“why Am I Dizzy” I Ask Myself, As If I Do Not Simply Have The Dizzy Disorder

based on this post by prettyboykatsuki

✩ 𝐱𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫!𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 ✩

everyone claims to be an ally to the disabled community until

- it’s a high support needs autistic

- the symptoms can’t be romanticized and are gross

- someone else’s disability starts to affect their life

- it’s a condition that cannot be cured

- someone is intellectually disabled

- someone is female and disabled

- someone is queer and disabled or black/POC and disabled

- someone is a minor and disabled

- ambulatory wheelchair users exist

- part time mobility aid users exist

- the “hellen keller wasn’t real” discussion

- they’re called out on their ableism

- someone is semiverbal/nonverbal

- someone doesn’t understand boundaries or the law

- someone has a deaf accent

- someone misses a lot of school or doesn’t go to school

- someone doesn’t want their disease/disorder cured

- someone does want their disease/disorder cured

- age regression

- having to mask for someone’s genuine safety

- actually needing to listen to disabled people’s opinions instead of immediately forming their own

- not infantilizing disabled people

- when a disabled person struggles with hygiene

- they see a “useless” disability aid

- they don’t agree with a disabled persons lifestyle or opinions

- until they have to put in work to be an advocate and a real ally to the disabled community.

everyone is a disability ally until things get hard.

Workshopping a fnaf au for twewy so stay tuned for that one lads :)

How about Xavier's version of br33ding k1nk? 👉🏻👈🏻

You'd never seen Xavier like this.

Usually so composed—every word deliberate, every move practiced elegance. But right now, his breath was ragged against your neck, his hands gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks, and his hips grinding against yours like he needed you.

“First time,” he rasped, his voice velvet over steel. “And you’re already asking me to come inside you?”

You nodded, breath hitching, your body trembling beneath him. “Please…”

He groaned, dragging his teeth along your jaw. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”

His cock was pressed between your soaked folds, teasing—taunting—as he kissed down your throat. Every nerve in your body buzzed with anticipation.

“Say it again,” he demanded, low and rough. “Look at me when you say it.”

Your eyes met his—burning, intense—and you whispered, “I want you to come inside me. I want you to fill me up.”

Something in him snapped.

He lined himself up and pushed in slowly, torturously, watching your face the whole time. Your tight, untouched walls clung to him, and the moment he bottomed out, he let out a sharp, broken breath.

“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re so tight, so perfect—this virgin pussy gripping me like it was made for it.”

You whimpered beneath him, overwhelmed—stretched, full, utterly consumed.

He didn’t move at first. Just looked at you. Like he was committing this moment to memory.

Then he started to thrust—deep, steady strokes that dragged along every sensitive spot inside you.

“You were made for this,” he murmured into your ear. “Made to take me. To be filled. You want me to come inside this sweet little pussy? Want me to stuff you full?”

Your hands clawed at his back, desperate. “Yes—please, Xavier, I want it—”

He fucked you harder then, each thrust claiming, filthy, possessive.

“That’s it,” he panted. “Beg me. Beg me to breed you.”

You were moaning now, near tears, pleasure building too fast, too much.

“Please—come inside me, Xavier—I want it so bad—want you to fill me up—want to feel it leaking out—”

His rhythm stuttered, hands gripping your hips hard as he pushed in deep and stayed there.

“Take it,” he groaned. “Take every drop, sweetheart.”

And then you felt it—hot, spilling deep inside you, pulse after pulse as he cursed into your skin, hips twitching with every wave of release.

Even as he finished, he didn’t pull out. Just kept grinding slowly, making sure you felt every second of it.

“Not done,” he murmured against your lips, voice still thick with heat. “You’re mine now. I’ll fuck you again. And again. Until I’m dripping out of you every time you walk.”

shout out to autistics who get angry when they’re overstimulated. who want to hit. who want to bite. i love you. you deserve love and care too. you are not less valid or autistic because you dont have stereotypical symptoms.

"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.

this is so cuteeee 🥰

Sleepy Morning

☁︎synopsis: Xavier wants you to stay in bed for a litttleeee longer

☁︎content: less than 1k words (super short drabble), mdni, gn!reader, fluff, clingy xavier 🎉

☁︎an: haloo, im not sick anymore, thinking about domestic mornings with xavier. might make an nsfw version of this hehe.. also ill try to post more frequently (and at normal hours) but im being worked to death (っ´Ι`)っ

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The sunlight seeps through the blinds of your apartment, usually this would be a welcoming sight to most people when they wake up. For you however, it just means having to deal with the hassle of trying to get up and go to work with a 6’1(185cm) man latched onto you.

At first, you try to escape with as little movement as possible. Your arms are bound by his and his leg is thrown over yours so you’re not exactly in the best position.  He’s like your own personal blanket… You try to squirm out of his hold which proves futile. Finally, you decide going to work is more important than getting into a morning squabble with Xavier and you force your arms out of his hold. 

“Hmm? Where do you think you’re going?” He mumbles, still half-asleep. He lets your arms stay free and opts to wrap his arms around your waist instead. At least he takes his leg off of you, you're just a smidge closer of getting out of this entanglement.

“To work! You know, at the Hunter’s association? They kind of need me.” Your words fall on deaf ears as Xavier just holds you tighter to his chest in response! 

“You’re not the only hunter they have…” He mutters into your neck.

“Yeah, but still! You’re a hunter too, you should understand!” You wiggle in his hold to no avail; he’s not letting up.

“Not really.” He shakes his head. Xavier tries to hide his clinginess, but it really shows in the morning. “What do you want for breakfast?” He loosens his grip on your waist, just enough for you to not be able to run away. You turn in his arms to face him. You pout at him but all he does is give you a peck on the forehead.

“You’re impossible. I guess I’ll stay for the morning, but I still have to go to work today!” You poke his forehead impishly. He smiles at that. 

“That’s all I ask.”  He gives you a lopsided grin.

“You weren’t asking, you were communicating through smothering me.” You frown, unseriously.

“Would you like me to stop?” He questions.

“No…I like clingy Xavier.” You cup his face and give him a soft kiss on the lips. 

“He likes you too.” He whispers into your lips. You can tell his sleepiness still hasn’t worn off, he’s using his little energy to keep you with him.

“When you said breakfast…Do you mean ordering or?” You run your fingers through his hair and massage his scalp.

“I could make breakfast.” He yawns. You shudder, suddenly a wave of flashbacks of Xavier's less than stellar cooking hit you.

“Um. Let’s make it together when you get up, okay?” You pat his head, tenderly. 

“Mkay. When we get up.” He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and places warm kisses there. 

“Yeah, yeah when we get up, my sleepy boy.” You giggle and mold your body even closer to his. The Hunter's Association won’t miss you for a few more hours, right? He needs you!

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really been liking this guy by recent

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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