#lnds xavier

[smthstupidlikeily]

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Xavier girlies always seem so soft, until you find out how much they wanted to Outdom Xavier.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Hi!! can i request the Lads men reaction to mc asking for reparations for the start of bhm?? Since it’s a running joke in the community i’d love to see how’d it play out with them 😭😭

Happy Black History Month! 🤎

Texting the LADS men asking for reparations. This one is specifically for the black community. I love all of my followers, lurkers and readers, but don't forget I'm black before anything else. ‼️THIS IS A JOKE‼️ Do not get in my inbox or my messages w/ racist comments, rude comments or death threats.

[aikkyuu]

MC and Xavier Core

[rcvcgers]

A Thousand Miles

this is how i would imagine the boys would react to "a thousand miles" by vanessa carlton while in the car!

word count: 1.4k words

warnings: none!

author's note: my sister turned this song on in the car today so of course i had to make a post about it!

Sylus

Sylus knows how much you love listening to music. He couldn’t stand to see you disappointed whenever you couldn’t listen to your playlist whenever you went on joyrides together.

So when he picked you up from your apartment with brand new helmets with bluetooth audio, Sylus knew he was the best boyfriend ever by your squeals and the way you peppered kisses all over his face.

He made sure your helmet had cat ears on it too because you’re his kitten.

Sylus chuckled as you jumped for joy, struggling to tighten the straps of your helmet as you swipe through your endless list of playlists.

Sylus helped you onto the bike, absolutely loving the way your body molded to his. He guided your arms around his torso, placing your hands on his abdomen just the way he likes it.

Ten minutes into your joyride is when the song comes on.

Sylus’s body goes frigid for a moment, having to listen closely as the piano notes rang through his ears. He didn’t even notice as your hands moved up his chest, gripping his pecs.

You sang along to the song and very innocently squeezed his pecs along to the beat of the chorus. You even alternated between the right and the left because you were in a silly goofy mood.

A smirk formed on his lips when he heard you singing the lyrics, “cause I need you, and I miss you!”

You need him? Well, who is he to say no to his kitten?

His grip on the throttle tightened, his fist turning it as his motorcycle lunged forward, weaving through traffic so he can show you just how much he needs and misses you too.

Zayne

Zayne is arguably one of the best drivers on the road. He doesn’t speed and he always makes sure to use his blinker when changing lanes.

He knows how much you hate it when he goes the speed limit, knowing that everyone in the world goes at least 5 miles over it.

That’s how you two settled into a fun routine of you putting on music and trying to get Zayne to break and sing with you. It hasn’t happened yet, though, but it doesn’t make you any less determined to make him crack!

“Alright, Zayne,” you smiled as you landed on the perfect song, “gird your loins because I’m going to get you to break!”

Zayne raised an eyebrow and looked at you out of the corner of his eye. His face remained stoic as the beginning piano notes flowed through the car’s speakers.

Really? This is your song? He shook his head and knew that this was the easiest challenge you’ve brought to him. He listened as you belted out the lyrics, matching the dramatics and tone of the song.

At one point, you even held your fist to his mouth as if it were a microphone. Zayne didn’t give in, though, and remained stoic as he weaved through the Linkon traffic.

What got him to break, though, was the beat of the song. It was…appealing to him. He liked the beat and how they repeated in a predictive order. He didn’t even realize that his finger was tapping against the steering wheel.

You gasped and pointed at him. You passed the music as he rolled his eyes, looking away.

“Did I manage to break the Dr. Zayne?”

“It seems like you have, my love.”

Xavier

Xavier was knocked out in the passenger seat of your shared car. After a long day of fighting Wanderers and arguing with Tara about who gets the honor of dealing with all the paperwork (which Xavier has admitted to never doing during his time at the Association), he was slumped to say the least.

You quietly played music to pass the time, opting to drive around just a bit longer so Xavier can get as much sleep as he can before, well, falling asleep yet again in your bed.

You held back an excited squeal when the song came on. You haven’t heard it in years! It brought back so many happy memories for you.

You gently turned the volume knob to the side, the volume increasing ever so slightly, as the singer’s voice sang the lyrics. You hummed along, popping your shoulders up and down, containing your giggles. When the chorus kicked in, you couldn’t help but sing along!

“And now I wonder…if I could fall, into the sky, do you think time, would pass me by?”

You turned your head and looked over at Xavier, who stared at you with those big blue eyes of his. It shocked you, though, and the car swerved before you quickly gained control of it.

“It doesn’t make sense,” he said, looking out the window and at the moon, crossing his arms over his chest as he gets comfortable in his seat.

“What doesn’t make sense?” You followed up, glancing his way as you drove the car back to your apartment.

“How does one ‘fall’ into the sky? That’s not how gravity works.” Your snort earned a half-glare from him. “What? What’s so funny?”

“I don’t think she meant it literally, baby!”

“Oh…well that’s just lazy songwriting.”

Rafayel

Rafayel wanted to be the only one in charge of your weekend plans. He needed it to be perfect for you! Rafayel had the very bright idea of renting a convertible, since the city was known for its coastal views along the highway.

So he put you in charge of the weekend playlist!

Rafayel helped you into the passenger seat of the convertible, quickly making his way to the driver side. The two of you decided to buy silly sunglasses for each other from a local store for your scenic car trip along the coast.

Rafayel got you a pair with obscenely large lenses and the frames were bedazzled with red and purple stones. You got him a pair of children’s sunglasses that were way too small for his face with shark fins that poked from the lenses.

“This is an insult to sharks,” he grumbled, the car speeding towards the highway.

You flicked through the songs on your playlist, trying to find the perfect song to start off the drive. You clicked it when you found it, a smile growing on your face when Rafayel gasped, looking over at you.

It was your song. Cheesy, yes, but it’s oh so good.

You and Rafayel belted out the lyrics and put the volume on full blast, your hair flying with the wind. He pressed the gas pedal all the way to the floor, soaring to top speeds.

It wasn’t long until sirens rang from behind you. The encounter ended with Rafayel getting a hefty speeding ticket. He looked over at you, shark sunglasses still on his face when he said, “sharks are always at the scene of the crime. Never forget that, cutie.”

Caleb

Your local movie theater was doing a weekend romcom extravaganza and Caleb decided to buy you tickets for a showing of your favorite movie. He showed up at your door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and another bouquet of your favorite candy.

Were your jacket pockets and purse going to be filled with said candy? Yes. Absolutely. But Caleb was going to help you shove his box of MilkDuds into an empty crevice! So it was worth it.

He parked in a spot far away from the entrance and walked to your side of the car. You sat with the candy bouquet in your lap, beaming at him. The radio played in the background and he rested his forearm the open car door, leaning down.

“You ready, pip-squeak?” Caleb mused with a smile. You nodded and handed the bouquet to him.

“Stuff me!”

The two of you spent the next five minutes shoving bags and small boxes of candy into every pocket you had. M&Ms went in your jean pockets while mini Reeses were tucked inside the sleeve of your jacket. You stood in a t-pose while Caleb slipped more and more candy into your clothing.

The song on the radio was catchy and the two of you found yourself singing along, the lyrics echoing off the parking garage walls. You swayed your hips, dodging as he tried to slip red licorice into your pants.

“Stay still for me, pip-squeak!” He laughed. You rolled your eyes and obeyed, glancing at the clock in his car.

“Shit! Caleb, we’re late!” You gasped and he popped right up, scooping you into his arms as he ran towards the movie theater doors.

[milknhoneybeez]

I’m the one that needs to be in a cage

XAVIER: Don't be scared. It'll be over soon enough. Then you'll never leave me.

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE — Tomorrow's Catch-22

↳ SYLUS | ZAYNE | CALEB | XAVIER | RAFAYEL

[crimsonsoughtrainbutterfly]

Rafayel: I need a new tub, the current one is not big enough for me and my cutie.

Rafayel: *goes online and sees a giant tub* Oh this would be perfect!

Xavier: *looks over Rafayel's shoulder* Is that a fish tank?

Rafayel: What the fuck? No! It's a glass tub!

Xavier: That's a fish tank...

Rafayel: No! See the name is 'Extra Giant Ta-... Tank for... sharks'...Omg... I almost put myself into a tank... 😱😱

Sylus: Who knew you wanted to be a display peice so badly? Haven't you killed humans for that very thing?

Rafayel: Fight me.

Sylus: No, I wouldn't want to hurt your pretty skin it'll ruin the effect.

Rafayel: 👹🤬🔪

MC: I mean... the current tub is nice and big enough 😌...

*chaos erupts behind MC*

[manikas-whims]

“Are you saying i can’t look at the things that remind me of you?”

*Xavier doesn’t say anything. He leans in, and quickly becomes all you can see.*

This man wants us to look only at him!

(love how lil things like marbles to grand things like moon & stars remind MC of Xav)

[classfiedyapper]

LADS MEN SEEING YOU IN TRADITIONAL WEAR FOR THE FIRST TIME (Desi Version Pt.1)

(Content under the cut cause I am gonna ramble first😭)

SFW, fluff, mildly suggestive I think?

AN: guys!!!! I am crying the reaction for my last head cannon post was very overwhelming I was expecting like 5 notes and maybe 2 re blogs but damn you guys showed me so much love so I felt like it was my responsibility to pay back for such kindness, so here it is.

Also asks are open for those who want to request something, it doesn't have to be Desi centric anything you want, xx.

Ps. The outfits described are inspired by the ones I have owned lol. (Sorry got in too depth of the details you can skip thats)

Ps. Part two will be out in two days max.

Xavier

It wasn't everyday you choose to dress up in your traditional wear, not because it wasn't something you wanted it was only because there weren't that many occasions.

So, when one of you closes cousin got hitched you knew you were going to go all out, because hey! What is a Desi event, if not a better version of Met Gala.

Xavier was quite excited to see you too mostly because you would not stop buzzing about the saree you had ordered from the boutique , every time you two met since the day you ordered it, you couldn't keep your mouth shut, you chose not to show him anything or tell him the color since you wanted to see a raw reaction.

The day arrived quickly you waited for Xavier to arrive at the venue since you had went to the brides home and got ready there and went with her to the venue, as much as Xavier wanted to go with you as he felt a but awkward, he understood that right now you needed to be with your girl.

One of your other cousin escort him inside the venue as he was now also a cherished member of the family and it wasn't long when Xavier's eyes, that somehow were a little too good at spotting you no matter the crowd, fell on you and he held his breath, completely and utterly stunned.

There you stand in all your glory with a shimmering rose-gold saree that draped gracefully around you. The blouse, fitted and elegant, had delicate embroidery along the sleeves and the saree’s border was adorned with intricate silver embellishments, glinting softly like scattered stars. It hugged your frame, flowing down to the floor in smooth, silky folds. Bangles jingled on your wrists, and a golden pendant rested against collarbone beautiful and henna design on your hand and the hair up do decorated with with white flowers, completing the timeless, ethereal look. Xavier's heart was thumping loud, he gave you a once over. You looked nothing less like royalty. Some he would willingly bow his head in front of and be honored.

"Xavier!" You called out rushing towards him, or well trying too, and pulled him in an embrace and his arms wrap around you almost dropping the gift he had brought with him, catching a few look from the aunties but you did not care one bit, you had been separated far too long. "Xavier I was waiting- uh Xavier?" You pulled away from the hug to look at him only to be met with his piercing sapphire gaze "why would you deprive me of such look, my star." he almost sound offended at the fact you never graced his eyes with such astounding beauty before.

Regardless of his accusations you chuckled "are you trying to say that I look pretty?" You say your head tilted.

Xavier shakes his head with a sigh "pretty is such small word, I don't think that's how I will describe it" he says, he reaches out touch the the strand of hair that you meticulously left into curls, they wrap around his finger and Xavier leans down to kiss it since he couldn't kiss your face like he wanted, worried he might ruin the makeup. Mind full of the fact you must have spend good chunk of time and effort to perfect it for the event.

"Then how would you describe it" you poke, there was no way you would let him go, after all you wanted to look pretty for him too.

Xavier's loving gaze intensified into something more lust full "how about I show you instead my little star" he says looking down at your neck line, shamelessly peeking at cleavage and spoke "is there a room-ow" he was cut off, you pinched his arm with a flustered face "Xavier! The event haven't even started and you are trying to ruin my look" you whisper yell at him and he only smirked. "What can I say my little star, the way you look right now I will not be keeping my hands of you" Xavier declares as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and you roll your eyes "as if you ever keep your hands off me" you say and he just shrugged "I will touch what is right fully mine, you can not stop me" he says kissing the crown of your head, he could feel the pout forming on your lips. " can't you compliment me normally for once, xavy?"

His lips quirked up in smile, his hand finally moved from your waist, now holding your hand as he brings it up to his face placing gentle kiss on the knuckle, peeking at his name on your wrist, that made him much more smug "you look gorgeous my love" he kisses the fingers "graceful" another kiss, this time on the wrist right by his name "elegant and-" he takes deep breath before continuing "breathtaking"

A blush crept up your cheek and you giggled, now satisfied and you opened up your mouth to say something when one aunty who was turning green with envy, decided to interrupt "oh you two, the the function is about start move along" she scolds, Xavier turns to her his face contorted in annoyance, he looks back at you and you shook your head the turn to the lady "we will be right there, let's go Xavier!" With one last look you both left the woman alone.

And for the rest of the night Xavier followed you around holding your anchal, making sure no one bothers you in any sort of way.

Zayne

Black on black is zaynes favorite combination for most of the occasions, and even now after you had infiltrated his wardrobe and his life, he still had lots of outfit in that color code. It was your first time wearing something like this since ever since you came here to linkon it was hard to find traditional wear, zayne had it custom made it for you by a well known boutique owner, and you thought it was time to finally wear it and show it to him.

So, for tonight's hospital banquet you decided to follow that, you figured that's what he will show up in black on black again so might as well match together like the power couple you are.

So you picked out the brand new qameez suit, knowing zayne he would be nagging you in the next 5 minutes since that's when they had planned to leave the house. You picked up the pace, completing the light gold eye makeup with prominent eyeliner, stepping back you examined yourself from head to toe, feeling pretty confident in your look.

It was a simple yet stylish black outfit, consisting of a long, straight-cut qameez with subtle sequin embroidery scattered across the fabric, the shimmers under the warm light. The qameez had a round neckline and sheer, full-length sleeves with delicate patterns that added a soft texture to the otherwise plain design. Underneath, it had a matching black shalwar falling just above the ankles.

A lightweight black dupatta, its edges adorned with embroidered motifs that mirrored the design on her qameez. A small, round white clutch with a beaded pattern, which stood out against the dark tones of the attire. You add matching jhumkas.

Just then your Mr.husband called out "we are late darling" making you roll your eyes out "five more minutes!" Calling back and leaned over the counter and begin to apply a deep shade of red that looked confident and classy kind of sexy with over all look.

Zayne walked in cleaning his glasses, putting them on with practiced ease "Dear we were suppose to-" his words were caught in his throats as he looks at you "oh.." He unconsciously steps towards you while you were still applying the red lipstick adding a little bit of a gloss on top if it, your eyes moved up to look at him through the reflection "hmm?" Before going right back to task at hand, lightly smacking your lips making sure nothing was out of line.

Zayne clears his throat "nothing, its just....I was aware you'd be looking beautiful in this attire but I what I did not expect you to look this...ravishing" he breaths out. In an instant could feel swarm of butterflies creating havoc in your tummy "mhm? Ravishing? Dr. Zayne this is a modest outfit I was suppose to look modest and classy" you couldn't help but laugh at the iron as you turn to face only to meet his smoldering gaze that you were still somehow not used and got easily flustered.

He steps closer only couple feet away from you, your back pressed on the counter. "I know I am well aware, however, its not the dress my love" he holds your chin making you look up at him l, his eyes on your redden lip "its you who is ravishing" he says as he smirks, his pointy canine on display.

And just like that something in you short circuited, stuttering incoherently you tried to shoo him off saying you needed to find your heels, but he remain firm. "I got you something" he says in his breathy tone opening the jacket of his coat and fishing out two pair of gajrays, that he wordlessly puts on you and you had the biggest smile on your face that was until you noticed he was wearing grey and brown suit instead. Zayne notices your brows knit together and he knew what was coming, you going on a rampage "zaynie, I thought you were going to wear black you always wear black all the time and so I wore black too I told you I was gonna wear the black attire you got, and so you should have gotten the hint to wear black too instead you wear grey and fricken brown I mean we were suppose to look like power couple tonight mmf-" he cuts you off, a finger pressed on the plush of your lips "no need to be fussy I'll go change for you, begum" and just like that you were melted, making his smirk bigger, tsk its too damn easy now for him. You nod and he removes his finger, red stain of your lips on his finger that he licks off making you blush harder "okay okay go now" you says pushing him out not wanting to look at his smug face because damn it this man had you eating out of his palm at times.

And you know what? You wouldn't have it any other way.

Rafayel

Rafayel had been screaming-crying-throwing up, begging on the floor, for you to wear a lehnga for him. He had saw you once scrolling through your Pinterest looking at pretty lehnga and was hit with tremendous force of inspiration. Rafayel had painted you, a lot, like way over the normal amount should be. In many ways and using different color hues and settings, they were all so stunning, you loved them all so much and honestly it was such and ego boost every time he showed his painting of you, but he always complained about not being able to capture your true beauty. That was until he saw you looking at the Pinterest and realized he hadn't seen you in your traditional wear ever, let alone paint you in it, and right after that day he had been on your case to wear it for you.

Its not that you didnt want to wear it was just that you couldn't find one. When you made the mistake of telling him that you found him on the phone with none other then The Zainab Chotani. You knew you had to intervene. You told him you will find a dress on your own but it was too late he had placed the order one of the elites of south Asian fashion because of course his darling couldn't have anything less then that.

"Cutieeeee how much longerrrr?" Rafayel whines from outside the locked room, you had strictly told him not to enter or he will be getting his ass kicked, as protest rafayel had camped outside, sitting by the door, waiting.

Once you were ready you took a deep breath and leave the room. She made her way to the studio and sees him sitting on the stool with a big canvas in front of him, he was sulking ofcourse.

"Just a little longer this stupid fricken teeka, is NOT fixing" you reply to him, it was taking long yes because your beloved lemurian had ordered you a Bridal lehnga. you could here shuffling outside followed by loud knocking "then open the door and let me in I'll help" the impatient artist says but you you wouldn't let him nuh uh. "Rafayel I am almost done please just go to the studio I'll be there damn!" You exasperated "fine...always so mean to me" he mumbles and steps back going back to the studio.

You wore a stunning sky-blue bridal lehenga, intricately embroidered with shimmering silver and gold threadwork. When you twirl the lehenga flared gracefully like gentle waves of the sea, detailed patterns across the skirt, which caught the light with every movement. The fitted blouse was equally adorned with embellishments, a modest neckline and long sleeves that added an elegant touch.

"Rafayel....I am here" she says and he turns too look at you excitement brimming his eyes but that soon turned into awe.

Draped over one shoulder was a rich maroon velvet shawl, contrasting beautifully with the cool blue tones of her outfit. The shawl was bordered with elaborate gold embroidery and scalloped edges, giving it a regal finish. Another lighter blue dupatta, matching the lehenga, was delicately placed over her head.

Her jewelry was traditional and elaborate, a maang tikka rested on her forehead, a teardrop-shaped pendant. She wore a choker necklace layered with cascading strands of pearls a visible ode to his lemurian heritage, adding depth and luxury to her look. Her hands were adorned with intricate henna designs, enhancing the overall bridal look.

And rafayel....well poor guy had fallen from his stool, he had tried to get up very quickly and tripped. "Raffy!" You tried to approach him but he was on his feet already moving towards you "I am fine I am okay, its just you....wow" he breaths his hand reaching out barely touch her face, an artist admiring a masterpiece, scared to ruin it. "You like it?" You ask holding his hand leaning onto his touch. "I love it" he replies in a reverent tone.

Rafayel holds both of your hands kissing each of them, the action making you blush a crimson shade, turning your face away "don't" he warns "let me admire you" he says as you turn back to him. Rafayel drops to his knees feeling like thats how he should be, where he should be. "Maybe I should just marry you now, its been too.damn.long" he says vulnerability lacing his voice.

The thought made you giddy and you pinch his cheek "well i am in a bridal lehnga, let's just do it" you says and he smirks getting up from his spot and aiming straight to get his coat "let me find my shoes and we are done" he says making you giggle "you know I am joking you silly fish" you follow him and soft sound of your Bengals echoes. Rafayel turns to you and pout "tsk now that's just mean, but whatever you say cutie, just know I will not be waiting long" he says and make you roll your eyes at him again until you see him going over his canvas and removing it

"I am, its just this canvas isn't big enough to capture what I have in mind" rafayel smirks.

"Wait weren't you going to paint me?"

And this is basically the story behind his mural of you in the living room, you with your lehnga all spread out and him on with his head on your lap.

[cathedralofaudra]

LADS men finding out you SH

Part 1 - Xavier

Tags: self-harm, angst, hurt/comfort (Kinda), fluff & angst, breaking and entering, no use of Y/N

!!By clicking ahead you are consenting to viewing media with disturbing topics!!

It was after a mission, taking down a rogue Wanderer that had entered the city. Wiping sweat off your brow, you straighten, stretching your arms above your head. Your back creaks as you turn to your partner, who's straight-faced as always. Xavier looks over to you, flicking Wanderer ash off his Lightblade.

"Are you alright?" Xavier asks, stepping closer to you.

With a deep sigh, you swing your arms back to your sides. "That was annoying." You say, turning your head to cough into your shoulder.

Xavier shrugs, looking in the direction of the street. "Let's go back."

You nod, bending over to pick up the Wanderer's Protocore. Your sleeves ride up slightly, scabs from your nightly activities catch on the fabric. You rise, handing Xavier the Protocore.

Looking down at your hand, Xavier catches sight of the dried blood on your wrist. His eyes widen, his brows furrowing. He pushes away the Protocore, taking your arm in his hand. His grip is light yet firm, rsaising your arm closer to his eyes.

Your breath catches, stones settling in your stomach. "Xavier, I..."

You trail off, pulling your arm from his grip and turning away. You rush off down the street, back to the Hunter's Association to drop off the Protocore. Immediately after, you head to your apartment.

Dusk settles over the city as you walk to your apartment. Hands shoved into the pockets of your coat, you decide to take the stairs up to your floor. There's less of a chance of running into Xavier that way. You rush into your apartment, directly to your bathroom to shower.

You stand under the hot water, your muscles aching from work and your wrists sore from the sleeves of your uniform rubbing against your cuts. The water runs pink as the crusted blood peels off your skin, clearing the view of the cuts.

Deep cuts and scars line your arms, some healed, some fresh. Years of self-mutilation had dulled the feeling of pain in your wrists. You scrub at your wrists mindlessly, blood beading in the valleys you created in your skin. The water has turned cold by the time you step out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel.

You dry off and dress in a large hoodie and some sleep shorts, settling on your sofa with a cup of tea. You clutch your Alien Kid plushie to your chest, thinking back to Xavier.

He was never supposed to find out. Nobody was, even your therapist. You press your cheek into the arm of the sofa, laying across it with your knees to your chest. You zone out, absently stroking circles on the side of the plushie.

The sound of crashing wakes you from your reverie. You sit up, whipping your head around to find theb source of the noise. You slowly stand, creeping toward your bathroom. Peeking into the doorframe, your heart stops.

Xavier is crouched, rummaging around under your sink. You watch him search with guilt weighing on your chest.

"This would be easier if you told me where you hide them." He states, his voice low. His tone makes you shiver and look away, stern yet careful as he addresses you. Xavier pointedly keeps his gaze away from you, rummaging through the junk under your sink.

Your voice is lower than a whisper when your speak, but you know he hears it. "When did you... Why are you here, Xavier?"

He scoffs, finally looking at you. His eyes are red and watery as he stares up at you. "I refuse to ignore your pain," He starts, seething, "How long were you planning on hiding this from me?"

Your voice catches in your throat. You turn, unable to hold the weight of his gaze. He stands, taking your shoulders in his hands and forcing you to look at him. He raises his hands to your face, a stray tear falling as he presses his forehead to yours.

"Why?" Xavier whispers, his voice thick with tears. His bright blue eyes bore into yours, and you feel your heart break a little.

You struggle to find an answer, your own tears blurring your vision. All you can manage is a weak, "I don't know."

Xavier shakes his head, pulling you into his chest. He teleports the two of you to your bedroom, falling back onto your bed with you in his arms. He curls around you, tears wetting your hair as he tucks your head under his chin.

"I love you, I'll never let you suffer alone." He whispers, pressing his lips to your head. He keeps repeating it until you fall asleep or believe him, whichever comes first.

By the time you wake up, he hasn't moved.

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A/N: Here's my first fic for Love & Deepspace. I know it's sad, but I'm using this as an outlet. I've been getting really depressed lately and feel like I could relapse at any point, so I'm channeling that here.

[rene-lads-nikki-trashcan]

Checking in on all the LIs to see how they dress today :

There's the normal trio....

Then, there's Zayne giving me full Kitty Butler service...

And then, there's Sylus.

ISTG, I could not trust this man to dress normal on his own 😂😭😂😭

He dresses like he pressed the "Recommended" button shortly before going on a Styling Battle in Infinity Nikki.

[writingastory]

Xavier:🍋-Alphabet

Warnings: Explicit (obviously lul), written for fem!reader

Genre: Canon AU; MC (including storylines) is non-existent.

A/N: Time to bring this classic back. 😏

A = Aftercare

🌟 Xavier is such a sweet soul. Before Aftercare even becomes a thought, he just wants to bask in Afterglow: steal soft kisses from your lips, plant the sweetest kisses everywhere his mouth can reach, pressing himself to you as close as he can (without suffocating you).

🌟 He just needs a few moments of snuggling like this, with him still inside you, until he's naturally slipping out ever so slowly.

🌟 Once that happened, he will ask you what you need and bring it to you. Something to clean yourself, a shirt, a nightgown, a snack, a beverage - you name it, he'll make it happen for you.

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B = Body part

🌟 I feel like Xavier would be obsessed with your hands. They are so small and soft in comparison to his.

🌟 Remember the Nightly Rendevouz? When he held your hand so gently against the window? Yeah, he loves your hands.

🌟 Definitely making sure that your fingers stay entwined from the beginning to the end. He doesn't want to lose that connection, under no circumstances.

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

🌟 He loves to creampie you.

🌟 More specifically, he loves cumming deep inside you - and then watch his seed trickle out of you slowly.

🌟 Please don't be shy to spread your legs for him and let him watch.

🌟 Bonus points if you let him rub you to another high and he gets to watch your sweet pussy flutter and clench, pumping out his cum.

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D = Dirty secret

🌟 Actually, this man doesn't really have a classic dirty secret. You basically know everything.

🌟 Except maybe that he thinks about letting you dom him completely for once. He's not quite sure yet how to articulate that wish, but he'll get there.

🌟 Please just bind this man to the bed and wear him out, okay? He needs it every now and then.

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E = Experience

🌟 Not the most experieced, but!

🌟 This man is always very atuned to his loved ones, especially to the woman of his heart. So, he really doesn't need a lot of experience to know what he's doing. He sees and feels your reactions. Xavier quickly understands what you like and what you don't like.

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F = Favorite position

🌟 It's either Flatiron or Missionary.

🌟 Either way, it's gonna be a very close variation. He craves close skin-to-skin contact.

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G = Goofy

🌟 Unintentionally goofy sometimes. Just like he is in real life.

🌟 And that's also kinda the reason: This man has no separate personality for intimacy and sex. You get the same Xavier between the sheets that you get for grocery shopping on a Saturday morning.

🌟 So sometimes, even if he doesn't mean to, he's a little goofy while he's pressing inside of you.

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H = Hair

🌟 Probably doesn't have the wildest hair growth anyway.

🌟 Still, he makes sure it's all neat. Doesn't shave clean though.

🌟 Also doesn't expect you to follow any "routine" for your body hair. You like removing your hair? Okay, sweet. You don't like removing your hair? Okay, sweet.

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I = Intimacy

🌟 He's so focused on satisfying you....

🌟 Seriously, if there's a time he does not think of sleeping... it's this.

🌟 He's so sweet, too. Whispering soft words, greedy for kisses and for touching you...

🌟 He's a very soft dominant man. Yes, he likes calling the shots in bed - but he does so very gently. You're a treasure and you're ought to be treated as such.

🌟 Only exceptions are when you explicitely tell him to be rougher... or when he's jealous. That's another story, though.

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J = Jack off

🌟 Not a fan, honestly. Not even before you two became a thing.

🌟 His thoughts may have derailed every now and then, but never to a point where he had to relief himself in some way.

🌟 Even less since you two became a couple. Why would he use his hands when yours are so much more talented...?

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K = Kink

🌟 Voyeurism.

🌟 Need I say more?

🌟 Check "C" in this post. 😭

🌟 He totally would have you touch yourself while he watches, just saying.

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L = Location

🌟 Everywhere it happens. Except in public. He's not a fan of public sex. That would always be an unpleasant thrill, and he'd have to rush... and he doesn't want that.

🌟 His favorite would be the bed though. Mainly because he can just snooze off once you're both satisfied.

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M = Motivation

🌟 Huge on physical motivation.

🌟 Yes, seeing you in cute or sexy lingerie is awesome... but if you want to get him going, you need to get physical with him.

🌟 Scratch his scalp gently, kiss his neck, nibble on his collarbone - or just boldy squeeze him through his pants. He'll be mush and putty in your hands.

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N = No

🌟 He will not do anything that hurts you.

🌟 He'd probably not even choke you, even if you asked him.

🌟 Harming you is not on his agenda.

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O = Oral

🌟 Loves giving and receiving equally.

🌟 He would not want to finish like this, though. He'd much rather finish deep inside of your perfect pussy. But he loves when you get on your knees for him.

🌟 On the other hand, he loves burying his head between your thighs. This man will take his sweet time with you, spread you open gently and lap at your entrance and your sensitive pearl carefully. He revels in the quivers he feels around his tongue.

🌟 Please pull his hair when he goes down on you, it'll make him moan against you. :)

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P = Pace

🌟 Depends on his mood. If it's a good day, he will take his time. It'll be sensual, passionate, a slow build up to the crashing waves of your orgasms.

🌟 If it's a bad day (or you riled him up, you bad girl), he's gonna be a lot more demanding and fast. He'll pound into you with more vigor and purpose.

🌟 Same happens when you ask him to be a little rougher with you. No matter the occasion: if he happens to fuck you a little harder and faster than usual, he'll make sure to press you down, so that you have no other choice than to take what he gives you.

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Q = Quickie

🌟 Loves shower quickies. I don't make the rules.

🌟 If his morning shower contains washing your hair and filling you up... who is he to complain?

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R = Risk

🌟 The riskiest thing during sex this man will do... is to try out new positions.

🌟 He's not a huge fan of taking risks. He wants intimacy to be enjoyable and not nerve-wrecking.

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S = Stamina

🌟 Lots of Stamina on this one, he's fit as hell.

🌟 Still, he can only go one round - but that round will be worth it. Don't worry, he'll make you finish several times before he even thinks of finishing himself.

🌟 When he finishes, it's like a switch was flipped in his brain. He's satisfied, he doesn't need more than one round.

🌟 That's also why he makes sure you're thoroughly satisfied before him. He knows that once he's done, he can't go on any longer - so he takes care of you first.

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T = Toys

🌟 No.

🌟 Would probably be confused by a lot of them?

🌟 Also, why would you need those? You have him? 🤨

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U = Unfair

🌟 Unintentionally unfair and teasing.

🌟 He's rubbing you so good and you're close? He'd pull away, confused why you're annoyed suddenly? He was just repositioning himself to eat you out. He knows you prefer finishing on his tongue, so why the long face...?

🌟 Also, this man says the lewdest things with the straightest face. "This is welcoming me back so warmly. Can you feel it?" he'd whisper, not understanding why you're embarrassed? He was just stating a fact? :(

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V = Volume

🌟 Noisy, but not loud.

🌟 Definitely a breather and groaner, not necessarily a moaner.

🌟 He'll make sure to breathe and groan right into your ear though, so you can hear him, no worries.

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W = Wild card

🌟 Xavier is so obsessed with your body, but in a non-sexual way. He could spend hours just tracing your form with his fingers, finding all the little imperfections that make you you - and he'd love it.

🌟 So, don't be surprised that you find him watching you getting dressed or undressed or taking a shower. He's not trying to be creepy. He's just in awe of your beauty.

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X = X-ray

🌟 5 inches / 12.7 cm

🌟 Pretty straight, and girthier towards the base. A few veins here and there.

🌟 His tip is slightly pink.

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Y = Yearning

🌟 Surprisingly high. This man could go at any time during the day.

🌟 After your first time of making love, you did it daily - sometimes several times a day - because he simply could not keep his hands to himself.

🌟 You two are still very active, but mostly during "set" times and not just at any time during the day.

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Z = Zzz...

🌟 Okay, we know this man can sleep anywhere, anytime. After sex is no exception. Once you're both clean and comfy, snuggled up under the blankets... he's out. Just like that.

🌟 He'll wrap himself around you btw, so there's no escape. You're sleeping, too. :)

[ourlittleuluru]

My Dearest Partner, I couldn't afford anything too fancy but I got this for you.

It's a ring with a little blue planet with a star on it. Maybe we can name it Uluru

Look, it even opens up and there's a little astronaut. You can call him Xavier too, so that when you wear this ring, it'll be like you're bringing me with you (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)✨

[bunnib4b3s]

Xavier - Cozy Comfort

Synopsis: Getting hurt is part of the job, no need to fret when your loving coworker and boyfriend is there to help and take care of you

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, hurt/comfort(?), kissing, cuddling

Word Count 600+

Living in Linkon during winter seasons was not for the weak. There have been many occasions of the sharp wind hitting your face at unbelievable speeds, combated with the falling snow whipping at your face making it impossible to see.

Imagine that plus fighting wanders in that weather with just your uniform. Obviously the winter under shirt has more coverage, like instead of it being a crop-top, it covered your entire stomach and the shirt was just a tad thicker. All because of “safety”, you were left freezing fighting wanderers without a jacket all evening alongside Xavier.

With the sun going down, you felt yourself succumbing more to the cold, and you movements becoming more rigid as the wanders were managing to get closer. Suddenly you feel a hit and warm blood roll down your back as you fall face first into some snow.

“Ah, shit.” You groaned as loudly as you could.

Suddenly you are picked up, and the familiar scent of laundry detergent blesses your nose as you look up to see a familiar, but concerned face.

“Are you alright?” Xavier brushes the hair and snow off your face as his eyes become wider with worry.

You nod your head and huff, “Can we get out of here before I die of frostbite. My toes are already numb, and I’m slowly losing feeling in my calves.”

Xavier nods and gracefully carries you back to HQ for some stitches on the wound on your back, and to properly warm-up.

Once back in Xavier’s apartment all patched up, you both ordered take-out and sat in silence, taking in one another's presence.

The warmth of Xavier's apartment slowly seeped into your bones, chasing away the lingering chill. You huddled deeper into the blanket he had draped over your shoulders, savoring the comfort it provided. The aroma of hot soup wafted through the air, making your stomach growl in anticipation.

Xavier sat beside you on the couch, his presence a steady comfort. You noticed how he kept glancing at you, concern still etched on his features. Finally, he broke the silence.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I should have been more careful out there. I never meant for you to get hurt."

You turned to face him, touched by the sincerity in his voice. "It's not your fault, Xavier. We both know the risks of our job."

He reached out, gently taking your hand in his. The warmth of his touch sent a flutter through your chest. "Still, I can't bear the thought of losing you. When I saw you fall..." His voice trailed off, eyes clouding with the memory.

Impulsively, you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him. He stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, pulling you closer. You breathed in his familiar scent, feeling safe and protected in his embrace.

"I'm right here," you murmured against his chest. "And I'm not going anywhere."

His gaze softened, and he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. You sighed contentedly, snuggling closer. Xavier's lips found yours next, the kiss soft and sweet. It warmed you from the inside out, chasing away the last remnants of cold.

As you broke apart, you both yawned simultaneously, then chuckled.

"Bed?" Xavier suggested, and you nodded gratefully.

You curled up together under the thick blankets, limbs intertwined. Xavier's arms encircled you protectively, and you rested your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

"Goodnight," you whispered, already feeling sleep tugging at you.

"Sweet dreams," Xavier replied softly, placing one last kiss on the top of your head.

Warm, safe, and content, you drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, the harsh winter night forgotten outside your cozy sanctuary.

A/N: Kind of shit, but I was itching to write after completing my bio stem cell research paper T-T

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[crimsonsoughtrainbutterfly]

MC: Ugh, I'm exhausted... all I want is a glass of wine, a bubble bath, and something to munch on.

MC: *opens door to apartment*

The Guys: *sitting in the dark* Welcome home, MC.

MC: *screaming*

MC: *turns on light* Wtf guys?

Xavier: I wanted to watch our show together.

Rafayel: I wanted to use this new massage oil on you.

Sylus: I brought over some wine and chocolate covered strawberries.

Zayne: I found this fluffy robe and slipper set that I thought you'd like.

Caleb: I made dinner. 😄

MC: Well, spank me and call me Betsy that all sounds amazing. Let's get to work- food then bath.

Caleb: HA! I win.

Rafayel and Xavier: *pouting and handing over a five each to Caleb*