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Thinking about Xavier’s breeding kink

you had just been on your phone in the bed scrolling through Instagram when you came up on a reel

“all men have breeding kinks it just needs to be unlocked”

You scoff at it a little, that’s kind of a bold statement to make, you think to yourself

But then you put two and two together, all the times Xavier had preferred coming inside you, how his eyes gleam like an ocean in the night sky when he sees you interacting with children

Xavier has a breeding kink

And you’re gonna unlock it.

Step 1 get him in bed, pretty easy if there was any activity xavier loved in the bed more than sleeping it was fucking you.

Step 2 allude to pregnancy and or breeding.

Xavier was in between your thighs length aligned with your core about to push inside you

“hey honey, i haven’t been able to fill the prescription for my birth control for a couple weeks, but it’s fine you can still come inside me.”

“ I mean a baby wouldn’t be the worst thing huh”

And that’s how you ended up here..

“ Fuck, that’s it” he moans out as he pounds into you at an undetectable rhythm

Xavier wasn’t usually primal but this was a primal urge , like a leopard chasing its prey.

Your hands clawing at his back

Sobs of pleasure coming out of your mouth as he grips your hips.

“ ngh , so full of your cock” you moan out

Xavier’s pace quickens somehow not even knowing that was possible at the rate he’s going

“ let me make you a mommy” he moans close to your ear

“ it’s what you want hm, it’s what you need, your womb craves my seed?” He ask so honestly like he genuinely needs the confirmation.

“ fuck , yes need your babies, need you to make me a mommy” you say breathlessly words slightly broken up as Xavier’s pounds are relentless

That’s all it takes for him

His thrusts are even more frantic but somehow more sensual like he wants to paint your walls with his seed up and down, he wasn’t fucking you anymore he was making love to you.

“ you’re perfect my star, gonna look so good carrying my baby, gonna give you everything all of me-“

As he’s cut off by your orgasms intertwining

You falling apart underneath him as he pumps you full of his cum, squirt after squirt , rope after rope

Your gummy insides so weak from his cock not even fighting just taking all that he can give like your cunt nutritionally needs it.

“ that’s it honey, I’ve got you” he says running his fingers along your hip bone before pulling out

Immediately sticking his fingers in your cunt as to block the exit making sure there was no other choice but for it to pass through to your womb.

After he’s decided your cunt had efficiently taken his bearings , he gives it a couple pats as if it had just had a full meal.

He flops down next to you kissing up your neck

“ my princess, did so good. So full and leaky”

So all men having a breeding kink may be up for debate but what wasn’t was if Xavier had one or not, because that was definitely a yes.

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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.

PAIRINGS. . . xavier x reader

CW. . . smut, small spoon!xavier, kinda sub!xavier

xavier was soft in your arms—literally and figuratively.

curled into your chest, his back flush against your front, legs tangled under the blankets. his breathing was even, gentle. like he hadn’t meant to fall asleep so quickly, but your arms around him and the steady stroke of your fingers along his chest made it impossible not to.

your hand was tucked under his shirt, fingers spread across the warm skin of his torso, right over his heart where his heartbeat pulsed soft under your palm, which wandered lower a few beats later.

he was already hard when you found him, cock flushed and heavy where it curved against his stomach. you pressed a slow, featherlight kiss to the back of his neck and wrapped your fingers around him.

xavier stirred with a soft, strained grunt, hips twitching the tiniest bit into your palm. you smiled.

“shh,” you whispered gently, letting your fingers slide down his length and back up again, dragging him gently from sleep into something needier.

he whimpered when your thumb passed over the head, already slick from the way he’d started to leak, coating your fingers.

your hand worked him in a smooth rhythm, slow and teasing at first, just enough pressure to make him ache. he moaned—quiet, restrained, muffled into the pillow—and you knew he was trying to hold it in.

so you slid your free arm under his neck, hand curling around his face, fingers brushing his lips gently. “open,” you whispered. “let me hear you.”

xavier’s mouth fell open without hesitation, his tongue wrapping around your fingers, moaning low and desperate into them as your other hand jerked him a little faster.

you curled around him tighter, chin tucked into the crook of his neck, whispering soft praises right against his skin.

he was trembling in your arms now, his cock twitching with every pass of your hand, your fingers slick, your breath warm on his throat. his hips started to stutter forward, fucking your fist now, quiet little choked sounds spilling out around your fingers, exactly the way you wanted.

“can’t—” he gasped, biting on your fingers. “m’fuck, i’m close.”

when he fell apart—body trembling in your arms, cock twitching in your hand, spilling into your palm with stuttering, gasped moans—you held him tight the whole time. your mouth on his shoulder. your hand slowly stroking him through it until his hips twitched from overstimulation and he had to whimper your name to make you stop.

he let your fingers slip from his mouth, jaw slack and flushed, turning just enough to look at you with those dazed eyes.

“…fuck,” he whispered.

you smiled and wrapped yourself around him, nuzzling the juncture where neck meets shoulder. “back to sleep, baby.”

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I love all the positivity about t4t, but sometimes people make generalizations about trans people only being into other trans people as a while or being down on relationships with cis people, and like. Actually my relationship with my cis bi bf has been incredible and healing and it's been amazing to see the similarities and differences in our struggles. Actually oppression isn't a monolith and in some ways he's faced more oppression than I have even though I'm trans bi and he's cis bi because people are more complicated than simple Oppression Olympics hierarchies. Actually being in a relationship with a cis person has it's own unique struggles and joys that aren't about whether the cis person is supportive. Actually cis partners absolutely can be supportive and loving to trans partners and that's a standard we should hold them to. Actually good cis queer men are a beloved part of my community

Like, I'm not going to comment on anyone's post because I realize a lot of people are just trying clumsily to be positive about something that's been helpful for them and to share their experiences. But you don't speak for me.

"Hey, I can't sleep..."

Xavier mumbles something in reply, totally incoherent to you. He reaches for the lamp on the nightstand next to his side of the bed, and a warm glow fills the room. He yawns, and he sits up in bed, leaning against the headboard, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Okay, come here, then."

He pats his lap twice. You stare at him, and then at where he was patting.

"You want me to sit on you?"

He raises an eyebrow. "No. Come put your head here."

You oblige and lie down with your head in his lap. He reaches for something else on the nightstand - it's a book. He flips open to a page and clears his throat.

"Once upon a time–"

You can't help but laugh out loud, and you end up shaking the whole bed. Xavier clicks his tongue and shushes you.

"I'm trying to read you a bedtime story, if you don't mind."

"Okay, okay," you concede. "I'll be quiet. So quiet."

Xavier continues, putting on a storyteller voice. "There was a young girl whose mother had sadly died, and she lived with her father whom she loved dearly..."

He continues with the story of Cinderella, and you're enthralled by all the voices he puts on for the different characters. They sound ridiculous and ill-fitting, but you're entertained nonetheless. All the while, one of his hands is in your hair, gently brushing his fingers through it. The other holds the book, and in the moments where he takes the hand in your hair to flip a page, you instantly miss it - you would be happy for him to read a page over and over again if it meant keeping his hand right where it is. There are a couple of times where he yawns, and it's contagious - you yawn along with him.

"... and they all lived happily ever after. The end."

Xavier closes the book, but you turn over in his lap to look up at him. You push your bottom lip out in what you hope is a cute pout. "Can you read me another one, please?"

He rolls his eyes, but obliges, and opens the book again. He flips around for a little bit before clearing his throat again. "This is the story of Sleeping Beauty..."

You're not sure when it is that you doze off, but the next time you wake, sunlight is streaming through the gaps in the curtains. Your head is still in Xavier's lap, his hand still resting in your hair. The book he was holding is next to him on the bed, opened to a random page, and you can hear him snoring lightly. You turn, just a little bit, to take a look at him. His eyelids are twitching just so slightly, his mouth moving as if in conversation with someone in a dream. You feel a warmth spread across your chest, your heart beating just a little faster. Sleeping Beauty indeed.

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it is so fucking exhausting and annoying how white women, including and maybe even especially in progressive and leftist spaces, continue acting like they are not themselves still beneficiaries of tremendous privilege simply because they endure sexist or misogynistic discrimination. being a woman does not excuse the fact that you are still white and you still reap the benefits of being white! you do not get to "but sexism!" your way out of being held accountable for saying and doing racist shit!

explicit sexual content, a bit of dark content. contains gn! reader, obsession, stalking, allusions to xavier accidentally killing mc's grandma and best friend (caleb)🧌 the both of you live in townhouses instead of an apartment. written on mar. '24

perv!xavier who always pries into your private life, subtly asking for more details.

perv!xavier who shares his clearance with you and offers to drop you home just so he can know your current location. perv!xavier, who just so happens to be walking past your home and stops to say hi to you-- through your window while you face away from him, towel the only thing covering his body.

xavier's the soft-spoken, sleepy boy you befriend and, as you get closer, allows you to rely more and more on him when it comes to your issues. he could never give you a good solution though, eyes taking glances at your collarbones and stomach that peeks out whenever you stretch in that white fluffy sweater he gifted you. focusing on your lips, he eventually nods to whatever it is you're saying in "understanding."

the more he got closer to you, the more his life took a downward spiral. he was a good guy who was always focused on saving people-- saving the world. but when you found him on that mission, he just couldn't get enough of you and no matter how hard he tried to stay away, you two would always cross paths. xavier became more interested with every interaction. he craved to see you more and more so here he was-- just outside your home. he wasn't stalking you... you told him where you lived and said specifically to "come by whenever" he wanted. and that's just what he did.

your towelled body becomes bare as you push yourself up onto the bed, laying on your stomach while your legs move back and forth in the air as you smile and giggle. xavier's eyebrows twitch and his eyes darken as his nails dig into his skin. what were you so damn happy about? to be honest, xavier was ready to kill anyone who set his hands on you. it's not like it wouldn't be the first time, though, he would make certain, unlike before, there would be no casualties involved, not that you had anyone left after the first incident.

xavier spots you rolling onto your stomach. your fingers trace down your body, sending shivers down your spine before you fuck yourself onto them. xavier follows suit, unzipping his pants and stroking his cock. he watches you intently, looking at the way your mouth forms words-- said word being xavier. the slow sounding out of it and the fact that you called out his name throws him for a loop as he cums right then and there, a choked whine leaving him.

looking at the mess on his hand, he pouts, a bit annoyed he couldn't last longer. he looks back up to spot you still at work, your phone now resting on your bed. focusing his eyes, xavier stares at the electronic device to see the displayed photo of said boy outside your window, previously in the comfort of his own home with his shirt held by his teeth while he pumped at his cock.

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.