warnings: 18+ MDNI, mutual masturbation, clit stim, fingering, mention and details into piv sex, dirty talk.
word count: 1.2k
"You still there, Toots?" Jimmy's voice comes through the wire, low and raspy like velvet.
You're imagining him slumped on the edge of his bed, with a cigarette he's abandoned burning away in a makeshift ashtray made out of tin, smoke circling in the air, with his blonde hair tousled from a long day of rehearsing and finally performing.
You missed Jimmy and hated the distance of today being a Monday and the only day of the week you were able to see one another being a Sunday; you were in each other's arms yesterday, but had to wait a whole long and torturous six days before you could feel each other again; the absence of his lips that loved to softly graze over yours drove you crazy each and every week and you couldn't take it anymore. You needed a release.
"I'm here," you whisper, your voice dropping to match his. "I'm sorry, I uh, just got a little distracted, too busy thinking about you, about yesterday."Your cheeks grew warm for a moment, surprising yourself with such an admission.
"Yeah?" Jimmy chuckled, "What part of me? 'Cause I'm sitting here in the dark, and all I can think about is the way you looked right before you left after we fucked, your hair a mess, your ass cheeks covered in my prints."
Jimmy's sudden confession and reminiscing caught you off guard. You could hear the rustling of fabric and a zipper being yanked down, followed by the sound of Jimmy shifting and getting comfortable, a deep exhale leaving his throat as he sat down and leaned back, making you forget all about the static from the phone lines.
"I'm thinking about all of you," you replied quietly incase your parents were looming around, "your soft lips, your gorgeous body, your great length..."
Jimmy's breath hitched just a fraction. "Fuck, Toots, I wish I could reach through this phone and touch you again. Do you remember the way I touched you yesterday?"
Remember? You were reliving it, replaying the scenes in your mind, wishing you could grasp them with your fingertips.
You couldn't stop your hand from slipping below the waist, eagerly spreading yourself with your index and ring finger, and using your middle finger to stroke circles into your sensitive clit. You remember the weight and shape of Jimmy's spectacular hands, how they feel pumping in and out of your swelling hole.
"Tell me, Toots," he commands softly, "Tell me what you'd do if I were in your room right now."
A searing his spreads across your face and tickles the tips of your ears, you clear your throat and lick your lips, your voice trembling slightly, as you manage to spit out just what Jimmy wanted to hear. "I'd fall to my knees, Jimmy."
Private telephone conversations like these were raw, saucy, and got you excited more than any magazine or private screening of a naughty homemade film ever could.
The secrecy of calls like these made you giggly, and Jimmy found the whole ordeal even more arousing; for him, the risk of being caught pleasuring himself on the phone, or being overheard, had him aching in his pants before you even dialled or picked up the phone.
Jimmy groans, "What would you do then? I still can't get over the feeling of pushing myself inside your tight cunt," The filthy words sound coming from Jimmy are raw, unfiltered, and as you continue to swirl your middle finger over your clit, a soft moan escapes your lips.
"I'd slowly unzip your pants and pull them down, setting you free," you breathe down the phone, "I'd grip your dick and move my hand just the way you like it, then take you in to my mouth."
Jimmy inhales sharply, and you can hear the sound of him tugging at his shaft slowly with great precision as he focuses on your words, the image of you on your knees in front of him with your mouth open. The noises of him tugging set off the tingling feeling in your lower stomach, a gentle tickle like the flapping of a delicate butterfly wing.
"I want you so badly, it's killin' me," Jimmy grunts, his tone laced with desperation, "I want to hear you, Toots. I want to hear you moan my name again like you did yesterday."
As your eyes scrunch shut, you think back to yesterday, Jimmy inching deeper and deeper inside of you, his hips rocking with your legs resting on his shoulders as his dick drills you deeper and deeper, your warm and tender walls clamping around him.
"I can't get over how you felt," you whine, "the way you kept fucking me deeper and deeper, how I could feel you brush against my most sensitive spot." Your circling quickened, and you began to rotate your hips in the opposite direction, your moans slipping out without caution, your pitch getting just a little bit higher and louder.
"When I get my hands inside you again, I'll make you forget your own name," Jimmy growled, causing a deep pressure to build up inside of you.
Jimmy's unique hands gave you an experience like you had never felt before, leaving you a trembling, whimpering mess beneath him. You didn't have to try hard when it came to reliving the gift of his pleasure, and although you couldn't replicate him as you slipped a finger inside yourself, the focus of him transported you back to that sacred moment; your finger turning into an extension of him.
Jimmy sensed you were getting closer as you slipped further away from self-control, the risk of being caught becoming much greater. Jimmy couldn't stop himself from gripping himself harder, the muscles in his thighs and lower stomach tensing.
As your moans muffled through the palm of your hand, licking at his ear through the receiver, he feels himself inching closer and closer to the edge, desperate to spill himself.
"I'm right there with you, Toots," he whispers, his voice dropping and his breathing becoming more frantic. "Just keep going, p-please don't stop... please..."
"I need to feel you inside of me again, Jimmy," you whine, thinking about feeling him everywhere: gripping your waist, his lips attacking yours, his warm and sweaty skin colliding against yours. "I'm going to cum so fucking hard over you!"
Your soft moans transform into a loud and thrilling cry as the pressure inside of you buckles and releases, causing your legs to shake and your creamy white cum to ooze out of you, dribbling onto your inner thigh and the floor. Your heart raced from chasing such a high, and the crashing suspense of the chances you accidentally woke your parents up.
Jimmy's frantic movements reach new speeds, and his teeth clamp down on his bottom lip, his loud grunts and groans flowing freely through the phone and beyond, his deep breaths following close behind as his hot and sticky seed shoots out, hitting his bed sheets.
His movements slowly taper off, and his noises are replaced by the heavy thud of the receiver hitting his chest as he collapses back, catching his breath and wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead.
The two of you are exhausted and quiet, yet comfortable holding the line for one another, the sound of each other's breathing encouraging you to hold on until Sundays crawls around again.
warnings/description: Kit Walker x Virgin!reader, smut, handjobs, blowjobs, heavy petting, spit, soft!dom Kit, fingering, p in v, Kit Walker being too hot for his own good, I think that’s it. Not proofread, wrote in like an hour please forgive me
Kit reasoned that he had an average sex drive for a man his age. It was something he thoroughly enjoyed not just for his own pleasure, but for his partners as well. Kit was a very attentive lover, putting the needs of others before himself. In fact, their pleasure only intensified his own.
He was gentle, but could be rough if asked. He was very versatile and while usually vanilla in bed, it was anything but boring. That’s when he met you. The innocent young lady who took an instant liking to him. You’d heard his reputation around town from the other women. How good he was in bed, but the idea of it scared you a bit. You were a virgin, having never had a ‘real’ relationship before. You took to Kit instantly. You two met in a diner and he’d asked you out on a date. And of course, since you weren’t stupid, you said yes.
He was patient with you, and never pushed you to do something you didn’t want to. He let you take the lead. Call the shots. Your first kiss with him was electric, and you immediately wanted more. But no. You wanted to go slow with this. Kit did too. He wanted you to really be ready and never feel pressured to do anything like that just for him.
Your kisses soon turned to full make out sessions with you sliding into Kit’s lap, your lips connected as you wrapped your arms around his neck, desperately pulling him closer. You’d never felt like this before. For anyone. It all felt so surreal. How had you found the perfect man?
Your makeout sessions usually ended as such. Just kissing. Until your touches began to get a bit bolder, sliding your hands under his shirt, feeling his bare skin against yours. It made you shiver with anticipation. Mind racing with the dirtiest of thoughts.
And then there was tonight. It started as a few simple kisses until it turned into another makeout session. Something very common between the two of you. You were seated in his lap, chasing his lips with your own when your hand reached down and gently cupped his half hard bulge.
Kit tensed, meeting your eyes, his own dark ones blown wide.
“Suga- we- ya’ don’t have to do that doll-“ he started, but you pressed a finger to his lips to quiet him.
“I want to.” You admitted with a blush. You were so curious and wanted nothing more than to finally see him in all his glory. To touch him. Make him feel good. It made your romantic heart flutter.
“Are you sure?” He placed his hands gently on your shoulders, watching you intently. “I can wait baby. I love you, I just want you to be comfortable.”
Bless his heart. Kit Walker, ever the gentleman. How did you go about telling him you wanted to? That you wanted him to fuck you. You wanted to touch him. See what made him squirm.
You pressed your hand a bit harder on his bulge and his breath hitched, grinding his hips up against your hand ever so slightly. I mean if you wanted this, he was ever so willing.
You were so curious, just waiting to see what was under those tight jeans of his. Of course you’d seen a dick or two before, but this was much different. Something so much more special. Sharing this moment with Kit.
You brought your other hand down to unbuckle and slide off his belt, slipping it through the loops until it fell loose. You then worked on the button and zipper of his jeans, getting those undone next. He sighed in relief at the release of tension, and your eyes were glued to his groin.
Now free of the confines of his more than tight jeans, his cock was filling out even more, poking out of the waistband of his underwear. You swallowed hard, swiping your thumb over the barely visible tip that peeled out of the waistband. Like a little surprise.
Kit shivered, a quiet groan slipping from his lips and you instantly froze, assuming you’d done something wrong.
Kit peeked down at you, eyebrow raised curiously
“Something wrong suga?”
“I just thought- was that a good noise?”
Kit nearly chuckled at your innocence, nodding. “Mhm, a very good noise baby. Ya makin’ me feel soooo good. You can keep going if ya want to.” He said, giving you permission to continue.
And you did. You carefully slipped his jeans down his thighs before doing the same with his underwear, watching as his cock nearly jumped out of you.
You gasped quietly which brought a quiet amused laugh from Kit’s lips.
“It won’t bite, baby. You can touch if ya want to.”
If you want to.
How he ended all his sentences, constantly reminding you to only do this if you wanted to.
You nodded and reached out, letting your palm slide against the side of his cock, watching as it reacted to your touch, twitching ever so slightly. You watched in awe, completely enthralled.
Kit smiled fondly at you before he leaned his head back, swallowing hard, Adam’s apple bobbing as his throat was bared.
You looked back up at him and the way your innocent eyes shimmered with a devilish look nearly made Kit cum that very second.
“Can you show me how?” You asked, glancing back down at his cock that was now leaking pre-cum from the slit.
Kit nodded, eyes glazed over a bit from the pleasure that you were bringing. He took your hand and carefully wrapped it around his cock, applying decent pressure.
“Just- Mm- just like that suga. Ya just move your hand up and down, feels so good.” He assured, letting go of your hand and letting you try it for yourself.
Your hand barely wrapped around his girth and you seriously questioned how that would fit inside you. No matter, you weren’t there yet. You’d worry about it when it came time to.
You let out a pleased laugh. He was so warm, so hard but the skin was so soft. It was a feeling you could get used to. You did as he said, letting your hand slide up and down. Kit hummed contently before opening his mouth to guide you once more.
“Ya can spit on it too. Helps let your hand slide over it easier.” He suggested, helping you figure out what to do.
You let the saliva collect in your mouth for a second before you leaned down, letting a string of it slip from your mouth. The second it landed on the tip of Kit’s cock, a strangled moan came from his mouth, nearly scaring you.
He was getting progressively more worked up, his chest rising and falling a little heavier than before.
You smeared your spit across his cock with the palm of your hand, causing Kit to buck into said hand with a quiet sigh of pleasure.
“Just like that suga. Feels amazin’” his accent got heavier just as his breathing had, letting himself go a bit more as things progressed.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the pillows of his bed, sighing happily.
You leaned down curiously, his cock right in front of your face and you carefully stuck your tongue out and let it run across the thick head of it.
Kit’s head shot right back up, watching you intensely as you ran your tongue along his length. The taste as a bit salty, a bit bitter, but it was Kit.
“You don’t gotta do that suga-“ he said, not wanting you to feel pressured to do anything you didn’t want.
You rolled your eyes a bit and continued your adventure across his length, humming as you wrapped your lips around him finally. The stretch of your lips and the full feeling in your mouth was new. Interesting. But you enjoyed it. Especially seeing how it affected the man above you.
“Ya can’t look that innocent takin’ me like that baby- mmm f-fuck-“
Kit didn’t cuss much, so you knew he was beginning to lose control. And you found yourself wanting him to.
He let you do as you wanted for a while before he pulled you off of him, much to your dismay.
“Was it not good?” You asked, immediately assuming you’d done something wrong.
Kit shook his head, a blush appearing on his already flushed cheeks.
“No baby- no I just- I was close… didn’t want to cum in your mouth.” He said, avoiding your gaze. Oh, so he was the shy one now? You’d explore that more in the future.
“Kit please. I want this. Want you to take my virginity.” You hadn’t ever been very serious about any of that, wasn’t planning on waiting till marriage. Just… waiting for the right person, and you knew in your heart that person was Kit. The one you trusted enough to share this experience with. Who you knew wouldn’t judge you for any of it.
Kit pulled you into a kiss before his hands found their way to your little skirt, slipping easily under it. His thumb found your clothed slit and grinned at feeling how wet you’d become for him. He wanted to make this as painless as possible for you, so he wanted to try and open you up on his fingers first before he even attempted with his cock.
He laid you down against the bed, looking down at you with the biggest shit eating grin on his lips.
“Just relax for me suga, yeah? Gonna make ya feel real good. Such a good girl, all for me.” He hummed, his words sending a heavy shiver down your spine, through all your nerve endings.
You nodded, arching into his touch as his fingers slipped under the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down your legs.
His fingers instantly found their way to your core and you gasped as he slipped a finger into you, easily. It felt odd, but you had experimented with your own pleasure before, so it wasn’t completely foreign.
It went like that for a while, Kit easing you into it, the whole time leaving gentle kisses all over your body, making you blush.
Eventually he had three fingers inside you, and it was a bit uncomfortable but not overbearingly so. You just felt full and you couldn’t even begin to fathom how full his cock would make you feel.
“I’m ready, Kit. Please. I want it. Want you.” You begged, writhing underneath him with a frustrated huff.
He carefully peeled off the rest of his clothes as well as yours, situating himself between your legs and lining himself up with your entrance.
“Look at me, look at me suga. If it hurts too much, if you’re uncomfortable or if you just aren’t feeling it you tell me and we stop. Okay?” He pressed the softest of kisses to your forehead, one of his hands reaching for your own and holding it gently, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles.
You could probably cry at this moment. How sweet he was. How much he cared about you. It was so overwhelming in the best ways.
You nodded at his words, pulling him down into another kiss as he slowly slowly began to push himself into you. It hadn’t hurt at first, but at a certain point he hit resistance and it hurt like hell. You winced, squeezing his hand tightly in your own, clenching your eyes shut. Kit whispered sweet nothings in your ear and placed gentle kisses across your neck and shoulders.
You zoned out a bit, trying to think of anything but the pain when Kit gently tapped your shoulder.
“Hardest parts over suga. I’m all the way in.” He said softly, pressing another sweet kiss to your lips.
A relieved sigh left your lips, the intense burning feeling fading into a dull pain. Kit leaned against you, not daring to move until you assured him you were ready, and when he got the go ahead, he pulled out slowly almost all the way until thrusting back in, still being careful to be gentle.
You never knew what you had expected to come with sex, but you never thought it could be so tender. It didn’t have to be fast and rough to be good. Sure you could see yourself enjoying that in the future but right now in this moment, you felt wonderful.
He began to tremble above you and even though you’d never experienced it before, you knew he was close to his release. He reached down and gently rubbed circles across your clit, the pleasure spiking. Suddenly you felt very hot and tight. Your bottom lip trembled as you looked up at him, silently telling him you were close.
He smiled softly, knowingly as he continued what he was doing, and soon you were falling over the edge, throwing your head back, your breath quickening and your chest heaving. It felt so intense. So good. So much better than all the times you’d pleasured yourself.
Kit went to pull out of you, to release across your chest, but you wrapped your legs around his waist and kept him in place.
“Inside. Please baby.”
Those words alone sent him straight over the edge and he gasped, leaning over you with a groan as you felt him fill you up.
You held him to your chest as you both caught your breath and you wondered how you had gotten so lucky.
xavier plympton x reader, 3.3k words
summary: the reader is the one of the two survivors from their little friend group along with brooke. all alone with a set of friends who are only around her for "status," she finds herself back at camp redwood.
a/n: a complete rewrite of this fic from 2021. the fandom may be dead but I adored this fic when I initially wrote it. it deserves 23-year-old aurora's edits. some elements are the same but... it's clear that I have either grown as a writer or something has happened to the original writer within me (perhaps too many bouts of bridgerton and romance-esque things but let's not get into that)
tw: death, mentions of dead bodies, suicidal thoughts, implied depression and anxiety, mentions of god and jesus christ but like not positively used (ones in an instance of finding a dead body YAY).
For someone who claimed they were terrified of the very place your old friend group died, you sure as hell didn't seem like it. At least, not on the outside. Brooke would have been trembling on the spot, but not you. No, you felt almost... well, not terrified, but worried.
You should have never let them talk you into coming back to Camp Redwood. How utterly foolish. Things always went wrong in this godforsaken camp, and it was nothing new to you. You knew it. Just the essence of the forest around it sent shivers down your spine.
And yet, here you were. The three you stood near fawned over the scenery. It was beautiful, yes, and it was just as beautiful as it had been when you had last been there. It hadn't changed a bit. But there was something gnawing inside of you. This place made you more nervous than you would like to admit.
Just thinking about it—about everything that had happened. It made you want to cry.
But the trio you had become a fourth wheel for said that they would be quick. They just wanted to take a look around, maybe check out the cabins.
You knew better. Coming back to Camp Redwood would lead to disaster. Coming back to the damned place was a death wish—and your past self, the one from just a few years ago, even, would have hit you for being so stupid to come back.
There was something about the camp that drew you in. As if there was something within your soul that knew it needed to be there. How foolish.
It had only taken an hour for your "friends" to leave your side, but you weren't surprised. They had never been truly good friends. In fact, the closest one to you, Nellie, had said that the other two were only friends with you for publicity. Sheryl and Junie didn't really care about you other than for some popularity points in LA's scene.
Being the only other survivor besides Brooke, you were like a little legend in your town.
It hadn't been Brooke. But it was your word against everything.
God, you missed her. She had been a good friend for the short time you knew her. All of your friends had been, in one way or another.
Chet knew how to get you fired up when it mattered most. Ray was earnest and always lended a helping hand. Montana knew exactly how to dress for any kind of scenario, and all of the little beauty tips she had given you made you feel like she truly cared about you. And Xavier. Oh, God, did you miss Xavier.
There wasn't a day that went by that you didn't think of the blonde jazzercise instructor.
It hurt your heart to know that he was gone. Forever. There was no coming back from what took him so long ago. And for what? For your "friends" to get excited over? For the crime fanatics to fantasize over? It was despicable. Deplorable, even.
On your way up to the camp, despite the urge within you to make them drop you off and you'd just walk home, you heard Sheryl talk about the Night Stalker. How handsome and ridiculously attractive he was. How she would let him have her in whatever way possible.
It made you sick to even think about it. Perhaps you should have made them drop you off and pick you up later. It would have been so much easier that way.
Maybe then you wouldn't have felt so sick to your stomach.
But here you were. It was 1987—three years after the massacre of your friends, and three years after you barely made it out alive. Half-alive, anyway. You were barely living, just going through the motions of what it meant to eat, breathe, and sleep. Even then you hardly did well at it.
You found yourself sitting on the edge of that oh-so-familiar dock, staring out at the lake. The water was dark and murky—not how you remembered. It had been so beautiful before, but perhaps that was how the world worked. As the years grew long and the soil grew spoiled, things changed. It had been quite some time since you last looked out to the water.
What else happened here?
You took in a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut.
You just wanted to leave. That was the first thing that came to mind. The second was, What the actual fuck was that?
Something brushed against your foot.
Your heart leapt to your throat and you quickly scrambled to your feet, suppressing a scream. You looked down at the water and saw a bloated body. A human body.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," left your chapped lips. The body had obviously been in the water for some time.
You took a couple steps back, your hands gripping at the edge of your shirt as you tried to ground yourself.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you breathed out, burying your face in your hands for just a moment.
As you looked up, you saw it—a flash of two blonde heads in the corner of your eye, standing by one of the decaying cabins.
The girls weren't blonde. Nellie was a brunette, Sheryl had unnaturally red hair that she claimed was natural, and Junie's hair was black.
You blinked slowly and almost thought, for just a moment, that perhaps you had truly lost it. Perhaps you were truly crazy and the fumes of the decaying body were getting to you—but then, you saw it.
That outfit.
The blues and whites and that signature coat.
Were you dreaming?
You didn't know. Even so, you found your feet moving before you could even think to stop them. In a matter of seconds, you were running. Through the mud, through the roots that sprung up from the cold ground. You nearly tripped a time or two as the cold air burned your lungs. You ran through the tree limbs that continued to snag your shirt and skin. However, you didn't stop. You didn't care. If that was who you thought it was, it didn't matter if you hurt yourself or scratched up your outfit.
It was okay.
It would be worth it.
You reached the area you had thought you saw him—the girls' cabin. It had to have been. That's where you had hung out during the short time you were at the camp.
The sight of the log building made you sick to your stomach. This whole thing made you sick.
If only you had listened to your gut feeling and passed up on the invite, then you wouldn't be standing here, questioning your sanity.
This was stupid. This was freakish, and your therapist would give you an earful when you returned to your sessions. You knew it.
But then, you heard a voice.
"Y/n?"
You didn't move for a moment, just registering the voice. It wasn't just any voice—it was Xavier's voice.
He's dead. It's not him. You're going insane, you thought, but you spun around anyway. Your eyes were wide.
You saw him standing there, all alone. He gave you an incredulous look before he rushed forward, his arms wrapping tightly around you. One of his hands rested on the back of your head as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of you—one he hadn't had for some time.
"What—what is—" you breathed out, your arms quickly wrapping around his body. "What the hell? You're dead," you said, tears forming in your eyes almost immediately. You buried your face in his chest. He's dead. He has to be. But he feels so very real, and it confuses you to no avail. "Xavier, you're supposed to be dead. Why are you here?"
Xavier chuckled softly, his hand gently brushing some of your hair away from your face so he could get a good look at you.
"You're smart, Y/n," he softly said. "Tell me why I'm still here."
"Ghost?" was the only thing you said.
He smiled at you. "God, I never thought I'd see you again. Why are you here?"
"My... my friends—"
You were interrupted, a scream erupting through the trees. Birds flew into the blue sky, spooked by the shrill noise.
You slightly pulled back, hands gripping onto Xavier. You didn't want to let go of him.
"My friends brought me here," you said, looking over your shoulder.
Xavier rose an eyebrow.
"What's going on?" you asked, looking up at him once more. You paid no mind to the scream—a part of you didn't care what happened, as awful as that sounded. The other part of you ached to go and help them, but you couldn't. Xavier was standing in front of you.
He was here. You couldn't let that go.
"What do you mean?" he asked, a playful smile on his lips.
"How are you—how are you here? You're a ghost, sure, but..."
He continued to smile, watching you with an unreadable expression. "Yes."
"That's... that doesn't help me," you huffed, noticing a smear of blood on his cheek. You reached forward, your thumb rubbing it off. You frowned up at him. "How the hell are you still here?"
"I don't know," he finally admitted. "None of us know. We're all here. Well... save for you and Brooke."
You blinked, furrowing your eyebrows. "You... what? You're all still here?"
The question chokes you up, and your tears are instant. "Xavier, I—I never thought I'd see you again. and you're—everyone is still here? Really?"
"You're taking this pretty well," Xavier said, snorting softly. He leaned forward, unable to keep his lips off of your skin. He presses a soft kiss to your lips. He'd missed you dearly, if you'd bother to ask.
"I watched all of you die," you breathed out. "I thought you were all gone. But you—you're not gone. You're still here."
Xavier watched you with his pretty blue eyes. "I really never expected to see you again," he said, giving you another tight hug. "Why did you come with them?"
"Um," you said, frowning a bit. "Closure?" You posed your answer as a question. "A chance to... to come to peace with what happened?"
"You sure as hell aren't getting that," he said, letting out a laugh. His lips found their way to your forehead.
You let your eyes shut. "It's only been three years, X," you said. "I've lived... three hell-filled years without you guys. I miss you so much."
You swallowed thickly, completely pulling away from him. You shakily wiped your tears away. "I... Brooke was sentenced. They are convinced she did it. Said there was plenty of evidence pointing to her, but I—I was there too. I don't understand why I didn't—why they didn't blame me," you rambled.
Xavier pursed his lips and he gently took your hands into his. "It's okay. It's not your fault. You know how the justice system is," he said, snorting softly. "It's not like it's a diamond in the rough. It's tough out there."
Your bottom lip quivered as you looked up at him. "Xavier..."
He smiled softly at you. He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles.
"I... I missed you. I miss you. I miss you guys so much, Xavier. You have no idea."
"Do you think that's why you came?" he asked, looking down at you. "To... be closer?"
Your eyes widened a bit. You hadn't thought of it like that. But maybe, subconsciously, that's what was happening. Your mind knew that it was a way to be closer to your friends. You never expected that you would literally get closer to them, in every way possible.
"You make a good point," you said, sniffling softly.
Xavier grinned, leaning forward to cup your cheeks. "You look hot for a twenty-six-year-old," he said.
You slapped his hand away, and warmth flooded to your cheeks. "It's been three years, not a fucking decade!"
His smile only grew. "You do, though."
You rubbed your nose with the back of your hand, sniffling softly. "You... Xav, it's only been three years," you repeated. "I never thought I'd see you again. I can't believe you're here. I... it's so hard to live without you. I never imagined I'd have to do it."
His smile vanished, replaced with a frown. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead again. You closed your eyes as his lips lingered.
"I know," he said. "But you can't stay here. There's nothing here that would support someone who's alive. You need to go back home, get back to your life."
A snort escaped you. "I don't have a life," you said. "I work. I go home. I sometimes have therapy which doesn't fucking work. I try to ignore the people who brought me here but they leave so many messages on my answering machine sometimes that I want to actually—"
A voice interrupts you, and it's obvious that the speaker is relieved.
"Oh, thank god. They're not your friends?"
Your eyes widened and you quickly spun around, seeing the blood-covered Montana. You could hardly breathe as you let go of Xavier, rushing over to the woman. You wrapped your arms around Montana as tightly as you possibly could.
"Oh my god," you breathed, tears forming in your eyes once more. You silently cursed yourself for the constant waterworks, but the camp seemed to just... draw it out of you. This entire situation was nuts.
"Uh, definitely not God," Montana laughed, hugging you back. "God, Y/n, why the hell are you here? You look hot."
"Hey, back off!" Xavier scoffed. "I already told her that."
Montana just smiled, pulling back. Your clothes were now bloody, but you didn't even look. You shakily wiped your tears away.
"I just... I can't believe you are actually here. Are you sure I'm not crazy? Am I dreaming? Pinch me," you said, holding your arm out to Montana.
She snorted and pinched you, hard. It left a mark.
Xavier smiled and reached forward, grabbing your bicep. "We're here, Y/n. No dreaming for you."
You lost track of time.
When you finally looked out of the dusty cabin window, the moon was peaked high in the sky.
With a slow blink, you looked over at your friends, not really knowing what to say. You didn't want to leave them, again. You couldn't. Not when you now know that they've been here this whole time while you've been grieving their deaths. Not when Xavier has been here.
You reached forward and took Xavier's hand, dragging him out of his conversation with Chet. Chet didn't seem too mad about it, though, and he just grinned at you before going to talk to Ray.
"Can we talk? Outside?"
Xavier smiled at you and simply nodded. He stood up and pulled you to your feet, leading you outside of the cabin. You stood on the edge of the cabin steps. Xavier leaned against the railing and you slowly sat down on the steps.
"Xavier... I can't... leave. I can't leave you guys. Not again."
"What?"
"I've got nothing out there for me, Xavier. I can't leave—"
"—absolutely not. I know what you want. You're not doing that. No way in hell. You're the only one of us who survived, and you need to keep on living, Y/n."
"I only survived because you guys all died before I escaped," you said, your bottom lip quivering. "Final girl trope my ass. Xavier, I can't function without you guys. I can't—I can't do anything without thinking about all of you."
"You will, eventually," Xavier said, sending you a soft smile. He leaned forward and took your hands in his again. "You're strong. You'll be able to."
"When, X?" you questioned. "When I've reached my eightieth birthday?"
He snickered softly and kissed your cheek. "That's bullshit and you know it. You'll be okay. You need to go home, Y/n. You know that we're here. You can visit any time you want to. Stay alive, for me."
"But I—I'll continue to age," you said. "And you'll stay here, exactly the same."
Xavier grinned. "Well, you continue to age for the fuckers who can't. Get a pretty spouse. Make some pretty babies. Come and see us when you have the time."
He was trying to talk you out of it. He didn't want you dead. Hell, if you had died when everything first happened, it would be different. But you were alive. You had so much to live for. He had protected you until his last breath, and he would do it again if he could. Even if it meant sending you away, no matter how much he would have rather had you there.
"I'll continue to age, X. But I'm not ever gonna marry. And I won't ever have kids. Don't lie to yourself."
"Why not?" Xavier asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched you.
"Because the one person I wanted that with is here. Not aging. Dead. A ghost. For fucks sake, Xavier."
He stopped for just a moment, letting go of your hands. "What?" he asked, tilting his head. "Who?"
"What?" you repeated. "You, Xavier," you said. "I didn't want to come back here because I was afraid I'd find your things. Your jacket. Your—your clothes you left in your duffle bag. I didn't want to come back and see the things that you had. I didn't expect—I didn't expect your whole damn ghost. I don't—I don't want to age. I don't want to go and get married and have pretty babies. I wanted to marry you," you said, choking back a sob. "I wanted to date you more. I wanted to fall in love with you even more than I already loved you. You dying made me realize that I would never have that. That I would never love anyone as much as I loved you, Xavier. As much as I still love you."
Xavier didn't say a word, watching you intently.
"I've mourned you every damn day. I—I've wondered, why in the hell did this happen? Why couldn't I have just died with you? And I nearly did it. Several times, Xavier. I would have done it again. After today. If I came here and saw that you... you still had things here. If I saw something that seemed like you or your blood or that damned oven, I—I would have done it."
Xavier quickly took your hands again. "Stop it. Stop talking like that."
"And see? You can't even say it! I've loved—I've mourned you for so long," you said, letting out a soft sob. "You've stared a tee this whole time and said noth—"
You were cut off by cold lips pressing against yours. But just as soon as you had been interrupted, you started kissing him back. You were still crying, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks—all of your pent-up exhaustion and rage releasing with your tears.
Xavier slightly pulled back and let his head press against yours. "I love you, too, Y/n. More than anything."
You squeezed your eyes shut. Xavier leaned forward and wiped your falling tears away.
"The... the only way you can stay here is if... if you die."
You took in a deep breath, looking up at him. You locked eyes with his, not wanting to look away. "I'll do anything I have to. I just can't leave you. Not again. I won't do it."
Xavier sadly smiled, and the ghost felt his own tears begin to form. "Alright, then," he softly said. "I won't stop you." He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. He was getting what he wanted, even it it felt pretty bittersweet. "How do you... how do you wanna go, baby? It's your choice."
You thought for just a moment. You had thought this out many times before. You looked up at him, and your answer fell from your lips.
Contains: vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, elements of coercion, implied loss of virginity, blasphemy, hierophilia
“Good, you’re awake.”
A chill ran down your spine. You had awakened in an unfamiliar room. Your head ached, your wings hung limp, and your limbs were heavy. The air was soaked to the last thread in malice. It made you nauseous. Gritting your teeth, you dragged yourself up, your mind aflame with a single thought – you had to get out. You looked around, but before you could spot a way of escape, you felt a presence. Dark... Darker than the blackest night. Your heart froze in your chest, a taste of iron suddenly coating your tongue. Though you had not seen his face, you could recognize him anywhere. Seven heads. Ten horns. His honeyed voice left a cold, oily trace on your very soul as he spoke. You drew a deep breath, and spun around, to meet a pair of piercing blue eyes.
His lips crooked into a smirk. Holding your gaze, he moved towards you. You drew back.
“Get away from me, filthy Beast...” you snarled.
Deep down, you loathed yourself for the instinctive reaction. You were a soldier. You had a duty to stand your ground, and instead, you cowered. He promptly crossed the gap between you two.
“Ah-ah!” he scolded, clasping your chin “That’s not very nice, now, is it?..”
You grimaced. Michael Langdon. How ironic, for Satan’s son to bear your General’s name. The one who cast him out... You hoped it hurt the Evil One greatly. Michael caressed your cheek. You winced, and pushed his hand away. Sneering, he grabbed you by the throat.
“Why am I here?” you hissed through gritted teeth.
He glanced down at your heaving chest.
“You’re my captive” he purred “Isn’t it obvious?”
You swallowed. Struggling would only worsen your chances, you knew as much. His gaze darkened with hunger as he watched you – like a wolf, salivating at a wounded deer. Your guts had coiled into a tight knot, a sickly sweet taste coating your mouth.
“Why didn’t your bootlickers kill me?” you asked, not quite certain if you wished to know the answer.
A chuckle escaped his lips. The Antichrist’s lecherous expression made your blood boil. How dare the abomination touch an angel of the Lord, you thought. A strange sensation was budding between your legs, but you pointedly ignored it, just as you ignored the feeling of unease clawing at the back of your skull.
“That would’ve been a waste...” Michael tilted his head “They thought a gift would please me. They weren’t wrong...”
You snarled, attempting to pull away.
“Get your putrid hands off me!”
He tightened his grip on your neck.
“Hush” he coaxed in a mockingly gentle voice “I’m not going to hurt you, angel.”
“Vile creature...” you spat.
He pulled you closer. You bared your teeth, as your face almost crashed into his. Though you did not need air, the pressure on your throat was beginning to make you dizzy. Every nerve in your body screamed to fight - your muscles had tensed, prepared for combat. You might have broken away. Escaped this unholy place. You should have at least tried... But, perhaps because of the mist gathering over your mind, your legs trembled underneath you. You found yourself staring at his mouth. His breath brushed against your skin, warm and silken. Your pulse leapt into a frenzy.
Michael snuck his other hand under your clothes. The captors had stripped you of your armour, and taken away your sword, leaving only your linen tunic to cover you. His fingertips caressed your thigh, slowly creeping upwards. You held your breath as you felt him part the soft folds of your skin.
You had never been fondled like this before. Carnal pleasure was forbidden for your kind. You should be disgusted, you understood as much. Still, the electric-like impulse roused by his touch paralyzed you, preventing you from breaking his arm.
He stroked your entrance. You stifled a gasp, your intimate muscles tightened in anticipation. Your hole was beginning to well with slick. Taking your lack of resistance for a welcome, he slipped two fingers inside you. The feeling of his skin against your sensitive membrane made your head spin, and you barely held back from bucking your hips into his hand.
He let go of your neck, only to wrap his arm around your waist. Keeping you steady, he spread his fingers wider, straining you until it hurt. You shuddered. He massaged the velvety walls of your flesh, driving you to the edge of madness. Aware of how much satisfaction hearing your cries would give him, you clenched your jaw. His skin grazed against a certain knot of nerves, and you nearly sunk to the ground as your legs buckled from the bolt of stimulation. Still, somehow, you did not make a sound.
It only made Michael more determined. He fixated on your sweet spot, leaving you to desperately clutch the lapels of his jacket. His mouth lingered but a thread away from yours - you felt his heartbeat echo against your rib cage. He narrowed his eyes, and pressed his thumb to your clit. Overwhelmed, you drew a sharp breath.
“Enjoying yourself, aren’t you?..” he teased “What is it, my dear? What do you want, hm?”
He pushed a third finger into your dripping slit. You whined in pleasure muddled with despair.
“Speak up, angel” he demanded.
Virtue be damned. Something tameless had infected you. Caught in the furor of sin, you eagerly cast your innocence aflame.
“I...” you stammered “I want... I need you to ravish me...”
Michael threw you onto the bed, and climbed on top of you. Laying flat on your back, your wings sprawled open, you looked up at him, your eyes sweetly half-lidded. His knee shoved between your thighs, he ripped the front of your tunic open. You sighed as cold air brushed against your nipples. He placed his hands on your breasts, savouring the softness of your bare skin. His eyes aflame with lust, he took a moment to admire your flushed, helpless body. Biting your bottom lip, you pushed your chest into his touch. He grabbed you by the throat again.
“You’re mine” he snarled “Mine alone...”
Against your better judgement, you nodded. Your gaze wandered down to his crotch, causing your mouth to immediately water. Michael’s lips crooked into a sleazy smirk. He unbuckled his pants, and slipped his underwear down. Your eyes widened as his hard cock sprung free. Large, but not obscenely so. You pulled the skirt of your tunic up, leaving your aching cunt at his mercy.
He pinned you down under his full weight. You wrapped your arms around him, savouring the feel of luxurious fabric under your fingers. Like an animal in heat, you craved to feel him inside. His eyes locked with yours, Michael clasped your leg, and positioned himself more comfortably. You blindly caught hold of his member, helping guide it into your hole.
Your heart skipped a beat – you let out a moan as your membranes clamped around him. Hardly giving you a moment to adjust, he began to move. The sudden strain roused a twinge, but it soon was obscured by shattering pleasure. No longer holding back your mewls and whimpers, you sank your nails into his back. Should the expensive suit get ruined, it will be his fault.
Michael groaned, his teeth bared in primal satisfaction. Your response only encouraged him, and he quickly picked up the pace. Each thrust sent a shattering wave of pleasure through your fevered nerves. You wrapped your legs around his waist, welcoming them. He traced the tip of his tongue over your neck. You hissed as his long hair tickled you, overwhelming your senses even more. He purred, and nipped at your jaw.
“Kiss me” you demanded.
He obeyed, leaning down to press his mouth against yours. You parted your lips for him, and allowed your tongues to battle for dominance.
“Say my name” he ordered, upon pulling away.
“I can’t...” you gasped in horror.
“Your general isn’t here...” he growled “It’s just you and me...” he pressed his face to your temple “Say my name, sweetheart. Show the Beast how much you’re enjoying your downfall.”
He pulled his cock almost all the was out, then slammed it back in, roughly grazing your sweet spot. Your cried out, and sank your fingers into his hair. You didn’t want to think about her. You loathed to imagine her disappointment in you. But his presence eclipsed her face. Drowned it in the storm of ecstasy ravaging you.
“Michael!”
“Good girl” he praised with a grin.
Shock after shock of ecstasy tore through your body, setting every cell of it aflame. Your forehead was laced in sweat. Your muscles quivered from the tension. You were close. Very close. Turned feral by the pleasure, he grabbed you by the wrists, thrusting into you with merciless force.
“Michael...” you moaned.
You couldn’t stand it anymore. You arched your back, trembling and convulsing as a scream escaped your throat. Michael threw his head back with a snarl. You had grown painfully tight around him, prompting him to reach his own release. You felt him spill inside you – it was the strangest, most pleasant sensation you had ever experienced.
You collapsed into the pillows, limp and gasping for breath. He slumped down on top of you. For a moment, you allowed yourself to soak in the glowing haze of bliss. But, just when he had crept off of you, and was about to pull you into his arms, you leapt up. Using his surprise for your advantage, you climbed onto him – this time, you were the one to pin him down. You caught his gaze, and drew a dagger from underneath your ruined tunic. Afraid to molest their master’s gift, the devil worshippers had missed it.
“You will find the men who captured me, crucify them, and bleed them like pigs” you growled, pressing the blade against his throat “Do you understand me, Antichrist?”
A drop of blood sept from under the metal, glowing against his milky skin in a warning.
“Yes” he murmured, as his eyes blazed with adoration.
⋆.˚ summary/request: “So reader have a cute cat named idk 😭 and one day she bring her cat in the shared bedroom with post death Kyle, he was on his iPad trying to learn some new words when he see reader with a little animal in her arms he get scared because he don’t know what is this lil’ thing, but after reader introduced the cat to him he start to pat him and get comfortable around him.”
⋆.˚ fluffy fluff fluff , franken!kyle , i named the kitty eclipse because i’ve always wanted a cat named eclipse , i feel like this sucks but i always think my writing sucks
The bright screen illuminated his features as Kyle mumbled out the words echoing through his headphones.
He had spent the day learning as much as possible, wanting to be able to communicate with you better for when you would get back.
Though, when you stepped inside the room, he was taken aback by the small black ball of fur curled up in your arms.
“Hey, Kyle.” You smiled lightly as you adjusted your arm carefully, walking over to him and leant over to see what he was working on, before sitting down with a sigh.
His eyes immediately went to the ball of fur, slowly removing the headphones as he listened to it purring. His eyes shot open a bit pit of slight worry and fear, not knowing what it was, only causing him to become nervous.
“You good?” You spoke quietly, following his gaze down to the cat, realization hitting you as you slowly looked back up at him. “It’s a cat.. named him Eclipse.”
His gaze found yours, his brows knitted together as he moved the iPad to sit on the nightstand. “C-cat..?”
You nodded as he spoke, feeling as Eclipse slowly lifted his head and took in his surroundings, eventually looking up at Kyle and meowed. He didn’t know how to react, simply freezing up as he stared into his eyes.
“Kyle, it’s okay. He’s not gonna hurt you.” You laughed lightly, tilting your head to the side a bit. “You can pet him.. he won’t do anything.”
He let out a shaky breath as he carefully brought a hand up and placed it on his back, feeling the soft fur under his fingers as he lightly traced down his back, before mimicking the gesture a few times.
“Cat..” He spoke quietly again, a small smile forming on his lips as he ducked his head done to get closer.
After a minute he looked up at you again, moving his hands around a little to gesture he wanted to hold the cat.
“Alright, alright.. carefully, okay? Don’t want either of you getting hurt.” You moved his arms in a way that he could hold the small kitten, carefully putting Eclipse in his hold and ran your own hand down his back. “I’m assuming you like the cat already?”
He eagerly nodded, looking down at him with a wide smile, using one hand to carefully scratch his chin.
