#interactions: xavier plympton

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Ellie chuckled a bit. The guy was definitely fun and it was nice to see that her joke landed. For a moment, she wondered if his question was an offer, but then he followed his glance as it landed on the brunette girl. " I don't know about that. I will have to see if my boyfriend makes it here in time." She winked. "But pissing off the undead serial killer and Margaret sounds like a fun weekend. Count me in"

"if you are gonna spend the night at Camp Crystal Lake I suggest you do have sex. It's always good to subvert expectations" - Ellie

Xavier looked at her and chuckled. "Really? So we can piss off Margaret and the killers? Two for one" He glanced at Brooke... who was talking to Chet in particular. "I knew you were cool, Ellie. That's a good idea.... you gonna follow the advice too?"

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late night sins ~ xavier plympton;ahs 1984

word count: 5360 (the longest fic i’ve ever written!!)

request?: yes!

“Can you do a xavier plympton smut/ fluff where theres an poc reader and basically they meet at camp redwood and xavier basically flirts with the reader alot an the readers a virgin and she has like this gold cross pendant soo his friends kinda pick with the reader about her being the only virgin out of the group, and basically xavier sneaks in the girl cabin on a late night while everyone is sleeping wakes up the poc reader and takes her virginity under the covers but she has to be quiet to not alert the other camp counselors in the female cabin…”

description: in which the good christian girl decides to delve into sin after she meets her fellow hot camp counsellor

pairing: xavier plympton x poc!female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (oral; f receiving, unprotected p in v, pull out method is used but fr wrap it before you tap it kids)

masterlist (one, two, three)

The minute she stepped out of her car, she knew she was going to stick out like a sore thumb. She could see the other camp counsellors gathered around by the entrance. They were all wearing skintight, revealing clothes. One girl with messy blonde hair was passing a joint to one of the boys stood next to her. An older looking man was stood with them wearing pants so tight she could make out the outline of his...downstairs area.

The gold cross hung around her neck felt like it was burning into her skin.

She swallowed her fear and forced herself towards the others. The crunching of dirt under her tennis shoes felt like a thundering stomp as the attention was pulled towards her. The blonde looked her up and down as she blew smoke from the corner of her mouth. “Who invited the Virgin Mary?”

Two of her friends snickered while the other two - a black haired girl and a tall boy with sandy blonde hair - shuffled awkwardly at the joke. Well, the girl was awkward. The boy was silent, but he was looking at her with a look in his eye she couldn’t quite place.

“I’m, um, (Y/N),” she said, ignoring the hurtful comment. “I’m a counsellor this summer, too.”

“I guess Margaret needed someone to try and keep her goodie two shows rules in place,” the blonde said. “I’m Montana. This is Brooke, Trevor, Chet, Ray, and Xavier.”

“It’s n-nice to m-meet you,” (Y/N) said.

Trevor, the man with the tight pants and a big bulge, chuckled. “Well, isn’t she adorable. Where did Margaret find you?”

“Leave her alone,” Brooke said. “It’s nice to meet you too, (Y/N). Here, let me take you to Margaret. She’ll be able to get you acquainted here.”

Xavier watched as Brooke guided (Y/N) towards Margaret's office. Unlike the other girls, including good girl Brooke, she was completely covered in baggy clothes despite the intense heat of the summer. Which, he knew he shouldn’t have found attractive, but he did. He was so taken by her after such a short interaction.

Montana elbowed Xavier to snap him out of his train of thought. “Do not tell me you’re eyeing up the Bible humper.”

“Fuck off. I think she’s cute,” Xavier retorted, taking the joint from Ray.

“Never gonna happen, man,” Ray told him. “You’ll be lucky if you see her ankles this summer.”

“Or maybe not,” Chet added. “Most of those Christian girls are freaks. She’ll be on her knees by nightfall I’d say.”

Xavier threw the lit joint at Chet. The four remaining counsellors made noises of disapproval as the joint fizzled out on the ground. Xavier ignored them as he walked away. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but he needed to get away from his shitty friends. Sure, at one point Xavier would’ve been laughing along with them at the Christian girl’s expensive, but this Christian girl was different. To him she was, anyways.

He found himself headed towards the counsellor’s quarters, which happened to be on the way past Margaret’s office. He glanced over towards the open door as he passed and noticed (Y/N) stood with Margaret. As if feeling his gaze, (Y/N) looked over and locked eyes with him. He smiled at her, hoping it looked as friendly as he meant it to. She smiled back, shyly, and quickly looked away.

That was all he needed to be wrapped around her fingers.

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That night, all the counsellors were gathered in the female counsellor’s cabin. It was majorly against Margaret’s rules, but that’s why they were doing it. If they were going to be forced into being Margaret’s anti-fun police for the summer, they wanted to have one last night of debauchery. That included weed, alcohol, and, if they could get away with it, sex.

When (Y/N) walked through the door, they were already well into their night of fun. Everyone turned to look at her as she took in the scene with wide eyes. She was coming from the showers, as evident by her dripping wet hair clinging to her neck and shoulders. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a white tank top that was so thin that it was easy to make out the outline of her brown breasts against the white fabric. Xavier had to shuffle a pillow over his growing boner.

“The Virgin Mary shows skin,” Montana commented. “How scandalous.”

“What are you guys doing?” she asked.

“We’re trying to have some fun,” Montana responded. “Which won’t happen if your goodie two shoes ass goes to tell Margaret on us.”

“I won’t tell.” All eyes followed her towards her bed, the one that Xavier was sat on. She put her dirty clothes into the bag and sat next to him. “Pass me a beer.”

Her request shocked everyone. Ray grabbed a bottle from the cooler and passed it to (Y/N). “You drink beer?”

“Well...no. But I’ve drank the wine at church, so I figure that’s the same thing.”

“There’s wine in church?” Trevor asked.

(Y/N) nodded. “Communal wine. It’s supposed to be the blood of Christ.”

“You Bible humpers drink blood?” Ray asked. “You guys really are freaks!”

“No, it’s not - ” Xavier cut her off by putting a hand on her arm and shaking his head.

She sighed and opened the beer bottle. Her heart was hammering against her chest. What would her parents think if they found out she was drinking at camp? What would her pastor say? They had all been convinced that the camp was going to be a place of sin and tried to convince her not to go.

But she had spent her entire life being a good Christian girl. She followed everything her parents and priests had told her from the day she was born. This was the first time she had ever made a decision for herself. She was a young adult now. If she wanted to drink, then she could drink.

There’s always the option to pray for forgiveness once the summer ends, she reminded herself.

She brought the bottle to her lips and took a big mouthful. When she swallowed the thick liquid, she cringed and began to gag. Her fellow counsellors laughed at her reaction.

“Definitely not like wine,” she croaked.

“Here.” Brooke passed her some water. “I’ll make the beer go down easier, and it’ll wipe the taste from your mouth.”

(Y/N) accepted the water gratefully and took a sip.

The small mouthfuls of beer started working very quickly on her. By the time she had finished her first bottle of beer, (Y/N) was already feeling warm and fuzzy. She felt her body lull to the side against Xavier, who welcomed her with an arm around her shoulder, adding his bodily warmth to hers.

“Hey now, Virgin Mary, leave room for Jesus there,” Montana mocked.

“Shut the fuck up, Montana,” she retorted.

The curse was new on her tongue, but it tasted delicious as it spilled from her lips. Everyone seemed shocked and impressed by her choice of words, and she was shocked herself, but she was starting to like the feeling she was getting. Not just from the beer, but also from throwing caution to the wind and doing what most people her age did. Sure, she would likely feel some sort of guilt over the coming days about this night, but for now she felt like she was floating on cloud nine.

“You’ve never done anything like this before, have you?” Brooke asked her. “The drinking and cursing, I mean.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “Never. My parents say cursing sounds unladylike, and binge drinking is kind of viewed as a sin, especially when you’re underaged.”

“Religion sounds boring,” Chet said.

“It is,” (Y/N) admitted, shocked by the fact that she really did believe that. Her whole life she had been a devout Christian, never once questioning her faith, but no one could deny how strict her Christian parents were, or how intolerant some of her devout family members and neighbors were. She had never been around people like the other counsellors before. She never knew what kind of life she could possibly have outside of her religion.

“Are you even allowed to have boyfriends?” Montana asked. “Is that a sin, too?”

“Having a boyfriend isn’t a sin, but it is awkward to try and have any form of PDA in front of parents or other adults,” (Y/N) said. “Even holding hands is awkward.”

“So have you ever been kissed?” Brooke asked.

(Y/N) nodded. “Yeah, a couple times. It was very awkward, but so are most first kisses.”

“Have you ever had sex?” Montana asked. Suddenly, (Y/N) became shy again, which caused Montana to grin wickedly. “You haven’t, have you? You’re still a virgin!”

(Y/N) shrunk back against Xavier, who held her protectively towards him. “Knock it off, Montana.”

“What? I’m just stating a fact, and the fact is she’s a virgin. Poor thing will probably never know how good it feels to have a big dick all up inside of her.”

(Y/N)’s thighs clenched together at Montana’s words. Of course she had thought about sex before. She was in her early 20s, she had gone through the crazy hormonal stages of puberty where sex was the one thing on every teenager’s mind. But she never got to explore those urges. She had been taught her entire life that sex before marriage was the ultimate sin, and that if she tried to...relieve herself, so to speak, that she would also be condemned to Hell. But, boy, did she ever think of how badly she wanted someone to finally deflower her, if not just to make the sinful thoughts go away.

Her squirming definitely did not go unnoticed by Xavier, but he didn’t bring any attention to it. The last thing he wanted was for Montana to have more reasons to mock (Y/N).

“I wanna have sex,” she said in a soft voice. “But I want to be sure of it. I want it to be with someone I’m sure of.”

Xavier wasn’t sure if he imagined it or not, but he could’ve swore he saw her eyes flicker towards him when she said the last part.

No, there’s no way, he thought. We’ve barely had a conversation together, stop thinking so highly of yourself.

But...but what if she did?

He glanced down at her again, but her attention was drawn to whatever one of the others were saying.

Maybe I could figure this out later on tonight when everyone is gone, he thought, and the idea made him smirk to himself.

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The male counsellors went back to their own cabin once the night had come to an end. Xavier laid in his bed, starring at the ceiling as he waited to make sure everyone was asleep. Once the cabin was filled with soft breathing and snoring, he quickly got up and pulled on his shoes. He opened the rickety door as silently as he could, stopping to cringe when it let out a squeak anyways. When none of the others stirred, he continued on his mission.

All the girls were also sound asleep. Their cabin was nearly pitch black, with just some rays of white light shining in from the full moon.

(Y/N) was laying on her side, her hands tucked under her face as she breathed softly. Xavier couldn’t help but smile at her as he made his way towards her bed. She looked so beautiful and peaceful. Like an angel, for a lack of better words.

He knelt down next to her bed and lightly shook her. She stirred slightly, but didn’t wake up. Xavier looked over his shoulder to make sure that Brooke and Montana were definitely asleep before shaking (Y/N) a little harder. She mumbled something incoherent before her eyes slowly blinked open. When she looked at Xavier, she let out a gasp and he quickly covered her mouth to stop her from making any other noises.

“Shh!” he said. “It’s just me.”

“What are you doing here?!” she whispered. “If you get caught you’ll be in big trouble!”

“No one is going to catch me. Margaret has been dead asleep since before we had our little party,” Xavier said, a cocky grin on his face. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“It couldn’t wait until morning?”

“No, because my response to the answer might need the cover of nightfall.” She looked at him in confusion, so he continued, “Earlier, when you were talking about losing your virginity to someone you’re sure of, did you look at me?”

She stared at him blankly. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Xavier, this can wait until morning.”

She went to roll over with her back to him, but he quickly took hold of her arms and stopped her from moving.

“I’m serious, (Y/N), I need to know,” he said. “Because if you genuinely meant that, I might have to take you up on that offer.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Why? So you can brag to the others about taking the Christian girl’s virginity? I don’t think so.”

He pulled away from her, hurt by her accusation, but then realized that it was a very valid point. They barley knew each other and here he was, coming to her in the middle of the night because he thought she had inferred wanting to sleep with him. Even if he didn’t have the ill intentions that she thought he did, he clearly did not have any pure ones either.

“It’s not that at all,” he said. “I swear to you, (Y/N). I just...I’ve been very infatuated with you since we first met earlier, and that’s very unlike me because we’ve hardly talked to one another. But it’s the truth, I swear. I’m not just trying to get into your pants.”

(Y/N) rolled onto her back to look up at Xavier. Her face was unreadable, which was just making things worse. He wished she would say something, anything. Even if she just told him to fuck off, with that beautiful, innocent mouth of hers.

Okay, maybe she shouldn’t say that.

She sighed and propped herself up on her elbows. “Okay, yes I did look at you when I said that, because I would be okay with losing my virginity to you, Xavier.”

With the words officially out of her mouth, Xavier couldn’t help but pounce on her. He pressed his lips against hers, stopping whatever else was about to be sad. He got up onto the bed and positioned himself so that he was straddling her still covered body. He kissed her intensely and passionately, but not so much as to rush her or make her feel uncomfortable.

She settled into the kiss very quickly. It wasn’t the first time she had made out with someone. Again, she had been a teenager with wild hormones once. Just because she hadn’t gone all the way with anyone didn’t mean that she hadn’t at least got to second base a couple of times. Of course, she felt guilty afterwards because of her upbringing, but it always felt good in the moment. And, in this moment, it felt especially good to be kissing Xavier’s soft, plump lips like this.

But when she heard the sound of one of the girls rolling over in their beds, she quickly put a hand against his chest and pushed him back. “We can’t do this here. What if they wake up?”

“It’s so dark, they wouldn’t even know,” Xavier said. “And we’ll be quiet. Well, I will be anyways. I don’t know about you.”

She wanted to glare at him, but he quickly ducked his head down to start kissing her neck. She bit her lip to stop a moan from erupting from her mouth as she felt a tingling sensation between her legs.

She couldn’t lie, the thought of losing her virginity in her camp counsellor bunk while her other camp counsellors slept did sound very risky and naughty. It also sounded very cliché, which was what she wanted. If she was going to be giving into sin this summer, she may as well do it in the most cliché way possible.

Xavier slipped under the covers with her and continued to kiss down her body. He kissed around the exposed areas of her neck and chest, not wanting to push too far just yet by trying to get under her shirt. Even though he was trying to get into her pants, he still wanted to be a gentleman about it.

(Y/N) looked down at him as he disappeared under the blankets. She was confused at first. If he was planning to take her virginity, shouldn’t he be up here with her? Wasn’t that how sex worked?

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“I want to make sure you’re ready before we get into it,” he responded. “I want to make you feel good first. Can I take these shorts off?”

She nodded, but then realized he couldn’t see her and said, “Yes.”

He curled his fingers around the waistband of her pants and pulled them, and her panties, down in one swift movement. She raised her hips so he could pull them down as far as her ankles. Despite the blankets still covering her lower half, she felt very naked. Even if no one else could see her if they happened to look over, she knew that Xavier could see her. And right now, he was very, very close to her.

She gasped and quickly clapped a hand over her mouth when she felt something wet against her core. “What was that?!”

“My tongue.”

(Y/N) quickly covered her mouth when she felt it against her again. She had never heard of this form of sexual intimacy before. When she was in high school, her mom had warned her about all of the “impure ways” boys would try to use her, which included them wanting to stick their penises in her mouth, but no one had ever mentioned a guy doing the same thing to her. It felt dirty, but also it felt so good.

She muffled her moans with both hands as Xavier continued to lick from her clit down to her tight, untouched hole. A wetness began pooling between her legs that he lapped up as if it were the first drink of water he had in weeks. Her body shuddered with pleasure every time his tongue connected with her. It was better than she ever could’ve imagined, and that just made her even more excited for the actual sex.

Something began to build in her stomach. A feeling she had never felt before. It felt like someone was inside of her, pushing something down from her stomach to get it out of her. She tried to tap Xavier to tell him, but she was afraid to lift her hand from her mouth in case she made a loud noise and woke the others.

“I can feel that you’re tightening up,” he said. “That means you’re getting close. Lean into it, beautiful. Let it happen. Cum all over my mouth.”

It was enough to send her toppling over the edge. She pressed her hands against her mouth as hard as she could as a scream of pleasure ripped from her lips. Xavier’s fingertips dug into her hips as he held her to him, taking in every bit of her juices that he could. He knew it was her first time having an orgasm, but he didn’t expect for her to become so wet and to finish so quickly just from his tongue. His dick twitched with excitement at the thought of being inside of her.

With one last kiss to her clit, Xavier began kissing up her stomach, lifting her shirt slightly as he left messy, wet marks over her belly, her chest, her neck, and finally getting to her face. Through the white moonlight, (Y/N) could see a glisten on his mouth and chin. Between her legs throbbed as she realized that was her slick on him.

He gently moved his hands away from her mouth so he could kiss her. The taste of his lips were much different, and she knew that was because that was the taste of her on him. It was all just so hot that she almost couldn’t believe any of this was happening. She was sure she was dreaming it all, that she’d wake up in this bed alone and unsatisfied.

Xavier reached under the covers to start pulling down his own pants, but hesitated a moment. He pulled away from the kiss, (Y/N) trying to follow him with her own lips.

“Wait,” he said. “Before we go all the way, I have to check in one last time. Are you okay with this, (Y/N)?”

She nodded frantically. “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, please Xavier. Please.”

“Okay, but if you want to stop at all you tell me, okay? I know I just warmed you up, but it is going to hurt at first either way. If it’s too much, we stop. Okay?”

“Okay,” she said.

He sat up and pulled his pants down around his knees. His dick sprang free from its confides, standing painfully at attention in the moonlight. (Y/N) looked at it with wide eyes. She wasn’t sure what to expect from the first penis she’d see, but it was certainly a big one. She wondered how it would even fit inside of her.

Xavier placed his hands under her thighs and pulled them up so they were wrapped around his hips. The ran the head of his dick through the slick that was still left over from him having been between her legs. She whimpered at the feeling, quickly putting a hand over her mouth again. Both of them glanced over to make sure Brooke and Montana were still peacefully sleeping.

“I’m going to put it in now,” Xavier told her. “I’ll do it very slowly, okay?”

She nodded. He thrust his hips forwards a little, pushing just the tip of his cock into her. He hissed at the tight feeling around his already sensitive tip. He wasn’t sure how he’d ever last when she was already gripping him so tightly and he barely had the head of his dick inside of her.

(Y/N) gasped into her hand at the feeling. Xavier pushed until his head was completely inside of her, stretching her out. The stretch was definitely a painful, burning feeling. It was like her body knew he wasn’t supposed to be in there and wanted him out, but she wanted him in there. She had fantasized about this since the first time she had ever laid her eyes on Xavier - a time she knew he had definitely forgotten.

He lick his thumb and lowered it between them, pressing it against her clit and gently rubbing circles into the bundle of nerves. (Y/N) whimpered at the gesture.

“This should help make it feel better,” he told her. “Just until I can get all the way inside of you, okay?”

She nodded again. At this point, talking was definitely not happening. Any noise that were to come out of her mouth would just be a moan or a whimper of pleasure, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep the volume down without her hands over her mouth.

Xavier continued to push inside of her while gently rubbing circles into her clit. He looked between them and watched as his dick disappeared into her. His bottom lip was pulled between his teeth, trying to stop any sounds that might come out unintentionally. It felt so good inside of her that he already did not want the this to end. He just wanted to stay inside of her forever, feel her warm walls gripping around him, look at her beautiful face as it contorted in pure ecstasy.

When he was buried all the way inside of her, he leaned down and took her hand from her mouth so he could kiss her. He continued to rub her clit, but he kept himself deep inside of her so she could get used to his size. She moaned into the kiss, her body inadvertently jerking from the pleasure she was feeling. The motion caused Xavier’s hips to move forward to fill her again. It was just a slight movement, but it was enough that it drove Xavier wild.

“Do that again,” she whispered against his lips.

“What?”

“The way you moved your hips. Do it again, please. It felt really good.”

He smiled down at her and gently grinded his hips against hers. Her mouth hung open, but no sounds were coming now. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and that was all Xavier needed to tell him he was doing a good job.

He took his hand from between her legs so he could fully press himself against her. He captured her lips with his again and continued to gently thrust into her. The slow sensation was enough to make his orgasm build at a quicker rate than he would’ve liked, but he knew he wasn’t going to finish until she did. He wanted to feel her cum around him at least once before he would let himself finish.

Luckily, he could feel that familiar tightening feeling; where her walls started grasping at him tighter than before and he could feel her stomach tensing beneath him.

“Remember what I said earlier,” he whispered. “Just let it happen. Let me feel you cum all over this dick.”

She nodded, soft whimpers coming from her mouth. It wasn’t too long afterwards that he felt her clenching around him so tightly that he was sure she was going to rip his dick off just with her pussy. He kissed her hard, muffling her cries of pleasure. His hips were stilled as he let her ride out her climax, knowing that if he were to move anymore he’d definitely cum, too, and he wasn’t going to cum inside of her. That was too dangerous. He didn’t want to be responsible for any sort of backlash from her parents once she got home from camp, even if that ship had already sailed.

When the feeling of her quivering became too much, Xavier quickly pulled out of her and sat up on his knees again. He pushed her tank top up just enough to expose her belly and the underside of her boobs. It only took a few pumps of his hand, slick from her juices over his dick, before he was exploding over her stomach. He threw his head back, letting out a quiet groan.

They both were still, panting to catch their breaths. Xavier looked down at (Y/N), now covered in his seat, and he felt his dick twitch again. If he could take a picture of this moment, he would. And he would’ve stuck it in his wallet so he could look at it all the damn time.

He reached for her discarded towel from earlier that night and wiped her off. She hissed when he wiped between her legs, and he mumbled as soft, “Sorry.”

They both pulled their pants back up and got themselves straightened away before Xavier laid down next to her. He figured he could spare a few moments just to cuddle up close to her before he would have to run back to his cabin and his bed to try and get some sleep. (Y/N) rolled into his chest, taking in his warmth and the scent of him that was quickly becoming her favorite scent; the smell of his hair paste and the sweet cologne he wore. She wished she could combine them together into a perfume that she would wear for the rest of her life.

It was silent for some time except for the soft breathing of her bunkmates and the occasional snore that came from Brooke. Once her head had finally stopped feeling lightheaded, (Y/N) decided it was time to confess to Xavier.

“I’ve seen you before, you know.”

He moved so he could look down at her. “What?”

“I was in one of your aerobics classes,” she said. “Not very long ago, maybe a few months ago? One of my friends signed us up because she heard it was a good way to stay in shape.”

“I...I feel so bad to say that I don’t...remember,” Xavier said. He was sure he would’ve remembered seeing this beautiful specimen in one of his classes. He saw so many faces every day, but he always remembered the prettiest ones, and (Y/N) was definitely a face to remember.

“I wasn’t in it long enough to be remembered,” she admitted. “We walked in, and I saw you and...well...I started feeling...impure things when I saw you in your tight suit doing all those hip movements and stuff. You were in the middle of another class so we had to wait. Unfortunately, we didn’t get to start our class because my friend’s parents walked in to bring her something she had forgotten and saw the way everyone was dressed and how they were all moving. They were appalled. They dragged us out and brought us home. Told my parents, who grounded me for a week because of it. They claimed that we were trying to behind their backs, but I truly had no idea what I was in for when I agreed to go.”

Xavier cringed. He felt terrible hearing the way (Y/N) must’ve lived her entire life. Having to be afraid of mistakenly doing something “impure” or “sinful” and getting punished for it, even if the “sinful” things were just basic things that happen in life. He wished he could’ve taken away all those bad times from her memory and replace them with good ones; memories where (Y/N) could just be a normal person and not have to worry about God’s wrath or whatever they said in churches.

“That’s why I glanced at you when we were talking about sex,” (Y/N) continued. “Because...because I had fantasies about this very situation happening since the day I first saw you.”

Xavier couldn’t help but smirk proudly at that. “And did the actual thing live up to your expectations?”

She giggled. “Majorly.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that.”

There was another moment of silence before Xavier added, “It doesn’t have to be a one time thing, though.”

(Y/N) turned to rest her chin on his chest. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...maybe, once the summer ends, we could go on some proper dates. Maybe...actually be a couple?”

(Y/N)’s eyes twinkled in the moonlight as she looked at him. He smiled at how beautiful she was, and at how lucky he was to be the one she was looking at.

“Really?” she asked.

“Only if you want to,” he responded.

Her reply was by attacking his face with kisses. He chuckled as she left not one inch of his face unkissed, ending with her lips against his.

“That’s a yes, by the way,” she said.

“I could tell,” he said. “I should go before I get in trouble for being here.”

“I guess you should.”

He didn’t move to leave right away. He continued to gaze into her eyes for a moment longer, before kissing her one last time and getting up from her bed. He couldn’t help but looking back at her as he made his way towards the door. She was still smiling at him as he finally allowed the door to swing shut behind him, obstructing his view of her.

He couldn’t help but stand outside the door for a moment, letting out a long, happy sigh, before making his way back to the boy’s cabin.

I’ve never written poc!reader before so I hope this is okay! I usually don’t describe anything with my general x reader fics because I want them to be inclusive for everyone, but I don’t mind writing specific ones like this when asked!

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INTRODUCTION POST.

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the. sea speaks more honestly to those willing to drown.

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i’m circe, i’m a writer and an aspiring actress. she/they ; 18 ; cisgender(?) ; lesbian. hyperfixation on scream, especially jill roberts. i cannot say i’m talented, my writing isn’t necessarily good, but i enjoy venting my thoughts and ideas via such act, and that’s the motive i created this account. english isn’t my first language, please have patience with me and try to understand my position.

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WHAT DO I WRITE? WITH WHAT CHARACTERS?

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angst, fluff, comedy, and smut. i will add a warning everytime one of my written creations will include suggestive context, or straight up detailed sex scenes. probably will write only character x fem!reader, having a preference for wlw stories. will try to write something about the men i will write down with the rest of the characters now. REQS ARE OPEN.

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Fandoms

— Scream ( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6. )

Characters i write for:

Scream 1: Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Tatum Riley, Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers;

Scream 2: Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Dewey Riley (maybe);

Scream 3: Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Dewey Riley (maybe);

Scream 4: Jill Roberts ( <3!! ), Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Dewey Riley (maybe), Charlie Walker, Kirby Reed;

Scream 5: Tara Carpenter, Sam Carpenter, Amber Freeman, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Chad Meeks-Martin.

Scream 6: Quinn Bailey/Kirsch, Tara Carpenter, Sam Carpenter, Ethan Landry/Kirsch.

p.s.: can do cross-overs between movies.

— The Substance

Characters i write for:

Sue, Elisabeth Sparkle.

— Miller’s Girl

Characters i write for:

Cairo Sweet, Winnie Black.

— American Horror Story

Will be added soon.

— Stranger Things

Characters i write for:

Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington.

— Hades

Characters i write for:

Aphrodite, Nyx, Thanatos.

— Wednesday

Will be added soon.

— Marvel

Characters i write for:

Felicia Hardy, ATSV characters (Hobie, Miguel, etc.), Peter Parker.

— You

Characters i write for:

Love Quinn, Guinevere Beck, Joe Goldberg ( maybe ).

— Jennifer’s Body

Characters i write for:

Jennifer Check.

This is not all, i will probably upload as i get into more fandoms and study more characters.

— AHS (American Horror Story)

S1, S3 , S8 and S9 for now

Characters i write for:

Violet Harmon, Tate Langdon, Cordelia Goode, Madison Montgomery, Zoe Benson, Kyle Spencer, Misty Day, maybe Marie Laveau, maybe Fiona Goode, Michael Langdon, Xavier Plympton, Brooke Thompson, Montana Duke.

DNI

minors shall not interact with the stories i say are strictly 18+. basic dni criteria. if you don’t like women, LEAVE. if you don’t support palestine, LEAVE. if you are a radical feminist, LEAVE. if you’re sensitive to blood, swearing, violence, and similar things. leave for your own safety, they will be the main themes on my account, unfortunately.

your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.

[roleplayfinder]

Hi! 21F, with Halloween just around the corner I've been super into some of the AHS seasons, more specifically 'Apocalypse' and '1984' and wanna do an 18+ for one of them.

For Apocalypse, I was hoping to possibly get someone to write as Michael Langdon against one of my OCs. I know there are different versions of him and I'm happy to write against any, whether it's him still living with Constance, or whether it's further on. This could be mxf, mxm, etc.

For 1984, I wanna write as Xavier Plympton. I could write against an OC or a canon character, though this would lean more towards mxm.

I've got some ideas for both options, and I'm also happy to hear any ideas someone has in mind. Interact if interested!

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[honeybuzzbear]

LOOKING TO WRITE AS XAVIER PLYMPTON!!!

18+ only.

Been rewatching AHS and I NEED to write this man asap.

I don't mind playing against a specific character, or an OC. Could be one of the counsellors, or a slasher type. The choice is yours!

I would prefer to write mxm for him, but I'm not opposed to fxm and anything else.

Got a few ideas in mind and open to hear more.

Interact if interested!

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

🔞 absolutely no minors. minors do not interact.

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American Horror Story

Dandy Mott

Jimmy Darling

Kit Walker

Michael Langdon

Tate Langdon

Xavier Plympton

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Bucky Barnes

Clint Barton

Eddie Brock

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker

Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Thor Odinson

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank

John B. Routledge

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

Riverdale

FP Jones

Jughead Jones

Sweetpea

Reggie Mantle

Scream Movies

Billy Loomis

Charlie Walker

Randy Meeks

Robbie Mercer

Stu Macher

Shameless

Lip Gallagher

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

John Winchester

Sam Winchester

Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller

Juice Ortiz

Opie Winston

Stranger Things

Argyle

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Gareth Emerson

Jim Hopper

Johnathan Byers

Steve Harrington

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan

Rick Grimes

Shane Walsh

[plymptcntwin]

Ask/Rp blog for the OC twin of Xavier Plympton of AHS: 1984, Casey. Multi verse and ship. Mun and Muse 21+. Penned by Kit. ((This is a side blog to mxgneticperscnality. All follows and likes will come from that blog.)) Please read rules and about page before interactions.

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[xavierplympton1984]

Ask/Rp Blog for Xavier Plympton of AHS 1984. Mun and muse +21. Multi verse and ship. Penned by Kit. Please take a look at the rules page before interacting.

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[naivefrenzy-a]

@instinctsbaby​  - ( ahs sc )

  ONE MOMENT HE’S THERE , the next susie finds herself alone , left sitting by herself on the end of the dock after being told to close her eyes -- but when she opens them , there’s a SCARED & CONFUSED look on her face. “ h-hey ! this i-isn’t funny ! “ she calls out , slowly pushing herself up from her sitting position on the dock.

  “ h-hey! c-come on... ! “ she’s putting on a brave face , but the longer the silence drags after her call , the further her heart sinks into the pits of her stomach. susie was ALONE out here , & truthfully had no clue how to get back to the front gates where they had entered in the first place -- PANIC washing over her as the petite girl looked around the abandoned lake side , nervous as she gathered herself. 

[chaos-is-beautifvl]

𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬

requested by @aura-nightingale , hope this is what you had in mind :)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: xavier plympton x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your mom has always had one rule - well, two, if we’re being technical. “no boys, no toys” - but what happens when she unintentionally introduces you to someone who makes you want to abandon those rules?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4032

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i altered the timeline a bit because i'm pretty sure in the show, they get killed on the first night at camp. that would mean xavier and reader wouldn’t really get a chance to interact. hopefully it isn’t confusing

---

Summer. It’s your favorite of the seasons and ironically your mother’s least favorite. There’s something about the energy. People are out with their friends and families taking a vacation and- there it is, kissing.

Maybe the heat drives everyone’s hormones into overdrive, or it’s the idea of everyone being half-naked, in some cases, fully naked.

You think it’s funny how quickly she gets irritated, and over the years, you’ve turned it into a game of sorts. Like now, for example, she’s picking up some food for the two of you in town. The sun is out, the wind blowing just right, meaning that people are in a kissing mood.

Across from where you sit, two teenagers are making out, noses bumping against each other, hands traveling under shirts and into shorts. You’re about to turn away, not wanting to invade their privacy longer than you already had when a disgusted scoff comes from behind you.

“Kids these days,” Margaret huffs, face pinched together when you turn to face her. “Where are their manners?”

You try to stifle the giggle that is just begging to escape. You fail, though, when Margaret adjusts her ascot, shaking her head with her ponytail swaying with her.

“It’s not that big of a deal, mom.” You regret your choice of words when she practically breaks her neck to send you a hard, pointed glare. “I mean, what I mean is—” You swallow harshly, stuttering out your attempt at ameliorating the situation. “I just mean it’s not that bad…“

She shakes her head once again, mumbling something about decency, or rather the lack thereof. “Well, come on then. We have to set up for little campers coming soon.”

—

You’re used to summer camps. You’ve been going to them for years now, eventually volunteering as a counselor. Margaret was always wary of letting you do it, especially after what happened to her.

This was why you were even more shocked when she suggested that the two of you reopen Camp Redwood. After all the stories you heard, you were nervous to even come within a two mile radius, but she needed your help, so you sucked it up.

The sun is shining far too brightly for your liking, and the humid air makes your shorts stick to your thighs. You use an old magazine as a makeshift fan when someone comes into the kitchen.

“How’s everything going, sweetie?”

You smile, “Hey, Chef Bertie! It’s going alright. Could be better without the heat.”

“Yeah, it’s a killer. Here’s to hoping it doesn’t get worse.” She takes a drag from her cigarette, fanning the smoke from her face. “You see those new counselors, yet?”

You forgot about that. Not many people were keen on the idea of volunteering to babysit kids in the heat, especially not after hearing the camp’s gruesome history. More of the reason why you are here now.

“Nope. You know how mom is. She doesn’t like me being around new people. At least not until she’s vetted them,” you explain as you help her stock the pantry shelves.

“Yeah, well, they’re something. Brought in a half-dead guy.” Your eyes widen at the information, already wishing that you were back home in the safety of your bedroom. The summer was just beginning, and it was already off to a rocky start.

“She’s giving them the tour now. You should go join, be around kids your own age.”

“You sure? I could stay and help.” You feel bad for leaving her there to deal with everything.

“Go.” She waves you away with her cigarette, “I got this, and if I need help, I’ve got a whole group of fresh new counselors to help me.”

You make your way outside, and thankfully, the trees have provided some protection against the harsh rays. As you get closer to your destination, you become increasingly more nervous. You’re not used to new people, especially not boys, Margaret made sure of that. She was always preaching that sex was humanity’s greatest downfall and how you should remain all good and pure until you were married.

“—sex won.” You hear someone talking and assume it’s one of the counselors. You have no doubt that she was telling them about her celibacy rule, and like most people, including yourself, they disagreed.

You’re about to step into view when you remember that you promised Margaret you would finish loading the rest of the things from the car. She’d give you a long lecture if she knew that you were too busy trying to meet new people to do what she asked.

As you turn, you step on a fallen tree branch, the snapping noise catching Xavier’s attention. He pulls his attention away from the group, looking in your direction, but you’re gone before he can spot you.

He snatches off his sunglasses as if that would somehow make him see better. Nudging Chet with his shoulder, he nods over to where you previously were, “Did you see that?”

“See what, man?”

Xavier looks at him like he’s stupid, which he thinks was true, considering how dense the brunet could be at times. “The girl?”

“Girl? What girl? Was she hot?” Chet’s slew of questions makes Xavier roll his eyes. He’s about to comment when Margaret told them to stop their chit-chatting and pick up the pace.

Before joining the rest of them, he looks back with a mission to find out who you are.

-

The sun starts to set once you’re finally able to sit down. In what seems like an attempt to keep you away from everyone else, your mom kept you busy, giving you task after task.

You’re sitting in the main office, one of those trashy romance books in hand and your shorts rolled up. She’d probably get on to you for that later, but they felt too sticky to have sitting on you all day. You flip through the pages, getting to one of those steamy, sex scenes.

“That’s hot.”

You nearly jump out of your seat. Slamming your book close and holding it to your chest, as if it were protecting you, you face the intruder.

“Ever heard of knocking?”

Xavier smiles sheepishly, toying with his cross earring. “Sorry. I was looking for Margaret.” He squints his eyes over his sunglasses. “And you are?”

“Y/N, Margaret’s daughter.” That nervousness from earlier was creeping back around. She had a rule: no boys, no toys. And being alone with him, whoever he was, was a no go.

“Huh. I didn’t know she had a daughter.” He makes himself comfortable, leaning against the table, arms crossing, showing off the muscles that you pay far too much attention to.

“Well, my dad… She’s my stepmom, but she’s raised me for years so yeah- she’s my mom, but not really my mom and-” You stop when you notice the amused smirk sitting on his face. “I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“Yeah. But it’s cute, so you get a pass.” He winks at you, and you look away, heat rising to your cheeks. Most of the time you never cared about Margaret’s “no boys, no toys” rule, but now you’re regretting it was ever in place because you didn’t know how to act around him.

Xavier picks up the book you had set down on the table and thumbs through the pages until he finds where you stopped reading. He glances from the book to you to the book then back to you.

“You know, for Margaret being your mom, I’m surprised you’re into something so dirty, babe.”

Before you can die and come back, the door opens, revealing the devil herself. Her curls have fallen some, and her face is flushed but you didn’t know whether it was due to the heat or to the fact that you were alone. In a cabin. With a boy. A boy who had already disgruntled her with his “sex won” comments.

“What’s going on here?” Margaret purses her lips, narrowing her eyes through her glasses. You swallow nervously - not nervous because there was a boy, a very attractive one, standing across you, but because you’d seen Margaret when she got upset, and it wasn’t pretty.

“I was just asking the lovely little Y/N here a question about the camp.” He shrugs, “I was looking for you actually but you were nowhere to be found so I went to the best next thing.”

“It seems like someone has forgotten all about my rules.” You know she’s talking about you, but Xavier doesn’t so he’s quick with a rebuttal.

“Oh, no, ma’am. Of course not. I was just about to head out.” He leans forward to grab his jacket, which you hadn’t even seen him take off.

“If you want your dirty book back, we’re hanging out at the campfire tonight.” He whispers it so quietly, you almost don’t hear him. Your face feels like it’s on fire, and you know you can’t blame that on the heat because it is considerably cool inside.

Xavier nods to Margaret on his way out, and she cuts her eyes at him. He chuckles, tossing a wink your way, which makes you giggle.

The smile wipes off your face once the door closes. Margaret turns to you, lips pursed, giving her the expression of a dried up raisin. “What was that?”

“It was nothing.” You busy yourself with tidying up the table, so you won’t have to look at her. She hums, obviously not convinced.

“Don’t forget. We have a rule. No-”

“No boys, no toys. Got it.”

—

Sneaking out is easier than you’d expected. Margaret was already asleep when you left, and if she had any questions, you could easily say that you were going to the girls’ cabin. What problem could she have with that?

In all honesty, you’re not that concerned with getting the book back. You’re more interested, however, in talking to the blonde, whose name you didn’t know.

As you get closer to the campfire area, you hear laughter and chatter and have the sudden urge to turn back. But you ignore that, thinking, why the hell not? You usually do everything Margaret asks, mostly because your dad always stated that her being your stepmom didn’t mean you weren’t supposed to listen to her.

Dad was gone, and Margaret had gotten unreasonably stricter and protective. Something that you weren’t fond of in the slightest. It’s not like you’re much of a people person, but you like having a choice, and it seemed like she was always taking that away.

“Hey! Over here!” A familiar voice pulls you away from your thoughts, and you realize you’d made it to the campfire. There’s a whole slew of people, but before your shyness can make its appearance, Xavier saunters over to you, throwing an arm over your shoulders.

“Guys, this is Y/N…” He pauses for dramatic effect, “Margaret’s daughter.”

Montana gasps as if this is the most shocking thing she’s heard in years. “Margaret’s your mom? Does that mean, you know,” her lips form a smirk, “you’ve never…”

The gesture she makes with her hands has you chuckling nervously, feeling as though you should’ve stayed at the cabin. You’re saved thankfully when Xavier cuts in.

“Leave her alone, Tana. Come on, Y/N,” he pulls you over to a log in the circle, “We have some things to discuss.”

“We do?”

“Well, yeah.” Xavier says it like it’s blatantly obvious, and you don’t know whether or not it is or he’s just messing with you. You think it’s a bit of both.

You eventually warm up to the group, which is not easy by any means. Part of Margaret’s protectiveness meant you aren’t used to new people. Especially not an eccentric group like them.

Every few seconds, it seems, someone makes a dirty joke. You just know if Margaret were here, she’d have an absolute fit. Xavier pulls out all the stops - flirting, making sexual innuendos, getting you to laugh.

He’s funny but not purposely trying to be; it’s just how he naturally is. Like now, he’s making a point, or at least attempting to.

“I’m just sayin’, would you really know if you were eating dog shit? Like, if it was seasoned well, and cooked just right, would you know?”

Ray shakes his head, scoffing, “You’re high, dude. I mean, we’re all high, but you’re up there.”

Xavier waves him off, turning to you, “What do you think, babe? Think you’d noticed?”

You shrug, wanting to sink into the ground as all the attention directs to you. “I don’t know. Wouldn’t it melt because of the heat?”

“See. She has common sense. You should learn from her,” Ray says, glad that at least someone isn’t acting stupid.

“I should, shouldn’t I?” Xavier asks the question, but he’s not even looking at Ray anymore, just you. The light from the fire makes his eyes seem a darker blue than they were before, and you shy away from his gaze.

Instead of staring into his eyes like the characters in that trashy romance novel you were reading, you clear your throat, “Can I try that?”

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” He laughs, passing you the blunt that was resting in his hand.

—

The next few days go by in a blur, and most of your time is spent with Xavier. Margaret obviously knows something was up. If looks could kill, she’d surely have killed Xavier ten times over. She never says anything though, so neither do you. It’s nice, having your own little secret.

“Wait, so you’re telling me, she’s always been like that?”

You and Xavier are sprawled over your bed. The heat had taken its toll, meaning you’re spending the day inside. The benefit is that it’s cooler, but the con is that you’re at a greater chance of getting caught.

“Yeah, one time, she hosted this sleepover thing with my friends, and she gave a thirty minute talk about the importance of, and I quote, ‘remaining pure and good because the Lord loves you.’”

"Were those the same friends who gave you that dildo?” He wiggles his eyebrows. You laugh at him, putting your pillow over your face in embarrassment.

“I hate that I told you that.”

He removes the pillow from your face, pouting, “Hey, now, I thought we were friends, and friends tell each other everything. Besides, you were pretty high, so you can’t be blamed.”

This is what you liked most about your newfound relationship - the simplicity. There is something so appealing about not having to constantly talk about virtues. Plus, it helps that you’ve developed a little, itty-bitty crush on him, that isn’t that little and is growing every day you spend with him.

“That’s actually where her saying came from,” you explain, sitting up and using the pillow he’d taken from you as a cushion. “They gave it to me as a joke, but I never used it—”

“—Aw, really, would’ve loved to see that.” Xavier cuts in, and you hope that he can’t see how much of an effect he has on you. You laugh nervously, fiddling with the hem of your shorts.

“A-Anyway,” your stutter catches his attention as he throws a wink in your direction, making you shake your head. “I had it hidden under my bed so she wouldn’t find it, but she did. Gosh, she made such a big deal about it. I mean, it’s not like I was doing anything with it.”

“You still have it?” His question sounds part joking, part serious. You’re not sure which one it is.

“No, of course not. She threw it out.” You weren’t upset about it. Your friends were, though, always complaining about how she was too overbearing and needed to loosen up. “Why?”

“Like I said, would’ve loved to see that.” There he goes, again. It’s like he’s in tune to your emotions and knows just the thing to say to turn your face into a sauna.

—

Something weird has been going on at camp these past couple days. Everyone is on edge like they can feel that something bad is going to happen. Little did they know, they were right.

You think it’s just a prank until you see the blood and the knife sticking out of a person’s body. Sure, you’ve watched horror movies, but none of those compare to what is happening right now. You run back to the cabins, hoping to find somewhere to hide.

Not knowing where everyone is makes your heart beat quicker, and not in the good way that Xavier’s made yours. When you finally make it to the girls’ cabin, you breathe a relieved sigh as you shut the door behind you.

You’re looking for a place to hide when you hear a sound. You feel like one of those people in a horror movie when the music starts playing, and the killer is in the room with them. You hear the noise again and deduce it’s coming from your bed. Searching the room for a weapon, you only find a bow and arrow. This’ll have to do.

You creep over to bed, and you can practically hear the daunting music getting louder with each step. A hand grabs hold of your foot, yanking you down.

“HA! Got ya!”

You hit the hard cabin floor with a thud, wincing.

“Wait- Y/N?!”

“Xavier?!”

The two of you stare at each other for a second before you notice the blood on his shirt. He follows your gaze, holding his hands up in defense, “I can explain.”

“Oh, my god. It’s you, you’re the- What the hell, Xavier?!”

“Is this the first time you’ve said ‘hell’?” He seems so serious about the question, which makes you shake your head, considering the situation. “But why are you covered in blood?”

You look at your hands and clothes, realizing how it must seem, “I- I can explain.”

“Just-” he sighs, “Just tell me you’re not secretly some psycho killer. I really don’t want to get killed by the girl I like.”

You blink at him then shut your eyes, wishing that Margaret would have just let you stay home this summer, “What?! No! Are you?!”

“No! Why would you think that?!”

At this moment you realize how silly this whole thing is. You start laughing a bit before remembering that there was a murderer out there, and you should probably be quiet.

Xavier joins in, making you wonder if the weed you’d both smoked earlier today has anything to do with it. You continuously surprise  both yourself and him with how comfortable you’ve become.

“Okay, okay,” He sucks in a breath to calm himself. “We’ve got to find everyone else and get the hell out of here.”

You’d swap the bow and arrow for his flashlight and a wooden bat you see laying around. The camp is eerily quiet. The two of you stumble upon more dead bodies, mostly of people you’ve never seen before.

“Let’s split up,” Xavier’s suggestion has your eyebrows raising, and due to your very obvious confusion, he’s quick to explain. “Look, as much as I wanna leave this crazy camp behind - I don’t know, it might be a little dickish to leave all our friends. Besides, even though I’m not Margaret’s biggest fan, she is your mom… or your step-mom. Whatever she is, I’m sure you don’t want to leave her.”

He’s right, and your dad would probably roll in his grave if he knew that you left Margaret in the hands of two psychopaths.

You sigh, “Fine, but just- don’t die on me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” With that Xavier heads back towards the cabins, and you head to Margaret’s, which is closer to the entrance. You’re about to step inside when you hear someone talking. It’s Margaret.

“Oh, Benji…” Who is that? “You always said you’d protect me, and you did. That’s why it was so easy to blame you.”

Your curiosity gets the best of you, and instead of going in, you stay at the door, thankful it was open.

“That night…” she pauses, walking over to the man sitting on the couch. That much you can see as you peek around the corner. “When I murdered those kids who always made fun of us, I knew that you would protect me.”

What the fuck…

Your quiet gasp is clearly heard when Margaret turns around, eyebrows pinched together when she tuts at you. “Now, Y/N, you’re just breaking all kinds of rules lately, aren’t you?”

She quickly crosses the distance between you, dragging you over to the couch, where a man you could swear looked exactly like Mr. Jingles was sitting next to you.

“I love you. You know that, but I learned that sometimes you have to let go of things…” She smiles at you, and in the light, it appears a thousand times creepier than it should, “or people that you love.”

“I mean, look at poor Benji over here.” You dare to sneak a glance at him and realize there is a giant knife protruding from his chest. “And, let’s not forget about your dad. Gosh, did I love him, but he, too, had to go. Just like you.”

Before you can even wrap your head around the fact that she not only admitted to being the actual murderer of the massacre, but killing your dad, someone comes bursting through the door.

“Hey, babe, I found them. Did you-” Xavier pauses when he notices the gun in Margaret’s hand. When she even grabbed that, you don’t know. You’re still reeling from all this new information.

“You!” Margaret stalks towards him, “You’re the one that corrupted my little girl. If she hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t have to kill the both of you right now.”

You remember the bat in your hand. “Hey, Mom…”

She flips around, looking particularly annoyed as if you’re ruining her oh, so important villain speech. “Wait your turn-”

You don’t let her finish before raising your bat, testing the weight in your hands, and whacking her in the head with it. “That’s for dad.” You hit her again, not satisfied, “That’s for being a crazy bitch. And this,” you pant, swinging your bat again, “is for trying to kill me.”

A slow clap pulls you from your rage, and you see Xavier still standing by the door, a smile tugging at his lips, “Wow. That was hot.”

You glance down at her lifeless body, and the shock sets in. Dropping the bat, you raise a hand to your mouth, eyes widening, “I just killed her. I just freaking killed someone.”

“I say she deserved it.” You definitely agree but who would’ve thought you’d end up here. You sure didn’t.

Xavier walks over to you, stepping over Margaret’s body. “Now, what do you say we hit the road and never look back?”

—

Even though the both of you are covered in blood that isn’t yours, you and Xavier can’t stop laughing. After everything that happened just hours before, you would think you would be scared out of your minds, which you are, but there is something extremely cathartic about surviving not one, but two killers and making it to the next day.

Plus, it helps that the weather is just right. The sun shines, not a wispy cloud in the sky. It’s a perfect time for kissing, and Xavier seems to think so too.

He leans over, pressing his lips against yours, and you pray to whatever and whoever is out there that he can’t feel the literal heat projecting from your face.

Your chaste kiss is cut even shorter when a series of groans come from the back. You and Xavier pull away laughing when Chet follows up with an, “I know you guys probably want to fuck right now or some shit, but can we go? Like now?”

Xavier taps his fingers on the steering when the engine roars to life. “Oh, yeah, baby!”

You rest your head against your seat, looking over at him with a grin, “So, where we headed?”

“Wherever you wanna go, babe.”

[harbingercfdeath-a]

Sometimes what you’re most afraid of doing is the very thing that will set you free. - ROBERT TEW

Ask/Rp blog for my OC reaper Issac Davenport. Multi verse and ship. Muse +21, Mun +21 (FC: Cody Fern as Xavier Plympton). Penned by Kit. Please read Rules and About pages before interaction.

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[lavenderahs]

smoke sesh - Xavier Plympton

[request from anon]

summary - y/n is attending Xavier plymptons aerobics class; he eyes her the entire session. once the class is released, he pulls her aside to invite her to his van too smoke a blunt or 2.

warnings! - drug use, mega smut lol.

Tags - @kitty4860 @forevercountess @d3monslust @mllxngdonswife @brooklinn13 @jimmason

the scent of plastic and sweat fills my brain as I step into the vibrant gym. the room has multiple actions happening. some exercising, some groups of friends laughing together, people getting a soda from the vending machine; the place full of happiness. I walk to the front desk, secretly anxious. I look up to speak to the women at the front desk, she cuts me off "here for Xavier's class?" I nod. her pen scribbles my name down as she makes a bubble with her chewing gum. she points to a door across the gym "right in there hun"

stepping into the mirrored vibrant workout room; it being almost 3 pm and the classroom being empty. guessing I was early I continued to walk in. a tall muscled figure stood by a led trimmed white board. the sound of the closing door caused him to turn. "oh hello" his mouth forms a charming smile. "hi, I'm here for the aerobics class" he fumbles with expo markers "yeah, class starts at 3, but we don't really start till 3:30" he exhales and places his hands on his hips. "you can just chill here, the vending machines are out the door to the left" I nod and quickly step out the door. heading to the vending machines; my heart trembles a little from my interaction with the charismatic man.

I find myself back into the workout room as I see more and more people walk in. Seeing the room accompanied lively people; my social anxiety seeps in which makes me basically be the one person in the corner. The small clock displays 3:30, the young man steps to the front of the room. "Hello everyone! My name is Xavier and I'll be your aerobics instructor today" my attention is drawn to his beautiful features and charismatic gestures. My mind is brought back to reality when he says "okay everyone do as i said" he walks in between the rows the class. I quickly glance around the room and try and mimic the others warm up exercises. He begins teaching us the basic exercises. His eyes lay upon me during every exercise. He praises me here and there. Which makes my heart skip a beat or 2

"Okay everyone. Let's take a 5 minute break" he hands clap a bit to signal attention. I grab my water bottle to cool off a bit. I turn to see Xavier leaning against one of the mirrors, turning his water bottle up as he eyes me. I flash an inviting smile at him, responding with the same energy as he has towards me. He runs his hands through his voluminous hair, sweat trickling at his hair line. He mouths "meet me after class" with a quick smile he begins signals the class to resume. I smile to myself as we begin the last 30 minutes of the class.

"Good work everyone!" Xavier wraps up the class and invites everyone for next week's class. I grab my things and head to the front of the room. A purple towel wrapped around his neck, wiping the sweat away. I tap him on the shoulder "you wanted to see me?" I bat my eyelashes. He chuckles "yeah, you seem like a cool chick, I just wanted to ask if you'd be interested in accompanying me to a blunt or so out back" he gives me a convincing smile along with a laugh. "Of course" I smile as I twirl the front pieces of my hair. "Let me get everything wrapped up in here and we'll go out back"

Accepting Xavier's invitation was a leap of faith for me. This being the first time all summer that I've actually went out of my comfort zone to hang out with a man. He's charismatic, handsome and just an overall 10. Very much my type. Nervously picking at my nails, Xavier comes in "ready?" I nod my head "always ready for weed" he chuckles as he leads me outside. He opens the doors of his garnet van, revealing the back seats pulled out, replaced with a mattress and his belongings. "You live here?" I ask politely. "Eh just for the summer, my van is my happy place" he laughs as he fumbles with things in the van. He pulls 2 big pillows by the opening of the van door, so we can sit comfortably with our legs dangling from the van. He pats the pillow "I don't bite" smiling i plop beside him as he prepares the blunt. I watch carefully as he rolls the blunt. Yet my eyes are so focused on his features. "We can just pass this one for now and if we want more I'll roll another" he says as he places the blunt between his lips, one hand covering it as the other lights it. The first hit makes his whole body ease as if he's been craving the drug. He passes the blunt to me, I gently take it from him, staring into his icy blue eyes as I inhale. Blowing the euphoric smoke near him, with a smirk on my face.

The drug makes us both, very comfortable. Our bodies shift to his mattress. He hovers over me, inhaling the blunt and exhaling the smoke onto my collar bones. He find the nearest ash tray to place the blunt. His hands propped up behind my head, towering over me. His torso slowly comes down to my level, places a kiss on my neck. Which turns into sucking a hickey onto me. I roll my head back, in pure bliss. His hands find my shirt, tugging at it, craving my sensual attention. He slips his shirt off as I do the same. I sit up as he brings me into his arms. Desperately kissing my lips, the drug making us sloppy. His hands un hook my bra. His mouth almost instantly finding my nipples to give them a quick lick. I lift his head up back to mine. Our lips connecting as our tongues meet. His tongue exploring my mouth, dancing with my tongue as I explore his. He grabs a handful of my hair, pulling us apart, his smile turns into him licking his lips. His mouth forms an amount of spit. The other hand gently opening my mouth. He spits into my mouth "such a pretty girl" he praises as I swallow his spit. He begins to strip all the clothing below his waist, and pushing it to the van floor. I look down to see his massive length, bulged between his legs. My mouth opens in shock of his size. His hands give it a quick stroke, his head already glazed with precum. I unbutton my shorts, desperately wanting him inside me. He smirks "someone's excited huh?" He says as he spreads my legs. My cunt already laced with wetness. His thumb exploring my folds. "Already wet for me" he says satisfied. He rubs slow circles onto my clit. I let out a gentle moan from his touch. "Tell me what you want darling" he whispers. "J-just please fuck me" I whine. "If I wasn't so stoned and hard, I'd make you beg baby girl, you're lucky to get what you want" he says as he lines up with my folds. "P-please-" I choke. "Please what?" He teases. "Please fuck me daddy" I whine. "Good girl" my wet cunt swallows his length. My mouth opens from the pleasure of having him inside me. He speeds up his thrusts. Hitting my g-spot, knowing all my sensitive spots. "D-daddy, fuck me harder" he chuckles "little whore" he begins to thrust, his balls clapping on my cunt. His length stretching me out, my wetness pouring onto it. The euphoric feeling of the weed laced sex makes me throw my head back, moaning his name. He stops fucking me, before I realize he has me flipped over, bent over doggy style. He straddles in between me. Resuming his thrusts. "This fucking cunt, so tight and warm" he spits out between his deep moans. His hips clapping against my skin, my g spot being bruised by his length. "You want me to cum inside baby girl" he asks. "Yes daddy please, I want your cum" I scream as he pounds. "Cum for me first baby, then you'll get what you want" getting his approval to orgasm. I bite the sheets of his mattress. Letting my pussy cum "d-daddy-i" his thrusts never slow "thats it baby, cum for me" as his words slip out, my cunt gushes on his length, leaving me unable to speak. "S-shit baby, I'm gonna cum" he moans his thrusts slowing as he pumps inside me. His hot seed fills me up, he shakes as it pours into me. "O-oh baby girl" he trails off. He slides out of me. Placing his fingers at my entrance. His cum slips out into his fingers. "Come here, clean it up" I obey, still speechless, cleaning his cum off his fingers. "Good girl" he praises, "let's get cleaned up. And get some food" he smiles grabbing our clothes. I think to myself, "damn, I'm glad i went to this class"

[inklore]

— 𝐅𝐀𝐐 ⋆ ˚｡

this blog is strictly multifandom, but that does not mean that i don’t play favorites for certain fandoms/characters. so there will most definitely be more writings for certain characters and fandoms.

requests: are closed, but thots are always welcome!

in no way shape or form should minors be interacting with anything on or posted to this blog. this is an 18+ space. anon hate and celebrity discourse also has no place here, so please respect that. if you are racist, homophobic, bigoted, zionist, islamphobic, judgmental to what people enjoy writing/reading, can’t depict fiction from real life, you will be blocked.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

rpf, necrophilia, incest, pregnancy, daddy/little play, age play, spitting, kitten, bimbo!reader, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, underage scenarios, alpha/omega, domestic violence, kid fics, male!character x male!oc, i hate the word ‘doll’ as a pet name so i avoid it like the plague.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

smut (refer to the above list when it comes to this), fluff, age gaps, poly/threesome+, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, yandere, toy play, cheating (to a certain degree), blood play, knife play, some bdsm, breath play, violence, gore, capture x captive, hunter/prey, praise and degradation, power imbalance, step siblings, supernatural, villainary, choking, mommy/daddy kink (to an extent).

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔���𝐄𝐒.

marvel ↷

miguel o’hara, hobie brown, marc spector, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, peter parker (all variants), yelena belova, joaquin torres, doctor strange, wade wilson, carol danvers, eddie brock, scott lang, hope van dyne, kate bishop, hela, pietro maximoff, logan howlett, wanda maximoff, steve rogers, kraven, cable, druig, makkari, thena, blade

dc universe ↷

dinah lance/black canary, diana prince, clark kent, pamela isley/poison ivy, arthur curry/aquaman, harley quinn, adrian chase, pattinson!bruce wayne, edward nashton/the riddler

top gun: maverick ↷

jake 'hangman' seresin, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, natasha 'phoenix' trace, beau 'cyclone' simpson, reuben 'payback' fitch

star wars ↷

poe dameron, finn, kylo ren/ben solo, bo-katan kryze, din djarin, young!han solo

scream ↷

ethan landry, stu macher, billy loomis, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, amber freeman, tara carpenter

bridgerton ↷

anthony bridgerton, colin bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, kate sharma, simon basset, phillip crane

house of the dragon ↷

ser harwin strong, daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen

american horror story ↷

cordelia goode, tristan duffy, michael langdon, harry gardner, madison montgomery, kit walker, xavier plympton, ally mayfair-richards

etc shows ↷

villanelle, lip gallagher, tommy miller, carmy berzatto, luca (the bear), kate parks, daisy jones, billy dunne, warren rhodes, geralt of rivia, love quinn, max wolfe, olivia benson, roman godfrey, dream the endless, lucifer (sandman), jonathan pine, mira phillips, the salesman (squid game), hwang jun ho (squid game), kim geon-woo (bloodhounds)

movies ↷

john wick, finnick odair, peeta mellark, johanna mason, han lue, cipher, walter de ville, tangerine, dave lizewski, thomas sharpe, james conrad, neil (tenet), edward cullen, millie / molotovgirl, dante reyes, thrandull, steve kemp, charlie swan, marquis vincent de gramont, keys (free guy), akira (john wick), beverly marsh (it two), ben hanscom (it two), keith (barbarian), frank (don't worry darling)

adam driver ↷

kylo ren/ben solo, adam sackler, flip zimmerman, phillip altman, charlie barber, henry mchenry, commander mills, rick smolan, officer ronnie peterson, matt the radar technician, clyde logan, paterson, jude

oscar isaac ↷

santiago garcia, poe dameron, nathan bateman, jonathan levy, william tell, blue jones, rydel keener

pedro pascal ↷

din djarin, javier peña, frankie morales, javi gutierrez, joel miller, dieter bravo

chris evans ↷

ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, andy barber, ari levinson, frank adler, steve rogers, jake wyler

[xavierplympton1984moves]

EVER HEARD OF THE SEXUAL REVOLUTION? SEX WON!

Ask/Rp Blog for Xavier Plympton of AHS:1984. Multi ship and verse. muse +18, Mun +21. Please read rules before interacting

Rules - About - Memes - Opens - Credits - Headcanons - Blog Roll

Promo Graphic: @cfterglow PSDs: tatooedtaemin & freerps

[calliopesstories]

Presentation

Hi everyone! I’m not new to Tumblr but it’s the first time I create a one to post story. My main posting site in AO3 (link here -> ♥) but I thought it’ll be more interacting to post here and answering to people request. I will also post fanfiction (even if that’ll be rare) or imagines of my own.

My Masterlist -> here

And here’s the link to be tagged on any of my stories -> ♦

I’m a French speaker, born and raise in central France, so my English is mostly likely to be far from perfect. I take request in both French and English. Any other language in a story will be the result of a translator site.

I’ve chosen the name Calliope because – for those unfamiliar with the greek mythology – she’s the muse of epic poetry. I’m terrible at poetry but I think I can try to write some epic shit.

For the requests there are certain rules:

I mainly writes about movies/series/books/video games (thought that category is rather thin) I have seen and/or read or play. This way I’m more confortable with the material I’m writing about.

I don’t do mangas for those who are fan I’m sorry but I don’t watch/read mangas.

I can do actors/actresses.

I can do SMUT but it’s not my forte. If I do I won’t do ideas I’m not confortable with. I draw the line at BDSM/rape but even that is not something I won’t write a lot.

I’m not against blood, violence, torture and things like this.

I don’t have a favourite type of writing so you can ask for action or for romance, horror, fantasy, crossovers… I really don’t mind.

And that’s it.

Here’s what I’m most likely to write about (characters included):

Marvel Cinematic Universe

James “Bucky” Barnes/ Winter Soldier/ White Wolf

Loki

Steven “Steve” Rogers/ Captain America/ Nomad

Wanda Maximoff/ Scarlet Witch

Natasha Romanoff/ Black Widow

 Game Of Thrones (I haven’t finished the books yet so it’ll be mainly the series)

Arya Stark

Gendry Waters

Daenerys Targaryen 

X-Men (the movies)

Peter Maximoff/ Quicksilver

Erik Lensherr/ Magneto

Charles Xavier/ Professor X

Once Upon a Time

Jefferson/ The Mad Hatter

Jekyll

Regina Mills/ The Evil Queen

Rumplestilskin

Chronicles of Narnia (mostly the movies)

King Caspian

The Pevensies

 Star Wars (again mostly the movies)

Ben Solo/ Kylo Ren

Poe Dameron

General Leia

Han Solo

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (other Riordan’s books included)

Nico Di Angelo

Percy Jackson

Pirates of the Caribbean

Jack Sparrow

Will Turner

Henry Turner

 Various Movies/Books/Series etc…

Wonder Woman (Diana Prince)

Crimson Peak (Thomas Sharpe)

AHS (Michael Langdon/ Xavier Plympton)

Supernatural (Team Free Will 2.0)

Assassin’s Creed (Connor Kenway/ Ezio Auditore/ Edward Kenway)

Castlevania (Alucard)

The Witcher (Geralt of Rivia/ Jaskier-Dandelion)

Those are the main characters I’ll write about but I’m open to any suggestions. I will probalby narrow it down after some times in accordance to what people ask the most.

[haveyourselfacodychristmas]

Have Yourself a Cody Christmas - Christmas Day

THE FINALÉ OF HAVE ‘YOURSELF A CODY CHRISTMAS’ INTERACTIVE STORY

Michael Langdon X Jim Mason X Duncan Shepherd X Xavier Plympton X Y/N 

Warnings: Fluffy, a little non-sensical maybe, good Christmas fun, SMUT! Swearing! 

DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU HAVEN’T COLLECTED ALL FOUR PRESENTS IN THE INTERACTIVE STORY. 

The smell of eggnog wafts over to you from your bedroom. You resolved to spend Christmas Day in your own bed, alone as did the rest of your family, so while there is no warmth you feel like you have an even playing field today. No jealousies, no bickering...that is if everyone kept to the same vow. Even though you aren’t the biggest eggnog fan, you know that it’s a tradition for Jim and sure enough when you tip toe downstairs you see him putting on the finishing touches of grated nutmeg.

’I swear this is how Washington himself did it.’ He boasts, sliding you a cup. 

‘It’s eight am, Jim.’ You laugh, watching him take a sip. ‘And you’re already on the alcohol.’ 

‘Eggnog can be drunk at any time.’

Duncan slopes into the kitchen, ignores the eggnog and switches on the coffee machine. ‘Even I can’t do that this early.’ He says, eying Jim’s foamy moustache. 

‘Why don’t you just get an IV?’ Jim quips, ‘Addiction will kill you, ya know.’ 

Duncan makes a face behind Jim’s back. You catch Jim on his way to the living room, wipe off his foam and give him a quick kiss. ‘Merry Christmas, bye the way.’ Jim calls to you both, sweeping his eggnog into his hands on the way. 

‘Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal.’ Duncan calls to Jim, pulling you into his arms as the smell of freshly brewed coffee sings in the air. ‘And to you,’ He smiles, giving you a kiss on the tip of your nose. 

‘Home alone?’ You question, wrapping your arms around Duncan’s waist.

‘My favourite.’ He nods, letting you cling to him as he pours out the coffee into two cups, ‘Want one?’

‘Yes, I can’t do eggnog right now.’

He chuckles, ‘He never changes.’ 

You take note of the fondness in Duncan’s voice and rest your head against his chest. 

‘Urgh, get a room.’ You expect to see Xavier in the doorway, but Xavier never rises before 10am. Instead, your favourite Travelling Salesman stands in the doorway. You squeal, running over and throwing your arms around him. Jerome hugs you back, ‘Hey princess, couldn’t miss a Christmas with my favourite people.’

‘Your favourites, really?’ Duncan smirks, immediately getting a third cup out for Jerome. 

‘I’m still getting used to the new one.’ Jerome admits, ‘And I need to drop off my presents for my most favourite ones.’

‘Miriam and Jeffrey will be awake soon.’ You promise, ‘They always wake around eight thirty.’ 

‘I don’t mind assisting with the morning.’ Jerome volunteers and you want to hug him all over again.

‘That would be great.’

‘And where is our blessed Antichrist?’ The Salesman accepts his cup from Duncan and takes a long drink, hip leaning against the countertop as Jim re-appears.

‘I thought I recognised your voice.’ Jim grins, giving Jerome a fist-bump. ’Sup, man?’

‘Enjoying being a father, Jim?’

He nods, melting. ‘It’s…it’s so good.’ 

Duncan slips his arm around Jim, ‘He wouldn’t work for me, but I heard someone’s due a promotion soon?’

Jim blushes, ‘Wha…me?’

‘So I hear.’

‘Only because I read your bosses’ mind.’ Michael’s deep voice travels over to you all. He’s leaning against the doorframe, signature silk black pyjamas on. ‘Hello Jerome.’

‘Still creeping on people’s thoughts?’ You give Michael a look, but knowing what the two of you got up to yesterday, you’re not too mad.

‘Only when they have something interesting going on.’ Michael sidles into the room, ‘Which is not that often.’ 

‘Now everyone is here but Xavier,’ Jim glances around each of you, ‘Can we do presents?’

‘Why don’t you wanna wait?’ Duncan asks.

‘Cause he takes forever to rise.’

‘We’re going to wait.’ You decide, but you lead the way back into the living space and drop onto the couch. Michael joins you and you rest your back against him immediately right as the baby monitor picks up Jeffrey’s morning cries. 

Jim makes a face, ‘Like clockwork.’

‘I’ll go,’ Jerome volunteers. ‘I wanna spend some time with my God children before you all ruin them more.’

‘Heyyy.’ Jim gives chase and you can hear the bickering all the way upstairs. 

You turn to Michael and press a kiss to his chest, ‘Merry Festive Day.’

‘Merry Festive Day.’ He echoes, fingers running through your hair.

‘Did Miriam like her card?’ 

‘She did’ He murmurs, ‘I got the usual six am text from her.’

‘Six am on Christmas!’

‘Rises at 6, has six presents under the three and six candles always lit.’ 

‘I get it’ You smile as Duncan drops into his favourite armchair, ‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen Duncan sleep in beyond six am any day but Christmas.’

‘Hey, I sleep in on vacation.’ He protests, crossing one leg over the other. ‘I’m not a total freak.’ 

‘When we were in the Bahamas,’ Michael points a lazy finger at Duncan, ‘You were up at 6am to reserve the sunbeds on the beach.’

‘Only because the Obama’s tried to steal that spot and it was perfectly facing the pool and the beach for easy access.’ 

‘Never change, Duncan.’ You laugh, watching the Media Mogul get flustered behind his coffee right as Jim and Jerome enter with the babies, closely followed by Xavier. 

‘Present time.’ Xavier trills, ‘Now we are all present, Jim says Medina is coming for dinner, so we can get started.’ 

Jerome deposits little Miriam in Michael’s arms, not daring to ignore the Antichrist making grabby arms. Now one year old, both Miriam and Jeffrey are interested in everything. Miriam latches onto Michael’s hair, tugging it out of his bun and watching the golden curls cascade. She bubbles a near laugh as Michael suppress rolling his eyes, ‘Again?’ He asks the baby who is nearly speaking small sentences.

‘Hair pretty.’ Miri insists, dropping into your lap and clapping her hands together.

Meanwhile, Jeffrey like his father is full of energy. The little boy is crawling everywhere, keeping both Jim and Jerome busy on the couch opposite. 

‘Well, I gave my gifts upstairs.’ Jerome announces, ‘You can see them later but lets just say-‘

‘Elsa!’ Miri beams. The entire room watches as an Elsa doll floats into the living space and into Miri’s arms. She hugs it tight, ‘Jerome!’

You can’t help a snigger as Jerome tries not to look too unsettled, ‘That’s very nice, baby.’ Duncan praises, far too used to Miri and her magic by now.

Jeffrey, not yet as advanced as his twin tucks himself into Jim’s side. ‘Well, that spoiled it.’ Jerome mutters, ruffling Jeffrey’s hair. ‘Maybe I do got a favourite one.’

‘Careful, Jerome.’ Michael smirks, ’I and my Miri can hear you.’

‘Presents.’ You decide, sinking to your knees and heading for the pile under the tree. You fish out Xavier’s first and pass it to him. Jim is kind enough to join you in handing out presents. 

You’re pretty sure you did well with your presents. Xavier’s already got an AirPod in one ear, Eurythmics coming faintly from his phone. Duncan’s engrossed in his planner, already writing with his Montblanc fountain pen from Michael. The two babies have joined you on the floor and found amusement in the pink tissue paper that contained bath and body products from Xavier to you. 

‘Here Michael,’ You hand him your present. ‘This is from me.’

‘Thank you my love,’ He murmurs, fingers running over the silver bow. You meet Jim’s eyes, the two of you watching the Antichrist. Michael, so unused to presents treasures every single one he gets. You watch him unwrap the present so delicately, smoothing down the wrapping paper and folding it to put aside for later. He reads your gift tag and gives you a smile that betrays his love of fashion upon reading Balenciaga. 

‘Hey, big spender.’ Duncan shoots you a wink, watching as Michael’s eyes rove greedily over the jacket. 

‘It’s perfect.’ His eyes shine with love, ‘But you didn’t have to.’

‘I did.’ You insist, unwrapping some brand-new underwear from Victoria’s Secret from Duncan. 

‘There’s something else in there you should…uh…maybe wait till the kids are in bed.’ Duncan coughs. You can’t resist a peek, spying a sleek black toy in the bottom of the box. 

You slip it back under the tree, ‘Yes, not a family-friendly present.’

‘Not a family-friendly man.’ He counters, now on his second cup of coffee.

‘Sure Dunc,’ Xavier gives him a nudge, ‘Married with two step-kids.’

You hand Jim his present as he hands his own over to Xavier, ‘Don’t go wild with it, okay? Jim says. 

‘Is it weed?’

‘Xaiver.’ You scold, side-eying Jeffrey.

He rolls his eyes, ‘They don’t know what weed is.’ 

‘WEED!’ Miri echoes, point to Xavier, ‘WEED.’

‘I’m no weed.’ Xavier counters back, ‘You’re the weedy one.’

‘Weed.’ She decides, settles beside her brother. 

‘It’s not weed.’ Jim bites out, ‘Just open it.’

‘You’re not gonna live that down now, Xav.’ You smirk.

‘Ayyy,’ Xavier laughs, taking out the skateboard and choosing to ignore you. ‘This is so rad, thanks bro.’ 

‘You’re welcome, weed.’ Jim shoots back, his grin playful as he opens your gift. ‘Is this…woah! Beach Boys, Y/N!’

‘Where did you get that?’ Duncan’s head snaps to the present, ‘I couldn’t find anything when I was searching.’

‘Secret auction.’ You reveal, gratification swirling through you as Jim looks deeply impressed. 

‘This is going in a frame on my wall where I can stare and never touch it.’ 

‘What the heck is the point of that?’ Xavier frowns, ‘You wanna be able to interact with stuff. Use it.’

‘It’s a poster though, babe.’ You laugh.

‘Collections show who a person really is.’ Jerome offers, ‘Be it Miri and her growing Elsa dolls or Duncan and his coffee cups.’ 

‘Hey.’

‘You’re on your third, Dunc.’ You point out, ‘You should slow down darling.’

Jim pulls you in for a soft kiss before taking over Duncan’s armchair. Finished with your present duties, you inspect your pile of presents. Along with the underwear and bath products, you have a new Chanel bag from Duncan, some surprisingly comfy slippers from Jerome, make-up and red nail polish from Michael, chocolates and an iPad from Jim. But it isn’t the presents that has you so content, it’s seeing you favourite people together and happy. You wouldn’t trade any of them for anything in the world. It’s times like these that you are truly thankful for Christmas.

‘Used my discount,’ Jim winks, clearly proud of himself. ‘Didn’t use the bank of Duncan once.’

Michael has enough new designer clothes to kit out his wardrobe, but he’s most intrigued by a spell book gifted by Jerome. He’s been pouring over it with Miri for the past half hour, his lips mouthing incantations. You’ve had to stop the Christmas tree from levitating twice now. 

‘Where did you get a spell book from?’ Duncan asks, taking a peek over Michael’s shoulder. 

The Antichrist, leans back and presses a kiss to Duncan’s cheek, ‘It’s very interesting. Both dark and light magic.’

‘Egypt.’ Is Jerome’s simple answer, 

‘Egypt?’ Jim echoes.

‘Or was it Persia?’

‘Persia doesn’t exist anymore.’

‘Or Rome.’

‘I give up.’ Jim sulks, ‘I’m gonna check where Dina is.’ He leaves the room, already making the call. 

Xavier sighs, ‘Well since I pulled the short straw I’d better get going on Christmas dinner. Jerome, you wanna help do potatoes?’

‘Sure.’ Jerome follows Xavier out into the kitchen, ‘Besides, I haven’t had a chance to properly grill you yet.’

‘Grill me?’ 

Michael beckons you over, nudging Duncan aside to make room for you. The Media Mogul has been lazily letting Michael run his fingers through his hair completely absorbed in Michael’s spell-book. 

‘I have one more present for you, the usual trinkets aside.’ 

‘You’ve already got me things.’ You say, dropping between the two men and sitting Miri on your lap. Her head falls against your breast as you press a kiss to the top of your head. 

‘I know, but I couldn’t resist making this for you.’ Michael murmurs. Duncan meets his eye and then collects Miri in his arms.

‘Come on trouble, you can help Daddy Duncan make some Christmas Bellinis.’

‘No alcohol!’ You and Michael both chorus before catching each other’s eyes. You laugh it off, snuggling a little closer to the Antichrist. 

‘You made something for me?’

Michael produces a long, thin black box. ‘I…’ He clears his throat, ‘I wanted to make it perfect and…we’ve known each other for so long that I…I wanted to stand out if you will. Ever since Duncan became your official husband I’ve…I can’t help but admit that I’ve felt the overwhelming need to give you something that is entirely mine.’ He plunges on before you can interrupt, ‘I’m not jealous. I’m not bitter or upset.’ He insist, eyes shining with the truth. ‘I love our family, everyone equally. But, we have Miri and we so much history I…well…here you go. Merry Festive Day, Y/N.’ 

He opens the box, revealing a blood red rose. Dew drops linger on the rose, frozen in time as you take it out of the velvet lining. ‘Oh Michael,’ You whisper, inspecting the de-thorned perfection. ‘It’s beautiful.’

‘It will remain in full bloom.’ He says, voice full of pride and eagerness. ‘So long as I love you, this rose will thrive. So in that instance, it is everlasting.’ 

You can feel tears coming as you kiss him deeply. ‘I love you so much,’ You whisper, ‘It’s the most perfect gift.’ 

‘Just that extra something.’ He smiles, ‘Display it however you like. It was this or…well I did mention to the boys whether I should round up your worst enemy and present them to you bound and gagged to do as you like. But Jim didn’t think you’d like it as much as this.’

You snigger, patting his thigh gently. ’No I much prefer this.’ 

‘Dinner help please!’ Xavier’s voice rings from the kitchen, ‘Jim’s burning down the apartment.’

You smirk and place the rose back in it’s box, ‘Will you keep it safe for me? While I put out the fires?’

‘What would Christmas be without a little fire?’ Michael tucks the box under his arm.

‘A perfectly ordinary and boring Christmas.’ You say, walking into the kitchen only to find the Ham half burned. Jim is downing a Bellini, while Xavier is caught up arguing with Jerome about the mashed potato. Duncan seems to be safeguarding the coffee machine, while the twins sit in their highchairs, two pictures of innocence. Miri turns to Michael and beams at her daddy, ‘Weed.’

‘And we’re nothing like normal.’ 

Thank you so much to everyone who has read and gone on this adventure with me. I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. This took a lot of time for me to write, put together and work on without a beta all on my own. A like or a reblog would mean the world so if you enjoyed, please do share this! 

Merry Festive Christmas!