#xavier plympton x female!reader

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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.

~~~~~~

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.

~~~~~~

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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Imagine! Xavier plympton x reader where reader is daughter of Margaret booth and is a very shy person! On top of which Margaret never really lets her out of sight.! So.. Somehow.. Don't know how.. Xavier and reader fell in love.. So.. Reader when finds out what her mom is doing in the camp she kills both jingles and Margaret (before jingles could burn him in the oven) and they both get the money of her and live happily ever after! I know I elaborated it alot but please could you make a story out of it?

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"Finished your Bible study yet?"

"Yes mother."

"Good. Off you go then."

Your mum, Margaret, dismissed you from her office and sent you back to your shared cabin. Since it was nearing 8:30pm you knew she'd do her final checks of the camp grounds and then be in to do a final prayer and call it bedtime for 9 o'clock sharp.

That gave you about 10-15 minutes of privacy before she'd be back. Maybe you'd finish reading the magazine you bought and kept hidden from her, or finish the last of the marshmallows or-

"Boo!"

"AHHH!" You screamed, spinning around to a hand clamped over your mouth and being pushed against a wooden beam.

"It's just me, faint heart."

"What are you doing here?" You whipped your head around and checked for any signs of Margaret. "Are you crazy?" You screeched.

"Crazy about you."

Xavier's comment made heat rise up your neck to your face and stay silent for fear of embarrassing yourself, he frustratingly knew exactly what to do or say to make you turtle into your shell.

“Oh come on, what’s that little scowly face for?” He said with a faux frown.

“You know what it’s for.” You mumbled, blush stuck to your face as you looked away from his cool blue eyes.

“I’m just teasing darlin’-” Xavier hooked a finger under your chin and lifted your hot face to sweep a kiss across your lips-”I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You need to go Xav.”

“What? I just got here!” Your boyfriend exclaimed incredulously. 

“And if my mum catches you here, we’ll both be dead.”

Xavier stepped away and shook his head, hands on hips. You couldn’t help but feel guilty. You two had been together for just over two years now and you loved him dearly, always trying to include you in coversation with his friends and get you out of your comfort zone and into the world that your mother so desperately shielded you from. But no matter how much he tried, you just couldn’t leave your mother; she was all the family you knew and you didn’t want to turn your back on her, no matter how strict and unfair she could seem. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, tracing cracks in the floor with your eyes.

He softened at the crestfallen expression on your face and brought you into his arms, resting his head atop yours. 

“I’m gonna take you away from here one day. Just the two of us, maybe go on a roadtrip so I can show you all the greatest arobics classes.” That made you snort. 

“Y/n! Who are you talking to?” Margaret shouted through the door that Xavier locked after you walked in. “You know you’re supposed to keep this door open at all times.”

“Go Xavier!” 

He scrambled across the room and leaped up and out of the window.

“Y/n! Open this door, now!” Margaret was forcefully turning the doorknob to no avail. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming just a second!”

You stood the desk that was placed under the window and waved him out. Xavier stopped from where he started running, blew you a kiss, then disappeared into the bushes.

You smiled to yourself and quickly ran over to the door, unlocking it to your very disgruntled mother. 

“Sorry.”

“And so you should be. What happened if someone broke in, or climbed in throught that window and you locked me out you stupid girl? What if someone tried to attack you and I couldn’t get inside?” 

You bit your lip and sat on your bed. “I’m sorry.” You whispered to the floor. 

“Why did you lock it?”

You looked up but didn’t answer.

“Well?”

“I was confessing, to God. And I didn’t want to be disturbed in such a conversation so I locked the door. I’m sorry.” 

The wind seemed to go out of Margaret’s sails and she sagged a little, turning around to get herself ready for bed. 

“Alright, fine. But don’t ever lock that door again.”

“Yes mother.” 

“Lights out.”

Oh how you missed Xavier.

~~

“...That is why, while still grieving my sweet husband Walter’s death I took a small portion of the large fortune he left me to buy this camp and create a safe, pure, Godly and decent place for the children of this country to escape for the summer. It is a dream come true. Now there aren’t many rules but I expect each and every one of you to follow them without exception. Now, this is my daughter, Y/n.”

You had heard your mother talking to some people and wandered over to investigate, only to find a smug looking boyfriend and his equally smug looking friends on what seemed like a tour of the camp. You tried to keep the surprise off your face when she introduced you but weren’t sure how successful you were.

“You are not to interact with her. You are here to be Camp Counselors, not a groupie.” 

Margaret walked away and the others followed, giving you a discreet smile as they walked past, all except Xavier who stayed behind.

“What blew up her nose?” 

You looked at him harshly and tugged him around the side of the cabin out of sight. 

“Are you crazy?”

He arched an eyebrow and smirked. “About you.”

You rolled your eyes. “If Mum finds out I know you, she’ll kill you and then me!” 

“So she won’t find out.”

“Xavier-”

“Just trust me, please? I’m taking you out of here at the end of the summer when we go, I want you to come with me.”

You hesitated and Xavier could see the doubt crawling into your mind.

“Let me handle Margaret. Just promise me you’ll come at the end of the summer. That’s all.”

“That’s all?” You repeated mockingly.

“Y/n, please?” 

You sighed and kicked a stone around on the floor.

“Okay.”

“Really?” 

You looked up at him and nodded, tucking a hair behind your ear.

Xavier reached forward and grabbed your face in his large hands, pulling you nose to nose. “I love you, my little munchkin.”

You smiled. “Love you too.” You closed the gap and kissed him, just something gentle, a touch of lips, but enough to make heat rise all the way to your ears.

“Y/n!”

You broke apart abruptly and stepped back.

“Sorry.” 

“Don’t apologise, go babe.”

You went to run off, and to this day Xavier claims he defintely did not give you a pat on your ass as you went.

He totally did.

~~

Xavier was screwed. Completely and totally screwed. He was hidden under the table as Jingles ate Bertie’s sandwich, until Xavier tried to crawl away and made a noise.

His eyes met Jingles and he bolted, crawling as fast as he could to get to the end when Jingles grabbed him. Fuck.

He was held up by his collar, unable to get away when a gunshot rang out and the grip around his neck got released. 

He panted and swiveled around, only to see you stood there like a deer in headlights, smoking gun in hand, covered in blood. Oh baby.

Xavier stood as fast as his jelly legs would take him and hobbled over to you, saying your name and shaking your shoulders but it was like you were in a haze.

“Y/N!” 

You looked around and saw Xavier stood there looking worriedly at you as he slowly reached out and took the gun from your hand, lowering it from its position.

“Bubbsy, are you hurt?”

You shook your head and started trembling.

“Who’s blood is this?” He asked as softly as he could.

“M-my mothers.” You could barely whisper through the shivers. “She was going to kill you, and send Jingles after the rest.”

Understanding dawned on Xavier as he guided you out of the room to car where all his friends were waiting, mercifully alive although injured and probably scarred for life.

~~

“So how’d it go?” Xavier asked as soon as you got in the van.

“Good, no one quibbled about the estate or will, everything should be transferred over within the week.”

He hummed, pleased, and leant across the seat to give you a kiss. Now that he could without prying eyes, you can guarantee he’s been making up for lost time.

“So what do we do now?” You asked as Xavier started up the van. 

“Bubbs, we can do whatever you want. Hell, with the fortune you’re gonna be getting, we could rule the world.”

You laughed and relaxed back into the seat, content to go wherever life took you, as long as you were together.

[celestialrequiem]

Days of Candy Chapter 2

Warnings: CreepyDark!Duncan Shepherd, sexual harassment, dubcon/non? (just to be safe) touching, dirty talk, possessive Duncan, abuse of power, manipulative Duncan, male masturbation, forced kiss, cockwarming, mention of rape and abuse (but none in the chapter), housewife kink, implied age gap, corruption kink, innocence kink, implied homophobia, mention of anxiety, depression and mental disorders, misogyny kink, corruption kink, sexism, implied age gap, Duncan‘s dirty thoughts, sir kink, praise kink.

Summary: In the small town of Willowdale, Y/N finds her dull life as a waitress at a mediocre diner get a little more interesting when the mysterious and daunting Sheriff takes an interest in her.

Pairing: Duncan Shepherd x Naive/shy reader

This is the first thing I ever written and posted so sorry if this is bad, please give me any constructive feedback/criticism to improve! I am new to this please don’t hate it too much lmao.

Author’s note : This series will have dubious consent and sexual harassment. It is a dark story about a Corrupt Sheriff’s who manipulates people so if you are uncomfortable with that please don’t read! This story deals hugely with sexism as its based in the late 50s/60s.

Thanks to @bloodcoatedeclipse for reading through some parts of it and giving me feedback lmaoo.

I didn’t use a lot of 50s/60s slang just two besides swell and gal

Flip your lid - go crazy

Nifty/groovy - cool or cool vibes

Word count: 5.6k

“what a perfect view doll, bend down, y’ur ass stickin out, all for me all in this lonely night”, a familiar voice said seductively

You quickly get up, feeling flustered, adjusting the hem of your skirt as you hold the mop close to your body

“Sh-sh-sheriff what are you doing here?”, Feeling nauseous because of his presence, alone, at night…after that previous incident.

“What does it look like doll? I am here to pick you up.”, Duncan says with confidence as if the question you are asking him is the stupidest he has heard

You immediately, look up to him. He was wearing a brown greaser jacket, you felt it is similar to jacket Xavier might have had…this made your heart sink, what didn’t help is when you realized how attractive he is because of the result of the rain, his beard is glistering from the reflections of the diner’s lighting despite it being dull.

You felt your heart beat.

“No, its okay its a walking distance”  

“I can’t let a beautiful young dame like yourself walk alone now can I? Hop in the car once you’r are done.”

You blinked at him not knowing how to respond, you feel shy when you talk to him, always not knowing how to answer him back..maybe because he knew Xavier?

Or maybe because he had so much power as a sheriff..and you are sure he is going to be re-elected again next year. He apparently helped a lot of people to get out of debts but that makes you wonder how does he get all this money? Did Xavier know?

He seems like he is waiting for your answer, as his hands are on his waist, around his handcuffs and keys, and his lips playing with the toothpick lingering on his mouth

You easily get stuck in your head, you snap back to reality:  “it is okay, you don’t need to do - ”

He interrupts your sentence, “is there something you would like to say to me doll?, cause it looks like you just don’t want my company is that it?”  You felt his chest vibrate from how he uttered that question, it sounded nearly unintelligible.

You felt your heart pounding, sweat forming on your forehead. You didn't want to make him angry. “No no of course I want your company!, let me finish up and I will meet ya outside.”  You agitatedly vocalize your statement while looking at the ground

He loves that he can always get his way with you. You make it so easy.

He hums in approval

“No its alright I will wait for ya, love seeing you doing those house chores like a pretty little housewife. It is a sight dollface”, he chuckles while eyeing you up and down.

You pause, feeling tensed.

“Go on, continue” as he gives himself a seat, across from you to see you working and see your face.

He does love seeing your rear, but he loves seeing you flustered when he gazes at you.

You shakily start mopping the floor, every second feels like torture. Hoping he doesn’t realize the effect he has on you.

But however he has noticed, he is mused that he has power of you, makes his cock excited

“Am I making you nervous babydoll?” He cooes, shifting his toothpick on his lip, left to right with a slyish grin

You ignore him, giving him your side angle, while mopping away from him. You give him your back figure which makes me angry and hard at the same time.

“eye on me little lady”,  he says in a harsh tone, punctuating each word slowly

You respond back to him surprised with your confidence as you look at the door behind him, scared to look at him in the eyes, “can you please let me finish and you can take me home…” 

“Watch your manners baby, or you are in it for a spankin’, declares it with raised eyebrows.

You blush, why is he talking to you that way? it’s not like you were his wife….

Was he that touchy and talkative with you when Xavier was your boyfriend?

Carissa has told you no, he started acting differently ever since Xavier went missing and then declared dead.

“S-sorry sheriff”, you shift back to your older position, so that Duncan can see your face, and continue mopping

He likes when you are eyes are engaging with his eyes, he is waiting for the day when you touch yourself on his bed with your legs spread wide open for his wolf-like eyes to take in the view as you chant his name like prayer to give you the command for you to finally cum, while staring at him with your chastely eyes.

As you mop the floor, motioning it back and forth towards Duncan, your curvy body was in motion as well. He hoped you didn’t re-button your dress again, as he can take in the view of your breasts jiggling again. His eyes lingering slowly all over his favourite parts of your body, your neck, lips, neck, waist and hips . He noticed how nervous you are, there were fear in your eyes, you felt naked in his eyes because of his alpha-like eyes, giving you goosebumps.

You saw his pupils dilated not sure why.

-

After 15 minutes of awkward silence and Duncan forcing you to look at him as you were mopping the floor, you hoped the floor looks fine and that your boss Bob doesn’t get mad the next day.

You are not going to lie, you always wanted to be in his car. It was a dream car. You have seen them a lot in magazines, you don’t know much about cars but you do know this one, 1956 Chevy Bel Air, with a unique colour. White with purple around the edges, elaborate taillight and chrome highlights.

This was the first time you got close to the car, Your head started to hurt, you stood your ground, as you remember fragments of Xavier riding a similar car but in red.

Duncan realizes you might have remembered something…fuck fuck fuck, he hoped you didn’t remember what he didn’t want you to remember..

His hands grips your hand to make you snap out of it before you dig deeper into your suppressed memories.

“you alright there, doll?” Faking his concern you don’t know that, as he opens the door for you to hop in

“Ye..ah..” I am fine” you softly respond. His hand leaves your hand and goes to your back to shift you to get into his car.

You hop in his car, the car felt new, smell of leather with a mix of aged.. cigarettes smoked probably by Shepherd.

-

The car ride was silent.. he has an old song playing which makes it even more unbearable.

Midnight with the stars and you

Midnight and a rendezvous

Your eyes held a message tender

Saying "I surrender all my love to you

“How old is this song anyway?” You mention in annoyance with your right hand on the the rest that is placed near the door handle

Duncan has a wide smile on his face, happy that you are finally making a conversation with him.

“it’s from the 1930s I believe.....besides I don’t like the weird music you youngsters listen to nowadays..what was it Elvis Presley and The Beatles? They aint manly, jiggling all around with their bobby haircuts”  removing his hands from the steering wheel to motion with his hand the disapproval.

You giggle, and his heart skips a bit. Fuck. He couldn’t believe he made you giggle. Xavier always made you giggle and it frustrated him.

“The Beatles are swell….but James Dean has my heart. I loved his style in that movie, particularly his red jacket in Rebel Without a Cause.. it’s nifty.” You state swoonly as you gaze out of the window.

Midnight brought us sweet romance

I know all my whole life through

I'll be remembering you, whatever else I do

Midnight with the stars and you

He thought maybe that’s why you liked Xavier, he bought a similar red jacket as James Dean from the film several days after meeting you. Xavier also had that rebel vibe to him. He remembered his friend as well being a fan of Marlon Brando hence why he wanted to be an actor. To move out of the suburbs, to go to the dreamland..to Hollywood with you. You used to always want to be around him, he didn’t let the deputies patrol the drive in, since he always saw you there with him. He hated seeing you with his friend but he can’t help himself, he wanted to always be near you, see you and to one day feel your skin on his skin.

His jaw clenched and his brows furrowed as he starts to get jealous over a dead man.

You noticed his face seems boiling from rage as his hands gripped forcibly the steering wheel…you don’t know why. Scared to ask so you just continue gazing at the view in locomotion from the car window, as your sheer scarf around your head blowing from the impact of the window.

You loved the aftermath of the rain, the order after the chaos.

-

After a few minutes, The sheriff parks in front of your house. It’s 12 AM.

The house you lived in was basic, owned by your deceased father. It was a small house with a small balcony, it looks a little bit like a tree house. Wooden with no paint job. With a white door to enter the house, two small front steps and a small terrace, where you tend to read the Woman magazines.

He can’t wait for you to live in his house. Especially since he is a veteran who served in the Second World War, the government provided him with the perfect suburban American Dream home.

“Thanks for the ride, Sheriff.” you shyly state, about to open the door of his fancy car.

“Nah -ah -ah not too fast, you have to be punished.” He sings in a mocking tone with a daunting smirk.

You were nervously fidgeting, you don’t know why maybe because you are worried you might have done something that might be incriminating especially with your memory loss situation.

“What? What for?” you gullibly ask, looking up to him.

“You lied to me, you told me you had a doctor appointment when it fact you finish your shift late, kitten” , you see him remove the toothpick that was on his plump lips and put it on the ledge behind the steering wheel.

Oh thank God-

but why should I be punished for this? You didn’t know what to say to him so you just look at his eyes, waiting for any instructions.

He remarks that, he loves how obedient you are to him.

“Come closer, suga’r ” he taps his chest motioning you to come closer to him

What is the punishment? Is he going to spank me?

But we are not married why would he??

You timidly move close to him, refusing to make eye contact with him.

He lifts up your chin, bringing your face near his and your gaze to his.

“Kiss me or else I won’t let you leave this car”, Duncan whispers seductively as he shuts your window’s car seat and secures that your door is locked, trapping you in.

“..N…no..o” Duncan this isn’t right”,  you respond back.

As you shift back to your seat, Duncan aggressively grips your waist with his right hand and grips your chin with his left hand, forces you into a kiss and he goes deep and sensual, demanding access to your mouth but you instantly deny him entry.

This angers him, he aggressively yanks your hair, you gasp giving Duncan the chance to insert his tongue, he needed to taste your mouth.

You try biting his upper lip, he decides to lift up your weak body from your seat, manhandling you, without breaking from the kiss, you feel his strong hands spank you harsh. You whimper loudly.

This made his cock twitch, lust filling him at the thought of your spanked, bare ass turning into crimson-like imprints by his own hand; or by the paddle with his name engraved, so that his name can be imprinted on your ass…maybe next time.

He is waiting for you to make a bad move again so he can discipline you this way, even if you weren’t his bride yet.

You break the kiss gasping for air, “D..Duuncan..stop” you panted with watery eyes, trying to break away from his grasps, with your hands pushing his muscular chest. He didn’t take no for answer. Removing your hands out of the way with his claw-like hands and putting them around his broad back. He then forcefully dragged you onto his lap to straddle his thick thighs, “be a good girl now, you don’t want to be spanked now don’t you?”

He linked his lips with your lips with urgence and dominance. His tongue dancing with yours, wet and minty from the flavoured cigarettes he tends to smokes.

You felt one of his hands leave your waist and lingering underneath your skirt to cup your clothed sex.

A deep growl leaves his chest

He dreamt of touching this pussy for years. Your soft and squishy puffy lips felt so good on his rough manly hand.

You let out a soft gasp with eyes wide open in surprise, and broke away from the kiss to come up for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

Duncan grabs your chin, not giving you a second to breath and continues his assault on your lips and your clothed pussy. His middle finger going from your slit all the way to your swollen clit while his index and his forefinger are on your lips, touching you slowly with his hand. He wanted to make you wet before you left.

Your face flushed, you don’t remember if you reached that base with Xavier yet or not…he was your first boyfriend.

This felt forbidden, having his hands all around you.

You felt like you wanted to go to the bathroom, you were worried it might have been your period?

His tongue feels like hot water burning your skin. He claimed your mouth with intensity. You feel your knees weakened, Duncan filling all your senses.

You are so close to his body, your head in the crook of his neck, eyes closed, you feel his warmth and felt his heart beating quick. You put your hands on his golden badge situated on his right chest, reflected in the moon light, to try and push him away, but he didn’t budge.  

he left your assaulted mouth, hearing you panting heavily, and started licking at the column of your neck, his hand leaves your pussy and goes to your bared fleshed upper thigh, his hand moving in a reciprocating motion.  

You felt his beard tickling your left check and your neck, His hot soft grunts and warm breath sends shivers down your body and to your aching pussy

Not sure if it’s lust? Is this how you felt with Xavier ?

You bit down on your bottom lip trying to hold back a sob or was it a moan? 

“Duncan, I don’t feel good”

He knows he is making you feel good, you just need guidance that’s all.

“Why are you moaning then huh?” He chuckles, you felt his chest vibrating from his laughter, giving you goosebumps.

“give in baby, let me take care of you, that’s what Xavier would’ve wanted” he mutters darkly

your stomach twisting into a nervous knot, is this what Xavier would’ve wanted?

“Re-ally?”  You utter quietly with a blush heating up around your neck and cheeks.

He didn’t hear you. Thank God

he gets closer to your ear and whispers,“Knew you’d taste so sweet, just like candy, I wonder what’s the rest of you taste like hm?”

He aggressively bites your earlobe, his hot breath danced on your ear, “I bet just like those pancakes you serve me every morning, thick and creamy.” In a lustful tone.

You squirmed uncomfortably on his lap, felt something touch your stomach, he lets out a profound loud rumble, you look up at him out of shock, his wide blown eyes have now darken.

He looks at your lips that is now glistering and swollen from the kiss, he finally marked a part of you with his spit, he can’t wait to corrupt your other holes.

He decided to let go, this was enough to get him by in the meantime.

You felt his hand loosening around your waist. You take that chance to go back to your seat.

“I….I.. think you need to leave Sir, thanks for the ride”, your hands nervously twist with each other on your lap as you mentally facepalm yourself

“Sir” where did that come from?

Hearing you call him Sir made him groan silently and made his cock stir painfully against the zipper of his pants.

His already rigorous cock getting harder. Duncan trying to recollect himself and not fuck you for the first time in the backseat of his car.. he thought you deserved better than that..a shy innocent young server…probably a virgin.

Well he hoped you still were a virgin, he hoped that fucker didn’t take your virginity. he wanted to claim you for himself, every part of you.

“Why don’t you leave then birdie?”

You felt your thighs automatically clenched and your pussy tingling.

he never called you that, why did you like him calling you that?

Duncan saw your legs clamping together and took note of that. He also didn’t realize you can blush harder than that….you realized you were in his car….idiot

You got out of his car and you heard Duncan tsk out of annoyance, “where is your manners kitten?”

Whats up with him? You thought to yourself.. you thanked him before why do you have to thank him again?

You did not care anymore, you just wanted to back home without any problems and arguments

You huffed in annoyance, “Thanks for the ride Sheriff.”

You uncomfortably felt him linger at your figure as you walked back to your house.

He loves seeing you in motion.you move better than the waves of the ocean, smoothly and flawlessly. His steel blue eyes scanned you up and down, consuming in your body with hunger; that waitress dress in pale blue making you look even more innocent and seductive, an odd combination. He believes only you can do that, besides Marilyn Monroe.

He hoped he can see you from your window, with no curtains or an open curtain, so that he can watch you domestically, wondering how you look like touching yourself when you feel needy at night, if you did touch yourself.

-

You entered home safe and sound then the realization hit you…. how does he know where you live? You didn’t give him your address? But then again he is the sheriff, he probably has access to all that information but …does he know everyone’s address by hard?..you doubt that.  Maybe he visited you with Xavier?

-

After he saw you close the door, he paused for a second to relish the taste of you left on his lips and was about to put his key back to the ignition, until he saw something interesting.. that made him much harder than he already was… your arousal on the seat of his car.

He reclined his head back to the head restraint,

“Fuck.. you are trying to kill me doll?"

He was so tempted to taste your arousal… he felt like an animal as he brought his index to his seat that was tainted with your nectar and brought it back to his lips.

A hungry growl grumbled in his chest, “tastier than any fuckin candy”

His chest was full of pride, he was glad he made you wet. Not Xavier. Him

He opens his car’s compartment, there lies a stolen panty of yours covered in blood from that day, he didn’t want your fresh arousal going to waste, mixing it with your bloody panty.

After arriving home that day because of sexual urges, he relieved himself to thought of you for a second time, with his left hand holding your used panty from a year ago and his right hand unbuckling his belt, to reveal his throbbed cock. He smeared on his long length, the pre-cum leaking at the head.

Working on his cock, he brings your panty to his nose to sniff your dried blood blended with your womanhood scent, it smelled pure and sweet just like you. To make himself cum faster, he thought of you coming to his office one day during your break and cockwarming him on his lap while he finishes up paperwork, imagining your painful whimpers, you fidgeting in his lap because you are finding it hard to adjust to his cock because of how big he was, he imagines his cock bottoms out in your tight pussy, and how you wet walls clenches around his big cock.

“Dun..c.an, you are too big”, you whine with a giggle, shifting it into a squeal

“Call me sir, love it when you call me sir darlin’”,  he growls in your ear

“Sir”  , he imagines you whimpering through tears from his cock’s intrusion in your narrowed pussy

“Dollface, you are taking me so well, taking me all in” he praises you in a slightly low deep voice

A groan leaves his chest as he starts pumping his erected length harder, going from the bottom all the way to the top, twisting his tip, and then back down.

He envisions his pelvis rubbing against your mound and clit, your pussy being pink and wet engulfing his cock, while his right hand is feeling your soft and pulpous butt cheek. Your chest is heaving right in front of his predatory eyes, he decides to save the lustful images of him sucking your tits and nibbling your areola another time.

He imagines your voice in his ear, calling him sheriff, sir, daddy and begging him to start fucking you.

As he is about to reach his high, his thrusts gets sloppier with his sticky hands, chanting your name like a prayer over and over again.

Groaning louder as his cock twitches, moaning your name louder as ropes of white soaks his hand, and soaking your panty a bit with his cum.

-

Tired to change out of your clothes, you quickly go to your bed situated on the left side of your room. You feel the most peaceful in your room, the only time you don’t feel like someone is watching you despite the reoccurring nightmares ever since the incident.

With the floral window curtains. Roses and daisies on a shelf next to a concealed window, giving floral scents all around your room to help calm your nerves and help you fall asleep. At least that was what your doctor had recommended as repression memories if stayed long-term can cause emotional health problems like anxiety, depression and post-traumatic stress disorder.

You immediately shift to the deep slumber of sleep, out of exhaustion.

-

You wake up the next day 10:30 am. You slept well that day oddly enough, a peaceful sleep. You were happy since you haven’t had any nightmares the past few days. That happiness shifted when you realized the sensual incident that happened in public, and you don’t know how you will be able to work in the diner again, especially how small this town is. You will be the talk of the town again, because obviously that situation had to be with the fucking Sheriff.

At least for today, you had the day off today.  You told your Boss Bob that you have an appointment with your doctor at 1 pm, and since you closed the diner yesterday he decided to leave you off the hook.

You made yourself some coffee, and went to your closet that was attached to the wall to choose an outfit. You decide to go with a yellow pastel cardigan with a yellow gingham dress that has a spaghetti strap, wear some rouge lipstick and yellow pale eyeshadow with your hair tied into a pony tail.

You then passed sometime on TV watching Bewitched re-runs, and called Carissa at around 12:30 pm during her break to check in on her brother.

Your hands swirling around the cord waiting for someone from the diner to pick up.

Selma answers, “Hello, Welcome to Jukeburgers, the best milkshakes in town!, what can I do for ya today!” You could hear Venus by Franke Avalon playing and muffled voices in the distance, seemed surprisingly busy today.

You answer loudly, “hey Selma, it’s Y/N, can you pass the phone to Carissa!”

“Oh, Y/N how you been? I heard from Adam about what happened with the Sheriff, so y’all a thing now huh?… You went for the old powerful friend.” Selma teases, her laughing echoing from the speaker.

Your heart felt like it was going to burst from your chest, you knew this was going to happen. Trying to sound strong and not in the verge of crying, “Whatever Selma, pass the phone to Carissa” your fingers twisted the cord nervously.

Selma just snickers and you hear her shouting out Carissa’s name to grab the phone

“Hey Y/N?”

“Cari!, I wanted to check up on you with Richard… you didn’t get to tell me what exactly happened…. is everything okay?” You utter in a concerned tone, gripping the phone handle harder.

“yeah yeah, we had to go to the hospital again, he got beat up again, but he didn’t wanna tell me why”  you hear her voice quivering on the other side.

You know Carissa is worried about him, as well as about his town finding out about his lifestyle.

She continues,“ You know Richard, I don’t want him to get locked up again, especially this town…views anyone that goes to the mental hospital… as lunatics”, you hear her voice quivering on the other side.

You remember Richard telling you that the Sheriff bailed him out the first time so now he owes the sheriff twice.

Why twice?

Was it because of his relationship with Jim Mason?

Does his sister know?

To not worry his sister, he sometimes tells you things that she doesn’t know and you were like Carissa to him. His big sister.

You snap out of your thoughts when you heard Carissa sniffling.

You hated hearing your friend’s sadness echoing from her voice, hoping you were there to hug her. “ I am glad he is okay at least, I miss seeing Richie, I will talk to him whether I get the chance… and you are right.”

You thought about what Carissa thought.

This small boring town feeds on gossip. It made you worried about Xavier’s parents…finding out about yesterday’s incident. Between the last girlfriend of their deceased son and one of his friends in an intimate scene.

What doesn’t help is that Xavier’s parents invited you and Duncan for dinner next week.

“He actually didn’t come today its as if he knows you might-“

You look at the time while you were on the phone, It was 12:40. Your eyes widen out of anxiety of being late. You cut your friend off without letting her finish the sentence.

“Oh shoot Carissa, I have to go now, my appointment is in 20 mins!”

“I really hope all goes well with the appointment, I know I tell you a thousand times but…I don’t really trust that doctor to be honest with ya”  she admits assuredly

There was a small pause, because you didn’t really know how to  react to that. He was the cheapest Doctor that you can afford. You really had no choice.

Carissa breaks the awkward silence, “well let me know what happens, hope it goes well!” She suddenly sounds different..and hopeful. Makes you happy that you can at least end the call with her tone shifting positively.

“Yeah.. I hope so.. bye Cari” you say weakly with a soft smile

The line goes dead.

-

You have been going to the doctor 11 months ago, it was recommended by the doctor who helped with your bruises and aided your surgery, Matt Rogers. Since there was nothing particular wrong with your brain scans. He thought it might be something psychological, and he was right. Your neurologist doctor Dr.Barnes, said it is due to trauma that your memories are repressed. Dr. Barnes said it is possible to have specific memories of people, locations and events repressed when it is too hard to bear. He also said It is possible for memories of abuse that have been forgotten for a long time to be remembered….you hope it isn’t related to abuse.

You feel nervous going to his office, you are honestly terrified of the idea of regaining back your memories, what if you find something really disturbing about yourself? About Xavier? How did you get those bruises? Why were some of your clothes missing? Why going to the doctor all those months didn’t help as much? Actually at all?

His office is located not that far off from the the Police department, in the neurology department of Willowdale public hospital.

“Welcome back Miss Y/N, please have a seat” signalling you to take a seat in front of his desk.

It doesn’t help that his office has muted painted walls, changed from age and a faint smell of mouth wash.

“So Y/N, has there been any recent changes?”, He asked while he scanned over your file.

“I finally have a small fragment of Xavier..in my head..” You pinpoint to right side of your forehead.

He knew about your relationship with Xavier and that you don’t remember much of it. It's weird how your brain almost erased that incident and Xavier out of your head.

“Finally some great news, please tell me more!”  He lowered your files to give you his undivided attention

“I..I don’t remember the incident, or any memories that I shared with him, just that Xavier had a similar car to Sheriff’s car, but a red version of it.”

There was a torturing pause, you look at your doctor, he seemed lost in thought with brows hollowed and biting his lower lip, he seemed anxious while clicking his retractable pen

You felt tension in the air, when you mentioned the Sheriff..but why?

He breaks a heavy smile,“Well, that’s great news to hear, maybe being  around the Sheriff might be in your favour huh?” he chuckles with a Chesire’s smirk on his face

Oh fuck. He probably heard about the incident that happened yesterday.

Your cheeks turn red as you turn your head to the left side of the room, focusing on the wall full of his certificates and accomplishments.

“Oh sorry, Y/N, that was unprofessional..covering his face with his hand, and then went back to look at your files

"No it’s all good Dr.” You gulped and nodded.

He clears his throat and asks, “ any nightmares lately?”

You shake your head, “I haven’t had one the past few days”

He nods while holding your file, “Good, Good. Are you taking the medications regularly at the appropriate time?”

“Yes…. but I haven’t remember anything that much sadly, is it supposed to take that much of a time?” You ask confusedly

“the brain is a complex neurological system, you can’t force its responses.”  thrusting out his lips in displeasure

You feel like you are wasting not only your time but also your money. But he is a doctor that you can afford so you have no other choice?

“Ah, I see, well as long as I get some answers pretty soon.” You look down on his Brintons carpet.

You felt your chest tightened out of sadness, will you ever find out what truly happened?

“So far, we are not sure if it is going to be a short term memory or long term memory loss Y/N, so what you can do is keep taking the medications, and you will be eventually get better Miss Y/N”

You nod with a fake smile.

Do you have a choice?

-

Duncan knew you were at the doctor today, he wish he was able to follow you, but he had a huge workload today. He wanted to see what kinda doll-like outfit you wore today. He particularly liked you in pastel colours and plaid skirts.

It was his break now.  He was waiting a call from a certain someone.

Clock ticking, and his legs bouncing up and down waiting for that fucker to call.

Phone rings once

Duncan takes the call.

“Whats the update?”

“Hi Sheriff, he continues "Well, your sweet gal remembered something..”

Duncan eyes widen, and his hands grips the cord aggressively

“What does she remember?”, Duncan says in a threatening voice

“She remembers he had the red car….. the one you got rid of”

His Adam apple gulps out of nerve but he is relieved you still don’t remember what happened that day.

“You fucker, you said those medications well help her not remember a fucking thing-“ his voice getting louder.

“Hey, hey, hey calm down there sheriff, no need to lose your temper, she hasn’t remember anything the past goddam 11 months! And I haven’t even tried hypnos-

“Listen you fuckin cunt, if she remembers anything I swear to God- I will put you in jail for your multiple-“  he chastised with a harsh tone.

“Alright Alright! No need to flip your lid! I will see what I can do to not make her remember a thing”  

“You better, or else I will make you lose your fuckin job and lose your pitiful wife” Sheriff expresses in an authoritative sound and hangs the phone stridently.

The Doctor had multiple rape attempts done. Duncan was called several times because of noise complaints, hearing ladies crying or screaming in multiple occasions at night, in drive-ins, parks and carnivals. 4 out of 10 times, it was Duncan who stopped the rape from occurring but he didn’t bring it up to the police department, and instead used this knowledge in his favour and out of power to gain information about his girl, when he discovered that he was going to be her neurologist, and to use him to manipulate her medications or her so that she doesn’t remember a thing.

He will do anything to make you not remember. He is shaping you to be his perfect little housewife. He got this far and he is not going back.

some songs mentioned in the chapter

https://open.spotify.com/track/3dDtXviPnTfLUg111MuTic?si=0d4f2a331a244100 - Midnight and The Stars and You by Ray Noble

https://open.spotify.com/track/2uwP4d0aVAo90aet6UnaRK?si=dc41f548d3324c9d - Venus by Frankie Avalon

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[auroracalisto]

a change of pace

summary: the reader, along with her daughter, willow, catches xavier’s eye.  

pairing: xavier x reader

word count: 1.2k words

warnings: cussing.  definite au (like no camp redwood, so just fluff bitches, just fluff)

author’s notes: def an au where the camp doesn’t happen aldkjfasdlfj also I have not watched this enough, but I love Xavier and Cody Fern and this was born out of it.  anyway.  i just.  i don’t even know what this is.  but.  xavier might def be out of character for the sake of this one shot.  just,,, enjoy?  maybe?? idk i can’t tell you what to do

“Willow, sweetheart, where the hell are you?”

You looked around, picking up your bag as you did so.  You had drove by the gym to drop off your friend, and of course, she had begged you to come in for just a minute.  And in that miniscule minute, Willow had run off.  The little four-year-old shouldn’t have been that hard to spot, or to lose.  And yet, after talking just a second with your friend, Willow was nowhere to be seen. 

You felt your neck grow hot as anxiety overtook your senses.  You left your friend standing there, walking down the hallway.  You checked in multiple rooms, looking behind couches and plants, before you spotted your little girl giggling with a group of people wearing tight skinned workout clothes. 

“Willow?” you called out. 

Your little girl excitedly looked over at you, smiling big.  You rushed over to the blond man that was holding her and he turned to face you.  He gave you a cheeky smile. 

“How’d you lose such a chatterbox?”

You huffed softly, holding out your arms to your little girl.  Willow quickly hugged onto you, letting you take her.  “She… well, it’s happened more than I can count.  One second she’s here, and the next, she’s missing,” you frowned, looking at your little girl.  “You have to stop doing that…”

“Her name is Willow?” the blond smiled.  “She kept telling us you told her not to give her name to strangers,” he laughed. 

“Well,” you blushed, kissing your daughter’s cheek.  “At least she sometimes listens.”

You looked over at the man, letting out a shaky, but relieved, breath.  “Thank you.  For, well, holding onto her for me.  I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her.”

“Kind of late for that,” a girl behind the counter said. 

“I—” you blushed, looking over at the blonde.  She was gorgeous.  You gave a small smile.  “Right.  Well.  Thank you,” you said, looking back at the man.  “I have to go.  But thank you,” you repeated, Willow cuddling into your arms. 

“What, uh,” he cleared his throat.  “My name is Xavier.  Maybe I’ll see you around sometime?” he smiled.  “You and Willow?”

Your eyes widened and you smiled.  “Maybe.”  You left without saying anything else, scolding your daughter as you went. 

“Dude, what the hell?” Ray laughed, leaning against the counter as he looked at Xavier.  “Did you even get her name?  And a mom, of all people?”

Xavier looked over at his friends, grinning.  “I don’t know.  Something just… came over me,” he let out a laugh.  And then his face fell.  “No, no I did not get her name.”

“She came in with Angela,” Chet said, pointing over at the dark-haired woman.  “Maybe you could talk to her.”

Montana just stood there, not saying much.  She didn’t have anything nice to say, anyway. 

Xavier grinned and nodded, noting that he would need to do that later. 

—

The second time you saw Xavier was at the same gym.  This time, however, you didn’t have little Willow with you.  In fact, you were there purely to join Angela for an aerobics class, that would be led by Xavier. 

When he saw you, he became all smiles.  He excused himself from his friends and went over to you.

“Hey!”

You looked up from your conversation with your friend and you began to smile yourself.  “Xavier.  Hi.”

“Are you here for the class?” he grinned, tilting his head at you. 

You noticed how soft his hair looked.  Hell, he was just a beautiful person.  Your smile only widened. 

“Yeah, I am.  Oh, uh, thought I should tell you,” you said with a laugh.  “My name is [Your name].  That might come in handy if we see each other again.”

“Yeah,” he grinned.  “That might come in handy.”

—

By the third time that you met with Xavier again, he was ready to ask you out on a date.  He didn’t know where this sense of urgency came from.  He didn’t fucking know if he was ready for kids or something as serious as dating a woman with a child.  But he knew that whatever this damn feeling was, he was ready for it. 

“[Your name]!”

You quickly turned your head, spotting Xavier.  You and Willow were in the middle of the park.  Willow was playing on the swing set, and you had been on the bench, reading a book.  You didn’t expect to see Xavier, but you were happy, nonetheless. 

“[Your name],” he grinned, sitting down beside of you.  “Can I—” he looked over at Willow, who had excitedly got down from the swings and ran over to see the blond man.  “I wanted to ask you something,” he said. 

You rose an eyebrow, expecting him to continue. 

“I, uh, know it might be awkward.  We hardly know each other.  But fuck, I—God, sorry, probably shouldn’t say that.  But, uh, I really think I like you.  And Willow is fucking awesome, I just—”

He blushed at the look you gave him.  “It’s not like she hasn’t heard that before, but you really gotta tone back with the cuss words,” you laughed at the blond.  

He began to smile.  “I wanna see you again.  Not like chance or anything.  But for real.  Exchange numbers, go on dates, like literally see each other.”

You stared at him for a minute.  “Even with me having Willow.  You’re okay with that?”

He quickly nodded. 

“Are you sure?”

He smiled at you.  “Positive.”

You looked over at your daughter, who watched Xavier with such admiration.  Xavier moved to pick her up and sit her in his lap so she wouldn’t have to keep standing by his knees. 

“Angela said you slept around a lot.  You’re not just doing this to get in my pants?”

Xavier bit his lip, but he shook his head.  “Shit, that’d be a great benefit, but no.  I… I’m not usually so forward.  But something about you.  There’s seriously just… something about you, and I genuinely want to find out what it is.”

“I date for marriage at this point.  Having a kid changes a lot of things, too Xavier.  Are you prepared to make changes like that?”

“Are you saying you don’t want to date me?”

You gave him a soft smile.  “No.  That’s not want I’m saying.  I just need to know that if you date me, if you have to make a change, you will.  Willow’s four.  I’m not about to bring someone into her life unless they’re serious about me.  About both of us.”

Xavier gave you a soft smile.  “Yeah… I, uh, can do that.  I can.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile never left.  “Whatever.”  You felt around in your bag and pulled out an old receipt.  You grabbed a black pen you always kept in there and wrote down your number.  “Here,” you said, handing it to him.  “Call me later and we can set something up.  I gotta get Willow over to visit with her dad, but, uh, I should be home by six.”

Xavier smiled even more.  “Awesome.”  He took the slip of paper while you stood and picked up your bag and Willow. 

“I’ll talk to you, then, Xavier.”

“Yeah,” he grinned, watching you take your leave. 

He was anxious, and so you were, but it was a good anxiety.  An anxiety that reminded you that the possibilities were endless and whatever might come could last a lifetime. 

[80sfern]

xavier plympton

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Welcome to the first Fanfiction Friday! Thank you to those who submitted all of these brilliant works! Please check out these writers and spread the love! (note: this is a long post and, as such will be tagged as #long post and #FF Friday for anyone to blacklist, if so desired). 

Heavy Dirty Soul (Completed) by HadesRuinsEverything (AO3) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Reader | Tags: Slow Burn, Rape/Non-con Elements, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Past Rape/Non-con, Slow Build, Angst, Choking, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Cock Warming, Possession, Blindfolds, Blasphemy, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Demonic Possession, Dark, Heavy Angst, Dialogue Heavy, Sharing a Bed, Strangers to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Chess | Completed (17/17 Chapters) | 83359 words | Canon Divergent 

“There’s a lot of things I can’t give you. I always worry that’ll it’ll never be enough… That I’m not enough for you.”

He stays quiet for a bit.

“You’re enough to bring a fucking God to his knees.”

Requiem: Into the Unknown (Completed) by EmWrites4 (AO3) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Original Female Character, Michael Langdon x Original Male Character, Michael Langdon x Devan Campbell | Tags: depictions of graphic violence, Eventual Smut, Language, Blood Kink, death kink, blaspheming, Horror, Action/Adventure, Cthulhu Mythos, Trickster Gods, Accidental Voyeurism, Masturbation, Non-con cutting, Religious Discussion, Science Fiction, Supernatural Elements, Epic Bromance | Completed (9/9 chapters) | 23487 words | AU / Post-Canon Divergent

Michael Langdon, once the antichrist, was killed and transported body and soul to Hell. Demoted to Angel of Death by his Dark Father while his younger brother Devan Campbell is groomed for the throne, Michael gets a break for an island vacation to escape work and the looming threat of his brother’s reign. What he finds there is an even greater threat beyond his imagination.

stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead (Completed) by thedivinemove (AO3) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Mallory | Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Murder, Witchcraft, Antichrist, Rough Sex, Time Travel | Completed (1/1 chapters) | 4125 words | Post-Canon Fix-It

It keeps happening. They live an endless circle, even as time moves forward. She kills him, he comes back. The story repeats itself, more or less the same. They’re a snake eating its tail, a pentagram with no beginning or end.

Or: Mallory keeps reliving her nightmares. Michael gets killed. Repeatedly.

Tag, you’re it (Completed) by gelukstraan (AO3) / @stupidocupido​​ (Tumblr)  Relationships: Michael Langdon x Reader | Tags:  Rape/Non-con Elements, Smut, mastrubation, plot heavy, Bondage, Unhealthy Relationships, Stalking, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dubious themes, dark themes, Fluff, Angst, Cat/Mouse games, Obsession, Song Based, Degradation, Slapping, Suicide Attempt, References to Depression | Completed (2/2 chapters) | 30203 words | Post-Canon Divergent | Tumblr Link

‘Running through the parking lot, he chased me and he wouldn’t stop. Tag you’re it, tag, tag, you’re it.’

Witch!reader has an ache for her worst enemy. To get rid of this feeling she visits him in hell, but her plan does not go as she expected it to go…

turns out california is more than just a state of mind (WIP) by everythinghappensforareason17 (AO3) / @everythinghappens-love (Tumblr) Relationships: Montana Duke x Brooke Thompson x Xavier Plympton, Xavier Plympton x Brooke Thompson, Montana Duke x Brooke Thompson, Xavier Plympton x Montana Duke, Donna Chambers x Brooke Thompson | Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Canon, Backstory, Character Study, Threesome - F/F/M, POV Alternating, Heavy Angst, Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Manipulation, Polyamory, Triggers, Hopeful Ending, Hurt No Comfort, Or little comfort, Physical Abuse, body issues, Eating Disorders, Bisexual Male Character, Bisexuality, Religion, Past Sexual Abuse, Murderers, Recreational Drug Use, Drug Addiction, First Time, Voyeurism | Last Updated: 2020-02-29 (2/? chapters) | 7424 words | Canon Divergent

(And in the end, she guessed she had. She should have known that death was better than nothingness .)

And life goes on like that for such a long time…

Brooke in the shadows, watching…waiting.  

And with Montana out there, living…getting drunk… causing bar fights…doing drugs and aerobics…chasing men and women…and laughing…just laughing the night away.

.

And then she meets Xavier.

They’re never gonna give you love like ours

Unhallowed Wretch (WIP) by SisteroftheMoon (AO3) / @guiltyfiend (Tumblr) Relationship: Michael Langdon x Reader | Tags: Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Angst and Fluff and Smut | Last Updated: 2020-03-23 (6/? chapters) | 33757 words | AU / Period Piece

Reader is a girl who is bought from her caretaker, and sent to live with the Langdon's as a "companion" for their son, Michael. He's not the son of the Devil, but he might as well be.

“I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.” ― Daphne duMaurier, Rebecca

waiting for a girl like you (Completed) by melodylangdon (AO3) / @melodylangdon (Tumblr) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Reader, Michael Langdon x Madison Montgomery | Tags: NSFW, Apocalypse, Consensual Sex, Smut, Dirty Talk (additional tags in chapter summaries) | Completed (11/11 chapters) | 30009 words | AU / Modern Day / College

Michael Langdon is a player and reader knew him when they were kids. He was rude to her but they both grew up. They go their separate ways and later cross paths again in college. Michael and the reader have a class together. She remembers him and can’t help but feel an attraction towards him. The feeling is mutual. He ends up becoming her Italian tutor and they come to know each other again. The problem is that although they are both single, Michael hooks up with a lot of girls. Will their rekindled friendship turn into something more or will they be friends with benefits?

You knew who I was with every step that I ran to Pudú (Completed) by Lobo_Steel (AO3) / @crossdressingpirate (Tumblr) Relationship: Michael Langdon x Mallory | Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Telekinesis, Clairvoyance, dream walking, Animal Transformation, Frottage, Choking, Past harm to an animal, Crack Treated Seriously, Vaginal Sex | Completed (2/2 chapters) | 10885 words | Post-Canon Divergent

Langdon stops mid-attack and looks down at her, confused. Why does he look like a giant? Mallory tries to scurry away, but something trips her up and sends her down on her stomach. Her vision is obstructed by a mass of grey. Is that my dress?! She manages to free a limb, sees fur, and screams.

Oh God, oh God, holy shit!

She’s got hooves.

Mallory wriggles the rest of the way out of her fabric prison and spins in a tight circle, trying to see her body. She catches a glimpse of four stubby legs and reddish-brown fur with spots.

WHAT IN THE EVERLIVING FUCK—  

A big hand seizes her by the scruff of the neck and gives her a hard shake.

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Till Death Do We Part

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x Female!Reader

Warnings: Death / mentions of death, swearing, fluff, mature themes / implied smut

Words: 849

Summary: After arriving at Camp Redwood and partaking in a little tour, the day ends peacefully. However, the night’s not as gentle as it’s made out to be. You could even say it was, deadly. Xavier’s mind goes to its safe place in what is his final moments.

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow​, @marvelmayo​

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He was unconscious most of the time he’d been in the oven. When he awoke, his conscious was about as messy as his teenage bedroom. It was so hot, he had to wonder if it was what hell felt like. Scorching heat that burned through him both literally and not. However, he was panicking so much, he couldn’t think. The burning was a constant in his mind, so he couldn’t have a clear head even if he tried.

But now, as time felt like it slowed dramatically- ironic for the aspiring actor, he could. And so he did. It hit him like a bus, or a bolt of electricity, a flood of thoughts frantically trying to claw their way into the spotlight before everything was doomed to go dark. Margaret was over him with the knife raised. But before she brought the knife down into his torso, his brain finally picked something to see before he’d see nothing.

“Xavier!” She giggled and squealed, her smile beaming so bright Xavier couldn’t help but smile himself.

At first, the blond didn’t say anything in response to her shriek. Instead, he continued his whimsical assaults on her squirming body, reveling in every sound he drew from her. His hands tickled her sides without mercy, his lips pressed kisses to her cheeks. He moved his face down a little and skittishly nibbled on her neck, claiming he would eat her up.

Though his claims were often repeated in different scenarios, this was a moment where it wasn’t sexual, just...playful. He missed those moments.

Y/n was his shining star, the light of his life, the only person in the world who would ever grasp the true key to his heart. Relief stirred within Xavier as he relived the moments with her.

Then the scene shifted. He was next to her and her head was rested on his naked chest. They were both bare beneath the sheets of his bed. Despite their sweat covered bodies, they were holding each other like it was the last time. Each time he inhaled, her head would rise with his chest, lowering with it when he exhaled as well. It was calm, content...intimate.

“Xavier?” She asked, voice soft and barely audible with obvious tiredness.

Neither of the two lifted their heads to look at each other, but they didn’t mind. “Yeah?”

“I wish this would never end.”

“Me neither.” He thought for a moment as he stared at the ceiling. “I think...I think I love you.”

“You think?” Y/n adjusted so she could see his face, all signs of sleep wiped away and replaced with intrigue.

“Yeah- I mean...”

She suddenly perked up, a new attitude in play as she looked around the room and avoided his blue orbs. “Well that’s just too bad, because I know for a fact that I love you too. Perhaps when you’ve made up your mind, you should kiss me like your life depends on it.”

It only took a few seconds for him to snap back, a smirk sliding onto his lips as he sat up, “Maybe I will.”

He wondered if she was safe. He regretted bringing her along, whisking her away from the safety of LA and dragging her to the camp where they’d die the night before becoming counselors. If he were to say he didn’t hate himself for getting her to join in on the gig, he would be a liar.

Again, the memory altered, this time, taking him to his bedroom the night before he was to leave for the camp that would be the cause of his demise. He went out with Y/n, took her to dinner and brought her back to his place where they would enjoy a night together before they would have children taking up their time with each other.

“Are you excited?”

Xavier furrowed his brows, trying to come up with an honest answer. “For camp? I suppose. It’ll be so fucking hard keeping my hands off of you though.”

Y/n snickered at his confession, unsurprised by her boyfriend’s lewd thoughts. “I think I might just have to agree with that observation, Mr. Plympton.”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” She looked at him, her e/c eyes meeting his blue ones. “It must suck ass not being able to pound me into a mattress for an entire summer.”

Xavier’s face morphed with confusion. “Who said anything about mattresses? Or being abstinent?”

“What exactly are you suggesting?”

“I meant in front of the kids, babe.” A mischievous smile slid upon his lips, “You of all fucking people should know that the moment those rugrats hit the hay, Xavier’s gonna want to play.”

That was all the warning Y/n received before he attacked her neck with love bites, soon lifting her off the couch and throwing her into his bed for what would be the last time.

The pain of the blade entering his flesh snapped him back into reality. He slowly lifted his head, watching as the blood stained his shirt. Then, it all went black.

If only he knew it would actually be the last time.

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it happened one summer - xavier plympton x fem reader

Description: Xavier tries to charm a fellow counselor, but she isn’t falling for it. She wants something serious, and believes that Xavier is after one thing. Can he convince her that he wants more than just a hook-up? 

Word count: 6k 

Warnings: Female reader, AU, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, nipple play, handjob, basically the second half of this is nothing but filth. 

A/N: Anonymous requested--Xavier trying to flirt with the new girl who goes to Redwood with his gang. She's a virgin but not stupid. She wants a serious relationship with someone more than just sex. And if this blondie only wants a regular hook up, well she's not the one. So Xavier will tried to convice her that he really wants something more with her. He thinks he's hot, but not because of her body. (Well, a little) But when he sees her zero fuck attitute he feels in love even more.

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“Checkmate!”

You groan in defeat as Xavier Plympton claims one of your checkers, eyeing him in wide-eyed desperation. “Do I have to?”

“You know the rules, babe,” he says, gesturing toward your shirt. “Strip checkers denotes losing an article of clothing with every loss of a piece, so pay up!”

You sigh, annoyed with your own carelessness as you unbutton your blouse. A breeze passes through the ajar cabin door, the summer night air hitting your bare skin as your shirt falls to the floor. Your nipples harden inside of your bra, but luckily, the padding keeps it mostly concealed. “I thought checkmate was a chess thing, by the way?”

“Hm, don’t know,” Xavier says, licking his lips as he ogles your shirtless form. “Your turn.”

Your eyes scan the board, trying to decide a good move. The answer stares you in the face for the longest time, and you move one of your red checkers over one of his black ones when you see it. You claim the piece, eyeing his shirt with a satisfied grin. “Your turn.”

“Goddammit,” Xavier says with a chuckle, tugging his teal shirt over his head and throwing it aside.

Your cheeks heat in a hot blush at the sight of his bare torso. You knew he was fit and had a good body, but you didn’t quite realize just how built he had been. Muscles rippled beneath his skin, a slight outline of abs present on his stomach, his chest perfectly defined. Xavier has apparently noticed the color in your cheeks as you stare, a grin forming over his full lips. He laughs and flexes his biceps for you, which finally tears your gaze away with a darker flush. 

“Like what you see, babe?” Xavier asks smugly. 

“I--” you begin, cutting yourself off with a shake of your head as you watch him make a move. Luckily, he doesn’t claim any of your pieces. “Why do you flirt with me so much? It’s all you’ve done since we got here at camp.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Xavier asks with an amused grin. 

“Not really, no,” you say, making an unsuccessful move. “Enlighten me.”

“It’s because you’re beautiful,” Xavier says, surveying the board and moving his piece. “Seriously, Y/N. You’re stunning, and I don’t think you even realize it. I think you’re totally oblivious to the fact that you’re a fucking knockout, and that makes you even more beautiful.”

“What a line,” you say with a slight eye roll as you move a piece past his. He removes his shorts, and you’re unable to get a good look before he sits down. “Do you say that to all the girls you wanna get in bed with?”

“No,” he says, his tongue poking out as he claims another of your checkers. “Aha!”

You whine, slipping out of your skirt with reluctance. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed, and you aren’t too fond of that feeling. You try to cover your still-covered breasts with one arm, but to no avail. Xavier is trying so hard not to gawk, but he’s unable to help himself. For some odd reason, his staring fills you with a certain degree of rage. He certainly didn’t get angry when you were checking him out, so why be so harsh? You had a hunch as to why, but you weren’t going to vocalize it yet; mostly because it scared you to even entertain. 

“I need to get back to my cabin,” you say, rising to your feet. “This was a mistake.”

“Woah, what?” Xavier asks in surprise, brows knitted as he watches you gather your discarded clothes. “Babe--”

“Please stop calling me that,” you beg as you get dressed. “And please stop flirting with me.”

“But--” he begins, cut off as you walk out of the cabin and into the night.

******

The next morning, Xavier was at it again.

Not only did he flirt with you first thing, but he was also hitting on Montana, Brooke, and anyone else within range. Apparently it hadn’t been the first time; you’d overheard Montana telling Ray that Xavier was getting more flirtatious with her since their arrival. You felt betrayed, deceived, utterly foolish for believing that a man as beautiful as Xavier Plympton would ever want you. Your heart stung, but you made a promise to yourself not to fall for it again. It was one you intended to keep, no matter how difficult he made it. 

You ate breakfast alone, in silence. Your lone wolf status didn’t last long, however, as Xavier took a seat next to you. You scoot away, but he follows, oblivious to your anger and disappointment. Since moving isn’t working, you choose to ignore him. You eat quietly, not acknowledging his presence until he starts flirting with you once more. This time, his topic had been how the filtering of the sunlight in the cafeteria made you look angelic, and how he would love to show you Heaven sometime. 

“Stop,” you say sternly. “Just stop it, Xavier.”

“What’s wrong?” Xavier asks. 

“You’re what’s fucking wrong,” you say. “I know you’re flirting with literally every single counselor here. I fucking know I’m not the only one.”

“Y/N--” he begins, but you stop him. 

“No, fucking listen to me for once,” you say after taking a bite of bacon, and he falls silent. “I thought I was the only one. I was gonna give you a chance, but after all of that? No thanks; I’ll pass.” 

“I--” he starts, and you cut him off again.

“I’m not done,” you say angrily. “I want something serious. I want a relationship, not something where I have to contend with a man who flirts around and can’t decide who he wants. I want commitment, love, joy. Clearly, none of that is what you can give.”

“I don’t understand why that’s such a big deal,” Xavier says softly. “I--”

“You wanna know?” you ask, your voice raised a little. You lower it as a few counselors turn in your direction, not wanting to attract too much attention. “It’s a huge fucking deal to me, because I’m a virgin. Okay?”

His eyes widen at that admission, and he gapes before finding his voice. “You...what? Really?”

“Really,” you confirm. “I want my first time to be with someone special, so I haven’t experienced it yet. Wanna know why? Because all men I’ve considered always ended up being like you.”

Xavier hangs his head in shame, and when he looks at you again, his expression is remorseful. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t know; I feel like such a jerk.”

“That’s because you are one,” you say, tossing your napkin onto the tray of your half-eaten meal. “So, if your objective has been trying to get in my pants, then you’re wasting your time. I’m not giving my virginity to you.”

“I do want only you,” he says, and you laugh humorlessly. “Seriously! I only flirted with the others because I thought you didn’t like me.”

“I did like you, until you threw yourself at every piece of ass here,” you spit, getting up from the table. “I’m going to shoot some arrows at the archery station. Please don’t bother following me.”

He didn’t. 

********

The next few days were quite eventful on the Xavier front. Every time you turned around, it seemed Xavier was right there with another lame tall tale. He was sorry, he would do better, he would stop flirting with others, he would spend more time with you and less with them. You rebuffed him each time, not wanting to hear another word of it. 

But then he actually did stop flirting around, and he was there to lend a sincere helping hand when you needed it. In your mind, you interpreted all of these sudden changes as him wanting to be your first. After all, most men had a secret obsession with virginal women—or not so secret, in some cases. Xavier was a playboy, there was no doubt about that. So, who’s to say that he didn’t possess the same sick need to be the one taking your virginity? You were nothing but a bragging right to him, and your anxiety & temper about it finally boiled over as the two of you swam in the lake. 

“You truly are a pretty girl,” Xavier says as you surface from a dive. “Even when doing the smallest things.”

“Can you not do this?” you beg. “Please. I came out here to cool off, not listen to more of your bullshit.”

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, a wide grin on his lips. “Sorry. I just feel bad for what happened, and I wanted to show you how sorry I really am.” 

“Just don’t flirt with me,” you say. “That’s all you need to do, if you really wanna prove it to me.”

He nods with a sigh, and you float on your back. The sky is a clear, cloudless blue, so mesmerizing and also a bit terrifying. How easy it was to get lost in such an abyss and how simple it was to associate that color blue with Xavier’s eyes...Those beautiful baby blues that seemed so endless, like a vast ocean or sky that would take and take and take--

You stop yourself, taking a deep breath and plunging below the water. You allow it to carry you, swaying you gently to and fro, not sure what doing so will accomplish. Perhaps you wanted to drown the thoughts of him away, or maybe it was as simple as wanting to hide. The anger flashes through your mind again, that comment he’d made minutes earlier churning through your insides. You go up, gulping air into your lungs and pushing some hair from your eyes as you glare daggers at him. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks curiously. “What have I done now?”

“What you always do,” you say, swimming away from him. “You do realize these half-assed attempts won’t work, right? I know what your angle is.”

“And what is it?” Xavier asks irritably. “Please tell me what you think is going on in MY head.”

“You only want to try and ‘prove’ yourself so I change my mind and let you fuck me,” you spat. “It’s not working, Xavier.”

“Y/N,” Xavier says in frustration. “That’s not why! You aren’t some meaningless piece of ass to me. I know your stance; if I was gonna use you, I would have given up already. It was clear that you wouldn’t change your mind, so it wouldn’t have been worth it to keep trying.”

“I call bullshit,” you say, climbing out of the lake and shaking water from your ears. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe it.” 

You look back at him as you grab your towel. He’s quiet, but the expression on his face was akin to a man in love. The glint in his eyes, the awestruck look, the dopey grin. You can’t stop the laugh that rips from your chest at the sight, but as you walk away, your heart pangs at the thought of what it may mean.

This wasn’t going to be easy, was it? 

***********

A couple days after the lake incident, the counselors gathered at the dock to enjoy a barbecue and some sunbathing. That is, all the counselors except you; you took up the offer to clean Margaret’s cabin. Anything that kept you away from Xavier was exactly what you needed. It wasn’t that he was bothering you; you were past that point now. In fact, you actually wanted to see him more, after seeing the lovestruck expression on his face days earlier. But you told yourself you wouldn’t get attached or fall for him any harder; it would only end in a heartbreak that you possibly couldn’t recover from.

You begin dusting Margaret’s mantel when you hear Xavier at the front door. “Y/N?”

Your blood runs cold, and you swallow hard past the lump in your throat. “Yeah?” you manage, poking your head into the front room.

“I had to come and see you,” Xavier says, wringing his hands anxiously. “I know you don’t want to hear it, but all I’m asking is that you hear me out. Okay?”

You sigh, sitting behind her desk as you dust your hands off. “You can try, but no promises that I’ll believe you.”

He nods in understanding, taking a deep breath. “Listen, I know you think that I’m only after you for sex. I know you think I’m lying when I say that isn’t true, but I honestly don’t want you just for that reason. I truly think that you’re beautiful and that you’re the best girl I’ve ever met. You’re all I’ve thought about from the moment we met, and as much as I wish you would get out of my head, it won’t happen. I don’t care that you’re a virgin; I like you for you. I flirted with the others, because I didn’t wanna fall deeply for you. I know you’d never go for a guy like me. Why would you? A goddess like you is way out of my league, anyway.”

“Xavier--” you begin, but he cuts you off. 

“I’m not done,” he says, taking another deep breath. “I know I screwed up by being too flirty, but I’m determined to make it up to you. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I’m telling the truth. I really am sorry, and knowing that I hurt you causes me pain, too. I just...I’m an idiot and I really screwed up. I didn’t know what a good thing I was losing. It’s just something I’m always going to have to live with, and I hope you can forgive me someday.” 

You’re silent, staring at him in astonishment. Xavier, apparently taking this as the worst possible sign, turns to leave. Before he can, though, you rest a hand on his arm to stop him. The realization that he’s telling the truth hits you full force, and you can’t just let him walk away. The efforts he took to find you and come clean, to pour his heart out...If he truly was after sex, it wouldn’t have occured to him to do any of it. He would have kept persisting, but this? It wasn’t the standard, run-of-the-mill player nonsense. It was genuine. 

“Wait,” you whisper, eyes flicking to meet his. “Please don’t go.”

“But--” he begins.

Before he can formulate a complete response, your lips press to his in a soft, chaste kiss. It’s quicker than you intended, but you hope he received the message loud & clear. He melts against your lips, the hint of a smile on his own as you draw back. The faintness of his grin fades quickly, replaced by a frown as he shakes his head. You can still feel the soft plumpness of his lips on yours, an electric tingle charging through them and settling between your legs. You look at him in confusion as he stares at the ground, wondering what’s going through his mind. Finally, he speaks it. 

“Don’t kiss me unless you mean it,” he begs. “Please, Y/N.” 

“I do mean it,” you assure him, brushing your fingers through the hair on the side of his head. “I really do. I know you’re being honest, Xavier. It took a lot of effort and I know you wouldn’t have bothered if you didn’t mean it. It’s too much to put yourself through for a single day of sex, and you know my stance. But you didn’t give up, and that’s how I know you mean it.”

The grin that forms on Xavier’s face threatens to split it in half. His hands land on your waist, coaxing you toward him until your chest is flush to his. He brushes hair from either side of your face with both of his hands, cupping your jaw and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. He slowly comes in for another kiss, his warm, inviting lips finding yours once more. Your eyes slip closed, and an overwhelming urge to deepen the kiss washes over you. Your tongue trails over his lips after a moment, and you can feel him withdrawing. You whine in protest, but he shakes his head in response.

“Do you really want this?” Xavier asks, nervously chewing on his lower lip. “If you aren’t ready, then we don’t have to. Please don’t feel pressured, okay?”

“I do want it,” you say. “I really do. I wouldn’t be engaging you if I didn’t. I want it, Xavier; I want you.”

“I won’t let you down or break your heart,” Xavier promises. “You have my word on that.”

“I know,” you say, closing the space between you and sealing your lips to his again. 

The kiss immediately deepens, with Xavier’s tongue swiping past yours as he grips the back of your neck. His lips taste of peppermint and a faint hint of citrus, and the combination is dizzying. It makes you crave more of him, and you lick the roof of his mouth as he shivers slightly. He backs you up, drawing away long enough to lead you to Margaret’s bed. He places you on the mattress, lips connecting to yours again. Your hands explore his back and torso, wanting to take in every single inch that’s accessible to you.

“Mmm,” he hums, mouth trailing over your jaw and down your neck. “Is it okay if I start taking your clothes off?”

“Yes,” you say, nuzzling against his scalp. “Go ahead.”

“You’re sure?” Xavier asks, and you chuckle as you give him a playful swat. “Ow!”

“It’s really fine,” you say. “If something is wrong, I’ll tell you. I swear.”

He tugs you up, lifting your shirt over your head and discarding it. He studies you, the way your chest heaves, the way you’re already reaching for him in anticipation, and he kisses you with such passion that it sends electricity throughout your body. You grab his shirt next, and as soon as you fist it, he stops the kiss to remove it. You take in every line of muscle with your fingers, relishing in the way he shudders beneath your touch. His lips attach to your neck again, leaving featherlight kisses all over your skin. You moan loudly as he kisses the area between your neck & shoulder, which prompts him to press his mouth even harder against that same spot.

“Shit, that feels so good,” you gasp, and you can feel him grinning against your neck. 

“You’ll be surprised what feels good, babe,” he breathes, dragging his teeth along your neck and under your jaw. “I’ll show you.”

“Please,” you beg, grabbing his belt and unfastening it clumsily. “I want you to show me everything.”

“I will,” he promises. “I’ll be slow and gentle.”

“I trust you,” you say, gripping his hair as he kisses your collarbones. “Wholeheartedly.”

“What a pleasant turn of events,” Xavier jokes, winking as he coaxes your hips upward. “Lift yourself up, baby.”

You do as you’re told, allowing Xavier to remove your shorts. Xavier kisses you again as he throws them aside, his tongue pressing to yours as he runs a hand from your side to your hip. Your fingers fumble with his zipper, and after what seems to take forever, you get his pants unbuttoned. You shove them down as far as you can manage, and he kicks them to the floor. The two of you make out a little, with your bra & panties coming off along the way. When you remove his boxers, you both sit back to admire each other’s exposed bodies. Xavier’s cock is far bigger than you imagined, and you chew your lip anxiously as you wonder how much it’s going to hurt. Xavier, seemingly picking up on your anxiety, gives you a gentle, reassuring kiss.

“I’ll be cautious and I’ll make sure you’re ready,” he assures. “Can I just say, though...Your body is fucking perfect, Y/N. Perfect tits, perfect pussy, perfect everything.”

You blush a little, and Xavier begins kissing over your breasts. He explores every inch, pulling your nipple between his teeth. He’s very careful, but the sensation is one you’ve never felt before. It’s so good that your eyes flutter closed, a soft mewl falling from your lips as he starts sucking. Your noises grow in volume, your cunt throbbing as fresh arousal pools between your legs. His hand caresses your thigh, a violent shiver rolling down your spine as he touches a particularly sensitive area. He alternates, switching to the opposite nipple and giving it the same treatment as the other. You tug his hair, arching a little against the new, unfamiliar sensations coursing through your body. 

“Xavier,” you mewl, eyes closed as he starts massaging your tits. He presses them together, burying his face in your chest and inhaling your scent. You giggle as he leaves small hickeys between them, the light marks soon darkening as his tongue runs over one nipple again. “It feels so nice.”

“I know something that’s gonna feel even better,” Xavier says, kissing down your stomach. 

“What is it?” you question, sitting up on your elbows to get a good look at him.

“Eating your pussy,” he says, pulling you down a little as he settles between your legs. “You know what that is, don’t you?”

“Duh,” you say with a chuckle, biting back a moan as he kisses the top of your mound. “I’m not totally clueless, but I want you to do it. I want it so fucking much.”

“And you’ll get it,” he tells you, opening your legs a little further to observe your soaked cunt.

You take in the sight, just drinking it up. His pretty blue eyes fixated on your face as he presses the most delicate kisses to your inner thighs. The way his breath fans over your skin. The way his hair tickles your thighs, his earring catching the light as his strong arms grip your legs. It’s an image you never want to lose, and one you wanted burned into your mind forever. If he would ever leave you, God forbid...you wanted to memorize every last detail.

“Are you ready?” Xavier asks, running his tongue slowly along your groin.

“I’ve been ready,” you breathe, whining as he licks the opposite side. “Please, do it.”

Xavier gently opens your legs a bit further, two of his fingers parting your inner lips before running his tongue through them. The sensation that his wet, silky tongue leaves behind is nothing short of incredible, and it’s much better than you ever imagined. He hums as your taste floods his mouth, his eyes slipping closed as he relishes in it. You shiver as his tongue flicks your clit, the touch so soft and light that you almost couldn’t register it. His arms remain around your thighs, his large hands gripping the areas above your knees. As his lips brush over each side of your pussy, his thumbs caress the hollows of your knees as a bit of reassurance, calming your nerves even more.

“How are you doing?” Xavier asks, sucking your left lip. “Good?”

“Very good,” you confirm, playing with the little stray piece of hair on his forehead. “I love it so much. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t unless you tell me to,” Xavier says, massaging the same area with his tongue as his fingers trail through your slick, messy cunt. “Do you mind if I finger you?”

“No, go ahead,” you say, crying out in pleasure as his finger slowly pushes inside, stopping only when he’s in to the last knuckle. “Xavier...That...It’s amazing.”

“I know, baby,” he coos, working his finger against your sweet spot as he laps ast your clit. “I know.”

You arch instinctively as he curls his finger, and the mixed sensations of that & his tongue send jolts up your spine. His eyes never leave your face, wanting to see your reactions and how your body moves in response, and it occurs to you that he’s doing as you had moments ago. He wants to keep this memory, in case he cannot have it again after today. But you already know that he didn’t need to worry, just as you, unknowingly, didn’t need to worry about it, either. 

“Can I add another finger?” Xavier asks gently, kissing along your outer labia. “Or would that be too much?”

“Try it,” you say. “If it’s too much, I’ll tell you.”

He nods, carefully adding a second finger. It doesn’t hurt, but you feel fuller than before. It isn’t too unpleasant, but it does feel a little odd at first. Every time you touched yourself in the past, it was more clitoral stimulation than fingering, so it was a little weird with someone else doing it for you. Besides, his fingers were longer and thicker than yours, which only added to the foreign sensation they left. You clench instinctively, and he groans lowly against your clit in response.

“You’re so beautiful,” Xavier rasps, his free hand snaking up your side and landing on one of your breasts. “The most beautiful girl in the world.”

You’re so lost in pleasure that you don’t even roll your eyes at his comment, instead feeling a familiar tightness in your lower belly. The way he’s sucking on your clit, pumping his fingers, and playing with your breast are enough to tip you, but you aren’t ready to fall yet. You want to prolong it as much as possible, to savor it. Who knows how long it would be until you could have it again, especially with Margaret and her bullshit “no sex” rules. Knowing Xavier, however, he would find a way.

But would he find a way with you again?

You shake those thoughts from your head, bringing yourself back to present. Xavier’s fingers rub against your G-spot, just as his lips envelop your clit again. He shakes his head rapidly back & forth, applying more pressure with his mouth. He swipes his thumb over your hard nipple, pinching in time with his tongue. You don’t have time to warn him that you’re cumming, your orgasm washing over you and casting you into a pleasurable abyss. You gush all over his fingers, his name spilling from your lips as you close your eyes while the high takes you. You’d given yourself many orgasms over the years, but this was much better by far. There was just something about having someone do it for you that was intoxicating, and you crave more already. You were so sensitive, however, that just the feeling of him dragging his nose through your folds brings pain. 

Xavier pulls his fingers out, drawing his head away as you shove it. “Are you okay, babe?” 

“I’m amazing,” you breathe. “Just a little sensitive, that’s all.”

“Not bad for your first time, huh?” Xavier asks as he slowly climbs up your body.

“Not at all,” you breathe, tugging him down for a hot kiss. You can taste your pussy on his mouth, his lips still slick with your juices before you lick it away. “You’re fucking good at that.”

“You’re just saying that because you have nothing to compare it to,” Xavier teases, his lashes fluttering as you close your hand around his erection. “Oh fuck, baby…”

His cock feels heavy in your hand, and pleasantly warm as you glide your hand up and down. It takes you a second to get a proper rhythm, and Xavier is happy to help you. He places his hand on yours, guiding you, showing you how it’s done. You take in every ridge, every bit of skin, every motion, getting used to how he feels before he fucks you. You’re a little nervous, but at the same time, you can’t wait. You trust Xavier, you know he’s going to be careful, but there’s still part of you that’s scared.

“Fuck,” Xavier hisses, peering at you with a soft smile. “Are you ready?”

You nod, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly to try and calm your nerves. “I am. Just...go slow, okay?”

“I promise I will,” Xavier says, rubbing his cock through your folds to help you adjust to the feel. “On three.”

You count down, and Xavier begins pushing inside. A burning, tearing pain sears through your core, and you wince as you squeeze your eyes shut. The pressure is intense, unpleasant, and you worry that you won’t be able to do this after all. Xavier stops immediately, not going any further yet. You wonder if there’s blood and how much, but the thought is so scary that you push it away quickly. This was supposed to be fun and enjoyable, not something to fear. However, the pain is so great that it takes you away from any other thought. It makes focusing on pleasure a little difficult, but you trust Xavier and the process. 

“Does it hurt too much, baby?” Xavier questions, kissing over your neck in a soothing manner. “Should I stop?”

“No, I’m okay,” you assure him. “It hurts, but I don’t want you to stop.”

He nods, kissing you tenderly before continuing to slowly push inside of you. It’s still painful, so he stops occasionally to give you more time to adjust. But soon, the uncomfortable pressure begins to dissipate, and you can feel every little bit of him. He’s probably in halfway now--or a little over that, but it’s all you can take. He’s massive, and you can’t accommodate all of him right now, but that’s fine with you. What you’re already feeling is nothing short of incredible, and is far from what you imagined in the best way possible. Pain was temporary; your focus was on the present, and it was perfect now. 

“How are you feeling?” Xavier asks as he gazes into your eyes. “Is it still really painful?”

“No, I’m better now,” you say, kissing him hotly before clenching around him. It feels so strange, but it’s a good strange. “Please go deeper; I think I can take it.”

Xavier inches in a bit deeper, getting a little more progress before you stop him. Tears prickle at your eyes as fresh pain rips through your core, and Xavier shakes his head. “That’s enough for now, babe. I’m in far enough, don’t worry.”

You open your mouth to tell him that you’re fine, but he gives that first slow, shallow thrust and you soon forget. A moan slips from your lips, and you cling to him as he sets a careful pace. He keeps the slow rhythm, not daring to speed up in fear of hurting you. He looks into your eyes, not wavering his gaze as his muscular arms flex with every move he makes. One of your hands grips his back, the other holding the base of his neck to pull him down for a kiss. The pain is slowly melting away, replaced by the most overwhelming ecstasy you’ve ever felt. 

“Fuck, I can’t get over how good you feel,” Xavier breathes, pressing tender kisses to your cheeks and jawline. “You’re so tight, so wet.”

“I guess the tightness was to be expected,” you tease, forehead against his as he comes up for another kiss. 

“It was,” he says against your lips, smiling as he begins breathing heavily. He’s still set at a slow, romantic pace, but you’re in no hurry to make him go faster. “Baby…”

“Xavier,” you whine, his lips attaching to your upper chest as he hums lowly. 

“You’re doing so well,” he praises. “You’re taking my cock so well, babe. I knew you could; I think you were really meant for me.”

“Strangely, I do, too,” you say, head falling back with a moan as he hits directly into the spot that makes you see stars. “Shit, do that again.”

Xavier thrusts against that spot once more, and you dig into his back momentarily. He moans softly at the feeling of your nails in his skin, hooking your legs over his waist to hit at a deeper angle. Another burning sensation tears through you, but it isn’t as bad or long-lasting as the first had been. He brings your lips to his in a heated, passionate kiss, conveying all emotion into it. If it hadn’t already been clear how he felt for you, that one kiss would have sealed the deal.

Xavier Plympton was going to be the death of you, wasn’t he?”

“I love how well you’re handling this,” Xavier says. “You’re so fucking good, babe. I’m gonna take even better care of you, okay? I promise.”

You smile, but it’s soon wiped from your face as you turn toward the front door. No one is there, but the fact that Margaret could return at any minute made your blood run cold. You pull Xavier’s face toward yours with a worried expression, but he doesn’t seem to notice your concern.

“Xav, what if Margaret comes back?” you ask anxiously. “We’ve been here for awhile.”

“She won’t,” Xavier assures. “It’s gonna be okay. I overheard her saying that she was going to town for supplies and would be gone all day. She left Trevor and Bertie in charge.”

“I’d be surprised if the camp is still standing when she gets back,” you joke, gripping his back a little tighter as his lips find your nipple. “Mmm…”

Xavier reaches down, rubbing your clit as your body tenses. He takes it as a painful reaction, slowly removing his hand before you grab his wrist to stop him. You shake your head, placing his hand back on your clit and holding it there as he grins. He presses his forehead to yours, gazing into your eyes as you both moan hotly. You nuzzle against him as his thrusts gain speed, and all initial discomfort is soon forgotten. Your head tips back, eyes shut for a moment before they snap open when he growls lowly. 

“Fuck,” he hisses. “I never want this to end.”

“I don’t, either,” you admit. “Even if Margaret does walk in, I don’t want you to stop.”

“She won’t,” Xavier says. “Even if she did, what is she gonna do? Make us clean the whole camp? It would be so worth it!” 

“Please keep doing that,” you beg, pushing against his hand for emphasis. “I’m getting really close.”

“Me too, baby,” Xavier whispers, one hand still working aa he uses the other for balance. “You’re sure it’s okay to cum inside of you?”

“Yes,” you say. “As long as it’s okay with you.”

“You first,” Xavier says, rubbing your clit in harder, faster circles. “Come on, baby. I know you want to.”

You almost roll your eyes, but you’re too lost in your pleasure to care about his comment. One more sharp thrust and a couple more swipes to your clit send the coil loose, tipping you over the edge into bliss. You cum the hardest you ever have before--including earlier--scratching down his back hard enough to draw a little blood. You cry out his name, your orgasm washing over you in a long wave. It feels like you’re drowning, your head spinning, your breath stolen, his sweaty body still pressed to yours.

Xavier cums after, and a new warmth soon spreads inside of you. You can barely register it, but it feels amazing nonetheless as he gently bites your neck. His cock twitches as he finishes, pulling out to collapse next to you. Some of his seed drips from your pussy, gathering onto the bed below. You’re both panting, lying there as you try to collect yourselves. The smell of sex and crisp summer air billow around the room, but neither of you are bothered. You’re too absorbed in the afterglow to care.

After a few moments of silence, Xavier scoops you in his arms. He hugs your sticky, slightly shaky body to his, lips pressing to the top of your head. “I don’t wanna let you go, Y/N.”

“Who says you have to?” you ask, looking up at him with a smile. “You don’t have to, you know.”

“Good,” Xavier says, running a finger down your cheek. “Because I really don’t want to.”

“Thank you so much for making my first time so special,” you say as you kiss his cheek. “I’m really glad that this happened, Xavier. I mean it, and I’m sorry I was so cold before. You were such a gentleman, and I’m sorry I ever doubted that.”

“It’s okay,” Xavier says. “It’ll get better after the first time. It’s never the most pleasant, but it’s smooth sailing after that. So I’ve heard.”

“I thought it went well enough,” you say as you gaze up at him. “But I can’t wait to do it again.”

“We have all summer, babe,” Xavier says joyously. “Beyond that, too!”

You chuckle, rolling him onto his back as you kiss him hungrily. For the first time since arriving at Camp Redwood, you found yourself excited for the remainder of the summer. While the two of you had sex again--this time far more satisfactory than last--you couldn’t help but feel happy for everything ahead. 

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hola everyone, i’m maze :) welcome to my blog!

she/they || 18 || istj || north america

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rules

fandoms i’ll write for

american horror story, arcane, genshin impact, marvel, the vampire diaries, the originals

characters i’ll write for

american horror story

romantically & platonically: james patrick march, madison montgomery, michael langdon, misty day, the countess, violet harmen, xavier plympton, zoe benson

platonically only: cordelia goode

arcane

romantically and platonically: caitlyn, ekko, jayce, jinx, mel, silco, vi, viktor

platonically only: none at the moment

genshin impact

romantically & platonically: albedo, arataki itto, beidou, childe/tartaglia, diluc ragnvindr, eula lawrence, hu tao, jean gunnhildr, kaeya alberich, kamisato ayaka, kamisato ayato, kujou sara, kuki shinobu, lisa minci, naganohara yoimiya, ningguang, raiden shogun/baal/ei, thoma, venti, xiao, yae miko, yanfei, yun jin, zhongli

platonically only: amber, barbara pegg, klee, noelle, qiqi

marvel

romantically & platonically: daisy johnson, james “bucky” barnes, loki laufeyson, michelle jones (mj), namor/k'uk'ulkan natasha romanoff, peter parker, wanda maximoff

platonically only: none at the moment

the vampire diaries

romantically & platonically: caroline forbes, damon salvatore, katherine pierce, stefan salvatore

platonically only: bonnie bennett

the originals

romantically & platonically: elijah mikaelson, hayley marshall, niklaus mikaelson, rebekah mikaelson

platonically only: davina claire

types of writing i’ll write

narratives/one shots, headcanons, drabbles (five characters max per request)

character x reader (female or gender neutral), will be gender neutral unless specified!!

fluff, romance, angst, dark

death, pregnancy

aus/alternative universes (eh, why not <3)

what i won’t write

actual smut. cannot for the life of me do it. no.

male reader- i don’t mean to offend, i just don’t think i can portray a male reader in writing without making a lot of mistakes. i’ll try to make as many as my writings gn (gender neutral) as possible :)

[hollywillows]

hollywillows’ masterlist

welcome to my master list! this is a compilation of all of my works and writings on tumblr. anything else can be found on my wattpad, linked here

spencer reid

thanksgiving - spencer reid x gender neutral!reader

convicted - spencer reid x gender neutral! reader

peter parker

stark on wattpad

goodbye, peter - peter parker x female!reader

yes - peter parker x female!reader

we’ll be okay - peter parker x stark!reader

last kiss - peter parker x gender neutral! reader

pietro maximoff

speed boy - pietro maximoff x gn!reader

quick - pietro maximoff x fem!stark reader

quick part two

marc spector

moondance on wattpad

worthy - marc spector x reader

steven grant

tate langdon

afraid- tate langdon x female!reader

jimmy darling

michael langdon

alive - young!michael langdon x gender neutral! reader

friends like me - michael langdon x gender neutral witch!reader

xavier plympton

forever - xavier plympton x gender neutral! reader

it and stranger things imagines on wattpad

steve harrington

wires on wattpad

you’re dead, harrington - steve harrington x henderson!reader

behind my back - steve harrington x henderson!reader

jack dylan grazer

cruise - jack dylan grazer x female!reader

cedric diggory

christmas - cedric diggory x hufflepuff!reader

the black lake - cedric diggory x female!reader

girlfriend - cedric diggory x slytherin!reader

joshua bassett

cheering up - joshua basset x female!reader

the maze runner

caution on wattpad

harry styles

dunkirk imagines on wattpad

winner - harry styles x gender neutral!reader

welcome home - harry styles x gn!reader

the moments - harry styles x fem!reader

says you - harry styles x gn!reader

in the crowd - harry styles x fem!reader

eighteen - harry styles x (implied)fem!reader

happiest i’ve been - harry styles x gn!reader

pretty - harry styles x (implied)fem!reader

sunflower, vol. 6 - harry styles x gn!reader

neil perry (dead poets society)

landslide on wattpad

bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw (top gun: maverick)

automatic stop on wattpad

lose you - rooster bradshaw x pilot!reader

will turner (pirates of the caribbean)

sunlight on wattpad

[auroracalisto]

i don’t wanna be alone

summary: college is filled with events that happen one right after the other.  that being said, montana practically begs the reader to go to a party, and there, our dear reader finds herself in quite a predicament.  

pairing: xavier x reader, platonic! montana x reader, platonic! montana x xavier

word count: 3.6k words

warnings: alcohol, drinking, slight ooc with the characters, reader is touched up by some guy while she’s drunk, please DO NOT read if you are uncomfortable with mentions of sexual assault and things like that.  it is in this.

a/n: modern! college! au with select characters from ahs (mostly 1984 tbh).  not me going off of a plot idea i created while driving home from work,,,, wouldn’t be the first time.  characters include: xavier, chet, montana, mentions ray and brooke, also nodes to kyle spencer’s frat, kappa lambda gamma.  also, would this be considered an innocent! reader?  maybe just a female reader that really hasn’t done much of partying and drinking.

You sighed for what seemed to be the fifth time, your head pressing up against the library book you were searching for. You couldn’t find what you needed for your essay, and this had been the third book you had pulled off the shelf. You rubbed your eyes, flinching as someone nudges your arm. You furrowed your brows and quickly looked over, spotting Montana, your roommate who had yet to leave your side, and her pretty smile. 

“Once you're done,” she said, “Xav and Chet wanna meet up by the cafe.”

You groaned softly and let your head fall back on your book. “What time is it?” you asked. 

“Almost six. If we leave now, there might still be something good left.”

You knew she was right. As Montana started to get her things ready, you stood up and stuffed what you brought with you back into your backpack. You then grabbed a couple other books, taking them up to the counter and checking them out. 

“Is that even what you needed?” Montana asked, popping her bubblegum as she came up beside you. 

You just shrugged. You didn’t even know what you needed, but at this point, anything would have been better than nothing. When the librarian handed you back your student card, you stuffed it into your pocket and grabbed your books. Montana took a hold of your elbow and led you out of the library. The two of you trekked over to the building that held your cafeteria, noting that there weren’t actually a lot of people inside at the moment. It was odd. Six to seven were usually the busiest hours, but you weren’t about to complain. 

Montana got in front of you, swiping her card to get her meal for the evening. She got your card out of your backpocket, after realizing it might be hard for you with all the books you had in your hands. 

She handed the cook your card, and just as she was swiping it, a strong hand came down on your shoulder. You flinched, quickly looking back with wide eyes, only to see a grinning Xavier. 

“If I would have dropped my books—”

“—you didn’t,” he said, sticking out his tongue in a teasing manner.  He grinned at you, handing the cook his own card as Chet got his card ready.  Montana stuffed yours back into your pocket.  

“Wanna sit towards the windows?” Montana asked, grabbing a hold of your elbow again.  You nodded, following close behind her.  

Xavier came up right beside you, taking a couple of the books from you and sitting them down on the window seal.  “What are these for?  The fu—Nicomachean Ethics?  What the hell is that?”

“It’s for my philosophy class,” you huffed softly, sitting your book bag down on your chair.  “I don’t even know if I can use that.”  Your eyes slightly widened as you looked over at Chet.  “You’re in my philosophy!  What are you doing for your essay?”

Chet blinked slowly at you for a moment before he spoke.  “I haven’t started.”

You let your head fall back, closing your eyes.  

Xavier poked your arm.  “Come on.  Let’s get food and then you can worry about that.”

You did as you were told, trudging up to the counters.  You got your favorites, and then you also went to the drink counter and got your favorite drink.  Before long, you were the first one to return to the table.  You sat your things down and then you put your bookbag on the floor, replacing the bag in the chair with your body.  You waited until your friends came back before you did anything else.  

Xavier sat beside you, closest to the window, while Montana sat directly across from him and Chet sat directly across from you.  

“Did you hear?” Montana excitedly began, sitting on the edge of her seat as her fork sunk into her salad.  “Kappa’s having their Homecoming party this Saturday.  It’s supposed to be the biggest one of the semester,” she spoke, looking over at you.  She sent you a smile.  “I would love it if you went with me, [Your name].”

“Uhhh, I dunno,” you shrugged, beginning to eat from your own plate.  “I don’t really do parties.”

“We’re all going,” Chet said, leaning back in his seat as he picked up a carrot off of Montana’s plate.  “Hell, even Ray and Brooke are going.  You’d be the only one out of us not going.  You’d really wanna be the odd one out?”

You rolled your eyes.  “Do you really want me to go?” you looked over at Montana, exasperated.  

It was almost as if you were the odd one out.  Your little group of friends, save for you, all came to college, knowing each other one way or another.  You just so happened to be Montana’s random roommate, and she slowly integrated you into their lives.  They each thought you were awesome, but it still didn’t make you feel any less out of touch with them, at times.  

Xavier leant over, his face close to yours.  You turned to face him, flinching slightly at how close he was.  

“What?” you asked, taking a piece of your food and shoving it at his mouth.  

He ate whatever it was that you had given him, sitting back in his chair.  “You should come.  It’ll be fun.  At least for a little bit,” he grinned.  “I heard they’re gonna have Kappa juice,” he said, looking over at Montana, who’s eyes brightened at the mention.  

“What’s that?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.  

“It’s like.  A bunch of alcohol.  No, a shit ton of alcohol all mixed together.  God, it’s supposed to get you hammered with one fucking cup,” Montana grinned.  

“And you wanna do that?” you furrowed your eyebrows.  

“Come on, [Your name],” she practically begged, launching herself over the table to take a hold of your hands.  “We’ll have Xav get you something like Smirnoff, so you can still drink but you won’t have to have Kappa juice.  How about that?”

You blinked slowly at Montana before you groaned.  “Fine.”  You looked over at Xavier, unable to stop your cheeks from burning.  “Could you…?”

He smiled and nodded.  

“I’ll pay you back,” you said, a relieved smile quickly forming on your lips.  “But,” you looked over at Montana, narrowing your eyes.  “I have to get this essay finished before Saturday.  So nothing else crazy.  Okay?”

Montana grinned and quickly nodded.  “Got it.”

You finished up your food before everyone else and you grabbed your book bag, looking at Montana.  “I’m gonna head back to the dorms.  I’ll try to finish this essay,” you sighed.  Picking up your plate and your cup, you looked at Chet.  “Text me when you start yours?”

When he nodded, you took your leave, unaware of the silent victory party Montana was celebrating.  

“This will be her first party,” she said, wiggling a finger in Xavier’s direction.  “Don’t do anything stupid.  And don’t let me see you hooking up with anyone while she’s there.  I’ll personally end you.”

Xavier grinned.  “Whatever.”

Montana rolled her eyes.  “I’m serious, Xav.  She really likes you, even though she won’t admit it.  It’s probably the only reason she agreed to come,” she laughed, leaning back in her seat.  

“Whatever,” he repeated, his smile only growing.  

[]

Saturday came sooner than you had anticipated.  Luckily, however, you had finished your essay just the day before, so you spent most of Saturday afternoon getting ready for this damn party.  

Montana came out of the bathroom, her hair done up nice and her makeup as perfect as always.  She looked over at you and grinned.  “How do I look?”

You looked over at her and grinned.  “Great.”

Montana laughed and went to grab her phone.  “They have a frat house.”

“I know.”

“I meant, that’s where the party’s gonna be.  You wanna walk or have Xav drive us?”

“I already owe him for the drinks.  I’ll just walk.”

Montana pouted at you but she nodded.  “Alright.  I’ll wear comfy shoes then,” she sighed, grabbing her purse.  “Are you ready?” she asked you.  

You looked at yourself in the mirror and you gave a hesitant nod.  “Yeah, I’m ready.  Do I look okay?” you turned to face her.  

You wanted to wipe that shit-eating grin off her face.  “Xavier would think you’re cute—”

“—what!  Could you stop saying shit like that!”

“It’s true, [Your name]!” she dramatically cried, grabbing onto your arms.  “You’re wearing his favorite color.  I should know.”

You sighed, remembering that the two of them did have a thing back in the day.  You shook your head and grabbed onto your friend’s hand.  “Can we go now?”

Montana smiled and led you out of your dorm.  

[]

Just moments after you left the dorm, you found yourself in front of the frat house.  It was already bustling with drunk students.  People were making out, dancing to the loud music, playing beer pong, and quite literally drinking so much alcohol that it probably wasn’t good for their organs.  

You stood close to Montana as she got a cup of whatever the hell Kappa juice was and you looked around.  You spotted Xavier and Chet, who weaved their way through the crowd.  Xavier smiled when he saw you, and you swore your heart skipped a beat.  

Xavier extended the case of Smirnoff he bought for you, and you thanked him by giving him a quick hug.  It felt like your heart had stopped at this point, and your cheeks burned red.  But that quickly diminished when Xavier hugged you back with a laugh.  

“You must be nervous!” he practically shouted over the loud music.  

You smiled and just nodded, eyeing the Smirnoff.  

Chet took one of them and opened it up for you, which you gladly took.  You sat the rest of the case down by the couch, where you knew you would be staying for the rest of the night.  

Montana came back over to you, grinning as she took a bite of fruit.  “[Your name], I know I begged you to come out here, but I’m gonna do it again.  Please, pleeease,” she came in front of you, holding out her cup.  “Try this.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, grimacing at the smell of alcohol.  “Uh, no thanks.”

“[Your name],” she pouted, staring you down.  “You should like.  Chug it or some shit.”  

You purse your lips, knowing that Montana wasn’t going to stop.  You took the red solo cup and braced yourself for the sting.  

“You don’t have to drink it,” Xavier said, frowning over at Montana.  

“Shhh,” Montana swatted his arm.  You had only been there for a couple of minutes, but Montana must have already drank quite a few.  

You ignored Xavier and downed the drink in a couple gulps, fighting back your watery eyes.  You coughed after you finished the drink, shoving the cup back in Montana’s hand.  

“Shit,” you breathed out, squeezing your eyes shut.  Whatever was in that drink was potent, all in itself.  You sat down on the couch, watching as Xavier walked off to get himself a drink.  

Montana grinned at you.  “Want another one?”  

She had already grabbed two cups.  Before you knew it, you were downing a second.  And then a third.  And then a fourth.  Two of the Smirnoff bottles were empty, thanks to you.  The rest had been taken by some other party-goers.  

Montana took your hands, forcing you to your feet.  The room began to spin and you held onto your roommate’s hands, stumbling slightly into her.  Montana just laughed at you, leading you to God knows where.  

Just a moment after she had forced you to walk into the kitchen, she left you standing there.  Some guy had offered her another drink, and she took it.  She was just as drunk as everyone around you.  

You stood in the kitchen, your head resting against the cabinet.  You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to shake the fuzzy feeling that ran all through your body. 

“[Your name]?”

You looked up, trying to figure out who said your name.  You spotted Xavier there and you grinned.  

“Xav…”  

“Shit,” he frowned at you.  “How much did you drink, sweetheart?” he asked, coming over to press a hand to your forehead.  You were burning up.  

“Hmmm,” you shrugged, not knowing the answer.  “Why aren’t you drinking?” you grinned, taking a step forward.  But that single step almost sent you tumbling to the floor—you were lucky that Xavier caught you.  

“I’m tonight’s designated driver,” he rolled his eyes.  “Come on.  You look like shit, [Your name].”

“Shhh,” you swatted at his arm.  “Don’t say that…”

He rolled his eyes, again, causing you to pout up at him.  

“God, you’re gonna be so hungover,” he breathed out, taking a hold of your hands.  He led you out to his van, getting you into the passenger seat.  “I’m gonna get everyone else.  We need to get you back to the dorm.”

“Wait, wait,” you quickly said, taking his hands.  “What time is it?” you grinned.  “It was just nine—”

“It’s almost three in the morning, [Your name],” he said, a dumbfounded expression crossing his features.  

You blinked at him, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.  You let him go, sitting back in the van’s seat.  

It felt like Xavier had been gone for hours, but in reality, it had only been a couple of minutes.  Leaving you alone probably wasn’t a good idea.  

You got out of the van, slamming the door shut behind you.  You leaned against it and breathed in the cool night air, closing your eyes.  

You didn’t notice the frat boy that came up beside you.  

He cleared his throat and you looked up at him.  He gave you a kind smile.  

“Hey,” he softly said, standing in front of you.  

“Hi…”

Something about him made you uncomfortable, but you couldn’t quite place it. 

The man came closer and he took a hold of your hand.  “You look like you’re completely fucked,” he let out a laugh.  “Maybe we should make that in more ways than one.”

You didn’t understand what he meant by that, and it still barely registered by the time he had slammed his lips against yours.  One of his hands quickly took ahold of your wrists and he held them above your head.  You weakly tugged, most of your basic abilities being dumbed down from the alcohol.  

“Wait,” you began, a look of panic washing over you.  “Wait, stop—”

He didn’t listen.  He continued on, his other hand grabbing the edge of your shirt.  

Tears began to form in your eyes and you began to say the only name that came to your clouded mind: “Xavier.”

He pulled back from your lips, rolling his eyes.  “My name is John.”

You realized that this might help you.  You repeated his name, again and again, to the point where John was getting pissed off.  He slammed your shoulders against the van, your head hitting off the glass window just behind you.  You gasped in pain, squeezing your eyes shut.  But then, the weight that was once on top of you was gone.  You didn’t dare open your eyes, afraid that the same person would be there, watching you.  

The sound of flesh hitting flesh met your eyes, but you couldn’t make much of anything else out of it.  

Someone came over to you and cupped your cheeks.  You quickly opened your eyes, your hands pressing against the chest of whoever was holding you.  

“Stop, stop,” you quickly said, your eyes wide until you recognized those baby blues.  “Oh.. Oh, Xavier,” you began, unable to stop your tears.  Xavier enveloped you into a tight hug.  

“Come on…  Let’s leave, okay?”

You quickly nodded and he helped you back into the passenger side, quickly buckling your seatbelt. 

[]

The rest of that night went by in a blur to you.  The only thing you remembered was waking up with Montana in the corner of the room talking to whoever the hell was in your dorm.  You quickly pulled the covers off of you, trying to get out of the bed as quickly as possibly.  Once your legs were untangled from the blankets, you took off to your bathroom, and practically fell right beside the porcelain bowl.  Everything that you had eaten the night before and everything you had drank came up that morning.  

“Gross,” Montana groaned from where she sat, looking over at Xavier and Chet.  “She really got that drunk?”

“Some of us can hold our liquor, Tana,” Chet nudged her with his sock-clad foot.  He sat at Montana’s desk, while Montana and Xavier sat on her twin-sized bed.  

Montana rolled her eyes.  “Next time, stop her,” she said, looking at Xavier.  “You were the DD, right?  Why didn’t you pay attention to her?”

Xavier looked at Montana in disbelief.  “You’re kidding, right?  I had to babysit how many last night?”

Montana blushed and she mumbled about something, grabbing her phone.  

When Xavier heard you flush the toilet, he got down from Montana’s bed and grabbed one of your towels.  He walked into the hallway that was connected to your bathroom and he hesitantly crouched down beside you.  

“Hey,” he softly spoke.  

Your head pounded, but Xavier didn’t hurt it as much as you thought he would have.  

You looked up at the man, tears rolling down your cheeks.  He reached forward with the towel and gently wiped them away.  

“How you feelin’, sweetheart?” he asked.  

“Like shit.”

“Fair,” he chuckled softly.  

“How much did I drink..?”

“Hell if I know,” he admitted.  Xavier dabbed the towel against your forehead, and around your mouth.  “Brush your teeth and then sit it on the counter.  You’re probably gonna get sick again, but after today, we’ll throw your toothbrush away.”

He went to stand, but you quickly grabbed his wrist, making him stay where he was.  

“Thank you, Xav.”

He looked at you in confusion.  

“For last night.” 

Xavier just smiled at you.  “Yeah…  No problem, [Your name].”

He went to stand again, but you stopped him once more.  

“I know I probably look so gross,” you winced at the thought of how you might look to him.  “And you probably don’t wanna be around someone that smells like a bar.  But please.  Just.  Stay.”

He watched you with soft eyes but nodded.  He sat back down on the tile floor, staying with you for as long as he could that afternoon.  

[]

You were mad at Montana, to say the least, but you knew you couldn’t hold it against her.  She was drunk when she pressured you into drinking, and you fell for it.  It was as much your fault as it was hers.  

That next day, the Sunday before your philosophy essay was due, Montana had left to go out to eat with Chet.  You had your dorm to yourself.  And you were glad.  

But you kept thinking back to Xavier.  

He literally saved you—you remembered that much.  And then, yesterday morning, he stayed with you, well into the later hours of the day.  You couldn’t believe him, for a second, but at the same time, it only made your crush for him grow.  

You laid back on your bed, staring up at the white ceiling.  You didn’t know if you should tell him at this point.  However, one thing was certain, there was a part of Xavier that had to care for you.  Sure, you were pretty good friends, but pretty good friends stop at some point with how much they help you.  At least, you were hoping.  

You sighed and rolled over in your bed, picking up your phone.  You had a couple of text messages from Xavier, and right as you clicked on one, there was a knock at your door.  

You groaned and got up from your bed.  Not even checking the peephole before you opened the door, you unlocked it and swung it open.  

Xavier stood there, a sheepish grin on his face.  

“You weren’t answering so I thought you were busy.  Uh,” he cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his throat.  “[Your name], I’ve been thinking.  And maybe it’s because of what happened the other night.  Seeing that guy touch you up made me so mad.  I don’t—I don’t ever wanna see another guy touching you like that, [Your name].”

Your eyes widened a bit as you stared him down.  “What?”

“[Your name], what I’m trying to say was, I’m sorry it took for a party and someone assaulting you for realizing that I should have asked you out sooner.”

Your cheeks burned once more, just like they did many times the past couple of days.  You looked up at him, biting the inside of your cheek.

“You, uh, do you have plans today?” he asked.  

You shook your head.  He smiled.  

“Let me take you out for lunch or something.  You, uh, probably wanna get out of your dorm, yeah?”

You thought for a moment before nodding.  “Yeah.”

Xavier smiled.  “Just, uh… just tell me I’m not crazy for thinking you like me back?”

“You’re not crazy, Xav.”

He smiled even more.  

“I’m sorry you had to see me drunk before you realized you liked me,” you couldn’t help but laugh.  

He blushed, shaking his head.  “Yeah.  That was dumb of me.  But, uh, now you know?”

You rolled your eyes.  “Don’t even start.  You sound like my philosophy professor.”

“What the hell—”

You just grinned, reaching into your closet to grab a coat.  “Let’s go, then.”

Xavier wasn’t lying when he said that—he did hate that it took such a build up for him to confess to you.  But at least he knew that you really did like him.  And the fact that you agreed to go out to eat with him made him feel even better about the situation, even if you still had a dull headache and his knuckles were all scratched up.  

[littledemondani]

what about xavier devouring the reader's drenched pussy after skinny dipping with him in the lake, the two of them soaking wet and aching for each other?? hhh

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: skinny dipping, oral (female receiving)

Word Count: 1K

A/N: This is everything I want with Xavier 😩 Also, it turned out a lot longer than I had planned. oops 🤭

//

“Xavier, what if someone sees? What if Margaret sees?”

“Well, then she gets a show. What is she gonna do, anyway? Kick us out of the camp? She needs us,” Xavier says as he takes off his signature purple jacket, tossing it onto the docks below him.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You follow suit, removing your acid wash jean jacket and the rest of your clothes. Xavier had brought up skinny dipping in the lake on the way up here, how the two of you would sneak off when everyone had fallen asleep. But that was before you met Margaret, the camp’s owner. She was the definition of a bible thumper, preaching and shoving her godly beliefs in everyone’s faces.

Her main belief being sexual intercourse outside of marriage was the ultimate sin, stating you all had to be abstinent. Xavier laughed it off and made fun of her, but something about her unsettled you. Made you feel like she wasn’t someone to mess with. However, it was late and she was probably already asleep, so, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

Xavier dives into the lake first, shaking his wet hair when he comes up. He turns to you, still on the dock, and does a ‘come here’ motion with his finger. You smile and jump in after him, swimming to meet him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, running his large hands up and down your back.

“I know you’re a little worried, but nothing is going to happen. Okay? I got you.” He leans forward, pressing his soft, plump lips to yours. The rest of your time in the lake is spent playing tag, racing to see who could swim the farthest (you won, of course), exchanging flirty/teasing glances, teasingly rubbing your ass against his hardening cock, him teasing your pussy with featherlight touches, small kisses that stopped once they got too heated.

You were pressing open-mouthed kisses to Xavier’s neck while your hand was wrapped around his thick, heavy cock, lazily stroking him. He tilted his head back, allowing you better access to his neck and groaning at the feel of your hand around him. He settled his hands on your ass, squeezing before swatting you. As much as he wants you to continue, he would much rather please you, wanting nothing more than to hear your sweet whimpers and soft moans.

He grabs your hand that’s wrapped around his cock, stopping your motions and whispers. “I want to taste you, babe. Come on, follow me.” He leads you to the dock, motioning for you to get on and lay down. He gets out after you, looking around to make sure no one is around before parting your legs and laying between them.

He gently nips, sucks, and kisses your left inner thigh, moving teasingly slow towards your cunt. He runs his tongue along your lips, a mixture of your arousal and the taste of the water on your skin filling his mouth. You peer down at him through thick lashes, your eyes meeting his piercing blue ones, darkened with lust.

“xav..” you breathe, squirming slightly as he continues to tease you, licking and sucking everywhere on your pussy except where you need him the most. he simply chuckles against your soft skin, hooking his arms underneath your thighs and pulling you closer to him.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He sucks on your outer lip for a moment before circling his finger around your dripping hole. “Always wanting to jump straight into it. But where’s the fun in that? Hm?”

He licks a broad stripe from your ass all the way to your clit, flicking the small nub only once, smirking at your frustrated whimpers when he doesn’t continue. You need him so fucking badly, need him to use his skilled tongue and mouth on your aching pussy. You try begging him, saying he was the only one who could make you feel good, the only one who could bring out the pretty moans that he loved so much, the only one who could make you dripping wet with just a single look.

You saw the change in his eyes, how much darker they grew with each word that came out of your mouth and you had him right where you wanted him. He ran his tongue through your folds once more before latching onto your throbbing clit, sucking feverishly. You let out a filthy moan, tossing your head back as you run your fingers through his damp bleach blonde hair. 

“Holy fuck, Xav. That feels amazing,” you say as you pull harshly on his hair.

He moaned against your clit, the vibration sending a shiver down your spine and settling deep in your abdomen. He moved down to your entrance, his tongue circling around your hole before dipping inside, his nose brushing against your clit.

Your eyes flutter as his tongue massages your spongy walls, bucking your hips against his face. He licked and sucked his way up to your swollen clit, taking it into his mouth and sucking once more.

The sounds coming out of your mouth, the taste of you on his tongue, the way you’re grinding against his face all go straight to Xavier’s already achingly hard cock. He pumps two fingers in and out of your cunt, bringing you even closer to your orgasm.

He feels your walls clenching around his fingers as he brushes them against that certain spot that makes you unravel. “You gonna be a good girl and cum for me, babe?” He asked, his voice raspy and thick.

You try to speak but all that comes out are whimpers and whines. each swipe of his tongue, of him fucking his fingers into you, of his lips wrapped around your clit, sends your orgasm hurling towards you.

With one more pump of his fingers, you cum, shouting his name without giving one single fuck about who heard you. He smiles as you cum, licking you through your orgasm.

He climbs up your body and kisses you passionately, rubbing the tip of his cock through your folds. “You really want to do this here?” you ask, quirking your eyebrow.

“Here..in the Vanta-c..against a tree..” he says as he pushes his heavy cock into you. “I’ll fuck you all over this goddamn place, in front of whoever.”

//

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[storiesforallfandoms]

a surprise at the lake ~ xavier; ahs 1984

word count: 1078

request?: yes!

“Xavier (Ahs 1984) imagine where the girl is another camp counsellor and she’s not really friends with him or his friends. Then he catches her skinny dipping in the lake and she teases him about the whole situation and he’s just speechless x”

description: when xavier decides to take a simple walk along the lake, he finds an...intimate surprise

pairing: xavier plympton x female!reader

warnings: swearing, not smutty but steamy, implications of smut

The councilors were extremely grateful to have that first night to fuck around before the kids arrived the next day. After their brief meeting with Margaret at the beginning of the day, they all knew they were in for a very strict summer. Luckily, Margaret was too busy that night getting ready for the next day to really monitor what was happening in the girl’s councilor cabin.

When he was happily warm and tipsy from all the alcohol he had drank, Xavier stumbled out of the cabin into the cool air. He hadn’t realized how stuffy the cabin began to feel in the cabin.

He walked the dock towards the lake that was behind the cabin. It almost felt warmer outside than it did inside the cabin. Xavier was half tempted to strip down to absolutely nothing and jump into the river just to cool down. However, he came to learn that someone had beat him to it.

(Y/N) was another councilor that was about Xavier’s age. He didn’t really know her, none of the group did. She seemed nice enough when they first met, kind of shy and reserved. She didn’t talk a lot, just enough to introduce herself. None of them had really noticed that she wasn’t in the cabin drinking with the rest of them, or really wondered where she was if not with them.

Her clothes were folded neatly on the dock, everything right down to her underwear. In the moonlight, Xavier could see traces of her naked body swimming along in the water. He wasn’t sure what to do, if he should leave or say something to her. He was pretty speechless really.

She reached the dock and put her hands on it to pull herself up, but stopped when she realized she was no longer alone.

“Oh, hey,” she said. She didn’t sound overly offended or anything that he was there. “You’re Xavier right?”

He nodded, not really able to do much else at the moment. She giggled as she pushed herself back into the water. “Sorry, it’s really warm out and this feels a lot nicer than putting on a restricting swim suit.”

Xavier nodded again. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him. “Cat got your tongue or something? Or are you a little too drunk to speak?”

Xavier shook his head, willing himself to speak. “N-No. I-I’m not all that drunk.”

(Y/N) laughed. “Yeah, sure. Well, don’t let me ruin your lakeside walk. I was just about to get out - “

“No!”

Even Xavier was surprised by the fierceness in his voice. He wasn’t sure what had come over him then.

That was a lie, he knew exactly what had come over him. He was standing here, looking at a girl he had just met who was drop dead gorgeous, swimming completely naked in the lake. It was just the two of them, everyone else was too busy in the cabin to really care about coming out. The last thing he wanted was for all of that to be ruined by (Y/N) getting out of the lake and putting clothes on. Who knew when the next time he’d get to see her naked would be, if he’d get to see it at all ever again.

(Y/N) looked confused at first, but then started to smirk as she realized why Xavier had protested. She swam back towards the dock and pushed herself up just enough to rest her arms on it, pushing her naked breasts together in an alluring way.

“What’s the matter? You seem pretty nervous,” she said in an innocent yet sexy voice. It was driving Xavier wild.

“N-nothing,” he stuttered. “I just thought why ruin your...you know you cooling down? You don’t have to get out on my account.”

(Y/N) giggled. “Really? How kind of you.” She eyed him up and down before adding, “You seem to be wearing a lot of layers there, you’re probably pretty hot yourself. You’re free to join me if you want.”

Xavier’s eyes grew in shock, and (Y/N) noted that they weren’t the only things to grow. She pushed herself off the dock again, making sure to give Xavier a nice view before submerging herself in the water.

Xavier was frozen in shock at first. This girl, who seemed so sweet and quiet not even 12 hours before, was now being so flirty. He could hardly believe it was the same girl. He had almost convinced himself that he actually was a lot more drunk than he thought, or that he was dreaming the whole thing up. He had to pinch himself to make sure it was all real.

Suddenly realizing that she had given him an invitation, Xavier quickly started shedding himself of his clothes, throwing them aside a lot more haphazardly than (Y/N) had. Without any hesitation, he jumped into the water. When he emerged, (Y/N) was laughing and he couldn’t help but exclaim at the cold.

“You didn’t warn me it was this cold!” he said.

“You’ll get used to it,” she assured him. “Welcome.”

“Thanks,” he said. The cold of the water had definitely made him sober up a bit, and he was happy to see that she was still in front of him, still naked and still inviting him in. “So...”

“So,” she repeated. “Are you gonna stay all the way over there, or are you gonna come over here?”

Xavier immediately swam over to her, pulling her close to him. Their skin made contact, causing any cold that either party felt immediately wash away. (Y/N) wrapped her legs around Xavier’s waist, and Xavier held the two of them up in the water.

“You really want to do this?” Xavier asked.

(Y/N) chuckled. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have asked you to come in with me. Do you really want to do this?”

Xavier cupped her face and pulled it to his, kissing her deeply and passionately. The kiss made (Y/N)’s head spin, in the best possible way. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she could taste the alcohol he had been drinking prior to their sudden rendezvous. Every inch of her skin that he touched was left tingling. When he pulled away, it felt as though he took her breath with him.

“Does that answer your question?” he asked her.

She nodded quickly. “We better hurry before anyone comes out.”

“Let them see.”

This was kinda shit lol