halloween date <3

don't you just love back-to-school season?!

i found tate’s shirt!

i am still unsure if it’s reliable to purchase from this website however it is the only place i could find the shirt/a picture of it anywhere at all. feeling happy today! love u guys sm! 😸❤️

so excited!!

🝮 made by me 🝮

All my feminism goes out the window when I lay eyes on this man... Uff😬

“I need him biblically,,, I need him in a way that is concerning to feminism.”

Currently rewatching asylum for the first time since it aired. Evan really put his whole evussy into this role stg 🙏🏻

amarillo, texas.

early 2000s evan peters <3

officially violet and tate season

t.langdon ; high school sweethearts.

opposites attract, studious y/n x tate! (headcanons)

doesn't really pay attention in class but on the days that you're absent he makes sure to take notes just to give them to you

possessive of you, you're only allowed to help him with schoolwork and no one else (he makes sure of it)

he lies and asks you to come over to 'help him with homework' but then distract you the whole afternoon which leads to you scolding him and you guys having to stay up late doing homework

he likes sneaking out to go sleep to your place cause "it's not his fault he sleeps better when you hold him"

he'll let you do skincare on him and complain the whole time but secretly adores it

he cannot stay up in class so you'll have you write him signs of answers to questions teachers ask him

he cries a lot when you're alone together, he tells you about his family and mental health issues, eventually falling asleep mid vent cause crying exhaust him

when he gets mad he refuses to get near you in fear of acting up on accident and scaring you away

^^ but then he comes by and apologizes using sticky notes cause he's too ashamed to look at you :(

he LOVES to stare at you while you study

"what?" you stare at the boy with a confused smile watching him blink and fix his posture before flashing a smile of his own "nothing you're just really pretty when you're focused" he whispers, "oh shush langdon" you mumble embarrassed before kissing his cheek and going back to your books leaving the boy flustered <3

I.. uh..YES. I’m down. Sorry guys.. are u mad at me?

more lace pullover pics styled with capris just like vi! 😸❤️🐾

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

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

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝑖 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒.˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

♡*♡∞:｡.｡ 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢. ｡.｡:∞♡*♡

(last photo taken by me<33)