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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

IM DOING REQUESTSSS idk I just need motivation qnd requests will do that. I'll write for marvel, characters, horror characters, American horror stories, Evan Peters, kpop, music industry, Oc's, some celebs, shows ect. Idrc. I'll write any fetishism/kink aside from children smut, pedophilia, bestialidad, skat. I don't mind mixing worlds. I don't watch DC so it'd suck ass but I'd write it if you want. I can do preferences ect. But yeah no age play, Unless you want a little space character but if that's the case no smut. I don't mind doing (his name/her name) I'll do bxb gig bxg bxbxb bxgxg bxgxb gxbxg gnxbxgxg idgaf wht u want if im honest! Oneshots or twoshots. Angst? sure. Smut? hell yeah. Death? I gotchu boo. like literally ask and I'll write anything except what was mentioned. If yall want he to throw up on the dick she can. Want him to cut her titty implants out while they fuck? I gotchuuuu. But I just wanna do request so yeah. Fanfiction or originals idc bestie. Ill I'll ethnic, black, white, mixed, Asian, I'll I'll do research on the culture! just give me a chance Tumblr 😢

hmm how bout a smut request of either tate w/ a mommy kink and being super clingy/needy, or toxic make up s3x with Kai Anderson

How about both?

“Please?” Tate Langdon x FEM! Reader

warnings: Clingy, Mommy kink, bottom Tate, Dom Fem., Oral (Both), begging

“Babe” I looked over at the boy laying on my bed with a smile. “Yes Tate?” he whined and sprawled out on the bed like a cat, “I want you...” I eyed him suspiciously, “why?” He rolled his eyes at me and huffed out a whine again before mumbling nevermind. I chuckled and turned back around to finish putting my jewelry up only to be stopped by a whiny moan. I turn around and look at the blonde laying on my bed grinding into it ever so softly. “M-mommy, I need you. Please?” I stopped and sat by him on the bed resting my hand on his back. “You know you could’ve asked babyboy” He whimpered out a few noises and then replied, “I did, but you asked why.” I smiled, “I’m sorry my little prince.” His hips had completely stopped by now making me frown. “Keep going.” He shook his head no and moved over to his head laid on my thighs, one of his hands pawing on my breast like a cat to a blanket. “Mommy, I need YOU to touch me.” His lips forming a gentle pout making me coo at his absolute cuteness. One of my hands played with his hair massaging his scalp, while the other traveled down his boy slightly playing with his nipple before going down to the waistband of his jeans. “My needy, cute, babyboy.” My hand still stuck between his little curls as  I leaned down and kissed his lips, working to undo his pants and then removing them for him. I pulled away from the kiss and laid my hand over his dick and started slightly caressing him drawing soft moans from his parted lips. “Mommy I want you on me, please” I smiled and let go of him so he could move to lay down. Whilst he busied himself with getting comfortable and naked, I slid off my shirt and pants, I had the tendency to not wear bras when at home, so I was in only my black panties. “M-momma you look so good, please just touch me” I was reminded of the scenery as he moaned at for me making grabby hands. I know just how he is; he didn’t want sex. No, he wanted me to make love to him, treat him gentle and hold him, and that exactly what I am going to do. I laid by him before rolling onto him, his very prominent hard on pushing against my clothed pussy. “Momm-” I cut him off pressing my lips into his in a very loving and passionate way, my hands trailing his to hold them above his head, interlacing them. I pulled back, only one hand moving to strip myself of my underwear before grabbing his hard dick lining him up at my dripping hole. “Are you ready love” He quickly nodded, I loved him so much and loved always making sure I was doing everything right for my sweet babyboy. I slid myself down on him before capturing him in another loving kiss, moving myself above him gently. “Momma” his moans filled my ears as I let go of his restrained arms, allowing them to wrap against me, holding me close to him. His thrust meeting my bounces as he buries his face into my neck. “Momma ‘m gonna-” I place another kiss on his lips, “Go ahead Tate, fill mommy up.” He whimpers and shoots his seed into me, painting my insides white while I clenched around him allowing my own orgasm to soak his dick. “I love you (name)” I smiled at his half-awake confession, kissing his forehead. “I love you too Tater-Tot” 

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this was for the needy tate request next ill do toxic kai, shuri and the others dw guys imma get them done!

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.

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

Ofccc

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"Accidents happen" Tate Langdon x FEM!Reader

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

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

hiii, could I request “how the evans would ask/react to roadhead”? ty!

coming right up.

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Warnings: isnt it obvious that its just flat out nsfw?

How the Evans, ask, and react, to the reader giving them road head.

Tate Langdon:

How he asks: It would start out as a joke, like he'd be singing a song that you'd call ass, and he would glare at you and reply with something along the lines of "suck my dick" because he's a sassy bitch. And you'd be like "We're in a damn car" just continuing with the joke but then he'd use one hand to unbutton and unzip his pants before saying something stupid like, "So? You shouldn't starve yourself."

How he reacts: He whines, grips your hair, and forces you down even more, yeah, all that good stuff. But I also feel like he'd run some red lights and even stop signs, whilst stopping at green lights, he would possibly even almost crash. So :/. The first-time you guys tried it was also the last time because you didn't want to die giving him head in a fucking car.

Kit Walker:

How he asks: He doesn't, it wasn't his idea. It was just a long ride, and he was tired, so you decided to get his blood flowing by giving him head. He'd instinctively ask what the literal fuck you were doing, and you'd be like "Keeping you awake." No more questions would be asked; However, he would want to pull over, but you'd tell him no.

How he'd react: Sketchy as fuck. Like he'd be looking around all scared that anyone would see you guys, even if you were driving. Would take time at red lights to either grip your hair or even place a hand on your boobs. He would offer once again to pull over and you hum nos against his dick driving him absolutely insane. As he's about to cum he pulls you up, and either you're at your destination or in some alley, he fucks you in the backseat. However, if you are at you r house for the destination, he fucks you in your guy's bed.

Kyle Spencer (pre-death)

How he asks: He seen it in a porn video and wanted to try one day. He was absolutely horny and couldn't do anything while driving so he kind of hinted at the idea, not fully asking. Something much like, "Hey babe my friend sent me this video... well the dude was getting something called 'road head'", he sucked at trying to drop hints, because he sounded lowkey desperate. "Okay and?" you'd reply forcing him to ask. "Can we try it? I mean if you don't want to, we don't have t-" He'd be stopped because you were already pulling his dick out of his pants.

How he reacts: He swears up and down he looked so fucking cool. He didn't. He was a whiney baby, and when he was going to cum, he had to pull over. Which he would kiss you, you'd crawl into his lap and boom. You guys are having sex in a damn Mc Donalds parking lot. Hope you're proud of yourselves.

Jimmy Darling:

How he'd ask: You'd beg him to drive your car, since it was too cold, and he said only if you'd give him head while he drove. Which you did because why not.

How he'd react: Praise, degrade, degrade and praise again and again in that order. "Fuck, you're so good with your little mouth." and then, "Fuck you're such a whore for me hm?", and then my favorite, "Such a good mouth on a slut. I fucking love you." In the end yall would make out and he'd drive you to where you needed to go after car sex, when your done with your business, more car sex. When you get to camp sex in the caravan. SEX, SEX, SEX, that's how road head goes with our darling boy Jimmy Neutron.

I will do part two with Kai, James, Alex, and Peter tmr guys im tired :/

hi love! i really like all the fics you have written and i saw you were doing requests and i swear i died of happiness for a second. can you please do bottom!Tate X dom!Y/N, where Tate has a mommy kink and their at his house eating dinner and he keeps teasing her and she 'drops her fork' and sucks him off under the table? it's totally okay if you don't do this btw! but if you do, then thank you love <3.

YESSSS I BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONEEEE

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Under the Table (Tate x FEM!Reader)

warnings: its in the request but smut, public?, mommy kink, oral (m), Teasing, begging

I sat down the blonde slut sitting across from me. As mean as it sounds, I'm calling him a slut because he thinks it's cute to flaunt about with flirty eyes and cocky smirks. He knows just what the fuck he's doing, and I'll be the one to slap that shit eating grin off of his little face. "Hello (name)" I sat beside Constance and smiles. "Yeah, hey pretty girl." I glared at him. "Hi Tate." He watched me intensely as I took a sip of the water his mother provided for me. "So, (name) may I ask what you see in my son? Considering he's dead." I chuckled suddenly remembering I was eating with a ghost and his very much alive mother. I felt his leg slide up mine and touch the inside of my thighs, nearing my sensitive feminine area. I looked under the table and seen his hand in his pants only to look up and see his eyes boring into mine making me shift. His eyes dropping to his little whiney ones that he uses on me when I ride him till his dick is dripping with cum, his chest is moving up and down as I fuck the life out of him. I'm interrupted of my sinful thoughts by the harlot sitting across from me. "Are you okay?" I nodded and looked back down at my food. "You never answered my question..." Constance announced. "Well, my dear, I'll be back I need to go get my cigarettes from my house." I took the opportunity to 'drop' my fork. "Alright, hurry back Ms. Langdon." I glared back at the slut across from me. "Tate." He looked slightly flushed and scared, "What's wrong? I just need to grab my fork." He kept his eyes on me, "I need to go pee, I'll be right back." I glared at him, "You'll sit, and you'll sit down right now you fucking harlot." His face grew a bit rosy as I spewed my harsh words at him. I went under the table seeing his boner growing more and more as I crawled closer to him. I unzipped his pants slowly and unbuttoned them, pulling his dick out of his tight boxers. "What are you doing?" I chuckled and muttered a hush as I heard the door opening and Constance walking to the table. "Where is she Tate?" "I-in the bathroom" He slightly stumbled over his words as I took the chance to lick his slit, grabbing the base as I pushed him to the back of my throat sucking and hollowing my cheeks while Constance lectured him. "Tate, I swear to God if you fuck this up, she sees what no one else does. Don't run her off." He nodded. "Fuck, momma please..." I smirked on his cock knowing he was referring to me "Excuse me Tate?" "I mean please, oh my god momma, please just go I have it under control." She looked at him and then slightly to the bathroom. "The bathroom door is open Tate." I felt his thighs tremble while I had him completely in my mouth threatening to spill his seed deep down my throat; Sure enough, he did. I felt the metalic salty yet sweet liquid spill down my throat. "Well Tate, instead of having an orgasm in front of your mother, you could've asked me to leave." I slid from under the table on his side in front of him. "I apologize Ms. Langdon." "I'll be going as I assume that I'm not momma." I watched as she walked out. "Alright slut, go to the room, I want you completely naked on my bed like the needy whore you are baby." He quickly stood up, "Yes, momma." I smiled and kissed his nose watching him run to my room. He's a slut but he's my slut.

Hi! Sorry to bother, you really don't have to do this but if you don't find it disgusting, weird or repugnance I was thinking about something like Tate with a lactation kink. Since he has a mommy kink I was thinking about writing something like this would make sense, and I really like everything you write, I was just looking at your profile and you can already consider me your fan. You really don't need to write this, but if you did I would be really happy because it sure would be perfect! ♥️

Alright I'm gonna do this as the reader has Galactorrhea which is when you produce milk without being pregnant.

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Mommy's Milk| Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lactate Kink, Mommy Kink, Boob worship, Nipple play? Mommy issues, Cock warming, soft smut? sex, wet dreams, cream pie.

I walked in the house waiting for my boyfriend to pop up. I had gotten this house when my parents died in a car crash. "Momma" I turned my head to face the boy with tears in his eyes. "Tate?" He walked up to me wrapping his arms around my waist his face buried in my breast. "What happened baby?" He sniffled softly, "Constance." I rubbed soft circles on his back kissing the top of his head. "Wanna talk about it?" He started pawing at my breast shaking his head no. I went to pull his hand off my boob, but he looked up at me with pleading eyes. "Momma, I'm thirsty..." I looked down at the boy nestled into my boobs. "C'mon baby." I walked him to our room and laid on the bed, I slid off both my shirt and my bra. "I want to feel you too..." I smiled at him slipping off my pants and panties too, watching as he joined me, naked in the bed. He slid himself between my legs and then into me, letting out a faint moan followed by a whimpered out "Momma" I started to rub his back, his lips attached to my breast, and he let out a muffled moan and just rested in me while sucking at my breast, drinking the milk that came out. I heard soft snoring after a while, the sucking come to bit of a stop. He had fallen asleep just like a baby would. I went to push his off gently but then remembered his cock was still in me. I then heard him whimpering softly making me look at him, I felt him slowly push his hips into me making me moan and wake him up. "C'mon baby wake up; I need you up." He stirred in his sleep a bit before looking at me. "Momma I need you..." I smiled at him as he pushed his lips back onto my sensitive nipple and started pushing in and out of me. I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned at the feelings he made me feel. He kept sucking at the milk that came out of my boobs and into his mouth, drinking it as much as he could while still moving in and out of me gently. "Momma I love you so much. I'd never hurt you on purpose." "I know baby, momma knows." His thrust got deeper before I spilled on him and him into me. My insides now painted with his warm, wet, seed filled cum. "Tate I'm sore." He whined before detaching from my breast. "Sorry..." I smiled and rubbed his before telling him sweet nothing and cuddling him, while he still was inside of me, one hand still on my breast.

Here's the masterlist so you can navigate through my blog. Remember requests are open! Heres my face reveal as well

Tate Langdon:

Mommy's Milk (smut)

Under the Table (Smut)

Accidents Happen (Smut)

Please? (Smut)

Follow Directions (Smut)

Peter Maximoff:

Human Vibrator (Smut)

Kit walker:

Daddy's Makeup (fluff)

50 Shades of the Walkers (smut?) 1, 2

Red (Smut)

Kai Anderson:

His Mask (smut)

Dangerously In love: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

Top (Smut)

"Stfu." (Smut)

Virgin 1, 2 ft James (smut)

Get on your knees. 1, 2, 3 (Smut)

Equal Power 1, 2, 3

Cover Up (smut)

James March:

Virgin 1, 2 ft Kai (smut)

Secrets (Fluff)

Colin Zabel:

Nothing yet.

Jimmy Darling:

Ain'cha (smut)

Shuri (Black Panther):

✂️✂️(smut)

Evan Peters:

Evan Peters with a filipino partner (fluff)

His Birthday (smut)

Lady Gaga:

Costume

Cooper Day:

Boy in the Halls 1, 2, 3

Luke Cooper:

Nothing yet.

The Evans:

Roadhead 1, 2 (Smut?)

New Years Kiss

Evans fav songs

How the Evan Masturbate (Smut?)

Alex Adult World:

Nothing yet.

Tate Langdon is a munch and no one can tell me otherwise.