#sub!Tate Langdon

[frankenkyle19]

Be my good boy

WHOOOOOO here we go. Think this is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written. wordcount: about 1.5k I think

triggers/warnings: mommy kink, sub Tate, handjobs, oral (male receiving), slight overstimulation, begging

You and Tate had been together for a while. Sex was nothing new to either of you, especially sex with each other. Tate was always horny, it took almost nothing to get him going. That’s why when you were sitting on your bed, reading a book you had just picked out, Tate made himself known to you.

“Hey y/n” he said from the doorway, startling you a bit. You beckoned him to come sit next to you, but paid no mind to him after that, turning your attention back to the book.

After a few minutes you began to grow frustrated with how fidgety Tate was next to you. 

“Tate can you please stop moving- it’s really annoying-“

“I’m sorry-“ he mumbled. He sounded… pained? You turned over to look at him, his usual pale face was covered in a crimson flush, his palms sweaty and clamped together. His sugary brown eyes met yours, blinking up at you. He looked like the most magnificent being you’d ever seen. He blinked a few times before he spoke. And what he said nearly sent you into cardiac arrest. 

“Mommy-“

“What-“ You blinked in confusion, looking at the boy next to you with wide eyes. What had he just said?

He flushed in embarrassment, sweater sleeves covering his hands as he fidgeted “mommy- it’s like- it can be a sexual term. Like daddy- you know when you call me daddy sometimes?” His voice was so soft, and there was a hint of neediness behind it.

“You want to call me mommy?”

“Mmm, yes please” he whispered. You noticed how his hips seemed to involuntarily grind up into the air, in search of a friction that he didn’t receive. 

“Are you horny right now, Tate?” You asked, marking the page of your book and setting it down before sitting up, taking a closer look at his body. As your eyes trailed down his frame, you noticed the bulge in his blue jeans. Well that answers your question.

“Tate- baby, why didn’t you say something?” You frowned a bit. He was usually so vocal with his needs.

“I just- I want you momma-“ he whispered, voice cracking on the last word as he looked at you for approval. That’s all he ever wanted from you. 

“Of course baby, of course.” You whispered, hand coming to rest on his thigh, which caused an immediate reaction. He whined softly, hips bucking up at the feeling of your hand so close to where he needed it. He needed you. He felt like he was going to explode if you didn’t touch him soon.

“Momma- m’so hard, I need you.”

You gently shushed him, pulling him into a kiss as your hand gently brushed over the bulge in his pants. He was hot and heavy, and oh so ready for your touch. 

Tate was a strange being. His emotions, habits, and actions, but right now all he wanted was for you to take care of him.

“I’m gonna make you feel better, okay baby? Does that sound good?” He barely managed a nod as you palmed him before unbuttoning his pants “you gotta help momma, okay?” The nickname was foreign on your tongue, but it wasn’t bad. In fact, it was kind of enjoyable.

He lifted his hips for you to get his pants and boxers off in one go, letting them fall somewhere on the floor.

His cock hit his stomach, leaving a shining trail of pre-cum in its midst. His tip was red and swollen, his shaft covered in thick veins. He felt himself twitch as you looked at him and he swore right then and there that he could cum untouched.

“Baby, you’re so hard, how long have you been like this?” You cooed as you gently traced a finger up his length 

“M-most of the day… I tried to jerk off but I couldn’t… get there.” He mumbled, obviously embarrassed. 

“Oh baby boy, you should have told me sooner.” You gently wrapped your hand around him, which caused him to cry out “shh, Tate, baby, you’ve gotta be quiet.” Your free hand covered his mouth as you slowly stroked him.

His cock easily slipped between your fingers as you stroked him, his pre-cum lubing his dick as well as your hand. 

He threw his head back into the mattress as a groan left his lips, his hips bucking into the heavenly touch. 

“Oh f-fuckkk momma-“ He panted, sweat glistening on his forehead as he pulled up his sweater to see your movements, before deciding to pull it off all together. He was much too hot with it on anyway. To watch his cock slide in and out of your hand, a crude squelch every time your hand passed over his tip before going back down, made his head spin, pleasure creeping up his spine. 

“I think you deserve a bit more than my hand, don’t you baby?” You whispered, pausing your movements 

“Like w-what- oH FUCK-“ he was cut off by a curse, a moan being ripped from his throat as he felt the warmth of your mouth on the tip of his cock.

You did not give him head a lot, not because you didn’t enjoy it, but because he was so fucking loud when you did do it. The whole neighborhood could probably hear his screams.

He tried to buck up into the warmth of your mouth, but you quickly stopped that, pressing down on his stomach with your hands.

Your tongue traced his slit before lightly dipping into it, licking off the bead of pre-cum that slipped out.

Tate swore he saw stars. His vision was hazy from pleasure and he could barely lift his head up to watch you as you traced his tip with your tongue.

“Momma- more- mghh- p-please-“ he whined, “I want to cum- f-fuck please-“

“Aww baby boy-“ you cooed, before squeezing the base of his cock, perhaps a bit too hard, just to get your point along “not yet.”

He yelped at the pressure on the base of his cock and cried out, a tear slipping down his cheek at the feeling of the pain mixed with pleasure 

“So fucking greedy Tate- god, look at you. You’re such a slut-“

“Momma!” He cried at your words, shaking his head “m’not, I’m your good boy-“ his bottom lip quivered, doe eyes threatening to overflow with tears.

“Are you my good boy, Tate? Are you?” You squeezed him harder as he tried to squirm away

“I am! I am momma I promise! P-please- please be gentle oh god-“ He was torn between bucking into your touch or shrinking away from it. It was so fucking much, but it was so so good.

“You are my slut, baby boy. Bet you’d even let me fuck you, wouldn’t you? Let mommy fuck you with a strap on? Fuck your tight little ass?” Your free hand slipped below his balls and trailed to his hole, running a finger over it gently. “Has anyone ever touched you here, baby boy?”

“No momma- oh god- please please- it hurts- it hurts so bad I need to cum-“ he was so pretty when he begged.

“You’re so pretty Tate, such a good boy.” You went back to stroking him. He got used to the pleasure once more, and once he was distracted you slipped a finger inside of him. You didn’t move it, didn’t dare scare him, just let him get accustomed to the feeling. He faltered a bit, the new feeling foreign but not bad.

“Momma?” He questioned as he looked down at you. You’d never done this with him before. It was new to the both of you 

“Shh baby boy, I’ve got you. Gonna make you feel so good.” His hole clenched around your finger, sucking it in farther. It stung a bit, but god it felt so fucking good. 

His stomach tensed as he got closer to his release “m-momma please let me cum- please I can’t- I can’t hold it-“

You debated denying his right to cum, but you’d tortured the poor boy enough. He had been so good for you and deserved a reward.

“Cum for me, Tate. I’ve got you, just let go baby boy.” You cooed, curling your finger up into his ass a bit more which caused him to explode. His cum shot up his stomach, some even reaching his chin, as you jerked him through his orgasm.

His body went limp against the bed, the only sounds that could be heard were the slick sound of your hand on his dick, and his pants. You pulled your hands away once his body began to tremble harder. You looked down at the boy below you, smirking. He looked absolutely wrecked. 

“Aww, my poor baby, do you feel better now?” You let your tongue dip into the still warm cum that adorned his chest. The sight made Tate nearly cum again. After you had cleaned his chest, you pressed your lips to his, letting him taste himself on your tongue.

You’d let him rest for a while, but you certainly were nowhere near done with him. 

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[with-every-piece-of-me]

Sweetheart; Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Tate Langdon x fem!Reader

Summary: You come home after a weekend away and Tate's so glad you're back. 

Warnings: Sub!Tate, Dom!Fem!Reader, grinding but no actual penetration, one use of the word "mommy", kind of a handjob but not really (?), let me know if I missed anything! :)

Words: 1.6K

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You stumble up the stairs of the house, you haven't been home for the past couple of days, you missed Tate, sure, but you wanted to stay over at a friend's house for a sleepover. You adore Tate, but you also want a social life, even if Tate disagrees with that.

You sigh softly as you stand in the doorframe, the door is ajar and you can see into the room partially. You see the blanket hastily hanging off the side of the bed, it's flat on the bed then there is a rise under the blankets, and you can see someone is lying on your bed. The figure isn't moving, implying they're asleep but you know a stranger isn't gonna just break into your house to take a little nap, you already know who it is.

"Tate....?"

You call out softly, your voice comes out almost no louder than a whisper but you can tell he heard based on his slight movement, his supposedly sleeping figure shifts slightly under the blankets. You know he isn't asleep, why would a ghost need to sleep?

You walk up to the bed, and place your hand on the left side. Tate's lying silently on his side, he won't turn around to look at you.

"Tate?"

You call out again, this time a bit louder and clearer. You're met with Tate turning around to look up at you, his eyes are watery and red, and he has tears rolling down his cheeks slowly, covering the previous and now slightly dry tear stains. His cheeks and nose are rosy and red, your heart breaks slightly at the sight.

"Oh, sweetie..."

Tate leans into your touch as you reach out and graze his cheek softly with the pads of your fingers while you try to talk to him despite his deviated state.

"You were gone for so long... I was worried you had left me."

The boy stammers to the end of his sentence as he pulls himself up so he can sit. Tate looks up at you in sadness with a glint of relief in his eyes. Relief that you haven't left him, relief that you came back, back to him.

"I would never leave you, Tate... You know that."

You reply with a small but reassuring smile. You slowly sit on top of the blanket on your bed, Tate completely shifts his body over to face you. He reaches his hand out to grasp your own lightly.

"Stay here, in bed."

Tate requests as he stares up at you with a glimmer of hope plastered on his face, his doe eyes staring up at you – you chuckle under your breath.

"But, I have to unpack." 

You tease as you pull your hand away slightly and try to hide your slight smile, finding his desperation strangely endearing.

"No-! Stay..."

Tate demands as he pulls your hand back, his grasp on your hand is tight but not to the point of pain. His voice was laced with desperation. He looks up at you, his eyes glossing over.

"Of course."

You smile lovingly as you place your free hand on the side of his face, you lean forward to place a kiss on his forehead gently.

As you pull away Tate stares at you lovingly. He smiles as he places his hand on your hip, he slowly moves his hand under your shirt and rests his hand on the skin of your waist, tracing light shapes with his fingertips.

You place your hand behind his neck to pull him into a soft kiss, and in an instant, he kisses back in a needy manner. You move your hand up his neck and into his hair.

Tate gasps softly as his hand grips your waist and you tug on his soft, curly hair gently. You let go of his hair and pull away from the kiss, Tate looks at you in confusion and eagerness.

You place your hand on his shoulder to push him from lying on his side to lying on his back. you kneel on the bed and move yourself to straddle his waist, Tate stares up at me with a small smile on his face. you slowly pull his shirt up and off, you lean forward to kiss him quickly before pulling away and peppering kisses from his jaw, down to his collarbone, your lipstick leaves small but noticeable stains on his skin. The kisses and marks you leave are met with small whines and groans from the man below me.

"I'm sorry I was gone for so long, sweetheart..."

you whisper as Tate props himself up on his elbows, his curly blonde hair now somewhat disheveled.

"Then show me how sorry you are."

Tate states, a smirk plastered on his face, you chuckle softly at his request.

"Oh, don't get cocky now. I might not."

you state as you put your hand on his chest and push him back down, his head hitting the soft pillows.

you trace your nails lightly down his torso, goosebumps quickly following your trail. Tate's breath comes out shakily and unsteady.

"...please..."

Tate breathes out, barely above a whisper. you look down at him and smile sadistically.

"What did you say, dear? I couldn't hear it."

you grin as you draw a slow line from his stomach to the waistline of his pants with your fingertips, earning a groan from the man below me.

When he doesn't answer and instead just whines in response you hook two of your fingers on the waistband of his pants, pulling them back ever so slightly but only to snap the waistband against his waist as Tate gasps in response.

"Sweetheart, I can't give you what you want unless you ask."

you tease as you feel his muscles tense. Tate stares up at me with doe eyes as he's acting as though he has too much pride to beg for what he wants, but you know him better than to believe that, he just wants me to give him what he wants without him having to do anything.

you move down from his waist to be straddling his hips as he stares up at me with a hopeful gaze, you would've thought he wouldn't be so naïve to think I'd just fuck him without him following a simple order.

you lean in closer, your lips only a few inches away from Tate's, so close yet so far. Just as it seems as though I'm about to kiss him you move your face away from his and instead begin kissing and biting his neck gently, leaving a trail of marks and hickeys on his neck to his jaw.

As you do so the man beneath me lets out sighs and breaths of relief as I'm finally giving him at least part of what he wants.

you smirk slightly as you get an idea, you begin gently grinding your hips against his, giving him the bare minimum friction you can as there are still layers of clothing between the two of us.

you grind your hips against his agonizingly slow as he begins letting out chocked-out whimpers, you can feel the vibrations from the noises he makes in his throat as you continue trailing kisses along his soft skin.

However, Tate's been so needy all weekend, practically destroyed at the fact that you've been away for a few days and now that he finally has you, you barely give him any friction, how cruel.

Tate whines pathetically as he tries to buck his hips up against yours needily, desperate for just a little more friction to relieve himself of the want he's had for you all weekend when he hasn't been able to do anything about it. It's almost cute, how much he aches for your touch.

You sigh as you move your hips up, just out of reach of his body, rendering his desperate movements useless as you've completely taken away any friction he's had due to him being too needy for more. Tate's desperate pleas for you to give him just a bit more only fall upon deaf ears as you have no intention of giving him anything just yet.

Tate groans softly as you run your hands down his waist, resting your left hand on his hip while your right hand slowly makes its way into his pants, tracing gentle, slow circles around the tip of his already hard cock, causing the man to moan before biting his lip to try and keep quiet. God, it's so easy to get him riled up for you.

He moans and whimpers while trying to stop himself from rutting against your hand as his hands grip the bedsheets to try and keep at least a little bit of control over his body.

"What's wrong, baby?"

You ask in a teasing and sadistic tone as you continue to tease his tip while kissing and biting his neck tenderly. Your words only cause mumbling pleas to fall from Tate's mouth, although they're all too mumbled and rushed to fully hear what he's begging for in specifics.

"I need to go unpack."

Interrupting his begging while you move your hand out of his pants, moving to be sitting up with your knees on either side of his hips, you're so close to him but too far away for him to touch you the way he so badly wants to.

Just as you're about to get up you feel Tate's hands gripping your thighs, pulling you back down onto him as you're now sitting on his lap straddling his hips once again, you can feel how hard.

Tate looks up at you with teary puppy eyes as he bats his lashes, his cheeks still have a pink tint to them.

"Please, mommy... Touch me?"

(I've been in a creative rut lately, and this has been in my drafts for months now, and even though I hate it I decided to edit and post it, sorry its not that good. I might to a PT2 but Idk yet <3)

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[quicksilversg1rl]

The Sweetest Boy

Tate Langdon x Fem Reader 

Warnings: mommy kink, oral(f receiving), dry humping, intercourse :)

Your mom had forced you to go shopping with her this morning, you really didn’t want to, all you wanted to do was curl up with the new book you had just gotten and spend your entire day reading but clearly your mother had other plans.

The two of you had left the house around 8 am and it was currently 15:25 and you were spent. You helped her bring the bags in and then immediately went up to your room. 

Just as you opened the door, someone had placed their hands around your mouth and over your eyes. You let out a muffled scream as they pushed you against the back of your bedroom’s door. 

The person finally uncovered your eyes and once your vision cleared you had realized that it was just your boyfriend Tate. He let out a laugh as you started hitting his chest. 

“Did I scare you?” He said as a smirk made its way across his face, moving his face into the crook of your neck as he placed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on the exposed skin. You just shoved him away as you made your way to your bed. You plopped down onto the soft material, looking up at Tate as you opened your arms, signaling for him to come cuddle you. He immediately jumped on top of you, burying his face into your chest. 

“I missed you; you were gone all morning.” He said as he lifted his head up to look at you. You leaned down and placed a soft kiss onto his lips. He smiled into the kiss as he made himself comfortable between your thighs, his hands moving under your shirt and caressing the soft skin of your belly. 

“You tired?” You asked him as his eyes began to droop. 

He just nodded his head as he placed his head of unruly curls onto your chest and closed his eyes, your hands automatically moving into his hair, this was one of your favourite nap positions as both of you felt content and safe in each other’s arms. Tate was soon sound asleep, and you took this as your opportunity to start reading the interesting book you’ve been dying to read. 

Just as you were getting into the book, your room door flung open, and your mom appeared in the doorway. 

“Your father and I are going out, don’t wait up- oh hi Tate.” Your mom said as she finally acknowledged the sleeping boy on your chest. 

“He’s asleep so he can’t hear you, but I hope you and dad have fun.” You whisper yelled towards your mom. 

“Thanks honey, is Tate sleeping over?” 

“Yeah, things are a bit hectic with his mom right now so he’s going to stay here for a bit if that’s okay?” 

“Oh of course, poor thing; anyway, see ya, love you babe.” 

“Love you too mom.” You whispered as she closed your room door. You lifted your book back up and started to read again. 

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You were almost done with the book, and you lifted your hand to cover your mouth as a plot twist unfolded on the pages in front of you. You were about to turn to the next page when you heard a muffled groan come from the boy resting on your chest. 

You place the book down, wondering if you were just hearing things. You looked at Tate again and just as you were about to pick your book up, he groaned again and this time it was accompanied with a thrust. 

“Momma please.” You heard Tate mumble in his sleep as his lower half kept rutting into your core. Your eyes widened as you realized what he was doing. 

“Tate baby, I’m gonna need you to wake up.” You said as you ran your hands through his hair. He slowly started to wake up, continuing his slow thrusts into your core. You bit down onto your bottom lip, almost drawing blood as you steadied your hands onto Tate’s waist. You kept him still, his thrusts coming to a standstill, his face immediately falling into a frown. 

“You alright baby?” You asked the blonde boy as he shook his head. 

“What’s wrong Tate?” You asked as he tried to bury his head back into your chest. 

“I had a dream about you and now it hurts so badly.” He said whining against your chest. He grabbed ahold of your hand and brought it to his crotch, his hard on rubbing against your hand. 

“What do you want Tate?” You knew exactly what he wanted but you wanted him to voice it. He just groaned against you as he tried to bring your hand into his pants. 

“No baby, you gotta use your words.” You said as you brought your hands to brush his hair out of his face. 

“I need you momma, so badly.” He said as a few tears fell down his face. The sight before you made your core heat up, he looked so hot like this, all needy and desperate for you and only you. 

He moved towards your lips and started kissing you sloppily. You shoved your tongue into his mouth, the two of you going at it as he continued to grind against your soaking core. 

“Just keep doing that baby, you’re doing so good for me.” You moaned as Tate moved his kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He suckled on your neck surely leaving bruises. 

“Momma can I please see you?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he rutted against your clit. 

You quickly reached for your shirt and pulled it over your head. Tate immediately latching onto one of your nipples as his hand went to the other, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your hardened nipple between his fingers. 

You threw your head back as the pleasure consumed you, running your hands through Tate’s hair and tugging on it, pulling a soft moan from the boy.

“I’m so close momma, so close.” He said as his thrusts got sloppier. As soon as the words left his mouth you grabbed his hips, stopping his sporadic thrusts. 

“No please momma I was so close.” He said as disappointment flowed over his features. You just shut him up with a kiss, the two of you roughly making out as you flipped the two of you, Tate now under you. 

You maneuvered out of your underwear as Tate did too. 

“Take care of me please.” He said as you grabbed ahold of his hardened cock and ran it through your folds, Tate gasping at the feeling. 

“Of course, baby, I’ll always be here for you.” You said as you finally sunk down onto him, both of you gasping at the feeling. 

You began bouncing up and down on his dick, throwing your head back as he hit that spongy spot inside of you. 

“Momma please I can't keep it anymore I really need to come, momma please.” He pleaded with you as you began spelling his name out on his cock. 

“You can keep it in longer; I know you can and because you’re such a good boy you definitely won’t cum without my permission, right baby?” You said as you looked down at Tate writhing in pleasure.

“Always a good boy for-for momma.” You smiled at his response as you picked up the pace, leaning down and placing your lips onto his neck. You sucked on his sweet spot, raking your nails up and down his chest. The pleasure was all too much for him, he really did try and wait for your permission, but he just couldn’t hold it in anymore. 

“Momma I’m going to cum I’m sorr-so sorry momma!” He screamed as his cum painted your walls white. 

You felt his release and looked up at him from where you were suckling on his neck. 

“I’m really sorry momma.” He said as he caught his breath. You brought your hands to his face and brushed your thumb across his bottom lip. 

“Shhh, it’s okay baby but you’re gonna finish what you started and mommy’s going to sit on your pretty little face, is that alright?” 

He all but moaned at your request, quickly moving you up and on top of his face.

You hovered above him but you were quickly brought down onto his lips as his hands gripped your thighs. His tongue moving along your folds as his nose stimulated your clit. Your moans grew and you unconsciously started grinding against his face.

You could feel your orgasm approaching as his tongue moved from your clit and down to your entrance, the action made you throw your head back in pleasure loving the feeling of your boy pleasuring you.

“Baby I’m so so close.” You said as you felt his nose nudging your clit, the action once again sending you over the edge.

Your grinding came to a stop as Tate continued to lap at your juices carrying you through your euphoric orgasm.

You moved off of his face, watching as his slick covered mouth pulled into a smile.

“How’d I do momma?” He said as you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“You did so good baby, made me feel so good.” You said as you ran your hand through his curls. He smiled at the action and brought you down to kiss him, you happily obliged at the action and brought your lips down to meet his in a soft and loving kiss.

“How bout we go shower?” You said as you pulled away from Tate’s lips. He nodded his head at your question as you grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom.

His hands never left your waist as the two of stood by your shower waiting for the water to warm up.

The two of you eventually got into the shower, the water flowing over your body, Tate pressed a kiss to your neck.

“I love you so so much.” He said as he pressed his lips to your shoulder.

You brought his face up with your hands and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

“I love you too baby.” You said as the two of you stayed close under the stream of water.

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[yes-divine-ruler]

sub!tate langdon with mommy!kink, where he humps on her leg like a little needy boy to make it up to her after a fight, cockwarming kinda

Sorry Mommy - Tate Langdon

CW: dry humping, baby subby tate, dom reader, cockwarming, lots of whining

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You lay with your back against your mattress, staring up at the ceiling at the fan as it spun in slow circles. You tried to take deep breaths to help distract you from the fiery rage that was building inside you. Your boyfriend Tate had disappeared after your small argument, leaving you to plummet deep into your own thoughts. Your fight spiralled after it started with you telling Tate to stop leaving his dirty clothes all over the floor.

"Do you even care?"

"No, actually, I don't,"

"I swear, you never care about anything!"

"You're not being serious right now, it's literally just fucking clothes,"

"They're all over the floor Tate! Pick them up! I can't stand the sight of our bedroom right now!"

"I'm going, this is fucking ridiculous."

It's been almost half an hour, and your anger has fizzled down to a slight pang in your chest. You spent most of the time glancing over at the door, seeing if he'd appear, with the same puppy dog eyes he always gave you when he was sorry, and he wanted your forgiveness.

You try and stifle the smile that threatened to spread across your face when Tate finally appears in the doorframe, looking down at his shoes, kicking at the floorboards, his shoelaces untied.

He doesn't move until you let out a sigh, and pat the bed beside you, motioning for him to lay down next to you. His eyes lock with yours, and you can see how glassy they are. Your heart hurts seeing him so upset.

"C'mere baby," you coo, as he finally shuffles over to the bed, laying down on his side beside you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He breathes in your comforting scent, as you lay your hand in his soft blonde curls, combing through them.

“What’s wrong?” You ask softly, as he kicks off his shoes, leaving his feet in mismatched socks.

“I feel bad,” he says quietly, not daring to look at you as he sniffles into your neck.

“You just have to be tidy Tate, that’s all.” you offer the solution, but Tate continues to sulk. He’s never been able to handle your arguments well.

“I don’t like when you’re mad at me,” he grumbles, his arm wrapping around your chest, his hand resting on your opposite shoulder.

“I’m not mad anymore,” you reassure him, tilting your head to kiss his hair.

“Yes you are, I can tell,” you feel the rough fabric of his jeans from around his crotch rub against your bare thigh, “I’m sorry, mommy.”

“It’s okay baby,” you breathe out, his leg resting atop yours to get a better angle of your thigh. With his face still set in the crook of your neck, you notice his breathing picking up pace, as he begins to rock harder into your thigh.

“Is something else wrong?” You ask him, lifting his head so you could see his face. His pupils had drowned out his dark irises, his face blotchy from crying, his lips red and swollen. He looked so defeated, but the bulge building friction against your leg said otherwise.

He just lets out a soft whimper, his hand on your shoulder coming around to creep under your oversized shirt, cupping and kneading at one of your bare breasts.

“Use your words Tate,” you say more firmly, his eyes glued to your parted lips, as he lets out a small cough.

“Yeah,” he answers finally, his lips attaching to your jaw, leaving wet opened mouth kisses. Your eyes close momentarily as you let Tate use you to stimulate himself, his erection only growing bigger with every brush against your thigh.

“Take these off baby,” you reach down to unbutton his jeans, unzipping them and helping him pull them down his legs. Now only in a soft sweater, his boxers and socks, Tate lets out more whiny moans, now only a millimetre of fabric separating his sensitive, leaking cock from your smooth bare skin.

“Momma?” He asks, his lips by your ear as he whispers into it.

“Hm?” You ask him, letting out a soft sigh as he sucks on your earlobe, his fingers pinching around your hard nipple.

“Can I.. go inside? Just a little, I just wanna- I wanna feel you,” he says, blush rising onto his cheeks.

You smile at him, cupping his cheek with your hand and kissing his soft lips. He groans softly into the kiss, as your hand comes down between you to palm him through his boxers. He’s quick to prod at your mouth with his tongue. You open your mouth wider to allow his tongue to fight with yours, your kisses soppy and ringing in your ears.

You pull away, biting your lip as your thumb strokes his defined cheek bone. He looks into your eyes hopeful, and so fucking needy, trying not to furrow his eyebrows from the pleasure your hand is giving him below.

“Okay baby,” you reply, the smile on his face making your decision so much more worth it.

You pull down at his waistband, his erection finally springing free from the confines of his boxers, swollen and seeping pre-cum. The sight alone almost made your drool, before you pull down your own underwear, lifting your shirt so it’s balled around your ribcage.

You turn to your side, your bare ass now up and rubbing against Tate’s throbbing cock, begging to enter you.

“Now mommy?” He asks politely, holding his cock in his hand and stroking it softly. Your hand comes around between your bodies and takes over his, guiding it towards your entrance.

“Just a l-little- please,” Tate begs, as his tip enters between your pulsing folds, your other hand coming down to rub at your clit.

“Ohh fuck mommy,” Tate groans, as he pushes himself further inside you, stretching you out deliciously with his length.

“That’s it baby, you stay there okay?” You tell Tate, as he bottoms out inside you, his toned stomach pressed against your back.

“Feels so good, my god,” Tate whines, kissing your shoulder through your shirt, his fingers digging into the fabric.

Tate can’t help but move his hips, thrusting slowly and only a little bit in and out as small moans leave his lips. You grab his hands, bringing them around to your breasts again for him to knead.

“I’m in heaven,” Tate mumbles, “see I’m so sorry mommy, you make me feel so good, I promise I’ll be tidy.”

“Good baby,” you say, receiving a small kiss on the cheek by Tate, “Mommy’s gonna make herself cum on your cock okay?”

“Okay, please,” Tate replies, as you begin to bounce back against him slowly, feeling his fingers on your bare breast, and your own fingers circling your clit.

His needy whimpers in your ear as you contract around him and his cock twitching inside you drives you crazy, soft moans leaving your own lips as it’s your turn to use Tate for your own pleasure.

It doesn’t take you long to cum. When you did, Tate sucked on the skin of your neck, and suddenly his pace quickened inside you.

“Oh my god- Tate!” You moan, his whimpering turning to grunts as he too finishes, inside you, and refuses to leave once he’s done.

“Feels s’good mommy,” he nuzzles his head back in your neck, wrapping his arms around you, “I never wanna leave.”

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✦ TATE'S A NEEDY BOY 

PROMPT ➜ tate was the sweetest person you could ask for, but what happens when the only person you can’t say no to, starts being needy ?

TAGS ➜ dom!reader x sub!tate, whimpering, impact play, degradation, humiliation, slight bondage and restraining, slapping. 

Tate’s a fucking whore. You’ve tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t true for months, but it didn’t work. You have to also admit you liked it. He was a whore just for you. A needy whiny desperate boy that is all yours and only wants you. If he wants attention from you he’ll get it, one way or another.

You’re on a business call ? He’ll start undressing right in front of you with that desperate look on his face that you couldn’t resist. 

You’re busy with homework ? He’ll start palming himself letting out a moan or two. 

You’re trying to concentrate on something ? He’ll make you suck on his long slim fingers making you gag on them until you gave up. 

Tate had lots of problems, you already knew that. What he doesn’t know is that you enjoy them. All the times he cried about his mom, all the times he cried because he just loved you so much ? They all made you so aroused you were ashamed of it. You like being tate’s mom and he enjoys being your son. He liked all the times you pulled his hair because he was acting up. He liked all the times you took care of him while he was sick. He liked all the times you cuddled him to sleep in such a lovely and motherly way. He was your son, and you were his mother. Once he even called you mom by accident, but it felt so natural, it felt so good you didn’t even bring it up. You definitely had a mommy kink, and to say he loved it was way too little much to explain how he felt every time you called him a good boy or gave him a kiss on the forehead. There’s no way, there are no words and there are phrases to describe the way and the motherly urge to assist tate in whatever he needs. The way he cried made your heart wrench but also made you so aroused you couldn’t hold it back while seeing him in such desperate and ruined state. That’s the word. You wanted to ruin him. 

He definitely knows how to get on your nerves. You were in the kitchen trying to finish some math homework you had been working on for a bit now, when the little slut entered the room with only a towel around his waist, hair wet, abs in the air, hands super veiny and the most ridable arms you’ve ever seen. You focused back on your homework when you suddenly felt someone behind you. 

“What’re you doing sweetheart ?”

Oh you were going to ruin that man so bad he won’t be even capable of speaking such lustful words. His voice was so sweet and the deep it made you skip a heartbeat in your heart and feel an extra heartbeat in your clit. 

“Nothing, just some math homework.” You said in a non chalant voice, knowing damn well this motherfucker was up to something.

“Take a little break, will ya’ ?” He put his hands on your shoulder driving them to you cheeks, caressing them.

“You know I can’t Tate. I’ll be done in a minute, just be patient.” His hands paused, taking them off your face. 

“Please, five minutes that’s all I ask” He said in a begging tone, you know what’s going to happen, because it had already happened a thousand times.

But how could you ever say no to your sweet needy boy ?

“Tate please, don’t do this you know I can’t. Please.” He wasn’t going to give up that easily, wasn’t he ?

He looked at you for a few seconds, and decided the to take a chair from the table you were sitting on. Okay know you were definitely confused. 

Let’s just say you kind of didn’t expect what happened next. 

He sat on the chair, then started palming himself through the towel. 

You stopped breathing for a second. 

He brought his other hand to his mouth trying to cover the sinful noises he was making. 

He was a fucking moaning, whimpering mess. God, you loved this man.

“Please look at me. Please.” That voice. You looked at him. Rosy cheeks, tears flowing, hands veiny, hurt eyes.

“Please mommy, touch me.” You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. This was the last fucking straw. 

Your panties were soaking wet, it was time he would finally learn his lesson. 

You got up, took your MacBook charger, which was the longest one, walking towards him, realising he stopped palming himself.

As soon as u were looking down on him, he whimpered. 

He started sobbing, grabbing his red stinging cheek, looking at you in fear and shock. 

Heart beating. Really fast. Did you really do it. He was panicking. Fuck. 

You slapped him. You really did slap him. Then why did you both enjoy it ?

You forcibly took his hands putting them behind the chair, tying them up with the charger. 

“No plea-“ another slap. 

You took his face in your hands. 

“ If I hear you say another fucking word I’ll leave you here forever. God, you disgust me. Do you fucking enjoy tate ? Huh ? 

Do you like it when I treat you like my son ?

Do you like calling me mom ?

Are such a fucking deprived fucking pervert ? “

He started uncontrollably sobbing. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life. 

Such pretty tears. Such pretty cheeks. 

You pulled his hair, making him cry even more. 

Soulmates, they were. The mom and the son. 

You brought your face in and softly kissed him, making him shut up. 

You left his lips, but he was begging for more. 

He wanted more more and more. 

You took off his towel and got on our knees. 

He was an honest eight inches, bit veiny, pink tip. 

You pumped him a few times, earning lots of grunts and whimpers from him. 

“Please I’m begging you, I will do anything just please. “

Aren’t men so beautiful when they beg ?

You took his tip in your mouth, glazing your tongue over it a few times.

He was so close to cumming. Your mouth was heaven. 

He loved you so much. 

Only you. 

Always and forever. 

Feeling your sweet tongue around him, he hissed. 

He jerked his hips, trying to feel a bit more. 

Get more, more and more. 

You took his tip out of your mouth with a pop sound, and you felt him desperately sigh.

You untied him and left him there. 

He took his dick in his hand, and pumped it a bit of times.

But it wasn’t fucking enough, he needed you. 

As soon as you saw him, you walked back to him. 

His left cheek was red and stinging again, his head to the side. 

He tried so hard not to cry, eyes all teary. 

“Don’t you even fucking dare. 

Do not touch yourself. “

He started sobbing, arms roping on your waist face lying on your stomach. 

You put your hands in his hair, caressing it while he was unstoppably sobbing. 

“You’re such a good boy aren’t you ?

So needy, and for what ? Are you that perverted ?

Hm ? Are you, Tate ?

You’re just a whore aren’t you ?”

He couldn’t even explain how much he was embarrassed and shamed in that moment. 

Then why did he enjoy it that much ?

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Hi! Sorry to bother, you really don't have to do this but if you don't find it disgusting, weird or repugnance I was thinking about something like Tate with a lactation kink. Since he has a mommy kink I was thinking about writing something like this would make sense, and I really like everything you write, I was just looking at your profile and you can already consider me your fan. You really don't need to write this, but if you did I would be really happy because it sure would be perfect! ♥️

Alright I'm gonna do this as the reader has Galactorrhea which is when you produce milk without being pregnant.

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Mommy's Milk| Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lactate Kink, Mommy Kink, Boob worship, Nipple play? Mommy issues, Cock warming, soft smut? sex, wet dreams, cream pie.

I walked in the house waiting for my boyfriend to pop up. I had gotten this house when my parents died in a car crash. "Momma" I turned my head to face the boy with tears in his eyes. "Tate?" He walked up to me wrapping his arms around my waist his face buried in my breast. "What happened baby?" He sniffled softly, "Constance." I rubbed soft circles on his back kissing the top of his head. "Wanna talk about it?" He started pawing at my breast shaking his head no. I went to pull his hand off my boob, but he looked up at me with pleading eyes. "Momma, I'm thirsty..." I looked down at the boy nestled into my boobs. "C'mon baby." I walked him to our room and laid on the bed, I slid off both my shirt and my bra. "I want to feel you too..." I smiled at him slipping off my pants and panties too, watching as he joined me, naked in the bed. He slid himself between my legs and then into me, letting out a faint moan followed by a whimpered out "Momma" I started to rub his back, his lips attached to my breast, and he let out a muffled moan and just rested in me while sucking at my breast, drinking the milk that came out. I heard soft snoring after a while, the sucking come to bit of a stop. He had fallen asleep just like a baby would. I went to push his off gently but then remembered his cock was still in me. I then heard him whimpering softly making me look at him, I felt him slowly push his hips into me making me moan and wake him up. "C'mon baby wake up; I need you up." He stirred in his sleep a bit before looking at me. "Momma I need you..." I smiled at him as he pushed his lips back onto my sensitive nipple and started pushing in and out of me. I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned at the feelings he made me feel. He kept sucking at the milk that came out of my boobs and into his mouth, drinking it as much as he could while still moving in and out of me gently. "Momma I love you so much. I'd never hurt you on purpose." "I know baby, momma knows." His thrust got deeper before I spilled on him and him into me. My insides now painted with his warm, wet, seed filled cum. "Tate I'm sore." He whined before detaching from my breast. "Sorry..." I smiled and rubbed his before telling him sweet nothing and cuddling him, while he still was inside of me, one hand still on my breast.

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[marchsfreakshow]

Clingyness {Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader}

You're watching a horror movie with Tate, and he gets worried for you, so you decide to find a way to comfort him.

For my big sis @lilthbunny 💜

18+! Minors dni with this fic.

Warnings!: Oral (M receive), praise and praise, p n v, Sub!Tate, Dom!Reader, horror movie generalness, mommy kink, kind of ooc Tate, crud smut writing.

Tate and you were snuggled together, under a warm duvet, the rain was storming, making the atmosphere feel more and more like a cliche. But he was resting his cute head on your chest, an arm placed around your waist, as one of yours held his own waist. No one dared disturb you two today.

It was Halloween.

Despite Halloween being the day that ghosts could roam free, Tate wanted to watch a movie tonight. It made you happy anyway, too many parties and drunk rowdy teenagers. He agreed that it was a night to stay inside and watch Halloween movies. Snacks were on your lap and Tate's lap, with two hot chocolates on the bedside drawer. Nothing but the best for my princess, Tate thought, looking up at you. You were distracted by the movie. It was a movie you somehow had never seen.

The Banana Splits Movie.

The premise of it enticed your horror movie-loving heart. It was a scrapped Five Nights At Freddy's script, but the creator rejected it, so it was created as its own movie. A horror movie about killer animatronics that don't act like actual animatronics. Being you, you had to look up everything about the movie and even watched a YouTube video about it which counted the kills and went into detail about how the movie was made.

But, bringing you out of your thoughts was Tate cuddling himself up to you, like he was trying to get on top of you or in your skin. Either of them would be okay with him. "Baby, you okay?" You asked softly, petting Tate's hair. He looked up at you with a dark puppy eyes look and nodded towards the TV screen. A character had been sawn in half from Fleegles's magic box. His fiance, kneeling by his head, and crying, mourning her loss. It ended up scaring Tate, and his imagination was going crazy, worrying about what if that happened to you, or if any of the kills happened to you or him. Losing you in any way possible made Tate scared out of his mind. "Oh, Tate..."

"I like the movie, but I don't want to lose you like that."

"Baby boy, you know I'm smart enough to not get myself into a situation like that." You replied as Tate made a little 'mmh.' noise. Sighing, you kissed Tate, gently holding his face. He kissed you back, suddenly eager. As the movie carried in the background, both you and Tate carried on with a make-out session. The screams and general horror movie noises kept going, the light from the TV lighting your back as you were straddling your boyfriend's lap. It didn't distract you at all, considering something was distracting you instead. "how about I prove to you that I'm gonna be by your side forever yeah?" You quickly asked, sitting up. Tate nodded, smiling.

Both of you started to move to each other's wants and needs. Tate holding you at every angle possible, and you remove your clothes as well as Tate's. The duvet was the source of warmth, but you doubted you would need it in a second. So, while Tate was distracted by leaving hickeys over your chest and collarbones, you decided to grind on him and his exposed cock. Moved back and forth slowly, making sure he felt every part of it. He shook slightly with every moment, taking a grip on your waist and small, little whimpers leaving his mouth, and yours. The only other noises you heard were coming from the TV. Well, fuck the movie now, you thought, staring at the clingy, whimpering boy you were on top of. But, you stopped eventually, and the whimpers were left with sounds of Tate wanting you to grind more on his hard dick. Instead, you crawled down onto your stomach, holding yourself up with your elbows.

"You ready my darling?" You asked, pumping Tate painfully slowly.

"Please, please mommy.." With the whines Tate made, you kept on pumping him but licked the head of his dick, coating it in your own saliva with a mix of his pre-cum. You stared up at him, not wanting to show him any mercy, but he was so cute to you, humping your hand and his eyes rolling back. Just for being so cute, you praised your boyfriend by enveloping his head in your mouth, taking your time to go up and down, and attempting to hit every good spot you could find. Your hand slid up and down the last little bit of Tate's cock that you couldn't fit in your mouth, but he didn't seem to care as he kept thrusting in your mouth to all he liked. Quickly though, you stopped him and sat up, resting back on his cock lightly. "Mm fuck, mommy.. continue, please?"

"You're such a good boy, aren't you? Wanting me to do everything?" Tate nodded in reply as you leaned down, kissing and sucking his neck, small hickeys appearing everywhere. Tate clung onto you like he usually would, staring at you softly. "Mm, okay then, just for being such a good boy for mommy," You whispered in his ear, lining yourself up and lowering yourself on Tate's cock. He grabbed your hips immediately and unconsciously, ready to start thrusting. However, before he could start fucking you to the stars, you took his hands and pinned them to the bed's headboard with your own hands, using them as support as you started to move up and down. The feeling of going so slow made Tate want to start thrusting in you and making you feel good like he had plenty of times before.

Both of you started thrusting, which in turn almost made you see stars. Tate's more needy, but it felt so good either way. "Oh f-fuck I love you.." He muttered, his breathing heavy, and his hands gripping yours as they were still pinned above his head.

"I love, you too my cutie." Thoughts of edging Tate ran around your empty, desperate mind as you could sense he was close. The extra whines, calling your name out more, trying to snuggle into your neck. You decided that you should, so you let go of his hands. But just as you did, Tate pulled you down and stopped you thrusting, confusing you. "p..pup what are you doing-" you interrupted yourself with almost scream-like moans as Tate did nothing but thrust up and hard, you were unable to control yourself as you clung to him, and came as fast as you blinked.

Tate soon realised that, and stopped. "Are you okay? I'm sorry if I went too hard." You got up despite being shaky and laid beside Tate, catching your breath. Both he and you took your drinks, drinking the now lukewarm hot chocolate.

After you had enough drink to suffice, you put it back and smiled at Tate. "I'm okay, were you close?" In which he nodded. "C'mon, on top of me baby." He grinned, moving on top of you and immediately re-entering you. He started sloppily thrusting again, you clinging to him again as he hit everything right where it felt good.

Only a few minutes went by before, "mommy...fuck fuck, mommy-"

"Cum."

Tate cummed inside you, still holding onto you as he rode it out best he could. Both of you reached for the towel that was placed sort of intentionally by your bed and cleaned each other up. "I'm so proud of you baby boy, I love you."

"I love you Y/N." Tate kissed your nose gently, putting the duvet on top of you both, getting comfy again. By now the movie was three-quarters done, but you still watched it, cosying back up with Tate being in your arms.

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Gentle with me...

Sub!Tate Langdon x Gentle!Fem!Dom!reader

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🚨 Warnings: Use of toys/pegging, anal fingering (m receiving), Anal sex (M recieving), vibrator use (m receiving), safe light system (Tate says yellow at one point), begging, crying, nipple play, Tate being a whiny sub🚨

A/N: I am so tired, this is my first and possibly last smut. it is 3 a.m. I do not care about errors, yk what i meant and i'm sorry. I hope you guys enjoy this and I won't have regrets in the morning.

"Tate, we don't have to do anything if you're not ready, baby." You watched Tate's nervous eyes from behind you in the mirror as you adjusted the strap-on to fit your hips.

He immediately averted his gaze, looking down at the floor, his cheeks blushed furiously.

You made your way over to the bed where he was sitting, interlacing your fingers with his. "Talk to me, my love." you placed a gentle kiss on the right side of his cheek "Tell me where your head is at."

"I'm ready...i'm just nervous...i've never done anything like this before.."

"You have nothing to be nervous about Tate, just relax." You reassure him by running your hands through his blonde curls "I always take care of you, don't I? You know that."

The blonde immediately nodded, his nervousness soon turning into excitement. presenting itself with a tent in his boxers.

Tate absolutely adored when you topped, being under you just felt right to him. He was almost always the submissive one when you two had sex, he loved watching you bounce up and down on his dick, using him as your personal dildo. He trusted you with his body wholeheartedly so when you brought up the idea of pegging, he was almost immediately enamored by the idea after doing his own "research" of course, he had never taken anything up the ass before, he never really got the chance to explore his body before there were seventeen bullet holes put into it.

You smirked, feeling him harden up against the palm of your hand, just the slightest touch could drive him crazy, "you trust me, right?"

"I trust you y/n." he whispered breathlessly, as you sensually slid his boxers off, the friction causing him to whine out. His erection fully pronounced against his stomach when you finally got them off.

"I know, my love," You looked him up and down, he was so beautiful like this. His big brown eyes peering into yours, searching for direction, "Lay on your back for me, legs up baby. I wanna see your pretty face while I fuck you."

He did as he was told, laying back on the bed holding up his legs so you could see his pretty pink hole, completely untouched, vulnerable, on display for you and only you. He was completely red in the face

"Good boy. So obedient." you teased, running your hands up and down his thighs, you were more than ready to open him up, anticipating the feeling of being inside him, even though you wouldn't feel anything, the thought of Tate moaning your name as you filled him up with your cock, made your core throb. You noticed that the blonde boy beneath you was nearly shaking with nerves, his entire face red from anticipation "Oh baby, just relax." you tsked, moving his hands, and resting his legs on your shoulders so he wouldn't have to do as much work, "Is that better?" you asked, softly.

Tate nodded, feeling a lot less tense, "Feels a lot better."

You made your way down, leaning your body against his, so you were chest to chest. Your faces only inches apart, the dildo resting right on his hole, causing his eyes to widen, were you just going to put it inside of him? So quickly?!

Just as he was about to freak out, and move you away, you calmed his nerves with a passionate kiss, that lingered on his lips for about 10 seconds before you made you way down to his neck. He took a deep breath trying to keep his composure, but he couldn't stop his eyes from rolling to the back of his head as he melted into your touch. The feeling of your lips against his neck always drove him crazy, he was so sensitive especially when you made your way up near his ears.

The blonde's cheeks flushed from the almost overstimulating amount of pleasure, as your hands explored his chest, rubbing your thumb around his nipple, another sensitive part that could make Tate melt like putty in your hands, you wanted to make sure he was completely relaxed and comfortable before you even put one finger in.

He whined out, his breath hitching in his throat as you continued to nip at his neck, he felt your hand making its way down to his ass, rubbing his soft entrance with your middle finger, not pushing in quite yet, and letting him get used to the feeling.

He wasn't too freaked out, the feeling wasn't terrible, just foreign to him "...Just be gentle with me okay, y/n?" he whimpered, covering up his face with both of his arms, trying to hide his shyness

"I will baby, i'll check on you," you whispered softly into his ear, sending a chill through his body. You moved both of your hands to remove his from his face, pinning them above his head, so you could look deep into those dark eyes, "If everything's going okay just say green, if you need me to slow down, yellow, and if it becomes too much or something hurts, red." you placed a tender kiss onto his lips, that only lasted a few seconds but the minute you pulled away, Tate was begging for more, trying to sit up and lean into it, "I have to finish my instructions, angel," you shushed him, your thumb stroking his cheek "if you say red i'll pull out immediately."

Tate nodded, staring up at you, immediately lulled to safety from your thumb stroking his cheek "Like stoplights?"

you nodded, reassuring him "Like stoplights, my darling."

Tate breathed a sigh of relief, he felt very safe in your care. You always seemed to know exactly what you were doing, and how to take care of him

"I'm just gonna use my fingers to get you open, are you ready?" there was a comically large bottle of lube on the nightstand, you could never have too much. It was water based of course, so the silicone in the toy wouldn't break down, you had done your research.

He nodded, eyelids low as he looked up at you "I'm ready, y/n"

Tate's legs were still propped up on your shoulders so you had easy access to the target of your desire, you pumped a generous amount of the slick liquid onto your index and middle finger.

You were merciful, circling his hole with some lube before you inserted your middle finger, Tate took a deep breath from the sudden stretch. It wasn't what he expected, it wasn't bad but it wasn't good either, he was genuinely unimpressed and uncomfortable.

You started pumping, more focused on helping him open up rather than trying to satisfy him, "you doin okay?"

The blonde nodded, "There's no way this is what has the guys moaning in the videos."

You couldn't help but giggle at his remarks, this was only the beginning. Once he was used to one finger you slipped your index into him, and he was definitely feeling the stretch.

Now this, was uncomfortable. If this was bad, how did he expect to take a toy? you watched both of your fingers, going in and disappearing into his hole, your lover's face scrunched up in an unreadable expression. You curled your fingers up, gently exploring until you found it.

That little ball of pleasure, the prostate. Tate immediately reacted, a small whimper escaping from his lips as soon as your fingers brushed the spot, you could feel his walls clenching around your fingers.

"mm- what was that?" He asked, eyes wide open

You chuckled, "your prostate, baby" you curled your fingers once again, applying direct pressure to the spot, and making Tate cry out from the sensation and sending chills throughout his entire body

"That feels good, keep doing that please" he pleaded,

"Of course" You went on like that, alternating between curling and uncurling your fingers, brushing up against his spot every other time. You tried to keep Tate occupied and quiet with kisses, but he couldn't stop moaning against your lips every time you rubbed up against his spot. He was practically falling apart just off your fingers, and you knew if you continued, you wouldn't even get the opportunity to use the strap.

You removed your fingers just as he got used to them, causing Tate to look at you like you had betrayed him, "What happened? Did I do something wrong?"

"No Tate, no, no, no. You're doing amazing." you shushed him, placing a tender kiss on his forehead knowing that he needed the reassurance, "I think you're ready, baby."

Tate nodded in agreement, knowing exactly what you meant, "I'm ready to take you"

"You need to tell me what you want, sweetheart" You teased, taking a couple pumps of lube into your hand and stroking the silicone cock until it was glistening, and boy was it a sight to see.

Tate stared at you with a hazy smile on his face, as he placed his legs back onto your shoulders, "please fuck me y/n..."

And who were you to deny your baby boy that pleasure?

You positioned yourself so you were lined up directly, you were careful pushing into him, a whine leaving his lips as soon as the tip broke barricade. The strap was much bigger than just your two fingers so the stretch was much more intense and harder to get used to

"oh fuck-" Tate threw his head back, his blonde curls falling into his eyes as he brought it back down, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull

"You okay? that's just the tip." you bent over, pushing his hair from his face with your free hand and placing a kiss on his temple, to calm him down, "deep breaths, we can take a break"

The stretch was painful, but manageable, "Just stay there for a second." he winced, tears pooling in his eyes.

You took that moment to take care of his cock, poor boy had been practically soft from the moment you started fingering him, all of the new sensations were a lot for his body to keep up with. You kept a Hitachi wand in your nightstand, for your personal adventures so you decided to switch it on and put it to use on Tate "My poor angel, let me help you"

The sudden buzzing took him by surprise, but the second you pressed it to his tip he was feeling much better, you ran the vibe up and down his length, helping him get back to full hardness. His moans were soft but they came from deep in his throat.

"mm, y/n please-" his words got stuck, as you turned the vibrator up to the next setting

"please what, darling?" you couldn't help but almost sadistically giggle at him, he was so hot like this.

"please fuck me more, I need your c-cock" His cheeks were hot with embarrassment, but he didn't care at that point he just wanted more. He needed it.

You pushed in, easing the silicone further inside of him. It was no longer painful, Tate just felt full...and he loved it.

You were trying to take it slow with your strokes, but at this point Tate was eager for more, rocking his body back and forth on your cock, all by himself, chasing the feeling of fullness. The toy was practically all the way in him, before he started to feel a little bit of discomfort from the friction

you had noticed that he wasn't moving as easily, you cupped his cheek, "Tate, what's your color?"

The blonde, was grateful for the check-in, "y-yellow, I think I need some more lube"

You nodded, understanding "Oh- of course I got you" you got some more lube, warming it up in your hand and spreading it on the strap as you continued to move in and out of him, only going about half way in

"more, I want more" Tate whined, he had both of his hands on the sides of his ass, holding himself completely open for you, you gave him exactly what he wanted slipping the entire toy into his hole

The most beautiful sounds escaped from his lips as you found your pace, still holding the vibrator flush against his tip, the sound of your skin slapping together and the lube covered toy pounding the plush walls of Tate's hole creating a rhythm of passion.

Every thrust hit up against his prostate relentlessly, you could've fucked this boy forever, in fact it felt like you had just started but he could barely hold on any longer.

"y/n, i'm so close- fuck" Tate cried out trying to keep his composure as you abused his hole.

You giggled, turning the vibrator up once more, "Awwww you poor thing, are you gonna cum?" you teased

Tate could only nod and whimper and response, it was way too much for him to handle, his big teary eyes looking up at you and yearning for some direction

You pushed yourself all the way in, making sure that he was completely filled up before you let him finish "Go ahead Tate, cum for me."

You barely finished your sentence before the blonde completely exploded, whimpering while shooting white ropes all over his stomach and the wand. The room seemed to spin, as every nerve in Tate's body seemed to pulsate from how hard he came.

Although you were also tired, you managed to turn off the wand and pull the strap out, causing Tate to whine from the lack of fullness.

You managed to slip away to put the strap in the bathroom sink, so you could remember to clean it later, you made your way over to the bathtub filling it up with some warm water and lavender bubbles, you both needed it.

Tate was still in the same position when you made your way back into the room

"Are you okay, Tate?" You kissed both sides of his cheeks, wiping down the mess on his tummy with a warm washcloth, while he came down from his high.

He nodded, scrunching up his nose and leaning into the warmth of your skin, his eyes still closed.

"Here have some water," you put the straw of your water bottle into his mouth, and he happily accepted it "I'm running us a bath, you did so good sweetheart. I'm so proud of you."

He nodded again, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck, and allowing himself to be completely wrapped up in your arms while you held him and played with his hair.

You two were silent for a while, just enjoying the company of one another and waiting for the tub to fill up

Tate positioned himself right by your ear, speaking just loud enough for you to hear him "Y/n?"

"Yes my love?"

"Next time...I wanna ride you."

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Hey Jayden! Can I get an imagine of Tate where the reader introduced him to some new type of music (Lana Del Ray plz) and surprisingly he enjoys it. Maybe some slow dancing, cuddling. and major fluff. <3

Who’s Lana Del Rey?

tate langdon x fem reader

warnings: just some kissing, tate calls reader momma like once but other than that it’s just good old fluff :)

a/n: I know I said I was going to do a kai or colin fic but this was just to sweet to pass on. also if I do use any of lana’s songs that were released after 2011 (bc ahs s1 was released in 2011) mind your business 💘

“That’s so Lana Del Rey vinyl!” You said in a sarcastic tone as your friend finished telling you about an older dude that had hit on her.

You stood up from your bed and made your way to your window. You set your phone down on speaker, grabbing a cigarette and lighter from your window sill. You placed the toxic stick between your lips and brought the lighter to it.

You opened your window as you exhaled, bringing your phone back up and putting it to your ear. You hummed in agreement at something your friend had said, nodding your head as you tapped the cig against the ash tray.

“I told you she wouldn’t listen to you, that’s why I stopped bothering. She never listens.” You muttered out before softly singing along to ‘Cinnamon Girl’ by Lana Del Rey as it played softly in the background.

“I get it now yeah, it’s just hard to watch him cheat on her like that and her just dismissing it each and every single time.” Your friend said to you as you agreed with her.

Unbeknownst to you, Tate had just wondered into your room, quietly making his way over to you as he listened to you speak to your friend. He slowly sneaked behind you and grabbed ahold of your waist; your body jumped in his hold, your face filled with shock as you screamed before turning around.

As soon as you saw your boys face, relief crashed over you like a wave crashing on the shore.

“You asshole!” You said as you hit him against the arm, turning around once again and putting your cigarette out.

You quickly reassured your friend that everything was fine before telling her you had to go. You both said your goodbyes before you ended the call.

Turning around in Tate’s grasp, you faced him as he looked you dead in the eyes with those beautiful eyes of his.

“I’m sorry I scared you.” He said as he fought the grin that etched its way onto his face.

You punched him in the shoulder before the two of you broke into a fit of laughter.

Tate soon plopped down onto your bed, taking his shoes off as he made himself comfortable.

“What are you listening to?”

The question made your jaw drop. You slowly turned to face him, jaw almost touching the floor as your eyes narrowed.

Tate looked over your figure, confused about your reaction.

“It’s ‘White Dress’ by Lana Del Rey dummy.” You said in a ‘matter of factly’ tone.

You looked over at Tate as he shrugged his shoulders, once again making your jaw drop.

“DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO LANA DEL REY IS???” You screamed out.

“Nope.” He said as he looked up at you.

You could not have this. No boyfriend of yours was not, not going to know who Lana Del Rey is.

You strutted over to the huge poster of her on your wall, pointing to her as you spoke out.

“Seriously tater tot I’m disappointed, I play her songs like every single day but it’s fine I guess I get to be the one who gets to introduce you to the mother of all mother’s, Lana Del Rey!!” You said enthusiastically as you pointed at the poster.

Tate couldn’t take his eyes off of you, he absolutely loved watching you talk about things you were passionate about. Sometimes he would even pretend not to know about a certain topic just so you could explain it and go in depth about it because he just loved listening to you and watching you talk.

Not this time though, he had absolutely no clue who Lana Del Rey was.

‘He used to call me DN

That stood for deadly nightshade

'Cause I was filled with poison

But blessed with beauty and rage’

Your head immediately snapped in the direction of your laptop as one of your top 3 Lana Del Rey songs started to play.

“OH MY GOD TATE, THIS HAS GOT TO BE ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SONGS OF HER YOU GOTTA LISTEN TO IT, PLAY CLOSE ATTENTION TO THE SONG!!!”

As soon as the chorus started playing you began dancing dramatically around your room, running your hands through your hair as you sunk down onto the floor.

Tate watched your theatrics, laughing as you made your way towards him and grabbed his hands, pulling him against your body as you began to dance again.

The two of you continued dancing until the song ended, the both of you giggling and out of breath as you made your way to your laptop, pausing the next song before speaking up.

“Soooo what did you think??”

“It was actually good. I loved your performance more though.” He said as he made his way over to you, placing his hands onto your cheeks as he brought his lips to yours. You gladly kissed him back, smiling into the kiss before pulling away.

“Can I pick one next?” He asked as he scrolled through your playlist filled with all of Lana’s songs.

“Of course baby.” You said as you kissed him one last time. You walked back to your bed, waiting to see what song he would pick.

Your heart dropped (in a good way) as soon as you heard ‘Pretty When You Cry’ start playing.

Tate smiled widely at your reaction, satisfied with himself that he made a good decision on which song to play.

Tate made his way over to you and grabbed your hands once more, pulling you to him as the two of you started dramatically ‘slow dancing’ as you sang your heart out.

Don't say you need me when

You leave and you leave again

I'm stronger than all my men

Except for you

Don't say you need me if

You live last, you're leaving

I can't do it, I can't do it

But you do it best

You moved away from Tate as you sang the bridge, singing to Tate as though he had ripped your heart out and stomped on it. You quickly ran back into his arms as you sang the chorus again, knocking the two of you over as you both fell down onto the bed and began laughing.

“You’re beautiful.” Tate said as he looked up at you once the two of you had calmed down, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he placed a quick peck onto your lips.

“I love you.” You whispered out, smiling down at the blonde boy before tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

“I love you too momma.” You let out a snort at the name he called you, shoving him in the arm as you both laughed.

The day went on by swiftly; the two of you spent it listening to most of Lana Del Rey’s songs, Tate liking a couple and asking you to replay them, making you smile wide each and every single time.

The two of you were now just lying in your bed, his head on your chest as you played with his hair. You hummed along to ‘24’ by Lana Del Rey as it played faintly in the background, giving your room a peaceful ambiance as the sun was setting, the moon and stars showing itself to the world.

You were pulled away from your thoughts as you felt Tate loosen his hold from around your waist.

“Hey everything okay?” You asked, concerned as he sat up from your bed.

“Mhm yea, just want you to hold me that’s all.” He said, between placing kisses along your skin. You grabbed ahold of his chin, bringing his face to yours and placing a chaste kiss to his cheeks, forehead, nose and then eventually his mouth.

Tate smiled at your action, shifting around under the covers as he made himself comfortable, waiting for you to wrap your arms around him.

You quickly turned to switch off the lights, placing a kiss to the side of his head before wrapping your arms around him, making yourself comfortable against him.

Tate fell asleep in your arms, wondering how he got so lucky to end up with a girl like you.

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more sub/mommy kink tate 😭😭!!! just like him whining to himself because you won’t touch him

Please Touch Me - Tate Langdon

x fem!reader

cw: mommy kink, mutual masturbation

“Can’t you see I’m busy Tate?” You let out a berated sigh as you flip to the next page of your magazine. You were comfortably submerged in the soapy water in your bathtub, your hair cascading over the edge as you read.

Tate sat on the edge of the bathtub, whirling the water softly with his hand, not making eye contact with you.

“I know,” Tate mumbled, his eyes raking over your naked body covered in soap suds. His breath hitched as his gaze centred in on where the curve of your breasts left the water, your nipples perked from the cool air.

He just wanted attention, and most of all, he wanted to touch you, to be touched by you.

“I’ll talk to you later,” you mumbled back, chewing on your bottom lip as you engrossed yourself in all the celebrity gossip that jumped out at you from the glossy page.

“But.. I wanna be with you. Now,” Tate wasn’t taking no for an answer, his fingers that were playing with the water moving upwards to caress the soft skin of your arm.

You let out another sigh, closing your eyes and leaning your head back onto the edge of the tub. Tate’s wondering fingers ran up your arm challengingly, until they were tracing over your collarbones.

When you didn’t say anything in protest, Tate continued, his touch leaving you for only a moment before it was back, this time on your exposed breasts. His hand cupped the warm mound of flesh, his forefinger and thumb pinching your erect nipple. A moan bubbled at the back of your throat, but you didn’t let it leave your lips.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Your eyes open to look up at Tate, who’s gaze was still fixated on your breasts. As he massaged one in his hand, you noticed his other hand palming himself through his jeans.

“Nothing mommy,” Tate whispered, his hand travelling over to your other breast to repeat his actions.

“Is this because I haven’t touched you today?” Your gaze remained on Tate’s hand as it desperately squeezed at his hardening erection. He was so needy, and seeing your naked in the bath only brought it out more in him.

“Yes momma, need you,” Tate refused to give up, his hand now moving from your breast to your stomach, his fingers featherlike under the water.

“Tate,” you bit into your lip harder as his fingertips traced your hipbones, before reaching the apex of your thighs.

He stilled for a moment before you made eye contact.

“Please mommy,” Tate looked at you desperately as he whined for you, taking his hand off himself to guide one of yours towards him.

“Please what, Tate?” You test him as your fingers pinch around the fastener of his jeans.

“Please I need you to touch me,” he whines again, his eyes silently pleading with you as his hips slightly buckle up to meet your hand.

“Mommy likes it when you use your words,” you coo, unzipping his pants and unbinding the button.

Tate bit back a smile as you worked to pull down his boxers slowly, gasping softly as his cock sprung out and hit his stomach.

“That looks so sore,” you observe the way his angry red tip leaks with pearls of pre cum and begin softly tracing the veins that protrude from his shaft.

Tate’s eyes close from your gentle touch, and a soft whimper leaves his parted lips.

“M-more, please momma, it hurts,” Tate pines, his own hand reaching for the heat between your legs. The pads of his fingertips rest on your clit, applying the smallest amount of pressure. A coil begins to tighten in your lower abdomen as you continue to softly tease him. You loved how desirous he was for you.

“I bet it hurts, baby,” your hand finally wraps around the base of his cock, squeezing gently. He lets out another whimper that almost sounds like a cry. When his eyes open you can see them glassed over with tears he didn’t want to let fall.

“Keep touching mommy,” you instruct him, “maybe then you’ll be rewarded.”

Tate works vigilantly, gliding his fingers across your clit down to your entrance, and then back up again. The water made everything so soft and wet, and it drove you both crazy.

“You feel so good mommy,” Tate continues circling your sensitive bundle of nerves, watching as your body relaxes with pleasure.

“You’re making me feel so good,” you utter, moving your hand upwards on his shaft, collected the pre cum with your palm and smearing it down the expanse of his length.

Tate groans softly as you work with him in your hand, before his fingers sink back to your opening and slide inside. Your back arches off the bathtub as he steadily begins to pump two fingers inside you, watching diligently to the way your body responds to his touch.

“That’s it baby. Just like that,” you praise, picking up pace around him, squeezing just a fraction harder.

“Oooh-fuck, mommy,” Tate whines, buckling his hips up again to meet with your hand as it strokes him, still knuckle-deep inside your velvet, pulsing cunt.

Tate fingers curl up to meet your g spot and your breath hitches in your throat. With shaking thighs, you clamp your legs closed around Tate’s hand, anticipating your release. He always got you so worked up.

“Cum with me baby, you’re gonna make mommy cum.”

The heel of his palm rests against your clit, speeding up his fingers as your hand returns the favour around his clock. Tate begins to work up a sweat, indulging in pleasuring you the same way you’re pleasuring him.

“I’m cumming momma- oh, holy fuck,”

His cock twitches in your hand as you begin to pulse around his fingers, and soon you’re both coming together. Tate’s body shudders as he reaches his climax, hot spurts of cum coating his simple striped t-shirt as you moan his name through your orgasm.

Your hand doesn’t leave his cock as it rests against his stomach, feeling his heavy breathing against your fingers.

“Feel better baby?” You ask as he removes his hand, his cheeks flushed red in titillation.

“Thank you mommy,” Tate bites down on his lip as you squeeze at his sensitive cock, trying to alleviate some of the rawness he was feeling.

“You did so good,” you take his hand in yours, bringing his fingers up to your mouth and slotting them inside to meet with your tongue.

Tate watches with wide, dark eyes as you suck off what’s left of your arousal from his fingers. He can’t wait for you to get out of the bath so he could cum again.

“Now let momma finish her bath.”

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[liasadventuretime]

can you write aftercare with evan/tate? like the reader being really sore after and him helping her/comforting her🥺

thank you! can even be a blurb or something small if you’re interested

✦ EVERYTHING'S OKAY

PROMPT ➜ daily quickies very nothing out of the ordinary for you and tate, but you sometimes crave his affection more than anything.

TAGS ➜ tate x reader, fluff, comforting, insecurity.

you were pretty much used to having sex with tate in the most unusual moments. before school, while studying, while your parents were in the house. but this time it was different, because there was no one to disturb your peace. it was a Saturday morning, one of your favorite days of the week and you had no upcoming tests so you could use the weekend to actually relax. it was raining in the morning, which was no surprise since it's the end of November, and Christmas was coming up. the sound of the rain wetting your window was calming. this was the first Christmas you could spend with tate together. the last times you celebrated Christmas were awful because your parents were always arguing for some stupid shit. they always took the first chance to complain about the other, or make snaky comments about each other. it always ended with you going to your grandparents house while they sorted things out.

this was also the first Christmas that you wouldn't spend with your grandparents, and you were actually kinda sad, because even tho being with them on such a special day meant no good you were still grateful that they were always there for you, and getting anything you needed. at least you have tate with you, and you couldn't ask for a more perfect boyfriend. he wasn't such an expert on aftercare, you always used to have quickies and there was absolutely no time for anything other then a hug and a kiss on the forehead, or him whispering sweet nothings into your ear. this time, you had all the time of the world. he has always been the submissive one of the relationship so you were a bit embarrassed to ask him if you two could spend a few hours together cuddling and talking, let's just say overall comfort each other.

he got up from the bed, still naked while you observed his beatiful back muscles, still lying on the bed. god, this man was so gorgeous. he was still in boxers, when he leaned on your face and kissed you on the forehead as usual. it wasn't something you've ever specifically asked for, but tate does observe your reactions and body language. he actually cared about you, because you were actually different. you probably would exchange him to be able to have one minute chat with Robert Pattinson, but at least he never had to fake a laugh around you. he could be weird, annoying, paranoxious sometimes even worth killing but he never felt so comfortable around someone. he would do anything for you.

anything.

"hey tate ?" it almost felt like a whisper, you barely could hear yourself. for some reason your heart was about to jump out of your chest. it felt as if you were having a panic attack.

"yeah ?" he replied back in a monotone but caring way, you could just feel how tired he was from his voice. he hadn't been eating a lot, always smoking, always sleeping and big dark bags under his eyes. he said it was probably just the seasonal depression, but you always made sure he was okay.

"do you mind if we spend a bit of time together ? we can do whatever you want, watch a movie, take a bath, you choose." you didn't want to sound desperate but at the same time you've been craving some affection recently. he just felt more cold, as if u were having sex with a dead man who could talk. almost like you were having sex with a corpse. you've been feeling pretty lonely, but was it really his fault ? I mean he's going thru a hard time shouldn't you be the one to comfort him in such situation ?

distracting you from your paranoid thoughts was him jumping on the bed, furiously taking his shirt off and getting under the covers. you were a bit confused until he brought his hands to your waist and hugged you. he positioned his head on your shoulder, caressing your neck with his nose. you relaxed not realising you were anxious. but you couldn’t even sort out what you were anxious about. tate was so caring, and never treated you badly. 

“why didn’t you tell me that before ?” he asked you in a calm reassuring tone.

“I don’t know... maybe I was scared of your reaction ?” you said, immediately feeling stupid about what you just said because he still hasn’t given you any reasons to feel that way. you were also scared to make him feel guilty or insecure about something he shouldn’t be guilty or insecure of. you felt him positioning his back on the pillow. you rolled to look at him. 

“you were scared ... of my reaction ??” he had one of the most confused looks on his face. for a second you stopped thinking to appreciate how much this man was pretty. he had the rosiest prettiest cheeks ever, he had those beautiful eyes that could make anyone fall to their knees. he had the best hair ever, you absolutely loved the way it felt between your fingers, tugging it while he was between your legs making them shake or just cuddling before you had to go to school. his smile was the most angelic one you’ve ever seen, but something that even made it better was feeling it on your clit while trying to not make too much noise by putting your hand on your mouth. 

he caressed your cheek with his thumb making you snap out of your limbo, looking up at him. “why would you ever be scared of my reactions ? did I do something ?” you exactly did what you were scared of. you made him worry about something that wasn’t under control. 

“no, but I was scared that you would feel like I'm annoying or too needy, I don’t know I just didn’t know what to think or do or say” he looked at you with a more relaxed expression on his face. he pulled you and placed your head on his chest, guiding his hand to your hair. you stayed in that position for a while, both of you not knowing what to say just enjoying each other’s company. you both were very needy people, always needing reassuring and fiscal affection. you were a perfect match. 

the cigarette of the smoker

the rubber band of the cash

the light to the match

you were made for each other, there was nothing in the world that could make you feel better than him. he wasn’t perfect, but you weren’t either. yet when you were together, you were one thing. one soul match. one flame. one perfect thing, because you didn’t complete each other but you were two pieces of a puzzle that matched perfectly. without any type of forcing.

he picked you up and placed you on his lap, got his shirt and put it on. you took off your shirt and bra, and slided Inside his shirt placing your head on his chest. he thought it kind of made the two of you be one single thing. one single soul. you felt him trying to snake his arms around your back so you snaked yours around his. this is maybe the first time you felt warm hugging him. the world stops as soon as he touches you. all your worries ? gone. that’s the type of person you would like to keep around for the rest of your life. you felt this bubbly floating sensation in your stomach, that you’ve been feeling since the first time you two met. 

you both fell asleep in that position, waking up two hours later. it was still raining, but the house was warm. your parents were going to be out of town for a while so now you could spend a bit more time with tate, doing whatever you liked. the house was in complete silence, you could only hear your breath and his. 

tate woke up but he found you still sleeping. this man was so in love, he could look at you for the rest of his entire life. he took the shirt off, placing you on the bed with only some panties on, while he went to the bathroom and got the shower ready. he got in, and as soon as u woke up, you realised he wasn’t on the bed anymore. you heard the shower running so you went in the bathroom. the pavement was cold and you weren’t wearing any socks but you didn’t mind. 

you took off the last piece of clothing you had on and got in the shower, he looked at you with a slight smirk on his face which made you smile a bit. you hugged him, and even tho at the beginning he was surprised by your gesture, he held you as thigh as possible. caressing your back, you never thought you could find someone like him. yet you did. 

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[demxnicprxncess]

“Please?” Tate Langdon x FEM! Reader

warnings: Clingy, Mommy kink, bottom Tate, Dom Fem., Oral (Both), begging

“Babe” I looked over at the boy laying on my bed with a smile. “Yes Tate?” he whined and sprawled out on the bed like a cat, “I want you...” I eyed him suspiciously, “why?” He rolled his eyes at me and huffed out a whine again before mumbling nevermind. I chuckled and turned back around to finish putting my jewelry up only to be stopped by a whiny moan. I turn around and look at the blonde laying on my bed grinding into it ever so softly. “M-mommy, I need you. Please?” I stopped and sat by him on the bed resting my hand on his back. “You know you could’ve asked babyboy” He whimpered out a few noises and then replied, “I did, but you asked why.” I smiled, “I’m sorry my little prince.” His hips had completely stopped by now making me frown. “Keep going.” He shook his head no and moved over to his head laid on my thighs, one of his hands pawing on my breast like a cat to a blanket. “Mommy, I need YOU to touch me.” His lips forming a gentle pout making me coo at his absolute cuteness. One of my hands played with his hair massaging his scalp, while the other traveled down his boy slightly playing with his nipple before going down to the waistband of his jeans. “My needy, cute, babyboy.” My hand still stuck between his little curls as  I leaned down and kissed his lips, working to undo his pants and then removing them for him. I pulled away from the kiss and laid my hand over his dick and started slightly caressing him drawing soft moans from his parted lips. “Mommy I want you on me, please” I smiled and let go of him so he could move to lay down. Whilst he busied himself with getting comfortable and naked, I slid off my shirt and pants, I had the tendency to not wear bras when at home, so I was in only my black panties. “M-momma you look so good, please just touch me” I was reminded of the scenery as he moaned at for me making grabby hands. I know just how he is; he didn’t want sex. No, he wanted me to make love to him, treat him gentle and hold him, and that exactly what I am going to do. I laid by him before rolling onto him, his very prominent hard on pushing against my clothed pussy. “Momm-” I cut him off pressing my lips into his in a very loving and passionate way, my hands trailing his to hold them above his head, interlacing them. I pulled back, only one hand moving to strip myself of my underwear before grabbing his hard dick lining him up at my dripping hole. “Are you ready love” He quickly nodded, I loved him so much and loved always making sure I was doing everything right for my sweet babyboy. I slid myself down on him before capturing him in another loving kiss, moving myself above him gently. “Momma” his moans filled my ears as I let go of his restrained arms, allowing them to wrap against me, holding me close to him. His thrust meeting my bounces as he buries his face into my neck. “Momma ‘m gonna-” I place another kiss on his lips, “Go ahead Tate, fill mommy up.” He whimpers and shoots his seed into me, painting my insides white while I clenched around him allowing my own orgasm to soak his dick. “I love you (name)” I smiled at his half-awake confession, kissing his forehead. “I love you too Tater-Tot” 

Taglist: @yes-divine-ruler, @ppawmpkin

this was for the needy tate request next ill do toxic kai, shuri and the others dw guys imma get them done!

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[babygorewhore]

“Please, mommy? Just a little bit?” Sub! Tate Langdon smut.

Y’all are getting spoiled today!!! But I seriously appreciate you all loving my work. I so appreciate it! Warnings! Sub! Tate! Mommy Kink! Praise! Oral! Fem receiving. PnV! Riding! Humping.

Tate kisses you deeply as he pulled the book from your heads, he straddled your leg with either of his as he started rubbing his cock on your thigh. “Mmm.” He whimpered as he gave himself friction. His fingers were circling your clit, fingers diving in and out of your pussy. You were breathing rapidly as the pleasure grew.

“Mommy, let me taste you. Please mommy? Just a little bit? I promise I’ll be so good.” He pleads with you, already fumbling with your pants.

“You’re such a good boy.” You moaned as he yanked your pants and underwear down. The room as dark but you could see him rush to your pussy. He licked your clit, slowly and savoring the taste. You jolted as he pressed his tongue inside, swirling it around your walls.

“You taste so good.” He moaned against you and your hips rocked against his face. His hands cupped the back of your legs, encouraging you to move as he rubbed himself along the edge of the bed, desperate for relief as he continued eating at your pussy. He started at the top and then the bottom, before starting all over again.

“Tate-come here.” He stopped immediately and hovered over you, his lips glistening with your slick as his dark eyes searched yours for any signs of disapproval.

You gently moved him on his back, “You did so good, baby boy…I’m going to ride you okay? Can you be a good boy for me?” He nodded quickly, eager to please you.

“Yes, mommy. Please sit on it. I want to feel you so badly.” You pulled his jeans and boxers down, his thick cock spilling with precum as you situated yourself ontop of his dick.

You sank down slowly, mewling at the feel of him inside you as your hands settled on his shoulders. Tate moved his head back before leaning forward to kiss your neck. “Fuck, I want you so bad, mommy. It feels so good.” You started moving up and down, your clit brushing the base and you shuddered.

“Are you going to keep being a good boy?” Your hands squeezed his shoulders before settling on his chest as you rode him harder. His breath quickened as he ground his hips up into you with soft thrusts.

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum. Please?” He begged and you nodded, kissing his mouth, meeting his tongue. He moaned louder as you sucked on his lower lip. You couldn’t get enough of his pretty sounds.

“Cum, baby. Cum for mommy. I’m so proud of you.” He groaned as his released pooled inside you with a thick creaminess and you weren’t far behind.

The pleasure exploded as you moved faster, chasing your climax as you both panted as your bodies were still connected. As you finished, you slowly moved off off him. Laying on your back on the bed as he crawled over you, laying his head on your breasts. Your hands found his hair and you gently brushed it.

“Thank you, mommy.” He whispered and you kissed his head.

“Goodnight, baby boy.”

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