#tate langdon imagine

[yes-divine-ruler]

(18+!!) ok wait so… It’s Halloween… you’re out with Tate… he can’t keep it together because your costume makes him horny.

Tate holds your hand tightly as you both venture down the sidewalk. His costume is eerily familiar. He wears a long, black trench coat and his face had been painted in likeness to a skeleton. His blonde, usually curly, hair is slicked back out of his face. His grip on your hand tightens as you pass by other people your age, some shamelessly taking in the appearance of your revealing costume. Much to Tate’s annoyance, you insisted that Halloween was the one time of year you had an excuse to dress like you were begging for it. The delicate lace that decorates your cleavage distracts Tate more than once. His cock strains against the zipper of his jeans just from lingering beside you. At times, he takes a moment to trail behind you to catch a glimpse of the mounded flesh of your ass cheeks from under your tiny skirt. You know what his game is, of course, and occasionally brush the back of your hand across the front of his jeans. Tate doesn’t take to it lightly, and after teasing him for the forth, and final, time, he has no choice but to trap you behind a big, oak tree in the park and bend you over. His fingers make quick work of your panties, tugging the thin, soaked piece of fabric down your long legs. Your ass jiggles around his hand as he sinks his fingers into your dripping cunt, curling them upwards to press against your sweet spot. “Thought you could tease me and get away with it? In that little, slutty costume?” He mumbles huskily against the shell of your ear, tickling his nose with the freshly-washed hair on the side of your head. You smelt like vanilla, and a hint of coconut. A sweet and sensual scent that had Tate moaning softly against you. Tate spits, directly onto your needy cunt, using his fingertips to spread the saliva over your pulsing clit. “Tate, please, I need you inside me,” you plead, reaching around to grasp onto his throbbing cock, sure to be staining his boxers with smears of pre-cum. Tate unveils his rock-hard length, stroking it with a mix of your arousal and his saliva. He teases you, circling your entrance with the leaking tip of his cock. Caving to his own eagerness, it’s not long before Tate is stretching you out with his girth. Your fingernails dig into the flaking bark of the tree, trying your hardest to find the leverage you need to soften each ravaging thrust. Soft whimpers turn into loud, destitute moans. Tate’s hand wraps around your mouth to stop the ruckus you’re making in an attempt to shield you from the eyes of passer-byers. “That’s it baby, take my fucking cock. You love how it fills you to the fucking brim, don’t you?” Tate’s grip on you only get tighter as he slams into your poor, little cunt, using it to alleviate his painful desire for you. Stars appear behind your closed eyelids when Tate’s free hand slithers down between your body and the trunk of the tree to stimulate your swollen clit. “Uh fuck- can feel you squeezing tight around me, let up sweetheart, you’re going to make me cum,” Tate seethes behind clenched teeth, the lewd, squelching sounds each thrust pulls from your dripping cunt pushing you both a step towards release. It’s not long before the intense pleasure of Tate’s tip nudging against your sweet spot sends you over the edge. Tate holds you up as your orgasm washes over you in big, tremulous waves. Tate growls into your hair, a few last thrust just enough for him to let go inside of your clenching walls. When he pulls out, he’s quick to pull up your panties, rubbing over the cloth to make sure his cum stays with you. “You’re gonna walk around the rest of the night with these soaking wet panties. And I don’t want to hear a single complaint. You little tease.” He tucks himself away, and taking a hold of your hand again, he begins to pace down the sidewalk like nothing happened. Even though, you can barely stand on your two feet from how weak your legs are now.

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Kinktober day 8 | Tate Langdon x Reader

Day 8: mommy kink

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: 18+, grinding, praising, slight degrading, overstimulation,

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‘’I like when you do that.’’ 

‘’Do what?’’ 

‘’Fix my hair when it gets in my face. Run your hand down my back when I’m laying down. Make sure I ate today,’’ he explained as you rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand as you held hands on the way home, sensing his anxiety after a long day. You had a knack for knowing exactly what he needed. ‘’Take care of me.’’ 

‘’I just love you. People take care of the ones they love,’’ you said simply. 

Tate looked down at the sidewalk, his old converses suddenly very interesting to look at. ‘’I’ve never had anyone taking care of me before,’’ he admitted, feeling a lump of sadness settling in his stomach. 

His words made your heart ache. It was rare Tate would bring up his home life, preferring to escape it than bother you with his problems, but you knew Constance never really took good care of Tate — or any of her children. She was a terrible and neglectful mother, blaming the end of her acting career on him when her failure came from herself. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but closed it when you couldn’t find the words. Instead, you squeezed his hand and walked the rest of the way to your house in silence. 

*

A few days later, you were watching a movie in your bed when your phone buzzed with a message from Tate. He hadn’t been able to come over today because Constance had invited her new boyfriend for dinner and wanted everyone to be there. 

From Tate: Can I come over? I’m already outside… 

Pushing your blanket off your body, you paused your movie and went downstairs, opening the door instead of texting him back. 

You found him sitting on your porch with his hands covering his face, looking like he had been there for a few minutes. His eyes were a bit red, matching his sore-bitten lips. It was a stark contrast to the green of his sweater.

‘’I had an argument with my mom and her new toy,’’ Tate explained once he was in the comfort of your bedroom. He rubbed at his face, attempting to erase the traces of his emotions. 

You nodded, sitting on the bed beside him. ‘’Do you want to talk about it?’’ 

He shook his head, not wishing to repeat what had been said. ‘’Can you just hold me? Please.’’

Without a word, you opened your arms, and Tate nestled into your embrace, giving him the love and comfort Constance failed to give her son. 

‘’Whatever has been said at that dinner, just know that your mother is wrong,’’ you spoke softly after a moment, your head resting on top of his as he held you tight. ‘’You’re loved and wanted and you didn't ruin her life, okay? Not you or Addie.’’ 

He sniffled and nodded against your chest. ‘’I love you too.’’ 

After a moment, his hold loosened, slowly calming down…and undoubtedly noticing the absence of a bra through your shirt. Lucky boy. You fought a smile, having not considered your attire when you went downstairs to get the door. 

‘’Do you feel comfortable like this?’’ you asked, breaking the silence.

Tate smiled smugly against your shirt, nodding. ‘’Very. They’re so soft and comfortable. I wish I could fall asleep like that at night.’’  

‘’Do you want me to take my shirt off?’’ you whispered, taking him by surprise. 

He nodded again, detaching himself from you so you could take off your shirt and fell back against your pillows in a more comfortable position. 

When you first suggested it, you didn’t think it would take a sexual turn, but Tate’s mouth began kissing at your breasts while his hands were massaging and kneading, fingers digging into soft flesh. God, he loved your tits. 

You would be lying if you said this wasn’t pleasurable. Tate was gentle and loving with his touches and kisses, savoring the moment. Your hand naturally found its way to his hair, running through his blond strands and encouraging him to keep going. 

Then, you began feeling something press against your thigh. 

‘’Not my fault. I can’t control what my dick does.’’

You bit back a laugh. ‘’Do you want me to take care of it?’’ Your hand wandered between your bodies to rub his hardening cock over his pants. 

Tate whimpered and pushed into your touch. ‘’Please.’’ 

He lifted his head from your chest, his eyes still red but no longer teary, and you motioned to take your spot and lay against your pillows.

‘’Mommy’s gonna take good care of you,’’ you promised, leaning down to give him a sweet kiss. ‘’I’m gonna make you feel so good, Tate. So good you’re gonna forget about tonight.’’

That’s exactly what he needed.

With your help, Tate discarded his pants and boxers, causing his cock to slap against his stomach. It must not have felt good straining against his stiff jeans. 

‘’Does that feel good, baby?’’ you asked, slowly running one finger over his sensitive length, teasing him.

He nodded, a shaky breath slipping from his lips. ‘’Y-yes.’’

You did it again, this time ending your stroke by brushing your thumb over the head. 

Tate whimpered, his hips jerking upwards and causing his sweater to ride up his stomach, flashing a trail of light blond hair. You leaned down to kiss it. 

‘’Such a good boy,’’ you praised, continuing to jerk him with your delicate hand. 

You could jerk him off until he spilled, but you decided to have some fun and try something else. Withdrawing your hand, Tate started sitting up. 

‘’Where are you going?’’ he asked, sounding alarmed. 

‘’I’m not going anywhere,’’ you reassured, caressing his thigh. ‘’Don’t worry.’’ 

Nodding, he settled back and watched you move, licking his lips as you removed your pajama bottoms and underwear. His deep brown eyes gave your body a look over, loving everything he was seeing. The natural fall of your breasts and the reddish-mauve mark his mouth left behind, the tiny mole right below your navel that no one but him had noticed, the scar on your calf from when you shaved and accidentally cut yourself. 

‘’You’re so pretty, Mommy. Can I have a kiss?’’ 

It was so nicely asked, you couldn’t deny him. 

You swung a leg over to straddle him, your hands rubbing his hips as his thick cock rested against his stomach, hard and leaking at the tip. The sight almost made the arousal between your legs drip. Your eyes met Tate's as you rose up on your knees, but instead of sinking down on his cock, you lowered yourself on the length and grinded your slick folds along it.

He moaned from the slightest bit of friction, feeling your pussy sliding languidly along his cock.

 A smirk drew across your lips, moving torturously slow. 

Tate whimpered your name, his voice laced with frustration and desire. 

‘’What is it, baby? Is this not what you wanted?’’ you asked coyly, the sound of your arousal mixing with his pre-cum filling the room. 

You saw his eyes dart down to where your genitals were touching, rubbing together. ‘’Mommy, plea-please,’’ he whined, his cock twitching and about to burst. 

You knew what he wanted, but you weren’t going to give it to him — yet. 

‘’Are you close, baby?’’ 

He closed his eyes and gripped the sheets as his stomach spasmed. ‘’I’m gonna cum, I wanna cum.’’ 

‘’Don’t hold back, baby, you can cum.’’

Ropes and ropes of white cum then spilled onto Tate's smooth stomach, his climax hitting, but you didn’t stop like he thought you would. No. You decided to push his limits and tease him until he couldn’t take it, watching his hips lifting off the bed as his orgasm came again and again, ropes of cum shooting out of his cock and adding to the mess. You were surprised he could still cum like that. 

‘’Can't cum anymore. So sensitive,’’ he said with tear-stained cheeks, whimpering through his orgasm and a little after it was done.

‘’You want me to stop?’’

‘’Please.’’ 

You caressed his cheek, wiping some of the tears. ‘’But I haven’t put it in yet...’’

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[fear-is-truth]

STOP THE WORLD (i wanna get off with you)

⋮ 𝐟ic tags. . . sub!tate x fem!reader. nsfw. dry humping.

⋮ word count. . . 1k. requested by: anonymous

Things with your best friend seemed to be heading in the right direction, you thought, but uncertainty still lingered. The fear of jeopardizing your friendship held you back. Heck, you weren’t even sure if Tate would want things to change. For all you knew, it might be delusional thinking on your part.

So here you were, seated side by side on your queen-sized bed, engaging in nothing more than each other's company. The mixtape you both had meticulously curated during one dull, rainy afternoon played in the background.

Tate inhaled a small breath, exhaling slowly through his nose. Despite the closeness, it wasn’t quite enough. Deciding to take a chance, he subtly shifted his knee closer to yours. Now, there was contact. You sucked in a surprised breath at his subtle yet bold move.

"Heart-Shaped Box" by Nirvana began to play, signaling the nearing end of the playlist, you felt the impending restart would mean losing all your confidence and chickening out completely. Before you could figure out a plan, Tate began caressing your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Your eyes instinctively darted downward to your entwined fingers, and your heart quickened its pace.

“Y/n,”

His voice was cracked with longing. Almost as if he was pleading you for something, or perhaps, for you.

You understood, or at least hoped you did. With that in mind, you lifted your other hand and gently stroked the side of his cheek. His skin was warm to the touch, a fact that never ceased to amaze you considering that he was a ghost.

Tate leaned in closer, his proximity making your lower belly flutter in anticipation. Your noses were now touching, almost on the verge of a kiss. Heart pounding, you met him halfway, mouths connecting— hot, wet, and eager. He opened his and you slid your tongue against his before sucking on it hungrily. He moaned, and you did too.

A thin, glistening thread of saliva lingered between your lips as you finally pulled apart.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he said quietly.

“How long?”

“Since the day you stepped into this house.”

Tate leaned back on the bed, propping himself up with his forearms, inviting you in. You immediately notice the prominent tent in his jeans, which made your cheeks heat up. Heart hammering, you decided to fuck all caution as you flung a leg over him, settling yourself in his lap. He immediately grabbed your face with both hands and pulled you into a kiss again, deeper this time. He sighed softly against your lips, relishing in the way your fingers carded through his curls and your nails scratching gently at his scalp.

Acting out of pure instinct, Tate began bucking his hips upwards, the sudden friction causing the both of you to moan harmoniously. He stiffened underneath you, stopping abruptly. You stared at him, confused and desperate for more. His quickly gaze rose to meet yours, embarrassment and guilt flickering in his eyes. Face flushed, lips slightly parted, unsure if he should continue.

“Do that again,” you told him breathlessly.

Tate immediately complied, resuming the rocking motion and picking up pace.

“Feels so good…” he mumbled in a strained whisper. You hummed in agreement as you grinded your pelvis into him, back and forth as you felt his clothed cock twitch once under your aching heat. You paused your movements, taking a moment to admire him. His eyes fluttered open, a disgruntled whine leaving his lips as he stared up at you. A pink flush adorned his cheeks, a delicate, rose-tinted hue. Brown eyes shimmering with unshed tears, their sheen accented by just a hint of red along the rims. God, he looks so pretty like this, you thought, almost feeling a tinge of jealousy.

“P-please don’t stop,”

Tate stuttered pitifully. He was so hard that he was practically splitting his jeans as you resumed your grinding back and forth on his erection. He panted your name into the crook of your neck, breath hot and ragged against your bare skin.

You dragged your nails down his neck and grasped at his shoulders. Dipping your head downward, you nipped gently at the skin on his collarbone. He gasped; a soft exhale of air. You smirked against his neck and did it again, enjoying the little whimpers that you pulled from his lips.

“Fuck, you feel so good-”

You responded by pressing your breasts against his sternum and was rewarded with another breathy moan. In return, Tate bucked his hips upward and found a spot that made you cry out. The fabric of your underwear rubbed against your clit, and you could feel your panties dampening with arousal, seeping through the pair of tights you were wearing.

His mind was a euphoric haze; a sensory overload as he felt a multitude of sensations all at once: your tongue and teeth grazing his skin, your tits bouncing up and down his chest, the delicious heat radiating from your pussy as the two of you moved in sync. He was perilously close; the stickiness in his boxers was a clear indication that at any second he was going cream his pants.

“Nnghh- Oh shit. shitshitshit I think I’m gonna-” Tate groaned, humping against you without abandon. Smiling softly, you swiped away the tears from his face with your thumb.

“It’s okay, Tate. Let go.”

That was all the further encouragement Tate needed. Fumbling clumsily with the zipper, he yanked open his fly and jerked down his boxers to allow his throbbing cock to spring free.

He came with a hoarse shout, spurting out milky white rivulets of release. You watched in awe, at the sticky mess splattered across his abdomen. You had made that happen. It felt kind of surreal.

“Wow.. that was.. intense.” You marveled. Tate smiled up at you, chest heaving and starry-eyed. He pulled you close and kissed the side of your cheek.

“Yeah,”

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[grumpusha]

Tease (Tate Langdon x fem!reader)

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, masturbation, dry humping, needy!Tate

Word count: 1360

You were sitting in your room in the middle of the night. The only source of light was your laptop and table lamp. You had a few hours before sunrise to finish your essay for college which you were putting off for too long. Deadline was in a couple of days, so you had to put yourself together and finish this task despite your sleeping brain.

"Hey."

You get used to Tate’s almost silent appearances, so you greet him without raising your head.

"Hi."

Tate examined your hunched silhouette with a worried look.

"Why are you up so late?"

You sighed irritably. The writing block and tiredness made you grumpy.

"I just need to finish my homework," you rubbed your temples. "Can you not interrupt me, please? I really need to focus."

You finally looked at your boyfriend pleadingly. Tate was leaning against the doorway, hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"Okay."

He went to your room and jumped on bed. He was in a good mood, you could tell it by the way he lay with his hands under his head and deliberately innocent smile he gave you.

Unfortunately, you had to get your work done and maybe, if you’re lucky, get some sleep before classes. So you continued your brainstorm leaving Tate minding his own business.

Tate loved to watch you when you were so concentrated. Your intense gaze on the screen of your laptop, how you frowned and bit your lip, your fingers tapping so fast on the keyboard with a loud click-click-click or making marks in your books. All of this was entertaining for him. He knew you were a smart girl, his smart girl, but seeing you like this was a sight for his sore eyes. The picture of you working was intimate and peaceful, but also, he couldn’t admit it even to himself, hot.

He shifted in your bed trying to hide his growing bulge. He laid on his stomach and looked at you once more, but you were deep in your complicated academic thoughts. He needed to attract your attention.

"I think you need a break," he said quietly, hoping you get a hint. He knew he was acting selfish, but he just couldn’t wait when you’ll be free.

"I really don’t," you said.

"You’re frowning when you’re focused, you know? That’s cute."

You met his eyes. They were darker than usual and you didn’t know why exactly — because of the darkness in the room or there was a different reason.

"Thanks," you lift your chin up a little.

He smiled and shifted in your bed hugging your pillow.

It required all your inner strength to look away, to get back to work. Tate, stretched out like a cat with a tempting smile, was enough to drop everything and join him.

"C’mon hon, lay down with me," he murmured.

"You know I can’t," you shook your head.

He hummed, disappointed.

"Right. You can’t. You’re responsible student, you can’t break any rule. You can’t miss a single assignment," he paused. "Such a good girl."

You knew he was teasing you, but his voice and the pet name was so seducing. Whatever he was up to, it was working.

"Why can’t you be a good boy for me and let me finish my work?"

He fell silent.

You thought you found the right button, but you were far from it.

His breath hitched. You could see an emerging blush on his pale face. Muffled moan surprised you, the view before you made you weak in your knees.

Fully dressed Tate was slowly grinding on the decor pillow. He was laying on his side facing you, pressing a pillow to his bulge. He noticed you were watching and one more moan escaped through his bitten lip. He grabbed pillow rougher, veins in his arms became more visible.

Tate liked to tease you but not so cheeky. He usually pressed you against the walls kissing you like a maniac when your parents were at home or tortured you with long make out sessions until you (and him) were an absolute mess.

This time was different.

"I bet you’re turned on too," he exhaled. "Are you wet for me?"

You were, of course. But you didn’t want to let him win in a game he started. "I need more than that."

It became harder to keep an eye contact when he guided his hand to his jeans. The sound of unzipped fly and sigh of relief broke the tense silence. You craved to lower your eyes, but the pillow was hiding what you needed to see the most.

Tate palmed himself through the boxers and whined when your gaze finally slipped to his hidden crouch. He threw the pillow away.

The sight of the wet spot of the precum at his boxers made you gulp. You crossed your legs tightly fighting the urge to come closer and help him. He looked so beautiful with need in his eyes, parted lips and chest going up and down with heavy breathing.

He lay on his stomach again and started to grind on your bed almost shyly.

"Do you like that?" You asked enjoying and hating Tate’s little show at the same time.

He whimpered.

"Do you like to watch?" He mocked and railed his hips once more with a sinful smile.

He was so annoying. So shameless and disturbing. He came to your room, intruded in your work space acting like a tease. Taut muscles all over his body were moving with every thrust of his hips. It drove you crazy.

Tate thought he was losing his mind. He felt so good and you didn’t have to do anything. Just watch. As long as you were watching he would be fine.

You leaned on the table and said quietly but loud enough for him to hear your words: "You’re such a whore."

He hid his moans on the crook of his arm and looked at you with hungry eyes.

"Only with you," he grinned.

There were beads of sweat on his forehead. You wanted to run your fingers through his hair, to look in his mesmerized and full of lust eyes. You wanted him to grind on you. Or it would be perfect if you could ride him, bite his neck and leave hickeys which he never hid.

He still tried to cover his moans as if you weren’t there.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You stood up and came to him slowly, while he was watching you with peripheral vision. You sat on the bed and took your time to admire your boy. He looked like art. He was a piece of art — captivating, broken and scary sometimes.

You ran your hand through his hair down to his sharp shoulders and spine. Slowly, you made your way to his ass. Tate lay his head on your hip. He was trembling.

You could tell he was close. His motions became rougher and faster. Vocal moans were so good you wanted to cry, but you kept a nonchalant mask.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Oh, fuck… yeah. I… yes, I wanna… please."

He was no longer bratty. Just a cute needy boy with watering eyes. So worked up he couldn’t make a coherent sentence.

You put your palm on his cheek stroking it with your thumb.

"Cum for me baby."

He nodded and thrusted his hips faster. He grabbed your hand and reached his climax with loud moans and gasps.

You lay next to him waiting when he came back from his high. He didn’t release your hand and you kissed his knuckles and fingers.

Tate caught his breath and kissed you passionately grabbing your face in both hands. When he was out of breath again he leaned his forehead to yours and said: "Well, guess I need a shower. And laundry."

You laughed, kissing his cheek. "Okay."

"I’ll be back in a moment," he got up. "Please, don’t get back to your homework. You look really tired. You need rest"

"Fine," you reply, making yourself more comfortable in bed and smiling, proud that you made Tate cum in his pants.

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[violetsblade]

𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 - 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐧

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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[ang3lik]

Can you do ultraviolence Tate Langdon please 🖤

𝐬𝐟𝐰 + 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

pairing: tate langdon × implied!fem!reader. nsfw hc's under the cut.

SFW

• he’s so nosy and is always fiddling around with your stuff, so if you don’t want it accidentally broken or lost you better hide it good.

• his handwriting is terrible like it’s so scrawny and you can barely read it, so it’d be nice if you taught him to write neater!

• his sweaters are stuffed in your drawers at all times, they’re not just for him, he leaves them there so you can wear them too. he usually leaves one at the end of your bed or hanging over a chair in your room if he wants you to wear it.

• he’s so annoying sometimes and while bother you at all times, if you’re laying down together he’s blowing your hair in your face to annoy you and laughing to himself, if you’re doing homework he’s throwing those paper spit ball things at you because he’s gross.

• he’s actually a really good artist despite his awful handwriting, he draws portraits or objects around your room sometimes.

NSFW

• he will masturbate at any time he’s horny, like seriously if he’s horny say next to you whilst you’re doing homework he will not hesitate to just start jerking off.

• he’s a perv and will watch you in the shower or getting changed.

• if you’re really stressed from school or throughout the week, he’s very happy to eat you out and relieve your stress.

• canon mommy kink. there’s not point trying to argue when this boy gets subby he definitely calls you mommy. he gets very subby if he’s feeling down or tired, he just wants you to take care of him. (he also definitely calls you mama or mamas as a regular pet name.)

• he loves feeling you scratch up his back, he loves the sting and burn and blood streaks when your nails break his skin. if you have a polaroid camera he asks you to take a picture of his back afterwards he just finds it so hot.

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[babygorewhore]

Soft! Dom Tate.

Just a smutty little Drabble with this subby baby. But he does honestly give me slight switch vibes so I do feel like sometimes he would take control to please you. WARNINGS! Male masterbation and slight female masterbation. Humping! Fingering.

Tate watched in the darkness as you came in from the shower. You were wearing a lose fitting robe that hugged all your curves in the right place. He stared as you sat on your bed, applying lotion before you sat at your vanity. You applied serums and creams but you overheard a breath. Pausing, you searched for your ghostly boyfriend who you hadn’t seen all day.

His palm went down to his pants, as he saw your cleavage came as you moved. He watched your tits move as you shifted on your chair. He moaned quietly and his fingers slid down in his pants. Your legs were bare and he thought about them wrapped around his waist. Your flesh underneath his hands instead of his own palm. You were so pretty. Such a pretty little thing to him. Perfect.

He kept tugging at himself, sweat pouring over his forehead as he grew closer. His hand moved faster as he imagined what it would feel like to taste you, make you cum over and over again.

You heard him and you hid a smirk. You knew he was a virgin. So were you. But you wanted him to take you to bed. So you spread your legs, your hands grazing your folds.

Tate couldn’t handle it anymore. He made himself visible and marched towards you. He leaned down, capturing your lips into a fierce kiss. His tongue grazed your lower lip, encouraging you to open your mouth. You did, and he swept his tongue along your teeth before his hands wrapped around your neck, gently squeezing. Your hands buried themselves in his hair as he lifted you up off the chair before pressing you on your soft bed.

He shuffled out of his shirt, before he moved aside your robe, exposing your breasts. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, his lips wrapping around your nipple, sucking gently as his other hand felt your other mound. You whimpered as he continued tracing his lips around your breast, leaving marks behind.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Tate told you as he lowered himself down. He kissed along your stomach but you dragged him back to your mouth.

He rolled his clothed dick along your pussy as he groaned into your mouth. His fingers slipped down, rubbing over your clit. He stirred a groan out of you as he dipped his middle and pointer finger inside, pumping gently as his thumb circled your clit. “Beg for it…beg for me to make you feel good.”

“Please, Tate. Make me cum?” You asked him and he nodded, finding your pulse point on your neck. His tongue tasting your warm flesh as he increased his speed, finger fucking your pussy.

His movements grew faster against you, his jeans feeling tight around his hard cock. He wouldn’t last that much longer and neither would you. You panted as you drew close to your orgasm.

His fingers reached deeper inside and you cried out, burying your head against his shoulder as he kissed your neck. He rolled his hips, stopping as he came, he whimpered “Fuck,” He said against you.

You both stilled and you looked down at the wet patch on his dick.

“Did you cum?” You asked him, laying your head down.

“Yeah,” He said, shyly before he crawled in front of you.

“You did so good, baby.” You said to him as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He grabbed hold of your hand as he curled on his side.

You both settled in silence as you held each other.

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[spookievan]

high school sweetheart <3

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[valsgarden]

head empty, no thoughts except ones about making out w/ tate langdon.

tate likes kissing. if there’s one thing that’s obvious, it’s that. he likes when either of you is pushed up against the wall or laid ontop of the other or - his favorite - when you’re straddling his lap.

he liked your lips on his, tasting of whatever flavored chapstick you kept on your nightstand, leaving him completely breathless against you. you ate every pant, every moan, and every whine that ever came out of his mouth.

don’t even get me started on the noises he’d make when you’d pull at his curls or bite down and tug at his bottom lip. tate would be like putty in your hands.

anyway i wanna watch him fall apart beneath me, thank you for coming to my ted talk

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[yes-divine-ruler]

tate langdon

one-shots

smut

Caught  

Ghosts Aren’t Real x kai anderson

Hide and Seek

Sorry Mommy x sub!tate

Every Inch

Whatcha Reading?

Please Touch Me x sub!tate

drabbles/blurbs

riding tate’s face

‎‏‏‎‎kit walker

one-shots

smut

Daddy Doesn’t Know —— Part 1, Part 2

40 Lashes

She Dominates x sub!kit

You Win This Time

Your First Time”

kyle spencer

one-shots

smut

Give it to me, Baby x pre death!kyle

Daddy Needs a Study Break x pre death!kyle

You’re Forgiven x franken!kyle

fluff

Spring Sun x franken!kyle

drabbles

frankenkyle nsfw prompts (1)‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎

jimmy darling

one-shots

angst

I’m Gonna Marry Her Anyway

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

KINKTOBER DAY 5 | Tate Langdon x Reader

Kinktober day 5: semi-public sex

Warnings: 18+, fingering, semi-public sex,

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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‘’It’s the third time we go. I get that you love Halloween, but aren’t you tired of people jumping before you and screaming to scare you?’’ 

‘’I’ll go by myself if you don’t want to come.’’

Dani eyed your outfit, then hummed disapprovingly. ‘’Dressed like that? Terrible idea.’’ 

‘’There’s a lot of people and it’s dark. It’s the perfect place for creepy men to prey on women who are alone. Especially if they are wearing a skirt,’’ Penelope added, being on Dani’s side.

‘’I can defend myself,’’ you said, not worried at all. 

‘’We’re all going.’’ 

While you loved Halloween, you didn’t tell your friend the real reason you wanted to go to Horror Nights again. They would tease you to no ends if they knew it was to see the cute boy you had spotted on opening weekend. He was one of the scare actors in the haunted maze attraction. He had crawled over to you to scare you, but your eyes found his and time stopped for a few seconds. His face was caked with a skull makeup, but you couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

The line for tickets was long, as always. It’s Saturday night, what were you expecting? After what felt like an eternity, you finally made it inside. The first attraction didn't really send shivers down your spine, but Penelope got scared by a clown and almost fell on her ass, making the three of you laugh so much your stomachs hurt. 

When you — finally — got to the haunted maze, you searched for him in every corner. But he was nowhere in sight. You saw a boy in a skull makeup, but it wasn’t him. His hair was bright green, not blond. 

The last attraction was the penitentiary, which turned out to be terrifying. The people in the cells were chained and acting insanely, some were getting lobotomies or just screaming and running. The lights were flickering, adding to the spooky ambiance. 

You were almost out of the attraction when a group of energetic kids bumped into you and your friends, separating you from them. ‘’Dani! Penelope!’’ you called out, but your voice got lost in the chaos. ‘’Dani—’’ 

Your words got cut off by a gasp when a tall figure in a black rubber suit appeared before you. Panic set in, and before you could scream, his hand clamped over your mouth, and he pushed you back against a wall. Actors were not supposed to touch the visitors. You struggled, trying to break free, but he was much stronger than you. 

An amused chuckle came from underneath the mask, then the person revealed themself. 

Through the flickering lights, you caught his eyes, the ones you had been looking for all night.

The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. ‘’I scared you.’’ 

You shoved his shoulder, trying to appear mad. ‘’Can you blame me? I’m a woman. Placed like this are a perfect setting for a murder or worse, rape.’’ 

Immediately, the blond felt bad. ‘’I didn’t think about that… Shit. I’m sorry,’’ he apologized, his deep brown eyes softly looking at you. ‘’When I saw you in the penitentiary, I just knew I needed to take my chance and talk to you. ’’

A smile fought on your lips. ‘’Is this how you flirt with girls? By scaring the living hell out of them?’’ 

He shook his head. ‘’I’m not much of a flirt,’’ he explained, rubbing the back of his neck.

Another group of running kids came by, screaming and fleeing something they had just seen, making you think that you should get back to your friends. They must be searching for you and flooding your phone with worried texts. 

But you didn’t want to. 

 ‘’I-I’m Tate, by the way.’’ 

You gave him your name, then pulled him down for a kiss as the lights went out. Tate kissed you back, his hands pulling your body close to his as he gently pulled your lower lip with his teeth. It sent a shiver down your spine, and you found yourself running your fingers through his hair, letting out a soft, involuntary moan into the kiss. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, ignoring the drilling sound of the lobotomy tool and screamings nearby.  

When you paid for your entry ticket a few hours ago, you didn’t think you would end the night with the stranger in the skull makeup’s tongue in your mouth. But here you were, making out together in the middle of an attraction. 

‘’Come with me.’’ Tate took your hand and led you away from the main way of the penitentiary. 

You didn’t know where you were going, but you held on tight to his hand as he led you into the darkness. He’s been working here since opening night, he must know his way through the attraction.

Tate pulled one of the black curtains that opened the backstage area of the penitentiary where extra props, electricity chords and other stuff were hidden. 

‘’Is this where you’re planning to kill me and hide my body?’’ you joked, trusting him enough to make this kind of joke. 

He shook his head and pinned you against the wall, his latex covered chest pressing against you and moved his mouth to your ear. ‘’No,’’ he whispered, sending shivers down your spine. ‘’This is where I plan to make you cum.’’

No man had ever left you speechless until tonight, but you were too stunned to speak. You never expected such explicit words to come from his mouth. Not with sweet innocent eyes like his. 

Tate’s hand followed the path down the curves of your body, slow and teasing as arousal started to pool between your legs. He stopped at the hem of your skirt, pleased at your clothing choice for the night. It'll be less of a fuss to access where he wanted.

‘’Tate,’’ you gasped at the first graze of his fingers. 

He must be able to feel your wetness through the lace. He pressed the wet heat of your cunt into his hand, tearing a moan from you.

You would be embarrassed to be so wet already, but all that was on your mind was Tate's fingers rubbing against your folds through the thin fabric. His mouth had descended down your neck and jawline, gently kissing as he listened to the soft pleased sounds escaping your lips.

Screams and laughter came from the other side of the thin wall, drowning the sounds of your activities. If Tate’s boss knew what you were doing, he would get fired on the spot. 

Tate pushed your panties to the side, and then slid between your folds. ‘’I’ve been thinking about you — about doing this to you — since I saw you in the maze.’’ 

Your head fell back against the wall, images of that night, of him crawling across the maze to scare you flashed in your head as he teased your most sensitive flesh. It felt like a fucking dream, except you weren’t sleeping.

‘’Thought you looked pretty that night, but I bet you’re looking even prettier right now,’’ Tate said, wishing he could see you in better lighting. 

He lightly brushed your clit, then briefly dipped into your entrance before pulling away. 

‘’Please,’’ you begged, pushing your hips where you knew his hand was, and finally two of his thick fingers thrusted into your folds. 

Your inner muscles clenched around him, making Tate wish he wasn’t wearing that stupid latex suit so he could feel you clench around his cock. Instead, he’ll have to settle for this — getting you off. 

‘’When we get out of here, don’t think we’re done,’’ he said, moving his fingers in and out of you while his other hand came around your neck, forcing you to look into his eyes. ‘’The night is just getting started.’’ 

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[fear-is-truth]

The Evans

their reactions when meeting their partner's friend who flirts with them.

warnings: violence. mentions of sex. cursing. good ol’ murder. the usual

requested by : anon

“the evans meeting one of the readers friends and that friend tries to flirt with them? like the reader is like "hey this is my friend" and the friend immediately starts flirting with them, even tho they know they're in a relationship. like how would they react?”

.

Tate Langdon

flat out ignores their advances.

he won’t even hesitate to call out your friend’s behavior.

“I think your friend here wants me to fuck her. so obvious that it’s kinda sad, really.” in a deadpan tone.

proceeds to roast the hell out of them.

“You remind me of my mother.. ugly, unwanted and a total whore,”

bro is a savage. your friendship pretty much ruined at that point. (mission accomplished)

pre cult! Kai Anderson

boy would be a mess and kinda freak out like he’d have no idea what he did to get this attention.

avoids eye contact.

follows you around like a puppy cuz he does not want to be left alone with your annoying friend and make things super awkward.

blue hair!pre-cult Kai would simply lose his temper and slap them. dude has zero chill.

cult leader! Kai Anderson

okay first of all what kind of dumb bitch would even have the audacity to flirt with this guy?

as if his ego couldn’t get even more inflated-

he’d wouldn’t flirt back, but he’ll allow it to happen just to see your reaction.

smug as hell.

if you kill the slut, he’d get so horny and fuck you then and there.

“shit.. you killed her?”

“…”

“attagirl.”

James Patrick March

I imagine two possible scenarios:

a.) he’d call your friend a “filthy harlot with no shame or self respect” right to their face then kill them.

b.) he’d put on a very polite facade and then kill them.

either way, they end up dead.

he’ll make sure that you watch (or participate) the torture and process of the murder.

because you are his goddess and he’s your no.1 simp.

makes sure that they die outside the hotel, too.

“perhaps you should be more careful about what sort of crowd you associate yourself with, dear,”

frat boy!Kyle Spencer

point blank refuses to flirt back.

finds ways to include you into the conversation, like what you guys are planning to do after college, that cool ice cream shop you two tried out on a date etc.

the type of guy who says “no, I have a girlfriend,” instead of “sorry, I have a girlfriend,” that’s a huge difference y’all, jot that down!

franken! Kyle

don’t even worry about it. sweet boy only has eyes for you.

worry about your friend. you know what happened to madison lol

Kit Walker

laughs along politely but refuses any physical contact.

lowkey annoyed as hell.

stays close to you at all times, casually holding your hand or flirting with you in hopes that your friend would get the hint.

the second your friend leaves, he’d roll his eyes, smile at you and breath a sigh of relief.

Jimmy Darling

he’d smile and wink, not in a flirty way but like in a friendly good-natured way.

kinda backfired because who can resist the jimmy darling wink™?! your dumb friend actually thought they had a chance.

he’d feel super guilty about accidentally leading them on and even more guilty at upsetting you.

gets super handsy and affectionate. lowkey panicky that you’d get mad.

becomes frustrated if your friend keeps on with the flirting. won’t try to hide his annoyance.

might raise his voice slightly.

Austin Sommers

bro casually flirts with everyone.

all genders, for that matter.

it’s all part of his sparkling personality.

but no worries. he’s just playing with his supper. gotta fix the ‘hungies’

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[nails4breakfast-tacks4snacks]

"Spend the day with me...

We can play Scrabble if you want?

I'll even let you win."

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[writersblockedx]

Just Being Neighbourly

Pairing - Pre-death!Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader Summary - The two have been neighbours for some years now, yet Tate can't help but make his move. Warnings - None, I don't think, just a lot of fluff! Words - 1.6K

A/n - It’s October which means I’ve been re-watching AHS and couldn’t help but write a tate fic after finishing murder house!

Masterlist 

It was always a mystery living in the house across from the Langdons. They were strange people, Y/n's mother would say coming home late from work after getting reeled into conversation with Constance. Or sometimes Y/n would catch the young boy, whom she knew to be Tate from school, leaving the house in the early hours of the morning.

It was them hours when she would be intruded by the thoughts to follow after to him, to yell his name. They were barely even acquaintances, they would be classed as strangers if it were the fact they knew the other's name. But, for whatever reason, Y/n couldn't help the feeling to make sure he was okay in them midnight hours. Yet, every time them thoughts surface, she'd bypass them, tell herself it was none of her business and return to trying to sleep herself.

It had been one random weekend when things began to change. She'd been standing at the bus stop at the end of the road for a bus that was already five minutes late. Her legs chilly with the autumn breeze that passed, yet she had no choice but to bare it in anticipation for the vehicle which was due. She'd been so focused on trying to spot the bus, she had never even clocked that Tate was wandering up to her.

His hands in his pockets, surely to keep his own palms warm, and a slick smile smothering his expression. "Hey," His soft tone reached her ears, almost making her jump - something of which she was successful in concealing as she turned to face Tate.

She too flashed a grin. Y/n tried hard to make sure it wasn't too much, but at the same time, that it wasn't too little. They were neighbours after all - they had to be neighbourly. But, Y/n also didn't want him getting any other ideas. Well, that part she wasn't quite sure of yet. "Hi, Tate, you alright?" She asked him.

"You don't have to make small talk." He chuckled and they both felt a wave of relief from his words. "We're not our mothers. You know, pretending to make small talk as if we don't hate each."

Her eyes narrowed and she swayed on her feet in curiosity. "How do you know my mother doesn't like yours?" She queried with a cheeky glint in her pupils that they both seemed to share.

"Because I've met my mother. I happen to live with her." He replied.

"Sounds torturous." Y/n didn't know the half of it. "Are you saying we secretly hate each other?" She then asked with the quirk of a brow.

He shrugged and took a moment to reply as if debating if he should even speak at all. "Do you? Hate me?"

Her head shook the moment the words slipped passed his lips, "No, of course not. What gave you that idea?"

Again, he was hesitant. Y/n couldn't know for sure, but this seemed like a concern which had been haunting him for awhile now. "You don't speak to me at school. Like when we pass in the hallways, or in class." He shrugged as if his tone wasn't dripping in heavy emotion he seemed to have been holding onto.

"Niether do you, Tate." She said with a slither of a smile. Had she known her apathy towards him was causing such concern, she would have done something about it.

"So you don't...hate me?"

She grinned back at him like she did the first time. "Course not." She told him, looking back at the road to spot the bus which was soon approaching.

Neither of them said anything as it gained closer until it stopped. Y/n got on first, swirling back to face Tate when he made no move to get onto the bus. "You not getting on?" She questioned with knitted brows.

A slick smirk was plastered against his lips, "I'm not getting a bus." He winked, the doors shut and the bus started moving again. There was one question that soon rung around Y/n's mind: if he wasn't getting on the bus, what had he been doing standing at the bus stop?

There was one thing that came out of that unexpected conversation: Y/n started noticing Tate at school. In the beginning, she'd started to smile at him in the hallways, he'd always smile back. Then it was a 'good morning' as they passed, or whispered in class. Before Y/n even realised it, she was looking for him in the crowds. She wished she'd bump into him, that they'd meet eyes and have an excuse to talk again.

There came a day where she just couldn't bare it anymore. Weeks had passed and while they were friendly, she craved for more. She was seated in the library, surrounded by a few friends. Y/n had a good amount of work to do - as her teachers kept reminder her - but her eyes wouldn't dare peel from the curly-haired boy sat two tables down from her.

Tate always sat alone. Sometimes it was because he simply wanted to do, other times it was because there wasn't a second option. At this time, he was completing some much over-due work, headphones over his ears which drowned out the chatter of the mindless teenagers around him. But it also drowned out Y/n. He was utterly unaware of her presence. Had he been, he probably would have made an effect to catch a glimpse of eye contact for the third time today. Alas, Y/n took matters into her own hands.

Without alerting her friends, she gathered herself from the table she was seated at and wandered over to Tate's. She didn't say anything till she sat in the chair across from him. Still with his music blasting, Tate had no idea of his new company. Well, not until she carefully snatched his Biology book from under him. Then his head snapped upwards, instantly flashing a smile as his gaze found Y/n.

"Ooo," She hummed as she took his text book, "Biology, must be a rough day."

He tucked his headphones off, letting them sit around his neck. "It's not that bad." He shrugged; certainly not his least favourite subject there was.

"Have to argue with you on that one." She quirked, sliding the book back towards him.

"Really? You struggling with an academic subject? Doesn't sound like you." He spoke as if he knew her ever so deeply.

She leaned in slightly, finding her chin fitting in the cup of her palm as she stared affectionately to the boy seated across from her. "And who told you that?" She questioned.

"Well, your mom told mine that you're an exceptional student." He chuckled with his words.

"That is true, except for biology." Y/n explained before a cheeky glint emerged in her eyes. "You know, if you'd be happy to, you could always help me out a little." She was testing the waters. She wasn't sure what had happened that day at the bus stop, but it had flickered some light in her which was still crackling and urging for more.

Tate laughed again, his doe-eyes meeting hers, "I can't believe you're asking me for help." He paused and her smile grew. "But, of course, I'll help you."

And so they arranged a time the next day to study over the subject. They met after school at her house. Despite being neighbours for a good few years, Tate had never in fact been at Y/n's house. But, as he was directed up stairs to her bedroom, he remembered thinking that it was exactly as he had expected it to look. Especially, when it came to her room.

"Do you have your text books?" Questioned Tate as they sat at either end of the bed, soon becoming surrounded by papers.

Y/n played in with knitted brows as she listen intently to the blond boy explain the carbon cycle. A topic which was easily a boring one, yet Y/n was more enticed than ever. "Do you get it?" Tate asked, seemingly snapping her out of her awe.

She nodded, "Pretty much yeah." Tate didn't reply. Instead, he plastered on an adoring smile as their eyes intertwined with one another. "What?" Y/n finally giggled when the silence went on for too long.

"You just-" He looked away for a moment. "You stare a lot." He looked back. Their smiles never faded.

The girl shrugged, "I like how you explain things." There was a glint glistening in her pupil that left Tate questioning what was about to follow.

She was already leaning in when Tate responded, "That's a good thing, I guess." He never shuddered as she got closer. Yet, he could never excuse the shivers which electrocuted his spine as their lips finally touched.

They pulled from one another, their foreheads lingering, yet not daring to touch. Tate still had his eyelids closed when Y/n opened hers. He was savouring the moment. Even if he knew the feelings were certainly reciprocated. Once they finally flickered open, Y/n admitted, "I actually have an A in Bio."

They both giggled. They both knew this wasn't the last. That, despite her A in Bio, there would be more study dates, more kisses and they would become more than just neighbours.

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[calummss]

Tate Langdon 1920s boyfriend headcanon

masterlist

a/n: he’s a little more submissive? or like the tiniest amount of ooc but like tbh i think it’s really believable. anyway not proof read!! it’s late at night and i have an exam tomorrow

he would be head over heals for you like literally

y’all remember bugs bunny getting heart eyes over lola??? yeah that’s him

buys you different flowers for every day of the week

his hand is always around your waist

always placing a kiss somewhere on your face even when others thinks it’s too much pda—he doesn’t care

he thinks you look amazing every day but on parties it’s like he falls in love over again

he’s such a puppy so so loyal too you

‘tate, you coming on friday to the bar?’

‘i’ll ask my wife and get back to you.’

they all just stare at him but he‘s looking at you in a crowd with a smile

or him dancing with you when most women aren’t bc they’re boyfriends/hisbands think dancing is overrated…

carrying your gloves and hat aswell as bag!!!

i literally fell to my knees

when you get bored you two find a bathroom and he drags his tongue up your chest looking at you with those big hazel doe eyes,, loving that he pleases you

lights your cigarette!!

holds his hand over your head when you get in and out of the car

the classic 1920s couple run through the rain holding your bag and newspaper over your head as you try to escape the sky

my favourite scenario; sitting on his lap. his hand stroking your thighs as you take a drag from your cigarette letting him inhale from yours as he stares at you, your smoke entangling in the thick air of a jazz club

and finally, surprising him with a flapper dance choreography at your go to club. he cannot take his eyes off you and has men telling him how lucky he is

trust me…after that little dance your dress is gonna end up on the floor as soon as you two are alone

he worships you like a god, taking good care of every part of you making you realise how lucky you are to have him

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[my-own-walker]

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note: needed a break from the fic monotony, forgive me; also, just rewatched murder house so this came out of it

warnings: tate's themes are literally all triggering LMAO, him being lowkey manipulative, tough love from reader, sm*t bitch, etc

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"Wait, don't go," Tate pleaded, grabbing my hand as I stood, "not just yet."

"I have to," I replied, irritated. "I have to get ready for this trip. We leave tomorrow."

"Well then pack tomorrow morning. You can leave a little late tomorrow," he smiled, softly. "Plus, we're not done with this game."

I shifted my weight on my feet, pulling my hand out of Tate's grip. "It's chess. My move can wait," I sighed. "My parents have been on my case for weeks. I have to get my shit together." I turned toward the basement stairs, ready to make my ascent.

Tate scrambled to his feet, grabbing me by my shoulders and spinning me around to face him. There were tears in his eyes as he met my gaze. "Y/N, you're my world," he whined. "You know I can't be without you. I don't trust myself"

I let out another exasperated sigh, tilting my head to the side to better display my impatience. "You can wait a few hours while I do my due diligence," I said sternly, grabbing his hand again and giving it a squeeze. "I will be back."

"But then you'll leave me again."

"For the weekend," I groaned, trying to walk away again. He put a hand on my head and stroked my hair. "Three days. Not even."

"I'll be all alone. I can't go that long," he cried.

I reached up and cupped Tate's face, feeling his smooth skin in my hand. I used my thumb to wipe away a stray tear. Going up on my tip-toes, I reached his lips and kissed him softly. "It'll be hard for me, too," I whispered, looking deeply into his eyes. "Come help me."

"Okay," he said, voicelessly, following closely behind me as I walked up through the levels of my house to my bedroom.

I almost couldn't wait until Tate closed and latched the door of my bedroom before I pinned him up on the wall beside it, pulling his head down to kiss him. We made out hungrily, exploring every inch of each other's lips.

"I love you," he breathed between kisses. "I love you."

He walked forward, arms around my waist to prevent me from falling, guiding me to the bed. I landed on my back on the plush comforter, Tate on top of me, never breaking the kiss.

He paused for a moment, looking at me lovingly, tucking a rogue strand of my hair behind my ear. I reached up and grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers. He resumed kissing me, rolling over and using his strength to hoist me on top of him. I straddled his lap and stooped down, peppering kisses all over his neck. He whimpered.

All of the pain from the merciless world we lived in melted away as we stripped each other of our clothing. From above, I was truly able to appreciate the beauty of his form. The way his chest moved as he breathed. The veins in his hands and the look on his face when my hands touched his skin.

I ran my hands through his blonde hair and pulled. Just enough tension without hurting him. He let out a gentle moan and quickly began to make his way back on top of me, kissing me down my arms and stomach in the process, gently maneuvering me onto my back.

“I love you,” he breathed, pausing once again to gaze at me. He parted my legs softly.

His tongue met my inside and warmth spread within my core. I forgot about everything but the feeling of his tongue on me. His skin on my skin. The rest of the world disappeared. I was powerless to his touch.

Deciding that I didn't want to come just yet, though, I pushed Tate sideways, forcing him to submit to my will. My hand reached for his cock and stroked it. He whined in pleasure.

I lined myself up with him and slid his throbbing erection into my slick middle, feeling every inch of it go deeper and deeper into me. I relished every second of feeling our two bodies connect. My walls tightened around him. He moaned.

I stooped down and kissed him passionately, still riding him. His shaking hands reached up to grope me, deciding after a moment to grip my waist firmly. I put both of my palms on either side of his chest to steady myself. His breathing got more ragged.

“Fuck,” he grunted, sucking in air through his teeth. “I’m gonna come.”

I ran my hands through his hair as he spilled his hot load inside of me, his breath coming out in gasps and sputters. “You are so beautiful,” I cooed, strands of my hair falling down into my face. I pulled myself off of him, flopping down onto the bed next to him.

I sat up and fumbled around for a shirt, eventually finding Tate’s. I threw it on while he caught his breath.

He turned onto his side and rested his head briefly on my thigh, looking up at me with the softest gaze. “You look really pretty in my clothes,” he murmured, sitting up a bit and propping himself up on his elbow. He placed a gentle hand on my cheek. I leaned into the touch.

“Come here,” I spoke quietly, motioning for him to lay between my legs. He obliged, leaning his head back against my chest. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, kissing him lightly atop his head. His hair smelled of him. An intoxicating blend that I could not get enough of.

He idly played with the rings on my fingers as I held him. “I love when you hold me,” he muttered.

I sat, silently hoping that this time together could fill in the blank for us, leaving us both with just enough to get through our short time apart.

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Well aware this prob sucks but I needed a break/distraction!! Much love

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