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Im so selfish

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༻ My Masterlist ༺

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I’m currently working on some new stuff, with other characters/ people, other than Tate Langdon.. haha.

Evan Peters:

- ‘Utube’ - Tate Langdon

- ‘Sleepyhead’ - Tate Langdon

- ‘Smudged’ - Tate Langdon

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Cameron Winter:

- ‘You can stay with me’ - Cameron Winter

(my favorite fic so far)

- ‘Get to know you’ - Cameron Winter

-‘Adorn’ - Cameron Winter

-‘Listen later’ - Cameron Winter [nsfw]

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‘Listen Later’ ♪‧₊˚

Word Count: 1,680

( Cameron Winter x reader )

Warnings: Shameless…absolutely shameless. [ Size comparison, Fingering, Oral sex, Kissing. ] Lowkey in-detail descriptions of cum at the end so if you aren’t into that..

Summary: Cameron shows you a song he’s working on, but you cant focus long enough to keep your mind off of something else. Fine, but he will make sure you pay attention next time.

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Cameron sat on the couch waiting for you to wake from your nap. He held a notebook tightly in his hands and mindlessly chewed his pen, lost in thought. You stood at the doorway, as you stepped closer the floorboards creaked, catching Camerons attention, he moved his gaze towards you. A small smile grew on his lips. You smiled back softly.

“You’re finally awake.” He says in that deep breathy voice you love so much. You shook your head and shut your eyes tightly in embarrassment, “I wasn’t sleeping that long..” you persisted. “Oh yes you were. I might as well call right here, my place of eternal rest..” He gestured to his spot on the couch, then he looked from you, back down to the notebook full of scribbles and lyrics; now on his lap. “-Sleeping so long i’ve almost died of old age; I even almost finished writing a new song.” He teased. You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself at his exaggeration.

“Come here, I want to show you.” He continued. You tilted your head and closed your eyes in a sleepy smile. “Im sure it’s lovely.”

Slowly you walked over to him; he reached out and grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto his lap. He was warm, you could practically feel his excitement of your wake. You rested your head on his shoulder as he held up the notebook. He began to explain the lyrics, his fingers tracing along the scribbled paper. As you listened to him grumble the words you couldn’t help but loose focus on the doodles across the notes;

A cross and hands holding rosary.

He continued, explaining each line and their significance. You nodded and you couldn’t help but lean against him,

closer… and closer.

As time passed you weren’t sure if he noticed your persistence of touch, but you were unbothered to care if so. “Uhuh..” You cooed.

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The lyrics were undirected, scattered just like his doodles. You thought back to once when he said:

“I sometimes do have something to say, and i read it back and it comes across terrible and I have to cut in a bit of misdirection.”

“I feel like theres nothing worse like going into a song like ‘I have something to say with this song’. Because then its just too much. Youd end up just writing a song about some super specific issue. They dont age very well. The more clear the message is, the less powerful it can come across.”

He was doing that with this song, you could tell by how the words were random and misguided. A lot of his songs were like that, though they always ended up so beautifully.

———

Cameron began to snicker, “This line is about you-“

“Let me wash your feet forever.” he sang in a stupid voice.

You rolled your eyes and smiled.

He placed the notebook to the side and started to place soft kisses on your neck, before pulling away. “I’m not entirely sure how it’ll go, I’ve been going to and from the couch and piano; thinking..” You hummed as he rambled. He got so excited over songwriting, you loved it. “Well I like it.” You interrupted.

“Good, good.” He got up, pulling you with him.

He brought you over to the piano and sat you on his lap, “Give me your hands.” He mumbled. Cameron’s big hands covered yours. He had been teaching you piano since the both of you started dating, he said you were “a natural”… you had your doubts.

He tested different tunes, though the only thing on your mind was how his fingers were so much larger compared to yours as he guided them. It was taking everything in you to not just pounce on him right there and cover him in kisses. You started to become restless.

Of course you had been paying attention, his music was so very important to him… but ever since you’ve woken up you couldn’t help but think about how bad you wanted him, how you imagined yourself on your knees for him -

“What do you think baby?” he mumbled, with a peck of a kiss at your cheek. You nodded again, “I like it.” you lulled. Cameron breathed softly, you could hear the disappointment. He knew you hadn’t been paying attention.“Are you serious.” Camerons fingers tightened around yours tightly, stopping the once lingering play of music. “What?” You coughed out. He didn’t move, “You know what.” Your reply was a mere swallow allowed to only be heard in the silence. It was so quiet the absence of noise seemed to mock you. Then you felt his big arms wrap around you.

“Can’t sit still can you..?” The silence was no longer mocking you, rather Cameron was. “I- Ive been paying attention, what do you mean?” you huffed. He murmured close to your ear, you felt his breath; hot against you, “Im sure you have.” His hand moved up to your mouth, he began to trace his thumb against your bottom lip. You shifted against him, he was warm and wanting now. “Show me what you want.” He hummed as he slid his thumb into your mouth. He wasn’t going to let you talk; your mouth was full. You let your head fall back against him in defeat. You began to grind into his lap: ‘This is what I want, I want you, I want this!’ You screamed in your head, a small cry fell from your lips in desperation. “So needy.” He chuckled, you shut him up with another grind against his lap. “O- Okay.” His voice cracked. “I’ll finish the song, and show you later.” Your cries and movements continued “A..after your head is clear.” Cam groaned. He slowly pulled his thumb out of your mouth with a small pop. “I should’ve noticed how bad you needed this sooner.” He muttered while moving you in his lap to face him. He leaned in pressing a kiss against your lips. Your breaths blended together making a noise so precious, more beautiful than any song.

Your movements were calculated, you pressed yourself against his groin again and again, anything to get another pretty moan out of him. Suddenly, he’s fisting your hair with a half-strangled gasp. He’s holding you flush against him.

All of this teasing had gotten the best of you.

“Cam p..please” you start to whine, your voice shook. He looked at you, his eyes softening. You were a disheveled mess, your hair stuck to your face, your cheeks a bright red, and you were left panting; looking at him desperately.

“Aww look at you my baby. Want me to make it better now?” He hovered above you “Hmm?” he hummed, waiting for a response. “It’s allll my faultt isn’t it? Did I do this to you?” He mocked with a pout. He decided it was enough for the both of you.

———

You now lay on his bed;

His fingers were strong, built from years of rendering the strings of his guitar, and adept to the practice of piano keys.

Camerons hand trailed from your knees, his fingers tracing the skin in worship as he made his way to your inner thighs. Slowly he hooked his fingers into the band your panties, pulling them down to your ankles.

“Do you know how pretty you are..” he spoke low. You tilted your head away from him, pressing your face into his sheets. In response his fingers were already back at your core. “Look back at me..” he mumbled. Suddenly he began to push his fingers inside. You indulged in the pressure, rolling your hips into his touch. His index slid in and out of you, methodically curling his finger inside of you. He played you like his piano; the way you fell apart in his hands. In this moment you were his new song, as he sought to see the lovely noises he could bring from you. “T-too much” You cried. Need you say more, he pushed himself inside even deeper; his. palm pressed against you. Another moan he drew from your lips, the faster his pace. All it took was another flex of his fingers for you to come undone. Your warm and wet pleasure covered his hands.

He brought his hand to his mouth, and licked you off of him. He savored each lick, praying to himself never forget the taste of you. You watched intently, though you couldn’t help but eye his growing erection.

“Please” you whimper, now on your knees for him. He looked down at you; knowing. He began to unbutton his pants, then you watched as he pulled down his boxers. The fabric pooled at his feet. You crawled to meet his hung cock, he stood as a statue; a perfect encapsulation of man.

Cameron groaned of pleasure as your lips wrapped around his length. Deeper you drove, no matter how many attempts he was just too big to fit all inside of your mouth. His body shook as the head his thick cock bumped that back of your throat. He didn’t bother to slow as you made a soft gag around him.

He looked down at you; your eyes shut in focus. So beautiful he thought to himself. You felt as he wiped away the drool that ran down the side of your mouth. Your cheeks were red and hollowed.

As much as he wanted to admire your beauty, the pleasure was just too much, as he threw his head back and let out a deep moan. His thrusts became rushed and needy. He too was close.

“Can I cum…Baby please let me-“ He cried. There should’ve been no bother to ask since he was already starting to shake and you felt the his warmth filling your mouth. His hands fell to your shoulders, he gripped them strongly in support as he finished in your mouth. He pulled out in admittance as he watched you swallow every drop willingly.

“I liked the sounds you made.” He whispered. “Maybe thats what was missing from the song.”

God, you and his music are so dear to him.

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-Genuinely couldn’t decide what type of vibe i was going with this so i apologize how back and forth it is.

-Yes a ‘Cobra’ foot reference, i dont even care anymore lol.

-Oh and the whole ‘misdirection of cameron’s song writing’ part is something he really said from an interview with apple music, you can watch it on youtube. :p

Ps. Have you guys noticed the common theme of my posts? Hehe, maybe I have something very holy planned.

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Asking for a friend…

[romanholidayze]

Chet Chomsky photographed by Aidan Mallory at TV Eye

[somethingmorethanthis]

i need somebody sent down from the sun that talks to me how you used to...

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An unreleased Cameron Winter song…

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‘Adorn’ 𓏲♡˚｡

Word count: 400

( Cameron Winter x reader )

Warnings: Kissing, nothing really… this is quite boring and short sorry.

Summary: A drive home after swimming, but tonight it was off, you wanted each other so bad it hurt.

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The wind lashed at you as the beautiful sun shone down onto your face. You shifted in your seat in an attempt to keep your eyes off Cameron as you had been admiring him the entirety of the afternoon.

He had noticed, he could feel you staring. he would be doing the same thing if he wasn’t the one driving.

He rested his head on his hand, the other holding the wheel. His sunglasses were fixed just enough to show the glisten in his eye. He swallowed hard, his jaw clenching in thought. He knew you were watching… now it was his turn. “You’re so pretty like this.” He cooed.

You loved when he starts up like this, but nonetheless it always made you weak, he was too good. “What do you mean?” You managed to spit out, embarrassed.

“Always so pretty, so pretty.” He began to mumble, almost getting lost on just that. “But right now, the way your eyes light up, watching the world around you.” …

You shifted again this time to face him, tilting your head as a sign for him to continue.

“I would drive forever, if it meant I could see you.. - like this.”

His eyes falling back onto you: Sitting there in his cadillac, Camerons shirt hung low on you, adorn with wet splotches from your once wet hair, now dry by the wind of the drive. You picked at your thighs and bit your lip in consternation.

“I love you”

The words floated between the two of you. They weren’t new, but they inadvisedly felt different in this moment.

Camerons grip on the wheel tightened. “Can I have you” he whispers. The car begins to slow down as he tilts his head towards you, waiting for a response.

You eagerly nod.

He pulls over, parking the car on the side of a quiet road.

Cameron frantically unbuckled his seatbelt, then turned, the look in his eyes were practically begging you to hurry. As soon as you were free he pulled you onto his lap. The need was more than usual and it showed. Your lips locked together in a motion so natural it became a trance. He needed to taste you, you needed to taste him. The ravish slowed, you pulled away slowly, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you.

“Let’s continue this once we get home.” you start to giggle.

“Whatever you say.” He replies, turning the car back on.

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I recently got a Cadillac and while driving camerons song ‘Take It With You’ started playing. Keep in mind i’ve had it on repeat for days. But while driving I realized he says “Ride the highways in your Cadillac”

Haha get it? Im in my Cadillac listening to a man sing about riding in a Cadillac.

Gahhh!!! So random so stupid, im sorry! But this fic came to me after that.

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Sweet Jesus

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Everytime Cameron Winter has mentioned feet in his songs:

-Left me promising your shoes

-I need your feet more than you do

-Lonely as hell, feet on the ground

-Walking and walking, you used up your feet

-Baby let me wash your feet forever

-May stroke our hair and kiss our heel

-Morning walked me out of here with no shoes

-And one foot doesn’t wanna stay alive

-Ill be your feet in every life boat

-Blue light in your footprints walking so politely take a trip to the lake

im crine what is his deal 😭

[cut-vertically]

tate langdon gagging on the barrel of his gun send tweet

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Hes so fucking fine I cant even look at him without my stomach starting to hurt

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“Get to know you”⋆｡𖦹°‧

Word count: 899

☆( Cameron Winter x reader )

Warnings: Smoking, nothing big really lol

Summary: After a Geese show you find yourself on a roof top, talking to someone you’d least expect.

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The room smelled of a musk; angst and sweat. The soft smokey smell of weed drifted through the venue. It was warm and your body was hot to the touch, people bumped against you and swayed gently to the music.

“Up into the bright light. I sure hope there ain’t no next life”

God he looked so beautiful up there… Cameron held onto the microphone, his voice was deep and wanting. The other members were playing beautifully, the music brought you into a trance.

You were lost in the crowd.

“Mm hah.. this will be our last song of the night..” His voice cracks into the microphone, the crowd responded with a shroud of sighs and a hunger for more.

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“You can change”

Your eyes trailed over him.

“Baby you can change and still choose me”

As you watched, his eyes were closed. He was lost in song.

“you can be free just come home please”

His eyes opened, his gaze falling onto the crowd.

“its alright”

Your heart stopped as his eyes locked with yours.

“its alright”

A smile grew on his lips.

“its fine”

“i’m alright”

His eyes narrowed as the last lyric was sung.

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The sound of your heart beating through your chest rung through your ears, it blinded out the cheers as the band members left the stage.

There was an after party that you were unsure about going to. Your heavy breathing and shaky stance made it clear that a party was too much for you right now. “I need a cigarette” you hushed underneath your breath. Your gaze locked to the floor as you walked to the exit. A cool breeze of air hit your face as you left the building. Looking up into the sky you watched clouds slowly float by the glowing moon, the sight eased your racing mind. You dug your fingers into your pockets for a cigarette, you ended up grasping at nothing. Whatever.

You watched as your feet guided you to the back of the building they had preformed in. It was an old bar made of rough brick, its dingy windows were softly lit. You had found a ladder that led to the roof. You placed a foot on its first step, as you were closer to the building you could see the moss that faintly grew upon its walls.

Step by step you had climbed up to the roof of the building… Blindly you walked over to a pleasing corner and sat down. Really you were in a haze. You were no longer a mess, unable to breathe out of amazement, rather you were still left in an oneiric state. The entirety of the evening felt like a dream. You sat alone accompanied with the night sky that floated by patiently. As it got darker you were beginning to become unsure how long it has been. Your soft breaths started to lull you into slee-..

“May I join you?” The deep voice shook you awake, quickly you turned around and saw him.

Cameron shifted, his head hung low. He was wearing the same white tank top from earlier. It hung low, his collar bones and chest hair crept out. He stood tall across from you, it seemed he was noting everything about you.

“Sure.” you responded with a crack in your voice. He found it cute, the way you sat there with wide eyes in a state of shock.

He walked towards you, “You a fan?” he teases with a grin, now sitting down beside you. Of course you were, he could tell by the way your eyes lit up when you first saw him.

Your cheeks turn red in embarrassment. “So what if I am?” you choked out. His smile grew wider, he liked this, the way he teased you. “I saw you during the show.” His voice dripped like honey, “You stand out, you know that?”. Your breath cut short, what was there to say? This man you were completely enamored with is now sitting next to you, complimenting you… noticing you. “You’re one to say.” He locks eyes with yours, “What do you mean?” … “Seeing you on stage, I was left captivated. I felt like if I looked at you a second longer my heart would let go. You were comparable to an angel up there.”

Your praise hit Cameron in chest, it made him ache. “You’re too much of a sweetheart. Im no more than a man.”. You cried in protest to his words, “Fine, if not an angel, like you say, a man. But a man that knows what he’s doing; more than what anyone else does”.

The two of you grew silent, a silence that spoke more than your words could ever. The company of one another was sufficient enough.

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“Is it alright if I smoke?” Cameron hummed. “Yeah thats fine.” you reply softly.

He pulls a cigarette from his pocket, chasing after a lighter. He lights it and takes a inert hazy puff. The silence grew heavy with the smoke. Slowly one of Camerons hands moved towards yours. Your fingers gently interlaced. His hands were big, their warmth held plush against yours.

“Do you want..?” he gestured towards the cigarette, you nodded, taking it from his hand; placing it to your lips.

“Id like to get to know you.” He whispers, looking you into the eyes. “Would you like that?”. You took the cigarette away from your lips and smiled. “Yes I would.”

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( Aghh this is so delightful to me, thank you so much anon for requesting this. If you guys liked this, let me know and I may very well write a part two. )

A little note; Ive been getting so much support on my last Cameron Winter fic, thank you so much! I know my blog is mainly Evan Peters stuff, but id love to start making other things.. like starting a Cameron Winter series 👀 lol. Anyway thank you sososo much, if anyone has any suggestions..pleasee tell me!

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Hiii r u gonna do any more Cameron Winter stuff?

yes yes!!

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OMG I have zero words. Your Cameron fic was so peak. I beg of thee if you have more in you pls write for him again. Thank you sm 💚

Thank you so so so much! Im currently working on a few more right now, if anyone has any suggestions please let me know!!

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‘You can stay with me’ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

Word count: 396

Notes: Ive actually become enthralled with this man, I cant get enough. And guys for the record, I dont have a foot fetish, I just feel I needed to end this off the way i did with the amount of times Cameron Winter mentions feet in his songs. lol. Sorry for how short this is, I just needed to write about this man because like I said im actually obsessed with him right now.

☆(Cameron Winter x reader)

Warnings: A sickening amount of love…too tooo tooooo much

Summary: Your boyfriend adores you so much, maybe a little too much, but who am I to say.

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“Mmm baby, let me dance away”… “Let me dance away forever” His hands glided up your shoulders, Cameron swayed as he tried to move you along to the music playing. “Come on dance with me sweetheart.”

His voice itself was a song, it was canorous. You found his deep tone so beautiful, it could lure you into a never ending trance, an unearthed desire..

Camerons dark eyes hid under his brown hair, it swayed with his dancing. He watched you intently, his hands guiding you analogously with his movements. You began to lull against him, too tired to actually dance. He moved his hands to your cheeks, and tilted his head. “Tired?” he asked, you respond with nothing more than a sleepy nod. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a hug. He began to walk you backwards onto your bed.

The blankets seemed to swallow you whole, only Camerons touch keeping you astir. He kept you caged underneath him, keeping himself steady with one hand, with his other hand, his fingers caressed your body. He took his time, starting from your stomach his fingers dragged across your skin, accompanied by a shuddered adorn breath escaping his mouth occasionally. His touch hiked its way up to your chest. He didn’t want to do anything more tonight than praise you, so his touch stopped, he knew he would have trouble containing the strain against his pants if he kept going.

“So good for me…you know that baby?” You nodded breathlessly, “You know how perfect you are?” he hummed against your skin. Nuzzling his head against the crook of your neck. “So..” kiss kiss, “fuckin” kiss, “mmph..” kiss kiss kiss, “so fuckin” kiss, “good for me.” He sits back up looking down at you, then moves himself to the end of the bed.

He looked starved the way he stared at you. He slowly..very very slowly held your foot in his hand, bringing it to his mouth. He began to slide you sock off, then he pressed what seemed a million kisses against the skin. “I could do this forever. Fuck you’re so pretty.” His fingers worshipingly massaged into the arch of your foot. He became lost in the action, bringing your foot to his mouth again placing kisses upon it, then lowering it again and continuing to massage. He finally reached for the other foot, repeating the process.