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evanpfics · 1 year ago

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Hi, love ur work so much!! I was wondering if u could make a smutty fic where fem!reader rides James 's (Patrick March) face??

Your Award - James P. March (smut)

Summary: You’ve always been very loyal to James. You loved him even if you didn’t admit it to him, but he always had a way of knowing. He finally awards you for your undying devotion to him.

W A R N I N G S : slowish burn, PinV, oral ( F and James receiving), friction kink, praising, cussing, overstimulation, let me know if I missed any. Thank you for the recommendation! Love your guy’s ideas.

You finally slip on your favorite shoes before staring at yourself in the mirror admiring your beautiful dress and black thigh highs that were only partly see-through.

You adored this fit for so long and thought this was a good occasion to finally wear it. A small smile from excitement formed before walking out your hotel room and making your way to his.

He all of a sudden invited you to an evening dinner while you were cleaning up one of his messes. It did take you by surprise, but he never stated why he even wanted you out of all people to join him.

You weren’t to sure on how this would go. Normally on the nights he meets the countess you cook, but this was different. So you weren’t to sure on what he had planned but didn’t get to into it.

You knocked on his door before it opened wide not far after.

“Ah! Come in. Come in.” He waved his hand festering you to step into his room.

You entered looking around briefly before seeing the table set and food ontop of it.

“You got someone to cook for you?”

He stepped beside you before making his way to the table.

“I managed to cook us up a proper meal for this evenings occasion, actually.” A proud look formed on his face.

You smiled before following him to the table. He pulled out your chair letting you sit before sitting across from you himself.

The plates were already made.

“I wasn’t to sure on how much you preferred to eat. My apologies.”

You chuckled a bit.

“It’s fine, not like we really have a need to eat, huh?”

He nodded at you before taking a bite of his food.

“Still, dig in Y/LN!”

You took a bite before leaning back a bit taking in the delicious taste. You never really needed to eat, but when you did you always enjoyed the taste and textures of the foods you ate when you did.

“It tastes amazing, sir.”

“Call me James during this meal, I insist. This is a moment between just me and you.”

Your face appeared slightly shocked.

You nodded.

“Yes s-James! .. but um..” you cleared your throat.

“Is there a reason you by chance wanted to see me this evening?”

He placed his fork and knife down before leaning back and cleaning his mouth with the side napkin.

He stared up at you with a more serious look. His eyes darkened a bit.

The air around you grew thicken and you became a bit anxious.

“You would do anything for me, wouldn’t you Y/N?” He bluntly asked.

You nodded slowly. You can feel yourself swallow deeply and try your best to get comfortable in your seat.

“That’s what I enjoy about you. You were always so loyal to me Y/N, even after finding out the whole purpose of this hotel.”

He stood up and made his way to your side of the table.

“I admire your devotion Y/N and I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to be my pupil.”

He placed his hand on your cheek caressing it with his thumb.

Your cheeks grew slightly red from the warmth of his palm. Becoming more flustered.

“Thank you James, It’s a big honor, really.”

He removed his hand before settling both hands behind his back staring down at you. He was quite intimidating, but you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. You felt safe with him.

“I’d like to award you, Y/N” he said as his state grew darker.

“Award me? No. No. I don’t need any sort of award sir, really. I just like to work for y-“

“James. Call me James, remember y/n.” He interrupted.

You apologized quickly. He stared at you for awhile before speaking again.

“You know how keen I am with certain things.. and you know how I’m not really one to just hand stuff out to others.”

He lit up a cigarette before taking a puff.

“Don’t take this for granted and just decline my offer before even hearing it, Y/N.”

He room went quiet and you can feel yourself become a tad bit guilty. You nodded before staring at the ground.

“I will allow you to handle me however you please, Y/N. And I will not interfere whatsoever.”

You jolted your head up at him. His face emotionless kind of scaring you.

“Handle you?” You questioned with a slight stutter.

“Yes, handle me. Touch me. Lay with me. Have intercourse with me. Any of your greatest desires being acted out during our time together.”

You quickly stood up from shock and just stared at him. The water from your cup spilling across the table. You quickly grabbed napkins to clean it up fumbling your movements a bit.

“I dont understand James, I don’t deserve this, really. There’s no way I can accept something like that. I respect you and your boundaries too much.” You said messing up your sentences time to time.

He stared at you as you cleaned off the soaking table.

“I know you admire me Y/N, In a way you would never admit.” His hand planted on your shoulder giving it a very like squeezing pulling your focus away from the dripping table.

“I would like to award you for your dedication and admiration for me Y/N. I won’t put up a fight and you can do whatever it is your heart desires. Afterwards we can move on like nothing happened if you’d like.”

“If you accept my offer, that is.” He added.

Your mouth opened about to speak but nothing came out. You were in utter disbelief. The man you admired and loved so dearly is offering you himself. Allowing you to see him venerable.

“What about the countess, James?”

He sighed deeply before removing his hand and paced around the room.

“You know my love for her is unbreakable, nothing can change that, but you also know me and her have been having our.. issues.”

He clicked his tongue.

“I could easily allow anyone else to have this opportunity, but you deserve it most of all. The countess and I of course will never fully see eye-to-eye, as stubborn as she is she will still hold a place in my heart.”

“But as will you, Y/N”

You can see him turn his body to face you as he said that before settling down on his couch pouring himself a shot.

“So..”

He downs the shot.

“Do you accept this proposal?”

His eyes stare deeply into yours making you grow more shy and anxious.

“I do.” You hesitate.

He sighs before leaning back spreading his arms across the top of the couch getting comfortable before putting out his cigarette.

“Very well, you may begin whenever.”

“Whenever?” You stuttered a bit since you didn’t expect it to happen suddenly.

He stared at you with a blank expression not saying a word.

You gulped before making your way over to him.

You sat on your knees in front of him. Him now sitting above you.

You hands trailed up and down his thigh rubbing it slightly. You didn’t want to move to fast with your movements and preferred to be able to fully enjoy this opportunity.

You can see him watching your every move which made you uneasy, but you didn’t try to overthink it to much.

“Do you mind.. taking off your shirt, James?”

He quickly began to unbuckle his shirt with little to no hesitation. You knew he was a man of his word, he would allow you to do anything you wished this evening.

His nude upper half was now infront of you. You always admired his physique, it made you feel heated.

You stood up before sitting across his lap, facing him. You still rubbed your hand along his thigh with one hand as the other trailed around his chest.

You would stare up at him time to time seeing him stare right back at you.

You moved both of your hands and cupped both sides of his face rubbing your thumb against his cheeks.

He was beautiful to you.

You hesitantly kissed him. Your movements caused your hips to slightly grind against his clothed dick unknowingly.

He didn’t kiss back at first, but you heard him grunt lightly and soon started to kiss back. You didn’t question his grunt and continued.

The kiss was better than you could’ve ever fantasized. Your tongue pushed up against his lips as you kissed wanting access, and he gave it.

Your tongue roamed around his mouth savoring each moment.

After awhile of both of you moaning lightly into each others mouth as the kiss deepened he quickly broke it and pushed down your hips causing you to stop any of your movements.

He stared down at his now formed tent biting his lip slightly. His movements startled you a bit.

You curiously looked at what he was looking at, you can see his clothed cock hardened from you grinding along it.

His knuckles whitened from the pressure he was holding you down with, surely to leave a bruise. You winced slightly before he finally let go.

“My apologies, I promised not to interfere-“ he exclaimed.

“Don’t worry about it, James.”

You removed yourself off his lap and went back onto your knees.

You unbuckled his belt before pulling his pants down to his thighs.

You can see the outline of his cock through his boxers.

You pulled down the boxers aswell.

His cock sprang up, white liquid stringing to it. He groaned a bit from the boxers rubbing up against his tip as you removed them.

The sight of him venerable turned you on a bit more than you thought it would.

You wrapped your hand around the shaft of his cock making him bite his lip and twitched his eyebrows.

His cum from his previous finish made jacking off his cock more swifter.

You began to slowly move your hand up and down his shaft. His light groans made you more excited.

With your other hand you went back to rubbing his thigh.

You began to move your hand a bit faster along his cock before planting your thumb along the hole of his tip rubbing it back and fourth slowly.

He shuffled himself up straighter and bit his lip holding back his moans. His cock twitched slightly.

You stopped.

He gasped opening his mouth and groaned a bit from the sudden stop of pleasure.

You smiled at him with a teasing grin.

You can see him looking into your eyes before suddenly standing up.

This startled you a bit.

“I know I said I would let you do anything and that I wouldn’t stop you, but you make it so fucking difficult.”

You were surprised, he hardly ever swore. His voice almost having a deep growl. It made you more oddly aroused.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded before fully taking off his boxers and pants so they wouldn’t get in the way.

You obediently opened wide sticking out your tongue.

He lightly groaned once he guided his tip onto your tongue, leaking small amounts of cum onto it from his previous finish.

He slowly thrusted deeper into your mouth causing his tip to reach the back of your throat making you gag a bit.

He didn’t care though. He was use to focusing on himself during these situations which annoyed you in the moment, but either way this was more than you would’ve ever dreamed of let alone receive.

Light groans and moans escaped his mouth as his dick thrusted in and out of your mouth. His hips moved in swift motions.

One hand holding the back of your head as the other was placed behind his neck lightly rubbing it.

You closed your eyes trying to prevent yourself from gagging to much letting tears run down your cheeks.

His motions became sloppier as his legs light shook when his hips finally buckled. He let out a animalistic moan before his cum leaked into the back of your throat, he thrusted a few more times finishing his high before pulling out.

You struggled to swallow his cum as some leaked onto your chin and down the crevasse between your breasts.

He continued to stand above you, hovering over you, before opening his mouth.

“My apologies once again for going against my word.”

He sighed.

“Sit on the couch dear, let me make it up to you.”

You wiped off the cum on your chin before slowly standing up. You sat on the couch. You didn’t mind him taking control of the situation, this experience alone was more than you could’ve ever asked for.

He crawled onto the couch before pushing your torso down making you lay across the couch.

He spread your legs using his knees while removing your dress off of you. Leaving you now only in panties and a bra.

He looked down on you examining your body. His mouth was left open allowing you to see his tongue push up against the back of his teeth.

He unbuckled your bra taking it off and quickly started to massage one of your breasts. A light groan blocked by your lips vibrates through your body.

He took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth sucking on it lightly.

“James.” You moaned.

He lightly nipped and sucked your breast before doing the same to the other one.

He finally stopped before hovering over you.

He stared into your eyes for a moment before removing your panties.

He guided his tip down to your clit causing light friction against it. You moaned slightly.

He moved it down lower before reaching the entrance of your soaking cunt. He finally pushed himself in slowly.

He grunted as he felt yourself tighten around his length as he went in deeper.

Your hands tightened around his shoulders causing your nails to cut into him slightly.

Being the masochist he is that only made him become more animalistic. His thrust grew deeper and quicker.

Mixture of moans and groans filled the room as you felt continuous tears trail down your face.

“Y… your so handsome James. Never admired anyone else more than I have with you.” You struggled to say as lewd sounds filled the room.

He was a bit stunned from your sudden praise. That didn’t stop him from from focusing on thrusting into you.

“You.. feel outstanding.” He huffed.

Your legs wrapped around his waist pushing you closer to him. His cock felt amazing inside of you. You still couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

Your legs shook subtly as his thrusts reached your core. You back arched as you leaned your head back feeling his thrust became sloppy and more rough.

His grunts became more rough one big moan was unleashed as a released inside of you. After you both rode out your high he pulled out. Seeing his cum mixed with your orgasm deep out of your cunt.

You both took this break to catch your guy’s breath without any sort of rhythm behind them.

He slowly started to remove himself off the couch before you stopped him.

“Wait! James.” You exclaimed.

He looked up at you with a confused look on his face.

“I wanted.. to try something.. before we stop.” You mumbled being a little shy to ask.

He nodded.

“Be my guest, was apart of my proposal after all.”

He stopped where he was at allowing you to command him whatever you want.

“Um.. lay all the way back on the couch, if you don’t mind.” Still wanting to make sure he was completely okay with whatever you wanted, even if he didn’t care.

He obeyed and laid back, awaiting for your next move.

You slowly shuffled over him. Making his curiosity grow stronger.

You grew nervous and red.

Your leaking cunt now hovering over his mouth. He got the idea of what you wanted to do and grabbed the sides of your thighs before lightly licking across your clit.

You whimpered lightly before lowering yourself down. His tongue licked across your folds hitting certain weak spots before licking circles around your clit.

Your moans grew louder feeling yourself become hazy. The pleasure was taking over and made you feel so fucking good.

His tongue traveled down to your cunt before finding its way inside. You groaned. Your leaned back placing your hands on his thighs for support.

His tongue exploded the inside of your cunt tasting his own cum mixed with your fluids.

You slammed your eyes shut feeling the pleasure of his tongue thrust into you and sometimes bend against your sensitive spots.

You bit your lip slamming your eyes shut still furrowing your eyebrows from immense pleasure.

You started to unconsciously grind against his face. He lightly groaned making a vibration spread all over your pussy.

His nose would grind against your sensitive clit making the pleasure more intense.

Your legs shook as your orgasm came closer.

Feeling his tongue thrust inside you while his nose grinded against your sensitive clit drove you crazy.

You squeezed his thighs making his groans pleasure you more and more.

Your head flew back as your orgasm finally came. His tongue drowned in your fluids tasting every bit of you. You rode out your high on his face before shakingly my removing yourself.

You set your hips across his resting your head on his shoulder from exhaustion.

He stared at his clock seeing it is still 10 minutes before noon is over.

“I suppose this is how you chose to spend the rest of the afternoon?” He asked still trying his best to catch his breath.

You nodded.

“Thank you.. for an opportunity like this James.”

He hummed a mhm sounding one.

His hand gave light scratches along the top as you rubbed circles with your hand along his bare chest.

The rhythmic circles and scratching making your mind and body relax.. making you fall asleep on him.

Sorry that this story is kind of slow paced and had lots of extra stuff added, you guys recommend such good stuff and my mind fills up with ideas!! Let me know if you guys have an issue with me adding extra stuff and if you do I’ll try better at just focusing on the request haha.

Thanks for reading!

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violet-harmon2011 · 7 months ago

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to my favorite serial killer, clown, cult leader, hairstylist, vampire, playwright, actor, hotel owner, lobster man, circus performer, zombie, frat boy, and mechanic <3

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a-reverii · 8 months ago

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⭑ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 + 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒 ⭑

— 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑.

sirius black

tulips. ⇢ @amiableness

safe place. ⇢ @/amiableness

don't delete the kisses. ⇢ @that-bwitch

regulus black

time to pretend. ⇢ @delicrieux

the arranged marriage or regulus's dreams. ⇢ @ellecdc

see me. ⇢ @mmoonysgf

hold her! ⇢ @kquil

secret admirer. ⇢ @itsbuckytm

remus lupin

clandestine. ⇢ @spncvr

sirius the matchmaker. ⇢ @fishley

his girl. ⇢ @opalesquegirl

our band. ⇢ @wzrd-wheezes

james potter

boundary less. ⇢ @wicchyy

no boundary!james. ⇢ @ddejavvu

best friend!james. ⇢ @/ddejavvu

personal trainer. ⇢ @fourmoony

about you. ⇢ @ma1dita

and i love her. ⇢ @dilf-lover99

— 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘.

neil perry

if i fell. ⇢ @sorencd

two of us. ⇢ @/sorencd

art class. ⇢ @/sorencd

charlie dalton

orlando (first kiss). ⇢ @dearsnow

under the neon glow. ⇢ @augiewrites

secret admirer. ⇢ @/augiewrites

todd anderson

todd can't help the way he feels about you. ⇢ @writersmacchiato

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍.

peter parker

new york private life. ⇢ @astxroiid

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redroses07 · 2 months ago

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said what i said

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evanswifeily · 5 months ago

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I swear if someone will say that Evan Peters is just a man i don’t know what I’ll do to them yet BUT HE IS A GOD‼️

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evanpeterswhoresblog · 10 months ago

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i'm soooo glad you're back!!! love your writting so much, was thinking about some ghostface¡ tate or shit yk...like everyone who flirts with reader end murdered

i’m sorry this took me so long to do 😔 but i sorta did my own twist on this request, hope you don’t mind… i love it… anyway… :)

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Lovefool

Tate Langdon x f!reader

warnings: murder, smut, stalking, obsession, very toxic, manipulation, very minor talk of drug use… virgins, yeah idk what else it’s just stalker tate being crazy for you

summary: tate’s loved you since the first moment you met, and he would do anything to be with you… anything…

word count: 4.4

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2011

You stare at the boy in front of you, a mix of emotions stirring inside you. He’s your age still, you aren’t too surprised at that. You’re more surprised at the fact that he’s in front of you. It’s been so long since the last time you saw him. You remember the pain, the pure fear that paralyzed your body the last time the two of you had an encounter. It still makes you uneasy.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, your voice weak.

He shrugs. “It’s Halloween.”

“There’s been plenty of Halloweens Tate and this is the first time I’ve seen you here. What do you want?” You reply in a harsher tone than.

Tate shrugs again and starts to play with the sleeves of his sweater. You can’t believe this is real. You want to close your eyes and pretend this is all a sick dream, though you haven’t slept in years. After a few seconds, you cross your arms over your chest and take a deep breath. This isn’t going to be easy.

“Tate the fact you even have the balls to try to find me is crazy, what happened? Did you suddenly feel some sense of guilt? Are you finally sorry for what you did to me? I don’t even care if you are sorry, I don’t care about anything except the one question I’ve wondered since the night it happened,” you say.

“What question?” He responds.

“Why?” Your eyes start to burn. “Why did you kill me?”

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1993

Tate had never seen any girl as beautiful as you. Never. Not in a movie, not in a magazine, nothing. From the first time he saw you in kindergarten, he knew there was something special about you. Of course, he didn’t know it would grow into what it did until middle school when his hormones took over. His feelings for you quickly transitioned from a pure crush to a sick obsession. And the best and worst part of it all was that you had no idea.

You never really spoke to him. He was out of your league. You were popular, but not braindead popular like the people you surrounded yourself with. Tate had seen you in some of your classes. You were smart, you got the best grades in those classes. You had plans for yourself after high school, unlike your friends. That knowledge only made him admire you more.

The problems began when you started going out with one of the popular boys in your group, David. He was awful for you; Tate didn’t understand why you chose to have such a relationship with someone like that. He’d watch how David would wrap his arms around you in the hallways, leave small kisses on your cheeks, and whisper words in your ears that made your face turn bright red. It made him furious.

What did David have that he didn’t? Why was he so special? Tate knew he could give you more than David ever could. So, why were you with him?

Tate quickly became blinded by rage and jealousy.

At night he’d lie awake, the knowledge that you might’ve been out there opening your legs for another boy making him sick. That’s when the fantasies began. He imagined killing David. How would he do it? Where? In what way would leave the least amount of blood on his clothes? The image of his mutilated body consumed Tate’s thoughts. He liked it.

It was around that time that he had found the mask.

It was a strange mask he found in the basement. It had a long white face with black holes for the eyes and a long mouth. He wondered which resident of his house had left it there for him. He didn’t know, and frankly, he didn’t care. All he knew from the second his eyes fell upon that mask was that bad things were going to happen.

He started going out at night and driving by David’s house. The mask he wore gave him a sense of power he never knew he could feel. At first, it was innocent. He’d simply drive down the other boy's road and look through his window for a few minutes before leaving. But all it took was one second of seeing you inside to blow the whole thing up. He was livid, seeing red. He decided he needed to bring his fantasies to life and get rid of David for good.

Halloween was when the opportunity to kill David became undeniable. By that point, Tate had been stalking the two of you for a month so he knew the basics. Which room was Davids, how to get into his house, and where his parents were most likely going to be. He had it all planned out. So, on Halloween night he put on the mask along with black robes that covered his entire body and ventured to the other boy's house, ready to kill.

He brought a knife, and when the time was just right, he snuck in through one of David’s open windows and started his game. He crept through the empty house, not making a sound. Getting to David’s room only took him a few minutes and what he heard from outside the door made him not regret his choice at all.

“Yeah, I know, listen she’s so close to finally giving it up to me and that’s what I’ve been working for this whole time. Once it happens, I’ll dump her, easy,” David spoke into his phone. His voice was cocky. It made Tate clench his jaw in frustration.

“Because dude, do you know how many girls from school I’ve already got under my belt? Y/N is just gonna be a name on my list. Yeah, whatever, I gotta go anyway I need to shower for the party, maybe I’ll get lucky, and she’ll drink too much. Okay bye.”

Before David could even get up from his chair, Tate kicked the door down and stormed in, too overpowered by his rage to think about anything but slitting the other boy's throat. He pounced on him, stabbing the knife into any part of his body he could reach. David screamed, but Tate quickly silenced him by shoving the knife down his throat. He felt empowered, he felt thrilled at the sight of his dead peer. It was amazing.

Tate didn’t waste much time gawking over his achievement, however. Once he was sure David was dead, he quickly pulled the knife out of the boy and fled out the window and back to his car. As he drove through the small neighborhoods of your guys' town, he wondered how big the news would be. Would you cry? He hoped you wouldn’t. Not over that asshole. You would move on, and Tate would wait however long it took.

~~~

The news of David’s death spread faster than wildfire and consumed Westfield High’s drama for weeks. Out of all the kids in the school, you took his death hardest. Seeing you so depressed almost made Tate regret his actions. He couldn’t bear seeing you tear up in class or show up to school two periods late. You weren’t like that.

However, as the days turned into weeks, you started to appear healthier and happier, and soon enough you were back to your normal self. Tate was glad, you were always so much prettier when you paid attention in class. He decided it was time for the second part of his plan to finally act. Though he was incredibly nervous, he knew it was then or never. He couldn’t risk you getting a new boyfriend that he’d have to kill again.

So, one day, he followed you into the library when the two of you coincidently had a study hall during the same period. His heart was beating so loud he could hear it in his ears. There you were. sitting at one of the tables alone studying, and he was going to speak to you. He’d thought up conversation starters all morning along with taking a few extra hits off his bong to help with the anxiety.

He shook the nervous thoughts from his head and grabbed his notebook from his backpack before walking in your direction. Your head was down, your hand moved aggressively across the paper as you wrote your notes. Tate stood at the other side of the table for a few seconds simply admiring you. His hands were shaky, his breathing uneasy. God, you made him lose his composure by existing. It was excruciating.

After he was done staring, he spoke, his voice quiet. “Hey y/n, do you mind maybe helping me with some of that psych homework?”

Your head shot up, your eyes instantly meeting his. He swore he couldn’t breathe. You, y/n, were looking at him on purpose. At that moment he didn’t care about what you were going to say, he didn’t care if you completely rejected him. All he cared about was how good it felt to have your eyes on him. Such innocent, loving eyes.

“Oh, yeah of course Tate that’s actually what I’m working on right now. Just sit, we can do it together. Unless you’re like super behind,” you answered.

“Are- Are you sure?” He couldn’t help the uncertainty. Did you really say yes to him?

“Yeah... should I not be?” You replied with a smile.

“No- sorry.” He sat down across from you. He could smell your perfume; he’d never been this close to you. “I just wasn’t sure if you even knew who I was.”

You chuckled. “How could I not know who you are? We’ve literally been in the same school system together since kindergarten.”

“I don’t know. You’re you know popular and stuff,” he said as he opened his notebook.

“Not really, besides even if I was that wouldn’t automatically make me forget anyone. But anyway, you can use my notes in a second, I’m almost done with the page,” you responded. You looked back down at your work and started writing again.

Tate nodded despite you not paying attention and watched as you wrote. He felt like that whole conversation was another one of his daydreams about you. Was he really sitting across from you? Or was it another mid-class nap? He cracked his knuckles to make sure he wasn’t dreaming and thankfully, he wasn’t. It was all real life.

“Sorry if this comes out as creepy, but I feel like I haven’t seen you around in a while. I mean, when was the last time we even spoke?” You suddenly spoke, your eyes back on his.

“I guess you weren’t looking hard enough to see me,” he said with a shrug. All his confidence was a facade because on the inside he was losing his mind.

He noticed the way your cheeks slightly turned pink before you replied. “Yeah, I guess I wasn’t. But I should have been.”

He knew deep down you were going to be his for so long, but at that point, he knew he had already achieved his goal. You were his.

~~~

“What is this place?” You asked as you clutched your cardigan around your body.

Tate smiled and grabbed both of your hands in his. “I told you it’s a surprise. Patience is a virtue.”

“I have patience, but I also have a lower body temperature than usual and it’s bothering me so I would really appreciate it if you’d just take me to the surprise already,” you said, a small smile forming on your lips.

“It’s seventy degrees.”

“Yeah, but it’s also windy at the beach and it’s probably colder than seventy because of the ocean’s temperature.”

Tate sighed and leaned his head down to press a small kiss on your lips, a feeling he still hadn’t gotten over. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Terrible, naughty things I hope,” you replied, kissing him again. “But please lead me to your special surprise beach spot.”

Though he wanted to stand there and kiss you all night, Tate obeyed your request and began to lead you further down the beach. It had been a few months since the two of you started talking, and to say it progressed would be an understatement. Tate had truly underestimated how easy it would be to capture your attention. All you wanted was a sweet, caring, genuine boy and he could be all those things easily.

So, after a month of being friends, he asked you out and you said yes. The relationship grew deeper with each day, and it didn’t disappoint him one bit. He loved everything about you. The way you’d lie on your bed with him and talk for hours, the way you’d make your relationship with him public by holding his hand in the halls, and most importantly the way you never expected or wanted him to change to fit in with your friends. You liked him for who he was, and it melted his heart.

It was your three-month anniversary, and Tate wanted to make it special. Even though he knew before the two of you got together that you were a virgin, he didn’t know to what extent you were. He quickly became aware you had done most things already, just not full sex. At first, he was annoyed at the fact that you weren’t completely his because he had never done anything with a girl before you. But after the first night, you went down on him, he wasn’t that upset anymore.

On this night he planned to take the next step with you. He had it all set up. The blankets, the lights, all of it. As the sight of his setup came into view, he watched your face light up. You squeezed his hand and grinned up at him.

“Is this really for me?” You asked.

“Yeah, do you like it?” He replied.

You nodded and sped up to reach it, dragging him with you. Once you made it you dropped down to sit on the blanket, urging Tate to do the same. “This is so cool. You’re the first boy to ever do something like this for me. I love it.”

“I’m glad, I know how you like sentimental things,” he said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “And I’ve been wanting to show you this spot for a while. I used to come here a lot as a kid and watch the waves with my dad... before he left. I wanted to make it special with you because you’re not like my dad. Right?”

“No, I’m not. I won’t ever do anything to hurt you like that. I lo- I like you Tate, a lot.”

Tate only stared into your eyes, his heart beating faster than it ever had in his life. You almost said you loved him. He knew then that night was going to be the night you finally gave yourself to him. Something in your eyes made him certain. Your eyes were dark. You stared up at him as if he were the only boy in the world. There was a feeling in the air, one of lust and fear.

“I’ll never want to hurt you either,” he mumbled after a few seconds. “I doubt I ever could.”

You gave him a small smile and placed one of your hands on his cheek. You caressed the skin with your thumb as you slowly started to lean your face toward his. He accepted your lips on him, kissing back instantly. It was the moment he’d been working up to for years. He was finally going to lose his virginity to you, and you to him. Nothing would ever compare.

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The sound of Nirvana mixed with skin slapping filled Tate’s room. He couldn’t help the moan that left his lips when he looked down at you. Your back was arched so perfectly, your waist looked impossibly small, and your ass looked incredibly big. The side of your face was smushed against one of Tate’s pillows. You were so red, so loud you had to bite your hand to spare the whole house from hearing. Tate took in a deep breath and slapped your ass, his thrusts not faltering for even a second.

“Fuck baby, you look so pretty right now. You take me so well,” he whispered. He wrapped some of your hair around his hand and yanked you up, making you practically scream. “Yeah, you like that. You like being manhandled y/n?”

You let out another moan but didn’t reply. Tate slapped your ass again and threw you back down to the mattress. He leaned over you, your sweaty body feeling perfect against his. He was close to finishing. He’d already made you cum a few times that day, so he wasn’t too concerned about where you were. All he was concerned about was getting closer to you before he came.

“I love controlling you, you’re so helpless. Fuck I’m so close,” he mumbled in your ear. “You’re mine, all fucking mine forever. I’ll kill anyone who even tries to take you away from me.”

You made a noise and Tate couldn’t hold back any longer. He came inside you, his cock pulsing heavily. You groaned; his cock was hitting your cervix too hard it hurt. He waited a minute or so before finally pulling out and moving to the spot next to you on the bed. He’d never felt anything as amazing as having sex with you. He was breathless.

He was so caught up in his thoughts about what just happened that he didn’t notice your sad expression. When he eventually looked at you, he saw your frown. Immediately he turned to his side and faced you, reaching out one of his hands to brush a few of your hairs behind your ear.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked.

“Nothing,” you replied.

“It doesn’t look like nothing you look sad; you can tell me whatever it is.”

You sighed and turned your head to meet his gaze. “Why do you like hurting me? Like during sex and stuff. You’re always so rough and I don’t know you’re really mean and sometimes the stuff you say is… scary.”

“How is it scary?” He laughed.

“You said you’d kill anyone who would try to take me away from you,” you said.

“Yeah, I would. I swear I’ve said this shit to you before. I would do anything for you, or to keep you,” he responded.

“Don’t joke about that Tate, you know I’m scared of killers because of what happened.”

“Oh, so this is about David? Why are you even thinking about him y/n he’s been dead for months. Do you miss him, or something is that it?” He questioned; his tone harsher than before.

You scoffed and sat up. “You’re seriously making this about me missing David?”

“Well, is that what this is about?”

“You’re unbelievable,” you muttered before you stood up and started to get dressed.

“Oh, my fucking God y/n I’m sorry for whatever I said wrong while we were fucking. Can we just move on already? I don’t see what the big deal is,” he snapped.

“No, we can’t just move on. You scare me sometimes Tate like genuinely. I know you mean it all in a sweet way but it’s weird. I love you but you don’t hear me saying I’d kill people if they talked to you or looked at you a certain way. That’s not normal.”

Tate sat up. “I wish you would say those things. I wish you loved me as much as I love you. I’d do anything you ask; I would shoot up the fucking school if you wanted me to.”

You looked at him, he could see the terror and fear in your eyes. “Are you serious?”

“Of course, I am. I don’t get why you’re acting so scared. I’d never hurt you I don’t even think I could if I wanted to, you mean more to me than any person alive or dead,” he answered.

“You’re sick,” you mumbled. You grabbed your bag and walked to the door. “I think we need some time apart; you aren’t sane.”

His heart practically stopped. “What?”

“We need to stop seeing each other for a little while, I can’t take this insane shit Tate. I’m sorry. You know I love you, but I need you to get some help before I can be with you.”

Before Tate could reply, you left. All he could do was stare at the door, a million thoughts roaming his head. Did you really just break up with him? Was that it? Did you just throw away everything the two of you had because you felt his love was too strong? It didn’t feel real.

As the night progressed, he tried to call you, dozens of times. But each call was either declined or rang out. His anxiety grew with each ring of the phone. Why weren’t you replying? Who were you seeing? Did he really mean so little to you that you could leave so easily? His mind spun with scenarios, each one worse than the last. By the end of the night, he had convinced himself you were cheating on him, and the following days only worsened his state of madness.

You ignored him completely in school. Every time he tried to talk to you, you either turned away or walked away completely. It hurt him terribly. He couldn’t understand what had changed so fast. He chased you around the halls for days, trying his hardest to get your attention. But it never worked. And so, his love for you began to fade into an awful rage.

He couldn’t let you just walk away from everything the two of you shared. You were his. Only his. He couldn’t let you leave him, not like his dad. He hadn’t spent his entire life chasing you just to end up losing you. No. So, he began to formulate a plan. He’d leave you alone for a few days then calmly ask you to meet him at the beach, in the special spot he once made for you.

He wasn’t surprised that his plan worked. You were predictable.

When the night came, he made sure he was prepared. He snorted a line, packed his bag full of your favorite things, and set off. As he walked down the beach, he made sure the knife he hid was secure in his pocket. It was smaller than the one he’d used on David, but it would do the job just as efficiently.

You arrived a few minutes after him, a sad expression on your pretty face. He fought the urge to run to you with open arms.

“Thank you for coming,” he said. Only a few feet separated your bodies, he wished he could close it. But he needed to be patient.

You took a deep breath, you looked nervous. “Yeah, look Tate I... I’ve thought about it and I... I really think we should stop seeing each other for some time.”

“Why Y/N? I love you, so fucking much. I’m sorry for what I said, I can change, I won’t say shit like that ever again. I’ll be gentle, I swear. Just give me the chance I can be whatever you need me to be,” he replied desperately. He opened his bag and pulled out your favorite candy. “I love you; I really do. Please give me another chance.”

He watched your eyes fill with tears. You wanted to give in, he could see it in your eyes. But you only shook your head and wiped a fallen tear from your cheek.

“No. I’m sorry. Tate, you aren’t gentle, that’s not who you are. And I don’t want you to pretend to be someone you aren’t.”

Tate swallowed hard. “You promised me you’d never leave me; you said you were nothing like my dad. Was it all a lie?”

“Of course not!” You exclaimed and took a step closer to him. “I love you; I really do. That’s why this is so hard.”

“If you love me, why can’t we work this out? Don’t lie to me Y/N.”

He couldn’t stop his eyes from watering, nor could he stop his lips from quivering. He dug the bouquet of your favorite flowers out from his bag and held them out to you.

“Please,” he mumbled. “I need you.”

You caved. You wrapped your arms around his waist and held him tight. He could feel your muffled cries on his chest, it pained him. You were a sensitive sweet girl; it was both your blessing and curse.

“Maybe in a few months, we can try again, I don’t know.” You looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. “We just can’t be together right now. And I mean we’re going to graduate soon, and I might go to a college far away, how would that even work? But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s too late for that Y/N, you’ve already hurt me.” He dropped what he was holding and dug one of his hands into his pocket. He touched your face with his other hand, your tears covering his palm. “You’ve planned on leaving me this whole time. I wanted to give it another try you’ve made up your mind. I guess it just comes down to one thing.”

“What?” You asked.

“If I can’t have you, no one can,” he whispered before he pulled out the knife and plunged it into the side of your neck.

~~~

2011

“I killed you because I loved you,” he answers. “Because you were going to leave me and find someone else.”

All you can do is stare at him in silence. You think back to everything that happened. How could you have been so blind? It couldn’t have been your fault though. He would’ve killed you anyway. You think back to all the times Tate made you uneasy, all the times he would say things that creeped you out. Deep down you must’ve known that’s who he is. Maybe you knew all along.

Maybe you loved him because of his darkness.

You exhale a long breath. “We don’t have that long till midnight.”

“So?”

You shrug. “Wanna hook up?”

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kaiscumsock · 1 year ago

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evan peters evan peters evan peters

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fear-is-truth · 2 months ago

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a/n — “i like noses. i like big noses because, well, because you can kind of like, you can, like, sit on them.” — doja cat

you’re sprawled out on the couch, tangled in a mess of limbs, the room quiet except for the faint hum of the tv in the background. your legs are slung lazily over evan’s shoulder, and his chin rests on your stomach as he absentmindedly traces circles on your skin. you’re barely awake, drifting in and out of that sweet spot between sleep and consciousness.

“i love your nose,” you mumble, voice slurred with sleep.

“it’s so pretty.”

he lets out a soft chuckle, the sound vibrating against you. “seriously? my nose?” evan repeats, his fingers pausing their little pattern.

“mmhm.” your eyes flutter open just enough to catch his amused smile—the one that makes his dimples show. your heart stirs at the sight. he leans down, brushing his lips against your thigh in a soft kiss that sends warmth pooling through your body.

“you’re something else, you know that?” he says, his voice low, playful, but there’s a sweetness there, too. his thumb gently caresses your skin, and you can’t help but smile.

your too tired to respond with more than a soft hum, letting the comfort of the moment wash over you. he kisses your inner thigh again, softer, slower this time, like molasses. telling you without words how much he adores you.

“go back to sleep, babygirl,” he whispers, his chin finding its place back on your stomach, and you do, with a smile on your lips and the feel of his kisses lingering on your skin.

#wrote this while eating breakfast 🥞#evan peters x y/n #Evan peters x reader #evan peters x you #evan peters #evan peters fanfic #evan peters fluff #american horror story #ahs #kai anderson #tate langdon #james patrick march #kit walker

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boypied · 2 months ago

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Hcs for James Patrick March x male reader. Where he falls for us, a new ghost at the hotel and he’s surprisingly soft and sweet with us?

JAMES PATRICK MARCH - HCs

- James first fell in love with the reader when he accepted his apology for killing him, no one else in the hotel accepted his apologies but you did. He was head over hills in that moment, right then and there and you could tell by the look on his face. His dominant act dropped and his caring demeanor came to light.

- James has always been gentle with the reader. He knew how kind and innocent he was to everyone that he didn't even want to accidentally hurt him, especially since he already felt extremely guilty about killing him. Which you forgave him for.

- When he managed to seduce you with his ghost charm, he was very romantic and sweet. He layed roses across the bed and floor so it was like a red carpet when you walked in, he wanted it to be a very special night. James was gently and made sure not to push you too far, when he was sliding in you winced slightly and he immediately pulled away.

- After you winced in pain he ate you out for a good ten minutes before trying to slide into your tight hole, after a while he slipped in perfectly and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. He pulled away and came inside your mouth cause he's a classy guy. You knew he wanted to be rougher with you in bed but was holding back.

- Aftercare is a big thing for him, he liked to treat you as if you're a king, a god, an inhuman being. You're perfection to him so he makes sure you're treated perfect afterwards, he brings out a towel to wipe your face up as some cum drip out of your mouth. He places kisses all over your body before pulling you into a hug from behind.

- You love feeling his warmth from behind, the sound of his heavy breathing was so relaxing you fell asleep in his arms. He gently ran circles with his hands over your body to help relax you, which ultimately led to your quick departure into sleep land.

- He loved showing you movies from his time, you loved how excited and passionate he became when watching them. Telling you about how he lived in those times and about all the people he killed, you knew it was wrong but you let out a few chuckles. You told him that he can't keep killing innocent people and he finally understood when it came from your mouth.

- James Patrick March was absolutely head over heels in love with you, so it was no shock when he wanted to take the relationship to the next step...rougher sex and you happily obliged. The look on his face as he pounded away at your innocent hole was orgasmic, the way he through his head back was so hot. But since he had been rough with you the Aftercare was ALWAYS sweeter then when it was "vanilla sex" as he would say.

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#james patrick march #james patrick march head canons #x male reader #fanfic #gay #x male y/n #male reader

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irl-w0lverine · 3 months ago

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October 14th - quicksilver (smut)

Pairing : peter maximoff x reader

Warnings : MDNI!! DO NOT READ IF YOUR BELOW THE AGE OF 18!!

P in v, unprotected sex, peter talking you through it, no aftercare, human vibrator

A/n: im actually really struggling to write the rest of the fics, this is literally meant to be out tomorrow at the time of writing

DO NOT BLAME ME FOR WHAT YOU CHOSE TO CONSUME, ITS YOUR FAULT IF YOU READ FURTHER

Peters room was the go to hangout area for the two of you. It was usually the right temperature, he'd have a stash of snacks (of which were mainly twinkies), a few warm blankets for those cold nights you stayed over. It was always perfect.

That leads you to this night. Peters head was resting on your lower stomach as both of you were watching some crappy movie, mindlessly playing with the hem of your shorts.

You could feel his shoulder pressing against the one spot that had been aching for him all day. Every shuffle from him, you have to stop yourself from squirming, trying to get more pleasure from it. Surely he doesn't feel the same way.. Right?

"hey, you ok?" you hear peter ask you, your head giving a small nod, adjusting your position. Thats all you needed for a small whine to slip past your lips.

That stupid damn smirk. Of course he has that stupid damn smirk after hearing that.

"what was that noise?" he scoots up, his elbows proping him up so now his face is mere inches away from yours. His stomach putting pressure on the area you needed him to, causing you to squirm slightly.

"..nothing..?" you knew he wouldn't let it slide. His warm breath was hitting your face, his lips oh so close to touching yours.

"bullshit" before you even registered it, his lips were on yours. You couldn't help but kiss back, your hands going to his hair and pulling him closer.

✭✭✭✭✭✭✭✭✭✭✭✭✭✭✭✭✭✭✭✭✭✭

After a few minuets of making out, he begins to slip your shorts down your legs, kissing your thighs as he did so.

"god... Your gorgeous.." he groans, not waiting a second to rip his sweatpants off. He was so hard it looked painful, it looked like he would rip open his boxers.

With a blur, he's alright inside of you, his lips against your forehead.

"someones excited huh?"

"cant help it that ive waited this long" he chuckles, pressing his lips against yours once more but this time hes slower, beginning to thrust.

He starts of by being gentle, not wanting to use his mutation to its fullest extent just yet. He was pepering you with kisses anywhere he could reach, nuzzling his face between your breasts.

"you dont have to go soft on me, y'know? I can take it" you huff, getting a bit frustrated at the lack of speed from the guy that is literally known for speed.

"sorry princess" he chuckles "just dont wanna hurt ya'"

With that, he begins to speed up, his hands massaging your hips and thighs.

Not even a few minutes later, hes going x10 faster, his face burried in the crook of your neck. You had never thought he'd be the typa guy to whimper but he is definitely disproving you now.

His hips move in a blur, bringing you to the edge way faster than you'd thought.

"... Ugh... Keep doin' that... Please.." you whine, hands pulling his hair and your lips leaving sloppy kisses on his shoulder.

"wasnt plannin' on stoppin'.. M' pretty girl" his nails dig into your hips, his cock twitching against your walls as they begin to close in on him.

"AHG! Fuck... Shit" he grunts, his seed painting your walls white. His thumb sneaks down and rubs your clit, sending you over the edge and cumming around him.

"... Holy shit..." he huffs, his sweaty body collapsing onto yours.

"... That was amazing.." you tell him, only to realise hes fallen asleep cuding you.

A/n : sorry for how rushed and poorly written this is! Jaytober is kinda making me loose motivation especially since i dont have much free time to do it anymore and my mental health just loves to take a head first dive into depression

Thank you so much for reading! <3

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kai-anderson-whore · 1 year ago

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The summoning (jmp x tate Langdon x reader smut)

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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