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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
Crying -Tate Langdon
Tate x Fem!reader
Warnings: mentions of his mothers abuse
Word count: 281
Summary: Tates mom can be an asshole, but Y/n can comfort him.
Authors Note: Again this is one of the ones that got lost in my room. Very short and not my best writing. But I did write it years ago and just found it. I’d say I’ve gotten way better.
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“Hello? Is anyone home?” Y/n called out as she entered the house.
“Tate? -Oh my god, Tate!” She rushed towards him once she saw him laying on the floor in the bathroom.
“Are you ok? Whats wrong?” Y/n questioned noticing tate wince when she tried to help him. “Come on lets get you out of here and dry, okay? Sound like a plan?” Once he nodded giving her the ok she needed herself.
“Okay, come on lets go.” After helping him up and dry off Y/n had him go into his room and sit down on his bed. “Now tell me what happened.” She asked softly.
“My m-mom” Tate stuttered out shoulder shaking.
“Oh Tate.” Y/n rubbed his back for comfort.
“She- she got mad a-at m-me.” he continued
“For what Tate?” she asked
“F-for going t-to the attic.” Tate whimphered
“Tate” Y/n gasped very lightly. That was ridiculous.
“T-then she…” Tate tried but seemed to get lost in the memory.
“Then she what Tate? What’d she do?” Y/n asked in a soft voice hoping to calm his nerves enough for him to speak.
“She, she just wouldn’t stop h-hitting me. She did it over and over again. Then she threw a glass vase at my head.” he explained and while he did Y/n saw tears stream down his cheeks.
“Oh Tate, I-I’m sorry.” Y/n spoke gently as she pulled him into her arms rocking him. “I’m not leaving you tonight, ok?”
“Y/n...” Tate spoke quietly
“Yeah?” She listened carefully, giving him all of her attention.
“Thanks” he said as he wrapped his arms around her torso.
“No problem.” Y/n nodded
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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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Michael ‘Sugar Daddy’ Langdon - Headcannon
HEAD CANNONS FOR MICHAEL AS YOUR SUGAR DADDY
Older!Michael
(Gif by your-king-cody-fern)
We all know MICHAEL would be one incredible Sugar Daddy and boy would he treat you like his Queen! But it CANNOT just be for sex. Michael would have ZERO interest in anyone who wants to use him like that, he’s all about the connection and your relationship is more of a deep friendship with many perks. While he’d be more than willing to have sex, just having someone who is willing to shower him in attention and care for his wellbeing would do it for him. Michael would get just as much out of you watching a movie with him on the sofa, or making him a home cooked meal as he would from your night time activities.
At first he’d be all confused though. ‘How does this work?’ Every time you showed him kindness or just did something for him he’d be reaching for his wallet and you’d have to tell him firmly that you aren’t an escort or something and it’s not necessary for every little thing. He’d get all flustered apologising over and over as he tries to understand how to work this new dynamic between you. You kiss his cheek and forgive him, but there’d still be a one page apology note through your letter box the next day.
Look at Michael’s taste - he likes luxury and expense, and once he’s running the Cooperative there is nothing you can’t have. He’d spoil you rotten with the most expensive gifts he could find, take you to the nicest restaurants and on the holidays. Michael would give you the world on a platter if you asked for it, and sometimes he likes to joke that he cause the apocalypse for that very reason.
Speaking of his sense of luxury and style, Michael would be 100% up for buying you an entire new wardrobe to match his own. He’d drag you from shop to shop picking out leather, velvet and lace demanding to see you try on every piece for his verdict, before he bought them. You’d have to insist you had enough to get him to stop. No matter how you hide it though, a thrill goes through you every time you see his approving smirk when you appear in one of the outfits he bought you.
He’d want you on his arm everywhere he went and flaunt you in front of everyone he meets. He’d love watching Jeff and Mutt’s eyes pop out of their skulls when you two show up to a Gala event for the Cooperative, you dressed like hellfire, matching him perfectly. ’She’s all mine’ he’d say, smugness radiating off him.
There’s absolutely NO braiding his hair, but running your fingers through it is a great way to earn some extra.
If you’re having a rough time, Michael would just be able to pick up on it. He’d give you a good cuddle, open Deliveroo and tell you order whatever you like, giving you the sky remote to pick out a movie. He has to make sure his Sugar Baby is feeling better.
He’d start to catch feelings VERY QUICKLY though and withdraws a little, confused about how to go about advancing your relationship. Sometimes he draws back on the amount of money he’s giving you, trying to test if you genuinely want him for more than just his money and Antichrist title, and other times he’s nearly handing you his black American Express card. He’d be terrified of losing what he has with you and swallows down his desire for more, preferring what he has than nothing at all.
After the apocalypse Michael gives you one of the best rooms at the Sanctuary, right next to his own suite. Though let’s be honest, you spend most of your time in his room. He forbids from taking you to Outpost 3 though, his baby is much too good for the leftover rodents and he sees that you’re taken care of while he’s out interviewing the others.
What was Michael doing on his laptop before Venable and Mead came in? Skipping you. Filling you in on how well the poison apples plan you hatched together went. He was about to turn up the heat when they arrived. Perhaps if he hadn’t been randy AF before they interrupted he wouldn’t have killed Venable?
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Michael wouldn’t ever push you into anything sexual unless you were 100% down for it. He’s a sweet dom most of the time, asking if his baby wants him as badly as he does while tying your hands together above your head.
Nothing gets him harder than when you’re on your knees in front of him, looking up and waiting for his command.
Mr Langdon.
HIS PRAISE KINK! Oh my it’s at an all time high when you lavish him with compliments, tell him how well he’s doing and that no one can take you or get as deep as he can.
WHO’S YOUR DADDY? He’d edge you till you were an absolute mess just chanting his name over and over again. Only when you’ve finally reached a volume that satisfies him would he finally let you cum.
His libido is at an all time high! Michael’s up for it whenever and wherever you want - his office at The Cooperative, alleyways, the mile high club, even once in the back of an highly bribed Uber.
UNDERWEAR. You let Michael choose it all for you. He adores you in red and black little outfits, but nothing gets him going like a little white lacy pair. Michael’s mouth is dropping open as you stand before him in that lily white lingerie set, perhaps if you really want to go for it you don a pair of wings too - ‘Come on Mr Langdon, ruin me.’ He wouldn’t stop till he’s stained every part of the fabric with his cum, sweat and even a little blood if you’re ready for that.
He lost his MIND that time you showed up at Kineros Robotics asking to see him with a delivery. He’d let you through at once, despite what security has to say and once you’re inside his office he locks the door, ‘you know I don’t mix my work with my pleasure, baby.’ You’d be full of fake apologies, slithering over to him and depositing yourself in his lap at his desk. ‘I’m sorry, Mr Langdon. I missed you taking care of me. Will you do it for me now?’ He’d be unbuttoning his trousers in a heartbeat, cancelling all his meetings for the day to keep you in his office. He’d have you sit on his lap, his cock buried inside you while he worked, staying rock hard as you worm round in his lap trying to get off. Michael would tap you on the cheek, ‘I’m concentrating, baby. You showed up here and daddy’s got to work.’ You’d be so frustrated, wriggling and panting till FINALLY he lets you bounce up and down, shoving you down on his cock. ‘So full of little moans, you can be full of something else instead.’