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Bae, there is this one sentence that stuck with me for some reason but I can't seem to think of any good story to use it in rn. So, maybe u would think of sth?

"Just because you CAN (do it all by yourself), doesn't mean you HAVE TO."

Cue exasperation, lol.

babes i woke up early to work, saw this, and my plans did a rapid 180. wrote it too quickly so pls don’t expect much. and thank you sm for this!! i really need to write but i don’t know what and this helped a ton🫶

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You didn’t know the extent of it, then again he made sure of that.

Xavier could never hide his emotions. If there was one thing he disliked more than Wednesday herself, it was her ability to do just that. Because she seemed to have no qualms about accusing him of murder while he was left spiraling.

It was easy to pick up on his negative mood. He was unsteady, his knee shaking, his empty fingers shifting as though he had a pen creating unseeable art. You couldn’t ask him about it though, because another thing about Xavier was he didn’t like to burden you.

Especially not with murder.

It’d gone on for days - each new sunrise met with a darker version of your boyfriend. He no loger smiled at you, he seemed to have adopted a permanent frown and canyon between his brows. He didn’t speak to you much either, but his silence spoke volumes. And this was only when you saw him, because he’d also disappeared. Even Ajax was growing concerned.

“Hey.” He approached you just before Botany let out, his hands shoved deep in his pockets and beanie pulled down lower than usual.

“Hi,” you smiled at him.

“Have you seen Xavier lately?”

“Uhm, no not really.”

“Oh,” he visibly deflates, “something’s wrong with him. He hasn’t even been showing up to-” he pauses, wryly looks around and leans in to whisper, “the meetings.”

“Yeah, I know. He’s dealing with some stuff.” You try to keep the bitterness out of your tone, feeling ashamed for not knowing the specifics. He wouldn’t even give you a chance to ask.

“This Hyde stuff as been really messing with him.”

That gets you to pause. You don’t hear anymore of what Ajax is saying, instead determination fills your blood stream and your shouldering your bag just as class is dismissed and pushing out a half-assed apology to him as you rush off.

The woods seemed to get denser anytime you walked through them, especially when Xavier wasn’t around. The sky was gloomier and open spaces smaller but you’d made it through in record time. His art shed stood as it always did, a bit battered, unimportant looking to the plain eye. But you knew his space, and you knew him.

You didn’t do your knock, a specific one to let him know it was you. You twisted the knob and barged right in.

“What the hell.” He scowls, dropping his paintbrush and turning to face you with nothing but malice. It took him a moment to register that it was you, the hard edge to his voice fell away, his shoulders relaxed and he was back to frowning, “What’re you doing here?”

“What’s the matter with you?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Xavier. Tell me what has you holing yourself way from everyone.”

He bends down to pick up his brush, “Nothings wrong.”

“Something must be! You wont talk to me, you won’t see me, and now you won’t even look at me! Your friends are worried about you, I’m worried about you, okay?”

His shoulders tense and with his back turned to you you don’t see his lips pursing and eyes welling with tears.

“Is it really that bad? Because if it is and you don’t want to talk to me about it, fine. But at least talk to someone. You can’t keep pushing people away and hiding in your shed as if no one gives a-”

“Just stop.” He says through gritted teeth.

“No, Xavier, no more of that silent torture bullshit. I’m your girlfriend, I’m supposed to be here for you. You’d never let me get away with not telling you so I’m done letting you.”

When he doesn’t respond, or move, you start to think you went too far. That maybe he just wasn’t ready and you’d barged into his space like an asshole demanding answers. But then you hear the shuddering breaths that give way to an almost inaudible sob.

Your bag hits the floor with a thud and Xavier turns just as you reach him. His arms loop around your waist and pulls you plush against him as he hides in the crook of your neck. Drops of tears hit your skin and his shoulders shake beneath your arms. His skin is oddly warm and hair a tangled mess that your fingers barely get through, but you only hold him tighter.

“It’s okay, baby.” You whisper.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes. It’s unsteady, much like him. Everything seems to come out in that moment, like the knots holding everything in had loosened just enough and it all came tumbling. It takes a while before he calms down. His shaking shoulders reduce to lengthy breaths and when you’re sure he’s gotten it all out you try to pull back.

Except he doesn’t let you, he anchors you to himself and drops a soft kiss on your shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He says again.

“What’s wrong, Xavier?”

It takes a moment before he tells you, and it takes an even tighter squeeze to quell the anger he feels swelling inside you when he does. “It just got too much. And with the visions - I didn’t want to close my eyes and I knew that if I saw you I’d…” he trails off and it’s your turn to tighten your arms around him,

“I wish you’d come to me sooner.”

“I didn’t want to burden you.”

“You’re never a burden to me, xav.”

“Still, it’s a lot and I didn’t want anyone else to have to deal with it.”

When you pull back this time he lets you, his face blotchy and eyes still shiny with tears. His cheeks redden and he tries to duck his head back to your shoulder but you grab his face and swipe your thumbs under his eyes.

“You shouldn’t deal with it alone. That’s too much.” He tries to open his mouth but you kiss him before he can, its quick - just to keep him quiet so you can speak, “Just because you can, doesn’t mean you have to. Especially not when you have me.”

You look into his eyes, hoping he sees how serious you are. Because it hurt to feel like you lost him.

You pull him in to kiss him again, this time it’s longer, slower, and full of everything unsaid in the past week. With your hands you tilt his head, deepening the kiss and without prompting him to xavier opens his mouth.

His hands begin moving, up and down your back and crushing your chest to his. They skim over your waist, his fingers briefly digging into the skin there. He lowers them, tugging at your hips until you’re gasping for air. He doesn’t relent, he trails kisses along your neck as you gently pull on his hair.

“Thank you.” he whispers between his sloppy kisses.

“Come to me next time.” You say it firmly, even with your eyes closed in bliss. “Promise me.”

He picks his head up, looking down at you with tender eyes. The space between them is no longer creased and the added pink to his face makes him look much brighter than he’d looked all week.

“I promise.” he says.

“Good.” You tug him low, kissing his forehead first, then his nose, under each of his eyes, and his chin. His eyes are closed, anticipating the next spot and when you touch your lips to his again, for a moment, the horrors of his week are forgotten.

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i need ideas. my drafts are making no sense

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An xavier x reader where Xavier's eating reader out and yes purposefully making as much lewd sucking and slurping noises so he can make her overly flustered

so basically xavier giving head? bet.

we’ve all agreed that he loves giving head right?

bc yes. Yes he does

has the perfect mouth for it too

unlike other white men he actually has Lips, and uses them to advantage

loves to lightly suck on your clit while tracing your name right on top of it

xavier definitely loves to make you embarrassed

he’ll finger you until you’re practically leaking onto the bedsheets

to the point where every time he slides his finger back in, your wet pussy makes noises

“you hear that?” he’ll ask you, his green eyes almost completely blown out.

“your pussy’s talkin to me, babe.”

he loves to put his entire mouth over your pussy, shove his tongue in your hole and shake his head side to side

it turns you on so much you trap his head between your legs

likes to draw pussy-eating out, so he’ll always be kissing at your thighs or up your tummy

lowkey is the type of freak to have his thumb in your ass while he’s eating you out

really likes it when you ride his face

he wants his entire face to be soaked in your juices

like he’ll literally drag his nose up your pussy and try to make you squirt on his cheeks

just wants to be messily covered in whatever you give to him

would find it rlly hot if u snapped a pic of him eating it out and made it ur home screen

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james potter has an oral fixation.

he chews gum during class, sucks on a lollipop or hard candy when he's studying, bites his nails during practice. he's always got to have something occupying his mouth.

and you love it.

because when he comes back to his dorm after practice to find you laying peacefully on his bed, he fits himself between your thighs and hikes your shirt up, lips immediately enclosing around one of your nipples. he loves falling asleep that way.

when he's stressed and wants to turn off his mind, he tugs your pants down and laps at your cunt. nursing on your clit and fucking his tongue into you for as long as you'll let him. you end up tapping out after an hour and four orgasms, letting him switch to your nipple while he fucks your hand.

if he's had a little too much to drink, he'll scout you out and nip and suck at your plump lips until he's calmed down enough to socialize. and if he gets anxious again, he'll tug you into the bathroom to sloppily make-out for another half hour.

all in all, you're like his personal fidget toy and you love it.

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Imagine Xavier begging you to have sex.

It’s late at night and he texted you to meet upstairs where the school balcony is. You agree, desperate to see him after days of barely any interactions due to busy schedules. When you get there, he has a smug smile on his face, hands in his pockets as he glances at you through his eyelashes. His foot is bouncing and you think he’s just nervous to see you after so long so, you confidently stride over.

However, some of your initial boldness dissipates into thin air the moment your arms circle around him and he places his large hands on your butt. You’re standing on the tip of your toes and pull away just slightly, quirking up an eyebrow.

“I missed you. Missed you so fucking much,” he explains and wastes no time in burying his head in the crook of your neck, plush lips nibbling at the soft flesh and licking your jugular. “You have no idea,” he continues, one of his hands sneaking under your sweater so he can feel the smooth skin of your back.

Your reciprocate the feelings, basking in his love and attention and letting him maneuver you just the way he wants it. Which is why you end up in his lap while he sits in a wooden, spider webbed chair. His green eyes bore into yours, his beautiful features illuminated by the moon and you trace his sharp jaw, all the while he smiles at you.

“Kiss me,” he murmurs, right hand on your breast under your bra.

You oblige and let your tongue caress his, swallowing his adorable and needy whimpers that’s he’s held in for way too long. You don’t expect him to place a hand on the back or your head when you were about to pull away for air but you let him force his lips onto yours for a little longer nonetheless. It only takes about an extra minute of his tongue down your throat before you feel a bulge on your clothed cunt and it’s obvious that hearing you moan and struggle for air like that has gotten him rock hard.

“Can I fuck you right here? Please,” he begs close to your lips, sneaking the hand from the back of your head down to your crotch. He wastes no time in fiddling with your skirt until his shaky fingers are under it and tugging at the hem of your panties. He sighs when he feels the warmth of your pussy, a knot forming in his stomach. “You’re already wet, shit. Let’s just - let’s just do it right here. Nobody will notice.” When you don’t seem too convinced, he feels the need to add. “Wanna see you bounce on my dick. Wanna feel you getting stuffed. Please, just…” he stops, out of breath as he inserts a finger into you. “Oh god I missed this.”

He’s always been quite vocal but never like this, never so descriptive of how he wants you. It took you off guard but you went with the flow, nodding along and fumbling with the zipper of his jeans to pull his dick out of the confinement of his underwear. The cold air hitting the tip of his dick makes him hiss and the way you stroke his length makes his gasp, the air getting caught in his throat as his mouth parts into a silent ‘o’.

“Let me put it in. Can’t take it anymore,” he desperately says and makes you sit up just slightly, your hips over his thighs as he guides you up by your left ass cheek.

When his dick aligns with the entrance of your cunt, he looks up at you with anticipation written all over his face. And, then, he gently maneuvers you down on his cock, almost gurgling on his spit when your pussy lips finally touch the base of his penis.

“You’re full of me now,” he sighs and waits for you to move, having enough self-control to let you adjust to him. It pains him, however, and you can see small droplets of sweat forming on his temples. It makes you smile, really - how affected he is, how aroused and pained he can be. “You’re laughing at me, huh?” He asks, a tint of pink covering his features as he realizes that you’ve taken notice of his desperation. “It’s not my fault you’ve blue-balled me for days,” he whines and pushes into you, hinting that he needs you to move.

You take the hint and start bouncing on his cock and he wastes no time in gripping your ass cheeks, assisting your moves by doing so. He kneads and parts your ass, the action allowing you to take him in fully and making him sigh with every little bounce. He’s consistently groaning or whimpering as you ride him but it only gets worse when you wrap your hand around his bun and tug on his hair just slightly. He’s on cloud nine by that point, eyes rolling in the back of his head and it takes a few seconds before he regains some strength and starts fucking into you from underneath at full strength. It leaves you incapable of doing anything, only letting yourself get impaled on his dick over and over again.

“Stand up. Put your hands on the wall, please.” An angel even when asking you to change positions.

He crouches down once you’re standing up with your back facing him and he parts your cheeks before licking a long stripe from your pussy to your ass. Your taste is intoxicating, making him groan and stand up in a swift movement, pumping his cock before pushing back into your sopping cunt. Gripping your butt, he uses it as leverage to push you back and forth on his cock. He grunts when he sees his length leaving your pussy, all covered in your juices that shine in the dim-lit balcony. The sight makes him go feral, taking him closer to the edge and he knows he has to take care of you before it’s too late.

Which is why his arm circles around your stomach until the pads of his fingers touch your clit. He moves them in frantic circle motions, all the while pounding into you from behind. He manages to focus on your pleasure for now, trying so hard to make you cum on your dick. He knows it will be an instant gratification for him anyway, your pussy clenching around him in ways that will make him choke on his spit. And that is exactly what you deliver, trembling in his hold that he has to keep you up, free hand on your hip to keep you standing while shaking through your orgasm. It leaves him breathless.

“That’s it. That’s right… cum around me,” he babbles, vision clouded by his own impending orgasm.

He continues to fuck you slowly through your climax but picks up his pace as soon as you stop trembling, knowing it’s only a matter of seconds until he explodes.

“Mouth?” He whispers, indirectly begging you to offer him your mouth.

You agree without any doubt whatsoever, kneeling in front of him while he strokes his veiny cock, tip furiously red. His lips are pouty, his brows furrowing while strands of silky brown hair cover his face as he stands tall over you. And, then, he finally cums, loving the sight of your pretty eyes locking with his while your tongue is out and waiting for his cum.

“So good,” he murmurs while fisting his dick a few more times, admiring the droplets of cum spurting on your slick muscle.

He’s even more enamored while watching you take him in your mouth to clean off any remaining sperm, letting out a lazy smirk and stroking your hair lovingly. And, once you’re back on your feet, he gives you the sweetest kiss, holding you tightly until the air leaves your lungs.

“Come sleep with me. I can sneak you in.”

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Horny bitches unite and write xavier thorpe smut I BEG YOU

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Suffocating kink with zavi with reader sitting in his face,don't tell me he doesn't like that i don't make the rules.(Need a fic with this im begging🙏🏻)

“I said sit,” you boyfriend’s stern voice reaches your ears.

Furrowing your brows, you glance down at him. He looks comical, face flushed and wide eyes staring right up at you from where he’s lying down. He’s right between your bare thighs, waiting for your goddamn cunt to leave him breathless but of course you have to be stubborn about it.

“Since when do you tell me what to do?”

“Since you finally gave in and said you’ll sit on my face.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to- ah, wait!”

You yelp because his actions take you by surprise. He’s already had his arms looped around your thighs, large palms resting on the smooth flesh. But you didn’t expect him to push on them until your ass is planted right on his face, pussy touching his gaping mouth.

“Xavi, w-wait-“ you try to plead, utterly embarrassed by being so exposed.

He doesn’t give a damn. He’s been dying to do this for months, has always attempted to get you to this point but you’ve always been too demure to go along with his plan. This time, he’s had enough. He won’t stop until you cum on his face.

“No more waiting. Please stop writhing and just relax. Just sit on me,” he pleads but you can’t even see him talking. He’s completely buried between your thighs, nose nuzzled into your clit, mouth on your tense cunt and chin between your ass cheeks. The latter happened only because he parted them, currently groping the smooth skin between his fingertips as he groans.

You can’t see it but he’s hard and leaking pre-cum. He’s so fucking turned on he can’t even think straight. You can tell by the way he starts licking you, like a starved man who’s having his first meal for the first time in years. His plump lips kiss and nibble on your labia, his tongue tickles your fluttering hole and his nose rubs your clit.

“Oh god,” you breathe out, one hand holding the bed frame while the other one flies down to grip his hair.

“That’s right. Ride me,” he mumbles from underneath and you do as you’re told. Finally, he thinks.

Using the grip you have on his silky locks, you start moving your hips back and forth. It’s done tentatively at first but it doesn’t take long until he aids your actions, kneading your butt and gently moving it in all the right directions. His active participation gives you the needed confidence to take more control of the situation.

Resorting to the leverage you have on his hair, you start gyrating your hips. Still rather bashfully, but enough to satisfy both of you. Xavier would prefer you suffocated him but he’s willing to wait and get you to that point.

“Just use me,” he pleads after a few minutes, growing tired of begging you to make his face your seat.

He maneuvers you back and forth, left and right, over and over again. He does it until your moans grow in intensity, until you strip yourself off the bashful attitude. Thanks to his incessant pleads and actions, you eventually get past the point of being embarrassed. And so, you finally let all your weight rest on his face and the groans he lets out tickle your cunt in ways you can’t even comprehend.

That’s when the fun really starts, he thinks to himself as you finally grip his hair with all your might and fuck his face. He wonders if he could cum untouched or, better yet, how long it’s going to take until he gets to do that. Not much, he thinks, because he’s never been so turned on. The lack of oxygen makes him babble uncontrollably but it’s all the better for you. The vibrations of his voice bring you closer to your orgasm and so does the fucked out look on his face. You can tell he’s a mess every time he struggles to catch his breath.

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re moaning like that. If only you could see and hear yourself. What a slut.”

All he does is whimper in response and you can tell he loves being used and degraded like that.

“‘am close,” you mumble, letting him know he shouldn’t move.

But he does, suddenly sucking on your clit. The impromptu action makes you squeal but it’s nothing compared to his two fingers plunging into your sopping hole from behind.

“Xav- no,” you beg but can’t stop yourself from rubbing your cunt over his face.

You lock eyes for a few seconds, his lips latched onto your clit as he looks up at you with the most disingenuous innocent look ever. The little shit knows what he’s doing.

“S-stop.” The grip you have on his hair grows tighter when you beg.

He doesn’t and starts sucking on the swollen nub with all his might, fingers expertly fucking into your fluttering hole as you get closer and closer to the edge. You’re trying to fight his fingers off but he’s one step ahead - gripping your wrist with his free hand and, because of that, you come undone on his face.

Translucent liquid spurts out of you, landing on his face and he opens his mouth to catch it all, although it drenches his hair and the pillow underneath. You don’t even notice at first, too lost in pleasure and rocking yourself on his face and fingers. But, as soon as you open your eyes, you realize that you’ve actually squirted on your boyfriend’s face. The shit-eating grin he sports makes you blush profusely.

“I hate you.”

“I love you,” he responds wholeheartedly, albeit completely out of breath.

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your words, princess|xavier thorpe

synopsis: xavier wants you to say it

!includes!: soft/dom xavi, teasing, cockwarming if you angle your phone the right way, literally just smut on smut

note: help this is so bad ive literally never written smut this explicit asldkfd also the ending is soo bad. aged up obviously <3

word count: 0.898k

He was slow as he moved, every flick of his tongue savoring and every brush of his fingers lingering. It drove you crazy in the same way it liquified your bones. 

“Xavier.” you sighed, legs curled around his hips as his head dipped below your collar bones. It was so easy to get lost in him. Every wet kiss against your skin was anticipated, your core tightening with every huff of cool air brushing against the wet spot he'd leave behind. He hums as his hands tighten around your wrist, where he has them locked in place above your head. 

“You feel so good, baby.” he breathes, movements gentle and rocking. “So, so good.” the bed creaks, the sheets rustle, and outside the dark clouds gently grumble. His hip bones meet your inner thighs over, and over, and over again. He’d leave bruises for him to kiss in the morning, but for now, masked by darkness, you were his to do as he pleased with. 

“Please,” you gasped, back arching when he hit that spot. He smiled down at you, your breasts offered before him like a gift. He pulls back, lowers his mouth, thrusts back in, and sucks you into his mouth. “Fuck!’ 

“Hmm.” he moans out, knowing you’ll feel it in places he couldn’t physically reach. You thrash a bit, turning your face into your arm, legs slipping down his waist, and hips moving on their own accord. He loves it, seeing you so vulnerable before him. So needy for him. 

“What do you want, baby?” he licks a stripe between your breasts, all the way up to your jaw. You turn back to him, eyes shut and lips searching for his. He kisses you, only a quick peck that you meet with a frown. He’s slowed almost to a complete stop now. 

“More.” you whine.

“More?” He nudges your cheek with his nose. You turn again, wanting so badly to kiss his lips before you screamed. But he pulls away again. 

“Xavier,” you drag his name out, tugging on your hands but he only tightens his grip.

“Your words, princess. I want to hear exactly what it is you want from me.”

When your eyes open all you see is him and for a moment you’re reminded of just how big he is. Tall and lean, his shoulders span across you with one arm slipped underneath your back and the other bounding your hands. Every inch of him rubbed against you and every breath you took reminded you of how badly you needed him to move.

“Hi, pretty.” he smiles and pecks your lips again, parts of him amused by the frustration in your eyes. “You wanna tell me now?”

With a huff and a glare you pick your head up, getting as close to him as you could, “I want you to make me come with your cock.” 

The dirty words coming from such soft and sweet lips was like electricity in his blood. Both of you could feel him pulsing from deep inside you and when your legs wrapped around him again, ankles digging into the backs of his thighs and driving him back in the last few inches, he sees and feels nothing but burning, white pleasure. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re perfect.” His lips smash down onto yours, teeth knocking and tongues battling. He begins moving again, his dick sliding in and out slowly at first before he begins picking up pace, leaving you to groan into his mouth. “Whatever you want,” he pants between kissing you, “I’ll give it to you, baby. Whatever-”

His words die on a gasp when your insides tighten, his hips stutter and his head falls into your neck. He doesn’t even hear the gentle moans falling from his mouth, doesn’t register that his hold on your wrists has loosened. It isn’t until your fingers thread through his hair and tug and that same blinding pleasure surges through him.

“You feel so good,” he repeats. “You know how to make me feel so good, only you.” He speaks into the junction of your neck.

The words send another ache through you, this one so intense that your vision shifts and when he slams into you at a particular angle it reaches its peak. 

“Xavier!” 

“”Fuck yeah, come on my cock, pretty girl.” he picks himself up and moves over you until your legs fall away from him. Until you're a quivering mess and the sight of you all flushed and sweaty and sated has his lower back tingling and soon his own head falls between your breasts as he pours endless spurts into you. 

There's a brief silence filled with nothing but your heavy breaths. His damp forehead rests against your sternum as you brush his hair away from his face. It isn’t until he drops a kiss across your chest, then up to your chin that his eyes meet yours. 

“Hi.” His grin is dopey and infectious. 

“Hi.” You smile back and he drops his mouth to kiss it. 

“I think this was my favorite time.” 

“You say that every time.” your eyes roll. 

“Can’t get enough of you.” he wiggles his brows, proud of the giggle that escapes you. 

He doesn’t move and you don’t tell him to, he simply lays back across your chest as your fingers find their place in his hair once more.