrid fic should i make xavier a bunny hybrid or wolf hybrid? he's very bunny coded but also i feel like he's more of a predator type than a prey
why do so many people hc xavier as clueless or dumb?? like did i miss something about his character?? cause i remember him saying he got good grades in the classes he liked. and the ones he didn't he still got ok grades.
I was gonna say smth about how badly the fans mischaracterise Caleb and Rafayel and then I just realised actually no… yall badly mischaracterise ALL of them. 😭
“Zayne is so cold and mean” - For being a professional that does his job and having dry humour.
“Rafayel is not masculine and MC is the man in their relationship” - No. You just think a woman’s strength is masculine because you idealise patriarchal gender norms.
“Caleb and Sylus are abusive yandere blah blah” - Caleb is mentally ill and so self loathing he actively distances himself because he thinks you’re probably uncomfortable with his intensity. Sylus starts fucking crying under the impression you might be repulsed by him.
“Xavier is boring” - DID WE PLAY THE SAME FUCKING GAME. Every single one of this man’s cards is fucking crazy.
re: waking up next to him. // <900 words. fluffy morning after with a dirty joke, nothing explicit but mdni. divider @/cafekitsune.
a gentle rumble of thunder wakes you just seconds before your alarm starts to ring.
and before you can even begin to reach for your phone on your bedside table, the arm around your waist tightens, keeping you in place.
"don't," xavier mumbles, his voice husky and low by the shell of your ear, vibrating through his chest against your back.
"i'm just—"
"don't go."
"—turning off the alarm."
his quiet snores resume though somehow he’s still holding you firmly against him.
"xave," you whisper, giving his arm a futile push. you turn your head just enough to look back and find his eyes closed and lips slightly parted, all forming the serene expression of a peacefully sleeping xavier, and suddenly it feels like it would be a crime to wake him up.
oh well, it's a good thing the alarm on your phone isn't the loud and annoying buzzer he has on his; the neighbours would already be pounding at the door if his alarm went on for this long.
as if to thank you for letting him sleep longer, he hugs you tighter. the warmth from his body is undeniably soothing, and with the gentle pitter-patter of the rain outside, you start to feel yourself slowly drifting back to sleep.
you're not sure how long your consciousness is suspended between sleep and wake, but you're brought back to your senses by a growl next to your ear.
"why is the alarm..."
the mattress dips behind you as xavier props himself up to reach over you for your phone, and promptly plops back onto his side of the bed with a relieved groan once it's silent.
with a smirk, you turn to face him, tucking yourself under the arm he holds up for you. "i would have turned it off, but i was trapped."
his eyes stay closed as he mumbles against your forehead, "didn't want you to leave so soon."
"i’m not leaving." you give the tip of his nose a kiss, which draws the corners of his lips upwards. "just gonna make breakfast."
"no," he whines, pulling the covers you started to push away back over you. underneath, his legs wrap around yours. "stay."
"i'm not going back to my place yet."
he doesn’t budge, practically clinging onto you like a koala to a tree at this point. "stay here. in bed."
you let out a short laugh. "don't you want something to eat?"
his eyes finally open, mischief glimmering in the pools of blue as he smirks. "i have you here, don't i?"
you clear your throat to disguise a little noise of shock, but the crinkle at the corners of his eyes tells you he's pleased by how flustered that got you.
"later," he says as he nuzzles the crook of your neck. whether it's to answer your question or his own, you're not sure. "let’s stay here longer."
"fine," you sigh, feigning impatience.
"forever."
"we can't!"
"unfortunate," he says with a soft huff of a laugh. his breath fans over your collarbone, causing you to gasp.
"don't do that, it tickles!"
he hums a light-hearted apology. "should've remembered that from last night."
"should i kick you again so you don't forget?"
"please—no."
outside, a bird chirps a short call. it’s probably the one that visits every morning for the small dish of seeds xavier leaves out. the poor little guy will have to wait out in the rain for a while longer; with the way xavier’s gaze is holding onto yours, you’re both not leaving bed any time soon.
your fingers lightly trace a path up his arm, shoulder and neck, and curl into the hair at the back of his head. he, on the other hand, wastes no time gently cupping the base of your skull to bring your lips to his.
and when you close your eyes, it feels like time slows to let you savour him thoroughly. the wash of his scent, the softness of his lips, the quiet hums that almost sound shy as your hand travels down his chest down to the solid plane of his abs—
—and his belly, that interrupts with a very audible grumble of protest.
there's a tinge of pink in his ears when you pull away from him.
"i think my time in bed is up," he announces sheepishly.
giggling, you give him a kiss, which dissipates the subtle look of disappointment in his eyes. "i'll make breakfast now."
"yes, please," he nods, eyes twinkling with a reverent gaze.
you push the covers away, shivering when the cold air splashes over your bare skin. just before you swing your legs off the bed, xavier calls your name softly.
"yeah?" you say, feeling his fingers curl around your wrist and when you turn to look at him, he gently takes your chin and kisses you, taking his time like he does whenever you need to part from each other even for a short moment.
when he finally separates from you, his tender gaze makes your heart pitter-patter happily. "don't go too far."
and you grin back at him, "wouldn't want to anyway."
hear me out on xavier who's anatomy is slightly different from humans. especially bellow the belt iykwim. (ik people on philos are basically humans but i love alien xavier sm)
L&DS photo-cards I made like a month ago, it was actually my first attempt at drawing them all,cause I couldn’t afford official merch and just made my own lol
·······•✦ description: With an impending mission that renders Xavier gone for nearly four full days, an idea you've had dancing around your head comes to fruition as a way for him to satisfy himself and have a little treat for moments like this.
From 'Princess': [7:28PM]
let's put on a little show tonight, maybe make a special tape for your mission tomorrow ;)
·······•✦ pairing: xavier x afab!reader
·······•✦ word count: 4.4k
·······•✦ genre: smut, porn with plot, fluff
·······•✦ general tags: Established Relationship, Smut, Domestic Fluff, POV Second Person, No use of y/n, pet names - my love/princess, Sex Tapes, Teasing, Dinner, Body Worship, Making Out, Cunnilingus, Xavier is a Munch ofc, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Belly Bulge, Sexual Tension, Oral Sex, Nipple Licking, Praise Kink, Sexual Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Multiple Sex Positions, Open Ending, maybe i'll continue this idk heh, Cross-posted on AO3, Cross-Posted on Twitter
·······•✦ posted on: ao3
Warm hands.
They settle on your waist dangerously close to the exposed skin of your torso. After being unusually touchy, Xavier buries his face in your neck. The scent of meat in the skillet is nothing compared to your natural smell. It’s partly your shampoo, your perfume, and mostly your musk that he will never get enough of.
“Did you mean it?” He whispers, the pad of his thumb hooking into the waistband of your sweatpants. “The text you sent.”
Silence answers him, your eyes fixed on the dinner to prevent it from burning, and forces you to be the bad guy who evacuates the whole apartment building. It isn’t that you meant to ignore him completely, but with the food almost done, you wanted it to be perfect.
Lips attach to your neck, lightly sucking. He’s trying to get your attention, but it doesn’t seem to work as you tilt your head and allow him to do whatever he pleases. “Princess.” His voice is a slow drawl, edging into a whine to get even an ounce of your attention.
“Hm?” You hum, turning off the stove and placing the pan on a cooler burner. It gives it a moment to cool down, and you a second to give your desperate boyfriend a bit of attention. “Welcome home, Xavie.”
The saccharine tone to your voice doesn’t do anything to quell the heat that has lingered in Xavier’s chest since you sent that text to him right before he clocked out from work. His Hunter’s uniform is still tight on his muscles, showing off the broad angles of his shoulders and slim waist. He was an absolute beauty to look at, but underneath the clothes and layers of skin was a heart that beat only for you.
His hands turn you around until you're facing him. An almost childish frown dips the corners of his lips, and he leans forward so his forehead is resting against yours. “Just ‘welcome home’?”
Your eyebrow raises. “What else did you expect?” It’s said like a tease, knowing precisely what he wants but not giving him the satisfaction of pouncing on him as soon as he walks through the door, like you secretly wanted. “I’m just finishing up dinner.”
“I can think of something better to eat for dinner.” His nose brushes yours, the innuendo coloring the tips of his ears as if he weren’t the one to say it.
“Xavier!” A giggle, and your hand makes contact with his chest in a soft smack. “Go change, then we can eat dinner.”
His expression goes from pouting to a smile, eyes roaming across your features. “I just need one thing.” He whispers, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you in for a hug. Warmth tickles your neck as he nuzzles there, taking in your presence. After a long day at work, it means the world to be able to come back to your shared apartment. “I missed you.”
Another giggle, your fingers carding through his soft locks. “I missed you, too.” A few kisses linger on your skin, Xavier’s cheeks heated from being able to hold you like this again. “We can spend some time together tonight, okay? Especially since you leave for your mission tomorrow night.”
Xavier frowns, standing straight, although his arms still stay locked around you. “Don’t remind me.” He pouts again, pecking your lips. “Are you sure you can’t just coincidentally show up in the city we’re going to?”
“Unfortunately, Xav, I have a job of my own that I have to go to.” His frown continues to make you chuckle. “It’s only three days, and I’ll be waiting at the bus stop with open arms for you.”
“Good…” He trails off, his palm flat against your lower back. There’s not a moment when he wants to be apart from you, so even the act of stepping to the doorway of your dining room/kitchen is like torture. “I’ll go change. Be right back.”
As he walks down the hall to your shared bedroom, you set up the plates and bowls of food for you to have your dinner. But the suggestion that you sent him a few hours earlier still bites at the back of your mind. Anticipation, hot and heavy in your veins, surges through you, but nutrition and the smell of the delicious dinner you prepared rumble in your stomach.
Then, you think about the mission Xavier is going on. It’s dangerous, yes, but the team of Hunters he’ll be going with, along with his sheer strength and prowess as the best fighter in the Association, brings a relaxation to your muscles.
“Dinner smells good.” Xavier’s voice fills the silence, his hair messy from removing his uniform and cheeks still flushed pink. More often than not, his thoughts run rampant, especially with the message he had to read in the seclusion of his private office at work. “You’re the best.”
His arms once again wrap around you from behind, bringing your back against the chiseled muscles of his chest. His chest that is void of any fabric, bare for you to gaze at as if you hadn’t seen him shirtless more times than you can count. He’s holding you close like he’s going to be away for years, the mere thought of letting go something that is far away in his mind.
“Thank you… But I’m sure it tastes just as good as it smells.” You point out, your fingers dancing up his bicep. The shirt you threw on has the lingering smell of his cologne mixed with the laundry detergent you always use. It’s comforting, like the way he’s so secure behind you. “Do you wanna eat?”
“Not yet.” He mumbles into your neck, savoring the feel of you in his arms. His fingers massage your hips, keeping you in place for a few more seconds. “I could stay like this forever.”
Basking in the warmth of his arms around you, there’s a hum that vibrates your chest. The smell of food fills your nose, and you turn to look at his side profile. “Well, the quicker we eat dinner, the quicker we can put my suggestion into action.” The suggestion doesn’t fall on deaf ears, but to your surprise, Xavier just holds you closer.
“Your plan sounds nice, princess, but I just want to hold you like this for the moment.” Yes, he’s excited for the prospect of the little thing you sprung on him, but at that exact point in time, he was only focused on how you felt in his arms. Snug into his chest, fit together like puzzle pieces.
After a minute, he lets go of you, pulling your chair out for you and pushing you in before walking around to his side. He sits, taking a look at the food laid out for him. “You spoil me too much.” He jokes, letting you grab the food you want before making his plate.
Silence settles as you eat your food, small talk lingering into hums and compliments of your cooking. Xavier stuffs his mouthful, his eyes lighting up with each bite. He’s always been mesmerized by you and your ability to do anything, and this isn’t any different.
“I missed you at work today,” Xavier says, dabbing at the corner of his mouth with a napkin. “Even though I was fighting Wanderers, I thought of you.”
“Hm, really?” You tilt your head, stand up, and grab your plate. Xavier follows, helping you wash the dishes. Standing side by side, his warmth radiates through you, and as you’re finishing off the last dish, Xavier wraps his arms around your waist once more.
“Really.” He finally mumbles into the crook of your neck, his lips finding purchase along the junction of your shoulder. “Especially when I was packing up for the day and I saw what you sent me.”
A smirk makes its way onto your face, and as you dry off your hands, you turn in his embrace. “I knew you would like the idea, Xavie.” You wrap your arms around his neck, one of your hands carding through his hair while the other traces light circles between his shoulder blades. “I think it would be nice for you on your trip. For when you miss me.”
His hands slip under your shirt, brushing tentatively along your lower back before tracing the curve of your spine. “I always miss you.” He breathes, the tip of his nose walking along your cheekbone before nudging yours.
The first kiss is half breath and half lips. Slow and careful, testing the waters while also getting the touch of your mouth on his. It’s okay for the moment, but it will never be enough to quell the never-ending fire that burns in his heart for you. “God, princess.” Breath fans across your face, and Xavier’s eyes are closed as you massage his scalp with your fingers. “I need you.”
“Well, let’s go. Standing here won’t do anyt-mmph!” Your words are cut off by his lips finding yours. Desperate and insane, craving every bit of your touch, and also shutting you up in the process. Which he doesn’t want to do, but he’s just eager.
Xavier’s palms flatten against your back, feeling up every inch of skin like you’re a statue and he’s admiring you. It’s reverent and loving, but it isn’t until he’s cupping your ass that the pool of heat in your abdomen grows to encapsulate your heart.
“Jump.”
You obey his command, jumping and wrapping your legs around his waist. He’s graceful in his movements, striding toward your shared bedroom without so much as pulling away from your lips. You’re captivating him, the star that twinkles in the night and guides sailors across the sea. Except he’s a lonely traveler and you’re his star.
“Check the- mmph- ah- top dresser drawer.” You mumble between kisses, the plush sheets of your bed cradling your back as you shift and move up the bed. Xavier reluctantly steps away to go where you tell him.
He’ll always obey you, like a knight following his Queen. To the ends of hell and back, and around again in a perpetual cycle.
Xavier pulls out the contraption, his cheeks flushing pink and eyebrows raising. “You sneaky woman.” A chuckle. “Buying this and hiding it from me.” It’s all in good fun, and you take in the sight of his back muscles rippling as he turns away from you to set it up on the top of the dresser.
Knick-knacks of your vacations together. Pictures of you two. Trinkets that Xavier has made or bought from his Hunter missions. They all sit there on the dresser, but they’re joined by something new.
A small tripod. Its adjustable legs allow Xavier to secure his phone in the grip and angle it just right. While a bit adept at the technology part, he cranes his neck to watch the screen, mumbling something to himself as you lie on your side and enjoy the view.
His sides flex, the taut muscles moving on their own accord beneath the pale layer of skin. To the quick eye, they wouldn’t assume Xavier was particularly strong, since he always covered up in long sleeves and hoodies. But when you get the pleasure of seeing him bare, you can see how hard he works reflected in his body.
“I didn’t hide it from you.” You laugh, your eyes scanning the small dips in his lower back and the waistband of his sweatpants falling ever so slowly as if it were teasing you into a glimpse. “I just got it yesterday.”
Xavier isn’t looking at you directly.
Instead, his gaze focuses on his phone screen, making sure to catch the entirety of the bed and moving it just slightly. There, he thinks, perfect.
Then, Xavier presses the big red button on his phone before stepping back and admiring you lying out on the bed for him.
Beep. Record.
In a flash of light, he’s hovering over you, his lips finding yours once more. But there’s more desire behind it. More desperation. More reverence and more intensity. Xavier doesn’t think he can ever be away from you, but the reminder of his mission in the morning looms over his head.
But he’s determined to take his time.
His fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts, his mouth still dancing with yours as he tugs them down and exposes your pussy to the chill of the air. Sucking in a breath, Xavier takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, parting your lips for him.
The palms of his hands settle on the insides of your thighs, his hips slotting against yours and grinding the cotton fabric of his sweatpants against you. It’s a slow grind, just to remind you how painfully hard he is and how much he wants you. How much this little idea of yours turns him on.
Small flickers of light dance around the darkness of the room, but the lamps on your respective nightstands are enough light so Xavier can pull back and see the desire clouding your eyes. He’s also ensured that there was enough lighting for him to see everything on his watch.
“My love,” he whispers against your lips, hands slipping under your shirt to grip at any bit of flesh he can hold. It isn’t long before he’s pushing up the fabric, parting from your lips long enough to strip it off and toss it aside. “You’re so… So perfect.”
With his hands off your thighs, you wrap them around his waist, keeping him there so there is no escape, as if he wanted to escape the confines of your body.
His kisses move to your neck, nipping at the skin there while you grip tightly onto his hair. The descent down the bed is paved with praise and whispers of promises. How much he loves you. How amazing you are. How beautiful you look. What he’s going to do when he gets back from the mission.
He moves across your collarbones, down the curve of your breasts—paying attention to your nipples—down your stomach and sucking at the skin of your hips. Each kiss brings another rush of heat through you, and you’re becoming needy. Whines and whimpers of words that resemble please but have no real substance spill from your lips, but Xavier pays no attention.
Then, his cool breath fans out across your pussy, watching for a moment when you clench around nothing. “Next time,” he says, looking up from between your legs. His eyes glow with light, the blue shining like gems in a cave. “I’m going to need a closer shot of this.” Your eyes widen, legs threatening to tighten around his head. “Maybe get a professional video camera… So I can see your perfect pussy just like this.”
He doesn’t give you time to respond. Instead, he dives in, his tongue parting your folds before roaming every inch of your pussy. No part of you goes untouched, especially when he’s so attuned to your body.
Xavier knows how to flick the tip of his tongue across your clit. He knows how to shake his head just right and grind his perfect nose against the bundle of nerves. He knows how to grip your hips in his vice-like hands, the added pressure that ebbs into slight pain only bringing you closer to the edge.
“F- Xavier…” You sigh, your fingers tugging slightly as he immerses himself in the soft moans and whimpers you give off.
He hums, the vibration traveling through you when he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. His eyes never leave your face, drinking in the sight of your mouth hanging open and a noise that is so close to a delicious scream that he wants to keep going. He wants more.
The rasp in his voice when he pulls just an inch away from your pussy sends a shiver down your spine. “Only- ah- say my n-ame.” He commands, his brows furrowed as he goes back in.
The ability to breathe isn’t essential for him right now. What is important is the way your hips are desperately trying to buck against his mouth, chasing your release that comes toward you like a freight train. Who needs oxygen when he can breathe in your noises, each and every one that slips from your pretty mouth.
His fingers dance along your hip and down your thigh, his palm pressing until your leg is pushed all the way up, spreading you even more for him. It’s also a clever way to expose you to the camera in the corner, the lens catching the tip of his tongue, dragging from your entrance to the hood of your clit.
“Xavier… Fu-fuck.” His lips latch onto you, and you feel every inch of his tongue and teeth as he eats you out with as much fervor as always. However, there’s an added intensity when he knows that he’ll be able to watch this back later and relive the moments between your thighs.
“Again.”
He grunts, his thumb rubbing soft circles into the meat of your thigh while the other wraps around your torso. The muscles in his bicep flex as he holds you still, the indents of his fingers on your skin giving off the right amount of pressure that you know will have you sore, but it’s such a good sore.
“Xavier!”
The scream rips from your throat, the hairs on his head threatening to be pulled from his scalp as you twist and writhe through your orgasm. It’s intense, but it’s nothing compared to the deep darkness in Xavier’s eyes as he loudly slurps at your pussy, coaxing you further and further into overstimulation.
Darkness shrouds your vision as you close your eyes, succumbing to him and his tongue that dips into your fluttering hole. He’s tasting, indulging, savoring because he knows he won’t be able to have you for four whole days—including travel. And that’s the worst sort of torture.
All he wants is to spend the rest of eternity in bed with you. Cuddling, between whispers of love and physical expressions of your deepest desires. Napping together as the days blend into nothingness. Even when the world has collapsed, all he wants is to cradle you in his arms and kiss your forehead until you both cease to exist.
Xavier settles for this perfection right here.
You. In all your glory. Your body bare and chest heaving. Your eyes heavy-lidded and cloudy with the aftermath of your orgasm. Your breath, which comes out in stuttered gasps, whispers of expletives, and his name, coming between breaths.
"My love," he whispers on the road back up your body, his lips follow the same path as before, stopping only to wrap his tongue around your perky nipples. "You're being quite loud… Are you enjoying putting on a show?"
The teasing words are spoken against your lips, arms lazily falling over his shoulders as he kisses you softly. Just enough for you to taste yourself, but not enough to give you the satisfaction. When you whine in loss, he snickers.
"I think you like this." Xavier's demeanor changes. The ever-loving and giving boyfriend flickers, and the haze in his eye darkens as he looks down at you. "You like knowing that I'll watch this back tomorrow night," kiss, "stroking myself to your moans," kiss, "wishing you were in bed with me." Another kiss, quick and fleeting. "But nothing will compare."
One of his hands pushes his sweatpants down, his cock springing free from its constraints. The tip is red, but the soft pink skin is littered with veins, throbbing under your gaze. Gripping himself, he drags his cock through your folds, collecting your release and making even more of a mess.
But Xavier loves this.
Making you a mess for him. Tears of pleasure and moans that ricochet around the room until they fall on his open ears. He loves it all.
"Nothing," he pushes his hips forward, his breath stuttering and edging into a grunt as his cock sits halfway in your welcoming pussy, "will compare to this right here." The pad of his thumb rubs slow circles into your clit, his heart already stuttering as your hole pulses around him. "You're so… ha- warm."
"Xavier… Fuck- that- feels so good." The hoarseness of your voice isn't lost on Xavier, his eyes searching your face as his pelvis finally finds yours. "Oh my-"
"I know, love." He soothes you with kisses along your face. Your forehead, nose, eyelids, and lips. It all gets adequate attention from him as his other hand cradles your cheek. "You're doing so, so well." Despite the conviction in his tone, it's still shaky with restraint while your walls clench around him. Soft sighs and grunts follow each vowel as he speaks again. "I'm going to… Move, okay?"
Nodding, you babble out something that sounds like: "Yes, yes, please!" There's nothing more you want than him, and your pleasure is only heightened when you crack open your eyes to see his phone still propped up on the dresser. The thought of him watching it tomorrow, aroused by the scene, speeds up your heart.
Just like before, he props your leg up, spreading you open so he can watch the way his cock disappears in your heat. Frothing white of your previous release and added arousal build up around the base, standing out against the faint hair between his cock and his navel.
His palm is warm in the crook of your knee, allowing him to reach even deeper inside you. The head of his cock makes a lewd squelch as he picks up the pace, his hips slapping against yours in as much desperation as pure desire. A hand in his hair, one on his shoulder, your thigh against his ribcage… He's well aware of all points of contact.
"You feel so good, princess." His voice is deep. Deeper than normal. It carries an air of rugged need, like an animal chasing after its prey. "So, so good."
He's not the most vocal. It's only his occasional grunt and groan when your nails dig into his shoulder blade, or when he frantically grinds his thumb into your bundle of nerves and your pussy clamps down on him.
The wood of the headboard nearly makes an indent on the wall, thumping with each thrust of Xavier's hips that adds to the lava pool bubbling in your abdomen. He's good with his hips, especially after so much practice with you, learning your body and building his muscles even more toned than they already were from being in the Hunter's Association.
In a moment of pure want, Xavier turns your head, his thrusts changing from quick and rough to slow and torturous. With a look back, he catches the camera. "Show your pretty face to the camera, princess." He's not rough, but his touch is enough to keep you still, your eyes blurry as you find the starry phone case that you got him for his birthday last year.
Your moans come in quick succession, lips parted and body shaking in his grasp as he grinds against you. It's just how you like, the curve of his cock hitting just right and his pelvis smacking against your throbbing clit. A near-scream of his name comes when he presses his palm into your lower abdomen, feeling the barely there tip of his cock sending you in even more waves of pleasure.
"Come for me, my love," Xavier whispers, dipping his head down until the tips of his canines scrape against the side of your neck. It's a touch that is subtle but electric all the same, and it's precisely what you need to get to your second orgasm of the night.
It's more intense than the first one. Maybe it's because Xavier's cock reaches so deep in you compared to the thickness of his tongue. Perhaps it's the added words. Maybe it's the reverent touch on your cheek. Maybe… It's the whispered praise that vibrates against your skin, words that drift off into nothingness as Xavier himself succumbs to his own pleasure.
A groan rumbles in his chest, his face buried in your neck as he twitches and throbs with each spurt of cum that fills you to the brim. It spills out from around his base, ruining the sheets and spreading across the insides of your thighs. But Xavier doesn't want it to spill, so he keeps his hips flush against yours, each and every flinch being felt in your depths.
"Good girl," Xavier whispers, the voice on the verge of a moan as he grips your hips in a vice grip. "You did so well. Thank you… Thank you so much." Words spill, his thoughts on a rampage as your warmth continues to coax more out of him.
The muscles in Xavier's thighs flex with each labored breath that fills his lungs. His fingers massage your hips, slow and gentle, while he whispers sweet nothings into your skin. "You're amazing. Perfect… Mine…"
Your fingers run through his hair, soothing him as his kisses turn featherlight on your neck. His weight is almost entirely on you, but it's not uncomfortable. Like a weighted blanket, you nearly find yourself drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
Except as soon as you find yourself lulled into a sense of contentment, Xavier pulls out of you for a split second. His hands, once gentle, manhandle you until you're on your hands and knees.
A noise of surprise comes, and you turn your head to find Xavier staring down at you. He glides the tip of his still hard cock through your messy folds, catching some of the cum that threatens to spill out, and coaxes it back inside you in one fluid thrust.
"My love," his voice is a low slur, like he's drunk on you and your pussy, "you can take another, right?" He's asking, prepared to be finished, click the end button on the phone, and catalogue it away for the nights he is forced to spend away from you.
But you nod.
And fuck, it's the best thing Xavier has seen since your delicious food was placed in front of him during dinner.
"Thank you." His chest fits perfectly against your back, lips brushing along your shoulder as he slowly rocks his hips against yours. The first bite is exploratory, nipping before soothing it with his warm tongue.
it's so crazy to me how many people write xavier and rafayel as submissive when they're definitely the two most dominant of the five in my opinion. sylus would probably be the most submissive. (i view them all as switches tho)
