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Dressing Room- (post-death) Kyle X Fem Reader

a/n: This occured to me while writing a headcanon, and I JUST HAD TO WRITE IT. I just love little baby Kyle. Enjoy!

Warning: mentions of mom, smut, public sex, THE CUTEST BOY ALIVE

WC: 934 (lil short but it’s ok)

“Ok so where do you want to go now?” You asked him as you both stepped out of the coffee shop, he looked around the strip to find an interesting store to walk in. “Don’t....... know.” Kyle was still so new to the world, and downtown was his favorite place. He felt like he could see everything, and walk into different atmospheres. You would take him every weekend, so that he could discover a new store, or in his eyes, a new planet. 

Kyle reached for your hand, and you both walked into his desired direction. His pace was quick, he was desperate for bright decorations in the glass display, it was what caught his attention. He practically ran to the door once he saw pink feather boas and mannequins in tiny undergarments. The big sign at the front of the store stated “DIRTY SECRERTS”, of course Kyle chose the store for the feathers on display because he still had a hard time reading, he couldn’t have known this was a sex store. 

You didn’t stop him from going in, because just the thought of his face when he walks in was too funny. Once inside, Kyle came to a halt, admiring the store and its entirety  from a distance. You brought his hand to your face, and you gave him a kiss, “Come on silly.” He slowly followed you as you continued to the first section of the store.

The shelf was packed with dlidos. Every row was labeled, ‘VIBRATORS’, ‘STRAP ONS’, ‘EXTRA LONG’, and so on. Kyle reached out and grabbed one from the strap on row, he looked at it, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Wanna get one to try at home?” He looked at you with eyes wide, and quickly put it back where it was. Kyle pointed to the longest one that was pink, “M- me.” he looked at you for approval. You held your stomach as you laughed hard. 

You took his hand again and walked to the lingerie section, so you could see more of his funny reactions. Kyle immediately grabbed the one that was red and had a lot of straps. An idea occurred to you, so you quickly asked the lady working at the front if people could try on the lingerie. “Yes, you can, use the pantie liners though.”

You grabbed Kyle, with the lingerie piece still in his hand, “Ok Kyle I have a surprise, but you have to wait here. Just sit right here until I come out.” You grabbed the fabric from his hand and shut the door of the dressing room. 

After some struggle to figure out what body parts go in certain places, you had the lingerie on. You were getting aroused just by looking at the reflection, you could not wait any longer to show your boyfriend. The door opened, and Kyle was playing with his fingers, but when he noticed you, his mouth fell open. You started to pose for him, “What do you think?” 

You did a spin for him, in which he saw all of your exposed skin, “L-l-love.” Kyle ran to you, pushing your body further in the small dressing room space. He kissed you intensely, and you knew what he wanted.

 Ever since you and Kyle have had sex for the first time after the accident, that is all he has wanted to do. In public, at home, while you were in the bathroom, at dinner, it didn’t matter where the two of you were, he just wanted to touch himself and touch you. Sex was a constant thought for him, Kyle couldn’t control his feelings. This time wouldn’t be any different. 

“Ky, we can’t. People are working, and this is a very small store, they’ll hear us.” He whined at your words, and began palming himself. You couldn’t help but feel guilty, you dramatically sighed, “Fine.” You giggled as the door shut, and started pulling down his pants along with his underwear. 

“You doing ok?” You pulled out his erect cock, you wanted to make sure Kyle was enjoying himself and that this is what he wanted. “Want.... y-you.” You stroke him, while looking deep into his sweet chocolate eyes. “No! I give you.” You stopped immediately, but he started to take off your tiny underwear. Kyle was still unfamiliar with most things, but when it came to your pleasure, he knew what he was doing. Kyle lifted you, and pushed your back against the cold surface of the mirror, and took no time to enter your wet cunt. He groaned loudly, as he usually does, “Shhhh. Ky I love you but you need to be quiet.” 

Kyle thrusted slow but hard, hitting your sweet spot everytime. Moans escaped your lips, but you made sure they were no louder than a whisper. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Your words encouraged him to go faster, earning more moans on his side. The noise of your skin slapping, was sure to be heard by employees and other clients. You could feel him already twitching inside of you, and with the sloppier thrusts, you knew he was close to his climax. 

You began to worry about the mess he was going to make, “Stop.” He did as he was told, although he didn’t want to, Kyle respected your boundaries. “Y-you doing ok?”

“Yes, but we should finish this at home, or maybe in the car.” You bit your lip and winked at him. Kyle was quick to pull out of you, and pull his pants up.

“But do you think I should get the lingerie?”

[dearestal]

Unpopular opinion Tate and ben were in love

[dearestal]

CONGRATULATIONS EVAN, HIS FIRST EMMY:)

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I just want a new tate fanfic

Smut or fluff :)

Break In- Tate Langdon X FEM Reader

A/n: Of courseeeeee! I’ll do smut because I want to make Tate a bad boy ;). Also I made this for a fem reader, if you want me to change it for male or gn lmk. I hope you like it 😌

Summary: You meet Tate while your out with friends 

Warning: SMUT, drug use

(ahhhhhhh why is this gif so hot)

“Come on this house is empty, and it’s been empty. No one lives here.” Mark pointed at the brick house. “The last owners died so I’m pretty sure no one wants to buy this.” He ran up to the front lawn, and the group followed. 

Although breaking in an abandoned house in the middle of night sounded risky and maybe fun, the thought just made you anxious. You were new to this group of friends and all of them were much more experienced than you. They were already smoking, doing drugs, drinking, and having sex, which all just seemed too intimidating for you. 

“Mark what if someone sees us, I’m not ok with being arrested.” Arrested, the word lingered in your brain, it finally hit you that this was illegal, and you could go to prison. It would stay on your record forever, every job you would apply for in the future would see that you were a troubled teenager. 

“Emily! You’re being dramatic, we just go in, hang out, and leave. Jason help me open the door.” The other male in the group stepped up to the door and after a view fidgeting with the lock, it was open and we all stepped in. The house was classic, the wood and the ceiling fixtures were beautiful, when Emily turned on the lights, it revealed more of the beauty. Everyone rushed to the living room, avoiding the other parts of the house because it would be more difficult to disguise our entry. 

Once everyone was comfortable on the floor, Jason started making out with Rose, and Mark was taking out all of his drugs. Soon enough, the couple went to the bathroom to get some alone time, and  Mark and Emily were seated on the couch lost in their own heads. You felt out of place, you weren’t a big fan of weed and cocaine, and you also weren’t in a relationship, especially with someone who just wanted to have sex all the time. You were a virgin. 

You decided to explore more of the house, the kitchen was pretty similar to the one in your home, and the office space was boring. You went upstairs to see the rooms and one of the rooms was super cold the second you stepped in, and there were some things on the wall, perhaps hung by the previous owner. There were posters featuring Kurt Cobain and other bands that were unfamiliar. 

“You know Cobain?” The voice startled you, making you jump, you turned around to see the person who just spoke. He was blonde and he looked your age, “Uh are you with the group?” 

“Yeah, Mark invited me.” Oh he knows Mark, he was late. 

“Oh do you want to go downstairs?” He chuckled at your question.

“Do you?” You thought about it, everyone downstairs was preoccupied, and this attractive boy was upstairs. You shook your head. He walked up to you, “Maybe we could get to know each other….. up here.” The area between your thighs, tingled. 

“I’m Tate.” You were in disbelief, this boy was talking to you, and he was so hot. You were surprised you haven’t seen him before at school, he surely would have caught your attention. 

“I’m y/n.” 

“That’s a cute name. Wanna make out?” He pointed to the bed, and you instantly nodded, not even sure what you were getting yourself into. You’ve never ‘made out’ with someone other than your pillow or your hand. 

Tate began to kiss you softly, pecking at your lips and moving down to your neck. This new sensation felt so good, you groaned, which earned a smirk from Tate. He moved back to your lips, kissing you hard, and sliding his tongue in your mouth. You were unsure if you were kissing him back correctly, but by the way he was pulling you closer, made your insecurities fade away. Tate reached for your chest, and you let him grope your breast. 

With every second the kiss was growing more intense, and he was slowly moving on top of you. He laid you down, and he kissed you making his way down your neck again. But he didn’t stop there. Tate grabbed the bottom of your shirt pulling it up, exposing your bra. He looked you in the eye to make sure this was ok with you, which it was. He kissed your breasts, and eventually pulled down your bra, releasing your tits for his viewing pleasure. 

Tate took off your shirt, and started moving down to the button of your jeans. Before you knew it, you were only in your underwear. But the fear of having sex for the first time began to infest your head. He noticed that you were struggling to relax, he sat up, expecting you to say something. 

“I’ve- I’ve never.” You didn’t have to say anything more for him to understand you. “Don’t worry we don’t have to have sex, but I can still pleasure you, if you’ll let me.” You smiled at his response, which made him continue. 

Tate yanked your underwear off your body, and you were completely naked under him. He grabbed the front of your legs and spread them, exposing your wet pussy. He leaned in close, barely touching your sensitive clit. You could feel his hot breath, which just made you crave him so much more. 

Tate began licking in between your folds, slowly making circles around your clit with his thumb. You were a moaning mess under him, you reached to tangle your fingers in his messy hair. 

A feeling of euphoria washed over you as you became light headed. Tate was only moving faster with his mouth and his fingers, which caused you to moan even more. The feeling was too much to handle for you, this was new. Of course you have heard what an orgasm was but you were slightly frightened how you were going to cum. 

Suddenly your stomach was tightening and it ached a bit. “Don’t be afraid to let me taste you. Let go y/n.” With his words, one last moan escaped your lips. You screamed with pleasure, “Oh my fucking god, you are delicious.” 

Tate got up and laid on top of you, he kissed you, with his lips still wet. “Tate, that was… insane.” You finally spoke after being lost at words the whole time. He smirked on your lips. You got up to get changed, and once you were, you heard someone running up the stairs. 

“Come on Y/N! The cops are here!” Mark yelled and looked panicked. 

“Fuck! Come on Tate!” You turned around to look at him but he wasn’t there.

[dearestal]

The way this man kisses😩

Omfg😏😏😏

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Sex Positions the Evans would enjoy the most

A/n: there are a lot of names that you might not be familiar, of course do some research if you would like BUT ONLY IF YOU ARE 18 or older. Let me know if I should include Rory, Edward, Jeff, and Gallant more often.

Warning: you could probably tell but mentions of sex and smut, Kyle’s trauma from mom

(Idk why I keep using gifs with Evan peters as warren lipka, but he is so hot)

Tate

He loves you and he wants to see you, so his favorite is missionary. The classic, because he gets to see how good he is making you feel. Tate also loves hearing you moan in his ear

I think he would also like fucking you from the back, Tate loves your body and the curves that are so visible from that position

Lastly, ✨the side spoon✨. It’s really romantic because you both are cuddling while you know. Tate would whisper things in your ear, like “you are so beautiful” or “I love you so much”

Kit

I know he loves 69 and you can’t tell me otherwise, Kit just absolutely adores how you react to him giving you oral. It gets him rock hard, knowing that he is the reason for all the moaning. But at the same time Kit loves receiving, so when he found out about 69 he got really excited

This position is called the face off, and he absolutely loves it. The fact that it’s to sensual and romantic, makes his heart flutter. Like Tate, he wants to see your face and how good he is making you feel

Kyle

pre death

Kyle is an ass man, so he really enjoys anything that has your ass in sight. He also likes control (of course in a way that you feel comfortable with), due to the trauma with his mother, he wants to be able to decide what happens and when it happens.

post death

He wants to be really intimate, a good one for him would be you riding him. Kyle thinks you are so pretty, so when he has your face insight, it just gives him much more pleasure.

Jimmy

Another big ass man, so a great one for him would be Up from Above. Jimmy is an anal guy, and he loves seeing your reaction. He also wants to make sure you are ok and doing well

He will also take any opportunity to have sex with you, so the restroom attendant is a favorite. Especially if it’s done in front of a mirror. Again, really enjoys seeing your face.

Jimmy also loves doing oral on you, when you ride his face he could just finish right then and there.

James March

Well we know already he enjoys going from the back and being in control, buttttttt also likes his partner to take control too.

I would recommend for him to try straddle his saddle, and loveseat. He is a classical man with a lot of passion, so these would provide him some adventure and lots of loving.

Kai Anderson

The man just loves sex. That’s it. Whatever position, whatever person, whatever hole, or whatever location. Even if he isn’t horny, he’ll have sex

Positions i can see him liking a lot would be the flat iron, couch surfer, and the face sitter for sure.

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The Morning After- Mr. March x Reader

a/n: This is the part 2 for The Killer Night, I just changed the title because I don’t think it matched the story. It’s a little short-y, but I will be doing more parts because I just can’t get enough of JPM. 

Warning: Smut, FEM READER, thas it :)

Where am I? What’s going on? Why are there so many voices? Confusion overwhelms you and tears run down your cheek. Last night seems like a blur as it usually does every Sunday morning, but this anxiety that rose, was much different. The bed that you woke up on, was not the one in your room, the decoration and the space was foreign to your mind. 

“Oh! You are up Ms. Y/L/N. Mr. March will be delighted at the news.” The woman in the maid attire, made her exit with a smile on her face. Mr. March? You thought.

Your clothes were nicely folded on the edge of the bed, soft and clean. As you reach for your dress, the reflection in the mirror caught your eye. You walked over to the corner to get a better look, scared of what you might find, but everything was perfectly normal. You were wearing a button down shirt, that went past your wrists and past your knees. A red scarf around your neck. Your hair was down, but seemed to be brushed, and no makeup was found under your eyes. Your appearance matched the status of your clothes from last night.

“Ms. Evers you did wash the sheets in the room from last night, right?” You heard the voice from the hall. 

“Uh no... no sir, but I will be sure to get those cleaned right away.”

“Get to it! And move all the belongings to my room.” The man’s voice matched his body when he walked in. He had a wide grin once he saw you standing in front of the mirror. 

“Who are you? Why am I in this room? What happened last night?” The tears started to fall again, this feeling of not knowing was ripping you to shreds. 

“Hush, dear. No need to cry, I know you must be really confused, but it will all make sense in the near future.” He walked up to you slowly, and kissed your forehead. 

“Get away!” You pushed him, but he chuckled. “Why do I hear so many people? The screaming, the cries, they are telling me that I’m dead!” The emotion burst out of you, causing you to fall to the ground, sobbing and covering your ears in hopes that everything would go quiet. 

“I am here to help you, darling. Let me explain to you in the best way I possibly can.” He knelt down to your level, and grabbed your chin so that eye contact could be made. 

He walked to the mini bar located by the desk, he poured himself a glass brown liquor and asked if you wanted anything. “No, I’m fine.” Your voice was shaken. 

“Well I am James March. James Patrick March. I own this fine establishment.” You stood up to sit on the bed as you listened, but the scarf you had on, was getting far too uncomfortable, to the point where it stung like a wound. You reached for the front of it, “You don’t want to do that, well not until I get to the part where I tell you that you are in fact dead, dear.” James’ words seemed like bullshit. 

“Yeah nice try, but I don’t believe in shit like ghosts.” You pulled the scarf off in one quick motion, but the sight made you scream as you saw it in the mirror. You could hear James’ ice, rattle in his cocktail glass. 

You ran towards the door, and down to the lobby. You sprinted with so much speed, that the door was right in front of you, but once you pushed it open, you returned to the bed in Mr. March’s room. 

“What the hell is happening to me?!” You began to cry again, louder than ever. 

“I told you. The sooner you accept it, the sooner you can use it to your advantage.”

You sat in silence with shook. Nothing was said, but when James finished his drink, “I’m going to be in my office.” The door shut, leaving you alone with sadness as you got closer to connecting all of the pieces and making sense of his words.

You took another look at the open wound on your neck, although the thought of it made sense, being.... dead was insane to admit. You were never one to believe in ghosts or spirits walking on earth, you weren’t such a believer of heaven and hell either, although this seemed a lot like the devil’s home. 

You decide to find Mr. March, perhaps he would provide you some comfort, although you knew what he did deep down. Once figuring out what room he was located in, you saw that he was seated in his desk chair, concentrated at what was laid upon his table. He didn’t look at you but he knew of your presence, “So, you are ready to talk, I presume.” 

Not one word left your lips, but you grew closer to him, wanting warmth was the only feeling you craved. You reached his desk, and James looked at you in the eye while you went to sit on his lap. Your forehead placed in the nook of his neck. Mr. March was a cold and brutal man, but when he stroked your hair, all of the confusion, anxiety, doubt, and fear went away in an instant. You wanted more, his lips on your lips, his hands all over you. 

It surprised you that you could feel so good in the arms of your killer, but that didn’t matter. You pulled away so that you were inches from his face, he wiped the remaining tears off your cheek, which made you pull in for his kiss. 

Once your lips were connected, your body entered a euphoric sensation. James pulled you closer to him, the passion he had was overwhelming. You wanted him, you wanted all of him right now, no matter if he was the real reason of your current state. 

You moved slightly to get access to his belt, quickly with no hesitation his belt was removed, and you were now working on the zipper of the nice pants. Mr. March moaned on your lips as you finally reached his boner. He carried you as he stood from the chair, and placed you on the desk. Your back flat on all the paperwork and your legs wrapped around his torso. 

James ripped his own shirt off your body, revealing every part of yourself to him. He took no time to kiss your right breast, nipping at the delicate skin, moving down your stomach, kissing you the whole way. You grabbed his hair, and moaned loudly when he finally reached your wet cunt. Although, the pleasure he was giving you  felt incredible, you wanted penetration. 

“Stop. Stop, I want you, but not like this.” James understood what you wanted and moved quickly. He thrusted into your wet core, finding your weakness immediately, and hit it everytime as he went in and out. Mr. March loved the sight of your naked body under him, and his hand reached around your neck, you only got closer to your orgasm.

His grunts filled the room, he was enjoying every moment, Mr. March was lost at words. You tightened around him as you could feel you were at the edge. Screams of enjoyment escaped your lips, but you were quickly silenced by James’ lips on your mouth. He bit your lip, drawing blood, you loved the taste of it, and so did Mr. March. 

He lied on top of you, exhausted and trying to catch his breath. “I am so glad I ran into you yesterday, dear. You are everything I will every need.”

[dearestal]

Fine.