Dangerous Game

Dangerous Game

𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝: 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘓𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳-𝘦𝘨𝘰, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯.

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 16+ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 & 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 (𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦)

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"Y/n—" His voice carried a sharp edge of annoyance as he forcefully guided her down to the sofa, cornering her against the cushions. His hands hovered dangerously close to her sides, effectively trapping her in place.

"Why do you seem more excited when we're talking about Lumiere?" His intense gaze bore into her, darkened by a palpable jealousy that simmered just below the surface.

"What? Aren't you and Lumiere the same person?" Y/n's eyes locked onto his, searching his face as she spoke. "Lumiere is just a name for your alter-ego, isn't it?"

"I mean… Yes, and no?" He responded; his voice thick with a complex mix of emotions. His breath became heavier as he leaned closer, the heat radiating between their bodies creating an almost tangible connection. His eyes never left hers, filled with an intensity that made her heart race.

As he leaned in further, stopping mere inches from her lips, he whispered, his voice dripping with possessiveness, "So, which one of us do you like more?" The question was barely audible, yet it hung in the air with heavy significance.

She stared at him, a look of puzzlement crossing her face. Was he truly jealous of himself? She could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with hers, and decided to play along, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Lumiere?"

Xavier's expression darkened ominously at her response, the teasing lilt in her voice pushing him over the edge. With a swift, fluid motion, he pinned her against the sofa, his body pressing against hers with an undeniable force. His lips descended on hers in an intense, possessive kiss, claiming her with a fervor that left no room for misinterpretation.

His mouth moved feverishly against hers, his desperation and need pouring into every motion. His hands, warm and insistent, slipped beneath her shirt, their path deliberate as they traced the smooth expanse of her back. Each touch seemed to ignite a new fire within him, driving him to press closer, to feel every contour of her body against his.

"Mm!" Y/n’s surprised sound was muffled by his kiss, her initial shock quickly giving way to the overwhelming sensation of his desire. She could feel the hard planes of his well-toned body, each muscle tense with restraint, as he enveloped her smaller frame.

His kisses were searing, a blend of passion and possession, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fervent intensity. His fingers traveled along the curve of her waist, pulling her even closer, the weight of his body pressing her into the cushions and making her breathless. A heady sense of surrender washed over her, heightening every sensation.

Abruptly, he broke the kiss, his lips trailing along her jaw and down the column of her neck. Each kiss he left in his wake was more possessive than the last, his breath hot against her skin. "You're mine," he growled, his voice low and filled with a primal, unwavering possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine.

In mere seconds, everything Xavier was doing made her feel weak and defenseless. The way his tongue explored her mouth, the relentless pull of her body against his—it all left her feeling both vulnerable and electrified.

Even as he broke the kiss, she stared at him in a daze, her mind swirling. An impulsive urge seized her, pushing her to provoke him further, to stoke the fire of his jealousy over his own alter ego.

"I might belong to Lumiere instead."

A low growl rumbled in Xavier's chest, his entire body tensing against hers. "You're playing a dangerous game, love," he warned, his voice a seductive blend of menace and desire. Leaning closer, his breath hot against her ear, he added, "Don't test me."

His fingers traced a tantalizing path down to her thighs, then slowly moved along her inner thighs, sending waves of pleasure and anticipation coursing through her. "One more word," he murmured, his tone dark and promising, "and I'll show you exactly who you belong to."

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑒, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑡. 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴, 𝐼'𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑅18 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒~

𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛, 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑~

𝐻𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐼'𝑚 𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐿𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛- 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴

A Prince and his beloved Knight 😭

Also, the way he puts a hand behind his back in a princely manner and looks at her like that...

Is it okay if I request a scene where Y/n teases Xavier? Maybe his ticklish side until he retaliates???

Thank you!

Playful Turnabout

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘟𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

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No matter what Y/n was doing, Xavier always wanted to be a part of it. He was usually the clingy one, resting his head over her shoulder as she fiddled with her laptop, his breath warm against her skin as he watched the screen with feigned interest. Even when Y/n was cooking, Xavier would find a way to be close, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, burying his face in her neck, and inhaling her comforting scent with a contented sigh.

This time, Xavier was engrossed in the latest installment of the Cosmic series, a saga that had been captivating readers for decades with its intricate plots and enduring characters. He was sprawled comfortably on the couch, the book resting in his hand, his eyes darting across the pages. When Y/n came to lay down beside him, he seamlessly adjusted his position, casually draping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her just a bit closer. His other hand remained occupied with the book, but the gentle pressure of his arm around her conveyed a sense of warmth and belonging, as if her presence was the missing piece to his perfect moment of relaxation.

Usually, Y/n would be engrossed in her phone or occupied with her own activities while Xavier delved into his reading, but today, a mischievous spark danced in her eyes, igniting a playful impulse within her. With a small grin tugging at her lips, she decided to interrupt Xavier's tranquil reading session.

“Xavi,” she called out, a small grin plastered on her lips as she looked up at him. Xavier immediately turned to look, his expression maintaining its usual detached and aloof demeanor, though his curiosity flickered behind his eyes as he emitted a soft, questioning sound.

A playful poke landed on his cheek, prompting Xavier to blink in mild confusion. "What is it?" he inquired, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

“Are you ticklish anywhere?” she asked. Xavier didn’t reply nor react much, but his silence spoke volumes to Y/n. She decided to test her theory by poking his side once, and it elicited a subtle reaction from him, though he quickly attempted to mask it with a composed cough.

"I'm not ticklish," he defended, his tone nonchalant, though the slight reaction he couldn't suppress only spurred Y/n's playful intentions further. She looked at him with an innocent smile, raising both of her hands slightly, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes that caused Xavier to involuntarily flinch, anticipating her next move.

“Really?” she teased, her hands hovering near his sides. Xavier tensed up, his book now forgotten as he tried to maintain his stoic facade. 

“Y/n,” he warned, but the playful glint in her eyes made it clear she wasn’t backing down. She wiggled her fingers menacingly, and Xavier couldn’t help but sweat drop nervously.

Y/n's smile remained innocent, belying the mischievous intent glimmering in her eyes as she suddenly dove in, her fingers dancing along Xavier's sides in a relentless tickling attack. Caught off guard, Xavier had to let go of his book, which tumbled onto the couch as he tried to fend off her playful assault. Despite his efforts, he was careful not to hurt her, his defensive movements gentle and restrained.

Suppressing most of his laughter, he could only manage short, quick-lived chuckles that escaped involuntarily. The tips of his ears flushed red, a telltale sign of his discomfort and amusement intertwined. Y/n, delighted by his struggles, continued her tickling onslaught, savoring every moment of his reaction.

After a few minutes of relentless tickling, Y/n finally relented, laughing heartily as she flopped down beside him on the couch. Her laughter filled the room, a melodic contrast to the earlier quiet, while Xavier caught his breath in short gasps. 

Finally catching his breath, Xavier nearly tossed his book aside, letting it slide to the floor as he swiftly turned to face Y/n. In a swift, graceful movement, he hovered above her, his intense gaze locking onto hers while his chest rose and fell with each panting breath. 

"Had your fun?" he asked, his voice being a mix of low and breathless.

His words hung in the air as he prepared to exact his playful revenge; a small, almost unnoticeable smirk forming on his lips. "My turn." 

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑, 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑜𝑛𝑒.

𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑋𝐷

Meadow Nap

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

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The afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the grassy meadow, where every blade of grass seemed to bask in its gentle light. A delicate breeze whispered through the leaves of the nearby trees, creating a soothing symphony of rustling foliage. Y/n sat comfortably on the soft, verdant carpet, her fingers weaving through the cool, green strands in a slow, meditative dance. Above them, the sky stretched out in a flawless expanse of cerulean blue, punctuated by the leisurely drift of cottony white clouds.

Xavier lay with his head nestled in her lap; his eyes shut in serene repose. The soft curls of his tousled hair brushed against her fingers, prompting a tender smile as she observed his peaceful slumber. Time seemed to stretch and blend in the tranquil embrace of the meadow, the serenity enveloping them like a cozy blanket, insulating them from the worries of the outside world.

“You really like sleeping, don’t you?” Y/n said, her voice tinged with amusement as she gently began to untangle the strands of his grey-blond hair. Her fingers moved with a tender rhythm; each stroke filled with a quiet affection. “Did you not get enough sleep last night?”

“I wasn’t able to,” he replied softly, his eyes still closed. “I was up all night thinking about your mission for today.” His words hung in the air, a mix of concern and contemplation, his brow furrowing slightly even in his relaxed state.

“I came back, didn’t I?” Y/n’s expression softened at his response, her eyes reflecting a mix of affection and amusement. “Besides, I’m surprised you couldn’t sleep. You can usually sleep anywhere, anytime, under the most unconventional circumstances.” She mused, recalling with a smile how Xavier could even manage to doze off while standing, his body finding rest in the most unexpected moments.

“Mm.” He murmured, his eyes still closed, “thinking of you keeps me awake.” He paused, his lips curling into a faint smile. “But dreaming of you keeps me asleep.”

Xavier let out a contented sigh, his hand reaching up to gently grasp hers. Slowly, he opened his eyes, his blue gaze soft and serene as he looked at her hand. He brought it to his chest, where the steady rhythm of his heartbeat pulsed beneath her touch, a silent testament to the calm she brought him. With a tender movement, he lifted her hand to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on the back of her palm as his eyes fluttered shut again. The gesture was intimate, filled with unspoken love and deep gratitude. After a moment, he spoke again, his voice a soft murmur that blended perfectly with the surrounding sounds of nature.

His words carried a depth of emotion that resonated through the tranquil meadow, a heartfelt confession that bound them closer in their serene sanctuary. “And being with you keeps me alive.”

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝ℎ𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑀𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑑~

𝐼'𝑚 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑢𝑦-

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