#tate langdon x fem!reader

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 - 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐

↪ summary

--- cuddling in bed on a rainy day with your best friend Tate..

↪ pairing / fandom

--- female!reader x Tate Langdon - AHS:MurderHouse.

↪ warnings

--- Tate is a ghost here. I repeat, Tate is a ghost. Reader has female parts despite nothing being mentioned about her definitively. Kissing, lustful touching / making out and implied sex, angsty fluff anyone?

↪ taglist, babes

--- my taglist is [here] if you'd like to be on it. @tbmunson listen, if not for you listening / talking to me about this, this never would've come about -even though it did take a v. interesting -and kinda angsty, turn... I hope you like it.

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@innagnv

@krys-orion

The rain hit the bedroom window softly, a sound almost relaxing enough to lull you into sleep. The glow of your favorite scented candles flickered against the walls and you hit play on your DVD player’s remote just as the door to your bedroom squeaked open slowly to reveal Tate leaning in the door frame.

“Tate, hey.”

He shuffles in quietly and flops himself down on the overstuffed queen sized bed, propping on his elbows as the Peanuts theme song starts. You can feel his gaze shift to you and you look over at him, a chocolate coated marshmallow cookie poised at your mouth. “What?” you ask.

“Nothin, it’s..” Tate chuckles as his words trail off. “This is what you’re doin all day?” he gestures at the television set and gazes at you expectantly. You raise to sit, shrugging. The sound of your mother and Constance’s drunken laughter floats into the room through the crack in the door and almost immediately, you roll your eyes. “It’s only noon, are they serious?”

“It’s five o’clock somewhere, I guess.” Tate responds, a small shrug as he mumbles something under his breath that you can’t quite understand. He gazes at you while you’re not looking, as you slip off your bed to make your way over and close your bedroom door all the way. You know he’s watching you because you can feel his gaze on you and it’s heavy enough that your breath hangs in your throat.

You didn’t want to be that cliche, girl falls in love with her best guy friend but sadly, here you are. And you’ve fallen hard and fast for Tate. The bad part of it all is that your gut keeps telling you something is off, something is being hidden from you and just as your eyes settle on a pair of kissable lips and you’re thinking about how nice it might be to kiss him, that gut instinct starts up again.

But you’d rather enjoy spending time with him than listen to it, so you do your best to shove it all down and ignore it. It works, then again, when doesn’t it?

The rain is falling harder now. A little faster too. When the electricity blinks for a minute or two, you hold your breath and Tate can feel the way you’ve tensed up all over. He knows enough about your past to know where your mind is going, so he slips an arm around you and pulls you into his side really close. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Everything is fine.”

“I know. It’s just this stupid storm.”

“Yeah, I know.” Tate answers, smoothing your hair out of your eyes as he tucks it behind your ear. The two of you settle into the bed and you pull up the heavy gray comforter as you try to tuck your body as close to his as you can get it for warmth.

Your mom’s always telling you that you’re ‘not allowed’ to date Tate Langdon, the boy next door. She says he’s a bad kid and there’s something off about him but she hasn’t bothered to take the time to get to know him, not like you have. He’s sweet and sensitive and funny, with a dark humor that matches yours.

Tate slips an arm around you and he squeezes his eyes shut, he’s wishing once again that he was alive and things were normal. He’s wishing he wasn’t a tragedy magnet with a fucked up past and he’s wishing that this moment would never end, though Violet’s already nagging him to remind him sooner or later, it has to.

You roll so that you’re facing him and your leg slips between his. “Tate?”

Your soft whisper draws him out of his own thoughts. The daze he was in is shattered and he blinks at you. “Yeah?”

“I..I wanna…” you sigh and shake your head, frowning at yourself. “Nevermind.”

You’ve looked down so Tate tilts your chin so that you have to look up at him again. “No, no. Not nevermind. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I.. I wanna kiss you.” it’s quiet enough that he has to ask you to repeat yourself and somehow, you manage to but it’s not without a lot of stammering and fumbling for words. When you finally say it loud enough that he hears you, he grins, despite knowing that if you knew the truth you probably wouldn’t want to kiss him. You probably wouldn’t even want him around and you’d definitely think he was evil.

“You do, huh?” Tate chuckles, wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you against him, flush with his body. He’s thankful that you haven’t noticed how cold he always seems to be -or the fact that if you really paid attention, you wouldn’t feel a pulse or a heart beat. If he were alive right now, his heart would be racing and probably about to explode and this… It scares him. It’s something he told himself after Violet stopped loving him that he never wanted to feel again.

“I do. I really do. C-can I?” you stammer a little, giving this shy little look that has him melting. Tate shakes his head and leans in, his mouth bumping against your soft lips clumsy and tentative. “How about this, sweetheart… I kiss you first.”

“O-okay.” you’re staring up at him with shocked big eyes as you swallow down a lump in your throat and your heart feels like it’ll explode at any second. One of his hands raises and it tangles in the hair at the back of your head as he leans down and into your mouth, thick tongue sweeping between your lips to catch against your own and take dominance in the kiss as it deepens. At some point, you rub yourself against him just a little, and it’s cute, awkward and clumsy because he knows you don’t know what you’re doing and how much he already wants you. Before he can stop himself he’s rocking right back into you, a hand on your hip to sort of guide your clumsy movements. You’re panting, now and then a whine slips out and it’s swallowed by the hunger in the kiss.

The movie you were watching is forgotten and finally, just so you don’t miss it, Tate pulls an arm away to fumble around on your nightstand and find the remote, pausing the DVD. “We can watch this later, alright?”

You’re nodding. Giving him this cute little shy smile as he sits down the remote again and turns his attention back to you….

— a few hours later

After watching It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown and then watching Nightmare on Elm Street and one or two other horror movies, you somehow managed to doze off together. And it’s not unusual for it to happen, but tonight feels different. Tate is the first one to wake back up to darkness outside the big bay windows. He knows he needs to get going, get back down to the basement so you don’t think something is up, but he just can’t.

See, his mind is replaying everything that happened earlier. The way clumsy and gentle touches turned a little more needy as he undressed you and you undressed him. He can still feel your body pinned beneath his and the way you clenched around him while he was inside you, with every single stuffed animal you own bearing witness as he made you beg for him.

He grins lazily and extracts your arms from his body, pulling up the covers over you so you don’t get cold during the night. Then he leans down to smooth your hair out of your face and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Night, angel.”

You mumble something and for a second, Tate almost swears that you’ve just told him you loved him or you’ve asked him to stay and every part of him wants to but every part of him knows that he can’t.

Because Violet is right. Sooner or later, he’s going to have to tell you everything and somehow, knowing this has kind of tainted things for him.

Not enough to leave you alone, of course. But enough that he’s constantly thinking about it and dwelling on it and coming up with any excuse to put it off just a little longer.

Because whether he likes it or not, he’s in love again. And this time, it just feels different.

[yes-divine-ruler]

(18+!!) ok wait so… It’s Halloween… you’re out with Tate… he can’t keep it together because your costume makes him horny.

Tate holds your hand tightly as you both venture down the sidewalk. His costume is eerily familiar. He wears a long, black trench coat and his face had been painted in likeness to a skeleton. His blonde, usually curly, hair is slicked back out of his face. His grip on your hand tightens as you pass by other people your age, some shamelessly taking in the appearance of your revealing costume. Much to Tate’s annoyance, you insisted that Halloween was the one time of year you had an excuse to dress like you were begging for it. The delicate lace that decorates your cleavage distracts Tate more than once. His cock strains against the zipper of his jeans just from lingering beside you. At times, he takes a moment to trail behind you to catch a glimpse of the mounded flesh of your ass cheeks from under your tiny skirt. You know what his game is, of course, and occasionally brush the back of your hand across the front of his jeans. Tate doesn’t take to it lightly, and after teasing him for the forth, and final, time, he has no choice but to trap you behind a big, oak tree in the park and bend you over. His fingers make quick work of your panties, tugging the thin, soaked piece of fabric down your long legs. Your ass jiggles around his hand as he sinks his fingers into your dripping cunt, curling them upwards to press against your sweet spot. “Thought you could tease me and get away with it? In that little, slutty costume?” He mumbles huskily against the shell of your ear, tickling his nose with the freshly-washed hair on the side of your head. You smelt like vanilla, and a hint of coconut. A sweet and sensual scent that had Tate moaning softly against you. Tate spits, directly onto your needy cunt, using his fingertips to spread the saliva over your pulsing clit. “Tate, please, I need you inside me,” you plead, reaching around to grasp onto his throbbing cock, sure to be staining his boxers with smears of pre-cum. Tate unveils his rock-hard length, stroking it with a mix of your arousal and his saliva. He teases you, circling your entrance with the leaking tip of his cock. Caving to his own eagerness, it’s not long before Tate is stretching you out with his girth. Your fingernails dig into the flaking bark of the tree, trying your hardest to find the leverage you need to soften each ravaging thrust. Soft whimpers turn into loud, destitute moans. Tate’s hand wraps around your mouth to stop the ruckus you’re making in an attempt to shield you from the eyes of passer-byers. “That’s it baby, take my fucking cock. You love how it fills you to the fucking brim, don’t you?” Tate’s grip on you only get tighter as he slams into your poor, little cunt, using it to alleviate his painful desire for you. Stars appear behind your closed eyelids when Tate’s free hand slithers down between your body and the trunk of the tree to stimulate your swollen clit. “Uh fuck- can feel you squeezing tight around me, let up sweetheart, you’re going to make me cum,” Tate seethes behind clenched teeth, the lewd, squelching sounds each thrust pulls from your dripping cunt pushing you both a step towards release. It’s not long before the intense pleasure of Tate’s tip nudging against your sweet spot sends you over the edge. Tate holds you up as your orgasm washes over you in big, tremulous waves. Tate growls into your hair, a few last thrust just enough for him to let go inside of your clenching walls. When he pulls out, he’s quick to pull up your panties, rubbing over the cloth to make sure his cum stays with you. “You’re gonna walk around the rest of the night with these soaking wet panties. And I don’t want to hear a single complaint. You little tease.” He tucks himself away, and taking a hold of your hand again, he begins to pace down the sidewalk like nothing happened. Even though, you can barely stand on your two feet from how weak your legs are now.

[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

[with-every-piece-of-me]

Sweetheart; Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Tate Langdon x fem!Reader

Summary: You come home after a weekend away and Tate's so glad you're back. 

Warnings: Sub!Tate, Dom!Fem!Reader, grinding but no actual penetration, one use of the word "mommy", kind of a handjob but not really (?), let me know if I missed anything! :)

Words: 1.6K

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You stumble up the stairs of the house, you haven't been home for the past couple of days, you missed Tate, sure, but you wanted to stay over at a friend's house for a sleepover. You adore Tate, but you also want a social life, even if Tate disagrees with that.

You sigh softly as you stand in the doorframe, the door is ajar and you can see into the room partially. You see the blanket hastily hanging off the side of the bed, it's flat on the bed then there is a rise under the blankets, and you can see someone is lying on your bed. The figure isn't moving, implying they're asleep but you know a stranger isn't gonna just break into your house to take a little nap, you already know who it is.

"Tate....?"

You call out softly, your voice comes out almost no louder than a whisper but you can tell he heard based on his slight movement, his supposedly sleeping figure shifts slightly under the blankets. You know he isn't asleep, why would a ghost need to sleep?

You walk up to the bed, and place your hand on the left side. Tate's lying silently on his side, he won't turn around to look at you.

"Tate?"

You call out again, this time a bit louder and clearer. You're met with Tate turning around to look up at you, his eyes are watery and red, and he has tears rolling down his cheeks slowly, covering the previous and now slightly dry tear stains. His cheeks and nose are rosy and red, your heart breaks slightly at the sight.

"Oh, sweetie..."

Tate leans into your touch as you reach out and graze his cheek softly with the pads of your fingers while you try to talk to him despite his deviated state.

"You were gone for so long... I was worried you had left me."

The boy stammers to the end of his sentence as he pulls himself up so he can sit. Tate looks up at you in sadness with a glint of relief in his eyes. Relief that you haven't left him, relief that you came back, back to him.

"I would never leave you, Tate... You know that."

You reply with a small but reassuring smile. You slowly sit on top of the blanket on your bed, Tate completely shifts his body over to face you. He reaches his hand out to grasp your own lightly.

"Stay here, in bed."

Tate requests as he stares up at you with a glimmer of hope plastered on his face, his doe eyes staring up at you – you chuckle under your breath.

"But, I have to unpack." 

You tease as you pull your hand away slightly and try to hide your slight smile, finding his desperation strangely endearing.

"No-! Stay..."

Tate demands as he pulls your hand back, his grasp on your hand is tight but not to the point of pain. His voice was laced with desperation. He looks up at you, his eyes glossing over.

"Of course."

You smile lovingly as you place your free hand on the side of his face, you lean forward to place a kiss on his forehead gently.

As you pull away Tate stares at you lovingly. He smiles as he places his hand on your hip, he slowly moves his hand under your shirt and rests his hand on the skin of your waist, tracing light shapes with his fingertips.

You place your hand behind his neck to pull him into a soft kiss, and in an instant, he kisses back in a needy manner. You move your hand up his neck and into his hair.

Tate gasps softly as his hand grips your waist and you tug on his soft, curly hair gently. You let go of his hair and pull away from the kiss, Tate looks at you in confusion and eagerness.

You place your hand on his shoulder to push him from lying on his side to lying on his back. you kneel on the bed and move yourself to straddle his waist, Tate stares up at me with a small smile on his face. you slowly pull his shirt up and off, you lean forward to kiss him quickly before pulling away and peppering kisses from his jaw, down to his collarbone, your lipstick leaves small but noticeable stains on his skin. The kisses and marks you leave are met with small whines and groans from the man below me.

"I'm sorry I was gone for so long, sweetheart..."

you whisper as Tate props himself up on his elbows, his curly blonde hair now somewhat disheveled.

"Then show me how sorry you are."

Tate states, a smirk plastered on his face, you chuckle softly at his request.

"Oh, don't get cocky now. I might not."

you state as you put your hand on his chest and push him back down, his head hitting the soft pillows.

you trace your nails lightly down his torso, goosebumps quickly following your trail. Tate's breath comes out shakily and unsteady.

"...please..."

Tate breathes out, barely above a whisper. you look down at him and smile sadistically.

"What did you say, dear? I couldn't hear it."

you grin as you draw a slow line from his stomach to the waistline of his pants with your fingertips, earning a groan from the man below me.

When he doesn't answer and instead just whines in response you hook two of your fingers on the waistband of his pants, pulling them back ever so slightly but only to snap the waistband against his waist as Tate gasps in response.

"Sweetheart, I can't give you what you want unless you ask."

you tease as you feel his muscles tense. Tate stares up at me with doe eyes as he's acting as though he has too much pride to beg for what he wants, but you know him better than to believe that, he just wants me to give him what he wants without him having to do anything.

you move down from his waist to be straddling his hips as he stares up at me with a hopeful gaze, you would've thought he wouldn't be so naïve to think I'd just fuck him without him following a simple order.

you lean in closer, your lips only a few inches away from Tate's, so close yet so far. Just as it seems as though I'm about to kiss him you move your face away from his and instead begin kissing and biting his neck gently, leaving a trail of marks and hickeys on his neck to his jaw.

As you do so the man beneath me lets out sighs and breaths of relief as I'm finally giving him at least part of what he wants.

you smirk slightly as you get an idea, you begin gently grinding your hips against his, giving him the bare minimum friction you can as there are still layers of clothing between the two of us.

you grind your hips against his agonizingly slow as he begins letting out chocked-out whimpers, you can feel the vibrations from the noises he makes in his throat as you continue trailing kisses along his soft skin.

However, Tate's been so needy all weekend, practically destroyed at the fact that you've been away for a few days and now that he finally has you, you barely give him any friction, how cruel.

Tate whines pathetically as he tries to buck his hips up against yours needily, desperate for just a little more friction to relieve himself of the want he's had for you all weekend when he hasn't been able to do anything about it. It's almost cute, how much he aches for your touch.

You sigh as you move your hips up, just out of reach of his body, rendering his desperate movements useless as you've completely taken away any friction he's had due to him being too needy for more. Tate's desperate pleas for you to give him just a bit more only fall upon deaf ears as you have no intention of giving him anything just yet.

Tate groans softly as you run your hands down his waist, resting your left hand on his hip while your right hand slowly makes its way into his pants, tracing gentle, slow circles around the tip of his already hard cock, causing the man to moan before biting his lip to try and keep quiet. God, it's so easy to get him riled up for you.

He moans and whimpers while trying to stop himself from rutting against your hand as his hands grip the bedsheets to try and keep at least a little bit of control over his body.

"What's wrong, baby?"

You ask in a teasing and sadistic tone as you continue to tease his tip while kissing and biting his neck tenderly. Your words only cause mumbling pleas to fall from Tate's mouth, although they're all too mumbled and rushed to fully hear what he's begging for in specifics.

"I need to go unpack."

Interrupting his begging while you move your hand out of his pants, moving to be sitting up with your knees on either side of his hips, you're so close to him but too far away for him to touch you the way he so badly wants to.

Just as you're about to get up you feel Tate's hands gripping your thighs, pulling you back down onto him as you're now sitting on his lap straddling his hips once again, you can feel how hard.

Tate looks up at you with teary puppy eyes as he bats his lashes, his cheeks still have a pink tint to them.

"Please, mommy... Touch me?"

(I've been in a creative rut lately, and this has been in my drafts for months now, and even though I hate it I decided to edit and post it, sorry its not that good. I might to a PT2 but Idk yet <3)

[thewriterg]

𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬

pairing(s); tate langdon x gn!reader

summary; you loved your boyfriend with all of your heart but sometimes you needed a break, what you didn’t expect to find on your walk was an all black fur-ball with a high pitched voice —flufftober day;8—

word count; 500+

warning(s); hint of a previous argument, cat distribution system choosing reader, cat parents, fluff, pet names, and language

playlist; I was cold beside you by hanging garden

A/n:—GIFs; @evanpetersxx & @plushie-bl0g— short and sweet today

You sighed at the chilling air around you foggy water vapor spilling from your lips as you walked along the sidewalk the sun beginning to set a few stray leaves falling from branches of different trees your head full, thoughts brimming

Your journey of staring at nothing striding on the concrete was interrupted as a squeaky whine was traveled to your ears registering to your brain quickly moving your head around to try and spot the noise as it continued to purr and whine

“Come out baby” You spoke a low whistle resting on your lips as you quickly clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth eyes still darting around for the animal and suddenly there was a movement from a trash bin a black kitten erupting from behind it it fur thick and short looking a red leaf on top of it head covering its eyes and you pouted at the adorable sight

“Look at you” You whispered bending down to pick up the the small cat that was a little larger than the size of your hand as you plucked the leaf from its body its big pupils staring back at you as it meowed relentlessly

“Okay shhhh, you have a motor in their?” You chuckled softly rocking the feline in your hold and there was no doubt that you were taking it home you yourself found it hard not to shiver in your thick jacket so you couldn’t even imagine leaving a small kitten out to nipping winds at night so without another though you put the black ball of fur into your pocket making sure it’s head was stuck out to be allowed oxygen before heading back home

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Tate sat on your bed his knee bouncing up and down rapidly as he waited for you to make it back to your room having heard you enter through the front door his head perking up when your bedroom door swung open before quickly shutting as you made shushing sounds with your mouth

The blonde was immediately up ready to confess his apology to you but what he didn’t expect was for you to be cradling a infant cat in your hands as it squeaked out high pitched ‘meows’

“I saw him on the sidewalk I knew it would get cold tonight” You hummed not taking your eyes off the ball of pitch black while Tate moved to stand behind you peering over your shoulder at the fluffy animal

“You could hold him” You whispered after a moment darting your eyes over your shoulder as the blonde contemplated not having the best experience with animals as you reassured him giving him the push he needed before he gently grabbed the kitten from your hands smiling at you when there was no complaints from the feline while it gently nibbled on his fingers using its paws for it to stay in place when he tried to gently wean it away and you giggled at the sight

“Who would’ve ever known we’d be cat parents?” You sighed watching the purring infant become more energetic as its body warmed up and Tate liked the sound of being a feline parent

as long as it was with you

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[luv4divineruler]

kai anderson x fem!reader headcannons

MOVED TO @spectr3inl0ve

authors note: this is my first time writing headcannons so naturally it wont be top tier quality! i will try to write for gender neutral readers but atm im still trying to figure out my writing style and get comfortable with it :)

please remember that these are my headcannons i have for kai and may be out of character. i do however try to keep them as realistic to his character as possible as i prefer it that way!

contains ⚠️: kai anderson, slight fluff, kai being cold ig

kai anderson is not fond of pda, unless he initiates it. this would be when hes trying to make himself look like a good partner so the public perceives him as "an average man" (i will bring up the average man again)

his staged pda may look like: hand holding, swift kisses on the cheek, arm around ur shoulder and maybe around ur waist. he would be more likely to allow u to initiate it as well. he doesnt want to be viewed as clingy or touchy

in private he is tolerant of ur kisses (on his cheek, nose, wherever), hand holding, hugging, clinging to his arm, cuddling, resting ur head on his shoulder, etc. he probably likes it, but he would never let u know that

kai has invested in stocks and a few small properties. that, combined with his job as an app developer and his parents retirement funds allows him to live comfortably. and be able to spoil u.

that being said, his love language is more likely to be gift giving.

when u wake up with kai not being by ur side, sometimes a wad of cash ranging from hundreds to thousands of dollars (lucky u ;)) will be left in his place

kai may even be gravious enough to leave a simple note reading,

"*reader*, buy yourself something nice. K.A"

though sometimes he leaves the cash not for ur shopping but for u to buy groceries, household items and things that he needs such as clothes, razors, hair dye, etc. u dont complain as u live in his house for free and he makes sure ur health is at peak condition

dates arent common, but they arent rare either so sometimes he will plan take u on a date on the days he leaves cash for u to spend on urself. on these days, the money would be accompanied by a note reading,

"I'm taking u out to dinner tonight at *place* at *time*. Dress accordingly. If you would like you may buy me something to wear to dinner. K.A"

or something along those lines. If he doesn't leave a note he'll send a text and either way he'll sign with his initials. (will def write more about this so stay tuned)

he would never let u know that he likes (not to be confused with loves) when you buy outfits for him to wear.

he probably had poor hygiene before dating u. u would've had to convince him to take showers everyday and to wash his hair more. he would shower more, but would neglect his hair. when u wash his hair, u notice how he's slightly more vulnerable with u, less hostile.

when kai needs to re-dye his hair, he asks u if u want to do it, otherwise he'd do it himself or get winter (b4 her death) to do it

this isn't original (i read it in an amazing smut but i dont remember the @ 😭) but he doesn't pay attention to conversations or u talking to him while he eats. he's focused on the food in front of him. u use this to ur advantage, getting him to buy u lavish gifts he wouldntve said yes to buying if he wasn't eating.

doesn't really give compliments of assurance, only when ure literally sobbing in his arms or in a dark corner of a room.

"I've tought you to be stronger Angel. You should be secure with who you are. It makes you impenetrable. Untouchable."

he would tell u, as he presses a hard kiss to the top of your head

would definitely have pet names for u. probably animal related like Bunny, Little Lamb (a popular one associated with kai). he would also call u Angel, maybe babe or baby. I don't see him calling u kitten or queen. sorry

when u sleep u have ur back facing him, depending on his mood u could be holding hands or he could have his arms snaked around ur waist. if hes exhausted he may let u cuddle into his chest (idk y but i feel like he'd normally have a problem with that). either way, u always kiss him goodnight, whether that'd be on his lips, cheek, head, nose, or somewhere in between. he usually wouldnt reciprocate it, but if he's feeling generous he will

soo thats finished, i am definitely going to write some oneshots based on a headcannon or 2

taglist (dm or comment to be added): omg it looks so lonely rn

[demxnicprxncess]

Hello princess ❤️❤️❤️ your writing is outstanding I absolutely live for it. Can I pretty please get a Tate x fem-harmon!reader where Tate accidently let's his mommy kink slip in the middle of a family dinner, and calls you ma, momma, mommy etc in front of all you family embarrassing you incredibly. So you have to take him upstairs and punish him if yk what I mean 😏

Ofccc

Taglist: @kitwalkersgfff, @ppawmpkin, @yes-divine-ruler, @quicksilversg1rl, @charsdunkie lmk if you would like to be added or removed my dears.

"Accidents happen" Tate Langdon x FEM!Reader

Warnings: Secondhand embarrassment, smut, mommy kink, Dom Fem, Orgasm Denial (Our poor baby doesn't get to nut.)

"Hey um dad can you hand me the salt, Tate won't ask." He immediately sent a glare into the side of my head as I set the salt down by him. "Eat." He nodded before adding the salt the homemade fries. "Momma, can you give me some more ketchup." I dropped my food before looking at him in utter horror. "Isn't it too early to call me momma?" My mom looked at him and then he looked at her my dad looking at me confused as I was completely embarrassed. "No, I meant, (name).... oh shit." You hit him in the shoulder as your dad laughed hysterically. "Damn, I haven't laughed like that in so long." I glared at my dad as well, my mom interrupted my annoyance, "At least it wasn't the daddy thing where him and your father reach for the ketchup" I felt my temperature raise in shame. "Well, mom, dad, I have officially lost my appetite. I shall be going to me room and taking Mr. Langdon with me." They laughed and looked at Tate bidding their byes and goodnights. "Bye, Mr. and Mrs. Harmon." Violet (readers sister) had just come down and passed you a light smirk as you practically drug him up the steps. You made it to your room pushing him onto your bed. "What the hell was that Tate?!" He looked at you genuinely apologetic as you walked to your closet to change into a tee-shirt, and only your tee-shirt. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... it just kind of just slipped out." I looked at the boy sitting on my bed wallowing in his own shame and displeasure. "You know, you are such a needy boy Tate. I don't understand." I had straddled his lap caressing his shoulders. He shuddered under my touch and gripped my hips; I could already feel him getting hard beneath me, I slightly rocked my hips into his making him whimper in an attempt to not moan. "Such a pretty boy" I kiss his neck and leave tons of hickeys. "Momma please, I need you." I leaned back and stood up. "Too bad, you embarrassed me in front of my parents Tate. You can finish yourself off." I laid down on the bed and shut my eyes hearing him whine about how it was an accident and how accidents happen.

[araaaa-bella]

Evan Peters x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sad, sensitive topics, self-harm, depression, death of a close family member, anxiety attacks, suicide.

Evan's age: 20 years old.

Bella's age (y/n): 19 years old.

There you were again, hugging your knees in the corner of your room with tears running down your eyes and holding some pretty sharp scissors. Supposedly, according to her therapist, her panic attacks and anxiety would go away if she took her pills, but it only seemed to make them worse. Those little pills made you feel like you were in control, and by not taking them you lost control and didn't know what to do, which always ended with blood on your arms and a girl with very swollen red eyes. You were weak, as this time the cuts were deep and you were losing blood, but you still had the strength to pick up the phone and make a call, you had to call your boyfriend as he knew how to calm you down.

“Evan please answer” you said to yourself with the phone in your hand and blood running down your wrists. “Come on, answer it “ you said and started crying again. A tired voice answered the call.

“Sweetie? What's going on? It's 2:30 am” he said making some small complaints -It seems that I woke him up-.

“Mhhh, I... I'm sorry I shouldn't have called you right now” you said and were ready to end the conversation there, but he spoke again.

“Come on, tell me what happened, It's not normal for you to call me at this time of the morning, are you okay?”

“I don't know what to do” you blurted out and started crying. “I know you always tell me to be strong but I can't stand it, I don't want to be here, you are my only reason to live and I feel like I can't bear all this weight anymore” you said crying harder and harder.

“...” There was a silence.

“Evan?" Are you on the call?”

“Don't tell me you did it again” he said coldly, you didn't answer anything. “I'll go to your house” he said and ended the call.

Less than 10 minutes passed and there was a knock on the door.

“Bella! Open the door please!” Evan wasn't lying when he said he was coming. “Bella, please open me up, I'm worried about you!” You tripped down the stairs, you were bleeding to death. You were very unstable mentally and physically and you wouldn't have more than 10 minutes if you weren't rushed to the hospital. You went downstairs and opened the door for your boyfriend.

“…” He stared at you. “Bella, my God” he said, looking at your arms. “Please, not again” he said and grabbed your arm to lead you to your room.

He went up angry, it wasn't the first time you called him and told him that. He got mad every time he saw those stupid bloody scissors and your bruised wrists, he knew all the problems you had and he helped you through them, but you didn't help much. Going upstairs, he pulled out some bandages and began wrapping them around your forearms.

“Linda... why are you doing this?” He said in a depressed way, he hated having to go to your house to heal you. Shedding a couple of tears, she grabbed her phone and called an ambulance, she had lost too much blood.

“I don't know… I feel like I'm getting worse and worse, I can't get over my mother, my father hates me and I don't have friends, you're the only thing I have left” you said letting some tears fall.

Your mother committed suicide when you were 5 years old because your father was unfaithful to her and she couldn't bear that pain. After what happened with your mother, your father became a fucking alcoholic, drug addict and abuser, he could never touch you but he hit you a lot. Every time he came home from "work" he beat you to death then drank 6 cans of beer and passed out you had to take responsibility for a long time but then you stopped caring and stopped caring about him to worry about the. its. Your mental health got worse and you stopped eating, Evan helped you with everything, he made you eat again and you worried about your health, but you always fell down.

“Honey, just promise me something... don't leave me, I don't know what I would do without you” Evan said making your eyes sparkle.

“I don't know if I'll last a little longer” you said sleepily, your vision blurring -oh no, not this-.

“Bella, hey, don't fall asleep” Evan said, shaking your shoulders. “Hey! Don't fall asleep please! The ambulance will arrive!” he yelled but it was useless, you were no longer with him. “Bella please answer me! I need you with me!” Evan hugged you and cried, he cried a lot, the love of his life had abandoned him.

He was clear about what was going through your mind, but he never thought about what would happen if you were no longer with him. He took you in his arms when he heard noise outside, the ambulances had arrived. Still hoping you might survive, he took you to the first floor as best he could and opened the door, letting the paramedics put you on a stretcher and try to revive you, but all that effort was useless, you had already bled to death.

“Sorry boy, there's nothing we can do, she lost too much blood” the paramedic told Evan.

“No… please, try something else, I know something else could work” replied the totally devastated boy.

“Sorry, there's nothing we can do” he said again, causing Evan to fall to his knees on the floor as he cried.

“Why! Why Bella? Why did you have to leave me?!” Evan told himself as he cried harder and harder.

He felt empty, as if finally he was absolutely nothing. The person he loved so much showed that he didn't care how he would feel without the other's presence.

[fand0mh03]

Hi I wonder if I can request a" how the Evans masturbate" especially Kai Anderson ? I love your writing by the way thanks

How the Evans would masturbate

Loves, this is my first time writing smut, so I am so sorry if this is horrible :,) thank you for the request and your kind words 

Tate Langdon: 

He would think of you while he did it

You’re just so beautiful, and since you’re not dead and you’re gone all day, he just can’t help himself 

Really he just does the typical pumping until he comes, and then when you get home you two get into more intimate activities ;)

Kit Walker:

he gets lonely sitting up there in Briarcliff, especially if you’re not there or you’re at home

He’d think about your body, how he’d kiss all over your body, taking in all of your beauty while you’re under him

He’d have to be careful, since people are constantly checking in on him, so he’d have to be quick 

He doesn’t have many resources, he he just resorts to the typical pumping

Let’s just say when he gets home to you, you can’t walk for a week 

Kyle Spencer:

Again, pumping, he doesn’t want to go to a sex shop or anything to buy a toy, and he doesn’t want to risk his mom or frat buddies finding it

If he’s really in the mood he will, but I don’t think Kyle is a very sexual person, and the whole time he’s thinking about you, like how he’d tuck your hair behind your ear, and passionately kiss you

He would just want you so bad, but sadly you’re not there at that moment that he needs you

Jimmy Darling:

I feel like he’d be into cock warming, so he’d probably make a diy toy out of your clothes (rip your fave sweater 😔) 

It’s not the same, but he’s weird

What 

Anyways 

He also probably would hump things and would probably jack off

He’d wait for you and if you were later than what you said, you’re in for it

You won’t be able to walk for a while

Rip your knees if ykyk 

Kai Anderson:

have you met Kai?

No you haven’t 🥹

But anyways, he would not let you leave the house

So you’re his personal sex doll!

Even if you didn’t want it, too bad, Kai gets what he wants 

He will literally punish you if you’re not there when he needs you

Evan Peters:

he’s constantly away considering his job, so he’d probably be into nudes

So you’d send him a few photos, he’d send a few photos and so forth, and he’d probably hump and get off while looking at your pics and thinking about you

We all saw his humping game in that one interview 🤭

Anyways, he would really miss you, since he loves you! So he thinks about you 24/

[aecassie]

◜ ˚ ˖  ࣪  ̎✧ ⸼ ཀ༼ 𝟳̵𝟳̵𝟳̵ ༽ཫ ⸼ ̎✧ ࣪ ⋆·˚ ༘ * 🔭•°. *࿐⋆.ೃ࿔*:･. ˚◞♡ ⃗ 🎐*ೃ°࿐*ੈ✩‧₊˚

𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝒯𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑛, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ <3

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑦 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 (𝑠𝑚, 𝑖'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔), ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑠, 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑑!

!𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒆!

𝒮/𝒩 = 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝒮/𝒮 = 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝒞/𝒞 = 𝑐𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜 <3

𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚! 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

༚.° Ꮺ⠀⭒ ࿙࿚୨⋆୧࿙࿚ ⭒ ۫۫⠀⋆ ࣪. ୧ ♡ ୨ ִ ۫ ⁎ .ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ♡ ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ⠀𓊆ʚ♡⃛ɞ𓊇⠀✄ ₊˚๑⠀✮· 𓈒 🦴.

Você tinha acabado de voltar da escola, grande merda.

Abrindo as portas rangentes da tenebrosa casa intitulada como "The murder house", logo subiu as escadas de tamanho generoso afim de encontrar seu melhor amigo, Tate.

Repentinamente, no décimo segundo degrau (sim, você contou), uma mulher de poucos amigos esbarra em seu ombro, lhe olhando com estranheza. Bom, era Constance Langdon, mãe de Tate. A reconhecendo, deu o que era pra ser um sorriso à mais velha que te observou, centímetro por centímetro.

"Então.. Quem seria você? Acho que tenho o direito de descobrir quem entra ou sai da minha casa, não?" -- Um pouco nervosa, você se ajeitou e respondeu desajeitadamente

"Ah, claro, sinto muito pela indelicadeza, meu nome é S/N S/S, sou uma amiga do Tate!" -- É, você poderia descrever a expressão de desprezo presente na mulher.

"Ei, mãe, deixe ela subir, eu que a chamei!" -- Tate diz descendo as escadas

"Certo, acho que pode entrar. Suba e se quiser qualquer coisa peça ao Tate." -- Constance se vira e sai de perto de vocês dois, aliás, que belo alívio.

"Sinto muito por ela. Bom, vamos ao meu quarto?" -- Tate sorri de lábios cerrados, o que derrete seu coração por dentro.

Você concorda com a cabeça e o segue, os dois entram no quarto, Tate se senta na cama, já você, resolve passar suas delicadas mãos sobre os discos de CD na prateleira do loiro, que te olha sorrindo de um modo... apaixonado?

"Mentira! O lançamento do Nirvana? Onde comprou?" -- Você observa fascinada o CD frio apoiado em seus dedos, rindo de maneira até mesmo estúpida, considerando que era apenas isso, um CD.

Tate te olha e se levanta da cama, indo ao seu lado. Ele estende a mão com o intuito de pegar a embalagem do CD, mas por sorte ou azar, acaba pegando em suas mãos.

Vocês se olham por alguns segundos, e logo se afastam.

"É, na locadora, sabe, aquela da esquina do colégio."

"Ah, entendi. Talvez eu vá lá comprar também."

Você pegou um disco do Elvis Presley e colocou no DVD. "Can't Help falling in love with you" era a fatídica música que tocava ao fundo.

Tate, talvez cansado de tanto guardar o que sentia por você, se aproxima e pega levemente seu braço, te virando para ele.

"Tate, tá tudo.." -- Tate nem te deixa acabar, apenas agarra sua cintura e te beija. Você nem conseguia raciocinar naquele momento, era tudo muito confuso.

Não era nada apressado, era calmo, e doce.

As mãos de Tate eram quentinhas, o beijo dele era macio e bom, era reconfortante.

Vocês se separam.

"Olha, merda, me desculpa, s/n, eu nem sei o porque de eu ter feito isso, eu devia saber que você não-" -- Dessa vez, foi você quem não o deixou terminar a frase. Você colocou suas mãos na nuca do maior, que enroscou os dedos em seus fios c/c.

Vocês ficaram se olhando por um tempo, você estava em choque, mas um choque bom. Tate por sua vez, não conseguia tirar as mãos de sua cintura.

"Eu te amo, S/n S/s."

"Eu também te amo, Tate Langdon."

Vocês fizeram de tudo, conversaram, ouviram músicas, várias e várias coisas.

O tempo voou, e já eram 1 da madrugada. Finalmente vocês resolveram dormir, se deitaram na cama de Tate, na famosa conchinha. Tate era, (obviamente), a conchinha menor. Ele se agarrou a você, fechou os olhos e aproveitou o carinho único que só você sabia fazer. Depois de quase 5 minutos, ele percebeu que o carinho parou.

Você tinha dormido.

Tate só deu um sorrisinho com a cena, tirou uma mecha de cabelo de seu rosto e distribuiu vários selinhos em seus lábios e em seu rosto por completo, depois chegando bem perto, te olhando com apreciação.

"Você fica linda quando dorme."

Tate disfere um último selinho na ponta do seu nariz, se agarrando a sua cintura mais uma vez, sendo ele o adormecido agora.

E vocês dormem assim, unidos um ao outro, ouvindo Nirvana como "canção de ninar".

Não poderia ser mais perfeito.

~ Your lips my lips, Apocalypse. ~

..⃗.🐰•̩̩͙⁺° ‹𝟹 !¡ 𓂃 ִֶָ  ִֶָ ⋮﹕ᵎᵎ₀₀ ♡ ៸៸𓂃⁩⋆ ࣪.⊹.° ᵎᵎ ꞋꞌꞋ ✦ ᴓ˟ ִ ۫𓍯 ִֶָ 🥛 ،،̲ 🜲 ᶻᶻᶻ ⌕ ◡̈💀 𓍢٪ ˖ ⎙

!𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐔 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎 𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐌 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋, 𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒!

૮ / / / ก ა  ᐢ⸼⸼ᐢ ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა    •᷄‎ࡇ•᷅   ૮₍｡´• ˕ •`｡₎ა꒰ ིྀ ꒱⠀ಣׅ ୧⠀ೀ ׅ ۫ ⠀♡𝆬 ⠀◌⃘ ̇ 𓇼 ︶ ⊹

[ashes-writing]

a n a t o m y | ahs murder house ; t.langdon

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ; 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔

Summary ;

--- (pt 1 of 2 ) tate just wants to help you learn anatomy in any way he can. 90's/early aughts Med School Tate Langdon au. this one is for you bestie @tbmunson because without our talk this NEVER would have clicked for me.

Pairing ;

90's!CollegeGuy!MedStudent Tate Langdon x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, murder house and his og backstory doesn't exist + tate langdon is not a ghost, but a med. school student, innocent reader, slightly pervy!sweet tate, lots of lustful touching, innuendo, corruption kink, use of medical terminology, nudity, lustful gazing, foreplay heavy -touching and dry humping, mostly. The banner is different because this is a whole other version of Tate Langdon, who is at least 22 here.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my american horror story taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@krys-orion

@hajimaaaaaa

“I’m never going to remember all of these. How the hell does Professor Adams expect us to remember all the muscle groups and their placement in the body along with everything else? I’m going to fail this.” you’re disgusted as you toss down the pile of flashcards on the counter. Tate looks up from the textbook in front of him and chuckles, nodding to it. “Everything okay?”

You rub your temples, you can feel the migraine setting in already. Tate raises up from his chair, moving to stand behind the chair you’re sitting in, hands at your shoulders. As he starts to massage your shoulders, you bite back a soft gasp and your eyes flutter open and shut. The way his hands feel on your body has you thinking about anything but the textbook and the notes, the flashcards in front of you, but you don’t dare say this aloud.

Falling in love with your roommate is a recipe for disaster and sadly, you have.

But you’re probably not his type, you’re introverted, you’re not supermodel hot, you’re actually kind of a nerd and you’re not like the other girls at school, you’re very inexperienced. Awkward.

As Tate feels the tension gathered in your shoulders, he continues to massage, leaning himself against you lightly as he stops massaging you to reach out and pick up a pen lying on the tabletop. “I’ve got an idea.”

You glance up at him over your shoulder and he’s tugging off the Nirvana shirt he’s wearing, letting it fall from his fingertips as he holds the pen out to you and bites his lip. It’s so hot the way you get flustered so easy around him. He’s definitely gotten the suspicion that you’re not like other girls, you’re innocence and light. Warmth and pure. And god help him, he’s drawn to it like a moth to flame. He wants to protect it and at the same time, he wants to ruin it, ruin you for other guys so he can have you all to himself.

His little idea is just a foot in the door.

“What’s your idea?” you ask, brows knit in confusion, cheeks on fire as your eyes have no choice but to roam his bare upper body and your whole body burns just a little hotter when your eyes lock on his big brown ones and you see him staring back at you, the softest of smirks on his mouth. He holds out the pen to you. “Label them on me. It’ll help you see it and remember it.”

“Tate, I–” you bite your bottom lip but you take the pen and give him a weak but thankful smile. “O-okay.” your hands are shaking as you step up to him, dragging the pen over his chest first, marking off the pectoral muscles. He swallows hard and bites back a groan, managing to keep a straight face the whole time he’s doing it but as that pen moves lower, he can feel himself getting really, really hard. He never stopped to consider that getting you to do this -getting you to touch him in the process, was going to be the tease it was turning into.

You’re done labeling his upper body and you’ve stepped closer to him at some point, when it happens and your bodies brush, he bites back the quietest of growls, quick to disguise it with a chuckle. He can feel the pen shaking in your fingers but he doesn’t say anything, instead pretending he doesn’t notice because the last thing he wants is you to stop touching him. He grabs the textbook from the table without breaking his gaze and bites his bottom lip as he reads out each grouping of muscles you’ve labeled. 

“See?” he chuckles, stepping just a little closer as he sits the book down on the table nearby, brown eyes fixed on you, leaning down and into you just slightly. It’s enough that you can feel your thighs clamp together tight as your panties really start to soak through. And you’re flustered, stammering for your words. He pushes the pen back into your hand and takes a shaky breath. “Do y’ think you can remember the others? Or do I…” he nods to his jean clad lower body and you nearly swallow your tongue, stammering out that he doesn’t have to do this, that you think you can remember.

“I don’t mind, darling.” he coaxes, biting his lip as a low and dark chuckle slips past, “Unless it’s gonna make you uncomfortable? That’s the last thing I want to do, princess.” and he wants to punch himself when the pet name leaves his mouth but he can’t help it, you’re bringing out this whole other side of him and it’s so overwhelming that he can’t possibly keep fighting it.

“N-no. No. It’s fine. I just…” your eyes are glued to his hand and the way it hovers over the button of his jeans. As the button slips through the buttonhole, you just barely bite back an unholy whine threatening to come. Then he’s unzipping his jeans and your breath catches, hanging in your throat. His pants fall to the floor and you tell yourself not to look down but naturally, this is the first thing you find yourself doing. Tate sees it and he licks his lips, reaching out to lightly grip your jaw, giving just the smallest squeeze as he tilts your face so that your eyes meet his. 

“You alright?” his question is asked in a husky whisper, his mouth just nearly grazing against your own… And if you were smarter, you’d have figured out by now that he’s definitely up to something. And it’s everything you’ve lain awake nights imagining, touching yourself underneath the bed sheets, all hot and bothered as you picture what your hot and broody roommate might look like beneath his clothes.

“Y-yeah.” you manage to stammer out the word and it’s lame, weak. You’re not okay right now, your stomach is coiled and your thighs are clamped so damn tight they hurt and you’re visibly flustered, you’ve dropped the damn pen before you even realize it. Tate bends to pick it up and maybe he’s teasing a little when he looks you in the eye and uses that smooth tone he’s so adept at using and the one that always calms you down, “Relax. ‘S not like you’ve never seen this…” 

“Right, yeah.” you’re laughing despite knowing full well that Tate’s cock is the first cock you’ve actually seen before and now that you have, all you can think about is how badly you wish it was buried inside of you. You try to shove the thought out of your head and focus on labeling the groups of muscles that make up his thighs and then his calves and you pause when you hear him grunt and it’s this husky sound from deep within him.

You’re dangerously close to his cock right now, the warmth of your breath fanning against it a little when you breathe in and out. He squirms a little, tries to keep his composure so he doesn’t make things awkward, but your breath against it has it getting even harder. He fixes his gaze down on the top of your head and tries like hell not to imagine curling his fingers in soft strands, tugging as he pushes your mouth down around his member.

When you stand again, holding up the pen to him, he lets out a long and ragged breath and his legs finally seem to relax, even if only a little. “Let’s see how y’ did.” he picks up the book again, noting all the names and areas you’ve marked off, chuckling to himself as he sits the book to the side again and bends down, pulling back up his jeans and black boxers. “Think you can remember now?” he asks, his tone huskier as it leaves his mouth. You’re stepping closer too, your bodies bump against each other, his hand against your hip just slightly. You give him a flustered smile and nod, taking a deep breath. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

“If you…” you start to offer yourself up to do the same for him, but you can’t even begin to make the words leave your mouth. The door to your shared apartment is being beaten down and Tate grumbles as soon as he hears one of the frat boys he’s friends with yelling through the other side.

The second Tate is gone to answer the door, you lean heavily against the fridge and you try your very best to pull yourself together.

You’re going to need an ice bath now and you know it.

[yes-divine-ruler]

Riding Tates face, but the boys so turned on he also cums in his pants. ❤️ I love your acc sm

You kept yourself up right with the support of Tate’s chest, the accelerated beating of his heart pounding through his skin and into your palms. His wet lips and tongue lapped at your sopping folds, one of his hands reaching upwards to knead your left breast. He was a moaning, spluttering mess under you, as your hips rut upwards every time he’d slide his tongue inside you.

“Tate, my god, that feels so fucking good,” you couldn’t contain your praise, and Tate couldn’t get enough of it. His cock pulsed behind the confines of his boxers, his toes curling with every lewd compliment that left your parted lips. He devoured you, lips wrapping around your clit and suckling on it gently.

Everything about it felt so intoxicating, and soon he’d formed a tiny wet patch where beads of pre-cum began to stain his boxers.

Every low moan that was elicited from Tate shuddered through your tense body, every minute of his pleasurable assault pushing you closer to your sweet release.

“Tate- fuck- I’m cumming.”

Your declaration had Tate chasing your orgasm, his lips swollen and his tongue aching as they expertly worked at your pussy.

When you came, Tate couldn’t contain himself any longer, revelling in the way your moans laced with profanity circulated the room, and the way your thighs shook around his head.

You didn’t have to touch him, not even once, for Tate to release himself, coating the insides of his boxers in a warm puddle of his seed. You groaned at the sight, letting Tate pepper kisses down your inner thighs between soft pants as you watched the last few twitches of his thick cock.

“I couldn’t help myself,” Tate muttered against your pussy, “everything about you is just so fucking pretty.”

[nobitchs-world]

will u do a Evan Peters x black reader story bc I saw u did a moodboard of it and I was wondering if u will do a story bc I love 💕. Your moodboard.

Thank you ☺️ I’ll warn you now that I’m fairly new to writing so it might be a little sloppy but just recommend what you want me to do and I’ll do it

Much love 💕-C

P.S. I wouldn’t mind making anything for his characters

[hazelzspam15]

Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader

Forever and Ever

Trigger warning lol: School shooting, Tate Langdon (mf messed up fr), guns, suicide!.

Also sorry if there is any spelling mistakes. This is my first time writing on Tumbler loll.

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Today was the day. Tate was going to do it.

Tate walked into school with his lips curled into a smirk.

He’s face was covered with black paint, a skeleton was imprinted on his face. He had a black long coat over his body and his dirty blond hair was slicked back.

He held a note in his hand with someone specials name on it.

Everyone stared and gave him weird looks as he walked though the halls quite confident.

Everyone expect, Y/n. She was different from them.

When she saw the paint on his face, she smiled and looked back at her books.

She was way different from the rest of the stupid, annoying kids from this school.

He smiled slightly before walking into one of the classes.

Y/N’s pov

She looked down at her books, nervously. She had a huge crush on Tate Langdon.

Everyone found him weird and quiet but she found that cute.

She was the prettiest girl at Westfield high, how could she like the weirdest?

She had study hall so she decided to skip and hang out by herself in the library. Some students and a teacher were in there.

She picked out a book and sat in the corner of the library, away from everyone.

She was reading about a love story where one of the characters were insane but fell in love with a perfectly normal person.

She loved the plot. It felt like she couldn’t stop flipping the pages that’s how good it was.

She began to think about Tate again. She couldn’t stop. She just liked him a lot.

She was in a few classes with him and had a few projects. Other then that they didn’t really talk.

But everyone knew they liked each other.

They would stare at each other like they were kid looking at a toy. Y/N’s friends would always bully her about it but she didn’t care. She knew he was her soulmate.

Y/n may be the crazy one in this “love” story.

She couldn’t have been anymore wrong.

Suddenly while on the 6th chapter of the book. Everyone in the library, including Y/n. Heard gunshots. Everyone quietly and quickly moved to a hiding spot.

Y/n hid under a table.

They all hear the door to the library open and a kid runs in.

Everyone stares at him. “There is someone shooting people for so reason! He just shot a teacher who was next to me!” He cried at he threw chairs at the door.

Suddenly all of the chair were pushed off by the force of the person pushing the door open. Suddenly a jock pushed Y/n out from the table so he could hid.

“What the hell!” She whispered. Suddenly she saw two pairs of black boots appear in front of her.

She slowly looked up.

Wait…

TATE?!

Her eyes widen as Tate pulled the gun away from her face. He pulled her up and whisper in her ear. “I am not going to hurt you.”

He held her hand as he continued to walk around the library. She covered her ears and eyes as he shot the students in the head.

She didn’t pull her hand away. She was in too much shock to do anything other then follow.

Finally they both left and went to his house.

“Why.” She looked at him as they were on his bed waiting from the police to come find Tate.

“Why?… what?” Tate was acting stupid now. Like he did not just shot up a school and stole his crush from getting killed.

“Don’t play dumb.” She laid on his bed.

“Why did you do it”

He sighed. “I… don’t kno-“

“Don’t play dumb with me Tate!” She said once more.

“I really don’t know why…” He laid next to her.

She turned over to him. Oh shit..

She stared in his eyes and messed with his fluffy hair.

Oh no.

She still likes him.

Shit, shit, shit. No, No!

She can’t. She can’t be here. She can’t let this happen. He killed kids for no reason!

Suddenly he scooted closer to her. The tension was intense. He held onto her cheek and pulled her in, kissing her. Her soft lips pushed against his.

Suddenly the swam team busted in. Tate and Y/n quickly stood up. All of the gun lasers were on me and Tate.

“Wait! No! She didn’t do anything! Don’t kill her please!” Tate begged when he saw the lasers on her.

“We don’t know that.” One of the swam members spoke.

“You know what!” Tate went to grab the shot gun from his bag when they shot him. He fell onto the bed they were just kissing on.

Y/n stood there trying not to more as much as possible. She couldn’t though. Her soulmate was killed in front of her.

They grabbed her and took her to the police station. Suddenly for some odd reason they left the door unlocked in the room she was in.

She came up with a plan and she was ready for any reck.

When no one was around, she walked out of the room and looked around.

She walked into a storage room and found a gun.

She grabbed it and hid it under her shirt.

She walked out of the station and ran to Tate’s house where some police were at.

“Hey! Get out of here girl!” One cop called drawing all the cops attention to her.

She quickly ran into Tate’s room didn’t have Tate’s body anymore. They must have already taken him away. The police officers quickly followed her in.

Tate’s pov

He died. Shit.

Why did he shot up a fucking school. Tate watched as his soulmate was taken away.

They did the same to his body.

Suddenly half an hour later. Y/n walked in.

What is she… WAIT NO!

It suddenly clicked to him when she pulled out a gun from her shirt.

She pulled the gun to her face. Her last words made him want to cry like he use to when he was told to kill himself by his own mom.

“If Tate dies in this house, hell I die in this fucking house. His my soulmate and I’m his. He belongs to me and I belong to him. And if he kills people”

Suddenly she turned the gun to a police officers head and shot him “then I kill people.” after, she pulled the gun to her head and pulled the trigger.

“Now we can be together. Forever and ever”

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This is again my first time writing, so! Please don’t scream at me if it doesn’t make sense!

[feninina]

𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙗𝙗𝙜𝙨 ༉‧₊˚.⁀➷

my muses

༘⋆@. ꒱ kendall roy.

༘⋆@. ꒱ roman roy.

༘⋆@. ꒱ one direction boys.

༘⋆@. ꒱ shiv roy.

༘⋆@. ꒱ thimothée chalamet: laurie, lee, nic, kyle.

༘⋆@. ꒱ cillian murphy: himself, tommy shelby, raymond leon, neil lewis, jonathan crane, jackson rippner, j. robert oppenheimer, robert fischer, emmett, tom buckley, kitty braden.

༘⋆@. ꒱ five seconds of summer.

༘⋆@. ꒱ jesse pinkman.

༘⋆@. ꒱ lalo salamanca.

༘⋆@. ꒱ nacho varga.

༘⋆@. ꒱ saul goodman / jimmy mcgill.

༘⋆@. ꒱ anakin skywalker.

༘⋆@. ꒱ adam stanheight-faulkner.

༘⋆@. ꒱ peter strahm.

༘⋆@. ꒱ mark hoffman.

༘⋆@. ꒱ amanda young.

༘⋆@. ꒱ klaus hargreeves.

༘⋆@. ꒱ evan peters: himself, tate langdon, kit walker, kai anderson, jimmy darling.

༘⋆@. ꒱ society of the snow cast. (mostly enzo)

༘⋆@. ꒱ stray kids. (mostly hyunjin)

༘⋆@. ꒱ tom hardy: himself, alphie solomons, eames, reggie kray, tommy colton, eddie brock.

༘⋆@. ꒱ brad pitt: tyler durden, cliff booth, joe black, benjamin button, achilles, jack conrad, david mills.

༘⋆@. ꒱ jacob elordi: himself, nate jacobs, felix catton, him as elvis.

༘⋆@. ꒱ barry keoghan: himself, oliver quick.

༘⋆@. ꒱ reneé rapp: herself, regina george, leighton murray.

(it’s a long list i’m so sorry)

𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧

･῾༘⋆ ⩩ ꜞ i am comfortable writing fluff, nsfw, age gaps, dark themes, violence and i think that for the dark themes it’ll depend on the character, but i will put warnings anyways. however i won’t use slurs, i won’t write about dd/lg and some specific kinks.

･῾༘⋆ ⩩ ꜞ estoy cómoda escribiendo fluff, nsfw, age gaps, temas turbios, violencia y creo q para los temas turbios obviamente dependerá del personaje, pero pondré advertencias de todos modos. de cualquier forma, no usaré slurs, no escribiré dd/lg y algunos fetiches en específico.

[alittlesil]

let me distract you

Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader ♥️

a/n: hey :) i secretly enjoy writing and after a quick talk abt it with @lilthbunny i decided to post some of my fics here! hope it’s not so bad so pls enjoy

summary: you study too much and Tate decides to slightly distract you 🌸

warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving)

(pic from pinterest)

Summer is almost there.

It’s almost there, and it means that you have exams in your college. 

Another day of the endless studying in your dark, dusty room. A lot of textbooks are scattered on the bed mixed with notebooks, and you're lying there typing something quickly on your laptop - you need to watch another lecture… your brain aches already, your eyes narrow in the darkness of the room, you’re completely exhausted of this shit. When you type the last letter on your laptop, you feel someone’s presence nearly. 

With a sigh, you take your notebook again, starting to write something and not paying any attention to the blond guy, who already took a seat on the bed with you.  With a muffled tired groan, his head literally falls down on your tummy, and his hands stroke your sides gently.

“Y/n, come ooon”, he groans again, looking up at you with his dark puppy eyes. “You’ve been studying for three days in a row, i’m tired of just watching you laying here, reading and writing.”

You sigh tiredly, but feel really bad for ignoring your boyfriend this way, even knowing how much he always craves your attention. “Tate, you know this test is important.” Your fingers eventually slipped into his golden, soft curls, playing with them, as your gaze’s still locked with the notebook. You bit your lower lip, trying to focus on the study tasks, when the young boy starts to kiss your stomach through the cloth of your top, and of course you didn’t wear bra… and of course Tate notices it, when your nipples become harder because of simple kisses on your body. He smirks slyly.

“But that doesn’t mean you have to study all weekend… look at you. You look exhausted.” He said, and his fingers quickly slip under the cloth and touch your bare skin on your sides and stomach. Tate leans in and nuzzles your neck, and you unintentionally put your notebook aside. His hot breath hits your skin, as he whispers: “Someone here wants you to take a breath. Let me distract you for a while.”

You almost moaned just at these words, as your fingers tug on his hair softly and your lips curl into a slight smirk. “I think i can’t say no in this position.”

Tate smiles and immediately pulls your top off, his palms cupping your breasts, as he connects his lips with yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. Oh, this boy missed this feeling of your smooth skin in his hands, of your soft lips against his - it was only 3 days without you guys having intimacy, but for him it felt like eternity. His hot tongue brushes against your lips in a silent question, and you part your lips slightly, allowing him to slip in, while his slender fingers knead your tits.

His mouth starts to move lower - his hot lips on your neck, on your chest, on your tummy, and you can already feel how your underwear gets more wet with each second.

“That’s… a very… good… mhmhmm… decision…” He groans into your skin in between kisses, as his lips wander lower and lower. His hands reach for the buttons of your jeans, and eventually he pulls them down your legs, leaving you in your panties only. Tate pulls away, admiring the view - he always craves you, your body, your touch, no matter what, and seeing you naked (or almost naked) is enough for him to get hard within a second. His fingers trace along your bare thighs gently, as he suddenly changes the position - now you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, and this boy with golden curls is kneeling in front of you, spreading your thighs. You bit your lower lip in anticipation, as his lips slowly make their way up your thigh, getting closer and closer to the spot where you crave them the most and shamelessly teasing you. Tate’s fingers reach to the waistband of your panties, tugging on it slightly.

“Let me..?” He whispers in a hushed breath, looking up at you, and this sight only can make you cum twice. 

“Tate, just do it, please…” You whimper, tugging on his hair, and he lets out a soft growl, as his lips connect with your underwear, and you gasped at the sensation - it feels so good, but you need so much more… “D-don’t tease! Take these off…” You whine, and Tate smirks, enjoying how much you want him back. He can’t refuse you, and in a second your panties fall down on the floor. His slender finger runs between your folds, collecting the wetness, and he even moans quietly, seeing how eager you already are. 

You shiver, and a soft whimper escapes your lips, when you feel his finger touching you. Tate pulls it away and replaces it with his soft, tender lips, and now you can’t hold back a proper moan. Your grip in his hair tightens, as he started to literally eat you out, his tongue circles around your clit and slips inside you, making you scream in pure pleasure. You pull his head closer, and Tate moans at your eagerness, continuing his adorable assault on your pussy. Your arousal mixes with his saliva, and when he sucks on your clit, you let out another loud moan.

“So loud for such a sweet girl”, he chuckles quietly, swallowing, and then suddenly entering you with his middle finger. You threw your head back, covering your mouth with your free hand just not to scream so loud that the whole neighbourhood could hear you. You squeeze your thighs unintentionally, and Tate chuckles against your clit - the vibrations send a shiver down your spine. He starts to move his finger painfully slow, and you thrust your hips, meeting his motions. When he feels that you begin to clench around his finger, he adds the second one and licks on your clit faster, but gentler. 

“F-fuck, Tate!” You whine again, not able to contain yourself. “I- Oh, I think i’m gonna cum-“

Your words make him grow even harder in his jeans. “Don’t worry”, he chuckles, pulling away for a second. “I ain’t stopping.”

You whine, and with one last thrust of his fingers, finally achieve your climax. It feels like an explosion: your walls clench around his hand, the arousal dripping down your thighs, and Tate gladly licks every single drop of it. This familiar feeling of powerful wave of pleasure makes you gasp for the air, and you lay down on your back, trying to calm down. Tate pulls away from your thighs, his chin glistens with your wetness, and he wipes it away with a sleeve of his striped sweater. He crawls towards you, laying down next to your body.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He whispers, kissing your temple, and you reach up to him, smashing your lips against his - he kisses you back sloppily, still caressing your bare thigh with one hand. He then looks at you with a cocky smile and leans his head on your shoulder, breathing in your scent.

“I guess I should study even more if it means that you’re going to distract me from it like this every time…” You scoff, starting to play with his hair once again, making Tate purr.

“I don’t mind spending most of my time ‘distracting’ you.”