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Lads Bois - Hospital AU 🏥

They just want to say hi ✋️👋

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People who leave long, detailed feedback on what they enjoy in my fics, and those who leave anything at all, I hope your pillow stays cool forever. I hope you never get hot under your blanket when you sleep. I hope you get extra fries and onion rings at the bottom of your bag. Hope they give you an extra chicken nugget or tender just ‘cause.

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hey mister <3

Summary: LIs react when you use their professional title - but not in the most appropriate way. Do they like it? Most definitely <3 Genre: Fluff (CW suggestiveness!) Notes: after writing "say it again" i just wanted to do something fun about their names hehe but also sylus has a chokehold on me so his one is a bit longer 🥹🫶

SYLUS

It's a rare occasion where you finished getting ready for a date far earlier than him- thanks to a call from Kieran occupying almost half an hour of his time.

You sit on his bed, watching him deliberate between two nearly identical black suits. "Mr. Boss of Onychinus," you sigh, kicking your legs. "Hurry up."  

He pauses, then turns with a slow, dangerous smirk. "Brave words from someone lying in my bed." 

Your heartbeat spikes, but you find yourself grinning at him unabashedly. “It's a win-win situation for me,”

In two strides, he cages you against the mattress, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "Call me that again, kitten. Louder." 

You cup his face, bringing him closer and touching the tip of your nose to his. “Please don't make me wait aaany longer, Mr. Boss-man,” you say playfully. Truthfully, you wouldn't have minded if he took another half an hour.

His eyelids flutter shut as you trace your fingers along his cheekbones. “So impatient,”

You peck his lips, and he hums, a deep rumble in his chest.

“I am starving, Mr. Boss-man. You could've called Kieran while we were driving to the restaurant.”

He chuckles softly, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, then turning to kiss your palm. “Well, kitten. I do sincerely apologize. Can I make it up to you?”

“You'd better. I expect Mr Leader of Onychinus to be a man of his word,” you say, giggling when he tries to nip at your fingertip.

His hand slides under your waist, pulling you up with him to stand. “At your service- and since you keep calling me by my title... Are you asking me to be more assertive tonight?”

His hand draws lazy circles along your back as his other rests on your hip, pulling you flush against him. “Because that- is far too easy,”

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ZAYNE

The cardboard box lies pitifully on the living room floor, contents luckily already taken out- but you're glaring at it. Paper cuts may be tolerable at best, but the pain from cardboard is a different story.

Seeing your tense, frozen stance, Zayne moves quickly to your side. “Show me,”

You slowly lift your thumb from where it was pressed on the cut, wincing at the sharp prickle, a protest against your movement.

“Defeated by a box today, my love?” he murmurs.

You grumble, but he pats your hair and fetches a first-aid kit.

Zayne’s fingers are precise as he smooths the bandage over the cut. "Dr. Li," you tease, running your uninjured hand along his forearm. "Such thorough care."  

His hazel-green eyes flick up, cautioning. "Please don't use my professional title like that."  

"Or what?"  

He leans in, voice low. "Or I'll do everything I can to make you say my name instead."  

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 XAVIER

The remnants of sunlight fade, and what began as an afternoon nap is now inching into the evening. Under a thin blanket lies a big Xavier-shaped lump on your lap, still fast asleep.

"Mr. Hunter," you whisper, poking his cheek. He burrows deeper into your lap with a grunt. "Xavier. Wake up."  

"Mmmph. Why."  

"I called you five times earlier. I was starting to think you napped yourself into a coma."  

He finally blinks up at you, blue eyes sleepy. You brush your fingers along his jaw, then under his chin. He makes another disgruntled sound, catching your wrist.

"… I’m not a cat. Come closer. Try again." 

You barely say "Hunt-" before he flips you beneath him, knocking your breath out.

"Now you have my attention."  

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RAFAYEL

Your phone is running far too hot from a long call, but you chat away nonetheless, listening to your friend update you on their latest workplace drama.

"I’m with Mr. World-Famous Artist Rafayel today," you announce to your friend at some point, grinning as his head whips toward you.  

Your friend laughs, commenting about how you had to make a distinction between your Rafayel, and theirs- a house plant.

And the second the call ends, he pounces. "Excuse me? Is there another Rafayel?!"  

You giggle. "A friend’s friend-"  

"Lies." He drags you against his chest, arms curling around you. "Say it. I’m your only Rafayel."  

His lips seal over yours, and you smile into the kiss, hands running through his hair as he peppers more kisses across your face.

“Okay, okay, you're my only Rafayel,”

"Mine. Famous or not."  

(He attacks you with more kisses when he finds out the other Rafayel is a tiny potted succulent.)

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CALEB

The clock reads 10:07pm- much later Caleb’s usual arrival time. He normally changes out of his uniform before leaving work- and while his jacket is gone, the shirt and tie is still on underneath his bomber jacket, a sign he rushed home as soon as he could. You can see the slight frown still etched between his brows, the work day still lingering on his mind.

"Hey Colonel," you murmur, loosening his tie. 

He pauses, then chuckles before he reaches to wrap a hand around your wrist, the grip gentle but firm. "That's a reaally inappropriate use of my title," he teases.

Yet his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him. 

"Report me, then." You quip, "It’s also inappropriate for you to-”  

He kisses you hard, making you squeak. 

"You were saying?" He asks, voice low.

You fist his shirt. "... that wasn't fair, Colonel."  

He carries you to the nearest surface, tie still dangling from his neck. "Looks like we're gonna need a disciplinary measure, pips." 

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Note: I would NOT stop calling Zayne doctor HEHE pls lmk what yall think or what you want to see in upcoming scenarios! Thank you for reading! <33

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Midnight snacking (a silly drabble for this poll 🤍)

"He wants snacks," you translate when Mephisto caws and flies off- towards the direction of his kitchen.

Sylus raises a brow. "Did you teach him, sweetie? He's never asked for snacks before."

"I'll explain later," you say, padding towards the kitchen in your slippers. "He might want cookies. Or almonds."

Sylus sighs heavily, but matches your pace. "He doesn't need food,"

"It's the concept of snacking that he wants," you quip, and Mephisto caws happily in response.

Sylus can only watch as his pet demolishes a choc chip on his marble counter top- none of it eaten, but all of it pecked into crumbs.

Hello dear readers im back with a silly poll, potentially for a future scenario

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Hello dear readers im back with a silly poll, potentially for a future scenario

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Crowsnow - Hospital

Dr. Sylus, Neurosurgeon at Akso Hospital

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⭑ vampire sylus distracts you. ⭑

⭑ when sylus saves you from a vampire attack, you ask him to distract you from the pain. the way he decides to distract you is—interesting, but definitely distracting. ౨ৎ

💌 ⁀➴ content warnings: 18+! lowercase intended. non-evol au. vampire sylus. glasses + mullet sylus. soft sylus. sylus with high blood tolerance. squeamish human reader. established friendship. pet name (sweetie). descriptions of blood + gore from vampire bites. making out.

💌 ⁀➴ wc: 2.5k. ⭑ song mention: is it really you? loathe.

⭑ a note from 乇m! ⭑ i don’t know why sylus has glasses even though he’s a vampire with enhanced eyesight either. he’s hot, that’s it. that’s the reason.

💌 ⁀➴ thank you for reading! ౨ৎ

the teeth marks scarring your inner thigh wouldn’t stop burning. there was only so much you could do. there was only so much sylus could do, too.

the vampire found you on an evening jog through the park nearest to your place. dimly lit by candle wax moonlight and gold fireflies, it was easy for you to trip on a dark branch jutting up from the soil. the blood-stained scrape on your knee must’ve enticed her immediately—but luckily, it lured sylus’s attention, too.

any vampire could distinguish human blood from animal blood, he once told you. it was a scent that traveled further, that seeped and brewed in the pit of any vampire’s appetite instead of simmering on the surface. he had always said that your blood, in particular, smelled dizzy and sweet and impossibly warm, like honey and wine and cherry-flavored star dye. it’s no wonder he knew it was you who needed his help.

he showed up mere moments after she had her first taste of you—when she had already pinned you to the dirt trail, slithering her tongue up the sticky burst of blood trickling down your knee before sneaking past your tennis skirt to sink her fangs into your inner thigh. in a flicker of a moment, that flashed past you like lightning, he had already severed the vampire from your flesh, stunned her with a jagged tree limb through the chest, and whisked you away, slipping into your bedroom through your balcony window—all before you knew it was him.

“sylus,” you said his name through a strangled breath. “god, it hurts.”

“i know, sweetie,” he whispered back to you.

he set you down on the bed, then flicked on your bedside lamp, so cozy golden lighting could pour into the room. but the sight of the blood gutting your knee cut your already-short, flimsy breaths into frenzied pants. not only did it stain your strawberry pink bedsheets in dark red brushstrokes, but when your eyes trickled up your leg, you also caught sight of the corrosive red fang pricks puncturing the flush of your inner thigh. it pulsed, polluting your veins dark, poison black, like it was feeding off your heartbeat. you were going to pass out.

“hey,” he redirected your attention, “hey. i’m here. i know it hurts, but i’m here. i’ll make it all go away.”

he kneeled into the mattress, approaching you slowly. but it was hard for you to lie still. how could you when black, molten heat melted around your bones, with blood stains on your pretty bed, when you knew exactly what he had to do to stop the venom from stealing your last breath?

you were restless—gripping hard into the covers, rutting your heels against the bedsheets. he reached for your leg with a gentle press of his fingertips into the pit of your ankle, in an effort to relax you.

this was so distressing for him. you knew it by the way he roughed his fingers through his hair, and pinched and pulled at the silver chain gleaming from his neck, and wouldn't stop fidgeting with his glasses.

“c’mon.” he pulled you a bit closer. “please, c’mon,” he coaxed again.

he scraped his fangs into his wrist, nicking the skin until it leaked black blood, dark as liquid nightfall. your eyes glazed over, syrupy and bright with tears when he slipped his hand behind your head to draw you closer.

you gasped into your next hollow breath. “fuck, i don’t wanna do it."

“i wish you didn’t have to either. but it’ll all be okay once you do. you know that."

you sniffled, briefly glancing down at the blood stains on his wrist.

“hold onto me,” he said, guiding your fingers around his tense forearm, “close your eyes, too, sweetie. you can do it."

you attemped a steady breath, then shut your fluttering eyes. he pulled you in, slow but sure, until his dark blood pricked the tip of your tongue. if it weren’t for his firm grip on the back of your head, you would’ve flinched back—but instead, his blood hissed down the back of your throat, hot and piercing like a sharp sting, and slithered all the way down to the pit of your stomach.

when he finally released you, you could barely find your next breath.

“lie back down, it’s okay,” he was already whispering, hooking his arm around your waist to help you lean back into your bedsheets.

you clamped your hand over your mouth, stifiling the immediate urge to gag. it was impossible for you to stop thinking about how his black blood coursed through you, searching for the nearest vein in order to chase after the venom in your bloodstream. the mere idea of it, and the itchy patch of blood still splattered on your knee, left you with a blubbering mess of a heartbeat.

he kneeled over you until you settled onto your back. but as soon as he tried to pull away, you grasped for his shirt, reeling him closer again.

“distract me,” you said to him, “take my mind off it, please. it’s driving me crazy."

he stared down at you, silently, for a torturous moment. his eyes trickled down to your knee, then back up to the fang scars in your thigh, breathing slightly heavier than before.

then, “knock knock,” he said.

“who’s there?"

he paused, distracted by the flush of your throat where your pulse fluttered quick and pretty like butterfly wings.

you pushed him softly, and asked again, “who’s there?"

“i’m still thinking, i-i don’t know."

you shoved him again, saying his name like a threat. “sylus, you have to think of something. anything."

a nip of electric tension dripped down your leg, then gnawed into your inner thigh until it fell numb. his blood had found the source of the venom, and would sip away at you until it flushed out of your system, even if it meant draining you in the process. you winced when the pain tunneled deeper, clutching your hands over his broad shoulders to brace it.

“please,” you whispered, “please, it’s starting."

he rested his hands over yours, kneading his thumbs over your knuckles. the pain you felt couldn’t have been any easier to bare in comparison to the ache lurking deep within his chest at the sight of you like this. his eyes kept retreating to the site of the bite, painfully aware of the condition you were in. worry sharpened his brows as he watched you toss and turn beneath him, rendered frightened and helpless.

then, he released your wrists. and, just as suddenly, he bowed over you, nearing so close that his bottom lip grazed the shell of your ear.

his sudden proximity paralyzed you, so acutely that your heart may have skipped its next few beats. he was close enough for you to feel his silver chain ice the very surface of your skin, for you to breathe in his crisp scent of dusk and tart cherries with each passing second.

his shallow breaths fanned your throat, fast but delicate, too. the tip of his nose traced your jawline, then inched down to the slope of your neck, thrilling your skin with goosebumps. trickling heat seeped through your chest—fuck, you knew he was just your friend, and he wouldn’t be doing this under any other circumstances, but your body was already far too responsive, despite your awareness of the fact that he would notice every shudder down your spine and each eager twitch of your heartrate.

before you could expect it, he pressed the first kiss into your neck. then another, softer than the one that came before it. he released a fragile sigh, on the brink of shattering. it fluttered down to your collarbones, tickling you with a shiver.

when he kissed you again, you rutted your fingers into his shirt, pulling him tight and close.

“what are you doing?” you whispered.

“i . . .” he took his next breath carefully, smudging his lips into the pit of your throat as he did it. “i’m . . . improvising."

he landed one more kiss on your throat's most sensitive patch of skin, deeper, lasting longer than he may have intended it to.

“should i stop?” he asked.

“no, no,” you breathed out, so quickly that you almost felt lightheaded, “no, i . . . i think it’s working."

he didn’t hesitate after that. the very next time his mouth claimed your skin, he paired his velvet lips with the gentle caress of his tongue. a frail sigh parted your lips as your fingers twitched against his shoulders. you weren’t sure why you were enjoying this so much—maybe because you hadn’t been kissed like this in so long, or his blood infecting your veins was making you woozy—but either way, you were certainly distracted.

he tilted his head, drifting his lips along the coastline of your collarbones before pressing firm against the other side of your neck with a kiss led by his tongue. his mouth practically melted into your warm flesh, and he took his time, kissing soft and slow and again and again. his breaths thinned over time, disoriented, and always slightly out of rhythm. a moan that winded you slipped from your lips when he sucked gently at the nape of your neck. his hips shifted in response, quick like a reflex, followed closely by a starved breath.

“i just want you to feel good,” he confessed between a set of wet, lingering kisses, “do you feel good?"

you nodded, as your fluttering eyes slipped to the back of your head for an accidental moment.

“yeah,” you sighed sweetly. then again, “yeah, you’re making me feel good."

he flushed his mouth over your skin again, sighing into the next kiss. but then, within that same moment, a volt of pain singed the underbelly of your thigh, digging hard and deep until it boiled. you gripped his shoulders harder and arched against him with a rough groan.

he looked up at you then, but as soon as your eyes encountered his—fuck, the sight of him.

his eyes looked as heavy as a blood moon, traced over in deep, dark shades of lust. and you never knew his mouth could look this red, pretty and full like they had been pricked by rose thorns. you had seen this man readjust his glasses over a hundred times, but this time, when he pushed them up his nose by knuckling in between the frames, he looked the hottest you had ever seen him, so hot that it felt like a furnace burned bright within the depths of your stomach.

you forgot that he had something to say, pressing your mouth against his before he could.

he couldn’t deny the taste of you, accepting your kiss with a short gasp at first, that then lulled into a breathless grunt when you didn’t pull away. he cupped your chin, holding you like you were precious to him, but he still insisted his mouth against yours, convincing your honey-sweet lips to stay with the weight of his own.

“need more,” you sighed against his lips, “keep distracting me. please . . . need it."

those words earned you another one of his breathier moans, followed soon after by the nip of his teeth—one of his fangs, specifically—savoring the plush corner of your bottom lip. your hips stuttered against him immediately, seeking friction.

he reached for your leg and pushed slightly to press it into the soft sheets, holding it still and out of range so you wouldn’t scuff your thigh against him and unsettle the bite.

“careful, sweetie,” he whispered.

he kissed you again, with the delicate skim of his lips over yours. then, he pulled back briefly to slide his glasses off, passing them to your nearby nighstand. that, alone, nearly burst your heart at the seams.

when he returned to you, he smoothed his hand over the side of your neck, delving his fingers into the depths of your hair as he pressed his thumb against your jaw, leveraging your lips apart for him. you received his kiss with a disoriented sigh and the needy buck of your hips. his fingers would grip into your knee, like he was nearing the edge of his restraint, before he soothed your dainty flesh by kneading his thumb into you with affectionate circles. it dizzied you, how well he doted on you.

one of his deeper groans rumbled through you when his tongue seeped through the seam of your lips. you shivered, with another accidental rock of your hips—fuck, you couldn’t even control yourself.

“s-sorry,” you whispered.

he soothed your bottom lip with his tongue, then kissed you again, tender and slow.

“don’t be,” he said, before sampling you again like fresh pink fruit, “i’m having a hard time holding back, too."

your heart refused to calm down, feverish with jittery pulses and shivers. the only way you could think to satiate it was by kissing him harder. you drew him in closer, cuffing your hands over the back of his neck until his lips flustered yours again.

he tilted his head to anchor his mouth to yours, leaving you rapt with kiss after kiss after kiss, each one lingering longer, hungrier and fuller than the last. you parted his lips with your tongue, deepening the kiss with restless tosses and turns of your lips.

“so soft,” he whined through a wet, sugary rasp, “so warm."

you whimpered his name, just before his ripe, lush mouth had you all over again. his kisses adored you, cherished you, from candy-coated pecks between your top and bottom lip, to gentle sucks of your tongue, to the occasional clash of his fangs against your dull pearly teeth.

when his mouth returned to your neck, this time sneaking his fingers beneath your tank top to smooth his hand over your stomach, your eyes fluttered to the back of your head again—from pleasure, at first, but then a prickling sensation dizzied you.

for the first time in a while, you paid attention to the pain in your leg, that had since eroded into a numb ache. the toll the venom was taking on your body was finally catching up to you, luring you closer and closer to exhaustion.

you gasped within the exact moment one of his fangs scuffed the crux of your throat. your grip on his shirt weakened, and it was getting harder and harder for you to fight against your heavy eyelids.

“sylus . . ." you sighed.

“i know,” he mumbled against your skin, “i know, sweetie, just fall asleep. you’ll feel better when you wake up."

“just . . . just don’t leave. please. stay,” you managed.

“i‘m here. i’ll always be here."

“thank you,” you whispered. and again, “thank you, sylus."

he pressed one last kiss over the corner of your mouth, soft and impossibly sweet, just before you surrendered to the pull of exhaustion begging you to rest.

that kiss was your last memory of the night.

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One of these guys waits politely for you to kiss him before kissing you, and the other dives into sudden deep kisses like he's fr hungry. Can you guess which is which.

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Summary: LIs react when you're overwhelemed and tearful from dreams and memories- they make sure you feel safe with them. <3 Genre: fluff + hurt/comfort (cw: kisses, cuddles) Notes: I wanted to include all the other LIs, even though this came from a request for Forseer Zayne 🥺💗 References to some LI's Myths but no direct spoilers.

ZAYNE 【Foreseer timeline】

You stumble across the tiled floors of the dimly lit hallway, feeling your mind spin. The Tower of Thorns had shown you too much- centuries of love, loss, and lives. Memories belonging to you, to others. Memories where Zayne’s hands reached for you only to forget. Ones you shouldn't have seen.

You push past the doors of the library, gasping for air, your vision blurred with tears. The warmth of the lanterns does little to soothe the chill in your bones, and the deep ache in your chest. You barely make it to a reading chaise before you collapse onto the plush fabric, gritting your teeth to steady yourself.

Moments later, a shadow moves between the doors.  

"You shouldn’t be here." Zayne’s voice is quiet, but not unkind. “Explain yourself.”

You curl tighter into yourself, only able to breathe out a shaky apology.  

“I asked for an explanation, not an apology,” he murmurs. As he approaches you, he hesitates. With another step, he kneels beside you, gloved fingers brushing your cheek. "…These memories are not yours to bear alone."

You shake your head. “I- I have to. My fault. M'sorry, Zayne.”

He shushes you, placing his hand over yours and squeezing gently.

He remembers just enough to know he’s loved you in every lifetime. And it hurts more than the thorns ever could.  

He gathers you into his arms, his cloak swallowing your trembling form. "Rest. I will keep the nightmares at bay."  

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SYLUS 【Current timeline; references to his myth】

The nightmare clings to you- a blazing heat surrounding you, your shaking hands around the hilt of a sword, a burning field and the crushing feeling of emptiness.

You wake to an empty house, the vacant space a looming darkness that is almost disorienting.

"Sylus?" No answer. 

Your texts go unanswered for ten agonizing minutes before he finally replies: "Kitten. Breathe. Wait for me."  

When he steps through the bedroom door just before dawn, the rise and fall of his chest tell you that wherever he came from, he ran.

He doesn't ask about the dream.

"I’m sorry," he murmurs, pulling you into his embrace and stroking your back slowly. "Let it out on me,”

You shake your head as you hug him, tighter than you ever have. Hearing his heart beat strongly is all it takes for tears of relief spring to your eyes. He's real, and he's here with you. All is well.

“M’not in the mood for violence, Sy-” 

He chuckles when you squeeze him tighter, “You still have a lot of strength left in you, kitten,”

A shaky breath escapes you, along with the ghost of a laugh. “I don't know how you deal with it-”

“I've had a lifetime to learn,” he muses, voice softer.

His lips press to your forehead. "Dragons live within legends now. And in our world, I'm not going anywhere."  

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XAVIER 【Sindersfell Timeline】

The flashes of Linkon haunt you- Xavier’s laughter under the stars, his hands warm around yours as you track Wanderers together. In that world, he lives without the burdens of a kingdom, and loves without fear of loss. Fresh tears stream down your face, refusing to stop even when you try to blink them away.

This Xavier- the Tyrant King- watches you cry with quiet bewilderment.  

"Tell me," he demands, his voice rough.  

You shake your head. "It’s just… the weight of this kingdom."  

He knows it's not the truth. But he doesn’t press. Instead, he pulls you against his chest, his fingers threading through your hair. "Let me carry all of its weight, my love.”

“You're already doing that,” you mumble, tilting your head to look up at him.

“...I'm the only one who should bear the punishment." His thumb swipes your tears, gentle beyond measure. "If I could give you a different world, I would."  

You swallow, the finality of his promise piercing your heart. “As long as I'm with you... it doesn't matter. I'll stay, no matter what becomes of us.”

When his lips meet yours, it is with tender desperation- in this world, and many others, he will continue to love you with everything he has. 

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 RAFAYEL 【current timeline; reference to his myth】

The dream lingers- Rafayel’s anger, your voiceless pleas as he vanishes into the depths, leaving you in the boundless ocean.

You wake to his steady breathing beside you, but the tears won’t stop.  

"…Cutie?" His voice is sleep-rough. "Are you crying?"  

You bury your face in his chest. "Just a dream."  

He hums, pulling you closer into a warm, solid embrace. "Wanna talk about it?”

“You were angry. And my voice didn't work underwater- and you just. Swam away,” you mumble.

He's silent, but his arms tighten around you. When he speaks, it is with conviction and certainty. “First, I'd never leave mid-argument. Second, I'd rather cuddle a cat than leave you- a hundred cats, actually.”

You huff a watery laugh, and he kisses the crown of your head in return. His fingers card through your sleep-mussed hair, soothing you. For someone who always tries to start silly arguments, Rafayel wouldn't easily admit this- but hates seeing you cry. And if he ever made you feel abandoned- even in a dream, he’d drown the world in apology.  

He kisses your damp lashes. "Next time, pinch me. I’ll chase the nightmares away. Or I'll go yell at the stupid Rafayel in your dreams."  

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CALEB  【current timeline; references to story events】

The argument still burns between you- his cold words, your sharp retorts. It is the worst time for this to happen, right before he has a week-long mission to patrol the Deepspace Tunnel. You find him at his desk, shoulders tense under the dim light. 

You take a deep breath and approach him. "Caleb… I’m sorry."

He exhales, turning to face you. "I know."  

You feel the fight drain out of you when you see the glimmer of hurt, remnant in his eyes. You know he's always had to grapple with the Fleet and far more issues than he can tell you. Learning to trust him fully hasn't been easy, but you try regardless, for he carries so much of you in his heart.

The lump in your throat feels even tighter now, and you hug your arms to yourself. “I don't want you to bring all of this to the mission.”

The distance collapses when he pulls you into his chest, then lifts you to head towards the bedroom. "Don't apologize, pips. You have every right to be mad," he murmurs. "We’ll figure it out, yeah?"  

His lips brush your temple. "Let's end the night this way- just stay with me."  

Note: THANK YOU FOR READING 💗 I hope I did Forseer zayne justice bc i dont have his myth so i had to read up on the whole lore to ensure i knew the dynamics. Smol oversharing but hurt/comfort is tricky bc when the LIs are sad, I get sad too 😞 they really all deserve a happy ending aaaaah ANYHOW! Comments + reblogs truly forever appreciated, love yall!! <33

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🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤 which of thems liked to suck on ur titties 😼😼😼nootttttt exactly in a sexy way, more like as a cheer-me-ups, quality time🤭🤭, orrrr intimacy thing (ofc it can lead to more if u want winkwinks)?? Caleb's certified titty man so he's automatically there, but I'm also thinking Zayne has tendencies for this??? wyttt (sorry if this is too depraved, feel free to ignore👌👌)

[Scenario/drabble] On Your Heart

Summary: LIs react when you're just a little too irresistible- whether it is after a long day, or when they see something that ignites their want- they seek comfort and intimacy within your embrace (and your tatas) Genre: fluff; (cw: kissing, soft intimacy, MDNI beyond the cut- minors you have been warned that there will be mild sexual content) Note: ANON. This one fried my brain with all the very vivid images in my head (in a good way).

SYLUS

The blackout curtains help shield most of the mid-morning sunlight, but the clock stubbornly shows 9:30am- way past the end of his usual working hours, and yet he's still sitting in his study.

You perch on his desk, swinging your legs as he frowns at his laptop. The chamomile tea you brought steams between you, its floral scent mingling with his cologne.

"Drink it before it gets cold," you tease. 

He shuts the laptop with a click and drags his chair between your knees, his face level with your collarbone. 

"Mm. I know something better than tea." 

His lips press to the skin just below your collarbone, then trails soft kisses further down your skin. With a sudden motion, he pushes all fabric aside, lips pausing over your heart before he sucks, hard enough to leave a mark.

You gasp, fingers tightening in his silver hair.

His lips move further down your chest- then seal over the sensitive nub. His mouth is hot around you, the wet heat sending a curl of desire to your lower abdomen.

"Sy- I have brunch in thirty-" He nips lightly, making you arch against him with a yelp.

He releases you with a chuckle, straightening your clothes himself. "Fine. But tonight, you’re mine, kitten."  

You lean in to kiss him- a slow, languid one that has him groaning softly. “Now you gotta promise to do all of that again,”

He smirks. “Deal.”

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ZAYNE

Zayne watches you tidy the bedside table, his gaze tracing the loose neckline of your tank top as it slips off one shoulder. 

"Come here," he murmurs. 

When you don’t immediately respond, he stands, guiding you to the center of the bed with a firm hand on your waist. 

"I was sorting out the skincare samples that I don't nee-" 

He interrupts with a soft peck on your lips. “I know. I also know there's something else you're trying to achieve.”

His lips find the exposed skin of your shoulder, then lower, kissing along your collarbone with barely-concealed hunger. 

"Zaynie-" 

He looks up, only to remove his glasses with one hand, and- oh. That action, paired with the way he's looking at you now, can only lead to one destination. You bite the inside of your cheek to hide a grin.

You let him lower you to the bed, his knee slotted between yours. He tugs at the neckline of your tank top, now dangerously low, his lips pressing to your skin once more.

"Let me distract you, love." His teeth graze the soft skin over your chest while he moves the fabric aside- fully exposing you to him. “Just for a little while,” 

You shudder when he flicks his tongue over your nipple, then takes you into his mouth, heat enveloping your skin. He sucks lightly on the sensitive skin, tearing out breathy gasps from you.

He groans softly when you card your fingers though his hair.

“Define ‘little while’, Zaynie,” you breathe, “You can't leave me like this,”

He nudges your thighs apart with his knees, then leans down, eyes dark as he watches you. “I have no intention to leave you unsatisfied,”

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XAVIER

Xavier’s arms tighten around you as you sigh at your phone screen- another screenshot of the long-haired prince. "He’s so pretty," you coo. 

Xavier goes still. Not the relaxed, weighted-plushie Xavier type of stillness. It's the coiled, tensed control when Xavier waits to ambush a target.

But before you can react, he flips you beneath him, burying his face in your chest with a huff. 

"He gets a sad ending," he mumbles against your warm skin, lips tracing the collar of your shirt as his hands push your shirt up.

Your heart thuds against your chest. He's jealous. "Xavi-" 

“You were doing it on purpose,” he says, blue eyes narrowed as his hands trace your skin lightly.

“I'm-” Your voice cuts off when he leans in to brush his lips over your nipple, making you arch up with a gasp. He holds you down by your arms- gentle, but firm enough that you're rooted in place. He does it again, and watches as the bud peaks. 

“I wasn't,” you insist weakly.

He moves and nips the soft skin of your chest in protest, then sucks on the skin- hard.

“Xav, please-” you whine, feeling desire consume all rational thoughts- “the prince just- reminded me of you-”

He hums, moving to take the bud into his mouth again, only releasing it to sit up and pull you onto his lap. His eyes flicker down to the glistening patches of skin across your chest.

"Then say it," he demands, sucking a bruise over your heart. "Say I’m your prince."

You giggle. “You're my prince, Xavi. My very handsome, very jealous prince,”

He exhales a small laugh, then presses soft kisses to soothe the skin on your chest. Once he's done, he bundles you into his arms, nuzzling against you. "... never screenshot another man again."  

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RAFAYEL

To you, art fairs were just a place to look at pretty pictures, sculptures and learn about all sorts of creative work. To Rafayel, it is hellish torture. His usual bubbly, snarky self is reduced to tight-lipped smiles and frequent sighs after endless small talk. He all but collapses onto the bed when you make it back to the hotel room, yet it takes surprisingly little effort to convince him to join you for a relaxing time in the ensuite jacuzzi.

Steam curls around the tub as Rafayel tugs you onto his lap, his hands skimming your hips. 

"Finally," he sighs, resting his forehead against your chest. "Do you know how exhausting it is to get asked about your work all day?" 

You card your fingers through his damp hair as he mouths at your collarbone, lazy and worshipful. "Mmm. Wouldn't know of it." You say, flicking his ear. 

"My only entertainment is seeing you ward off the hostile ones for me," He grins, pressing a kiss to your damp skin. 

"Only for you, darling."

“It was… kinda hot,” he murmurs as his hands glide up your back.

Your grip in his hair tightens when he flicks his tongue over your nipple, then presses a kiss to your skin. You can feel him grin against your chest.

“Raf!”

“Hmmm?” 

He licks another broad strip over your chest, then takes your nipple between his lips, sucking softly.

When he releases you, a soft blush dusts his cheeks. “You're so soft and warm,” he mumbles, his arms circling your waist.

He keeps his eyes closed as he leans against you, lips still pressed to your skin. "Stay with me until room service arrives."  

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CALEB

Caleb’s eyes darken as you spin in your new outfit- a sundress with a neckline low enough to make his jaw clench. 

"Like it?" you ask, grinning. 

His answer is to tackle you, catching you mid-fall onto the couch. 

"Love it," he growls into your neck, his hands gripping your thighs. His lips touch your jaw, then he leaves kisses down your neck to your shoulder.

"Caleb- the dress will get- ah!” You jolt when he starts sucking on the soft flesh on your chest.

His hands roam, and you feel him tug on the side zipper- and slotting his hand under the fabric once it's unzipped- but he doesn't touch you right away. His fingers rest on your side, his thumb brushes just underneath where you want him to touch the most.

“Caleb-” You breathe, shifting closer to his touch.

A hint of a smirk tugs on his lips, then you feel his thumb brush higher, before pressing into your soft skin.

With his free hand, he hooks his fingers along the zipper to pull the fabric up and over your chest-  just enough for him to mouth at your supple flesh. 

His tongue swipes over the nub briefly before he sucks on it, and you let out a small, breathless moan.

“God, pips," he mutters, nipping at the flesh to draw out another sound from you. "This is just for me, yeah?"

"Y-yeah," you answer in a daze as he pulls back slowly, helping you sit up.

He adjusts your clothes with care, then smirks. "…Wear it out and I’ll tackle you again."  

Note: Yall this was depravity i do sincerely apologise, this is not my usual style but IT WAS FUN. ((anon u are wild for requesting this i swear)) there is also a little easter egg for King Xavi bc i am still obsessed anyway THaNK YOU FOR READING!! Comments + reblogs are forever appreciated ✨️

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Your hesitance, his patience

Summary: LIs react during a moment of intimacy when something stops you from initiating the next step. Whether it is fear of the unknown, or a bad experience in the past- they all react to give you nothing but comfort and reassurance. Genre: Fluff 💗 (cw: suggestiveness, kisses, cuddles) Note: this came from an anon request but my app glitched when i tried to save my reply as a draft?? Now it's gone, but this is for the 🌷🍥 anon <3

SYLUS

It's meant to be romantic. The nighttime cityscape sprawls beyond the windows, the apartment is dark- and you're within his embrace, warm and familiar.

His lips trail down your neck as his hands grip your waist, pressing you against the window. The heat between you is electric- you feel his want press against your abdomen, layers of clothing doing nothing to hide his desire.

It should be easy- he wants you, you want him. But when it comes to this, a thin veil of consent separating a make-out session and letting desire have its course, you feel your mind drift from away from him, to all the implications of your choices, and what it would mean for you two after it happens.

You pause mid-kiss, feeling the building hesitance grip you like an iron chain, tight and unforgiving. Your fingers tighten in his silver strands. Sylus stills, pulling back to study your face.

"Tell me," he murmurs, thumb brushing your lower lip.

You swallow. "I want you… but I’m- I just- there's a lot you should know, that I should've told you.”

“I still want you," you tag on hastily, sighing at the stubborn tightness in your chest.

His smirk softens. "Kitten," He tucks your head under his chin. “I'm not going anywhere in this lifetime. Or the ones that follow. There's no need to worry,”

“But Sy, I want you so much,” you mumble against his chest, “this doesn't make sense and I hate it,”

He kisses the crown of your head, holding you close. "We can figure this out, love. Don't rush,”

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ZAYNE

The aircon hums in the background, and a gentle stream of mercifully cool air brushes your skin lightly. Day one of Zayne's business trip, and sharing a room- much less a bed, has your thoughts racing. You wanted him, so badly, and yet the knot in your chest keeps you from bringing it up.

Zayne’s fingers card through your hair as you lie next to him on top of the pristine hotel sheets, his touch soothing- until you clear your throat, shifting as the thoughts crowd out the calm of the hotel room.

"What’s wrong?" he asks, voice low.

You confess in fragments, cheeks heating up, and he listens without interruption.

"We have time," he finally says, rolling onto his back to give you space. "I’m not someone who takes by force. I wait for what’s given. Especially when it comes to you."

You throw an arm over your face, groaning. “Zayne, I'm really sorry. I don't know why this is so difficult-”

“Shh,” His hand finds yours, squeezing gently. “It's nothing to apologize for. Besides, there are plenty of other ways to pleasure each other,”

You blink. “Huh?”

His ears are tinged pink, but you see a faint smirk on his lips. “Feeding you dessert, for example.”

“Zayne!”

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RAFAYEL

The evening sky is painted a brilliant canvas of red, purple and gold as you sit on the sand, with Rafayel's chest against your back and his hands skimming over your sun-kissed skin.

It's almost perfect, and basking in Rafayel's warmth as the cooling sea breeze washes over you. And yet- when his hands roam a little more freely- with more intent- when his lips meet your skin not just to kiss, but to mark, you realise the pressure building within you is not entirely desire.

Rafayel freezes when you whisper your fear out to the ocean, his lips still hovering over your shoulder.

"Wait, you think I’d ever-" He cuts himself off, manoeuvring you sideways so he can look at you. His eyes are uncharacteristically serious as he brushes his thumb over your cheek. “I shouldn't have assumed you're gonna be okay with..." He sighs. "I'll stop talking now, otherwise I'll make it worse. But pleeease always tell me if anything makes you feel weird.”

You pout, feeling the tension morph into guilt. “Raf, I was just overthinking. What you're doing isn't too much… I just. Really want you, you know? But I can't- I don't know,” You sigh, curling up into his chest. "Too many things going on in my head,"

"Cutie, you’re art to me. And art?" He takes your hands, holding them gently. "It’s worshipped, not used."

He wraps you in his jacket, then kisses your knuckles. "We have forever, cutie. We can do whatever you want, whenever you want."

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XAVIER

The sheets are warm against your skin, the heat from your bodies enveloping you like hot summer air.

Xavier’s teeth graze your collarbone when you say his name, more a question than a response.

"Talk to me," he murmurs against your skin, his hand lightly squeezing your forearm.

You stammer out your fear, and he immediately pulls back, blue eyes searching yours. "Hey. This matters more than anything to me." He gestures between you, then brings your hand to his chest. His heartbeat thrums beneath your palm.

“Xavi- we're already-” You sit up and trace his jaw with your free hand gingerly. “We're always doing this- making out, getting all hot and bothered but not actually going somewhere with it. Like I want to, but I'm just- I don't know if I should? And I don't know why it's such a big decision in my head,”

Xavier chuckles, shifting to hold you in his arms. “I have no complaints. Self-restraint is admirable, and yearning can also... ignite more desire.”

He nods to himself, seeming content with his declaration to you, and you feel warmth and endearment bloom within you.

“I feel bad, Xav,” you smack his chest half-heartedly.

He pecks your cheek. “Don't be so harsh on yourself. It’ll happen when you’re ready." He sits up, readjusting. "For now… let’s just be. Stay with me like this."

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CALEB

Caleb's no stranger to giving or receiving backhugs while he cooks. Tonight, you're the one plastered to him as he stir-fries some veggies in the pan. His back is solid, comforting. You find your mind drifting to moments where you've seen his back without a shirt obscuring your view- or times when he's the one pressed up against you instead. He's everything you can ask for, but there's just a tiny, nagging fear that your mind can't seem to overcome.

Caleb’s hands still on the stove when you whine his name, his voice rough when he speaks. "Tell me what you need."

You cling tighter, mumbling just loud enough for him to pick up on your words and he gets it- switching off the gas to cradle your face.

“Did anybody hurt you, pips? Is that why? Just tell me and I'll take care of it,”

You shake your head. “I've heard a lot, seen a lot from friends- bad things that happen to people who are meant to be... fully together,”

"Look at me," he demands softly. "I don’t ever want you afraid, not with me." His kisses are light, tracing your cheeks, your nose. "We’re gonna go your speed. Always."

He carries you to the couch, "Let’s just breathe together. Thennnn, we can have all the dishes that are waiting for us in the kitchen."

Note: Ahem. Taps mic. LADS LIs KINGS OF CONSENT. Pls lmk what yall think or want to see in upcoming scenarios. Comment / reblogs / tags are also forever appreciated <33 ✨

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I tried to save a reply as a draft and then iT GOT LOST?! Where are u pls come back omg my sweet anon with the 🍥 i am so sorry :((((

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♥ Askbox open! 💌

(Clearing out requests, WIPs and will post more these few days) If yall have some spicy ideas for my upcoming scenarios, send an ask any time

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[Translated Comic] Like Bunny Fur

Original artist: norelle-n

Source ll Permission

❀ Please do not repost! ❀

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I love how u document little mephi's rich life for a crow. Can i bite him?

Im so sorry!! your ask is ANCIENT, ive seen you around tumblr and i feel so bad for only being able to get it now 🥺

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If you're only going to use your hands for trivial matters... well, they don't need their freedom anymore.

【 MDNI 】

Summary: In a world where Xavier is the King and not the Hunter you knew, you seek him on a sleepless night.

Genre: smut, 1.8k (TW: nsfw. Implied fem!reader, cw below cut)

The room feels too cavernous, the halls beyond the doors seem like yawning maws that will snap shut the moment you walk through them. You've memorised the decor of the ceiling, attempted counting the crystals on the chandelier, and paced around like a restless spectre haunting the spacious chamber. 

Now you're back, sitting up in a bed that feels too big, too empty, lacking a certain platinum-haired Hunter who's now the rightful owner of the throne in the hall a floor below. Compared to the soft cotton and polyester sheets at home, the silken luxury that pools around your waist feels like a haughty reminder of your circumstances.

(cw: Restraints, dom Xavier, overstimulation fem receiving)

In a fit of defiance, you cast the sheets aside and throw on a robe. Surely, even if he isn't the Xavier you knew- he would be awake, reviewing documents or strategizing to secure his grasp over the kingdom.

The cool marble of the hallways seeps through your slippers, and you find yourself hurrying along the gilded corridor.

Despite the years that have passed, everything remains in pristine condition, smooth black granite and marble making the castle itself seem like a shadow. The brightness of the moonlight is swallowed once it filters through the stained glass windows.

You find yourself standing in front of the ornate doors of Xavier's bedchamber, fist raised but paused. Whispers creep into your mind- consequences of knocking on the heavy wooden panels, images of what’s hidden behind the bolted doors.

With a quick exhale to steady yourself, your knuckles meet the walnut surface- and your pulse spikes, your heart thudding against your chest with every passing second. You step away, considering to bolt down the hall- or hide. But that would only make it worse if you get caught.

You plant your feet on the ground, keeping your gaze on the latch of the door. The door swings open, and you barely see the hand that moves to grasp your wrist, wrenching you inside. The scent of incense wraps around you immediately, almost as oppressive as the sheer presence of Xavier, casting a shadow over you like a moon would during an eclipse.

“Disturbing the King at this hour, in your state of undress- you really have no sense of self preservation,” he murmurs, voice void of the warmth you're used to, “I could have you punished for this,”

Your heart thuds against your ribs, yet heat creeps to your cheeks traitorously. You keep your head bowed, knowing nothing you say will help.

“Speak,” he commands.

“I couldn't…” You pause, “I wanted to be in your presence,”

He studies you evenly, then takes a step towards you. “A bold request. Yet- if that were your true intentions, you should be satisfied now,” His azure eyes carry something dark, menacing- it almost makes you want to flee. So you take a step backwards.

You hear a soft exhale as his lips curl into a smirk, and he moves towards you yet again. “You're hiding the truth,”

Your brows knit at the accusation- and whether this is a test, or a warning, it doesn't change what you were here for. “I... couldn't sleep.” You admit softly.

A finger hooks into the sash around your waist, tugging you towards him. “Are you offering yourself to me?”

Your breath hitches when he tilts your chin up.

“Just… to be by your side will be more than enough,”

His grip is gentle, almost too light when the brushes his thumb over your lips, a sneer on his lips. “Look at you, waltzing into my chambers and making demands like a spoilt princess,”

Your world tilts, and you find your back hitting the plush seat of his couch.

He pulls on the sash to undo the knot around your robe, and when you make a small sound, he pauses to look at you- his gaze softens almost imperceptibly.

"Is this what you wished for?"

You blink, feeling all words escape you as he looms over you, silvery blond strands framing his face. 

A faint warmth blossoms within your chest, softening the edges of adrenaline and desire within you. He'd stopped and asked, he's not conquering or taking, even when he has all the power to do so.

"If I'm with you, it's all I need right now."

"How… devoted. But precautions must be made if you are to stay," he says placidly, his fingers gentle as they run along your arms, up to where your shoulder is. "And if I find any weapons on you…" He pushes the fabric of the robe aside, then tugs the material off you swiftly, "You won't live to see tomorrow’s daylight."

The cool air hits skin that the nightgown doesn’t cover, and his hands are warm as they glide along your waist, to your hips, moving methodically but not harshly. Teasingly light, almost.

You grasp tightly at the velvet cushion- the closest thing you can hold, your fingers sinking into the plush as you try to stay still as his hands cover every inch of your skin. His touch is almost searing when he brushes them between your legs, only lingering briefly- then up your stomach, to your midriff.

His eyes flicker to your hand on the cushion.

"If you're only using your hands for trivial matters…" His gaze falls on your lips- bitten red from how hard you've tried not to make a sound. "They don't need their freedom anymore,"

He grips your hand, lacing his fingers through yours as he presses your wrist to the couch, just by your head. With his free hand, he tugs the neckline of your nightgown lower. His lips graze over the skin below your collarbone -then he sucks on it, the pressure making you arch against him.

“Ngh- Xavier-” You breathe, curling your fingers against his tight.

His eyes flash as he looks up at you. “Did I give you permission for that? You throw my name around so easily, my sweet little starlight,”

Your eyes widen, and a hasty apology tumbles from your lips. He nips at the skin on your chest in response, almost purring when you let out a small choked sound. 

“Have you given yourself away like this before?” He asks, pulling back.

“Only with… the Xavier I know-”

“Tsk.” He nudges your thighs apart with his knees and he lowers himself onto you, rolling his hips -just once, but the pressure and friction from the fabric is enough to draw out a stuttered breath from you.

He presses himself against your core, harder this time.

“Your highness-”

He surges forward and seals his mouth over yours in a deep kiss, finally claiming your lips with a heated, raw passion that has you reaching to cup his face, only for him to pull back and pin you with a cautioning gaze.

"You're not using your hands tonight." You feel him bring your arms up over your head, and then a soft fabric glides over your skin before it tightens around your wrists.

Xavier watches as your chest rises and falls quicker than before, and kisses you again, his lips slotting over yours. His hand rests on your waist, then skims down, dipping beneath your dress. He watches you shift under him, almost instinctively giving him further access.

"You're begging to be touched, aren't you?" He asks, his blue eyes dragging over your lips, parted and glistening, then down across your body. "So beautiful like this."

He leans down, capturing your lips once more, then trails his lips to the crook of your neck as he breathes you in, his fingers now on your inner thigh. A sudden pinch makes you gasp.

Then they brush over your core- and still. "So damp already," he says, voice silken yet tinged with a rougher edge.

You whimper when he begins to rub teasing circles, the pressure almost maddening as you let him control the pace. Seconds feel like minutes, even hours as the heady pleasure overtakes you. He finds the sensitive nub and presses down, his fingers now brushing in quick up-down motion as he watches your breath come in quick staccato bursts.

"You’re soaked," he murmurs, tugging the fabric off you entirely.

His fingertip moves over your slit, and he breathes when he brings his hand up and sees the slick glisten. His tongue darts out to taste you, and he groans, a quiet sound that sends a fresh curl of heat through your abdomen. He presses the tip of his finger into your heat, not fully breaching you- and withdraws it, drawing out a ragged whine from you.

"Not tonight, sweetheart. You’re spoiled enough as is."

And yet, he finds your clit once more, fingers rubbing with a pressure and rhythm that has you arch your back, eyes fluttering shut as you let the waves of pleasure thrum within you.

"Eyes on me."

You force your eyes open, meeting his eyes, almost with difficulty when a moment of lucidity makes you realise what a sight you must be right now, hands bound, dishevelled and legs spread underneath the king.

"Yes, your highness," you breathe- and he leans forward to press his lips onto yours as he moves his hand, swallowing all your moans as he rubs fervent circles.

His lips trail down to your neck, where he finds the soft patch of skin just beyond the corner of your jaw and sucks on it, the softness of his lips and sharp sting of his teeth becoming a heady contrast that makes you feel like the world has blurred into nothing but Xavier.

"Please- your highness, please- just like that," The words fall from your lips like a prayer as you feel the pleasure mount into a wave threatening to crash.

He heeds your prayers, murmuring praises against your skin as he keeps pace. You jerk when the pleasure hits, your breath stuttering as your hips buck. He slows down, coaxing you through your peak and prolonging it with each press of his fingers.

"Good girl." His fingers pause only for a moment, just enough for you to catch your breath. Then he rubs your swollen nub again, drawing out a sob from you and making you shudder against him.

"I should keep going," He says, a devious smirk lingering on the corner of his lips as his gaze rakes over your form, taking in the sight and getting drunk on your state of undoing.

And he does exactly as he says, bringing you through cycles of pleasure until you're completely spent and boneless. Only then, does he bring you to his bed, letting you rest with him in the moonlight.

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Note: did not expect my first NSFW work to be about Xavier but here we are /sweats/ Idk if I should continue this?? Maybe after the banner starts?? Also i havent written smut in the longest time ngl but Im so feral for King Xav :") anyhow feel free to scream about Xav in my inbox (no minors pls) THANK YOU FOR READING!! 🧡✨️👑

Note 2: sorry for typos. Editing ongoing, i didnt proofread before posting and wrote most of this in like 45 minutes bc it was just pure thirst Q_Q

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Inhales. KING XAVIER YOUR HIGHNESS I AM ON MY KNEES RIGHT NOW. Exhales.

Imagine seeing Xavier show up in his Tyrant King outfit for the first time and your mind just short circuits.

You almost feel the need to check that it's really him.

"...Xavier?"

"You're the only one who would dare call me by that name."

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