#Xavier Thorpe x OC

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(Dom!)Jealous!Xavier Thorpe x Female OC smut

WARNING! If you are under 18 yrs old, do not read this piece. I do not take responsibility for anything if you proceed.

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When Xavier decided to bring a mattress and some pillows and blankets into his shed some time ago, he most certainly didn't expect them to be used like this, ever.

His cock throbbed almost painfully inside his dress pants. He didn't expect to be rock hard for the entire time he and Val were out for a date out in Jericho. And yet there she was, showing him the insides of her bag and he choked on his own spit when he saw the head of the wand peeking out from underneath her wallet before she gave him a playful wink and went towards the Uber they ordered. He most certainly didn't expect her to actually stroke his bulge through his pants with her knee for the entire time they sat in Weathervane while she kept whispering how much she wanted him to fuck her dumb tonight over her coffee mug. How she smiled at him innocently when he whimpered pathetically and asked him if he was alright, just as he desperately tried to hide his burning cheeks behind the curtain of his hair.

But when she went over to the counter to pay - a seemingly kind act on her side, considering his not-so-decent state - and leaned over the counter to fucking flirt with the new barista instead of just giving him money, he felt a surge of jealousy bite at his neck. He didn't like sharing, so when he saw what looked like her gliding her fingers over the new guy's forearm, all while batting her eyelashes at him and smiling her gorgeous smile, he felt frustrated and almost territorial, surprising himself for a second. But on the other hand, Xavier knew the guy was obviously gone by this point. He knew he would be in his shoes.

He ogled her in a way that made Xavier want to get up and kiss her aggressively to show him he should back off, to make him see she wasn't up for grabs. He knew this look all too well, he knew why the barista straightened his back, puffed out his chest and flexed his biceps just slightly, so it could come off as an innocent act and not showing off. He wondered how his eyes didn't burn holes in the side of the barista's head by now. He knew the dude wanted to fuck Val by now. He knew it, because he desperately did want to do that too.

Xavier was fuming by that point. His usually full lips were merely a thin line, a scowl twisting his handsome features, making his sharp jaw twitch. His knuckles white on his own empty mug as he turned it in his hands, his green eyes following Val's every movement. A snarl emerging every time her hands came into contact with the barista's skin - or so he thought as the tip jar obstructed his line of vision. He hated this, hated the fact he wasn't the one on the receiving end of Val's advances. He also hated the fact he was getting so worked up basically over nothing. She wouldn't do any of that on purpose, she just was flirty, being herself. She would never cheat, that he was certain of.

But he then saw a glimpse of her upper thigh, glistening and he frowned, a bit taken aback. He followed the trail up only to see her hitch up her skirt just a little bit - yet enough for him to see what should be her panties. But there were none.

His eyes roamed, unblinkingly, over her pink and soft pussy lips, puckered out just right from in between her legs, glistening in the dimmed light of the café. He knew her clit was swollen and ready too, as the rest of her pretty cunt was - he remembered it peeking out, inviting him to latch his lips onto it every time she spread her legs for him. He remembered the moans it rewarded him with and he shuddered, the mug almost clattering on the table as he gripped it even tighter. His pants were so fucking uncomfortable.

For a second he thought he imagined things. But then his eyes locked with hers, as she looked over her shoulder at him, batting her eyelashes innocently and the smirk that adorned her face told him he wasn't crazy. This was real. And he realised she did all of this to get to him, to rile him up apparently for reasons unknown for him. He wanted to be petty, to pretend he did not care, not to give in to whatever she was doing right now, but he knew he was gone by now too - the jealousy and possessivness took over Xavier, firing up the lust he already felt since before they left for their date.

Within seconds he was at Val's side, tugging at her skirt to pull it down and make sure no one else would see her bare cunt.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Xavier hissed towards her through gritted teeth, all the while with a pained, fake smile plastered across his face as the barista gave him a confused look because of his sudden movements.

"Paying," she replied, the fucking innocence in her voice contrasted so much with the way she shifted her hips, pressing her ass into his hand still holding her skirt down. His finger gripped her thigh and he felt her soft skin, damp from her leaking juices. This was too much for him. He stifled a groan and hastily threw a bill onto the counter.

"Keep the change," he spat towards the barista, grabbed Val by the elbow and pulled her out of the coffee shop. He would show her who she truly belongs to. And it completely escaped him, how she smiled at his erratic actions, how stiff he got and how wide his eyes were when he waved down a taxi cab. She got him to the point she exactly wanted him to be.

If Xavier was composed before, he most certainly wasn't now. His knees dug into the old mattress they brought some time ago into his shed, his hair disheveled, loose strands of it escaped his bun long time ago, sticking to his reddened, sweaty skin as he absolutely plowed his throbbing cock into Val's soft, dripping cunt from behind. He pulled her forcefully back onto himself with every hard thrust by gripping her asscheeks, since her thighs were tied to her shins, making it impossible for her to move this much on her own. She was trapped underneath him, her hips and belly resting on top of a pillow, legs spread wide, the vibrator going underneath her non stop since they got back from Jericho.

Xavier watched with awe, how Val's body weakened with every orgasm the wand forced out of her perky pink clit, his hips never loosing momentum thanks to the thick condom covering his dick, despite her desperate, throaty moans filling the shed that clouded his mind. He knew it would come in handy one day. He never thought he would be thankful not to feel that much during sex, because the sounds she made combined with the absolute filthy ones her wet pussy made, clamped hard on his relentlessly moving dick, still made him edge closer and closer to his own release. But he could not cum. Not when the image of her flirting with that fucking guy was still fresh in his mind. He had to teach her a lesson, make her remember who makes her positively wail from pleasure next time she's going to see that dude when she goes for a coffee she loves so much.

Val came around his hard length once again - he counted four times now - almost pulling the sheets off of the mattress as she frantically clawed at them, gripping them as if her life depended on it. She desperately tried to get away from him now, the overstimulation so overbearing and mind numbing from the constant strong vibrations the wand kept sending through her clit and she barely registered the pillow underneath her getting soaked as she squirted with Xavier's cock still railing her through the forced orgasm she just had. Her throat was hurting now, eyes rolling back into her head, as the continuous hoarse cries fell from her lips. And just as he felt the burning hot liquid splash his thighs, trickle down his balls with every snap of his hips, he moaned, his chest falling down to meet her flushed, sweaty back, trapping her underneath him.

His forearm circled around her throat, flexing aggressively and pushed against her neck, freezing her in place, making her take the absolute feral pace he picked now, growling in her ear like an animal. She felt like he was about to split her in half.

"Xav. No more— please. Can't. I can't ta- take it." Her pitiful cries barely came out from between her gravelly mewls. The wand, cruel and steady in it's intensity, was pressed hard against her tired, sore clit. And he plowed her even harder now into the mattress, the pace he set impossible to endure as his pelvis repeatedly and aggressively hit her ass in fast, snapping motions, balls slapping her cunt. She didn't even come down from her previous high when she felt another wet release coming. It was unbearable.

"Can't take it?" Xavier mocked her, although a strain was easily heard in his own voice. His face was scrunched up in pained focus, as he didn't want to let himself go just yet. "Didn't bother you m-much if I could ta-ake it-oh fuck- could take seeing your- fuck- sweet little pussy out in publ-lic like that, huh? Didn't give a shit. Why should I- ah- should I?"

He knew she was cumming again. He could feel it even through the condom. Her body felt as if it was on fire and he knew he was doomed the second she stiffened underneath him, walls of her assaulted, sore pussy spasming once again, milking his rock hard cock. A pitiful, small sound made its way out of her throat and he felt her juices drench his legs again, soaking the mattress around his knees and trickling down his tight balls. A dribble of saliva pooled in the crease of his elbow still around her throat and her body went limp for a moment. She blacked out, slumping in his grip as he exploded inside her, burying himself deep inside her fluttering hole with a slur of throaty moans he would be embarrassed to hear himself make otherwise.

The wand still buzzed on Val's now engorged clit. Her body twitched as he carefully removed himself from inside her, discarding the rubber, the action bringing her back to her senses. Something snapped inside her.

"More." A weak, almost whisper like voice rang out, barely more audible than the buzzing of the toy and Xavier froze, not believing his ears.

"What." He breathed, feeling the heat hitting his cheeks. He oftentimes fantasised about something like this. He wished he would break his girlfriend, make her so fucked out she would not be able to have enough of him, destroy her pretty little cunt so bad she would beg him to fuck her over and over again because the only thing she could think about would be him pounding into her for hours on end. But he didn't think it was even possible to achieve.

And now, he watched, dumbstruck, as her hips started to rock on the toy, her tired body going into a sort of overdrive. Her cunt so swollen and red, dripping and leaking down the pillow, creating even more mess with her creamy white juices. And his mind disconnected, his mouth agape, as he saw her hand feebly move to reach down towards the toy and press the plus button, making the vibrations even more fucking intense than they were before.

"Xavier, please," she was almost crying from desperation now, a really weird mix with the hoarse moans she still was able to make. "So empty without you."

He obliged, gliding towards her again, head swimming as if he was in a dream. He wanted to pinch himself, even when his fingers stroked her wet, plush pussy lips, and she bucked her hips against his fingers. Two of them slid with ease inside her fucked out hole and a pained, lustful groan fell from his mouth. Now, without the condom in the way, he could feel how fucking soft, wet and burning hot she was inside.

"More, please... more." A raspy breath reached his ears again and he looked up from her beautiful pussy swallowing his long fingers. It would make it three fingers inside. He shuddered, feeling his tired cock twitching as he pushed another finger inside her, letting V impale herself onto them repeatedly as she rutted her clit over the vibrator. And suddenly he felt his fingers being squeezed so hard he winced, she came again, raspy voice so weak it made him worry.

"Yes, oh yes, oh god yes, more, please more." She slurred, eyes rolled back into her hear long time ago.

"Baby, are you sure?" He gasped, shocked at how she still kept going despite her body shaking all over.

"Yes, yes more please moo-oooh god yes," she cried out, feeling the fourth one stretching her walls, making her jolt with the overwhelming pleasure it sent through her body. "Move, please, Xavier. Gonna cum."

"Oh god," he managed to get out as he delicately - as delicate as he could be in that situation - moved his hand in and out of her, feeling almost embarrassed at the filthy squelching sounds her drenched pussy made, yet unable to take his eyes off of his fingers dissappearing inside her. Few strokes in and he thought she was going to break his fingers as she came undone, again, drenching his forearm this time as she forcefully squirted once again. He grabbed his not so flaccid cock with his other hand and gave it a few pumps, transfixed by her trembling, needy form, still pushing her cunt more and more onto his fingers, her back arched. He felt even more horny than before they started fucking, heat rushing through his body, making his face flushed.

And just as she came, his mind acting on its own, made his hand let go of his cock and push the button on the vibrator, making it blast on the highest speed. The vibrations were now so deep and rumbly he could feel it through her pussy and in his very bones, as his hand slid inside her even deeper when he pushed, past his knuckles, only to stop at the base of his thumb.

She arched her back, perking her butt up high, her wails so loud she was almost screaming his name.

"Yes, oh god yes, Xavier, more, I beg you, oh my fuck, move—"

"Val," he rasped, his eyes bulging out now, feeling how much he stretched her out. "Val, baby, more than half of my fucking HAND is inside yo—"

His voice trailed off into a disbelieving throaty groan as she started to push herself onto his palm once again, her clit now repeatedly gliding over the wand in uncoordinated, jerky movements. He never saw her so needy, so greedy, so fucking horny and desperate. Her thighs strained so hard against the ropes he used to tie her up it was certain her skin would be rubbed raw underneath them.

His free hand flew back to his now fully erect cock, only to pump himself a few times before he had to stop - he was sure he would cum in seconds with his palm so deep inside her being crushed by her another ongoing orgasm. And yet, she pleaded through desperate sobs, tears now rolling down her reddened, sweaty face.

"More, more, Xavier, want more." She sounded positively insane at that point. He broke her, he was sure of it now.

"Val, are you absolutely—"

"Please!"

"But baby—"

"Shut the fuck up and do it already, I beg you, Xavier!" She screeched, writhing and thrashing, maniacally trying to fuck herself with his hand, making the ropes tying her thighs creak under pressure, as she tried to break free. Her mind had only one thing in it - a pure, deep need for Xavier to absolutely corrupt her.

And he did. Although carefully, he put his thumb along the inside of his palm and pressed it against her hole, all the while hearing her beg for more. His mind was dazed as if he was dreaming. He only saw things like this on the late night Internet 'researches', jerking off to the clips of women squirting, being fisted and overstimulated and now... now it felt surreal, despite his hand slowly working it's way deeper into Val's leaking cunt and his cock more and more desperate for attention, making him whine.

She jerked her hips suddenly, pushing her clit down onto the vibrator and yelped at the intensity with which it bit into her. And Xavier, acting out of instinct or what, he didn't know, leaned over her hips, locking her flush against the wand. He got scared for a second when she stopped breathing but then he felt his last knuckle get past her hole and his entire fist got sucked into her fucked out cunt, up to the very fucking wrist, stretching her beyond imagination. His thumb was pressing so hard against her g spot, making her vision go white as she let out a guttural scream, flooding his forearm with her liquids. She melted into this unearthly sensations, unable to do anything else but be completely at her boyfriend's mercy. Another orgasm tore through her body with such strength it made Xavier whine in pain, but he didn't mind. This was worth everything.

"Val." He growled, his voice deep with lust. "My fucking fist is inside your greedy cunt. My. Entire. FUCKING. FIST."

And he moved his hand in shallow motions - the fastest he could possibly do, setting an absolute feral pace which made waves after waves of her squirting rip from her body. She was unmoving at this point, only the whites of her eyes visible as she laid with her head on the pillow, jaw slacked, saliva drooling out of her opened mouth. If it wasn't for her fingers, desperately gripping and tugging at the blankets as he destroyed her pussy, one could think she passed out from the unholy intensity of it all.

She blacked out soon after, the final orgasm completely wrecking her almost lifeless body and mind. She remembered feeling so fucking stretched, so full, so wonderfully deranged as the sound tearing from her throat weren't human anymore.

When she woke up again for a brief moment, Xavier's lanky arms were wrapped tightly around her, caressing her hair and planting delicate kisses on her temple. When he noticed her being back, he smirked a little bit.

"More?" He breathed, chuckling.

"Enough." She smiled lazily, eyes falling shut. She was spent completely.

"I know, baby. I know."

She felt herself drifting into the unconsciousness, barely registering his words at this point.

"I love you." He whispered against her hair. But she didn't hear him anymore, long gone into her dreams.

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From “Tears and Claws” on Wattpad by @_bl3upi3 (Xavier Thorpe x OC Sinclair)

"Oh yeah im sorry" he picked up the box and turned to the other side of the yard "Who is that?"

I turned and saw my sister with the new girl. I guess it was her new roomate "Wednesday Addams, the new girl".

"Wow, she's kind of eccentric, don't you think" he laughed. I turned my attention to him, he was taller than me but it wasn't a big height difference either.

"What I think is none of your business" I smiled at him.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to piss off the furry" my smile dropped immediately.

I flashed my claws and pointed my index finger at him "next time you say that, those claws will end up in your arm".

"Calm down kitty, the next time you pull out those claws it will be to grab my back" he said with a cocky smile.

I pinched my eyebrows together trying to figure out what he had said, and once I understood what he was referring to my cheeks flashed with red. Embarrassed, I turned and walked away from him as fast as I could.

"See you" I heard behind me as I walked away…

You can find the whole Book on my Wattpad @_bl3upi3

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I Wait For You (It’s What I Do)

Xavier Thorpe x Female Original Character (Sade Ricci)

Sade Ricci’s fangs just came in two weeks into the school year, so that means a transfer to Nevermore academy. (Does not follow show plot)

1.8k words. (part one)

TW: mentions of blood, slight mentions of eating disorder, very very slight nod to pill addiction, one mention of sexual fantasies, cigarettes

Posting to Ao3 under wonde_rr and Wattpad under SHADYGROVEE

Playlist : it’s in the works

chapter one masterlist

translations at the end

As Sade walked through the doors of Nevermore with her father, she could only focus on one thing; the smell of blood.

Of course her father, Paolo, noticed her tense up and brought his big, rough hand down on her shoulder. “Luce del sole, remember what we practiced.” The dark haired man smiled down at her.

“Papà, I know. I’m fine!” Sade shrugged off his hand as Principal Weems approached with a smile.

“Ah, don’t be like this, mia ragazza!”

After a trip to Principal Weem’s office and a visit to Sade’s dorm, her father had to leave and she felt like sobbing. Boarding school was going to be hell, but it was the only option after her fangs came in not long after the school year started. Nevermore was two weeks in when Sade showed up, and she couldn’t feel more out of place.

She was an Italian vampire. All these people were American. The outcast at a school for outcasts.

Principal Weems had told her to put on her uniform and she’d get a student to give Sade a tour. So, that’s what Sade did. The uniform was bright purple and ill fitting. She already missed her maroon aura.

——

“Sade, this is Rowan. He’ll be giving you your tour today. I do hope you’ll love it here.” Weems gave her the same smile as before and left them outside her office.

The brown haired boy looked over at her and smiled. “As Weems said, I’m Rowan. How did you pronounce your name again?”

He was awfully nice, and very pretty. Sade thought he seemed suspicious, but she thought that of everyone at first.

“Say-d. Nice to meet you, ragazzo carino.” She made sure to flash her fangs slightly and give him a flirty grin.

Rowan’s face flushed and he adjusted his glasses.

“I have to say I wasn’t expecting an Italian accent, but you’re probably full of surprises.” He grinned slightly. “Anyways, follow me.”

Rowan took her around the whole school, without too many odd looks. She had arrived on a Sunday which was probably a good thing except for the fact she started classes tomorrow with practically no time to prepare.

They stopped at their final destination, the small docks by the big lake.

“Well, that’s it.” He smiled at her and glanced at his watch. “Any questions?”

“Does everyone normally wear their uniforms on weekends?” Sade was slightly appalled that she saw everyone wearing one.

Rowan laughed. “Um, no. Weems just wanted to make a good impression on you.”

Sade rolled her eyes and sighed. Of course, but who even cares?

“So, now is usually when my friends and I meet up for lunch on weekends. You’re welcome to come, but I understand if you’d rather unpack and relax.” He seemed hopeful and despite Sade’s adversity to food, she really didn’t feel like being alone. Plus it gave her more of a chance to flirt with Rowan. She thought he was cute when he was flustered.

“Sure, tesoro. Do you guys go into Jericho for that?” Knowing the small town nearby was important for her escape plan, in better words, escape fantasy.

“Yeah, actually, we do. I’ll text our group chat that you’re coming with me.” He pulled out his phone and Sade caught another grin of his. He couldn’t seem to stop doing that. Grinning.

Rowan’s blood smelled so sweet, and she’d rather have that for lunch than whatever was in town. Sade knew she could bite him in a way not to hurt him, just to get a taste, but she couldn’t disappoint her father by running around biting whoever she wanted.

——

They finally made it into Jericho after a 25 minute walk with very slight rain the whole time. Sade felt damp, and she didn’t like it.

Rowan led her into a cafe/diner that she had seen on her way to Nevermore. It was fairly empty aside from what Sade assumed was Rowan’s group.

In a circular booth in the corner sat a bright blonde haired girl with a smile on her face, a boy with a large beanie, a girl with braids and a brooding look on her face, a girl with circular sunglasses and straight black hair, and finally the most attractive boy Sade had ever seen.

The boy was obviously tall, he had long hair, and looked like he hadn’t slept in days. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Rowan waved slightly to the curly blonde haired boy behind the counter and slid into the booth with his friends, Sade sliding in right next to him.

They all greeted him with smiles, except for the brooding girl.

“Hey guys, this is Sade. She’s a vampire.” Rowan introduced her to them all and she smiled, flashing her fangs.

“Sade, this is Enid, Ajax, Wednesday, Yoko, and Xavier. Oh, and the guy behind the counter is Tyler. He doesn’t go to Nevermore but we hang out with him sometimes.” He introduced her to everyone around the table and Sade was able to put names to faces.

Xavier leaned around Rowan and put his hand out for Sade to shake, which she did. He grinned at her. “Nice to meet the reason we’re wearing uniforms today.”

“Don’t blame me, bellissimo, I’m not happy about it either.” She dropped his hand.

“Bellissimo?” Xavier looked at her confusedly, but she turned to officially meet the others.

“She’s been calling me Italian nicknames all day, with no explanation, just translate it later.” Rowan whispered to Xavier, followed with a soft laugh.

Xavier just shook his head, and scowled slightly as he saw Tyler walk over and look directly at Sade.

Xavier and Tyler had previously quarreled over various things, but most recently Wednesday. It didn’t really matter because Wednesday didn’t pick either of them. Although Tyler persisted, Xavier didn’t. Xavier knew it was to make him mad, especially with their past. It was unfortunate that Tyler’s kissing skills were so good. Xavier wished he had never found that out.

Xavier thought Sade was the most perfect girl he had ever seen, and if Tyler takes that from him too he just might shoot himself.

“You’re new.” Tyler smiled at Sade.

“Sì, e che ne dici, teppista biondo?” Sade quipped, with a slightly aggressive tone.

It made the table giggle and gasp, but Tyler just stood with his mouth hanging open for a second.

“I’m sorry?” He was confused to say the least, which made the table laugh more.

“So cosa sei, ragazzo barista, uno sleazebag. lo sento.” Sade’s tone was annoyed now. She didn’t really know why she was so bothered with him, probably because she hadn’t eaten since last night, but food disgusted her so she was mean to this Tyler boy instead.

Tyler backed away slightly and Sade slid out of the booth. “I’m going for a cigarette.” She glanced at the table and made her way outside into the light rain.

She pulled a pack and lighter from her bra. Sade loved the smell of nicotine and blood mixed together.

Right as she was letting out smoke, Xavier walked out the door and stood next to her.

“I would offer you one but they’re blood infused.” Sade looked up at him shyly. It wasn’t as easy to flirt with someone like Xavier compared to Rowan. Xavier was different, and being alone with him was scary in a way.

“That’s too bad,” He looked down at her and smiled slightly. “So, what were you saying in there?”

The fact that he asked made Sade curious. What was his motive?

“Oh, I just called him a hoodlum and told him I could sense he was a sleazebag.” She tucked some of her hair behind her ear and took another drag.

Xavier laughed and Sade went weak in the knees. How could someone’s laugh be so beautiful?

“In my humble opinion, you were spot on.” He leaned back against the brick wall and looked up into the sky. She knew there had to be history between them, whatever that may be. Sade could almost smell Xavier’s blood boiling when Tyler walked over.

“I could smell it in his blood.”

“Seriously?” Xavier’s head whipped over to look at her. His eyebrows were furrowed and he had a confused look on his face.

Sade looked back up at him and laughed. “No, you’re too…oh what’s that word? Credulone, I don’t know it in english.” Her face became flushed out of embarrassment and she smiled slightly.

Xavier couldn’t take his eyes off of her. The way she blushed was adorable and he knew how bad this was for him. He already lost the war, that was a fact.

“Gullible?” The corner of his mouth quirked up.

“I don’t know, is that it? Probably. You believe things too easily.” Sade took another drag of her cigarette. There were lipstick stains on it and it was driving Xavier crazy.

“Trust me I don’t, I just don’t know too much about vampires.” He chuckled and looked back up to the gray sky.

“Me either, to be honest. My fangs just came in two weeks ago and I’m still figuring this all out. It’s taking everything in me not to bite you. The smell of your glorioso blood is just too much for me to handle.” Sade lowered her voice and octave when she got to the biting part, and looked up at Xavier with her red eyes wide.

Xavier’s breath got caught in his throat and his face became slightly flushed. He looked down at Sade, sexual fantasies floating around his head just at the sight of her looking at him like that. He knew she should be scary to him right now but she wasn’t. Just beautiful.

“I’m joking, Xavier.” Sade quickly dropped the act, despite seeing the truth in her own lies, Xavier seemed to really believe her, and kind of into it.

“Right, of course.” He shook his head and laughed softly to himself before walking back inside the cafe, leaving Sade alone in the rain.

——

Sade couldn’t help but lie in bed thinking about Xavier. She couldn’t be bothered to worry about classes with him distracting her.

She reached over to her nightstand and pulled out her blood pills but put them back after reading the label. She shuffled the things in her drawer around and pulled out the painkillers. She popped two in her mouth and drifted off to sleep with one thing on her mind.

——

Xavier knew he wasn’t getting sleep tonight. Not after meeting Sade. He’d be lucky if he ever got to sleep again, it wasn’t likely with Sade around.

He sat at his desk, sketching her. Sketching her face, her fangs, eyes, body, making her come to life to hear her laughter and see her flash her fangs at him.

He was just lucky Rowan never asked him what he was drawing, and didn’t mind the sound of Cavier’s pencil when he was trying to sleep.

—

Translations:

Luce del sole - Sunshine

Papà - Dad

mia ragazza - my girl

ragazzo carino - pretty boy

tesoro - sweetheart (male) or treasure

bellissimo - gorgeous

Sì, e che ne dici, teppista biondo? - yes, and what about it, blonde hoodlum?

So cosa sei, ragazzo barista, uno sleazebag. lo sento. - I know what you are, barista boy, a sleazebag. I can sense it.

Credulone - gullible

glorioso - glorious

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mara’s endless oc list ⋆ Abraham ‘Bram’ Marwood

Bram Marwood was only nine years old when he committed his first murder. It was mere minutes after discovering that the man he had been raised to believe was his father turned out to not be his father at all, when Bram seemingly blacked out and woke up in a pool of his parents’ blood. Months after this, a mysterious blonde woman showed up at the foster home, claiming to be Bram’s distant relative and taking him away to her boarding school: Nevermore Academy.

A school for the outcasts and the strange, one would think Bram could fit right in. Principal Weems had thought as much. But Bram proved to be even more odd than the odd ones out — a half-demon with questionable lineage and even more questionable control over his powers. Bram quickly learned that keeping people at an arm’s length is safer, for everyone involved. That way, he got to stay out of trouble.

When Wednesday Addams arrived at Nevermore Academy, Bram felt she was going to be more trouble than he could handle. When people started showing up dead and Bram was the first person Wednesday accused of being the killer, he had his proof. It would be an understatement to say the two of them get off on the wrong foot, and they never seemed to find the right one. From seemingly flirting with Bram’s crush to accusing the same crush of being a murderer, Wednesday and Bram were anything but friends.

Still, the two odd teenagers would find that they need each other more than they would’ve ever liked to admit.

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Wendigo,Xavier Thorpe

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

❝dont make me eat you. I was just starting to like you.❞

WENDIGOS. One of the most feared monsters in the history of the supernatural. Even they were not welcomed to Nevermore. Chased out of the school out of fear and hatred. Since then,none of the existing wendigos have stepped foot onto Nevermore soil in almost 200 years. Until Poppy Imber was born. That's when everything changed.

Soon after when she arrived to Nevermore chaos soon followed. People started turning up dead,and every creature at Nevermore thinks she is responsible. How would one feel if (almost) every single person thinks that you are a cold blooded killer?And besides,she was not free from the notorious 'bear' in the woods either. It was hunting her.A monster hunting another monster. Kinda ironic.

On top of that Nevermore has it's own deep dark secrets lying in the pages of the dusty books in the not so secrect library. Someone or something wants Poppy to dig deep,deeper than anyone has ever dug before and find out what the school is hiding. And find out how she is responsible for the schools ultimate demise along with Wednesday Addams. They always say the the truth will set one free ......right?

Being hunted,becoming a detective,falling in love,having weird dreams of a woman who looks like you,almost dying multiple times, and learning the identity of Nevermore's (other) monster.

Poppy is really enjoying her first year at Nevermore. It's honestly a blast.

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x black!femreader

Genre/s: Romance,Thriller,Mystery

Tags/Warnings: mentions of past bullying,murder,fake friends,gore,blood,violence,romance, flesh eating monsters,blood lovesick Xavier, smut,sexual scenes, explicit,mature content, a lil dark, oc is dealing with some shit,black!fem!oc!,plus size oc,maybe kidnapping?, teenage hormones, maybe Wednesday has some feelings.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

000| the accident

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Fencing ~Xavier Thorpe

Daisy and Xavier had always been the best of friends. Until he let her down. He let her down so hard. From texting daily and smiling in the hallways, to waiting patiently for a "good night" and searching for his eyes.

But his eyes were always focused on someone else. To Daisy it seemed as if they were glued to her, and he didn't even have time to give to her because he was always to busy watching Bianca.

"Oh but she's so pretty." "Have you seen what she did today?"

Blah blah blah

it didn't faze her in the beginning, he was always her best friend. Until that stopped too. "Bianca says we spent too much time together."

And what Bianca wanted she got. So Xavier and Daisy stopped hanging out, stopped walking to classes together, they stopped being friends.

Fencing had always been one of Daisy's favourite ways to pass time. She used to do it a lot with Xavier and after they'd go to shoot with their bows. But now she didn't do either of those. It reminded her a lot of him and to be completely honest he was the last thing she wanted to think about.

"Boys are stupid, they will only distract you from your goal."

"My goal or yours mother?"

Her mother was a very well known sorcerer, she had complete control over her powers and knew almost everything from every subject. It came with a price. Working her ass off to live up to her expectations, focus on studying instead of having fun, and practically doing nothing that would please herself.

The only thing she had that was her own was fencing. Her mother found it vile and 'a boy's sport' while her father had tried to support her. He had been captain of the fencing team.

Putting on her fencing gear and taking the necessary things for her own exercises. She tried to focus purely on her foil and her movements but seeing as she hadn't been to training for a few weeks she found herself having a little set back.

Being so focused she didn't notice the one person she hadn't wanted to see walk inside the room. He was clothed in his own gear and had his eyes trained on her. Moving along with her every movement. Memorizing her every detail he could see.

"What do you want?"

His eyes snapped away from the tip of her foil and connected with her eyes. He had been stunned for a moment. The first time in almost two years he would talk to her. Even the thought of it was eating him inside, how could he let it get so out of hand?

"Are you gonna answer or has Bianca swallowed your tongue?"

"She hasn't," he croaked out, the sound of his hoarse voice only made it sound like she had in fact. "I wanted to train and saw you in here."

"Then I'll leave you to it," she responded. She was cold and didn't move any muscle in her face. Only her legs and arms so she could leave as fast as possible.

"Or we could duel?" he suggested and if she hadn't been turned away from him she would've seen the desperation in his eyes. "You know, like we used to."

She turned around her face still stiff but her eyes betraying her and showing the pain she tried to hide. "Bianca wouldn't like that."

"So?" Xavier let out in a breath almost as if he didn't understand what she was implying, "What does she have to say about what I can or cannot do?"

"Didn't stop you last time, didn't she?"

But before he could apologize she had put her cap on again and pointed her foil at him, "En garde."

"En garde."

Their swords clashed against each other, Xavier could feel the force behind her blows and it made him think she wasn't fighting for fun anymore, not like they used to.

Daisy felt like she got weaker, as if she should've won already. but her emotions got the better of her getting her weaker and distracted giving him the upper hand just for a second too long. But the blonde recovered quickly from her mistake leaning to the side so his saber sliced the air besides her ribcage. She spun around and hit him right in his side.

Xavier had fallen to the side out of her force, wincing as he hit the floor with his knee and elbow. Daisy wanted to feel bad, she wanted to show she had gotten stronger and was fine without him. But as she took of her helmet her eyes brimmed with tears and her lip wobbled.

"I really want to say I'm fine and don't miss you, that I don't care. But you are such an ass for dropping me. You are a complete douchebag and I don't know if I'll ever forgive you."

She hadn't even noticed she had stepped closer to him and was almost spitting the words in his face as he looked up in her eyes. Trying to find an ounce of regret. But the only thing he saw was the reflection of his own guilt in her tears.

Not giving him time to answer she stormed out of the room taking all her stuff with her briskly and not daring to look back.

"I'm sorry," the boy whispered when he was alone, his head still tilled to the door where she walked out. He wiped over his cheek as he felt e tear roll down. "I am so goddamn sorry."

A/n

if you like this you should really check out my wattpad (hehe sponsoring myself) this is the first part of my book for Xavier there (an artist's muse) I can try to make it a litte short story on here too if you guys want but it can get pretty long so it's just easier to read there. Hope you like it and you have an amazing time!

Love, NLP

[corvydwytch]

Ancient histories? Dark secrets? A serial killer?

[Enter: A girl, like any other found at Nevermore. She was as pale as the moon, with grey eyes so light that they could've been mistaken for ivories. Her hair, as dark and iridescent as an oil spill, fell like a curtain around her narrow face, with long bangs as blunt as her tongue. She could always be found with her nose in a book, leaning precariously off a balcony or tree branch, too lost in her own to pay any mind to the living world around her. But she always heard the whispers behind her back; always caught the gazes of curiosity and disgust that shot her way.]

Delphinia Took was always quiet, but never the fool.

This is my shot at a Nevermore student OC c: More to come, maybe? If people are interested, lmk. I'm bored and I wanna write about this show.

[baziutawrites]

Reminder

Jealous!Xavier Thorpe x Fem OC smut

WARNING! If you are under 18 yrs old, do not read this piece. I do not take responsibility for anything if you proceed.

Masterlist

Val didn't think she could get that angry over something that stupid and yet, there she was, screaming in the middle of the packed courtyard during the lunch break. She felt the boiling rush of fury shooting through her veins, burning her eyes and mouth as if she got a face full of fire and when she realized what it meant, it was too late to even try to control it. She had enough of this thick-headed werewolf pestering her since the Rave'N. 

"Enough of this bullshit, Adam!"

She saw Xavier in her field of vision, stopping near some other group of guys, watching her as her face contorted into her true form, features elongating, sharpening, hollowing her cheeks as she shouted. 

The anger overtook her. 

Her pupils momentarily dissolved, covering her eyeballs in absolute blackness, dark and bottomless with rage. She felt her other set of teeth force their way out of her gums painfully because of their sharpness, protruding for a second before snapping back in, leaving a coppery taste of blood on her tongue.

"Leave. Me. Alone."

She panted, trying to regain composure and desperately not to let panic overcome her. This was the very first time she let her true form show publicly. Since no-one - except her group of friends from the Nightshades - knew about her being a nixie, a rusalka, a water demonic entity, they most definitely knew now. But even her friends never saw her in this form.

She closed her eyes, praying they would come back to normal when she opened them back again. She heard the footsteps of the Adam guy fade away and a small hand appeared on her shoulder.

Enid.

"Wow. Just, wow." She squealed into her ear. "That was bad-ass, girl. Totes bad bitch energy!"

She heard the rest of the group agree, Kent even whistled in approval.

Val's body twitched slightly as she slowly felt the tension subsiding, only now realizing how stiff she was, how hard she gritted her teeth, afraid the other set might snap back out again. She didn't expect their reaction to be positive at all and she felt warmth form in her chest. She couldn't believe she had such wonderful people around her. It made her feel accepted.

Xavier stood there, the image of his girlfriend in the form he only saw in an old musty book he found in the Nightshades' Library still fresh before his eyes. He watched the dude Val was just screeching at stop at the group of werewolves from his wing. He knew they were a bunch of knuckleheads, not very bright, always talking about how many girls they pulled every night, when the truth was they were just getting high and drunk every weekend with no single girl in sight. And then he heard the Adam guy saying the words he least expected in his situation.

"...I would definitely tame that little demon bitch, dude. Like, did you see her sharp dirty little mouth? How sick she looked?" 

They all laughed and howled, making Xavier's face heat up with anger. 

"Ow man, her kind fucks dudes to death!" More laughter ensued.

"Wild."

"Yea, but she's deffo all bite and scratch until you, y'kno, stuff your cock in her little cun–"

He couldn't stand this anymore. Anxiety and anger stabbed through his chest, constricting his lungs. His expression turned sour and he started towards Val, fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. He wouldn't have that.

His sudden movement startled the group and he was glad he got their attention, hoping they were shocked to see him appearing in such close proximity to them. Everyone knew he was dating her but some apparently needed a reminder.

He would show them who she really belonged to.

He stomped through the yard, closing the distance in a few, long strides and slung his lanky arms around Val's waist, pressing his body flush against her back, making her jump.

"Hey baby," he murmured into her ear, his voice audibly grumpy, his hot breath on her skin making her shiver slightly. He tugged at her collar, loosening her tie and pulling the material open just enough for the hickeys he left yesterday on her neck and collarbones to be visible, while hugging her close and gliding his lips over the other side of her neck. His eyes bore into the faces of the group of werewolves the entire time, relishing in the way they shifted uncomfortably. They realized he heard them.

Val melted into his touch, resting the back of her head on his shoulder. A sigh escaped her lips, the tension subsiding at the warmth of his body.

"Hey," she breathed, focusing on the feeling of his hair pressed against her cheek, trying not to moan at the wonderful sensation his mouth left with those sloppy kisses he was an expert at. Her back arched involuntarily and she pressed her butt against his thighs, earning a small grunt from him.

"Yea, hey to you too, Xavier," Divina piped up, a playful exasperation in her voice. "It's so nice to see you."

"Oh, we are good, thank you so much for asking." Yoko continued with an eye roll clear in her voice and the group snickered. 

There was a snap of a picture being taken and a loud squeal, followed by rapid tapping on the phone screen. Enid would definitely update her blog tonight and Xavier knew he and his girlfriend would be the main topic for the next week, considering everything that happened. He grinned viciously against Val's skin, still not letting go of the material of her shirt. He hoped the purple marks were very clear in the photo.

The sound of Enid's excitement brought Val back to full alert.

"Xav, what are you doing?" She laughed at him, slapping his hand away from her neckline. 

He only grumbled in response and angrily kissed her neck again. His eyes shifted towards that group once more, training on Adam, who gave him a middle finger before rushing out of the courtyard, whispering animatedly with his friends and shooting Xavier nasty looks over their shoulders. 

Bianca threw her hands up in the air this time.

"Are we see-through?" She joked. "Gosh, at least get a room, you two."

Val pushed his arms off of her, giggling and turning around to quickly peck him on the lips, and before he could pull her in for another one, she sat down between Ajax and Enid. They immediately swept her into a conversation about the werewolf guy, asking what was that all about, since she didn't say that much about his borderline stalkerish behaviour before. 

"What's the deal with that guy?" Ajax asked, frowning at the disappearing backs of the werewolves.

Before Val could respond however, Enid couldn't hold down her excitement anymore.

"You said he tried to ask you out at last year's Rave'N but you've turned him down, no?" She blurted out the question so fast it was almost unintelligible. "And he kept coming back. Like, several times. Every month. For a year!"

Everyone stared at her, including Val. She did not share that much info with anyone.

"How do you…?"

"I have my sources." She blinked at them innocently. "So, tell us more! We want to know everything!"

"Yea, for example, why didn't you tell me about it when it started?" Xavier grumbled, toying with a button of his uniform. His shoulders were stiff, he was obviously uncomfortable.

"Maybe because we weren't together at the Rave'N? Why would I tell you details about my love life back then?" 

He winced, his lips forming a thin line as he hung his head low, nodding slightly. Memories of the dance came back to him - how he felt when he saw her with Cameron, her vampire guy friend, dancing to a slow tune, heads together, laughing at each others jokes. How he longed to be the one holding her in his arms but instead, his stupid ass convinced himself it was impossible and forced himself to pin over Wednesday, telling himself he liked her more than a friend, unknowingly pushing Val further away. And then, this fucking Adam dude came around.

"Touché." Bianca clicked her tongue.

"Wait, Enid said he kept pestering you after you rejected him at the dance, right?" Divina shifted her body to look Val in the eyes while Enid nodded frantically.

"Why didn't you tell us at all, tell Xavier when you actually started dating? Girl, it has been almost a fucking year, don't you think he went a little overboard?"

"Because it was stupid. Is stupid."

"I didn't find the way he kept trying to touch you stupid." Wednesday's deadpan voice startled them, as she popped up next to Enid. Her unblinking stare bore into Valerye's head. "I think he deserves to have his limbs cut off. To set an example."

"He touched you?" Yoko froze, just as Xavier's head snapped back up.

"I mean, he tried." Valet out a dark chuckle. "But after I broke his fingers during swimming practice, he turned to spamming my Insta, and trying to pick me up by telling some gross shit sometimes. And those god awful gifts, like those fucking sex dice." She shuddered.

"How about ripping out his tongue now?"

"Wednesday!" Enid shushed her girlfriend, frantically trying to diffuse the tension forming in their circle.

"Or we could sew his mouth shut," Bianca mused and smiled at Wednesday when she gave her an approving look.

"Guys, I appreciate it, really, but it's nothing. Seriously!" Val insisted when Kent and Divina both shook their heads, Ajax leaning back on the bench with his eyebrows raised so high they almost disappeared underneath his beanie. "He probably will lose interest soon."

The entire group didn't look convinced, however. Xavier included.

He felt twinges of anxiety in his chest again, which didn't leave him for the rest of the day. He followed closely behind Val for the entire time he physically could - and thankfully for him, their timetables didn't differ from one another much - a scowl was twisting his features every time they passed Adam or one of his stupid werewolf friends in the halls.

He made sure his hands or lips were present on his girlfriend's body when the werewolves were around, getting bolder and bolder with each hour as they shot daggers at one another. Val sensed a change in his behaviour and slowly started to get miffed at this increasingly obvious cockfight. This was getting ridiculous.

It got to a breaking point when he forced her deskmate out of their chair for the sixth time today, only to sit there with a grumpy expression thinning his lips and his hands traveling up her thighs so far up it almost brushed against her panties.

"Are you mad?" She hissed at him, swatting his hand away and ironing out her skirt, trying not to bring the teacher's attention onto them.

Usually, his antics would make her eager to get some action but combined with his unfocused, anxiety ridden stare and his pissy, twisted features it only made her want to shake him out of this weird state he was in.

"Come." She dragged him out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang. He followed obediently, his mind trained at the feeling of her hand inside his and her skirt swishing around her swaying hips as she walked in front, leading the way. 

They stopped at the quiet corner, near the rarely used bathrooms at the very end of the hall. She pushed him against the wall and jabbed a finger into his chest, looking up at him. 

"What in the fucking hell is up with you?"

He wasted no time, snatching her and pulling her body into his, his large hands sliding underneath her shirt. He kissed her, hungrily and possessively, almost as if he was about to lose her, forcing his tongue into her mouth with a whimper.

"Those fucking werewolf guys… They were talking shit… about you."

She pushed him off, rolling her eyes at his explanation.

"Xavi, do you realize people do talk about other people all the time, right? It's called gossip–"

"They say they would fuck you," he gritted his teeth, his jaw muscles clenching, accentuating his sharp features. "They said they would 'tame that little demon bitch', Val. I heard that alright."

"You think they can?" She chuckled and shook her head.

He avoided her eyes but his face showed everything, how pissed he was at a mere thought of her being in bed with some other dude. At the very idea of another man daring to want her in his bed. It dawned on her. 

He was jealous. And for some fucking reason, insecure. 

She sighed with exasperation.

"Xavier. Look at me."

His eyes darted down towards hers, a sort of worry deeply etched in the way he looked at her. 

"Do I really need to remind you, who fucks me almost every night?"

A smile twitched his now flushed cheeks, a warm sensation in his chest, trickling down to his crotch.

"You seriously want me to say it?" She laughed. He looked at her, sheepish.

"Yea", he murmured quietly, smiling stupidly down at her. His breath quickened at the anticipation he was flooded with and licked his lips, shivers traveling down his body.

"Do you remember, who eats me out until I squirt all over their face? Who fingers me so good I lose my fucking mind after minutes of it? Whose entire fucking fist was stuffed inside me not that long ago, baby?"

He groaned quietly, pressing himself into her, grinding his erection against her abdomen and burying his face into her neck. He was hot to the touch, veins on his neck protruding.

"Any ideas, who stuffs his fat cock inside my dripping cunt and fucks me senseless and makes me cum all around it, hm? Because I think I know who that is, Xavier."

He moaned into her mouth as he lunged for a kiss, pushing his thigh in between her knees and she immediately pressed her wet cunt against his lanky leg, rocking her hips on top of him. Pride swell in his chest, making him feel lightheaded. Her hands went straight towards his bulge, palming him through the material, she was relishing in the little sounds he made thanks to her.

"Enlighten me." He pleaded, wide green eyes filled with need. He gripped her hips, helping her move against him, feeling the material of his pants getting moist where she rubbed herself onto it. 

"So, in case you didn't notice who rails me raw almost every day, Thorpe, it is you. It's your dick that I love to ride, it is your face that I love to grind my wet pussy on. It is you, and only you, you absolute idiot."

He inhaled sharply when she squeezed his erect cock through his pants with a groan on her end as she felt how incredibly hard he was. Praise always got him all hot and bothered.

"Please, baby." His voice now low and raspy, his fingers dancing at the hem of her skirt. He wanted to see her underneath him, to hear her moan his name while she writhed with his cock plunged deep inside her. She was his and only his. Not some Adam guy's, not any other guy's. His. 

And yet, he still felt as if this was just a dream, an incredibly lewd and unreal dream. He needed to feel her, to prove he wasn't imagining things.

"Please what?" She teased, his lower lip now between her teeth as she pulled it and swiftly followed with a messy kiss. Soft moans mixed together while their tongues intertwined once again, caressing each other, saliva dripping at the corners of their mouths. Her hands found their way into his hair, messing up his bun completely while scratching his scalp. 

Xavier groaned and dug his fingers into her hips, growing desperate with each passing second. His pant leg was drenched by now, her wetness seeping through the material and onto his skin. 

"Let me fuck you." He looked at her with his pleading puppy dog eyes, leading her backwards towards the men's bathroom. "I want you. I need you. I have to feel you. Please."

"You are unbelievable." She breathed as she felt her back pushing the door open, her mouth busy on Xavier's neck. 

It wasn't long before she was sat at the countertop where the sinks were, her back against the cool glass of the mirror behind her. Her tie discarded, her uniform a mess, with her skirt pushed up, material pooling around her waist, exposing her thighs which were immediately pushed open by Xavier. His big palms glided over her sensitive skin, making her shiver when his long fingers got close to her covered pussy. 

A loud, long moan escaped her when he slid his fingertips across the soaked material of her panties, gasping at the sensation. He then slowly peeled the material off of her.

"God, Val," his voice cracking at the sight of the inside of the material completely covered in translucent, thick liquid, strands of it stretching towards her swollen pussy lips. They too were covered in her juices entirely, her perky clit peeking from underneath it's hood, glistening in the fluorescent light of the bathroom. "You're so fucking wet."

"It's all your fault, Xavier." She groaned, moving her hips expectantly. A few new droplets appeared at her slit when she shifted and he went feral. Yanking the underwear down, he latched his mouth onto her clit, his tongue lapping her up. Stifled throaty moans erupted from his chest as her pussy flooded his mouth, the taste shocking him every time at how delicious it was. She bucked her hips against his face, smearing her wetness all over his chin despite the strong grip he had on her hips. Her loud, needy moans combined with his hair being tugged at, prompted him to focus all of his attention on her hardened clit. 

He sucked and licked her as if his life depended on it, making her cry out.

"Babe, oh god slowdownplea-aah," she pleaded, trying and failing to push his head away. "So intense, go-ohnna wet myself–"

Her words made him jolt, a newfound determination flooding his mind and body, making his cock strain painfully against the material of his pants, desperate to feel her heat. His grunts sent vibrations deep into her cunt and he resumed pleasuring her even more intensely than before, his tongue repeatedly rubbing her sensitive nub while he sucked on it with all his might. 

He watched with a dazed expression, how she arched her back, chest heaving, trying feebly to escape his lips. Feverish sounds of her wails filled the bathroom but this wasn't enough for his ego.

Three of his long, skillful fingers plunged inside her dripping hole, making her cry out in pleasure again. He stretched her almost painfully, filling her up nearly as good as his dick always did. But when he curled them upwards, pressing all three of them against her g spot and began absolutely assaulting it, setting a pace so fast it made her mind go blank, only the overwhelming pleasure present in her head, she felt her body give into him. Her senses were of fire. His mouth never leaving her clit, making the electrifying sensations unbearable, she positively wailed as if she was possessed. 

And then she felt it - the overbearing sensation of fiery stinging in her inner thighs and cunt, telling her she was doomed. She tensed up, her legs shaking and she stopped breathing, her eyes boring into Xavier's. He knew it too.

The way her face was flushed, eyes glazed over, pure pleasure contorting her features, her skin burning his arm that was looped around her thigh, stopping her from closing them - he devoured the sight. He wanted every drop of what was to come to be his.

"Yes," came his muffled voice, "yes baby, do it, squirt on me."

Before he finished the sentence, he felt it. The burning hot liquid flooded his chin and neck, seeping into his collar, dripping down his chest. Her voice, almost unrecognizable, guttural, reverberated between the tiled walls as her eyes rolled backwards. He felt as if he was about to cum in his pants.

But he didn't stop pleasuring her, his mouth firm on her sopping, soft cunt, his arm still moving fast, bringing her close to the wet release again, mere seconds after the previous one. This time, he let go of her clit and opened his mouth, trying to catch all of her liquids when she squirted on him again. This was absolute heaven.

With his face dripping, he stood up from the floor, eyes roaming over Val's body sprawled before him on the counter. Her cunt was dripping with her juices, droplets sliding down her asscheeks and falling onto the floor. He needed to feel her on his dick, he was desperate at this point. 

He fumbled with his belt when his phone let out a "ding". Val waved at him to check it.

"I need a breather." She panted, eyes closed, her mind swimming. He chuckled, self-satisfied at the sight in front of him, and pulled out his phone.

.

Jaxxo

Whr u at

Class started 30 mins ago

.

Xav 

Busy 🤫

Won't make it tell'em I got sick or sth pls

.

Jaxxo 

Ookay 

Val with u? 😏

Wait don't answer I don't wanna know lol

Btw that dumbfuck still on abt ur girl

Adam Welsh or what he called 

Says val secretly likes him like bro 💀

Stop it's embarrassing 

An idea popped into Xavier's mind - an insane one for sure and Val would absolutely dismember him afterwards… but the venomous snakes coiling in his chest at the very mention of that fucker made him want to show him who is in on top. And, oh, he will show him alright.

A vicious grin adorned his features as he tapped on his phone quickly.

.

Xav

Got an idea

And need ur help with it

Tell that fucker u heard val is waiting for him

In the men's bathroom on the end of the 3rd

The one no one uses basically 

Maybe seeing sth will get the idea out of his thick fucking head

.

Jaxxo

What

Why

Oooooh 

Oooh wait

Bro 😶

U sure

Well shit alright

But don't tell val I had anything to do wit it okay

I don't wanna be dead lol

Will attend ur funeral tho promise 🙏

"What you grinning at?" Val smiled and eyed Xavier's expression as he put away the phone next to them. Her hands were busy with his zipper, clearly ready to take him now.

"Nothin'." He answered a bit too quickly for it to be actually nothing so he tried to distract her by gliding his palm underneath her shirt, squeezing her breasts. "Just our sweet Ajax worrying about us and all."

He sighed, feeling her taste on his tongue and her palm now working on his erect length on full display now. He was twitching, anticipation building up in his chest and groin. He purred, feeling the delicious friction he longed for so badly and bucked into her hand, covering it with precum. 

"You ready for me, baby?" Val breathed, pulling him towards her. "I feel so empty without you inside me."

Xavier groaned, all thoughts about the werewolf guy fleeting from his mind as he felt his tip glide against her dripping folds.

"Always," he breathed, their mouths connecting as he pushed his throbbing dick inside her with a pleasured groan, mixing with her whimpers.

From the corner of her eye, Val saw Xavier's phone screen lit up with a message from Ajax saying 'on it chief'. But her boyfriend grabbed her thighs and pushed them towards her chest, leaning onto them and started thrusting and every single rational thought she had disappeared, only to be replaced by the overwhelming waves of pleasure that sent sparks through her body each time Xavier’s cock pushed deep into her fluttering cunt. The pace he set was fast but not too much, leaving her wanting more of him, more of this. His name falling from her lips made his hips stutter. He thirstily drank it from her mouth as they sloppily caressed each other with their open mouthed kisses. He put her ankles at the both sides of his face, leaving his hands free to hungrily roam her body writhing underneath his weight.

It wasn't long before she grew hot to the touch.

"Xavi, god baby, I'm close." Her whining made his hips lose their rhythm for a second, and she desperately lifted her butt up to meet his thrusts faster. "You feel so good, so thick, filling me up like that."

She was lost in pleasure, babbling sweet nonsense, trying to grab his hips, scratching at his arms. The sounds of their voices, mixed with the lewd, wet sounds of his cock being repeatedly swallowed by her pussy, skin slapping against skin, filled every corner of the bathroom. She was so close, so cockdrunk, she didn't hear the bathroom door open and a voice calling out.

"Hey, sexay, you waiting for m‐‐"

Adam strutted into the bathroom she was supposedly waiting for him at, only to stop dead in his tracks the second he saw the scene unfold before his eyes.

Xavier Thorpe was balls deep inside Valerye's wet cunt, with her legs up against his chest, writhing under his repeated, fast thrusts, her voice throaty as she moaned her boyfriend's name into his mouth.

"Fuck, Xavier, Xavier, oh yes, I'm cumming, god I'm cumming, Xavi don't stop, please, make me cum, make me…" 

Her eyes suddenly grew wide as her body strained upwards, mouth in a silent 'o' as she pressed her damp forehead against Xavier's, nails digging into his arms. He would definitely have scratch marks and it made him proud as fuck. His flushed cheeks got even redder as he felt her body heat up like she was about to catch fire. He watched her eyes go unfocused, seeing and feeling her spasming as her orgasm tore through her.

"Xavier, Xavier, Xavi–" The rest of her wails turned into an incoherent garble, as she threw her head back, eyes rolling to the back of her head. She felt as if her mind disconnected from her body for a few seconds when Xavier groaned her own name. 

"Fuck, Valerye. Fuck." His cock swell and with erratic thrusts, he spilled inside her, pumping her cunt to the brim with his seed. His body then rested on top of hers, both exhausted, yet she still rocked herself down from her high, his softening dick still inside her.

As if she was underwater, she thought she heard Xavier's voice. It was filled with pure malice.

"Like to watch, furry? Or looking for something - or someone, huh?" A vengeful, wide, seething smile contorted his features as he raised his eyebrows at the dumbstruck werewolf still standing in the bathroom, watching them with wide, unblinking eyes.

"What?" Val rubbed her eyes and turned her head to the side, only to see the back of Adam's uniform disappear in the doorway of the room. "...what?!"

She sprung to her feet, pushing Xavier off of her only to feel his arms around her waist a second after she was off the counter. Her knees gave out, legs shaky, and she would fall flat on her face if it wasn't for his quick reflexes.

"What the fuck was that?" She gestured wildly towards the door.

"No idea," he said with the most ingenuine innocence plastered across his face. His voice, however, gave it all away - a cocky sort of pride mixed with self satisfaction clearly audible in those two words made her look at him incredulously. He quickly glanced at his phone, still on the counter and grinned stupidly, looking at her from underneath his eyelashes.

"NO, you did not." Her eyes bulged out at him in shock, she was feeling faint.

"The entire Academy is going to know! About… abouth this!" She waved her hands around in between them and leaned over the sink.

"Don't think so." Xavier turned on the faucet and wet some paper towels. She looked at him but before she could berate him some more, he continued. "I think he's not gonna say a single word about that."

Val felt the damp paper on her inner thighs and she shivered at the sensation. He peppered her butt with tiny kisses while cleaning her of his mess that dripped out of her.

"I think he's way too embarrassed now to admit he was thinking you might be into him. Not to mention he saw you cum around my cock, moaning my name while you did that."

"He saw that…?" Val breathed, frozen in utter disbelief, hand pressed against her forehead. Xavier noded, a vicious grin once again stretching his lips.

"I guess he needed to see and find out for himself, poor thing." He mused, feigning concern. "Since, you know, you nearly biting his head off during lunch break did absolutely nothing to get the fact that you are not interested through that thick skull of his."

"I just… thought I'd give him a little hint, y'kno? Help a bro out."

"I can't believe you." A heat of embarrassment crept up her cheeks as she turned around to face him, fixing her uniform. He sported his signature smirk as he zipped his pants up and went to tie his hair again, since it was completely disheveled. A light pink tint was present on his chiseled cheeks and jawline, his full lips even plumper from all the work they've done, still stretched into this fucking prideful grin.

She grabbed his loosened, damp tie and pulled him down to her level, crashing her lips with his, surprising him enough to make him drop the hair tie.

"Thorpe, you are so lucky I actually like you." She murmured against his lips, making him laugh as he pulled her closer to him. "Otherwise you would be dead by now."

[nightingale2004]

Belladonna Addams information series pt.4

Her fashion aesthetic is modern goth, Victorian era, and dark witch. Also, anything that's black or any dark color and has a corset (she likes corsets due to how tight you could tie it and barely breathes while wearing it. It's good practice for her)

She does color some of her hair, but only dark colors and never pink. She hates pink with a passion (it's a gateway color)

Her favorite types of music are rock, goth, classical music, and Mexican music. She's also a fan of Lana del Ray, Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, Breaking Benjamin, Three days grace, Evanescence, Skillet, Florence + the machine, Joan Jett, a bit of a fan of Kesha, and MARINA.

She also highlights her hair dark colors as well (if she's feeling a bit brave)

When she met Bianca, she hated her at first sight. She even sliced a scale off her face when they fought during fencing class after Wednesday lost.

Bianca and Belladonna have a frenemies relationship as the series of events go on to a mutual respect.

Bianca hated Bella because she had her ex-boyfriend Xavier Thorpe's attention and how bella was towards her when they first met, but then, as the events unfolded, they came to a somewhat respectable mutual understanding

Before you ask, yes. She had read all of the Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Hunger Games, Maze Runner, Divergent, and (unfortunately) all the Twilight Books series.

She feels like the books aren't brought to life properly except when it comes to hunger games and maze runner. She's Iffy about the Harry Potter movie series and despises the divergent and twilight movies series along with percy jackson movies.

If you were to ask her (she'd deny reading these books and/or saw the movies, of course), she's a Ravenclaw Slytherin, daughter of hecate and blessed by Hades.

She and Wednesday secretly write fanfiction together.

When she and Wednesday found out about the Nightshade society, she was underwhelmed and rejected the invite along with her sister. But when their mother told them what the Nightshade society was, Bella made a vow that she would try to help the Nightshade society back to its former honorable glory instead of dumb social group.

@ateliefloresdaprimavera

[robertsmithclone]

I Wait For You (Its What I Do)

Xavier Thorpe x Female Original Character (Sade Ricci)

Sade Ricci’s fangs just came in two weeks into the school year, so that means a transfer to Nevermore academy. (Does not follow show plot)

1.9k words (part three)

TW: cigarettes, vapes, mention of pills, blood, mentions of making out, falling and becoming unconscious, eating disorder if you squint, weed, smoking

Posting to Ao3 under wonde_rr and Wattpad under SHADYGROVEE

Playlist: it’s in the works

chapter three masterlist

“So, Sade, why don’t you wear glasses like Yoko? I mean, I never really asked why she wears them…have any of us? Yoko’s usually with Divina nowadays…”

Having Ajax as a partner in Thornhill’s class was not Sade’s favorite part of Nevermore, and she doubted it ever would be.

Sade liked Ajax. He was nice, funny even, but sometimes he wouldn’t not stop talking and asking questions. Sade would bet most of her money that he was high right now. Despite that, she hoped they would make good friends now that Xavier convinced her not to remove herself from the group the other day.

That was Monday, which meant it was Friday. Sade couldn’t wait to get out of third period. Staring at the back of Xavier’s and Wednesday’s heads while they worked on the assignment together was making her sick.

“Sade?”

The girl turned to see Ajax staring at her. She smiled slightly.

“Sorry, Ajax, I zoned out.”

The gorgon smiled back at her. “It’s all cool. You’ll have to provide some answers to my questions another time.”

“Oh yeah…” Sade wasn’t sure what to say, she almost felt bad (mostly for the fact she wanted to drain his blood. Only slightly, though).

She quickly scribbled down her phone number in her notebook and ripped out the paper, handing it to Ajax. “Here. Text me later.”

Ajax looked confused for a moment when he picked up the paper, before grinning at her again. “You don’t have snapchat or instagram?”

She just kind of looked at the boy and he laughed. “I’ll take that as a no. Jesus, I’m hungry. Do you think anything in here is edible?”

Sade tuned him slightly out again, focusing more on the assignment than anything else. She was smart, yes, but she knew she couldn’t focus on trying to stab both Wednesday and Xavier with her eyes the whole period. Plus Ajax certainly wasn’t getting much done.

“Is it because you’re like a baby vampire? Y'know, the blood pills and shit?”

The vampire sighed.

——

“…Dude, you’ve never seen How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days?” Ajax had a bewildered look on his face and Xavier wanted to shoot himself.

“No, Jax.” The artist sighed as he watched his best friend take another hit of his blunt.

“Enid made me watch it back when, y’know, she wasn’t out of the closet. It’s actually so good. I should’ve told you about it before so you could’ve used Ben’s sexy tactics to get with Wednesday. Wait, I think she’s dating Enid. Hey, where’s Rowan?”

Xavier sighed again, before inhaling the smoke Ajax was letting out. “I don’t care about Wednesday anymore. Rowan is probably with Sade at this rate.” The boy ended with a sour look on his face, feeling extremely jealous.

Ajax looked at him. “Wait, did you seriously just get over Wednesday like that? I mean Sade is attractive, but we’ve known her for like, not even a week yet.”

Xavier shook his head. “I’ve been getting over Wednesday. She made it obvious she wasn’t interested back in like, sophomore year. Her getting with Enid was the last push I needed.”

The gorgon looked at him skeptically. “You sure it wasn’t Sade?”

“Yes! I’m sure! This isn’t about her, or Wednesday, or Bianca, or Tyler!” Xavier burst up from his seat in the corner of the dorm. He had a hand on his hip and one rubbing his temples.

Ajax put his hands up in defense. “I’m sorry dude, you know I didn’t mean it like that,”

Xavier looked up at the boy before Rowan walked in. Both their heads turned to him, his lips seeming slightly swollen and his hair mussed up. “Hey, guys.”

“Christ, what happened to you?” Ajax questioned.

Rowan flushed as they heard loud music start, flowing in from the window.

All three boys went to look out of it, seeing a window from the girl’s dorms open, and out of it flowing an Italian melody. A sweet voice singing the Italian perfectly started to flow over with the music.

Xavier slammed the window shut and the other two boys flinched. The artist stormed away from it to the other side of the room and started pacing.

It was silent for a moment before Xavier spoke. “So what, Rowan, you were just with her, weren’t you?”

Neither boy had to ask who the taller boy was talking about, it wasn’t even a question.

“…It-it’s nothing serious…just…fun…?” Rowan spoke and it sounded like a question. Sade had made it clear to him that she just wanted to make out. That was it. What Rowan hadn’t expected was a cut along his lip and a small hickey on his upper jaw.

Xavier was fuming and Ajax looked slightly frightened.

“What fun?” He spoke with venom in his voice that felt thick.

“She told me she just wanted to make out, I dunno. I doubt it’ll amount to anything if that’s what you’re worried about, Xavier.” Rowan sighed. “She’s all yours.”

Ajax looked between the two boys before taking another hit of the blunt and texting Enid what was happening. The girl had sent various emojis before responding with actual words.

Enid

this is almost council meeting worthy!!!!!!

Enid

like what do we do about Sade

Enid

i hate to say it but she’s been messing?? things up a little bit. rocking the boat if you will

Ajax

yeah

Ajax

really nice tho

Ajax

we’ve all been in a routine with each other for so long and she’s just altered it yk for better or worse

Enid

EXACTLY!!!!!

Ajax put his phone down to see Rowan had gone into the bathroom and Xavier had sat down again, but he was sulking. Not too unusual.

“Dude, we kind of knew Sade was flirty, I really doubt it’s anything.”

Xavier didn’t say anything for a minute, just sitting with a jealous look on his face.

“I know I can’t control her, but I already really like her. If she’s just running around doing shit with guys for ‘fun’ then how am I supposed to try and get with her anyways?”

“You’re overthinking it! You just gotta try. If she’s not into it then you can’t do anything about it. We just met her, she could be the devil for all we know. Chill out and if it’s meant to be, it’ll be. I’m sure we’ve all made out with people before without it meaning anything…hormones, Dude.” Ajax provided surprisingly good insight and Xavier looked at him.

“You’re right. I can't take this shit out on Rowan…I’m just scared I guess. I’ve already taken this liking to her and I don’t wanna lose what I don't even have yet.” The boy sighed, running his hand through his hair.

Ajax nodded and pat Xavier on the shoulder. “This shits tough man, I get it. Your past romances don’t help. You deserve something good. Let this be good!”

Xavier looked up at his best friend and smiled slightly before looking down to his phone.

——

Saturday came around and Sade found herself in the woods again. Her jeans and sweatshirt weren’t exactly suited for the rain and a damp vampire was not a happy one. Her umbrella would have to suffice.

She was upset because of the rain, itching for a cigarette, her stomach was growling, and she couldn’t find anything to help her thirst for real blood. Sade knew the blood pills would help that over time, that’s what they were meant to do, but she couldn’t be bothered to listen to her Dad anymore.

Her Dad was a vampire and she didn’t know her mother, so she was probably some sort of half-breed, the reason for her not knowing she was a vampire till her fangs came in and her lack of sunglasses so she didn’t go blind. This was her working theory, but she had never asked her Dad. He didn’t like to talk about her mother.

“Christ I need a cigarette…or a vape…something to stop this headache.” Sade muttered, cursing herself for leaving her cigarettes in her dorm.

After finding nothing to drain the blood out of, she stumbled upon Xavier’s shed again. There was no one in it and Sade was desperate.

She picked the lock with a stray bobby pin and started rummaging through anything and everything to find some semblance of nicotine.

Eventually Sade found an old vape, thrown in a drawer with a few crumpled pieces of paper. She hit the vape a few times, which surprisingly wasn’t dead, before she calmed down. What felt like animalistic urges were gone.

The vampire threw the vape back into the drawer, closing it quickly. She stopped for a moment before opening the drawer back up and taking out one of the crumpled up pieces of paper. Sade unfolded the paper, straightening it out on the desk as she saw what was on it.

Fangs, eyes with slight red penciling, lips, and hands with long fingernails. A look of confusion twisted on the girl's face as she took out more of the crumpled papers, seeing similar things on all of them.

Sade looked at the drawings laid out in front of her, biting the fingernail of her thumb before crumpling them all back up and stuffing them in the drawer. She took another hit of the vape before slamming it shut.

The vampire stood there for a moment before spinning around in horror as she heard laughter and footsteps begin to draw closer.

“Merda, merda.” She mumbled under her breath, unsure of what to do.

Her mind seemed to move on autopilot as she quickly took off her shoes and slipped out of the crack in the door, abandoning her umbrella where she left it outside. The voices and footsteps were getting closer and closer. Sade stuck her shoes down the front of her sweatshirt before running to the nearest tree. She climbed it quickly and with skill. Perks of vampirism.

Xavier, Ajax, and Rowan had approached now, confused at the sight of the umbrella and unlocked door. Sade watched from above, not daring to breathe. She seriously didn’t wanna fuck up the already fucked up friendships she had going on with these guys, especially Xavier. She knew he’d be pissed.

“Jesus, things were going well after last night.” Xavier was pissed alright. “Is someone in there?!”

The boy stormed into his shed, Ajax and Rowan looking at each other before following after him.

Sade could hear what was going on inside, another perk of vampirism! There was shuffling, the voices were muffled but she could tell Ajax and Rowan were trying to calm the artist down. She was fairly certain she hadn’t left anything out of place, not touching anything but the door and the drawer with its contents.

Xavier stormed out of the shed, his two best friends right behind him. He started looking around the nearby woods as Ajax and Rowan tried to come up with explanations.

Sade hoped she was occupying the only place they wouldn’t look; up.

The combination of all three boy’s blood almost made her want to jump to the ground and—she needed to focus.

It was hard, though. Last night she had cut open Rowan’s lip ‘on accident’ with her fangs while making out with him. She had tasted exactly what she had been craving, and she would bet her life—not that she really had one, in a literal sense, she was technically dead—that Xavier’s blood tasted even better than sweet Rowan’s.

That was the last thing she thought about before slipping out of the tree and falling to the ground. It was all black.

——

translations

merda - shit

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tags:

@solacestyles

@wxnderingthoughts

[nikosasaki]

The Demon of Jericho ⋆ incorrect quotes

“I’m not even sure why I said that. Yoko, I don’t think this flirting thing is for me.”

taglist: @kendelias @chlobenet @bravelittleflower @eddiemunscns  @alimas@valdrinors @edshopper @eddysocs @heavenlysurf @arrthurpendragon  @villanele @nolanhollogay @stanshollaand @lovehermioneforever @raith-way @kiara-carrera @decennia @luucypevensie @waterloou  @connietheecunning @hiddenqveendom @foxesandmagic @jvstjewels @samwilsonns @endless-oc-creations @ginevrastilinski @sunlitscribe @dyhlanobrien @chrissymunson @partiallypearl @witchofinterest

[eeeeeeebunny]

question

so hi, a week or two ago i made a post about the percy situation and i mentioned a book i have planned and i wanted to see if any of ya’ll would be interested in reading it if i put it out, and just for fun heres another little idea for another book idea i had for another one of his characters

(not giving away to many plot points if you are interested in reading them)

Xavier thorpe x oc {enemies to lovers} xavier and oc used to be best friends until they got into a disagreement that ruined everything. a few years later, oc is living their best life until a strange series events causes them to transfer to nevermore academy, essentially ruining their life, except what if it changes for the better?

andy strucker x Y/N (or oc haven’t decided !) 

Y/N and andy grew up in the same neighborhood for a while they weren’t friends but they were civil up until late middle school where they started hanging out a bit more. (Y/Ns a mutant as well) one day they just happened to be at the same place, wrong time. causing them to get roped into the strucker siblings mess

[genuinerio]

STILL INTO YOU ↠ 「 XAVIER THORPE 」

NOTES: I hope that this story turns out well. The first chapter will come out soon. I hope you all enjoy! Also, happy new year. I’m sorry, I decided to change my OC’s name after all and give it a new boho/indie vibe after some inspiration plus I’m a huge Bob Marley and reggae fan.

FURTHER NOTE: I’m unsure if this story will go on further based on what has been revealed about Percy, I’m deeply sorry.

Profile of Marley Cameron.

ABOUT ↴

FULL NAME: MARLEY SLOANE CAMERON.

NICKNAMES: MAR, THE QUEEN OF SARCASM. (everyone), MARLS, DARLING, SUNSHINE. (xavier).

HAIR COLOR: BROWN.

EYE COLOR: BROWN.

HEIGHT: 5’6.

PLACE OF BIRTH: JERICHO.

DATE OF BIRTH: 3 JANUARY 2005.

ZODIAC: CAPRICORN.

AGE: SEVENTEEN.

CLASS: VAMPIRE.

STATUS: ALIVE.

ORGIN: WEDNESDAY (2022).

OCCUPATION: STUDENT AT NEVERMORE ACADEMY. (currently), WEATHERVANE. (part-time barista).

AFFILIATIONS: NEVERMORE ACADEMY, OPHELIA HALL, WEDNESDAY ADDAMS, SAN FRANCISCO PACK, NIGHTSHADE SOCIETY.

FAMILY: UNNAMED. (father), UNNAMED. (mother), UNNAMED BROTHERS. (older brothers), UNNAMED. (younger sister).

FRIENDS: XAVIER THORPE. (best friend), AJAX PETROPOLUS. (close friend), YOKO TANAKA. (best friend, roommate), WEDNESDAY ADDAMS. (good friend), ENID SINCLAIR. (good friend, like a sister), ROWAN. (good friend), TYLER GALPIN. (friend), THING. (friend), EUGENE OTTINGER. (friend), KENT. (friend).

ENEMIES: BIANCA BARCLAY. (currently), DIVINA. (frenemy).

SEXUALITY: PANSEXUAL.

LOVE INTERESTS: XAVIER THORPE. (eventual love interest, friends to lovers), AJAX PETROPOLUS. (first date), TYLER GALPIN. (kissed), UNNAMED. (previous ex-boyfriends and girlfriends), UNKNOWN WOMEN. (kissed), KENT. (possible crush-by-on).

POWERS/SKILLS: PARTAKES IN FENCING AND IMMORTALITY.

STRENGTHS: KINDNESS, NOT AFRAID TO STAND UP FOR THOSE THAT NEED IT NOR HERSELF OR FOR THOSE SHE LOVES, OFFERS COMFORT.

WEAKNESSES: AFRAID OF EMOTIONS AT TIMES, FEELS LIKE SHE CAN EASILY SELF SABOTAGE HERSELF.

GOALS: TO FIGHT THE HYDE.

HOBBIES: FASHION, PHOTOGRAPHY, TO STIR DRAMA FOR BIANCA, CAN PLAY BOTH THE BASS GUITAR AND DRUMS.

FIRST APPEARANCE: WEDNESDAY’S CHILD IS FULL OF WOE.

CURRENT APPEARANCE: A MURDER OF WOES.

FACE CLAIM: CHINA ANNE MCCLAIN.

FACTS ABOUT MARLEY ↴:

1. She is among the group of outcasts that are Vampires at Nevermore Academy and has to wear dark sunglasses in daylight.

2. Marley is apart of the Nightshade Society alongside some of her friends like Xavier and Ajax.

3. At times when hanging out as he draws, Xavier often considers Marley to be his muse for certain art projects.

4. Despite wanting to deny, Marley sees herself’s self confidence as a pure facade to hide how she truly feels and in refusing to accept.

5. Her and Xavier have been best friends for quite a while to which this causes others to falsely believe they are secretly together and have feelings in a romantic manner. This irks them both but especially Marley because she believes a guy and girl can be strictly platonic friends without a romance.

6. Feminism is something that she finds very important to her, Marley believes that women can do anything that a man could do.

7. Her parents named her Marley after famous reggae legend, Bob Marley who her parents, whole family alongside herself are huge fans of.

[green-ville]

Run Boy Run pt 4

Lonely

Sorry for not posting in a while. I had exams last week and promptly became deceased (college = fun). My brain is still fried and I don't know how I've managed to string this sentence together. But, I've passed all my classes after an astounding 3 mental breakdowns in a 30 day time period. That's a 200% increase from last semester. ;) Anyway, enjoy.

__________

            Giavanna felt terrible. It was debatable between whether she should feel terrible or not, because it wasn't everyday five werewolves show their faces in the woods at night. However, assault as a first line of defense was frowned upon in many states.

          That was why she kept apologizing. The issue was she was apologizing to Wednesday, who did not care.

          After Wednesday woke up, the situation was better explained. No, these were not attackers; they were students probably playing a prank on the new girl. Giavanna immediately felt terrible, took away the nets, and started apologizing; only for the Dean to show up with another teacher because reports of at least a dozen students being out of bed.

          It was a party. Giavanna got out of trouble because she said she was doing wards, the Dean looked at Wednesday with a sigh and said 'again?', and the wolves didn't shift back to hide their identities. They tried to postpone their punishment for as long as possible, but their detention was inevitable.

          By the time Giavanna was going back to her room, she was shaking from the cold. Even if she did make her skort longer, it wasn't going to become any thicker, so she didn't see the point in wasting magic. She just hoped it would be warmer.

          It was not warmer in the room, but it would be inaccurate to say she didn't warm up a little when she noticed Xavier was still in the room. Sitting on her bed, long legs crossed, drawing away in a sketchbook. He looked up, hair in a bun but smaller strands falling forward.

          Concern melted his composure. He sat forward, legs sweeping off the bed, casted leg slower. "What happened? Why're you shaking."

          Giavanna went for a reassuring smile. "Oh, uh, I overreacted."

          Wednesday cut in, correcting her. "The wolves attempted a prank and came to realize the error in the ways. Are you finished?"

          "Finished – er, yeah." He realized what she meant after he began, flipping back in his sketchbook. He kept it open, about to show her. Giavanna tried to get a look but Wednesday closed it around his thumb, pulling it away.

          "I'll return it to you tomorrow." She went to the window, opened the small door, and left.

          Xavier waited a beat. "No, please, I didn't need that."

          Giavanna's lips quirked. "She's a little different. Does she always just collapse on the ground?'

          Xavier's brows rose. "Uh, that's how she gets her visions. Well, not how, that's what happens when she gets her visions."

          Giavanna felt even worse. "Well now I feel extra terrible, should I have helped her at all? I just stood there like an idiot!"

          This did not go how Xavier expected. Most people shied away from Wednesday this far in the game. "Er, well, no, just. . .we've always just let it happen, actually. Are you cold still? You're like purple?"

          "I'm so cold, I was not expecting the temperature to drop so much, I do not think it's like this where I'm from." Wherever the hell that is.

          "I've got clothes you can borrow; I'll go grab them from my room –"

          She flushed cherry red. "That is so nice of you, but you're already letting me borrow your jacket, I can't possibly borrow anything else."

          "It's not like I'm going to wear my entire wardrobe tonight," he smiled at her, standing up, leaning on his crutch. "C'mon, you can walk me to my room. One, I'll need help down the stairs. Two, that way you know where to find me if you ever need anything."

          He was right in front of her now. "And anyway, if the jackets any indication, you'll look good in the rest of my clothes too."

          She could not possibly get any redder. How red was she? She wasn't even cold anymore. She was warm as hell (ironic). She was overheating. Self-combusting. Suffering severe heart dysrhythmias that were noticeable without an EKG.

          "I'm only coming to help you down the stairs," she decided, looking down, away from him. "I can't borrow anymore clothes."

          He nodded, opening the door for her. "Of course, yeah." The look in his eyes told her that he knew something she didn't, and quite frankly she didn't want to find out.

          It was a whole ordeal getting Xavier down the stairs. I know what you're thinking, it should be easy to get Xavier down the stairs, just hold onto him. Stop right there, that was the problem. Giavanna was uncomfortable touching him. She hesitated to put her arm around him, he said it was alright, she asked if he was sure he was fine with this, he asked if she was uncomfortable with this, she started stumbling over her words, then he said he could get down by himself. He looked like he was going to end up falling down the staircase so Giavanna swept in, grabbed onto his waist, and helped him down. She kept apologizing for touching him, she was extremely uncomfortable the entire time, and once they were done getting down all the steps, she distanced herself from him.

          Xavier had a much easier and more independent time getting upstairs. He did take note of how she was always half a step behind him on the stairs, however. In case he did fall, she'd be there.  

          She found out the next morning what Xavier knew. She was the tallest girl in the school. Wednesday's offer of borrowing Enid's clothes would've got her charged with public indecency. It was either be cold again or borrow clothes from someone that was taller than her, and therefore, their clothes would fit her.

          Want to know who was taller than her? The options were thin.

          Xavier Thorpe stood two inches taller than her 6'0 frame, his clothing fit similarly on her as how it fit on him, with the exception of a noticeable tightness at her chest and her hips. The joggers were otherwise loose, and she fancied up the long sleeve t-shirt by tucking it in to give herself a waist again.

          She finally got access to a brush and took out all the knots in her hair. Giavanna even got to braid her hair because Xavier had a few ponytails laying around. She smiled, thinking about him with his hair in a bun.

          When she stepped out of the bathroom, she struck a pose. "How do I look?"

          Xavier looked up from packing his bag. He glanced over her slowly, smile pulling up. "I was right. You wear it better than me."

          "Please, with the bags under my eyes and my countless blemishes, I'm struggling for a 4/10." She moved forward, hands behind her back. Her braid swung behind her. "Speaking of bags, you didn't sleep well last night either, did you?"

          The sound of his zipper closing his books in was the only thing that sounded in the room. The room with two perfectly made beds, one as equally as unused as its counterpart, who had lost its host back in the first semester.

          "Do I look that bad?" He asked, keeping his gaze down, checking his front backpack pocket like he was looking for something, and not to avoid her stare.

          She shook her head immediately. "No," for some reason sleep deprived looked good on him. "I think you look great- not like that – not not like that – " He smirked, shaking his head, and she covered her face. "I'm sorry. I meant, your beds made, and I'm taking the guess that you didn't make it this morning already."

          He held his backpack against his crutches, putting them under his arms. "Good eye," he conceded, moving forward, around the bed, to the front door. Giavanna followed, hoping she didn't upset him and ready to apologize for intruding.

          He grabbed a long jacket from the coat stand, but didn't put it on. He passed it back to her, grabbing a second one for himself. "I have trouble sleeping, yeah. I'm fine though, really, nothing to worry about."

          But if he cared enough to remember to give her a jacket, and if he cared enough to offer his clothes, then she would worry.

          They headed down to breakfast together, Giavanna helping him down the stairs with an arm around his waist and his arm around her shoulders. Of course, like the night prior (or really, very early in this morning), as soon as they were on level ground she was off of him and an 1800's era appropriate distance from him.

          At their first step away from the stairs, Xavier paused. "What did you mean, either?"

          Her brows knit. "What?"

          "You said 'you didn't sleep well either'. You didn't sleep well?"

          He remembered that? He was thinking about that? He cared enough to question her about it?

          "Oh, uh, slip of the tongue – "

          "You're still worried, aren't you."

          The accusatory tone accompanied with the pining stare? There was no point in fighting it off.

          This time she walked beside him, keeping slow to stay at his side.

          "It's hard to get it out of my head. I know," without a shadow of a doubt, "that whatever tried to kill me, is going to come back, and here I am, without a single coherent memory. I've got blurry thoughts in my head that when I try to grab on, it's sand that falls to the ground."

          "You've got friends on your side now, though," Xavier responded right away. "Wednesday, I know how she can come off like she wants you to die, but she's just blunt. She's on your side, and that basically means you've got the winning team."

          Giavanna smiled, and this one was just like all the rest. Captivating, beautiful, distracting. The difference? Fake. "It's nice how you speak about your friends."

          He shrugged. "Treat others how you want to be treated."

          Internally she deflated further. A stark contrast to her exterior, which conveyed nothing of the bags of sand that were her emotions.

          It was too taxing to try and keep the conversation going so Giavanna studied the architecture, pretending to admire it, care about it, memorize it. There was nothing of interest in the stone archways, the carvings in doorways, the cobwebs she definitely noticed but made no remark about. They got to the dining hall and as he moved ahead, carefully navigating through the crowd, she swiftly turned around and left. As soon as she was out the doors and out of view, she turned invisible, lips hardly moving for her quick spell.

          Then, despite walking past countless students, she attracted no attention. She was able to make her way outside in the chilly weather, were she wasn't subject to shakes because of the warm jacket she had been given. She found a tree on the grounds, about two hundred yards from the lake, and that's where she sat.

          What wasn't she expecting? To be overwhelmed like that. The fact that someone actually listened to what she said and then questioned her about it? Why would anyone care about if she slept or not? It didn't affect them. And then he had just been so nice, it would be easy to care about him. Too easy. Pietro always warned her about attachments. She couldn't form them. They would only hurt her in the end.

          No. She couldn't do it. They'd only be hurt when she died.

          Her knees came up, her arms wrapped around them, and she stared out, a deep sadness filling her hollow self.

          Even without her memories, she recalled vague concepts. Empty halls. Quiet days. A single set of dinnerware on the table. That felt right. Good. No one would mourn you if there was no one there to mourn.

          She really should just leave now. She was only making it harder on herself by sticking around. But how would she leave? Where would she go? She had no money, no solid memories, no concept of her whereabouts. . .

          Then there was the issue of Wednesday. The girl promised to find her if she ran, and Giavanna didn't doubt her –

          "Not a fan of large crowds?"

          "SHIT!"

          Giavanna flung herself sideways, invisibility spell gone. Her heart pounded as she looked up at Wednesday Addams, and the saying 'speak of the devil' had never been so true.

          The girl was unimpressed, dark lips pressed. "And here I thought you had runaway."

          Not yet.

          "It's good that you stayed. Fighting on familiar ground gives you a leg up, and you'll need the leg."

          Her brows knit.

          "Why is that?"

          "Because, a demon is trying to kill you."

          Wednesday's hands folded behind her back and she turned sideways, facing the lake. Meanwhile Giavanna's heart clenched from a steel fist and she struggled to breathe. From the shock and previous rib issue.

          "I have theories but I need more information – "

          "Why would a demon be trying to kill me?" Giavanna cut in, horrified, and yet knowing, without a shadow of a doubt, that it felt true. And that meant the people around her were in even more danger.

          "At first I thought you sold your soul. But I splashed holy water on you – "

          "What?"

          "And you didn't steam. You also wear a cross around your neck, and such a holy symbol would surely burn the damned."

          Giavanna looked down at her neck, couldn't see it because of the jacket, and looked back up.

          "Therefore, somebody else made a deal with a demon and you were the price they paid. Very stereotypical offering up the first born at the age of 16. Enid asked if your middle name was Aurora."

          "Who?"

          "I don't know. Must be some witch." She pivoted on her platform shoes, which added at least two inches to her short figure. "Why the demon is after you right now is less important. What is important is that you didn't summon this demon, and are therefore no longer a suspect."

          "I was a suspect?!"

          "Of course." Why did Giavanna feel ridiculous for not realizing she was a suspect? Because she was the victim here! Why would she be a suspect?!

          Wednesday nodded. "Now comes phase two. Figuring out where your demon is."

          "Okay Fred Jones, what're you gonna do, set a trap?"

          "I don't know who that is." Neither did Giavanna. "But yes, that's the plan. We, are going to set a trap. Now, how good are you at twin potions?"

~

          The only reason Giavanna was going along with this was because she needed to collect supplies. The twin potion had given her an idea, and she cursed herself for not thinking of this sooner; a memory potion. It was so simple!

          Wednesday had class so she left Giavanna in her room for the meantime. That's why she met Enid, and the girl drained her energy bubble even more.

          "Oh my gosh, hi! It's so nice to officially meet you. Unofficially we met last night – well this morning. I was one of the wolves you kinda netted up. But no hard feelings, I totally get we came on strong! I'm just so new to the whole wolfing out thing and when I picked up on Wednesday's scent I was like why is she out here? And so then I came over and then I saw her on the ground and everything just sorta happened but totally no hard feelings!" Enid had mastered the art of speaking without breathing. She had said everything above without pausing a single time. How she did it was by supernatural means, there was no other explanation.

          "Anyway, hi!" She exclaimed, and threw her arms around Giavanna's middle. She squeezed tight, and Giavanna's eyes bulged. Her ribs had never hurt more and her cheeks puffed out to swallow the hacks.

          "I love your name by the way, do you have a nickname? Like Gia? Or Vanna? Ana?"

          Released from the death trap, she coughed, and answered with a red face and watery eyes. "Oh, uh, Pietro calls me Vanna."

          Enid's blue eyes blew open, and they were already bright from the makeup that complimented it, but now? There weren't even that many stars in the sky. "Is that your boyfriend?"

          "Ew, no, my brother – "

          "Awe, I was gonna say we could totally do a double date thing. I really want to go on one but Wednesday's first crush – "

          Wednesday glared.

          "Actually turned out to be this Hyde and now he's in a mental institute. He was totally brain washed so they're trying to work through his issues."

          A memory struck her and she nodded, losing herself to the memory. The next time she spoke, it was slow, mind running to snatch the foggy memory and settling at watching it from a distance. "I've met a Hyde before. My mom got me one as a pet."

          Enid's mouth closed, whatever she was going to say vanished from sight.

          Wednesday fixated on her, watching her every move.

          Giavanna didn't move, eyes not processing anything, mindlessly staring forward. "I was its master. . .she had mental health issues, which lead to the Hyde coming out. She made me sad. I looked at her and I saw myself. . .neither of us had a future. . .I ordered the Hyde to never appear again. The girl returned home. . ." Giavanna smiled, a tear along her waterline. "She forgot about me. She was uh, put in an institution for a little bit, ended up doing good and now she's a 4.0 student in high school."

          Giavanna ended up sitting down on a black sheeted bed. She didn't remember walking, but that's where she ended up. When she finally came to again, blinking away the coldness from the tears that dried on her face, she was all alone.

          Her movements were sluggish. She found a piece of parchment and a sparkly pen on what was clearly Enid's side of the room. She wrote down a list of ingredients and instructions for the twin potion, only she left out the most important component. There was no way in hell she was allowing anyone to take her face. If she died, she died. She didn't need anyone else on her conscience.

          On the backside of the paper, she cast a spell.

          "I don't want anyone to see, make this writing only for me," she whispered, and then she began to write. This was the memory potion, which she wrote down because she didn't trust her own memory at this point.

          After all, she had no recollection of a brother, and yet she had talked about one. This morning she had no recollection of a Hyde, and yet she had one was a pet. And since when had her mother ever gifted her anything before? When had she ever been around long enough to give her anything?

          It was all so confusing. She needed this memory potion, and she needed it as soon as possible. She needed to make it tonight, and tomorrow?

          Tomorrow was when she would leave. As soon as those first classes started, she'd be gone. That would give her a big enough leg ahead where no matter what Wednesday did, she wouldn't be able to catch up.

          All she had to do was get the supplies.

~

          "You wear a lot of black," Giavanna commented, looking at Wednesday's new outfit. New in the sense that it wasn't what she had dressed in that morning.

          Apparently there was an incident with a Bianca girl and lunch.

          "So Vanna, how are we going to get these supplies? I mean, I hardly think we'll be able to find these things with the normies," Enid commented, staring at the list.

          The four of them (Wednesday, Enid, Xavier, Giavanna) were walking towards the perimeter, the point where her wards stopped and the free world started.

          "Portal," Vanna answered. "It's the quickest way to get anywhere, but tricky. A lot can go wrong."

          "Which is why we shouldn't be doing this," Xavier said for the twelfth time. He was adamantly against this, and since no one came to their senses from his mother henning, he of course had to supervise. "Last time you made a portal you fell four stories."

          "What?" Vanna made a face. "I did not – Oh, that's uh, that was how I hit my head. Yeah." She rubbed the back of her bruised, stitched head. Even now she wore sunglasses because outside was too bright for her, even though it was wracked with clouds. "Forgot, sorry."

          "Does it hurt?" Xavier lowered his voice, keeping the question private.

          Warmth itched up her neck, she lowered her hand from her head. "No, I'm fine, really. How's your leg?"

          He grinned. "My leg is fine. You have a habit of avoiding topics about yourself."

          "So yeah, portals – " Xavier rolled his eyes. "are complicated enough with one person. You have to have a clear image in your head otherwise you'll end up anywhere, like the roof of a school you've never been to. And when you're taking multiple people, that's even worse. So, to avoid all of us going to random places, I printed off the store we're headed to. Just look at the picture, and keep looking at it as we go through the portal, and you'll be good."

          "What if we're looking at the store but thinking of someplace else?"

          "Don't."

          "But what if – "

          "In that case, Wednesday will knock you out and drag you through the portal."

          Enid's eyes widened.

          "I really love your makeup by the way. It's so nicely blended."

          That distracted her easily. "Oh my gosh, we should totally have a sleepover night! We'll do face masks and paint each other's nails, and in the morning we can do each other's makeup! It'll be so much fun!"

          The annoying thing was? That did sound like fun. That sounded like something Vanna would love, and that was why she couldn't do it. It was just another way to form attachments and like people and she couldn't do that. She had to keep her distance.

          So she smiled, heart breaking, and laughed. "That honestly does sound really nice. We'll do it in my room so Wednesday doesn't murder us."

          "I broke out into hives the last time she hosted a sleepover in our room."

          "I said I was sorry! I didn't know you were allergic to – "

          At this point, Xavier whispered 'fun' while Enid said 'face masks!'

          Vanna's smile only grew, her chest tightening making it difficult to take a deep breath. She kept silent for the rest of the walk, until they reached the perimeter. The other three continued to talk, which was actually more Xavier and Enid holding a conversation and Wednesday occasionally interjecting.

          They stopped and she gave a quick rundown. "Okay, I'm going to step out of bounds. I'll make the portal, and then you guys come out. You're safer in here so just wait for me to stick my hand through here, okay? You'll have a hard time seeing me once I'm outside."

          She got three nods, and so she stepped through the wards, exposing herself to the world. At this point, she worked quickly, anxiety raging, hairs on her arms raised.

          4% of her concentration deviated when a figure joined her side. She continued to draw into the ground, whispering her spell as she went. Black fog began to seep out, and it spread, curling up, crawling on Vanna's outstretched hand. She stood, and looked to Xavier.

          "You don't listen well, do you?"

          He shrugged. "Thought you might try to run."

          Was she really that obvious? Damn! She had to play it off. She winked at him, gracing him with a cocky grin as she stuck her free hand back through the portal and waved them forward.

          "Without saying goodbye to you? I'd never forgive myself."

          He turned red just as Enid and Wednesday walked through.

          Enid immediately paled. "Is it supposed to look like that? It's so creepy."

          "It's a portal, and my magic typically has a black manifestation. Although I think I had a purple manifestation once – "

          Enid held up a hand, face turning more serious than Vanna would think possible for her. Her nose started to twitch, and she stepped forward, eyelids lowering into focus. Vanna didn't know if it was consciously or not, but her multicolored nails were elongating, stretching into claws that had none of the delicateness they previously had.

          "What is it?" Xavier asked the sniffing Enid, stepping closer to Vanna.

          "I smell something. . .burning?"

          It was like that was a trigger word. The minute it was out, Vanna's skin started to smolder.

          "AH!" She screamed, grabbing onto her forearm where the black fog tightened like a silk scarf attempting to cut off circulation. Not only that, but it increased in temperature too. Steam poured up, off the jacket as it burned through, and when it got to her skin, she cried for real, the pain forcing a larger inhale than she could afford. With her already there breathing issues, she struggled to cope, falling into a coughing fit as she clawed at her arm.

          "What's happening?!" Xavier exclaimed, grabbing for the magic. He cried out, hands sizzling from his quick hold.

          "It's been hijacked! My portal! I can't –  AH!"

          See, that was another thing about portals that made them kinda sucky. They could be jinxed, just like Giavanna's was. Jinxed could mean a number of things, that she could end up in a terrible location, a pocket dimension, she could end up in the wrong point in time; anything. And she knew right now, that this portal was taking her on a first class trip to hell.

          She was yanked down into the fog; only she wasn't alone as a hand had grabbed onto her arm; condemning them with her.

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