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blackroseguzzi · 14 hours
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FATE part 6
summery: Colin reminds himself of the reasons he knew you were the girl for him while also becoming increasingly stressed over this case.
Colin’s POV
I parked my cruiser in back of the station, letting it idle as thoughts ran through my head. I was now the lead investigator on Erin’s case now that Mare was on leave, and I don’t want to fuck this up. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, my body wanted to turn out of the lot and just keeping driving away from this town, just like she had. This case. Fuck, The situation in yet I tangled myself in yet again with her. I knew by Friday this week that my heart was going to be blasted into a million pieces but maybe I was a glutton for punishment. She’s addicting, I am so drawn to her as if she’s a magnetic field. I had always been sucked into her vortex since the first time I ran into her at that coffee shop. She was always effortlessly beautiful, especially the way her eyes squinted up when she smiled. My mind slowly drifts to a memory of her in the days I knew I was going to marry her.
My alarm had gone off, I had to work that whole weekend and snuck in just a few hours of sleep. I remember the way the sunlight cast over her body that lay tangled in our sheets. I had come home that evening to her unpacking her work bag on the counter, her hair in that messy bun I loved so much. I had snuck into the kitchen and wrapped my arms around her waist, feeling her jolt into awareness of my body now pressed against her back.
“What are you doing home this early?” She turned around, pressing her hands on either side of my face, bringing it down for a quick peck on the lips. Her soft lips always plagued my nightmares after she left. Those kisses lingered on my lips as I woke up and realized that she wasn’t there, that she didn’t love me anymore.
“I pulled a few strings, and I got an interview set up in the mornin’ with a witness. So I got out at a decent hour, but I gotta be outta the house early in the mornin tomorrow.”
Her face fell, knowing we wouldn’t get to spend some time together before another work week resurfaced. I hated that she missed me, even thought I wasn’t gone. I realized after she left that I asked her to be extremely patient when it came to my work hours. She never complained due to the nature of the work I did, but her face usually had the hint of disappointment in it when I explained how many hours I’d have to clock in each week.
“Hey, I’ll make it up to you. I have a few days off for Christmas. Okay?” I sprinkled more kisses on her cheek and felt her wrap her hands around my body and sigh. 
“We have forever together, I know you’re working hard to find that missing kid.” I hated that you turned away in that moment, returning to getting your things out of the overnight bag and organized.
Your voice rang through the kitchen as I started to loosen the tie on my shirt, ready to unwind. “What do you want for dinner?”
“You know, Pizza sounds great but I have this craving. It’s been on my mind all frrrrreakkkinggg week.”
You had turned to me, your eyebrows pointed together quizzically.
“And what might that craving be, Mr. Zabel?”
“Well, Ms. Y/l/n, Its something I daydream about often. Spread out on the kitchen table, ready for me to savor every last bite.”
Her eyes wandered across my face, and as our eyes met, I knew she had caught on to the kind of craving I was looking to fulfill.
“Oh, you daydream about this craving often, huh?” A little teasing grin emerged from her face.
I smirked and let out a small chuckle as she started to undo the buttons of my dress shirt.
“Yeah, now we’re cookin’ with fire baby,” I growled, reaching down to cup her ass in those black buttery soft yoga pants I loved her in. The first kiss tasted like candy, and just got more and more delicious as they came. I could feel the heat in between her legs as she pushed me into our dining room with her hips as our tongues still danced together.
“Shit,” She breathed out as I felt her fumble slightly as I tugged at her sweatshirt. We broke apart so I could peel it over her head, making her bun flip to the other side of her head, and stray hairs falling around her forehead. Nobody ever looked that good in a messy bun.
I let out a small moan as her hands worked quickly to unhook her lace pink bra. Her breasts tumbled out of the cups with ease, and my hands couldn’t contain themselves. I reached up to her chest and feverishly messaged, and delicately twirled her nipples. When she bit my lip, man that’s when it was all over.
“You always crave dessert before dinner?” She whispered in that low raspy voice I only ever heard in the bedroom. 
As my hands worked her chest and my mouth occupied the crook of her neck, I could feel that ache in my groin when she started to tug away my belt and unbutton my pants.
She watched as I pulled my pants down, left in boxers. I started to pull my undershirt off when I heard her giggle at the fact my socks had in fact not matched.
I smiled at her, and she pushed a large pile of her papers off the dining table and onto the floor in a hurry.
“I’m going to fucking ravish you, baby.”
She shook her head as she pushed me away from her playfully.
“No sweetie, I get the first taste,” She moved my body as if I was a puppet, placing me laying down on the dining room table - bare assed with my cock straight up waiting for you.
I loved watching her give me head, the way her eyes rolled in the back of her head and her hands gripping my thighs. I let out a deep moan, letting her know the pleasure was going to be short lived if she keeps on using her tongue that way.
She licks the full length of my penis before climbing up on the table, straddling me from above. I pulled my hands to cup her ass again, squeezing her thick soft cheeks as she kisses me. “My turn,” I whispered as we quickly and gracefully rolled into switched positions on the table. Her perfect body now laying down, legs spread as if inviting me in. I felt her breath hitch as I guided myself inside of her. Fuck I will never forget that feeling. That tight squeeze, wet and so fucking warm. I whispered that I loved her, loved her body, loved everything about her as I thrusted my dick inside of her. She was not a quiet girl, but she was reserved and laid back for the most part, but man in the bedroom she was an animal. It surprised me at first, and then once I realized it was exactly what I needed that addiction was intoxicating. I don’t think any girl could ever make me feel half as good as she did.
Her quiet voice pulled me from my drunken pleasure, “I’m gonna cum, Colin.” Her hands found mine and we slowed our intensity. I loved the way her neck and face flushed a perfect pink color as we edged ourselves to completion.
“That’s it baby,” I whispered in between thick breaths as she road out her orgasm- just watching her face scrunch with pleasure pushed me over the edge and I spilled myself inside of her. God, I was done for. She was my forever, it was Fate that brought is together the same coffee spot the day we met.
I closed my eyes, reliving that memory a small smile on my lips when suddenly a knock was at my window.
“We gotta talk Zabel, “ Mare’s harsh voice was muffled by the car window between us.
I turned off the car, taking a deep breath before opening the door.
I was surprised to see her here after getting kicked off the case for some reason I wasn’t able to have as knowledge. “What‘a going on? I thought you were on leave?” I questioned her. Her permanent frown was deeper than normal today. It gave me a slight anxious feeling.
“Why are you talkin’ with Deacon Mark?”
Of course she was here to talk the case, but I knew the shit I’d be in if I continued to let her in on what was going on in the investigation.
“I’d love to chat but this doesn’t really concern you anymore, Mare. we got it handled. Promise.” I placed a hand on her shoulder to calm her nerves, but she shrugged it off.
“ No, it concerns me because I need to find out if there’s a connection with Erin’s case and Katy’s.”
Her tough exterior was something I wasn’t used to. She had only shown me a softer side once or twice, but learning a bit about her past I understand why the guard was ALWAYS up.
“Look, Mare…”
“Shove it, Zabel. You’re talkin’ to a fucking reporter but ya won’t talk to me?”
I gave her a confused look, not understand why she would bring that up- but something was fishy.
“Wait how did you know I was investigating Deacon Mark?”
Mare signed, running a hand through her hair in frustration.
“An unknown source saw ya talking.” She replied.
I wanted to push it further but I had work to do and she was making me late. I know she wanted information but i just couldn’t risk it.
“Sorry Mare, you’re not on the Case.” I started to walk away when I heard a mumbled out of her.
It sounded a lot like “ Well have fun on your date tonight.” But I didn’t want to push it, because there was no way she knew I was going to dinner with you tonight, or was there?
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evanchantingpeters · 4 months
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All my feminism goes out the window when I lay eyes on this man... Uff😬
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jellyluvr · 8 months
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The Evans
- their fav position ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
I think spill the t already did this but it's chill 😋
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° . • Tate Langdon • * . ☆ · ° . *
Definitely a bitch for doggystyle.
Anal or vaginal, he'd totally like fuck your brains out in that position.
He'd like it so he can pull your hair and get a better grip on you. And for the view of your ass ofc 💋💋
Luvs taking it from the back. Standing up, laying down.. really doesn't matter to him. Probably cup ur tits while it too
° . • kit walker • * . ☆ · ° . *
What an angel.
Based on how sweet he is he'd probably be bottom. Let you fuck him, yknow?
If he doesn't, definitely just a generic fuck. Him on top, u on bottom. Totally kinda rough unintentionally though
° . • kyle spencer • * . ☆ · ° . *
MISSIONARY!!!
He'd love missionary mainly to see your face. Maybe a few touches on your tits but yknow it's pretty chill.
Regardless of how you react to his size the show must go on.
Too big? Comforting. Slower and kisses.
° . • Franken kyle • * . ☆ · ° . *
Any position where he can get what he wants.
He'd probably have trouble even picking.
So his favoriteS would be from the back, and missionary.
Back as in turned over while sleeping until his needy ass comes along.
If it's not him, definitely you fucking him rather than the other way around.
° . • jimmy darling • * . ☆ · ° . *
Against any surface is the way to go for him
Wall, desk.. bed... even the floor.
He'd push your cheek into it while fucking you or put his hands on the wall or surface.
Basically from the back but he has a preference for it definitely.
° . • James patrick march • * . ☆ · ° . *
Missionary. No arguments about it. Missionary!!
He's definitely kinky and teasing, so he'd bring a knife in and possibly fuck you with the handle 👀 (lmk if you want a fic abt that)
Or on a surface as well, but you facing up. He'd make it to where you could see him the whole time. If you tried to look away he'd probably slap you or turn your head and keep it there.
° . • kai anderson • * . ☆ · ° . *
Anything.
Anything to feel your pussy around him.
Missionary, or against the wall.
He'd fold you and put your knees over his shoulders most likely.
Kai'd like it so he could see his dick in you, and the cum oozing out when he was done.
He would definitely nibble on your tits while fucking you too. Like no doubt.
° . • Jeff pfister • * . ☆ · ° . *
Over something.
From the back anal or vaginal like tate.
He'd like it because he wouldn't have to see your face. As mean as it sounds, you're probably just his side chick.
If you're not, he'd fold you as well. Quite rough too.
° . • Austin Sommers • * . ☆ · ° . *
With you on top of his lap.
He'd hold you and fuck you pretty rough.
Whisper in your ear occasionally, give you no mercy on your clit. 🙈
And of course, he'd definitely cum inside. Everyone knows that.
° . • peter maximoff • * . ☆ · ° . *
Ohhh...
He's not the rough type, but also not the gentle type.
Missionary. Definitely.
He'd go to your liking, take your moans and face expression as a hint to slow down or go faster.
He'd probably kiss you a lot during it. Along your neck, face.. chest. Leave a mark on you 💕
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I probably left out a few things so I apologize if so lmfao
Taglist: @kaismanwich @tatelangdonsgirll @daylas-life @hyperharlz @kaiju-superstar @howtobesasha @luttic @spill-the-t @ima0nahlol
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alittlesil · 7 months
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let me distract you
Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader ♥️
a/n: hey :) i secretly enjoy writing and after a quick talk abt it with @lilthbunny i decided to post some of my fics here! hope it’s not so bad so pls enjoy
summary: you study too much and Tate decides to slightly distract you 🌸
warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving)
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Summer is almost there.
It’s almost there, and it means that you have exams in your college. 
Another day of the endless studying in your dark, dusty room. A lot of textbooks are scattered on the bed mixed with notebooks, and you're lying there typing something quickly on your laptop - you need to watch another lecture… your brain aches already, your eyes narrow in the darkness of the room, you’re completely exhausted of this shit. When you type the last letter on your laptop, you feel someone’s presence nearly. 
With a sigh, you take your notebook again, starting to write something and not paying any attention to the blond guy, who already took a seat on the bed with you.  With a muffled tired groan, his head literally falls down on your tummy, and his hands stroke your sides gently.
“Y/n, come ooon”, he groans again, looking up at you with his dark puppy eyes. “You’ve been studying for three days in a row, i’m tired of just watching you laying here, reading and writing.”
You sigh tiredly, but feel really bad for ignoring your boyfriend this way, even knowing how much he always craves your attention. “Tate, you know this test is important.” Your fingers eventually slipped into his golden, soft curls, playing with them, as your gaze’s still locked with the notebook. You bit your lower lip, trying to focus on the study tasks, when the young boy starts to kiss your stomach through the cloth of your top, and of course you didn’t wear bra… and of course Tate notices it, when your nipples become harder because of simple kisses on your body. He smirks slyly.
“But that doesn’t mean you have to study all weekend… look at you. You look exhausted.” He said, and his fingers quickly slip under the cloth and touch your bare skin on your sides and stomach. Tate leans in and nuzzles your neck, and you unintentionally put your notebook aside. His hot breath hits your skin, as he whispers: “Someone here wants you to take a breath. Let me distract you for a while.”
You almost moaned just at these words, as your fingers tug on his hair softly and your lips curl into a slight smirk. “I think i can’t say no in this position.”
Tate smiles and immediately pulls your top off, his palms cupping your breasts, as he connects his lips with yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. Oh, this boy missed this feeling of your smooth skin in his hands, of your soft lips against his - it was only 3 days without you guys having intimacy, but for him it felt like eternity. His hot tongue brushes against your lips in a silent question, and you part your lips slightly, allowing him to slip in, while his slender fingers knead your tits.
His mouth starts to move lower - his hot lips on your neck, on your chest, on your tummy, and you can already feel how your underwear gets more wet with each second.
“That’s… a very… good… mhmhmm… decision…” He groans into your skin in between kisses, as his lips wander lower and lower. His hands reach for the buttons of your jeans, and eventually he pulls them down your legs, leaving you in your panties only. Tate pulls away, admiring the view - he always craves you, your body, your touch, no matter what, and seeing you naked (or almost naked) is enough for him to get hard within a second. His fingers trace along your bare thighs gently, as he suddenly changes the position - now you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, and this boy with golden curls is kneeling in front of you, spreading your thighs. You bit your lower lip in anticipation, as his lips slowly make their way up your thigh, getting closer and closer to the spot where you crave them the most and shamelessly teasing you. Tate’s fingers reach to the waistband of your panties, tugging on it slightly.
“Let me..?” He whispers in a hushed breath, looking up at you, and this sight only can make you cum twice. 
“Tate, just do it, please…” You whimper, tugging on his hair, and he lets out a soft growl, as his lips connect with your underwear, and you gasped at the sensation - it feels so good, but you need so much more… “D-don’t tease! Take these off…” You whine, and Tate smirks, enjoying how much you want him back. He can’t refuse you, and in a second your panties fall down on the floor. His slender finger runs between your folds, collecting the wetness, and he even moans quietly, seeing how eager you already are. 
You shiver, and a soft whimper escapes your lips, when you feel his finger touching you. Tate pulls it away and replaces it with his soft, tender lips, and now you can’t hold back a proper moan. Your grip in his hair tightens, as he started to literally eat you out, his tongue circles around your clit and slips inside you, making you scream in pure pleasure. You pull his head closer, and Tate moans at your eagerness, continuing his adorable assault on your pussy. Your arousal mixes with his saliva, and when he sucks on your clit, you let out another loud moan.
“So loud for such a sweet girl”, he chuckles quietly, swallowing, and then suddenly entering you with his middle finger. You threw your head back, covering your mouth with your free hand just not to scream so loud that the whole neighbourhood could hear you. You squeeze your thighs unintentionally, and Tate chuckles against your clit - the vibrations send a shiver down your spine. He starts to move his finger painfully slow, and you thrust your hips, meeting his motions. When he feels that you begin to clench around his finger, he adds the second one and licks on your clit faster, but gentler. 
“F-fuck, Tate!” You whine again, not able to contain yourself. “I- Oh, I think i’m gonna cum-“
Your words make him grow even harder in his jeans. “Don’t worry”, he chuckles, pulling away for a second. “I ain’t stopping.”
You whine, and with one last thrust of his fingers, finally achieve your climax. It feels like an explosion: your walls clench around his hand, the arousal dripping down your thighs, and Tate gladly licks every single drop of it. This familiar feeling of powerful wave of pleasure makes you gasp for the air, and you lay down on your back, trying to calm down. Tate pulls away from your thighs, his chin glistens with your wetness, and he wipes it away with a sleeve of his striped sweater. He crawls towards you, laying down next to your body.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He whispers, kissing your temple, and you reach up to him, smashing your lips against his - he kisses you back sloppily, still caressing your bare thigh with one hand. He then looks at you with a cocky smile and leans his head on your shoulder, breathing in your scent.
“I guess I should study even more if it means that you’re going to distract me from it like this every time…” You scoff, starting to play with his hair once again, making Tate purr.
“I don’t mind spending most of my time ‘distracting’ you.”
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babygorewhore · 8 months
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Sit down. Evan Peters smut.
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Your older boyfriend has been growing out his facial hair for a while. And he asks something of you. Something you’ve resisted before. What happens next? Requested by anonymous! I’m finally posting this! Next I’m gonna take the next few days to work on my requests!
WARNINGS! Oral! Fem receiving. Face riding.
Evan hadn’t shaved in almost a month, his beard growing more and more as the days went on. You were always attracted to him. But now? He looked so manly. Shedding his appearance as a boy. Which he was far from, but the beard…mmm. It looked so good on him.
You both sat on the bed, he was reading through a magazine as the tv was long forgotten. You were on your phone scrolling through tik tok, still bugging him to get one.
“Sorry, babe. I’m afraid that’s where our age difference comes in.” He grinned at you and you rolled your eyes.
“Okay, old man.” You reached up and cupped his cheek, gently brushing against his scruff.
“Do you like it? The beard, I mean?” Evan questioned. You paused, sensing his insecurity.
“Of course, I like it, baby. It looks good.” You cooed at him. He leaned down and kissed you, softly at first before he found your lips and grazed his teeth against your lower lip.
“Oh yeah?” He asked you.
Evan gently leaned on you, his weight pressing against your body as he continued kissing you. You felt his beard against your chin, but the scratch comforted you.
“I fucking love kissing you.” He breathed. His hand raising to gently squeeze your breast. You sucked in a breath.
Evan sucked on your lower lip as he kneaded your chest. Your core pooled at his attention as he brushed his tongue against your teeth.
You met his kiss, his tongue diving in your mouth and tasted you throughly. “Can you do something for me?” He asked against your mouth.
“Anything.” You answered, your hand against the back of his head.
“Can you…please sit on my face?” He asked. You froze, mid kiss.
He had asked you before and you refused. You couldn’t possibly. You felt way too heavy for him. You would probably crush his neck.
“Evan…” you started and he pressed a finger against your lips.
“Baby, you’re not going to crush me. I promise. You’re not too heavy. I know you’re insecure. But trust me. I can handle it. Please, I’m dying to taste you. I’ve been wanting this all day.” He trailed his lips down your neck, finding your pulse point.
His hands found your hips as his fingers tightened along them, as he guided you to sit up. You hesitated as he laid down, his eyes darkened impossibly. Evan helped you straddle his chest, pulling your oversized t shirt above your belly. “It’s okay, baby girl. Please? Please come here. I want to taste how sweet you are.”
You swallowed, still unsure. Evan gripped your thighs.
You were thicker than him, something you were always afraid that he wouldn’t find attractive. You hated that, you felt so uncomfortable whenever he held you on his lap, or picked you up. But he never let you speak badly about yourself, always reassuring you that he thought you were beautiful. Sexy, even.
“Sweetheart.” Evan reached forward, cupping your chin, making you look at him. “You don’t need to worry about it. You’re not hurting me. You’re not too heavy. It feels so good, do you want me to beg?”
Your eyes widened. “What?” Evan smirked at you before he toyed with the band of your underwear.
“Please, baby. Please, fuck my face. It’ll make you feel so good, I promise. I need it.” He whispered to you, slowly lifting you higher on his chest. Your hands fell to his shoulders, as you hovered above him, your underwear pulled to your separated knees.
Evan leaned up, you felt his beard brush against your pussy. You almost pulled away. But Evan’s hands went to your ass. “Fucking sit.” He breathed, before bringing you down on his mouth.
You immediately felt his tongue driving up, circling your clit as your thighs straddled his face. Your hips buckled, but your cheeks warmed as he slurped and sucked your sensitive bud. He moaned deep within his throat as he head moved up and down. His tongue dipped inside you, tasting you deep as his beard lightly scratched your inner thighs.
“Evan-“ you squeaked as your hands splayed on his chest, as he desperately thrusted his tongue against your clit.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groaned, his hands finding your hips as he rolled them. You tossed insecurities aside and started humping his face.
Your slick coated his chin as you moved against his face, your pleasure growing inside your stomach. Evan quickened his pace as you reached forward to grip the headboard. Your head pressed against it as your pelvis buckled as he flicked his tongue against your folds.
“I’m gonna-“ you stuttered.
“Please do.” Evan begged. You moved your hips up and down, Evan whimpered at the pressure and you shuddered as your release came.
You chased your orgasm as your movements became sloppy and Evan held your lower back so tight you thought he would break you. You moved to get off but he still held you in place.
“I’m not done.” He whined, continuing lapping at your pussy as he licked your leftover climax.
“I can’t-Evan please. I need a break.” You said to him and he finally stopped.
You climbed off, back on the bed beside him and you glanced at his crotch. But you saw the wet patch staining his sweatpants. “Did you-“
“Yeah.” He said, a slightly blush creeping his cheeks. “It was so hot, I couldn’t contain myself.”
You nodded and he snuggled closer to your side, trailing his fingers against your arms.” You did really good, baby. I really liked it.” He confessed.
“You promise?” You looked at him through your lashes.
“Yes,” he reached forward and kissed you. Savoring your lips with the aftermath of your taste.
Taglist. @ifeeltoofuckingmuch @icannot3 @randodummy @howtobesasha @evanptrss
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evanpetersmybf · 2 months
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Be mine?
Tate Langdon x female!reader
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Summary: Meeting you was his destiny. He had to make you his so he could feel alive... It was meant to be.
Genre: Smut.
Word count: 3,172
Warnings: Virgin and inexperienced reader, mentions of bullying, self-harm (just once and is nothing detailed), obsessive and stalkish behavior, swearing, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected p in v and cumshot.
A/N: English isn't my first language and this is my first time writing smut, so sorry if it sucks or if I have grammatical mistakes or something TT. Btw, also sorry if Tate's out of character. Anyways, hope you enjoy it!
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Tate had another bad day. It was the usual. Bullying, failed tests, the teacher humiliating him after he couldn’t solve a simple equation on the chalkboard, his mother scolding him. Nothing seemed new, and it seemed that nothing wasn’t going to change at any point.
He needed something, a reason to live, something to make him feel alive. Because he was dead. Dead in life, which in his own opinion, was even worse than being a rotten corpse.
He headed to the music store after secretly stealing some of his mom’s money, just a few bucks; the enough amount to buy a vinyl or some CD’s. Tate was sort of a music elitist, always believing that the artists nowadays just created pure, hollow, and trashy songs. In fact, he didn’t believe those could even be considered music.
Walking around the nearly empty store, rummaging through the shelves filled with Nirvana vinyl’s, someone bumped into him.
“Oh, sorry.” You spoke, after accidentally taking too many steps back and bumping into Tate’s behinds.
He frowned, somewhat annoyed at you for disturbing his moment of peace. The blonde turned around to look at who it was, scanning your body from head to toe, taking note of your appearance. Then, his dark eyes drifted to the sign that was on top the shelf, which indicated the musical genre of the records that were on that rack. Alternative pop. His gaze went to the album you were hugging to yourself.
“Cry Baby? What type of crap is that?”
“Huh, excuse me?”
“Never mind, you won’t understand.” Tate talked in such a volatile and rude manner, already feeling superior because of his likes.
You arched an eyebrow. What was his problem? You did nothing to him and yet he was here, judging your amazing music taste.
“Well, people’s free to like whatever they want to, hmm?”
“Uh, yeah, but what’s the point of that if everything is so generic?”
“Have you ever listened to Melanie Martinez at least once?”
He shook his head no, still scowling, now fidgeting with a ring that was on one of his fingers.
“Have you listened to Nirvana?”
“Just like… Two songs?”
“Don’t tell me. Smells Like Teen Spirit?”
“Guilty.”
Tate rolled his eyes. What was going on with this generation? What happened to good music, to the greatest artists? Why was everyone just listening to trash?
After sharing your names and a few more words, debating about who was right and who wasn’t, you placed one of your hands over his right shoulder, as an attempt to stop his rant of how superior he was. And indeed, it worked. The teen stopped venting and stared at you, all confused and a bit uncomfortable. You noticed it and quickly stepped back, apologizing for touching him without permission. He told you it was okay, that you just surprised him. But deep down, that simple yet complex touch meant a lot to Tate, even if it was absolutely nothing to you.
For the first time he felt something more than sorrow.
“So… What do you think of this? I’ll make you listen to some songs by Melanie and other artists, and I’ll listen to your beloved beautiful grunge music.” You said those last words in a mocking way.
Tate huffed, clearly offended by the way you referred to his taste. Nevertheless, in the end he agreed with you.
After paying the stuff you two picked, both of you went to Tate’s place. As you walked next to him, your fingers brushed his, making his cheeks turn a light shade of red and his heart flutter. He felt dizzy, not sure about what was going on.
In his house, he took you to his room. The boy didn’t want his mother to see you, otherwise she’d be too nosy and probably scare you and push you away from him, and that was the last thing he wanted.
“Get comfy.” He mused, extending his hand as if inviting you to take a seat wherever you feel to.
“Thanks.” You sat on the floor, using one of the sides of the bed as a support for your back. He did the same and sat right next to you.
He was nervous. So damn nervous and excited. He brought a pretty chick to his place. The Tate Langdon, the outcast, the bullied, that Tate Langdon was in the same room with a girl? He couldn’t believe it.
“Ladies first.” Tate pointed the record-player with his thumb, and you obeyed, placing the CD in it. The music started playing.
“We could’ve used Spotify, y’know?”
“Nah, I don’t like it. I prefer the old school.”
‘Cry Baby’ was the first track that was listened to.
He squinted his eyes and rubbed his chin, analyzing the sounds, the melody, the harmony and of course the lyrics.
Although it wasn’t his style, you definitely were. The way you looked, talked, walked. How you stood up for your beliefs and didn’t allow him to step on you (even if you just discussed about music). It was new for him. He craved your independence. He craved you.
That was the very moment when he realized that you were the thing he was looking for all his life. You were the one who was meant to be his, he was meant to be yours. It was destiny. Tate truly believed it was some kind of divine prophecy, and he wasn’t going to let you go.
He was so immersed in his mind that he didn’t pay attention to the song anymore. He was solely focused on you, remembering how warm and kind your touch was, how sweet your voice was. ‘Oh, she’s mine’, he thought.
“So… That was the first track. Its name’s Cry Baby. Did you like it?”
Tate snapped out of it and bit his bottom lip. He didn’t listen to your question.
“I’m sorry, what did you?—”
“Did you like the song?”
“Ah, yeah yeah. It’s quite… Innovative. I’ve never heard something like that.”
You smiled and clapped your hands. “Of course! She’s such a genius. Let’s finish the album, hm?”
He just nodded, as a little smirk appeared on his face.
The days flew by, and Tate asked you out on many friendly dates. Or at least that’s what you thought because you were so oblivious at the fact that he had a fat crush on you.
With every hang out, you noticed that Tate was lonely. Like, really lonely. Maybe that’s why he was so clingy with you.
He told you about his family, about how annoying Constance was, about his siblings and about how his father left him behind. He also mentioned the bullying he suffered and almost talked about the self-harm but stopped himself.
Both of you grew closer, as his obsession.
Since you went to a different school, he would skip class and infiltrate your campus just to see you. He couldn’t stand being away from you. And if he did, his mind was full of you, thinking of you all day, unable to focus on his homework and tests. Tate didn’t care anymore if he failed subjects, as long as you were next to him, he was happy and alive.
The void he once felt, was now fulfilled with your mere presence. You could step on him, and he would thank you. In his twisted little mind, you were free to have everything of him.
He was willing to do anything to keep you by his side. The thought of losing was so terrifying that it would make him throw up.
Tate learned every single detail about you. Your mannerisms, your likes and dislikes, your dreams, and your fears. Everything. And that includes your schedule since you wake up, and since you go to sleep.
That was his definition of love. No one ever taught him about how to express it, and he ended up being the way he was with you.
One day he invited you over to his place. The Langdon's house was empty, and he was going to take advantage of it. No doubt.
“Your mom isn’t home?” You questioned as you followed him behind, going upstairs straight to his bedroom. Little did you know this wasn’t going to be another afternoon of playing board games while listening to some music.
“Nah, dunno where she went but she won’t be back any time soon.” He shrugged and let you inside of his private space,
You went to lay down on bed, feeling relief in your aching back after a long day at school. “Damn, I need some rest!”
Tate chuckled softly and sat on the edge, looking at you as you closed your eyes and tried to relax. He was focused on your steady and calm breathing, on how your breasts went up and down with every inhalation and exhalation. His eyes stared at your lips, at how kissable they looked. He felt a sudden desire, the intense urge to make you his. Feeling conflicted, he shook his head and tried to distract himself, pretending to ignore how aroused he was getting.
He wasn’t going to say it out loud, but of course he already had some wet dreams of you. He imagined you beneath him, your precious body shivering and responding to his touch, to his kisses. Your cunt wet and ready for him, just how he wanted to.
“Y/N…” Tate cooed, unable to hold back any longer.
“Yeah?” You opened one of your eyes and spotted him, sitting on the bed with his fists clenched over his thighs, while his breathing looked kinda rapid. “You ‘kay?”
“No.”
“Uh? What’s wrong?” You reincorporated and sat straight beside his warm figure. Your right hand touched his left, rubbing it up and down with your thumb.
Tate shoved you to the bed, pinning your arms above your head and holding them tight.
His breathing pattern was no longer normal. It was a heavy one.
His dark brown eyes locked with yours. Your orbs were wide, not understanding what the hell was going on. Or maybe you did but were in denial.
“Please. I want you.” He purred, seeing you with puppy eyes, the ones he knew you couldn’t resist.
“Hahah, you funny.”
He let out a frustrated whine, almost begging on his knees for you to get the hint.
“I’m not kidding. Pretty please. I need you.”
“Do you mean…?” You raised your head a few centimeters to look at his crotch in order to confirm your suspicions. Your cheeks had a cute blush as soon as you noticed Tate’s erection restrained by his jeans. It looked painful, and it actually was.
“Yes. I want to. Please, I truly need it. Please, please, please?” His voice was shaky and low, a needy desperate whisper. “Can I?”
This wasn’t what you expected for today. You saw Tate as a best friend, but you couldn’t deny he was handsome… And that he already provoked butterflies in your stomach before.
Hesitantly, you gave a shy nod with your head, giving him consent to continue. “But Tate… I’ve never done this before, I dunno what to do, I—” You trailed off, being cut off mid-sentence when Tate placed his lips over yours. The kiss was slow and tender, not rough at all. Your bottom lip was between his, as he nibbled it with extreme care to not hurt you.
After some seconds, he pulled apart and led his hand towards the side of your face, brushing some hairs away. “Don’t ya worry, princess. Leave it all to me, hm? I’ll be gentle. Unless you don’t want me to.” With that being said, he leaned into your neck, pressing his mouth on your sensitive flesh. He left sweet kisses, making you hum as you melted under him.
His lips continued to tease your skin, leaving some little bites between every kiss, trailing down to your collarbone. Tate stopped there and helped you get rid of your blouse, tossing it aside and continued his journey, this time kissing your sternum while his right hand cupped one of your breasts, kneading it gently over the fabric of your bra. He pulled down the straps and took off the piece of lingerie, setting your tits free.
The cold air hit you and your nipples perked up, looking ravishing and making him desire you even more.
He introduced one of the hardened buds into his warm mouth, sucking it greedily and making lewd wet sounds as he did so. His left rubbed the other nipple in circles, taking it with his thumb and index, pulling it and pinching it.
“Hmph… Huh…” You let out soft whimpers, slightly arching your back meanwhile he abused your breasts.
Tate stopped after some minutes, letting go of your nipple and looking at you, grabbing your chin and tilting your head to the side. He approached your ear and whispered, “You like this?”
“Yes…” You begged. Your voice was already ragged and shaky.
Instinctively, you pressed your thighs together, rubbing them as a pathetic try to feel some relief. Tate realized it and spread your legs with one of his hands. He took his digits right to your clothed pussy, eagerly rubbing the spot where your clit was.
“Someone’s already wet? Cute.” He giggled and took off his striped sweater, throwing it away. He positioned himself between your limbs and pulled down your pants, mesmerized as he saw your damp panties. Tate continued rubbing your bundle of nerves over the fabric of your underwear, still fascinated at how humid you were.
This was the moment he had been waiting for the past weeks. He wasn’t going to need to jerk off to your photos anymore, because now he would be able to jerk off to your tits in person.
Tate removed the last barrier that was stopping him from touching your womanhood directly. He pulled them down to your ankles and you helped him to get rid of it by shaking your feet.
He got closer to your cunt and placed your legs over his shoulder, spreading your folds with two of his large digits, blowing some air at the sensitive meat. Finally, he started sucking on your swollen clitoris, enjoying the feeling of your dampness against his face.
“Mmh…” He moaned, still toying with the nub. You grabbed him by the hair, not thinking about what you were doing. You just let yourself go and pulled him closer to your pussy, wanting to feel more. Your body twitched, unconsciously bucking your hips against his mouth that was currently making slurping sounds.
His attention changed and was now on your slit, teasing just the entrance with his hot tongue, while his nose rubbed against your clit. He lapped your pretty cunt, savoring your juices as if they were a delicacy.
Looking at your adorable face contorting in pleasure, he introduced his ring finger into your wet, tight hole. It was a slow and kind movement because the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. He slipped it deeper, pumping it in and out with care, increasing speed after a few seconds once he saw you comfortable. “Tell me if it hurts…”
“Mhm… It feels nice. Huh…” Your melodic whimpers and moans were just too much for him. He could listen to you for the rest of his days and never get tired of you.
Without further ado, he introduced his middle finger, now finger-fucking you with two. Tate’s thumb was also working wonders on your lil’ bundle of nerves in circular motion.
She was clenching around Tate’s large fingers, that he curled inside of her, hitting the right spot to make you squirm and feel a new and foreign sensation in your lower belly.
“Fuck it, I can’t wait anymore.”
He undid his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers, quickly getting rid of them and letting them fall to the wooden floor.
You just stared in awe; it was the first time you saw one in real life.
Tate grabbed his hardened cock and stroked it a few times on top of you, finding amusing your silly reaction. The reddish tip was glistening with pre-cum, which he used as lube. He spat at your pussy and rubbed his slick saliva with two digits, before finally thrusting his dick.
He did it slowly, beginning with the head. Eventually, he pushed his entire length, hitting your cervix and stretching you out for the first time.
“Fuck, you’re so tight!” Even if he was taking the lead, he was a whiny mess, vocal and loud.
He continued pounding into you, his gaze never leaving your face. Tate loved how you rolled your eyes to the back of your head and how your little mouth was letting out such nasty sounds.
The room was filled with slapping and wet sounds, created by his skin slapping against yours, his balls always hitting you with every stab. Again, he placed your legs on his wide shoulders to have a better angle and pump into you deeper than before.
His big veiny hands were roaming all over your body, specifically your breasts. Within minutes, he developed an addiction to them. Probably because of his mommy issues? He grabbed them roughly, tweaking both of your nipples as he fucked you mercilessly.
Tate lolled his head as he felt your hole gripping him tight. Very tight.
He increased the pace and moaned your name, begging you to squeeze him tighter.
“Oh, please, please, please!” The blonde kept whining. He left one of his hands taking care of your nipples, while the other went back to torture your clit. He stroked it in circles, and then up and down, applying the enough amount of pressure to make you beg for more.
“Tate, I feel like I’m—”
“It’s okay, let it go, mhm?”
You couldn’t hold yourself any longer and squirted all over him, coating his lower body with your warm fluids.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, gonna cum!” Tate pulled out from your cunt and pumped his cock with his hand finishing with a loud moan. His hot sticky white cum coated your breasts and abdomen, creating an incredible sight that he always imagined.
All spent, Tate threw himself next to you on the bed, pulling a blanket to cover both of you as he filled your pretty face in candy pecks.
“Did it hurt? First time usually does.” He looked at you, concerned for your wellbeing. “I was too rough?”
You laughed and shook your head no, caressing his messy locks with your fingers, tenderly scratching his scalp. “Don’t worry, I’m fine, really.”
Tate smiled at you and kissed you on the lips, “You’re so pretty, Y/N.”
You hugged him from behind, him being the little spoon this time. Your mind was going wild; you were still processing what happened and was about to drift to sleep when he whispered.
“Y/N…?”
“Mh, what is it, Tate?”
“I love you… Please be mine?”
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kaislittlelamb · 5 months
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i need a sadistic daddy Tate smut 🤩
tate langdon x fem!reader nsfw headcanons
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Warning ⚠️: NSFW! sex, oral sex, choking, CNC, etc.
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Sadistic (Daddy) Tate:
• he’s very possessive of you.
• like if any other ghost in the house bats an eye at you, he’ll bend you over and fuck you senseless just to make it clear that you’re his.
• “no one else can make you feel this good. no. one.” he’d growl out between sharp thrusts.
• he’ll leave hickies all over your neck and body for everyone to see (and also in places they can’t see) to mark his territory. he thinks they look so pretty on you.
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• has an obsession with fucking you. he’s addicted to how good it feels to be inside of you.
• trying to sleep? doesn’t matter. trying to study? doesn’t matter. trying to cook? doesn’t matter. he’ll force your thighs open whether you want it or not.
• “aww you don’t want this? then why’s your pretty little pussy dripping for me?”
• he gets a little too rough sometimes and he loses control. he’s got some pent up anger that becomes increasingly apparent from the way he chokes you as if he’s trying to break your neck. or the way he leaves purple hand prints on your ass. or maybe it’s the way he fucks your sore cunt relentlessly and you’re bedridden for days.
• bruises accompany the hickies he leaves on your skin.
• will make you suck him off till your jaw aches. loves the way your pretty lips wrap around his swollen cock.
(pov: tate watching as you suck him off in his latex suit)
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• “c’mon baby, do it one more time. don’t you wanna make daddy feel good?”
• will call up your father while he’s fucking you just to torment him with your screams that can be heard through the phone.
• “hey mr. y/l/n, you’d better hurry and get home. your daughters losing her innocence and fuck- she feels sooo good.”
• would finish inside of you as soon as your father arrives to the scene. the look of horror on his face would drive tate to his climax.
• he doesn’t pull out of course.
• needless to say, he’s not allowed back in your house (as if that’s going to stop him).
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Thank you for the request!
(Tate is literally the “she calls me daddy too” meme.)
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fear-is-truth · 1 month
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₊˚⋆ 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑼𝑻 .kai anderson 𓂂 ˚
𝓣ags: fem!reader. somno. non con. unprotected p in v
𝓢ummary: kai decides to give you a valentine’s day gift.
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Kai woke up in the middle of the night, rock hard and needing some release. He was a light sleeper, so once he was awake, there was no point in attempting to return to sleep. Besides, he had other things on his mind. His eyes landed on you, curled up in a fetal position with your back turned to him. You wore only an oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties to bed, which was perfectly convenient for what he was about to do.
Slowly, he moved his hand down over your stomach, fingers hooking onto the hem of your panties. Seeing you like this, so peaceful and innocent-looking, it stirred something in him. Something that ran far deeper than mere lust.
His mind was hazy mess right now—maybe it was the Adderall? or was it because of all the blood rushing towards his dick. Perhaps both. Even in your sleeping state, you had him wrapped around your little finger. Kai wasn’t sure how he felt about that—he pushed the thought away with a quick shake of his head; he was getting distracted.
He began to tug, eyes trained on your sleeping face. The panties slid off without so much as a murmur from you. At this, he smirked; it was laughably easy, really. Like taking candy from a baby.
Two fingers grazed against your folds, testing your wetness. You were already dripping with arousal, and he was so desperate to just feel some of that warmth around his cock.
“Oh, my god..” Kai let out a strained laugh that was between a groan and a chuckle,
“So wet already... so fucking needy...”
He slid one finger inside, feeling just how tight and warm you were. Kept it there for a few seconds before inserting a second one, relishing in your soft little moans as he rotated his wrist slowly. He felt his cock twitch when you let out a pleased little sigh.
To hell with it. Kai wanted in. Now.
He lined himself up behind you in a spooning position, pressing the pink tip of his cock to your clit and rubbing it. Carefully, he inched further and further inside. You whimpered at the intrusion, but apparently it was a whimper of pleasure rather than pain because a moment later you were bucking back against him.
“Better be dreaming about me, little slut,”
Oh fuck, the way you clenched around him like a warm, tight glove. If only he could see the sleepy, surprised look on your face when you woke up. He began thrusting inside of you, biting his lip in an attempt to keep himself quiet but the vulgar squelching sounds coming from your cunt made it goddamn impossible.
“Mghnm-” As if on cue, your eyelids fluttered wide open. You squirmed, trying to turn around, but he held you firmly in place.
“Oh? Did I wake you from your beauty sleep?” His tone was a little bit of everything. Sweet. Malicious. Angry. Aroused. It was as if he couldn't pick which emotion he wanted to display, but it all came out at once.
“Such a good little lamb for me. Taking your leader’s cock so well,” He hissed through clenched teeth. He was close, and you being awake only made him more determined.
“-can’t get enough of this sweet pussy.”
Kai thrust into you hard and fast, brutal on his quest for release. Grabbing your hips in a vice-like grip, he slammed into you one last time, emptying his balls inside you and milking out every bit of relief he could get from your body.
When he finally did move, Kai eased himself out very slowly, letting out a satisfied groan once he had pulled out completely. Still smirking, he pressed his lips against the curve of your clavicle, planting a tender kiss.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, lamb.”
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kai-anderson-whore · 4 months
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The summoning (jmp x tate Langdon x reader smut)
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Summary: you had always been fascinated with serial killers and true crime, one day you decided to try and summon your two favourite killers
Warnings: smut, three way, oral (tate receiving), p in v sex, doggy style 😏, summoning a ghost, ouija board,
Word count: 1,3k (another short one it was supposed to be longer)
A/n: this is a request by @villains-are-hot, thank you for the request and once again I apologise that it was very rushed at the end and I took ages to post this 😊
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For as long as you could remember you had a unhealthy obsession with true crime/ serial killers. Some may say it's far from normal, it was frightening. You knew stories of cases watched all the documentaries and more.
Some people say it's the type of obsession you hear killers having before they kill. You didn't care it was a interest that you were so passionate about. You preferred learning about serial killers, how their mind works, what drove them to do it. The ones you liked learning about the most was Tate Langdon who got shot dead in his bedroom after shooting up his school one day in 1994. And the other was James Patrick march a well known serial killer from the 1920s to the early 1930s. Legend has it they both still reside in their place of death.
You didn't know if that was true or not, you visited the hotel that James Patrick march resides in but nothing, you couldn't exactly go to the murder house since people live there. It intrigued you deeply, the thought it could be true or not.
You didn't know what you were doing when the idea popped into your head, you thought it won't work but it was worth a go. Now researching things to do, how to summon ghosts, some where a bit far fetched others seemed fake but you were willing nonetheless. Finding a method writing down everything that had to be done.
You sat in front of the oujia board your fingers delicately on the triangle piece. You took deep breaths trying to stay calm circling the board three times before saying "James Patrick march and Tate Langdon I invite you to this space" waiting a few seconds you felt eerily quiet and cold.
"Is there anyone here?" You asked the board, you felt something pushing the triangle to yes, you gasped in shock now feeling nervous but your fingers still remain on the piece. "How many sprits are here?" You then asked feeling uneasy slightly regretting your decision. The piece moved to the number 2 you didn't know if it was you or if it was actually two spirits here but you slowly asked your next question "w-who are you?".
The board moved to around spelling out two initials JMP and TL you gasped removing your hands from the board standing up. Completely forgetting to say goodbye. You immediately grabbed the board putting it away "what the fuck, it's probably me doing it it's got to be" you whispered to yourself.
"Not quite dear" a voice chimed making you yelp in fright. "What the fuck!?" You turned around seeing two guys there awfully familiar to you, they looked identical like discrete descent, "w-who are you?" You asked in fear.
"I'm James Patrick march and this is-" "Tate Langdon" they said, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion "you're both dead no this can't be true." You couldn't believe what you were seeing they looked exactly like the killers you knew so much about. "How are you here?" You asked a thousand questions running around your head.
"Well you summoned us" Tate chuckled pointing to the ouija board. That's when you realised "shit I forgot to say goodbye" mentally cursing yourself, "it's quite alright dear, but I must ask how did you manage to get us free?" James asked.
"Dude she used the ouaji board to get us out" Tate said like James was dumb. "That's fascinating" James eyes light up "I don't know how we could ever thank you" James added. Tate's eyes on you like you’re his prey, swallowing a lump in your throat as his steps grew closer to you from behind. "I've got an idea" Tate's breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine. "Y-you don't need to thank me" your voice was above whisper unsure what they mean.
"Well boy enlighten us with your idea" James's velvety voice made you shiver more. You couldn't deny they were both very attractive despite their tendency to killing. "Well she's pretty isn't she? Don't you agree?" Tate smirked his hands running down the soft skin of your arms. "I do agree with you she is quite remarkable" James agreed beckoning his steps closer to you.
You didn't know if your body was filled with fear or anticipation maybe both. Closing your eyes feeling their breaths breeze across your features. James colds fingertips grazing gracefully along your bare arms bringing goosebumps to their wake. "I think we shall reward her for setting us free from our eternal resistances" James smirked his pencil moustache raising up.
"I was thinking the same" Tate chuckled with a devilish smirk, you didn't know what to feel scared? Or turned on? Maybe both. Feeling their cold hands on you but you didn't protest instead you let out a small sigh tugging on your shirt removing it from your body your head felt like it was spinning feeling their lips on your neck. You felt yourself being guided to your bed. Seeing Tate now above you with a mischievous smirk on his face.
You didn't know where James was until Tate pull away from you, seeing James now in his briefs flipping you over on your hands and knee. You whimpered in anticipation for what's to come feeling James's cold fingers hooking into your underwear peeling the fabric of your underwear off you and into the floor. Tate in front of you his impressive length in-front of you, holding yourself on one hand stroking him, earning a low groan erupted from his mouth. You felt cold fingertips teasing your folds collecting your arousal bringing it to your clit circling it in slow torturous motions.
A small gasp left your lips, your body automatically responding to James's touch "that's it dear" he says huskily, Tate still knelt infront of you his eager length desperate for attention. You took Tate's cock in your hand stroking him kitten licking the tip making him buck his hips into your touch more. You took Tate in your mouth swirling your tongue along the tip, gasping as you felt James enter your heat.
James thrusted into you slowly you moaned against Tate's length. A low groan rumbled from his throat his hips bucked further in your throat. James thrusts grew more faster and harder, tears forming in your eyes. "Fuck" Tate hissed his hips essentially fucking your throat.
"You feel wonderful darling" James hissed his grip on your hips tight, nails digging into your skin only adding to your pleasure. "Fuck" you moaned feeling Tate twitch in your mouth signalling you that he was close. You kept your movements along Tate's cock till he releases into the back of your throat, swallowing every drop. James kept his movements thrusting harshly into you you felt close to the edge "I'm so close" you moaned. Tate was watching you and James with a smirk, his skin flustered. James didn’t stop his movements hitting that spot guaranteed to make you see stars.
With a few more harsh deep thrusts, your body trembles, back arching releasing over James’s length trigging his own release deep inside you. His thrusts became sloppy till they came to a halt. Trying to catch your breath “that was something else” you chuckled. James and tate shared a wicked smile between them, “oh we’re don’t done, we’re only getting started” Tate’s voice make a shiver run down your spine waiting on what’s to come.
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calummss · 5 months
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Kai Anderson Headcanon: being his girlfriend ‘sent by god’ and slowly manipulating him
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you joined the cult shortly after you met kai at a coffee shop
he came to you hoping he could pitch his ideas to help him be elected
he was instantly attracted to you and didn’t feel the normal kind of resentment he had for women
you gave him your phone number and went on a few dates before kai opened up to you about starting a cult (very indirectly but you caught on)
you were fascinated by this and asked him to show you (stroked his ego real good)
you saw the meetings and kai even got you a custom clown costume you could wear to watch the killings
when you witnessed your first murder and told him it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, kai could’ve gotten down on one knee that second
proposing to you in a clown costume, covered in blood with a dead body next to you? you couldn’t have been more perfect to him
so when you officially join the ‘cult’ you realised that in order to further gain kai’s trust, you had to earn it. do something really fucked up as you saw him kill immediate members that had been with him for a long time
so you started to brief him on stuff he should do in order to get elected; lied about gary being a spy and pretend to drink a small dose of cyanide to prove your loyalty to him (it was baby power) not tasty but it worked
kai once again stared at you with heart eyes
winter could tell what you were doing but it didn’t matter anymore
you blindsided kai to the point you could make any claim and he’d believe you; you could tell him to kill x person and he would. bc you would’ve died for him
he thinks it was the greatest act of loyalty he’s ever been shown
slowly you start to lead the cult through your puppet, kai. he’s unaware of it like a cute dog
but some can sense it. but they don’t get far cause you have them killed
kai treats you like royaly and every every birthday he kills the amount of the people that age you turn. reminding you of when you first fell in love
and when kai shaved his head he looked sexier than ever. you give him head, fuck him in every corner of the house and provide evidence for a bug device. manipulation through sex—a womens best weapon
all in all kai worships you, not realising what’s happening bc his delusions comfort him by saying that you were sent by god himself
bonus: he loves fucking you with you on top. it reinforces the sent-by-god belief when he looks up at you. bouncing on his cock. he could literally just think about it and come
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wannabe mrs.walker <3
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violetsblade · 2 years
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𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 - 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐧
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his hand stretched up to hold yours as he left flowy kisses on your thighs. you're in nothing but your panties as he starts kissing softly on your beating clit
you struggle to breathe when he slowly starts to peel down your panties that were practically glued to your sticky pussy, wetness stringing on the fabric as he tosses it to the side. his brown doe eyes are soft, and caring as they look back up to you with reassurance and patience, swollen lips in a smile before all you see is his blonde locks as he licks up a sharp swipe in your slit, he moaned into your cunt, tongue ruthless as he rubs and flicks your clit with it, those doe eyes looking back up to you with pure bliss as he watches you moan and squeal
"Tate! fuck!" you cry out as your cunt gushes and whines against his face, your legs wrap around him as you start to almost hump his face, his fingers tease your twitching hole as it clenches and unclenches around nothing, practically begging for a cock to fill it up.
he inserts a finger before another slips in almost too easily, pretty moans escaping your lips constantly as he starts to fuck his way in your tight cunt.
"you were like this all day?" he asks in pure curiosity, noticing how you squeezed your thighs together all day, your confession earlier on how you've been horny all day leads his cock to start weeping with pre-cum that stains his boxers
"m-m hm" you let out in cries, you can't focus on his questions when his fingers are fucking up your cunny like this. he nods and dips down to start licking at your clit again, his movement are soft and planned out, kissing your pussy before making out with it, his head twisting side to side as he manages to tongue fuck your pussy while his fingers curl upwards towards the spot that has you screaming
"'m gonna cum" you tell him as he speeds up, that pretty little knot you have been building since he had his breath on your cunt snapped and cum spurted out onto his fingers and mouth, he lapped it with excitement and smiled back up to your with a wet, pussy drunk grin.
"that was fun" he smiled
"fuck yeah it was" you said in ragged breaths as he laid one more kiss on your clit before sitting up to lay one on your lips <3
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evanchantingpeters · 4 months
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Evan wearing his baseball cap backwards gives me a smack-my-ass-like-a-drum reaction 🥵 Anyone?
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jellyluvr · 9 months
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if your taking requests can you please do a smut with tate basically where he's fucking us in the skull makeup????? you can make the rest however I've just never seen anyone make a fic with him and the skull makeup
Eyeliner
- tate langdon x fem!reader ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
I love this sm!! Ty for the request!!! Also this is kind of gonna be tweaked to my liking, so sorry if it doesn't fit too perfectly. (It still has skull makeup) also I think pieces of Cain posted a fic similar to this one but I promise I'm not stealing! (I'm horrible at titles pls help)
Tw: both r nervousish??, handjob?, a little bit of dick sucking, tate being a whiny BITCH!! And some p n v
S: after finishing tates makeup, you start your own but tate can't help but feel aroused by your body. After asking for help, you help him.
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Tate leaned against the bathroom wall, letting you touch up his skull makeup. You used an eyeliner since it was all you had, but it worked quite well.
He stared down at you, his hands in his pockets as he stayed quiet, allowing you to finish. Of course he didn't know if you were, but every so often you'd take the brush away and stare for a second. He thought it was cute, the way your nose scrunched up as you contemplated if it was good or not. He even smiled a bit.
His dimples showed as he gave a toothy grin, snickering at you as you watched. "What?" You said, quite offended. He just giggled more shaking his head. "It's fine.. just finish." He encouraged, his little giggles eventually fading. He returned to his neutral self, you touching up his nose as you tried to work with the outline you had done earlier.
As you worked, tate looked in the mirror, the reflection showing your ass. He loved those short.. short.. shorts. The tiny little strap on them made him go crazy.. the drawstrings tightened to fit your figure.. fuck.
You two weren't dating. More of just friends with occasional flirting, but tate had a crush on you. A huge crush. As childish as it sounded, he really did take peeks at you. Even when you changed.. but this was the first time he got a good view.
"Done! You like it?" You smiled, stepping back as he watched your ass move slightly, a tent growing in his pants. He turned to the mirror, nodding with another smile. "I love it. Thank you.." he moved in, his large hands gripping at your waist as he pulled you in for a hug.
He really only did it so he could see your ass in the mirror again, but he really focused on how your chest pressed against him. Oh how he loved you didn't wear bras.
Your tiny little shirt made him froth from mouth. It made him go feral.. it made him want to do unspeakable things to you. And as you clung to him, he made a move. His hand creeped to your ass, cupping it as your eyes opened, widening before you looked up.
You felt his hand rub against your ass cheek lightly as he looked in the mirror, watching it. He didn't seem to notice you looking up at him, so you finally said something. "Tate?" He let out a hum, his hand moving up to your waist again. "Why were you touching me there?" You felt butterflies in your stomach as you pulled from the hug a little, his hands falling from your waist.
He looked into your eyes, "Sorry.. where did I touch you?" He said, acting clueless. You raised a brow, your arms going over your chest as you laughed a little. "What? You can't make that excuse." You responded as his eyes watched your mouth move. Jesus.. even your mouth was hot. "I like when you talk like that." His eyes went back up to your eyes with a smile.
"Tate, seriously.." you rolled your eyes, and in the matter of one second tate moved in, hugging you again. "Thanks for the makeup too." He rubbed his hand over your head, slightly messing your hair up. "Yeah.. okay.." you said, pulling back before looking in the mirror, resting your body on the counter as you picked up the eyeliner you used on tate. You began to try and copy the makeup, starting on your eyes.
Tate couldn't help but look at your ass, his eyes almost turning into hearts as he stared down. "Fuck.." he cussed under his breath, one hand going to his throbbing boner as he gave it the attention it craved. He did it subtly, but enough to make him choke down a few moans. You hadn't noticed, but as you looked over you caught on to something being wrong.
Tate was being weird. Usually he'd flirt as a joke, maybe brush your cheek but he had never touched you intimately like earlier. Neither had he been bold enough to rub himself. You looked over at him, watching as he looked to you. "It looks good.. don't worry." He gave a thumbs up, his right hand remaining on his crotch. You looked down at it, then back up at his face before nodding. "Yeah, okay.." you rolled your eyes, returning back to the makeup as you laughed under your breath, his eyes traveling every curve on your body. Every detail was engraved in his head for later. For when he'd touch himself for real.
"Y/n, Where'd you get those shorts?" He asked, moving up a little as his hand abandoned his now, very disappointed cock. "Uhh.. like old navy maybe? I dunno.. I'll check later." You responded, focusing on your makeup.
Tate moved to where he was aligned with your ass his hand going to the band as he pulled it up, looking at the tag uncaring.
You immediately reacted, turning your head back as you let out a gasp, moving tates hand away. You looked up at him, standing as he smiled mischievously. "I was just checking the tag.. calm down." He responded, raising his hands up in defense. He had seen your panties.. and oh boy.. he wasn't disappointed. Neither was his dick.
You turned back to the mirror, a little annoyed at him. But, you couldn't lie.. you had quite the crush yourself. Everything he was doing was weird.. but you did like his boldness. You didn't want to admit it, but it did turn you on. How cheeky and careless he was. He was so fun to hang out with.. and he was cute. It was a win win.
Tate looked down at your ass, looking at how tight the shorts were. Damn. You really did things to him. You made him melt.. and he did just the same for you.
Both of you liked each other, a classic romance scenario. But, tate was much bolder than you. You were the opposite of him when you guys were together. Tate had his past.. his dark doings haunting him. He had never been much of a talker, but you had brought him out of his shell.
You had changed him.
"Are you copying me?" He said, dramatically scowling as you laughed a little, looking at him through the mirror. "I did yours, it's my work." You continued as tate leaned on the counter with you, trying to appreciate for who you were without checking you out.
His eyes drifted to your tits a few times, but he managed to control himself. Sadly, his boner wasn't too happy with his good behavior. And soon, as he looked at you a few times, it became painful. Very.
The restraints of his pants were killing him, and his mind was invaded with thoughts of you... him touching you and you touching him. Tate needed to think of something gross, or get off.
He chose get off.
But, the problem was how? He wanted you to help him.. and he came up with the perfect solution as you messed with the eyeliner.
"You'd do anything to like.. help me, right?" He asked out of the blue, his face slightly shaded red. You turned to him, putting down the eyeliner with worry. "Yeah, what's up?" You leaned your head on your hand, looking at him as he shuffled uncomfortably. Actually asking for it made him really nervous.
"Well," he bit down on his tongue as he looked at you, your innocence killing him. "Just.." he sighed, his hand going in his hair as he tried to compose himself. "Don't think I'm weird, okay?" He looked at you with his chocolate brown eyes, seeming to be sincere. You nodded, smiling as you did so. You loved tate. He was your best friend.. your only friend. "Of course, tate." You confirmed, waiting for his supposed confession.
"I've got a boner." He said, his eyes moving from yours as his face turned red. You stared for a moment, almost laughing before realizing he was serious. "And you want me to help you?" You said, your body beginning to heat up. "Yes.. yes.. I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have asked." He said quickly, clearly a bit scared.
This was a little shocking from how bold he had been, but I guess he was just a weird guy overall.
"I can help... yeah." You responded, standing up as you felt a kick of confidence. Tate cleared his throat, looking down at his pants as you did the same. Before he could say anything more, your hand went to the zipper of his pants, undoing it. Tate felt a little surprised, but relieved that you were forward. He smiled to himself, watching as you pulled his dick through, finally letting his hard on free.
He let out a low groan as he watched, your eyes looking down at him before you put your hand around his shaft, looking up at him. He felt his face turn red as he let you suck on his tip, your fist moving up and down along him as you did so. "Fuck.." his head shot back as you did the bare minimum. You hadn't ever done this before, but this was definitely nice to watch. Your mouth went on him deeper, causing him to tug on your hair.
He looked so much hotter in that skull makeup..
You sucked a little harder, his face looking down at yours as he shoved himself farther in your throat, thrusting at a steady pace. "Oh god.." he groaned, pulling out before pulling you up off your knees and instead pushed against the counter. Before you could even react, his hands had tugged down your slutty shorts, revealing your ridiculously small panties. He pushed those to the side, sliding into you with the help of your slick as he filled up your pussy. His grip moved to your hips, you face pushed into the counter from the pleasure and pain mix... "tate.." you moaned, biting down on your lip as he thrusted up into you, hitting your cervix. You let out a yelp, the feeling too much.
"Tate!" This time, you were much louder, and he began to move in and out, looking at you pussy as it slowly got used to his size. "Sorry.." he said quietly, still moving. Apart of him felt bad for just doing that, but you couldn't deny the wonderful feeling that filled your body. "Mm.." you mumbled, Tates thrusts going faster. "You like that?" He pushed out, going faster as each thrust filled your throbbing pussy. You nodded with desperation, your hands clawing at nothing on the counter.
"F-fuck!" You squeaked out, your eyes squeezing shut as your skin plapped with his, his thrusts becoming too much to bare. "Tate! Tate!" You said between grinding teeth, your clit aching with your orgasm approaching. Tate was close too, and with a final moan, he came, pulling out as he watched you ooze with cum. You opened your eyes, looking up at him in the mirror as his face makeup seemed much more blurry.. maybe even ruined with sweat.
"Mmgh.." Tate breathlessly moaned guiding his tip and rubbing your clit with his cock. The overstimulation made him whine some, but it was enough to make you cum. Your eyes rolled back with pleasure, your squeaks and moans growing as you finally hit your climax.
"Thank you.." you said quietly, your legs feeling much more week then usual. "Thank you too.." Tate said in a low tone, feeling as he collapsed next to you, his cock softening after the orgasm.
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Fully aware this sucks sorry. Next scenario based on this ask will be linked once it's posted. 🫠
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Tricks and Treats
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Tate Langdon x Female Reader Smut
Warnings: Roleplay (kinda), p in v, Lots of Kissing, Blood, I think that's about it!
Word Count: 3097
A/n: This is kind of weird huh? Hi! I'm back for a bit. Sorry for the inactivity, life's a bit hectic right now but I wanted to get at least something out for Halloween. My writing's a bit rusty so be warned, this might turn out to be actual shit. Idk we'll find out I guess. Anyhow, I really hope you enjoy!
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The cool chill of Hallows' Eve creeps up your damp skin, towel loosely hanging around your body doing absolutely nothing to protect you from the icy breeze in your room. You didn't mind. If anything, it only amplified your excitement for tonight. You hummed as you sauntered over to the white dress and matching wings hanging on your dresser; an angel costume—sweet, simple and entirely last minute. Trick or treating was your favourite part of Halloween, and the chill of your room only served to be a preview for the cool autumn breeze swirling outside. 
Your lips twisted into a sickly sweet smile as you slipped the dress on, loving the way it felt on your body, and you couldn't help but wonder just how much your boyfriend would love it. Your usually shy and introverted boyfriend truly fell into his element each time Halloween rolled around. You knew he loved it when you dressed up—regardless of how revealing, put together or fancy the costume was—you knew this because he showed you just how much each and every time. Maybe it's the borderline roleplay aspect of it, you guess, as you slip on your footwear and move on to painting your face just like an angel would. Only, an angel probably wouldn't be looking to get fucked whilst doing so.
Speaking of said boyfriend, it had been a while since you heard from him, which was slightly concerning. The last time you talked to him was before you hopped into your shower and let him know that you would call him back after you were fully ready. You shrugged the concern away. Perhaps he was just waiting for you to call back. If not, then maybe he has a surprise for you—he did seem especially eager over the phone. And considering how much more outgoing he becomes during October, the latter is way more likely. The idea has your entire being buzzing with anticipation, so much so that you're barely able to apply your rosy lipstick without smudging it. 
After you've finally finished, you give yourself a once over in your vanity mirror, tussling and playing with your hair until it sits just right. Satisfied and slightly turned on, you reach for your phone. You flip your phone open ready to dial his number before you're interrupted by a call.
"An unknown number? Strange…" You mutter to yourself before tossing the phone aside and waiting for the way-too-loud ringtone to shut up. Once it does, you grab hold of the device again, trying to get back on track. However, you're interrupted again and then a third time. This time, you pick up because there's probably something wrong if this person keeps trying to contact you. 
"Hello?" you ask, trying to sound as cheerful and unbothered as you can.
No response.
You try again, this time dragging the 'o' out, "Hello? Anyone there?"
No response, though now, you can hear breathing on the other end. It's a heavy type of breathing, almost panting that sounds ghostly. 
"Alright, I have no idea which one of you assholes is trying to scare me? It's not funny. Go bother someone else." You end the call and immediately go back to your original task. And since no one can ever let you do anything peacefully, you're interrupted, again.
"Listen, asshole. I told you to-" 
You're cut off before you can start berating the person on the other end.
"Hello, Sunshine." It's an eerie voice, one you've never heard before. The best way you can describe it is that it's textured and has a hint of something so familiar, but you just can't place your finger on it. You completely forget why you were annoyed in the first place. There's something scary about the voice that has your vocal cords caving in on themselves. A timid 'hi' is all you can muster out. 
"Oh, don't go all shy on me now. Just a second ago, you were all fired up." Your throat dries at the sound of your name, and you go completely silent. 
There's a hum and humourless chuckle at the end of the line, although nothing about what just happened is humorous. 
The man continues, "Okay, since you don't seem to want to talk, how about we play a game- get you to open up? I'll ask, and you answer. Sound simple enough for you, Sunshine?" There's that sense of familiarity back in his tone, and you still can't quite place it. You don't give the guy a verbal answer. Too terrified to string a coherent response along, you dumbly nod instead. It's an idiotic move; it's not like the guy can see you-
"Good."
Wait. What? What?! Can he see you? If your heart was beating in your chest at an inhumane speed before, it has completely flat-lined by now.
The new spike of adrenaline and fear—ironically—gives you enough courage to ask the question now dangerously looming in the air.
"Can you see me?" You can't help the terror that slips out with your words as you whip your head towards the window in your room. Your curtains are completely drawn open. Fuck.
"I guess this game isn't simple enough for you, is it?" he teases but blesses you with an answer anyhow, "but yes, I can. I really enjoyed the show you gave me earlier. You can feel the colour drain from your face, and as much as you want to rush over and pull your curtains shut, you can't. You're rooted into place like a century-year-old tree, and all you can do is stare and try to search for a figure standing outside. 
"Tell me, has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you are?" You can practically feel his voice fall a notch deeper over the flimsy phone as you grip onto it for dear life. Regardless of how much you hate it, you can feel your face heat up as well. You hate how he can probably see how flustered you are now. 
"Yes."
"Who?" is his next question, and at this point, you wish you had asked him to give you an exact number of how many questions he was going to ask.
With a shaky voice, you reply, "My boyfriend."
"Boyfriend, huh?" Just like before, you can practically feel his sadistic grin over the phone. It's as if his face is pressed up against your ear instead of the damn phone, a hot smirk searing into your skin. You hate how the thought makes you feel, how it sends shivers up your spine and straight past your stomach. 
"Does he treat you well? Worship you like he should?" You're convinced that some ghost just raised the thermostat in your room because it feels like you're on fire. Maybe you are on fire; this is probably some screwed-up fever dream. You most likely pricked your finger while getting ready and went into a deep sleep like Sleeping Beauty or something of the sort because the way you feel right now can not be real. 
"Are you going to answer my question, or do I have to get in there and make you?" 
"Yes! Yes- he, uh he does…" embarrassed, your voice morphs into a mere whisper, "worship me like he should." For a brief moment, your eyes divert from the window and move down to your glittery shoes. Your fingers play with the silky material of your dress to try and fail at distracting you.
You're utterly ashamed and embarrassed—you can't believe that you admitted that to a complete stranger, one who's actively stalking you right now. There's a whole other layer of shame building on you like a second skin because you're way too aroused, given the situation. You can feel the way it seeps out of you and sticks to your panties. You loathe the way you involuntarily squeezed your thighs shut every time the stranger spoke. You have a boyfriend for crying out loud, one that you absolutely adore; you should not be feeling this way at all about someone else. Someone you don't even know! While mulling over your inner turmoil, you almost miss the sound of leaves shuffling and a pleased hum. Almost.
Your head snaps back up, eyes darting to the window, and there you see it, or rather, him. Your body is moving on its own, carrying you closer and closer to the mirror until you can see your own breath fog up the glass. There he is. Dressed in all black, thick boots, what appear to be black jeans, a black shirt and a jacket that you would secretly love to get a closer look at. However, none of that is scary in and of itself. No. It's that mask he's wearing—a stretched-out ghostly white face tilted to the side and staring right up at you. Despite the fact that the eyes are big black ovals, you can feel his gaze pierce into you, pinning you against the window and commanding you to stare right back. He's haunting.
The logical part of you is screaming to pull your curtains shut and dial the authorities before you wind up dead in your bedroom. The other more curious part of you wants to stay and observe the way the moonlight shines off the metal wrapped around his fingers and the blond strands poking out from under the mask.
Thankfully, you finally listen to the former. 
Dropping your phone in the process, it takes you two swift motions to get your curtains to completely cover your window. Granted, the task probably wasn't as difficult as it felt. You clutch the fabric shut for a minute or two before curiosity gets the better of you, and you're peeking out. To your disappointment, there's no one there anymore. Quickly, you scramble to pick your phone back up and press it against your ear once more. 
"You really should make a habit of checking if you locked your doors."
"Where are you?" your voice is panicked and rushed as you frantically start pacing around your room.
"New game." his voice is now dangerous and needy, no longer playful and teasing, "You hide. I seek."
"What happens if you find me?"
"I'll be sure to make you scream." And just like that, he hangs up. You panic. You have no idea what the actual fuck he meant by that.
There's no place to hide in your room except for your closet. So that's where you go. There's no point in going out of your room because he's probably already inside your house, trying to look for your roommate—who thankfully left beforehand—and murder her before he comes after you. Your closet feels extra stuffy and crammed up because the burning desire in your core is trying to rival the sheer fear coursing through your veins. It's frustrating, and you just want the world to stop for a moment so you can straighten out your feelings and then finally think of a proper solution. Unfortunately, the world does not seem to want to help you out. In fact, it ends up doing the opposite, and soon enough, you can hear your bedroom door squeak open.
It’s a torturous, slow movement of the door as you hear heavy boots tread in. Your heart springs back to life and thuds so hard against your chest that you fear that he might hear you. Even then, it’s hard to hold back a gasp when the footsteps tread closer and closer towards your closet. You feel like an animal. Prey being hunted and killed for sport, for fun. The anticipation is exhausting. Yet the adrenaline is addicting. 
Slowly, he creaks the closet door open and you’ve been found. Your heart skips a beat as you’re now face to face with the mask; it’s truly more terrifying up close. Your chest is heaving while your heart skips too many beats for it to be considered healthy. To any unknowing onlooker, it would look like you just had sex with the guy, and honestly, you can’t deny that it doesn’t feel like it, except for the fact that instincts keep telling you to run and escape before it’s too late. And then your senses kick into overdrive as you try to slip past him, but it’s no use because in a matter of seconds he manages to grab onto your dress and push you down on your bed. 
You immediately start to thrash and squirm against him, all while screaming until he clamps a hand down onto your lips.
“Caught you.” His voice is different. It's less textured, no less terrifying or dark, but most of all, it sounds more familiar. Every single retort and threat you were going to yell out dies on your tongue. You know this voice. Recognising the realisation in your eyes, he lets his hand drop down to your waist. A ghost of his name forms on your tongue, but you’re not able to address him until you tug his mask off.
“Tate.” His name sounds breathy and divine as it slips out. A shit-eating grin is plastered on his face as his free hand comes to rest on the side of your face. His thumb glides over your bottom lip.
“Surprise, Sunshine.” His voice manages to make you painfully aware of the sticky mess in between your thighs, even though you want to yell at him for scaring the shit out of you. 
“Did you like the surprise? Thought we should try something different this time.” Even with the provocative tone of his voice, you could sense the fear of rejection behind it. This was still the same Tate that unashamedly adored it when you praised him, regardless of his assertiveness during this particular situation. You hum and nod your head in approval. You want nothing more than to kiss him right now, to drown in the unforgiving sea that is Tate Langdon until he’s the only one who can pull you back out. 
Observant as ever, he smashes his lips down on yours and entrances you in a ruthless and needy display of emotion. You’re lost in the clash of his lips against yours as he steals your oxygen only to replace it with poisonous desire. You barely notice his fingers trailing up your dress if it weren’t for his hands feeling like lava against your skin, marks and tainting every spot he touches. Your own try to push away the jacket he has on so you can feel him better, and you whine until he eventually helps you shrug it off, his eagerness matching yours. The garment is on the floor within seconds with his belt and your heels following suit until his lips are back on yours. 
His hands finally make it to the lacy material of your underwear, pushing the garment away until he has full access to your dripping cunt. You would be embarrassed by the amount of slick that's running down your thighs and onto his slender fingers if it weren't for the way his lips strayed from your own and down to your neck. You couldn't help but preen at the way the usual soft kisses on your skin were replaced by a slow and harsh drag of teeth. He nips and sucks at the supple skin until it's swirling with red while his hot breath hits the crook of your neck. It's enough to make you go insane. 
Though, it's nothing compared to the fiery feeling of his fingers gliding against your folds. Tate's fingers expertly rub along your cunt, all the while dodging your sensitive bud—teasing you just enough to have you whimpering and squirming against the bed. His hips grind onto your thigh in tandem with his strokes and you lose it when a moan slips past his lips and vibrates against your throat.
"God- fuck- Tate. Please stop, stop teasing," you whine, hands tugging at his scratchy trousers in hopes of pulling him towards your needy core. Your whines are met with an amused chuckle.
"What? You want more?"
"Yes- please, I can't-" your pleas are cut off by a withdrawal of his fingers from your core as they instead pull your hands down to the button of his jeans. You can feel the slick coating his fingers while they slide against your own, but it's too late to be embarrassed about it. All you can think about is the fire in your lungs and the fact that his trousers are still on. It takes you a while to pop the button and unzip them—much to your frustration—but as soon as you do, they're off in an instant, chucked and pushed down to the hardwood floor. Meanwhile, he managed to push your dress up enough to get a firm grip on your waist. Throughout all of this, his kisses persist. Despite being softer, they move from the underside of your jaw all the way to the corner of your lips. You moan when he takes your bottom lip in between his teeth, piercing the supple skin and making you taste the metallic blood that follows. 
You're so lost in the taste that you barely register the stretch of him pushing himself inside you until he's harshly rocking into you. The feeling is divine—the press of his body against yours, the pleasure and pain from his thrusts and the way a groan will slip past his mouth and into yours—it's addictive and has you moaning and clawing at the crumpled sheets around you. You're reaching the edge of a familiar high faster than usual, and your hands grasp around, looking for something, anything to tether you to reality before you slip off.
Your hand thrashed against the sheets and finally caught onto something smooth and light. You looked down to see the ghostly white mask, and everything came crashing down. Your nails scraped against the plastic, and incoherent babbles fell from your lips as you drowned in euphoria. Just as you began to relish in the feeling, Tate’s thrusts stopped completely, and he pulled out only to sit down beside you.
“Wait, what? What‘re you doing?” your mind is hazy, and even stringing along this simple question felt like a chore. Mischievous brown eyes stare at you, and it isn’t until now that you realise just how much messy hair and swollen lips suit him. In one simple tug, he’s pulling you down the bed and onto your knees in front of him. 
“Oh, come on, sunshine. I gave you a treat. Don’t deserve one in return?”
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lees-bones · 1 year
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COLLEAGUES
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Luke Cooper x F!Reader
Summary: You and Luke always tried to convince yourselves that you hated each other, but once you both come to your senses.. things heat up..
Warnings: SMUT!!
a/n: the office is and has been one of my fav shows so I'm really happy to be able to write about it 🤭, i made luke really sweet to the reader bc I can
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"You think they did it?" Meredith took another bite of her sandwich, looking over at you and Luke by the shelves in the annex. Everyone sat in the break room, eating their lunch.
Angela scoffed at the question, rolling her eyes and picking at her salad. There were many hums across the room.
"Totally! Do you see the way he looks at her butt?"
"Kevin!" They all groan, looking away from the man. He threw his hands up, ready to defend himself.
"They totally have. I mean, have you seen the way they look at each other?" Phyllis ignores the man next to her, looking back at you two.
"The way who looks at who?" Michael walks in, putting his hands in his pockets. He had a smile on his face, ready to hear the drama.
"No one!" Pam quickly declines, shaking her head and looking back down at her food. She always knew that you had to stop Michael before he could start.
"If one of you doesn't tell me, I will start screaming." He threatens, giving a look to everyone.
"Y/N and Luke." Phyllis answers fast, not wanting to deal with her managers ridiculous antics. All of the employees sighed once they saw Michael's face light up. "Michael please don't.."
"I hired them! Matchmaker!" He points his thumbs to himself, smiling wide and looking at the camera.
"Michael, they're not together. It's just gossip." Pam tries to explain, looking at her husband to try and back her up.
"Yeah, it's just talk." Jim agrees, nodding his head.
Michael turns his head around, looking at the two together. They stood close together, the personal space rule being broken. You both were looking through files, occasionally talking or mumbling something none of the others could hear.
"Look at them, though! They're in kissing distance!" He pointed at them, many of the others hissing at him to put his finger away because of how obvious it was. He quickly shushed them, rolling his eyes.
"Michael, just please don't make this a big deal."
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"Hey, Y/N." You jumped slightly as you heard your bosses voice beside your ear. You looked to your right, Michael Scott's face staring back at you.
"Yes, Michael?" You sighed, leaning back in your chair. Your desk was out in the main area, but near the back. There had been an extra desk by Creed (despite the crazy amount of protest by you and the others) and Michael decided that it was fine for you since no one was there. Thankfully, Creed was always too busy by writing down his thoughts on Google Docs and eating mung beans to pay enough attention to you.
"So," He dragged out the vowel, moving up to lean against your desk. He looked at the camera, his lips puckered then back at you. You took a quick glance at the camera lens as well, confused about what this whole situation was about.
"You and Luke, huh?" He smirked, nudging his shoulder forward into the air. You furrowed your eyebrows, crossing your arms against your chest.
"What about me and Luke?" You ask, genuinely confused on what he was questioning. He sighed, sitting up slightly.
"You know.." He looked at the wall, trying to think of the right words. "You two are together." He said, more as a statement than a question.
"What?" You laughed. "No. No, definitely not." You shook your head, chuckles escaping your lips. You sat up, leaning forward on your elbows that rested on your arm chairs.
"Wha.. What?" He freezes, staring at you.
"Did you think that we were.. a thing?" Your face showed your honesty, your eyes wandering around the rest of the room. The others that worked in the room were watching your conversation, only some looking away when you made eye contact with them. "You guys thought that I would date him?" You get up from your chair, looking around.
"I mean.. we see the way you guys look at each other." Phyllis defends, playing with her pen. "That's how Bob and I looked at each other before we were together." She smiled, looking at Stanley who rolled his eyes.
"What? We hate each other. Don't you see how annoying he is? He can't even do his job!" Your arms were  accentuating your disbelief.
"Hey! That's my nephew!" Michael pointed at you, but stood back a little when he mumbled, "Yeah.. I guess you're right. But, hey!" His voice lowered again.
"She is right, Michael. Luke hasn't done anything we've asked of him." Dwight gets up and walks behind him. "Every time we ask him to send something to a client or the post office, he says he'll do it later and we end up finding it in the trunk of his car. Which is way too slow, by the way." He looks at the camera, his hands on his hips. "You want a fast car if you're going to try and catch an animal. The tactic is.."
"Dwight. Dwight!" Michael waves him off, watching you walk off into the kitchen. "Great job, Dwight!"
"You were the one that interrogated her!" He exclaims, throwing his hands up to his sides.
"Why don't we just leave it alone? Let them just work?" Jim suggests, leaning back in his chair and pointing at them with the pen that was in his hand.
Michael scoffed and Dwight made the same sound right after his boss did.
"Yeah, right, Jim. Let two assistants live their own lives and do their own work." He put his hands on his hips and made a face at the camera.
"Yes, do that." Jim mumbled to the camera, shaking his head and looking back at the paper on his desk.
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"Hey, Y/N/N." Luke walked into the kitchen through the annex door, smirking at you.
"Don't call me that." You reply sharply, pouring your water into the white mug on the counter.
It was true that you hated Luke Cooper.. at least that was what you told yourself. You weren't as new as him, having been here for around a year. You've gotten used to Michael's antics and the crazy stuff that goes down at the office, but you weren't expecting a new addition any time soon. Especially when you found out it was your bosses nephew.
You should've known that he was going to be trouble.
"Why not, Y/N/N?" He came up beside you, resting his frame against the counter that you were facing towards. His irritating smirk overtook your mind, aggravating you even more.
"What do you want, Luke? Don't you have a job to do?" You gave him a look and walked around him to put the pitcher away and back into the fridge. Before you could make your way back, you stood in front if Luke who took your mug in his hands.
"Nope. But thanks for the drink, babe!" He smiles at you and sends you a wink, taking a sip of your water and walking back into the annex.
You stood still for a moment, before letting out an annoyed groan and running your hands through your hair. You walked fast towards the door that lead outside, your pace showing your irritation.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Pam called out, but you were already out the door.
Dwight looked towards the camera, "Lovers quarrel."
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"Luke? Wha.. Why do people keep asking me about him?" You ask the camera crew, standing outside. The sun was shining right in tour eyes, your hand trying to cover the brightness. You sigh, looking around to make sure no one was around to talk to the camera.
"He gets on my last nerve. He was hired just because Michael wanted to see his nephew for the first time in 15 years. We didn't need another person." You shook your head. "I was doing all the work before, but now that there's two of us, both of us should be splitting it up; I shouldn't being doing the work for two people." You held up your fingers, thrusting them towards the camera lens, making sure they knew how mad you were.
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"Y/N? She's fine, I guess." Luke sat at his chair in the annex, leaning back and letting his hands link together lazily in front of him.
"She says that you purposely annoy her."
Luke laughs, throwing his head back. "Of course she says that. She also says she hates me, but we all know that's not true. She only says that because I don't do any work. And get the coffee orders wrong... And steal a lot of her stuff." He pauses for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.
"But, I mean, yeah, she's fine, I guess."
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You let out a heavy exhale as you sat at the little table in the kitchen, picking at your food. You had a book to your right, but it was long forgotten once you started to zone out.
"Hey, Y/N!" You look up once you hear Pams cheery voice. You smile at her, watching her pour some coffee for herself.
"Hey, Pam." You end up shutting the book completely as she walks over and sits near you. "What's up?" You pick up a grape with your fork and eat it.
"Uh, I wanted to apologize for everyone in the office. I know everyone's been acting weird around you and Luke, it's ridiculous." She starts to explain.
"It is! I don't understand what's going on? Why does everyone think we're together?" You ask on rapid fire, desperately trying to figure out what was happening around the office. Your eyes showed your confusion, Pam could see and sense it.
"You know how much this office loves drama," she sends a look your way, you nodding in agreement. "And I'm sorry you had to be the main subject of it. If it makes you feel any better, Jim and I totally believe you, so you have two of us on your side." She consoles, sending a soft smile your way. Your mood brightens a little, sending one back.
As soon as you opened your mouth to thank her, the door squeaked open again. "Oh, hey!" Michaels voice echoed off the walls of the small room. The both of you sighed, deciding to look away from the man and down at the table or at each other. "Girls talk! What're we talking about?" He quickly walks over and sits across from you with a wide smile on his face. The camera followed right after him (without the knowledge of you, it was recording the whole other conversation with Pam as well).
"Michael.." Pam started, but he cut her off.
"Come on, tell me!" He put his hands down on the table. "Oh, I know." He sends a smirk to the camera then at you. "This is about you and my nephew!" You sigh at his words, debating your next move. "Okay, listen, since you are dating a Scott relative, I need to give you the run down, young lady." He tries to sound series, but ends up laughing and glancing at the camera again. "You are definitely Luke's type. I mean, I can only imagine the sex-"
"Michael." Pam cuts him off, watching you walk away and out of the room.
"What? I didn't say anything?" He defends himself, now watching Pam walk out as well.
"Guess they aren't getting any."
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"Luke, can I talk to you?" Michael asks, putting his hands on his hips. Luke was standing by your desk, clearly bothering you. You had a certain look on your face, showing your indignation.
He looks over at his uncle, taking a quick glance at you before getting up and grudgingly walking towards him. Michael leaned out of the way and his open palm pointing towards his office. Luke gives him a glare, but walks in and lazily takes a seat in the chair across from the desk.
"So, my dear nephew," Michael sits down in his chair, fixing his tie so it didn't sit on his desk. He folds his arms on the dark wood. He stares at him for a while with a smile on his face, taking quick looks at the camera.
"What?" Luke snaps, his patience running thin. If he was being honest, he would rather be annoying you by your desk then be talking to his uncle.
"So.. I heard from the grapevine that you and little ol' Y/N were together." He says, tapping his fingers on the desk.
"What? We're not together. Who told you that?" He shook his head, sitting up slightly. He did hear about all the talk around the office, but he pretended he didn't. He wasn't really sure how to react to it. He never thought of you in a way more than a frenemy. He always knew you were beautiful as soon as he walked through the office door, but he never told you that. He didn't really think much of his feelings towards you, any time he saw you he knew that he had to bother you some way. Maybe it was just his instinct, but maybe it was because it was his only way of trying to talk to you.
"I, well, uh.." Michael smacked his lips, looking off into the distance, grimacing. He rested his hand on his lips, trying to think of something.
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"I am a master at improv. I've took it for years, I know what I'm doing." Michael sassed at the camera."
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"Well.. Luke! Wait!" He stood up from his chair as he watched his nephew walk out of the room. Ever the drama queen, Luke ran into the annex, going straight for the break room. He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. He say down at one of the empty chairs, putting his head in his hands.
Did he have feelings for you? The more he thought about it the more scared he got. He annoyed you because he never truly knew how to talk to you. He didn't have a problem giving people attitude, everyone knew that. But something about you made him nervous. There was no way you could like him back now.
"You okay?" His head shot up from his hands, looking at you. You stood there, leaning against the doorframe. Your question was genuine, something that surprised Luke.
"Uh, yeah. Just a little.. confused?" He tried to explain, but couldn't find the right words. He watched you walk over to him, pulling out the chair across from him and sitting down. The camera outside of the room zoomed in and out from both of you.
You let out a long sigh. "I know that we never really got off on the wrong foot. I guess I was just upset that Michael thought that I wasn't very good at my job since he had to hire another assistant to do the same job as me." You rung your hands together, a nervous habit Luke seemed to pick up on. "If I'm being honest.. I'm sorry that I treated you like that. I never meant to be rude to you, especially with the fact you're my bosses nephew." You both let out a light chuckle. You took another deep breath, "But I never really thought of you in another way than the man that was hired by his uncle." You admitted. "I never meant to cause you any harm, truly. But I never had such strong feelings for someone before." You confessed, looking at your hands, avoiding his stare. "I always tried to convince myself that I hated you, but it was never really true. At least not until now. I know you can be a pain in the ass since you never do your job," You both laugh again, making eyes contact. "But if I don't tell you now, then I probably never will." You go to leave, but you felt his hand on yours, stopping you.
Luke looked at your eyes, noticing all of the emotions in them. "I never considered it until now. I mean, I knew you were pretty, but the thought of us never crossed my mind before today. And I've realized how happy it makes me. And I know I'm an asshole and I'm mean, but I never meant to hurt you if I did. If I'm being honest with you, you mean more to me than any of these asshats in this office." You let out a chuckle, squeezing his hand.
"Can I do something stupid?"
"Depends what you mean."
Luke leaned across the table, cupping your cheek with his hand. He hesitated for a moment, before pressing his lips against yours. You didn't waste a second to kiss back, your hand reaching back to cup the back of his head and tug at his curls.
Once you break away for air, you're both smiling. It was almost as if you were knew what you wanted as you both got up from your seats and connecting your lips again. He took your hips in his hands leading you out of the room and pushing you into an empty closet. He slammed the door behind you, never taking his lips off of yours. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, your mouth immediately granting him access.
"You're so beautiful." Luke whispered against your lips, making you smile. He pressed his lips against yours again, fumbling for the hem of your shirt. You broke apart and lifted your arms up to help him take it off. He threw it on the floor, leaning down to kiss your neck. His hair tickled you, but his cold hands on your body made you shiver. His hand cupped your bra covered breast, kneading the skin. You quietly moaned, arching your back in his hand. He sucked on the skin, biting and licking at it to leave a deep mark.
"Luke," You breathe out, your hands trying to work on his belt and the buttons on his shirt. He undid his tie, his lips hovering over yours. You helped him throw his shirt on the floor, both of your lips only ever breaking apart to take in an inhale of air.
It wasn't exactly necessary to rid both of yourself of your clothing, but you both needed it. Neither of you could deny it.
You helped him out of his pants and vice versa. His fingers grazed over your panties, stimulating your clit through the damp fabric. He pulled them down, bringing his fingers back and groaning. "You're so fucking wet." His voice sounded deeper in your ear, making you shiver. Your hands braced yourself on his shoulders, occasionally digging your nails into his soft skin.
He pushed a finger inside you, your head leaning against the wall behind you and your mouth opening in pleasure. He added another finger, curling them and letting out a strangled breath every time you moaned.
When he pulled away, you sounded in protest, but quickly shut your mouth when you felt his tip against you, scared to be too loud.
Once he pushed inside, you both groaned, your nails carving crescent moons into his shoulders. His beautiful brown eyes pierced into yours, your left hand moving up to brush into the nape of his hair. He leaned down to kiss you, quickly adding his tongue. His groan was muffled by your lips when you tugged at his curls.
His hand reached down to grab your thigh and hooking it around his hip. It have him a better angle, thrusting harder inside you, pace becoming faster as you both felt knots form in your stomachs.
"God, Y/N. You feel so- fuck- good." He whimpered against your lips, both of your chests heaving together. You felt his hand move up your body, squeezing your boob. His thumb and forefinger twisted your nipple, your mouth opening in a silent plea. Your body erupts in chills when his cold hand moved down your body again to press against your clit.
"Fuck- Luke!" You moan, your mouth not being able to stop your sounds. He groaned again, your name rolling off his tongue. His nails scratched into the skin on your thigh, knowing it would leave marks. "I'm gonna cum." You almost want to scream it, your back arching, basking in the amount of pleasure you were feeling.
"Me too. Cum for me Y/N." His thumb pressed harder on your clit, rubbing rougher circles. You clenched, the knot inside you breaking. You came with a shout, your hand immediately reaching up to cup your mouth to silence it.
Luke came shortly after with another groan of your name, his face hiding in your neck. His nose rubbed against the newly formed hickey on your skin. You both breathed heavily, your chests touching while you tried to catch your breath.
"I really like you, Luke." You whisper, the hand that was still in his hair was twisting his curls with your fingers. "I don't want this to be a passing thing." You confess, looking at the closet wall.
You felt him move, looking up at him. He had a smile on his face, leaning down to kiss you. "I really like you too. I'd also really like it if you would let me take you out on a date." He mumbled, his thumbs rubbing your cheekbones. You both smiled wide, your kiss telling him you accepted.
Once you both were done, you put your clothes back on and you tried to fix your hair with the help of Luke's compliments. Luke didn't even try to hide anything, his already wrinkly shirt even worse than usual, as well as his unbrushed hair.
He opened the door, letting you walk out in front of him. He closed the door behind him, smacking your ass, then walking away with a smirk. He sent you a wink, opening the door to the kitchen, knowing you'd have to follow him out to your desk either way.
Your face felt hot as you followed his steps, watching him pour a drink in his mug. He leaned his back against the counter, one hand resting on the hard surface. He watched you from behind the mug, noticing the way you freeze when you look out the window of the door that leads out into the main office.
Everyone stood outside of the door, looking into the small room. Kevin and Meredith had a smirk on his face, Angela the opposite, others with suggestive expressions.
"Good luck out there, babe." He teased, slapping your ass again, which you quickly glared at him for. He sent another wink your way, before going back into the annex to sit at his desk.
You looked back at the door, taking a deep breath trying to compose yourself. You knew that you were about to be bombarded with questions and statements.
You took quick steps towards it, twisting the doorknob, attempting to move the door open, the others moving out of the way. You headed straight for your desk, taking a seat and picking up your pen and looking between your computer and the papers.
"I called it!"
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