#little! tate langdon

[sky-bunnyyy]

Regressor! Tate Moodboard

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[carm3n-carm3n]

can’t wait for halloween 🎃🤎❤️🍂 !

[dancingdaffodils08]

Him in this shirt specifically makes me want to squish him like play dough.

[ghostlyviolets33]

"you can do no wrong... in my eyes."

⋆｡˚𖦹 hearing damage - thom yorke.

[bonnyisboring]

𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 - 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐧‧₊˚

[trueangel420]

dealer!kai ୨ৎ, fem reader, (srry) degradation, p in v , rough kai era (omg i cant with this guysforgive me) , wc 1702

You had no business being in Kai's home. You knew better, and Winter had warned you to stay away from her brother. Part of you knew not to go near him—he was a drug dealer, older than you, and surrounded by too many taboos. It made your brain hurt. You didn't want to betray Winter, so you promised. You promised not to get involved with Winter's brother.

And now, here you were sitting stiffly on his living room couch. Winter was gone for a few days, off with her girlfriend, so you thought you'd just get a free joint or two from Kai. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. Just a smoke sesh, and then straight home.

Kai glanced at you as he grabbed what he needed, placing everything on the tray on his lap. “Relax,” he said, his eyes tracing the outline of your figure. “I don't bite.” You wished you could believe that, but you shrugged, trying not to seem so uptight. It was hard with Kai. He had an intensity about him, even when he wasn't doing anything—it drove you crazy. His thick veiny fingers began filling the cones with weed, stuffing it in gently.

You cocked your head, watching him. Lewd thoughts crossed your mind, but you pushed them away. you wish he would bite—you were actually dizzy at the thought imagine him, latching his mouth on you like it was his last meal? like…you shook your head a bit straightening up in the seat trying to shift further away from him.

This was Winter's brother, and you promised. Your eyes traced the shape of his nose as he continued, licking the wrapping paper and folding it together. Was he doing that on purpose? He had to be. “You're staring,” he pointed out, breaking your trance. You quickly avoided his eye contact—had he been watching you the whole time?

“Sorry,” you murmured shyly. God, this was pitiful. You could feel your underwear dampening, and he hadn't done anything except make you a pre-roll. Yet here you were, practically drooling over him in your mind.

“Here,” he said, lighting it for you. He brought it to his own lips first, taking a long, slow drag from the joint. The smoke swirled around him. “You don't talk much, do you?” he asked, passing the joint to you. His voice was low and smooth, sending shivers down your spine. You struggled to control yourself, feeling like a rabid dog every time you stared at him too long. Clearing your throat, you brought the joint to your lips and inhaled. “I do, it's just... I don't know, I'm uptight right now.”

He nodded, his intense gaze never leaving yours. “I can tell,” he said, his voice low. His presence was overwhelming, and you could feel the heat radiating off him as if he was reading your every thought. He moved closer, turning his body facing you. “Let me guess,” he said, his eyes narrowing as if peering into your soul. Oh no, you didn't like where this was going. You just wanted to smoke, go home, and maybe daydream about him, not have him unravel your thoughts right here.

“Be honest with me”

You looked at him for a moment, bringing the joint to your lips again. A calm, fuzzy feeling was starting to kick in, relaxing your tense muscles. “About what? I have nothing to hide…” you stammered, trying to keep your voice steady, but it faltered. You'd already said too much. He noted the way you smoked nervously, the way you coughed out the words quickly, he was savoring it like a predator savoring the fear of its prey.

“I know Winter told you to stay away from me. She told me the same thing,” he said casually, moving closer as he spoke. “And to be honest, I don't listen to Winter,” he added, now putting his arm behind your shoulders.

“You... you don't?” Your eyes were wide as he smiled at you.

“I don't, baby,” he replied, grabbing the joint back and bringing it to his lips, inhaling slowly. A smirk tugged at his lips as he watched you gawk at him, looking like a deer in headlights.

“So what does that mean?” you whispered.

He exhaled the smoke in your face, his eyes never leaving yours. “It means I want you, and I'm gonna ask if you want me too. It's a yes or no question, but if you say yes, you might like what I've been thinking about doing all night.”

You blinked slowly, processing his words. Did he mean what you thought he did? He couldn't have.

“Yes,” that simple word made him smile wider.. He was prepared for this; he put out the joint between his lips on the ashtray as he shifted up off of the couch, looking down at your wide-eyed appearance. “Shorts off,” he demanded, unbuckling his belt, waiting for you to follow his demand. Of course, you obliged, maybe faster than he expected, but you managed to shuffle them off and stand in front of him. “I always thought you were desperate for me. Guess I was right?” He cooed, and you felt your cheeks burn as he finally tugged his belt off. “was i? Answer me,” you nodded, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth. God, this was embarrassing.

“Floor, ass up, face down,” he demanded, pulling you into his chest as he slid off his sweats. “do it”

The floor was cold and hard; you could feel his fingers running down the slit of your underwear—he was savoring every moment of this. “Soaked,” he mumbled, his fingers swiping back and forth on your clothed clit. “You’ve been like this for a while, huh?” You didn’t reply; your head was fuzzy and your body was aching. “Slut,” he whispered, taking his cock out of his boxers, pressing his pink tip against you, and rubbing it up and down your sticky folds.

You were so brain dead by now; you’d let him do anything he wanted, and he planned on it. He could tell by that glazed-over look in your eyes that he could get away with as much as he wanted. “Pull them to the side for me,” he said, tugging on your underwear. You nodded frantically, pulling it to the side as your body sank further onto the floor, your face flushing and your skin tingling as he pressed his cock between the folds again, this time the warmth of it making you arch back further for him. Kai thought you never looked more beautiful; he’d never seen you so relaxed and so thoughtless. He wasn’t even in you, and you couldn’t help but whine, but he didn’t have that much restraint; he didn’t need to.

His hands snaked around your body, feeling you up, squeezing you, and playing around with your tits for a moment. He could hear you panting; the position was almost humiliating; you were on the ground, back arched with his chest pressed against you. He was so close now, his breath hitting your ear as he grunted out a sentence. “I’m not going to be gentle.”

“Wha-” You tried to get out, but he interrupted you, plunging his cock into you and not letting you adjust to his size. You practically hissed at the size of him, the feeling of him forcing your lower stomach to poke out slightly, his bulge, and he knew it; he knew how well endowed he was—that’s why he chose this position so you wouldn’t know how much you had to take, so you wouldn’t be scared. Your brain was foggy; he kept one hand gripping the fat of your ass as he pounded into you and the other tightly holding a fist full of your hair, pulling you towards him. His breaths were heavy, and he couldn’t help but stare down at you—at your body. Some days he would pray to have you like this, all disheveled—sweaty—loud. When he figured out you wanted the same, all restraint was gone.

Your eyes were closed tightly; you were too foggy, too fuzzy, and all he could do was bury himself inside of you roughly. His eyes were focused; he’d let out grunts and strangled moans. He didn’t need you to know the effect or the desperation he held for you.

“So,” He thrust harder into you, his breath deep and low. “Messy.” he continued, his bicep now resting under your neck. He had you in a headlock, still moving against you. You shuddered at the fact that you were actually letting him do anything to you; you forgot all about your promise. He was slamming into you, and you were squealing, the sensation was all too much, you started to squirm. He tightened his arm around your neck.

The sounds of your pussy squeezing around him filled the living room. “You’ll have a limp,” he groaned into your ear, speeding up, shutting his eyes momentarily—he was so close. You can only whimper at his words, the lack of oxygen making you clench around him. “You like that? the idea of limping because of me?” He tightened his bicep around your neck, silencing you completely, and your face flushed a deep shade of red. “Slut.” You felt your eyes rolling back as he spoke, still grinding deep inside you. He watched as you neared fainting, then released you, pressing your face against the cold floor. Gasping for breath, you struggled to steady yourself.

“C’mon, breathe, breathe baby,” he teased, laughing at you as he maintained his pace. He grabbed your hips, his voice dripping with faux concern. “Did I make you stupid? You look so fucked out right now,” he said, his grip tightening. you clench around him more, Letting out a pant as your body tensed, you found yourself suddenly finishing around him. The shock was so intense you couldn't even choke out a response, feeling a tingling sensation spread through your brain and stomach. “Look at my slut—fuck” his stomach tightened as he pumped into you spilling his cum inside of you letting your body collapse weakly, he stayed inside you plugging you up in hopes—you’d get pregnant.

[yandereunsolved]

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.

[lemoniiiiiii]

tate langdon is the kind of boy that would moan when he enters the room to piss everyone off and make them uncomfortable

[hauntedrose555]

autumn fashion icons ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

[clemssigss]

face reveal 🦌

[violettecandied]

Happy Halloween !!

[sky-bunnyyy]

Little! Tate langdon Paci icon

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[angelgigisworld]

Made by me 🎀

[arsenicviolet]

So, I was rewatching the season again (for the millionth time) and I just noticed how Tate tries to sneakily look at Violet's cards lol, funny detail

(the quality is potato, but whatever)

[g0negrll]

put me onto your black motorcycle

[bonnyisboring]

𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 - 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧‧₊˚

𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫