#xavier thorpe (belle’s version)

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blessing in disguise | xavier thorpe !

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content: NONCON , kidnapping, dark!xavier, fem!reader, unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 2.5k

synopsis: one final rejection and one accident resulted in something Xavier had only dreamed of.

disclaimer: all characters in my works are at least 18. there is dark and triggering content in this, as stated above. consider what you are comfortable with reading before you continue. your media consumption is your responsibility, not mine.

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It’s not like Xavier meant to do it. It was an accident and nothing more. He simply lost control and that’s not his fault. If anything, you were to blame for this.

You just looked so pretty in your cute dress, hair just like he liked it and a face as adorable as it gets with eyes lined and lips glossy. He was sure you’d finally say yes. Why else would you dress so beautifully to meet him in the woods? Especially knowing how he feels about you. It was for him. All for him and him only. For his eager eyes and yearning thoughts. You knew what you were doing.

But as always, you rejected him. Coldly, this time. Gone were the bashful and quiet apologies as you refused to meet his eyes, staring down at your feet or glancing over your shoulder as if you were afraid someone might hear you.

No, that wasn’t the case this time. You looked him in the eye with a huff, gaze hard. Your words were sharp and firm when you spoke, “can’t you take a hint? I don’t like you, Xavier.”

He was stunned, physically reacting with his brows lifting and eyes widening the slightest bit before they dropped, filled with the same venom that clouded yours, jaw clenching. It was so unlike you — well, the version of you he had concocted in his mind — he had the right to be angry with you. You disrespected him blatantly, again. All Xavier wanted was to love you.

Not even he could stop himself as his mind blurred before it blanked as he reached for you, wrapping his arms around you, brain and body fighting the urge to run his hands along your figure, desperate to feel it underneath his fingertips now that he had you so close. He snaked a hand up your body to your mouth, muffling your screams. You thrashed in his hold as he dragged you through the woods, taking the all-too-familiar path to his isolated art shed.

You panicked as he wrestled you to the ground, pinning your arms and running his nose along the column of your throat, breathing you in. You smelled so good, even better now that he could finally dissect the myriad of scents that made up the air that blew behind you every time you walked away from him, ignored him. 

He wasn’t sure when you began to cry but your tears were already hitting the ground and soaking some of the brown strands of his hair when he kissed up your neck, savoring the taste of your skin. 

“Xavier, stop,” you whispered, “I’m sorry.” You weakly pushed against him.

There was your sweet voice again. Fragile and delicate and so incredibly arousing. He sighed, kisses coming out messier and more frantic than before as he worked his way up to your lips that pleaded to be released, for him to wait, please stop. 

Your lips touched briefly, nothing longer than a second before you turned your head, sobbing as you pushed more insistently. He was so caught up in the pillowy feel of your lips that he moaned pathetically against your cheek as he sloppily kissed the flesh of your cheek, eager for anything he could get. The salty flavor of your tears was as delectable as a delicacy.

As your legs kicked and your hips wiggled and your pants of exhaustion in his ear got shallower, he grew against your thigh, mindless jerks of his hips increasing speed as time passed. 

Xavier felt himself grow warm, a deep, scorching pink painted his cheeks in embarrassment. What are you thinking? Are you thinking about how pathetic he is? Or how desperate he is for you? Maybe you’re finally realizing how badly he’s wanted to have you like this and just how far you had pushed him. You. Your doing. This was all your doing.

He used a single hand to pin your wrists, easily overpowering you as you tried to sit up, newly freed arm on its way to collide with his face. 

“Sh,” Xavier mumbled, capturing your bottom lip between his as he slid an eager hand down your body. There was a violent throb as his touch hovered over your shoulders, so gently it seemed he was almost scared to touch what he wanted so badly.

It was quick to make its way back up when he felt a stutter come from your jaw. His hand wrapped around the base of your neck, a warning, “don’t even think about it.”

Xavier wasn’t used to being so demanding. Unfortunately this is what he had to do, it was his only option after all you had done. It pained him to make you cry — even if you looked so beautiful doing it. It hurt him to have to pin you down and take what was destined to be. You and him. 

He felt you swallow under his hand as he encased your lips properly, tasting your mouth. He was already breathless, lost in you even when you refused to kiss him back, only making noises of protest as you squirmed. 

His touch glided down your body, losing patience with you and himself for his hesitation. He’d have you again. As many times as he wanted after this. 

He groaned into your mouth, frustrated at the dress you wore. Sliding down further, he pushed up your skirt, groping the fat of your soft thighs, tickling your flesh. Your knees twitched and he took a deep breath, pulling away from your lips to nip at your ears, licking the tears that dribbled down them. 

“Xavier,” you cried softly, “please, don’t.”

A response was on the tip of his tongue but it quickly turned into a moan as his pinky came in contact with a wet patch on your panties. He laughed breathily, you didn’t mean that. Your body knew what your mind hadn’t quite grasped. You needed him. 

You jolted, fighting even harder than before, “don’t touch me.” He could feel you getting angry, the fire in your eyes from before igniting again. 

Xavier shook the hair that fallen out of his ponytail from his face to get a clearer look at your face. He wanted to watch you give in to the pleasure he would force on to you. His smallest finger ran up your slit and he watched closely as you fought the fluttering of your eyes. God. He had barely touched you and you already looked this perfect.

“Don’t,” you spat, trying to slide out from under him as you nails dug into his hand. He clenched his jaw, pursing his lips as he exhaled through his nose. Why did you have to make this so difficult?

He kicked your thighs apart with his own, settling between your legs. Your heat radiated, hot against his aching cock. He cupped your cunt, kissing your cheek as he pushed against your hole lightly to hear you hiss. 

You jerked your hips when his fingers danced along the waistband of the soft fabric. He felt himself get hotter, cheeks turning redder when he glanced down, watching his hand disappear underneath it, immediately drenched in your juices. His palm stimulated your clit as his long middle finger prodded at your hole without entering it, teasing you. Your panties shifted with his movements, the bulge of his hand and slender fingers moving swiftly under the dainty bow near the top of your underwear jumping. 

Your breath stuttered as you snapped out his name, “I said stop!” 

Your voice was muffled as all of his focus was on the feel of your slick and tight heat choking the finger he forced inside you. Xavier all but whined at the sensation, cock leaking in his pants. Your feet kicked at the ground, chest rising and falling. In pleasure or frustration he wasn’t sure but he couldn’t be bothered to stop and ask as he squeezed another finger in.

You moaned, quickly closing your mouth to stop the noise. His eyes snapped up, flickering over your face. He had never heard a sound affect him more. Not even siren song could battle the noises of your pleasure. He’d do anything you asked him to. Well, almost anything. He’d never let you go no matter how many times your sweet voice pleaded for his mercy. 

His lips crashed into yours, kissing you impatiently as he fingered you faster, trying to stretch you open enough to fill you full of his cock. You shook your head from side to side but he chased after you, swallowing your huffs and silent whines. 

A whimper sounded in your throat as he curled his fingers, trying to find the spongy area that would have you purring for him. The noise had him removing his fingers, shoving them into his mouth as he leaned in close to you, breathing you in while your juices coated his tongue. His exhale was shaky as he shut his eyes, sucking harshly at his fingers to try and get more of your slick into his mouth. 

“Xavier,” you breathed, “wait.”

His name fell so sweetly from your lips that he shoved his jeans down just enough to finally release his aching cock. He was leaking pathetically and throbbing against his hand as he pumped himself slowly, afraid he’d cum before he made it inside you. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled against your skin. He gripped his length, hauling himself up to position his pulsing dick to your hole. “Shit,” he growled, tugging aggressively at your underwear that seperated you from him. “Sorry,” he murmured, feeling instant regret for hurting you, “I’m sorry.”

You started to scream as your ass felt the bare ground, tears building in the corners of your eyes as he slapped his cock against your dripping core. “Stop it, please, Xavier.”

He ignored you, gaze flickering from your cunt to your face as he pushed inside. He groaned as his head forced it’s way into you. It already felt like too much, the way your pussy latched onto his cock, welcoming him in despite your thrashing body. 

Every inch had your screams dying, replaced with repressed moans as you opted to shut your mouth, denying him of the sounds. He couldn’t protest, concentrated on pushing back his orgasm that was too close for his liking. The last inch sent a wave of immense arousal down his body in the form of a shiver and a whimper. He stilled, focusing on his breathing and the bruised lip you tucked between your teeth.

You fit so well together, just like he knew you would. He glanced down, entranced by the way his hips were flush with yours, leaving no space for anything. You were finally one.

Your walls pulsed and it felt like they were begging him to move, to fuck you like he’d dreamed of doing too many times. He felt like all the waiting had been worth it now that you were choking his cock so deliciously. All of the times you rejected him, turned your back to him, dismissed him as if he wasn’t there, forgotten as he pulled back, watching the way your slick stuck to his hip as he retracted, keeping the two of you connected with a sticky string. 

Xavier kissed your jaw as he pushed himself back in, nibbling at the skin near your ear. He tried to keep a slow pace at first afraid the urge to ruthless pound into you would take over. Your short, high breaths flooded his ears, a prize for resisting. It sounded like you were enjoying yourself, too. But how could you not when he was fucking you so well, patiently and passionately, just like you deserved. Even after all you did to him, you still deserved to be fucked like a princess. 

Xavier smiled, pecking your neck as he rutted into you, his fingers undoubtedly leaving imprints of their shape on your waist. You found comfort in clinging to him, grasping his arms before curling your own under them, grabbing onto his shoulders. 

“No,” you would cry, followed by a satisfied, “fuck.”

You were so warm and soft. He wished he had the patience to undress you properly, to touch you more. He’d have another opportunity, he reminded himself and that thought had his mind swimming. How could he help you adjust? Would it be difficult to get a mattress inside the small shed? Is there enough space? He’d be damned if you were uncomfortable in your little safe haven. It would be a place you would grow to love, he was sure of it. You just needed to process your new environment and the new dynamics of your relationship.

The loud whine that came from you brought him back to reality, back to the sight of you falling apart under him but trying to refrain from it. Your eyebrows were drawn together, mouth parted and face hot.

“M’gonna cum,” he struggled to utter out the words. “Fuck you’re perfect. Im gonna fill you so well.”

“No!” you screeched, pounding on his back as he pounded into you, thrusting harder and faster as his orgasm crept closer. “Don’t you dare!”

You pulsed more violently than before at the change of pace, clinging to his cock. He knew you wanted it, even if you wouldn’t admit it.

It was like you felt him about to burst, nails breaking the skin of his neck seconds before he came. You dragged them down and he felt blood rush down his neck as he came. The feeling was so intoxicating that he kept thrusting until he was milked dry despite the stinging pain. He didn’t have to look down to know that his t-shit was soaking in the crimson liquid so he opted to focus on your pretty face as he came down from his high. You were sobbing now, arms limp on the ground as your chest heaved.

Xavier begrudgingly pulled out of you, watching the pearly spent dribble out of your pussy as he stood. You stared at the ceiling, unmoving as he searched the shed, wordless. He wasn’t sure of what to say. Was there anything he could say at that point? He knew you didn’t understand yet. So he stayed silent until he found the lock and chain he had been searching for.

He walked over to you, clearing his throat. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

You blinked at him. Sitting up and fixing your skirt as you dragged yourself away. He sighed, looking around to locate the blanket he knew he had around somewhere. He spotted it almost immediately, draped over an admittedly uncomfortable chair. It would have to do for now.

He draped it over your legs, smiling softly when you looked at him. “I’ll be back soon.”

It was a mistake, Xavier told himself as he stepped away from the now locked art shed glancing behind him and around the surrounding area as his hand attempted to soothe the fresh scratches on his neck. He just lost control for a second, it’s nothing major. You were destined to be there. Why else would he have done it? He wanted to love you forever. And now he can. You’d understand soon enough. The accident was a blessing in disguise.

[prettybabybaby]

tw: noncon

just a thought:

stepbrother!xavier fucking you because his father favors you, putting you above him and paying you all the attention he needed and wanted. he covers your mouth and holds you down, telling you to shut up, stop resisting and let him do what he wants if you don't want his dad to find out that you fucked his son.

[prettybabybaby]

could you please do a drabble abt toxic! xavier wanting the reader to basically cut off all her friends

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content: toxic relationship, toxic!xavier, fem!reader, oral (f!receiving)

word count: 1k

disclaimer: disclaimer: all characters in my works are at least 18. there is dark and triggering content in this, as stated above. consider what you are comfortable with reading before you continue. your media consumption is your responsibility, not mine.

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You stared at the ceiling, feet propped up on your boyfriends headboard, dark nail polish drying on your toes. You blew out a breath, feeling your annoyance grow with each passing second.

They were supposed to be there hours ago. Xavier had told you so. He had been so kind making plans for you, inviting all of your friends to go out with you after such a long time. You felt bad for neglecting them, but Xavier somehow managed to take up every second of your life. Not that you minded, of course. You loved him.

Sometimes though, the odd comment about missing your friends would slip from your lips along with a saddened pout. You never missed the way his eyes would flash, appearing dark for a spilt second before returning to their regular, lovely green. His smile would be dimmed as he reached to touch you in any way, “what about me?” he’d say, “don’t you miss me?”

You knew he wasn’t a huge fan of your friends, which is why it caught you by surprise when he pulled away from your lips the previous night, running a gentle hand down your cheek as he told you of your plans. You were ecstatic, hugging him tightly for doing something so nice. You didn’t think twice when he slipped your phone away from you as he mounted you, hiding it in a place you couldn’t pay attention to, too busy adjusting to the feel of him pumping in and out of you.

You weren’t able to find you phone this morning, even as you opened every drawer and rummaged through all of his belongings. You hated when he did that. You’d go days without your phone, weeks, sometimes, but that was only when you were being punished. You had done nothing wrong this time, you were sure if it. You didn’t want to be punished ever again after last time.

The doorknob shook, capturing your attention. You sat up hurriedly, bored out of your mind and truthfully, sad and disappointed. You sat at the edge of his bed, flattening your skirt as your pout grew.

Xavier’s messy head of hair met your eyes as he slipped inside, moving gracefully. His long, brown locks draped in front of his face as he looked down before he lifted his head, shaking out his hair. He smiled at you as he moved a stray strand from near his mouth, turning to lock the door.

When he faced you again, his smile dropped. “What’s wrong?” His eyebrows furrowed in worry, “did something happen?” He rushed to your side, cupping your face with his cold hands. He pecked your lips quickly, the look in his eyes told you that he couldn’t resist.

“They didn’t show up,” you said sadly. Your lips wobbled and your eyes stung. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he appeared confused. “My friends left me waiting all day,” you said, flipping at the thin fabric of your skirt.

Realization seemed to hit him. He must’ve forgotten about making the plans, you told yourself. “Aw,” he mirrored your pout, “baby I’m sorry. They promised they’d be here.” Xavier sighed, “I guess we can’t trust anyone, can we?”

You didn’t reply, unsure of how to answer. You licked your lips, “Maybe I can text them? Maybe they forgot? Or maybe they got lost on the way here?”

His jaw twitched and he hummed, “why would you do that? They obviously don’t want to see you.”

You looked away from him, “I could always just make sure.”

He was silent. “Okay,” he took his hands off your face, “text them.”

You rolled the fabric of your skirt between your fingers, “my phone?”

“Your phone?”

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, “you have it, don’t you?”

He looks was looking at you in a way that made you nervous, causing you to revert your eyes again. “Why would I have your phone?”

“You- um, you took it away.”

“Why would I do that?” He stared at you, an incredulous look on his face. “You’re just going to assume that I took your phone because, what, you misplaced it?”

You pursed your lips, glancing around the room. “I didn’t,” you said quietly.

“They wouldn’t reply anyway,” he said, throwing his hands up weakly. “They don’t like you.”

You felt a sting in your eyes again, pricking at the corners. “Why would you say that?” A tear fell without your permission, sliding down the curves of your face. More and more fell after that, rolling down in pairs and meeting each other in the palm of your hand as you raised it to cover your eyes.

“Babe,” Xavier sighed, pulling you to him. One of his hands grabbed the one concealing your face, holding it tight as he pulled it into his lap. The other used the pads of his fingers to swipe at the salty tears as they were pushed out of your eyes with every blink.

“You don’t need them. You have me.”

“I know but-“

“But what?” He snapped, “am I not enough for you? Because you’re everything to me.”

“Of course you are!” You hurried, sniffling as your eyes widened. “I just-“ you sighed. “Never mind.”

“What do you need them for anyway,” his gaze flickered around your face. He leaned in to give you a slow kiss, gripping your chin between his fingers. He began to lay kisses along your jaw, trailing them down your neck. His hands kneaded your thighs, pushing up your skirt with every swipe of his hands. “They can’t make you feel like I can,” he whispered.

You looked at the ceiling at he pushed you flat on your back, pushing your skirt higher as he sank lower until he was kneeling between your legs. Your panties were removed as he hooked his fingers under the waistband, tugging them to your knees and watching as they fell to your ankles. He spread your thighs, biting at the flesh as he worked his way to your cunt that grew wetter with each kiss.

“You know that, right?”

You glanced down at him, meeting his gaze immediately. He bit your hip meanly, “right?”

[prettybabybaby]

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content: dark!xavier, fem!reader, noncon dry humping, somnophilia

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you still hadn't woken up and xavier hoped you wouldn't. not when he was so close.

his body was hot, growing clammy at his slow ministrations that kept him satisfied but you oblivious. his shirt stuck to his chest and his hold on your shoulder was almost too tight but each attempt to loosen it was pointless. as another wave of arousal flowed through him, his fingers curled around the slope of your shoulder.

xavier’s hips pushed against you, the light, slow thrusts aiding his upcoming release. you sighed in your sleep, the breathy sound causing his hard cock to throb. his hand trembled as he tried to keep himself from speeding up, waking you from your slumber.

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content: implied noncon, stalker!xavier, fem!reader

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your head whirled around, bumps rising to the surface of your skin as your eyes scanned the trees behind you at the sound of a snap.

you stayed silent, focusing on whatever sound you could make out through the tired pants leaving your own mouth. wind, faint trickling of water, owl, breathing. it took you a while to register that the labored puffs were not yours.

there was a monster loose. you knew that when you stupidly ran off campus and into the woods that bordered it. but it had been almost a week with no sightings and you were eager to return to your routine despite the rational part of you pleading you to race through the corridors like everyone else did.

still, you went against your better judgement and now your fuzzy brain was regretting it.

your hands were resting on your thighs as you hunched over, steadying your breathing to pinpoint where the breaths could be coming from. your eyes flickered over the trees again and you blew out a breath, unable to focus over the beating of your heart against your chest and the fear ringing in your head.

you squealed at the sudden touch that trailed up your back. you straightened yourself immediately and turned around, unprepared for any sort of confrontation.

“sh, sh, sh. you know there’s a monster lurking around, don’t you?”

xavier thorpe stood too close but you still let out a breath of relief from seeing a familiar face. even if it was one you never wanted to see.

xavier always seemed to be in all the wrong places. he often managed to catch you alone and vulnerable, making strange comments and touching you in ways that made your skin crawl.

you backed away, licking your lips as you reached a more comfortable distance. you tried to mimic the smile that painted his face but you knew it looked as fake as it felt. “yeah,” you panted, “it was a dumb decision.”

he hummed, taking a big step towards you, “yeah. it was.”

you shifted uncomfortably at the silence and the way he stared at you, green eyes holding an emotion you didn’t like. “I should get back then.”

“why?” his hand hovered over your bare arm before dropping on your shoulder. the soft touch danced over the surface of your chest, dropping closer to the swells of your breasts. “I don’t see a monster around.”

[prettybabybaby]

xavier thorpe shoving his fingers down your throat. i just feel like he would do it 😭

he’ll tell you that he only did it to keep you quiet but in reality he likes the way your throat tightens as you gag and the way you clench around him. he also likes to see the way you panic and grab his forearm when he starts fucking them in and out of your warm throat.

he also loves that you don’t resist, letting him do whatever he wants with you even if it’s hard for you to take or you don’t like it

[prettybabybaby]

spit anon here… i’m so in luv w the idea stepbrother!xavier fucking you in the guest bathroom while at a family gathering 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

ooooo moody xavier glaring at bubbly reader at the gathering because everyone’s fawning over her as she smiles and talks to everyone while he’s pushed to the side so he drags her away and takes his frustrations out on her

[prettybabybaby]

heyyyyy belle so i have a tiny bit of a cringe idea that came to my little walnut brain while i was playing around with the character ai site and well they don't allow Porn which is rude anyways so like. bunny girl!reader who's in heat and needs help from big ole xavier.... yanno for us girlies that are absolutely horrid... maybe like idk possessive xavier.... j a thought j a question j a concern... also i adore ur writing im a horny beast and i read tht stepbro xavier fic wayy too much

no because wolf!xavier literally can’t control himself after he gets inside of you. you’re just so tight and needy, dripping slick around him and forcing yourself to take his brutal fucking as you sob. he’s just as insatiable as you are, knotting you over and over again

“you need me, don’t you? this is what you needed, hm? my knot? you’re mine, bunny.”

[prettybabybaby]

I just want Xavier to shove his tongue in my pussy and rub his big fucking nose between my lips and rubbing my clit. Idgaf if he can’t make me cum I’m just craving his presence

i think about that nose all the tiiiiiiime

he'd be breathing you in so deeply as he's buried deep in your pussy, nudging your clit as he tongue fucks you

[prettybabybaby]

something ab xavier spitting on u w/ no regard 4 u as a person other than being his <3!!!!

something about him treating you like you’re just a set of holes, using you however he wants, whenever he wants. him being mean to you and taking out his bad moods on you, leaving you crying and sad, wondering what you did wrong (most times it has nothing to do with you, he just knows that you’re fully devoted to him)

but he pulls you back in by telling you that he loves you and you have to believe him because why else would he be as “protective” as he is ? he’s just a little moody sometimes, he surely doesn’t mean it

<3

[prettybabybaby]

I wanna lay in Xavier’s lap with this tip in my mouth while we watch something and I’ll suck on it here and there a little bit of licking from top to balls.. just enough to keep him twitching in my cheeks but frequent enough that he stays painfully hard and him moaning softly begging me to keep going 🤭

subby xavier… anon… I’m actually ill… you’re mind >

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Ignore if you’re not into this but do you think dark!xavier would drug the reader 🫢 thoughts on that?

i don't think he would drug you directly... but... if you happen to take too much of something that just so happens to be lying around, he will definitely be around to help you out. y'know, with his timing and all