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Hell Hole. - Tate Langdon

Pairing: AHS Tate Langdon x GN!Reader

Summary: Secrets can’t possibly stay hidden in a home that was built on the betrayal of deceit and ruin. Tate had figured that out by now.

ALTERNATIVELY:

Violet tells you about what Tate did, and you can’t look at him the same again after.

Warnings: if you could handle watching AHS, you can handle this i thinks. Angst, no comfort, kind of a cliffhanger ending. A part 2 may be in order if requested lol. This is very not proof read pls forgive it i just wanted to write s o me th in g.

He should’ve known. Really, very truly should’ve known that he wouldn’t have been able to move on so easily. That he wouldn’t have been able to escape the wrongdoings of his past, the horrors of the sins he committed against the innocent. It was only right he was standing where he was right now, mind racing miles upon miles a second as he tried to grasp the reality painfully painted in front of him.

You, who was standing in front of him, tear stained cheeks that were burning red like rubies. Eyes puffy and undeniably sore, strained and stinging as you wiped away the salty manifestations of your grief. It broke him to see his angel so distressed, his saviour in such a state of loss and hurt. He thought he’d been damned the day Violet told him to leave for good, damned to pay for his evil ways; cooped up in the basement with the other poor souls crying for what they had lost.

But then you arrived.

Many families had come and gone before then- ones that were broken, strained and whole. Mothers, fathers, daughters and sons, infants and pets had walked the halls of the house, only to be shortly chased away not long after. Nothing ever was permanent, and nothing ever seemed permanent for Tate, not until you came along. Ben and Vivienne were done chasing homeowners out, they no longer wanted to dedicate their deaths to preventing others from a similar fate. They’d grown tired, like everybody else had. This had only wrongfully convinced Tate further that your arrival was meant to be.

Tate almost wanted to laugh at how stupid he’d been. This light, this saviour, this god, this cruel demonstration of fate, you, were just the world’s way of tragically repeating history all over again. Less in terms of casualties, but in terms of heartbreak? Tate was almost sure he was about to drop dead all over again, if it wasn’t for the sliver of desire he held deep in his heart. What if you did forgive him? Could you be able to look past what he’d done, accept it and love him for all of what he was? Unlikely.

“Violet told me,” you choked, hair a mess and clothes crumpled from the strength of your fists clutching onto them for dear life, “she told me everything, Tate, everything.”

He swallowed the fear building in his throat, eyes nervously darting around the room. He was desperate to approach you, to get closer and cocoon you in his arms and act like this wasn’t happening right now. He shouldn’t have ever come out of the basement, he thought bitterly.

“Come on,” he begged, panting even though he didn’t have functioning lungs to fill. His chest pounding even though he didn’t have a heart capable of beating. “Please, what I did wasn’t me. Believe me, you gotta.”

“Believe you? I saw your fucking picture on the articles, Tate. You fucking killed those students in cold blood,” you hissed, running a shaking hand through your hair. Your temper was rising, didn’t he have shame? Was he even sorry?

“But it wasn’t me!”

“How was it not you? You were the one with the gun! You were the one that pulled the trigger! You were the one who assaulted and killed Violet’s mother! The one responsible for two other people who are doomed here!”

“No, no not like that. I mean-“ he sobbed, “please, i know i did it. All of it. But it wasn’t me. I’m so sorry.”

You scoffed. Tate visibly winced, eyes building up with tears as he shook violently. You couldn’t help but feel disgusted, stomach turning and nose scrunching as you took in his state. How could he have the audacity to be in such despair when he’d ended and ruined lives?

Somehow, you could still see the Tate you knew in him. The Tate who wouldn’t hurt a fly, who would do anything to see you giddy and smiling, who was yours. But knowing the reality, also meant you knew you had to toss that bullshit behind you. You couldn’t feel this way towards him anymore. Your stomach turned just thinking of the monster he was under all the lies he meticulously fed you. He wasn’t innocent and he knew that this whole time.

“I’m going,” you said hastily, hands flying up in defeat as you stormed out of your bedroom. The bedroom you now realised previously belonged to the now dead school shooter and also your recent ex, Tate Langdon. “Don’t fucking show yourself when I come back.”

You didn’t entirely understand everything, I mean, how could you? You’d gone from believing you had a perfect goofy, adorably-odd boyfriend, to finding out he was dead with a criminal record and multiple bodies under his belt. At first you didn’t fully accept Violet’s babbling as she rambled off about all the suffering he’d caused, until she snatched your phone and pulled up what had confirmed your fears. The truth was right in front of your eyes, and there was no option for you to avoid it for it was blinding- and, what was more devastating, a measly google search away this whole time.

You were a fool.

“No! Please, you can’t!” he cried, hands coming up to yank at his blonde strands, his demeanour visibly closing in on himself. His body language screamed frightened, but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care.

You ignored his protests, although your tears continued to stream as you listened halfheartedly to his pleas. It wasn’t your place to forgive, and you’d certainly never be able to forget.

And with those last thoughts, you stepped out of your bedroom door and flew down the stairs. Your parents were both at work, so nobody was home to question why you were so frantic to leave the house. You’d have no choice but to be home later, but everything in the moment seemed to be screaming at you to leave.

“You’re all I have! Stay! Please!” he bounded down the stairs after you, pitiful screams narrowly escaping his aching throat. “You promised me! You fucking promised me! You can’t leave!”

Your breath hitched in your throat, door swinging shut as you practically ran out of the suffocating walls of your house. Could it even be considered your home now? Did technicalities even matter when nothing that you’d just experienced was even remotely logical?

You chuckled miserably, kicking the stone littered pavement as you tracked further from the hell hole you’d just stepped out of and closer to some peace and quiet. You’d worry about the rest when you got back.

Love, Love, Love | AHS Tate Langdon x Reader

Pairing: AHS Tate Langdon x Reader

Summary: You died. A pity. You were stuck in a house filled from the basement to the attic of people past who'd met their untimely fates. A pity. Your boyfriend, the love of your short life, stopped talking to you; spending his time hanging out with the bane of your existence. Violet. A pity.

Warnings: you die, terrible communication skills, angst to fluff, smut smut smut, reader tries to be in charge- tate nips that in the bud quickly though, restraint, oral (fem receiving), banging on the basement floor lel, they get caught, creampies, slight make up sex, tate makes you taste yourself haha whoops, jealousy, tate and violet bein friends- she forgave him and whatnot, he makes a jokey reference to what he said about f-ing violet in the show but that’s just because it’s tate

You were cold. So, so cold. Desolate and drained of life, splayed out and unnervingly still on the floor beneath you. Your own dead body was casually propped in front of you, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Another milestone in the traumatic circle of life in which you lived.

You heard pitiful sobs ringing out alongside hushed whimpers, 'i'm sorry, i really tried. I promise.'

'It's okay,' you murmured, words hushed and tension building in your throat.

'I still love you.'

But did he love you?

You found yourself pondering this question lately, eyes narrowed and lips bitten to shreds as you silently sat on the floor of the attic. It was safe to say you were relatively adjusted to the whole being dead thing now, having made yourself acquainted with all the other lone spirits wandering the house.

'Come on, Beau, gimme a turn with the ball,' you smiled, watching the small boy prod, push and throw the small toy around in glee. It was heartwarming watching him be so happy and in his element, but also it twisted your guts knowing why he was doomed to the fate he shares with you.

Eager to play with you, the ball was quickly pushed along the dusty, splintered floorboards. You reached out to it, but the enthusiasm behind Beau's push caused it to roll further and faster than you'd anticipated. Giggling, you pushed yourself out of your cross legged position and followed the ball to the entrance.

The attic door was open, meaning the ball had fallen from the attic floor to the hallway beneath you. You knew that since you were a ghost you could technically just materialise yourself in any room you wished to be in, but you had a habit of trying to stick to doing things the traditional way when you could help it.

'Tate, don't be an asshole,' you heard a familiar voice snicker beneath you, accompanied by a boyish laughter that somehow always managed to set fire to your skin. Except this time, your skin prickled, your faux blood tingling as if your veins were flowing with lightning.

'You know you love me, Vi.'

Even with another girl, Tate still managed to be the only thing to make you still feel alive.

Your mood had effectively been soured, the ball no longer of your concern. You disappeared, ignoring the confused whining of the little boy behind you. You felt too betrayed to care.

If there's one thing that ignited your nerves, it was the shrill screams of children. The sound had you bristling on edge, agitated and digging your nails into the palms of your hands. The affection and care you held for kids didn't apply when they were crying their little hearts out.

'Are you okay, Nora?' you asked sympathetically, watching her grimace at the infant laying in the cot beside her, as if she were looking at the devil himself. The baby was crying out, for what you didn't know, but it didn't seem like it was going to chill out anytime soon.

'I don't wish to look at it,' she stood up, hands wiping themselves against each other as if to rid herself of the suddenly dirty germs of her child. 'Where's Vivienne?'

'Having a family night with Ben and Violet,' a new figure peaked up, the hauntingly familiar voice turning your taste buds sour and causing your saliva to run dry.

Shaking her head in irritation, she tossed a blanket in your direction before turning to exit the main area of the basement, 'I'll be back once it's calmed.'

You groaned. Not only had you been left with a small, screaming child, you were also sitting in front of the man who hadn't properly spoken with you since your death- and had clearly moved on just fine and dandy. As if you'd meant nothing.

Rage simmered in your chest, begging to slip off your tongue and rear it's ugly head at the object of your anger. But you kept yourself collected, it was no use sobbing until your lungs collapsed or beating him with your fists as you unleashed the pent up sadness and confusion you held.

And not only that, this was only time you'd been near his vicinity since your death, and yet he was still only talking about her.

There was an awkward silence drifting between you both, feeling his coconut coloured eyes raking over you as you stood up to attend to the responsibility you'd been left with. You lifted the baby into your blanketed arms, humming a familiar lullaby as you rocked back and fourth gently. The crying didn't cease.

'Do dead babies need diaper changes?'

Your lips pursed. The first words he felt worthy of saying to you after your death... was asking if ghost babies could piss and shit? You almost laughed at the ridiculousness of it all, what else could you expect from him? That was the boy you knew, as dense as ever.

'Nope,' you responded blankly, 'You've been dead longer than me, would've supposed you'd have figured out dead people don't have functioning organs by now.'

'I dunno, but babies are babies. What else can they do except shit, eat and sleep?' he mused, his relentless gaze still lingering on your figure.

'Well, now he's only left with eating and sleeping.'

The silence settled in once more, and you tried to ignore how much you loved having his attention. You bitterly reminded yourself that if it weren't for the Harmon's spending time together, he'd leave you to be with Violet in a flash.

'I'm sorry.'

'Whatever for?' you inquired, voice light and airy as if you didn't understand why he felt the need to say such a thing. What could he have possibly done to feel the need to apologise?

You heard a disgruntled sigh from behind you, his frustration clearly becoming too overwhelming to contain. Good, you thought, be annoyed. You couldn't give less of a shit.

'Can we just go back to normal? Please?'

Normal?

Normal.

He, all of a sudden, felt as though it was time to go back to normal? After abandoning you, choosing another over you, betraying you, he felt it was time to pull on his big boy pants and act like all of this just never occurred? You'd known he had a slight fear of rejection, but you never expected him to have the audacity to not even face what he'd done wrong. To ignore it and attempt to sweep it under the rug, as if it were just a dry spell in your relationship that meant no harm.

You scoffed, placing the no longer crying angel back into his crib. You brushed back the few strands of hair he possessed, before looking to face the antsy man behind you. The nerve.

'Can't do, sorry.'

You walked off, disappearing as Nora came back to attend to her baby. Loving him conditionally once more, returning to care for and treat him as her own- on her own terms.

Much like somebody else you knew.

'I don't know what to do,' Tate groaned, 'I don't know how to get her to talk to me again, y'know? She's just like, gone cold. Like I don't exist.'

Ben Harmon sat across from him, arms crossed as he listened to the boys ramblings. It was almost entertaining how Tate had seemed to have gone full circle, and yet didn't have the self awareness to realise he was back where he started. No longer obsessing over his daughter, thank god, but another girl who'd enraptured him. Another girl who was, funny enough, also trying to cut contact with him.

'We can't force people to do thing's they don't want to do, Tate. If they don't want to talk to you, then that's their choice. They don't owe you a conversation.'

'Don't you think I know that?'

It was also funny how even though Ben had vehemently refused to ever see Tate as another client in his life, or in his death, here he was. Sitting across from the pouting man child who had begged him for help one last time, promising that this would be the final occasion where he'd ask for his assistance. For some peculiar reason, Ben didn't believe this would be the last.

'Is this week the first time you tried to talk to her?' Ben questioned, the unfortunate realisation sinking in that the situation was more hopeless than he thought as Tate nodded his head. 'Why?'

'I dont knowww,' he whined, head thrown back and eyes closing as he reveled in his self pity. 'I just, I don't know, I was scared.'

'Scared?'

'I feel like she died because of me, like I failed her. Like she'd have been better off without me meddling in her life, so I thought why meddle in her afterlife too? She didn't need me making her even more miserable.'

'Did she give any indication that she actually thinks this way of you, Tate?' His brows furrowed as he took in what the blonde boy was saying, trying to make sense of how he'd come to this conclusion in his sick head. Sick being the keyword, of course his thought process made no sense. Tate's mental state wasn't normal by any means, so it took jumping through plenty of loops to try to understand him.

Many, many loops.

'I mean, no,' Tate fiddled with his fingers, looking down at his hands as he tried to hold back his tears, 'I fucked up.'

'Yup.'

'Do you think I can fix it? Like I did with Violet?'

Ben paused his thought process, staring the boy in his eyes as he spoke through gritted teeth, 'Violet? What have you been doing with my daughter?'

'Nothin', nothin'' Tate quickly reassured, raising his hands in surrender, brushing off the older man's piercing stare. 'I have my eyes set on y/n now, me and Violet are longgg gone. Still cool to hang out with though, yesterday we-'

'I don't want to know what you've been doing with my daughter.'

'Gee, relax. I fucked her once, years ago,' Tate scoffed, rolling his eyes as he chuckled, 'She was a great time for a virgin though, she was sooo wet-'

'Enough,' Ben seethed, standing up out of his leather armchair as he walked towards the door. He opened it, pointing in the direction of the hallway.

'Hey, I was just messing with ya,' Tate softly spoke, trying to diffuse the situation. He didn't really mean what he said about Violet, his numerous encounters with you had made everyone before you seem as if they never happened. He just wanted to get on Ben's nerves a little, like the good times. Plus, Tate couldn't leave yet, Ben hadn't solved his problem. And he'd rather get gunned down dead again before leaving the office without a plan of action to get you to reconcile with him.

'Tate, you know what your problem is?' Ben approached him, hands making aimless gestures as he continued his rant. 'You don't have boundaries, you don't think of the affects of your words and your actions before it's too late. Consider people's feelings more and you wouldn't be in this situation for the second time.'

'Well, ow,' Tate cringed, face scrunching up as he took in the mean spew of word's Ben had thrown at him. He knew he didn't deserve niceties, but that didn't make his harsh words sting less.

'I won't repeat myself, Tate. I want you out.'

Reluctantly and with an angered scowl on his face, he disappeared.

'Fucking talk to me!' He cried, arms tightly clutched around your frame, holding onto you as if you'd vanish if he let go. You gritted your teeth at his sobs.

You tried forcefully removing his desperate arms from around your body, but your efforts were useless as they only spurred him to cling tighter. His salty tears were soaking the white fabric of the dress you had died in, your nose scrunching as you felt the wet patch press against you unpleasantly.

'Where we you when I wanted to talk?' you angrily mumbled, struggling to even lighten the grip he had purchased around you. You were stuck, and you knew there was no point wasting your strength. He was a stubborn boy.

'I'm sorry, okay,' he hiccuped, his breath hitching in his throat as he babbled on aimlessly. You understood a small fraction of his words, not even enough to string together a sentence, but enough to gather what he was trying to convey. You really didn't want to have your resolve shattered, but if you had to listen to his pitiful pleas any longer you were going to snap.

Snap, as in, take his soft cheeks in your hands and give him a fat smooch, and forgive all the heartbreak and pain he'd put you through recently.

But, you wanted to hear him beg a little more. You were quite cruel. However, there was a small, nagging fear in the back of your mind you'd needed relieved.

'Tate, what about... what about Violet?' you softly asked, your voice barely audible under your breath. You were scared, so fucking scared. What if he immediately let you go upon realising what you said, coming to his senses as it dawned on him that Violet really was the better option? That you weren't enough for him after all?

You knew enough of Tate and Violet's history to be aware that they'd been something once before, something intimate and that there had been a shared attraction between the two. You didn't know the extent, nor did you wish to know all the details, but there was something. And that was enough to have you on edge.

'Violet?' Tate looked up at you, tear stained cheeks gleaming and red as he sniffled. 'What- did Violet say something to you? Whatever it was, it was a lie! Is that why you didn’t wanna talk? Violet?'

'It was nothing that Violet did,' you stated, running your hand through his poofy, blonde locks for comforts sake. For your or his comfort, you didn't know.

'Then why?' his voice cracked as a sob escaped his throat, his head nuzzling deeper into your hip. He was on his knees beside you, puffy eyes, lips and cheeks pressing against you.

'You're just always with her,' the mental wall holding the sea of emotions you were harbouring collapsed, your cries matching his as you slid to a sitting position. Tate didn't let you go, keeping a firm grip on you as you joined him on the floor. 'You seem so happy together, and you haven't spoken to me since, well- you know when. And you and Violet used to be a thing, and I heard you say that you knew she loved you when i was upstairs in the attic one day and I just-'

'You're stupid,' Tate chuckled through his tears, arms adjusting to bring you against his body in a loving embrace. You felt the safest you had in a while, coddled in his arms against the wall of the basement. It was peaceful.

'I just need to know, Tate,' you brushed his fringe back as you gazed into his eyes, the love you'd left bubbling under the surface of your being, threatening to explode out of you. He was so beautiful, and you were yearning to let him know. 'Violet or me? I'll forgive you for not talking to me, won't even ask why you did all that. I just need-'

'You.'

You smiled, pulling his stupid, pretty face towards you to indulge yourself in what you'd been missing. His love.

Although, you still wanted to make him beg.

'Why'd you stop?' he huffed, nudging his face towards yours to capture your lips in another heated kiss. He'd gone so long without you, and right now, he was feeling selfish. He was intent on taking all of you.

'Proving I can make you feel better than Violet,' you laughed at the forlorn expression etched across his face, his hands tightening their grip as he attempted to pull you into him. He wanted you to become one with him. He wanted you so bad. Needed you.

'Babyyy,' he whinged, tugging on the material of your dress. You didn't move an inch. Now you'd made up with the love of your life, you were going to make sure the next hour of the rest of your relationship was going to start with a bang.

'Take your pants off.'

A goofy smile spreads across his lips, his grip untangling from around you as he reaches down to undo the zipper of his jeans. His hands were ready and brisk, making quick work of his clothing as he slid it down his legs. He'd been waiting for this since the last time you'd made love.

That was a part of the difference in how he viewed you and Violet. Violet was a quick fuck, an easy release, a one and done kind of deal- if he had known your pretty little ass would've waltzed into his life, he wouldn't have touched her like that with a ten foot pole. They were similar, true buddy material, but you were the breath of fresh air he needed. The change of pace he craved. You kept him sane, while Violet ignited his instability and made him lose himself. He hated losing himself.

You reached out with your right hand, your left keeping you stable and upright while you kneeled in between his spread legs. Fire was accumulating in your tummy, your arousal twisting and enkindling your insides. You saw the appendage beneath the flimsy material of his boxers twitch, a small wet stain signalling his desperation. His cock throbbed as he waited in anticipation for you to finally make contact with his aching hard on.

You traced just around the outline of it, watching his eyes as they followed your hand going round and round his dick. He needed your hand, mouth, cunt- anything, he just needed to feel you touch him. He'd missed your touch more than anything.

'Please?' he cheekily peered up at you, biting his lip as he smirked. You rolled your eyes at him, reminding him you weren't going to give him what he wanted unless he begged. Properly.

He entertained your false sense of dominance for slightly longer, until he saw your hand nearing the dripping mess between your legs and he'd immediately decided he'd had enough of the teasing. He wasn't going to get left out of the fun.

Before you could even process the change in position, you were knocked onto your back and your hands were pinned above your head. That was fucking hot, even if you were slightly winded. If Tate wasn't situated snug and firm between your legs, you'd be rubbing your thighs together, desperately searching for friction against your clit.

'Woah,' you giggled, smiling up at Tate as he frantically kissed down your cheek to the bare skin of your neck. His hands trailed down to your parted thighs, sneakily making their way beneath the flimsy skirt that was doing little to nothing to hide your clothed mound.

He toyed with the lace of your underwear, getting back at you for the torment you put him through not moments before. He watched as you bit your lip and rolled around impatiently, wanting his fingers in your dripping folds, rubbing and soothing the ache in your pussy. He just laughed at your insatiable need, leaning closer to cover your lips with his as he finally pushed past the barrier keeping you two agonisingly apart.

‘Oh, shit-' you moaned, trying to relieve your hands from the relentless grip your sweet boyfriend currently had around your sore, red wrists. You never knew pain could feel so fucking good. The fingers of his free hand were exploring every inch of you, tentatively circling your hole before rising up to your sweet bundle of nerves. He loved watching you fall apart beneath him. It was addictive.

Smothering his fingers in the flowing essence dripping from your hole, he bought them up between the two of you as he once more parted from your plump, swollen lips. Your cheeks warmed at the pruned state of his hands, eyes entranced as you noticed the way your arousal dripped down him. He alined his fingers up to entrance of your mouth, words that didn’t need to be spoken aloud hanging off of the edge of his tongue. Your eyes widened.

‘You- you want me to—‘

‘Open.’

One word was all that needed to be said for you to scurry to fulfil his orders. You parted your lips as he requested, watching as he lowered his fingers past your opening before laying them flat against your wet muscle. ‘Suck.’

Eyes fluttering shut, you wrapped the ring of your lips around him as you tasted the manifestion of your excitement. It didn’t as taste as bad as you expected, sweet even. You laughed mentally as you recalled all the fruit you’d love to indulge yourself in when you were still alive. Must be that.

You lapped your tongue over his digits, moving your head back and forth as you took every inch of them that you could. His breathing was becoming laboured, watching you as you sucked him in as if he were a lollipop for you to feast on. He quickly removed himself from your mouth, shuffling further down the floor until his hot breath was right above where you wanted him the most. He tugged your underwear down your legs, wrapping his arms tightly around your thighs as he hurriedly dipped his head between your soft thighs.

His tongue was cold as it came in contact with you, sending you jolting as he devoured everything he could get his lips on. Your wetness smeared across the lower half of his face as he pushed his lips closer against you, taking every little drop you were giving him. Your moans and whimpers spurred him on, his greed taking over as he meticulously circled his tongue around your sweet spot. His hips had a mind of their own, pathetically rutting his cock against the basement floor as you pulled him closer by his mess of hair.

You can feel him moaning against you, the vibrations sending sparks through your sensitive area as you squealed in surprise. You tried to pull away from his ministrations, but the grip on your thighs kept you anchored to his persistent hot mouth.

Kissing down from your clit to your needy hole, he trailed his tongue around the ring of your cunt before pushing past the barrier into your dripping warmth. You cried out, unintentionally clenching around him, legs quivering as he tongue fucked your hole as if it were his dick.

Speaking of his dick, it was feeling very lonely and like it wanted in on some of the fun. Finally pulling away from between your legs, he moved forward until he was face to face with you.

‘Hi,’ you laughed, taking in his blissed out appearance. His lips and the tip of his nose glistened, his cheeks pink and pupils dilated. His hair was a poofy, untamed ball on the top of his head, showing signs of your tugging and pulling from how it had knotted together.

‘Hey, greetings and salutations,’ he smiled back, placing a firm kiss on your lips. You deepened the kiss as you wrapped your arms around the curve of his neck, your heart soaring as he enveloped your body in his arms.

The sounds of your wet lips smacking together filled the air, your mind oblivious as you lost yourself in the way his soft lips felt against yours.

‘A-ah, what-‘

You felt something prodding at your entrance, his squishy tip forcing your walls to spread around him. You gasped, feeling your insides stretch to accommodate his average size. You certainly weren’t expecting that.

Taking the opportunity as it presented itself, his tongue slithered it’s way into your mouth without a second thought, twirling around yours as you shared spit. He slid inside of you inch by inch, groaning into your mouth as he finally bottomed out. He could feel your cervix kissing his tip, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head in ecstasy. He missed this- missed you.

Supporting his weight on his palms, his arms rested against your head as he dragged his hips slowly back and forth. Usually your love making was a lot more intense, rough. It was pounding that left you sore for days with a limp in your step. But right now, you were both making up for the days you’d been without each other. Right now, you needed each other more than you needed to finish.

You could feel his balls making contact with your ass as he thrusted in and out of you, your vaginal walls stretching and tightening as he entered and left you. You feel so fucking full with him inside of you, realising how much you missed being stuffed with everything he had to give. Your juices were dripping down his cock, watching droplets of sweat gather on his forehead as he worked you both closer to your orgasm.

‘Can I hold you, please?’ you looked up at him, not missing the way his eyes clenched shut before dropping onto you like a bag of potatoes. You wrapped your arms around him, legs coming up to encompass his waist as he continued to make you both feel good.

‘I love you,’ Tate moaned, arms coming down to pull your thighs up into him, making sure you take every inch of him. ‘I love you, I love you, I love you, I love-‘

‘I love you too,’ you cry out, brain going blank as the blonde boy randomly sped up his rhythm. Every thrust of his hips had him pulling you up onto his cock, genitals rubbing together as he took everything from you that he could. Every drag of his dick inside of you, every kiss of your lips. He didn’t know what he would do if he were to lose it all again, if he lost you.

Reaching between your sweaty bodies, he circled your clit as he pounded into you harder than before. Your cunt tightened, the pressure building in your muscles becoming so much you felt ready to explode. You were going to snap, the floodgates were going to open and you were going to cum all over Tate Langdon’s cock. You looked fucked out and exhausted, your body ready to give out as you took his last few thrusts.

‘Shit, cumming-‘

Your cunt spasmed as you came undone around him, ears ringing as you writhed and squirmed in his hold. You could feel his ejaculate shooting into you, painting your walls white with his cum. He slowly fucked it into you, noting with a dozy smile how great it was he was dead and couldn’t impregnate you. Well, not likely, he soon grimaced.

After a few more slow, gentle thrusts, Tate removed his flaccid cock from your sopping hole as he turned to lay beside you. You both turned to each other at the same time, loopy smiles on both faces that neither had the energy or care to try and hide.

You finally felt whole again.

‘Are you done? It’s not just you in this basement, you know.’

Hayden’s shrill voice calls out, her tone less than pleased at the sight of you two, fucked out on the ground.

‘Jealous?’ Tate remarked, wrapping his arm around you as he pulled you into his chest. You burned red in shame at forgetting your location, which just so happened to be the hub of every single dead person in the house.

‘Fuck you.’

first attempt at smut lol, hope was okay. feedback would be appreciated! <3

Can you do 15-43-46-60 with Tate and the reader? Like Tate teasing the reader whilst she’s driving?

Tate Teasing the Reader While She Drives

15. “Wanna bet?”

43. “Does this get you hard/wet?”

46. “I’m trying to drive here!”

60. “Cum for me.”

Yo I’m sorry this took me SO long, I hope the person who requested this is still even here. :/

Summary- Fingering, handjob, careless driving, orgasm, a very cocky teenager called Tate Langdon. Words- 1.3k

for obvious reasons that include leaving the house, Tate isn’t dead

I hope you enjoy! :)

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“You’re just mad cause you know I’m better at driving than you”, you say, gathering your belongings and putting them in your purse. Tate scoffs.

“I’m far better”, he replies.

“You get distracted at everything! I can focus on the road much better than you can”.

A cheeky grin comes over Tate’s face when he hears your challenge, and he chuckles. He ties the laces to his Vans and looks at you with an amused expression.

“Wanna bet?”.

You smile at him innocently, not knowing what torture Tate has in store for you. But your competitive side would never allow somebody as cocky as Tate to have the satisfaction of winning. You had to prove him wrong, whatever he had in plan.

Once you both sat in the car, you put on your seatbelt and looked over at Tate. He closes his car door and looks at you innocently, crossing his hands on his lap. You blink at him slowly and wait for him to put on his seatbelt, which he doesn’t do. He laughs hearing your dramatic groan as you reach over to put it on for him, to which he gives you a big childish grin and you roll your eyes, then start driving.

Trying to keep your eyes on the road, you occasionally look at the unusually quiet boy in your passenger seat. Even though you didn’t know what he was planning, his suspiciously content expression and deafening silence only meant he could be up to no good. Tate turns down the Nirvana playing on the radio but doesn’t say anything. You look over at him with confused eyebrows and he pretends to not notice you looking at him. Just as you’re about to ask what he’s up to, you hear a weird sound which immediately catches your attention. You turn your head to see Tate unzipping his pants and palming himself through his underwear, looking around through the windows, like nothing’s happening. Your eyes widen as you look at him for a few seconds too long, having to quickly divert your eyes back to the road. Your lips tremble for something to say and you only just manage to get something out.

“What-? What are you-?”

“I thought you don’t get distracted?”, Tate said cockily, making you sigh, finally understanding his cheekiness earlier. Without hesitating, he takes his hardening cock out of his undies and strokes himself. You look around at the cars on the busy road you’re on and worry whether somebody else will see you. You try not to give into temptation, knowing he’s only trying to annoy you and distract you, but you can’t help but glance occasionally, trying not to stare for too long, for safety reasons. His cheeky grin gets wider when you make eye contact and he notices you biting your lip.

“Does this make you wet?”, Tate whispered seductively. He begins to rub his cock fully, clearly not caring about the cars surrounding you. You moan softly at the sight, answering his question, and grab onto the steering wheel harder. He chuckles at your determination and stops touching himself completely. You stop the whine coming from your lips, knowing this is for the better, but not denying how wet seeing him pleasure himself makes you. You slightly rub your legs together as much as you can, the underwear under your skirt getting wetter by the second. The idea of other people watching excited you in a new way you never felt before, and the adrenaline rush you had to contain made your thighs tingle. You stare straight forward, and suddenly feel Tate’s huge hand on your thigh. Though this was something he did often, you were already too aroused for him to touch you at all. You brush his hand away softly, but he quickly returns, this time gripping harder, and rubbing closer to between your legs. A soft moan escapes your lips and Tate smirks, knowing the effect he has on you. You look over at him pleadingly and he pretends to scold you.

“Eyes on the road, missy”.

Your sweaty hands don’t know what to do with themselves, rubbing up and down the steering wheel, trying to focus on anything but the minimal stimulation on your bare thigh.  Tate uses his long, slender middle finger to slide up and down directly on your underwear, making you flinch slightly. He exhales in satisfaction at how wet you feel and moves your underwear to the side. You tense your whole body, gripping the steering wheel and clenching your jaw in the process, trying to not melt between his skilled fingers. He sees this and raises an eyebrow at your silent protest. He puts his middle finger on your wet slit and slowly pushes it inside, a gasp immediately leaving your mouth.

“I’m trying to drive here!”.

“Oh, don’t worry, that doesn’t bother me”, Tate states sarcastically, pushing his finger in knuckle deep and curling it straight up. A high pitch moan escapes your lips, and with a desperate expression, you search around for a quick place to park. As you try to keep your increasingly more and more shaky legs steady, and on the pedals, Tate begins to find a rhythm and curls his long powerful finger deeper every time. You whine, trying to keep your eyes open and constantly having to stop your head from rolling back. Tate pushes in a second finger and curls them both up at a faster paster, biting his lip as he watches you try to not fall apart. He moans watching you and grabs his cock, stroking it at the same time as he curls his fingers into you. Though your pleading face stays on the road, aching for a place to stop the car, your soaking pussy clenches around Tate’s fingers, holding them inside. Tate digs around in you like he’s looking for lost treasure but as he pulls them out slightly, rubbing and trying to find your g-spot, you take one of your clammy hands off the steering wheel and push his hand in deeper, yearning to feel every inch of his long fingers.

“Needy girl”, he mocks you. “Cum for me”

He demands and curls his fingers harder and faster pushing you over the edge. You moan and completely let go, giving in to his touch and releasing your excitement all over his hand. Your mind and vision go foggy as your eyes struggle to stay open, and the one hand left on the wheel battles with the aftershock of your powerful orgasm, trying to stay still. His attack on your insides doesn’t stop, even after you release, bringing you overwhelming pleasure. You pathetically attempt to pull his hand away from you, knowing that you don’t want him to stop, but he does and rips his fingers out from you, earning a sad whine. Soon enough, your eyes light up as you find a car park to a supermarket, and you quickly park, barely making it between the lines. You finally relax, and look over at Tate, who wasted no time in using the wetness you left on his hand to pleasure himself.  You forcibly take his hand off himself and he looks at you, expecting you to replace his hand with yours. Instead, you undo your seatbelt, and open the car door.

“You’re driving home”, you step out of the car and walk around to the passenger seat. Tate awkwardly shuffles to the driver’s seat, and watches you sit beside him.

“Maybe it’s a good job, I don’t get distracted as easily”, Tate says laughing. Though he quickly stops when you look at him with a serious expression and wrap your fingers around his hard dick.

“Wanna bet?”

Could you do one of Tate on a rainy day?

Rain and Cake Wars(Tate Langdon)

summary: you and tate watch cake wars on a rainy day

no warnings, just like one bad word lol

hi! thankyou for sending in the requests, i love getting requests always! i didn’t know if you wanted smut or fluff but the request sounded like fluff so…i hope you like it :)

Your house was extra dark and gloomy today since it was rainy and cloudy outside. You liked it though. The rain comforted you and so did the lack of light. You laid in your bed listening to music, trying to drown out the noise of your parents watching tv-the volume almost at 100. As you laid in your bed with the only light source being your lava lamp, you heard a rustling noise. You look up where your lava lamp was because you couldn't see anywhere else. The noise stopped and all you could hear again was the rain pounding on your window and your music. You closed your eyes again. Then the same noise repeated. Your heart sank, you jump up from your bed and see Tate. Before you could scream from the surprise in the corner of your room, Tate put his hand over your mouth. "Shh, it's just me." Tate whispered. It's not like you were afraid of Tate, he just always manages to startle you whenever he makes an entrance. Tate lowered his hand slowly. "You know, you should really give me some kind of warning that you're here instead of creepily stumbling in from the dark." You huffed. Your heart still going 80 miles an hour. "I'm sorry.." Tate apologized. You gave sighed and gave him a hug, "Glad you're here though." Tate smiled, "So, what do you wanna do?"

You and Tate end up cuddled in your bed, watching baking shows. You liked watching these with Tate. Not only were you comforted by the rain but Tate and Cake Wars?! Nothing felt like a better day. Tate glided his thumb over your hand. It was the moments like these were you could just forget the rest of the world. "Bet you that girls gonna get out. She really fucked up when she forget to take the cake out of the oven." Tate laughed. You laughed with him. "Tell me what you do when you're not with me Tate." You said. Tate was stuck in the house 24/7 and he's not always with you so you wondered, what does the teenage blonde do?  "Well...I mingle with the other ghosts sometimes." He responded. "Like who?" You asked. "Not much of a good pick here but the most people I talk to is Moira...I play with Beau sometimes, and Nora is the sweetest to me." Tate replied. You thought about the list of people he named. Moira seemed weird, you weren't sure what they would really talk about. Beau was his brother so that's not so out of the ordinary. Nora is like a second mom to him so that's definitely not weird. 

"That's all you do?" You questioned. "Well when i'm not with you, i'm thinking about you so I guess you could say that's not the only thing I do." Tate smirked. "Also when you hear music and don't know where it's coming from, that's probably me." "I also mess with your dad sometimes...knock books off the shelf, turn the lights off and on- you know, ghost things." You laughed, now you know why your dad feels like he's crazy sometimes. You had nothing to worry about, you trusted Tate. "Hm, what an interesting ghost life you live." You smiled at Tate. He kissed you on the forehead. "No more talking, we're gonna miss who gets eliminated." Tate said. You put your attention back onto the screen. The girl Tate was sure was gonna lose, was eliminated from the show. "Told you." Tate snickered.

Environments - Tate Langdon

Tate x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of little bit abuse

Word count: 121

Summary: Tate called Y/n over to help him feel safe.

Authors Note: I don't really watch or write for AHS anymore but I wrote this a long time ago and lost the notebook so ...

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“Thanks for staying over tonight.” Tate said shyly as they entered his bedroom.

“Its no problem tate.” Y/n smiled over at him. He and his mother had gotten into a rather large fight and he didn’t want to stay alone.

Tate nodded and shrugged. “Its not exactly the best environment.”

Y/n smiled over at him. “Tate, its fine. I’m just happy to get to spend time with you.”

Tate smiled and grabbed her hand. “Come on, I’ll let you borrow a shirt to sleep in.”

“Thank you.” Y/n blushed following after him.

Once that was settled they both climbed into his bed to sleep for the night.

“Goodnight, Y/n.” Tate whispered.

“Goodnight, Tate.” Y/n whispered back

Creepy - Tate Langdon

Tate x Fem!reader

Warnings: none 

Word count: 105

Authors Note: Very short but I thought it was a cute short one.

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“You know, I’ve told you many times watching me is creepy. I get your stuck in this huge and all but still.” Y/n said not even looking up at the boy in her room.

“Sorry.” Tate shuffled awkwardly.

“What's wrong?” Y/n asked looking at him when she heard his response. Very un Tate like.

“Do you care? I could just leave like you want.” Tate scoffed not believing that she really wanted to know.

“I said it’s creepy, I’m not heartless. What happened?” Y/n patted the spot beside her, inviting him to sit by her and tell her what was bothering him.

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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.

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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.”

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Can we request more?? Just asking.... THAT WAS FRIKKING AMAZING❤️✨🤩

Hi! I love your writing, can you please do how your first fight with the boys from AHS please? Like the reason why you fight and whatever else you think would be good? Thanks xx

troubled lovers//the ahs boys

pairings; fem reader with tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer, jimmy darling, james patrick march, tristan duffy, dandy mott, rudolph valentino, and michael langdon.

rating; potentially pg13

warnings; mentions of murder, alcohol abuse, drug use, and slight harsh language

tate langdon;

• It was you suddenly remembering what he did. And those horrible memories made you terribly uncomfortable whenever the thought of them happening again crept in. You forced yourself to interrogate him and ask why he did what he did

• Hates screaming, hates shouting, hates the whole lot

• He’ll get so frustrated to the point he’s tempted to rip his own hair own

• Passes out in you’re arms from the exhaustion of crying

• He makes himself psychically ill seeing as he cries way too hard and simply won’t stop

kit walker;

• I hope you’re expecting him apologising to you every other second of the day, because that’s just what the poor love does

• His Mom and Dad never got along when he was a kid, so he always feared raising his voice to anyone growing up

• You began to rant about something that was completely out of Kit’s control. His work hours. You felt like you never got to see him anymore and it finally pushed you over the edge

• He can’t help but defend himself in this situation. It’s something he can only try to fix but there’s no promising that he can convince his boss to stop the night shifts completely

• Even if it’s a screaming match, Kit REFUSES to say anything rude about you’re image, how you are, and you in general

kyle spencer;

• Kyle is terrified of fighting with anyone. He hates the atmosphere after all those horrible harsh words are said

• You grew tired of Kyle refusing to do anything he isn’t fond of doing. Not anything major, but more like things that a person simply just needs to get through in life. If it was something extreme he didn’t like, obviously you know there’s boundaries

• He can’t go to sleep until he knows you’re not mad at him anymore

• You feel like slapping yourself the minute you see tears trickling down his cheeks

• Lots of hugs and kisses after everything’s okay again

jimmy darling;

• You can’t put up with his non stop drinking. You practically stay up all night worried sick when he hasn’t arrived back home safe

• You’re so pissed if he’s that drunk he can’t leave his trailer because he’s unable to step away from the toilet without vomiting five minutes afterwards

• Even if it’s one little snide comment, if Jimmy feels anything is directed at him, he’s the one to turn it into a full blown argument

• He’d never put his hands on you. Hell no. But Jimmy tends to say a lot of things he ends up regretting

• You kick him out the trailer for about a day or two and that’s enough to make him grovel on his knees for you

james patrick march;

• He finally snapped after you admitted that you would still like to be alive as of now, and didn’t like the fact that James wanted you to take you’re life so you could be with him in the Cortez. You just weren’t ready yet

• If you flinch in any sort of way during the argument, the temptation of bursting into tears hits James hard

• He could never allow himself to put his hands on you in the wrong sort of way. Let alone leave any marks. He may have been a man who had good skills when it came to narcissism and manipulation, but he simply would never bring himself to hit a woman

• You storm off to bed, leaving James just sat there, slowly sipping on whatever beverage he currently had. And when he finally thought about what had just happened, he’d begin to sob with his head in his hands

• He’d come running back to you, apologising a million times. He knows you’ll always be loyal to him. So all you do is tell James that when the right time comes around, you’ll take you’re last breath in the Cortez, and spend the rest of eternity with you’re beloved

tristan duffy;

• He got real pissed at you when he finally noticed how close you were being with the rest of the male ghosts at the hotel. You yourself knew that it would annoy him, but you didn’t care. You felt so greedy when it came to the other men that roamed the halls of the Cortez. And unfortunately, Tristan was the one to suffer from it

• Whatever you do, don’t make ANY insensitive comments about him and his past drug use. It deeply hurts him inside and makes him feel like a total waste of space

• He sees the influence these other guys have on you, to the point it begins to terrify him

• Tristan loves you and everything you do. He truly admires you, and the thought of losing you to some sad fucker like Donovan makes him go crazy

• You realise that in the end, you were just being a total bitch. And you hated the fact that it took Tristan to eventually hit breaking point for you to see that

dandy mott;

• Y’all, it’s Dandy. THE MFN KING OF ARGUMENTS FOR GOD SAKE

• He isn’t satisfied when you tell him that you’re going out with you’re friends for the night. In fact, he knows how bored he’ll be, and he simply won’t allow it

• Literally begs you not to leave and swears he’ll take you out somewhere fancy, just don’t leave him by himself at all..

• He kicks up a stink and rants, and rants, AND RANTS..

• You grow tired of this so instead of leaving to stop him hurting you’re ears, you just take him out for ice cream lol

rudolph valentino;

• You guys NEVER fight. Like never fr. Never have, never will!

michael langdon;

• You try not to start a fight with Michael seeing as his past was a bit fucked up, but you’re the kind of girl who takes no one’s shit 💀

• You were really close with some of the witches, and after finding out Michael killed half of them? UH UH..

• You don’t wanna be like Constance here but you feel he NEEDS to know the kind of shit he’s done. Like you won’t stand for it at all. You couldn’t care less if you’re boyfriend was the Antichrist..

• You’re even more upset at him that this has rocked the boat with the rest of the witches and you’re the one they all keep throwing these comments at. Michael knew better than to put this on you..

• He tries to keep you out of the situation and knows he can’t hurt you. Even if one bit of anger is tempting enough for him to put you in any sort of danger, he can’t. Not you. You could be angry at him for all eternity and he’d still be madly in love with you. His people were annoyed by the fact that even the Antichrist could fall in love, he wasn’t supposed to, but this was the one thing Michael couldn’t control

I taste the night on your lips

Ben Harmon x Male Reader

Warning: Smut

Request- AHS: - Ben Harmon x Male Reader smut: You live across from the Harmons & take a liking to Ben. One day you catch him wanking in his bedroom, which leads to smut.

You just moved into the neighborhood about two months ago. And you have met Ben Harmon and his wife Vivien. They did invite you for dinner two weeks ago and everything went well.

You and Ben would see each other often but mostly have a small conversation. You would always check him out but you never notice when he is checking you out.

While living close to them you developed a crush on him. You really want to be with him but you don't act on your feelings.

You are cleaning the attic, the family that used to live there left an old telescope. You clean it and you look through it. You see Been and Vivien arguing and the argument is heated.

”Damn, wish I can hear what they are saying,” You said to yourself.

You keep watching them, Vivien stormed out of the house. You watch Ben and he rubs his temples. You were going to stop spying on him but what he is doing caught your interest.

He turns on his laptop and he goes on a gay porn site. He pulls down his pants and grabbed the lotion, it's starting to turn you on. He pressed play on the video and he begins to stroke his cock. You licked your lips and just keep watching him jerking off.

Now, you touch your cock and you take it out. You start to jerk off then Ben takes off his shirt.

”Fuck he is hot,” You said.

You start to jerk off and you licked your lips. You always thought about how big his cock is, now you can see his wide cock. Ben moans and he watches another video, suddenly he looks out the window and he noticed you. And you freaked out and left. Ben goes back to jerking off and watching gay porn and you go to the bathroom to jerk off.

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You went to get your mail and Vivien walked towards you.

”Y/N, I need to ask for a favor,” Vivien said.

”Yeah sure, what is it,” You said.

”Can you Ben move some heavy items around the house. I can't help because I have to go help my sister. You can go over right now and help him” Vivien said.

You were speechless and you started to stutter.

”Yeah...?” You said unsure.

”Great! You can go over now because I really have to go” Vivien said.

You just nod and watched her drive away. Your heart starts to race and you walked towards the house. The door is open and you walked inside and you walked upstairs.

You hear Ben moaning and you get closer to the bedroom.

”Sorry!” You said.

You look away and he doesn't cover his cock.

”I know you saw me jerk off,” Ben said.

”Yeah, about that I’m sorry,” You said.

You avoid his eyes and he is still jerking off.

”I know you want to suck it,” Ben said.

You walked towards him and you get down on your knees.

”What about your wife?” You asked.

”This will be our secret,” Ben said.

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You are sucking his cock and he lets out a moan. He starts to push your head down and he moans again. He takes off his shirt and he doesn't stop positing your head down.

”Keep going. My cock looks better in your mouth” Ben moans.

You wrap your hand on his cock, your hand starts going up and down fast. You start to suck on his balls hard and he helped you take off your shirt. You suck his cock again and he does have hair but it's trimmed. His wide cock gets hard in your mouth and you suck his cock hard.

”Get on the bed,” Ben said.

You and Ben stand up at the same time, he pulled you closer to him. He starts to kiss you and you unzip your jeans. You feel his hands on your ass and he starts to squeeze hard. You take off your jeans and he starts to stroke your cock while kissing your neck.

”Ben” You moan.

He goes down on his knees and he starts to lick your cock. His wide tongue goes all over your cock. Now, he starts to suck your cock and you moan loud. Your fingers run through his hair and he starts to deep throat your cock. He starts to lick your cock up and down fast.

He stands up and he pushed onto the bed. He gets on top of you and you start to kiss him. He starts to grind his cock on your cock and he starts to leave huge hickeys on your neck.

”Ben... Fuck me” You moan.

”Let’s see if you can handle it,” Ben said.

You smirked at him and he kisses you one more time. You suck on his bottom lip. Ben gets up and grabbed the lube and he pours a lot on his cock. He starts to jerk off and you do the same jerk off.

”What about your wife?” You asked.

”We have enough time and the drive to her sister is six hours. I have you all to myself” Ben said.

Ben harshly made you get on your knees and hands. He grabbed your ass very hard and his tongue moves faster in your hole and you start to moan. Then he licks down to your balls and sucks on it. He rams his cock inside you and you grab the bedsheets hard. He slapped your ass very hard on both sides. He pulled your hair harshly.

”I will punish you for watching me jerk off,” Ben said.

His thrusts are rough and you moan very loud. His body is coated in sweat, his cock goes much deeper in you. He pulled you closer to him and his hand is around your neck and he thrusts roughly again. He starts to choke you and you like it. You start to jerk off and he chokes your harder.

”Ben!” You moaned.

He starts to pinch your nipples and he pushed you down to the bed. He sits in the chair

”Come here,” Ben said.

You get off the bed and go to him. You kiss him, you go down kissing his neck then down to his chest. You get on top and again you try to adjust to his size. Ben is thrusting hard again and he wraps his hand around your neck. He starts to choke you and you start to jerk off. His cock thrust in and out fast and hard.

”You are mine!” Ben growled.

” It's been a while since you fucked, haven't you?” You asked.

”Yes! Too long!” Ben moans.

You start to kiss him and his hands are on your ass. Next, you are bending over on the bed and he keeps fucking you hard. You and Ben sweat more and he moans loud.

You are lying on the bed and Ben pulled you closer to him. You are still on the edge of the bed and your legs are on his chest. He is stroking your cock while he is fucking you. Suddenly, his cell phone starts to ring and it's his wife. He picks up and you almost moaned aloud.

”Everything is fine,” Ben said to Vivien.

He makes you suck in his fingers. He pushes his fingers deeper in and you don't stop sucking his fingers.

”Just make it safe and stay for the weekend if you want,” Ben said.

He smirked at you and he hangs up. He removed his fingers out of your mouth. He puts your legs down and his hands roam your chest.

”We have all weekend” Ben smirked.

”Good to know. I need to cum” You said.

”Not yet,” Ben said.

He bends down and his cock is buried deep inside you. He starts to kiss and you hold him tight. He moans louder and he makes an ’O’ face when he cums inside you. Then he starts taking out his cock and he starts to jerk off. He cums on your chest and face then you cum start to cum.

”Good you are here all weekend. I haven't had sex in seven months” Ben said.

”I’m happy I can help and again later. Let’s shower together” Ben said.

”Give me a minute,” You said.

Later, you and Ben showered together and ate take-out food.

For the last three weeks, you and Ben started having an affair. Vivien has no idea, Ben would go to your place or you got to his place. Sometimes you have sex in his car or somewhere else.

Don't You Know I Love You?

Pairing: Misty Day x Reader

Word Count: ~ 1,162

Summary: After you sustain an ankle injury, Misty decides to heal it for you. In the process, some hidden feelings surface, changing your relationship with Misty for the better. (This summary is kinda bad, but I promise the writing is better lol)

Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff, Happy Ending

I envisioned a female reader as I wrote this, but there's nothing to stop a male / non binary / genderfluid person from feeling the love!

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first writing, and constructive criticism is welcome. Feel free to request, all I ask is that you have an idea of what you want. We can come up with something together if you're not too sure, no worries! As always, comments and feedback are much appreciated. I hope you enjoy! 😁

SPECIAL THANKS: I want to thank @imagines4thepeeps for encouraging me to post this and showing me the ropes!

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"Misty, it's just a little sprain! Nothin' to get all bent outta shape over." You laugh incredulously, rolling your eyes at her. "You got hurt, and I'm not gonna just let you be in pain for no reason. Now just sit there and look pretty while I find the right spell." She replies, matter-of-factly. Arguing with Misty never seemed to go anyone's way except hers; she has a funny way of always sounding right and logical. So, you do what she said to. 

The soft hum of a Fleetwood Mac song moseys into the room, filling your ears with the sweet melody, making everything peaceful. You look around the room for something to occupy your mind, while she sifts through her book in the adjacent room; your attention is momentarily captured by the glass of sweet tea she brought you earlier, the condensation slowly dripping down it. As strange as it sounds, sitting there looking at the glass, you feel something swell within your chest. You love her. You'd known for a long time, and you'd had to come to terms with your feelings. The way she was just so gentle and good, never meaning harm or having wicked intentions like so many others you'd encountered before. She was perfect and pure, and you wanted nothing more than to protect and cherish her forever. 

And in your dreams, you did. They were wonderful, pleasant fantasies; they felt like that rush of warm summer air you feel as you step outside, into the sun. Or like the smell of sweet lavender as you ride your bike down the streets, feeling the light drizzle of cool water from your neighbors watering their gardens. It was warm and safe, and you never wanted to leave that place. But sadly, your reality is far different than that paradise. 

The sound of her voice calling to you pulls you from your thoughts. "--you alright? You were in your own little world there for a bit." She smiles, looking down at you. You can't help but do the same, the look on her face making your heart speed up. Whenever she paid you any attention -- however small it might be -- you were giddy. "Yeah, I'm good." You tell her, and you feel your walls begin to rise back up. "D'you find the incantation?" Her eyes analyze you for a moment before she answers you. "Sure did, sweet thang. I just need ya ta' sit up for me. Here--" she says, reaching out a hand. You take it, and she eases you up, before helping you lean back on the couch; she crouches at your feet. "Ya know Mist, I didn't injure my whole body... you're treatin' me like I'm fragile." Without missing a beat, she says, "Well you are, Y/N. That's why I love ya so much."

 Her words nearly knock the wind from your lungs. She loves you? Surely not like that. The way she said it so freely, so unafraid; those same words that you've been repeating to yourself for months, like a mantra, trying to find the right way to confess. And here she is, so gorgeous in the lazy, fading sunlight, simultaneously calming you down and making you nervous as hell. She quickly furrows her brow, looking up at you from her crouched position in front of you. Mustering up all the courage that you possess, you say, "I need to show you something." She just nods, reassuring you that she understands. You tenderly take her hand within your own, creating the physical bond required to show her your world. She gazes into your eyes, growing serious and curious all at once. "Show me, darlin'." 

With that, you begin. Warmth and radiance fills your senses, the dazzling aromas and sights following suit. You allow her to experience everything you feel when you see her; the giddiness, the excitement, the pleasure. It's unexplainable, but you manage to show her all of it; how protective you feel of her, how precious she is to you, all the things you never knew how to tell her on your own. Then, you let her in on some memories -- the main one being the first time you realized you love her. After that, you slowly release the bond, letting her get prepared for the juxtaposition of realities. Something drips down your cheek as you open your eyes; it’s a tear, and you wipe it away before she can see it. Her eyes stay closed for what feels like an eternity, causing you to sink down into the cushion and prepare for the worst. 

“Well... there ya go.” You let out a singular, nervous chuckle, before looking down and biting your lip. There was no way you could look her in the eyes as she rejected you. You sneak a glance at her, and find her eyes open; she has a gorgeous, awestruck look on her face. “That was beautiful.” She utters, sounding breathless. “I’ve never felt so accepted and loved before... why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You raise your head, meeting her gaze. “I was afraid. I mean, you’re so you and I’m just me. I could never measure up.” Instead of wasting oxygen on telling you all the reasons you’re wrong and she’s right, she leans forward and kisses you. 

It’s sweet and gentle, just like her, but it holds so much passion that you know you’d swoon if you were standing up. Her left hand cradles your head, and she moves to deepen the embrace. A few more alluring kisses later, you pull away and lean your forehead against hers and smile. “God, I never even imagined that this could happen. I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You confess, feeling the weight lift off of your chest. “Me too, sugar.” She starts, pulling away further to look in your eyes. “Ever since that cookout we had months ago.” Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. “Really? That was only, like, the third time we’d seen each other.” She shrugged in her nonchalant way, saying, “It was enough for me. Part of me knew as soon as I met you. Another one of my traits, I guess. I felt a little pang of something when we first introduced ourselves... I just couldn’t tell what it meant at the time. But it’s clear now.” She says, running her fingers through some of your hair. “I love you so much. Almost as much as Stevie.” She whispers the last part in your ear, rolling forward and climbing beside you on the sofa. You gasp, shocked by her words. “I’m honored.” Your lips find hers, already accustomed to them. “I love you, too. I think we’ve established that, though.” She laughs loudly, and your heart soars. With your ankle forgotten about, the two of you spend the rest of the night together, tangled in each others arms, dizzy with excitement for the future.