Xavier!core Includes…

Workshopping a fnaf au for twewy so stay tuned for that one lads :)

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Note: Creds to @/fawndollie for the star divider. ♡

Rating: Explicit - !!Minors DO NOT Interact!!

Warning: Oral (Fem!Receiving), Handjob (M!Receiving)

Word Count: 2,041

Summary: Xavier comes back home a little tipsy for the first time ever and he just can’t stop loving on you because he missed you so much.

Tipsy!Xavier/Reader

Xavier didn’t mean to come home inebriated. Now granted, he wasn’t too bad. He wasn’t stumbling all over the place and unable to stand upright, but he’s never got like this before, so it was an unusual thing to navigate. Being in complete control of himself has always been important to your homebody boyfriend.

His cheeks puff as he blows out a breath, trying to open the door to your shared apartment. It takes him two tries before the key successfully connects to the key hole and he twists it to the left to disengage the lock. That alone makes him even more thankful for one of his coworkers driving him home or else he’d be sitting at a bus stop like this.

He had listened to you and went out with a few colleagues from work. How could he not when you so sweetly said, “I think going out would be good for you, lovebug. You’re in the house so much.”

The only time Xavier left was to go to work, go grocery shopping, and to hang out with you to do whatever you wanted. If you left it up to him, because he liked you more than anyone else on this planet, he had absolutely no problem with you being the only person he’s around.

So admittedly, he was hesitant at first. He didn’t want to leave you home alone because not only did he not like being where you weren’t at all times if he can help it, he’d miss a crucial part of the daily routine you and he shared.

After work, you were always home to greet him. You would run over to him and kiss his lips and nose, before returning to the stove to finish preparing dinner. That small interaction was one of his favorites between you two amongst the handful of ones he looked forward to throughout the day. Today though, because he wanted to make you proud of him for his attempt to “broaden his horizons”, he got none of that.

He missed you the whole time while he sat down with his peers for dinner. Each time he took a bite of the food, he’d frown because although it wasn’t nasty, it wasn’t your cooking. Every time someone started talking, he was respectful enough to listen and engage, but nothing would ever quite compare to how much he loved hearing you tell him about your day.

You were on his mind so much that he had wished he would’ve just stayed home. But he stuck it out, and was here now. All he wanted to do was crawl all over you so that you could hold him tight and kiss him for hours to make up for your time apart.

As the door pushed open, he hummed in content and smiled to himself at the smell of your favorite oat and honey scented candle lingering in the air, welcoming him back to where he always wants to be. The warm apartment was a perfect contrast to the frigid temperatures outside and the small star lamp that you had bought a few weeks ago illuminated his path just enough for him to find his way to you.

He kicked his sneakers off at the door, locking it after and washing his hands before he went on his search. Xavier was a man of routine, even with a fuzzy mind because of the few fruity alcoholic beverages he consumed.

He gently tiptoed down the hallway just in case you were sleeping and he wondered if he was selfish for hoping that you weren’t. It wasn’t exactly late, only 10:30, but you had times where you couldn’t keep your eyes open and he’d have to gently pull your phone or a book from your limp hands so that you could rest properly after you had passed out.

He pushes the cracked door open and immediate relief almost sobers the man when he finds you with your back turned but your phone is in your hand, screen dimmed as you scroll through random posts online.

“Hey,” he greets softly, his voice rumbling as he trudges inside. You crane your neck to the right to see him, beaming a smile as he starts to remove his clothes to climb into bed. He wants to shower, but he wants you more.

“How was dinner?” you ask as you turn your body to the other side so that you can face him properly. The gentle gleam of fairy lights he helped you put up awhile ago illuminate your soft face.

He shrugs, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it into the laundry basket before he begins unbuckling his jeans.

“It was fine. I couldn’t quite focus, if I’m being honest. Now I feel a little… off.”

“Oh?” you raise a brow, propping your head on your knuckles. “What happened?”

“You,” he says simply, making your eyes widen, but that makes him smirk.

“Me? What did I do?” The wide eyes you sport makes him breathe out a chuckle.

He stops fumbling with the button of his pants, looking into your eyes. “It’s hard to hold conversations when all I could do what think about you,” he sighs as you quirk a brow, raising it with a knowing smile. “I wondered what you were doing, if you ate, what you ate, if you missed me just as much. It was to the point that I saw this mango drink and I figured, she’d love something like that. That’s what made me try it,” he presses his lips together as you wait patiently for him to finish. “I drank about four before I finally realized that it had—”

“Alcohol in it?” you finish for him. You knew your boyfriend all too well. He’s done this before—sees things that reminds him of you and will fully commit to giving it a go, not ever paying attention to what it’s all about and just takes it for face value. He just loves you so much.

He nods and you really notice his slightly flushed cheeks. “So you’re tipsy and that’s why you feel off?”

“You’re half right.” Before you can try and figure out what he’s talking about, he charges at you, making you yelp in surprise.

He’s quick, climbing into the bed and over you, burying his face in your neck and tickling your skin. The kisses make you laugh so hard that your cheeks start to ache from how hard you’re grinning.

“Xav, what are you doing?!” you exclaimed through a squeal as his hands come up under your shirt to grab at your sides.

“Is this my shirt?” he looks down at the light blue t-shirt from a band he’s never listened to before, breathless after his playful onslaught.

“Duh, you were gone and I missed you.” You brush his bangs out of his pretty eyes.

“I missed you. So much,” he kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Babe, you did not go off to war,” you laugh. “I think the alcohol is making you clingy.”

“Clingy?” he challenges. But he accepts defeat when your hand cups his face and he melts into your touch. “You may be right. Being away from you for more than half a day is not something I’ll do again.” He turns his head to kiss your palm then down your wrist.

After you and Xavier moved in together, being with you, around you, was the only thing that he wanted.

“You’re so dramatic.” You roll your eyes jokingly.

“Maybe.” He licks your skin gently. “But I’m also in love with you. Will you let me show you how much?” He leans back down into your neck to kiss you more, but it’s less playful this time. It’s not playful at all, in fact. It’s hot and wanting.

You trace his back muscles, feeling them shift and move against your palm as you spread your legs to let him press deeper.

“You’re drunk, Xav.” Your attempt to protest is hindered by a desperate whimper as he starts to kiss down to your collarbone.

“Tipsy,” he corrects. “Loving you will make it go away. You always know how to fix me.”

He pulls back to crash his lips into you and you lick at them, tasting the residue of the drink.

“Mm, you’re good,” you lick him again. “I do like it.”

He smiles lazily, kissing down your body as your back arches. Lifting the shirt, he kisses down your plush stomach, never stopping despite how you writhe so impatiently beneath his wet lips.

He simultaneously pulls your panties down the lower he gets, pulling them off your legs. He tosses them aimlessly in the room, making himself comfortable in front of your pussy. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t make you or him wait any longer as he sucks you into his mouth.

“I love you so much,” he mumbles into your cunt. “Don’t make me have to leave you anymore. I prefer being right here.”

His tongue laps up your sweetness as he takes it and brings what he deems ambrosia to your clit. Your hand fondles your breast through your shirt as he inserts a finger inside you warm walls, groaning at how tightly you squeeze around his digits while taking your bundle of nerves into his mouth. Your thighs squeeze the sides of his head and Xavier uses his other hand to make sure you don’t stop, pressing against the outside of your thigh to keep him locked in his happy place.

“You—Oh, shit.. Xav, your tongue..” You can’t complete your sentence as his nose brushes against your sensitive nerves while he tongue fucks your hole. You’re sweeter than that drink that’s admittedly made him feel needier than usual, sweeter than any century old wine.

Just as you get ready to come, he climbs back up and devours your mouth again. Between your taste and the mango on his tongue, you’re bucking your hips in desperation to feel him in any way you can. His hand comes down to start rubbing your clit in slow circles. He knows how much you like when he rubs you slow. Going too fast makes the pleasure cease too quickly.

“You’re so pretty,” he mewls. “So, so pretty.”

At the same time, you reach into his jeans and past his underwear, wrapping your hand around his length. He’s so hard and sensitive that it takes only a few pumps for him to start whining, breathing deeply into your mouth as he chases his high that’s closer than he’d wish.

He circles your clit in time with how you jerk him off, but when your thumb rubs over his slit, his body abruptly jerks as thick ropes of cum shoot from his cock, staining the fabric and making a mess on your hand. He moans so loudly and you thank the universe for blessing you with such a beautiful and vocal man.

You don’t stop, tugging on his overly sensitive cock until you feel that tightness coil in your stomach.

“Give it to me,” he whispers as he presses his forehead against yours. A few more rubs has you creaming, your clit pulsing beneath the pads of his fingers as your orgasm rocks your body.

“Good girl,” he smiles against your lips as he kisses you slow, feeling the mess of his cum spread as your movements slow.

He removes his hand, cupping your face and rubbing his thumb against your lower lip. You pull your hand from his pants, looking into his still lustful eyes as you lick his cum off your knuckles.

“Oh god,” he shudders. “Yeah, I’m never going out again. Not when I have someone as perfect as you here.”

The corner of your mouth tilts up. “I think that’s a good idea. But we should clean up and get your tipsy ass to bed.”

He laughs deeply this time, his body shaking. It’s so contagions that you can’t help yourself and do the same.

He kisses your nose like you always do to him when he settles, admiring the connection you two share that’s changed his life so wondrously.

“We definitely should, so long as you’re doing it right beside me.”

Smart Enough

Synopsis: Dr. Zayne has an incredible mind, incredible physique and an incredible stamina. Having a pretty thing on his arm at all times is just a perk.

Warnings: Dumbification, Zayne is a Hard!Dom, size-difference, choking, filming, not for everyone, Y/n is sort of a crybaby, drooling.

As your fiancé, Zayne is a handsome doctor with an impressive physique, especially when it’s hidden under that white lab quote. He's tall, muscular, and you can't help but obsess over how much bigger he is than you. “Y/n, stop trying to get me to flex for pictures."

The way he says it is so cold. He’s relaxing, for once, in his home office chair. He just finished a workout, he tried to never miss a day no matter how tired he was from work. Y/n pouts, sitting on the edge of his desk. “Pleaseeee? I always like showing you off.”

Zayne looks up from his laptop, those piercing blue eyes meeting yours with a mix of exasperation and amusement. “And I always tell you I'm not here for your'showing off'. It's not professional." Despite his serious tone, there's a small smirk playing at his lips.

But behind closed doors, with the night casts a shadow over them, he changes. Your phone is propped on a tripod, angled just enough to show your cock drunk expression. His arm is around your throat, the muscle squishing your face as he drills you from behind.

The room is filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. Zayne's grip around your throat tightens slightly, his voice low and husky in your ear. “See, this is what you want. Not some fucking Instagram post."

Zayne slows his thrusts, his hand sliding down to grasp your chin, forcing you to look at the screen. Your face is a mess of pleasure, his arm a thick band around your neck. He snaps a picture, the flash momentarily blinding you. “Perfect."

Your drooling, pupils dilated from the ecstacy. “S-so meannn Zay-!”

He chuckles darkly, his thumb wiping away the drool from your chin before bringing it to his own lips, sucking it clean. “You love it when I'm mean to you, don't you?" His hips snap forward, bottoming out inside you as his arm squeezes your throat.

You don’t want to admit it. Zayne is the smartest man you’ve ever met, maybe in the entire world. Knocking yourself down a peg is something that gives you a deep satisfaction. “N-Nu uh!”

Zayne throws his head back with a laugh.

God, you're cute.

He pulls out slightly, then snaps his hips hard. "You know what your problem is?" He growls, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a red mark. "You have no self respect. No filter."

You are whimpering as he releases your throat from his arms, instead he tangles his surgeon steady fingers into her your, pulling your head back so you are staring in the camera.

His fingers tighten in your hair, making you whimper. The camera captures your disheveled look - your mouth open, eyes half-lidded and slightly glassy, cheeks red. "Look at you," Zayne mutters, taking another picture. "No brain. No filter."

“I-I’m smart!” You sound like you are trying to convince yourself more than your surgeon fiancé

Zayne laughs again, his thumb spreading your drool over your chin. "Mhmm. And how many degrees do you have?" He asks mockingly, his hips moving slow and deep. "One?" He smirks. "Two?" He pulls back slightly, waiting for your answer.

You choke back a sob when his cock curved just right into your drooling walls. “N-none…”

Zayne's smirk grows wider, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and dominance. "Exactly," he says, his voice low and mocking. "And how many do I have?" He thrusts harder, emphasizing each word. "Four. Fucking. Degrees."

Zayne was a fucking child-prodigy of medical knowledge. But you, you were his pretty little Hunter that looked perfect on his cock.

His smirk softens slightly. "God, you're an airhead," He mutters, snapping another picture of your disheveled, half-crazed look. "One hundred fifty published papers. Surgeon at twenty seven. And you?" He laughs, his thumb pushing into your mouth.

"You're cute. Absolutely adorable. And so fucking stupid." His thrusts pick up speed, hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes you drool even more. He captures another photo, then pulls your hair harder.* "You know what else you are?"

You are so far gone, if your life ended right that second, you wouldn’t give a single shit.

“The love of my life.” He bends your head back and captures your mouth in a heated kiss. His cock twitches inside of you, and he cums.

He breaks the kiss, panting as he fills you up with his release. He holds the camera up, taking a picture of you all - him looking intense and satisfied, you looking absolutely wrecked and filled with his cum. He sets the camera down and gently pulls out of you.

You whimper, coming down from a very deep sub space. You’re shivering, sniffling and trying to wipe your tears away.

He watches you for a moment, a soft smile on his face. "Hey, come here," he says gently, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you. He brushes your hair out of your face and kisses your forehead. "You did so well, baby."

You immediately seeks his comfort, burying your face in his shoulder. His skin is sometimes cold to the touch, but there is no place you’d rather be. “D-did I do good?”

He nods, his arms tightening around you. "You did amazing," he murmurs, nuzzling into your hair. "I'm so proud of you. My pretty little Hunter, so obedient and perfect." He rocks you gently, his cold hands rubbing up and down your back to warm you up.

His voice dips, like he’s talking to one of his young patients in the pediatric ward.

His voice softens, taking on that gentle, almost paternal tone he reserves for his youngest patients and... apparently, his submissive fiancée when she's in a vulnerable state. “There we go... shh... my good girl..."

“Zayne?”

“Hm?”

“Am I smart?”

“Get some sleep, Princess.”

One thing about brain fog that I don't really hear mentioned is how it makes conversations and hanging out with friends so hard, like there have been so many times I've been hanging out with friends and they're telling me something but I just can't comprehend it because of brain fog, or I can't think of anything to say to keep conversation flowing so I end up sitting there in silence, or how there are so many activities and games that I just can't join in on because my stupid brain won't cooperate.

hi:3 can you write one with xavier and reader where she's dressed like a bunny

𝐵𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒹𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝐵𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐂 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐏𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤!𝐧𝐤, 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤!𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭.

She didn’t know how the silver haired man convinced her to wear this. Her tits were so pushed up she could feel them against her throat. Maybe that was her imagination. The floppy, fluffy white ears perched on top of her hair. Two thin pieces of fabric were the only thing covering her breast from being fully exposed.

This is what she got for even mentioning the thought of lingerie to Xavier.

But alas, here she was in his bathroom, giving herself a once over. She kept tugging at the bottom of the incredibly short skirt like a nervous habit. Well, she wasn’t getting any younger.

She opened the door slowly, poking just her head out to see Xavier waiting patiently on the edge of the bed.

“I feel silly.”

“Starshine, you could never be anything but perfect in my eyes.” And she knew it was true. She’d embarrassed herself plenty of times and her boyfriend was never anything but accepting. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom.

Xavier thought he had ascended to the heavens when his eyes caught sight of the outfit. Pink really was her color. She adjusted the bow around her neck with fidgeting fingers.

“What do you-“

“Turn around.” His usually monotone voice interrupted her before she could finish. She saw the fluffy tail, a buttplug, dangling from his fingers. “This is the final piece. I’ve already…prepped it for its final destination.”

Of course he would crack a joke. But she couldn’t think of much else when he walked over to her, brushing her hair off of her shoulder to kiss the exposed skin.

“You look beautiful. My own breeding bunny, hm?” He whispered in her ear. His fingers, still slick with lube, trailed up the lace thong. He pulled the thin fabric aside with his finger and rubbed his digits along the expansion between her cheeks.

“Oh, Xavier…” he whisper was breathless. He cooed softly, kissing her head right between the white fluffy bunny ears.

“Bend over the bed for me, Starshine. Hop to it.” If she wasn’t so horny, she’d slap him.

But her chest brushed the bed, her ass on full display for Xavier. Her breath hitched when a finger slid across her second hole. She shivered with a gasp when his index finger inched its way inside.

“So tight for me…but you can take it, bunny.” He whispered as if telling her the most sacred secret. When a second finger joined in soon after, Y/n swear she felt herself leak through the lingerie. Xavier was eager. He pulled out his fingers and lifted the plush bunny tail. “Deep breath bunny.”

Y/n’s manicured nails dug into the sheets as the plug slowly nestled itself between her cheeks. She gave a whine of approval when it notched itself in perfectly. Xavier rubbed her ass in a slow, circular motion as he stood back to devour the scene before him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful.” He praised, pulling down his sweats just enough for his cock to spring out. He was already so hard, tip leaking with need. Y/n looked over her shoulder with wide, needy eyes.

“Xavier, please. I’ve been such a good bunny…” she pleads, lower lip jutting out in a pout.

“Oh, have you? Does my bunny deserve a treat for wearing such a scandalous outfit?” Xavier stepped forward just enough to rub the tip of his cock between her slit, collecting the juices there.

“Biiiig stretch, Bunny.” And he wasn’t kidding. Who knew such a nonchalant, soft spoken man was packing that much heat between his thighs. But Xavier could be patient contrary to belief. He lifted his sweat and clenched it between his teeth as he watched inch by inch disappear between her folds.

“Xavier…oh god….” Y/n whimpered. Her head bowed back as Xavier easily lifted her knees right at the edge so he could reach as deep as possible inside of her. The sweater dropped from his teeth when he bottomed out.

“Look at that Bunny. You’re so full. I’m all the way here…” he cooed, reaching below her to press when his cock was nestled inside of her warmth. Y/n bit her bottom lip to stifle her moans. “Ah, ah, ah…let me hear you, Starshine.” He punctuated his order by a harsh thrust that had his balls slapping her clit.

Y/n squeaked out a noise behind her bruised lips and Xavier immediately stroked her head. “That’s my good girl.”

His thrust, usually concise and solid, grew sloppy. Y/n could hear and physically feel how soaked she was. “X-Xavier! Feel so good, so deep….mmph!” She bit into the edge of his pillow but it was quickly ripped out from under her. Xavier lifted a strong long to the bed for balance and railed inside of her faster. The angle gave him an advantage and Y/n imagined the image they probably had laid out.

He was fucking her like a rabbit. Quick and sharp thrust, hellbent on one thing only.

Breeding.

Y/n’s little bunny ears were starting to slip and the thrust had her tits spilling from the top. Xavier could feel her walls flutter around him. He hooked fingers under her chin to make her turn her head to look at him.

Y/n’s little bunny ears were starting to slip and the thrust had her tits spilling from the top. Xavier could feel her walls flutter around him. He hooked fingers under her chin to make her turn her head to look at him.

“I’m gonna breed you, gonna b-breed this-Oh gods…-gonna breed this tight hole. My pretty bunny. My Starshine. My light. My-o-oh.” Y/n felt his balls tighten up against her clit. He was close. The way his curved cock was bullying that special spot inside of her, she wasn’t far behind.

His messy fingers gently tugged at the bunny tail. “Cum for me Bunny. Make a mess all over your Master’s cock. Serve me well.” Y/n was done for. With a strained cry, she tightened around his length to the point his hips stuttered. Xavier buried his face between the bunny ears that were barely hanging on.

Xavier was a sloppy man in the bedroom. He pulled out just enough for cum to trail down her thighs before using the head of his cock to scoop it up and push it back in. Y/n blushed at the stickiness between her thighs.

“Xavier, you pervert- w-wait!” Y/n was flipped on her back with ease. Xavier’s strong hands hooked behind her knees and pressed them to her chest in a mating press.

“Did you think we were done, Bunny? Oh no, I’m gonna fill you with all of my kits.”

Y/n swore in the back of her fucked out brain, that Xavier would be the next one to wear the bunny suit.

starstruck.

coming home drunk and showering xavier with kisses

short fluff <3 inspired by this lol

Xavier wondered what you were doing. He's at home, observing his fitness watch app when he noticed that your heart rate has been picking up. It's nothing alarming, but it makes him curious about what you could possibly be up to at this time of night.

He got his answer two hours later when Tara knocked on his door with your arms wrapped around her shoulders, giggling uncontrollably about something.

"Thank god you're here." Tara passes your swaying body over to Xavier, who then steadied you by putting one hand on your waist and another on the small of your back. "She kind of drank a little too much, so..... good luck and good night!"

"Huh?"

Soom after Tara vanished, Xavier felt his cheeks being squished by two cold hands. "Ooohh, no way! You look just like this guy that I like!"

"...oh no."

During the last ten minutes, Xavier has been trying to get you to drink water.

"I'm not drinking that love potion!"

You keep running away from him and occasionally bumping against his furnitures and the walls of his apartment.

You were giggling while looking over your shoulder, trying to see how far he is from you when suddenly, you bumped into....Xavier.

"Wha- how did you - " You suddenly gripped his shirt. "Oh, Xavier! You're not gonna believe this! Someone who looks just like you wants to give me a love potion! I think he might be Lumie- ah!"

Xavier threw you over his shoulder and did his best to hold tightly as you wiggled dramatically to free yourself from him. "I just want to give you some water."

He set you down on the couch and got on one knee in front of you so that he could give you the glass of water.

You blinked and stared at him with wide eyes, pupils dilated and body petrified.

Xavier tilted his head. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" The moment his hand brushed against your cheek, you gasped and recoiled. "Hmm?"

"...pretty...."

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You woke up with the worst headache of your life. You're never drinking ever again.

You say that every time you get drunk, but you really mean it this time. It doesn't matter how good the drinks are - you can only have one drink from now on! No more!

"Ugh..."

You opened your eyes and recognized Xavier's bedroom. You're wearing your pajama shorts and one of Xavier's comfortable shirts that's enveloping you with his scent.

Xavier is still sleeping next to you, back facing you and face partly buried on his pillow.

You wanted to stay in bed for a little longer and cuddle with him, especially since he always looks extra soft in the mornings, but your dry mouth is forcing you to get up and hydrate yourself.

And so, you dragged yourself to the kitchen. Along with a pill that'll help with your hangover, you took a big gulp of refeshing cold water.

"Good morning." a tired voice greets you through a yawn. "How are you feeling?"

You turned around to face Xavier and immediately choked on your water.

"PFFFFTTTT - "

You coughed and spat out some water, putting a hand on your throat as you felt it burn slightly.

"Are you okay?!"

Xavier ran over to check on you, giving you a closer look at his body's....modifications. He's only wearing his pajama pants, so everything else is out on display.

"That's...."

Xavier realized you're gawking at him - specifically at the lipstick stains all over his face, neck, and chest.

The kiss marks are the same shade of red that you wore last night when you went out with Tara and Simone.

"Oh god..."

Your right hand reached for Xavier's face and your thumb started to wipe one kiss mark on his cheek.

You almost forgot about it, but now the faint memory of you peppering kisses all over Xavier is slowly coming back to you.

You just remembered him looking so dazzling and you were overcome with the urge to kiss him.... a lot, apparently.

"You could've at least wiped them off before falling asleep."

Xavier smiled and shook his head. "I don't mind them. You were having a lot of fun and it was helping you calm down. I'm glad I was able to help."

"Ugh. I'm never drinking again."

"That's what you said last time." Xavier laughs, nuzzling his face against the hand that was wiping him. "But it's okay. As long as I'm your only victim, I don't mind taking care of drunk you."

Doctors should snark at each other more, be a bit mean. Not for no reason, mind you. But if five doctors blow me off about symptoms and doctor number six FINALLY runs actual tests and gets a diagnosis, I think it should be Doctor Six's right to call up the other five and tell them they're lazy pieces of shit. That should be socially encouraged. Those first five doctors clearly can't listen to patients, but maybe another doctor might finally get to them.

you know, another thing that fascinates me about LADS is how which LI(s) a player chooses is reflective of personal preferences? like, i recognise that that is pretty ‘obvious’ - sure, obviously, the LI(s) players choose are going to, to some degree, embody what a player likes; but it’s interesting to stop and self-reflect on what that says about oneself on a deeper level?

using myself as an example, i’m very much a Xavier girl; and, sure, on the surface level, it’s just a “the heart wants what the heart wants” situation - but it’s honestly quite…revealing? to actually sit with and discern the ‘why’ behind what draws me to him. while on a surface level, it can be summarised as a ‘he’s my type’ kind of thing, but i think stopping and thinking about why he’s my type - like, what that says about me and what i, consciously or not, look for - is a fascinating thought experiment?

personally, i think it speaks to a sense of ‘reliability?’ like, to me, a chronic overworker, xavier seems to embody a sense of rest, a sense of being the type of person you could depend on, someone who you could ‘turn off your brain’ around because you can rely upon them. and i think that that speaks to something on a deeper level - i think that that type of need often manifests in women like myself, people who are used to having to be self-reliant, to having to be the ones who ‘do it all.’

i think that need is a very common manifestation of the burden that comes with that level of self-reliance; of retreating into, or simply just daydreaming about, having a partner who can be that, of someone who’s not only capable, but willing - interested - in taking care of you - and i think that that often does begin and evolve out of that fantasy. very often, this desire is born out of previous experiences where such a need hasn’t been met, which results in then having to shoulder the burden of being the only person who takes care of yourself - which is not only physically taxing, but also emotionally taxing; it evokes this sense of “i take care of everyone, but who takes care of me?”

and i think that that’s one of the things that i love about the LADS community; it’s really interesting seeing these open conversations around why other players choose the LI(s) they do. particularly, i love getting to be exposed to these discussions around LI(s) that i specifically feel no strong draw to - it’s actually quite cool seeing why someone might be a caleb girl (as he’s basically the opposite of my type lol) and have that additional perspective. especially because the logic is often quite similar? like, the very things that draw me to xavier could be nearly identical to what draws someone to caleb, or sylus, or zayne, or rafayel - and it’s really interesting hearing about how that manifests in people.

meme ft my MC 🤓

happy autism awareness day to all the girls who had “ friends” growing up who were actually bullying them . to the girls who always sat alone in the grass and wondered why nobody wanted to talk . to the girls who spoke to animals like they were listening . to the girls who created a little world in their room . to the girls who always felt ashamed for how deeply they love things and how passionately they enjoyed media . to the girls who covered their ears when they were overwhelmed by everything . to the girls who carrying a special thing around to feel safe . to the girls who never understood what they did wrong to feel so lonely . to the girls who were diagnosed later in life because they weren’t little boys who liked trains. you are so special and beautiful and you’re not worse for it, you love deeply and that is so wonderful please never try to push that down . I LOVE YOU !!!!!