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@beggingforxavier
Hey friends-
My main account @beggingforxavierthorpe was reinstated! So from now on I’ll be there!
Thank you all for following this side blog and supporting me during my shadowban. I thoroughly appreciate each and every one of you. It’ll stay up as my backup account!
All my love 🫶
Fallin' All In You // Xavier Thorpe
About: Just some early morning lovin' from your boyfriend.
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: P in V sex, no condom, somnophilia, grinding, dirty talk, lazy morning sex
The morning sun rises, hitting Xavier in the eyes as it peers in through the large window in his room. Nice and warm settled next to you in bed, he groans softly, throwing his arm over his eyes haphazardly to escape the brightness.
Sticky underneath the hot blankets, his morning wood presses firm against your thigh. Your leg is hitched up over his, mouth open and fully relaxed against your boyfriend as your slept.
After a minute, Xavier removes his arm from his eyes and gazes down at you, with all the adoration in the world in his eyes. He takes in your sleeping form and can’t help but think how adorable you are.
His abandoned hard-on twitches impatiently under the covers and he sighs, grabbing hold of your hip tightly and maneuvering you onto your other side. He pulls you into his chest and kisses your shoulder. You let out a soft, sleepy whimper but don’t stir otherwise.
Xavier grins against your shoulder, pushing up his shirt that fits you like a glove and sliding your panties to the side, his fingers searching for your sensitive clit. Using two fingers, he slowly starts to rub it in circular motions. You let out a little moan in your sleep, involuntarily pressing back against his hardened state and causing him to let out a little hiss into your ear.
At his noise, your eyelids flutter a little, and he doesn’t stop rubbing at you. Another moan is pulled from your throat as you start to come to. Your hand moves down to his arm, but you don’t stop him, feeling your body starting to come to life and respond to his actions. Heat rises to your chest, leaving splotches of red across your skin.
“Mm…fuck, Xavier.” Your voice is thick with sleep, and he nuzzles deeper into your shoulder, peppering it with kisses. “Couldn’t wait?”
“You looked so beautiful, sleeping so peacefully.” He sucks on your skin gently. “Wanted to make you feel good.”
You crane your neck back and kiss him lazily, your free hand moving to cup his jaw. You can feel how hard he is against your ass now, and you smile against his mouth, grinding back against him a little.
“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart.” He mumbles against your lips.
You just continue to grind back against him, not a care in the world. The friction of his boxers and the pressure of your ass against him makes his tip weep with pure need.
His fingers stutter on your clit, his breath hot against your ear.
“I want you, sweetheart.” Xavier whimpers into your ear, and your lips find his again to shush his pleas.
Your hands move down and start to pull off your panties, lifting yourself up a little so you can pull them off completely. Xavier’s eyelids are hooded, pupils blown as he watches your hands, almost in a trance. He starts to strip himself of his boxers, pushing them clumsily down his long, lanky legs. Then he rolls you onto your back and settles between your legs, pressing his chest firmly to yours. His lips cover yours again, kissing you deeply and sucking on your lower lip. He pulls a groan from your throat as he easily sinks inside of her.
Xavier presses into you as deeply as he can, every part of his body touching yours. His lips travel down your jaw to your neck, sucking and nibbling on any spare skin he can reach, worshipping you beneath him. When he begins grinding against you, barely pulling out at all before diving back in, your eyes shut and you let out a breathy moan for him. He smirks against your neck, skin sticky against yours under the blankets and warm light of the sun filtering through the windows.
When your hands start to caress at his back, he lets them. It isn’t until they reach his butt that he reaches back with both hands and grabs your wrists. He pins your hands above your head with one of his big ones. You let out a little protest, but he just kisses you.
“Let me worship you. You feel so good, baby. Pussy made for me.” He grunts against your lips, bucking into you lazily. “I love you so fucking much.”
The drag of his cock so deep inside you causes your stomach to cave in slightly, a ball of pleasure starting to roll and grow in your lower stomach.
“I love you too. So much.” You whimper, legs wrapping loosely around his waist.
Xavier knows he won’t last long, especially with how sexy you look sprawled beneath him, all cute and sleepy. Your moans spur him on, and he rocks a little harsher, grinding and groaning into your ear.
His pelvic bone rubs against your clit roughly with each thrust, and soon your legs are shaking, and you’re a whiny mess beneath him.
“I-I’m gonna cum, Xav. Gonna cum for you.” You try to warn him, but the intensity sneaks up on you - once the words leave your mouth, you can’t hold it back anymore.
Your boyfriend is not far behind you, bucking his hips sloppily into you. He moans long, and deep in his throat as he buries himself completely to the hilt, pinning you roughly to the mattress beneath you. His body traps you in, and he lets go of your hands so he can hold your entire body now. Xavier’s left hand moves to your shaking thigh and rubs soothingly, while his other one cups your face, kissing you messily.
You take every single drop he gives you, your cunt constricting and spasming around his cock. Your hands push his sweaty hair out of his face, your bodies overheating under the blankets, but neither of you moves to remedy the situation, too lost in each other’s embraces.
When he finally pulls his softening cock out of you and buries his face in your neck, his body fully relaxing against yours, he starts to chuckle lightly.
“What?” You question, still playing with the ends of his hair.
“I could fall asleep like this.” He grins wide, and you roll your eyes.
“If we don’t get our asses up, we’ll miss breakfast.” You remind him after a moment, the bell starting to toll from the main hall.
“Five more minutes, mom.” He complains, and you swat his butt playfully in response. He freezes, but there’s a hint of a smirk on his lips. “Did you just spank me?”
“Maybe.” Your voice is cheeky, and he sits up to look at you.
“Better be careful, sweetheart. I can take you over my knee next.” His eyes find yours, and your mouth opens in shock, cheeks becoming pink at his statement.
You’re more turned on by that statement than you let on, but he knows you so well, he can just tell. He squeezes your thigh lovingly.
“Xavier Thorpe. Is that a threat?” Your eyes crinkle with your smile at the mischievous glint in his eyes.
“No, baby. It’s a promise.”
Xavier Thorpe is a character, not a person. Yes, I am aware of the accusations happening.
However, again, Xavier Thorpe isn’t real. His fictitious. He belongs to the show and he belongs to the little worlds that writers have created. If Percy wasn’t playing him, Xavier would still exist with the same exact backstory.
And that is why I will continue to write for him in my little world.
I understand that that may make some of you uncomfortable. And I understand if you’d like to unfollow me. I do stand with the victims, and I will continue to do so.
In the wake of this, I will also be starting to write for Tyler Galpin. You can follow my Tyler blog @gulpinforgalpin
Thank you for taking the time to read this, and my messages are open for anyone wanting to talk @beggingforxavier (since I’m shadowbanned on my main account @beggingforxavierthorpe I can’t get messages, so please send to my side blogs)
As always, it’s all love 🫶
My messages are open on @beggingforxavier or @gulpinforgalpin to anyone who wants to talk about the Percy Hynes White stuff that just came to light not too long ago.
Even if you just need someone to listen or a place to vent, I’m here.
EDIT: I can’t reply to messages or comments on this main account! You have to message my side blog @beggingforxavier
You can find the beginning of the allegations here or go to Twitter #cancelpercy
TW: Sexual assault & rape
I have Covid, so I’ll be writing when I feel up to it. Love you all 🫶
Your Good Boy
This is an alt! Follow my main blog: @beggingforxavierthorpe
About: After a friend sends you a picture of Xavier and another girl, jealousy fuels you. He'll know who he belongs to after tonight.
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: P in V, no condom, dirty talk, oral (f recieving), masturbation (m), edging, overstimulation, use of toys, crying, super!sub!Xavier.
It had been two hours since Yoko had texted you a picture of Bianca and Xavier from a Nightshades gathering. Her hand was resting on his right thigh, him laughing at something she said, eyes closed. Ever since you saw it, it made your blood boil. Was this why he didn’t want you joining the Nightshades?
You’ve been ignoring his texts, him probably drunk and needy from Yoko’s mixed drinks. The buzzing wouldn’t seem to stop, but it eventually dies down.
“Well, he can just go see Bianca.” You grumble to yourself, shutting your eyes tightly to try to will sleep to take over. Even though it was late, you couldn’t sleep, all you were doing was tossing and turning in your bed. With a frustrated sigh, you sit up and run a hand through your hair. “Fuck it.”
Fueled with jealousy and rage, you sneak out your window, scaling balconies until you land at your boyfriend’s.
You’re about to knock on the glass pane when you see movement inside. You rub your hand against the dusty glass to try to get a better look. Xavier is sitting in his desk chair, hand wrapped around his cock, pumping desperately. His sketchbook is open on the desk, and his other hand is held above it, making the image move. Squinting your eyes, you realize that it’s a drawing of you riding his cock roughly, your hips slamming together, your mouth open and chest heaving. How he got so much detail into that one drawing surprises you, and the fact that he’s jacking off to you melts the edges of your heart. But as soon as you remember why you’re there in the first place, your jaw sets and you pound on the glass.
Xavier jumps from where he’s sitting, cursing, and tucking himself into his pants. He turns around and tucks himself into his waistband, and then shuts his sketchbook before coming to the glass.
“Babe?” He asks, confusion marring his features, his brows coming together. “What’re you doing here?”
Regardless, he backs up so you can climb inside, and you do.
“Did you have a nice night?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Uh, yeah. I tried texting you.” A small blush rises to his cheeks, and he rubs the back of his neck. “It was just a small party….I-did you see me just now?”
“Of course I saw you jacking off.” You set your jaw again and Xavier takes in your features, becoming even more puzzled. “You’re bad.”
“Why are you angry? Your body language is so off.” He shakes his head, reaching his arms out towards you, still a little tipsy and needy.
“Get on the bed. Now.” You order, kicking off your shoes.
Xavier doesn’t move at first, concern flooding his brain, but eventually he sits on the edge of the bed.
“What’s wrong?”
“How dare you fucking let her touch you like that.” You spit, cheeks flaming. Xavier cocks his head to the side, his eyes widening.
“What are you talking about?”
“Do you not want me in the Nightshades because you want to fuck around behind my back?” You counter, arms crossing.
“What the fuck? No! I don’t want you to join the Nightshades because they can be a bunch of assholes sometimes. We do dumb stuff and you’re too good for us.”
“And apparently you’re the biggest asshole of them all.” Xavier’s eyes widen at your hurtful words. You drag your phone out of your pocket, opening the picture and dropping it in his lap. “If her hand was any higher, she’d be touching your dick.”
“Baby-“
“Strip.”
“What?”
“God, I said fucking strip, Xavier. And don’t you dare touch yourself.”
Gazing up at you in a mix of fear and excitement, he obliges, pulling his shirt over his head and tugging his sweatpants down, leaving him bare against his comforter.
Your eyes harden as you look down at your boyfriend, pushing down your hurt feelings until all you feel is a need to make him pay. You walk over to his bedside table and open the drawer, pulling out his vibrating cock ring. You toss it at his chest.
“Put it on. On high.” You tell him, starting to tug your shirt up and over your head.
You kick off your leggings and then pick them up off the floor, watching him slide the ring down to the base of his cock and he presses the button three times, turning it to its highest setting. He groans immediately, his hips pushing up into the air as the vibrations are overwhelming.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK.” Xavier whimpers, the vibrations making his toes curl. “Baby, please.”
“No. You don’t have control over this.” You put your leggings on the end of the bed and climb up, straddling his thighs, sitting back on his firm legs. “You want to let other girls touch you? Then come home and jerk off to the thought of me? For that, you get punished. You can’t cum without my permission. Do you understand?”
Xavier nods wordlessly and brings his hands down to grip your hips, his eyes wide. You grab them and remove them immediately, pinning them above his head. His cock is hard still, his tip red and leaking. His chest is flushed, his stomach sucking in at the vibrations shooting up his length.
“Are you going to be able to be a good boy and not touch me?” You ask him, and Xavier groans, enjoying having you so close to him. He struggles against your hold a little, and you sigh. “That’s a no.”
“No, I’ll be good.” He says quickly, but you’re already moving to grab your discarded leggings.
He watches you as you wrap the material around his wrists and tie them tightly to the iron headboard. Xavier whines and struggles against the hold, just tightening them on his wrists.
“You couldn’t be good. Not a surprise.” You spit into your hand and bring it down to his cock.
“I’m your good boy.” He whimpers, eyes bulging as you collect his precum and start to stroke him quickly. “Holy shit!”
“Prove it.” You almost growl, your hand eager against his cock, stroking him without mercy. “Who do you belong to?”
“Y-You, I belong to you. I’m your good boy.”
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours.” His hips stutter, pushing up against your hand. “Please, please, wanna cum for you.”
Your hand is relentless on him, and he’s squirming, the vibrations and the pull of your hand too much. His chest is deep red now, and he has a look of desperation on his face.
“I-I….can I cum?” He whimpers, thrusting up into your hand. “Please, baby.”
You continue wordlessly, and he drags in a deep breath, trying desperately to hold it. You watch him carefully, and when you think it’s about to become too much, you pull off your hand and press the button to turn off the vibrations of the cock ring. Xavier lifts his butt off the bed, chasing your hand, frustration clear on his face as his impending orgasm dies instantly.
“Oh, my poor baby.” You climb up to straddle his stomach now, leaving his cock, weeping and solid. Reaching forward you grip his chin. “Open.”
Xavier opens his mouth, and you spit, letting a glob slowly slide past your lips down into his mouth.
“You want to cum, don’t you? Do you think you deserve to cum?” You ask, your voice softer now, stroking the side of his face.
“I’m sorry. Didn’t realize, I pushed her away...” He looks up at you, feeling small and shy. “I only want you.”
Satisfied with his answer, you lean over to his bedside drawer again and pull out the wand he bought you on a whim the year prior. The one you were too afraid to keep in your shared bedroom and forced him to keep here where no one will ever find it.
You slide down his body once more, leaving a little wetness in the center of his stomach, turned on by seeing him helpless beneath you. Settling between his legs now, your hand moves down, turning on the vibrating cock ring again, and he grunts. Xavier’s toes curl again, and he throws his head back, his eyes closing. Though, when you turn on the wand and press it right underneath his tip, his head shoots back forward, a moan ripping from his throat.
“Holy shit!” He cries, and you continue to hold it there. “T-Too strong.”
“You can take it. I know you can. Be my good boy.” You coo, running your hand up and down his sucked-in stomach and down his thighs, just caressing him.
Xavier curses, bucking a little against the jolts of oversensitivity that run through him, but you just hold the wand there firmer. It doesn’t take much before he’s a begging mess beneath you.
“Gonna cum…can I? Please, oh my fucking God, I can’t hold it-“ He wails beneath you, louder than he normally is.
“Cum, Xavier.” You answer quickly, and he does.
Ropes of hot cum land on his lower stomach, and some on your hand as well, sliding down the sides of his shaft. The groans leaving his throat are filthy, and when your hand comes down on his thigh roughly, the slap echoes against the lofty ceilings.
But you don’t remove the wand, and soon Xavier’s sobbing, pulling desperately against his binds, the vibrations too much for him. Tears roll down his cheeks, staining his pale skin.
“Ah-baby, stop. I can’t-“
“Do you need your safe word?” You ask calmly, and he shakes his head indignantly. “Does it feel good?”
“Hurts…fuck, don’t stop.” Xavier pushes past the tears, his mouth falling open, pain mingling with pleasure at some moments, and he tries desperately to keep his hips against the mattress.
“Can you give me one more, baby?” Your words are soft and soothing, reaching up to rub under his eye and collect his tears.
You bring your thumb down to suck on the salty tears, moaning softly. Xavier’s eyes are still brimming, but he watches you. His cock keeps twitching now, and he starts to splutter as he gets closer. A sheen of sweat dons his skin, and you think he almost looks angelic.
“C-Can I?” He manages, and you bite your lip to hold back a self-satisfied smirk.
“Mhm. Go ahead, baby.” You tell him.
It only takes another minute before his cock is dribbling again, a sad, low flow down the sides of his cock and pooling at the base.
You immediately turn off the vibrations on both toys, pulling him carefully out of the cock ring and tossing them to the side.
“You were so good for me. I’m so proud of you. ‘M gonna take care of you now. You want my pussy?” You question, and he nods as you reach up to untie his hands.
When they’re finally free, Xavier rubs his wrists and then brings his hand to your hair, stroking softly.
“I’m sorry.” His voice breaks and you climb up, straddling his waist now, and lean down to kiss him softly.
“I know.” You reach between you and stroke him slowly, trying not to make it painful for him, but he’s overstimulated so he hisses. Despite the pain, you can feel him hardening against your palm. “I’m gonna ride you.”
Xavier nods again, and soon you’re sinking down onto his cock. Your wet cunt swallows him easily, inner thighs wet from watching him fall apart so many times and beg to cum. You slide down until he’s as deep inside you as he can be – and you rock your hips. The cum from his prior orgasms sticks messily to your core and butt now, making you even slicker. His hands grip your hips, helping you move with sloppy rolls. Moans spill from your lips, and you press your hands to his chest to get more support. Oversensitive, he’s still a mess beneath you, gasping, his eyes wide but mind empty as he fucks up into you. His eyes shut tightly as he tries desperately to keep his orgasm at bay.
“B-babe…sweetheart, not gonna last.” He manages to get out, but you don’t stop, chasing your own orgasm now.
Xavier’s fingers grip your hips tighter, enough to bruise and he bucks up into you as he cums a third time, barely anything dripping out of him at this point. His face is screwed up and he moans high in his throat, almost a whine. He pants and your hips still now on him, Xavier being fully fucked dumb, gazing up at you in adoration.
You pull off him, knowing he’s too oversensitive to continue, settling back on his stomach. His eyes trail over your chest and back up to your face, his eyes widening as through his foggy brain he realizes that you didn’t cum. Embarrassment floods through him, and he reaches up and cups your cheek. His eyes fill with tears again, feeling guilty and so, so spent.
“I’m so fucking sorry. Come up here, ride my face.” He offers, and you finally smile that self-satisfied smirk down at him, able to tell how spent he is, but he’s so desperate to please you that he’d do anything.
You climb up his body, hovering over his face. Xavier immediately sinks two of his long fingers inside of you, and his tongue seeks out your clit. He sucks lazily, and you slowly grind your hips against his mouth. His tongue flattens against your clit so you can get the most friction possible.
He groans against your pussy as you roll your hips faster. Gripping onto his hair by the root, you use his mouth. His fingers drag in and out of you, your juices dripping down his wrist. Xavier slurps at your messy cunt, until you fall apart above him, legs shaking, and head thrown back as you moan his name.
Rolling off him, you take his fingers into your mouth and suck on your juices, before leaning down and pressing your cum-covered tongue into his tired mouth. He groans and sucks on your tongue, tearing another moan from your throat. After a moment, you pull away and smooth his sweaty hair back away from his face.
“I love you so much, Xavier. You did so good. Made me so proud tonight.” You murmur, leaning down and peppering his face with kisses. Xavier takes in a shaky breath, and slowly starts to weep against your shoulder. “I know, baby. I know. Let it out.”
“I-I love you too. I t-tried to be good for you. I’m sorry.”
“You are my good boy. I promise.” You nuzzle against him. “I was just showing you who you belong to. Was it too much?”
Xavier shakes his head, rubbing at his tears. You kiss them away and press your forehead to his.
“I know who I belong to. I deserved to be punished.” He sighs and looks up at you, tears starting to dry up. “I won’t let something like that happen again. I don’t want you to feel like you aren’t the most important girl in the world to me. If you really want to join the Nightshades, I’ll make it happen.”
You make a face, and he chuckles a little.
“How about we clean you up, baby? You’re covered…” You grin smugly as you look down at his cum-covered body.
Xavier nods, shutting his eyes for a minute and letting you get up to grab a damp cloth. Turning back, you take your time studying him. You’d never been prouder of him before. You can tell he’s starting to drift off, the night too much for him.
You start to clean him up, very gently rubbing the cool washcloth against his tired, warm skin.
“I love you.” He mutters, half asleep.
“I love you too, baby. Sleep now. I’ve got you.”
Heart-Shaped Vibes // Xavier Thorpe
About: Xavier finds your toys. You're in for a fun day.
Word Count: 3.1k
Warning: P in V (without condom), use of toys - specifically vibrating panties (clip in), multiple orgasms, dirty talk, public sex, being trapped (not really tied up), a little overstimulation talk.
After a surprisingly vigorous early morning fencing practice, you and Xavier head back to your dorm room. He lays back in your bed while you get ready for a shower. It is Outreach Day, and you don’t have much time before you both need to be on the bus for Jericho.
You hand Xavier your phone, telling him to put on some music, then head for the shower. He puts on your favorite playlist, and you begin to hum along. Meanwhile. He scrolls through the apps absentmindedly on your phone and sees an app he’s never seen before. Curious, he taps on it, and a screen opens with a big button in the center. With his thumb, he presses the button once.
He hears a low buzzing noise start up and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion. He clicks the button again and the sound gets louder. Sitting up in your bed, he decides to go searching for the source of the sound. Xavier can tell that it is localized close to your bed, so he slides off, dropping to his stomach on the cool, wooden floor and glancing under your bed. The vibrating and clacking sound gets louder, and he gently pulls out a box. The sound is definitely coming from within, the box shaking a little in his hands. He opens it tentatively, and his eyes widen in astonishment as he takes in what is in this box.
“Babe!” He calls, and you poke your head out of the bathroom.
Seeing what he’s looking at, your cheeks heat in embarrassment. You rush over in your towel and close the top of the box.
“You weren’t supposed to see those.” You complain, your hand over your mouth as you try to take the box away from him.
“I didn’t know what the app did. Now hang on just a minute, sweetheart. I didn’t know you had toys.” He goes to push the lid off again, and you let him. “Do you use them?”
“Sometimes.” Your blush spreads over your ears and down your chest. “When I’m alone.”
Xavier’s eyes scan you over, noticing your embarrassment. He puts the box down on the bed and pulls you into his lap. He kisses your cheek and looks down at the contents. He rifles through what you have, pausing after a moment and picking up the one that’s vibrating. Once it is out of the box, the sound almost fades completely, but the vibrating continues.
“What’s this one?” He asks, holding the small device up, and when you don’t answer right away, he squeezes your sides. “You’re cute when you’re shy. Tell me what it is, beautiful.”
He had never seen a toy like that before. Nice and compact but vibrating powerfully against his fingers. He turns it around, looking at the clip on the back.
“It clips onto my panties.” You explain sheepishly, reaching for your dresser drawer and grabbing a pair. Taking the device from him, you clip it into your panties and hold them up to show him. “And then I put them on, and it’s…hands-free. Discreet. But strong.”
“Do you use it often?” He tilts his head, a smile starting to spread across his face.
“Not as often as I’d like. But I’m always too afraid to get caught if I wore it out.” You sit on his knee, letting him grab them from you and inspect them further.
He turns them around in his hands, and his grin turns smug, his eyes narrowing for a moment. His lips move to your jaw, starting to kiss it gently. A wave of comfort overtakes you and you melt back against him as his lips travel your neck. You let out a hum of appreciation, and his teeth nibble on your earlobe before he whispers in your ear.
“Put them on.”
You whirl your head to the side to look at him. His eyes are twinkling with what you assume are all the dirty thoughts swirling through his brain. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish floundering for air as you try to comprehend his words.
“It is Outreach Day, Xavier. I am not wearing these!” You protest, and he pushes them into your hands.
“Come on, it will be fun. Trust me. I won’t let us get caught.” He promises, squeezing your hips. He kisses your neck again, and you close your eyes. His hand starts to slide down to your inner thigh, ghosting over your core. “Put them on.”
You let out a breath, leaning back in his hold, two of his fingers rubbing over the lips of your pussy tantalizingly, but not pressing further. Whimpering, you know you can’t fight him on this and win. So, you reluctantly pull away from his hold and drop your towel, pulling on the panties. You hold the material away from your crotch until he turns off the vibrating.
“I’m not going into that ceremony dripping, Xavier.” You try to sound stern, but your boyfriend is already lost in his imagination, thinking about you squirming in your seat on the bleachers.
You shake your head and huff, starting to pull on your clothes again, out of time for a shower at this point.
“We’re going to be late.” You tell him, and he stands, already distracted as he downloads the app onto his phone and pairs the device for easier access. “Come on!”
“I’m coming-“
Xavier didn’t mess with the device throughout the bus ride into Jericho, but his fingers were itching to the entire time. He wanted nothing more than to make you a quivering mess, to drench that toy and your panties along with it. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, you lean your body against his as you two ride mostly in silence; anticipation building with every minute that passes.
Having switched assignments with Ajax, both of you were headed to Pilgrim World, but not before the big ceremony welcoming the students into town. Xavier had found you a seat next to friends and had excused himself because he had to read a poem that he wrote for the event. Principal Weems had basically guilted Xavier into it the week prior, after learning that he refused to paint another mural in town. Why would he want to when his last one was ruined? It shook you to the core with anger just thinking about it. When Xavier steps up to the podium, you cheer for him, and he shoots you a cheeky smile. He places his phone on the wooden surface and then pulls a piece of paper from his pocket.
“Thank you, Principal Weems, Mr. Mayor, for letting me read my poem as a way to celebrate Outreach Day.” Xavier clears his throat and speaks confidently into the microphone, though his words are forced as he continues. “Before I begin, I would like to just say that I hope I speak for all the students of Nevermore when I state that we are very grateful that Jericho welcomes us with open arms.”
Ajax and you share a look, this little speech has Weems written all over it. There’s no way your boyfriend would go out of his way to say something like that without coercion. You don’t notice how his fingers move to his phone mid-sentence as he continues exchanging pleasantries to appease Weems. He hits the button, and your panties begin to vibrate just as he begins reading the poem. Pleasure courses through your body, starting at your clit, and you quickly turn away from Ajax, so he doesn’t see your face. You have to bite your lower lip roughly to make sure you don’t make any noise. Your hands hold on to the edge of the bleachers on either side of your body, knuckles white. Face flushing, you look to your left and right to make sure no one knows what’s going on, but everyone is focused on his speech. You’re very lucky that it is a chilly day out because you know your cheeks have become as red as the strawberry lip gloss you’re wearing. Even on the lowest setting, your heart rate peaks, and your clit throbs on top of the toy - but for the most part, it’s bearable. You try to focus on the words that your boyfriend is saying. Over time though, you can you’re your stomach starts to heat up from the pleasure. Xavier hits the button again mid-speech to turn the vibrations up, and your clamp your thighs together, trying to control yourself. By this point, your panties are completely soaked through, and you know you are minutes away from an orgasm. Your legs begin to shake, and you desperately try to press on your thighs to keep them still. When he turns it up a final time, you cry out. And luckily for you, he’d just finished his speech, the band starting to play, everyone else cheering and jumping to their feet. You stand shakily, trying to cover your face a little as you fall apart, feeling like the air was pulled from your lungs. The pleasure continues to pour through you, the vibrations turning it almost painful. Looking up, you see Xavier’s proud gaze on you, and you try to catch your breath. He finally stops the vibrating, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips.
“Are you okay?” Ajax murmurs to you, turning to see your cheeks red, a panting mess.
“Yeah. I think the cold is getting to me.” You manage, and he nods, definitely confused, but you’re not about to tell him you just had one of the best orgasms of your life while sitting next to him on the bleachers.
You look up to find Xavier again, but he’s gone. All the students clamor from the bleachers towards their assignments, and you’re ushered towards Pilgrim World. Annoyed and trying to ignore your inner thighs being sticky and wet, you walk with them. After you enter the main gate and stride into the town square, you look for Xavier again, but still, he’s nowhere to be seen. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you start to feel embarrassed about cumming in public. You’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you miss the entire welcoming speech. The group starts to move towards the meeting house when you feel a presence behind you.
You turn around and see Xavier standing on the stage, leaning against the wooden stocks, watching you.
“Hey, beautiful. Having fun?” He coos, tapping on the wood. “I think you’d look pretty good in these things.”
“You asshole.” You stomp over to him and grab his wrist. “That was so embarrassing!”
“No one even knew, baby. Only you and me.” Xavier wraps an arm around you again, pulling you into his side. “And you came, right? Are you nice and wet for me?”
“You got lucky.” You shake your head, his free hand gripping your waistband. His question flusters you, and you shake your head. “That’s for me to know.”
“And for me to find out.” He whispers in your ear, pulling you in a direction separate from where the rest of the volunteers went.
“Where are we going?” You hiss, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach, and the need that was rising within you.
“Shh, c’mere.” He pulls you into a building, ignoring the ‘off limits’ sign, and shuts the door behind you.
Immediately his hands are all over you, sliding down your back to cup your ass in his hands, and squeezing roughly.
“It was so fucking sexy seeing you cumming like that for me next to all those people. And no one knew but me.” He growls, starting to nip at your neck. Your hand comes up to grip the back of his head, and you let out a needy moan, your eyelids fluttering shut. “Took everything in me not to bend you over right there. Was so fuckin’ hard for you, sweetheart.”
Xavier pulls away from your neck and his eyes fall on something further back in the shed. He tugs you behind boxes and you gasp. There was another set of stocks back here, wooden, and heavy against the floor. He grins evilly and opens it up.
“Perfect. Bend over, baby.” He orders. You’re hesitant, but Xavier nudges you forward. Your hands move through the openings, and then you put your head in. He closes it but doesn’t latch it. “I’m gonna see just how wet you are for me.”
“Xavier...” You whine, and he rubs his hand over your lower back to your ass, squeezing your cheek again roughly. “Please.”
“Gotta make this quick. But I need a taste first.” He murmurs, pulling down your pants and panties in one swoop, and you kick them to the side. Xavier unclips the toy from your panties and reaches for his phone, turning on the vibration again. He falls to his knees behind you like he’s about to worship you, and he brings the vibe down to your clit. You try to clamp your thighs together, the vibration too much against your sensitive nub. But ever so determined, he forces your thighs back open and dives in. His wet, hot tongue licks into your entrance, groaning when he tastes the cum that had seeped out of you from the ceremony. His cock is throbbing against his thigh, not liking being ignored. He shakes his head, almost feral as he sucks your lips into his mouth. The small vibrator on your clit has your legs shaking already, cries being pulled from your throat as you try not to fight against the stock holding you.
“Oh fuck, Xavier…” You moan loudly, and his hand comes down on your ass in response.
He pulls his mouth away from you, a string of your juices mixed with his saliva connecting him to you.
“Be quiet. We’re going to get caught.” He chastises you, kissing your round cheek gently before standing back up.
He pulls himself from his pants, stroking himself a few times for good measure. He shifts the vibrator on your clit a little, pressing it down firmer, as he pushes into you from behind in one firm stroke. Your mouth falls open with a softer whimper this time, trying your hardest to be quiet with the assault of the toy on your oversensitive clit.
“You’re so tight, shit! And so fucking wet…” He rasps, gripping your hip tightly, pulling out before rocking forward again.
He’s feeling needy himself as he thrusts shallowly into you, his cock so deep and your walls squeezing him tightly. With every thrust, he grinds against you, drawing more whines from behind your clenched teeth. Then he pulls back fully before snapping his hips roughly into you. You bite your lower lip to stay quiet for him, as he sets a brutal pace. His free hand moves from your hip to grip the top of the wooden stocks, using it as leverage to slam into you from behind. Cursing under his breath, your hips meet repeatedly – and you knew you’d be sore tomorrow. After a few minutes at this pace, his hips slow a little and he pulls the top of the stock off, letting you free, and he moves your hand down to hold the toy to your clit. With both his hands free, he grips your shoulders and resumes his pace, this time with rough, shallow thrusts. You feel so full you can almost feel him in your stomach. It’s the best feeling in the world, and your head is spinning.
You’re both hurtling towards a powerful orgasm and struggling to keep quiet when suddenly, you hear a voice outside the door. Xavier curses, pulling you back behind some boxes and crouching down so you are in his lap. This pushes his cock even deeper inside of you, and he covers your mouth with his hand as the door to the building is pushed open.
“I’m sure we have something in here that will work.” The worker says, opening a box near the entrance. “I know I saw it somewhere.”
Xavier’s eyes don’t leave you though, his cock throbbing painfully inside of you. He reaches for his phone and turns the vibrator up to its highest setting and places his hand over yours to hold the toy in place. Your body almost freezes, the pain of overstimulation running through your clit and up your spine. He holds on to you tightly, trying to keep you from bucking against him and making more noise. His hips grind up into you at a slow pace, but it’s too late. You already know you’re done for, legs shaking, as you inch closer and closer to your climax. He knows he’s too far gone too, the vibrations shaking your pussy traveling up his cock in sharp jolts.
The worker continues rifling through things, finally finding what she’s looking for.
“Aha! I knew we had them!” She pulls out a paper mache turkey wearing a pilgrim’s hat.
Then she picks up the box and heads for the door. That’s when you can’t take anymore, your orgasm like a tidal wave washing over you. Tears prick at your eyes and your involuntary groan gets muffled by Xavier’s hand. Everything in the room stills for a moment, as the woman turns back around, thinking she heard something. She scans the room one more time, before deciding it was probably someone outside. Then she heads out and shuts the door, locking it behind her.
Once she is gone, Xavier pulls out of you, his cock drenched with juices, and pushes you to your knees, tossing the toy onto a box to the side. You sit back on your feet and look up at him, absolutely spent, while he fists his cock rapidly.
“Fuck, gonna fucking cum all over your pretty little lips.” His voice is strained, so close from just the fear of being caught. “Almost got us caught, baby. Fuck. Holy shit-“
His dick starts to spurt rope after rope of sticky cum, painting your lips and chin. You take his tip into your mouth, and he hisses, as sensitive as you are now, and you suckle softly. After a few moments, you pull back, wiping your chin with your fingers and licking them clean while he tucks himself away.
“That’s my girl.” He smiles down at you, pulling you to your feet and lifting you into the air, kissing you deeply.
He puts you down after a minute, your legs shaking still from the intensity of your orgasm. Then Xavier leans down, picks up the discarded toy, and holds it up.
“Now, we definitely are using this again.” He turns off the vibrations and stuffs it into his pocket, along with your drenched panties
“Hey, I was gonna wear those.” You pout, and he just shrugs.
“They’re fucking wrecked, sweetheart. Just like you. They’re mine now.” His hand rubs your ass gently, before handing you your discarded pants. “Besides, we have more pressing matters on hand right now.”
“Like what?” You ask, confused.
“Like how the hell we’re going to get out of here.”
Rewind, Fast Forward // Xavier Thorpe
About: After breaking up, you use teleportation to escape your problems; not realizing the chaos you're leaving at home.
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: Major abandonment issue warning. It's not too bad but can trigger abandonment issues.
You and Xavier had been fighting for what felt like hours since you teleported to his shed, about what, you didn’t even remember at this point. Faces were flushed, fists balled up, and words thrown around that the both of you didn’t mean. You could tell something had to give at this point, and so could your boyfriend.
“So, what are you saying, Xavier?” You ask, throwing your hands up into the air in frustration and turning your back on him. “Because I’m not following.”
Xavier sits back on his stool in the crisp air of his shed, which was supposed to be his place of solace, but only felt like a prison now. He gathers his thoughts, or tries to, with them swirling angrily within his head. He grasps at one and lets out an exasperated breath.
“I’m saying that I think we should take some time away from each other.” He finally manages, starting to rub the back of his neck nervously.
As soon as the words leave his lips, his heart flips in his chest, not wanting you to misunderstand. Wanting to work this out between the two of you, but not knowing how to. Needing that space that he desperately had been missing lately.
“W-what?” You turn around, the pit of despair in your stomach quickly starting to grow. Your lower lip starts to tremble as you start to imagine your life without him in it. “You want to break up?”
Xavier wipes his palms on his sweatpants and his mouth opens, but no words come out at first. He starts to shake his head, feeling discouraged.
“You just…you are always here. You teleport in, and I don’t have any time to myself anymore.” He tries to explain meekly.
Your cheeks flame, embarrassment flooding through you like a live wire. He didn’t want you around. He thought you were overbearing. You were smothering him. Thoughts like this started to overwhelm your brain and tears started to prick at your waterline. Your eyes fall to the floor, and you kick at a leaf that had found its way inside. You and your powers were always too much for everyone, so it seemed. You just never thought it would be this way with Xavier. You square your jaw and try to push the emotions down before you really start to panic. What was left was just numbness.
“Don’t worry. You can have all the time you need.” You state, grabbing your jacket and starting to tear it on as quickly as you possibly can. The overwhelming need to get out of there transparent on your face. “Take all the time in the world.”
“Wait-“ Xavier stands, starting to move towards you. “I didn’t-“
“Goodbye, Xavier.”
With a quick snap of your fingers, you’re gone, leaving him standing alone in the cold shed, miserable and beating himself up over how poorly that talk went. He kicks over his stool, grabbing the canvas he’d been working on and tearing it in half. He throws the pieces on the floor and continues his path of devastation until he’s a panting mess. Then he grabs his coat, determined to find you, and really explain what he meant, hoping you’ll stick around to hear him out.
You end up sitting on the edge of the Eiffel Tower in Paris, gripping the steel tightly, looking over the lights of the city. Tears start to roll heavily down your cheeks almost uncontrollably, and memories start to flood back through your mind.
This is the first place you’d ever teleported to with Xavier. You remember that evening, remember how romantic it was, sitting up near the top of the tower and just spending time together; enjoying each other’s company. You also spent time at a nearby café, having a romantic dinner. It had taken all your energy to get the two of you back home to Nevermore.
You cry until you can’t anymore, until your tears have dried up, and then you just spend hours looking at the lights, trying to clear your head. You find that it’s easier said than done, though. And soon your head starts to throb. The morning light is starting to come up over the city skyline, and you wipe the crust from your eyes before snapping yourself back to Nevermore.
When you get back, you notice that every single light inside the buildings are out. There’s a big lock on the gate heading toward the dorms. Confusion flitters across your face, and you immediately snap to Xavier’s shed. It’s completely cleaned out. Starting to panic, you go to the only place you can think of. Home.
You show up in your living room, where your mother is sitting in her chair, knitting. She looks up, her eyes deep and solemn, and when she truly sees you, she drops her knitting and screams at the top of her lungs.
You jump, heart starting to pound, and you turn around, sure she’s seeing something terrible behind you.
“Honey, what is it?” Your father rushes in, stopping when he sees you.
“Mom? Dad?” You murmur softly, confused at their behavior.
Your father rushes over to your first, crushing you in a bear hug. Your mother is next, holding onto you and sobbing her eyes out. You stand between them, confusion changing to pure bewilderment. Your little sister comes down the stairs at the commotion, and she drops her phone, her face going pale.
“What the hell is going on?” You ask, pulling back from your family. “Why are you all acting so weird?”
Your sister’s face crumples, and she rushes over to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and hugging you tightly. You rub her back and look at your parents, who are stunned.
“It is really you?” Your mother breathes heavily, reaching out to touch your arm again.
“What do you mean is it really me? Mom, I just called you last week from Nevermore. What is going on?”
“Sweetheart,” Your father starts to speak, his voice shaking with emotion. “You’ve been missing for three months. We called the police. No one could find you anywhere. It was like you disappeared. The Sheriff told us you were probably dead!”
“Where have you been?” Your mother demands, her face turning red. “You had us all so worried! How could you be gone that long?”
“Mom, I have no idea what you are all talking about. I just left Nevermore a couple of hours ago. Xavier and I broke up. I went to Paris, I needed to get away. But I was only gone for a few hours. Three at the most.” You try to explain, and your father scurries away to call your brothers to tell them the news. “I promise that I would never do that to you all. I love you all.”
“Your powers…your grandmother…” Your mother starts to blubber now, dabbing at her eyes with her sleeve. “Your grandmother could manipulate time.”
“She what?” Your eyes widen, and your little sister finally stops clinging to your waist.
You smooth back her hair and kiss her forehead. Your father yells into the phone from the kitchen, leaving messages for your brothers.
“Your grandmother can slow down time. And fast forward it. Like a VHS tape or a DVD. Maybe…maybe you can too.”
“I always thought I was the only one in this family who had powers.” You interject, and your mother shakes her head.
“She doesn’t like to talk about it. Otherwise, we would have told you, sweetie. But I’m thinking that your emotions being so high might have made your powers expand.” She tries to put words to her thoughts. “And you fast-forwarded by accident.”
Your heart stops for a minute as you remember the true reason why you had been so upset.
“Xavier!” You cry out, pulling your phone from your pocket.
You look down at the screen, seeing thousands of missed calls and texts all starting to roll in at once. It takes almost ten minutes before you can click on his contact and the phone starts to ring. It rings a couple of times before the line picks up.
“If this is someone’s sick idea of a joke, fuck off.” Xavier’s voice is rough, and you let out a sob.
“Xavier? Xavier? It’s me.” You whimper on the other side of the phone. You hear a loud thud, and you start to cry, “Hello? Xav? Can you hear me? Are you still there?”
Three months earlier, Xavier had searched for you everywhere. He had gone to your usual spots – the greenhouse, the library, your room. He couldn’t find you. He knew that he had screwed up terribly; he knew that as soon as the words left his mouth half an hour earlier. All he wanted was to assure you that he didn’t want to break up. That he loved you with his entire being. That sometimes, he just needed space, and that there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s healthy even. It’s a boundary he should have mentioned earlier, but your powers didn’t help with establishing them. But your powers weren’t your fault, this was on him; and he knew it.
He gave up on the search an hour later, knowing deep down that you would teleport back from wherever you were when you were ready, and he’d be waiting. He climbed back into your room through the window and planted himself on your bed, laying back to wait. He didn’t worry until his eyes opened in the early morning light, and you were still nowhere to be seen.
Xavier called the Nightshades immediately, as well as Principal Weems, starting to panic. The search of the school began, while Xavier called your parents. The Sheriff got involved after 24 hours, and there was a massive manhunt, with dogs and everything. It revealed nothing. No leads, no scent. It was as if you had vanished into thin air.
A week later, Xavier called his father, begging for him to conjure a vision of you. He begged and begged his father until tears rolled down his cheeks and the roots of his hair were red and irritated from him yanking on them.
“There’s got to be some way!” He yelled into the phone, his voice hoarse and broken. “You’re the best psychic in the entire world, Dad. Please!”
“You know that’s not the way it works! I can’t, Xavier.” His father tried to keep his voice even, startled by how unhinged his son was at the current moment.
“Please just try. We have to try. She’d try for me…” He trailed off, starting to weep openly. “I’m begging you, Dad. It’s my fault. She left because of me, and now something’s happened and I don’t know if I’ll ever see her again.”
“I’m sorry, Xavier.” His father whispered. “I’m so sorry. It’s not your fault, son.”
Xavier wiped desperately at his eyes, which were swollen red, and he then wiped at his nose with his sleeve.
“It is. And I wish I could take it back. Every word I said.” His breathing became ragged, and he started to see black spots as he tried to catch his breath. “I-I’ll never forgive myself.”
His father couldn’t make out the rest of the conversation, Xavier putting his head between his knees, trying to regulate his breath. A minute later, the phone went dead.
Ajax had never seen anything like the transformation that overtook Xavier after that. He stopped showering, his hair greasy and matted to his head. He stopped eating regularly, causing his cheekbones and ribs to become more prominent. He spent most of his time in his shed, painting furiously, willing a vision of you to come to him. The one thing he forced himself to do was sleep because the only place he saw you was in his dreams.
Nevermore closed for the holidays two months later. By that time, the Sheriff had told your parents you most likely weren’t coming home. Xavier’s father had sent his assistant to pack up all of his son’s belongings, promising him that he didn’t need to go back to that school.
Almost three months to the day you disappeared, Xavier was sitting on the edge of his bed, willing himself to get up to take a shower, when his phone rang. Your ringtone sounded throughout his room, causing an animalistic cry to leave his throat. Grief so strong it throbbed within his chest rose, followed by pure fury. He answered the phone call, gripping the phone so hard his knuckles turned white.
“If this is someone’s sick idea of a joke, fuck off.” He spat into the speaker, about to hang up.
“Xavier? Xavier? It’s me!”
Xavier stood up quickly, shock coursing through his veins. His hands started to shake, and the phone fell out of his grasp, dropping to the floor.
“Hello? Xav? Can you hear me? Are you still there?”
Your voice was tinny and distant from the floor, and his breathing starts picking up again as he bends over and fumbles with his phone.
Meanwhile, you’re starting to panic at his lack of response.
“Mom, Dad. I swear I’ll be right back. I need to get to Xavier.” You say quickly. “I’ll bring him back with me.”
“But what if more time passes? What if this time you’re gone even longer?” Your mom asks, her lower lip trembling and eyes glassy with more tears.
“I'm sorry, Mom. Dad. It’s a risk I have to take. I have to go. I love you.” You kiss her and your father on the cheek and squeeze your little sister’s shoulder.
Then you snap your fingers and think of Xavier. You end up in his room, standing in front of him. You’re startled by how different he looks, but your heart swells when you see him.
Xavier recoils, falling back onto his bed in complete and utter shock. Seeing you standing in his room, actually here – not just a dream, causes Xavier to start to openly bawl. He almost flies into your arms, holding you so tightly you’re sure you’ll have bruises tomorrow, but you don’t care. You smooth back his hair, your own salty tears rolling down your cheeks. You don’t know how long you stand there holding your shaking boyfriend before he finally speaks.
“Is…what…I’m so sorry.” He whimpers, and you rub his back, kissing his temple. “It’s all my fault. Are you okay? Have you seen your parents?”
“What’s your fault, Xav?” You ask, perplexed.
“You left. I hurt you. I’m so sorry.”
Your heart breaks for him, and you cup his cheeks with your hands, wiping at his tears.
“It’s not your fault. I promise. It was all me. I didn’t even realize. My powers expanded. I can manipulate time now, like my grandmother could. I was so upset, I must’ve accidentally fast-forwarded a few months. What was three months for you felt like three hours for me, baby. I went back to Nevermore and it was closed. I went to your shed. Everything was gone. I panicked and went home, and my poor parents.” You press your forehead against his, trying to will him to understand. “My poor parents, they were in shock. They thought I was dead. And then I thought of you.”
“I thought you were dead, too. That’s what Sheriff Galpin said.” Xavier’s eyes are a startling green from the tears. “Thought something happened to you, it was all my fault. I tried to find you.”
“I’m so sorry, baby.” You try to console him, smoothing his hair back again, away from his face.
Xavier leans in and presses his mouth to yours in a watery, but needy kiss. He pulls you into his arms, his hands spreading across your back, almost to reassure himself that you’re really here in the flesh.
“I didn’t mean it.” He mumbles against your lips, and you pull away to look at him quizzically. “I didn’t want to break up with you. I just needed space.”
“I should’ve just given you the space you needed. I shouldn’t have run.”
“I don’t want any more space, sweetheart. Please,” His voice is strained, and you stroke his cheek gently. “Please, don’t leave me ever again.”
“Well, you better tell your dad you are coming with me. Because I have a date with my family, especially my grandmother. And then I need to call the Sheriff. And Principal Weems. And-”
Xavier cuts you off again with his lips, and he grips your chin to keep you in place. After a moment he pulls away.
“I’m not going anywhere.” You whisper, your hand moving to squeeze his knee.
His eyes glass over, and he nods, a small smile playing on his lips. The first smile he’s expressed in three months.
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
Just Add Water // Xavier Thorpe
About: You're a siren, and Xavier sees your scales for the first time.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: Nakedness, but that's all. Just pure fluff!
It had been a long, long day at Nevermore. It started in the morning, when you accidentally fed your plant the wrong type of food in Botany, causing it to shrivel up and die. Also earning you a failing grade. Then your head was cloudy in Séance class, and you were unable to reach any spirits. You had spilled paint all over your painting during Art class, and to make matters worse, you had tripped over the leg of the picnic table you were sitting at in the Quad and had gone down hard. You were starting to wonder whether you had walked under a ladder or broken a couple of mirrors.
Luckily, you had Xavier to pick you up in the Quad, your boyfriend dusting off your shoulders and pulling you into his arms to ensure you were okay. It had taken almost a year to convince Xavier to date another Siren after Bianca. He had resisted, his two stubborn feet planted firmly in the dirt, downright refusing any advances. He finally gave in once he learned that you didn’t naturally have a Siren Song. It made you feel like an outcast from the rest of the Sirens - like you were missing a key part of your powers. It took a long time to be able to trust each other enough to tell him that piece of information that made you feel so insecure. However, being different didn’t matter so much to you anymore, because you had other friends. You had Xavier. I mean, you two still struggled with his trust issues to this day, but you always try to keep the most open, honest relationship with each other.
After your long day, Xavier offered for you to take a bath in his room, considering he had a large tub instead of a shower. Your eyes softened at his invitation, and you nodded, giving in to the woe of the day. So, at the end of your final class you shared, he passed you the key to his room and told you he’d tell the fencing coach you weren’t feeling well.
“Thank you.” You say softly, leaning into his hand caressing your cheek. “With the day I’m having, I don’t want to chance getting myself or anyone else hurt in fencing.”
“I love you, sweetheart. Go take care of yourself.” Xavier leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead before you part ways.
You make your way into his dorm, looking both ways in the hallways and making sure no one is around before stopping in front of his door and pulling out the key. You turn it in the lock, listening to the clink of the gears, and swing the door open with a creak. Walking into the dimly lit room, you shut the door behind you and take off your shoes so you don’t track in any dirt. Your fingers search for the light, switching it on and peering around the room. It was so different without him there beside you; it felt empty. You put your bag down by your shoes and walk further inside. You run your fingers over the sketches he had taped to the wall, and smile when you see a drawing of the two of you laid out on his desk.
You move into the bathroom now, seeing his claw-foot tub against the wall. After turning the knob, the water gushes out, and you adjust the temperature and start to fill the basin. Walking by the mirror, you stop and take out your earrings and remove your necklace before shrugging off your blazer. You carry it over to Xavier’s desk, draping it over the back of the chair, and then start to fully undress. After folding all your clothes and leaving them neatly on the chair, you head back to the bathroom. Climbing into the water, you gasp at how nice it feels on your muscles. Your hands roam over your smooth skin, and everywhere your hands travel, scales pop up. You close your eyes, and when you open them again, your beautiful blue-green, shimmering tail was drooping off the side of the tub. A blissful smile forms on your lips, and you truly relax for the first time in a long time.
Xavier comes back to his room about half an hour later, hearing the fan on in the bathroom, and he smiles as he hears your soft humming along with steam coming from underneath the doorway. He reaches for the knob and opens the door.
“Hey sweetheart, I need to get my-holy shit!” He exclaims, seeing your tail in all its glory. He stares in wonder for a moment before covering his eyes and backtracking, bumping into the door as he tries to exit. “I’m so sorry, baby. I should’ve knocked first!”
You just giggle at his reaction and sit up in the tub so your tail is more submerged in the water.
“Xav, babe. It’s okay. You can uncover your eyes and come in.” You tell him, and he tentatively does so. He’s peering around the side of his door, his eyes immediately drawn back to the tub. Not to your naked body, but the tail that’s now glistening from underneath the water. “It’s not like you haven’t seen a Siren’s tail before.”
“Yeah, but I’ve never seen yours.” He murmurs, walking further into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
“Well, now you have. What do you think?” You ask nervously, not wanting to freak him out in any way.
“I didn’t think you could get more beautiful.” He says honestly, and a blush creeps onto your cheeks.
“Do you want to join me?” You ask, and your boyfriend’s eyes widen again.
“Really?”
You nod, and within an eye blink, your tail is gone, and what’s left are just your legs. Xavier lets out a soft sigh of disappointment, but he wouldn’t give up joining you in the tub for anything, so he starts to strip out of his clothes.
You push forward in the tub so he can slide in behind you, your back to his chest, and giggle as he tries to fit his stupidly long legs in the basin. When you’re both comfortable, you rest your head back on his shoulder and sigh happily.
“I meant it when I said your tail is beautiful. It looks like sea glass.” He skims his hand down your thigh and kisses your temple.
“Close your eyes.” You request softly, peeking up to make sure he does. When he follows your instructions, closing his eyes, your legs shimmer, and your tail reforms, pressing up against the other side of the tub. You shift so it’s more comfortable, and it leans over the side, your fins flapping a little. “Open.”
When he opens his eyes, he lets out a breath of wonder, it skimming over your shoulder and over your chest. His hand stretches out and rubs over your scales.
“Wow.” He whispers, still stroking it. “Is this okay?”
“Uh-huh.” You confirm, leaning your head back again.
“You’re the most beautiful thing in the world, sweetheart. I really, truly mean it.” He gushes, kissing your shoulder.
“I guess I should’ve shown you this side of me a long time ago, huh?” You muse, a grin on your face.
“I love both sides of you. But I may love this side a little bit more.” He teases, tickling your ribs gently.
You snap your tail back, splashing him with water, and you giggle as he flounders, spitting water out and wiping it from his eyes.
“Not fair! Home field advantage!” He complains, trying to splash you back.
“Aw, my poor baby can’t take a little water?” You pretend to pout, and he pokes your sides again. “Be careful, my tail has a mind of it’s own. Tickle me again and find out.”
Xavier holds up his hands, laughing from deep within his belly. He wraps his arms around you snugly as the water starts to drop in temperature slowly.
“I’m going to draw you like this. With your tail. As soon as we’re done here.” He whispers in your ear.
“That’ll look cool when you make it come to life.” You admit and bring his palm up to kiss it sweetly.
“It’ll be stunning, just like you.”
You could lay like this all night, and it took Xavier finally complaining about his pruning toes to get you to leave the water.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He says once your two feet are back on the tiled floor. “You can use my tub anytime you want.”
“That’s a win-win for you, huh?” You grin, throwing a towel at him.
He catches it, his own grin toothy and wide as he chuckles.
“Hey, I get to see you half-naked? That’s always a win.”
Bang Bang // Xavier Thorpe
About: You hate Xavier. Xavier hates you. One chance encounter changes the dynamic of your relationship forever.
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: P in V with condom, dirty talk, cunnilingus, fingering, masturbation (f).
It was the day after the Poe Cup, and Xavier had secured the Jesters the win, much to the Black Cats’ dismay. You couldn’t stand that Xavier had won, especially in the way that he had. You both had your flags and were running side by side away from Crackstone’s Crypt when one of his long legs managed to come in front of yours. You tripped and fell hard onto the dirt of the woods. Xavier didn’t even stop to check on you, giving you one last glance before heading to his boat. You spit blood as you stand up, hands, elbows, and knees skinned, pissed.
Xavier Thorpe had to be the most annoying man you’d ever met in your life. No matter what it was, the Poe Cup, the classes you share, archery and fencing – he’s always one step ahead of you. It doesn’t help that he acted so smug about it. But even through your pure hatred of him, you couldn’t help but realize just how handsome he was.
You couldn’t even get away from him in your own fantasies. It was always him frustrating you in real life, and then later fucking that frustration right out of you. Those fantasies came to you every night, causing an overwhelming need to take care of the problem. So, you do, every single night without fail. You lay back on your pillows and press teasing touches to yourself, pressing further until you fall apart to the thought of Xavier’s cock stretching you wide.
Tonight was no different. You’re already two fingers deep in your pussy, thrusting them quickly, while your other hand rubs at your clit sloppily. Moans drop from your sweet lips, and filter under the door to the hallway.
Meanwhile, Xavier is headed to your room, replaying the apology his friends have convinced him to give you, though he feels no fault.
“You have to go apologize. You left her bleeding on the ground.” Ajax had complained, and Xavier had just rolled his eyes.
“It’s not like I tripped her on purpose. And we won.” Xavier pointed out, but his group of friends just stared at him like they didn’t recognize him. He huffed and shook his head. “Fine. I’ll apologize. But don’t say I’ve never done anything for you guys.”
So here he is, sneaking up to your floor and walking down the hallway. That’s when he hears it. Small, whimpery moans fill the empty space of the hallway, and what he hears is unmistakable.
“Fuck, Xavier. Just like that.” You moaned loudly, biting on your lower lip.
He freezes in front of the door, a flush coming to his cheeks. There was no way that was you – but it’s your room? And it definitely didn’t sound like Yoko. After a few moments, he reaches up and knocks on the door.
All sounds stop from within the room, then there’s some shuffling and cursing. Xavier hides a small, smug grin, and the door opens after a bit.
“Xavier?” You ask, eyes wide and unbelieving. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Xavier takes in your flushed skin, red chest, and disheveled hair, wrapped up in your robe. It’s harder for him to hide the smirk this time, and you narrow your eyes. Your heart pounds, wondering if he had heard you. You weren’t exactly quiet, and you knew that.
“Were you touching yourself to the thought of me?” He asks, his voice smooth as he leans against the doorframe.
“What? No-“ You look both ways in the hall to make sure no one is around and then tug him inside so no one hears. “What the fuck are you talking about? Why the hell are you even here?”
“Well, I came to apologize that you tripped during the Poe Cup, but this is way more interesting.”
“You mean you actually came to apologize for tripping me?” You ask incredulously, shock written over your features.
“I didn’t trip you. You tripped over your own two feet. But sure. I’m sorry.” He shrugs, and your anger starts to rise.
“You’re a dick, Xavier.” You grumble, wrapping your arms around yourself, showcasing your scuffed elbows.
“No, but I have a dick, one that you apparently have been fantasizing about.” He grins smugly, running a hand through his long locks. “Smells like sex in here. Can’t hide that.”
“What I do in my own time is none of your business.” You argue, and he begins to laugh.
“It is when you’re moaning my name so loud the entire floor can hear you.”
He moves towards you, and you hold your ground, staring up into his eyes.
“Don’t laugh at me.” Your nostrils flare and his cocky smile gets wider.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m flattered that you see me like that. So what are you going to do about it?” He challenges, raising an eyebrow and waiting for your response. You’re silent, slowly starting to back up, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Xavier scoffs and shakes his head. “That’s what I thought. You’re a coward.”
He turns towards the door. At his words, a flare of fury sparks within you. You reach out and grab his wrist, spinning him around, and tug him down into a breathtaking kiss. The kiss is all teeth and tongue, and pulls groans from both of your throats. Xavier’s hands move to grip your hips immediately pulling you flush against him, and yours wrap around his neck. You pull on the ends of his hair, tugging and whimpering against his mouth.
His cock throbs within his pants, and he presses his bulge against your thigh. Your robe rides up, so you can feel how hard he is. Your hands travel down to rub him through those pants, and he hisses out a curse. He slides his hands to the knot of your robe and undoes it, pushing it off your shoulders, leaving you bare. He pushes you back towards your bed, until your knees hit the edge and you fall back, staring up at him. Xavier pulls his dress shirt up over his head and tosses it to the floor, before pushing down his pants and boxers. When you see him in his full glory, your eyes widen. He was much bigger than you had expected.
Xavier pushes your legs apart and kneels down on the ground until he’s at eye level with your core. He grips your thighs and leans forward, licking a stripe from your ass all the way to your clit. A strangled groan leaves your lips, and his tongue slowly starts to flick at your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hands move to grip his long hair at the base, and you whimper above him.
“Such a little slut.” He murmurs, pulling away to spit on your clit before diving back in.
He slowly pushes two fingers inside of your entrance, pushing until they’re buried to the hilt. Panting against your core, he starts to thrust the fingers at a hurried pace, driving you wild. At this point, his cock is leaking onto the wooden floorboards, his tip a deep red.
“Xavier, don’t you dare fucking stop.” You cry out, and his free hand comes down hard on the side of her thigh in response, causing you to yelp. “Fucking asshole.”
His tongue is like magic, swirling around your clit, teasing you. But when he starts to suck on it and tug with his teeth, you know you’re a goner. You tug hard on his hair as you beg for him to make you cum through gritted teeth. Xavier groans against your wetness, his cheeks and chin dripping with your juices. He slurps at you, and curls his fingers up into that spongey spot that makes you see stars.
“So close.” You whimper, and immediately he pulls back, his fingers retreating, and he smirks up at you.
Your fleeting orgasm is ruined, and all you had to remember it was Xavier’s drenched face, with that same smug smile.
“Fuck you, Xavier.” You spit at him, and he laughs.
“Oh, I will.” He reaches for his pants, takes out his wallet, and pulls out a condom.
He rips the foil with his teeth, his cock throbbing at this point. Quickly rolling it on, he grabs you and pulls you up further onto the bed Xavier climbs over you, guiding his covered length into your pussy. He thrusts in with one broad stroke, stretching your walls and making you moan. You grip his biceps, and his eyes flutter shut, his mouth falling open. He pulls his hips back and snaps them into you, starting a brutal pace. The bed creaks beneath you, and the frame hits the wall with every thrust from the man’s hips. After a few minutes, he grabs your hands and pins them over your head with one of his. You pull against his hold, and he uses his other hand to grip your jaw tightly.
“I fucking hate you.” You groan, and he laughs, panting above you. “You fucking douchebag.”
“I fucking hate you too.” He responds, hips smacking into yours harder. He grunts and bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. “Fuckin’ slut. Look how good you swallow my cock. So fucking desperate for me.”
Still pulling against his hold, his hand moves to your neck, squeezing carefully. He leans down and kisses you fully, his tongue pressing into your mouth and teasing yours.
His thrusts start to become sloppier after a while, and your legs begin to shake.
“You gonna cum?” He asks and you just whimper, nodding. “Cum for me.”
So you do. You cum hard, harder than you’ve ever cum before. Your walls tighten around him involuntarily, milking his cock for all he’s worth.
“Oh, motherfucker..” He almost whines, thrusts slowing, until he slams as hard as he can into you, filling the condom.
He leans down and kisses you through both of your orgasms, still holding your hands above your head, his free hand moving to grope at your chest. Once the aftershocks had weaned for both of you, he pulls out without a word and stands up, pulling off the condom, tying it off, and dropping it in the trashcan next to your bed. Then he starts to shrug on his clothes again. You slide off the edge to stand, your legs shaking a little still, reaching for your robe. A self-satisfied sneer is painted on his delicate face, and you swallow, what had happened finally registering with you.
“That was a bit too intimate for my liking.” You say, pulling on your robe quickly.
“Yeah, same. Let’s never do that again.” Xavier agrees, moving for the door and looking both ways before disappearing around the corner.
Home for the Holidays // Xavier Thorpe
About: Xavier takes you home for the holidays, but things don’t go as planned.
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: None.
Author’s Note: Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays to all. I hope you enjoy. 🫶
You and Xavier had been together a little under a year, and you were finally going to get some time alone off-campus — and not in Jericho.
You’d never been more excited, and Xavier could feel the bubbly energy radiating off of you. You almost glowed in that moment.
“Someone’s excited!” He teases, squeezing your hand tightly between his in the back of the car.
“Of course I am! You know I love the holidays!” You exclaim, a giddy grin dazzling your face from ear to ear.
Your enthusiasm was contagious, but Xavier felt a little nervous, if he wasn’t lying to himself.
“Now, sweetheart, the holidays are probably a little different at my house than at yours. It’s just me and my dad.” He reminds you, letting go of your hand and reaching back to put his hair up. You nod, watching his movements before looking out the window at the passing houses, each getting bigger than the next. “It’s low-key. We sometimes even send the cook home.”
“I won’t lie and say that it’s not different, but I’m really happy I’m going to finally get to meet your dad. I’m actually...really nervous. I kinda feel like my heart might fall out my butt.” You admit, rubbing the back of your neck self-consciously.
He wraps his warm arm around you and pulls you against his chest.
“He’s going to love you just as much as I do.” His words are gentle and soft as they leave his lips, and he leans forward to kiss yours sweetly.
"Pro-"
"I promise." He responds quickly, kissing your nose.
Iron gates open to reveal the biggest mansion you'd ever seen. Your home vastly paled in comparison. You can't help but swallow nervously, your palms beginning to sweat as you start to really comprehend that you're actually meeting Xavier's father in a matter of minutes. The mansion is made of white brick, with black windows, and just from the outside you can see that even though they both are rarely there, they keep the house nice and neat. The hedges are trimmed precisely, and you can see what you would call the world's largest chandelier hanging in the window of the main foyer.
"I-I...wow, it's beautiful, Xav." You manage to stutter out, and he nudges you gently with his knee.
"I don't want you to feel overwhelmed, so if you want to take some time, we can sit here and wait." He suggests, the car having pulled to a stop in the circular drive.
You nod and take a deep breath, sitting close to your boyfriend, his large hand moving to rub your thigh gently. After two or three minutes, you reach for the handle.
"I'm ready."
Xavier follows you out of the car, ducking so he doesn't hit his head as he steps onto the driveway. He takes your hand in his, and guides you up the front steps, taking out an antique key from his bag and turning it in the knob. Pushing the door open, he gestures for you to walk in first.
Once you walk in, he drops his bag by the front door, and takes yours off your shoulder and puts it beside his.
"Dad! We're here!" He calls, his voice echoing off the tall ceilings. You expect to hear footsteps clicking on the marble floors, but there is nothing but silence. "Dad?"
Xavier's brow furrows, and he pushes past you carefully, walking further into the house. You follow him as he pokes his head into the library. Your eyes widen as you take in the amount of books, but you don't have much time to admire it before he's pushing past you again to head to the next room. He checks his father's study, the living room, before bounding up the stairs two at a time to check the bedrooms. You wrap your arms around yourself and decide to wait at the bottom for him to return.
While waiting, you hear some commotion coming from a door to the left. You listen carefully, hearing shuffling footsteps and cabinets being opened and closed.
"Xavier?" You call up the stairs, but you don't get a response.
Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you walk into the room, seeing that it is the kitchen. You see the back of a woman rifling through the fridge. Backtracking, you're about to step out of the room again to find Xavier when she turns around. Her eyes widen and she shuts the fridge with her hip, placing a large tin-foil covered dish on the counter.
"Oh! Hi!" She greets, the skin next to her eyes crinkling with her friendly smile.
"Hi." You manage to get out, confusion written all over your features.
"Oh...OH! You must be Xavier's girlfriend, right?" The woman asks, wiping her hands on her apron and then moving around the island. You nod, and she beams at you. "I'm Clara. I've worked for Xavier's father since before Xavier was born. It's so nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too." You say politely, shaking her hand. "Is...is his dad here?"
A frown starts to form on the woman's face, but a voice pipes up from behind you before she can answer your question.
"He's not coming."
Xavier's voice is soft, and you turn in surprise, to see him standing in the doorway, his features turned down in sadness. If he had a tail, it would be tucked between his legs at this point.
"What?"
"He left me a message. Something came up." He mumbles, and Clara sighs, shaking her head.
"I am so sorry." You tell him, reaching for his hand. His is smooth against yours.
"Yeah, me too." He shrugs, trying to brush off the bitter, but familiar taste of disappointment.
Clara clears her throat, and Xavier shakes his head, moving forward and hugging the woman.
"Hi Clara." Xavier pulls back, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Baby, meet the woman who basically raised me."
"Oh, Xavier." The woman blushes, and shakes her head. "You're the best part about this job, kiddo."
"You raised Xavier?" You ask, and they both nod.
"My dad wasn't really around. Still isn't I guess." Xavier frowns as he adds the latter, but then smiles fondly as he looks at Clara. "But she's been here for me through everything. Every birthday, every holiday."
"You know it's been my pleasure." Clara waves him off, moving back to the other side of the kitchen, turning on the oven.
"Speaking of holidays though," Xavier says, watching her. "Go home to your grandchildren, Clara. We'll be fine here."
"Are you sure?" She questions, but she already starts taking off her apron. "This is your dinner, at least let me get it in the oven."
"Thank you for taking such good care of him." You lean closer to Xavier and smile at the woman, and she smiles warmly at you. "I'll make sure he eats something."
"If you're sure. It was so nice meeting you." Clara takes your hands and squeezes them, before pressing a kiss to Xavier's cheek and leaving you both standing in the kitchen.
There's a pregnant pause, and Xavier sighs, going over to the casserole dish and peeking inside.
"Are you okay?" You ask tentatively, and he glances up at you.
"I'm...disappointed." He shakes his head, tugging the hair tie out of his hair and running his hands through the locks. "I'm frustrated."
You're silent, letting him get his emotions out at the rate that he needs.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart." He murmurs, his eyes locking on yours.
"You're sorry? Why are you sorry?" You ask incredulously.
The oven beeps, and Xavier puts the dish in the oven before answering.
"I know you were excited to meet him. I just thought that this time it would be different. He promised, you know? He knew how important this was to me." He sighs again, and moves closer to you. "So, I'm sorry."
"Xavier..." You reach up and cup his cheeks, trying to pull him down for a kiss. Instead, he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up until you're sitting on the counter with him standing between your legs. You kiss him gently, and then rest your forehead against his. "Xav, you have nothing to be sorry for. It isn't your fault that he didn't show. You can't take that guilt onto your shoulders. And you know what? We don't need your father here to have a good holiday."
"We don't?"
"All we need is you and me." You tell him, and a hint of a smile starts to form on his lips.
"That's all we need, huh?" He pecks your lips again and shakes out his limbs a little bit. "We should have just gone to your house."
"Look on the bright side. We have a little over a week together, alone in your beautiful home." You try to coax a bigger smile out of him, reaching forward and tickling his ribs a little.
He scoops you into his arms again and squeezes tight.
"You know, we don't even need to be here for me to feel like I'm home." He whispers into your ear, his breath warm against your flesh and making you shiver a little.
"What do you mean, baby?" You question, pressing a kiss to his temple.
"You're my home, sweetheart. No matter where we are, no matter who's there, or not there, you'll always feel like home to me."
One Call Away // Xavier Thorpe
About: When Xavier is away, the reader will play.
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Dirty talk, masturbation (f and m), talk of nudes
You'd been a tease all day, which Xavier thought wasn't fair, especially since he couldn't get to you.
First, it started out with suggestive texts, him waking up to scathing, filthy words about what you'd like him to do to you. He held his phone over his face, reading your words, his cock stirring in his pants. Xavier groaned, texting you back a warning.
By the time mid-day rolled around, you'd started sending him pictures. You had pulled out your sexiest panty set and laid yourself out on your bed, snapping pictures as your hand slid down your stomach, into your panties.
He received that picture while sitting at the dining room table with his father. The ding of his phone distracted him and he pulled it from his pocket, unlocking it. When he saw that picture, he almost started choking on his food. It felt like all the blood in his body rushed down to his crotch.
"You okay?" His dad asked him, looking up from his newest novel. Until then, the lunch had been relatively quiet.
Xavier stutters, swallowing harshly.
"Uh-yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Can I be excused?" He requested, and his father grumbled but let him go.
He'd never run up those stairs faster; taking two at a time, slamming his bedroom door shut and turning the lock before pulling out his phone again. He clicked on your contact, flopping down onto his bed.
"Hi Xav." You answered the video call with an innocent smile on your face. His eyes narrowed, and he lets out a frustrated breath. "Oh no, what's wrong baby?"
"You know what's wrong." He reaches down and grips his hardening cock through his sweatpants, squeezing gently.
Xavier lets out a soft whimper, and you bite your lower lip with a knowing look.
"Someone's nice and hard for me, huh? Feeling desperate?" You mewl softly, sitting back in your own bed.
"You little minx-" He curses and looks into the camera. "That picture ruined me. I want you so bad, sweetheart."
"I want you too, Xav." You murmur, and he squeezes himself again. "Wish you were here."
"I do too. The things I would do to you..." He trails off, looking directly into the camera, lips parted and face flushed.
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Well, I'd start by taking off those clothes." He tells you, voice low. "And then I'd take those pretty little panties between my teeth and pull them down those luscious legs of yours."
You move then, grabbing a pillow and propping your phone up at th end of your bed so he can see you fully. Xavier groans, knowing you're about to do exactly what he says. Peeling your shirt over your head and your pajama pants down your legs, you sit there in just your panties - those same panties that teased him in that photo.
"Fuckin' beautiful." He breathes out, starting to kick off his sweatpants now.
"Can I see you too?" You ask quietly, and he nods, the background moving as he props you up on his bed's baseboard, giving you an amazing view of the outline of his hardened cock straining against his boxers from the underside. "Holy shit."
"'M so fucking hard for you, sweetheart." He lays back so you can also see his face.
Xavier's eyelids are hooded, his pupils blown wide as he watches his girlfriend's hands play with the edges of her panties where they lie on her hips.
"D'you want me to take them off?" You ask, wetness pooling between your legs, leaving a damp spot against the fabric between your thighs.
He nods excitedly, and your golden retriever of a boyfriend hums in appreciation as you take them off slowly. He moans loudly when you finally spread your legs, showing off that pretty pink pussy.
"That's my girl." He praises you, and he swallows harshly, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
You watch as he pulls his rigid length from his boxers, kicking them to the side so you can see him in all his glory. His cock leans up against his stomach, the tip red and leaking.
Leaking for you, he'd always say.
You want nothing more than to be there to lick those dribbles of precum off his tip, and just as you're about to say that to him, you see him run his thumb over his slit, sliding the juices down the sides of his cock.
"I want your cock inside me so badly." You whimper, your own hand moving down to rub your clit in rapid circles.
You're absolutely glistening for him, and his mouth is watering just watching your hand become slick with your wetness. He longs to bury his face in your cunt, sucking, nibbling, and licking at you until you come undone around him.
"Wish I could eat that perfect pussy." He lets out, his head falling back a little, his hair splayed out on the pillow. "Bet you'd taste so good, baby. You always do."
He's thrusting up into his hand now, watching your hand intently, your free one moving to sink two fingers into your sopping hole immediately.
"God, wish these were your fingers,” You moan for him, chest reddened and nipples perking up. “Nothing like your long fingers in my tight cunt.”
Xavier’s hand picks up the pace, fisting his cock faster at your words. He bites his lower lip hard enough to bruise, muffling the needy whimpers falling from his mouth. His thumb rolls over his tip every now and again; and he squeezes just right, like your walls would do to him, but not quite enough. You could unravel just from that sight alone, but instead, you dive your fingers deeper, as deep as they’ll go, pumping them quickly, mewls dripping from your lips just like the wetness drips from between your legs. You pant, trying to keep talking, but getting so worked up that you’re lost in the pleasure, pretending it’s his hands on you.
“Just like that, baby. Gonna cum for me? Gonna be my good girl?” Xavier manages between grunts, eyes still locked on his phone screen. His cock pulses under his hand and he can feel his balls tightening as he nears the edge. His thumb teases the head of his cock, where he’s most sensitive. “‘M gonna cum. Gonna cum thinking about filling up your pussy. All mine.”
“Yours, all yours.” You croak out at him, your legs beginning to shake as you teeter on the ledge of your orgasm.
Before you can warn him, you fall over the edge and your reddened lips falls open with a loud cry, your hips thrusting up towards your hand as you thrust through your orgasm. Seeing you fall apart on the screen, Xavier thrusts into his hand rapidly, his cum starting to dribble down the sides of his cock in thick streams, coating his hand and his lower stomach.
You whine loudly as you watch his cock ooze, knowing you did this to him; you made him fall apart like that. A satisfied, smug smirk grows on your face and Xavier stops his hand when he grows oversensitive. He grabs his phone from the end of his bed with his clean hand, a devilish smirk on his face.
“Why are you grinning like that, sweetheart? I’ve only just begun…” He says fiendishly, his eyes looking positively feral for you. “Now bend over and show me that delicious ass of yours.”
That’s when you knew - you were in for a long night.
Xavier's Song // Xavier Thorpe
About: Xavier finds the song you wrote about him and insists on a personal concert.
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: None.
Author's Note: Thank you to @imstevesnailedbat for helping me with the song bits. You're extremely talented and I'm grateful for you. 🫶
Music had always been your solace in the world. Your songbook was your only confidant, and you would write constantly - song after song about whatever came to mind in the moment. But that was before you met Xavier.
Since getting together, you two were inseparable. You'd spend nights together in his art shed. While he paints or sketches on his tall easels, you'd hum and write songs in the corner. The music would come alive off the paper, notes swirling in the air as they played the tune. Being there, witnessing that, and just listening to something you're so passionate about, was one of Xavier's favorite past times.
It had become a sort of tradition for him. Whenever you stayed the night, he'd look through your songbook. You never hid anything from him, so you didn't mind his curiosity. But he enjoyed this time that he could look deeper into your private world. He'd even offer you his sketchbook. So there you'd sit, curled up against each other in bed, scanning over each other's work.
One night, Xavier flipped the page, and his heart flipped. Written at the top in boldened letters, surrounded by hearts, was 'Xavier's Song'.
"Sweetheart-" His voice is soft, looking down at the sheet music and running his fingers over it.
"Yes?" You poke your head up from behind his sketchbook.
"What's this one?" He turns the book towards you and your face flushes, heat rising into your cheeks.
"Oh, you weren't supposed to see that one." You complain, and he raises an eyebrow in response. "It was supposed to be a surprise. It isn't exactly done."
"Can I hear it?"
You put down his sketchbook and reach out for the book, sighing softly.
"Don't judge it too harshly. It isn't finished." You remind him, and he shifts so he's resting his head on your thighs, looking up at you.
"You know I won't, baby." He murmurs, and you know he's telling you the truth.
Your hand circles the music on the open page, and the notes start to come to life. They dance off the paper, and you throw your hand out, letting them fly around the room. Golden music notes fill the air and a soft melody begins to play. However, this melody sounds familiar to him - and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.
Your clear your throat, a small smile growing on your face, and start to sing.
"You are...my fire. The one desire-" You break out into giggles and Xavier throws a pillow at your face.
"Ha-ha. Very funny." He pretends to pout, and you take his hand, squeezing it fondly before placing it on your songbook. The notes begin to surround you two now, gleaming and glittering in the darkness of his bedroom. "For real this time."
"For real." You assure him, your voice softer this time.
Your heart-rate begins to become unsteady, starting to race as your hand comes to cover his on the book. You start to hum a new set of notes, your voice melodic and captivating. The notes change around you to match the melody, and then the music swells on it's own, playing as a backtrack. Xavier watches you in awe, his eyes gentle, the glow of the notes playing in his green irises. You slowly start to sing, your voice shaking with emotion.
"I'm so lucky to know the thoughts inside your head,
Ones at times I wish you'd tell me;
But you make art instead.
Every curve and every color that lines every page,
Has every single part of you underneath."
You stop for a moment, and Xavier lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. His other hand that's not rooted on the book reaches out to stroke your cheek lovingly. You lean into his touch, kissing his palm before continuing with the rest of what you have written, this time more confident.
"You make me come alive like I'm one of your paintings;
Deep down I wish I was one of them,
So I could know what it's like to be made alive by you -
Once again."
The music starts to fade away, having reached all you've written so far. The notes in the air flicker and eventually disappear, leaving you two in the dim moonlight filtering in through his window. There's silence between you, as you move your hands and close the book. You swallow back your nervousness, starting to shake your head.
"Like I said, it's not finished--oh!" You're cut off by a scorching kiss from Xavier.
Yours are soft and pliant beneath his, and it's like he sucks the breath away from you. His hands cup your cheeks and when you pull away, you swear you can see the love in his eyes.
"Sweetheart.." His voice breaks and he shakes his head, struggling to get the words out. You lean forward and press your forehead against his, trying to respect the fact that he needs a moment. "I loved it. Every single word, every note. It's purely you. And I love you."
You grin then, your nerves falling away completely.
"I love you too, Xavier. So much."
"Your powers are as beautiful as you." He murmurs, pulling you against his chest.
"So are yours." You remind him, resting your cheek against his soft skin.
Xavier reaches for your songbook and opens it up again, flipping back to his song and running his fingers over the page.
"Will you sing it for me again when it's finished?" He requests, and you sigh happily against him, shutting your eyes.
"Of course. It's your song after all."
You reach for the songbook and toss it onto the end of the bed, it landing open on the same page. Waving your hand slightly, the melody starts playing again. The two of you slowly start to fall asleep to his song's soft notes.
Before you fall asleep completely, another lyric comes to you and you whisper it to his peaceful, dreaming form.
"Someone like you had so much love to give,
But so little given to you.
I promise, forever;
My love's reserved for you."
His Good Girl // Xavier Thorpe
About: You've been a good girl, now it's time for your reward.
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Cockwarming, P in V sex, no condom, dirty talk, praise.
It's late on a Saturday evening, and you rest your head on your boyfriend's chest as you both watch a movie on his laptop. Xavier is tracing patterns on the smooth skin of your lower back, where your shirt has ridden up. His other hand is pressed against yours, palms together, and he curls his fingertips over your fingers, teasing you.
"Your hands are so tiny." He grins, chest vibrating with laughter.
"Sorry I don't have Wreck-it-Ralph hands." You taunt him back, giggling. "Yours are just freakishly big."
"Hey, you love my hands." He pretends to pout, and you look up at him, pecking his lips gently.
"You're not wrong. Love your hands." You run your fingers over his palm, and over his fingers. "Love these long fingers."
"What about my fingers?" He smirks, intrigued as he watches your next move.
"Love your fingers inside me." You mewl softly and he sucks in a breath, rolling over on top of you, pressing you into the mattress with his weight.
"Oh, really?"
"Mhm..." You nod your head and blush under his gaze, his grin growing wider.
"Do you want my fingers, sweetheart?" He coos softly, nuzzling his nose against yours.
His breath fans across your face, and your core dampens at his words. You think for a moment, and then slowly shake your head. Xavier's brow furrows, and you reach up to cup his cheeks.
"I want your cock." You explain, voice soft.
A lazy grin spreads across his lips and his cock twitches in interest against your thigh. He leans up, resting his weight on his forearm, a sparkle in his eye.
"You want to sit on my cock, baby? Wanna feel it get nice and hard inside you?" He asks, licking his lips, lost in his imagination for a moment. "Gonna be my good girl?"
You nod and he grips your chin in his hand, then shakes his head disapprovingly.
“Say it.”
“I’ll be your good girl.” You reply softly, and he runs his thumb over your lower lip, pressing it down a little.
Xavier lifts himself off you then, and you whimper at the lack of contact, especially now since your core has begun to ache for him. He grabs your hands and pulls you to your feet, holding you steady.
"Strip for me." He requests softly, while pulling his own pants and boxers down his lanky legs.
He pulls off his shirt next, then settles back onto the bed with his back against the headboard. His cock is twitching against his thigh, half-hard just from the idea of being inside of you.
You slowly pull off your top, a teasing smirk on your face as you toss it at his head. He laughs and dodges it, taking it and throwing it to the side. Then you turn around, bending over while you take off your pants and panties.
Xavier's mouth becomes dry as he watches you, trying to keep his composure at your bare pussy, slicken with need. He wants nothing more than to bury his face between your legs, but he reminds himself to be patient, that he needs to wait.
"C'mere sweetheart." He urges once you're completely naked, and he helps you climb onto his lap, facing him. He grips your hip tightly with one hand, and reaches down to grip himself by the base. His semi-hard cock slowly starts to throb, and you look down between you to watch his movements. "I'm gonna fill you up, don't worry."
"You're not hard." You protest, and he just presses his tip inside of you, then uses his other arm to push you down so he slides inside of you.
"It's okay."
You groan when his pelvic bone meets your clit, and he grins up at you smugly. Your hands meet his chest, and you go to rock on him a little. He quickly moves to hold your hips tightly, holding you in place on top of him.
"Be a good girl and warm my cock up for me." His eyelids are hooded as he looks up at you. You can feel his length twitch inside of you, and your walls clench around him involuntarily, wrenching a groan from his plush, pink lips. "Careful, now."
You blush, and Xavier's hands begin to wander up your stomach, fingernails trailing over the soft skin until he grips your breasts. He squeezes lightly, and his cock twitches again, hardening slowly inside of you. Groaning at the feeling, you can feel yourself dripping around him, wetness pooling on the skin of his pelvic bone.
"Fuck, baby. You're so wet." He curses, running his thumbs over your nipples and watching them pebble in the cool air of his room. "You're such a good girl, taking my cock like this. Soaking my cock. My good girl. My love."
"Xav..." You whimper gently, leaning into his touch. "Please.."
"Please, what? Use your words, what do you need?" He grunts, shifting his hips and driving himself deeper inside of you.
"I-please...wanna cum for you." You find yourself begging, trying to keep your hips from grinding against his, searching for that friction. "Please, I've been good."
"You have been good." He lets go of your breasts, using one hand to smooth your hair away from your face, and the other comes down to rub your clit. His callused thumb rolls over your sensitive nub, and causes a wave of pure pleasure to roll through your body. You groan, and your hips slowly start to rock against his. He doesn't stop you this time, his cock sliding in and out of you easily through your wetness. "Take what you need, baby."
You let out a strangled moan at his words, your hips rocking faster. His thumb doesn't stop on your clit, abusing it as he reaches up and wraps a hand around your throat. He doesn't squeeze, just holds your gaze with his as your desperately chase your high. Xavier's cock throbs inside of you, the friction of your walls causing his eyelids to flutter and cheeks to heat.
"You look so good up there. My good girl. My greedy girl, you gonna cum on my cock?" He asks, and you nod quickly, your thrusts getting sloppier the closer you come to your release.
Xavier's hips press up into your thrusts now, trying to get himself to the edge with you. You feel the tight coil of pleasure inside your stomach slowly start to swell until it snaps, and you're bucking against him, drenching him in your juices. Your boyfriend groans as your walls constrict around him. He lets you use his cock through your orgasm, and then pulls his throbbing, angry cock from inside of you. His hand his quick, your juices making slick, filthy sounds as he tugs on himself. You pant, sitting back against his thighs and trying to catch your breath. It doesn't take more than a minute before he's painting those pretty thighs with his cum. He groans long in his throat, his head thrown back against the pillow as he reaches his high.
After he opens his eyes again, he admires his handiwork, rubbing his thumb through his seed spilled on your thighs, and bringing it up to your mouth. Without hesitation, you take his thumb into your mouth and suck on it gently, eyes soft, body covered in a sheen of sweat.
"That's my good girl."
Play Date Part 2 (All Endings) // Xavier Thorpe
Ending 1: Only Love
About: Weeks after your fight with Xavier, everything finally comes to a head. Can you survive long enough to find out the truth about how Xavier feels?
Warnings: Character death, gore, swearing.
Ending 2: Gone
About: The night of the Rave’N turns disastrous as the Hyde makes an appearance.
Warnings: Character death, blood, gore, swearing, you may cry.
Ending 3: Animal I Have Become
About: When Xavier pushed you away, he didn’t realize he pushed you right into the arms of the monster.
Warnings: Arguing, manipulation and gaslighting, swearing.
Bear with me, I’m reblogging stuff from my main so I have it over here too. Love you all 🫶
Play Date // Xavier Thorpe
About: This blurb is based lightly around the song Play Date by Melanie Martinez.
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: P in V rough sex, no condom, anger issues, jealous!Reader, Xavier is a real asshole.
“Wednesday, this is my best friend.” Xavier introduces you two, and he shoots a smile your way. “We’ve been friends since we were in diapers.”
“I pity you.” Wednesday’s voice is firm, expression neutral as she looks at you.
You crack an amused grin.
“I pity me too.” You tease, elbowing Xavier playfully.
He laughs then, and you think it’s the most amazing sound you’ve ever heard.
“You wound me.” He clutches his heart and shakes his head, his hair falling in his eyes. “I just wanted you two to meet. Wednesday, I’ll show you where we eat.”
“But-“
The two of them had already turned away before you could remind him of the plans you two had scheduled. You sigh and tuck your hands into your pockets, walking back into the building you just came out of.
You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t disappointed that Xavier was spending so much time with Wednesday. You’d also be lying if you said your feelings for the tall, lanky boy were platonic. But you respected the friendship that was growing between the two.
What you didn’t expect was to be dropped like you were nothing, plans ignored and texts unanswered. Or if he did answer, it was a quick “Sorry, I’m busy.”
Two weeks go by with nothing. You walked with Enid towards your next class when you passed by Xavier and Wednesday. He didn’t even look up from their conversation.
“I’m fine, Enid. I don’t give a fuck about him.” You tell the girl, but her face is full of skepticism as she takes in your body language. “After all these years, I just expected different. But it’s no surprise that I’ve always just been convenient to him.”
“I really think you should talk to him about this.” Enid suggests, but all you can do is shrug.
“Considering he barely answers my texts, I don’t think that’s possible.”
Late at night, you’re taken back to your childhood. Xavier had been your first friend. Your first confidant. Your first kiss. The boy you promised from age 3 that you’d marry.
You decide that you can’t give that up without a fight.
Sneaking into the boy’s dormitory was the easy part. You knock quietly on Xavier’s door, and there’s some shuffling before it swings open.
“Wednesday, did you forget—oh. Hi.” He greets you, his brow furrowing. “What’s up? It’s pretty late.”
“I-can I come in so I don’t get caught?” You ask, trying to keep control over your emotions.
Xavier opens the door more and you walk in. He shuts it quietly behind you, and stands near his bed.
“What’s up?” He asks again, and you turn to face him, your hands shaking.
“What's up? Xavier, you haven't talked to me in weeks..." You cross your arms over your chest and square up to the tall boy in front of you.
"I've been busy." He shrugs it off, moving over to his desk and shutting his sketchbook.
"Busy? That's your excuse?"
"Why are you freaking the fuck out? I don't need to spend every waking minute with you." He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. Your lower lip trembles a little, and you start to shake your head.
"After everything we've been through together, you're really acting like this?" You ask unconvincedly.
"What are you, obsessed with me?" He sits on the edge of the desk now, his voice lower, more accusatory.
"What the actual fuck, Xavier." You move closer, poking your finger into his chest. "What is wrong with you? Ever since Wednesday came to Nevermore you've acted like a gigantic asshole."
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? You come to my room and basically freaked out over nothing!"
At this point, you're inches away from each other, his breath hot against your lips, his shoulders tense and eyes angry as they bore down into yours.
"How can you say it's nothing? Have these past 15 years of friendship meant nothing to you? Is this just some sort of game-"
Xavier cuts you off, pressing his lips angrily to yours in a desperate, infuriated kiss made of mostly teeth and tongue. Your words turn into a needy moan and his arms snake around your waist, tugging you right up against his chest. He licks his way into your mouth, hands moving from your waist, sliding down to your butt. Squeezing roughly, he rolls your hips towards his. The friction of your clothed core grinding over his hardening cock earns you a deep groan, which rumbles up from Xavier's chest. His mouth makes its way down your jaw to your neck, nibbling and downright biting, leaving deep purple marks for anyone to view.
Clouded in a needy, hungry, intense state, you end up on all fours, Xavier's hips pounding into yours from behind at a frantic pace. He grips your shoulders and uses his taller leverage to thrust harder. His balls slap against your drenched, swollen clit, and you're a trembling, yearning mess beneath him. A large hand comes down roughly with a loud smack on your ass, and it forces out another whimper from your lips.
"Xavi--fuck, don't stop!" You grasp onto the bedsheets as he wrenches a leg up onto the mattress to get as deep as possible.
"Shut. the. fuck. up." He defines each word with a sharp thrust, each one harder than the last.
You're a whimpering, sobbing mess beneath him, as he uses one hand to shove your face down into the bedding. Your stomach sucks in, the pleasure mounting in your core, overwhelming you as you reach the edge, plummeting over the side with a loud cry. He rocks through your orgasm, hand coming down on your ass again and again, until he tugs you back roughly against him as he drains himself deep inside of you.
Completely spent, you barely feel him pull out before you're falling asleep in his bed.
The next morning, you wake up to see Xavier drawing in his sketchbook. His shoulders are tense, and your core aches from the rough sex the night before.
"Xav..." You murmur, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. "Good morning."
He glances at you for a moment, before looking back down at his drawing.
"Morning." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.
"I think we should talk-"
"I don't want to talk. In fact, I think you should go." His voice is almost cold, and you feel your heart stutter a bit in your chest, and then slowly start to ache, your brain wondering if you heard him right.
"Xavier, I love you. Please. I've loved you for so long." You find yourself begging, needing him to acknowledge those feelings that you've had, that have grown over the years.
"I can't. I don't. Please just leave." Xavier stands then, starting to pick up your discarded clothes, but you follow, grabbing them before he can.
"Talk to me, Xavier."
"What do you want me to say? I don't want to hurt you, but you're making it so hard not to. It won't work. I don't feel anything. Just get the fuck out."
His words cut through you like a knife, and you hurriedly pull on your clothes, tears starting to stream down your face at the hurt and rejection.
"So that's it then?" You ask next to his door. Xavier doesn't meet your eyes. "I've just been a game to you. You use me and then throw me away?"
"Go."
So you do. Slamming the door behind you, you flee his room. Xavier curses loudly, punching the wall, leaving a crack in the wood. Then he moves back over to his desk, opening up his notebook to his most recent drawing.
The Hyde.
He knew it was coming. He couldn't escape it, but you could. And that's all that mattered to him.
