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blessing in disguise | xavier thorpe !
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content: NONCON , kidnapping, dark!xavier, fem!reader, unprotected sex, creampie
word count: 2.5k
synopsis: one final rejection and one accident resulted in something Xavier had only dreamed of.
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It’s not like Xavier meant to do it. It was an accident and nothing more. He simply lost control and that’s not his fault. If anything, you were to blame for this.
You just looked so pretty in your cute dress, hair just like he liked it and a face as adorable as it gets with eyes lined and lips glossy. He was sure you’d finally say yes. Why else would you dress so beautifully to meet him in the woods? Especially knowing how he feels about you. It was for him. All for him and him only. For his eager eyes and yearning thoughts. You knew what you were doing.
But as always, you rejected him. Coldly, this time. Gone were the bashful and quiet apologies as you refused to meet his eyes, staring down at your feet or glancing over your shoulder as if you were afraid someone might hear you.
No, that wasn’t the case this time. You looked him in the eye with a huff, gaze hard. Your words were sharp and firm when you spoke, “can’t you take a hint? I don’t like you, Xavier.”
He was stunned, physically reacting with his brows lifting and eyes widening the slightest bit before they dropped, filled with the same venom that clouded yours, jaw clenching. It was so unlike you — well, the version of you he had concocted in his mind — he had the right to be angry with you. You disrespected him blatantly, again. All Xavier wanted was to love you.
Not even he could stop himself as his mind blurred before it blanked as he reached for you, wrapping his arms around you, brain and body fighting the urge to run his hands along your figure, desperate to feel it underneath his fingertips now that he had you so close. He snaked a hand up your body to your mouth, muffling your screams. You thrashed in his hold as he dragged you through the woods, taking the all-too-familiar path to his isolated art shed.
You panicked as he wrestled you to the ground, pinning your arms and running his nose along the column of your throat, breathing you in. You smelled so good, even better now that he could finally dissect the myriad of scents that made up the air that blew behind you every time you walked away from him, ignored him.
He wasn’t sure when you began to cry but your tears were already hitting the ground and soaking some of the brown strands of his hair when he kissed up your neck, savoring the taste of your skin.
“Xavier, stop,” you whispered, “I’m sorry.” You weakly pushed against him.
There was your sweet voice again. Fragile and delicate and so incredibly arousing. He sighed, kisses coming out messier and more frantic than before as he worked his way up to your lips that pleaded to be released, for him to wait, please stop.
Your lips touched briefly, nothing longer than a second before you turned your head, sobbing as you pushed more insistently. He was so caught up in the pillowy feel of your lips that he moaned pathetically against your cheek as he sloppily kissed the flesh of your cheek, eager for anything he could get. The salty flavor of your tears was as delectable as a delicacy.
As your legs kicked and your hips wiggled and your pants of exhaustion in his ear got shallower, he grew against your thigh, mindless jerks of his hips increasing speed as time passed.
Xavier felt himself grow warm, a deep, scorching pink painted his cheeks in embarrassment. What are you thinking? Are you thinking about how pathetic he is? Or how desperate he is for you? Maybe you’re finally realizing how badly he’s wanted to have you like this and just how far you had pushed him. You. Your doing. This was all your doing.
He used a single hand to pin your wrists, easily overpowering you as you tried to sit up, newly freed arm on its way to collide with his face.
“Sh,” Xavier mumbled, capturing your bottom lip between his as he slid an eager hand down your body. There was a violent throb as his touch hovered over your shoulders, so gently it seemed he was almost scared to touch what he wanted so badly.
It was quick to make its way back up when he felt a stutter come from your jaw. His hand wrapped around the base of your neck, a warning, “don’t even think about it.”
Xavier wasn’t used to being so demanding. Unfortunately this is what he had to do, it was his only option after all you had done. It pained him to make you cry — even if you looked so beautiful doing it. It hurt him to have to pin you down and take what was destined to be. You and him.
He felt you swallow under his hand as he encased your lips properly, tasting your mouth. He was already breathless, lost in you even when you refused to kiss him back, only making noises of protest as you squirmed.
His touch glided down your body, losing patience with you and himself for his hesitation. He’d have you again. As many times as he wanted after this.
He groaned into your mouth, frustrated at the dress you wore. Sliding down further, he pushed up your skirt, groping the fat of your soft thighs, tickling your flesh. Your knees twitched and he took a deep breath, pulling away from your lips to nip at your ears, licking the tears that dribbled down them.
“Xavier,” you cried softly, “please, don’t.”
A response was on the tip of his tongue but it quickly turned into a moan as his pinky came in contact with a wet patch on your panties. He laughed breathily, you didn’t mean that. Your body knew what your mind hadn’t quite grasped. You needed him.
You jolted, fighting even harder than before, “don’t touch me.” He could feel you getting angry, the fire in your eyes from before igniting again.
Xavier shook the hair that fallen out of his ponytail from his face to get a clearer look at your face. He wanted to watch you give in to the pleasure he would force on to you. His smallest finger ran up your slit and he watched closely as you fought the fluttering of your eyes. God. He had barely touched you and you already looked this perfect.
“Don’t,” you spat, trying to slide out from under him as you nails dug into his hand. He clenched his jaw, pursing his lips as he exhaled through his nose. Why did you have to make this so difficult?
He kicked your thighs apart with his own, settling between your legs. Your heat radiated, hot against his aching cock. He cupped your cunt, kissing your cheek as he pushed against your hole lightly to hear you hiss.
You jerked your hips when his fingers danced along the waistband of the soft fabric. He felt himself get hotter, cheeks turning redder when he glanced down, watching his hand disappear underneath it, immediately drenched in your juices. His palm stimulated your clit as his long middle finger prodded at your hole without entering it, teasing you. Your panties shifted with his movements, the bulge of his hand and slender fingers moving swiftly under the dainty bow near the top of your underwear jumping.
Your breath stuttered as you snapped out his name, “I said stop!”
Your voice was muffled as all of his focus was on the feel of your slick and tight heat choking the finger he forced inside you. Xavier all but whined at the sensation, cock leaking in his pants. Your feet kicked at the ground, chest rising and falling. In pleasure or frustration he wasn’t sure but he couldn’t be bothered to stop and ask as he squeezed another finger in.
You moaned, quickly closing your mouth to stop the noise. His eyes snapped up, flickering over your face. He had never heard a sound affect him more. Not even siren song could battle the noises of your pleasure. He’d do anything you asked him to. Well, almost anything. He’d never let you go no matter how many times your sweet voice pleaded for his mercy.
His lips crashed into yours, kissing you impatiently as he fingered you faster, trying to stretch you open enough to fill you full of his cock. You shook your head from side to side but he chased after you, swallowing your huffs and silent whines.
A whimper sounded in your throat as he curled his fingers, trying to find the spongy area that would have you purring for him. The noise had him removing his fingers, shoving them into his mouth as he leaned in close to you, breathing you in while your juices coated his tongue. His exhale was shaky as he shut his eyes, sucking harshly at his fingers to try and get more of your slick into his mouth.
“Xavier,” you breathed, “wait.”
His name fell so sweetly from your lips that he shoved his jeans down just enough to finally release his aching cock. He was leaking pathetically and throbbing against his hand as he pumped himself slowly, afraid he’d cum before he made it inside you.
“Fuck,” he mumbled against your skin. He gripped his length, hauling himself up to position his pulsing dick to your hole. “Shit,” he growled, tugging aggressively at your underwear that seperated you from him. “Sorry,” he murmured, feeling instant regret for hurting you, “I’m sorry.”
You started to scream as your ass felt the bare ground, tears building in the corners of your eyes as he slapped his cock against your dripping core. “Stop it, please, Xavier.”
He ignored you, gaze flickering from your cunt to your face as he pushed inside. He groaned as his head forced it’s way into you. It already felt like too much, the way your pussy latched onto his cock, welcoming him in despite your thrashing body.
Every inch had your screams dying, replaced with repressed moans as you opted to shut your mouth, denying him of the sounds. He couldn’t protest, concentrated on pushing back his orgasm that was too close for his liking. The last inch sent a wave of immense arousal down his body in the form of a shiver and a whimper. He stilled, focusing on his breathing and the bruised lip you tucked between your teeth.
You fit so well together, just like he knew you would. He glanced down, entranced by the way his hips were flush with yours, leaving no space for anything. You were finally one.
Your walls pulsed and it felt like they were begging him to move, to fuck you like he’d dreamed of doing too many times. He felt like all the waiting had been worth it now that you were choking his cock so deliciously. All of the times you rejected him, turned your back to him, dismissed him as if he wasn’t there, forgotten as he pulled back, watching the way your slick stuck to his hip as he retracted, keeping the two of you connected with a sticky string.
Xavier kissed your jaw as he pushed himself back in, nibbling at the skin near your ear. He tried to keep a slow pace at first afraid the urge to ruthless pound into you would take over. Your short, high breaths flooded his ears, a prize for resisting. It sounded like you were enjoying yourself, too. But how could you not when he was fucking you so well, patiently and passionately, just like you deserved. Even after all you did to him, you still deserved to be fucked like a princess.
Xavier smiled, pecking your neck as he rutted into you, his fingers undoubtedly leaving imprints of their shape on your waist. You found comfort in clinging to him, grasping his arms before curling your own under them, grabbing onto his shoulders.
“No,” you would cry, followed by a satisfied, “fuck.”
You were so warm and soft. He wished he had the patience to undress you properly, to touch you more. He’d have another opportunity, he reminded himself and that thought had his mind swimming. How could he help you adjust? Would it be difficult to get a mattress inside the small shed? Is there enough space? He’d be damned if you were uncomfortable in your little safe haven. It would be a place you would grow to love, he was sure of it. You just needed to process your new environment and the new dynamics of your relationship.
The loud whine that came from you brought him back to reality, back to the sight of you falling apart under him but trying to refrain from it. Your eyebrows were drawn together, mouth parted and face hot.
“M’gonna cum,” he struggled to utter out the words. “Fuck you’re perfect. Im gonna fill you so well.”
“No!” you screeched, pounding on his back as he pounded into you, thrusting harder and faster as his orgasm crept closer. “Don’t you dare!”
You pulsed more violently than before at the change of pace, clinging to his cock. He knew you wanted it, even if you wouldn’t admit it.
It was like you felt him about to burst, nails breaking the skin of his neck seconds before he came. You dragged them down and he felt blood rush down his neck as he came. The feeling was so intoxicating that he kept thrusting until he was milked dry despite the stinging pain. He didn’t have to look down to know that his t-shit was soaking in the crimson liquid so he opted to focus on your pretty face as he came down from his high. You were sobbing now, arms limp on the ground as your chest heaved.
Xavier begrudgingly pulled out of you, watching the pearly spent dribble out of your pussy as he stood. You stared at the ceiling, unmoving as he searched the shed, wordless. He wasn’t sure of what to say. Was there anything he could say at that point? He knew you didn’t understand yet. So he stayed silent until he found the lock and chain he had been searching for.
He walked over to you, clearing his throat. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
You blinked at him. Sitting up and fixing your skirt as you dragged yourself away. He sighed, looking around to locate the blanket he knew he had around somewhere. He spotted it almost immediately, draped over an admittedly uncomfortable chair. It would have to do for now.
He draped it over your legs, smiling softly when you looked at him. “I’ll be back soon.”
It was a mistake, Xavier told himself as he stepped away from the now locked art shed glancing behind him and around the surrounding area as his hand attempted to soothe the fresh scratches on his neck. He just lost control for a second, it’s nothing major. You were destined to be there. Why else would he have done it? He wanted to love you forever. And now he can. You’d understand soon enough. The accident was a blessing in disguise.
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✩ sex pollen with xavier thorpe
you were worried. you were texting xavier all day and yet no response. Ms. Thornhill assigned this thing called plant pets were everyone gets to take a plant with them to their dorms. you picked a venus flytrap and named it venus, you kinda fell in love with it. as you were in your dorm, feeding the plant. all you could think about was xavier.
you picked up your phone to see if xavier answered any of your text but he didn't. you started to get worried and frustrated at same time so you decided to get up and go to his dorm. "I'll be back venus." you smiled at the plant, seeing the mouth move a little, then leaving. when you finally made it you knocked on the door. of course it wasn't easy, you had to get past the guards but you had to know what was wrong with xavier. "go away." a raspy, grumbling voice came from inside. "xavier, are you alright. it's me y/n" you layer your ear against the door to see if you can hear anything unusual.
"no just- just leave p-please." his voice was very wobbly. you heard the way his voice sounded and you got really worried. "xavier? are you okay? did you get hurt?" you rambled.
"no I'm not hurt just please leave." you started to feel hurt and confused as to why he wanted you to leave so bad. you can hear his panting through the door. whines and moans are all that can be heard from inside.
you bit the inside of your cheek and spoke, "xavier I'm coming in." when you said that you heard a bunch of protest but you ignored them and opened the door and immediately as the door open he's even worse. his body heats up and his cock gets even harder. you instantly gasped. you saw xavier on the bed, drowning in sweat, with his hand in his pants, insane, his hand pumping his cock at any thought of you. the room was so hot. "oh god d-don't stare at me." he mumbled, fist going up and down, harshly. your thighs clenched together at the sight.
"xavier w-what happened?" you said as you face got hot. "the damn plant- god I need more." he grits, as his hand gripped his cock but it wasn't enough. your eyes scanned the room to come across a bright red-ish pink-ish plant.
you began to walk over to the plant before xavier immediately stops you. "no don't approach it." he whined as he keeps tugging on his cock.
you would be lying if you didn't think xavier wasn't attractive though.
"fuck y/n you gotta leave, I don't think I can really -shit- control myself around you." he pants out, eyes closed and head thrown back as he thinks about you. no you weren't going to leave in fact you wanted to help him. you knew the only cure from the plant was sex and you were willing to help him, anything to get him out of his state.
"no xavier, I'm going to help you." you respond as you inch closer to him. he groans as you get closer, even the slightest movement from you will make him hotter.
"okay but I won't be able to hold back." he whines as his excitement increases.
"use me xavier thorpe." your words made him groan as his breathing got heavier. he quickly moves his lips to yours, bringing you in the bed, on top of him before moving his hands to your ass, grabbing handfuls of it before slapping his hands down on it, you squeal at the movement.
he pulls away and stands up to began pulling your shorts down; groaning at the sight of your bare cunt that was already so wet and sloppy from everything. "holy shit." he says, cock throbbing from the sight. he pulls his sweats down, revealing his cock to you. "okay with this, princess?" he says breaking heavily, waiting for your response.
"yes just please continue." you whined. he smirks as he strokes his cock moving to position himself in front of your cunt. he folds you legs on you chest before he taps the head of his cock against your clit before moving to your hole and pushing in. you moan at the stretch, clawing at the sheets. "holy shit." he moaned, breathlessly.
"need you to be good and take this dick, shiiiit" he moans out as he moves one of his hands down to rub at your clit. he feels you flutter around him as he bottoms out causing you to squeal. "oh fuck." you cried out.
"fuck- you're such a little slut, I've seen the way you look at me, you know we're not fucking. friends." he groans out as he pounds into you at the last of his sentence, fucking you dumb.
"fuck yeah baby girl needed this fucking cunt" he moans out as he pounds into you. the quiet of the dorm drowned out by the squelch of your tight cunt as he thrust into it, your slick leaking from your cunt making his dick shine in the light as he pulls out of you.
"hear how fucking soaked you are baby?" he mocks as you hear the sound of your moans and the wet pats of his hips slamming into yours. your legs started to burn as your hips buck away from it.
"nuh uh be good and take this dick" he grunts as he grabs your leg pulling you back towards him as he continues to wreck you. he's hand finds it's way to your throat, squeezing slightly whilst the other one rubs circles into you clit.
"fuck! m'gonna cum please fuck, s'too good" you babble out as tears soak your vision. he laughs at you before leaning down over you.
he kisses your cheek trying to soothe you. "you better fucking hold it " he grits as he removes his hand from your clit. this causes a sob to leave your throat as he continues his excruciating thrusts.
"you cum when I cum." he commanded. your eyes began to roll in the back of your head as he continued his brutal thrust on you g-spot. xavier's body began to tense as he began to rub your clit again making you shake.
"fuck- baby cum on this dick" he moans, and as soon as he finishes his sentence you cum with a throaty moan. your pussy gushes as you squirt on him; soaking him and his dick.
at the sight he moans out before pulling out with ropes of cum gushing on the skin of your stomach and chest. he finally feels relieved.
after a few seconds you two finally calmed down. "thanks for helping me." he thanked. you nodded in response still a little lightheaded from what happened. "so this definitely ruined our friendship but I've liked you for a while now anyways." he shrugged, wiping some sweat from his forehead.
"yeah me too." you replied, wiping some cum from your stomach. "we have to get rid of that plant." you added with xavier nodding in agreement
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convenient
pairing: xavier thorpe x reader
summary: your best friend xavier only talks to you when it’s convenient, and you’ve always been okay with that. but he’s really pushed it this time.
warnings: suggestive, toxic friendship, daddy issues
a/n: i really like this one! but i need you guys to come through with the requests, i’m not creative at all. comment them below!
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the boy’s dorm (3rd person):
it was a friday night in ajax’s room. all the boys were there. kent, ajax (obviously), rowan, xavier, and a few other boys were all in a meaningless discussion about girls. what else would a group of hormonal teenage boys be talking about?
“you guys get no bitches. i literally pulled the hottest werewolf chick in the school.” ajax said confidently. he was talking about enid, the girl he had just taken out on a date earlier that evening.
of course all the boys went into an uproar about how they can pull more “bitches” than the other.
“what about xavier? he has the most popular girl in school. bianca barclay?” one of the boys added.
“xavier has two chicks” ajax explained. “y/n l/n is all over you 24/7”
“that’s not funny, man. y/n is my best friend.” xavier said sounding almost upset.
“so you’re telling me you wouldn’t bang her if you had the chance, because i definitely would.” kent said smirking.
that comment caused all the boy to erupt into a fit of laughter. xavier wasn’t amused as he angrily left the room slamming the door behind him.
in the girls’ dorm (2nd person):
you were in enid’s dorm with enid, yoko, and a few other girls from ophelia hall, just painting each other’s nails and talking about whatever came to mind. when suddenly you brought up the elephant in the room. enid had went out with ajax, her long time crush, earlier that evening, and all of you were dying to hear about it.
“okay e, spill it. how was your date?” you said.
“oh, it was magical! we went on a picnic by the lake! he even offered to take insta pics for me! he’s so perfect.” she rambled with lovestruck eyes. “okay. enough about me. i’m not the only one who’s going to be hammered with questions about their crush tonight.” enid continued. “y/n, when are you going to admit that you are in love with xavier?”
“i’m not in love with xavier.” you scoffed.
you were so in love with xavier. you had been best friends with him since before freshman year at nevermore. you both attended the same middle school. you guys just stuck together when you were sent to nevermore. you both joined the archery club which caused you to spend more time together, and now you guys are practically inseparable. having known each other for so long, you know about his rocky relationship with his father. in fact you are probably the only one who knows all the details. that’s why he always comes to you to talk and trauma dump.
being as close as you guys were, made it impossible for you to not catch feelings. but when he started dating bianca barclay earlier this year, you knew he didn’t feel the same way towards you. so, you have just continued being his best friend and the girl he runs to only when it’s convenient. but that’s enough for you.
“i’m tired” you yawned. “i think i’m going to head back to my dorm.”
“yeah, it’s getting late you guys.” yoko agreed.
and with that you all wrapped everything up and headed your separate ways.
[time skip]
it was saturday, which meant all the nevermore students were aloud to go to jericho. all of your friends already had plans with their boyfriends or their other friends, so you had planned a day out by yourself. you weren’t actually that mad about it. you could use a day alone.
you got up and got ready putting on a cute, but comfy outfit. you did some light makeup, grabbed your bag and headed out.
you decided to walk to town, a little exercise wouldn’t kill you. once you arrived, you headed to the local library to trade out some of the books you had borrowed last weekend. you could use the school’s library, but the selection there was very limited, and you have a very vast selection of books. basically the school library isn’t cutting it, so you find all your novels here.
you walked in the library returning your old books and heading to the shelves to find three more books to hold you over until your next trip to jericho. you found some books that interested you and you checked them out. you shopped around at a few more stores until you went to your last stop. the weathervane.
you walked in and ordered your usual, an iced matcha latte, and headed to your usual booth. you pulled out your laptop and worked on some homework that was due on monday while you sipped on your drink. you were working peacefully for a few minutes when what sounded like arguing snapped you out of your homework.
two tables across from you sat xavier and bianca. they seemed to be arguing about something. xavier looked really upset. you tried your best to make out what they were saying, but it was nearly impossible. they kept at it for a few more seconds before xavier got up and stormed out. bianca put her head in her hands and trailed behind him. part of you wanted to get up, follow your best friend and ask him what was going on, but you knew better. you didn’t want to overstep. if he wanted to to talk to you he would text you. so, you left it alone and continued with your day.
[time skip]
it was 10:00 p.m. that night. you were reading one of the books you had picked up earlier that day. you had your phone on do not disturb mode so you could focus on your book. it never did cross your mind that someone would try to get a hold of you. that is until you heard frantic knocks against your door. you knew exactly who it was. xavier. luckily you had a scored a single dorm this school year, so it wasn’t unusual for xavier to sneak in and hang in your room. but considering what you saw happen today, this wasn’t just a hang.
you quickly hopped off of your bed, shutting your book and taking out your airpods. as soon as you opened the door xavier rushed in and you shut the door behind him.
“why weren’t you answering me?” he asked sort of angrily.
“i was reading and my phone was on do not disturb mode” you replied. “why are you so upset?”
“i found out that bianca was using her siren song on me. god i knew i couldn’t trust her.” he scoffed while running his hand through his long hair.
“i’m so sorry xavier. did you break up with her?” you asked in a settling tone.
“yeah. today at the weathervane.”
of course you already knew that, you watched the whole thing go down. “just know i’m always here for you.” you comforted him as you put you hand on his upper arm.
“i know.” he said as he inched closer to you. he grabbed your chin and pulled your face towards his. your noses were almost touching. his lips lingering over yours. he moved his other hand to the back of your neck and pushed your lips together.
the kiss was hungry, desperate, angry, and full of desire. you wanted more. this is what you’ve always wanted. but why is he doing this. he’s never shown any romantic interest in you. that’s when it hit you.
you pull away.
“w-what’s wrong?” xavier stutters out of breath.
“no. don’t do that. you can’t just come in here and take advantage of me. you can’t just come here and fuck me just because you’re heartbroken.” you say holding back tears.
“do you really think that low of me y/n?” he yells.
“yeah. i do.” you yell back. “this is how it’s always been in the four years that i’ve known you. you only come to me when you’re desperate. like that time in sixth grade when all your other friends had already planned to go to the movies and it was too late for you to join so i was the only one left to hang out with. or that time last year, everyone else already had a date to the rave’n and all the other girls you asked rejected you, so i was your last resort.” you screamed back tears falling down your face.
“i’m sorry y/n.” xavier tried to get out, but you cut him off.
“or like right now. you have blown me off every single time i have tried to talk to you since you got with bianca and you finally talk to when you can’t run to her anymore. not to mention the only time you talk to me is when you need a therapist.” you were now full on bawling.
“i’m really-“ he started.
“now you’re playing with my feelings. can’t you see i’ve been in love with you ever since i’d met you? even when you treat me like crap. no. you only want me when i’m convenient.” you finish.
“y/n, please.” he begged.
“no get out. now.” you cried.
“but-”
“right now. please.” you were desperate for him to leave. you couldn’t even look at him.
with that he got up and walked out and you were left alone with your thoughts. it felt good to get that off your chest after four years.
part 2
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xavier drawing on you drabble
fluff, really short
Xavier had been extra fidgety today. He couldn't focus in class at all, eyes trained on his page as he drowned out Ms. Thornhill’s teaching. She caught on soon, noticing how he wasn't present in the conversation at all and decided the way to fix that was by taking away his sketchbook.
“Your grades in this class are already dropping dangerously low, Mr. Thorpe. I suggest you pay attention,” she told him sternly, taking his book and placing it on her desk. She then added, “And I better not find any ink on that table after class!”
Which leads to where you are now. Hand on his thigh in hopes of stopping its anxious bouncing while he twirls a pen in his hands, desperately trying to calm himself. It’s useless though, drawing is what he’s always done when his mind gets restless like this, but he can't exactly do it now, with nothing to draw on.
It's then that the idea pops into your head. Gently, you take the pen from his twitching hands and he looks at you curiously. You uncap the pen and write the words ‘draw on me :)’ onto your arm, passing it back to Xavier and smiling at him.
He nods gratefully and takes the pen in his long fingers. He bites his lip as he gets to work inking your arm. You enjoy the light scratchy feeling on your skin as he decorates it in little drawings. Mostly of flowers he finds in the room and you, his greatest inspiration.
By the end of class, you’ve got a sleeve of sketches and designs black ink. Thankfully, Xavier chose to work on your non-dominant side, so you were still able to take notes. Ones that you make a mental note to share with your boyfriend later.
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xavier and littering kisses all over your face my brain is fuzzy help
HELP I LOVE HIM
content warnings: pure fluff honestly, pda, xavier gives r all the luv, no pronouns used for r!
note: this was so so fun to write! pls remember to reblog, it helps a ton and comments are always appreciated<33
you giggle as soft pillowed flesh meets your right cheek first; xavier’s head dips down, mop of brown swaying and tickling your exposed neck. your eyes follow the fluid movement of his chin length hair, the way the light catches it, the way each bob of his head has it flying about his face.
“xavi!” you squeal as he pecks at your jaw, teeth protruding to graze against the bone before going back to his ardent mouthing. the low vibration of his content humming makes you warm, your chest almost bursting with adoration.
“sweetheart,” he murmurs back, his lips now working back up to your forehead, pressing to your temples and then right between your crinkled eyes. you’re soft and melting, boneless in the crowded cafeteria surrounded by your friends; you couldn’t care less, too enamoured with your boyfriend to take much notice of their disgusted stares. his lithe fingers are a welcome sensation against your scalp, a gentle scratching that has you leaning into his touch and practically purring like a little cat.
his lips next find a home at the corner of your mouth; he’s so close, narrowing the gap between the pair of you further until all you can feel is him. his body pressed against yours, his perpetual warmth engulfing you along with his affections. you turn your head, determined to catch his lips in a real kiss, only to be disappointed when he pivots away once again, swooping down to nip at the other side of your neck.
your lips push out into a pout at his aversions and you scrunch your nose, a complaint on the tip of your tongue. he senses it, catches your lips between his before you can utter a single syllable, and laughs into your mouth as the whine dies in your throat.
he pulls away with a wet smack, unsurprised when you chase him and needle your way underneath his arms. absentmindedly, you begin to twirl a strand of his hair between your fingers. he flushes, a subtle red creeping across his cheeks and up to his ears.
you don’t think you’ve ever loved a person more.
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riding xavi 🙈 please
YEAHHHH!!!!
xavier x afab reader
warnings: smut, characters aged up, minors dni, 18+, piv, unprotected sex
fucking xavier was a wave of bliss you never wanted to stop riding. for that matter, you never wanted to stop riding him. his dick was buried in you, filling you up with all his length. you felt the pleasure in your toes as you bounced on him, his hands constantly roaming your skin. xavier's hands made way down to your ass, one of of them pulling back to slap the plush skin there. you moaned, keeling forward. his hands slid around to your waist, gripping harshly and using all his strength to guide your hips on his cock. he rolled you forward, all while bucking his hips to plunge into your heat. it was sultry, delicious, you were dick-numb and nearing the edge. he whispered sweet words in your ear, "god, my baby looks so pretty riding my cock." his voice was raspy and fucked out, and your hands could only find purchase in his hair. you pulled at his locks and he groaned, "fuck, xavi." you whined, closer than ever. he kissed you, swallowing all the noises you made, smiling into your lips and stopping ever so often only to tell you pretty praises. "my good girl, bouncing on my dick." your hips were stuttering, rolling so sweetly on his cock, and his final frenzy of thrusts sent you toppling over the edge. hunched over, faced buried in his neck, you came. crying his name out was easy when he made you feel so good and that combined with the sickening clench of your cunt made him come. his cock twitched and his hips stuttered, groans leaving his mouth as he painted you so nicely.
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just a concept: xavier with lipstick stains all
over his body. please
you didn’t mean to, really.
but your boyfriend just looked so cute.
your lipstick smeared and transferred all over his skin as you kissed him lovingly, the boy laughing as he tightly held your waist.
“baby…”
“you’re so cute, xavi.”
you hadn’t realized how much the makeup went onto his pale skin until you finally pulled away. a deep blush sat on his cheeks.
you laughed at his flustered face. grabbing your phone, you snapped a picture of xavier as he stared up at the camera with big doe eyes.
“my handsome boy.” you kissed his lips once more.
the door to xavier’s room opened and there stood ajax with some other boys.
“whoops, didn’t know xavier was getting some action.” ajax teased.
“wear protection, lover boy!” another yelled as ajax shut the door behind him.
xavier blushed deeper as he grabbed your hips, forcing you onto the bed.
you fell with a squeal as xavier began kissing your skin.
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the drive home . xavier thorpe x black!reader . wc: 234.
prompt: “are you laughing at me?” “yes, you drive like my mother...” ( @novelbear )
“Are you laughing at me?” He smiled, looking at you in the rearview mirror as he came to a red light.
You were no longer curled up in the backseat, half asleep and with his jacket around your shoulder. Your eyes were heavy and your legs were like jelly, persistent in wearing heels on your date — but you seemed to have just enough energy to find amusement in his driving.
Not a single break slam, sharp turn, curse, or scoff of road rage. The only mildly concerning thing he was doing was driving below the speed limit.
“Well yes, you drive like my mother. . .”
“I just got my license, [ your name ], I’m keeping us safe this way,” he defended himself, eyes widening and voice with a whine in desperation as you just laughed harder.
You got up from your spot, shifting so that your head laid on the same rest his was on.
“I’m sorry, it’s just, you’re so close to the wheel baby — your legs have to be cramped by now, and how tight are your hands clutched to the fucking wheel? Your knuckles are turning red for god sake—”
“Okay, how about you put your seatbelt on and watch the leftovers instead of bullying me about making sure we don’t die. There’s no way I’m cleaning a plate of ribs off of these seats.”
“Oh of course mom— oh, I mean Xavier.”
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shot to the heart | xavier thorpe x reader
CW/TW: none i can think of!
KEY TAGS: spoiler-free (can be interpreted as pre-canon), gender neutral reader, second/third pov (told in xavier's perspective), strangers to ???, flustered xavier <3
WORD COUNT: 1189
CROSS POST: ao3
OPENING NOTE: thanks for clicking on this! please do not repost, copy, modify, or overall plagiarize this work anywhere else please. plagiarism is never acceptable, both in mla 8 format and in fanfiction! for translations, message me, and we can talk about it! reblogs, comments, and likes are super appreciated :>
SUMMARY: "The moment the words leave your lips, he lets go along with a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding in. In the blink of an eye, the arrow shoots no more than an inch above the target’s red center. That was the closest he’s ever been to bullseye, and his heart pounds from both the achievement and how your body is still pressing against his."
Or where you teach Xavier how to properly shoot a bow and arrow, landing an arrow straight into the target and into his heart.
“So, are you the only member of the Archery Club?”
Xavier Thorpe, caught-off guard by your unexpected entry, prematurely lets go of the recurve bow’s string. The arrow sails weakly in the air before sinking sadly into the leaf-covered grass and not into the target.
“Uh, yeah,” he awkwardly lowers his bow and turns to look at you, confusion coloring his features, “Are you…interested in joining?”
“Maybe,” you shoot him a playful, close-lipped smile before launching yourself off of the small pyramid of hay you were sitting on, “How long have you been doing archery for? A few weeks?”
“More or less,” he returns to shooting arrows while paying you no mind, “What about you? Ever shot a bow and arrow before?”
“I have,” you answer just as ambiguously, whistling as his last arrow lands on the blue outer ring, “For the two arrows that are on there, you don’t have terrible grouping. At least they’re all in the same ring! What’s the distance? Fifteen to twenty yards?”
“...Fifteen,” his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, slightly irritated that you’re acting like you’re the member of the Archery Club, not him.
“Can I see your stance again, please?” you move closer to him with your hands behind your back.
His brows furrow with an unwelcome sense of inferiority, “Why?”
Your lips curve into another impish grin, eyes gleaming with unknown intent, “You’ll see.”
With a grievous sigh, he follows your request, placing his feet apart and standing perpendicular to you. He adjusts his posture, squaring his shoulders.
“Okay, so far so good.… Now, pull back on the bow, please.”
What are you, an archery instructor or something?
Still, he does as you ask. After slotting an arrow below the nocking point and above the arrow rest, his three fingers grip the bowstring. He pulls back on the string. With minimal struggle, he tries to remain as still as possible, refusing the bow to lean one way or the other. His expression pulls into itself, brows furrowed even more for better concentration.
“I see, I see…” you merely mutter to yourself, leaning in closer to further observe his archery ability, “Now, release.”
At your command, he wastes no time shooting the arrow, relieved after having to pull back for so long. Due to the prolonged drawback, Xavier’s accuracy severely declined, the arrow plunging its tip into the upper-left corner of the target.
“Your problem,” you point a finger up, as if you solved the mystery, “is that you seem to have a little difficulty maintaining a stable posture when pulling back on your bow and when releasing the arrow. Not enough to be concerning, but enough to affect your performance. Do you know how much your drawback is?”
“Uh,” he searches the bow for an answer but to no avail, finding only plain wood, “This is just the bow the school has. I have no idea.”
“You’d think the school would offer better recurve bows then, with the money we pay them,” you crack a joke, lightly jabbing him in the ribs, and then extend a hand out, “May I?”
Xavier just stares blankly at you and then your outstretched hand, confused as to what exactly you’re asking for. With an urgent wave of your fingers towards the bow, he finally understands and quickly hands it over, slightly embarrassed that he didn’t understand you at first.
You get into position and pull back on the bowstring with ease, soon letting it go and returning the bow to him, “Yeah, this bow’s drawback is a few pounds outside of your range. You should be handling a bow with a drawback of forty to fifty-five pounds. For today, you can use that bow, but let’s see if we can ask Weems for another bow.”
“…Okay…” he replies, uncertain as to how to respond to such a level of authority from someone he’s never even met before.
Really, he’s grateful for all your help, but, as a member of the severely underpopulated Archery Club, he feels as if he should be the one telling you this. However, he will admit, even though he has no idea as to what your skill level actually is, you do sound like you know what you’re talking about. So, he supposes he can play along for now.
“I have to go to the Weathervane soon to meet up with some friends, but let’s improve your shot first,” you now move behind his back, “Reload your arrow, please.”
With a resounding click against the taut string, he sets the arrow in place and pulls back. He adjusts his posture and is ready to release before a set of palms suddenly rests on his shoulders, your chest brushing against his back. He flinches greatly at the surprise contact but not enough where he would have to reset his posture entirely. His eyes saccade rapidly between you and the target, unsure as to where he should be focusing on.
With a hard swallow, he tries his best to form a coherent thought before speaking, “What…what’re you—?”
“Relax your shoulders,” you’re practically whispering in his ears due to your close proximity, which sends his heart beating so fast, he’s afraid you can hear it, “Lower your aim a little to the right…. Now down…. Perfect. Steady your breathing, remain calm…”
How is he supposed to “remain calm” with you so close to him!?
You remove your hands from his shoulders but still stay right behind him, your voice prickling his skin, “Now…let it fly.”
The moment the words leave your lips, he lets go along with a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding in. In the blink of an eye, the arrow shoots no more than an inch above the target’s red center. That was the closest he’s ever been to bullseye, and his heart pounds from both the achievement and how your body is still pressing against his.
“Great job!” you cheer and step away, picking up your bag that was slumped against the haystack you were sitting on before, “Well, I got to go now, but I’ll see you next time! Toodles!”
Too overwhelmed from what just happened, he watches your retreating form become smaller and smaller. Unlike him, you weren’t fazed at all, even bobbing your head to whatever music you were listening to with your headphones.
Just who are you? He never even got your name! Are you in the same year as him? How come he’s never seen you?
Questions flood his mind, and, before he ends up drowning in them, he decides to end the day and packs away the bow and arrows. He feels his cheeks heat up remembering how your body felt against his and how your instructive tone, distinctly different from your lighthearted one, sent shivers down his spine.
Run. He needs a run before his memory of you, albeit brief, consumes him entirely.
Zipping his bag, he slings it over his shoulder and heads straight to his dorm to change into more comfortable wear, hasteful to try to forget about you until the next Archery Club meeting.
ENDING POST: xavier thorpe is my everything. i eat, breathe, and sleep xavier thorpe.
no, seriously, this is the product when you multiply my hyperfixation of xavier thorpe, my toxic trait of "i can shoot a bow and arrow better than xavier thorpe can even though i have not touched a bow in years," and my procrastination of homework.
and i have just been so inspired by the fanfiction everyone is making for this man! seriously, i have not found a greater treasure trove of fanfiction for a character in so long (the jealousy and friends to lovers trope <33) ; amazing kudos to the talented authors of this fanbase! i hope i contributed to such an incredible collection of stories for xavier thorpe just as much as everyone else has <3
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love kills. or does it? - xavier thorpe
summary: crackstone has been brought back from the dead, and it seems that along with mass destruction, there are also some other forms of chaos to be dealt with. feelings, so to speak.
(inspired by the last episode of wednesday)
word count: 2.1k (i got excited)
warnings: potential spoilers for wednesday, modified plot, swearing, emotions, mention of injury & blood, L-bombs, confession, xavier & reader being idiots in love
a/n: recently finished wednesday and i cannot tell you how bad i have wanted to write something for xavier since then. and i finally did!
hope you enjoy it! <3
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there was chaos everywhere.
students were screaming as they ran out the front gates of nevermore, grabbing their friend's sleeves to drag each other away from the large fire sparking in the center of the quad. people collided and stumbled as they shoved past in an attempt to get away.
crackstone was back.
ms.thornhill- or should i say laurel, had been successful in resurrecting the century-old outcast-hater in his crypt because i was unable to stop her in time.
and now he was wrecking havoc all throughout the nevermore campus.
crackstone was back.
and it was all my fault.
gritting my teeth, i forced a path through the crowd of panicked students, attempting to reach the quad before any real damage could be brought about.
this is my fault.
the fact that it had come to crackstone actually being able to fulfill the prophecy of destruction was on my hands.
maybe xavier was right-
no.
rowan's mother had painted that based on a vision, and they only gave the seer half the story. i had learned that countless times based on my own experiences.
i can fix this.
anger rising at the chaos surrounding me, i managed to find an opening between the students and pushed forward, ignoring the shouts of protest from my peers as they tried to piece together why i was going in the opposite direction.
i rushed into the quad and headed straight to the staircase. from what i could recall, there was a sword set on display on the upper floor of the building.
if i can get that, i can finish this.
halfway up the stairs, i heard a scream and whirled around, peering over the railing to see crackstone entering the quad, staff glowing green.
"i have arrived to rid the world of thy kind!" he roared, energy pulsating through the air.
shit.
taking the stairs two at a time, i slid into the hall of the second floor and instantly spotted the blade. spirits rising, i ran towards the case and swiped it off the stand, giving it a quick once over before turning back towards the staircase.
running down the steps, i went over what goody had told me back in the crypt.
through his black heart, huh?
when you put it like that, his teeth and his heart seemed to be twins.
clearing the final step, i rushed into the quad, and saw crackstone raise his staff at a couple huddled together in front of him.
seriously, did she really step in to protect him? ridiculous.
"howdy, pilgrim." i called to the walking-dead man before he could blast the two of them to ash.
he whirled around, shock etched across his rotting face, and the pair of love-struck fools took the chance to rush out of the main gates to safety.
no wonder there's that saying about love and death.
"how canst thy heart still beat?" crackstone spits, his eyes wide and filled with rage.
"the real question here is how can yours? you look like a walking corpse. oh wait- that's exactly what you are." i adjust my grip on the blade in my hand, before looking the man up and down.
"quite an ugly walking corpse as well."
his face twisted inhumanely, and he let out a seething roar as he raised his staff, moving to charge at me.
suddenly, there were thuds echoing behind me, and a voice yelled out-
"stay away from her!"
xavier.
i spun around, eyes wide and breathing ragged, just in time to see him shoot the arrow lodged into his bow at crackstone. it sped through the air straight at the space between the man's eyes, directly on target-
but it didn't hit its mark.
i watched in horror as crackstone raised his staff, and it glowed green as the arrow simply...froze in place. he twisted his fingers, and the arrow turned in midair, aiming for xavier.
no.
crackstone spread his palm, and the energy his staff released compelled the arrow toward xavier.
no.
i lunged forward, throwing myself into the arrow's path. it struck me straight in the chest, and the sheer force of it threw me off balance. the sword i was holding flew out of my hand as i rolled across the wet grass beneath me, before landing hard on my back.
"no!" xavier cried out, and within seconds he was at my side.
"y/n! what the fuck- would you do that!" he snapped, but instead of anger, there was fear in his voice. his eyes fell on the arrow sticking out of my chest, before meeting my own.
he's scared.
"go, xavier" i winced, struggling to keep my breaths even. i gripped the arrow at the base, before clenching my teeth down and breaking the shaft from as low as possible. i let out a scream as my vision blurred, and my body jerked upward at the sudden pressure being applied to the wound.
"y/n!" xavier's voice was full of panic, and he instantly moved to help me, but i pushed him away with my free arm, exhaling sharply at the pinpricks of pain shooting through my sternum.
"i'll be fine, but you need to help the others."
he stayed crouched next to me, shifting slightly to take the other half of the arrow from me and throwing it away, showing no sign of moving. grimacing, i reached over to grip the hand he had placed on my shoulder and squeezed.
"go, xavier."
his eyes locked on mine, and he hesitated for a moment. suddenly there was a scream echoing from somewhere behind him, and he shook his head, before squeezing back and forcing himself to stand.
he ran.
i watched him go and pull the last few students who were standing around with him out the gates of nevermore, before i turned over and pulled myself up.
ah, that's what the saying is. "love kills."
i stomped down on the handle of the blade, and it shot into the air.
but is this love?
ignoring the thoughts rushing through my mind and pangs of protest from the arrowhead that was still lodged into my skin, i turned to face crackstone.
whatever. at least if i die tonight, it'll be in a swordfight and not of blood loss.
"i suppose you seek an honourable death by my hands" he sneered, before swinging at me with his staff.
"oh please, as if a dead man attacking innocent civilians has any honour" i bit back as i ducked out of the way, before jabbing at his side. he sputtered angrily, deflecting my blade and swiped low, aiming for my feet.
i jumped backwards, slashing the sword up at his face, but rather than nicking skin i ended up knocking his hat off his head.
it hit the floor with a light thump, and crackstone stared at it for a second, frozen in place, before looking up me and letting out a snarl.
"you seem to be taking the revelation of your thinning hair a bit too personally" i smirked, but was quickly overwhelmed by the sudden blast of energy his staff let out. it hit me with more force than the arrow, and i was thrown into the building wall behind me. my sword shattered upon impact, metal bits flying everywhere.
"or a lot too personally" i wheezed, struggling to breathe under the pressure of his magic. a metallic scent filled the atmosphere, and i could feel goosebumps rising on my skin.
"silence, you wretched piece of filth!" crackstone roared, and i felt the strain on my body increase as his magic surged, trapping me. i gasped, fighting for air as my lungs were crushed by the invisible force he had over me.
crackstone grinned at me, his face scrunching up to reveal numerous scars and missing teeth. "finally, thy voice will be silenced forev-"
he didn't get to finish his sentence because there was a blade pointing through his stomach. from behind.
the attacker pulled the sword out of crackstones chest, and it distracted the man enough to weaken his hold on his powers. i slid down the wall and landed on my side, letting out a hiss of pain.
"be gone, you vile creature!" crackstone roared, and i looked up to see him hit xavier in the head with his staff, sending him stumbling back into the fountain.
"no!" i yelled, pulling myself up once again, except this time everything was drowned out. the pain from the arrow wound, the exhaustion from being thrown up against the wall, everything.
except xavier.
i grabbed one of the blade shards that were littered across the grass, and as crackstone turned his attention back to me, stabbed him straight through the heart.
he let out a sputtering sound, looking down at the metal lodged into his flesh. i pushed it deeper, twisting it for good measure, before looking up at him.
"you be gone, you fucking waste of space."
as if on cue, he burst into ashes, and the magic he had both within and around him flooded the quad. i held my ground, and when the air was clear, rushed to xavier's side.
"xavier!" i breathed, dropping down next to him. cringing at the pain that was resurfacing from my arrow wound, i gently pulled his head into my lap, before brushing his hair out of his face to get a look at his head.
"you're a fool, you know that? why the hell would you come back?"
trying hard not to panic, i cut off a strip of my skirt to wrap around the wound, only to stop as i felt him shifting in my grip. looking down, i saw him staring up at me with an unbelieving look on his face.
"are you serious right now?" he breathed, and i raised my eyebrows in question as i proceeded to wrap his head. pushing my hands away, he exhaled sharply as he pushed himself to sit up.
"stop moving!" i snapped, gripping the side of his face with one hand to keep him in place. using the other, i finished tying the cloth together. "you might have a concussion."
"'why would i come back?'" he ignored my protests and pointed at my chest. "you took a goddamn arrow for me and you're telling me i can't try to save you?"
"you could have died!"
"so could you!"
"but i didn't!" i said, gesturing at my completely alive self.
"what if you did? huh? then what?" xavier was getting increasingly irritated, and i couldn't figure out why.
there's no way-
"what do you care?" i tsked, and was about to tell xavier to drop it but he was faster.
"because i love you!" he yelled, "i love you, y/n! for fucks sake, i love you, and that's why i care!"
i froze in place, my heart pounding in my chest.
i suppose that love does not actually kill, which means that whoever said that line was terribly wrong.
"what?"
"did you not hear me? i said i-"
i cut him off before he could finish his sentence, grabbing the sides of his face to pull him down to mine.
and kissed him.
xavier let out a startled sound, before letting one hand rest on my hip as he gripped my collar with the other. i could feel the sweat and blood coating his skin, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of him.
despite the chaos, his hands were steady and he was sure of himself as he kissed me back. i let my hands wander, tangling them into the hair at his nape, tugging gently. he groaned slightly before letting out a surprised laugh, and i laughed as well, savouring the fact that he was here and he was safe and he was alive.
ironically, i seem to have become the very fool i was unimpressed by not so long ago.
i pulled away, breaths coming out in short gasps as i gazed up at him, clutching onto the front of his sweater.
xavier opened his eyes and gazed down at me, breathless. his eyes were blown wide, and there was a small smile playing on his lips.
then again, you don't fall in love every day.
and he was just so, so, beautiful.
"be mine" i whispered.
he stared at me, before sighing.
"y/n, i have always been yours. you just had to ask."
my heart sped up- "will you?"
"of course."
i smiled, wrapping my arms around his torso and resting my head against his chest. i could feel my wound protesting, but for now i focused on him and only him.
"i love you, xavier"
xavier placed a hand on the back of my head, carefully drawing me close and placed a soft kiss on the top of my head.
"i love you, y/n."
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times xavier fake fucked you !
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the first time he did it was when you were in the library with xavier, “studying” and you were going over flash cards with him and he was getting each one terribly wrong. he swore on his life that he knew each term so you were confused as to why he agreed to study if he was just going to fuck around but it was clear to see that he only agreed because he wanted to be around you. “xavier I thought you knew all of this.” you taunted, crossing your arms across your chest. he scratched behind his neck and let out a breathy sigh. “yeah me too, princess. I guess not.” he shrugged with a fake expression of sadness. you rolled you eyes and stood up from your chair but ended up doing something embarrassing. all of the flash cards fall all over the floor. “shit.” you mumbled before bending down to pick up the cards.
as you were bent over xavier’s mind filled up with dirty thoughts. he watched your skirt ride up every time you extended your arm to reach the cards, god he was so far gone. xavier then stood up from his chair and was now standing right behind you with you ass inches away from his pelvis. you then felt two hands on you hips, pressing you into his clothed cock, you froze. “x-xavier?” you stuttered, feeling your face heat up from the position you were in. he then chuckled and thrusted back and forth like he was fucking you. “sorry I couldn’t help it.” he chuckled then moved away. you huffed in annoyance at his antics. “sooo funny.” you said in fake enthusiasm and stood up and placed the cards back on the table.
even though you thought he was childish and annoying, you still felt kinda hot from it.
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the second time he did it was when you were in your dorm reading a book called call me by your name on your bed. you were bent down on the edge of you bed, feet swinging in the air as you read the word in your favorite book. suddenly you heard a knock on the door and you instantly knew who it was. “come in, xavier.” xavier let himself in and saw you bent over the bed with a book in your head. xavier was instantly tempted to mess with you in your position by he tried to control himself. “hey princess.” he muttered, eyeing you in this position.
eventually he couldn’t control himself so he went behind you and placed his hands on you hips. “um xavier what are you doi-” you were cut off by xavier thrusting back and forth. you huffed as you got annoyed with “xavier I’m trying to read.” you whined, turning around in the bed, making eye contact with him. “sorry babe I couldn’t help it.” he grinned, cockily. you playfully slapped his chest before sitting up and laying your head against him. “yeah that’s what you said the last time you did that.” you slightly grinned. “yeah well I saw an opportunity and I went for it.” he smirked before earning another slap from you, playfully. “well if you want to fuck me do it for real next time.” you groaned.
he did that day…
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* he’s only ever did it two times but that’s only the beginning
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talking to xavier in jail
fluff and really tiny
You have to fight the sheriff to let you in, threatening to commit crime yourself if that's what it takes you to be able to hold your boyfriend. He ends up letting you through, after you sign multiple papers.
Xavier looks up at the sound of the lock clicking open to his cell. Tears fall from his eyes at the sight of you.
“Y/n, please I swear I didn't do it,” he begs, “please believe me, I’m innocent.” Your heart breaks at the crack in his voice.
“Oh Xavi, I know it wasn't you. Deep breaths, honey,” you reassure him softly, pulling him in for a hug. One hand tangles into his hair and the other rubs soothingly at his back.
“I promise I’ll find a way to get you out of here baby,” you whisper, kissing his forehead as his tears start to dry on your neck.
Xavier pulls his head from where it’s nestled in between your neck and shoulder and looks up at you through his lashes. “I love you,” he says.
“I love you too, Xavi.” You’re interrupted by Sheriff Galpin, who clears his throat behind you, making a snide comment about how he can't stand teenagers.
“I have to go now baby, but I’ll get you out of here, kay? I promise,” you tell him once more, pecking his lips and pressing a soft kiss to his nose.
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What about an Xavier head canon with a reader who loves crystals and she puts little crystals like rose quartz in his pockets or his room to show that he's hers
CUTE CUTE CUTE (and so me</3)
there’s no mistaking the fact that you adore xavier thorpe. you’d kiss the ground that boy walked on if he asked you to.
and the way that you express that adoration is one of his favourite things about you.
originally, it started out small. a rose quartz slipped into his blazer pocket before classes, one on his nightstand, another dropped into his bag as you sit next to him.
then it progressed. you tailored the crystals to his day to day needs. tiger’s eye for luck on a test, carnelian for confidence when he needs a boost. at this point, xavier can be tracked by the rattling of stones in his every pocket.
if another girl so much as glances in his direction, you’re quick to skip towards the tall boy and take his hand, pressing yet another crystal into his palm.
“you forgot this, xavi.”
“oh, thanks, baby.”
he knows what you’re up to as you latch yourself onto his arm, tucked under him as though you’ve been settled there forever; it’s not like you spend your time anyplace else. he’s more than happy facilitating your scare tactics towards the other girls; he’s yours.
he needs to have one of your stones close to relax, now. it grounds him, having a piece of you to cradle in the palm of his hand.
he still prefers it when you sneak into his dorm to spend the night, though. warm and soft, snuggled under his arm, in his bed and his clothes. you’re his every daydream rolled into one.
and when you sneak out of a morning, you leave a crystal in your place, tucked under his pillow safely for him to find<3
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thinking about xavier and you being academic rivals and he is always coming up to you asking what you got on a test, he’s so competitive and wants to impress you with how smart he is but one day you’re upset over a result and he comforts you. “you did brilliant.” and “it’s just one test, it doesn’t mean anything.” and “you’re still the smartest girl ever.” like he KNOWS you’re smart and just loves being acknowledged by you even if it is through your rivalry with him :(((((((
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this is not a request but imagine Xavier acting impressed by readers drawing even tho it’s horrible but he doesn’t have the heart to tell her 🥹
As he works on his latest creation on his canvas, I can totally picture you saying, "Close your eyes baby," from behind him.
He chuckled, "I think I once saw this in a vision, I turn around and you're standing there naked.” You gently push him in good fun.
You happily announced, "I drew you something," holding the sketch near to your chest in anticipation of showing your boyfriend. You spent about twenty minutes drawing a bouquet of flowers.
“Okay you can turn around now.”
Xavier turned his stool toward you and focused on the piece of paper you were holding up in front of his face. You shoved it so close to him that in order to fully see it, he had to lean back.
"Oh- wow.” He looked at the flowers and said, "It's- it's lovely. That shading is flawless and is that a daisy?” He narrowed his eyes as he closed up on the painting; lacking the courage to admit to his lover that he didn't know what he was looking at.
You handed him the piece of paper with a proud "Mhm, here I want you to have it." but he shook his head, refusing to take it.
"Every artist's work must be signed," he says as he handed you one of his pencils. You grabbed the writing utensil out of his hand and began to scribble your name at the bottom of the paper.
While he waited for you to finish, he was holding a thumbtack between his fingers. As soon as you gave him the paper, he pinned it to the wall above where he spends most of his afternoons.
“There,” he dusted his hands, “Now I can look up and see all the effort you put into it, pumpkin." His large hands were firmly placed on your waist as he pulled you closer to him and smiled before placing his lips on yours.
He decided to keep his thoughts to himself, but he made a mental note to arrange some time for drawing lessons with you.
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A secret
Warning: mature content
Nevermore wasn’t a big school, thus, secrets didn’t last for long. That is, if you told it to the wrong person. Like Enid Sinclair or Bianca’s siren friends, who loved to gossip. And that is exactly why you needed to be smart and don’t tell anyone. About what? Well…about you and Xavier sleeping together. There wasn’t anything serious between the two of you, at least you never put a label on it, and you were quite content with where the two of you stood right now. Xavier had not long ago just broken up with Bianca, so he was still sort of trying to get over her and you were a huge flirt, who couldn’t exactly settle down with one person. So being able to freely date whoever you wanted while sneaking around with Xavier was absolutely perfect. The two of you hadn’t been exactly friends, but sometimes Enid and Ajax would hang out, so you and Xavier tagged along. You didn’t speak very much, you were never exactly interested in the guy, but Xavier would always flirt with you. And that is how he caught your attention. He had charm and he could be hilarious when he wasn’t sulking or feeling miserable because of Bianca. But you never placed much thought into the harmless flirting between the two of you, after all, you did this with everyone who was very much so living.
But one time, at a party in the town Jericho, you were a bit drunk. Alright, you were very drunk but when you realized that it was too late. The long drink kicked in fast, and despite already feeling the effect of it, and you, yourself, telling Enid you couldn’t see straight anymore, you still finished it. You paid for it, so of course you wouldn’t just let it go to waste…and that is how a mistake was made. You were dancing around with Enid, high on euphoria as the DJ played your favorite songs. You were jumping left and right, shouting the lyrics, but still trying to stay level headed in your drunken stupor. Enid wasn’t as drunk as you, so she could keep her eyes on you and make sure you were fine. To her luck, you weren’t the type who’d feel sick from drinking too much. It really was a blessing. Enid wished she was like you when it came to drinking, because she was a lightweight and drinking too much meant a night spent puking for her. She hated it, that is why she never drank too much. She learned that the hard way. And unfortunately, there was even proof of it, as you thought filming the whole thing would be funny…it wasn’t.
When the DJ changed the rhythm and played some Latino music, you screamed out and grabbed onto Enid’s hands, pulling her into you. Oh, she knew what was coming and she braced herself as you started grinding against her, making her dance despite her hips not being able to move like yours. Even drunk, you danced like a goddess, born with a talent many wished to have. And you being a witch only made your aura more mystical, you drew in boys as if they were flies. Enid knew you loved the attention, but she also knew you had a pure heart and most of times good intentions. That is until someone broke your trust and lost your respect, it was over for them from then on. And just as Enid started actually enjoying you throwing her around and screaming when she would move sexily, she spotted Ajax and Xavier not far away from the two of you. Two normie guys were gawking their eyes out at the two of you and Enid knew if they were to approach you two, you’d either send them away in a very rude manner or make them dance with you two…and she didn’t want to dance with them, they seemed creepy. And as if Ajax felt Enid’s distress, he spotted her and you, and grabbed onto Xavier as they started walking towards the two of you. Xavier had a few drinks in his system as well, in fact, he was holding a glass of some cocktail as he tried sipping on it while Ajax pulled him through the crowd. Someone stomped on his new shoes and Xavier threw a glare at them, making the person apologize immediately. Xavier didn’t consider himself a scary looking guy, but he could be intimidating when he wanted to be. Enid felt instantly safer when Ajax and Xavier stopped by your sides. Despite being tipsy, Ajax was still awkward as he didn’t know what to do. But fear not, drunk you would fix that! Nobody was safe when you were drunk.
“Ajax!” You exclaimed, finally noticing the two boys by your sides, “Xavier!”
Xavier greeted you back just as happily as you had, the two of you waving at each other with wide grins on your lips. Xavier was bobbing his head to the music, moving his body from the left to the right, but Ajax didn’t know what to do. And just to his misfortune, Taki Taki came on and you lost it. That was your favorite song, you always went crazy on it. And seeing how the poor boy was struggling, in your mind you thought you went on to rescue him, but you just made him more horrified when he saw you approach him with a wild expression. He looked at Enid for help, but it was already too late for that. You had walked up behind him, your hands gripping onto his hips as you started moving him to the rhythm of the song while screaming the lyrics. Ajax didn’t want to move at first, frozen as if his snakes had petrified him, but he figured he had nothing to lose, really, and you were just having fun and fooling around. You were quite known for partying with everyone at parties, so he figured you were doing just that. And he gave in, letting you move him the way you wanted to, making you cheer like crazy.
“That’s it!” You screamed at the top of your lungs when Ajax turned around and tried to dance with you, failing miserably. Xavier was laughing his ass off, holding onto his stomach as he felt tears in the corner of his eyes, and Enid just watched the two of you with a grimace, feeling sorry for Ajax thar he was your current victim. She knew what that felt like. And thankfully she was paying attention, because Ajax slipped and would’ve tumbled to the floor if your best friend didn’t jump to his aid to stabilize him. Ajax’s cheeks were burning, but you allowed him no moment to feel ashamed as you made him dance again, twirling him around. Xavier was dying from laughter; people were looking at him to see what was so funny. Enid was embarrassed, but she couldn’t help but grin at Ajax’s cute attempt at dancing. He was clumsy and off beat, but he was trying very hard to keep up with you. Deciding that your job was done here and Ajax would be good on his own now, you left him alone and went back to your previous spot which was next to Xavier. Ajax didn’t stop dancing and Enid smiled at him, shyly stepping closer. You smirked and gave her a slight push, acting as if someone pushed you too when she threw you a glare. Oh, please, as if you didn’t know about her crush on him. But the two were fine as they smiled at each other and danced, blushing when they bumped into each other. Xavier had calmed down and took a sip of his drink, watching his best friend and Enid amused. He appreciated your effort in making the two dance together, so he turned towards you and offered up his drink. Your eyes lit up, and despite knowing that you really shouldn’t drink anymore, you took his glass and took a big gulp.
The sweet taste of whiskey hit you and your eyes widened as you looked at Xavier flabbergasted, “No way! This is my favorite drink!”
Xavier laughed at your squeal and watched you finish his drink, not really bothered by it. He took the glass from you once you were done with it and placed it on a table nearby. He watched you for a second longer, appreciating the way you moved to the music. He never took your flirting seriously, he knew the both of you did it just for fun, but the alcohol was making his head fuzzy and your dress was short. Really short. His eyes were glued to your long legs and the way the dress hugged your hips, making him bite his lip at the sight. Each time you went lower, knees bent so that you could sway your hips better, his hands twitched, thinking your skirt would ride up and flash him, but it never did. He didn’t really think twice before he approached you from behind, circling his arm around your waist and pulling your body flushed against his as he started moving. You immediately followed his lead and grinned, surprised of how good of a dancer he was. Xavier didn’t seem like the type who would get down on the dance floor, but damn were his hips moving in a way which matched your own perfectly. You weren’t a big fan of the position you were dancing in, so you turned around in his hold and circled your arms around his neck, smiling at him drunkenly. Xavier returned your smile and you felt his hand slowly slip onto your ass as you continued dancing, enjoying the song and your partner. Now, here’s a thing. A tiny little itsy-bitsy thing. When drunk, you like to kiss people. On the lips. Nothing more than a peck. Xavier has seen you do it countless of times at parties, but he was never targeted. Until now. So, licking your lips, you went in to kiss him, but he turned his head in the last minute and your lips were pressed against his cheek. You started laughing, taken aback by his reaction. Up until now, nobody had tuned their head away. Xavier chuckled as he watched your reaction. You pulled your head back a little bit and smiled, looking him in the eyes. He leaned in, and well…that’s where your memory gives up on you. Like it usually does when you drink too much.
“I’m telling you, Y/N, you and Xavier kissed at the party.” Enid said with a frustrated sigh as you two walked down the hallway, headed to class.
“Impossible!” You exclaimed in disbelief, “I do not remember such thing—”
“Because you were drunk!”
“But I wouldn’t kiss Xavier—”
“Y/N,” Enid stopped walking and looked at you, “You kiss everyone. And you kissed Xavier too.”
You rolled your eyes, huffing, “I refuse to believe that. I don’t even remember that happening, Enid. Who else saw us?”
“I don’t know,” Enid shrugged, starting to walk again, “I wasn’t paying attention to that, I was way too shocked by the two of you, you know.”
“Well, if it happened—”
“It happened—”
“If it happened!” Your voice rose as you shot Enid a glare, “We were both drunk and I don’t even remember it. We probably just got caught up in the moment—how did I even kiss him?!”
“Well you grabbed his cheeks, like you do with everyone, and went in for a kiss. He turned his head and the next time I glance back at the two of you to ask you for how longer we’d stay, you two are making out—”
“Okay, where was Ajax?” You interrupted her, raising your eyebrows at your best friend.
“At the bathroom.”
“Fine, but you were drunk too, Enid. Maybe you didn’t see whatever we were doing correctly and—”
“I know what I saw—didn’t you just tell me Xavier was looking at you weirdly in the morning when you crossed ways?! How he was looking at your more intently than ever before?!” Enid has had enough of your shit as she exclaimed, pointing her finger at you. She was right. You were the one who asked Enid if anything more than dancing happened with Xavier, because when the two of you met in the hallway in the morning, he certainly was looking at you in a different way and his energy had changed too. Your intuition just told you there was something different. And God damn it, you had actually kissed him? You were in disbelief, because up until this point you didn’t even consider Xavier a handsome guy. But you knew to trust your intuition and believe your best friend, it was just hard to believe it really happened. This is why you shouldn’t drink too much. You’re a menace to yourself.
“Whatever, Enid, let’s never talk about this again.” You muttered, rubbing your forehead, “I don’t remember it, so it never happened…”
Enid hummed and gave you a disapproving look before the two of you walked inside the classroom and took your seats at a table. However, this changed everything for you and Xavier.
It took the two of you two weeks to make out again. At another party, except this time you were fully sober as you were the designated driver. But Xavier wasn’t sober, he was actually quite drunk, and you were dancing right next to a pillar. When he came up to you, you waved at him and continued dancing with your girl-friends, but Xavier’s friends showed up too and suddenly you were a big circle having fun. However, it didn’t take Xavier long to push you up against the pillar and have his lips on yours. He didn’t understand why you had to wear those obnoxiously short skirts to every single party you went. It felt like you were taunting him, making it hard for him to see any other female in the club, because his attention would be only on you. He realized you didn’t remember the last time you two made out, but he didn’t care much, since your lips were pressing against his hungrily right now, fingers tangled in his tied-up hair, loosening it. Your lips made him feel more intoxicated than he was, and he was lost, fingers digging into your hips as you started grinding against him, loving the song which came on. You pulled back and started shouting the lyrics, but you never released him. He realized he was backing you up into the pillar, so still holding onto you, he pulled you a bit back. His grip on your hips guided the two of you to the rhythm of the song and once you were done shouting, his lips were back on yours, the night being still young. That’s how you spent your night at that party, dancing and making out with Xavier.
After that you and Xavier kept meeting here and there, mostly when Ajax and Enid invited the two of you to study together with them. For you, nothing had changed. And for Xavier, well, he wanted to spend more time with you, but he was reluctant. He liked you, but he didn’t want a serious relationship and seeing how dismissive you were each day towards him, he was slowly realizing that you weren’t exactly interested either in dating him. So, taking a bold guess, after the study session was done and you were walking back to your dorms, he backed you into a dark classroom and kissed you. When you kissed back, he relaxed and decided to go on with his plan. Seeing you in all those sexy outfits had him frustrated badly. You were hot and he had eyes…and hormones. When you felt his hard on, you pulled back for a second and started thinking. You certainly wanted to do this now, but only if Xavier understood you wouldn’t consider this a serious thing.
“Do you want to date me?” You asked, chest heaving as your shirt was off and Xavier’s pants were on the floor too somewhere.
“No, I’m not fully over Bianca yet.” Xavier answered you honestly, his fingers teasingly running up and down on the inside of your thigh.
“Do you want to fuck me?” You appreciated his honesty and you looked in his green eyes as Xavier licked his lips, his fingers gripping your thigh as he pulled it up, pressing into you. You bit your lip when his dick pressed against your dampness, glad that the two of you were on the same page.
“What do you think?” His cocky tone and his smirk made you pull him in, fumbling with the zipper of your jeans as he helped you pull them down. Xavier grinded against you and you moaned into his mouth, holding onto his nape.
“We fuck, but act like nothing happened afterwards, deal?” You asked breathless as Xavier cupped you over your heat, pressing his palm against it, pleasure surging through your body.
“Deal.” And there was no turning back from there on. Both desperate for the other, it didn’t take long for Xavier to be inside you, setting a pace which drove you crazy. The desk you were sitting on was squeaking like crazy and you were trying to keep quiet as Xavier continued to groan into your ear lowly, cursing when you would clench around him. He felt like he was in heaven, the two of you fitting perfectly as you met each one of his thrusts. Hearing your moans were like music to his ears and he lost it when you pulled on his hair harshly, stumbling over your words. He found that one spot and made sure to hit it repeatedly, making you become louder. You tried to keep your voice down, but you honestly didn’t give a shit as Xavier was making you see stars while he started sucking the skin of your neck. Oh, and this was just the beginning of what the two of you would do in secret, never to be caught or found out by anyone…
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