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THIS but the horny edition 🔞

Xavier is for the girls who like being edged over and over until they’re nothing but a sobbing mess. He’d take delight in your frustration and tearful eyes, call your dazed expression adorable. He’s a little sadistic like that.

Xavier is for the girls who enjoy getting overstimulated. You’re sobbing and screaming after orgasming and even squirting so many times but you let his fingers and tongue work you up just once more to see if you can handle it anymore or not. You’re a little masochistic like that.

Xavier is for the girls who enjoy rough and intense face riding. He likes it when you grab his head and let your cunt thrust back and forth against his face, moaning loudly every time the tip of his nose rubs along the sensitive folds. Sometimes he’s unable to breathe properly but the high of it all is too good for him to even care.

Xavier is for the girls who want to be treated like Queens but also wanna get fucked like common whores behind closed doors. You ask him to be as freaky as he wants to be, and he’ll flip the switch..his eyes will darken and then it’s from the bedroom to the balcony, against the wall, against the mirror, in the shower and on the floors..

Xavier is for the girls who like a soft-spoken, gentleman even in bed. He’ll talk you through your orgasms in his tender, soothing voice. He’ll tell you how pretty your flushed face looks, how pleasing it is to feel your walls clutching so tightly around his length, how good it feels when you gush around his cock.

i know posting this when Xavier’s branch is like a day away is a crime but I HAD TO 🤭

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Xavier. Linkon International Airport, 7:48am. Overcast sky. Gate 314B. Song

A03

p.s. tumblr can't format urdu properly!?!?

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She walked through the glass barrier and didn’t look back until the last second. And Xavier could almost see the mental debate ongoing inside her head; her mind battling her heart. 

She had always been like that. Looking back would make it harder. But she wasn't one to shy away from difficult things. So, right before the gate closed behind her, she turned. One last smile between the narrow gap of the door. One last wave. Glassy eyes, half-moon behind a smile. Xavier's brows furrowed as he smiled back. He swallowed and kept watching until she disappeared. 

She had to go back to her family in India for an emergency. Didn't know when she'd come back, how long they'd be apart. They had stayed up all night. Crying, kissing, making love, cuddling, crying again, touching each other as if sand was slipping through their fingers. Xavier couldn't leave with her because of missions. She'd be gone for at least a month, maybe more... 

They should've slept earlier. That would have been sensible. They had to leave home at five am at the least. But leaving her hand, letting her go, to not touch her face, not look into her eyes for the last time before months apart was harder than waiting two hundred years for a single glimpse of her face. He knew what sunlight felt like now and going back into the dark was akin to exposing a wound to salt. 

It was easier before. He was alone and had no expectations. When he'd saved her life as Lumiere, he'd expected nothing. He was a silent guardian; a distant watcher. Keeping the promise he made to himself that he'd never let anything happen to her. With or without being loved in return, it didn't matter. Only her safety mattered. In every life, every form, she'd always be safe. But then she met him that day during her first mission. Then she touched his hand, asked him out on a date, pressed her lips to his, said she wanted him and he was weak... 

I'm only a man.

He waited another two minutes. What for? He knew not. Then he turned toward the parking level, already dreading going to his empty apartment. 

It was easier before. 

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As Xavier was reversing her car he saw on the back floor: her sling bag. 

"Shit." he cursed softly. 

He tried calling her, but she didn't pick up. She was probably going through security. There was no point anyway. It's not like she can come back out... The hope to see her again died in his throat. 

Xavier: U forgot Ur sling bag.

He sent the message, stared at the screen for a minute, sighed and put the phone back down.

He slid the sling bag onto his lap, and opened it to check if she’d left something important. She'd taken too much baggage home: paid for extra luggage for gifts, souvenirs, clothes, food. But she was a meticulous woman. They had counted the bags, checked and rechecked the contents multiple times. This bag should've probably been inside the luggage. 

He opened it to check if she'd not forgotten something. Another souvenir perhaps. Inside: a small packet of chocolates, a few old-fashioned currency bills she swears they can 'use in an emergency', spare R-rank protocores and an envelope.

Plain. Unmarked. Sealed, but not tightly; as if done half heartedly. 

He paused.

There was no name written on it nor an address. It wasn’t stamped nor folded the way something mailed would be. Just an ordinary pale-white envelope tucked into the bag, slightly crumpled. He opened it, genuinely worried if it was her cover letter or something she needed to show at customs. 

The first thing he saw: Urdu writing. Her handwriting. The soft, looping script. Intimate and gentle but not pretty. It wasn't written in a way one writes letters. Not presentable nor tidy; it was a scribble. As if a confession; a letter never meant to be sent. 

She didn’t know he could read it because he had never told her. He’d started learning last year. Quietly. Slowly. For no reason other than her whispered curses in that Punjabi accent. The way her accent sometimes curled into certain sounds whenever she got emotional. Because he had once seen her smile at something her mother said to her and wanted to say the same thing to her. It was supposed to be a surprise and it will be. 

He started reading and from the very first letter he heard her soft spoken, raspy voice. The way she always whispered words when she was shy:

Kisise mohabbat insaan ko bohat kamzor kr deti hai. Mujhe inn saari cheezon se nafrat hai. 

Love can make a person weak, helpless... And I hate all of that. The need. The want.

His hands stilled.

Magar in sabke bawajood tum mere zindagi ke markaz bante ja rahe ho.

But despite it all, you are slowly becoming the center of my life.

Xavier's grip on the paper tightened involuntarily. He looked up and around as if second guessing he was reading it right, if his knowledge was faulty. He looked down again with a lump in his throat and kept reading. 

Tum mujhse puchte ho ki mujhe tumhari kya baat acchi lagti hai... Main tumse ye kaise kahu ki mujhe tumhari konsi baat acchi nahi lagti...

You ask me to tell you what it is that I like about you. But how do I tell you there is nothing that I don’t?

His brows furrowed almost in pain. 

Tumhara har waqt ki tawajjo. Tumhara jaan chidakne wala har andaaz. Harr baar jab tum mere maa baap ke ehteraam mein khade hote ho...

Your unwavering attention, no matter the time. The way you give it like a gift. The way your eyes shy away from me. The way your insight always touches my soul. The way you stand up when my parents enter a room.

His chest tightened. She saw all that in him? He imagined her writing this at night, on her clean and meticulously organised table. She must've been angry at herself for feeling too much again. Maybe listening to old bollywood music, maybe crying without knowing why. Maybe folding this up and putting it away because it felt too honest to send.

Main tumse ye kaise kahu ki main tumhare aage jhukne lagti hoon... Aur kya kuchh nahi... Magar ye sab mein tumhe kabhi nahi bataungi. 

How do I tell you I want to bow down; fall down to my knees in front of you? And God knows what else... But I will never tell you all this.

Tumhare har waade par hasoon gi... tumhari har baat ka mazaak udaungi. Kyunki sach to yahi hai ke mein tumhari barabari kabhi nahi kar sakti. Tum mujhe sangemarmar samajhte ho... to samajhte raho. Main tumhare samne rait ki deewar tak nahi ban sakti.

I will laugh at your every promise. I will tease you and make fun. Because the truth is, I can never be your equal. It's fine if you think I’m like a marble fort. But the truth is I can’t even hold myself up like a sand wall when I’m in front of you.

Mujhe tootne se khauf aata hai. Magar, mein phir bhi tumhe chahti hu. 

I’m afraid of breaking. But I still want you.

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That was all. No post script, no salutation. It ended like that. Xavier couldn't move for a good while. Staring at the paper and black ink. An airplane whirred loudly somewhere as it landed. Wind and rain beat against the car window but Xavier couldn't even hear himself breathe. 

Finally, he folded the letter, too tightly. His hands shook. They'd only been together for a year but it felt like a lifetime.

She loved him more deeply than he had dared to believe, more deeply than she was ready to admit. He thought her love was soft, intense, passionate all at once and that was more than enough, more than he deserved. But only now did he understand her devotion.

The dark voice in his head told him this wasn't addressed to him. Maybe for a past lover. He couldn't have made her feel this love. He couldn't inspire such poetry. But she'd told him once to listen to his gut, not the voices in his mind. And his gut told him this was for him. 

And he would be right. 

He leaned back in the car seat with a gentle thud, lips still parted. He took a deep breath to compose himself, rubbing a hand over his face. He stared outside and realised his eyes were just as blurry as the rain sheathed window. He let the pain of her absence settle like weight in his chest.

Then he opened his phone again. 

Xavier: I miss U already. Please come back to me soon. 

He would never mention the letter and she would never send it to him. 

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this entire thing was inspired by this pin i saw, idk if it actually from zindagi gulzar hair. I haven't watched the show in a decade atp, but whoever wrote it or if it's from the show, the credit for the letter goes to them. Thank you <3

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Based on this.

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I mean... that's the goal 🤭

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Can I ask for the Space boys swap bodies with MC? 😂

Swapping Bodies With Them- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x fem! Reader, Zayne x fem! Reader, Rafayel x fem! Reader, Sylus x fem! Reader genre/tags: suggestive content below, silly, fem! masturbation a/n: hihi anonnies! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i lovee the idea of swapping bodies it's such a silly idea like if i swap bodies with any them i would've started swinging it around til i started flying anyways i hope this was alright ! enjoy reading ! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

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Xavier:

He would have to teach you how to use his evol correctly since you almost flash banged the both of you.

Your poor pussy. He’d have your pussy throbbing from constantly touching himself in your body. He’d get dizzy from the amount of rounds he’s done. The amount of orgasms he’s reached was like a euphoric electric shock throughout your body and it was so addicting.

Xavier would definitely randomly hold your boobs just because he likes the feeling of them. He hates wearing bras and wants your girls to be free.

Once you swap bodies back, you’re going to have to deal with stomach pains and unexpected trips to the bathroom. During his time in your body, Xavier made and ate some of his questionable food combinations and your system wasn’t used to that.

Zayne:

He’s relieved that the person he’s switched bodies is someone that he can trust and someone that he loves. Almost ends up calling the hospital on your phone to call out of work for a couple days. He doesn’t want you to stress out with the workload he deals with while you’re in his body.

Zayne is most definitely taking advantage of this to take care of your health. He’s making sure you’re getting all the nutritious meals that you have been ignoring from him and that you’re getting the right amount of sleep and the right amount of exercise.

Y'know how we casually just grab out boobs randomly? Zayne would definitely do that with yours when you swap bodies and he loves it. He would casually knead one of your breasts or just casually hold it while he reads his patient report. Also gently squeeze it as if it’s a stress ball.

Rafayel:

He took so many cute photos of him in your body. He even went through your shared closet and tried on so many of your outfits and did a little spin in the mirror. Creates cute outfits for you and adds items to his shopping cart for you to wear when you switch bodies again. He even tries all your makeup and just casually did your eyeshadow and your eyeliner wings so perfectly.

He’s obviously going to get curious and play with your pussy. “cutie why does it take soooo long to finish. no wonder you need me. it only takes a minute when i’m in you.”

He would be so flattered when he sees himself in your body and your body is just immediately soaked. He didn’t know it would just be that easy.

He would get SO flustered when you pin him down or tease him in his body. He wasn’t used to being in your height and the size difference but he’s not complaining.

Sylus:

Big. Every inch of him is just big. So waking up in the morning with you in his body can be a little overwhelming especially knowing you got a third arm that drags to the floor in between your legs.

He doesn’t remember ever being this short in a long time so seeing you in his body, he can understand why he can be overwhelming.

He would get curious. His hands would roll upwards up to your breasts, rolling your nipples and kneading them. Then he would lower your hands to your ass, gently pinching them and he would notice the pool in your panties. “Ah, I see why you react that way when I do this to you sweetie.”

If you two were away when you two swapped bodies, he’d take your body out to a nice spa to have your body relaxed and taken care of. He'll also get your nails or hair taken care of while he's out.

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“I lean down..”

“Xavier lifts the strands of hair..and gathers them.”

“I can feel the strength of his grip.”

...

Y'all do you think Xavier gently tucks your strands, and you can feel the strength of his grip on your hair when you get on your knees and— 😵‍💫~♡

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after the Ghimlyt Dark rescue 🍃

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New job is really tiring so now I can only draw on the weekends 🥲but trust me I'm progressing my comic, please don't leave me 🥲

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Dravania Drama 🏔️ - some random Heavensward scenario after the moogles. They will get better (open in new tab to read maybe 🔎)

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Thousand spears long Dragonsong war...

(Available as a print)

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Caleb

MOODBOARD

In every life, we'll always find each other.

Still moodboard:

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Heavensward Estinien i love you

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it wont wash off

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with eyes ever heavensward

redrawing some frames of the heavensward trailer with my wol and his canon! it's still my favourite of all the FFXIV cgi trailers..

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"A Hero's Companion"

Commissioned art of Haurchefant Greystone with his little black chocobo (as a chick!) from Final Fantasy XIV. I loved working on this one so much. <3

Brand new art prints now available in my Etsy Shop!

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