high infidelity — xavier thorpe.

do you really wanna know where i was april 29th? do i really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

You remembered that night vividly. You were wearing your favorite sundress because Tyler loved when you wore it. Your makeup had been done to perfection and you were bouncing off the walls , excited to finally spend time with Tyler. He had just been so busy lately , always leaving before it got dark , kissing the top of your head and darting away as soon as he got the chance.

You were never one to be insecure or worried about what Tyler was doing. You trusted him. You did.

Until he didn’t show at all. Your makeup was ruined by how much you cried , barely making out the letters on your phone. Tyler sending five messages in a row with some lame excuse , promising he’d make it up to you and how much he loved you.

You got up from the diner he was supposed to meet you at — the one your parents had dropped you off at expecting your boyfriend to bring you home.

You sat outside in tears somewhere that was towards the side. You cried not only because he cancelled , but because you felt as though the relationship wasn’t as strong as it used to be. He wasn’t as interested in you anymore. He never complimented you or made time for you. The two of you had been together for a year and for 5 of those months , he was acting as though you were just another customer — another friend.

“You okay?”

Your eyes glanced up and saw Xavier Thorpe. His hair pulled back in a bun showing off the features of his face well. His hands were shoved in his school jacket as he looked at you with curiosity , minimal concern , but curiosity. He knew you , how couldn’t he? You had always knew how to get the boy’s attention — even with normie Tyler Galpin on your arm.

Swallowing thickly , you wiped your cheeks with the back of your hand. “I’m okay.”

“You don’t look okay.” He commented , gesturing towards your tattered appearance.

Tearing your eyes away from him , you shrugged. “’M okay. Really.”

Silence hovered over the two of you for a minute. You didn’t bother looking back at him , assuming he’d walk away by the lack of conversation.

Your eyes shot up when he cleared his throat. “Want to come in with me? Was gonna take it to go but I think I found a reason to stay.”

you know there are many different ways to kill someone you love. the slowest way is never loving them enough.

Your relationship with Tyler was deteriorating. Fast. He spent most of his time with Wednesday and yours with Xavier. You noticed how fast he seemed to like her — how often you’d catch him looking at her when she wasn’t looking. Clear admiration and affection was on his face for her , though everytime you brought her up he’d shrug it off , lean it for a kiss and promised he loved you and nobody else.

You just didn’t feel it.

“You should just break up with him.” Xavier sighed as he rubbed your back comfortingly.

The two of you had discovered that you both had the same things in common. He loved to paint , and you loved museums. He liked action movies , and you liked popcorn. Everything the two of you were , just fit in together. You liked to talk , and Xavier loved to listen. Always.

The pit in your stomach grew darker. “I don’t know.” You mumbled and shook your head. “Maybe I just need to try harder or–or maybe if I dye my hair he’ll notice it and think I’m pretty again. . . like her.”

Xavier frowned. His hand grabbed at your face gently , turning you to look at him. “You are pretty. You always were. You don’t need to look like Wednesday , Y/N/N.” His eyes searched yours and you weren’t sure what it was. Your hand had absentmindedly found itself cupping the fingers he had around your face , your skin inviting the warmth of him to surround you gently. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met.” Xavier said confidently.

Your cheeks turned red at the compliment. Sparks erupting around you as you looked at him with big eyes. “You’re just saying that you—”

“I mean it.” Xavier cut you off.

He shook his head with a sigh as he looked at you. Face fallen with little warm tears trailing along down your cheeks. He tutted , pinching your chin with his fingers while the other hand wiped them away quickly. “Pretty girls shouldn’t be crying.” Xavier said , barely above a whisper— but you heard him.

His words caused your heart to swell. And you didn’t know if it was his big , green eyes looking at you as though you really were that beautiful or the way your face felt like it had been set on fire the moment he had touched you. Though whatever it was , clouded your judgement , and before you could stop to think about the consequences , your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth pressed itself firmly against his.

The moment you kissed him , it was all over.

do you really wanna know where i was april 29th? do i really have to tell you how he brought me back to life.

“I think we need to break up.” You rushed out , glancing around the shop to see if anyone was listening. He was on break — barely realized you were there before you began pulling him out the door and towards the alley.

Your hands were shoved in your coat pockets as yoy avoided his lingering gaze. You didn’t want to look. You didn’t want to see any hurt or betrayal— you had already done enough and your heart wasn’t his anymore. It was sad , but it was reality , and you had to face the music.

“W-What? I thought. . . I mean I know it’s been weird lately but I—”

You scoffed. “You thought what , Tyler? Skipping dates. Flirting with Wednesday in front of me— I was just supposed to accept that? Act like everything was fine? Well it wasn’t! It wasn’t fine.” You didn’t mean to get so angry. But he knew this was coming. He had to have known.

“I wasn’t flirting with Wednesday.” Tyler laughed dryly. “I could say the same about you and that freak Thorpe.”

The mention of Xavier brought a crimson color bright on your cheeks. With a quickening heart beat , you simply shook your head. “You don’t get to turn this around on me Tyler.”

Tyler didn’t say anything. He just looked at you and knew. He knew.

“You. . . you’re breaking up with me for him?” He said it like a question , his voice trailing off at the end. His mind tried wrapping around where everything went wrong— how it happened. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Sure , he knew he hadn’t been the best. But he was doing it for them— for his mom. He was doing something good and you didn’t even know about it. “What? Did you fuck him?”

“Tyler!” You gasped at his accusation. The aggression in his tone made your eyebrows furrow. “You have no right to turn this around on me! Not after I tried so hard for months. Months!”

“You aren’t saying no.” Tyler scoffed.

“I kissed him.” You admitted , swallowing thickly. Tyler’s eyes dropped , his words seemingly meaningless , were actually true.

“You were. . .” Tyler put his hands on his hips as he looked away , blinking away tears. “You were with him last night then? When I tried calling you.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you love him?”

“Maybe.”

“Why?”

You paused and gave him a sad smile. You felt guilty for what you had done. It was wrong and you should’ve been thinking more clearly. But you couldn’t erase it. You couldn’t take it back.

All you had was forward now , and you felt like this was how it was supposed to be.

“He brought me back to life.”

jealousy

pairing :: sub!xavier thorpe x afab!reader

warnings :: nsfw, overstimulation, dacryphilia, ruined orgasm, oral (m receiving)

a/n :: i combined like 3 requests for this one, including @chinesecherries‘s request for expanding on this link so here u gooo <3

it got on your nerves how all of a sudden a new girl comes to the school and your boyfriend is all over her.

maybe you’re overreacting, but he’s still spending too much time with her for your liking. with her, school, and his little secret club the two of you have barely spent time together the past few days.

that brings us to now. you sitting outside surrounded by your friends. you were in your normal spot, right next to where xavier was supposed to be sitting.

instead he was teaching wednesday how to use a bow and arrow. which the girl was already clearly an expert at.

the worst part, he was way too close. arms around her close, ignoring her murderous stare.

but what really caught your attention is the way he was looking at you. you’ve been with xavier so long that you can read him like an open book. he was doing this to get a reaction out of you.

soon after he was making his way back to your spot, but you don’t even give him time to sit down. “let’s go.”

“go? where?” it didn’t take a genius to recognize the suggestive tone in his voice. but you didn’t answer him, just took his hand to lead him to his dorm.

he would say snarky things while you walked even though he knew he wouldn’t get an answer.

“cat got your tongue?”

you whip around and grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him down harshly. “i don’t know what you were hoping for but trust me xav, you’re not getting it.”

the smirk on his face drops but quickly returns. “punishment or not, you’re gonna fuck me.”

he was right, you did. but here the boy is now, squirming on his bed on the edge of his third orgasm and you showed no signs of stopping.

it was a sight to see truly, his head thrown back, legs quivering. your hand was working on his cock in slow motions.

“please, please, please.”

you giggle, speeding up slightly causing the boy’s mouth to drop open. “please, what baby?” he didn’t answer you, all he did was grab your arm and whimper.

you pout in faux sympathy, “want me to stop?”

his grip on your arm got tighter and he leaned forward, guiding your hand to make sure you didn’t “no!”

a sadistic smirk finds its way to your lips, something popping in your mind that would guarantee xavier never stepping out of line again. maybe it was a little harsh, your heart clenching a little at your previous boyfriend. he’d already apologized and was doing so good.

but it would teach him a lesson.

you continue pumping him, speeding up a little and nearly laugh when ‘thank you’s repeatedly fell from your boy’s lips.

like said before you can read him like an open book. so you could tell when he was about to cum. you wait until the moment he was about to and pulled away, ruining it for him.

tears spring his eyes at the dull feeling, “why?”

maybe you felt a little bad, but you also really liked it. “i’m sorry baby, was that mean?”

he nods, tears falling from his eyes. your hand wraps around them again and he jolts, pushing it away.

“oh, you don’t want me to finally give you what you want?” his eyes widen,

“no i do! please,” you smile at him and lower yourself on the bed.

once your mouth is level with his cock you look up at him again, “you sure you can take it baby?”

he nods, “mhm, i’ll be good. promise.”

he nearly sobs when you take him in your mouth, sucking on his tip lightly. you watch his reactions and wonder how someone could be so pretty when they’re a mess. you lower your head, attempting to take him all in your mouth no matter how difficult it may be. you wanted to see just how wrecked he could get.

his hand finds its way to your head, not pushing, just tangling in your hair while he looks down at you in ecstasy. when you start bobbing your head it’s obvious he won’t last longer. he finishes down your throat with something between a moan and a groan.

“i hope this teaches you a lesson zavi.”

tall gf hc [x.t.]

a/n: since percy is 6'2" and the request wanted hc of a tall girlfriend (5'10 in preference) i decided to ditch percy‘s original height. because i really like the idea of the character xavier thorpe having a taller gf🥹 also my requests are open🫶🏼

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dating xavier ﹒₊˚𓂃

ꜜ synopsis: headcanons of how it’s like dating the pretty art boy

ꜜ notes: fem! reader, gets suggestive / smutty at the end (there’ll be a warning beforehand <;3)

Show, Not Tell | Xavier T.

warnings ✩° : semi-nsfw, jealousy, slight possessive behavior, cursing, xavier being protective, hickeys//markings, manhandling, mentions of size difference, non canon character named marlon flirting with you.

pairing ✩° : boyfriend!xavier thorpe x girlfriend!reader

premise ✩° : xavier isn’t jealous, not for the most part at least. until he sees how you talk with your classmate and his sparring partner, marlon. did you always smile like that with everyone or was it just marlon? doesn’t matter. xavier’s pissed.

word count ✩° : 2.9k

authors note ✩° : guys i am sick. i cannot breathe. i miss the taste of food.

What was it about Marlon Acheron that made it so easy for you to talk to him? Was it the fact he was more popular than Xavier? Or was it his piercing red eyes, shaded with the dark lenses of sunglasses that intrigued you? Maybe it was the hair that was slicked back with a glossy finish from his stupid cinnamon scented hair gel. Or maybe it was all those things combined.

But Xavier is your boyfriend. Not Marlon. He knew his place in your heart, so why was it that every time his eyes scanned the room to find you, Marlon just so happened to catch you first and steal you away from him? Did you always smile like that with everybody or was it just Marlon? Didn’t matter. Xavier’s pissed.

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Anonymous hot chocolate maker

summary: Y/n loves hot chocolate, so to win her heart someone anonymously tries to make her secret recipe pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Fem! Reader warning: fluff a/n: Merry Christmas! As you guys know I’m doing a little Christmas series. I will try to upload them everyday. So if you have a request don’t be shy. ps. If you want to make the recipe just get hot chocolate mix, caramel, cinnamon and vanilla and you’re done. previous imagine. christmas masterlist.

Y/n slowly looked up from her book, noticing in front of her a small group, laughing their ass off. She scanned the group noticing familiar faces but her eyes rested on the one person that could make her heart skip a beat, Xavier Thorne. His face was covered with a smile, something usual with the boy. Oh, what she would do to make him smile, Y/n being the cause of his smile would be the death of her. She could bet that his was the best smile in Nevermore Academy.

She wasn’t friends with Xavier, hell he didn’t even know of her existence. She wasn’t one to talk to other people and adding to the fact that her big crush on him would make her run away just from a hi slipping out of his lips, she was doomed. So Y/n only option was admiring from afar, something she had been doing since her eyes landed on the tall beauty,

She gripped on the sweater wrapped around her body, the cold breeze hitting her softly made her shiver. She slowly looked at the creamy drink in front of her, making her smile grow and her cheeks turn warm. She reached for the cup and took a small sip of the drink letting the hot and sugary drink warm her up.

Y/n L/n loved hot chocolate. It was her go to drink, especially on the holidays. It was her excuse to drink as much hot chocolate as she could, almost drinking seven cups a day. It was her thing, but her hot chocolate wasn’t just some normal drink. She would do her original recipe adding to more sweetness to the already sweet drink.

Chocolate powder, a spoonful of caramel, drops of vanilla, four marshmallows, topped with whip cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon, the perfect bomb of sugary sweetness she needed in her life.

…

The next day, Y/n decided to do some light reading to catch up on some work.She headed to the library and when she finally stumble with her usual chair she stopped dead on her tracks. Her eyes trailed towards the cup that was placed on the table where she used to sit at with a small note.

to Y/n,

here’s some hot chocolate hope it warms you up

Several thoughts went through Y/n head, one of her friends had to be pranking her. But the handwriting wasn’t similar to anything she had seen before, it was unknown to her. Maybe they paid someone to write it down for them. She looked down at the drink and she noticed how the top of the cup was filled with marshmallows and cinnamon. That’s what made her hesitate but she quickly pushed it away. Anyone could make a drink like that. She slowly pulled the cup to her lips while looking around to see if the person was close by since the hot chocolate was still warm.

She took a soft sip noticing the missing hint of caramel she enjoyed. Her lips turn into a small frown, instantly knowing that the drink wasn’t made by anyone close to her. But who would just leave a random hot chocolate for her? That was something she was going to find out.

The girl slowly turned the paper that was previously written on and wrote down:

to the anonymous hot chocolate maker,

The drink was nice but it wasn’t my go to drink. Thanks anyways.

…

She followed her normal routine, ending her day as she always did, at the library. A smile grew on her face when she noticed another cup where she usually sat at, again. She quickly walked up to it trying not to fall in the process. She quickly took the note in her hands and read it.

dear hot chocolate drinker,

I see we’re on a code name basis. Let’s see if this is your go to drink then. Made it with lots of love.

love,  anonymous hot chocolate maker

Y/n looked around again trying to see if someone was near her but again she found herself with no one around her. She slowly sipped on the drink quickly making a sour taste. Peppermint, they added peppermint this time. She quickly shook her head and took her pen out to leave them a little note.

dear hot chocolate maker,

I see you added peppermint, makes me assume you like mint chocolate ice cream which scares me a lot. Better luck next time.

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The next day she counted the hours wanting to try the hot chocolate the mystery person was making. Y/n had a horrible day but her smile didn’t fall not even once waiting and wishing to try the chocolate sweetness. She quickly ran towards the library pushing through the people in front of her. Her smile slowly dropped, noticing the empty table in front of her. She sighed while sitting down on her usual chair this time with a different energy. She pulled out her book and attempted to study. Lost in her books she didn’t notice the tall frame sitting in front of her. Her thoughts got broken by a simple word.

“caramel”

She quickly looked up towards him, her mouth opening like a fish under water. She quickly noticed the small smile plaster on his face. She tried to understand what was happening. She opened her mouth but words didn’t seem to come out of her lips. She could feel her face turn hot and she couldn’t look him straight in the eyes.

“Excuse me?” she tried to get out. It was barely understandable, he had to lean over to hear her right.

“The secret ingredient of your hot chocolate is caramel” he said while directing the cup towards you.

“Wait, you were the one making the hot chocolate?” She asked, starting to think it was all a prank. What was happening.

“Yes! Why are you so surprised? Didn’t expect me to be good at making hot chocolate” He asked, raising an eyebrow. It was the first time  she had heard him speak that much.

“I just didn’t expect Xavier Thorne to anonymously leave me hot chocolate in an attempt to discover my “secret” recipe.” She said while taking the cup in her hands.

“Go ahead, try it” He said patiently, waiting for her reaction to the drink. Y/n slowly brought up the drink towards her lips taking small sips while closing her eyes softly.

“Well, you excelled your duties as a hot chocolate maker. It tastes amazing” She responded with a smile. Xavier slowly leaned towards her making her nervously stop dead in her tracks. He passed her thumb against her lips, cleaning the excessive amount of whip cream. He quickly pulled his towards his own lips tasting it.

“Took my chances. So, Y/n’s secret recipe is chocolate powder, a spoonful of caramel, drops of vanilla, four marshmallows, topped whip cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon.”

“Correct, I like my drink sweet. I’m quite impressed you got it down, even the exact number of marshmallows.” She responded with a smile.

“You know what they say, third times the charm” He said smiling

“But why were you doing all of this in the first place?” She asked, confused.

“You make this cute little face when you drink hot chocolate. I wanted to be the one that made you do that adorable face.”

the painting

the look xavier gave you was excruciating. his hair half up in a messy little bun, the rest just barely touching his shoulders in his messy light blue shirt, jacket, and sweats. he looked so pretty in the dim light.

“what are you doing here?” he asked gently, admiration in his eyes as he watched you enter the shed. you practically matched your boyfriend, matching sweats, oversized jacket, and ugg boots for the chilly weather. 

“you stopped answering me and i got worried,” you said. xavier put the paint he was using on the table as you hugged him tightly. 

his long arms came around and held you against him.

“plus i missed you.” you confessed as he pressed kisses to your forehead. 

“sorry, i just started getting really into this.” xavier turned you around as you saw what he was painting. 

the large canvas showed you. a smile painted onto your face, one of his favorite memories of you.

you competed with the black cats in the Poe Cup (much to xavier’s dismay). the look on your face was pure happiness as you held the trophy with enid filled his heart with nothing but love for you. 

you hadn’t noticed him pull up a stool behind you as you stared at the painting in awe. his big hand massaged the back of your thigh, his other hand coming up to the painting. 

you both watched as the painting came to life, you and enid lifting the trophy in glory. “xavier-”

your boyfriend took your hips and brought you down to sit in his lap, his head resting on your shoulder. 

“i love you so much.” you confessed, leaning down to kiss him as you placed your hand around his neck and played with the hair touching his shoulders. 

“i love you.” he whispered against your lips. 

baking gone wrong

Your hips sway in time to the jazz station, playing softly throughout the kitchen, head bobbing to the beat.

"Baby, please come home!" you sing, holding the wooden spoon in front of you, hands clutched tightly around it.

The oven beeps loudly, interrupting the song, and thus your impromptu concert. Setting down the spoon, you carefully place the treat-filled trays into the oven and shut it with a bang.

The jazz station has switched to commercials now, and you quickly fiddle with the knobs until you land on what you're looking for - a station that plays Christmas music non-stop.

Satisfied, you resume your dancing, hopping up and down on the tips of your toes, hands gesturing wildly, and hips swinging about.

You make your way around the kitchen, haphazardly cleaning up the mess you'd made, mind lost in the music. Slowly but surely, the dishes pile up in the sink, balanced precariously on top of each other.

As the beginning notes come on, you run over excitedly, cranking up the volume and whipping your sweater off your head. Clad in just a t-shirt and a pair of old gym shorts, you grab the wooden spoon and make your way to center of your stage.

In time with the lead singer, you belt out the lyrics, hair swinging wildly around your head, hands clutching at your heart in the throes of passion, legs bouncing around the tiled floor.

Immersed completely in the song, you miss the sound of the front door opening, the muffled "Baby?", and the quick footsteps that make their way towards you.

James leans against the kitchen entryway, arms crossed at his chest with a smirk on his face. He watches as you throw your head back, belting out the last few lyrics with a dramatic swish of your hair and hips.

"Whoo!! Encore!" he cheers teasingly, hands cupped around his mouth.

Family Man (Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

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summary: in which he, along with other ladies of high society, learns his wife is with child (requested by @germangirl321​)

word count: 1563

warnings: not proofread, mentions of pregnancy, fainting, and period-typical misogyny

          “Did I tell you that you look quite dashing tonight?” she questioned, taking her husband’s hand as he helped her off the carriage car, the rest of her gown trailing behind her as they walked.

          “You only told me about nine times before we left the flat, darling,” his eyes crinkled at the corners as he laughed at her sycophancy, “And that’s not including the other times you told me the exact same thing in the coach as well.”

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sunflower, masterlist

Summary: just a cute, comforting story about two neighbours.

Warnings: Spencer Reid x reader, follows season 9 & 10, painter!reader, neighbours to lovers, explicit sexual content, no Maeve in this story (just no, didn’t happen in this one)