#l&ds xavier x reader

[strwberri-milk]

Oooh could you give reactions of the LaDS guys when MC rescues them?? I can imagine their stunned faces followed by intense worry for MC

Zayne didn't think that disaster would strike the hospital but here he is using his Evol to try and help patients and their families escape. Anybody who had an offensive Evol was part of this shoddily thrown together front lines, desperately trying to buy time until the authorities arrived.

He thinks he's about to be closed in as the roof comes down, doing his best to try and lessen the damage when he sees you come to the rescue. Somehow you manage to push him out of the way, rolling the two of you to safety as you get up to continue your path. He immediately grabs you by the wrist, wordlessly asking if you're okay. You offer him a quick nod before running off to continue, both of you understanding that time is of the essence.

When he finds you again later he's giving you a full physical, wanting to make sure that you're okay despite the accident. He can only rest once you're safe, holding you close.

If you sustained a life threatening injury he's there the entire time. He's making sure that you're okay, monitoring your progress as much as the doctors will allow him to. They don't want him getting in the way, knowing that he's especially emotional because it's you despite never having seen him like this before. He knows he shouldn't be interfering but honestly, he can't help it. He's worried and he's going to blame himself for the rest of his life if you don't get better.

Xavier lost his mind when he lost sight of you, trying his best to fight while also looking for you everywhere. When he finally sees you after you took out a Wanderer he pulls you into his chest, hugging you tightly as he asks you if you're alright. He does his best to appraise your current condition, doing whatever he can to mitigate any pain you feel and trying to convince you to rest before things get worse.

The attack doesn't seem to be letting up at all and you know that the two of you have to split up to continue no matter how much he hates it. He decides fuck the orders and follows you anyway, knowing that he won't be able to focus if you're not there with him.

He hears the Wanderer too late - turning around and drawing his sword half a second later than he should when he hears your guns going off. The Wanderer immediately turns to you, giving him an opening to strike back. It's faster than either of you thought it was, the scream he hears from you shutting him down.

He's glad you saved him but not at the cost of your life and he wastes the creature, knowing his body will suffer the consequences from how powerful his attack was but that doesn't matter if it means it saved you. He immediately takes you to get help, refusing to leave your side until you're actually 100%. He promised himself he'd protect you and he's going to be even more protective of you from now on.

Rafayel didn't think that his studio would be ambushed like this but he was more than capable of handling it - or so he thought. He was close to burning down his whole studio if he needed to in order to escape the assailants, surprised when they suddenly start collapsing without him doing anything.

When you emerge with your weapon drawn he's happy to see you but immediately worries about how you got through the other people they said they brought with them. You were able to take them down thankfully but he's not convinced you're alright, securing his studio with you to ensure that the two of you have nothing else to worry about.

If you sustain a life threatening injury he's immediately calling for help but also takes care of you right then and there. He doesn't want to lose any time to waiting for medical staff to arrive or your fellow hunters - he knows how to take care of you and his fire Evol is thankfully good at cauterising wounds despite how awful he feels about you trying to be brave as he burns your skin. The scars that linger upset him deeply because to him, they represent a time he failed you but in spite of them he doesn't let it drag him down. He knows it'd just make you more upset to know that's how he feels so he just focuses on making sure his skills stay sharp enough to protect you.

Sylus doesn't normally get attacked when he goes out on a job but this was a first. He was a little underprepared, thinking he'd have a quiet evening but the fight wasn't too rough, thankfully. He turns, preparing to leave without realising that there was another figure hidden in the shadows, ready to strike him down when he hears someone fall behind him. You stand over their unconscious body, a little worse for wear but nothing some TLC couldn't solve.

Sylus insists on taking you home, knowing that while you look fine there was always a slight chance that something was being overlooked and he did not want to be negligent in your care. He doesn't like the fact that you got attacked most likely because of your association with him, telling you that you need to be more careful to avoid things like that happening.

When you do get attacked because of your connection with him he has no reservations killing the person who had the audacity to hurt you. He takes you back home, patching you up and making sure you're okay in the comfort of his house. You have round the clock care and you think that Sylus isn't too shaken about your near death experience until you realise his sleep is even lighter one night. He can't sleep properly and probably won't for a while. He'll always be even more alert, constantly having either Mephisto or himself on your trail to ensure that nothing like that happens again.

[saintobio]

the perfect boyfriend, feat. l&ds xavier.

pairings. xavier, fem!reader genre. fluff, smut, established relationship, 18+ tags. petnames (bunny), jealousy, virginity loss, unprotected sex, cockwarming, slight dom/sub play, same timeline!xavier notes. he’s still my l&ds main until july 15th just kidding :’D i love xav sm he’s literally so bf material to me

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who had a hard time expressing his feelings the first time he met you. he used to be a man of a few words—or, as you liked to put it, a very nonchalant guy. it’s not that he’s disinterested. in fact, every small interaction he’d had with you lingered on his mind all night. you’re all he can think about until he finally had the courage to confess to you one day, after saving you from a bunch of wanderers, and thinking he’d almost lost you. again. he just couldn’t let that happen.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who always responds to your texts and calls right after you press send or hit the ring button. he values your time and doesn’t want you to feel ignored after that one particular incident… when he fell asleep the entire afternoon and his phone conveniently died, only to see a number of missed calls and text messages from you the moment he woke up. he felt really bad at how worried you got, so he made a promise to always keep himself available for you.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who enjoys hotpot, and has made it a habit to suggest dining at his favorite hotpot place after a successful mission. it’s not just the spicy broth that he loves about that place; it’s also your care in serving him and arranging ingredients in his bowl. you were such a dream girl to look at.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who gets very jealous whenever you’d talk about another male colleague of yours. he wouldn’t say it out loud, but the signs are there when he starts showing that cute, grumpy face. he becomes very competitive too, asking questions like, “so, did you enjoy your time with him?” or “do you usually talk to him a lot?” and you figured that the best way to cut him off during his fits of jealousy, is to squeeze his cheeks and give him a soft, tender kiss, swearing to him that you are his and his only.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who makes it a routine to take note of the way other couples interact. and he’s specifically observing the man more than the woman. he has a journal called, ‘how to make my girlfriend happy’ where he writes about what he would notice guys typically do to make their girlfriends smile and laugh. one time, while he was walking downtown, he passed by an arcade place that had a row of new claw machines. the guy managed to get his girlfriend a stuffed toy, and in seeing how much the girl liked it, xavier invites you the next day for a claw machine date, promising that he won’t stop until he gets you the bunny plushie you wanted.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who loves it when you call him ‘xavi’, both casually and… sensually. there’s something so sexy about hearing you say “xavi~” into his ear, especially when you’re leaning way too close to him that he can smell that sweet scent of yours.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier whose mind is as vast as the known universe. he enjoys talking about the cosmos, the galaxy, and the stars alike—sometimes, he’d even be poetic about it. and that’s why he got the nickname ‘galaxy kid’ from you. there are nights where you two would go to the rooftop, watching the stars while lying next to each other. for xavier, there’s nothing more peaceful than stargazing with the girl he adores.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who was extremely nervous on your first night, because you were his first the same way he was yours. he doesn’t want to seem inexperienced in the sex department, so he tried gathering learning resources prior to you spending the night over at his apartment. in his head, he had mental notes, a very explicit and detailed one, of the things he had to do to please you: 1) kiss you, stroke your hair, and lay you in bed 2) slowly undress you, continue kissing down your body, cup your breast, and trace your curves 3) spread your legs open, place his fingers on your clit, then play with your sensitive bud, gently insert a finger or two 4) deepen the kiss when you moan, guide your hand and make you stroke his length, while he pulls his fingers out and sucks his digits to taste you 5) make sure you’re all wet and aroused, place his swollen tip on your entrance carefully, bury his cock inch-by-inch and stop whenever it hurts you, then wait until you’ve adjusted before he starts rocking his hips back and forth. was it a success? of course! he had followed every step diligently.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who ended up asking for two more rounds after your first session. he thought he didn’t perform well the first time because he felt like you made him cum too fast. he just didn’t expect you to be that tight, like your pussy was swallowing his member, your velvet walls wrapping around his girth as if milking him of his cum. missionary was the perfect position to start, but for the second round, he insisted on letting you ride him so you’d find the rhythm you want. and boy, did he go crazy as he watched you move your hips so goddamn sensually. he couldn’t stop his hands from touching your body, kneading your tits, and squeezing your buttocks. “my beautiful girl,” he’d moan, half-lidded eyes staring straight into yours, “you’re so good at this, y/n.”

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who finally learned what fetish means after personally experiencing one of his own. it was waking up with his cock still buried deep inside your cunt, his arms protectively wrapped around your frame as you slept soundly. or were you already awake by then? he wasn’t sure, but he could feel your pussy clenching around his shaft and he couldn’t tell if you were doing it on purpose. but damn, isn’t that hot? he’d think to himself, with his member growing harder the more he thought about it. “my bunny’s so naughty.”

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who loves it when you pet his hair like a good boy. your hands are magical! he’d fall asleep in a blink of an eye when he’s laying on your lap and you’re running your fingers through his hair. during nighttime though, he’s an absolutely sucker for the more dominant version of you. the way you’d pull his hair, grab his chin, and even as far as playing with his aching member using the tip of your tongue. agh! you’re making him sin.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who has a knack for giving you small gifts and trinkets, like that pretty little ribbon he saw at a store. or that moon-shaped desk lamp. or that pearl bracelet with a bunny charm. his girlfriend isn’t just sexy, she’s also cute. so she needs to have cute things!

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who treats you like a princess and makes sure you’re always warm and comfortable around him. too cold? he’d be sure to bring his hoodie for you. too hot? he’d buy you the best ice cream in town. whatever you wanted, he would get it. and he never, ever lets go of your hand whenever you two are walking around. he just can’t let you wander too far off, afraid that he won’t be able to protect you if he can’t see you. he adores you so much, and his heart swells at the mere thought of you. because there’s nothing more precious to him than the first and only girl he’ll ever love in this world. you.

[chaos-in-deepspace]

LADS: Glowdicks | 18+ Crack Fic

This started off as a joke with @anxiousgoddest and then I began talking to @zayne-li and decided I had to do it. I had to write it. If I didn't write these men's dicks breaking due to riding them too hard, who was gonna do it? That's what I thought. Nobody. So here we are.

❧ Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+. ❧ Warnings: Riding, Unsafe Sex, Injuries, Surgeries, Dick Fractures ❧ Pairings: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader

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Xavier

The fiasco all started because you decided you wanted to be riding Xavier instead of letting him bend you over this time.

You were going to town on his dick to the point where you couldn’t even feel your legs anymore and he had already cum once and you weren’t aboutta stop for anything.

Literally nothing could pry you away from his dick right now. 

At least you thought, but you decided to try a new move where you clamped down hard on his dick like a vice. He was moaning underneath you from how tight you had managed to get.

Then you freaking slipped when he thrusted up into you, your hips moving along with it.

The moment you heard the crack noise it was like everything else in the room stilled.

In Xavier’s defense, the only noise that left him was a gasp instead of a scream like one would expect.

You just made eye contact with him and his eyes were wide as all hell. You were both scared of the moment you slid off his dick and saw the results of what you just did.

You slowly got up and his dick slid out of you with a wet noise and you looked down and…well it certainly wasn’t supposed to look like that.

You both had a moment of silence for his broken dick, just staring at it. Honestly you were expecting it to be glowing with how it sounded and his evol. Almost disappointing it wasn’t.

Then he just sighs and looks up at you.

“I mean…I guess these things happen,”

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS SHIT HAPPENS XAVIER?! HOW OFTEN DOES YOUR DICK BREAK?! WHO ELSE IS RIDING YOUR DICK?!

You just kept staring at it and back at him. How wasn’t he screaming in pain right now? You think you’d be a sobbing mess at this point.

“Sorry, but I don’t think I’ll be able to go for any more rounds tonight. Did you want to sit on my face instead?”

“Xavier, you need medical attention.”

“I’ll just sleep it off, it’ll be fine,”

You’re already getting up to get ice packs and googling what to do if your dick breaks. All your research is saying he needs to go to the hospital and seek medical attention and possible surgery is needed in most cases.

You walked back in the room with the ice pack and phone in hand and you drop them both when you see Xavier snapping it back into place.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT?!”

Xavier just looks at you like a puppy who’s being scolded and frowned.

“It’s fine, it’ll heal probably in a day or two, don’t worry about it. You know I heal fast.

You want to cry because who let this man into society? Who allowed him to walk around common people? He just snapped his dick back into place. There’s no way that would work.

Well it did, because in two days he was grabbing you as you tried leaving the bed in the morning, telling you that he was feeling better and wanted to make up for lost time.

You just didn’t want to ride him for a couple weeks after that, and you decided to stop doing kegel exercise after that. It wasn’t worth it.

Zayne

You had been riding him on the damn rocking chair again. After the first time you decided you really liked it since it did some of the work for you. His hands were on your hips and he was just letting you control the pace.

You had squeezed down hard on his cock, pushing the chair back in the same motion. Then the chair kept going back. And then it was falling back. Then suddenly you were on the ground.

Don’t worry his dick was still inside of you though, but he was groaning in pain, letting out a hiss. He was gasping for breath for a moment. 

You had thought you heard a crack during your fall, but thought it had been the couch breaking or part of the fall. Oh no. Sadly that was just wishful thinking.

"Hold on, wait--oh fuck get off, right now,"

Oh that was a very pained voice as you got off his dick and looked down. Your eyes widened as you realized his dick didn’t normally look like that. You had a moment of silence for his now broken dick as he managed to still lift you up and placed you on the normal couch.

He went to the restroom and of course you followed him like a little duckling as he began inspecting the damage. You heard a long sigh coming from him and he turned to you since he could see you in the mirror.

“We need to go to the hospital,”

“It is like…broken?”

“It’s been fractured. I’ll need to run some scans to see how severe the damage is. I need you to drive me.”

You both hopped into the car and got to the hospital. Yvonne had greeted you two and mentioned Zayne not being scheduled today. He was just looking down and beelining to his office. You gave her an apologetic look since the woman was clearly confused.

He made you stay in his office as he went about doing tests on himself and looking over all the damage.

When he came back to the hospital he looked absolutely horrified as he told you it would require surgery to fix. He seemed to be thinking long and hard about it and then just let out another sigh.

“I’ll take some pain medication and just do it myself,”

UM I’M SORRY SIR, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY? YOU’RE GONNA PERFORM SURGERY ON YOUR OWN DICK?!

You’re already texting Greyson about the situation and about how your boyfriend is so mortified that his dick was broken during sex that he was going to deadass perform surgery on himself.

Greyson sent a few laughing emojis as well as the purple eggplant one, asking if he looked like this right now. He did. Your poor boyfriend looked like the eggplant emoji right now.

Greyson came into the office shortly after and told Zayne he’d get the surgery handled and Zayne looked at you in absolute betrayal, but like hell you were about to let this man perform surgery on your favorite riding implement.

“It was either I contacted Greyson, or Dr. Noah. Your choice,”

He shut up after that and after his surgery you could hear the whisperings about how you broke Dr. Li’s dick.

Yvonne also heard and came over to ask you about what happened and you didn’t skimp out on any of the details.

When you got to the room he was staying at to recover he was just glaring at you like a mad cat, clearly betrayed. He’d get over it. At least his dick would still be working after this.

Also you had a few doctors asking you if you needed a wheelchair for some odd reason. You couldn’t figure it out.

After the incident he wasn’t letting you ride him on the couch. Claiming it was ‘Too dangerous’.

Rafayel

Rafayel decided he wanted to fuck you against a wall, which wasn’t super uncommon. When he got in the mood he would take you just about anywhere he could. The wall, the table, over the podium in an empty lecture hall before he was supposed to give a speech about art.

If he could fuck you on it, then he would. Whenever he got riled up all normal thoughts were gone and he was all over again.

So right now he had you pinned up against the front door of the art studio because you decided to tease him all night. He had to stop himself from fucking you in the ride back home. He almost pulled over by the ocean and took you over one of the rocks.

Everything was going fine, you were so damn wet just from the thought of him fucking you that his dick was able to slide in easy.

You squeezed down on his cock and tried moving your hips, but apparently he was changing angles at the same time.  There was that crack that nobody wanted to hear mid fuck.

You both went down on that, Rafayel in pain and you because he dropped your ass onto the floor.

His hand was between his legs as he hissed and when he looked at his dick he literally gasped and looked up at you.

“Call me an ambulance,”

What do you MEAN?! LET US HAVE A LOOK WHAT HAPPENED BRO?!

You looked down and your only thought was the image of the eggplant emoji. Anyways, you called an ambulance for him because you were both freaking out at this point. His dick was broken. You broke his dick.

The ride to the hospital was filled with your horrified faces and the EMTs looking at the scene completely amused. Thankfully you had the decency to put your damn pants back on and tried covering Rafayel’s decency.

When you got to the hospital they were doing scans and stuff and then you were told he’d need surgery. Like right away.

You had called Thomas to let him know Rafayel would be needing a few days off. When he asked you and you had to tell him you literally counted the seconds he was sighing. It was ten. He was sighing for ten seconds straight. He just told you to let him know how long the recovery would be once you found out.

When he got out of surgery you were already walking into the room, only to see him surrounded by a few nurses.

Man was high as a kite and bragging.

“Okay but has your partner ever broken your dick before because of how good it was? No? I didn’t think so.”

Really you should’ve taken that as a sign to leave, but you had stayed and when he saw you he was so loopy and stretching his arms out wanting you to hold him.

You recorded him. When he was sober and home and you showed him the recordings of him wanting to cuddle, and bragging about how good you were. He was trying to lunge at you to delete it. You threatened to break his dick again and he shut up.

Sylus

He was fucking you hard into the mattress and you couldn’t feel your legs anymore. Like absolutely numb with how they were tossed over his shoulders at the moment.

You couldn’t even speak as you were so fucked out from this entire thing, and you needed a damn breather. You don’t even know how many times you had cum at this point.

You had also forgotten the safeword and signal, not that you could speak at the moment. Still the signal would’ve been nice to remember in your fucked out brain.

He pressed deeper in you and you didn’t know how to verbalize you needed a moment or respite. Sylus had seen the look in your eyes though like you were pleading with him.

He was about to pull out, but you decided in that exact moment that you would squeeze down on him painfully to show you needed a second.

Well with both movements and how he was angled there was a nice snap that echoed in the room.

You had heard the gasp and pained groan coming from him. It was pretty fucking loud and he let out a hiss.

You were still out of it as you felt him pull out of you completely. The only thing you were focused on was getting your breathing back to a normal rate.

Sylus'lips were on you trying to get you to come back to him and finally you were getting coherent enough to finally speak.

“What was that snapping noise?”

“That was my cock, sweetheart,”

That was a confusing thing to say and your eyes drifted down between his legs, but he was cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him.

“I didn’t say you could look at it, sweetie,”

That damn purr sent a shiver down your spine and you let out a whine. He just chuckled at your response though because high key it was amusing that you were upset that you couldn’t see his broken dick.

“Next time you want me to stop, you should let me know before snapping my cock,”

Okay listen, first off, if you could you would’ve. It’s not your fault that the man’s dick game is a 10/10 and you couldn’t think straight at the moment.

“Do we need to go to the hospital?”

“Did I need a hospital trip when you shot me?”

Okay, touché. Still you felt bad. You had just snapped his dick and he was acting so casually about it right now. Doesn’t that hurt?

Instead of acknowledging the pain he just went to work cleaning you up instead and then curling you up to his chest to go to bed.

By the morning his dick was apparently back to normal though as he was pressing it against your ass while he was spooning you.

“Don’t break it this time, alright?”

You’re not gonna lie, the moment he said that you were damn tempted to do it again out of sheer spite.

I'd like to say I'm still working on the Mermaid Rafayel smut, however took a short mini break in order to write this to help clear my mind. I'm 8k into the other fic and we haven't even gotten to the smut so ya...it'll be another long one. Hope you enjoyed reading about braking their dicks tho.

[manikas-whims]

if you're writing on Xav's dialogue then how about some smut on this 🤭

“no one's here. you can yell or scream if you're tired.”

just a suggestion no pressure tho hehe 👉👈

ohhh anon i love this idea! 🤭 this was written in one sitting so please ignore any errors in grammar..

“no one's here. you can yell or scream if you're tired.”

— Part 2/? of turning Xavier's questionable dialogues into short fics.

The obscene plap plap plap of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the emptiness of the gym. Xavier’s arms held your ass in place as you felt your walls being stretched and filled with every thrust he made into your dripping folds.

“Mmmmphhhh!..mmmhhhh..”

Your legs quivered under the force of the thrusts, head hanging low with the exhaustion of not just some regular workout but the naughty endeavors you two had decided to engage in due to the absence of other residents at the apartment complex’s gym. Although with how dazed you felt right then, you highly doubted you’d actually mind an audience watching you get your back blown out.

Lately, you two found it impossible to keep your hands off of each other, indulging in heavy make-out sessions by the claw machine and a quickie here and there during your missions together.

You sensed one of his arms loosening its hold on your waist to glide along your damp neckline, and tilt your chin up, your eyes meeting your own fucked out reflection in the mirrored wall. Thanks to his impatience, and your own arousal at the mere sight of sweat glistening upon his muscles, neither of you bothered with discarding your clothes. With one swift tug he had pulled your leggings and panties down to the ankles, freed his own red, hard member from the shorts that still hung low on his hips, and begun pounding your core.

Your legs quivered under the force of the rutting, and if not for his arms, you would’ve stumbled to the floor long ago.

Thankfully, Xavier took note of your struggle and pushed you towards the mirror. And you complied, wobbling ahead on shaky feet, his cock still buried inside your slick oozing folds.

He guided your arms to rest against the cool glass of the mirror, glazed blue eyes meeting yours through the reflection as his hands returned to your waist, wordlessly asking if you were alright. Asking if he could continue to fuck you senseless against the mirror.

The mere gesture aroused you even more (if that was even humanly possible). Had you asked him to stop then and there, he would have, regardless of his own need for release. It made you want to love him even more than you already did. Be good for him as he was for you.

So you arched your back for him and nodded your head ever so slightly. And with the permission granted, he immediately snapped his hips into your ass, causing a particularly loud moan to escape your swollen lips in spite of your attempts at keeping your voice low.

Xavier leaned his face to your nape. In the mirror you watched his teeth nibbling along your skin as he plunged deeper. Then he pulled back, and plunged in once more. Pulled back; plunged in. Pulled back again; plunged in, pistoning into you faster than ever.

Your head spun, overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensations of your cunt clenching around his length, molding your walls to commit the shape of his cock to memory.

“Xav– ahhhh!”

“No one’s here. You can yell or scream if you’re tired.” He whispered tenderly yet his pace became relentless at the same time to force the screams out of you anyways.

“uhh..uhhh..unnhhhh!!!” You sobbed with every thrust.

Seems like only yesterday when you used to feel shy at the mere idea of something as intimate as sex. Yet here you were— lips parted as you rested your head against the mirror, drool smearing the glass, and eyes bleary with desire.

Xavier’s pace became frenetic, his brows knitting as he sensed his orgasm building up right along with yours. His arms came up to entangle his fingers with your own on the mirror and despite the ache in your thighs, you moved your hips in response, trying to meet him moan for moan, thrust for thrust.

“Mmm..you feel so good, angel..” His hot breaths fanned your face as he huffed in his abraded tone. “Let’s come together..yeah?”

And you followed his gentle command, your cunt spasming and contracting around him as he spurted rope after rope of his seed inside you. You felt some of it leaking down your legs and soiling your panties that were still stuck around your ankles.

Xavier pressed his lips affectionately to your cheek. “We should workout more often.”

Your legs nearly gave out at that and you chuckled despite the exhaustion. “After all this time, this is what motivates you to workout?”

He smiled, his skin flushed beautifully in the afterglow of your indecent activities. “Anything motivates me as long as you are involved.”

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[glitter-epoch]

your zayne hand fic was just sooo hot thank you for the food!!! this anon is wondering if you could do a spicy xavier fic as well, with maybe the prompt… darkness or black out? THANK YOU

nsfw, 18+ only, mdni!

OF COURSE. screamed when i saw this in my inbox. thank you for the kind words i’m so glad you like it!!! 

fem!reader | 4.7k words smut under the cut, 18+ ONLY mdni!!! do NOT!!!

. . .

warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, light evol heresy switch xavier if you squint maaaybe. kiiind of.

. . .

you’re stepping out of the shower when the lights go out.

they heave like a car that’s just run out of gas, the wires in the walls giving a pathetic, zappy little hhhh before fizzling out.

you step forward too far, the darkness and the icy air of the mostly granite bathroom startling you. a scream escapes you as you scamper forward, trying not to trip. your fingertips meet smooth stone.

as you grip the sink in the dark, embarrassed by your own outburst, your phone blinks to life on the counter. for a moment, the bathroom is illuminated. fog is receding on the mirror and on your phone’s screen as all of the warm air in the room is sucked out, replaced with wintry breezes that leak in from outside as the heat system in your apartment dies.

shivering, you pick up the phone. it's xavier.

“is your power out?” you sigh, putting him on speaker. he lives one floor above you; maybe his is fine.

“yes. was that you screaming?”

he echoes off the walls. his voice is raspy and fond, the way it always is when-

“were you asleep just now?” you ask. “it’s not even 7 o’clock.”

“yes,” xavier yawns. “it’s winter now, so it gets dark outside early. are you okay?”

“no, i almost broke my legs.” 

xavier pauses, and you realize he’s probably about to ask if you’re serious.

“…do you mean it-“

“no, sorry, i’m just kidding.“

you glance around the bathroom, shaking like a wet dog in a storm. and there is, you realize, a storm outside; rattling the hedges in the courtyard below and splattering the technicolor billboards of linkon beyond. that’s what cut the power.

your clothes are folded on the toilet seat; a soft pair of sweatpants and one of the deepspace hunters’ crewnecks- too big for work, too comfy not to lounge in. but you’re thinking of other things. 

your hair drips water onto the tile like a clock ticking, the neighbor’s wind chimes are casting shadows on the wall, and lighting is striking in the distance.

you swallow an embarrassingly large lump of anxiety in your throat.

“xavier?” you prod. he’s been patiently quiet until now.

“i’m here.”

you almost smile at how sweet he is.

“this is ridiculous, i’m really sorry…”

he waits another patient second more.

“do you want me to come to you?” he asks. 

“please.”

there’s a knock on the door. you flinch, nearly knocking the phone off the counter.

“is that you?” you exclaim.

“i came downstairs when you stopped responding. i’m glad i’m at the right door, though. i can’t see.”

. . .

xaiver comes with a flashlight. “i thought this might make you feel safer.”

he’s wearing the one crewneck- white, with the detailing on the bottom- all that really matters is it looks cozy. he’s clearly brushed his hair since waking up, but it’s already piecing together on his forehead and over his ears like it usually does; silvery-blonde sections looking just as soft as he is. his hair and his palms and the column of his throat seem to shine a little bit, like he’s bioluminescent from the inside. maybe it’s his evol. in truth, you’re probably just imagining it. he’s xavier; everything about him is a little off-kilter and mezmerizing.

he presents the flashlight to you as he shuts your front door behind him and peers around. “wow. it really is dark.” 

his eyes are wide; glossy spheres that catch the slivers of remaining light in your apartment. you try not to stare. 

“thank you,” you grin, a little embarassed. 

flipping the switch on the flashlight is useless; the battery is dead.

in the dim moonlight filtering through your front room’s blinds, you see his porcelain face go a little crooked; he grins and frowns at the same time, lopsided.

“of course,” he hums.

you thank him again anyways (warmed that he thought to bring it) and try to lead him to the closet, feeling along the walls. “i should have candles in the closet.”

xavier follows you, albeit, not close behind, like he’s trying to stay out of sight.

“are you hiding?” you quip, although your heart has started to pump with more effort in your chest. 

“no,” he says from behind you. “i’m trying not to bump into you. you scare easily.” he’s quiet for a moment. “clearly.”

you turn over your shoulder, scowling at his vaguely silver outline. “i do not. quit stalking; just walk with me.”

you’ve been stopped for long enough in the darkest stretch of the hallway that xavier’s on you, then; he bumps into you on accident, a good head-and-a-half taller. his chest and the insides of his biceps are warm as he politely slides two hands up your shoulders and clamps down on them. you suck in a breath and he steadies you.

“see?” he mocks softly. 

xavier removes his right hand from your shoulder but seems to keep the other one in place, like he’s worried you’re going to knock into the wall (you might). he lifts his palm up to you- which is large enough to take up the area of your face- and a golden light blooms from the center line on his skin, extending slowly to his fingers. 

once your face is lit up, the corners of his lips quirk up the tiniest bit; his eyes go soft.

there are only so many things you could say: i’m not jumpy, you touched me. i’m not jumpy, i’m in love with you. 

none would save you any dignity, so you just swallow a shaky breath and complain, “you could’ve done that when you got here.”

“i thought the flashlight would be more thoughtful.”

his frame and his warmth hover beside you like a heat lamp as you walk. he smells good; like soap, and expensive fabric softener, which is ridiculous, because you’re certain if you asked him what fabric softener he used, he would reply, “why would i need that? isn’t fabric already soft?”

you come to the doorknob. “okay. back up.”

he does. the air behind you becomes significantly colder as you pull open the door to the closet.

thunder cracks outside as if its splitting the sky in two. you flinch, yanking on the door, heart in your throat; the vacuum cleaner tips over, falls out, bounces off your head.

“ow,” you hiss, clapping a shaking hand to your forehead. 

xavier returns; his chin near the top of your head as he seems to shield you from the rest of the (unfavorably) dark corridor, sticking his arm into the closet to prevent any other heavy stowed items from landing on you. the light in his palm has gone out. 

“are you okay?” xavier worries, almost certainly suspecting your mood is going to be more bruised than your head.

thunder cracks again in succession, three times, like the beating of some hellish drum. a scream escapes you. you duck, actually duck- and xavier loses you in the dark of the closet. he feels around for a moment until he finds your forearm and pulls gently.

“oh my god,” you pant. “sorry, sorry-”

“you’re really afraid of thunderstorms, aren’t you?” he asks softly; perhaps partially to tease you, but with xavier, it’s hard to tell. he’s so blunt and open-booked that nothing and everything sounds like a judgement when he delivers it.

you nod, unable to do anything else at this point. “apparently.”

“you’re shaking,” he comments- and you are, like a- “you’re like a little dog.”

you scowl at him, having thought it yourself but assumed he would be kind enough not to say it out loud.

“what, like the little rabid white ones with crust around their eyes? how dare you?” you huff, turning your head, but he’s still holding you; one big hand on the small of your back now, warm as a heating pad.

“okay,” xavier sighs, and his grin is audible. “let’s go.”

his hands glow like lanterns all the way to the den.

. . . 

you wake up and even the moon has darkened.

storm clouds form a thick and heavy blanket over the sky, snuffing out any light from the cosmos. the den and even your distant kitchen are completely dark, the furniture forming only the vaguest lines in your sight. there are lines on your face, almost certainly, you think; forcing your head and neck up like a cobra, your torso and the front of your thighs glued to something warm and mostly solid. you press your fingers to your face and find indents in your cheek and across your eyelid from where your face was smushed into whatever is beneath you.

xavier. it’s xavier. 

his face is perfectly serene, the smooth and pearlescent slopes of his cheeks and browbones perfectly still and almost visible in the dark. but his lips aren’t parted and his arms are slightly stiff; if he’s asleep, it’s only partially. 

you flinch, just barely, shocked at his presence there more than anything. it comes back to you in small blinks; yes, you had laid down with him, he’d insisted. no it’s not weird. of course i don’t mind. it’s a little ridiculous for you to act like you’ve never fallen asleep on me before (true). and at some point, you’d both wriggled into this position; with your entire body draped over him, blanket on the floor, both of you hot as irons. 

in his light-sleep, xavier seems to feel you jolt. one hand comes to the back of your head and pulls you down, depositing your face into the crook of his shoulder. he’s laying on his back, fitted perfectly into the corner of the sofa; he’s all encompassing.

“no,” xavier demands, albeit gently. “go back to sleep.”

his voice vibrates against your cheek. you’re tired, sluggish, your limbs are heavy; but your heart thumps in your chest, something almost like panic rising in your throat. certainly he knows what this looks like, knows how it feels- you’re completely twisted around each other.

“xavier,” you argue.

“you were happy,” he rasps, lifting his arms up. he wraps them completely around your head, sealing you in. the weight of his biceps are heavy on you; you knew he was strong, obviously, but he really is…strong. his chest is carved beneath you. “you were happy when you were asleep. so do it again.”

“you just want to go back to sleep,” is your reply.

xavier shifts, and one hand drifts down to the middle of your back. he pulls you into him and squeezes, like he’s stretching. you inhale deeply as your face drifts closer to his collarbones, exposed as his sweatshirt is pulled in every direction by your sprawling weight. your mouth falls open as he holds you, deliberately tight, now; you’re sure of it. he’s practically using you like a stress-ball.

he feels your breath on his neck and his eyes flutter open slowly, fingers twitching to a stop.

“what are you doing?” he chirps.

you could smack him. “what are you doing?”

the thunder returns before anyone can answer, like it senses you’re awake. xavier responds instantly, plucking a fallen blanket off the ground and draping it over both of your heads. in breaths, you’re locked into one another; in a world under the quilt. 

you peer up at him in the complete blackness, feeling his breath on your nose.

“better?” xavier asks.

the sound is surprisingly resonant; he’s ridiculously close.

you feel around his chest and arms, trying to find his head. he inhales, choppily, but doesn’t stop you.

“you are doing something…” he murmurs. his body responds to you, shoulders rising slightly as your fingers dance over them.

“i’m just trying to find your face,” you retort (doing something).

xavier takes your hand and presses it to his cheek. “here.”

you gulp. what are you supposed to do now?

it’s quiet for a moment, rain ricocheting gently off the windows of your apartment. the thunder is distant for a few breaths, rolling far away but seemingly making its way back, like engineered waves slowly picking up speed in a wave pool.

xavier’s heart is always slow, so slow that it sometimes worries you. but his breath is not; the movement of his hands is fast. if he’s not nervous- he’s at least worked up.

thunder cracks. before you can jump or blink or even breathe, he pulls the blanket even further over your heads and reaches for the small of your back, dragging your body up until the top of your head presses into his chin.

you let him, allowing your head to drop onto his chest, unsure of what else to do and not quite able to think of anything else to do as his hands roam around under your sweatshirt; exploring the slopes and ridges of your back and spine.

“your heartbeat is so fast,” xavier murmurs, but his voice is far-away, too; his hands are greedy as he searches for something on the plane of your skin- knots, nerves. soft things, for himself. “you aren’t this afraid of a storm.”

“no,” you cave, essentially coming clean. “what are you trying to do?”

he stills, hands still under your shirt. “are you uncomfortable?”

“no,” you blurt. “no.”

you’re almost certain he smiles; his breath is soft and quiet for a moment. “then can i keep going?”

you pause, nervous. “keep going with what?”

his chest is suspended for a moment. he doesn’t answer. 

in the silence, you’re just barely emboldened enough to whisper it, though you’re not entirely sure what his plan is: “keep going.”

the storm seems to be on his side as a low, rumbling roll of thunder passes by your window, lightning following- for the shortest second, you can see his face; lips swollen with sleep, and parted, his eyes closed. 

your trembling returns for a myriad of reasons. this propels xavier to wrap an arm around your waist and sit up, taking you with him; your knees are forced to bend, thighs spread out on either side of him. you straddle his lap, the blanket slipping off your head.

xavier’s eyes flutter open slowly, ever sleepy. his hair splays around him, lighter than the rest of the room. his expression is almost a smile, dazed and determined, and his eyes seem to light up as they rove over the mere outline of your face in the dark. “i’ll distract you,” he says, sliding his palms onto your knees.

he waits, hands heavy. 

“what are you…” you begin.

oh. he wants you to sit.

you do; he’s hard under you, and he inhales. 

“xavier…” you whisper, uncertain not of your own desire, but his. “i didn’t think you…you never-”

“i never what?” he says, swiping your hair off one side of your neck. “your hair is still wet.” his fingers tangle in the damp strands at the top of your spine, roving up to the top of your head. “are you cold?”

“n-no,” you manage. 

xavier leans forward, his lips close to your neck- then he stops, looks up at you. his eyes are practically the only things visible in the room; but he seems to be able to see you quite well.

“can you see in the dark, or something?” you pant. he doesn’t answer. instead:

“you want me,” he remarks, quiet. 

“you want me,” you retort, instantly defensive; this doesn’t feel real.

xavier- tall and lithe and hard under you, clawing to keep you close to him- blushes still, his cheeks almost red. he smiles, almost, pupils as big as saucers.

“you do want me,” he answers for you, nodding as his lips latch onto your neck.

it’s a ploy. you inhale, stretching your back for him; so naturally, his hands drift to lift up your sweatshirt, then glide up your waist, up to your ribs. he swipes his thumbs over the skin there, and gasps slightly when he finds nothing there; no bra under your hoodie.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper, for no real reason, but you’re not thinking straight. 

xavier doesn’t even ordain you with a response to something so stupid. he just reaches higher, palms your breasts, both of you inhaling as your nipples pebble under him. 

“i can see you,” xavier whispers, his lips on the shell of your ear. “i can see far in the dark. but you can barely see anything…”

you feel feverish; hot and dizzy and unable to take a full breath and xavier pushes your sweatshirt up to you neck, urging you to slip it off.

“do you want to?” he asks, breathless.

you’re the one who ignores a stupid comment this time, slipping off the hoodie. wet strands of hair fall over your shoulders and face, tangling over xavier’s fingers and dangling in front of his eyes. 

he stares at you through the dark, eyes languidly darting all over your naked body; like he doesn’t know what to do first, like he’s astonished that you’re something he’s really looking at.

xavier looks up at you, practically drooling. “is this still okay?”

“are you kidding me?”

he responds with something low, a primal and somehow still grateful sound from the back of his throat, and leans forward to catch your breasts with his mouth. his teeth graze over your nipple, his lips finding it a moment later; it slips in and out of his mouth, slick from the wetness of his mouth.

you inhale to hide a moan, sinking lower into his lap; grinding over his length unintentionally. xavier’s mouth drops off of you, and he inhales deeply; trying to get back to you, to keep working at your breasts, but he can’t.

“d-don’t,” he murmurs, “don’t.”

you wonder if you’ve really made him uncomfortable. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean-”

“it’s not you,” he replies. “i can’t- if you keep-”

you inhale, body barely moving, and even this is too much for him. xavier completely leans back from you and tears his own shirt off; light hair splaying around his head as the shirt lands on the floor. he pushes you back slightly, until your thighs are resting on his thighs, away from his lap.

he tugs at the waistband of your sweatpants. “do you want to keep these on?”

and he’s sincere, waiting for you so patiently, despite the slack in his jaw and the glaze over his eyes. you come onto your knees, sitting up enough to push the pants down to your shins; he reaches behind you and pulls them all the way off.

he takes you in again, in nothing but your panties, like he isn’t sure if he’s really awake- despite being the one to instigate this encounter in the first place.

instigator, you think. it’s the perfect term to describe him. 

after a moment of polite gawking, he pulls on your waist like a handlebar; drags you back to him so you’re sitting with your thighs spread and balanced on either heel. as evil as he secretly is, he watches you as he brings his fingers to your panties; running his knuckles along the clothed surface of your core before pulling the fabric aside.

you gasp; one hand covering your mouth. he smiles sweetly. thunder follows.

“see?” he says, pawing innocently at your folds before running the back of his hand over the bundle of nerves there; quick to drag them slowly down again, and up again, over and over. “you needed something to distract you.”

you’re looking down, trying to see what’s happening; his face is somewhat visible, as it has been, but his hands and your thighs are not. 

xavier tests one finger at the base of your cunt; to see what you’ll do, how wet you are. his mouth falls open.

“oh…”

you’re not sure if he’s making fun of you or if he’s just shocked; but more likely than not, it’s the latter, because his eyes are big as dimes when he looks up at you, reclined against the arm of the sofa, with you on top of him.

you’re trying to remember when you got into such a compromising position. 

“can i?” he amends himself. “do you want me to?”

you almost can’t answer, so you nod, and a moment later, manage, “yes, p-please.”

‘please’ seems to set him off. his middle finger slips inside of you easily, meeting no friction. at first, you try to watch; feeling his wrist moving up and down as he pumps inside of you. then he adds a second finger and you don’t even try to look anymore, letting your head fall back.

you feel his eyes on you as you do this, pressure building in your lower belly. 

“does this feel good?” he asks, all sincerity.

“s-so good.”

“look,” he whispers.

there’s a warmth in you before you do, but even then, you can’t guess what you’re about to see- a light, faintly glowing, illuminating the thin flesh around your pelvic bones and fading out over your navel. his hand, inside you; glowing.

“xavier!” you scold. 

for a moment, he changes nothing; he watches the light wax and wane as his fingers move inside you, and you watch it, too- despite your immense humiliation- both of your mouths hung open. you aren’t sure if you’re about to curl in on yourself from embarassment or pleasure, but xavier must see the strangled expression on your face, because the light goes out.

“you get embarassed so easily,” xavier remarks, leaning forward with one hand still inside you. he uses the other to brush your damp hair out of your face, and runs the pad of his thumb over the lines on your cheeks and eyelid; places where your face was smushed into his sweater. “look at me. do you see me?” 

“k-kind of.”

he smiles, movements never slowing. you squirm in his lap, vying for more despite his steady pace. 

“i think about you,” xavier murmurs into your neck. “everyday. all the time. there’s nothing you could do that i wouldn’t want you for. don’t you see?”

you nod, emboldened by his words, thinking that you should thank him but too busy thinking about other, more immediate things.

as you’re squirming in his lap, you push forward, finally; sit on the hard length of his cock. his fingrers curl inside you and you whine.

xavier hisses and exhales. he looks up at you; the marble of his eyes shining in the dark.

“do you…” you pant, struggle. “do you want to…”

xavier nods. he keeps nodding, at first, and doesn’t even say anything- he sits up to wrap and arm around your waist and he’s still nodding. then:

“yes,” he murmurs into your ear. “i didn’t-”

you grind onto him again. his fingers leave you, steadying himself with that now unoccupied hand. 

“…w-want- god- please, don’t…”

so you wait, feeling guilty again, but of course, he doesn’t mean do nothing- you realize moments later, he’s just begging you to slow down.

“i didn’t want to ask,” xavier continues throatily, gently lifting you off of him to roll down the waistband of his own sweatpants. “i didn’t want you to think i’d be disappointed if you said no.”

you smile at him, sick at how sweet he is. “i want to. please.”

he’s kissing you as he finally kicks off his sweatpants- you feel him buck his hips up as only his underwear remains. maybe, if you could see anything, you would have lingered in this moment a little longer. but you’re barely any help as he kicks those off, too; uses his own strength to hold your hips in the air over him, not setting you down.

“are you sure?” xavier pants.

“i am extremely sure.”

he inhales shakily and leans forward to press you to his chest, adjusting himself under you; then he sets you down, lowers you onto his cock. 

both of you gasp; you inhale so sharply it stings. you can’t see him, can’t see anything but his blown-out pupils- but you’re full, completely, as he takes your hips in his hands and asks:

“are you tired?”

his voice is trembling, but not desperate; he’s trying not to buck up into you, you’re sure. 

you can’t lie, so all you do is nod. your entire body buzzes, your head swims; you are exhausted, but you do want him.

xavier nods, pressing a kiss to the plane between your breasts. “that’s okay. just relax.”

and he is ridiculous for saying this, because then, he begins to move you himself; sliding you up an down on his length, slowly and gracefully at first- until you moan over him, and he seems to crack, bouncing you up and down to his liking.

“x-xavier…” you whine, but he’s relentless. 

your hands landing on his chest as you droop forward only egg him on. he presses one hand flat to your back, forcing you to collapse onto him, then goes back to moving your hips. he’s pounding into you, his breath and his voice strangled and fast in your ear, but his heart still beats slowly in his chest- the rhythm of it is intoxicating to you. you listen, one ear pressed into the space between his collarbones: 1…2…3…

you realize, now, that the slow heartbeat is just what’s providing his inhuman stamina: he’s anything but calm. 

“you don’t know…” xavier murmurs, rocking in and out of you, sounding very far away. “you don’t even know…”

“know what?” you manage. 

“how much i think about you. how much i want you- you don’t…”

he sits up suddenly, your head draping over his shoulder, and continues to move you up and down; hot inside you. your legs are practically numb. the coil in your stomach tightens and releases, threatening to unfurl; you’re not sure how long it’s been. your head falls back and xavier catches it, pausing to press kisses to the column of your throat. you squirm, now settled onto his lap again; cock still inside you. 

xavier grabs your hips and seems to be restraining himself from holding you still.

“if you do that, i can’t- i’ll-”

you know what he’s going to say, so you keep doing it. xavier latches on to your neck with his mouth as you grind on top of him, exhausted, but it’s enough. one of his arms is still looped around your waist, squeezing the flesh of your hip. the other draws tracks through your hair, and stops to grab a fistful at the top of your head; you moan, but he doesn’t release you- clearly not knowing his own strength, how tightly he’s gripping you. 

that’s it for you; the sensation low in your belly blooms as his cock twitches inside you.

he bites down on your shoulder when he cums. not nearly hard enough to hurt (he would never), but it’s so unbridled and unexpected that you come undone on top of him moments later; allowing him to squeeze you to him and pull you both back to lay flat on the sofa.

for a moment, there is only quiet rain and heavy breathing. xavier lifts his hand to pluck the hair out of your face again, running his fingers over those same lines on your cheeks that he must be able to see through the dark- how unfair, it is, that he’s been able to see practically the whole time, and you’ve been nearly blind.

a clap of thunder bursts somewhere in the distance. you’re busy panting, pawing around for xavier’s face in the dark.

“see? you’re not even thinking about the thunder anymore,” he breathes. “you must have had a good distraction.” and then, both endeared and confused, he asks, “what are you looking for?”

“i’m trying to find your head so i can smack you.”

[connorsui]

♡|| IMAGINE: Jealous Xavier confessing to you

Note: You become the invisible incarnation of the unseen ideal for this man

" I worshipped you

I grew jealous of anyone that you spoke to

I wanted to have you all to myself

I was only happy when I was with you

When you were away from me, you were still present in my work

If I could never tell you this, you would not have understood. I hardly understood myself.

I only know, and I knew then ...that I had seen perfection face to face, and the world had become wonderful in my eyes.

Darling ... From the first moment I met you, your personality had the most extraordinary effect on me.

I was dominated.

So brave ...and powered by you

You became for me the invisible incarnation of that unseen ideal"

I love my manz xavier being all romantic 🩷

[xavierzito]

– thou are not an angel, yet a divers creature.

vampire!prince!xavier x lightseeker!fem!reader

synopsis: you are invited to a ball. there, you encounter a familiar but unknown figure; or, more precisely, he encounters you. his presence is everything charming and alluring, from his posture to his delicacy to his scent. ❝"i have been waiting for you," lumiere repeated making you turn to face him with a jump. "i have waited for so long, my dear." his tone always calm and soothing. as odd and sudden as the message being conveyed by the blond was, your body reacted in a totally contrary manner, sighing into his presence, yearing to be drank by his words.❞

word count: 4.750

warnings: blood-drinking, historical au, a little bit of ooc xavier because he's a vampire so his wants and needs are more hm amplified, possessive xavier, stalkerish xavier (?), neckbiting, marking. not proofread sorry...

the heavy keys of the manor's piano would get pressed by your delicate fingers as they together performed a melody that resonated through the dim wooden halls. as a lightseeker, your responsibility was to train relentlessly, as your final goal was to protect his majesty; however, when you were not sparing and overworking your body to near death, you carefully created more calluses on your fingers by decorating the air with piano tunes. curiously, the tunes you played might begin differently but they would always end up in the same euphony, one which was so familiar but unknown simultaneously. today's event that prevented the lightseekers from exercising their obligation was your royal highness' ball, a long-speculated event after the rumours of a recovered prince who went through a harsh mysterious illness. you had never met him, as his sickness was such a secretive matter, few trusted men were allowed near the prince's wing of the manor.

together with the song you played carefully, raindrops gently hit the nearby window that enlightened the room with the sunset's faintest orange glow. the more you listened to the theme created by your fingers, the more you craved to look into your memories to try and find where it came from. your eyes eventually close, mind venturing into a void of stars scattered through your vision, more stars appear as your digits dance through the ebony and ivory keys. while the melody progressed, a constellation started to form behind your eyes, until it vanished with the sound of an interrupting voice.

"i didn't know you could play." you flutter your eyes open and meet the girl's purplish brown irises with a grin on your lips.

"neither did i. i felt like playing, so i did." tara approached your seat, straightening some folded cloth on her deep wine-coloured dress. "but every time i play, it always comes back to the same melody, even if i try to play a different one." tara giggled.

"perhaps your soulmate keeps humming that song over and over again so you keep playing it over and over again." the girl suggested with a smile and you returned with a silent chuckle, as you got up from the piano's bench and delicately dragged it to it's original place under the piano.

"can i tell him to stop? i deeply wish to play other songs." you joked as the only light sources illuminating the room were the lit-up candles of the ceiling candelabrum. the rain never ceased, having been raining since the early morning. as you finished responding to your companion, the sound of metal knocking against the main door's wood alerted both of the escort's arrival.

"ready to dance?" tara asked smiling from one ear to another, holding your hand anxiously as she led the way to the entrance, getting the two capes out of the hanger that was by the door, one matching tara's own wine dress and the other matching your white one, which was actually tara's. the creamy white cape was made with satin, and it's hem was a matching tone of fur, the same one that could be found at the hems of the dress's delicate cloth. the same satin on the dress and cape was found at the gloves being worn by your hands.

the two anxiously wore their capes and bonnets, tara already opening the door to meet a lightseeker colleague who offered two spots at his carriage on the way to your royal highness' ball. once you entered the vehicle, for a reason, you started to feel nervous, heart rate increasing as the sound of the horses' hooves synchronized with the rain pouring. it was not too long until you arrived at the ginormous palace; as the carriage entered the gates, the garden overflowed with life as a rich green decorated it. many other carriages were lined up in front of the large stairs that led inside. once the vehicle was close enough to the steps your colleagues put on their intricately ornamented masks; the male lightseeker, wore a face mask, while you and tara wore eye masks.

it was an intriguing decision to make the prince's first hosted ball a masquerade, almost as if he wanted to force the guests to figure out who the prince was. as you entered the main hall, quickly not to get soaked by the rain, you were almost baffled by the amount of people present. if it wasn't for the magnitude of the palace's ballroom many would be taking a shower under the cold rain, you included. but as many people as there were, it wasn't crowded, guests were well distributed between the centre, where many were dancing, and the corners, where many more drank and gossiped. and that is all they were: guests, completely anonymous and mysterious.

for a moment tara was speechless, staring and admiring the rich gothic walls of the well-lit palace, much like you, however, the starstruck daze was cut short by a tall man with a monochromatic black suit, shoes and mask who invited the girl in a swiftly rapid move, almost not giving her time for her to hand her cape and bonnet to you. you mouthed a "have fun!" to your much more excited friend, who responded with a "i will!".

when you were finally let alone you could not shake the feeling of scopaesthesia off. and not just any look, an active, perforating stare drank your figure that was now exposing more skin as your satin fingers slid the gentle cape off your shoulders and onto your palms, together with the other cloak. as you handed the pair to a nearby servant, a song, different from the other already being played, resonated from another room almost unnoticeably as its' sound was awfully faint. but to you, the melody was clear as day, no matter how far it could be, so you followed it. you crossed the room entirely, following the lines of colourful stained glass along the tall brick walls that led to a narrow corridor. the droplets fell over the glass as if following the same rhythm you so desperately were searching for, the confined hall almost obligating you to listen to the rain.

as you ventured deeper into the corridor, the less you could see from the past ballroom you were before, as the other end was now engulfed in darkness. the only light source in the corridor was the moonlight creeping in by the windows and occasional lighting, that would later strike furiously as you reached the middle of this never-ending aisle. as the light roared in the sky, the sound of a door closing banged behind you, making goosebumps travel from the top of your spine to the very end. "i could swear i did not see a door when i entered this passage." you thought to yourself, already picking up the pace of your walk until you finally reached the end of the corridor.

waiting for you was a spiralled staircase made out of refined stone that seemed to canalize the melody, so you followed it, feeling your head starting to spin from the constant spinning of your rapid pace on the steps, now making your vision go blurry and slowly darken. once your vision was pitch black you closed your eyes, and as soon as you opened them again, a second lightning struck, illuminating the wooden door ahead of you. you felt your chest shake as your breathing became accelerated. the eyes watching you never left, you still felt a deep stare boring into your face. your hands and knees felt weak, even though you weirdly felt as if you had not climbed the entire staircase. yet, none of these aspects were stopping you from opening the only thing separating you and the calling chime of the piano that was now banging near your eardrums.

using your right hand, the heavy door opened before you after a bit of struggle with its weight. there was the piano being played by imaginary fingers, the same way you were playing previously. your heels slowly clicked against the wooden boards as you started to approach the imposing instrument. a voice called your name, it was faint and barely noticeable. you got closer to the piano, the melody became louder and your name was called a second time. you approached the keys, and as your index finger, covered by the creamy satin glove, glided closely across them, a third lightning struck, making the room glow by a split second, revealing the pair of cool blue eyes, with a faint red sparkle, that were staring at your figure from the moment you stepped into the palace. finally, as you could have barely registered the seductive eyes calling you, the voice called you again with more intensity causing your eyes to flutter open.

"y/n! are you alright? we are here." tara exclaimed, her tone expressing excitement, but her slightly furrowed brows showed a slight concern towards your previous slumbered state. your eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light from outside of the carriage, light sources being blured by the thick layer of fog on the ground. as you looked to your left, the man that previously offered his vehicle for you and tara for a lift, was now standing under the gushing rain with an umbrella turned to the open door of the car.

"i apologize profoundly. i do not know what got to me." you reply mannerly, already taking the hand of the man and getting outside as to not delay their arrival more than you already did. you extended your hand to your friend as well, opening your mouth to explain the strangest of dreams you just had, moreover not being able to vocalize anything as you did not remember. tara descended from the cabin, after pointing to her own mask, signalling for you to put yours over your eyes as well, taking the same hand previously extended to you and rushing to the palace's steps, now protected by big and extended tents of an expensive fabric.

as you carefully climbed up the steps, you could not get rid of the strong sense of familiarity or even, deja vu. everything looked so familiar yet so different, as if something was out of place, but you didn't know what exactly. you reached the top and crossed the entrance gates, two different stewards carefully tended your cape and bonnet, as well as tara's.

"is everything alright?" your friend asked again in a whisper, sounding more curious than worried; you two walked side by side, approaching the ballroom that blasted dance symphonies.

"yes! absolutely, i just feel like i should have remembered something important, that i didn't." you explained in an equal whisper, realizing you sounded even more confusing as you verbalized this convoluted feeling not even yourself could decipher it completely.

"maybe you forgot your bottoms at home." her joke could have gone unnoticed to you if you hadn't made an effort to understand her, as the girl's whisper was so subtle. you giggled at her playfulness and mouth a "i wish. " back at her, as both of you smiled.

when you arrived at the party's centre, guests were naturally disposed between the dancers and the "gossipers", the firsts dominating the interior of the hall and the latter the different corners. the room was illuminated by a dozen different chandeliers and long, fanciful carved candles. you felt less anxious than you thought you would be, based on previous balls you had attended. as you observed the lively manner of the couples dancing and swinging around in each other's arms, two men, one in a navy suit and the other in a similar wine tone to tara's dress introduced themselves to you.

"good evening, ladies." the now similar half-masked man announced, as he and the other man bowed their heads in your direction. you probably realized later than tara, as her giddy giggles indicated her soon recognition, but the man who first spoke was jeremiah, a fellow lightseeker as well. however, the man next to the curly-haired boy was still unknown. "we're enchanted. would you consider granting us your first dance?"

primarily you were a bit confused as to why jeremiah's acquaintance was not even introduced, or why he did not mind even informing his name, then it clicked, part of the mystery of the masks was keeping each perspective identity concealed. seemed the friend of your friend was taking the theme very seriously, you thought.

both men extended their clothed palms towards the both of you and for a split moment you glanced at tara's enthusiastic smile for reassurance, she, obviously, took jeremiah's hand first.

"you may." the short-haired girl announced, already being pulled to the dance floor. your eyes darted back to the waiting man, almost choking back. his purplish irises, which matched his lilac locks were curiously waiting for your palm to lay on his. "m'lady?" he asked, standing tall compared to your smaller figure.

"yes," your fingers met his in a delicate touch, feeling attentive eyes now observing your every move, almost regretting your decision. "you may." as you finished your declaration, the symphony which was being played by the many musicians present came to a halt, indicating the forthcoming of the next dance. you relaxed your body, feeling your chest weight down.

the mystery acquaintance led you to the ballroom, eyes fixated on your figure. however, you could sense that his eyes were not the only ones keeping track of your every move. in fact, his began staring way after the other pair, so you looked around as you and your partner lined up in a parallel line of ladies and gentlemen. you looked to your right, scanning the many masked individuals and nothing, you did the same to your left and nothing as well, until the musicians started with a too-familiar melody, the first to play was the pianist. as your feet moved involuntarily, within the same choreography as the other ladies, your eyes darted at the piano. delicate notes echoed throughout the room, together with the sound of the rain falling against the stained glass.

you were close to the musicians sufficiently to be able to spy on the ones behind each instrument. a slender, pale man occupied the seat behind the keys, eyes slightly shut as the euphony came as second nature to the man. his suit was one which almost matched your own, a creamy, almost beige off-white that hugged his body in such exact proportions. his gloves were completely white, seeming to be made of cotton, the back of his hand holding a gentle but emasculating needlework. his hair was long and light grey, tied in a low ponytail by a lacy ribbon that matched the colour of his suit. finally, the man wore a two-toned silver mask, that covered his eyes only.

"you seem distracted." your partner commented as you joined hands and slowly spun to the theme's rhythm. your eyes came back to his, being taken out of what seemed a sort of incantation. you blinked mesmerized at the sight you had just seen, not believing you were dancing to the mystery song you had deeply programmed into your brain and fingers.

"my apologies. i think i might know this song, do you?" your heart beat accelerated, pupils starting to dilate little by little as the song progressed and the violinists got ready to join in the symphony. your eyes shifted to the piano again and the previous glowing figure was not there anymore, but someone else on his place, you could almost feel your body frown as you got closer to your partner who was ready to hold your waist and bring your torse close to his.

"i do." a different voice answered your question, sending cold shivers from the top of your spine to the bottom, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as you turned your gaze to the man you were so desperately searching for. his voice was calm and soothing, virtually like a sedative to your soul. that did not prevent your heart from beating hurriedly against your ribcage, frequency which, from the closeness of your torsos, your new partner could probably feel against his own. once you looked into his eyes, you could not prevent from drowning in his indigo ones, which had an unexpected crimson spark to them. they brought comfort and warmth, making you want to stare at them until infinity.

the both of you twisted in each other's embrace as the violins entered the melody. his touch over your waist was tender, cradling your figure with the delicacy of a feather. you unknowingly tried to mimic this softness with your touch over his right shoulder. his presence felt like home, accompanied by the song, his whole being glowed like an ethereal creature, like an angel. a moment of comfortable silence passed by until the fog of his allure wandered briefly, clearing your mind enough to introduce yourself with a shy presentation of your name.

"i know, i've been waiting for you," the man responded, adding the second observation closely to your ear in a whisper, his lips grazing softly at your earlobe, sending a second shiver across your body. "i'm lumiere."

"you play beautifully, lumiere." you complimented, feeling exponentially more attracted to the blond man as the minutes ticked. your voice matched his own, senses completely overwhelmed by the soothing scent of lavender and vanilla contrasting with the husky smell of leather and musk coming from lumiere.

"thank you, i must do justice to such a beautiful melody, don't you think?" his question sounds more rhetorical than an actual query, but you can only respond with a slow nod.

with that, as part of the assigned steps, you and lumiere part ways in opposite directions, finally stopping at a distance of 4 meters from each other, your eyes never leaving him, and his never leaving yours. you saunter to your right, his figure following you at the same pace and path until there's a halt to everyone's movement. each couple strides towards one another again, except for you and lumiere; the man continues marching at your right until he reaches the end of the ballroom. when he makes sure you are still following him, he turns his back to you, giving a rapid glance at your figure, then walking forward towards a narrow corridor, parallel to the many lined-up windows which protected all from the storm.

once you enter the hall, you yet again have a sensation of deja vu, transpiring destiny being unfolded. a lightning struck, revealing the tall figure ahead of you, still crossing the hall. instinctively you look back waiting for the door to close, however, it never happened as the corridor had no door. once you returned your gaze to your previous partner his steps had ceased until your gaze met his once more. when you began to reach the end of the passage you could barely see a meter ahead, following with nothing but instinct, in advance of seeing shimmers of light close to lumiere's silhouette. the glint was suddenly lost as the tall shadow made a sudden turn to the left.

when you arrived at the intersection, you were faced with a tower of stone steps leading to the top of a tower, yet, when you looked to your left, there was the faint light waiting for you; almost as tempted by a reality that never happened, your eyes flickered between the staircase and the man waiting for you. this time he did not wait, as the passageway was shorter and his destiny was at the very end of it. a second lighting struck, illuminating the masked individual opening the final wooden door. once you saw him completely disappear into the room you felt alone, solitary, your chest felt heavy and the flirt with the stone-made stairs was now broken with your feet swiftly leading you to the chamber.

when you entered the accommodation, the night sky's light lit up the closed instrument in the middle of it. the ivory piano, with golden stripes as details, was with its top board closed, not ready for it to be played, chords concealed within its interior. you cannot fight the whim to approach the large mechanism, so you do, and a final lightning strikes catching you off guard, making you yelp ever so slightly. your reaction causes a different one to come from right behind you, a strong chest touching your back, accompanied by a faint breath hitting the back of your head.

"i have been waiting for you," lumiere repeated making you turn to face him with a jump. "i have waited for so long, my dear." his tone always calm and soothing. as odd and sudden as the message being conveyed by the blond was, your body reacted in a totally contrary manner, sighing into his presence, yearing to be drank by his words.

"how so, lumiere?" you ask coyly, being led into the centre of the room by the forced proximity created by the towering man over you, until your back finally touched the cold material of the white instrument. while swimming in the deep blue of lumiere's eyes, you could faintly listen to the playing orchestra, almost numbing you to the sensation of his fingertips grazing against the skin of your face, delicately creating patterns until he could feel your body relax under his touch.

"you are my destiny, darling." he replied by grabbed your cheeks cautiously as if he were picking up a piece of porcelain, the tenderness of his touch almost urging you to snuggle into his palm but you resist. once you negate the impulse you can observe an instant after the slight furrowing of his brows and batting of eyelashes, almost as if his eyes were unwillingly communicating a particular message. "and i am yours, wouldn't you agree?"

"i… i am afraid i have yet to know you in order to answer that." your voice cracks and becomes timid as his hold shifts from your face slowly to your neck, your hands finding their way to the spruce surface behind you and hold it in response to lumiere's cold breath against your face making you shiver. the man giggles slightly at your rather composed response, sliding his free hand to the back of your head that held the bow which kept your mask in place. his fingers slid against the skin of your arm, to your jaw, until it reached the ribbon.

"oh, you know me. do you not recall?" he inquires against your ear, non-challant, such making your heart skip a beat, then two, and finally three. when you regain your heartbeat's stabillity, a loud thunder strikes revealing the answer to all of your previous deja-vu's, and finally, you remember who the host of this unreal ball is. you try to mutter his title, but your lips tremble and your words get lost inside your throat. "you know my name, go ahead…"

"xavier." you call his name and you can feel a weight falling from both of your bodies, together with your mask that is removed by a sly movement. his mask is next, and now you can finally inspect every inch of the blond's beauty, and while you do so your breathing picks up, chest heaving against the male's body.

"i'm glad we were able to find eachother tonight, y/n," lumiere, or now, xavier declares as his lips skim against your feverish cheeks. "you never fail to find me, and you never fail to claim me as your own when you do. you are everywhere i go, you are everywhere to me." his words when listened to sound criptic, but at your core, you understand and hold yourself not to melt into his embrace. "but i need to make you mine as well."

the prince's final sentence sounds almost melancholic, you can sense a pinch of urgency in his tone but it is buried by a heavy sense of longing and almost desperation. even if you wanted to deny his words, your body could not, your mind did not dare to opose it. thus, when xavier landed a peck to your cheek, you let go of any self-control left and let your instincts guide your actions. when his nose drew a line from your face to your jaw, you tilted your head to your left, resting against the male's right hand that was still craddling your face with upmost kindness and care.

the blond's left hand rested at your nape holding your body squished against his, making you share your raging heat with his strangely cold one. the breath and caresses against your bare skin made your hairs stand up, his mouth would later become agape and sharp teeth would tease your soft tissue, but he soon would interrupt himself with a request that would leave your rib cage rippling in anticipation.

"i need to hear you say it, dear." he whispered seductively, each word carerfuly envelopped with honey.

"please." you spilled pathetically, and by doing so, the long haired prince in an immediate response layed your figure choicellly against the piano's lid; now, you could feel every single part of his body, every fabric that covered it and every sensation he could feel. as you layed your head against the hard wooden surface, xavier's right thumb swipes against your humid lower lip, that trembled ever so slightly.

the man, satisfied with your plead, opens his mouth once again and slowly perfurates your neck with his pointed canines, that now, from the deep sting of pain from the wound, made you realize that might not be human at all. your suspicion is moreover confirmed when you feel his wet tongue glidding against your torn and bloodied collar. nevertheless, your preocupation is promptly fogged by the adrenaline rush that finally hits your system, making you squirm under his touch and body. xavier's lips dance around the wound holes made on your skin, not needing to make any sort of effort to capture the blood from your veins as it was already leaking out of your system. xavier marginally separates from you, making space for him to stare at his work, smirking at the blood drop flowing down your neck, followed by a stare deep into your blown-wide pupils. your body shook in response to his look, and once his azure eyes gleamed crimson, he licked the fluid that was close to staining your white dress, never breaking eye contact. both simultaneously squirm against each other, trembling together, your voice echoing in the room as you chanted the prince's name.

"i'm sorry, i'm not sure if i will be able to hold back." the starved man sounded completely delighted and appalled by his feast; but his apology was barely pointless as it was shortly followed by his teeth marking another bruise, but right above your right collarbone.

"xavier!" you yelp, rolling your eyes up, fluttering them shut, bringing your right hand to his waist and the opposite to his long locks, pulling them lightly as the blood-sucking royal extracted enough volume from your body to make you light-headed, airy huffs and high-pitched groans escaped from your vocal-chords.

from the light-headedness to the hormonal chaos within your system, you felt like going mad, but the more xavier drank from you, the more you seemed to enjoy the pain from it. the sting never went away, and the sensation of your ripped-open skin persisted, yet, you relished in it, you found pleasure, that could only be explained now on a chemical scale, in the pain created by such mutual devotion to each other. the song outside the room still played, and the man's movements seemed to naturally follow its rhythm. he held you close, the hand that rested until recent moments on your face, now against your waist.

as you were ready to drift off, xavier pulls himself off your skin with a groan and approaches your now-pale complexion, giving the corner of your lips a kiss that leaves a trail of your own blood on your cheek. the metallic smell permeates through the air, together with his intoxicatingly unique perfume. before you finally close your eyes, xavier hold your head with his left palm and whispers to you:

"no matter how many times it takes, no matter where you are… i will find you."

aaand SCENE! i hope this is not disappointing hah, i know i procrastinated this like a lot and it's not even funny but here it is! finally! i am definitely going to write a part 2 eventually because i just love to indulge into this vampy xavier,,, thing i have, but please! let me know if you enjoyed it and if you'd like a part 2 and/or a eventual vamp!xav smut ( ՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞ ) my requests are open and you're free to send anything you'd like! thank you for reading!

[zaynesplushiekiller]

I loved your Zayne post and I need to see you make one for Xavier NOW. Heart emoji

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"happy birthday." his voice is soft and serene, and you barely even rise when xavier shakes you awake. he sounds like an angel, and his words don't register until he's practically shaken you off the bed.

the curtains to your bedroom are open and the sun has begun its dance on your covers, but not enough to disturb you and shine on the pillows. xavier definitely timed this, didn't he?

"happy birthday to you~ happy birthday to you," he sings, helping you sit up in bed and placing a small wrapped present on your lap. "did you forget? today is your day."

no, you didn't forget, but it's early in the morning and you're surprised that xavier is even up. for someone who sleeps on the job at any given opportunity... he's awfully chipper today.

"why are you up so early?" you ask, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. there's a smell of breakfast food in the air and for a second your heart picks up its pace- oh no, he didn't try to cook, did he?!

"what's with that look in your eyes?" he asks, sitting next to you on the bed. "i woke up early to wrap your present and order some breakfast... don't tell me you're so shocked i can do that?"

the look of calm settling over your face tells him more than your words. he wants your reaction to be overdramatic but he knows himself better than anyone, save for you.

"you should open your gift now."

after taking a moment to wake up fully, you tug open the ribbon on the small present. it's not the neatest design you've ever seen, but it looks like xavier really tried to make the ribbon look good. complemented with the wrapping paper that was just your favorite color... when had you even mentioned that you liked it so much?

it's a small jewelry box, and you open it without much thought. this isn't the first birthday you've gotten cute jewelry as your present but... the ring inside looks awfully nice, doesn't it?

xavier takes the box out of your hands and kneels down next to you on the bed, and it feels like you've been hit by a truck. you've been up for maybe three or four minutes and... he's proposing? what??

"is it too soon?" he asks, taking note of your wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. he can practically see your heart thrumming out of your chest and the way your cheeks flush such an intense red, it almost worries him. "to ask you to marry me...?"

ugh, xavier, that jerk! proposing to you with your hair still messy from sleep, and you haven't even put lotion on!

it's silent for a few more seconds before you realize that he's looking at you with his puppy eyes, and you scramble to get out of the bed to pull him into a hug or kiss or something in between, the action is rushed because 'no, of course it's not too early, i can't believe we're going to get married', but he loves the gesture all the same.

"i was going to wait until we went out tonight but i- i couldn't. i can't wait any longer."

'xavier, xavier, xavier,' you think, 'what am i going to do with you?'

he slips the ornate diamond ring onto your finger, and the action finishes your thought for you.

'i'm going to marry you.'

[shinuko]

sfw. 0.7k. sweet bf xavier (the gamer x book reader 'trope'… loosely?). dedicated to @planetxiao (WOO!! mothe comeback!!!) valorant terms and characters used (obviously not mine!) use of gendered terms (e.g. bro, dude, etc) in a casual way, he picks you up, suggestive ending(?)

The hushed turning of pages isn't audible over your teammates screaming bloody murder in your ears. Your grip on the mouse is tight, sweat making your fingers slip and misclick every so often, firing shots at nothing, and your eyes, unblinking, stare wide-eyed at your monitor.

“Bro! Our Fade sucks!”

You scoff but ignore the jab.

“How did you miss that?! They were right there! You coulda knifed them they were so close. Are you kidding?!”

Sighing, your fingers hover over the keyboard. You stare at the option to surrender as it pops up on your screen, the timer ticking down.

“Dude, FF.”

“Yeah, like it’s 1 to 6. There’s no way we can turn this around.”

“It’s ranked, Fade, come on. FF.”

Xavier places a hand gently on your shoulder. He points to your headset and mouse.

“Can I try?”

You blink at him, “Huh? I mean, are you sure? What about your book?”

“Finished it already. Getting a little bored…”

You glance behind you, the book is sitting on the corner of the bed, a piece of paper sticking out from the pages.

“Pfft—.”

He follows your eyes, realizing that he’s been found out, and shrugs. “Okay, maybe I just wanted to help.”

You laugh, rising from your chair in time for the next round. A dark look flickers over Xavier’s face as he puts on the headset, and you wonder what the team was saying about you this time.

But he looks to you, going back and forth between you and the game, staring cluelessly, not knowing what to do. A smile breaks on your face, he’s too cute. After giving him a quick rundown, Xavier's expression steels, determination permeating from him like some kind of magical aura.

Within seconds, the opposing Sage shoots him down. But he looks unfazed, watching as the rest of the team flails about uselessly.

"Ah, I think I got it now," he murmurs. "So it's like this."

You giggle behind your hand.

The next round begins, and Xavier is better. He's good. Too good. And for his first time? Your jaw drops as he easily clutches the round.

"Xavier..."

His hands are still resting on the keyboard and mouse, but his head turns to look at you. Did I do good? he seems to say. You start to nod, hands coming up with two raised thumbs.

"You should go pro!"

He blinks at you, returning his attention back to the game, and smiles to himself. 2-7 becomes 3-7. Then 4-7, 5-7, 6-7. When you look again, it's already match point.

The opposing Reyna goes down by his shot, and green flashes on the screen. Xavier exhales softly, taking off the headphones and setting them down. His face is blank, expressionless, impassive. You can't help but stare (and fall all over again for him).

"You..."

"Hm?" Xavier reaches for you, his arms around your waist as he buries himself into your stomach. By habit, your fingers are in his hair, and he sighs, pleased. "Did pretty good, didn't I?" You look down at his sparkling eyes and laugh.

"Yeah, you did. Where did you learn to do all that?"

He looks to the side, as if thinking. "Learned it from the best?"

Your nose wrinkles, "'The best,' huh? I know you're not talking about m—"

"It's you," Xavier says, all matter-of-factly. A small smile creeps on your face, and you bend to press a kiss on the top of his hair.

Suddenly, you're in the air, tossed over his shoulder, and he lets you fall on the bed with a plop.

"Hey— Wha—?!"

Xavier climbs into the bed, beside you, tapping on his chest three times, signaling for you to put your head there and cuddle with him. You crawl over, playfully grumbling.

His hands find your hair, book in hand, and your arm hangs over his chest, cheek settling in the crook of his neck. Sighing, you trace small shapes into the fabric of his shirt. Xavier closes the book and rubs along your arm.

"There's actually something I've wanted to try..." He gives you a mischievous smile, flipping you onto your back. Towering over you, he raises your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss on your knuckles. "You up for it?"

[amqiii]

I want to start writing fanfics/headcanons for Xavier but I've got no idea what to write about 😭 😭 (someone pls send requests🙏)

[kissedcloud]

#2

[strwberri-milk]

Can i request lnd boys talking it through with us during readers first time 🥰 soft praises and reassurance 🥰🥰

im gonna do a thing where its just. what he's gonna say to you bc the act itself is p standard - def missionary and him being so so so gentle with his movements to prevent hurting you + lets him watch every expression you make - this is also just making me realise how like. my dialogue for smut really doesnt change too much omg they sound so similar erfeafoaf

His focus is primarily on your your face the whole time, looking at you intensely with every movement of his hips. He doesn't want to hurt you so he's going to take it slow, holding your hands as he gently whispers praise at you.

"You're doing perfectly for me. Yes, just like that."

"You feel perfect wrapped around me like that. I don't think I'll be able to last long. Hmm? No, that's a good thing. It means you're doing good."

"Please - just a little longer. I'm almost there."

"Don't hide your noises. I need to know if you feel as good as I do."

Xavier is very hands on. He's holding you tightly, keeping you in place as much as he can despite your squirming. His pace is unintentionally teasing, long slow grinds as he really savours every movement of his body against yours.

"No, I promise I won't hurt you. I'll take good care of you, I promise."

"You're so warm - I don't know how long I can hold back."

"Look at me. I want to see what faces you make."

"Just a little bit more. I know you can do it."

Rafayel is so sensitive to your touch - more than you ever thought he could be. He's always been receptive but the way he's acting right now, face buried in your neck as he slowly fucks you really takes the cake. You can't escape his presence at all - he's holding you tightly as he absolutely devours you.

"Don't look away from me - I've been dreaming of this moment for far too long."

"You - don't do that - I want to take my time with you."

"I need you so bad. Please don't hold back."

"Yes - yes, just like that. Keep going - you feel so good."

Sylus seems like he'd be rough with you but when you finally end up in his bed he's holding onto you tightly, keeping you pressed against his chest as he showers you in kisses. He loves everything about you and he really wants to make sure you know that.

"Yes kitten, just like that. I knew you could do it."

"Don't worry if you get tired. I told you I'll take care of you."

"Just lay back for me. You don't have to do anything - I'll make sure you feel good, I promise."

[ilovemitsuya]

the way he hugs and carries mc..

[chaos-in-deepspace]

Hear me out guys.

HEAR ME OUT

Going to a work function wearing shorts/dress/skirt and you don’t realize the back of your thighs have very clear bruising of hand prints on them. Everyone is a little confused since you’re always working and they haven’t seen you talk about a boyfriend at all.

Suddenly Xavier places his hand on your hip and they realize his hand size happens to be the same fucking size and shape of the bruises.

You’re so confused as to why Tara is hinting about you dating Xavier and you only realize when you’re home and see yourself in the mirror. Xavier didn’t say shit the entire night because like…nobody tried flirting with you when he was right there and his hand prints were very clearly on the back of your thighs.

[manikas-whims]

“will you be able to calm down if i tie your hands together?”

— Part 1/? of turning Xavier's questionable dialogues into short fics.

It was over.

You knew you were fucked the moment you saw a genuine flash of annoyance in Xavier’s usually serene, midnight blue eyes. In your defense, you were always messing with him, poking and prodding as you pleased because it was just so fun seeing his varied reactions and attempts to hold back his blush. And you thought it was alright to do so because he let you. He always let you.

But oh how wrong you had been.

One minute you were poking his neck with feather light touches of your finger tips, the next your wrists were bound together in front of you with an old scarf that had been lying on your coffee table for only god knows how many weeks.

Your eyes widened in realization of the situation you were in, and you fidgeted your hands in hopes of loosening the knot. “Xa–Xavier..”

The man in question tightened the knot ever so slightly in response, his lips curved up into a stern smile. “I’d warned you. Remember?”

Of course you remembered. How he had warned you that he'd tie up your hands if you don't stop with the teasing. Plenty of times in fact. You'd just never considered the possibility of him actually doing it. Quite literally at that!

You watched him scoot closer to you on the couch. Gone was the adorable bunny you loved pinching and patting. In this moment, he appeared nothing short of a lethal predator slowly prancing towards the unassuming and docile prey that you were.

You scooted away until your back hit the armrest and there was no room left to escape. You grinned sheepishly. “Is it too late for an apology?”

He scoffed, an eyebrow raised in amusement. “Playing innocent now, are you?”

You nodded meekly, your cheeks heating up. “Yes, um..I'm sorry??”

Unfortunately that didn't work at all.

“Since you're so free with your hands, how about I exercise some liberty as well?” He grabbed your tied wrists with one palm and lifted them over your head, his face now leaning closer to your own. His other palm slid along your neck, fingers stroking the skin torturously slowly. “How would you feel if I did this regularly?”

Your lips parted yet no words came out. And you tried to find some semblance of calm with deep intakes of breaths. “Xavier I..”

He ignored the plea in your voice, letting his palm go higher up your jaw, running his long fingers along the plumpness of your lips. “Understand that there are consequences to your actions. Dire consequences.”

He inched his face closer and your breath hitched, eyes fluttering closed of their own accord, anticipating those dire consequences he had been forewarning you about.

To your surprise, nothing happened for a few moments. And you wondered if this was how those small animals in documentaries felt when they were toyed with before being devoured by a beast.

You felt a tugging sensation upon your cheek and let out a soft sound, your eyes shooting open to realize the tugging was a result of Xavier's fingers on your cheek.

He pinched the cheek just hard enough to make you wince before letting go and chuckled triumphantly. “Just messing with you.”

Then he smoothly scooted away and picked up his book as if the events of the last few minutes hadn't occurred at all. As if you hadn't witnessed his personality switching at all. As if the entire thing had existed merely in your fantasies.

And when your breaths finally calmed a little, you realized your wrists were still tied up. You began fidgeting your hands again, your captive fingers helplessly trying to reach for the knot. “Xavier you! At least untie my hands!”

You only received another chuckle response.

this is very self-indulgent..Xavier Girlies look forward to more of these..✌️😆

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[odoraful]

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄.ᐟ

what happens when you don't use their pet name to call them?

⟡ content: zayne/sylus/xavier/rafayel x gn!reader; more dialogue heavy; silly and cute

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ZAYNE ⟡

“Can you help me put this on, Zayne?”

From the reflection in the mirror, you tried not to react at the twist in his brow and the momentary confusion in his eyes. Wordlessly, he moved behind you, fingers taking the necklace out of your hand. With his gaze focused on the task before him, you could see him open his mouth, hesitating to speak.

“Did I do something wrong?” he questioned.

Zayne’s deft hands carefully laid the chain around your neck, centering the pendent between your collarbones.

You plastered on your most innocent expression, despite the twinge of guilt you felt at his question.

“Hm? Why do you ask?”

Swiftly, he clasped the ends of the chain together. His eyes flicked towards yours in the mirror.

“You’re calling me by my first name. I thought pet names were an important step in a relationship for you.”

You nodded. “Yes, Zayne, I do think it’s an important step.”

His eyes narrowed at your continual uncharacteristic responses.

Folding his arms, he mused aloud. “It took you some time to drop the title ‘doctor’ for me and to just use my name. After we became official, you were quick to call me ‘love’.”

You fiddled with your necklace, trying to, impossibly, force away the heat from your face.

“So, either I did something to make you upset, or”—he leaned in close to you, the side of his face almost touching yours—“you’re playing a trick on me.”

You gave a mock frown. He cocked his head to the side, awaiting your response.

“Okay, okay, it was a prank.” Sighing, you surrendered to his deductions. “I wanted to see how you’d react, but you saw right through me,” you mumbled.

His lips quirked. “I’ve known you for long enough to figure these things out.”

Wanting to wipe off the amused look he had on his face, you quickly planted a kiss on his cheek. His face turned into surprise. He chuckled, shaking his head at your triumphant smile.

“Thank you for helping me, my love."

SYLUS ⟡

“Sylus, could you play that new record you bought?”

You called from the sofa. Standing by the record player, he turned to face you. The offence on his face was unmistakable as he placed his hands on his hips.

“Sylus?” he scoffed. “We both know that’s not what you call me.”

Your brows furrowed, feigning confusion. “What are you talking about? Isn’t that your name?”

“Sweetie,” he levelled a look scepticism at you, “that hasn’t been my name for the past month we’ve been together.”

“I still don’t know what you mean, Sylus.”

He paused. Gears turned in his head trying to unpack what was happening, much like he would do when reading the truthfulness of a dealer during a bargain.

“Y/N.”

You’ve never heard your own name being said in such a serious manner. Perhaps you got a taste of your own medicine.

“I’m not particularly fond of lose-lose situations.” The softness in his tone made you feel weak. “You can tell me if I’ve done something to annoy you. I won’t be angry.”

“Not at all!” you quickly blurted out. Unable to hide it any longer, you confessed. “You haven’t done anything to annoy me. I was just trying to pull a small prank.”

All the tension visibly released from his body. A relieved sigh escaped him. “You really do play some dangerous games, kitten.”

Playfulness returned to his voice. “Now then, how will you correct your mistake?”

“Honey,” you drawled out each syllable, making it sound as syrupy as the nickname itself, “could you play that new record you bought now?”

Sylus couldn’t help but laugh at your exaggeration. “Why of course.”

XAVIER ⟡

“Xavier, do you want to try this?”

Subtly glancing at his reaction from the kitchen, you saw his face immediately fall into a pout. The look was fatal, and it took all the willpower you had not to drop the ruse right then and there.

“That’s not my name,” he answered.

“What do you mean?” you chuckled, continuing to put icing on the sugar cookies you baked. “Of course it is!”

“No, it’s not,” he insisted.

Placing his book down, he walked to stand at your side by the counter. You avoided his eye contact, pretending that nothing was amiss.

Resting a hand under his chin, he began to think. “You usually call me bunny, sweetheart, sunshine, or darling.”

Your jaw dropped in amused shock. “You remember all the names I’ve called you?”

His mouth twitches. “There are some more, but… they might be a bit embarrassing to say aloud right now.”

That was enough to make you look at him with wide eyes.

“Xavier!” Your face turned pink as you slapped his shoulder. There was no force behind the hit, but enough to convey your embarrassment.

“You did it again. You used the wrong name.” He stuck his bottom lip out.

You gently poked at his cheek, trying to lift the corner of his lip upwards. “Come on, don’t be sad darling.”

Immediately, he brightened before you.

“It was just a joke I saw couples do online. I wanted to see how you’d react.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “And was my reaction satisfactory?”

“I think it was,” you smiled at him, "but it’s a shame I didn’t film it, it would’ve made for a good Moments post.”

He shook his head. “But, the nicknames we use are only for us.”

The finished cookie in your hand had a bite suddenly taken from it as Xavier leaned down to have a taste.

“I don’t want anyone else to know.”

RAFAYEL ⟡

“Are you ready to go yet, Rafayel?”

He continued to hum to himself, completely ignoring you. You folded your arms as you watched him busy himself with something trivial. He flung open a random cupboard and inspected what appeared to be an assortment of spare art supplies.

“Rafayel,” you called again.

He then turned his attention to the fishbowl in the centre of the room, where a small orange fish darted around.

“Reddie, do you hear something?” he asked, gazing so earnestly into the bowl. This fish paused its movement and stared back at his owner.

“Rafayel~” you sang his name aloud this time, extending the last syllable.

He gasped, apparently receiving some confirmation from Reddie.

“You hear something too? Thank god. I was thinking there must be something wrong with my ears.”

Surveying the room around him, Rafayel intentionally looked past you standing barely a few metres from him, tapping your foot against the wooden floorboards of his studio.

“It sounds like”—he continued—“some kind of voice. Someone familiar to me, but I can’t make out who it is.”

“Rafayel!” you shouted his name between fits of laughter. Only he could respond to your jokes with his own dramatics.

He sucked in a breath in puzzlement. “I wonder who this person is calling out to.”

“Baby,” you finally conceded, “I’m talking to you!”

It seemed like he couldn’t keep up the act either, as he started laughing with you.

“Took you long enough,” he huffed, moving towards you and linking your arm with his. “Otherwise, Reddie and I would have been searching for this phantom voice for the rest of the day.”

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