#xavier thorpe x fem reader

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Could I maybe request a Xavier one-shot where reader is part hell hound and he doesn't know that's a hell hound and so he meets hell hound version of her every night at his shed and he just takes it in as his pet but then one day she has a slip up maybe she got too angry or something and accidentally transforms infornt of him and ends fluffy or smutty if smutty then maybe he calls her his pet and it's kinky

Imagine is just cuz it looks nice and I was excited to share it when I found it looking on Google lol

Stray (Xavier Thorpe x Reader)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Friends to enemies to lovers. Smut. AGED UP CHARACTERS. Minors DNI. Pet play. I promise you, it’s not as dirty as you might think! Unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of anal. Xavier gets whiny, and actually calls the reader a bitch during a fight.

A/N: I finally did it and changed the colors and icon! As for the fic, I made it so no one knows what reader is because it made more sense for Xavier not catching on. Also, go to therapy. Don't be like them. Maybe OCC? Thank you all who encouraged me to post it, because it is wordy! I just love writing desperate romantics.

Requested: Yes. Loved getting the image @littlewierdalien Sorry if I just took your idea and went wild.

You stretched while sitting cross-legged on your bed. Your arms came to raise high over your head, and then you bent forward. It was no use. Your joints were still hurting.

“You should go run.” Yoko said, bored out of her mind. She was scrolling in some social media app on her phone, with the sound off, so you were unable to tell what it was. “I can hear your back pop from here.”

“Yeah, maybe. It’s just I don’t…” You walked to the window. Not a full moon, you should be safe from werewolves. But the weather was still nice, and it was before curfew, so there was a chance there were some students out there. “I don’t think it is a good idea.”

“No one will see. And if they do, what does it matter? As long as they don’t see you shift, no one needs to know you are anything else but a stray.”

“You are pushy today.” But still, you took off your jacket, leaving you in your t-shirt and sweatpants. You took your shoes off too. Quickly, you connected your phone to the charger and plugged it in.

“You are driving me crazy, with all the popping and stretching. You will get, like, arthritis or something.” Yoko said, frowning. She was somewhat right. Your senses were enhanced too, and you knew hearing your joints creak could be creepy. If you could stop it, you would, but staying too much time in one form tended to make things like this one happen.

“Fine.” You grumbled. “I will be back before midnight.”

The halls of Nevermore were quiet, so close to curfew. There were barely any students out of the dorms, and you stuck to the shadows, making sure of not being seen. Your feet were hurting from the cold, but it was for the best. The fewer clothes you took with you, the less you had to hide when you shifted.

No one bothered you as you made your way to the forest. It was a beautiful night, the forest smelled like wet earth and leaves, but it had passed enough time since the rain that there were interesting scents there. Your inner hound was begging you to let her loose, so she could chase them and exhaust herself running down some prey.

You found a secluded path and started stripping, placing your clothes beneath some trees. When you were younger, changing had been as easy as breathing, often shifting between the two in your childhood home, secluded from society. But then, you had gotten older, you had needed to go outside your protected little bubble, and you had to put an end to it because it just wasn’t normal. Little girls weren’t supposed to turn into big, salivating hellhounds, it just wasn’t right. It didn’t help that hellhounds were an endangered species, since they were the perfect guard dogs. If anyone found out what you were, you could have ended up hunted down by unscrupulous people, who would love to use you as a breeding mare for perfect little soldiers. And so, you had learned to space out your shifts, spending a long time in your human form and hiding what you were.

In Nevermore, that made you a mystery. No one, except your roommate, knew exactly what kind of outcast you were. Some speculated you were a normie, here by chance. You and the staff had encouraged that perception, even at the cost of making you an easy prey for bullies. It was for your protection, Principal Weems had said. She didn’t want the kind of attention that your secret being known would bring to the school, or to you.

Shifting was harder, now, body out of practice, out of tune with your double nature. You took a deep breath and prepared for the pain that always came when you spent too much time stuck as a human. The crackling of bones, the joints popping, and the hair piercing skin was as unpleasant as ever. To you, it felt like it took an eternity, but you knew thanks to Yoko the shift was smooth. One second there was a girl there, the next a black hound stood.

You opened your jaws, making them pop. It felt good to be in this form again. Things just seemed clearer, easier. Dog’s thoughts were much simpler than humans, and they were such instinctual creatures, too. It was all about the smells, the noises, the tastes. It was a refugee for when life as a human got too complicated.

You started sniffing the place. There were a few familiar smells in the forest. Boy, outcast, like you. You didn’t know who he was, but he was near. Strange smell, boy. The one who hanged around Wednesday, the barista. He had always smelled odd. Normie, female. Mrs. Thornhill. You liked normies's scent, it was much softer than outcasts. Her scent would be the one you would track for the night, you decided.

You did a few laps, the same she must have done when collecting her plants. Then, you got distracted by a bird, and choose to chase it, unknowingly dragging you closer to a well-travelled path. Again the smell, boy, outcast. Not nice, it smelt artificial. It made you sneeze. The boy's scent was covered by something, without it, it could be much nicer. It wasn’t perfume, you knew how that smelled. You were pondering what it was when the bird suddenly startled, and so did you. Someone was coming down the path. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest, your legs tensing, ears going down. It was a tall person, although you couldn’t see their face. Boy. Outcast. Not wolf, not gorgon, not vampire. Sirens and psychics, those were harder to detect. And much harder to fool. In your panic, you forgot the first rule of the forest. Watching your step.

You fell into a ditch with a sharp yelp. Pain throbbed in your front leg, and you started crying out almost immediately. It was instinct.

“Who's there?” A male voice asked. You shut up immediately. It was no use. You heard the tell-tale sound of leaves crunching underneath boots. Shifting would be a bad idea, leaving you hurt, naked and stranded in a ditch with a stranger. But staying like this left you vulnerable: What if it was a bad person and tried to hurt you? Some people did that to dogs. Or… seeing you were injured, chose to be merciful and kill you? People did that too to dogs, all the time. Or was it done to horses? When they broke a leg? Panic was grasping at your heart and your thoughts were racing too much to allow you to think. It was no wonder the stranger caught up to you.

“Oh.” The guy said, and you looked up to meet your eyes with the ones of Xavier Thorpe. Of course. Of all shitty things. You two didn't know each other, not formally. He was in some of your classes and Enid, Yoko's best friend, knew all the juicy gossip about him.

You growled, showing a row of pointy teeth.

“Shh. I’m not going to hurt you.” Thorpe raised his hands in surrender, and slowly approached the ditch. He was very tall. That was all you could think of. One of the tallest boys in your year and now, since you were in your hound form laying on a ditch, his height made it all more intimidating. You panted, eyes going glassy with the pain and fear.

Thorpe kneeled near the edge of the ditch, lowering one of his hands for you to sniff. He was brave, you had to give him that. You struggled to scamper away from his hand, but were unsuccessful. The pain in your leg was too great. You wondered if the injury would translate to your human form as a broken wrist.

“Easy there.” His voice was low and patient, hand still extended. You gave him a careful sniff. His fear was obvious in the way his body tensed, but his hand did not twitch. He smelled like the something that made you sniff before, some sort of chemical. Paint. You gave him a careful lick. Thorpe smiled. “Good boy.”

Thorpe patted your head. “I am going to get down there with you.” He announced, and sit down with his leg hanging in the border of it. You whimpered, but made no move to attack him. Thorpe lowered himself next to you. God, the boy was foolish, getting inside an enclosed space with a hurt dog that weighted at least 120 pounds.

“Okay, I’m going to try to lift you up.” He explained, as if you could actually understand him. You flinched when he touched your back, but allowed him to do it. One of his hands touched your hurt leg, and you started whimpering in pain again, showing him your teeth. Thorpe did not freak out, raising his hands in surrender again and standing very still.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” This time, his hands went beneath you, lifting you in such a way your legs were up in the air. The human part of you fought the instinct to growl and turn, hiding your weak areas. Thorpe was forcing you to expose your tummy and neck, and you didn’t like it. “Oh, you are a girl.” He commented, while placing you carefully in terrain next to the ditch. You tried to stand and run, but were unable to put weight on your hurt paw, whining again.

“Shh…love, take it easy.” Thorpe pulled himself out of the ditch, face stained with dirt. He was trying to calm you down, but you could tell he was nervous too. Hearing you wail in pain was killing him, so you attempted to tone it down for his sake. “I… I’ll get you water and food, just wait here.”

True to his word, he gets back with water and some food. You lap gratefully at the water, watching how he cuts a steak into tiny pieces, slowly, painstakingly.

“I couldn’t get dog food, but I snuck into the kitchens for these. Google says dogs can eat meat, both raw and cooked.” He offers you a tiny piece, and you chew it greedily. You are exhausted, and shifting burns plenty of calories. So does being in pain. “God, why I am explaining this to you? I lost it, finally.” Thorpe chuckles to himself.

You push your nose against his knee. He pets your head, and you close your eyes in pleasure. Petting is something only your parents used to do for you, and here, with half of the semester already gone, something you miss.

“I wish I could do more for you.” Thorpe rubs at your ears. “I don’t know whether your paw is broken or not, or where to take you.” He falls silent after that.

You stay there for what feels like hours. He keeps patting your head softly, and you start to doze, muzzle against his thigh. The moon is high in the sky when Thorpe gets up and leaves, giving you a regretful glance. “If you come back tomorrow, I’ll be here.” He says. You stare at him. When you judge he is far enough, you transform back into human.

“Fuck.” The pain on your wrist, it has to be one of the worst things you have ever felt. Transforming back hasn’t done you any favors, but you cradle it to your chest and hurry towards your clothes. Staying out of your dorm isn’t an option tonight, Yoko must be having kittens at your lateness. You had told her you would be out only half an hour and by the position of the moon in the sky, it must be near midnight. You manage to sneak in undetected, and notice that Yoko’s light is off, since you can’t see it from the hall.

“What the hell were you thinking?” As soon as you open the door, you come face to face with your disgruntled roommate, who turns the lights on like you are the teenager just caught sneaking around in some teenage movie.

“Oh my god, you just gave me a heart attack!” You clutch at your chest.

“Oh, I did?” Yoko asks, lifting an eyebrow in a way that’s so effortlessly cool you envy her. “And how do you think I felt when you disappeared for, like, four hours and I tried calling you and your phone was here?”

“Sorry, Yoko.” You walk to your bed, hiding your wrist behind your back. “I… I ran into Bianca’s ex. I couldn’t come back sooner.”

“You smell wrong.” She answers, eyeing you up and down. “Like blood. But not bleeding.” She takes a suspicious glance at the way you are standing with your hands behind your back. “Show me your hands.” Yoko orders.

“What? Why?” You try to play it cool, like you don’t know what she is talking about. But you aren’t exactly a great actress, so it comes out far too defensive.

“Don’t play stupid. Did Xavier do something…?” Yoko pounces like a shark smelling water, already thinking on the worst-case scenario. She has a soft spot for you, so even if she is friends with him, you know Yoko would kick his ass no questions asked.

“No!” You hurry to say, and show her your wrist. Under the light of the lamp, you can tell it’s starting to bruise. “I think I broke it. He startled me and I fell into a ditch.”

“A bruise, of course.” Yoko steps forward and gently cradles your wrist between her hands, fangs popping a little. She twists it, abruptly. You yelp, but don’t pull away. It doesn’t hurt as bad as you thought. “Only sprained, don’t worry. We will put it in a brace and I bet you will be better in no time. You got better healing than baseline humans, right?”

“Just like you.” You answer and allow her to take care of you.

Your wrist takes about two weeks to heal. Time enough for the hound to get antsy under your skin. So, the first night you get the chance, you announce to Yoko you are going running and that you might be out a while.

The shift is smoother, this time. Less pain, your body remembering it has changed not so log ago, but your joints still ache. Your front leg is still a little weak, and so, you skip the running tonight, choosing to walk. For some reason, the dog’s mind is very fixated on Thorpe’s smell, and you end up following it all the way to his shed. The door is halfway open, and since the hound isn't really concerned about boundaries in the same way humans are, you push it open with your nose.

He is in front of a canvas, drawing something with harsh, angry strokes. He jumps a little with the sound of the door opening, turning towards it with the brush held out like a weapon. His eyes scan the door, and when they meet yours, he relaxes.

“Hey, girl. You look better.” Thorpe greets, setting down the brush. He steps closer to you and rubs at your ears. You understand then why the pull of the hound towards this place was so strong. Dogs are social creatures, and she often feels lonely. It's like this deadly secret only you and Yoko know separates you from other people, like some sort of Cain’s mark that doesn’t let you be really close to anyone. The hound craves interaction, and Thorpe treats you like a human, and one he cares about. The hound loves it. “Came to see me?”

You nose his thigh, sneezing a little at the smell of paint.

“Oh, you poor thing.” He steps away, and you barely can stop the whine from leaving your throat. “Here, let me open the windows.”

Thorpe busies himself setting you up with a bowl of water. He then places a blanket on the floor and offers the space to you. If you were human, you would smile at his kindness, but the only way you can show your appreciation in this form is by wagging your tail and licking excitedly at his hands. He doesn’t seem to mind, petting you absentmindedly and going back to his painting. You doze then.

You wake up when someone yelps, near you. Lost in the instincts of the dog, you bark sharply, still half asleep. You come to your senses when you see Thorpe with blood coming out of the back of his neck. You rush to his side, sniffing the canvas carefully. A monster squirms inside of it, trying to escape. You had heard about his powers, the art animation. He must have lost control in some way.

“Easy, there.” Thorpe says when the monster finally stills. “I keep dreaming about him.” He confesses, rubbing your back. You allow it because he looks shaken. It’s more for him than for you. “This monster… I think it is the one behind the attacks.”

You lick at his hand because what else can you do? You are terrified, but there is not a lot you could do in dog form about it, much less without blowing your cover of a domestic, totally normal, yet oversized dog.

It goes to hell that Monday. You are talking to Yoko, on your way to class, when a hand grasps your wrist from behind. You turn, eyes narrowed.

“I… Sorry…” Thorpe says, a blush creeping on his cheeks. His hand is still holding your arm, a grip gentle enough you could slip out of it if you wanted to. “You look familiar… Have we met?”

Yoko gives him an unimpressed look, grabbing your wrist and tugging it out of his arm. You mourn the loss of contact immediately.

“No.” Yoko answers. “My roommate and you don’t know each other.”

“Are you sure…?” Thorpe asks, looking attentively at your face. He is genuinely confused, and you panic. You need him to stop looking at you so closely, you don’t need this kind of attention. “Your eyes…”

“Those kinds of lines don’t work on me.” You laugh, airily, trying to do your best impression of a silly, flirty girl. You don’t want him thinking too much about your eyes, the same ones of the too intelligent hound he has met twice already. “I’m Y/N.”

“Xavier.” He says, caught out of guard. Xavier continues to stare at your eyes. “I feel like I have seen you before…”

“Yeah, in the like, five classes you share.” Yoko rolls her eyes and starts dragging you away. “We will be late.”

You should stop. You know it. It would be a risk, a stupid one, to keep going back to him when he is so observant. But you can’t help it. There is something about him that calls to you. The hound is obsessed with him, his smell, his gentle touch. She likes him, in a way she hasn’t taken to any other human before, except your family. You keep going to the shed and try not to feel too guilty when he talks to you and pets you, all kind words and soft touches.

“I keep seeing this girl…” He explains to you, one day, when the bags beneath his eyes are more prominent than ever. Xavier looks so tired, your heart hurts for him. You had assumed it was dreams of the monster keeping him up, but that is not it. “She… I have seen her in class. We talked the other day. She stands, naked in the forest, blood all over. But I can’t help her. When I call her name, the dream disappears.” He laughs, humorlessly. You place your paw over his leg, demanding pets. “I tried talking to her, but she thought I was flirting with her and… God, she is friends with Yoko and she is a menace. I don’t want to creep her out.” You press your paw, more insistently. Xavier smiles slightly and rubs behind your ears, just in the way you like it. You offer more of yourself to be pet.

It’s bad, then. You have gathered that Xavier’s only power isn’t just art animation, but that he is also a psychic. The only explanation you think is possible is that you get attacked by the monster, and you turn to defend yourself. Xavier doesn’t tell you if the blood that covers you is yours or is it from someone else. You can’t ask.

Living in fear isn’t a new sensation for you. You are constantly scared of your secret coming out. Living knowing danger is imminent and everything you fought so hard to keep buried is going to come up any minute, is strange. You are afraid, yes. You are also on edge. Yoko constantly sends you to run in the forest because she can’t stand you. You see more of Xavier.

One night, you find him sitting down on the floor, head buried between his knees. He smells sad. You lick at what you can reach of his face, cleaning his tears. That makes him laugh a little. He hugs you against him, burying his face in your fur, like a scared little kid. You feel a pang on your heart when you hear him breathe harshly, trying to calm down. Xavier lets out a puff of air, and you squirm.

“Fuck, sorry. You are such a good girl.” He says, scratching behind your ears. “I got bad news from home. My dad, he can be such an asshole…” And so, he tells you about his father, and you vow to keep it a secret because he doesn’t really know you understand what he is telling you.

Then, they take him in custody for the murders, and you don’t understand. You cry, and punch your pillow, and you can’t say anything because you are not certain, you weren’t exactly keeping track, but you think you can be his alibi. It would mean sacrificing everything, and it’s tearing you apart, and so, you spend many sleepless nights of your own.

It finally falls apart when Crackstone attacks the school. You don’t know it then, you will learn it later. What you do know, is that Enid is missing, and that Yoko is worried sick. She blurts out something about a secret society, torturing the barista at the Weathervane.

“I think she went after Wednesday, and she can’t wolf out yet. The others… It is a blood moon, you see. You are the only one who can turn into something heavy enough to stop the Hyde.” She pleads, grasping your hands in hers. There is a desperate look in her eyes, and you know, you know, you can’t say no. You like Enid and getting the Hyde would mean getting Xavier back. If you play your hand well enough, no one has to find out. “Go after her, Y/N, please.”

And you do. You don’t even change clothes, running out still in your boots and coat. In the woods, you find a pink werewolf holding her own pretty well against the ugliest monster you have ever seen, but Enid is taking too many hits for your liking. So, you change, and charge.

Enid wraps herself in her pink coat, but you don’t have anything to wear. Having rushed into the fight, your clothes didn’t survive. This. This was the moment Xavier dreamt about. Dread takes hold in your stomach because he will find out about everything. There is no hiding now.

You had never done what you were born to do before. The thing hellhounds were designed to do perfectly. Protect and guard. It comes easier than you expect, almost instinct. And both wolves and hounds are pack animals. It seems the instinct to take down your prey as a team is engrained on both you and Enid because you work together perfectly. The Hyde stands no chance, much less when the sheriff gets there. It turns back into Tyler and Enid, and you walk out of the fight with minor injuries.

“Oh my god, you were totally badass!” Enid says, talking a mile per minute. “At first you scared me, but you are so impressive! I can’t believe it! What are you?”

“Enid, I am cold.” You hug yourself, covered in blood from head to toe. You are evading her question, and it shows. “You were pretty cool too. Congrats on wolfing out.”

You look at the sheriff, who is trying to wrangle a disgruntled Tyler into a patrol car.

“Thank you!” She beams. “I could go get you some clothes?”

“It’s okay, just, let’s get out of here.”

Enid leads you out of the forest. When she steps outside, covered in blood, Ajax is immediately there to meet her.

“Enid!” He screams and throws an arm over her shoulders. Enid looks about to cry. He is trying to lead her away, but Enid turns, eyes meeting with yours. Someone else must follow her gaze because the whispers start then. It feels like the whole Nevermore population is here, standing and gawking at you.

“Is she…?”

“…Must be the monster, fucking weirdo…”

“No way, Y/N…. Maybe the monster took her…”

Painfully aware of your nakedness, you try to cover yourself, eyes lowering to the ground. You fold and sticky with blood, it is quickly drying over your naked body, you need a shower like yesterday. Your feet are sore from all the sticks and gravel you have stepped into, completely barefoot, but worst of all is the feeling of how all your secrets are bare for the world to see. Finally, time to face the music. Someone wolf whistles, and you sink more on yourself. A hoodie gets draped over your shoulders, and you quickly shrug it on. Ajax. He steps between you and the multitude, shielding you with his body.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks, gently touching your shoulder. Meanwhile, Enid is angrily telling off everyone who tries to approach you, loudly retelling how you turned into a giant dog and helped her take down the Hyde.

“She saved my life! And I won’t have you laughing at her or saying she is a monster!” But still, someone slips under her watch. Yoko. Yoko runs at you and hugs you so hard you can feel your ribs protesting.

“You are alive… You are alive…” She sobs, hiding her face on the crook of your neck, uncaring about the blood. “I should have never asked that of you! I thought Enid was going to die, but then I thought you were going to die and…” You hug her back, gently running your fingers over her hair.

“It’s over. It’s over. I’m fine.” You say to her, but your voice is breaking too. Everyone is muttering about what you are, really. A hellhound. And then there is Xavier and Wednesday and Bianca, coming out of the school, bruised and battered. The moment your eyes lock with his, you know he knows. His expression changes, pale as if he has seen a ghost, eyes wide. Then, it comes the anger.

“Your eyes… I know those eyes.” Xavier whispers. He is so far from you, you shouldn’t be able to hear it, yet you do. It is the only thing you can hear, the betrayal in his voice, and you fight to reach him. Yoko gives you an odd look, but you shrug her off.

He grabs your arm, and this time his grip is bruising. The betrayal has turned into anger.

“Xavier…” You approach him, still dripping in blood, still naked under Ajax’s hoodie. Xavier looks you up and down, and his mouth purses in distaste. It hurts, it hurts worse than having your secret outed to like half the school. He was your friend, he was kind to you and you were a coward. That’s the truth. “I am sorry.”

“We are not talking here.” Xavier half drags you, half pulls you into the forest. You don’t resist. It hurts your feet, you are cold and uncomfortable, but it feels like a fitting punishment. You can’t keep up with his pace, his legs much longer and with the advantage of actual shoes. You stumble, but he doesn’t stop.

“What do you think you are doing?” Yoko screams, but Xavier ignores her. She runs after you, grabbing at his hoodie. “Stop it, right this second. You are hurting her.”

“None of your business, Yoko.” Xavier barks, pulling at your arm once again.

“You okay?” She asks you, stepping in front of Xavier and blocking his path. “Want me to get you away from here?”

You look at Xavier. At the way his brows are furrowed, at the hold he has on your arm, going laxer by the minute. If you say the word, Yoko would kick his ass, and remove you from the situation. But you think, if you don’t at least try to apologize, you might lose him forever.

“I’m fine. He just wants to talk. Nothing to worry about.” Your best attempt at an encouraging smile is cut short by the tug Xavier gives at your arm. You grimace. This wasn’t going to be an easy conversation.

“If he tries anything, you transform and attack him. Promise me!” Yoko eyes Xavier distrustingly. Xavier turns at that, looking at her in disdain.

“Oh, so you knew too.” Xavier smiles, a sharp, ugly thing. Then, he leans down and whispers in your ear. “Did you have fun, telling your girlfriend all my secrets and laughing at how much of a loser you think I am?” He lets go of your arm in favor of grasping at your shoulders, harshly. “I hope you did, really. I hope you enjoyed making me a fool because I will make your life hell.”

“Xavier, please…” You beg him. “Listen to me, I didn't mean to hurt you…”

“Know what?” Yoko asks, confused.

“That she is a shape-shifter and has been pretending to be a dog and hanging around me, like a pet desperate for attention!” He accuses and Yoko’s face falls. You flinch.

“Y/N is not a shape-shifter.” Yoko states, and you admire the way she has your back, so unconditional. You know she has questions, and she will ask them later, but in front of Xavier, she will take your side. “She is a Hellhound. Surely, you understand…”

“Oh, no, please, enlighten me.” Xavier mocks Yoko. She just pinches the bridge of her nose, looking back at the path she came from. No one is near, but with the way Xavier is screaming, you might have visitors soon. “I hope you enjoyed playing the good, obedient pet. It suits you well, being a hellhound.” He comes closer, towering over you. “You are nothing more than a self-absorbed bitch.”

“Xavier, I… wanted to be your alibi, I really did, but if I…” You plead, grabbing his hands in yours. He pulls away with an abrupt movement, and laughs. It’s a nasty sound. You hate how his face turns, from anger to absolute fury.

“You think that is what this is about?” Xavier rolls his eyes. “Oh, you are delusional. This is about the fact I poured my heart out to you, believing you weren’t a person.”

“And I never said a word.” You lift your hands, palms facing him. You hope he will calm down. “I am sorry. I just… I just wanted a friend.” And it’s true. You had felt so lonely and when Xavier cared for you, talking to you like you were human, it had made you melt. You desperately wanted him to forgive you, to keep providing you the safe place you needed.

“That’s not how friendship works, you asshole! You know all my secrets, and I know nothing about you.” Xavier crosses his arms over his chest. Then, cruelty glints in his eyes, and you know what he says next is going to hurt you. “Actually, yes, I do know something. You are a pathetic, desperate for attention, bitch. Don’t talk to me again, or you will regret it!” And he leaves the clearing, bumping his shoulder against yours hard enough to make you stumble.

Yoko stares, mouth hanging open. She places a hesitant hand on your shoulder and you start crying.

After that, Xavier takes every opportunity to make his distaste for you known. He glares daggers at you every time you are near each other, muttering sarcastic remarks under his breath. He is petty, you have to give him that. But thanks to the gods, the semester ends early, so you only have to put up with a day of that treatment.

Summer break gives you time to think, and so, you come to terms with all of Nevermore knowing your secret and losing Xavier’s friendship. Or, well, whatever it was. He was right about it, it wasn’t a proper friendship, and you had fucked up. You would feel pretty violated too if someone tricked you like that. You vowed to never approach him again because you had tried to make amends, but he had made his wishes perfectly clear.

At least, now that everyone knows, you can spend more time as a hound, and it proves a safe heaven against your more intrusive thoughts. It’s different in Nevermore, of course. The first day, you were met by stares, but Enid had chosen to take you under his wing, glaring at everyone who dared make a comment. That had started a new tradition, your quiet lunches with Yoko, Enid, and Wednesday. Both Yoko and Enid were chatterboxes, but Wednesday and you both preferred the silence. Since you spent so much time together now, you had instilled that lunches would be quiet, since they got the rest of the day to talk and chat as much as they wanted.

Quiet lunches, unfortunately, had uninvited guests every so often. And the guests didn’t respect the rules at all. Ajax. Ajax was the guest, and you could see him and Enid giggling over something or other every day, while Wednesday stared daggers at them.

“Love.” She stage whispered to you often. “Is a sickness.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” And you went back to your comfortable silence. But this left Yoko, bored out of his mind. Enid must have mentioned it to Ajax because he took it upon himself to resolve the problem. By bringing Xavier. To lunch. With you.

When you see him, you tense on your seat. He is walking after Ajax, jaw clenched. His lips are moving, probably in a protest, but you can’t hear what he says even with your enhanced senses because your blood is pumping loudly in your ears. You feel this weird impulse to run away, run from him. He had scared you, back in the forest, that night. But you won’t give him the satisfaction of it. You realize, you hate him a little, too. The things he had said to you, the way he had grasped at your arms… Xavier had lashed out, and you deserved it, but it had hurt.

The loud clang of a tray against the table makes you jump. Xavier has sat down nest to Yoko, with a sullen expression. To Yoko, he is still persona non grata, even knowing the whole story.

“So, Yoko, how was your day?” If you have to suffer through this awkward lunch, you at least will make sure Yoko isn’t the one paying for your mistakes.

“Oh, so you talk too?” Xavier asks, under his breath. “I thought you just wagged your tail.”

Yoko tenses up, ready to tear him a new one, but you place your hand on hers, squeezing. She is not fighting your battles for you, not again. Ajax and Enid are too absorbed into themselves to care, and Wednesday looks vaguely amused.

“Oh, I talk. Loads.” You answer him, clutching dangerously at your knife. He can be angry at you, hate you even, but this is taking it a bit far. The silent treatment might be best.

“Funny, I thought I was here because you didn’t.” Xavier smirks, leaning forward. You keep quiet because he has you. You can’t exactly contradict him, and so, you sink into silence once more. Yoko glares at him. You don’t finish your lunch and go back to your dorm. But the next day, he is there. Again. He has found a way of torturing you, a weakness he can exploit, and he is not letting go because he is petty and has been waiting for his revenge.

You skip lunch that day too. Soon, Yoko starts skipping with you, and it ends up becoming a not so quiet lunch hour since you start to get lunch together. But you don't forget. Neither does he.

Xavier enjoys torturing you in little ways. The invasion of his privacy from last semester has left him shaken. He doesn't like how you now have the upper hand all the time, what you know about his powers, his father, his mental health. He has discussed it with his therapist, he knows his fixation in you is excessive. The therapist seems to think it is a simple crush, but he knows it's not that. He hates you.

He spends more of his day than he would like to admit staring at you, and more of his nights dreaming of you. Because the dreams, they don't just go away after discovering who you are. And they are weird dreams too, Xavier can't tell if they are visions or the product of an overactive imagination. In some, he is running his hands gently through your fur. In others, he holds your hand. And in one he thinks is the worst one to date, you are on your knees, naked, a collar and a leash around your pretty neck.

Suddenly, you are everywhere. At every class, laughing in the lunch tables, in Jericho, in the coffee shop, running in the woods. Now that he is looking, he knows your presence is on everything that surrounds him. Even if you are not physically there. You haunt him. Every dog he sees, no matter how small or different colored, reminds him of you. He can't sit down to lunch with Ajax and Enid without remembering your furious expression. He can't paint without thinking of the time you spent with him there, in the shed, offering the balm of your company and affection on his wounds.

Xavier shouldn't be thinking this way of the girl he hates. He should not. Because he hates you. It's not a crush. It can't be. You are not supposed to get crushes on the girls that abuse your trust. This can never go anywhere and so, he stamps down his ideas and stupid obsessions behind a wall of pure, unadulterated hate. This is easier, this is safer. No matter if he has spent a whole hour staring at how the light hits your face when you take the seat window instead of Yoko. No matter if he likes the way you throw your head back when you laugh. No matter how soft your fur feels between his fingers and wonders if your hair would feel as soft. No matter he knows you can be nice too. No matter if he is obsessed with you.

Dog jokes. That is what it comes down to, in the end. A new, funny kind of torture that has the added advantage of making you flinch every time you see Xavier, but doesn't leave him feeling as guilty as calling you names. Or as guilty as he felt when he saw you crying after that stupid fight.

“So, I was thinking, for the group project we could…” You looked at Ajax. He wasn’t paying attention, too busy staring at Enid, who Wednesday had claimed as her partner. Yoko wasn’t in this class with you, and so, the teacher had put you as the third to Xavier and Ajax.

“Poor thing, you are barking at the wrong tree.” Xavier snickered. You ignored him, as always. You had learned this was the best way to deal with him. Ignore his taunts, and he would get tired of it. Lately, he had gotten nastier, intent on not letting anyone forget you could turn into a hound. It drove you up the walls. You were mistaken, yes, but was this necessary?

“Oh, come on, stop hounding him.” Xavier smirked. “Don’t you see he is in love?”

“Guys, please. Can we focus? We have to submit a proposal before the class is finished.” You begged, tugging at Ajax’s arm. Your patience was running thin, you would not fail botany just because you got assigned to work with these two.

You lost it, then. You snarled at him, much like a dog would do, showing your teeth. Xavier frowned, pulling his chair a little away from the table with a loud, rasping noise.

“Guys…” Ajax said, finally out of his daze. You ignored him.

“What is your problem with me?” Nothing else was needed. You were up and in Xavier’s face in less than a second. He just stared at you, unimpressed. He remained sitting, legs spread in a confident sprawl that made you want to strangle him.

“Stop it!” The teacher warned. But you were unable to look away from Xavier’s eyes, and he seemed to be in the same situation, staring up at you with such intensity, that if looks could kill, you would be already dead.

“Oh, you know exactly what…” He started saying, and you wanted to scream. You fucked up, you knew it, but surely, your patience with him all this time, not reacting to his taunts, it must qualify you for sanctity already.

“Cut the bullshit, Thorpe. Don’t you think it is enough? I apologized. You asked me to leave you alone, and I did. “ You point a finger at his chest, this time, getting so close your noses touch. Xavier seems stunned, mouth hanging open. “You are the one who keeps looking for me, circling me, you… You are the one who is obsessed with me!”

Xavier grabs your hand and forces you to lower it. His grip is loose, but the threat is there,

“Guys, the teacher…” Ajax says, nervously.

“Don’t. Don’t.” He pulls you in, legs spreading to accommodate you. Even sitting down, the height difference is notorious. You hate yourself for finding him attractive, even then. You know he is capable of being gentle, and he is handsome, even if not in a classical way. Xavier has always had something that pulls you in, and you are unable to resist, like a moth to a flame. “No, you don’t get to do this. Not when you keep smiling and laughing and looking…”

“Y/L/N! Thorpe!” The teacher finally screams. “Out! Out, or I will send you both to the principal’s office!”

At that, you pick up your bag and storm out of the room, face so red you look like a tomato. You aren’t ashamed of your fit of temper because you are so angry you can’t think straight. You wait for him to come out, and when he does, bag slung over his shoulder, you ambush him. This time, you are the one who grabs Xavier’s wrists and start dragging him out of the building.

“We.” You say, pulling with all your might when he digs his feet in. "Are going to have a talk. I am done with putting up with your tantrum.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.” Xavier turns his head away, avoiding your eyes. But he lets you pull him out of the school and into the forest, following the familiar path to his shed.

“Oh, really? Because if you refuse, I will just assume you are obsessed with me.” You taunt, smirking. It’s good to be the one with the upper hand for once. Xavier blushes.

“So what if I am?” He asks, crowding you, struck with a sudden bout of bravery. You step back, until your shoulders hit a tree. Xavier doesn’t stop crowding you, even when your hands come desperate to his chest, trying to put distance between the two. You can’t think straight, with him so close, and you think it must show because he leans down to whisper in your ears. “What if I am? What if I can’t stop thinking about you, dreaming about you? Wondering how your hands would feel on mine, how would you look down on your knees, in my arms? What are you going to do about it?”

“What if I told you…?” You start and promptly shut up. Thing is, you don’t have the words, you don’t know what to say. Having him so close, smelling his cologne, feeling the way his chest rises and down with each breath, your brain is in overdrive. And so, frustrated because you can’t find your words, you do what you do best. Act.

The kiss you press to his lips is desperate, more a siege than a kiss. It’s not gentle or romantic, you bite at his lips in hopes they will bruise, he grabs your jaw so hard it might be hurting you. You are both frustrated, filled with months worth of longing and rage against the other. Wetness pools on your underwear, and you scoff into the kiss. You are totally not getting your panties wet just because Xavier Thorpe is kissing you.

“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to…” Xavier kisses your cheek, hands softer this time. “But…”

“You want to have your way with me?” You tease him. “Doggy style?” That startles a laugh out of him.

“Oh, god, that was terrible.” He gets busy sucking a hickey on your neck.

“You got weeks of dog jokes to make up for.” The phrase ends up melting into a moan because Xavier is excellent with his tongue.

“And you got weeks of looking beautiful to make up for.” His kisses make a path from your collarbone, back to your lips. Xavier kisses you again, slower this time. When you part, his pupils are blown. He is the one who looks more like a puppy, big green eyes peering at you. “Say yes, say yes. And if you do, know you won’t be going back to your dorm until tomorrow. Very late tomorrow.” He begs.

You jump him, then. Literally. It takes quite a bit of strength, to be able to just jump and wrap your thighs around his waist, squeezing just right, so you don’t fall off. Xavier staggers, but quickly places his hands under your thighs.

“That was so hot.” He mutters, nibbling at your ear. “Come on, to the shed.”

Turns out, he does want to fuck you from behind. And for someone who hates the fact you can turn into a hellhound, Xavier is pretty obsessed with it.

“Come on, hands and knees, just how pretty pets do it.” Xavier and you are both kneeling over a sheet on the floor in his shed, stained with paint. He had made already a pretty compelling case for you to forgive him, pressing kisses to your legs and thighs until you were begging him to put his mouth on you. Xavier had done as asked, bringing you to orgasm quickly. Then, he had risen from the floor, face glistening with your juices, and pulled you in for a dirty kiss.

You laugh, before realizing he is completely serious. Then, you can only gawk. He pushes you a little, hardness pressing against the small of your back. You are naked, floor hard against your already hurting knees from him eating you out, but you let him position you as he wishes. Xavier forces you to spread your legs and lines up, rubbing his tip at your entrance. He feels hot against your already clammy skin. You wonder how many times has he done this, and if he has a thing for being naked on his shed, or if the excitement is about you.

Xavier rubs his tip teasingly against your folds. It feels way too good on your already sensitive cunt, and if how he is whimpering is an indicator, it feels good for him too. You aren’t really in the mood to be patient, so you do your best to push backwards. You quickly find out that with him over you, Xavier has all the leverage and you got none.

“Oh, are you feeling neglected, pet?” He mocks you, one hand coming to grab at your hair, forcing you to throw your head back. You moan at that, eyes closing in pleasure. This is unexpected, but so very welcome.

“Next time, I will end you.” You threaten him, in a play for dominance you really don't mean. Xavier has already gone to his knees for you, you could let him have a bit of fun. “You will be crying by the time I am done with you.”

Rather than answering, Xavier’s hips do a smooth flex and roll, and he breaches your entrance. You can feel his smugness without needing to look at him, and you bet he looks ridiculously pretty, confidence glowing in an already handsome face. You can’t have that, so you clench around him.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?” You ask him, and Xavier trusts into you, harsh. It seems he is still frustrated. Your laughter quickly turns into moans. He is fucking you in an animalistic way, one hand wrapped firmly around your middle to prevent you from getting thrown away across the room. It’s good, great, even. His thrusts are hitting your walls just right, and you are so wet, you fear your slick is dripping down your thighs.

“Xavier, Xavier…” One of your hands comes to clench around his hip, blindly. You fear you will lose your balance and end up with a broken nose. He is holding you, but your knees are already sore and the way Xavier is punching the air out of your lungs is not helping. “Slow down. I’m gonna fall down on my face.”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” Xavier gasps, face coming to rest against your shoulder, pressing apologetic kisses there. Still, the sharp staccato of his hips continues. “Let me take care of you, pet.” At that, you moan, and you feel his mouth curve into a smile. Xavier presses into your shoulders, convincing you to lay down. You help him, extending your sore legs, until you are face down on the sheet. “Here, here, that's my good girl.” He then lies on top of you, holding you down and pressing kisses against your nape.

Xavier resumes the thrusting after that, and your breath starts coming in punched up little sobs. It’s too much. The way his hands run up and down your side, how he calls you a good pet, a good girl, praise freely leaving his lips, how he holds you so gentle. Your body can’t take the abuse he is inflicting on your walls, nor the way he then drops a hand between you two, over where you are joined, and whispers the filthiest thing you had ever heard him say, pressing his thumb against your other hole.

“You know, maybe I’ll buy you a tail, since you are such a good pet. “ His thumbs threatens to enter your ass, holds you open, never breaching. You hadn’t considered anal sex before, much less double penetration, but you can’t get the picture he paints out of your head. “Such a good pet, love. You are gorgeous.” It’s over for you, then. You scream, clenching and fluttering under him. Xavier fucks you through it, chasing his own pleasure. It doesn’t take long for him, either. He shudders and just collapses over you, crushing you.

“Fuck.” Your eyes close. You bet if you tried to stand, your legs would be shaking, and you don't want to give him the satisfaction, so you remain on the floor. “We need to do that again.” It's hesitant, but you need to say it. You like him, and if you can actually communicate for a chance, this could be great.

“I’m not sure…” Xavier teases, running a hand over your ribs. But the way he kisses your forehead tells you all you need to know.

“Maybe you can get me a collar?” You tease right back and he groans.

“You will be the death of me, you know it, right?” Xavier says, biting playfully at your nape.

“Oh, but what a way to go.” You laugh, and then fall silent as he rolls off you and cuddles by your side. The silence stretches, Xavier’s fingers drawing patterns over your hips, and then, the intrusive thoughts win the battle. “You know, you are pretty dumb. I look nothing like a dog, way too big, and I got peaks on my hair. Also, my jaw goes way back. “

You snort in response and snuggle closer.

“Oh, shut up, it was dark, and I was under a lot of stress.”

[xavithorpes]

XAVIER THORPE: BLURB 02: xavier comforting you after a fight with your roomate

warnings: terribly written, a little bit of angst, hurt/comfort, pet names

"Just— just go!" Enid yelled at you over the pounding of rain against the roof. Tears streamed down your puffy cheeks as you quickly ran out of your shared dorm with the werewolf. 

You raced down the stairs as you ignored everyone you knew asking if you were okay or where you were going. 

You only had one person to go to, but he was outside. In the pouring rain.

You had nothing to protect yourself from the rain, so you just decided to run to his shed, to escape Enid and how angry she was.

Xavier was setting up his canvas when he heard a loud knock upon the door of his art shed, opening the door to see your face. 

You were drenched. It was pouring rain, and you didn't have a coat, hat, umbrella, or anything to cover yourself from the wet, cold air. 

Xavier immediately pulled you into his shed, going and grabbing one of the stray towels he used when he spilled his water for the paint or water would get into the shed. 

"Why did you come here in the cold rain?" He asked, drying you off and grabbing letting you sit down on the beanbag in the corner of the room. "I'm sorry, I— Enid got mad at me and made me leave the dorm." You murmured. 

"I'm sorry, honey," He cooed, picking you up and sitting down before sitting you on his lap. You curled against his chest into a fetal position, listening to his soft heartbeat. 

"I didn't mean to interrupt your painting session, or whatever you were doing." You said, looking up at the boy pitifully. "It's okay, I  hadnt even started painting yet." He said, kissing your forehead. "What happened anyway?" He inquired, letting you play with his tied up hair as you usually would when stressed. 

"I told her it was okay if she was a late bloomer and she just like– blew up on me. She's so upset she hasn't gotten any other werewolf features other than her claws." You said, looking up at your boyfriend as you aged with his hair. "I'm sure she was just stressed out," He comforted.

"Do you just wanna come to my dorm? Ajax won't be there for a while I'm sure." He reassured, getting up when you nodded. 

He quickly slipped his jacket off and slid it onto your shoulders as the rain wasn't as bad but was still there. "We can do whatever you want when we get there. Cuddle, watch movies, listen to music, talk, anything." He said, pulling your hood up for you as he locked his shed.  "I love you, xavier." You said, looking at his dark orbs light up from your statement.

"I love you more, my angel."

[atpsnty]

┊𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

xavier thorpe ; wednesday

pairing: jealous!xavier thorpe x bestfriend!fem!reader 

warnings: light hearted, extremely cheesy & overplayed crush confession, miscommunication trope at it’s finest (let’s be honest, xavier is somehow great at both communicating and not talking at all), light swearing

request: n/a

summary:  after telling him that you were asked to the dance at your school in jericho, xavier gets all butthurt.

a/n: I think this takes place after the whole monster situation, but he doesn’t like wednesday. also, don’t ask how wednesday, xavier, and y/n interact/are connected in all of this, idk either...

character credit: wednesday series

w/c: 1.2k

“I don’t even understand why you're being all grumpy right now,” you sigh as you trail behind your bestfriend. 

You’re just leaving the Weathervane café and following Xavier towards the woods, meaning you’re probably heading to his little art shack. Everything was going as it usually does – you guys laughing and catching up over your separate drinks – when he suddenly got really quiet and wanted to leave.

“Can you at least tell me what’s wrong?”

He doesn’t even acknowledge your presence anymore, seeming to be in his own head right now.

You glance at his back, his usually tall stature now hunched in on itself. He keeps running his hand through his hair as it falls in his face, which is when you notice that he’s missing the black hair tie that usually sits on his wrist.

Putting a little pep in your step to get beside him, you hold out your own wrist. Upon it lays a hair tie; the same black type that he usually keeps for himself. You started carrying them after noticing how often he sets them down beside him, only to forget doing so and abandoning them altogether.

He halts his movements before glancing at the band adorning your wrist. He stares at it for a few seconds before his gaze trails up at your face, where he stares at you for a few more. 

You guys are always comfortable around each other, you’ve been friends for a while now, so eye contact is not something you struggle with…but there was something different about the way he is currently looking at you. Like he’s analyzing you. Studying you. Looking past what lays upon your expression and trying to survey your thoughts.

You try to hold his stare, but after a bit your face starts to heat up and the moment feels way too intense, so you divert your gaze to your shoes, the tips almost touching the tips of his own.

You hear the soft sigh fall from his lips before you see his retreating steps. After a few seconds, you fall back in line, trailing behind him once again.

–

After a few more silent minutes, you reach his art studio. He opens the door for you, though still not looking at you directly, before walking in himself. He immediately finds his closest pencil and sketchbook, making little to no sounds as he sits at his desk and begins scribbling away.

You sit on the stool that accompanies a large painting canvas and watch as he frustratingly works the pencil into the paper, smudging lead with his fingers in an unrecognizable design.

After a while, the silence is almost too much to bear.

“Seriously Xavier, what is wrong with you?”

“Everything apparently,” he said abruptly while slamming down his pencil on the multi-color covered table top, “enough to not even be an option anymore.”

You squint at him, completely distraught by his sudden outburst.

“What the actual fuck are you talking about?” 

Completely lost about where this attitude even came from, you run back the conversation you were having back at Weathervane: your wellbeing, school, an upcoming dance, the guy who asked you to said upcoming dance…

Bingo.

“Are you mad about me getting asked to a school dance?” You questioned, a hint of accusation to your voice. 

“Yes, okay! I’m mad you got asked to your little dance at normie school!” Xavier exclaimed, standing up and looking down at you. 

It takes all but two seconds before you're standing as well, mixed emotions of confusion and anger boiling inside you.

“Why would you be fucking upset! If anything you should be happy that your best friend is actually liked by someone for once.” You said in an exasperated tone. Why would your closest friend be upset about you finally getting attention from someone…unless he thinks you don’t deserve it.

“Well I’m not fucking happy.” He says while looking you straight in the eyes before sitting back in his chair, placing his elbows on the table and his head in his hands.

“Why not?” At this point, anything he said would probably end with you in tears, your heart broken, or both.

“Because I wanted to take you,” he says in a soft voice before running both hands through his hair and turning to face you. “Because I want to take you,” he reiterates. 

You gape at him, eyes and lips slightly widened as you find the words to say. 

To be honest, you have had feelings for Xavier for a while. When you first saw him, you thought he was an attractive guy. His long hair compliments his face so well, who wouldn’t? But it wasn’t until you started connecting that your feelings for him truly blossomed. You loved his artsy side, he was always surprising you with drawings and paintings he made of you, alongside ones he made simply to impress you with his “bring drawings to life” ability. He was always there to cheer you up if something was upsetting you at school, and he would constantly call or text you to see how you’re doing.

After all that gaping, the only thing you could think to say was “why would you want to do that?”

He gave a small chuckle-ish sigh before replying, “have I not been obvious, because I swear everyone else could see how much I like you except you.”

Thinking back at it now, yeah the man was super obvious, but that doesn’t mean you actually believe it..

“Seriously, Y/N. I know I’m being super obvious in my flirting tactics, but that’s just because I think you like me back. I mean obviously not if you’re going to a dance with someone else, but I-”

“Who said I’m going with somebody else?” You cut him off mid rant.

“The guy-.”

“If you would’ve actually let me finish my story instead of getting all jealous and gloomy, you would have heard me say that I didn’t even say yes.” You look at him with a slight smirk. “Matter of fact, I don’t think I even like anyone fro-”

“I knew it.”

“From my school. Xavier you seriously need to let a girl finish her storytimes,” you shake your head and softly laugh before looking back up at him.

The smile you’ve come to adore is finally resting upon his face once again.

“So…you want to take me to the dance,” you tease.

“I do,” he says as if it’s a simple fact.

“Are you gonna ask or…? Because I’ve got other options to weigh if this is gonna take all da-.”

He rushes towards you and envelopes you in a hug, though this one feels different than the ones you usually share.

“Would you allow me the great honor of taking you to your normie school dance?” He finishes as he sets you back upright and grazes his thumb over your cheek.

“I would love to go,” you smile up at him, leaning into his touch slightly.

“With me though, right? The other dudes are completely out of the picture?”

“Only with you,” you giggle at his playful antics. “Just you.”

Completely ignoring the story, I am currently obsessed with Xavier Thorpe and my close friends list on Instagram has been suffering with edits for days.

I no longer support Percy Hynes White and will no longer take request for Xavier Thorpe.

[crazyoffher]

TAKE YOUR PICK.

wednesday addams x fem!vampire!reader

summary: a werewolf attack leaves you in need of aid, though you find yourself aided in more than just your wounds.

warnings: smut (18+) — slight oral (r receiving), fingering, strap-on referred to as “cock” at one point, slight face-slapping, teasing, dirty talk, virgin!r, withheld orgasm. -> mentions of blood, wounds, werewolf attack, medical equipment, mentions of kidnapping, scarring, and dom!w + sub!r.

word amount: 6900+

a/n: yes you read that right, 6900+ words. i guess i beat you, didn’t i, my ⭐️ anon 😉.

“Our successor greets us with torture by this grouping.” Her words were dull, and as you turned to face her, you were met with her eyes boring into yours. You cocked your head to the side, easily bypassing a tree that would’ve hit anyone else. Your instincts were stressed by your venture into the woods with the murderous woman you labeled your enemy accompanying you.

Your skin itched. Badly. Though you would rather burn in the flames she created than take action for relief, you never dared to let the shorter girl win at her former pleas to have her partner switch, labeling it as having to not deal with your pollen allergy, but everyone knew of your rivalry.

It was no secret after all. You couldn’t count the number of times she tried to assist in your early death, ranging from simple pop-up attacks that your raging instincts guided you with to kidnapping you into the Nightshades library and torturing you—or more so, trying her best to—while reading latin incantations from a book that still scarred your mind to this day.

“You don’t have to tell me.” With your head shifted into it’s former state, staring straight ahead, you expected Wednesday to mirror your action. She hadn’t.

Your eyes darted all around the forest, searching for insects, animals, humans, or anything of the above that would pose a potential life-threat. Unlike Wednesday, you allowed yourself to feel fear because you actually cared for your life.  

You and Wednesday were similar, which was the root of your rivalry. She eyed you as a copycat, but you had always been who you were since the day you were born, and nobody could ever change you. You thrived in academics and sports, taking part in three education-related after school clubs as well as fencing, track, and a modernized human sport known as “soccer” to Americans during the summer.

You easily got more praise for your contribution to the school’s image, while Wednesday held the slimy silver medal praising her for being in second place, and her mind raged at the remembrance of it every time. She wanted to be number one above all else, but she could never bypass you. Hell, you even bypassed Bianca Barclay, forming a small rivalry with her when you first arrived at the academy.

“Would you like me to send you a photographed Polaroid of myself with my signature on it, or shall you continue to stare at me and soon trip over a rock?” Wednesday’s eyes furrowed at the end of the sentence, unable to hold back a yelp when she inevitably did fall over a grounded rock and faceplant on the floor.

You halted your movement, turning your head to the side to catch a glimpse of Wednesday rolling herself on her back, a hand over her knee from a wound forming due to her ignorant choice to wear shorts. “We have thirty minutes remaining to collect all we need for our botanical project. I’d suggest you get off the floor.” 

Before she could even comprehend what you said, she found herself looking up into your eyes as you towered over her. Once more, you cocked your head to the side, allowing a sly grin to form on your face at the sight of blood dousing her hand from the open wound. “And you tell me I’m the clumsy one?”

“You are.” She shot back immediately, her eyes narrowing at your facial expression of humor. You found humor in her; you always have. It was a key part of your romantic attraction to her, though that aspect had always been locked away as a secret, and your humor lied in her inability to keep up with you.

Whether Wednesday wanted to admit it or not, she had found her challenger. Someone who was undeniably better than her, someone who forced her to work harder to be the one at the top, though she knew secretly she’d always be trapped in second place.

You were better than her, and it annoyed her more than anything in the world. That’s why the discovery of her own attraction toward you scared her—the girl who dared not feel emotion. She blamed it on your well-behaved confidence and that stupid grin you flashed her from day to day. 

A grin she wanted to kiss off, she thought once, and she contemplated throwing herself off the balcony in her dorm room when she allowed that sentence to linger in her mind.

You laughed genuinely, your grin growing wider at the sight of Wednesday stumbling to get up, her face crinkling only so slightly at the pain that coursed through the entirety of her leg.

“You’re unfit.” A huff came from her, head flicking up to meet your gaze, eyes lingering on your standstill grin—your pink-lipped mouth—for a second deemed too long before she lunged forward and pushed you aside.

The force of her thrust caused you to stumble back and fall on a pile of leaves, blowing and coughing out a crisp leaf that found it’s home inside your mouth. At the force of her thrust toward you, Wednesday found herself collapsed once more on the floor, her body not correctly stabilized from her injury.

“So, not only are you clumsy, but you’re also an idiot.” You sat yourself upright, hands laid down on the floor behind your body to stabilize yourself, all the while watching the conflict in Wednesday’s eyes over whether she should shoot back or keep quiet.

She kept quiet, eliciting a small, almost unnoticeable groan that Wednesday herself didn’t catch at first. You heard it, though, your grin finding it’s way back onto your face as you practically jumped up, brushing yourself off with a flick of your wrists to your neutral- colored clothing.

You furrowed your eyebrows to see Wednesday still sprawled on the floor, expecting her to have risen up by now, even if a limp tagged along. “The big, challenging girl who fought off the reincarnation of Joseph Crackstone years ago can’t get up because of a wound on her knee.”

You spoke in disbelief, and Wednesday turned her head over to you with might. “Don’t you ever mock my accomplishments.”

“Well, we can’t even accomplish the task of finishing our botanical sciences project if you don’t take your small ass up and off the floor.” You bit back.

Fumed with rage and annoyance due to her growing short temper, Wednesday lunged up at you with all the strength she had in her body. The next second, you found your hands wrapped around her waist as you held her upright from falling again, the girl collapsing into your embrace with a snake-like hiss emitting from her.

Another groan came from her, not even bothering to hide it this time, too preoccupied with the futile stinging of her wound and the warming position she found herself in with you. “Alright, back on the floor.”

Her back met the homing place that was the floor once more, shooting daggers at your inexistent attempt to lay her down carefully, seeing as you dropped her onto the floor without care. Her hand found it’s way back to her knee, coating the skin in blood once more, and you sighed. “Move your hand.”

“No.”

“Since when did you become so stubborn?” She raised her eyebrows at you. “Actually, that’s a dumb question, but I’m not going to ask you again. Addams,” your tone became firm, seriousness rising up amidst your former face of humor, “move your hand.”

Her teeth clenched, jawline protruding out, and her eyes were in their usual wide state, as if she were thinking, but her mind was blank. You found impatience creeping up on you, not daring to alert your eyes to her dark red, bloodied hand from her gushing wound.

With a twitch of your eye, your hand shot forward and clamped on Wednesday’s wrist, pulling it away from her wound with force, and she let out a small whimper that she immediately tried to cover with a cough. Your eyes darted up at her for only a second, having heard it, before looking back down at her wound, which was open and wide.

“I will take you to the Infirmary, and then come back and collect all we need for our project.” You said your plan out loud, your eyes darting back and forth between Wednesday’s open wound and the pathway from which you and the girl had just come. “I am fine. Besides, you would only get all the wrong things we need, seeing as how foolish you are.”

“Foolish is what you claim me to be, yet you’re the one consistently in second place.” Without warning, you sank an arm under her bent knees and another under her back, picking her up in bridal style, to which her eyes drastically widened. You felt her tense under you, muscles contracting, and you groaned. 

“Oh, relax. Being tense will only cause your wound to bleed more, and before I know it, I’ll be carrying your dead weight.”

“Put me down this instant.” Wednesday fought, trying to wiggle herself out of your grasp as you started to walk back to the school grounds, leaving your grip on her to tighten. “No. And don’t presume that I care about your wellbeing either, because I don’t.”

She huffed, her leg jerking up when a low branch made contact with her wound. “Then why not allow me to continue with you?”

“If you haven’t noticed, we’re past the forest barriers that Nevermore set.” When she turned her head in response to your signal to the right, she noticed the wooden line fences that were more intended to serve as a signal for students to turn around than as a means of keeping them out.

“Throats get slit in this neck of the woods,” you continued, mindlessly drifting your eyes all over the forest in caution of any inhumane species. “I’d rather not have a Jason Voorhees copycat lunatic trying to slaughter us, and I can’t go far because you’re disabled.”

“It’d be your own death’s fault for trying to save me.” Her deadpanning words made you want to drop her and let her find her own way back to the academy, but you just let out an annoyed breath while gripping onto her thighs tighter. “Forgive me for actually having a beating heart, Addams.”

“You’re not forgiven, (Y/L/N).”

Soon enough, you found yourself back in the forest, with Wednesday’s presence long gone. You were kneeling down, collecting dirt into a small jar that you had sprayed with pesticides to clear it of any lingering bugs. You hadn’t noticed how the time flew past, the sun fading into the moon, and you took a moment to enjoy the stars, hands settled on your dirt-covered knees.

A sound rang through the forested area, causing you to snap your head in the direction of the noise. It was muffled, but it sounded too closely like the howls of the werewolves you’ve grown to make friends with, and that was enough for you to shoot up instantly from your kneeling position. With a sharp breath, you looked up at the moon, now taking on the shape of a full moon, and you gagged in growing fear.

You’re fine, right? They get locked in the Lupen cages; there’s no way one of them could’ve escaped theirs. Your mind raced for explanations as you crouched down to pick up all that you'd collected, ranging from dirt to plants, before taking steady steps in the direction of the academy.

You took precautionary halts so as not to make major noise, cringing in fear at the sound of a leaf loudly crunching under your foot, and you could hear the howls once more, closer this time. 

You took another five steps before you could hear the thudding stomps of a figure inching closer to you with every second, and you thanked nothing else but your heightened senses as you dropped all of what you held and booked it. 

You dodged tree logs and branches left and right, hands fumbling with your satchel to tear it off your body to release the weight it was holding, and your body shook at the thudding sounds ringing in your ears, inching closer and closer-

Until you woke up, spread out on the floor, and your hands dug around the surface of the floor to help you realize that you were still in the woods. Your body still shook, this time more violently as you gasped in pain, stings shooting all over your body and causing your muscles to tighten.

“Fuck!” You groaned out, clenching your stomach where it hurt the most to feel a liquid coating your skin of the same texture that dripped your hands with Wednesday’s blood hours earlier. Your eyes drooped, sullenly coming to the firm realization that you were bleeding out with a liquid you could not even view properly, the night still too dark.

You blamed it all on a werewolf not properly being contained, but if that was the case, why didn’t they kill you instead of merely injuring you? The thought of the beast not being a werewolf flooded out of your mind quicker than it came in. You could see the outline of large claw slits scarring the skin of your stomach, and you yelled out the most mind-scarring shriek as you forced yourself up.

You moaned out, “Oh,” in pain as you sat yourself on a log, scanning the dark forest for any signs of life, human or not, to which there were none, and you sighed in relief. You took off your jacket first before peeling the shredded, blood-stained white shirt off your body, leaving you with just your bra and an exposed, large wound.

Your eyes closed in despair, feeling the pain dull ever so slightly in your relaxing state. You bent over, to your body’s anguish, to grab your bag with a small first aid kit tucked into it. All the items within the mini-kit were dunked out on the log space beside you, and you hurriedly grabbed multiple anti-septic wipes and shredded open the packaging before pressing them onto your skin.

Fangs bared, eyes darkening at the severe pain, you dug them into your bottom lip and swished the wipes over your wounds before letting out a loud yell of agony. You threw the wipes to the floor when they were all left coated with a dark red, grabbing the bandage roll, and with all of your muscles tightening at the pressure, wrapping your stomach with the bandage that immediately turned red before sealing it with tape.

The aftermath was almost pleasurable; the pain was still there but lessened due to the lack of blood flowing out of you. Managing to stumble up, you discarded your bag on the floor before taking a step forward, your body hunching over immediately from the inability to stand upright, and you carried on in the form of a hunchback.

What Wednesday least expected on an early Saturday morning, 3:30 a.m. to be exact, was the sound of her doorknob snapping off from the door itself. Her eyes perked up, sensing danger, and she immediately dug under her pillow to grab the knife she stored there, pointing it forward with the sharp tip ready to plunge itself into whoever dared to intrude into her and Enid’s dorm.

She had only been released from the hospital a few hours prior, so it seemed as though her knee pain had subsided, but when she put her foot on the ground, it suddenly returned. She ignored the discomfort and advanced toward the opening door, ready to strike.

“Wed-” You threw the door open, stopping immediately when the tip of her knife bore into your throat, one step away from slicing into your carotid artery. Even in the harsh darkness, Wednesday could see the fear and agony in your eyes, the way you were breathing heavily and clutching your stomach, and the skin that your bloodied jacket had now covered.

In the dim light of her bedside lamp, she could see your black jacket with a huge damp spot covering it, clamped over by bloodied hands. Her eyes met yours, and you gulped. “I didn’t know who else to come to.”

Wordlessly, she stepped to the side, inviting you in, which you limped into, and she closed the door. Her hand met your shoulder, an odd warmth coating your body despite her cold figure, and she aided you to the bathroom, choosing to disregard the blood trail you were leaving behind.

A sigh left your mouth as you collapsed on the closed-lidded toilet, leaning all your weight on the material. Wednesday pulled out a medical kit from under the sink, one much bigger than the one you had previously used, and slammed it on the countertop. “So much for not trying to wake up Enid.”

“Do you want me to help you or not? Beside, if you even took a second glance around the room, you’d notice Enid is not here, but in a Lupen cage in form.” She spoke in hushed whispers, and you shut up immediately, shrinking under her gaze. You were better than her, yes, but that didn’t mean you didn’t get scared of her from time to time.

“Take off your jacket.” She said simply, still prepping rounds of wipes with anti-septic liquids on them for your bloodied wound, as the wipes you used earlier did not have much of an effect considering the size of them. Wearily, you zipped down your jacket, peeling it off of you with a grunt or two before throwing it away at the base of the bathtub. You laid yourself back, eyes burning into the side of Wednesday’s face, anticipating her moves.

After she had finished prepping the wipes, she grabbed a sewing kit from under the counter, and you gulped at the largely-sized needles that she pulled out along with them. “All I really needed was for you to clean it, Addams. I’m a vampire; I can self-heal.”

“This is merely a precautionary measure to not leave putrid-looking scars.” She placed the items needed beside you, removing her own jacket, and you noticed how she was still in what she considered “casualwear”, seemingly not changing out of her clothes before drifting off to sleep. “Odd coming from the person who has left me with multiple scars, and why didn’t you change?”

“What?”

Wednesday turned, giving you a full visual of her in a button-up shirt and vest, black slacks tucked in and still belted; sleeping couldn’t have been comfortable for her with a belt digging into her hip. “You’re still in your clothes.” You pointed it out, and she looked down at her choice of fashion before letting out a small huff and advancing toward you, taking up position to the right of you.

“I awaited your presence. I told you before that I wanted to get a start on the project so I would not have to do much with class dealing with you and your miserable antics of getting items confused. Not only do you show up empty-handed in the dead of night, but you are also scarred through your inability to defend yourself.”

She badmouthed you, all the while untangling her sewing needles with harsh movements, but you only focused on one aspect of her words. “You fell asleep waiting for me?”

At once, Wednesday halted her movements, giving you a dead look before turning around and grabbing the large anti-septic wipes, swiftly pushing them into your wounded stomach. You let out a long, loud gasp, groaning at the pain and taking hold of Wednesday’s wrist, trying to push her arm back but to no avail. “Don’t get cocky.”

Your head flew back in agony, your hand still clasped around her wrist with a bruising grip. “I wasn’t! I was asking!”

Wednesday glided the wipes along your scars, to your dismay, until there were little to no signs of blood yet, all the while mindlessly running her eyes over the scars on your body that she created.

It was the only way she could get her mind off your exposed torso and how your muscles gallantly flexed from the pain, unwillingly showing themselves off to her.

Your eyes were squinting, still a bit sore from the antiseptics, but when you noticed that Wednesday had not made any other moves, you let them go from your iron grip. Your gaze landed on her stance, lost in thought. “What?”

"I'm in the process of comprehending an attempt to stitch you together while you remain seated, while I, on the other hand, am standing." Her eyes glanced all around the bathroom, sighing contently as she tried to determine a possible way to play surgeon in a comfortable manner.

“Well, I’m not lying on the floor. Your bed?” You inquired, and Wednesday shook her head, her mind discarded by that thought. “I would like to go to sleep tonight in a bloodless bed.”

“Um,” you gulped. The first real situation droning through your head was one anybody wouldn’t dare share with Wednesday. It's a good thing you weren’t like anybody else. “Sit on me.”

Her head snapped to meet your eyes, yours innocently boring into hers, and she squinted. “What?”

“Sit on my lap. When I lean back, you’ll be able to stitch me up or... whatever it is that you plan on doing without breaking your spine.”

You could see the conflict in her eyes, and she took it into consideration, to your surprise. With a pinch to the bridge of her nose and a long, elated sigh, as a means of balance, she placed her hands on each of your shoulders before swinging her left leg over your body and sitting down on your firmly closed legs. 

“Tell nobody about this, or more of these scars,” she said, pinching down on a drawn out scar that sat just right under your bra, “will litter your skin.” You gave her a hasty nod, eager to put your mind elsewhere while your sworn enemy found a seat on your lap.

Without a word of warning, she dug the needle into your skin, causing you to let out an embarrassingly loud yelp of pain. Your hands flew to her shoulders as a matter of instinct, and you half-expected her to shrug them off, but she prioritized her sewing techniques instead.

The further she got into sewing the deep claw marks, the tighter your hands gripped her shoulders. You’d be surprised if Wednesday woke up bruise-free, as you could almost feel your knuckles turning white.

Wednesday found... amusement? The way your eyes closed at her stinging touch, the way your hands buried themselves into her shoulders, and how your thigh muscles tightened under her ass with every swift movement. She loved seeing you defenseless and submissive to her more than anything, finding profit in the means of mocking you later on if you tried to boast about your betterness.

When she had finally finished her stitching, she found herself still lingering on your lap, her movements awfully slow, even for her, to grab a couple large medical bandages and place them over her work. 

“Stay here.” Her voice was low while she slid off your lap, turning to leave the bathroom before returning a minute later with a baggy jacket in her hands. Your eyebrows furrowed as she laid the fabric on your lap, turning to wash her hands of any remaining blood.

You had a little trouble donning the jacket, which was made of Wednesday's fashion choice's baggy material but looked a little more fitted on you because of your lean frame. Your wounds, formerly the only thing clouding your mind, were long gone. You focused on the seriousness of your enemy’s actions, and the oddly warm jacket filled with her natural scent that was now clinging to your body.

“Why?”

“What?”

“When I came here, I fully expected you to push me away.” You leaned your body up on the toilet, hands running through your disheveled hair, and Wednesday directed her attention toward you. “But you didn’t, for some odd reason, and actually helped me—hell, you even sat on me—when you’ve been nothing but the cause of my terror ever since I’ve arrived at this academy.”

It was all nothing but the truth. Two years have passed since you made your flaunting arrival at Nevermore, head held high with nothing else on your mind other than the determination to be the best student the academy had ever seen, and so you accomplished it. Two years had passed since you crossed paths with the deadly Wednesday Addams, her mind still fresh from her praiseful battle with the former overtaker of Jericho.

Two years passed since you beat Wednesday’s boat in the Poe Cup; the Black Cats determined to win their second trophy in a row, and she swore you as her enemy that day when her eyes laid upon your smirking frame with the golden cup in your hand, sending her a wink of confidence that she mentally fumed at.

Two years had passed since Wednesday Addams made the dreadful discovery that, after all, her black, unbeating heart could feel love but that her taste was awful if she found herself attracted to her enemy. Now she found herself in the middle of her last year at Nevermore, freshly 19, and still rummaging in a cat-dog chase game with you.

Two years had passed since she found herself focused on nothing but her enemy, who was in front of her now, sitting on the toilet seat in her bathroom, all patched up, and looking at her with curiosity. “Are you going to continue to stare at me or answer my question?”

“I’m not required to reply to any of your inquiries.” Swiftly, she made her exit out of the bathroom, leaving you to stumble up on your feet and follow behind her like a lost pup. Your body felt awfully tired, though your mind was wide awake and racing with multiple thoughts at once, overloading and ready to explode any second.

“Add-”

“I’ve patched you up,” She moved to close the door to her closet, and in a rut of refusal to make eye contact with you, solemnly afraid that she’d instantly jump your bones- what? “So you may leave now.”

“I’m not leaving until you’ll answer my ‘inquiry’ on why you were nice, at least in my books, to me. You’re avoiding the question.”

You could see the clench in Wednesday’s jaw as she made her way over to her desk, tidying up the workplace in an attempt to distract herself from the conversation that lingered. “I’m unsure as to what you’re saying.”

“Addams-”

“Leave before I do something I’ll regret, (Y/L/N).” She snapped, finally meeting your gaze with wide eyes, and you furrowed your eyebrows. “Since when have you ever regretted something that included me? Did you not tie me to a tree on a full moon and bait me to the werewolves last year?”

Her eyes closed in annoyance. “That’s not what I mean.” And as she rubbed her face, you could almost feel the mixture of stress and uncertainty in her stance, almost as if she were holding back from something.

“Then what do you mean? I’ve known you for two years, and you’ve never failed to reply to me with a full sentence, whether it’s answering my question or barking out a snarky remark. Tell me what’s changed in tha-”

Your eyes were opening and closing rapidly in stress, causing you to not register Wednesday’s frame hurriedly marking toward you until you felt a body collapse into you and a smooth substance on your lips.

Huh?!

Your eyes shot open and wide. To confirm your suspicions, Wednesday’s arms were thrown over your shoulder while her body leaned into yours, and her lips smashed against yours almost desperately.

That’s what she presumed to regret. 

But it was something you longed for, unbeknownst to her, and you made it known when your hands found their way to her cheeks, pulling her in deeper. You could feel her lips tremble slightly in shock, unprepared for you to be pulling her closer instead of pushing her away.

Wednesday’s legs grew a mind of their own, taking steps forward and causing you to step back until the backs of your knees met her bed, and she tore her lips away from you for a breather. You took the separation as an opportunity to sit yourself down on her bed, all while your eyes never left hers in the process, and the smaller girl hurriedly found her former position on your lap.

“The moon is fading. Enid could come back any minute now.” You spoke between kisses, shivering at Wednesday’s cold touch on your warm skin, her hands slithering underneath the jacket you wore to rub up and down your back. “Then she’ll leave again, because she’s not going to enjoy what she’ll see.”

Your body visibly shivered at her words, or maybe it was just her fingers dancing along your spine, but either way, you found yourself completely engulfed in her and just her. The claw marks, the time, the physical confession—all of it was gone from your mind as Wednesday mindlessly pushed herself even farther into you.

She took a push too close, her body pressing up against your wound, causing you to groan and bite down on her bottom lip, fangs bared from the pain. Your lips never separated, instead pushing farther into them at the feeling and taste of Wednesday’s blood filling your mouths from her punctures, only spurring the two of you further.

“Lay down.” You obeyed immediately, finding nothing more hot in the moment than the husk in the smaller girl's voice, and manuevered from under her plushy thighs on top of you to lay comfortably on her bed. You were engulfed in her natural scent once more—the same scent you had grown accustomed to for over two years now, the scent that followed you everywhere you went.

You adored it, just as you adored her behind your hardening gaze most days.

Her eyes were narrowed, and you would have thought she was tired any other day, but you knew her look was one of need and want. Lust, to put it short, and you wanted nothing more than to fulfill her need, even if it meant submitting yourself to her in a situation you'd never thought you’d willingly put yourself in.

Just as she had earlier, she slid off your lap with a lingering touch on your hips. “Stay here.” 

And as quickly as she left, she returned, though this time with an item in her hand, and you knew exactly what it was. Your eyes widened, and your mouth drew open. Already?

“Yes, already.” Did you say that out loud? “You’d find me pathetic if you knew how long I have deferred using this. To use it on you.” Her eyes were filled with a dark, unmanageable lust that swam through her veins, and you could only imagine the scenarios that swarmed through your head. This wasn’t the Wednesday you knew, but it was one you anticipated figuring out.

“But I can’t just use this on you immediately, no.” A smug grin came across her lips—a sight that you, or really anybody else, rarely ever saw, and it was one you wanted to see more of. “No, I have to prep you, don’t I?”

“Prep me?” You asked, genuine curiosity lacing your voice, and her grin grew wider. “I’ll show you.”

Wednesday positioned herself back on your lap, putting the erotic object on her nightstand, within reach for later use, before pulling you into another kiss. It was bruising, and the kiss was ten times more harsh than before, but you would never complain about her being pressed up against you.

While you found yourself entrapped in her lips, her hands slithered down your body and toward your pants, grabbing the buckle of your belt and undoing it at a steady pace. That’s when it dawned on you—she was going to prep you for an object that withheld some... girth.

Your muscles tensed at the thought, and more so at the feeling of Wednesday pulling down your black jeans with ease, discarding your shoes in the process of leaving your bottom half in just your underwear. “Wednesday…”

She was simple. “Relax.” 

On the down low, she knew that this was your first time engaging with somebody sexually, never failing to notice your soft rejections of the girls and guys that tried to woo you on and failed miserably. It was an aspect she enjoyed even more now, and she wanted nothing more than to rub in the faces of all you rejected that they couldn’t get you to agree to a date, but yet she had you writhing underneath her, moaning her name.

Your breathing grew heavier as the seconds went by, hitching when Wednesday moved your underwear to the side with a slow itch of her hands, and you wanted nothing more than to grab her by the head and bury her in your heat. The lack of restraint you were feeling was lethal and ultimately surprising for a girl who rarely ever even masturbated.

“Such a possessing view.” She murmured in a low tone, her eyes dancing all around your core, and your cheeks flushed at her staring. Her eyes locked with yours, her mind racing at the sight of your eyes narrowed and staring down at her with silent pleads, and those pleads she fulfilled when her tongue darted out to take a swipe at your folds.

You whimpered in a tone around an octave higher than your usual voice, and your eyes widened at the sound that unwillingly left your mouth. It seemed to spur Wednesday on, allowing her to dart her tongue out once more and flick it over your clit, the nub that she wanted nothing more than to swell up with her mouth.

You let out another whimper—louder and needier this time around. “And sensitive. I can put that to use.” She dove her head farther into your heat, her lips wrapping around your clit and taking a harsh suck at the nub. Your thighs shut around her head, eyes never leaving one another, while she feverishly sucked your clit, needing to hear more of the high-pitched whines that left your mouth.

She pulled away soon after, to your dismay that you showed through your pleading whines, to allow a bead of spit to drip out of her mouth and onto your entrance, before taking her finger and rubbing her spit around the area. Your hips instinctively bucked up at the sensation, feeling yourself clench around nothing, and it made Wednesday want to elicit a laugh.

“The way I’m touching you now is a major privilege alone.” Her finger sank into your entrance, and she bit down lightly at the plushness of your thighs when she felt your velvety walls tighten around her. “I adore watching you like this underneath me; you make me want to fuck you braindead.”

She sank her finger into you until her knuckle bared against your heat, curling the bony stature inside of you and eliciting a light moan out of you. You already found yourself on edge from her husky words alone, and the curl of her finger inside of you didn’t help you from almost cumming embarrassingly fast.

“Already close? What a shame; I wanted to have fun toying with you.” Her mouth against her core made you moan from the vibrations, hands flying to grip her head menacingly and push her farther into you, almost crying out for the whole hall to hear when she slipped a second finger into you.

Her fingers picked up pace, thrusting in and out of you with force while the squelching sounds of your slick covering your walls made Wednesday feel a pit of need start to boil in her stomach, one that she desired to fulfill.

The two-on-two action on your core made you clench impossibly tight on Wednesday’s fingers, the ravenhead finding difficulty in her repeated movements. “Want to cum, yeah?”

You nodded profusely, your face growing red from your need for release and the way she released her lips from your clit with a pop. A small grin formed on her face when she pulled out of you, relishing in your whines of despair.

Eyes closed, heavy breathing—you were too blissed out, despite not achieving an orgasm from her underlying teasing, to notice Wednesday sliding off you, strapping the former item in her hand to her core. Her eyes never left your face as she strapped the item on, feeling more than fired up to make you scratch down her back with pitiful whines leaving your mouth.

And so, that’s what she achieved, eyes closing from the burning pains of your nails digging deep into her shoulders down to the middle of her back. Her own mind felt foggy watching the way her silicone became drenched in your arousal, the strap pumping in and out of you with ease, and the way you moaned straight into her ear—god, she regretted never taking your submissive state for profit more early.

Your thighs clenched around her hips when she bottomed into you, settled on her knees, and bent over slightly to curl the strap inside of you, hitting an unfamiliar spongy spot that had you sinfully whining with a hand clenched on Wednesday’s head. “If the entirety of humanity could merely glimpse you in your current state, they would swiftly recognize your rare moment of submissiveness,” her lips dove down, meeting your ear, “all submissive just for me.”

Her movements grew hard, her hands gripping your skin with a bruising force while her hips drove into you with no relent, finding a need for her own release. The so-called “devil” found herself groaning heavy breaths into your ear, all the while slipping a soft moan or two in that she couldn’t hold. The feeling of you finally beneath her, pleading and scratching at her for release, felt ethereal; all of her senses were on cloud nine, and it ignited a burrowed-down spark.

One of Wednesday’s hands removed from your skin, leaving behind darkened marks that would worsen with time to connect with your cheek, the slap making you roll your eyes back at how dirty it felt. “No connected nerves, and I can still feel you pulsating on me; you’re driving me crazy with it.” 

Your moans were muffled at the feeling of the ravenhead’s fingers shoving deep into your mouth, bypassing your uvula, causing a gag to ensue. Your lips wrapped around the digits, absentmindedly biting on them when the pit in your stomach started to burn like wildfire, making you tighten around the raven’s strap and force her to slow her movements, though still managing a speedy pace. 

“Don’t cum.”

The words you wished never left her mouth made you whine around her fingers; your body was too sensitive from your lack of sexual activity and masturbation over the years, making it almost impossible to fight your orgasm off. Her fingers briefly exited your mouth, only to slap your cheek once more before returning to their original location. “Just for a bit.”

The hold-off was tortuous; the muscles in your body tightened incredulously while your mouth pathetically sucked on Wednesday’s fingers in a pathetic attempt to tear your mind away from your orgasm. It didn’t work. 

The overloading, burning sensation in your stomach was almost uncomfortable; the fire burned longer than it intended to while you made putrid eye contact with the roof, Wednesday’s head snug to the side of yours while she drew herself closer to her own orgasm. The words that made  you sigh in relief, your body shaking after seconds of torture, finally came past the girl’s lips, and you adored them.

“Cum for me, la mia dolce metà.”

You obeyed immediately, allowing your muscles to untighten, and Wednesday’s fingers left your mouth, allowing you to spew out a large moan that, without a doubt, woke the entire hall up. Your hands dug into her shoulders, feeling her shudder over you from her own orgasm, though the only thing that left her mouth was heavy pants.

Alas, she pulled out of you after seconds of relishing in one another’s embrace, making you feel empty compared to just minutes ago. The tip of Wednesday’s cock directed to your swollen clit from her previous oral actions, pushing down with enough pressure to make your toes curl and a breathy sigh leave your mouth.

Wednesday had pulled herself up by now, and it was only then that you noticed the girl taking a mental screenshot of your body, more specifically your core and the way your cum leaked out of you at a snail's pace. She licked her lips at the sight, her eyes flickering up to meet yours, and you gulped.

“La mia dolce metà,” she whispered, hands running down your body and to your hips, “I’m not done with you just yet.” The edges of her lips tugged ever so slightly when she dipped her head down to meet your core, leaving you to moan with delight as your hand found it’s way back to her hair.

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the aftermath

summary | as the poe cup has come around, xavier finally finds the chance to tell you your feelings, but he expressed them at the wrong time

pairing | xavier thorpe x fem!reader

warning | fluff, angst, xavier is hopelessly in love and an idiot, miscommunications, yoko being the bestest friend, it's mentioned reader is a vampire

word count | 1.6k

You couldn’t feel like celebrating, the team gathered in yours and Yoko’s room, well except for Wednesday. 

Numbly sitting on your bed, you watched as Enid, Yoko and a few other girls from Ophelia came to celebrate, dancing around with the cup. 

“Aren’t you happy Y/n?” Enid turned to you. You finally came out of your head looking up at her. “You okay, you don’t look so good.”

Looking up at them, you sighed, “Xavier kissed me today.”

There was a moment of silence before all the girls cheered around, squealing. Yoko pulled you from the bed, hugging you tightly.

“See, I told you it was bound to happen.” They smiled, “He likes you back.”

“See, I told you it was bound to happen.” They smiled, “He likes you back.”

“Wait,” Divina interrupted, though not around the winning team, she came in support for Yoko, “when did it happen? You never went away from the group.”

“During the Poe Cup.”

“You all stay here, and watch over the boat!” You yelled to Yoko, Enid and Wednesday before running off into the forest. 

Ajax and Xavier had a head start of you but you were determined to make it ahead and finally win the cup this year. 

Looking back, you saw Bianca slowly coming in the background, whipping your head back around, bumping into someone.

“Woah watch where you’re going.” You felt them wrap their hands around your bicep to stabilize you before helping you stand up straight. 

“Xavier.” You sighed. As much as you wished for something to happen, you couldn’t let anything get in your way of getting that flag. 

“In such a rush?” There was a playful glimmer in his eyes, “I think we have it this year.”

“In your dreams.” You clipped back. 

“Oh, I do dream of you.” Your eyes soften slightly at the statement, before you remember where you are.

“Let me go!” You tried to wrestle out of his grip. Xavier was adamant of having you in his arms, and didn’t seem like he wasn’t going to let go anytime soon. 

“Leaving me so soon.” He smirked, “One more thing.”

You couldn’t even think after what happened. One second you could see the flag in your field of vision and the next, you felt being pushed against a tree, with Xavier’s lips on yours. 

His hands slowly trailed down your arms, wrapping them around your waist, your hands subconsciously placed on his chest. You couldn’t even register what was happening, dreaming of this moment. 

Kissing him back, your hands were wrapped around his neck, pulling him down closer to you. 

Feelings his hands dance around your torso, you heard the sound of footsteps coming closer and closer. 

“I got it!” Your eyes widened at the sound of Ajax’s voice, pulling away from Xavier, seeing Ajax behind him with the flag in his hand. 

Putting two and two together, you looked at Ajax then looking back at Xavier who had that cocky smirk on his face. 

“Good luck.” He whispered in your ear before running off. 

You felt embarrassed, angry, all whirlwinds of emotions. Swallowing it down, you ran to grab the flag before sprinting back to the boat. 

“What took you so long!” Enid practically screamed, pulling you back into your spot. Having the clear vision of you guys holding the Poe Cup, you couldn’t think of what had just happened, rowing even faster. 

The four of you started to row back, passing the AmontiLlado boat, seeing them starting to sink. You felt proud at the moment seeing Xavier’s face of defeat but turning back. 

You ran behind Enid and Wednesday ran towards the finish, you all cheering for your victory. 

“He kissed while I went to get the flag, and he-uh kissed me to distract me while Ajax was able to get their flag.” You confessed. 

“Oh honey.” Yoko cooed, wrapping their arms around you, leaning your head onto their shoulder. 

You didn’t want to cry, it was supposed to be a happy moment but nonetheless, you felt your eyes starting to water. Letting the tears cascade, you sobbed out loud. 

“I really liked him.” You cried, the rest of the girls all sat around you, consoling you. “And he used me!”

“He’s not worth it.” Enid said softly. 

On the other side of campus, Ajax sat at the edge of Xavier’s bed, watching him pace back and forth in his room. 

“Dude, you're giving me a headache.” Ajax said, “Can you say something.”

“God, I’m so stupid.” Xavier muttered for the hundredth time at night, pulling at the roots of his hair. 

“Anything but that.” Ajax sighed, he didn’t know how long he heard him muttering under his breath, “Just talk to her.”

“I can’t.” Xavier looked up at his friend, “You didn’t see her face, she looked heartbroken, it was like I betrayed her.” It wasn’t one of his best moments, but Xavier couldn’t hold it in anymore and kissing you while grabbing the flag wasn’t the time. 

He planned it all, after you or him won, he wanted to tell you how he felt, kiss you then. 

“Explain to her then.” Ajax offered, “You can’t avoid her forever.”

But you did. 

The following Monday, you walked through Nevermore with Yoko, ignoring Xavier like the plague, which was a pain because of the numerous classes you had with him. 

Walking into Mrs. Thornhill’s class, you started to make your way towards the back to sit with Yoko, but frowning when you saw Enid there. She sent you a sheepish smile before looking over your shoulder. Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked over your shoulder to see the station where Xavier was sitting, with an empty seat next to him. 

Turning around you looked back at Enid and Yoko, sighing and rolling your eyes behind your sunglasses. 

Setting your stuff down the table, you took the seat next to him. 

“Hey.” He whispered, turning towards you, “You’re wearing your sunglasses, you never do.”

It made you feel a little happy that he noticed things about you, but shaking it off. 

The sun never bothered your eyes that much, never really needing to wear sunglasses, but after spending most of the weekend crying, your eyes were red and puffy. 

“Alright class.” Mrs. Thornhill called, you thanked whoever saved you at that moment. 

Xavier was dying to talk to you, get your attention, anything. Looking out of the corner of your eye, you saw him scribbling on the back side of his paper, his eyebrows furrowed. 

Looking up at Thornhill, you saw something being slid by your books, you looked down, seeing the self portrait of yourself. It was from the Poe cup, the cat makeup on your face, and the ears that Enid made you wear. 

Your eyes soften slightly, seeing how beautiful the picture was. Collecting yourself, you pushed it back to Xavier, gathering your stuff before walking out of class. 

“Y/n, wait up!” Xavier called for you in the crowded hallway. You turned back, seeing how everyone had been looking at the two of you. You wanted to talk, but you didn’t need half the population of Nevermore listening in. 

“C’mon.” It was the first thing you had said to him in three days. Walking ahead of him, Xavier was on your heels, letting you take him anywhere. Arriving in front of the Poe statue, you look around the corridor before snapping twice. 

As the statue started to move back, you both walked down the stairs in the Nightshades library. 

Both of you stood in the middle of the room, both of you waiting for the other to talk. 

“I just want-” Xavier started. 

“Did you mean it?” You interrupted him. Your voice held no emotion, your body was stiff waiting for his answer. 

“What?” He asked. 

“Did you actually want to kiss me or was it to distract me?” You explained further. 

“No, of course not.” Xavier shook your head. 

You couldn’t help but start to ramble, “Because if it was, that was truly cruel, everyone knows how I feel about you and if you used my feelings to try to win, I don’t think I can be around you anymore and-”

Before you could finish, Xavier grabbed the side of your face, his hands on your cheek while his thumbs cradled your jaw, kissing you. You breath sucked in, your eyes wide, not even registering what was happening.

Your hands pushed against his chest, pulling him away from you. 

“You can’t do that.” Your voice faltered. “You can’t play with my feelings like that!”

Xavier’s hands were still on your face, moving away from your cheeks, pulling your sunglasses off your face. 

He saw the tears in your eyes, using the pad of his thumb, to wipe away the tears that started to cascade down your cheek. 

“I love you.” He said softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. “And I’m an idiot.”

“You are.” You laughed quietly. 

“Ajax told me I finally needed to tell you, and I had this whole plan, kissing you after the race, when we won.”

“When I win.” You corrected him. 

“Right.” He smiled, before continuing. “And what happened during the forest, I just couldn’t hold it in anymore, I was an idiot for leaving you like that, I should have explained myself afterwards.”

“You really love me.” Your hands were wrapped around his wrists.

“Of course I do.” He smiled. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life telling you.”

“Yoko’s gonna freak when I tell them.” You chuckled. 

“Really.” He started to smile, “I just told you I love you and all you’re thinking about is Yoko’s reaction.”

“Of course.” You smiled. “So are you gonna kiss me again?”

“For the rest of my life.”

fin.

[unforgettwble-sumii]

YOU'RE MINE, CARA MIA 🕸️📌

(Jealous!Wednesday x Fem!reader)

> You are her love, no one else makes her feel the way you do. You have made the young Addams fall hard for you.

🕸️ It seems like Xavier has been flirting with you, And you were maybe a little to oblivious to see it since Xavier has always been this nice to everyone, or at least that's what you think.

📍What Wednesday saw was red. Red. She did not like the way he interacted with you. It makes her wanna commit unspeakable offenses to him.

—–·—–·—–·—–·—–·—–·—–·—–·—–·—–·—–·—

You we're quietly reading a book [that Wednesday happened to gift you] while waiting for your love to arrive.

While you were reading you felt a presence behind you. As you were about to turn around to see who it was, they put an arm over your shoulder and leaned closer to you.

They did it so quick that you couldn't even register any of their actions. You would be lying if you said that the sudden action didn't startle you.

"Y/N, hey!" Oh, it was just Xavier. "Oh, hey. You startled me a little" you awkwardly laughed, closing the book you were reading.

"aw, shit sorry" Xavier gave you an apologetic smile. "Hey, it's fine. Don't sweat it" you laughed it off as to not make him feel too bad.

"So, whatcha doin' in here, all alone?" He asked sitting beside you. He was a little too close so you moved a little to the side to make some room, you didn't really like the fact that he was so close.

Oh boy was that a bad idea. You hadn't realized that you moved a little too much, causing you to slip. You were expecting a nasty crash but to your surprise, you didn't fall at all.

You opened your eyes to see Xavier holding your arm so you wouldn't fall. "Gotcha" Xavier said giving a playful wink and pulling you back up.

"Oh haha, thanks! You really saved me there." You say giving him a smile. "No problem" he says giving you somewhat of a flirtatious smile.

"Oh uhm back to your question, I'm actually waiting for Wednesday" You spoke. Xavier was too enticed by your soothing voice that it took him some time to register what you just said.

"Xavier? Hellooo, Xavier? You good?" You questioned him, waving a hand in front of his face.

Xavier soon broke out of his trance. "Oh- uh, really?" He stuttered out. His face as red as a red spider Lily.

"You seem tense, you okay?" You asked genuinely concerned. Xavier has been suspected to be the Hyde even with no evidence, you thought that maybe he's been getting distracted because of all the allegations.

"Yes- no- uh, I'm not feeling too well-..." He replied, scratching the back of his neck. He stayed quiet for a bit as he was thinking of what to say next.

"Do you want to...I don't know uhm, come with me to the nurses office? I wanna make sure I don't have the flu or something" he chuckled, he was very much hoping for you to say yes.

"Oh! Well-" just before you could finish your sentence, Somebody cut you off. "No. She will not accompany you. You're old enough to go by yourself, Xavier."

Wednesday. Wednesday was the one who cut you off. You were glad that she finally arrived – and for saving you so that you wouldn't have to come with Xavier.

To be completely honest, you didn't want to come with him. It's not that you hate him, no. You just felt like something was gonna happen if you did happen to come with him.

"Wednesday?" "Xavier." The burning fire in Wednesdays eyes. She looked like a venomous snake about to attack it's enemy. They both looked at each other with such intense gazes that you felt the need to stop them before things get...dirty.

"Hello Wen!" You say with a closed eye smile in attempt to subside the tension. "Hello, N/N." She moved her gaze from Xavier and back to you. Her Intense gaze softened, your plan worked.

"Is this idiot bothering you? - yes? Well, don't worry, he won't be around to bother you any longer." She says, she looked like she was planning something.

Knowing Wednesday, she was probably thinking of a plan to somehow harm Xavier. "No! no! Uhm we were just talking, that's all!" You smiled, trying to convince her that he didn't bother you. Otherwise, It would be bye bye Xavier.

"Yeah! and I was just trying to-" Wednesday, once again cut him off. "Shut your mouth. I didn't ask you." She says glaring at him "Plus, I see the way you look at sweet N/N."

'Sweet?' wow, a lot of things were going on in your head. Did she really just call you sweet? It was such a surprise, considering the fact that she doesn't even like calling you lovey dovey names, she usually calls you by your name or by your Nickname.

"I saw everything. From when you startled her to when you asked her to accompany you to the clinic. I know your intensions, Xavier."

Wednesdays already cold gaze became even colder as she stared at him. Xavier felt a shiver run down his spine. "You wanted to confess to her, didn't you?" She says folding her arms in front of her chest.

"well- uh- fuck! Forget it! You ruined my plans!" Xavier says stomping off angrily. Wednesday soon glanced at you, oh shit. This is the day I die. You thought.

You started to pray Inside your head. "Calm down. I'm not gonna kill you, let alone hurt you." She says letting her arms fall to her side.

"thanks? By the way, me and Xavie-" Wednesday shushed you and told you that she saw everything. Oh, and to not say that idiots name.

Wednesday tugged- no, pulled you closer to her. You've never been so close to her before. You enclosed the remaining gap by pulling her in for a hug. It was quite tense at first but, both of you melted into it quickly.

Just as both of you were enjoying the silence, she whispered something in your ear that made your face burn up in heat.

"You're mine, cara mia."

a/n:

Okay, everything was so tense but I somehow managed to push through (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

I wrote this at like 12 a.m so my grammar is just kinda everywhere. Like I don't even know what I'm saying (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

Again, I didn't proofread it so I apologize for any mistakes and such

As always, Thankyou for reading, I luv u all!!! xoxo 🎀 - unforgettwble-sumii

©unforgettwble-sumii's work. Pls do not repost, steal modify, or translate.

[eufezco]

A TASTE OF YOU – Tyler Galpin x Vampire!reader

SUMMARY – You accidentally bite Tyler.

Wednesday ordered both of you to stay in your dorm until she and Enid were back, and you and Tyler were following her orders extremely well because none of you felt the need to be around anyone else or be in any other place when you were together.

The first time you met Tyler you would have sworn you had never seen anyone as beautiful as him. His caramel hair and his green eyes shone under the dim lights of the coffee shop where he worked, and when he saw you entering the shop along with Wednesday and Enid, with your red eyes shining so brightly and hypnotizing him, he would have sworn that you were an angel. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Tyler at first seemed like something you couldn't afford, you couldn't even be in the same room as him without all the muscles in your body tensing and that lump of fear of not being able to control yourself forming in your throat. Tyler smelled so good. You've never wanted anything more than a taste of Tyler. You wished you didn't think of him in that way, and you felt so bad at first for having those thoughts but it was your nature, you couldn't help it. His smell was so intense and strong to you that when he was around, you couldn't even perceive the smell of coffee nor the smell of the people in the cafeteria either, only his.

Then you started spending more time together and you got used to his intoxicating scent, to his long and tempting neck, to the thick veins running down his hands, and he got used to your cold skin every time he would put his on top of yours, to the way you liked your coffee, and to make sure that your favorite table was free every time you visited him, the farthest away from people and windows.

In an act of courage, you invited him to the dance. He looked amazing in his white suit and he couldn't stop complimenting you and how beautiful you looked in your white dress. His face was so close to yours while you danced that you could even feel your breaths mixing until the moment was ruined and you both ended up soaked in fake blood.

Enid and Wednesday kept their curious eyes on both of you all night, and you internally blamed both of them for being so gossipy about Tyler not kissing you that night, but you kept saying to them that everything was fine between you and him and that it wouldn't have happened anyways because you and he were just friends.

Now he was sitting on your bed, with his back against the wall and one of your scrapbooks on his legs, waiting for you to finish your essay while he checked all of your memories glued to a notebook. This moment brought so much peace to both of you and it made you feel good that you could be in the same room in silence and it didn't feel awkward at all, but you couldn't help but think about the way he was leaving his scent in your bedsheets. Not only there but all of your dorm smelled like him.

—And... I'm done —. You announced to him.

Tyler raised his eyes from your album to look at you while you closed your books and laptop. In fact, he had been looking at you for a really long time, but every time you turned around to see what he was doing or if he was bored, he acted as if he wasn't paying attention to you.

He watched you all the time, even when you thought he wasn't: the first time he saw you no one else seemed to exist in his eyes. He was looking at you through the store window in Jericho looking for the perfect dress with Enid. Then Wednesday appeared by his side all of sudden, and she almost gave him a heart attack. She told him how creepy he was being by stalking you and not going inside and talk you. He was looking at you dancing with your friends and having fun at the dance while he went to refill his cup, and he was looking at you at that time as well, focusing on your homework and biting your lower lip.

You sat in front of Tyler to see what part of your scrapbook he was looking at. —Oh that's when me and my family travelled to Transylvania.

Tyler kept turning the pages and listening closely to everything that you told him about your travels, your family, your friends. He also asked you a lot of question only so you could keep talking. Until he got to the page where you glued a sugar sachet from the Weathervane cafe and a piece of a napkin with the name of the cafe. You wrote the date and a "T" in the corner of the page. The letter was small, barely visible, but Tyler was quick to notice and couldn't help but smile while looking at the page.

—It is from the first day I went to Jericho —. You tried to explain. It was obvious that he noticed that that page was his.

Tyler nodded. The smirk remained on his lips as you tried to justify yourself. —That's all that happened that day?

—That's all I remember —. You teased him.

—Oh, that's all you remember? —Tyler asked, closing your scrapbook while subtly leaning towards you. You nodded, swallowing nervously for having him so close.

Your breaths mixed, just like the day of the dance, but this time Tyler was not going to back off. Duringt those seconds of silence Tyler's eyes took their time to stare at your lips, and then his eyes tried to meet yours but your eyes were focused on his lips. So pink and cute. Tyler's scent took over your entire body, and that was the hardest exercise of self-control you had ever had to make. Your gums hurt from holding your fangs, you were trying so hard to not let them out and ruin the moment.

He called your name. You hummed, letting him know that he got your attention. —Can I kiss you?

You nodded to his question, closing your eyes, and inhaling Tyler's scent. He licked his lips before he leaned towards you and connected his lips with yours. He did it carefuly. Tyler's lips were soft and warm, and they moved smoothly with yours. You let out a sigh against his lips, and what you tried to prevent, inevitably happened. Your fangs came out when you were sucking on his lower lip and your sharp teeth sunk into his skin. Immediately after, he hissed and broke the kiss, bringing his fingers to his lip, and discovering the blood coming out of them.

—Tyler, I'm so sorry —. You were beyond embarrassed. Not only did you hurt him but now the smell of his blood was making your irises turn into an intense red. Your eyes were locked on the blood running down his fingertips, and the beautiful red color of it, feeling your fangs grow bigger and your throat go dry. You looked away as soon as you realized how creepy that was probably being. —I'll go and get you some paper.

—No. It's– It's okay. Look, I'm fine. Nothing happened —. He quickly licked the blood off his lips, not giving it much importance so you wouldn't give it either and as if he had not realized the reaction that what just happened had had on you, he kissed you again.

Your eyes opened wide while Tyler kissed you. His mouth tasted like blood. But not any blood. His blood. And it was as sweet as you imagined it to be. The little wounds on his lower lip were still bleeding a little bit, the blood coming out of them going directly into your mouth and making you tense your back. Tyler thought that you were just nervous so he moved one of his hands to cup one of your cheeks in an attempt to reassure you. You shouldn't be enjoying this, but you would be lying if you said you had never imagined what this moment would feel like. The warmth of his touch made you come back to reality and realize that you weren't kissing him back. You closed your eyes and your hand went to the back of his head to deepen the kiss.

Your lips focused on his lower one which Tyler appeared to enjoy because of the way, he hummed in your mouth. Your hand was deep inside the curls at the back of his head, pulling him closer if possible, and both of his hands were on your cheeks.

—Ew —. Wednesday said. —I'd rather have needles under my fingernails for the rest of my painful existence than have to watch this again.

—Oh, come on... —Enid nudged Wednesday. —You guys are so cute!

By the time your friends interrupted you two, you made sure that no sign of blood was left on his lips or yours. Your two friends entered your shared dorm and approached you and Tyler to explain what they had found out. You got up from your bed and let them know that you needed to use the bathroom.

Even though your cheeks were cold, you had that human sensation of them burning after your kiss with Tyler. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you noticed the bloodstain on your cheek. When Tyler cupped your cheeks, he still had blood on his fingers after wiping it from his lips and now it was all over your cheek. You knew it was bad, you knew that you shouldn't do it, but you couldn't waste such a delicacy. You licked the tip of your thumb and ran it over your cheek, collecting his blood and then you sucked on your finger.

You loved everything about Tyler.

[doboosh]

hey im back again 🥹 Can i request somethinggg . I just saw this gif and I imagined Rich GF! Reader picking Wednesday after she did something stupid and dangerous again . Oh btw Reader is not from nevermore . Reader was like - "Hello my little Nightmare, Miss me?" 😭🔥 .

“Spoiled little devil”

Wednesday Addams x richgf!fem!reader

You’ve learned that your girlfriend has caused a bit of trouble at Nevermore, what’s better than to bail her out of that dreaded school and speak to her yourself

Warning(s); none, maybe a bit of cussing, teasing? If that’s even a warning

-

Yeah, you knew this would happen. With how much trouble Wednesday got into from her past schools, you had no doubt that she would cause the same amount of mischief at this one.

You sigh as you turn up the radio in your brand new car, your dad had gotten it for you for no reason. Not saying that you weren’t grateful.

You were so thankful for everything your family has provided for you.

You look over to the GPS as you drum your fingers onto you steering wheel to the beat of the song playing loudly in your ears. Only 15 minutes away, not if you speed a little. More than a little. A lot.

Oh god how you’re looking forward to seeing the look on your girlfriends gorgeous face.

This is going to be amazing.

Especially when you had called the headmistress before to ask permission to take Wednesday out of school, reluctantly she agreed, so now you have the whole day to spend much needed time with your little murderous tornado.

-

You pulled into the school, pulling down your expensive glasses as you got out of your car.

It was a tad bit chilly today

You grabbed a black present bag as you moved away from your car.

You smiled a bit as you made your way into the school, right before your opened the doors, Wednesday came barging out.

“Hello my little nightmare, miss me?” You giggled, opening your arms wide open for a hug.

Wednesday looked a little starstruck as she looked at you, but recovered enough to dive into your arms.

You kissed her head and laughed and she rocked you back and forth. “I got you a present, my love” you said as you caught your breath.

You grabbed said gift and handed it to her.

You could see her eyes shimmer just a tad when she got it into her hands.

She unwrapped it quickly and saw an expensive black sweater, you had got it custom made for her. Warm enough where she could stay bundled in her little mischievous expeditions, and cute enough where she could wear it out.

“Thank you cara mia” she whispered as she grasped the material in her hands.

“Anything for you my sweets”

“I want to show you my dorm, don’t mind the colors on the other side of the room” she said as she grasped your hand.

You giggled a bit as she tugged you along, “aren’t you allergic to color?” You teased, she looked back at you and shot you a teasing glare.

As you both made your way through the school, people stopped to watch the closeness of you two.

Your linked fingers somehow a jaw dropper to most.

-

“Oh how lovely, I love the room” you said as you entered the dorm.

You spotted a blonde haired girl who jumped at the sound of your voice.

“Wednesday? Who is this?” She asked, a smile slowly coming to her face.

“My girlfriend” she responded monotonously.

“Hi! Y/n L/n, nice to meet you..?”

“Enid! Enid Sinclair!” She said quickly, reaching her hand out to shake yours

“It’s nice to meet-“

“Okay, enough” Wednesday snapped, “let’s go out into town, I want to show you around the area”

“Alright my love” you said, rubbing her knuckles with your thumb.

-

Driving to town you had decided to ask her about what she’s been doing

“So why have you been getting in trouble my love?” You has asked curiously

“Solving murders”

“Wait what, murders? There was murders?”

“There still are.”

“Wednesday what!”

-

Just a little drabble!! Love y’all!

Bell 🤍

[mollysolo]

hi hi hi! xavier thorpe with prompts #1, #9, #80 please~

tysmmm!!!

It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe X fem!Reader

Summary: You visit Xavier in his art studio one evening.

Warnings: Mentions of Xavier’s nightmares, reader is a little clingy, reader accidentally startles Xavier, crying

Prompts Used: “Whenever I look into your eyes I feel as if you are putting me back together again. Piece by piece.” “You’re mine, all mine.” “You could take away all of my senses and I’d still find you.”

Word Count: 1.1k

a/n: i hope you like this! also for a bit of context, one of my headcanons for xavier is that he’d be a fan of the 1975.

Earlier in the evening you had received a text from Xavier that simply read: I’m in my studio if you need me. And you had started to miss him a bit even though you had just seen him a few hours ago.

So here you were, standing alone outside of his art studio at nearly 6pm. You smiled to yourself then walked in, the reminder of how Xavier had told you that you didn’t need to knock when you came here going through your mind.

You walked in to see him incredibly focused on another painting of the monster he had been seeing quite often in his nightmares, music by The 1975 quietly playing on his phone. In fact, he was so focused to the point where he hadn’t even noticed that you were now standing in his studio.

You wanted to help him destress a little bit, so you thought you’d get him to take a break from his art by comforting him and getting his mind off of that monster.

You slowly walked up behind him and placed one of your hands on his right shoulder, causing him to jump in his seat and set down the paintbrush that had been in his hand.

“It’s just me.” you told him while you placed your other hand on his other shoulder, assuring him that you were not the monster that had been clouding his mind.

He let out a relieved sigh at the sound of your voice then leaned over a little to pause the music he had been playing. He then turned around on his stool to face you, his eyes still a bit wide.

But that shocked look quickly went away once he tipped his head up and let his eyes meet yours, instantly feeling a sense of comfort. You always made him feel safe and he was more than happy to have you here, not wanting to deal with the feelings these nightmares caused on his own.

Not wanting to say anything to you quite yet, he then wrapped his long arms around your waist and started to bury his face in your sternum. He felt truly at peace as you wrapped your own arms around him and held him close to your body.

And just a few minutes later when he was ready to speak, he tipped his head up again and began to softly press his chin into your stomach while he looked up at you.

“Whenever I look into your eyes I feel as if you are putting me back together again. Piece by piece.” he admitted while he began to hold you as tightly as he possibly could in this position.

The sound of those sweet words falling from his lips causing a soft smile to appear on your face. It made you happy to know that you are actually able to make him feel okay again whenever he’s feeling horrible.

You then leaned down and pressed a light kiss to his lips, prompting Xavier to join you on his feet and kiss you back so that you wouldn’t have to lean down to reach him. His hands were now holding your face and your face was tipped up towards his.

And after a few more kisses, Xavier mentally decided that he had a few more things he wanted to say to you, “I love you more than you’ll ever know, pretty girl. You could take away all of my senses and I’d still find you. Truly.” he made known to you, his eyes never leaving your own, not even for a second.

This time, his words caused a sad smile to appear on your face. You knew you meant a lot to him, but you didn’t know that you meant that much. But you had to admit, it felt good to be loved in this way by him.

“I love you too.” you replied, desperately trying to hold your tears back but you gave up and let them flow just a few seconds later.

Xavier wiped your tears away almost immediately then bent down and hooked his large hands under your thighs so that he could pick you up. He wanted to hold you as close to his body as he could like you had been doing with him not too long ago.

You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around the back of his neck, silently enjoying the feeling of being so close to him as if your souls were intertwined.

His bent his head down a little once again to lean his head against your own, his soft lips resting against one of your temples.

He pressed a kiss there then spoke again, “You’re mine, all mine.” he murmured against your skin, now starting to slowly sway your bodies together as one.

You smiled the feeling of what he had just done and now felt the need to do some reminding of your own, “I’ll always be here for you, Xavier. No matter what happens, I’ll always be by your side.” you told him, feeling his hold on your thighs tighten a little bit.

You felt his tears start to slide down your cheek, signaling to you that you had accidentally made him cry by reminding him that you would always be there for him. You then tapped his back twice, your way of telling him that it was okay to wrap his arms around your ribs again.

And once his arms had shifted up to your ribs, you started to rub soothing circles into his back with all of your fingers on your dominant hand, “I got you, pretty boy.” you told him, pausing for a moment to press a kiss to his damp cheek, “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe, let your mind relax for a little while. Okay?” you said, earning a nod from him in response.

“Okay.” he mumbled as you then started to pull away from him a little.

You stared his face for a moment then started to press kisses all over his face, not caring if his tears got on your lips or not. You continued this for a few more moments and didn’t stop until you heard him laugh.

You then pulled away and looked at his face once more, happy to see a smile on his face, “There’s my pretty boy.” you said as another smile rolled out across your face, making Xavier blush.

Xavier stared at your face for a moment like you had done then pressed a bruising kiss to your lips, “I love you, so much.” he told you once his lips left yours, pure sincerity in his green eyes.

You tilted your head at him, the smile on your face now soft, “I love you more.” you replied.

“Not possible.” he said before he then lovingly rubbed his nose against your own, causing a fluttery feeling to appear in your stomach.

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hello, all right, could you make an imagine where xavier finds reader dancing to the sound of ""

Roslyn - Bon Iver'"

Lead (Xavier Thorpe x Fem reader)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x fem reader

Warnings: None. Just fluff. Shortish, because from my research, imagines are.

A/N: Feeling a little under the weather today, so decided I would tackle one SFW request. I love getting new music to listen to and this song was nice. Then I read the lyrics and started crying. I listened to this on a loop during writing the whole thing.

You spun gracefully, feet drawing figures eights on the grass. Being new to Nevermore, you spent a lot of time alone. Your roommate was kind, but not exactly what you would call a friend. Transferring on your last year hadn’t been a good option, every single friend group in the school was already formed. Your life hadn’t been very pleasant lately, either. All the moving around, all this changes, leaving your friends behind… One thing remained a constant, though. Dance. Dance, as always, remained your outlet.

Nevermore forced their students into extracurriculars, but they didn’t have anything dance related. It was weird, for such a big school, having this many dramatic extracurriculars like fencing and archery and not theater or dance. Maybe fencing and archery went better with the full gothic theme, but you weren’t interested. You had asked the principal if they could give you some space to practice, having noticed other artists in the school had it, like Wednesday Addams and her rooftop or Xavier Thorpe and his shed. Unfortunately for you, they had said there wasn’t a space for it, but allowed you to keep at it, founding your very own extracurricular.

So, you ended up practicing in the woods, near a path you had found, headphones in. There was something peaceful about dancing around where no one could see you, surrounded by nature. Besides, something about dancing in the woods called to your outcast nature, evoking druids of the past. You liked to close your eyes and pretend you were dancing in a white dress, like some old priestess from a long forgotten world. The feeling of the earth beneath you, the smells of grass, music thumping in your ears so hard it resonated through your whole body. It was magical. What could you say, you were a romantic.

Music blasting at full volume, eyes closed since you had been practicing for weeks on the same place, you gave a jolt when something grabbed your arms. You opened your eyes to find Xavier Thorpe staring down at you, hand wrapped around your bicep. His lips were moving, and he was gesturing animatedly at his ears. You took that as a sign to remove your headphones.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Xavier let go off your bicep. “I tried talking to you, but I think you had your music way too loud.”

“Yeah.” You answered, a little out of breath. You tried to fix your hair a little. Here was the most popular guy at school, talking to you, and you were dancing around with seemingly no music, all sweaty and in workout clothes.

“What were you listening to?” You gave him a look. Did he seriously interrupt you just for this? Your face must have been thunderous because he raised his hands in surrender. “Look, it is just that I see you here every day and I really wanted to talk to you…” His tone got lower and lower, eyes going to his shoes. It's kind of cute, this admission. Seeing you every day? That made the wheels on your brain turn. Now that you looked at him, he was covered head to toe with paint. You had found it odd, that there was a path around here, in a seemingly unused part of the woods. Not so unused, it seemed. Xavier's shed must be close.

“Roslyn.” You passed him a headphone, carefully lowering the volume, so he wouldn’t go deaf. Xavier grabbed it from you, placing it in his ear without hesitation. “Why did you want to talk to me?”

“You seemed…otherworldly. You just are connected with your body and there is something in the way you move…. And in the forest… Like a fairy. I… I draw, you know? And I wanted to ask, would you allow me to draw you?” Xavier blushed, but he kept his eyes firmly on yours. “Music is nice, by the way.”

“Like, dancing?” You questioned. Xavier tilted his head to the side. “The drawing part.”

“Oh, yes. I have seen you in class, you know. Maybe you could wear the uniform skirt?” He looked like an overeager puppy, all big pleading eyes.

“Kinky.” You laughed at his expression. “I’m messing with you, silly. Why the skirt, though?”

“Ah, sorry. For reference? I think it would look pretty when you are spinning. I would probably draw it as another skirt, but just to know how it moves.”

“I got skirts for dancing.” You said to him. “They are made especially not to restrict my movements and flow nicely.”

“That would be great.” Xavier gave you a bright smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back. He was disarmingly handsome, in a non-conventional way. A thought came to you then.

“What do I get out of it?” You gave him a cheeky grin. You could be misreading the situation, but you thought there was a spark of interest in those big green eyes. “I think you should pay your models.”

“What do you want?” Xavier asked, leaning a little towards you. Turns out, you might not have been mistaken after all.

“I wouldn’t mind a dance partner.” You tilted your chin upwards, pointing at him. “I think there is a lack of members in this extracurricular.”

“I think the same might be true about archery.” Xavier said, eyes crinkling with his amusement. You understood the answer for what it was. Both a yes and an invitation.

You gave him an elaborate mock bow. Roslyn was still playing in the headphones, thanks to you looping it in the AirPods before putting them in. Then, you offered him a hand.

“I’ll lead.”

And so, Xavier followed.

[xavithorpes]

#XAVIER BLURB: 001 golden retriever xavi

xavier thorpe, a hopeless romantic.

in other words, a golden retriever.

you never expected nevermores broken artist to be showing up at your dorm at 5 am with a bowl of soup and blankets after you texted him saying you thought you were sick.

it was almost weird, how he was always ready to be at your service and always knew what you wanted.

you weren't complaining though.

xavier was always ready to cater to your needs. needy? he's there. sad? he's there. had a nightmare? he's there. don't need anything? he's there.

he's like a clingy little puppy, bringing you useless sticks you don't need.

those useless sticks may being multiple rounds of sex in one night. or a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries.

as he said, he's ready to give you what you need.

[beggingforxavier]

Fallin' All In You // Xavier Thorpe

About: Just some early morning lovin' from your boyfriend.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: P in V sex, no condom, somnophilia, grinding, dirty talk, lazy morning sex

The morning sun rises, hitting Xavier in the eyes as it peers in through the large window in his room. Nice and warm settled next to you in bed, he groans softly, throwing his arm over his eyes haphazardly to escape the brightness.

Sticky underneath the hot blankets, his morning wood presses firm against your thigh. Your leg is hitched up over his, mouth open and fully relaxed against your boyfriend as your slept.

After a minute, Xavier removes his arm from his eyes and gazes down at you, with all the adoration in the world in his eyes. He takes in your sleeping form and can’t help but think how adorable you are.

His abandoned hard-on twitches impatiently under the covers and he sighs, grabbing hold of your hip tightly and maneuvering you onto your other side. He pulls you into his chest and kisses your shoulder. You let out a soft, sleepy whimper but don’t stir otherwise.

Xavier grins against your shoulder, pushing up his shirt that fits you like a glove and sliding your panties to the side, his fingers searching for your sensitive clit. Using two fingers, he slowly starts to rub it in circular motions. You let out a little moan in your sleep, involuntarily pressing back against his hardened state and causing him to let out a little hiss into your ear.

At his noise, your eyelids flutter a little, and he doesn’t stop rubbing at you. Another moan is pulled from your throat as you start to come to. Your hand moves down to his arm, but you don’t stop him, feeling your body starting to come to life and respond to his actions. Heat rises to your chest, leaving splotches of red across your skin.

“Mm…fuck, Xavier.” Your voice is thick with sleep, and he nuzzles deeper into your shoulder, peppering it with kisses. “Couldn’t wait?”

“You looked so beautiful, sleeping so peacefully.” He sucks on your skin gently. “Wanted to make you feel good.”

You crane your neck back and kiss him lazily, your free hand moving to cup his jaw. You can feel how hard he is against your ass now, and you smile against his mouth, grinding back against him a little.

“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart.” He mumbles against your lips.

You just continue to grind back against him, not a care in the world. The friction of his boxers and the pressure of your ass against him makes his tip weep with pure need.

His fingers stutter on your clit, his breath hot against your ear.

“I want you, sweetheart.” Xavier whimpers into your ear, and your lips find his again to shush his pleas.

Your hands move down and start to pull off your panties, lifting yourself up a little so you can pull them off completely. Xavier’s eyelids are hooded, pupils blown as he watches your hands, almost in a trance. He starts to strip himself of his boxers, pushing them clumsily down his long, lanky legs. Then he rolls you onto your back and settles between your legs, pressing his chest firmly to yours. His lips cover yours again, kissing you deeply and sucking on your lower lip. He pulls a groan from your throat as he easily sinks inside of her.

Xavier presses into you as deeply as he can, every part of his body touching yours. His lips travel down your jaw to your neck, sucking and nibbling on any spare skin he can reach, worshipping you beneath him. When he begins grinding against you, barely pulling out at all before diving back in, your eyes shut and you let out a breathy moan for him. He smirks against your neck, skin sticky against yours under the blankets and warm light of the sun filtering through the windows.

When your hands start to caress at his back, he lets them. It isn’t until they reach his butt that he reaches back with both hands and grabs your wrists. He pins your hands above your head with one of his big ones. You let out a little protest, but he just kisses you.

“Let me worship you. You feel so good, baby. Pussy made for me.” He grunts against your lips, bucking into you lazily. “I love you so fucking much.”

The drag of his cock so deep inside you causes your stomach to cave in slightly, a ball of pleasure starting to roll and grow in your lower stomach.

“I love you too. So much.” You whimper, legs wrapping loosely around his waist.

Xavier knows he won’t last long, especially with how sexy you look sprawled beneath him, all cute and sleepy. Your moans spur him on, and he rocks a little harsher, grinding and groaning into your ear.

His pelvic bone rubs against your clit roughly with each thrust, and soon your legs are shaking, and you’re a whiny mess beneath him.

“I-I’m gonna cum, Xav. Gonna cum for you.” You try to warn him, but the intensity sneaks up on you - once the words leave your mouth, you can’t hold it back anymore.

Your boyfriend is not far behind you, bucking his hips sloppily into you. He moans long, and deep in his throat as he buries himself completely to the hilt, pinning you roughly to the mattress beneath you. His body traps you in, and he lets go of your hands so he can hold your entire body now. Xavier’s left hand moves to your shaking thigh and rubs soothingly, while his other one cups your face, kissing you messily.

You take every single drop he gives you, your cunt constricting and spasming around his cock. Your hands push his sweaty hair out of his face, your bodies overheating under the blankets, but neither of you moves to remedy the situation, too lost in each other’s embraces.

When he finally pulls his softening cock out of you and buries his face in your neck, his body fully relaxing against yours, he starts to chuckle lightly.

“What?” You question, still playing with the ends of his hair.

“I could fall asleep like this.” He grins wide, and you roll your eyes.

“If we don’t get our asses up, we’ll miss breakfast.” You remind him after a moment, the bell starting to toll from the main hall.

“Five more minutes, mom.” He complains, and you swat his butt playfully in response. He freezes, but there’s a hint of a smirk on his lips. “Did you just spank me?”

“Maybe.” Your voice is cheeky, and he sits up to look at you.

“Better be careful, sweetheart. I can take you over my knee next.” His eyes find yours, and your mouth opens in shock, cheeks becoming pink at his statement.

You’re more turned on by that statement than you let on, but he knows you so well, he can just tell. He squeezes your thigh lovingly.

“Xavier Thorpe. Is that a threat?” Your eyes crinkle with your smile at the mischievous glint in his eyes.

“No, baby. It’s a promise.”

[d34dxr0ses]

|| Everlasting Ink ||

TattooArtist!Boyfriend!Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader -- Summary: You've always been Xavier's muse, inspiring and motivating his work, but right now he wants nothing more than for you to be his canvas for his most recent design. Warnings: MDNI/18+/Tattoo artist Xavier AU/Aged Up characters/Spice/Xavier giving reader a sternum tattoo/Kissing/Pet names (Angel;Babe;My love)/Pinch of Possessive!Xavier A/N: This is the first fic I'll be posting here, so I hope you guys like it! (Also this was written at 1am so apologies for any mistakes)^^

It had been 15 minutes since Xavier started looking at you, still cleaning and sterilizing his tattoo gun, and he has yet to look away. You were reading a book you had picked up from the library before you met up with your boyfriend in his art shed, that was hidden in the woods on Nevermore's campus. Though you were deeply invested in your book, you couldn't shake the feeling of his gaze, so you glanced up to meet his adoring eyes.

"What?" You laughed out, inspecting his face. He looked like a kid who was scared to ask his mom for some candy, but his eyes were much wider (lost in thought, clearly), and his cheeks slightly more red.

"I uh.." He cleared his throat and looked down at the cloth and tool in his hands, that he had been thoroughly wiping every inch for the past several minutes; before continuing "My love, and you can absolutely say no, but well- I finished a design that I've been working on, and I was hoping to tattoo it on you?" He placed his tattoo gun on the desk before quickly rummaging through all his papers before finding his sketch book.

You stood up from where you sat and approached his chair, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind as you stared at the drawing he flipped open too. You already knew you would probably have let him the moment he asked in such a sweet tone, but you were stunned by the piece. It was a fairly larger sternum tattoo, that would wrap around your chest and peak in between your boobs. The drawing had such intricate details, and little parts that made it appear that he had designed it just for you. Even the chest model he had drawn matched yours damn near perfectly.

"Xavier.. That's beautiful, I'd be honored to be you canvas." You said the last part in a fake, more proper sounding accent. His eyes lit up and his head snapped back so he was facing you. You could've swore that if he had a tail it would be wagging.

"Wait seriously? Like now? Can we do it now?" You could only imagine how long a piece like this would take, and it was already pretty late, but you had enough caffeinated drinks that you really didn't care, with the look he had stuck on his face you'd probably let him cover every inch of your body in his drawings, hiding your skin away in the ink.

--

That's where you sat now. Lying on your back, topless and staring at the drawing of your tattoo in his book. Your page. Sure, he had a lot of drawings of you, but this was different. It wasn't your face, your body, your hair. No, this was you. This was something that clearly showed that he took a great look into who you really were. Each line told its own story; then you noticed it, scattered throughout it was letters, unnoticeable unless you were specifically looking for it, letters that spelt out his name. A grin climbed onto your face, as closed the book, setting it on the desk closest to you. You looked down at the boy with long brown hair, who's bangs had now been tied back.

"Your name huh? Claiming me now?" Blood now rushed back to his face. It was a part of the design he had completely forgotten about. A part that he sketched out while thinking about you with his name stained onto your body, showing that you were truly his, and his alone.

"I forgot about that, babe I promise I wouldn't try to tattoo my name on you without perm-" but you cut him off. He was almost frantic, which was cute, but always led to him rambling on nervously for at least 10 minutes.

"I like it, its not like its in bold, neon ink, keep it. Please?" You added the please with a small whine for good measure, to make sure he wouldn't feel bad about it. He just nodded and started prepping you for the stencil.

This was your first tattoo, so you weren't exactly prepared for the cold liquid to be sprayed on your body, but when it was you couldn't help but flinch, which made your usually gentle boyfriend, push down slightly on your chest.

"Angel, I know you've never had this done, but for this I'm gonna need you to stay perfectly still once I get the gun out." His voice was stern and dry, a huge change in pace from the timid boy from a moment ago, but not an unwelcome one. You found it quite attractive the way he could switch back and forth like that. You just nodded, and went back to admiring him at work.

-

It had been several hours since he started the tattoo, it was decently painful, but at the same time felt really nice. You had finally adjusted to the way he was doing it, when he suddenly lifted the tool and stood up, readjusting himself. You thought he was just stretching after sitting uninterrupted for so long, but instead he moved onto the table where yo were, positioning his knees on either side of your hips, squeezing you gently to keep you in place. How flustered you were must've been clearly shown on your face because, still keeping the machine away from you, he leaned down and kissed you, you could feel his smirk in the kiss. He was loving this. You'd been watching him the entire time, not his work, but his face and body movement, and he knew it. He himself had a hard time keeping his eyes on his art. Your breasts were completely exposed to him, and he loved knowing that he was the only one allowed to see you like this.

He finally broke the kiss, giving you a moment to fix your breathing, and stop moving before returning to the tattoo.

-

It was nearing sunrise when the tattoo was done and yet you both still felt wide awake. He hadn't moved from his spot straddling your waist since he got there, ,but he did have to pin down your shoulder every so often when it tried to move on it's own. He was surprised that you didn't ask him to stop for a break at all. You were in a trance like state watching his every movement, but at the very least it kept you still. He brought his phone out and took a photo of "the tattoo" He told you, but you knew exactly why he was so precise with his angles.

[vxntagedior]

muse

summary | you noticed how xavier has been loosing motivation, so you give him something to paint

pairing | xavier thorpe x fem!reader

warning | fluff fluff fluff, mentions of paternal neglect

word count | 487

Knocking on the outside of his art studio, you hear Xavier stop whispering to himself before opening the door for you. 

“What are you doing here?” It came out as more of a shocked surprise instead of malice, a small smile starting to linger on his lips. “I told you I’d be back.”

“You said you’d be back 45 minutes ago.” You let yourself in, frowning slightly, seeing the blank canvas sitting on the easel. Turning to look back at Xavier, seeing how he hadn’t changed and still in his uniform. “Have you not made anything yet?”

“No.” He shook his head, about to start his inner monologue once again. “I-I can’t seem to think of something, most of my art comes from my dreams or things I talk about with Kinbott but there’s been nothing lately. 

You could see how his eyebrows were creased, his fingers were jittery. Xavier always told you art was something he could turn to back home before coming to Nevermore, it calmed him, helped him relax and kept him away from his father. 

“What about me?” You offered. 

“What?” He looked at you confused. 

“Draw me.” You smiled, bringing your arms out to your side, “I’ll be your muse.”

Xavier pondered for a second, smiling softly, before starting to move some of his painting, moving his stool into the middle of the room. You watched as he started gathering his paints, taking your spot on the stool. 

“So, is there a pose you’d like me to do?” You giggled, getting excited, always loving when Xavier drew you. 

“No, you look perfect.” He whispered, smiling softly. 

Sitting on the stool, you watched as painted on the canvas, seeing all the worries drain from his face, everytime he turned to look at you, he smiled at you, taking every part of you in his eyes before transferring it onto the canvas. 

You never realized how long it would be, starting to get antsy and starting to move a bit. 

“Don’t worry, I’m almost done.” You always loved how Xavier was present with you, watching over your mannerisms. 

Being true to his word, Xavier sent down his paints, beckoning you over to him. 

“Oh, Xavier, it’s beautiful.” You said in awe. He captured every essence in your body, he put thought and love in the painting, like he painted his love for you in it.

He was always bashful whenever you complimented his painting, dismissing them as if they were just stick figures. 

Holding his hand out, with the move of his fingers, you saw how it came to life. You watched as your 2d self came to life, mimicking your movements, laughing in the picture, just like you always did. 

“Did you find your calling again?” You asked. 

“Yeah, you seem to bring out the best in me.” He smiled, grabbing your hand, pulling it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly.

[pandorascripts]

heyyy :) can i request wednesday x reader where she sneaks into wednesdays room to sleepover and enid was sleeping in yokos room for the night and forgot smth and went back to their dorm and walks in on them making out?

fugly slut

summary: enid catches her OTP (who said they weren’t together) snogging. she’s pissed and had Mean Girls on her mind.

warnings: making out, wee bit spicy, swearing

paring: wednesday addams x reader

note: written quickly, proof read a bit, not sure if there’s any mistakes :^

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You watch as Enid’s retreating form bounces merrily off the walls. Wednesday had told you to come over tonight, it’d be safe seeing as her roommate was crashing with a friend. Most people would’ve told you that it’s a bad thing to go into a relationship and hiding it, but seeing as you and Wednesday are academic rivals, the two of you don’t want the school knowing. 

You tap on the door four times, letting Wednesday know it was safe, and a second later you’re dragged through. A rough yelp is muffled as Wednesday presses her lips against yours, her left hand fumbling to lock the door.

You hold her head with both hands, pressing her back into yourself. With the door now locked, Wednesday grabs your hips, hiking your shirt upwards. She doesn’t take it off, much to your dismay, instead she pushes you around and against a wall. 

“No one likes a tease, Wednesday,” you whisper, donning an uncontrollable smirk.

“You’ll get what you want in due time, no need to be greedy.”

You chuckle, although it doesn’t last long. With Wednesday’s lips now on your neck your laugh dies out, a shaky sigh taking place. Featherlight lips make their way down, pressing into the small portion of your shoulder that was exposed. 

Wednesday’s hands grab your shirt, lifting it up and off, before quickly attaching her lips to yours again. Your hands grab Wednesday’s jacket, wanting it off as well, but then the worst thing you could imagine happens. 

The door opens. 

Enid liked to say she loved people. She loved how no matter how moody or damaged they were, there was always an innocent soul underneath. No one was truly evil, no one truly wanted to hurt others, they had unfortunate incidents in their lives in which cause them to act accordingly. 

But as Enid walked into her dorm, after forgetting a blanket, and saw her two best friends, who had both assured Enid they despised each other, making out, she realized people were liars. They were crude, and pests, and no one deserved to be on this Earth. Liars suck, and a thought crossed her mind. That thought happened to be a line from Mean Girls.

“You are the nastiest skank bitch I’ve ever met!” she shouts, stomping over. “You two told me you weren’t screwing!”

Wednesday takes off her jacket, handing to you so you were at least decent for this conversation. 

“Enid —“

“No! I’ve been trying for months to get you two together, and you don’t even tell me when it happens? What am I, chopped liver?”

“We’re trying to keep it on the down low, Enid,” you speak up, looking charmingly disheveled.

Enid’s eyes flicker away from Wednesday’s settling on yours. “You told me you’d rather die than get with Wednesday.”

You shrug. “I’d rather die than do anything, really.”

“Not helping!” Wednesday whisper shouts, looking over to you. In a much more hushed tone, she says, “You look very attractive in my clothing. Look through my closet later.”

An angry grunt from Enid cuts off your reply, your smirk dropping as you stare at your socks. 

“I hate the both of you.”

“Enid, I’ll buy you that Squishmallow you’ve been begging for if you go back to Yoko’s.” Wednesday turns to you, out of sight from Enid, and winks. 

“Really?! OH-EM-GEE!” she squeals, rushing up to Wednesday as she hugs her. “I love you. Alls forgiven, be gay do crime!” 

With that, Enid leaves the room, waking all of Ophelia Hall with her screams.

You lean back against the wall, sighing. 

“Well.” You pout, night spoiled and one more person knowing your secret. 

Wednesday walks up to you, the devilish smile you love so much and the mischievous glint in her eyes back again.

“Well, the dog has left, and we’ve got this huge dorm to ourselves…”

Wednesday’s hand brushes against your arm as she rests it on your bicep. Her other hand holds your waist. 

“And you look so incredible in my clothes.”

You smile, leaning down into her face. Neither of you say anything, sharing hot breaths and mischievous smiles. With your lips practically against hers, you know damn well what she’s thinking. 

[my3rzs]

hii i love your work so muchh! i want to request a jealous xavier thorpe x fem reader where xavier gets all protective and jealous when someone flirts with reader and he’s really possessive and ahh

summary: xavier hasn’t been talking to you since wednesday addams arrived at nevermore, so you give him a taste of his own medicine

requests: open

notice: wednesday is not inlove with anyone, tyler is not the monster, and all the characters are 18+

pairing: xavier thorpe x reader

a/n: im so sorry i havent been posting, i was more focused on school and i had to get my final grades for 2nd quarter. but anyways reblogs would help, this is not proofread btw uhm

it’s been 2 weeks since wednesday addams has arrived at nevermore and xavier hasn’t been talking to you since the mysterious wednesday addams has arrived, it really started to bother you.

it was a saturday, you and xavier always did something on a saturday, watch movies in his dorm, go to the carnival, go to an arcade and stuff, so you decided to text him if he wants to hang out.

y/n: hey, do you wanna hang out today? we haven’t hung out in the past 2 saturdays.

xavs: sorry no, i have plans with wednesday already. maybe next time?

you felt like your heart shattered as you read his message, so you left him on read.

you decided to go to the weathervane to clear your head.

-

you walked in and saw tyler,

“tyler! hi!”

“hey y/n, what would you like?”

“oh, i’ll just have a matcha”

“okay! coming right up”

he brought you your matcha to your table as you both saw xavier and wednesday walk in.

your smile faded as you saw them both together.

“woah, something going on between you guys?” tyler asks as he noticed that your smile faded

“nope, just jealousy i guess” you sigh

tyler sat with you and you drank your matcha.

you could feel xavier’s eyes on you, knowing he was so jealous right now.

you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and continue this.

the rave’n was tomorrow, so you decided to ask tyler.

“hey, do you maybe wanna go to the rave’n with me?” you smiled.

“as friends” you mouthed

he got the signal to go along with it “yes, sure y/n! i would love to!” he says

you couldn’t see xavier but you knew he was fuming with jealousy right now.

“okay, i’ll be heading out now. see you tomorrow at the rave’n!” you say and walk out, you could see xavier furious at your peripheral vision.

you and your friends decided to go dress shopping because of the rave’n.

you went into a store and saw a retro, butterfly, white, short-sleeved dress. this was the perfect dress for you.

the night of the rave’n

you put on your dress and started doing your hair into a braided bun, and enid did your makeup.

you heard a knock on your door and opened it, revealing tyler in a white suit.

“hey, ready to make xavier jealous?” he gave you a smirk

“damn right i am” you say

-

you two walked in and everyone was staring at you two.

xavier was with wednesday but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, and wednesday started to notice.

you and tyler went to get drinks, mostly vodka. you had 9 shots already and you were already drunk.

you and tyler went to the dance floor and started to dance to the music.

the music stopped and tyler went to get a drink from himself, you waited for him until you felt a hard grip pulling you outside.

“okay, y/n. can you tell me what’s going on? why’d you go with tyler?”

“and why’d you go with wednesday? stupid” you giggled and almost fell at his chest but he caught you

“are you drunk?” he furrowed his eyebrows

“no.. you are” you say

-

he took you to his dorm and laid you down on his bed

“okay, can you atleast tell me why you went with tyler?”

“i tried to make you jealous because you haven’t talked to me since wednesday has arrived”

“y/n, i was working on a case with her”

“well.. i didn’t know that”

“okay- i have liked you for about 2 years, or more, i want you to be mine only and i want to be yours only. i hate seeing you with other people and it drives me crazy” he rambled

“can i kiss you?” you ask

before he could answer you kissed him on the lips and he pulled you closer, the kiss felt so delicate, you have always wanted this and you finally got it.

you broke the kiss to catch breaths and smiled at him.

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im crying i finished this and it doesnt even fit the request and its like my other oneshot i think im gonna cry but i literally have no motivation to rewrite so enjoy 😭