#ahs 1984 oneshot

[blakescoven]

11 with Xavier 🥺 plz!

11. Telling them a dumb joke just to see their smile 

A/N: cant believe I actually wrote something after MONTHS. This is trash I’m sorry :( and things got out of hand because it’s about 2k words oops, but thank you for the ask darling, I had fun🖤 (Despite my proofreading there might be grammar mistakes because of my italian illiterate ass, so please be nice)

Warnings: they’re ghosts here, but honestly just dumb jokes, fluff and a heated moment but if you blink you’ll miss it haha

It’s one of those mornings. One of those mornings when the sunlight peaks through the window waking you up. But why even bother sleeping when you’re dead? Well, call it a habit, call it boredom, call it not wanting to let go that crumb of routine which, as much as possible, allows you to keep holding on to whatever is the shred of humanity left within you; like a fading flame that, for some reason, is still burning. Or at least this is the only way to not dissociate from reality and preserve your sanity.

Based on the amount of light, it must be almost 9 am.

Before even opening your eyes, you already know that he isn’t there. It’s when you turn to the other side of the bed that you get the confirmation; he’s not beside you, just crumpled sheets cold to the touch.

It's one of those mornings you perfectly know where he went. As much as he may not want to admit it, Xavier is pretty predictable.

Halloween has just slipped by, and all of you however-reluctant-residents of Camp Redwood spent 24 hours of complete freedom from that hellmouth, that place which does nothing but constantly remind you of that life that none of the souls stuck there had the chance to live. 24 hours to do ‘whatever the hell you want’. On this occasion, you guys are used to split up and part from each other; it has become a sort of established practice not talking about what you did on those hours, a somewhat “private full-day experience” that you all have this silent agreement to not share.

But then there was Montana being Montana, who enthusiastically bragged about how many frat guys and girls she hooked up with and then mercilessly killed at those wild college gatherings, despite your well-known disappointment on killing innocent people in cold blood. But actually, you’re almost a hundred percent certain that she and Trevor annually spent that day together, doing crazy things and partying all night long. For the first few years, after becoming aware that all the trapped souls are somehow unbound from the invisible restraints and free to step outside the borders of the ‘slaughter camp’, acclimatizing to the evolution and changing of times has been particularly challenging.

You were the one of the gang that for years had used those 24 hours to find a way to set you spirits free from redwood, once and for all. You talked to mediums and psychics, charlatans, coming close to obsession; it has been Xavier who persuaded you to let go, begging to just give up.

“Xav, there must be a way out of this, a loophole…something that could release our souls and let us move on, I-”

“Babe stop, we tried hard enough, but that's just the way it is…and then at least there’s a bright side,” he claimed with a faint smile, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“And what on earth can that be?” you sighed.

“We've got all eternity to be together.”

He’s always been your rock. A hotshot and a dork too, but still. You wouldn’t want anybody else by your side for the rest of your non-life. 

So, from that moment, once a year, you and Xavier chose to make the most of your ‘day off’ going on dates, like normal couples do. For over three decades.

Then, as they say, the sun comes up and reality sets in.

And every time, without skipping a year, having to go back to the camp and dealing with that dreadful reality killed Xavier’s mood drastically. His aching heart led him to want to pass the day after in complete isolation, lost in his thoughts, grieving about what he has lost.

“I need to be alone for a while, Y/N” he used to mumble with a shrug, his usual confidence gone all at once, “This ‘let’s play humans’ thing was a mistake.” 

And every single year you let him walk away, respecting what has now become a sort of ritual, of cathartic moment. Year after year seeing all those people living their lives, achieving their dreams, having a purpose, or just solely breathing was too much for Xavier. Realizing that he won’t ever have anything of this. For this reason, you always gave him space. But not today. You’ve always felt powerless; all you want is finding a way to let your boyfriend know that, as he had said decades ago, ‘it’s time to move on and accept your new reality’. No more sorrow. If there’s something you know is how to cheer up your favorite aerobics instructor. 

On this November 1st of what should be 2020, Xavier is, as well as the last twenty years, sitting on the dock by the lake and staring off into space, surrounded by a disturbing silence.

“Boo” you seductively whispered in the shell of his ear, appearing out of nowhere kneeled behind him.

“Nice try,” he replies sarcastically, albeit his tone was rather emotionless, plain. “…but I can tell when you’re around.” He doesn’t even turn, totally unimpressed by your weak attempt of scaring him.

“Lame” you smirk, suddenly getting up, “Thought you could use some company, tough boy.”

You can’t see his face but you’re sure he is rolling his eyes now. He just sighs. Oh, and do you love his drama queen manners.

Without a real invitation to join him, you sit down again, this time right next to him, swinging your legs off the dock. You stare at the same direction he’s looking at, nervously tapping your fingers on the hard-wooden planks to the beat of an 80’s song.

“So,” you casually begin, though he seems pretty lost in his own thoughts, “Why don’t we skinny dip? I bet that could wash away that sad face.” you grin, biting your lip. 

You’ve never been this cheeky before, but what’s wrong in testing the waters?! Honestly, you’re not even sure he is actually paying attention to what you’re saying; you feel almost lucky he acknowledged your presence. You sure as hell won’t budge or back off this time, you won’t indulge his annual pity party. This time you are more than determined to make your boyfriend feel better, even unleashing your secret anti-sadness weapon.

Evidently caught off guard from this unusual boldness, Xavier lifts his head and turns to you with a surprised look on his face, but frowning at the same time.

Damn it, how can he be so attractive even when he furrows his brows like that?

Right now, the glare of sunlight on the water is perfectly reflecting off his sharp features, and, in this one moment, it’s like everything else falls away, and it’s just the two of you. Nothing else matters but him. Just a few seconds and you’re positive you’re going to forget the reason why you are there in the first place.

It’s the soft sound of his voice that brings you back to reality.

“I’m not sad.”

You shoot him a spare-me-that-bullshit-glance, that doesn’t go unnoticed, since he immediately emphasizes what he said in an attempt to make it sound more convincing, a few octaves higher.

“I’m not sad, Y/N!”

Very well Xav, time to bring out the big guns then.

With what you think is the most serious and straight expression your face can make in that moment, you tenderly place a hand on this cheek, which results in his brows furrowing even more, as if he’s silently questioning your sudden change of demeanor. He’s already preparing to get your lecture when instead you come up with:

“Do you know why ghosts are terrible liars?”

With a combo of a dramatic pause and a poker face, you bite the inside of your cheek noting his confused and puzzled look, “You can see right through them.”

Xavier’s blue eyes suddenly widen, shocked by your brainless joke that you’re certain he wasn’t expecting. You remain silent and he looks at you with his mouth slightly open, completely speechless.

“No way, no no no,” his eyebrows raised even further, “You didn’t say what you’ve just said.” and despite his apparent grimace, he lets out a loud laugh he really can’t hold back.

“Any chance to unhear this cringe-worthy joke?”

“Oh stop, it wasn’t that bad.”

“Are you kidding me?” he dramatically snorts. Theatrical might be the right word to describe the way your boyfriend always reacts when he’s at a loss of words.

“If you were searching for a non-physical way to kill me, you just found it.” he puts a hand on his forehead.

“Then why are you laughing, blondie?” you tease him.

“Because you’re the worst comedian ever, baby.”

Yeah? A bulb glows on your head.

“I disagree. Now tell me, what do you call a ghost-comedian?”

“Don’t you dare.” he warns

“DEAD-FUNNY” you scream back, then bursting into laughter.

It starts as a chuckle, but soon Xavier can’t help but mirror your reaction, cracking up himself.

It’s a laughter that fills his lungs, so hard that it takes his breath away, loud yet so warm and pleasant. The lack of oxygen doesn’t matter. All the distress of the past few days melts; as long as you two stay together, the tension is relieved.

“Jeez, you’re lucky you’re the love of my life,” he lightly shakes his head, “...otherwise I would run away from you as fast as I can.” he lies, lightly bumping your shoulder.

Fixing quite unconsciously his signature bleached hair, always perfectly styled, has been his tic for ages. The first time you noticed it was when he nervously tried to divert attention from his blushing, finally bent on making a move on you. You two were friends, but head over the heels for each other.

He smiles at himself; even the thought alone of spending the eternity in that purgatory without you is inconceivable.

“Why don’t you write a book with all these bad jokes?!” he mocks you.

“Only with you as a ghostwriter!” and proud of your quick-but-cheap pun, you put on a massive shit-eating grin on your face.

“Are you fucking with me, Y/N?” Xavier smiles at you lovingly, pinching your side that he knows is a ticklish-weak-spot. 

Your body twitches to escape his hold and push his hands away, but when you grab his wrists something shifts inside you. Are your eyes clouded with…is it lust? You’re not sure what it is, but you give him a little smirk, and, much to Xavier’s surprise, you straddle him placing your hands on his toned chest.

“Not yet, babe…unless it is what you want.”

“God Y/N, you suck at flirting” he claims but the groan that slips out means he can’t hide his arousal as much as he would.

“Teach me, then. Still got the moves?” you slightly shift, making sure to adjust your position with a slow grind against his half-boner. He hisses and lets out a little moan in response.

“Very well, but I think we should work on your flexibility first.”

What follows is a series of slow open-mouthed kisses on your jaw and love bites on his neck. You will never get tired of this, not even in a million years.

“Hey, Romeo and Ghouliet! Stop fucking your brains out and get over here…we have a sort of guest.” Chet screams from the lakeshore.

“We are not!” You both manage to say, reluctantly interrupting your heated kiss.

“I’m dead dears, not stupid.” the brunette winks.

Damn cockblocker.

“A guest?” Xavier questions, tilting his head and looking at you as if you know what Chet is talking about. You shrug and ask the athlete who this person is and what exactly they want.

“I think it’s about our…condition. Clairvoyance shit, I don’t know. Her name is Billie Dean Howard or something.” Chet explains, not sure either what all this is about.

Xavier is the first to get up, helping you do the same.

“Maybe she’s just a ghost-obsessed freak who wants to reopen the camp?!” you wonder out loud and tenderly link your hand with your boyfriend’s, ready to go.

“Yeah, maybe. But it wouldn’t be a bad idea, though.”

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Born in Flames |

Tate Langdon x Reader

Word Count: 1,012

synopsis: Can the devil himself find comfort in simple things? Or does he crave something more cynical..

We are born alone and we die alone, but what happens after?

The raindrops were flowing down the car window as houses passed me by in a frenzy of color. My parent’s car pulls at a stop next to the shiny black gates of the famous “Murder House.” The new residence of the Harmon family, the perfect home to start over.

“Alright girls, why don’t you head inside and pick out your bedrooms.” Says Vivian as she starts to gather her belongings.

The wooden floors creaked as Violet and I stepped through the threshold of the mansion. Walking up the grand staircase was like descending into the unknown yet familiar abyss. The smell of vinegar was overpowering to say the least, in an attempt to get away from it I stepped into the first room I could find.

It was a bedroom with cerulean colored walls, two windows next to each other and arcs decorating the ceiling. The room reminded me of my childhood, before my parent’s murder that is.

In 1994 both of my parents got invited to speak at a local high school. I was two years old when I received the news of my parents death. Turns out the day that they were visiting the school, some kid decided to play god. He shot and killed fifteen people that day, two of them being my parents.

Since Vivan knew my parents, she offered to adopt me. After a long plane ride from California to Massachusetts I finally met my step sister, Violet. During our childhood Vi and I got along quite well, but as high school came around we drifted apart.

Now because of Ben I was standing in a house a few blocks away from my family home. Finding out that you are moving to Los Angeles sounds like a dream right? Wrong, it felt more like a waking nightmare, but both Ben and Vivian were sure that this was the place to be.

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“So, is this the room that you picked?” Questions Violet as she enters the azule bedroom.

“Um yeah I guess so.. it has a nice atmosphere.” I answer while giving the room one last look.

After our short exchange both Violet and I head back downstairs to help our parents with the boxes. The movers arrived shortly after to move in our furniture and the heavier items. Overall the day seemed to be going quite well, peaceful even. That is until one of our neighbors decided to pay us an unexpected visit.

Turns out that said neighbour was a middle aged woman who lived in the house next to ours. She spent most of her visit talking to Vivian, but of course after a while she came around to greet the entire family. After a quick “hello” in Ben’s direction and a brisk conversation with Violet, it was my turn to meet the blonde woman.

“Saving the best for last I see… you must be YN. I’m Constance, I live next door.” Said the blonde as she made her way to where I was standing.

“Yes ma’am that’s me, it’s lovely to meet you.” I tried my best to sound as genuine as possible, but it was hard to deny that Constance gave me the creeps. Something about her just didn’t sit right with me.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes… and so well mannered.” Said Constance as she studied me for a few more moments before moving on. By the time she said her goodbyes to Ben and Vivian, I was already heading up the grand staircase.

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After a few more hours of unpacking, it was time to head off to bed. I grabbed my pajamas along with some hygiene products and headed off to the bathroom.

The cold water felt so refreshing against my flushed face, the LA heat was definitely no joke. As I continued splashing my face with the cooling liquid, I swear I felt a sudden gust of wind hit my bare legs.

Not bothering to wipe my face with the towel, I moved closer to the air conditioning duct. No matter how close my hand was to the vent, I couldn’t feel any of the frigid air from before. After a while I decided to forget about the incident and try to get some sleep.

My first night in the famous “Murder House” went by quickly and rather peacefully. For the first time in months I could truly say that I got a good night's rest. This was the first night in a long time that I didn’t have any nightmares, it felt as if someone scared them away.

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The following morning went by in a blurry haze, and before I knew it the time on the clock read four pm. I decided to head downstairs and make myself some chamomile tea. As I was waiting for the tea kettle I heard a light knock on the front door. When I opened it I was expecting to see Constance or maybe the mailman, however both of those guesses were wrong.

It was a boy around my age, if not a bit older, he had blonde curly hair and wore a 90’s style outfit.

“Hello, I’m Tate. I uh live next door.”

“I’m YN, come on in.” I responded as I moved out of the way so that he could get in the house.

“I like what you’ve done with the place.” Tate commented on the decorations and furniture we put up the day prior.

“Oh um thanks, not to be rude but did you need something?” I questioned as the blonde looked at the picture frames hanging on the walls.

“Yeah actually here to see Ben Harmon.”

“You’re a patient of his?” I asked as my curiosity got the best of me.

Before Tate could answer, Ben came out of his office and introduced himself to the blonde. After a few minutes of small talk, Ben guided Tate towards the office and just like that both of them disappeared behind the closed doors.

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PS. Im going to be taking a break soon but I will be back here in a few weeks. Requests are open so please feel free to send them! <3

[spideybb]

what it would be like if you and xavier had a crush on each other

i LOVE xavier okay. he is 100% my comfort character. so i thought i would make this headcanon <3 hope someone out there enjoys! also i absolutely hate the word crush i dunno why it makes me feel so childish to use it LMAO. (also 2 headcanons in one day??? oops)

okay, you would notice xavier first at the aerobics studio and would end up signing up for his class as a way to get to know him. lucky for you, you also caught his eye.

he would 100% stare and check you out during his class. you’d catch him doing it (and he would also catch you doing the same).

if you played hard to get, he would definitely become almost desperate to get your attention. his friends would also totally make fun of him for this. if you didn’t play hard to get, you two would probably flirt a ton and all of his friends would make jokes about how the two of you should “fuck already” to break the sexual tension.

once the two of you formed a small friendship, he would start to invite you out with him and his friends. you’d decline the first few times but eventually you would give in.

you’d get along well with his friends, which would make him more attracted to you. after hanging out with him and his friends a few times, you’d start to have more than just a physical attraction to xavier.

sometimes he’d drive you home after a hangout once you got more comfortable with him.

you two would show each other a different side of yourselves. you and xavier would occasionally show the other a more vulnerable side or just a side you never showed anyone else—xavier especially, he was more comfortable being his true self with you than anyone else.

i feel like he’d definitely try to show off for you during his aerobic classes i dunno i just get that vibe. like even when y’all did become friends, he would still show off.

xavier is also upfront about things so eventually he would probably flat out admit to having a crush on you after flirting with you for a little while and noticing that you flirt back. he’d ask you out afterwards and, obviously, you would say yes.

basically it would be a lot of mutual pining and sexual tension until xavier would finally speak up because you’re too shy to. then y’all would be a power couple idc.

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I just had to get this out of my head lol

Warnings: sexual content (obvi), drug mentions, bondage kink, cockwarming, sex in a car, probably more that I can’t think of

18+ ONLY

Well first off we know that Xavier can definitely be both, but for the most part, he’s Dom all the way

He’ll tie you up for hours and tease you the whole time, sometimes not even letting you come

He’ll use toys that’ll make you scream so much that the only name you remember is his

You’ve gotten exactly two noise complaints

There was one time where you two went at it for hours, and you couldn’t even walk the next day, and he carried you all over the apartment

One day, you went on a day trip with Trevor, Montana and Xavier to the beach

You were teasing him from the moment you climbed in the van that morning

Every time he tried to get you two alone, something came up so you both were... frustrated all day

By the time you left it was well after 11 pm

You wanted to “cuddle” so Xavier reluctantly handed the keys to Trevor and climbed into the last row with you

Not long after, Montana was asleep and trevor was focused on the highway, playing a Billy Idol tape on low to stay awake

Seeing his chance, Xavier slowly pulled you so he was sitting sideways across the bench seat and you were straddling his lap

Sensing what he was getting at, you didn’t hesitate to lean forward so your head was in the crook of his neck

He was already half hard so he pulled himself out of his loose shorts he had on at the beach

You’ve been turned on all day so you were already wet for him

You just had your thin cover up and bra on so he had no trouble sliding in fully

“Okay baby, you don’t want Trevor to know, so I’m gonna need you to stay still for me”

He held your hips tight so you couldn’t ride him like you wanted

You sat like that for about ten minutes, muffling your breathing in his neck

Then Trevor went on a side road, and you could feel every single bump the van hit on the road

Xavier held on tighter, trying his best not to thrust up into you

Every bump got you closer to the edge

Not too long after the road evened out and it was smooth the rest of the way home

He dropped Trevor and Montana off and raced the both of you to the nearest dark parking lot

By that point you were laying in the back smoking a joint you had found in the glove box

Xavier threw the car in park and crawled into the back with you

The two of you sat together on the floor and finished the joint, and lit up another

Once you finished that one, you pulled him down so he was laying on top of you on the floor

You both stripped the rest of your clothes off and finished what you started earlier

It was slow and giggly from the weed but it was perfect

AN: shit guys that really turned into more of a one shot didn’t it? I’m thinking of making a part two of this since I have way more thoughts on this particular topic.

[prophecy-is-inevitable]

Day of the Dead

Xavier x Fem Reader

Halloween had always been Xavier’s favorite holiday, and it’s not the same without him this year. After a child in a cemetery shares some words of wisdom with you, you decide to pay your final respects at Camp Redwood.

Warnings: Angst, Grief/Mourning a Loved One, Fluff, Smut, Soft!Ghost Xavier (Let me know if you’d like me to add anything!)

Word Count: 3344

Here is the Xavier “Halloween” Oneshot! I thought it would be good to at least mention the other holiday celebrated this weekend, and who better to do that with than our favorite pastel-wearing ghost! The incorporation of the Day of the Dead into this story is meant with respect and acknowledgement to those who celebrate. ¡Feliz Día de los Muertos!

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It had been hard to believe, even with all of the news coverage and the funeral. It was all the people of LA could talk about all summer long. The beach waves hardly drowned out the murmurs of sunbathers and surfers recalling the latest articles or how they’re pretty sure they’d had an aerobics class with Montana Duke as one point. It made you sick. A man was in a coma. One of your acquaintances was in prison. People had died--your friends...your loved one. 

You still couldn’t accept that Xavier was gone. When he had told you he was going to Camp Redwood to work as a counselor with his friends, you had kissed him goodbye and told him to have fun. If you had known that the only time you would see him again would be in his casket, you would have said more. You would have told him that he was the only one you wanted to spend your days and nights with. You would have told him that you loved him. 

Los Angeles was a place that offered so many possibilities and so many options. The both of you had agreed to keep your options open, even as you found yourselves falling back into one another when things didn’t quite work out with said options. This summer trip with his friends would be a good chance for him to unwind and take a break from the city and maybe meet someone new. He’d invited you, of course, but he knew as well as you did that the summer job wouldn’t cover your rent, and you had a decent job in the city. Again, maybe if you had known how much you would miss seeing those frosted tips walking through your door or the sassy sway of his hips when he came to wrap his arms around you in the kitchen, you would have gone. Maybe you could have saved him if you had been there. Maybe he could have lived instead of you.

Xavier was always stronger than you. He had a smile that could light up the room and make those around him beam in return. Everyone wanted to be him or be with him. He had a confidence and charisma in the way he carried himself and treated those around him that you couldn’t help but admire. Even if his beautiful steel eyes found their way to others, they always managed to come back to you. To be fair, your own eyes often appreciated others, as did your hands and lips. Subconsciously, you always found yourself comparing the taste of another’s kiss or the feeling of their lips on yours to the pillowy soft caresses or passionate captive embraces of Xavier’s.

Halloween made it even harder. Xav had always, always loved Halloween. He’d thoroughly enjoyed the ability to find a costume and dress up and take on a character for a night. As an aspiring actor, it was good practice and something he was passionate about. It hurt you deeply to know that he could no longer take part in the things he loved the most. Without him, these things were just painful reminders of how empty your life felt now. 

You didn’t bother dressing up this year. Some of the day you simply spent by his grave, placing tiny pumpkins as decorations or telling him your happiest memories from years prior.

“Do you remember a couple years ago, Xav? When we tried to carve pumpkins and forgot to get those special little serrated knives to make it easier? You tried to use a butter knife, because you were afraid you’d cut yourself with anything else. The knife was so dull it hardly cut through the damn thing and ended up pushing it off the table.” You laughed softly at the memory even as tears trickled down your cheeks. “It exploded all over the floor and we were finding seeds under things in the kitchen for weeks.”

Many Mexican families had come to the LA area in hopes of better prospects, and you watched as many of them trickled into the cemetery throughout the day with arms full of flowers and food and photographs of loved ones in celebration of Día de los Muertos. You watched, enraptured, as a family situated themselves a couple graves over from you and began decorating the tombstone in candles and flowers. Their child caught you staring and smiled. Their tiny hands placed a large loaf of bread in the center of the altar they had created before they joined you.

“You look sad.” You couldn’t help but smile softly at the child’s innocent observation.

“Yes. I miss someone very much. He meant a lot to me.” Your hand reached out to graze the top of Xavier’s tombstone. He’d had no family, or at least no family that you knew of, and his other friends had shared his fate. The child smiled at you brightly and that confused you. They seemed to notice your confusion and they tilted their head.

“You don’t need to be sad. As long as you remember them, their spirit will live on and be happy in the afterlife,” they explained. Large tears brimmed in your eyes and a tightness took hold of your throat. “If we don’t forget our loved ones, they can always come back to us.” You blinked up at them, surprised at the way their words comforted you as you sat in the damp cemetery grass. They darted back over to their family for a moment, and then returned to you with something in their hands. It was a small sugar skull. You placed it carefully at the center of Xavier’s gravemarker and admired the bright blue details of the eyes and yellow swirls around the crown of the skull. Xav would have appreciated the resemblance.

The next day, you decided to visit Camp Redwood and say your final goodbyes. Maybe it would help you get some closure or feel momentarily closer to Xavier if you saw the last place he had been alive. Seeing the wooden sign gave you goosebumps, and you stopped your car before crossing beneath it. Were you ready for this? You swallowed thickly and eased down the gas pedal to drive towards the camp. 

Everything looked...so normal. It looked exactly like you would expect a summer camp to look during the fall. There were leaves and needles everywhere, and the smell of damp earth and trees filled the air. A morbid part of you was expecting something awful, something that gave away the terrible events that happened here. You got out of the car once you reached the main area of the campgrounds where you could see the cabins. It was getting hard to breathe.

Several minutes passed before you mustered up the courage to actually open the door and get out. There was a strange silence in the air that even the birds didn’t want to break. It was still and peaceful, and it made the hair at the base of your neck stand up. Upon reaching one of the picnic tables, you pulled a small framed photo of Xavier from your purse. You propped it up and smiled softly at the goofy grin on his face. He’d gone for headshots not long before his trip to the camp, and you remembered him telling you how hard it was for him not to smile. The photographer had liked the picture so much that they had printed it anyway. You loved the look of excitement on his handsomely sculpted face. There was a small tea candle in your purse that you placed with the picture and watched the flame dance on the glass of the frame.

“I’m so sorry, Xavier. I miss you so much.” You crossed your arms on the top of the picnic table and rested your head on them as you wept. “I should have been here with you. Or at least told you what you meant to me.” You sniffled and choked a quiet sob. You’d never said the words out loud, and they lodged painfully in your throat when you tried to express them to the empty air. “I love you, Xavier.” But it was too little too late.

“You...love me?’ a voice asked quietly behind you. Your head instantly shot up from your arms. You were hearing things. Slowly, you turned around, and your mouth dropped open at the man standing there. You were on your feet instantly, nearly tripping over the bench of the table to do so, and you took a step towards him.

“Xavier? But you...you died. I was at your funeral… How..?” The shock had your heart hammering in your chest, and you found it hard to catch your breath. A sad smile crossed the plump lips that you had missed so much, and he shrugged as if what he said was the most casual thing in the world.

“Yeah. I’m dead, babe. I know.” Slow steps brought him to you as if he were approaching an injured animal preparing to bolt into the wilderness. “But did you mean what you said? That you love me?” Your mouth opened and closed without knowing exactly how to respond. What was happening?! His hand came up to stroke your cheek, and a shuddering breath pulled from your lungs at the familiar warmth. It felt so real. You instantly covered his hand with your own as more tears streaked your cheeks. “Please. Say it again.”

“I love you, Xavier.” In that moment, you didn’t care how it had happened or what was happening. This was your Xavier and you had a second chance. You were not going to let it slip away. “I love you so much.” Both of your hands reached up and cupped his face, your thumbs stroking his high cheekbones, and he did the same to you. His eyes were brimming with unshed tears at your words, and his body tensed like a spring prepared to snap.

“I love you, too.” Xavier leaned in and captured your lips desperately in his. You didn’t want to breathe for fear of having to break the kiss. You were afraid that if you opened your eyes there would be only air in front of you again. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case. Xavier was there, perfect tears trailing straight down his cheeks. Your thumb brushed them away as you stared at him in both joy and disbelief. Of course you wanted to ask how it was possible, but questions could come later.

Xavier grabbed your hand and led you quickly to one of the cabins that still contained fully dressed beds. In a few short moments, they were the only things dressed in the room. Xavier pulled your shirt off with frantic movements as if he was afraid you would disappear. Once your skin was exposed, however, he immediately slowed. He dropped feathery kisses over your chest and stomach, paying careful attention to your bare breasts before journeying downward. You clutched at his shirt and tugged it over his head so your hands could trace the smooth planes of his muscled back and upper shoulders. Your head tipped back as he ran his tongue from your navel to the waistband of your pants. 

“Please, Xav,” you moaned, one hand sliding into his perfectly sculpted hair. His wide, baby blue eyes gazed up at you with pupils blown wide by desire. You knew your eyes must have looked the same. Your breath hitched when he slowly rolled down the tops of your pants, taking your panties with them, and he placed sweet kisses down the entire length of your leg. Occasionally, he flicked his tongue across the skin before moving further down. He removed your shoes and socks so he could follow with the rest of your clothes, repeating the trail with his lips as he had on the precious leg. “Xavier…”

“I know, baby. Don’t worry--I’m going to take care of you.” Xavier stood up again to press another kiss to your lips. You followed when he attempted to pull back, not entirely ready for it to end. He chuckled against your lips and teased his tongue along your cupid’s bow. You were all too happy to allow him entry, and you groaned when you could finally taste him on your tongue again. He walked you back to one of the beds until you were forced to sit on the end. He kissed his way back up from your ankles to your lips, and you quivered beneath him.

Xavier was already throbbing in his shorts, and he tipped his head back with a groan when you began to palm him. His breath ghosted over your cheek as he looked down at you, seeming to take in every feature of your face.

“You are so beautiful, and I am such a fucking idiot for not making you mine every single day.” He dove in for another kiss that drew a whimper from your throat.

“I’ve always been yours. Always have and always will.” The tender exchange left you both eager to prove yourself to the other, and your fingers hooked into his shorts to help shuck them off. The tip of his cock immediately pressed to your entrance, but Xavier held back to make sure you were ready. A few lazy rolls of his hips coated his length in your wetness and assured him that you needed no further preparation. Neither of you would last long at this rate.

The unified groan reached every corner of the cabin as Xavier sank into you, his head dropping to your chest. You stroked his hair, one hand tracing shapes over his back, and whispered loving words while he panted against your skin. If only you could have stayed like this forever. This was how it was meant to be. He began moving with languid thrusts, savoring the feel of your tight heat clenching around him with each re-entry. Xavier curved his body over your own to seek as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. 

“I’ve missed you so much. You feel so fucking good,” he panted and steadily began to increase his pace. Your legs dangled over his hips, and you ran your feet lovingly along his calves while sucking his earlobe between your teeth. He cried out softly, thrusting sharply into you in surprise, and you reciprocated his pleasured shout. The old wooden bed creaked beneath you with each thrust Xavier made deeper into you. The gentle touches of his hands along your sides and the worshipping kisses he left on the arms around his neck made you quiver around him. You were so close. The pace increased when you voiced your impending climax to your lover. His forehead was slick with sweat, and you could tell he was holding back.

“I’m so close, Xav. Come with me, please,” you begged, arching your back off the bed to feel his cock push farther into your warmth. He moaned loudly through his teeth, twitching inside of you from the words you spoke and the physical signs of you clenching around him sporadically. You moaned his name over and over, kissing the sensitive spot on his neck just below the cross earring he always wore. His hips rocked into yours and you angled your hips to meet his thrusts each time. A few more well-timed thrusts into your g-spot had you careening over the edge of a blissful orgasm. The clutching of your core around him as Xavier chased his own end left him shouting out his pleasure in the form of your name, and his warm seed quickly filled you.

“I love you…”

“I love you, too.”

The two of you remained that way for several minutes, too sated to want to move or lose the contact with each other. Eventually, you ended up laying on your sides to face each other. Your fingers danced along his toned arms, and he drew shapes and patterns over your hip as he held you close. Xavier explained everything to you, or as much as he could at least. You still didn’t quite understand it. All you knew was that you had been able to see the man you loved one more time and be in his arms.

“You’ll have to go soon,” he sighed. You frowned and cupped his cheek.

“What do you mean? Why?”

“We aren’t the only ones here--Me, Montana, and the guys. There are others, and I can’t let them hurt you.” 

“I don’t care, Xavier. I want to be with you.” He quickly shook his head and held your wrist to remove your hand from his cheek. You could see the pain on his beautiful face in the way he squeezed his eyes shut.

“No. No, I won’t let you die. Not here, and not because of me.” 

It seemed that time was passing all quickly, the sun beginning to set through the tall redwoods the camp was named for. Xavier hadn’t stopped touching you the entire time, with one exception, and you were grateful for it. The only time his hands weren’t on you was when he jogged over to the table to grab his picture and handed it back for you “to remember him by”. You stopped beside your car and he cupped your face in his large hands. 

“Promise me you won’t come back here.” The whisper made you shiver. You searched his eyes and tried to fight the burning in your sinuses. This truly was your final goodbye. His throat bobbed as he swallowed down his own emotions. You nodded reluctantly, and the relief from Xavier is palpable. His hold on you loosened slightly until he brought you in for one more kiss. It lasted longer than the others, your hands slipping into his hair and his thumbs removing the tears from your cheeks once more, and you take in everything he is in that moment. The warmth of his hands on you, around you, the pressure and gentle massaging motions of his lips on yours, the scent of his cologne and hair gel. Everything you would never have again and never be able to forget.

You were driving down the road before you knew it, and you stopped just outside Camp Redwood grounds. Xavier was standing just inside the sign when you leaned out the window to look back. It took everything you had to simply blow him a kiss and continue down the road towards the highway. Your only consolation was that the last words the two of you spoke to each other were the three words you had always wished you could say. 

Static came over the radio between one of the valleys, and you slammed your palm against the piece of junk. Between the mix of untuned stations and noise, you barely made out a few words:

“A child born of human and spirit will usher in the end of times.”

You groaned at the usual AM station interference and decided to turn it off until you got closer to the city. There was no room in your mind for music right now anyway. All thoughts were of Xavier and hours you had spent together. Had what the children in the cemetery said been true? Was it your remembrance of Xavier part of the reason he remained here? He seemed trapped, and that was not what you wanted, but you knew you would never be able to forget him.

At the end of July 1985, you gave birth to a beautiful blond child. He has his father’s gemstone eyes that sparkled with wonder and mischief. The angelic curls atop his head were what you knew Xavier’s looked like when eased up on the blow-dryer and products. Now there would always be a part of your lost love with you. You named the child Michael, and you loved him more than life itself.

You could not have been happier. The Day of the Dead had left you with a new reason for living.

[certifiedmoth]

Could you do like a jealous Xavier smut? Pleaseeee

Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Xavier seethed as he pushed you up against the wall of the showers that he had managed to pull you in to.

“What are you talking about?” You smiled mischievously, completely aware as to why he was so angry with you.

It had been a long day - for both of you. You had seen some girls flirting with him this morning and a very pleased Xavier, who was much too eager to accept their praise and compliments. You hated how it made you feel. How you became possessive and a little hurt inside, if you were being honest, to see him interact so playfully with these random girls.

You thought, perhaps, he could use a little taste of his own medicine; just to know what it feels like to see your lover so ecstatic to be in the arms of another.

You knew it had to be Jerry, the one counselor Xavier just couldn’t stand; anybody else just wouldn’t have had the same effect. You had playfully ignored Xavier all day and instead chose to spend some time with sweet, sweet Jerry. It must have been when you sat next to him, instead of Xavier, at lunch in the mess hall that really got the message across.

With daggers in his eyes, Xavier got up from his seat, fixed his jacket casually and walked over to the other side of the table, where you were.

“Oh, hi there-“ you had started, with arrogance ringing in your voice, before Xavier grabbed onto your arm and basically pulled you out of your seat.

“We need to have a little chat,” he growled in your ear as he pulled you away from your oblivious coworkers.

And now here you were, pushed up against the wall of the deserted showers, under the harsh gaze Xavier directed at you.

“I said, what. are. you. doing?” his voice got dangerously low as his breathing deepened. “Ignoring me, to be with that prick? I mean... as if ditching me for breakfast or joining your group with his at the lake wasn’t enough? You had to go and basically sit on his lap at lunch? What the fuck is going on with you?”

“I didn’t sit on his lap, X... Don’t be so dramatic,” you rolled your eyes, feeling satisfied with the reaction you were getting out of him.

“I don’t want my girl anywhere near that fucking dick,” he pushed his body fully against yours, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “You’re MY girlfriend...” he nipped at your throat, feeling his possessiveness come out.

“It’s funny you say that. Because I thought you were my boyfriend, yet you were real friendly with Jenna and her crew this morning...”

He lifted his head from your neck, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, “Is that what this is about?” His eyes narrowed, challenging you and feeling his heart swell at the idea of you being jealous.

“No...” you averted his gaze, instead looking down at your feet and feeling a bit embarrassed at being caught, “it’s just that... boyfriends don’t usually flirt with others,” your voice got really quiet and your cheeks flushed with warmth.

He leaned in, a dangerous grin adorning his face, “Girlfriend’s don’t usually flirt with others, either,” he leaned in slightly, licking a gentle stripe against your bottom lip and grinding his hips into yours.

“I just couldn’t help it, Jerry’s so cute,” you said innocently, getting the exact reaction you wanted out of him as you saw the color drain from his face and his eyes glaze over in a heated anger that nearly scared you.

“You, uh...” his breathing deepened as his jaw grew tense, “think he’s cute?”

You hummed in response, “He’s really sweet and I just love all the attention he gives me, too... it’s great-“ you yelped as he flipped you over and pressed you against the wall, his hot breath fanning across your neck.

“You think this is funny? You think it’s okay to lie to your poor, sweet boyfriend and get him all riled up with jealousy, especially when he’s so, so good to you?” He spat out venomously, grinding his hardening length against your ass.

You tried to move from the wall but he pushed you further against it, pinning you under his large frame and chuckling in your ear. It excited you beyond belief to see and feel xavier like this - so dominant and possessive. He was usually a sweet and gentle lover but you knew all it took was a little push for this side of him to come out. Little did he know, it was basically his fault for the predicament you two were in something I’m sure he wouldn’t complain about too much.

“Baby,” you looked back at him, feigning innocence, “let’s just talk about this.”

“Oh, I have something better in mind... By the time I’m done with you, there will be no question about who you belong to.”

[hecohansen31]

can you write my sweet dumb lil xavier finding out that his s/o is pregnant? feel like that would be vv cute

(A/N): Hey guys! 

I am going to go back to my requests, although I am very sorry that it took me quite a bit to get through each of them... please understand that lately for various reasons I am extremely struggling on here and outside, so I am extremely sorry if I am a tiny bit... slow... I swear I am trying my best.

Also I did tear up a bit on this (and I love my dumb bitch more than anything).

WARNINGS: Pregnancy, Negative Thoughts About Pregnancy, Mention of Trauma.

You giggled as Xavier rushed to kiss you, just as you walked in your shared apartment, almost making you drop all your grocery bags, and you were unable to lock the door, giving your neighbors quite show with the way Xavier almost jumped you.

Whenever Xavier insisted on you two getting a dog, you would always reply that you didn’t need one, since he was already acting as an overgrown Labrador retriever, and the way he always celebrated you opening the door, in that moment coming at home from work, proved it.

Still fact that Xavier had insisted on getting a dog, since the apartment was too big for just you two, had made you feel slightly better after the doctor had told you the troubling news you had on your mind.

You were pregnant.

A few weeks, but you had been already bothered for the entire week by nauseous situations, although the fact that they kept happening all through the day had brought you to think that it wasn’t a pregnancy symptom.

But after the doctor had examined you, she had confirmed that you were indeed carrying a little peanut in your stomach, showing you the ultrasound and printing a copy, that you thought about showing to Xavier.

Hadn’t he freaked out in your face at the news.

You two weren’t married, although you had been living together for a few years, at first just as simple collaborators, since you were the photograph of most of his modelling projects, and then as boyfriend and girlfriend.

You hadn’t even talked about children, although you were both aware that you wanted some in the future, and you had stopped using condoms, you were still on birth control, the little peanut in your stomach “sadly” that small percentage in which the pill didn’t seem effective.

Personally, you had been overjoyed by the news, although you couldn’t help but be slightly scared at the news of having to take care of another human being, alongside seeing your body change, and when you had exited the doctor’s office, you had been shaking a bit, choosing to go grocery shopping to solve a bit your tormented soul.

When you had ended up in the clothing alley, you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from looking around the child part, where you spotted tiny clothes in pink and blue, red and yellow, white and brown, showing you the small size your peanut would have.

A wave of nostalgy had grown onto you, making you wonder whether Xavier wanted a child, right now.

He was on top of his career, and maybe a child wasn’t something he wanted.

But it was useless to torment yourself when you hadn’t talked to the man himself.

You just hoped it wouldn’t hurt your relationship, and neither it would have hurt him, since you knew all too well the long journey Xavier had had to reach that state of mind and health.

And you knew that a child would mean a strong change that would maybe destabilize him.

Impulsively you had picked up a small unisex bib and hidden it, after the grocery clerk had scanned it, almost ashamed of the fact that you were pregnant.

“Welcome home babe” Xavier brought you back to your little apartment, meanwhile he nuzzled softly at your neck, affectionately caressing your hips, and you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious and extremely attentive at your stomach.

Although you loved Xavier’s hugs, you were glad when he left you, carrying the grocery store bags, to help you, meanwhile he chirped distractedly on what you wanted for dinner:

“… we have leftovers from last night” the sole reminder of what you had thrown up this morning, made you feel nauseous and you immediately shook your head “… or maybe take-out?”.

Meanwhile he was going through his option, the grocery bags that Xavier was holding, ripped, horribly.

There was not anything frail or easily breakable in the bag, but as Xavier moved down to collect the items, he found himself looking at a bib for a child.

Your mind went through a myriad of lines you could use: a joking gift for Chet, a real gift for Trevor’s little girl, who was barely a year old or …

… or just maybe you could tell the truth.

“… what is this?” asked smirking with curiousness Xavier, meanwhile he collected gently the little fabric in his hand, staring at it and then raising his eyes to you “… is this … a bib?”.

“We might need it” you blurted, clutching your hands on your stomach, avoiding to face him in anyway “… I …”.

Xavier moved closer, his nose slightly scrunched up as he always did when he was trying to understand what was going on, and he wasn’t just connecting the dots.

“… what do you mean, babe?” he asked, moving closer but you stopped him halfway.

“There is a bun in my oven” no reaction showed on his face “… we are having a little peanut”.

You knew you were sounding ridiculous but what was even more ridiculous was the blank stare on Xavier’s face.

“:.. (Y/N), it isn’t funny… you know metaphors are not my…”.

“I am pregnant” it hurt to utter the reality out loud, since you honestly hadn’t thought of saying out loud, since it meant accepting it, but the smirk on Xavier’s face as he finally understood what you meant, made it all worth it.

“… this isn’t a joke” he stated, meanwhile you nodded, softly moving closer, but again he literally barreled onto you and picked you up in full princess style, twirling you around, as you screamed at him to be careful for your baby.

“You are making him throw up in my tummy” you taunted him and immediately, seriously worried that it might happen he put you down and you started laughing out loud in his face “… you are an idiot, Xavier”.

“Well you made a baby with an idiot, what does that say about you, babe?” he mumbled, shooting back at you who punched slightly his shoulder “… I can’t believe that we made a baby”.

“I was worried that you wouldn’t…” your voice broke halfway through it “… want the baby”.

“Babe, you literally made any of my dreams come true” he made you stare into his pretty eyes, and you knew he wasn’t lying in the least “… and I’ll for ever be grateful for the day we met, you gave me hope, respect, a new chance to live my life and finally… a child”.

He then kissed your forehead.

“I love you and our little peanut so so much”.

That night, after celebrating your little “bun” with sparkling water and discussing about what it might entail for you two and your careers, you had fallen asleep thinking about baby names with Xavier.

You were awoken by a soft hand raising your shirt, but you didn’t raise your eyes, knowing that it was Xavier, who would sometimes take comfort in the simplest of human contacts: your skin against his.

But then you heard him speak:

“Hey peanut! Your mom is asleep, so I’ll have to keep this low, I don’t want her to wake up and call me dumb, because you are too small to actually hear me” you couldn’t hide the slight smile that appeared on your face, but Xavier was too focused on your stomach, still flat but swelling with love, to actually notice it “… she has a pendant for thinking that I am dumb, and I really hope that you won’t think it too, because two against one it isn’t funny”.

Although he was pretending to be outraged, you felt his smirk against your heated skin.

“… but I honestly hope that you’ll think I am cool, because you see…” the smirk turned in a grimace “… I am not very cool, your mom is, she is a freaking badass”.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit sad by Xavier’s confession and almost wanted to stop this to comfort him, but he softly pushed his lips against your stomach to blow a soft raspberry.

“… she is the one reason why I am still here” he continued “… she is tough and might seem inflexible and strict, but she always knows what is best for you, even if you don’t see it, I honestly hope you take from her”.

You did tear up a bit, after his confession, because you had so many flaws: you were intolerant towards the smallest of things, you couldn’t be bothered with changes and sometimes could pass off as intimidating, but each sweet thing that Xavier said about you, they made you feel better and the thought that he wanted your little peanut to grow up like you, made you blossom with joy.

But the truth is that you also hoped that the child would somehow take from Xavier: his cheerful personality and the way he would help anybody, without thinking too much about himself, being a loyal friend and a romantic and patient lover.

You hoped that peanut would just take the best from both of you.

“I honestly can’t wait to meet you, peanut, you are the best thing in my life that I have ever created”

[michealsheep]

Dark!Xavier x F!Reader

Title: Festering bruises, and angry eyes. 

Word Count: 4.7k 

Warnings!: Xavier being rough, implications of murder. Lots of cussing. 

Summary: Xavier is pissed at y/n thinking she had the audacity to cheat, finding out the truth, that another camper hit her sent him into a blind rage. 

Requested by : Lovely Anon!!!! P.s I wish you specified where the bruise is cause I struggled thinking of one :/. Its okay though I love you :)

Staring at her reflection was odd. She was used to being a bit bruised, and broken. But usually she’d find arousal, and a sense of pride in those markings. But those marks were also from Xavier. Lightly tracing the swelling bruise on her left cheek, she grimaced. 

She didn’t like it, it felt wrong to be touched and marked by another. She only liked it when Xavier was rough with her.  She couldn’t cover it up, it was huge. And gruesome. Strangely pretty, the blues, greens, and purples made an aesthetic arrangement covering her whole cheek

That was just her opinion, and maybe Xaviers, she liked it when he complemented his work on her body. It was like she was the canvas, and he was a brutal artist. Dropping her hands back to her sides, she shook her head. 

She wondered how he’d react, he tended to blow things out of proportions. But that was another toxic thing she was enamored with. Breathing in sharply, she walked out of her rustic cabin. The cool morning air hissed at her skin, she paid it no mind as she walked to the dining hall.

Ignoring the stares of her fellow counselors, they knew what happened already. She thought, I mean how could they not know? Anyone and everyones business was spread like wildfire here. 

Just how everyone knew she was Xaviers plaything for the summer. And any moves made on her were taboo. While Xavier could fuck anyone he wanted, when he finally got y/n, he settled down. No one could really handle what an intense fuck he was like her. 

Another thing he liked about her she thought. Walking inside, she searched the room, looking for her lover? She didn't know what to call him, but once her gazed landed on him, confusion took over. His gaze had an intense fury, one she only saw when others tried to get her pants. But it was never directed at her. 

Staring at the storm in his eyes, he looked like a predator stalking his prey. Waiting to go in for the kill. Stepping towards him y/n legs shook with anticipation. A small bit of arousal pooled in her stomach, she couldn't help it. 

He always found a way to make her horny. No matter if he was wearing his normal mask, or the true sociopath of camp redwood. Upon reaching him, his aura seemed like a ticking time bomb. And she for once couldn't wait for him to explode. 

“Be back in your cabin, in five minutes or else.” He practically growled in her ear. Nodding slowly she looked back at him. His gaze was glued to her swollen bruise, festering on her skin. Tearing his gaze from her injury, his glare intensified before he sauntered off and out the door. Shaking off her nerves, she waited a minute or so before she walked back to her temporary home.

She expected as soon as she walked in to be slammed against her cabins wall, and probably intensely fucked. Her stomach churned with excitement and she hurried her pace. She definitely didn’t expect him to be pacing her small cabin, like a caged animal. 

Taking a tentative step towards him, she reached out and touched his shoulder. “X, whats wrong?” She gasped sharply when he slammed her into the wall by her shoulders, her brain ricocheting against her skull. 

“I thought you were fucking stupid, but not this fucking stupid. Fuck, your such an ungreatful whore. Your so fucking lucky you take my dick so well-” His hands tightened around her shoulders, digging in painfully. 

She didn’t mean to interrupt him, it’s never good to interrupt him when hes mad, but she couldn't help the explicit moan to leave her lips. “X-” 

He growled, only increasing the pooling arousal deep in her gut. “Listen to me when im fucking talking to you, whores don’t get to speak, unless I ask you a fucking question. Who was it? Who did you do it with? And don’t lie to me” 

Furrowing her eyebrows at him, she spoke softly. “Baby, who did I do what with?” She stared into his eyes, she could see the anger, resentment and maybe, just maybe a hint of hurt. 

“WHO DID YOU FUCKING SLEEP WITH, FUCK. DO I NEED TO SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU?” He screamed in her face, she laughed lightly. From the pain and numbness in her shoulders, she’d need to explain quick. She spoke as he opened his mouth, his nostril flaring. 

“X. You really are stupid, i’d never cheat on you. You know Johnathon? The one who has a crush on you. Me and him got into a fight, because he was being a jealous little bitch. And he slapped me. Fucker got me good too. Almost ruined slapping as a kink for me to be honest.” 

His gaze flickered all over your face for a moment, before a dawning a look of realization. His gaze softened every so slightly, he removed his hands. Lightly caressing her bruises for a moment. 

“Y/n, babe. I gotta take care of someone. I’ll come by later tonight, and make it up to you, yeah?”

[kaetastic]

MOVIE NIGHT

pairing: Xavier X Reader

summary: Camp Redwood arranged an outdoor movie night, if only they knew what the two of the counsellors were doing.

word count: 1k+

warning: Smut, Dirty Talk, Oral (f receiving), Unprotected sex, 

note: I can’t believe how many Xavier smuts there are (it’s like witnessing a live birth) already, he’s gonna be L O V E D ✨❤️ i wanted to do this with jdm but like whateva, this is so bad lmao.

The chirping of crickets created a soft melody as breezing of the cold air rustled the leaves of the trees. The little figures of children cuddled up onto one another in blankets, shivering at the freezing wind; goosebumps running down their arms as they tried to focus on the movie.

Since it was majorly kids, the counsellors felt it was only right to play an enjoyable movie for them. After the movie E.T the Extra Terrestrial had finished, half of them had already fallen asleep on their bright coloured bean bags (a handful slept on picnic blankets). While some requested staffs to accompany them back to their cabin as the fear of the dark woods creeps them. And currently, it was midway of the movie, Back To The Future, and already 3/4 passed out. Only a few managed to keep their eyes peeled open, rubbing the dry orbs as their fingers tried to keep it wide open; wanting to know the ending of the movie.

The counsellors who bet on one another, to see who would last the longest to stay awake- all dead asleep. Deafening snores erupting from their gaped open mouths as their heads rolled around in random angles; possibly too far in their dreams to be bothered about their seats even though it was an uncomfortable hard wooden chair. 

Although the majority betted on Kelsy (who?), who started off with a whole lot of tenacity and confidence- she was the first to snooze off. Money was passed behind her back before they all too slept like babies. So it wouldn’t make sense to why you sat at the back, wide awake with your bare legs spread open for the blonde-haired guy, whose hair was held back with a headband. 

“Shh...,” Xavier nuzzled his nose on your cheeks, his minty breath intoxicating you. “You don’t want them waking up, do you?”

Head thrown back, you stared at the dark sky as breathless moans echo out of your lips. He pressed soft and inadequate kisses onto the column of your neck in random pathways. An open mouth kiss under your ears made you shiver at the sensitive spot. Snaking an arm behind your waist, he rested it onto your left thigh- pulling it away as his other elbow nudged your right thigh; making sure your legs didn’t close, as he wanted to see you make a mess for him. But his eyes rested on your face, ecstatic to see you writhe under him.

Inserting another finger, you gasped as he thrusted in deeper but at a leisurely pace, he wears a smirk when you whined- bucking your hips for more pressure. But it doesn’t faze him, going at the same speed- your hands gripped his hair as he presses his palm against your clit. Circling his palms, he rubs it up and down; loving it when you fall apart.

“You love this, don’t you? With all these people in front of us, asleep- while I’m fingering you.” He mumbled, pumping his fingers in and out of your heated slick- the slushing sound echoing. Your legs twitched and trembled, shaking at the pleasure that rippled throughout it. Curling his fingers, you gasped as your toes curled, back arching. His slender fingers dragged across your inner walls. A soft sigh escaping his lips when your walls clenched around his digits. 

Absence of his skilful fingers left your whole body tense, eyebrows furrowed with anger roaring in your eyes, “What’re you doing?” You whispered-shouted. Before he could answer, his fingers frantically trying their best to unclasp his belt; slaps of the leather nearly ruining the moment. A frustrated sigh left your lips, eyes shut tight from irritation as he did not finish what he started. After struggling slightly, he finally managed to unlock it. Hovering above the seat, he pushed his pants down- which slacked around his ankles, plopping onto the chair.

With no warning, he tugged you to sit on his lap- your back facing his as your eyes rested on the huge screen. Your dripping core brushing against his tent, the frustration crumbling away as his hands gripped your waist pushing you down to grind on his prominent tent, “Fuck...” He groaned when he glanced down to see your essence soaking through his briefs, the splotch of a mess didn’t make you blush.

Halting you from continuing, he tugged his boxers down. A sigh of relief escaping his lips as it has been freed from the tight and suffocating confinement of the trunks. His cock resting on your ass. Rubbing his erection with his wet hand, he watched as his fingers that were covered and dripping with you, coat his tall-standing dick.

One hand on your waist, the other holding his cock, he pushed you down- eyes twitching when your walls wrapped around him perfectly. He slid all the way, not waiting for you to adjust to his size. Your hand laid on his that gripped your waist tightly, clenching on it. His hands slid under your shirt, understanding the signal as he tugged your bra down, hands quickly finding warmth as it kneads your mounds. Urging you to move, he laid back- watching as you bounced on his shaft, licking his dry lips as his cock disappears and reappears, wetter every time it was exposed to the air. Your head was thrown back, resting on his shoulders, mouth gaped open as you breathlessly breathed out when he snapped his hips, his thrusts seemed to speed up. Sound of skin slapping was prominent but everyone seemed to find their way to sleep. Not wanting to make a noise, you stuffed your mouth with your forearm, biting on it with a hiss of pain. 

Like a tensed string that has been stretched out too far, it snapped as you released onto him. Your wetness cascading down his shaft, he pushed you to stand- knees bent, a grunt left his lips as he watched your pussy smeared with your own essence. He thrusted in deeper, the relentless pace slowing down to lazy snaps. Before he too, came. Darkness engulfed the area as the screen turns black, the movie ends. He sighed on the nape of your neck in relief and content, loving when your walls would clench randomly around his shaft; warming it. 

And not too far was a faint glow of light that seemed to approach the perimeter, soon accompanied by few others, “Shit.” You both muttered, scrambling to put on the clothes. And shit was right. 

[w4ter-you-doing]

I literally slaved away at this one shot for over a week. It's missing Montana Duke hours so here you are. My very long, very fluffy, and also very sad Montana Duke x Reader oneshot.

"I'll love you forever, space cadet."

[emmarobhurts-blog]

i am willing to take any requests for writing any madison montgomery/brooke thompson imagines/fanfiction/oneshots/WHATEVER. message me!

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Xavier Plympton Masterlist

none yet!

[random-fandom-words]

I want slow stoned sex with Xavier on the floor of his van is that too much to ask

[sunflowerharrington]

Request Rules: if anyone would like to request, that is…

hi, me again. yeah, i’m not dead thank the lord and jesus (i’m not religious it’s just something i say). that hiatus didn’t last long. i mean, at least i tried. oh! and i guess i gotta make an updated ‘about me’ post because there’s something that i need to add that i’ve been sitting on and thinking about for a long long time. since wanting to be called that other name, i think. ANYWAYS, here are some rules;

1. please please before requesting, tell me if anything triggers you, what you do not want put in the oneshot.

2. okay say for example somebody wanted… idk, quicksilver fluff or something. please state which one and which fandom eg. fluff with pietro. i can never tell, i usually write for peter though, but i’m gonna try my best to also now write pietro.

3. after some considerations and thinking i have decided that since all ‘ahs’ characters are horrible in their own way that i will portray them as they are. horrible people. no more ‘awh look at the cutie they just ***** ******* ****** and ****** and then they ***** ***** *****’ NO! none of that. they’re all scumbags, end of. and i can recognise that.

4. if you would ever like an oc in your request, please tell me. i know for like ahs and xmen and all that it’s usually reader inserts which i don’t mind obviously. like go get ‘em, y/n! but if you would like an oc tell me. state their name and some features like hair and eye colour for example or if you want a randomised one, let me know 😉

5. ooh also i do sometimes base my fics off songs and / or incorporate songs into my fics so if you like that you can drop a song in your ask too :)

6. NO MORE SMUT ABOUT TATE LANGDON. am i clear? haha you thought i was being serious? no way! i’m still gonna write it and if someone has a problem with that, tell me.

now i will list the fandoms i write for below:

• marvel

(i will admit i haven’t seen every marvel movie 🫣🫢)

• xmen

• euphoria

• r*verdale (i know i know, but i love toni and kevin! also i have not watched season 5)

• thirteen reasons why

(not hannah)

• harry potter franchise, including the fan made; voldemort: origins of the heir. because mattheo riddle 🤭🫠

• the days, kick ass, never back down, basically everything evan peters is in

• reality tv, to some extent

• midsommar (pelle is freaking adorable, dude) and hereditary

• stranger things

• american horror story (again admitting something here, i don’t remember if i watched all of 1984 or not and i forget almost everything that happened in roanoke)

happy monday and happy requesting!!

another thing before i finish this post; i am working on myself and my mental well-being and health behind the scenes so it could take a few days to get to every request. also, everything from my inbox disappeared except like two things, so if i haven’t gotten to yours i’m so sorry, please send it in again if you would like to

[certifiedmoth]

what about a gem! reader going to xavier crying bc her boyfriend cheated on her or sum?? then he comforts her and they end up kissing? haha

“He was a fucking loser, Y/N,” Xavier sat next to you on the dock as you two looked out at the glossy surface of the lake. “He never deserved you.”

You sighed, running your fingers over the grainy wood beneath you. “It just hurts. But it’s probably what I deserved.”

Xavier turned his head immediately towards you, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you in disbelief, “Why would you, of all people, deserve to have your shitty dickhead of a boyfriend cheat on you?” He was utterly at a loss for words. “You’re literally an angel,” he mumbled quietly, mostly to himself.

“I didn’t even really like him that much,” you replied softly. “I was just trying to get over somebody else.”

“By getting under some random person? Classic technique,” he nodded his head, reminiscing on all the times he had tried that in order to get over you.

“Yeah and now, this is what I deserve,” you sighed again, rubbing your eyes.

“You do not deserve this, Y/N. Please, don’t let that fucking shitstain of a man make you feel like you aren’t the amazing and beautiful person that you are,” Xavier got carried away with how strong his hatred for this man was and how intense his feelings for you were, that he hadn’t noticed until the last second he had told you to your face that you were beautiful.

“You think that?” You questioned with wide eyes.

“Well, I mean...” he nervously scratched at the back of his head. “You’re a pretty girl, I’m not blind,” a light dusting of pink started to slowly creep its way onto his cheeks as he quickly looked away from you.

“So, it’s just an objective observation, then,” you softly laughed, looking down at your lap and losing some of the hope you had felt when you heard that word leave his lips.

He hummed in response, nervously fidgeting with the wood between you two. “It’s just...,” he sighed before continuing. “You deserve somebody who is going to treat you exactly the way you deserve to be treated.”

“And what does that entail?” You asked, not looking at him so he wouldn’t see the dull, sad look in your eyes.

“You deserve to be treated like a queen. No, like a god damn goddess. You deserve to be held and reminded everyday of how amazing you are. Of how funny and smart and clever you are - Of how insanely fucking beautiful you are. You deserve somebody that will lift you up and support you always, and be there for you, no matter what you need. You just... deserve somebody who would treat you like you’re the most important person in the world,” he groaned and covered his face at spilling his feelings out into the open. A gentle sigh left his lips before he turned to you, biting his bottom lip nervously, and whispering, “Which to me, you kind of are.”

He took in your sad look and how your eyes filled up with tears as you stared at him, not saying anything.

“God, I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t have said anything, I’m just fucking making everything worse and you don’t deserve that-“

You leaned over and pulled his face to yours, capturing his soft lips with yours, effectively stopping his rambling. He stilled for a moment before melting into your touch and kissing you back; he tasted sweet and his touch was soft as he pulled you closer to him. He didn’t dare part from you, this was something he had been dreaming of since the very first moment he laid his eyes on you and now that it was finally happening, he never wanted it to end. He’d stay like this with you forever, if he could. But you pulled away, at least only an inch or two to stare into the bright blue of his eyes, which were now hazy with love.

You two simply stared at each other for a couple of minutes, catching your breath and coming to realizations.

“Am I... the guy you were trying to get over?” Xavier scrunched up his eyebrows, looking as adorable as ever.

You rolled your eyes playfully, lightly smacking his arm, “of course!”

His eyes widened and a huge grin started to form on his face, “Well how was I supposed to know!”

“Shut-up and kiss me,” you smiled, pulling him closer to you by his shirt.

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered against your lips, before wrapping his arms around you and kissing you with every bit of love and adoration he had felt for you all these years.