curiousity - tate langdon x male reader

tate hates that students moved into the house, but the guy that moved into his room may be able to help him with something.

based of the british concept of student houses (aka bunch of students rent a shitty house together while in uni) idk if americans have those but idc, reader takes drugs btw, bottom tate

crossposted on ao3

The house being turned into a student house was a decision hated by the ghosts, young people moving in and out every year bringing with them mess, drugs, drinking and parties. The ghosts had no privacy and the students were so busy or so high that they couldnt be haunted out. Tate was of the opinion he had gotten the worst deal, yes he enjoyed being out in the open during the many house parties but the current resident of his room was arguably the worst yet. Every other night, every night when there was a break from college, the resident of tates bedroom would bring someone, or on occasion multiple people, into what tate considered his space. They would take pills or drop acid or snort something and that was when tate would leave, right as a tie or sock was slung over the doorknob. It pissed him off, that sort of thing happening in his room, he wasn't exactly the virgin mary himself but the amount of guys going in and out of that room was disgusting. The fact that it was men really didn't help the students' case in tates eyes, there were enough dead queers in the house without alive ones moving in. He was curious though.

I walked through the house, squeezing past people in the stairwell and struggling up the steps as the tab I had dropped nearly an hour ago made each step warp and move. “Need some help sweetheart?” I relaxed my grip on the bannister and turned to the familiar voice, the guy who I had been seeing occasionally standing behind me. “I'm good, i think, you’re free to come up if you want though.” I smirked slightly, trying not to laugh at how the taller mans usually beautiful features had become disproportioned. my arm was gently grabbed and I was led upstairs, the people thinning out as we headed to the bedrooms. “Let me guess, acid” “Yeah only a tab tho-” I turned only to find he had disappeared, the darkness feeling so much more terrifying with the psychedelics fucking with my vision. “Looking for someone?” I whipped around facing down the landing again, except now there was a man staring darkly at me, his figure somehow still in the ever changing room. “My friend, he was just here..” “Probably just drunk, or on something knowing this place, you going somewhere?” “Yeah, was going to bed,” I felt uneasy in the darkness, especially with the man's dark eyes staring into me. I longed to be back in the party downstairs. “I can walk you to bed if you want” “I think i can manage” i was becoming less sure of that, the man somehow amplifying the effects of the acid while still remaining perfect. “You sure about that love? Whatever you've taken seems to be making it hard to walk” “It's just,” i attempted to walk a straight line “the floor keeps moving, that's all” The guy grabbed my arm where my friend had before and led me along the hallway, stopping right outside my door despite the fact that i hadn't told him where it was. I was caught off guard by how quickly we had traversed the seemingly lengthened hallway. “You can uh, you can come in, i think i have some wine under my bed, or like some beer maybe” The man smiled and opened the door, stepping in like he was already at home in my small room. He settled on the mess of quilts and pillows that was my bed, almost lounging. “I’ll have whatever, don't think you should though not sure how it'll interact with,” he gestured at my current state. “Yeah, lemme just,” I got on my knees, rooting around under my bed until I found the bottle of cheap wine I had hidden from my housemates under there. “Didn't expect you on your knees so quickly,” he joked, making me feel less uneasy around this almost stranger. I laughed quietly handing him the bottle. “You owe me, its my last bottle.” “Ill be sure to bring one next time i'm here.” “Good to know you’ll be back” The guys eyes glinted at me as he uncorked the bottle and took a swig, his adams apple bobbing as he almost chugged it down. “Thirsty?” “Just tryna catch up with you.” I stood up flipping on my leds with the remote from my bedside table and tugged my hoodie off, chucking it on a nearby chair. “Why is that?” I settled on the bed next to him, slouching down and staring at the ceiling as colours swirled around my bare lightbulb. I felt him shift and his face came into view. “Well from what i know about you, being fucked up makes this better.” And with that he kissed me, soft inexperienced lips almost aggressively connecting with mine. I wound my hands into his soft hair, the acid making his short breaths deafening, and he crawled on top of me, his knee moving between my thighs. His movements were stunted, my heightened senses picking up how his hands only ghosted my clothed skin. I moved my other arm to slide the fingers under the hem of his shirt to where a stretch of skin was revealed from his shirt riding up. I felt his breathing stop for barely a second when my fingers brushed his lower back, that second taking much longer than it should. Our lips parted, a string of saliva breaking after a moment, and I opened my eyes to see him staring at me again with those black eyes. “Tate stop bothering him,” He jolted and I saw a girl standing in the doorway, her figure having the same effect of not moving as the doorway swayed around her. He quickly moved off me, adjusting his shirt hastily. “I guess I should go.” I felt almost disappointed, oddly cold without his touch. The girl had disappeared. “Whose she? You don't have to leave.” “Violet, she's uh, a friend.” an ex then, “I'm gonna go.” “You still owe me that wine.” “I know”

It was the next day and my mind was tired, the comedown not treating me well. I was pottering around the kitchen making pasta when I heard a voice. “I brought that wine” It was the guy,tate I recalled from that fever dream of a night. “How did you get in?” “Door was unlocked.” He handed me a bottle, one of the cheap brands my household favoured, and I tucked it under my arm, grabbing my bowl of pasta. “Wanna come upstairs?”

Tate could barely hold himself back, an invisible thread pulling him to the man he had only kissed for a moment yet felt like he knew entirely. The bottle of wine had been discarded on the bedside table and the guy was talking wearily about his classes or something along that vein. “So what do you study” Tate realised he should answer. “Oh, i don't go to college, dropped out of high school” The lie slipped out easily, something he had told previous owners of this room. He hadn't planned on talking to the guy again, just kissing him the night before out of curiosity, but it had felt like a bolt of electricity had hit him the moment they touched and he couldn't help but want to feel like that again, like he was alive. He found himself shuffling closer as they talked, turning his head right as the other turned his. The animated talking stopped immediately as their eyes locked.

I almost didn't realise we were kissing again, one minute tates dark eyes were staring straight into mine next his lips were on mine, more aggressive than the night before, all signs of inexperience gone. I melted into him, hands moving to grip the front of his shirt and pull him into me. This time when we drew apart we barely paused before he dug a hand into my hair and pulled me into him again. The initial shock had worn off and I started an attempt to be in charge again, slipping my tongue into his mouth and moving my hand down to his waist. I pulled away and moved to his neck, hearing barely there gasps as I gently bit below his ear. At this point I had pushed him against the headboard of my bed, my thighs straddling one of his. “Fuck” I chuckled lightly at the word, barely mumbled after my hand had slipped under his shirt and started gently caressing his waist. I could feel his breathing pause when I moved along his sensitive v line and teased the waistband of his jeans. Each touch had a physical reaction and I found myself addicted to finding a new sound or twitch. “I want to fuck you.” His dark bambi eyes looked up at me when he heard the sentence, cheeks flushed and lips slick with spit. I couldn't tell if he was batting his eyelashes on purpose. “Go ahead.” My hand went from fiddling his jeans button to unbuttoning them, pulling them down past his erection that was trapped behind his baggy boxers, he had pushed his shoes off when he sat on my bed and so his jeans slipped off easily, leaving his plush thighs to start pebbling with goosebumps from my cold room. He began pulling off his own t-shirt as I began slipping off my sweatpants and hoodie. The moment we were both almost naked I reconnected our lips, my hands exploring his warm thighs and ass, pulling him up to rest on his knees over my lap. “You're beautiful tate.” He flushed, the blush spreading down his chest. “Just fuck me already.” Such dirty words coming out of his timid blushed form made my cock twitch, and i couldn't help but follow what he said. I pushed Tate back, hearing the headboard bang against the wall as he thumped onto the bed, and tugged his boxers past those beautiful thighs, leaving kisses as I went. His thighs were soon hooked around my head, almost suffocating me as I lapped at his ass, preparing him gently and teasing out those gaspy moans. He had seemed unsure when I initially dove down but his heels pressing against my back and pulling me closer eradicated any fear that he wasn't enjoying this. His hands tugged my hair drawing me closer still. Without looking up I grabbed the lube from my bedside table, only coming up for air to read the label. I had grabbed the flavoured luckily. I squirted it onto his taint, watching him shiver as it slid over his ass before sliding a finger in and letting my mouth join it. The sweet flavour suited him. He winced slightly but still let out a groan and pulled my now sweaty hair to the point where it almost hurt. Another finger slipped in easily and I felt his legs squeeze as I started moving them gently. I moved up, still fingering him to force out the whines, and let him pull me up to kiss him. I hastily pushed off my boxers with my free hand and leant over to grab a condom. I withdrew my fingers with a squelch, causing Tate to open his eyes and look at me through his blonde fringe, his eyelashes fluttering again. I rolled the condom on and lined myself up, leaning into tates cold neck as I pushed in. The noise he made was unforgettable, like a combination of a gasp and a deep groan, i rocked my hips slightly as i eased in my full length. A moment later I grabbed his left thigh and pushed his leg up, allowing me to bottom out with a sigh. “Fuck, holy fuck” His head was thrown back as he said this, his throat bared and his eyes shut gently. I pushed his other thigh back until he was almost folded in half and began thrusting, my breaths coming out in pants as his ass squeezed around me almost too tight. I could see his cock hard against his stomach, oozing precum onto the pale skin. “You’re taking me so good honey” He blushed and I saw his cock twitch at the praise. “Such a good boy.” And with that I pulled out almost my full length, thrusting back in as hard as I could and making him moan loud enough that my housemates would most definitely ask about it later. I tried the best I could to keep up the speed, enjoying watching tates beautiful reactions. He was gripping the headboard above him at this point, tears forming in his eyes and drool slipping from the corner of his mouth. “Can-” he could barely talk from moaning so i slowed, “can you take the condom off, i wanna feel-” he blushed. “You wanna feel what baby.” “I wanna feel you cum inside.” He must've felt my dick twitch then, his words coming out desperate enough that if i had been any closer i may have come. I shouldn't have, he could have an std for all i knew, but i slid out and removed the condom. Pushing back in caused tate to hiss as i hadn't lubed up a second time, but when i paused he begged me to keep going and moaned loudly as i bottomed out. The warmth was almost burning now that I could feel it fully. I moved slowly at first before the friction subsided and I could go faster again. “Fuck, tate, im close” He whined, blonde hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, and I gave one final thrust that almost pushed him up the bed before cumming. As I rode out my orgasm I felt him clench and shudder as he came over his chest. I kept going to help him through before my softening cock slipped out and I collapsed onto the bed next to him. “I didn't realise it would feel that good” His words came out hoarse and breathless, I turned with mild surprise. “You haven't had sex with-” “With a guy, no.” I was too exhausted to comment, just rolling over and pulling him to my chest. “You took it well.” I felt him hesitantly snuggle into my chest.

Tate felt the others' breath even out and instantly made himself disappear, pulling on his clothes and moving towards the door, stopping only to fix his hair in the mirror and wipe the dried spit from his mouth. “Didn’t take you for a queer.” Tate rolled his eyes, pushing past violet. “Didn't take you for a voyeur” He ignored that he could feel the other mans cum beginning to run down his thigh.

evan peters’ charaters requests? (like tate, kit, kyle, jimmy, etc) can be smut or whateverrrrr you wanttt

𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬

pairing(s); tate langdon x gn!reader

summary; you loved your boyfriend with all of your heart but sometimes you needed a break, what you didn’t expect to find on your walk was an all black fur-ball with a high pitched voice —flufftober day;8—

word count; 500+

warning(s); hint of a previous argument, cat distribution system choosing reader, cat parents, fluff, pet names, and language

playlist; I was cold beside you by hanging garden

A/n:—GIFs; @evanpetersxx & @plushie-bl0g— short and sweet today

You sighed at the chilling air around you foggy water vapor spilling from your lips as you walked along the sidewalk the sun beginning to set a few stray leaves falling from branches of different trees your head full, thoughts brimming

Your journey of staring at nothing striding on the concrete was interrupted as a squeaky whine was traveled to your ears registering to your brain quickly moving your head around to try and spot the noise as it continued to purr and whine

“Come out baby” You spoke a low whistle resting on your lips as you quickly clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth eyes still darting around for the animal and suddenly there was a movement from a trash bin a black kitten erupting from behind it it fur thick and short looking a red leaf on top of it head covering its eyes and you pouted at the adorable sight

“Look at you” You whispered bending down to pick up the the small cat that was a little larger than the size of your hand as you plucked the leaf from its body its big pupils staring back at you as it meowed relentlessly

“Okay shhhh, you have a motor in their?” You chuckled softly rocking the feline in your hold and there was no doubt that you were taking it home you yourself found it hard not to shiver in your thick jacket so you couldn’t even imagine leaving a small kitten out to nipping winds at night so without another though you put the black ball of fur into your pocket making sure it’s head was stuck out to be allowed oxygen before heading back home

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Tate sat on your bed his knee bouncing up and down rapidly as he waited for you to make it back to your room having heard you enter through the front door his head perking up when your bedroom door swung open before quickly shutting as you made shushing sounds with your mouth

The blonde was immediately up ready to confess his apology to you but what he didn’t expect was for you to be cradling a infant cat in your hands as it squeaked out high pitched ‘meows’

“I saw him on the sidewalk I knew it would get cold tonight” You hummed not taking your eyes off the ball of pitch black while Tate moved to stand behind you peering over your shoulder at the fluffy animal

“You could hold him” You whispered after a moment darting your eyes over your shoulder as the blonde contemplated not having the best experience with animals as you reassured him giving him the push he needed before he gently grabbed the kitten from your hands smiling at you when there was no complaints from the feline while it gently nibbled on his fingers using its paws for it to stay in place when he tried to gently wean it away and you giggled at the sight

“Who would’ve ever known we’d be cat parents?” You sighed watching the purring infant become more energetic as its body warmed up and Tate liked the sound of being a feline parent

as long as it was with you

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

let's all take this day to honor the man that invented October, Tate Langdon ✨

always forever

pairing: tate langdon x gn!reader

summary: reader moves into the murder house and encounters tate who is curious of the new owners

warnings: cursing, kissing

a/n: tate is not a criminal in this story i just find evan peters hot ! also i love y’all smmm!

you and your family had moved to los ángeles after a fire engulfed your previous house in flames. you never found out the cause of the fire but your mom put the blame on your dad for "leaving the stove on at night." you were also sad that you were going to leave your hometown and all of your friends but stayed optimistic for a new beginning. when you arrived at the house, you felt an energy. a strange energy. the house was victorian style and had lots of space. you could see why your parents chose it in the first place. after getting all your things inside, your parents went out on a date to celebrate the new move. they had invited you but you were too tired to go out and decided to stay in and order a pizza instead.

after getting into bed and watching a movie you hear a thud in your closet. you were scared but courage ran through your body and quickly opened it. there was a boy inside. you screamed for him to get out. "wow wow relax. i was just trying to see what cds you have here." he said as you back up from him scared. "first of all who are you and how the hell did you get into my house?!" you could've sworn you had locked all the doors so it was impossible for him to have snuck in. "let's just say i know all the ways to this house. i live right next door to you and seen plenty of people move into this house." "okay well then what are you doing in my room? and you never told me who you are."

"i told you i'm just tryna see what kind of albums you got here. not good ones though. and my name is tate. what's yours?" he got closer to you and now you could see he had blonde hair and soft skin. "i'm y/n. we just moved here today." tate started to move around your room and noticed some your posters that you had hung up on the wall. "mhm scary movies huh? i'm a big fan of friday the 13th." you laughed and found his sense of humor entertaining. "same the sequel's better to be honest. well my parents are coming home soon so maybe you should go." he gave a disappointed look at you. "sure i can't spend the night here? we could listen to some cds and maybe have a quick make out session or something?"

you were taken back by what he said but you couldn't deny the fact that he was exactly your type. "i mean we could listen to an album or two." his face lit up with excitement. the two of you sat on the floor listening to a rock album while tate discussed his life and asked you about why your family moved. "it was just a lot. i mean we never knew what caused the fire but we basically lost everything. i'm just nervous for this new part of my life and meeting new people and-" you started to tear up and tate took note of this and started to hug you. "hey hey. everything is gonna be okay alright? i mean it's gonna take time but at least you got me here so." you smiled and found comfort in tate. with his arms wrapped around you, the two of you locked eyes as your lips met his.

the two of you kiss for what seemed to be hours but it was a good 5 minutes of kissing. tate began to kiss your neck as you ran your hands through his hair. he lifted your shirt and placed his hands on your waist. “god you’re so beautiful.” he whispers in your ear as your face warms up and your cheeks turn red. he lays you on your back and starts to leave kisses and hickies on your chest and belly. his soft lips leaves you wanting more and more of his touch. his hands start to reach your zipper. “can i?” he asks you. you nod and he smiles and starts to unzip your pants.

all of a sudden, a knock on the door interrupts you two. “hey y/n we’re back home!” your dad yells outside from your room. you look at tate in fear while tate has a calm look on his face. “oh my god you have to go now!” your dad starts to open the door and you close your eyes and cringe in fear. “hey honey is everything okay?” you open yours eyes and look around your room. tate was gone. he was there just a second ago. “uh yeah i just woke up right now.” your dad asks you to come downstairs for leftovers. you agree and look around your room. how did he do it? you look in front of you. “boo!” it was tate. “oh my fucking god tate! how did you hide so quickly?” “let’s just say i know this house a little too well.” he leans in for a quick kiss before disappearing again into thin air.

tw(s): yandere themes, reference to sa, murder, mention of possible suicide

yandere Tate Langdon who first saw you when you moved in with your family. He was sitting outside listening to Hayden rant about Ben for the umpteenth time. It was like that hole that had been ripped in his soul by Violet was repaired. No, you seemed so different from her. Violet's heart called out to him but your soul screams for his loving caress.

yandere Tate Langdon who is immediately blocked by Violet and her mother when he tries to see you better. Both are insistent that he stays away from you. They bother threaten him but he's only half listening. He's standing on his tiptoes looking through his your our window. He practically has hearts in his eyes.

yandere Tate Langdon who is consistently cockblocked by Violet's family and Moira. Violet immediately introduced you to the fact that ghosts are in this house. Violet warns you that Tate is crazy and not to be trusted.

yandere Tate Langdon who attacks Violet and drags her down to the basement so he can spend time with you.

yandere Tate Langdon who manipulates you into thinking Violet is lying. He says that the mass murder part is true, but not the murdering of the gay couple and the sexual assault of Viven. He cries his heart out to you. He begs and speaks of his mommy issues. He pulls out all of his manipulation tactics.

yandere Tate Langdon who infantilizes himself around you to make himself seem more innocent. He is more vulnerable and soft.

yandere Tate Langdon who asks your opinion on everything. If you like it, he likes you. You hate it, he hates it. He begs you to like his things. He begs for your validation and praise. He craves it more than anything else in the world.

yandere Tate Langdon who always goes through your stuff without your permission. He always puts it back and has a fit if you catch him. He cries and begs for you to forgive him. He then cuddles into you and peppers you with kisses telling you how much he loves you.

yandere Tate Langdon who takes your stuff sometimes, a lot of the time, for private use later.

yandere Tate Langdon who has a private journal of his murder and sexual fantasies. He writes down everything he knows about you. He writes down sappy little love poems that he slips into your pocket(s).

yandere Tate Langdon who has made a hit list of everyone you dislike. As well as people near you that he doesn't like. He's written in his private journal about the ways he is going to kill your family and get rid of their bodies— just incase. He doesn't want their spirits staying in this house and interrupting your precious time together.

yandere Tate Langdon who asks you to rent books from the library. He asks a lot of different genres. He begins to get more specific with spell books and literature about witchcraft.

yandere Tate Langdon who plans on getting rid of the rest of the spirits with spells. He adds it to his journal for later use.

yandere Tate Langdon who watches you even when you don't know. When you are sleeping, showering, studying, changing, anything.

yandere Tate Langdon who respects boundaries only when they are convenient for him. He is always pushing your boundaries gently. He frames it as 'getting you out of your comfort zone'. If you get too upset or confront him he gets violent. He throws a temper tantrum and disappears for perhaps weeks. You think he has disappeared but he is just watching from the shadows.

yandere Tate Langdon who makes you so dependent on him that you'll believe anything that comes out of his mouth.

yandere Tate Langdon who will starve you of his attention and presence if you get mad or even just look at him the wrong way. He says that he is just establishing his boundaries and cooling off. What he's really doing is making you suffer.

yandere Tate Langdon who feels bad in some way. He doesn't want to manipulate you and be toxic but he has to! You'll get in danger and could even die without his guidance! He would rather get broken up with Violet for all eternity as opposed to losing you at the hands of the world.

yandere Tate Langdon who spends all his time with you. Or waiting for you to come back from where ever. Or hiding in his invisible ghost mode when your family is around.

yandere Tate Langdon who wants nothing more than to stake his claim on you. He wants your family to hear every noise fall past your lips because of him. He wants you to make him whimper and make him squirm. He wants your family to think you have some secret boyfriend. Where did those hickeys come from? Tate gave them to you when you were sleeping... he couldn't help himself. You just looked so warm and inviting. He didn't mean it at first. He just started kissing your skin and he got a little aggressive, okay?

yandere Tate Langdon who doesn't want you to ever leave the house. He hangs off of you and loves on you until you don't leave. If you have school/friends/work/alone time... nooooooooooooooo. He pouts and sulks when you aren't there. He lays on your bed and cries sometimes. He plots murder. He draws little drawings for you. He harasses your family— harasses your family?

yandere Tate Langdon who harasses your family and mentally tortures them. He uses the other ghosts to do. He'll purposefully cause arguments in your family. Put things where they don't belong. Make it seem like someone is cheating on someone else. Maybe your family member is just having a shitty day... Tate is gonna make it the shittiest day they have ever had.

yandere Tate Langdon who gets taught about the intricacies of technology by you. He hacks into your electronic and looks at your search history. By hacks I mean learns your password. He accidentally got a virus on your computer once. Any social media you have is immediately monitored by Tate. He creates his own account and boosts every one of your comment. Wants to commit another mass murder whenever someone gives you a negative comment.

yandere Tate Langdon who crawls into your lap at night.

yandere Tate Langdon who tells you his deepest and darkest secrets. Besides the entire stalking, manipulating, and murder fantasy stuff.

yandere Tate Langdon who has very special things planned for your first Halloween with him. A romantic picnic on the beach at night. A bubble bath with rose petals afterwards. Laying in your bed and listening to Niravna. Your enemies disappearing. Violet, Vivien, and Ben suddenly disappearing. Thanks magic! Now there are fewer obstacles in the way of your eternal and ever lasting love.

yandere Tate Langdon who helps your low mental health and constantly praises you. He love bombs you so very much.

yandere Tate Langdon who plans on having you commit suicide after the rest of the ghosts are gone, and your family. He'll convince you and won't let you leave the house until you do.

yandere Tate Langdon who is wrapped around your finger so tight. All he does is for you. You could even manipulate him if you are skilled enough— be careful though. He's an unstable mass murder with mommy issues.

yandere Tate Langdon who is ready to burn down the world for you.

Evans on Valentine's Day + moodboards!!

Summary ➛ Some things I think the Evans would do for you for Valentine’s day.

Tags ➛ @famela-i @frqxto

Paring ➛ The Evans × gender netrual reader

Characters ➛ Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, (Post-death) Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Evan Peters.

A/n ➛ I’ve been in the Ahs fandom since 2014 but I’ve never posted anything I’ve written about it so I decided now would be a good time to start, request are open <3

Warnings ➛ A bit of cursing and suggestiveness

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➛ Tate Langdon ☻

✎.. Makes sure its perfect.

Tate's sure you're a blessing sent from the angels above gracing him with a holy light to show they see the slightest bit of Tate redeeming himself by resisting his violent urges, and losing you would make him go more insane than he already is, with you the world just doesn't seem to be as dark and if you were to leave there's a chance he would hurt again.

Sadly, he doesn't have much access to the outside world so he gets Addie to buy you gifts.

kicks his feet back and forth as he wraps your gifts in old Christmas paper from back when he was still alive as he pictures your face lighting up from his gifts.

Does start crying though because he begins to think that you’re too good for material items along with him and you deserve to spend your day with someone not as horrible as him.

Afterward he gets Addie to steal a rose their mother gets from her hookups so he can give it to you.

His other gifts are two teddy bears that made him immediately think of you and him. a cheesy Halloween/valentines card, and chocolate skeletons.

He's so excited about your reaction, he's never had a valentine before.

➛ Moodboard

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➛ Kit Walker ☻

✎… He can pull, it’s really obvious. He’s had plenty of valentines growing up so gifting you should be a piece of cake, right?

Wrong.

As much as I love Kit I have the feeling he doesn't pay attention to others that much. That's not his fault though he's just always stressed or busy.

When he's overhears his friends about what they're getting their partners he freaks out.

Valentine's day isn't too long away and he hasn't got you anything.

He feels like a terrible partner and he really doesn't want to make you upset in any way so as soon as he gets off work he calls Lana to ask what's the hottest thing goin on in town for couples.

Drive-in horror movies.

He's not the biggest fan of horror movies, in fact, he's deathly scared of them but for you, he can endure it.

Gets the kids to make you a card and plans the day out for the two of you, milkshakes and stupid death beach movies.

He hopes this goes good.

➛ Moodboard

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➛ Kyle Spencer ☻

(Post death)

✎… He loves Valentines day so much.

Doesn’t really understand it at all, but he knows you like to spend lots of time with him and give him kisses and cuddle and really that’s all that matters too him.

He doesn’t like to go out in public since you won’t let him slip his hands under your shirt or slip let him take your hands and slip them under his shirt (not sexually he just loves physical touch) so he prefers to stay inside and cuddle.

Kyle waits until you left with the other witches to sneak outside and pluck daisies to give you cause he wants to show his appreciation for your kisses and cuddles.

Wants to hold your hand and hear words he doesn’t know the meaning of leave your lips and kiss them before you drift in eachothers arms.

Has a giddy smile on his face from the thought of it.

➛ Moodboard

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➛ Jimmy Darling ☻

✎… Like Kyle, he doesn’t really like to go out, his reason being that the two of you can have a perfect date right where you are.

Why spend money doing something you might not even like when you two can spend it at work!! It's just so perfect.

He’ll even get Paul to stop it when you guys get to the very top so you can just look at the stars.

Puts all his money together and expands his..side job to more women to afford a star necklace for you.

Wont shut up about how he’s going to bring you in for a kiss and put it around your neck before you get of the Ferris wheel.

It’s absolutely perfect, for someone who’s perfect in his eyes.

➛ Moodboard

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➛ James Patrick March ☻

(pre-death)

✎… He’s so incredibly romantic.

Wakes you up bright in early and showers you with kisses, waiting until you practically scream for him to get off of you (personally I would never do that)

Tells you to clear your schedule to cause the two of you are having dinner tonight.

Due to his incredibly busy schedule, he won't be able to spend the whole day with you which he dreads.

A lot of people like to check into the hotel on Valentine's day and he loves to pry on young couples, especially those looking for a threesome with a rich man who might take a liking to the pair.

Although their attempts at a wealthy life would be hopeless and James has his eyes only on you.

As he slits the neck of his last victim of the evening, he makes sure to call upon Mrs. Evers to clean the mess as he sets and private candlelight dinner where no one, even his maid, will be able to interrupt the two of you.

Won't be able to keep a finger off of you the entire night, pulling you in for a deep kiss every moment your words come to end.

Truly, he isn't trying to be rude when he says this but he does wish you would shut up so he can taste more of you.

➛ Moodboard

❥

➛ Kai Anderson ☹︎

✎… What the fuck..

I mean how selfish of you to even think Kai would even do something for you.

He has a job. He’s working to create the world into his perfect image. He doesn’t have time to spend on something silly like showing affection to you on a stupid day.

Why does Valentine's day matter if he shows his love for you everyday?

He gives you a small kiss if your upset because deep down he really does love you and he doesn’t want to lose you over anything.

You know he loves you though, he's just very busy.

➛ ahs masterlist.

Yandere!Tate Langdon x Transmale!Reader

💀He's a very clingy guy 💀super clingy 💀gets jealous when you have friends over 💀anyone flirting with you he would mess with them 💀he wouldn't kill them because that means they would be stuck in the house 💀but everytime they come over he can and will scare them until they don't wanna come back 💀 " they were never a good friend anyway " 💀 seems like the type to take random stuff of yours you really wouldn't miss 💀ADORES the smell of your cologne/perfume 💀steals any item of clothing with the smell on it 💀 would keep an eye on you while you slept 💀watches while you sleep, occasionally playing with your hair or caressing your cheek 💀he watches you leave for work/school and stays at the window, waiting for you to come back

AHS | MASTERLIST

— Key

Smut - {S} | Fluff - {F} | Angst - {A}

✧ Tate Langdon ꨄ

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✧ Kit Walker ꨄ

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✧ Jimmy Darling ꨄ

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✧ James March ꨄ

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✧ Kai Anderson ꨄ

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Need some help? - Tate Langdon x male reader

Thought I'd write one of these since my main tumblr (@quicksilver-but-slutty) is a very ahs/evan peters based acc so here y'all go

crossposted on ao3 here

Reader is struggling to finish due to his antidepressants, tate decides to help

Tate watched invisible as the new occupant of the house entered the bedroom, dumping a satchel on the desk they had built over the weekend and flopping onto the messy bed.

They had only moved in last week, just a dad and his teenage son. So far the ghosts had let them be, too busy with their own drama to be bothered by the dad who had so far only been home once and the son who never left his room. Tate, excluded from these conversations, had found himself resting against walls watching as the young man painted or did homework to a soundtrack of whiney rock tate had never heard before. Listening to shit music was better than being bored.

As the sun went down and the rooms occupant flipped on the christmas lights above his bed tate knew what was coming. The boxers were removed, the music was turned up and the young man got comfy, wrapping his hand around his dick and beginning a gentle pace.

It had happened every night since the small family moved in, and always had the same result. Tate had felt like a creep the first night, almost leaving the room but letting his curiosity get the best of him.

The man began moving faster, almost desperately, a pained look on his face.

Tate sat silent on the desk chair, watching with intrigue.

Then it all suddenly stopped, the hand falling still, the breaths slowing, all without the desired result. The young man clenched his fists, throwing his head against the pillow with a pained sigh.

Tate had seen this every night, he had a problem with finishing.

"damn meds"

Tate watched as the bottle of pills was scooped off the bedside table and thrown across the room with a clatter, tears gathering in the young man's eyes.

Tate felt bad for him, he could see the frustration building more every night. The tears were new but not unexpected.

He had curled up now, a pillow hugged to his chest. Tate looked down at him, having walked closer to the guy when he closed his eyes. Gently moving a piece of damp hair out of his eyes tate knew what he had to do.

Dark eyes were the first thing y/n saw in the hazy dream, followed by blonde locks as the picture got clearer and a wave of pleasure. He let out a soft moan and the guy smiled although proud of himself. y/n felt a hand moving faster around his dick.

"that's it, let me take care of you"

The guy pressed his mouth to y/ns neck and sucked before biting the tendon, causing y/ns dick to twitch and a groan to leave his lips.

The blonde raised a hand to y/ns hair and pulled, the hand on his dick speeding up.

"I want you to cum for me."

It was whispered into his ear quietly.

Y/n knew it was impossible but still nodded sleepily, his head throbbing from the hand in his hair and his breaths short.

"good boy. "

And with that y/n awoke, his eyes shooting open, his sheets sticky and his head still throbbing.

He slid out of bed and walked across the room, grabbing his smokes and a lighter from his desk and lighting one.

He was glad that he had finally gotten off but something was bugging him.

Why the hell was he having wet dreams about a fucking school shooter.

He had seen the plaque on his first day, the names of the victims, and had looked into it immediately, finding the yearbooks with the name Tate Langdon and a face blacked out in marker. This had lead him to google where he had first seen the blonde.

He had always found an interest in morbid things, true crime and such, but this was the first time he had seen one of them in a dream.

It was weird but not out of the ordinary, he didn't want to call a murderer hot but Tate wasn't unattractive. The dark eyes, the grundgey dress sense, it was kinda y/ns type. Y/n shook his head and stubbed the cigarette out on a plate he had forgotten to take out of his room days ago, letting the butt join the others that had gathered there.

It was too early for this shit yet now y/n was awake he probably wasn't sleeping much more. He shoved a cd into his player and collapsed onto his bed, shoving another cigarette between his chapped lips.

Tate didn't know how to feel about what he did, the guy needed some help but tate had never even thought about touching another man before.

He was crouched on the windowsill opposite the bed, listening to whatever the guy had stuck on at a low volume.

The guy was typing on his laptop in deep thought so tate had zoned out, until he heard his name.

It was a woman on some video, he hopped down and sat gently on the bed, the guy turned suddenly as if he could see tate before looking back at the video.

"tate langdon left the school grounds but was found in his home, the house commonly referred to as the murder house, and was cornered by police in his bedroom on the top floor where he was shot in an altercation."

Sounded pretty accurate, although tate had no idea where this woman had heard about this. He was almost caught be surprise when the guy shut the laptop and shoved it on a nearby shelf before beginning to tug clothes on.

It was morning and soon the house would be empty for the day.

The guy reluctantly dug through the shit on the floor to find the pills he had thrown the night before and upon finding them swallowed two dry, shoving them onto a random surface.

As he left the room the guy looked in the mirror to fix his hair and adjust the beanie he had shoved on. Tate noticed a pause in movement and watched the guy press a few fingers to the bruise on his neck.

"what the.." he shook his head and left the room.

Later that day y/n returned, just after sunset. He could smell the weed on his own clothes but didn't care, knowing his dad probably wasn't home. The bruise had been on his mind all day, not even the half gram he had smoked could draw his thoughts from the light teethmarks. A couple of the guys in his class had pointed it out, teasing that he had finally found a girl. He went along with it because really he had no explanation.

He dumped his satchel on the desk and collapsed onto the bed, shuffling as one of the old springs dug into his back.

Was the dream a sign, that maybe his problem was over?

He had been prescribed with antidepressants a couple months ago, and since then he had been struggling to get off, no one but him was affected as no one would even think of getting with him but it still made him ashamed. Not to mention the stress that had been building after the first couple weeks of failed attempts.

He was a 17 year old boy, before this he had gotten himself of far more than what was necessary, suddenly stopping that had not exactly made him feel good. Add on top of that the stress of being forced to move across the country and he was not exactly doing well.

Why a school shooter from the 90s had finally been the thing to solve that he had no idea. It was actually kind of concerning, because it almost confirmed y/ns suspicions.

Y/n had suspected the house was haunted, moving from so far he hadn't known the history of the house but at school that day he had googled it. A wikipedia list of crimes had filled his phone screen, from 1920s abortions all the way to the familiar name. That would explain the shit being moved and the creaks he would hear in the night.

The thing that freaked y/n out the most however was the article on tate himself, the video had been right with the bedroom, and crime scene photos confirmed that tate had died where y/n was currently sat, the same bedframe and everything.

He knew he shouldn't even think of it but the concept was kinda hot, the possibility of tate being there and watching y/n in his most private moments.

Y/n felt his dick start to fill at the thought of it, damn his voyeuristic tendencies.

He looked around, praying he was alone, before turning on some midwest emo and pulling of his clothes, chucking them onto the growing pile on the floor.

He spat on his hand and wrapped it around his dick beginning to move slowly.

Since the start of his problem he didn't last very long, getting close in minutes before being physically unable to cum.

Today was the same, no matter how fast his hand moved and his hips bucked up, he couldnt get over the edge. He panted letting out a desperate cry.

Thats when he felt it, a presence, followed by a cold hand running up his side.

He whined moving into the feeling despite how weird he knew it was.

"tate?"

He barely blinked before a figure appeared along with a weight on his lap.

"you know my name."

Tates hands didn't stop moving, only one coming to pause on y/ns waist as he straddled him.

"do I scare you?"

Y/n looked into his dark eyes, letting out gaspy breaths.

"no." he was telling the truth.

"good."

Tate could feel the warmth coming from the alive body beneath him, watching the chest move with rapid breaths.

"I'm gonna help you."

The man beneath him nodded and tate took this as a sign to move his hands onto the guys cock, pumping until it was fully hard.

"are you a virgin?"

"yeah-"

"so was I until recently, don't worry I'll take care of you."

Tate moved his hand round to grab y/ns ass, lightly brushing his fingers over his hole and feeling the muscles flex beneath his touch.

"I- I have lube, in the drawer,"

"I know, I've been watching love."

Tate felt y/ns dick twitch in his hand and smiled a little.

He moved away for a moment, hearing a whine that almost made him blush, and opened the drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and squirting some onto his fingers.

Tate honestly had no idea what he was doing but he knew he would need lube.

He inserted one finger, having watched y/n do it a few days before. The man beneath him let out a quiet moan, his eyes glued to tates.

Y/n was tight and hot, and the young man was constantly letting out noise as tate inserted another finger and began moving them slowly.

Tate almost worried that he would break y/n, with all the man's wriggling and gasping. But tates doubts were removed when y/n came with a loud groan, cum covering the guys abdomen.

Tate began to remove his fingers when y/n let out a desperate "no, please, I need you"

He drew out his fingers completely, feeling y/n clench as though he didn't want them to leave.

"shh it's okay, I'm just getting more lube."

Tate wiped off his fingers before hastily unbuttoning his baggy jeans. He had started getting hard the moment he had heard the breathy gasp of his name and by now his dick was fully erect. He chucked his jeans on the floor, yanking his other layers off and tugging down his boxers as quickly as he could. Y/n was looking at him with wide eyes and tate didn't know what to do other than to pull him into a messy kiss.

"I think it's gonna hurt a bit,"

"I don't care."

Y/n was still out of breath and trying to pull tate down on top of him causing a smile to grace tates face.

"gimme a sec babe. "

Tate grabbed more lube, rubbing it over his dick and y/ns hole before leaning over y/n and lining up.

"just lift your hips up a little- there you go."

It came out slightly strained as the head of tates cock slipped into y/n, the younger man clenching around him.

"fuck."

"that feeling ok?"

Y/n nodded, attempting to pull tate closer as the rest of tate slid in.

Finally fully sheathed tate couldn't quite describe the feeling, he was so tight it almost hurt but at the same time it felt so good.

"can you move, please"

"of course love."

Tate began thrusting sloppily, his energy making up for his lack of expirience. He moved his hand to grab at y/ns already messy hair.

This was so much better than fucking girls.

"tate I- can you,"

"I can do whatever you want baby, what is it?"

Y/n blushed, still panting out moans.

"can you bite me again, mark me,"

Tate barely let him finish his sentence, pulling his head up by his hair to latch onto his neck, nearly breaking the skin.

Y/n moaned so loud tate worried one of the other ghosts would think he was killing again, and a moment later y/n clenched, cumming over both of their stomachs. Tate managed one more stuttery thrust before cumming inside y/n, hearing him let out one last quiet groan.

"holy shit."

Tate could barely hear the words through the heavy breathing as he slipped out, curiously watching y/n clench around nothing.

"yeah."

"do you smoke?"

They both took a cigarette.

AHHH requests? it can quite literally be a name and a word and i’ll do something but my current WIPs aren’t speaking to me

Ouija Board (Tate Langdon x Reader)

Summary: You have a sleepover at your new house, and your friend decides to bring out your Ouija board. But, you’re all teenage girls, so the questions are completely unhinged and un-serious. But, the ghost you’re talking to takes full advantage of the situation. It’s a perfect opportunity, he’s been watching for you weeks. You’re living in his room, afterall.

warnings: 2.9k words -- self insert! female receiving. shameless smut. post-death Tate, ghost sex, cunnilingus, handjob, rough sex, unprotected sex, mention of ghosts/death.

Ao3 link here! Full fic below the cut! 18+.

tagged: @zabelcolin @kaismanwich @elsamars @thewolveswithin @marylovesevanpeters @80strashbag @r-3tro​ @twinkiemaximoff​ @milkovich-misfit {dm/ask to be added!}

It was the third week in the new house.

It was the first time that you actually felt at home. Somehow, you’d managed to make two friends from school, which was equally as shocking to you as it was to your parents. In previous schools, you’d always been on the outskirts, bored stiff at the idea of socialising. When you’d announced to your dad at dinner that you’d actually braved the choppy shores of friendship, he’d nearly choked on his coffee.

“That’s wonderful! Why don’t you invite them over for dinner tonight?” Your mom asked, setting her mug down on the table. You rocked your foot back and forth, mulling over the idea. Previously, your days off from school had been spent unpacking and checking around corners, listening to the creaking and whining of an old house.

Your mother was delighted with its age, commenting on the Tiffany glass and wood — but you felt things that had rotted underneath the wood. Things that whispered when your back was turned, or lingered in the kitchen when you went for a glass of water in the middle of the night.

“Okay, sure.”  

So that night, instead of flicking the light switch off in your bathroom and making a beeline for your bedroom, you sat on the floor with Jessica, Angie, a dish of pizza rolls and three glasses of grape soda.

You swallowed the mouthful, and nodded. “No, I’m serious. This house is weird. The first week I was here, in the kitchen… I saw a blonde lady with a hole in the back of her head.”

Jessica snapped the book she was leafing through, and turned. “I bet she was murdered. Don’t you have an Ouija board?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, pointing towards the bookcase. “Never used it, though.”

“You’re going to. This is much more fun than going to Town Hall and asking for records on previous owners. Sometimes, they don’t include death certificates — which is obviously what everyone is interested in. That’s the good stuff.” It took all of three minutes for Jessica to set it up. In unison, the three of you delicately placed two fingers on the planchette.

“Okay… so, what do we ask?”

You chewed on the inside of your lip, thinking.

“Is there anyone here with us?” You blurted out.

The planchette skidded to life, circling in the middle of the board. You’d seen it happen in movies, but the actual sensation was an unsettling one. YES. You all exchanged looks, searching for any guilty expressions — but it seemed that none of you had opted to play any tricks. The planchette had moved by itself.

“Did you die here?” Angie asked.

YES.

Jessica gasped. “Ooooh, what if it’s a cute ghost boy like in Casper? Can I keep you?”  

Completely enrapt with the idea, she turned her attention to the board, and asked, “Is the spirit in this room male?”

YES.

“Well, that rules out Miss Hole in her Head.” You cleared your throat, focusing on the printed letters. “Have you been the one in my room every night?”

“The one in your room every night?!” Jessica hissed, shooting a pointed look at you. You shrugged apologetically. Angie, who was visibly uneasy with the entire idea, almost fell backwards when the spirit answered.

YES.

“Oh my god!?” Jessica hung her head between her arms, laughing. “It’s probably some old grandpa with a shrimp dick, let’s be real here.”

“Bet. I’ll find out. Do you have a big dick, Mr. Ghost?” You asked.

Again, the planchette zipped to YES. Whoever he was, he didn’t hesitate. Cute. The three of you howled, laughing at the ridiculousness of the question. Angie desperately tried to redirect the conversation by asking the ghost what it wanted. The planchette spelled out HER.

Jessica lifted her fingers, and Angie screeched at her to return them. “If you don’t say goodbye, the spirit will have an open invitation to come into you!”

“To come!?” Jessica mocked. “To come into me?! Oh, the horror — don’t come into me! Pull out first, Ghost.”

Angie scowled. “You’re so gross.”

As they bickered, you stared at the planchette. It was still active, despite Angie and Jessica’s attention being pulled away. It quivered back and forth, as though it was shaking nervously.  

Once Jessica’s wandering mind had been reigned back in, the three of you managed a few more more questions; some about murder, some about occult, and some about other ghosts in the house. Eventually, the sun disappeared from your window, plunging your room into darkness, and your mother called the three of you down to eat. Your friends stayed for about an hour after dinner, and they’d seemingly forgotten about the Ouija board. You hadn’t, though. You leaned your back against the door, the coldness of the glass piercing through your cotton shirt. Your eyes trailed up the staircase, following the bend of the bannister as it curved to the left. Before you made your way upstairs to ready yourself for bed, you craned your neck down the hall, trying to listen for the whispers.

~

You sat upright in your bed, gasping for air. The book clutched in your hand fell to the floor with a thud. You hadn’t even really remembered falling asleep, but the creak of your floorboards had woken you up. You were met with nothing but the silence and glittering darkness of the room while your eyes adjusted. Eventually, the speckles turned into furniture pieces; your dresser, your mirror, your bookcase… everything seemed in order. The clock on your bedside table incessantly blinked 2:34 AM.

Something skidded across the floor, a spinning blur of tan and black. You yelped, throwing yourself up against your headboard. Your room was silent save for that sound of something hard scooting against a flat surface. You took a deep breath, and crept forward gingerly, wincing each time your mattress creaked.

You gripped the edge of your bed frame tightly, knuckles paling. You peered over. In the middle of the floor where you’d been sitting earlier, the Ouija board was laid out. The planchette swept across the board as it had earlier, but this time with no hands to guide it. It zipped across the board aggressively, as though it was trying to get your attention.

“Hello?”

The triangle paused, then slowly drifted to hello.

Dumbfounded, your mouth opened and closed. You were at a loss — because no horror movie had ever given you any idea how to politely hold a conversation with a spirit outside of the traditional setting.

“Um…. can I… help you? Are you here to possess me?”

Stupid. That was stupid.

Watching as the planchette swept across the board, you read the letters allowed.

“L…A…Y…. Lay? Lay. Okay. B…A…C…K? Lay back?” You waited for further confirmation, but the planchette stayed still for a moment.

It started spinning again, quickly spelling out a final instruction. “Close my eyes. Lay back and close my…. eyes.”

You heaved a sigh, and against your better judgement, you did. You shimmied back underneath the covers, pulling them up to your chest, and waited. The seconds were excruciating, and you were sure some horror movie had to have started like this.  

The duvet rustled at the bottom of the bed, and all at once, a gust of cold air hit your feet. The mattress gave to the weight of someone, and you yelped at the feeling of clothed shoulders nestling in between your thighs.

A broad hand ghosted across your stomach, fiddling the scalloped edge of your pyjama shorts. It swooped into your inner thigh, then circled down along your knee. Though the actions were soft, you couldn’t help but feel the knot forming in your stomach. Letting out a soft whimper, you bit your lip, clamping down hard. One hand slid up, caressing the curve of your ribs. You writhed. “You’re driving me insane…” you whispered harshly. Had you really been that touch starved? 

Lips hovered over your inner thigh, the hot breath washing over the warm skin. A single finger ran along the inside, trailing further and further up. He slowed as he neared you, wordlessly asking for permission. 

“Please,” you begged, doing everything you could not to scoot your hips down into him and embarrass yourself any further. “Please…” 

He continued. The pad of his finger floated over you, stroking, teasing until the wetness soaked through the threads. The hands disappeared, but only to return to the sides, where they gripped the waistband, tugging them softly off your hips.

You took a deep breath and immediately clamped your hand over your mouth, muffling the shrill whine that tried to escape. Whoever he was, lapped at your cunt like it was a melting ice cream cone, and it didn’t take long for it to start weeping, soaking the green sheets beneath you.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, and your eyelids fluttered, overwhelmed with the sensation. Everything was white and on fire. Your thighs trembled deep within the muscle with every flick of his tongue. Were you really getting eaten out by a ghost? Was that actually happening? You felt silly acknowledging that. His tongue flattened out against your clit and you let out a whine, erasing every other thought. He pressed his face deeper into your wet folds, tongue flicking at the underside of your clit.

“Fffffuck, oh my god.”

You had to know. You swallowed, and tightened your lips into a thin line. You were ready for whatever horrifying visual would meet you. With one final surge of courage, you flipped the covers up, opened your eyes and gazed into the tented darkness. A head of soft, blonde curls bobbed softly between your legs.

“HELLO?!” It wasn’t a greeting, but the boy lifted his head from your cunt. Two dark eyes glimmered at you from beneath the duvet.

“Hey,” he said, chin glistening. “I’m Tate. I used to live here.”

“You’re so…. cute?”

He smiled crookedly, the dimples in his cheek deepening. “Were you expecting Freddy Krueger or something?”

Your head fell back on the pillow like an anvil and a breathy laugh broke your pants. “Yeah, maybe. Jesus Christ…. I don’t know. I’ve never had a ghost between my legs.”

“You liked it. You’re so wet.” He was pleased with himself, you could tell. Reaching one finger up to stroke your opening, he angled his head to watch the way you clenched and squirmed at his touch.

“Was I… were you the one I was talking to with my friends?” He nodded. He shifted his weight, manoeuvring himself up until he was above you, supporting himself with hands on either side of your neck.

“I’ve been watching you since you moved in, Y/N… I didn’t want to scare you away.” He confessed, searching your face. “I’ve wanted you for weeks.”  

You were scrambling to keep your thoughts in one manageable bundle. On one hand, this scenario was insane and you were sick to be enjoying it. On the other… sure, he was dead, but he was easily one of the cutest boys you’d ever seen and the way he wanted you was intoxicating. His dark eyes darted from your lips to your eyes, wordlessly asking for permission. You craned your neck up to meet him, pressing into his plush, pink lips.

You’d never been one of those boy crazy teenagers, but you understood the cathartic release that sex brought. It was carnal and natural. You’d only ever slept with one other person, so the hunger was never sated, and you were left quietly fingering yourself after your parents fell asleep. Every time you’d had the chance to have made out with someone though, you tasted them. Deeply. Kissing someone released their scent, the one that only intimate partners got. And none of them had ever been as heady and addictive as Tate was. You tilted your head to get further into his waiting mouth, swirling your tongue with his. You whimpered, sending a moan down his throat.

You reached under, sliding your hands down his stomach. The tiniest trail of hair guided you to the waistband of his jeans, where you made quick work of the buttons. Breaking the kiss only to help with scooting his jeans over the curve of his ass, Tate quickly returned his lips against yours, his tongue moving past your lips eagerly.

Although you were going in blind, it wasn’t difficult to find his cock. Not only did it take up most of the space between you two, but it was hot to the touch, the heat radiating from beneath the thin fabric of his boxers. You pressed your hand against him, getting an idea for the length.

“Huh. So, you weren’t lying about that.” Tate’s hips ground against your palm in response. You reached up, flipping the elastic down so you could slip your hand in, dragging your fingers along the soft tip. Your palm was immediately slick with his precum; the thick fluid coated the soft skin. You used your thumb to smear some of it to the underside of the head, teasing at the ridges. He groaned, burying his face into your neck.

“I didn’t lie about anything you asked me.”

You began stroking him underneath the sheets in slow, full movements and Tate’s breathing hitched, hips bucking forward involuntarily. You sped up, feeling warm droplets dribble onto your exposed tummy. Your thumb pressed into the squishy flesh of his head, not expecting the reaction that followed.

“Mm-uh—please. Please, I want you. Please.” He was begging, whining, and his big brown eyes were filled with a pathetic yearning that made your walls soak even further.

“So do it.”

He wasted no time in completing your demand. He sat up, the covers falling off his back.Tate gripped himself, giving his cock a few pumps before he lined himself up, pressing his hot, leaking tip into your entrance. Snatching the opportunity from him, you bucked your hips up to his, forcing his cock inside. You clenched around him hungrily and Tate let out a throaty whine as he pushed the remaining length into you.

He started out slow, taking his time as he slid in and out of you, but the slick pull of your walls each time he slid out unravelled his concentration. Each thrust seemed a little more desperate than the last, his balls slapping against you, splashing the mixture of his spit and your cum against your inner thighs. Bottoming out inside of you, he arched his neck backwards, letting it hang heavy. “Are you a virgin?”

“Wha — no.” You breathed, adjusting your head on the pillow to look at him. Odd question to ask in the middle of the deed. “Why?”

Tate swallowed, and between pants, said, “Because…. you’re so wet.” He dropped forward, pressing his forehead against yours. His cock was still inside, the girth hitting you at a new angle, and the fullness made your stomach clench.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, okay? Tell me if I’m hurting you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You nodded fervidly, and slithered your hands underneath his sweat-soaked shirt until it gathered. Tate lifted his arms, and allowed you to slip the shirt over them. You tossed it towards the edge of the bed, and raked your nails along his naked chest.

“Please.” It was your turn to beg. Tate backed his hips out, pulling himself from your warmth. “I want it.”

He dropped back down to his hands, getting a tight grip on the mattress behind you. His lips met yours again, hungrily. It provided only a momentary distraction, because the second that Tate started pounding into you, you could focus on nothing else — except suppressing your aroused screams. He scooted closer to you on the bed, angling himself to get deeper.

He was hitting every spot he could, and your breaths quickened as he fucked you closer to the edge. You bit down on your lip, squeezing your eyes shut. He had just started, and you were already about to lose it.

“Are you gonna’ cum? Huh?” Tate asked, now struggling to keep his rhythm. If you were close, he seemed to be closer — and you didn’t feel so bad. Tate reached down, pulling himself out to slide the tip of his cock over your clit a few times before stuffing it back in. Your lips parted in a soundless scream as you felt the unmistakable warmth filling you, the quivering in your legs, and the desperate, spasming arch of your back.

“Fuck, fuck,” Tate chanted, feeling your orgasm as it gripped him in a wet, pulsing chokehold. “Fuck!”

As he spilled into you, Tate fell atop of your body, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours. His hips were on autopilot, erratically bucking with each gush. You winced, on the verge of overstimulation. Gradually, his thrusts slowed.  

He flopped over on the side of you, one hand stroking the outside of your thigh delicately. He was gazing at you dreamily when you turned to face him.

“So, do I have to bring out the Ouija board each time I want to see you?”

Tate propped his head up on his hand. “You want to see me again?”

You rolled your eyes to the ceiling, a taunting smile curling around your swollen lips. “Uhhh… yeah.”

“I can be here every night if you want.” He purred.

“Haven’t you been anyway? Or did you lie about that?”

Tate’s brows pulled upwards, looking hurt. “I told you — I didn’t lie about anything! I’d never lie to you!”

“Okay, shh —“ You silenced him with your lips. “I’ll be right back. I have to pee.”

For the first time since you’d moved in, you weren’t afraid of ghosts as you walked to the bathroom. You were just afraid that the one in your bedroom would be gone when you got back.

He wasn’t, though.

🚨WHOOP WHOOP IT'S THE SOUND OF DA POLICE🚨

I've decided to do Kinktober even though I can never seem to finish it😂

Maybe this year lol

32 prompts, 16 days as following:

Somnophillia + Body Worship x Twilight Felix Volturi (Fem Reader) October 1st

Corruption + Anal x The Arcana Count Lucio (Male Reader) October 3rd

Public Sex + Brat Taming x Obey Me Satan (GN Reader) October 5th

Nipple Play + Fingering x AHS Tate Langdon (Fem Reader) October 7th

Breeding Kink + Creampie x MHA Keigo Takami (Fem Reader) October 9th

Size Kink + Cumflation x Twilight Emmett Cullen (Fem Reader) October 11th

Pain + Humiliation x Twilight Alec Volturi/Jane Volturi (No Twincest) (GN Reader) October 13th

Cock Warming + Bullying x Obey Me Solomon (Male Reader) October 15th

Bondage + Lingerie x The Arcana Julian Devorak (Fem Reader) October 17th

Mirror Sex + Spanking x MHA Aizawa Shouta (Male Reader) October 19th

Voice Kink + Dirty Talk x Twilight Demetri Volturi (GN Reader) October 21st

FemDom + Edging x Twilight Jane Volturi (Male Reader) October 23rd

Breathplay + Blowjob x Twilight Jasper Hale (GN Reader) October 25th

Uniform + Authority Kink x Twilight Charlie Swan (Fem Reader) October 27th

Doctor Play + Exhibitionism x Twilight Carlisle Cullen (Fem Reader) October 29th

Monster Fucking + DubCon x Obey Me Leviathan (Fem Reader) October 31st

Wax Play + Choking x MHA Shouto Todoroki (Fem Reader) October 28th

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Evan got a golden globe for his 36th birthday & now he gets a 2nd Emmy for his 37th🥲

Masterlist

who i write for

* means it’s one of my favorites

requests will be written with a fem reader in mind unless specified otherwise

Alice in borderland

arisu

NSFW headcannons

sub Arisu headcannons

NSFW alphabet

chishiya

Chishiya x asexual reader headcannons

Simp!Chishiya headcannons

Random Chishiya headcannons

NSFW alphabet *

sfw headcannons

cockwarming chishiya

chishiya x militant reader

chishiya reacting to niragi trying to assult reader

kyuma

Kyuma x reader having a bad day headcannons

Kyuma crushing headcannons

NSFW alphabet

Random Kyuma headcannons *

tatta

fluff headcannons

save your tears (nsfw)

karube

NSFW alphabet

AHS

tate langdon

NSFW headcannons

kit walker

NSFW headcannons

Scream

charlie walker

NSFW alphabet *

Random headcannons

stalker headcannons

cuddling headcannons

lick it up (nsfw)

sfw headcannons

stu macher

nsfw alphabet

Other

danny cooper

submissive headcannons *

bunny!danny headcannons

jack thurlow

nsfw headcannons

euronymous

i’ll kiss your open sores (nsfw)

jake webber

doing his makeup*

enemies to lovers

nsfw alphabet

black cat reader x Jake

please baby please(pussy drunk!Jake)

jake webber hickey headcannons *

gimme more(sub!jake w/overstim)

cockwarming jake

jakexgf with pierced nipples

size kink headcannons

fluff headcannons

johnnie guilbert

joining his stream *

nsfw headcannons

doing his makeup

sub!johnnie

nsfw alphabet

dom!johnnie headcannons

giving him head under his desk headcannons *

johnnie x goth reader headcannons

johnnie buying reader a cat

love/hate (hate sex w/ johnnie)

johnnie x trans male reader having a bad day

Halloween Mischief

-C.S

Synopsis: You and your best friend Chris decide to go to a halloween party as Tate Langdon and Violet from “American Horror Story”, but when you put his makeup on him, something unexpected happens.

Pairing: Sub!Chris Sturniolo X Dom!Fem Reader

Warnings: SMUTTTTT, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it PLEASEEEE.), oral (m & f receiving), use of pet names (good boy, baby, sweetheart), cockwarming, bondage kink, choking, degradation and praise kink, male overstimulation, cussing (obv), kinky asf.

“Chris! Hold still!” You giggle, trying to hold the wiggling boy down. You were standing in front of the boy as he sat on the bed, as you pressed the cold eyeliner against his nose.

“I’m trying!” The boy argues. You shake your head as he pulled away from the cold soft material, for seemingly the tenth time within the past three minutes.

You furrow your eyebrows, before moving yourself onto his lap, to restrain him from moving so much. His eyes widen as his hands fly to your hips.

“There. Now, hold still.” You demand, and he slowly nods. You slide your hand through his hair, resting it on the back of his head, not allowing him to pull away anymore. “Close your eyes,” You tell him, and he obeys.

His eyes slowly flutter shut, and you use your free hand to tilt his head to the side by gripping his jaw. You move your face forwards, bringing yourself closer to him, dragging your eyeliner stick against his face, making smooth lines.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart beat slightly faster at this new level of intimacy. Sure, you and Chris hold hands, cuddle, and are overall quite touchy people, but you’ve never sat on his lap while doing his makeup. It wasn’t something you ever thought you’d do- not with him at least.

You traced out the boy’s eye sockets, before he started squirming again.

“Chris. Whats the matter? ‘m I gonna have to tie you up?” You scoff, and he whines and shakes his head. He whined. Your face turned red, and his eyes open in shock.

“N-no.. ‘m sorry- i’m trying..” He pouts, and you swallow thickly. Thats when you notice something. Chris was hard. You figured to play it off, not sure if you wanted to possibly ruin your friendship. You ignored him, before grabbing a thicker eyeliner pen, slowly shading in the outline. You couldn’t lie, Chris was hot as fuck, but you didn’t know if this would ruin anything between you two, and thats the last thing you wanted.

You began to be the one squirming, as you felt his boner poking uncomfortably at you ass. He kissed his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut harder. His hands have stayed on your hips this whole time, and now he had began squeezing you gently.

“Chris,” You whisper.

“Hm?” He hums in response, keeping his eyes shut.

“Open your eyes f’me,” You demanded, and his eyes quickly opened. “Good boy.” You praise, and you see his adams apple bob in his throat. You placed your hand on his cheek, pulling his skin down, lifting his waterline off of his eye, allowing you to gently trace it out. You knew this would be the part he squirms the most in.

You pressed the eyeliner to his waterline, and to no surprise, he jolted back.

“Chris, stop fucking moving.” You growled, pulling the eyeliner away from his face.

“‘M sorry! ‘M so sorry,” He whines, and you shake your head, standing up.

“Where do you keep your bandanas?” You ask, and the boy points to the top of his dresser, at a pile of various colored bandanas. You smile to yourself, as you pick a orange one out of the pile. “Stand up.” You tell him, and he did. You walk behind him, before pushing his hands together behind his back, quickly tying them together.

He let out a sharp gasp, before you push him back onto the bed. He sits up, his chest rising and falling at a quickend pace.

“Next time, if you don’t fucking listen, i’m gonna tie your legs down, ‘kay, pretty boy?” You furrow your eyebrows, and he quickly nods, looking up at you through his lashes. “Good boy.” You praise once again, before unexpectedly leaning down, placing a kiss to the bulge in his jeans.

All though he couldn’t feel it much, the action threw him into a spiral. Thinking about all of the things you could do to him.

“Y/N…” He whined again, as you crawled back onto the bed.

“Hm?” You asked, acting completely oblivious.

“I.. I need you, please..” He cries out, and you smirk.

“Need me to hurry up..?” You tilt your head, before straddling his lap again, causing him to sharply inhale.

“Y/N, for fucks sake. Please.. Please fuck me..” He whispers, and your eyes widen. You knew that was what he wanted, you just didn’t expect him to be so outright with it. You knew that Chris has no filter, so it shouldn’t have surprised you as much as it did. You scoffed, before lifting your body off of his.

You slip your hands in his waistband, before tugging them down, you look at him for approval.

“Please.” He whines, and thats all you needed. You pull off his boxers and jeans, your eyes widening when his fully erect cock slaps his shirt. He was thick and long, a prominent vein on the underside, a dabble of precum dripping along it.

“You’re so pretty..” You hum in approval, and the boy lets out a shaky breath. You slip your own pants off, crawling back onto the bed. You slide your panties to the side, as you grabbed his cock. His hips involuntarily buck up, and you glare at him. He whines as you slide the tip of his cock through your soaked folds.

You both let out a small moan at the new feeling, before you slowly began to sink down on his cock. You hissed at the burning feeling, but as he bottomed out, the feeling slowly subsided. You leaned forwards, pushing your left hand harshly on his throat, picking up the eyeliner again.

“This is what you get for fucking moving so much.” You growled, coloring in the outlines you had already drawn on, knowing it would all get messed up if you continued on with what you were doing.

“‘m sorry,” He whines. “‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry..” He cries, and you tsk.

“Shouldn’t have been such a bad boy, then. Should you have?” You questioned, and he shakes his head.

“I-I know I was bad, but I can make it up to you! I promise!” He pleads, his bright blue eyes staring into yours. You sighed, taking your hand off of his throat.

“By doing what?” You ask disapprovingly.

“I.. I wanna taste you- please!” He begs, and you can’t lie, his words made you tighten your thighs around his hips. You slowly lift yourself up, causing Chris to let out a guttural moan. “F-fuck,” He gasps as his cock slips out of you, landing back onto his lower stomach. Your pussy throbbed as you made your way slowly to Chris’ face.

Before making it all the way up, you placed a soft peck against his lips, for only a few seconds, seemingly teasing. He whined when you pulled away, but the second you were hovering over him, he was dead silent.

He lifted his own head up, allowing him to kiss your folds, not being able to pull you down with his hands. You slowly followed his face down, his tongue lapping at your wetness. You bit your bottom lip, stifling your moans. His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly, your stomach flexing in response.

“M-Mph- Good boy— fuck, Chris,” You panted, and felt Chris smile against you. Not in a cocky way. He was just happy he could make you feel this good. His own hips thrusted up, wanting to feel friction- not that it would take him long to do so. The second you came, which would be very soon, you would ride him until he was crying and begging you to stop.

“I-i’m close,” You warned as his tongue dove into you, deeper and deeper. All of those times you’ve seen the boy suck his lips around a lollipop, his tongue swirling around the sweetened candy, you knew he was good with his mouth, but fuck, not this good.

The boy whined in approval underneath you, beginning to shake his head back and fourth, causing his nose to continuously brush against your throbbing clit. You moaned loudly, legs shaking and tightening around Chris’ head as you felt the knot in your stomach snap. You felt your juices run onto Chris’ face, him not wasting a drop.

You slowly backed off of his face, admiring the sight below you. The boy’s chest was heaving, his mouth glistening, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. You were glad you hadn’t done his mouth makeup yet, because that would be fucked. His nose was already smudged, the makeup beginning to run off of it.

Chris begins squirming impatiently below you, getting tired of waiting. You were lucky his hands were tied back, or he’d be having his way with you. However, he knows his place. You get the hint, and move your way down to the boy’s large cock. You place another kiss on his sensitive tip, this time however, it was unclothed, making the sensation so much more heightened. He bucked his hips up, but immediately pausing afterwards.

“Y’know, if you wanted my mouth so bad,” You started, licking a bold stripe up his throbbing cock, “You could’ve just asked, no?” You teased, and he nodded.

“Y-yes, yes. You’re r-right.. ‘m sorry,” He apologized, kissing his teeth. You don’t listen to him, instead you pushed your head down onto his cock, miraculously taking all of him. “Fuck!” He cried out, loud enough for the fucking astronauts on the moon to hear.

Tears began to flood your eyes as you continued to push your head up and down, pushing yourself, all so you could hear his euphoric cries and whines. You looked up at him through your lidded eyes, seeing his absolutely ruined state. All of his makeup was smudged, some lines of black running down his face in the form of tears and sweat, his hair messily sticking to his slick forehead.

“Y-Y/N! Fuck, Y/N! I’m cum-ming!” He hiccuped, his hips stuttering. You hummed in approval, feeling generous. The vibrations alone were enough to send the brunette over the edge, painting your throat with his white spurts of cum.

You slowly pulled your mouth off of the crying boy, his semi-hard dick flopping down. You leaned forwards, your lips meeting his. His eyes widen, as your tongue dominates his. Slowly, his eyes flutter shut, leaning into the kiss. He felt helpless and vulnerable with his hands tied back like this, but for you, he’d allow it.

You pulled away from his soft swollen pink lips, trailing your open mouthed kisses down to his neck and collarbone, sure to leave few marks here and there. You bit down harshly, causing the boy to let out a sharp moan. You could tell the poor boy was getting hard again, as his cock was pressing against your bare ass.

You pulled away from his sore neck, moving yourself back down to hover over his cock. You slipped your panties to the side, slipping his tip through your wet folds a few times, Chris’ breathing once again speeding up.

“Your safe word is ‘Red’, ‘kay, pretty boy?” You reassured, and he nodded.

“O-okay, ma.” He replies, as you place a kiss to his forehead, and slowly sinking yourself down onto his cock. It wasn’t nearly as painful as it had been the first time that night, but you definitely weren’t used to it quite yet. You whined slightly, causing Chris to throw his head back, his adams apple bobbing in his throat.

You began thrusting yourself up and down, your legs slapping against his hip-bones. He let out strings of loud moans and curses, his hips bucking up every once in a while. You pretended to hate it, but you and he both know you love it. Neither of you would act on it, though. Chris staying obedient to your demands.

Your bounces got sloppier and sloppier as Chris squirmed below you, black tears rolling down his face, his eyes scrunched, holding his orgasm back. He had been pleading you to let him cum for a while now, repeating things like “Ma- please! I can’t take it!” and “Oh, fuck! Please, please, let me cum! I’m a good boy, please!” You wouldn’t lie, his begging was making everything so much better for you, until you began getting closer to your edge as well.

“C-Chris, baby, let go-“ You permitted, and he immediately did so, filling you up, as your cum streaked his cock. You slowed your movement, before coming to a complete stop. “God, you’re amazing,” You praised, kissing the boys forehead, staying on his lap.

“P-please untie me- My arms hurt,” He whined shyly, and you fake pouted.

“Awe, you poor thing.” You tutted, reaching behind his back, pulling the orange bandana off of him, that you actually tied surprisingly tight. The second his hands were free, he grabbed your face, smashing your lips against his roughly.

“Please just stay here- we don’t have to go to that party,” He begged, and you sighed and reluctantly agreed. You began to lift yourself off of him, but he quickly slams you back down, you letting out a sharp gasp as he did so.

“No, stay. Please.” He tilted his head, looking up at you through his eyelashes. You sighed, before pulling him down, laying both of you on your sides, legs tangled, his cock still in your leaking cunt. The sensation was slightly gross to you, but he was hot, so you’d let it slide. The boy cuddled into you, resting his head on your chest before drifting off to sleep, leaving you to wonder,

are you friends— or more?

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