#ahs season one

[fear-is-truth]

clingy ˖˙ ᰋ ── tate langdon x f!reader

The final bell rang, and you were already halfway down the hallway, eager to find your boyfriend. the entire day had dragged without him—boring day without him—no shared classes, no passing notes, and worst of all, no stolen glances from across the room.

it felt like forever since you'd last seen him, even though it had only been a few hours. as you neared your locker, you spotted him leaning against it, hands in the pockets of his ragged jeans, his blonde hair falling into his eyes in that effortlessly messy way.

“tate!” he looked up at the sound of your voice, but before he could say anything, you were on him, arms wrapped tightly around his torso.

“i missed you…”

you mumbled into his worn-out sweater, clutching the fabric between your fingers. his body stiffened at first, but he quickly melted into your embrace, his arms slowly came up to circle your waist, albeit a little awkwardly.

“i saw you this morning,”

his voice was low and slightly embarrassed, as a few people walked by glancing your way.

“yeah, but i didn’t have any classes with you today,” you pouted dramatically, looking up at him through your lashes.

“it was awful.”

tate ducked his head, trying to hide the faint blush creeping up his neck.

“you’re being clingy,”

“and you love it,” you teased, tugging at his sweater sleeve to pull him closer. he huffed, shaking his head in exasperation, but you caught the faint smile tugging at his lips.

“maybe,” his eyes darted around the hallway as if the lockers had suddenly become very interesting. you stood up on your tippy-toes and kissed his cheek, your fingers brushing the collar of his sweater.

“can’t help it. you’re irresistible.”

Tate’s cheeks turned a deeper pink, and he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“alright, fine. you win. but can we go before you cause a scene?” the way his arm tightened around your waist told you he didn’t really mind the attention nearly as much as he pretended. you smiled, giving him one last squeeze before letting him lead you out of the building.

“you’re walking me home, right?”

“only if you carry my books,”

“deal.”

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[am3ricanh0rrorwh0re]

Thief || Tate Langdon

tate langdon x …whatever this is i wanted to try something different

warnings: nsfw, tate being a perv, masturbation.

tate had been keeping a close eye on you for a few weeks. your dad was his shrink, and the only thing he liked about his appointments was seeing you. sneaking up to your room and talking to you. comparing scars with you. you were the only girl he’s ever liked. the only one that’s made him feel these things.

so here he was, laying in your bed while you were out, doing god knows what. he was a ghost after all, so he could do this without getting caught. he sighed, running a hand over his face. the hand that wasn’t holding your panties. was this even a good idea? would you hate him? at this point, he didn’t care. he needed you, or the closest thing he could get.

tate sighed heavily, unbuttoning his jeans as he kicked them off onto the ground, along with his boxers. he holds your panties in his shaky hand, wrapping the material as much as he could around his length. sure, it cause some friction, but in the end it’d be worth it. tate took a deep, shaky breath, closing his eyes as he started moving the material up and down his cock, which was rock hard and leaking pre cum.

“a-ah, fuck…god…” tate breathed, his legs shaking a little. he kept his eyes closed, imaging what it would be like if you were here. how he’d run his fingers through your hair, kiss your neck, and then drop you down right onto his dick, not letting you get up until he finished.

he kept the panties wrapped around him, his hand clutching them to his length as he moved his hand up and down, moving the panties along with them. “y-yes…don’t stop, okay..?” he panted. was he talking to himself? yes. but on the inside of his twisted, sick mind, he was talking to you.

“ah..c’mon, y/n…yes…yeah, right there,” he practically whimpered, moving his hand faster. he let out a long, unstable breath, his jaw hanging open as his eyes rolled back. he let out a soft whimper, putting his head back. he ran his free hand down his face, sighing. he didn’t hear the door open, he was too distracted…

“tate..?” you ask softly, dropping your bag on the floor.

taglist: @fear-is-truth @dangeroustaintedflawed @newwavesylviaplath @slutforgarlogan @nickrhodeslittledarling @coentinim @cultw3b @lacucarachapisser

[zvdvdlvr]

unawares

violet harmon

synopsis: an old friend, same feelings

warnings: foul language, short writing, reader is a few years older than violet, season one (im still on season one so im sorry if this is dogwater)

reader's pronouns: they/them

the abrupt screeching of tires pulling up to the house, pulling violet from her book. quickly dashing from her perch on her box-covered bed, she made her way down the stairs and to the door, causing her mother to laugh from where she was scraping off the newer wallpaper.

flinging open the door, violet smiled widely as she witnessed y/n stomp out a cigarette. looking up, y/n smiled fondly at the girl and opened their arms to accept the hug they knew violet needed.

violet felt immersed. this much needed familiarity of y/n around after being thrust into this newness and utter unfamiliarity.

"miss me, darlin'?" y/n asked through a laugh. bringing their hand to rest it on the back of violet's head.

violet, with no hesitation answered yes. yes, i missed you. more than you'll ever know.

with another laugh, y/n just pulled her closer, unaware of just how far violet's feeling went.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[geographerdose]

AHS Season One karma —> Constance Langdon stealing that baby and he winds up being the Antichrist, lol

[saltpepperbeard]

gnawing on my arm because i think there's something to be said about how stede not only dreams about himself with a beard, but ed with his full beard back too. like, the dream seems to be riddled with imagery that he thinks ed would want.

and i say this especially because of how stede reacted when ed had to shave his beard. he freaked out on his behalf. he shrieked in horror whereas ed was entirely unbothered. he feared he had ruined him, had dragged him down to some despicable level, when in actuality, ed was completely content to shed that part of his persona.

and then there he is dreaming about ed with that part right on back.

so there's very clearly still a part of his mind that's convinced that's what ed wants. because why wouldn't he? everyone else seems to. and why would he want the softness and femininity stede had been bullied for his entire life?

which in turn plays into his own imagery too. bearded, masculine, fiercesome, rugged...

because how could someone love what everyone has hated him for? how could someone want what everyone has tried to quite literally beat out of him?

[drrav3nb]

BRADLEY FREEGARD as King Canute LAURA BERLIN as Queen Emma VIKINGS: VALHALLA | SEASON THREE

You have brought me much joy, Emma of Normandy. And you me, my Emperor of the Great Northern Empire.

[chronokepts]

Sorry, you lost! Choose which way you wanna go!

Individual frames under the cut:

I had tried making this a gif, but my unknowledgeable attempt wasn't good so I scrapped the idea. It's the first time I ever create multiple frames of the same thing for a project.

[ciphox]

[dredgen-dumbass]

finally filled a page of cutscene studies

individual panels under cut + ref photos

and refs

[shittymihodaily]

Day 37: Get his ass

[fear-is-truth]

kindly ignore my ugly ass handwriting 💀

[am3ricanh0rrorwh0re]

Theif (pt.2) || Tate Langdon

tate langdon x whatever this is

heavily requested pt.2 !! i really didn’t think you guys loved it this much oh my lord—

warnings: nsfw, tate convincing you to join him, mutual masturbation, minor use of y/n

“tate..?” you ask softly, seeing the blonde laying in your bed, naked from the hips down. you saw your panties wrapped around his dick..your panties. you knew he was fucked up from the start, but this? this was a whole other ball park.

“sh-shit…hey, i didn’t think you’d be home so soon..” he said softly.

“what’re you doing? why are you here?” you ask nervously. tate panicked, his face flushing. he didn’t have a good excuse for that one. he was a ghost, but was he going to tell you that? hell no.

“I- i was bored, y/n, okay? i missed you…” he sighed, cupping your face with one hand.

you stepped closer to the bed, sitting down on the edge. he slid over, making room for you. tate cupped one side of your face, kissing you softly. you sigh, kissing him back. tate pulled you close next to him, watching as you pulled off your top and slid your bottoms down your legs. he chuckled softly, looking down at you with a hint of adoration in his eyes.

“i’ve wanted to do this for such a long time,” tate panted as he climbed over you, kissing your neck. he snaked his hand down your torso, cupping your throbbing entrance gently.

“t-tate-..” you say hesitantly, grabbing his wrist. he sighs softly, cupping one side of your face.

“no, n-no, y/n— it’s okay…” he said, starting to kiss your neck again. you sigh, trying to get yourself into the mood for him. you had liked tate since the moment you saw him. he’d felt the same. but was this too fast? you two had never kissed, never even hugged. but it was clear he needed you.

you whine softly, feeling him push his fingers into you. you bite your bottom lip, as your body shifts upward. his free hand grabs your wrist, placing your trembling hand down onto his dick.

“tate, i—“ you stutter, but he cuts you off, placing his lips on yours.

“shh…it’s okay…” he sighed as he pulled back from the kiss. you lock your knees, feeling his fingers pumping in and out. you whine, starting to move your hand on his pulsing cock. tate’s breathing picks up, his chest rising and falling more heavily.

“ah— shit…fuck, just like that…god…” he panted, pulling his fingers out of you. you look down at his middle and ring fingers, the two covered in slickness. tate panted as you continued pumping his length, his eyes fluttering.

“open your mouth…” he panted. you knew what he was going to do, and you wondered why it was hot to him. you open your mouth reluctantly, feeling his fingers now planted in your mouth. you gag slightly, feeling him pressing down on your tongue as he drove his fingers deeper into your mouth.

“you’re okay, y/n…just keep going, i’m almost there—“ he breathed, pulling his fingers from your mouth. you take a deep breath through your mouth, hating the taste that lingered on your tongue. you probably had about a two second breather before you felt him shoving his fingers into you again.

“tate-!” you squeal, panting. you didn’t expect that, and nor did he give you a warning. as the moment, he didn’t care. you could tell he was finishing just by looking at him. his eyes were rolled back, his head was thrown back onto the pillows and his hips were arched. you whimper, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers before you finally felt that pleasure. the orgasm came crashing down on you like a wave to the shore. so much so, that tate had to immediately pull his fingers away and pull you into his chest.

“hey-.. breathe..breathe,” he says, holding your head to his chest. he plays with your hair, kissing the top of your head. “just breathe…i’m here..”

taglist: @fear-is-truth @dangeroustaintedflawed @newwavesylviaplath @slutforgarlogan @dearlizzies @nickrhodeslittledarling @coentinim @cultw3b @lacucarachapisser

[livsmessydoodles]

am cooking up a little something for us benji shippers...... well...... the four of us that are still left at least!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Whatever Man and Whatever Sword

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