#tate langdon x violet harmon

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Loving and fearless

TateLangdonxFem!reader // NSFW

Summary: You find out your boyfriend is a mass murderer. He's worried about what you will think of him but he never knew you weren't a good girl from the very start.

Warnings: Smut (obv), unprotected piv, sex with feelings, implied murder...

Word count: 1.7k

a/n: Ok so sorry I took really long to write a new fic I was working on a Part 2 for my Kai one but then thought of this. Had to write it down to satisfy my pookies since I didn't take so long writing it. Basically why it's short.

𝕱𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖎𝖈 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖚𝖙 ⋆⭒˚.⋆𝜗𝜚

“Are you scared?” He asks. He wasn’t trying to hide it, nor deny it. He just wanted you to accept it as it is. He was no saint, but so weren’t you. No sugarcoating things for this once at least.

You shook your head slowly, “no.” You said, and it wasn’t a lie. At least yet. You weren’t afraid of him, you knew him better than anyone. Or maybe that’s what you chose to believe. You didn’t want to change anything about him or live in a deluded world of your own thinking of him as someone he isn’t. As fucked-up as it sounds, you liked that psychopathic trait of his.

Tate tilts his head partly to the side, daring you to say that thing you were desperate to.

“I doubt it,” he replied, regret somehow dripping from his tone. You knew he didn’t regret shooting up his school nor all the murders he committed, rather of the way you found out. He had already apologized, what else would you need? Him to get on his knees and beg you to forgive him? He would gladly do that.

“I want you to embrace it,” you finally said, the thought lingering in your head for a while now. You just didn’t know how to express it without sounding like a weirdo. 

“Embrace it?” He repeats after you, confused, a hint of surprise in his voice.

You nod.

“You killed them. There’s nothing you can do about it anymore. You’re troubled Tate. Stop hiding that side and accept it as a part of you. You can’t run away from your past and you being trapped here actually proves my point.” Your tone was comforting, all loving. You were one of the very few –the only one– that actually cared about him in a non-twisted way. He wasn’t ready to lose that. He would never be.

“But would you accept it as a part of me? You want me to go around killing people and then come back to you so you can clean the blood of others from my own hands?” He asks, his voice quavering, a bit shaky and unclear, he was upset and you knew he's on the verge of crying.

And Bingo. There it is. Those poor souls, he doesn’t care about them, but rather what you would think. Nothing matters as long as you’re still there standing by his side. Was it unhealthy? Maybe. But for you it only made your relationship stronger.

“Isn’t that what you would like?” You ask, your hand darting to his face brushing his blonde strands of hair away from his face as you cup his cheek.

A single tear runs down his cheek as he smiles lightly. His dimples looked more adorable than ever. All he ever wanted was to be appreciated. And he is.

The sight of him taking two steps closer to you had your heart speeding up, even though he's your boyfriend you can't help but feel like a silly little girl with a silly little crush. Except it wasn't little, nor silly. His hand grips at your waist as he pulls you to him, getting rid of every inch that separates your bodies. His head tilts slightly before he attacks your face with his lips embracing yours in a hungry lustful open-mouthed kiss.

Your hands quickly find the back of his neck, pulling him even closer and deepening the kiss while his tongue pushes through and fights yours for domination.

He was completely teasing you, or maybe not, maybe he just craved you so bad. His covered erection was tempting your core, begging for release. One of his hands slides down your shirt and cups your boob, squeezing tightly. A soft moan escapes your lips and onto the kiss.

At that time, you thought maybe a somewhat evil spirit took over your boyfriend as he aggressively pinned you against the wall, too impatient to hop on the bed. But you know it was no evil spirit. There was no need to keep on finding why’s to his actions.

He yanks your shorts down to your knees then grips at your thigh lifting it up to his hip, probably to get better access. Meanwhile his other hand unzips his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers freeing his rock hard dick. Yeah now it's confirmed that it was to gain better access. Tate always gets hard easily, that was a fact you knew. Whether it was a silly little cuddle session or you whispering the randomest topics in his ear. It didn’t bother you, you actually loved it. It enthralled you.

Your arms wrap around his neck while his breath fans against your nape. Each passing second your pussy screams for him to fuck the shit out of you even louder.

His digits found their way to your inner thigh, trailing toward your center. Once they reach your clit, his pointer finger runs up and down the thin soaked fabric of your underwear. He taps on the wet spot a few times, teasing you or maybe to later remember how desperate you were for him inside you. “This is my way of thanking you, y/n.” He whispers in your ear, your body shuddering at the sound of his voice, excitement surging through your entire temple. Every second passing by the atmosphere gets even hotter.

You nod, “mhm.”

His finger curls at the edge of your panties pulling it to the side, baring your pussy to him and the arousal glistening within.

Tate leans over you even closer, capturing your soft skin between his teeth sucking in deep; while he uses a hand to line his cock up to your dripping entrance. His tip caresses your sensitive bundle of nerves. “I’m not waiting any longer,” He mutters under his breath to your ear as he pushes himself deeper into your cunt and slams into you. 

Tate has never ever hidden the fact that he craves you desperately. You loved that he would kill for you but hated how you would too.

You let out a loud moan, if he didn’t know you any better he would’ve thought that was a scream for help. Your hand grabs a fistful of his hair. Your moan made him groan quietly. He loved the sound of you squirming beneath him, and even the sound of your voice when you talk about anything no matter what it was. He couldn’t stop himself, of course not since he couldn’t even wait to hear you screaming his name. Your legs curl around his hips as he thrusted in you deeper, moaning uncontrollably as he feels your tight warm wet walls wrapped around his thick length. “My cock.. Is pure love..” He breathes out. Your eyes hardly widen, Tate isn’t used to dirty talking. Not at all. If anything he was actually nice and making sure you’re ok nearly between every two thrusts. Unless he was jealous or upset with you. But mostly that’s it. Your eyes barely stay wide for 2 seconds before they roll to the back of your head once his tip hit a spot in you that made your moans louder than they already were. “Oh fuck, Tate!” You scream, He slides out slightly then back in forcefully. He didn’t recognize mercy, and your pussy wasn’t getting any of that. His cock pounding into you merciless, unsympathetically, inhumanly. All of the above. Abusing that same specific spot of yours. 

His intense tightening in his chest made him hungry for air as he breathed heavily, humping you remorselessly. Your pussy swallowing every inch of him and lubricating like crazy, your own arousal leaking down your pussy and out to your thighs. Such a slut you are for him. Problem is you were shameless about it.

Your grip on his hair tightens, holding on as hard as you can but making sure not to hurt him. You would never. Soft moans are whispered in your ear as he presses his mouth a little harsher against your skin, his fingers tightening on your thighs. His lips trailing kisses up and down your neck, leaving small bites here and there as he slowly makes his way up to your jaw. His hands slide up your thighs and stop at your clit, rubbing it as if his life depends on it, all the while his hips are pounding into you as fast as they can. You arch your back involuntarily immediately once you feel the contact. He groans softly as he feels your arch into his touch, his fingers going inhumanly faster than before. 

Seeing how it is, it wouldn't be long for you until you came.

Shockwaves of pure pleasure began to ripple throughout your body. Legs trembling and eyes rolling back. Your face was bright red and a wheezing sound came out of your mouth with every inhale. The perfect combination of his fingers stroking your clit and the fast paced abuse on your cunt was enough to make you see stars. He was chasing his own release and you were begging for yours. You knew you were close.. Real close.. “Tate.. Please.. I’m so fucking close..” You whimper, not knowing what exactly you were begging him for. Tate knows your body well enough to know you were close, he speeds up. Judging by his breathing, you can tell he was getting tired. You let out your moans freely as you feel your orgasm crashing down. A complete mess leaking down your thighs. You can’t hold your back arch anymore but it didn't matter, waves of ecstasy and euphoria taking over your body. Tate wasn't done yet, and although your lips were already burning up, you didn't protest. “Hmph..I love you,” He moaned in between thrusts as they were getting erratic, feeling you cum around his cock was enough for him. But that didn’t stop him from abusing your swollen red cunt until he was fully finished. Tate thrusts into you for a moment longer before you feel his ejaculate drowning your pussy breathing heavily, his release splaying across your walls in ropes. Tears had stained your cheeks.

Tate had you still pinned against the wall, with your legs wrapped around his hips and his hands grabbing your thighs. His now softened dick still in your abused pussy. Why isn’t he pulling out yet? This is the first time he lasted this long. Usually he doesn’t stay so long.

His head was resting on your shoulder, nose burried into your neck. His breathing slowed down steadily and went back to normal.

It felt weirdly comforting.. Him being so close, you didn’t even want him to pull out. Your legs still crossed behind your boyfriend’s back.

“You want me to pull out?” He whispers to you lovingly as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face and tugs it behind your ear.

“No, let’s stay this way for a while..” Your arms wrap around his neck, hugging him close. You can feel him nodding.

[icedheartss]

Tate: I'm so sorry for everything...

Violet: I know.

[lilhoeforevanpeters]

Tate Langdon Headcannons <3

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<3 Life dating Tate <3

<3 Tate x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Tate, murder, suicide, p in v, fingering, oral (both m and f), grinding, humping, I think that’s it

<3 I lost the request, but someone did request this, hopefully they see it lol. Thanks for the request, it's appreciated!! I might make a post about who I write for so people can send requests, but I'm not sure yet. Love you!!

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SFW

Listening to old rock (i.e Nirvana ofc)

Borrowing his sweaters

Cuddling in bed

100% the little spoon, he wouldn't like being the big spoon but will do it if you're sad (or simply ask)

He's kind of a creep, so he'll stare at you all the time. silently.

Anything you do, he's watching admiringly

He thinks your perfect in every single aspect

Movie nights on Fridays

He totally seems like he'd enjoy horror and true crime

Misses you when you leave Murder House for anything

Would be scared you're going to leave him constantly

Helps you through anxiety attacks, depression episodes, mental health struggles

Listening intently whenever you vent to him

Does anything to protect you

He would try to hide his past from you for a while until inevitably find out

You don't argue often, but when you do it's usually not over serious things. An exception being when you find out what he did before (school shooting, Vivien, murder, etc.) ... You can decide if you want to forgive him or not

Reading with him, both of you silent yet still resting against each other

Introducing him to social media and him begging you to follow fan pages of bands he likes

You die in Murder house, which shouldn't come as a surprise, since everybody dies in that damn house. Maybe you commit suicide for him or something, but another ghost or entity killing you is a high possibility as well

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NSFW

Riding his thigh while he softly encourages you, whispering in your ear as you do so

I get switch vibes from him, but heavily leaning towards being more submissive, and when he would be dominant, he would definitely be a soft dom. He wouldn't want to hurt you; he doesn't seem to be into that

You giving him blow/hand jobs and his hips buck up slightly>>>>

He whimpers and I will not hear ANYBODY out.

His pull-out game seems weak, and he's dead, but as we've seen before, his sperm certainly isn't- so I'd use some contraceptives babe

Missionary and cowgirl are your top two- and the one where you're like sitting on his lap

Average, maybe on the bigger side, but he isn't packing a foot long cock

He really values your pleasure, and wants to make you cum first

Your back would be pressed against his chest and you're sitting on his lap while he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you

He seems like the kind of guy who does not give a fuck about periods

He likes when you're sitting on a chair or the side of your bed and he's kneeling on the ground eating you out

As he said before, gay porn is hot, so you two watch porn together, usually ending up with you and him acting out what you just viewed

He'd be gentle and respectful the entire time

Enjoys watching you masturbate when you don't know he's there, especially when you grind against a pillow. His heart races every time you whisper out his name when you think he isn't there

Shower sex, car sex (when he can leave the house), beach sex (on Halloween), any possible place that you could imagine, he's not opposed to

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[violet-harmon2011]

[herbloodylips]

TATE X VIOLET TO AND I LOVE HER BY KURT COBAIN

[ultrataintedviolence]

[l4v3nd3r-bl00d]

i do not post my face a whole lot here. this is my face guys. 😊

+ song i am listening to the most right now.

[narcissuspetal]

PLEASE WRITE FOR TATE PPL

[vicesandtragedies]

idk if anyone might care but i made a lil playlist with songs that i genuinely think tate would listen to + some that are his vibe

i was genuinely disappointed with the existing playlists i found on spotify

so feel free to save this one if you like rock and grunge music!!

(knowing me i’ll keep adding to this till it becomes 10 hours long)

i’m also making one inspired by violet following the same criteria, let me know if you want that one too, i’d love to share <3

[kitwalker02]

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Summary: Which Violet confesses her love for Tate, and Tate reminisces on how he wishes things could be different but knows this story will end just like the others.

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Here is a little Tate x Violet one shot I wrote based off a Tate x reader request a while back!

The soothing drone of some Cobain song or another traveled through the wire of the shared earbuds connecting Tate and Violet to the small iPod. The comforter beneath their bodies was warm and plush, their legs entwined, socked feet crossed at the other's ankles as the two teenagers lay practically nose to nose; Tate always insisted they shared the same pillow.

Violet hadn't gone to school that day, and if she were being honest with herself, she couldn't remember the last time she had completed a full school day. Before the move from Boston, Violet had straight A's and perfect attendance, but that was before the miscarriage and Ben's infidelity. That had all been before Tate Langdon, and he was anything but a good influence.

His dark eyes were currently transfixed on his girlfriend's kind features. No matter how many times he tried to memorize Violet's face, it always felt like he was seeing her for the first time. Her eyes were closed in a soft slumber, eyelashes creating gentle shadows on her pale cheeks, and breath leaving her lips and warming his own in ghost-like puffs. Violet's hair smelled of the shampoo she had used to wash it with that morning; Tate was jealous of the hand she had tangled amongst her soft strands; the other rested between their chests, barely grazing against his t-shirt due to their close proximity. Violet Harmon was a sight for sore eyes, to say the least.

He had never met a girl as beautiful as Violet. One as interesting. As clean and innocent. Slowly, Tate brought his gaze from her face and over the little flowers on Violet's dress; he looked over the wool sweater she wore despite them being inside, and he hated himself for being so perverted, but he couldn't help but think of how she would look with fewer layers, more fitted clothes instead of her usual oversized ones. But then, following the curve of her arm, his heart ached at the sight of her wrist full of bracelets. How could someone so beautiful hate themselves so much? His fingers twitched, inching towards the small hand lying on the bed between their bodies, the very one that did the damage, and he wanted to squeeze the girl's hand until she knew how loved she was…

"I know you're staring at me." She grumbled sleepily, not bothering to open her eyes as Violet addressed her boyfriend. "Creep." Tate couldn't help but huff a laugh at the insult that hurt him so badly all the times it was said to him in high school, yet Violet made it sound so endearing. There was so much love and care in that one word that he'd ask her to call him it again. To call him all the insults he had thrown at him, just to replace all the pain with love. 

What he would do to have had her with him then.

"You know you love it." He responded with a teasing smile. Violet opened her eyes at this, returning the playful grin and scooting her warm body that much closer to his cold one.

Violet's eyes twinkled mischievously at his response, her mouth slightly parted, a silent battle with herself about what she wanted to say next. A secret on the tip of her tongue. Barely lifting his arm, he brushed a loose strand of sandy hair from her forehead. "What is it?" Tate asked sweetly, moving his head just a bit to kiss her nose, encouraging her to speak. "You know, Tate..." she whispered breathlessly; he refused to break eye contact with her, despite Violet's wandering gaze as he hung on to her every word like it were her last. "I think I'm in love with you…" If he weren't already dead, Tate swears he would've stopped breathing. But, despite having dreamt of those words since the day he met her, Tate was still taken aback by the confession.

Of course, he loved her too. Tate thought too much about how he wanted to take away from all her pain and make her realize that she was safe here as long as she was with him, that they could spend forever lying in bed like this and forget that a world outside this house ever even existed. Pulling away from her stare, desperate for a response, he looked at her parted mouth instead. Her lips were still red with life, and her cheeks had a rosy tinge from the blood still trapped beneath her skin. He has been without those little details for so many years, so long that he forgot how beautiful somebody could be just by having a beating heart. One that beat slower when at peace and faster when scared, one that could feel. He forgot how scary it was to feel. Dragging the tips of his fingers along her jugular in an almost dazed state, he took careful note of every shallow breath she still took, the way her body radiated with the warmth of living before he cupped her cheek reassuringly.

Violet frowned at his reaction to her words and lifted a hand to grasp his wrist. Her fingertips were still warm as they closed around his own icy limp. 

"Cold hands, warm heart," she always told him.

If only she knew just how cold his heart was.

"Tate…?" His name came from her innocent lips with a tinge of that anxiety that came with the curse of living, snapping him back to the safe and quiet moment still holding them. Giving her a gentle smile, Tate ceased her worries with a quick peck to those lips. He couldn't bring himself to tell her how dangerous those words were. "You sure about that?" he asked her earnestly, making Violet furrow her brows. "What do you-?" "'Cause no takebacks."

Violet's worried expression brightened as a smile lit up her face, catching wind of his joking manner. "No takebacks, Tate Langdon. I love you." Her voice was more confident this time, and Tate felt the slightest resemblance to a flutter in his cold, dead heart as she repeated those words again. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand out of her grasp and held up a pinky. "Promise?" Violet laughed at the grade school game Tate wanted to use to seal their relationship. "You are so weird." She teased, wrapping her pinky around his own and letting their hands fall against the pillow between their faces. "I promise."

Tate's eyelids fluttered, a sense of calmness taking over the both of them as he took in the warmth of her little finger. The sparkle in her eye, the kindness in her face. 

"Good, because I love you too."

There was no telling when a warmth like that would die out in this filthy world. And there was nothing colder than the hands of a corpse.

[zoebensonsgf]

ahs; apocalypse spoliers ahead ⚠

i just now finished episode 6 of ahs apocalypse today and omg. I DIDN'T EXPECT TATE AND VIOLET (one of my favorite ahs couples) TO GET BACK TOGETHER

LIKE JUST LOOK AT THEM. THEY MAKE ME ILL IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE.

[rp-partnerfinder]

Hello hello! The name’s Tulsa and I’m 25 years old and searching for some new writing partners! I have over ten years writing experience and have done a bit of freelance writing on the side as well. As for my writing, I can easily write around two paragraphs, but if the scene calls for it I can go 3-5, it just depends. I do prefer rapid replies around two paras, but this is in no way a dealbreaker as I know not everyone has this sort of time.

Just a few quick rules that are important are as follows:

All partners must be 18+

I’m a fan of smut and think it can lend itself to the plot, so as long as it makes sense in the plot I’d love to include it!

Since doubling is a big thing now, I want to explain my stance. I’m so down for playing side characters in order to world build, however I won’t do an ‘I’ll scratch your back, you scratch mine’ deal. I’m not too great at playing canons, which is why I tend to play ocs. Sorry if this is a dealbreaker for you!

Onto what I’m looking for would be someone willing to play M fandom characters against my F ones in romantic and angsty pairings! Below you’ll find the list of pairings I’m currently looking for :).

Derek Hale x Paige Krasikeva (Canon-Divergent) - Teen Wolf

Kol Mikaelson x Averie Forbes (OC) - Vampire Diaries

Loki Laufeyson x Eira Jarrledottir (OC) - MCU/Thor Movies

Tate Langdon x Violet Harmon - AHS: Murder House

Billy Hargrove x Kat Wheeler (OC) - Stranger Things

Spencer Reid x Olivia Chandler (OC) - Criminal Minds

Draco Malfoy x Artemis Cresswell (OC) - Harry Potter

Those are what I have right now, at least for this ad. Please keep in mind, all of my original characters have bios/backstories that are at least a page long if not longer. The following is what I’d be looking for out of a potential partner.

Can reply at least once a day, but would prefer multiple times. (obviously this doesn’t apply if something comes up, just let me know, I’m not strict or scary, promise!)

Loves to gush about the characters/pairings/fandom we’re writing. I love getting invested and coming up with potential future plot points or doing aus or hcs about where they could end up. It’s all so fun!

In that same vein though, I do want to set a boundary: I don’t do anything that requires me to share my voice or get off of discord. I have super bad anxiety so any kind of call or sharing of personal info stresses me out a lot. I’ve tried it once and it all ended in a mess and I’d rather not get into it again, so please be able to respect that.

If you write primarily on Discord in servers, that’s perfect! And bonus points if you use tupperbox!

If you’re at all interested please interact or simply add me on discord - toxicdeliquency Also, please introduce yourself and what fandom and/or pairing caught your eye instead of just a simple ‘hi’ message, it makes things much easier and less awkward haha. Hope to hear from y’all!

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[fear-is-truth]

[lilhoeforevanpeters]

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Carl Grimes

Helping Hand (SMUT)

'Love You to the Moon and to Saturn'

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Evan Peters

Dress (SMUT)

Autumn with Evan

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[violet-harmon2011]

taking req's for any evan peters character!! it can be for headcanons, fics, playlists, moodboards, etc!

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