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[syven-siren]

Sex and Sirens

Summary: Trevor is tired of the reader's antics and decides that it’s time for punishment. (Trevor Kirchner x Male!Reader)

Warnings: Smut

Requested by @kingreidx​ : “I kinda want a cop! Trevor x Male reader, maybe reader has been bad (as in has been caught speeding a few times) trevor thought this was the last time and ends up teaching the reader a lesson (not expecting passionate kisses and lovable dirty talk between the two of you) and he wasn’t expecting to take you home and eventually have you as his future partner, the next morning you wake up before Trevor and surprise him with a blowjob”

“Is there something wrong officer?”

It’s the same line every time he pulled you over after that initial traffic stop. By the fifth time he stopped you, he suspected you were doing this on purpose.

It was nearing the end of his shift when he caught you speeding past, clocking almost thirty over the speed limit. Flicking on his siren and lights, Trevor had pulled his cruiser onto the road to catch up to your speeding car. Initially, he hadn’t even realized it was your vehicle. He blamed that on the pure exhaustion he was feeling. When you finally yielded, he prepared himself for the routine spiel.

“You know you were speeding just now?”

“Really?! Oh, I’m so sorry!” The look of mock innocence on your face makes his trousers feel even tighter than when he initially recognized it was you driving.

“Well, I need your license, registration, and proof of insurance.”

Dutifully, you hand the items over to him, a smirk on your face, and a playful glint in your eyes. Yes, you definitely had planned this. Telling you he’d be back, he walks back to his cruiser to run your information. Sighing, he knows what he’s in for when he returns to your open window. Each of these traffic stops has been filled with sly innuendos and glances that cause a stir deep within him. This time though, he’s going to give you a taste of your own cheeky medicine.

Handing back your cards and ticket, he states what standard protocol dictates then turns, leaving you unsatisfied by the lack of attention. You pout, watching him retreat to his cruiser.

“Rude,” You grumble under your breath, shuffling your driver’s license and insurance card back into your wallet. Much to your surprise, there’s an extra paper stuck between the cards, which reverses your entire mood upon further inspection.

13 Redwood Drive

Apt 3.

Biting your lip, you can’t help but think how naughty your officer is being. It doesn’t take you long to find his apartment. With little hesitance, you knock, you’re more than willing to play this game. The next few minutes are a complete blur, sending your mind into a whirlwind and unable to comprehend how you’ve gotten to this point: facedown, biting into the bedding as you’re being pounded from behind.

“You’re so fucking annoying. You just have to get into trouble,” Trevor says huskily in your ear, pressing all his weight onto your body. Turning to face him, you smirk defiantly. You just can’t help yourself. Maybe you’re a masochist.

“Ahh!” You squirm as another sharp smack hits against your ass. The crack reverberates through the room followed by your needy moan.

“You. Need. To. Learn. To. Slow. Down.” Each word Trevor grunts out is emphasized by slow harsh strokes into you. You’re a whimpering mess underneath him and he loves it. Reaching between you and the bed, his fingers wrap around your hardened length forcing a string of slurs to fall from your lips. You’re overly sensitive at this point, too far gone on the pain and pleasure he is supplying you.

Trevor abandons all caution, his thick cock pummeling into you with no restraint. His hand works your member as he stretches your tight hole. It’s an undeniably sinful combination. Every few thrusts, he squeezes your length, pushing you to chase your own release. The fast pace Trevor set is interrupted by the stutter of his hips.

Your body tingles as your orgasm takes over. Your eyes screw shut as your senses are overwhelmed. Clenching around him, Trevor bites into your shoulder as he falls behind you over the edge of pure bliss.

He collapses on top of you, not that you mind. His weight brings comfort, grounding you after such an intense high. You spend several minutes in silence. Exhaustion hits both of you hard and you know it’s time to go. Untangling your limbs from his, you shift to the edge of the bed. Scanning the room for your discarded clothing, you're stopped when an arm encircles your waist.

“Where are you going?” Trevor’s voice is gravelly, laced with the tiredness of afterglow.

You chuckle, pecking his lips, “Going home. I mean this has been fun but one ticket tonight is enough for me.”

Trevor doesn’t like that response. No, not at all. Surprising you and himself, he tugs you back into bed.

“Stay,” He requests, kissing the corner of your mouth. Too tired to argue and having no desire to, you comply. Head tucked under his chin and limbs once again tangled together, you begin to doze off.

.

.

.

Trevor’s hips arch under your touch but settle quickly. Only a soft hum emanates from him, indicating he’s still in dreamland. The pads of your fingers dance along his shaft, skimming lightly over him. With a quick swipe of your tongue over the tip, you can taste the leaking precum.

Wanting more than a simple taste, you suck at the head of his cock before taking in the rest of him. Your jaw aches even as you attempt to relax. Trevor’s girth is incomparable.

Squeezing the base, your hands work, twisting and tugging, on what you can’t fit in your mouth. You gag when Trevor unexpectedly arches off the bed, unconsciously desperate to feel more of your mouth around him. Tears spring to your eyes but you press on. Bobbing your head up and down, you can feel his member prodding at the back of your throat. Your moan vibrates around him causing Trevor to jolt upwards.

“Fuck…” He breathes out, cupping the back of your head.

Pulling away from him, you smile and give him a quick “good morning” then lick from the base to tip. Still disoriented, your name spills from his mouth. You continue to work his cock, sending him into delirium. Spurts of cum coat your throat as you swallow what you can. The rest leaks out your mouth, dribbling along your chin.

“Shit, I think I could get used to this,” Trevor smiles down at you dizzily, watching as you collect his excess cum and lick it off your fingers. Climbing up his body, you kiss him passionately, allowing him to taste himself.

“Me too.”

A/N: The gif is mine. Please give credit if you’re gonna use it. Thanks!

[hecohansen31]

Fire Of My Loins

Trevor KIrchner+Younger Margaret’s Sister! Reader:

(A/N): Hello, lovelies!

Before you extract your knives to fight me… just know that I am working on “More Than You Bargained For” (2), which will be named “More Than You Can Give Me” (these shits are getting longer than Fall Out Boy’s titles).

But while I was working on it, I ended up not being truly able to focus on it (I still can’t), and this fic low key helped me a bit!

I STILL HATE TREVOR WITH ALL MY GUTS (and haven’t seen 9x07, when I wrote this) but hey… he low key inspired me to write this, so I honestly couldn’t help but write this down, and I hope it won’t be too much!

(Alongside the fact that “Lolita”, “Off The Races”, “Put Me In A Movie” by Lana del Rey have been on my youtube playlist since for-freaking-ever...).

Also the title is inspired by “Lolita” and it is nothing more than a quotation of a book that a truly appreciate for his writing style, which if you have read doesn’t glamorize any kind of relationship between an older man and a child, so please don’t make a shitstorm for that.

Reader in this case is an adult, since she is completely legal, being 22.

This was just a little disclaimer, because I know it might be controversial, and if anybody feels even slightly offended by it, just let me know!

Much love!

SUMMARY: It was supposed to be a  “bright new start”, but apaprently it is much easier than it seems to go back to your previous life, mostly when your sister’s husband seems so attractive...

WORDS: 9 K.

WARNINGS:

Older! Man+Younger! Girl (Trevor according to me is either 36-40, meanwhile Reader is 22), Mention of Child Neglect and Domestic Abuse (alongside attempts of Sexual Assault), General Violence and Use of Drugs, Daddy Issues, Seducing an Older! Man, Mention of Reader’s past as a sex worker, Fingering and Oral Sex (Male-Female Receiving), PTSD, Nudity.Vulgarities.

Being Margaret Booth’s sister wasn’t an easy thing.

The big age gape had made you always take a deep distance from the other, but honestly the more they went on, the more she didn’t want to be associated with that psycho.

After Margaret’s traumatic experience at Camp Redwood, the first one, their parents’ attention had been all on her, not matter how much she cried or asked for it, as a small child in need of her parents’ help.

She remembered perfectly the night when her stomach had hurt terribly and she had cried till it had given her an headache, meanwhile her parents comforted her older sister from a nightmare, completely ignoring her, she had had to call the ambulance herself and at the hospital she had discovered her appendix had busted open.

When the social services had asked her why her parents hadn’t taken her themselves to the hospital, she had lied, not wanting to be separated by them and the silent abuse had perpetuated but the more she grew up the more she found herself to search the lacking attention, everywhere outside home.

Older men were her favorites: she had once fucked one and he had left her a good grand on the bedside table of the dirty motel they had met at, and she had felt that rush of adrenaline that got her to become an escort for older men.

They doted on her desperately and she was good at fucking and listening to them.

It might have seemed an ideal paradise, but it hadn’t lasted: any of the man she “doted” upon seemed to have a flaw.

Jack had gambling debts and whenever he would be with her, he would steal some of her money and she was unable to say anything.

Bill liked to snort coke off her body, and he had tried desperately to get her hooked up on it, no matter how many times she told him she wouldn’t ruin her pretty head for it.

Kent was the worst: he was the reason why she was going back to her sister’s house.

He was violent, but he was the lover she had loved the most, desperately letting him control every single aspect of her life, alongside quitting her escort career, to move with him and the first days were idyllic.

She had had the best 21st birthday party ever and the following day she was in hospital, avoiding brain damage just because the police had been alerted by the hosts of the party promptly.

Kent had tried to smash her head against the wall, after he had seen her “drunkenly flirting” with one of the guests.

She hadn’t been able to press charges but somehow Kent had never talked to her, and she was pretty sure it was all due to Margaret, who had chosen to take care of her, as the good Samaritan.

She didn’t understand this change of heart, so suddenly made by Margaret.

They had always had this cold distance and she knew perfectly that her Jesus-fearing sister didn’t approve of her life, promiscuous and disgusting as she thought it was.

But she had been there once she had woken up from the hospital and had helped her through the rehabilitation eventually asking her to move in with her.

“… I just feel so guilty for stealing your childhood, sweetie” she had commented, as if she knew half of the things she had gone through “… come home with me, little sister”.

She hadn’t been able to say no, since she usually relied totally on the met she met with and fucked, and without Kent she had no home and money, hence… she would have been homeless.

It was better to stay in her psycho-sister’s house than the open air.

She had come home with Margaret on the day they had dismissed her, although she hadn’t completely healed, since headaches and nightmares plagued her mind.

“Welcome home” uttered Margaret, opening the door for her and showing her an extremely elegant sitting room, extremely modern and distasteful, but what could she have expected?

“Thank you, Margaret, I would like to sleep a bit, so if you don’t mind, can you show me my room?” she honestly just wanted to move in her room, settle the few things she had owned in her small suitcase and then sleep a bit, but Margaret promptly grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks-

“Listen to me, little tramp” oh here comes the Jesus-fearing bitch, hadn’t she missed her “… if you want to live under my house, there are some few rules: you don’t bring your “dates” here, I won’t let you desecrate my temple!”.

It took all her strength not to laugh in her face, but she just smirked a bit, nodding softly.

“… you stick to your room and don’t go out unless I tell you to” and then Margaret grabbed her chin in her hands, tightening the grip enough that she found herself panicking a bit, making her remember Kent’s bruising hands “… don’t embarrass me more than you have already done… “.

And she immediately left her chin, pushing her slightly, after she brushed away imaginary dirt from her elegant clothes fixing them and her own smile, gently leaning down to kiss her sister’s cheek, before she moved away, calling over a maid to show her the way.

She had been able to take a quick shower, at least her room had a bath linked to it, since it seemed to be the smallest one, something that she honestly didn’t like, but she knew better than to ask her sister for more, mostly after the little “discourse” they had had.

She honestly needed to get a grip on her life, in order for her to move away as soon as she could.

She had worked through her teen years before her “career” took over, but she hadn’t been able to attend college, since not only it made her anxious and nervous, but also, she was addicted to those men’s attention and when she “fell” for them, she devoted herself to them.

What a shitty life, had she chosen?

She was brushing her hair to dry them, simply dressed in a cotton nightgown she had found on her bed, definitely more modest than the ones she had owned, but the color gave her some kind of innocent allure.

When she moved to drop the towel in the bathroom, she found the door opening, without knocking.

She immediately turned around, as a deer in the headlights, scared that it might have been Margaret, and annoyed by the thought that somebody wouldn’t respect her privacy.

But it wasn’t Margaret.

It was a man.

Even worse.

Her heart started beating roughly and she found herself holding her hand out towards the handle of the door of the bathroom thinking that if she rushed she might hide behind it, but the man, almost as if sensing her nervousness immediately, raised his hands, trying to show that he wasn’t a threat.

“You must be (Y/N)” he commented, his tone was nice and sweet, clearly trying to calm down “… Margaret’s sister”.

“You surprised me” she simply mumbled, not knowing who this stranger was and keeping her hand onto the handle onto the bathroom door.

“I should have knocked” he muttered, clearly seeing her trembling “… I am Trevor Kirchner, Margaret’s husband”.

Margaret had never mentioned a second husband, in her visits.

So, she was a bit suspicious, but with the way he moved and acted he seemed not to want to scare her, and she relaxed a bit.

“… Margaret never talked about you” she simply uttered, and pushed herself to sit onto the bed, moving towards the little bottle of lotion she had managed to sneak away from Kent’s house, the smell of honey and roses intoxicating and comforting for her.

She tried to act nonchalantly, calming softly her nerves with the usual gestures, and immediately Trevor’s gaze shifted onto her legs, where she was smearing the lotion, and this didn’t go unnoticed from her, who took this time to analyze him better.

He was certainly charming, although some of his charm seemed ruined, shadowed by life and with the way his arms and legs moved spasmodically she knew it was drugs, and she couldn’t help but pout a little.

She would have gladly fucked him, before Kent.

Maybe just to spite Margaret.

“… she never talked about you either, till a week ago” he replied sassily, moving his eyes way from your shiny legs, as you pushed your arms up, as with them slightly your breast showcasing them more, in an act of subtle seduction that got Trevor quite engrossed, although he tried not show it “… just wanted to meet you and say that you are welcome to stay as long as you like”.

“I am staying here till I get a grip on my life” she stated, but Trevor just smirked at you, as if he didn’t believe you, as if he had said something like that to himself “… can you leave me alone? I prefer to do my beauty routine all alone, without creepy men staring at me”.

Most of her first week at the Booth Manor had been passed in her room, joining Margaret and Trevor only for dinner, when she felt like it.

When she didn’t, she just didn’t eat.

But at the start of the second week she felt bit better and most importantly due to the warmth of that summer day and the sunny weather she had thought about a little dive in Margaret’s tacky pool, although she didn’t own a bikini.

She hadn’t wanted to ask her sister, mostly due to the fact that Margaret had treated her like she was invisible and because she knew what kind of bikini her sister owned: matronly to say the least.

In the end, she had dipped into the water in her nightgown, a cotton white, very simple in details and puffy on the “sensitive zones”, such as her stomach and  her breasts, but as the water drenched her body, the fabric immediately attached itself to her body, revealing her skin.

She was enjoying a few breaststrokes in the water, when she heard a low whistle and realized that Trevor was leaning onto the swimming pool’s side, lounging onto it in a costume that showcased his “best attribute”.

She didn’t mind him any attention doing a few more laps around the pool, till she had enough, and another migraine hit her, making her quickly exit the pool, and reach out for her towel.

Which had been brought around herself with much care and when she opened her eyes, a bit comforted by the warm hug, she found Trevor gently helping her, and not looking at her almost naked body.

“Is everything alright, (Y/N)?” he asked, seriously worried and she promptly pushed away from him, quickly sitting on one of the sunbathing chair on the side of the pool, trying to regain a bit of composure.

“It’s just a headache, I strained myself today” she mumbled, meanwhile she adjusted her drenched hair and tried to stop her legs from trembling.

“Margaret said that you tend to have some headaches… can I do something about it?” he asked softly, and gently moving closer and she couldn’t help but wonder why he was like this.

He was certainly attracted to her: she had seen the way his stare lingered onto her, but he never dared, and she was sure it wasn’t out of respect or faithfulness to her sister.

She had heard them fight, and during those times her head would be hidden under the pillow, memory of Kent in her mind flashing and her tears rushing down.

“… just stop talking…” she uttered sharply, seeing Trevor’s mouth move onto a straight line, clearly displeased, before he moved away and entered the swimming pool, effectively leaving her alone.

An hour later she was back inside, but she was unable to stop watching Trevor from her window, the way he brushed his hair away wet and drenched and the way little drops of water caught fire in his skin as light hit them.

This would end badly.

By her third week with her sister, she understood perfectly why Margaret had brought her there.

She had thrown a party to celebrate some kind of business milestone and had paraded her sister as a rescue case, constantly getting praised for her good heart and kindness.

“Oh Margaret, you truly are a saint” they muttered, meanwhile she simply smiled behind her glass of champagne, hoping they could serve something heavier, just as Trevor did, whenever he would excuse himself to snort some coke, in his office.

Already, after only an hour since the charity event had started, she was damnably bored.

And wasn’t the only one.

The man she picked out was dressed elegantly, jeweled cufflinks, linking a sober attire that seemed the incarnation of purity and bigotry.

He wasn’t so chaste as she went down her knees and bobbed her head up and down around his length till his release stained her pretty red lips.

It was the little pick up she had needed, and she quickly turned towards the elegant marble sink to clean her face, but he quickly got ahold of her arm and pushed her to face him again.

She honestly didn’t find him in the slightest attractive anymore: his red face had a terrific smile and she felt dirty and used.

“Don’t expect me to let you go after you blew me as a pro, I bet that you fuck even better”.

Everything that Kent had done to her, before almost killing suddenly came back and her fought as the man tried to drag her back in the little bathroom cubicle, but he quickly shut her up, with one hand, meanwhile the other went between her legs, under her gown, hastily pushing down her panties.

He pumped himself a few times, but before he could penetrate her, some force rammed into him and he was pushed onto the ground and when her eyes finally focused, she realized it had been Trevor.

Almost ashamed, she rushed to push her panties back in place and adjust her dress, meanwhile the man screamed against Trevor.

She knew he would fucking judge her an whore.

“What the fuck, man?!”.

“She didn’t want you, Carl, you were fucking forcing yourself on her” he shot back, before picking up the little shit from the floor, and pushing him towards the exit, his pants still undone and his face red “… and if you so much as try to utter something, remember about that pre-nup with your wife… she’ll fucking ruin you, for having cheated on her”.

The man went immediately from red to white and before she knew it, he pushed himself back in control and exited hastily the bathroom, muttering something about “whores being fucking bitches”.

She rushed again to the sink, this time it wasn’t to check her lipstick, but she threw up into it, although she hadn’t eaten much, so nothing but liquid came out of her mouth, a truly disgusting show, but Trevor gently rubbed her back, holding back her hair, and uttering gentle encouragement.

He was nice enough to collect a bit of hygienic paper to clean her mouth, totally smearing her red lipstick, the only exception to Margaret’s modesty rule on her outfit, but effectively cleaning her up.

It was such a gentle gesture that it broke her.

“Get the fuck away from me” she ushered, slurring it as soon as she felt like she could walk away without her legs shaking “… leave me the fuck alone”.

Trevor sent her a bewildered look, one that told her that he didn’t understand her.

Well, he wasn’t the only one.

She had spent the following night, not sleeping just staring at the roof and crying.

Why was she like this?

Why did she feel this morbid need to screw somebody to feel better?

… and to push away anybody who was remotely gentle to her…

She didn’t join Margaret for breakfast, but she eventually went down the stairs to collect something to eat since her troubled stomach was grumbling loudly and she knew that death by starving was a bad look on her.

Not to talk about the fact that it would just take too long.

No, she needed something quick.

She caught Margaret on the threshold, with too many suitcases for a single person, and she immediately smirked as she saw her.

She was low key grateful that Trevor hadn’t uttered anything about catching her blowing some of their friends and then having a mental breakdown.

“.. this week I’ll be on a trip” she commented, cheerily “… the newest haunted house just ready for Halloween!”.

She faked being happy for her sister, before she turned to her mission, collecting something easy to eat, thinking about how she was stuck there with Trevor.

Had he ever cheated on her sister?

She hadn’t noticed any maid sneaking in and out of his “office” or any pretty young thing looking at him with malice.

Meanwhile she was thinking this, she heard knocking onto the kitchen’s walls, and when she turned around she saw Trevor looking at her as if he had found her a wounded animal, not knowing how to approach it.

But she was thankful he had knocked.

And pushed one of the sandwiches she had been doing towards him, a peace-offering.

“Oh no, sweetheart” he commented pushing it back to her “… you need to eat, you look like a scarecrow”.

This got him a playful fist to the side, which he faked had hurt him.

It was such a light moment that she honestly let out a laugh.

This seemed to take aback Trevor, as if he had heard the angelic voice of God.

“… by the way, since Margaret is not here I thought we could go out shopping” he mumbled, a bit shy, as if he was sure she would shoot down his idea “… you can’t go around with those nightgowns, and certainly can’t swim in them”.

She didn’t know why but the shyness in his voice intensified as he muttered the “nightgown” part gaining a smirk from her, and her hands gently traced the light patterns of her nightgown, indeed.

The cotton of it had brushed against her nipples enough to make them bloom in pebbles and she knew that he could see them, although he avoided to look straight up at her body.

“What is wrong with my nightgown?” she asked, feigning innocent, meanwhile he released a light laugh to hide his embarrassment.

“Just think about the heart-attack that we’ll give Margaret once she receives the notice of how much we spent”.

He didn’t have to say anymore.

She was used to men showing off her body, whenever she tried on clothes for them.

They didn’t want anything more than a quickie in the changing room and a pretty girl who smiled for them and wore pretty things.

But strangely with Trevor it was somehow fun: he constantly commented and made her wear the most absurd dresses, muttering about how much she looked ridiculous, just for her to do the same till the shopping clerks had enough of them and threw them out… kindly…

She hadn’t had this much fun… since ever.

They went to lunch to some fast-food place, something that got her to utter:

“Aren’t we supposed to be rich? We can do better than McDonald’s”.

Just for him to shot back as he stole some her fries:

“Is that sarcasm? Because I thought it was your usual tone”.

She just pouted a bit, kicking him under the table but he smirked, eating up his hamburger meanwhile she picked around her food, knowing she needed to speak up.

“… I am sorry for last night” she thought about ripping the band-aid immediately “… I don’t know what came onto me…”.

He stopped holding up a hand, to calm her rushing tone.

“It was the trauma, and I know about it…” he spoke as if it pained him to talk about this “…I was a survivor at Camp Redwood, one of the three alongside Margaret and Brooke”.

She knew that story all too well since Margaret didn’t lose any occasion to remind everybody about the fact that she had survived a camp murder spree not once but twice.

But Trevor, unlike her, seemed like he wanted to forget.

Hence the need for coke.

“… there are some things that make us feel that way and I am not going to judge you for that” he explained as if he got her and the way his eyes were shadowed, as if he was worried about something on his mind “… but if you ever need to talk…”.

“Margaret will pay me a good psychoanalyst” she replied, trying to shift the tense area that was created, although she shot a thankful smile on Trevor’s way, who moved onto slurping his drink.

“… that is the spirit” he commented but his tone was too serious “… if you have money, you can have anything”.

After lunch they were supposed to move away back home, mostly because she was again getting a migraine, but she was unable to stop herself from wanting to visit a bookstore again.

She hadn’t visited many, during her life with Kent, mostly segregated in the “trophy wife” role, so she couldn’t help but brush eagerly her hand through the papers, meanwhile Trevor had gone to the bathroom, asking her not to run away, in the meanwhile.

But she couldn’t help but move through the shelves checking out the newest releases and choosing a few to read meanwhile she looked out to the glasses outside the shop to check on Trevor, but she quickly become too engrossed on an illustrated version of “Little Women” by Louisa May Alcott, one of her favorite books.

She related to Jo on a personal level, remembering her all about the possible dreams she had had about becoming a journalist and a novelist, when she still thought that there was hope in the world.

She was so interested in the re-reading that she didn’t realize that Trevor who hadn’t found her outside. had gone in the bookshop and was gently shaking her, trying not to scare her.

“Hey, found anything interesting?” he asked, eyeing the book and she pushed it closed, immediately rushing to push it back on its original shelf, but Trevor stopped her, collecting the book and moving towards the cash desk, extracting his wallet “… you want to get only this one…”.

Clothes were one thing: she needed them, mostly if Margaret wanted to parade her as her personal corgi.

But books… books were something that made her almost nervous to be gifted, it was a window on her soul she couldn’t accept, and couldn’t let Trevor stare into, but he hadn’t seemed to mind, instead pushing Margaret’s card to the clerk, smirking gently at him.

When they walked away, she was holding a few more packages, Trevor carrying the rest, almost as if they were some kind of happy couple, finally coming back home.

It had been a truly good day, one of the first since she had opened eyes, and she made sure to say so to Trevor: she might still think that he was hiding her something, but she definitely couldn’t help but feel a bit soft around him.

“Thank you, it was a nice day” she thanked him, taking the little bag of books in her hands to try to hide her secret from him, and he smirked, gently caressing her face, and strangely she leaned herself into that simple touch.

“Don’t mention it, I have to say you are the funny sister” he giggled, and she found herself blushing.

“… you are the first one who ever thought this”.

The night she and Trevor had decided to treat themselves to a nice dinner outside in an expensive restaurant, mostly for her to try out the newest outfit she had bought big shoulder-pads with sequins and a tiny waist, giving the perfect hourglass figure, in a very fashionable style.

She almost looked like when she hanged onto older men’s arms, who showed her as if she was  their newest Rolex.

She was almost expensive as one.

“… don’t you think that they will talk about this?” she asked, almost worried: she didn’t want her sister to kick her out because she was standing too close to her boytoy.

“Not if we leave the waiters a huge tip” he replied, making her smirk, meanwhile he helped her out of the car, gentlemanly giving her his arm to hold her close to him, meanwhile they strutted inside.

Dinner was nice, and she was used to this kind of elegant setting, falling back in her charming persona, after a good chalice of wine, which Trevor continued on pouring, insisting on the fact that it made her almost funny.

“… well it almost makes you handsome, so…”.

“Aren’t you supposed to be nice with family?” he retorted, meanwhile he played around with the food in his plate, almost as if he couldn’t focus on it, as she, instead, tried to cut perfectly what she had chosen, into tiny bites.

“Are you my family, Trevor Kirchner?” she replied, sending him a slight glance, under her eyes, almost teasing him.

“I married your sister, or did the wine already get to your head?” but his retort was stopped short, as her legs brushed against his, the silkiness of the stockings she wore against his elegant dress pants, making her laugh loudly at his stunned surprise “… yeah the wine got to your head”.

“Did Margaret tell you what I did before I come to you” she didn’t know if it was the wine talking or the fact that strangely she felt nice, almost comfortable with Trevor.

Alongside the fact that she wanted to fuck him desperately.

Before dinner she had spent a good hour igniting a soft fire in her most private parts, gently touching them and caressing her skin till she reached a lazy and aching orgasm, thinking about him doing it to her.

She couldn’t deny that no matter how much she tried she was attracted by him.

And without no inhibitions she just couldn’t stop her blabbering mouth.

“I got paid to sleep with men…” she linked their eyes together, and pushed her legs apart under the table “… but I had a type you see, I liked old men, older than boys, and they would pay me with nice things”.

“I didn’t know, (Y/N)” his voice was dark, definitely lower and aggressive, asking for more, almost desperately.

“… I liked it, I liked the attention, the gifts, the lavish lifestyle…” she continued, meanwhile she adjusted herself onto the chair, unable to sit straight “… but nobody fucking loved me, isn’t it such a horrible thing”.

“Sweetheart, you are…” Trevor seemed almost confused about what to do, she could feel that he was aroused, but also, he somehow had reigned himself back in control from the state he had gone in, after her confession, as if he pitied her.

“I don’t need your pity” she replied, harshly hissing through her teeth and quitting all her movements, instead reaching out for the wine glass, which Trevor took from her hands.

“I think it is enough” his tone was stern, and before she knew it, he was by her side, helping her up, although she protested, attracting quite the attention.

She seriously hoped the thing about tipping the waiters to keep them quiet was true.

He pushed her into the car, definitely with much more force than when he had helped her out, saying to the driver to rush them home and she immediately pushed herself away from him, almost burned from his sudden reaction.

“(Y/N)…” he tried to call her, but she kept on facing the window, looking out at the cold night, since it started raining and she pushed herself to look at the way the little droplets moved down the window of the car, letting it all lull you in a comfortable nap.

She was awoken by soft arms, pushing her into them, and when she opened her eyes, she found Trevor looking down at her, he seemed worried, but this time there was no pity, which made her wonder if there ever had been.

“… is your head hurting you?” he asked, treating her as if she hadn’t just confessed to him that she was a prostitute and that she had a thing for older men.

She shook her head, lightly pushing herself to bring him closer to her, tightening the grip onto his shoulder, finding comfort in that gentle contact and letting him lead her inside, cradling her closer to his chest and once they were inside he let her gently and softly down, holding her close, till he felt like she was steady again.

He then moved to leave her, but she tightened the grip onto his hand, bringing him back towards her and before she knew it her lips were onto his.

Her hand gently but steadily shifted onto his shirt, already opening the buttons she could slip an hand inside, meanwhile the other slung onto his neck, to bring him closer.

His hand shot up to her thin waist, caressing softly her hips, almost to gently reassure her to keep going.

A thunder shook them apart and realization shone in Trevor’s eyes and as she pushed him closer, he pushed her away.

“Babygirl, we can’t…” she didn’t even stay enough for him to finish.

It was always the same.

For the rest of the entire week she had avoided Trevor, as much as she could in a house in which they were all alone, except for the service maids, with whom she had developed some kind of strange friendship, to spite Trevor.

She spent most days off in her room reading and writing, mostly keeping a diary, but starting again with poetry, writing a few lines.

Even the silliest helped the confusion in her mind.

And they helped her mind going off the swift rejection she had received from Trevor still fresh and hurting.

She was low key glad when Margaret came back, although their first dinner was tense and she was more than happy to get away to the swimming pool, this time with a proper bikini, a red one, which fit her physique and as she dipped back in the water she finally felt like she was breathing freely, away from anything.

She emerged and found two brown eyes following her: Trevor.

She took her sweet time, with a few more laps, hoping he would be annoyed by the time she exited the pool, but suddenly she felt cold and to avoid getting a flu she immediately exited the pool, trying to avoid Trevor, but he quickly moved towards her.

“Can we talk, (Y/N)” he pleaded, but you simply covered yourself with your robe “… or are you going to continue to avoid me?”.

She turned around with violence, suddenly a frenzy anger taking over her.

“I am not the one who pushed away, firstly” she replied spitefully, pushing him away, with a shove of her shoulder, seeing his eyes brighten with surprise “…  I am not the one who refused, I am only doing what you asked me to”.

“Would you let me explain?” he screamed, almost as if he was tired of this argument.

Oh, she had just started.

She surprised him again, gently pushing herself closer to him, their faces so close that their lips brushed again and her hateful eyes became slightly honey, in a deer-eyed expression of purity and want for him, her legs pushed themselves between his pants, completely touching his screaming manhood, wetting it even.

“… I don’t want you to explain” she replied, her voice pointing out each word “… I just want you to fuck me”.

And as she had moved closer to him, she moved away, quickly grabbing the towel she had brought with her, and moving lightly her hips to a non-existent music.

And like this she ran away from him.

It was a week later, when Margaret was away on her trips, that Trevor did the first move, knocking on her door, meanwhile she was finishing her latest poem, which she hid quickly under her pillows, worried that it might be Margaret who had come home earlier.

But again, it was just Trevor.

She didn’t want to say that their relationship had changed, although they had been both civil with each other more for Margaret’s pleasure than because they had worked their issues.

Closer They were cold to each other, if Margaret wasn’t around.

Or better she would be as cold as ice with Trevor, although it didn’t stop her from teasing him, bending a little when she was stretching herself out in her red bikini or bringing her cleavage to be shown more through her new nightgown, a scrap of dark blue lace, much more provocative than her cotton ones.

And Trevor would just look at her as a kicked puppy.

“Caught you off guard, sweetie?” he asked with a poisonous edge to the “sweetie” part, which got her to huff, and adjust herself more comfortably onto her bed, showing off her legs.

“Stop using petnames” she mumbled instead, giving him zero attention, picking up the magazine the maid had left in her room “… it’s annoying”.

“… you just don’t look very like a (Y/N)” he replied, settling beside her and she still gave him no attention, but he grabbed her chin, raising it so their eyes would meet “… you look more like a little girl to me”.

“Ah ah, very funny” she mumbled drily, trying to get out of the grip, but it didn’t work, mostly because Trevor silenced her sarcasm, kissing her.

She immediately tried to rush the kiss, licking his upper lip, and opening her mouth, but Trevor seemed to like taking his time, gently brushing his lips against her own, at first against her upper lip, and then the lower one, before his lips separated themselves from hers.

But they stayed near her, wanting her to beg for more.

But after Kent, she didn’t beg anyone.

Her kiss was more aggressive, but she tried to keep it teasing, nibbling onto his upper lip, and pulling it between her teeth, releasing it with a pop, and pushing herself away.

“… what made you change your mind?” she asked, meanwhile Trevor moved closer to her, pushing himself onto her bed and cornering her gently against the wall “… aren’t you afraid of my sister finding out about us?”.

“As if I would ever give a fuck about that bitch” he replied, and sincerely showed up in his eyes, but if it wasn’t enough, he gently pushed an hand between her hair, bringing her close and gently kissing her cheek “… it’s just, things are going to be complicated with me”.

“I don’t give a fuck about all that, I just want a nice fuck” she retorted, her legs opening beneath him and bringing herself closer so that she could whisper in her ear “… can you do that?”.

Trevor just smirked and before she knew it she was laid onto the bed, with him gently pushing up her nightgown to reveal her baby blue underwear, matching with a lighter tone her nightgown.

“… you just have to say, please, sweetheart” he simply mumbled, meanwhile his voice was muffled by soft nibbling at her exposed thighs, brushing his moustache against it “… you have driven me crazy”.

Her fingers immediately tangled itself in the sheets underneath her, meanwhile she tried to buckle herself up to be more close to him, but Trevor quickly pushed her back, plunging his fingers into her hips, to keep her steady on the mattress against him.

But they shifted their position quickly: one finger started prodding over her panties, as if he was making sure that she was wet enough, as if he wanted to learn the ways of her body.

“… were you already this wet, before I came in the room?” he asked, his voice appearing closer to her head and as she opened her eyes, she found him staring at her as if he was worshipping a goddess, looking at her with intensity and decision, meanwhile his finger didn’t stop his attentive ministrations “… or was this because of me?”.

“Don’t flatter yourself too much, old man” she replied, refusing to surrender herself to him so easily and he simply smirked, before he laid a soft kiss onto her forehead, something that her previous lovers had never done and it low key…

… it low key made her feel almost cherished.

Trevor’s finger dipped under her panties, simply playing with the hair he found underneath there, them moving back to teasing her over her panties.

And then back in them.

And then back outside of them.

In a teasing torture that brought her to whine pathetically.

“Is this too much for you, sweetie?” he taunted her, but she didn’t give up, spreading even more her legs, and letting him do her bidding, meanwhile her head turned to face the pillow, her hair a total mess around her “… don’t you want some relief, pretty girl?”.

She did desperately and Trevor knew it, gently dragging her panties down thighs, something that surprised her extremely: he wasn’t treating her as fine china, with his constant teasing, but the soft little attentions he gave her, made her feel damnably alive.

Almost as if he cared about her.

As if it was more than just sex.

He finally gave up to her desire and pushed a finger inside her.

The intrusion, although not unwelcome, was slightly unpleasant, since it had been quite some time since she had last taken something inside of her, but she tried her best to avoid showing anything on her face.

But still Trevor caught on her discomfort, and stilled his movement, backing up a bit, so that he wouldn’t be overwhelming her.

“… is everything alright, little one? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, again… strangely caringly.

“No no….” she tried not to blush, like a virgin “… it’s just been a long time since I last have done this”.

She almost thought that Trevor would make fun of her, but he just grabbed her hand and softly brought it to his lips.

“We are going to take it slow, lovely… don’t worry” he calmed her down softly, treating her with the most kindness she had ever been reserved, and she was just able to nod speechless “… just give me a minute and I’ll make it all better”.

He then lowered himself till he was between her legs, and before she knew it, his lips were onto her clit, suckling it softly at first, wanting to get her used to sensation, although she was unable to stop a soft moan from leaving her mouth, and then with more force sucking the delicate pearl in his mouth, till he engulfed it completely.

And as he felt her shiver pleasantly under him, he started moving his fingers, wetness oozing onto it, and collecting in the little pathway between her ass and cunt, in a creamy liquid, that Trevor licked clean with a quick play of his tongue, once his finger exited her, collecting all her wetness.

And then he re-entered her again, pushing two fingers inside her, and although it was again so sudden, she adjusted more quickly, buckling up and down onto them and onto Trevor’s rough face, his moustache leaving traces onto her thighs and folds, and she could have sworn he was smirking proudly at her.

He moved his fingers inside of her, at first without too much force, and then scissoring them inside her to spread her more, since he, himself, felt the tightness of her walls, slowly crumbling apart due to his attentive ministration.

And when he curled his finger into her, she basically found herself losing herself completely to him and her fingers quickly grappled his wrist, pushing it to stay inside of her, and he just smirked at her, again kissing her forehead and holding her, meanwhile trembles went through her.

“Just let go, lovely, I am here for you” and she did, watching him in the eyes, meanwhile he brought her over the edge with his mouth a breath away from her womanhood, and his fingers in her, letting her ride the orgasm till she had enough.

Sensitive and shaking she pushed him slightly away and Trevor quickly understood her need, and moved away a bit, but he kept watching her, analyzing whether she wanted his help or not.

But as soon as her orgasm finished, and pleasure didn’t obscure her brain anymore, she moved closer to him, searching lazily his lips, mostly to distract him from the hand that went into his pants pushing itself onto his belt, wanting to unlatch it.

But he stopped her.

“What do you want to do, babygirl?” he asked, almost surprised as if he didn’t understand what you had in mind “… you don’t have to”.

“Well the fact is… “ she unlatched her belt, and then pushed it away, lowering his pants, without a single look at anything, finding herself with a very evident bulge in her face, barely contained in his red boxers “… I want to”.

And then her hand came onto his dick, teasing him over his pants as he had done with her, feeling him whine pathetically against her, who simply smirked, meanwhile she continued her teasing, slipping him outside of the boxers just as he started begging her, a constant plead of mercy, that made her feel strong and in power.

And in control.

She smirked as she lowered onto his dick, a majestic one, definitely the biggest she had ever had and the thought of trying to envelop it all, made her nervous, but she didn’t waste time, at first teasing him with kittenish lick, and then gently plopping her lips around the tip, gently teasing it, meanwhile Trevor shifted forward, his hand going up to her hair, but immediately he retreated them, almost scared.

She pushed his cock out of her mouth, with a slick “pop”, gently letting him tangle his fingers in her hair.

“You don’t have to be gentle” she mumbled, meanwhile he softly huffed slightly annoyed “… I am a big girl, I can take it”.

“Can you” he retorted back, but was shut up as she gripped him tighter in her hand, literally holding him by his dick, before she ended again enveloping him, pushing herself even more through her limits and swallowing more, till it hit the back of her throat and she had to grip the ground, trying to calm herself and relax.

In the meanwhile, Trevor had pushed his hands in her hair again, but putting it softly, mostly pushing it away from her mouth and face, in a soft ponytail, loose enough not to hurt her, but steady enough that he helped her taking the rhythm, till she found one on her own, comfortable enough that the sensation almost soothed her.

And so did to Trevor, and she had to remind him, gently bruising her teeth against his cock, making him startle, meanwhile her eyes sparkled maliciously.

“Beauty, let me come” he mumbled, because she had kept him on the edge quite a bit, with a gentle stimulation, but she knew he had had enough and she moved herself to do that trick with her tongue, pushing her tongue under the underside of his dick, probing it till she found the right spot and a salty taste invaded her mouth.

It was so sudden that she had to retreat quickly and some of his seed stained her nightgown and her mouth, which she quickly tried to clean up with the back of her hand, but Trevor was quickly and cleaned up with a little tissue, attentively not to leave any stains.

She couldn’t help but feel a bit like a child.

Then Trevor pushed himself gently against her, kissing her forehead, before he gently pushed himself even closer to her, raising her nightgown, and although some alarms went off in her, she let him take her nightgown off, her body not tampered anymore by any livid.

He kissed her tasting himself deeply, his taste still lingering in his mind, and he then pushed his hand to gentle caress her pebbling nipple and her swollen breasts.

“… you made me feel so good, babe” he mumbled softly, nosing her neck and then whispering in her ear, meanwhile he shifted her in his laps, and there everything went off.

She pushed him off, sweat dripping down her back meanwhile Trevor collided with the ground, achingly moaning out of pain and she swiftly moved off the bed to check up on him.

“Shit, babe, I would have preferred you just said stop” he mumbled as she helped him up.

“I am so so sorry, Trevor” she tried to apologize, helping him back onto his feet “I swear I don’t know what overcame me”.

“Sweetheart, don’t worry” he sighed gently, trying to push her a bit closer, checking with her whether she felt like being held or not “… I just hope that I wasn’t the one who hurt you”.

“No no you didn’t” she mumbled , meanwhile she gently adjusted herself, allowing him to bring her onto his laps, as she decked herself up in an elegant robe in order to shelter her modesty, meanwhile Trevor gently held her in his arms “… you don’t know you why I am here, do you?”.

“Just that you were in hospital, before” he replied innocently, but suddenly his face became more worried, and she honestly felt like he was caring desperately for her, and that this would hurt double if not triple when she final realized it was all so fake.

“… I was put in the hospital, actually” she corrected him and found a sudden anger being harbored in his eyes, but she kept herself from thinking about it “… a year ago, I decided to quit the escort life, because I thought I had found someone who would love me, Kent… but, oh boy was I wrong”-

Trevor didn’t even smirk at her poor attempt to humor, but brought her close, since she had started slowly trembling.

“Little one, you don’t have to continue…” he tried to calm her, but she just smirked sadly at him.

“… no no I want to” she replied, gently hugging herself “…I ditched my life to live with Kent, he said he loved me, and I actually did love him, but… then he started being more violent”.

“At first, he was just possessive, which wasn’t so bad to me, didn’t it mean that he cared for me?”.

“He had never been truly violent, he would grip me tighter and have me have sex with me, although I wasn’t in the mood, but… I owed it to him, he took care of me and I never gave him anything, back”.

“Sweetie, you don’t owe people anything, nor sex, nor your body, nor your time” stopped her discourse Trevor, moving her to look at him in the eyes “… do you understand me?”

He waited for her to nod, before he let her continue.

“On my 21st birthday, he thought I had flirted with this dude, I actually didn’t, I was just being gentle with him, but for him… I was cheating in front of his eyes, making fun of him in front of all his friends, and this wouldn’t just do” she couldn’t help but move back at that night: the way her dress had shifted meanwhile she had tried to move around the room to avoid being hit by the objects thrown to her by Kent “… he slapped me, and I started crying, telling him I wanted out, he didn’t love me anymore…”.

“… he just smirked back at me and told me that he had never loved a fucking shit about me, ‘I was just a fucking good fuck’ and he then proceeded to undress me, to…” her voice broke and she felt Trevor trembling around her, rage coursing through him, but it was in no way directed to her, whom he continued to caress softly, as if petting a scared bird “… he couldn’t, he had drunk too much and I was able to fight him off, but just when I was trying to get my back, he got me from behind, and he started choking me”.

“He almost smashed my head against the wall” her body was suddenly shaken by sobs and Trevor cooed her softly “… I thought I was going to die, but then I heard the ambulance, the guests had been alerted by the screams and they had called the police…”.

Margaret had been alerted by the hospital and she had woken up to her sister’s blonde halo and this constant pain in her head.

The migraine a long-lost sign of anything she had gone through and survived.

She gently leaned onto Trevor’s naked chest, there listening to his soft heartbeat, meanwhile she was lulled to sleep, by that and the soft caress he kept donning to her head.

Truly sleeping peacefully.

The following day, she woke up before Trevor, and although she didn’t regret what had happened the previous night and she didn’t have to worry about Margaret catching them.

Still she didn’t want the maid to worry about the entire thing, since she might end up referring everything to her sister.

That wouldn’t just do.

She had breakfast alone, although she found herself pleasantly enjoying the soft pain between her legs, and the pleasurable ache that went through her as she shifted, taking her time, to choose what she wanted to have, peeling the apple she had chosen and gently waiting for her tea to cool down.

Every attempt to keep her body calm was brought down by a soft hand gently touching her shoulder, not wanting to startle her, showing a smirking Trevor, dressed in that horridly ridiculous pink robe which made her raise her eyebrows, annoyed.

“…started without me, lovely?” his voice dripped with a sexual undertone, she didn’t give too much thought, sending him an annoyed smirk, before he brought her lips to meet his, in a soft “goodmorning kiss” that made her ache for more, wanting to throw away everything that was in the table and let him lay her down on it…

Alongside that she couldn’t just discard the feeling of warmth in her chest.

She had had anything she had wanted and some more…

… it was that “more” that worried her.

“We have to be careful, Trevor” she had to remind him, once their lips parted, but he kept them close to his “… the maids and personal staff might see”.

He giggled, softly setting beside her, his hand gently setting onto her thigh, barely exposed by the new nightgown she had changed in that morning: a beautiful light pink silky thing that complimented her complexion.

“C’mon, babe, I know all the timetables of the people working here, and I know that we could have a quickie on this table and still have some time for something more” she blushed at his bold mention, pushing him lightly away with her shoulder “… you are so cute when you blush”.

She tried not to blush even more, but she didn’t think it as physical possible, mostly when Trevor Kirchner looked at her as if he wanted nothing else but you.

Although he knew how broken she was.

“… and about last night” could he read in other people’s mind “… I’ll fucking kill this Kent, if you want to”.

A strange source of power went through her body and her center started aching for attention again.

The previous night, she had been scared with him, and right now she wanted just to be bend over and given some relief: how the hell did her body work?

Her mind was too far gone that rabbit hole.

“… and you don’t have any fault, sweetie, in case your pretty mind tells you it does, it wasn’t your fault, and I am sorry that you had to undergo everything, most importantly alone, you are not alone anymore”.

“You think that a hook-up means that much for me?” she didn’t want to sound so harsh, but there was no way in hell that they would end up living happily ever after together.

First of all, she was a mess.

Secondly, he was married to her sister.

“I just know that I am glad that we had that talk and that I really like you, (Y/N)”.

Again, with the blushing: she was used to hearing man say that they loved her, but it was never “her”, truly.

It was her body, her cunt, her legs…

Instead Trevor truly meant her.

“Let’s just make no expectation on the other” she simply mumbled, and Trevor nodded, brushing his hand against her thigh, before slowly raising up and finding her wet and aching for him.

“We are going to take things slow” he traced lazy and slow patterns, onto your barely covered core “… take all the time you need”.

And with this he was off: up and running for the swimming pool.

“I think that such a nice day should be celebrated” he mumbled, meanwhile he ran discarding all his clothes around, and she followed him smirking silly.

Meanwhile he jumped in the water, she quickly pushed herself onto the board of it, before she discarded her nightgown, as bare as him.

Offering him a chance to turn away.

He didn’t, he softly grabbed her by the waist and brought her in the water, much to her protests.

But she was happy for once.

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[gothicknightz]

SLAUGHTER CAMP — XAVIER PLYMPTON

PART ONE; CRUEL SUMMER

(warnings; swearing, mild violence)

MUSIC PUMPS through the speaker as a varied mix of guys and girls sweat in an aerobics class led by a blonde George Micheal. 

A blonde in a black unitard thrust her hips with each instruction by the leader of the group, Xavier, followed by multiple ups and downs, also including more hip thrusts, rolls, and side leg lifts. 

“It’s hard but it’s worth it!” Xavier yells as the class continues, going down for the lower body raise, which shifts to leg lifts afterwards. 

A few other things stick out like a sore thumb during the class, with two brunettes eyeing each other down during thrusts; the guy raising his shirt just enough so that the girl could see his abs. 

Not long after class, people were pumped, hearts were racing, and sweat stuck to bodies. But that didn’t stop a certain girl from making a comment. 

“It’s gonna be one hell of a summer if you keep on working us like that, Plympton.”

“It won’t be hell as long as you’re in it, beautiful.”

 —

“Hi!” A blonde says, talking to a certain brunette. 

When she doesn’t respond, the girl pipes up again, “I’m not a lez, just friendly.” Despite her previous comment, the blonde checks out the other girl, “Rad bod though, like that girl on Cheers.” 

The blonde smiles, “I noticed you ogling my buddy Chet’s mound. You want me to introduce you?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. The whole reason most people come to Slimmercise class is to hook up.”

“Not for me.”

The blonde gasps, “The last American virgin.”

—

“She was stabbed like, three times.” The blonde tells a group of guys, alongside a girl. “Her throat was cut so badly she was basically decapitated.”

The blonde from earlier comes from behind the other, “Describing your last date?”

He chuckles, “Hilarious, no.”

“There was a murder a couple of days ago in Glassell Park. My cousin works for LAPD homicide, and they’re convinced whoever did it is responsible for a bunch of other unsolved murders in town.”

A girl crossed her arms, “You sure it wasn’t you sleepwalking again, Xavier?”

“Yeah, you wish.” Xavier gave the girl the finger before a brunette piped up. 

“I heard serial killers become more active in the summer months when it’s hot.”

The entire group put their focus on Brooke, “Because people sleep with their windows open at night.”

“Hmm. This is Brooke. She’s new in town.” The other blonde from earlier, known as Montana introduced the new comer to everyone else. “Brooke, this is Xavier, Cassie, Ray, and Chet.”

“Hey. How do you guys know each other?”

“Well, it’s LA; do any of us really know each other?”

Ray pushed himself away from the table, “We collected each other over the last couple of years. Xavier and Montana met in traffic — and dated for a hot second.”

Xavier interjected Ray’s statement; “’Met in traffic’ is a nice way of saying that I missed one of the last auditions for MASH because she rear-ended me.”

Cassie laughed, “It was funny cause I managed to see that on the way there.”

“Oh, I know.” Xavier rolled his eyes, “I saw you, and thought, that could’ve been me.”

“Anyway... my cousin was saying that they think that this guy's gonna go on a rampage, like Son of Sam did in the summer of ‘77.” 

Everyone’s attentioned turned to Xavier, waiting for a continuation, “Which is why I'm getting out of town for the next couple of months. I got a gig as a counselor at a summer camp they're opening up a couple of hours from here.”

“You guys should all come.”

—

Footsteps echo around the small apartment, a luminous figure quick to silencing a brunette. “Shut up,” They say, as the brunette keeps crying, “Where’s the jewelry?”

“Get it for me!”

The brunette struggles to get the jewelry, as the figure’s patience is tested. 

“Is that it? All of it?”

The figure swears, “You’re gonna be famous... You’re gonna die by the hands of the Night Stalker.”

As the brunette hits the ‘Night Stalker’ in the head with a pan, a concerned neighbour asks if she’s okay, and proceeds to tell her that the cops are on their way.

“I wil find you.” The figure threatens,

“Satan will show me.”

[shesclearlya3]

i loved you first. p.2

pairing: Xavier Plympton x Reader

word count: 4,391

warnings: au! in present time, language, a big oops coming

not entirely proof-read. 

*title inspired by joan’s song*

part 1 | part 2 |  part 3 | part 4 | epilogue

One Year Later

"NO ONE, NO ONE, NO ONEEEEEEE, CAN GET IN THE WAY OF WHAT I FEEL FOR YOUUU!"

"YOOOU! YOOOOU!"

You covered your ears as Montana and Brooke screamed sang along to Alicia Keys, while in the kitchen finishing up dinner in their shared apartment. You were recently promoted at work, and they wanted to celebrate with you.

Brooke sniffed, "I miss Ray." she said as she poked at her homemade noodles with a fork.

"It's only been four hours!" Montana interjected, meeting your eyes as the song ended. You smiled softly, taking a long sip from your glass of wine. 

"I know," she said, "He's always gone. I miss him."

"It's too bad the others couldn't join us," Montana said as she stirred something in a pot. "We haven't had the group together in a minute."

You silently bobbed your head as 2006-era Rihanna came on, attempting to keep your mind away from Xavier Plympton.

It's already been a year since you first met his girlfriend, Chloe. You couldn't believe how fast 2019 seemed to go. Now, you were counting down the days you had with him before he moved into his new apartment with her.

When you first heard the news, you assumed he was pulling your leg. You were having a slumber party in the living room, a few drinks in when he accidentally blabbed to you that they were looking for a new place. He admitted he wanted to tell you over dinner the next day, which would probably have gone a little better. Instead, you spent the rest of your Twilight marathon holding back tears and wishing Jacob Black would ride out of town with Chloe on his back and disappear forever. 

But after a good night's sleep, you realized it was selfish of you. You congratulated him and decided that maybe it was time for a fresh start for yourself. Before your promotion, you'd barely make enough to pay the rent all on your own. Brooke and Montana had gladly offered you their empty space, which you wanted to accept. But after your salary doubled, you'd be able to renew your lease for another year.

Even after all this time, it seemed you never really got to know Chloe. She was still friendly, but there was always an uncomfortable aura between the two of you. You had a few things in common with her, which helped make conversation whenever Xavier wasn't around, but it never exceeded that. 

You assumed you were being paranoid when she’d seem to always be looking at you, her eyes observing your every move when you were being your normal self with Xavier. Or how her voice always seemed to become sickly sweet when you’d be minding your own business, hardly remembering they were even there.

"Earth to y/n?"

You glanced up to see Brooke place a large bowl of spaghetti in the middle of the table. Montana was already sitting down, a half-eaten piece of garlic bread in her mouth. 

"I'm sorry, what?" you asked, embarrassed. 

Brooke giggled, "I asked if you were alright. You're quiet tonight - more than usual."

You nodded, helping yourself to her spaghetti as the girls gathered food onto their plates. "I'm sorry. I just keep thinking of Xavier moving out."

The girls nodded understandingly, "You know, the offer is still open," Montana said, smiling at you. Her blonde hair was pinned back, and she looked vibrant as her eyes observed you kindly. "You haven't lived alone in years, it's okay if you're not comfortable with the idea."

You nodded appreciatively, "I know, and thank you both, but... I think it will be good for me," you said, picking up your fork to smash at the bits of lettuce on your plate. The girls watched with amused expressions. "Maybe I'll finally stop moping over him and get myself a boyfriend or a girlfriend, who knows?" you said. 

"I think you should tell him how you feel, y/n," Brooke said simply, drinking her wine as if she was commenting about the weather.

You laughed dryly, "You know Xavier, he'll be pissed I kept it from him this long. We tell each other everything."

"I don't pretend to be an expert on love, y/n, but I say that if he is upset about it, fuck him." Montana shrugged, and you heard the sound of Brooke kicking her under the table. "Ouch! Come on, who wouldn't want to date y/n? He's an idiot for not seeing how she clearly feels about him."

"Xavier is our friend. We all know he can be dense and naive, but it's part of his charm." Brooke defended him before turning her eyes to you. "Why is it that you never made a move?"

The room got quiet as Montana's Spotify playlist came to a stop. You took a few bites of food, pleased that your friends gave you a few seconds to get your thoughts together. That was one of the things you loved about them.

"I guess I was just afraid of ruining what we had," you admitted, smiling a little. "We've known each other since elementary school; all of us, and the only ones who ever progressed into the romantic territory were Brooke and Ray."

Brooke's cheeks flushed, and you knew it wasn't from the wine.

Montana chuckled, a light blush coating her cheeks. "About that..." 

You and Brooke gave her a quizzical look.

"Senior prom..." Montana nodded, "Chet and Me."

Your mouth fell open simultaneously with Brooke, who cackled as Montana blushed a deeper red. You joined in on the laughter as Brooke held her stomach, tears threatening to spill over.

"What is so funny!?" Montana yelled over your laughing, now slightly irritated. "I went with Jimmy Darling, remember!? He got drunk and fell asleep near the food table, so Chet and I decided to skip, and..." she laughed now, refusing to look you in the eye. "It was alright."

"Oh, my God! Why didn't you tell us!?" you said after containing your laughter. Brooke was still giggling, complaining her sides were hurting. 

"It didn't even last long, I think I blocked it out of my memory for a while... but he is packing..." Montana finished.

As you finished up dinner, Brooke refused to delve too deeply into her sex life with Ray. You three finished two bottles of wine and were now lounging in the living room in your pajamas, debating on watching a horror movie or a comedy, and you were already thinking about the snacks. 

After deciding on the original Friday the 13th, the movie was about fifteen minutes in when a message from Xavier flashed on your phone. You glanced at it.

Xavier: Hey, did you leave the front door unlocked?

No, I made sure it was locked like always. Why?

Xavier: I think someone has been in here. Your room is a mess!

You straightened up, glancing towards the girls who were cuddled up, munching on popcorn. Xavier sent you a picture of your room you had just cleaned the night before. A few of your dresser drawers were cracked open, and clothes were peeking through, definitely searched through. Your bed was haphazardly made, and your work clothes were strewn on the floor.

"Oh no," you said, causing Brooke and Montana to look at you.

"What's wrong?" Brooke asked, concerned.

"Xavier thinks someone broke into our apartment!" you said, giving them an alarmed look. 

"Oh shit, let's go!" Montana said, and the three of you wasted no time in driving to your home.

- 

"Well?" Montana demanded as you and Xavier entered the apartment after speaking to the police. 

"They said it looks like someone had a key made. There's no damage to the door, and y/n says it was locked, so..."

"It was, I always double-check. Always..." you said, sitting down in the empty seat next to Brooke, who put a comforting arm around you.

"Who in the hell would have a key made?" Montana asked before she paused. Her eyes looked wild, before finally settling on you and Brooke. You gave her a confused look.

"I don't know. It's not like I have any friends other than you guys." Xavier said sarcastically. The one thing about Xavier is that when he was scared, he was more than likely to be agitated, and it always showed. 

"Did you give one to Chloe?" Montana asked.

"No, I never-..." Xavier paused, throwing a glare in her direction. "What are you implying?"

"I'm not implying anything, I'm just eliminating suspects, is all." Montana defended, quirking an eyebrow at Xavier. "y/n, have you given a key to anybody?"

You shook your head, hoping this didn't cause a fight, "No, I have not."

"See?" Montana offered, looking rather smug, "We're just eliminating, that's all."

Xavier glanced at you, and you nodded encouragingly. He seemed to like that, nodding himself and rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, I'm kind of freaked out..."

"That's understandable, Xavier. You don't have to apologize." Brooke said, shooting a small glare at Montana, who hid a smirk. "Do you guys want us to stay?"

"Yeah, if they come back, it's four against them," Montana offered, looking delighted at having the chance to kick some ass.

"No, you ladies can go home," Xavier said, before smiling at you. You felt your heart flutter. "We'll be alright."

After bidding the girls goodnight, Xavier plopped onto the empty cushion next to you. He glanced at you longingly, before saying, "I'm sorry if I scared you." 

You shook your head, "Please, do not apologize. If it were me, I would have called the SWAT team."

Xavier laughed, "I don't doubt that! Seriously though, I'm glad neither of us was home."

You nodded, "But it doesn't change the fact that they were in my room looking for something..."

Xavier frowned now, thinking, "I know... We checked every room, nothing else looked out of place."

"You're right, nothing has been stolen..." you said.

You sat there for about an hour, talking through your day. Xavier gave you his full attention, even when you'd hear his phone vibrating in his pocket every few minutes. He ignored it, asking you questions until you yawned loudly, falling into the back of the couch.

"y/n?" he asked, his voice sounding tired.

"Yes?" you whispered.

"I'm glad you're safe."

2.

You almost forgot about the home invasion completely. Your landlord changed the locks, issuing you a new key. Xavier's stress eased as the week passed, and soon he was back to his old self. 

You didn't think much of it when Chloe started acting oddly friendly towards you, smiling at you or asking you questions about what you were doing whenever you saw each other. You assumed it was because she was bored when Xavier's attention was elsewhere.

The group was finally getting back together, and you found yourself having to face going to Chloe's place for the first time. You dressed for the hot weather, while Montana silently got ready beside you. You wondered if she was alright. She usually was bubbly before a night out. Brooke was just now getting back from her shift, occupying the shower in the other bathroom.

"Do you think this dress is too short?" Montana suddenly asked, turning around in her leopard print, knee-length dressed.

"Nope," you said honestly, "It's the perfect length for your height."

"Aww, thank you, y/n," she said, though her tone didn't match her words. 

You nodded, running the brush through your hair one last time. 

"Are you okay?" you finally asked, looking at her through the mirror.

Montana seemed uncomfortable, and you regretted asking. Montana never liked to be pushed for answers, especially if it regarded something personal. However, she looked at you as if she wanted to tell you, so you patiently waited.

"You know the guy I've been messing around with, Trevor?" she asked.

You nodded, "Yes, why?"

She shuffled in front of the mirror, taking her makeup bag and digging through it quickly. She often did this when she was nervous. Montana started applying mascara, using it as a ploy to avoid looking at you. "Well, I kind of had him do some digging on Chloe Smith."

Your eyes widened as Montana nonchalantly applied her makeup. "You what?"

"You can't get mad!" Montana said, switching the wand to the other eye. "I kept thinking about it, and it doesn't make sense. Like you said the other night, we've all been friends for years. You and Xavier never gave us keys to your apartment. Chloe has been around for only a year. She probably feels left out, and since you live with Xavier, it looked like a red flag to me." she said before observing her work. Montana continued, "So I had Trevor ask his brother to look into her, he's a real estate agent and has access to background checks. So he looked up her name, and he didn't find much, but..."

You egged her on, "But?"

"Long story short, she's a bit of a stalker," Montana said brightly, turning to look at you. "There's a restraining order against her for obsessive stalking."

Your mouth fell open at this, wondering why Montana looked so damn cheerful about this. 

"I know what you're thinking. I think it's great news if Xavier finds out who she really is, then he'll break up with her and be with you."

As much as you wanted to rejoice and praise the Lord above, you knew this was wrong. "Montana, that's not right!"

"Why not?" she pressed, looking through her makeup once again. 

"We don't know if she was the one in my room. Anyone could have a key made-."

"Exactly! She's been with Xavier for this long. If the neighbors saw, they'd think nothing of it. Trevor's brother agreed, he said people have gotten into unavailable apartments by falsifying keys and claiming they live there. It's not that hard to do, as scary as that sounds."

"I don't understand what she could have been looking for," you said, frowning. Your heart rate increased, wondering if Montana was possibly right. 

"I don't know, pictures, a diary, a vibrator?" Montana joked until she saw the look on your face. "y/n?"

Your face paled as you quickly left the bathroom, going to your bedroom, and promptly digging through your dresser. You heard Montana, and now Brooke calling your name as you threw clothes all over the place. Your worst fear was confirmed when you realized your journal was gone.

"y/n!?" Montana asked, stopping in the doorway. Brooke was behind her, dressed and ready to go. She looked concerned. 

"My journal is gone," you choked. 

Montana gasped, placing a hand over her mouth. Her eyes were excited, though. Brooke looked more lost, looking between the both of you with a crinkled face. "y/n? What is going on!?"

"Montana, I think you might be right," you said, looking at her. 

Brooke looked impatient, and you slowly gathered your clothes with shaky hands as Montana filled her in on the possible scandal. Brooke gasped at the appropriate times and quietly asked if they should tell Xavier or not.

"I don't know!" you moaned, sprawling out on your bed. "He's going to be so pissed at us!"

"Not if we catch the bitch red-handed!" Montana interjected, coming to stand in front of you. "Look, y/n, we're all in this together. If it turns out we were wrong, which is a very low possibility, I will personally take responsibility for it."

"I couldn't ask that of you," you said flatly.

"Too bad, I'll do the same," Brooke piped up from behind Montana, smiling at you. "I always thought something was off about her. She won't get away with this."

Montana turned to her, grinning. "Get it, babe."

Brooke blushed and glowed the entire way to Chloe's place as you thought over a plan. 

- 

As you waited for the boys to arrive, you were getting a headache thinking of all the things you wrote in your journal about Xavier. It's probably been well over two months since you wrote in it last. Still, you gushed about your best friend more than once, praising how much you loved him. 

The atmosphere in Chloe's home was warm, and you hated that. Brooke and Montana were helping her in the kitchen while you lounged on a chair to keep up appearances. Brooke had brought you a hard lemonade, which remained untouched as your head got worse by the minute. 

The television was on low; MTV was playing an 80s rewind, and you attempted to distract yourself, focusing on George Michael. You occasionally heard Chloe's voice chime in, and your friends laughing at whatever she said. As much as you hated to admit it, you felt left out.

It wasn't long before there was a series of knocks on the door. You shot up, calling out that you'd get it. You were almost knocked onto the couch when a tall, redhead breezed past you. Chloe swung open the door, squealing at the sight of Ray, Chet, and Xavier holding bottles of alcohol and a bag of snacks. Xavier was barely in the door when Chloe was all over him, causing Ray to roll his eyes and push through.

Chet met your eyes and smiled, and you couldn't help but smile back.

Montana and Brooke came out after hearing the commotion, and for a few minutes, there was loud laughter and talking as everyone began to settle in. Xavier was dressed like he came straight out of a magazine cover, and you clenched your legs together. 

"I'm starving, is the pizza here yet?" Ray asked as he followed the others into the kitchen. You followed hastily, not wanting to watch nor hear the sounds of Chloe and Xavier making out in entrance.

"We just ordered it fifteen minutes ago!" Brooke said, hugging Ray tightly as he kissed her forehead. You smiled, amazed at how in love they were. Montana nudged you, throwing a protective arm over your shoulders as Chet stuffed the alcohol they brought into the fridge. 

"We'll wait until she gets a few in her," Montana mumbled, "Then we'll give her a taste of her own medicine."

You nodded silently, still feeling like it was a bad idea. As much as you loved your friends, you feared this was going to blow up in your faces. Chloe and Xavier squeezed into the crowded kitchen, going for the alcohol as they managed to hang onto each other. 

You followed the others into the living room, taking your original spot on the couch and opening the lemonade Brooke had given you. You beckoned for them to sit next to you, but was aghast when Chloe and Xavier sat next to you, Xavier in the middle. You felt your cheeks get red as Chloe threw her long legs over his lap, her feet just inches from you. The girls gave you an apologetic glance as everyone found a spot on the remaining furniture or on the floor.

The first few hours were spent eating and laughing at all the outrageous stories Ray had from working on the road. After you ate, you felt your headache slowly melting away. Chloe was definitely lightweight as she quickly became more clingy and loud towards Xavier, who seemed to be more interested in what Chet was talking about than her babbling incoherently. 

Ray convinced Chloe to dig out the Wii, and he was fighting with Montana on who got to be the first player. From the corner of your eye, you could see that Xavier was watching you. You fought the urge to look, smiling as Brooke leaned back against your legs, laughing at her boyfriend and best friend arguing over who the best Mario character is.

"Xavieeee, I have a secrettttt..." you heard Chloe whisper a little too loudly, her wide eyes staring at Xavier, who was still looking at you.

"Not now, babe," he brushed her off, before turning his attention on Chet, who asked him a question you couldn't hear.

"I have to pee!" Montana said suddenly, standing up and meeting your eye. 

"Me too!" you said, catching the hint and throwing Chloe's long legs off you. Brooke nodded in support, scooting closer to Ray, who was loading Mario Kart. 

You did your best to appear nonchalant, but you were still nervous as you followed Montana down the hall. Instead of veering right into the bathroom, you crept down the hallway and walked straight into her bedroom. 

It was an ordinary room, white walls, a large bed, a record player with a bin of records underneath. There was a guitar shoved in the corner, and it felt wrong invading her space like this.

"Don't feel bad, y/n," Montana said quietly, looking at you. "She has no respect for you. But we have to hurry!" 

You nodded and quickly began to dig around. You made sure to put everything back in its place and not make too big of a mess. Montana had the same idea, but her actions were more rushed than calculated. You heard Chloe's laughter, along with the others as someone turned on the sound-bar. You could hear an intense game of Mario Kart going on. 

Montana's loud gasp sent chills up your spine. You turned from your spot looking underneath her bed, seeing her holding a box she got from the closet. "What is it, Montana?" you asked.

"I found your diary," she whispered, looking at you.

You realized you forgot to listen to what was going on in the other room. 

Montana quickly grabbed you, forcing the two of you two squeeze in the little closet as Chloe's voice grew closer. Montana held a hand to your mouth as she shut the door, and it became silent as Chloe entered, giggling to herself as she grabbed a jacket from her bed, stumbling back out.

You waited a few minutes before Montana pushed you out, and the two of you stared at each other in disbelief.

"What do we do now!?" you hissed, pointing to the small box Montana still had clutched in her hand. 

"I didn't think this far!" Montana shot back, before opening the lid. Your heart stopped, seeing your journal, along with a small notepad on top. It was no bigger than the palm of your hand, and underneath, it looked like there was a photo of you and Xavier. 

"We can't cause a scene with everyone here!" you said, and Montana nodded in agreement. "We have to go back out there, or they'll think we're up to something."

"I need you to play sick," Montana said, removing the contents and shoving the box on the shelf. "We'll be in deep shit if we're caught. I'm going to sneak this out, and we'll present it to Xavier later,"

"How is he supposed to believe we found it here?" you asked as Montana shoved it under her shirt. "This isn't going to work!"

"y/n, trust me this once, please," she said, before wrapping her arm around you. "Lean into me like you're sick so we can hide the this between us." 

You went along with it, stumbling out and hiding in the bathroom. Montana flushed the toilet, and you ran the water for a few seconds before coming out, back in your position. 

"Guys, y/n isn't feeling well, I'm going to take her home," Montana said, leading you towards the door.

"What's wrong, y/n?" Chet and Ray asked while Xavier stood up, almost knocking Chloe off his lap. She looked disgruntled, shooting you a glare. You pretended you didn't see, scrunching your face up.

"She got sick, I'll stay with her until Xavier gets home," she pushed, attempting to get away as Xavier walked towards the two of you, clearly concerned.

"Hey babe, are you good?" he asked you, and you hid your smile as Chloe frowned at the name.

"I think the alcohol just isn't agreeing with me," you lied, giving him what you hoped was a weak smile. "You don't have to worry about me, Xavier,"

"I'm always worried about you, y/n," he said, frowning at you.

Chloe stood up, coming over and attempting to put her arms around him. Xavier allowed it but didn't reciprocate as she gave you a dirty stare. Montana returned the glare, squeezing your arm, silently begging you not to move.

"She'll be fine, Xavieee!" Chloe said, "Let M-Montana take her home,"

You desperately wanted to tell her to fuck off but refrained. "I'll wait up for you," you assured Xavier. But before you could say anything else, Montana stumbled, forcing the two of you apart. Your journal, along with the photo and notepad, clattered to the hardwood floor.

Your friends watched them clatter to the ground, and you immediately wished lightning would strike you down. 

Chloe blinked before recognition flashed in her eyes. "WERE YOU IN MY ROOM?"

Montana, bless her soul, bent down and scooped it. "Don't act so fucking surprised, you lying sack of-."

"Montana!" Xavier said before he recognized your journal. Chet squeezed his way towards you as Chloe fumed in her spot, the others watching quietly. 

"You went into y/n's room and stole this!" Montana accused, waving the journal in Chloe's face. "You're fucking psychotic!"

"Chloe, is that true?" Xavier asked, giving her a dumbfounded look. 

"Of course not, baby! They're setting me up!" Chloe hiccuped, tears welling up in her eyes as she pointed at you and Montana. "They're lying."

"If they're lying, what is this?" Chet asked, holding up the notepad that Montana left on the ground. Your face paled as you saw your name continuously written in black ink before scribbled with red ink. "And that's not even the most fucked up thing in here!" Chet glared at Chloe and Xavier, "This is fucked up."

"I need you all to leave," Xavier said, "Now!"

Chet was yelling at Chloe and Xavier as the others hurriedly grabbed their things, almost pushing each other out of the apartment. 

"Xavier-," you said, wanting to plead with him to believe you.

"y/n, go!" he said, his eyes hard as Chet carefully pulled you into the hall. The last thing you saw was Xavier's angry expression before the door was slammed in your face. 

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Could I request an Xavier x reader where she gets deep cuts on her face, so she comforts Xavier about his burns like "It’s not so bad, look, my face is fucked too." And "We still have each other" kinda thing please? Bby boy needs to know that he's not alone.

that shit hurted… but nevertheless, here you go xoxo

{gif cred to kendaspntwd}

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you felt like you’d been waiting for hours when it reality it had only been a few minutes since everyone had left to try and get help. well everyone but you and xavier. both of you were badly injured. before you all met back an the camp entrance, you’d all gone your separate ways and let’s just say every single one of you has had a long night. chet got a stake through his shoulder, brooke was kidnapped by nurse rita who happened to be an imposter, montana well you didn’t exactly know but she was covered in dirt from head to toe, ray was still nowhere to be found, and margaret and trevor got attacked by jingles. trevor sadly didn’t make it or so margaret says.

“what’s taking them so long?”

xavier’s groans grasp you back to reality. he was laying on the tiny bed with a damped towel on his forehead which brooke had given him hoping it would help with the swelling. xavier’s face was covered with blisters and raw skin for having suffered a second degree burn. a subject which you didn’t want to touch on not wanting to upset him. he’d already told you enough. 

“maybe the fact people don’t wanna step foot in a camp that’s in the middle of nowhere and that’s known for mass murders.” you say sarcastically hoping it would make him laugh. and it did. 

he sits up on the edge of the bed, “i’m really sorry i dragged you here with me, y/n.” before you could tell him not to blame himself he spoke again, “maybe this is my karma.” he motions to his face.

“hey, no,” you shake your head no, “don’t do that. i’m a big girl, i made the decision to come. don’t be blaming yourself.” 

he sighs, “i just can’t believe it wasn’t old age that made me ugly and wrinkly... but instead being shoved in a goddamn oven.”

in all the years you’ve known xavier, all he’s cared about was his looks. he cared so much about his appearance and you didn’t really blame him. that’s all he had been told and made-believe that mattered. all people used him for. though after meeting you he had begun to see beyond his looks.

“it’s not so bad xav,” you hold his hand in yours, “i mean my face is fucked too wouldn’t you say?” he immediately shakes his head no, “c’mon! i have cuts all over it- i’m pretty sure that freak gave me a free fucking nose job. maybe i should be thanking him.” 

his laugh echoed around the cabin. “your nose was fine. still is.” 

you wondered how sometimes xavier could go from being a pompous ass to the sweetest and most caring guy. not many were lucky enough to see that side of him though. sometimes you swore he was only like this with you. 

“you’re a sweetheart, plympton.” you tease him. 

xavier goes to lay back down on the bed, “i mean it!” you keep your eyes on him, “i can’t rock this look, all these blisters and burns on my face but you-”

“i do nothing. there’s nothing left to say okay?” you say putting the towel back on his forehead, “we’re in this together.” 

he was in so much pain but trying so hard to hide it. you thought it was so maybe you wouldn’t get so scared about being stuck in this camp or worry about him but it wasn’t working. 

“even if we get out of here?” 

you scoff, “of course. especially when we get out of here.”

“then let’s hope,” he holds onto your hand, “we make it out alive.” 

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Xavier and Tana really miss clubbing a little bit. Back then they only did it because they wanted to get a good hook up and get drunk a lot. But now, they wanted to go because the two of them have now an amazing group of friends and also lovely couples. They literally have to beg Michael and Wanda to come. Same with Bucky in the case of Xavier. And everything was going amazing until some stupid jerk called Xavier "fag" and in response Bucky broke the guy's nose and that's when the fight started.

A/N: Bucky is super protective, and nothing will change my mind.

Warnings: Cussing

Clubbing Gone Wrong (Avenger! Xavier Plympton x Bucky Barnes)

“Oh my God, you actually came!” Montana screamed over the loud music.

Michael rolled his eyes at her, pulling Wanda closer to his side in the big crowd.

“Did we really have much of a choice?” he yelled back.

“Nope!”

The gang was finally altogether at the club. This definitely wasn’t an easy task, however.

Xavier had to practically nag Bucky to come along. And Montana pretty much bribed Michael into coming with Wanda.

Montana and Xavier haven’t been to a club since the 80′s, and they were looking for something to finally enjoy during their time off.

Luckily, Trevor recommended a fun club he found around the area, inviting Montana, Xavier, and any of their friends to come along. (He was able to pull some strings and get them in for free).

And of course, all of them had to bring their dates. Montana and Trevor, Wanda and Michael, and Bucky and Xavier.

Montana dashed away from the couple and grabbed ahold of everyone else, pulling them to their circle of friends so that they could dance together.

Montana and Trevor were clearly having a blast, remembering their time partying back when they were in the 80′s.

Michael and Wanda kind of just stood around for a while, but eventually, Wanda began to sway her hips a bit to the music. It didn’t take long for her to reach for Michael’s hand, attempting to get him to move with her. Of course, he couldn’t say no, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t blushing a ridiculous amount the whole time.

Xavier was having a ball with Bucky, who just stood there sipping on his drink with a small smile on his lips. He watched his boyfriend dance around like a maniac. However, he had to admit that he had the moves. And the short-shorts he was wearing did nothing to help Bucky’s bashful feelings about everything.

Montana and Xavier began to jump in unison with each other, reminiscing about the fun times they used to share together.

However, this was all cut short very quickly when a man screamed out to them, targeting Xavier with some very not nice name-calling.

“People like you don’t belong here!” he slurred, clearly drunk and daring as ever.

Xavier just looked at him and tried to think of some retaliation. However, embarrassment and being ashamed took over his judgement, forcing his gaze to the floor instead.

It didn’t take long for Bucky to step in though, placing himself right between the two men.

“What did you just say?” he yelled back, his eyes darkening at the drunk.

“You fucking heard me! Get this thing out of my sight before I-”

A loud crack could be heard suddenly, almost louder than the music itself.

The man stumbled backwards and fell on his back, staring up at Bucky with anger.

This grabbed everyone’s attention, especially Michael, Wanda, and Trevor’s.

“You fucking broke my nose!” the man criticized, standing back up with blood pouring down his face.

“Don’t ever speak about him like that again.”

The drunk stared on for a little bit before raising his own fist, attempting to land one on Bucky’s temple.

However, Bucky quickly caught his hand and gave it a twist. This had the man yelling out in pain, when quickly, Bucky had tossed him across the club and into a nearby wall.

A group of men suddenly pushed through the crowd with angry looks, clearly the friends of the man now groaning in pain on the floor.

Oh, great. 

Michael looked to the rest of the group, all of which seemed ready to fight. 

He didn’t even have time to argue before the battle broke out, everyone suddenly being hit and thrown about like some type of movie scene.

Michael knew it wouldn’t take long for security to rush in so he decided to take matters into his own hands, literally.

The drunk men were suddenly floating in the air, Michael using his powers to break up the fight.

With a flick of his hand, the men were sent into the farthest wall and onto their backs.

Michael quickly gave a look to everyone, and they rushed out the building in an instant.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Xavier confronted Bucky once they were outside and far away from the club.

“Of course I did,” he responded incredulously. “Nobody should be spoken to in that way.”

Xavier gave Bucky a hug at this, thanking his boyfriend silently for standing up for him.

There was silence after this. Nobody really knew what to do or say about the predicament until Trevor cut in.

“That club was pretty lame anyways. There’s a nice pizza place around the corner that we could go to though. I’m personally starving.”

“Hell yeah,” Montana chimed in, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the restaurant.

“Last one in has to pay!” she giggled out, causing Michael and Wanda to chase after them, joining in on the fun.

Bucky looked to Xavier then, quickly grabbing his hand in his own, offering a smile to his boyfriend.

[dyns33]

Little museum

Summary : As his friend, Reader accepts to host Xavier after he was safed from Camp Redwood, because journalists are after the survivors. But he refuses to talk about what happens and after weeks, is still here. Reader tries to do her best to help. 

It’s soooooo bad..... First, because I have no idea what is going to happen next, so I imagine an ending, but I cant tell you more. And it was hard, because after learning what happened to Xavier, I just wanted to hug him and told him everything was going to be okay. Here he is a bit OOC, I hope nobody will be shocked, because I tried to imagine what he would say about certain things and now I hate myself, I’m sorry, bye. 

               "Your roommate is single ? Are you together ?"

The Camp Redwood massacre had been in the headlines of all the newspapers, which were desperately trying to get an interview of the survivors. Some, like Trevor Kirchner and Chet Clancy had accepted, becoming almost immediately national stars, heroes, who deserved a medal for their courage, who should write a book, who would inspire (and entertain) many people, while others fled the press. This was the case of Xavier, much to the surprise of (Y / N). She could not really say that they were close, some sports sessions together, cigarette exchanges, nothing more, but she had agreed to host him when he had begged her, explaining that the journalists had found his address and that he could not return to his apartment. He was not going to work either, even if he loved his job. Too risky according to him. They were everywhere.

           "I thought you wanted to become famous. It's a good opportunity, maybe a producer will notice you."

           "My talent is the only thing I need to become a great actor, thank you."

Xavier refused to talk about what had happened at the camp. As soon as the news evoked the event, he changed channels. No doubt he had been a little traumatized by this experience, there had been a lot of blood, deaths, but his behaviour did not resemble the Xavier that (Y / N) knew. Happy. Cocky. Detached. Ready to do anything to be in a movie. Damn, he would have even agreed to play his own role if they decided to recreate the massacre, even if it was really poor taste. But no, he did not do anything like that. At night, in the corridor, she heard him cry, never daring to go see him. He was screaming in his sleep sometimes but she was acting as if she had not noticed anything, meeting him for breakfast with a big smile, making no comment on his dark circles or his pathetic look.

Several weeks passed thus, Redwood became a news item among many that no longer interested anyone but Xavier did not go home, while the paparazzi could not wait for him. He hardly ever went out since he moved in with her. It was as if he was afraid of something else. Be alone ? Please, he had plenty of friends, he could have a girl in his bed every night if he wanted, no worries on that side, and above all he had always been very good at dealing with his emotions. When she met him when he arrived in LA, (Y / N) felt that something was wrong with him, that he was tense, that he was still looking behind his shoulder, as if he feared someone was following him, but he was still smiling. If asked how he was, the answer was always "Very good !". After all, Xavier was an actor. Actors were weird and hard to read. Yet sometimes, behind his smile, he looked vulnerable, lost, frightened. But all this was hidden behind this beautiful smile, because of which it was difficult to refuse him something. Except that he was starting to become a little intrusive, in the sense that he never left her couch, that he often followed her into the apartment, that he was only a shadow. (Y / N) wanted to help him, and even though part of her liked to have him here, just to herself, she was convinced that it was better for him to go, get back to a normal life, to forget all that. It would be better for everyone. So when her friend Madison, who had seen him during a quick visit, had asked her if she could try her luck with him, she did not dissuade her. Maybe that was what Xavier needed, to have fun in a bar, to dance, a good fuck and the next morning, he would be the good old Xavier again as before all this mess. Even if Madison was not the best lover.

           "She's... a little nasty." she explained to the actor, when she told him that a friend of hers had a crush for him. "Selfish, superficial. But if you want to have fun, she's the girl you need."

           "Why would I need to have fun ?"

           "Who does not need it ?"

           "And you agree. You want me to go out with your friend."

In his voice, (Y / N) had the impression of hearing surprise and disappointment. No, she did not really want him to go out to Madison, but to love someone was to do the right thing for their well-being and to let them go. They were friends, nothing more, Xavier was free and she could not bear to see him die slowly in her living room. A spark of sadness pierced his eyes, a little pout too, but he quickly posted a big smile, agreeing to meet "this chick". For the first time in almost a month, she slept in an empty, silent apartment, which was almost stifling for her. The next day, Xavier thanked her for the date, she was right to push him to meet Madison and he was going to see her again. Almost every night. Every week. At least he did not give her details, he did not boast, he did not bring her back here. (Y / N) would not have bare it. It was with great difficulty that she remained calm when he announced a great news to her.

           "Madison offers to move in with her."

           "Oh." she managed to articulate. "It's great. A bit fast, but great."

           "I thought you'd be happy. I have abused your hospitality enough, you had to start getting tired of me. I'm going back to work, I have a girlfriend, I'm the happiest man !"

That smile. This brilliance in his eyes. Sadness. Hope. As if he wanted her to say no, tell him to stay. She must had to take her dreams for reality, why would he want that ? So she nodded, making a joke that his beauty products had flooded her bathroom and that she had to read the labels to tell her shampoo from everything he was using for my hair.

           "Hey, my hair is perfect and they need care, you know it !" he chuckled, but he seemed tense.

After his departure, (Y / N) regretted not having detained him, but she knew where he was, her goal was reached, so why was she not satisfied ? Xavier and her were not made to be together, they were too different, they had desires and moods that could not coexist. If she wanted to, she could have kept him, made herself indispensable, used the nurse's syndrome so that he thought he loved her and that he could not live without her, but only monsters did that. And even though she sometimes had bad thoughts, (Y / N) was not a monster. She could not help but ask Madison how things went with the actor when they met.      

           "This date was a real disaster. He is a lot less funny and naughty than his physical appearance suggests, I was very disappointed."

           "Really ? Well, it happens... you're not going to dumped him just for that, right ?"

           "What are you talking about ?"

           "For a bad date, while all the others were great."

           "The others ? Girl, I only saw that bastard once, weeks ago and I have not heard about him since."

Xavier had lied. He did not like Madison. They had no other dates. He did not live with her. A phone call to the gym told her that he had not returned to work either. She rang several times at his place, but nobody was here. At the height of despair, she called him, falling each time on his ridiculous messaging.

           "Listen." she sobbed. "I just want to know that you're ok, safe. You do not have to lie to me, I would not have been mad that things are not working with Madison, she's a bitch. I would not have been mad either that you need some more time before you get back to work, or at your flat. Please tell me you're at your flat. Or no, you don't have to tell me. You do not have to tell me where you are, but just that you do not sleep outside. I've never been in the situation you've lived, I do not know what I need to do to help you. I wanted to protect you, shutting you away from everything, but I also want you to shine as before, for you to be Xavier again. If I did things wrong, I'm sorry."

Stupidly, she hoped that he would answered her, that he would picked up, but after several seconds of void, she hung up, before going to crumble on her bed. A strange noise woke her suddenly in the middle of the night. It came from the living room. The window, footsteps, a groan in the half-light probably because the intruder had bumped into something. (Y / N) was paralyzed, not knowing whether to yell, run, hide or fight. She quickly opted for the last option, catching the baseball bat she kept in a closet and preparing to greet her visitor. As soon as the door of her room opened, she knocked with all her might. The man gave a cry of pain, falling and raising his hands to protect himself.

           "It's me, it's me !"

           "Xavier ? Idiot, you scared me !" she growled.

           "I do not have the keys. I got your message, so I came. If I knew..."

After turning on the light, (Y / N) went to get a bandage for his forehead because she had not missed. They then sat on the bed, a little intimidated, without daring to look at each other. Slowly, Xavier breathed, his hand resting on hers.

           "It's hard to explain everything without telling everything. And I do not want to tell everything, I do not want to remember that night, but I've done things... before. Frequenting the wrong people. I'm not very proud of all that and I wanted to run away from that, but it will always be with me I guess. You see... I knew a guy who helped me, really helped me, when I was at the lowest. I trusted him, I think I loved him, I was wrong because he was bad, possessive, manipulative. He would not let me go, he came to the camp, he died there, but even after I was afraid that he would find me, that one of his friends would look for me, so I needed a place. Except that I have no one, I have no family, no real friends. The others can understand, but I did not want to bother them, so I thought about you. You did not ask questions, you were perfect, I promise. And then you talked about Madison."

           "You did not have to..."

           "No, I know. I was surprised you offered it to me, but I had a stupid idea to test you because I was starting to feel comfortable with you and I think I have some trust issues with all that happened. I wanted to check that I was not a Rembrandt for you. You passed the test, but I was disappointed. I wanted you to fight for me, to do everything to keep me, like... Blake. A part of me was flattered to be considered the best, the most beautiful, irreplaceable. But it was not love, it was not good. You understand ? I wanted to stay and I wanted to leave, I loved him and I hated him. At the end, I did not want to see him again, I wanted him to die, but he saved me so I..."

She did not understand the Rembrandt's story, but to see Xavier in that state, a little hysterical, crying loudly, breathing with difficulty and visibly ashamed of what he was revealing to her, was hard. Fortunately Blake was dead, because she would have hunted him down to kill him. The poor boy next to her was obviously broken because of him, because of what he had done to him and what he had forced him to do, because of Redwood...

           "You could have told me about it..." she whispered, approaching, but not daring to take him in her arms. "Or someone else. You should not keep all that for yourself, and... you're not a Rembrandt. Rather a Da Vinci, or a Michelangelo."

This remark made him smile under the tears and he turned his bright eyes towards her, biting his lips.

           "This guy was an moron." she continued. "Like everyone who collects works of art by enclosing them in safes. Art is shared, Art must be seen by everyone, but above all... you are not a work of art. You are not an object."

Gently, she put her free hand behind his neck so that he could rest his head on her shoulder. The gesture frightened him a little, she felt him tense, but he let her do it, sobbing harder than before, wrapping his arms around her.

           "I knocked down a guy while going to the camp..." he cried.

           "It was an accident."

           "I tried to give Trevor to Blake so he would leave me alone."

           "I saw Trevor, he is a big guy, he would have handle him."

           "I took everyone there, without me nothing would have happened."

           "Other people would have responded to the announcement."

           "I... played in a gay porn."

           "... Nobody is perfect."

Her response caused him a violent rattle and (Y / N) immediately regretted having wanted to do a joke to relax the atmosphere. For an actor, he did not know the classics very well.

           "I mean it does not matter, Xavier. It was a mistake, we all make mistakes."

           "I did not want to do it, but Blake... and now I do not know, I'm afraid someone will find the tape."

           "It will not happen. Plus that person will have to explain why they're watching a gay porn."

           "I'm lost, I do not know if I'm... you know. I do not know. To be successful, I have to be sure of myself, and strong, and sexy, and I must please girls. I love girls. I'm not gay. I think. I..."

           "Shhh."

As with a child, she cradled him by massaging his hair, trying, no doubt in vain, to make him forget all that, to get rid of all these problems and questions.

           You're Xavier Plympton, you're an excellent dancer and actor. You're my friend, whatever happens."

           "Even if I'm... I..." he stammered, raising his teary eyes to her.

           "Whatever happens, trust me."

Since they had enough emotions for the evening, she invited him to lie down with her so they could sleep, telling him that he could wake her up if he had a nightmare. They would talk again tomorrow. Or not, it was his decision. In any case she would be here because she cared for him and she wanted to help him, while secretly hoping that he would never leave. Almost immediately after closing her eyes, she fell asleep, not hearing Xavier's last confession.

           "I helped Montana kill Brooke. Things did not go as planned because of Mr. Jingles, she was the only one who was supposed to die. When I knew that Ray was dead, when I saw Chet's shoulder, when I realized we were in a real mess, I panicked. I thought Montana had lied to me, I could not trust anyone anymore, I wondered if that was her who had told Blake where I was, because I had not told anyone. That's why I killed her, I pretended it was Jingles, but that it was me. If you knew all that... I do not think you'd be that nice. I'd like when you are nice to me, I like that you are taking care of me. We're going to be good together. Very good."

He kissed her tenderly on the forehead before shaking her tightly against him, trapping her in his embrace. He could trust her. She would not betray him. Not force him to do things he did not want to do. Not leave him. And if she tried... Xavier knew what to do. Redwood had shown him.

[syven-siren]

Fixated

Summary: Trevor has enough of your bad behavior and thinks a little discipline is in order.

Tagging: @demonindenim​ I hope you don’t mind. Thought you might like this 💚💙

Before you both ever started dating, Trevor had taken notice of one of your eccentricities. At first, he thought you were doing it to catch his attention. The way you’d put almost anything in your mouth was a rather enticing image. 

He wasn’t bashful in admitting he had pictured you with your mouth stuffed full or your tongue twirling around something on more than one occasion as he got himself off. But when you finally became a couple, he came to the realization that it wasn’t just a flirtatious gesture. It was an all-out obsession on your part. There have been many times where he’s caught you sucking on your fingers or gnawing on the end of a pen. He often wondered if you were only dating him because of his massive cock. You would practically drool whenever it was visible which was often. It’s not like it was an easy feature to hide anyway.

At some point though, enough was enough and he had to start telling you ‘no’. It was for your sake as much as it was his. He couldn’t have you getting him hard every time you went out or were at home just trying to spend a relaxing evening in. Simple tasks became too much to handle when he had you next to him licking on a spoon or sneakily holding his hand only to take his fingers in your mouth. It was getting ridiculous and obscene to level even Trevor thought he couldn’t handle. 

That’s when punishments started. And oh, did you both enjoy the punishments.

“(Y/N), no. Stop.” Trevor’s jaw ticks as you continue licking at the pad of his thumb. He was just trying to caress your face, show you some affection. His thumb had barely traced your bottom lip before you decided to use it to satiate your urge. You now have his thumb in your mouth, sucking on it as if it was a piece of candy. 

“What?” You ask innocently, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Enough.” 

You pout when he pulls away from you and walks off. Trevor is exhausted from your displays. He has had this ache in his pants all day thanks to you. Maybe a shower would help. 

When he finally returns, he finds you sitting on the couch watching tv with a cup of soda in your hand. What catches his attention is the straw in your cup. 

“Stop it with the straw,” Trevor commands as you continue to chew the straw into oblivion. The end of it is flattened and tiny teeth indents create a jagged pattern in the plastic. 

You continue, becoming more provocative with your actions. Swirling your tongue around the edge, saliva coating on it. Now you are doing it on purpose and he knows it. The towel around his waist only gives so much room for his hardening member. 

“That’s it! Get up!” 

Taken by surprise, Trevor hauls you up by your arm; the cup of soda falling to the floor and staining the carpet. Dragging you down with him, he places you over his lap. Yanking your shorts down just below your ass cheeks, he tells you to count then strikes your bare bottom swiftly. You yelp in surprise but begin counting, not wanting to upset him. 

“One!…Two…” Your skin tingles after each slap like an electric shock went straight to that area. “Th-Three!” Tears collect in your eyes and threaten to spill over. Beneath you, Trevor’s cock is growing even harder. It’s large size presses into your abdomen causing you to squirm in excitement. He groans as your movements cause the towel to rub against his throwing length. Your ass glows red and burns even when he isn’t touching you. 

When he decides you’ve had enough punishment for your bad behavior, Trevor allows you to slide off his lap but doesn’t let you go too far. Kneeling in front of him, you watch intently as he throws his towel open. 

“Since you like sucking on things so much, I have something you can put in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

A/N: The gif is mine; please give credit if you are using it. Thanks! 

[syven-siren]

Taken Care Of

Summary: Trevor helps the reader feel better and in return gets shown some appreciation. (Trevor Kirchner x Male!Reader)

Warnings: Some good wholesome smut

Requested by @winchesterzforever​: “...breakfast in bed and morning cuddles and kisses, everyone teasing Trevor about how he treats you, and you Trevor ends up getting you better so you decide to repay him with the only thing that makes him weak, you (basically smutty sex) could it be Male reader aswell thank you 💖💖💖”

Filtering through the dusty glass windows, sunlight signals morning has come much too soon for your liking. Shivering, you reach for the discarded comforter that made its way to the floor during the night. You’re aware that the warm body, which is usually next to you, is missing; not there to comfort you this morning. Your body is sluggish, your muscles sore, and your head pounding. You tug the comforter over you to escape the glaring light that stings your sensitive eyes. Thankful that all you can hear are the quiet snores of the girls, you’re certain you’ll be able to have a few more minutes of somewhat peaceful slumber. 

Falling back into a dreamless sleep, you don’t notice the creak of the cabin door or the footsteps that make their way towards you. 

“(Y/N),” your name is whispered, “Psst. (Y/N).”

An unintelligible noise emanates from your mouth and you swat at the person tugging the sheets off of you. Rolling over, you cocoon yourself in the blanket, hoping that whoever it is, takes the hint and leaves. 

“(Y/N), wake up. I brought you breakfast.” That piques your interest. Cracking one eye open, you can make out Trevor’s silhouette and the teetering dishes balanced on a tiny cafeteria tray. Propping yourself up, you shoot a lazy smile his way causing his own grin to widen. 

“Good morning, Trev.” You croak out, your throat dry and raspy. 

“Good morning to you too, sleepyhead.” He leans down to kiss you but you shy away not wanting to contaminate him with your germs. Not faltering, Trevor pecks your cheek, his mustache tickling your skin. 

“I know it’s not much but..” He shrugs, not thinking highly of the prepared eggs, bacon, and side fruit that's cut into badly shaped hearts. 

You interrupt him, “It more than enough. You’re amazing. Thank you for doing this.” Unable to help yourself, you kiss him quickly on the lips.

Giggles disrupt the enjoyable moment. Looking over Trevor’s shoulder you can see Montana and Brooke sneaking a peek of you both. Like children who just caught their parents kissing, they quickly hide their faces in their pillows before another round of giggles fills the room. 

“You two trying to get some action in? Didn’t think you guys were into the freaky sex stuff. You like being watched?” Montana’s blunt voice asks while Brooke’s face goes incredibly red; such a pure child. Groaning, you drop your head in the crevice of Trevor’s shoulder. While he chuckles at Montana, you feel annoyed at her bold accusations. You nip at Trevor’s collarbone to keep from responding with your own sassy comeback.  

Settling on the bed, Trevor offers you a forkful of omelet, fully intent on feeding you. The girls chat away, sometimes involving you and Trevor in the conversation as the morning rolls on. Before long, the front door of the cabin is thrown open and the boys tumble through with loud greetings. The group collectively decides it's the perfect day to enjoy swimming at the lake. 

“You gonna join us at the lake, man?” Chet questions Trevor, sneakily reaching for your plate. Slapping his hand away, you stick your tongue out at him as Trevor tells him he won’t be joining the group. Making a face at you, Chet joins the others on their way out the door. After finishing off the rest of your breakfast, you're expecting to go back to bed but Trevor has other ideas. 

“Come on, baby. You need to get out of those sweaty clothes. A shower should help with your fever.”

It doesn’t take much to convince you but it does take more energy than you have to actually get out of the bed. Halfway along the walk to the showers, you are out of breath, wheezing and sniffling. Trevor’s patience with you is remarkable. His main focus is your health and wellbeing, not caring about how long the relatively short walk takes. 

Soon enough, you’re both at the showers and undressing. Moving much slower than your other half, you watch him as he peels his clothes. It’s one view you’ll never get tired of. Standing under the showerhead, the water cascades over Trevor’s body only accentuating his godly physique.  

Pressing yourself into his back, you kiss in between his shoulder blades. Reaching around him, you grip his semi-hard cock slowly stroking it. The warm water makes it much easier although you still have a difficult time due to his massive girth. Your other hand runs along his abs, feeling as each muscle tenses underneath your touch.

Turning around, he pulls you under the shower with him before kissing you deeply. The exchange sends a shock of electricity straight to your own member. Breaking away, you begin to lower to your knees but Trevor stops you. 

“You shouldn’t do this. You’re sick.” 

“But you made me feel better. I want to show you how grateful I am,” You pout, your bottom lip jetting out.

“Well, how can I refuse you when you pull that face.”

Once on your knees, both your hands work on his large member until he’s completely hard. Your thumb rubs along the tip, collecting the precum and bringing it towards your lips. Watching you lick it off, Trevor lets out a low moan of appreciation for your seductive display. Your tongue swipes along the underside of his member before taking as much of him as you can in your mouth. 

Trevor’s fingers thread through your hair, guiding your movements as you suck him off. Even with bobbing your head, you can’t take all of him in your mouth so you use your nimble hands to massage the rest.  

“Fuck. That pretty mouth of yours feels so good around my cock, baby.” His head is thrown back in bliss; enjoying the feel of your warm mouth sucking him off. Bucking his hips at the feeling, Trevor pushes his member further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. 

“If you keep that up, I’m gonna explode.” His grip on your hair tightens as he starts thrusting in and out of your mouth; only giving you a short break in-between, just enough to get a breath of air before he forces himself back in your mouth. At this pace and with how huge his cock is, your jaw becomes sore but you don’t care. Having Trevor’s enormous cock in your mouth is worth a little pain. 

Taking back control, you squeeze the base of his member and swirl your tongue around the tip then take him back in your mouth. A string of “fuck” and “so good” become repetitive like a mantra he whispers out in pleasure. He doesn’t last much longer. Holding you steady, he releases in your mouth, ropes of cum coat the back of your throat. 

A mix of saliva and cum dribble out the corner of your mouth, getting washed away by the steaming water of the shower. Pulling you up by your arms, Trevor kisses you, tasting himself on your lips. 

“Damn, you’re so good at that. Now let me take care of you, baby.” He whispers in your ear, one hand stroking your cock, the other squeezing your ass. 

Hopefully, there would be some hot water left by the time you both are finished. 

A/N: The gif is mine. Please give credit if using it. Thanks!

[hecohansen31]

KINKTOBER (15: Mutual Masturbation)

Trevor Kirschner+Fem! Reader:

SUMMARY; You and Trevor still haven’t reached the "final base”, but you can still have fun together... can’t you?

WARNINGS: Mututal Masturbation (Male and Female), Daddy Kink, Younger Female In A Relationship With An Older Man.

Your relationship with Trevor was… unconventional… to say the least.

First of all, you were much younger than him: you still remembered the first time you had visited his house and most importantly met his roommates and both Chet and Ray had asked you if you were even legal, meanwhile Xavier had literally murdered Trevor with his eyes.

Second of all, unlike him you were much shy and sweet, the type of girl who had focused her life to get one thing and one thing only.

Which was a nice job and some kind of peace and tranquility.

Third and final, you were a virgin, and with Trevor’s “special talent” you weren’t exactly in the best condition, which prompted you two to push away the “sexy times” for a bit, meanwhile he helped you be comfortable in that sense around him

But this didn’t mean that you hadn’t tried “other things” such as in that moment, when your fingers were pushed in yourself, and Trevor was across from you, his hand onto his impressive manhood.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart, let me see” he ordered softly and gently you did, pushing yourself to sit more upright onto the giant king size bed in his room, although your cheeks flushed read and you tried to hide your face, turning it away from him.

Trevor knew exactly how long it had taken for you to be this comfortable and “open” with him and he tried to challenge you in each of your “little sessions”, although he didn’t try to push over your limits, cooing you softly and praising you with compliments.

“… look at your little folds, so puffy and red…” he smirked, and he moved his hand away from himself, gently crawling closer to you, who yelped ungracefully surprised by his nearness and ashamed of the looseness of your body “… and definitely wet”.

His fingers had joined yours, gently brushing against your untouched clit and there he had gently collected some the wetness which shone bright against your most sacred areas, bringing it into his mouth.

And meanwhile you did this, although you felt extremely embarrassed by the entire thing you were completely unable to look away, and watched as Trevor tasted you, moaning at your sweetness.

“You taste fucking better than cake, my little one” he praised you and this time you did hide, moving closer to him, in the crook of his neck, moving yourself closer and releasing your finger from your hot and wet heat.

“Want daddy to take care of you, sweetheart?” he mumbled and gently pushed his fingers to replace yours, at first just teasingly tracing your folds and then pushing his own thick finger between them, entering you and making you take a sharp breath.

He giggled at your surprised expression and gently kissed your lips, pushing a few kisses on your, pecking her lips.

Then he started thrusting into you, and as soon as he found that different patch, he curled his fingers into you making your mouth turn into an “o” shape.

“… look at you, all pretty and with your mouth wide open” he moved from kissing your lips to your neck, marking the territory with little love bites, making you tangle an hand into his hair, meanwhile the others pushed itself onto his thigh, grabbing onto it to calm yourself down and anchor yourself.

And then you had an idea, gently moving your hand from his thigh onto his throbbing and ignored member, your hand feeling the strength and harshness of it, alongside the silky feeling of his manhood.

This time he was the one who was taken aback, and left her neck to face her, an incredulous look, became a malicious one, and soon his fingers started thrusting faster.

“Want to make me feel good, beautiful?” he teased you, and brought a hand softly to your neck, meanwhile his fingers pushed themselves deeper and deeper in you “… my good girl, only mine”.

You throwed your head back and rode yourself onto his finger, meanwhile your hands went up and down onto his length feeling him twitch and soon your hands were smeared with pre-cum, which helped your movements, making Trevor moan softly and you smirked rebelliously at him.

“… am I making you feeling good, daddy?” you teased him, slowing your strokes and then picking them up, trying to focus on your grip, but Trevor hadn’t lessened in the slightest his ministrations, pushing you to the limit of the edge.

“You are my heaven, babygirl” his moustache brushed against your nose, as he leaned down for a deep kiss “… come and be a good girl for me, sweetheart”.

And unable to stop yourself from following his order you came onto his fingers, soaking them embarrassingly, but a few minutes later he came thickly onto your hand.

As he retreated his hand from your sensitive womanhood, with a whimper of yours, he saved the honey liquid, quickly enveloping his dirty fingers into his mouth, as he had done before and again you were unable to do much more than stare at him.

At his tongue and the way, it promised to move between your legs, fresh hot liquid coming from your deepest intimate core.

And you mirrored him, licking the palm of your hand, and moaning lightly at the soft salty taste of him, and smirked gently at him, meanwhile he simply snickered.

“We are going to have a lot of fun, together, little girl”.

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[hecohansen31]

Fire Of My Loins (Teaser)

Trevor KIrchner+Younger Margaret’s Sister! Reader:

(A/N): Hello, lovelies!

Before you extract your knives to fight me... just know that I am working on “More Than You Bargained For” (2), which will be named “More Than You Can Give Me” (these shits are getting longer than Fall Out Boy’s titles).

But while I was working on it, I ended up not being truly able to focus on it (I still can’t), and this fic low key helped me a bit!

It is very different from my usual writing, so I am just going to tag the people who want to be tagged, so that I don’t get a shitstorm!

Just like this post to be tagged and the fic will be out on Sunday!

I STILL HATE TREVOR WITH ALL MY GUTS (and haven’t seen 9x07, when I wrote this) but hey... he low key inspired me to write this, so I honestly couldn’t help but write this down, and I hope it won’t be too much!

WARNINGS: Older! Man+Younger! Girl (Trevor according to me is either 36-40, meanwhile Reader is 22), Mention of Child Neglect and Domestic Abuse (alongside attempts of Sexual Assault), General Violence and Use of Drugs, Daddy Issues, Seducing an Older! Man, Mention of Reader’s past as a sex worker, Fingering and Oral Sex (Male-Female Receiving), PTSD, Nudity.Vulgarities.

She had been able to take a quick shower, at least her room had a bath linked to it, since it seemed to be the smallest one, something that she honestly didn’t like, but she knew better than to ask her sister for more, mostly after the little “discourse” they had had.

She honestly needed to get a grip on her life, in order for her to move away as soon as she could.

She had worked through her teen years before her “career” took over, but she hadn’t been able to attend college, since not only it made her anxious and nervous, but also, she was addicted to those men’s attention and when she “fell” for them, she devoted herself to them.

What a shitty life, had she chosen?

She was brushing her hair to dry them, simply dressed in a cotton nightgown she had found on her bed, definitely more modest than the ones she had owned, but the color gave her some kind of innocent allure.

When she moved to drop the towel in the bathroom, she found the door opening, without knocking.

She immediately turned around, as a deer in the headlights, scared that it might have been Margaret, and annoyed by the thought that somebody wouldn’t respect her privacy.

But it wasn’t Margaret.

It was a man.

Even worse.

Her heart started beating roughly and she found herself holding her hand out towards the handle of the door of the bathroom thinking that if she rushed she might hide behind it, but the man, almost as if sensing her nervousness immediately, raised his hands, trying to show that he wasn’t a threat.

“You must be (Y/N)” he commented, his tone was nice and sweet, clearly trying to calm down “… Margaret’s sister”.

“You surprised me” she simply mumbled, not knowing who this stranger was and keeping her hand onto the handle onto the bathroom door.

“I should have knocked” he muttered, clearly seeing her trembling “… I am Trevor Kirchner, Margaret’s husband”.

Margaret had never mentioned a second husband, in her visits.

So, she was a bit suspicious, but with the way he moved and acted he seemed not to want to scare her, and she relaxed a bit.

“… Margaret never talked about you” she simply uttered, and pushed herself to sit onto the bed, moving towards the little bottle of lotion she had managed to sneak away from Kent’s house, the smell of honey and roses intoxicating and comforting for her.

She tried to act nonchalantly, calming softly her nerves with the usual gestures, and immediately Trevor’s gaze shifted onto her legs, where she was smearing the lotion, and this didn’t go unnoticed from her, who took this time to analyze him better.

He was certainly charming, although some of his charm seemed ruined, shadowed by life and with the way his arms and legs moved spasmodically she knew it was drugs, and she couldn’t help but pout a little.

She would have gladly fucked him, before Kent.

Maybe just to spite Margaret.

“… she never talked about you either, till a week ago” he replied sassily, moving his eyes way from your shiny legs, as you pushed your arms up, as with them slightly your breast showcasing them more, in an act of subtle seduction that got Trevor quite engrossed, although he tried not show it “… just wanted to meet you and say that you are welcome to stay as long as you like”.

“I am staying here till I get a grip on my life” she stated, but Trevor just smirked at you, as if he didn’t believe you, as if he had said something like that to himself “… can you leave me alone? I prefer to do my beauty routine all alone, without creepy men staring at me”.

[gothicknightz]

SLAUGHTER CAMP — XAVIER PLYMPTON

PART FIVE; PARANOID

(warnings: mild swearing, ed mention, small reference of sex)

“’Where’s the beef?’” Trevor and Chet cheered in unison as the television went about screening it’s nightly tv programs, causing everyone else but Brooke to laugh.

Cassie took a seat by Chet, leaning into his side since Xavier wasn’t holding his promise as strong as she hoped.

She took his beer out of his hand easily, a complaint escaping from Chet’s mouth, “If you’re not sober enough to keep an eye on your own drinks, then don’t have them, Clancy.”

“Whatever, Cass. If you’re still not high the morning after, then you didn’t smoke it right.”

Trevor was caught up in the conversation, an amused and confused look on his face, Montana not hesitating on aiding him with that confusion. “Chet and Cassie went quick at Xavier’s apartment on his birthday.” 

“Oh. Oh.” Trevor realised as Montana chuckled.

“That wasn’t funny Montana, do you know how much those sheets cost me?” Xavier scoffed, “I- those were grade a linens, and you guys messed those up in five minutes!” 

“Don’t worry, Xavier, we get it, it wasn’t you with Cassie in bed.” Montana retorted, snickering.

Everything was going smoothly until the wicked witch of west Hollywood walked in, making a statement, “Boys and girls together after dark.”

“Ms. Booth, I think we’re in danger.” Brooke piped.

“Yes,” Margaret agreed, “We are in danger. From sin.”

Cassie rolled her eyes, and Xavier began to speak, “Brooke's just jumpy 'cause she got a prank call. It freaked her out.”

“Well, the locals think I'm crazy for reopening this camp to create a sanctuary of fresh air and exercise to purify the soul. But I refuse to let fear dictate my life. We've got a big day tomorrow. Lights out in exactly minutes.”

Cassie groaned, nearly catching onto something with Chet when Margaret decided to open her mouth again, “The boys will leave,” But that didn’t stop the pair, leading them to share a quick kiss, “And remove themselves from tempation.”

Ray sighed, as well did the others, the boys getting up and gathering.

“Hop to it. Let’s go.”

“You gonna make us pray the boners away?”

Cassie laughed, eyeing her boy-toy from earlier, “You might be late on that,” She snickered, “I think Chet’s already got one!”

Cassie’s words didn’t affect Margaret, as she continued to preach what she believed in, “A clean body is a clean mind. How many times do I have to go over the rules; boys shower at night. No exceptions.” She paused, “Now go wash the filth off so you can wake up pure and refreshed for morning prayer.”

The girls waved to the boys, and Montana even fit in a ‘bye’ for Margaret.

“She has got to get laid, otherwise it’s gonna be a long summer.” The blonde joked, chuckling afterwards before sitting besides Brooke, Cassie sitting across from them.

“Look, some dickhead broke into your apartment and attacked you. That's got to be super scary.” Cassie nodded in agreement with Montana, “Yeah, I know it’s the summer and all, but even I would like to have some privacy.”

Cassie crossed her arms, her mind going places and getting uncomfortable, “I knew somebody who got attacked by that guy, too. She was super shaked from the incident, went to a doctor for it and everything.” She sighed, running a hand through her hair.

“In conclusion, you’ve gotta be that low to be attacking someone by going in through their window; easy as hell. You’d think he’d have enough to go attack someone in the daylight.”

Brooke sniffled, “I can’t be making this up.”

“Trauma's a bitch.” Montana said, “When I was six, my mom sent me away to fat camp. I was a bit chubs but super cute.”

“I'd never been away from home before. I was so scared; every night, I'd huddle underneath my covers, praying for the sun to come up. Every sound was the bogeyman. Every shadow was a monster trying to eat me. But sometimes a shadow is just a shadow.”

“So the camp helped you face your demons?” Brooke asked, with Montana replying with a quick answer.

“Fuck, no. All they taught me was to nom and vom. But the point is, if you imagine the worst, that's all you see. You don't have to imagine the worst when it's already happened.”

—

“Wait, all you did was kiss?”

“’Course not.”

“That's what first base means.”

“Maybe for you.” “If he gets dibs on Montana, I get first shot at Brooke.” Ray interjected, joining Trevor and Chet’s conversation.

“Wait, who does that leave for me?” Chet asked, genuinely questioning the other two.

“I thought you knew already, man.” Xavier spat, “Cassie. You two know each other well enough, right?”

“Hey man, I get that you’re still mad about your linens and all, but you don’t have to go all crazy jealous on me.”

“Guys,” Trevor said, looking at the two before speaking again, “Let’s not kill each other before summer even starts.” He threw a towel over his shoulder, “I was promised a fifty buck bonus from Margaret if I kept you guys from showing claws.”

—

“What the hell, Blake?”

“That name is reserved for business associates and acquaintances; my boys never call me that.”

“Fine. What the hell, daddy?” Xavier exhaled out of frustration, opening his mouth once again to express himself, “You know, it's illegal to threaten someone over the phone. Not to mention stalking them.”

“You always underestimate yourself, X. That is your problem. But you are a goddamn Rembrandt. Do you think that I would give up a Rembrandt?”

“Look, I'm grateful for all that you've done for me...”

“I found you in MacArthur Park, a needle in your arm, your blue jeans damp from your own piss. I cleaned you up, inside and out.”

Blake continued to talk, “Little piece of advice, by the way: if you're trying to run away, don't leave a forwarding address for your paychecks at the aerobics studio.” He chuckled afterwards, “You are dumb as you are pretty,”

“And you are very, very pretty.”

—

TAGLIST: @bellaisasleep @sab-falco

[gothicknightz]

SLAUGHTER CAMP — XAVIER PLYMPTON

PART FOUR; TURBO LOVER

(warnings: minimal drug use, minor swearing)

“This sucks,” Chet complained, “ Best athletes in the world in one place, and I'm missing it. I should be in the Parade of Nations.”

“Oh, get over it ‘red, white, and blue.’“ Cassie chimed, scoffing, having to deal enough of Chet’s whining throughout phone calls and the trip to Redwood. 

“Sounds like heaven to me. I heard the male athletes outnumber the females five to one. That's some tough competition.” Brook mentioned, Cassie silently wishing she hadn’t said anything; she knew how passionate Chet was about being cut from the Olympics, and being drunk wasn’t going to help his shelf case.

Soon enough, Ray was bleeding because of Chet, trying to stand up for Brooke after he threw a can at him.

“Chet, what the hell?” Cassie was quick to spit words, knowing where this was going to end if she didn’t step in.

As if a light switch went off, Chet tried to clear things up again with an apology, but it was obvious Ray wasn’t taking any of that, “My bad. I-I didn't mean to do...”

“Back off!”

A little while after the incident, Cassie pulled herself away from the Olympics, sitting on a bed, lighting a cigarette, eyes hazily glancing over the group of friends.

It wasn’t until seconds later until Xavier caught Cassie’s eyes, and a lightbulb went off in his brain, having a look in his eyes like he wanted to say something.

“You can’t catch a break from half finished blunts can you?” Cassie looked up at the blonde and instantly gave him the finger, “What do you want, Plympton?”

“About when we were at the campfire....” Xavier trailed off, looking to the side, not being able to find words to describe himself, “I didn’t mean to look at you when I was mentioning Brooke’s assault, I really mean it.”

“Yeah, yeah, and I’m gonna go on a date with Simon Lebon after summer’s over.” Cassie took a drag from her blunt, continuing her words on parade, “I keep seeing those looks you’re giving me. I don’t believe you, not even for a second.”

“I swear on my career, I mean it-”

Xavier’s sentence was cut off by Brooke rushing in, a look of panick and exasperation painted on her face, “He's here! He's after me! He's trying to kill me!”

Cassie quickly spun around, locking eyes with Brooke, “Who? Who’s after you Brooke?”

“Mr. Jingles!”

“This is a joke, right?”

“I could make out his raincoat.”

As Brooke’s preceded paranoia began to grow, the gang decided to check out the infirmary themselves, with the brunette explaining how she heard and saw Jingles while trying to check up on the Hiker from earlier.

“I think I might’ve found your raincoat killer.” Rita said as she lifted up the raincoat that was hung up on the hanger with the ends of an umbrella.

“No, no, no. No, no, no. I am not imagining all of this!”

“Well, nobody else was here to confirm your story, Brooke. How can we tell that you’re not lying?” Cassie leant back up against the wall of the infirmary, nearly singling out her half finished blunt.

“How many hits did you take?”

“Zero.”

“Then you probably just got the mother of all contact highs.”

Xavier looked over at Brooke, “We toked on a crossbreed of Northern Lights and Nevil's Haze.”

Suddenly, the door opened and another figure walked in, causing a scream reaction from Brooke.

As if it could’ve been the devil himself instead, Margaret appeared at the door, “What in heaven’s name is going on here?” 

—

After the incident with the ‘raincoat killer,’ Brooke couldn’t catch any sleep, thus, she had heard the payphone ringing from inside the bunks on the left side of the cabin, both Cassie and Montana fast asleep.

Instead of choosing Cassie, Brooke decided to let Montana know about the phone’s suspicious nature, “Montana, wake up.”

As if she were prepared for the worst, Montana quickly wakes up and gives Brooke a cold, dead stare with a switchblade in hand.

It took the brunette by shock for sure, gasping and stuttering over her words, “W... It's-it's me. It's Brooke. Why are you sleeping with a knife?”

“I have a suspicious nature. Why are you waking me up?”

“Someone’s calling the payphone.”

“Who gives a shit?”

“He said the phone lines were down.”

“Whatever, Brooke.”

—

TAGLIST: @bellaisasleep​ @sab-falco​ 

[gothicknightz]

SLAUGHTER CAMP — XAVIER PLYMPTON

PART THREE; MANIAC

(warnings; drug usage, drinking, minor swearing)

All six friends were seated around the campfire, with Cassie and Montana sharing a log, Chet and Xavier also together, with Ray at the end with the boys, and Brooke at her own log.

Eventually the nurse showed up, taking a seat amongst the friends, “I don't smoke that funny weed. Only thing I put in my lungs... is a Marlboro Red.”

Rita takes a seat by one of the logs closest to the second cooler, as the seven were now sharing drinks and cigarettes. She lights up as Cassie opens her mouth to say something, turning towards the nurse.

“... You know what? No,” She paused, leaning over a bit, putting the rolled paper in between her lips, “Spare me a light?”

The nurse rolls the lighter, and instantly the rolling paper lights up, both Cassie and Rita leaning back. 

“Any of you been camp counselors before?” She asks, out of curiousity.

Everyone responds one way or another, all their responses hinting that none of them have been counselors before.

“The city was becoming a real circus,” Cassie took a drag from her blunt, eyes looking at Rita, “We all had to get out of there, needed some lax for the summer season.”

“I hear that,” Rita agrees, “Couldn't stand being in that city another minute. Not with all those gruesome murders happening so close to home.”

Cassie raised her blunt in agreement, before slowly whipping her head to look at Brooke when she opened her mouth, “I was attacked in my apartment by the Night Stalker. He said he'd come after me.”

“Brooke, take a chill pill,” Montana commented, “He doesn't know where you are, and nobody followed us. Nothing bad is gonna happen here.”

Cassie was too busy in her thoughts when Brooke mentioned her experience with the Night Stalker, but quipped out of it when Xavier started to talk.

“Rita. I totally understand the tradition, and usually I'm cool with that, but our friend Brooke here had a for-real assault, and we're just not in the mood for a bullshit ghost story.”

Unintentionally, Xavier made eye contact with Cassie, the girl in response giving snake eyes back, signaling something.

Rita tapped the ashes of her cigarette, “It's not bullshit. And there was no ghost.”

“I'll be honest with you. I've never been a nurse at a summer camp before. And you've never been counselors.” The nurse shifted her postion on the log, continuing her speech, “So how did we get these jobs with no prior experience?”

Cassie and Montana shared a look, knowing exactly where the patriotic mumble would go.

“That's because anybody that knows anything about Camp Redwood doesn't want to be in Camp Redwood.”

Cassie leaned over to the cooler to grab another drink, already getting bored with words, wanting some excitement at least in the bubble.

“This is the sight of the worst summer camp massacre of all time.”

—

Brooke was out, checking on the hiker while everyone was mingling inside the boys’ cabin, laughing and talking about whatever.

“Don’t even go there, Ray, I called dibs on her first.” Xavier pointed a finger at Ray, a drink in his other hand.

Ray rolled his eyes and chuckled, “Whatever, man, she’s not my type.”

“Oh yeah, what is your type then?” Xavier was sassy, and half tipsy at this point to where he was a high school girl; he wanted to know what was in around the town.

“Girls like Cassie are more my type.” Ray joked, wrapping an arm around the girl, who in return, took his arm off of her.

“You would say that Ray.” Cassie took a sip from her beer can, “You basically date anyone who doesn’t think your weird.”

“Do I?” He raised a brow, “Your standards for guys are as high as the amounts of hairspray Xavier puts in his hair.” 

Montana laughed, “Yeah, Cassie, he’s right.” She looked Cassie up and down, “Though, it looks like you and Xavier caught up.” 

Cassie rolled her eyes, “Okay, screw you guys,” The girl took another sip out of her can, “I’m betting that you’ll hook up with some rando or the guy from the gas station.”

“How much is that bet worth, Cassie?”

—

Brooke eventually joined the gang, discussing the whole hiker situation, “ I think there's something wrong with the hiker. When I went to check on him, he wigged out.” 

“He’s probably concussed, Brooke.” Cassie passed a blunt to Montana who started to speak, “I mean, we got him here, made sure he didn't die.” There was brief pause before she continued, “Karmically, we’re cool.”

Brooke mentioned about the hiker saying something bad was going to happen, but her moment was instantly taken over by someone approaching the door.

Before the door opened, everyone scrambled to hide any evidence that there was a group, let along drugs and alcohol. Cassie and Montana hid behind some storage build up in the cabin, with Xavier attempting to clean up as the figure walked in.

It turned out to be a guy who had one hell of a mustache, and a good taste in casual wear. “Hey,” He came up to the group with a serious look on his face, “ Don't you guys know you're not supposed to be coed fraternizing?”

Everyone’s breath was released as the guy mentioned that he was only just messing around, the atmosphere becoming more relaxed, and everyone regrouping.

The man went over to the cooler by Montana and Cassie to grab a beer, “ Oh, I'm Trevor, activities director.” He took a sip, “ So, technically, I'm your boss, but don't worry, I'm not gonna be enforcing any of Margaret Booth's rules for godly living.”

“Between you and me, I bet myself bucks I'd bang her by the end of the summer.”

“You bet yourself?”

“Yeah.”

—

Alarms were blaring as the halls of a ward were going awol, shouts and yells being heard from all over the place.

A man showed up, frantic, “Dr. Hopple.”

“What in God's name is going on?” 

“It's a mess, Doctor. One of the patients broke out.”

“One of the patients?”

“The entire hospital is on the front lawn. He hit the master release on the way out. Opened all the cell doors.”

“Who?”

“Mr. Jingles. I mean, Benjamin Richter.”

[gothicknightz]

SLAUGHTER CAMP — XAVIER PLYMPTON

PART TWO; ATOMIC

“How am I alive right now?” Brooke questioned, unsure of her sense of security with her encounter with the Night Stalker.

“Face it: you’re a badass.” Montana chimed.

Cassie nodded, “Tana’s right. I don’t think any of these guys have enough guts to face him. Xavier included.”

This brought an encore of complaints from the guys, with Cassie smiling, and leaning back in her seat.

“I’m not. He said he was gonna come back and kill me.”

“Totally. But in the meantime, he won’t be able to find you.” Montana assured.

Xavier called for Cassie from the front seat, the girl in response turning to Chet, “Look at that, Xavier’s asked for another job.”

“I heard you, Cass, don’t make me call you again.” Xavier piped from the driver’s seat.

Cassie sighed and rolled her eyes and climbed to the front, “What is it that you want, Plympton?”

“Shouldn’t you be the one talking to Brooke? I mean, she seems pretty shaken from her experience.” 

“What the hell?” Cassie looked the blonde in the eyes, lowering her voice, “Just because your cousin told you what happened, doesn’t mean you have the right to ask me just out like that!”

“I do. This shit’s serious, Cass.” Xavier sighed, “This guy’s serious.” 

“I know he’s serious,” Cassie ran a hand through her hair, “Can we just talk about this later? Montana’s about to use up all the blow we have for the summer.”

—

The van pulled up to the gas station, everyone exiting for a stretch break. Xavier asked the attendant to fill the van up, and went to go use the payphone.

“I heard your freak out earlier, Chet. Not cool.” Cassie leaned up against the van, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. “I can’t believe you’re still pressed about the officials finding drugs in your system. It’s 1984, who isn’t gonna used drugs?”

“That’s not the point, Cass. I was gonna be it. I was gonna be in there with all the stars, and they just had to find out I was using damn steroids.” 

“Who cares? Xavier got cut from his own team because Montana rear ended him. Not everyone gets what they want; moral of the story.”

Cassie and Chet’s quick conversation was cut even shorter when Xavier came back, a strange look on his face as if he was told something ominous.

“You two, we’ve gotta get going. The gas attendant’s being a real perv, lets go before he hits on Montana.”

“He looks like he goes both ways,” Cassie put out her cigarette, “Let’s go before he hits on all of us.”

—

Everyone was thrown forward as a loud thud erupted from the bottom front of the van, the latter rushing out to a beaten up looking hiker on the side of the road.

The entire group was concerned as the hiker couldn’t remember his name, with Xavier pointing out that his injuries had been there for a while, as they were dried. “ The dried blood. He didn't just get those injuries... he's been out here a long time.” 

Everyone was against Xavier’s statement, they couldn’t just leave the poor guy there.

“We'll take him back to the camp with us, then, but let's get our stories straight. We didn't hit him.”

—

A woman with a blonde, feathered hair-do was chopping firewood as the van filled with the six friends pulled up. “Welcome to Camp Redwood. I’m Margaret Booth, I’m the owner.”

Montana was the first to comment, taking off her shades, “Boss lady chopping her own wood. Choice.”

“Well, we'll all have to wear multiple hats. We are short-staffed, and the kids arrive in the morning.”

“Yeah, are we the only counselors?”

“Well, the Olympics create thousands of temporary jobs, and my pool of potential employees was limited.”

It almost seemed like the hiker from the side of the road faded out of exsistance before someone spoke up, “Is there a medic or nurse here? We have a situation.” 

“What happened to him?”

“Uh, he was by the side of the road.”

—

While the rest of the gang were inside the nurse’s office, explaining what happened to the hiker, Chet and Cassie were outside, sharing a joint, talking amongst themselves.

“So, you and Brooke, huh?”

Chet rolled his eyes, “You and Montana both.” He leant against the logged cabin, turning to face Cassie, “She asked me about her over the phone before we all met up at the studio.”

“Oh please, everyone saw the eyes you two were giving each other last class.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m digging her.”

“You don’t look at just anyone with those thrusts, Clancy. You sure you’re not digging her?”

“Positive.”

—

“And this is Chef Bertie, a Camp Redwood veteran.” A woman in her mid-forties with a vest that looked similar to Margaret’s was introduced by the boss herself.

Xavier was quick to think of something witty, instantly making eye contact with Bertie, “Dibs.”

“You wouldn't know what to do with it if you got it, handsome.”

Ray and Cassie shared a laugh, causing her to pipe up, “Look Xavier, a woman with tongue,” She started to laugh again, “I bet you like that, don’t you?”

Margaret subtly-somewhat broke up Cassie and Ray’s laughter with her further introduction on Bertie, “Chef Bertie worked here when I was a counselor. We are so blessed to have her with us.”

“I have many good memories of this place. It's magic up here in the fresh air. I'm sorry that one bad apple ruined it for everyone. The minute I heard Margaret was reopening this place, I was first to volunteer.”

[gothicknightz]

SLAUGHTER CAMP — XAVIER PLYMPTON

SLAUGHTER CAMP, well known to the locals as Camp Redwood, had reopened for the 1984 summer season. 

Home to the massacre of the entire staff of counselors in the seventies, the sole survivor, Margaret Booth, had become the owner of the grounds. She decided to reopen the camp, in hopes that its gruesome past would be overun with a fresh set of campers and staff.

The eighties were a colourful time, bringing synth, neon, and sexuality to the big screen. Among the bright lights, the summer Olympics were to be held in Los Angeles, the home of celebrities, fame, and in this case, Camp Redwood.

Besides the campfires and children in denim shorts, would be six twenty-somethings, a nurse, and two bosses. All hailing from the local scene were Xavier Plympton, Chet Clancy, Brooke Thompson, Montana Duke, Ray Powell, and Cassie Solace. Joining the six were nurse Rita, Margaret Booth, and Trevor Kirchner.

The camp was filled to the brim with fun activites, such as rowing, archery, and fine arts. The campers were sure to love it, as buses of children would arrive not long after the counselors had arrived. In the heat of 1984, who wouldn’t want to spend time with new people at a summer camp?

The only thing that wasn’t explored, was why Redwood got the name ‘Slaughter Camp.’ 

The locals are hoping for the best.

( DISCLAIMER: Cassie Solace is an original character created by me. All others belong to their rightful owners and respected properties. )