vixen

her

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vi 444. . . she/her. bisexual. pretty in pink. poc. kit’s girl. murder house. kurt cobian. diet coke. vanilla perfume. lip liner. sick fuck. gemini. pinterest obsessed.

list. asks. about me. others. xo.

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i need to lock in yall i apologize 💔💔

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tate loves your costume. he loves it a little too much.

tate thought he’d be a original and be ‘ghost face’ poor boy never realized how popular it was when yall left the house halloween night. but it was perfect for hiding his face. you couldn’t hide what he was doing to you.

“you gotta be a little more.. quiet.” he grunted through his thrusts, the mask muffling his dark tone. his fingers were digging into your hips, almost leaving bruises at how harsh he was pounding. he brought you out to his ‘spot’ and both of yall couldn’t just leave it at making out. at least tate couldn’t.

your costume was hiked up to your hips, your feet digging into the sand as they tried to find balance. you felt the cold breeze everytime he pulled out. the fear of being caught turned him on even more. the idea that someone could see how good he was making you feel made him even harder. regardless, he held you behind the house-sized light-house that was on the beach.

he leaned over, moving up the mask past his mouth so he could softly whisper in your ear. “come on pretty baby, i can feel you squeeze..”

he was nothing but a tease. you couldn’t be loud. you couldn’t move. you just listened. and enjoyed every second of it.

he moved one of his hands down to your clit, rubbing it with each thrust, sending your body twitching. you bit hard down on your bottom lip, almost to blood. you shut your eyes as you tried to contain all the noises coming from your pretty mouth.

“feel good baby? you wanna cu–“

tates pillow talk was interrupted by the sudden flash of light at the lighthouse. his head snapped. “fuck.”

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i have like 6 drafts and no idea what to write ..

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new writing for madison xoxo https://www.tumblr.com/lisboncy/798056059619229696/closet-madison-montgomery-warnings-smut

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guys i love my rory check her out <3

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i’m not dead just writing for sub tate i promise

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who all do you write for??

ngl i have been so lazy coming up with this masterlist. but right now, sturniolo, ahs, challengers and really any show ive seen .

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fratboy chris who secretly loves your tiny skirts.

he didn’t hide it much, but he hated when you wore them out.

you stepped out of the bathroom, eye to eye with your brunette boyfriend who sat on the bed. his eyes scanned down to your bare thighs and back up to you. “no.” he said simply.

you rolled your eyes at his answer. “i should wear what i want.”

he leaned forward, his nails meeting his teeth as he scanned every inch of you again, the bulge in his pants slowly getting harder. he chucked, “fine, but i won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

“yeah right.” your arms crossed. chris was nothing but talk. before, you’d see him talk up all this game to girls at parties, just to leave them with a kiss and wanting more.

… your hands dug into the bathroom sink, biting down on your bottom lip as you watched yourself get fucked in the mirror, chris’ shit-eating grin, and the sound of the party outside the bathroom door.

“you wanted this, huh? the way you kept pressing against me in that tiny fucking skirt.” chris groaned as his fingers bruised your waist with how hard he held onto you. his hair covering his face as he looked down at the movement of your ass against his dick, taking every inch.

“y-yes chris..” you muttered, trying to keep your voice down so no one else would hear how good he was making you feel.

chris licked his lips. “mhmm. you look so pretty taking all of me.” he moved one of his hands, cupping your face and forcing it up to look at yourself in the mirror. “look at that adorable face.”

you were met with your head shaking back and forth, your mouth opened as your quiet moans echoed the bathroom. your eyes moved as they met chris’ through the mirror, his mouth slowly opening, and his head leaning over. you felt his hips shake. he pulled out, releasing himself all over the skirt you still had on.

chris chuckled. his hand met your ass, roughly smacking it. he leaned down to your ear, his soft rough and lingering of seduction. “keep it on when we get home.”

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boyfriend tate who loves watching you…

it’s not always sexual, it began as a little quirk of his. he’d watch you sleep. watch you do your makeup. watch you study. watch you shower. at times, you didn’t feel like there was a single moment where eyes weren’t on you.

this time was sexual.

watching you as you sat underneath your covers, foundling your folds as if it was a toy — sending shocks of pleasure up and down your spine.

you bit harshly on your bottom lip to the contain the sounds of you playing with yourself. tate watched. of course, he didn’t let you see him but he got off even more at that fact. his hands moved up and down his own shaft, almost in unison to yours. all he was thinking about was hoe much better it would feel if it was your hand.

as your head threw back, your other hand cupping your breast as you overstimulated your sensitive clit, grinding your hips upward to the movement. whimpers softly came from your lips. soft enough for tate’s enjoyment. “ff–fuuck..” you let out weakly as your orgasm released.

you moved your hands from under the blanket as your legs slowly went limp, laying there for a moment until the familiar blonde figure appeared from thin air. “tate..?” you questioned, looking up.

“i could make you cum quicker than that.”

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oh kinktober how i love thy

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“i miss the cold.” tate langdon .

warnings | nfsw , not proofread , temperature kink , dom (?) tate , fingering , p in the v

the tiniest breeze slipped through the crack of your window, ever so slightly lifting up the pace from the book you were reading. the soft noises of the wind outside, the falling leaves, and the sounds of the smiths echoed in your room. the ending of september, yet it still wasn’t cold enough. california fall didn’t stay until borderline december.

you’d think living in a house filed with ghost would create some kind of awe feeling, maybe coldness. maybe all of those were just lies about ghosts.

tate was cold. the first time you met him, you were fresh out the shower, mirrors fogged, hair wet and wrapped in a towel. extremely vulnerable. you couldn’t shake these feeling that you were being watched. when you turned to the door, it was locked. the same way you left it before the shower. you kept doing yourself off, hoping you could wipe off the irritable feeling when you put on your clothes.

leaving the restroom, you saw someone sitting on your bed. a relatively tall blonde, with a wide smile and pale skin, looking through your laptop. “you listen to nirvana?” he asked softly, using his two fingers to scroll down using the mouse pad. you screamed in horror, in thought that some man broke into your home, regardless if he was attractive or not. he got up, covering your mouth with his hand and holding the back of your head with the other.

his hand. it was cold. almost like ice. feeling his borderline freezing hand against your soft lips and the crack of your neck sent shivers down your spine.

your mother came rushing into the room after your screams to be greeted with you standing in your room, alone. as your mother disappeared back to her room after lecturing you about scaring her, the blonde appeared once more and rather than screaming again,b you decided to engage in conversation. which led you here.

back to your bed, back alone, hot air and nothing but your thoughts. your thoughts of your old house and snowy days. grabbing a popsicle out the freezer. fresh ice cold water. tate’s hands.

you didn’t want to think about it, you felt guilty. but even with that guilt, your fingers began to trace down your body as you thought of it. just thinking of the thickness of his skin against your mouth, the cold breeze that hit your lips. his eyes. his eyes pierced into your soul with only the few minutes you first spent with him. you thought about his voice. the way he repeated your name when you first introduced yourself. the way his eyes would slowly trace, starting from your eyes, then your lips, then your breast when you would speak.

you found your warm fingers playing with the top lace of your panties as you traced your hand further, closing your eyes to better help envision as your finger trickled inside of you. as you moved around your gummy walls, pumping your fingers in n out. pleasure surged your body, you covered your mouth, throwing your head to the side of your pillow as your hips bucked up to each shot of pleasure coming from your fingers. the noises of your gushy walls were quiet, you tried to stay as silent as you could, besides the whimpers that came from your mouth, biting down your bottom lip.

“what are you doing..?” the voice was soft, almost secretive. it had a hint of sensuality to it.

you jumped up, yanking your blanket over your lower half and moved your hand away from your folds, evidence of your wetness from your fingers rubbed against your sheets. “tate?” you asked within a whisper scream. “what are you doing here?! have you been watching me?”

he smirked at you. his eyes traced your body the same way it did when you spoke to him before. he nibbled on his bottom lip as he got closer to you. “can i sit down?” he asked, already lowering himself onto your bed.

before you could agree or disagree, his hand met yours, the one that was recently inside you. his eyes widened ever so slightly as he looked at you. he didn’t say anything, his eyes just lowered, that same smirk appearing as he got closer. he sat infront of you, his body slowly leaning closer as his mouth was tucked into the nape of your neck. “if i knew you got this wet, i would’ve touched you awhile ago.”

my god. your body was aflame, but you felt so cold. his hands. his breath. his lips had ever so slightly grazed your neck, and even those were cold. maybe you were desperate, needy or just pathetic. but you needed him. “do you..” your voice echoed in your head, yet so silent. “do you want to touch me?” you asked. almost wanting to beg for him to.

he traced soft kisses against your neck, leading up to your ear. “i’d love to.” his chuckle surrounding your ears as one of his hands moved up your thigh. he moved so slowly, almost as if he was teasing you. he slid his fingers back into you warmth, his pointer n his middle. you threw your head back, his fingers were thick and cold, sending shivers up your spine. you leaned against your headboard and bucked your hips off, pouting your bottom lip as you asked for him.

his fingers started pumping in n out of you, faster than you could’ve. the silent noises of your wetness before, now echoed your room. you moved your hand to cover your mouth as he went faster. “you look even prettier when you’re squirming.” the blonde chuckled, coming closer and slowly rubbing his other hand on your stomach as it moved up.

his fingers played with your nipple as his other hand pumped you. “can you open your eyes?” he asked, turning his head with that shit-eating grin. you bit down on your had that was covering your mouth as you looked up at him, your eyes getting watery by the over stimulation. it still wasn’t enough. you looked down, being greeted by the bludge in his joggers and the small wet spot on it. his eyes followed yours, soon making eye contact again. your eyes were begging, pleading for it as if his fingers weren’t already pleasing your folds. “tate..” you gasped.

“ask for it.” he curled his fingers, watching as your eyes opened and your mouth shut by your teeth.

“please.. please fuck me.”

and with those words, his pants were being slipped off. you followed, rushing for your panties and the covers. both of you moved like animals in need. his mouth rushed to yours as his pants and boxers hit his ankles. his ice cold lips constrasted from your warm plump lips. they slammed into eachother, desperately in need. salvia. whimpering. and hands just everywhere.

he picked up your legs up from underneath your thighs, moving your legs to each side of him. he pulled away, looking at your body in awe as his fingers traced over you. “god. you’re so beautiful.” his fingers went to your face, cupping your cheeks. “look at you.. fuck. i can’t wait to fill you up. c’mere.” he commanded as he yanked your legs closer, your foreheads now touching as he slowly inserted himself.

he gradually shoved all of himself in you. you gasped, preparing yourself for the moan that was sitting in your throat before you felt his hand clasp against your mouth in effort to make you shut up. “you gotta be quiet, just take it. can you do that for me?”

he was practically making fun of you as he stretched out your insides. he moves his head, looking at you as you nodded. “good girl.” he cooed, before he began to move in n out. he moved his hand from your mouth to gain his balance as he thrusted in you. your moans filled his ears, even while trying to be quiet. with each thrust your body squirmed underneath him. he placed his hand on your hip and the other interlocked with your fingers. his lips became intertwined with yours again. his kisses were soft as his thrusts were mean and almost hurtful. he fucked you like he needed to.

in and out, your walls stretched and shrinked. the coldness of his body soothed your heat as he used your holes. you pulled away from the kiss. he continued his harsh thrusts as you lips were still touching. you called out his name ever so silently, it breathy and pathetic. a tear streaming down from your face as you bit your lip with a soft smile. “you like this huh?” he mocked. “you like being fucked, baby?” he tried to contain himself, biting down on his lips after his words to conceal his pathetic moans. he loved this. just as much as your pussy did. you nodded, yanking his face back into yours with both of your hands as your lips slammed against eachother.

the thrusts became more irritable and the knot in your stomach began to tighten. your hands moved to his neck, scrapping your nails into the skin, leaving red marks. the hot sensation between yall filled the room. “can i cum..?” he tried to mutter as he thrusted. a complete contrast to his dominant persona. “please?” he asked again before you could get a second to comprehend. “please? you feel so fucking good.” he kept begging.

your eyes met his once more. his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth open as drool slipped from his tongue, breathing like a dog. you nodded, biting your lip at the sight. “cum for me.” you whispered in his ear, moans within your words.

he pulled out, his hand choking his tip as he jerked himself aggressively on your stomach before white goo spilled out onto your tummy. he let out a pathetic moan as he finished, his body folding ontop of you. he wasn’t sweating. still just cold and soothing. your hands scratched his back as his breathing slowed. “did you finish?”

“no..” you responded in a few seconds, creating silence.

“can i make you?” he raised his head, looking up at you with his big beedy eyes. almost pleading.

you played with his hair, looking down at him. “please.”