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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?”

I want him

head empty, no thoughts except ones about making out w/ tate langdon.

tate likes kissing. if there’s one thing that’s obvious, it’s that. he likes when either of you is pushed up against the wall or laid onto of the other or - his favorite - when you’re straddling his lap.

he liked your lips on his, tasting of whatever flavored chapstick you kept on your nightstand, leaving him completely breathless against you. you ate every pant, every moan, and every whine that came ever out of his mouth.

don’t even get me started on the noises he’d make when you’d pull at his curls or bite down and tug at his bottom lip. tate would be like putty in your hands.

anyway i wanna watch him fall apart beneath me, thank you for coming to my ted talk

Are You Afraid Of Anything - Tate Langdon

Tate Langdon x Fem!reader

Warnings:  none

Word count:  584

Summary: You come home and Tate thought you left the house permitted only to find out you just went to school you both start talking because he wants to get to know you

Authors Note: “I thought you weren’t afraid of anything” American Horror Story Season 1 (Murder House), so this is based off of this line Tate says. I just started the show, so be nice it's my first AHS imagine. y/f/s - Your/Favorite/Soda

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I was so delighted when I unlocked my door. All I could think about at school was coming home, avoiding homework and talking to my new found ghostly friend Tate. I have been living at the famous Murder House for about 2 and a half months. Tate told me everything he did after 3 weeks after moving in. He didn’t know what he was doing because he did cocaine, he was getting back at his mom, plus you can tell he regrets and feels bad about it. I didn’t care about his past I care about now.

“Where were you?” Tate asked coming up behind me in the kitchen wrapping his arms securely around my torso. I closed the fridge after grabbing a can of y/f/s. I turned in his arms looking at him with adoration.

“The horrible hell hole they call school” I chuckled before looking at his face more closely. I could tell he was a combination of fearful, scared, and alarmed. I could tell something was off with him. Then it clicked he thought I wasn’t coming back. His eyes had terms starting to form in them.

“Hey, hey, hey, school is mandatory.As much as I don’t like going I have to, but I wouldn’t just up and leave you. Ok?” I stated cupping his face in between y hands, using my thumbs rubbing lightly back and forth on his cheekbones. I couldn’t be anymore fond of this boy. “Come on, lets go hang out in our room.” grabbing his hand and tugging him along with me up the stairs.

I like to refer to it as ‘our’ room when it’s just us because it was his first.

Once we got to our room I shut the door. Then he was the one pulling me. He jerked me over towards my bed and yanked me down on top of him. We started laughing really hard. Once the laughing died down we ended up just gazing into each others eyes I love his deep brown eyes, they are the most captivating brown eyes I’ve ever seen.

We sat criss-cross from each other on the bed, he started fiddling with my hands.

“Are you afraid of anything?” he asked out of the blue. I thought about it for a moment I’m not afraid of much but I’m not gonna rule out everything.

“I wouldn’t say I’m not afraid of anything but I am not afraid of most things.” I responded looking up from our hands. There isn’t much that I think we haven’t told each other. He’s like my only real friend, people suck.

“I will protect you from everything. Even when your not afraid of whatever's there. Promise.” he proclaimed nonchalantly.

“Your so full of shit” I mumbled looking down again. But he extended his hand up and lifted my chin up to get me to look him in the eyes.

“No, no I promise. I’m serious,I promise nothing will get you as long as I’m around. I mean it.” he stated looking me in the eyes sternly so I know he’s telling me the honest truth.

After that you nodded ‘yes’ understanding what he meant and said. After that he ushered me to lay down with him. He opened his leg’s and I layed down laying against his chest. Our legs tangled together and his arms enveloping me in his warmth with love and care.

We eventually fell asleep like that, after moving the comforter around us.

4am Cuddles - Tate Langdon

Tate Langdon x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 331

Summary: “You came into my room at 4am to cuddle?”

Authors Note: AHS Murder House, reader lives in murder house 

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I was having a hard time sleeping tonight I didn’t know why. I don’t have school tomorrow. But not being able to sleep is awful. I have a movie running on my t.v., but it seems even that wouldn’t work I have pushed play on the menu 3 times already. I wasn't facing it anymore. I have my back turned to it.

“I picked up my phone to check the time. 4:00 a.m. it read. Seriously, the sun will rise in less than an hour. I put my phone back on my nightstand.

I moved my blankets up and adjusted my pillow.

I started to feel like I was starting to fall asleep. But I felt the bed dip down behind me. Which made me alert.

When I felt arms wrap around my middle I quickly turned my head to see who it was.

When I noticed it was Tate I untensed.

He chuckled before nuzzling his head into my neck. Before he started kissing my neck.

“Sorry if I scared you” he said mumbled into my neck. Stroking my abdomen.

“You didn’t scare me. Just startled me. You know it’s 4 in the morning right?” I said leaning into him.

“Yeah but I saw you couldn’t sleep and I am in the mood for cuddles.” he snuggled closer to me, kissing my shoulder

“So, you came into my room at 4 am to cuddle?” I asked him giggling.

“Hmmhm” he responded. I could feel him smiling

“Your staying home right?” he brought his head up and rested his chin on my shoulder

“Yeah, I have the day off from school. Why?” I turned in his embrace, cuddling into his chest.

“Because we are going to sleep in. And when everyone's gone we’ll make breakfast together.” he stated tightening his arms around me, resting his head on mine.

“That sounds great.” I cuddled into him more, if possible. Not long after that I fell asleep in his arms.

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by @chloe-skywalker​

* = Requested

Tate Langdon:

~ Are You Afraid Of Anything

~ 4am cuddles

~ Environments

~ Your A Ghost

~ Mulitple

~ Creepy

~ Crying

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

Your A Ghost - Tate Langdon

Tate x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 147

Authors Note: Just a short mini imagine I don't really watch the show anymore but I wrote this a long time ago.

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“You have school tomorrow. Get. In. Bed!” Tate spoke trying to be stern but Y/n just laughed him off.

“Why do you care? Your a ghost.” Y/n stated turning to look at the blonde haired boy, standing in her room with his arms crossed.

Tate sighed in irritation. “I don't, but I do want you to get your ass in bed so we can snuggle.”

“Fine. Fine.” Y/n raised her hands in defeat. “This better?” She asked sarcastically as she got comfortable in her bed with Tate snuggled up behind her being the big spoon.

“Hmmmm hmmmm” he hummed very satisfied.

“You know I need to sleep right?” Y/n scoffed as Tate just kept nudging her with his head.

“Yeah, sadly.” Tate grumbled.

Y/n laughed at his actions. “Night, Tate.”

“Night, Y/n.” he sighed with a huge smile on his face.

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.”

Taglist: @padawancat97

hi can I request a " how the Evans masturbate" especially Kai Anderson please? thank you ☺️

Ou okay imma try this! hope you like it babyyy

How the Evans Masturbate:

Evan Peters:

I feel like he doesn’t typically touch himself, but when he does, it’s just pretty mellow. Like he kinda sits down and realizes his boner isn’t going away so he handles it quickly. 

Tate Langdon: 

Dont get me started, he whines, whimpers, moans, and is really horny. He tends to moan out the word mommy or momma quit a few times. Its quite cute if you take away the fact that hes jerking off idk.

Kit Walker: 

He doesnt have to touch himself, but the few times he does, hes in bed under the blanket and moving as he would in his wife and thats all he thinks about. I feel like he moans as low and as little as possible. There’s no way you can convince me otherwise. 

James March:

He doesnt. He just fucking doesn’t. I dont care what anyone says to me, this man has women dying to fuck him, literally. (Ms. Evers Im looking at you.) But yeah, he doesnt do it. He sees it as stupid when he can just seduce any woman in the hotel.

Kai Anderson: 

Not that much tbh, I feel like he does it for humiliation, to prove a point, to spill his cum on someone, or if he’s 100% sure no one would walk in and catch him being needy. He doesn’t need to though because men and women in his shithole cult are willing to give it all to him. (Meadow.) 

Alex (Adult world):

He doesn’t. After working in a porn shop he kinda mastered not doing anything and letting it go away naturally idk. But if he did it would be mutual with his gf tbh.

Peter Maximoff:

yes. thats all imma say. with his partner, in the shower, in his room, in the bathroom, in their room, without his partner. it doesnt matter, hes gonna do it tbh hes loud too.