Homie Hopper

This is just my pinned post of info for anyone viewing my page :)

I’m 17 (just had a bday 🕺)

I’m aware some people may not be comfortable with my writing. So if you aren’t, just block or click out.

For entertainment purposes

All the characters are aged up!

Tbh, I don’t care who looks at my page or likes my shit. I don’t block people lmao.

2nd Year!Barty who hates everyone in his house except for his 2 friends and you. The two of you being glued side by side for all to see, no one being able to separate the two of you. And anyone who does is lucky to be found and brought to madam Pomfry in the morning.

3rd year!Barty who’s the first to notice that you seemed to have hit puberty over the summer. You had to get new robes because you…grew (in more places than one). Him complementing you and you thought nothing of it because- hey, that’s what best friends do. Right?

4th year!Barty who finally gathers up the courage to ask you to the winter formal but you politely decline him, saying that a Ravenclaw boy had already asked you. He wanted to be mad at you, really he did. But he couldn’t. Not with the way your eyes were filled with what looked like to him, regret and sincerity. Although you did go with him after you heard a nasty rumor about him snogging a Hufflepuff girl last week. He’s also in the infirmary for a broken leg but, there’s no correlation at all…

5th Year!Barty who gains a new sense of boldness with you. His arm is always around your shoulder or sometimes waist. Knees touching whenever you sit down. Hands brushing every-time you walk side by side. On Valentine’s Day, he even decides to give you a peck on the cheek! It was all worth it in his head when you return it back to him; the corner of your lip brushing ever so slightly against his own as you bat your pretty eyelashes at him.

6th year!Barty who contemplates all year about telling you his beliefs of the pureblood supremacy and Voldemorts’ cause, hoping If he did, you’d support him too. But alas, you don’t! When he pulls you to the side before Christmas break to talk, you only eye him with horror before shoving past him, no words spoken. His heart breaks as he sees you wipe tears from your face as your trunk gets further and further away.

7th year!Barty who’s no longer upset about everything, only angry. Angry with you for now ignoring him since last Christmas, refusing to look in his direction or speak to him. How dare you? How could you? After everything he’s done for you? All he thinks about is how ungrateful you are for your 6 and a half years of friendship- almost 2 of blossoming romance. So when he gets the opportunity to find you alone, he seizes it. Grabbing you by the hair and pulling you into a broom closet. With no hesitation, he casts the Imperio curse on you. No one would ever know. Especially not you. What with you following him around like a lost puppy, holding him at any chance, saying how much you missed him and how stupid you were to not agree with him.

YES I DO!

WOOHOOOOO

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No.

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Jester!Xavier who knew you wouldn’t be able to face him the day of the race. Not only out of fear but also competition. And he was right. The moment you stepped out of that tent with your black cat costume on and your eyes met? You were about to pass out. He even had the nerve to come up to you! Smiling and pulling you into a hug to which you shoved him off of.

Jester!Xavier who examines every curve of your costume and the way it hugs your body so nicely. He especially likes the zipper at the back for ‘Easy access’ as he called it.

Jester!Xavier who just cannot take his eyes off of you during the entire race despite you not looking at him once. His head was supposed to be in the game! Not him being in his head! But that didn’t stop him from eyeing you like a piece of meat all throughout the canoeing.

Jester!Xavier who watches you get off the boat to go capture your flag and follows you into the woods without you knowing. He watches you from behind a tree near the crypt. He loved the look of admiration in your eye; You were so close to winning! But he couldn’t let that happen.

Jester!Xavier who makes you scream bloody murder when he grabs you from behind and pushes you into a tree, shushing you and telling you it’s ok. Yet when you open your eyes you only yell louder after examining his makeup. So he shuts you up with a kiss. A forceful one to make you as quiet as possible.

Jester!Xavier who can’t help the way he gets turned on from your crying and fear of him. It definitely isn’t helping when you’re squeezing him so tightly to the point where he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to. Your costume? On the ground at your feet leaving you completely exposed. Your own makeup and skin? Covered in white and red face paint with a mix of hickeys to add some extra color. Eventually your crying did stop and even turned into whimpers of his name.

Knock Knock! (Xavier Thorpe)

TW: Dubcon Touching, Stalking & Vouyerism

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“Xavier, really. You don’t have to do this every-time.” Turning back to face the tall boy, he only smiled at you innocently. “I know. But I want to. That’s what best friends are for right? And with the way that Kent was eyeing you during fencing today? Better safe than sorry.” You pursed your lips, hesitant to take off the rest of your clothes. At first the gesture of Xavier standing guard at the showers was sweet. What with all the drama and violence going on, you appreciated how much he cared to keep you safe. He’d stay there from the moment fencing was over, till the very last strand of your hair was dry. Most days he’d just sit outside the shower wall; Sometimes keeping conversations going with you.

But lately it’s gotten weird? The gesture was no longer considerate or caring. In fact he struck you as sort of creepy. His conversations with you while you washed your hair stopped completely after he opened the shower door causing you to scream bloody murder. Xavier only claimed that you left your shampoo out and he was right. You slammed the door in his face after snatching it from his hands. Things only escalated from then. He’d stare at your half naked body with no shame. Maybe he felt creative and decided to bring his sketchbook with him to make a drawing of you. Last week, you could’ve sworn to god you saw him take a photo of you before you got in. It was just weird to say the least. And it made you feel uncomfortable. But whenever you’d voice your concerns to him, he’d make up some bullshit excuse or tell you he was ‘just looking out for you’.

Even now he’d followed you into the locker room and was standing by the benches. “Oh shit. I just forgot that I left my change of clothes in the hall. Can you get them for me?” Praying to god that he’d believe your lie, you batted your eyelashes at him with a faux smile. Who was Xavier to deny your request. “Of course. Just stay here ok? I don’t want someone coming in and catching you off guard.” With a small nod of your head, you watched as he left the locker room. Within a few seconds, you’d discarded your clothes and grabbed all your products before hopping in the shower. It didn’t matter if the water was as cold as the Arctic. All that did matter was that you finished before Xavier got back. Hurrying to finish scrubbing your body, the door opened with a creak. “I got your hoodie but I couldn’t find-“ His footsteps stopped just as you turned the water off. The 6’2 silhouette could be seen through the foggy glass door looking around.

Cautiously, you wrapped a towel around your body and opened the door only to be met with Xavier standing in front of you. How the fuck did he move so quickly? “Did you say something? I couldn’t hear you over the water.” If looks could kill, you’d be 6 feet under. Xavier’s normal cheerful and gentle demeanor was gone; Now replaced with Annoyance and Displeasure. His eyes trailed up your body. It didn’t go unnoticed by him how your towel was a bit too small for you so it exposed the top of your chest. Or the way your thighs were clenched together whether it be by the water or sweat, he didn’t care. “Did you not hear what I said?” He took a step closer to you. “What?” Scoffing, he shook his head. “Don’t play dumb. What if it was Kent who came in and not me? Or Rowan? Or any other dude? What’d you think they’d do?” By now he’d backed you into the tiled corner, one hand against the wall above your shoulder. “Xav, stop. That’s n-not something to joke about.”

“I’m not joking. But even if I was, I bet you’d like whatever they’d do to you right? Since you’re such a slut.” There was no time for you to respond before he ripped your towel off your body. Gasping, you instinctively tried to cover yourself only for him to take both your wrists in one hand to hold them above your head. It wasn’t of any use when you tried to wiggle free from him, his grip only tightening. Xavier basked in the sight of your body. Water droplets all over your chest making your nipples perk up. The smell of your new body wash wafting his airway. There’s just no way he could hide his growing erection. Here you were, on full display for him. How could he not take advantage of that? His free hand went to grope your left breast, making you gasp. A slight smirk came onto his lips before he shoved them onto yours.

I log out for a day and come back to over 1,000+ notifs on my Xavier stuff????

Perv!Xavier who insists on standing guard in the locker rooms while you shower. Always talking about creeps who’d want to sneak a peek. You always thank him before sliding the glass door shut. Sometimes not all the way though; Allowing him to get the perfect view of your body.

Perv!Xavier who licks your lips/cheeks. Every-time you blush and shove him off, asking what he’s doing he just smiles and says there’s excess food there. You huff and turn away only for him to shove his finger into your mouth, telling you something’s in your teeth.

Perv!Xavier who just can’t get you out of his head so he copes with it by sketching full body paintings of you. Explicit ones of you moaning his name, cumming around his cock. Even after he’s jacked off and his balls are drained he still finds the motivation to make your painting move again.

Perv!Xavier who’s just as shocked as you are when you find him stroking himself in his art shed. He doesn’t even try to hide what he was doing. Instead cornering you and not just flipping up the skirt, but tearing it off fully.

TW: Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex, Dub/Non-Con, Cheater!Xavier, Creampie, Dacryphilia

A/N: idk how I feel ab this, like my writing wasn’t the best

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You don’t know how you ended up here. In this position to be exact. All you wanted to do tonight was to watch the new Scream movie with your best friend.

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“Xay! Open up.” Your knocks onto the dorm room door we’re in intervals of 3. It was cold and you’d been out here for a solid 2 minutes waiting for him to open the door. Just as you were about to call it a night and go back to your hall, the door opened revealing your best friend.

God, he was hot. There was no denying that Xavier Thorpe was sculpted by the gods themselves. How could he not be? With his chiseled jaw and toned body. His perfect 6-pack that led into an even better v-line. And his hands. His large, veiny hands. Hands that would fit ever so nicely around your-

“Hey? Eyes up here.” He snapped his fingers, forcing your attention up from his towel wrapped waist to his eyes. The blush that crept across your face couldn’t be helped. Clearing your throat, you pushed him out of the way and walked over to his bed. The door shut and you could’ve sworn you heard the lock click as you grabbed everything out of your bag. His footsteps echoed through the small room and into the bathroom, no doubt putting clothes on.

A small part of you wanted him to stay the way he was. There was no harm in looking at him as long as you didn’t do anything, right? I mean c’mon, who were you to destroy his relationship? Especially if it was with Bianca. Not only was she the queen-bee of Nevermore, but also your friend. Maybe it was for the best that he put clothes on. It helped to suppress all the feelings you had for him. And the thoughts.

After setting out the few snacks and getting the movie loaded, you patiently waited for him to come out of the bathroom. But as per usual, he took his sweet time. God forbid you had to be back in your own dorm by 10. Everything had to revolve on Xavier’s time. With another shiver running down your spine, you decided to take this opportunity to put on some extra clothes. You only had yourself to blame for wearing some pajama shorts and a shirt. Looking around you didn’t want to go through all of his clothes in the closet so instead you settled for the hoodie on his stool.

His scent filled your lungs as you put it over your head. Something along the lines of mint and fresh laundry. A smile plastered your face as you did, the fabric making you feel warm instantly. Xavier was still in the bathroom so you took initiative (Again), to look through some of his artwork. Roaming his sketchbook, you flipped to the back part since you’d been familiar with his previous pieces. Drawings of the lake, quad, and friends were on each page. But the very last one caught your attention. It was of you. Not just of you smiling and laughing. No. The drawing was of you sprawled out on his bed, completely naked. Tears streamed down your face as your hands pushed up. “You ready to start the movie?”

The voice of your friend caught you off guard, making you slam the book on the table. There were no words to say to him. You didn’t know what you could say. So with a nod, you got up and sat on his bed. He did the same, but it was a bit awkward. The twin size bed was barely big enough for Xavier’s 6’2 self so what makes you think the both of you would fit? Apparently he was thinking the same thing. Without warning he grabbed you by the hips and lifted you up, placing you in between his legs. The brief silence was cut short when you began the movie. Even after it started his hands didn’t leave you. Barley 15 minuets into the movie and you could even pay attention. Not with the way his chest was against your back. His hands affectionately rubbing circles into your sides. Especially not with the way his chin rested on your shoulder, his breath grazing your ear.

You were turned on to say the least. It made you feel like shit though. Knowing that it should be Bianca in your place. All you and Xavier are, are best friends! So why was he being so handsy with you? And why weren’t you doing anything about it?

“Is this the hoodie that was on my stool?” Your thoughts were interrupted at the sounds of his voice. Again, you only nodded; Trying your best to focus on the movie and not the way he seemingly pushed himself closer to you. “Is there something wrong? Why aren’t you talking?” His tone became more stern, demanding almost. Shaking your head no, you turned the movie up on the computer. Xavier didn’t like that answer. Hence the way he forcefully gripped your chin to make you face him. Panic arose in you as he did. He was going to ask about the drawing. Ask you what you saw and what you looked at. Then he’d kick you out or something worse. He took notice of your facial expression, his own softening. “Aw, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry. I just want to hear your pretty voice.” A thumb ran across your cheek as he smiled. It was hard to stay scared at such a beautiful face. Finding yourself melting into his touch and his voice you finally spoke. “I was just cold. But I didn’t want to go through your closet.” He smiled again and leaned closer to you. “So you went through my sketchbook instead?” Face dropping, your eyes winded. Any hopes of him not asking? Vanished.

“No?” Rolling his eyes, he looked from you to the desk. “Don’t lie to me. I saw you go through it. The way you smiled while you flipped through the pages of the lake. How impressed you were with the one of the quad. And the way your legs closed, mouth parting when you got to the last page. You know, the one of you on my bed? Where you’re crying oh so prettily for me?” Flabbergasted didn’t even begin to describe how you felt. Babbles of you denying it and trying to make an excuse didn’t phase him. He knew that you saw. And based on the way you were avoiding eye contact, your cheeks getting flushed now, proved that to him. After a few more seconds he got tired of your excuses and decided to shut you up with a kiss.

A harsh one. His lips met yours, hungrily biting at them. It took you by surprise, making you gasp. This gave him an opening to shove his tongue into your mouth. As he attempted to explore, you shook your head, trying to stop him. Of course it didn’t work. I mean, seriously. Where’d you get the idea you could ever overpower him? With your weak self, smaller than him. Hands gripped your hips harshly, making you yelp. Finally he removed his mouth from yours, reaching over to move the laptop off the bed. In one swift motion he had you flipped onto your back, his large body hovering over yours. The fear in your eyes, trying to hide the desperation made him feral. Xavier pulled off your shorts, then his hoodie along with your shirt, leaving you only in your panties. He ogled your chest with his eyes before leaning down and sucking harshly on your boobs. His left hand gripped your waist tightly to sure you wouldn’t get up while the other groped your right boob. Eventually he switched, not carrying about your kicking or thrashing of your arms. When he finished your nipples were swollen and perky.

Eyes meeting, he felt his boner grow at the sight. It was just like his drawing. Your red and teary eyed orbs sulking at him. Hands pushed onto his chest trying so desperately to get him off of you. He wouldn’t stop for your tears. If anything he wanted to provoke more out of you. Tearing his shirt off he watched your crying stop briefly. Very briefly to look down his front. He knew that was your favorite part of him. His abdomen in specifics. Your crying resumed when he took off his sweats and boxers as well. Sure, you had thought about this many many times. But you didn’t want it to happen this way! Not when he was with Bianca, and not against your will! Yet the prodding thought in the back of your mind made you think otherwise. Still holding both of your wrist in one hand, he dipped down in between your legs. Screaming ‘No’s’ and ‘Stops’, as he pushed your panties to the side only made him more excited.

He licked his lips, eyeing your glistening pussy. Your own wetness already coating your outside. “You’re already so wet for me, love. Don’t tell me this is…turning you on?” Shaking your head, you tried so hard to protest but the second one of his fingers entered you? It was all over. His long and slender digit curling inside you made you buckle your hips into him, the faintest moan leaving your lips. Xavier of course took notice of this and looked back up at you with a shit eating grin. “You like that?” No response. He did get one when he pulled his finger out only to put a total of 3 in you. A loud moan escaped you, making him chuckle. The way he circled and explored you with only his fingers made you feel crazy. Even crazier when he picked up the pace.. “It’s ok. Make as much noise as you want. I know you’re enjoying it.”

“But w-what about Bianca?” Those 4 words made him stop entirely; Pulling his fingers out of you all together with a wet ‘Pop’. Your panties were taken off you all together as you watched him move up you again. His nose scrunched as he aligned himself with your entrance. You really shouldn’t have looked down. A gasp left you as you eyed his cock. It was a good 8 inches, maybe more. Decent in girth but extremely long. There was no warning, no words, nothing, before Xavier shoved himself into you fully. A cry of bloody murder left you as he did. He decided to shut you up with another kiss. This time it was less forceful and even passionate? There was no time for you to adjust before he bottomed out inside. Hands clawing at his chest he did nothing. Right as he began to thrust into you, you made another mistake of looking down.

You could see the outline of him inside you, his top prodding below your belly button. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on. Feeling you tighten around him, he looked down to meet your gaze. Eyes widening as well, he moved a hand down to your stomach and pressed on you. The moan you let out was by far his new favorite sound. That was all the confirmation he needed to continue. Head dipping into your neck, he pulled out fully only to shove himself back in.

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The chorus of both your moans and skin slapping echoed throughout his dorm room, maybe even the halls. By now you’d cried more tears than you could count but that didn’t stop Xavier from licking them right off your face. The coil in your stomach was bound to snap for the 3rd time soon. It was a bit baffling that Xavier still hadn’t finished. No doubt he was close. Your neck and collarbone were now covered in purple and blue. There was barley enough energy left in you to speak. Again, only whimpers and the occasional moan of his name left you. On the verge of passing out, all your senses came back when there was a knock at the door. Xavier stopped for a brief moment, still inside you. Silence. Then the door handle jiggled.

“Xavi? Why’s your door locked?” A gasp left you at the sound of Bianca’s voice. Hands pushing at his chest again, he grabbed them and pinned both above your head. “No reason! Just b-busy right now.” He replied. You knew it was wrong. Of course it was. But the slightest part of you wanted the door to unlock and her to come in and see. Having no idea what overcame you, your hips pushed down against him in a way to ask for him to keep going. It caught him off guard, making a groan slip out. “Xavier?” Her voice rang out again. He turned back with a smirk before pounding into you again. This time hard enough to make the bed hit the wall. “Have you seen (Y/n)? She isn’t answering her phone.” Moaning as he bit your shoulder again he replied. “No, I haven’t. Maybe check her dorm?” “Are you ok? You sound tired. And what’s that noise?”

“Nothing! Just go! I’m really busy right now.” He snapped. The second he did her footsteps echoed through the hall. Turning back to him, his grip on your hands tightened. “We should s-stop now.” Xavier laughed at your statement. “Now you say that? Not at the beginning?” A halfway deadpan was on your face. Did he not remember you begging for him to stop? (Not like he would’ve anyways). His thrusts became harsher and more erratic. “You’re gripping me so tightly-Even if I wanted to pull out, I couldn’t. But I don’t think you want me to.”

He was right. You didn’t want him to. If he could stay in your like this for forever? You’d let him. But you’d never admit that. “Y’know, every time I fucked Bianca, I imagined you.” He smiled and kissed you again. “I thought about you crying and moaning my name. I thought about you begging for more and cumming around my cock. I wanted it to be you that I came inside.” You felt him twitch inside, your vision beginning to blur. “You like the sound of that?” No thought went through your mind as your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him in closer. Chuckling he moved your hair out of your face. “I think you do. I bet you’d like it if I came inside, filled you up.” More babbling of his name left you. All it took was a meek ‘Please’ from you for him to finish.