Dark! Xavier Thorpe X Reader: Part 8

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If you're still taking requests, could I ask for a Xavier x reader [from Wednesday] where the reader is Wednesday's sister who's intimidating as her but not as stone-faced and after the whole Tyler situation he asks her out when Wednesday and Enid help her to get reader. they both meet at the their location and that escalates to something more

Thank you🙌

Set Up From the Start

Xavier Thorpe x Addams! Reader (no gendered pronouns) | wenclair | mention of yoko x divina

“Hey, uh, Wennie, Xavier wants to talk with you? Yoko texted me that Bianca texted her to say that Ajax texted the Nightshades that Xavier texted him that he was looking for you. Whew, high-key having a headache reading that,” Enid said from her bed. Wednesday, in her typical deadpan fashion, stalked over to her girlfriend and read the string of texts for herself, furrowing her eyebrows.

“What does he want now?” she grumbled.

“I think you should text him that yourself. You do still have his number, right?”

The goth gingerly extracted a device from her desk drawer like it was going to bite. Usually she would get bitten for fun.

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w.a. <What is it that you need from me, Xavier?

x.t. <dont kill me for this but i wanted to ask about (name) and if you could set us up

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“He wants to know about (name).”

“Isn’t that supposed to be good? Like, at least he doesn’t find (name) terrifying,” Enid reasoned. Wednesday grimaced.

“(name)’s too good for him. And my sibling is more terrible than I am, being able to show affection and tolerate color to an extent,” she argued.

“I get you wanna gatekeep (name), I mean, I would too if I had a partner in crime to bully my brothers. But, like, you should at least let give Xavier a chance. Please? For me?” Enid flashed off her puppy eyes. The monochrome girl glowered.

“Fine.”

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x.t. <wednesday

x.t. <hello??

x.t. <oh god please dont be trying to find a way to break into my dorm and smother me in my sleep

w.a. <I’ve already done the former, but the latter’s the first good idea I’ve heard from you.

x.t. <scuse me what-

w.a. <Weathervane next Saturday afternoon. Don’t be late, or I will break into your dorm again and smother you in your sleep.

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> saturday morning

“(name)!” Enid calls out from the other side of the quad. You turned towards her expectantly.

“Yes?” The blonde runs over, highlighted hair bouncing.

“Can you like, be at the Weathervane for lunch time? Cuz Wen kinda needs someone to monitor the cafe or something and she won’t be able to make it,” she explains in one breath. You make a confused face.

“Why specifically at lunch time?” you ask. “I mean, it’s not a problem. But lunch on Saturday is very particular.” Enid freaks out and starts improvising.

“Uh… because… me and your sister are going on a date… at- we’re foraging for poisonous mushrooms in the forest.”

You narrow your eyes.

“Alright. Tell Wednesday that she owes me a one-on-one torture session with Pugsley though.”

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You sit in the back booth of the Weathervane, eyes darting around the cafe to search for any suspicious persons. It seems to be a normal Saturday, and nobody approaches you. Well, until everyone’s favorite false monster slides into the seat across from you and smiles. You flash one back mockingly.

“Thorpe. What do you want?” It was more a demand than a question. Xavier grins, blushing slightly.

“Nothing. Just didn’t take you as a cafe person,” he responds awkwardly.

“I’m not. I’m only here to keep watch for my sister while Enid makes out with her in the forest.”

“Well, I know a thing or two about suspicious body language.” He winks. “Mind if I stay?”

“I suppose not. After all, the more the merrier. Or as my family would say, the scarier.”

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Enid giggles in excitement when she sees you give a slight smile to Xavier. The girlfriends are hiding behind a pickup truck parked across the street from the cafe. Wednesday rolls her eyes despite having a smirk painted on her face. At least this might prove to be more fruitful than Yoko and Divina, who were still dancing around each other for who knew how long.

jealousy || Xavier Thorpe x reader

( ages 17/18 )

warnings: orphan child, mentions of parents, make out session(? listen if you’re like fifteen idc if you’re reading this but if you’re like fifteen and below read at your own risk, idc if you get in trouble. you clicked on this so just be careful where you read this 🤷🏻‍♀️)

you watch from afar as you see your boyfriend walk up to wednesday addams once again. rolling your eyes, you hear your name being called by bianca. “come on, if you want to get back at her i’m racing against her in the poe cup. i know xavier means the world to you so, this is your chance to make her step down— when we win. humiliate her. i already have a plan,” bianca smirked. you shook her head, “i’m not getting back to a girl who’s done nothing. till i have evidence that they’ve been fucking, i’ll join you bianca.” your eyes met her piercing ones, and she huffed. “suit your loss. but we both know they already have been since day one.”

rolling your eyes, you walk the other way to a class you just been put in and look no other, wednesday addams alongside xavier thorpe sitting next to her. you scoff, placing your hand on your hip. xavier looked your way and gave you a weary smile, a wave and nothing else.

“good evening class,” the redheaded stated. “we have two new students in our classes, one that just enrolled to our school and one who just switched classes. i’m sure you already know her,” she gestured to you. you stood up, “i’m sure you already know me. but to make this clear for the new girl, i’m (y/n).” you smiled hastily at her, than sat right back down with a sneer look on your face.

xavier looked to the right behind him, a confused look of ‘what the hell was that?’ and you just rolled your eyes straight back at him. class continued, and the bell rung. letting everyone out first, you finally finished placing your books neatly into your book bag.

“i’ll see you next session, xavier. (y/n), good to see you in my class. hope to have you here tomorrow.” she smiled kindly and you did as well, before getting up from your seat and placing your bag onto your back. “(y/n)-“ xavier called, stepping a few steps towards you. you twirl to face him, “what.” you spat out.

he bit his lip, “i know i’ve been a shitty boy—” you scoff. “bianca’s right. i shouldn’t have d—” he slammed you back into a wall, both hands right from your face side to side. “don’t you dare fucking say that,” he spat. “don’t you dare.” his eyes glared into yours, “for the past two years that we’ve fallen into love, i have always gone to sleep thinking and dreaming of you. not once did it change when wednesday came into our lives, and you know why?” he sneered out. your eyes widened, a bit scared by him due to the sudden outburst. “because i love you.” he finished.

“i don’t care, if you’re ready to say it or not. i love you, (y/n). i always have and always will.” he softened his eyes, his voice. and had a little smile on him. onto you, in your mind, you’ve never once had any type of love to have your parents gave you up at the age of fifteen, no family members wanting to take you in due to them being too scared to what your parents could do if they did. “you are the one that’s important to me, you are the one that makes me whole—” you interrupted him, your hands on both either side of his cheeks.

your lips met his, and his left hand met to your waist. the two of you slowly let go of each other, your eyes meeting his. “i’m sorry,” you apologized. “i just didn’t want to lose you to.. addams. you are the only person i trust, and the only person i love. i can’t risk to lose—” you can see that he was smiling, and he was smiling big time. “what was that?” and you knew what he was asking.

you sighed and shook your head, a small smile forming onto your lips. you’ve never said that to him, out in the blue. and now that you have, he knew that no matter what happened, the two of you would stick like glue and figure shit out on your own times. “i love you,” you whisper. he smiled, his thumb running over your bottom lip. “i love you,” he repeated after, closing the space between you both.

Charles Leclerc x college student!Reader - Instagram AU

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summary: xavier is tired of you avoiding him

genre: angst

days, it’s been days since you’ve last talked to xavier. it’s not that you’re in a fight, or you hate him or something. but you’ve just been so caught up in this case you’re working on, that you couldn’t find the time to talk to him.

the only people you’ve been talking to are the dead. you’ve had this ability since you were a kid, you’ve made connections with them, and they’ve been helping you with this case.

your brain couldn’t focus on anything other than that, you needed to find out who the monster was. you needed to find out why this monster is killing innocent people. you needed to know everything

and here you were in your room, working on the case, pictures of dead bodies, evidence and papers scattered all around the room. your friend avery, a girl who had died at birth, and also a close friend of yours, was sat there as well, helping you collect your thoughts.

a knock on the door was heard, you turned to see none other than xavier entering the room. your roommate wasn’t around, and avery left when she heard the knock, so it was just you and him

“hey” he said, looking around the room as he saw the stuff, “still working on the case, huh?”

“uh, yeah.” you said, “avery helped as well”

“mhm…so um, do you wanna maybe pause this for a second and go on a walk with me?”

“what? of course not!” you said in a rather rude tone

“what?” he said, a little hurt by the tone

“i’m busy” you said as you kept organizing your work

“are you serious right now?” he furrowed his eyebrows, “you—you haven’t talked to me in almost a week…come on y/n are you seriously gonna reject me just because of some case that you have nothing to do with?”

you continued doing your work, not responding

“wow. you really—do you even care?!” he snapped

“about what” you said

“about—about me! about…us, do you even care about that?! you really live in your own world. the cops have this handled and you just wanna include yourself for no reason. i’m trying, i’m really trying to wait for you, and be patient. but you don’t seem to give two fucks if i’m even here or not! i’m not doing this anymore, i’m done.” he said, and you froze

you froze as you heard his footsteps fading, you froze as you realized a hole in your heart was forming, you froze when the case you were working on was not a care in your mind anymore, you froze when you realized…he left you. he left you and you were the reason.

xavier really was patient with you, at first, you would talk to him often, then you started talking to him at the end of the day, then you’d talk to him every other day, and then—you wouldn’t talk to him at all.

it’s funny how you don’t realize how important someone is, until they’re gone.

for the very first time, you felt alone.

like actually alone, you’d usually have avery, or another friend with you, but most of the time, you had xavier, and now he wasn’t coming back.

you felt tears brimming in the corners of your eyes, you had never cried before, let alone over a boy

but he was special.

you got up and ran after him, only he was now probably back in his room.

but nonetheless, you ran to his room, and knocked on his door repeatedly until he opened it

“jesus im coming—y/n?” he said, going quiet

you went inside his room, and once he got a good look at you, he knew

“oh my god are you crying?” he said as he gently grabbed your face, wiping your tears

“i’m sorry” you cried out, and he was quick to hug you, “i’m sorry i was just focused on the case and—“

“hey, hey it’s okay.” he said as he stroked your hair

you looked up at him, and soon your lips collided.

once you let go, you were quick to speak

“you were right. i’m dropping the case, the cops have it handled and i should’ve just—“

“no” he said

“what?”

“i’m not telling you to drop the case, baby. i love that you’re working on it and trying to keep everyone safe. but we work on it, together. i cant have you getting hurt” he said as he gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb

“really?”

“of course” he smiled

you might act tough on the outside, but on the inside, you truly loved him.

Secret’s Out

Pairings: Rowan Laslow x gn!reader / Xavier Thorpe x enemy/ex!reader

Summary: Nevermore’s heir falls for the outcasted Outcast.

Warnings: Xavier is a bit of a bitch, slapping, suggestive themes, tooth-rotting fluff. Rowan’s nicknames are Obi-Wan and Row Boat because I said so. (Tagging @unfixqble)

Word Count: 0.7k

You were the crowned royalty of Nevermore, the school for Outcasts. Both literally and figuratively. Your great (x whatever) grandparents founded the school and you always got the highest scores in class. Everyone praised the ground you walked on. Once you accidentally bumped into someone and before you could apologise, they mumbled out sorries and kissed your shoes. You had to deliver an assembly on why kissing people’s shoes was wrong, weird, and downright disgusting.

But with you being, well, you, it came as a shock to the whole school when you turned down Xavier Thorpe’s proposal. He was the only one in the entire school that could even compare to you. But the news of you dating Rowan Laslow, the outcast of the Outcasts, made the school tremble. Seriously, there was an earthquake the day everyone found out. Pathetic fallacy at its finest.

Rowan rushed up to you the day after with scarlet filled cheeks and watery eyes. “I swear I didn’t tell anyone.” He said hurriedly and you scrunched your eyes together before widen them. “y/n?”

Your eyes wrinkled at the sides as you smiled widely, dimples on full display. “I don’t care that everyone knows, Obi-Wan.” You tiptoed up so you could kiss his lips. All of his worries flowed away with that single kiss until people surrounded you. Some booed, some cheered and clapped, but it was all static in your ears. “C’mon.” You held out your hand.

Rowan gave a lopsided grin and took your hand as you pushed through the crowd. The two of you were on cloud nine. Somehow even more in love with the other than before. Nothing could bring you down.

Nothing apart from Xavier.

A stack of papers dropped onto your desk whilst you were waiting for your History teacher. You looked up in confusion, meeting Xavier’s hard glare. Before you could speak up he raised his hand, stopping you. “That’s why you won’t date me?” He scoffed. “Rowan Laslow of all people?”

“Back off, Xavier.” You rolled your eyes. “I won’t date you because I’m not attracted to you.”

“Bullshit!” Xavier slammed his hands down on the drawings, paintings, and photos he dropped onto your table. “Did he drug you? Is this some fucked up Harry Potter thing?” He asked.

“Humble yourself, Xavi.” You stood up, pointing at him. She waved it away and in retaliation, you slapped him.

The whole class gasped as you retracted your hand in shock. Xavier looked at you, holding his cheek. “Fuck you.” He spat, storming out of the class.

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You were lying on Rowan’s chest later that night, watching a movie on his laptop. You thought for a second, drawing circles on his abs with your finger before mumbling, “You know I love you more than anything, right?”

You heard Rowan laugh slightly, kissing your head. “I know. And I love you more, my moon.”

You smiled at his words, melting into him. “Wrong. I love you most.” You looked up at him with a grin, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.” You nodded surely.

“Prove it then.” Rowan murmured, kissing you.

You rose your eyebrows at him as he smirked. You scoffed, straddling him and kissing his neck. “You like that?” You asked after you left a hickey, gaining a moan from the boy underneath you.

He nodded, looking at you with a lustful gaze. “I love you more than you’ll ever know.” He whispered, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You grounded down on his crotch, causing him to groan and blush. “y/n…”

“What is it, baby?” You asked, rasping, lips pecking and nibbling on his neck. “Use your words.”

“Please.” Rowan begged before the door slammed open with a bang. You jumped, falling into the floor as Rowan covered his top half. “Miss Weems.” He said in embarrassment.

“Excuse me. I don’t mean to barge in here, but the two of you know the rules. After nine o’clock, you stay in your own dorms.” Headmistress Weems said accusingly. “y/n, allow me to escort you to your dormitory.”

“Ms. Weems, I-“ You stopped at the look she gave you. “Bye, Row Boat.” You mumbled, kissing Rowan softly

“y/n.” Weems said sternly when the kids started to deepen.

You groaned and pulled away, whispering another ’goodbye’ before being lectured on all the way to the other side of the school.

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˗ˏˋ SNOW ANGELS ˎˊ˗

summary: making snow angels with your love pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader ꒰ wednesday ꒱ warnings: none fluff | angst | songfic | blurb | headcanons | fic word count: 0.2k || masterlist || christmas blurb event

xavier was woken up by knocking at the door. ajax groaned and clamped his pillow over his head.

"go get the door, man," he moaned, burying his face under the blankets. xavier rolled his eyes and got up to see who was knocking at — he checked the clock — six in the morning.

"hi xavi!" his lover stood at the door, bundled in layers of warm coats. they held out a steaming cup of hot chocolate. "go put your coat on," they demanded, smiling. they peered over his shoulder and waved at ajax. "hi ajax." he groaned.

"why do i need my coat?" xavier asked. yn rolled their eyes.

"because, we're going to go outside and make snow angels, silly. didn't you get my text?" xavier remembered seeing a notification pop up on his phone about it snowing.

"right, yeah, sorry." he turned and gestured for them to wait outside. "im gonna get dressed," he smiled.

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xavier sipped at his hot chocolate as he watched his lover giggle with enid as the two made snow angels and tried to convince wednesday to join them.

he smiled. yn looked at him and scrambled to their feet. they pulled him up and dragged him, laughing, towards a patch of fresh snow. wednesday was telling enid something about how snow angels are meaningless fruits of a labor that would be washed away by another snowfall.

he rolled his eyes at his friends and joined his lover on the ground. they were already making a snow angel, moving their arms and legs back and forth.

"yn."

"yeah, xavi?" they glanced at him, a smile on their cold-reddened face.

"your snow angel is pretty."

"you're pretty," they replied.

Muse || Xavier Thorpe x reader

A/N: Do you guys prefer him with his hair up or down? I’m leaning more towards down but, he’s fine either way 😼

What to expect: Gender neutral reader, friends to lovers, make out, suggestive, idk things just escalated lmao, !!!!NO SPOILERS IN THIS FIC!!!!

You had been stuck in the same position for what felt like forever as you sat on the assigned wooden stool. Your arms felt tense and you could could feel yourself twitching. The long hair brunette in front of you chuckled, “Quit squirming. Just 5 more minutes, ok?” You whined, “You said that just before!” Xavier smirked, “This time I’m telling the truth. I’m almost done just hold that pose.” If it was anyone else you would have got up and walked away but, you had quite the soft spot for Xavier. You weren’t sure how you felt about it, or maybe you were just in denial. You first met Xavier Thorpe at the start of the year, sharing the class of botanical sciences with Ms Thornhill when the only available seat was next to him. It didn’t take long for him to befriend you, admiring your passion towards botany as well as art. You gazed at the long haired boy in front of you, watching as his brows furrowed with concentration, his slender fingers at work sketching you, and the sun shining on him just right. You could watch him all day. Xavier of course noticed your staring, secretly basking in your gaze. He noticed everything. His signature smirk found its way onto his face, “Done staring?”

Your mouth fell agape, cheeks flushed at the embarrassment of being caught, “Shut up.” The brunette only grinned wider in response. You cleared your throat collecting yourself, “Are you finally done?” Xavier simply nodded, beckoning you to come look at his sketch. He looked away, suddenly shy as you gasped in response to his artwork. It was stunning, his line work was precise capturing your entire essence, the shadows in his work adding depth to your face. It was perfect. You looked over at the suddenly shy boy, your hand cupping his narrow chin, gently guiding him to look at you. “Xavier Thorpe,” he loved it when you said his name, “you have truly out done yourself. This is perfect.” A soft smile graced his face, “Really?” You held eye contact with his green eyes, “Really.” His lanky arms snaked around your waist pulling you closer from where he sat, “It’s all thanks to my muse.” Your breath hitched from the close proximity, internally cursing yourself as you reminded yourself it was only a friendship. But you found yourself desperately craving more.

A playful grin breaks out on your lips, “Oh yeah? You better be grateful!” Thorpe smirks in return, “I can find better ways to show my gratitude.” The two of you dangerously dangled over the lines of friendship and romance, your heart beating sickeningly quick. Your voice dropped to a soft whisper as you cupped his face, “Then show me.” Xavier lets out a groan at your words, craving you just as desperately. Unbeknownst to you, Thorpe’s had his eyes on you the moment you walked into Thornhill’s class, kicking out Ajax from his seat as you scanned the room lost. “You have no idea how much that means to me.” The long haired brunette leaned in capturing your lips in a kiss you were more than happy to return. His arms pulling you flush against him as he guided you onto his lap straddling him. As you kissed, one of your hands travelled to his hair tugging gently as he whined into your mouth. You took a mental note of course.

You pulled away to catch your breath but, Xavier wasn’t quite done with you yet. His lips trailed down from yours, moving to your jaw and onto the juncture between your neck and shoulder sucking harsh enough to leave a mark as you groaned beneath him before soothing it with a kiss. You were gasping against him as he marked your neck over and over before he met your lips again. There was no fight for dominance as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, that boy would honestly let you do anything to him. You ran your hands through his hair once more as he groaned until the two of you finally pulled away. You gave him one more peck, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Xavier raises his eyebrows smirking slightly, “Oh yeah? You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that!” You grin, “Winner gets a kiss.” He pulls you closer staring at your lips, “Can’t argue with that.”

Draw Me Like One of Your French Girls - Xavier Thorpe x Reader

Summary: It's Friday and everyone is heading out to Jericho for some fun. But you and Xavier think you can have plenty of fun right in his dorm.

TW: profanity, innuendo, sexual situations, p in v sex, fucking without protection (wrap it before you tap it, kids)

Word Count: 1,744 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Wednesday characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

You tap your pencil against your notebook impatiently, staring at the clock, willing it to go faster. Xavier looks over and gives you a small smile.

“So anxious.”

“Shut up,” you mumble as he takes your hand in his, “I just want this stupid class to be over.”

“I thought herbology is your favorite,” Xavier raises an eyebrow at you, nudging you.

You give your boyfriend a dirty look, “Don’t be cute. I need this class to be over.”

“I wonder why.”

And Ms. Thornhill tells you that class is over and you can pack your things. All of your belongings are quickly and carelessly tossed into your bag while Xavier watches you in amusement.

Ever since Rowan left, or was murdered according to Wednesday, your boyfriend has had his dorm to himself. And last weekend, after he snuck you in, he made a suggestion that’s been cemented in your mind ever since he said it.

“Hey, you remember that movie? Titanic?”

You look at him, curious, “Where Leo dies?”

“Well, that’s part of it,” he grins slightly, “Would you let me draw you like that?”

“Wait, when he draws the girl naked?”

“Yeah.”

As you’re leaving the classroom, Ms. Thornhill pulls you aside, needing to talk to you about something to do with your roommate, Yoko. You sigh, hiding your annoyance as best as you can, turning to Xavier.

“I’ll meet you up there,” you say quietly.

He presses a quick kiss to your forehead before walking out of the room. You can’t help but stare after him and admire him. His broad shoulders, the grace with which he carries himself. He turns back and winks at you, making you laugh quietly.

After Ms. Thornhill finally releases you, you race up to your dorm, ignoring Enid’s excited wave. You love her, but for fuck’s sake, if you miss out on time with your boyfriend to hear her complain about that dumbass stoner kid, you’re going to murder her.

Yoko is in your room, watching you with slight interest as you quickly change your clothes, “You and Xavier going into town?”

You shake your head, grinning at her, “No, no we are not. We’re staying in, if you know what I mean.”

She snickers, heading out the door, “Have fun.”

“Oh, I will!”

You hear her laugh again before she closes the door.

You quickly rid yourself of your underwear, wanting to surprise Xavier when you show up and take your uniform off. You can practically see his face in your mind’s eye. You fix your makeup and hair before walking over to your boyfriend’s dorm.

Weems almost catches you, so you duck behind a Poe statue, rendering yourself invisible. After she leaves, you bolt over to Xavier’s dorm, banging on the door.

“It’s open!”

You open the door, enter Xavier’s dorm, and turn around to slam it shut, locking it behind you. Xavier stares at you, confused.

“Weems almost caught me,” you explain, running into his open arms and grinning up at him, “Hello.”

“Hi,” he smiles down at you, kissing you softly, his hands resting on your hips, “You ready to do this?”

“Mhm,” you say, pulling back from him, “Born ready.”

He grabs his desk chair and takes a seat, “Undress for me.”

You shed your uniform jacket, followed by your shoes. You turn around, letting your shirt and skirt drop to the ground, revealing to Xavier you’re wearing nothing underneath. You hear his breath hitch. You smirk to yourself and move to lay down on his bed.

“How do you want me?”

“Uh.”

You laugh, seeing his jaw hanging, looking like a cartoon character, “Well?”

He walks toward you, moving to grab your face and pull you into a kiss, but you stick your hand up between his lips and yours. He opens his eyes and stares at you in confusion.

“You don’t get to touch me until you’re done. I want my sketch, baby.”

He frowns, “C’mon, babe, you can’t be serious!”

You pat his cheek, grinning at him, “I am.”

You lay down on his bed, posing like the girl from Titanic did and quoting in as dramatic a voice as possible, “Draw me like one of your French girls, Xavier.”

Xavier sighs but laughs in spite of himself at how ridiculous you are. He drags his feet back over to his chair. He’s like a little kid who just got his favorite toy taken away.

He pulls his chair close to you and opens his sketchbook, “Okay, I don’t get to touch you till I’m done?”

“Wow, great memory,” you tease him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he rolls his eyes, moving his pencil along the paper for only a moment or two before closing the sketchbook, “Done! Let’s make out now.”

You give him a look, “That fast? Show it to me.”

He sighs, opening the book and showing you the page. Your jaw drops.

“It’s a fucking stick figure, X!”

“You didn’t say the drawing had to be good!”

You shake your head, “If you don’t do draw me and do it well, I’m not fucking you for a week.”

His eyes widen, “You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m so fucking serious, baby.”

He pouts and rips out the page with his awful stick figure, crumpling it up and tossing it at you, “Here.”

You toss it back at him, “No! I feel like she’s judging me with those creepy eyes and weird boobs!”

He throws his head and laughs at you, “I love you so much.”

And he starts actually sketching. You watch him as he works. He’s beautiful, you think, as his eyes move between you and the sketchbook, his hair falling slightly in his face. He looks more intense than you’ve ever seen him when he’s doing a sketch. It’s a bit of an ego boost, if you’re being honest.

When he’s done, around thirty minutes later, he moves to lie down in his bed next to you, handing you the sketchbook, “I hope this one is more to your liking, my muse,” he teases.

You open it and gasp. You always knew he was talented, but this? This is something else. And the way he’s drawn you makes you feel like you’re the most beautiful person to have ever walked the earth. You look at him, smiling, a little shy now.

“Aw, don’t get all coy on me now,” he teases, “You were acting like a little minx when we started.”

“Is this really how you see me?” you ask, rolling over to straddle him, carefully setting his book on his side table, “I mean, I-”

He nods, moving his hands to hold your thighs, pulling you closer to him, “Yeah. It is.”

You lean down and kiss him, moving your hands to run through his hair. He moans into your mouth, moving his hands to squeeze your ass as you grind yourself against him.

“Gotta let me get out of these clothes, babe.”

You move off of him for a second and let him stand up to ditch his clothes, each article that comes off revealing more of him to you. You smile at him, staring in admiration.

“I think you’re beautiful too, X.”

He moves to lie down beside you, facing you, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

He lifts your leg to drape it over his and looks at you questioningly, “You’re okay if I-”

You nod, “Enid took me to get a refill on my birth control. It’s fine. And I’ve been wet the whole fucking time you were sketching me, so do us both a favor and skip the foreplay,” you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and whisper, “I need you inside of me right now.”

He nods eagerly and slides into you, making you moan at the way he fills you up. He stays there for a moment, completely still, reveling in how warm you wet you feel around him.

“X, baby,” you plead, taking his face in your hands, “Please? Move?”

He nods, pulling you closer and bucking his hips into yours, going even deeper, still laying beside you. You haven’t fucked in this position before, but you love the intimacy of it and you know he does too. He watches you intently, loving each expression you make, the sound of each of your pants and whines of his name.

He sets a faster pace, holding your leg in place on top of his and fucking into you like he’ll never get to touch you again. Each time, it feels like he’s fucking you harder, faster, deeper than the thrust before. He moves his hand from your leg to rub your clit, making you whine at the sensation. It’s almost too much, but at the same time, it’s never enough.

“Tell me you love me,” he whispers, “Tell me what I do to you.”

“I love you,” you somehow manage to say as his long cock slams into you, “You make me feel like we’re the only two people in the world.”

Xavier kisses you, continuing to rub your clit and thrust into you, making you cry out his name as he brings you closer to the edge. You feel a burning heat in your stomach and know you’re close, your body clenching around him.

“Come for me, Y/N,” he murmurs.

And with one last thrust, he has you screaming his name; you feel every part of your body is on fire and the only thing that can help is him.

He fucks you through your high, only pulling out to spill himself onto the bed.

Xavier presses a kiss to your forehead, smiling at you, “That was amazing. You were amazing.”

You press a kiss to his chest, where his heart is, “I love you, X. More than I ever thought I could ever love a person.”

He rests his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes, “Is it weird if I tell you that you’re kind of my best friend?”

You grin at him, “No. Because you’re my best friend too.”

You roll on top of him, laughing to yourself, making Xavier ask, “What’s so funny?”

“We should reenact the car scene next time. You know? When Leo’s hand is in the window and it’s all steamy-”

You feel him harden again against your leg, “Babe,” he grins, “The night’s still young. Let’s find a car.”

The Wrong Merch

2022 pre-season testing in Bahrain, your daughter sporting the wrong team merch.

Just a little blurb to acompany the Pierre Gasly x reader Instagram AU I strated. Let me know what you think

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