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I WASN'T PREPARED TO FACE THIS KIND OF HURTIN' FROM WITHIN...

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[violasepals]

hihi! I hate to vanish right after I begin posting, but life decided to kick me in the ass, forcing me to give it my utmost attention. I haven't gotten around to finishing my drafts because of these underlying complications.. so I promise to work on them when I get the chance. thank you for your patience :)

[berrylus]

Enderman Zayne

cw: hair pulling, fingering, degredation, fingering, monster fucking (duh), zayne is in heat, lowkey mean zayne, ~1k words mdni below the cut

ty @violasepals for beta reading/listening to my insane ramblings about this for me!!

He's been watching you for days now. Everytime you step out to tend to your farm, you notice him. The tall enderman thats been lingering around your home for the past few days. At first you were scared, his massive stature intimidating you, but after noticing the small gifts he would drop off at your door, he started growing on you.

After a few days of it, you decide to approach the creature. When you came up to him, you were surprised to learn the enderman, Zayne was his name, could talk. And he was actually kinda, nice? As you continue to talk with him, you raise your head to try looking at his face, he quickly whips his head away from your field of vision. Weird you thought, maybe he’s shy?

Noticing your confusion, he clears his throat, "My apologies, I don't really like people looking at my eyes." The way he said it sounded like he was hiding something, but you decided to ignore it.

The somewhat awkward friendship grew between you two as the days went by, him continuing to leave random presents for you outside your door, and you staring down at the ground when talking to him. It was a weird arrangement, but it worked for the two of you.

Until now. You got caught up in a surprise raid happening in a neighboring village, striking down each pillager with your sword. While you did manage to slay the pillagers who came to attack you, you didn't escape unscathed. Slight cuts and scrape adorn your body, and exhaustion envelopes you. Sucking it in, you start the trek back to your home, only to crash into a tall figure. Before you can look up, you hear Zayne's panicked voice first. "What the fuck happened to you?"

"I'm alright, don't worry" you sigh, the energy to explain your situation lost. But he wouldn't take indifference for an answer. "You're not alright, you're bleeding! Why did you think it was a good idea to fight an entire raid?!" he near screams.

You glare up into his eyes, irritation evident, forgetting the promise you made with him. "I can take care of myself Zayne, stop worrying about me."

Zayne's eyes start to glow, as he growls at you. Alarm bells start to ring in your head as you turn to escape, only for him to pull you into his embrace. You struggle against it to no avail, his strength overpowering you.

Teleporting you both into your bedroom, he pushes you down onto the bed, cold blue eyes staring into the depths if your soul. His lips crash into yours, moving his hands frantically to rip off your clothes. "Zay- mmh-zayne, what's gotten -ahh- into you?" you ask between kisses.

Zayne's panting hard already, his green eyes glow frighteningly brighter after each passing second. Your head tilts away from the intensity of his gaze, but his hand grips your chin, tilting your head back towards him. Groaning, his hips start to jerkily rut into yours, akin to a dog in heat. He doesn't look like the sweet, slightly awkward enderman you knew before. No, this was a feral enderman who wanted to devour everything in sight. And it made your legs clench just a tad tighter.

Noticing the slight movement, his arms shoot out to loop around your legs, the lengthy muscles stretching them wide open. Zayne’s fingers move to collect the slick dribbling out of you. “Already so wet and I’ve only just started,” he observed as he plunges two of his fingers inside of you. A whine leaves your mouth as he curls them upwards.

Zayne's digits move inside you at a rapid pace, your arousal coating his fingers everytime he thrust back inside. His head moves to your neck, biting harshly at the skin as he makes his way lower, turning every blank expanse of your skin rosy red.

"You're such a brat, couldn't even listen to one simple rule could you?” Your moans reverbrate through the room, the enderman bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. But before you could reach your peak, his fingers slow to a halt.

You give him a bewildered look, to which he cruelly chuckles, "you disobeyed me, and you think I'll let you cum? Pathetic."

"I didn't know, I'm sorry" you sniffle, trying to garner some pity from him, but the enderman didn't care. He lines himself up at your entrance, giving you a clear look at his cock. It could only be described as inhuman, both the length and girth.

Zayne's hand reaches towards your hair, tugging at it to tilt your head towards him, as he stuffs your cunt with his cock. Forcing you to keep eye contact with him as he thrusts into you, his eyes glowing while glowing particles of light leave his body. He opens his mouth, miniature blue orbs escaping as he spits “you're the one who wanted to look at my eyes, so keep looking at me as I fuck this little pussy.”

You eyes start to roll back, struggling to focus on his face, the dual feeling of his inhuman length squeezing itself inside you paired the way his fingers toy with your clit. "Zay-neee, it's too m-hhmgh-much, I can't ta-aah-ke it." you gasp out. He lets out a cruel laugh, "yes you can slut."

His gaze darkens, noticing how you started unconsciously moving upward in a weak effort to escape his ministrations, the overstimulation of his measured thrusts bordering painful. One of his hands come to rest at your hips, dragging you downwards as Zayne hisses, "trying to run from me? you're not getting away from me until I'm done with you brat." Strings of apologies mix with your moans, begging him to let you finally cum so hard your brains turn to mush.

After what felt like hours, he gave in to your pleas. He rocks his hips deeper than before, causing your orgasm to flash through you. Your body spasms underneath Zayne as your walls squeeze around his length, desperately trying to milk him through your orgasm. His movements start to turn sloppy, struggling to keep his rhythm. The warmth of your fluttering pussy brings him over the edge, cumming deep inside you.

A guttural groan leaves him as rivulet after rivulet of his release coats your insides. Your legs shake around his body, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rolling through your body. Zayne doesn't wait for you to recover, hoisting both of them up to wrap around his waist to your confusion. Zayne cruelly chuckles, smacking your butt hard as he says "You think I would be done with one round? We're going until I say stop," the gleam in his olive green eyes bright as when you started.

an: this is the first time i've written zayne, pls be nice T_T

[violasepals]

Ი𐑼 husband!xavier headcanons , a birthday gift for @txtworlddom !

husband!xavier who looms by the front door each time you beat him to answering it.

your safety is his greatest concern, even when you're tucked below his forearm at the threshold, speaking to a young, frightened canvasser. you wonder why salesmen barely come around, even when you unknowingly cater to your partner's terror radius with the notion of tending to someone else.

husband!xavier who needs to be within vicinity of you unless he cannot function like a proper alien human.

without you in eyeshot, he finds himself rid of patience and fuel to subsist. five kisses for every minute you are away, he says, will suffice as an apology for leaving him stranded at a trinket stand.

husband!xavier who studied your fashion sense because you'd fluctuate between silver and golden jewelry.

sometimes, the blonde would wish he didnt worship you as much as he did. then, it would have been easier to decide which metal looked finest on your skin. because, truthfully, everything you doll yourself up in makes his joints flimsy. he spirals until settling on the mineral he discovers you wearing most.

husband!xavier who takes mental note of condiments and foods that often appear on your grocery list.

it is not unusual for you to stumble across a poorly hidden stash of snacks and seasonings you cherish just as much as him. (he compares himself to hoisin sauce bottles and pretty salt shakers everyday, but happy wife happy life, right?)

husband!xavier who, on one knee, had proposed being your husband rather you his wife, in lieu of a dictum that dismisses you as a mere accessory at his side. he will never let the undervaluing title of "Mrs" overrule your individuality.

viola whispers . " happy birthday my beloved em&m! im so grateful having spent my twelve am in a call with you. (its so wordy dont shoot me) " in the wings . @hirayalia, @snowypi, @starkissedxav, @berrylus, @mrsqins

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[violasepals]

Ი𐑼 xavier returns to you with a shitty haircut..

"no.. its not.. its not bad?"

xavier knew from the moment you double took—and not in a lovey-dovey way—his new hairdo he wanted to curl into himself and implode.

the barber cursed him a half-bowlcut, half-abomination that mimicked a zoomer perm. one side was trimmed too short whereas the quarter-fringe went unspoken about.

"xavier—stop scootin' away! i said it isn't bad."

youre right. it wasnt bad. it was hideous. but how could you say that? it wasnt his fault it seemed like a toddler with two out of eight amputated fingers had a field day with shears and a dull chainsaw.

xavier burrows himself into bundles of blankets, hastily covering his head with a pillow as an attempt to undo the damage done. a visible heat reached his ears and curled around his nape.

hell, if you looked like a Trolls human adaptation on legs, you'd flee from civilization too.

"come here you big baby. hair regrows!"

his voice is muffled in the sheets when he mumbles back to you. "…hair recalls trauma."

"youre being dramatic."

"im being realistic. you ridiculed me."

you grab at your chest like you didnt weep true tears when you witnessed the upsurge of Septimius Severus take place atop his head. there was a lot going on. a lot.

"false news! how could you accuse me of such scarring.."

speech died off your tongue when he lifted the cushion from his forehead. and to think it'd get better without seeing it for a minute…

"maybe the pillow should stay? have you considered a bonnet?"

yeah, he's never letting anyone armed—gun or clippers—within 50 meters of his head.

viola whispers . " xavier lookin like that one flight picture with no nose " " i hope this makes up for delayed smau hshs im allergic to proof reading " taglist . @hirayalia, @snowypi, @txtworlddom, @pixiu-palindrome

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[violasepals]

"can i stack donuts on it?" ft…

zayne was sure he misheard the first time.

"i'm sorry? on what?"

he'd been three minutes into massaging your calf when you came across a post on social media. it was a trend, an irrational one at that, and you wanted to give it a shot.

"your dick. can I stack donuts on it?" like repeating yourself would make it easier to digest.

he would've been startled by your boldness if he hadn't gotten used to your absence of filter. there wasn't anything you couldn't say to him with a straight face.

routinely, you wait for him to gather his thoughts. if you stick around long enough, he might give you the answer you're pushing for.

"that is..obscene and incredibly unhygienic."

well wide.

"you didn't say no."

"my love.." he sighs.

"zaynie come on… youre not even wonderin' how itd feel? "

that was the least favorable part; he was thinking about the doughy band sitting high on his shaft, the glaze rubbing off on his skin and mixing with his own.

maybe one donut.

viola whispers . " i'd nibble on it like a fish he'd catch me " taglist . @hirayalia, @txtworlddom, @snowypi

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[violasepals]

pertinacious ft. xavier shen

xavier has never been so attached to his lover.

by morning, he clung to your hip, unyielding and refusing to release you from his knot of limbs. there were things to do today: laundry, tidying up the patio, running a few errands around Linkon that meant some time away from home. he figured following you around would do himself a solid, promising he'd commit to his share of chores after getting a fill of your attention.

and he was given…. all of it. he trailed behind you as you made your rounds around the apartment, held your hand at the grocery store, and even sat on the ground while you loaded the washing machine.

there wasn't a solvent that could dissolve the adhesive that glued him to you—or maybe you just weren't looking for one.

as of now, he's dead weight atop your mellow figure, sinking you into the leather couch. xavier has tucked his head under your chin, and you've settled a book on his back.

he had spoken very little throughout his term dogging you. the words he mumbles between applying kisses to your collarbone is the most he's voiced all day.

"Starlight.." he murmurs, sliding his cool hands beneath your back, seeking your warmth. "Do you love me?"

he peeks up at you, feeling the book flatten against his shoulder blade whilst your fingers find themselves tangling in his tousled hair, a singular strand sticking up at a strange angle.

xavier's about close to melting off the bone when you press your lips to his temple and whisper in kind.

"Very much."

viola whispers . “ would you love me if i was a fly ahh xavier “ “ drabble for @hirayalia i know its written sloppily I KNOW "

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