Rafe Pushing Your Head And You Throw Up On It

I’m sorry but I literally hate when I’m reading Rafe fics or any fics nd they make reader so child like it gives me the biggest ick . nd when they make reader call him dad nd she like bites him nd shi , literally the biggest ick ever it makes me feel so gross . do ykwim 😭 .

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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.”

i have so much writes block rn

please help ☺️ .

its so sad how many people are dropping like flies in the evan/ahs fandom

“He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it. When he walked in every woman’s head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn’t contain himself. I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way, I understood him and I loved him.”

so i actually need to suck his soul out of his body via using his dick as a straw

THE PROXIES RECIEVING NUDES

TIM WRIGHT/ MASKY

He swore you two had a discussion about this, not while he was working.

Half of him was more than happy to receive the video of your little fingers pumping in and out of your pretty pussy. While the other half of him was pissed that you disobeyed him and his request.

When he felt his phone vibrate against his thigh he knew it was you considering the guys were right next to him, intently focused on the victims in the house in front of them

He couldn't help but get distracted for the rest of the mission. Honestly he let the other two take the lead, he couldn't think of anything but you

When everything was said and done they got in the truck and headed back home, Tim drove like the fucking wind to get home to you.

He left the truck running as he walked inside, his footsteps heavy as he made his way to your room

Immediately throwing the door open and tearing off his jacket

"We discussed this. On your knees, now."

Lets just say he made sure you learned your lesson

BRIAN THOMAS/ HOODIE

He was sitting shotgun in the truck on their way to the next mission location, Toby was chatting away while he looked out the window wishing he was deaf.

When his phone dinged he was more than happy to put his attention elsewhere

He immediately slammed his phone into his lap when your tits filled the screen. In the car?? Really??

He looked at his associates making sure they were too distracted before he looked again, shifting his body so the phone screen was out of their view

"Lookin' good hon" was his text back

He wasn't as distracted as he thought he would be for the rest of the mission

When he came home to you he got on top of you, pressing his face against your perfect tits.

"Why do ya' gotta tease me like that sweetheart?" He'd question softly as you ran your fingers through his hair

He'd spend the rest of the night alternating between groping your boobs or laying on top of you with his face buried in your chest

"TICCI" TOBY

As usual the man was talking his collogues ears off as they walked through the woods. He was going on about this thing he and Ben saw online and he was looking through his phone to show them

When your message came through he went dead silent, eyes locked on the way your body was positioned in front of the mirror. On your knees, legs apart with your body on full display. All for him.

He felt his pants grow tight as he stared.

It wasn't until Tim said something that he looked up, face red and eyes wide.

"S-sorry- Just a little dis-tracted..." He mumbled as he shoved his phone into his back pocket

He was silent for the rest of the walk, the other two had a good idea of why

Toby was quite the open book after all

When he got home he was on his knees for you, begging to let him taste you, at least let his head get squished between your thighs

He was like putty in your hands

It was the easiest it's ever been to get what you want from him

“I need him biblically,,, I need him in a way that is concerning to feminism.”

Currently rewatching asylum for the first time since it aired. Evan really put his whole evussy into this role stg 🙏🏻