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evanpfics · 10 months

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Boy Next Door (I)

Tate Langdon x Reader (Angst/Story)

Warnings: cussing, arguing, stalkish vibes, mentions of an affair (wc: 2.8k)

The story is somewhat based on AHS murder house, a lot was changed though but I used it for inspiration. If you have any feedback or notice mistakes let me know kindly!

You decided to move out of Orlando, FL and into Los angeles, CA after your father had an affair with your bestfriend.

You resented your father for it, you blamed him for ruining your family’s bond. you also found it disturbing how he went for someone near your age when he was double it.

Both of your parents stayed silent the whole ride only talking to ask you if you needed anything or when they had to make quick stops for gas. You enjoyed the silence since it’s only been yelling and mayhem since your mom caught your dad in the act.

You found yourself drifting to sleep being drawn into the sounds of cars passing by, driving always had a certain sound you enjoyed.

After what seemed like seconds you woke up to the car passing a speed bump, hard. It woke you up abruptly.

“We’re here!” Your dad said excitedly.

You peered out the car window seeing a red-bricked unkept house. The garden practically suffocating the house in weeds and all sorts of plants, looked like it had no one living there for decades.

“It could use some work, but I’m sure If we worked together we can make it look brand new. Woo! Right guys?” Your dad continued sounding very proud.

Silence.

You felt the awkwardness take over and you sighed heavily before leaving the car.

Your dad was always the more excited happy one. Sad he had to make stuff sort of weird.

Your dad looked over at your mom with a awkward confused look planted on his face. Your mom rolled her eyes in response as she left the car as-well.

Leaves and plants crunched under your shoes as you walked up the few steps and reached the front door.

Your fingers guided between the crevasses of the reddish brown bricks. You can see dirt and dust leave a residue on your finger tips and you rubbed it on skirt in disgust.

You soon regretted that as the dirt left a off putting color on your skirt as you tried to wipe that away as-well. You can hear your mom trail behind you as she begins to unlock the front door.

“Oh dear, don’t get your clothes too dirty y/n. We don’t know if the washers here work yet and the closest laundromat is god knows how far.” She groaned.

You nodded your head in response as she stepped inside allowing you to soon follow.

“Go ahead and pick out your room honey, me and your dad are gonna.. figure out what to do with this place.” She said exhaustingly, sounding already tired of this place.

Can’t blame her, seemed like a lot of work just for this place. Pricing for this place was unbelievably low, you never questioned why but you assumed it was because of how unkept this place was.

You found the stairs and slowly made your way up them observing the wooden steps and hanging chandelier.

Floor boards creaked each step you took.

After seeing every room you finally chose yours. Each room was already furnished and you were surprised with the one you chose. It matched what you envisioned your room which you found odd since sellers normally go for more.. modern looks. Especially for a house like this.

You walked around your room admiring each little thing about it. Most of it seemed used as if someone was still living here. You found it odd but just assumed that if there was someone here you would’ve known by now.

After awhile of admiring antiques around your room you start to make your way down stairs to tell your parents about your chosen room.

As you step off the final step you see your parents talking to an unfamiliar woman dressed in a, maid uniform?

“Ah honey! Meet our.. new maid.” She said hesitantly unsure what to really call her.

The woman turned around revealing her elderly face. Even elderly she was quite pretty, you can see almost a story behind her eyes.

She was a red-head, half blind, fragile looking woman.

She stared at you shortly before shooting you a gentle smile.

“Hello dear, and you guys can call me Moira.”

You crept your way towards your family as the woman stuck out her hand. You shook it.

“Its nice to meet you” You said after the handshake. “Since when did we get a maid?” You asked as you stared at your parents giving them a confused look.

“Uhm well, we aren’t too sure about the idea yet. She insisted and-“ your dad said before getting cut off.

“Im willing to work for free” The woman budged in. “I can cook, clean, and do anything you’d like. Im great at it i assure you. Can do as much as cooking you cuisine to getting the most riggest stains out of whatever you’d like” she said shooting your parents a soft smile.

Her smile and attitude made you feel save. Plus her elderly figure kind of added on into your comfort. Oddly.

“Then.. I guess it will be fine, but really. Are you sure your find with working for free? I mean, we hardly know you and that just seems to generous of you.” Your mom replied, sounding very confused from her offer.

“Of course, all I ask for is for a break every Halloween to visit my mother and every other Holiday to just relax.” Moira gently stated.

“Oh my god of course, take as much time as you need. Doing this for us is already a big thing.” Your mom said sounding happy.

The room got quiet as Moira nodded and started prepping and cleaning dishes to cook, randomly.

You made your way back up the stairs and into your room. You plopped yourself on the bed before remembering you forgot to tell your mom you chose your room.

You groaned disappointingly.

“New neighbors, huh?” You heard from in-front of your bed.

You jolted up almost panicked as you stared up at what caused the noise.

You see a blonde haired boy not too far from your age staring down at you. His eyes seemed dark and empty.

“Who the hell are you?” You snapped sounding scared but trying to hide that so you would sound more intimidating.

The boy smiled, his eyes still empty which freaked you out by the lack of visible emotion behind them.

“I’m Tate. Tate Langdon. I’m your neighbor.” The boy said as he sat beside you along your bed.

You moved your legs away from him now having your knees to your chest.

“Scared?”

“No.” You stuttered a bit. Your face made slight visible frustration as you heard your own voice stutter.

Tate hesitated before laying his back on the bed.

“Now he’s just overdoing it. Getting way to comfortable and I hardly even know him.” You thought.

“Do you.. need something?” You asked after awhile of debating if you should just leave or figure out what the hell this dude is doing.

He looked over at you taking awhile to reply as he just stared. It made you uncomfortable.

“Sorry.” He said before trailing out your door.

Visible confusion took over as you wondered what just happened. You were glad dude wasn’t a total weirdo.

It still was really odd. Like who does that?

After a bit of processing on your bed you stood up unpacking your clothes.

You thought everything in your room is beautiful and felt unbelievably lucky.

You stuffed your drawers with clothes.

You took out your very few records.

“Shit.” You thought to yourself.

You packed your records but totally forgot the god damn record player.

You lightly needed your eye brows in frustration before hearing a sound behind you.

You jolted towards the sound to see what caused it.

Nothing.

You slowly walked towards your nightstand expecting some sort of rat or spider judging based on the house.

Sudden rattling was heard from under your bed which really crept you out.

After awhile of going back and fourth on weither or not you even want to look under the dark shadow under your bed possibly being greeted by some human sized pest.

Which was just you exaggerating; but the idea still made you shiver.

You finally gain the courage to look under your bed.

You laughed at yourself a bit seeing as nothing was there, but a box shaped object?

You pulled it out.

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“This house must be able to fucking read minds!” You thought to yourself.

You opened the box in half revealing a record players interior.

You blew away the visible dust smiling in delight that your misfortunate forgetfulness didn’t totally turn out horribly.

You took the record out of its sheet and gently placed it onto the record player lightly pressing the needle onto the record allowing it to play.

You lightly hummed to the songs rhythm as you set the record player on your dresser. You finished taking everything out of your bags as you plop them on the floor kicking them under your bed.

You left your pajamas on the bed. You picked them up swiftly before deciding to take a quick shower before you slept. You entered the bathroom being able to see the white marbled tub and beautiful white tiles.

The house definitely looked better from the inside than the outside. You set your clothes neatly on-top of the counter as you prepped your shower. The drops of water echoing through out the bathroom.

You got undressed and placed yourself in the shower allowing yourself to relax under the showers soothing rain. You quickly washed your hair and body before stepping out, turning the shower off as you exited.

You dried yourself off before hearing glass shatter and screaming coming from downstairs.

You frantically dried the rest of your body and changing into your clothes before running down the stairs, steps creaking as you make your way down.

You found your father yelling at someone whom you have never even seen in your life. You exhaled in relief since you thought something more outrageous happened. You watched them argue hidden behind the corner.

It was just the glass vase that dropped, you were a bit upset since the base wasn’t totally horrible looking. After hearing their argument you assumed it was one of your dads patients.

He often treated patients. He was a therapist. He held his sessions at home so the patient must’ve came by to be treated just to be unhappy with whatever service he provided.

“You said you would help me! Not just constantly treat me as if I’m fucking crazy. IM NOT FUCKING CRAZY, YOU UNDERSTAND?” The patient screamed.

“Please just calm down, I never said you were crazy, okay? i just-“

“FORGET YOU AND YOUR SHITTY SESSIONS! I CAN FIND SOMEONE WAY BETTER WHO CAN ACTUALLY HELP.” The patient yelled, cutting your dad off, giving him no time to speak.

The door slammed shut. Your dad exhaled sternly massaging his forehead. He placed his clipboard on the nightstand near the door before grabbing the broom and sweeping up the remains of the broken glass.

You shuffled towards him as his eyes met yours.

“Oh hello sweetheart, do you like the house so far?” He smiled as if nothing happened.

You nodded.

“Mhm.” You hummed. “I picked out my room and everything, do you know where mom is?” You questioned.

He swept up the rest of the glass before responding. “Yeah.. yeah. She’s helping the maid clean. You know how she is. Would feel too bad letting her do it alone even if she insisted.”

You smiled. “That’s totally her.” You replied as you looked around unsure what to really do.

“Oh yeah!” You said as you recalled the strange boy in your room earlier. “Did you by chance have a certain patient here? One named tate langdon.”

Your dad looked at you then away trying to recall anyone named Tate.

“Blonde hair.. green and black striped-“

“Oh! Tate, yes.” Your dad shouted lightly as he remembered who you were asking about.

“He had set an appointment with me earlier after we found out we were neighbors. How do you know him?” Your dad asked before making his way into the kitchen dumping the broken glass out into the trash can.

“Ah nothing, just overheard the name and got curious.” You said hesitantly.

“Hm.. okay. You should head to bed honey the trip was unbelievably longer than expected just to get here.” He said reluctantly.

You made your way back upstairs and into your room. The music still flooding the room making you instantly feel safe. You laid down onto your bed wrapping yourself in your blankets before dozing off to sleep.

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You felt a dent form in your mattress. You can hear your record playing then stopping then playing again over and over due to the needle finally reaching the end of the whole record creating light buzzing sounds.

You lifted your upper body up rubbing your eyes. You open them.

You jolted back opening your mouth getting ready to let out a scream.

A hand quickly covered your mouth before even being able to let out the slightest noise. Their reflexes kind of caught you off guard.

Your body squirmed as you grabbed their arm trying to remove it. They fought back making you have to take time to catch your breath knowing they would overpower you easily, no matter how hard you tried.

“Stop. STOP!” They yelled still in a quiet tone making sure no one else can hear it. “I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have scared you like that. Please.”

Your eyes locked with theirs. You stared at your clock seeing as it was 2:30AM. You store back at him making eye contact with him again.

You nodded your head hesitantly still a bit shaken up. They removed their hand and you continued to catch your breath.

“What are you doing here, Tate?”

He stared at you making himself put up an almost fake looking smile.

“This use to be my room you know? Still have all of my stuff in it. Not that you seem to mind.” He said as he looked around the room then staring at his moved record player.

“Oh shit, my bad. I didnt know any of this was yours.” You said slightly panicked.

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t need any of this stuff anymore so don’t think about it too much.” He gently stated.

“This stuff is kind of old anyways, hardly come in here anymore anyways.”

You planted a confused look on your face.

“So how old are you?” You questioned him.

“Y/A. I’m y/a.” He said sounding somewhat more stern. Caught you off guard.

He surprisingly was the same age as you.

“Do you still come into here or something?.. since you said you hardly come in here anymore.” You asked sounding puzzled.

He stared at you as if he was trying to find out what to say.

“No, no. I just- no. When this use to be mine I mainly hung around outside of the house. Hardly ever really home.” He hesitated.

“Why’s that?” You questioned.

He seemed a bit surprised from your sudden interest in what he has to say.

“Well, my moms a real bitch. My dad left at a young age probably because of her too. Wouldn’t be surprised.” He chucked to himself.

You were a bit surprised and stunned from his openness. Like yeah you did ask, but you weren’t expecting him to just dive into it.

“How did you even get in here?”

“Extra key. Kept it and the owners never asked for it sooo..” he said as he held up a key.

You sighed.

“Well, can you at least not just sneak up on me whenever? It gets kind of uncomfortable. I hardly know you.”

He laughed a bit.

“Well, as far as I’m concerned, you know more about me then I do you. Don’t even know your name.” He said clicking his tongue.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m y/n.”

“Y/n? That’s a nice name. Very nice to just hear.”

You smiled a bit.

“See? Now we are more acquainted. So, can I come in here whenever now?”

Your face became stern.

“Fine Fine.” He sighed sarcastically.

“Can I at least still visit you?” He smirked. His smile seemed actually real this time.

“I guess, but don’t expect much. I’m not gonna warm up to you just because I know your name. Your still just some creep who broke into my room, twice now.” You stated.

He stood up, he walked to the door before staring back taking in the view of his room. He smiled at you before leaving.

Something about his eyes drew you in, but also made you scared of what could be in them. He seemed sweet, but it felt as if there was something.. beyond that.

It made you oddly interested in the guy.

Hoping to meet him again soon.

Inspired by American Horror Story; Murder House. (2011)

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chr0llossexygf · 2 years

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what if i write for tate 😍😍

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kit-walk3r · 11 months

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Let the Bad Spirits Go Free (Tate Langdon)

Blood holds all the bad spirits. Maybe Tate should try and let those spirits go free.

Warning: heavy trigger warning for self harm and blood, mentions of canon gun violence

Note: I was rewatching Murder House and Tate’s dialogue about bad spirits in the blood made me think that perhaps Tate’s past self harm was linked to that so I sort of came up with this. Please read with caution

The Indians believed that blood holds all the bad spirits. Once a month in ceremonies they would cut themselves to let the spirits go free. There’s something smart about that. Very smart. I like that.

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Tate was only ten the first time he did it. He didn’t remember why he did it. He just remembered one day finding the blades in the bathroom cabinet when looking for something. They probably belonged to whoever his mother’s fling at the time was. He found them and, for some reason, used them. Tate didn’t understand why. Maybe it was because he missed his dad. Maybe it was because he missed the nice blonde lady who saved him from the monster. Maybe it was because his mom didn’t seem to love him.

He only did it the once, finding himself quite sensitive to the pain. He cried after he did it. When his mother surprisingly noticed the new cut on his arm Tate lied and said the neighbour's cat scratched him. None of their neighbours even had a cat, but Constance did not question it, and instead just gave him a band aid.

Tate never thought about it again until a few years later. Fourteen, perhaps. Or maybe it was fifteen. He liked to read, and he was reading a book on Indians when he came across a certain passage about bad spirits. According to the book a person’s blood held bad spirits, and to let those spirits free the Indians would cut themselves in ceremonies. That stuck with Tate. He often found himself thinking back to it. It sounded smart to him, it made sense.

Of course, it wasn’t long after that when the bad thoughts started plaguing Tate. It started with dreams, dreams that would wake him up, anxious and sweating, at three in the morning. In the dream he could see himself in the school hallway, dressed head to toe in black, with everyone staring at him as he walked by. He ignored all of their gazes, marching through the school as if he were on a strict mission. He reached a classroom and let himself in, all of his classmates looking up as he made his entrance. The teacher scowled at him. “Can I help you?” She asked. Then suddenly, Tate had a gun in his hand and openfired.

Then he woke up.

All he could see in his head was the blood splatter, his teacher and classmates dropping to the floor. The sounds of their cries. The begging.

Tate placed his hands over his ears as if that would be able to drown out the voices in his head. He clenched his eyes shut, feeling the burn of tears trying to escape. He couldn’t make it stop. The screams, the blood, the bodies. He couldn’t stop hearing it, couldn’t stop seeing it.

Bad spirits.

Tate’s eyes unclenched and opened as he remembered what he had read in the library a couple of months ago. His hands uncovered his ears.

Bad spirits. Cut. Set free.

Perhaps that’s what this was. Bad spirits. Maybe his blood was infected with bad spirits. Maybe he just needed to set them free.

Tate switched on his bedside lamp and turned to rummage through the set of drawers that resided next to his bed. He looked for something he could use to set the spirits free, something, anything, that would be sharp enough to save him. He couldn’t find anything, and let out a frustrated sigh. He needed to get rid of these bad spirits.

Suddenly he remembered: razor blades. Not long ago Constance had come home with a variety of things to help Tate ‘ease into manhood’, now that he was starting high school. Amongst her gift package was a pack of razor blades.

Tate shot out of bed and headed to the bathroom where he was sure he left the package. He tiptoed across the hallway, careful not to wake Addie since he knew she was a light sleeper. Once inside he gently closed the bathroom door and locked it for extra security before opening the cabinet above the sink. Bingo. Sure enough on the top shelf sat a little cardboard box. Tate grabbed it and rummaged through the box, looking for his coveted item. There they were, tucked away at the bottom. After taking them out the box was placed back in the cabinet and the door was shut.

On the cabinet hung a mirror, and Tate took a deep look at himself. His hair was damp from sweat and was stuck to his forehead. His eyes were bloodshot and red rimmed from crying. There were dark circles forming underneath his eyes.

Bad spirits.

Tate looked away from his haunted reflection and moved his attention to the small packet he now held in his hands. Without hesitation he tore open the packet and pulled out one of the blades before gently balancing the rest on the sink. He rolled up the sleeve of his pyjama shirt, barely taking note of the pale line that already occupied his wrist.

Maybe this will cleanse me, Tate thought as he stared at the blade. Maybe this will set my bad spirits free.

Taking a deep breath, Tate ran the blade across his wrist. He winced at the sting, but was mesmerised by the stark contrast of red against his pale skin. He watched as blood trickled down his arm and dripped onto the white porcelain of the sink, letting out a sigh of relief. His bad spirits were gone. He cleaned up his wrist, put the open packet back in the box, wiped away any excess blood and went back to bed as if nothing had happened.

He was surprisingly rather chipper the next morning. He joked with Addie at the breakfast table and even offered his mother a sort of smile. He was better now. All the bad spirits were gone.

Until he had the same dream again a couple of nights later.

Tate woke up with a jolt and a gasp, the same images from the previous night flashing through his mind, only more intense. The cries were getting louder, the blood getting thicker. He covered his ears and cried, just like last time.

His eyes caught sight of the cut across his wrist and with no hesitation he was heading towards the bathroom, same process as last time: lock the door, get the blade out of the cabinet and decorate his skin with another red line. He cleaned up and went back to his room, only this time he took the packet with him and tucked it away in his underwear drawer.

He had the dream again a week later. After a couple of nights nightmare free Tate was convinced that it had worked, that he had freed the bad spirits from his blood and that he was clean. But no, it happened again and Tate once again took a blade to his wrist, only this time in the comfort of his own bedroom.

The bad thoughts were getting louder. The dream wouldn’t go away, no matter how many times Tate hurt himself, and he was starting to get the intrusive thoughts during the day as well as in his sleep.

He got into an argument with his mother one day. It wasn’t unusual for Tate to get angry at Constance but this time it felt like more than anger. It was a Saturday afternoon and Tate was sat with Beau, rolling his red ball to him whilst he read a book. It was a comfortable silence, with the occasional laugh from Beau, until Constance shouted for Tate to come downstairs.

Tate hadn’t washed the dishes from breakfast. “I asked you to do one thing, Tate,” Constance scolded. “One! Wash the damn dishes. Is that really that hard?”

Tate just shrugged.

“I don’t ask much from you, Tate,” Constance continued. “But it would be nice if you could just listen and help around here once in a while instead of being holed up in your damn room.”

“I was with Beau,” Tate argued.

“Beau, Beau, Beau,” Constance ranted. “Stop using your brother as an excuse for not doing as you’re damn well told.”

Tate’s fists clenched at his sides as his mother continued to scold him for simply forgetting to do the dishes. His gaze was hard and jaw locked as he watched her wave her arms around. He couldn’t even hear what she was saying now, her voice drawn out into a dull ringing sound. Anger surged through him.

Do it, a voice echoed in his head suddenly.

Tate turned and ran up the stairs to his room without a second thought. He could faintly hear Constance call out after him but he ignored her as he slammed his bedroom door shut and fell down onto the floor, back resting against it, as he began to cry.

Do what? Tate didn’t want to know. Subconsciously he had a perfect idea of what the voice wanted him to do but he desperately tried to suppress it. The scariest thing? The voice Tate heard in his head was his own.

Tate struggled to calm down, his breathing erratic. His hands gripped and tugged his dirty blonde hair as he tried to clear his mind from any negative thoughts.

Bad spirits bad spirits bad spirits.

Tate was up and rummaging through his underwear drawer for his safety packet. Within seconds he held one of the blades in his hand and, like clockwork, brought it against his skin. He’d grown accustomed to the pain now, and didn’t even flinch as he opened up another wound.

“Please, please, please,” he muttered as he watched the blood begin to trickle down his arm, desperate for the bad thoughts to go away. Whatever his thoughts wanted him to do they wanted him to do it to his mother and that was terrifying. Yes, he and his mother had a very rocky relationship, but to want to hurt her in a way that was making him feel this fearful? Tate just wanted the bad spirits to go away.

Obviously they didn’t, if bad spirits even existed. Things only got worse.

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Tate liked it, but it didn’t work.

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This was pretty dark and heavy, I do apologise. Thank you for reading though!

#I actually think I’m pretty proud of this #was intense to write though #american horror story #ahs #murder house #tate langdon #evan peters #tate langdon fic #trigger warning #tw self harm #kyle spencer #kit Walker #Jimmy darling #james patrick march #rory monahan #kai anderson #austin sommers #tate langdon x reader

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perfectionisanightmare · 7 months

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I’m dead and I wanna hook up

!Not my picture!

If you are under 18 years old, then please don't read the fic below. If you are uncomfortable with any of the named topics, then stop reading.

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Warnings: TateLangdonXFemaleReader, Masturbation, Non-con, Gagged, Slapping, Choking, Ghostsex?, Fingering, Oralsex (f receiving), PinV, DomTate, SubReader.

Word Count: 2.406

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You were so tired after a long day in school and then working at the café for five hours, plus the half an hour bike ride home to your new house. All you needed right now was a bath in your new bathroom, that you had all to yourself.

Your mother and father just bought the house in L.A. far away from home. Your parents had gotten an incredible opportunity at work, so you and your twin brother had to move to a different school in L.A., far away from your friends at home. It was okay. The two of you were quite social and found some good friends easily at the new school. Luckily for you, one of your new friends knew a café that was hiring, since they were short on staff in the summer period. You had been looking for a job since moving to L.A. 3 weeks ago and now you finally have one, so you can make your own money.

When you arrived home you took off your shoes and went into the livingroom, where your parents were. “Hi Y/N, how was work today?” your father asked. You shrugged and answered “It was as per usual, grumpy old ladies and loud teenagers. At least I got a big tip from a group of boys today”. Your father didn’t like the last part but your mother found your fathers reaction funny. She didn’t mind you dating guys, she felt you were mature enough to be responsible for your body. Mother was a flirt when she was younger too.

Your twin, Hunter, walked loudly into the living room. He poked your side while saying hi and telling you how great dinner was. All you had was half a sandwich with pesto and ham at work. You were quite hungry and your stomach rumbled, but you were too tired to go make yourself a meal. You could feel your feet aching from all the hours you’d spent on your feet, so all you could think about was the lovely warm bath you were gonna have very soon.

“I’m tired, I'm gonna take a bath and then go to sleep. Goodnight!”

You walked up the stairs slowly and went into your new bedroom. You were still getting used to it, but you liked it. It was big, dark and cozy. You had a lot of plants and a nice readingcorner where you had your favorite vintage lamp that was made out of different colored glass.

You took off your clothes and removed your hair clip, so your hair fell down. You felt sweaty and smelly so you couldn’t wait to wash your body and hair. While taking off your clothes you felt like someone was watching you. You kept looking around but there were noone around you. Your family were downstairs and wouldn’t disturb you.

You shook it off and went into your bathroom. You had a lovely bath and it almost felt like something touched your shoulders softly while you were laying in the bathtub. You got goosebumps all over your body. Your nipples stiffened and you started thinking about one of the guys from the group that tipped you well today. He was just your type, dark hair, big muscles, piercings and tattoos all over his body. Well you assumed they were all over, you could only see the ones on his arms and neck. His hands were so hot, they were veiny and big. He was definitely flirting with you when you arrived at the table with the receipt. You couldn't stop your thoughts when they drifted into a sinful place. You were imagining him touching your body, how his hands would feel massaging your breast and pinching your nipples, how his long fingers would stretch you out. Your hand traveled down your body and ended between your thighs. You were quiet while you were touching yourself. It was a quick rub and it was not even close to satisfying your needs. You needed someone to touch you and give you pleasure.

After your alone time in the bathroom you dried off and walked into your bedroom. You put on some panties and went to bed. You watched tiktoks for what felt like hours and suddenly you noticed it was midnight. The house had gone all quiet and you needed some sleep. You drifted off to sleep quickly.

You slept for almost two hours and then you woke slowly. You felt something stroking your thigh. You were still half asleep and started to get confused. The feeling kept going, suddenly you felt pressure around your left breast, almost like it was getting squeezed. You sat up and you felt the cold wind on your body, making your nipples perky. You felt soft pecks on your neck. You were really starting to freak out, this has never happened and you have no idea what it is. Suddenly you were pulled by your ankles so you were laying down in your bed again. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you tried screaming but something was covering your mouth so you couldn’t make a noise. Your eyes noticed a floating bandana getting closer to you. This must be a dream! This can’t be real. The bandana flew to your mouth and it tied behind your head.

A voice came from on top of you, very close to your ear. “Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it. I saw you in your bathroom, playing with yourself. If you don’t wanna get caught, you might wanna try locking the door”. The voice was deep and it would have been soothing if it weren’t for the circumstances.

“I’m dead and I wanna hook up, so now we’re gonna have some fun together”. You panicked. There were noone in the room but you definitely didn’t imagine this. This was real. Your eyes watered and tears ran down your cheeks.

You laid sprawled out on the bed only in your panties. You can’t move, all you can do is lay there and wait for the worst. You cannot move your arms or legs and your mouth has been gagged. You felt the invisible guy's hands on your thighs. They were getting squeezed and spread out even further. You could feel pressure on your clothed heat. You can’t help but get wetter by the minute. He is pleasuring your clit through the fabric of your panties and the wet spot in your panties keeps on growing. You were feeling a hand on each hip and then your panties were getting dragged down your smooth legs slowly. You are exposed to the invisible guy and you can do absolutely nothing.

He takes a leg in each hand and pushes them up, so your knees are pressing into your chest. You almost faint when you feel a wet and soft thing running through your folds. It must be his tongue. You are getting licked by a ghost with a nice voice. You are going crazy.

He knows what he is doing. He licks and sucks and knows exactly what makes you squirm. You can’t help but moan against the bandana and you start grinding against the invisible mouth between your legs. He chuckles against you. It seems like he isn’t planning on stopping his torture soon. He keeps licking your center, sucking your clit and giving you so much pleasure. Your toes are curling and all you want to do is grab a head full of hair with your hands, but you can’t. He keeps going until you come undone in his mouth. This was an orgasm you needed but because of the circumstances you were too freaked out to enjoy the pleasure he was giving you. Your involuntary moans are muffled by the bandana.

You feel guilty. You just came on an invisible guy’s face, with a bandana in your mouth, unable to move away from him and you have never been more turned on. Your arousal is now dripping down between your cheeks and onto your bedsheets.

Your legs fall down, so you lay sprawled out on your bed again. Your sensitive clit is getting stimulated lightly by his fingers. Your hips keep thrusting against his hand and you can’t stop. You feel the bed dip right by your head. A warm wind tickles your ear when he says “Such a dirty girl. Cumming all over my tongue. Must suck having to wait so long, to get a little strange”. He presses harder against your bundle of nerves and you moan while begging him to stop. The gag in your mouth is soaked and so are your bedsheets.

“Poor little Y/N… I know you want more. Stop sounding so innocent, I know you want to get groped and used or do you lie in your diary?... Hmm?”.

Your eyes widen. Has he read my diary? He knows my name?! Has this invisible fuck been stalking me?! You get furious and try to punch where the voice is coming from. Sadly you are still unable to move. “Shhh.. Don’t fight it, it will only make it worse for you. Lay still, you’re gonna enjoy this”.

You feel two thick fingers slamming inside you. You feel stretched out and the pain is striking you hard. You keep begging him to stop but it has no effect on his movements. The weight by your head disappears and you feel a finger on your clit while the two fingers keep ramming you. He keeps going and your moans get louder and louder while you squeeze his fingers tight. “Be a good girl and come for me. You can do it”. With his words encouraging you, you unravel around his fingers. Your third orgasm of the night and you are tired and sore.

You start to drift off to sleep but you wake suddenly by a harsh slap to your face. “Don’t you fall asleep on me, we are getting to the best part”. Your eyes widen. You know exactly what he means and there is nothing you can do.

“For the finale I think you should see who gives you so much pleasure. You want that? or do you wanna keep going being a slut who fucks one she can’t even see?” You mumble that you want to see him. It can’t get worse than it already is. He chuckles and then you see him. A goddamn Adonis on top of you. He has strong arms, toned stomach, shaggy blonde hair and the darkest eyes you’ve ever seen. Your feelings are now a mix of being frightened, pissed off and extremely turned on.

He feels you clench around his fingers when you see him. “You dirty girl, you want me don’t you? We can go to the finale and I will make you see stars or I can stop and leave. What do you want?” You could barely concentrate on his words. You grind against his fingers that are still inside you and you are drifting away into his dark eyes. He grabs your face forcefully. “You want to keep going, is that it? Oh you ARE a little slut. Well your wish is my command”.

He removes his fingers and your pussy is now clenching around nothing. You feel so empty without his fingers. You look down and see his hard big cock right by your entrance. Your mouth waters and you look up at the blonde man above you. He comes closer and sends you a smirk before ramming himself inside you. It hurts so bad and more tears are streaming down your face.

He reaches behind your head and removes the bandana from your face. Your mouth is sore but it feels amazing that the gag is gone. You can scream now and call for help, but how could you ever explain this to your parents? I woke up and got raped by an invisible guy who then turns out to be a hot blonde dude and when he asked if I wanted to stop I said no? Yeah.. that is not a good story.

He interrupted your train of thoughts with a hungry kiss. His tongue massaging yours while you swallow his groans. He retracts his mouth “Fuck your so fucking tight and so wet. Like a virgin, but we both know you aren’t. Because you’re a what?” He rams into you harder while waiting for an answer. You do not say anything, just trying to hold back your moans. He slaps you across the face. “Because you’re a what Y/N?” You hate what you are going to say now “Because i’m a slut”. A smile fills his face. “Louder Y/N”. “Because I’m your slut!”. You prayed noone heard that.

His pace quickens, “Aah yes you are. My. Little. Needy. Slut” He says between thrusts. His strong arms look so sexy and all you think about is how good his cock feels inside you. He reaches down and starts circling your clit. You grab the sheets and your knuckles turn white while your toes are curling. You wrap your legs around his waist, hungry for him to go deeper and fill you up.

You start clenching tightly around his thick cock, he knows you're close. He bends down and bites your pink nipple. “Are you really gonna cum again huh? Are you gonna cum all over my fucking cock?” You nod in response with small yes’s escaping your mouth. You cannot hold it in any longer. Your lower stomach is tightening and you feel sweat starting to form all over your body. “Give it to me Y/N. Fuckk cum for me. Now.” You cum like never before and he keeps thrusting to make your orgasm last. He kept his promise. You are seeing stars.

His thrust starts to get sloppy and fall out of rhythm. You realize he is about to cum and you panic. “Please don’t cum inside me. Please no!” You beg. He keeps going and grabs your throat, choking you so you can’t beg anymore. He soon orgasms and fills your womb with his cum. It spills out of you when he pulls out and you can't fathom what just happened.

You are so exhausted you fall asleep almost immediately after the blonde guy pulls out of you. He gives you a small kiss before you’re drifting off to dreamland again.

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filthyfluffyfantasies · 8 months

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masterlist ┅ tate langdon

You’ve reached my masterlist for ( tate langdon ). Below is a complete and mostly up-to-date list of pieces I have written for ( tate langdon ) and a little list of symbols and their meanings to better help you find exactly what you’re looking for.

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#tate langdon #tate langdon fanfiction #tate langdon fic #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon x self insert #tate langdon x you #fandom file : american horror story murder house ; character - tate langdon

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melonbellys · 10 months

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this blog isnt just smut, which is always aimed towards a mature audience, it may also include themes that may not be suitable for you as a mature reader. my stories may occasionally include consentual-non-consent or other hard kinks.

please read the warnings before the story carefully before you decide to read my stories, i am NOT stopping you from reading, yet i am not responsible for your triggers.

much love, take care.

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Hello! I‘m November or Nov, if you‘d like.

I‘m 18 and a writer, i‘ve been writing for multiple years and have hid in the shadows of tumblr for a while.

I‘ll be on here, supporting evan and hopefully catch you with my silly little imagination, typed out, on this blog.

i love tate langdon like a lot a lot and i will often be writing about him, i hope… and think.

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about requests:

im happy to be writing for most of his characters, no matter what type of story, kink or whatever your mind wants to read. ask away and let your imagination run free, i have no limit except scat… n piss lol.

! i always prefer smut or fluff !

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my works:

kai smut - “i didnt want to, but you made it so easy.”

yet to come:

tate langdon - a touchy stargazer.

kit walker - “and at the end, it was just a little too much.”

warren lipka - (ill keep the title a secret for now :3)

i welcome you to this blog with open arms.

- <3 nov.

#please be nice to me #i love you !!!!!#writerscommunity #smut #ahs smut #american horror story #american horror murder house #american horror story smut #tate langdon #tate langdon smut #tate langdon fic #fic writer #tate langdon fluff #ahs cult #kai anderson #james patrick march #kyle spencer #kit walker

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kaiscumsock · 9 months

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evan peters evan peters evan peters

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yes-divine-ruler · 1 year

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Riding Tates face, but the boys so turned on he also cums in his pants. ❤️ I love your acc sm

You kept yourself up right with the support of Tate’s chest, the accelerated beating of his heart pounding through his skin and into your palms. His wet lips and tongue lapped at your sopping folds, one of his hands reaching upwards to knead your left breast. He was a moaning, spluttering mess under you, as your hips rut upwards every time he’d slide his tongue inside you.

“Tate, my god, that feels so fucking good,” you couldn’t contain your praise, and Tate couldn’t get enough of it. His cock pulsed behind the confines of his boxers, his toes curling with every lewd compliment that left your parted lips. He devoured you, lips wrapping around your clit and suckling on it gently.

Everything about it felt so intoxicating, and soon he’d formed a tiny wet patch where beads of pre-cum began to stain his boxers.

Every low moan that was elicited from Tate shuddered through your tense body, every minute of his pleasurable assault pushing you closer to your sweet release.

“Tate- fuck- I’m cumming.”

Your declaration had Tate chasing your orgasm, his lips swollen and his tongue aching as they expertly worked at your pussy.

When you came, Tate couldn’t contain himself any longer, revelling in the way your moans laced with profanity circulated the room, and the way your thighs shook around his head.

You didn’t have to touch him, not even once, for Tate to release himself, coating the insides of his boxers in a warm puddle of his seed. You groaned at the sight, letting Tate pepper kisses down your inner thighs between soft pants as you watched the last few twitches of his thick cock.

“I couldn’t help myself,” Tate muttered against your pussy, “everything about you is just so fucking pretty.”

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nyrasbloodyclover · 7 months

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#evan peters #american horror story #ahs #evan peters fanfic #kai anderson #tate langdon fic #tate langdon #american horror story fanfic #american horror story apocalypse #american horror murder house #tate ahs #tate langdon x reader

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evan4ever · 9 months

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could you write some smut ab evan being jealous?

I Don’t Share

Evan Peters

TW smut smut smut. Pretty dirty. 18+

Let’s just pretend I didn’t just take a 4 month hiatus 🫣. Anyways😅 enjoy! Didn’t proofread btw!

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“Are you always this funny?!” Finn (Wittrock) laughed along side of you, his hands on either side of his head as if you blew his mind. Your own loud laughter filled the dressing room, your head nodding to his question in confidence.

“I…” you start, struggling to catch your breath, “I am, in fact. I find myself to be quite the comedian!” Your laughter simmers to a quieter giggle, your eyes still looking at him confidently. He nods along, agreeing with your statement.

“I believe it! I can’t believe I haven’t sat and visited with you like this before. You really help lighten the mood and take some pressure off.” You smile at his light praise, not thinking anymore into it other than a new friend who happened to find you as funny as you like to think yourself to be.

“I try to stand back and not get in the way. I really enjoy watching Evan in his element. Meeting all of you happens to be a great plus.” You shrug lightly, nonchalantly.

“You’re something else. God, a mood, really! I’m glad I had the chance to finally have a real conversation to you. And not disappointed in the least!” He nudges your arm lightly with his as another string of giggles leaves both of your mouthes.

“I’m glad I could be at your service!” You joke, lifting your chin proudly.

As your conversation with Finn continues over the next hour, Evan frowns in the middle of his scene once again, overhearing it from the distance, causing the scene to be cut.

“Peters?!” The director yells in question. “The hell is your problem? Stay in character, this is the FOURTH time we’ve had to cut a scene for godsake!” Everyone glanced at Evan curiously, though he just lets out a deep breath and nods. “Right. Let’s take a break people!”

Everyone begins filing out for their short break. Even stands watching everyone while his ears zone in on the sounds of yours and Finn’s laughter still filling the whole building. He has no reason to be jealous, he wholeheartedly trusts you, but that pit of burning rage in his stomach can’t be helped. Usually, you’re out here, watching him, laughing with him. Usually, he gets to admire the beautiful sound of your giggles and the stunning sight of your smile. But today, you’re out of his sight, laughing with someone else, someone else admiring you the way he does. And it just doesn’t help that it’s a great coworker of his.

Finally, Evan peels himself from his spot in the middle of the set up and makes his way to the dressing room. The laughter between you and Finn loudens and the jealousy within Evan grows.

Before he marches into the dressing room, Evan manages to stop himself at the door and gather himself enough to make it less noticeable that he’s jealous. He clears his throat and knocks at the door before opening and walking in. Unfortunately, the sigh of you on the couch with Finn next to you, practically on and drooling over you, only furthers his jealously.

“Hey babe!” You grin at Evan, whose eyes are only on Finn. He quickly shoots you a smile before dropping it and clearing his throat, again.

“Hey, y/n, can I steal you for a minute? Got something to show you.” His smiles lessens to a tight lipped grin, and you quickly realize something is off with him. Your once giggling self now serious. You nod to Evan before looking over to Finn who gives you a knowing smile and nod.

Pushing yourself from the couch, you make your way to Evan who guides you past him and out the door, closing it behind him.

“Is everything oka-“

Your quickly cut off by Evan pulling you into a dark room, shutting the door and locking the two of you inside.

You stand in the middle of the small room, the smell of bleach and other cleaning products suggesting it’s the janitors closet, staring at Evan with confusion, what you can see of him on the dark anyways.

“What is up with you?” Your demeanor changes as you cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side with an annoyed look on your face.

All you can make out of him is his body standing before you, still. Until his arms moves behind his head and the sound of scratching suggests he is, awkwardly, itching the back oh his head.

“Evan, seriously, what’s your-“

“Finn.” He interrupts you. You raise your eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate.

“What about Finn-“

“He was flirting with you!” Evan barks loudly. Taken back, you drop your arms to your side and squint at him trying to see him better but to no avail.

“Jesus, is there not a light in here?!” You huff, turning and moving your hands all over the wall feeling for a light switch. You weren’t trying to divert the statement, but you just didn’t realize that’s what was happening, if it really was.

Through your quick hand movements against the wall, you suddenly feel Evans body move closer to yours, till he was practically against you. Your hands again drop to their sides as you stare into the darkness where Evan is. You can feel the tension, so thick you could cut it with a knife, but fuck was it turning you on. You could hear his deep breaths mixed with yours, feel the heat radiating from his body onto yours, you wanted nothing more than to fall into his lips but it was like you were paralyzed, wondering what was going through his mind.

Your body jolts slightly in surprise as the light suddenly turns on, looking above you and seeing Evans hand releasing the long beaded rope to the single lightbulb on the ceiling. A half chuckle escapes from your lips nervously as you look back to Evan, his dark eyes already peering into you, making the wind feel as if it’s knocked from your lungs.

Not often do you see this side of Evan. He’s a kind, gentle man. Even in bed. If you want it rough, you have to practically beg him because he just isn’t. It isn’t in him, despite what’s seen on TV. He’s an actor, after all. So to see him now, looking so dark and almost cold — it’s different. But damn, does it turn you on like nothing else.

You clear your throat as you attempt to stare him back down, but failing miserably.

“I didn’t know he was flirting with me, Evan.” You glance back to his unfaltering stare before looking away. “Really. He sat down and we just started visiting. I cracked a few jokes because the entire cast seemed on edge. It lightened the mood. That’s all it was to me. If it was more to him, I had no idea.” You explain in all honesty. It was a good time laughing with Finn, but you never looked at it more than a friend and a friend having a good time with a few good laughs.

But Evan didn’t find it funny. And he knows your part is truth, but it doesn’t stop the jealousy on the other end.

You are his, and his only.

After a few more awkward seconds of silence, you groan, shifting from one foot to the other. “Evan, seriously!” You whisper/yell, now finally looking into his eyes as he was yours, but within the second, Evan had you pinned against the closet wall. It had taken you by surprise, a breath drawn in and being held as you piece together what had just happened.

His face was so close to yours now, and all you could do was stare at his perfect, pink lips.

“I don’t share.” Your eyes flicker up to his in surprise at his words. Your lips part to say something but before you had a chance, his own lips crash onto them in a deep, passionate, open-mouthed kiss.

You melt into him, his arms holding you up by your waist now, until you find the strength to slide your arms up his biceps and onto either side of his face pulling him to you more if it were even possible. He allows you to hold onto him, pull on him, whatever it was you wanted to do he’d let you, because he was just as much yours as you were his.

Finally pulling away for some air, he looks back down at you noticing your now perfectly swollen pink lips, a half smile appearing on his own with pride. “I don’t share.” He repeats.

You gaze up at him in awe, a complete desperate mess against his body.

You nod slowly. “I don’t want you to.”

Evan let’s out a deep throaty sigh, quickly grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pulling it up with your sports bra, your arms raising to allow them to slide off you with ease, his hands immediately returning to your waist and gripping it so tightly it almost hurt, and pulling you back into a kiss.

Your hands quickly slide down his body and find the buttons of his jeans, fumbling with in an attempt to get them off him. His hands meet yours as he helps in undoing them and pulling them down enough to give him some freedom before moving to your athletic leggings. His fingers hoop underneath and slide them down your legs, wriggling yourself out of them as well and leaving you bare.

Without hesitation, Evans hand scoop you up from under your thighs and rest you against his waist, the wall helping hold you as well as your legs that wrap around him. His lips quickly meet your neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down to your collar bone.

“I would’ve liked your shirt off..” you hum, your head falling against the wall as you take pleasure in the feeling his lips have against your cold skin. You hear a chuckle from him, smiling slightly at knowing he was feeling less tense about the situation.

Evans head lifts and his eyes meet yours again. He takes a moment to gaze at you, taking in your beauty and rejoicing in the feeling of knowing you felt the same, regardless of the jealousy he had previously endured. His hands lifts from your waist and soothes some stray hairs that had fallen onto your face back before letting it rest gently against your head.

“I love you.” He hums, his thumb caressing over your cheek one onto your temple. You breathe in, enjoying this moment while it lasts, before pulling his face back to yours into soft kiss.

But as quick as the moment came, it went, feeling the kiss deepen into more passion and hunger for each other. Evans hands find your own that we’re holding his face, taking them in his and guiding them against the wall. He slides them up until they’re completely above you both, taking them into one of his hands easily and pressing them hard against it now so you had no chance of moving them.

He parts from you just enough to see what he was doing, your eyes watching his every move carefully and excitedly. He grabs ahold of his erection that had been pressing against your thigh this entire time and strokes it, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling and only turning you on further. It almost hurt how badly your pussy was aching to feel him inside of you.

He finally guides his dick to your entrance, lining it up perfectly and allowing himself to slide into it with ease. Your mouth parts as you moan in unison with him, your head falling back against the wall.

“Fuck…” he hums, “you’re so wet. All for me?” He glances up at you, still in excitement, and you nod quickly, almost aggressively, just ready for him to fuck you.

“Yes, yes” you whimper, attempting to rock your hips for some kind of friction to ease the ache that was still there. “Fuck, please Evan..” you open your eyes and meet his with a desperate pout. Evan grins, his eyebrows raising playfully.

“Please, what?”

You groan quietly. It’s so rare that he makes you beg for him to fuck you, but it was so goddamn hot when he does.

“Please.. please fuck me.” You beg, squeezing your eyes shut as your hips continue their attempt to rock against him for some relief.

“Tell me your mine.” He demands as he pulls out slightly. “Tell me how you only want me to fuck you, that you want Finn to watch so he knows you belong to me.” He’s now almost pulled from you completely, leaving behind a worsening ache and throb in your pussy.

“Fuck Evan! I’m yours! I’m only yours” you take a deep breath trying to control your uneven breathing and trembling, “I want Finn to watch you fuck me so good that he never wants to look at me again” you whine, fulfilling his wishes. You gasp loudly as he thrusts back into you hard, pulling out immediately after.

“Keep going.”

You meet his eyes, surprised with the complete dominance he’s taken right now. And you were happily going to oblige.

“I want Finn to see your cock fucking my dripping cunt so he knows just how wet you make me..” Evan slams himself back into you causing another moan to escape, “I want him to know just how good you make me feel, I want him to know that no one else can fuck me like you do.”

Evan repeats his thrust into you, speeding up with every word that leaves your tongue. His grip on your wrists tighten so much that it’s sure to leave a few marks, but the pain is nonexistent as you disappear into the complete ecstasy feeling that overtakes your body.

“Fuck, yes… I want Finn to watch you make me cum all over your dick.” You moan out, the sound of his hips slapping into yours so loud that surely, everyone has to hear it.

Your legs wrap around his waist tighter as his thrusts grow faster and sloppier. His head falls against your chest, his free hand gripping your waist tightly to keep you in place.

“He’ll know only i can fuck you like this..” Evan repeats your words in a deep groan, his teeth taking your delicate skin on your chest between them and nibbling hard, until a dark purple mark is left. “Only I can mark you when and we’re I want.” He moans, kissing the bruise and resting his forehead against you.

“Fuck yes, don’t stop fucking me Evan” you whimper, your fingers attempting to grip onto his that are still holding them. “I want you to make me cum so good that he can hear it from in here.” You beg.

He grins against your skin, releasing your waist and letting his hand find its way between your bodies until it stops on your clit. He quickly starts circling it with his thumb, your mouth parting in a gasp and your body jolting at the new overpowering sensation.

“Oh right there, yes Evan, fuck!” You whimper put more moans, Evan moaning at the beautiful sounds you make and speeding both his thrusts and his thumb up to help you reach your high. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum” you nod to him as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten more and more with every move he makes.

With one final hard thrust, you crumble into him as your orgasm takes over your body, a long string of moans filling the small closet as your high makes Evan reach his, pulling out and stroking his dick to ride his out, his thumb working on your clit to ride yours out.

As your moans quiet, your legs shake as they attempt to keep themselves wrapped around his waist. Evan slowly releases your wrists from above your head and carefully helps you stand, his hands holding your waist again for support as you catch your breath. You lean yourself back into the wall, lazily smiling up at him as you watch him tuck himself back into his boxers and jeans.

He glanced at you as you watch him on awe and shoots you a nearly embarrassed smile before reaching down for your clothing. He hands your shirt and bra to you before bending down and opening one pant leg and letting you hold onto him as you slip your foot into it, then he opens the other pant leg and slides them up onto your waist. You take a moment to put your shirt on, then lean back into the wall as you stare at each other.

“I’m not sure where that came from..”

“It was hot.” You cut him off. He blinks a few times, his cheeks reddening before pulling you to him into a hug. Your arms wrap around him gently but tightly.

“You never have to worry where my head or heart is at Evan,” you reassure him, feeling him nod into the crook of your neck. “There is not one person on this planet that could ever make me want to give you up. You’re all I could ever want.”

You hear him sigh, feeling his body relax more into your hold.

You hug each other for a few more minutes before finally pulling away, meeting the others eyes.

Evan clears his throat and looks around the room. “Um, I’m pretty sure the whole studio heard us so… sorry for what’s to come when he walk out.”

You press your lips together tightly trying to hide the embarrassed smile, but nod firmly and take ahold of his hand in yours.

“We walk out confidently.” You state, glancing up at him as he tries to stifle the laugh, only making you giggle with him.

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evanpeterswhoresblog · 10 months

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I love your fics omg you're so talented

Can you make an adult world fic? Alex obviously. Like reader is working with him and Alex keeps pushing vibrators on her skin and laughing n stuff. Then she's sick of his shit right so then she goes to the back and does her thing out there but Alex keeps teasing her and he goes out back with her and he starts to like rub himself on her and put her hand on his boner. Stuff like that. Kinda non con but the reader likes it she just doesn't want to admit it.

Can you make Alex make the reader give him head too? If it's too much just do the teasing. Luv u <3

i tried my best to make this fit your request i hope i did alright, i’ve never really written anything non con i don’t even know if this fits as the category lol but either way hope you enjoy :)

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The Late Shift

Alex (Adult World) x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, slight non con, oral male receiving, sex toys (not used for sex tho), pretty rough sex tbh, lmk what else if i missed any

summary: as you and alex are doing your last work for the night, things take a different turn than what you expected…

word count: 2.2k

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You’ve never been big on sex. You like it of course. But you’ve never been one to experiment with sex toys or watch a ton of porn. So how you ended up working for a sex shop is a mystery. You were desperate for a job, and Adult World happened to be the closest, easiest place hiring. It’s been an easy job, for the most part. Except for one thing.

Your manager.

Alex is a good person, he’s funny, kind, and when you’re confused on anything he’s a great help. The only issue is how fucking attracted you are to him. You swear he’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. His dark curly hair, dark mysterious eyes, he’s perfect. You’ve never wanted a guy more than you want Alex. It makes working with him hard, but so far, you’ve managed. Barely.

Right now, the two of you are unpacking new sex toys for the store. You talk casually, but you focus more of your attention on the crazy shapes and sizes these dildos are. Alex must notice your surprise.

“Would you ever use one of these?” He asks, holding up a glass dildo with patterns on it.

You chuckle. “I think that thing would tear me apart.”

“I’ve seen girls stick way crazier things up their pussy’s, like food and shit,” Alex replies with a laugh.

“So that’s what you jerk off to? Good to know,” you tease.

“Yeah, I bet you wanted to know. Just so you know, ff I go searching tomorrow night and find a video of you sticking a cucumber up your pussy, I’ll cum so hard.”

You feel your cheeks go red at his comment but keep your composer. Sometimes Alex says things that make you a little uncomfortable, but you know it’s all jokes so you don’t care too much. Plus, it gives you hope that maybe he has the same feelings for you.

“Hey y/n, get a look at this,” Alex says.

Before you can look you feel the vibrations on your skin. You flinch and push Alex’s hand away, but he keeps putting the vibrator on you. He’s laughing, you’re not. You don’t find his distractions entertaining right now. After a few seconds of this you slap the vibrator out of his hand and glare at him.

“Stop Alex, I’m trying to work,” you snap. He keeps laughing and with each second that passes you become more annoyed.

“It’s just a joke calm your tits. I’m the manager dude it’s not like we’re gonna get in trouble for talking,” he replies.

You huff. “Just, stop okay.”

“How about you stop being such a buzz kill,” he mumbles under his breath.

You ignore his comment and continue to unpack. Things are calm for a few minutes, before Alex gets his hands on another vibrator. He presses it against your cheek this time. You immediately slap his hand away again, but this time you stand up and try your hardest not to lose your cool. He looks up at you, about to speak, but you cut him off before he can.

“I’m gonna take this box out to the garbage,” you say, picking up an empty box that once contained a number of dildos and walking to the back door without listening to his reply.

You wonder why he’s being so difficult tonight. He typically talks a lot during your shifts together, but this is different. Usually, his jokes and comments aren’t too bad, why’s tonight different? You get to the back of the store quick and stuff the box into the dumpster. When that’s done you lean back on the brick wall, a sigh escapes your lips at the silence, it’s nice not hearing Alex’s voice. You grab your phone out of your pocket and start to text your friends back.

Sadly, your peace is interrupted after only five minutes. Alex calls your name from the door, telling you to come back in and help him finish before you guys have to close up. You silently curse but follow his instructions. You feel a bit bad; you know he’s not trying to make you upset, but he just is. You promise yourself you’ll try your hardest to tolerate him, after all you only have an hour left till the store closes. You can suck it up.

You’re walking down one of the aisles when Alex appears in front of you. You give him a small smile. You feel worse looking at his innocent face. Maybe you were overreacting.

“Sorry for walking out, I’m just tired and I want to go home,” you apologize.

“I get it, I’m sorry if I was being annoying, I really like making you laugh. Sometimes I try too hard,” he replies with a small laugh.

You smile. “That’s sweet.”

“You think so?”

You begin to walk toward him, toward the last unopened boxes. “Of course, I’m very flattered you enjoy my laughter. But anyway, how about we speed through the last of the boxes and go home early? You think they’ll notice?”

“Probably not,” he answers.

You’re close enough to him that you expect him to move aside so you can go to the unfinished work, but he doesn’t. Instead of moving he simply stares down at you, a strange look in his eyes. You know that look, you’ve looked at him like that. He wants you. If it were any other day, you’d be ecstatic. But right now, all you want to do is finish the tasks and go home. You look around him, trying to signal that you want him to move. He doesn’t.

“So, let's get this shit over with,” you say, clear as day about what you want.

He still doesn’t move. “You know y/n, you’re more fun when you aren’t taking this job seriously.” He steps closer to you, only a foot now separating the two of you. “I want that version of you right now.”

You laugh awkwardly. “Come on Alex, I just want to go home.”

“I’ll be quick, but I assumed you wanted something that would last longer.”

He puts his hands on your shoulders and backs you up against a shelf. Your heart rate quickens, is this real? You stare into his eyes, a confused expression on your face. You’ve had dreams of this happening, but in all of them you wanted it, right now you don’t exactly want it.

“Alex...” you say. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t play coy, I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know you want this too,” he answers, his lips curling up into a devilish smirk. He presses his body against you and you feel how hard he is, it makes you gasp. “I want it really bad.”

You don’t know what to say. Part of you wants to push him off you and run out of the store, but another part of you wants to see where this goes. You feel him start to rub himself against your leg, it makes you feel paralyzed. He’s too strong to push away, you think. It would be useless to try. So, you realize your fate lies with what Alex chooses to do.

He leans his head down, softly pressing his lips against yours. You can’t deny how long you’ve wanted this to happen. You just wish it wasn’t happening right this second. Nevertheless, you kiss him back, your mind adjusting to the knowledge that this is going to happen. You let him grope your breasts, squeezing and massaging them through your shirt. You even let him scoop you up in his arms and carry you to one of the desks in the back office. Though, you didn’t have much of a choice to start with.

He lays you down on a desk, his lips moving feverishly with yours. You can’t keep it together. His lips are moving so aggressively, they’re so soft. He bites down on your bottom lip and you groan into his mouth, the pain making that feeling between your thighs grow. He pulls his lips away and starts to kiss down your neck, leaving hickeys behind as he takes your delicate skin into his mouth. You throw your head back and moan, he pushes your knees apart and fills the space with his body.

“Alex... are there any cameras back here?” You ask, your breath ragged as he sucks a spot near your collar bone.

“Course not,” he answers in a hushed tone.

“Are you sure we should be doing this? What if someone comes in?” You’re second guessing this, maybe you should’ve protested more. The last thing you want is to have a customer come in and catch this.

“Just be quiet y/n it’s fine,” he responds.

You’re about to speak again, but that’s when he starts to rub one of his hands up your thigh and right between your thighs. You moan again as he starts to rub you through your pants. He knows exactly what he’s doing and it makes you feel like your body is floating.

He trails his kisses back up your neck until he catches your lips again. You kiss him hard, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. You buck your hips; you need more pressure. Alex understands this and presses his fingers harder on your jeans right over your clit. You’re so wet, you need him. You’ve never felt such desire for another human being.

“I want you to do something for me,” Alex says against your lips.

“Anything,” you reply without thinking, you’re too wrapped up on how good he’s rubbing you.

He pulls back and you open your eyes, he’s unbuckling his belt. You sit up on your elbows and watch as he pulls down his jeans, his hard cock very noticeable. He grabs your hands and pulls you forward till you’re off the desk. You’re confused until he pushes you down onto your knees, his crotch right in front of your face. You look up at him, he brushed a hand though your hair.

You don’t really want to suck his dick, but you’re too afraid of him forcing you that you don’t object. Instead, you pull him boxers down and stoke him gently. He sighs in pleasure and continues to brush his fingers through your hair. You don’t waste any more time. You start by slowly swirling your tongue around his tip, enjoying the way he whispers your name. After that, you lick down his shaft, you don’t like when dicks are dry down your throat.

Soon enough you’re deepthroating him, practically gagging on his dick. He’s a moaning mess, both his hands tangled in your hair. You don’t mind it as much as earlier. You even enjoy certain parts. Like how when you move your tongue as you suck, he’ll praise you, or how when you tighten your lips around him, he groans. With each sound that leaves him your panties become more and more wet.

When he’s close to cumming he pushes you off him, telling you to take your clothes off and lay back down on the desk. You do exactly as he says and before long, he’s back between your thighs, leaving wet kisses all over your body. You can’t handle how much you need him. The heart beat between your legs is all you can think of, and when he brushes his tip between your soaked folds you almost moan.

You grip his shoulders, your eyes locked on his. “Alex just fuck me already.”

“Someone’s needy,” he mumbled, his tone sending tingles throughout your body. He positions his tip at your entrance and leans down to connect your lips. “But your wish is my command.”

With that, he begins to fuck you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your nails digging into his shoulders. He thrusts at a pace that makes your toes curl. It’s so hard, so deep, so perfect. The desk rocks so hard you think the legs might break. You don’t even care. All you care about is that Alex doesn’t stop, not for anything.

He does though, but for a good reason. He pulls out of you and before you can even question it, he grabs you, flips you, and bends you over the edge of the desk. He resumes his thrusts, and you can’t help but moan loud enough that anyone in the store would be able to hear. You almost scream when he grabs your hips and pulls you back, his dick hitting right on your cervix over and over again. It’s almost too much for you to take.

He leans down after a few minutes and whispers in your ear, “You feel so fucking good y/n, it’s so hard not to cum.”

“Alex,” you moan.

“Are you close baby?” He breathes.

“Yes, please keep going,” you answer.

In minutes you cum so hard you swear you see stars. You moan Alex’s name so loud you’re sure everyone in the building next door can hear you. It’s the best feeling of your life. Your legs give out, Alex has to hold you up. Your nails dig into the desk, your whole face turns red, and you feel those orgasmic pulses throughout your entire body. He cums soon after you, pulling out and spilling his seed onto your back. You’re grateful, you forgot to tell him you weren’t on the pill.

“Well,” he says as you’re both still trying to catch your breath. “That was definitely better than unpacking those boxes.”

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