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[deargyu]

Xavier... 😳 I need this card right now!

#xavier!

[deargyu]

Trance

Summary: Astarion is having a hard time trancing, and you offer to help him out in more ways than one.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Cockwarming. Body worship. Sub Astarion (if you squint). Breast play. Precum.

Word count: 2.1k

Astarion was restless.

You could see it clearly from the way he was pacing near his tent, not once stepping inside.

It was odd and unusual even though elves were known to only need a few hours of trancing to replenish their vigour.

Still, you figured maybe you should intervene.

“Astarion?”

You made sure your voice was loud enough for him to hear you from across the camp without sounding too alarm to wake the others.

It was enough to stir his attention, and he stopped in his tracks for a brief moment, before rounding the campfire, as he made his way towards you.

He looked positively drained when you crawled out through the opening of your tent, sitting on the carpeted floor.

“You look awful.”

He scoffed. “I'm quite sure I look far better than you, darling.”

You smiled warmly, knowing fully well it was just his automatic response to being teased.

“Well, what is it? Did you call me here to gawk?”

Astarion had this terrible habit of behaving like a temperamental cat that would make it everyone's problem if any minor inconvenience was thrown at them.

“You can't trace, can you?”

He crossed his arms. “I'm fine.”

Your smile parted your lips. “No need to get defensive, you big cat.”

That disarmed him only slightly.

He dropped his arms, but now held a deep scowl on his handsome face. “I fail to see how you can help out.”

The nature of your relationship with Astarion had longed moved from being merely a forced partnership between two strangers.

He had bedded you more than once and had poured his heart out even against his better judgement.

If there was someone who could help him out, it was you.

Lovers helped each other in various ways.

And he knew it, but his pride and reluctance to show vulnerability often got in the way.

Luckily for him, you had an idea of what could be useful in this case.

You stared down at your shirt and began to undo the top buttons in a very nonchalant way.

Astarion immediately rushed to you, crouching. “What are you doing?”

“This has helped before, right?”

His eyes widened at your silent proposal, but he didn't deny it. How could he? He adored your breasts way too much to turn away such an invitation.

“Are you offering to do it here, though?” he asked with an amused click of his tongue. “I didn't peg you for the exhibitionist type, darling.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks from his cheeky taunt, and you stopped halfway, realising it was enough to offer him a decent view of your chest.

And just like clockwork, Astarion's smugness began to slip as his lips parted in defeat.

It was rather easy to fully disarm him this way.

As such, you rose to your feet and walked back inside with him hurriedly following you, as you untied the strings that held the flaps apart.

You were covered when it came to visual privacy, but the two of you were known to get quite loud at times.

As you sat down on your bedroll, you tilted your head, gaze landing on his lower half.

“Maybe you should undo them.”

He glanced down. “Right.”

Honestly, he didn't have much of a choice. He always got too hard from this, and you wanted to pre-emptively ensure he was as comfortable as possible.

You watched as he tugged at the lacing of his trousers, making room for his cock to grow and thicken freely.

The entire act could be regarded as you merely taking care of him in time of need. 

Its foundation wasn't inherently sexual.

However…

 … it was rather difficult to ignore the rising throb in between your legs.

As much as he adored suckling on your nipples, your yearning for him nearly matched his adoration.

You moved to lay on your side, allowing your breasts to spill out from the shirt, nipples already hardening from the shift in temperature and state of arousal.

In the dark, you were able to spot his crimson eyes glinting briefly as he took the place next to you.

For a few seconds, you simply gaze into each other's eyes in silence.

He was visibly tired.

He needed to trance.

He needed to find comfort.

He needed you.

“Is there something troubling you?” you asked softly.

He snickered. “Besides the worm swimming about in my head?”

You nodded as he shifted closer to you, his cool hand at your hip.

You shivered.

But it was the good kind of shivers.

The type to swell your clit and quicken your heartbeat.

“Darling, we'd be up all night, and I really need the rest.”

Fair enough.

Some forms of distress were better handled this way.

You almost gasped as his hand moved to one breast, caressing the hardened nipple.

“Do you want me pressed up against you?”

Your heart skipped a beat and you pressed your thighs together in reflex.

Gods.

“Do you want to?” you retorted before your voice could crack under the weight of impeding lust.

He shifted even closer, as he squeezed your breast softly im a silent warning.

“I asked you a question.”

It wouldn't take long for you to soak through your undergarments and trousers.

Even though he was clearly exhausted, Astarion adored having you use your words to fuel his own arousal.

“Yes… I think I prefer it.”

This time, you did gasp when he began tracing circles around your nipple with the pad of his thumb.

“And why is that, my sweet?”

He was relentless and you were too transfixed to fight back.

“I enjoy how it feels…” you whispered.

His crotch was now too close to your own and you could feel your clit pulsing evenly from his taunting words.

“And what is it that you enjoy?”

You swallowed, pushing your hips into him. “I enjoy feeling you getting harder and harder…”

And Astarion groaned.

“You're too much of a tease,” he said before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “You'd have me unravel with just words.”

You chuckled through the heavy haze of lust that pooled in your throat. “Likewise.”

He was already hardening against you. You could feel his cock twitch and you could tell he was fighting back the primal urge to roll his hips.

But now wasn't the time.

He needed something else.

His agile fingers kept teasing your nipple, drawing soft whimpers from you.

“I wonder how swollen your clit is for me,” he teased.

But before he could continue, you clicked your tongue. “You talk too much.”

And you moved until you were able to line your breast with his mouth.

His hand immediately dropped and you seized the moment to shove your nipple against his lips, which he promptly parted, welcoming it inside his mouth.

And then he latched beautifully around it..

The most effective way to silence Astarion was to keep his mouth busy.

Your back arched reflexively, as he began to suckle eagerly, hips still flushed against you.

It was hard to keep your thoughts straight from the sight of him hollowing his cheeks with each tug.

You raked your fingers along his soft curls, silently praising him.

His eyes fluttered shut and with an instinctive roll of his hips, you realised just how hard he already was.

It was almost embarrassing how soaked your were for him and how much your body yearned for his cock to be buried deep inside you.

“You're such a good boy…” you found yourself saying before you could think twice.

Astarion was addicted to praise, especially when it came from you.

So, naturally, he moaned in approval.

He looked positively ethereal from this position, completely drunk in you as comfort took over.

But he suddenly pulled away, half-hooded eyes meeting yours. “Call me that again. Please.”

He sounded… desperate.

Oh? This was new.

“And why is that?” you feigned ignorance, caressing his scalp.

He didn't enjoy having his own method of seduction being turned on him, but he was the needy one in this situation.

And so he begged.

“Please… it felt good.”

His twitching cock was proof enough of it.

You glanced at your nipple that was now swollen from his suckling.

“Come here,” you cooed, guiding it into his mouth once again, “and be a good boy.”

“Gods above…” he growled before latching, his hand snaking behing your back and pulling you harder against him.

At this point, you were beginning to wonder if his need to rest hadn't been shoved to the back of his mind.

He seemed way too alert for someone who intended on trancing.

But the answer came soon enough when he let go of your nipple once more.

“Turn around.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Why?”

There was hunger in his eyes. “I need to be inside you.”

It seemed that his submission had been short-lived, and he was once again taking control.

“Are you sure? You ought to rest,” you said, biting your lip and trying your best to ignore the gush of wetness that spilled from you as you clenched.

“I will rest once I'm inside you.”

He seemed determined enough with a sliver of despair dripping from his voice.

You weren't sure this would have the desired effect he sought, but you longed to be filled with him.

Dexterity was what he excelled at, and he swiftly helped you out of your trousers, baring you fully to his gaze.

You could feel your wetness coating your folds as your clit peeked between them, throbbing rhythmically.

A whimper escaped your throat.

A shiver ran down your spine as his fingers parted your folds, so he could stare in awe at how swollen your clit was.

He licked his lips.

“Turn around, darling. Allow me to feel just how warm and wet you are.”

You clenched before doing what you were told, rolling on your other side.

The cool tip of his cock nudged against your backside, smearing precum as he adjusted his position.

You arched into him, parting your legs just enough and bracing yourself for how you'd be struggling at first, even though you were drenched. 

His hand you leg high enough for him to be able to angle himself at your entrance.

You bit your lip and fisted the blanket under you.

His lips were at your ear. “I'll go slow.”

Well, he had to.

There was no other–

He rolled his hips and the tip began to stretch you, causing any coherent thoughts to be put on hold.

Gods… why does he have to be so thick…

“Clenching won't help… you know this by now,” he groaned in your ear, struggling to push along your tightening walls.

You couldn't help but to clench.

It was your own body's way of setting the pace.

“Let me sink fully into you.”

You moaned as he went on, and you placed your hand in between your legs, fingers finding his cock just so you could feel how much it was left for him to slide inside. 

He chuckled. “You adore doing that, don't you? Feeling how hard I am for you as you take me.”

You mewled a reply, keeping yourself from clenching as he sank until you felt his heavy balls against the tips of your fingers.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as stilled.

“Such a good girl.” he praised, planting a kiss below your ear.

You caressed his balls, the motion causing the heel of your hand to rub against your clit.

You shuddered as he growled.

The difference in temperature would soon be forgotten as your heat enveloped his cock.

But Astarion had seemingly stilled for good.

He let go of your leg, allowing you to press your thighs together, as he wrapped his arm around you, hand settling in between your heaving breasts.

“Are you sure you can trance like this?” you asked, removing your own hand from between your legs.

His lips moved to the side of your neck. “I've been meaning to try this for too long. You're so warm… so tight…”

You clenched involuntarily around him.

“I know you crave my seed, but we should rest,” he said, sounding quite drowsy.

You wanted nothing more than to be filled to the brim with his cum, but that would have to wait.

The clenches were now sparse and far in between as you got used to the prospect of falling asleep with his cock stuffed inside you.

He was probably leaking insane amounts of precum, and that did put a smile on your face.

His cock twitched a few times more, before fully stilling, but as hard as ever.

“Astarion?” you whispered.

His head had slumped behind yours, and he seemed to have drifted off into the early beginnings of his trance.

Your clit was still swollen and begging for attention, but you were willing to sacrifice that if it meant falling asleep this way.

Masterlist

[deargyu]

zayne core !! the icy and guarded childhood friend who harbors feelings far deeper than just the surface of the iceberg...

#zayne! #GOOD LORD #I SEE THE VISION OMG #im about to drop

[deargyu]

I'm in love with him ♡

#xavier! #HES SO CUUUUTE #I LOVE HIM

[deargyu]

in disbelief ⤫

➢ summary requested: in what world has a man like zayne ever been on a date? or, zayne’s coworkers can’t believe that he has a lover

➢ content: zayne x fem!reader; 1564 words; fluff & crack myb; medical drama vibes but not really, i clearly do not know how hospitals work 

➢ notes: just to make sure i googled if doctors could date their patients and it said no so we’re not gonna listen to that bc i wanna stay sorta true to canon and bc ur so cool as a hunter and he's ur hot doctor ok enjoy 😉 (some of the characters & references are from his anecdotes & text chats)

Greyson leaves Zayne’s office with a look of shock written all over his face. There was, a smile. A real, legitimate smile on the cardiac surgeon’s face that shouldn’t be there considering the three surgeries during their current fourteen hour shift. Though it was nearing the end, Zayne never did more than sigh when he was off the clock. 

“Are you alright, Dr. Greyson?” The head nurse calls out to him from the end of the hall. It seemed that he was leaning against the door for some time now and his reaction was still lingering. “Did something happen?” Greyson shakes his head and walks away from the office, though Nurse Lia follows him as he gestures for her to. 

Once they round the corner, he keeps his voice low. 

“I think Dr. Zayne has a girlfriend.”

“What? Are you sure?” Nurse Lia then catches her volume too loud so she turns her head around but she didn’t quite check if there was no one else around. She whispers, “Did you figure out who?”

“I knew it!” The two turn their heads to the side to where the supply closet was. There, to their surprise, stood the old janitor who had his arms crossed with the mop placed precariously in its bucket. 

“Mr. Kelly…” Nurse Lia says carefully but Greyson only laughs. The janitor shakes his head. 

“After being here for years, you get some joy observing how you all change. And I’ve had that assumption for months now.”

“Well, well, it looks like we’re not the only ones noticing some change.”

“Or making a bet,” in steps one of the older residents, Dr. Roland, “my money’s still on that girl from the cafe.” Greyson pats his shoulder as he passes by. 

“I think you’re going to lose then—I think it’s his designated hunter.”

“What about that young lady he takes walks with every Thursday.”

“Wow, you really have been on observation duty.”

“Well, whoever it is,” Nurse Lia starts, “we’re not even sure if he has a lover. Those three could just all be friends.” She turns to Greyson, “What did you even see in there that makes you say so.”

Greyson thinks back to what exactly made him so shocked, and he was certain that it wasn’t just the smile. 

When he had walked in to bring a file he needed to look over with Zayne, the surgeon was standing near his window looking far off across the buildings. It wasn’t unusual to catch him doing so but what was, was the fact that he hadn’t even heard Greyson come it. His assistant had cleared his throat and he swore that Zayne flinched a little before asking for what he was doing there. 

The next action took him by the most surprise. When Greyson begins to leave, Zayne’s phone buzzes on the table and never in his life did Greyson see a man flip it over at the speed of light. And that wasn’t all. 

Greyson was already walking towards the door but with one last look over his shoulder to say his goodbyes for the night: there was that smile. A full blown not-a-small-grin smile. 

He tells this to Nurse Lia, Janitor Kelly, and Dr. Ronald. They exchange knowing looks.

“Ah,” Mr. Kelly says, “this old man’s seen too much.”

—

Word seems to get around quickly so that the cafeteria is full of going over reports, eating, and talking. And the topic? 

Dr. Zayne’s love life.

John the intern sits at one of the tables trying to go over his notes but he can’t help but eavesdrop on the other interns beside him. He wasn’t one to indulge in gossip, since he wasn’t much of a social person, but after being around Dr. Greyson, he kind of rubbed off on him. 

“Apparently he’s had a girlfriend all this time?”

“I mean, any one with any personality can, but I can’t see Dr. Zayne of all people being in a relationship with anyone.”

“To be fair, we’ve known him for like four months now.”

Being assigned to the Division of Cardiac Surgery ensures that John sees Dr. Zayne at least once a week whether that be to shadow him during surgeries, nearly feel him watching over his shoulder as he does his own surgeries, and going over cases and file’s in the doctor’s office. 

He doesn’t notice anything unusual, though, John chalks it up to the fact that he’s more nervous about making mistakes during work and can barely think about anything but his notes. But his peers seem to be the same amount of stressed and still had time to think about this stuff. 

Maybe it was their mental break or something. He could try to join in.

“John,” he freezes at the call of his name. They were all familiar with each other already so in break rooms they just referred to one another with their first names. The one who called on him was another cardiac intern. “Have you noticed anything strange about Dr. Zayne?”

John really thinks about it, but again, his notes. So he shakes his head.

“It would be interesting if there was someone.”

“Why?”

“It’d make him seem less… mean? That’s not really the right word to describe him.” The intern to his left muses. “Human, maybe?”

If you really think about it, Zayne wasn’t a mean person. Sure, he was stoic and calculated, but his actions showed more warmth than one could guess. You just had to get to know him past the rumors. John thinks about that old man.

By coincidence, Dr. Zayne walks in to get some lunch and everyone is suddenly quieter. They watch with hawk-like eyes as he quickly grabs his food. When he turns, there’s a glint of a key that hangs over his white coat pocket. 

It’s covered by the face of a cute penguin.

“He definitely has a girlfriend.” An intern says and John can’t help but agree.

—

Doris finds herself exhausted from the recent surgery. She’s been a surgeon for a good chunk of years but one can never say that it doesn’t get tiring. And with a doctor like Zayne, she knew that the patient was in good hands. 

The surgery was to place an implantable cardioverter-defibrillator in a man who was at high risk for a cardiac arrest. He had a history of heart problems already and had joked around with everyone that his wife was the main cause for his heart palpitations. The man was a delight to be around and told jokes when he could. Doris thinks back to one particular one that it has her chuckling to herself.

“What’s so funny?” Dr. Greyson walks over to where she’s sitting and she shakes her head. She sees that Dr. Zayne was walking with him as well.

“Thinking about what Mr. Wen told us before his surgery. ‘If you steal someone’s heart, do you get cardiac arrested?’” Doris laughs again despite herself and Greyson, ever the cheerful guy, does the same. 

Though, neither would have expected a reaction from the other. Zayne lets out a small chuckle (there was a twinkle in his eyes, Doris could attest) and when the two doctors whip their heads to face him, he turns his own and mutters about needing to finish work in his office. 

—

You didn’t think it was too much to wait for him, despite what he says. Two hours wasn’t too bad and if anything, you were able to browse the hospital giftshop to pass the time. Greyson had greeted you out in the waiting room before your appointment and you knew him as Zayne’s assistant. He was a nice guy who held pleasant conversation, but there was a certain tone in his voice that had some ulterior motive. It felt like he was trying to analyze you.

You simply shrugged it off and went about the rest of your wait at that gift shop then.

outside to enjoy the rest of the day before the sun set. Waiting for Zayne wasn’t uncommon, but today was a good day to try the special dinner menu at that cafe you both frequented. 

The two hours pass by quickly when you see him exit the hospital doors and his eyes light up upon seeing you sitting down on the stone. 

“I told you to wait inside. It’s cold out.”

“It’s 68 degrees.”

“There’s wind.” You smile and shake your head, allowing him to lead the two of you to the parking spaces for his car.

—

The cafe looks like a different type of cozy in the night time with the fairy lights being the only things illuminating the entire building. The dinner menu isn’t too different but it was still new and worth a try. 

“Did you like it?” Zayne asks as the bell rings behind him, signaling that another customer has arrived. You nod happily and he reaches over the table to place his right hand over your left. He feels a spread of warmth through his chest at the feeling of metal under his finger. 

—

Ronald has the same look on his face Greyson had weeks ago. And all he wanted was to try the new menu.

“Dr. Ronald?” Lia and Greyson were there with him. Mr. Kelly is not too far away. “What—“

He pauses and looks right at them.

“He’s married.”

[deargyu]

zayne fluff that’s all i ask for !!!!!

-🎬

" 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 doing?" A heavy sigh tumbles from Zayne's lips before he pinches the bridge of his nose, nudging his glasses up in the process. "Don't think I haven't noticed you inching closer to me in the last ten minutes."

You give him your best impression of an innocent smile, but it does nothing to sway him and only prompts him to gaze at you over the rim of his glasses. He thumbs the edge of the book he's currently engrossed in, another medical book with terminology you wouldn't dare to try and pronounce, before releasing a heavy sigh.

"What is it?"

You scoot closer to him. "Why don't you ever take off your glasses?"

It's clear that your question catches him off guard, he shifts in his seat before setting the book aside. "That's not quite true, I take them off when I shower, when I sleep. There are also times throughout the day-"

"I meant around me."

Zayne falls quiet after your interruption and it's only then when he realizes he's been thumbing at the edge of the glasses and the frame of them. Your hand had wrapped itself around his much larger palm, ignoring the slight chill of his skin meeting yours. When his gaze flickers to yours there's question behind it, but also a reserved, tender softness that he only ever allows himself to reveal to you and no one else.

You hover, wait, take one slow breath after the other as your eyes search his, taking in the haziness behind them. It's almost comical — how you're able to reduce such a icy king to nothing but a puddle of warmth between your palms.

Tenderly you nudge the tip of the glasses off his nose, taking them by the rim and ever so slowly sliding them off your face. He blinks a few times as dark hair falls across his eyes, tickling thick lashes as he takes you in. How you ended up in his lap is beyond him, but that's the last of his worries, especially when you're drinking him in like he's the last thing on earth you're gonna get to witness.

"I..." The syllable lingers on your tongue as you tilt your head, squinting your eyes a little as your eyes dance across his features, taking in the slight bump of his nose bridge, his cupids bow, the slight downturn of his lips before they snap back up to his eyes. "I think you look handsome like this. Without the glasses."

Zayne brings a palm up to his jaw, rubbing it back and forth. "You do?"

You nod. "Don't I compliment you enough?" you tease, your smile only growing when you notice how he ducks his head away. His name tumbles from your lips in a feather light exhale which prompts him to turn his face back towards you.

Your expression softens into something far more delicate than before as you nudge closer. You hear him exhale, feel the slight tremble of his breath as you come to rest your forehead against his before he closes his eyes.

He feels one gentle kiss being placed right on his cupids bow. Then another on his nose. Kiss by kiss you decorate his faces with remnants of your lips, imprinting them on his skin as a memoir of your unspoken promise.

He relishes in the feeling, tucks it away somewhere deep in the roots of his heart, never to be forgotten. He allows this to go on for a few more moments before he caves, leaning forward to capture your lips with his. There's a smile on his own when he feels you melting into him, winding a strong arm around your waist to reel you in closer.

"I could get use to these compliments of yours," he murmurs against your lips.

You grin against his mouth, murmuring a soft, "Yeah?"

"Yeah..." he sighs. "Even more so if this is your method of giving them to me."

[deargyu]

Love and Deepspace Men Having Sex to Fall Asleep Easier

Pairing: Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cuddlefucking, insomnia, cockwarming, reunion sex, creampie

A/N: This would be a good cure for insomnia, just saying.

Zayne gets home late and often frustrated so he can't fall asleep any other way then fucking that extra stress away. Won't be too rough on you since it is really late, or early morning depending on when he gets home. But if he doesn't fuck his cock into you he'll stay pent up all night and as a doctor he knows that's bad for him.

Rafayel won't be annoying to you, he'd rather go to sleep with a hard cock then bother you. If you offer to have sex that's a different story. Still wants it soft and slow, setting a pace that's almost like rocking you both to sleep, with him fucking you from behind, his arms wrapped around you and his face against your neck.

Xavier always has a bit more extra energy left when coming back from missions. Won't hurt if he doesn't spend it but he knows you'll both fall asleep faster when this is out of his system. Otherwise he might keep tossing and turning and the last thing he wants is to keep you up all night when he could finish inside you once and be done.

[deargyu]

𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 that Xavier is everything you could possibly want in a boyfriend. Not only does he have that boyish charm about him but he's also fiercely protective, warm hearted and gentle too. Xavier knows you like the faint lines of his palms, like the back of his hand, he reads you with ease — so much so that you sometimes wish he wouldn't.

Whether you need a shoulder to cling to and cry, someone to just hold you in their strong arms for a long while, Xavier's got you. I think there's nothing more comforting than hearing the affirmation from him, "I'm here." Those two words are consumed with comfort, never faltering whenever he says it.

Xavier knows what you need without you even needing to say it. He can tell by your expressions, those emotions that you hope to bury somewhere deep in your chest, and just knows. He doesn't push, doesn't prod, just simply opens his arms for you and waits. Even if it takes days before you come to him, he's there. "I promise I'm not going anywhere," he whispers. "Not now. Not soon. Not ever."

[deargyu]

winter heatwave - zayne x reader

"It's so hot..." You grumble, sprawled out on Zayne's couch in his office as you grumble. "Global warming my beloathed..."

Zayne swipes his hand in the air, chilly air brushing your skin as he continues at his documents.

"That's not enough, doctor." You sigh. "Can I hug a snowman?"

"The AC is on. You can only blame your body for being naturally warm."

"Well it's usually bearable because I'm cuddled with you when it's hot." You groan. "I can't believe it's supposed to be winter and it's hotter than you outside."

"That comparison doesn't work. I'm naturally cold."

"Which is why we work together so well, duh." You sit up, yawning slightly. "Can I sit on your lap?"

"That's unprofessional."

"Didn't say no." You settle yourself in his lap, lashes fluttering shut as you snuggle into the ice of his skin. Much better.

(You miss the way Zayne's face flushes pink down his neck and to his ears as you do)

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[deargyu]

HEARTSTRING FORTISSIMO. — セイヤ [XAVIER]

a spicier ending to xavier's 'heartstring symphony' memory.

age rating ‣ 16+ [suggestive but not explicit]

warnings ‣ softcore, power play, minor asphyxiation. besides that, there's nothing much to warn about. still, beware lol

"ᴀʀᴇ 'ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟꜱ' ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴘᴜꜱʜᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ? ᴅᴏ ᴇɴʟɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ᴍᴇ, ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ."

Perhaps it was because you haven't seen him in weeks, but it seemed you forgot what Xavier was really like. Yes, he is gentle. Yes, he is considerate. Yes, he is sweet. But his kind demeanor also held something much more sinister.

You haven't quite pondered about it much, but Xavier had a quiet yet possessive streak. He'd always at the very least have pinkies interlocked with yours when together. He'd always somehow teleport to you just when the enemy Wanderer was about to land a fatal blow. He always knew where you were.

He was a wolf in sheep's (or in his case, bunny's) clothing. He always has been.

“When faced with a hunter who knows my weaknesses and how to take advantage of them…” Xavier’s breath fanned your face, his right hand brushing against your temple. Although gentle, his touch felt electrifying. It felt dangerous. It was dangerous.

The breaths that were blanketed on your lips were soon replaced with lips of his own. You let out a short gasp at the stark contrast between his usual and current kisses — they were usually soft and mellow yet endearing, but now they were intense, brisk and hungry.

“Haa—”

A sigh of surprise left your lungs when you felt Xavier’s tongue glide slightly across your teeth. Rookie error — he wasn’t going to let you breathe for a while.

“...just what, exactly, do I do?” Xavier rasped in between kisses, one hand snaking up to support your body while the other coerced your head to a better angle.

With you growing increasingly lightheaded the more ferverent and desperate his kisses became, a thrilling shiver crawled down your spine hearing his growl. You knew the answer to his question down to your bones.

You can only get devoured.

Xavier suddenly pulled away, finally giving you a chance to breathe. He gently tipped your chin upwards for your eyes to meet his blazing gaze while you caught your breath. You felt your body burn in places he locked eyes with.

“...surrender,” You were able to mumble out. “You can only… surrender. or else...”

He whispered while wiping a lone tear that escaped your eye, “Or else what, I’ll get eaten or something?”

“Is that it?”

There was a pause of silence between your noses that were inches apart before Xavier dove down and pressed his lips against your neck, humming in satisfaction hearing you gasp every time he nipped your skin. His callused fingers started to tease your shirt off whilst kisses butterflied over his slow but precise work.

“...I’m sorry, I should’ve responded to your messages,” Xavier paused for a moment, murmuring the apology at your sternum. His hot breath on your bruised skin made you slightly arch your back. “And about my injuries and lack of reply… I promise it won’t ever happen again.”

“...will there be a day where you’ll fall asleep and never wake up?” His eyes softened at your reply as he leaned upwards. You felt his lips pecking your forehead, each of your eyelids, your cheeks and your nose before pausing right in front of your face.

“If such a thing ever happens, you—and only you—must remember to wake me up,” Xavier whispered, his hand sliding to your hips and his hair tickling your nose. You felt something graze up against your abdomen which lit up the fire burning at the core of your stomach. Your suspicions were confirmed seeing Xavier’s ears redden gently glow through the light of the full moon.

Ah. You indeed missed him, and he missed you too. Greatly.

After a silent pause, you circled your legs around Xavier’s back and kissed his facial features just as he did to yours. His eyes slightly widened at your forwardness, however the surprise faded as quickly as it came as he cradled your body in his arms while pulling you up, the moon shining upon you and Xavier at each others’ full glory.

“I will.”

That was all he needed.

HEARTSTRING FORTISSIMO — END.

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[deargyu]

love and deepspace men when you (playfully) reject their kiss ft. zayne, xavier, rafayel

fluff, fluff, FLUFF

zayne

his kiss landed on the outer corner of your lips instead as you turned away at the very last second as he leaned in

he just stared at you for a solid five seconds.

“was this because i left you on read this afternoon?” his voice was soft, uncertainty danced across his feature. you just shrugged, turning away from him to hide the smile you’ve been trying really hard to suppress.

he grabbed a hold of your waist first, keeping you in place. he saw the shameless smile on your face, couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle of his own. “should’ve known.”

you laughed, “but you did left me on read, how dare you?” his thumb moved up and down on your side as he made no change on his expression, like doing a gesture he didn’t even realize doing it. “alright then, i apologize for not replying within twenty minutes, since i did give you a call as soon as i was available.”

you put your hands on either side of his cheeks, he leaned into the touch. of course, it didn’t bothered you one bit when he didn’t reply right away since you knew very well how demanding his job was.

you planted a sweet kiss on his lips, you could feel his little smile as you pulled away. “good work today, zayne.”

“hm, then surely you would indulge me more of that for a moment longer?”

xavier

he’s quiet for a moment; he did kiss you, but he didn’t know why you’d turn your head on the last second like that as he kissed you on the cheek instead.

he casted his gaze downwards, looking like a rejected kitten in a pouring rain searching for its owner.

your heart squeezed at the adorable act, lifting his chin with your palm. he tilted his head questioningly, the words was obvious on his face. did i do something wrong today? were you mad?

xavier stared at you as he recalled today’s events, but he reached his wits end pretty fast since he still had no idea why you’d reject his kiss.

you then giggled at his clueless expression, and xavier immediately understood that you’re being playful. he let out a little sigh of relief, embracing you. his neck deep at the crook of your neck, his soft hair tickling you in the best way possible.

“you’re too playful at times,” he mumbled, he looked like he had all the peace in the world. “sorry, will you forgive me?” you ran your fingers through the back of his head. “i’ll forgive  you if you promise not to reject my kiss ever again,” he said.

you laughed, “okay then, if you insist.”

rafayel

oh. he looked so offended beyond belief. you’d think someone had insulted his painting; a product from his passion and effort. but to think it’s just a face he made because you didn’t want him to kiss you.

“i see what this is,” he started, the dramatic side of him just wouldn’t let this slide. you challenged, “yeah? what is it?”

“you tell me. this is just the beginning isn’t it. first you reject my kiss, next thing i know you’d be packing your bags, telling me you’ve fallen out of love.” he crossed his arms in front of his chest, his pout was the most exaggerated as it’s ever been.

you had to hold your laugh so hard, you covered your mouth with your fist. “it was just a kiss rafayel, i wasn’t feeling it.” you replied, trying your best to sound serious.

“wasn’t feeling it?” he gasped, like you just insulted his whole entire bloodline. he put up a palm in front of your face, like refraining you to say more controversial things. he took a deep breath to calm himself, “it’s fine, it’s not like i was eager to kiss you either.” he mumbled like he was talking to himself, although it’s obvious he’s being a little loud on purpose. also, lies. he practically bounced on air when he approached you.

finally a laugh escaped you, rafayel looked at you and he just fumed. “just so you know i expect you to make up for all the emotional distress i just went through.” you laughed a little more as you grabbed a hold of his face. “i would kiss you many times to make it up but i think someone just said he wasn’t really that eager to kiss me?” you raised an eyebrow.

his eyes lit up for a moment at the mention of a kiss, and next second he looked around frantically to make an excuse. “it’s okay i understand, fighting that many wanderers who make a lot of strange screeching noises? it’d disturb your hearing a little. i said i was eager to kiss you.” he smiled, nodding to himself. you laughed once more at his ridiculousness.

“sure, let’s go with that excuse.” you kissed him and when you pulled away he held your head, giving you multiple kisses before he let you go with a grin.

[deargyu]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐈 will absolutely cling to until my deathbed is that Xavier gets extremely jealous over your plushies, even more so when he finds out you kiss each of them goodnight. . Of course he does everything in his power to win them for you with the claw machine — even if he goes through all of his coins — but the moment you take them home and stack them on your bed, where he's supposed to sleep all bets are off the table.

Your nightly routine goes along as normal, but he's a little clingier than usual, lingers while you brush your teeth, offers to pat your face dry after you wash it, even lets you apply some of your products onto his face. Once the two of you are snuggled under the covers does he wait for you to fall asleep and amongst the darkness you fail to see the scowl on his face as he stares at the wall of plushies currently seperating your bodies.

It's only when he notices your breathing change does he spring into action, meticulously removing each plushed toy from the bed, placing them in the corner of the room and ensuring each of them were looking away from the bed. He huffs softly, hands on his hips as he glares down at them, whispering, "It's better this way. Don't take it personally, but I'd like to sleep next to my partner."

Xavier is only content once he's reeled your body into his chest, one arm curled firmly around your waist and keeping you tucked close, his face nuzzled into your hair. It's only then when he's able to doze off soundly for the night, knowing your close.

The next morning you wake up to your plushies not on the bed but tucked neatly under a blanket and propped up against a pillow in the corner of the room. And Xavier's coy, clueless expression had you thinking that maybe... just maybe... they grew legs, hopped off the bed and tucked themselves in.

[deargyu]

ice, ice, baby! ⤫

➢ summary: your boyfriend seeks warmth the same way every time

➢ content: zayne x reader; 1259 words; fluff; one (1) suggestive joke if u squint; cold fingers lol; can be read as gn!reader

➢ notes: my first fic in a long time, i missed writing. hope you like it <3

Despite the nature of his evol, Zayne doesn’t do too well in the cold. 

You’ve seen it when getting caught in the rain where his hair and clothes were drenched and a seemingly permanent scowl was on his face. He was very quick to usher you both to a hot shower and didn’t even let you leave his side until he deemed himself warm enough. 

You’ve encountered it when he would pick up your drink orders and as he places your iced beverage down in front of you, he retracts his hand to clench and unclench before drying it off on a napkin from the condensation. He sits down across from you and you pretend not to have seen anything when he looks like he wants to put his gloves back on.

You even noticed it when he would lounge on the couch after a long day’s shift wrapped in a blanket, bundled in with a comfy sweater you purchased for him as he nodded in and out of sleep. This was one of the rare times that you had been the one to tell him off about getting a good night's rest. 

Of course, you adored his actions. They were endearing for a man of such stoic nature and you’d be damned if that all went away. All except one, however. 

You’re both relaxing on that same comfy couch, a show in the background that is nothing more than background noise to the rain hitting against the glass of your apartment. Zayne has you in his lap, his hands resting comfortably on your waist as you lean back on his chest as you feel his fingers tap your sides occasionally. There wasn’t a set rhythm or anything as he was doing it idly. 

No words are exchanged through the muffled sounds of rain and TV show characters for a good amount of time, so you decide to nestle further into him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Sleepy?” He asks in a low voice. His actions don’t stop but it has you feeling content with your position even more. So you nod. He hums in response and brings his arms to wrap around you more. You’re about to fall asleep until you feel the sharp iciness right on your skin. 

You jolt in his hold and reflexively grab his wrists. His fingers had slipped under your shirt and you had lost the barrier protecting you from the unpleasant cold. 

“Zayne!” You narrow your eyes at him after whipping your head around. A hint of a smile is threatening to break on his lips but he knows he can’t let that through. Not if he wanted to see a deeper furrow in your brows.

“Sorry, I thought I could warm up a bit faster.” He doesn’t seem apologetic when he brings you back to him to place his hands and fingers in the exact same spot. You squirm but he doesn’t let you go, only rubbing the skin as he gradually gets warmer and warmer. 

You huff and take it upon yourself to turn in his lap to come face to face with him. Zayne only looks up at you expectantly. You don’t say anything just yet but you do take one of his hands and lift it up to cup in both of your own. Just like that your expression grows concerned. 

“Is your evol acting up again? I told you this would happen if you didn’t take that nap during overtime.” Zayne chuckles and shakes his head. He loves that you care about him even if you needed to show your annoyance first. 

“Not anymore that it already is,” is what he says. It’s not really an answer to his nearly freezing temperature and it definitely doesn’t assuage your worries. 

“But—“

“I swear.” He says firmly, looking you right in the eye. You don’t question that any further. 

“Okay, then why not use your gloves? Or the blanket over there?” You say with a lilt and it lightens the mood a little. “I was so close to sleep, you know?” 

Zayne smiles gently, bringing one of your hands with his now even warm one to his lips. He presses a kiss to the back of your hand before wrapping his arms around you once more. But there is a slight look of confusion on his face. 

“What do you mean?”

“Hm? Don’t those help you warm up much quicker? That’s how your coldness goes away, right?” Now you had gotten confused. 

At the sight of you he laughs again and shakes his head. He brings a hand to the back of your neck and you brace yourself, but are met with no cold whatsoever. His palm is warm. 

“What are you talking about? I always use you.”

“What?” Now it was your turn to be confused. “You don’t. Not when you get cold like this.”

Zayne looks amused. “Name an instance where I don’t.” You think to yourself and come back to the same scenarios.

“When it rains, you immediately take a hot shower when we get home,” Zayne looks like he’s expecting more to the answer.

“Am I alone?”

No, he takes you with him. But you assumed it was to save water. That and well, other things. But as you’re about to answer that you see that he’s serious. Like he’s waiting for you to realize something. Have you missed something?

You try to think back. Those rainy days happened more times to the both of you, more than one might think, so there was even a routine had another one of those days come. You’d rush all the way home and try not to leave too much of a trail of water to the bathroom before stripping down and hopping into the shower. 

You did recall always standing in proximity, heck, he would keep his hands resting on your legs as you sat in the bathroom counter whole towel drying his hair. There was no a moment his hands were keeping your close. 

“No… well, what about cold drinks? You always have your gloves on right away afterwards.” He does, but he’s sighs inwardly at the fact that you never notice that he reaches out to hold yours first, after wiping his hands on the napkin. Zayne always realizes that you flinch subconsciously but hold his back and it’s because the stark contrast of temperature surprises you. That’s why he puts his gloves on. Though, he does notice how much faster he warms up after your touch. 

He says as such. You’re taken aback. Really? Your face gives it away, He nods.

It’s like he can see how the cogs turn in your head as you can’t believe how you’ve missed the hidden adoration he holds for you. You know his little gestures of affection, but your focus on them really did cover up the obvious. Your face flushes and your cheeks feel warm so you think to cool them down with his cooler hands, lifting them to your face.

Zayne obliges and watches as you close your eyes in embarrassment. 

Your voice is small. “I’m sorry, I didn’t notice.” He only responds by pulling you forward to rest your head over his shoulder. He nuzzles himself into your neck and sighs. 

“There’s always something else going on in that brain of yours; I don’t mind it. Just," he pauses, lifting his head to press your foreheads together. He closes his eyes before softly finishing his thoughts.

“Stay here with me a little longer.”

[deargyu]

[ ::♡:: ] 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑! — ZAYNE

after a long trip away, you decide that zayne needs some tlc of his own <3

i have once again been distracted from the wrio fic (im going insane). inspired by doctor by jack stauber and his business card! established relationship, suggestive near the end!

it's not unusual to find zayne in an anxious mood.

he's always been like this, he thinks—obsessive to the point where he thinks it might kill him if he's not careful, overanalyzing every last detail because he thinks it actually might kill him if he doesn't.

...but how could he not?

how could he not when he sees you peeking your head through the open door for the first time in weeks, and his heart flutters on command? how could he not when you yell out his name in excitement once you see him, tackling him with a bear hug into the soft plush of the sofa, your chest pressing against his faster-than-normal beating heart?

the two of you just stay there (his arms around your waist feels right, he thinks), under the dull lights of the overhead lamps, next to the low hums and chatter of the tv, above the waxed wooden floors—you lift your head from the crook of his neck, and you reach your hand to his hair, brushing his bangs away from his face before you place your palm on his forehead.

"...well well well, dr. zayne," you drawl, the coo barely escaping your mischievous tone, "did you manage to catch a fever while i was gone?"

and then he sees your eyes sparkle above his, that gleam in your smile, your hair falling over your ear, he asks himself again: how could he not? how could he not obsess over every idiotic decision you make to get yourself in trouble? how could he ever stop caring for you as much as he does now?

"of course not."

"hmmm," you tap his forehead playfully, "your symptoms are telling me something different."

"and what are my symptoms, pray tell?"

"you're flushed," your voice drips with humor, tracing the curves of his jawline. he swallows thickly as your finger moves from his jaw to his collar, splaying your palm against his heart. you can feel it against the thick cotton of his dress shirt, "your heart is beating awfully quick, and you're sweating a little bit."

"those are all symptoms of heat stroke."

"it's because you're hot," you answer casually (you've always been quick on your feet), "and you're heating up the room."

if overthinking won't kill him, you might.

"...sweet-talk won't work on me." his chest feels heavy and he can barely speak, but his hand moves, tucking your hair back behind your ear.

"well, it's because i'm hot, then."

it's been less than five minutes since you've gotten home from your business trip and you already have his heart pinched between your fingers, playing with the arteries and capillaries like it's your own personal playground.

"oh come on," you feel your ears heat up ever so slightly, "say something! don't leave me hanging, it's awkward!"

"i've got nothing to say."

"you have shellshocked written right on your forehead," your nail scrapes ever so slightly across his skin, tracing out the letters on the bumps and lines on his face. "you could say something about that."

"i wonder whose fault that is."

"i'm not sure," you pretend to wonder, "did you miss me?"

yes. so much that he could barely breathe.

"not really." he decides to tease you instead.

you slap his shoulder in defiance, an angry frown on your face. "my diagnosis is over! you, sir, are suffering from an awful condition of self-deception—"

"and what about you? did you miss me?"

his question catches you off guard. you feel your face light aflame against the heat of his stare, the deep black in his eyes bearing earnestly into your own.

"...a lot. i missed you a lot, actually." you look more embarrassed than you sound, "came here as fast as i could after the train dropped me off, so yeah, i missed you."

"me too." he hums in affirmation—his hand cups your jaw, gently brushing his thumb against your cheek. slowly, he reaches to the back of your neck, guiding you down to meet his face, your hand against his steady heart.

it beats for you, afterall, you might as well hold it.

"you could've just said that, y'know." you huff, the warmth crawling to your ears as you lean in closer.

he barely lets a surprised "what?" escape his mouth before you kiss him. it's like you breathe life into him when your lips brush against his, his hands find their way to your scalp, his fingers tangle desperately in your hair.

zayne used to think he was above this—simple things like making out on the couch or even waiting for somebody to come back home were never something he could never imagine doing when he was younger, much less with you. it makes him so nervous that his hands shake with desperation and the questions flood his mind again, but the way you bite his lip makes his mind go fucking insane, and all of the sudden—

"hey, hey, are you okay?"

he's brought back to reality with your concerned tone, acutely aware of how heavily he breathes, how soft your touches are.

"y—yeah," he clears his throat, licking his lips, "just...thinking is all."

you shift on top of him, smoothing out his hair and re-straightening his tie with chapped fingers and flushed lips. "here," you give him a small smile, "i have some medicine for you. for your diagnosis."

you give him a kiss, nothing heated or passionate, just a small peck on his nose.

and another one on his forehead, and then another right on the mole under his eye.

"'s for all of the kisses i couldn't give you while i was gone," you murmur, pressing another to his cheek, and then one on the other side of his jaw, "so you can stop thinking, okay?"

it's not rare that he finds himself agonizing over every decision, every particular characteristic that holds a tight leash on his life, but at this moment, he wants nothing more but you.

"i think i'm sick again," he closes his eyes, taking a shallow breath as he feels your breath on his skin, "i think more medicine would help, don't you think?"

it's your smile that did it first, he thinks (or lack thereof), the same smile you give him now as you lean down for another kiss, deeper this time, slower, like the ice that melts around his lungs, like the flowers that bloom in their place.

his arteries move with your fingers, his thundering heart beating in sync with your breath, his low groans matching yours.

(he knows he belongs to you, anyways.)

"let me take care of you, will you let me?" your hands place themselves at the buttons of his shirt, and your eyes peer up at him in assurance, "make up for lost time?"

and just for that night, zayne unravels, and he surrenders completely to you.

"zayne is cold" have u ever considered he might just be autistic

[deargyu]

𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐎 !

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: testing your lipsticks out on the boys.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, rafayel teases you, xavier tricking you, you call zayne babe, zayne becomes flustered at your kisses

𝐀/𝐍: this was rushed since i was trying to make my first post, expect better writing pieces T^T feel free to leave any feedback in the comments!

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

after you press a kiss on rafayel’s cheek while he’s turned around painting, he can’t help but look and stare at you in minor confusion. yes, he absolutely loves your kisses (though he’ll never admit it), he wonders what you’re up to.

“what do you want from me this time?” he jokingly asks with a sigh, a teasing smirk adorning his face. 

you gasp in response to his so called question. “nothing! i’m just testing out new lipstick colors i got. i don’t like this one much.” you say, instantly placing the lipstick back in it’s container. 

his eyes widen ever so slightly, and his hand is rushing to clean it off, only to smudge it across his cheek. 

slapping his hand away, you scold him. “i need to see which one is best! you’re ruining the look!” 

“if you put all of those on me, you’re gonna ruin this handsome face of mine.” he dramatically groans, “stop complaining.” you respond back, turning back around to kiss his cheek with another lipstick.

unfortunately, before you can, you feel a wet brush glide across your face, leaving a cold sensation. 

“eh, i don’t like this one much.” he mocks, watching you smudge the paint all over your face by trying to get it off. 

you humph. “i am so not giving you anymore kisses.” you respond, turning to leave, but he pulls you back into him by the waist, starting to laugh in your neck about how ridiculous you look.

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

when you kiss xavier’s cheek, it takes him a moment to process, and when he does, he realizes you’re wearing a dark red colored lipstick. 

“are you trying to make me help you win at another game? because it might work.” he assumes, a small smile tugging at his lips. 

you giggle in response. “no, xavier. i’m testing out lipstick colors!”

“on me?”

“yes, on you.” 

“alright then.” he chuckles, allowing you to do as you please, watching how you apply the lipstick to your lips so effortlessly. 

you kiss him over and over again, but you don’t seem to find any to your liking. it makes you wonder, why did you buy these colors again? 

sighing in defeat, you pull out your phone’s camera and flip it towards him, showing him each color. “i don’t think these are a nice fit for me.” 

he shrugs. “hm, i don’t know. you’ll probably have to try out more for me to see which looks best.” you nod in agreement, hurriedly trying on more. ah, he’s so sneaky when it comes to getting what he wants. 

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

kissing zayne’s cheek, he gives you a warm smile. “what an interesting way of saying hello.” he softly jokes, chuckling at your pink tinted cheeks. 

“it’s a bit sudden, but i’m trying out lipstick colors. i’m trying to see which looks best for the event i’m going to tonight.” you explain, to which he hums in response as if he completely understands. he doesn’t, by the way. 

“you’d look best in any, though.” he responds in a questioning tone, resulting in you looking at him softly with a smile. “thank you, babe. but, i just wanna see which one looks the most okay for the event. is it alright with you?” 

he nods, motioning for you to continue with your kissing. to which, you happily do so. each kiss you press, the more his pink his cheeks get. 

after a while, you’ve tested just about all of them. as he looks in the mirror, he’s absolutely covered in numerous colored kisses. these will sure stain his face. 

“which one looks best?” you ask him, furrowing your eyebrow.

he takes a moment to think, before reaching a conclusion. “i like the one near my right eye.” 

“i thought that one fit most too! you’re the best.” you say, leaving one final kiss before scurrying off and getting ready. 

now, he’s left with himself and his overly sweet thoughts about how he wishes the kisses could’ve gone on more. 

[deargyu]

“Lover.”

Request?: no.

Xavier x reader

Love and deep space fan fiction

No warnings

No use of Y/n. Gender neutral reader. Read in the second person. Established relationship.

You sat at the table in your kitchen quietly, running your thumb up and down the pages of the book you’d just checked out. You’d been reading more about protocores and such as your career as a hunter went on, wanting to know as much as you could possibly know. It couldn’t hurt being informed, and these older books you found in the library held a lot more knowledge than your typical material. Of course you could search it up with a flick of a wrist, but this felt more productive. When you felt the weight of the book at the texture of the pages, it made you want to keep working.

A soft sigh was heard to your side, and you lifted your gaze to see Xavier. He had joined you in your little study session. He wasn’t contributing at all, however he was there for moral support and you supposed that was enough. He was leaning his head against his arms folded over on the table, his blonde hair messy, his tan cardigan resting over his shoulders comfortably. He seemed surprised at your sudden attention on him, his sleepy eyes widening slightly but returning to their half lidded state as he spoke, “how much longer do you have left?” Xavier’s hand reached out to yours, interlocking your pinkie with his. He was an affectionate person you started to learn, he melted into your palms any time you held him, even just a brief brush against him and he would try to get more. You never complained, actually you found it sort of cute. You gently squeezed his pinkie and glanced at your book once more, “I’ll stop after this chapter, okay?”

A content hum resounded from his throat and he closed his eyes, keeping your hand hostage as he continued to listen to whatever he was listening to through his earbuds. You turned away again, continuing your reading. When he knew you looked away, his eyes fluttered open and he simply observed you. He took your expression into memory. The slightly furrowed brows and your lips pulled into a focused frown. You fidgeted with his hand now that he held it, playing with his fingers or rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand. You tilted your head slightly when you weren’t sure about something, flipping back a page to make sure you’d read it right. His eyes shifted to his pinkie interlocked with yours, and pulled your entire hand into his after a moment.

You didn’t notice, or didn’t seem to mind as you continued to read, chewing on the inside of your cheek. Xavier sat up, stretching just slightly before resting his elbows on the table top, holding your hand and pulling it towards him. He pressed it against his lips, kissing the top of your hand. It seemed he got the reaction he wanted out of you, which was you turning towards him with a slightly surprised expression. It melted into amusement and you asked, “what was that for?” Xavier shrugged as you moved your hand to rest against his cheek, thumb brushing his cheek bone lightly. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, sighing in something you could’ve said was happiness, or relief. “Nothing, really.” He said, his voice soft as it always was. You raised a brow in playful suspicion as he opened his eyes to look at you as if he couldn’t bear to look away for too long.

He smiled sleepily and asked, “are you done?” You slowly came to realize this was his own way of asking for your attention. You glanced at your watch, three hours or so had passed since the pair of you had settled down for your studies. You nodded and marked the books page before closing it and turning to completely face the male next to you. “I am.” You told him, running your hand through his messy hair. “Are you hungry? I can order us some food.” He asked, moving closer and looping his arms around your waist. You nodded slightly as you suddenly became very aware at the hunger gnawing at your stomach “Mmh. Food sounds good.” He nodded, pulling one arm away from you so he could put in the order for your food, and you noticed he was ordering from your favorite restaurant making your heart flutter. You leaned into him, laying your head against his shoulder as you asked “do you remember my order?” His hand rubbed your back as you leaned into him, feeling him nod as he rested his head against yours “Of course.” You felt a soft smile spread over your face and he did too, because he too smiled against you.

After you had cleaned up your notes and books strewn over the table, you dragged Xavier over to your bed, with stuffed animals he’d won you from the claw machine piled carefully against the wall and cuddling together. He smiled whenever he saw them. You moved the one resting on your pillow to the side and laid down, getting under the sheets before opening your arms to him. He immediately crawled underneath the blanket with you, arms slotting around you as if they were made to be there. Xavier already seemed considerably happier, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. His hands fidgeted with the fabric of your clothes, never able to sit still, though you didn’t mind much. This too was another one of his habits you adored. “What were you studying?” He asked, his voice just above a whisper, laced with sleepiness, eyes trained on you. You thought he knew, but went on to explain it anyway.

“Just types of protocores. They’re all vastly different from each other even if they look similar. Some of them…” you went on to explain every thing you absorbed from your books, your hands resting against his chest and making small gestures as you explained. Xavier as a hunter knew this well, but he wanted to listen to your voice. He’d listen to you even if you spoke about the most boring thing in existence. He gently played with your hair at first as you rambled, combing it out and making sure it was all in place. Then he shifted his attention to your hands, taking them into one of his and pressing kisses against your knuckles as you fidgeted with his other hand. He stayed like this for a while, and watched you with the look of pure adoration in his eyes. It made you pause.

“.. what?” You asked, your voice slightly cracking from the nervousness his stare gave you. Xavier smiled faintly and shrugged as your hands stilled “I just..” he sighed softly and held your hands flat against where his heart was. “I am filled with so much love for you.” He suddenly confessed to you, as you felt the fast beating of his heart. You laughed softly and furrowed your brows “feeling sentimental?” You leaned forward and pecked his lips “as am I for you.” You added. Xavier hadn’t let you pull away, pulling you back to him and kissing you again. His kisses were sweet and warm, every time your chest bubbled with the puppy love every one said was just a phase. It wasn’t. Not with him. It wasn’t just one kiss, he left multiple pecks and when he was done he placed one final, firmer kiss against your lips and one lightly against the tip of your nose before finally letting you go free. “I love you.” He repeated.

“I love you, too.” You responded. Xavier smiled a little brighter and sighed, wrapping his arms around you in a bear hug and pulling you tightly against him. “Good.”

[deargyu]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 & 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒

๋࣭⭑ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : ever thought how your favorite boys from love & deep space kiss?

๋࣭⭑ 𝐌𝐀𝐈 𝐌𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 : perhaps I am a little bit per the slightest chance down bad for these three men b-but that's not the point!! ... (๑﹏๑//)

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 . . . his kisses are intense. his lips are always demanding, stealing the breath from your lungs, taking and taking and taking until you feel borderline dizzy. but those strong arms of his are always there to steady you in case that truly happens, ghosting along the small of your back, squeezing your hips ever so slightly — he's always gentleman like when it comes to his touches. "does it feel good when I kiss you like that?" murmured between your mouths and he doesn't dare wait for a reply before his lips are on yours again, hungrier than before. zayne doesn't always have a lot of time on his hands which means he never wants to waste a second he gets to have you.

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 . . . his kisses are teasing. one peck turns into two, perhaps three and once you think you're finally going to get what you want he's pulling away with a teasing smirk and a glint in his eyes that burns like starlight. "what? don't tell me you thought I was going to give in so easily?" loves riling you up just for the sake of feeling how warm your skin gets whenever he cups your cheek. lets his thumb graze across the swell of your cheek before he leans in, oh so slowly till your noses brush. "I like it when you're needy. it makes me feel excited, wondering just how far I can push you before you break."

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 . . . his kisses are uncertain. his lips are soft as satin and faintly taste like cherries, always ghosting over yours for a moment or two before he finally presses them to yours. he likes it when you guide the kiss, his hands planted firmly on your hips. if you kiss him hard enough you might just be able to feel how he goes weak in the knees. tug on his hair hard enough and he just might moan into your mouth. "is this h- hah- is this how you like it?"