#Lauve And Deepspace

[no1deepspacehater]

When Your Dress Is Too Short (LADS Headcanons)

... And you're late for a party.

☆ Xavier

As soon as you step out the door, Xavier says nothing, but his eyes say A LOT.

“I know, I know, but we’re late! I didn’t think it’d be this short…”

It takes him a little to convince him to get going instead of making you change, but he eventually relents.

He’s standing behind you for the entire function. (Partly for you, and partly to hide the hard-on he’s getting.)

Anybody that dares to take a look is getting death eyes.

He will literally pull your dress down for you during the outing if he sees it’s riding up too much.

Good luck finding that dress afterwards; he’ll get rid of it immediately.

☆ Zayne

“A bold choice.” He points out as soon as you slip into the car.

“Please, Zayne, not now, we’re late!”

“You are correct, and while I’m not complaining, you did just flash me upon entering the car.”

“Zayne!”

Will force you to wear his big ass coat if he has one.

If not, he will also politely stand behind you most of the time and loudly cough if you start to bend down too much.

☆ Rafayel

“What do you think you’re wearing?”

“Rafayel, please, Thomas is going to kill us if we don’t show up to your showcase now!”

Unfortunately, Rafayel would rather drink the whole ocean instead of making you walk out like that.

Literally pulls out some cloth and sewing needle in the car and gets to work.

You’re more comfortable, yes, but Thomas nearly strangled you both since you were 30 minutes late.

Rafayel started getting handsy while modifying your dress, and well, one thing led to another.

☆ Sylus

“Um, Sylus, I think the stylist got my measurements wrong.”

Sylus gives you a look, eyebrows raised. “It’s supposed to look like that.”

“It’s supposed to be this short!? Sylus, if I even so much as tilt, I’ll flash the whole auction.”

“I’d have to outbid everyone for you, after that.” Sylus took a sip of his wine. “Then kill them.”

He’d call the stylist and have them fix it to your liking, although you were an hour and a half late at that point.

Sylus doesn’t mind either way; he likes showing you off, but he also wants you to be comfortable.

[no1deepspacehater]

Now, imagine the absolute smirk on his face when you catch the bouquet during the bride throwing ceremony. Immediately going to hide it behind his wrist while you twirl around and smile in success, unknowingly egging on his brewing thoughts

You and Sylus go to a friend's wedding. You're one of the bridesmaids and he's just attending. As you're standing at the podium you can't stop bug notice he's staring at you and only you, the entire time.

Later you notice how he's being very clingy. A arm always wrapped around your waist, you no more than a few inches from him so much that you keep bumping into him and accidentally elbowing him but he doesn't even flinch.

As the night continues and it's time to go home, sylus' hand is on your thigh the whole way home. Finally as you're laying in bed, curled up next to him you decide to ask what was on his mind, he was abnormally quiet.

"Just imagining what type of wedding dress you'd look best in, kitten."

[fandominspiredplaylists]

Love and Deepspace: Rafayel Spotify 15 tracks | 50 minutes

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//tracklist// 1. Love and Deepspace Instrumental // 2. Swim [Explicit] - Chase Atlantic // 3. Han Solo - Nirob Islam // 4. Reflections - The Neighbourhood // 5. gold rush - Taylor Swift // 6. Ballroom Extravaganza - DPR IAN // 7. Play Me Like A Violin - Stephen // 8. Tip Toe - HYBS // 9. Shinunoga E-Wa - Fujii Kaze // 10. I.F.L.Y. [Explicit] - Bazzi // 11. My Time - BTS // 12. "Slut!" (From The Vault) - Taylor Swift // 13. Lonely Eyes - Lauv // 14. If I Can't Have You - Shawn Mendes // 15. BITE - Troye Sivan //

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[no1deepspacehater]

You Get Into A Car Accident (Non Fatal)

Xavier

When he texted and you didn’t reply. He wasn’t worried.

When he went to your apartment, and you didn’t answer the door. He was mildly concerned.

When he saw on the news that a hunter was injured in a car crash. He grew worried.

And when he logged into the news feed of the UNICORN’s association, which shows direct information on all hunters, without proper pass, to see your status, he was frantic.

Nearly got into a car crash himself getting to the hospital, and when they wouldn’t let him in to see you, he flashed his high ranking badge, which got the message through.

You were unconscious when he got there, which suddenly reminded him how tired he was.

He prevailed through after checking with the nurses that you were okay, and with that, he pulled up a chair and blanket and fell asleep next to you.

You had to wake him up yourself after you had your breakfast (Saving some for him).

He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he blinked awake.

“You sure do know how to keep someone occupied (MC)… Try not to put yourself out of commission so often, or I’m going to have to find a new partner.” He mumbled absent mindedly as he consumed the rest of your fruit.

Zayne

If you’re not being taken care of at his hospital, he’s going to whichever one you’re at and taking over immediately. He’s THE Dr. Zayne so of course, he’s going to have his way.

For plots sake you’re at Akso Hospital for now.

If he’s in his office, whatever he’s doing is stopped immediately as his main priority is you.

If he’s dealing with another patient, or in a surgery, he’s still going to remain with his current patient, but his nerves are at an all-time high, which somehow makes him work better.

Says absolutely NOTHING as he tends to your wounds. You can’t tell if he’s seething with rage at you getting hurt or deeply disappointed that you got yourself hurt.

When you finally get the courage to say something, all you can say is his name.

“Doctor Zayne…”

He says nothing as he finishes applying a bandage. Afraid to say anything else, you wait until he’s done.

He takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose, letting out a sigh. He looks in your eyes, his own reflecting a type of tiredness you’ve only seen a couple other times you’ve been injured, but with battles instead.

To him, although you put your life in danger being a hunter every day, he’s reminded that the casualties of life are another thing he has to worry about with you.

He caresses your face and just whispers. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Rafayel

He’d called and texted, and you didn’t reply. Almost didn’t answer you when you called him the next morning.

When he saw you in the hospital bed, he got SO MAD.

Immediately hung up. You thought he was being a brat until he showed up to your hospital room exactly 10 minutes later.

“Some bodyguard you are…” He huffed, faux annoyed, as he pulled out fruit, water, a stuffed animal and balloons from his bag. How did he even get all this stuff in 10 minutes!?

Visits every day until you’re out. Argues with the nurses every time visiting hours come to a close. You have to tell him to shut up and go and apologize for him every time before they officially ban him from the hospital.

He brings his sketchbook in tow and draws scenes of you, you in the hospital, and car accidents tinged with red and dark blue. Even though they’re sketches, they still portray his feelings of anxious despair and sorrow of what could’ve been for the one he most cared about.

“Seriously, stop trying to get yourself killed all the time! … I don’t know what I’d do without you…”

[no1deepspacehater]

⸻⋅☾SYLUS - NSFW ABC's☽⋅⸻

TW: Spoilers, General TW (It's Sylus, c'mon now) and mentions of CNC (he doesn't like it, it's just mentioned)

AN: Since he's come out i've been spending so much time exploring his character and unlocking his myths!! This man has me in a chokehold. I'm so sorry Xavier.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s gonna have you in his hold for a bit, he’s not a big cuddler, but he wants you to come down nicely. So it’s a bit of him watching you relax and whipering how good you were etc for a bit.

Then, mostly for him, he’s gonna have a bit of wine (he’s such an alcoholic).

He’ll offer you a bath and shower, which he does take even if you don’t want to (remember, aftercare goes both ways, this is his way to relax.)

But don’t worry, if you want some cuddles he’s willingly, after much teasing of how much of a needy kitten you are.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Everything is his favourite part.

But if he has to choose, his arms and hands.

He’s put a lot of hours into training, without his evol he can still strangle the light from someone’s life on his own and punch the daylight out of them too.

For you, he is an ass and tits man. Why does he have to choose? He can and will have both.

Loves to see a curvy dress on you that shows off your physique. His hand is so quick to slide around your waist, proud to have a good looking person like you by his side to show off.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Thick, clear ropes of the stuff. He almost gets annoyed with how messy it can be.

Not that he’s opposed to covering you with the stuff, no he just prefers to fill you with it.

Loves tasting you, and having you coat his entire hand with your essence.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

During his surveillance of you (stalking), has watched you bathed and shower at least once or twice.

Didn’t make it a habit, even he has lines, but he’s found himself enraptured with just watching you do these simple things.

It weird because he doesn’t watch you masturbate, nor masturbate himself really during the times he watched you shower.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Knows about sex. Fucks.

He’s experienced, you can’t tell me otherwise. He’s had a few workers here and there.

He also knows that just because he has experience with other women, doesn’t mean he knows all about your likings.

But trust, he’ll spend all night learning you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Reverse and regular cowgirl, surprisingly.

Bet let’s dissect, even though you’re the one on top of him, he’s of course in control.

He has no trouble holding you down on top of him, or moving you up and down on him.

And of course, the sight is beautiful to him, he’s in close reach of everything, and of course, most of the time you have no other option to be face to face with him.

Where he can really see wha’t going on in your mind.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I wouldn’t say he’s overly serious, but if you call his constant teasing humorous then he’s fucking hilarious.

But yes, he’s more focused on whispering the most outright naaesstttiest filth close into your ear while you come undone before him.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Shaved down to a minimum and neat. He has his own (very high quality) clippers for down there. Takes pride in his look.

Wouldn’t mind if you like to keep things natural, but does like to have things low for you as well.

Hell, he’ll go crazy if you have some type of design on it!

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s more of a dirty romantic.

But he can be sweet, in his own way.

Telling you how much he adores you, your sounds, your body.

Soft touches, handling you delicately at times.

And he keeps you pretty close during the act, lots of skin to skin touching.

His kisses range from feather light to deep kisses, and leaving marks is definitely one of his acts of affection.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

This might be crazy, but hear me out.

I do not see this man masturbating often.

Maybe like ONCE in a literal blue moon, like if he’s deadly bored. (And let’s face it, he’s too much of a busy man to be bored.)

Also, he’s the most powerful man in the N109 zone, and basically has most of Linkon in his hands, I’m sure he will find someone (You) that will satisfy his needs.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Need I say, BLOOD KINK!?!

Yeah, he get’s down like that, and I will die on this hill.

He’d love to see your pathetic attempts at trying to make him flinch as you draw a blade against his skin, it winds him up.

Won’t go too crazy on you, but let’s just say you’re going to need a bandage for that bike mark.

Ropes, whips, cuffs, he’s into that entire scene, anything to make you submit to him.

Vibrators are common place, one of his favourite things to do is to watch you fall apart without even laying a finger on you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

One of his many secluded castles or cabins. He can get you as loud as he wants there.

Not that he really cares if anyone hears the both of you.

Prefers to be in a comfortable place really, but doesn’t mind if you want to get dirty in a semi-public place (Like a private room, clubs, office).

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you stand your ground.

Once, you pistol whipped a high ranking gangster during an undercover mission, after he ‘joked’ about a female being in a room. Then you proceeded to berate him and his whole crew coldly and put him in his place.

He was rock hard after that. Wanted to take you then and there.

Also has a thing for you being bratty, replying smartly to his teasing. Makes him want to fuck it out of you.

Seeing you dressed up. He knows you’re not materialistic, and neither is he, but seeing you in a fitting outfit that you bought with his card (that probably cost thousands), drives him crazy.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Consensual-non-consensual, or noncon stuff. Yes, he likes when you’re bratty and put up a fight a little, but not in that way. (He sees the effect of trafficking in the N109 zone, and doesn’t feel comfortable seeing anyone portray that.)

Anything that involves other types of bodily fluids, yes, that type of stuff. He finds it weird.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

LOVES a blowjob with all his cold heart. Would never say no. He can be kind of a head pusher, because he knows it ticks you off, but if you’re not comfortable he can resists, he just likes to hear you choking on him.

Does also like to eat you out, only if you’re cool with him doing it to the point of much overstimulation (he’s going to do that anyway).

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely prefers Slow, sensual, but DEEP!!

You swear, you don’t know how he does it, but he’s gotten to places you can’t even reach with a dildo.

He’ll go wild sometimes and fuck you with sharp, sudden movements, because he’s close but he wants you to come before him (But he won’t tell you that).

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Prefers to have his way with you.

He can get busy at times, so he’s not always available for that. He tends to disappear randomly in the night and show up randomly.

If you beg him enough, rile him up enough secretly, he will not hesitate to push you up against a wall in an alleyway and give you what you’re asking for, just know that he always ties up loose ends, and we will be continuing later.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s very open, apart from the hard no’s.

Likes the heart pounding excitement from taking new, kind of dangerous risks.

Won’t do anything that will put you in serious danger or grievous harms way.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

If it’s night, he’s going to town.

But that’s mostly because he’s taking his time with you.

Short refractory period after the first 2-3 times, then after the 5th time he’s just focused on making you cum.

If it’s the day, let’s say about 2, maybe three rounds max. He’s definitely less energized because he’s normally asleep.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not really toys, since the handcuffs, muzzles and whips have actually been used for other affairs... But they’re multipurpose, anyway, or so he says.

Does invest in vibrators and the like when he sees how much he can do to you with them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Do you really have to ask this, for SYLUS?

The man was practically born to tease. You think it’s his new way of trying to kill you, or drive you insane, at least.

If he’s really feeling like a prick, he’s denying your orgasm a couple times, and punishing you hard if you do, by overstimulating you until you’re shaking.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not a moaner, honestly, if he wasn’t talking you through it most of the time it’d be deadly quiet.

He’ll let out a grunt here and there, a breathy sigh that still gets you weak occasionally.

But of course, he’s talking you through it, and his vocabulary is quite expressive.

With his baritone voice, he could be talking about pineapples and it’d still get you going.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He knows the twins have been trying to eavesdrop sometimes.

Once, you asked if they could watch, and he allowed it.

He can always tell when they're there, and tells you that you spoil them too much.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Big, I don’t care, argue with the wall.

Okay okay, more length than girth if we’re being real, but he’s not skinny either.

At least 9 inches. He’s GIGANTIC, look at him! Def a shower.

VEINY!! Decorated from tip to balls.

His entire shaft turns red from stimulation, the tip being the brightest. It rivals his eyes.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Surprisingly not that high, honestly.

Sure, he likes to tease and rile you up, but it’s not like he’s expecting or wanting sex just because.

Can go pretty long without it honestly, there are other ways of having his fun with you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Unless it’s in the morning/day, he’s staying awake.

Sex is one of the few energy-inducing activities for him that will keep him awake for hours.

Will probably play with your hair, or just lay by you for a while until taking a short nap himself, maybe sipping a few wines to relax him.

[no1deepspacehater]

The DeepSpace Boys Getting High

A/N: I don't even like smoking, most of the time I have panic attacks but I've had like 1 or 2 good highs. anyway WHERE MY LADS 420 BLAZERS AT??? this ones for you guys <3

☆ Zayne

Has used CBD oil once or twice for body pain from his evol, has never really gotten high though. Other than that, not much experience.

Would prefer eating edibles over anything. Put an infused macaron in his face and he is folding immediately.

Is the type to go non-verbal once it hits.

And he gets really slow. Not like dumb slow but physically slow. He starts buffering like a youtube vid on bad wifi.

Both of you got high once and though you had called him numerous times, he only looked up from his work email after you touched his shoulder, he’d only typed “As per my last email,” within the 10 minutes he was staring at the screen.

☆ Xavier

His body is already on low power mode 24/7, weed is sending him fast asleep immediately.

Good luck waking him up within the next 24 hours.

Has some experience, but it’s not something he does often.

Doesn’t like the smell from smoking it, so you both drink it as tea or sweets as well.

Did give Jeremiah some seeds to plant once and told him it was tomato seeds as a ‘joke’.

Gets the worst munchies afterwords, so you both always have lots of snacks prepared.

☆ Rafayel

Experimented with it before so he could see how his art would turn out while high.

Needless to say, he would do anything but paint.

House? Cleaned. Paperwork? Take a hike Thomas. All four seasons of that new comedy you both started? Watched.

Speaking of comedy, when high, everything is instantly 5x funnier with him.

Thomas was scolding you both for something, and you both nearly pissed yourself laughing because Rafayel whispered. “He looks like a barracuda when mad.”

Thomas was not impressed and banned you both from smoking ever again.

☆ Sylus

Not interested, sorry.

Even if he does to humour you, he’s not doing enough to get baked, more like a light buzz.

Prefers alcoholism, like a true alcoholic.

He’s a bit more loose in personality when he does get buzzed though, his softer smiles showing up more, and he laughs at your antics more.

On a side note, the twins are hilarious when they’re high as well.

I have a small headcanon that Sylus can’t actually get truly drunk or high, since his body heals itself, kind of like a Deadpool situation, except he can get slightly buzzed or close to 'kind of' drunk, he’d have to focus on not triggering his evol though, and that’s just too much work.

[no1deepspacehater]

NSFW ABC's - Xavier !

A/N: Zayne is up next for this one! Minors look away ofc! Also some minor spoilers in letters E and K

Enjoy!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Mostly, he’s so ready to sleep, but if that doesn’t fit your needs, he stays up for you. Need a shower? He’ll help you wash up. Something to eat? He’s not the best cook but cereal after sex always hits the spot anyways.

His most preferred aftercare is after a cold shower, you both just cuddle each other to sleep. You’re his favourite teddy bear to hold.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him, his arms. Strong and buff from years, and I mean years, of sword practicing. Upper body strength of the Gods, perfect for holding you up with he fucks you against the wall, or just caging you in while you ride him. Grip his arms in any position and he’s beaming.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Moderate amount when he cums BUT he leaks. One stroke and his dick is wet. Prefers to cum inside/with a condom just because it gets sticky and messy, but is SO more than down if you want him to cum anywhere else.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

While masturbating has accidentally came on one of the plushies you gave him. He fell asleep right after and it left a stain he couldn’t wash out. Said plushie is now hidden away where you’ll never find it, and when you ask him about it he always says he lost it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

SPOILERS FOR HIS LORE!

Ok so here’s my headcanons, he’s either:

Has NEVER had sex because, well, he only wants you. Probably doesn’t watch porn for the same reason. Most knowledge he’s have is conversations with close friends but no hands on work.

HAS had sex before, but with previous lifetimes/timelines of you. Kinda more fun to work with this one because, he’d know all your sensitive spots, even ones you don’t know about. He’d now just how to rile you up and have you seeing literal stars.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

When he has energy or is in that type of mood: variations of missionary, I feel like he’d be into wall sex.

Other than that, as long as your on top of him and he could see your face, he’s happy. Sometimes he’ll let you do your thing while he’s being a little pillow princess, othertimes he’s the one in absolute control even though you’re above him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Always light giggles here and there because you both are being so cute. Sometimes though he’s not serious but he gets in this focused/locked in type of mode when you both are having particularly passionate sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

HEAR ME OUT HERE!! Rarely clean shaven just because he’d literally rather sleep. It’s not a jungle, but definitely had to start keeping it lower when you both do start to get intimate. I’d say once a week at least, once every two weeks at least. Now listen closely, he’s got a happy trail, nobody argue with me. His hair down there is a bit darker/browner than his actual hair, but it’s still pretty light that if you look too fast you’ll miss it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a sappy little alien boy. Always showering you with praises so most of the time you’re a smiling blushing mess, which makes him smile as well. Even when he’s being dominant he’s calling you cute little pet names, anddd he’s got that smug little snark that’s just waiting for you to challenge him so he could show you who really is the most powerful here.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t really do it much because sleep >> anything else. When he does have to release some pent up energy he generally just does it to get it out of the way and falls back asleep. Sometimes falls asleep dick in hand mid stroke.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I feel like he would be into roleplay. It’d take him a while to bring it up, but once he does it kinda helps him to actually express his emotions more in a way? But having you dress up as different things turns him on as well (the maid outfit is not surviving the night).

Also hear me out on this I feel like he’d have a pregnancy kink. (SPOILER: Something about you both living long enough to have a family) You’d just look sexy with a belly to him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His or your place, where you can really let go. As for specifics:

The bed, the kitchen counter, the bathroom, the couch, to the windowww to the wall. As long as your both comfortable, he’s so down to screw you anywhere.

But thats not to say you both haven’t gotten... freakaayyy in the staff room closet at work once or twice... or five times.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Though he can just hear your name and he’s turned on, he particularly likes when you sass him back or give a little attitude. It’s like a declaration of sexual war between you two and he’s adamant that he wins.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Won’t bruise you too hard or hurt you in a serious way (like blood and stuff). He can’t, he just can’t. Hard choking as well is uncomfortable for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Lives for eating you out/giving head. Even if he’s too tired for penetration he’s got more than enough energy for you to sit on his face and just let him go wild. Or literally he’ll get on his knees and just keep going harder everytime you tug his hair when he’s hitting a sweet spot. Will literally overstimulate you every time because he’s just having so much fun.

As for receiving, he doesn’t ask for it much but would neverrr decline. He twitches so much and constantly has to hold himself back from bucking his hips up and shoving his dick down your throat. Hearing you swallow all of his cum makes him literally orgasm a second time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast, no, rarely. Slow, sensual, rough in an almost primal like way but still soft? Yes! He needs to feel every bit of you, and make sure you’re feeling every bit of him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Appreciative of a good quickie. Though he’s more qeen on having ample time to do with you what he wants, there has been situations where he’s had to pull you to an empty room and set a new world record for the both of you. Sometimes the both of you are at home doing the nasty when you get called to a mission, and then suddenly it’s a race for time lol.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If it’s for you, he’ll try anything (within reason). He is a risk taker as well, because really to him it’s not a risk if he’s going to succeed anyway. Just has to make sure he’s thought of every outcome and weighed out the pros vs cons, which he can decide very quickly when you’re looking at him like that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Depends on how much time between the rounds. After round one, let him take a quick nap and he’s back on it like white on rice. Anything more than that will require a full day of sleeping with cuddles with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like personally he never bothered with toys, but would not be opposed to use one on you. It’s like having another way to satisfy you (and tease you endlessly). He likes to feel your touch rather than a toy but he’s okay with anything you want mostly.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s such a switch, honestly. One day he’s begging for you and the next he’s making YOU beg until you literally can’t handle it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This man is a moaner and whimperer. He tries to hold it back mostly so it’s a lot of hot whimpering and mumbling at first but keep riling him up he’ll get louder. Says your name like a prayer always.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

 Turns your plushies around before you guys have sex, all of them. He says he doesn’t want to taint their innocence.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick in diameter, average sized in length. Definitely a shower but it’s pretty like him in every way anyway. Has one (1) prominent vein that hits just right. Colour just slightly darker than his skin colour (he’s pretty pale so) but tip is a light pink (#E6C5AD, if you will). Turns more red as he’s about to cum/is stroking or whatever. Yes I have thought a lot about this.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Having to wait lifetimes for your lover can leave you pretty wanting at times. That being said Xavier doesn’t really indulge in himself too often, and he’s quite the sleeper so in general it’s pretty low. But it can lead to some fun times where he’s just teasing you forever.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Like a LIGHT. After proper aftercare he is ready for the nap of his life.

[no1deepspacehater]

Private Collection - Rafayel x Reader

Tags: Just a littleee NSFW (so no minors), a naked body is involved, reader has breasts, unresolved tension, sexual tension.

AN: Cross posted on my AO3

 You breathed a silent, agitated huff out as you stared at yourself in the mirror. When you made a deal with him to be his ‘bodyguard’, you never expected to be roped into an activity like this.

 A knock on the bathroom door brought you out of your thoughts. You tied the slings of the robe tight around you, though it was a pointless act since the apparel would be coming off soon enough. 

 “Would you hurry up in there? God, you’re as slow as a sea slug.” Rafayel’s disgruntled voice muffled behind the door. 

 “I’m coming!” Annoyed, you opened the door to meet Rafayel right behind it. His arms were crossed, and he had an ever-present look of snob on his face that you can only get from someone with high celebrity status like him. 

 He immediately turned around, going to one of the two chairs in the middle of his studio. “Finally, let’s get started.” 

 You tried to make a normal stride to the chair across from him, but it came out more like a nervous shuffle. You stopped in front of him, a second of hesitation.

 Rafayel looked up from mixing his paints, catching your eye. “C’mon, don’t get cold feet now. If you’re worried about me, I had to study tons of nude references, now hurry up.” 

 Yeah, but being naked and put on display was foreign to you, and being naked in front of him is what was putting you on edge. You grumbled a lame comeback, whispered it basically, and untied your robe. 

 Like ripping off a band-aid, you threw the cloth over your shoulder and let it drop to the floor. Goosebumps immediately formed on your skin from the cold air, and part embarrassment. You sat on the stool softly, brows furrowed as you focused on him mixing paint instead of your face. He was mixing a dark hue of his favourite blue. 

 Rafayel finally raised his head to you, and for a quick moment, you locked eyes with him, catching the bright red blush that roared across his face. 

 He cleared his throat momentarily, looking back to his paint to coat his brush with paint. When he looked at you again, the blush was already starting to fade, and you had already averted your gaze, your own face heating up, too. 

 What happened to him being used to this!? What was that? He’s such a liar. 

 “It’s cold, don’t move.” Was his only warning as he started to paint around the base of your neck. It was cold, but you did your best not to squirm as he spread the paint downwards. Your body quickly adapted to the chilled stripe of paint until he dipped his brush again and applied it to the other side of your neck, sending another cold jolt. 

 “This paint is skin safe, right?” You spoke a sudden thought, attempting to make the whole situation a bit less awkward. 

 Rafayel hummed “Maybe, I did mix a few special ingredients in there to get the hues just right.”

 Your head jerked towards him, “What?!”. Rafayel tsked at the sudden movement. 

 “Don’t move so suddenly! It’ll mess up the stroke.” 

 You grumbled again and hoped you wouldn’t break into hives after this. 

 Rafayel continued to apply around your neck, standing up and working around your body. He took a moment to coat your whole back in an array of colours you couldn’t see. For a moment he stood back, brush to the side as he put a hand on his mouth in thought. 

 “Angle yourself a little bit forward.” He instructed. 

 You slipped a little bit off of the stool, hands to your side gripping the stool. “Like this?” You asked. 

 Rafayel hummed, examining you hard. You could tell his gaze was one of artistic scrutiny, looking for the best angle of his subject, the right ‘composition’ as he liked to say.

 He moved in front of you, grabbing your forearms, shoulders, and back and adjusting them to his liking. His next aim was your hips, pulling them forward just a bit. The action set you back to a flustered mess all over again, and if it bothered Rafayel, he didn’t show it one bit. 

 Sitting back down, he continued his work on the front of your body. As his stroke neared the curve of your breast and over your unfortunately hard nipples, you held back a shudder. 

 “Will you relax…” Rafayel breathed out a laugh. The redness on his own face was starting to come back, unbeknownst to him. 

 “It’s… cold!” You mumbled out. A solid excuse. 

 As he moved towards the other breast, you swore he was doing it on purpose. Purposely applying new, cold, paint and dragging the paintbrush ever so slowly over the nipple. 

 You couldn’t fight back the shudder, and Rafayel pulled the paintbrush back fast enough as you arched up suddenly. 

 His hands immediately moved to your hips again to put you back in spot; his sly smirk was not missed as you nervously looked down at him with a scowl. “D-did you do that on purpose?” 

 “Do what on purpose?” He dismissed you just as quick, moving to apply the finishing stroke to your chest area and moving down. “I’m simply painting, now would you seriously stop moving, before I have to start all over again.” 

 Knowing not to take Rafayel up on his warning because you know he would seriously make you wash everything off and start over, you gritted your teeth and stayed still. You’ll get him back, somehow, and decided to force your other racing thoughts on some type of revenge. 

 Rafayel made quick work of your midsection, and surprisingly, with no teasing, finished painting your more lower region as well. His pace slowed at your thighs, painting them with intricate details you couldn’t see the lower he went, since he’d instructed you to keep your head up to not disturb the paint on your neck. 

 Then it was your calves, at which you complained to hurry up since your muscles hurt from not moving for so long. He told you to shut up and let him paint. You’re feet finally, which, of course, tickled, and Rafayel threatened to turn you into fish balls if you dared squirm again. 

 Finally, after what seemed like hours, Rafayel stood up and put up his paintbrush. He stalked around you, eyeing every angle to make sure it was to his liking. 

 “There, another masterpiece. Stay right, and I mean exactly, there.” He commanded as he went to the corner of the room. You didn’t dare turn your head to look where he went, but you could hear him digging through one of his drawers. 

 He came back into your view with a professional camera. 

 “I didn’t know you were also into photography.” You commented in between flashes.

 Rafayel walked closer, ghosting two fingers under your chin, lifting your head up. You both locked eyes again, his face unusually close, before he backed away to take another pick. He was making sure your face wasn’t in any of the pictures, a promise he made when you agreed to be a part of his ‘artwork’.

 “It’s not my chosen medium.” He murmured, focusing on the angle of the camera. “But it proves useful for pieces like this.” 

 You had another thought. “Do your photographs sell as much as your paintings?” You knew what you were getting into, but the idea of some creepy rich guy hanging a large photograph of your body in his bedroom made you feel a little icky. Oh well, it’s too late now. 

 “Depends on what I take a picture of. Though my imagination is priceless when I paint, a picture is worth a thousand words.” He took his last picture before straightening up. His smile was one of satisfaction. “Or I might use these pictures of a reference for my next painting.” He put his hands on his chin in thought. 

 “I hope whoever buys it is very happy with their purchase… well maybe not too happy…” You laughed a bit at your joke, but Rafayel suddenly got serious. 

 His eyes sized you up from up and down, and then when he realized you were looking at him, perplexed. He walked close to you, motioning for you to stand up. He picked up the robe from the ground and gently began helping you put it back on. Locking eyes for the third time, there was a gaze in his eyes you couldn’t quite decipher. He held eye contact as he tied the robe��tightly back around you. 

 “You can go wash off now.” Is all he said as he backed away, going back to his camera. “Do call if you need help~” His tone went back to teasing, and you snapped out of your daze and rolled your eyes. 

 “Yeah right, maybe in your next ‘artwork’.” You snarked as you walked back to the bathroom, in need of a really hot and long shower after whatever that was just now. 

 It turns out Rafayel suddenly changed the theme of his next art gallery, to the dismay of his poor assistant, with little to no explanation. He’d decided to keep the pieces he had planned to display to himself for his own private collection.

[no1deepspacehater]

Early Arrival (Xavier x Reader)

Tags: Blowjobs, Facials, Use of pet names (Bunny, my love), fluff

Summary: You give your boyfriend, Xavier, head.

absolutely, toe-curling, ball-sucking, way too descriptive, head

Cross posted on A03!

Credit screen rolling, Xavier stretched out on the couch, suppressing a yawn. “Are we going to watch part two?” He relaxed his arm around you, bringing you out of your thoughts.

 Truth is, you didn’t actually invite your boyfriend over to just watch a movie. You really wanted to try something new with him… It turns out you were so hesitant that you got through an entire film as you searched for the courage to prompt him.

 You turned towards him, putting a hand on the remote he held to stop him from playing the next movie. “Uh Xavier, there was something… something I wanted to ask.” You stumbled out.

 Xavier turned to you with a smile. “You’re blushing like crazy, little bunny.” He pinched your cheek teasingly. “What is it? Do you want me to make you another lightshow?”

 Rubbing your hand against his chest, you just let it out. “No, I wanted to try giving you head.”

 Xavier gave you a confused, head-tilt look.

 “…Suck your dick.”

 “Oh…” Xavier mumbled, blush flushing into his face. It’s not that you two haven’t been intimate before, but this was the first time you’ve offered to give him head.

 “Please?” You murmur. “I’ve been thinking about… it, a lot...” Embarrassment making your cheeks heat up.

 Xavier gave you a reassuring smile. “I’m not going to say no, I’m just a little taken aback.” He leaned in closer to you, pressing a kiss on your lips. “If it’s something you really want.” He pressed more kisses against your lips. He grabbed your hand from his chest and led it down to clothed crotch. “I won’t deny you, my love.”

 In appreciation, you returned his feverish, deep kisses, letting him sneak his tongue in. You massaged him through his jeans, feeling him grow harder from the friction.

  After the heated make-out foreplay, you pulled back. The blush on Xavier’s face spread faster by the minute as you dropped to your knees before him. You looked away as you pushed his legs farther apart to make room for yourself.

 “..ready?” You asked, locking eyes with him again. Xavier nodded, then reached down to palm the hardening bulge in his jeans. You watched with eager eyes as he zipped down his pants, fingers shyly popping open the button.

 You rubbed his thigh, giving him an encouraging smile.

 Xavier shuffled his jeans down, leaving his plain boxers as the only layer. You leaned in closer, letting out a satisfying hum as Xavier finally freed his dick from his underwear. His eyes lowered slightly as he gave himself a couple strokes. He was fully hard and erect now, his tip slightly red and glistening with leaking pre-cum. His other hand placed itself on your cheek, bringing you closer. “If it’s too much…” He whispered, making sure you’re not having double thoughts.

 You nodded, shifting on your legs from your own heat starting to pool in your underwear. With that, Xavier removed his hands, one falling to his side and the other going to hold his shirt up, revealing a light-coloured happy trail.

 You grasped the base, lightly squeezing, sliding up over the head, and sliding back down. At the same time, you moved closer until your lips touched the top of his dick. You could hear Xavier’s breath pick up slightly. You let the tip of your tongue slide over the reddening tip, tasting the slightly salty beads of cum.

 You pulled back, letting your entire tongue flat out at the base, and licked all the way up slowly. You looked up at Xavier as you did so. His lips slightly parted as his fluttering eyes watched your every move.

Now or never.

 You opened your mouth, taking him in tongue first, swallowing all the way. Xavier finally broke out a groan. His hand rested lightly on the back of your head, toying with your hair.

 You suctioned the air out of your mouth, trailing behind your hand as you stroked and sucked at the same time. Your tongue moved around him, feeling every vein and curve.

 “(mc)… (mc)… (mc), (mc), (mc)!” Xavier moaned out, his hand ever so slightly tightening his grip on the back of your head as you sped up the pace. However, his hold on his shirt pulled it up further, griping so tight that it was sure to leave creases.

 Encouraged, you tried to take him all the way to the base, moaning as you went down. As his dick hit the back of your spasming, squeezing throat, Xavier instinctively pushed his hand on your head down.

 You gagged, throat contracting to force him out. Xavier whimpered out at the sensation before coming to his senses and sitting up. He released you, moving to the side of your head to pull you up off him.

 Coming up off him with a ‘pop’! Of your lips, you leant back, spit still connected to him and dripping off the side of your mouth. You looked at him with dazed, lust-filled eyes.

 With one hand on your cheek and another making soothing movements at your upper neck. “Sorry! I’m so sorry… are you alright?” Xavier apologized again and again.

 You pushed him back onto the couch, taking his member back into your hands. “I’m more than fine Xavier…” You cooed, licking up and down his wet cock. “You can be a little rough with me sometimes…” You sucked on a particularly prominent vein, sending him back into a moaning mess, only being able to whimper your name out.

Speeding up your strokes, you pulled down his boxers further, pulling his balls with your other hands-free.

 “ah, ah, (mc)-” Xavier moaned, his tone deeper and more warning-like. “If you do that- I’ll-”

 Massaging one ball and switching to the other, you looked up at him with a challenging smile. “You’ll what?” Before he could reply, you took one in your mouth, gently sucking and moving it around your mouth.

 Xavier laid his head back on the couch in defeat, whimpering and bucking his hips in your hand as you stoked his dick and played with his balls in your mouth. “I’m going to- i-I’m cum-!”

 Streaks of warm cum fell in stripes across your face just after you closed your eyes at the short warning. Xavier whispered your name, pet name and various other praises as he emptied himself on your face.

 You let his balls fall out of your mouth and slowed your stroke as he emptied out. Keeping your eyes closed from getting cum in them, you could only hear Xavier’s deep breaths as he came down from his high. 

 “…sorry, again!” Xavier helped you get up and sat you down on the couch. “Let me get that off you, my love.”

 You could hear Xavier fix his clothes then move to the kitchen, returning quickly with wet tissues to help you clean his cum off your face. He gently wiped at your eyes before moving to the rest of your face.

 “Was it good?” You asked after he finished cleaning your mouth off.

 Xavier let out a chuckle, “Are you serious?” He leaned in and pressed a deep kiss to your lips. “You were so good, little bunny.”

 Face reddening as you smiled with praise, Xavier pressed more kisses to your lips and neck.

 “I wish you hadn’t let me cum, though…” He murmured on your skin between kisses.

 You wrapped your arms and legs around him, pulling him back on the couch. “I couldn’t help myself.” You laughed.

 Xavier laid you back on the couch, hovering over you. His eyes raked from your face to your chest hungrily. “I wanted to please you, too.” He kissed your jawline, and you shuddered as you felt a hand slip under your shorts, resting the hem of your underwear “… make you feel how hard you made me.”. He pulled back as he edged your shorts and panties off. He settled between your thighs, a small smile on his face but a wicked look in his eyes.

“Allow me to repay the favour…”

[no1deepspacehater]

Spending The Day With...

★ Xavier★

After a late movie night leading to an impromptu sleepover, you wake up cuddled up with Xavier on the couch.

It’s nearly 10PM, and as you rouse from your sleep, it wakes Xavier up as well.

“Still too early…” He groans as he wraps his arms tighter around you. It was both your day off, so it didn’t hurt to sleep a bit more.

You both fall back asleep for a little more until your growling stomach wakes you up.

Xavier stumbles into the kitchen, eyes still half-lidded and hair a mess. Rubbing his stomach under his loose sweater, he stalks up until he’s right behind you, laying his head on his shoulder.

“What are you cooking? Just eggs?”

“… and toast! It’s not like you have much in the fridge, we’ll have to go shopping later.”

After breakfast, you both freshen up and head outside to head to the store.

“Look Xavier, a farmers market!” A rare event in Linkon City, you eagerly dragged him over to look at the various fruit stalls and vendors.

A kind old man with his young son gifted you some cherries free of cost; the son very obviously entranced with you. Xavier, upon realization, almost handed them back the cherries before you discreetly stepped on his foot, not wanting to seem disrespectful.

You both then went to the convenience store for a bit more things, then headed back home to make lunch, well, more like an early dinner.

“It’s evening now, but it’s nice and cool outside, want eat at the park?” Xavier proposed.

The park was nearly empty, save for one or two people with the dog or significant other.

Laying out a blanket to sit on, you both ate and talked as you watched the sunset over the city.

Stars began to blink in the darkening sky, and your attention was on the bright constellation above you.

Xavier, though one to admire the night sky, had all his attention on you. He couldn’t help but lean over and brush his lips against your neck, making you shiver slightly.

Under only the cover of starlight, you both shared sweet moments of intimacy.

It was only when you let out an involuntary yawn that Xavier backed up a little and chuckled.

“We had a busy day, didn’t we, let’s go home now, shall we?”

[no1deepspacehater]

Too Hot To Handle (Xavier/Reader)

Tags: Fluff and Smut, Fem Reader

Posted on AO3!

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"I'm serious!" You begin to laugh a little, too, running your hands back down his chest to his stomach.

"I know you are," Xavier smiles. "I just think you're sexier."

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 Sometimes, your boyfriend forgets just how sexy he is.

 No, it's more like he doesn't know how much you want him sometimes.

 Laying in bed, you watch him dry his hair in the bathroom. Clad in only grey sweatpants (such a sluttish choice, he must be doing this on purpose), you watch him shyly under the covers. His body was heavenly, strong arm muscles flexing as he moved the towel over his face. You had a clear view of his torso as he reached up to get the back of his neck, abs still slightly wet from his shower.

 And his V line, GOD! You clenched your legs together as you raked your eyes over him again and again, letting your eyes follow the light, happy trail to those god-forsaken sweatpants, which did nothing to hide the outline of his dick. Why was he so attractive?

 "Why are you staring at me like that?" You're snapped out of your daze. Xavier's locked eyes with you, giving you a half smile. So innocent. By now, you could tell when he was looking at you with 0% lust and 100% love (a rare occurrence), and that was right now as he finished up in the bathroom and walked towards you. "Did I take too long in the shower?"

 "No…" You mumbled out, brows furrowing in frustration. Why wasn't he fucking you right now?

 His gaze turned concerned. You shuffled over to let him sit next to you, leaning on your side and giving him a frown. He placed a hand on your cheek, gently thumbing it.

 "Then what's the matter, bunny?" He whispered low.

 That tipped the scale for you. "I want you." You say it shyly and immediately feel dumb. As if he hasn't made you moan more obscene things as he literally beat his cock into you. But he knows what you mean, and right now, the level of lust behind his eyes was at a good 500%, give or take.

 "Is that why you were staring at me so hard?" He chuckled, and you nearly cum right there and then. He leans down to press a deep kiss on your lips, the scent of his shampoo wafting over you as well. He pulls away, going to grab a pack of condoms from the drawer of the nightstand (ultra-thin, EXTRA LARGE) and a tube of lube. "Why didn't you just start with that?"

 You don't answer as he moves onto the bed, shifting the sheets off of you and settling between your legs. You run your hands up his sculpted chest, fingers lightly ghosting over his collarbones, to snaking to each side of his neck. Your thumb lightly presses over his Adam's apple before you're interrupted by a hand grabbing yours.

 Xavier pressed your hand over his cheeks, pulling it over his lips to press light kisses to your palm. "Feeling shy tonight?" He teases, azure eyes filled with mirth.

 Warmth spread through your fast as you looked away again, but you nodded. "You're just really sexy." You know you shouldn't be, but you're embarrassed at how embarrassed you are in front of him right now. He really makes you horny by just standing there.

 You hear Xavier laugh and shoot him a look, which he instantly wipes off by pressing his lips to yours again. You could feel him smiling through the kiss and push him back slightly.

 "I'm serious!" You begin to laugh a little, too, running your hands back down his chest to his stomach, stopping at the cloth of his pants.

 "I know you are," Xavier smiles. "I just think you're sexier." His hand run up your abdomen to under your breast. He softly grasps them, running his thumbs over the hardening nipples through your bralette. "All the time, really, but especially when you're like this."

 He grips one of your thighs, pulling it up to get closer to you. He leans in again, this time going after your neck to press deep kisses against your pulse. "Want me to prove it?" You gasp as he pushes against you, his hard length pressing directly into your core through the clothed shorts.

 "Already?" You tease, feeling a slight confidence boost.

 Xavier pulls away, moving to pull your bralette up and off you. "That's all you, beautiful."

 As soon as you rid yourself of the bralette, Xavier's hand returns to your breast. You shiver as he pinches both nipples, and Xavier sighs in delight. His hips rolled against yours instinctively, making you whine his name.

 "If you keep calling me like that…" Xavier groans out. He grabs the top of your shorts quickly, pushing them down with urgency. Like himself, you didn't have any underwear on. The shorts were still too much in the way, so Xavier got to work quickly, pulling your left leg over to your right so he could slide them off completely.

 He stops for a second to admire your naked form below him, grinding his dick into your ass. "Being shy around me, when you look like this?"  He whispers, sliding his hand over the swell of your ass.

 You whine again, grinding against him. "Xavier…" you groan impatiently. A sharp smack against your ass made you yelp.

 Xavier smiled down at you, as gently as ever, as he rubbed the stinging spot on your ass. "Use your words, bunny." He chides.

 "Please Xav, fuck me good, please."  You moan out, gripping your own tits for some sort of stimulation.

 He starts to pull his sweats down, very quickly at that. "Spread open for me baby, I'll be right there."

 You do as you're told, laying on your back and hooking your arms under your knees, bringing them all the way up to your chest. His eyes are on you, on full display, as yours is on his as you watch his dick spring free. His tip red and leaking sweat pre-cum already. You snake a hand down to your wet hole, dipping a finger in and dragging it over your clit.

 Xavier fumbled with the condom, having to pry himself from watching you pleasure yourself to put it on correctly. He grabs the lube, coating his fingers in it. He draws closer to you, coating his dick in lube as well.

  "Such a good girl, Gods, you drive me crazy." He murmured as he pushed his still slick fingers into you, drawing moans from you as he rubbed your insides. He pulls his hand out, moving to press your legs back further.

 He slides his dick in with ease, and you immediately arch your back at the pleasure of him filling you up. You grab at his shoulders for stability, moaning loudly. Xavier hums in pleasure as he bottoms out, immediately pulling back out and starting a steady pace into you.

 His lips find yours again, the kiss being a sloppy mix of tongue and saliva, the both of you moaning in pleasure as he hits deeper and deeper into you. Sweet nothings fall out of your mouth for him.

How good he's filling you up, how good his dick feels inside you, and how fucking good he looks while doing it; it all riles Xavier up more, and now he's slamming into you at an unrestrained pace.

 Streaks of hot pleasure spread through your entire body, making your toes curl, and your entire body shake and clench. You didn't even have time to let Xavier know until your orgasm had your body jolting repeatedly, your hands gripping his lean shoulders so hard your knuckles ache, and you swear you've bruised him.

 Even if he didn't see the stunning sight of your orgasm, he could for sure feel it. You grasped around him so tightly it made his pace stutter. He placed a hand on your cheek, making you look at him as he came as well, voice letting out shaky moans as his dick twitched inside of you.

 It took you both a good minute to catch your breaths, reveling in each other's afterglow.

 Xavier gently pulled himself out as he massaged your legs. He leaned in for one last kiss before leaving the bed to discard the filled condom and returned back with wipes and a towel. Before he could get to work cleaning you up, you sat up and pulled him down in a bear hug.

 "I love you Xav, like, a lot." You smiled at him, rubbing his arm where crescents rose up.

 His smile, in return, was as radiant as himself. "I love you too. Now let's get cleaned up, I'm in the mood for cuddles… and sleep."

[no1deepspacehater]

Caleb x Reader: Little Rascals

Tags: Fluff, making out, kisses!

AN: i hope all 3 caleb nation members enjoy this <3 we need him back LADS devs please I beg

 Caleb placed the plate of popcorn in your lap before taking a seat next to you on the couch. He made himself comfortable by taking a generous helping of the blanket you two were sharing. The living room was dark, save for only the TV light that was currently playing some old-school movie about a group of kids. 

 “Did I miss anything?” Caleb asked, reaching into your lap for a handful of popcorn. 

 “Alfalfa’s on this sweet date with Darla right now, you didn’t miss much.” You nodded, taking a couple bits of popcorn for yourself. 

 “Youuuu are so beautiful, to meeeeeeee” 

 Caleb starts to crack up at the prepubescent, cracky, singing voice. You shush him, elbowing him, attention fully glued to the move. “Shut up! It’s sweet!” you chided.

 Caleb, holding his hurt ribs and another hand covering his snickers. “He sounds like a squeaky toy!” You threaten to elbow him again, and he quiets down a bit more. 

 “Oh, Alfalfa, you’re a sweetie poo!” Darla exclaims as she kisses him, making his hair stand straight up!

 “Am I a sweetie poo, pipsqueak?” Caleb laughs beside you, making kissy faces at you.

 You put a hand on his face to push him away. “Please, that only works for a smooth kid like Alfalfa, and you are not that.” You teasingly throw back at him. 

 “Hey, but I was a smooth kid!” 

 Giving him a side eye, you laugh. “You were not.” 

 Caleb leans back, a grin sneaking on his face as he leans back. “Looks like you’re getting memory problems, old lady.” He puts his finger on his lips in false thought. “I remember someone always asking me to ‘practice kissing’ with them… I think only a ‘smooth’ kid would have offers like that!”

 Face heating up at the memory, you threw popcorn his way to distract him from your red face. Yes, you had the biggest crush on your childhood friend. Well, ‘had’ would be a lie; you still do.

 When grandma wasn’t watching while the both of you played outside, you’d both slip behind a tree and ‘practice kiss’ like in those movies you’d both sneak to watch at night. Eventually, you both were caught and stopped; you’d thought he’d forgotten. 

 “You were the only other boy I knew.” You defended. 

 “We had Zayne.” 

 “Zayne would’ve said no, very quick and efficiently, might I add.” 

 “But you didn’t try to ask him.” 

 You rolled your eyes at his snide smirk. He was winning, and he knew it. “We were kids, anyway!” You tried to kill the topic. Any more of this, and you’ll explode. 

 Caleb puts an elbow on the edge of the couch, turning to you as he rests his head on his hand. “So, was I a good kisser?” 

 “I! Well…” He could obviously see how flustered you were. “It was too long ago! How do you expect me to remember that?” 

 Caleb’s eyes rake you in from up to down. He moves to take the popcorn bowl off of your lap, putting it on the counter. He settles his gaze on you again, this time letting his arm fall behind you on the couch. “We could do another ‘practice’.” 

 You turn your head to his finally, eyes locking with his. You could see he was dead serious with his proposition. His smile not so smirking, his eyes not holding that level of mischief it usually does when he’s teasing you (which is always). 

 “Let’s see how rusty you are then.” You don’t know how you managed such a line when your poor heart was about to beat out of your chest. 

 With proper consent, Caleb shifts forward. One hand lightly cups the side of your jaw as he leans in and connects his lips with yours. He places his lips between yours, lightly applying pressure repeatedly. His hand slides from your jaw to the back of your neck, lightly massaging, sending occasional shivers through you. 

 Your hands find one place on his thigh, lightly gripping the strong muscle for your own sanity. The other placed on his chest, feeling the toned muscles underneath his t-shirt. 

 You pull back slightly after a while. Both of your lips hover over each other as you take a breather. 

 “Not bad.” He whispers against you. He moves to the side of your neck, placing light kisses here and there. You let out a slight gasp as he starts to suck on a susceptible spot. 

 “New technique?” You breathe out, and he stops to laugh. 

 He’s back on your lips now, using his hand to gently open your jaw and slide his own tongue in. The air is filled with light moans and small smacking sounds as you both tongue each other down. 

 Caleb shifts to get on top of you but is stopped when the sounds of a door opening and muffled footsteps come from the hall. 

 You split from each other in seconds, settling on either side of the couch as Grandma walks in. 

 “You’re both still awake.” Grandma laughs as she turns to continue on her way to the bathroom. “Don’t go to sleep too late now!” 

 As she leaves, Caleb lets out a laugh. “Do you think she’d still chew us out if she caught us again?” 

 “I don’t know, but I don’t want to find out!” You laugh as well at the memory. Let’s just say Grandma can pull ears very hard. 

 Caleb looks over the couch down the hall to ensure you both were alone. He then leans over quickly, pressing a quick, final kiss. 

 “We’ll just have to practice some where else next time.” He grabs the popcorn from the table and turns off the TV. “Sleep well, pipsqueak.” 

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Kitty Cards - Xavier x Reader

Tags: Fluff

AN: Inspired by that one GIF of you and Xavier playing kitty cards, I love it so much

 “Come on!” You groaned as you watched your points dwindle down by six. “I didn’t deserve that!” You frowned at Xavier.

 He gave you back a small, albeit sneaky, smile as he continued his turn, laying down a hard that skyrocket his points by… twelve!

 “What? I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

 You rolled your eyes mockingly, before drawing more assist cards. “Whatever, you’ll regret that, aha!” You grinned as you clutched a “Bye-Bye!” card.

 “You’re plotting something so soon?” Xavier’s eyes held dismay.

 “Sure am, watch this!” You slammed down the card on the floor, letting him behold your superiority.

 “Hmm, I don’t think so.” He flipped out a “Meow This!”

 You raised a brow, a smile creeping up. “Nuh-uh”, you pulled out your own “Meow This!” on top of his. You held the rest of your cards up to your face to hide your giggle.

 Xavier examined his card closely, then pulled out another “Meow This!” card. “No.” It was his turn to hide and laugh. As you two looked at each other, you both couldn’t hold up the serious façade, erupting in giggles.

 “You’re such a sore loser!” You laughed, putting down your cards for a break. “I quit, you’re clearly going to win.”

 Xavier looked over at your exposed cards, “I didn’t think you the type to give up so easily, how about one more round?”

 You turned around on the floor away from him and curled up next to a plushie. “No. Don’t wanna.”

 You could hear him slide across the floor towards you.  A hand laid on your arm, attempting to pull you up.

 “C’mon, who’s the sore loser now?” He teased.

 Turning to lay on your back, you stared up at him as he hovered over you. “Still you.”

 Thinking for a moment, Xavier leaned down until his lips were on yours. Before he could pull away, you put your hand on his neck, holding him in spot for a few more moments.

 Pulling up finally, with a light blush on his face, Xavier smiled at you. “How about now? If you win, there’s more where that came from.”

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⋆｡°✩ Headcanons

☆ You get into a car accident (Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel)

☆ When Your Dress Is Too Short (Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus)

☆ LoveAndDeepspace Boys And Smoking Weed (Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus)

☆ NSFW ABC's > Xavier - Sylus

⋆｡°✩Fanfics

☆ Early Arrival (Xavier/Reader - NSFW)

☆ Kitty Cards (Xavier/Reader - SFW)

☆ Private Collection (Rafayel/Reader - NSFW)

☆ Little Rascals (Caleb/Reader - SFW-ish)

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The only good thing to come out of AI is the option to make these dumb ass videos

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Shout out to whoever pitched this photo booth idea.