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𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 — tate langdon

kinktober day five — caught in the act . . . tags ; mature content﹒mdni﹒fem!reader﹒p in v

TATE LANGDON sat beside you on the bed, legs stretched out, fingers playing idly with a loose thread on the comforter. the assignment you both were supposed to be working on lay forgotten between you, untouched.

“you’re not even trying to do this,” you pointed out with a small smile, tapping the notebook with the back of your pen. it was clear neither of you had any intention of actually finishing the project today. tate turned his head slightly, messy blonde hair falling into his eyes.

“because that shit is fucking boring,” he muttered with disinterest. he glanced at you, eyes lingering a little too long at your chest before shifting back to the ceiling.

“you don’t really want to do this, do you?”

you shrugged, pretending to refocus on the project. “we have to turn something in.”

tate let out a soft scoff, lips curling into a smirk. “You sound like a teacher.”

the door creaked open a few inches, and tate’s mother constance poked her head in with her usual unnerving smile.

“are you two alright in here? need anything to drink? Something to eat?”

tate’s body stiffened immediately, and he glared at her. “we’re fine,” he snapped, “can you just—leave us alone?”

her eyes flicked to you for a second, the fake smile fading slightly as she seemed to consider pressing the issue, but then she simply nodded. “alright, darling. just checking.” she disappeared, closing the door behind her.

tate exhaled sharply through his nose, rubbing a hand over his face. “she’s always doing that. all the coke in the world and she’s still nosing into my business.”

you watched him in silence, feeling his irritation coming off him like a stench. he then shifted closer to you on the bed, hand moving to brush against your thigh.

“i don’t want to work,” he said after a beat,

“i didn’t bring you here to do some dumb project.”

his eyes were on you again, and you knew exactly what he meant. there was something about the way tate looked at you, like you were the only thing in the world that made sense to him, and everything else in this shitshow world could go to hell.

acting coy, you tilted your head. “what did you bring me here for, then?”

•••

minutes later, you were regretting the decision for getting sidetracked. but not too regretful, with your boyfriend’s cock pounding continuously into you.

“f-fuck—tate, your mom is d-downstairs!”

you whispered breathlessly, eyeing at the door. tate either didn’t heard you or didn’t care, too busy pummelling his cock in and out of you. dark eyes narrowed to slits and nostrils flaring in what can only be called concentration, he was relishing in the way you trembled as he angled his thrusts just right for you; his tip kissing your g-spot every time.

“don’t– wanna hear about her right now,”

he grunted, leaning down to latch his lips around your nipple and sucking harshly. his grip on your hips tightened, pulling you flush against him as he ignored your protest. you could tell that tate was getting close when his hips start stuttering, the twitch of his cock buried deep inside you. wrapping your legs around his waist, you hitched your hips in an attempt to hurry him along.

“ahhh– tate ‘m gonna, ‘m gonna c-cum—”

just when you were gushing messily around him, there was a knock on the door.

“tate? i’m going to the korean store, make sure your sister doesn’t—oh for heaven’s sake!”

your eyes shot open, panic surging through you as you turned your head toward the door. constance stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide with shock, thin lips curling in disgust. you scrambled to move, to push tate off or pull the blanket over you, but he didn’t stop.

in fact, he didn’t even look up.

“mhm, so pretty,” he groaned, pumping his load inside of you. unable to help yourself, you let out a long, stretched moan and immediately felt embarrassed. constance’s eyes narrowed, face contorting with anger. she slammed the door so hard the walls rattled.

“if you and that dirty girl do something indecent in my house again, i swear to god, you’ll regret it!” she barked through the door.

tate barely acknowledged her. he just smirked, his hips grinding against yours languidly.

“told you,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you again. “i don’t care.”

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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

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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)

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high school sweetheart <3

I don't have an answer for this one yall LMAO

kimi and his model gf <3

On this fine Sunday, I gift all of you: Kurt in a speedo

Courtesy of Excalibur (vol 1) #33

playing dangerous

need

i can’t believe i won’t be a teenage girl forever.

i "make my interests my whole personality" TO YOU. to me I am a mosaic of everything I have ever loved and therefore am made out of love

fuck boy joost klein save me… save me fuck boy joost klein

this era is literally the personification of a 2 am “u up?” text idc

would u guys mind if i proclaim myself as the CEO of this joost era ? 😭😭😭

“mascara running down her little bambi eyes”

“lana how i hate those guys.”

they built my personality brick by brick ୨୧

making out over the top of their hero mask while you grind against their lap <333 it's kinda gross and you're not really kissing them, not really, but you still go for it as if you were really making out with them, tongue swiping against the slightly rough material as you leave an embarrassing wet patch in your absence. the best part is just barely feeling them smirk under that mask too, hearing them letting out little scoffs at your neediness and how you're making a mess of their costume on both ends. hearing them make little jabs at how much of a pervert you are for defiling a hero's costume, getting off on grinding against them while they just sit there and let you, occasionally grabbing your hips and moving you against them just to hear you whine out their hero name. they definitely love it too btw. they're so into it they almost cum in their pants. probably get hard when you call them their hero name, definitely having a perverse little saviour complex. mmm yeah <3