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Starling realizes she's bi and likes men (nobody is surprised).

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Princess || Draco Malfoy x OC

i'm back after several months writing this was my coping mechanism for some shit going on so uh please enjoy this shitshow! CW: explicit sexual content

Alexia hated magic. It was always following rules and had to be done perfectly lest one falls victim to a horrible side-effect. She hung out in the back of classes blowing gum and using her wand to pop the bubbles. In her first year, she was the only one who didn’t care for magic- but by her seventh she had amassed a group of followers. During class, the teachers and smartasses ran the show- but in the hallways, Alexia was the Delinquent Princess. Wannabes trailed her everywhere she went, modified their uniform like she did, and dyed their hair in similar colors- but nobody came close to being her.

“Reden.”

A male voice snapping her last name caught her attention. She looked up and locked eyes with none other than the star student- Draco Malfoy.

“Malfoy. What do you want?”

“If you were paying any attention to what Flitwick just said, you’d know. He and the other Heads of House have begun a mandatory tutoring program for students falling behind; as Head Boy of Slytherin, I have been assigned the most difficult case. You.”

Alexia scoffed. “I don’t need a fucking tutor, Malfoy- least of all you. So piss off.”

Malfoy smirked and shook his head. “No. See, tutoring you will look great on my record. I’m not passing that opportunity up. You don’t have to learn anything from me, you just have to meet me somewhere and stay there for an hour.”

“Why would I do you a favor like that?”

“Because I can make it worth your while.”

“What could you possibly have that’s worth my while?”

“You’ll have to come to find out. Meet me in the library tonight at eight.”

She raised an eyebrow and opened her mouth to respond, but he had already turned and begun to walk away. Fucking hell. Draco Malfoy, tutoring her? No way. Still, she was intrigued by the possibility of something being worth her while. Did the star boy have drugs? She had to find out. Popping a bubble of gum, she nodded. Tonight.

Alexia found Malfoy leaning against a bookshelf in the library as she arrived. He had his nose in a book, as always, but looked up as he heard her footsteps.

“Reden. Good to see you.”

“Fuck off. What do you have?”

A sly smile wormed its way onto his face. “In the restricted section. Come on.”

They walked into the restricted section, and Malfoy locked the door behind him. He wandered deeper in until the doors and all outside light were gone.

“What’s in here?” Alexia whispered.

Malfoy responded by tilting her face upward and bringing it closer to his. “Your love language, Reden.”

She scoffed. “What, worship?”

“Exactly,” he breathed. “Worship.”

He pressed his mouth to hers, and she gasped. This was not tutoring. Still, she didn’t hate the idea of making out with Draco Malfoy in the restricted section. She leaned into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in. His hands traveled down her back, and he hoisted her up so she could wrap her legs around him. He backed her against a wall- or bookshelf, she didn’t know- and set her down on a ledge designed for reading, moving his rough kisses down her neck and collarbone. Alexia was sure there would be marks- but that would be a good thing. More gossip amongst her underlings.

Malfoy pulled away and began to fumble with his pants. Alexia’s eyes widened- he intended for more than just a kiss. A thrill ran through her- she was going to fuck Draco fucking Malfoy.

Suddenly, tutoring didn’t seem so bad.

“Let me help you,” she murmured, leaning forward to quickly undo his belt.

He smirked and pressed her backwards so she was lying as flat as she could without falling down. “Thank you, my princess.”

She watched as he freed his length from the confines of pants and underwear and pushed aside her skirt.

“Do you want this?” he asked. She nodded.

“Yes.”

“Good,” he responded, circling her entrance with his tip. “Because I have wanted this for a long time.”

He entered and began to thrust slowly. Alexia wondered how much experience he’d had- he clearly knew what to do. The private life of the star student wasn’t something she’d thought about much, though she could admit she’d fantasized about this a few times.

His pace increased, and he began to thrust harder. She let out a noise of contentment, and he placed one hand over her mouth. 

“Don’t make too much noise, Princess. I don’t want anyone coming in here.”

She nodded and bit back any sounds she could make, though it was difficult as he buried deeper into her, releasing his hand to pull her hips down on himself. Her own hands found their way over his, and she traced the ridges of his knuckles.

His pace became more erratic, and he let out a groan as he came. He gently pulled out, breathing heavily, and she moved her underwear and skirt back into place.

“I learned a lot from this tutoring session,” she teased. “Same time next week?”

He chuckled and nodded. “Of course, Princess.”

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Light Me Up || 5 - If That's What You Want

yes this chapter is fanservice for myself but you know what? it's my man and my fic so i can do what i want. everything he says in this chapter is what i want someone to tell me (cries in ED) so uh! enjoy!

also please forgive me if this is lower quality i'm so burnt out right now but i have to write... i have to...

no smut in this one! just some slightly posessive Ley and a bit of my own struggles projected onto them.

CW: weight talk (positive outcome)

After Ley and Xavier had agreed to what was essentially a truce, the demeanor of their time together changed. There was less petty fighting, and the constant tension between them evolved. No longer simmering hostility, it had become electric, like a live wire. Ley felt Xavier’s eyes on them almost all the time, and when they looked back he would simply smirk and shrug. More often than not, a shared look resulted in someone being pressed onto a bed or against a wall as soon as classes were over. 

During one of these escapades, Ley was backed against a wall. Xavier stood with his knee between their legs, slowly lifting them up and sharing the weight with the wall.

“You’re so easy to lift,” Xavier murmured as Ley’s legs hooked around him. They shook their head.

“No, you’re just strong. I’m really heavy.”

Xavier pulled away from them and returned the head shake. “I guarantee you that you aren’t. Where did you get that idea?”

Ley grimaced and looked away. “I don’t know. I’m just… I don’t need you to tell me lies, Xavier. I know I’m fucking fat.”

“Hey,” he responded, setting them down and taking their face in his hands. “You’re not. And I’m not just saying that. I can lift you, and I’m not that strong.”

“Hmm.”

“It doesn’t matter to me how much you weigh, Ley. I’m sorry for commenting on it. But please know that you’re not fat.”

“Whatever, Xavier. Can you just fucking kiss me already?”

“If that’s what you want.”

They nodded, and he leaned against the wall to press their faces together. Unlike before, the kiss was soft and caring, reassuring. His other hand caressed their face, pushing hair out of the way and running his thumb over their cheek. They arched into him and wrapped their arms around his neck, pulling him in. They wanted more. Not soft kisses, like he was apologizing to them, but hard, fast, needy. 

Ley felt themself being lifted up once again, and they hooked their legs around Xavier. The wall bore the majority of the weight, and he began to trail kisses down their neck, stopping to bite the delicate skin every once in a while. The first time he did so, Ley hissed in both gentle pain and pleasure, and he paused.

“It’s okay,” they breathed. “Do it again.”

He nodded and- lips still on their neck- began to move away from the wall. Fear coursed through them- they were going to fall, Xavier was going to get hurt. Still, he held them as he backed toward his bed. Nobody fell. Nobody got hurt. Once he had arrived, he lay back so Ley was straddling him. They took their turn, kissing him hard on the mouth and harder on his neck. There would be marks left, probably on both of them, and the thought of that made them bite down on his exposed flesh. Soon, everyone would know what they had been doing- and they didn't care. In fact, it sounded desireable. Everyone would know that they had tamed Xavier and made him theirs. His head was tilted backward, baring more of his skin, and when Ley looked up they saw his eyes closed and lips slightly parted. They pressed a hand on his chest and smiled. “I can feel your heartbeat,” they murmured. “I'm sure it's fast.” “It is. Do I get you that worked up?” “You fucking intoxicate me, Ley.” They moved their hands to cup his face and pulled it up to meet them. “Then tell me you’re mine. You won't do this for anyone else- or let them do anything to you.” “Are you that desperate to have me?” he teased. “I fucking hate you. But I want you as mine.” He looked them in the eye and kissed them roughly. “I'm yours until you decide you don't want me anymore.” “Bold of you to think I'll ever feel that way,” they whispered against his lips. “Everyone grows tired of me someday. You won't be any different.” Ley pressed their foreheads together and shook their head. “Xavier Thorpe, I promise to hate you forever.” “You can't promise that.” “Like fuck I can't,” they responded. “You're mine now, and I don't like to get rid of what I have. You're gonna be stuck with me.” He chuckled. “Somehow, I don't hate that idea.”

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Light Me Up || 4

my cat kept walking across my keyboard as i wrote this

CW: graphic sex

After two weeks, both Ley and Xavier recovered from their illnesses. The rest of the school caught up, and it resumed its normal pace after another week. Ley thought that the time spent together did almost nothing for their mutual hatred, other than the fact that they caught Xavier staring at them across class with an unreadable expression on his face- something that would normally be a scowl. They didn’t know why, but they reveled in the new attention. Every time they felt his eyes on him, shivers racked their body. It was glorious. A few days after they first noticed this behavior, they decided that they needed to figure out why. Sure, it felt amazing, but it was a change in how he normally acted- and the need to know everything about his inner workings was taking over their brain. They couldn’t explain it, but they felt a draw to him that wasn’t hatred. Maybe someone had put a spell on them. The chance to interrogate him came one evening as he entered the room after a run. He pulled off his shirt and leaned back on his dresser, and Ley felt their cheeks heat. What the actual fuck was this? “Xavier,” they began. “I have a question.” He raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah. Why have you been staring at me?” His eyes widened, and he grimaced. “Fuck… I should have known you'd find out eventually.” “That's not an answer.” “Fuck you. I like you, Ley.” They raised their eyebrows. “Oh really? I thought you hated me.” “I do, but… I want you. I want to hate you and be with you at the same time.” Ley smirked. “Then beg for it.” His breath hitched, but he sank to his knees and looked up at them with shining eyes. “Fuck… please, Ley. I want you. You're my least favorite person in the world, but I want you. Please.” Hearing Xavier's voice tremble, seeing him beneath them, knowing that some part of him enjoyed it… Ley felt a fire in their core and their brain fog. All they could think about was him, on his knees, for them. It was intoxicating. They bent down and kissed him softly, pulling him into it and reveling in the feeling of his face heating. As much as they hated him, they loved how he made them feel. He grabbed their cheeks and pulled them down to be on the same level as him, and a gasp escaped them as they fell to the floor and landed on their knees. They nipped at his lips as he crushed them into theirs, changing the tone of the interaction to one of rough, violent contact. Their hands wandered to his hair, they needed him closer, closer, closer. 

“How do you want me?” Ley breathed between kisses. They could feel him smirk against their lips, and he chuckled softly.

“The same way you had me the first time. I want to fuck your mouth until neither of us can see straight.”

Ley inhaled sharply. “Straight to the point, aren’t we?”

He moved away from them and ran a hand through his hair. “As long as you’re ok with it.”

“I am.”

They pulled his face closer with one hand and looked him in the eye, undoing his pants with the other. He stopped them and motioned to his bed. They scooted over to it and kneeled in front of it, waiting for him to sit. When he did, they took him into their mouth, exploring with their tongue and making swirling motions. As they moved against him, they heard sweet sounds escaping his lips- signs of approval.

They looked up at him, taking in the sight of him- head titled backward, lips parted, chest heaving as they swirled their tongue around him. He looked down at them and made eye contact, brushing a strand of hair out of their face.

“Just like that,” he rasped. “Fuck.”

His fingers buried themselves into Ley’s hair, giving a little tug. They responded by attempting (and failing) to take him slightly deeper as a sign of approval. Xavier offered a small smile and gently tugged again, eliciting a sound that Ley didn’t know they could make. 

“That’s so fucking hot, Ley.”

A pause.

“You’re fucking hot.”

Ley’s eyes widened, and they removed their mouth from him.

“You think I’m hot?”

“I asked you to suck me off, Ley. I wouldn’t do that if I didn’t find you attractive.”

They crossed their arms and gave him a knowing look. “Then show me what you do when you think of me.”

He leaned back and took his dick into his hand, stroking as he stared directly at Ley, still kneeling in front of him.

“Stay where you are,” he commanded. “I want to see you on your knees for me.”

Ley moved to stand up, challenging him, but his free hand shot out and pressed them back to the ground.

“Stay where you are.”

They smirked, but didn’t move again, instead watching him as his pace became more erratic. Then, as his breathing deepened and eyes closed, he came.

“There,” he breathed. “Now you know what I do.”

“How long have you been doing this?”

“Since we got stuck in here together,” he admitted. “Ley, I fucking hate you. But there’s something about you… I’m drawn to it. To you.”

“You’re an asshole, Xavier. I understand. I’m drawn to you, too,” Ley told him.

“What do we want to do about this?”

Ley shrugged. “Keep doing what we are. Except… maybe more frequently?”

“Any time, Ley,” Xavier responded. “Any time.”

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Light Me Up || 3 - Sickfic gone wrong

i wanted to write a cute sickfic as a break from... y'know... porn... but my dear characters had other plans

there's still no smut in this one so i win!

CW: illness

Ley was in hell. 

Rather, they had picked up a flu from one of their classmates and were forced to stay in bed all day- on a weekend nonetheless. To make matters worse, Xavier had to quarantine with them in an effort to avoid spreading what had already knocked out half the school.

The room was silent for the first two hours- Ley struggling through schoolwork and Xavier painting. After they had tired themselves out, it became awkward.

“It’s strange being with you for so long without… fighting,” Ley commented, feeling drowsy and tracing patterns on the ceiling with their finger.

Xavier snorted. “Believe me, it’s not by choice.”

They leaned back on their bed and checked their phone. In order to feel well enough to do anything- and maybe speed up the recovery process- they had to take some type of medication from the nurse’s office every four hours, unless they were sleeping. The alarm was about to go off, and they began to inch themself off of the bed to walk to the bathroom and take it. They moved ever-so-slightly, but their body felt so heavy that they couldn’t imagine making it all the way across the room.

“Fuck…” they whispered. Xavier turned to them and smirked.

“What’d you do?”

They gritted their teeth, embarrassed. “I can’t get my medicine.”

He raised his eyebrows and shook his head. “I’ll get it.”

Ley watched as he jumped up and dashed to the bathroom, grabbing the bottle and presenting it to them.

“Thanks,” they mumbled, popping it open and taking their dose.

“Your hands are so clammy,” he commented. “Do you have a fever?”

They touched their hands together. “I don’t feel anything.”

“You’re just stupid, you can’t tell by touching your own hand.”

“What, is this a roundabout way of saying you want to hold my hand?”

“In your dreams. I don’t want to get sick, I have important things to do,” he told them, though he did not move back to his side of the room, opting to sit the wrong way on their desk chair.

“You’re sitting on that wrong,” they mumbled.

“What? I couldn’t hear you,” he teased. “Say it louder.”

“You fucking asshole.”

“Do you want me to take your meds back to the bathroom?”

“Nooo…”

Xavier shrugged and leaned backward, trying to hit the desk, but ended up falling off of the chair.

“Hah,” Ley chuckled. “Looks like you missed.”

“It’s no fun when you’re sick. I can’t threaten to fuck you,” he complained from the floor.

“Vulgar much, Xavier?”

“I can’t kiss you to shut you up either, that would get me sick.”

“Yeah, and spending another week trapped in here with you might drive me insane.”

“Believe me, I’m already insane. Hearing you click that pen over and over was torture.”

“Having you almost break my chair is torture,” they retorted. “Are you trying to fight me in your weakened state?” “I will if you keep trying to injure my furniture.” “I can't injure furniture, dumbass. Besides, it's the school's.” “Yeah, well, it's in my care. And-” Ley was cut off as Xavier practically leapt onto their bed and kissed them. “Fuck getting sick, you need to shut up.” He kissed them again, stealing their breath and crushing them underneath him. As they pushed him up for air, he parted their lips with his and pulled their face in close, so close that they could have counted his eyelashes if their eyes weren’t closed. “What are you gonna do if I keep talking?” they asked as he pulled away, a mischievous glint in their eyes. Xavier smirked and spoke in a low voice: “I'll fuck you until the only person you can think of is me.” “That makes it sound like you like me,” Ley responded. “Awww… do you like me?” “I would never stoop so low. You’re just full of yourself.” “You like me!” “Do not. Shut up.” “That’s why you brought me the medicine and stayed on my side of the room.” “No, fuckface, I wanted you to get better so I can get out of here.” “Well, you kissed me, so now we'll be stuck here longer. Maybe when you’re sick, I’ll threaten to bend you over backwards and become your god…” “My god? Please, I'm not a satanist.” can make you one.” Xavier tried to play it cool, Ley knew he did, but he failed, eyes widening for a second before he composed himself. least favorite person on the planet. I'd die before worshiping you.” Ley grabbed his chin and pulled him close enough to feel his breath tickling their face. “Then let's send you to hell,” they hissed, eyes narrowing. They pressed into his space, colliding their lips in a mess of anger and pure hatred. Xavier made them feel emotions that they never had before but refused to treat them with civility. Why should they do anything good for him? Why shouldn't he be the one to give to them, worship them? If they were the devil, they would make him their right-hand-lackey.

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Light Me Up || 2

i'm back! this and the first one were already written, so they're getting posted at the same time. anyhow... take this!

CW: graphic sex

Ley sat at their desk, working on a paper for Botany, when Xavier entered the room and closed the door with a loud slam.

“Someone’s in a mood today,” they commented, not looking up from their paper.

Xavier stalked over to them and slammed a hand on the table. “Fuck you.”

“Well, I think you do that already- or rather, I do to you.”

He said nothing for a second, but then he grabbed Ley’s chin and pulled them up to face him. “Why won’t you look at me?”

“I’m working, and my friend is going to call me soon. Besides, I don’t owe you any looks.”

“Fuck your work,” he growled, pressing their lips together. Ley gasped, but leaned into it. The kiss was hard, uncontrollable, blazing like a forest fire. Tongues, lips, teeth crashing against each other in a symphony of intensity. Ley breathed Xavier’s air, taking as much of him as they could. Their hands found his hair, pulling him in until he almost fell onto their chair. He sank onto his knees, allowing Ley to- for the first time- be taller than him.

Xavier broke away from the kiss and ran his hands up their legs, into the parts of their body that their long skirt covered. They tensed as he found their dick, a symbol of their arousal, and began to slowly stroke it. 

“Do you like that?” he whispered. “Do you like the feeling of my hands around you? Is it different than my mouth?”

They chuckled. “I think I prefer your mouth, that way I can shut you up.”

His nails gently scraped against them. They tensed, the feeling of slight pain sending their thoughts into static, and their head fell backward as a soft sound escaped them. One of their hands rested on his head, fingers caressing his hair as he continued to work them. They had just adjusted their gaze to be able to watch him when their phone rang.

“Pick up. I’ll be quiet, and I want to see just how well you can control yourself.”

Ley shook their head, but Xavier grabbed the phone and clicked the voice call option.

“Hey, Ley!” Ashe trilled. “Why’d you voice call me? I want to see your face!”

Ley gasped as Xavier slowed his pace, taking his sweet time with each stroke. They couldn’t hang up now. 

“I, uh,” they choked out, “I just got out of the shower. I’m calling you from the bathroom.”

“Alright, but you better call with video next time. Anyway, you’ll never guess what happened to me yesterday…”

Ashe continued to talk, and Xavier picked up tempo, switching to a speed so fast that it made Ley hiss in pleasure and shut their eyes.

“You ok?” Ashe asked.

“Yeah, I… stubbed my toe.”

“Shit, that’s painful. So, like I was saying…”

Ley glanced back down at Xavier, who had now found a happy medium in pace, combining harsh movement with gentle pain in a way that made Ley want to cry out- but they didn’t, remembering the call. Instead, they bit their lip to stifle any sound that they couldn’t control, earning a knowing smirk from Xavier. One more stroke and- he took his hand off of them just as they felt like they would finish. Their eyes widened, and his face betrayed his self-satisfaction. He had brought them to the edge and then pulled them back in.

“I’m gonna call you later,” they told Ashe. “Uh… my mom’s texting me about something important.”

They hung up and stood, grabbing Xavier by his collar and practically dragging him to his bed, where they pushed him down and straddled him. 

“You fucking tease,” they rasped. 

He shrugged. “Can’t have your friend knowing what we’re doing, and I know you’re loud when you cum. What are you gonna do about it?”

They took his wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand, tilting his chin up with the other. “You’ll see.”

He tensed as they kissed his neck, biting and sucking the exposed skin as he writhed underneath them, breathing heavily. They made sure to leave marks, ones that would be difficult to cover up. Everyone would know Xavier had been with someone.

After the length of his neck had been covered, they moved their hand away from his chin to kiss him, crushing their lips together and letting his wrists go to cup his face and pull him in. They broke apart for a second, and Ley saw Xavier’s eyes flick to their lips before he grabbed the back of their head and brought them together once again.

“Are you…” Ley breathed, “going to finish me tonight?”

A low chuckle escaped him. “You’re going to have to do that yourself. I’m the asshole roommate, remember?”

“Fuck you.”

“Gladly.”

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Light Me Up || X. Thorpe x NB AMAB reader

Hi! This is the start of an enemies-and-lovers smut series following the same characters that may get plot eventually (?) and is, of course, featuring my man Xavier. I'll be posting these as I make them, but you won't miss anything if you skip one.

CW: graphic sex

Ley was normal. They swore by it all their life, attending a normal school and ignoring their parents’ wishes to send them to an outcast boarding school, having normal friends who they hung out with and did normal things with, even having a few normal partners who they kissed normally and touched normally. Everything was normal, so much so that they almost fooled themself into thinking they could live like that for the rest of their life.

Then, everything went to shit.

It started small, just a sip of blood from a girl- she even gave her consent to be bitten, even though she didn’t know they were a vampire- and then another, and then another, until one day Ley woke up in a forest with blood smeared over their face and a corpse in their arms.

That had been their parents’ last straw, and within a week they were sent packing to Nevermore Academy for their senior year..

“Honey,” their mother said, looking at them in the rearview mirror, “put your phone away. This is our last family bonding time before Parents’ Day.”

“But Ashe wants to call.”

“Ashe can call you tonight, when you’re in your dorm. You spent the last weekend at their house. We’re not going to see you for months!”

Ley grumbled, but shoved their phone into their cat-shaped ita bag- a gift from Ashe a few years prior, and now it had been covered in pins of all kinds. They wondered if the two of them would stay close now that they were away, as Ashe only knew that they were being sent out of town to a boarding school. They hoped they’d keep in contact, as Ashe was the only person they could trust with everything- except their vampiric status.

“Oh, there it is,” their mother squealed, grabbing their father’s hand. “Nevermore. Doesn’t it remind you of when we were teens?”

He chuckled warmly. “Of course. I remember sneaking into your dorm on Valentine’s day to hide blood-red roses around your room. Your roommate caught me and nearly had me expelled!”

“Ley, this is a magical place,” their mother told them. “Here, you’ll meet people just like you.”

The wrought-iron gates creaked open, and the family station wagon pulled into the campus. They parked, and Ley’s parents helped them unload their few belongings. They were never much of a material person, only keeping a few sentimental items and the necessities. A woman strode over to them, smiling at their parents.

“Oh, it’s been too long,” she exclaimed. “I remember when we arrived here… and now your son-”

“Child.”

“Yes, child, is here too. Well, erm, Ley?”

“Yes?”

“My name is Principal Weems. Your parents and I will take care of last-minute paperwork after we show you to your dorm. Follow me.”

Ley picked up their suitcase and did so, walking across the campus to a building with a sign labeled Icarus Hall. They raised an eyebrow at the name, but continued to walk behind Weems and ascend a flight of stairs. The group paused at door 209, and Weems knocked.

A male voice sounded from within. “Come in.”

Weems opened the door and nodded to the person inside. “Xavier, this is your new roommate, Ley.”

He raised an eyebrow as he took in Ley’s appearance. “Shouldn’t she be in the girls’ hall?”

Ley scowled at him. “I’m non-binary, assigned male at birth. They put me in the boys’ hall.”

“Right. Well, I was just heading out. See you, Weems.”

Ley scoffed. He couldn’t even be bothered to give them a farewell.

“Alright, honey, this is goodbye! We’ll see you at Parents’ Day, and we’ll call you. Don’t spend too much time on the phone with Ashe.”

“Right. I’ll see you.”

They turned to their side of the room and began to unpack as their Weems and their parents’ voices faded into the distance, mumbling something about teenagers. A loud laugh that could only belong to their mother sounded through the hall.

Their phone rang, and they picked it up. Ashe was calling.

“Hey, Ley!” they shouted as soon as the call loaded. “How’s your new school?”

Ley shrugged. “I just got here, so I don’t know. My roommate seems like a capital-A-asshole, though.”

“Rude,” a voice said from behind them. Their eyes widened, and they turned around. Xavier stood in the center of the room.

“Shit, Ashe, I gotta go. My roommate is here.”

“No, by all means. Stay on your call,” he told them, voice dripping in sarcasm. “I’ll just leave again.”

“Bye, Ashe. Talk to you soon.”

“Bye, Ley. Good luck-”

Ley shut off their phone and turned to Xavier. “Wouldn’t have called you an asshole if you’d have at least addressed me when you left- and not had our first interaction involve you questioning my gender.”

“Wouldn’t have done that if you weren’t wearing a fucking dress.”

“Lucky for you, most of my wardrobe is dresses and skirts. Get used to it.”

Xavier and Ley spent the next month interacting only out of necessity, and Ley tried their best to suppress the urges to drain his blood dry. They formed their own friend groups- at least, Ley did as Xavier already had one- and Ley continued to dress flamboyantly and be vocal about their queerness. Still, every time they did interact, Ley saw something in his eyes that they’d only seen in Ashe when they met someone they wanted. Something in his actions, the way his hands drifted to his mouth and traced his lips, the way his gaze lingered on them. It drove them insane.

One morning, Ley exited the bathroom in a minidress with fake buttons that Ashe had picked out for them. It was cold, probably too cold to wear clothes like that, but Ley ran warm and wasn’t bothered.

They were putting away their nightclothes when Xavier saw them and shook his head.

“God, Ley, can’t you just try to be normal? I get it, we’re outcasts, but you can’t even pretend to be normal in any way. You walk around in these stupid dresses and clicking boots-”

“What, you’d rather see me without them?” they asked, testing the validity of the observations they had made.

Xavier’s eyes widened. “What?”

“Well, you always complain about my clothes. So how ‘bout you take them off and see if what’s underneath is more appealing?”

Ley crossed their arms, staring him down in challenge. He stood still for what felt like years, until-

Until his hands were in their hair and their lips on his in a tangle of emotions and fire. Rage, attraction, confusion- everything came to the surface and was promptly pushed down again as Ley felt his tongue inside their mouth, the heat of his breath against their face. His hands pulled them in, moving from their now messy hair to the small of their back to the buttons on their dress.

“It’s for show,” they breathed, breaking away to remove the layers of fabric with one tug above the head. When they could see again, they found Xavier without a shirt, working on his pants. They watched in satisfaction as lust clouded his mind and he struggled to undo a single button, not offering any help. When he finally managed it, they gave him a slow clap.

“Congratulations, you managed to do something easy in five minutes total. Now get on your fucking knees.”

He resisted, but eventually sank down and moved closer to Ley’s body. They tugged his face upwards to look him in the eye.

“You want me,” they told him, voice husky. “I’ve seen it in your actions. So today, I will let you have me. But remember- this is nothing based on affection. I. Fucking. Hate. You.”

They moved their hand to the back of his neck and gestured to their penis.

“I’m yours for this morning.”

Xavier nodded and set to work, and Ley could feel every motion of his mouth and tongue against them, saw his cheeks hollow as they pushed deeper. He looked so angelic as their fingers ran through his hair, so perfect. The feelings he inspired in them could almost make them forget that less than five minutes ago, they had been arguing- almost. They thought about how he was when they weren’t like this, and anger bubbled up inside them. 

Fuck, they hated him.

They gripped his hair and began to slowly fuck his mouth. A small sound escaped his lips, and he looked up at them, eyes glittering. He tried to take them deeper, but it was obvious that he couldn’t handle it. There was pressure coming at them from all angles, all sides, and they titled their head back to relish it. Their eyes closed, and they felt Xavier’s hands on them, pulling them further between his lips.

Fuck.

Every time his tongue swirled over another spot that was just right, every time he made one of those little noises… Ley had to remind themself that they hated him, that this man was the worst thing to ever happen to them. The only thing they should be enjoying about this moment was seeing him on his knees for them, worshipping them- not the way he looked or felt or how nice it was to have his hair in their hands and his eyes on their body.

They opened their eyes again- and just the sight of Xavier kneeling in front of them, working on their cock, was enough to send the tightly coiled spring into release. It came over them quickly, the white light of pleasure, and they finished with a loud vocalisation. Xavier did not remove his mouth, looking them dead in the eye as he swallowed. They gently removed themself from him and tilted his chin upwards again.

“You’re too good at this,” they rasped.

A devious grin spread on his face. “What, calling me a whore?”

“I’ll leave that up to interpretation. Get off your knees, unless you’d prefer to keep showing me that I’m your god.”

“Please. You’re more like the devil.”

[starlingshinesbright]

me when i'm a bit too in love with a fictional man (i'm a lesbian in real life but fictional men...)

[starlingshinesbright]

Xavier Thorpe x OC (formerly male reader)

This is a post-canon scene from my fic Greenhouse! I gave the protagonist a name because [Y/N] doesn't feel right to me anymore... Namis is drawn from the (google-translated) Lithuanian word for greenhouse! So... have this!

WARNING: adult content (oral sex)

“Why did you call me here?” Xavier asked as he approached my greenhouse, breath visible in the crisp winter air. I didn’t respond, only beckoning him inside. He followed, always too happy to oblige my wishes. A smile spread on my face. It pleased me, having him obey my every whim without a second thought.

I closed and locked the door. There would be no repeats of the time Wednesday and Eugene walked in on us today. We had learned our lesson.

“You know, I missed you,” I told him, grabbing his collar and pulling him close.

He kissed me gently and smiled. “You saw me an hour ago.”

“Is it a sin to want to see your boyfriend more?”

I cut off any chance of a response with a kiss, pushing him against the greenhouse wall the same way he had done to me last year. He gasped, and I used the chance to lean further in and gently nip at his lower lip.

“Namis,” he breathed, placing his hands on my face to try controlling my movements, “you’re strong today.”

I gave him a sly smile and pressed our foreheads together. “I want to give you a taste of what you do to me.”

His eyes widened. “What I do to you?”

“I want to make you feel the same way I feel.”

With that, I pushed him tighter against the wall, hands still on his collar. A delicious sound escaped his parted lips, and I knew I had struck gold.

“Do you want more?” I murmured, pulling away. He nodded, breathless.

“Yes,” he whispered, voice coming out in a whimper. “Namis, I’ve wanted more since the day I first came into this greenhouse.”

I smiled and tugged him to his knees. Then, I cupped his chin in my chest and dragged it upward as I stood up.

“Beg for it, Xavier.”

His eyes gleamed as they locked with mine, but his ragged breath betrayed how fast his heart was pounding. 

“Namis… I love you. I want this. Please.” His voice quivered, and I could feel the heat on his face. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just… let me have you. Have this.”

I knelt in front of him, bending my knees just so to allow me to have him looking up, and traced my finger across his lips.

“You really want it?”

“Please.”

“Lay,” I commanded. He obediently lay backward, allowing me to straddle him and push stray hairs out of his face. I kissed his forehead, his cheek, his lips, before working my way down to his neck. As I gently bit his exposed flesh, I heard him hiss.

“Too much?” I asked, my voice coming out rough. His body stiffened, and he shook his head.

“More. Harder.”

I clamped my teeth on his neck and began to work on the buttons of his shirt. Every time I loosened one, I moved to a different spot, leaving a trail of marks- each one more intense. Once I had unbuttoned the shirt, I raised my head to check on him.

“Are you okay if I keep going?”

He nodded. “Yes. Please.”

“Running out of words?” I teased. “Unlike you.”

“Namis… please.”

I shrugged, a wretched smile spreading across my face, and lazily inched my hands down his body. “I don’t know…”

He squirmed under my gentle caresses, and I waited until his eyes closed to strike. I rapidly undid the zipper and button of his pants, pulling them down until he lay before me, bare. I was fully aware of the power that I held, being the clothed and commanding person, and intended to keep it.

“Use your words,” I told him. “What do you want?”

“Touch me,” he begged. “In any way you want. I just want to feel your hands on me.”

“And?”

“Please.”

“That’s it,” I responded, gently taking his solid length in my hand. “Do you trust me?”

He nodded. “With my life.”

I offered him a gentle smile, and then set to work, gently taking him into my mouth. He gave a deep groan as he felt me, and I looked up to find him raking his hands through his hair. I continued, watching him react as I performed exploratory motions. I was sure I wasn’t the best at it, but neither of us cared. This was between us, and it didn’t matter if he would find someone new after me who did it better. I knew, I knew as his eyes locked with mine again, that I would always be on his mind. Whomever came next may outperform me, but they would be doing it whilst an image of me was burned into him. I basked in that thought, how the first act of sexual intimacy between us was lying on my greenhouse floor, obscured by colored glass and rows of plants, him between my lips, panting and whimpering for me. For me. 

I felt him shift and reach for me. 

“I’m almost…” he murmured. I gently pulled my mouth off of him. He cocked his head, confused.

I leaned close to him and gave him a wide smile. “Finish yourself. I want to watch what you do when you think of me.”

He, only obedient when I was the one to command, obliged. I reclined against a tree and took in the sight of my boyfriend- mine- touching himself at my whim. We sat right in the spot where he had first confessed to me, over a year later, and had come full circle. As my eyes crossed all over his body, I reveled in the small but delightful sounds that escaped his parted lips until he came with a harsh exhale. He turned to me and offered an expression that could only be interpreted as contentment.

“Was I good for you, Namis?”

I scooted over to him and pressed my lips against his.

“You were the best.”

A bell rang somewhere in the school, reminding us that there was a world outside of my greenhouse.

“Can we stay here just a little longer?” he whispered. “Wait while I get dressed and then… I don’t know… prune a few plants?”

I nodded. “Of course. Dinner won’t leave us behind.”

He smiled, one of those rare, astoundingly beautiful smiles, and my world was complete. There was nothing and nobody I could want more in that moment- just the two of us, alone, seeing each other in a way nobody else had before.