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✿ Magnetic – Who are you to deny the one person you cannot stop thinking of? You can’t, and the constant lying helps no one. Especially not when he’s at your door asking for company to the fleet’s ball, or when you act uninterested in his matters. | Smut
✿ Dress Up - Restarting a 3-week project a week before its deadline has completely drained you. You don't even have the inspiration to draw out your board! At least you have a good roommate, a great one actually, who's more than happy to offer her assistance.
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✿ Invite me in – This line of work isn’t easy, the wanderer attacks make it ten times harder actually, but what else can you do? You’re one of the few people in the city that hasn’t fled from the cold confinement of the morgue, and that makes you a target. A profitable one with a lot more info than you’re willing to provide. | Chapter 1
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I'm so sick rn oh my gosh. It feels like I'm being dragged around in gravel. Xavier come home and take care of me I have an mc! x older!non-mc thing to write 💔
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Imagine being gone for like... 5 months and then coming back with some random bullshit. But honestly, I’ve been going through hell and back; it is not fun. o(￣┰￣*)ゞ
Implied fem!reader x Mc, angst
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You are the one that helped her. Through all of the funeral planning, the late nights filled with crying, and those days when you could tell that being at work were putting a strain on her. Everything that you did was to help Mc, and you truly thought that it would amount to something. A formal friendship at least, but no.
The moment that he came back it all went to shit.
You couldn’t even believe it yourself. You planned his funeral, twice. The one that was held in public, with big frames, old friends, and a large sleek casket. Which you mentioned not needing since there was no body, but that fragile look in Mc’s eyes won you over every time.
Then there was the smaller one. Just you and Mc in her apartment. A picture of Caleb dimly lit by the small circle of candles on her coffee table. It was personal, intimate, a moment the two of you shared that solidified your bond. The day that you realized there was something deeper in the way you felt for Mc.
Clearly it was a one party thing.
And you hated to admit how you felt about it. How irritated and sour it felt to catch a glimpse of them hanging out. How hurt you were when planned hangouts were cancelled the day of because “Caleb has something special planned!” A phrase you learned to get used to after the third time it rang in your ear.
It was a cruel joke the way things played out. The obvious tension you now held with Mc, and the paranoia of having Caleb in the apartment next to yours. Hearing their faint whispers from your kitchen walls, and don’t forget about the gifts.
The larger than life gifts that you always saw get delivered to her door because of course it couldn’t happen while you weren’t around. It was always when you were leaving or coming back to the apartment. Like he knew you’d be there. Sour faced and dragging your body back into your home.
So yes, with all of that said, it was surprising when you heard the loud pounding at your door that night. You’d just gotten back from the worst wanderer attack you’ve dealt with that month. Sharp cuts and shallow wounds peppered your skin. A large bruise prominent on your side that stung each time you made a sudden move.
You didn’t expect anyone, hoping to just take your meds and wallow yourself to sleep. Fate is cruel though.
You opened your door to a shaken Mc. Her wide eyes scanning your face as if to memorize your injured state. You barely got your question out before she pushed through you and into your apartment. Her bag hitting the cold wood floor with a thump.
You stared in confusion and you couldn’t tell if this was real or a fucked up hallucination caused by your meds. Either way, you were slowly pulled away from the door and led back to your couch. Warm hands helping you settle as you winced in pain from the contact.
You could hear Mc’s muffled scolding as she rummaged through her bag. The worry made you laugh. Now she cared? It’s been two months and it’s only now that you’re being thought of.
“I’m sure you would’ve been just fine if I died.” The words fell from your lips faster than you could register them. Maybe it was the pills that had spiked your confidence. Maybe you were finally over it all. You didn’t know, couldn’t properly find the reason as your brain fogged up.
Mc didn’t move, her hands clutching the seam of her bag as the silence echoed through the apartment. You don’t know how long the two of you stayed like that. It couldn’t have been longer than a minute or two, but you were already starting to drift.
You woke up the next day with a headache. The sunlight coming in from the window worsening its effect. You lifted yourself up slowly. Waiting for your eyesight to adjust to the sudden light when a small note caught your attention.
It felt worn. Folded in on itself enough times to make heavy creases on its surface. The writing was faded, stained with old eraser marks and what looked to be tears. The only clear writing on the page leaving you unenthused and skeptical.
“It’s not fair of me to try and talk to you without a proper explanation about the last 2 months. I never meant to hurt you or push you away. When your wounds heal I’d like to explain it all to you. Please.
I’m sorry, for everything.”
Not making any promises cus I clearly get caught up but if I make a part 2 it’ll be this week. And with smut cus I have that somewhere lol
lads men when they catch you reading fanfiction about THEM
Pairings: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb x f!Reader (seperate)
CW: the fanfics read by MC are nsfw + jealousy in xavier’s part bc lumiere & also Caleb is overly freaked out but whats new! … MDNI
A/N: dante kinktober is being postponed for a bit so i’m posting this as a treat for the meantime!
XAVIER
Okay so maybe you missed lumiere just a bit. You practically kissed tara when she showed you a new fanfiction website for you to dive in the trenches of.
“Oh~ Lumiere, you’re so strong! How can I ever repay you for saving me?” you said, a coy smile on your face as you rocked back and forth on your heels.
“I can think of a way…” Lumiere leaned forward, cupping your face in his gloved hands. He pressed his soft lips on yours, making your gasp in surprise. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing back eagerly.
A trail of saliva stretched between your mouths before eventually snapping when the two of you pulled away for air. Lumiere’s blue eyes darkened under his mask as you trailed your hands down his clothes.
“Tell me, do you want me, (Y/N)?” Lumiere murmured in your ear. His voice making heat pool in your stomach.
“Yes—
“____?” Xavier’s voice made you snap out of your fangirling. “What are you doing?”
You laughed nervously, immediately turning off your phone. “Nothing!”
Xaviers eyes narrowed. You shifted nervously under your blankets. Were you feeling…needy? That earned you an amused look from xavier.
“Starlight, if you needed some help you couldv’e just said so. No need to be so secretive,” Xavier chuckled, making his way over to the side of the bed where you laid.
“What were you looking at? Something naughty? You seemed awfully flustered.” Xavier reached for your phone, frowning when you pulled away.
“N-nothing! Just.. a cat video!” You were well aware how stupid your lie was.
“Then why are you hiding it?” Xavier reached for your phone once again, this time succeeding. He switched on your phone, the bright light illuminating his face.
“Lumiere! Oh yes~ harder! just like that, Lumi-! Ah!”
Xavier’s face dropped.
“Star, is this—“ he didn’t even have words. “Lumiere?”
“Xavie…m’sorry i just.. i kinda missed Lumiere and Tara showed me this website and— and I got kind of carried away!” you rambled, feeling bad.
Xavier set your phone aside. “You don’t need this. You don’t need him. If you want to read filth, I’ll write it about myself fo you. Don’t read about him.” His gaze darkened.
“Yeah? You’re gonna write smut about youself for me to read?” you laughed. You stopped whne you realized he was in fact not joking. “Okay. Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t read about Lumiere.”
“Good girl. Now I think I should just show you just how much you don’t need Lumiere, right?”
ZAYNE
The first thing you did when you got home after picking Zayne up from his lecture was hop onto Ao3. How lucky of you to have overheard one of his students having a conversation with their friends about how hot Zayne was.
Normally you’d pay no attention to such talk, it was no surprise that people thought he was hot; but that student said something about Dr. Zayne fanfiction and you just couldn’t help yourself!
“Doctor Zayne… I’m in need of some… urgent care.” You batted your eyelashes at the man in the white coat standing before you.
“I can see that. Mind elaborating, miss? Where do you ache?” Zayne asked in that seductive voice of his.
You had to stifle a giggle. Oh he was seductive alright.
“Right here!” You spread your legs, your skirt riding up to showcase the damp spot on your panties.
You applauded the main character’s boldness.
“Well.. as your doctor I have no choice but to help you out.” Zayne unbuckled his belt—
“Woah, no foreplay?” You laughed, taken aback.
“Darling? Are you alright?” Zayne called out from the bedroom. You froze, realizing you’d been too loud.
“No! Nothing’s wrong.” Zayne made his way to the living room where you sat curled up on the couch.
“You were talking about foreplay?” He raised an amused eyebrow.
“W-what, no! I was just reading!” Technically not a lie.
“About foreplay? Sweetheart if you want more knowledge on intercourse I hope you remember that I am a doctor.”
You almost choked when he said that last word, getting reminded of the fanfiction you were reading.
“Can I take a look?” Zayne reached for your phone and before you knew it, you saw the tips of his ears turn bright red.
“Ngghhh~ Zayne! Oh yes, just like that!”
“____… this is.. who wrote this?” Zayne’s gaze kept flicking from you to the device in his hands.
As much as you were embarrassed to have been caught reading that, you quite enjoyed his flustered face. “One of your students wrote it. I overheard her talking to her friends about how she uploaded it onto a website.”
“Is that so? And are you…. enjoying it?” Now it was your turn to become flustered.
“Ah— well, I was just—“ You found it hard to think when Zayne began to lean down, caging you against the couch.
“Do you need urgent care as well, my love? As your doctor I’m more than happy to be of service.”
RAFAYEL
There were many perks that came with being the girlfriend of a very famous and attractive artist, your favorite one being the endless amount of fanfiction floating around the internet.
Between your job as a hunter and spending time with Rafayel, you always found time to open up that one incognito tab and scroll through various fics. It was fun critiqueing the way the authors protayed Rafayel since you were the one who knew him best.
“Paint on me, Mr. Rafayel!” One of the comments underneath the post stated, “I’ll be your canvas!”
Oh jeez, was this one a dirty fic? You clicked on the title, immediately being met with vulgar writing.
“Be a good girl for me, my muse.” Rafayel hooked one of your legs on his shoulders, opening you up wide.
Yeah, you could definitely see him saying that.
“Yesyesyes! Fill me up, Rafayel!”
Were people getting off to this? You wondered.
“Cutie~ I’m home!” You heard Rafayel announce in a sing-song voice. You let out a small yelp, scrambling to switch tabs on your laptop.
Unfortunately you weren’t quick enough since Rafayel was now standing next to where you sat on the couch with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“My beloved bride-to-be, I know my age is up there but surely my vision isn’t that bad.. or were you actually reading fanfiction about moi?” Your face flushed as you struggled to think of an excuse.
“Uh— you’re delusional.”
“Am I now? Oh.. I see how it is.” Uh oh. You knew that look. It was the ‘I’m about to become the world’s biggest drama queen for the next ten minutes and there’s nothing you can do about my pouting”, look.
“My love prefers the fanfiction version of me instead of the real me… the betrayal…”
“Raf…” you groaned when Rafayel flopped down on top of you, pressing your body against the couch.
“Sighh, whatever shall I do?” You couldn’t help but giggle at his theatrics.
His hands snuck up under your shirt, making you shiver due to the contrast between his cold fingers and your warm skin.
“Maybe…I should remind you how much better the real thing is, hm?”
SYLUS
You highly enjoyed the uprising of book-tok. It meant that the mysterious leader of Onichynus would become the new muse for these people to write fanfiction on. Fanfiction that you loved indulging in.
As much as you found the mafia-daddy fanfiction hilarious—you knew what the leader of Onychinus was really like and you knew he’d never do things like what was written—you adored the more tame, vanilla works.
They felt more real to you, some of them even freakishly similar to what your beloved husband was actually like in bed.
What you didn’t expect was that Sylus knew all about your nightly hobby. He realized from day one when he asked you what you were reading and you coyly responded with a vague answer.
“Just a book, you wouldn’t like it,” you hummed. That intruiged him greatly. He didn’t pry, though. Except later that night, you’d fallen asleep on the couch with you phone on. Sylus couldn’t help but take a peek.
“Oh mister please don’t hurt me,” you squirmed against the ropes that bound you to the chair position in front of the man. You weren’t really afraid, no, you were aroused.
You wanted him to devour you, to consume you, no matter how taboo it felt.
His piercing gaze burned through you, like he knew what you were feeling as if it was a sixth sense. He chuckled lowly.
“Oh kitten,” he purred.
This sounded oddly familiar, Sylus thought, a smirk creeping onto his face.
“That’s quite a silly thing to request of the leader of Onychinus.” His eyes raked over your body, watching your chest rise and fall with heavy breathing.
There it was.
“Leader of Onichynus, hm? How naughty, sweetheart,” Sylus grinned. He switched off your phone and set it back where he picked it up.
He made sure to tie you up the next time you fucked, very pleased with this new found kink.
…
Your heart dropped when you woke up to a see message from Sylus.
fuckass crow<3: Read it. I have a feeling you’ll enjoy this one, sweetie.
1 Attachment: ‘Onychinus’s pet (NSFW)’ by yourlocallemurian
you: SYLUS.
CALEB
You were a freak. You weren’t loud about it, though. Hence the reason Caleb had no idea you read fanfiction written about the farspace fleet’s colonel every night.
It was a nightly routine for you ever since you reunited with him. When you saw him wearing that mouth-watering uniform, you just couldn’t get enough. So you touched yourself. Everynight. Thinking about how commanding he’d be, standing over you in those slutty—your words—clothes. It didn’t help that you were staying with him for the time being.
Then one day, you found the smut, and boy were you pleased with your findings.
“You deserve a punishment for going against the order of your Master, don’t you, Colonel?”the smirk on your face was almost audible in the tone of your voice. Your shoe pressed against the obscene buldge in his pants.
“Nggh—p-please, Master..” he whined, hips bucking against the force of your shoe, rutting against it.
“Dirty dog, humping my shoe. You’d do anything to get off, wouldn’t you?”
Caleb’s face was red. He’d only installed a screen mirroring app on your phone for safety precautions! He was just checking the app from his side because you weren’t answering his texts, he never expected to see…well, this.
His heart pounded and his dick throbbed in his pants, the fabric suddenly seeming tight. He sat on the couch with the back of his hand pressed up against his mouth while his hips rutted against the air.
He had to keep reading, he had to know everything that you imagined the two of you doing.
“Did you just cum from my shoe?” You scoffed, tugging his face up by his tie from where he stared at the ground. “Filthy.”
His eyes pricked with tears, a delicious sting blooming on the side of his face where your hand had slapped him.
“Oh fuck..” Caleb whimpered. Did you want to slap him too?
The front door unlocked.
“Caleb, I’m back!” you called out from where you were taking off your shoes.
The man all but sprinted towards you, dropping to his knees while holding up his phone. His hands grasped at your hips, peppering kisses all over your clothes.
“Please please please, use me, pips.” He stared up at you with teary eyes, grinding his cock against your leg. Your eyes widened with shock at the words on his phone, soon replaced with a dark sense of need.
How could you say no when he was staring up at you so pretty?
Colonel!Caleb who you’ve known since you were in middle school. He was always ahead, always sought out and wanted, but he made you feel special when you first moved to that area.
Colonel!Caleb was your best friend even though you knew you weren’t his. You practiced together, studied, laughed, and even rehearsed how to reject romantic proposals from others. Which only came in handy for Caleb, but it never bothered you. Not that much.
Colonel!Caleb eventually became someone you barely spoke to, someone you barely knew as your highschool careers came to an end. You began to resent who he was as you poured yourself into your studies, and by the time graduation came you were two separate people.
Colonel!Caleb became a back burner thought that you only tampered with once he was brought up by close friends. You had buried his existence under years of work and studying that paid off once you became an architect at a firm in Linkon and eventually, Skyhaven.
Colonel!Caleb the man that should’ve been dead from what you were told, now sat in front of you. Eyes icy with his uniform crisp in a way you’d never seen from anyone else. It was him, of course it was, but you knew that he wasn’t the same.
Colonel!Caleb who seemed to watch you from afar as you worked with your colleagues on a new base plan. He had cornered you earlier, asking you hundreds of questions which you answered just as fast. He remembered you, even when you felt like he shouldn’t, and that bothered you even more.
Colonel!Caleb that after a few months of you working in Skyhaven started acting like you had never stopped being friends. Leaving you food you used to like, speaking to you in a casual manner no one else heard, and stopping by your temporary apartment.
Colonel!Caleb who you wished would just take a damn hint and leave you alone. You couldn’t work as proficiently anymore, not with his stupid face on your mind. You started avoiding him as much as you could even if it meant going to extremes.
Colonel!Caleb wouldn’t leave your mind. You tried everything from pouring yourself into your work to just blocking him out completly, yet nothing worked. He was still there like a song you couldn’t forget
Colonel!Caleb that was suddenly at your door. Uniform as crisp as ever, but a flicker of hesitation was clear on his face the longer you made him wait. You were thinking of leaving him there. Of retreating into your room and focusing on anything else, but that was before you heard his soft “please.” The one that shouldn’t have the same effect on you as it did in high school, but it does.
Colonel!Caleb who’s smirk grew bigger as he watched you bring him something to drink. You sat as far away from him as you could. Watching as he didn’t look at you until he was finished with his drink. His composure never wavering even while you took him in. Trying to figure out why he chose to come here and not anyone else.
Colonel!Caleb didn’t ask for your company, he made a simple statement that he expected you to follow. Something that he had described as a challenge to lure you into accepting. It was a sleazy move, but you couldn’t help but think of how long it had been since you put him in his place and left him there.
Colonel!Caleb only chuckled in response to your acceptance, as if mocking you for the eagerness you both shared. It was just a game, like the ones you’d play when you were younger, except that there was more at stake. More for you to use to your advantage now that you were older.
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Random and vague drabble on the Caleb piece I’ve put on hold since I’m sick. Incredibly self-indulgent of me
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Idol!Xavier who you've known since your trainee days. The ever caring and sleepy guy that you'd always go to after a harsh critique. He was someone who was always there for you when you needed him, and you could never imagine him being anything other than thoughtful.
Idol!Xavier that seemed to distance himself from you after the two of you debuted in the same month. It was unfair and broke your heart, but he was still there for you even if you never saw it. Always looking for you in events and leaving you small things around the company.
Idol!Xavier the guy that your manager told you to stay away from in fear that you would end up in a scandal and eventually harassed. The same guy who hated the way you were now out of reach. Always in his line of sight but not in his arms.
Idol!Xavier a distant memory now after being an idol for 4 years. You were subtle acquaintances. Putting up polite appearances for the fans, but never interacting in person. It ate you up at night when you'd think of his soft smile and his melodic voice. No wonder his fans were obsessed.
Idol!Xavier who you'd picture while your hands worked over your clit. Your mind racing with his sweaty and fit figure, wishing he could just appear out of thin air and trace stars on your body. Your groans were only choked back claims to his name. Desperately seeking out pleasure that you couldn't have.
Idol!Xavier that would jerk off to your fancams. Repeating specific moments where your voice had his dick on the brink from cumming on the spot. It was shameless, something "gross" that he had been keeping for years, but his patience was wearing thin.
Idol!Xavier who you noticed was suddenly looking at you again. Not a lingering gaze, but a purposeful stare that had your knees weak. You thought it was an accident, a simple mistake, but it persisted and you needed to play too.
Idol!Xavier that was "caught" mentioning a relationship with you on live. It caused an outburst of rumors, the intense kind. You could barely process it all as your manager started questioning you. Her warm hands comforting and assuring you that she would get it fixed.
Idol!Xavier the once illusive and lewd image in your mind was now following you around the company. Eating lunch when you did, bumping into you around the halls. His hand slightly ghosting yours, and you swore that he was smiling each time. You just knew it.
Idol!Xavier somehow managed to start talking to you again. In secret, when he knew that your members or manager weren't around. It felt normal, like how your relationship used to flow when you were barely getting started with your careers. Even with the tension that you could feel in your throbbing core.
Idol!Xavier who had you gasping for air in a dark corner backstage. Gripping your waist and pressing you against his body as if you'd disappear with one wrong move. You could feel your head spinning as your lips pressed against each other. Saliva dripping down your chin and onto the outfit you'd be performing in soon.
Idol!Xavier that kept your whiny groans muffled by kissing you harder. His hands tracing the skin on your shoulder and pressing down the sensitive side of your neck. You could feel how soaked you were against his growing bulge. Grinding against him to get the most out of the moment.
Idol!Xavier peppered soft kisses on your skin while he helped you calm down. Cleaning your chin and fixing your outfit before going off to perform. His warm whispers washing over your tensed body.
Idol!Xavier who only watched half of your performance before going off to find your manager. The cold and detached look in his eye never wavering under the intense and knowing one in hers.
Manager!Mc that just scoffs at Xavier's attitude and pushes past him. A sharp stab to his arm before she speaks:
"You'll ruin your careers."
"I'll do anything to keep her to myself."
"Good luck with that, song boy. I don't lose."
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Kicking my feet right now out of pure joy. This is sooo getting a pt.2 :p
Manager!Mc who you've noticed has become more protective of you. Watching you close during practices, and asking more questions than usual.
Manager!Mc that after 4 years of working with you has never once let her mask slip. The one keeping her emotions for you and her hatred for Xavier locked down tight. That is until she catches the two of you together, close and startled.
Manager!Mc hasn't talked or looked at you directly since that day. Keeping her distance from you, and using the other members to tell you the simplest of things. Things she could tell you herself, but the jealousy just eats her up alive.
Manager!Mc who used to live in the same dorm as you and your members. Making sure that you were all okay, and occasionally standing by your door. Listening to your strangled moans and the ways that you'd call out for Xavier.
Manager!Mc would work herself sick at night to not go back to your door. To not imagine how her name would sound coming from your mouth. Your whines and wet sounds echoing in her head until she'd give up and eventually go back. Storing each sound in her memory
Manager!Mc that just couldn't avoid running into Xavier anymore. He was always there. Always with that dumb look on his face as if mocking her. Claiming you while bringing her down. She hated it.
Manager!Mc who you had forced to stay behind and watch you work on your solo. You made sure she kept watching you dance, eyes glued at her expression through the mirror while hers never left your body. Taking in everything about you that she could as she felt the weight of the moment on her body.
Manger!Mc couldn't move. She didn't want to, not when you kept luring her in, looking at her like you had been waiting for this opportunity. For the chance to have her in a position where she'd be vulnerable just for you.
Manger!Mc that was suddenly pinning you again to the studio mirror. Her hands inching closer to you , but never actually going out of their way to touch your skin. You had to make the first move. Had to confirm that what she wanted was okay, so you did. Leaning in to kiss her passionately as her arms wrapped around your waist.
Manger!Mc who didn't hear when Xavier came into the studio. She was too busy, too captivated by the way your body pressed itself against hers and how your fingers tugged at her hair each time she got too rough
Manger!Mc only noticed Xavier in the reflection of the mirror. Her distaste evident on her face as his smirk grew. It suddenly clicked in her mind how planned out this all was, it only turned her on more, but she would never admit that to you. Especially not to Xavier.
Manger!Mc who kept pulling you closer to her body. Tracing circles on your hips, and looking up at Xavier each time he got too close. It was intoxicating the way her mouth pressed against yours and suddenly went down to kiss your neck.
Manger!Mc who's grip on your waist only got tighter once Xavier pulled you out of her trance. You couldn't focus with Xavier pressed against your back. His tongue swirling in your mouth while Mc left small love bites on your collar bone.
Manger!Mc that makes a risky move in the heat of the moment. Leaning forward and leaving a bright red mark on Xavier's neck. The sudden groan from them both left you a bright mess as the heat in your core grew. It was more than unexpected, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't want more.
Manger!Mc who had to cut your intense make out session short since there were people outside of the studio. You could only sulk against Xavier's arms once she pulled away, but the dark look in her eyes mixed with the dangerous grin you knew all too well told you she wasn't done.
Manger!Mc dragged Xavier away from you by his arm. Taking him one of the corners of the studio to whisper something in his ear. It was quick, you couldn't hear a single word, and you could tell that neither of them would tell you.
Idol!Xavier who wraps his arms around you once Mc leaves. Littering kisses on your shoulder while humming the solo you were just practicing. When you tried to ask what Mc told him you were just met with a kiss. Something simple to keep you quiet until he pulled away.
"It's nothing...yet."
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I'm so sick that I could barely see what I was writing there in the end but ideas are meant to be shared (´﹃｀). Mc x Xavier x non-mc smut when-
i'm getting hit with another round of caleb x non mc angst, so as a healing bandage to my poor heart, i offer: caleb x non mc x mc. (slight nsfw)
you have feelings for caleb, but you stay clear from him, assuming that he likes mc considering how close and stuck to the hip the two of them are. you play the role of a good friend, helpful but never overstepping, hanging out with them without getting your feelings involved as much as possible. it doesn't quite stop your heart from hurting though, seeing how intimate mc and caleb sometimes are, like how they talk closely to each other, lips nearly brushing—something that caleb doesn't seem to do with you. mc does though, her lips often brushing against your ear and making you shiver when she whispers something to you, but hey, that's just girls being girls, right?
unknown to you, when mc and caleb has those 'close conversations', they're talking about you. like mc gushing to caleb about how adorable you are and how you must sound so sweet once she has you underneath her. or how caleb groans to her about how he just wants to pin you down and kiss you senseless until you're begging him to fuck you. how they both want you wrecked and ruined between them, making your mind melt with pleasure as a reward for being such a good girl for them. they secretly fight over you too, trying to stop the other from making the first move and inadvertently delaying the inevitable.
they do get over it though, especially once they realize they've been hurting you. maybe you can't hide the longing in your eyes any longer, often staring at caleb like a kicked puppy, and mc is jealous as hell, but she allows her and caleb to make the move together, crowding you in your own apartment and confronting you about your feelings. of course, feeling sick with guilt, you cry and apologize about liking caleb, blubbering about how you don't want this to ruin what he and mc has. mc is confused before laughing incredulously, telling you that fuck no, she doesn't like caleb, she isn't with him. what she wants is to be with you, so yeah, please give her a chance and you'll definitely fall for her too. you're speechless, and mc adds that fiiine (she grumbles), caleb wants to be with you too. and caleb nods eagerly, giving you that intense stare that makes your knees buckle.
you're in pure disbelief, thinking that you would never have caleb but instead you end up having him and mc. you're so shocked, jaw dropping open, but they don't keep your mouth empty for too long. they have you, unrestrained, that day, not caring that it's the middle of the day and that your neighbors might hear because of how loud you're screaming and whining and whimpering from their ministrations. oh, and they definitely still fight over you during sex, like who gets to kiss you first, or who gets to taste you, or who gets to open you up on their fingers. it's hell and heaven at the same time.
can you tell non mc is very dear to me. 🙂↕️ i want her to have the world because Y'ALL KEEP ON MAKING HER SUFFER. WDYM HURT NO COMFORT AND PURE ANGST, pls treat my girl right 😭
Idol!Xavier who you've known since your trainee days. The ever caring and sleepy guy that you'd always go to after a harsh critique. He was someone who was always there for you when you needed him, and you could never imagine him being anything other than thoughtful.
Idol!Xavier that seemed to distance himself from you after the two of you debuted in the same month. It was unfair and broke your heart, but he was still there for you even if you never saw it. Always looking for you in events and leaving you small things around the company.
Idol!Xavier the guy that your manager told you to stay away from in fear that you would end up in a scandal and eventually harassed. The same guy who hated the way you were now out of reach. Always in his line of sight but not in his arms.
Idol!Xavier a distant memory now after being an idol for 4 years. You were subtle acquaintances. Putting up polite appearances for the fans, but never interacting in person. It ate you up at night when you'd think of his soft smile and his melodic voice. No wonder his fans were obsessed.
Idol!Xavier who you'd picture while your hands worked over your clit. Your mind racing with his sweaty and fit figure, wishing he could just appear out of thin air and trace stars on your body. Your groans were only choked back claims to his name. Desperately seeking out pleasure that you couldn't have.
Idol!Xavier that would jerk off to your fancams. Repeating specific moments where your voice had his dick on the brink from cumming on the spot. It was shameless, something "gross" that he had been keeping for years, but his patience was wearing thin.
Idol!Xavier who you noticed was suddenly looking at you again. Not a lingering gaze, but a purposeful stare that had your knees weak. You thought it was an accident, a simple mistake, but it persisted and you needed to play too.
Idol!Xavier that was "caught" mentioning a relationship with you on live. It caused an outburst of rumors, the intense kind. You could barely process it all as your manager started questioning you. Her warm hands comforting and assuring you that she would get it fixed.
Idol!Xavier the once illusive and lewd image in your mind was now following you around the company. Eating lunch when you did, bumping into you around the halls. His hand slightly ghosting yours, and you swore that he was smiling each time. You just knew it.
Idol!Xavier somehow managed to start talking to you again. In secret, when he knew that your members or manager weren't around. It felt normal, like how your relationship used to flow when you were barely getting started with your careers. Even with the tension that you could feel in your throbbing core.
Idol!Xavier who had you gasping for air in a dark corner backstage. Gripping your waist and pressing you against his body as if you'd disappear with one wrong move. You could feel your head spinning as your lips pressed against each other. Saliva dripping down your chin and onto the outfit you'd be performing in soon.
Idol!Xavier that kept your whiny groans muffled by kissing you harder. His hands tracing the skin on your shoulder and pressing down the sensitive side of your neck. You could feel how soaked you were against his growing bulge. Grinding against him to get the most out of the moment.
Idol!Xavier peppered soft kisses on your skin while he helped you calm down. Cleaning your chin and fixing your outfit before going off to perform. His warm whispers washing over your tensed body.
Idol!Xavier who only watched half of your performance before going off to find your manager. The cold and detached look in his eye never wavering under the intense and knowing one in hers.
Manager!Mc that just scoffs at Xavier's attitude and pushes past him. A sharp stab to his arm before she speaks:
"You'll ruin your careers."
"I'll do anything to keep her to myself."
"Good luck with that, song boy. I don't lose."
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Kicking my feet right now out of pure joy. This is sooo getting a pt.2 :p
