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[yukinohoshikuzu]

same look.

[xaviever]

PLS COME BACK POOKIE WE MISS YOU

OMMGGG HAIIII BBY 🥹🥹🥹 i miss u guys 😞 am sorry 😞 dei is crazy and depressed lololol but want to come back to my freaks

[xaviever]

i wwant sylus and calebs cards so bad. …….. please u guys

[pzxce]

darkbound souls doodle

[xaviever]

lingering lust making me log back in to xaviever .

[birf]

they’re wrong for not letting me save this line

[veryluckyclovers]

[xaviever]

bunny!hybrid xavier experiencing something like a rut … fucking u and sylus into next week …

[mewnbuns]

Men who get so lost in kissing you as they fuck you that their thrusts halt completely. Too caught up in your mouth, your lips— it’s only when your walls twitch around them that they’re reminded of their duty. They make sure to ask for forgiveness with a particularly long, deep stroke as they bite down on your lower lip.

[ohdeesnow]

src: sylusxyz on twt

[souliloqui]

milf!fem!sylus who's very much drawn to you from the moment she sees you.

when you move in, she's the very first person to welcome you to the neighbourhood. she comes with a gift basket laden with delicious and expensive goodies that you feel bad accepting. you almost return it when you search up the bottle of wine and see that it costs more than your mortgage. but sylus simply chuckles and tells to enjoy it and come back to her once you finish the bottle, she'll happily replace it for you.

it takes you about two months just to open it.

when you're assembling your furniture, you reach out to ask if she has any tools. it doesn't take five minutes for her to appear on your doorstep with a well-kitted toolbox in hand. she doesn't give you the toolbox like you expected, no she insists on helping you to make the process easier. a little flustered, you try to decline but sylus doesn't give you room to argue. you soon have a front row seat to how her biceps bulge when she lifts and how her long fingers curl around a screwdriver. she also doesn't let you touch anything, saying that she's got it and all you need to do is look pretty.

that sentence replays in your head for weeks afterwards.

she's also a really good cook and invites you over for dinner often. in her ridiculously huge house where her kitchen is bigger than your living room and kitchen. she moves around the space with certainty, her knife skills unmatched as she expertly dices onions. when you offer to help, she, surprisingly, doesn't decline. in fact, she takes this opportunity to teach you how to julienne carrots and shape tomatoes into roses. the whole time she's behind you, her chest faintly pressed against your back as she murmurs right next to your ear, guiding you.

her warmth feels a little addictive and she feels so nice—a little smoky, woodsy.

she likes to stand out on her porch in the early evening, sipping a glass of wine. she's beautifully messy, deceptively soft with her greying hair tousled from a good nap. her robe clings to her wonderfully, showing off her curves and parted enough to display the generous curve of her breasts. the sight of her is mesmerising and had left you mouth agape far too many times to count.

there have also been times where sylus lingers a bit too long. when she's close enough for you to see the crow's feet around her crimson eyes and faint wrinkles decorating her lovely face. she looks at you in a way you can't fully understand but it's ignites a heat that burns quietly but also fiercely. it has you swallowing thickly, breath deepening and sylus looks like she's attempting to resist you something.

a huge part, if not all, of you wishes she'd just let go.

[starmocha]

Announce to me, your sins…

[xinyuehui]

❀。• *₊ BLADES WITH BLOSSOMS °。 ❀°。

[starryeyed-knight]

"Hey, Xav?"

"Hm?"

"Did you know that beauty marks are spots that your lover kissed in a previous life?"

Xavier pauses, finger sliding between the pages of his book to mark his place before he glances up at you.

You're wrapped up in his favorite fluffy blanket, cuddled close to him on the couch. Your eyes are thoughtful, fixed to a beauty mark in the center of your right hand.

"Really?" Xavier asks softly, far away, and takes your hand in his. He presses his thumb gently into the beauty mark, rubbing circles into it.

He thinks of your old spot at the clock tower, of patching up each other's training injuries underneath the Holy Sword of the Goddess. Tending to the blisters on your fingers, tapping his thumb on the back of your hand before lifting it to his lips for a fond, chaste kiss.

He remembers the moments he spent idling with you before the inevitable summons of his father for another stuffy formal event. How he hated those clothes, but preened just a bit at how your gaze lingered whenever he wore them. Letting his kiss on your hand last for a moment longer than necessary, just to see you fluster.

He wakes from dreams sometimes, of a life he never lived, or hasn't yet. You're both tired and weary, in a world long gone and unforgiving, but you're together. He presses a kiss to your hand, thumb stroking across the satin glove. He doesn't let you go. And you choose to stay.

Xavier lifts your hand up to his lips once more. He lets his breath fan across your skin, peering up at you through his lashes to see your own flutter, before he kisses your beauty mark. Soft, reverent.

What a reassuring thought, that he had left a part of himself with you. His love embedded into your skin.

He tugs you closer then, and you collide into him. He holds you tight, pressing kisses up your neck, across your jaw and all over your face.

"What are you doing?" You giggle when he kisses your eyelashes, smacking him playfully, and he snuggles closer.

"Mm." Xavier buries his face into your neck, smiling when you wrap your arms around him. "Making sure you have more marks of me in the next one."

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[xaviever]

Girl it’s an otome game not a bl can women have one thing for once… not everyone is a fujoshi freak

like if ur a fujoshi freak :p