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nolovelingers · 8 months

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hi omg i loved ur hcs for ethan landry as ur bf <333 do you think you could write something like that, but for tate langdon, please?

TATE LANGDON AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧

ೄྀ࿐ requested ! ˊˎ-

headcanons — // cw ! : dark themes ,, obsessive tendencies,, nsfw !! similar to ethans i try to keep these as realistic as my silly little mind is able to think !! very toxic relationship 🌀 talk of self harm & smoking

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SFW !!

TATE LANGDON AS YOUR BOYFRIEND . . . is like meeting someone who’s not like anyone you’ve ever met. there are no duplicates, copies or a person even remotely similar to the dark eyed boy.

there’s always been something about his odd personality that has a strange charm to it. he’s always held himself up to his own standards and even back before the entire westfield high situation he’s been very picky about his living style and the people he surrounds himself with.

so therefore when he met you, the stilled silence to his violent tornado, it was as if everything else in the world dimmed and the spotlight shone to you.

he would never leave you alone. not when you move rooms, not if you try to have people over, not when you stormed into the backyard and sat under the flickering moon as you desperately grasped for alone time. not even when you go to the bathroom.

the second he came into your life and you allowed him to, privacy no longer existed. the only time he would ever leave was if he had his own emergency to partake to or if your guardian(s) were around.

at first it was cute, you couldn’t really deny the fact that having a boyfriend so attached to the hip and dependent made your heart flutter in some sort of way. but you quickly learned that even as dreamy as it sounds it’s not all that great.

if you run to the bathroom and lock yourself inside the langdon boy is fast to follow suite, confused on where or what you were running from until he watched you shut the restroom door and he slid his back against it; knees brought up to his chest as he patiently waited for you to come back out. and trust me, he will wait. doesn’t matter if it’s hours or even half of the day. he won’t move an inch.

you hardly invite friends over but the few times you do you’re fast to regret it. you tell him your friends coming over, hoping he’ll take the hint to leave, and he’ll only blankly stare at you; face devoid of any emotion as he mutters a gentle ‘oh’ before returning to looking through your collections of whatever it is you have an abundance of. maybe books, cd’s, vinyls, comics, posters, crystals/rocks, stuffed animals, funky socks or a hoard of animal bones; there’s nothing in your room tate hasnt gotten his hands on.

even after you alert him of the approaching company unless you plan on shoving him out or repeatedly asking him to leave he doesn’t plan on going anywhere. he’s terrible at reading social cues and you have to spell out the simplest things for him.

he’s quick to judge your friends, not one of them is good enough for you in his mind and he’ll be sure to voice that. sometimes even straight to their face; with a blank expression and no emotion behind his eyes. it doesn’t matter how close or how long you’ve known someone, could even be your whole life, they’re not good for you like he is.

he often says the most terrible and disgusting things about them to your face, judging you heavily for the people you hang around and making you feel insecure.

he is definitely the type to drive wedges in between all of your relationships. just with your friends at first but as the relationship furthers he begins to do the same to your family too.

obviously he can’t leave the house but if there was ever a time you ranted about someone you dislike, hurt your feelings or overall anything spoken poorly about them he would remember it till halloween and carefully map out their murder. i mean, you wanted them to die right? why else would you tell him about it?

tate is extremely oblivious to your emotions. he loves you so much and it’s clear to him you must be meant for each other. so no matter how you feel back, reciprocated or not tate would assume you liked him too. he refuses to be in the friend zone and throws a hissy fit if you ever even try.

as we all known he’s one of the prettiest criers out there and this is very useful when it comes to manipulating. he knows you have a weak spot for seeing his tears and now anytime you try to lecture him, kick him out or he feels as though you’re not understanding his (rather malicious) side of the story the tears are quick to fall. but the tricky thing here is that they are always real tears of sadness and regret; it’s just as though he’s reprogrammed himself to cry at any minor inconvenience.

his favorite cuddle position is spooning and he often likes to be the little spoon. no one in his life has ever cared for him enough (or at least in his eyes they haven’t), and when you have your arms securely around him, pulling him into you; it’s like heaven on earth. he feels so safe, warm and comforted. there are of course days where the rolls switch but there’s really no denying he prefers to be the one being spooned.

id definitely say he’s a sort of pathological liar and even when he doesn’t mean for it to happen lies fall from his mouth as easy as tears stream from his eyes. it could be about the stupidest shit or it could be actually serious as he tries to work his way out of a situation he’s actually at fault for.

this makes it really hard to trust him, because it’s eerily scary how easy it is for him to lie straight to your face with even blinking, or come up with excuses on the spot. i know people like to claim they’re usually good at picking up when people are lying to them but with tate it’s a huge challenge. he’s unnaturally good at it and doesn’t hesitate.

it’s not easy to pick up on his fibs in the moment but there are a few times you’re able to realize later on; as his stories don’t add up or he forgot his lie in the first place and comes up with a completely different one when asked the same question from before.

and even then once he gets caught; deny deny deny. you’re the one in the wrong for accusing him of something like that when he just has a poor memory and suddenly you’re the bad guy for pointing fingers even though you’re the one with evidence and he just throws out empty accusations.

if you smoke i think he’d love to break into your stash a lot, he didn’t use weed before his death but once you introduce him i see him as a sort of mini-stoner. he’ll use your stuff without even asking. he kind of contradicts himself in that way because for the most part when he was still living he thought people who smoked or drank were stupid, ruining their body. he looked down on them. when you’re dead though you cant really destroy your body and though he still doesn’t like drinking he’ll indulge in smoking.

if you do any sort of after school activity or club he’ll encourage you to quit, telling you how it’s all stupid and a waste of time that you could be spending together. if you refuse he’ll try to sabotage it for you the best he can while being confined to the house. maybe sending a nasty email to your teacher/coach or by ruining a uniform or equipment you use.

there’s definitely times when he’s asked you to drop out of highschool to which you immediately declined and there’s not really much else he could do about this nuisance.

langdon will put you onto his likes and interests, music or movies he has a taste for. he’ll try the stuff you like as well but he’s quick to judge and doesn’t do second thoughts or tries. if he doesn’t like it he won’t even pretend to and will harsh out negative reviews before you turn it off. and then he’ll act confused on why you suddenly stopped it but he’s very glad you did. he couldn’t stand it.

and because of this when you’re hanging out it’s all about what tate wants to do. the music he wants to play. the things he wants to talk about and the films he wants to watch.

jealousy is a major problem for him and the mention of really anyone, but especially if it’s a guy, will have his blood pumping and his head spinning.

to him, he only has you. it should be the same way around, he absolutely hates that you have and know other people that aren’t just him.

tw? — if you ever try to leave him he goes all out and puts on the most dramatic show you’ve literally ever seen. throwing himself against walls, screaming and crying his eyes out, burying his head in his knees and clutching at his hair while begging and pleading for you to stay. he doesn’t get angry at all but turns more pathetic and desperate as he clings onto you. lots of “ill do better”, “you can’t leave me”, “tell me what I did wrong” and “you’re all I have”’s leaving his lips. if this doesn’t work he’ll harm himself in front of you, smashing his head against the wall or even using a sharp tool to cut into his arm while only asking one thing. “is this what you want?”

tw? — it’s a very draining relationship and can impact your mental space a lot. if you self harm he will catch you eventually, whether it’s while in the act or the scars/scabs from after. he’ll grab your arm (not assuming that’s where you sh, just so he has a grip on you), asking you how you could be so selfish (which is his way of caring) and then asking you to cut him instead anytime you wanted to hurt yourself. this is obviously off putting and drives a wedge between you for a while, which he will trap you back by guilting you and apologizing. (even though he was completely serious when asking and still is.)

the blonde haired boy lives for your validation. he’s constantly asking for reassurance and pestering you with loads of questions. whether if it’s if you like his outfit to if you still had feelings for him or not.

he’s a huge listener than he is a talker and could sit for hours, happily criss crossed and a toothless and content smile on his face while you go on about every little detail of your day.

he’s definitely asked you to do his eyeliner before but would rather die (again) than have anything else applied to his skin. it would cripple his masculinity.

overall he’s very touchy, craving for any contact he can get with you. resting his head on your shoulder, holding hands, his hand on your thigh or pinkies intwined. he always has to be touching you in some way.

recommending books and songs are one of his all time favorite things to do and he does expect you to read or listen to all of his suggestions. he’ll ask you about it a few days later after initially suggesting it and will get upset if you still haven’t looked into it.

tate hardly gets angry, he’s very sensitive as we all know and most of the time it ends in his hysterical sobs; but when the fire inside him lights it’s terrifying.

if you weren’t the one to make him angry you’d usually be okay, he’d rant about it to you while you played with his hair; describing all of the horrendous ways he wanted to see the person or thing he’s mad at crash and burn. if he’s angry at you it’s like he moves on his own, putting you in a chokehold and slamming you against the wall, yelling and pointing fingers at you. pushing items off your desks/dressers/shelf’s and you make him go away; scared of him hurting you. he wouldn’t, not intentionally, but it was a very scary sight to see.

of course within hours he’d return, tears streaming down his face and begging on his knees for your forgiveness, arms latched around your legs as he sobbed into them and refused to let go until you forgave him.

as much as he loves you and wants you to be together forever, he would never purposefully go to the extent of killing you in the house so you could stay with him forever at the age you are. it sucks, he knows it sucks, but he does have a boundary set for that. he doesn’t want you stuck there for the rest of your life. he’s just hoping you’ll stay in that house with him willingly anyway. he’d let you go after crying his heart out for days, but he’d never let you forget him or move on. and being honest; he would probably start to regret the decision.

his love for you goes beyond words, it consumes him completely. he knows now his purpose. the day he died in that house and the years that passed waiting up to the day he met you.

he was made for loving you, in his own sick way. you are his entire heart.

NSFW !!

tate is a switch in the bedroom, but he’s so easy to dominate which makes him lead towards being more submissive. of course he’ll be in his dominant moods, there’s no doubt, but it’s laughable how easy it is to take control back over him.

he loves to overstimulate you, fucking you or relentlessly giving you head for hours, not giving you rest inbetween as you beg for him to stop through shattered moans.

(if you’re a female) — we all know about his mommy issues and he definitely incorporates that into the bedroom in some ways.

(if you’re a female) — he’s a tits man rather than ass and anytime you’re going at it your shirt has to be off, he doesn’t care what size breasts you have all he wants is to attach his mouth around your nipples and tease them with his tongue, sucking lightly before leaving hickeys all over them.

(if you’re a female) — he has the best fuck me eyes the worlds ever seen and when he’s bottoming he can’t stop himself from calling you ‘mama’.

he’s very kinky, and he has put on the infamous leather suit before to fuck you. it makes him feel more powerful, like he’s in control.

when he’s topping he’ll have one hand pinning one of your arms above your hand while using his other to interlace your fingers, crying into your neck with all the pleasure he’s feeling.

he’s not the greatest on cleaning up afterwords but he always snuggles you, cuddling up to you in a ball and resting his head soundly on your chest as his breathing slows and he drifts off.

but the most important thing to know — tate is godly at sex. he doesn’t have the most experience in the world but he definitely wasn’t a virgin by the time you met and he knows what he’s doing.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ a/n : thank you sm for requesting , made my day !! i hope that this is to your liking, i appreciate the compliment ab my ethan headcanon i tried my best <33. my inbox is open to all !!

started 08.06.23. finished 08.07.23.

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violetsblade · 2 years

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𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 - 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐧

his hand stretched up to hold yours as he left flowy kisses on your thighs. you're in nothing but your panties as he starts kissing softly on your beating clit

you struggle to breathe when he slowly starts to peel down your panties that were practically glued to your sticky pussy, wetness stringing on the fabric as he tosses it to the side. his brown doe eyes are soft, and caring as they look back up to you with reassurance and patience, swollen lips in a smile before all you see is his blonde locks as he licks up a sharp swipe in your slit, he moaned into your cunt, tongue ruthless as he rubs and flicks your clit with it, those doe eyes looking back up to you with pure bliss as he watches you moan and squeal

"Tate! fuck!" you cry out as your cunt gushes and whines against his face, your legs wrap around him as you start to almost hump his face, his fingers tease your twitching hole as it clenches and unclenches around nothing, practically begging for a cock to fill it up.

he inserts a finger before another slips in almost too easily, pretty moans escaping your lips constantly as he starts to fuck his way in your tight cunt.

"you were like this all day?" he asks in pure curiosity, noticing how you squeezed your thighs together all day, your confession earlier on how you've been horny all day leads his cock to start weeping with pre-cum that stains his boxers

"m-m hm" you let out in cries, you can't focus on his questions when his fingers are fucking up your cunny like this. he nods and dips down to start licking at your clit again, his movement are soft and planned out, kissing your pussy before making out with it, his head twisting side to side as he manages to tongue fuck your pussy while his fingers curl upwards towards the spot that has you screaming

"'m gonna cum" you tell him as he speeds up, that pretty little knot you have been building since he had his breath on your cunt snapped and cum spurted out onto his fingers and mouth, he lapped it with excitement and smiled back up to your with a wet, pussy drunk grin.

"that was fun" he smiled

"fuck yeah it was" you said in ragged breaths as he laid one more kiss on your clit before sitting up to lay one on your lips <3

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fear-is-truth · 26 days

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The Evans

their reactions when meeting their partner's friend who flirts with them.

warnings: violence. mentions of sex. cursing. good ol’ murder. the usual

requested by : anon

“the evans meeting one of the readers friends and that friend tries to flirt with them? like the reader is like "hey this is my friend" and the friend immediately starts flirting with them, even tho they know they're in a relationship. like how would they react?”

Tate Langdon

flat out ignores their advances.

he won’t even hesitate to call out your friend’s behavior.

“I think your friend here wants me to fuck her. so obvious that it’s kinda sad, really.” in a deadpan tone.

proceeds to roast the hell out of them.

“You remind me of my mother.. ugly, unwanted and a total whore,”

bro is a savage. your friendship pretty much ruined at that point. (mission accomplished)

pre cult! Kai Anderson

boy would be a mess and kinda freak out like he’d have no idea what he did to get this attention.

avoids eye contact.

follows you around like a puppy cuz he does not want to be left alone with your annoying friend and make things super awkward.

blue hair!pre-cult Kai would simply lose his temper and slap them. dude has zero chill.

cult leader! Kai Anderson

okay first of all what kind of dumb bitch would even have the audacity to flirt with this guy?

as if his ego couldn’t get even more inflated-

he’d wouldn’t flirt back, but he’ll allow it to happen just to see your reaction.

smug as hell.

if you kill the slut, he’d get so horny and fuck you then and there.

“shit.. you killed her?”

“…”

“attagirl.”

James Patrick March

I imagine two possible scenarios:

a.) he’d call your friend a “filthy harlot with no shame or self respect” right to their face then kill them.

b.) he’d put on a very polite facade and then kill them.

either way, they end up dead.

he’ll make sure that you watch (or participate) the torture and process of the murder.

because you are his goddess and he’s your no.1 simp.

makes sure that they die outside the hotel, too.

“perhaps you should be more careful about what sort of crowd you associate yourself with, dear,”

frat boy!Kyle Spencer

point blank refuses to flirt back.

finds ways to include you into the conversation, like what you guys are planning to do after college, that cool ice cream shop you two tried out on a date etc.

the type of guy who says “no, I have a girlfriend,” instead of “sorry, I have a girlfriend,” that’s a huge difference y’all, jot that down!

franken! Kyle

don’t even worry about it. sweet boy only has eyes for you.

worry about your friend. you know what happened to madison lol

Kit Walker

laughs along politely but refuses any physical contact.

lowkey annoyed as hell.

stays close to you at all times, casually holding your hand or flirting with you in hopes that your friend would get the hint.

the second your friend leaves, he’d roll his eyes, smile at you and breath a sigh of relief.

Jimmy Darling

he’d smile and wink, not in a flirty way but like in a friendly good-natured way.

kinda backfired because who can resist the jimmy darling wink™?! your dumb friend actually thought they had a chance.

he’d feel super guilty about accidentally leading them on and even more guilty at upsetting you.

gets super handsy and affectionate. lowkey panicky that you’d get mad.

becomes frustrated if your friend keeps on with the flirting. won’t try to hide his annoyance.

might raise his voice slightly.

Austin Sommers

bro casually flirts with everyone.

all genders, for that matter.

it’s all part of his sparkling personality.

but no worries. he’s just playing with his supper. gotta fix the ‘hungies’

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frankenkyle19 · 1 year

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Be my good boy

WHOOOOOO here we go. Think this is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written. wordcount: about 1.5k I think

triggers/warnings: mommy kink, sub Tate, handjobs, oral (male receiving), slight overstimulation, begging

You and Tate had been together for a while. Sex was nothing new to either of you, especially sex with each other. Tate was always horny, it took almost nothing to get him going. That’s why when you were sitting on your bed, reading a book you had just picked out, Tate made himself known to you.

“Hey y/n” he said from the doorway, startling you a bit. You beckoned him to come sit next to you, but paid no mind to him after that, turning your attention back to the book.

After a few minutes you began to grow frustrated with how fidgety Tate was next to you.

“Tate can you please stop moving- it’s really annoying-“

“I’m sorry-“ he mumbled. He sounded… pained? You turned over to look at him, his usual pale face was covered in a crimson flush, his palms sweaty and clamped together. His sugary brown eyes met yours, blinking up at you. He looked like the most magnificent being you’d ever seen. He blinked a few times before he spoke. And what he said nearly sent you into cardiac arrest.

“Mommy-“

“What-“ You blinked in confusion, looking at the boy next to you with wide eyes. What had he just said?

He flushed in embarrassment, sweater sleeves covering his hands as he fidgeted “mommy- it’s like- it can be a sexual term. Like daddy- you know when you call me daddy sometimes?” His voice was so soft, and there was a hint of neediness behind it.

“You want to call me mommy?”

“Mmm, yes please” he whispered. You noticed how his hips seemed to involuntarily grind up into the air, in search of a friction that he didn’t receive.

“Are you horny right now, Tate?” You asked, marking the page of your book and setting it down before sitting up, taking a closer look at his body. As your eyes trailed down his frame, you noticed the bulge in his blue jeans. Well that answers your question.

“Tate- baby, why didn’t you say something?” You frowned a bit. He was usually so vocal with his needs.

“I just- I want you momma-“ he whispered, voice cracking on the last word as he looked at you for approval. That’s all he ever wanted from you.

“Of course baby, of course.” You whispered, hand coming to rest on his thigh, which caused an immediate reaction. He whined softly, hips bucking up at the feeling of your hand so close to where he needed it. He needed you. He felt like he was going to explode if you didn’t touch him soon.

“Momma- m’so hard, I need you.”

You gently shushed him, pulling him into a kiss as your hand gently brushed over the bulge in his pants. He was hot and heavy, and oh so ready for your touch.

Tate was a strange being. His emotions, habits, and actions, but right now all he wanted was for you to take care of him.

“I’m gonna make you feel better, okay baby? Does that sound good?” He barely managed a nod as you palmed him before unbuttoning his pants “you gotta help momma, okay?” The nickname was foreign on your tongue, but it wasn’t bad. In fact, it was kind of enjoyable.

He lifted his hips for you to get his pants and boxers off in one go, letting them fall somewhere on the floor.

His cock hit his stomach, leaving a shining trail of pre-cum in its midst. His tip was red and swollen, his shaft covered in thick veins. He felt himself twitch as you looked at him and he swore right then and there that he could cum untouched.

“Baby, you’re so hard, how long have you been like this?” You cooed as you gently traced a finger up his length

“M-most of the day… I tried to jerk off but I couldn’t… get there.” He mumbled, obviously embarrassed.

“Oh baby boy, you should have told me sooner.” You gently wrapped your hand around him, which caused him to cry out “shh, Tate, baby, you’ve gotta be quiet.” Your free hand covered his mouth as you slowly stroked him.

His cock easily slipped between your fingers as you stroked him, his pre-cum lubing his dick as well as your hand.

He threw his head back into the mattress as a groan left his lips, his hips bucking into the heavenly touch.

“Oh f-fuckkk momma-“ He panted, sweat glistening on his forehead as he pulled up his sweater to see your movements, before deciding to pull it off all together. He was much too hot with it on anyway. To watch his cock slide in and out of your hand, a crude squelch every time your hand passed over his tip before going back down, made his head spin, pleasure creeping up his spine.

“I think you deserve a bit more than my hand, don’t you baby?” You whispered, pausing your movements

“Like w-what- oH FUCK-“ he was cut off by a curse, a moan being ripped from his throat as he felt the warmth of your mouth on the tip of his cock.

You did not give him head a lot, not because you didn’t enjoy it, but because he was so fucking loud when you did do it. The whole neighborhood could probably hear his screams.

He tried to buck up into the warmth of your mouth, but you quickly stopped that, pressing down on his stomach with your hands.

Your tongue traced his slit before lightly dipping into it, licking off the bead of pre-cum that slipped out.

Tate swore he saw stars. His vision was hazy from pleasure and he could barely lift his head up to watch you as you traced his tip with your tongue.

“Momma- more- mghh- p-please-“ he whined, “I want to cum- f-fuck please-“

“Aww baby boy-“ you cooed, before squeezing the base of his cock, perhaps a bit too hard, just to get your point along “not yet.”

He yelped at the pressure on the base of his cock and cried out, a tear slipping down his cheek at the feeling of the pain mixed with pleasure

“So fucking greedy Tate- god, look at you. You’re such a slut-“

“Momma!” He cried at your words, shaking his head “m’not, I’m your good boy-“ his bottom lip quivered, doe eyes threatening to overflow with tears.

“Are you my good boy, Tate? Are you?” You squeezed him harder as he tried to squirm away

“I am! I am momma I promise! P-please- please be gentle oh god-“ He was torn between bucking into your touch or shrinking away from it. It was so fucking much, but it was so so good.

“You are my slut, baby boy. Bet you’d even let me fuck you, wouldn’t you? Let mommy fuck you with a strap on? Fuck your tight little ass?” Your free hand slipped below his balls and trailed to his hole, running a finger over it gently. “Has anyone ever touched you here, baby boy?”

“No momma- oh god- please please- it hurts- it hurts so bad I need to cum-“ he was so pretty when he begged.

“You’re so pretty Tate, such a good boy.” You went back to stroking him. He got used to the pleasure once more, and once he was distracted you slipped a finger inside of him. You didn’t move it, didn’t dare scare him, just let him get accustomed to the feeling. He faltered a bit, the new feeling foreign but not bad.

“Momma?” He questioned as he looked down at you. You’d never done this with him before. It was new to the both of you

“Shh baby boy, I’ve got you. Gonna make you feel so good.” His hole clenched around your finger, sucking it in farther. It stung a bit, but god it felt so fucking good.

His stomach tensed as he got closer to his release “m-momma please let me cum- please I can’t- I can’t hold it-“

You debated denying his right to cum, but you’d tortured the poor boy enough. He had been so good for you and deserved a reward.

“Cum for me, Tate. I’ve got you, just let go baby boy.” You cooed, curling your finger up into his ass a bit more which caused him to explode. His cum shot up his stomach, some even reaching his chin, as you jerked him through his orgasm.

His body went limp against the bed, the only sounds that could be heard were the slick sound of your hand on his dick, and his pants. You pulled your hands away once his body began to tremble harder. You looked down at the boy below you, smirking. He looked absolutely wrecked.

“Aww, my poor baby, do you feel better now?” You let your tongue dip into the still warm cum that adorned his chest. The sight made Tate nearly cum again. After you had cleaned his chest, you pressed your lips to his, letting him taste himself on your tongue.

You’d let him rest for a while, but you certainly were nowhere near done with him.

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spookievan · 1 year

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high school sweetheart <3

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redroses07 · 27 days

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𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕕𝕠𝕟 // 𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

A/N: Hi guys!! I really hope this isn't cringe, and that y'all like it. If you want me to write a fic based on this lmk in the comments or leave it in my reqs!! Love you guys, and enjoy!

Summary: When you first move into murder house, you and Tate don't get off on the right foot.

Warnings: Suggestive, pervy Tate.

When you and your family first moved into Murder House obviously you didn't know Tate was a ghost, so you just thought he was your neighbor.

He was always lurking, popping up out of nowhere, and it was beyond frustrating.

"Hey, beautiful" Tate appeared behind you as you were relaxing in the garden.

"What the hell? Why do you have to act like such a creep?" You yelled in exasperation.

While Tate got on your nerves, moving to a new area in the summer left your social life in disrepair. There weren't many options for outings so you often found yourself stuck in the house for weeks on end.

You got easily bored of your parents, and eventually yourself, so you found yourself seeking out the company of the strange boy.

"Looks like I'm growing on you."

"Shut up, you're my last resort." You snapped, smoking a joint with Tate in the back yard.

As the summer went on Tate's presence turned from tolerable to enjoyable.

You found yourself looking forward to days spent hanging out with him.

Although you two had become friends that didn't mean he didn't still piss you off.

He has a bad habit of showing up at inconvenient times, and it was even worse that your parents thought he was a bad influence.

"BOO!" Tate grabbed you from behind while you were peacefully sitting on your bed.

You screamed before realizing it was him, and you were sure your parents had heard.

"Jesus Tate!! My parents will kill you if they see you in my room."

"I can make you scream a lot louder if you give me the chance, that'll make em' really worried."

"Tate get out." You pushed him out the door.

Low and behold, Tate woke you up that very same night crawling through your window.

You protested this at first but he eventually convinced you to let him stay.

Tate crawled up on the bed next to you, making himself comfortable under your covers.

Nights like this became a frequent occurrence, the two of you would often stay up all night. Not in a sex way, more to just talk about anything and everything and enjoy each other's presence. After all you weren't ready to be more than friends yet.

The first time Tate kissed you was one of these nights. You were sitting on your bed facing each other, he was fiddling with your fingers as you talked to him softly.

Eventually the conversation slowed, leaving you to do nothing but stare into his sad brown eyes.

It caught you off guard when Tate leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the lips.

It was short, almost too short to even be a real kiss, but it made your stomach do back flips in a way it never had before.

"I'm sorry, I know you don't..." Tate said when you didn't react.

You dismissed that thought by kissing him again, this time with much more passion.

From that point on, your nights together were spent very differently.

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am3ricanh0rrorwh0re · 19 days

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Tate Langdon Headcanons

brings you half wilted roses in the mornings on sunday

gives killer back massages, except for when he digs his nails into you too hard

leaves gore-y love poems under your pillow

fights with the other ghosts for your attention

impregnates your mother

smothers you in kisses while you sleep

you’ll wake up with hickeys and when you ask him he says “just wanted to show everyone that you’re mine.

will cuddle you while you’re asleep

plays with your hair while you do homework/projects around the house

tried to learn something about fashion so he can help you pick out clothes

gets jealous whenever your friends come over, especially if there’s flirting going on

will make a playlist for you two on your phone/ipod

gives slightly concerning, but also extremely cute compliments (“i love your skin, the shape of your eyes is beautiful,” etc.)

would probably handcuff your wrists to the headboard of your bed if you mentioned going out with your friends at night

#tate langdon #tate langdon headcanon #ahs headcanons #imagines #anon requests

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calummss · 6 months

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Tate Langdon 1920s boyfriend headcanon

masterlist

a/n: he’s a little more submissive? or like the tiniest amount of ooc but like tbh i think it’s really believable. anyway not proof read!! it’s late at night and i have an exam tomorrow

he would be head over heals for you like literally

y’all remember bugs bunny getting heart eyes over lola??? yeah that’s him

buys you different flowers for every day of the week

his hand is always around your waist

always placing a kiss somewhere on your face even when others thinks it’s too much pda—he doesn’t care

he thinks you look amazing every day but on parties it’s like he falls in love over again

he’s such a puppy so so loyal too you

‘tate, you coming on friday to the bar?’

‘i’ll ask my wife and get back to you.’

they all just stare at him but he‘s looking at you in a crowd with a smile

or him dancing with you when most women aren’t bc they’re boyfriends/hisbands think dancing is overrated…

carrying your gloves and hat aswell as bag!!!

i literally fell to my knees

when you get bored you two find a bathroom and he drags his tongue up your chest looking at you with those big hazel doe eyes,, loving that he pleases you

lights your cigarette!!

holds his hand over your head when you get in and out of the car

the classic 1920s couple run through the rain holding your bag and newspaper over your head as you try to escape the sky

my favourite scenario; sitting on his lap. his hand stroking your thighs as you take a drag from your cigarette letting him inhale from yours as he stares at you, your smoke entangling in the thick air of a jazz club

and finally, surprising him with a flapper dance choreography at your go to club. he cannot take his eyes off you and has men telling him how lucky he is

trust me…after that little dance your dress is gonna end up on the floor as soon as you two are alone

he worships you like a god, taking good care of every part of you making you realise how lucky you are to have him

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whorefortheevans · 7 months

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Pre-Death! Tate Langdon Headcanons Pt. 2

I'm really enjoying writing headcanons so lmk if I should do them for anyone else or do anymore for Tate. Currently, I'm only writing for Tate, Kyle, Jimmy, and Kai from AHS but requests are always welcomed :)

CW: all lowercase, not proofread, mentions of sex, mentions of child abuse (hitting)

tate is one of those kids, so he always tries to convince you to skip class with him

you say no almost every time

almost

the one time he convinces you to skip, you both get caught and the school has to call home

tate being really upset not because he was caught but because of how constance reacts

we all saw her hitting tate so its not unreasonable for him to be scared she'll hit him again

you reassuring him that whatever happens he can always go to you for comfort

detention with him being so unserious

he jokes around the entire time and its more of an after-school free period than a punishment

he loves to bang on the lockers next to you when he knows you can't see him

i feel like he'd get turned on by scaring you or something

if prom is important to you he'll definitely take you (reluctantly), but he'll be attached to your hip and follow you around like a lost puppy

if prom isn't important to you he'll skip with you and hang out at the beach all night

not to be stereotypical, but prom night is the night...iykwim

he's always really good about using protection because he's scared of bringing a baby into the world

first of all, you're both really young

but more importantly, tate's scared of turning out like his mom and being a terrible parent

regardless, sex with him is always good

without going into detail (cuz he's a minor and I don't want to offend anyone...) he knows how to use his tongue and fingers

he definitely learned a lot from porn

(which by the way is not a reliable source to learn about sex so don't depend on it everyone)

he loves spending time in the library with you

even if you guys aren't talking, he loves watching you study or do homework

he always pretends to not understand things just so you'll help him with his work

...which always turns into you just doing his work for him, but its okay because you love him anyway

#ahs asylum #ahs coven #ahs cult #ahs freakshow #ahs murder house #ahs smut #american horror story #evan peters #evan peters fanfiction #tate langdon #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon headcanon

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hatelangdon · 7 months

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Modern day! Post death! Tate headcanons

(For my own joy we're gonna pretend he didn't do any of the bad stuff he just has deep seeded mommy issues)

Drabble bc I was bored ~ Warnings (talks of stabbing briefly )

- He is a music elitist through and through. He's definitely the "name 5 songs 🤓☝🏻" guy if he sees you wearing a band shirt.

- secret swiftie, we all know he would cry to mirrorball & right where you left me, especially if you have the songs on vinyl. He'd listen over and over in your room while you're not with him.

- he literally doesn't need water, yet he's always drinking from your water bottle/Stanley cup. He loves it

"It's our emotional support water bottle"

- he also doesn't need to eat but guess who's always asking for "a little sweet treat" when you go out? 🤨

- back to music, he loves tvgirl, Alex g, & the 1975. He thinks that makes him so special 🙄

- he always claims that his stomach hurts because he wants to be held and coddled by you.

-if he actually does get sick, he'll start whining for his mother if he gets delirious enough. She was always sweet to him when he didn't feel good. You know not to get her though, it never ends well.

- he's very very touchy and very very sensitive and petty. If you push him away he will put a knife through his own heart just to scare you (he's fine the next day)

- the world's biggest crybaby, needs constant reassurance that you love him, he's comforted by your presence.

- Tate would love those Lego flower kits, he'd want to help you put them together.

- even though he is dead he appreciates the sentiment when you celebrate his birthday, he doesn't like counting the years but if you just bring him a cupcake or make him birthday pancakes with a few candles, it will make him feel loved.

- he's very sleepy, despite being a ghost. He recently discovered weighted blankets and he is constantly going in and out of consciousness

- this is not new info but he is always the little spoon. You could be napping on the couch by yourself and somehow he has ended up in your arms or on top of you.

- he still harbors a lot of trauma, please just listen to him and comfort him and don't open the door for Constance.

- for someone stuck in a house all day you think he'd straighten up, but no. He is messsssy there's sweaters, books, and other things thrown around the room by the end of the day

- he spends all day writing, drawing, and listening to music. He likes to leave his writing in places around the house for you to randomly find.

- scratching him behind the ears and rubbing his face with your thumb is the key to helping him when he's having a bad time.

***I forgot to add this but Tate would also love lil peep with 0 shame despite him thinking the "90's was the best era of music 🤓☝🏻", some of his songs are so Tate coded.

he'd be the biggest stan, he's probably his favorite modern artist.

#tate langdon #murder house #ahs fanfic #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #american horror story #american horror murder house #tate langdon fanfic #tate langdon headcanon #headcanon

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fand0mh03 · 10 months

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Hey love, being your fan (literally, your sense of humor is everything)), I have a request) Your headcanons for kai Anderson a mix of smut and romantic was so funny, can you do something like that for Tate? ❤️

Tate Langdon romantic and nsfw headcannons

Hi loves! Thank you for your kind words, and I’m sorry this took so long! I inserted a screenshot of the other request due to it being requested twice, I wanted to make sure that the other anon didn’t think I was ignoring them!

TW: a lot of sex, denial of orgasams, head, mentions of suicide

SFW

Listening to nirvana

Playing card games

Flipping through magazines and then switching with each other after you’re done reading them

He’s the little spoon. Prove me wrong

Protecting you from the ghosts of the house

I have a feeling violet wouldn’t be annoyed at you, at first at least, because she would warn you about Tate, telling you what he did, and advising for you to get out of the house

She would be annoyed and not care anymore when you stay anyways

She would low-key think you’re a dumb hoe

Anyways

Tate would definitely confide in you about his mommy issues

I have a feeling you would hate constance because of what he tells you

He would always want you to play with his hair, allowing you to put tiny braids in it if you wanted to

He is very VERY clingy

This man would cling to you and not let go ever

He would always want to be touched by you, and would never want you to leave him for school or work

I think if the relationship becomes serious enough, you might kill yourself so you’re able to stay with him forever

I could see this going two ways

Either he would support you if that’s what you wanted, and wouldn’t have a problem with it

Or he would go into panic mode and tell you not to do it

I’m not sure, since with the thing with violet, but I feel like he’d be open to it if you wanted to?

He would watch you sleep

NSFW

Going to start this off with the obvious- Tate is a sub. Bro is a bottom if I have ever fucking seen one

He tries to deny it, and he does a good job at faking being all dominant and shit, until you come along, and then he bends at your will

Hair pulling kink, he fucking loves when you pull on his hair

This might be controversial, but I feel like he has a bit of a spit kink

IM SORRY PLEASE DON’T CANCEL ME ON TWITTER

I just get that sorta vibe from him

Rubber suit kink? Bro would totally wear it just for you to take off

He would totally have an edging kink too. Like you tease him but don’t let him cum, that would make him go crazy

When you’re in the shower he would go invisible and just watch you bathe while jerking off

He loves when you wear lingerie and he would beg for you to put on “fashion shows” for him

He would be really into neck kissing; both receiving and giving

Tate would leave hickeys going from your jaw to your stomach, which he would enjoy doing so much

He loves loves loves when you give him hickeys

Can ghosts get hickeys?

Assuming they can receive hickeys, then he would love to get them

This asshole would wear sweaters that show his neck when you leave them on him

He loves to show off the marks you leave on him, such as hickeys and bite marks

He loves kissing you

Like he would kiss you for hours on end if he could

#tate langdon headcanon #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon imagines #tate langdon smut #tate langdon #ahs #american horror story #evan peters #evan peters x reader #ahs murder house #tate x reader #american horror story murder house

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fear-is-truth · 2 months

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𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑨𝑳𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑻 ── tate langdon₊ ˙ ⊹ . ⁺

⇢ 𝐓ags - 18+/nsfw ． fem!reader

𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱)

❥┆most of the time, tate is very sweet and attentive. always checking if you're okay, offering cuddles, shoulder rubs and soft murmurs of “i love you”, “you’re beautiful”

❥┆ on rough days when the angst is hitting him hard, the roles reverse, and it's you who takes care of him. you spoon him, running your fingers through his hair, offering comfort and reassurance.

❥┆ sometimes, tate's anger towards his mother manifests in him venting his frustration on you. following with an intense, rage-filled session (bordering on hate-sex) he tries to make it up to you by being extra, extra sweet.

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𝐁 = 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫’𝐬)

❥┆tate loves his hair, especially when you pull on it when you two are having rough sex.

❥┆ definitely boobs. size doesn’t matter—small ones he can cup with one hand and pinch on those sensitive nipples, big ones he can shove and suck on in his mouth. if it’s on your chest, they’re boobs and he’s latching on.

❥┆ if he had to choose one more part of you, then it’s your mouth. tate adores your smile, he thinks it’s the most beautiful thing in this fucked-up shitshow of a world.

✶ a/n: also, the things that pretty mouth can do-

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𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐦 (𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐦, 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲)

❥┆ tate definitely loves to make a mess on your breasts, stomach, ass. seeing them covered in his cum is something he will never tire of.

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𝐃 = 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 (𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬)

❥┆the first few weeks when you moved into the murder house, he didn’t want to scare you so he just stayed invisible and watched you change. pervert.

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𝐄 = 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

❥┆ tate hasn't got that much experience prior death, but he watches plenty of porn so he knows what to do.

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𝐅 = 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠)

❥┆ missionary: there is something so intimate about a position that he wants to share only with you.

❥┆doggy style: he likes to grab at your breasts while pounding into you from the back.

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𝐆 = 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

❥┆ tate isn’t goofy by nature, so when he’s making love to you, he’d be serious—wanting to connect on a level deeper than the physical sense. that being said, you’d still be able to draw out a sillier side of him.

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𝐇 = 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

❥┆ he doesn’t really care, and everything stayed pretty much the same on the day he died.

✶ a/n: judging by the latex suit, safe to assume he doesn’t have anything overly ridiculous down there.

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𝐈 = 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭)

❥┆ he intertwines your fingers together when you're having sex because he's romantic like that, murmuring how much he loves you, how beautiful you are, how you're such a good girl for him.

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𝐉 = 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 (𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

❥┆ um, yes? all the time?! especially when he’s bored and you’re not at home or too busy, he’s jerking off. his favourite place to do that is your bedroom.

✶ a/n: never use a black light. ignorance is bliss.

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𝐊 = 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬)

❥┆daddy kink: when he’s on top of you, he’d almost always demand you to call him “daddy”.

❥┆choking: no matter it’s sweet sex or tough sex, he’d have one hand wrapped around your throat, gently applying pressure. while tate would never intentionally hurt you, sometimes he gets carried away, and it scares the both of you. he’d feel so bad afterwards, maybe even tear up.

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𝐋 = 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝)

❥┆you do it mostly in your room when your family is around, but when it’s just the two of you? the possibilities are endless— he’s favourite places are the shower, the dinner table and the downstairs sofa.

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𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧)

❥┆you. enough said.

❥┆ he also finds the sight of you wearing his sweaters incredibly hot.

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𝐍 = 𝐍𝐨 (𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐬)

❥┆ tate would never force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. you’d come up with a safe word.

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𝐎 = 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

❥┆ tate prefers to receive rather than give. and he’s very loud— all gasps, whimpers and moans as you gag around him. he can't help but buck his hips into your face because it feels oh so good.

❥┆ he also loves watching you come undone when eating you out. he always thought of it as a little game to see how many times he could make you squirt before fucking you. he loves to overstimulate you, watching you try to push his face away from your sensitive clit. if it were up to him, he would eat you out all day.

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𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡? 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥?)

❥┆ with tate, it usually starts off slow; feverish kisses and roaming hands. but quickly builds momentum to where you’re basically being rammed into for his own pleasure.

✶ a/n: that’s a win, i guess

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𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

❥┆ he’s knows that sometimes you’re too busy for a “proper” session, so he’s fine with it.

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𝐑 = 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

❥┆ tate low-key gets off on the idea of someone else walking on the two of you. well, maybe not your parents, but the other ghosts in the house. when constance comes to visit, he’d purposely leave the door slightly ajar.

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𝐒 = 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 ��𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭?)

❥┆ he can go for three or four rounds on average, each time lasting about 15 to 30 minutes.

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𝐓 = 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬?)

❥┆ doesn’t own any, if you don’t count the latex suit. but he wants to experience everything with you. he gets very excited when you bring home a new toy.

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𝐔 = 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞)

❥┆tate would start out all goofy, kind of bullying you and trying to get you all riled up and before he takes control.

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𝐕 = 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

❥┆ the first time with you, he was quiet out of shyness. once him found out that you like it when he's vocal, he'll stop holding back— he’s all grunts and groans when he’s on top of you, but when you’re riding him or sucking his cock? he’s reduced to whines and whimpers.

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𝐖 = 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 )

❥┆ one time, you two had sex with gay porn playing on your laptop. it was hot.

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𝐗 = ��-𝐫𝐚𝐲 (𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬)

❥┆ slightly above average, 6.5 inches in length, maybe 7 depending on how hard he is.

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𝐘 = 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞?)

❥┆ he’s forever a horny teenager. so yes, pretty high libido.

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𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬)

❥┆ after making sure that you’re okay, tate would curl up behind you and trace circles on your back. maybe talk to you for a bit or listen to nirvana before finally falling asleep.

⇢𝓐/n- it’s been like, 4 or 5 years since i watched murder house, sorry if it’s wildly inaccurate

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I Bet I Could Scare You

Word count: 3k

Tate Langdon x reader smut

description/warnings: smut with little plot, fingering (barely), handjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex, Emotional Tate because he’s a psycho 24/7 and I think that’s it. This is based off a recent dream I had. Oh also barely proofread so there’s probably (definitely) mistakes.

You had a long time fascination with the infamous Murder House. You couldn’t help it! Curious beyond belief about what the walls held inside, you had been planning ways to get into it for weeks now. It was currently sitting abandoned, a few window panes broken and Ivy beginning to grow over the bricks, trailing across it in waves of green. It looked absolutely beautiful, an aura of mystery and danger seemed to surround the place, but it just intrigued you more. What was that saying? Oh right. Curiosity killed the cat.

Curious by nature, you couldn’t just not explore the house, having started with scoping out the perimeter, looking out for other people as you adventured around the side, finding your way into the backyard and exploring further. There was a beautiful gazebo set up in the backyard but as pretty as it was, the second you approached it, you felt an unexplainable sorrow, something that burrowed deep into your bones and left an ache in your chest.

When you finally built up the nerve, you went inside. Stepping over the threshold of the door, a chill settled against you as you wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt to warm.

That day you didn’t stay long, not even venturing upstairs to see what was hidden up there. You also didn’t go into the basement either. You left after only looking around on the ground floor, hearing what sounded like a whistle down the hall and practically running back out the door, not looking back.

That was until curiosity got the better of you. You found yourself standing in the doorway once more before stepping inside, hands clenched tightly at your sides.

Today was the day you’d finally explore the rest of the house. Deciding that upstairs was probably less creepy of a start than the basement, you made your way up the stairs that creaked with each step. You winced at each minute sound, practically holding your breath as you finally reached the top steps.

You wiped the cold sweat that had formed on your brow before continuing. Each door was thankfully open so you could see inside without having to open them individually. This was a beautiful house, and from the looks of it, the previous owners had just… abandoned everything and left. Weird, but you’d have to question that later. Maybe they died here? The question lingered in the back of your mind but you didn’t focus on it for too long when you heard shifting and what sounded like footsteps downstairs.

Had someone followed you in?

Swallowing hard, you peeked down the staircase, seeing what appeared to be just the outline of a man. He didn’t appear threatening, but of course you had no real clue. He seemed to be dressed in an oversized sweater and ripped jeans. He had dirty blond hair and honestly seemed to be around your age. Was he some dumb boy who had seen you wander in here and decided to follow you to either scare you or… perhaps do something worse?

Against your better judgment you began to creep down the large staircase, following the man just out of sight. You felt a need to keep your eyes on him. Like he’d disappear if you so much as blinked. The longer you followed him around the abandoned house, the more you realized that this was quite literally the dumbest thing you’d ever done. How everyone died in horror movies. Jesus, how stupid could you be?

Finally, you saw him walk to the entrance of the basement and go down the steps. That was it. You were not going down there. You made your way to the top of the stairs and looked down into unending darkness, trying to squint your eyes to see into it with no luck. You turned around to finally get out of there when you crashed into the chest of someone. A man. The man you’d been following for the past ten minutes.

His chocolatey brown eyes met yours with a softness you hadn’t expected from them. No matter, you let out a shrill scream, backing up away from the boy before nearly falling down the basement steps. In fact you would have fallen down them and probably broken your neck if he hadn’t reached out a hand to catch you. His hand was cold to the touch as it wrapped around your wrist and you noticed just how pale he was in comparison. A ghostly white..

He used his free hand that wasn’t gripping your wrist to cover your mouth to stop the scream that bubbled up from your throat. The noise died in your throat as you looked at him with a mix of shock and absolute fear. There was literally no one else here, this man could easily kill you if he wanted to.

You blinked a few times, trying to steady your breathing as he carefully tugged you away from the stairs to safety before letting go of you all together, giving you space.

“What’re you doing here?” He asked, tone accusatory as he furrowed his brows in a gentle manner.

“I could ask you the same thing-“ You replied, raising a brow as a frown settled on your features.

The boy opened his mouth to speak before pausing. Telling you wouldn’t prove to be easy, and you may even laugh at him in disbelief.

“I live around here-“ He lied. Well… was it really a lie if he had lived here? In this very house? Years ago..

“My name’s Tate.” He continued, looking at you expectantly as if this was some sort of normal, everyday interaction.

You told him your name, against better judgment, feeling drawn to him in an odd, messed up way. There was a sort of darkness in him. One similar to what lived inside of you.

“Pretty.” He said offhandedly, seeming completely unbothered by the whole entire situation. What a strange being he was..

You shrugged at his comment, rolling your eyes a bit. If he was trying to flirt with you, it definitely wasn’t going to work. You didn’t get the hots for random people that followed you into an abandoned house… Despite how.. Cute they might be.

Part of you questioned how exactly Tate appeared behind you so fast despite having seen him just walk down the steps in front of you. It sat in the back of your brain and you knew something about it all wasn’t right. The only problem was Tate was so charming you didn’t want to believe anything was wrong. You just wanted to stay blissfully oblivious for as long as possible.

And that’s exactly what you did. Over the coming weeks you and Tate grew closer, much to your surprise, and despite having a suspicion that he wasn’t exactly who he said he was, you decided to ignore it for now and just enjoy having him around.

You knew something was up when he said he could only meet in the house. Not around the neighborhood or anywhere else. You knew then… You knew it but you didn’t want to face the fact that maybe the person you were talking to wasn’t exactly… Alive.

It was a hard concept to grasp at first, I mean.. One of your only friends just so happened to be a ghost? How does one just go about their life after learning that kind of information? You’d always believed in ghosts but you never knew they could be so… real. So apparent and able to communicate with you..

Today when you walked into the murder house, something was different. It was as if the spirits that resided there now knew what you had discovered about them, and they didn’t seem too happy about it.

Suspiciously you couldn’t find Tate. He wasn’t in the living room or kitchen like usual when the two of you would meet up and some searching around the house left you empty handed. It was as if he disappeared.

With your only other option being the basement you made your way to the steps, swallowing back your anxiety as you tried to control your breathing. You stared down into the nothingness once more and just contemplated on if you should walk out of the house and never come back, knowing he wouldn’t be able to follow.

You took a step towards the first stair when you paused, feeling a presence behind you. Without turning around you knew exactly who it was.

You felt breathing against your neck and a cold hand brush against your own. He didn’t say anything, just stayed like that, waiting for you to speak.

“T-Tate?” You whispered, shivering at the feeling of him breathing down your neck. You were a bit uncomfortable but only because he was acting so different from his usual self.

“You know.” Was all he said, tone almost sounding hurt as he pulled away just a bit to cut all contact with your body.

Whipping around, you made eye contact with the boy, his own eyes dark and filled with a sort of sadness that you didn’t quite understand. A longing and a disappointment.

Your stomach dropped at his words. You know. About him being a ghost? Well, that was true. But how did he know? Had you been that obvious?

You nodded slowly, never once breaking contact with his eyes, yours staring into his soul. “Mhm, I do.. I-“ You were at a loss for words, what exactly was there to say because you were completely stumped.

“How?” Tate asked. You didn’t like how he used very few words, compared to his talkative self that could never seem to shut up. This Tate was different, darker.

“I figured it out- it wasn’t- that hard.” You said, fidgeting with your hands nervously

“You’re always so cold, you won’t meet me anywhere besides this house? The way you appeared behind me at the top of the stairs that first day I met you? I put it all together, Tate.”

Tate nodded, contemplating what to say.

“You’re smarter than I thought.”

You weren’t sure if you should take that as a compliment or an insult, because it sure sounded like the latter.

“Thanks,” you replied, snarky. Your breathing had luckily calmed but the second he took a step forward it sped up again.

“Are you scared of me?”

“No.”

“I bet I could scare you.” He took another step towards you.

What exactly did he mean by that?

You stood your ground as he towered over you, bodies almost flush against each other as you slowly looked up and met his eyes once more.

He leaned down and captured your lips with his, kissing you softly. Despite the ghostly chill that rolled off of him, his lips were surprisingly warm and soft against your own and you found yourself closing your eyes and kissing back.

Tate deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around you as he gently ran his thumb down the small of your back, reveling in the way you arched away from the feeling closer to his chest.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you.” Tate whispered, leaning down and peppering kisses against your neck

A quiet moan slipped past your lips as you felt him gently grind his hips against you, the beginnings of a hard on definitely felt even through all your layers of clothing.

You cursed under your breath as you pulled Tate up for another kiss, nipping at his bottom lip which caused him to whine softly. Were you really going to do this? Sleep with a ghost? The answer was hell yes.

You two tugged at each other's clothes as the kisses intensified tenfold, each trying to pull the other to the couch.

You pushed Tate back against the couch before climbing onto his lap, kissing him eagerly as your hands roamed his clothed chest.

Tate’s hands wrapped around to grip at your ass, pulling you closer to him as he arched up into you, rubbing his clothed erection against your already soaked pants.

He managed to get your shirt up and off of you before working on your bra, and much to your surprise he actually managed to get it off with little struggle. Hm. So not his first time, okay. You’d keep that in mind.

You then struggled to get his shirt up and off him before tossing it onto the floor, hands coming to run across his now bare chest, reveling in the way his muscles moved against your hands.

Tate flipped the two of you over, getting on top of you and beginning to shimmy your pants down your legs and off your body, eyes widening at the wet spot in your panties.

“Are you a virgin?” He asked, panting as he fumbled with his belt before pulling it off and managing to get his jeans halfway down his thighs.

You furrowed your brows a bit. What an odd question..?

“Uh- no? Are you?” You decided to ask, but from the way he acted you presumed he wasn’t.

And just like you had expected Tate shook his head no, pulling you closer as he ripped your panties off in one harsh tug.

The fabric ripped from your skin hard, leaving a mark but you were too desperate to even worry about it at the moment.

“No I’m not you’re just- so wet-“ He panted, using his middle and first finger to part your folds, reveling in the way your slick coated his fingers.

“Well of course I am-“ you chuckled. Was he not familiar with how the female body worked? Maybe not.

You moaned softly as he thrust one finger into you, your home greedily sucking him in, to the knuckle and when he curled his finger upwards just the slightest bit, you were arching into the touch, desperate pleas leaving your lips for more. More more more.

Tate chuckled, shaking his head “patience.” Yeah okay, screw that.

You pulled him down for another kiss as you dragged his boxers off of him, taking him into your hand and slowly stroking him to full hardness.

A quiet whine slipped from his lips as he pulled away just enough from your lips to make eye contact with you, urging his hips forward until his tip slid across your entrance, collecting some of your slick.

“Patience, remember?” You teased, brow raised as you chuckled softly, helping to guide him to your entrance before he pushed into you.

The slight pain from him stretching you out was a welcomed feeling which soon faded and turned into pleasure. He filled you up perfectly and you were able to feel each and every ride and bump of his cock.

Tate gripped onto your shoulders as he gave an experimental thrust, looking you over to make sure you weren’t in any pain.

“N-not hurting you, am I?” He asked, swallowing hard as he looked between the two of you, watching as your hole greedily swallowed his cock.

You gently cupped his cheek, pulling him down closer to you. You felt his hot breath against your cheek as he leaned into your palm.

“No, Tate. Feels so good- you feel so fucking good inside me, baby.” You groaned out and this seemed to trigger something inside of him because he steadied himself once more before pulling almost all the way out and slamming himself back in, balls slapping against your skin as he hit a spot inside you that made you seize up.

He seemed to like this reaction out of you because he did it again and again and again. Each time the air was knocked out of your lungs and you kept making pathetic little whines as he fucked you.

“‘Mine,” He growled as he thrust into you “All mine.” His tone was harsh but also a sense of desperation was hidden inside it as well.

Your bodies rocked against each other, the air around you thick with the scent of sex and surely the other ghosts were not very happy with the two of you, but you couldn’t care less right now, you just knew you never wanted Tate to stop fucking you.

You clutched onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin, leaving marks that would soon disappear thanks to him being a ghost. Much to your dismay though. You’d love to see him all marked up.

Tate’s thrusts became uneven quite quickly as his body trembled, his eyes giving you a look that said more than any words could. He was close.

You reached down and circled your clit with your fingers, arching up and pushing his cock deeper inside you, practically hitting your service and a twinge of pain spiked through you, a shock to your senses but it also seemed to intensify the pleasure tenfold.

“Fuck- Tate I’m close-“ You groaned out, your hips rocking against each others as he pounded into you, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he cried out, biting down onto your shoulder to conceal his grunts and groans.

You felt warmth burst inside you and by the way Tate froze, bucking weakly a few more times before nearly collapsing on you, you knew he had come. The feeling of his warmth filling you and how he replaced your fingers with his own, circling your clit roughly, you came, squeezing around him and milking him for all he had.

Tate gasped, wincing a bit at the over sensitivity that took hold of him in mere seconds after his release.

He pulled out of you and he panted before collapsing next to you on the couch, chest rising and falling heavily.

You pulled him into your arms, peppering kisses across his face as the two of you came down from your high.

A quiet chuckle bubbled up your throat until you could contain it no longer and begin to laugh almost hysterically, causing Tate to look at you, concerned.

“What? What’s so funny?” He asked. Surely you weren’t laughing at him?

“I just-“ You tried to say through your fits of laughter.

“I just had sex with a ghost.” You laughed, wiping the tears that had formed in your eyes.

Tate gave you a blank stare before nodding.

“Yup. Yeah you sure did.”

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