#Langdon

[marchsfreakshow]

Clingyness {Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader}

You're watching a horror movie with Tate, and he gets worried for you, so you decide to find a way to comfort him.

For my big sis @lilthbunny 💜

18+! Minors dni with this fic.

Warnings!: Oral (M receive), praise and praise, p n v, Sub!Tate, Dom!Reader, horror movie generalness, mommy kink, kind of ooc Tate, crud smut writing.

Tate and you were snuggled together, under a warm duvet, the rain was storming, making the atmosphere feel more and more like a cliche. But he was resting his cute head on your chest, an arm placed around your waist, as one of yours held his own waist. No one dared disturb you two today.

It was Halloween.

Despite Halloween being the day that ghosts could roam free, Tate wanted to watch a movie tonight. It made you happy anyway, too many parties and drunk rowdy teenagers. He agreed that it was a night to stay inside and watch Halloween movies. Snacks were on your lap and Tate's lap, with two hot chocolates on the bedside drawer. Nothing but the best for my princess, Tate thought, looking up at you. You were distracted by the movie. It was a movie you somehow had never seen.

The Banana Splits Movie.

The premise of it enticed your horror movie-loving heart. It was a scrapped Five Nights At Freddy's script, but the creator rejected it, so it was created as its own movie. A horror movie about killer animatronics that don't act like actual animatronics. Being you, you had to look up everything about the movie and even watched a YouTube video about it which counted the kills and went into detail about how the movie was made.

But, bringing you out of your thoughts was Tate cuddling himself up to you, like he was trying to get on top of you or in your skin. Either of them would be okay with him. "Baby, you okay?" You asked softly, petting Tate's hair. He looked up at you with a dark puppy eyes look and nodded towards the TV screen. A character had been sawn in half from Fleegles's magic box. His fiance, kneeling by his head, and crying, mourning her loss. It ended up scaring Tate, and his imagination was going crazy, worrying about what if that happened to you, or if any of the kills happened to you or him. Losing you in any way possible made Tate scared out of his mind. "Oh, Tate..."

"I like the movie, but I don't want to lose you like that."

"Baby boy, you know I'm smart enough to not get myself into a situation like that." You replied as Tate made a little 'mmh.' noise. Sighing, you kissed Tate, gently holding his face. He kissed you back, suddenly eager. As the movie carried in the background, both you and Tate carried on with a make-out session. The screams and general horror movie noises kept going, the light from the TV lighting your back as you were straddling your boyfriend's lap. It didn't distract you at all, considering something was distracting you instead. "how about I prove to you that I'm gonna be by your side forever yeah?" You quickly asked, sitting up. Tate nodded, smiling.

Both of you started to move to each other's wants and needs. Tate holding you at every angle possible, and you remove your clothes as well as Tate's. The duvet was the source of warmth, but you doubted you would need it in a second. So, while Tate was distracted by leaving hickeys over your chest and collarbones, you decided to grind on him and his exposed cock. Moved back and forth slowly, making sure he felt every part of it. He shook slightly with every moment, taking a grip on your waist and small, little whimpers leaving his mouth, and yours. The only other noises you heard were coming from the TV. Well, fuck the movie now, you thought, staring at the clingy, whimpering boy you were on top of. But, you stopped eventually, and the whimpers were left with sounds of Tate wanting you to grind more on his hard dick. Instead, you crawled down onto your stomach, holding yourself up with your elbows.

"You ready my darling?" You asked, pumping Tate painfully slowly.

"Please, please mommy.." With the whines Tate made, you kept on pumping him but licked the head of his dick, coating it in your own saliva with a mix of his pre-cum. You stared up at him, not wanting to show him any mercy, but he was so cute to you, humping your hand and his eyes rolling back. Just for being so cute, you praised your boyfriend by enveloping his head in your mouth, taking your time to go up and down, and attempting to hit every good spot you could find. Your hand slid up and down the last little bit of Tate's cock that you couldn't fit in your mouth, but he didn't seem to care as he kept thrusting in your mouth to all he liked. Quickly though, you stopped him and sat up, resting back on his cock lightly. "Mm fuck, mommy.. continue, please?"

"You're such a good boy, aren't you? Wanting me to do everything?" Tate nodded in reply as you leaned down, kissing and sucking his neck, small hickeys appearing everywhere. Tate clung onto you like he usually would, staring at you softly. "Mm, okay then, just for being such a good boy for mommy," You whispered in his ear, lining yourself up and lowering yourself on Tate's cock. He grabbed your hips immediately and unconsciously, ready to start thrusting. However, before he could start fucking you to the stars, you took his hands and pinned them to the bed's headboard with your own hands, using them as support as you started to move up and down. The feeling of going so slow made Tate want to start thrusting in you and making you feel good like he had plenty of times before.

Both of you started thrusting, which in turn almost made you see stars. Tate's more needy, but it felt so good either way. "Oh f-fuck I love you.." He muttered, his breathing heavy, and his hands gripping yours as they were still pinned above his head.

"I love, you too my cutie." Thoughts of edging Tate ran around your empty, desperate mind as you could sense he was close. The extra whines, calling your name out more, trying to snuggle into your neck. You decided that you should, so you let go of his hands. But just as you did, Tate pulled you down and stopped you thrusting, confusing you. "p..pup what are you doing-" you interrupted yourself with almost scream-like moans as Tate did nothing but thrust up and hard, you were unable to control yourself as you clung to him, and came as fast as you blinked.

Tate soon realised that, and stopped. "Are you okay? I'm sorry if I went too hard." You got up despite being shaky and laid beside Tate, catching your breath. Both he and you took your drinks, drinking the now lukewarm hot chocolate.

After you had enough drink to suffice, you put it back and smiled at Tate. "I'm okay, were you close?" In which he nodded. "C'mon, on top of me baby." He grinned, moving on top of you and immediately re-entering you. He started sloppily thrusting again, you clinging to him again as he hit everything right where it felt good.

Only a few minutes went by before, "mommy...fuck fuck, mommy-"

"Cum."

Tate cummed inside you, still holding onto you as he rode it out best he could. Both of you reached for the towel that was placed sort of intentionally by your bed and cleaned each other up. "I'm so proud of you baby boy, I love you."

"I love you Y/N." Tate kissed your nose gently, putting the duvet on top of you both, getting comfy again. By now the movie was three-quarters done, but you still watched it, cosying back up with Tate being in your arms.

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Taglist: @taintandviolent @howtobesasha @hyperharlz @tatelangdonsweater

[feminine-fever]

Hi, I’m Tate, I’m dead. Wanna hook up?

[taintedarabesque]

[unteriors]

10th Street, Langdon, North Dakota.

[kittenwalker]

mystery boy (tate langdon) x (fem!reader)

It has been almost a year since you moved into the murder house. Knowing about all the horror and bad energy that has been occupying this house only made you more intrigued, wanting to stay here forever. Also meeting most of the ghosts living here, except for one. A blonde boy that you have seen lurking around the house but never really talked to. You were very interested in him even though Moira has warned you not to go close to him.

The grey clouds hovering over you, inferring that it was going to pour so you ran back home without another thought. You had a shit day in school, just one step into the school you already got involved in a fight due to you smoking under school grounds. So you just decided to skip school that day.

Taking a step into your house, you saw Moira and when she glanced up at you she gasped shaking her head as your face was covered in blood. She pats the sit beside her and walked to get the first aid kit.

She patted a wet towel over your wounds making you wince, Moira asked you what happened and you explained the whole story. Moira was like a true mother to you, you loved talking to her and she definitely was your favourite ghost. You felt your eyes watering as you were telling the story, you’ve never realized how lonely you were in school. You quickly muttered thanks to Moira before rushing up to your bedroom.

Smacking the door shut, you jumped onto your bed and reached over to your nightstand to get your iPod. You were swiping over the whole table but you couldn’t find it. You rummaged through your drawers and your whole room, but that led you nowhere. Annoyance was starting to rise, your iPod was everything it helped to soothe you down whenever you had a bad day. Your back slid down and you started to cry. About everything honestly, how you had no one or your parents always arguing and now losing your prize possession.

“ Hm you listen to nirvana? “ a strange voice questioned

Jumping at the sudden noise, you looked up to see the same mysterious boy holding your iPod. Running towards him, you snatched it out of his grip.

“ Don’t go around touching other people's things “

“ And your crying because of that? “

“ No, life just sucks and it’s all just starting to pour out now “ you confessed

“ Yea I understand, this place is a hell hole “ he empathized with you while flopping down onto your bed.

You oddly feel warmed just by that sentence and felt like you can spill out all the things that have been clogged up inside of you. Following blondie, you sat on the bed beside him.

“ Not going well for you either? “ you muttered while laying your head against the headboard.

“ Never was “ he admitted glancing up at you.

The pair continued going on and on about each other’s problems. You felt like you were having a free therapy session, except that this is actually helping you. A heavy weight was lifted off your chest, you two were relating to each other left and right. Making you feel a sort of relief to know that someone knew how you felt.

“ Well it was nice talking to you y/n but I've got to go do ghost things now” 

“ Wait but I didn’t get your- “ you got cut off by him vanishing into thin air

“ Name “ you mumbled to yourself

“ The name's Tate “ you felt a warm presence behind you, whispering into your ear. You turned to find him but before you knew it he was gone again.

[chloe-skywalker]

Multiple - Tate Langdon

Tate x Fem!reader

Warnings: bad intentions?

Word count: 326

Summary: The other ghosts in the Murder House don’t seem to like the reader, like to torment her. Tate on the other hand is a wee bit protective of her.

Authors Note: Wrote this ages ago and just found it. I write all of my stories on paper first, it got lost in my room. I haven't posted for Tate in a long time, I have couple other ones I found with this one that have been posted. I don't really write for AHS anymore but I found these in my room and I wrote them years ago but lost them so here they are.

Masterlist

AHS Masterlist

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“Wh-who are y-you?” Y/n stuttered out as she saw strangers in her house.

“Really? Have you not figured it out yet?” One fo the men said with disgust.

“Give her a break. SHe’s been busy.” The woman spoke softly.

“Yeah, to busy to notice all the extra peoplerunning around the house.” The other man agreed with the woman.

“What?” Y/n asked feeling her whole body start shaking.

“Enough! Time for some fun.” The first one spoke again, smirking. An with that Y/n took off running scarred out of her mind.

“Woah, woah, woah. Slow down or you’ll break your neck.” Tate grabbed her before she could fall.

“I-I, their-” Y/n shook her head frantically.

“Woah. Slow down. What’s wrong? Your shaking.” Tate furrowed his brow in completely worry.

“Their- their coming after me.” She stuttered shaking even more.

“Your all Dicks! You know that?! None of you wanted to die and get stuck here. SO why are you all doing it to others?!” Tate screamed at the ghosts on the second level, holding Y/n tight to his chest. Trying to soothe her.

“Come on,I’ll stay by your side.” he whispered in her ear pulling her back up the stairs in his arms. Taking her back to her room.

“B-but when you l-leave -” Y/n shuddered

“I’m not gonna leave. I’ll stay near by when you can’t see me, I’m stilling gonna be their. Okay?” Tate reassured her as he helped her change into her pj’s.

“Promise?” she asked looking up at him with frightened eyes.

“I promise.” Tate stated sternly.

“Are you sure that they won’t-”

“I’m sure.” Tate held her hand tight to give her reassurance.

“Trust me, you have more than me on your side. Now lets get you to sleep. I’ll be here the whole time. I promise.” Tate settled into bed with Y/n holding her tightly which was helping to calm her nerves. “I promise.”

Taglist: @padawancat97

[lackc]

What it’s like dating Tate Langdon:

I hope I did this one right! And I know it’s really short but I’ll probably try to write a whole story soon.

Constantly will ramble to you about anything and everything. (mostly about his mother)

Would also tell you how much your music taste sucks even though you guys have the same tastes in music just to get a rise out of you. He loves seeing you get worked up and will even scare you sometimes just to see you cry. He thinks you are a beautiful crier.

Will always watch you sleep. He’ll draw you sometimes as well while he watched. And if confronted would go on a longgg ramble about how peaceful and “untainted” you are. You find it pretty creepy but he claims he does it only out of love.

Very clingy but doesn’t like to admit that. If your lap is free he always find a way to worm onto it and lay his head there. Or somehow where ever you are, if you’re not paying attention he’ll always put his arms around your waist or neck and see what you are doing.

HATES it when you hang around others boys. Will go on full rants that include stomping and hitting the wall “I do trust you! It’s him I don’t trust!”

Over all a really good boyfriend though. He’d always go out of his way to find out everything that interests you. Making things from around the house, or ordering them online if he can scrounge up money, then would leave it on your bed without saying a word. Tate is also a bit of a romantic and will always make sure you feel loved no matter what. If he could tell you feel antsy and insecure, he would trace your scars with his cold finger. And then kiss all the way up to your lips. Whispering, about how much he loved you…and how you should free yourself from the house while you still could. But you’d always assure him you want to die with him.

[i-reallydontexist]

Cody Fern as Michael Langdon

[y6smeen]

Finished product 🤭

[hardysbitch]

i don't know what he wants but he can get it from me

gif not mine

[queermalefashionmodels]

Billy Langdon, UK

[curatorsday]

Wednesday, January 31, 2024

Today, I took a field trip to Quarry Farm (Mark Twain's in-law's home where he spent his summers) to take some measurements for an upcoming furniture exhibit.

[i-loved-art]

ACTOR : Evan Peters

FOUND ON : Pinterest

CUTE? : Yes

[taintedarabesque]

I prepare for the noble war

[butscrewmefirst]

❝ are you happy? with me, i mean. ❞ no, that isn't the right way to start this. ❝ are you glad we met? ❞ there is no doubt in the vampire's mind that leaving the hotel cortez with michael, taking her son with her, had been the right choice. however, given her prior history with her own lovers, she's worried he'll grow to resent her in some way. not that he's given any inkling of such a thing -- the countess simply can't help but to self-sabotage a bit. / @langdhon

[littlebugs]