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About: In this alternate universe, you and Xavier are engaged, living together, and may be ready to start a family.
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: P in V sex, no condom, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, family planning, baby talk.
Living together with your fiancé had its benefits. Like lazy evenings watching Netflix and munching on popcorn, to romantic dinners planned and executed on your terrace. But the best nights were those that were unplanned.
Xavier would come home after teaching his art class for kids, and move into his studio, where he’d sketch and paint until you came home from your day job. The minute he heard the front door to your apartment close, his head would poke out the door, a giant grin on his face.
Today is no different.
“Hi, beautiful.” He says, wiping the graphite off his hands with a rag. “How was your day?”
You drop your purse onto the table by the door, along with your keys while kicking off your shoes.
“Tiring. I’m glad to be home.” You complain, and he tosses the rag down and moves out of the spare room, coming to give you a kiss.
His lips are soft against yours, and his nearness brings a calming energy. It slides peacefully throughout your body as his lips meld with yours. Your hands move to his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist.
“D’you wanna talk about it?” He whispers against your lips, and you just shake your head, chasing his lips with your own.
You kiss him for a few more minutes, just relishing in the closeness and uninterrupted time together, before pulling away.
“I just missed you. How was your class this morning? Was it more fingerpainting?” You ask, and Xavier takes your hand, kissing the glittering ring adorned on your ring finger before answering.
“I missed you too. The class went alright. Billy spilled an entire can of red paint down the front of his smock. The four-year-olds did fingerpainting. The older kids are working on collages from magazine cut-outs.” He explains, and you start to move away from him towards your small kitchen.
You reach up and start to take out your earrings, ready to get comfortable. You open the fridge and grab a water and a couple grapes, popping the fruit into your mouth before turning back to him.
“I have dinner in the Crockpot.” He murmurs softly, his eyes full of adoration for the woman standing in front of him. “Should be ready in an hour. We had to use up that chicken.”
You nod and crack open the water bottle, taking a swig before setting it down on the table and pecking his lips gently.
“Thank you, Xav.” You rest your forehead against his for a moment. “How are your visions? Still bugging you?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry that I left you all alone in bed this morning. Just had to sketch one out.” He sighs gently and his nose bumps against yours. “Seeing different things now.”
“Like what?” You ask, curiosity blooming inside of you. He hesitates for a minute, which puzzles you. “Hey, you can tell me. You know I won’t judge you.”
At your words, he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, almost like he’s embarrassed for feeling nervous.
“I can show you if you’d like.”
Xavier leads you into the spare room, his studio, and goes over to one of his easels. He grabs the sheet covering it and looks at you for a moment.
“You’re sure you want to see it?” He asks, still a little nervous, not being able to help himself.
“I promise, Xavier. It’s fine.” You assure him, reaching out for his free hand and squeezing it encouragingly.
He pulls on the fabric and it drops. You can’t help but stare at the large portrait, stunned.
In the center of the canvas, in almost life-like realism, is a baby. Draped in a blanket, his wide eyes stare back at you, a resemblance of a smile on his lips. You’re quiet for a long time, so long that Xavier’s anxiety begins to gnaw at him.
“Sweetheart.” He manages, your eyes still locked on the piece. “My love, I-“
“Make him move?” Your voice is soft, and Xavier doesn’t move at first, not until you tear your gaze away to look into his eyes. “Please?”
Your fiancé lifts his hand then, and the baby makes a hiccupping motion, coming to life and laughing voicelessly. Your features soften as you watch it on repeat, until Xavier’s hand comes down, to grip your chin now so he can look into your eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“It’s a baby.” You murmur softly, cheeks turning pink. “Our baby?”
Xavier nods, his stomach flipping, unable to read you. Unsure if you’re okay, or if this has made you uncomfortable.
“He has your eyes.” The corners of Xavier’s mouth turn up a little into a small smile at the thought.
“And your lips and nose.” You finish, eyes locked on his.
“Are you okay?” He asks again, this time letting go of your face to rub at your upper arms. “I didn’t scare you, did I?”
“No. But I’m afraid I’m about to scare you.” You shake your head and then look down at your feet.
His eyebrows crease in confusion, and he slides his hands down your arms to grip your fingers with his.
“What are you talking about?” He inquires, squeezing your hands gently.
“I want a baby.”
“I know you want children, sweetheart, we’ve talked about it. I want them too.” He cocks his head to the side and stares at you.
“No, Xav. I want one now.”
His eyes widen, almost bulging as he realizes what you’re saying. He drops your hands in shock and lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. You bite your lower lip at his reaction, it being your turn to feel anxiety as your fiancé tries to grasp exactly what this means.
When he doesn’t respond after a few moments, you turn back to the canvas, cheeks flamed and embarrassment pitting in your stomach and starting to grow. Though once you turn away, it pulls Xavier out of his surprised state. He moves so he’s behind you, tugging you into his chest. His hand slides down over your stomach and he rubs it gently.
“I can give you a baby if you’re serious, sweetheart.” He whispers in your ear, his breath hot and wet against your lobe. “You are serious, right?”
You nod wordlessly, and Xavier hums, starting to suck on the skin behind your ear gently. His hand slides down, undoing the button on your pants so he can push his hand into your panties. His fingers find your clit and slowly begin to rub slowly.
“Are..are you sure?” You ask, your eyelids fluttering a little, enjoying how his cold fingers press against you. “Are you sure you want this?”
“I want everything with you.” He starts to kiss down your neck, sucking and biting as he goes, and at his words, you turn around in his arms.
His eyes sparkle as they look into yours, and you reach up, smoothing his hair away from his face. Then your lips find his, kissing him deeply, a need for him growing in your lower stomach, pooling between your legs. You begin to ache for him, a whimper sounding against his lips. He pulls back for a moment, a grin on his face.
“I’m gonna take care of you. Gonna give you a baby.” He mumbles, his hand coming up from your pants to grip your hip and pull your pants down completely, panties included.
Xavier drops to his knees then, his eyes full of faux innocence as he gazes up at you. His hands move to your butt, squeezing a little more roughly as he leans in and starts to suck on your clit. Your mouth falls open, your hands moving to the hair at the back of his head and holding on tight as he devours you. He groans against your slick heat, his tongue moving to press inside of you and slurp loudly. He grips the back of your thighs with his large hands tightly. Xavier’s tongue then moves to your clit again, flicking and teasing it.
“Xavier, oh my god.” You whimper, pulling at his hair a little, grinding his mouth against you a little.
“Such a pretty pussy.” He murmurs, pulling back, and bringing his hand up to cup you. “It’s gonna look so good stretched around me.”
Xavier stands now, his fingers rubbing sweetly at your clit, and you let out a soft whine at the loss of his mouth on you.
“I know, sweetheart.” He coos softly and undoes his pants, shoving them down to his ankles. He sits back, bare on the stool next to his easel. His hand slides down to grip the base of his cock, pumping a couple of times. “Come sit on it.”
“Gonna give me a baby?” You ask as you climb into his lap.
Your shirt-laden top rubs against his, and his free hand comes up under your shirt to squeeze a breast.
“I’m gonna give you everything.” He promises, and at his words, you sink down onto his cock. “Holy fuck, I love you so much.”
Your cunt is stretched around his hard cock, as you press down until you’re sitting in his lap. Xavier moans, one hand squeezing your chest, and the fingers of his other hand flexing against your hip as he holds you tightly. He squeezes you slightly and pulls you down right to himself.
"I love you too." Your voice is low and heady, your cheeks and chest flushed. "So, so much."
When your hips fully meet, and he’s as deep as he can get, you let out another whimper. Your hands move into the hair at the back of his head, and you tug him in for a sloppy kiss. Shifting your hips slightly, the tug of his cock against your walls causes you both to groan. Xavier sucks on your lower lip for a moment, before digging his teeth in slightly and tugging. With a soft grunt, you rock your hips in a slow roll against his, testing out the position. His lips travel from yours down your throat, and both of his hands now move to your hips, to help you rock at an even pace.
Your hips rock firmly now, the stool beneath you creaking with each swipe. Your chests press together as he holds you closer to himself like he can't get close enough; like he wants to merge into one.
"I love you...I love you...Fuck, I love you." He repeats like a mantra against your lips, and you repeat it when you can, your voices soft and broken up by moans and whimpers.
The pace stays slow and deep, and you can feel his tip pressing firmly against the spot inside you that makes your toes curl. With every rock, his dick strikes the spot, and soon you’re seeing stars. The way your walls tighten around Xavier every time has his brain stuttering, and his chest heaving as it presses against yours.
When you finally cum, Xavier is just barely holding back his orgasm, pushing up into you as best he can, his fingers having moved down to roll over your clit to pull the most intense orgasm out of you. His cock twitches inside of you, and his stomach sucks in, his hands tightening on your waist as he empties his balls inside of you not too long after. Xavier’s mouth finds yours and he kisses you messily, all tongue and teeth and panting as he fills your dripping cunt.
You rock lazily until the last of the aftershocks leave both of your bodies, and you stay put, leaning your chest against his, your head on his shoulder. Basking in his warmth and his closeness. He breathes you in, his fingers trailing up and down your back. You stay cuddled like that, in pure, comfortable silence, for a long time until he speaks.
“You gotta lay down or something, don’t you?” Xavier asks, cocking his head to the side. “Hips up towards the sun or something…”
“I-“ You let out a chuckle, leaning back to look into his face. You feel his cum start to drip out of you, down the sides of his length as he begins to soften inside of you. “You’re not wrong, but I want this to happen naturally. Let’s just keep ditching the condoms, and we know it’ll happen. Eventually.”
Xavier hums in agreement, kissing the side of your head. Your gaze is drawn back to the painting now, and his head turns to see what has caught your attention.
"You know, I was thinking...if it's a boy-"
“We’re not naming him Ajax.” You say firmly, almost as if you can read his thoughts, and Xavier’s cheeks flame red.
“Come on, how cute would that be? Little Ajax Thorpe.” He protests, “Named after his godfather.”
“We might as well name him Thing.” You tease him, and he grins wide, almost evilly.
“Thing Thorpe. Has a ring to it.”
“We’re not naming our son, Thing, Xavier.” You exclaim, and your boyfriend just laughs at your flaming cheeks.
“You’re the one who brought it up-“
“No, just no. I’d rather have Ajax.” You roll your eyes, but Xavier takes this as a win, grinning wide and squeezing your hips excitedly.
“That’s our little boy. Our little Ajax.” He pulls you flush against his chest again, and you roll your eyes again, beginning to grin slowly.
“Oh, no. Seems like you’ve lost your naming privileges.”
“But that’s not fair!” Xavier pouts, and you press a kiss to his nose.
About: Two best friends made a promise to never hook up with each other. But under the influence of pot mixed with skinny-dipping, will they be able to keep the promise from all those years ago?
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: P in V sex, no condom, water sex (ew never do this irl you can catch diseases), dirty talk, under the influence of pot, smoking.
“Shh, Xavier. You’re going to get us caught.” You giggle, your best friend coughing loudly from where you sit on the beach.
The two of you had snuck out of your dorms after curfew, stolen a canoe, and rowed over to the island so you could smoke a little weed in peace without the possibility of being caught. And Xavier was a little bitch when it came to smoking anything.
Xavier brings the joint back up to his lips and takes a deep drag into his lungs. He pulls it from his mouth and coughs again, smoke spilling from his lips uncontrollably.
“Don’t breathe in so deeply, moron.” You take it from him and roll your eyes. “You don’t smoke enough. You have to build your stamina. You’re not Ajax.”
“I smoke with Ajax all the time!” He protests, little coughs still coming out of his mouth around his words.
You take a drag easily, blowing the smoke in the opposite direction away from him.
“Once every two weeks isn’t enough, Xav.” You grin and take one more puff before passing it back to him.
“Well, it messes with my visions.” He whines, and you turn and blow your smoke at him. He fake-scoffs. “How rude.”
“You love me.”
“You’re lucky I do.” He puffs and coughs again. “Otherwise I’d kick your ass.”
“As if. God, if Weems doesn’t catch us, it’ll be a miracle.” You sigh and crack a small smile, giggling again at your best friend. His green eyes land on you, skirting over your form before looking back at you, pupils dilated from just a few puffs. He starts to laugh then, and you raise an eyebrow. “What’s so funny, wise guy?”
“You….I don’t know.” He says after a moment, blushing bright red, not able to really remember or put it into words.
You let out a snort at how faded he is already and cover your mouth quickly. That causes both of you to erupt into cackles now, and you nab the joint from him.
Taking a couple more drags, you start to feel the peaceful high take over more. The two of you finish the joint, teasing each other and just vibing in the sand. Comfortable, just like it’s always been between you two.
Suddenly, your lanky partner-in-crime is standing, tugging his shirt over his head. His skin is pale in the moonlight, almost glowing. Your brows furrow in confusion, and he starts to undo his pants.
“Woah, what are you doing there?” You exclaim, leaning back.
“I’m going into the lake.”
“The water is probably freezing!” You grime, looking up at him in disbelief.
“Who cares. Come on!” He tugs down his pants, standing there in his underwear. “Don’t be lame.”
“I’m not lame.” You say firmly, standing up now. “I’m far from lame.”
“Prove it.” He taunts you, and you pull your shirt off, and unclip your bra, letting it fall to the ground.
His eyes widen as he takes in the sight in front of him. You chuckle, moving your fingers into the band of your sweatpants.
“What, Thorpe? Never seen a pair of tits before?” It’s your turn to taunt him now. He blushes and looks away. “Ever heard of skinny-dipping?”
You bring your pants down and hook your thumbs into your panties, bringing them down as well.
Xavier avoids looking at you again, his brain swimming due to the pot and being in the near vicinity of your naked body. You move towards the lake with purpose.
“Who’s lame now? Are you coming or not?” You let out a little squeal at the cold water hitting your shins, but you push through, wading in deeper. Xavier hurries to push his boxers down and follow you into the water. He leans down, gathering some water and splashing you. “You did not just do that!”
You splash him right back, now up to your chest in the water. You start to swim away from him, deeper into the water, and head towards the dock before laying on your back and floating. Xavier swims out to you easily, his long limbs making him catch up in no time. He grabs your hand and starts to float too, his hair sprawling out around his head. You both stare up at the stars, minds spinning and time slowing around you. You don’t know how long you lay like that, but when you look over at Xavier, he’s already gazing at you, obviously checking you out.
“Like what you see, Xav?” You tease him, expecting him to fake-gag like usual.
“Yeah, actually. I like it a lot.”
You blanch, doing a double-take. Your cheeks heat then, and it travels down your chest, flushing against your skin.
“You can’t say shit like that, Xavier.” You say after a minute. “We promised.”
“What if we broke it? Nothing would change.” He stands now, the water up to his neck.
You tread water, too short to reach the murky floor.
“Everything would change. Stop playing with me.” You swim closer to the dock now, and Xavier follows, grabbing your waist and tugging you against him. “Let me go!”
“Fuck. You’re so stubborn.” He complains, letting go of you immediately. “You’re saying you don’t want me?”
“I didn’t say that.” Xavier quiets down at that and reaches out with one hand to push your wet hair away from your face. “We just promised-“
“We were fourteen!” Xavier interjects, persistent. “We didn’t know shit.”
“But-“
“No buts. I want you.” In the moonlight, you can see how high he truly is, but you can feel the sincerity of his words. He reaches with his other hand, and he cups both of your cheeks. “You hear me? I want you.”
“I want you too.” Your voice is soft and hesitant, but you can’t help but lean into his touch.
Xavier leans in slowly and kisses you then, his lips pliant and soft against yours. The first kiss is brief, and he pulls away for a moment to wrap an arm around you and pull your body close to his before kissing you again. This kiss is deeper, and it drags a moan from your throat. Kissing him felt comfortable, which surprised you. It felt like you’d been kissing him for years.
His tongue presses into your mouth, and you press your chest against his. He holds you up, knowing you can’t stand so deep in the water, and you wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel his cock, already hard against you with need, and you reach between you two in the water to stroke him. A strangled moan sounds against your lips, and you grin, pulling away to look into his eyes.
“Feel good?”
“Feels fucking amazing.” He groans, his hips bucking towards your hand. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”
Your lips trail down his jaw and you can feel his hands cupping your butt, squeezing roughly. Then he holds you with one hand, his other moving to cup your core. You let out a soft whimper, a needy ache starting to burn within you. You start to throb, as Xavier slides his fingers through your folds. They land on your clit, and he starts to rub you enthusiastically. You throw your head back and moan his name, giving him access to run his tongue down your neck and suck at your pulse point.
“P-Put it in, fuck, I can’t wait.” You say, not wanting to tease anymore. Having wanted him for so long. “Please, Xav.”
He moves his hand, reaching down to grip himself at the base, and guiding himself to your entrance. He presses his tip in, earning an appreciative groan from you, but it’s not enough. Not until you feel him press further inside of you, to the hilt.
Xavier’s eyes almost roll back when he feels how deep he is inside of you, and your walls squeezing him. The stretch does the same for you, and you’re speechless, panting against his shoulder, nails digging into his back. He tries to move you to thrust, but it’s hard underneath the water, and he tries for more leverage, slipping in the slick mud. He goes down into the water, spluttering, and you follow.
You’re both spitting water out as you come to the surface.
“Fuck, Xavier!” You complain, and he’s embarrassed now, trying to pull you close again. “No. Not here.”
“Come on, then.” He moves towards the dock, gripping the edge and hoisting himself up.
He holds out a hand and pulls you up onto the harsh wooden floor. When you’re on dry land, you immediately push him onto his back and climb into his lap. You sink down onto his cock easily, earning a desperate groan from him. Wasting no time, you bounce on his length, the sensations made even more intense by your remaining high. Xavier curses low in his throat, his back arching a little as he tries to press up into you. His hands come up to your breasts, squeezing them firmly, his thumbs rubbing your nipples. Then he pinches them and moves to sit up a little. He wraps his arm around you and leans down to suck on one of your nipples, still pinching and tugging on the other.
“So fucking beautiful.” He mumbles before biting the one he’s teasing. “Fucking perfect tits bouncing in my fucking face.”
You know you won’t last much longer, enjoying how obsessed he is with your chest, his mouth moving to the other one now.
Your legs begin to shake around him and your hand moves to your clit, desperately seeking another high. You can feel it just around the corner, building up higher and higher until you’re clenching around his cock, walls spasming as you cum for him. He grunts and whimpers against your chest, still massaging you.
“Wanna-fuck…Wanna fuck your tits.” He manages, and when you come down from your high, you pull off him, moving to lay on your back now.
He eagerly straddles your stomach, his cock leaking precum now, his tip an angry purple. Just the thought of your perfect breasts surrounding his cock makes his balls tighten. He knows he won’t last long.
He reaches down and presses your chest together around his cock, not caring at all about the size, but just turned on by how perfect they are for him. He starts to thrust upwards towards your chin, already right on the edge. Needy whimpers spill from his lips as his hips pick up speed instantly, rutting again and again against your chest.
“Fuck, baby. Gonna cum all over you.” He promises, not noticing how your hand has gone back down to your clit, rubbing desperately, almost to a second orgasm. “So fucking pretty.”
You lose it again just as he does, your back arching and presenting your chest for him more as he coats it with rope after rope of his hot seed. It oozes down your chest, dripping off your nipples, and he can’t help but lean down to lick them clean.
“Xavier, holy shit.” You groan, laying back, spent against the wooden dock beneath you.
“I know.” He laughs and climbs off of you on shaky legs. He lays next to you, pulling you in for a kiss. “Trust me.”
“You know I do.” Your voice is soft, and you hesitate for a minute. “We’re good, right?”
“More than good.” He assures you, and you rest your chin on his chest.
You lay there together, just basking in the afterglow under the moonlight for a few minutes before the chilly air washes over your water and sweat drenched skin. Xavier notices you shiver, and he stands up, pulling you to your feet.
“I think I got a sliver in my ass.” He complains after a moment, walking with you hand in hand towards the beach.
“Won’t be the only thing stuck up there.” You come back, a smirk on your face.
“Watch it.” But he’s laughing, wrapping an arm around your shoulders fondly and stopping at your clothes piles in the sand.
“How about next time we don’t try to fuck in a lake?” You ask while sliding your shirt on, and Xavier just laughs, continuing to get dressed.
“Don’t worry. Next time I’ll make every effort to impress. Rose petals, candles. I’ll woo you.” He grins, shaking the water out of his hair.
“Shut up.” You push his shoulder, pulling on your sweatpants again.
“Make me.” He counters, crossing his arms over his chest.
Summary: Wet dreams, smutty, angst, Xav gets beaten up and his mural trashed, miscommunication, Xav and Val being stupid, fluff if you squint.
His eyes roamed hungrily over her naked body, her form advancing on him slowly, tentative steps light against the floorboards. This sight was familiar to him by now, yet every time he got to see her like this, he could not take his eyes off of her.
He felt his own body heat up as she got on the bed, her knees brushing his shoulders at each side of his head.
His fingers found their way to her thighs, gliding along the warm skin, almost feeling their softness as he then dug into them greedily, kneading the supple flesh all the way up to her buttcheeks.
She positioned herself, hovering her hips over his face and he felt his mouth water. Her cunt, pink and pretty, with that gorgeous little clit of hers, was full on display right before his eyes.
He felt her fingers slide into his hair and he tore his eyes away from her pussy with great difficulty, only to glide up over her body. With her breasts heaving with anticipation, her face framed with her long, light brown hair and her lower lip in between her teeth, he didn't know where to look, she was too dazzling. Just as his eyes met hers, she spoke, her voice playful even now.
"Am not gonna stop until you make me cum."
And her cunt pressed against his mouth, his nose digging into her clit as she ground her hips on his face, making him breathless with need. His tongue lapped her up hungrily, her taste almost reaching his senses. He groaned into her, holding her against him with one hand, as the other flew down to grip his cock, which was now throbbing on his abdomen. This surely wasn't real. This was too good to be true.
And he was right. Just as he toyed with her clit, letting it repeatedly slide from in between his lips as he sucked on it, she moaned his name and he felt her creamy juices leak down his mouth as she came undone with his name like a prayer on her lips. Her voice was like music to his ears, so wonderful in fact, that he felt himself cum because of this, his fist working his cock in erratic movements as he spurted ropes and ropes of seed over his abdomen. But then he felt this weird, uncomfortable sensation of wet material against his dick and his eyes flew open.
His dorm room was quiet, with an occasional snore from the other side of the room. Rowan was fast asleep, thankfully unaware of Xavier's accident this time.
Dreams like this have haunted him almost every day now. Every single evening, since the god forsaken Poe Cup, he knew he would dream about her - but he would be lying if he said he didn't look forward to it. Yet every single morning, before Rowan could actually see him, he had to lock himself in his bathroom to desperately try to wash off the shame he felt whenever he did cum in them. Whenever he didn't, it wasn't any less embarrassing though. His hot and throbbing morning wood got tugged mercilessly by his large, trembling fist clasped around it, while the pictures of Val were displayed on his phone - usually the most recent Instagram ones. He desperately tried not to make a sound over the steady hum of running water. It was successfully drowning out the quiet sounds of him jerking off but wouldn't do with him moaning her name. He did find out about that the hard way too.
He couldn't stand the proximity now. He had to get away from her, put any distance in between them for him to function without the brain haze.
The dreams flashed before his eyes every time she was near him and he could not keep excusing himself to the bathroom without it starting to look suspicious. So, he took on avoiding her the best he could, for his own sanity. And it turned out to be far more difficult to execute than he thought it would be. Seeing her obviously hurt and confused expression every time he basically ran away whenever she approached him didn't escape him. He was basically pushing away the person he longed for - but this was for the best. He couldn't make a fool out of himself in his dreams. She wouldn't reject him in his dreams. And she most definitely would not want anything more than being friends with him. Not when she was hanging out with that vampire guy from the other boys' dorm more and more.
As the time went on, he didn't know how to get out of the hole he dug himself into. Each passing day, the pit he got stuck in was getting deeper and deeper, as he now didn't have to actively avoid Val. She had been doing it for him since the last rooftop party. The one he had fled in panic when he noticed her wearing the dress that she repeatedly wore in his most recent dreams. The ones in which he held her tight against his chest, as they swayed to the slow music playing in the darkened room. The ones in which he looked down at her smiling up at him with adoration, making his heart stutter. He could not help himself but kiss her every time, making her curiously dark eyes flutter shut as their lips melted together. This felt so right until the moment he woke up, alone, with a weird mixture of pleasant, yet painful tightness around his heart.
The dream flashed before his eyes as he stood with Ajax and Kent outside of the Foreign Beasts and Legends classroom, listening to their conversation about Val. Kent could not explain what exactly made her leave so suddenly, yet he was insisting her eyes being all weird and dark all of a sudden. She didn't have dark eyes. At least not in the real world.
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The Outreach Day was definitely not going to be Val’s favourite thing. Weems came up with the whole schtick to “improve the Outcast-Normie relations”. It didn’t really seem to really work, given the glares she got from the very few people around her as she wiped down the tables after the morning rush hour. But at least she got to look seemingly normal - she was assigned to the Weathervane cafe, unlike Enid and Yoko, who were sent off to the Pilgrim World and she could not help herself but laugh at the ridiculous costumes they got to wear.
She noticed Xavier setting up the painting equipment not that far away from the cafe when she used the last minutes of her freedom to talk to Cameron, a new guy friend she made some time ago through Yoko. She could now see Xavier from one of the windows near the counters, if she leaned into the glass well enough. His long figure was now stretched on top of a ladder as he swiftly moved his lanky arms, brush gliding almost effortlessly against the brick wall as he was finishing a rough outline. The mural he was supposed to paint as a task in celebration for commemorating the Outreach Day was the only task that didn't consist of either serving customers or making a fool out of yourself in that god forsaken theme park. At least one of the poor souls was going to be enjoying themselves today, she thought, watching Xavier's long legs hit the floor as he jumped off of the last step of the ladder and was now assessing his work. His hand repeatedly bushed through his hair, only to tie the top half of it in a bun. She felt tingling in the lower back, observing his paint-stained forearms move.
"Hey, I'm gonna take a breather now, okay?" Val looked over at her shift manager.
"Ten minutes, no more. We have some stocking up to do."
With a coffee to go and a sandwich in a paper bag, she got out of the shop just to stop right outside the glass door. Her mind was now at war with itself. Should she go talk to him? Confront him about his weirdo behaviour? He clearly didn't want to talk to her anymore but she still couldn't figure out why. What did she do that made him so avoidant, she couldn't recall for the life of her…
well, there was the Poe Cup, uh, 'incident'. But at the time he didn't look particularly mad about it, quite the opposite. Sounded pleased too. When he commented on her picture - it still made her stupidly giddy when she thought about it. But then, no talking, no hanging out, just likes on insta. What did that mean then, Enid?
She took a deep breath and decided to at least try to talk to him. If he would tell her to sod right off, at least she would have him cornered and could force the reason out of him before she would comply. With a heavy but determined heart, she strode towards the tall figure.
"Hi."
Xavier jumped, blinking at her reached out hands, offering him breakfast.
"Thought you might want to eat something."
He took it, his long, paint stained fingers brushing hers and she noticed her heart skipped a beat. It was a weird thing and it took her by surprise. Her body never reacted this way to him. Why was it now?
"M'sorry." Xavier’s low voice rang out, startling her out of her thoughts. She noticed she was staring at him, frowning. "You know, for being an ass for those past weeks and all."
She felt as if a heavy weight was being lifted off of her shoulders.
"Why?" A simple word came out, a bit harsher than she anticipated. "Did I do something wrong?"
He rubbed his neck sheepishly, a light tint creeping up on his cheekbones.
"Ah, uhm, no. No, you didn't. It's just, I needed to think." When she looked at him quizzically, her eyebrow raised in a not so convinced expression, he chuckled nervously. "Okay, I know it sounds sketchy but I seriously did. And… was a bit, uh, embarrassed too."
"About what?" She laughed now, the ridiculousness of the explanation getting the better of her. The hell he needed to be away from her to think? His laughter followed suit.
"Y'know…" Xavier’s face was now burning, as he shifted in place, looking at her from underneath his eyelashes. He had really long eyelashes, Val noticed. "The Poe Cup? And the forest, uh, thing?"
His hand was back at his neck, rubbing it tentatively after he brushed loose strands of hair out of his face. He seemed to be weighing his words.
"And I, uh… I-it was a nice thing."
Val felt the heat trickle down her back now as she gawked at him, her own face going pink now.
"Oh." She managed to voice out. She most certainly did find that situation 'nice'. But hearing him basically admit to liking what happened… Her eyes followed Xavier's hands as he went for a sip of the coffee, a tiny smirk on his lips. "Well, now you made me speechless, Thorpe."
He sputtered, choking on the hot drink.
"And you owe me breakfast someday." She winked at him, before she could stop herself and turned around to face her shift manager waving at her to come back. With one last glance at him, she smiled a soft smile. "I missed you."
She could swear she heard him let out a shaky breath and a quiet voice followed.
"I missed you too."
***
By the time the late afternoon rush rolled in, Xavier came to the cafe at least a dozen times. To use a bathroom, to order another coffee, to charge his phone up, to order another drink, to muse over the pastries, to have yet another coffee - and for every single order he placed, he made sure Val was the one serving him. There was no time to chat however, the customers kept rolling in and out of the shop, leaving a lot of tables to tend to after they had their orders. But the way Xavier's green eyes glided along her face made her skin pleasantly twinge with… with what, exactly? She couldn't quite put her finger on it. But it gave her a pleasant, fuzzy feeling in her chest.
The amount of work didn't leave her time to ponder over the newfound weird sensations however. It also made her a bit snappy at the customers who got a bit too friendly with her - and the tip jar showed it.
"It's a part of the job, so suck it up, buttercup."
So, she was now standing next to a group of loud guys acting as if they owned the place and the staff. The way they ogled her with those overly cocky grins made her feel the breakfast rise to her throat. But, just as she was told by her co-worker, she sucked it up and flashed a wide, fake smile that didn't reach her eyes at them, asking what they would like to order. She regretted the way she formulated the question the second it left her mouth.
"Are you on the menu tho?" One of the gang said and all of them snickered like a bunch of kids. She gave him a bored look that said 'I am not getting paid enough for this', trying really hard not to roll her eyes at that. She noticed his curly hair and a pretty face - he would be handsome if not for the disgusting words that were leaving his mouth right now.
"Good one, Tyler."
They literally patted him on the back, she groaned internally. The bell over the door let out a ding and the tall and lanky form of Xavier entered the shop again. She could not help herself but give him a small smile, welcoming the distraction. He returned it, settled himself two tables down from where the group was, facing her and watched her with his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Yea, cuz we wanna know how much for you for one night, girl."
She noticed a hand come towards her ass from the side and she swiftly smacked it with the empty tray she was holding. Her heart was pounding now, anger mixed with fear coursing through her veins.
"Auch, bitch!"
"I am going to come back when you decide to take it seriously." She forced through gritted teeth and before they could say something more, she was at Xavier's side, rolling her eyes.
"Remind me, why do I hate customer service again?"
He gave her a reassuring smile.
"Not much left. We will be back in our dorms soon. I am also almost finished with the mural, I can come back here to keep you company if you want to."
"Not much of my patience left, though. I would love to get out of here and check your work out."
She exhaled and leaned over the table, making Xavier stiffen visibly.
"Am not gonna bite you, don't worry." She laughed but then the hushed voices reached her ears.
"She's one of the weirdos."
"I knew there was something off about her. Look at the hair, all green and shit."
"Would fuck the weird out of her, still. Would pull at that hair."
"Look at that loser. Is he her boyfriend or something?"
"Since when does it stop you, Greg?"
"Yea no, he wishes he would do her tho. Look at him."
Her eyes snapped back to Xavier's and her heart sunk to the floor. He heard them too. His fists were clenched hard on top of the table, she could see his jaw twitch with every other sentence, the guys' voices not even hushed at this point.
"The fuck does he think he is?"
With the sudden force Xavier stood up with, he would most likely flip the table over if Val wasn't leaning over it. His body was tense, she noticed a slight tremble of his fingers when they unclenched as he shot his arm out for his jacket. His eyes were oddly bright when he looked at her, towering over her, when she grabbed his hand.
"Need to go."
He didn't sound like himself again. It was almost like when he started to avoid her, his voice strained and tense with his gaze unfocused.
"Hey." Val spoke quietly. She reached up towards his face slowly and brushed a strand of hair that escaped his half up, half down hairdo, behind his ear. She wasn't sure what to say to him now, how to console him, reassure him, so she went with the first thing that came to her mind. "I'll call you when I get off, 'kay?"
The air in the cafe seemed to stiffen. Val watched, as Xavier went out in a few long strides without another word. Her hair stood on end the moment his presence was gone from the cafe and an uneasy feeling settled its burning, vile weight in the pit of her stomach, extending its tendrils all the way up to her throat.
She didn't like the way the guys heads turned, as they too watched the tall figure of Xavier go back towards his assignment. She didn't like the now hushed tones, the conversation animated but dying down instantly whenever she passed the guys' table, only to start back up again when she was out of earshot. It got even more unnerving, when they finally got out. Val kept glancing at the group, standing right outside the glass door to the cafe, clearly arguing about something. The curly haired one - Tyler - shaking his head at the most vocal one. Greg or what's his name?
"Zamoyski. Stop slacking."
Shift manager snapped her fingers at her and pointed towards the array of glass that needed wiping. With a sigh, Val turned her gaze away from the group with great difficulty, picked up the rag and went on with the work, trying with all her might to ignore the unsettling feeling, still clawing at her throat.
***
Her heart stopped for what felt like hours. She was frozen in place, mind completely blank, almost as if she got stoned. A loud ringing in her ears followed, overtaking her hearing, drowning out the customer's voice. She felt as if a bucket of ice cold water got dumped over her head, sending her body into a numb stupor. Her eyes wide and unblinking, were stuck on the scene unfolding outside, underneath the mural. She watched the fist collide with Xavier's head again, making his head snap to the side.
"No."
The ear piercing sound of shattering glass reverberated in the room, as the tray slipped out of Val's hand. She was out of the cafe in seconds, not hearing the angry shouts of her shift manager. She had to get to Xavier. She had to get to him, fast.
***
"Yo, freak, what's up?"
Xavier looked down over his shoulder from up the ladder he was perched on. A group of four guys, the town head normies, approached him. They were standing close to the ladder now, way too close for his liking. He scoffed and turned back towards the mural, gliding the paintbrush over the Nevermore's logo he had almost finished. Maybe ignoring them would make them go away.
"I asked you something."
He ignored the taunting that ensued. They were not worth his time. He wanted to get this mural over with and finally go back to his dorm. But then he heard a loud clatter and he felt paint splash his side. They threw one of the cans against the painting, ruining the Jericho side he had already done and he felt anger rush to his head. Hours of work, gone.
"The fuck you're doing?" He shouted.
"Nice friend you've got over there. She yours? Nah, how would she like a freak like you."
"Fuck off!"
"Uuh, the abomination is getting pissy."
"Yeah, Thorpe, behave. Wouldn't want to have that giant bitch put you to detention… with a little help of course." Tyler leaned against one of the ladder legs.
"Get lost, you fuckers." Xavier seethed. And it was a bad decision.
The ladder got kicked out from underneath him in a blink of an eye and his side collided with the hard concrete with a loud crunching sound. A searing pain shoot through his wrist, all the way up to his collarbone, making him yelp. It was surely sprained at least, he could not bear to move his fingers without wincing. He heard laughter and a pair of hands yanked his arms back, the pain blinding him momentarily as he strained, whining. The hand throbbed with hot jolts but then, another one of the guys yanked him upwards by his jacket. Through bleary eyes he saw the mayor's son, before his fist collided with his nose and tears sprung underneath his eyelids. Hot liquid spurted out, covering his mouth in thick, coppery layer. He spat out what got into his mouth and winced.
"Not barking much now, fucker?"
"Luke, Greg, come on." Tyler's voice rang out but was ignored, as another punch collided with Xavier's jaw. And then another one. And another. Then a kick to his stomach knocked the air out of his lungs. He keeled over, as much as he could and coughed, blood spraying the concrete.
"Guys–"
"Stop being such a fucking wimp, Galpin."
An uppercut threw Xavier's head up. He felt blood inside his mouth now.
"This would teach you some manners, freak."
When another punch after punch landed onto the side of his head, his mind started to go fuzzy. He felt his eye swell but barely registered anything besides the overwhelming pain. He thought he heared a familiar female voice scream his name from afar. Valerye?
"Stop it!"
"Thorpe, your girlfriend came to your rescue. How pathetic, a girl ha– aaaaah!"
He fell to the ground, yelling out in pain as he fell right on top of his injured hand, the pain blinding him again. He thought he heared one of the guys falling to the ground beside him and a commotion, as they scurried, their voices now scared.
"Leave him alone!"
This was Val's voice. He would recognise it anywhere… but there was something different about it now. Something unsettling, almost otherworldly, sharp and jagged. And the fury that laced it made his hairs stand on end.
"What the fuck? What the fuck is that freak, the fucking eyes?!"
"Fucking demon!"
Xavier peeled his eyes open as much as he could. He could make out Val's figure standing between him and the group, that was assaulting him just seconds before. Her back was towards him, her shoulders squared and tense. Her body seemed to be curiously sharp around the edges. He thought her hands were black, almost as if she dipped them in paint and he blinked repeatedly, trying to make the tears go away so he could see better.
"Run. Away." She snarled. And they did, their voices audibly scared. But when she turned to face him, grey eyes met his and the terror twisted her soft features, as she fell to her knees at his side.
"Xavier," she breathed. "Can you hear me?"
***
He was a mess. His hair was clumped together with red, sticking to his beaten up face. Half of it was turning purple, where one of the guys repeatedly hit him. She fumbled with her apron, yanking it off and pressing the material against his nose. He winced and she noticed blood staining his teeth too.
"It's okay, sweetie. It's okay, it's over. They're gone. It's over now. Hold on. Don't move. Shit, your hand…"
She felt panic starting to engulf her and thankfully she heared footsteps behind her. When she whipped her head around, she saw Ajax and Bianca amongst other normies finally catching wind of what was going on. She yelled for them.
"Go find Weems! Or anyone! Please!"
"I'm okay–"
Ajax sprinted towards the town's centre. Bianca was now near her and Val heard her curse loudly and she pulled out her phone. Ambulance.
"Xavier, lay down." Val pushed against Xavier's chest lightly to prevent him from moving. "You're not okay. You're far from okay. Please."
His green eyes were unfocused but firmly locked onto her face.
"Why'd they call you that?"
"What?"
"The demon… something. Thing."
"They've messed you up pretty bad, you must've heard things wrong."
"...you've got pretty eyes."
She shook her head, exasperation making her lips twitch slightly.
"You're seriously delirious now, Thorpe. You're complimenting me in person."
He closed his eyes, laying his head on the ground with a hiss.
"Should do more often."
Val had to avert her eyes from him now, the fuzzy feeling in her chest now mixing with the fear she felt for his wellbeing.
"Just… lay down, okay? The paramedics are here. You're gonna be okay."
She wondered if he truly was this delirious to say things he didn't really mean, as she watched him being wheeled into the ambulance. And the thought of this possibility hurt her.
The Golden Bugs have won, just as everyone expected them to. It didn't help Enid to feel better about it, however when Val and Yoko invited her to join their celebratory skinny dipping, she immediately went back to her giddy self - and a talkative one. Before they could shush her, Kent was at Yoko's side, asking about the details.
"No dudes allowed, sorry Kent. All girls night-out."
Val's attention however was swiftly turned from the conversation. She watched Xavier's team finally get out of their boat. His lanky posture was slumped slightly, head low as he whispered animatedly with Ajax, gesturing wildly about something. He then lifted his eyes and found hers on him, she suddenly felt heat creep up her neck. She could feel him in between her legs again, her heart picking up the pace.
"What's wrong?" Yoko looked at her, lips pursed in a slightly worried expression. "I can feel your heartbeat in the air."
"S'nothing."
She timidly waved her fingers at him, smiling a little and then her breath hitched in her throat as she watched him turn towards her.
"Uh-huh."
She missed the unconvinced expression she gave her, too preoccupied with how Xavier was getting closer and closer to where they stood. But then she felt a hand on her elbow and she got dragged by Enid towards the school. Was it a curse or a blessing, she wasn't sure. But she was sure of one thing - for the very first time in years she might not know what to say.
***
The water was pleasantly cold on her skin as she slowly walked into the lake, her clothes discarded on the shore along with the rest. She watched in awe, how Bianca and Divina splashed their long, glittery tails, making Yoko yell in exasperation as she got drenched before she could jump in from the dock.
The water was also her second nature, closely intertwined with her family. It was a basis for her bloodline - for the creature she was. And she felt a sting of sadness pierce her chest at this thought, as she was now treading the water with her fingers absentmindedly. Her mother's warning replayed in her mind, clear as if she stood right beside her.
You can't tell anyone who we are. People do not like our kind, even among the outcasts. They might want to hurt you if they find out. The prejudice is with us from generations and we live in a patriarchal world, do not forget that. We've been hunted since ancient times. If anyone finds out, it's gonna be trouble not only for you but for the rest of our family as well. Think before you speak. Principal Weems would only be able to cover for us if we do not let our tongues loose.
The water twirled into the air in thin, delicate flow, forming abstract shapes in front of her face as her mind flashed with the faces of her family - her mother, aunts and grandmothers. There was not a single man in her family that she knew of and supposedly wasn't there for a long time. Her own father disappeared one day, as her mother told her, not particularly saddened by the fact her husband vanished into thin air one morning.
A loud squeal made Val jump, the water dancing in the air splashed back into the lake. She didn't notice Enid right by her side and she wondered how long had she been there.
"Oh my god, what are you? You totally are a witch, right? Cuz this is magic, right? Or abilities? What are yours called? I've never seen such a cool thing, I mean, can you do bigger things with it? Or what else can you do? Can you do like my face out of that?"
Val cursed in her mind as the rest of the girls were now with them too, drawn by the sudden burst of excitement from Enid.
"Yeah, what type of an outcast are you? You've never actually told us."
This was bad. Downright, insanely bad.
"Well… I, uh, I think I might have some affinity with water? But I'm still figuring it out, to be honest. They are still quite new." She chuckled, rubbing her neck nervously.
This wasn't entirely a lie. She did still learn about herself and the powers she held - they manifested not that long ago, when she still lived in her home country. But with all the sudden move from the other side of the world left her a bit out of the circle when it came to proper education. That's why the new subject was implemented - on her mother's request. But the lie was still there, underneath the surface. She knew exactly what she was, what her family was. And she could not tell a soul.
"What about those green glints? I thought you had glitter stuck in your hair but now, seeing it up close I'm sure it isn't that." Bianca swam closer to her, her fingers brushing through Val's hair.
"It's so cool! I'd love to have sparkly hair, like, all the time!"
"This runs in my family actually. Great when you try to hide in the bushes, let me tell you this much. What about you two, do all the sirens have such an interesting eye colour?"
***
Xavier's dorm room was quiet now, him and Ajax both sitting on his bed as they mulled things over. The fact his friend was having dreams, or visions, about the girl he had never met before fucked with Ajax’s mind - and Xavier looked equally perplexed himself. They had ruled out the possibility of her jinxing him, as she did not know him before the dreams started, and from what Xavier remembered, it was somewhat around the summer break. She could even still be on a different continent back then.
“So… I think I kinda like her.” Xavier shifted, a sudden embarrassment overcoming him at hearing himself saying those words out loud. And when Ajax let out a breathy chuckle, he felt the heat spread down his neck.
“Ye, we noticed.”
“Wh- We?”
“You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, dude. And today? Whew.” Ajax wiggled his eyebrows at him. He groaned, falling back onto his bed with a flop.
“Shut up.”
“T’was quite a thing, you know.”
“Shut. Up.”
“Bet you dreamed about it in a different setting-”
“Oh my fucking god, if you don’t shut up, I swear-” Xavier moved to kick Ajax in the shin but missed, as his best friend stood up suddenly, phone in his hand. His eyes widened and a grin spread across his features.
“Check this out. Enid made Val make an Insta. Whoa, and there’s a pic from their skinny-dip already too.”
The way Xavier fumbled, hands rummaging the bedsheets for his phone, earned him another burst of laughter from his friend. Ajax then had to duck to avoid a pillow flying towards his face and it narrowly missed him.
“Fuck you then, I’m not gonna send you the username.”
“Asshole.”
He did send it. And when Xavier opened it, excited, he was sure his heart would almost jump out of his chest with the way it was banging against his ribs. His eyes roamed over the picture again, taking in every detail, every inch of her skin that wasn’t covered with a towel. Her playful expression, the one he liked seeing so much, was present on her face with her cloudy grey eyes squinting slightly at the camera. Her hair damp, hung loosely around her face in messy waves. He then let out a small gasp as he noticed the green glints in it, clear as day, captured in the photo.
Here was his final proof. It truly was her plaguing his nights almost every single day. And it made him feel lightheaded.
“So. What are you gonna do about it?” Seeing the dazed expression on Xavier’s face, Ajax added. “About Val?”
A long, heavy sigh deflated Xavier’s chest before he answered.
“I… I honestly don’t know.”
“Whaddya mean you don’t know? You like her.”
“Yeah.” A smile crept up on his face only to falter a second later.
“So what are you waiting for?”
“Dunno. She might not like me back like that. Why would she? I mean, she could have anyone so…”
“Then make a move, bro. Before someone else does.”
“Well now look who’s talking.” Xavier bit back, swiftly steering the conversation away from him. “Have you asked Enid out already? No?”
“Fuck you, dude.”
Before he could react, his phone got snatched out of his palm and Ajax typed furiously on it.
“Hey, the hell are you doing?” Xavier’s eyes went wide with panic, as he saw the Instagram logo still on the screen. No, he wouldn’t, he couldn’t…
The way Ajax smiled made his blood run cold. He snatched the phone back from his hands and his eyes laid on the comment that wasn’t there seconds before.
. xavv whoa 😳 i’m speechless
He stared at the letters, dumbfounded. He wouldn’t be able to look her in the face next time he sees her. He needed to delete it right now, before anyone would see this-
> . 3nid_sclrr OH MY GODD
“No need to thank me.” Came Ajax’s smug voice from over the desk.
And Xavier felt a sudden, little rush of confidence, as his thumb hovered over the screen. Fuck it, he thought, and tapped the picture twice.
***
He stood in the middle of the forest again, jester costume on his body and he frowned, confused. Didn’t the Poe Cup already happen?
“Finders, keepers.” Val’s voice came to him, the odd feeling getting stronger - he felt as if this happened already. His eyes darted up and he let out a small gasp. Val stood before him in that black, tight catsuit, her eyes level with his, clutching his team’s flag behind her back. The top of it was comically hovering over her head.
Everything except her felt blurry, the edges of the forest seemed to disappear into a fog of some kind and it dawned on him - he was dreaming.
“Catch me if you can, then.”
He ran after her, leaves crunching under his heavy footfalls, excitement firing up in his stomach. He remembered what happened next. He caught her, snatching her in the middle and they both fell onto the ground, Val twisting him around and tickling him, mercilessly, as he bucked underneath her, trying to get her hands away from him. But this time, he wasn’t so adamant about getting her off of him. He waited, his breath shallow, as his body tingled with warm sparks of desire. He knew he was hard already. He remembered he was then too. And he remembered what was to come next.
He bucked his hips up, impatient, and was rewarded with her pussy pressed against his bulge. It made him moan, the delicious sensation sending heat waves through his back and chest. His eyes were wide, burning into Val’s. He gripped her thighs desperately, fingernails digging into her flesh, praying she would move like she did then. And she did roll her hips over him, making another pleasured sound come out of his throat, as his muscles tensed - he was desperate for more.
His eyes fluttered shut, afraid that the wonderful image he had before his eyes would turn into smoke if he stared too much. He waited, feeling her still pressed against him but unmoving.
“Xavier.”
His head snapped up, shocked to hear her voice, clear as day - and demanding.
“Look at me.”
His mouth fell open, blush creeping up his face as he felt her hips moving again, grinding against his hard-on, sending waves of pleasure through him. The way she looked him in his eyes, her gaze heavy and intense, caused a desperate whine to fall from his lips and he grabbed at her hips, trying to push her faster and harder against himself. In the back of his head was a nagging thought this could end any second now and he was desperate for more, desperate to get the most out of it before it ended.
“Please.” He whimpered, his cock now feeling uncomfortable in his pants.
“Please what? Use your words, Xavier.” The playful smirk on her lips made him dizzy and he felt the dream start to slowly slip away from him. His face burned with embarrassment at how his voice was going to sound out loud. But he had to do this.
“Please fuck me, Val. Please. Want to be inside you, so badly. Please.”
He had trouble focusing on her form now but stared in awe at her cunt sinking down his throbbing length, wrapping around him all the way down to the base of his dick and she rested against his abdomen with a moan that almost sent him over the edge, and he realised he could feel her more than during his previous dreams - or were they visions? But the thought flew right out of his mind when she grabbed his face and he felt his eyes roll back as she started to rock her hips against him, squeezing him so wonderfully with her fluttering hole.
“No. Look at me.”
His hips stuttered as he now could not help himself but to rut upwards, pushing himself harder and deeper inside Val, loud groans falling repeatedly from his lips. His eyes obediently trained on her face, making him feel almost bashful at how he was ordered around by her and how much he liked it. But this was just a dream. A dream that he felt was dissolving at the corners of his vision, making him blinded with burning need.
“Oh my god, Val.”
The pace now feral, he moaned out loud as he watched her bounce on his dick, wet sounds echoing in his head. Her body felt hot under his palms that groped her flesh in a feverish manner, begging silently in his head for the dream not to vanish just yet. The contours of her body began to blur.
“Eyes on me. Watch me, watch me cum. You’re making me cum, Xavier.”
“Yes, oh god, yes.”
“Xavier. Xavier, oh god, Xavier…”
His eyes wide, mouth parted, his face contorted into a pained expression as he felt the lust fire up in his core, spreading through his entire body. His sweet release was rushing to the surface, he could feel it. He was so close, he could feel her cunt was about to spasm around his length. So wonderfully close.
“Xavier.”
Her voice was weird now, almost as if doubled. His body shook slightly, despite him not feeling his muscles do that. He saw Val’s face contort into a blissful delight as she threw her head back, repeatedly impaling herself onto him.
“Xavier.”
She didn’t move her mouth, but his name repeatedly sounded inside his head. What was going on? He gritted his teeth, feeling he was about to be pushed past the point of no return, just as her pussy started clenching.
“Xavier!”
He jolted upwards with a groan, feeling the hair stick to his sweaty, flushed skin. The sheets slid off of his form, only to pool around his knees as he sat up and blinked repeatedly, the dream edging away from his eyes. He felt his cock throb, threatening to spill any second now as he still felt the faint squeezes around it and his abdomen flexed desperately.
“Xavier, are you okay? You were trashing and moaning like crazy, did you have a nightmare? Are you alright?”
Rowan looked positively frightened at the ragged breaths Xavier was now taking. Tears were prickling the corner of his eyes as he felt his tip leak, wetting the fabric of his underwear stretched over his painful erection. His roommate took in his disheveled form, his eyes finally resting at the area causing all of this issues and his skin went pale.
“Oh, fuck. I am so sorry, I didn’t kno- God, I should’ve known, should’ve, after you said her name, said Val’s name. I am so sor-”
“Rowan.” Xavier said through gritted teeth, grasping desperately at the sheet to cover his crotch as he tried to stand up. His skin burned with embarrassment and he wanted to get out of the room, to the bathroom, away from this. “Tell a soul about it and I swear I’m gonna end you.”
***
He avoided her like a plague for the next weeks, even going as far as changing his seat during the class they were paired together at. Ajax mouthed at him to get the fuck out of Kent’s space next to him every time but every time Kent did give in and went towards the empty spot at Valerye’s side. Xavier missed the surprised, yet hurt expression when he did so the first few times, as her eyes followed him to the very back of the classroom only to turn back when he got his bag on the desk. Ajax hissed something at him, the snakes following, some of them even snapping in Xavier’s direction.
“Did I do something?” She whispered towards Kent as he seated himself next to her, flashing her his perfectly white teeth. He just shrugged, shaking his head.
“He’s off lately. Don’t know what’s gotten into him, y’kno?”
When she didn’t respond, he added.
“How’r you holdin’ up?” His silver eyes scanned her face and she gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile.
“Okay, I guess. Just… confused, that’s all.”
Confused was a bit of an understatement at this point. He didn’t even look her in the eye since the Poe Cup ended, got up from his seat before she could even say hi most of the times, and now this. All the while he was continuously liking her pictures, every single one she posted on Instagram, watching all of her dumb little stories she made to shut Enid up. She didn’t know what to make out of this.
“Talk to him, maybe?”
“Don’t want to overstep. He’s avoiding me, so that means he doesn’t wanna talk about… whatever this is.”
The snippets of the last rooftop party they had flashed before her eyes and she felt a pang of sadness jab at her chest. When she walked over to him during the first week of his strange behaviour only to watch him turn around and walk out of the party, leaving her dumbstruck and hurt in the middle of the spot they were in.
“Hey,” the siren’s gentle voice shook her out of the thoughts, “you always have me.”
He nudged her side and smiled, only for his expression to change instantly. He leaned in, confusion etched onto his features.
“Your eyes.”
“What about them?” Val asked, equally confused.
“They’re… dark. Like, getting all weird and really, really dark.”
“What?” She snapped, picking up her phone and her face went pale with horror. Kent was right. She had to get out, now. She stood up, making the chair screech loudly and the people nearby looked at her, including Xavier.
She bolted out of the room, feeling faint, before anyone else would notice this and she excused herself quickly as she passed the teacher of the Foreign Beasts and Legends in the doorway. Light sensitivity? Seriously? She cursed as she went towards the restrooms.
Kent and Ajax exchanged looks and Xavier felt something was off. Even Kent did. Ajax nodded his head in silent question but Kent waved him off, mouthing ‘later’, as the teacher pulled out another schematics for them to study that day.
Xavier lowered his gaze towards his sketchbook, where the half-finished drawing of Val, sitting at the front of the class, was present before him. He noticed how her body tensed up suddenly and the hurry she was in to leave the room.
Man tbh it’s disappointing to see you ignore the slur he uses. The fact that you barely acknowledge it and then justify it sucks to see. I want to let you know that. I get you’re “ignoring the hate asks” but this isn’t a hate ask. I love your works and stuff, it’s just something I have to point out as a fan of yours.
Hey I’m gonna answer this bc it’s rly not hate but I’ll try to abstain from future comments. Acknowledging his use of the slur and pointing it out in my previous response is the opposite of me ignoring it. I think u meant I’m kinda sweeping it under the rug and I get why you’d think that when I said he shouldn’t be canceled for it. By not canceling him I meant not replacing him on the show like I think there’s no need for that. His real life persona is questionable at best but his contribution to bringing Xavier to life is sth I can’t overlook hence I don’t want him replaced. HOWEVER, I stand for throwing all the stones at him and making him speak up and apologize for it bc what he said was fucked up
girl imy and your smut 🤭 really hope you're doing well <3
I miss y’all too I’m finally doing a bit better after my nose surgery 😭 I checked tumblr yesterday for a tiny bit and the vibes seemed off and I think I know why but just to reiterate I’m team Percy bc yes he is a musty ass mf and he cheated on his gfs but that doesn’t give anybody the right to call him a r.pist or a p3do and don’t get me started on the four women who started it all like their evidence is null and they’re accusing him of r@pe based on a ss in which he admitted to cheating and apologized for it. Yes he did say a racial slur in a vine type of vid and he needs to address that and be held accountable for it imo but everybody’s favs have said some stupid racist shit in the past unfortunately and they didn’t get replaced in series so like I don’t see the need to do that w Percy. And yet I STILL don’t fw him and never will like I will never write for him or anything like that bc he’s not a person to look up to or idolize imo (i.e., fuckboy vibes, immature/hurtful humor) but just bc that’s the case doesn’t mean he needs to be canceled - again, in my humble and honest opinion. Anyway welcome to my ted talk I missed you all and if anybody disagrees pls unfollow and block bc I will ignore all the hate asks
From being just shadowbanned, to being actually banned. To creating a new blog and trying to get my fics back. To getting REINSTATED?!?!
I think I’m gonna cry, but instead I’m moving my fics so I have them in a giant google doc. I’ll never lose them again just in case this is a fluke lol
I am so sorry to hear that you lost all of your works. I loved your Xavier stories and I’m excited to read anything you write for Tyler bc there’s way less for that tag. I hope you’re able to recover your blog eventually. It’s so unfair
I’m completely devastated. 6+ years on that account, with close to a hundred fics, if not more than that. Luckily I was able to recover a lot of my Xavier fics thanks to @zavithorpe and @baziutawrites and I’m going to work on reposting. Thank you to everyone for your help and kind words. I appreciate all of you.
I unfortunately lost all my asks and my WIP list. I remember that one was a skinny dipping prompt and one was the Baby AU, one was jealous!Xavier but that’s it.
I’m definitely going to continue writing. But right now I’m just reeling from this. I’ll be fine, it’s just a lot to wrap my head around.
As if this week hasn’t been cursed enough… the lovely Maggie’s account has been terminated. She had 2 blogs: @beggingforxavierthorpe and @beggingforxavier and hopefully she’ll be able to get one of them back😭 until then let’s pray for it🥲
No y’all are cuz I said some questionable stuff lol and altho I lost some followers those who stayed have been nothing but angels and I’m rly grateful for that bc I feel like we’re all grieving this situation and everybody is very understanding
are you still writing for xavier? i’m asking because of the r situation with percy
Okay last ask imma answer about this😖 YES I’ll keep writing for Xavier bc he’s a fictional baby angel who didn’t do anything wrong. HOWEVER I need a little break the following weeks bc I’m just sad about the circumstances and I’m also getting a nose job so I’ll be in pain and miserable lol
this is literally of least concern considering the situation but ur not gonna delete anything you've written on the page right? for his character i mean. ur writing is very comforting and i was just wondering
No angel never. Even if the allegations are proven to be true I’ll never ever delete the gross shit I wrote bc it’s brought me so much happiness and I hope it will bring you too even in 5 years from now lol
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.
