#Xavier Plympton X Reader

[shewrites444]

ghost [xavier plympton x reader]

[ inspired from ahs 1984, and of course written by me. super cheesy smut fic since i wrote this over a year ago and it has been sitting in my drafts, but why not post it for my ahs lovers. enjoy! ]

word count - 2.4k

[summary: the reader is a counselor at the former camp redwood, now camp meadow, and meets a very friendly, yet also flirtatious ghost during her first night.]

[warnings: dirty talk, oral, unprotected sex]

regardless of how much my mom and i argued, i continued to deny her stupid reasons to not work at camp meadow the summer. the second massacre of 1984 was not even in the current century, so i knew not to overreact about any possible harm coming my way. i loved a good thrill anyway, so maybe some stupid kids pretending to be the night stalker or mr. jingles would be the most enjoyable portion of the long week anyway.

after finally convincing my friend [y/f/n] to come with me, i was felt my decision was for the best. the drive was a few hours long and once we arrived, we were able to meet our fellow counselors and the head counselor, who seemed nice enough, and not very strict whatsoever.

"i'm going to try my hardest to make this week enjoyable for not only the kids, but the counselors as well." miss thompson smiled at us, nodding her head with respect towards the young group. "i know this place has a lot of bad memories, but with a new name, new cabins, and much more, we can make newer, better memories. if you guys have any concerns or questions, please let me know. i'm available anytime."

[y/f/n] nods, then raises her hand, which miss thompson acknowledges immediately. "what about showers? we haven't gone over that yet."

miss thompson told us we had to shower before midnight, to make sure we had hot water the next morning for the kids, in case they needed a bath or anything of the sort.

after taking turns one by one, i was last in line for my shower. i decided to wait until it was dark, so i didn't have any concerns about my friends coming to prank me with stupid, useless scares. they were all tired, cuddled up in their bunks and ready to prepare for the next morning, which would be extremely busy with the amount of kids the head counselor said we were expecting.

i grab my towel and a change of clothes, along with my razor, and made my way towards the showers. i set everything down before stripping off my baggy, light washed jeans and plain black crop top, then turn the water on, waiting until it's hot enough to step into.

i close my eyes, humming quietly to myself as i wet my hair, reaching over to grab the shampoo bottle. i squirt it into my hand, then sigh upon realizing it's all out.

"just fucking fantastic." i scoff, setting the bottle down and just deciding to shave instead. i grab the bar of soap and lather my right leg up, grabbing the razor and sliding it against my skin.

while doing so, i feel a cold gust of wind against my heated, wet skin, looking up with confusion as it suddenly stops. i shake my head, ignoring the situation and going back to my legs. after shaving, i set the razor down and glance to the shower next to me, seeing there was no shampoo in there, either. i really preferred to wash my hair tonight, knowing that it would be funky the next day, since we were expected to take the kids in canoes and swimming.

"looking for this?" i hear a low masculine voice, making me jump and squeak in surprise, turning around to see a blonde boy, dressed in a pair of white khakis and a teal sweatshirt, with a pair of white high-top converse. he had one silver cross earring, which hung on his right ear and shook as he stepped closer, holding a small shampoo bottle in his hand.

i blink numerous times, trying to fathom the fact that the boy was really there. he looked like he belonged in a different universe, or era, to say the least. i step closer and grab it from him, squeezing it in my hands to assure what was happening was actually real. i realize that if this is real, i'm bare ass naked in front of this random guy.

i snatch the towel from the sink, holding it over my body as my cheeks begin to heaten, and not just from the hot water. "who the fuck are you? and why the fuck are you in here while i'm showering?!"

he ran his fingers through his blonde highlights, laughing to himself, as if the situation was amusing. "well, i actually live here. i heard you and your buddies talking about the massacres that took place here earlier today. kinda disappointed you don't recognize me."

i wrap the towel around myself, stepping closer to him, and crossing my arms in complete confusion. "i'm sorry, but i don't think anyone just casually lives at camp meadow. this is like, a summer camp. i don't think it's legal to live here unless you own the camp, and the person who owns this place is a woman. so, i ask again, who are you, and why in the hell should i recognize you?"

"i'm xavier!" he yells in frustration, seeming offended i didn't know this infamous name. "xavier plympton. i was one of the few who were killed here in the '84 massacre. you haven't read up on the conspiracy there's ghosts here? you're looking at one from the 80's." he winks, watching as my eyes widen in shock.

"there's no way." i shake my head, looking at him from head to toe, completely flabbergasted by his unrealistic explanation. "ghosts can't just live here on earth forever, right? i thought you guys would at least go to heaven or hell, or something. not that i believe in that shit, but you'd at least go somewhere other than here."

xavier shrugged, taking a step closer to me, reaching his hand to my bare, wet shoulder. he smiled, sighing as he felt my skin. "i wish i felt like this again. being a ghost sucks sometimes. i feel so empty, so inhuman. i haven't felt someone so warm, so human, in years."

i pull back, pushing his hand off of me. "okay, um, xavier plympton. sorry to disappoint, but you probably won't be feeling this human ever again. now if you'll excuse me, i really need to wash my hair. thank you for the shampoo, but i seriously need you to leave."

he sighed, crossing his arms and lightly tapping his foot in annoyance at my resistance. "come on, [y/n]. i'm the whole reason you can even wash your hair. one more touch please, maybe on your face or something? it makes me feel normal again!" he whines, making a pouty face towards me.

"how do you know my name, weirdo?" i ask, looking at him with annoyance and a bit of confusion. "and no, you can't touch my face. if anything, that's the farthest from feeling normal. that's just being a creep."

xavier walked closer to me, "i do my research. i have nothing else to do around here, so why not eavesdrop on the new counselors before they're here forever like the rest of us, hm?"

my eyes widen as i walk back, hitting the shower water with my back, and feeling the towel begin to get soaked. i gulp, trying to scan him for any potential weapon. "well, if you kill me, then you won't be able to like.. touch my shoulder or whatever.. i thought you wanted to feel what it was like to be human, remember?"

he laughed, reaching to tug the side of the towel, biting his lip and looking up to meet our eyes. "i wouldn't hurt you or let anyone else do so, [y/n]. you're not like everyone else around here. you seem different, like you aren't afraid of a fucking stick breaking when you walk at night like those other pussy counselors. i mean, you came out here at almost midnight and showered all alone, so it's like you were practically begging me to touch more then just your shoulder.."

i blush, crossing my arms to make his fingers break from the fabric, breathing in and out rather heavily, as i felt my stomach turn at his words. "what would ever make you think i'd want you to touch me? maybe that's your brain, just because you've only had ghost pussy for like twenty years."

"maybe, instead, it's because you excite me." xavier snaps back with a flick of his pink tongue. he grabs the towel, slowly pulling it back off of me, then tossing it to the wooden floor. he grabs the shampoo, squirting some into his palm before lathering it up, gesturing for me to turn around. he sinks his fingers into my hair, beginning to wash it with soft, relaxing strokes from his fingertips. i close my eyes, practically melting at his touch and feeling my legs quickly drench with pleasure as he begins to kiss down my wet neck and soon to my bare shoulders.

this goes on for a few minutes, when he then helps to wash the shampoo out of my hair, and turns me back towards him. i watch him strip of his clothing, except for his light blue boxers, which showed off his stiff, hard length, poking directly towards my wet pussy.

i chew my lip, looking down at his length, before locking our lust-filled eyes. he moves closer to press his lips against my cheek, then smiles seductively.

"if i'm going to fuck you, i'd like to do so in a place more, comfortable. for the both of us, of course." he explains, taking my hand and pulling me away from the water. i look to him, raising a brow, and watching as he hands me the towel.

i follow him outside, as he walks towards an empty cabin, several down from the one i was staying in. i let him sit me down on the bed, where i pull the towel off of myself and set it on the dresser. i lay on my back, spreading my legs in his direction as he pulls his boxers down. he looks at me with a grin, chuckling as he walks over to shut my legs, making my sit up with complete confusion.

"thought we were going to have sex, xavier. not play games, right?" i chirp, looking at the blonde as he sticks two fingers in his mouth, then pins me back down, sliding them to my clit, answering my own question. so no sex yet, only some foreplay so far, which was absolutely fine by me.

he came off as a man who wanted to skip the foreplay, but the second he pumped his fingers inside of me, i was thankfully my interpretation was wrong. i gasp, letting out a loud moan as he began to finger me, curling his digits inside of me with each thrust, in and out.

xavier leaned down to latch his lips to my nipple, sucking softly for a minute before pulling his head up. he looks down at me, pleased with my moans, while he reads my lustful expression.

"the minute i saw you walk into this camp, i knew you'd been needing a good dicking, [y/n]. the way you looked at those other counselors when they were introduced to you.. you've been wanting someone inside of you for awhile now, and who better then me, hm?" he talked into my ear, his hot breath against my skin as he worked his magic inside of me. "i could fuck you so hard tonight you'd never wanna leave camp, baby. you'd be begging for my cock from when you wake up to when you go to sleep. i can already feel how good your pussy is, so i may be begging you for the same later.."

i glance up at him, then down to his hand, as he rapidly finger fucks my insides. i'm dripping at his touch, my juices sinking between my ass cheeks and his fingers, visibly noticeable as he pulls out of me, moving his index and middle fingers to my throbbing clit.

as he rubs, i moan loudly, my eyes shut while he motions himself in front of me. he kneels on the bed, using his free hand to line up his length with my pussy. he pushes himself in slowly, as a way to warn me of what's to come. he was big, and it was now very obvious as he had already filled a substantial portion of my insides with not even half his cock. i nod with reassurance, allowing him to push himself into me, so deep his balls were pressing against my folds.

xavier begins to thrust, pulling his hand away from my clit and taking a hold of my own hand, lacing his fingers with mine. he smushes our lips together, the kiss entrancing the both of us as we become one through a sinful, yet so beautifully pleasurable act.

"you feel so good, [y/n]... dead or alive, this is the best pussy i've ever had in my life.. i never want to stop fucking you, baby.." xavier compliments me, giving me a wink as he raises himself back up. he keeps our hands together, thrusting himself inside as he lets out small moans, and continues to speak his sexual, dirty words to me.

he looks down at me, watching as my tits bounce with each one of his rapid, fast-paced movements. "how do you like this cock, sweetheart? so thick and long for you, hmm? you make me hurt with lust, babygirl. you make me want to cum deep inside you."

"please, xavier. please cum inside me.." i moan, nodding as i look up at him, my mouth hung open as he rocks my body in the bed. "that's all i want right now, for you to fill me up so good.. i need you so bad.. i need you to fill my pussy.. fuck.."

"and that i fucking shall." xavier pushes inside of me with one last deep thrust, filling my walls with his warm, thick seed. he pulls out, a small portion of white trailing from his head and to my pussy lips.

i sit up, panting as i pull myself off the bed, leaning down onto my weak, shaking knees. i place my lips on the tip, sucking the excess down my throat. he shivers at my touch, moving one hand to cup my cheek and insist i stand back up.

"maybe tomorrow night you can reward me with head, baby. you've got a big day soon." he pecks my lips, handing me the towel off the floor. "so why don't you go clean up, again, and i'll see you soon."

i smirk, nodding as i wrap the towel around my top. "xavier, please join me. maybe i'll wash your hair this time." i wink, watching him pull his boxers up.

he laughed, shaking his head. "i hate to reject the offer, sweetheart, but i need my beauty sleep, too. go get some sleep, because tomorrow night will be far longer than tonight's."

i turn around, my cheeks burning as i open the cabin door and shut it behind me, walking back to the showers. i couldn't believe i had just let a ghost fuck me, and that ghost being the xavier plympton. maybe i'd have to stick around camp meadow for longer than this week after all.

[ a/n - i did want to mention i will be writing much more in a few weeks - finals and college/work in general has been consuming a lot of my time lately, but i am hoping to find some inspiration for new fics soon! ]

[chaos-is-beautifvl]

it’s been well over a year since i posted my writing in the ahs fandom. and, after a bit of searching the tags, i realized that the activity for michael langdon (in particular) has drastically decreased since i was last here

that being said, i have a couple stories that i never got around to finishing, as well as two series i left on hiatus. i, for sure, want to finish the series but let me know which one-shots you’re interested in. i would prefer to create stories that others are going to read and not just me

p.s. check out my other writing here and here (primarily michael langdon but also xavier plympton, duncan shepherd, and jim mason)

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𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐧:

✿ class reunions are overrated || outpost!michael

you think class reunions are overrated but a series of events following a certain blonde friend change your mind

✿ it’s called magic, darling || dilf!michael x teacher!reader

all the teachers have a crush on the hot dad with the adorable daughter but he only has his eyes set on one

✿ you’re not my friend

you and michael have to work together on a new project. michael is used to everyone falling at his feet, but he’s in for a rude awakening you could give zero fucks || inspired by therefore i am - billie eilish

✿ how did we get here?

you watch as michael changes into someone he’s not, leaving you questioning your relationship || inspired by decode - paramore

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:

✿ no body, no crime feat. detective!duncan shepherd || preview here

the good detective comes to you with a mystery he thinks he’s solved, only to discover just how wrong he is || inspired by no body, no crime - taylor swift

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

✿ a helping hand || fem!reader, set in the outpost

your meeting with langdon takes an awry turn when he brings up something from your past

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

✿ 1984 x Coven x Apocalypse crossover || fem!reader, implied!poc

the year is 1984, you’re on the road with your cousin and everything seems to be going well. however, it all starts going to shit as soon as you set foot in that camp

chapter 1: the start of a wonderful summer | chapter 2: what donkey? | chapter 3: cece and freddy

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[storiesforallfandoms]

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!

[austinstyles]

hopping on that last anon’s request for a friends to lovers but with whatever cody fern character ur comfortable with 😊

Hey anon thanks for your request. And I love the idea of making a friend to lovers. So I decided to do that with Xavier Plympton. Also just to say form the start I am going to remove the killers form the original AHS 1984. Because I am more comfortable with writing this fanfic without no killers in it. But they are still going to camp.(camp is mentioned) Also a disclaimer I have not seen AHS 1984, but I have seen some parts online. So I know what happens. But I will take my own spin on it.

Meant to be

 Pairing: Xavier Plympton x fem!reader.

 Description: the reader and Xavier go from friends to lovers. The reader has had a crush on him and finally they get together. Also has a happy ending. The group of friends just decided to have a fun summer out of LA.

Warning: kissing, drinking (responsible) also a little smoking. And spelling mistakes. Let me know if I miss anything.

1984

(after aerobics class/ parking lot)

Y/n pov

I just love doing aerobics, I found my passion for it 2 years ago. And I can honestly say found something that makes me feel like I belong. My friend Xavier also makes me feel like I belong. You can say that Xavier is one of my best friends. But I want to be more than friends with Xavier.

I am standing outside the aerobics studio after my lesson smoking in the parking lot. I only smoke cigarettes on occasion.

Soon I heard the door to the studio open, and I see my friends walking outside, with a dark haired girl. And they all walk up to me, i keep smoking until my cigarette is finished. I suddenly am only focus on Xavier beautiful eyes, I am lost in them.

Yes I have feelings for Xavier, I want to be more them friends with him. I have known him since we were both 15. And I just want to kiss his gorgeous lips with a burning passion.

“ Brooke this is our other friend y/n.” Montana said as she introduced me to this dark haired girl.

“ Nice to meet you Brooke.” I said as I wave at her. She seemed like an interesting person. And Brooke then gave me a smile and a wave.

“ So how long have you all known y/n?” Brooke asked my friends. So they all started to tell the stories of how they meet me. Then it was Xavier turn to tell our friendship story. “ Me and y/n have actually been friends since we were 15. And are still close.” Xavier said as he is smiling right at me. I smiled back at him.

But my heart feels like I want to be more than friends with Xavier, it kinda feels like I am in the friend zone with him. But I still am happy to have Xavier in my life. Maybe one day we can be more than friends. That is what I hope.

As my cigarette is finished I put it out on and stepped on it. I was getting ready to go to my car. As I see most of my friends and Brooke walking away and leaving the parking lot. Then I felt my shoulder getting taped. I then saw that it was Xavier and hat taped my shoulder. My mind is wondering all the things he can ask me. What if he actually wants to be more than just friends. Just like I want.

Xavier pov

As I am standing in the parking lot with my friends, my eyes are only focused on y/n. My heart is beating out of my chest every time I see her. But I don’t even know if she feels the same way. I enjoy being friends with y/n, but I also want to be her boyfriend.

I can’t deny that during aerobics classes I at times have been checking out y/n. All I want is to kiss her lips with a passion that we both contend to. As I see y/n about to leave to her car I just have to ask her something.

So I take my moment to tap on her shoulder, now we’re face to face. Maybe I can actually say the words that I really want to say.

“Y/n, I have been wanting to tell you this for some time. And I think now is the moment. I am in love with you. And I want you to be my girlfriend.” The words left my mouth. I finally confessed my feelings for the girl I love. My heart is beating so fast.

“Xavier, yes I want to be your girlfriend. I feel the same way about you. And I thought you wouldn’t feel the same way. But yes I want to be your girlfriend.”

Y/n just told me. And just a few seconds later we’re kissing. And it is so magical. I also think that going to be camp counselors with my friends and my new girlfriend is going to be fun.

Y/n pov

I can’t believe that me and Xavier are finally a couple. This is a dream come true, and I can’t believe that this is happening. And just in a few days our friend group is going to be camp counselors for some weeks of this summer. We decided that it could be fun. And know I am not only going to camp with my friends but also my new official boyfriend.

This summer is going to be fun, and I can’t wait. I finally convinced my feelings for the guy I liked also he likes me back.

At the camp

Xavier pov

We’re at the camp site, and it is very peaceful at the moment. And tomorrow the children are coming, this is going to be a great time.

After a tour of the camp and also learning all the rules, we held with what was needed. My eyes soon land on my girlfriend, that is helping carry the boxes to the kitchen. Still can’t believe we ended up together. And she makes me feel like no one has ever made me feel.

I can feel a spark when we’re together, and when we kiss it is like everything stops. I can’t imagine my life without y/n.

After everyone is done helping for the day we are just chilling out. Me and y/n decide yo go be alone, and just have some us time.

We’re kissing and my heart is beating out of my chest. This is meant to be. I am so excited to spend the summer with my friends and my amazing girlfriend. As we pull away form the kissing, y/n takes my hand and place it we’re her heart is.

“Xavier, my heart beats for you. I love you, and you and I are meant to be.”

Y/n tells me. Then I move my hand, and place y/n hand on my chest we’re my heart is placed.

“Y/n, feel my heart this is what you do to me. I love you. And were meant to be. This I believe with everything in my body.”

I said looking directly into y/n gorgeous y/e/c, and I see sparkles in this eyes. Can’t believe this is my real life. She is the best person I could ever ask to be my girlfriend.

Y/n pov

After me and Xavier had some alone time, we decided to go back to each of our cabins. I gave him a kiss to say goodbye, knowing we will see each other again tomorrow.

I am in the cabin I share with Brooke and Montana. Were just having friendly conversations and getting to know each other more. Well mostly Brooke getting to know me and Montana more, also we get to know Brooke more. I can see a friendship coming between me and Brooke.

This summer is going to me a great one. And I can’t wait to see what adventures we have in store.

And I can’t wait to spend my summer with Xavier.

Thanks for reading. And sorry that it took some time for this to be finished. I wanted to do my best. And I hope to write for for Xavier Plympton in the future. Also I might even write for him as a ghost. I hope everyone enjoyed reading this. I did try my best. And I hope to in the future at times write long fanfics, some times I just end up writing short ones. And if you want to longer Xavier Plympton fanfic I will definitely try at write one. Stay safe everyone and take care.

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Grace

Tag list (for AHS 1984): @morby

[chiptaylorsfirst]

A Little Twist

Word Count: 2,766

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x fem!Reader

Warning: Smut, pegging, mentions of sex toys, anal sex, slight praise kink, slight voice kink

Summary: Xavier wants to try a little something different that you just can’t resist.

You and Xavier were currently at the movie theater, watching what was deemed to be a horror movie. You rolled your eyes as you continued eating your popcorn. The movie was almost over but you couldn’t hide your disgust another while longer. “The bitch is supposed to be dead,” you said nonchalantly. Xavier only laughed at your boldness. “Oh my goodness. I didn’t know you could be so mean,” he said sarcastically. “I mean, you expect me to believe that she did all the stupid shit that she did and not die? Who is she, a vampire or something.” You sighed and shook your head dramatically, causing laughter to erupt from your boyfriend. “You should be the director, teach them well.” You shook your head as the credits came on.

“I would say it was a waste of time but nothing’s ever a waste when it’s with you, Xavier.” He smiled as he got up and took your hand in his. “Thank you, I feel the same with you, Y/N.” You got in his van, surprised that he started taking a route you didn’t know. “Where are we going?” He looked at you for a brief second. “My house.” You hadn’t expected that from him given the fact that he always went to your house and never took you to his. You never even knew what it looked like so now you wondered about what the two of you would do. “Xav, you’ve never taken me to your house before.” “I know,” he said contently. “What do you have planned?” He smirked.

“The usual of course but with a little twist just for you.” You already knew half of what he meant. Every time he took you out in this manner, it’d end with the two of you in his van or at your house, sometimes even outside having the best sex the two of you have ever had and blabbing a bunch of ‘I love yous’ to each other. You didn’t think anything more would be pulled from Xavier, given his personality and his trait of mostly always thinking with the part of him in the lower region. You were happy with him and more than satisfied with your weekly routine. You swore that it never got old but now that he mentioned the chance of trying something new tonight, your mind was filled with what millions of things it could be.

When you felt the van come to a stop, you looked at your boyfriend for clarification. “This is my home,” he said, getting out of the van and locking the door. You got out too, looking at the outside of it. It already was pretty on the outside and as he unlocked the door and opened it, you saw that the inside of it matched perfectly. You locked the door and looked around his house. “It’s so pretty.” He nodded. “I know right? I knew I loved it when I first saw it. It took me forever to make enough money to get it though.” A weird silence dawned on the two of you before you spoke. “So, what’s the twist that you have planned today.”

He thought before he said it, his cheeks turning red and his face obviously flushed. “I was wondering since we’ve been talking about it so much, maybe you could peg me,” he said nervously. You knew this wasn’t at all easy for him. He had told you about the old days when he did porn and when you mentioned the thought of pegging, he’d said that he wasn’t ready because of how much it reminded him of past memories. Although you didn’t want to, you gave up on the topic in hopes of the day he’d be ready for it soon. You were now mind blown by the fact that he was the one mentioning and requesting it and it wasn’t your idea now. You looked at him for a while. “Do you want that?” He nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been prepping for weeks now. It was a long process. I need you to answer yes or no,” he said in a joking manner.

“You’re serious?” “Mmm hmm.” You walked towards him. “Yes, baby. The answer is yes.” He smirked. “Mm kay, gonna come here and kiss me?” You walked towards him, watching as he lowered his head to kiss you. The kiss turned from soft and sweet to lustful and rough in a matter of seconds. Xavier basked in the sounds you made during the kiss and once it broke, he placed a hickey on your neck. “Babe,” you said. “What?” “I told you I have to see my parents tomorrow and look at what you’ve done.” He laughed. “Oh, I kinda forgot. It’ll be fine though. You can just cover it, right?” You playfully hit him on his chest, grabbing him by his head and toying with his sweet spot.

You nibbled on his neck and left multiple marks there in your wake as payback, pulling back to admire your work. “Xav, you look so good with my marks on you.” “So do you, baby. Wanna see my bedroom?” He put his hand out and you took it, following him down a couple of halls until you made it to his bedroom. You couldn’t lie, his room looked like how it would if you made his personality. It showed everything about him. Before you could compliment his room, he threw you onto the bed, a smile on his face at your surprised expression. 

“Sorry, baby. You were taking too long. Go ahead and tell me about how much you love this room.” “You knew?” He chuckled dramatically. “Girl, you were looking around for a while. You would’ve stared at it forever if I allowed you to.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Okay, your ego’s a little too high.” He threw off his shirt and got into the bed with you. “Yeah but you love it and you know you love it. Tell me you don’t?” You kissed him instead, breaking the kiss with a bite of his bottom lip. You didn’t expect to hurt him but you saw small droplets of blood drip from it. “Did you just bite me?”

“Mm hmm, you gonna do something about it?” He started to remove your clothes from your body. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna wipe that smile off your face after you peg me. You’re not gonna be able to walk well enough to go see your parents tomorrow. As a matter of fact, you should go and call them, let them know you won’t make it there.” You’d be lying if you said that that little sentence he gave didn’t make you hot and bothered. It made you want him even more and you were a bit upset that you wouldn’t get the feeling of him fucking you as soon as you wanted. Once he was finished stripping the both of you naked, he flipped you on top of him.

“Go look in the top drawer to the right and see which one you like the most. I didn’t know exactly what to pick so I kind of used some money on it from a play I was in.” You got up, opening the drawer and your jaw dropped. Your boyfriend basically bought a whole sex store. “Babe, it’s a lot,” you said. “I know. I picked everything that I liked and I couldn’t just pick one.” Your eyes trailed over dildos, strap ons, and vibrators. You saw some ropes and ties and looked up at him. “All of this for you?” “Of course not, baby. Most of it is going to be used on you.” You felt butterflies as you looked over the few strap ons in the drawer. You picked the one that reminded you most of Xavier’s length and grabbed the lube.

“Next time you go shopping, please let me join.” “Noted,” he said in response. You struggled with putting the harness on, looking at Xavier desperately. He got up to help you, strapping it correctly then placed a kiss on your cheek. He laid down on the bed in the same position he was in before, beckoning you with his finger to go to him. “Come here, Y/N.” You did as he asked almost immediately, getting into the bed and lubing up the toy. You then grabbed his legs to get him in a suitable position, lubing up his little hole. “How does that feel? You aren’t uncomfortable are you?” “No, it feels good.”

You said a hushed ‘okay’, nervous that you were going to do a bad job. The only time you had thrusted at all was when you did aerobics which was mostly in Xavier’s class. You saw him look at you a couple of times and now you couldn’t help but wonder if that was what compelled him to try this. Did he think you were good at it? “You’re nervous,” he stated matter of factly. “Yeah, I’ve never done this before.” He smiled at you. “It’s okay. I’ll tell you what to do if you need any help. I kind of have a lot of experience in this department because I fucked people numerous amounts of times.” You laughed and relaxed a bit, now focused on pleasing your boyfriend. You slipped it in, your hands around his thighs keeping him spread open.

“Fuck, that feels pretty good.” “Yeah?” He nodded his head. You started at a slow pace, listening to the volume of Xavier’s voice and noting what made him get louder. You saw that he enjoyed rough and deep strokes but it didn’t look like the pace mattered for him. Eventually, you got to the point where it was no doubt that he was enjoying what you were doing. “Could you go a little faster and look me in my eyes?” You did as he asked, speeding up the pace to a medium one and looking into his eyes as you fucked him. He looked blissed out. Soft moans and groans escaped him as you continued. You started to kiss different places on his body.

“Good?” You accidentally did a rougher thrust than you expected and looked up at him. “Mm, do that again.” So you did and his moans were downright sinful. You made sure he could feel every inch, wrapping his legs around your waist to get a better angle. “Ugh, you’re so good at this.” You were concentrating on every sound and reaction that came from Xavier. You were enthralled by him and only him. He’d been focused on praising you and reassuring you that you had indeed exceeded his standards but that mission was slowly withering away as you made him a small moaning mess under you. Pretty soon, he couldn’t form coherent sentences and he was putty in your arms. “B-Babe, Y/N.”

“Yes?” “I’m really cl-close.” You kissed the area underneath his jawline then whispered in his ear. “Go ahead and cum for me, Xav. It’s not like I’m gonna stop you.” He did just that, his beautiful thighs trembling around your waist. When you calmed him down and he was brought down from his high, you licked up the cum that spurted on him, loving the taste of him on your tongue. “You enjoyed yourself?” “Uh huh but we’re not done.” Your eyes widened. “We aren’t?” “This is just the beginning.” He came behind you and undid the harness and threw the strap on onto the floor. “You won’t be needing this anymore,” he said, his voice almost sinister. He pushed you flat against the bed.

“Xavier,” you said, practically pleading with him. “Yes, sweet girl?” Your heart fluttered at the name. “Um, I-I’m shy.” You didn’t understand why you were so scared all of a sudden. You had engaged in sex a dozen of times with Xavier, each time equal or surpassing to the last. You just weren’t used to this type of demeanor he had today. It was as if his whole aura just switched. “Why are you shy? We’ve done this like thousands of times. Don’t tell me that you’ve decided you aren’t attracted to me anymore or what we’re doing is a terrible thing and you want to rethink your life choices. It isn’t that is it?” You were a little relieved. That certainly sounded like something your boyfriend would say.

“You’re just not like this usually.” He smirked. “So I’m making you nervous, Y/N?” You nodded, afraid that your voice would crack if you spoke. “You want me to stop? I mean, I’ll stop if you’re uncomfortable.” You buried your face in your palms. “No, keep going. I like it.” He smiled before laying down with his back flat on the bed. “Come here and get on top of me.” You attempted to follow through with what he asked but he turned you and made you face the wall, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Like this, okay?”

You didn’t respond, just lowered onto him, enjoying the feeling of being filled to the brim by him. You started slow, taking the time to cherish every feeling you experienced during the moment. It didn’t take long for you to let out moans of his name as you bounced on him. “Feels good?” You could hear the amusement in his voice as he blatantly mocked your actions a while ago. “Y-Yeah.” His lips were at the shell of your ear as he easily thrusted upwards into you. “You know, I really mmph, fucking love you.” You were gradually increasing the speed. He was enjoying this way too much. He knew how much you loved to be praised and he’d abuse it every single time. Your pussy involuntarily clenched, making your boyfriend groan. “You make such pretty sounds, Y/N.” “F-Fuck, I love you, I l-love--” 

Your sentence was cut off by Xavier’s hand coming around you and wrapping around your throat. His grip was gentle but strong. You were caught by surprise from it and it made you even more aroused. “You’re such a sweet thing, so compliant.” You were getting closer and closer each time he had something that he needed to whisper into your ear. He nibbled your ear and you squirmed, moving away from him but still feverishly bouncing on his cock. Your body couldn’t make up its mind and the sight brought your boyfriend joy. He didn’t need to be inside you. Just hearing your moans would’ve been enough for him and they were starting to become too much. 

Both of you were close and it didn’t take anything but a small movement of your hips and his for the two of you to crumble. You were a trembling mess in his lap, your legs starting to give out beneath you. Your orgasm came crashing down like a hurricane, making you let out broken sentences and pleas of Xavier’s name. “Mm, you s-sound so good.” Your noises were what did it for him, making him cum and his hands wrap tighter around you. He rode out your highs then you weakly got off of him. You laid on his chest, cuddling with him as you let out an exasperated sigh. “Fuck, Xav. That was amazing.” He beamed with confidence. “Mhm, I know.” There was a short silence before you spoke again. “So, did you watch me doing hip thrusts all the time?” He chuckled at the question. “Well yeah. For a moment I got jealous of how good you were at it.” You kissed his cheek, satisfied with his answer. “Xav, what am I gonna tell my parents?” 

“Tell them you were out with friends and got a terrible migraine that just won’t go away or that you’re feeling under the weather and you don’t think you can make it.” You shook your head. “That’s not really believable considering the fact that I barely ever get sick.” He thought for a moment. “Food poisoning, salmonella maybe?” You smirked at him. “Baby, yes. You’re a genius. Now, if only I could walk.” He laughed at that. “I’ll just call them and tell them myself.” You got nervous from his sentence. You’d been keeping your relationship a secret and you were afraid for them to know. “It’s okay. I’ll just be a gay friend who’s taking care of you. I’m really good at this.” You calmed down some. He had made the call and crawled back in bed with you. The rest of the day was filled with cuddles, conversations, and more and more orgasms.

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i DO NOT want to write today so send me some asks for headcanons or imagines or whatever and ill try to write something

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chris redfield | resident evil

leon kennedy | resident evil

duncan shepherd | house of cards

michael langdon | american horror story

xavier plympton | american horror story

[galaxybabe2000]

Fetish Thomas Browne X reader pt2

Warnings : fluff, short summery

Every since Thomas and y/n browne had both welcomed, their y/d/n into their lives. As life was the busiest y/n feeding her daughter, the four including their son. Edward had all gotten along as Edward helped his, mom with looking after his sister. And also then that their lives had changed as Thomas, arriving home home with their son. While y/n puts the baby asleep Thomas he seen, how exhausted y/n was and he had. Insisted on taking care of their daughter and also, y/n can relax while she does something. To keep her busy as Thomas and y/n had both finally, happy together happily forever.

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Pet III

Michael Langdon x Reader (x Xavier Plympton)

Summary: Michael is planning the new world, and Xavier is worried because you have been sick again.

Both Xavier and Michael knew just how strong you were, you proved it in the Outpost as well.

And yet, the strongest person and you were in bed once again. You were constantly sick, throwing up, and being dizzy.

Michael called a doctor, but he was three days away from you so you had to wait for him to get there.

"Maybe she ate something." Xavier was pacing up and down in the room while Michael tried to type on his laptop. "Why are you not worried?" Xavier snapped and looked at Michael, who slowly turned to the blonde, it sent a shiver down Xavier's spine. 

"I am worried, very much. But pacing and repeating the same thing won't help her." Michael closed his laptop, it made Xavier gulp and take a step back. "We went through all, food, water, bacteria, witchcraft, and you know it."

"I know, but-"

"No buts! You are making me angry, Pet." Michael turned back to his laptop as Xavier let out a loud huff. At least this time, he didn't choke him. 

One time, Michael got so angry with Xavier when he left you all alone, Michael had to punish him.

Xavier found it infuriating that Michael seemed like he didn't care about you. 

But it wasn't true. He only worked because he would worry about you every second. It was actually your idea for him to go back to his work, because he worried too much, you had to make him leave.

Xavier sat down on the bed watching you as you read a book, you looked better.

"You worry too much." you said looking at Xavier.

"It's like he doesn't even care." he said with a pout and a whisper so Michael wouldn't hear him.

"Of course, he cares. But he is actually worse than you so I had to make him leave." 

"What do you think is wrong with you? Another curse?"

"I don't think it's a curse this time, I have a feeling but I want the doctor to confirm it, so I'll wait." Xavier ran his hand over yours smiling at you before he nodded. "Can you bring me some tea please?" you asked as he nodded.

Xavier wasn't a servant, he knew that. But he still liked to do things for you. Xavier was so incredibly in love, even if he knew you will never be his, being around him is enough for him.

Xavier climbed into the bed, placing his head in your lap as you continued to read and played with his hair.

You two fell asleep like that before Michael joined you as he slept on your chest.

You loved to sleep like this, surrounded by love and care.

The doctor arrived the next day.

"What are they talking about?" Xavier was pacing, walking up and down in the room. "You have a good hearing!"

"Sit down already." Michael was getting angry, not only did you ask them to leave the room when the doctor arrived but he couldn't hear you.

Why were you blocking him?

"Michael! You have a good hearing, you can read people's minds!" Xavier finally sat down in the chair in front of Michael.

"She's blocking me out, I cannot hear anything."

Xavier's eyes went wide. WHY were you hiding, what were you hiding? You did hint that you might know what the problem is, maybe you have some terminal disease. Xavier was thinking of the worst when he heard the door open and both he and Michael rushed to catch the doctor.

The doctor didn't give them any straight answer, instead, he told them to go and ask you before he rushed off, clearly scared to death.

And they did.

You were standing, ready to leave the room and talk to them when they barged in, almost tripping over each other.

"My Queen, what-the doctor refused to say anything."

"I have great news, My Love and I wanted to be the one to tell you. It looks like I'm pregnant."

The word scared Xavier but Michael smiled. A genuine smile which not many people saw in their lives. Xavier thought this really was the end, the Antichrist, smiling.

You being the reason behind his smile every day. 

"Are you really?" Michael asked as he rushed to hug you. "Thank you," he said as he smiled into your hair.

Xavier felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He knew he wasn't supposed to, he knew his place, but he was still jealous. Extremely jealous.

But he understood, he knew. And he tried to be happy for you.

So, he decided to be a good pet and leave you two alone for the time and just go outside to think.

And thinking he did.

He had no choice, he was bounded, if he leaves, he dies, not like he had anywhere to go.

Meanwhile, you and Michael had a nice moment in the room, just the two of you, pure love.

"I can't believe it. We are going to have a baby."

"Yes, we are, I had a feeling but I wanted the doctor to confirm it." you smiled, eyes shining with love.

"This is why you said that everything will be fine." Michael was sure he never smiled so much in his life. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Michael." you two kissed.

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Xavier was still outside, waiting for you two and you finally got out of the room.

"Aww, Xav, don't pout." 

"Am not." he said, pouting. You laughed slightly. "Congrats on the mini Antichrist."

"Thank you." you were too happy to notice he meant it in a bad way, but Michael didn't. But the smile on your face made him not act out. "You will have a new play-date soon, at least you will have someone to sleep with." Xavier not often had the chance to sleep with you, he often had to sleep in a separate room.

"So, I'll be your in-house babysitter." 

"YES." You laughed. 

You honestly didn't see anything wrong with this, even if you knew about his feelings, you weren't his.

And throughout the years, Xavier just couldn't accept that. But he had to, especially now.

Seeing you so excited and happy for this baby, Xavier couldn't stay grumpy, even when Michael had a little chat with him.

"The baby is mine, you are only her pet, you knew that from the beginning, so stay in your lane. I'm her husband and the father of her child. But if you continue with this behaviour, she will notice and feel bad which is not going to be good for either of us." 

Xavier understood, he also saw the changes in Michael as your stomach grew. For the Bringer Of the End, Michael was soft with you, being overprotective was an understatement. He kept everyone away from you except for Xavier, he was the only one besides him to be able to approach you.

You had a feeling Xavier would feel bad. But you also knew that you needed to keep the barrier. You loved Xavier, you really did but your love for him was different.

You belonged to Michael, your heart, body and soul were his without any doubt. 

But you also loved Xavier and you didn't want to make him feel bad about the situation.

Yes, you will have a baby with your husband, but it didn't mean that you will ignore him, you showed that to him, or tried to, by maintaining the same relationship you had.

You talked to him the same, and as your belly grew, you didn't change one bit.

Sure, your motherly instinct grew and you were more emotional, but it was normal.

One evening, you were already into your sixth month when you were listening to some music, slowly swaying with Michael while Xavier watched.

And just as another song began, Michael gave your hand to Xavier. Xavier looked at him, confused. 

"I have some work. Dance with her." he said.

Xavier didn't need to be told twice, he grabbed your hand and started slow dancing with you.

That was the moment Xavier felt the best.

To be able to hold you, with Michael's permission meant everything to him.

And somehow, all three of you knew, at that moment, that this is going to be fine.

You are all going to be fine.

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twilight zone | ahs 1984 ; x. plympton

TAG LIST BABES || RULES + FANDOMS || GOT A QUESTION/HC REQUEST? || MASTERLIST POST

CHAPTERS ; 

AUTHORS NOTES;

I feel like I never told anybody how much I loved the season 1984 from American Horror Story. Or Xavier. This whole yen to write for him rose earlier - around July tbh, and Idk, this might be a thing and it might not be a thing. We shall see. I do know I at least wanna attempt to squeeze some filth out of this before I call it quits but who knows where this one is going bc spoiler alert, it's not me. I do not know. This just came a while back and I found it in my drafts, thought I'd share.

I guess, what i'm saying here, if you wanna see more, you know what to do? Or not? Idek, man. Legit do not know how to feel about this one. On the one hand I love it, on the other hand me is scaredt.. Me is scaredt that this could turn real fuckin dark, real fuckin quick.

-Ashes

SUMMARY;

-- trapped at a haunted camp (portal to hell) to help rebuild it is not how you were planning to spend your Fourth of July week. But here you are. Might as well make the most of it, right?

aka, this is the one where you're helping prep to reopen Camp Redwood. But that's not gonna go horribly wrong... Right?

PAIRING;

Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader of vaguest descriptors if any.

WARNINGS;

not gonna lie or sugarcoat it. Sex, drugs, alcohol, a very toxic relationship with the ex who happens to also be present. possibly murder, idk yet.. for now, we'll just go with sex, dr*gs (we*d), alcohol and being trapped away from civilization with a very toxic ex. And Xavier. Xavier is his own warning, golden retriever murder boy he may be.

TAGLIST;

There is nobody on this one. If you'd like a tag, please click the link at the top of the post. I will be writing for 84 as well as other seasons.

OTHER STUFF;

Uh... This might get a little bit dark? If I keep going that is. If I keep going it could get dark. Read with caution. I'll be more descriptive in any future warnings for posts of this. I plan to write one more part, we'll see.Also, also.. setting is now, the year of our lord 2022.

“Tell me they’re not… No, no. They better not be reopening this hellhole.” Montana’s mumbled words draw Xavier’s attention away from where you stand, leaned against the side of a lifted SUV that was driven by some asshole in a muscle shirt with a backwards facing baseball cap. You’re upset and he’s not sure how he knows, he just knows. The asshole in the muscle shirt says something about you being in a bitchy mood and he yells out loud, making his way over to a similar lifted vehicle.

Xavier knew it was coming, that fucking real estate agent blew through the week before and there was lots of whispering and talk about rewriting the narrative, making Camp Redwood a happy place and when he’d heard it, he wanted to laugh until he cried because the fucking place is evil. Tainted.

“Are you even listening to me, Plympton?” Montana asks, nudging him in the side. But then she spots him staring in the distance and her gaze settles where his is fixed so intently. “You know what’ll happen, you fucking idiot.”

Xavier finally pulls his gaze off you and drags a hand over the back of his neck. “I wasn’t even thinking about it, okay? I’m not fucking stupid.”

Montana scoffs because somehow, she doesn’t believe him one bit. Of everyone trapped and doomed to spend their afterlife in Camp Redwood, Xavier has struggled the hardest.

She places a hand against his bicep. “Come on, doofus. Lets just get you away from temptation, yeah? Before you wind up mopey and heartbroken and shit.”

But then, just as he’s walking away, you catch sight of him. And you rub your eyes as if you’re seeing things. And you shake your head. Before Xavier can come to you, Montana’s grabbed hold of him and blipped him up into the cabin farthest up in the grounds. Away from the cabins below.

Lavinia Richter knits her brows in concern. “Oh dear. What’s wrong, sweet boy?”

Her son looks up at Xavier and shakes his head. “I heard ‘em too. Stay the hell out of sight, kid. I mean it. It’s for your own good and their safety. We’ll work harder t’ make sure that bastard Ramirez stays trapped and can’t roam as much as usual.”

“It’s only a week.” Ray speaks up from the doorway and Chet nods solemnly. “Lot can happen in a week, man. Didn’t take this shit we’re stuck in more than a day or two, remember?”

“Yeah, well.”

Down below, you’re wandering around. Trying to find the guy you thought you saw earlier. Trying to blow off steam because once again, Seth is being a complete prick. You spot the dock and the sunlight glinting off the water and it’s so hot that you can’t resist taking a dip.

You make your way down and shed your cutoffs and the tank top you’d been wearing and you dive into the cool water of the lake. When you resurface, you happen to catch sight of a rundown cabin off in the distance on a high slope. And you’re almost certain you’ve seen someone standing in the window. A woman with bright platinum hair.

From the dock, Seth yells out to you and you ignore him because you’re just not ready to deal with him yet, continuing to splash around in the lake instead. Seth strips down and dives in with you, popping up while your back is turned and you scream when he covers your eyes.

You’ve heard all the stories about this place. You’re not sure why you agreed to come out and rebuild it after hearing everything that went down. But here you are.

“Jesus Christ, Seth.”

He laughs and teases you. “Such a little baby.”

“Asshole.”

“Aw c’mon. Don’t tell me you believe that haunted camp bullshit like Colin and Phoebe.”

You don’t answer because you’re too busy scanning the shore because you’re almost positive you’ve seen the same guy you saw minutes after your arrival and you’re almost sure you saw him sitting on the shore. Staring at you intently. Like he’s watching you.

Seth is starting to get handsy, his usual trick of sex to make you forget whatever shitty thing he’s gone and done and you swat his hands away, giving him an irritated look. “Stop it, Seth. No.”

“Aw, c’mon, darlin. Nobody will ever know,” he mumbles as his finger trails over your panties just below the dark surface of the water and you try to squirm away, “All I have to do is pull your bottoms to the side.” he’s trying to kiss your neck and you finally shove him off.

“You didn’t just forget a date this time, asshole. You fucked our roommate. In our bed. Fuck off, Seth. We’re done.”

He throws up his hands and calls out calmly, “You say that until Captain Morgan gets involved, babe. You’ll be back. I’m the best you’ll ever have. You even said it yourself.”

“Fucking six seconds lasting motherfucker, I hate you.” you grumble under your breath as you hurry to re-dress and get as far away from Seth as you can manage.

In your annoyed huff you find yourself body to body with him.

The guy you’ve been catching glimpses of all day long. And he’s all sweet smiles and baby blues dancing over your body. Biting his lip.

“Can I help you, sir?” you ask, stepping away a little because he’s migrated closer to you.

Xavier sighs. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Yeah, kind of figured that one out for myself. Now I’m stuck and when I do leave, if I can’t get an Uber, I’m spending four hours trapped in that piece of shit over there,” you point to the jacked up SUV and continue as you rub your forehead, “With that piece of shit out in the water.”

Xavier shakes his head and it’s almost sad in a way because he’s just got a really, really weird feeling about the group of you showing up here. Now.

“None of you should be here.”

Your brow raises. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You can’t tell me you don’t know what the fuck you’ve walked into, kitten.” Xavier responds. Seth has caught sight of you both and he’s angry, heading straight for you.

“The fuck is this shit, huh?”

You grumble. You’re also clinging a little closer to his body and Xavier can’t help the way it overwhelms him. He’s been so long without some kind of physical touch. It’s driving him fucking insane. And you seem scared of the guy barrelling towards you both. Maybe more angry than afraid, but that fear is there and it’s got your eyes a little wild, a little bigger. 

Xavier slips his arm around you and plasters on his best smirk.

“Gonna stop you now, meathead.” he speaks up, voice smooth and calm as silk and you can’t help but notice that somehow, it’s got you both a little wet and slightly afraid at the same time. Because there’s something dangerous in that voice and the way he’s smirking. “I’m taking your girl.”

Seth chuckles. “Mhm, right. You’re not even her type.”

You speak up before you can stop yourself. One wrong word and the asshole will abandon you out here in the middle of fuckin nowhere and you know it. He’s done it before.

And in that moment, you realize that you’re pathetic. You keep letting Seth sweet talk you and love bomb you until you’re back to the same vicious cycle and it’s been this way since at least junior year of high school. But you’re finally ready to call it quits. For good. Because he might’ve been an asshole up to this point but up to this point he hadn’t cheated on you. And then been callous enough that he didn’t bother hiding it after the fact.

And you weren’t going to take anymore of it.

“Actually, dipshit..” you speak up and Seth’s gaze settles on you. “Go on then, have your fun. Fuck this out of your system, get even with me.”

“We’re over this time, Seth. I’m being serious.” you respond. And it’s so calm that Seth looks just a little panicked. After he walks away to sulk, you take a few ragged breaths and collapse onto the bank. A hand thrown over your forehead. On the one hand, it feels as if you’ve lost his exact body weight in bullshit and baggage. On the other hand, you’ve managed to fuck yourself out of a way home at the end of the week.

Xavier stands there, arms folded. Gazing down at you.

“Are you okay, darlin?” he sinks down to sit beside you.

“I will be.. I think. I mean as soon as I fucking hitchhike four hours home at the end of the week.”

,, If you live til then.” Xavier thinks to himself solemnly.

You prop on your elbow and turn to the side, raising up to look at him. “Are you with Habitat?”

Xavier wants to tell you the truth but he knows that’ll do him no good just yet. Maybe in a day or two. After the usual weird shit happens and you all notice it and begin to panic and react accordingly. Then maybe you’ll at least listen to reason if he gets a little closer.

And he can tell himself this is his only plan, to keep you safe, but deep down, he knows it’s because he wants you. Not forever.

For now.

So when you repeat your question and he’s finally not distracted enough by your pillowy lips to answer, he flashes you his best charmers smirk. “Yeah.” he laughs. “I uh.. Signed up for it late.”

You smile and nod. “Awesome.” but in the back of your mind something feels off. Between the cryptic statement he made earlier and the dangerous vibe you're kind of picking up from him, something just feels off.

“My name is Xavier, by the way, darlin.” he introduces himself, chuckling because he’s been out of humanity for so long it’s as if he’s forgotten all the manners beaten into him at a young age. He stands and holds out a hand to help you up and warily, you take it.

Something about his name sounds familiar but you don’t say anything.

Because right now, you’re just grateful he got rid of Seth for you. And he seems like a nice guy, even though you can feel the danger as it radiates off of him.

But you’re on defensive right now.

Maybe you’re just being paranoid.. Right?

[angelelliee]

Hey yall so I apparently deleted this entire thing and now I must remake it. Im so sorry for any confusion! :(

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Michael Langdon

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[holdlovewcare]

brooke thompson thoughts <3

a/n: missing her so much rn :(

meeting her at camp is so much fun well of course after everything that happened.. anyways she’s so friendly and kind, if you’re scared of the night stalker she’ll try not to show how afraid she is to comfort you :)

sitting by the bond fire she loves to cuddle even if you guys aren’t dating or are dating she asks fondly “ hii y/n mind if we cuddle it’s really cold still” btw she’s the little spoon

oh my god dating her is just so, she loves loves affection, touch, she’d probably would be good with words of affirmation too

she loves loves making out, she cups your face and just kisses you so so so so so much !

she and montana most likely dated for a bit since we can all say that montana anddd brooke definitely felt something for eachother

I probably already brought this up, but I don’t care, she is so amazing at comforting

she’s really good with the kids at camp, always being nice to all of them she would probably be in charge of the arts and crafts <3!! each day she’d come up with a new craft for the kids to do like making jewelry, friendship bracelets, anything else that camps would do

I feel like she had a tiny crush on xavier though she never spoke vocally on it , sndndndnd imagine she like wrote tiny notes by his cabin for him and xavier being so clueless not knowing who it was from

snsnsnd that’s it

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Hear me out, I can either post part 9of Could we work? today or tomorrow. OR I could post a part 2 to the Micheal Langdon request. Tell me in the comments

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Billy Hargrove

Jack Harlow

Five Hargreaves ( noting nasty, most I’ll right for him is something that a teen would say)

Ben hargreeves

Xavier plympton

Evan peters

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

And I’ll add more when I think of them. But let me know which chapter I should post. And maybe make a request.

[sykokittyy]

okay guys so I think I’m going to start making some AHS and maybe stranger things content. so can y’all please send me some asks, I will try to get to it!

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Xavier Plympton Masterlist

none yet!

[king-with-no-crovvn]

I miss writing so, so much, and I still have so many ideas all these years later! Is anyone out there still reading for Michael Langdon these days??