#Xavier drabble

[xavistarlight]

Laundry bunny ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

Xavier x fem!reader + baby Daisy 🌼

CW : literally the fluffiest little fic ever , a couple suggestive jokes near the end overall just super cutesy

Summary : it’s the first day of preschool but baby Daisy is nowhere to be found ?

“ princess!” Xavier softly but concerningly yells down the hall.

Xavier quickly turns the corner heading to the bathroom where he knows you are getting ready for the day, sword in hand.

“ my star something has happened to our girl, she’s not in her bed, she’s not in your plushie collection… she’s not even trying to get into the hot pot packets. none of her usual spots what if something bad has happened “

While Xavier may have a calm and cool demeanor one thing he doesn’t play about is his girls , you like to joke around and call him a certified girl dad . Which he usually gives you a nod with a glint in his eyes taking it as the highest form of compliments.

Knowing Xavier usually has a knack for sniffing out trouble especially concerning his family you get a little worried but it’s best to stay calm for now you’re not sensing any wanderers near by.

“ let’s do another lap around the house and check she has to be here somewhere “

And that’s how you ended up here …

Both you and Xavier chuckling to each other while also letting out a sigh of relief.

The mini laundry basket tucked in the corner of daisys room flipped with clothes falling out onto the ground and a little blue eyed girl the exact twin of Xavier fast asleep next to it .

“ she must’ve been looking for her bunny dress to wear to school today “ Xavier replies you look over at him and he’s looking at Daisy like she had hung the stars.

“ that’s our independent girl” you hug Xavier

Before Reaching down to plant a kiss to the crown of your head he says “ she gets it from you my starlight “

Mini epilogue

“ Xavier exactly how many times did you do this when you were little…” you and Xavier had stopped by your favorite cafe after dropping Daisy off at pre school.

“ well actually one time they caught me asleep in the swords bin , you know I started swordsmanship young so I would train but I fell asleep when no one was there in the swords bin! It was even around the same age as daisy is now!” he chucked.

“ why didn’t you tell me this before i signed up to have your sleepy offspring ?!?!?”

“ your the one that kept yelling “ Xavier inside , Xavier inside, need all of you inside me “ he joked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Hope you guys enjoyed this little family fic! Im absolutely in love with this family and plan to write more for them 🤍

[koenigami]

tags : fem!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, nightmares wc : 860 synopsis : when your worst fear seems to come true, your light is always by your side to chase the darkness away

A world where Xavier did not exist. Where the clouds kept passing by, where the sun rose and set, the moon and stars disappeared and reappeared each night, where strangers as well as your friends lived their lives as if he had never set a single foot on this planet. 

Although it was all nothing but a mere nightmare, a foolish imagination that your mind decided to torture you with; your racing heart plagued by an unimaginable ache, and the tears which wouldn’t cease to gather in your eyes were proof enough that your dream had affected you significantly. 

After a long back and forth in your head about whether it would be smart to seek him out right now, at no less than four o’clock in the morning, with a deep void inside you and a heavy heart, you left your bed. 

You could still clearly hear your own frantic heartbeat as you passed through the dark quiet hallway, your body almost moving on autopilot as it guided you to his apartment door. You just wanted to check on him for a brief moment, make sure that he was doing alright, that he was still there.

But now as you stood in the hallway, your palm flat on his door after having knocked and rang his bell several times, it was still so quiet and so dark. A twisted thought passed your mind, and for a moment you wondered if your dream had turned into reality. 

No, this couldn’t be. He had to be here. Somewhere. 

Your phone. A text or call could solve your misery, yet as you looked down your body and took in the sight of missing pockets on your pajamas, you realised that you must have stormed out of your apartment without your phone. The lack of your keys was a problem for future you. Too many thoughts were occupying your head at once, robbing you of a clear mind, and well functioning senses. 

Because when a cold hand suddenly settled on your hip, you jolted with a gasp, letting yourself fall back against the door. 

“Y/n? Damn it, I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that. Are you-”

Soft blue eyes scanned your appearance, from head to toe. By the way he was dressed, and with his sword secured to his hip, it was obvious that he had spent another night in Linkon’s darkest nooks and corners, hunting down Wanderers. 

“Are you okay? What are you doing here? It’s late.” 

A crease formed between his brows. The more he looked at you, the more alerted he got. From your bare feet, to the pale complexion of your face, and your puffy eyes- You looked like a mess. 

As soon as the soft exhale of his name escaped your raw bitten lips, your voice filled with so much relief, you had already taken a step towards him. You got what you wanted. He was right in front of you, safe and sound, yet it didn’t feel like enough. You needed more but-

“Love, you’re starting to worry me. What happened?” A single touch of his. The soft and cautious brush of his knuckles along your cheek bones. That was all it took for everything to come crashing down on you. The fear of never seeing him again, never feeling his warmth again, not being able to ever embrace him again or card your fingers through his soft hair.

Yes, the dream had not been real but your fear still very much was. 

“Where’ve you been? When I woke up, I-I tried to call you but you…” Your voice broke and so did Xavier’s heart when one teardrop after another trailed down your cheeks. Desperately, as if trying to keep some of your dignity, you wanted to wipe them away. Although deep down you couldn’t care less since you were just so relieved to see him right now.

Eventually, Xavier was able to put two and two together. After whatever must have upset you, you had probably tried to seek him out for comfort. Obviously in vain, since he had been out and about, his phone long since turned off due to the lack of battery life.

His hand reached for yours and before you could comprehend it, you were wrapped up in his embrace. 

“Oh, love. Come here.”

He hushed you and swayed your bodies from side to side. His voice was so, so quiet and gentle but the pain in it was almost palpable. The way he sounded nearly as vulnerable as you because he couldn’t physically bear to see you in such a torment. You were thankful for the silence surrounding you both, as otherwise you probably wouldn’t be able to even hear him speak with such a softness in his voice. “I’m here. I’m here, my starlight.” 

“Please, don’t go where I can’t find you. Don’t leave-” 

“I won’t.” As if wanting to accentuate his words, his hold on you tightened as he spoke with determination. He was not sure whether he could keep that promise, yet it was what his heart screamed now, and what it had been screaming for the past years. “Never.”

[snow-flkes]

Star gazing w/ Xavier.

pairing: Xavier x reader.

word count: 383.

warnings: none, sfw.

notes: hi guys! im back with another drabble. i posted a pool on x/twitter and xavier won! not proofread so if there's any mistake ill fix it later. reminding again that english is not my first language, pls be nice 🩷 that's all! enjoy!! ✨️

“The sky looks so beautiful tonight.” You said while looking up, the moon was full and the sky full of shining stars. Suddenly a sharp light passed across the sky. “Oh, Xavier, look. A shooting star!” 

But Xavier had his eyes fixed somewhere else, you, he was looking at you. To him you were the most beautiful star tonight, he loved the soft glow of the moonlight on your skin, the way your eyes sparkled more than the brightest star in the galaxy. “Xavier?” You called him as you realized he had spaced out. 

You could see the soft red color creeping on his cheeks and ears, clearly flustered for being caught staring. “Did you see it?” You asked again.

“See what?” Xavier was looking away trying to hide his face. 

“The shooting star. You should make a wish too!” You said excited while grabbing his hands and shaking them.

“You made a wish?” Xavier offered you a soft smile. “I don't know. I already have what I want most, what else could I wish for?”

“You already have? There's nothing else you want?” You were a bit shocked by his answer.

“I already have you, I don't want anything else.” Xavier pulled you closer by your waist with one hand while the other he rested on your cheek. 

You were caught off guard by his sudden confession. He also didn't give you much time to think about it as he leaned closer to kiss you. His lips were soft, you could still taste the tea he drank a bit earlier on his tongue. Xavier guided the kiss, kissing you slowly and gently giving you a few small kisses before pulling away. 

“Look, another shooting star.” Xavier pointed up. You quickly turned around to see it, another flash of light crossing the sky. “There's still one wish I have now that I think about it.” Xavier whispered against the top of your head as he wrapped his arms around you pulling until your back was flush against his chest. You silently waited for him to continue. “I wish for us to never be apart, stay together forever,” his voice was low and soft. “Even if anything happens, I will always find you. No matter how long it takes, or what I have to do, you're the only light I'll ever seek.”

[excusemyobsessions]

Rewrite the stars

Prince!Xavier x Acrobat!reader

Word count: 315 words Drabble, Scenario, Gender Neutral

No one asked for this but I was watching Zendaya and Zach Efron and this happened

That you wanted him was not a secret you tried to hide.

But you couldn't have Xavier. 

You were bound to break in your hands like the rope at the corner of the stage that needed to be replaced. You were like that rope; you could and should be replaced.

If you could rewrite the stars and turn over the cards you'd make sure that the Heavens and the Earth knew that Xavier was yours, that you were meant to be, never to part. But you could not. No one could.

And yet as you took the momentum to bring down the hoop to be at eye level with Xavier, you just wanted to be in his arms. Xavier stood there very straight, with his hands behind his back, illuminated by the few stage lights that were still burning bright. The white silk of his clothes almost shone, spotless, pristine.

When he lifted his hand to tenderly run his digits across your cheek, all you could feel was his soft skin against yours. That soft skin was so unlike your own; your palms and fingers calloused from your art, bound by a layer of bandages.

Xavier didn't belong in your world. And you didn't belong in his world either.

"Come fly with me," you told him.

And he didn't hesitate one second. You would never know what you'd done to have this man trust you so blindly.

As he wrapped his arms around your waist, you wished you could indeed just fly away.

"Hold on tight," you asked of him.

Xavier tightened his grip around you and your whole being fervently wished he'd never let go.

You tugged on the rope and let the hoop carry you both above the ground, to hang weightless, embrace each other away from the pull of gravity. Away from everything keeping you apart.

How did you rewrite the stars?

[anime-in-new-albion]

Cool It ~ Xavier

Summary: The two of you are making brownies together.

Pairing: Xavier X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 827

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Xavier asked from the doorway to the kitchen as you grabbed the necessary utensils for your task ahead.

“The instructions are on the box. All I have to do is follow those. How hard can this be?” You explained as you read through said instructions on said box. 

“For you it must be very difficult.”

You glared at him as he chuckled at you. “Fine, be that way. No brownies for you then.”

At that, he began to pout and you were pretty sure he was using his Evol to make his eyes sparkle like that. “You’re so mean to me. I thought you loved me!”

A chuckle slipped past your lips as you shook your head. “Nope, sorry. I’m in love with Jeremiah now so he’s getting all of the brownies I make.”

Xavier made a noise that sounded like a cross between a gasp and a shriek. Pointing an accusatory finger at you, he accusingly said, “Now that’s a low blow! How could you do this to me? And with my good friend!”

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. “Quit your whining and come help me already.”

“Fine.”

Your boyfriend got you the ingredients and the rest of the utensils you needed while you made the brownie batter. You caught him trying to throw flour at you more than once, but you would simply remind him that if he did, he’d be cleaning up by himself. He would make a comment that you weren't being very fun and you would stick your tongue out in response. After pouring the batter into a pan and placing it into the oven, you handed him one of the beaters. 

Xavier tilted his head to the side as he looked at it. “Doesn’t this have egg in it? You know that causes salmonella. Are you trying to poison me?"

"I am not trying to poison you."

"Are you sure? I mean, first you cheat on me with my dear friend and now you’re trying to kill me. It seems to me like you don't love me anymore.”

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics. “I’ve done this all my life and have never gotten sick. You’ll be fine. So cool it, drama king.”

He huffed before cautiously taking the beater from you. “Well if I get food poisoning from this, you have to take responsibility and take care of me.”

“Fine. Now eat before you spill all over the place.” You teased as you ate the batter on your own beater.

While the two of you ate and waited for the brownies to bake, you both talked and joked around. It was moments like this that you wish would last forever. Considering both of your positions, you both were kept busy more often than not. You honestly were missing spending time with Xavier like this. So having brief moments in time that allowed the both of you to slow down and enjoy being in each other’s company was the best.

Before too long, the timer beeped and the brownies were done. You carefully took them out of the oven before cutting them into twelve squares. Xavier glanced over your shoulder before reaching for one. You smacked his hand out of the way, reminding him they just came out of an oven.

"But they look so good! And they smell so good too!" He whined, his pout tugging at his lips once more.

"No! You're going to burn yourself." You're about to protest more when the doorbell rings. You glance between the front door and your boyfriend before pointing at him. "Don't touch them. I'll be right back."

Opening the door, Jeremiah smiles at you and says hello. "I smell brownies.

You giggle before nodding. “You’re right, I made brownies. Would you like one?"

He nods. "Sure, if you don't mind."

You shake your head. "Not at all. They just came out of the oven, so they're still going to be warm. Let me get the ice cream and whip cream before I serve you."

Jeremiah follows you into the kitchen, where he greets Xavier. You make a plate for each of you with a brownie, a scoop of ice cream, and a dollop of whipped cream on top. Xavier got the forks and passed everything around.

“Hopefully they taste as good as they smell.” Jeremiah commented with a little chuckle.

“Of course they will! I made them!” You proudly announced.

Xavier poked you with his fork. “Hey! WE made them.”

“I made the batter!”

“I gave you the stuff to make the batter.”

“Fine whatever.” You sighed before shoving a bite of brownie in your mouth and instantly regretting it. You tried to quickly swallow before taking a huge sip of milk. Xavier couldn’t stop laughing as you fanned your tongue hoping to cool the second degree burns you got on your tongue.

“They just came out of the oven, dummy. Just cool it.”

[mephisto-reporting]

Wearing This Dress Was a Mistake…or Was It?

Premise: You decide to prank him by making him think that you'd be wearing that risque, revealing outfit when you are about to head out... only to find out that pranks have consequences. Pairing: Reader x Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb (Seperate) Note: Reader and the men are in a relationship. This is suggestive. Please do not interact if you are a minor. If you wanted to be added to my taglist, please DM, ask or comment :D Content warning: Suggestive. MNDI.

CALEB

Caleb was lounging on your couch like he owned the place, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, the other holding a can of soda that he swirled absentmindedly. He had taken a few days off, escaping from his duties as Colonel to come back to Linkon. And now, here he was, making himself right at home in your apartment like he had never left. The sight was almost domestic, but you knew better—there was nothing ordinary about Caleb. Not anymore.

He was on leave, a rare moment where he could shed the weight of his uniform and just be Caleb. It was a refreshing change to see him like this—less guarded, more relaxed—but something about it sparked mischief in you. You'd always had a playful, mischievous relationship with Caleb when you were younger. Pranks, jabs, teasing—it had all been part of the dynamic. And now that he was back, you couldn't help but feel a familiar tug to push his buttons just a little.

You'd planned this prank for a while. Slipping into the most scandalous, revealing outfit you could find in your closet, one that certainly wasn’t something you'd wear out in public. You had no intention of actually leaving—just giving Caleb the briefest hint that you were about to, and seeing how he’d react.

You walked into the living room, draped in the most inappropriate outfit you could manage. A fitted dress that barely covered your thighs, a deep V that left little to the imagination, and a loose, barely-there wrap that hung carelessly from your shoulders. Your intention was to get under Caleb’s skin, to push him just a little—just enough to remind him that the old pranks hadn’t gone anywhere.

When Caleb glanced up, his relaxed demeanor faltered for just a second, his sharp gaze lingering on you. There was a flicker of something darker in his eyes, something predatory. But he said nothing at first, just observing you with a cold silence that sent a chill down your spine. Your pulse quickened slightly under his intense gaze, but you pushed down the thrill crawling up your spine. This was just a joke.

You took a deep breath, feigning innocence. "I'm heading out to meet some friends," you announced, grabbing your purse.

The shift was instantaneous.

The lazy, relaxed Caleb from moments ago was gone. His can hit the coffee table with a soft thud, his entire frame tensing as he straightened up. His gaze darkened, trailing over your figure with slow, possessive deliberation.

"You're wearing that?" His voice was low, almost casual—but you could hear the undercurrent of something dangerous lurking beneath it.

You swallowed but kept up the act. "Yeah. Why?" You tilted your head, feigning confusion. "It looks good, doesn't it?"

"You’re not going anywhere dressed like that." he muttered, the words falling from his lips in a near-growl.

You smirked, crossing your arms over your chest. "What, you think I can’t pull it off?"

He stood in one smooth motion, and before you could react, he was standing in front of you, his hand gripping your wrist with a surprising amount of force. His fingers were warm, rough, as if he were trying to ground himself with the touch.

"If you're so insistent on showing this side of you to others," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, "then it’s only fair that I get to see more of it, isn't it?"

Before you could protest, he hoisted you effortlessly onto his shoulder, your legs dangling in the air as he carried you toward your room like a caveman claiming his prize.

"Caleb!" You gasped, half-laughing, half-embarrassed by the sheer force of his actions. But Caleb wasn't listening. His grip was firm, his footsteps purposeful as he crossed the room.

He threw open your bedroom door, his eyes locking with yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "You think you can strut around like this for anyone else?" His voice was dangerously calm, but the heat in his gaze betrayed the undercurrent of rage—jealousy, possessiveness—swirling just beneath the surface.

You opened your mouth to say something, but he silenced you with a heated kiss, his lips claiming yours in a way that left no room for argument. His lips were urgent, demanding, but still with an edge of care as if he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone seeing you in that outfit.

"Do you want me to show you what that outfit can do to any individual with a working braincell?" Caleb murmured against your lips, his breath shallow as he gently pushed you onto the bed. He towered over you, his body a wall of heat and strength, completely commanding your attention.

You couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly, still shaken by the intensity of the moment. "It was just a prank, Caleb. I didn’t mean—"

His fingers traced the line of your jaw with surprising gentleness before his eyes darkened. "No," he whispered. "You didn’t mean to tease me like this, but now that you have, you’re not going anywhere. Not until I’ve had my fill of you. I don’t like the idea of anyone else looking at you like this.”

You opened your mouth to explain, to tell you weren’t actually heading out like this, but before you could say a word, he was on you, his lips crashing against yours with a possessiveness that left you breathless. His hands roamed down your body, tracing the curve of your waist, gripping you tightly as if he were afraid someone might take you from him.

You could feel his breath on your neck, hot and heavy, as he pulled away just enough to whisper, “You’re mine, understand?” His words were both possessive and adoring, a dangerous combination you knew too well.

And as your neighbors found out soon after, the only sounds that filled the air that evening were far less friendly than the teasing words you’d exchanged earlier.

RAFAYEL

Rafayel was early. Again.

Technically, he was supposed to be on time tonight—after all, it was his gallery event. But you knew better. You had predicted, with painful accuracy, that he'd find some way to ding-dong ditch his own damn celebration. Which was exactly why he was here at your apartment an hour before you needed to leave.

"I'm only here because Thomas would physically drag me if I didn't show up at all," he muttered from the other side of the door of your bedroom. "Consider this me being a responsible artist. All of you should be grateful."

You hummed, feigning disinterest as you checked your reflection in the mirror. "Oh, I am grateful, Rafayel."

"Good, as you shou—"

He cut himself off entirely as you stepped out from your bedroom.

You had planned this prank the moment you'd heard he was coming early. Because if Rafayel wanted to ditch the gallery, you'd at least make sure he suffered before he got his way. So, instead of slipping into something elegant and refined for an art exhibition, you had opted for something else entirely. It wasn’t even an outfit you would wear outside—it barely covered anything at all, and the material clung to your body in all the wrong places. A sheer, tight-fitting slip with lace accents, enough to leave little to the imagination. The fabric wasn’t completely transparent, but it did the job well enough to make every inch of your skin noticeable. Every inch of skin exposed was deliberate. Calculated. A direct attack on Rafayel's composure.

And oh, it worked.

His entire body stiffened, the lazy smirk on his lips frozen mid-form. His next grape missed his mouth completely, bouncing pathetically off his chin and rolling onto the floor. But he didn't even notice.

For a long, silent moment, all Rafayel did was stare.

Then, dramatically, he clutched his chest. "No."

You blinked. "No?"

"I can't take you anywhere like this," he lamented, waving frantically at all the exposed skin. "You—You will steal the show! The gallery will forget my masterpieces the moment you walk through the door!" Rafayel’s eyes flickered to the door, then back to you, his expression a mix of shock and something darker. “You’re kidding. You want me to take you to the gallery dressed like… this? Everyone will be staring, and I can’t have that.”

He turned his back to you with a huff, clearly flustered. He spun around to face you again, his eyes narrowing, and a flicker of possessiveness flashed across his face. “This is too much. I’m not taking you out like this.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying you’re embarrassed to be seen with me?”

His expression faltered, and for a split second, you saw a vulnerability in his eyes. But it was quickly replaced by his usual dramatic demeanor. “Embarrassed? No!! I just don’t want everyone gawking at my—especially when I’m the one who’s supposed to admire you tonight. How am I supposed to take you out like this? All eyes will be on you, and I don’t know if I’m prepared for that level of attention. How am I supposed to look at this…”

"Is that such a bad thing?" You teased, twirling a loose strand of hair around your finger.

"Yes!" Rafayel practically whined. He circled you like a predator, eyes flickering with a hunger he hadn’t quite named yet. "Some art should be displayed for the world, sure," he murmured, voice turning dangerously low. "But some art? This should be kept private. Mine."

You bit your lip, barely suppressing a laugh. "Raf, it's just a prank. I'm not actually going like this."

He stilled. Then, very slowly, he grinned.

"Oh?" he purred, stepping closer until there was barely any space left between you. His fingers skimmed the edge of your exposed thigh, tracing your skin before gripping it lightly. "Then you should go change, hmm?"

You moved to step back, but Rafayel caught your wrist. His grip was loose, teasing, but there was no mistaking the heat behind it.

"Ah, wait," he murmured, feigning deep thought. "Actually… No. That would take too long."

You frowned. "What—?"

"We're already late," he sighed, tone laced with mock regret. "And if we're already late, then it doesn’t really matter, does it?"

Before you could say anything else, Rafayel scooped you up in one swift motion, his hands firmly gripping you. “Forget the gallery,” he said, his voice practically a growl. “You’re not leaving this apartment until I’ve taken my time enjoying this… work of art.”

“Rafayel, wait!” You tried to protest, but he was already striding toward your bedroom, his grip firm around you.

“You don’t deserve to wear something this distracting for anyone else,” he muttered, his voice laced with a possessive hunger. “I’ll be the only one to appreciate it properly.”

Before you could even respond, his lips were on yours, demanding and heated, the rest of the world completely irrelevant. You could barely keep up with the intensity of his kiss as he stripped away the fabric, each motion more urgent than the last.

As the sound of Thomas’ calls rang through both your phones, going straight to voicemail, Rafayel didn’t spare it a second thought. The gallery? It was already a lost cause. Tonight, he had you—and he was taking his sweet time with it.

SYLUS

As Sylus prepared for his mission, a sense of anticipation hung thick in the air. He was packing his gear with the meticulous attention of a man who thrived on the chaos he created, readying himself for whatever dangerous task lay ahead. This lifestyle was no stranger to him —the dangerous, dark heart of his empire. But you couldn’t shake the worry that gnawed at you every time he walked out the door. Dangerous, illegal missions were a regular part of his life, and while you knew he could handle himself, the thought of him in harm’s way left you restless.

But you weren’t about to voice that concern—not when he took so much pleasure in riling you up with his teasing. Tonight, you had decided to give him a taste of his own medicine—payback, as you saw it. After all, his teasing and his ability to keep you on edge with his deep voice, knowing smirks, fleeting touches, and that intense gaze deserved a little retaliation. This time, you were going to make him work for it.

Fair was fair.

You stepped into the study, heels clicking against the floor, the sharp sound enough to draw his attention. His red eyes flickered up from his preparations, widening just slightly before narrowing with intrigue. You had dressed specifically to get a reaction—a short, black mesh dress that left little to the imagination, the sheer material teasing glimpses of lace underneath. The plunging neckline dipped scandalously low, while the cutouts along your waist accentuated every tempting curve.

Sylus let out a low, appreciative hum as he leaned back against the wall, taking his time raking his gaze over you.

“And where exactly do you think you’re going dressed like that, sweetie?” His smirk was lazy, but the sharp glint in his crimson stare was anything but.

You let your eyes linger on his figure for a moment, before casually offering, "Actually, I’m heading back to Linkon for a night out—clubbing with some friends." Your heels clicked softly against the floor as you took a few steps closer, and you could see his pupils dilate briefly, his reaction evident, though he masked it quickly with another smirk.

"Well, well," he drawled, his eyes still locked on your attire. "Funny, I’ve never gotten the pleasure of seeing you in such bold outfits before."

You shrugged nonchalantly, your lips curling into a playful smile. "I dress for the occasion."

A small chuckle escaped him, the sound rich and dark. "Interesting, these 'occasions' never seem to happen when I'm around." His eyes trailed over you once more, the intensity of his gaze making your pulse quicken.

He walked slowly, closing the distance between you in a few slow, measured strides. When he reached you, his fingers brushed against the exposed skin of your thigh, the touch featherlight, deliberate.

“I suppose I should consider myself unfortunate, then,” he murmured, trailing his hand higher. “But I’ll be damned, sweetie, you do look ravishing.”

You hummed, feeling the heat of his touch ghosting over your skin. "Maybe ypu were just not paying enough attention before."

His laugh was low, dark, full of amusement. "Oh, kitten," he purred, his hands drifting lower, tracing the dip of your waist before pulling you just a little closer. "Trust me, I pay attention. Especially when it comes to you."

Your breath hitched as his palm splayed possessively over your hip, his fingers teasing the hem of your barely-there dress. “Not worried about all the attention I’ll get?” you teased, meeting his gaze.

He let out a soft chuckle, the sound almost like a growl. "Sweetie, I know you can handle yourself if things go wrong." he said, his hands suddenly roaming over your skin, slow and deliberate, almost as if he were marking his territory. His touch was magnetic, entrancing. His fingers traced your jawline, grazing over the curve of your neck, and you felt the weight of his presence pull you in, closer to him with each movement.

He smirked, as if he could sense the effect he was having on you. "Go ahead. Have fun tonight," he murmured, pulling out his black card from his wallet and offering it to you. "Just don't have too much fun without me." His breath ghosted over your lips, hot and tantalizing, and you could feel his eyes trailing lower

You saw it then—the flicker of something dark and hungry in his stare, a silent challenge laced with possession. It made you want to push just a little further.

“What if I do?”

The moment the words left your lips, you barely had time to react before Sylus’s hands were on you. A startled gasp escaped you as he lifted you effortlessly, locking your legs around his waist. The back of your dress rode up, and his fingers pressed into your thighs, holding you firmly in place as his mouth found yours. The kiss was deep, slow, devastating. He wasn’t just kissing you—he was claiming you, drawing you in until the thought of leaving, of doing anything other than this, felt ridiculous. “Then I guess I’ll have to make sure you’re more entertained...” he murmured against your ear, his voice dripping with possessiveness, as if you were already his in every sense.

Without another word, he carried you through the mansion, his lips never leaving yours as his pace quickened. He didn’t even give you a chance to respond, his hold on you firm, commanding, as though the very idea of you going out tonight was laughable. His smirk never faltered, his confidence radiating in waves.

“You think I’d let that happen?” he said in a husky whisper against your lips, his voice thick with amusement. As he kicked open the door to his bedroom, he laid you down on the bed with a grin that sent a shiver down your spine. “Guess neither of us is going anywhere tonight…”

You tried to speak between stolen breaths, to tell him it was a prank, but he only smirked against your mouth, cutting you off with another slow, intoxicating kiss.His weight pressed you down onto the bed, his hands sliding over every inch of exposed skin. “It’s a good thing you weren’t actually going out,” he mused, voice dripping with amusement. “Because I plan to keep you here… All. Night. Long.”

A thrill ran through you as you realized just how easily he'd flipped the situation in his favor. And you weren't sure if you could—if you wanted to—fight it.

XAVIER

You had been scheming for a while, setting the perfect trap to prank Xavier, and today was the day you were finally going to execute your plan. You’d texted him earlier, asking him to swing by your apartment to pick up the meals you had prepared for him. You knew full well Xavier could barely cook an egg without burning it, so he was always appreciative when you made him something special. You always made quite a batch of food whenever he came over to pick it up so he could store them in his freezer.

He had a spare key to your apartment in case of emergencies, but today, you were going to make sure he’d get more than just food when he came over. He’d always been so calm and collected in most situations that it was infuriating at times. You had tried to get a reaction out of him before but had always failed. But today, it would be different. Today, you knew you would get him to falter. You’d been thinking of a little prank to get a rise out of him—and you knew exactly what would get under his skin.

When you heard the door click open, you made sure to pick up your purse slowly, letting Xavier get a good look at the outfit you’d chosen: A tight, revealing midnight blue dress that clung to your curves like a second skin, the plunging neckline barely covering what was necessary and the high slit on the side showing just enough leg to drive anyone wild. The fabric was soft, almost like a second layer of skin, and you knew it would make his blood run hot.

Xavier’s footfalls slowed, and the air seemed to thicken with tension as he entered the room, his eyes immediately darkening the moment they landed on you. His usually calm expression shifted, but only slightly, and his voice, low and even, carried an edge. “You have plans?” His tone was casual, but you could tell it didn’t match the storm brewing in his gaze.

“Oh, yeah, I’m heading out with some colleagues,” you answered nonchalantly, knowing full well that would get him riled up. In your mind, this was all part of the prank. You were expecting a laugh, a joke, maybe even a playful remark.

His eyes narrowed, the calm veneer slipping away. “Wrong answer.”

You tilted your head slightly, looking at him with feigned confusion. “Huh?”

“I said, wrong answer. You are not going out to meet them… in that?” He spoke slowly.

“Why not? What’s wrong with the dress? I think it makes me look nice.” You looked at your dress pretending that you didn’t know what was wrong with it. “Plus, I already made plans with them…”

He didn’t hesitate, slamming the door behind him with a soft thud. His hand rested on the doorframe as he leaned in, towering over you. “Your plan,” he said, voice gruff with unspoken demand, “is with me. Right here. And only I should be the one seeing you in that dress. And outside of it.” he added, his voice dark with possessiveness.

Your heart raced, though you maintained an innocent air. “Xavier, come on... I’m just going out for fun. It’s not a big deal.” You tried to laugh it off, but your breath caught as his hands trailed over your skin, tracing your body with an intention that left no room for interpretation.

 You didn’t have a chance to react before he was right in front of you, his frame crowding you against the door, his hands gripping your hips as he lifted you slightly.

He didn’t respond to your attempt at casualness. Instead, his gaze was fierce, intense, and utterly unyielding. The meals you had prepared was forgotten. The only thing on his mind was you—and the dress you wore, too.

“Why do they get to see you like this when it’s meant for me?” His voice dropped, each word heavier than the last.

Your breath hitched at the intensity in his voice. The heat between you was immediate, pressing, suffocating. Xavier reached up, his fingers gently grazing your neck, then sliding down to your waist, his touch possessive and slow.

You tried to laugh it off again, your playful nature not quite prepared for how serious he had gotten. “It’s just a prank,” you said, offering an innocent smile, hoping to break the tension. “I am not going anywhere…” You giggled, but it came out a little nervous. “I swear… It’s just a prank, Xavier.”

He blinked once,  the twice, confusion flickering in his eyes. His boyish, innocent looked returned, stunned at your words. He seemed to process it for a moment. Then, the intensity of his gaze returned, fiercer than before. He took a step forward, closing the non existent distance between you, and his lips were suddenly on yours—hard, commanding. His lips crushed against yours, his tongue immediately claiming dominance as he growled low in his throat.

Before you could even process what was happening, you were on the couch, his body pressing you into the cushions. His hands roamed, touching you everywhere. as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Prank or not,” he said, his voice hushed but full of intensity, “you’ve got me thinking about you in that dress with them—with anyone else.” His hands moved lower, sliding over the fabric of your dress. “You thought teasing me would be funny, huh? Let’s see how funny it is now.” His tone was equal parts teasing and threatening, a dangerous mix that made your heart race.

You gasped as his hands found your thighs, pulling you against him, his body already pressing into yours. There was no more pretending, no more games. Xavier’s need was undeniable, and you couldn’t escape the heat between you.

His lips met yours again, deeper, more frantic this time, as if making sure you understood just how serious he was about what was happening between you. You didn’t stand a chance against him.

And when the night ended, teasing Xavier definitely wouldn’t be on your list of things to do again... or maybe it would be.

ZAYNE

The dress was daring—too daring, perhaps. The fabric clung to your body, smooth and sultry, dipping dangerously low in the front and riding scandalously high on your thighs. The sheer lace along the sides barely covered enough, teasingly revealing glimpses of skin beneath. It was the kind of dress that would have heads turning, and you knew it.

That was the point.

You had planned this all too perfectly. A new pastry café had just opened downtown, and you’d invited Zayne out for a date. You had been expecting a reaction when he arrived—maybe a subtle quirk of his brow, a small shift in his usual stoic demeanor. Something.

Instead, when you opened the door and greeted him with an innocent smile, his gaze flickered over you, and for a moment, there was nothing but silence.

Then, the door clicked shut behind him.

His expression remained unreadable, but his movements weren’t. The way he took his time removing his gloves, slipping them off with methodical ease before placing them neatly on the nearby counter. The way his fingers traced the hem of his coat, unbuttoning it in a slow, deliberate motion.

“Interesting choice,” he finally said, his voice calm—too calm—as his gaze finally lifted back to meet yours.

You grinned, shifting your weight just slightly to make the dress slide a little higher along your thigh. “Do you like it?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took a step forward, and you felt the weight of his presence settle over you. His fingers brushed your arm, barely there, before trailing down your wrist. The lightest touch. A doctor’s touch—controlled, precise. But beneath it was something else.

Something simmering.

“Tell me.” His voice was still even, his tone almost thoughtful as he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your fingertips. “How far were you planning to go with this little game of yours?”

Your heart stuttered. He knows.

You feigned innocence, tilting your head as if confused. “Game? I was just dressing up for our date.”

“Is that so?” His lips curved, the barest hint of amusement slipping through. “Then I suppose you wouldn’t mind if we went outside right now.”

Your stomach flipped. He wouldn’t.

Would he?

Before you could respond, his other hand moved—so subtle, so swift—and in one seamless motion, he pulled you closer, his fingers splaying over your lower back. Your breath hitched as your bodies pressed together, the warmth of him seeping through the thin material of your dress.

His lips were close now, brushing against your ear. “You forgot,” he murmured, “I know you.”

Your skin burned.

You swallowed, trying to keep your composure. “Okay, fine. It was a prank.”

Zayne chuckled softly. The sound was low, velvety, but it sent a shiver down your spine. “I knew that before coming over.”

His fingers traced slow, idle circles against the small of your back, and suddenly, you were all too aware of how little there was between you. How easy it would be for him to simply pull—just a little—and the dress would slide right off your shoulders.

You blinked. “Wait, you—?”

“Of course I knew.” He leaned in, his breath brushing against your jaw. “You think I don’t know when you’re trying to get a rise out of me?” The heat in his voice made your knees weak.

Your heart pounded against your ribs as his fingers traced a slow path up your spine, dragging along the zipper of your dress.

“I knew the moment you picked up my call earlier and sounded too innocent. The way you sent me a picture of the food but conveniently cropped yourself out.” His fingers pressed, teasing, against the small of your back. “And now? Now you’re here, looking like this and expecting me to just let you waltz out into a crowded café?”

You barely managed a breath before he tilted your chin up with two fingers, his expression unreadable save for the faintest glint of something more. “Cute.” His lips brushed against yours, feather-light. “But you knew better.”

You shivered at the subtle challenge in his voice, the sheer restraint beneath it. “Zayne, we have a reservation—”

“Mm.” He kissed the corner of your mouth, slow and deliberate. “We’ll reschedule.”

“I—”

Whatever you were about to say was swallowed by his kiss. It wasn’t rushed or frantic—it was deliberate. A slow, consuming thing that left no room for escape. His hands were firm but unhurried as he guided you back, step by step, until your back met the nearest surface—the couch, the wall, you didn’t even know anymore.

Zayne finally pulled away, but only just. His breath fanned across your lips, his fingers still resting against your waist. He looked at you then, truly looked at you, his eyes dark with something unspoken.

“You wanted my attention.” His voice was a whisper now, a dangerous kind of quiet. “You have it.” Your protests faded the moment his hands slid lower, gripping your thighs just enough to make your breath hitch. His lips trailed downward, past your jaw, tracing a searing path along your neck before murmuring, “Tell me, was the prank worth it?”

And as his hands began to move, taking their time, exploring, savoring—one thing became very, very clear.

Prank or not, you wouldn’t be leaving for that café tonight.

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[sayangrafayel]

LADS react to you asking them to set you up with someone else

This was a fun request. I might slip some dynamic duo rivalry here.. hmm.. maybe this is the same universe as loft talk. This is pre relationship prank!

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb.

Sylus (Rafayel)

"Hey, Sy. Can you set me up with one of your roommates?" "I don't have roommates." "? What do you mean. You have four roommates. I want the artist!" "No I absolutely do not. What artist?"

Would NEVER let you meet Rafayel, no matter what it takes. Rarely ever bring you back to the loft anymore.

Considered moving out of the loft and everything but stopped once you tell him it's a prank.

Xavier (Jeremiah)

"Xavie, is Jeremiah seeing anyone?" "I don't know a Jerry." "Jeremiah." "I don't know who that is either."

He gets SOOOO jealous (that's why we like him)

Why would you ask him to set you up with someone else. He's right there. He's perfect for you in every way. 🥺🥺🥺 - Xavier, probably

Rafayel (Sylus)

"Can you set me up with one of your friends?" "I don't have friends." "Yes you do! That fruit guy is breathtaking!" "You know what else is breathtaking? If I were to hold his head underwater." "Sorry?" "I said I am also breathtaking!"

He fish. Fish forgor stuff. Roommate? Who? Sylus? Thomas? Who???? What are you talking about?

Becomes extra mean to Sylus the next day and Sylus was so confused as to why is his bestfriend who is not his bestfriend seems to hate him more than usual!?

Zayne (Greyson)

"Dr. Zayne, can you set me up with Greyson?" "Why?" "Because.. I want to?" "His name is Doctor Greyson, and do you really want to..?" "Yes please! Set me up with Dr. Greyson!" "...." "Zayne?" "If that's what you want."

I don't think he's gonna try to stop you nor does he realize you're testing the waters to see how he feels about you, defeatedly gives Greyson your number, but Greyson was so confused because why would he hit up Zayne's girlfriend???

"She's your girl, Zayne." "She is not." "Yes she is, she's just testing to see how you'd react, dummy. Now go and actually ask her out."

Caleb (Gideon)

Before you start pranking him, you prayed for Gideon's safety.

"Caleb, can you set me up with-" "He's gay." "I haven't even said a name!" "Yeah, everybody around me is gay. I'm their ally." "Caleb!!!"

He'd frown and keep telling you why would you need anybody else when you can have HIM. He's the one who knows you the best! He knows how to make you smile! He's 100% your boyfriend material! 😤

[randomfandomworks]

Sylus takes notice one night, as you’re resting against him, of the exact way you position yourself in his hold.

You press your body to one side of his, until you’re basically molded against him. Your heart lays above his, it’s beating harmonizing with his own until they inevitably sync together.

Your head rests slightly on his collarbone, your face lingering just above his neck leaving your nose to occasionally bump it after a deep breath. Breaths which fan across his skin and give him little goosebumps.

Though it isn’t any of this that truely catches his attention.

One of your hands lays gently on his chest.

Sprawled exactly where in a past life a final blow had taken his life.

Your fingers graze where the gash would have been, leaving soft touches instead of dripping blood.

You’re unaware of what had happened ages ago, though subconsciously you apologize. Holding him close now as you couldn’t before. Perhaps it was part of your soul coming to its peace as you laid with him now.

His hand shakes slightly as it comes to trace your own, he turns, placing a kiss to the crown of your head and begins to focus once again on your steady breaths and your heart's rhythmic beat.

Perhaps this will be enough of a resolution to relax his own soul as well, that way his part and yours can come and rest together again as you two do now.

[shouyuus]

─── 恋与深空 APHRODITE MADE ME!!

a mini-series of aphrodisiac-centric fics for our lnds boys bc how else do we celebrate kinktober if not under the influence? here you'll find fics that contain: sex pollen, heat-sex, and not one but two instances of sex-drug induced coitus -- don't say i didn't warn you now!

─── TAG YOU'RE IT .ᐟ.ᐟ

pls comment below if you'd like to be tagged in one or all of these fics! cw and specifics below the cut. pls do have an age indicator on ur blog somewhere if ur asking to be tagged! your my mileage may vary in getting these fics out though, bc the muse is sporadic at best and nonexistent at worse, but i'll eventually have all these written... for sure! also, these summaries/tags might change slightly as i actually start to write the fics to better fit the content, but the broad storkes (ha! get it) won't change :) and without further ado -- here we go!

─── 黎深 ZAYNE

doctor, doctor!

he's not one known for overindulgence, so when he comes home from the hospital one day with flushed cheeks and unfocused eyes, you're understandably wary of his claim that he's just fine. but a few more minutes of probing reveals that he'd signed up to test a developing cure for a new strand of black-market aphrodisiacs on himself — well, you think, you might be just the person to nurse him back to health.

cw: knowing use of sex drugs, needy!zayn, internal creampies, handjobs, oral (fem receiving), face-riding, missionary

─── 祁煜 RAFAYEL

so it's that time of year again, except this year on ebb day, he's acting stranger than ever, begging you to touch him, to stay close — it isn't till he'd panting beneath you that he finally tells you the truth, that a lemurian in love reacts to ebb day differently. how differently? well, you're about to find out.

cw: heat!sex, premature ejaculation, power bottom!raf, switch!reader, cowgirl, oral (male receiving), abo-adjacent dynamics

─── 沈星回 XAVIER

it's not often that you come home to find xavier sprawled out on the bed, moaning your name, fucking his fist to the thought of you, but when you do, you can't help but wonder — what brought this on? turns out a lumiere fangirl handed him a box of chocolates and he didn't think twice about eating them. so, what better punishment is there than to let him look but not touch?

cw: unknowing use of sex drugs, guided masturbation, mutual masturbation, dom!reader, sub!xavier, orgasm denial, footjobs, bit of aftercare

─── 秦彻 SYLUS

when the twins drag sylus back, squawking about how he nearly got shot, you're more than a little worried. but it quickly becomes apparent that what sylus got shot with wasn't just any normal bullet, and it won't be fatal. but, it is going to be a long, long night, and being the caring captive that you are, what to do but to dress his wounds and help him work through whatever it is that he needs working through?

cw: sex pollen, dom!sylus, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, rough sex, doggy style, creampies, backshot, hair-pulling, biting

[mwphisto]

LaDs: You have a Low Libido

~ inspired by anon’s ask! I hope I captured the idea okay! As someone with a typically high libido I tried to think from the perspective of when I’m on my period and not in the mood at all lol

~ all love interests included

Warning, this post contains: mentions of sex, mainly fluff.

Xavier

⭐️He can control himself and his needs, if you’re not in the mood? Then neither is he. Cuddling is more than enough

⭐️Xavier knows that a low libido doesn’t mean no libido, so when you’re actually in the mood for once? He jumps on the opportunity and makes sure you enjoy it too.

⭐️Xavier loves being intimate with you in a variety of ways, and he knows his limits to his own restraint. He’ll always prioritize you and your needs before his own.

“We haven’t had sex in like a month.” You mumble the words sheepishly into his chest, eyes peering up at him as if you were bracing yourself. “Yeah, and that’s perfectly fine.” It’s a sleepy yawn of reassurance, his fingers toying with your hair as you pout. “You’re not… bothered by that? I feel bad…” that gets him, blue eyes zeroing in on where your head presses to his chest. “It doesn’t bother me in the slightest, you have no reason to feel bad. Why would you even feel bad about not being in the mood for sex?” That struck a cord in you, eyes widening slightly as you meekly offer. “Wouldn’t you prefer a partner who’s more in tune with your needs?” You knew for a fact that your boyfriend’s libido was high. “Don’t be ridiculous, there is a lot more to our relationship than sex. Sure when we do have it it’s great, but I don’t need it every day to know I love you.”

Rafayel

🎨Rafayel has a normal libido (save for ebb day) so when he learns your libido is a bit low? No problem!

🎨He loves showing his affection to you through other intimate means — hand holding, cuddling, taking a bath together, painting your portrait, and many more

🎨When you are in the mood, he’s sure to make it special. Candles, petals, nice music, he’ll go the full nine yards to make sure the experience is worth it for you

“Y’know, it means a lot that my low libido doesn’t bother you.” You confess it softly one night as you two share a bath. You’d been lingering on this for a while now, a bit envious of the fact that you didn’t get turned on as frequently as others did. “Course it doesn’t bother me, cutie. Sex is great but you being comfortable and having your needs met his much greater to me.” While you appreciated the sentiment, you wished you could crave your boyfriend on a deeper level. You did, of course, having a low libido didn’t mean you had none at all. You just wished for his sake that it was a little more… frequent? “Don’t you dare think like that.” Had you accidentally said it out loud? “It doesn’t bother me at all, cutie. We don’t need to have sex every day for me to know I love you more than words.”

Zayne

🩺Zayne doesn’t mind it at all, if anything, you having a low libido calms his nerves. Especially at the start of your relationship, he likes to take things slow!

🩺Zayne is a man of patience as well as a man of restraint. He knows when to hold back, if you are not in the mood when he is? It's totally fine, he'd never put that level of expectation on you.

🩺When you are in the mood though? Expect Zayne to be feral -- but within your comfort zone of course.

"Are you sure you're okay with this, Zayne?" You had been scrolling your period tracker, and from what you could see, the last time you had marked the day with a little red heart was… “Three weeks is not that much time, sweetheart. I’m pretty sure we’ve gone two months without seeing each other because of work.” But that answer didn’t really help you for some reason. “I just feel like… I’m failing you.” At that, Zayne’s book snapped shut and his attention fully focused on you. “Don’t you dare equate having a low sex drive to failing me as my partner. I have loved you far before I even knew what sex was. I would love you until my dying breath even if we never had sex once in the decades we have been together.” You didn’t think it was possible to love the man more than you already did.

Sylus

🍷Sylus being the consent king he is, has no issues when you confess to him that your libido is relatively low.

🍷He’s very in tune with his own body for that matter, if he attempts to make a move and you’re not reciprocating in a way that tells him you’re also in the mood? He doesn’t mind at all, he’ll take care of his needs later on.

🍷When you make the first moves signaling that you’re down? Expect this man to ask your consent once, twice, three times before he even touches you. He needs to be positive you're doing this because you want to, not because you feel obligated.

"I love you so much, Sy." The bedroom was quiet, your bodies bare and pressed together underneath silk sheets. Roughly twenty minutes prior you two had gotten out of the shower after having sex. It was the first time in about a month, and you were completely satisfied. "I love you too, kitten. More than anything." Even still, you couldn't help yourself from feeling a bit self conscious. Even after being so thoroughly loved by the man whose heart was thundering under your ear. "Promise me that you're really okay with me not having a wild sex drive..." You could feel him stiffen a little, a quiet huff slipping past his nose. "Kitten, I will say it every day until it is engraved in your head. You having a low sex drive does not stop us from being intimate in other ways. I love you as you are, I'd be upset if you ever changed. So please know that you are nothing less than perfect for me, I would never ask for anything more.”

Caleb

🪐Caleb struggles a little bit at first, his sex drive being relatively high most of the time. He craves you so damn often.

🪐Caleb is able to reign himself in, I mean he did so for how many years? If you don't have a high libido, he can figure out his own means to take care of himself if he is seriously in the mood. He'll never, ever, force you into anything!

🪐When you are in the mood? Caleb goes insane, he'll make sure you have the best time, your pleasure being his absolute focus. He'll genuinely fuck you like it's his last chance ever.

"Y-you know just because my libido is pretty low... doesn't mean we'll never have sex again." You can barely push yourself up, entire body trembling as Caleb pants beside you. "I know, Pips. I just can't help myself sometimes. Makes me go a little insane when you're needy." You feel your cheeks warm, hiding your face in the pillow below you . "I love you for never pushing my boundaries... I just wish I could help you out a little more often." His brows pinch together at that. One glance from the pillow and you see Caleb has rolled over to stare at you. "Pips, my love. You are perfect, an absolute angel sent to earth and I have the honor of loving you. I may be on the higher end of the libido spectrum..." He makes little air quotes and you find yourself cracking a smile. "...But sex is often the last thing on my mind when I get to hold and love you every day. We don't need to have sex every day, every week, hell even every month for me to know that I love you just as deeply as you love me."

[suiana]

boyfriend! xavier who sleeps like a fucking log. wtf do you mean you slept for 24 hours!!! boy wake tf up!!! 😂😂😂 an ideal date with this man is probably just sleeping together in BED. no walking, no eating, just sleep. yeah. preferably together in his bed, with him cuddling you.

boyfriend! zayne who gets stunned when you bring up an apple whenever you have a fight with him. ok, so he's a doctor??? is an apple going to stop him from trying to comfort you??? what do you mean yes??? an apple a day keeps the doctor away???

boyfriend! rafayel who acts like the world is crashing down on him whenever you take more than a minute to reply. you have OTHER things to worry about? what are you talking about? HE should be the only thing you're worrying about 😒 work? filing reports? sure but what about HIM!!!

boyfriend! sylus who lowkey looks like a red flag because of his... job that he calls his fruit business??? boy you are NOT selling fruits sit DOWN. he's a green flag wearing red clothes but that's all that's red to him because he really is the most loving man you'll ever meet ☹️❤️

boyfriend! caleb who actually IS a red flag. yeah sure he might be your childhood friend but can't he be possessive AND your childhood friend? why have one when you can have both🤑😍 bet bro was also the one who gave you the apple to wave at zayne. what? he's just keeping you... safe! yeah, safe from your other childhood friend. totally ☺️

[shaiyasstuff]

glass half full | xavier | drabble

“It was always going to be her, wasn’t it?”

Your voice slipped through the stillness of the apartment, soft but sharp enough to slice through the air between you. It lingered in the hallway like smoke, unshakable.

Xavier stilled.

One foot forward, one hand still holding the edge of the wall. He didn’t turn at first—just stood there, his back to you, silent in a way that felt louder than any answer.

When he finally faced you, his expression was unreadable. Of course it was. He always was.

He parted his lips to speak, but no words came. Just a subtle shift in his jaw—a clench, a twitch. Hesitation.

So you stepped closer. “That’s why you’ve been leaving so often lately,” you said, barely above a whisper.

Another step.

“Why you’re willing to throw yourself into danger without hesitation.”

Another.

“Because you still love her.”

Now, you stood right in front of him. Inches away. Just close enough to feel the way he tensed.

“Then what am I?” you asked.

Your voice was calm, but your eyes betrayed you. You could feel the tears brimming, but you held them back. You wouldn’t let them fall. Not yet.

Xavier didn’t speak. Not even a breath of denial. His gaze didn’t waver, but it didn’t soften either. Still clouds. Still distance.

You pressed again, a whisper cracking at the edge. “Why do you still keep me around, then?”

This time, he flinched.

It was the smallest movement—a flicker in those pale blue eyes.

But you saw it.

You always saw him, even when he tried so hard to be unseen.

You weren’t asking for him to change fate. You knew how cruelly and arbitrarily the universe worked. Knew that some ties were stitched into the soul long before choices ever mattered.

But still. It hurt.

Because you were here. With him.

The one who shared coffee with him at 6 a.m. The one who stitched him up, not from battle wounds, but from the quiet ones no one else saw.

Because you loved him first.

And she didn’t even know.

“…Tell me,” you breathed, and your voice trembled this time.

A final plea slipping through the cracks of you.

His hand lifted halfway, like he meant to reach for you—maybe your cheek, your hand, anything.

But it hung there, suspended in indecision.

Caught between instinct and guilt.

And that—that was what broke you.

Not the silence.

Not the truth.

But the almost.

“I haven’t said anything until now… because I loved you.”

Your voice broke on the last word, cracking like porcelain under too much weight.

It trembled in the quiet, echoing off the walls that had once known softer versions of the two of you.

“I kept hoping,” you whispered, breath catching on a sob, “that maybe… maybe you’d see it.”

Your hand curled into your palm.

“That she doesn’t want you.”

The truth sat heavy in the space between you, too brutal to deny, too cruel to change.

Because she didn’t.

The lady hunter he clung to in silence had already moved on—living out her days in sunlit contentment with your doctor friend, oblivious to the way Xavier watched her like she was a constellation he could never reach.

And you… you had been right here the entire time.

Waiting. Wanting.

Loving him in ways she never would.

His fists clenched at his sides, the knuckles paling as tension rippled through his frame. You had never seen him look smaller, despite the quiet strength he always carried.

“I know,” he said.

Barely audible.

But it landed like thunder.

You stared at him, stunned—not by the confession, but by the ache tucked behind those two simple words. Like he’d been carrying them for a long time. Like they were too heavy to hold, and too late to matter.

You wanted to scream. To ask then why?

Why let you drown in your silence while he chased after a ghost?

But you couldn’t.

Because there was grief in his voice too. Grief that didn’t belong to you.

And maybe that was the cruelest part of all.

He knew.

He chose it anyway.

“I see.”

It came out on a breath, a fragile exhale laced with quiet resignation. A sob followed, muffled as you bit it back, swallowing the rest of your heartbreak.

You stepped past him—slowly, deliberately—shoulder brushing his as you moved toward the door. Your voice barely rose above a whisper.

“I’ll come back for my things.”

That was all you could manage.

No accusations. No pleas.

Just an ending dressed in softness.

But before you reached the door, his hand shot out and caught your wrist.

“Y/N.”

Your name broke in his mouth—softer than you’d ever heard it. Almost reverent. Almost afraid.

You didn’t look back. Not yet.

You couldn’t trust yourself to.

Not when his grip was warm and trembling.

Not when it felt like he meant it, finally.

But meaning it now changed nothing.

His hand was firm around your wrist, but his voice wavered.

Like he was holding on not just to you, but to everything that might vanish the moment you took another step.

You stood there, your back to him, shoulders trembling.

He said your name again—quieter this time. “Y/N… please.”

Please.

The word sounded foreign on his tongue. As if he didn’t know how to ask for things he thought he’d already lost.

“I didn’t mean for it to be like this,” he said, and for once, his tone cracked through the calm. “I didn’t—”

He let go of your wrist like it burned him.

“I kept telling myself… it wasn’t fair to you. That I should pull away. But every time I tried—” His breath hitched. “You made it impossible.”

You turned to him then, tears clinging to your lashes.

His eyes were the color of sorrow, clouded and storm-wrung. “You were always here,” he murmured. “You stayed. Even when I didn’t deserve it.”

You wanted him to say the words. To finally say what he truly felt.

But instead, all he gave you was this—

“I don’t know how to let you go.”

And somehow, that hurt more than if he had.

Because love was never the problem.

Choice was.

“That’s what they all say,” you whispered, voice thin and fraying.

Xavier stood frozen, breath shallow in his chest.

“That you didn’t mean for this to happen. That it just—got out of control.” Your voice began to rise, shaky and sharp. “There’s always a reason. A justification. A story that makes it hurt less—for you.”

The silence between you stretched, brittle and aching.

“She’s my friend, too.”

That part came softer. So soft he almost missed it.

But he didn’t. He heard it.

And it hit him harder than any accusation ever could.

You looked at him then—really looked at him.

Not like someone you loved.

Not like someone you were begging to stay.

You looked at him like someone you were done trying to understand.

“Do you know how stupid that makes me feel?” you asked, voice trembling at the edge of tears. “To be the one to see it? To sit across from both of you and smile like I didn’t feel the air thinning every time you looked at her?”

Xavier’s lips parted, but there was nothing behind them—no defense, no denial.

Just guilt. And grief.

And the realization that maybe the worst thing he ever did… was say nothing at all.

And still, you waited. Not for an apology.

Just for something real.

Something true.

“Say something…”

Your voice cracked—not out of anger, but desperation. A final plea, quiet and trembling, like a hand outstretched in the dark.

Xavier’s gaze flickered, faltered.

His mouth opened—closed—opened again.

But still, nothing came. Just silence.

Just the sound of rain starting to tap against the windows, soft and cruel.

He looked like he was unraveling from the inside out. Like the words were there, tangled somewhere deep in his throat, buried beneath everything he was too late to admit.

“I…” he finally breathed, barely audible. “I thought if I kept my distance, it would go away.”

He laughed, bitterly, at himself. “Not the feeling. Just… the choice. Like if I said nothing, I wasn’t choosing at all.”

His eyes met yours, raw and wrecked.

“But silence is a choice, isn’t it?”

And it was. The worst kind.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t need to.

He saw the answer in your eyes. In the way your shoulders dropped.

In the way hope quietly slipped out of the room, one breath at a time.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” he whispered.

And maybe he didn’t. But he did.

He just didn’t love you enough not to.

“I have to see her,” you choked out between shallow breaths, the sobs rising faster than you could contain them. “Every day… at work.”

Your voice broke entirely then, cracking open like the rest of you. “She looks at me like nothing happened. Like I’m not falling apart every time she says your name.”

You wiped at your face with the back of your hand, but the tears kept falling, hot and relentless. “Do you know how cruel that feels?”

You laughed—a hollow, broken thing. “She doesn’t even know. She doesn’t even know what I’ve lost.”

Xavier took a half-step forward, his hands twitching at his sides like he wanted to hold you, to anchor you—but he didn’t move further.

Didn’t speak.

And that—again—was the problem.

“She gets to have everything,” you whispered. “She gets your loyalty, your heart, your silence… and she doesn’t even know.”

Your hands clenched at your sides, not in anger, but in helplessness.

“I loved you loudly, Xavier. I was here. I chose you. Every day. Every damn day.”

Your voice collapsed into a whisper.

“And you let me stand in the shadow of someone who wasn’t even looking.”

The door slammed behind you, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t.

Rain tore through the sky in torrents, drenching you to the bone as you stumbled down the steps and out into the street.

You couldn’t feel the cold.

Couldn’t hear the storm over the sound of your own sobbing breath.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

Not like this.

Your vision blurred—tears and rain indistinguishable. The world moved too fast, too loud, too bright.

You didn’t see the car. Not until it was too late.

The light turned red.

You stepped off the curb.

A horn blared.

Tires screamed.

“Y/N!”

His voice cut through everything.

You turned your head, just enough to see him.

Xavier, sprinting after you, drenched and terrified, hand reaching out like he could will time to stop.

But it didn’t.

The impact was thunderous. A sickening thud.

Your body hit the hood, then the pavement. Hard.

Time fractured. Sound vanished.

Rain fell. Somewhere, people screamed.

Xavier was already on his knees beside you.

“No, no, no—Y/N, stay with me,” he begged, his hands trembling as they hovered above your face, not knowing where to touch without causing more damage.

Your eyes fluttered, unfocused, lips parting with a breath he didn’t know if you could finish.

“Why did you…” you whispered, voice too faint, too broken.

And Xavier—he broke.

“I’m here,” he said. “I’m here, I’ve got you, just—just keep your eyes on me, please—don’t do this.”

But your blood was on his hands now.

And for the first time, silence wasn’t a choice.

It was all that was left.

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[ixloom819]

The shift in weight of the mattress caused you to stir from your sleep, a small groan escaping as you shifted in place.

A strong hand cupped the back of your head and pulled your forehead to meet a pair of familiar lips. "I'm sorry for disturbing you, my love. Please go back to sleep."

Your eyes tried to open, but the darkness and the sleepiness made it hard to see him. "'S okay. 'M glad y're back," you mumbled.

A soft sigh weaved through your hair, exhaustion evident along with a hint of guilt. "I wish I could've gotten back sooner. Work was keeping me away, and-"

Too tired to properly deal with his troubled feelings, you brought a hand to his chest, silencing him. Then you tapped a familiar pattern on his chest.

Pinky, middle, thumb. I love you.

A quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest, and the hand on your head tapped a response.

Pink, middle, thumb, thumb. I love you too.

You curled up into your lover's arms, and sleep quickly engulfed you again, surrounded by the familiar warmth and scent of the man you loved.

Explanation of the code below, because I'm a nerd

I'm very fond of the A=1, B=2, etc code, and I use it in a lot of weird ways. There's a certain way people count using their fingers (or at least this is the way I learned it):

So I applied the code to those fingers and came up with this:

I mostly use it for spelling out words or "singing" a song using the first letter of the word. It would be hard to translate back, but you can make recognizable patterns like what I described in the fic.

Pinky, middle, thumb -> I Love You

Pinky, middle, thumb, thumb -> I Love You Too

I only wish I could use this code without needing to explain it and sound like a madperson...

[deepspace-scenarios]

[scenario/drabble] Take a bite

LIs react when you have a squabble with them and use "bite me" as a retort. (You give them an opportunity, and they gladly take it) Genre: Fluff, TW: suggestiveness

SYLUS

The argument over which movie to watch dissolves into playful bickering, and Sylus lounges on the couch with that infuriating smirk.

He agreed to watch your pick right after casually commenting on how it is overrated.

"Bite me," you huff, crossing your arms. His crimson eyes darken instantly. 

"Oh, kitten," he murmurs, closing the distance between you languidly. "You shouldn't make that sort of threat."

Before you can react, his teeth graze your neck- just sharp enough to make you gasp. He pulls back slightly, and you feel his tongue dart out to soothe the skin. "Still feeling stubborn?" 

His hand slides up the back of your neck. "Or should I leave more marks to prove my point?" 

A thrilling wave of excitement curls through you, and you can't hide the grin that spreads over your face. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

He exhales, slow and measured, backing you into the corner of the couch. “It can be anything, kitten... But I can see that you want it. So it doesn’t change what I’m going to do,”

You tilt your chin up in a challenge. “Go ahead then, I’d love to see you prove your point,”

“As you wish,” he murmurs, lips touching your pulse point before he sinks his teeth into the soft skin, letting out a low hum when your fingers thread into his silver locks. 

“Someone's enjoying themselves,” he purrs, warm breath fanning over your skin as he nips at the sensitive patch again. 

Then the warmth vanishes, along with his looming presence. He reappears, leaning back against the couch just next to you.

Red-black mist coils around your waist, and you find yourself being seated, facing the TV, on his lap.

“Regardless, we still have to watch the movie,”

You scramble off with a huff, then straddle his lap- facing him this time. “I'm not watching any stupid movie when you are doing all that. Like you said, I was enjoying myself there-”

He smirks, hands finding their way around your waist.

“It's good to see you being honest about it, kitten. I like that.” His lips graze your collarbone, and you let out a shaky breath as he starts creating one out of many red imprints that bloom on your skin.

_____

XAVIER

The groceries on the counter are separated into two neat piles- yours, his. Not that it matters too much, you two are in each other's apartments often enough that snacks are always shared. But the groceries aren't for tonight, since it'll be your weekly night out with Xavier.

You’re debating the best BBQ restaurant in the city, and he is stubbornly saying nothing can compare to wagyu yakiniku when you snap, "Bite me!" 

Xavier blinks, then tilts his head like you’ve presented him with a fascinating riddle. 

"If you insist," he murmurs, and in less than a blink he is lifting your wrist to his mouth. His teeth press gently into your skin, more a caress than a bite. 

When he pulls back slightly, his lips brush the spot. "There," he muses. 

“Xavi!” You laugh, half-heartedly flicking his forehead.

"Done as requested.”

“But Xavi,” you argue, unaware of the heat in his downcast eyes. “K-BBQ is still the best to me,”

“Alright,” he says placidly, fingers tracing your skin, gaze still on your wrist.

Then he bites.

You gasp, instinctively yanking your hand back- but his grip is tight.

“Isn't this what you asked me to do?” He asks, blue eyes finally meeting yours in that familiar soft, innocent gaze.

But you know better.

You narrow your eyes at him, “Don't you gaslight me,”

“I concede, whatever you choose is better,” he says distractedly, eyes dark as he pulls you closer. “If you let me have just one more bite- I'll agree to go to whichever restaurant you pick,”

He lets you pick the restaurant- but he also leaves far more than just one bite.

____

ZAYNE  

It’s a weekend where Zayne has both days off, and he’s at yours, planning out your day. Visiting a bookstore, then a stroll in the park, grocery shopping, then dinner. Problem is, he doesn’t want to go to the new cafe despite its stellar reviews for both sweets and drinks.

"Bite me," you grumble after losing yet another debate on why the cafe’s carrot cakes are worth a try. It’s the third attempt this week at persuading him to go.

Even if you’d put a slideshow together on reasons why it’s worth, he probably wouldn’t budge. 

Zayne glances at you, his gaze cool and tinged with slight judgement. "Unhygienic." But then his grip tightens on your waist, pulling you flush against him. 

"However," he says, voice dropping, "if you’re requesting a demonstration of my jaw strength-" 

His teeth sink into your shoulder, just shy of painful. You yelp, arching against him, and he smirks against your skin. 

Dammit. He really hates carrots enough to play dirty- and now you have another problem. You like it.

"I can stop." He murmurs, lips brushing where he'd just bitten.

You inhale a shaky breath as you grip his arms. “Zayne-”

“Mm?”

“Do it again,” you whisper, letting your fingers trail up his forearms.

His breath hitches, and his eyes turn sharper. “I wasn't expecting such a strong effect,”

“You're the one changing the independent variable, doctor Zayne,”

He sits you on the kitchen counter and mouths at another patch of skin- just near your collarbone, “More data is needed to support this hypothesis, then,”

Between kisses and bites, you hazily think- maybe your effort in persuading him is worth it in the end.

_____

RAFAYEL 

There’s no doubt Rafayel had incredible talent, but the price of art could be baffling at times. Especially the amounts people were willing to shell out during auctions. 

You took a playful jab at him about his abstract painting just as you were unwrapping a few sandwiches and pastries to share with him. This led to the food being forgotten, and Rafayel’s passionate vent on why abstract art had its place. 

You play along, genuinely interested in his perspective- but enjoying his reactions even more.

"Bite me!" you retort mid-argument.

Rafayel gasps, clutching his chest. "Savage!" 

Then he grins, wicked. "But since you asked so boldly..." In a flash, he’s pinned you to the couch, nipping at your collarbone.

You squirm, trying to kick at him half-heartedly.

"Mmm, delicious," he hums against your skin.

“Don’t eat me, food’s right there!”

His laughter is bright as you shove him off, but he's quick to hook an arm around your waist and bring you onto his lap. “Food can wait,” he says before biting down lightly on your skin again.

When you try to flick him on the forehead, he catches your wrist. “Hey now, you tried to talk smack about art, and now you’re going back on your word- that’s two strikes in one shift, Miss Bodyguard,”

You drop a quick kiss onto his forehead, and he lets out a small huff. “That wasn’t your bodyguard speaking, she’s very professional. It’s just me now,”

“In that case, cutie-” His lips capture yours in a kiss, his eyes promising he’s far from done. “I hope you’re ready for more.”

_____

CALEB 

It was one time that you got lost on the way to meet him, and Caleb has never let you live it down ever since. He has his car keys in hand, ready to leave home, when you tell him you can guide him to the new ramen shop. And here he is, grinning at you with his arms crossed.

Your sense of direction is perfectly fine.

"Bite me," you challenge. 

Caleb’s grin turns wolfish. "You sure?" he asks, already crowding you against the wall. 

You nod- of course you know your way around the city. He can't keep holding a single incident against you.

Caleb, however, has other things on his mind. He ducks his head, his teeth scraping your earlobe. 

“Caleb- what are you doing?!”

“You told me to,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. You find yourself suppressing a shiver.

“Not literally!” You yelp when he bites again, this time at the soft skin below your ear.

"Damn, pips," he murmurs, "Should’ve remembered you taste this good-”

You feel your face heat up from hearing his voice, low and rough- the way it gets when he's ready to toss aside any plans for you- what follows is usually dizzying pleasure.

“You're getting all quiet now,” he teases, pulling you in.

“Caleb- wait, dinner-”

His hands roam lower, pulling you in. "Do you really think I’d pass up on a chance like this? Now... where else should I bite?"

(Note: this was inspired by how it's technically canon that Sylus is bitey and I thought hm well what if something made all of them want to bite? and it turned out very fun to write teehee thanks for reading <3)

[xoey101]

sometimes when xavier is allll pent up but you’re too tired to have sex with him, you’ll give him a reach around.

he’ll sit on the bed in front of you, all cozy in his favorite hoodie, lifting up his hips to slide his boxers down. you’ll kiss and lick at his neck just enough to make him squirm while you stroke him relentlessly, not even stopping after he’s finished several times.

he begs you to have mercy, sweet tears rolling down his flushed cheeks as he tries to bite back his needy moans. he’s so overstimulated that it almost hurts, and he’s certain that he physically cannnot come any more.

and yet it feels so good, hurts so good. so good that he would think he was floating if he didn’t know any better.

you notice xav’s blissful expression and coo in his ear simply, “i know you have one more left, you can do it baby, do it for me,”

when he shakes his head no timidly, you relax your grip on his length and sigh in faux disappointment. “if you can’t give me another orgasm i’ll just have to stop,” you whisper into his ear, words laced with condescension. “you should’ve just told me if you couldn’t do it,” you frown.

“no,” he cries out. “i can take it. i’ll be good for you. just—just don’t stop, okay?” he asks shakily. “feels so good, need more,” xavier slowly starts bucking up into your hand, bitting his lip in an attempt to manage the overwhelming sensitivity of his cock.

you kiss the back of his neck, grinning devilishly against his skin.

“that’s my boy, so good f’me.”

a/n: i’m kind of new to lads so hopefully I’m not mischaracterizing xavier too bad…. first post where the reader is more dominant!

ALSO HOW DO YOU GUYS GET GRADIENT/SPECIAL COLOR TEXT?? PLS HELP!

[zaynes-pookie]

Xavier' Bunny

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Xavier x Hybride!Bunny!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, smut, little mean Xavier, calling reader bun or bunny, overstimulation, lot of cum.

𝐀/𝐍: just something that went through my mind...

You hissed has Xavier tugged on your lill tail. “Come on Bun, I know you can do so so much better than that…”. With his hand around your waist and the other one under your thighs, he was making you bounce on his dick like the bunny you were. His cock beating your cervix in a way you’ve never felt before.

“I can’t!” you begged. Your pussy was pulsating and tingling with the number of orgasms you had, juice gushing all around both of your pelvic area and forming a creamy ring around his thick cock. "Xavier…". You wanted to scream, trash, do anything, but with his cock so deep in you that you could feel a bump, all your dumb mind could think was about making it feel you.

“Yes, you can. Cum again and maybe I’ll give it to you. Cum again and I’ll make you a mommy.” A harsher tug on your tail and a deeper thrust from him made you wail and your cunt spasms around him. Squirt flowing on his stomachs and mixing with his cum overflowing your tiny cunt. The warmed of it making you dizzy.

Collapsing, you felt a touch on your long ears. His dick still hard and deep inside of you twitching from the orgasm. “ Xav…” with no thoughts, you nuzzled his neck waiting for the sweet that occurred every time after but, instead, he tugged you away with your ears, a scream coming from you.

“Did you really think we were done. I’ve barely even started, bunny.”