#xavier thorpe headcannons

[ed-mnsn]

xavier being loud

xavier x afab reader

smut, character aged up, minors dni 18+

goddd xavier fucking you so good, it’s late at night, he’s in your dorm, he shouldn’t even be there. you’re on thin ice sneaking him in in the first place, the last thing you need is to get caught fucking him.

he’s so loud. he loves the way your cunt squeezes around his dick and he cant help but groan. expletives leave his mouth and he’s drilling into you so hard that you have to clench your mouth shut to keep quiet. you adore the words leaving his lips, how pretty you are, how amazing your pussy feels. he’s grunting and panting hotly into your mouth and you curse the thin walls of ophelia hall.

your anxiety is rising at how loud he’s being and it pains you to have to quiet him but you do, unthinking, and smack a hand over his mouth. it’s like time freezes because his hips stutter and he’s immediately spilling his load into you just from that simple action.

he’s furiously red, his chest all the way up to his ears painted scarlet with embarrassment at how that slight act of dominance had him coming instantly. 

“fuck.” he’d mutter, still hovering over you, still inside you, head hanging low. you were so taken aback, so turned on over the fact that xavier, dominant xavier thorpe, came so quick just from you shutting him up. he’d start apologizing, still blushing so hard, and it was endearing and so so hot. your gut clenched as he shifted inside you, still unable to meet your eyes.

“xav, baby,” you purred.

“sorry,” he flushed. “that was-”

“hot.” you cut him off.

he looked at you sheepishly, widely unsure and still obviously mortified. that’s never happened to him. he usually liked being in control but something about the way you just took over… it awoke something new inside him.

he went down on you immediately, making sure you came after that little incident, trying to make up for what he thought was so embarrassing.

after he finished and you felt dizzier than ever before, you cooed at him sweetly, praised him for being such a good boy, for listening so good. this was not the usual dynamic but you were experimenting, and you knew it was going well when his dick twitched. 

“if you wanted me to take care of you so badly, you should’ve just said so.” you purred at him.

and so sub xavier came alive, you controlling his orgasm more often than not, and finding it really hot that he liked being bossed around. 

masterlist

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[velvrei]

baeeee xavier x dom!vampire!reader smut where he begs reader to bite him or smthn 🫶🫶🫶

that’s actually such a good idea! I GOTCHU

..

bite me

pairing : xavier thorpe x reader

summary : reader is a vampire and sub!xavier begs the her to bite and help him

warnings : sub!xavier, smut, biting, begging, grinding, dom!reader, xavier c0mes in his pants (yes)

nsfw below the cut .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

xavier was always one to beg. especially when it came to you. no matter what you’d do, say, show him, he would still be absolutely in love with you. even that’s an understatement.

that’s why it was no surprise when he turned movie night into his begging hour.

you had just finished watching the scream series and it was around 1am, and now as you looked for the next movie he was in your ear whispering whatever dirty thought came to mind in attempt to distract you and make you stop everything to give him what he wanted.

“baby, you know how much i love you?”

“you look so pretty tonight, my love.”

“how about we ditch the movies and have our own fun”

the flirtatious words quickly turned into begging.

“baby, i want you so bad”

“y/n, i need you”

“fuckkkk, y/nnnn”

“i’ve been so good”

you were doing pretty decent on your attempt to ignore him but he quickly got your attention.

“let’s try something, new. please.”

once you heard that you grabbed the hand that was on your thigh before he could move it and turned to him. “try what, exactly?”

you had thrown on halloween ends which is one you and xavier had seen many times, and now you were making intense eye contact and trying to read his cute expression.

“i want you to bite me. please, baby, i have literally had dreams about this moment and i just want to make it real life. i will literally pay you-”

you laughed and then the realization hit. he wanted you to bite him? “how so, my love?”

“literally anyway you want and i’ll be done for. i’m begging you, baby.” his tone was a cute amount of need and his voice was low and raspy sense it was late and past his bedtime.

he went to beg again but you quickly shut him up, smashing your soft lips onto his plump ones.

he whined as he felt your leg swing around his body so you were completely straddling him.

you continued kissing his needy lips, feeling how hard he was under you and he began to grind his hips against yours.

“like that, baby? that feel good?” your words send him into a low whine as he dramatically threw his head back against the couch, exposing his full neck.

you took your chance and gently bit down on his neck, you felt his hips buck up to yours, he made a whining sound and he felt so hot and sweaty even though much hadn’t been done.

“fuckkk,” his moan was so loud it almost echoed.

you continued biting and leaving marks all over his exposed neck, xavier couldn’t help but pant and groan and his noises just went straight to your core.

you could tell he was getting close just from the small gestures you have made, and he was fully ready to just let go.

“i’m gonna come baby, oh god oh god,” you bit his neck once more and felt his hips buck up, and watched with a huge smile as his whole body spasmed and a wet patch formed in his pants.

he moaned and you pushed some of his hair off of his sweaty face.

“good job, baby. you did so well.”

<3

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[peachywritesstuff]

Ghostface!Xavier headcannons

Warnings:mentions of stakking,killing(duh),a little of soft! yandere!Xavier, Xavier taking "I will kill for you" to the next level.this ended up being hella long. I got carried away

When the killings first start. You obviously don't know Xavier was behind them. And he make sure you didn't know either.

He was very good at keeping the whole thing a secret.

Like you never suspected your sweet boyfriend to be the one behind the murders.

But... who said he was doing it alone?

Cue Ajax and Xavier killing victims together.

Xavier would do prank calls to his victims.

Fucks with them for a while before killing them.

And he kills all his victims in different ways so whenever the police would find a body it would look completely different then the last body they found

There was times he would come back bruised or a little bloodied(not his blood) from his victims fighting back,but he just say that it was just paint or he went a little to far in fencing.

Now on to you.

You were his sweet precious baby,and he wasn't gonna let anything happen to you.

And he is definitely not afraid to kill for you that's for sure.

He would watch you from afar and make sure you got to where you were going safe and sound.

So the guys that would bother you? Suddenly they end up missing. The guy that was flirting with you? Babe,he dead in a ditch somewhere.

If a guy decides to hurt you? Oh Xavier sees red and goes fucking crazy.

I mean look what happened with Rowan.

He.got.fucked.up

But anyways back to you.

He didn't mean to kill Rowan infront of you.

He just saw red when he saw what he was doing to you. He didn't see or hear anything else. The only thing on his mind was to kill him

He didn't stop stabbing the fucker until he heard your cries.

And as much as he enjoyed watching him choke on his own blood he hated to see you so hysterical

It broke him to see you cowering beneath a tree,covered in Rowan's blood,and shaking like a leaf.

His heart shattered when he saw the look on his face when he took his mask off.

That look alone almost made him want to stop the killing. He never wanted the love of his life to look at him that way ever again.

Keyword: Almost

He approached you so cautiously,like a scared little animal that he was afraid would run away.

And you tried.

He caught you very quickly and dropped the bloodied knife to the ground when kept starting it and crying even more.

You tried to push yourself away from his embrace but he held you tighter. Rocking you side to side as you sobbed in his arms.

You were shaking so bad he thought you never stop.

He carried you back to his shed leaving Rowan's body behind,and you were quiet as a mouse.

No he didn't forget the knife,his mask,or his camera. He wasn't stupid.

Still in a state of shock.

You flinched when his hand reaches up to wipe to wipe Rowan's blood off you and he paused and gently grabbed your face with his hands.

"I would rather die then to ever hurt you baby." He looked deep into your eyes. Filled with so much love,and sincerity. How can these hands who have killed countless people,hold you so gently? Like you were a proclain doll?

You were still sitting there in shock and disbelief.

Everything seemed to make sense now, times he would disappear and come back late at night,the "red paint" that was on his clothes.

When you saw him killing Rowan... he was an entirely different person and it scared you so much

The boy you knew since you were 14 was a ruthless killer and never thought you would use Xavier and serial killer in the same sentence.

"Do you like it?" Xavier made eye contact with you. "Killing." He looked down at his feet,his legs beginning to bounce.

"Yeah," his voice cracked a little. "Yeah I do."

You let out a shaky exhale at that.

He admitted that he was the one that killed Tyler and some of the other previous victims

He decided to leave out Ajax for now

Yall sat in silence for what seemed like forever. Him looking at you and you avoiding looking at him.

You asked out of the blue if he would ever thought of killing you and he practically yelled out a 'no'.

After witnessing the murder of Rowan.You never fully got use to him being Ghostface.

Obviously you never told a single soul

Wednesday is suspicious

But yall's relationship dynamic changed after that.

Xavier was surprised that you decided to stay with him even after that happened. I mean, after the talk in his art shed,you ignores him for a week. He thought the relationship was as good as gone.

Xavier didn't throw everything at you all at once which you were thankful for.

Because it took you months to be comfortable with your killer boyfriend's schedule.

At the beginning you felt so much guilt. Knowing who the killer was but not saying a word about it.

But it was the love of your life,you couldn't just rat him out and leave him in a prison to rot for the rest of his life.

I mean look at Wednesday's family

With all that being said,let's talk about when you do feel comfortable about the whole thing.

Now,Xavier is very deeply,in love with you. Think him as Gomez really.

He can and will kill for you

So if you were making it known you wanted someone dead or just bluntly say it then that person would end up being dead by the next morning.

No questions asked.

You also may or may not have developed a knife kink or a hand kink over the process of a few months.

And Xavier takes a full on advantage to that.

Xavier will literally drop dead if you want to join in on the killing.

He would die a happy man.

#xavier thorpe headcannons #xavier thrope #xavier x reader #xavier x you #percy hynes white #wenesday #xavier thorpe x reader

[daintylovers]

boyfriend material- xavier thorpe hc’s

- he’s like a little mystery box. always unraveling and ever changing

- nothings ever dull between the two of you. plans spontaneous dates or hangouts when he starts to get antsy

- very insecure, so he just wants to reassure himself that you still like him

- VERY VERY protective. not to be self-indulgent but as a small person, he uses his height as an advantage /strength for this. taller than most, he can come off as intimidating very easily. a simple arm around your shoulder or chin on the crown of your head and the person flirting with you will get the hint

- draws on you when he’s bored. specifically in class, he likes drawing hearts with his initials in them on your wrists (a little self-obsessed one might say…)

- back to the height thing, he’s an asshole. purposely putting your belongings up high, or coming up behind you while your mid conversation and picking you up.

- you guys have staring contests where the first to blink has to do whatever the other person says (kind of like a dare). he does this thing where if it’s been going for long, his eyes widen and he looks like a mad man

- has an abundance of drawings of you that you will never see. his collection started well before you guys started dating (tortured artists are wack man)

#tyler galpin #xavier thorpe #wednesday #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe headcannons #xavier thorpe boyfriend #xavier x you #xavier x reader #xavier thorpe x reader

[i4thorpe]

ajax: we’re out of milk

xavier and y/n: you don't live here.

#wednesday #xavier #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe headcannons #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier thorpe x you #xavier x y/n #xavier thorpe imagine #wednesday incorrect quotes #wednesday netflix #ajax #ajax petropolus

[oliverhe4rtsmvt]

first post on tumblr lmao

dont be mean

Dating Xavier Thorpe

Head cannons ofc

(Also this is mostly gender neutral but i do say some things that lean more towards the fem side)

sfw

he loves forehead kisses

he plays with your fingers/ hand when hes nervous

I just know he chews on his pen/pencil

he loves when you do his hair in diff styles

you always have an extra hair tye on your wrist for him

anything chase atlantic is his anthem

he loves giving you cute/cringy pet names

when your talking & walking in hall he leans down to hear you better

He likes being little spoon, but if you want to be little spoon he's more than happy to be big spoon

he loves when you sit behind him after he gets out of the shower & comb through his hair

his love language is physical touch

nsfw

hair pulling kink (obvi)

size kink, loves that you have to look up at him

he is amazing at eating pussy, absolutely loves doing it too

he's a switch

loves when your on top, he loves watching you work

he loves eye contant during seggz

the idea of painting you while your naked turns him on so much

he loves cuddle-fucking

he has the best sex playlist

he loves being praised

he has a biting/marking kink

the end

I'm in love with xavier

#xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe fluff #xavier thorpe headcannons

[piastristimtams]

xavier thorpe x vampire!reader hcs :)

notes: hi! first “writing” post in years on here :’) i don’t know if this will get any attention, but i’m doing this for fun really!

warnings: mentions of blood, fainting, a little nsfw.

he would literally beg you to bite him. it turns him on so much and does so many things to him.

you’d be reluctant at first, scared of him passing out, but he insisted.

after the first time he would be so so desperate for you to do it again.

when you first met, sometimes he’d flinch just a bit touching you because of how cold your body is.

would tie his hair just so everyone sees your bite marks, only to get flustered if someone asked about it.

“xavier, what’s that on your neck?”

“oh. don’t worry about it.”

please sit on his lap and bite his neck.

even better, do that while grinding on him. poor boy would cum so fast he’d be embarrassed about it.

his little whimpers when you first sink your teeth into his neck.

his blood dripping down your lips turns him on so much, he’d kiss you right after you’re done.

you’d probably feel a lil something poking you

#xavier thorpe #xavier thrope imagine #xavier thorpe hcs #xavier thorpe smut #xavier x y/n #xavier thorpe headcannons #xavier thorpe x vampire reader #xavier thorpe x vampire!reader

[elliewlums]

What about an Xavier head canon with a reader who loves crystals and she puts little crystals like rose quartz in his pockets or his room to show that he's hers

CUTE CUTE CUTE (and so me</3)

there’s no mistaking the fact that you adore xavier thorpe. you’d kiss the ground that boy walked on if he asked you to.

and the way that you express that adoration is one of his favourite things about you.

originally, it started out small. a rose quartz slipped into his blazer pocket before classes, one on his nightstand, another dropped into his bag as you sit next to him.

then it progressed. you tailored the crystals to his day to day needs. tiger’s eye for luck on a test, carnelian for confidence when he needs a boost. at this point, xavier can be tracked by the rattling of stones in his every pocket.

if another girl so much as glances in his direction, you’re quick to skip towards the tall boy and take his hand, pressing yet another crystal into his palm.

“you forgot this, xavi.”

“oh, thanks, baby.”

he knows what you’re up to as you latch yourself onto his arm, tucked under him as though you’ve been settled there forever; it’s not like you spend your time anyplace else. he’s more than happy facilitating your scare tactics towards the other girls; he’s yours.

he needs to have one of your stones close to relax, now. it grounds him, having a piece of you to cradle in the palm of his hand.

he still prefers it when you sneak into his dorm to spend the night, though. warm and soft, snuggled under his arm, in his bed and his clothes. you’re his every daydream rolled into one.

and when you sneak out of a morning, you leave a crystal in your place, tucked under his pillow safely for him to find<3

#xavier thorpe headcannons #xavier thorpe hcs #xavier thorpe x fem!reader #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier thorpe fic #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe drabble #xavier x you #xavier x y/n #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier x reader #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe fluff #wednesday fic #fic #fanfic

[runningthroughthegarden]

more xavier thorpe bf headcanons (while i work on a new one shot 🤓)

- would trash talk the hell out of you during the Poe cup but he really wanted to see you win

- would kiss you when you won because he was happy for you. but also so he could get his red paint all over your mouth

- study sessions in his room which almost always fail because he’s the perfect distraction

- let’s you chill in his art shed while he paints because he loves your presence and the comfortable silence

- makes your favorite animal come to life through a drawing whenever you’re sad. he loves to see a smile slowly spread across your face as the animal prances around your arms

- gives the most unsolicited fashion advice. you get annoyed when he’s actually right and the outfit comes out amazing

- thinks it’s funny when you wear your platform shoes because he still towers over you

- burns you a cd with a playlist he made for you. he could just use Spotify but it’s more special this way

- eye contact. always.

- teases you to no end. loves to jokingly annoy you. “Xavier seriously shut up” and he always stops with a “yes of course, sorry ma’am” and a wink

- visits your family over every single break because he loves seeing them. and of course you

- he always takes the absolute best candids of you. your instagram is literally full of cute little pictures he takes of you

- steals your claw clips because he thinks they’re the best thing ever invented for hair. but gets embarrassed if you tell anyone

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe oneshot #xavier x reader #wednesday addams #xavier thorpe headcannons

[ed-mnsn]

High sex with xaivier X femreader PLS IM BEGGING

high sex with xavier

pairing: xavier thorpe x fem afab reader 

summary: you and xavier spend many nights getting high, but this one ends a little differently. 2.6k 

warnings: smut, fingering, piv, use of marijuana, high sex, characters are of age, 18+ minors dni 

you found comfort in walking out to the woods, clearing your heads and smoking to your hearts content. tyler knew a guy, who knew a guy, that you got your bud from during trips to jericho.

you found comfort in walking out to the woods, clearing your heads and smoking to your hearts content. tyler knew a guy, who knew a guy, that you got your bud from during trips to jericho.

the two of you would always sit and talk and laugh for hours on end, comfortable around each other. only leaving for snacks or to go and watch a movie in his single room. you figured, you were already sneaking around smoking weed on campus, you might as well push it a little farther and sneak into the boys dorm.

so that’s how the two of you ended up, giggling in the woods, poking each other and running back to the dorms until you were out of breath.

his room was comforting to you. the smell of him taking inhabitance there, paintings he’s made littering the walls. you stood admiring them in a trance, thinking about what he was wearing as he made them. what was going through his head? what inspired them? did you ever inspire his paintings?

“psst,” you heard from behind you. “psst, y/n.”

you turned around, xavier with red, glassy eyes, and a lopsided grin on his face standing behind you.

“yeah?” you whispered in response, already forgetting that last thought in your head.

“what are you thinking about?” he whispered back.

you paused, thought hard for a second, and just started at him.

“what?” you replied, lowly.

he burst into a fit of laughter, lightly smacking your arm.

“why are you whispering?” he asked.

you laughed at him.

“you started it!” you jeered, jabbing at him.

looking up at him, you noticed the pretty features of his face. he stared back at you through curious, watery eyes. you two were nearly touching. and it’s not like you’ve never been this close, you’re always together, always near each other. you wondered what it would be like to touch the plush of his lips. pink and slightly chapped, waiting to be kissed, you thought.

the room was far too quiet and something different developed in the way he looked at you. it’s not like you’d never thought about it. kissing him, touching him. he was attractive, your type honestly. nothing the two of you did was weird or awkward. it was just the two of you.

so when you reached for his face and told him to kiss you, you had no doubt in your mind.

kissing xavier was a breath of fresh air. regardless of the fact that he smelled heavily of weed, it was light, airy, sweet almost. he kissed you in a way you knew was reserved for only you, like he wouldn’t dare kiss anyone else like this. his lips were softer than they looked, closing over yours repeatedly.

he hummed a little bit, his hand snaking up the back of your neck and settling at the roots of your hair. you felt him smile, and honest to god it gave you butterflies.

your head was still foggy and you kissed nearly in slow motion. there was a glaze of insobriety coating your senses, yet you were hyperaware of the way he touched you so tenderly.

he pulled away, very slightly so you could still feel his lips against yours as he spoke.

“we’re kissing.” he said softly.

“yes, we are.” you answered, a little unsure if that was the right response.

“i’ve wanted to kiss you, you know.”

“me too.”

“okay,” he hummed.

“okay.”

and so he kissed you again, deeper this time. he took initiative, running his tongue along the seams of your mouths, only licking in once you sighed in appreciation. it was dizzying honestly, not just because you were high. he was just everything. everywhere. his smell invaded your nose, musky but somehow sweet. his hands ran down the side of your body, landing on your hips and holding you upright. your mind was lit alive with the sensation of him, but your body wasn’t getting the memo because all you seemed to be able to do was slump into him.

he noticed this, tugging you toward his bed. he pressed you down gently, kneeling forward with his knee between your thighs. just that little bit of information, just knowing how close he was to your center sent you for a bit of a loop. you whimpered unintentionally, and you felt him react to it. the little smirk on his lips as he kept kissing you. you were warm, hot, definitely bright red, and definitely wishing he would touch you where you needed.

the haze you were in had you following his lead, but you wanted to show him what direction you wanted, needed, this to go in. lightly, you tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth, laving over it directly after. he pulled away to look at you and he was flushed, an almost shy, but lovely look on his face. you stared up at him, doe eyes and all, begging silently for something.

xavier looked down between the two of you and it was only then that you noticed that even though you were fully laying on his bed, his hips were slightly hovered off of you. you noticed the tent in his sweatpants, and you realized he also needed you.

sweet, sweet xavier. taking things slow, unsure, not wanting to push you into any territory you were uncomfortable with.

“xav,” you started. “i want you, you know that right?”

turns out it was possible for him to blush even deeper. but now he had this look in his eyes, glazed over with desire.

you kicked up your hips to press against his and he hissed when you made contact with hardness. the sound made your gut turn, needy for him to put his whole weight on you.

“good,” he finally responded. “i want you too. so bad y/n.”

you kissed him fiercely, the weight of his hips finally pressing down into you. suddenly you couldn’t get close enough, hands roaming every inch of each other, nearly swallowing each other whole. the sound of your breaths occupied the room, airy and strained and so so needy.

his hand crawled up the hem of your shirt, gripping the skin at your waist. he rolled his hips down into yours, finally releasing some of the built up tension. you sighed, needing it over and over, again and again, as much as he would give it to you. your hands threaded through his hair, tugging lightly and he rolled his hips again, but this made him moan.

really moan.

christ, it was sinful. the way his voice had sounded so wrecked just from pulling on his hair. you knew you were done for, and you craved it so badly.

“please, xav.” you breathed, tugging at his shirt. he pulled in off in one fell swoop, immediately returning back down to you. he pressed kisses down your jaw, all the way to your neck. his lips on your skin made you writhe, back arching as he sucked a purplish mark into your flesh. your head was spinning again in the best way possible. every touch he gave you felt heightened and you savored every lasting moment.

his hands traveled farther up your torso, reaching around your back. his hands settled on your bra clasp but he stopped, only unlatching it when you nodded at him with approval. you appreciated his delicacy with you. little check ins here and there, reassuring looks, waiting for consent. he lifted your shirt, bra falling down your arms as the garment went.

being bare in front of him didn’t scare you. you knew that at the end of the day he was your xavier, he was your guy, your trustee. he would never judge you and never shame you.

but they way he looked at you was something you never expected. he was in awe of you, the curve of your breasts, your soft skin, how wholly beautiful you were. you swatted at him, growing embarrassed under his melting gaze. 

“sorry, you’re just so...”

“god, you’re so corny.” you laughed. 

“well truly, y/n, you’re beautiful.” he said softly, affection lacing his features.

“kiss me again, please.” you managed out, voice barely above a whisper. 

so he did, your mouth down to your chest. he slid down your body gracefully, leaving no span of skin untouched. he left marks between your breasts, already blooming purple. he made way to your stomach, teasing you as you writhed, him so unbearably close to your wetness that you could do nothing but silently beg. 

you nodded fiercely when his finger slipped under the waistband of your pants and he managed to strip you of them and your panties in one go. he tested the waters, running his fingers through your soaked folds, just barely brushing your clit. 

you were gripping his arm tightly, head thrown back from his slight touch. it took everything in you not to scream as he rubbed into your clit with a rough thumb. he watched you intently, savoring every noise you made, committing the look on your face to memory. it was embarrassing how quickly his single movement turned your body to mush. you felt like you were becoming one with the sheets, your body melting into his bed, into him, into his touch. 

“please xav,” you begged, hips kicking up as he pressed harder. 

“whatever my girl wants.” 

his girl? god, he was going to driving you mad like this. 

he slowly pressed a finger into you, feeling your hot dampness engulf his digit happily. it was torturous, the way he slowly pumped it in and out of you, barely an intrusion, almost a nuisance at how good it felt yet not nearly enough. 

you pulled him forward to kiss you, lips crashing into yours and swallowing every noise you made. his second finger made you gasp, finally relieving your built up tension. you swore you saw fireworks as he crooked them upwards and quickly found your g-spot. it was like your body was tailored to him, he knew every inch of it so easily. 

you were floating, the coat of inebriation lighting his every touch on fire. 

it wasn’t long until you were pulling him as close as possible to you, mumbling and groaning as you came on his fingers. 

you didn’t think it could get any better, not until he pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them clean. it was disgusting in all the right ways, the devilish grin on his face as he tasted you. 

you felt his hardness pressing into you, so you kissed him, pulling his hair, spurring him on. 

when he pulled away, he looked sheepish, “we don’t have to go any further...”

your heart had officially liquified.

“xavier, there’s nothing i want more than for you to be inside of me right now.” you said reassuringly. 

a groan fell from his mouth and he gaped at you, “you’re gonna kill me y/n.” 

so you tugged at his sweats, mouthed at his collarbones as he rid himself of his boxers. 

the sight of xavier’s cock made your mouth water. it’s always the tall, skinny ones. it was long, leaking at the tip, and bright pink. a red vein ran up his shaft and if you weren’t so eager for him to fuck you, you’d wanna feel it on your tongue immediately. you made a mental note for next time, desperately hoping that this wasn’t a one night fling. 

you pumped him a few times, him leaning eagerly into your touch. he hissed as you palmed the tip of his dick unrelentingly. 

“not gonna last long if you keep up like this,” he said through gritted teeth. 

you pulled him in close, whispered in his ear, “then fuck me.” 

“fuck.” he muttered, digging through his nightstand for a condom. 

he fumbled with the foil, quickly rolling the rubber over his cock. 

lining up with you, his eyes met yours, glassy and red. your head was in the clouds and you frantically tried to commit every moment of this to your memory. he sighed when he entered you, your breath catching in your throat. it was never ending, his dick finally fitting into you after a long push. 

you panted into his mouth, in awe of the way he filled you up so generously. he thumbed your clit, waiting for you to adjust to the size of him. 

fucking xavier was nothing like you could’ve imagined. he was gentle yet firm with his movements, finally pumping into you when you started to get fidgety, 

it was deranged how his dick glided into your core, every thrust better than the last. he was hungry for you, his tongue slipping languidly into your mouth like he couldn’t get enough of you. 

he gripped your hips with intensity, rolling his hips so sweetly that your brain was going numb. he was putting you in a trance. you were quite literally dick whipped in that moment. 

you fisted his hair as he found your g-spot, the both of you letting out unfiltered moans. heat spread under your skin as he managed to hit that spot over and over. 

“xavier,” you panted, “fuck, please.” you couldn’t even find the words to describe how you felt. 

“say my name again.” he growled.

“xavier, oh my god.” 

he threaded one hand through yours and the other landed back on your clit. you shuddered, all too familiar with the feeling engulfing your gut. you were floating, rising, crying out his name as his cock fell in and out of you. 

“i’m gonna come,” you cried, hips spasming as he brought you over the edge. everything was hazy in the best way. he worked you through every second of your orgasm, calling you pretty words and praising you through it all. 

the vice grip you had on his dick, the effortless slide of your wetness, your voiced, ragged and fucked out, tipped him over the edge. 

his hips stuttered, balls slapping harshly against you, and he blew his load into the condom as he let out this beautiful wrecked noise. all for you. 

you were latched onto him, holding him for dear life as you both panted loudly into each others necks. 

the next few moment were cloudy, sweaty, slow. he kissed your neck, brushed the hair out of your face as he slowly left your hole. he tied off the condom quickly, throwing it out and grabbing a water bottle for you from his fridge. he settled back down next you, planting soft kisses against your shoulder as you took a sip of the cool liquid. 

your legs shook slightly, still overstimulated and he mentioned this, a little smile on his face. 

“yeah well,” you started, “the best sex of your life will do that to you.” 

“me? the best?” he questioned, shocked. 

you raised an eyebrow at him. “don’t act like you don’t know how you just made me feel,” you said, laughing. “magic dick or something.” you paused. “your powers got something to do with that?”

he laughed out loud and it felt so normal. the two of you naked, laughing, blushing, happy. 

he looked at you seriously, “you know i was being honest when i said all that stuff right?” he questioned. he looked a little bit nervous. 

“i want you to be my girl y/n.” 

your heart squeezed and you kissed him. 

“i think we can arrange that.” 

you knew you could get used to that, and you did. many more hazy nights were spent wrapped in his covers with loving touches and meaningful words. 

ty for reading <3 masterlist

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[velvrei]

xavier thorpe headcannons (nsfw)

pairings : xavier thorpe x dom!reader

warnings : smut, filth, mentions of choking, slapping, sub!xavier, nsfw headcannons <3

nsfw below the cut .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

-this man is obviously a switch. (but mostly a sub)

-when he doms it’s soft and he can’t seem to take himself seriously

-when he subs the sex is better, and it turns him on the fact that such a beautiful woman chose him to dominate

-he seems like the type to have a sex playlist made before you even start talking

-he is very whiny and needy

-“please, baby, i need you. so bad”

-if you had a hand kink, he would do anything he could to purposely tease you

-he loves teasing, and would definitely tease you whenever he got the chance

-and if you said something about the teasing he’d play dumb and act totally oblivious

-“stop, xavi,”

-“stop what, my love?”

-“stop teasing,”

-“i’m not teasing baby.”

-and he damn well was he just likes making you both sexually and mentally frustrated

-his kinks would definitely include choking, being dominated, and/or slight pain. i can see slapping but nothing too extreme.

-he’d also love being tied up and being used completely by his dom

-he loves your voice and how it sounds. especially the words that come out of it when he’s being dominated

-he loves praise and degradation, but mostly praise because he feels so loved and so turned on at the same time.

“that’s it, xavi, you’re doing so well. pretty boy, taking me so well,” as you panted out of breath he released a long string of pathetic sounds and whimpers, “oh my god, please say that again.”

“you’re so pretty, xavier. my pretty boy,”

“holy fuckkkkk”

-he adores everything about you, so it makes him feel so much better when you say things like that because it always means so much coming from you

-he is so needy he whines at fucking anything. pull his hair, touch him slightly, run your nails along his back, he’s gonna whine and it’s gonna end in him getting off sooner or later

-he definitely loves hair pulling. if you pull his hair he will moan, loud, and will ask you to do it again

-the pain goes right to his dick and it makes it throb every time

-he would absolutely love your thighs

-he’d wanna lay on them, fuck them, kiss them, mark them, bite them, anything he possibly could

-he loves leaving marks on your body

-xavier isn’t the most confident guy, so he relies on marks to show off what’s his, even if it’s just a simple neck or breast hickey.

-he can never focus when you’re around

-even just at the thought of you he can never function properly

-he’d be drawing in one of his classes and then his mind would wonder to the thought of you riding him on a bench

-he loves daydreaming. whether it’s you sucking him off, him giving you head or getting you off on his fingers

-whatever it is it’s absolutely filthy and the thoughts always pop up in his head at the worst times

-not very big on nicknames toward him

-unless it’s pretty boy/my boy

-it makes him feel so submissive and useless and he loves it

-he loves calling you nicknames. my love, baby, babe, mommy, pretty girl, whatever leaves his needy mouth

-if you ever let him fuck your face, he would instantly fold.

“mmm” you spoke, the tip of xavi’s dick hitting the back of your sore throat, his hands tangled into your hair as he thrusted in and out of your mouth. “shit, shit, shut, fuck, fuck, fuck!” he couldn’t control himself, you were just too good at this.

“baby, please, please, take me there, fuck, this feels so good” his voice was hoarse and his expression read fucked out. you felt his dick twitch in your mouth so you stopped your movement and sucked the living soul out of him. he practically screamed when he came, the euphoric feeling washed over him as spurts of hot cum shot into your warm mouth.

“oh, fuck, i can’t, it’s too good,”

-he also loves being overstimulated or edged.

-if you edge him he will beg and beg, but he enjoys the fact he can be needy around you so he secretly loves it

-overstimulation is his overall favorite thing.

-if you make him come multiple times in a row without stopping, he’s going to be absolutely fucked out.

-feeling that way made him feel so much better about himself because it brought him back to the fact that such a beautiful woman was the one who sucked the soul and come out of him.

-when he gets boners he cannot handle them correctly, it’s hard to hide so he has to run to the bathroom no matter what he’s doing and has to get himself off

-one time he was in class, began daydreaming, got a boner and had to quickly leave to go to the bathroom.

-that ended up with him jerking off to a polaroid picture of you he had in his wallet, you were in a bikini and he couldn’t help but be a pervert

-let’s just say he had to clean off the picture once he was finished

this was so fun to write lmk if y’all want more of these bc this was my fav thing ever

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[peachywritesstuff]

Smile for the camera.

Ghostface!Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

Summary: The murder of Tyler was the first of many in Jericho.

Warning: established relationship,dead bodies,attemped sexual assault, stalking,descriptions of how someone was murdered,reader witnesses a murder, ooc Rowan? Rowan didn't get killed by the Hyde for plot reasons. Not fully proof-read.

Notes: Haven't watched Wednesday but I have read enough Xavier Thorpe fanfics to know the plotline and I'm saying to hell with it and writing for Xavier cuz this man has me in a chokehold. Excuse any typos and grammar errors

Word Count:1.8k

Tyler Galpin was found dead this morning.

The news was spreading around like wildfire at Nevermore for 2 reasons. One, he was the sheriff’s son, and two this was the first real crime that Jericho has had in years. The way Tyler was murdered somehow got released to the public and….it was horrifying. His eyes were cut out, a part of his tongue was too, small deep cuts were found all over his body, his throat was slit so deep that the bone from his spine was starting to show, and a smile was craved onto his face. It was so awful.

You couldnt believe it. You had just seen him the day before when you and Enid went out to Jericho for coffee. You didn’t know the guy and only spoke a total of 10 words to him but it just felt so unreal since you had seen him the day before and he was perfectly fine. It reminded you that anything can happen.

“The killer wanted him to suffer,” Wenesday said nonchalantly. Overhearing Enid and you talking about Tyler’s murder as she was typing. “They wanted him to die and slow agonizing, and painful death.” She turned around in her chair to face you. “I’m almost impressed with how well the killer pulled it off. Almost.” She turned back around and continued typing.

Tyler’s funeral was a week later, with a closed casket of course. You went to it out of respect and your boyfriend Xavier went too. Which surprised you, since knowing the past between the two. As the casket was lowered to the ground, the sound of the sheriff’s cries and wails rang loud across the cemetery. You leaned your head on Xavier’s arm and he wrapped his arm around you putting a loving kiss on your forehead and rubbing your arm in a calming manner.

You just so happened to miss the smirk that appeared on his face.

————

You thought that after the murder of Tyler it would stop. But it’s has been weeks since then, and more murders were happening and there was not one single clue who could’ve done it. It was almost like the killer disappeared right after committing the murder. Students at Nevermore gave the killer a name.

They called him Ghostface.

You began to worry for your boyfriend, him going out into his art shed and coming back when the sun was long gone scared you. You didn’t want the man you love to see become the next victim. It didn’t help that you felt like you were being watched everywhere you go. Notes starting appearing at your dorm and Enid-even Wednesday became concerned when the notes came with pictures. Pictures of you. One could be of you just chilling in the quad or you and Xavier kissing. The one that freaked you out the most was one of you getting out the shower. This continued for days and you had made Enid and Wednesday swear not to tell anybody. Even Xavier.

You became scared and terrified. You clinged onto Xavier more then you used too, you refused to go anywhere by yourself, hell you were even scared to even sleep by yourself. Xavier was very observant, he knew something was wrong. He noticed how your eyes kept scanning the crowd, how you refused to go anywhere by yourself, how you would grip on his hand a little tighter and cling to him more than usual.

It wasn’t until Xavier finally confronted you about it that you just broke down and started telling him everything. The creepy,notes,the pictures,everything. You sobbed into your boyfriends chest as he rocked you side to side whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

“I will kill the son of a bitch when I find out who he is.” He muttered into your hair. You could of swore that he sounded so eerily serious. His tone changed from the sweet loving one you always known, into something dark and chilling. Something that was so unlike of Xavier to sound like.

But you thought nothing of his comment. Too busy sobbing into your boyfriends chest worrying that maybe your stalker was the killer murdering all these people.

Maybe

————

Thankfully, the creepy notes and pictures stopped appearing at your dorm door after your breakdown with Xavier. Since then, Xavier started walking you to your dorm every night, he never left your side unless you wanted him to, and he would scan the crowd like a hawk, itching to find anything weird. With Xavier around you felt safer and less paranoid. Well, as less paranoid and scared as you can get with the killer still roaming around.

You even felt comfortable walking by yourself to your classes after a couple of days. So here you were, walking to Xavier’s art shed in broad daylight. School bag clutched to your back as you made haste to Xavier’s art shed.

Crutch.

The sound of a stick breaking caused you to turn around in a hurry. You looked around and no one was in sight. Great, of course, it is your luck that something happens to you when you were alone. You weren't far from Nevermore, it was still in sight so nothing can happen right? Nobody is that stupid to do something in broad daylight. You slowly reached for your taser while your eyes surveyed the area. You slowly continued walking with your hand clutched inside your jacket pocket and holding your taser with a tight grip.

Footsteps behind you continued. Getting faster as you walk faster. You turned your taser on and turned around, ready to tase the everloving shit out of whoever was following you.

A yelp and a thud came as you tazed the air threateningly. The person’s stuff was scattered all over the ground

Your mouth was a gap as you got a clear face of the person under the hood.

“Rowan?” You exhaled “You scared the shit out of me.” You let out a relieved sigh at the sight of Xavier’s roommate. You offered him an arm and helped him to his feet. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, I just needed to talk to you about something.” You sighed. Bending down to help gather his stuff.

“Well, you could have shouted my name like a normal person.?I mean, Jesus Christ Rowan I could’ve tased your dick or something” He frantically bent down and started gathering his belongings. In his panic more stuff began to fall out. He cursed under his breath

A camera and a few polaroid pictures fell out. Pictures of you. All kinds of pictures of you, Some of the wear you were half naked.

Your heart dropped as you held one in your hand. You slowly stood up and made eye contact with Rowan. He started shaking his head

“Y/n I can explain-”

“Explain what? that you were the one that’s been fucking stalking me?!” You looked down at the remaining pictures that were on the forest ground. Rowan tried to walk closer to you but you took a big step back. “You stay the fuck away from me!” You shouted. He didn’t listen, he walked closer to you while he was frantically trying to explain his infatuation with you.

“I said stay the fuck away from me!” You sprayed the pepper spray in his eyes. He fell down to the ground and cried out in pain. You wasted no time in running back to Nevermore not stopping once to look behind you. A sharp tug caused you to trip and you screamed when you were dragged back to Rowan. Who abandoned his glasses and had a dark look in red bloodshot eyes. You couldn't move, held down by Rowan's gift and you could only watch in horror as he stood over you.

“You fucking bitch.” Rowan’s eyes filled with anger. You continued to struggle against the invisible hold. Screaming out for someone, anybody hoping that they can hear you. Rowan backhanded you sending your head to the side and your right cheek was left stinging and your lip bleeding. You continued to scream out for help and he slapped you again.

“Shut up!” He shouted at you. And in response, you spit in his face. “Fuck you.” He wiped the spit off his face and let out a dark chuckle. “This why I like you” He started. He bent down and unzipped your jacket and ripped open your shirt revealing your bra. Rowan grabbed his camera and started taking pictures.

“You’re so feisty,” Another flash from his camera. “I can handle you better than Xavier can. I can treat you better.” You started sobbing. Feeling so helpless and defeated.

Rowan’s blood splashed onto your face and stomach and you let out a blood-curdling scream. The invisible hold on you was gone and you scrambled away from Rowan who was now choking on his blood. You sat against a tree looking to the source of Rowan’s current predicament.

And you saw the killer.

He wore all black and his face was covered with a mask that looked like a ghost. They towered over Rowan who was still choking on his blood. The knife was deep into Rowan’s stomach and they twisted the knife deep into his gut before pulling it out. Rowan collapsed to the ground and weakly dragged himself away. The killer tilted their head. Walking ever so slowly to Rowan, who was still weakly dragging himself on the ground.

You could only watch as the killer got out a camera of their own and got onto Rowan's back and yanking his head back and flashing a picture. They rolled Rowan onto his back and he began screaming as the killer began stabbing him multiple times. Rowan’s pleas reached deaf ears as the killer began stabbing him faster and harder than before, never once stopping.

You sat there shaking like a leaf sobbing hysterically. Covering your ears at the sound of Rowan’s screams mixed with him choking on his own blood, and the mush sounds of the knife coming in contact with Rowan’s intestines. His screams died down and nothing was heard other than your hysteric sobs. The killer stood up

The killer took off their mask with their back facing you and you stopped breathing. You recognize that head of hair and that back anywhere. But you were in denial, you refused to believe it. There was no way that was him. It couldn’t be. The killer slowly turned his body around finally facing you making eye contact.

As much as you want to be in denial, it was loud and clear. Your sweet loving boyfriend Xavier Thorpe is the killer. The notorious Ghostface.

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[i4thorpe]

Y/n: you'll never shut up?

xavier: ajax?

ajax: well, acording to this science study named "xavier needs a kiss from y/n to shut up", he'll not.

xavier: you heard him. it's science.

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[rafesangel]

What about Xavier spoiling TF out of reader because he’s from a rich family? Like giving her really nice jewellery and clothes and whatnot. And people genuinely think she must be some sort of siren or something because how else could she possibly have the standoffish liner Thorpe wrapped around her finger? And reader’s literally hanging off of Xavier and giving him so many kisses and they’re both just soft for each other.

MY GIRL

yall do such good requests oml

feel free to do (more) requests!

i know they don’t have these really expensive stores in Jericho but just imagine they do

summary : ^^

Pairings : Rich!bf!Xavier x Gf!fem!reader

Warnings : pet names, overall just fluff

“Xavi, stopp!” I giggled as Xavier was placing soft kisses all over my face “sorry baby i just adore your face so much” he placed a last kiss on my lips and wrapped his warm arms around me, i rest my head on his chest and he starts playing with my hair.

“We should go shopping baby” he suggested, but i refused. “No Xavi, you already spent way to much money on me last week.” He widened his eyes and said “so what, i love to spoil you baby” I rolled my eyes at his answer “okay, but this the last time, okay?!”

He nodded and we stood up to get ready to go shopping, i showered, he showered after me. I was putting on my clothes and some jewelry.

“You look amazing baby” Xavier said as he was done with everything and put his creditcard in his pocket. “Okay lets go before i change my mind Xavi” he chuckled and we walked out off his dorm.

As we arrived to Jericho , Xavier immediately walked into a Jewelry Store, “Xav, slow down!” I almost yelled, but we already entered the store.

“Baby, do you think this is pretty?” He said looking at a Dior necklace “Yeah, but-“ he cut me off by grabbing the necklace and walking away, to a shelf stuffed with perfume.

“Xavi you know you don’t have to buy me all thi-“ he cut me off again by saying “i do, thats my job baby” i rolled my eyes and smelled the perfume he was holding. “Do you like it baby?” he asked and i nod. “Great, i love you baby” he said as we walked to the cash register “yeah i can see that..” I mumbled under my breath.

“That will be.. $640 dollars!”

my eyes widened and grabbed Xaviers arm “what wrong dear?” He asked me “Xavi, please don’t spend your money on me, its so much!” I told him, but he didn’t listen. We walked out of the shop but suddenly we stopped.

“Baby?” I looked up at him as he continued talking, “you know, you really don’t have to worry about me spending so much money on you, my family’s very rich.. my dad even gave me permission to spend so much money on you!! So.. you can tell me everything you want, ill get it for you” he smiled and i blushed.

“Well.. I really want new shoes..” i said while looking down at my feet, suddenly he pulled me against him and i looked up to him. “Shoes? Just shoes.. tell me more baby! Do you want new clothes, new make-up?” He chuckled.

“Well lets just walk into some stores and we’ll see then yeah dear?” He asked me “yeah sure Xavi” “well lets go baby!” He pulled out of the long and warm hug and we wandered into a shoe store

“Okay baby , just tell me which shoes you like okay?” I nodded and started looking around.

“Xavi!!” I almost shouted him over showing him the shoes

“wow baby these are very pretty!!” He said and gave me a kiss, “you done in here?” He asked and i nodded, we payed and left.

AFTER SHOPPING

“Baby i love you so much, you don’t know” he said before entering the quad. He wanted to hold my hand but my hands were full of bags, the door opened loudly and eyes were all over us, Xavier put his arm around my waist.

i saw Ajax and Enid, with Wednesday wandering behind them, coming up to us. “Oh. My. God. Y/N i love your nails! And your earrings, and outfit- ugh what am i saying, love everything on you!!”

“Well lets see what Xavier bought you mhm?” Ajax said sarcastically, but enid was close to peeking into the bags. “Baby, you can go, show Enid what your Amazing boyfriend bought you while shopping” he smirked as i rolled my eyes

“Bye Xavi, see you tonight” i gave him a last kiss and ran off with enid.

(Some things he bought you) :

Shoes, jewelry, sunglasses, clothes, makeup, lingerie, skincare products.

“Omg! Y/N, you’re so lucky, you must love him do you?” Enid asked you, and you nodded,

You loved him.

And he loved you.

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[alm0ndla1t]

༘⋆ - YOU’VE GOT MAIL.

༘⋆ FT :: xavier thorpe x fem!addams!reader

༘⋆ TW :: mentions of the word ‘dead’ once, angsty content (??). some lines from the show are used

༘⋆ SYNOPSIS :: you did your all to hide xavier’s parting gift from your family. who would’ve thought the object of your desire would become known to them so soon…

⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

I get caught red handed as the foreign, high-pitched sound of a message notification fills in the pause of a family discussion during dinner. I freeze, accepting my fate as the center of attention as we sit in dead silence. I always liked my solitude and the quiet, let alone words and things beginning with ‘dead’, but this one was making me nauseous, and not in a good way. This is where it ends. What a drag. The taste of my favorite dish or my father’s neverending stories of his years at Nevermore could not have made it up to the void I felt inside of me.

I slide my right hand into my pocket slowly and imperceptibly, disabling the sound of my phone. I see a familiar contact name as my phone screen lights up. Xavier. Of course it has to be him. Oh the place and time. Brushing off the brim of emotions that overwhelms me, I take the knife and the fork back in my shaky hands and force out a few words of explanation that my parents deserve.

“My apologies, perhaps bringing a phone to a family function wasn’t the best idea. Will note for next time” I end up murmuring indistinctly with a fake smile, looking down at my plate in humiliation. My eyes then anxiously wander across the room, examining my family’s faces. Everyone is eyeing me back in utter confusion. That, however, doesn’t stop my mom from engaging into the conversation furthermore, as she puts the napkin back on her lap.

“Y/n, darling,” she said softly. “Would you mind explaining how you happen to possess the soul-sucking electronic device of meaningless affirmation in the first place?”

The question was expected and I should’ve came prepared - no one in the house knew about Xavier’s thoughtful gift to me, except for Wednesday, of course. The alien and humbling feeling of excitement, mixed with admiration, has overfilled me to the point where confessing to my sister on the spot was inevitable. The timing was especially right, as next came the unsettling messages from our stalker that we’re yet to decode.

“It was a parting gift from my friend when I left Nevermore for this winter break” I clarify blandly, making eye contact with my mother. My train of thought, which was more a contemplation of my eventful life anyway, was cut off by a voice at the end of the table.

“Does the friend in question happen to be the handsome young man from that one time at the Nightshade library?” Uncle Fester asks frisky and somewhat mockingly, stuffing his mouth with salad.

I am in the beam of spotlight once again as the family is left on a cliffhanger. Hurts to admit, I overreacted. This is where it ends. My ego are pride are shattered in a million pieces. Who knew that the terrible loss of a subjective self-identity of a heartless, disastrous hellbound teenage girl would come so soon.

Hastily picking up the food on my plate with a fork, I utter the following in a grumbly indistinct manner, trying hard not to blush. “Yes, it was him.”

My parents meet each others gazes as they smile. They let me rest from the discussion for half a minute, murmuring sweet nothings to one another, and just when I begin to think my blaze of glory is finally over, my mom picks the conversation up again.

“So, mind telling us more about it? What is his name?”

“Xavier Thorpe.” Wednesday shot back before I was even able to respond. Perhaps the complete disgust of the ongoing discussion has pushed her to my rescue, hoping to end this nightmare as soon as possible.

My mother hums in approval and continues the love interest trivia, raising her brow. “He’s Vincent Thorpe’s son, isn’t he?”

“Wait, what?!” Pugsley says at the edge of his seat, excited from overhearing his favorite psychic’s name.

“Yes, yes he is. I am not sure as of where me and Xavier stand and I would appreciate it if you give me some time before we talk about this again” I let out a sigh as I finally say what’s been on my mind. “For now, excuse me, I have to go. Thank you for a wonderful meal.”

I get up and make my way upstairs, to find some peace and quiet in my bedroom. Laying on my back and staring at the ceiling in complete despair, I pull out the phone from my pocket after some time, checking the messages.

“Hey! I was thinking of asking you out for coffee, how does that sound?”

I am doomed. So doomed.

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[satuguro]

Omg after reading part v and Xavier’s promise offer to patch y/n up quietly whenever she needs —and all its deeper meaning—I’d love your head cannons on Xavier having a bad mental health day (per Xavier’s mention in the show that he struggles with his mental health and his dad wants him to keep it secret) and !valkyrie reader making a similar offer. 💜

✧*ೃ࿐ TONGUES & TEETH HEAD CANNONS

[ INTERLUDE II: FOR HIS BAD DAYS ]

xavier thorpe x valkyrie! reader

#CONTAINS— fluff, angst

#AUTHORSNOTE— i'm writing pt. 6 of tongues and teeth rn, but this request is so dear to my heart cause i struggle with mental health almost every day. thank you sm for requesting this xx

— both you and xavier have had a history of neglect and trauma regarding your parents, so that means that bad mental health days happen.

— you don’t get to help him on his bad mental health days prior to the relationship, and vice versa. it takes a lot of trust for you both to fully let people see those sides of you.

— that doesn’t mean that you or xavier don’t see when the other is struggling with their emotions. like that one scene i wrote where xavier says, “take your time,” is an example of the subtle ways he’d help.

— but that shared hardship with emotions also means that both of you can read each other like a book; you both notice the slight changes in mood or when each other’s social battery decreases. it’s something that takes a lot of work from the both of you, but you make it work.

you moved your head to the other side of the pillow, groggy eyes adjusting to the soft light that was emitted from the side table.

xavier’s lips were in a permanent frown as he drew on his sketchbook, his knees pulled up to allow him to prop his art on it. his pencil moved on the paper, the soft scratches dragging you further away from your exhaustion.

“you’re awake,” you said, seeking his close presence as you moved to lay close to him. the sleepiness in your eyes melted when you saw the turmoil in his green eyes. the lack of response only furthered your worry for him. “xavier,” you said softly, sitting up and holding his arm gently, pausing his drawing.

xavier said nothing as he put his pencil down reluctantly. he looked at you, his eyes softening ever so slightly at your pleading eyes. he knew he should talk to you when he had moments like this. moments where he felt as though nothing was going right, as though what he was doing could never be good enough for anyone.

but then he felt you squeeze his arm three times for those three words you’ve said to him over and over, and he found himself spilling his thoughts out to you. and you were so happy to soak everything up.

— you're really cautious about giving him advice during his bad mental health days. you know more than anyone that having someone to listen and comfort you can help just as much as solutions.

— but that doesn’t mean that you both won’t give each other advice when the other asks.

— it took a while for the two of you to work out how to help each other out during bad mental health days. both of your were so used to dealing it on your own that it was hard to actually address it with the other person.

— but it was you that made an indirect promise to him when he finally spoke to you.

the sound of his father's party was merely a muffle as you brought xavier to the balcony. you could feel the quickening of his pulse under your fingertips and how his skin was clammy; he was hyperventilating, the words of his father circulating in his head like a mantra.

how could someone be so degrading about their own son purely for the laughter of others? to speak so lowly of someone they were supposed to care for and raise?

"hey." you looked at him, your hand being the only form of physical contact with him as your worried face studied his.

xavier wasn't having a panic attack, you knew that. but you knew that he couldn't be in that environment for any longer than he was, for as you looked at his misty eyes and frowning brows, his quivering lip and how he sucked it between his teeth to try and keep it in, you wanted to cry with him.

"breathe with me, okay?" you placed his hand on your chest as you breathed rhythmically, allowing the fresh air to fill your lungs and exit slowly. xavier could only follow you, his eyes still threatening to spill over with tears as every exhale he let out shook with his emotions.

if he wasn't xavier's father, you would have burned him to the ground. xavier could see the anger you hid behind your worry, how he knew you would have easily demanded an apology from his father if you didn't know any better.

"do you want to talk about it?" you asked softly as his breathing slowed, your hands cupping his face. your thumbs brushed away the tears that spilled over his cheeks so gently, as though you were afraid that you would break him.

xavier could only shake his head. the possibility of being interrupted by his father was far too high for his liking; if he ever saw xavier like this, he would be forced to return to the party almost immediately. he'd have to get himself together. "'m sorry you have the burden of seeing me like this." he almost winced at how much of his father's words he heard in his sentence.

you pressed a kiss to his forehead as he sniffled, your head moving down to press your foreheads together. you took his hands into yours and thumb ran along his knuckles. "it's never a burden— not if it's you. never, if it's you."

— sometimes xavier does have to stop you from starting a fight with his father. it's a given, considering you're so fiercely protective of him and so accustomed to violence. but xavier kind of likes it because he's always been the one that was overprotective of others, not the other way around.

— xavier also has a really bad sleeping schedule; it gets worse during bad mental health days. you like staying up with him; not to talk to him all the time, but because you don't want him to feel like he's alone in his father's house again, dealing with his emotions without the presence of another.

— but you know how to get him back to bed when it's way too late in the night for him to be awake.

you heard him tap his paintbrush against his jar of turpentine three times quick. the rain rolled outside his dorm room, the droplets hitting the window violently. but while the night was violent and harsh, your lover's brush strokes were soft as he worked on his painting.

he had been quiet for most of the day. there was no particular reason for it— he didn't need a reason for it. sometimes that was just how he felt, and you understood that. he didn't feel like there was anything to talk about, only murmuring that he was simply feeling down and that talking felt too exhausting.

but as the clock flashed 3:32, you knew it was time to drag him to bed.

you wrapped the blanket around yourself as you stood up. your feet made small sounds on the floor as you approached him with the blanket dragging on the floor behind you. gently, you laid your forehead on his back, feeling his muscles relax under your touch. his chest vibrated as he hummed in acknowledgement.

xavier turned to look behind him, the shadow of sadness on his face lightening up at the feeling of your touch. "hi," he managed to say, his voice quiet as he gave you a small smile that took up a majority of his energy. he was exhausted— mentally and physically —from everything, but couldn't bring himself to be under the covers just yet. he felt guilty for being so down all day without reason; he felt bad that you had to deal with him.

"it's 3:32."

"i can see that," xavier responded, turning back to his work. the shuffling of the blanket was followed by your blanketed arms wrapping around his middle. his gaze softened, his arm falling down to put his paintbrush away.

“come to bed with me, xavier.” the request come out softly, your words nothing short of hopeful and worried. you were reaching out to him, calling for him and expecting him to answer. for him to take your hand or answer your call with his own.

in the end, he always returned to you. he always gave in, not because he was tired or because he was annoyed, but because it was you. he always gave in if it was for you.

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