Evan Peters Imagines

Tate Langdon

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"Go away Tate." you sat on your bed with your arms crossed and a prominent pout.
"Come on, you asked about Violet so I told you. Don't be mad at me." he sat on your bed next to you.
"I'm gonna be mad. You love Violet. So you can go talk to her, and have ghost sex with each other." you sneered. Which made Tate laugh.
"I loved Violet. Plus, I'd rather have ghost sex with you." he gave you a shit eating grin. You watched as he climbed on top of you pressing his lips to your neck. You tried so hard not to like it but you were melting within his grasp.
"Tate." you sighed contently feeling his lips dip below your chin, nipping at your collarbone. His hands were at your sides, squeezing them gently. You placed your hands awkwardly on the back of his neck. He looked up at you and smiled. You watched as his dimples indented making you sigh outloud.
"Don't give me that look. You're so annoying." you lied. You loved when he smiled at you.
He smiled even wider sliding his hands underneath you grabbing your backside pressing your hips into his. You groaned closing your eyes enjoying the closeness. "You're the worst Tate." you felt his lips press on yours. As he pulled away to respond he bit your lip tugging at it lightly. "But you love me."