#;xavier threads

[lcngdays]

@endtown from [ here ]

"ugh." Xavier sighs, trying not to appear as irritated as he truly was. It was difficult, but he thought he was managing pretty well! "i didn't come in here to harass you, you know. i just wanted to ask you a few questions about the town. i just moved here with my brothers."

[goldenstring6123]

Lnds: Favorite Piece of clothing

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, MDNI, AFAB!reader, Fem!reader

Author's note: Quickly wrote this while procastinating on another prompt :p

Zayne:

Zayne likes your nightwears, specifically the pink mini dress that was almost see-through. You looked pretty on them, they were frilly and fluffy, hugging your breasts while flowing freely to cover the important stuff halfway up your thigh. What's more, was that it had some matching underwear which he lets you wear while he fucks you senseless against the window of the hotel.

Rafayel:

Rafayel likes the skirts. It doesn't matter what type; it could be the puffy ones, the type that hugs your hips, or the free-flowing pleated ones. It doesn't matter as long as it's a skirt because, for one, His hands have easy access. He could simply slip his fingers to your thighs and slide through the side to rub your clit until you're a moaning mess.

Xavier:

Xavier likes it when you wear thigh-high socks. The patterns would look beautiful against your thigh, and he particularly fawns over where the socks end as they dip against your plush thighs. He particularly likes white cotton socks that have cute ribbons for decoration. Xavier could strip you of everything you're wearing, but he would never ever take off your socks. He would be spreading your legs or holding your ankles while he pounds you to oblivion.

Sylus:

Sylus likes it when you wear stilettos. red ones. He finds that it accentuates your ankles a lot, which is very sexy for him. it was a bonus to hear your careful footsteps beside him. Match this with a thigh band, and you won't see the light of tomorrow. When he decides that he wants you and you are in red high heels, he will be fucking you against the wall, your leg held up by his arm while he grinds his cock deeper inside of you.

Author's footnotes: hehe, They'd fuck you in whatever outfit you're wearing but these ones are something that turns them on.

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[anxietybumblebee]

Thinking about how Prime Defenders s2 was NOT supposed to end as well as it did... The ending Bizly had the biggest plan for was the one where they didn't work with Mal and Ashe wasn't saved and the demons got out and then s3 was going to be fucking apocalyptic (would have loved that tbf). Ashe was supposed to come back as a ghost and William was meant to help her move on. PD kinda did everything wrong (didn't get the book, didn't gather relics) and maybe they released something worse (Mal) but in the end they did what they set out to do. They saved Ashe.

[macbethz]

some of my friends and I (hi @merupasse and @cyclopsboxhead) are working on our own little version of the marvel universe a la elseworld or “what if?” and I’ve been rewatching the new timeline xmen movies so naturally I had to do my own little version of Professor X (and a little Magneto) pre-xmen. 

Really enjoyed how XMFC and DOFP reinterpreted the X-Men mythos through the lens of 60s/70s culture and politics, and I wanted to take that and push it even further. Charles’ pacifism fits in nicely with the hippie movement and I’ve been doing a lot of reading on 60s psychedelia lately so I decided to make him a Timothy Leary-type drug guru figure who uses psychedelics to develop his mutant abilities. (There’s a lot of very clear DOFP Charles DNA in this especially vis a vis addiction and telepathy.) Another fringe part of 60s psychedelia I’ve been deeply invested in is self-trepanation (yeah I don’t know either but if you go on your own little research deep dive I think you will understand) which is so perfect for this I couldn’t resist. 

in conclusion

[me-x-the-devil]

Open to; anyone

People sucked. That had been his opinion for years and years now. Ever since he was a teen really and he learned more about the world and how it worked. Though the walls he'd built around himself had started being built when he was much, much younger than that. Xavier never let anyone in behind that exterior wall. He kept things shallow and as distant as he could. And yet somehow, they had managed to climb past a few of those walls. They'd just shown up in his life one day and had refused to leave. It annoyed him immensely. They dragged him to stuff, mostly bars and parties, and wouldn't take no for an answer. So he'd learned quickly that it was best just to agree. So when they'd called him earlier telling him they were going to a party, he sighed deeply, which they'd learned was his way of saying 'fine'. He'd gotten dressed and gone to the party with them, but like most of them, he found himself sitting alone in a corner in this persons backyard, smoking a joint and drinking beer, and watching them enjoy themselves. He knew no one else there so he wanted to make sure no one spoiled their fun. A few people had over the course of the night tried to talk to him, but they had quickly left when he glared at them. He didn't care to know anyone else there. People sucked. But they were the exception.

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

She keeps her window open, which is cute if a bit dangerous. And so it is easy with a little Evol, some determination, and a smirk to slip into her bedroom. The show is running. Lumiere's smile spreads further.

He starts dropping clothes, one after another across her bedroom floor, and reaches for the cracked bathroom door. It's like she's asking for him to show up, asking for it really. He pushes it open, smiles at the sight of her beneath the water, eyes closed, head tilted back into the stream.

So unobservant, but then, he's a hunter. He's very good at hunting. He closes the door with the flat of his hand, loud enough it makes an audible noise and gives her a shark's smile, "You didn't call today, Roxie. I was worried."

He doesn't sound worried as he steps further into the room, nothing on but the low hang of his black pants, and the necklace with her name on it around his throat. "Do you like worrying me? Do you like making me mad?"

The sound of the door is what slams her out of her reverie, nearly splashing around the bath in shock as she backs—as much as she can in such a small space—into the corner.

"X-Xavie—" Her words catch in her throat. Not Xavier. He doesn't have the same kind, gentle look she's used to; no, this one is more... primal. She feels like prey.

She swallows thickly. "Lumi... Lumiere?"

She's never felt as exposed as she is in this moment, the urge to flee eminent, but she stays frozen. She can't look away. And the fact is: there's nowhere to run.

"I'm sorry, I—! I didn't mean to! I just... I just forgot, it was busy, I— I-I don't mean to worry you, I swear! P-please don't be angry..."

[ SIGHS. @xavier-starlight

[vanessagable]

starter for: @xaviermattthews location: july 17th, x's dad's house (houston, tx)

Even sneaking away to the kitchen gave her anxiety -- a twist of guilt in her stomach for missing a second at X's side in case he needed her.

She'd always wanted him to take her to Texas to meet his family as his girlfriend, but she had never imagined that it would be under these circumstances.

There was a thickness in the air in every room in the house in spite of the early hour -- everyone knew what today held, and everyone knew just as well that it wasn't going to be easy.

After snaking two mismatched mugs from the cabinet, Van pours two cups of coffee from the already-filled pot and traces her steps back in the direction of X's childhood bedroom.

Quietly guiding the door closed behind her with her foot, she rounds to X's side of the bed and places the mug on the nightstand -- using the newly freed hand to gently comb her fingers through his hair.

"Did you sleep at all?"

[eidolons-stuff]

*Enid steps closer to Wednesday*

Enid: "Did you mean what you said?"

Wednesday: "About what exactly?"

Enid: "About your parents and willing to die for love and-" *pauses*

[seaweedstarshine]

—on the topic of psychotic Summers brothers, I only just caught up with six months of X-Men after stopping for six months the topic of Gabriel referring to the tags of my last X-Men post a month ago — but I was happy to see Scott's torture-induced psychosis didn't (definitively) turn out just to be that he'd calculated what others hadn't. Yes, the woman he'd accurately calculated would save him was Dr. Gregor, not Jean, but that doesn't change that he remained unsure if Jean was real (and thought she was alive) while the all-seeing Enigma knew on the contrary that Scott was delusional because Phoenix thus equally (an equivocation which casts further doubt of Scott's fiery visions ever being genuine, as Jean's dying mind had departed Scott well before Mother Righteous sacrificed Jean's dead fragmented self for Dominion, before Scott was tortured) Jean — were so utterly dead that Rachel and Hope had to cancel out death to reverse it. Yet Scott, hyper-vigilant traumatized autistic brain-damaged neurodivergent soldier that he is, seemingly accomplished all these strategic calculations while having a psychotic “break,” which is extremely in character for him—

[augustusellison]

"Thank you again, Mr. Fox for agreeing to meet with me." August began, looking down at his lap for a brief moment and then back at the lawyer sitting on the other side of the desk. He'd been using lawyers for the better part of his career with Eternal Peace, and while that was usually why he'd be here, today it was on an entirely different matter. He'd been sorting through some documents in his home office when he found his living will, one of which was clearly outdated seeing as how his now ex-wife had been the one to receive the most of his benefits. Not that she couldn't now, but, after their rocky divorce and adding in the fact that sometimes they barely knew how to co-parent, he thought it best to update it, benefit his children seeing as how they were the only real family he had left outside of his mother who wasn't doing well herself. "Can you help me with my living will?" he questioned, lifting his laptop bag and grabbing some papers that were inside. "I don't want to waste your time if this isn't even something you do." @mistrxavfoxblog

[lcngdays]

@fangmother from (here)

Xavier crosses his arms, turning his gaze away. Instead, he stares out at the snow covered streets, wondering why plows ran so slowly in this part of the country. There was snow, there was ice. Where were the plows?

He's underdressed for the cold, shoulders hunched, hands in pockets. It wasn't even supposed to snow today. And yet, there it was, in the air, on the ground. Haunting him just as she seemed to haunt him.

"I mistook you for someone for just a second. Stop reading so much into it."

[exmcrtis]

location: gilly's place

closed starter for: @ghostsbrokenbyfairytales (xavier)

"it's been a long ass day, don't you think?" gilly's voice came out in almost a purr as she made her way through her apartment, a sly look on her face. having xavier all to herself always put gilly in a better mood, even she was about to be the most annoying person ever. approaching them now, the blonde lowered herself into their lap, one leg on either side of their hips as her arms draped around their neck. "at least for me it was. what about you? how was your day?"

[mctionsick]

wishlist starter for @luriddaze

open to anybody & made in beta

There was a reason Dallas was being so dodgy answering their questions about if he was seeing anybody or not. That reason was he knew he wasn't going to be able to lie to them and all his feelings would come rushing to the surface. It felt like they were finally at a place where they could be friends and Dallas felt like he was on the verse of ruining it.

As they ask again he turns to face them, "I haven't moved on. If that's what you want to know."

[christinaxwagner]

who: @xaviermattthews

where: diner

She hasn't wanted to push him the last couple weeks, a few texts here and there to check on him but she knew when he was ready he'd come join them for their weekly breakfast. Colton sees him first, a huff leaves the little boy as he slides out of the booth and jumps to ran at Xavier. "Uncle X!!!"

[me-x-the-devil]

Xavier was sitting in the corner watching her as she flirted with the pretty, rich boy. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen her flirting with him, and he’d seen her leave with him at least once before. He didn’t know why, but it bugged him a little. It wasn’t cause he wanted her to flirt with him, no, he knew that wouldn’t happen. But he thought she deserved better that asshole. Not that he’d tell her that. He wasn’t in the business of voicing his concerns or feelings. Wasn’t his place anyway. She could do what she wanted. But still... he could at least keep an eye on things. So he inhaled the smoke from his joint, and leaned back, watching the two of them quietly with narrowed eyes from the corner. @lilacxrosesx​

[backmaskcd]

closed starter for @ghostsbrokenbyfairytales (xavier) location: the huntsville daily office

"Hey - Xee," Narcissa quickly closed her notebook as she noticed Xavier, quickly scurrying over. "I have permission to go take a closer look at the portal from the tree to the Sasquatch - I wanted to get some more video footage now that my camera seems to be working again. You wanna play tour guide again?"