I Love Whenever Random Fandom Drama Shows Up In My Feeds; I Love Seeing Intense Discourse That I Didn't

missed you

pairing : shen xinghui/xavier x mc/reader. i’ll be using female anatomy, my apologies 😔

warnings : 18+ fic, minors do not interact. please. use of “starlight” and “love” as pet names. pussy eating, p in v sex. rough OOC xavier (fr xavier would never act mean like this). praise.

background : he’s a needy boyfriend after a mission.

word count : 1.87k words

AN : first full on smut i’ve ever published somewhere. probably have WIPs on like my old/new wattpad but i lwk don’t wanna remember them 💔 very probable this will not be my best work but i’ll try to keep xavier in character. if anyone reads this, ty for giving this a chance 🙏

it’s been busy in linkon city these last few weeks. many wanderer attacks have taken place and the unicorns team has been dispatched often to keep the hordes of wanderers under control. while you have been teamed up with tara exceptionally, your usual partner has been sent on another solo mission.

obviously, his strength as “lumière” is a much needed contribution to keeping the wanderer attacks under control. without lumière, linkon would’ve been in ruins by now. and that, years ago. it’s not surprising captain jenna has sent him by himself to take care of some no-hunt zones.

you, however, missed the person behind the lumière persona. your dear boyfriend and partner, xavier, was continuously away from home. he casually dropped by his own apartment some days to take power naps and return to work shortly after, but never stopped by your apartment. you actually put more pressure on yourself to clear the wanderers so you can have him home faster.

after the whole team got rid of the spawning wanderers, you finally had two days off. captain jenna let you rest for these two days and had someone cover your work for the time being. you gratefully accepted this offer and hoped to finally get time and recharge with your dear boyfriend. the moment he was finally off duty, he teleported to your apartment and fell in your arms.

“you didn’t even bother taking the stairs? i’m just a floor under you,” you say softly, running your fingers through his hair and untangling it. you can feel him nodding against your neck.

“i wanted to see you. i missed you,” he admits. you chuckle at his vulnerability. it was very adorable, and you were reassured to know your feelings weren’t one sided. “i missed you too, xavier.”

he nuzzles his head in your neck and, as you both start to relax, you feel his hand sliding under your shirt and kneading the skin of your waist. a little gasp leaves your mouth as you stare at him, surprised. “what are you doing?”

he chuckles and his hands trail up higher, enjoying the feeling of your skin against his own. “isn’t it obvious? i missed you. i need to feel you. it’s been so long…” he trails off sleepily, his head buried in the crook of your neck. his hands stop right under to breasts, gently drawing circles on your skin. he starts kissing your neck, small pecks that eventually become more desperate, more passionate. you bite your bottom lip to keep small moans from leaving your mouth already.

“i thought you were tired. shouldn’t you sleep instead?” you tease him sarcastically, one hand going to the back of his neck and rubbing it. he doesn’t answer, too preoccupied to make you feel good. his lips trail up your neck, reaching your jaw as he lightly sucks on it. he kisses your cheek, the corner of your mouth, until his lips finally land on yours.

at first, he is gentle. your hands grab his cheeks, leaning into his touch as the kiss continues. but the moment you pull back to catch your breath, he immediately kisses you back, turning more passionate and almost aggressive. his tongue pries itself into your mouth, battling against yours. his hands slip under your bra and his fingers toy with your nipples, desperate to hear a single sound come out of your mouth. your mind is hazy, feeling yourself grow wetter at his touch. how pathetic, you were already so aroused and he practically didn’t touch you yet. after that kiss that seemed to last an eternity, you let out a small moan, and xavier stares at you with a smirk on his face.

“good girl,” he praises you, his hand stroking your messy, undone hair. “keep making these sounds for me, okay? you sound beautiful.”

he raises your shirt over your head and throws it to the other side of the room. his lips lock onto your erected nipples, sucking on them one at a time. seeing them all red and swollen for him was wonderful. he wanted to make you feel good. he needed you to come undone with his touch, and his alone.

“x-xavier, you-“ you cant finish your sentence as he dips a hand under your pants, stroking your wet, clothed sex. every time his fingers brush against your sensitive clit, you cant keep yourself from shuddering, a mess under his touch. “feel so good, need you inside me. please,” you beg. he looks at your sternly, his eyes darker and more serious than when he introduced himself into your apartment.

“you need me? you need my cock?” you nod desperately, body jerking as his fingers tug the band of your panties teasingly. “then beg for it, starlight.”

he releases the band of your underwear to remove your sweatpants first. when he sees your legs, he immediately gets on his knees and trails kisses up your calves, to your knees, to your thighs. he looks up at you, his eyes expectant. “cant beg? then i’ll have to take this matter into my own hands.”

his fingers tug the band of your panties and slides them off your thighs. he pries your legs apart and holds them still as his head dives into your fold. the moment his hot tongue is in contact with your wet pussy, you twitch, legs struggling to stay open.

“so wet for me already… hm, you really needed this, didn’t you?” he whispers as he leans back from your cunt, staring up at you. when he notices you can’t hold your gaze on him, he scoffs. “look at me, love. look at who is making you feel so good.”

his tongue circles around your clit and suckles on it, enjoying the feeling of your hips grinding it his face. he decides to delve into your folds, reaching places you can’t by yourself. and oh, did he love how good you taste. he could feed on your essence for hours and he would want more. his thumb circles as he eats you out, his groans muffled by your cunt. he started grinding his hips on the edge of the couch as he felt more and more aroused, his erection straining in his pants. you, too, kept grinding your hips on his face, riding it.

“m’gonna cum,” you whisper, your words cut off by your desperate moans. it doesn’t take long before you cum on his face, your juices coating it. he keeps eating you out through it, lapping up at your insides until your body finally relaxes. he could see your eyes closing and grabbed your jaw, squeezing it.

“didn’t you forget something?” he asks while tilting your jaw to look at him. your words come out in a jumbled, incoherent mess. you struggle to look at him, feeling already overstimulated after your orgasm. he only sighs and unbuckles his belt.

“i’m not done with you, starlight,” he whispers next to your ear, throwing his belt away once he sees unbuckled it. he opens the zipper of his pants and you see his straining erection his boxers. he grabs your jaw again and tilts it to face him. “my face is here, love.”

“p-please, xavier… i need you,” you finally manage to whisper, his eyes boring into yours. you see a slight, proud smile on his face and he releases his hold on your jaw, only stroking your cheek. “hmm, you’re actually in a better state than i thought you’d be.”

he chuckles, kissing your cheek as he slides down his pants and boxers to let his cock spring free. “maybe i’ll be gentle so you aren’t completely wasted tomorrow,” xavier says calmly, his hand on the hilt of his cock, precum already glistening on his tip. “or maybe i should just fuck you dumb? you usually like that,” he adds, his warm breath on your neck. you make small nods and he smiles, his cock teasing and circling around your entrance.

“p-please fill me up,” you whimper. he honours your wishes, but does it slowly. his cock keeps teasing your entrance while his fingers pinch your nipples. he keeps whispering praise in your ear before gently settling inside you. your walls instinctively clench around him as he first bottoms himself inside you, which incites a whimper from him.

“i missed this… oh, you’re perfect, love,” he whimpers with shaky breath, nipping at your neck as he starts thrusting in and out of your cunt. “m-more, please,” you ask, and you feel him smile against your neck. “such a good girl. i’ll give you more.”

xavier keeps sucking at your neck, his hands settled on your breasts and he starts rutting into you, his cock reaching places you weren’t able to reach on your own. his length was perfect inside of you, pulsing from inside you as his lips landed on yours, tongue battling against yours.

your hand reaches behind his head, passing your fingers through his hair while he keeps rutting into you, his pace getting rougher and faster. the knot in your stomach forms once again and your legs quiver as you grind your hips against his own. you tug back on his hair to stop the kiss. “i’m gonna come- ugh, gonna come soon,” you whisper. a whimper comes out of his mouth, his cheeks flushed red. his cock pounds your insides, your eyes couldn’t help but roll back.

“y-you’re so hot when you pull my hair like that- fuck!” he whimpers against your lips before kissing you again like he’s starved. your moans slipped from your mouth despite his lips as you felt your climax approaching sooner than later.

“i’m gonna come too, ugh…” he adds, pulling back from the kiss and staring at your beautiful, flushed face. “you can hold it, starlight. for me?” he pleads, puppy eyes making him seem almost innocent as opposed to his cock abusing your pussy. “i know you can. you’re so good, so perfect…”

at his praise, you tried holding back, but it only spurred you on more. “i love your pussy. i love you. you’re such a good girl for me,” he whispered to you. you finally came, your slick juices coating his cock generously as he finally bottoms inside you one last time, long and thick spurts of hot seed filling you deep. he buried his dick inside you as you both recovered from your combined orgasm. he holds you close to him, breathing in your scent which he could never get enough of.

“i didn’t even get to ask you how your mission went,” you mention, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“why would you want to know what lumière was up to?” he retorts in annoyance.

“because lumière is cool! i like learning more about him,” you say, obviously waiting for a reaction. after seeing him pout, you decide to give it up. “i know he can’t compete with my dear boyfriend though.”

“that’s not good enough for an apology.”

“i’ll let you borrow my electric stove then.”

xavier smiles and nuzzles his head against your neck, leaning into you. “i really love you.”

“i love you too, xavier.”

AN (2.0) : i sure do hope no one irl associates me with this blog. if someone knows me, please pretend this never existed and ily<3. i cant be shamed more than i am actually. btw did not proofread and wrote this within 3 days (it shows) so quality sucks i’m sorry. finals are shit.

★no reposts ! please give credits to xiwatchthemoon★

I wish that, instead of reacting angrily or feeling attacked by the love many women feel for Love and Deepspace, some men would adopt a more open attitude and use the lessons this game offers to improve the way they treat their partners and women in general.

Love and Deepspace is designed to make us feel loved and to convey what love should feel like. For me (and I know for many others), it has taught me to understand what I truly desire in a relationship and how I want to be treated. Love interests are designed to make us feel valued, prioritized, and deeply loved. They are attentive, respectful, and caring, showing their love without coercion or demands, putting us first, and the evolution of the relationship and its intimacy is built on trust and mutual respect.

Even mechanics like the menstrual cycle representation, which has been criticized so much, are a reflection of the care and empathy that should exist in a healthy relationship. Understanding your partner's stage of the cycle not only allows you to support them more sensitively, but also to show meaningful support during phases like the luteal phase or menstruation itself.

This game isn't about sex or pornography, as many people think, but about love, respect, and genuine affection. It teaches us what true love feels like, what a healthy relationship should be like, and what it means to be authentically loved. There's nothing wrong with this, nor should those of us who enjoy this experience feel ashamed.

“surely this will not cause my chronic illness to flare up,” i say, actively doing something that has never failed to flare my chronic illness

omg STRONGLY recommend this !!! like honestly probably the best series ive read on here

(BUT OH MY GOD THE ANGST 😭😭)

(still 10/10 imo tho lol)

Calm and Serenity

Series Masterlist

Sylus x Non!MC

summary: you didn't know what sylus saw in you. he said you were calm, quiet and serene and that's what he needs. you believed it. he showed it. not until little miss hunter came. she's everything you're not. news that she's in danger can make the ever so calm sylus to run and leave everything behind. it made you think, would he do that for you as well?

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

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.”

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.

and let me be clear, i'm not saying you have to agree with these people. like, you're allowed to not want to interact/see/whatever a certain community, i genuinely do not care. but like, that still does not justify creating blind, visceral hatred over it.

and it's not because a lot of these communities targeted, such as radqueers, tend to be younger or neurodivergent, or whatever else (though do keep that in mind); it's that no one deserves this blind hate for simply existing. you're welcome to have a dni for them, you're welcome to want to avoid stuff you don't like, you're welcome to have boundaries, but like consider whether this is a "yeah i don't feel comfortable about this and would like to avoid it when possible" vs a "these people existing is wrong and bad"

the whole “is x valid” discourse is so bizaare to me; like obviously there’s the fact that we’re arguing about whether a person’s existence and identity is valid (especially when queer existence and rights as a whole are under attack), but also just the absurdity of the premise?

like what is the successful outcome here? does anyone genuinely believe that tumblr discourse is going to make someone change their identity? like is a non-binary lesbian gonna be like “you know what, tucutesmasher46 raises a valid point and i’ll re-define my entire identity to align with their stance?” (or is it just the desire to bully and harass people who ‘don’t lesbian correctly?’)

moreover, it’s the disparity between the outrage to the population that confuses me; like, i’ll see posts ranting about rad-queers, and it’s like…guys…you’re worrying about like 30 people on tumblr.

Shout out to the autistic who’s abilities have regressed as they’ve gotten older.

“You didn’t used to be like this when you were a kid.” I know please don’t remind me

(if microlabels. contradictory labels, xenogender, etc. are something you have issue with, then dni please)

my hot take is that i side-eye this whole intellectualisation of queerness sometimes. like, i'm all for discussing and critically examining our identities (bc oh boy wouldn't it be ironic if i wasn't), but i just get the ick with how often we'll explain an identity with a paragraph of text behind it

like, okay, take for example the current discourse around the whole afab transfem/amab transmasc stuff; while, sure, i think explaining *why* someone might feel like that label represents them is helpful, i also feel like we shouldn't *have* to

like, if someone wants to call themselves something, then they can. i do not think there should be an expectation to explain, justify, or defend their reason; the sentence "i feel that this label genuinely represents how i feel" is sufficient

i suppose the reason it bothers me is that i see it disproportionately directed towards people who use microlabels or contradictory labels, and it often tends to imply that the use of such label is not enough, that it must be proven 'legitimate' before it can be accepted

idk, i haven't fully sifted through my thoughts on this (and obv there is a lot of nuance i'm skipping over here), it's just something i've been clocking lately