#c: xavier

[christinaxwagner]

christina📱x

Christina: I feel like I haven't seen you since Halloween... Christina: How are you doing? @xaviermattthews

[ivy-knows-everything]

Ivy was on edge, at least in a relative sense. The party had ended so abruptly to where she and Thaddeus didn't find Desmond, but she'd hoped to have heard something by the time she woke up that morning. And yet there was nothing, no call or note. She dodged questions from Zander about how she was feeling by placing blame on worrying if everyone was okay from the night before. They'd heard something about the Italian seethe but not much else, so it was passibly believable that Ivy would be worried.

She still went about her day as she normally would, calling by the library and even Antiquitea for a bit. She enjoyed the company of Phineas, and the two had grown friendly over time. But today the conversation was more akin to a distraction, and that unshakable feeling that was growing in Ivy--that something bad had happened... was happening.

She made her excuses about getting back to the shop to help her dads, and left the tea shop rather abruptly. In her defense, Ivy did want to get home. She wanted to tell Ophie and Zander about everything she knew now, and she should have last night. Her only hesitation had been for Thaddeus and Desmond's sakes, but now she was all too worried that they might need her family's help.

In her distracted state, she bumped into several people on her walk back to The Oracle & The Compass, but none of the information brought forth reactions from her or halted her pace. In truth it rarely did with anyone anymore, but mostly because she was used to it. She eventually turned onto side streets for the sake of avoiding people where she could. But then she knocked into someone that made her blood run cold. Flashes of Marcus, Chance, and Desmond's dying body running across her mind. She froze, stumbling a bit as she looked up at the shifter. And he knew exactly who she was. If her abilities hadn't told her as much, his expression would have. A sickening sort of smirk that flashed his fangs at her. And she bolted, turning on her heel and sprinting down the alleyway to her side.

Monroe let out a low sort of whistle. "I love it when they run."

@catch-xavier-if-you-can

[ofhowlingxs]

She spent what felt like hours in the shower, now she was back to putting on the ultimate facade. She's maneuvering through people of a crowded bar, where she'd spent the last half hour, weaseling some poor guy out of fifty bucks. Little did he know-- her uncle used dingy pool bars as a bonding experience. "It's not my fault you shoot like a girlscout, Jims." Gabi taunted with a grin, pearly whites showing, and the last thing you'd think is she's projecting, that she's distracting herself from what happened over the weekend. She's turning quick on her feet, when she's colliding into another body. "Fuck-" It was like two brick walls running into each other. Normally, if he were human, he would have stumbled by catching her off guard. She'd seen his face before, briefly-- almost certain she'd blown him off their last meeting. "Still in town? That's surprising.." Most people hightailed it out of here by now.. @traegics

[lucianaxalvarez]

who: @xaviermattthews

where: all nighter diner

Luciana wasn't proud of the whole sneaking out of bed to lurk around town to see if she could find him. Their falling out, their relationship was always complicated for her to talk about. How do you explain to someone how losing someone who was another half of you prevented you from attempting to find anyone else like that? Even though it was strictly a friendship; a friendship that was practically her entire heart. A friendship that never stopped being there. She knew to this day, she would do anything for Xavier Matthews even if he hated her. She knew she had to find him after she read the TMZ article; which was probably how he also found out. She spots him in the window of the diner right as he was getting up from the table. She doesn't know what she's going to say or how it's going to go but... She just wants to let him know she's here. Her head turns as she hears the bell from the front door ding, finding him looking right at her. She crosses her arms and steps toward him, keeping her eyes on him.

"Hi."

[ofescapisms]

@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales

Iris might not have fully understood why her son chose the job he did, but she was happy that she got to see him there when she went to bring flowers for her dad. She smiled when she saw him and insisted on a quick hug. “Hey sweetie, how’s work going? Just bringing your grandpa some flowers,” she explained as she crouched down to place the flowers by the grave.

[victoriaxdupont]

@traegics closed.

There weren't many people in New Orleans she actually liked, but Xavier had always been a special little boy. Eyes bluer than the southern skies, hair ashier than a toned rich Malibu bitch, he was Adonis chiseled out of the best most smoothest marble found this side of the sea. Perhaps she'd even missed him a while, and kept an eye out for the other. If he liked it or not. "I thought you'd forgotten about me." she puts her lip liner down and looks back as she opens up the mascara. Her lip is pouted, playing hurt. "How was your night with the senator handsome? Did she manage to help you forget whatever pretty thing you been hiding from me?" she didn't know if Xavier had another women hidden, only that he often lost touch with her when he did. Assumptions were sometimes just statistics. Nothing more. "Well? Do I get a little kiss baby? Or are we gonna play human and take it slow?"

[chlcebcnacccrd]

“And you said that to their face?” Chloé quirked a brow. She wasn’t questioning if Xavier had actually done it, it was more her challenging his audacity. “I don’t imagine that ended well at all,” she remarked with a shake of her head. “Did they say or do anything in response?”

@xavierdupcnt

[kohaive]

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[c-o-t-o]

Veiled Whispers - Xavier (Part 1)

(Part 2 here)

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: Xavier x fem reader

CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut, explicit language, drunkenness, dubcon, teasing, light bdsm (some CWs apply to other parts)

Misc: ~1k words, Part 1. This fic is supposed to take off where the 5 star memory ends with Xavier

About: After Xavier tends to your injury and sees you're still drunk, you start feeling him up. Realizing what it is you want, Xavier decides to indulge in you, finally showing you how he feels.

*Do not remove info or credit from posts when reblogging or sharing!*

“We can't delay the sunrise, but… we can make the night a little darker.” Xavier's lips whisper into the skin of your bare shoulder.

You had been up so late to begin with, that going back to his place, the sun was already starting to rise. Xavier closes the blinds, plummeting the room back into near darkness, save for a few very dim lights. Xavier made sure he could make his room very dark for when he was exhausted and needed to sleep in the daytime. It really did feel like it was still the middle of the night.

By now you've sobered up just enough to make sense of everything going on. You were still tipsy though, how could you not be? After all of those drinks you shared with Xavier outside while watching the Valentine's Day lights, it's only natural for you to still be pretty drunk. But at least you're not blacking out anymore. You're… in a good place.

Still sitting on the edge of Xavier's bed, your eyes follow him from the windows as he walks around to the other side of his bed. He pulls the untied tie off his neck and lets it fall to the floor. Slowly crawling onto his bed on his hands and knees, he pulls you back to lay down. The sudden movement makes you a little dizzy, but it quickly subsides. When your eyes refocus, Xavier is kneeling above you, hands pressed into the bed on both sides of your head. His shirt is still completely open.

“Xavier… what-” is all you manage to say before he puts a finger to your mouth to shush you. With his face just above yours, you see his eyes so clearly, even in the dimness. His gaze, normally soft and sleepy, is now filled with determination and hazy lust. And although it almost hurts to be looked at so deeply by him, you can't bring yourself to look away. With your limited view you notice, however, blush spreading beneath his eyes and across the bridge of his nose. Seeing him blush makes your heart start racing in your chest because you begin to wonder, ‘why is he blushing?’

Your hand grazes his cheek, thumb rubbing the blush on his skin.

“You're drunk too, aren't you, Xavier? Your face is so red…” your voice trails off when you take notice of how soft, yet hot, his face has become.

“I'm not drunk…” he softly whispers, eyes averting your gaze. He slowly looks back at you, sighing, and cupping his hand over yours on his face. "Hmm. I might be, a little bit.”

Xavier closes his eyes and turns his face to kiss the inside of your hand. He pulls your arm up and begins leaving a trail of kisses from your hand, down your wrist, to your arm. You can hear his short, breathy exhales between each kiss.

Before you know it, Xavier has turned you over onto your stomach, face buried into his pillow. He kneels above you, hands gently resting on your back to keep you from turning back around.

“What are you doing?" You turn your face out of the pillow to ask. At the same time you notice just how soft and plush his pillow is. You can smell his hair and gentle cologne on it, and it gives you goosebumps.

“I've asked you many times if you were worried about me getting back at you one day.” he whispers calmly, seductively. “You're always the one touching me, so why…” his voice trails off almost sadly while he drags the back of his fingers down your cheek. “Why is it that only you get to touch me? To tease me…” his blush reddens after mentioning that. "Aren't you worried I'll get you back? When you're not looking… when your back is turned… just like you've always done to me.”

You feel Xavier gently move your hair away from your shoulder, then suddenly, his warm lips on the back of your neck. He exhales on your skin, raising goosebumps in its path. His kisses are soft and plush against your skin, slowly going from the back of your neck down towards your shoulder. Taking his time with each and every kiss as if he's trying to memorize the feeling every time. The sensation makes your head cringe with pleasure, and you can't help but to moan out loud into his pillow. The sound is muffled, but loud enough to let him know that it feels good to you.

“All I want is to be able to touch you," he murmurs quietly into your ear. “To kiss you," he says as he kisses behind your ear. “To make you feel good." Xavier lets out a low moan in your ear as he exhales on it.

All the while, unbeknownst to you since your head was spinning with pleasure, Xavier slipped the straps of your dress off your shoulders, exposing your back. He already unhooked your bra, and was tracing shapes lightly with his fingertips on your skin. You feel your skin raise at the feeling. Noticing that, Xavier presses his warm hands into your back, almost massaging your shoulders.

As gently as he can, he helps you sit up on your knees. Xavier is still behind you, kneeling, chin resting in the crook of your neck.

“You're so beautiful." He exhales as his hands glide around to your front. The top of your dress has already fallen down to your waist, breasts exposed. Xavier’s big, warm hands move around to the front of you and cups them. You glance down and see his strong hands ever so gently fondling your breasts. Every time his hands glide up to the top of them, you see the veins in his hands from his muscles tensing underneath. He handled you so delicately as if you were something to be cherished. Xavier waited so long to be able to express his love for you, and by god, he was going to do it tonight.

“I hope you're ready for what's next, my love.” Xavier nuzzles your cheek with his face while still holding your chest. “I'll make you feel so good that you'll see stars."

[damienlaunier]

Damien was walking through the Ministry building without much rush, having something to deliver to a different floor but nothing that was time sensitive. Upon turning a corner he spotted a familiar face. “Xavier– bonjour, mon ami,” he greeted. “Are you so bored that you’re pacing the halls or are you on some important business today?” he teased lightheartedly.

@xavierdupcnt

[cr1msonsta1ns]

Sylus, teaching Xavier to drive: Okay, you're driving and M/C and Zayne walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?

Xavier: Oh, definitely Zayne. I could never hurt M/C.

Sylus, massaging their temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

[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!!!"

[thischerik]

Charles: I’m the only one serving cunt here :(

Erik: Then what am I serving??

Charles: PTSD.

[ofhowlingxs]

closed for, @traegics

She's standing behind a bar, stifling through a few bottles before her gaze shifts to the other. Brows raised, and her attention is amused for the moment. "Where do you think they keep the good stuff?" A low hum exhales passed brims in the form of a sigh. "I know Klaus-" A pause, fingertips drumming on the bottle. "He has better taste than this."

[lucianaxalvarez]

out on main street w/ @xaviermattthews

Hands digging into the bag dangling on her shoulder, her fingers brushing around the items. Where the hell was her chapstick? She could have sworn she had thrown it into the bag before she left her house this morning.

She pulls out her water bottle and lifts her eyes up to check the area ahead of her to make sure he didn't run into anything and in the corner of her eye... She saw him.

A soft gasp leaves her as her green orbs take him in. It's been... fourteen years since the last time she looked at him. Sometimes his broken expression haunts her nights.

Their last photo together stays hidden away in her apartment, after the first few years she wasn't able to look at him without feeling the guilt rattling in her chest because she never meant to leave him... She just... had no where to go after her mom kicked her out.

She doesn't realize she has been standing there... staring for God knows how long until his dark orbs find her.

"X?"

It's a whisper because she's not sure if she really wants to ruin this... again.

[ourlittleuluru]

📖⬅ || So... I was suffering from constant hiccups earlier at work today... and it spawned this idea (o゜▽゜)o☆