#as a xavier girl this was still so cute

[xavissky]

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Aka Sky rambles for a bit

This card was really sweet! I hope we get more like it

Get him, girl!

W H Y

mc

please

you have the emotional constitution of a piece of paper in the rain

he's me omg but also,,,

WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS

this is giving me a headache

SYLUS PLEASE 😭 this isn't good for you

I have to wonder also if it's because he knows mc better than we do because let's be real.... as the audience I actually feel sometimes the LI's know the MC better than the audience 😅

I digress

This makes me feel like they're in an interesting spot of their relationship like wanting to see each other and do all these couple-y things like riding a high and not really knowing when to stop and rest

Cause it did seem like MC was really tired? And let alone full?

I'm sorry I just would not have gone out 😆 although, she did mention she had no idea where he was bringing her - but she also didn't communicate that she ate. Idk he was probably disappointed and so was she cause I can only imagine he was excited to finally follow-thru on that promise to his old friend on bringing a date someday and now she wasn't even going to have anything.

And I'm sure she felt that, and knows that, and you know they're pretty comfortable in each others' presence like - I've definitely been out with people and not gotten something while they're eating (merely cause I already ate or something?) and been completely fine... so maybe she is too

I'm just struggling a little bit Infold 😆

Like narratively and plot-wise, why are they expanding on this? What's up with this? It's a small thing but I really wonder

Like are they trying to highlight that they're still "figuring out" this relationship thing?

Yes they love each other but it's going to take time to tune into little things and circumstances like this so maybe this is just a small, somewhat numerous glimpse into this

also interesting that we get to MC be a tiny bit more honest and comfortable - we see the job kind of weighing her down, her job is DIFFICULT she puts her body through a lot, and it's nice to see she does eat a lot, cause she's sort of an athlete!! she needs tons to survive.

"you were that hungry?" SORRY FOR THROWING MYSELF AT WANDERERS FOR A LIVING BUT I NEED HIGH CALORIES

He's literally been saving little things to do with her that's so cute!

I find it funny he's like, trying to figure out a roundabout way to ask her. And MC is like, trying to get him to be exceptionally direct? She's vying for him to say it exactly.

When like... I'm looking at you other LI cards. some of the cards is very, very, very roundabout like... the inconsistencies alskdhsg I wonder what it is about Sylus specifically that she wanted him (even if to humor her) to say it directly when in other similar relationships she's been relatively fine COMPLETELY FINE with it being sort of up in the air. (Caleb is the exception for Reasons™️

🙃😌 it's fine i'm fine we're cool it's fine

I'M CACKLINGGGGGG

She's so funny for this

Astra sighing in the background

I desperately need him to be discovered at some point pls it needs to be Tom and Jerry style it would be so funny

He's like an expectant little kid she can't say no HAHAHAHA I feel you MC I'm allergic.....

but omg he's as bad as Xavier with the buying a ton of equipment for one thing, and that time he set up a tent in the room cause he wanted to use it so bad lakdjd

He was rolling with it for like 2 seconds lakdhd UGH MC is never beating the "I like a jealous boyfriend" allegations why is she like this

and then immediately he realizes she dishes it a lot and can't take it Philos MC is that you??

He's SOO reassuring and secure but omg one of my favorite things about Sylus from the beginning is he calls her out a lot, either for being rude, or trying to lie, or hiding her emotions. Part of it I think is because A. she's really bad at hiding her emotions (and he probably finds it endearing lbr) and B. in general he's a master at seeing through people's poker face; he's really good at not being deceived? so he can and does call her out, easily, and I think it lets them be more honest with each other ultimately

I just find it funny she got jealous for a split second and instantly stormed off and has the audacity to call him "a stinker"??? nah she deserved that sarcasm girl be so fr

but alsooo his little "Are you mad?" felt so genuine like, A+ English VA i owe you my life. The subtlety in, I'm-teasing-but-your-emotions-still-matter

impressive!

and also like, he knows she's tired. He's so attentive! Pulled a cool move and decided to buy all her clothes for her.

Shots fired!! Get her.

The shoelace thing hahahha he probably saw it in a movie somewhere he's been waiting to pull it out

I think he's so eager to actually have more of her in general, just to be in her vicinity! But I think he still respects that being a Hunter isn't something she does for the money, you know? It's who she is, it's who she always wanted to be, it's a part of her identity. I think maybe he just wishes he owned the Association ahhahaha

Like the "A moment of fleeting disappointment flashes in his eyes" is precious and ouchhh but also like! He gets it. Thats why he doesn't press. I love that!

What is it with the white haired men and carrying her on their backs-

I like how he finally said she could say no next time and she admitted she couldn't. I hope it doesn't lead to more miscommunication? Like I don't want him to not ask her because he knows she can't say no to him. But I think it's sweet idk maybe it's a learning experience. At least she isn't like, trying to hide that she's tired or making excuses she's at least being more direct with how she's feeling?

Skincare

Omg??? The way she was like, "Only if that's ok with you" and he just helplessly looks at her adoringly! I love itttt they're learninggggg

Not him paying again 🤣 then the save your gas money hahahha

The callback to the myth is sweet and you can hear the pain in his voice like, yeah it really was a cruel twist of fate and she's trying to comfort still but there's still sadness there you know? It's an open door to deeper conversations I hope we get!

And then of course the playful banter haha she really is right back to pushing his buttons.

I like the explanation of marking each others hearts with allegory and cute comparisons. Sylus the puppy is so funny to think about but like... he really kind of is hahaha.

I'm really sad we didn't get to "apply" the face mask i think that would have been a really cute feature but oh well

Awww the lines! We knew we were getting the art piece comparison line but I didn't know MC would be the one to start it! I'm really glad she does these kinds of things like, tries to at least reciprocate in the ways she can.

Yes sometimes she's rash with her words but she's also learning and growing and funny and sweet and she does try, and I think if she could she'd absolutely be doting on her man all the time!

Also the ending really cute to ask like, what things in particular she likes doing or likes in general. Yeah he knows her heart but they actually both are still getting to know each other! They're still learning each other's likes and dislikes. And she asks him right back! It's sweet!

It's really the confirmation that they're actually dating and planning things out. It's nice to see this level of micro-development and a glimpse into their everyday behavior.

I really hope we get more cards like this in the future! Like outside of lore cards, these are the sweetest to me!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

erik will genuinely jump at any chance he can to steal charles' last name and be so catty about it i know this for a fact WHAT is his deal

[Magneto (2011)]

[yeosatinyngz]

(rules anon) I was just wondering if you could do something similar to your forgot your bday ask u got? but they forgot your anniversary bc they were hanging out with the Mc? hurt and comfort or hurt and no comfort whatever you decide (but u totes don't have to do this tho if it makes you uncomfortable!)

I apologize for the delay, I was bombarded with school work and studying but I’m finally done with the semester and have the time to write your request, hope you like it! <3

THEY FORGET YOUR ANNIVERSARY

↳Fem! Non MC Reader | Angst w/ comfort

Lies were the very thing you were feeding yourself with when you heard no response from your partner, cause surely there was no way he had forgotten the anniversary of when you both got together.

You sent out your usual good morning text to him but many hours have passed by to the point where the sun was currently setting. You had your message chat with him opened, staring at it hoping it will somehow lead to him miraculously messaging you back. But to no avail, your text remained unanswered.

You release a deep sigh and close your phone. You needed to distract your mind off of your current situation so you decided to go outside for a walk to clear your head. You were enjoying the breeze until you heard a familiar laugh, the laugh that belonged to your beloved. 

You turned around to see him walking alongside his colleague, mc. They looked so happy and perfect together, as if they were destined to be together. Oh, you thought to yourself while your heart shattered into a million pieces. You couldn’t bear to witness the scene before you anymore so you quickly left.

You made it back home and slammed the door shut. That’s when everything you held back in you just came falling apart. Your body trembled as your legs gave out on you, you landed on the floor with a thud as the tears started to roll down your eyes. You don’t even know how long you were crying until the door opened with the very man you were despairing over. 

“Honey I’m home-” That’s when he realized the current state you were in, he quickly rushed over to check up on you, “What’s wrong my love?” He asks so softly while his hand reaches out to attempt to wipe away your tears. You were quick to smack his hand away and turned your head away from him. 

Shakily letting out a breath of air, you turn back to look him straight into his eyes with fury, firmly declaring, “Let’s break up.” His eyes immediately widened as he frantically grabbed your hands. “Please don’t say that, at least tell me why.” He looked at you with those dangerous puppy dog eyes of his that were brimming with tears.

You scoffed and yanked your hands away from his, “Isn’t forgetting our anniversary and hanging out with another girl reason enough?” He goes quiet and you can’t help but let out a bitter laugh, “You got your reason, now leave.” 

You couldn’t stand the sight of him anymore and you were ready to get up but he pulled you down towards him, tightly wrapping you into his embrace. “Hey! What are you doing?! Let go of me!” You protest as you squirm in his arms. “Please,” He lets out weakly, “Just listen to me.” 

Seeing that you weren’t protesting anymore, Xavier continued on, “While I have no excuse for forgetting our anniversary, I was only with mc because we were assigned a mission together and were just catching up afterwards.” “You looked a little too happy, you were giggling with her and all”  you huffed. “She was teasing me about you and saying how cute we were together. You should know that I have eyes on no one else but you.”

“And yet you forgot our anniversary.” “...There’s no arguing that, I’m sorry.” He truly looked so sad and his signature puppy dog eyes were back and working its magic on you, “Please let me make it up to you.” You sigh, giving in to his pouty state, “Alright” He immediately brightened from this word alone “But you will have to do your best because you are still not forgiven.” “I promise!”

He kept his promise as he surprised you the very next day with a beautiful arrangement of flowers (that he harassed Jeremiah to help him with over night, poor dude does not get paid enough), spoiling you with all of your favorite food (he wanted to cook and bake everything himself but we all know why he decided to order delivery instead), gifting you a matching set of necklace (His had your initial while yours had an X), and of course caring to all your needs.

You decided to go visit Rafayel instead of just waiting around for a response that you won’t be getting anytime soon. However, once you got to his studio you came to realize that he wasn’t home either. Strange, you thought to yourself. Where could he be at this time? 

The only person that could possibly know your boyfriend’s whereabouts was Thomas so you went ahead and gave him a call. To your luck, he was quick to pick up, “Sorry to bother you Thomas but do you happen to know where Rafayel is?” “I’m not exactly sure where he is right now but I remember mc saying she was going to pick him up.” “Oh…thanks for letting me know.” “Yeah no problem.” He says while you quickly say bye to him and hang up the call.

It took everything in you to not lose your mind right now. The grip you had on your phone was so intense it probably wasn’t far from being broken into pieces. You tried calming yourself down and decided to settle on his couch for the meanwhile. You were going to wait until he came back.

It felt like an eternity waiting for Rafayel to come back, your mind kept spiraling the more the seconds passed by and you just needed him to hurry up so you could confront him and get it over with. 

As if your prayers were heard, the door to the studio door opened and in walked your beautiful boyfriend, well soon to be ex boyfriend accompanied with his bodyguard. His eyes were quick to find your figure sitting on your coach and he jumped back in surprise, “Oh you scared me, what are you doing here cutie?” 

That’s when he noticed the nasty glare you were giving him and your arms crossed over each other. He mentally panics, Uh oh, I fucked up. “Oh you should be scared, Rafayel.” He felt chills go down his spine from your cold words. That’s when mc awkwardly coughs and speaks up, “Uh I think I’ll excuse myself” before she quickly dashed out the door leaving you two in awkward silence. 

Rafayel was quick to rush to your side, dramatically dropping down to his knees and planting his face into your lap. He lifts his chin up and looks up at you while begging for forgiveness, “Please forgive me cutie, you can do whatever you want with me just please don’t be mad anymore.” 

His eyes were filled with despair as he waited anxiously for your response, his pout deepening the longer you delayed your response. “I’ll let you guess what you did wrong.” His brain freezes as he tries to come up with all the possibilities. You grabbed his chin to force him to look into your eyes, “You forgot our anniversary and chose to go out with that bodyguard of yours.” 

He mentally curses himself, “I’m sorry cutie, I’ve been working on this piece for the past week nonstop and got the dates mixed up, I swear it wasn’t on purpose. The reason I was out with Miss bodyguard is because I was getting some materials to finish up my piece.” 

Without even waiting for your response he got up and dragged you along with him to unveil the canvas that was hidden underneath a cloth. You could tell that it was unfinished but it was no doubt that what he painted was you. You unconsciously let out a gasp because you couldn’t believe what your eyes were witnessing.

Rafayel has painted you in a way where no one else in this world can ever come close to replicating, he drew your likeness in such an ethereal way that it left you speechless. “I- Is this how you see me?” He nods, “I’m ashamed to show you the unfinished product but this piece doesn’t even come close to showcasing your beauty, you continue to inspire me everyday cutie so I hope you can forgive me.” You threw yourself at him and crushed him into a hug. “You are more than forgiven, I love you so much Raf.” He plants a kiss on your temple, “I love you so much you don’t even know.”

Sighing, you went along with your last resort, calling Greyson. You dislike wasting their precious time when they’re on the clock but you’re sure Greyson can spare you maybe a minute or two compared to Zayne. Your heart drums even faster as the seconds prolonged from him picking up the phone.

Finally you hear Greyson’s voice fill your ear, “What’s up?” “Sorry to bother you Greyson but I just wanted to know how Zayne was doing.” “It’s no bother really, he actually left a while ago.” “Oh is that so?” “Yeah, his last patient today was mc and they left together about maybe forty five minutes ago.” You remained silent as your mind started coming up with different scenarios, you were quickly pulled out of your thoughts by Greyson calling out to you. “Sorry about that, thanks for telling me, have a good night.” “You too.”

Then the call ends, leaving you alone with all your doubtful thoughts. You sat at the couch waiting there for Zayne to come back but as the hours passed you were hopeless. 

You don’t even know what time it was or when you even fell asleep but you awoke to keys jingling and the front door opening. You slowly got up and walked up to him, “How come you’re home so late?” “Sorry about that, mc invited me over for dinner since grandma Josephine wanted to see me.” 

“Well you could’ve told me ahead of time, I wouldn’t have made dinner and waited on your return then” your words came out a little harsher than you wanted and Zayne took notice. You walked over to the dining table to clear out all the food and he followed after you to also help.

That’s when he freezes, in the middle of the table sat a cake with the words ‘Happy Anniversary’ in your handwriting. He looks up at you but you pay him no attention. “You made this cake?” You look back at him with cold eyes, “Yeah but it doesn’t matter anymore, you can toss it out since there’s nothing to celebrate.” You were done putting everything in the fridge and you walked out of the kitchen. “I’ll be heading to bed first, I’m taking the guest bedroom.” 

Before you could take another step Zayne reaches out and grabs your hand, you were too tired for this. You turned around and looked him in his eyes while you pried his hand off yours, “Can we not do this right now? I’m exhausted and don’t want to deal with this.” “Please”, his hazel eyes were swimming with regret as they pleaded with you to listen. You manage to grumble out a “You have five minutes.”

“It was not my intention to forget our special day, I’ve been overwhelmed recently with work and it all messed with my head. I'm truly so sorry and I know empty words won’t do anything for you at this moment but I will make it my duty to make it up to you just please don’t leave me, you’re the only person in this world I can’t bear to lose.” 

You reached up and cupped his face with both of your hands, “I’m not going to leave you, you dummy. I just want you to rely on me and communicate with me more when you’re tired. A relationship consists of two people, let us both carry the same amount of weight. But don’t think you’re off the hook about forgetting our anniversary though, you’re still on thin ice mister.” He lets out a small laugh, “Duly noted.”

You checked in with the twins about Sylus’s schedule in advance and they confirmed that he would be out during the afternoon today. You set out to the N109 Zone, specifically his place so that you could plan out surprising him for your anniversary.

It took you lots of time and effort with putting up all the decorations and manually blowing up the balloons. After everything was done you rested on the couch for a while.

You still have plenty of time till his return so you were currently helping his chef prepare his favorite dishes. You put extra care into making the food since it was a special occasion. You couldn’t wait to surprise Sylus.

It was about time Sylus should be returning so you closed all the lights, hiding behind the couch, itching for the right moment to jump out and surprise the love of your life.

Suddenly, you heard the door open. This was the moment, prepare yourself. The lights turn on and you hear footsteps coming closer to you. You jumped out yelling surprise ready to pop the confetti until you came face to face with Kieran, with Luke behind him.

“Huh, where’s Sylus?” Kieran speaks up, “Boss had another unexpected business meeting so he’ll be back a little later.” “Oh” You sigh dejectedly. They try to cheer you up but you just slumped back onto the couch.

An hour has passed and still no trace of Sylus. At this point you looked so sad that Luke offered to call Sylus to see where he was at. Luke puts his phone on speaker so that you could also hear.

Soon you heard the deep silky voice that belonged to your partner, “What is it?” “I was just wondering when you’ll be home.” “I still haven’t wrapped things up with Miss Hunter yet so it’ll still take a while.” “Oh ok, please try to get home as soon as you can.” “I’ll try.”

Luke nervously looks at you after he ends the call. You laughed and a chill ran down both the twin’s back. “Miss, are you ok?” Kieran asks. Catching your breath after you laughed you responded, “How can I be ok after finding out the man I love forgot our anniversary and is out with this girl he frequently has business meetings with.”

You abruptly got up and went to gather your things with you. “W- where are you going?” Luke shakily asks. “I’m going home and neither of you guys are stopping me.” “Please reconsider!” Kieran pleaded, you threw him a death glare and walked towards the door, proceeding to open it and slam it on your way out. You felt bad for getting angry at the twins but your emotions got the better of you.

Sylus just got back and as soon as he opened the door he was welcomed with the sight of the twins panicking and shouting at him. “Boss, why didn’t you pick up your phone? We were calling you for so long, this is an emergency!!” “My phone died.” “You’re in big trouble boss.” “Huh?” Obviously confused by the commotion the twins pushed him to the living room.

He took in the sight and noticed the ‘Happy Anniversary’ banner. That’s when his heart drops, oh he messed up real bad. He wanted to beat himself but there were more pressing matters. “Either one of you give me your phone.” Once a phone was handed to him he quickly went to find your contact and called you.

However, it’s been the tenth time he’s calling you and you still haven’t picked up. As he was giving up you finally picked up, “Ugh would you quit spam calling me Kieran?” “Sweetie, I'm so sorry.” “Oh it’s you, I’m hanging up.” you said coldly. “Wait-” You wasted no time in ending the call. You were also quick to block Sylus and the twin’s numbers.

You were tired after everything that happened today so you drifted off to sleep. You don’t know how long you were sleeping but you woke up to a loud crash, jolting you up in your bed. You looked around to check the source of the noise and noticed that your balcony door was broken, the glass pieces shattered around your floor.

Then you feel a gush of wind as a familiar black and dark red mist surrounds you tightening you into a hold. You looked up and found yourself staring into a pair of shining scarlet eyes. “Let me go you psycho!” “Not until you listen to me.” You roll your eyes, “Not like you gave me any other option.”

He chuckles while walking towards you. Stopping when he’s directly in front of you. “I’m here to beg you for forgiveness, I’m sorry for neglecting you on our special day. I’ll do anything for your forgiveness, hell I’ll even grovel.” The gleam in your eyes doesn’t go unnoticed. Needless to say, Sylus did his part and earned your forgiveness.

[tbaluver]

Can you write the guys reaction to having a baby girl as their first child? (I'm a sucker for papa's little princesses)

Thank you and your works are the best and comforting!

Papa's Little Princess- The Love And DeepSpace Men

synopsis: when your first child is a girl! genre: fluff fluff a/n: omg this was such a cute idea i wish they were real (╥﹏╥) and thank you so much! i hope my works can continuing being comforting for you and anybody else <3 i hope this was okay and that you enjoy this! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

His little star

A gentle father. He's the type to never yell at his daughter but he'll provide positive disciplining strategies with you.

He wants to be in every part of his daughter's life in any way he can. He wouldn't really know how to do his daughter's hair but he was willing to try ! He would watch you tie her hair, braid, and put many accessories in her hair and he would be confused on how you did all that. He tried looking up how to do her hair and his first time wasn't the best.....but after some practice with you, he would be a pro just like you!

Do NOT let these two bake together especially with the easy bake ovens. Nearly set the kitchen on fire attempting to make cookies for you. He couldn't say no to her when she wanted to cook or try baking with him. You don't know how but it ended up burnt or with the weirdest toppings ever and a broken easy bake oven.

Nap time is serious business with these two. They are not to be disturbed. She's either asleep on his chest or in his lap. Whenever you take walks and she gets too tired, he'll carry her around on his back. She'll rest her head on the crook of his neck while he holds onto her tightly.

She would have all the plushies, toys, and snacks she wants! He'll do his all to get her the plushies in the claw machine to make his little angel jump up and down in joy. She could never have enough

Loves to join her in her imaginative play whether she wants to be a princess or an astronaut. It makes playtime full of joy and adventure

Zayne:

You two would have the most polite, well mannered, and kindest daughter ever.

Loves to participate in playing house with her. He'll sit on the floor or the tiny chairs from the tea party set you gotten for her. He'll play the role with no complaints and tell her that the tea is delicious even though there is absolutely no tea in the plastic cup.

He's a doctor but he can't help but sneak a few sweet treats for her. If she wants some before lunch or dinner then she can have at least one before she eats her meal and then she'll have plenty more after. These two would have cavities later on.

He would make her all the mini snowmen and other things she wants from his evol. He finds her reaction to be adorable each time, it never gets old.

If your daughter mentions a boy, he would tell her she can have a boyfriend around 30. She would be happy and so was he. Mainly because she has no concept of time and age yet.

Your daughter loves to hear him read. Even though she was still very very young and didn't grasp everything just yet, he would read her stories and explain them with care and patience, aiming to entertain and nurture her curiosity. She loves to sit on his lap and sometimes she'll fall asleep on him.

He would let her pick any flower she wants to grow in your garden at the backyard. You would all start a small garden together and he would teach her how to care for them.

Rafayel:

Takes playing house a little too seriously. Whatever role his daughter gives him, he's giving it his all.

Oh he was so excited when your daughter first held a crayon. He colors with her a lot and eventually will introduce her to paint. He would tell her that she's doing so well even if they were just blobs. She's going to be an artist just like her papa. He'll even add some of her artwork on his so he can point it out to her if he were to have another exhibition tour.

First time at the beach with his daughter was such an emotional day for him. Hearing and seeing her squeal when her little feet touched the water warmed his heart. He held her so tightly and tenderly, reassuring her that she won't float away because her papa's got her. He teaches her a lot about how some fishes are friendly and one day he'll meet some of his fish friends.

He'll eventually tell her all about Lemuria whenever it was time for bed and he thought it's so cute whenever she wanted to hear more about it.

Would absolutely love to play dress up with her. Sometimes he'll pick some of her clothes out and he would think she is beautiful just like her mama. They'll make a little runway and model the outfits.

He would keep all the little milestones she has made and any memories. He'll keep all the photos, drawings, and any mementos to look back at the treasured memories.

Sylus:

The second person who will ever see his soft side is his daughter. You being the first.

He is protective over his daughter and with you. If anyone were to look at either one of you wrong? Sleep with one eye open.

He does not have fragile masculinity! He will let her apply as much toy makeup as she wants on his face. He'll play dress up with her as much as she wants no matter how obscure the outfits are! He has no complaints, anything to make his little angel smile and happy.

She loves hearing him sing lullabies. It puts her to sleep immediately but sometimes she'll sing or hum along with him.

If you tell your daughter no to something then she'll ask Sylus. He can't say no to his sweet baby girl. Just don't tell mom. He doesn't know what true fear is until he meets a mothers anger.

Loves to spoil her just like how he loves to spoil you. Not to the point where she's a brat though, you two would teach her to be better than that. "Just because" gifts to make her feel special without any special occasions

Anytime he would be away for business, he'll always bring you two something back. Something that you both either love or reminds him of you two or maybe both.

BONUS (All): They would all be patient fathers overall. They would never yell if your daughter showed any emotions especially if their daughters were to cry. They’re offering their own patience, love, and comfort in their own way. They would be there for your daughter emotionally as they were with you.

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

such an innocent nap, right ?

Xavier and you who are feeling so sleepy but still need - desire - to feel the warmth of one another, as you sleep in Xavier’s lap, relaxing in his embrace as you rest your sleepy head in the crook of his neck.

The picture of the sweet couple could look like a peaceful innocent evening, if it wasn’t for the fact that underneath your dress you were wearing a cute little bunny tail as an anal plug, your pussy clenching around Xavier’s hard cock as you were cockwarming him for god knows how long.

A messy puddle of your wetness and his was starting to gather between your bodies, quiet whimpers, moans and groans escaping from your mouth and his.

Xavier’s gentle hand was softly caressing your back down to your buttocks, his right hand lingering there as his fingers absentmindedly played with your white soft tail, unconsciously - or so you thought - moving the plug inside of you as your hands tighten on Xavier’s hoodie, your lips close to his ear creating a warm fog tickling his neck as you gasp at the teasing movement. Xavier chuckled sweetly at your reaction while his free hand search for yours to intertwine his fingers with your trembling ones. Your boyfriend call your name to make you look up at him as your gaze mirror his, his nose playfully rubbing against yours, almost innocently despite the fact that his dick was carefully snuggled deep inside you. Xavier smiles at you with love and lust drunken eyes as he kisses your lips with passion, the sleepy man moaning into the kiss with a groan as his lips stays on top of yours to whisper affectionate praises.

« You’re such a good girl, right my little bunny ? Such a precious little star for keeping me warm…I’m not even sure I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself when sleeping. »

To accentuate his words, Xavier teasingly thrust deeper into you - if this was even possible - in one swift movement and when you can feel his right hand fidgeting with your cute bunny tail plug, thrusting it in and out of your ass in small circles, you agree with him without a doubt…it will be the first time that Xavier wouldn’t have his daily nap.

[cherryredstarz]

hello can i request smth silly and funny: the lads boys reaction to the reader eating shit and falling down a small hill leslie knope style (you know that meme of her rolling down then giving an exhausted thumbs up after LMFAO)

BEEN LOVING READING UR WORKS BTW MWAH

A/n: of course, and this is funny af

LaDs Boys Reacting to You Eating Shit

Caleb 🍎

You’re going for a walk with him in Linkon. It’s late autumn, and leaves are fluttering down from the trees as the wind blows, rustling bare tree branches.

Everything is fine; you’re watching where you’re walking, your looking up at Caleb, he’s holding your hand—

And then it happened. Your ankle rolls when you step on a particularly wide stick and you fall face first to the ground, arms hitting the dirt.

Definitely eating shit.

You’re kinda dazed for a moment, not fully processing what has happened, until you hear Caleb laughing.

“You alright there, Pipsqueak?” He’s cackling, bending over at the knees to catch his breath. You let out a grunt and give him a thumbs up, before he rushes over and helps pull you up.

“Atta girl, Pipsqueak.” Caleb coos, kissing your cheek. He scoops you up and carried you for the rest of your walk.

Sylus 🐦‍⬛

You’re at the park with Sylus. You’d seen a very cute bunny and had chased it halfway up a hill before stopping when it disappeared from view. You frown, turning around to Sylus at the bottom of the slope.

“It’s gone!” You frown, to which Sylus chuckles.

“Well, I suppose you should come back here then, Kitten.”

You go to do so, but threw steps in, you trip and roll down the damn hill. The ground isn’t muddy, more damp, per se. “Are you alright?” Sylus does his best not to laugh, but he can’t help it when you give a weak thumbs up, not bothering to move your head from the earthy dirt.

“Come on, Kitten. Let’s go get you fixed up.” Sylus helps you up, and placed a gentle kiss on the small mark on your forehead.

Zayne ❄️

Going for a walk with Zayne in the cool fall weather is great, until you take a tumble down a small hill.

The doctor does his best to stay calm, chasing you down the hill, finding you face down in the dirt. “Can you here me, love? Take deep breaths now, alright?” His voice is calm and steady, but you know him well enough to hear the slight tinge of nervousness in his voice. You give him a reassuring thumbs up.

Zayne uses his Evol to make two impromptu ice packs and holds them to your knees. “M’ all good.” You mumble.

Zayne will carry you home and pamper you for the rest of the day; after all, your health is one of his biggest priorities.

Rafayel 🐠

Your fishy is determined to hold your hand as you walk. His grip on your soft skin is tight, like a small child clinging to his mother. However, your stride is broken when you trip and go tumbling down the hill you’re walking on.

And Rafayel, unsurprisingly, went tumbling down with you, as he still refused to let go of your hand.

“WHY AREN’T YOU LETTING GO?!!” You yell as you roll down the hill.

“BECAUSE WE’RE IN THIS TOGETHER!” He yells back.

You grumble when you finally stop at the bottom of the hill. “You good?” Rafayel whined.

“Mhm.” You gave him a thumbs up before crawling out of the dirt, and taking his hand, and walking back towards his home.

Xavier 👽

Funnily enough, Xavier is the one who tripped. It was nearly 6:00 in the evening, and the sun was setting. It was ever so clear how Xavier was getting sleepy, by the way he was holding onto your arm and nuzzling into your neck.

You glance back at him and kiss his cheek. Xavier makes a soft sound, and then all of a sudden, he’s falling—tripping down the hill you’re walking down, back to your shared apartment complex.

“Xavi baby—” you gasp, chasing after him; he didn’t even try to stop the fall, just letting gravity take him into the damp dirt.

He let out a soft mumble, giving you a sleepy thumbs up. You sigh, letting out a soft laugh.

“Come on, baby, let’s go home.”

[saintobio]

the perfect boyfriend, feat. l&ds xavier.

pairings. xavier, fem!reader genre. fluff, smut, established relationship, 18+ tags. petnames (bunny), jealousy, virginity loss, unprotected sex, cockwarming, slight dom/sub play, same timeline!xavier notes. he’s still my l&ds main until july 15th just kidding :’D i love xav sm he’s literally so bf material to me

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who had a hard time expressing his feelings the first time he met you. he used to be a man of a few words—or, as you liked to put it, a very nonchalant guy. it’s not that he’s disinterested. in fact, every small interaction he’d had with you lingered on his mind all night. you’re all he can think about until he finally had the courage to confess to you one day, after saving you from a bunch of wanderers, and thinking he’d almost lost you. again. he just couldn’t let that happen.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who always responds to your texts and calls right after you press send or hit the ring button. he values your time and doesn’t want you to feel ignored after that one particular incident… when he fell asleep the entire afternoon and his phone conveniently died, only to see a number of missed calls and text messages from you the moment he woke up. he felt really bad at how worried you got, so he made a promise to always keep himself available for you.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who enjoys hotpot, and has made it a habit to suggest dining at his favorite hotpot place after a successful mission. it’s not just the spicy broth that he loves about that place; it’s also your care in serving him and arranging ingredients in his bowl. you were such a dream girl to look at.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who gets very jealous whenever you’d talk about another male colleague of yours. he wouldn’t say it out loud, but the signs are there when he starts showing that cute, grumpy face. he becomes very competitive too, asking questions like, “so, did you enjoy your time with him?” or “do you usually talk to him a lot?” and you figured that the best way to cut him off during his fits of jealousy, is to squeeze his cheeks and give him a soft, tender kiss, swearing to him that you are his and his only.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who makes it a routine to take note of the way other couples interact. and he’s specifically observing the man more than the woman. he has a journal called, ‘how to make my girlfriend happy’ where he writes about what he would notice guys typically do to make their girlfriends smile and laugh. one time, while he was walking downtown, he passed by an arcade place that had a row of new claw machines. the guy managed to get his girlfriend a stuffed toy, and in seeing how much the girl liked it, xavier invites you the next day for a claw machine date, promising that he won’t stop until he gets you the bunny plushie you wanted.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who loves it when you call him ‘xavi’, both casually and… sensually. there’s something so sexy about hearing you say “xavi~” into his ear, especially when you’re leaning way too close to him that he can smell that sweet scent of yours.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier whose mind is as vast as the known universe. he enjoys talking about the cosmos, the galaxy, and the stars alike—sometimes, he’d even be poetic about it. and that’s why he got the nickname ‘galaxy kid’ from you. there are nights where you two would go to the rooftop, watching the stars while lying next to each other. for xavier, there’s nothing more peaceful than stargazing with the girl he adores.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who was extremely nervous on your first night, because you were his first the same way he was yours. he doesn’t want to seem inexperienced in the sex department, so he tried gathering learning resources prior to you spending the night over at his apartment. in his head, he had mental notes, a very explicit and detailed one, of the things he had to do to please you: 1) kiss you, stroke your hair, and lay you in bed 2) slowly undress you, continue kissing down your body, cup your breast, and trace your curves 3) spread your legs open, place his fingers on your clit, then play with your sensitive bud, gently insert a finger or two 4) deepen the kiss when you moan, guide your hand and make you stroke his length, while he pulls his fingers out and sucks his digits to taste you 5) make sure you’re all wet and aroused, place his swollen tip on your entrance carefully, bury his cock inch-by-inch and stop whenever it hurts you, then wait until you’ve adjusted before he starts rocking his hips back and forth. was it a success? of course! he had followed every step diligently.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who ended up asking for two more rounds after your first session. he thought he didn’t perform well the first time because he felt like you made him cum too fast. he just didn’t expect you to be that tight, like your pussy was swallowing his member, your velvet walls wrapping around his girth as if milking him of his cum. missionary was the perfect position to start, but for the second round, he insisted on letting you ride him so you’d find the rhythm you want. and boy, did he go crazy as he watched you move your hips so goddamn sensually. he couldn’t stop his hands from touching your body, kneading your tits, and squeezing your buttocks. “my beautiful girl,” he’d moan, half-lidded eyes staring straight into yours, “you’re so good at this, y/n.”

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who finally learned what fetish means after personally experiencing one of his own. it was waking up with his cock still buried deep inside your cunt, his arms protectively wrapped around your frame as you slept soundly. or were you already awake by then? he wasn’t sure, but he could feel your pussy clenching around his shaft and he couldn’t tell if you were doing it on purpose. but damn, isn’t that hot? he’d think to himself, with his member growing harder the more he thought about it. “my bunny’s so naughty.”

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who loves it when you pet his hair like a good boy. your hands are magical! he’d fall asleep in a blink of an eye when he’s laying on your lap and you’re running your fingers through his hair. during nighttime though, he’s an absolutely sucker for the more dominant version of you. the way you’d pull his hair, grab his chin, and even as far as playing with his aching member using the tip of your tongue. agh! you’re making him sin.

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who has a knack for giving you small gifts and trinkets, like that pretty little ribbon he saw at a store. or that moon-shaped desk lamp. or that pearl bracelet with a bunny charm. his girlfriend isn’t just sexy, she’s also cute. so she needs to have cute things!

⋆｡˚ ୨ৎ bf!xavier who treats you like a princess and makes sure you’re always warm and comfortable around him. too cold? he’d be sure to bring his hoodie for you. too hot? he’d buy you the best ice cream in town. whatever you wanted, he would get it. and he never, ever lets go of your hand whenever you two are walking around. he just can’t let you wander too far off, afraid that he won’t be able to protect you if he can’t see you. he adores you so much, and his heart swells at the mere thought of you. because there’s nothing more precious to him than the first and only girl he’ll ever love in this world. you.

[sleepylittlestarwrites]

♡ ∩_∩ („• ֊ •„)♡ ￣U U￣ ⤷ floof attack ₍^. .^₎⟆ ✰ pairing: dom⌇xavier ⤷ fem!sub⌇reader ✰ based on xavier's floof attack card

✰ cw: mdni, graphic sexual content, edging, teasing, multiple orgasms, oral: ꒰f&m receiving꒱, fingering, rough sex, marking (bites/hickeys), lots of purrs and kitten licks, so much pouting, panty sniffing, exhibitionism, ear scritches, dirty talk, praise kink, possessive behavior, no protection, pure smut :// (bunny, angel, sweet girl used like once)

• i can't work right now because of health stuff, and I'm getting to write so much. it's been so nice! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) so much time being wasted writing filth 🙈

• wc: 7.3k 🌸

• tags: @kodaswrld & @issysh3ll - as always; thank you for the dividers! :))

The bell above the door jingles merrily as you step into Philo, the aroma of fresh flowers and herbs enveloping your senses. Jeremiah looks up from arranging a bouquet, his eyes crinkling with warmth as he takes in the sight of you.

“Well, well, look who the cat dragged in!” he teases, setting down his shears and moving around the counter to pull you into a bone-crushing hug. “I thought you weren’t due back until tonight at least.”

“I caught an early flight,” you explain breathlessly, already scanning the shop for any sign of Xavier, your stomach twisting with nerves. You can’t help but worry that he’s still upset with you, given that he basically ignored you for the entirety of your work trip. “Have you seen Xavier?”

Jeremiah’s face falters slightly as he releases you, running a hand through his wavy brown hair. “Actually, no. He left a couple of hours ago with the cat. Said something about getting ready for a surprise welcome home party for you.” Then his brow furrows in concern. “But honestly, he didn’t seem to be in much of a celebratory mood when he took off…”

Your heart sinks like a stone in your chest as you process Jeremiah’s words. Of course Xavier would throw you a welcome home party, even if he’s hurting inside. Guilt crashes over you in waves, churning your stomach with its force.

Your breath catches in your throat as Xavier suddenly emerges from the shadows, his tall frame silhouetted against the window. You exhale a shaky breath at the sight of him walking toward you, right hand clutching onto Jeremiah’s squirming kitten, while the other fidgets at his coat collar. The crisp navy tails of the coat flutter behind him, contrasting sharply with the pristine white gloves adorning his hands. 

With each calculated step he takes, your throat tightens further. Did he… move on? The absurd thought sneaks its way into your mind. But there’s no denying that Xavier distanced himself while you were away, just enough to stoke the flame of uncertainty in your chest. All you can seem to do is stay silent and offer an awkward smile.

The kitten mews sorrowfully as it wiggles in Xavier’s grasp, tiny paws kneading the air as if desperate to launch itself into your waiting arms. As you reach out to gently pet its furry head, hoping to soothe the creature, Xavier abruptly drops it. The poor thing yells indignantly before scampering off, clearly rattled by the sudden release. 

A small, wry smile tugs at your lips as you turn back to face Xavier fully, head tilted slightly. And what a sight he is, in that adorable cat butler outfit that matches the one Jeremiah’s kitten wore earlier. If not for the slight daggers in his blue eyes as he regards you, he could almost pass for innocent and cute. Almost.

“I see you found someone’s discarded uniform,” you remark lightly, raising an eyebrow at his new attire. “It certainly fits…”

Your eyes roam appreciatively over Xavier's form, down to the elegant lines of his legs and hips, all the way to the smug smile tugging at his lips. His tail swishes hypnotically as he moves closer, matching the mischievous glint in his baby blues. Why does he have to be such a pain sometimes?

Xavier's smirk widens, a hint of challenge sparkling in those mesmerizing eyes. "Since you liked the kitten's outfit so much, I figured it wouldn't hurt to get another." His voice drips with false innocence, belying the smoldering heat simmering beneath the surface. “And I bet you're just dying to pet your pretty kitty and see where it leads, aren’t you?”

Your cheeks flush a rosy pink as Xavier's words wash over you, his sultry tone sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. You open your mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a flustered “I-I…” before you quickly close it again, tongue darting out to wet your suddenly dry lips.

Seemingly pleased by your flustered state, Xavier's smirk grows even wider, his eyes twinkling with mischief and barely restrained desire. He takes another step closer, crowding into your personal space until you can feel the heat radiating off his body, smell the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the floral perfume of the shop. It's intoxicating, overwhelming in the best possible way.

Just as you think he might lean in to kiss you, to finally put you out of your misery, he suddenly straightens up and glances towards the back of the shop. “The plants in the greenhouse need to be watered," he says casually, as if he hadn't just been teasing you mercilessly, “Would you like to join me? I could use an extra pair of hands."

Before you can regain your composure enough to utter a single word, Xavier is already halfway across the room, weaving through the thick foliage like a man possessed. You just stare after him for a moment, your mouth still hanging slightly open before snapping it shut with a click of your teeth.

Then, with a resigned sigh, you sheepishly wave bye to Jeremiah before hurrying to catch up, pushing past leaves and dodging branches that reach out to tangle in your hair. As you navigate deeper into the lush greenhouse, the potent mix of plant fertilizer, soil, and moisture hang heavy in the air. 

As you weave through the foliage to catch up with Xavier, you can't help but notice an unfamiliar sight amidst the vibrant greenery. Twinkling fairy lights seem to outline every corner of the expansive greenhouse, casting a soft, inviting glow over everything they touch. Colorful ribbons and streamers flutter gently in the warm breeze, a riot of festive hues against the lush backdrop of leaves and petals.

“You... you did all this?” you breathe out, your voice trembling slightly with emotion. The anger and confusion from before melts away, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Like it?” he asks, feigning nonchalance despite the clear pride shining in his baby blue eyes. 

“Yes, I do,” you reply, smiling softly as you turn to face Xavier. "It's beautiful.” Leaning in until your lips nearly graze the shell of his ear, you let your breath ghost over his skin as you whisper, "But tell me, my pretty kitty... Did you perhaps find a new owner while I was gone? Because you seemed to have forgotten me altogether…”

For a long, drawn out moment, Xavier remains stone-still, save for the subtle tensing  of his muscles beneath your touch. Then, in a voice dripping with wounded pride and poorly concealed longing, he replies, “more like my mistress abandoned her faithful pet.”

Then his head turns slightly, just enough for you to catch the petulant jut of his lower lip, the telltale sign of a bratty pout. “Leaving me alone for days on end… if that’s not grounds for a replacement, I don’t know what is.” Despite his harsh words, there’s a glimmer of vulnerability in his stormy eyes, betraying the depth of his hurt. 

Feeling a sudden surge of guilt mixed in with amusement at his adorable moodiness, you bark out a surprised laugh and press a gentle kiss to his cheek before leading him by the wrist towards a nearby bench. Nudging him to sit, you position him so that he’s kneeling on a cushioned stool between your spread thighs.

“Oh, look at you, already in a better mood!” you exclaim at his small smile, a teasing lilt to your voice as you ruffle his recently styled hair fondly. 

Kicking off your shoes, you hike up your skirt, leaning back comfortably against the cool wall. With your knees bent and splayed open, Xavier now has an unobstructed view of what lies between your soft thighs.

You bite your lip as your hand slides between his shoulders, gripping tightly to his dress shirt as he nuzzles at your hip, temporarily placted but still pouting prettily. A shudder runs through you as his teeth graze lightly along the curve of your hip.

Feeling the urge to soothe the pouty kitty between your thighs, you tenderly start scratching behind his newly acquired feline ears, your fingers gently kneading the plush fur. Xavier's eyelids flutter closed, a shuddering moan escaping his parted lips as he involuntarily leans into your touch, his tail flicking happily against the bench seat.

“Mmmm, that's it pretty kitty,” you coo playfully, continuing your sensual scratches and rubbing. "I’m sorry for leaving you all alone… but you were such a good boy, taking care of everything here. I’ll make it up to you, I promise."

As you speak these words, your free hand trails down his arm, fingertips dancing over the fabric before coming to rest lightly on his hip. You can feel the tremor that runs through him at your touch, the way his body seems to instinctively arch into you, craving more contact even as he tries to maintain his injured facade. 

“I’m here now. And I'm going to take such good care of my special little kitty…” your voice is a husky purr, dripping with seductive intent. 

His tail twitches wildly against your inner thigh as a full-body shudder overtakes him, a muffled moan escaping his lips. But suddenly, with an angry growl bubbling up from his throat, Xavier jerks free from your grasp, narrowing his eyes as he glares at you, his mouth twisting in an exaggerated pout. Tilting his chin upward, he narrows his gaze at you before speaking in that same petulant tone. "Sorry isn't enough," he states sullenly.

His fluffy tail whips around and coils possessively around your ankle, eliciting a strange mix of shock and arousal as you try and fight the urge to shake him off. He knows exactly what he's doing; igniting an inferno between your thighs, and melting you into nothing but a puddle on the floor. 

Hands perched on your spread thighs, Xavier’s eyes shine with undisguised victorious glee, having successfully turned the tables on you. “And honestly, I’m not so sure about your apology, bunny…”

Here he is, pretending to be wounded while basking in your adoration and affection. Those sincere cerulean eyes, that charming innocence—all smashed with his current attitude, paint a pretty image of bad-kitty vibes. Yeah… he definitely knows exactly what he’s doing.

Your exasperated expression only serves to amuse Xavier further, his smirk widening into a full-fledged grin as he drinks in the sight of you, flushed and flustered, squirming beneath his intense gaze. Without warning, he leans in close, burying his nose right against the damp patch darkening the crotch of your panties. He inhales deeply, filling his lungs with your heady, sweet scent.

“You’ll have to do better than that if you want to make it up to me,” he murmurs, his hot breath ghosting over your most intimate area through the thin fabric. "If you want to truly apologize, to make things right between us... you're going to have to work much harder than this…”

His fingers dig into the tender flesh of your inner thighs, prying them even wider apart as he moves in closer, the bulge straining against his pants a clear testament to his own growing arousal. The tip of his tail starts tracing maddening patterns up and down your calves, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“I missed you, you know,” he confesses, his voice dropping to a low, seductive, playful purr. “Missed the taste of you, the feeling of your skin against mine... I think it's high time you reminded me why I shouldn't seek comfort elsewhere, don't you?”

You want to make a bratty retort, but the words die on your lips as Xavier suddenly bites down on your clit through the wet cloth of your panties. You cry out, the unexpected surge of pleasure making your vision waiver slightly as you grip his shoulders tightly for support. The sweet abuse of your sensitive little bud has you writhing and bucking against his face as he refuses to relent, his soft lips planted firmly over the growing wet spot now completely soaked through.

You can practically taste Xavier’s desire, tangy and intoxicating, a sweet rush of dopamine flooding your system. Through the material separating his hungry mouth from your dripping sex, he continues sucking on your throbbing clit, driving you crazy with each slow pull of his lips, his satisfaction at turning you helplessly weak evident in his throaty purrs of pleasure.

Panting heavily, drunk on pleasure, you manage to gasp out, "W-what if Jeremiah or someone else comes in here, Xavier?" Despite your concern, you can't bring yourself to push him away, addicted to the exquisite sensations he evokes with his skilled mouth.

His only response is an arrogant chuckle that vibrates through the fabric and right against your aching clit, almost pushing you to the edge already. Then he pulls back momentarily, glancing up at you with that infuriatingly smug expression. "So what if they do?" he teases, voice low and velvety smooth. "Maybe they'd enjoy the show." That wicked gleam is back in his blue eyes, just begging you to roll yours. And you do alright, flashing him a scathing glance of annoyance, though there's no real bite behind it at all.

Without another word, Xavier hooks his fingers into the waistband of your soaked panties and yanks them down your trembling legs, tossing the drenched garment aside carelessly. Cool air hits your exposed folds, the change in temperature making you shiver deeply.

“There,” he murmurs approvingly, eyeing your bare sex hungrily. "That's the first step in making amends, my naughty little bunny. Now, I want you to stay just like this—wide open and presenting yourself to me like the needy little girl you are."

Then he’s smirking as large hands skim up the inside of your thighs, thumbs brushing teasingly close to your dripping slit but never quite touching where you need him most. He can’t help how his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he drinks in the sight of your glistening pink folds, swollen and aching for his attention.

“That's it, nice and still for me. Let me appreciate the gift I've been so cruelly denied access to these past few days..." There's a wicked undertone to his praise, a reminder of the delicious punishment yet to come. “And if you can behave and follow orders, maybe—just maybe—I'll consider forgiving you for abandoning your duties... and your kitty." 

The sinful trail of his tail over your throbbing clit causes a sharp intake of breath to escape from between your lips, the teasing tickle earning a whimpering mewl as your hips buck shamelessly upwards in search of friction. And his words send a rush of crimson staining your cheeks, an indignant scoff of disbelief on the tip of your tongue, yet it refuses to come as he skillfully maneuvers your body.

He watches with smug satisfaction and an almost frightening level of concentration, that predatory look intensifying at the desperate sounds slipping through your lips as your legs subconsciously hook around his hips, pulling him closer. You silently pray he doesn't catch on to the fact that your thighs instinctively lock tight around his lower half, the bulge of his growing arousal now rubbing deliciously against the crease of your thigh.

But of course Xavier notices your hips shifting restlessly, seeking more of his maddening touch, and with a sharp click of his tongue, he shakes his head disapprovingly. "I told you not to move, sweet girl.” His hands firm on your knees, gripping with just enough pressure to be a subtle threat as he pushes your legs further apart, opening you obscenely wide for his hungry gaze.

“I’ll have to punish you for that…” The words trail off into a playful murmur as he slides two long fingers knuckle-deep into your dripping heat without preamble. A choked moan spills from your lips at the sudden intrusion, back arching off the stool as your walls clench greedily around the digits stretching you open.

“So wet for me already," he praises softly, pumping his fingers at a torturously slow pace, curling them just right to graze that sensitive spot within you.

A harsh groan slips free, unbidden and totally unladylike, at the delicious stretch and rub of Xavier’s probing fingers thrusting into the needy wetness between your thighs. Your chest heaves as you gasp for much needed air and manage a brief, strangled, absolutely pathetic squeak of yes in response to his question. The last shred of your dignity? A fleeting memory. You’re his tool now, to toy with, take his fill of and tease you until you can’t even form thoughts anymore. 

“That's it... let me hear those pretty little sounds,” Xavier whispers, his voice a soft, seductive purr. His free hand comes up to cup your cheek tenderly, calloused thumb brushing over your kiss-swollen bottom lip. 

“You're breathtaking like this—so wrecked, so desperate for my touch...”

His fingers curl just right inside you, pressing mercilessly against that sensitive bundle of nerves as his palm grinds against your clit with each snap of his wrist. Your mouth falls open on a silent scream, tears of overwhelming ecstasy gathering at the corners of your eyes.

His hot, wet tongue flicks out to circle around your throbbing clit, the flat of his it coming down to lick firmly at the aching little pearl. The addition of this new sensation has your entire body jolting, writhing in his hold as he doubles down with his assault, his lips wrapping around the swollen little bud to suck hard.

You cry out, his fingers twisting and thrusting into you faster, a change in rhythm that signals just how affected he is by your actions. His tail thumps rhythmically against the empty air as you scratch behind his kitty ears in response, his body jolting at the touch just as much as yours does. You can hear the desperation in his breath coming sharp in the air, almost moaning against your pussy, whining softly for your scratches.

This spurs you on, the familiar petting pattern you know he loves, scratching and massaging the backs of his ears in slow circles, soothing the maniacally lustful, possessive kitty eating you out on the floor of Jeremiah’s shop.

Just as you teeter on the razor's edge of climax, your muscles drawn taut and quivering, Xavier abruptly withdraws his fingers and pulls back from your weeping sex. A distressed keen escapes your throat at the loss, hips jerking forward shamelessly, trying to chase after the touch you so desperately crave.

But your pleas fall on deaf ears as Xavier switches to an agonizingly gentle approach, fluttering kitten licks over your sensitive, swollen clit. Each delicate swipe of his tongue sends sparks of electricity dancing along your nerve endings, stoking the flames of your desire impossibly higher without giving you the relief you need. His fingers resume their shallow thrusts, crooking just enough to bump that perfect spot inside you teasingly, never quite hitting it hard enough to push you over.

“Shhh, sweet girl,” he coaxes softly, blowing cool air over your slick folds. “We're going to savor this, draw it out, just like we always do... I’ve got you.”

Your breath comes out in ragged pants, every muscle strung tight as a bowstring, on the verge of shattering. His tail teases and rubs expertly against your dripping folds, the slick tip painting designs of pleasure across your needy sex. Each flick of his tail against your throbbing clit draws a ragged moan from you, the added sensation making your hips buck wildly in response.

And then he doubles down, returning to his sinful, torturous tease of your clit with a hot, hard suck right after a tender, slow lick. You're losing your goddamn mind. Somewhere along the way, your hands moved to his hair, gripping the silvery locks, arching your hips up in absolute desperation. He’s too fucking slow. Too fucking soft. So damned taunting that it makes your hands clench tighter around fistfuls of his hair. You're not sure whether you want to reward him for his sheer audacity by forcing his mouth against you more or rip out tufts of his silky locks for being so fucking evil.

Your begging takes a turn from desperate to raw, the words spilling from your mouth becoming increasingly incomprehensible. Something about coming, about needing him to fuck you, to finally send you tumbling over the edge and mercifully giving you the release you've been aching for. Yet still he plays his sick game, languid licks against aching wetness and shallow thrusts with knowing grins in the midst of it all.

You want to yell, to curse his stupid insufferable existence, but instead the curse that parts your lips is almost pitiful in its defeat. “Ughhhh, you’re so mean, Xavier…” It comes between sobs and panting breaths, your will breaking down to just utter neediness.

A broken whimper escapes you as Xavier laughs at your grumbled accusation, the sound sending vibrations through your sensitive body that make you see stars. “Aw, is someone feeling a bit pent-up?” he teases, clearly relishing your desperation. “You shouldn’t have left me at home then… Maybe you wouldn't be so needy right now if you’d just listened to me. I could have been there to take care of you.” Before you can formulate a retort, his mouth descends upon you once more with renewed fervor. 

The change in his demeanor is instantaneous and electrifying. Gone is the torturous gentleness, replaced by a hungry intensity that borders on feral. He eats at your pussy like a starving man at a feast, warm tongue laving at your folds before spearing inside to lap at your essence. All the while, his fingers continue their relentless assault, plunging and curling and striking that perfect spot within you with achingly accurate precision.

Lost in his own world of bliss, Xavier seems to forget all about his surroundings, consumed entirely by the act of bringing you pleasure. Wet, obscene slurping noises fill the air as he feasts on your cunt, smearing your juices all over his handsome face. He practically glistens with your arousal, a debauched picture that only serves to heighten your own desire. He peeks up from under his lashes, looking sheepish, guilty even—but then he goes right back to teasingly nipping and nibbling at your folds.

You want to yank him up by his hair and yell at him for continuing to drag this out. But before you can say a word, he increases the speed again, his own hips thrusting in the air with abandon, unashamed by the wet stain rapidly forming on the front of his pants.

The sight of Xavier lost in such blissful abandon, driven to climax simply from pleasuring you, proves to be your own undoing. With a sharp cry that echoes off the walls, your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body seizing up and shaking uncontrollably. Electric pleasure surges through every nerve ending as your inner walls clamp down around his fingers, pulsing and fluttering wildly.

Wave after wave of blinding ecstasy washes over you, stealing the air from your lungs and the strength from your limbs. You collapse back against the floor, boneless and spent, as the aftershocks gradually subside into pleasant tingles. Throughout it all, Xavier remains pressed against you, lapping gently at your spasming sex, prolonging your pleasure with his devoted attentions until you're a limp, sated puddle beneath him.

He gives you no time to recover from the heights of ecstasy he just sent you to. Hardly seconds pass between the final shudder of your climax and the thick, warm wetness of his cock being pulled free from his stained pants. He teases the thick, cum soaked shaft over your lips, rubbing it eagerly back and forth over the abused, kiss-swollen contours.

He’s smirking wickedly, drinking in the sight of you sprawled out beneath him, trembling in the aftermath of your intense orgasm. “Such a good girl, coming apart so beautifully for me,” he murmurs, voice rough with desire. 

Without warning, he grips your jaw, thumb and index fingers pressing in as he forces your mouth open. “Open wide, bunny. Part two of your punishment awaits.” He doesn't even bother waiting for a response before pushing the tip of his cock past your lips, the salty-sweet flavor of his release coating tongue. Inch by thick inch disappears into your warm, willing mouth as he hilts himself fully, soft silver hair brushing against your nose.

“Breathe through your nose, angel. Relax your throat for me...” One large hand slides to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as he holds you steady. The other braces against the wall behind you, supporting his weight as Xavier begins to rock his hips, stroking his length along your tongue. 

His clever tail starts sneaking down between your spread thighs once more. The fluffy appendage seeks out your sensitive, still-pulsing clit, circling the tender bud with maddeningly precise strokes. Each pass sends fresh jolts of electricity zinging through your nerve endings, stoking the embers of desire back into full-blown flames.

His hand fists tighter in your hair as he sets a steady pace, not too fast but deep enough to make your eyes water. He gradually increases his pace until he's steadily fucking your face with long, powerful strokes. The hand braced against the wall above you flexes, knuckles turning white with the force of his restraint. Through it all, low, rumbling purrs of appreciation vibrate in his chest.

“Fuck, your mouth feels incredible…” he praises softly, the filthy words punctuated by the obscene wet sounds of flesh moving against flesh.

His tail dances and swishes almost of its own accord, still stroking your throbbing clit at the perfect speed, drawing out desperate moans from deep within your throat. Pleasure arcs through your body in electric sparks as your orgasm approaches, edging closer and closer with each fluffy pass.

Just as your orgasm begins to tip you over, Xavier reaches his own climax with a throaty groan, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into the warmth of your throat. The double sensation of his cum mixed with the constant, torturous friction against your swollen clit is nearly too much for you to bear. 

The combination sends you coming undone next, triggering your climax with a strangled cry muffled by his cock. The lingering echoes of your aftershocks are still jolting through you when Xavier finally pulls out, his release trailing down the corner of your mouth as he watches you come down from the high he brought you to. He swipes his thumb against the swollen skin of your lower lip, collecting a few drops of cum before pushing it between them with a wink.

And as you're still lost in the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, Xavier scoops you up into his strong arms, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. The movement causes his half-hard member to brush against your sensitive folds. Without preamble, he pushes forward, sheathing his thick length inside you in one smooth stroke. 

A guttural moan tears from his throat as your walls envelop him, still slick and ready from your earlier climaxes. "Oh god baby… so tight, so perfect…” he groans, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise as the other supports your ass. He presses you firmly against the wall, pinning you in place as he starts to move.

Slowly at first, savoring the exquisite sensation of your bodies joining, he begins to roll his hips. Gradually picking up speed, he drives into you with deep, powerful thrusts that hit that special spot with unerring accuracy. His forehead comes to rest against yours as he works you over, panting harshly against your parted lips. The friction is maddening, building that tell-tale pressure low in your belly once more despite having just climaxed.

You writhe and wiggle in his hold, unable to control the reactions his rough thrusts draw from you. The way his cock drags against your clenching walls has you whimpering and begging incoherently for more. With desperate grabs and scratches, your hands seek out whatever you can latch onto, finding one of his ears to dig your nails into as the rest rake down his spine. Your body tenses against the soft furry texture of his tail as it trails lightly over your stretched opening. "God yes, so good..." you whimper, unable to find more appropriate words to convey the absolute pleasure he draws from you, dominating your thoughts and clouding your mind with ecstasy.

There's a thrill in scratching him, in hearing the deep grunts that burst from his throat. It spurs you on, urging you to squeeze him tighter as you start meeting his thrusts.

Xavier's breath hitches and he lets out a shuddering groan at the sensation of your nails on his sensitive cat ears, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to his core. “That's it,” he murmurs, a hint of teasing to his soft voice. “Scratch and claw all you like. I guess you've earned that much for taking your punishment so well…”

He punctuates his words with a particularly deep thrust, grinding against your g-spot as his tail snakes between your cheeks again to circle your puckered hole playfully. The dual stimulation has you seeing stars, back arching sharply as you grind down on him desperately.

“This is part three, bunny,” Xavier continues, leaning in to nip at your throat possessively. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else… fill you up so thoroughly that you forget what it's like not to be stuffed full of me.” 

Then he captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your needy whimpers as his arms flex with each powerful thrust, holding you securely against the wall. “I need to mark you inside and out with my scent...”

He leans in close, nipping sharply at the delicate skin where your neck meets your shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave a vivid hickey. "Mine.”

One large hand starts sliding up your body to palm your breast roughly, tweaking and rolling the sensitive bud between skilled fingers. His hips surge forward harder, the thick head of his cock kissing your cervix with each deep stroke. The obscene slap of flesh on flesh fills the room, mingling with your wanton cries and his soft grunts.

Your fingers twist and clench at the silken fur of his tail, while your thighs unconsciously tighten around his waist. A sharp groan erupts from your throat as he bites hard on the junction of your throat and shoulder, your nails digging into his upper back as a whorish mewl spills past parted lips, almost loud enough to wake the dead.

Somewhere in the recesses of your subconscious, a small, rational part of your brain suddenly remembers a disturbing possibility—what if someone were to walk in right now?

Jeremiah or another client could easily stumble upon this, catching you pinned and pleasured against the wall of the greenhouse, with Xavier rutting into you like a man possessed. The thought sends a jolt of illicit excitement through you, even as embarrassment colors your cheeks. 

“Hey—” you manage breathlessly, blowing out the excess air in your lungs before stopping. Unfortunately, you should probably broach the subject of him hurrying it up, not wanting to get caught fucking each other senseless in the middle of the day in a public place. “Uhm…”

Xavier just laughs softly against the column of your throat, the vibrations just barely worming their way to your brain as your thoughts jostle around aimlessly. He opens his mouth and says something utterly disgraceful. “Nope.” What the fuck, even? Is there any other creature in the world that's this insufferable?

Before you can process a suitable retort, his lips crash against yours in a heated, dominating kiss. He plunders your mouth with skillful sweeps of his tongue, mapping every crevice and slope. At the same time, his hands start roaming your curves greedily, kneading and squeezing wherever they land. 

Large palms engulf your breasts as he presses you harder against the wall, thumbs and forefingers pinching and tugging at the stiff peaks through the thin fabric of your shirt. All the while, his hips continue their relentless rhythm, driving into you with deep, powerful strokes that seem to reach your very core. 

He breaks the kiss to trail his lips along your jawline and down the column of your throat. Nips and sucks pepper your sensitive skin, no doubt leaving vivid marks. His hands slide down to grip your thighs, fingertips digging into the supple flesh as he uses the leverage to increase the force and speed of his thrusts. The filthy squelch of your combined fluids and the sharp smack of skin on skin echoes obscenely through the greenhouse.

He brings you closer and closer, so close that the wave of pleasure almost seems to peak and break over you, about to send you sailing out on a tide of euphoria. But almost is the key word here, because Xavier still has a firm grip on the reins.

Smirking in your slightly delirious face as he fucks into you with reckless abandon, eyes alight with excitement and desire. He thrusts hard into you, as far as he can reach, a sharp noise erupting from his throat, eyes fluttering with his quickening pace, ears twitching happily. His head rests in the crook of your neck and shoulder, teeth scraping gently along your jugular vein and dragging up the skin, tugging your head back to expose more of your throat to his greedy mouth.  

Your breath hitches and stutters as the pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter in your lower belly. And then, just as you teeter on the precipice, about to tumble over into blissful oblivion again, he slows his pace to a teasing crawl.

“Noooo!” The desperate wail tumbles from your lips unbidden, the sound raw and strangled. Your inner muscles clench and flutter around his shaft, trying to urge him deeper, harder, faster. Anything to regain that delicious friction and push you over the edge.

But Xavier just chuckles darkly, the sound rumbling through his chest pressed flush against yours. “Shh, don't hold back now, bunny," he purrs, voice dripping with wicked amusement. “I want to hear how good I make you feel. Let everyone know who this beautiful body belongs to.”

With that command, he snaps his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside your weeping heat. The sudden depth and force of the thrust has you seeing white, a guttural moan tearing from your throat. He sets a brutal pace then, pistoning into you with animalistic fervor.

His reminder, the gruff purr he emits, sends sparks of pleasure through you. You almost obey him immediately, the resulting sound becoming a pathetic mewl before you remember yourself, and the likeliness of it being heard outside of the greenhouse.

You begin to experiment with the spots on his ears and tail, and with that sound he makes, the hiss and growl, the slight dip of his hips, you know you've found his weak spots. And his eyes, glazed with sheer bliss and desire, confirm it.

His furry tail twitches with obvious pleasure as your treatment grows rougher, encouraging and emboldening you to keep going. You follow the line his tail takes, the slim tendril rubbing up against the curve of your ass and then brushing up and around to your sensitive clit. It seems he's got some sort of animalistic attraction to your nails digging in and scratching around, you think you hear him moan or whimper, just the tiniest hint under the sound of his low groans and moans of pleasure.

There's something deliciously naughty in seeing the animal in him awaken with the scritches, the kittenish purring getting louder and more needy, just before your hand finds his furry tail and repeats the action on it. He shifts in earnest, his body making adjustments to accommodate the sensations, a low, needy grunt escaping him as he pants out the words “yeah right there, by my ear...” He moans softly as he nuzzles into your hand, speeding up his shallow thrusts with a low grumble as his pace increases.

He captures your gaze with those striking blue eyes, now molten with lust and adoration. The love in his stare steals your breath away, heart stuttering wildly in your chest. “Beautiful,” he rasps, the word barely audible above the obscene symphony of your coupling. “So incredibly beautiful.”

His ears flatten briefly as you scratch the ultra-sensitive tips, a shudder running through his powerful frame. The purr rumbling in his chest rises in volume, vibrating against your skin where he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

“I’m close…” Xavier groans, voice strained with the effort of holding back his climax. “Gonna fill this perfect little pussy so full…” His hips snap forward harder, the new angle allowing him to hit that magical spot inside you with each thrust. The wet sounds of your joining grow louder, more vulgar, mixing with your keening cries. 

One large hand fists in your hair, tugging your head back to bare more of your throat to his hungry mouth. Teeth scrape over your pulse point once more before suckling hard, intent on marking you for all to see. His other hand grips your hip bruisingly tight as he pounds into you, chasing his rapidly approaching release.

He leans back slightly, drinking in the sight of you—cheeks flushed, eyes glazed with pleasure, lips parted around soft mewls. The picture of debauched ecstasy, and he's the one who put you there. It makes pride and possessiveness swell in his chest.

The coil of tension in your core winds tighter and tighter, pleasure cresting higher with each powerful thrust of Xavier's hips. Your legs tremble, thighs quivering around his waist as he drives into you relentlessly. Soft mewls and keening cries spill from your lips uncontrollably.

"You're doing so well, sweet girl… taking my cock like you were made for it," Xavier praises, eyes burning into yours with fierce intensity. His pupils are blown wide, only a thin ring of vibrant blue remaining. The dual stimulation of his cock and tail, along with that worshipful look in his stare has you seesawing on a razor's edge, desperate for that final push.

Sensing how close you are, he leans in, hot breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. “That's it, bunny. Don't fight it,” he murmurs, voice a low, seductive rasp. “Please cum for me.” His gentle command is followed by a particularly hard thrust and roll of his hips, grinding against your aching clit. “Let go and scream my name… And do it loud enough for Jeremiah to hear.”

With a defeated whimper, the irritation only adding fuel to the firestorm of ecstasy, you obey him with a pained  cry, toes curling as the orgasm sweeps through you like a forest fire. The intensity of the climax washes over you in a wave of pure bliss, accompanied by a bone-jarring clench and squeeze around Xavier's cock. He fucks through it with shallow thrusts, each slam against that special spot drawing desperate moans from your throat, legs kicking as he grinds against you again and again.

There's something perverse in following Xavier's instruction this time, letting go and screaming his name to the whole world as you cum around him, moaning shamelessly. Every sound sends a small jolt of embarrassment and ecstasy through you, the aftershocks of the orgasm still washing through you like gentle ocean waves. Jeremiah hearing this display of pleasure is, admittedly, something you probably would be rather embarrassed by if you weren't reduced to a puddle of warm, complacent goo beneath Xavier.

As the intense waves of pleasure gradually subside, leaving you trembling and gasping for air, you become acutely aware of your compromising position. Face flushed, hair disheveled, clothes askew—it's clear what transpired here. 

Through hazy eyes, you catch sight of Xavier's smug grin, the cocky tilt of his lips sending a confusing pang of annoyance and arousal through you. "Well, Jeremiah definitely heard that," he teases, voice dripping with satisfaction and more than a touch of smugness. One large hand comes up to caress your cheek tenderly, a stark contrast to his earlier roughness. He continues rolling his hips languidly, still buried deep inside your fluttering heat. Even spent, his cock remains semi-hard, plugging you full. 

“And everyone will know exactly why you were screaming like that, you know...” His other hand slides down to grip your thigh tightly. Leaning in, he nips at your bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue. “We might have to do this more often if you can't control yourself... it really turns me on.”

“Ughh, get off me, Xavier” you huff breathlessly, managing to wiggle free from his hold and tug down the hem of your skirt. “Because that's just what we need: you deciding it's a good idea to randomly bend me over the nearest flat surface so you can pound me senseless whenever you feel like it,” you quip, your fingers quickly retrieving your lacy panties from where they were abandoned earlier. Clearing your throat, you tug the fabric back on, and you can swear his eyes track the lace as it ascends your thighs.

With them snugly in place, you sigh softly, stepping closer to Xavier, the irritation already fading from your expression. Your delicate fingers thread through his silvery hair, nails lightly grazing his sensitive cat ears. At your touch, a low, pleased purr emanates from his throat, eyelids fluttering closed.

“Mmm, much better,” he purrs contentedly, leaning into your touch just like a big cat seeking affection. When his eyes open again, they sparkle with mischief and lingering heat.

Biting your lower lip, you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. "Why don't we take this home?” you murmur against his kiss-swollen lips when you finally part. “I'd much rather have you all to myself anyway.”

With a boyish grin spreading across his lovely face, Xavier leads you towards the greenhouse exit, one strong arm wrapped possessively around your waist. With a sly smile playing on his lips, he reaches for the handle. To your utter shock, the door swings open with a simple twist of his wrist, revealing it had been locked this entire time.

“Xavier!!” Your jaw drops open in disbelief as the realization hits you—all this time, you'd assumed the door was unlocked, that anyone could have stumbled upon your heated encounter.

Crossing your arms, you glare at Xavier, though there's no real heat behind it at all. “You... you let me believe…” Indignant sputtering is all you manage, face cycling through various shades of red.

He just shrugs nonchalantly, clearly amused by your flustered state. “What can I say? I enjoy seeing you all worked up like this.” Stepping closer, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, calloused fingertips grazing your skin. “Besides, the soundproofing in here is excellent. No one heard a thing... probably.”

[unintentionalseductress]

Hi!!! If you're still taking requests, can you do a bodyguard headcanon for the LADS boys pls and thanks 🙏

After talking to @ballorawan740 a little more, an extra detail added for the request was that MC was hired as a bodyguard for a young girl by their family. So I made all the men single dads for this HC. IDK who had they this child with or how it happened, just go with it.

Hey Miss Bodyguard...

Zayne:

He's a rich, famous, doctor stretched thin. He hadn't expected being a single dad would be this challenging. Being the youngest person to win the Starcatcher award was no small feat after all.

His fear stems from his refusal to work with Ever. He's terrified that they'll take his daughter as leverage.

He holds interviews of course, because how else can he find the best person to keep his little girl safe? When you walk in, he feels a connection that was absent with the other candidates. You got along easily with his child, and it was obvious that you cared for her more than beyond seeing her as a paycheck.

He keeps things professional and beyond offering you a drop home at night or sometimes bringing takeout, he mostly keeps to himself, but he's drawn to the way you spend time with his daughter. He sees how happy she is around you, and he's confident in your abilities to keep her safe.

It's his daughter that points out he likes you. "Miss...I think my daddy like you!" she'll say matter-of-factly while she gets her shoes on for school. Zayne nearly chokes on his coffee, his ears turning red as you stifle a laugh behind your hands, ushering her out the door. Later that day, Zayne calls asking if it would be all right if he asked you to dinner. You accept of course, because how could anyone resist the stoic, handsome, doctor with the cute daughter?

Sylus:

Sylus has a never-ending list of reasons as to why he needed a bodyguard for his daughter. He was the leader of an organized crime group after all, and there were several people who would gladly claim his head on a platter.

He tried to entrust Luke and Kieran but after an almost near accident at a gun range he decided maybe they weren't the best choice.

His daughter is suspicious of you when Sylus hires you. You simply looked out of place in the N109 zone and part of her didn't feel like you were 'one of them'. She would constantly complain to Mephisto and insist uncle Luke and uncle Kieran weren't that bad, and that they were sorry about the gun range incident.

You finally gain her trust when you teach her how to shoot soda cans with your hunter's gun. She's impressed and says you're not a bad shot, the highest compliment she could think of.

She expresses her approval to her dad and says to him, "daddy, she can outshoot you. You should shoot guns together." Sylus who is tossing a salad for their meal glances at you thoughtfully just as you're about to walk out the door. "Is that so? Well, what does our bodyguard think?" You'll freeze for a minute and retort that you had to think about it and leave. Sylus smiles reassuringly at his daughter. "That's a yes."

Xavier:

Xavier decides to ask you to be his daughter's bodyguard after finding out there are traitors amongst the Backtrackers. Their anger at him for deciding to stay in this timeline with his daughter knew no bounds. He feared they would kidnap her and attempt to fly back to dying Philos. They'd never make it, he knew, given the condition of their spaceship. His bigger concern was them getting stuck in the deepspace tunnel with no way to find their coordinates.

Xavier's daughter has an easy relationship with you. She's seen you around the building before and you always have candy ready for her sweet tooth. If Xavier was too busy to give her attention, then down the elevator she came to knock on your door.

On multiple occasions Xavier has come down to retrieve his daughter from you, reminding her that it's not ok to visit when you were off duty. This upsets her and she looks at you teary-eyed and you insist that she's not a bother.

At this point his daughter bursts out loudly, "Daddy, I'm always either at our place or hers. Miss should just move in with you so that I don't have to come downstairs anymore!" Both you and Xavier laugh awkwardly, both of you blushing before bidding each other good night.

But after Xavier has put his daughter to bed, he considers the idea. It seemed practical, but he knew you'd never go for it. So instead he asks you if you'd be interested in joining him for hot pot one of these days.

Rafayel:

Rafayel somehow believes that because you are his bodyguard, it means you are his daughter's too. Even after you told him it would cost double since you're trying to protect two people he shrugs it off and asks Thomas to write you a check for more.

The young girl is similar to her dad and has an artistic flair, painting breathtaking landscapes and adorable little cartoons alike. She often watches you chastising her dad for not following rules and not being safe enough and senses there's more there.

She can't help but notice that some of her dad's portraits feature people with features similar to yours; the same nose, the shape of your eyes, or the fullness of your lips. When she points this out Rafayel shakes his head in denial.

Determined to be right, she pulls you into his studio where all the portraits are kept while he's out one day. You do see the resemblance but try to console the girl that artists can find inspiration from anywhere, and it might not be as simple as him having feelings for you. Of course, she pouts (so much like her dad!) and that's when Rafayel walks in.

You ask him to correct his daughter, that your relationship is strictly professional. Rafayel sighs dramatically, then says, "Yeah, it's professional. But only because I can't get her to change her mind." His daughter smirks in triumph and you leave the room blushing, wondering how you got tangled up with this family.

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RESPONSIBLE DADS - LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN X READER

Warnings : autistic!Zayne with his autistic daughter, all of them are girl dads here (except for Xavier who has twins), cuteness-aggression bites, one mention of a gun (no one is harmed!), no mentions of pregnancy (their kids can be interpreted as biological or adopted), this isn’t proof-read, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : so much domestic fluff ☹️🫶🏽

Word count : 2.3K words (holy shit???)

Additional notes : This is a combination of two asks I’d received a month or two ago about the LNDS men as dads while their partner is away, and Zayne in particular struggling with his own autism vs his child’s autism. The brain rot was real in this one😭 To anyone else reading this, my requests are still closed!! These are just old requests I had in my inbox🫶🏽

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“She went down without much of a fuss,” Zayne said, slowly closing the bedroom door behind him as he set his phone on the dresser and got ready for bed over the video call, despite the time zone differences. He’d tried to convince them to just let themself rest instead of staying up past 3 AM, but they’d paid him no mind and insisted on seeing him last thing before bed.

They hummed, watching him slip out of his button up through their screen with a fond gaze. “She is really quiet compared to what I’ve heard about kids her age.”

In the midst of folding his shirt, he paused, a slight crease between his eyebrows. “A little too quiet.” At his concerned face, they straightened up in their seat and leaned in closer to their phone. “I think… she has difficulty connecting with me.”

Their expression was unsure at that. “I don’t know, Zayne. You know she loves you…”

“I do,” was his swift answer, pausing as he pulled his pyjama shirt over his head, then popping out with his hair adorably mussed. “But maybe she feels like I wouldn’t understand her.”

No matter how much he wanted to seem stoic and unaffected by the prospect, there was no hiding the conflicted emotions swimming in his eyes. With an almost sad smile, they asked him, “Even though anyone that sees you two says you have so much in common?”

With a slight flush (was it out of embarrassment as he noticed his messy hair, or was it a twinge of pride in being so connected to his daughter?) he began to apply his minimal skincare that he’d grown used to with them, scarred skin deftly being cared for after years of neglect.

“Autistic girls have different experiences than autistic boys, and their struggles are often overlooked because of these differences. Maybe she subconsciously feels that we can’t bridge that gap.”

Resting their head against their hand, keen eyes bore through him. Zayne would never go unheard as long as they were there. “Do you feel that gap?”

He shrugged, swallowing thickly as he wiped the excess off on his hand towel. “It’s not about me. Studies show that—”

Shaking their head, they sighed a little in affectionate exasperation. “It doesn’t matter what studies say. You’re overthinking it because you want things to be perfect. It’s sweet, just… not very realistic.”

“Mm. I know,” he softly conceded, combing through his hair with a distant glimmer in his eyes. It wasn’t so easy, navigating the emotions and ideas of a child that one already struggled with for decades.

They apologetically smiled at him, then added, “She trusts you with her life because she knows how hard you try to understand her, no matter how difficult that may be sometimes. You give her the space to be able to communicate her needs properly, and that’s why she loves you beyond measure, Zayne.”

He looked away for a few beats, but that was enough time for them to see the misty-eyed wonder in his eyes as he looked at the crooked drawing on his bedside table that she’d made of him holding her in his arms.

His sweet daughter who carried a piece of his heart everywhere she went.

“Then she’s just like you. Very open with her affections.” Huffing out an impossibly tender laugh, he picked up his phone once again and began to climb into bed, his shoulders sagging with relief; like he needed that reassurance to be able to nestle his body into the mattress, cold as it was without his lover. “Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve it from you both…”

“You’re gonna get sick like that, and guess who’ll be cleaning up that mess?” Rafayel frowned, grabbing his daughter by the scruff of her neck and carrying her off before she got her pretty dress drenched by the wave that came crashing down where she’d been standing.

“I can’t get sick from water, daddy, and you know it,” came the reply between giggles, her eyes closed as she relished in the spray of seawater.

With a grunt, he fumbled with his phone a little as he switched to carrying her against his hip with one arm, before turning back to the ongoing video call. “Holding down the fort?” they teasingly asked, arching their brow at their daughter’s windswept hair and inevitably sandy fists curled up against Rafayel’s chest.

“She likes to bully me.” He pouted as he saw two pairs of mischievous eyes looking at him. “No guesses as to where she picked that up from.”

“Are you sure that your six year old daughter—who, mind you, is as cute as a button—is bullying you?”

“Daddy’s just silly, Lemurians are fine with water,” his daughter tried to reason with what she felt was perfectly logical. “He just doesn’t want to wash my clothes again if I get them wet.”

“And why should I?” he indignantly huffed out at the grin that showed she was definitely up to no good. “They’ll get dirty ten seconds later anyways. It’s such a pain.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t leave paint buckets everywhere, then I wouldn’t be on my fourth dress of the day.” Her sassy mutter under her breath was the last straw, and then his instincts took over and—

Chomp!

His teeth nibbled on her round little cheeks, cuteness aggression washing away any possible annoyance (which he’d been feigning, anyways) at the prospect of having to do the laundry all over again. She cried out in protest, though her shreaks of laughter and tighter hold on him gave away the fact that—not unlike his partner—she loved every bit of it.

“You got my face all dirty,” she whined, wiping her cheek against his silk shirt as he walked them back up to the house, much to his dismay.

A chuckle came from his screen, and he flushed under the sweet gaze and the grin he missed so much. “There goes another round in the washing machine. Y’know, Raf, it’s not the smartest move around to wear your favorite clothes around your kid.”

“No kidding,” he grumbled, though there was no bite behind his words. In fact, the tender look in his gem-like eyes only spoke volumes of the adoration he held inside. And maybe his little girl felt it, and decided it would be the perfect moment to press a kiss to where she could reach, right over his heart.

“I don’t mind the paint, daddy. You always make the prettiest things with it, pretty just like you,” she softly said, her tiny index finger toying with the pearlescent button on his blouse.

How much more did she want to squeeze his heart in his chest? He didn’t think he could possibly love her any more than he already did, and yet here she was, proving over and over again that she was the greatest gift he could ever be blessed with after all these years. Walking into their home with sandy feet and salty skin was no longer a dream, but a part of his quaint little life.

“Even if you did ruin my favorite dress and sandals.”

“Papa’s been asleep for three hours now,” she whined in a low voice, her bottom lip jutted out as she looked back at Xavier curled up in a ball in the middle of the unmade bed, legs tangled in the messy sheets. She then turned back to the videocall at hand. “Can’t you wake him up, please?”

Her twin brother popped up from behind her and patted her shoulders in what he hoped was a soothing manner. “He’s tired after he played with us. Let’s leave him for a bit.”

With a downcast gaze, she reluctantly nodded and walked out with him, the phone shaking as it was a little too big for her small hands.

Now out in the living room, they could finally raise their voices a little. “Papa cleaned up in the morning too. We probably shouldn’t have asked him to play with us.” He looked a little forlorn as he fiddled with his fingers. Painfully shy, it often showed when he was doubting himself. “We tried to help him after lunch, but—”

“That’s okay, what matters is that you both tried to lend him a hand,” they sweetly reassured them as they smiled through the screen. “And I’m sure if he was too tired to play with you guys, he wouldn’t have offered it in the first place.”

Their daughter gasped, eyes shining in awe at that. “How did you know that Papa was the one who came up with the game?”

“Because he waits for playtime every day, just to spend time with you guys. He’s always so excited, y’know?”

With matching grins (though one was more bashful than the other), the two seven year-olds looked significantly lighter than they had been when the call had first started. The precious moment was soon interrupted by a yawn from behind and a tuft of blonde hair taking up half the background.

“Did you two sneak off to have them all to yourself?” came Xavier’s sleep-addled voice, as he shuffled to pull them onto his lap and readjust the camera. “Cheeky, taking advantage of my nap.”

His daughter laughed, her hands going to loop around his neck. “We weren’t! Promise.”

Her brother reached up to pat down Xavier’s bedhead, gently combing through the soft locks. “You looked tired, Papa. We didn’t want to wake you up with our voices.”

At that, Xavier couldn’t help the upwards quirk of his lips, all the love one could contain threatening to burst through as he held his world between his fingertips—and the best part of him miles away but no further from the heart.

“You’re sweet, just like a certain someone we all miss,” he said, before kissing their foreheads and ruffling their hair, earning little grumbles of protest. Turning his attention back to the videocall, Xavier’s eyes softened. “How long until we can take naps together on the couch again?”

His partner sighed, glancing at the calender on the wall for a moment. “Should be three days. It’s hell without you guys. Maybe I’ve gotten used to waking you all up for an hour in the mornings.”

“Hey, it’s all because of Papa!”

“He does sleep in twice as long as us…”

“And it’s gotten even worse now that you’re gone.”

He chuckled at their sulking feeding off each other, and the collective agreement that things just weren’t the same when his lover wasn’t beside him where they belonged. “Then maybe this should be enough to convince them to hurry back to us so we can get up early every day, hmm?”

“Tell me why Luke and Kieran frantically called me up and told me stop you from endangering our one year old girl. Now.”

“Well, hello to you too, sweetie.” Sylus rolled his eyes at the clearly enthusiastic greeting. “I’ve missed you too. I’m doing good without you for two weeks. Thanks for asking.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t give me that crap. You’ll live.” Scoffing, they crossed their arms in front of their chest. “Less avoiding the topic, more explaining why your seconds in command are treating you like a ticking bomb.”

“They’re more like lackeys, you know.” A hint of irritation climbed up his spine. Luke and Kieran were more like lost puppies that would be a danger to themselves—and society—if they were left to their whims. That’s all that they were (or so he tried to convince himself).

They waved him off, knowing that his half-assed words weren’t to be taken seriously. “I beg to differ. Now, where is she and what happened?”

Silence settled for a few moments, but then he realized it wasn’t in his favor to not quickly come clean. “She was playing around with me in bed, then seemed fascinated by my left pocket. Said pocket… may or may not have had a gun.”

Leaning in close to the camera, they sighed heavily, and pinched the bridge of their nose. “And I’m assuming her magic little fingers found the trigger.”

“More or less yes,” he mumbled under his breath, swallowing thickly as he met their dead-eyed stare. “Had to whip it out and fling it across the room… which may or may not have caused it to slam into the new bookcase and send it toppling.”

It didn’t matter how many people he’d managed to fearlessly face down; pinned underneath his partner’s disapproval, he found himself unable to move. “And that’s where they came in?”

Sylus hummed, flipping the camera and showing them the fractured remains on the floor. “Sorry about that, sweetie. Didn’t have the time to clean it up, what with feeding her and getting her ready for bed.”

“It’s fine, I can build another one.” Their quick dismissal was followed by the furrowing of their eyebrows. “What matters is that you prioritized her safety first.”

“Of course,” he was quick to reply, turning the camera back to himself, before he chuckled a little, sweetness seeping through his voice, “Though I do admit, seeing her have no self-preservation instincts really did make her strikingly similar to you in that regard.”

“Really flattering, hearing you praise her brashness and compare it to mine.” Their expression then grew more serious, and they worried their bottom lip between their teeth. “But… please. Don’t keep any weapons in the same room as her. She’s naturally curious.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he murmured, having had his dose of sheer panic at her tiny hands. He couldn’t remember a moment in his life when he’d been as terrified as he was earlier, his blood turning to ice at the thought of endangering her because of his own fast-paced life.

“I know you’ll be more careful. You’re so good to her—and me,” they quietly mused, a grateful look on their face as they admired him—tired ruby eyes, unruly silver hair, and all.

And Sylus had no control over his own lovesick stare, perfectly content with dancing in their palm for the rest of their lives. After all, he’d found the only two people in this world he could forfeit his life for. There was no shame in admitting it—and so he did, ever so softly. “I suppose you can take pride in knowing that you both have me wrapped around your fingers.”

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I've come back to drop some Next Gen Nevermore lore, this time about Sora and Regine's parents 💕

Yukiko Toriyama

Because of my love for parallels, she's a doctor to match the adult characters in the show (Principal - Weems/Bianca; Sheriff - Galpin/Walker). She's a surgeon though, not a therapist like Kinbott, but still a doctor!

Yukiko's around Wednesday and co's age, so she was also in Jericho High when they were in Nevermore. She has a huge respect for Outcasts, thinking that they are very cool. In fact, she thought this one siren girl that she first saw during Outreach Day was especially cool. Soon she will find out that her name is Bianca Barclay and that her classmate Lucas Walker will end up dating her.

She met Sora's father some time after graduating from high school. She fell for his confidence, and was especially impressed that he was an Outcast. Unfortunately she realized too late that he's all talk. When she got pregnant with Sora, his rich parents essentially sent her hush money, which she accepted and used to pay for med school. Sora's grandparents helped raise her while Yukiko finished her studies, so she wasn't as present as she probably should have been during Sora's childhood. She tries her best though, really.

Hugo Schuyler

Sora's father. He came from a rich and reputable family of psychics that specialize in spirits, also known as Herons. Because of his family's reputation, he developed a huge ego and has delusions of grandeur.

He's a glutton for attention, a trait that Sora unfortunately inherited as she also always makes an effort to fit in with "the popular crowd" among her peers. However unlike Sora who is ashamed of her outcast status and prefers to hide her power, Hugo has a superiority complex and overcompensates for his weak psychic abilities by being obnoxiously loud about his outcast status and his family's name.

He ends up starting a YouTube channel as a paranormal investigator after Nevermore. When he finds out he has a daughter, he's quick to head over to Nevermore and rope Sora into his paranormal shenanigans. No, it doesn't end up being a cute father-daughter bonding activity.

He sees both Wednesday and Enid as rivals. Wednesday for her formidable psychic powers (and reputation!), Enid for, well, her more successful YouTube channel(which isn't even hers, it's the Wolf Preserve's). Wednesday does not remember him from their high school days though, and Enid purposely mixes him up with Xavier when addressing him.

Vega hates him because he thinks aliens don't exist.

Erica Gutierrez

(I don't have her design and personality fully conceptualized yet, sorry)

Erica is Eugene's ex-wife and is a famous actress who started out when she was a teenager. She used to be a celebrity crush of Eugene's when he was in Nevermore, and dating and marrying her was a dream come true that sadly didn't last.

Erica makes an effort to see Regine when she can, and she usually has her daughter stay with her throughout the summer. Her fame comes with its own cons, particularly the excessive attention she(and by extension her family) gets hugely contributing to Regine's overly reclusive personality.

Erica had nothing to do with Outcasts before meeting Eugene and is every bit of a Normie. She and Wednesday never liked each other. She gets along well with Enid because she thinks Enid is normal enough when she isn't wolfed out. Enid likes her for getting her Michelle Yeoh's autograph and a video message as a birthday gift once. (Wednesday hates that Eugene's ex wife of all people showed her up that year)

None of the Nevermore student knew Regine's mother was a celebrity until Erica decided to give her daughter a surprise visit during Family Day(coincidentally the same day Hugo goes to meet Sora. It was a long weekend for the girls)

(masterpost for my AUs here)

EDIT: I ALMOST FORGOT!

Partial credit to @whitebeltwriter for coming up with Yukiko's background with me. I no longer remember which parts were my idea and which is hers, but pls know that it was a collaborative effort

[xxplastic-cubexx]

so like do you think they made the plastic wheelchair ALONGSIDE the plastic prison as a Just In Case situation, only after they realized charles was going to be a frequent visitor, or both as in because they knew charles was going to be the only person visiting him during planning they decided to make him a chair ahead of time

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Him or Me?

LADS Men getting jealous over your latest hyper fixation. [Requested by: Anon]

Zayne

Who: Keigo Takami (Hawks) - My Hero Academia & Sanemi Shinazugawa - Demon Slayer

Zayne: You received another package today?

MC: Ahh my figurines!

You tear the box open in excitement while Zayne watches.

Zayne: You have quite a few figures of that red winged character

MC: He's my favorite

Zayne: He's your ... favorite?

MC: My favorite character from my hero academia yes

Zayne: and who is the bug eye'd one?

MC: Don't call him bug eyed

Zayne: Defending him now?

MC: His name is Sanemi he has a bit of a temper but he's really a sweetheart

Zayne: and he's also from your hero show?

MC: No he's from demon slayer

Zayne: Oh

MC: These two are definitely my top 5

Zayne: So there's a list

MC: A mental list

Zayne: Who is on this mental list

MC: Well number one is my red ear'd jealous boyfriend who's trying to hide the fact that he's jealous of these 2D characters

Zayne: I'm not jealous

You stand grabbing your figurines boxes as you move around him heading towards your room to build them.

MC: Sure *Kisses his cheek* jealousy is cute on you but don't worry no one can take me from you

Rafayel

Who: Trafalgar D. Law - One Piece & Itsuomi - A Sign of Affection

MC: Raf have you seen my sketch book?

Rafayel: *Avoiding eye contact* Nope

MC: Did you do something with it?

Rafayel: Nope

MC: Found it. Why was it under the couch?

Rafayel: You're a silly girl with a bad memory

MC: RAF!

Rafayel: What!?

MC: I'm missing like four pages in here!

Rafayel: Have you tried not missing them?

MC: Very funny ... coincidentally its only the sketches of Law & Itsuomi

Rafayel: Why do you need to draw that taffy guy and umami dude? Draw meeeee I'm your boyfriend

MC: I've already drawn you before

Rafayel: I only had one page in your book they each had two that's not fair *pouts*

MC: You're such a baby if I give you a second page can you stop ripping up my hardwork?

Rafayel: Make it four pages and you have a deal

Xavier

Who: Kento Nanami - Jujutsu Kaisen & Vash - Trigun

MC: Xav?

Xavier: yes my love

MC: Would you like to explain what happened to my Nanami plushie?

Xavier: I don't know what you're talking about

MC: He has mysteriously gone missing

Xavier: Are you sure you searched everywhere? You did work sixteen hours yesterday It's common to misplace items when you're tired

MC: I don't know I never move him from the shelf .... have you seen him?

Xavier: I haven't sorry

MC: Interesting ... my phone case with Vash is also missing

Xavier: You seem quite smitten with those two lately do you like them more than me?

MC: Xavier they're 2D animations they'll never be better than you

Xavier: Promise?

MC: I put it on my pinky

Xavier: 🥰

MC: Can I have my phone case and plushie now?

Xavier: Absolutely not

Sylus

Who: Sung Jinwoo - Solo Leveling & Shinichiro Sano - Tokyo Revengers

Sylus: What's so great about that show that you need to go to four different stores to get the entire book collection?

MC: I tried to get you to watch Solo Leveling with me

Sylus: I'm a busy man princess

MC: I think you'd really like it Jinwoo looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll but could still kill you

Sylus: Are you implying that me and this 2D man are similar?

MC: Hell no you look like you can kill and could kill ... you're only a cinnamon roll for me

Sylus: How perceptive ... and what book is that

MC: It's a manga get it right ... its Tokyo Revengers I'm still waiting on the next season but I need to know what happens because I need to see Shinichiro

Sylus: Who is Shin and why do you need to see him eat a cheerio?

MC: Not Shin eat a cheerio ... Shinichiro Sano aka the weak king

Sylus: How can you be a king and be weak?

MC: Those around you are strong

Sylus: Sounds like a kingdom waiting to fall ... are you almost done?

MC: What's with the curt tone?

Sylus: No reason we just have dinner reservations soon princess

MC: That's in five hours

Sylus: *Grabs the stack of books from MCs hands* My how time flies lets go

[thinkinonsense]

THE BOY IS MINE✮

Logan Howlett x fem!reader

C/W: cursing, obsessive behavior, and slightly sexual content (mostly flirty behavior except at the end)

Word Count: 980

A/N: this is inspired by the song and video for the boy is mine by ariana grande. kinda just wanted to write about someone being obsessive and crazy. if you haven't seen the music video, I would suggest it. it's pretty short so I hope you enjoy <3

ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

Missions weren't always as exciting as they might seem; bosses were demanding and cruel. The danger was inevitable but you needed to eat so there wasn't much of a choice in finding other work. This would have to do for now but sometimes a girl needs to create her own excitement in life.

Which is exactly what you did when you met the Wolverine.

It was a quick first impression but God, it was one to remember. You were sent to settle a deal with a couple men upstate when a strange man pins you to a wall in the hallway; pressing his hips to the front of your black skirt and a hand over your mouth. He smelled of cigar smoke, wood, and mint. Without hesitation, you sink your teeth into the meat of his flesh until he moves it.

"Who the hell are you..?" You hiss.

"Stay here." He ordered.

The man walks away; metal claws shoot out of his hands as he attacks the businessmen at the table. You had never been so furious. The last thing you needed was for some stranger to come and take your credit. This was your job; not his.

Despite being livid with the stranger, you couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. The man sunk his claws in all their guts; you watched them fall one by one until only the two of you were left in the warehouse. Once you snapped out of his trance, you swiftly reached across the table for the paperwork. His hand lands on top of your latex glove, stopping you.

"I can't let you take that, princess." He says.

"I don't take orders from animals." You put on your best fake smile.

"Really? Because it looks like you did just a couple of minutes ago."

He had you there.

You notice a pair of dog tags dangling against his chest. One of your hands grabs them, pulling him to you. The side shown to you says, Logan while the other says, Wolverine.

Cute name.

Over his shoulders, you saw more men running in. A pleasing smirk spread across your face, leading him to turn around and see what you were smiling at.

"Since you handled that last group so well all by yourself," You swiftly knock him down with a heel to his chest, catching him off guard. "I'll let you take the next ones too, Wolvie."

Just as the men entered, you snatched the paperwork and booked it out the window to return it to your boss.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

It had been months and still no run-ins with Wolverine. It was beginning to drive you insane; flashbacks of him pushing you up against the wall with his hand over your mouth replayed in your mind almost every chance it could. Your days were spent sketching pictures of him so you wouldn't forget his face or searching for him.

It felt sickening how much you needed to see him again. Your apartment was decorated with sketches of him. He took up every inch of space in your head. This wasn't like you. Normally, you don't entertain the men you encounter but something about the Wolverine was intoxicating. This wasn't some schoolgirl crush. This was a full-on obsession, and you knew it.

The only thing you could do was make him just as obsessed as you were; making him yours.

It took weeks but you finally managed to create your potion for the Wolverine. Now, all you had to do was find him. You asked around to see who he works for and it didn't take long until the name Charles Xavier appeared. Before you knew it, you were back in your latex apparel and standing on the roof of the mansion. The potion was strapped to your belt as you crawled down the brick walls and into his bedroom window.

Almost everyone was out on a mission that evening except for Logan and a handful of students downstairs. You knew if you came any other day, Xavier would have seen you coming and you couldn't have risked that happening.

It was late, midnight by the time he came upstairs. You sat on his bed, waiting perfectly for him. The second you heard his heavy footsteps, your heart almost pounded out of your chest at the thrill.

When the bedroom door opens you are greeted with the scene of the man of your dreams in a white tank top, blue jeans, and a beer in his hand. Instead of running like you assumed he would, Logan stands still with a smirk on his face.

"Didn't think I would see you again," Logan said. He wasn't moving as fast as you would like him to, so you used your whip to bring him closer until he's knees hit the front of the bed.

"It's simply meant to be, Wolvie."

Quickly, you pull the red potion from your belt and pop the lid open. One hand snakes its way up to his jaw, holding him still while the other moves closer to pour. He stops you by pulling off your lacey black mask, finally revealing all of your pretty face to him.

Logan knew exactly who you were. He had been looking for you too; searching every abandoned warehouse and sketchy alley in town. No one knew your name so he thought it was a lost cause and tried to move on. He should've known that you would show up at some point for him again.

Honestly, Logan thought it was cute that you brought some sort of love potion. Little did you know, you had been haunting his mind ever since that night. He wasted no time in smacking the potion out of your hands; laying you back and inching closer until his lips ghosted over your throat.

"I don't need a damn potion."

[cvntroach5000]

The Lads and reader with an opossum Evol

Evol summary: Allows you to turn into a very cute opossum-looking creature. While an opossum, you can use telepathy, but it can cause people headaches. You can't use telepathy while human.

reader can be mc or non-mc. no use of y/n. gendered terms used: wife (xavier), queen (xavier), girlfriend (zayne), girlfriend/girl (rafayel)

caleb calls reader "buttercup" instead of the p-word

Xavier 💫

No clue what you're supposed to be, doesn't care in the slightest

You still look adorable and he's going to cuddle the shit out of you

Wraps you in a little blanket burrito and feeds you snacks

You try pulling a Ratatouille, but it seems opossums on the head don't grant you culinary skills—At least not to this man

Likes having you sit on his shoulder when you're outside, mainly because random men don't come up to an opossum to flirt with it

Thank god there aren't any wild opossums in Linkon, otherwise this man would be fighting them out of jealousy

Who'd pass up a cute opossum like you, after all

Gets you a tiny plushie so you can still cuddle one when you're an opossum

He's very serious about quality of sleep, so a cuddling buddy for you is a must, opossum or not

Gets into a huge fight with a woman at a store who wants him to leave you outside

"That's my wife, you bitch!"

After enjoying the shitshow, you crawl off his shoulder and turn back into a human

The woman is so shocked, she passes out

Xavier is just concerned the woman might've upset you by having an issue with your opossum form

"Is this unconscious woman bothering you, queen"

He takes protecting your pride very seriously, even your opossum self's pride

Zayne ❄️

That's great and all, but he's mostly just really concerned about your health and safety

Does the Evol make you susceptible to different diseases? Are there any hereditary health complications in opossums? What if you contract rabies?

Runs a million check ups on you to make sure he's ready for any scenario

You get to enjoy being an opossum in an x-ray

Thankfully your Evol makes your opossum body all weird and human-like in its chemistry, so you're good

Once his worries have been quelled, Zayne is treated to getting to pet you and cuddle you

Buys a little fluffy bed for his work desk so you can chill with him at work

One time someone came in and was like "What's with the rat?"

And Zayne replied "That's an opossum and it's my girlfriend."

Thankfully his words were chalked up to overworked delirium

Zayne manages to capture a photo of you absolutely tearing into a macaron and has it framed and hung up in his office

Rafayel 🪸

Shrieks in surprise when he sees your fuzzy little form lounging in his bed

You explain your Evol to him via telepathy, causing him to whine about a headache for the rest of the day

He's not really a fan of land animals but... That monochrome coat... The pale pink snout... The void eyes... It's kind of inspiring him

He gets a designer belt bag to carry you around in

"Is that a fanny pack"

"It's a belt bag"

"Pretty sure that's a fanny pack"

"Girl, do you wanna sleep in it or not"

Feeds you cheetos under the table during his meetings with Thomas

Finds out some people do not appreciate your rat vibes, so he abuses it to keep people from talking to him at art exhibitions and similar events

Every single time someone asks about you, he makes up some new fake story

"I found it injured and nursed it back to health, now we're inseparable"

"It was my grandma's dying wish to take care of her beloved opossum"

"I got it from the shelter. It had three legs, but since I took such good care of it, the last leg grew back"

"It's a rescue but I like to say they rescued me."

"It's a service opossum, actually. No petting, please."

"My lover passed away in a tragic accident, but just one look into this opossum's eyes and I knew they came back to me reincarnated"

Sylus 🥀

Oh what a weird cat—Oh fuck!

Not sure what you're supposed to be at first

Looks up opossums on the internet, makes a concerned face and then insists you look nothing like one

"I was hit with an Evol yassification beam, dont @ me."

Next time you stop at the Onychinus base, he's already had a whole expansive enclosure commissioned for you

It also has a little diorama of Linkon in case you want to feel big

Which is something you never knew you wanted, so you get to pretend you're Opossumzilla in your miniature Linkon corner

Every other room at the base has a little bed for you to be a cozy opossum in

Mephisto's processor got fried after figuring out you're the critter that's been hogging his owner's lap lately, so you had to repair him

Sometimes you wake up to find some shiny trinket dropped on you, cause Mephisto decided to bestow a gift while you slept

Luke and Kieran like having you use telepathy on them, and then compete which of them can take it for longer

Sylus actually thinks the telepathy is very convenient and seems to have no issue with the headaches it causes

Sometimes has you sit on his lap during business meetings like an antagonist petting their evil cat

Caleb 🍎

When you discovered your Evol as a kid, the first thing you did was use it to prank Caleb

"You are the Chosen One."

"Do all Chosen Ones get approached by little rat creatures like you?"

"I don't know, are all Chosen Ones rude assholes like you?"

"Sorry, little guy, I can't be the Chosen One. I have to take care of my Buttercup."

Flustered by his sincere reply, you hit him with a "Yo mama."

"...What."

"Sorry that was a fucked up thing to say to an orphan."

You try to avoid the topic for about two weeks before fessing up.

"I thought the raccoon sounded like you! I was scared I might've eaten something bad..."

"I'm an opossum, you uncultured swine."

"Are you sure you're an opossum? You're way cuter than those things."

"Well I'm an Evol opossum so that's probably why."

Keeps worrying you'll eat something that's toxic to opossums

Turns out your Evol ignores that and treats your little opossum stomach like it's your human one

When you were about to turn back into a human, he threw his jacket on you and covered his eyes

Then he found out your clothes are unaffected by your transformation

This is disappointing to him, as he was hoping you'd just be naked

He thinks about that every time you transform, even all these years later

You like turning into your opossum form and raiding his pantry

He knows this and keeps your snacks stocked up for you

[cherryredstarz]

hiii :3 ! can i request a silly smut where the lads guys have the readers legs over their shoulders rearranging her guts then reader starts feeling a lil mischievous and grabs the guys hair with her toes (i hope i worded that properly, i thought about it the other day and ive been giggling about it ever since)

A/n: hehe I love this 😂

Cw: FEET 🦶, Nsfw smut, unconventional use of toes, this is disgusting I’m sorry (I’m not into feet), if you like Rafayel then brace yourself, i didn’t know what to write for Xavier other than that he’d prolly like it 😭 YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Caleb 🍎

Caleb is absolutely raw dogging you right now—your thighs thrown over his shoulders, in a mating press as he mercilessly pounds your gummy, cum filled hole. He’s been like this for hours, and you definitely can’t say you haven’t been enjoying it—he’s made you cum like, five times, and you’re feeling a little delirious.

“H-hey Caleeebbb—” your words are a skewed moan from the unrelenting pistoning of his hips.

“Yeah baby? You like this?” He grunts softly into your neck.

“Lookie..” your words slur again. His thrusting slows ever so slightly, and he watches you weakly wiggle your foot, before stroking his scalp with your toes. You clench your muscles, making them latch onto his messed up dark hair. Caleb laughs.

“Yeah, wanna play around Pipsqueak?” He returns to destroying your wet cunt, making you mewl and moan. The Colonel is absolutely used to your antics by now—he’s absolutely unbothered.

Sylus 🐦‍⬛

Sylus is lazily rubbing his dick against the wet slick of your cunt, his red eyes looking at you with a teasing yet adoring gaze. “Ready Sweetie?” He kisses your cheek. Your thighs are over his shoulders, marred with hickeys: a declaration of his devotion to you.

“Sy—!” You moan as he pushed in.

20 minutes of being fucked into a blissful state, the mushy fragments of your mind get an idea—you wiggle your feet, and managed to make your toes touch his hair, giving the white strands a tiny tug.

Sylus paused, and looked at you. “What was that?”

“M’ toes.” You giggle, practically delirious.

“Mn.” He murmurs, before grinning.

His thrusts become ravenous after that—totally into whatever you give him.

Rafayel 🐠

He’s pounding into you, whimpering and whining how badly he needs you. “Ngh—so good baby—m’ sorry—need you—”

Your beloved fishy is somewhat manic, crazily pounding away at your frothy hole—he’s already come three times and it still wasn’t enough. You moan into his chest, shifting your knee so your toes grab onto his purple curls. The Lemurian moaned lewdly, grabbing your foot and taking your toes into his mouth.

You gasp and squirm, trying to wiggle your foot away from his feverish grasp, but he just moves his tongue against your little appendages. “R-Raf—” you whine. It’s kinda disgusting, but you can’t deny the tingling in your belly.

“Yeah? You wanna mess around?” He moans, slamming into you. “M’ bride. Mine..”

Safe to say, Rafayel’s gonna tickle your toes any time he is presented the opportunity, from now on.

Zayne ❄️

The doctor is moaning into the plush of your skin, his hips bucking against your cunt, stuffing you full repeatedly. And then he feels it—someone’s toes touching his scalp. He’s a little confused, his furrowed expression relaxing as he looks at you, and your silly, blissful grin.

But he’s not opposed or grossed out—he’s a doctor, after all—it’s simply human anatomy. And it’s you, his girl.

He’d be damned if he let you being a goofball stop him from satiating you.

Xavier 👽

Oh, Xavier’s into it. In fact, he’d coo at you, telling you to tug harder with your toes. This man would find a way to do it while giving you backshots too; because he’s a cute little freak.