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i really look forward to when we separate androgyny and gender non-conformance from thinness

androgyny does not have to be thin, white, and eurocentrically attractive

this is so cuteeee 🥰

Sleepy Morning

☁︎synopsis: Xavier wants you to stay in bed for a litttleeee longer

☁︎content: less than 1k words (super short drabble), mdni, gn!reader, fluff, clingy xavier 🎉

☁︎an: haloo, im not sick anymore, thinking about domestic mornings with xavier. might make an nsfw version of this hehe.. also ill try to post more frequently (and at normal hours) but im being worked to death (っ´Ι`)っ

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The sunlight seeps through the blinds of your apartment, usually this would be a welcoming sight to most people when they wake up. For you however, it just means having to deal with the hassle of trying to get up and go to work with a 6’1(185cm) man latched onto you.

At first, you try to escape with as little movement as possible. Your arms are bound by his and his leg is thrown over yours so you’re not exactly in the best position.  He’s like your own personal blanket… You try to squirm out of his hold which proves futile. Finally, you decide going to work is more important than getting into a morning squabble with Xavier and you force your arms out of his hold. 

“Hmm? Where do you think you’re going?” He mumbles, still half-asleep. He lets your arms stay free and opts to wrap his arms around your waist instead. At least he takes his leg off of you, you're just a smidge closer of getting out of this entanglement.

“To work! You know, at the Hunter’s association? They kind of need me.” Your words fall on deaf ears as Xavier just holds you tighter to his chest in response! 

“You’re not the only hunter they have…” He mutters into your neck.

“Yeah, but still! You’re a hunter too, you should understand!” You wiggle in his hold to no avail; he’s not letting up.

“Not really.” He shakes his head. Xavier tries to hide his clinginess, but it really shows in the morning. “What do you want for breakfast?” He loosens his grip on your waist, just enough for you to not be able to run away. You turn in his arms to face him. You pout at him but all he does is give you a peck on the forehead.

“You’re impossible. I guess I’ll stay for the morning, but I still have to go to work today!” You poke his forehead impishly. He smiles at that. 

“That’s all I ask.”  He gives you a lopsided grin.

“You weren’t asking, you were communicating through smothering me.” You frown, unseriously.

“Would you like me to stop?” He questions.

“No…I like clingy Xavier.” You cup his face and give him a soft kiss on the lips. 

“He likes you too.” He whispers into your lips. You can tell his sleepiness still hasn’t worn off, he’s using his little energy to keep you with him.

“When you said breakfast…Do you mean ordering or?” You run your fingers through his hair and massage his scalp.

“I could make breakfast.” He yawns. You shudder, suddenly a wave of flashbacks of Xavier's less than stellar cooking hit you.

“Um. Let’s make it together when you get up, okay?” You pat his head, tenderly. 

“Mkay. When we get up.” He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and places warm kisses there. 

“Yeah, yeah when we get up, my sleepy boy.” You giggle and mold your body even closer to his. The Hunter's Association won’t miss you for a few more hours, right? He needs you!

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when the tech guy fucks you:

"kitten! get ready for daddy's data transfer!"

Mascs and butches and studs who like being called pretty boy.

Reblog if you agree.

Another thing I've noticed working as a children's librarian is like... kids get so Paralyzed By Choice and the adults in their lives never really register why. Like, for example, we have little scavenger hunt sheets in the children's section and when a kid completes it, they get to pick out a cute eraser from our prize basket. We also have a little toy prize chest as part of our "1000 books before Kindergarten" challenge for when kids complete 100 books--and kids will spend minutes carefully picking through everything while their parents are shooting us anxious looks like "sorry they're taking so long! I know this is silly and it's completely ridiculous that my child is taking so long to choose between a bath toy and a cube puzzle because these are cheap and arbitrary objects! Hurry up, Harper! Just pick something! You're embarrassing me!!" But in the kids' perspective, they already have so little control over what objects come into their lives, and in this case, the object represents labor and effort on their end, so of course they feel they must choose very carefully. I've always been an anxious and indecisive person, so it's striking to see how being rushed really doesn't help that and really only makes it harder for kids to figure out what they want.

"normalize not transitioning" yeah that's already so normal that conservatives are fighting for it to be mandatory. you're not helping. shuddup. normalize transitioning.

my literal DREAM oml 🤭

PAIRINGS. . . xavier x lumiere x fem!reader

CW. . . smut, threesome, rough sex, jealous!xavier, oral sex m! receiving

your back arched against xavier’s chest, your thighs shaking from how deep lumiere was pushing into you—slow, relentless strokes that left you whining with every thrust. you were sandwiched between them, xavier’s arms tight around your waist, keeping you still while his lips dragged lazy, heated kisses across your neck, tasting the sweat at your pulse.

lumiere's hands were on your hips, bruising, possessive in a way that made xavier growl low against your ear. jealous, even though he was the one who had said he could "handle sharing." sharing, he said. but now, with you gasping and squirming under lumiere's rhythm, xavier's patience was paper-thin.

"greedy little thing," xavier muttered into your skin, his voice dripping heat, teeth scraping along your jaw. his hand slid up your body, cupping your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple while his other hand drifted down between your thighs to where you were stretched and dripping around lumiere.

he rubbed tight circles on your nub that had you moaning brokenly into the open air, caught between their bodies and losing your mind.

you could feel xavier’s cock pressed hard against your back, twitching with every noise you made, every time lumiere bottomed out inside you with a heavy, deliberate thrust.

lumiere’s eyes stayed locked on you, heavy-lidded and dark, watching every twitch of your mouth, every flutter of your lashes. watching xavier too. knowing exactly how much it was driving him insane.

it was too much. not enough.

you whimpered, nails digging into lumiere's arms, and xavier bit your ear. "you want more?" he asked, voice gravel and silk. "say it."

you could barely breathe, let alone form words, but you nodded, desperate and wrecked.

lumiere smirked, slowing his thrusts to a maddening, shallow grind, while xavier pulled you back against him, shifting you both until you were spread open, straddling lumiere’s thighs. xavier’s hand wrapped around your jaw, tilting your head back to meet his kiss—messy, open-mouthed, all tongue and teeth and desperate need.

and then he changed positions.

you barely registered it before he was guiding you forward, hands spreading your ass, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance while lumiere’s hands stroked up your sides, steadying you.

you gasped into lumiere’s chest as xavier pushed inside from behind—slow, deep, so full you thought you might split apart.

two cocks, two bodies, pressing you from every side, stretching you out so perfectly you could barely think.

lumiere cupped your face, thumbing your lips open, guiding you down to take him into your mouth. his cock was flushed and leaking, and you moaned around him as you sucked, messy and desperate, while xavier fucked into you from behind—hard, deep strokes that had your whole body jolting forward.

the noises were obscene—wet, needy, beautiful. your moans were muffled by lumiere, his hips barely flexing as you took him deeper, while xavier's hands bruised your hips, dragging you back onto him over and over.

you were wrecked between them, pleasure thick and overwhelming, your body slick with sweat and spit and need.

xavier fucked you like he had something to prove, like he could fuck out every trace of lumiere inside you, his teeth gritted, low curses falling from his lips.

lumiere just watched, lazy and amused and utterly indulgent, petting your hair while you gagged and drooled around his cock, his thumb brushing your cheek like he adored seeing you so undone.

xavier's thrusts grew rougher, angrier, pulling you back against him with brutal force, making you sob around lumiere’s cock, body jerking with every thrust.

you felt yourself breaking apart at the seams, the pressure unbearable, perfect, a firestorm about to consume you whole.

and in the center of it all they ruined you, together.

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