#xavier 1984

[kaetastic]

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*proceeds to send a dick pic*

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> some doesn’t fit in as the theme is 1984 but who tf cares, ITS XAVIER WE’RE TALKIN BOUT

[missmischevious]

he cute

he angel

(pic credit to cody fern.net)

[ultimatemagicalgirl]

Xavier may be dead but his skin is better so ? He's probably at least a little happy about that

[nyx2038]

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Okay, so when Xavier was in the mess hall, my heart was beating so fast!!

I kept saying that "if he dies, I'm done with this show" and "oh no my baby" and then started crying when he was in the oven and then when it came back and he was all burnt and stuff

So in conclusion your girls a mess...

Thanks you for coming to my TedTalk

[kaetastic]

MOVIE NIGHT

pairing: Xavier X Reader

summary: Camp Redwood arranged an outdoor movie night, if only they knew what the two of the counsellors were doing.

word count: 1k+

warning: Smut, Dirty Talk, Oral (f receiving), Unprotected sex, 

note: I can’t believe how many Xavier smuts there are (it’s like witnessing a live birth) already, he’s gonna be L O V E D ✨❤️ i wanted to do this with jdm but like whateva, this is so bad lmao.

The chirping of crickets created a soft melody as breezing of the cold air rustled the leaves of the trees. The little figures of children cuddled up onto one another in blankets, shivering at the freezing wind; goosebumps running down their arms as they tried to focus on the movie.

Since it was majorly kids, the counsellors felt it was only right to play an enjoyable movie for them. After the movie E.T the Extra Terrestrial had finished, half of them had already fallen asleep on their bright coloured bean bags (a handful slept on picnic blankets). While some requested staffs to accompany them back to their cabin as the fear of the dark woods creeps them. And currently, it was midway of the movie, Back To The Future, and already 3/4 passed out. Only a few managed to keep their eyes peeled open, rubbing the dry orbs as their fingers tried to keep it wide open; wanting to know the ending of the movie.

The counsellors who bet on one another, to see who would last the longest to stay awake- all dead asleep. Deafening snores erupting from their gaped open mouths as their heads rolled around in random angles; possibly too far in their dreams to be bothered about their seats even though it was an uncomfortable hard wooden chair. 

Although the majority betted on Kelsy (who?), who started off with a whole lot of tenacity and confidence- she was the first to snooze off. Money was passed behind her back before they all too slept like babies. So it wouldn’t make sense to why you sat at the back, wide awake with your bare legs spread open for the blonde-haired guy, whose hair was held back with a headband. 

“Shh...,” Xavier nuzzled his nose on your cheeks, his minty breath intoxicating you. “You don’t want them waking up, do you?”

Head thrown back, you stared at the dark sky as breathless moans echo out of your lips. He pressed soft and inadequate kisses onto the column of your neck in random pathways. An open mouth kiss under your ears made you shiver at the sensitive spot. Snaking an arm behind your waist, he rested it onto your left thigh- pulling it away as his other elbow nudged your right thigh; making sure your legs didn’t close, as he wanted to see you make a mess for him. But his eyes rested on your face, ecstatic to see you writhe under him.

Inserting another finger, you gasped as he thrusted in deeper but at a leisurely pace, he wears a smirk when you whined- bucking your hips for more pressure. But it doesn’t faze him, going at the same speed- your hands gripped his hair as he presses his palm against your clit. Circling his palms, he rubs it up and down; loving it when you fall apart.

“You love this, don’t you? With all these people in front of us, asleep- while I’m fingering you.” He mumbled, pumping his fingers in and out of your heated slick- the slushing sound echoing. Your legs twitched and trembled, shaking at the pleasure that rippled throughout it. Curling his fingers, you gasped as your toes curled, back arching. His slender fingers dragged across your inner walls. A soft sigh escaping his lips when your walls clenched around his digits. 

Absence of his skilful fingers left your whole body tense, eyebrows furrowed with anger roaring in your eyes, “What’re you doing?” You whispered-shouted. Before he could answer, his fingers frantically trying their best to unclasp his belt; slaps of the leather nearly ruining the moment. A frustrated sigh left your lips, eyes shut tight from irritation as he did not finish what he started. After struggling slightly, he finally managed to unlock it. Hovering above the seat, he pushed his pants down- which slacked around his ankles, plopping onto the chair.

With no warning, he tugged you to sit on his lap- your back facing his as your eyes rested on the huge screen. Your dripping core brushing against his tent, the frustration crumbling away as his hands gripped your waist pushing you down to grind on his prominent tent, “Fuck...” He groaned when he glanced down to see your essence soaking through his briefs, the splotch of a mess didn’t make you blush.

Halting you from continuing, he tugged his boxers down. A sigh of relief escaping his lips as it has been freed from the tight and suffocating confinement of the trunks. His cock resting on your ass. Rubbing his erection with his wet hand, he watched as his fingers that were covered and dripping with you, coat his tall-standing dick.

One hand on your waist, the other holding his cock, he pushed you down- eyes twitching when your walls wrapped around him perfectly. He slid all the way, not waiting for you to adjust to his size. Your hand laid on his that gripped your waist tightly, clenching on it. His hands slid under your shirt, understanding the signal as he tugged your bra down, hands quickly finding warmth as it kneads your mounds. Urging you to move, he laid back- watching as you bounced on his shaft, licking his dry lips as his cock disappears and reappears, wetter every time it was exposed to the air. Your head was thrown back, resting on his shoulders, mouth gaped open as you breathlessly breathed out when he snapped his hips, his thrusts seemed to speed up. Sound of skin slapping was prominent but everyone seemed to find their way to sleep. Not wanting to make a noise, you stuffed your mouth with your forearm, biting on it with a hiss of pain. 

Like a tensed string that has been stretched out too far, it snapped as you released onto him. Your wetness cascading down his shaft, he pushed you to stand- knees bent, a grunt left his lips as he watched your pussy smeared with your own essence. He thrusted in deeper, the relentless pace slowing down to lazy snaps. Before he too, came. Darkness engulfed the area as the screen turns black, the movie ends. He sighed on the nape of your neck in relief and content, loving when your walls would clench randomly around his shaft; warming it. 

And not too far was a faint glow of light that seemed to approach the perimeter, soon accompanied by few others, “Shit.” You both muttered, scrambling to put on the clothes. And shit was right. 

[missmischevious]

Um, EXCUSE YOU, Mr.Plympton.

You're not allowed to look that good when you're DEAD.