Hey Archi! What about #46 or #48 with Xavier (LaDs)? SFW or NSFW is a-ok. Humor/crack is always appreciated. Also good luck with that meeting!
Hello Vii!!! I read this ask and just got the perfect idea for #48!!! Thanks for the leeway you gave me on humor and n/sfw lol. Hope you don't mind that this fic shares a continuity with Pampertime; I always wanted to write more fics in that series and now I have! This fic got slightly longer uhhhh 😂 and it started out funny but then quickly becomes suggestive lmao. Also I am absolutely clueless about dancing so a hundred apologies. I watched one tango video five times for research and that's just it lololol. Hope you like this! 🥹✨
por una cabeza
Xavier seduces you with tango. It more or less works.
“What are you doing?”
And what is going on, you add in your mind, taking in the surprise makeover that's swept across Xavier's living room. It wasn't like this yesterday when you stopped by to hand over the parcel that was mistakenly delivered to your apartment (again). There had been the presence of couches and beanbags; now a huge area is cleared of furniture, replaced by a scatter of rose petals and—now that you're concentrating—the rich melody of a violin piece playing in the background.
Xavier's back is on you, and he turns around and says, “You're not supposed to be here yet.”
Well—that's what he's trying to say, you think. It came out all warbled and unintelligible, because a rose is nestled snugly between his teeth for some unfathomable reason.
And it must've been there for a while, too, because you can spy a glisten of drool pooling around his gums.
“Uh, you may want to ...” you trail off, gesturing around the lower half of your face. Xavier takes the hint and snatches the flower off. He also wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
Now that the rose no longer distracts you, a cursory look at Xavier answers most of the questions burgeoning in your head.
He's wearing the bunny ears again, which could only mean one thing. Without your consent heat flashes within the core of your belly, and you're reminded of that one particular night involving Xavier and bunny ears and necktie wrapped around his neck like a bow ... and the promise of a sleepless night that he fervently fulfilled—and that extended till the day after.
He's also wearing a silk dress shirt that he may or may not have forgotten to button.
A twitch of his mouth pulls you back to his face, and you gather your bearings to say, ineffectively: “You look ridiculous.”
He tilts his head at that, all innocent wiles. “You don't like it?”
The open floor and its spatter of rose petals, the playful yet sweet tune of the violin, Xavier with his silk shirt that reveals the tantalizing gleam of his chest—it all feels like an overload of senses, but you swallow the mangled laughter bubbling out of you. He did catch you off guard the first time he surprised you with the bunny butler roleplay, after all.
“I've been practicing my skills in dancing,” he continues when he realizes that you're not going to talk. “I was planning to show you later, but you came in too early. I'm not prepared.”
This time, you allow that little bark of laughter. He's so full of shit, this Xavier. He claims he isn't prepared, yet he greeted you with a rose on his mouth while passionate music fills the space of the living room. What else can you do but smile helplessly at his charm?
“Still,” you say, a little coy, “can you show me your progress?”
And it's like a ripple: Xavier's gaze sharpens, and his poise gains an edge you usually see when he fights Wanderers. He should look silly with the bunny ears on, but it makes no fatal dent to his whole aura.
Slowly, like a leopard prowling towards its prey, he takes a step in your direction, eyes locked onto yours. Warmth curls in your gut and your breath catches—but you remain on your place. When he is a hair's-breadth distance from you, the heat of his body palpable against yours, his breath fanning your skin, one of his hands slides into the space between your side and your arm. It then molds its palm according to the curve of your waist, its weight heavy and searing, like a brand that you cannot rub away. And this hand, this clever hand, slips further to press onto your back—and yanks you to him, face to thighs.
The music's refrain picks up, notes swelling and pulsing around you and Xavier. He moves and you follow, relying on his guidance. Overall, the dance is a little clumsy, but Xavier is so focused on you and the closeness between you and him, that you feel the crawl of a flush climbing to your cheeks.
He twirls you then pulls you back to him, your thigh between his legs. Something brushes against it, but Xavier, intent on finishing the dance, steers you into a sweep across the room. And as the melody winds down to its conclusion, you feel your body angled into an incline, and, supported by his arms, bit by bit you fall into a dip, with Xavier following you.
For a few seconds he doesn't get up, and neither do you; you're just looking at each other, breaths gradually growing heavier, and for a fleeting moment Xavier's eyes drop to your mouth.
Slightly above your head, the bunny ears sway, their tips almost touching your hair.
“Impressive,” you say, airy.
“Anything for my lady,” he answers, voice low and husky.
“Then should we reward our loyal bunny butler for his efforts?”
A beat passes. Then stretches. And then the hands under your back shift and suddenly the world tilts until your body is laid on the soft carpeted floor. Xavier straddles you, both his hands traveling up the length of your arms, light, ghostly, but scorching. And when your eyes meet, he leans down, noses along your cheek to your ear, hot, moist breath tickling your sensitive skin.
He whispers: “I live for your grace, my lady.”
Then he leans back, smirks, and dives for your lips.
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My headcanon for Xavier playing League is that he’s an all-rounder and usually fills but gets put into jungle most of the time :P
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“XAVIER.”
“Yes?”
“PLEASE COME HELP I NEED YOUR HELP.”
He glances at the mini-map in the bottom corner. “You’re alone in your lane.”
“BUT IF YOU COME HERE BY THE TIME YASUO COMES BACK HE’LL BE SCARED AND WON’T COME FOR ME.”
“That’s not how this game works.” This is the line of the night. He thinks he’s said it seven times and it’s not even 15 minutes into the game yet. “Oh. Don’t move up too far or—“
“XAVIER I’M GOING TO DIE. I’M BREAKING UP WITH YOU WHAT KIND OF NON-GANKING IS THIS FROM THE GUY WHO NEEDS TO GANK. I HATE THIS YASUO I’M REPORTING HIM AND THEN WE’RE GOING TO DDOS HIM AND HE WON’T PLAY THIS GAME EVER AGAIN.”
You start to wail helplessly into your mic when you die. He’s already opening his phone to get your favourite boba drink delivered as a “good job for not overreacting” gift that you deserve very much.
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gondowan replied to your post “Like honestly not surprised we are having debates about whether or not...”
It's almost as if characters can't be ambiguous!! Just like in real life!!
It's funny because I wholeheartedly was like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ at the whole killing Sloane thing like why wouldn't you bring backup? And you've only known him for a short amount of time...of course he wouldn't divulge everything to you right away
@gondowan
a.) ambiguity of characters’ morality - It’s funny, because measures of morality both in fiction and in “real life” are so... moot? I won’t get into our reality, but even in the universe of ME: Andromeda, I just find everyone in it to be so shitty.
Think about it. 2180s. At least the humans have had two different eras and history of colonization, and in each era they thought they were discovering a “New World.” Lo and behold, this “new world/galaxy” already has existing life forms, civilizations, and histories. It boggles my mind that early in the game Cora can reminisce about Christopher Columbus and yet act as if, in this post-race world, the atrocities and grievances put forth since decolonization never existed. I guess that’s what you get when you have... really uncritical and incompetent writers in the studio????
Like someone complained recently that the exiles who killed the Angara for the water filter didn’t deserve to die. And it’s like, Magellan came to the Philippines dying of thirst too. I would’ve killed the son of a bitch if it meant preventing 300 years of my people’s suffering. That said I have no interest in ascribing moral or ethical value in this game. They have none. Idiots who signed on for the initiative were historically illiterate and/or already conniving bastards (like the benefactor, Reyes, etc.).
So yeah you’re spot on with fandom generally having the same 2-dimensional take on ethics, because I doubt these subtexts are present in their consumption of the characters, much less in the people and relationships that constitute their daily life.
b.) I actually really like Sloane as well. Her relationship with Kaetus endears them to me (even in spite of the shitty things we know, same with Reyes). The quest “High Noon” was just poorly written. I talked endlessly with mutuals about how it could’ve gone differently, and how the set up made no tactical sense whatsoever for both sides. You’re right Sloane should’ve brought backup. Also, why did Reyes just not send his operatives (who infiltrated the outcasts to be able to BEAT Kaetus to near death) to kill both Kaetus and Sloane???? Why would he not tell the Pathfinder - who seems integral to his success - about his plans so as to play it safe? I get it that he was worried about their relationship/friendship, but like c’mon that was just too sloppy.
I’ve also written before about how we should be able to broker a truce that ends up elevating the Angara vis à vis Keema. The Angara have a rightful stake in ruling Kadara, and I wish we could’ve returned the seat of power to them or the Resistance.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU (Comics), Batman (Comics)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd
Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Consent Play, Consensual Violence, Verbal Humiliation, Bondage, Restraints, Gags, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, Overstimulation, Biting, Scratching, Aftercare
Series: Part 2 of The Ties that Bind
Summary:
Ever since the first time they tried it, the violence and the roughness have become a standard part of Jason and Tim's play. Not all the time, by far, but every once in awhile when their moods line up right, or there's that spark in the air, it just happens. This is another one of those nights.
It's become something of a standard in their play. It's not… talked about, exactly, not when they're actually having sex, but sometimes Jason will get a certain look in his eye, or Tim will push a little harder than normal during foreplay, and they just click into a very different kind of play. Wrestling, almost fighting, and more often than not Jason will get him in a pin, or in restraints, and he'll get a good, rough night out of it. Bruises and bites and the hard slap of skin against skin.
Or like this time. This time is… different, but god, Tim's enjoying it.
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It's been so long since I've come across scented candles haha 😅 but I had used an oil diffuser for a time. I usually chose lavender during bedtime to help me sleep better (dunno if it worked tho lol) but I liked the scent of Grapefruit & Verbena! Very fresh and uplifting!
13. Bath or shower to relax?
I know in many places they're considered different from each other, but they're just the same to me conceptually and functionally lol. We only have shower at home, so shower!
17. How do you feel best loved?
Nakama lol I always appreciate it and feel very grateful when people I care about support the things I do, and lend a hand whenever I need help. Also, reassuring presence! The sort that, while I tend to have a solitary temperament, reminds me that I am not truly alone.
