#tate

[aurpiment]

T’GARN’SL TUESDAYYY

Yessir right ‘way sir

#asks #Tate #mt

[marchsfreakshow]

Clingyness {Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader}

You're watching a horror movie with Tate, and he gets worried for you, so you decide to find a way to comfort him.

For my big sis @lilthbunny 💜

18+! Minors dni with this fic.

Warnings!: Oral (M receive), praise and praise, p n v, Sub!Tate, Dom!Reader, horror movie generalness, mommy kink, kind of ooc Tate, crud smut writing.

Tate and you were snuggled together, under a warm duvet, the rain was storming, making the atmosphere feel more and more like a cliche. But he was resting his cute head on your chest, an arm placed around your waist, as one of yours held his own waist. No one dared disturb you two today.

It was Halloween.

Despite Halloween being the day that ghosts could roam free, Tate wanted to watch a movie tonight. It made you happy anyway, too many parties and drunk rowdy teenagers. He agreed that it was a night to stay inside and watch Halloween movies. Snacks were on your lap and Tate's lap, with two hot chocolates on the bedside drawer. Nothing but the best for my princess, Tate thought, looking up at you. You were distracted by the movie. It was a movie you somehow had never seen.

The Banana Splits Movie.

The premise of it enticed your horror movie-loving heart. It was a scrapped Five Nights At Freddy's script, but the creator rejected it, so it was created as its own movie. A horror movie about killer animatronics that don't act like actual animatronics. Being you, you had to look up everything about the movie and even watched a YouTube video about it which counted the kills and went into detail about how the movie was made.

But, bringing you out of your thoughts was Tate cuddling himself up to you, like he was trying to get on top of you or in your skin. Either of them would be okay with him. "Baby, you okay?" You asked softly, petting Tate's hair. He looked up at you with a dark puppy eyes look and nodded towards the TV screen. A character had been sawn in half from Fleegles's magic box. His fiance, kneeling by his head, and crying, mourning her loss. It ended up scaring Tate, and his imagination was going crazy, worrying about what if that happened to you, or if any of the kills happened to you or him. Losing you in any way possible made Tate scared out of his mind. "Oh, Tate..."

"I like the movie, but I don't want to lose you like that."

"Baby boy, you know I'm smart enough to not get myself into a situation like that." You replied as Tate made a little 'mmh.' noise. Sighing, you kissed Tate, gently holding his face. He kissed you back, suddenly eager. As the movie carried in the background, both you and Tate carried on with a make-out session. The screams and general horror movie noises kept going, the light from the TV lighting your back as you were straddling your boyfriend's lap. It didn't distract you at all, considering something was distracting you instead. "how about I prove to you that I'm gonna be by your side forever yeah?" You quickly asked, sitting up. Tate nodded, smiling.

Both of you started to move to each other's wants and needs. Tate holding you at every angle possible, and you remove your clothes as well as Tate's. The duvet was the source of warmth, but you doubted you would need it in a second. So, while Tate was distracted by leaving hickeys over your chest and collarbones, you decided to grind on him and his exposed cock. Moved back and forth slowly, making sure he felt every part of it. He shook slightly with every moment, taking a grip on your waist and small, little whimpers leaving his mouth, and yours. The only other noises you heard were coming from the TV. Well, fuck the movie now, you thought, staring at the clingy, whimpering boy you were on top of. But, you stopped eventually, and the whimpers were left with sounds of Tate wanting you to grind more on his hard dick. Instead, you crawled down onto your stomach, holding yourself up with your elbows.

"You ready my darling?" You asked, pumping Tate painfully slowly.

"Please, please mommy.." With the whines Tate made, you kept on pumping him but licked the head of his dick, coating it in your own saliva with a mix of his pre-cum. You stared up at him, not wanting to show him any mercy, but he was so cute to you, humping your hand and his eyes rolling back. Just for being so cute, you praised your boyfriend by enveloping his head in your mouth, taking your time to go up and down, and attempting to hit every good spot you could find. Your hand slid up and down the last little bit of Tate's cock that you couldn't fit in your mouth, but he didn't seem to care as he kept thrusting in your mouth to all he liked. Quickly though, you stopped him and sat up, resting back on his cock lightly. "Mm fuck, mommy.. continue, please?"

"You're such a good boy, aren't you? Wanting me to do everything?" Tate nodded in reply as you leaned down, kissing and sucking his neck, small hickeys appearing everywhere. Tate clung onto you like he usually would, staring at you softly. "Mm, okay then, just for being such a good boy for mommy," You whispered in his ear, lining yourself up and lowering yourself on Tate's cock. He grabbed your hips immediately and unconsciously, ready to start thrusting. However, before he could start fucking you to the stars, you took his hands and pinned them to the bed's headboard with your own hands, using them as support as you started to move up and down. The feeling of going so slow made Tate want to start thrusting in you and making you feel good like he had plenty of times before.

Both of you started thrusting, which in turn almost made you see stars. Tate's more needy, but it felt so good either way. "Oh f-fuck I love you.." He muttered, his breathing heavy, and his hands gripping yours as they were still pinned above his head.

"I love, you too my cutie." Thoughts of edging Tate ran around your empty, desperate mind as you could sense he was close. The extra whines, calling your name out more, trying to snuggle into your neck. You decided that you should, so you let go of his hands. But just as you did, Tate pulled you down and stopped you thrusting, confusing you. "p..pup what are you doing-" you interrupted yourself with almost scream-like moans as Tate did nothing but thrust up and hard, you were unable to control yourself as you clung to him, and came as fast as you blinked.

Tate soon realised that, and stopped. "Are you okay? I'm sorry if I went too hard." You got up despite being shaky and laid beside Tate, catching your breath. Both he and you took your drinks, drinking the now lukewarm hot chocolate.

After you had enough drink to suffice, you put it back and smiled at Tate. "I'm okay, were you close?" In which he nodded. "C'mon, on top of me baby." He grinned, moving on top of you and immediately re-entering you. He started sloppily thrusting again, you clinging to him again as he hit everything right where it felt good.

Only a few minutes went by before, "mommy...fuck fuck, mommy-"

"Cum."

Tate cummed inside you, still holding onto you as he rode it out best he could. Both of you reached for the towel that was placed sort of intentionally by your bed and cleaned each other up. "I'm so proud of you baby boy, I love you."

"I love you Y/N." Tate kissed your nose gently, putting the duvet on top of you both, getting comfy again. By now the movie was three-quarters done, but you still watched it, cosying back up with Tate being in your arms.

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

Taglist: @taintandviolent @howtobesasha @hyperharlz @tatelangdonsweater

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[anggelic]

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[ghepdttyf]

#american horror story #murder house #tate langdon #tate #evan peters

[garadinervi]

Naum Gabo, Construction in Space (Crystal), (plastic (cellulose acetate)) 1937-1939 [Tate, London. © Nina & Graham Williams]

#art #sculpture #structure #geometry #naum gabo #tate #1930s

[seancodygif]

#tate #forrest #gif

[feminine-fever]

Hi, I’m Tate, I’m dead. Wanna hook up?

#ahs #american horror story #feminine fever #girlblogging #tate langdon #tate #tate and violet #langdon #violet harmon #moodboard #murder house #ahs murder house #even peters #evan peters #peters #taissa farmiga #evan peters 2010s

[glassphinix]

you can have a squid party with pearl

game 0of the fuckign year

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #side order #splatoon side order #side order spoilers #splatoon pearl #pearl drone #agent 8 #agent eight #oc #my oc #tate #this is the actual footage of me finding out about this firsthand btw #if the excited octoflopping didnt give it away akdksdnsgsjdbg #internal monologue

[liasadventuretime]

✦ TATE'S A NEEDY BOY 

PROMPT ➜ tate was the sweetest person you could ask for, but what happens when the only person you can’t say no to, starts being needy ?

TAGS ➜ dom!reader x sub!tate, whimpering, impact play, degradation, humiliation, slight bondage and restraining, slapping. 

Tate’s a fucking whore. You’ve tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t true for months, but it didn’t work. You have to also admit you liked it. He was a whore just for you. A needy whiny desperate boy that is all yours and only wants you. If he wants attention from you he’ll get it, one way or another.

You’re on a business call ? He’ll start undressing right in front of you with that desperate look on his face that you couldn’t resist. 

You’re busy with homework ? He’ll start palming himself letting out a moan or two. 

You’re trying to concentrate on something ? He’ll make you suck on his long slim fingers making you gag on them until you gave up. 

Tate had lots of problems, you already knew that. What he doesn’t know is that you enjoy them. All the times he cried about his mom, all the times he cried because he just loved you so much ? They all made you so aroused you were ashamed of it. You like being tate’s mom and he enjoys being your son. He liked all the times you pulled his hair because he was acting up. He liked all the times you took care of him while he was sick. He liked all the times you cuddled him to sleep in such a lovely and motherly way. He was your son, and you were his mother. Once he even called you mom by accident, but it felt so natural, it felt so good you didn’t even bring it up. You definitely had a mommy kink, and to say he loved it was way too little much to explain how he felt every time you called him a good boy or gave him a kiss on the forehead. There’s no way, there are no words and there are phrases to describe the way and the motherly urge to assist tate in whatever he needs. The way he cried made your heart wrench but also made you so aroused you couldn’t hold it back while seeing him in such desperate and ruined state. That’s the word. You wanted to ruin him. 

He definitely knows how to get on your nerves. You were in the kitchen trying to finish some math homework you had been working on for a bit now, when the little slut entered the room with only a towel around his waist, hair wet, abs in the air, hands super veiny and the most ridable arms you’ve ever seen. You focused back on your homework when you suddenly felt someone behind you. 

“What’re you doing sweetheart ?”

Oh you were going to ruin that man so bad he won’t be even capable of speaking such lustful words. His voice was so sweet and the deep it made you skip a heartbeat in your heart and feel an extra heartbeat in your clit. 

“Nothing, just some math homework.” You said in a non chalant voice, knowing damn well this motherfucker was up to something.

“Take a little break, will ya’ ?” He put his hands on your shoulder driving them to you cheeks, caressing them.

“You know I can’t Tate. I’ll be done in a minute, just be patient.” His hands paused, taking them off your face. 

“Please, five minutes that’s all I ask” He said in a begging tone, you know what’s going to happen, because it had already happened a thousand times.

But how could you ever say no to your sweet needy boy ?

“Tate please, don’t do this you know I can’t. Please.” He wasn’t going to give up that easily, wasn’t he ?

He looked at you for a few seconds, and decided the to take a chair from the table you were sitting on. Okay know you were definitely confused. 

Let’s just say you kind of didn’t expect what happened next. 

He sat on the chair, then started palming himself through the towel. 

You stopped breathing for a second. 

He brought his other hand to his mouth trying to cover the sinful noises he was making. 

He was a fucking moaning, whimpering mess. God, you loved this man.

“Please look at me. Please.” That voice. You looked at him. Rosy cheeks, tears flowing, hands veiny, hurt eyes.

“Please mommy, touch me.” You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. This was the last fucking straw. 

Your panties were soaking wet, it was time he would finally learn his lesson. 

You got up, took your MacBook charger, which was the longest one, walking towards him, realising he stopped palming himself.

As soon as u were looking down on him, he whimpered. 

He started sobbing, grabbing his red stinging cheek, looking at you in fear and shock. 

Heart beating. Really fast. Did you really do it. He was panicking. Fuck. 

You slapped him. You really did slap him. Then why did you both enjoy it ?

You forcibly took his hands putting them behind the chair, tying them up with the charger. 

“No plea-“ another slap. 

You took his face in your hands. 

“ If I hear you say another fucking word I’ll leave you here forever. God, you disgust me. Do you fucking enjoy tate ? Huh ? 

Do you like it when I treat you like my son ?

Do you like calling me mom ?

Are such a fucking deprived fucking pervert ? “

He started uncontrollably sobbing. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life. 

Such pretty tears. Such pretty cheeks. 

You pulled his hair, making him cry even more. 

Soulmates, they were. The mom and the son. 

You brought your face in and softly kissed him, making him shut up. 

You left his lips, but he was begging for more. 

He wanted more more and more. 

You took off his towel and got on our knees. 

He was an honest eight inches, bit veiny, pink tip. 

You pumped him a few times, earning lots of grunts and whimpers from him. 

“Please I’m begging you, I will do anything just please. “

Aren’t men so beautiful when they beg ?

You took his tip in your mouth, glazing your tongue over it a few times.

He was so close to cumming. Your mouth was heaven. 

He loved you so much. 

Only you. 

Always and forever. 

Feeling your sweet tongue around him, he hissed. 

He jerked his hips, trying to feel a bit more. 

Get more, more and more. 

You took his tip out of your mouth with a pop sound, and you felt him desperately sigh.

You untied him and left him there. 

He took his dick in his hand, and pumped it a bit of times.

But it wasn’t fucking enough, he needed you. 

As soon as you saw him, you walked back to him. 

His left cheek was red and stinging again, his head to the side. 

He tried so hard not to cry, eyes all teary. 

“Don’t you even fucking dare. 

Do not touch yourself. “

He started sobbing, arms roping on your waist face lying on your stomach. 

You put your hands in his hair, caressing it while he was unstoppably sobbing. 

“You’re such a good boy aren’t you ?

So needy, and for what ? Are you that perverted ?

Hm ? Are you, Tate ?

You’re just a whore aren’t you ?”

He couldn’t even explain how much he was embarrassed and shamed in that moment. 

Then why did he enjoy it that much ?

#tate langdon #tate x reader #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon smut #tate smut #tate #smut #ahs #kit walker #american horror story #tate mommy issues #sub tate #i love dick

[girlfromomegle]

All my self respect goes out the window when I see this man.

#evan peters fandom #evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan thomas peters #evan peters smut #the evans #ahs tate #tate #tate langdon #tate langdon x reader

[bigmotherrr]

cute

#ahs #violet harmon #american horror story #sadgirl #evan peters #murder house #tate langdon #ahs murder house #taissa farmiga #violet #violet exacts #violet and tate #tate and violet #tate

[writersblockedx]

Just Being Neighbourly

Pairing - Pre-death!Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader Summary - The two have been neighbours for some years now, yet Tate can't help but make his move. Warnings - None, I don't think, just a lot of fluff! Words - 1.6K

A/n - It’s October which means I’ve been re-watching AHS and couldn’t help but write a tate fic after finishing murder house!

Masterlist 

It was always a mystery living in the house across from the Langdons. They were strange people, Y/n's mother would say coming home late from work after getting reeled into conversation with Constance. Or sometimes Y/n would catch the young boy, whom she knew to be Tate from school, leaving the house in the early hours of the morning.

It was them hours when she would be intruded by the thoughts to follow after to him, to yell his name. They were barely even acquaintances, they would be classed as strangers if it were the fact they knew the other's name. But, for whatever reason, Y/n couldn't help the feeling to make sure he was okay in them midnight hours. Yet, every time them thoughts surface, she'd bypass them, tell herself it was none of her business and return to trying to sleep herself.

It had been one random weekend when things began to change. She'd been standing at the bus stop at the end of the road for a bus that was already five minutes late. Her legs chilly with the autumn breeze that passed, yet she had no choice but to bare it in anticipation for the vehicle which was due. She'd been so focused on trying to spot the bus, she had never even clocked that Tate was wandering up to her.

His hands in his pockets, surely to keep his own palms warm, and a slick smile smothering his expression. "Hey," His soft tone reached her ears, almost making her jump - something of which she was successful in concealing as she turned to face Tate.

She too flashed a grin. Y/n tried hard to make sure it wasn't too much, but at the same time, that it wasn't too little. They were neighbours after all - they had to be neighbourly. But, Y/n also didn't want him getting any other ideas. Well, that part she wasn't quite sure of yet. "Hi, Tate, you alright?" She asked him.

"You don't have to make small talk." He chuckled and they both felt a wave of relief from his words. "We're not our mothers. You know, pretending to make small talk as if we don't hate each."

Her eyes narrowed and she swayed on her feet in curiosity. "How do you know my mother doesn't like yours?" She queried with a cheeky glint in her pupils that they both seemed to share.

"Because I've met my mother. I happen to live with her." He replied.

"Sounds torturous." Y/n didn't know the half of it. "Are you saying we secretly hate each other?" She then asked with the quirk of a brow.

He shrugged and took a moment to reply as if debating if he should even speak at all. "Do you? Hate me?"

Her head shook the moment the words slipped passed his lips, "No, of course not. What gave you that idea?"

Again, he was hesitant. Y/n couldn't know for sure, but this seemed like a concern which had been haunting him for awhile now. "You don't speak to me at school. Like when we pass in the hallways, or in class." He shrugged as if his tone wasn't dripping in heavy emotion he seemed to have been holding onto.

"Niether do you, Tate." She said with a slither of a smile. Had she known her apathy towards him was causing such concern, she would have done something about it.

"So you don't...hate me?"

She grinned back at him like she did the first time. "Course not." She told him, looking back at the road to spot the bus which was soon approaching.

Neither of them said anything as it gained closer until it stopped. Y/n got on first, swirling back to face Tate when he made no move to get onto the bus. "You not getting on?" She questioned with knitted brows.

A slick smirk was plastered against his lips, "I'm not getting a bus." He winked, the doors shut and the bus started moving again. There was one question that soon rung around Y/n's mind: if he wasn't getting on the bus, what had he been doing standing at the bus stop?

There was one thing that came out of that unexpected conversation: Y/n started noticing Tate at school. In the beginning, she'd started to smile at him in the hallways, he'd always smile back. Then it was a 'good morning' as they passed, or whispered in class. Before Y/n even realised it, she was looking for him in the crowds. She wished she'd bump into him, that they'd meet eyes and have an excuse to talk again.

There came a day where she just couldn't bare it anymore. Weeks had passed and while they were friendly, she craved for more. She was seated in the library, surrounded by a few friends. Y/n had a good amount of work to do - as her teachers kept reminder her - but her eyes wouldn't dare peel from the curly-haired boy sat two tables down from her.

Tate always sat alone. Sometimes it was because he simply wanted to do, other times it was because there wasn't a second option. At this time, he was completing some much over-due work, headphones over his ears which drowned out the chatter of the mindless teenagers around him. But it also drowned out Y/n. He was utterly unaware of her presence. Had he been, he probably would have made an effect to catch a glimpse of eye contact for the third time today. Alas, Y/n took matters into her own hands.

Without alerting her friends, she gathered herself from the table she was seated at and wandered over to Tate's. She didn't say anything till she sat in the chair across from him. Still with his music blasting, Tate had no idea of his new company. Well, not until she carefully snatched his Biology book from under him. Then his head snapped upwards, instantly flashing a smile as his gaze found Y/n.

"Ooo," She hummed as she took his text book, "Biology, must be a rough day."

He tucked his headphones off, letting them sit around his neck. "It's not that bad." He shrugged; certainly not his least favourite subject there was.

"Have to argue with you on that one." She quirked, sliding the book back towards him.

"Really? You struggling with an academic subject? Doesn't sound like you." He spoke as if he knew her ever so deeply.

She leaned in slightly, finding her chin fitting in the cup of her palm as she stared affectionately to the boy seated across from her. "And who told you that?" She questioned.

"Well, your mom told mine that you're an exceptional student." He chuckled with his words.

"That is true, except for biology." Y/n explained before a cheeky glint emerged in her eyes. "You know, if you'd be happy to, you could always help me out a little." She was testing the waters. She wasn't sure what had happened that day at the bus stop, but it had flickered some light in her which was still crackling and urging for more.

Tate laughed again, his doe-eyes meeting hers, "I can't believe you're asking me for help." He paused and her smile grew. "But, of course, I'll help you."

And so they arranged a time the next day to study over the subject. They met after school at her house. Despite being neighbours for a good few years, Tate had never in fact been at Y/n's house. But, as he was directed up stairs to her bedroom, he remembered thinking that it was exactly as he had expected it to look. Especially, when it came to her room.

"Do you have your text books?" Questioned Tate as they sat at either end of the bed, soon becoming surrounded by papers.

Y/n played in with knitted brows as she listen intently to the blond boy explain the carbon cycle. A topic which was easily a boring one, yet Y/n was more enticed than ever. "Do you get it?" Tate asked, seemingly snapping her out of her awe.

She nodded, "Pretty much yeah." Tate didn't reply. Instead, he plastered on an adoring smile as their eyes intertwined with one another. "What?" Y/n finally giggled when the silence went on for too long.

"You just-" He looked away for a moment. "You stare a lot." He looked back. Their smiles never faded.

The girl shrugged, "I like how you explain things." There was a glint glistening in her pupil that left Tate questioning what was about to follow.

She was already leaning in when Tate responded, "That's a good thing, I guess." He never shuddered as she got closer. Yet, he could never excuse the shivers which electrocuted his spine as their lips finally touched.

They pulled from one another, their foreheads lingering, yet not daring to touch. Tate still had his eyelids closed when Y/n opened hers. He was savouring the moment. Even if he knew the feelings were certainly reciprocated. Once they finally flickered open, Y/n admitted, "I actually have an A in Bio."

They both giggled. They both knew this wasn't the last. That, despite her A in Bio, there would be more study dates, more kisses and they would become more than just neighbours.

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[jayda-is-high]

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

#violet harmon #ahs #murder house #murder house ahs #violet harmon ahs #if you find me in the crawlspace under my house mind your business. #violet harmon murder house #tate #tate langdon #tate langdon ahs #school #back to school

[anggelic]

the first episode of ‘american horror story: murder house’ aired 11 years ago today

#american horror story #murder house #season 1 #ahs #ahs murder house #tate langdon #violet harmon #harmon #american horror stories #american Horror story moodboard #coven #hotel #roanok #1984 #taissa farmiga #evan peters #tate #violet #dark #messy moodboard #moodboard #icons #alternative #alternative moodboard #black moodboard #terror #series #horror #2011 #2000s

[ghepdttyf]

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[garadinervi]

Nigel Henderson (photograph), William Turnbull with his work 'Mobile Stabile', [ca. 1949-1956] [Tate, London. © The estate of Nigel Henderson, The estate of William Turnbull. Image: CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 Deed]

#art #sculpture #photography #william turnbull #nigel henderson #tate #1940s #1950s