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summary in which some friends with benefits are meant to be more
warnings friends with benefits, jealously, smut [rough sex, unprotected piv (don’t try this at home),
request Omg okay so this is the most specific request ever but I love your writing and can’t stop thinking about this concept! So they’re all on summer vacation, and Xavier gets a fwb (reader) to try and get over Wednesday (they aren’t a normie), then Xavier goes back to Nevermore, reader goes to visit him one weekend, meet Wednesday and gets super jealous, but then it ends in fluff and/or smut, where Xavier says he doesn’t like Wednesday anymore cos he’s into you 😫😳 -anon
i no longer support percy hynes white and i do not write for xavier thorpe anymore.
a/n not going to lie, it’s a little confusing. but it was too good to pass up. i decided to change it a little bit, but i hope you (lovely anon) still like it! i must admit this ended up way longer than i expected, i got a little carried away.
it’s safe to say you had a fun summer. a messy situation with xavier turned into a messy situationship.
xay, one of your best friends, somehow turned into your friend with benefits. a one time thing turned into a one, two, maybe ten, fifteen, time thing. no one fucked like xavier thorpe. no one knew you like xavier thorpe.
ajax, the only other person who knew about your fling, kept telling you that xavier was using you. to get over wednesday addams. maybe you knew that too, but xay was good at hiding it.
until fall came around.
your bi-nightly hookups quickly turned into weekly. xavier found himself always occupied, usually with Ms. Addams. you felt like maybe you didn’t have a right to be upset. but you also knew that you felt so much more between you two, more than just sex.
xay 11:27 pm
wanna come by?
you were honestly surprised, seeing this text pop up on your phone. you wanted to say no. you just about did
y/n 11:28 pm
why don’t you ask wednesday instead?
you knew it wasn’t right. to be petty. you didn’t have the right to be mad, right?
xay 11:31 pm
come over here so i can fix your attitude
you hesitated. but you can’t say no to xavier anyway. so within the next few minutes you were sneaking into the artists dorm room.
“you came,” he said, smiling. you didn’t reply, but instead, you walked over to xavier’s tall frame.
you wanted to ignore it. the way you knew he had feelings for wednesday. get this over with and go.
so, you wasted no time feelings under his shirt. kissing his neck and collarbones. tugging at his hair the way he liked. he didn’t complain, undressing you to your bra and underwear and pushing you flat onto the bed.
when it came to xavier, it didn’t take much to get that familiar pool between you thighs.
“xavier, just fuck me,” you said, waiting more impatiently than ever.
“needy.”
nonetheless, your underwear was discarded with haste, in a pile with your other clothes. xavier removed his own clothes and aligned himself with your entrance.
he bottomed out in you with one quick motion, making you both groan.
while letting you adjust, xavier thought it appropriate to say,
“you’re mine, y’know? i don’t care about her as anything more than a friend.”
you scoffed, “prove it.”
he scoffed too, almost mimicking you. he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back into you abruptly. you opened your mouth to scream, and he didn’t hesitate to bring his hand to you mouth. his other hand was on your hip, keeping you realícele still while he slammed into you ruthlessly.
he found a quick pace that had your eyes rolling back within seconds. every thrust hit your g spot and made your screams and whines louder.
“fuck,” he said through strained lips, “feel so good wrapped around me, baby.”
you started to feel the haze come over you, getting lost in his voice and his movement. your name sounded so good falling from his lips.
his hand came away from your mouth, down to rub his name into your clit.
without his hand covering you, your cries were no longer muffled. you didn’t bother trying to hide them, it felt so good.
“i hope she comes down here and hears you,” he whispered into your ear, “how pretty you get for me.”
the room was filled with mixed smells and sounds. you were begging and pleading with him, for what, you don’t know. sweat poured down both of your faces while xavier rut into you, kissed you, groped you. touched you any way he could.
“god, i need you so bad,” he’d said, gripping your hips so you could meet him with his hits.
that band in your stomach was tightening and tears were forming in your eyes. you hair was surely ruined by now, your hips and neck probably bruised from xavier’s handling of you.
“xay,” you whined for the unpteenth time this evening, “so good- feels so good, pretty boy.”
“mhmmm- you were made for me-“
your breathing was shallow and short, almost synchronized with him.
“please, xay. please, please, please,” you were whining. begging, for something you knew you’d get. were about to get.
“i know, angel. let go, it’s okay,” he said. his strokes were getting sloppier and slightly slower. he was chasing his own release.
like he was gospel, you body reacted with his words. something beautiful washed over you. he wiped the few tears that stained your face, and let himself calm down.
his found a new, easier rhythm. with just a few thrusts, he was shooting his cum over your stomach, loving the little mess he made on you.
he cleaned you up, like he always did. gave you new clothes. you got up to leave quicker than normal, without an extra word.
“don’t go,” he said, following after you and reaching for your hips again (he quickly let go and giggled as you winced). “i meant what i said. i’m over her. i want you.”
“let’s lay down,” you said. you were both gleaming as you laid down next to each other. you talked everything out and then went to sleep in each other’s arms.
summary in which a “fool-proof” set up leads to a first kiss.
warnings first kiss. fluff. friends to lovers.
i no longer support percy hynes white and i do not write for xavier thorpe anymore.
Enid and Ajax have been clearly flirting. though they will deny it to god’s end, it’s obvious. they clearly have feelings for one another, wednesday even said that thing overheard them talking about it. they just won’t admit it to their friends.
however, enid and ajax would say the same about you and xavier.
even so, you and xavier came up with a fool proof plan. right in the doorway of his room, xavier placed mistletoe.
enid and ajax loved these kinds of cliches, as did you. hence the idea. all you had to do was get them to stand under it, and they’d kiss. they’d excuse it as “rules are rules.”
the pair of you were sitting on xavier’s bed, waiting for the others to arrive. you laid under his arm, scrolling through his phone extremely comfortably. you were really warm and safe there. xavier always made you feel that way.
there was a firm knock on the door, in a rhythm unmistakable to be wednesday.
you opened the door, and she was alone, staring directly at the green and red spring taped to the wood.
“mistletoe?”
“you enid and ajax, obviously,” xavier said, mocking her crude tone. wednesday peered up at him, looking more annoyed than usual, and walked in.
“seems good enough. enid definitely is the type to do that.”
you agreed, and went back to scrolling with xavier while wednesday read her notes from her most recent mystery.
the next knock was undeniably ajax. you, wednesday, and xavier all exchanged similar looks before you and the artist jumped up to the door.
you laughed as you both reached for the door handle, standing side by side. after a bit of silent bickering, xavier let you open the door and leaned against your back.
enid and ajax were standing scarily close to one another out in the hall. xavier had his goofy smile on his face, standing directly in the door.
you stood closer to him, still not letting the other couple in.
you hadn’t really thought this plan through.
“hey, mistletoe!” enid said, pointing directly above your heads.
you almost think you heard wednesday laugh.
“rules are rules,” ajax said. “gotta kiss, bros.”
you and xavier exchanged another look. you couldn’t tell if he wanted to laugh or cry, but he leaned into your ear.
“is that okay?” he asked, loud enough for only you two to hear.
“rules are rules, right?”
you back away slightly, enough for to bring your lips to xavier’s.
electricity coursed through your veins. your lips felt like puzzle pieces together. he tasted really nice, warm.
his hands found your hips quickly, and yours went to the nape of him neck and into his hair.
you don’t know how long you’d been standing there, but it must’ve been an embarrassingly long time.
“guys.”
xavier pulled away, “shit sorry, come in guys.”
enid giggled, slipping between the pair of you with ajax’s wrist in her hand.
xavier went to close the door and his arm flew around your shoulders like second nature. like they belonged there. he leaned back down,
“maybe what they say about us is right.”
“maybe it is, thorpe,” you said smugly, acting as though you disagreed. despite your tone, you leaned closer to xavier’s frame. “get that smile off of your face, enid.”
request Could you write one with either Xavier or Ajax (I’m not picky and would like to see both scenarios but you can choose who you think would fit best) and Fem reader, the reader and the boy both have a thing for each other and has teased the reader all day. So she goes to her room to try and relieve herself but just can’t and the boy walks in to find her panting and begging to cum and decides to help her? - @ttsbaby01
i no longer support percy hynes white and i do not write for xavier thorpe anymore.
the teasing xavier had in him was insane. it was driving you insane. the touches that were so close to where you needed him and the needy breaths on your neck were too much.
he knew you had a thing for him, he liked to abuse that. you knew he felt the same, you liked to let him abuse what he knew. it was normal for him to tease you, usually not enough to get you riled up.
until today.
everything he did felt oh-so extreme. those little touches left imaginative flames on your body. every enunciated word he spoke seemed to out a vision in your mind of him filling you to the brim, like he was implanting it there. his smirks drew out the blood in your cheeks every time.
the second you got to your dorm, your pants and underwear found the floor and your body was plowed into bed. you needed to alleviate everything from the day.
your fingers quickly found your swollen clit, a familiar spot. not surprised to find yourself practically dripping with everything, you went to work.
rubbing circles into your most sensitive, needy area, and trying to hush the moans spilling from your lips, everything was coming together. imagining xavier taking your place and talking to you while he brought you to the best orgasm of your life.
“xay,” you whined to yourself, maybe too loud, “please, let me cum. xavi, please-“
“yes, princess? oh-“
you jumped up and threw your blanket over your bottom half. “shit, xavier! knock!”
“well, i did,” he said, and you could see his eyes darken, “when i heard my name, i just assumed-“
“fuck. you have shit timing.”
“no, no, i think i’m here at just the right time,” he said, reaching for your blanket and smirking in that classically dark way. “let me help you?”
“what? xay- you’re-“
“i’m what, princess? don’t insult me, you know what i just heard.” he’d removed the blanket carefully but quickly and already worked to position himself between your thighs. “do you know how badly i’ve wanted this? to taste you?”
you squirm and start to move around, but he stops you by reaching around your thighs. “if you really don’t want this, say so. i’ll stop.”
“you know i want it.”
“then what am i waiting for?” he asks, moreso to himself, and licks a swift stripe between your folds. you hissed at the feeling, but he groaned.
your hands tugged at his long hair, making him moan into you again. the vibration did nothing but help the sensations his tongue was bringing you. his tongue had easily replaced where your fingers were before as if he knew. he flitted at and suctioned around your bundle, watching what made you react the most. xavier smiled with every movement and sound you made, mumbling things you couldn't recognize against your cunt.
"fuck, xavier," you said as he brought a finger in and out of your entrance. your fingers tightened on his blonde strands, and his movements became stronger. "god, i'm gonna cum."
he nodded against you, maybe because he could feel it. maybe because he wanted you to. either way, you feel a band, tighter than ever before, snap inside your belly. It all washes over you so comfortably but so fast. it's better than ever before.
xavier cleans you up by licking your juices off your thighs and cunt, sweetly, like it needs it.
when he comes up, finally done, and getting ready to get a towel and really clean you up, he's sweaty and pretty. his chin and mouth glisten and he has no care in the world.
"you taste so good, princess. i don't know how i ever went without that."
request okok… so xavier abusing your hand kink/fetish right? what about him shoving his finger down your throat - anon
i no longer support percy hynes white and i do not write for xavier thorpe anymore.
“knees,” xavier said, pressing on your shoulders. you didn’t question, just kneeling for him. you rubbed up and down his thighs, waiting for him.
what you didn’t expect, though, was for him to hold your face. his hand brisked the side of your face and he brought his thumb to your bottom lip.
as you opened your mouth to let his fingers in, he pushed his index and middle finger down your throat. and you loved everything involving his hands, so he was genuinely surprised when you sucked on his fingers.
“oh my god,” he gasped, his own eyes rolling in the back of his head.
needless to say, shoving his fingers down your throat was one of his new favorite things to do.
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warnings post-sex scenario, aftercare, crying, implied subspace (lmk if i need more)
request aftercare with rafe? like they’ve just finished some really rough sex and the reader is crying and rafe is just the sweetest and takes care of her completely? if u cant or don’t want it to it’s okay! - anon
the overstimulation hurt. your body hurt. it was overbearing. you couldn't help the tears from forming in your eyelashes. not particularly because you were upset, but because everything was hurting.
"princess?" rafe questioned, walking into the bedroom with a warm towel for you. "what's wrong?"
still hazy and lost, you didn't- couldn't- say much. you looked at him with glassy eyes, just waiting. he carefully wiped down your legs and belly with the rag, touching as slowly as he could. maintaining eye contact with you, watching your every movement, making sure the cloth was hurting you worse.
"it hurts, doesn't it, baby?" you nodded. he climbed into the bed with you, keeping a hand on your chin before kissing you gently. "i know, i'm sorry. it'll get better."
you curled into his touch, wanting only something sweet and gentle. he wrapped his arms around your figure, kissing the top of your head.
"'re'you cold?" he asked, realizing you were still naked. you nodded shortly again, and he let go of you to get you some clothes. specifically your favorite shirt of his, some soft, comfortable underwear, and some shorts. "you did amazingly, my love. and you're so beautiful. make me feel so good."
you smiled a small smile, looking up at him while he helped you put on your new clothes. his fingers lightly touched your brown and blue spots, likely to be tattooed on your body for a few days. he kissed them as lightly as he could, knowing too much pressure would hurt.
"i love you so much, princess. you did so good."
"you already said that," you said finally, smiling up at him before getting into bed. "i love you, too."
in such an odd way, i imagine pope being like that one scene from twilight. he starts off so gentle because he knows. HE KNOWS.
- “oh, baby. just a little more.” HES SO SLOW WITH IT AT FIRST.
- “you can do it. you’re doing so good.”
- he’s almost nervous of how rough he could be, could get. imagine if it was your first time with him and he was so scared to hurt you. baby i’m so feral.
- “for your safety, i’ll be gentle” vibes.
- “i cant take my hands off of you. i don’t want to,” neither do i, pope. never take your hands off me.
- he just whispers little things into your ears. both during sex and not. he’s sweet like that.
- pope doesn’t feel like the type to have a d/s dynamic or a desire for one. but he does seem like the type to love praising you. and he likes it rough, just not kinky.
- “you feel so good around me.”
- him moaning your name . (“fuck, y/n.”)
- OH AND THE AFTERCARE. IM SO INSANE FOR THIS MAN.
- “you did so good baby.”
- him bathing you and taking care of you for making him feel so good…
in conclusion, pope heyward is my boyfriend and he owns my heart so i need to write more about him :)!
a/n if i’m thinking correctly this is coming out on thanksgiving. in which case, fuck this holiday but i hope all u americans are eating good and enjoying football. xoxo 🍇
warnings blood/menstruation , period symptoms, sex mentions
request uhg baby, i love ur works. could u maybe do how rafe is on ur period?? like your crampy and uncomfortable so he makes u feel better 💞- anon
a/n thank you for your kind words my love!
he’s so sweet. like. i cant.
he’ll totally buy you all of your favorite foods and be ready to lay in bed with you and watch cheesy movies that he pretends to hate every other week.
“shhh, baby. let me take care of you.”
he likes period sex. someone had to say it. he probably loves the soul tie with it too.
“let me put a baby in you, and you won’t feel like this for some time”
i think rafe would give you a drawer in the beginning of your relationship, but on his own time he keeps it/his bathroom stocked with all of your menstrual needs
he’d also leave work or stop what he was doing to come get you / take care of you (always, but esp when you’re on your period)
he turns into a big baby. solely because he’s almost mimicking you, but he still takes good care of you
rafe is probably slightly grossed out, as most men (🤢) are, but he’s very understanding and tolerant of it. he respects you.
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