yeji ୨୧

˚ʚ★ɞ˚ 18+, she/her, actually the biggest xavier slut in existence

[xaviever]

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 warnings. 🔞 mdni. (afab!reader) needy dom!xavier. pwp, p in v, light degredation + praise, breeding, xav begs and is mouthyyy. baby, angel, my love used ‹𝟹

˖ .˚𑣲 xavier is a slut.

so he makes one of you. his desperation has been simmering for years, literal centuries. excuse him if he’s a bit…impassioned.

his insatiability manifests in all his quiet teasing, the sly looks and comments you have to do double takes for, the mental foreplay he does on you knowing he‘ll have your knees by your ears in a few hours. he has to build you up, make you ache, yearn for him as much as he does for you. it distracts from how whorish he can become.

“please, angel,” xavier huffs in your ear. "you feel so amazing. i- haah... i need you. i can't.. c-can't stop."

buried deep, deep inside you, every roll of his hips has you gasping just in time with his heavy breaths. your arms are hooked under his with his full weight on top of you, skin to skin just how he loves. you claw at his shoulders, marking him in a way he'll smile fondly at tomorrow. you’re both sweaty and sticky and too fucked out to care. he is on the moon.

“xaaav! hmmph- oh my god!”

"wanna cum. cum inside… fuuck, i'm gonna- please?" xavier rambles, whimpering out pleads, desperate strings of your name into your hot skin.

“pleease. ngghh— pleaseplease tell me you need it. i wanna keep you full of me. mmf- i’ll give you every drop, my love. all of it, all of me, please.”

begging as if he hasn’t been fucking his cum back into you this entire time is beyond you. he keeps going, just letting all his lewd thoughts escape faster than his brain can catch up. teeth latch onto your neck, that spot he knows turns you dumb, and you find yourself following in his footsteps. your mouth moves before your mind.

“xavier, you’re— aagh shiit! you’re such a slut!”

xavier whines at the name, a sound so dirty and broken you’d struggle to believe it came from him if he wasn’t on top of you. his movement falters, hips stuttering before he comes to a slow stop inside you. your cunt clenches around him earning you another groan before he speaks.

“fuck, i am. i am. you’re right, always right… mmh- i am such a slut,” he nods in the crook of your neck, words shaky, panting like an animal.

he sounds so needy. it makes you squirm, ready to plead for him to keep fucking you — but he rises. chest heaving, face redder than a rose and those deceivingly soft, cloudy blue eyes looking down on you.

his head tilts in usual xavier fashion, giving you that narrowed prideful look he reserves for when you’re testing him. it only mildly betrays the depravity he just showed, the way he still looks so slutty above you.

“do you th-think— aah… d’you think i’m a whore, baby?”

he doesn’t let you answer. wordlessly, nimble fingers find your clit, already so sensitive to the touch. air catches in your throat, a gasp that trails into a sweet moan that he takes to immediately, humming in agreement, like you’re meant to make those noises for him.

“and you’re not mine? listen to you. no more talking now. you’re a mess.”

he’s right, evidently, given your cries that follow. it briefly dawns on you how quick he turned things around on you, but you can’t think about that. not when the drag of his cock feels like that after he starts back up, damn near burying you in the mattress. not when you’re so close already, moans teetering on obscene, taking him so fucking well.

like a slut. like his.

“and i’m yours, your mess. cum with me, angel. please. ffuck, please.”

— authors note. dividers creds @/uzmacchiato ! first blurb back… haiii :3 ik it’s just kinda word vomit but i’m rustyyy gimme like a week! born through my sister calling him a harlot. xavier my woman of the night.

[xaviever]

.𖥔 ݁˖ଓ lunar notifs!

་༘࿐ summary. boyfriend texts with xavier! heavily inspired by the lovely jade’s aka tumblr user @xiaprint’s caleb texts

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 warnings. 🔞 mdni. (fem!reader) fluff + sexual & suggestive content, attempts at humor, slight inconsistency in xavier's texting style lolol but mostly accurate. baby, bunny, honey, my love, angel used. ‹𝟹

— authors note. rbs appreciated ◡̈ divider creds @/uzmacchiato !! apparently i have been living in my own xavierpilled bubble and did not realize that us xavier fuckers are truly few and far between? if ur reading this and a xav main pls lmk!

[lowkeylaufeysons]

heaven is a mindset anyway

Xavier x f!MC | Shen Xinghui x f!MC

summary: for the right person, you would place all your faith and trust in their hands. for the right person, you would crawl.

cw: 18+, mdni, pwp, gunplay, xavier and mc have a sort of D/s relationship going on, sub!mc, daddy kink, some humiliation, a gun is used as a sex toy, fingering, choking, a little bit of orgasm control, mating press, its all consensual, maybe ooc?. freak 2 freak communication. xavier calls reader 'princess' twice. almost 4k words of wish fulfillment lol. do not read if any of the above is not to your taste.

What has he gotten himself into now?

Confusion clouds your face as you crane your head to survey the building in the N109 Zone. The site is home to a gorgeous, sleek hotel, extending so high into the mist that you struggle to see the end of. Even at one in the morning, clientele bustled in and out, valeted and protected by tattooed doormen.

Nothing seems amiss, yet.

Xavier had messaged you over a secure line in the dead of night, jolting you out of sleep. Despite your continued insistence, he only ever used this line in an emergency, so loathe as he was to ever ask for your help.

[00:21] Xavier: need u here [00:21] Xavier: bring a weapon [00:22] Xavier: sending coordinates to ur watch That was approximately 30 minutes ago. Even with a ton of illegal shortcuts and blowing past the speed limit out of Linkon, the longer it took for you to get to his coordinates, the higher your anxiety spiked.

Before you could finish scouting the exterior, your watch buzzes, notifying you of another message.

[01:01] Xavier: floor 52 suite 1 [01:01] Xavier: tell doorman ur with christian The name "Christian" seems to carry significant weight, as the doorman's posture stiffens ever so slightly. His face remains professionally impassive however, as he opens the door for you with a nod. Thankfully, you're alone in the elevator, giving you some extra time to check your guns as your foot taps nervously.

What was going on? What help could Xavier possibly need? There didn't appear to be anything out of the ordinary throughout your walk from your bike to the elevators. Is Xavier alright? Is he--

The soft ding of the elevator cuts your thoughts short, and you pop into a practiced crouch, checking the corners quickly before making your way to the door of the suite. The Association would never pay for something extravagant like this, especially not in the N109 Zone. What was Xavier doing? Your watch interrupts you again with more instructions.

[01:05] Xavier: room is clear but be careful of windows Potential snipers?? Your heart catches in your throat. [01:05] Xavier: layouts weird ur gonna need to crawl [01:05] Xavier: im in bathroom The door opens without a sound. The foyer of the suite is a mess, a chair upturned in the hallway, lamps knocked over, and what appear to be clear signs of a scuffle. Although you can't make out any bullet holes, a distinct metallic scent lingers in the air.

But there is no sign of Xavier or whoever might've been messing with him. The glare from an outside light reminds you to quickly lower yourself to the ground. You gingerly make your way forward on your forearms towards the sound of running water. "Xavier?" you call out. His voice is hardly recognizable, raspy with fatigue and adrenaline. You can barely hear it over the sound of water running. "In here." The bathroom has thankfully seen a better night. Xavier cuts a dark figure in the bathtub, water running, gun in hand, the red lights of the N109 Zone cutting across his face, illuminating the blood on his cheek. He seems to be breathing hard, nostrils flaring with each jagged breath. The glow from the window also shines on the bloodied bandages on his wrist. He's injured and judging from the murkiness of the water, the wound seems to be bleeding still. You take a hesitant step forward after drawing yourself up. "Xavier are you---?"

The metallic click of the gun's safety being turned off makes your blood run cold. He reaches over to turn off the faucet before turning to you, a flicker of irritation at having to repeat himself.

"Didn't I tell you to crawl?"

It's all you can do to not to just gape at him.

“Xavier what the hell—"

Xavier says nothing, raising a finger to his lips. Instantly the words on the tip of your tongue die. He sits back against the wall of the tub, draping his arms over the edge, a lazy self-assured posture, pinning you down with his gaze, beckoning you forward with gun in hand.

In that moment, you understand where this night will go. The air itself seems to become electric, you feel something heavy starting to gather, and your thoughts start to narrow.

Only Xavier could pull off looking intimidating fully dressed and soaking wet. It’s infuriating how well power suits him, how easily he wears it, second nature becoming of a prince. No, it would be infuriating if it weren’t also an incredible turn-on.

Your heart begins to race for an entirely different reason as you get back on your hands and knees, understanding his unspoken demand. Even from across the room, you can see his lips quirk up. Xavier's good at many things, but he's never been good at hiding just how much he loves when you're obedient.

Early on, the two of you had discovered that crawling put you in a really…pliable mindset. It quickly became one of Xavier’s favorite method to start scenes; all he had to do was get your attention and point to the ground. Something about being on your hands and knees made you incredibly flustered, cheeks aflame with humiliation each time. Humiliation that you so clearly got off on. And it’s working its magic again as you make your way to him. Taking care to move in a way you know he likes, no, expects. A sideways glance at the mirror confirms the desire you feel stirring inside you is also clearly evident on your face.

Xavier doesn’t even have to say or do anything, and you’re already halfway there, eyes half-lidded, lips parted with want as you come to a stop in front of him. The baser part of you wants to get right into it and fuck him in the tub and the half-formed thought alone makes you even wetter.

You look up at him expectantly, knowing better than to speak unless spoken to.

Xavier lets the silence stretch, deliberately staring, eyes gliding over your form, lingering on his favorite curves. He leans forward, unbothered by neither his wounds nor his attire, greeting you with a soft kiss, a small reward for obedience before his free hand suddenly grips your face. Brilliant blue eyes stare down at you, gaze softly imploring, searching you for any signs of discomfort. It's such a contrast from what he's doing to you, face held just tight enough to be uncomfortable, lording over you as you whimper in his grasp. It makes your heart flutter with perverse glee, the knowledge that you're getting something really, really good makes you dizzy with the possibilities.

It's going to be a long night.

As long as you're good for him, he will use you exactly as you both need.

On cue, your body relaxes in his grip, tension melting away. He closes his inquiry with another kiss, this time more intense, parting your lips with his tongue, getting you sloppy before he draws back just a little, eyes now dark with desire and unmistakable glee.

You already know he’s going to ask for something very wrong. Something the two of you have discussed vaguely, in passing. There’s no way Xavier would bring you all the way out here to the N109 Zone for anything less. It's apparent in the elaborate set up, in his contemplative gaze, like he's turning over the possibilities in his mind, still unsure if he'll actually go through with it.

As he ponders, Xavier's thumb sweeps a gentle arc across your face, and you open your mouth ever so slightly to suck on it. The movement seems to snap him out of his reverie. Dark blue eyes narrow as you swirl your tongue around his finger; he blinks, once, twice, and you know he's made a decision.

Xavier stands up to full height, looming over you. His voice is honeyed, almost innocent in spite of the filth clearly coming your way.

“My gun is dirty. Clean it for me?”

He slides the metal up your inner thigh. Even through the fabric of your uniform, you can tell the barrel is still a little warm. The knowledge that he used it-- quite possibly to harm someone-- just before you got there fills you with a potent mixture of fear and desire.

Lesser men assume that power is wielded with loud, forceful proclamations, through imposing your will with others, demanding submission.

Those who are familiar with it however, know otherwise.

That there is no greater rush than willing surrender, freely given. Crossing the line between socially acceptable mores and behavior most would consider a great offense, together, hand in hand. You had always kept that part of you secret, struggling at times to accept that the needs you wanted sexually were a part of you, just like your job as a Hunter, just like how you like your tea with no sugar.

All of that was and is, an intrinsic part of you. That for the right person, you would place all your trust and safety in their hands. That for the right person, you would crawl.

That person is Xavier, the prince of your world.

Your body is screaming at you, letting you know that a working gun is currently making its way up, up, up your thighs. Xavier holds your gaze the entire time, letting himself luxuriate in the panic on your face, breathing it in deeply like he can't get enough. A part of him used to think that he shouldn't want something like this, that he shouldn't want to see you kneeling at his feet, hanging on to his every word. It took him years to accept that dark desires he harbored were an intrinsic part of him. That for the right person, he could wield power. That he would crawl to fulfill your every need, to fulfill the trust you placed in him.

That person is you, his brilliant shining star.

"You look beautiful like this," Xavier whispers in your ear. You turn your face towards him, preening with pleasure at his words before he slides the length of the barrel over your clothed pussy, just so, as if acclimating it to your body.

He seals his lips over yours, free hand moving down to pull your hips forward, nudging the gun as close to you as physically possible, the metal unforgiving against you.

Desire makes his voice rough. "Ride it."

You always react the same way in these scenes, Xavier notes. Your eyes become slightly unfocused, tension drains from your body, a look of pure adoration and relief directed only at him. He always watches like it's the first time. It makes the hair on the back of his neck rise knowing that this version of you is only ever for him.

The least he can do is indulge you in this state.

A nod, a soft 'okay', and you start to undress. Not content to watch you idly, Xavier cradles the back of your neck, kissing you with adrenaline-filled ferocity, gun insistently rubbing your clit through your pants. You give back as good as you can, fumbling over the buttons of your shirt, pulling your pants down before tossing them into a corner under the sink. Your breath catches as you pant his name, making contact with the barrel of the gun, rocking your hips back and forth.

A wicked plan starts to form as you reach down, gently grasping his wrist, maneuvering the gun in his hand until the barrel points up. Xavier lets out a groan, almost pained "Fuck--", as you line the barrel of the gun with your hole, and pull his wrist up.

The metal is unyielding, unlike anything you've taken in you before. A part of you knows that if it were anyone else, this would be worse than dangerous.

But it's Xavier.

The vulnerability of your position, the elaborate games you two play, the sides of each other that only exist in private, the edge of safe and sane, all of that starts to obliterate your thoughts. There's nothing to ever be afraid of. Xavier loves you like this. He loves all of it. He wants all of it.

The mirror reflects an almost disbelieving look of awe as he watches the barrel of his gun disappear in and out of you. The gunmetal is so slick that there's almost no resistance, and you take it a little deeper each time, throwing your head back, riding the gun like it's an extension of Xavier himself.

He briefly flirts with the idea of unzipping his pants and taking you right then and there. His beautiful shining star, so eager, so trusting, so willing.

You arch your spine, pushing your hips back the moment he pushes forward, holding onto the back of his neck, letting the rhythmic motion work you higher.

It's not that the gun feels particularly different or better.

It's that Xavier is fucking you with his gun, and that you're letting him do it.

In fact, you clearly want it, pausing every so often to look back at him with hazy eyes, begging for more kisses, loud, uninhibited moans made louder by all the marble in the room. It's a testament to how deep your relationship has become as he marvels at how you move without an ounce of shame.

Good, he thinks. Shame has no business in our bed.

He contemplates making you finish on the gun--- he can almost see your face scrunched up in concentration, desperately trying to make such an inflexible object get you to completion. You would cum so pretty too, falling back on his chest, nipples hard in the cold air, beautiful sounds coming from your lips before asking for more in that sweet way you always do.

At the last second though, right as you're about to crescendo over, he pulls the pistol all the way out. You let out a gasp, eyes flying open, clenching desperately around nothing.

You whine, pressing up against him. Even when he's being cruel by denying you, you know better than to voice your disapproval out loud.

There are so many things Xavier loves about you, about this special thing you share, but your desire to please, to make him feel good, to submit to him above all-- he'll never get tired of it. With you, Xavier can be as selfish as he wants, can mold you in private to whatever he wants. You've given him the freedom to do so. The fact that you get off on it too? He knows he's the luckiest man alive. He'll be thinking about this night for the rest of his life. "Open." His pants feel incredibly tight, tighter still as he watches you plant a tender kiss right at the opening, wrapping your tongue around the barrel, mouth stretching open trying to accommodate the pistol. The way you bob your head up and down, treating the metal like Xavier's own cock, has him impossibly hard.

Forget ruling planets, galaxies— Xavier would easily give all that up, had in fact given it all up, to be able to have this kind of sway over you.

Nothing, nothing, not planets, not stars being born, not the creation of life itself could surpass the sight of you coming apart by his will and design.

"You really shouldn't let me do this to you," he murmurs, pupils wide. The pop of your lips as he pulls the gun out sounds just like when you're blowing him. You’re in so deep that you’re gazing at him like you’ve just seen him for the first time. An honest, naked adoration as you sink into mental bliss. The light of the moon feels like a spell trapping the both of you in this moment.

"I'm only going to get worse." he breaths against the shell of your ear. Xavier sounds almost mournful, "I'm only going to want more from you."

You turn your head to kiss his cheek.

"I want to give you more." you whisper a quiet confessional to your prince.

He steps out of the tub, extending his hand to you to, ever the gentleman, a chivalrous gesture, if it weren't for the fact that you're the only one naked and looking utterly debauched.

"Let me take you to bed."

Once out of the tub, he swoops you into his arms, carrying you bridal style out of the bathroom. Something about him still being fully dressed and sopping wet, shoes slightly squeaking, makes you giggle.

Xavier chuckles as well before gently lowering you onto the plush mattress. He makes quick work of his clothes, offering you the chance to catch your breath. Now that you have some more of your wits about you, you notice that aside from the upturned chair, and the lamp on the floor (which clearly Xavier just put there himself), the room is actually immaculate. "Can't believe you did all this so we could have disgusting sex."

He smiles, tucking a stray hair from your face. "You always said you wanted to be surprised. Is it to your liking?"

He already knows it is, his gun is clear evidence. He's just fishing for affirmation. You give it to him anyway.

You peer up at him from under your lashes, "It will be once you get me off, Daddy." Xavier sucks in a breath through his nose, ears turning bright red, like they always do. "What do you want?" he says softly, kissing up the column of your throat to your lips. He makes you say it out loud. Each and every time. All the better, he reasons, to let it sink it into your psyche, your subconscious. That he can be trusted with your pleasure, with knowing not only what you want but what you need.

The answer is always the same.

"Whatever Daddy wants," anticipation races down your spine as Xavier's gaze darkens. With monstrous strength, he pushes your thighs back, folding you in half. Pinning you down.

You're exactly where you want to be.

"Spread yourself for me."

"So wet..." he murmurs, rough pad of his finger circling your exposed clit, watching you clench, aching for more.

Without warning Xavier slides two of his fingers in. The stretch burns just right and you can't stop yourself from clenching down on him.

"It just went right in," he marvels as you throw your head back among the pillows at the sudden sensation. "Did you want it that badly princess?"

It's a rhetorical question, you know he's not expecting answers. Not with the way he suddenly crooks his fingers, bringing you back to the edge of the orgasm he denied you earlier.

"What are the rules?" Xavier asks, casually, as if he wasn't the one responsible for the squelching wet noises as he pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy. He's had plenty of experience to know exactly where to torment you. It's all you can do to squeeze your eyes shut. You can't cum, no matter how good it feels, until he tells you to. You can't, you can't. you can't--- A sharp slap on your ass brings you out of your head.

"I asked you a question" he clicks his tongue, voice stern, but makes no signs of stopping. You look incredible in the palm of his hand, and he'll drag this out for as long as he wants.

You draw in a shaky breath, and will the last of your brainpower to work. "I-I can't cum w-without permission."

You hear the wet sound of Xavier pulling out his fingers before you can feel it. Before your body even registers that you're no longer full, Xavier lines up his cock to your pussy, filling you up again with one fluid, practiced motion, knocking the air out of your lungs as he uses your shoulders as leverage to pull you harder against him.

A surprised "oh" is all that you can muster as he brutalizes you. It's all you can do to hold on, faces inches apart from one another, ankles by his ears, crowding you, filling in every bit of space. He's fucking you so hard that you bounce back from the mattress right down his cock.

All that you can see, all that you can hear, all that you can taste, touch, feel is at his whim.

"I can't cum--- I don't wanna cum-- please no---"

You don't even realize you're begging.

His hand circles your neck, and he smiles, all teeth. "But I do."

Ordering you to withhold pleasure scratched a very specific itch in his brain, and Xavier knows he’ll never get enough. He almost wants to apologize to you in advance, because he doesn’t think he can have you any other way--- with his hands around your neck, your lips parted and bruised, eyes sliding in and out of focus, incapable of anything but moans and squeals as he pistons in and out of you.

It's all you can do to not give into the oncoming tide of pleasure.

Half-formed pleas for relief start to fall from your lips.

"I-I can't---" you manage to eek out shakily as Xavier makes it his personal mission to fuck the air out of your lungs. That just seems to goad him some more as he throws your legs up and over his shoulders, bending you into a press.

"Ah ah ah," he shakes his head, kissing the corners of your lips. "Don't be impolite."

Even in this headspace, he can't stop the affection from dripping in his commands. The way he shudders every time you give in, like he's almost unworthy, of your grace, your submission. "P-please X-Xavier," a final plea as he keeps you on knife's edge, caught between the desire to obey him and the overwhelming desire to cum coiled in your belly. Xavier’s eyes sharpen with focus.

He reaches over to touch your lips, stopping for a moment to kiss you before you feel his hand grasp your neck again, and he squeezes.

He opens his mouth to speak, and it’s the last push you needed.

“Who makes you feel this way?”

“X-Xavier” you stutter out as your faculties start to disappear.

Vaguely, you feel something hot gush in the space between you and you cum with his name on your tongue. Like the bastard he is, Xavier talks you through it.

"That's so much princess..."

Something about it is embarrassingly delightful, maybe even condescending in a way he coos in your ear. "Who's fucking you like this?" his thumbs sweep over your nipples, pulling, adding an accent of sharpness to your orgasm that makes you cry out.

You sigh his name as you close your eyes.

“That’s right---" a hard thrust, a heavy finality in his words. “I am.” Xavier's movements become more erratic as he gets closer, arms starting to shake, eyes rolling back before spilling inside you, head falling to your shoulder with a groan. For a beat, the two of you rest there, heartbeats syncing for just a moment before Xavier carefully pulls out, rolling onto his back with his eyes closed.

You link your pinky with his before rolling over, resting your head on his arms. You watch as his breathing slowly starts to even out. When he opens his eyes again, it's filled with bright adoration.

---

Thankfully, mornings come slower than nights in the N109 Zone. The doorbell to the suite buzzes, but before you can fully get up, Xavier pulls you back into the bed.

"We had quite the night..." he whispers, voice still rough with sleep, "Let's prolong it for just a little more."

And who are you to refuse?

a/n: i hit level 100 affinity with xavier today and then the promise dropped...xavier!! xavier!!! i wrote this in the span of like three hours...and then I decided to add more....ahhhh. Please let me know what you think! I haven't written D/s in a while.

likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated they keep me going c: tysm for reading! Let's yell together about LaDs heh.

divider: @/thecutestgrotto

[rafasbride]

愛 ⋮ xavier overstimulates you .ᐟ

buzz. buzz. buzz.

"n-no more, s'too much b-ba—ngh!"

a little press of the vibrator to your engorged clit has you convulsing.

it's not even an "almost", your body reacted before your mind could think. a light laugh leaves your lover, amused at how openly reactive you are to his touch.

"it's okay, baby. not too much." you'd honestly think he's gaslighting you if not for the way how your stomach clenches (no) thanks to the feeling of the little toy going crazy on your sensitive bud.

"can't! xav—!" your fingers scrap his bicep, trying to ground yourself while he just eyes you almost lazily but his cock, standing upright and very much hard, says otherwise. "feels good?"

you'd shake your head, though both of you knew that was a lie. "i can see you're about to cum again," his eyes move down to your cunt, watching the empty hole he just stretched a prio ago, open and closes; an indicator that you're about to release again.

"fuck! fuck, fuck, fuck! g-gods, please—" you're not even sure what you're begging for, but you know you're about to squirt in a few seconds or so.

xavier smiles at your tightly closed eyes, the sting of your grip nothing compared to watching you fall and crumble below him. this is the view.

"ah, there we go." your high pitched scream reverberates through your room, the vibrator buzzing unrelenting despite the amount of hot liquid squirt pouring out of you. xavier, for some reason, found himself catching a few of your release in his mouth before forcing yours open to transfer it you. "swallow." his eyes dark, yet his smirk so angelic.

you did so as you're told, and then xavier's removing the toy away from your cunt. "did you keep count?"

oh no.

your blissful state was shattered with one question.

oh no, no, no, no, no... was it maybe, the 8th? the 10th? your fried brain tries to track from 4 hours ago to now, just how many times has he made you cum just tonight alone?

your eyes turn teary as you look at him. him who laughs freely.

"i'm joking honey, know your little brain couldn't keep up with how many times i've made you do all that." he spoke with ease, kissing your entire face as his hands roam your body, seemingly still not tired.

"you can still give me more, right?"

prodding his middle and ring finger to your hole, you gasp. "no! please, xav, been a good girl—" he's deaf to your pleading words, entering your pussy in no time.

"know you can." and he's kissing you before letting his fingers do the dirty work to your cunt.

after all, you haven't even said your safe word.

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Ი︵𐑼 % dividers from @/cafekitsune

[xaviever]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ଓ overstim with him!

including. xavier, zayne, sylus, & caleb.

summary. scenarios where one or both of you are overstimulated during sex. ˃𖥦˂

cw. (afab!reader) 🔞 mdni. softdom!zayne. kinda sub!sylus. patheticdom?caleb. overstimulation, obvi. breeding (xav & caleb), dumbification (zayne), xavier says ily in it. use of baby, sweetheart, princess, & dear.

ᢉ𐭩 xavier!

this is nothing new. xavier is often overwhelmed by his need for you. his impressive stamina and unbridled desire are a wicked combo, leaving you in for long, long nights when his restraint snaps. he’s had you against the door when you first arrived home, on the couch, kitchen counter, in the shower; now, finally, in bed on your side, slowly and deeply kissing each corner of your insides like some lecherous love letter.

“xav- baby, s’too much,” your voice sounds scratchy and foreign from the amount of strain over the last few hours. in response, your thigh is hiked up further, flush against his sweaty chest for a better angle. "fuckfuck, my god, xavier!"

“made to take me…” his lips find their way to your ear, sucking on the lobe as he rambles, unbelievably pussydrunk and obsessed with the repeated slosh your combined releases have created. he keeps his voice as steady and soft as he can while not losing his pace, fucking as deep inside you as your body allows.

“you’re molded to me, baby. mmf, made to be pumped f-full of my cum. you were made for me.”

all of your senses feel on fire, completely overloaded from your evening of being folded into impossible positions again and again. xavier is nothing if not insatiable when it comes to claiming you, his hunger for you, your presence, your attention, your sweet cunt taking him to the hilt like it was destined for his cock.

he's as sensitive as you are now, gasping each thrust, almost whimpering, "just one more, p-please. aah, you can do it. i feel you, mmfuck. i know you're close..."

you nod dopily, consumed by the way your numbness dissipates, body buzzing as you somehow find the will to cum again. your arm moves back to cage his head against yours, and he fucks you both through the haziness, his moans and your broken cries a symphony in the night. he cums hard, and so much, an insane amount after emptying himself inside you all night. the two of you lay entangled in one another, both too sore and thoughtless to even fathom moving.

"i love you so much. so much..." xavier professes into your shoulder, pressing clammy kisses to every part of your neck he can reach in silent worship before drifting off in your aftershocks together.

ᢉ𐭩 zayne!

you can't even speak. zayne’s fingers and tongue have been working you skillfully for so long, too long. he's memorized everything about your body. how you like your clit sucked, when and how to point and flatten his tongue. he knows all your sweet spots, the exact angle, pace, intensity needed for you to cum the hardest, see stars and make you dumb the easiest. of course, he'd never degrade you and call you such, though there's something so riveting about having you brainless under him, entirely overcome by his expertise in your pleasure.

you're cumming all over his hand for nth time with a weak cry, shivering as he holds your hip down to the bed so he can properly fuck you through the waves, not stopping until he feels you've given him every last drop once more. big tears roll down the sides of your cheeks, which he immediately responds to, bringing the hand holding you down up your body to your face and sweetly caressing.

"you've been so good for me. i'm proud of you, my perfect girl."

his pruny fingers slip from you with no resistance. zayne coos at you hearing your tired whines, softly maneuvering you while he shushes and mutters reflexive praises. you’re okay, safe, he’s going to take care of you. he always does. before you can register it your legs are spread widely apart, zayne’s practiced caution evident in how delicately he handles you.

"i believe you can take a bit more for me, no?" he strokes himself unhurriedly, all while thumbing your clit, keeping you stimulated still. he still appears relatively composed above you, one of his only giveaways being the stuttering of his breath, barely controlled lust seeping through him.

zayne enters you steadily, always being gracious enough to let you adjust to his girth. "hah... she's been waiting for me. i can tell." your messy cunt welcomes him warmly, his heavy tip opening you up in a way his fingers could not. it has you reanimating, thighs shooting up to clench around his hips. you spasm, the ghost of an orgasm making you seize around him and ripping the air from both of your lungs.

he sighs out at the feeling of his full length bottomed out inside you, admiring you pliant and glowing under him. “i... ha-have to hear you, dear.” the same fingers that were previously stretching your cunt softly push past your pouty lips. he splays them all over your tongue, forcing the sounds you'd been too delirious to let out escape while he begins fucking into you like a promise.

“mmh, say my name. i know you can.”

ᢉ𐭩 sylus!

you just wanted sylus to feel good, like he so often makes you feel. ...and if you maybe got a little power hungry and ended up addicted to the way he falls apart, holding him down, coaxing him into letting you make him cum over and over, on your seventh "one more" of the night... well, that is not a crime.

in all actuality, though, sylus does not need much convincing. he's not one to oppose you, naturally. however, the second you got commanding, a small switch flipped in his brain and he couldn't save face, couldn't stay above his innate call to submit to you. he's unsure why he'd ever fight it now. sylus is enraptured by your hedonism tonight, reduced from his usual weighty presence to something only you can unlock within him. something yours.

"you know you've got such a pretty dick, baby," you purr, flicking your wrist as you jerk him off with a casual pace, one that's become less bearable after multiple releases. "so big, pink and drippy for me. for me, right, sy?"

the prettiest moans fall from his lips when his head lolls against his headboard, barely deciphering what you've said but knowing to agree, anyway. he nods lazily, peering down at you through clouded, low eyes. his brows are knit in the most desperate expression you've ever seen from him, zeroed in on you. sylus gasps in a big breath after you squeeze him at the base, trying to get more of those beautiful sounds from him.

"yes. yes, sweetheart, y-youu, ffuuck-" he drawls, feeling on the precipice of cumming once more with every slight movement of yours. "yours. aagh! haah, fuck, a-all of me. everything."

his words go straight to your pussy, pulsing from your neglect. having him fill you to the brim sounds amazing, hearing him be this submissive under you? you moan a little at your own imagination. sylus continues to whine, grounding you here as you conclude before you satiate your need, you have to hear him cum one more time. just one more. he can take it.

your hand speeds up wordlessly, already knowing how close he is from the way he twitches, so beautiful and sensitive. "kitten, please." he sounds so sultry begging for you, his voice pitching with need, a frequency only for your ears. you're addicted to this side of him. "i want...w-want to cum for you again."

ᢉ𐭩 caleb!

“sh-shit, you- aangh, p-” caleb’s head feels impossibly heavy as he allows it to fall back against the couch cushion. any attempt at a plea falls shorter with each rhythmic bounce of your hips.

you'd jumped him as soon as he settled into your home from his visit, taking initiative and sinking yourself down on him at the first opportunity. he should've known he was in for it with how easily he slipped inside you, like you prepped without him. this was premeditated. the drag of your walls around him, hot and wet and unrelenting, you were fucking him like he owed you something.

“pips! princeeess, ffuck, please. you’re milkin’ me for all i’m worth, haah-” he’s cut off by his own breathy moan. you don’t stop, not even for a second. if caleb really couldn’t take it he’d safeword or lift you with his evol, yet he only has the brainpower to hiccup and whine under you as you use his dick to your heart’s content.

his hands squeeze your hips for relief, kneading your soft skin for any kind of purchase. you lean down, your fucked out moans vibrate against his neck as you nestle your mouth there. you instinctively sink your teeth into him, pulling something lewd, broken from his throat that even he was a little appalled by.

he doesn't think he's ever cum this much in succession. caleb is already very easy, often fighting hard to not cum from the smallest of your intimacies. you can imagine how hard it is to stay lucid when he has no choice but to cum for you over and over again.

the two of you sound like a couple of pornstars, producing some of the most depraved noises you've ever heard come out of each other, and the constant plap! plap! plap! resounding in your living room.

"need you. cum- nghh, cum in me again," you moan a little animalistically as you rise, facing caleb again to speak. you grab his face, smushing it to make him focus, wanting him to hear your words. "want all of you, c-caleb. pleease."

pitiful as he is, caleb whines at your words, the noise jarbled from your grip on his face. he's throbbing painfully at the admission of your need, hands getting rougher, faster, gathering his remaining coherence to make you scream and chase this release as much as you were. your hands fall, gripping his chest for stability, and caleb groans, dipping his forehead down to rest against yours.

"fuck, baby. got me shootin' blanks and you still want 'em. filthy girl."

— authors note. just couldn’t stop thinking abt this one sub!sylus fic i read… all this came from that lolol. rbs are appreciated!

[navydoves]

Bunny!Xavier and his strange habits in heat

He’s always so cute but when he’s in heat like this…

✎ᝰ a/n. we r now 2/5 done with this sister series. i’m thinking… cat zayne next? enjoy!

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❥ hump-o-tron 3000! when xavier is in heat he makes sure you never forget it. from morning to night, if you’re not fucking, he’s humping! nap times are always so sweet and domestic, that is until you wake up mid-sleep to xavier scratching at your skin and grinding on your leg. can’t cook or watch tv for long without xavier coming up behind you and humping you idly. it’s all with clothes on too!

he says it’s unconscious a lot of the time… kinda. sure, if he’s really physically close to you he’ll unknowingly bump and grind on your nearest body part. but there are moments where all he can think about is how erect is he and how much he needs to hump his cock against you. he tries to have boundaries, he swears. if you don’t want to have sex or need to be left alone, he would never force you to… but he will whine about needing a few minutes just to hump your leg.

❥ nibbles everything. it’s a subtle sign of aggression for xavier. his heat makes him so antsy and needy that his body needs to let off some steam even in these small ways. he’ll bite around anything and everything needily like it did something to personally offend him.

you’ll find teeth marks on your cereal boxes, your slippers, the couch pillows, the bedsheets. it’s not even just household items, it’s your clothes and underwear that’ll be a little ruined and wet from him nibbling. he apologizes so profusely afterward and replaces everything with his own money. he’ll even get u extra gifts to really apologize for his erratic behavior.

❥ he creates makeshift pussies. okay, so you’re not home or you’re busy and he can’t hump on your leg? what now? that’s right, fleshlights! bunnies go at their partners quickly and with strength, so if you’re not there to take that, he needs something else that can withstand his heat.

it was embarrassing to search up how to make one with household items, but before he knew it, the rubber gloves, panties, ziploc bags, even socks of the house were not safe. he’ll fuck them senselessly, growling and whining about how upset he is it’s not you. it’s genuinely a mix of a little gross to a little hot seeing all the fake pussies xavier has made in desperation for you. but that’s a necessary past time! his favorite spot to masturbate with his fleshlights is definitely in your bed where he can smell you, but really, anywhere is game. that’s why when you come home from work and all you smell is bunny musk all you can touch on counters and the floor is warm cum… well you knew what he was up to.

❥ and speaking of cum, xavier cums a LOT. i’m talking like a water bottle’s amount. there’s a reason why laundry day is every day when he’s in heat. he needs to cum, there’s no orgasm denial here. it’s just about getting used to taking that amount in your body. one round will genuinely have you tap out because of how full you are, but no matter how many times you piss it out, xavier makes sure to replace that amount.

he’s a stuffer. won’t let you leave until a poke to your stomach has cum gushing out of you. his favorite thing to do is to fuck the cum back inside of you after it pours out, to then only add more potency to your already swollen pussy. the sounds are slick and wet. everything is slick and wet! being in heat means being 10x more fertile. xavier is obsessed with the idea that—just from the sheer amount—you’re carrying his virile sperm around well after his little breeding session with you.

❥ he buzzes! strange at first yes… but it’s a normal bunny thing to do. the buzzing is more akin to a low rumble and it’s the first sign that xavier is going into heat. he’ll hold you thigh, nibble on your ear, and rumble really lowly to the point that it’s buzzing his body and yours as well. quickly you learned that it’s basically bunny code for: “have sex with me! please! have sex with me!” and it’s never loud either. it’s super quiet but also very vibrational.

it also happens when xavier likes what he sees. AKA, if you’re just in your panties and bra, he’ll buzz in excitement while circling you. if you’re all fucked out and in the post coital glow, he’s gonna buzz. if you’re literally just asleep he’s gonna buzz before pulling back the covers and pulling off your pants to give you a good (somno consensual) dicking down.

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[kageyuh]

jealous!xavier x reader | eating you out, smut, nsfw

jealous!xavier is silent on the car ride home.

you can feel the heat of his anger radiating from him, but there’s no clenched jaw or rude remarks. his fingers grip the steering wheel just slightly tighter than usual. if you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t even think he was angry.

but when you open the door to your apartment, a powerful force knocks you over, swooping in and throwing you onto the couch.

your mouth is agape. “xavier, did you just push me?!”

your pouting boyfriend shuts the door softly, crossing his arms. “i did not. must have been the wind.”

as you begin to get back up, a sudden flash of light gleams before your eyes. for a split second, the image of xavier is in front of you, and you’re back to being flat against the couch in an instant.

when you blink, xavier is back at the door, arms crossed and head upturned with a pout.

“okay, what the fuck. why are you teleporting back and forth?”

“i’m not.” he denies, side-eyeing you. “your eyes are playing tricks on you.”

you sigh, flopping back onto the couch in defeat. “i didn’t want to take a shot with that guy. i couldn’t turn it down, it was part of the mission!”

xavier knew this, of course. you were both briefed on the contents of the mission before you left. however, the blind rage that consumed him when that man put his hands on your shoulder…

a flash of light, and xavier is crouched beside you.

another flash, and he’s leaning over you, one knee pressing between your legs, dangerously close to your core. his nose is only inches from yours. you can feel the heat from his breath radiating against your lips.

“h-hey!” you struggle below him, pressing your hands against his chest to make space. heat is rising to your cheeks. “what do you think you’re doing?”

his pout deepens, and you see his expression slacken. he drops his head onto your shoulder, hiding his face. “i’m upset.”

you sigh, tracing a hand up and down his back in soothing motions. “i’m sorry.”

he lifts his head just a tad, puppy eyes ongoing. “if you’re truly sorry…do something about it.”

“what do you mea—ah!” an involuntary moan rips through you, throwing your head back as pleasure shoots up your spine.

xavier’s hand teleported into your panties, rubbing circles on your clit. his eyes have suddenly turned dark, and he leans into your neck, taking a long inhale of the scent that lies at your collarbones.

“prove you’re sorry…with this.” he drawls, sliding a finger down the folds of your core. a sudden, harsh slap to your clit has you clenching.

you shiver, hands finding their way to his hair as he pushes your shirt up, tongue gliding down the valley your breasts to your navel; simultaneously stripping you of your bottoms.

you mewl, head reeling back in pleasure as you feel him rub circles on your sensitive nub. the ministrations are shooting up your spine, and you tighten your grip on his silver blonde locks.

it’s when you feel the heat of his breath on your lower lips that you freeze.

“xavier, wait, it’s dirty don’t—“

dark eyes stare at you.

“would you rather have that man eat you out?”

“n-no, of course not! it’s just that—“

he delves into your core, tongue lapping at the arousal that coats your folds. you squirm, filthy moans spilling from your lips as he continues to devour you whole.

he’s quiet as he ravishes you, save for the small grunts and groans he leaves in the depths of your core. slurping and squelching sounds fill the room as he brings you towards your high.

you feel his hips rut into the couch, his throbbing erection growing harder at your moans.

it’s when you peek down at him and see his eyes, darkened with lust, watching you, tongue still lapping at your core, that the pleasure snaps. you feel yourself come undone at his touch, shaking and clenching as he slurps your release.

and he’s moaning through it all, savoring your taste while precum leaks through the tent in his pants. he palms his erection with one hand, using the other to comb through your folds, collecting your slick.

“i think you’re wet enough now.”

[heartyluv]

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Note: Creds to @/fawndollie for the star divider. ♡

Rating: Explicit - !!Minors DO NOT Interact!!

Warning: Oral (Fem!Receiving), Handjob (M!Receiving)

Word Count: 2,041

Summary: Xavier comes back home a little tipsy for the first time ever and he just can’t stop loving on you because he missed you so much.

Tipsy!Xavier/Reader

Xavier didn’t mean to come home inebriated. Now granted, he wasn’t too bad. He wasn’t stumbling all over the place and unable to stand upright, but he’s never got like this before, so it was an unusual thing to navigate. Being in complete control of himself has always been important to your homebody boyfriend.

His cheeks puff as he blows out a breath, trying to open the door to your shared apartment. It takes him two tries before the key successfully connects to the key hole and he twists it to the left to disengage the lock. That alone makes him even more thankful for one of his coworkers driving him home or else he’d be sitting at a bus stop like this.

He had listened to you and went out with a few colleagues from work. How could he not when you so sweetly said, “I think going out would be good for you, lovebug. You’re in the house so much.”

The only time Xavier left was to go to work, go grocery shopping, and to hang out with you to do whatever you wanted. If you left it up to him, because he liked you more than anyone else on this planet, he had absolutely no problem with you being the only person he’s around.

So admittedly, he was hesitant at first. He didn’t want to leave you home alone because not only did he not like being where you weren’t at all times if he can help it, he’d miss a crucial part of the daily routine you and he shared.

After work, you were always home to greet him. You would run over to him and kiss his lips and nose, before returning to the stove to finish preparing dinner. That small interaction was one of his favorites between you two amongst the handful of ones he looked forward to throughout the day. Today though, because he wanted to make you proud of him for his attempt to “broaden his horizons”, he got none of that.

He missed you the whole time while he sat down with his peers for dinner. Each time he took a bite of the food, he’d frown because although it wasn’t nasty, it wasn’t your cooking. Every time someone started talking, he was respectful enough to listen and engage, but nothing would ever quite compare to how much he loved hearing you tell him about your day.

You were on his mind so much that he had wished he would’ve just stayed home. But he stuck it out, and was here now. All he wanted to do was crawl all over you so that you could hold him tight and kiss him for hours to make up for your time apart.

As the door pushed open, he hummed in content and smiled to himself at the smell of your favorite oat and honey scented candle lingering in the air, welcoming him back to where he always wants to be. The warm apartment was a perfect contrast to the frigid temperatures outside and the small star lamp that you had bought a few weeks ago illuminated his path just enough for him to find his way to you.

He kicked his sneakers off at the door, locking it after and washing his hands before he went on his search. Xavier was a man of routine, even with a fuzzy mind because of the few fruity alcoholic beverages he consumed.

He gently tiptoed down the hallway just in case you were sleeping and he wondered if he was selfish for hoping that you weren’t. It wasn’t exactly late, only 10:30, but you had times where you couldn’t keep your eyes open and he’d have to gently pull your phone or a book from your limp hands so that you could rest properly after you had passed out.

He pushes the cracked door open and immediate relief almost sobers the man when he finds you with your back turned but your phone is in your hand, screen dimmed as you scroll through random posts online.

“Hey,” he greets softly, his voice rumbling as he trudges inside. You crane your neck to the right to see him, beaming a smile as he starts to remove his clothes to climb into bed. He wants to shower, but he wants you more.

“How was dinner?” you ask as you turn your body to the other side so that you can face him properly. The gentle gleam of fairy lights he helped you put up awhile ago illuminate your soft face.

He shrugs, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it into the laundry basket before he begins unbuckling his jeans.

“It was fine. I couldn’t quite focus, if I’m being honest. Now I feel a little… off.”

“Oh?” you raise a brow, propping your head on your knuckles. “What happened?”

“You,” he says simply, making your eyes widen, but that makes him smirk.

“Me? What did I do?” The wide eyes you sport makes him breathe out a chuckle.

He stops fumbling with the button of his pants, looking into your eyes. “It’s hard to hold conversations when all I could do what think about you,” he sighs as you quirk a brow, raising it with a knowing smile. “I wondered what you were doing, if you ate, what you ate, if you missed me just as much. It was to the point that I saw this mango drink and I figured, she’d love something like that. That’s what made me try it,” he presses his lips together as you wait patiently for him to finish. “I drank about four before I finally realized that it had—”

“Alcohol in it?” you finish for him. You knew your boyfriend all too well. He’s done this before—sees things that reminds him of you and will fully commit to giving it a go, not ever paying attention to what it’s all about and just takes it for face value. He just loves you so much.

He nods and you really notice his slightly flushed cheeks. “So you’re tipsy and that’s why you feel off?”

“You’re half right.” Before you can try and figure out what he’s talking about, he charges at you, making you yelp in surprise.

He’s quick, climbing into the bed and over you, burying his face in your neck and tickling your skin. The kisses make you laugh so hard that your cheeks start to ache from how hard you’re grinning.

“Xav, what are you doing?!” you exclaimed through a squeal as his hands come up under your shirt to grab at your sides.

“Is this my shirt?” he looks down at the light blue t-shirt from a band he’s never listened to before, breathless after his playful onslaught.

“Duh, you were gone and I missed you.” You brush his bangs out of his pretty eyes.

“I missed you. So much,” he kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Babe, you did not go off to war,” you laugh. “I think the alcohol is making you clingy.”

“Clingy?” he challenges. But he accepts defeat when your hand cups his face and he melts into your touch. “You may be right. Being away from you for more than half a day is not something I’ll do again.” He turns his head to kiss your palm then down your wrist.

After you and Xavier moved in together, being with you, around you, was the only thing that he wanted.

“You’re so dramatic.” You roll your eyes jokingly.

“Maybe.” He licks your skin gently. “But I’m also in love with you. Will you let me show you how much?” He leans back down into your neck to kiss you more, but it’s less playful this time. It’s not playful at all, in fact. It’s hot and wanting.

You trace his back muscles, feeling them shift and move against your palm as you spread your legs to let him press deeper.

“You’re drunk, Xav.” Your attempt to protest is hindered by a desperate whimper as he starts to kiss down to your collarbone.

“Tipsy,” he corrects. “Loving you will make it go away. You always know how to fix me.”

He pulls back to crash his lips into you and you lick at them, tasting the residue of the drink.

“Mm, you’re good,” you lick him again. “I do like it.”

He smiles lazily, kissing down your body as your back arches. Lifting the shirt, he kisses down your plush stomach, never stopping despite how you writhe so impatiently beneath his wet lips.

He simultaneously pulls your panties down the lower he gets, pulling them off your legs. He tosses them aimlessly in the room, making himself comfortable in front of your pussy. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t make you or him wait any longer as he sucks you into his mouth.

“I love you so much,” he mumbles into your cunt. “Don’t make me have to leave you anymore. I prefer being right here.”

His tongue laps up your sweetness as he takes it and brings what he deems ambrosia to your clit. Your hand fondles your breast through your shirt as he inserts a finger inside you warm walls, groaning at how tightly you squeeze around his digits while taking your bundle of nerves into his mouth. Your thighs squeeze the sides of his head and Xavier uses his other hand to make sure you don’t stop, pressing against the outside of your thigh to keep him locked in his happy place.

“You—Oh, shit.. Xav, your tongue..” You can’t complete your sentence as his nose brushes against your sensitive nerves while he tongue fucks your hole. You’re sweeter than that drink that’s admittedly made him feel needier than usual, sweeter than any century old wine.

Just as you get ready to come, he climbs back up and devours your mouth again. Between your taste and the mango on his tongue, you’re bucking your hips in desperation to feel him in any way you can. His hand comes down to start rubbing your clit in slow circles. He knows how much you like when he rubs you slow. Going too fast makes the pleasure cease too quickly.

“You’re so pretty,” he mewls. “So, so pretty.”

At the same time, you reach into his jeans and past his underwear, wrapping your hand around his length. He’s so hard and sensitive that it takes only a few pumps for him to start whining, breathing deeply into your mouth as he chases his high that’s closer than he’d wish.

He circles your clit in time with how you jerk him off, but when your thumb rubs over his slit, his body abruptly jerks as thick ropes of cum shoot from his cock, staining the fabric and making a mess on your hand. He moans so loudly and you thank the universe for blessing you with such a beautiful and vocal man.

You don’t stop, tugging on his overly sensitive cock until you feel that tightness coil in your stomach.

“Give it to me,” he whispers as he presses his forehead against yours. A few more rubs has you creaming, your clit pulsing beneath the pads of his fingers as your orgasm rocks your body.

“Good girl,” he smiles against your lips as he kisses you slow, feeling the mess of his cum spread as your movements slow.

He removes his hand, cupping your face and rubbing his thumb against your lower lip. You pull your hand from his pants, looking into his still lustful eyes as you lick his cum off your knuckles.

“Oh god,” he shudders. “Yeah, I’m never going out again. Not when I have someone as perfect as you here.”

The corner of your mouth tilts up. “I think that’s a good idea. But we should clean up and get your tipsy ass to bed.”

He laughs deeply this time, his body shaking. It’s so contagions that you can’t help yourself and do the same.

He kisses your nose like you always do to him when he settles, admiring the connection you two share that’s changed his life so wondrously.

“We definitely should, so long as you’re doing it right beside me.”

[bobbedazzled]

a/n: to the anon fiending for xavier in my inbox

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⟢ “going quiet again?”

the city’s lights leak through the curtain. stripes of moonlight illuminating your pathetic figure drowning in the haze. the hand tightened around your throat doesn’t help either, the tender skin underneath riddled with hickey marks. sweat mingles as his heaving chest pins you against the headboard, his head lying lazily on your shoulder.

⟢ “you said you needed this, right? needed me?”

his words huff against your skin as his teeth graze down your back. you struggle to respond with his hand pressed against your neck, pussy throbbing as his hips smack against your ass. the sweat on your neck causes his hand to slide upward with every thrust, his thumb presses against your lips as he maintains his hold on you. your lips part for him, taking and swirling your tongue around his finger. his rhythm slows as he groans, the familiar suction tickles the pad of his thumb. feeling the edges of your mouth before retrieving his hand and grabs the flesh of your hips, stilling you for a moment. you collapse onto the bed once out of his hold, back still arched as you take the time to catch your breath.

relief interrupted by a wet finger pressed against your ass. you miss the time to react, his hold on your hips is unbreakable. you groan as his finger intrudes the untouched part of your body, the stretch of tender flesh sends chills up your spine. he swats your pleading hand away once you grab onto him, your incoherent cries muffled by a mouth full of pillows. he leans over, voice almost low like a growl.

⟢ “what did I say about running away?”

he resumes his rough pace, pounding your sensitive cunt while admiring how tight your ass wraps around his finger. you barely have room to struggle, hesitant to move forward with his thumb hooked inside you.

you bite down on the pillows, hand raking up your hair while the other grabs the edge of the mattress.

⟢ “done fighting me, baby?” he breathes, holding back his smile.

he tilts your ass up until his balls smack against your aching bud. the hairs on your body stand, the direct stimulation tightening the knot in your stomach. you do your best to endure despite being completely overwhelmed. it’s enough to take you there.

you breathe through your body’s shivers and cries, surrendering to the sensations. suddenly, he slips out of you after feeling your body tense around him, leaving you empty before flipping you over. his gaze is heavy as he towers over you, eyes batting between your swollen lips and watery eyes.

⟢ “all that talk over the phone.”

you melt into him as he leans down to kiss you, lips gathered in between his. moans mingle in the air as a gentle hand rides up your thigh, pressing your knee against your shoulder. your foreheads press together as he breaks away from the kiss, muttering softly against your lips.

⟢ “you think I’m anywhere near being done with you? don’t come yet.”

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[mwphisto]

I’m not sensitive!

Pairings include: Xavier x Reader | Rafayel x Reader | Zayne x Reader | Sylus x Reader | Caleb x Reader

Warning, this post includes: breast play, nipple play, breast kissing, nipple kissing / licking / and biting

A/N: as a girlie that was convinced her boobs we’re not sensitive, I present you this lmao. Of course, it is totally normal for your breasts to not be sensitive and for you to not be into breast play!!!! I am just writing based on my own experiences, and even then, it can be a 50/50 for me lol. Bigger chest = less sensitivity from what I've heard, but it's different for everyone! Much love!!

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Xavier

A lazy weekend afternoon, comfy clothes, lots of snacks, and some cheesy horror movies playing on Xavier's TV screen. You were more engulfed in each other than anything else, the conversation flowing naturally as you lounged against the armrest of his couch.

"I'm serious, they're not sensitive." Your feet rest on his lap, his long fingers gently stroking up and down the skin of your calf. "I highly doubt it." Xavier countered with ease, blue eyes sparkling as a smirk curled his lips. "I just think you haven't met the right person."

Some way, somehow, the conversation had turned towards intimacy. What parts of you were sensitive, what parts weren't, the whole nine. Tension had been growing, but neither of you were willing to bite just yet. Even as you fought the urge to squeeze your thighs.

"The right person, huh? You're saying you can prove me wrong?"

You boldly proclaimed your breasts were not sensitive, your nipples not all that appealing to yourself when you had time alone. You didn't really touch them, like ever, even when masturbating.

"I believe I can give it my best shot..." Xavier started, using one finger to trail up towards your knee. "... that way, we can be positive that it's not... user error." He grins, something boyish and full of mischief and dammit you're a goner. "Well, you have my permission, Xavi."

Just like that, he's tugging your legs as he lunges. Crushing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. The hand that had been playing with your ankles and calves now splayed over your exposed thigh. Sneaking under your lounge shorts and reaching up towards your underwear.

His other hand snuck under your hoodie - one you had stolen from him - and didn't stop until he cupped one bare breast. "No bra?" a murmur against your lips, he didn't give you a chance to answer before his tongue was slipping into your mouth.

You arched into his touch, the warmth of his hand against your skin making your lips tremble as you tried to keep up with Xavier's needy kisses. He squeezes, not hard enough to hurt but enough to elicit a gasp, a triumphant smirk already curling his lips.

"See... you needed the right person." Saliva keeps you connected as he pulls away, blue irises nearly devoured by his dilated pupils. "The right person with the best touch..." His thumb and pointer finger find your nipple, squeezing it a few times experimentally.

A gasp flees you, body jerking away from the shock of pleasure that zapped up your spine. You'd tried this before, when you had been so convinced that playing with a woman's chest was a key part of her arousal, and you had been so disappointed when nothing really... happened.

Now, Xavier was doing all the things you had tried and quickly given up on, and he was getting the reactions you craved. "Xavier h-how... oh!" You're panting as he rolls the bud between his fingers, adding more stimulation by sucking along your jaw. "You just needed the right person to prove you wrong." it's muffled against your skin, a sigh of annoyance leaving him a second later.

"Take this off." All at once, he leaves you. Just long enough to yank the hoodie up and over your head.

“Let’s try this…” Xavier wasted no time, not bothering to tease you by lingering his kisses. The cool air of his apartment caused your nipples to harden, and Xavier was quick to pull one of the buds into his awaiting mouth.

Your head fell back, hands shooting to grab his head as a feeble cry of his name fled your lips. Heat pooled deep in your belly, leaking slowly and ruining your underwear. You didn’t think it was possible for your breasts to feel this way, never mind for it to cause such a reaction to the rest of you.

“X-Xavier, fuck me, please.”

“Someone’s eager.” He lets go of your nipple with a slick pop, a cocky grin now sneaking up his lips. “I’ve barely got to have my fun, you need to be patient Ms. I’m not sensitive.” You want to punch him and kiss him all at once.

Rafayel

A study of anatomy, sketching various bodies in various shapes, colors, and sizes. You couldn't even pinpoint how or when the conversation switched to personal weak spots, but... "What about your chest? Most people list their chest as a sensitive spot."

"Not me." You pout a bit, hands coming up to cup your chest before meeting Rafayel's eyes. "Maybe I'm just broken."

Your chest had never been all that sensitive from what you could tell. You'd tried a handful of times to make it feel as good as it looks, books, movies, and even porn videos put so much focus on stimulating a woman's breast that you assumed it had to feel good.

And when it fell flat? You had concluded your breasts were simply less sensitive than others. "You're certainly not broken." Rafayel sets his sketchpad down, pushing up from his seat on the floor to stalk towards where you had been lounging on his bed.

"Your body is way more responsive to someone else's touch opposed to your own." You feel your eyebrows raise, glancing between where he towered above you and where his hand was heading. "Can I show you? Or perhaps, prove my theory?" Your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip, nodding a little to fast for your liking.

Rafayel sits himself down on the edge of his bed, a hand sliding over the thin material of your tank top. "You get too lost in your own head, of course, you won't be able to focus on how good it can feel." And your breathing stutters as his hand gingerly cups your right breast.

"Just relax, I've got you." As Rafayel speaks, he gently kneads the pliant flesh, silently noting that your nipples harden under his touch. "I-I just see these girls that can't go braless because their nipples are so sensitive and it just doesn't ma-oh!" Rafayel cuts you off by using his pointer and middle finger to squish the prominent bud.

"Ah-ah, what did I say about relaxing? Just enjoy..." Heat is starting to seep into your cheeks, your hand coming up instinctively to clutch Rafayel's wrist as he toys with your breast.

"They're so pretty, can I lift this up?" he's using his free hand to tug at the elastic material of your tank top, smirking when you nod your approval. "Atta girl, let me see these beauties...shit." His cheeks are turning pink, pupils dilating wide as he uses his other hand to cup your neglected left breast. "Fuck, they're so perfect."

You want to open your mouth and retaliate, but you think they are far from perfect. But you swallow it, knowing better than to dare contradict him when it comes to statements about your beauty. "And so responsive, see what happens when you listen to me?"

He seals the deal with a pinch, tugging both of your perked nipples between his thumb and pointer fingers before leaning down to kiss your sternum. "So damn beautiful." Another kiss, one closer to your right breast. "And so not broken, don't ever say that again."

This time, the kiss lands on your nipple, and you're mewling, cheeks burning hot as you clutch his wrist just a little tighter. Rafayel doesn't pull away this time, instead he removes his hand completely so he can suck the now-sensitive bud between his lips.

You're not sure how long he stays on you like that, but you know your panties are drenched and your nipple is swollen by the time Rafayel finally eases up. "Can I?" he swallows, chest heaving as he looks at your chest. He needs to mark them first and then sketch them.

"Can I fuck these after I show you how sensitive they can be?"

Zayne

You loved watching him type his reports, finding his meticulous typing to be both adorable and hot. Maybe it was just because you were so deeply in love with him, but dammit you could watch Zayne work all day. So, when he dragged over a human anatomy chart while typing on a patient file, you felt the need to pop the question.

"Zayne?" You sounded hesitant uttering it, so naturally, Zayne's attention was immediately focused on you. "Is something wrong?" Immediately, you wanted to swallow your words. "I-Uh, no, but I just kinda... had a question." You feel like you're going to die.

"Go on." He relaxed a bit, a telling sign that he could see your anxiety and wanted you to feel comfortable. "Ah, well." You look away, swallowing the lump in your throat before trying again. "I was just wondering if it was normal for... for breasts to not be sensitive."

The surgeon's eyebrow twitches upwards at that, and now you really want to melt into the chair you had been lounging in.

"Well, medically speaking, yes. It depends on the person. Sometimes chest size factors into sensitivity; sometimes it really doesn't. But, overall, it's pretty normal and fairly common...why?" Concluding his answer, Zayne seemed to really process what you were asking.

You felt a tad relieved upon hearing that it wasn't a one-in-a-million chance that you deemed your chest to be lacking sensitivity. "Oh, well, my breasts aren't all that sensitive, I kind of worried it wasn't normal, you know?" Zayne nodded, ears turning a shade of red. "Many forms of media have set unrealistic expectations."

"Tell me about it. I really felt self-conscious." You were ready to resume your lounging, but Zayne was still eyeing you.

"Would you like me to perform an exam?"

You swallow, eyes widening in surprise, but your head is moving faster. A nod escapes you before you can stop it, clearing your throat, you add, "That would be great, actually. I'd appreciate it."

Somehow, you're shirtless and braless on Zayne's exam table. The cool air of his office makes your nipples pebble. "They look perfect." He states it plainly, leaving no room for debate, even as your cheeks begin to burn. With skilled hands, the surgeon cups both of your bare breasts in his hands, kneading and squeezing meticulously.

The sensation sends a shrill of arousal straight to your tummy, and you find yourself gripping the edge of the exam table. "It's also quite common for your brain to pick a side. If you squeeze your own breast, your brain may focus more on what your hand is feeling rather than your chest." He squeezes them both to send the point home.

"And..." Zayne's head lowers, a gentle kiss placed on the top of each breast before he squeezes your nipples. "... different forms of stimulation can really shake things up."

In the blink of an eye, your back is against the cool leather of his exam table. The same table is now creaking as Zayne climbs up on it with you. "Z-zayne, what are you-" But his mouth descends on your breasts again, and suddenly all words die on your tongue.

His nose drags along your skin, inhaling your scent before suckling on one of your nipples. His hand comes up to toy with your other breast, determined to not let it go neglected during his exam.

"Some women find breast stimulation to be more effective when..." he swallows, angling himself so his free hand can slide down your stomach and towards the waistband of your pants. "...vaginal stimulation is provided at the same time."

Sylus

"Your chest is pretty sensitive, huh, Sy?" Your fingers dance lazily across his pecs, watching his expression for any signs. Sure enough, his brows pinch together briefly before relaxing again. "I guess you could say that." A gentle murmur, one that is full of exhaustion despite his eyes scanning over the pages of a book.

You were both supposed to be sleeping, but some days this was the only time you two could really spend time together. Snuggled into the crook of his arm, you found your brain wandering.

"Why are you asking, anyway?" his finger marks the spot he left off on, carmine eyes sliding to look down at where you peered up at him. "I just wish my chest was as sensitive as yours." You said it almost dreamily, as if you didn't realize what that statement did to him.

"Your breasts aren't sensitive?" Sylus countered, the book in his hand being tossed onto the nightstand so he could focus everything on you. "No, not really. I've tried but... nothing really works. I don't get how girls get so worked up when their breasts are touched."

He seemed to think it over for a moment, a small smirk curling his lips. "Do you care if I try something before you come to such a conclusion?" He turns towards you, his free hand resting on your shoulder and pushing you to your back. “You know what? Sure, go ahead. I doubt the outcome will change what I said.”

A little bit of defiance, sure. But Sylus caught the hint of sadness too. Now, he was even more determined.

"Don't be so quick..." His hand cups your breast through the silk of your nightgown, eliciting a small gasp. "...to doubt me, kitten." He's warm, hands that are honed to kill are now gentle as they massage your breast tenderly. "Just relax, let me take care of you."

Your lips are wobbling as he tugs the silky material down, letting both of your breasts spill out for his viewing pleasure. "If it doesn't work, if this doesn't feel good..." he pushed upwards, hovering above you slightly so he could lower his head and begin kissing your chest. "...I'll make it up to you in a way I know you love."

He tugs a nipple into his mouth, and you're arching off the mattress, the sudden sensation making your eyes water. The idea of not being sensitive has simply given Sylus the green light to be rougher.

"Sylus!" Your fingers curl into his hair, tugging as he bites down on the pebbled bud. His tongue lathers your nipple a moment later, soothing any pain from his bite. He lets go a second later, saliva connecting him to your breast even with the new distance.

"Let me..." he's tugging at your nightgown again, instead of your neckline, he's shoving the bottom hem up towards your stomach. "...fuck you while I do this. Nothing but the best, right?" Fuck, your head was spinning, legs parting as you welcomed his offer.

"I'll make you feel so good, promise." Sylus' lips are back on your breasts, kneading and sucking as he fishes his cock out with his free hand. "Sylus, I need you, now." dammit, maybe he was right. Your mind was going fuzzy from the attention he was giving you.

"I know, and you have me. Just..." he's nudging your entrance, sending you into a spiral as he bites down on your nipple and pushes himself inside. A shrill cry leaves your lips, hands gripping his biceps in a feeble attempt to remain grounded.

"Stick with me, Kitten. We've got a long night ahead, I need to be thorough with my research."

Caleb

You were lying on Caleb's bed, phone held high as you scrolled mindlessly. Caleb lies beside you, reading through some pilot magazine you had picked up at the convenience store earlier. A video on your feed has your mind going, chewing on on your inner cheek as you ponder your question out loud.

"I wonder what it's like to have a sensitive chest?"

"You uh... You asking me that, pip?" Caleb was caught off guard, one eyebrow twitching upwards as he turned his head just enough to look at you. Realizing your mistake, you can't help but laugh out of embarrassment. "More so talking to myself."

"Your chest isn't... sensitive?" Caleb jumps right to the point, suddenly more intrigued with your answer now that the initial surprise has worn off. "No, not really. I mean, I've tried like everything and it just doesn't... do all that much."

"Like doesn't feel good at all? Or just not what you expected?" The magazine is long forgotten, Caleb is rolling onto his side to really study you. "I guess... not as good as I hoped? I just feel like they're not as sensitive as they could be." You attempt to shrug it off, but Caleb doesn't seem to want to let it go.

"Can I... give it a shot, pip?" And suddenly it all clicked into place. You click your phone off, tossing it to the side and sighing. "By all means, Caleb. Have your fun." Like a dog who just got praised, Caleb is quick to get to work. Not bothering with touching you over your shirt. In one motion, he has tugged the clothing up and over your bare chest.

"Let's see..." calloused fingers are running up your stomach, his eyes focused on the way your nipples harden due to the exposed air. "...it's not odd for breasts to lack sensitivity." Even as he speaks, goosebumps erupt over your skin. "But sometimes, you just need the right touch to prove you wrong."

Gingerly, your right breast is cupped in his warm embrace, earning a sharp inhale as you flicker between his hand and face. "And hands aren't always what is needed." His head is descending on your chest before you can process it, a shrill cry of his name leaving your lips as he nips at the fat of your chest.

"Different sensations invoke different responses." A lick to soothe the bruise he had made. His tongue is wet and warm as it trails up to your nipple. "Some prefer ice..." a lick "...some prefer heat or wax" a kiss directly on top of the pebbling bud. "Others like tickling." His nose nuzzles it before pulling back. "And others like pain."

Caleb's teeth sink into your nipple, and your back arches off the mattress. "It's all up to you, whatever you deem best." You're seeing stars, a whimper leaving your lips as you guide his hand over to your neglected breast. "Just make me feel good, please."

"At your service, pip."

[manikas-whims]

Xavier: Inflorescence Imprints 💐

highlights

MC and Xavier playing peek-a-boo? Hide and Seek?

..then he draws you to the hammock bed

it's giving wife that dies at the beginning of the movie 😆

*rawr*

..and he’s mad about something..sulky babie 😚

So..Bunbun has to suffer the punches 😂😭

more playful moments as he draws you into his arms 😩

I LOVE PLAYFUL XAVIER SM..this is the first time we're not “reading” about playful XavMC but actually seeing it in a kindled 🥹🤌

ok.. game's over and he just..

..has to GET ON TOP

the kiss 😩🤌 this is so King and Queen MC of Philos on a honeymoon date

And the way he pulls you into his lap as he deepens the kiss 😩

the wide shot: a place covered in flowers..just like Uluru— our little planet 🥺

[calebpups]

PAIRINGS. . . xavier x lumiere x fem!reader

CW. . . smut, threesome, rough sex, jealous!xavier, oral sex m! receiving

your back arched against xavier’s chest, your thighs shaking from how deep lumiere was pushing into you—slow, relentless strokes that left you whining with every thrust. you were sandwiched between them, xavier’s arms tight around your waist, keeping you still while his lips dragged lazy, heated kisses across your neck, tasting the sweat at your pulse.

lumiere's hands were on your hips, bruising, possessive in a way that made xavier growl low against your ear. jealous, even though he was the one who had said he could "handle sharing." sharing, he said. but now, with you gasping and squirming under lumiere's rhythm, xavier's patience was paper-thin.

"greedy little thing," xavier muttered into your skin, his voice dripping heat, teeth scraping along your jaw. his hand slid up your body, cupping your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple while his other hand drifted down between your thighs to where you were stretched and dripping around lumiere.

he rubbed tight circles on your nub that had you moaning brokenly into the open air, caught between their bodies and losing your mind.

you could feel xavier’s cock pressed hard against your back, twitching with every noise you made, every time lumiere bottomed out inside you with a heavy, deliberate thrust.

lumiere’s eyes stayed locked on you, heavy-lidded and dark, watching every twitch of your mouth, every flutter of your lashes. watching xavier too. knowing exactly how much it was driving him insane.

it was too much. not enough.

you whimpered, nails digging into lumiere's arms, and xavier bit your ear. "you want more?" he asked, voice gravel and silk. "say it."

you could barely breathe, let alone form words, but you nodded, desperate and wrecked.

lumiere smirked, slowing his thrusts to a maddening, shallow grind, while xavier pulled you back against him, shifting you both until you were spread open, straddling lumiere’s thighs. xavier’s hand wrapped around your jaw, tilting your head back to meet his kiss—messy, open-mouthed, all tongue and teeth and desperate need.

and then he changed positions.

you barely registered it before he was guiding you forward, hands spreading your ass, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance while lumiere’s hands stroked up your sides, steadying you.

you gasped into lumiere’s chest as xavier pushed inside from behind—slow, deep, so full you thought you might split apart.

two cocks, two bodies, pressing you from every side, stretching you out so perfectly you could barely think.

lumiere cupped your face, thumbing your lips open, guiding you down to take him into your mouth. his cock was flushed and leaking, and you moaned around him as you sucked, messy and desperate, while xavier fucked into you from behind—hard, deep strokes that had your whole body jolting forward.

the noises were obscene—wet, needy, beautiful. your moans were muffled by lumiere, his hips barely flexing as you took him deeper, while xavier's hands bruised your hips, dragging you back onto him over and over.

you were wrecked between them, pleasure thick and overwhelming, your body slick with sweat and spit and need.

xavier fucked you like he had something to prove, like he could fuck out every trace of lumiere inside you, his teeth gritted, low curses falling from his lips.

lumiere just watched, lazy and amused and utterly indulgent, petting your hair while you gagged and drooled around his cock, his thumb brushing your cheek like he adored seeing you so undone.

xavier's thrusts grew rougher, angrier, pulling you back against him with brutal force, making you sob around lumiere’s cock, body jerking with every thrust.

you felt yourself breaking apart at the seams, the pressure unbearable, perfect, a firestorm about to consume you whole.

and in the center of it all they ruined you, together.

masterlist ⋆˚꩜ send me a kofi !

[loveanddeepyearning]

Thinking about high sex with Xavier

18+ MDNI, Use of weed

Slender fingers caress your thighs, sapphire irises rimmed in red drink up your own, hazy with affection and desire. An arm hooks around your waist, pulling your back flush against his solid chest as he slides deeper inside your heavenly warmth. Soft lips nip and caress your neck, your head so lost in the clouds, you can’t help the way your eyelids flutter shut, soft moans escaping your parted mouth. 

“So beautiful,” Breathy praises turn to broken groans, Xavier’s hips hitting harder, deeper, with each thrust. “And all mine.”

Yes, you are his, butterflies erupt in your tummy, loving your possessive boyfriend’s need to claim you. Greedy palms slide down the length of your body, gripping your hips as he fucks up into your tight pussy. Oh yes, his tip repeatedly strokes that spot you can never reach, and you involuntarily squeeze around him. 

“Fuck. You take me so well, angel.” Another thrust, followed by a gasp of your name. “So damn tight.” 

God, the way he growls in your ear, fingers squeezing your hips just right, has you rocking back against him, whimpering at just how good he takes you.Through a cockdrunk haze, you recognize a familiar crackle as Xavier takes a hit of a pen, deeply inhaling the vapor. Those steady fingers find your jaw again, holding you in place as his lips roughly meet your own, breathing the cloud into your mouth. As you inhale, you sink further into the heady haze, cunt spazming as you reach your release. Oh, the way he bites your lip as he pulls back, releasing your face to press the pads of his fingers to your aching clit, increases the already heightened pleasure.  

Hips working through your release, you feel the pound of his heart and the hitch of his breath before his cum paints your walls and he slows his pace to savor the moment. 

Running his fingers through your damp hair, he collapses with you in his arms, far too spent to even pull out as you drift into a deep slumber.

[meinii]

“lads boys with a clingy partner”

hi bunnies sorry for not posting🥹 happy easter to all the ones who celebrate!

content: fluff, mentions of nightmares

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Sylus

the morning air in onychinus is cold, but not cold enough to keep you from crawling onto Sylus’ lap while he’s trying to go through files. he sits on the velvet couch, his black blazer draped over his shoulders, one hand holding a holopad and the other gripping a steaming mug. you’re practically glued to him, arms around his waist, cheek against his chest

he exhales sharply, but it’s not annoyance—it’s more like the sound of someone trying very hard not to indulge you too fast

“i can’t feel my legs,” he mutters, not even looking down “you’ve been clinging to me for the past forty minutes”

“you love it,” you murmur into his shirt, fingers playing with the fabric “i’m your favorite parasite”

he finally looks down, crimson eyes glinting in amusement “if i had a favorite parasite, you’d be it, yes”

his hand moves from the mug to your back, fingers tracing lazy circles against your spine. he doesn’t push you away. of course he doesn’t. Sylus complains, but he never actually means it. you’ve figured that out by now

“you could’ve kicked me off,” you tease

“i could’ve,” he says dryly “but i’m indulging your clinginess. it’s charming. pathetic, but charming”

you pout up at him “mean.”

“accurate.”

but he softens, just a little, when you don’t move. when your breathing evens out against him, and your fingers curl slightly like you’re afraid he’ll disappear if you let go

his voice drops to a murmur “what’s gotten into you?”

“nothing,” you say “just wanna stay close”

he hums “you’ve been like this all week”

you don’t respond right away. instead, you tug his blazer tighter around the both of you and nuzzle in

after a beat, Sylus speaks again, quieter this time

“did you have another nightmare?”

you hesitate, then nod

he sets the holopad aside with a sigh and cups your face, guiding your head up until you meet his gaze

“you need to tell me these things,” he says “i can’t drag them out of you while you cling to me like an octopus”

“i’m not an octopus”

“you’re worse. you’re cute. and you know i can’t say no when you’re like this”

you blink up at him “so you do like it.”

he narrows his eyes “i didn’t say that.”

you smirk “you implied it.”

he kisses you before you can get cocky. just once, light and brief, but enough to silence your teasing

“you can cling to me all you want,” he murmurs, his voice low “just don’t keep things from me”

“i wasn’t trying to hide it,” you say softly “just didn’t wanna make you worry”

he lets out a soft chuckle, barely audible “i worry when you don’t cling to me”

you blink “you do?”

“mmh” he leans back, tugging you closer, settling you against him like you’re meant to be there “you’re always holding onto me like you’re afraid i’ll vanish. if you stop… i’ll know something’s wrong”

you bite your lip, warmth blooming in your chest

“besides,” he adds, lips brushing your hair, “i’ve grown fond of being your emotional support villain”

you snort “you’re more like an emotional support dragon”

“same thing”

you shift slightly, enough to peek up at him through your lashes “so you won’t get tired of me being clingy?”

he smirks, brushing your hair back “not unless you start following me into the shower”

“i’ve done that before”

“and i had to bribe you out with chocolate”

you grin, smug “you bought my favorite kind”

he rolls his eyes “you’re impossible.”

but then he presses a long, quiet kiss to your temple, and when you melt into him again, he doesn’t complain. doesn’t even pretend to

because the truth is—Sylus likes it. likes you. every stubborn, clingy, affectionate part

and if holding you close is the price for your peace of mind, he’ll let you stay right there for as long as you need

Zayne

Zayne doesn’t look up right away when you wrap your arms around him from behind. he’s seated at his desk, posture perfect, pen gliding across a patient chart with that same practiced precision. his hair falls slightly over his glasses, and the gentle ticking of his desk clock fills the silence of the office

you rest your cheek between his shoulder blades, eyes closed, arms locked snugly around his torso like you might float away if you let go

“you know this is the third time you’ve interrupted me in the last hour,” he says, not turning around “you’ve brought me tea, asked if i liked the scent of your shampoo, and now… this.”

you hum softly “you didn’t answer about the shampoo”

“lavender,” he mutters “i took note the second you walked in”

a small smile curves your lips. he did notice

Zayne sets the pen down at last and exhales, head tilting slightly toward you “i take it you’re feeling clingy again”

“is that a problem?”

he doesn’t respond right away. instead, he reaches for your hand and gently tugs you around to his side. you let him guide you, limbs loose and obedient as he pulls you onto his lap. one of his arms wraps around your waist, the other settles over your hand where it rests on his chest

“if it were a problem,” he says softly “i wouldn’t be holding you right now”

you sigh contentedly and tuck your face into his neck “i missed you”

“i saw you this morning”

“still missed you”

Zayne’s lips curve into the faintest smile “you’ve been unusually attached lately”

you shift slightly “do you want me to stop?”

he’s quiet for a second, then murmurs

“no. not really.”

you lift your head, surprised “really?”

he sighs again, but this time it’s the fond kind—the tired, helpless kind that only comes out when he’s too in love to argue “i’ve been waking up with your arm draped across my chest every night for the past week. i can’t reach for my alarm without peeling you off me. and somehow, i don’t mind”

you look at him with wide eyes “so you like it?”

“i didn’t say that” he adjusts his glasses with one hand “but if you stopped, i’d probably assume you were hiding something”

you frown slightly “i’m not hiding anything”

“then why the sudden surge in affection?”

you hesitate, then quietly say “you’ve been working more hours lately. i just… i don’t want to feel like i’m losing time with you”

his expression softens instantly

“i’m sorry,” he says “i should’ve noticed sooner”

you shake your head “i get it. your patients need you”

“and so do you.”

Zayne leans forward and presses his forehead to yours. his eyes, usually sharp and unreadable, are soft now. tired, yes—but open in a way only you ever get to see

“tell me when you feel like this,” he says gently “don’t just cling. i can handle honesty better than surprise cuddles in the middle of surgery prep”

you laugh under your breath “you did scold me that time”

“because you nearly knocked over an IV stand”

you nuzzle closer “worth it”

he shakes his head but doesn’t push you away. instead, he shifts the chair slightly, pulling a blanket from the side cabinet and draping it over both of you

“i have three more files to go through,” he says “but if you promise not to fall asleep and drool on my tie again, you can stay right here.”

you blink “again?!”

“you think i keep spare ties in my desk for fashion?”

you grin “you secretly love it.”

“i am a man of science,” Zayne replies, deadpan “i don’t love being drooled on”

but he kisses your cheek anyway. warm. soft. and when you rest your head against his chest again, his arms tighten just a little

he lets you stay for the rest of the evening, finishing his files one by one while you curl in his lap like a content cat. and every so often, he pauses—just to run his fingers through your hair, or to press a kiss to your temple, like he needs the reminder too

Caleb

Caleb’s halfway through refueling his aircraft when he hears rapid footsteps behind him—light, familiar ones that don’t belong to any mechanic on the tarmac. he doesn’t need to turn around to know it’s you

“don’t say anything,” you huff, wrapping your arms tight around his waist from behind “just… stand there”

he chuckles under his breath, lowering the nozzle and tilting his head back slightly “that bad of a day, huh?”

“no,” you mumble against his back “i just missed you”

he grins, lips twitching at the corners as he sets the nozzle down and lets his hands rest over yours “you saw me this morning”

“doesn’t count. you left before i was awake”

“technically, i kissed your forehead before i left,” he says, voice playful “that counts for something”

you hug him tighter “i want a do-over”

Caleb turns slowly in your arms, the scent of jet fuel clinging faintly to his jacket. his eyes, that soft violet hue you’ve always loved, lock on yours with warmth and just a hint of mischief

“you’re clingy today” he says with a knowing smile

“is that a problem?”

he leans in a little, brows raised “have i ever said no to you clinging?”

you look up at him, teasing “you get smug about it”

“because i like it,” he says, pulling you in without hesitation “i like that you want to be close. that you run straight to me when you’re feeling needy”

you bury your face in his jacket “i’m not needy”

“you literally followed me to the plane, mid-shift, and clung to me like a baby koala”

you pout “are you calling me a koala now?”

he laughs and lifts you slightly off the ground in a warm, secure hug, spinning you in a slow circle despite the busy hangar

“a very cute koala,” he murmurs “with a death grip”

you hum contentedly, resting your chin on his shoulder “i just didn’t feel like being alone today”

he immediately softens at that, arms wrapping tighter around you

“you never have to be.”

“but you’re always working”

“so are you,” he says, brushing your hair back gently “and yet, here you are, glued to me in the middle of a military-grade launch pad. not exactly subtle”

“you love it”

“of course i do”

his voice lowers a little, quieter against the sound of nearby aircraft and voices

“i think about you all the time when i’m flying,” he confesses “when i hit turbulence, when the sky goes quiet, when the alarms go off in my headset… you’re the one i think of. and then when i land, i hope you’re here”

you blink, caught off guard by how soft he’s being “you do?”

he nods, gaze never leaving yours “every time”

you smile into his chest “then maybe i should start hiding in your cockpit”

he snorts “you’d get arrested”

“you’d bail me out”

“yeah,” he says without hesitation “i would.”

you stay there for a while, wrapped in him, ignoring the curious glances of nearby engineers. Caleb doesn’t care. he never does. even when his superiors are around, even when he’s supposed to be the strict Colonel on duty—when it comes to you, his arms are always open

“how long until you take off?” you ask, voice small

“forty minutes”

you tug on his jacket sleeve “stay with me ‘til then?”

he doesn’t even hesitate “you got it.”

he guides you over to the edge of the hangar, where the sun hits the floor in golden beams. you sit together, shoulder to shoulder, legs stretched out, your head resting against his. the world keeps moving—pilots shouting, aircraft humming—but in that little moment, everything feels still

Caleb intertwines your fingers with his

“you can be clingy all you want,” he murmurs “i signed up for that the moment i fell in love with you”

you squeeze his hand “what if i’m clingy forever?”

he grins “then i guess you’re stuck with me forever too.”

Rafayel

Rafayel’s house is bathed in warm light, the windows cracked open just enough to let in the city breeze. classical music plays softly from hidden speakers, the scent of white tea and citrus lingering in the air. he’s lounging on his favorite cream-colored couch, wearing a silk robe loosely tied over a half-buttoned shirt, swirling a glass of wine in one hand while reading something on his holo-tablet

and you? you’re practically draped over him like a second robe

“you’re heavy,” he drawls, though there’s absolutely zero heat in his voice “are you attempting to fuse with me?”

you bury your face into his chest “maybe”

he sighs—dramatically, as always—and sets his tablet aside “is this how it’s going to be now? i can’t even sip my wine without being used as a human mattress?”

you peek up at him, pouting “don’t act like you don’t love it”

he raises a perfectly shaped brow, eyes flicking down to where your legs are tangled with his

“i love many things. vintage wines, rare artifacts, silk pillows… and, unfortunately for me, you”

you grin, not the least bit offended “so i can stay here?”

he exhales, then tilts your chin up with one finger “i would sooner burn this apartment to the ground than move you”

you blink “…romantic”

“i try”

you stay quiet for a moment, tracing absent shapes on his chest through his shirt. he watches you for a beat, then softly asks “what’s this about, dove?”

you glance away “i just missed you.”

he hums “you saw me two hours ago.”

“i still missed you.”

his hand finds your hair, long fingers combing through it gently “you’ve been a bit… clingier than usual”

you wince “too much?”

he snorts “please. if i didn’t enjoy it, do you think you’d still be breathing right now?”

you laugh, muffled against him

he brushes a kiss to the top of your head “i’m not complaining, darling. i’m simply curious. your usual clinginess is adorable—this level borders on concerning”

you don’t answer right away, just sink further into his embrace like the answer’s hidden somewhere in his heartbeat

he softens, all teasing gone from his voice “talk to me”

“i had a dream,” you finally say “that you left”

he frowns “left how?”

“just… disappeared. no note, no goodbye. i woke up and you weren’t there, and it felt so real”

Rafayel is silent for a moment. then, he slides his glass onto the side table and pulls you into his lap properly, wrapping his arms around you with rare, unguarded tenderness

“i’m not going anywhere,” he says “you’d have to banish me yourself. even then, i’d find my way back”

“what if you got bored of me?”

he scoffs “impossible. you’re chaos in a pretty package. and you cling to me like ivy. how could i ever get bored?”

“some people don’t like clingy”

“those people have no taste”

you laugh again, and Rafayel leans in to kiss the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then your forehead. his lips linger there, his breath warm and steady

“do you know how many people want my attention?” he murmurs “and how few actually have it?”

you nod slowly “a lot. and almost none.”

he smiles “exactly. you’re not just the exception. you’re the rule-breaker. you cling, and i let you. you pout, and i cave. you crawl into my lap during my very important wine therapy session, and instead of throwing you off—I hold you tighter”

you blink “…that might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said”

“don’t get used to it”

“too late”

he chuckles and lets his head fall back against the couch, arms still snug around you. you curl up there, completely content, as the music shifts to something slower, more intimate

“stay here tonight,” he says softly “cling all you want. hell, cling in your sleep. drool on my robe. claim me like a pillow. i’ll allow it.”

“you’re spoiling me”

“no,” he says, kissing your temple again “i’m keeping you.”

Xavier

Xavier’s apartment is dim and quiet, lit mostly by the flicker of neon lights outside the window. the soft hum of rain hits the glass, steady and calming. he’s stretched out on the couch in an oversized hoodie, one arm draped behind his head, the other flipping lazily through a book he’s already read twice. every few pages, his eyes flick down to the weight pressed against his side

you.

curled up against him like a second blanket, arms wrapped around his torso, cheek smushed into his chest. you haven’t said much, just let out a satisfied sigh every now and then like you’re recharging on physical contact alone

“you’ve been stuck to me all night” he murmurs, voice quiet but amused

“i know,” you mumble “i’m comfy”

he glances down at you “clingy today, huh?”

“a little.”

he closes the book with one hand and sets it aside “you were clingy this morning. and this afternoon. and when i tried to go take a shower”

you lift your head slightly “you still went”

“yeah. with you sitting on the sink counter like some judgmental little gremlin watching my every move”

“someone had to make sure you didn’t slip”

he huffs a laugh, but it’s warm. he reaches over and brushes your hair out of your face with the tips of his fingers, his touch careful—almost hesitant, like he still can’t believe you let him do this. like he still feels lucky every time

“you gonna tell me what’s going on?” he asks softly

you blink “what do you mean?”

“this level of clinginess usually has a reason. not that i mind,” he adds quickly “just… you’re usually a little more subtle”

you hesitate, then bury your face back into his hoodie. it smells like clean laundry and something distinctly him—cold metal, warm skin, and comfort

“i just missed you” you say into the fabric

“you saw me yesterday.”

“i know. i still missed you.”

Xavier is quiet for a moment. you can feel the way his chest rises and falls under your cheek, steady and calm

“okay” he says

you blink “okay?”

“yeah” his arm wraps around you, pulling you a little closer “if you missed me, then this is where you belong.”

you tilt your head up to look at him “you’re really letting me get away with this?”

he smirks “getting away with it implies i’d ever stop you”

“you’ve definitely tried before”

“yeah, and every time you look at me like i just kicked a puppy”

“you hate it when i do that”

“obviously,” he mutters “you weaponize your pretty face”

“you love my face”

he rolls his eyes, but there’s a soft flush on his cheeks “unfortunately.”

you smile and cuddle back into him. the rain continues tapping against the window, and the sound of his heartbeat fills your ears, steady and grounding. he runs his fingers gently up and down your spine, over the fabric of your hoodie, the rhythm almost hypnotic

“you can be clingy whenever you want,” he murmurs “just give me a heads-up if you plan to fuse with my ribcage”

you snort “no promises”

“figured”

you both go quiet again for a while. he shifts a little to reach for the remote, flipping the TV on low—just soft background noise, some slow documentary you’re not really watching. the screen casts a gentle glow over both of you, and his thumb traces little circles on your arm

“you know,” he says after a moment “i used to think i needed a lot of space”

“you still do”

“yeah. but… i don’t mind when it’s you taking it”

your heart stutters “you mean that?”

“i wouldn’t say it if i didn’t” he pauses “you make it easier. being around you doesn’t feel like noise. it feels like… quiet. the kind of quiet i don’t want to end”

you stay silent, overwhelmed for a second. then you shift up just enough to press a kiss to his jaw. his skin is warm, and you feel him freeze, then relax under the touch

“i love you, Xavier”

he doesn’t say it back right away—but you’ve learned not to expect it from him every time. not because he doesn’t feel it, but because he shows it more than he says it. and right now, he’s holding you like the world could fall apart and he wouldn’t notice as long as you were still in his arms

“…i know,” he murmurs eventually “and i love you, too. now stop moving. you’re warm”

you smile, eyes closing “fine. i’ll stay. forever.”

“good,” he whispers “i was hoping you would.”

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what happens when you wake him from a nap

him punishing you for calling him lumiere again (you know how he feels about it :[ )

his hands

xavier is hungry

he just likes playing with you

after you get back from work

he loooves how it feels rubbing against you and teasing you

after you teased him at the photobooth

his seed spilling out of you

you still can't take all of him

getting off on your bed when you're on a week long mission (he misses you so much that he sends you the video hoping you'll come home faster)

he loves the way you feel in his hands

he is a boobs guy though...

how you wake him up