#montana duke oneshot

[skyesdaisys]

character's i write for

welcome to my list of characters where i have many of them from many fandoms that i write for

requests: temporarily closed

bolded names are ones i really wanna write for

yellowjackets (shauna shipman, jackie taylor, lottie matthews, taissa turner, van palmer, nat scatorccio, laura lee, callie sadecki)

dc titans (dick grayson, jason todd, kory anders, gar logan, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall)

fear street (deena johnson, sam fraser, ziggy berman, cindy berman, kate schmidt, alice hart, simon kalivoda, tommy slater, young!nick goode)

teen wolf (scott mccall, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, malia tate, kira yukimura, lydia martin, liam dunbar)

american horror story (violet harmon, kit walker, lana winters, zoe benson, madison montgomery, kyle spencer, misty day, cordelia goode, jimmy darling, tristan duffy, ally mayfair-richards, kai anderson, winter anderson, mallory, brooke thompson, montana duke)

the summer I turned pretty (jeremiah fisher, belly conklin, taylor jewel, shayla wang, conrad fisher)

miscellaneous: maeve rojas (one of us is lying), leighton murray (the sex lives of college girls), miguel diaz (cobra kai), brooke davis (one tree hill), maeve wiley & ruby matthews (sex education), kate bishop (hawkeye), roronoa zoro (one piece live action), daisy johnson (agents of shield), zach dempsey (13 reasons why), nate archibald (gossip girl)

another thing i'd like to add, i wouldn't mind writing poly ships x reader like dickkory, jackieshauna, stalia, sameena, lottienat, jaygar, etc. (or a poly ship with crossover characters like dick grayson & kate bishop for example)

i will write for fluff, angst, and maybe smut (there's only so much i am comfortable with though) if you ask nicely. and i only write for fem & gn readers

and as a reminder, you guys can request for the following fandoms for oneshots, headcanons, or just sending your fluffy or horny thoughts in my inbox (i don't judge)

[niemernuet]

I missed most of all osws challenges so far but managed a little oneshot through the brainfog about Marco's slutty slutty golf shorts that he wore at the charity golf match.

Distraction

pairing: Moïc

The machine sputtered and hissed, then paused for a few heartbeats, and with new rumbling finally started to leak pitch-black liquid out of its orifices. It was early, and Loïc, still in nothing more than boxer briefs, stared at the coffee dripping into his cup as if it was responsible for all his life’s problems. He did not budge when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his chest from behind, and a warm body pressed against his back.

“It’s quite ironic that you of all people hate golf,” Marco muttered against Loïc’s skin.

Loïc was too stubborn to let go of his bad mood just yet, even though Marco could feel the shivers running through his body under his lips.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Marco shrugged. “You know, because of your whole lifestyle,” he answered, and with a soft bite into Loïc’s bare shoulder finally elicited a breathless laugh. “You like all the fine things in life, the more exclusive the better.”

Loïc snorted. He grabbed the tiny cup of black coffee, barely more than a thimble, and dropped it into a bigger mug.

“I like quality,” he explained, and shuffled one step over where he had prepared a small jug of milk. “I don’t see how that has to mean I have to love golf. Everything about it is a waste! A waste of time, a waste of space…” He broke off as he lifted the jug until a tap sticking out of the coffee machine disappeared in the milk, and with a flick of a button the machine started to hiss and yowl anew.

“We could go hiking today,” he said over the noise, and carefully observed the progress, “or biking, or go to the lake but no, we have to trot over a giant patch of dead grass all day. You know that nothing natural grows on a golf course? It’s all fake!” He silenced the machine, and examined the contents of the jug.

“I see I will have to work really hard today to make it worth your while,” Marco said, and grabbed the mug with the coffee from the other end of the machine. He held it steady while Loïc poured the now frothy milk into the coffee, and they watched as the colour turned from darkest black to a soft brown. Now free of Marco’s grasp, he could finally turn around, and look at him. He smiled as his eyes wandered from the white polo down to the grey shorts.

Very short grey shorts.

“I love those pants on you,” Loïc admitted.

“I know you do,” Marco said, and gave him a kiss.

Loïc smiled, though that smile fell when he tried to grab the cup out of Marco’s hand only to end up with a fist of empty air. He sighed when he looked into Marco’s unwavering smile.

“I made that for myself,” he whined. In response, Marco cocked his head, and stared at him with his saddest, most pitying look, his brows all furrowed over his big brown eyes.

With a groan, Loïc turned around again. “Damn you and your pants,” he muttered, and put the cup back under the machine.

“We both love you,” Marco laughed as he happily skipped away.

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The sun was already high above the mountains when they reached Crans-Montana, promising another beautiful summer day on that high plateau. Michelle held up one of the clubs she would play with today against the sky. Of course a place like Crans treated its rental material better than any old minigolf-place would but it did not hurt to check that everything was straight because even though today was for charity, she had no intention to lose. Or, at the least, come dead last. She stuffed the club back into the bag, and pulled out the next while another person stopped by her side.

“I must have missed something on the invitation,” she said as she held up the new club. “I didn’t know today’s dress code is Daisy Duke.”

“Oh, it didn’t say on yours,” Marco explained, “that’s only for those who can pull that look off.”

He grinned at her but also took a cautionary step back, out of her club’s reach.

Michelle grinned too, and put the iron into the bag. “You’re just hoping everyone’s going to stare at your ass so they don’t see you cheat.”

Marco shrugged. “Whatever helps you get over your imminent defeat.”

“As if!”

Joana’s clubs barely reached out of the trolley bag that she pulled along. “Well, at least we know who’s going to come last,” she said when she stopped next to Michelle and eyed up Marco. “Because the only hole Loïc will manage to hit today won’t be on the green.”

“I don’t listen to people who have to play with child-sized irons,” Marco shot back though it was barely audible over Michelle’s guffaws. A treacherous blush crept over his cheeks that was still there when Loïc joined them with Daniel in tow. A worried look washed over Loïc’s face when he saw his boyfriend.

“Did you forget your sunscreen?”, he asked softly.

Marco shook his head. “No, it’s not that,” he muttered, and glared at Michelle and Joana who were still giggling.

“Hey, remember that we’re here to collect money for Swiss Ski,” Daniel warned them. “Maybe if you ladies showed a bit more skin like Marco here…”

“You know how it is,” Marco said over the new laughter and gave them a pointed look, “some are working hard and some are hardly working.”

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Golf was serious business for Semyel, and with a grim look he stared ahead towards the hole, gauging the distance as well as the wind, while Marco was still busy setting up his tee.

“Maybe I should have chosen shorts too,” Semyel muttered to himself.

“How about you focus on your game?” Loïc said with obvious warning in his voice.

“I’d have freer movement…but on the other hand I’d cool down fast up here, so I might be at a disadvantage later in the game,” Semyel continued talking to himself. Marco winked at Loïc, and stood up again.

“I don’t think we can still catch up to you until the end,” he interrupted Semyel’s thoughts, and straightened his back. “So you’re all good.”

Semyel blinked, and looked between Loïc and Marco. “I’m not worried about you amateurs,” he said, and pointed towards the giant score board at the other end of the course, next to the club house. “Hintermann got ahead of me at the last hole! Fucker must have practiced.”

Loïc rolled his eyes, and Marco had to bite down on his lower lip.

“Well, this amateur here is quite happy with his choice of clothing,” he said, and lined his iron up against the tee. He took his time, taking a few steps back and forth to get into the best position, and with a short glance over his shoulder made sure he had all of Loïc’s attention.

“What are you doing?” Semyel asked, both incredulously and obliviously.

“Trying to find my position,” Marco answered, and stretched his left leg so Loïc could get a good look at his calf.

“By dancing polka?” Semyel exclaimed. “You’re standing all wrong!”

“I think he’s standing just right,” Loïc said without taking his eyes off Marco’s assets.

“Thank you,” Marco said, and smiled over his shoulder again.

Semyel groaned, and buried his face in his hands .”I know it’s just a charity match but they really have to put a maximum-handicap for participants in place.”

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The day ended with a dinner in the club house. Luca as the only local and Loïc as the, usually, one who Swiss Ski trusted to put his foot in his mouth the least had been volunteered to lead the award ceremony in front of all the generous donors.

Applause brandished through the airy hall as Semyel walked back to the table with his trophy, his cheeks as red as his beam was bright.

“But of course we don’t only hand out a prize for the best golfer overall,” Luca said, and walked back to the table where an array of trophies was waiting. On his way, he made sure to push his shoulder into Loïc’s.

“Care to help me one of these days?” he hissed, and picked up the next prize. “I don’t want to do this all alone.”

Loïc still stood frozen in place, his eyes fixated on something in the very back of the room. Luca followed his look, and his fake smile almost fell when he saw what occupied all of Loïc’s attention.

“Seriously?” he muttered without moving his lips. “Here?”

Loïc cleared his throat, grabbed the prize from Luca, and took a step forward. “Okay!” he began, and desperately tried to tear his eyes off Marco sitting at the table in the very back, his legs spread at an almost obscene angle.

“As Luca said we don’t just hand out one thigh…prize! This next one is for the best team, and let me tell you it was very thigh…I mean tight.”

At the other end of the room, Marco’s hand casually landed between his legs, and his already short pants hitched even higher, and even though Loïc was too far away to see he knew the dark patch of hair extending from under the fabric, and the bulge straining against it. Marco smiled at him, and Loïc’s head turned into a blank space.

“At first…at first…,” he began though the room suddenly lost all the air when Marco raised one arm to push his hair back, revealing a new sliver of skin between his shorts and the polo.

With a sigh, Luca pushed himself off the table, and grabbed the trophy from Loïc again.

[tjthekpoplover]

Masterlist Pt 1

Masterlist Pt2

Masterlist Pt3

Request

Julieta Madrigal

Nothing Yet

Pepa Madrigal

Nothing Yet

Isabela Madrigal

Nothing Yet

Luisa Madrigal

Nothing Yet

Rochelle

Why Are You So Obsessed With Me?

He’s Too Ugly!

Nancy Downs

Mine…

He’s Too Ugly!

Why are You So Obsessed With Me?

Bonnie

Bonnie Harper X Slayer!Fem!Reader

Why Are You So Obsessed With Me?

He’s Too Ugly!

Cheryl Blossom

Nothing Yet

Veronica Lodge

Cuddles

Betty Cooper

Nothing Yet

Robin Buckley

Nothing Yet

Eleven

Nothing Yet

Mad Max

Nothing Yet

Allison Reynolds

Affectionate And Cuddly S/O

Claire Standish

Affectionate And Cuddly S/O

Veronica Sawyer

Nothing Yet

Heather Duke

Nothing Yet

Alcina Dimitrescu

G!P Alcina

Favorite Pet

Sex With Alcina PT 1

Sex With Alcina PT 2

Taller S/O

FTM Smut

Donna Beneviento

Nothing Yet

Daniela Dimitrescu

Alpha Oneshot

Bela Dimitrescu

Is This Love?

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra Comforting Injured S/O

Spencer Hastings

Nothing Yet

Emily Fields

General Headcanon

Hanna Marin

Nothing Yet

Violet Harmon

Nothing Yet

Lana Winters

Nothing Yet

Mary Eunice

Nothing Yet

Misty Day

Nothing Yet

Cordelia Goode

Nothing Yet

Bette And Dot Tattler

Nothing Yet

Sally McKenna

Nothing Yet

Audrey Tindal

Nothing Yet

Ally Mayfair-Richards

Nothing Yet

Winter Anderson

Nothing Yet

Mallory

Nothing Yet

Wilhemina Venable

Nothing Yet

Montana Duke

Nothing Yet

Margaret Booth

Nothing Yet

Xavier Plympton

Nothing Yet

Lark

Nothing Yet

Ursula Khan

Nothing Yet

Calico

Nothing Yet

Hannah

Nothing Yet

Barbra

Nothing yet

Tsunade

Nothing Yet

Sasuke

Nothing Yet

Naruto

Nothing Yet

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Montana Duke Masterlist

none yet!

[amomentsescape]

Montana and Xavier trying to set up a nice date for Michael and Wanda since this two were to shy ask the other to go on a date even though they had even kissed. Xavier was going to help Wanda to find a nice outfit and Montana was going to help Michael to find a nice place on the compound and set everything.

A/N: This was so cute to write, thank you!!

Staring and Silence Part Two (Michael Langdon x Wanda Maximoff)

(Part One)

“Isn’t this a bit much?” Michael asked hesitantly.

Montana just rolled her eyes and set down the candles, giving him a side look.

“Michael. Who would know what a girl wants more than an actual girl?”

He let out a sigh at this.

“You’re also about 40 years behind society’s schedule.”

Montana was quick to shush him, causing Michael to chuckle a bit.

The only reason they were doing this was because Michael and Wanda had been too nervous to actually take the next step in their... situation-ship.

Technically, Wanda had made the first move (which Montana and Xavier did not let Michael live down). Because of this, they believe he should have asked her on an official date. But of course, Michael turned into literal gelatin whenever she was around.

Xavier and Montana decided to take it upon themselves to help the other two out. The situation wasn’t going to go any further unless they gave them the extra push.

“Look. Nothing beats a classic dinner date. Plus, this might help you get over that weird shy thing you do whenever you see her,” Montana teased slightly.

“I’m not that shy around her,” Michael tried to defend himself.

Montana looked at him suddenly and quirked her eyebrow up at him. 

“Keep telling yourself that, Loverboy. Anyways,” she reached into a small bag sitting on the table. “Here is your tie for the night. Don’t get it dirty.”

Michael reached out and touched the silk material handed to him.

“Red?”

Montana rolled her eyes for the thousandth time that night.

“Yes, red. Now help me with these candles.”

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Wanda looked at the beautiful red dress hanging on the mannequin. 

The store she was in seemed much too fancy for her, but Xavier had insisted this was the outfit she needed to get.

“Why are we doing this again?” she asked him suddenly.

Xavier spun around with three different necklaces dangling from his arm.

“To um, treat yourself! I know our job is to focus on everyone else, but sometimes it’s necessary to take time for ourselves too.”

He turned back around and set the necklaces down, eventually settling on the shiny gold one he had chosen 15 minutes ago.

“But how is this treating myself if you’re the one buying it?” Wanda furrowed her brows together slightly at him.

“Shush, shush! Now, go put everything on. We are in a time crunch.”

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Time passed all too slowly for Michael but eventually, 7:00 pm rolled around. The man was barely blinking when Wanda walked in, her eyes bright with surprise when she saw the stunning set up before her.

“Did you do this?” she asked Michael, her lips fighting back a huge smile.

He let out a slight stutter but quickly regained his composure.

“Uh, yes I did. I mean, I had some help but-” his breath hitched when he noticed just how gorgeous she looked. “But um, you look beautiful.”

The compliment slipped through his lips before he could even fight it. This failure of his caused a burning sensation to reach his cheeks, and he knew for certain that his face was as red as her dress now.

However, she simply giggled in response.

“You’re cute,” she spoke softly.

Michael feared that if he tried to speak again, he would only make a bigger fool of himself. Instead, he moved his hand slightly, causing the chair to slide out from under the table. 

His magic was something he took pride in, so maybe it would be the thing that would keep him ruining the night with his nervousness.

Wanda walked towards him, quickly taking her seat in the chair and motioning for him to do the same.

Once they were both sat, they couldn’t help but smile at each other. They felt like two thirteen year olds on their first ice cream date.

What they didn’t know however, was that there were two figures outside the room, peering in through a crack in the door.

“Aww, they look so cute together!” Montana could barely contain.

Xavier looked on as well, his eyebrows quirking in a focused manner.

“Should have went with silver,” he responded quietly.

[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."

[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.