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chiptaylorsfirst · 2 years ago

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Kinkmas: Day 9

Day 9 - Fingering

Word Count: 1,771

Pairing: Tate Langdon x fem!Reader

Warning: Fingering, smut, oral sex (male receiving), thigh riding, hickeys, titty fuck, mentions of porn

Summary: You are very gracious to the Harmon’s but with their strict rules against you being with Tate and wanting you to be an innocent and precious girl, you take the good opportunity you can during their absence and let your other side show.

You had been living in the Murder House for a few months now. Your parents died and you were basically adopted by the Harmons since they were your next-door neighbors. They saw you as a sweet and kind girl who could get along well with their daughter, Violet. So, they spent some time with you and decided to take the next step of adopting you as their own. Although you were grateful of this, you still didn’t see them as family and didn’t even like the thought of moving into a different home until you met Tate Langdon.

The two of you immediately got along well, sharing the same music taste and humor. So, it didn’t take long before you were Tate’s girlfriend. You were currently studying, still in the outfit you had put on, a crop top with a matching skirt and thigh highs. You slipped your boots off, leaving them on the bedroom floor as you tried your best to remember all the many formulas and rules for different chemicals. Tate was watching you, not letting himself be known. He found himself aroused as he raked his eyes over your form. You looked so good when concentrated and that short skirt fit you so well. He cleared his throat, letting himself be seen.

You turned to look at him, placing a bookmark in the book you’d been reading and closing it. You put the book to the side along with the notes you’d been writing. “Hey, baby,” you said, a cute smile on your lips, making Tate wonder how he got so lucky to get you. “Hey,” he responded, his eyes looking everywhere but your eyes. “What brings you here?” He smirked. “You look so good right now, that outfit, when you were studying. I was thinking that maybe you could take a break for a while, let your mind rest.”

He walked to you, sitting on your bed. “And you know, your little family won’t be here for a few hours.” You looked at him, his hair a perfect curly mess and his eyes that pretty and deep dark chocolate you loved. “But I have to study for this test. I don’t want to fail, Tate. You know about my dream to go to college and all.” He sighed in response. “You really think that this one test is gonna affect you going to college? You’re the smartest person I know.” You laughed. “That isn’t saying a lot, Tate.”

“Okay, okay. You’re right but you know what I mean. All the colleges would want you. You’re a nerd.” You giggled. “I mean, when are you never reading a book.” You nodded. He had won the discussion and there wasn’t any argument that you could make against him. “Okay, Tate. You’re right. No one is home and I do need to take a break but you remember what they said?” Vivian and Ben didn’t really support you and Tate’s relationship. They had explained to you some things that they wanted you to do if you wanted to be with him. One of them explained how much of their disdain they had for you doing anything sexual since they believed you to be pure and sweet.

“How about this? We don’t go all the way but just enough at the same time.” Your mind didn’t catch up with what he was referring to. “What do you mean?” “Oral, fingering, that type of stuff, maybe masturbation.” He tilted his head as he spoke. “I’m comfortable with that.” Before you knew it, your panties had been thrown off and the two of you were in a heavy make-out session. You both were now aroused, moaning messes within minutes just from kissing alone. Tate quickly slid one of his fingers inside of you. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He started to curl his finger, your cunt soaking it. As he continued, you toyed with his jeans until they were unzipped and open.

You went further, exposing his hard length and stroking it in your hand. Soft moans and groans released from him, his fingers going faster and faster. As you basked in the feeling of his fingers inside of you, you found yourself yearning for more and more, craving it. You tried to make the thoughts disappear, focusing on the feeling Tate was providing in between your legs. It was your fault and you were the one who said this was what you wanted. You were going to take that and only that.

There’d be time for more later. Right now you were enjoying what Tate gave you, which was more than enough for you to be satisfied. His fingers played you like an instrument and your hand did the same to him. You both had the same effect on one another, you yourself getting closer and closer to having that wave crash over you. With just one more skilled movement of his fingers, you found yourself getting that perfect release that you craved and desired.

You gushed out on his fingers and hand, broken and torn moans coming out from you. He licked his fingers and hand, a smile on his face. You removed your hand from his length. You never squirted before with him so this was new. “You never did that before,” he said. “I guess you really made me feel something then,” you responded. “Girls only do that when you’ve done the very best,” he whispered to himself, trying his best to remember that. He went back to himself, focused on the task at hand. He looked at his painfully hard cock then back at you almost as if he were being edged. “You need some help, baby,” you questioned, already knowing the answer. “Yes.”

You smirked, pushing him down unto the bed before making yourself comfortable between his thighs. You took some time to look at him, appreciating the sight of your boyfriend half naked, his eyes fully blown with lust. He looked so hot that way and you looked at him as you started to suck him off. You made sure to take your time, using different methods you read about so he’d get the full pleasurable experience. You bobbed your head up and down repeatedly, your hand toying with his balls as you continued. His eyes rolled and deep groans emitted from him. “Fuck, Y/N.” His hand went down to play with your hair, almost as if he were petting you. You soon felt his length twitching in your mouth and took it as your chance to deep throat him, breathing in air and lowering your head as far down as it could.

It drove him to his release, thick ropes of cum spurting down your throat. You swallowed, raising up. You saw him pat his lap, asking you to sit on it. When you did, you felt his hand around you, scooting you up some. “Ride my thigh, okay?” As you started to rock back and forth, you could feel his leg flexing, rising, and falling. It added to the sensations you had already felt from your movements alone, making you try your best not to lose any control over your body that you still had. “Feels good,” Tate questioned, trying to figure out how he could make you feel even more pleasure. “Mmm hmm, so good.” Your pussy soaked his thigh, your wetness covering it. You started to roll your hips, producing a different and far better feeling.

You started to kiss Tate on his neck, producing hickeys on his sweet spot and making him moan in your ear. His eyes looked at the way your boobs bounced in your crop top you were wearing, making him wish to take it off. He then cupped your face in his hand, kissing you roughly. That was all you needed until you were at your peak once again. The kiss broke, his other hand coming around your body to ensure you didn’t fall off of him. “Tate, mmm, fuck,” you moaned out, softer moans coming from you as you lightly brought yourself down from your high.

You got off of him and into the bed, expecting to assist him another time. You were surprised when he simply laid beside you, refusing such. “Tate.” “Yeah,” he asked, turning over to face you. “You didn’t cum as many times as me.” You knew he was more of a receiver than a giver anyway. “I’d rather be inside of you.” You looked at him for a moment, thinking of an idea. “So you don’t want to cum in my mouth or on my boobs?” His eyes lit up at the thought. You saw him staring at them all day and you knew that’s what he probably wanted. “Okay. Get on your knees and take the crop top off.”

You did as he asked, arousing him more at the fact that you didn’t have a bra on under the crop top you were wearing. He raised up, sitting on the edge of the bed, enjoying the feeling of his cock being between your boobs. He had mentioned trying this once after watching porn with you of it. You squished your boobs together, remembering what happened in the video. He held his breath for what seemed like forever, not caring because of the fact that he was a ghost. His eyes were focused on yours and the sight of your tits fully out and on display for him. He then thought upon that short skirt you still had on and how fun it’d be to bend you over and fuck you in it. He came from the thought, covering your breasts in his seed.

You smiled up at him, scooping his cum up with your fingers and sucking it off. He felt his blood rush down, ready for another session with you as he watched you. You got up, walking towards the hall then turned to him. “I’m going to the kitchen for a little snack. Wanna come with?” He nodded, not even caring at the fact that the both of you were half naked. Moira hadn’t shown herself and even if there were ghosts watching the two of you, it wasn’t like they hadn’t seen worse things. You ate some strawberries and looked up at Tate. “You know what, babe.” “What?” You walked up to his ear before whispering in it. “Fuck the Harmon’s rules. If you want to be inside me, go ahead.” He gave you exactly what you asked for and you were in a bit of trouble when Vivien and Ben saw the hickeys on your neck.

#ahs murder house #ahs fanfic #ahs smut #ahs fandom #american horror story #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon x y/n #tate langdon x you #tate langdon smut #kinkmas

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kai-anderson-whore · 2 years ago

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Sister's boyfriend (tate Langdon x harmon fem! Reader)

Summary: you were violets sister the lesser known one of the Harmon family and you finally met tate langdon whilst snooping around your dad's office

Chapter warnings: mentions of sh, being the outcast of the family

A/n: this was shit but i'm thinking of doing a part 2

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Being part of the Harmon family was, well complicated, where do you start well first off your dad Ben, is a psychiatrist who cheated on your mom Vivian, who just suffered a miscarriage, your sister violet a teenager who smoked cigarettes and cuts herself, you smoked to you weren't cutting yourself.

And as for you well you were the troublemaker of the family, the outcast with depression and anxiety, who gets high almost everyday, the rebellious one, with the mental health issues but you didn't care.

Your family up and moved to L.A from Boston, your whole life now packed up in boxes your friends now in the past just you and your family, you were two years older than violet, you didn't want to pack up and leave your life behind.

But now here you are in a creepy old house, seeing all these weird things, ghosts?, you didn't know to clear your mind of this misery you were in, you sneaked in your dad's office snooping around, going through his patience files.

You finally came across one file in particular, Tate Langdon, he's the same age as you, seventeen, his mother requested he sees your father, looking in his file "snooping through files cool" a voice startling you.

"Who are you?" You asked the blonde boy infront of you the file in your hand as he looked through the file a smirk on his face.

"I'm the person who's on that file" your face dropped you didn't know what to say "oh right erm sorry" you awkwardly chuckled placing the file back down where it belongs. "So your my dad's next appointment" you asked closing the drawer on your dad's desk.

"Yeah my mom made me start seeing him I thought he only had one daughter" tate said confused making you realise that he was the boy she never shutted up about.

"Yeah I'm the kid everyone forgets about, the eldest" you sighed plopping down on the sofa tate stood in the room, awaiting your father.

"So how much older are you to violet?" He asked,"well I'm the same age as you so two years" you said your feet dangling off the arm rest of the sofa.

Tate could lie he was attracted to you, "you like nirvana?" He asked noticing your t-shirt with Kurt cobain on it, "They're my favourite band of all time" you smiled "mine too" tate beamed.

"Thanks for coming tate" your dad entered his office, "y/n what have I told you about being in here" your father sighed, "and since when did I listen to you ben" you smirked at your father's annoyance.

"How can you not be like violet she doesn't come in here and go through my things" Ben sighed, tate stood awkwardly as your father scolded you.

"Yeah that's right you want me to be like her but I'm not she's cold and bitter as for me I'm careless, relentless, well what's my problem doc?" You huffed storming out the room.

Tate and your dad started their session, you were in your room flicking through your albums, annoyed at your dad he always thought something psychological was wrong with you, he did sometimes with violet but with you it was worse.

"Fuck" you groaned kicking the edge of your bed in frustration, as nirvana played in the room.

"You okay?" Tates voice spoke through Kurt cobain's voice entering your bedroom, "Yeah I'm used to it" you said changing your piercing jewellery for your septum and medusa piercing.

Tate thought that you looked hot with the piercings, your style just you, "so you got a boyfriend?" He went on to ask.

"What's with the questions?" You then asked, only for him to shrug, "and if that's your way of asking if I've been fucked the answer is yes why aren't you fucking my sister?" You said screwing the ball of your piercing in.

"Just a question" tate defended, his hands up making you chuckle, "you like lana del rey?" You asked tate pulled a confused expression on what you had asked.

"Don't tell me you haven't heard lana fel rey tate I need to educate you" you said playing the born to die cd. Tate ending up loving her.

"We should hang out more often your fun" tate smiled getting ready to leave your room to go to violets, " we should" you smiled back as the blonde left your room.

You stood there confused why did your sisters boyfriend want to hang out with you? Yes you liked him he was definitely your type on paper, but he's your sisters.

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tainted-harmon · 2 years ago

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Violet’s bedroom Pt. 2

I did a post the other year in detail on Violet’s bedroom her eclectic style (click here if you haven’t seen it). I mentioned a lot of items on that post and also talked about the fact her bedroom is eclectic, meaning she has a collection of different styles, tastes and ideas. Some of it could even fall under bohemian (the noun, not place). The Anthropologie Karakoram rug is an example of that - it’s exotic and handmade. Many of her clothing is also bohemian style.

I also mentioned recently in a separate post (click here) that her bedroom is actually a pale, duck egg blue not green or teal. It’s explained in the post about how the lighting and times of day effect the appearance and hue of her walls.

Bohemian

Some of the items in her room that could fall under Bohemian style are her Karakoram rug, her two moroccan pouffes. Most people don’t mention the fact that she has two more Moroccan pouffes (she has a black and purple one). She also has a beige patchwork one.

Industrial

She has a few items that are classed as “industrial” style - the wall lighting, her black wire bookshelf, the copper wire basket near the chalkboard and other desk lighting in her room. Industrial style means aesthetic or items that are commonly used in old factories, building materials etc.. A common theme in industrial style is wire/metal and exposure, such as exposure of brick walls.

Other furniture/items

Her yellow marble top dresser has a floral pattern on the woodwork which is commonly seen in antique French marble top dressers. But there’s no way of verifying where the dresser is from, but it’s one of my favourite pieces in Violet’s bedroom and no one ever talks about it! I think it’s so beautiful.

Between the lamp and gum ball machine is an antique style open wooden jewellery box. Throughout the season there are different items on her dresser, from loose jewellery to her IPod dock.

On top of her marble dresser next to the gum ball machine she has an old looking desk light. The exact light used is called "Jumo GS1 Table Lamp, 1960s" I always assumed they glued on the doll to the base of the lamp for the show, after researching the lamp there is a white switch that sticks up on the base of the lamp where the doll head is attached/placed on. So she uses the doll’s head to switch it on. 💀 I also wonder if the lamp was supposed to be a left over item from when nurse’s stayed there due to the “60’s” era style lighting? (The lamp was actually made in the 60’s)… Just a thought.

Also, when researching this lamp it stated it as “industrial style”. There’s still many of these secondhand lamps for sale, mostly from European countries as it is of French origin.

Another item that never gets mentioned is the wire mannequin that is to the left of chalkboard!

Another less talked about item is her vintage black floral bin. They are typically a style from the 50’s and hand painted. You can commonly find them secondhand on places like EBay with some beautiful paintings.

I might do a Pt.3 another time as I have hit the maximum image limit.

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ameliadamen · 7 months ago

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SALT SPRAY — ୨୧⋆ ˚ a closed starter。

❨ＰＲＯＭＰＴ　001❩: 🌊🌅THE SEASIDE, AS THE SUN IS SETTING [ list ]

As the sun begins its descent towards the horizon, casting a warm glow across the sky, the tranquil beach near the residential areas emerges as a sanctuary of serenity. The whispers of the gentle waves lapping against the shore create a soothing rhythm, harmonizing with the soft rustle of palm trees swaying in the breeze. The salty tang of the ocean mingles with the sweet scent of nearby blossoms, painting the air with a delicate fragrance that carries with it a sense of calm.

As the daylight wanes, the sky transforms into a canvas of vibrant hues, ablaze with streaks of crimson, gold, and violet. The fading light casts long, ethereal shadows along the shoreline, imbuing the landscape with a mystical allure. Silhouettes of seabirds glide gracefully overhead, their dark forms contrasting against the fiery backdrop of the setting sun.

Along the sandy expanse, a few figures can be seen scattered, each absorbed in their own moments of quiet contemplation. Some stroll leisurely along the water's edge, their footprints leaving ephemeral traces in the damp sand, while others sit huddled together, sharing intimate conversations against the backdrop of nature's splendor. The occasional dog bounds joyfully ahead, chasing seagulls in playful abandon, adding a touch of liveliness to the tranquil scene.

Far from the bustling crowds of tourist hot spots, this secluded haven offers a sense of seclusion and intimacy. Here, the passage of time seems to slow, allowing visitors to immerse themselves fully in the beauty of the moment. The distant murmur of distant traffic serves as a gentle reminder of the world beyond, yet in this tranquil oasis, it feels as though time stands still, enveloping all who venture here in a sense of peace and tranquility.

🖼: @thomasicism 𝓲. 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙨 𓍢ִ໋🎨,✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡ ( [ surprise ] sender sneaks up behind receiver and places their hands over their eyes, wanting them to guess who it is) [ list ]

As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the familiar stretch of Bloomshore District, a sense of nostalgia enveloped Amelia. She had returned to her childhood hometown for the summer break, seeking solace in the familiar sights and sounds after weeks of feeling adrift in the bustling Linkon City. But despite the comfort of home, a twinge of loneliness lingered, her heart yearning for the presence of her boyfriend, Thomas, who had been preoccupied with his work.

She was in her bedroom, lost in her thoughts, when Amelia's phone chimed with a sudden message, breaking the quiet reverie. With a curious flutter in her chest, she read the words urging her to come to the beach, a message that sparked a glimmer of hope amidst the melancholy. Without hesitation, she made her way to the beach, maybe even running, anticipation building with each step.

As she neared the place, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled her ears, soothing her restless mind. But before she could fully immerse herself in the tranquil atmosphere, a pair of hands covered her eyes from behind, eliciting a gasp of surprise from Amelia.

She panicked for half a second, before relaxing, recognising the hands currently covering her eyes, and the smell of the rather expensive perfume she knows to be her boyfriend's.

With a laugh, she raises her own hand to lightly tug on the ones covering her eyes.

「　Quit it already！　I know it's you！　」

#・・・「　🖼 where your paintings hang。」#・・・「　verse: 𓃦 passengers。」#❧〘 thomasicism 〙#ooc ;; hi it's here ❤️❤️❤️

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