#lnds xavier

[sayangrafayel]

A sudden "I love you. You know that, right?" From you and their reactions.

How would they react if you suddenly say those words, especially when you're not someone who's very vocal about your feelings?

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb.

Sylus

"What was that, Sweetie? I didn't hear you. Can you repeat that?"

He would appreciate everything you offer him. Like, come on. He would cherish it and ask for you to say it over and over again.

He doesn't need to say it back, everything he does shows how much he loves you already. But he says it back either way.

Xavier

"I.. love you too. So much." More than you can imagine.

He literally starts to light up, like you can see small particles of light all around him. It lights up the room.

"Can you say it again, please?"

Rafayel

Gets taken aback. You guys usually exchange banters. Definitely gets caught off guard every time you counter his banters with an I love you.

"That is not fair!" His face gets all red.

Says I love you back in Lemurian. For him, it's basically an "I love you too." times a thousand.

Zayne

"What did you do this time?" "Nothing! I just want to say it. I love you, Zaynie." "...I love you too, I love you always."

He tried, emphasis on tried, to keep his stoic facade but you can see it in his eyes. It's a huge smile in Zayne's dictionary.

Coughs and tried to change the subject. He's shy.

Caleb

An immediate "I love you more!"

Ruffles your hair in hopes you would be busy fixing it and not notice his blush. But you did. Of course you did.

"And here I thought you hated me.. say it again? Again? Again? Again? Again? A-" "Caleeeb!" Now you're the one blushing.

[harmonyrae]

Itty Bitty Titty Love

Synopsis: You’ve always been insecure of your chest size. Even an ass man appreciates nice tits… What if you’re no longer attractive to them when they see you for the first time? The boys are VERY eager to put your worries to rest.

AN: As a member of the itty bitty titty committee myself and realizing I can embrace my free will as an author, I wrote this for my itty bitty girlies. Also, it’s just hot imaging the boys thumbing nipples like thumbsticks on a gamepad. Cover picture is Queen Zendaya btw :)

Content Warnings: Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel, Sylus all basically try to suck your soul out through your tits, a shit ton of nipple play, they do be worshiping ya body, angst, body insecurities, medical references, mentions of plastic surgery, alcohol, explicit language, 18+ MDNI Word Count: 9.1k

“Your fingernails are going to fall off if you keep biting them like that.”

Zayne’s voice snapped you back to the present. He hadn’t even looked up from the folder in his hand. You drop your hand from your mouth and stuff both hands into the front pocket of your hoodie. You continue picking at your nails now that Zayne can’t scrutinize your bad habit.

“Stop picking at your nails.”

How does he always know? You remove them from your pocket and fold your hands in your lap. You squeeze your hands as tightly as you can to distract yourself. Zayne has been your doctor for some time, check-ups were not new, but your relationship is. You had officially become Zayne’s girlfriend a few weeks ago and while things were going well, you had both decided to take things slow when it came to anything physical. Making out and sleeping in the same bed while holding onto each other was as far as you’d gone.

“Go ahead and change into a gown, please.”

Your breath caught in your throat, a subtle gasp echoing in through the small office. You straighten up and clear your throat trying to cover up your embarrassment. Zayne looks up at you before placing the folder on his desk. He walks over and places his hands on either side of your thighs on the examination table. His thumbs lightly stroking your thighs to stop your jittery legs from shaking. 

“My love, you’ve been anxious all morning. What’s wrong?”

Your heart melts at his nickname for you, he’s always telling you how much he adores you. And he can always tell when you’re upset. He doesn’t back down until you talk to him and he can help you work through the problem. 

“It’s just… I didn’t think we would have to do a full exam. Usually you just listen to my heart and do a quick EKG.”

“Yes, but the last echocardiogram and MRI was a year ago. We need to check for any changes.”

A year ago, Zayne had been at a conference and you had done those exams with another doctor. You remember feeling awkward then, exposed and uncomfortable. But your heart condition had to be monitored thoroughly or you’d be let go from the Association so you dealt with it. But now, with Zayne back you were feeling a wave of anxiety that was… different. 

“Do I have to put on the gown?” 

Zayne cocked his head, scanning your face in an attempt to understand your worries.

“If your bra has any wiring it will disrupt the tests and damage the machine. It is also optimal for the electrocardiogram so we can place more electrodes and get a clearer reading. And the gel we use for the echocardiogram would ruin the fabric.”

He explained everything so effortlessly. Even if you had worn a wireless bra, which of course you didn’t because you needed all the help you could get, you would still have to remove it for the other tests. You felt your heart pound and your stomach drop as you thought about Zayne seeing you topless. And it wasn’t the “excited and sexy” kind of nervousness. 

You are not well-endowed, you just aren’t. You know there is nothing wrong with it, but when it comes to intimacy you always wonder if you’re too small and he won’t be satisfied. And with how Zayne always ends up kissing your collarbone and any sliver of exposed skin on your chest during your make out sessions, you were more anxious than you’ve ever been.

“Oh… okay.” Your voice barely above a whisper. 

Zayne tilts your chin up to look at him. His thumb traces your jaw.

“I promise to stay professional, if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

You shake your head, the last thing you want him to think is you think he’d be unprofessional. 

“No, no… I’ll change, just… can I.. uhm…” 

Zayne catches on and straightens, slowly turning towards the door. 

“I’ll be back in 5 minutes, okay?”

You nod and watch him leave. You try to take a deep breath and your chest shakes. You finally stand and pull your hoodie over your head, folding it neatly before setting it on the chair next to the exam table. You turn to face the small mirror hung behind the door and reach behind to unclasp your bra. You tug the straps down and lift the padded cups away. As you fold your bra into as tiny a ball as possible, you stare at your bare chest. It’s not that your breasts were ugly, in fact, they were quite perky. Your rosy pink nipples hardening against the cool office air were… pretty? But no matter how many compliments you gave yourself, you still felt too small.

You sling the medical gown over your shoulders and tie the strings at the waist. After tucking your folded bra inside your hoodie, you sit back down on the exam table and wait for Zayne.

The door finally cracks open and you hear him call from outside the door.

“May I come in?”

You huff out a laugh and wrap your arms around yourself. 

“Yea, I’m ready.”

He enters with a small cart covered in a variety of machines. You recognize most of them. The wand of an ultrasound, the electrodes connected to wires neatly stacked by the monitor that would show the results. Zayne locks the wheels of the cart beside the table and motions for you to lie back. You hesitate and shift backwards slowly, finally settling back against the padded table, your hands still clenched around your waist. 

Zayne places a hand over yours and leans over to look down at you.

“It’ll be over before you know it, we’re not doing anything new.”

You give him a weak smile and watch him walk over to the small sink to wash his hands and put on gloves. He returns to your side and starts to undo the strings of the gown, your hands still somewhat in the way. As anxious as you are, you also notice how wet you’ve become. The thought of Zayne’s hands on your bare skin makes you clit throb. 

Just as he begins to pull the gown open you hear a muffled sob, you don’t even realize the sound came from your own mouth. Zayne immediately stops and moves to hover over your face, his gloved hands stroking your cheeks and wiping away tears - that you didn’t realize had started to fall. 

“This isn’t about the tests, is it? Please tell me what’s wrong. Please…”

His voice is gentle and you pinch your eyes closed, guilt washing over you. You should have talked to him about your insecurities sooner. You’re crying in his exam room, wasting his time with your emotions when he could be treating other patients. He takes hold of your hand and squeezes it gently. 

“For the moment, I’m not your doctor, I’m just Zayne. Tell me what’s going on, my love.”

You cover your face with your hand and take a deep breath knowing you have to get the words out quickly or you’ll crumble.

“I’ve always been self-conscious about my chest size. I barely have breasts and wear push up bras with padding to look normal but really I barely fill out an A cup. I know you like to kiss my chest and I feel like you’re going to be disappointed and I know this is a doctor's appointment and you’ll be professional but this is the first time you’re seeing my chest and I am embarrassed…” 

Your final words are a tad muffled as you struggle to get them out. You keep your eyes covered with your hand and let out a shaky breath. After a minute, Zayne pries your hand away and you open your eyes to look up at him. A gentle smile tugs at his lips and he holds onto both of your hands. He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I do love to kiss your chest. And I can’t wait to savor every inch of your skin. Your breasts are perfect because they’re a part of you.”

More tears stream down your face and your heart hammers inside your chest. You are undeniably wet and aching to be touched, but your first time with Zayne would not be in his exam room. Even if it does give you major Grey’s Anatomy vibes and there are plenty of scenes you’d love to recreate - Zayne the Derek to your Meredith. 

“Let me see you darling, please.”

His whisper sends chills down your spine and you move your hands way letting him open the gown. He settles his hands on your waist right below your ribcage. You keep your eyes locked on his face, your chest heaves and you feel your nipples tighten. Zayne drops his eyes and lets out a soft breathy moan. His eyes snap back to yours.

“Will you allow me to be ‘just Zayne’ for another moment?”

You nod slowly, your face and chest feeling hot under his gaze. You watch as he lowers his head and places a kiss to your collarbone. Your weeping cunt is pulsating with anticipation. His lips lower and he kisses the center of your chest between your breasts. You feel his hot breath fan across your chest making your shoulders tremble. His hand splays across your stomach, you realize he removed his gloves, his skin caressing yours leaves you gasping. 

Then you feel his wet lips capture your nipple and you groan, louder than you intended. You clasp your hand over your mouth, but Zayne doesn’t stop. His tongue flicks over your sensitive peak and you arch your back, pressing yourself closer to him. His hand glides from your stomach to your other breast, his thumb pressing onto your neglected nipple. He rolls his thumb in a circular motion, sending your nerves into a frenzy. 

He switches sides and sucks your nipple into his mouth. His hand switches as well, his nimble fingers rolling your swollen nipple between them. You feel the cold metal on the clasp of his badge brush against your skin bringing goosebumps to the surface in an instant.

“Zayne… mhm god…”

He moans against you and the vibrations against your chest make your head spin. You thread your fingers through his hair and tug. He kneads your breast, letting his hand press and rub.

“If you don’t - ahh - stop, I’m gonna… fuck Zayne…”

He finally releases your nipple with a wet pop. He lifts his head to meet your eyes and looks at you over his smudged glasses. His face flushed, a drop of sweat rolling down his temple.  

“Your breasts are beautiful and I can’t wait…”

He places a kiss on each of your nipples while rubbing his hands down your waist. You shiver and lean your head back on the table.

“...to continue this at home. But for now, I think you should get dressed and speak to reception about rescheduling this appointment.”

You lift your head quickly and stare at him with wide eyes.

“Wait… why?”

He rises and closes your gown. He offers his hand and you take it, helping you sit up.

“Because I don’t think I’ll get an accurate reading after… my examination.”

You giggle and lift your hands to his face, pulling him closer to you. He leans in and kisses you without hesitation. You’ll never forget this moment. Zayne desired your body as it was, itty bitty titties included.

You knew a second bowl of hot pot was a bad idea, but it was so delicious and the weather was so cold you didn’t care. You cuddle up next to Xavier as you tip the bowl back, slurping down the warm broth. Xavier chuckles as he lifts a napkin to your chin, catching a droplet before it stained your sweater. 

“Thanks.”

Your mouth is full of noodles and meat as you speak, only making Xavier laugh harder. He sets down his third bowl and wraps an arm around you. A gust of cold air whips your hair across your face. Xavier quickly tucks the strand behind your ear. Your cheeks, flushed from the cold wind and hot soup, now burn hotter under his gaze.

“Thank you for coming to find me tonight.”

You lean your head onto his shoulder. You feel him let out a deep breath. When Jenna told you he had gone missing after his meeting with her, you immediately started looking for him. You knew he was getting close to catching a write up, but didn’t expect it to happen so soon. When you found him in your favorite spot, your heart broke.

The place where Xavier asked you to officially be his girlfriend a little over two weeks ago. An old bench on top of a hill that overlooked the entirety of Linkon - or almost all of it. The city lights glow and the stars shimmer against the dark indigo sky. During the spring the hill is covered in flowers, the grass a vibrant green in the summer months, in autumn crisp colorful leaves and when winter comes children love to use the steep slope to sled. You’d watched a whole year pass on this bench, talking with Xavier about anything and everything. And when he finally asked you to be his, you didn’t hesitate, pulling him into a kiss you’ve craved since you met him.

But tonight, you sat with him until the moon had fully risen. He told you about the meeting with Jenna. She had written him up for being reckless on his last mission. He had used himself as bait for the Wanderer and gotten himself badly injured. She had given him countless warnings, but finally had to put something in writing. You held his hand as he sat in silence.

“I know she had to, I’m not upset.”

You nodded, but you knew he was frustrated and embarrassed. He had once led a whole crew, held a position of authority, and been the one to hand out punishments. And now, he was receiving them. You knew he could have been promoted multiple times, but he always turned it down. He enjoyed the daily grind of fighting Wanderers. And he loved being your partner. 

Eventually, you heard his stomach growl. You dragged him down the hill to your bike and went to your favorite hot pot restaurant. It was just before closing so the owner offered to serve you as long as you sat outside so they could start cleaning the sitting area. And even though it was cold, you both agreed quickly, your hunger winning out over your comfort. Now you were sitting back, cuddled up next to Xavier with a full belly and wanted nothing more than to curl up with him on the couch for the rest of the night.

The drive home was slow, the road to your apartment complex was getting work done so you had to wait an extra 20 minutes waiting for a path to clear. Xavier had rested his head against your back, his hands wrapped around your waist. During the wait, he had shifted his hands to your hips. When he started rubbing circles into your lower back with his thumbs, you felt your heart skip. He shifted his hands under your sweater to touch your skin, continuing his massage. When he started to move his hands around to your stomach you stiffened. 

“I’m sorry…”

His voice was soft, barely audible through his helmet. You shook your head.

“No no, just unexpected is all.” He resumed rubbing his fingers along your skin, leaving goosebumps behind. 

By the time you had parked at your apartment, his hands had trailed down to your waistband caressing your stomach and dipping down to rub your inner thighs. You parked your bike and leaned back against him, letting out a sigh that fogged up your visor. You heard him chuckle behind you.

“Do you want to come up to my place?”

His voice had an edge to it, something dark and dangerously sexy. You nodded and you both dismounted and removed your helmets before heading into the building. While you were excited, you also felt a twinge of anxiety. Would this just be your usual make-out or did he want something more? And if he wanted something more… would he be disappointed in your body?

You’ve toyed around with the idea of a breast enhancement for years. You were barely 18 when you asked your grandma about it. She had shut down the idea immediately, telling you to wait until you were 25 and reconsider. You just felt so disproportionate, opting to wear baggy clothes. While you enjoyed being comfortable, you always felt like you were hiding.

Now, Xavier was holding your waist closely while the elevator made its slow ascent to his floor. You leaned back against him, his hands trailing lower, pulling your hips back against his groin. You grinded against him instinctively, your mind going blank as you felt his erection press against your ass. He groaned softly in your ear and kissed your neck.

The elevator door opened and Xavier raced forward, pulling you along by your wrist. You giggle as you stumble forward following him to his apartment door. He presses his thumb down and swings the door open dragging you inside. 

Once you were inside, his hands went to work removing your layers. Your thick winter coat falling to the floor behind you, your scarf, your gloves. You tug at his hoodie, watching him pull it over his head to reveal his firm torso, his abs tensing as his breathing becomes more labored. He kept kissing your lips, your neck, your hands - any skin he could reach. 

You collapse onto the couch with him, he crawls over you, settling between your thighs. His hands knead the flesh of your hips, your pants slipping down slightly to grant him more access to your bare skin. His hands start to move upwards towards the hem of your sweater and just as he slips beneath the thick fabric you gasp into his mouth. Your hand flying down from where you had been gripping his shoulder to stop him.

He jumps at your sudden movement, his hand frozen in place. He looks at you, his eyes hazy with lust. 

“I’m sorry, I thought… we’ll stop?”

His voice was gentle, but you could tell he was barely holding back… his kisses had been so intense. You stare at him with wide eyes, your fingers digging into his neck. You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. 

He takes hold of your chin, sitting up on his knee. His gaze sends a burst of heat straight to your core. You wanted him so damn badly, but your stomach kept doing backflips. You were so uncertain how he would react to your body, would he act like he loved it but secretly be disappointed?

“Are you okay? Did I go too far?”

The concern in his voice makes you nearly choke on a sob. You shake your head furiously.

“No, not at all! I… uhm…”

“What is it, baby?”

You often rely on sarcasm and brush off delicate topics because you’d rather crawl in a hole than feel weak. So you take a deep breath and brace yourself.

“I just feel like I should warn you, I’m part of a committee.”

Xavier stares at you, his brows furrow. He leans over, resting his side against the back of the couch. He keeps one hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“The itty bitty titty committee. I have no tits basically and I think you’ll be disappointed, but I’m going to get a boob job in a few years once I’ve saved up enough so maybe –”

Before you can continue, Xavier clasps a hand over your mouth. He leans in close, his knee pressing against your core making you shiver. 

“I can promise you, I won’t be disappointed.”

You give him a look, a “sure, okay” look. He scoffs and proceeds to lift the hem of your sweater slowly. He presses his mouth to your ear, giving your earlobe a nibble.

“I think I should take a look. Decide for myself, yea?”

He lifts his hand from your mouth and looks at you, he waits for you to give him the go ahead. With a subtle nod, he lifts you up, his hands diving under the back of your sweater. He swiftly unhooks your bra and pulls it out from under your sweater, tossing it onto his coffee table. He lets you fall back down onto the couch before he lifts the front of your sweater and sticks his head underneath. 

“Xavier!”

You gasp and barely have time to register what’s happening when you feel it, his tongue pressed flat against your nipple. Your hips buck and you grind against the growing bulge in his pants. He groans as he sucks your nipple into his mouth. He sucks and licks and rolls his tongue over the sensitive peak. His other hand reaches under to pinch your other nipple. 

You’re not sure why you expected him to be gentle. It felt like he was trying to suck your soul out of your breast and when he grazed his teeth against the tender flesh you nearly screamed. He nibbled and damn near made out with your breast. Without warning he switched sides, giving your other nipple the same treatment. 

“Oh oh oh ooohhh fuck…”

You were rolling your hips against him while arching your back trying to trap his mouth against your chest. He started squeezing your breasts, making your nipples strain and tighten even more. He opened his mouth even wider and licked your breast up and down, changing sides over and over and over. Your head was pressed so far into the cushion your neck was starting to ache. 

“Xav pleasepleaseplease oh god uh fuck ahh…”

He finally pulled his head out from under your sweater. He wasted no time lifting your sweater right off of your body, rolling it up and tucking it under your hips. He starts to unbutton your pants, but slows to lean forward and capture your nipple again with his mouth.

“Xavier god ahh..”

He mumbles against your breast, letting his lips drag across each peak as he switches sides as he speaks, never leaving your chest alone for a moment.

“Do you want more, baby girl?”

You tug at his hair forcing him to look up at you, his face flushed and sweat coating his chest.

“God yes… please Xav, please…”

He grins as he leans down and places gentle kisses to the center of your chest. He continues to work your pants off of you.

“Your tits are delicious honey, don’t you dare change a thing.”

You close your eyes and hold on for dear life as Xavier takes you for the first time. Your tiny titties were nothing to be ashamed of, in fact, he loved them. Now what to do with all that money you saved up for that surgery?

“If you don’t get your cute ass down here I’ll have to restart the movie and I’m already wet!”

Rafayel’s voice rings through the house. His tone was serious, but playful as ever. You knew he would restart the movie without complaints, he was just impatient. You stare at yourself in the mirror, pushing your breasts together, trying to retie your bikini top to make them appear larger, but nothing is working. 

You sigh and grab hold of the sink. You take a deep breath trying to calm your nerves. When Rafayel suggested a movie night you were all for it. He had painted a portrait of a famous director's dog so he sent Rafayel a copy of his upcoming film. Getting a sneak peak at what is sure to be this fall’s most popular movie was enticing. But then Rafayel suggested making it a movie night by the pool. He had an outdoor screen and the old fashioned lights strung above the infinity pool would surely make the night magical. But as soon as he suggested it, your heart sank. He was so excited, so you didn’t refuse, but all day you’d been tense thinking about what you’d wear.

Your bright blue bikini was your favorite, simple but comfortable. The triangle top on most girls would probably not cover much, but for you it was relatively modest. Usually, you didn’t care what people thought. If you went to the beach, you wore your bikini and had a great time, end of story. But when it came to Rafayel, you suddenly felt… exposed and… lacking. 

When Rafayel asked you to be his girlfriend you didn’t even let him finish the question before jumping into his arms screaming yes. You had actually knocked him over, both of you falling into the fountain outside the aquarium. You spent 5 minutes laughing and just sat there. He held onto you, like he was afraid you’d drift away the moment you stood up. 

It hadn’t even been a week and the amount of times you had almost thrown caution to the wind and dropped to your knees just to get a taste… Yeah, this is concerning. And you can tell Rafayel is feeling the same way, the way he holds onto you and kisses your neck. He wants to leave his mark and make sure everyone can see it. The various hickeys on your neck and shoulders were more than enough to send a clear message to your coworkers and friends.

You both had been dancing around the conversation of being intimate. You wanted it to be natural, but you also felt so self-conscious you weren’t sure you’d ever be ready. Maybe you can just tell him you love doggy and he won’t have to see your chest? But every time you tried to turn around in bed he would hold you tighter, wanting to face you and feel your cheek against his chest. 

You grabbed one of Rafayel’s t-shirts out of his dresser and tugged it on. You knotted the excess fabric at the hip, but kept the chest loose. You swept your hair into a messy bun on the top of your head and jogged down the stairs and towards the backyard. 

You could hear the ocean from his yard, the constant crashing of the waves against the shore had become your favorite sound - besides Rafayel’s singing. You could hear him humming to himself while he prepared mixed drinks at the bar next to the pool. His swim trunks were fitted, showing off his adorable ass and leaving nothing to the imagination. You could feel your core start to pulse. 

You cross your arms over your chest and approach the bar, silently slipping onto one of the bar stools. You clear your throat dramatically.

“Bartender! I’d like to order please!”

Rafayel jumped and clicked his tongue as he turned around.

“That’s not funny! I could have dropped a glass.”

His pout made your smile hurt your cheeks. He strolled over and placed a hurricane glass in front of you. The glass is lightly frosted from the blended drink. Bright blue slushy at the bottom with a yellow layer on top, a slice of pineapple on the rim next to a straw. 

“A Rafayel special. I just had leftover stuff from the party last weekend, so this is… uhh… unique. It’s basically a Blue Hawaiian on the bottom with a Pina Colada on top. All made with Rum, so we are not mixing liquors. Learned the hard way about that one…” 

You lean forward and take a sip, the sweet and sour combo makes your lips pucker and eyes squeeze shut. When you open your eyes, you see Rafayel staring at you, waiting for a verdict.

“It’s sour, I like it! What will you call it?”

He tilts his head, lifting his hand to his chin. You let your eyes drift while he is distracted, his broad shoulders tapering down to a tight waist. His abs defined and glistening with water, you guess he had already jumped in, maybe to test the temperature? You sigh and when you return your eyes to his face, you see he is looking at you with a smug grin.

“You’re staring, cutie.”

You scoff and take another sip of your drink, the sour aftertaste hits you like a brick. You shake your head and hop off the bar stool, taking your drink with you as you walk around the edge of the pool. You hear Rafayel following you. 

“So you have the movie ready?”

Rafayel hums and plants his hands on your hips. You lean back against him and breathe in his sweet scent, he always smelled like the ocean in the best way. It made your head spin. You feel him take your drink from your hand and set it on a nearby table. You close your eyes and sway with him. Unfortunately, you picked the wrong moment to trust him. He wrapped an arm around your waist and lunged into the pool dragging you with him. 

He’s lucky the water is warm or you’d have slapped him silly. You wiggle against his grasp, the water dragging you down. But just as quickly as you sank to the bottom, you are being pulled to the surface. You slap Rafayel’s arm as you surface, spinning around to splash him.

“Rafayel! You little shit!”

Rafayel laughs and splashes water back at you. He finally grabs your waist and pulls you back to him, his lips finding yours in an instant. You taste Rum on his lips, he always did prefer to drink it straight, only opting to drink “pretty drinks” when he was with you. The spicy undertones linger as he dips his tongue into your mouth. You moan as his tongue tangles with yours. He sucks your tongue into his mouth as his hands reach down to position your thighs around his waist. 

You’re nearly delirious when you finally pull back, his mouth moving to your neck while you catch your breath. 

“Did you even put the movie in? Or are you - fuck… are you —”

He cuts you off by kissing you once more. He pulls back just enough to mumble against your mouth.

“We can watch the movie, if you want. Or we can… make one ourselves?”

You let out a loud moan as he bites your lower lip. His hands move to palm your ass before tucking his fingers under your shirt, pulling up slowly. You pull back, tearing your mouth away, and reach for his hands. His eyes are full of surprise which slowly morphs into fear.

“What happened? What did I do?”

You shake your head, holding his face in your hands. 

“Nothing, you didn’t do anything, I’m sorry.”

You remove your legs from around his waist and he reluctantly lets go of your hips. You swim to the edge and hoist yourself up to sit with your legs in the water. You immediately tug on your shirt so it won’t cling to your body. Rafayel swims over and stands up, the water only to his stomach, he crosses his arms and rests his forearms on your knees. 

“What’s up cutie? What happened there?”

You try to laugh it off and pinch his cheek playfully.

“I told you, it’s nothing. I just… I was surprised, that’s all.”

His nose scrunches up and he tilts his head.

“It’s a surprise I want my hands all over you? We’ve been like this all week, what changed tonight? Something definitely changed.”

He’s right. All week if you weren’t kissing him, you were hugging him, if you weren’t hugging him you were holding his hand, if you weren’t holding his hand you were touching him in some way. And he was doing the exact same to you. The only difference was how exposed you were, how little clothing you had on. You were afraid, afraid he wouldn’t be as attracted to you once he saw how small your breasts were. Although you believe he is an ass man, his hands always found a way to hold onto you there, you still felt inadequate. 

He tapped your forehead and you looked up, blinking at him slowly.

“You’re thinking about it, but not saying it. Out with it, beautiful.”

He leans on your legs, his face inches from your own. He has the faintest hint of a pout and you hate how easily you fold for that little lip. Your fiddle with your fingers, uncertain what to do with your hands. Finally you sigh and meet his eye.

“I don’t have much going on… with my chest. It’s like I never went through puberty or something cause I just… I don’t have… I don’t want you to be disappointed.” 

You feel your cheeks burn and you lift your hands to cover your face. When you feel the pressure of Rafayel’s arms on your legs disappear your stomach drops. Then you feel his hands around your wrists, slowly pulling your hands away. You keep your eyes cast downwards and shift uncomfortably on the tile beneath you. 

“Cutie?”

His gentle voice warms you from the inside out and you look up at him. His beautiful smile is contagious and you feel the corners of your mouth tip upwards. You huff out a laugh, trying to calm your racing heart. 

“I have never, can never, will never be disappointed in you. Your body makes me…”

He pauses, his hands sliding up your thighs. You instinctively spread your legs for him to slide his waist between them. 

“It makes me… fuck… I feel like I’m on fire. I just want to hold you and touch you…”

His hands continue up your thighs to your hips, his fingers gently lifting the hem of his shirt away from you. He caresses the skin of your stomach, and you’re thankful you're already wet from the pool because your cunt is practically weeping for him.

“Take this off, I want to see you.”

You hesitate for a moment, but finally lift your hands to undo the knot at your waist. You tug at the shirt and pull it over your head, the fabric heavy with water. You drop the shirt to the ground, and round your shoulders, you don’t even realize you’re pushing your breasts together in an attempt to plump them up. When Rafayel grabs your shoulders you practically yelp and look up at him, confused. 

“Don’t do that. Don’t push them together.”

You close your eyes and roll your shoulders back, relaxing them and force yourself to stay still. 

“That’s my job.”

His voice was deeper, a rasp to it that caught you by surprise, just like his hands which cupped your breasts and squeezed them. You lurch forward and gasp. You’re uncertain if you are surprised or angry, but as he begins to flex his hand pushing his palms harder against your nipples you can’t remember. 

“Raf…”

He drops his hands and leans in, kissing your neck. 

“May I?” 

His hands travel up your back and he fiddles with the strings of your top. Your chest rises and falls faster as his eyes stay locked on yours. You nod and lift your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. You can feel him untie your top, both at your back and behind your neck. Your body is pressed against his, his hand snakes up your stomach to grab a hold of the fabric and rip it away from your body. The feeling of your tense nipples pressed against his bare chest sends another shockwave through your body. 

He shifts his mouth, kissing your jaw, your neck, your shoulders - his hot mouth leaving a trail of saliva behind as he tastes every inch of your skin. One of his hands lifts and squeezes your breast, lifting it to his mouth. His teeth roll your nipple between them, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make you press your hips forward suddenly. With your core pressed against his stomach, he holds you up with a hand to your back, his other hand squeezes and tugs at your breasts lining it up perfectly with his mouth. 

You arch your back, your hands rake through his hair and down the back of his neck. He moans as your nails start to dig in. He bites down a little harder and you cry out.

“Fuck fuck ahh fuck Rafayel I… please…”

As he repositions and shifts to massage your neglected breast, he whispers against your skin.

“Fuck… you’re so sensitive. How does this feel?”

He flicks his tongue over your nipple over and over and over and you whimper as your eyes roll back. You’ve never realized how sensitive your nipples were. How just the slightest touch was sending you into a frenzy. Maybe it’s because you were so worried about your size that you just never let anyone touch you this way. But right now, you were convinced he could make you come without even touching your pussy. 

“Please don’t stop, fuuuuck, do that faster…”

He closes his mouth around you and sucks, his tongue never stopping. He no longer needed to hold your breast to his mouth as you were arching into him. He dropped his hand to your core, putting pressure on your clit through your bikini bottoms. You rolled your hips and spread your legs wider, desperate for him to do more. But instead of doing more, he pulled back, releasing your breast and putting less pressure on your throbbing clit. You whimper again, dropping your head to look at him. His smile was wider than ever.

“You are… so goddamn beautiful. Your moans nearly made me lose my mind…”

You feel your cheeks warm. You play with the hair at the nape of his neck, letting your fingernails lightly scratch his skin. He shivers and tucks his hands under your ass, lifting you and pulling you into the pool with him. He lowers himself into the water with you, your legs wrapped around him once more. His arms holding you flush against him. 

“Your body is my sanctuary, never forget that, okay?”

You nod, resting your forehead against his. He didn’t see your body in parts, he saw it as a whole and he was obsessed with every single inch. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in you. And he did, until you were sure you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.

Why oh why did you agree to go with Sylus to this gala? You already stuck out like a sore thumb in his world, but this? This is torture. 

Sylus made light conversation with the seamstress as she took his measurements for a new custom suit. You couldn’t help but notice how she touched him, her hand lingering longer than it needed to. When she took his waist measurement he made a joke and she put a hand on his fucking chest. You had bit your lip so hard you could taste blood. And now she was leaning close to him asking irrelevant questions when she should have scurried back to her desk. The gala was in two days and she was standing there talking about wine? You shift uncomfortably on the plush sofa. You just wanted to go home.

The seamstress eyed you for a moment, her eyes trailing down your body. That look, you were becoming quite used to it. Being the woman on Sylus’s arm brought you a lot of unwanted attention and judgment. 

You straightened your leather jacket, checking the zippers to make sure they were fastened properly. It was unbearably hot in the boutique, but you didn’t want to take off your jacket. Sylus had surprised you after you got off work, picking you up for dinner and, apparently, shopping for the gala. If you had known, you would have worn your good bra and a shirt that highlighted your waist and distracted from your smaller than average chest.

You’d learned all the tricks of the trade by now. Spending money on a good push-up bra was better than stuffing a mediocre one and risking tissues falling out. You only ever cared when it came to dating, at work you wore a basic sports bra or bralette. Wanderers don’t care that you have tiny titties, they just have to die. 

Before Sylus had started getting serious about his intentions with you, you didn’t care how you looked for him either. But after a few months of joining him as “security” for his deals or him tagging along on a mission, you had fallen so hard for him it was damn near painful. You still remember the day, about 3 weeks ago, when you finally asked him to date officially. You kept waiting for him to ask you, but eventually you got impatient and asked him. His smile was radiant that day and honestly every day since. 

You had agreed to take things slow and try to figure out a plan for your relationship first before getting physical.. His position and your job made things… complicated. But you couldn’t deny the fact you found it pretty hot that you were hiding it. You were enjoying the time you had with him, where no one from your world was judging him. Sadly, you couldn’t escape everyone in his world judging you.

“Sweetie? Did you hear me?”

Sylus’s voice breaks through the white noise in your head and you blink at him. He chuckles and sits down next to you. He leans back and wraps his arm around your shoulder. 

“I said now it’s your turn.”

You tense, your eyes snapping to the seamstress. She looked at you expectantly, her hand on her hip and her lips set in a crooked smirk. You couldn’t help but let your eyes fall down her body. Her voluptuous hips and, god, she had a nice rack. She had that hourglass figure that you’d only ever dreamed of. You could see it now, she wraps the measuring tape around your chest and chuckles under her breath. She’d probably mutter something like “Is that all there is?” and you’d want to crawl in a hole.

“Oh, I don’t need to, I have something.”

Sylus raises a brow in surprise. He sits up and leans closer to you, resting his arm on his knees. You cross your arms over your chest and smile innocently. 

“This is a black tie event, kitten. Is it a floor length gown?”

You bite your lip. You definitely did not have a floor length gown. When would you ever need a floor length gown? Well right now, that’s when. You feel your cheeks warm as you glance between Sylus and the seamstress. 

“I’ll circle back in a few minutes and see if she’s ready then.”

That voice is so sickeningly sweet, too sweet, she’s laying it on thick. All “I’m happy to help” and “let me know what you need” and all that bullshit. You cringe and watch her leave. 

“If you don’t want your measurements taken, then you can just try on some dresses.”

You turn to face him and fight to keep your emotions hidden. You did not want to try on anything here. They’d have nothing for you and it would be too expensive.

“We really don’t have to do this, I can make what I have work. Don’t worry. How about we head back to the base? I bet Luke and Kieran are still trying to figure out that puzzle box we got them.”

Sylus leans in further, his nose brushing yours. He takes your chin in his hand.

“I can always tell when you’re lying, sweetie. Care to try that again?”

You scoff and try to pull your face out of his grasp, but he holds firm. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You feign ignorance once again and Sylus chuckles. It’s a deep chuckle, laced with something almost sinister. While you were trying to figure out what he's thinking he grabs onto your waist and lifts you, dragging you over to straddle his lap. You squeal and try to push back to stand up, but Sylus’s grip is too strong.

“Sylus! This isn’t appropriate!” 

Sylus pulls you forward. Your hands press against his chest as you fall onto him. He nuzzles his face into your neck, placing soft kisses behind your ear. You stop resisting for a moment and close your eyes, enjoying the affection. But when you open your eyes, you spot the busty seamstress glaring at you. Green really isn’t her color.

“Sylus, stop, this isn’t –”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

He runs his hands over your thighs and you hold your breath. When he squeezes your ass your composure crumbles. You slap his chest and push back, you’re sure your face is on fire with how it’s burning. 

“Little miss perfect body is staring and I just want to go home, okay? Just let me go!”

Sylus leans back to look you in the eye. He scans your face, trying to figure out where this outburst came from. 

“Little miss perfect body?” He repeats your words slowly. 

Your temper was reaching a boiling point. You were overheated in your jacket, the seamstress was staring daggers at you, Sylus’s hands on your body was making your head swim and you wanted nothing more than for him to touch you and hold you. You were overwhelmed and were seconds away from running out of the boutique without Sylus.

“Round ass, perfect tits, tiny waist. Can fit into any dress she wants and fill it out perfectly?”

Sylus stares at you with wide eyes. His mouth hangs open, but he says nothing.

“You know, the kind of woman people expect to be hanging off your arm? Not someone like me who can never find a dress that fits both my hips and chest because I was blessed with thick thighs but tiny tits and I can afford alterations for every dress I buy, so I just don’t bother.”

You couldn’t stop your rant. You tried to keep your voice steady and avoid yelling, but your heart was pounding and you felt that familiar sting in the back of your throat. You’d rather die than cry in the middle of a high end boutique.

“I don’t have anything to wear to the damn gala and I don’t want that bitchy seamstress to take my measurements and mock my fucking chest size. I want to leave, please Sylus.”

Sylus doesn’t hesitate to lift you off of his lap, helping you stand up. You straighten your jacket and grab your bag off the floor. You rush to the door and fling it open. Sylus thanks the seamstress and follows you out. You reach his bike and get in the driver seat. Sylus doesn’t say a thing and just hands you the keys once you finish securing your helmet. He climbs on the back and wraps his arms around you as you take off. 

You’re sure you broke several laws trying to get to the Onychinus base, but you didn’t care. You wanted to crawl into your bed and cry. As soon as you parked Sylus’s bike and yanked off your helmet, you stalked into the mansion heading straight for your room. But before you could turn to walk down the hallway leading to your room, you felt your feet lift off the ground. You were tossed over Sylus’s shoulder, his arm holding your legs.

“Sylus! Put me down! Now!”

Sylus remained silent as he carried you through the mansion, he went straight for his room and you felt your stomach twist. You pounded on his back and kept shouting for him to put you down. Which he didn’t do until you were in his room with the door closed. You stumble as you regain your balance. He holds your shoulders as he looks down at you. 

“You’re not leaving until you talk to me.”

You cross your arms and you know you’re pouting, but you just don’t care. He leans down to be at eye-level with you. 

“Sweetie, please. Do you really feel this way about your body?”

Tears well up and you can’t blink them away fast enough, they spill over and roll down your cheeks. You bite your lip and stare at your feet. Sylus moves his hands from your shoulders to your face, his palms warming your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away your tears. 

“My chest is too small, my hips are too big, I don’t fit… I don’t fit in here… with you. Everyone at these galas or auctions are stunning and their bodies are so gorgeous, I don’t –”

He cuts you off, his voice has a sharp edge.

“If you think I look at any other woman… Why would I trade a diamond for a lump of coal?”

You stare at him, eyes wide, your mind reeling. Sylus trails his hands down your neck, to your shoulders before settling on your waist.

“Your body is the only thing I truly crave in this world. More than money or gems. Every moment I am with you is pure bliss. You are my world and you are not going to speak about your body like this. Not anymore.”

You gasp and take a deep breath, your bottom lip still quivering. Sylus reaches for the zippers of your jacket and you tense.

“Let me prove to you that your body deserves to be worshiped.”

You feel a heat course through your veins. 

“Okay.”

He unzips your jacket and circles behind you to tug at the sleeves. He tosses your jacket on the couch and proceeds to lift your tank top. You stand before him in one of your tried and true bralettes, nothing fancy and definitely not supportive, but the lace feels nice. His fingers trace over the delicate pattern sending shivers down your spine. He tucks his fingers under the hem and you raise your arms for him to remove it.

When you’re finally standing in front of him, your chest bare, he takes your hand and pulls you over to the bed. He sits on the edge and holds you in front of him. He places his hands over your ribcage, his thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts. You rest your hands on his forearms, taking a deep breath. 

“Close your eyes.”

You stare at him and open your mouth to argue, but he gives you a warning look. You close your eyes and try to relax your body, but not knowing what he is going to do is making you more anxious and tense. Your forehead starts to hurt from pinching your brows together and you start to wonder if you should have taken some pain relief before starting this… whatever this is… but then Sylus’s mouth presses against your skin. You gasp and grip his arms tighter. He places gentle kisses to the center of your chest, inching closer to your nipples with each kiss. He kisses around your nipple, his nose rubbing against the sensitive flesh making your knees buckle. He leans back and you open your eyes and look down at him, his smile is breathtaking. 

“Turn around.”

You obey instantly, turning around and letting him guide you to sit on his lap. He holds onto your waist as he shifts backwards onto the bed. He settles you between his legs and you lean back against his chest. He places kisses to your neck, sucking and nibbling along the way. His hands rubbing your stomach before he lifts them to fully cup your breasts. 

“Lean your head back and keep your eyes closed for me, angel.”

You do as you’re told, the feeling of his palms pressing against your nipples sending jolts of electricity straight to your clit. You rest your head against him and take slow and steady breaths. His hands shift and you’re about to whine, but then you feel his fingertips press against your nipples. You gasp and push your chest out, his fingers start to move more rapidly, massaging your nipples faster and faster. Rolling the tight buds in circles and occasionally flicking them with his fingernail. You arch your back and moan.

“Ahh… Sy fuck –”

He changes his pace, on one side he pinches and twists while the other he continues to massage and roll and flick. He dips his head down to place kisses to your neck. He switches back and forth over and over, his kisses getting messier as you wiggle against him in ecstasy. He finally sinks his teeth into the side of your neck, the combination of pleasure and pain pushes you over an edge. You reach your hands back and grab onto the back of Sylus’s neck. You can’t catch your breath, his fingers moving at a relentless pace making your nipples tender and swollen. 

“Sylus - ngh - so sensitive ahh…”

He stops suddenly and you sigh, but then he lifts you and stands. He sits you down on the bed and crawls on top of you, you inch backwards on the bed until he grabs your hips to stop you. He sucks one of your nipples into his mouth and you grunt, the bud already overworked. You fist his sweater and tug, you feel the vibration of his laugh against your skin. He releases you for a moment to remove it, his bare chest rests on your stomach. His mouth continues to suck and lick at your nipples, the skin surrounding them and all along the space between. You glance down for just a moment to see your chest littered with marks. You roll your hips and Sylus groans. He hauls himself up and settles his elbows beside your head, his bare chest colliding with yours. 

“You deserve to be worshiped, ravaged, feasted upon…”

He captures your lips with his and kisses you hard, his tongue slipping through your lips in an instant. His warmth seeps through you. You feel like you’re wrapped in a safety blanket. 

“I am more than happy to remind you of that every day, until the end of time if I have to.”

You let out a strangled gasp, a tear slipping down your cheek. He kisses the tear away and presses more gentle kisses all over your face. You know you’ll still have days where you feel self-conscious, but you believe Sylus. He won’t let you forget how precious and desirable you are to him. And you can’t wait to watch him prove it every day, until the end of time.

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SOMEONE ELSE (a FICTIONAL character) IS LIVING MY DREAM! THAT SHOULD BE ME!

SHES GETTING THAT DICK EVERYDAY😭😭😭😭🫵🏽. SHES GETTING THAT DICK EVERYDAY SHES GETTING THAT DICK EVEYRDYA DHES GTTEING THAT DICK EVERYDAY SHES GETTING THAG

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L&DS SMAU:

♥︎—calling them by a funny/weird name

♡—pairings: xavier x you, zayne x you, rafayel x you, sylus x you (SORRY THERES NO CALEB IDK ABT HIM MUCH😭😍)

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MC texting Xavier late at night: What are you doing?

Xavier: Lying in bed, wondering if it's worth it to get up and pee

[chaos-in-deepspace]

Pussy Xavier: 7 Days Series (Day 1: Fingering)

Today is officially Pussy Xavier day, I have one more (shorter) piece to post after this, and then I'll just be posting this series as I finish writing the parts. Everything is fully outlined so it'll be pretty easy for me to write. Have fun fingering your boyfriend!

Warnings: Fingering, First Time Orgasm, Masturbation, Explanation on Masturbation, Cute Xavier Hours Synopsis: Xavier wakes up early morning. He's still not used to his new anatomy, let alone the strange wet feeling between his legs. He attempts to quell it, but after getting frustrated and failing, you wake up and step in to show him how it's done. Word Count: 4.8k

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

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Day 1: Fingering

One thing Xavier noticed after living with you for all these months, it was the fact that he no longer needed an alarm clock in order to wake up. Instead he had a fluff ball who liked to lick his face early morning, the dry tongue against his cheek was the first signal it was time to get up. The second sign was the meowing, which started up shortly after the licking began. It was like a personal alarm clock, and for some reason, Pancake seemed to enjoy waking Xavier up now and days for her meals.

Xavier groaned when he felt the tongue licking at his cheek, and the soft meowing that would no doubt grow in volume if he didn’t heed the call. He sighed as his eyes opened up and he noticed the room was still basked in darkness. He looked at the alarm clock next to him and could see it was only five in the morning. Far too early to be dealing with a needy cat, but he does suppose the fed Pancake a bit early last night.

He let out a gentle sigh as he sat up and felt Pancake shifting on his lap now. Pancake let out a higher pitched, pleased meow that he was awake as he scooped up the little tortoiseshell cat into his arms. “Shhhh, don’t wake them up.” Xavier whispered as he got off the bed.

He could barely see in the dark, and he didn’t want to turn on the lights and rouse you from your sleep. You looked far too peaceful, clutching onto one of the bun plushies the two of you had gotten together. He made his way out of the room, almost slamming his face right into the door frame as he was still trying to wake up. Pancake let out a small chirp like noise at this, not wanting Xavier to accidentally drop her in his way to the kitchen.

As soon as he left the room, he gently shut the door closed and blindly stumbled into the kitchen until he was reaching for the light switch. It burned his eyes for a second as he tried adjusting to the light and placing Pancake down onto the counter. Pancake was already purring and rubbing against Xavier as he worked on getting her food out.

The moment Pancake had food in her bowl she was quiet. She’d be content for a while, most likely. Xavier expected her to go over to her cat tree and play around on it for a little while until she tires out and falls asleep on the top. It was one of the things he appreciated about the small animal. Once she was fed, she’d be willing to let him get a bit more rest until you were waking him up to get ready for work.

Xavier turned off the kitchen light, knowing the cat didn’t need it to see its food bowl, and decided to go back to sleep. He stopped by the bathroom first and didn’t even bother flicking the light switch on over there, knowing the layout of the restroom like the back of his hand.

It wasn’t until he was pulling down his pants and going to grab himself that he noticed something. There was nothing to grab, and the memories of last night seemed to wash over him. He still felt that edge of anxiety in his stomach that he hated, pushing it to the side as he sat down. As soon as he was done he was making his way back out of the bathroom and to your embrace.

He plopped down on the bed next to you and curled into the pillows. He resisted the urge to grab you and drag him closer, worried that it would wake you up. If you were awake, then he might have to officially start his day, and he didn’t want that. Not right now. He could at least forget his troubles if he was fast asleep, right?

Sadly sleep was refusing him, just like how it had earlier in the night. Having a new addition to his anatomy meant he was now hyper aware of it. Far too aware of the wetness that was now between his thighs as he tried to close them a bit tighter. He recalled you discussing how it was normal to randomly get wet between your legs, however he still wasn’t sure if he could tell the difference between normal and turned on.

The only time he was touching you is when you were both already worked up and needy for one another. He knew what you felt like, so he decided to just reach down between his legs quickly and feel for a second to see if it felt the same. He took a small breath as he ran a finger through his folds and felt the moisture collecting on the pad of his finger. It felt pretty viscous, did that mean he was turned on. He knew what morning wood was like, he often woke up with it and it would go away pretty quickly. Did people with vaginas experience the same thing and he just never knew? Or were his hormones so out of whack right now that he was getting horny for no apparent reason.

He wanted to wake you up and ask you about it, but looking back at the clock and it was only five thirty in the morning. Still too early to be bothering you with something like this. Perhaps he could just…quickly deal with it himself? He had gotten you off on plenty of occasions with just his hands, so it wouldn’t be too hard. He knew how to do it in theory, it was just putting it into practice that he’d be needing to figure out.

Xavier shifted to be laying down on his back and slowly inched his fingers down into his pants. He felt the wetness once again and grimaced at how odd it felt being from him. This was nothing like pre cum. It was slippery and thick, like a nice lube. He decided to just go for it, taking a breath in and placing two of his fingers inside his entrance. He felt the uncomfortable pressure of it and winced, wondering why it was doing that.

He doesn’t think he’d ever met resistance like that with you, and he then recalled that normally he started with a single finger. He took out the second and wiggled a single finger in there to slowly pump in and out of him. It felt good, sure, but it wasn’t amazing. He wasn’t letting out small gasps and squirming like you did whenever he was playing with you. Perhaps when you did it to yourself it felt different, less…sensitive? He knew when he masturbated in the past with his dick, it didn’t feel anywhere near as good as when you did it.

He slowly inched a second finger into him, wondering it maybe he just wasn’t full enough yet. He arched his fingers up to see if he had that texture inside of him that whenever he grazed against made your eyes roll back. He did, the slightly touch texture against his feelings was a clear indicator as he tried rubbing against it. It felt good, really good, but not like he was going to cum. He didn’t even feel close to it, in all honesty.

He tried again, pumping his fingers in and out of himself as it made a loud, squelching like noise. He could at least confirm that he was now soaked, and his hand was now a bit slippery as he continued working his fingers in and out of him. It just wasn’t doing it for him, and he was wondering what the hell he was doing wrong. He let out a small, frustrated huff and blew some of his bangs out of his eyes as he glared at the ceiling.

Then he heard it, your shifting next to him and a small moan as you began waking up. He felt his entire body tense up as he slowly took his finger out of him, not wanting to be caught red handed. He took in a shuddering breath as he turned to you while subtly wiping the wetness of his hand over his stomach so you wouldn’t be able to tell.

“Did I wake you up?” He asked, his voice no longer laced with drowsiness since he had been awake for the better half of an hour at this point. You let out a hum as you opened your eyes and looked at him. His hair was disheveled and he had a subtle blush painting his cheeks that you could faintly see from the sun that was attempting to slowly rise above the horizon long. How long had he been trying to get off now?

“Mhm, not really. Did you already feed Pancake?” You asked with a yawn, trying to stifle the noise in the pillow. Xavier chuckled at the cute display as he let out a hum and turned to his side so he could be facing you.

“Ya, fed her…” He said, turning to see the clock really fast. It was already six in the morning, apparently. “An hour ago.” He finished his sentence.

“She woke up early, sorry, I would’ve fed her if you had let me known.” You shifted a bit and then felt the need to stretch your arms. You weren’t exactly ready to start the day, and since you two had gotten a few days off, you weren’t in a rush to leave the bed anytime soon. “Why didn’t you go back to sleep?”

“I um…was restless.” Xavier finally said and you let out an amused laugh as you huffed the pillow and laid down on your stomach. You turned your head to look at him as he ran his fingers through his hair to push some of the bangs out of the way…you’d need to trim his bangs soon, it seemed.

“Is that why I was hearing macaroni noises earlier?” You finally asked, and Xavier tensed up as he realized he had been caught. His cheeks felt suddenly a lot hotter as he tried looking away, not knowing how to respond. Your tired brain seemed to finally catch up as your eyes widened, “Ah, shit, sorry Xavie…that was kind of rude of me.” You said, feeling bad that you had made him uncomfortable. You knew he was going through a crisis right now with the anatomy change, and yet here you were, teasing him about it.

Xavier let out a small sigh and gave you a half-hearted smile, “No, it’s fine. I uh…I had woken up and felt the need to…I think I felt the need to?” He finally said, confusion still clear in his voice. If he hadn’t cum in half an hour, maybe he really wasn’t turned on after all. “I was hoping if I…touched myself the wetness might…go away.” He admitted.

“If you touch yourself you’re going to get more wet, and especially after you cum.” You explained to him, “You should know just how wet it can be when uh…someone with a vagina gets to cum.” Especially since he had, on a few occasions, been lapping it up. It was one of those things about Xavier, he liked the taste of you. You didn’t really understand it all that well, sure you went down on him a few times, but you weren’t addicted to it. Perhaps it would be different since he has a pussy now, but you felt like asking right now would be mean.

“I guess you’re right…” He finally admitted, “Well it’s not like I managed to anyway.” Xavier gave a small shrug, but you could see how his eyebrows furrowed. He was clearly frustrated at not being able to get off. You’ve been there before, working so hard for an orgasm just to not be able to reach it because of some mental block. It was very frustrating and left you feeling even needier than before.

Whenever that happened you were always scrambling for a toy, at least before you had met Xavier and gotten into a relationship with him. His touch always felt better to you, perhaps it was the intimacy of it. His gentle touches, his words of encouragement, his gentle kisses on your body. Having another person there, especially Xavier, made something as simple as using a hand feel like the best thing in the world.

With that in mind, you cleared your throat, “I mean…if you still wanted to get off…I could help you with that. I mean, if you want that is, no pressure. I just know sometimes it doesn’t feel as good when you have to do it yourself, and since it’s so new to you, you probably don’t know what feels best for you just yet.” You began nervously rambling.

“What feels best…for me?” Xavier sounded curious now as he looked at you and you coughed into your fist awkwardly. Now that you thought about it, you and Xavier had never…masturbated in front of one another. He’s never seen what you do in order to get yourself off, so having to explain it was…flustering to say the least.

“Well, ya. Everyone is as bit different when it comes to what feels best for them, you know? Some people need more pressure, some people need less. Some like penetration to get off, some want only stimulation on their clit. It’s very…personal when it comes to what feels good for you. I mean, I know what feels good for me, but it might not be the same for you. So…if you wanted to, we could…experiment together?” You were rambling again, something that happened when you were nervous. You had never been with a woman before, so pleasuring someone with a vagina was new territory for you. Hell, in this lifetime, the only person you had even been into was Xavier. Before that you didn’t even think you were really into sex. It was like you were unconsciously drawn to him, a part of you always wanting him but not knowing him.

“I…wouldn’t mind if you helped me.” Xavier finally admitted, “It might help get rid of this…aching feeling that’s started.” He said. His…it was strange to think of his pussy, but it felt like it was aching. It felt hot and like it was needing to throb but it wouldn’t. It was more uncomfortable than before and if this is what it felt like for someone with the same anatomy to be turned on, but not get to release, he had to apologize to you anytime he teased you and then didn’t do anything about it.

“Okay, awesome!” You said a bit louder than anticipated. You had been dying to really explore him since last night, and this was the perfect opportunity to do so, “You just let me know what feels good and what doesn’t, okay?”

“I can do that.” Xavier said as he watched as you pushed the blankets away from you two. Your hands hooked into the waistband of his pants and slowly began tugging them off, along with his underwear. Your cheeks went red when you could see a string of arousal connecting to his underwear and snapping as you pulled them down. He was very wet right now, and you had to fight back a moan that threatened to escape you. He probably didn’t even know what he was doing to you right now

Xavier seemed to notice it was well, covering his face and looking away. You let out a chuckle as you finished pulling his pants off and tossing them to the side. You leaned forward and kissed his cheek, “No need to be embarrassed, it’s cute.” You informed him.

“I’m not cute.” He said, but the blush on his cheeks, and how he couldn’t make eye contact with you said different. He was absolutely adorable right now that you fought the urge to pinch his cheeks and squish them together. How could someone be so damn cute all the time, without even trying. It was unfair, but at least this was a sight that only you got to see, so you wouldn’t start complaining.

“Fine, then it’s sexy, does that sound better?” You asked, and you watched the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly at your words. He finally looked back at you and opened his mouth to say something when he let out a gasp. He felt your hands on his inner thighs, squeezing the skin there and he shivered. He swore he wasn’t normally this sensitive. Sure if you were kissing his thighs he’d have a reaction, but this was just your hands.

“I guess it could be worse…” he finally admitted and you chuckled before taking your hand and running it through his slit. You felt how wet the folds were as your fingers pushed them to the side to see his opening. He let out a gasp at the feeling, and how your eyes were locked onto him. If this was going to be a long term thing, you’d eventually be needing to really look at him, but for now you were rubbing him.

“You doing good?” You decided to check in with him. He was already breathing a bit heavier with your hands on him, and he managed to nod his head. Your finger went through the wetness of his pussy again, feeling how slick and silky he felt right now. He’d feel even better on your tongue later when he was a bit more confident, you were sure of it.

“I-I’m fine…just feels different when it’s…someone else doing it.” He finally said, watching as your hand slowly moves up to his pubic area. He watched intently, wondering what you’d do next. He was expecting to feel your fingers sinking inside of him already, but instead you were just touching him gently and gaging his reactions.

Then suddenly, he was throwing his head back. He felt your fingers around his clit, resting right above it, and his hips were rolling up into your touch, almost begging you for more. He looked down at you with his mouth wide open, “W-what was that?” he stuttered out between a small whimper.

“I’ve barely even touched your clit, Xavie. You’re so sensitive.” You couldn’t help but note as you looked up at his expression, “Your clit is going to be the most sensitive spot down here, and a lot of people can’t cum without it being stimulated.” You explain, “Having something in you feels good, but this is the best spit.” You rubbed it slightly and watched as he let out a breathy whimper again.

“A-ah that might explain…earlier.” He managed to get out, and you were able to quickly connect the dots that earlier he probably hadn’t bothered to play with it. You let out a hum as you collected more of his slick and used it to help your fingers clit over his clit. You made small, circular motions around the hood and noticed how his clit was already engorged and needy. You licked your lips, but managed to hold yourself back from giving him a quick taste.

“How does that feel?” You asked, your fingers going in lazy motions on him, just trying to find out what would feel good. With how his breath stuttered, and the small noises he was making, you had a feeling you knew the answer.

“G-good, so good.” He stuttered out, before he felt you switching things up. Instead of circular motions, you went side to side while rubbing over his clit. He let out a small breath he was holding in, “T-that’s not as…good.” He finally said and you hummed, going back to the circular motions he was enjoying earlier.

Next you applied some pressure, going a little harder than before, and you watched as he almost winced from it, “Alright, so light pressure feels better for you, I assume?” you said, letting up your pressure, “How about this?” you then pushed back the hood of his clit to rub directly on it. You watched his legs try to snap shut around you and you chuckled, letting your finger off, “Too much?”

Xavier only nodded at this point, and then let out another sigh as you began lazily circling his clit. You were certain you could probably get him off just like this, but you wanted to give him a little something more. You knew from your personal experience, it felt better when you had something inside of you while your clit was played with. The amount of times you would have to quickly reach over to your nightstand to grab a toy to fill you up was almost comical. It made your orgasms feel better, at least, and you wanted to see how Xavier would like it.

You slowly sank one of your fingers inside of him, noticing how there was no give to it. Your finger sunk it easily and it sent a shiver down your spin as you quickly added in a second. Xavier let out a grunt as he looked down at you, “How does this feel?” you finally asked him.

He looked at you with pinched eyebrows for a moment as he tried to focus on your fingers inside of him, “S-strange.” He deduced and you nodded your head.

“Ya, give me just a second and let’s see if I can change that to feeling good.” You said, curling your fingers up into him. It wasn’t hard to find his g-spot, the rougher texture against your fingers was a dead give away. The moment you grazed against it, his hips were moving up as he let out a high pitched keen. You watched as his hands fisted into the sheets and he closed his eyes while breathing out of his mouth, practically panting.

“T-thats…” his voice cracked as he tried to speak, so he decided to not even try. His reaction would have to be enough to know that he really liked that feeling. Your hand circling his clit, and two fingers thrusting into his g-spot. It was a very simple combo, but effective. It didn’t have to be rocket science, and seeing how he reacted was fueling a fire in yourself that you had to try and ignore in order to get him off. You could get off later, right now was about helping your beautiful boyfriend who was now clenching down on your fingers as if he were trying to suck them in deeper.

“A-ah-mng~” Xavier managed to moan out as he tried saying something, “S-strange, feels -aha- weird, in my stomach.” He managed to sputter out after a few small gasps coming from his throat. You could see his head was thrown into the pillows at this point as he worked on focusing on the feelings you were giving him. He looked good enough to eat right now as you kept up the motions.

“Doing so good for me, Xavie, just like that. It means your close, just relax and let it happen, my starlight.” You said, watching his face as if you were mesmerized. You’d never tire of how beautiful he looked when he was coming undone. You could see his chest heaving with labored breaths, and he kept letting out small whines as you didn’t move to go any faster. Your pace was working, and you didn’t want to accidentally do something that might ruin it. Not when he was so close his thighs were twitching now.

“W-wait,” Xavier said, trying to reach his hand over yours, “’S to-too much, f-feels like I’m gon-mhn ah gonna…” He was trying to speak but he was already so lost in the feeling he noticed the words were failing him miserably. He couldn’t even tell you. The weird pressure in his stomach and how it was making him twitch. He felt like he was going to pee at this point, and it was way too much.

He tried flinching away from your touch, but you just followed the motions, knowing exactly what he was feeling. Just a little more and you’d get to see him have his first orgasm like this, “P-please ah-c-can’t.” He began sputtering out again, his voice cracking again as it came out higher pitched than normal.

“That’s how it’s supposed to feel, now come on, darling, it’s alright.” You reassured him, and that was all he needed as hie eyes squeezed shut. He let out the most melodic moan that had you groaning at the sound. His pussy was dragging your fingers in as it clenched around the digits, locking them in place so all you could do was curl your fingers up into him. His legs were twitching as he rolled his hips up.

It felt like nothing he had ever experienced. The euphoria went through his entire body the moment the tension snapped, and with every small contraction it amplified. He was panting out your name at this point, not knowing what else to do or say when he was feeling like this. He didn’t even had a comparison on what this felt like right now. It just felt right, and so damn good he felt like he was about to cry. The wetness on his cheeks was involuntary as he continued trying to fuck himself on your fingers until that sensation started to ebb away.

When his hips finally dropped back onto the mattress you began kissing his thighs gently as you took your fingers out. You didn’t want to overstimulate him, at least not yet. Perhaps another time, after all, you guys had time. For now you were content in pushing his hoodie up his stomach as you gently kissed him there as well, helping him come down from his high. He was left boneless on the mattress as he started at the ceiling until finally his eyes drifted to you.

You were already crawling up on the bed when you felt his arm tugging you at the waist to drag you closer. His tear streaked face nuzzled into the crook of your neck and you wanted to run your hands through his hair, but right now they were still sticky with his release. You opted to carefully hug him and turn your head around to kiss his temple.

“That feel good, my love?” You finally asked and he let out a small huff and nodded his head.

“Really good.” His voice was now hoarse as he tried clearing it, “Thank you.” He was murmuring now and you could tell he was starting to fall asleep. You let out an airy laugh as you looked at him. How were you able to be so fortunate as to have him in your life? Sometimes he was just too perfect in your eyes, and you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“Come on, we need to get you cleaned up before we can go back to bed.” You said, your voice now coming out a lot more sedated as you enjoyed the feeling of his lips as he kissed at your neck. He was already half asleep from what you could tell, his body completely lax against your own as he tried holding onto you a bit tighter.

“Can’t we do that later?” He asked, his voice laced with sleep. He was so docile right now, it was a wonder how he was one of Linkon City’s best hunters when he became so cuddling like this in his free time.

“We gotta do it now. You just rest here and I’ll be right back, okay?” You told him, slowly leaving his embrace. You heard him whine a little as soon as your warmth left his and you smiled while standing up to go to the bathroom to grab a towel. While you were in there, you made quick work in cleaning yourself up as well then you got some hot water going and soaked the towel in it.

When you came back to the bedroom, he was laying on his side with his eyes closed. You carefully walked over to him and spread his legs. To your surprise, he was still awake and helped you. You were gentle in cleaning between his legs, then you were getting back up to grab a clean pair of underwear. You walked over to him, “Lift your hips up for me, Xavie.” You muttered and he sighed as he did so.

Once you were certain he was cleaned and ready for bed you were falling back onto the mattress. He was pulling you into his chest right away, not wanting you to get back up as he sank into you. This time you could play with his hair and kissed at his temple, “Sleep well, Xavier.” You said and he hummed against you.

“You get some rest too…” he managed to say and you hummed in response, before sinking into him as well, content to be in his arms for another few hours.

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[ourlittleuluru]

Lil 🐰✨ || 📖⬅⬅⬅

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I finally got this down and out! \ToT/ Hope y'all enjoy the lil Xavier!

Ngl... If Infold ever has a pet system or a summon in battle... and we can have a lil tiny Xavier on the battlefield... o(--( I'll see you guys 6ft under

Random little idea came to me when I came across a post where Big Xavier was holding his hand out with little chibi Xavier on it. That gave me massive "It's dangerous to go alone" vibes, and thus, this was born 🤣

[sayangrafayel]

Who among the LADS boys do you think would enjoy removing your make up by the end of a very tiring day?

Like who would do it gently and be SO excited to do it? All of them. The answer is all of them. You just need to lay in bed and close your eyes.

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb.

Sylus

"Oh, Sweetie. It's been a long day huh? After this, we can just lay on the bed and relax."

Would need practice but he would love to learn on how to properly do it when you have time to teach him.

"Thank you, Sweetie." "For what? You're the one doing me a favor." "For coming to me when you need help."

Xavier

Has read every article on how to properly remove make up when you text him "My Star, can you please remove my make up later? I am so tired."

You know how many times he's asked you to come to him when you're overwhelmed? He would be so happy you finally did.

"Can I start doing this everyday from now on?"

Rafayel

Knows how to do it properly. He just knows.

Would whisper Lemurian words to you to soothe you, saying something along the lines of "You did well today." "My beautiful girl." "Mine." + would hum your favorite tunes to soothe you.

Would even do your skincare for you afterwards.

Zayne

"Hm? Remove your make up for you? Of course I would."

Would ask you to get up and wash your face after, don't worry, he's gonna guide you.

"I wish you wouldn't let yourself get this tired all the time... you could be really selfish sometimes, but I guess we're the same when it comes to our jobs."

Caleb

Has done it ever since you first started wearing make up when you guys were teens.

Is very happy you ask that again after he's back, thought you never would.

"Do you still have the same skincare routine? I can do that again! I remember how to!"

[uyai1101-lads]

My breakdown of the new Xavier cards:

Can’t help but think about how the recent 5 star an 4 star cards for Xavier literally reminds me of this dark Xavier smut I wrote 😂.

I was originally worried that I made a slightly out of character Xavier but it seems I was spot on with his traits and what he would do if he was triggered into hard jealousy.

Let’s take a look at some stuff that made me think of this smut I wrote. I’ll add some pics of the quotes etc from each card that had me jumping up and down.

I saw this and SCREAMED mentally. DARK XAVIER IS REAL YALL it’s not just our headcannon 🧎‍♀️!

This part of MC testing and basically manipulating Xavier’s emotions to gauge his reactions and emotions as well as her knowledge of how possessive he is made me think of how I wrote my MC as a manipulative little minx that wanted to get Xavier riled up so he could get a little rougher with her 🤭 ( Amused and intrigued by this side of Xavier you've only managed to see once in a while, you smile inside secretly. Your plan to see how much of his dark side you could provoke to come out was slowly working. Yes you knew it was toxic and manipulative on your end to stoke his ire but Gods did it get you hot and bothered when the light in his eyes dimmed and his voice grew firm, husky, Dangerous.

You wanted to know what that was like when he focused that dark side of his, in bed, on YOU.):

Look at this minx 🤭

This part of when Xavier kisses our MC and basically leaves her hot and bothered on purpose lets me know his ass would definitely be a bully in bed, he’s the type to definitely withhold pleasure or overwhelm our MC with pleasure to drive us crazy and probably have us beg just like how I wrote him in this smut🤭😫😭 ——>> ( You rock back against his scissoring fingers harder, panting, limbs trembling, eyes squeezing shut as you cream all over his hand. "Almost there", you choke out through gritted teeth.

"Oh? did I say you could cum Star?" Xavier's cold harsh voice by your ear and his swift withdrawal of his perfect fingers splashes cold water over the impending bliss.

"N-no p-please I was almost there!" you cry out in dazed confusion. Your pussy clenches on air, you're left trembling and suddenly anger rushes through you, fogging your brain, causing your mouth to say the worst thing ever. You sit up on your knees and glare frostily at the still gently smiling Xavier next to you on the bed.)

Xavier knew EXACTLY what he was doing stopping like that and watching her aroused face. He was probably smirking deep inside 🤭😜

So the 4 star and 5 star card illustrated to me just how insatiable as a lover Xavier is and most likely his penchant for kinky sex (punishments/overstimulation + more), . I don’t want to say BDSM because I don’t think he has the canon of being into BDSM like Sylus or maybe the experience but I could be wrong.

But look at this part of my smut Exhibit 1: ( Your dazed fucked out face is still so arousing to Xavier and his dick refuses to go down. So he moves your limp body, belly down and mounts you, dick back in you, plugging up the cum that still seeps out anyway. It's another mating press. He really doesn't plan on showing you any mercy tonight. You slowly come to with Xavier moaning and murmuring sweet words into your ears, dick still buried in your cunt. He's moving slowly now, deep slow fucking that has your breath quickening as Xavier uses your pussy without any signs of stopping, fucking you senseless.)

Exhibit 2 : ("Yes Xavier, YES!!" You sob out, clawing at the rumpled bedsheets desperately. "Please I can't take another orgasm! Please no more, I can't do it!" You plead for mercy, tears in your eyes as you look back at Xavier pitifully, whimpering.

Something in him snaps some more, that brainless/fucked out look on your face, the whimpering, the tears and the begging as if he's your whole world tips him to a sudden orgasm that has him rutting his dick in you harder like an animal)

and then the screenshots below 😜

*fans face* lawdhammercy!

I can’t basically hear Xavier saying these lines from my smut instead of the tame line below ( "Hahhh fuckkk good girl, your pussy is still gulping down my cum, my sweet Star is so perfect, you want more cum don't you princess?", Xavier whispers into your ear, tongue licking away the salty tears slipping down your cheeks.) ( "My sweet little Star feels too good, your pussy is so honest, it wants more doesn't it? You want my cum don't you princess? I'll fill you up soon enough, the only man allowed in here is me. That grip, such a greedy little hole, Star, just for me isn't it?" He pants, eyes glazed over as he ruts into you.)

But the line below still has the energy I wrote about 🥰

I loved this event so much and I’m looking forward to more depictions of an insatiable Xavier 😍😈

Dark Xavier Emerges.

MDNI, 🔞 18+ explicit nsfw content ahead. MDNI 🔞

Tags:

Light Fear play

Instant regret

Breeding kink (with no consequences)

General Yandere behavior

Light sadism

Aftercare

Hand necklace

You’re a ragdoll.

Xavier x fem reader

Play this to hear what music I listened to while writing this. Really put me in the writing mood.⤵️

Writer note: I haven’t written any fanfic in forever so please bear with me if the story feels weird. I tried y’all😭. I’ll probably do some art soon for this and put it up on a Patreon I’ll create soon where I can comfortably post more explicit art. Please feel free to share your thoughts IF you’re 18+ on this.

“How much did you buy?” Xavier demands in shock and annoyance, his sapphire eyes slowly narrowing to slits.

Amused and intrigued by this side of Xavier you’ve only managed to see once in a while, you smile inside secretly. Your plan to see how much of his dark side you could provoke to come out was slowly working. Yes you knew it was toxic and manipulative on your end to stoke his ire but Gods did it get you hot and bothered when the light in his eyes dimmed and his voice grew firm, husky, Dangerous. You wanted to know what that was like when he focused that dark side of his, in bed, on YOU.

You playfully shove at his unyielding hard chest caging you in on the single sofa he had moments ago cornered you to.

“Move! We can’t keep the delivery guy waiting” you whine with a soft laugh, your eyes soaking in his annoyed but still so handsome face.

“Nope” came the firm reply and an even firmer hand sliding up yours on his chest to grip and slowly bring it back down between the two of you.

“ I won’t let you go, until I hear the answer I want” the cold firm tone was said in a deep husky voice. The usually soft innocent expression of his was now gone and replaced with a cool almost predatory one. His already dark sapphire eyes almost black and now hooded, soft locks of his greyish hair falling into them.

Fuck… you thought eagerly. Here he was, Dark Xavier, this side of him you affectionately nicknamed.

You could feel your lower belly clench in pleasure, your pussy was damn near throbbing already.

A loud pounding at the door causes both of you to jump, Xavier startles and glances over at the door with a fierce scowl. He was distracted enough that you managed to wrench your hand out of his now loose grip and push him softly but quickly out of the way as you made a hasty escape from his cage and towards the door.

“Cominggg! Hold on I’m coming sir!”

If you had glanced behind you, you would have noticed Xavier’s lips raise in an unnatural smile as he watched your enthusiastic figure race to the door. coming? calling another man sir and yelling about coming? he thought, his mind warping your words, you wouldn’t be doing that this evening unless you BEGGED and gave him the exact answer he needed to hear.

After getting your package of more Lumiere merchandise and food ordered, your next plan was getting Xavier’s reluctant help in setting up the Lumiere toys and cardboard cutout in your room, you positioned the cutout directly by your bed earning yourself and the innnocent cutout a heavy dark stare.

Uh ohhhhh, you thought with an inner snicker. He was slowly losing it, you could feel the heavy aura in the bedroom. Now was the time to coax him to bed and show your “appreciation” for his help these past few days. Truthfully your injuries had healed well and you would’ve gone back to work but Xavier definitely wouldn’t have approved. Plus he seemed to really enjoy personally taking care of you.

You slowly strip out of the pajama bottoms and flannel top you had on, revealing the cute red lacy underwear set you had bought just for tonight.

Unfortunately the lacy panty was half drenched with your arousal but the sharp intake of breath you heard from Xavier seated on your bed made it worth keeping it on. You could feel that possessive almost hungry stare slowly sliding up your body and back down leaving you jittery and achy with anticipation.

To add more fuel to the fire you had cultivated all these few days, you pick up the handsome Lumiere ball joint doll you had managed to snag online before it sold out from your vanity and give it a quick sweet kiss on its resin cheek. “Goodnight my handsome Lumiere” you coo at it.

A sudden low snarl from the bed almost makes you drop the doll to the hardwood floor in shock, you whip your head so fast to catch Xavier’s angered face you almost give yourself a crick in the neck. You slowly place the ball joint doll back on your vanity.

Now your heart is pounding because Xavier’s off the bed now, slowly walking towards you. His expression twisted into a faint calm smile but the energy he’s giving off is anything but calm.

“X-Xavier?” You half ask half whisper. Taking an involuntary step away from his slowly advancing figure. All of a sudden the room feels too small and not enough room to escape.

Xavier lets out a soft flat chuckle, he watches you with those deep unwavering sapphire eyes of his but…his smile feels wrong, almost mocking and…cruel.

“Ahh so you do remember my name after all, Star” the deep flat voice sends alarming goosebumps down your skin. You’re caught off guard by the sudden temperature drop in the room and the sudden feeling of intimidation. You shuffle back another step almost reaching your bathroom door, your heart is racing, you feel that confusing mixture of sudden fear but titillation dampening your lacy panty. Your legs are shaking as you stare at that predatory animal gait still approaching you.

This was what you wanted but maybe just maybe, you had pushed him too far? You’re all of a sudden not sure how far Xavier might go with you tonight.

“Star? Why are you backing away from me?” Xavier asks softly with faint audible amusement, his expression still the flat calm.

Heart thudding out of your chest, you immediately turn to the bathroom door intending to dart inside and slam it shut to at least get a few seconds to shake off the chill you’re feeling and calm down.

A large palm shoots out right past your ear and slams the door you just managed to open, violently shut.

Legs almost giving out beneath you, you shakily turn and find yourself staring up at the dark blown out pupils staring blankly down at you.

“X-Xavier plea-“

All of a sudden you’re picked up and thrown over his shoulder, your world is upside down, head facing down at his bottom and legs while your ass is up in the air. Did he just? Manhandle you?!

As if he heard your stunned inner dialogue, A hard sting on your almost bare ass sends a shocking burn that wrings a startled squeal out of you.

XAVIER?!

Just

SPANKED ME?!

you’re too speechless to even try and protest before you find yourself sailing through to the bed and damn near bouncing off of it. But he’s there, palm pushing you back down hard.

You stare up at him, mouth dropped open in a breathless wheeze of near terror. Somehow your confused horny pussy thinks it’s go time and throbs with a need to be filled by this unhinged man giving you the same amused twisted smile.

Without hesitation a large hand sensually wraps around your throat and drags you up firmly to demanding lips.

Xavier’s kiss is domineering, possessive and utterly overwhelming. His soft lips draw out moans from you quickly enough but before you can actually start reciprocating, he sinks his teeth to your bottom lips causing you to draw back with a sudden wince. You’re wide eyed, disbelief written plainly on your face. Gentle soft Xavier has definitely left the building. In front of you is exactly the man you were hoping for.

“Since my little Star thinks I’m harsh and cruel” Xavier’s other free hand strokes down from your heaving chest, stopping briefly to squeeze dark hard nipples, this illicits a slightly pained but aroused whimper out of your lips. He answers that with a groan of pleasure, hooded sapphire eyes soaking up your half scared half aroused expression.

“I do love that look on your face Star, but I want you needy and whimpering on my dick, mind blank while I breed you in front of HIM” Xavier directs his cruel gaze at the cutout Lumiere board by the bed, beautiful face twisting again.

“let’s see if Lumiere can save you then? Hmm?” He looks back down at you, beneath long pale lashes the cruel gaze softens to something eager but perverse.

“Wait, Xavier, surely you know Lumiere-“ you can barely finish your sentence before he pulls you like a ragdoll and positions you on your stomach. While you don’t hate this, your heart is still thudding in your chest at how quickly “Dark Xavier” showed up and how intense this actually was. Much more intense than you imagined in fact. You didn’t know Xavier actually had it in him to be rough like this and actually have a breeding kink to boot or even say dirty stuff in bed so effortlessly?!

" My sweet little star, you shouldn't have said that name again" he slides both hands up your back and down, hands squeezing your plump ass and massaging deeply, causing you to moan helplessly.

"I was going to show some mercy tonight and let you come after all but now-" a hard smack lands on your left butt cheek causing you to jump and attempt to wriggle away but his firm hands holds you down and steady. He rubs over the stinging ass cheek soothingly, a whisper of Soft Xavier appearing again. 

You could swear there's a sweet smile on his lips as he says "but now I have to keep being harsh and cruel"

Xavier positioned you directly in front of the Lumiere cutout board, it seems very intentionally.

So this would be a ravaging, claiming in front of his alter ego Lumiere. Still moving you around like a ragdoll, both hands on your hips pull your ass up so you're in a collapsed doggy position. You tense as his hands slide down from your ass to your soaked lacy panty.

Another sharp intake of breath from him as his fingers slip past the fabric and press right against your swollen clit. "Ohhhh you're sopping wet princess" his voice is back to a low breathy moan. 

"So you do like me being harsh and cruel after all? Hmm?" Firm fingers rub your clit slowly, causing you to whimper and moan into the pillow. A finger slides lower, slipping into your pussy easily, another finger joins in, then another, all knuckles deep as he massages the spot he recently discovered drove you wild since you two started sleeping together two weeks ago.

You try to hide your moans as your mouth falls open and you rock back against the thick digits fucking you.

Gods Xavier knew just how to finger you and have your mind grow fuzzy. You feel that rush of an orgasm approaching and fuck you're almost there. You rock back against his scissoring fingers harder, panting, limbs trembling, eyes squeezing shut as you cream all over his hand. "Almost there", you choke out through gritted teeth.

"Oh? did I say you could cum Star?" Xavier's cold harsh voice by your ear and his swift withdrawal of his perfect fingers splashes cold water over the impending bliss.

"N-no p-please I was almost there!"  you cry out in dazed confusion. Your pussy clenches on air, you're left trembling and suddenly anger rushes through you, fogging your brain, causing your mouth to say the worst thing ever. You sit up on your knees and glare frostily at the still gently smiling Xavier next to you on the bed.

" Lumiere would've let me come" you snark,  victoriously waiting to see the anger on his face.

The room suddenly grows heavy in pressure and drops in temperature again. The still gentle smile is there on Xavier's soft lips, but it feels...condescending now.

"Lumiere... would make you cum? Is that so Princess?" Xavier asks gently in that low sensual voice of his, one eyebrow arched in mock surprise, a little chuckle follows the question.

You stare up at his sharp sapphire eyes and you feel that you made a deep mistake. Xavier's PISSED. Damn it! You curse your sharp reckless mouth and shuffle away from him in bed, attempting yet again to escape the consequences of your action.

You barely make it across the bed before Xavier has you pinned down beneath him swiftly, his firm hands clamping yours down over your head, you struggle beneath him, heart racing, attempting to buck him off of you, but he's immovable, straddling you. He'd always been very strong for someone that didn't have bulging muscles and didn't seem fond of working out. 

You feel that difference in physical strength now and while its overwhelming, you find that this...is actually turning you on.

Then you feel it, the heavy bulge through his thin grey sweatpants pressing against your groin, Xavier is raging hard and excited, there's a feverish look in his dark eyes now. His smile is smug, satisfied. "You're not going anywhere Star" he leans down over you to whisper, warm lips brushing over the shell of your ear, the soft warm tip of his tongue trails up your ear and you whimper because that's one of your weak spots, your ears are particularly sensitive.

"W-wait Xavier, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that!, I’m so sorry!" You moan out, attempting to move your overstimulated ear away from his sensual touch. But he's relentless, applying the right amount of lips and tongue and now teeth as he bites your ear lobe.

You cry out, racked by a tingly orgasm that takes you suddenly. It's almost embarrassing that you're coming just from this alone.

Xavier pulls away with a smirk to admire his handiwork, eyes drinking in your shivering panting form beneath him.

"Yeah, you shouldn't have, but you did" he let's go of one of your wrists to slide his hand down to your breasts that have fallen out of the flimsy lace bra that covered it moments ago.

He tugs on your tits, twisting one nipple gently and another harshly, wringing out pleading whimpers from your lips.

He lets go and reaches down to pull out his hard throbbing dick free from its confines. The head is a ruddy broad mushroom tip slick and drooling with precum, surprisingly thick and long for someone that doesn't look like he should have such a thing attached to him. 

You stare up at his lovely face tinged with red, greyish hair hanging over eyes hooded with deep arousal and his pink lips parted as he strokes his fat dick over you. The sound of his hand stroking that beautiful cock has you squirming underneath him, Gods you want it stretching your wet little pussy so bad right now.

"Xavier please, please fuck me" you beg shamelessly, eyes glued to his hand wrapped around that fat weeping dick. He let's go of your other wrist to slide the sopping wet lace panty to the side, adjusting his position so the head of his dick slides up through your folds to your throbbing clit, he teases you like this while you whine and attempt to move your hips so he can slip inside. He glares at you narrowing his eyes in disapproval.

A hard hand wraps around your throat again, not hard enough to stop you breathing but enough to warn you he needs you to behave.

"You'll take whatever I give you right Star?" He asks with that twisted cruel smile back on his innocent face. 

You nod desperately, at this point you'd agree to anything so long as you got his dick in you.

"There's a good girl, remember you said yes, Star" 

Without hesitation he spears through your little wet hole with his dick and you both groan at the sensation. You almost arch off the bed as you gasp for air at the sudden fullness. His dick is almost too much, too full and too deep already.

Xavier lets out a deep shuddering breath, his eyes are feverish and there's an unstable look to it now.

"Since you want to cum so badly, I'll fulfill your wishes" he murmurs almost to himself, he draws out his dick through your tight grip and snaps his hip forward harshly, jolting you up the bed, you shriek as he finds that pleasurable spot inside you and presses in on it relentlessly.

The sound of flesh against flesh and hard panting fills the room. Your eyes glaze over as Xavier fucks you damn near through the bed. You feel an orgasm fast approaching and you start begging "please let me come Xavierrr please please!" 

He lets out a hard short laugh, his hooded eyes glued to his cock plunging in and out of your tight wet pussy that won't let him go, his hand not wrapped around your throat whips out a vibrating bullet from Gods only knew where, pressing it against your slick swollen clit. There’s almost a sadistic light in his eyes now as he turns up the power. 

a hard shudder runs through you as you try to squirm away not expecting that kind of stimulation, but he's already on you, holding you down with his body, the bright light in his eyes feverish as he watches you break down into a screaming overstimulated mess on his thick ravaging dick.

"Can Lumiere fuck you into this brainless mess Princess?" He whispers over you, gaze now hard and heavy on your slack face.

You're shaking as another orgasm accompanies the first one.

A soft slap on your clit sends you over the edge to something so intense you actually...Squirt. The orgasm is white and blinding, you don't realize you're screaming until a hand is clamped over your mouth hard. 

" I don't want to hear you scream 'Gods' unless it's my name instead" Xavier sneers down at your face. He is relentless, still fucking you through this orgasm, setting an almost punishing pace, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly as you weakly attempt to buck him off of you. You didn’t know having an orgasm could be so unbearable. You crave it and fear it at the same time. Was this really Xavier dominating you so thoroughly?

"Fuck, your pussy is so greedy, Star, it doesn't want to let go, do you love my dick that much princess?" A ragged gasp greets your ears.

You can barely form a thought in your head, you feel like you’re floating out of your body, your mind is full of static and fuzzy. Xavier let's out another amused scoff down over you before shifting you closer to the Lumiere cutout board again.

This time he pulls up your legs, pressing it to your chest arranging you in an instense position that has his dick impossibly deeper. You faintly realize it's a mating press and a deep shiver runs through you. He was really planning on taking you like this, in front of his alter ego?! Dominating you completely like this?

"My little Star just tightened up? You really want me breeding you in front of your precious Lumiere?" Another condescending chuckle greets your ears.

His face is now closer to yours, his hand moves from your neck to your jaw. 

"Open up your mouth and stick out your tongue princess, let's french kiss" he whispers, a command he expects you to follow while gazing down at you as his dick starts slowly pounding through your slick achy little pussy.

This position has you breathless and mind still fuzzy. You can only mindlessly obey him, sticking out your tongue as he leans over to suck it into his hot mouth, kissing you hungrily almost sucking up all the air in your lungs.

Xavier’s dick picks up speed, fucking into you animalistically, without mercy.

He pants, pulling away to bite the side of your neck, it’s sends a pleasurable shiver through you.

" Fuck I want to fill you up with my cum Star, gonna give you a creampie" he grunts, breathing harsher as he nears his own orgasm. Sapphire eyes screwed shut.

Your pussy grips him hard, a tight wet muscle massaging his dick mindlessly ravaging you almost instinctually. 

"Your greedy pussy loves me doesn't it? You're trying to milk me already princess, such a sweet girl,"

You're creaming on his cock and start trying to squirm away, you feel another orgasm coming, this one threatens to cause a black out and you're instinctively terrified. 

"Please I can't take it, it's too much" you blubber out shaking underneath him.

" You can take it Star and you will, relax I'll get you through it, just be good and take all I give you, there’s a good girl. Just like that" Xavier grunts out, hips still pistoning faster. Dick pounding into your cunt.

" Now tell me who do you prefer? Me or Lumiere? Who's breeding this perfect -grunt- pussy right now?" 

You're shaking underneath him, weak, barely able to hang on as Xavier takes you hard, deep and rough in the mating press, his determination to own you almost terrifying.

"Answer me or you won't come for a long time Star" the steel is back in his voice again, hand back on your throat, not too hard but a domineering pressure and presence.

"Y-you Xavierrr, YOUU!!" you scream out and the orgasm hits the both of you at the same time.

You black out momentarily like you knew you would, head blank.

An animal like growl comes through Xavier as his dick shoots out ropes and ropes of his thick creamy cum deep into your womb. Your slut pussy mindlessly milks his still hard cock for more.

"Hahhh fucckkk good girl, your pussy is still gulping down my cum, my sweet Star is so perfect, you want more cum don't you princess?”, Xavier whispers into your ear, tongue licking away the salty tears slipping down your cheeks.

Your dazed fucked out face is still so arousing to Xavier and his dick refuses to go down. So he moves your limp body, belly down and mounts you, dick back in you, plugging up the cum that still seeps out anyway. It's another mating press. He really doesn't plan on showing you any mercy tonight.

You slowly come to with Xavier moaning and murmuring sweet words into your ears, dick still buried in your cunt. He's moving slowly now, deep slow fucking that has your breath quickening as Xavier uses your pussy without any signs of stopping, fucking you senseless.

" My sweet little Star feels too good, your pussy is so honest, it wants more doesn't it? You want my cum don't you princess? I'll fill you up soon enough,the only man allowed in here is me. That grip, such a greedy little hole, Star, just for me isn't it?" He pants, eyes glazed over as he ruts into you.

He picks up speed, hand now gripping your hair, pulling your head up off the pillow.

"Answer me, Just. For. Me. Isn't it?" Each word followed by a deep pounding that has you trying to run from his dick. You feel too good, too overstimulated, you don't think you can take another orgasm, it might just kill you.

"Yes Xavier, YES!!" You sob out, clawing at the rumpled bedsheets desperately. "Please I can't take another orgasm! Please no more, I can't do it!" You plead for mercy, tears in your eyes as you look back at Xavier pitifully, whimpering. 

Something in him snaps some more, that brainless/fucked out look on your face, the whimpering, the tears and the begging as if he's your whole world tips him to a sudden orgasm that has him rutting his dick in you harder like an animal, he cums so hard it's almost painful for him. 

The thick ropes of cum is milked out of him as you tighten your inner muscles causing him to double over and roar his release.

He collapses over you, a panting satisfied mess. Trying his best not to suffocate you, he rolls over to his side pulling you into his chest and cuddles you, soothing you, stroking a soft comforting hand down your soft silky skin. He showers you with soft placating kisses. It seems he accomplished his goal of teaching you a lesson.

You feel Xavier get up to go to the bathroom but you don't move your head to check, you're so exhausted you start sinking into deep sleep.

Xavier comes back with a warm damp washcloth and cleans you up, cuddles you again and rubs your back, whispering sweet praises into your neck. His hard glare at the Lumiere cutout board almost burns a hole through it in the dark bedroom.

You wake up mid afternoon to find Xavier staring at you with a loving look in his now actually calm soft sapphire eyes, he's sitting by the love seat sofa by your bed, flipping through a book he had been reading this past week.

You almost feel like everything that happened last night was a dream, but your achy body tells you it definitely wasn't, you might not be able to walk straight anytime soon it seems.

"You're up Star, umm I got some takeout I can warm up for you" Xavier gets up and approaches you, sitting on the bed and pulling off your head scarf he seemed to have put on you when you fell asleep, he caresses your soft cheek lovingly . Soft sweet Xavier is back, his voice is back to being lighter and carefree, eyes drinking you in possessively and sweetly.

“Ummm, did I scare you last night? Was I too rough on you?” Xavier worriedly asks, scratching at the back of his neck, smile sheepish.

“N-no. I actually enjoyed that Xavier, truly. I just didn’t think you’d be so…kinky” you mutter, feeling your face grow hot at his knowing smile. You look away, glad he can’t see your blush so easily. But your cute physical reactions are telling. He leans over to capture your face and kiss your cheeks and throat sweetly. “you’re so cute my star” he murmurs into your skin.

You sigh and collapse back against the pillow, you’re hungry as hell and still tired, you're gonna be in bed for a bit longer. You remind yourself that maybe trying to bring out Dark Xavier often isn't a good idea, maybe once in a while, last night was hot as hell, you've never cum so hard in your life and been scared to orgasm again. It’s just…you have a feeling you’d probably be orgasmed to near death if you kept provoking that side of him again too soon.

"I love you Xavier" you say smiling sweetly at him. You mean it and you want to reassure him he’s the only man for you.

His already sweet puppy like eyes soften impossibly, "I love you too Star" 

"You really are the most jealous man I know Xavier," you muse with a faint giggle.

Almost immediately something dark passes through Xavier's sweet eyes.

Uh Ohhhh…

"You...know other men?" He inquires, voice tense and now low but he still maintains his smile.

You roll your eyes up at the ceiling and sigh. Gods help you.

End.

Writer note: Welp here was the brainrot in my head for Dark Xavier. I’m still figuring out how to write this ml X You content. I don’t know if I’ll do these kind of writing again or stick to using my specific MC.

[manikas-whims]

“She chose me.”

No you people need to understand..

Unlike others, Xavier and MC don’t have some special thing that binds their souls together..links them across different lives..

But Xavier gives her options to figure out the things and choose what she wants for herself..

And MC still chooses him ♡

She falls for Xavier in every life-time 🥹

[milktearoyalty]

HE GLOWS WHEN HE’S HAPPY I CAN’T STOP WINNING

[ippi2un]

So relatable

[takita011605]

Summed up his character so so well. His tendencies don’t come from insecurities or feeling abandoned.

It can’t be because after living that long and witnessing the person he loves so so much, he has been so close yet so so far.

He’s actively witnessed her life as a student, a colleague, a queen, his lover, his star, and his EVERYTHING—and she died in his arms. That would genuinely mess anyone up and it all happened in ONE life. He knows what’s it like to have her gone IN HIS ARMS.

It’s also evident that he’s secured with himself, he wouldn’t chalk up and compete with the other male leads or other people who talk to mc because he thinks they’ll steal mc away from him

BUT it’s the attention, her eyes, her focus being on others in the long life he’s lived and in this life, she would give him that focus that he’s been yearning for so long. The eyes he ACTIVELY WITNESS dwindle away in his arms.

Plus, I agree that the long life he’s lived—it’s not weird to assume he’d known the intentions of others better than anyone else. Granted, he might not be right all the time but he’d have a good guess for most people that actively approach mc.

I’m not sure if I conveyed it properly but unpacking Xavier’s character is similar to the art of noticing. You have to notice him, his eyes, his focus, his actions, and sincerity to understand where his actions come from. May it be his aloof nature or his expressive eyes or his subtle touches or his subtle (but obviously not subtle) way with words when he’s feeling possessive with mc.

Love him to death ngl there’s so much to unpack and this isn’t really even the whole iceberg— especially how the story will go on and his most recent trailer

A little something about Xavier and his display of jealousy

It’s not even the first time we’ve seen him come across as bitchy, jealous or stand off-ish with other people when it comes to the MC, but regardless of that, I think the reason one might think it’s OOC or weird of him to be /this/ jealous is simply because it’s never made clear where it’s coming from, as in, the root of it all—granted, it shouldn’t have to be spelled out, it’s right there for one to read if you sit with the context, his character and try to understand the situation beyond just what you’ve been presented.

I don’t see it as lack of confidence—I do not believe even for a second that he feels inferior to others, humans or not, I think, for him, this sort of jealousy is a very complex thing that comes from a deep need and fear, which in turns spills into a certain type of dominance that he already naturally seemed to carry, but that’s a very different subject.

I’m talking about the physical need of being with someone he already lost twice, the years of missing and yearning, that’s why I also believe there’s something so very carnal about the way he behaves and, well, wants. He thrives on being with the one he loves, he’s clingy like that. The perceived notion of someone he loves being taken from him, in any way, I think, sort of puts him in fight mode—he’s snappy, pouty, bitchy, sometimes. He’s already been in a position of abandonment before, one time unwilling and another one where he saw no other choice but to leave, but it’s not just about that, but also about the loss of no longer being understood, of not being seen as who he is, since that’s the beginning of this connection for him—and now that he’s found her again, by some sort of miracle, I feel it makes sense for his hackles to be raised. Here he is, trying to make up for lost centuries, and someone comes and wants to whisk her attention away? In his head, he won’t have that. Also, I don’t know if he believes other people have pure intentions (probably not) so I wonder if he’s also protective about that.

This article does a good job in explaining different types of jealousy and where they come from, so with all of that, I think we just have to understand the basis of his character, the trauma and history, and how all those past experiences manifest into strong emotions that he’s kept to himself for so long, also another reason why he’s generally intense. For the first time, he’s been living since he’s been alive, and now, well, he’s running out of time :p

[ilovemitsuya]

Our last quad banner guys💔

[love-and-deepspace-incorrect]

MC: Hey I'm gonna go to the mall. Wanna come?

Xavier: Well I know a place with a bunch of nice free hoodies and t-shirt. You also get to have free snacks and watch free movies and a comfy bed to sit on and cuddle

MC: Where?

Xavier: It's called my place and closet. Wanna go there instead?

[piixcelz]

꒰ .` i dont want this.

prompt: in which you tell the LnD men you dont want this

feat. xavier , zayne , rafayel , sylus

tw: slight suggestiveness , fem!reader

note: guys i promise im gonna post the other bf headcannons but i js wanted to get something out in the meantime , sorry for the slight hiatus but happy 2025! i love you guys so much and thank you for all the support!!

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