Mr. Tate

You were reaching out your hand for me to hold it Right But I'm not that guy

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📷 Post the 12th photo from your phone’s gallery📅 Your birthday🎂 How old are you📏 How tall are you

📷 Post the 12th photo from your phone’s gallery

📅 Your birthday November 15

🎂 How old are you 30

📏 How tall are you 6′1

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☠ Something that angers you

Not respecting boundaries, mine or other peoples.

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jac-thompson​:

“You don’t think so? You don’t sound so sure, I don’t know if I’m convinced,” she teased lightly with a chuckle. Admittedly, she did suspect that she would have at least some trouble settling into her new school. The campus looked like something out of a Harry Potter movie and she imagined the rest of the students to be straight out of Gossip Girl; a world that she was not a part of. Still, she had nothing to lose, she supposed. “I am taking econ, I’m good with numbers,” she said with a smile, comforted by the thought of having at least one familiar face around the place. “I’m Jac, by the way,” she offered a handshake, unsure if that was precisely the right thing to do, “How long have you been at Westminster?”

“I’ve never been as a student” he clarified, “I’m sure its different for you” he flashed her a small grin. His brows raised a bit as she confirmed that she would be taking his class, “Ah well, I make the class fairly easy” he said, this job wasn’t his true passion, he kind of fell into it honestly, he hoped one day to take the place of his father. His eyes drifted towards the graying man laughing among a group of other gentlemen. His attention was caught again as the girl introduced herself, “It’s nice to meet you Jac” he replied, “I’m Destin but I suppose you’ll know me by Mr. Tate” he said with a laugh. He paused a moment, trying to think of how long he’d been teaching, “Uh, lets see...” he said “coming up on 7 years.”

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1-13

1:When did you lose your virginity? 15

2: Rough sex or soft sex? Rough

3: Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes? Being a dom, if that’s unusual

4: Weirdest place you’ve had sex? when I worked as a personal trainer I had sex in the gym after hours

5: Favourite sex position? doggy

6: Do you like to be dominant or submissive? Dominant

7: Have you ever had any one night stands? yes

8: Sex on the bed, couch or the floor? anywhere

9: Have you ever had sex in a public place? yes

10: Have you ever been caught masturbating? I don’t believe so

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like? Briefs I don’t have sexy underwear

12: How often do you have sex? a few times a week

13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with? Sure

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34: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience: Whipped cream seems like the go to answer for this. I’m not huge on using food though.

35: Worst possible time to get horny: before I have to be somewhere important, or I suppose while I’m teaching but that’s never happened

36: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans? Yes, the louder the better

37: How much fapping is too much fapping: if you’re rubbing yourself raw you should take a break

38: Best sexual complement you ever got: One girl I was casually sleeping with told me I was the only guy who could make her squirt.

39: Favorite foreplay activities: lots of teasing, oral and fingers

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jac-thompson​:

“Um,” she hesitated once more, her brow creasing ever so slightly as she tried to recall exactly which equivalent grade she was entering, “Sixth form,” she knew that much but that didn’t exactly answer his question, “I’m a senior,” did that? Why couldn’t British schooling be as simple as North American, she wondered. She chuckled at his follow up question and shook her head, “I think I’ll survive it,” she assured him, though admittedly there were nerves brimming beneath the surface. Not only was she the new kid, she was the new foreign kid and she’s never been to such a prestigious school before. She had a lot to learn about Westminster culture. “Should I be worried?” she asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively as she lifted a cup of still water from the refreshment table and brought it to her lips.

He nodded in acknowledgement, “I don’t think so, no” he shook his head “Although I’m not a studen there so” he laughed, raising one brow slightly. “I am however teaching there” he looked down at her, “Maybe I’ll have you in one of my classes.” he added. “Economics, if you haven’t already taken it before- it’s likely we will see a lot of each other.”

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                                               Destin Tate

                                                 Slytherin

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jac-thompson​:

“Headmistress, yes” she corrected herself delicately, reminded that it was the preferred term at Westminister, one that had sort of intimidated her with how formal it sounded. “Technically soon-to-be,” She nodded her head to confirm his suspicion, it was hard to deny when she was in her school blazer and house tie but otherwise, she supposed she looked like any other party goer. She could have been somebody’s daughter, somebody’s niece, maybe even some wealthy old man’s wife who refused a prenup agreement. He spoke again and she was distracted from her silly imagination, “Right,” she chuckled as she nodded her head, “I think that’s fair enough,” she mused, “Also explains why you’re hanging out by the refreshments…parents and family friends can be…” a pain in the ass, though she tried to think of a more diplomatic turn of phrase, “-a handful,” she decided.

Destin hummed softly as she spoke, nodding with a laugh “A handful” he echoed, tipping his glass to his lips. “That’s the understatement of the year.” he laughed a bit. “You’ll be going into year 12 or Year 13?” he questioned, assessing her for just a moment, nothing longer than would be appropriate between a man his age overlooking a younger woman, especially one that could possibly be one of his students. “Are you nervous about going to school there?” he followed up.

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little--fleur​:

Fleur grabbed a drink from one of the waiters as soon as they were back in the living area, a small smirk on her lips as she looked around. “Not necessarily a bad thing” She murmured before she spotted his mother nearly at the same time he did. “Well…she’s never liked me anyways” She shrugged, looking up at him with an arched brow. “Sorry for whatever third degree you’ll be getting later.” 

He placed his hand on her lower back gently as they walked through the crowd, “I personally don’t care if she likes you or not” he said simply, chuckling at her statement. “I’m thirty years old Fleur, she has zero say in what I do with my time or who I do it with” he looked down at her, “Worst case, She’ll be more pissed that I may have been seen going upstairs” he chuckled. He inhaled a breath before exhaling and giving her a small nod, “suppose I should go try to mingle a bit more.” he grumbled, grabbing another champange from the waiters tray. “Lets get together again soon yeah?”

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charlipls​:

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A smile curled on her lips, she knew that rule well, she was actually almost positive that the only date she had gone on was with him and she didn’t even really consider it a date by the end of it; “It’s going well actually, my ballet slippers and are quite literally intertwined with each other” making a mild and questionably funny joke about how the pointe shoe snakes its way around ones calf; “No, not really though I will admit that having a party just for the sake of having a party is kind of odd at least to me” since parties were meant for celebration and if there was nothing to celebrate? Charli just didn’t see the point.

He smiled “Ahh, well I’m glad to hear it’s going so well” he smirked then exhaled a laugh. “Yes well” he tipped his glass to his lips. “any excuse for my mom to show off her money” he shrugged. “I suppose that’s why rich people have parties for no reason” He muttered, growing up with money Destin had seen that money didn’t make anyone happy and although he was well off financially, Destin didn’t see the importance some people put on money or showing it off.

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little--fleur​:

Fluffing her hair and adding a layer of gloss to her lips before tucking it away in her wristlet along with the ruined panties she turned back to face him. “It’s not every time…just the boring ones.” She raised a brow with a laugh as she ran a hand down his chest while passing. “Wonder if anyone noticed your absence in the meantime.” She laughed softly, lifting her dress as she walked down the stairs carefully

He exhaled a laugh “Ahhh yes well” he nodded, walking down the stairs and back into the living area where the party guests seemed to have not moved, still mingling amongst themselves. “I will take this as a no” he chuckled, although he’d caught a gimpse of his mother staring at the pair, he gave her a small nod before looking back at Fleur. “I think my mother may have noticed” he corrected.

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little--fleur​:

He exhaled a laugh through his nose at her comment, watching her put herself back together before grabbing his jacket and slipping back onto him. “Yes well, I never debated that fact” he chuckled, eyeing over her carefully. “But you shouldn’t expect to steal me away everytime we see each other.” he stated before giving her a smirk, “No matter how fun it will be” he pressed his lips to her temple and unlocked the door, “Ladies first’ he gestured.

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little--fleur​:

“Fuck” he grunted feeling her clenching tightly around him, working to milk his own climax from him and his hips began pounding against hers with little remorse, staggering uncoordinated. He sighed heavily, his grip in her hair tightening as he felt the tightening in the pit of his stomach. He let out low guttural noises as his hips jerked, pushing himself as deep as he could before halting with panted breaths. “Fuck” he muttered in a deep tone, pulling himself out of her and lifting off of her. He pulled the condom off of him, tying it and tossing it to the bin before tucking himself back into his pants and wiped sweat from his forehead, looking over at her and giving her a soft grin. “you’re a very good girl” he hummed, leaning back over and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. 

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little--fleur​:

He grunted at the feeling of her fingers in his hair, hand slipping to her jaw, wrapping two fingers up and pushing them into her mouth, holding onto her jaw tightly. He thrusted harder, his free hand entangling into the hair he managed to grasp onto, tugging firmly. Primal growls vibrating in his chest, “Cum..” he commanded through gritted teeth. “Cum for me now, little girl”

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favourite…11 - character from a book?12 - creative medium?13 - memory?14 - aspect of a person’s face?15 - decade before the 2020s?16 - band?

11. Baloo from Jungle Book

12. paints although I don’t partake in it

13. I’ve played baseball since I was practically walking, but there was this one game when I was about 13, I got the winning run and my dad was so proud of me. He let me pick dinner that night and it was probably the closest I ever felt to him.

14. Eyes and lips

15. The 90′s

16. Lost Boy Crow

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little--fleur​:

He groaned at the feeling of her lips on his neck, “No marks” he reminded her through gritted teeth, slamming his hips into hers harder now. He bit down on his lower lip, his hand moving from her thigh to her chest- massaging her breast through the dress and it was rather frustrating that she’d had it on but knowing they needed to go back out after this was the only reason they were still practically completely dressed. Moving from her breast his hand gripped around her throat, applying slight pressure as he leaned down, holding his weight against his free forearm. His face buried into her hair, breath laboring as he repeatedly slammed into her.

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charlipls​:

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“Oh my what a shame” being more then just a ‘little’ serious, in fact she was being the complete opposite as she communicated with the other; “We must call all authorities to make sure that Mr. Tate here get’s a date-… I bet that’s what this is, isn’t it?” continuing her joking antics as she poked just a little bit of fun at him; “Oh come on Des, you know that I date my career” and she really did, having to turn down more then just Destin when it came to every day life; “All the time but I guess I’ve become really good at making up excuses” her friends cared about her and she couldn’t deny that, she loved them to pieces but at the same time she just-.. didn’t have enough effort or energy to date someone right now; “So if this is not another season of the Bachelor-… what is it?”

His brow arched upwards “No” he said simply, a soft smile hinting at the corners of his lips. “No dates.” he shook his head, waving a finger towards her. “Ah yes, how is that going?” he questioned. “The relationships good then?” he tipped the glass to his lips, then shrugged “Ah... well does my family need a reason for a party?” he asked, the answer was not at all however this was some sort of occassion. “I’m sure it was buying out another company, something big I’m assuming” he said, Destin never really got details- his father had always been a secretive man, holding him at arms legnth.