Daddys Makeup (Kit Walker X FEM!Reader

Daddys Makeup (Kit Walker x FEM!Reader

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Warning: Fluff, I dont give the daughter a name so you can.

I walked in kicking off my shoes from work. Kit had a day off a decided to stay home with our daughter. I heard giggles and whispers as I listened intently trying to hear too. "Mommy is gonna love your makeup daddy." I heard our six-year-old daughter tell my husband. "Ya really think so princess?" I walked into the living room just in time to hear her say yes. "Well, as mommy I assure you, I love it. Your daddy has never looked prettier. In fact, you should have done my wedding makeup" Kit and the girl looked at me in shock. "Mommy!" My daughter ran to me wrapping herself around my instantly. "Hello mommy." Kit looked at me standing up from the floor. "Hello daddy." I smiled at my husband. "Mr. Walker, you look exquisite." He sent me a playful glare, the pink and red lipstick basically everywhere but his lips, the blue and pink glitter eyeshadow up to his eyebrows. Only now am I noticing the pink glitter nail polish all over his hands. "Mommy, doesn't daddy look pretty." I snickered at the look of my husband and nodded. "He looks like a princess." He glared at me, "I oughtta throw these heels at you." I looked to him pointing at the Cinderella heels in the middle of the floor. "No daddy, you have to wear them and the dress." I laughed once again only for my daughter to look at me. "Mommy, since you're here you have to wear it too, you can be Belle. I'll be Jasmine." My smile dropped but Kit's grew. "Well Mrs. Walka looks like you and I will be matching." I glared at him. "Fine baby, where's my dress and heels?" She handed it to me, and I went to the bathroom to put it on. As I came out of the bathroom Kit's eyes lit up. "I think I'm falling in love all over again sugar." I smiled at him before turning around to see my daughter coming out holding the knives from her kitchen set. "Alright, mommy, daddy, we're gonna go rob a bank." We both looked at each other in confusion but just went along with it.

I had this Idea and I hope it was executed properly.

served delivered ate it all up, no crumbs, yall could never.

James Patrick March x Fem!Reader Smut - “For Eternity” (18+)

request by @demxnicprxncess <3

CW: reader takes their own life!!!, mentions of James’s horrific necrophilia, negative self-talk, angst, fingering, penetrative sex and fluff <;3

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Word count: 2296

The hallways of the Hotel Cortez were filled with the macabre screams of your husband's most recent victim. The hotel's occupants were becoming increasingly concerned with the noise, so you took it upon yourself to warn your husband to put a plug on his murderous past time until everyone was at ease. After all, you both still had a business to run and without occupants, James’s blood-thirst would never be satiated.

The loud clacking of your t-strap heels were muted by the carpet once you ascended the stairs to the first floor. Fixing your hair as it fell in your face and smoothing out your drop waist dress, you approached room 64. The wailing had come to a halt, and as your hand hovered over the brass door handle, you thought that maybe it might've been over, and you wouldn't have to disturb your deranged husband at work.

But, deciding you wanted to see him regardless, you pushed open the door. Your hands flew to cover your mouth, tears pricking your eyes at the sight in front of you. James was in the process of slicing his victim with more than one knife, but was also slotted between her legs. You'd seen James kill a multitude of times, your marriage wouldn't work if that was kept secret, but it was unbeknownst to you that he later used them for sexual gratification.

"James?"

His head turns at the sound of your voice, his face falling when he registers what you'd walked in on.

"Darling, you needn't be in here, you know I'm busy," his tone is laced with remorse, as he removes himself from the woman, and tucks himself away.

"What is this?" You ask him, your hands still covering your mouth in shock, now bound to be covered in red lipstick, "you're sleeping with them now?"

Your chest hurt. You were so in love with this man, and nothing could ever convince you to be unfaithful to your marriage. Did he not reciprocate your love? Your absolute devotion seemed to be entirely disregarded; what you’d just witnessed a huge slap in the face. Your husband. Your husband.

"My dear it's not you," James grumbles, pacing towards you, "it satisfies my deepest, darkest desires, so I can then give you the best of me darling."

“Okay. Um-I’m just going to go, leave you to it,” you choke out, turning on your heels and closing the door behind you. Your heart felt like it was completely shattered; you weren’t enough for your husband because you were incapable of making him feel whole. In this moment, nothing anyone could say or do would convince you otherwise.

Marching down the hall with tears running down your face, the image of James with his victim replayed over and over in your mind like a broken record.

“Honey? Are you okay?” Liz Taylor placed a hand reassuringly on your shoulder; you hadn’t even noticed you were passing her.

“Yes, I’m sorry Liz, I have something I must attend to,” you brushed her off, aiming for the stairs and climbing to the penthouse on the highest floor.

Would you be punishing yourself or James more if you decided to retrieve the revolver from the first drawer of your nightstand? You knew that like your husband, you’d be stuck here, for eternity, never able to leave. Despite his overt infidelity, you argued with yourself whether he’d still be devastated with your death. “What did it matter?” You told yourself, reaching for the cold metal barrel of the gun, “he deserves devastation for what he did.”

It crosses your mind that maybe there was no ammunition in the cylinder, and if there was, maybe it was a sign. So you held it to your open mouth, and left your fate up to chance.

Squeezing your eyes shut and choking on woeful sobs, your forefinger rested gently on the trigger. Your whole hand shook as you dropped to your knees, now holding the grip with both hands to try and steady yourself.

Come on, come on, do it. He doesn’t love you, you’re not enough for him, just do it already - your mind was full with the same few whirling thoughts.

“Y/N!”

You opened your eyes as the door suddenly flew open, James standing in his bloodied apron in the doorway. The sight of him had you blink away more tears, shaking your head furiously as he approached you.

“My love- don’t be absurd, put down the gun,” James held his hands out to show he wasn’t a threat as he approached you, his eyes wild with something you didn’t see often, fear. It wasn’t enough for you to deter your eyes from the apron, that you knew he wore while he worked, and it only reminded you of what you walked in on earlier.

“Goodbye James,” your eyes closed again, followed by the fatal pull of the trigger.

You sat up, your eyes opening wide in surprise. You felt light, and numb, and wondered if you were dreaming. When your final moments flashed before you, you knew this wasn’t a dream, for you finally knew what it felt like to be dead. You felt hollow, but the ghost of your heartbeat still pounded in your ears, and you still looked around curiously to see where you’d ended up.

Clothed in a champagne-coloured silk nightgown and tucked tightly in your bed, you searched the familiarity of your bedroom for James. Almost as if he heard you stir and wake, he entered the room, in a white wife-beater and a pair of white underwear.

“You’re awake,” he spoke softly, as if you were made of glass.

You looked at him and noticed his downcast eyes, lowered lip corners, and slanting inner eyebrows. Your senses seemed to work in slow motion as he meandered over to the bed and sat on the edge.

“James? Did I die?” You ask, but you knew it was the same as asking if the sky was blue. To hear him say it would only make it real.

You reached out to grab onto his hand as he offered it to you. Despite how angry and upset you were with him before, it seemed to dissipate when you crossed into the afterlife.

“I’m afraid so, dear,” he answered, biting down on his bottom lip.

“What does this mean?” He laid down beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. He already missed the sound of your beating heart.

“You know what this means,” he whispered, “Our souls will be forever trapped here in the Hotel Cortez.”

Your next question was not in sequence with the others, but being once again wrapped in your husband’s arms, it felt right to ask.

“Do you love me James?”

You looked up to capture his reaction, his eyes only shuttering in disbelief as a small chuckle left his lips.

“More than anything, you know that. How obscene!” He manoeuvred you both in the bed to a seated position, “to see you die was by far the worst thing I’d bore witness to.”

James was a man of his word, and he would never lie to you, but you couldn’t help but still feel defeated by what you saw prior to your death.

“Shall I prove it to you?” He suggested when you didn’t respond, as you lay on his chest, slotted between his legs, his back rested on your plush headboard.

You weren’t sure what he might be offering, until his hands caressed the curvature of your hips, and travelled down to your thighs. The feeling of your husband’s hands were enough to make your eyes flutter shut and your lips to part; he knew you were wholly enraptured by his charm.

“My magnificent wife, my right hand woman, for you know I love to pleasure you- I will show you how much I love you,” James whispers in your ear, as his fingers ball up the hem of your nightgown, and grip onto your inner thighs to spread open your legs.

Your ache for him only intensified as he rid of your panties by pulling them down your legs, holding your thigh open with one hand tucked under your leg, bringing the other to his lips. His fingers slotted into his mouth to soak in his own saliva, before they found your clit.

A shuddering breath left your parted lips as he began to rub slow, delicate circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. The wetness of his fingers only made the moment more sensual. His fingers gathered the hair by your neck, placing the strands over your shoulder. He littered gentle kisses down your smooth skin, his lips soft like velvet. Your hands gripped at the sheets beneath you, as you spread your legs further apart to give him access to all of you.

Smiling against your skin, his finger dipped between your slick folds, collecting your already dripping arousal before returning to circle your clit.

“How does that feel my love?” He asks you, your eyes still screwed shut as you focused on the jolts of electricity coursing through your body from your stimulated core.

“So good James, oh my god,” you were already like putty in his hands. His fingers once again came down to your pulsing entrance, and with ease he inserted two fingers knuckle-deep.

A lengthy moan left your lips as his thumb now made work of your clit, his fingers beginning to pump inside you at a slow, steady pace. The room was filled with your noises, proof of your yearning and it was so crude it made a blush flourish across your face.

“You feel amazing, you are truly one of a kind,” James said, “I love how you clench around me.”

His words of praise in your ear had your legs shaking in bliss. His fingers thrust faster inside you, curling up to reach your spot of intense pleasure. Your hand untangled from the sheets to grab ahold of his wrist as he continued to plunge deeper inside you.

“That’s it baby,” he encouraged, “release onto my fingers.”

You reached your peak, closing your legs around James’s hand as he pleasured you through your orgasm. Your loud mewling provoked a low moan from James, who loved to marvel at you through your climaxes.

Once you’d come down from your high, James’s fingers abandoned you, and he moved from behind you, laying you down on the bed. He crawled on-top of you, sliding between your open legs and pulling down his underwear.

“My god I love when you cum, look how turned on I am,” James groaned, stroking his throbbing erection, spreading your arousal down his length.

“Make love to me James,” you begged, biting down on your bottom lip in anticipation for him to enter you.

“My pleasure darling,” he leaned down and connected your lips in a passionate kiss, as he simultaneously lined himself up at your entrance.

You gasped through the kiss as he entered you once again, encouraging him to bite down on your bottom lip and slide his tongue into your mouth. The slight pain of his teeth quickly subsided as his cock stretched out your inner walls, his tongue dancing with yours. It was hard to know where to put your hands, but you opted to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders for some leverage. James bottomed out inside you, hissing between clenched teeth as he felt the full extent of your warmth.

“Just like I said, one of a kind,” he breathed out, his hips beginning to rock to the steady beat of a silent drum. You’d never felt so full, your well-endowed husband the only man to ever perfectly fill you. Your thighs squeezed around his hips, as his thrusts only picked up in pace.

James steadied himself above you with outstretched arms either side of your head, as he continuously brushed against your g-spot. Whimpering, and in a total mess beneath him, your second time coming undone was on the rise.

“Darling, fuck,” James cursed, his own eyes shuttering closed as he felt the distinct tightness in his groin indicating he wouldn’t last for much longer either.

You could feel the telltale twitching of his throbbing cock inside you, arching your back only to have him thrust into you at a better, deeper, angle. It untied the aching knot in your stomach, your walls squeezing around James as you almost screamed at the feeling of your second blissful release.

James came shortly after, coating your inner walls in his warm seed, collapsing atop your shaking body as he came down from his high. You held him to your chest as he left kisses across the skin on your collarbone.

“Do you believe me now?” He spoke into your skin, before raising his head to peer into your tired, hooded eyes.

“Yes, I love you,” you said, kissing his lips once again before pulling away, although you could stay lip locked to him forever.

He pulled out with a wide smile, standing to retrieve his boxers before tucking himself back into bed beside you. His expression turned solemn.

“My love, how foolish it was of you to end your life, to be so cruel to yourself,” he whispered to you, “I never wanted to hurt you.”

You let out a deep sigh, yet you didn’t feel regret about what you did. In the end, you’d be with James until the end of time, and that outweighed the pros of being alive.

“I only need you,” you replied, resting a hand on his toned chest, gripping onto his wife-beater.

It took James a moment to reply.

“And I you, my beauty,” he said finally.

Can you please do our dear Jimmy Darling being insecure and so the reader gets freaky maybe sucks his fingers and tells him how much she loves him his hands and what they can do that leads into some smut? i rlly love ur style and would love to see how you play this out. ofc again its okay if not and its fine if you wanna change some things idm

thank u so much! &lt;3

MAGIC HANDS - jimmy darling x fem!reader (smut)

CW: sex scene, explicit sexual speaking, fingering, dick riding, dirty talk, cumming

STORY/PROLOGUE: you worked and lived at the freak show, in the circus. you weren’t a freak actually, you were a very great singer and used to sing with elsa at shows. when you walked into the circus for the very first time, it was love at first sight for you and jimmy. you started dating but jimmy was still very insecure about his hands.

SUMMARY: jimmy confessed you about his weaknesses and told you how much he hated having those hands. but you loved him so much and made him understand that in one of your usual ways.

“hey” you greeted your boyfriend as soon as you walked into your trailer (you and jimmy shared it).

the show was just awesome, they sold out all the tickets and you were very happy of that but your smile disappeared as soon as you noticed that jimmy was not on earth.

“hello? jimmy?? earth to jimmy!”

“oh sorry babe, when did ya come in?” he said.

“just a few seconds ago, are you doing good?” you asked while getting changed into more comfy clothes.

“yeah” he replied but you were sure that he wasn’t actually there - he was too lost in thought.

“mmh, are you tired? go to bed, come with me. it’s almost midnight” you suggested but jimmy kept being quiet which made you a bit worried.

“jimmy, what’s going on?” you sat next to him caressing his shoulder.

“it’s… nothing, love” he weakly smiled. jimmy has always been a lively guy, full of joy and good energy. he went through a lot but he never appeared vulnerable in front of you, jimmy never gave up in front of you.

“I know you well, tell me what’s going on please” you said getting your face closer to his.

“it’s just… ugh! everybody’s afraid of me! all the people make fun of me and my fucking hands! they call me the lobster boy… I’m sick of this” jimmy shouted angry, you got scared for a second but you knew that he wasn’t angry at you, he was angry at himself.

“I’m not enough… I hate my hands! I hate me!” he screamed again.

you took jimmy’s cheeks making him turning towards you, then you spoke - “you know, some people don’t appreciate the real art of the world. you are not a scary or disgusting freak! you are the best freak! the strongest, the bravest, the coolest!” you noticed jimmy raising his head and forcing himself to smile at you.

“…and the sexiest” you whispered into his ear and jimmy immediately got goosebumps. this time he smirked for real and lowered is head in embarrassment.

you softly kissed his lips, then you did it rougher, hungrier. jimmy twisted his arms around your waist and pushed you backwards making you lay on the couch. he put himself above you and continued to kiss you.

“people don’t know what your hands can do” you said sexily and grabbed his lobster hands.

"baby, what are ya doing?" he smiled.

“touch me” you said and sucked his fingers. jimmy was completely turning on. he pulled up your dress and inserted a pair of fingers inside you. you gasped and started to move your pelvis in sync with his thrusts.

“god I love you” you moaned. “and your magic hands” you continued.

jimmy pushed hard into you, until he suddenly took his fingers off and put the whole hand inside.

“oh my god!” you cried out. it was hurting a little bit but the pleasure was much more than the pain.

"jimmy! don't stop... please..." you whimpered. he kept pumping his big hand inside your vagina.

the whole trailer was full of your moans, jimmy was smirking proud of what he was making you feel.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" you orgasmed and cummed onto jimmy's hands. "look how special you are" you said still catching your breath and pointing at his fingers. jimmy looked at them and put them into his mouth, sucking off all of your juices.

"I want you inside me, jimmy" you said while sitting on his lap. "baby, I just put my whole hand inside of ya" he smiled and you smiled back. "I mean, I want your dick inside me" you explained while cupping his cheeks with your soft hands.

jimmy smirked and quickly unzipped his pants, then he took his boxer off freeing his erection and you saw how fingering you made him get horny. you sat on him again and quickly inserted his hard cock into your entrace.

"babydoll you feel so good" jimmy mumbled as you started to jump violently on his dick. "fuck baby, fuck..." jimmy grabbed your hips and guided you in riding it.

"I love you much jimmy" you moaned. "you're making mommy feeling so good..." you whispered into his ear as sexiest as possible. this action made him just cum within a few seconds, filling the whole caravan with both of your moans.

"oh god baby, you're the best girlfriend in the world..." he confessed staring at the ceiling, exhausted.

you kissed him and his hands sweetly.

“I love ya” he said and kissed you again.

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Can you please do honeymoon sex with James? Like for specifics shes waited till marriage to have sex and james flourishes at the idea of him not only being her first love but first fuck?

HONEYMOON SEX - james patrick march x fem!reader (smut)

CW: sex scene, explicit sexual speaking, dirty talk, pussy licking, fingering, penetration, cumming

SUMMARY (and prologue): you didn’t like having children before the marriage, nor having sex in general before the marriage. when you met james march he has always been very understanding with you so he never forced you to have sex with him (even if he really wanted to). after the marriage you and james went on honeymoon and you took advantage of the opportunity to finally have sex with your loved james.

it was 11pm and you and james were just arrived at the hotel in madrid. it was your first day of honeymoon and you couldn’t be more excited than that.

“love, I better take a shower now. I’ll be right back” you said and disappeared in the bathroom.

you took all your clothes off and got in the shower, then you took the lotion and softly started to lather your skin.

after about half an hour you finally got out of the shower and grabbed your bathrobe wrapping your wet body. you got dried and put your favorite pajamas on - it was a silk dress, short and light pink.

when you got out of the bathroom you could see james opening his eyes wider at the sexy sight of you. you made a little and short laugh and got under the blankets next to him.

you could see your strong and lustful man getting totally uncomfortable with you. “is everything okay?” you asked innocently, definitely teasing james.

he barely looked at you and mumbled a quick yes, then he grabbed a pillow and put in on himself trying to hide something.

“you have a boner down there?” you asked into his ear.

james gasped and squeezed the pillow. you noticed that and got above him. “I’m ready to do that” you said. james raised his head and laid his eyes on you.

“do what?” he knew what you meant and you deduced so because of his trembling voice.

you didn’t respond and you just kissed him. “you know james, I’ve never had a boyfriend before you” you whispered into his ear like it was a secret. as soon as you finished the sentence, james suddenly switched your positions and got onto you.

james immediately pressed his lips on yours and grabbed one of your breasts. he squeezed that making you gasp and accidentally bite his bottom lip.

“fuck…” you moaned as james took off his top part. you just looked at your husband’s perfect body and bite your lip.

“I’ve dreamed about this for so long” he confessed smirking at you. “dreams come true, don’t they?” you teased him again just to see his reaction. he lowered down on you and pulled up your dress a little bit, then he opened wider your legs and kissed your wet pinkish entrance.

“please james, please…” you whined. he didn’t hesitate at all and thrusted his tongue inside you. you laid your head on the pillow and rolled your eyes swooning.

“please… deeper…” you whimpered and grabbed the blankets with strength. james immediately inserted two of his fingers inside of you and thrusted them as deep as he could.

“james… I’m about to cum” you alerted him. “cum for me, darling” he let out a short and soft laugh in excitement.

as soon as james told you so, you just let your body do whatever it wanted. you completely abandoned yourself and released your juices onto his fingers and into his mouth.

“I’ve waited for so long and it was apparently worth it” he smirked still savoring you.

“do you… want me to fuck you?” james asked you. “yes, james. I do.” you said sharply to him.

james looked hornier, definitely. it seemed like james’s hands were shaking and he couldn’t take off his pants by himself so you stood up a little bit and started to unzip his pants. you did that slowly and sexily as you wanted him to pray to get your pussy.

“hurry… please” james whined. you just looked at him and kept undressing him slowly. you pulled down his pants and saw how big and hard his cock was, it seemed like it was about to explode at anytime. you took his boxer off and finally freed his erection.

he looked at his cock, then he looked at you and threw his head back.

james made you lay on the bed again, he took your dress off and put your legs right on his shoulders. in not a long time you felt the fullness of his dick into you and you moaned loud. “tell me if I hurt you and I’ll stop” he said before he started giving you harsh thrusts.

you felt his cock filling you perfectly, it was hurting a bit but you were actually too horny to pay attention to the pain.

“faster, james… faster” you could moan. james got surprised by your request as he knew it was your first time ever but he he didn’t question and increased the speed.

you gasped and screamed his name repeatedly. “I’m gonna cum” you said. “no… hold on a bit more… please” he replied. he was sweating and putting a big effort to give those rough thrusts. it was exhausting but very satisfying at the same time.

the thought of his dick pumping into you was making you cum easily so you tried to get yourself focused on something else to avoid cumming in that moment.

you started to think about how historic and vintage the hotel room was but as much as you tried to distract yourself, you couldn’t help ending up thinking about your terrific husband whom was fucking you in that moment.

“alright darling, cum for me… please cum, my dear” he groaned. you instantly burst into a series of exciting moans and cummed with james. his cum filled your insides ended up onto your stomach too. you just messed up all the hotel’s blankets.

“oh my god” you said while catching your breath. james stood up and went in the bathroom, then he came back with a pair of clean blankets and laid on the bed next to you. “such an unforgettable experience” he commented. he covered both of your bodies and kissed your soft lips again.

“goodnight, my dear” james said but you were already sweetly sleeping. he just looked at you a smiled at the sight of his beautiful woman.

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Boy in the Halls Cooper Day x FEM!Reader

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Part two Part one here

The next day I seen him in the hall again and went to see him again and even apologize for overreacting yesterday. But as soon as I seen him, I seen Emma walk straight up to him and just inhale his face. My heart broke as I watched. I heard soft giggles and then Emma turning around and practically barking "I didn't know the kids were around." I noticed as Cooper looked at me and I turned around walking away and into the bathroom. I just sat myself in the stall as I felt tears streaming down my face. "What did I do wrong?" I wiped my face not quite understanding why I was crying. "(name, I can't go into the girl's bathroom but uh are you okay?" I stood up walking out pushing him out of the way and going to class. After class I left with some friends, they passed me a joint which I gratefully hit. I watched as Cooper walked up to us and stuck his hand out making me hand it to him. After his hit he gave it back to the first girl. "Cooper Day." I heard Emma's annoying voice call his name. "Hey." She glared at him while I once again took my hit passing it back. "Oh yeah, I'm supposed to kiss you, it's cooler." He leaned in making me turn around but then I heard her again. I completely cut he off and kept smoking. I heard everyone oohing and ahhing assuming they kissed. I watch her turn around pulling him into her to make out. I lost it again and walked away, Cooper following behind me. "Wait, are you okay?" I glared at him and then kept walking. "Look, I have something to do I'll talk to you later okay?" I just ignored him and kept walking. I walked down the hall to my locker making him notice me, I noticed he had a paper in his hand which could only be his little thing for the school writing bullshit Emma was in. Shit my locker jammed. "Hey, uh Cooper, do you think you could help me with this?" I watched as he looked at the door to the journaling room, great I was going to put last again. I sighed looking down and hit my locker to make it open, it didn't. "FUCKING HELL" I wanted to kill everyone at this point what the literal fuck was going on in my life. I heard Cooper mumble a "dammit" before walking to me ripping up the paper in his hands before pulling me into a kiss. I did the only thing I knew to do. Push him. "What the hell Cooper?" He looked at me sightly guilty but then I kissed him again running my fingers into his hair. "Cooper what the fuck are you doing?" He turned around but I kissed him again. I heard Emma walk off before he pulled away. "Wow, you kiss better than her." I frowned at him. "I'm joking." I smiled at him. "I gotta go Cooper Day." He smiled at me.

I got a call from Natalie and answered. "Hey girl-" I heard a laugh, "Wow, I could've sworn I was a dude." I laughed and looked at the phone. "What do you want?" "You to come over." I thought for a minute before asking my mom to drive me. "She said I'd have to stay the night Coop." "okay then." I laughed and hung up getting a little bag together. Once I got there I knocked, and his mom opened the door. "Oh, hey.." "Mom no. She's coming with me." I laughed as he drug me to his room. "Wowww, it's dark." He glared at me. "You're pretty." I smiled at him. "You're cute" I felt his lips on mine again laying me back while he rested inbetween my legs kissing me gently.

I was in for a night of kisses and cuddles nonstop huh?

shower sex with tate 😉

Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader Smut - "Every Inch" (18+)

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word count: 1107

"Are you coming?" 

You poked your head around the corner of the door frame to see Tate with his nose in a book, supporting the back of his head with his bicep as he lay cross-legged on the bed. 

"Hm?" He barely even noticed the shower was running, not enough for it to excite him anyway. 

"I said, are you coming to shower?" you step out from behind the doorframe, your arms crossed over your bare chest in amusement. Tate would normally never pass up the opportunity to shower with you, let alone gawk at you naked, but this book had him absolutely enamoured. 

When he didn't respond, you sauntered to the edge of the bed, sitting by his side. 

"Byron?" you ask, as Tate shakes the cover with its torn dust jacket at you, "The Castles of Athlin and Dunbayne," he mutters, flicking the page. 

Beginning to become frustrated, you place your overstretched hand on the tanned pages of the book, Tate finally averting his gaze from the book to your face. He looked irritated at first, until his eyes raked over your bare breasts, and then the book was almost flung across the room. 

"Are we having a shower?" he asks excitedly, rising from the bed and kicking off his shoes. 

"Yes, I asked you like a million times," you exaggerate, watching as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. 

"Fuck yeah," he reaches out to grab a hold of your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you into his chest. 

"Okay come on, we're wasting water," you giggle as his lips tickle the skin at the crook of your neck. 

"Race ya," he shoots you a cheeky smile, before disappearing into the bathroom, forcing you to follow.

You stand by the hob step of the shower as you admire Tate, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands running through his blonde curls as he soaks under the shower head. Stepping in quietly, you suddenly wrap your arms around his waist, causing him to jump in surprise. 

"Shit! You scared me," his eyes open, and he chuckles, before leaning down and kissing you. 

 “Loofah?” you ask him, holding out your hand so he can fulfil your request. He reaches behind him to retrieve the loofah hung on the cold-water tap, and then hands it to you with his bar of soap. 

“Tate, I told you- I’m not using your soap,” you whine. He pouts at your rejection of his soap bar but puts in back in the soap dish anyway. 

“I’m not getting my hair wet either,” you warn him, pointing an accusing finger at his chest. He liked to fully submerge you under the running water even when you weren’t washing your hair just to annoy you, but today, you weren’t up for any of his mischief. 

“Yes ma’am, I promise,” he placed a hand sincerely on his chest as if he was taking an oath, until they both reached down to rest back on your hips. He watched with his bottom lip between his teeth as you lathered your loofah in body wash and handed it back to him. He enjoyed washing you because it made him feel like he was taking care of you, but it also meant he could fondle your naked, wet body, which happened to feel like heaven to his senses. 

He started at your neck, lathering to your shoulders, and then to your breasts, his tongue poking out between his teeth as he concentrated on scrubbing every single square inch of your body.  He paid extra close attention to your chest, his hand that wasn’t using the loofah coming up to give your breast a quick squeeze. You couldn’t help but let out a small moan; his wet hand sliding against your sensitive skin left your head feeling foggy.  

Showering with Tate was never just a shower. He always got so fully immersed in the intricacies of your body that he couldn’t help but press his lips to almost every piece of exposed skin. His kisses had your head falling back to rest on the shower wall, as his fingers and the loofah only descended further down your body. He washed your stomach, your thighs, your legs, and when he’d finally dropped the loofah in a lustful haze, both of his hands continued to explore, until his fingertips found your already throbbing clit. Your hands shot up to grasp onto his shoulders as his chin rested on one of yours. 

His fingers gently slotted between your slick folds, lathering the soap on his hands from one end to the other, finishing on your clit, where he began to rub slow, steady circles. Your back arched to press your dripping chest to his as he lets out a low moan into your shoulder, his teeth leaving a small bite mark in your smooth skin. Nothing turned him on more than pleasuring you. 

“Do you like how my fingers feel?” the mood changed from playful to lustful when he continued his sweet assault on your sensitive bundle of nerves with one hand, his other coming up to knead the tissue of your breast. 

“Oh my god- yes, Tate,” you couldn’t muster out a sentence, as your arousal builds unbearably, overstimulating all of your senses. Tate reads your body language and chooses the right time to slip his fingers from your clit to your entrance. You moan in sync as two of his fingers enter you to the knuckle, stretching out your pulsing walls blissfully as he backs you against the tiled backsplash. 

You lift a leg to hook around his hip as his fingers begin thrusting in and out of you, this thumb resting back against your clit deliciously.  You melt into a mewling mess as Tate expertly curls his fingers inside you, the repeated action forcing you to dig your nails into his shoulders for some kind of leverage. His pace quickens, every vigorous dig into your sweet spot chasing you closer to your undoing. 

“Tate please, I’m cumming,” you felt Tate smile against your skin and plant a gentle kiss on your neck before intense waves of pleasure coursed through your body, your thigh quivering as it tried to stay hooked against Tate’s hip. Coming down from your orgasm, Tate’s fingers abandon you, and you couldn’t help but feel the dreaded longing for them to return. 

But Tate was quick to change the subject, even with his erection, throbbing, and flush against his stomach, he went to grab the shampoo bottle from the ledge. 

“Wash my hair?” he asks with a bright smile.