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trueangel420 · 21 days ago

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ PATHETIC -- DAY1 OF KINKTOBER ♡ .ᐟ

pairing ; sub!tate langdon x reader

synopsis ; you catch tate touching himself while you're gone, and decide to help him out.

warnings ; smut, masturbation, degrading, dom!reader, head-giving.

note ; 11 days of kinktober . it's past 12 am so i'm posting early!!! hope u enjoy my first smut fic xox

tate was panting in pleasure just at the thought of you. you were out with family, but he couldn't help but miss you. he'd never felt this starved since before he turned into a ghost. parting his lips, he released his supressed groans, eyes closing in relief. the door began to creak but he was so distracted, he didn't seem to notice.

"oh?" you said, smirk evident on your face. you entered the room and were greeted with tate touching himself.

tate looked up at you sheepishly, his face flushing with shame. he covered his crotch with a blanket at the speed of light, repeatedly avoiding eye contact.

"why so frightened? you look like you just saw a ghost."

tate stared for a moment before letting out a breath, trying to compose himself. reluctantly, he shook his head, "i—um wasn't expecting you..." he mumbled, voice trailing off.

you looked at him expectantly, "don't be shy, go on."

he was taken aback by your words, his flush deepening and his eves hinting with slight amusement. he hesitated before looking at you with shock at your boldness. "...w—what?" he asked, uncertain at your request.

"you heard me." confidence radiating though your words.

he nodded and slowly removed the blanket, feeling embarrassed due to your response.

stroking his cock, he began to fasten the pace. "mmh..."

you watched intently, intervening, "let me help you."

he stopped for a moment, eyes widening. that was the last thing he expected, but he swallowed his nerves and nodded in agreement. "...i would like that." he said softly.

you strode towards him with elegance, meeting his eyes as you sat beside him. you laid your fingers on his member, "you like that?"

"m—mhm." he hummed, turning his head away.

you lifted your free hand, using it to turn his face towards you, "use your words."

his heart skipped a beat at your bluntness, immediately following your orders. "i do... i really like it." he croaked.

"good." you put your focus back on his now throbbing cock and began to draw circles on his tip with your fingers, "how's that?" you asked, teasingly.

he was practically twitching, becoming ever so sensitive at every mocking touch. "m—more... please.."

"good boy, using your manners." you mocked, "i should reward you, shouldn't i?"

he nodded eagerly at your suggestion, waiting for your next move. you removed your hand and began to kneel infront of him.

"ready?" you asked him.

"yes, please." he begged, voice hoarse from his groans.

you chuckled and slowly made your way to his now twitching member, him shivering at your touch. you opened your mouth just wide enough and began sucking the life out of him.

"oh—fuckk...!" he threw his head back in satisfaction. "so...good..."

you spared no time reacting to his remarks, fastening even more to the point where tate was gasping uncontrollably, he'd never felt such an out-of-world experience, despite being a literal ghost.

he gripped your hair, guiding it to his pleasure. he was bobbing your head up and down at such a fast rate, that you were struggling to catch up with.

"i—i'm about to....!" he breathed hastily, interrupted by a flow of his liquids.

you got up after cleaning up the mess and asked him, "how was that?"

"amazing." he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

you smiled, "you're pathetic, you know that?"

he smirked, gazing at you softly. "but more importantly, i'm yours."

tags ; @fear-is-truth, @jazz-berry, @violetsghosts, @oceanblvd111, @zoomiesgroupie, @cxndiedvi0lets @comewhatmayy, @1itsmoony2002 <3

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trueangel420 · 21 days ago

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❝ I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU, EVEN WITH YOUR HANDS AROUND MY THROAT. ❞

— KAI ANDERSON x gn!reader

warnings — angst﹒death by strangulation synopsis — it wasn’t supposed to end like this. but god, you loved the way he lies. a/n — inspired by “love when you lie” by mylie taylor

you never thought things would end like this. then again, you never imagined you’d end up here at all—lying on the cold, hard floor of the basement with hands wrapped tightly around your throat, surrounded by the other members of the cult. how had it come to this? how had the dream turned into a nightmare?

there was a time when kai had made you believe in everything he stood for. his words felt like salvation, promising power and purpose in a world that made you feel invisible. you were drawn to his intensity, the fire in his eyes. it was all a lie, but you let yourself fall for it because he made it feel real. you let him weave his way into your mind, your heart, your soul—piece by piece, he chipped away at who you were until you became the version of yourself he wanted, and you embraced it, welcomed it, even. anything for your divine ruler.

you let him hurt you because it felt better than being alone. even when he kissed your scars that he’d inflicted, only to rip them open later, you convinced yourself it was worth it. he made you feel alive in ways no one else ever had, even as he bled you dry. the lies he fed you, the dreams he spun, they kept you going, even when you knew deep down they weren’t the truth. didn’t matter. you held onto the parts of him that weren’t real, and it got you high.

you should have left. god, you should have fucking left ages ago. but you stayed anyway, thinking that you’d die for him, not because of him. yet you are now, choking on the final breaths you have left. your mind drifts back to the countless times you let kai break you, only to come crawling back, hoping this time would be different. you loved his lies because they were easier to hold onto than the truth.

now, his hands tighten around your throat, his eyes blazing with blind rage. you try to scream, to tell him you’d never betray him, but your voice is gone, snuffed out by his grip. you hear him screaming out accusations, but the words blur in your ears. he thinks you’re the mole who sold him to the feds, that you’ve turned against him. the irony is sickening—you’re the only one who hadn’t.

while his other followers hesitated, casting wary glances at his increasingly erratic behaviour, you were his most devout lamb, worshipping kai’s words like they were gospel, believing in his grandiosity and delusions of power. even as his inner circle gradually distanced themselves, you stood firmly by him. he promised a future where you would rule by his side, and you believed it—believed him—when no one else did. you never doubted him, not once.

your lungs burn as you gasp for air that won’t come. the world around you seems to fray at the edges, shrinking to his grip and the pounding in your head. it’s getting harder to breathe. you claw at his wrists, but there’s no use; you can only stare up at him, searching for any trace of the man you thought you loved, but all you see is rage. something inside you breaks. maybe it’s the last sliver of hope you were holding on to, the belief that somehow, underneath it all, he still loved you. but that’s gone now. you can see it in his black tar-pit eyes—there’s nothing left.

your body feels heavy, too heavy to fight anymore, as the last shred of oxygen slips from your lungs. black spots start to creep into your vision, and it hits you—this is how it ends. you’re dying. you’d never expected it to end like this, but maybe you should have. maybe you always knew loving him would kill you, just not like this. not with his hands around your throat, squeezing the last breaths from your lungs. your heartbeat slows to a dull thud in your ears. the world grows quieter. as your consciousness slips away, you think you hear him whisper something in your ear—one last lie—but you’ll never know what it was.

then, everything fades to black.

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trueangel420 · 1 month ago

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tbh i would abduct him too i don't even blame them!

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trueangel420 · 1 month ago

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Kinktober Day 5: Sex in a crisis situation

Pairing: Tate Langdon x Fem! Virgin! Reader

Warnings: Gun stuff, p in v, unprotected sex, virginity stealing, sex in a pubic place, fearplay, kinda sorta non-conish, ruined orgasm, death

Word count: 775

✰Masterlist

You wish you never came to school today. You wish you never said good morning to him first period. You wish you never said hello to him in the hallways. You wish your teacher never paired you up for a project. Your heart raced; ears rung. Back pressed against the cool tile wall, it was the first place you thought of. Sure, maybe it wasn’t that good of a hiding spot, but you had nowhere else to go. You were the only one in the bathroom, which probably was a sign of how stupid you were.

Your blood ran cold as you heard the bathroom door swing open, heavy boots echoing off the walls. You forced back a sob, trying to curl yourself further into the corner. He knew you were there, though. “Hey..” his voice felt like sandpaper on your skin as he stood in front of the stall you were in. You wished you could just sink into the floor, disappear forever. But, of course, Tate would never let that happen. “Just come out. There’s no reason for you to hide.” his tone was softer, like he was trying to trick you into believing he was just a shy, timid guy. You were not stupid enough to fall for that shit, you very clearly heard the gunshots, you saw him, the blood, everything. Unfortunately, the lock on the door gave away easily after one hard push from him.

By this point, you couldn’t stop the tears that steamed down your cheeks. The shotgun in his hands was not helping at all. He noticed this and set it on the ground. “I’m not here to hurt you. I want to help.” your eyebrows furrowed, confused by what he meant. Tate then explained that he wanted to take your virginity, since you accidentally let it slip that you were a virgin once. Sure, you did find him attractive, but you would never have sex under these circumstances.

Tate coaxes you out of the stall, he touch is gentle as he wipes the tears off your cheeks “Relax. I promise to make you feel good.” He mumbles, kissing your neck. You felt like screaming, to yell and thrash around. But you didn’t want to be another face on the news. Tate worked at getting your pants off, whispering sweet things in your ear. You had always assumed that he had a thing for you, and this just confirmed it. He leaned you back against the counter, undoing his jeans. Embarrassment seeped through your skin at the wet patch on your underwear. You didn’t want to be turned on by him, by this situation. But seeing his cock made a shiver of excitement run up your spine.

He pulled your underwear to the side, his tip teasing your folds. Your leg is lifted up to get a good angle, his hand gripping your thigh. The initial push into hurt like hell, a hiss leaving your throat. Tate eased into you, his forehead pressed against yours, which would be sweet if it wasn’t for the looming feeling of a gun to the back of your head. Once his length was nestled deep inside you, he gave you time to adjust. It was overwhelming, the feeling of being penetrated. Tate thrusted into you, making the air become stripped from your lungs. Sex was something you always wanted to have, but not like this, never like this. Yet, you couldn’t seem to stop the moans that left your lips, the way your walls clenched around him.

Tate continued to fuck you against the counter, moaning your name into your shoulder. You couldn’t help but grab onto his shoulders, his thrusts were rough and hard, not romantic at all. Tears fill your eyes again when his thrusts start to get sloppy. You weren't close at all. After a few more bucks from his hips, Tate spills deep inside, almost reaching up into your womb. He pulls out, fixing his pants and pulling yours back up as well. That was your first and only time having sex, and he didn't even make you cum. Your legs couldn't support your body as you hold onto the counter for dear life. While doing this, Tate grabs the shotgun from the ground. You were dead before you hit the floor, your blood splattered across the mirror and counter. No doubt leaving a stain on this already shitting highschool by the time they came to clean up your body. Guess you'll just forever be known as 'one of the 16 victims'.

Star's notes -> Is this incredibly fucked up? Yes, it is. But, I've had this idea for quite a while but never knew when it would be a good time to post it. So why not Kinktober?

(This is day 5 of Kinktober 2024, for full list see here)

Taglist -> @marchsfreakshow @comewhatmayy @americangoofball444 @bamffbamf @urmomsg1rlfreind

@vondutchess4 @slut4evanpeters @httpstes @tommysaxes @xkaisxjazzxsingerx

@creepypasta-m4t @fear-is-truth @jdnymos

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trueangel420 · 1 month ago

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BARKING

{~Sensual Waves~}

alive!Tate x fem!reader

Summary: Tate and you went out for a walk to the beach at night. The campfire whispered some unspoken desires ...

Warnings: smut, fingering (fem!receiving)

A/N: this has no proper plot, a lil messy imagine that went straight to my mind so 🙃

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The air, impregnated with the scent of a fading summer and the saltiness of the sea. The campfire and the crashing waves having a conversation so deep, it drowns the sounds of the night. Tate wanted to take you on a date outside, in the night, beneath a star-filled sky and a full moon. Where nobody would disturb you. A cozy spot was just nearby his house. A beach, with sand so smooth it just melts under your feet, makes you feel you'd be weightless for a moment. You both sat there for a while, watching the fire dancing vividly, as Tate sat beside you, snuggled into you. His body warmth resonated a feeling of security, something you were longing for so long. You were sure Tate was the one who'd give you everything.

Tate gently placed a trace of warm kisses along your neck, your mind was fading away as it became one with the moment. Your eyes were shut, your hands were locked with his as you felt how eager he became, his breath got heavier, his soft breaths turned into groans and his kisses became sloppy signs of attention. He gently pushed you down onto the soft blanket, his lips never leaving your delicate skin. You agreed with a shy giggle as he responded likewise with a giggle. Suddenly, you felt how Tate's hand was creeping underneath your skirt, it made you jolt as your hand shot to Tates, your eyes met Tate's immediately with furrowed brows, you weren't sure about his move.

"Heey...relax, okay? You're gonna be fine, just..."

Tate cooed, as he continued to spoil your neck with kisses, his hand was soon reaching the wet entrance of yours, a smile appeared on his face like he found the jackpot. His slender pointer finger slowly caressed your clothed entrance, your panties were soaked already, a sign you were enjoying this a lot...or even too much. He got you caught in the act.

"I see...you're actually enjoying this, don't you?"

Tate spoke, your eyes were meeting his, you bit your bottom lip, cheeky but mixed with shyness...

"I don't wanna hurt you...or push you to anything you don't want to...I just want to make you feel good..."

Tate whispered, his hand cupped your face as he carresed that cold and soft flesh of your cheeks. You responded with a smile, your lips were meeting his as you ignited a hot kiss, your tongue entered his mouth, tasting him let your desire just grow. A soft breeze was combing your hair, strands of yours got tangled in between his fingers as he still held your face like it was the most fragile thing to hold.

Tate cupped one of your breasts as he knead it slowly with his veiny hand, a breathy moan left your throat, a clear sign for him to go further. His hand wandered from your breast down between your legs, he broke the kiss for a moment and locked his eyes with yours, you nodded in response as his fingers pushed away the wet fabric to unveil your pussy. You now sat between Tate's legs as he gently began to spread your legs for more access. You began to get more comfortable, you started to relax. The warm fire in front of you radiated a very pleasant heat, it was so cozy...

Tates head was resting on your shoulder, his fingers softly stroke the outer parts of your wet pussy, as he spread your juice smoothly over your pussy. You could tell he enjoyed playing around with your lips, as he softly massages or even plucks them. Your eyes were closed as you responded with silent moans. You became wetter and wetter the more he was stroking you. Your clit was heavily swollen and pretty sensitive. He added his thumb to stimulate your sensitive bundle of nerves while he carresed your lips with his index and pointer finger. You bit you bottom lip as your arousal was growing by every minute, your groans became louder and unsteady...

"Hmmgh...fuck, Tate"

You groaned, your hand was gripping his knee, your legs began to twitch.

"It's okay baby...let go...just...trust me"

He murmured into your ear, his warm breath was resting in the shell of your ear, his quiet voice so soothing yet arousing. Tate's pointer finger entered your swollen pussy, moving it in and out in an aching slow pace. His other hand reached down to spoil your clit with, slow, circling rubs while the other one was doing wonders inside of you with his fingers. Squelching sounds got mixed with the noises of waves chrashing into another in the distance and the crackling fire before you. A familiar feeling was slowly building up in your stomach, your grip onto Tate's knee became tighter and obscene moans stumbled out of your mouth. Tate's fingers became faster, as he hammered them almost mercilessly into your cunt.

"Ah-...Tate...I'm!!"

You exclaimed as you reached your high with a drawn out moan. Your breath was heavy, your moth was dry but your lust was quenched.

Your juice was running out of your pussy, Tate released some quiet moans himself. He pulled his wet fingers out of you, as he brought his cum-covered fingers to his mouth, sucking them dry with a lustful hum.

"Damn, you taste so good..."

Tate whispered, his lips collided with yours, the sweet taste of yourself was still lingering on his tongue. To you, a random possibility to taste yourself, and it wasn't that bad at all.

Tate hugged you tightly, as the night invited you to simply fall asleep outside.

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trueangel420 · 1 month ago

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Yall it’s time for me to confess something

I made a very impulsive purchase last week and today it arrived

I bought a thong and