hyperfixating on wednesday

would sell all of my organs for one night with xavier thorpe — REQUESTS OPEN 📓

[eddiemunsonswhxre]

how i think xavier thorpe would be as a sub

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

masterlist

wc: 774

cw: sub!xavier (duh), oral (f), fdom, dom reader, female reader, mentions of orgasm denial, use of baby, mommy kink, praise

explicit under the cut

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once you have xavier, you HAVE him. this boy falls hard and once he does he is obsessed and wrapped around your finger. i'm talking showing up to your room nightly just for a goodnight kiss (and then probably not leaving your room at all) because he can't go without. he's most definitely following you around like a lost puppy whenever he can manage and you quite literally become his muse.

xavier hates to admit it, but he is clingy. he's constantly gotta be touching you. you're sitting next to each other in class? hand on your thigh. hanging out in the quad with friends? you have to be on his lap. walking around jericho? at least holding your hand if he can't walk with his arm around your waist.

during sex, his clingyness does not go away. his hands roam as much of your body as they can. he likes it when you're on top so he can slide his hands all the way up your thighs and torso all the way so he can grasp at your breasts and back down again. he's a touch starved boy, and it's so obvious. if you keep your hands off him too long, he'll grab them and place them back on him.

at first he tries to hide it, but during a particular morning quickie trying to beat time for your first class, your hands are placed on your own calves. you need it for balance as you glide up and down at the fastest pace you can, knowing you have maybe five minutes before you have to leave. you'd barely touched him, just trying to get him off when you hear it for the first time. xavier lets out the most pathetic little whimper before whining out your name and begging for you to touch him. It's enough of a shock to get you to freeze on his cock. his face is red, not from your activities but embarrassment.

"did you just... whimper?"

"maybe... baby, please just touch me we can talk about this later."

"let me hear it again."

much to xavier's initial dismay, you don't let this go. you begin taking your teasing to another level, messing with him until he's begging for you. his whimpers become something you refuse to go without when having sex. but this is only the start of it.

"what do you think about trying something new? like... i don't know... being tied up?" you ask one morning as xavier sips on a water bottle across from you. he chokes, spitting the water onto the blanket in between the both of you. "you want me to tie you up when we fuck?" xavier asks, not expecting that from you. you snort, shaking your head. "no, xavi. i want to tie you up."

the following night xaviers hands are tied to his headboard as you leave hickies across his chest. "baby, please, i need you," he pants, tugging on his restraints. you smile into his chest, taking your hand and dipping it between the two of you, slowly and softly dragging your nails up his length covered in his boxers. a strangled whine leaves your boyfriends throat as his hips buck up to you. "fuck, please," he whimpers, looking at you with pleading eyes. "mm, i don't know. have you been a good boy?" you ask, repeating your nails on his cock. xavier's cock jumps at your words, his eyes fluttering shut as he processes. "oh, you liked that, huh?" you tease.

xavier was putty in your hands after that. the more you tried, the more he accepted his subspace and the deeper he fell. he wouldn't admit it, but his reactions proved that he did get off when you would deny him orgasms and tease him until he was in pain. it didn't take long for his mommy kink to make an appearance either. once he uttered that for the first time, he accepted he was at the point of no return.

not only is xavier thorpe a subby little baby, he is for sure a service sub. you're stressed over an assignment? xavier is quick to tell you to lay back, let him make mommy feel better. you don't have the energy? xavier's tongue is making you fall apart in minutes, nearly cumming in his pants from the tired praise you give him.

overall, xavier is happy to let you do whatever you want with him and beg for more. he's tried to be in charge, but he'd much rather be at your mercy and wait for the praise he knows you'll provide eventually.

thanks to @aquasringing for the request <3

[acesofspadess-deactivated202308]

Silk

series: Wednesday

pairing: xavier x black!reader x ajax

summary: ajax and xavier being toooooooo cute to reader ☺️

warnings: none- just tooth rotting fluff

a/n: in no way am i saying that only black girls have curly hair that need to be protected or anything about silk presses whatever. no toxic curly hair gatekeepers or police plz and thank you.

ma vie- my life

It was a normal night with your boyfriends, you, Ajax, and Xavier all in Xavier’s room considering he had a solo dorm.

You were in the his bathroom getting ready for bed like you normally did when you were looking through your bag to find your silk head wrap. you had just gotten a silk press and wanted to keep it looking fresh for as long as possible.

Ajax and Xavier noticed you looking in your bag throwing stuff out the opened door. “Buba? what are you looking for?” xavier asked coming to the door and leaning against it with ajax’s arms wrapped and his waist from behind.

“i was trying to find my wrap for my hair but i think i left it in my dorm.” you pouted knowing good and well that even one night could mess with your hair.

“do you want our help?” ajax asked removing himself from xavier and crouching down to the floor where your bag was, “i could give you one of my beanies! it might be a little big though.” he offered to you with a dopey grin.

You shook your head with a soft smile gracing your features, starting to put everything back in your bag. The boys helped, gathering stuff from around the room and sticking them in your bag neatly.

“I guess one nights alright. I’ll just bring one to keep in here next time.” you shrugged it off getting into the bed in between them and dozing off into a comfortable sleep with your boys wrapped around you.

The next day was Saturday and you and the boys planned on going down into Jericho and having a little day out together. With winter finals taking a toll on all three of you, you all deserved some good TLC.

You were getting your drinks from the Weathervane. Warm tea and coffee for your liking to warm you up in the cold Jericho weather. You were walking into different stores buying different things.

“Hey look at this shop!” Ajax called from behind you. It’s looked relatively knew and very minimalistic. “I’ve never seen it before it must be new.” You said walking under Xavier’s arms back towards Ajax. “Good Homes.” Xavier read the name of the store. Him and Ajax shared a look you caught but could decipher what it meant. “Let’s go in then shall we?” You offered up opening the door for your boyfriends as you bowed very dramatically.

You ended up getting split up from them in the store grabbing little things you knew you didn’t need or have space for. You, Ajax, and Xavier had talked about making his dorm more suitable for the three of you and making it feel like a home away from home, so you picked up stuff for that too.

By the time you met back up with boys they had two quite large bags and a box half the size of Ajax in there hands. You wanted to ask what they bought but by the way they didn’t make eye contact with you, you knew to save your breath.

You checked out fairly quickly even with all the stuff you had picked up. Carrying the bags to the front of the store where Ajax and Xavier were they took the. and from out of your hands, ignoring any protest from you to even hold the smallest one.

When you got back to the school you had split ways with the boys to head to your dorm to put down some stuff and get dinner. The sun was far gone by the time you made it back into the room and the sight greeting you made you laugh.

“What is happening?” you managed to get out in between laughter. The boys looked at you in adoration as you walked into the room towards the bed. “Come here!” Ajax finnaly pulled you over to sit on the new sheets and pillowcases.

Silk

“We did some research last night after you fell asleep.” Xavier blushed lightly giving you very few glances. “We read that silk was not only good for your hair but your skin too.” Ajax added in, “and that if you had the silk pillowcase you didn’t have to wear your wrap because it’s essentially the same thing.”

You were mesmerised by their efforts and research. You pulled both of them into hug as best as you could given the angle that you were sitting. “I could cry.” you pouted over dramatically, fanning your face, making the boys laugh and pull you under the cover.

“Thank you guys.” you mumbled sleepy a little while later after watching stuff on Xaviers laptop. You were curled into them as the coolness of the silk balanced the warmth from the human heaters that were your boyfriends.

“Of course ma vie. Anything for you.” Xavier whispered kissing your lips as fell asleep surrounded by love.

and silk.

a/n: if you want join the Wednesday taglist just put it in the comments!

[roanniom]

more eddie phone sex more eddie phone sex i am screaming it from the rooftops

Not a Creature Was Stirring

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY!, phone sex / masturbation, dirty talk, light alcohol consumption, light drug use (pot), tiny bit of distance related angst, these idiots are actually pretty sweet so a lil fluffy though it’s filthy? Idk

“So what are you wearing right now?”

“Eddie I’m on the phone in my parent’s kitchen. You can’t be a perv right now,” you chide him in a whisper, but he definitely still hears the smile in your voice.

You’ve been gone for less than 10 hours and yet Eddie is already going out of his mind missing you. Since you’d only been dating for a few months, the two of you agreed that him going home with you for the holidays might be moving a little too soon. You both, however, are bitterly regretting the decision.

“Not being a perv, baby. Just trying to picture you standing there all pretty, happy to talk to me,” Eddie replies. He intends for it to sound teasing, but it comes out just as genuine as he means it. It makes your throat get a little tight.

“Wish I was talking to you in person right now instead.” Your voice is small and his heart skips a bit.

“Me too.”

“This was stupid. Can’t believe I didn’t tell you to just come with me,” you huff, twirling the phone cord around your finger in distress.

“I mean we said it was too soon for the whole meet-the-parents thing,” Eddie reminds you, but his jaw is clenched as he holds back all the things he’d wished he’d said. Like how desperately he wanted to spend this special time of year with you, and how he would have loved the chance to win over the people who you care about most.

“Yeah but we were wrong. Who says there’s a timeline set in stone for this kind of thing anyway?”

“If you weren’t so far away, I’d hop in the van right now and let you know exactly where I want us to be on the timeline,” Eddie declares, feeling bold due to the distance and the fact that you can’t see his face. You laugh, which he’d hoped you would.

“If you weren’t so far away I’d let you.” It comes out shaky. You hadn’t said much but you’d said plenty, holding back the tears that threatened to spill out of nowhere. Eddie can hear it over the phone and he aches with the need to encircle you in his arms. To make any and all bad feelings melt away. He’s desperate to hear you laugh, so he tries his best.

“You can make it up to me by touching yourself and letting me hear some pretty sounds.”

“Eddie!” you say with a hushed squeal. Your eyes dart around to make sure you’re still alone in the kitchen, though nobody would be able to hear him even if they were near.

Eddie barks a laugh.

“It was worth a shot.”

You chew on your lip and contemplate, checking the clock on the wall above the sink.

“If…if you’re still up at midnight I can…maybe call you back from my room,” you saw slowly. Eddie’s eyes widen.

“Oh honey, if it means the chance to hear your sweet voice, I won’t be the only thing up at midnight.”

~*~

You’re adorably prompt, calling him back at 12am exactly on the dot. Eddie knows because he had been staring at the clock for the last fifteen minutes, willing time to fold in on itself if it could bring him just a little closer to you.

Eddie wrenches the phone to his face, a massive smile on his lips.

“Hey Princess,” he says, nice and low. Your laughter on the other end is breathless.

“What if it hadn’t been me? What if it was Wayne calling to tell you something?”

“Wayne would survive being called Princess,” he says with a shrug you can’t see. You giggle and Eddie preens. “What has you in such a good mood in the witching hour baby?”

“It’s all you, Eds,” you confirm, keeping your voice soft because of the time. “But I did steal a bottle of wine from my cousins after I said good night and I might have had a few glasses quickly before calling you.”

“Ah, looking for a party, are you?” A thrill runs down Eddie’s spine and he sits up a little straighter in bed, reaching for a pre-rolled joint and a lighter. He’s seen you tipsy before and you’re both adorable and insatiable.

“Yeah. And I was a little nervous,” you add honestly. You’d never talked dirty over the phone before, and even though you’ve had sex with Eddie many times by now, you’re still a little self conscious. Worried you won’t say the right thing or be sexy enough for him.

“Nervous about what? That someone’ll hear? You’re in your room, right?”

“Yeah, the cord from the hall phone was long enough to reach inside here, thank god.”

“So there’s nothing to be nervous about. You’ll be quiet, like a good girl, and nobody’ll know that you’ll be touching yourself for me.”

His words go straight between your legs, turning you on even more than the anticipation for this conversation had turned you on. He hears your sharp intake of breath and feels proud. Proud that without even touching you, even from so great a distance, he can still have a physical impact. Eddie strikes his lighter and inhales deeply, breathing his joint to life and taking a good long hit.

“I’m not nervous about people hearing I’m nervous that…” you trail off and Eddie feels apprehension for the first time all night.

“Nervous that what, baby?”

You huff in frustration, words not as easy in your tipsy state while also the excitement in your veins prompts you to get over yourself and stop wasting the time you have with him.

“You so much better at the dirty talk than I am…” you try to continue but he scoffs, cutting you off.

“If you dare say you’re nervous that what you say won’t be hot enough for me, I’ll scream.” Eddie drops the lighter back on his bedside table and scooches down to recline more comfortably now that he’s confident that your concern is silly. “Not to be creepy, but you could just breathe into the receiver while I jerk off and that would be enough to get me to cum my brains out.”

You let out a startled laugh at the absurdity of the statement and Eddie feels accomplished, taking another hit.

“You’re a fucking weirdo,” you respond affectionately.

“Yeah? But I’m your fucking weirdo,” Eddie counters, letting his hand smooth down to the front of his boxers. “And your fucking weirdo is hard as a rock right now, so is there anything you want to do about that?”

“Well…” you begin, getting comfortable in your bed despite the blood pounding in your ears, making it harder to hear the rustling of Eddie’s clothes over the phone. “If I was there…I’d probably tell you to get those boxers off and out of my way.”

“How did you know I still had my boxers on?” Eddie chuckles.

“Because I can hear you touching yourself through them. And because you always like doing things the hard way.”

“So, so hard Princess,” Eddie muses, pulling them off. “Ok, I’m naked for you. Boxers off as requested, ma’am. Now I repeat the question that I asked earlier - what are you wearing right now?”

“I’m wearing your Dio shirt. The one you left at my place last week,” you whisper sheepishly. Eddie swells with pride (and something close to possessiveness).

“You’re in my shirt and I can’t even see you? That’s cruel, baby,” he pretends to be cross. “Ok my Dio shirt and what else?”

“Nothing else,” you reply.

“So if I asked you to put your hand between those pretty little legs you’d be able to tell me how wet you are for me right now real easy?”

You do as he’d mentioned, bringing your hand down to gather your waiting slick.

“I’m really wet for you right now, Eds.”

“Good. Can you rest the phone on your shoulder or the pillow or something so both your hands are free?” he asks, doing the same thing himself as you move to follow his instructions. He holding his joint up in the air while getting a glob of lotion from the bottle on his nightstand, bringing it down to slide over the shaft of his cock. It adds a smooth glide to his motions that makes him swallow a moan.

“Something I should be doing with these two free hands, handsome?” you ask. You’re really pushing yourself here, trying to be confident in spite of the nerves. Eddie appreciate it and silently vows to make it so worth your while.

“Yeah. Take one and play with that little button I love so much. And the other one…tease your nipple with it through my shirt.”

You do as he says, rubbing circles into your clit, sending ripples of pleasure to your extremities. Your other hand presses and teases at your nipple through your shirt, making it harden from the friction of the material. You hum at the feeling and Eddie chuckles.

“Good, baby?”

“Really good. But not as good as it would have been with your hands.”

“No? Well why don’t you go and put two of those fingers inside you right now. Let’s get this show on the road, yeah?”

You slide your middle and ring fingers inside your tight entrance, finding little resistance with how wet you are. Your other hand squeezed your breast more fully as you find a rhythm moving your fingers in and out of yourself.

“What about you? Are you…jerking off?” You ask shakily. You hadn’t been joking when you’d insisted he was better at dirty talk. Eddie usually talked all night long, leaving you with no obligations beyond feeling fucking incredible, moaning, and occasionally responding with a “yes! Yes!” or a “feels so good!” when prompted.

Eddie chuckles over the phone at your attempt, but the sound makes warmth spread through your body, rather than the embarrassment you’d assumed you’d feel. Apparently you’re too turned on to feel anything other than desire for him.

“Jerking off is a little crude. I’m not exactly a horny fifteen year old here, baby,” he admonished jokingly, abandoning his joint in the near by ashtray. You can hear the shick shick shick over the phone though and your stomach swoops. Of course he’s all lubed up. You know Eddie likes it wet. “I am, however, stroking my cock to the thought of your sweet pussy.”

“Oh god,” you whisper and Eddie laughs again. Your free hand abandons your tits and comes down to play with your clit as you add a third finger into your hole. Still not enough to recreate the stretch of Eddie’s fingers, let alone his cock, but still, better than nothing.

“Mmm what did you change? What’s got you moaning like that?” Eddie prompts. You feel heat spread through your body.

“I…I added another finger,” you admit and Eddie all but growls.

“That’s what I’m talking about. I know my baby likes to be stuffed full.”

“It’s not enough, Eds,” you whine then, and his heart wrenches. His instinct to give you something, more, everything hitches in his throat and he’s fucking his fist in earnest.

“Well then what will help? You got a toy there or anything that’ll feel…I don’t know, fucking more like me?” he laughs. You let out a frustrated laugh too.

“No, I don’t have a massive dildo just laying around at my parents house, Eddie.”

Eddie groans and squeezes himself even harder to stave off the urge to cum suddenly.

“Oh fuck, say more about how my dick is massive.”

“I didn’t say your dick is massive,” you say rolling your eyes, but thrusting your fingers in and out of yourself faster nonetheless. “I was talking about a dildo -,”

“I know what you meant, baby. No need to get coy with me now.” Eddie’s voice is hoarse. He’s trying his best not to cum, but something about your desperation, the sound of your voice (and if he’s being honest with himself, probably the weed), is bringing him all the way to the brink.

“Okay you’re right,” you say, finally letting go, circling your clit with abandon and bucking your hips to meet your hand, simulating what it feels like to meet Eddie’s thrusts. “Your dick is massive and perfect and I wish I was bouncing on it right now.”

Eddie’s eyes widen.

“Ah, so you’ve been picturing yourself on top?”

“You’ve been picture yourself on top?” you counter.

“Well yeah,” he admits. “But I just needed a visual, baby. I can flip us over in my head,” he adds with humor.

“No tell me what you were thinking,” you ask, you voice suddenly quieter, strained. You’re so close, desperate to cum with him. The way he wants you.

Eddie rolls so that he’s no longer on his back, his knees now digging into the mattress. He braces himself with one hand by where your head would be if you were there, his other moving furiously up and down his cock, tugging in down strokes that would have him bucking right into your pussy.

“I’m thinking about what its like when you’re under me and I fuck you so hard, every part of you jiggles. And those tits. Fuck.”

Eddie loses himself for a moment, grunting through the feeling of fucking himself. Imagining you there with him.

“You always take me so well, Princess. You’d take me so well, huh?”

“Yeah. I’d…I’d be so good for you, Eddie,” you whimper.

“I know you would be, baby. You make it so easy to just sink right in and just…fuck. Just give you everything I’ve got.” He’s so fucking close now he can feel his balls tightening, heavy and waiting.

“I-I want it,” you whine, voice cracking.

“What do you want princess? Tell me,” he commands gently. His hips are thrusting down towards the mattress now and he’s right on the edge of combusting.

“You,” you say, your voice small. Almost silent as all of your energy and focus zeros in on the tension building in your core, ready to snap. “Fuck…want you. Wanna cum. Wanna cum so bad Eddie.”

“Cum, baby. Come on and cum for me.” His tone is desperate, and the breathlessness is what has you tipping over the edge. The sound of your quiet moans, as your walls spasm and tighten around your own fingers, is what does him in. Eddie, free to be much louder alone in his trailer, cums with a deep groan that passes over the phone lines, through your ear and directly into your cunt, making your clit pulse anew beneath your frantically rubbing fingers.

“Merry fucking Christmas to me,” he finally mutters, sounding hoarse and wrecked when he finally drops onto his back on the bed, letting his softening cock fall from his grasp, spent. He hears your weak giggle over the phone and smiles.

“Hope you get everything you want for Christmas this year, Eds,” you whisper, fondness swelling inside you and evident in your voice.

“Oh Princess,” Eddie says with a chuckle, throwing an arm over his eyes and breathing deeply to help himself settle in the come down of his high. He wishes almost bitterly that you were in his arms right now, cuddling in the afterglow, but that sound of your voice on the line and the promise of your impending return keep his heart light. “I’ve already got all I could ever ask for.”

~*~

[i4xavi]

might make a new blog?? my blog is shadow banned / hidden and idk why 😭 i wanna continue to write for xavier / other wednesday characters but i don’t want it to be hidden ): idk what to do

[lovelymoira]

season two theories ig ? about xavier

okay so back to a post i just reblogged about xavier, i want to reiterate my statement.

i believe the reason xavier didn't get much of a spotlight/arc in season 1 and was left pretty bland is because he's going to play a much bigger role in season two. let me explain.

how come every kid got their own parent/kid arc thing in that parent child episode, except xavier? all we know about his dad is that he's just this distant shitty dad yk.

and going back to the end of season two, the writers left in a statement saying that it could be someone is being manipulated by an even bigger power. implying laurel and tyler obviously are pawns to a bigger game.

that king to the pawn could quite literally be xaviers father. it hasn't been explained as to why exactly xavier had a physic connection to either wednesday or tyler, and it could be that his father has something to do with it. it would be great we get to actually explore his potential as a character with that. and not let him be bland and just be the guy with a thing for wednesday..

xavier also mentioned his father said psycic abilites are based off emotions and you can't be too attached or believe in them that often. was that just a way for his father to distract him from the fact that these visions were dead accurate? or for his father to get wednesday to stop believing in her visions or something? to fall for his plan.

so yeah, i'm looking for that hidden potential in his character but for rn, mans just isn't my fav and thats okay. he's lowkey pathetic LMFAO. but thats okay, i have hope for the guy. k bye.

[lovetorn]

percy via instagram story 18/12/22

[jkissy]

why doesn't anyone talk about THESE photos?

[i4xavi]

&&/&/&!2!!2?2

[zavithorpe]

Xavier getting freaky at some company party his dad is throwing over break to one up him and trying to get her to be super loud to embarrass his dad. He usually isn’t take charge but he has a mission. Your last post inspired me lol 🔮 also I agree about the sex painting kit he cuts out the titty imprint and puts it up in his closet tho

“Xav-“ Your voice gets caught in your throat when he forces your cunt onto his dick until you the air gets knocked out of your lungs. “Wa-Wait… wait a second,” you continue to whine, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

He’s like a madman, though, your tears only inciting him to fuck you faster and harder, legs wrapped around his middle while he grips your hips and gropes them so hard you know there will be bruises. He doesn’t even care that you’re indirectly pleading him to stop.

In that moment, you can’t help but think that he is nothing like your sweet loving boyfriend. But nothing about tonight has been anything like him, really.

He had invited you over his dad’s place during the break - the place he was forced to live in for most of the holidays. You agreed wholeheartedly because, despite the occasional banter and snarky remarks between the two, Xavier’s behavior towards you never changed.

Not until tonight at least.

You don’t know what triggered it. Could have been the stress of living under the same roof as the man he hated for weeks. Or maybe his father belittling him tonight, out of all times and places.

“My son, yeah, he’s not that reliable with his visions.” The palm he glued to Xavier’s back as a friendly pat made the boy choke on his drink. “Still gotta work on his paintings too. Can’t control them yet,” he carried on with his explanation directed at the audience of people who have been invited to the private gathering.

All of them idolized the man and were thrilled to be invited over his mansion. Bunch of sheeps, Xavier once called them.

“Isn’t that right, son?” His father continued to prod and the wicked smile on his face made you sick.

Almost as sick as it made Xavier, teeth gritting so tightly you were scared his clenched jaw was going to snap. A reassuring hand squeeze was all you could give him in such a moment.

Surprisingly, it was all he needed. The seemingly insignificant gesture was enough to make his shoulders go slack as he turned to look at you.

“Let’s go,” he murmured under his breath and you followed suit. It seemed like a matter of seconds before he started crying.

Even more surprisingly, he didn’t.

Instead, he slammed the door shut behind you and didn’t hesitate to drag you to his king sized bed. He sat you down and stood in front of you, unbuckling his belt with shaky hands and frowning the entire time. It became obvious what he wanted when he pulled his cock out and started stroking it but you still waited for him to voice it out.

“Can we? Please?” For a split of a second, he looked at you with puppy eyes that turned you into mush.

“Of course.”

You were the one who came up with the idea anyway. Whenever his dad got him angry, he could come up to you for help. It was a win-win situation.

“Clothes off,” he demanded, the tone of his voice catching you off guard and the hesitation that followed didn’t go unnoticed.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I’m just… I hate him.”

He seemed so torn you had to fight back pitiful tears. It pained you to see him like this - utterly broken by someone who didn’t get to see how bright he shone. How beautiful and kind he was.

“I know. Come here,” your murmured and pulled him down.

It only took a couple of moments and some shared kisses for you to get bare naked and bask in each other’s warmth. You pressed reassuring kisses all over his face and neck, fingers carding through his hair while he groped your ass.

He was rock hard and it didn’t help that you rubbed your pussy over his shaft, the tip of his dick sometimes latching onto your clit and making you both sigh. Despite his initial need to make this quick, he let you take your time with it.

He waited for you to put him in, watching in awe the way your pussy swallowed him whole. He hissed at the tightness, hips angling upward as he tried to stuff as much of himself as he could inside of you.

“Do you want to take it out on me, Xavi?”

Your question took him by surprise. Intrigued eyes bore into yours while he tried not to moan when you started riding him. He wasn’t sure what the right answer to your question was.

“I won’t mind. You can do whatever you want,” you reassured with a hand caressing his chest and using it as leverage to fuck yourself on top of him. The pace was slow but enough to affect him. “I’ll do anything for you. I just want to see you happy. So… tell me. Do you want to?”

“Can I?”

“Yes, dummy. I just said you can.”

The laugh you shared was full of love, just like Xavier’s heart in that moment. It was all he needed to hear before flipping you over, you back crashing onto the mattress as he dove between your parted legs.

“Can I fuck you hard?” He asked when he pushed back into cunt, hips twitching forward. He lowered his torso to kiss your mouth, all before whispering against your lips: “You can tell me if it’s too much. I’ll stop, yeah? I just… I need it.”

“You don’t have to ask,” you reassured him for the umpteenth time that night.

And yet, you didn’t expect him to stick to his words. Or maybe you didn’t anticipate the intensity. Either way, he didn’t fail to deliver exactly what you agreed on, fucking you so hard into the mattress the bed creaked and your voice increased in volume.

That’s where you’re at minutes later, his constant abuse on your cunt rendering you incapable of thinking straight. All you can do is watch him in shock - how dark his eyes are and how desperate he seems to be for you. His gaze is trained on your bouncing tits as he pounds you, loving the way they jiggle right in front of his face. The image spurs him on, his pace so brutal it brings tears to your eyes.

He doesn’t stop, not even when you plead him to wait.

“Let me have this.” Despite his seemingly careless words, he still glances at your face from time to time, just to make sure you can take it.

Every time, he comes to the same conclusion - you can take this and so much more.

“Stand up,” he demands and lets go of you, only to get out of bed and rush you to the bedroom door.

He presses your chest against it and positions himself behind your back, pushing into your gaped cunt at full force and wrapping his arm around your neck.

“Gonna make you scream, okay? I want those fuckers to hear. I want them all to hear you.” The way he says it makes your knees buckle and he uses the light chokehold he has your neck in to keep your body up straight. “Can you do that for me?”

It’s stupid that he asks when it’s obvious that you have no other choice. Not when he fucks you like this, dick carving its way in and out of your cunt while he gropes your boobs and tightens the grip on your neck. Your moans are strained because of the pressure he applies to your vocal cords and, every time he lets you breathe for a little longer, you can’t help but plead and curse.

“Xav… please. Fuck- ah, wait-“

Your begging has the opposite intended effect on him. By the time he lets go of your neck and wraps a hand around your hair, you’re a lost cause. His name escapes your lips like a mantra while he tugs on the strands, your head tilted up and back arched as he plows into you from behind. His pelvis collides with your ass with every push and it creates a lewd symphony that doesn’t go unheard by anyone attending the party.

A symphony that brings him to orgasm along with your fluttering cunt moments later. He loses it the moment you come undone and repeat his name like a broken record, body so weak and pliant he gets to use you like a rag doll until he explodes.

You can’t do much about it. You’re surprised you’re still capable of standing up, although his arms hold you in place while spurts of cum paint your walls white. You reach an arm behind to caress his hair, gently pulling on the soft strands until his orgasm subsides and he stops spamming.

After staying still and hugging you tightly from behind for a few seconds, he pulls out and softly turns you around. His lips are even softer when they press over yours.

“Was it too much?”

“Enough to make me stay here for the rest of the night. I’m too embarrassed to get out of the room.”

“Fuck them,” he laughs in return and kisses you once again. “Let’s just stay here. He’s gonna kill me when he sees me anyway.”

[natti-ice-deactivated20230308]

Y’all’s favorite white boy said “I’m a mystery like scooby doo… ruh roh” 💀💀

It lowkey goes hard tho😭

[i4xavi]

IM SO SURPRISED I DIDNT GET THE ICK LISTENING TO THIS

[asexualenjolras]

I love Xavier Thorpe. His character deserves so much better. I think people need to realise that he's written to be a slightly insecure, slightly privileged teenager that's got a childhood crush on a girl that saved his life when he was 10 years old.

Xavier has just broken it off with his long-term partner, who he thinks has been manipulating his feelings, and has a broken relationship with his distant father. After all that, in walks Wednesday Addams - who Xavier knew when life was simpler and who he hadn't seen for (we can assume) a few years.

People seem to be forgetting that Xavier and Wednesday knew each other and were friendly before the series. Their families were friendly with one another and Wednesday ended up saving his life when he was a child.

Throughout the series, Xavier doesn't hold it against Wednesday for not reciprocating his interest. He's upset that she appears to be interested in the boy that assaulted him. And then he gets further hurt when he tells Wednesday the truth about his distrust of Tyler and she brushes it off. We know Xavier is also in therapy, so it isn't a stretch to think this assault at the hands of Tyler and his friends might have been particularly traumatic for him.

Xavier isn't perfect but he is a teenage boy, at the end of the day. That's exactly how he's depicted.

We see that Xavier has very broken relationships with people, so can we blame him for wanting to reconnect with someone that was a part of his past? I certainly can't.

I think Xavier Thorpe has so much potential moving forward; he's a very interesting character. I hope the writers do him justice in season two.

[evanesins-deactivated20230706]

More percy photos!!!!!

[i4xavi]

Cock warming Xavier when he is painting is the only thing on my mind lately

it honestly sucks that xavier is so pretty when he paints

the look on concentration on his face, how his tongue peeks out of his mouth

the mess of paint all over his black tee, his gray sweats, his cheeks

you can’t help yourself from wanting your boyfriend as close as possible every moment of the day

you two had only done cockwarming once when he slept inside of you after fucking the shit of you

both of you were too tired to clean the other up, so you fell asleep like that

you didn’t even notice until you woke up with his morning wood inside of you, instinctively clenching down, which woke up him

cue morning sex. lolz

you stand up to approach him, the painter pausing his brush on the canvas to look up at you

“yeah y/n?”

you don’t really know how to vocalize this. you don’t even know if he’d approve of it, if it’d be too distracting..

“i wanna sit on you.”

“what?” he laughs at you, causing you to glare. “sorry, sorry. i don’t know what that means…”

“i want-“ you pause, suddenly feeling 10x hotter. “i wanna.. wanna sit on you. on it.”

“on it?”

“dammit xavi,” you pinch the bridge of your nose. “i wanna sit on your dick while you paint, okay?”

he looks at you like you’re crazy. “you wanna fuck me while i paint?”

“no! not fucking, i just want you… inside of me?”

he’s quiet. you can tell he’s thinking on the decision, maybe thinking back to the night he fell asleep buried deep inside of you throughout the night

“okay,” he says quietly, swallowing as he looks up at you through his eyelashes. if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was already getting hard, seeing an imprint forming in those sweats. “yeah, let’s try it.”

you sit in his lap and kiss him, the painter eagerly kissing you back as your hips start to move against his hard on. he moans out against your lips, grabbing your hips to move you swifter, quicker.

“you sure i can’t just fuck you?” he breathes out, a complete opposite from the crazy look on his face when he thought about it before.

“not this time,” you giggle, your heart growing warm at the pout he sends your way. “mm… maybe if you can stay still for twenty minutes. then i’ll let you fuck me after, yeah?”

he nods quickly, and you take this as an opportunity to remove your sweatpants, his followed suit. you’re already wet since you spent ten minutes fantasizing of this while watching him paint, and your pussy offers little resistance as you sink down on him, xavier’s head rolling back on his shoulders

“fuck,” he whimpers, leaving painted fingertips on your waist as he strokes your sides, his cock hot and warm inside of you, just how you like it. “how the fuck am i gonna last twenty minutes?”

“you can do it,” you whisper quietly, leaning as close to him as you could, peppering kisses along his long, smooth neck. “just focus.”

he struggles at first. he pushes inside of you a few times, unable to help himself and you can’t be too mean to him since he always apologizes after and blushes a darker red than before. you tease him too—clenching your pussy at random intervals, causing his paint strokes to be messy and weird looking

after ten minutes it’s nothing short of intimate. you feel relaxed with him just sitting inside of you and you can tell he feels the same—his breathing slows eventually, more focused on his painting than your pussy

“i love you,” you whisper to him, eyes drifting shut. you don’t mean to fall asleep but he makes you feel so comfortable and safe, that your brain lulls itself into slumber.

“love you too,” he responds, making you smile lazily.

“definitely fucking you when you wake up, though.”

[tulipsbymybed]

Enid Sinclair NSFW alphabet!!

Sorry for the wait! Also sorry if you don’t like it!! but don’t yell at me if you don’t

btw literally so many people asked me to do this or messaged me abt it so please appreciate it my loves

A = Aftercare, what they’re like after sex

She’s super cuddly and super affectionate. Sex is such a romantic act to her, and she wants you to know that she loves you and cares for you. Often, sex is followed by a joint bath or shower, hands always touching each other. She likes to put her hands on your hips and follow you wherever you walk around the room, and you pretty much always fall asleep spooning on nights like this. And, I mean, often her wandering hands will lead to another round in the bathroom.

B = Body part, their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s

Enid adores your hands. When you walk down the street, she’s always holding your hand, drawing patterns on it when you’re sat together, smiling at the feeling of your hand sliding along her waist or landing on her hip. She also can’t get enough of the way your hands slip under to grab her ass and push her up towards your waiting mouth, or to keep hold of her thighs when you decide you haven’t had enough of her-and don’t even get her started on when you slide two fingers into her slick heat. It makes her eyes roll back in her head. On herself, she loves when you kiss her neck. It’s a sure fire way to make her just melt in your arms if you’re maybe sat on your bad, making out and then you trail kisses down under her jaw, the column of her throat and across her neck-she can feel her panties become a mess.

C = Cum, anything to do with cum, basically

One of her favourite things to do in the whole wide world is make you cum, often around her fingers. She loves the look on your face when you makes you orgasm, delighting in the way your eyes slip shut and your lips part in a silent moan, occasionally letting slip small whimpers or gasps as she curls her fingers inside you. Though, lately, as you both discover more what you like and improve with each other, she'll find herself transfixed-dark eyes trained on the glistening place where her middle and ring finger are sliding in and out of your wet entrance; but oh when you cum like this. she can't tear her eyes away. Through your orgasmic haze you can hear a quiet moan leave her as she watches you clench around her, feels your walls squeeze her fingers as her thumb finds your clit, circling slowly to coax you through it.

D = Dirty secret, pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

She frequently finds herself thinking about what you might look like with one of her stuffed animals between your legs. When she started exploring her own body, it was a handy and effective method for her and she had a few specific ones that just felt unbelievably good she made sure to hide away. Now she finds her mind is clouded with images of you, oversized shirt drowning your figure, panties discarded somewhere, legs spread and toy between them. In her mind she's opposite you, kissing and mouthing wetly at you-she can picture the exact way you'd rut against it, gasping into her mouth when it rubs the seam of your cunt just right. She's cum a few times imagining the way your hips might stutter, and how she could grasp them, dragging you backwards and forwards until you moan and try to close your legs around the stuffed animal, orgasming because of it.

E = Experience, how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?

Enid has done a couple of things before, she had a few fumbles with Ajax etc but ultimately she felt she wanted most of her firsts to be with someone truly important to her. She is very eager, though, since her lack of experience is not for lack of want. She wants you very much and she delights in showing you that-she's also very open to admitting what she's not experienced with and what she would like to learn in order to please you. If you confess that you don't have very much experience, or none at all, she's actually pretty pleased. Not because of some "I want to be the only person to make you feel this way" (although she does take a lot of pride in being that person) it's more that she's really happy you guys are learning about yourselves together, and it makes for lots of...entertaining times between you two.

F = Favorite position, this goes without saying

Okay. She adores it when you sit on her face. I mean truly truly adores it. It's a gorgeous sight for her. It took some coaxing and convincing from her to get you to try this but god are you both glad you did; being somewhat inexperienced you were sceptical about the position, what if something went wrong? what if she didn't like it? what if you didn't like it? what if you suffocated her? what if you were too heavy? Funnily enough, all of those thoughts faded when she licked a broad stripe up your cunt, trailing up from your entrance to swirl gently around your clit. With a gasp, your body sunk down slightly resulting in the tip of her nose bumping against you-prompting some louder moans from you both. She has the vantage point of looking up to see your breasts, nipples pebbled and jiggling slightly from your movements or being grasped roughly by you, your head thrown back and mouth open in a lewd moan that makes her pulse below you. Adores, I tell you.

G = Goofy, are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.

She's a bit of both really, it's tough to say exactly because she isn't dead serious all the time when you two have sex but it's not like she's laughing every minute either. After Crackstone, moments between you two were quite serious and intimate with both of you just needing to reassure each other of your presence. However, one night you're wriggling down her body and try to pull her jeans and underwear off in one-but instead you end up just yanking her down the bed and falling off of it yourself. That sort of broke it down for you guys and it's much easier to laugh when something like that happens now, before you both go back to the main event.

H = Hair, how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.

Just before the first time you two had sex, she was so so nervous and worried that you'd be put out because she doesn't shave-of course you reassured her that it doesn't bother you either way, why should it affect you unless it's making her uncomfortable. Enid was still pretty self conscious about it, so you suggested why not leave it this time and see if she enjoys herself, and then try shaving or waxing and see if she prefers that? It's completely up to her, after all. She decided to take you up on that idea, and while she can't deny your tongue felt heavenly against her when she was bare, the growing back was too itchy and painful and decidedly not worth it. Nowadays, she tends to just shave her bikini line, and trim the rest to keep it neat and tidy. (pro tip-if you're ever going down on a girl and you get hair in your mouth, quickly lick or kiss their thigh to get rid of it without ruining the mood)

I = Intimacy, how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect

It's an incredibly romantic act for enid, she cannot fathom how people do friends with benefits or one night stands. If you don't feel anything for them whats the POINT! She always feels so close to you whenever you guys have sex, and indulges in showing you just how much she loves and appreciates you. Because of this, sex is also a lot of hand holding and eye contact for both of you-you can bet on hearing her telling you she loves you at least once during sex (usually just after you've made her cum, resulting in quite a few jokes about her only loving you for your talented tongue. She thought you were serious for a bit and panicked for some time.) and you always make sure to say it back to her.

J = Jack off, masturbation headcanon

(this is before you guys are together) She knew you didn't know what you were doing, the reaction you'd caused. You guys coordinate your outfits often, she begged you do to it frequently and it made her heart feel warm to see you both matching so well. But she didn't know you'd gotten a new skirt. A short one. It was summer, she supposed. You'd thought it would be a lovely surprise-you knew what she was wearing that day (if you aren't together in the morning she sends you a picture of what her outfit will be that day-or what will be under it sometimes) so why not wear the pretty new skirt that would match amazingly well? To Enid's credit, she did notice it was new immediately and comment on it, praising how well it suited you. But god-could you be this oblivious to how short it was? How much it rode up the back of your thighs when you tried to reach a high shelf? How she just knew if you fully bent over, she would see what she literally dreamed of seeing? You knew, a little anyway. Enough that when you guys got back to your room (thank god you didn't have a roommate), who could blame you if you just needed to get those shoes from under your bed right that second? knees on the floor, upper body under the mattress and ass so high in the air your skirt actually flipped onto your lower back. After wiggling around a bit 'trying to find' the shoes you wanted and listening to her breath hitch, you extracted yourself and went about your day. She literally can't count how many times she's gotten off thinking about just what she wished she did in that situation.

K = Kink, one or more of their kinks

If you ask her if she’s into dirty talk, she’d be shocked and tell you of course not! But it is rare that you guys have sex without her praising you, letting you know how good you feel, how well you’re doing, how beautiful you are, asking if it feels good, how much more can you take, are you gonna keep being good for her? She would also deny ever being into dacryphilia-then suddenly you’re three orgasms in and she’s telling you of course you can take another just one more just for her cause you’ve been so good for her so far and then she’s sliding another finger into you and it’s almost too much and a tear slides down your cheek as you gasp at the stretch; she’ll deny it but she can’t help but quietly moan at the fact she made you feel so good you cried.

L = Location, favorite places to do the deed

She’s a simple girl, she likes the bed. Anywhere risky and she worries too much about getting caught so she can’t enjoy it. Enid much prefers a quiet night in your room where you two can really take your time, drawing it out and giving each other as much pleasure as possible. She also very much enjoys sex in the shower and the bath-she goes a lil bit mad at the feeling of your skin slippery with soapy water. She knows it’s a cliche, but no one has to know the moment she decided she loved shower sex was the moment she saw you practically massaging your breasts covered in suds (you might have realised the effect this had on her, and spent much longer than was needed groping your tits, pinching your nipples and letting out a contented sigh as you did so-if she slid a hand between your thighs once again then who could blame her?).

M = Motivation, what turns them on, gets them going

Enid love love loves seeing you in pretty lingerie. White lace bra and panties, pink satin bralette with matching underwear, lilac silk nightdress? Her hands itch at her sides. She just wants to feel the fabric against your soft soft skin, she can smell the products you use in the shower from across the room (perks of wolfing out) and it makes her vision fuzzy, just thinking taste taste taste. Speaking of wolfing out perks though, after your first couple of times together she realised that the something she could smell was you, the mess between your thighs. She practically pounced on you right there, mind flashing back to the times you two had hung out or she'd walked past your room and smelled it. Now, sometimes you'll sit down next to her or burst through a door and it just hits her; then her thighs are squeezing together and she's calculating how much time you really need to spend around your peers.

N = No, something they wouldn’t do, turn offs

She's not hugely into bondage. Either tying you up or being tied up, it just makes her think of being tied up around the full moon. Being a werewolf, she's always fidgeting a bit, always ready to go-which is why she always seems so upbeat and energetic. There's literally an animal in her that just wants to move, so she finds it super difficult to just be tied down because of that as well. Also, a very specific kink but 'acarophilia'. This means becoming aroused from scratching someone or being scratched, but yet again it just makes her think of her wolf claws and the danger she could pose to you-never mind how much trust you're putting her. That's not to say you guys don't have rough sex; you certainly have your fair share but it comes in the form of hair pulling and some spanking...

O = Oral, preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

She really likes both to be honest, and is perfectly happy to spend an evening between your thighs or to be grinding against your tongue. When you first started trying out things with each other, neither or you really knew what you were doing but she sure had a hell of a time figuring it out. When she started giving you oral she payed close attention to all the spots that made you whine, the movements that made you clench your thighs around her head. A few sessions later, she had it down to a science and can make you cum in under two minutes if she wants to. She often doesn't though, she prefers to take her time with you, drawing it out until you're begging for her and grasping at any part of her you can reach. She is very very partial to when you two shower together, and the moments you choose to sink to your knees, pressing soft kisses to her thighs as you make your way to her centre. She indulges in combing her fingers through your hair and holding your head where she wants it in this position-Enid loves to lean back against the tiles as the water runs over you both, and look down to see your eyes trained on hers as she feels your tongue probing her entrance gently.

P = Pace, are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

She usually prefers slow and sensual, as I said before Enid just really likes to take her time with you. Again, it’s a very romantic act to her and a way of showing you just how much you mean to her, so it makes sense for her to spend time making sure both of you thoroughly enjoy yourself. Although, just because you guys are more slow and sensual-doesn’t mean you can’t be rough when you wanna. Tends to happen more in the week or so before the full moon, and she apologised profusely after each time when she saw the redness on your ass cheek, the hickeys she decorated your breasts with and the slight bruises on your hips-you tried to reassure her each time but it didn’t really get through to enid that you actually loved it until after a particularly rough round that ended with her apologising seven times in one sentence, causing you to just go “Enid, baby, I love you but you can’t seem to get it into your adorable little head that I actually like it when you’re a bit rough and ready with me. So maybe this will make it sink in-“ and you promptly pushed her legs apart, leaned in and it finally seemed to sink in four orgasms later when her legs trembled, her voice was hoarse and your sheets were pretty much ruined.

Q = Quickie, their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

As I explained above, she more likes to take her time with you. She’s certainly not going to turn down a quickie though. It does something to her when you suddenly grab her hand and pull her into an empty room or bathroom, and just beg her to help relieve that ache you keep feeling when she brushes a hand down your back. She really can’t help but smile at your eagerness and the lust painted all over your face as she pushes her fingertips along the apex of your thighs, grinning widely when she feels that telltale wet patch she loves so much. So yes; she does prefer being able to take her time with you without fear of interruption, but there’s no way she can resist kneeling before you, pushing up your skirt, hooking your panties to the side and going to town if you need it so badly.

R = Risk, are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

She’ll try most things you want to to be honest, if she doesn’t want to (eg what I said for N = no) she’ll pretty much just say she’s sorry but she’s not really comfortable doing that. But yeah most things she thinks she might as well try once, maybe it’ll end up being you guys’ favourite thing to indulge in.

S = Stamina, how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

With same sex couples it’s much easier to go for longer since it’s a lot of trading and focusing on one person then the other, but in terms of orgasms the most she’s had when you two have sex is five, but that’s pretty rare anyway. A perfect time for her is usually about two or three orgasms, otherwise she gets a bit too sensitive and it doesn’t feel so good for her anymore. The times you make her cum four or maybe five times are nearing the full moon, in some of those rougher sessions I mentioned. She’s just a lil bit more needy in that period. When you guys have a night to yourself, sex can be about an hour usually, maybe a bit longer-though it doesn’t end until you’ve come twice at least. When she’s nearing her last orgasm and it’s almost time to tap out, for some reason she hasn’t figured out yet she really loves to sit between your legs, back against your chest as you mouth at her neck and gently thrust your fingers into her. Sometimes she does think this is too much, but she can feel herself still getting even wetter when you lift her legs to rest over your knees, pushing yours out and spreading her open for you.

T = Toys, do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

She owns a vibrator that came with a small remote. She personally doesn't see the appeal of trying it with all your friends present, secretly using the remote while you attempt to remain normal-too easy to get caught/seen, and the thrill of exhibitionism is more the worry of embarrassment for her. However, when you two have a quiet evening to yourselves, Enid does like to hold the vibrator against your clit and watch your reactions as she fiddles with the remote, seeing how loud she can make you get. She also owns a slim glass dildo that has raised bumps all over it and is about 6 inches long. You two actually bought it together, and now quite a lot of the times you're intimate you end up with your face pressed into the pillow, hands gripping the bedsheets, legs together as Enid straddles the back of your thighs and slides the toy inside your soaked entrance. You both love when you're spread open for her to see in doggy style, but realised with you laying down and legs closed or crossed you're just so much tighter and christ one day she's going to go insane because of the wet noises it creates.

U = Unfair, how much they like to tease

She reaaaaaally likes to tease you. She'll move past you with a hand grazing your ass, squeeze between you and someone else and can she help it if her breasts brush yours? Sometimes she will lean over to press a kiss to your cheek but while she's there-why not whisper to you about the underwear she's wearing today? Why not tell you that she wishes you guys were anywhere else right now, anywhere she could pull your panties to the side and slide two fingers inside you?? She can smell the effect she has on you and she craves it. When you tease her, it's more wearing risqué clothes or ones you know make her think of the times she's taken them off you, or sending her sneaky pictures of the lingerie underneath. She tends to just get quiet throughout the day if you do this, distracted and just thinking about what she wants you two to do later.

V = Volume, how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

Enid isn't actually very loud when you guys have sex, it's more whimpers and whines. Although, it tends to be that when she's watching you orgasm around your toy, or feeling your cunt throb on her tongue she lets a few moans out-and is rewarded with more wetness dripping from your slit, but when you go down on her or push your fingers into her entrance she whimpers quietly instead.

W = Wild card, a random headcanon for the character

One day she wants to try using a strap on with you. But the ones she’s been looking at are the ones that can either stimulate her clit or stay inside her while you fucks you-she loves taking turns with you and the fact it means you both last longer (and she thinks, secretly, have much more fun probably) but she’d also really love to see what it would be like to experience that orgasmic pleasure in tandem with each other. The thought of pushing your thighs apart, sliding into you and leaning down to kiss you or watch as your eyes fall closed with pleasure as she feels the movement inside her as well? Heavenly.

X = X-ray, let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

Y = Yearning, how high is their sex drive?

She’s never really just woken up feeling horny, she doesn’t suddenly feel herself getting wet or turned on something has to happen or you need to do something for her to get in the mood really. That’s not to say she’s never in the mood unless you kiss her or show her how turned on you are, it can be something as simple as your skirt rising up, you licking a spoon or smiling at her a certain way but it’s never just out of the blue. She also doesn’t get turned on by anything anyone else does, you’re it for her and pretty much her only source of sexual pleasure.

Z = Zzz, how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

Enid can’t fall asleep until you’ve both cleaned yourselves up, gotten some clean clothes on, gone through the bathroom and settled into bed together. When you two decide you’re done or just can’t keep going, suddenly all she can feel is the stickiness on her skin, how sweaty she is and the hair stuck to her neck. If you really want to, she’ll lie with you for a little bit to just chill and calm down but given the choice she’d much rather you both clean yourselves up and then sleep.

[zavithorpe]

xavier thorpe x vampire gf!reader pt.4

<<pt.3

The withdrawal hit him. He’s pretty sure of it. There’s no other explanation.

There are times when he gets jittery just thinking about it - sharp fangs digging into his skin and releasing endorphins in his body. Endorphins that go straight to his dick, hard and begging for your touch.

Just like he’s begging right now, albeit under his breath while he’s lying in bed by himself. His cock is aching, tender from all the friction he’s abused it with after forcing three orgasms out of himself. He eventually stops after the fourth, falling asleep exhausted and with one thing on his mind - to get bitten by you again.

Third stall on the left, his text says and you know it’s serious judging by the lack of emojis or professions of love.

When you knock on the door he’s supposed to be in, shaky hands pull you inside. You gasp but don’t grumble about it, too concerned about his well-being to deal with anything else at the moment.

“Is everything alright?” You ask your distraught boyfriend.

“Y-Yeah. I just- I wanted to see you. I-“

“You’re scaring me, what’s going on?” Your eyes study his face carefully. He looks so pained, small beads of sweat running down his forehead and chapped lips repeatedly licked by his poked out tongue.

“No, nothing! I just-“ he takes a deep breath in, obviously trying to prepare himself for what’s coming next. It alerts you even more. “Please just bite me again. I can’t take it anymore. I know you don’t wanna do it too often but it’s been long enough and I can’t take it anymore I just want-“

“Hey, hey… calm down. Calm down, okay?” You interrupt his rambling, relieved and concerned at the same time.

Thank god it’s nothing too serious. Although it does concern you how obsessed he’s become with this. It shouldn’t be normal for someone to be so desperate to be hurt like that. Used like that. You can’t help but wonder if something is wrong with your venom. Or him for the matter.

“You just want me to bite you?” When he nods, you feel compelled to ask: “Why?”

“That’s all I can think about.”

He’s not lying. You can tell by the way he silently pleads, dilated pupils boring into yours.

“Right here?”

When he nods again, you sigh in return.

It’s hard to say no to Xavier. Especially when he’s giving you that lust-driven look and acts as if he’s on the brink of the death if you don’t give in right then and there.

“I don’t like to hurt you, angel,” you murmur, the sincerity in your voice driving him insane.

He pulls you closer, arm looping around your waist until your chest is flush against his. Your hand comes up to his neck, feeling his rapid pulse and stroking the most prominent vein.

“Are you sure about this?”

“How many times do I have to tell you? I swear you are not hurting me. I think… I think I’m addicted. I don’t know. I don’t care. I just need it. It feels too good.”

“How good?” You taunt, chuckling and pecking his plump lips before he gets the chance to answer.

“So good. You have no idea,” he whispers, your voices hushed the entire time. You’re in a public space after all.

“I think I might.” Judging by the boner nudging your tummy, you’re pretty sure you have an idea about how good that feels for him.

Fuck it, who are you to deny yourselves of such great pleasure?

“Okay, then. But I’ll only do it once, alright? And no more for a while after this.” As you talk, your hand is slowly pulling his zipper down before revealing his hard cock.

He sighs when your fingers wrap around his throbbing shaft, lashes fluttering rapidly as he tries to hold back a pathetic moan. He’s already getting way too excited.

“Give me your neck, Xavi,” you instruct and he agrees immediately.

It’s a bit of an awkward position, your heels in the air as you tip-toe to reach him. His knees are slightly bent as you rub his cock and he cranes his head, neck exposed and ready to be bitten into.

You lap at the spot and, then, your fangs snap out and dig into his skin. His hips stutter and buck into your fist when the initial pain hits him. He loves the way your fangs pierce his skin more than anything else but he’s even more obsessed with the way your venom enters his bloodstream and relaxes him completely. Like his own personal drug.

You’re not far from sharing the sentiment, your boyfriend’s blood being so sweet and addictive it’s always so hard to pull away. It takes you a few seconds of sucking before you eventually force yourself to put an end to the eminent pleasure.

He’s already dazed, heavy eyelids fluttering shut for a few seconds before he glances back at the bloody mess smeared all over your mouth and chin. He dives in immediately, licking and kissing every little inch painted red. He moans as he does so, his hand encompassing yours and he forces you to stroke him faster.

“Thank you, fuck, thank you. That was so good,” he mumbles against your mouth and you can’t help but laugh until your teeth clash.

“Sit down.”

Your soft but demanding voice has him obliging immediately and he sits down, not giving a shit about his pants touching the presumably dirty toilet seat. Instead, he is focused on your next move, foggy brain trying to make something out of what you’re trying to do. He’s always so slow right after being bitten that he doesn’t realize you’re about to fuck him.

It only becomes clear when your skirt is hoisted up and you use the free hand to push your panties to the side and take him in. He groans when your warmth starts hugging his cock, moans erupting from his throat with every inch that’s getting swallowed up by your cunt. His arms fly to your ass immediately, groping it as he stares at you in awe.

“Gonna fuck me in here?”

“Unless you don’t me want to,” you laugh, slowly picking up a pace.

“God… p-please.” You’re certain he wants you to.

You’re both struggling to stay quiet, though, aware that someone else might want to use the restroom at any given moment. You’ve been in the clear so far so, you dare to pick up the pace, bouncing your ass faster and harder until the skin slaps against his pant-clad legs. He moans and whimpers the entire time, so lost in pleasure he can’t even form coherent sentences.

It only gets worse when you start tugging on his hair. He hisses at the pain but his cock throbs every time you do it - that’s how much of a sucker he is for having his pair pulled. And he doesn’t know it yet but you have a reason for pulling so hard on his soft strands.

It becomes obvious only when you angle his head and reveal the unscathed side of his neck.

“Mhm, yes… do it,” he pleads under his breath, suddenly aware of your plan.

You bite him again and he groans so loud you’re scared the entire building might be able to hear him. It’s only for a short while and your movements are halted, mind preoccupied on drawing sweet blood instead. You can feel Xavier’s fingertips digging into your asscheeks as you do so.

When you’re done and pull away, you share a short-lived smile that is followed by scrunched faces when you start bouncing again. However, his stamina has obviously been affected by the two bites in a row because it takes less than a minute before he explodes.

You don’t get to cum and, much to Xavier’s surprise and embarrassment, you don’t even mind. You’ve reduced your boyfriend to a blabbering mess, his chest heaving and arms holding you tight to his body. His softening dick is still buried inside your warmth and you know there’s going to be a leaking mess but, for now, it doesn’t even matter. All that matters is that your boyfriend is happy.

He surely seems to be right now, head cradled to your chest as you’re planning on keeping him there until he gets some strength back.

[i4xavi]

THE FACT THAT HES ADDICTED TO IT AHHHHSUSSEEMK

[zavithorpe]

this isn’t a suggestion at all but an insane thought: psychic reader gf x bf xavier where they’re sleeping together and somehow reader picks up xavier’s wet dream and it’s like a lucid wet dream together

wet dream / xavier thorpe x psychic!gf reader

It’s not the first time you do this. In fact, it’s become a routine at this point. Every time you don’t get to spend too much time together due to busy schedules, Xavier makes it his mission to sneak inside your bedroom.

Your roommate is well aware of it but always turns a blind eye, pretending to be deep into slumber while your boyfriend attempts to be quiet when sliding under the covers next to you.

It’s more of a failed attempt to be silent in all honesty, his weight causing your bed to squeak and he always scrunches his face at his own commotion. Complete disastrous attempt by the time you start cuddling and whispering.

“Missed you,” he murmurs and you peck his lips in return. “Did I wake you up?”

“Yeah but it’s okay. Let’s just sleep,” you respond in a soft whisper, face inches away from your boyfriend’s. “I don’t want to wake her up,” your voice is even more hushed when mentioning your poor roommate who has to put up with this.

“Right. Sleep tight, love you.”

“Love you too, good night.”

The kiss you share is followed by your weight dipping into the mattress as you shift around until your back is turned to him. His arm finds its way around your waist immediately, shoulder blades digging into his chest as you perform your sleep ritual. He nuzzles his face in your hair and falls asleep like that, your scent lulling him into a deep slumber. You follow him shortly after, pressing your cheek against his hand until everything becomes a blur.

Next thing you know, you’re in the nearby forest. You look around and realize it’s daylight, the rays of sun arrowing through the path to Xavier’s shed. You know the way there like the back of your hand and so, you keep on walking with confidence, albeit slightly confused as to why you’re here right now.

And then, you spot none other than your boyfriend. His tall frame is towering over something - or is it someone? - and it seems like he’s keeping the mysterious thing trapped between his body and a balding tree.

You’re intrigued and take a few more steps forward, only to determine that the mysterious shadow belongs to you. You’re the one he’s cornering and it seems like his lips are desperately pressing over every inch of your neck.

“What are we doing here?” You ask in a daze, baffled that you get to watch yourself being intimate with your boyfriend from an objective point of view.

Xavier stops and turns around, the shock written all over his face. He does a double take and tries to find you against the tree once again but that version of you has disappeared and all he’s left with is this new version of you.

“I think you’ve entered my dream.”

“Oh…” is all you can say, still shaken up and trying to put the pieces together. “Are we dreaming?”

“It felt real but then you showed up right behind me while we were kissing so uh… yeah. I think we are.” He doesn’t seem too convinced but it’s the only logical explanation.

You’re not that reassured either and so, you both stand in silence for a few moments.

“We were kissing in your dream,” you ponder, slowly coming to terms with the fact that none of this is real. “ Is that what you dream about?”

“Sometimes,” he admits bashfully, eyes trained on the ground. “Most of the times.”

“Is that all we do?” You prod, loving the way his cheeks turn pink.

“Not… really. But sometimes yeah.”

“Why are we here though?”

“Not sure but… I mean, we talked about doing it here one day. And I think it stuck with me.” This time, he laughs.

“It sure did,” you reciprocate the laugh, pointing at the bulge in his pants. He’s obviously gotten worked up. “Need some help with that?”

“Uh… yes, please.” Always so polite.

Without further ado, you close the gap between your bodies and pull him in for a kiss. He accepts it without missing a beat, strong hands holding you in place as your tongue explores his mouth. At the same time, you touch his crotch, rubbing his hard dick through his pants and he moans at the contact.

You drop to your knees moments later and he bites his bottom lip in anticipation, watching you intently and awaiting your next move. You flash him a smile as you unbuckle his pants, zipper flying down seconds before you pull his throbbing dick out. The breeze of fresh air hitting his penis makes him shiver and it shocks him to realize how real this feels despite dreaming.

He doesn’t get to mull over it, though, because you’re quick to take his mind off it by licking the swollen tip of his cock. He sighs and gains purchase on your hair, softly pulling on the roots as he silently begs for more. You comply and envelop his dick around the warmth of your mouth, doe eyes staring into his lust-filled ones as you do.

“Mhm, keep going,” he encourages, hips giving a slight forward push that makes your mouth accept more of him in.

Your tongue gets in the mix eventually, licking the underside of his cock while you move your lips back and forth. He’s on cloud nine, grunting and softly guiding your head with the gentle grip he has on your hair.

“Shit, d-don’t,” he pleads once your cheeks hollow and it feels like you’re sucking the life out of him. “Don’t wanna cum now,” he explains but it doesn’t help that you start laughing.

The vibrations makes his cock throb inside your mouth and he forces himself to pull out, although he’s now pouting at the lack of warmth.

“Come here,” is all he says as he guides you back on your feet and against the tree.

Just like when you’ve first entered his dream, he’s got you trapped between his body and the trunk of the tree. This time, however, his pants and boxers are down to his ankles and his hard cock is pushing against your body. The friction is not enough but he still rubs the pre-cum leaking tip against your clothes, desperate to get some relief while you kiss. His mission, however, is to get you at least partially naked so he eventually ditches his dry-hump session in favor of better things.

It takes a few seconds that feel like an eternity but you’re eventually free of your pants and panties, lower part bare and enticing Xavier to play with. Which is exactly what he does, fingers dipping between your folds and teasing your hole as you kiss.

“Just… fuck me,” you plead between kisses and he’s never obliged to something quicker.

His knees bend just slightly and he helps one of your legs around his thigh as he rubs the pink tip of his cock against your sopping entry. He looks at you like he always does, awaiting the silent confirmation your eyes are going to give him before he slips right in.

“Oh god,” he mumbles, always so affected by the way your cunt hugs his dick perfectly.

It’s always so warm and tight he has to take a moment to process it. Even when he’s dreaming, apparently.

He starts moving eventually, hips rocking into yours as he starts fucking you with languid thrusts. Your stare into each other’s soul as he does so, eyes keen on keeping the contact. It’s like you’re communicating without words and both of you are saying just how incredible this whole thing is, although Xavier is the first one to verbally acknowledge it.

“I can’t believe you’re in my dream.”

“Me neither.”

The smile you share is short-lived because he soon picks up the pace and you can’t help but furrow your brows in pleasure, getting lost in the way he fucks you. He gets lost in watching you, so entranced by your pretty face scrunching and your tight cunt squeezing him in with every push.

“Turn around.”

You comply once he takes his dick out, catching a glimpse of his hand stroking the length before you face the tree. Your back arches, heels above the ground as you stand on the tip of your toes and wait for him to fill you up against.

He doesn’t fail to do so, cock pushing inside your fucked out hole from behind. It feels so good he stumbles forward, forehead resting against the back of your head as he resumes his pace.

He’s taking his time with it, though, refusing to fuck you hard and fast. It’s not like he’s slacking either but he opts for deep and slow thrusts this time, wanting to savor the moment entirely.

“Feels so good,” he mumbles, hands sneaking up to your breasts. He kneads them between his fingers and uses the grip he has to push you onto his dick.

His thrusts become more erratic as the moments pass by, your ass slapping against his pelvis repeatedly with every harsh push. You can tell that he’s getting close judging by the way he pants behind and babbles uncontrollably, a number of expletives and mentions of your name being whispered in your ear.

And so, you decide to help one of his hands down to your pussy, guiding his fingers over your clit. He takes the hint immediately and starts stroking the bundle of nerves, causing you to fuck yourself against him in return.

He’s dangerously close to cumming at this point but refrains himself from doing so, forcing himself to focus on your pleasure for now. It doesn’t take too long anyway. Only a few moments of stroking is what you need before your cunt starts gripping his shaft unbearably tight.

When your body starts thrashing in his hold, he keeps his dick buried deep inside of you and prevents your knees from giving out. He’s there to help you through it all, never ceasing the friction applied to your clit as you orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re- shit, it’s… tight. You’re squeezing me so tight,” he heaves, teeth gritted as he tries with all his might not to cum

He holds himself back enough for your orgasm to start subsiding and, then, his pace picks up again and he’s ramming into you. He uses your still fluttering cunt to get himself to the edge, thrusting into you a few more times until his hips freeze and he gets to cum.

“Fuck…” he groans when pulling his dick out moments after, the sensitivity making it impossible not to whine about it.

“Let me clean you up.”

The wicked smile on his face prevents you from objecting and you watch him kneel in front of you and hoisting your leg up. The last thing you remember is his tongue lapping at your cum-filled hole.

“Are you awake?” Your boyfriend’s voice brings you back to reality.

You open your eyes half-heartedly, frowning at the sun rays blocking your vision so early in the morning.

“‘am now.” Your grumpy voice makes his heart flutter.

When your eyes open and meet his, you know this wasn’t just a dream of yours. Judging by the way you look at him, he comes to the same conclusion.

“I was thinking maybe we can take a walk later? Through the woods?”

“I was thinking the same.”

[i4xavi]

Hiii! Can I request something with Xavier where the reader and him are really close friends and reader is super sleep deprived and falls asleep on him while they're hanging out. Like his reaction and stuff?

<33

THIS IS SO CUTE STLPP

— sleeping beauty.

— synopsis: you fall asleep hanging out with xavier.

— warnings: none <3

“earth to y/n…”

your eyes blink open when you hear two loud snaps in front of your face, blinking rapidly at the sight of your green eyed best friend in front of you, his eyes narrowed.

“did you hear anything i just said?”

you shrug sheepishly and xavier groans, going off again about how his art project shouldn’t have gotten fifth place in the class.

xavier had been your best friend for years, ever since you were ten. you watched him grow up, go from pudgy to lean and tall with hair longer than you could’ve imagined. he had the period all kids his age did where he was arrogant and snooty, but that part of him was long gone—all he was now was your sweet, charismatic best friend who was currently talking your ear off.

safe to say over the past few nights you hadn’t been getting that much sleep. being a dancer, you stayed up late practicing after already getting off the phone with xavier near twelve in the morning. you thought you were fine at first, but it was really taking its toll; proven by the way you could barely listen to xavier’s story.

“but the paint strokes were—you know what, let’s do something else,” xavier huffed and you looked at him worriedly as he placed a ps5 controller in your lap. “i thought you would be on my side with this.”

“i am!” you pleaded, scooting to sit so close to him your arms touched. you did this whenever you needed to see if he was truly upset at you—if he was, he would jerk his arm away and move. if he wasn’t, he would stay put, focusing on whatever it was he was doing.

he did as you expected—stayed put, looking down at you with a half grin. “then why are you slobbering off while i’m proving my case to you?”

“i’m just tired,” you sighed, placing your head on his shoulder as he pulled up the new call of duty game. “haven’t been sleeping too well.”

“huh? why? am i keeping you on the phone for too long?”

“no, it’s not that,” you shook your head. “just dance stuff.”

“hmm,” he hummed to himself, clicking multiplayer and selecting a bunch of NPCs since you sucked horribly at playing against other people. “screw dance. game with me all night and feel better.”

you smiled up at him as the game started, and instantly you both got into your competitive mode, even though you were on the same team. as always. you thought it would keep your attention but you felt your attention waving, brain begging for you to nap, just for a little bit.

so you did. after a couple of minutes your fingers stopped fiddling the buttons, your eyes closed slowly—and you passed out completely on your best friend’s shoulder.

“y/n, come on,” xavier whispered, not looking towards you. when he caught your idle character be shot at by an enemy, he went to turn and shake your shoulder, but your body dropped down against his mattress, not moving at all.

“are you serious?” he asked incredulously, laughing quietly in amusement. he stopped the game and placed the controllers away, you being asleep during the entire thing.

“alright, cmere sleeping beauty.” he whispered to your form, his arms sliding underneath your body with ease to bring you further up his mattress. you were already drooling and he couldn’t resist to take a picture, sending it to you for when you woke up.

he covered your body in the blankets and slid in next to you, the taller boy wide awake at this point and not wanting to watch you sleep. however, he knew that you needed it and wouldn’t disturb you—especially not when your body stretched out to his unconsciously, wrapping your arms around his hips and staying there.

his heart fluttered. he had always found you cute, but this was next level.

“goodnight, y/n.” he whispered to you, already making a plan in his head of how he was going to ask you out tomorrow.

[i4xavi]

MORE SMUTTY HEADCANNONS FOR XAVIER I BEGGGGG

ur wish is my command 💆

ALWAYS has music on when you fuck. he gets too shy when it’s quiet

has always had the dream of fucking you to do i wanna know? by arctic monkeys

i hc that he’s a boobs over ass guy. idk why i just do

you always catch him staring at the way your tits bounce when you’re riding him

so you pull him close to your chest, and his mouth attaches to your nipples like a magnet

really enjoys being close to you during sex

i think his favorite positions are missionary, you riding him, or bear hugging you

i think he’s a switch, but i don’t see him as a hard dom at all

he’s too soft for you to be too harsh with you

he can be a little intense when he’s jealous or anger, but that’s it

however, if you wanna tie him up and slap him around a little…

he would gladly let you 🤲🏽.

if you tease him throughout the day

whispering how much you want him in his ear, hand on his inner thigh, back hugging him

he won’t even WAIT until the school day is over. he wants to fuck in the bathrooms and that’s just that.

i think he’d be into buying you lingerie sometimes

he would be blushing, playing with his sleeves as you stare down at the victoria’s secret box on his bed

“y-you don’t have to take it, if it makes you uncomfortable or something. i just thought it’d be pretty on you.”

you open the box and there lies a dark blue bra and panty set, lacy and cute

“that’s it?” you ask him, raising your eyebrows. “of course i’ll wear this for you baby.”

seeing you in underwear he bought you just makes him so fucking hard

would want you to pose for him while he draws you in it tbh

would also spend hours fucking you in it lol