Hell Hole. - Tate Langdon

Hell Hole. - Tate Langdon

Pairing: AHS Tate Langdon x GN!Reader

Summary: Secrets can’t possibly stay hidden in a home that was built on the betrayal of deceit and ruin. Tate had figured that out by now.

ALTERNATIVELY:

Violet tells you about what Tate did, and you can’t look at him the same again after.

Warnings: if you could handle watching AHS, you can handle this i thinks. Angst, no comfort, kind of a cliffhanger ending. A part 2 may be in order if requested lol. This is very not proof read pls forgive it i just wanted to write s o me th in g.

He should’ve known. Really, very truly should’ve known that he wouldn’t have been able to move on so easily. That he wouldn’t have been able to escape the wrongdoings of his past, the horrors of the sins he committed against the innocent. It was only right he was standing where he was right now, mind racing miles upon miles a second as he tried to grasp the reality painfully painted in front of him.

You, who was standing in front of him, tear stained cheeks that were burning red like rubies. Eyes puffy and undeniably sore, strained and stinging as you wiped away the salty manifestations of your grief. It broke him to see his angel so distressed, his saviour in such a state of loss and hurt. He thought he’d been damned the day Violet told him to leave for good, damned to pay for his evil ways; cooped up in the basement with the other poor souls crying for what they had lost.

But then you arrived.

Many families had come and gone before then- ones that were broken, strained and whole. Mothers, fathers, daughters and sons, infants and pets had walked the halls of the house, only to be shortly chased away not long after. Nothing ever was permanent, and nothing ever seemed permanent for Tate, not until you came along. Ben and Vivienne were done chasing homeowners out, they no longer wanted to dedicate their deaths to preventing others from a similar fate. They’d grown tired, like everybody else had. This had only wrongfully convinced Tate further that your arrival was meant to be.

Tate almost wanted to laugh at how stupid he’d been. This light, this saviour, this god, this cruel demonstration of fate, you, were just the world’s way of tragically repeating history all over again. Less in terms of casualties, but in terms of heartbreak? Tate was almost sure he was about to drop dead all over again, if it wasn’t for the sliver of desire he held deep in his heart. What if you did forgive him? Could you be able to look past what he’d done, accept it and love him for all of what he was? Unlikely.

“Violet told me,” you choked, hair a mess and clothes crumpled from the strength of your fists clutching onto them for dear life, “she told me everything, Tate, everything.”

He swallowed the fear building in his throat, eyes nervously darting around the room. He was desperate to approach you, to get closer and cocoon you in his arms and act like this wasn’t happening right now. He shouldn’t have ever come out of the basement, he thought bitterly.

“Come on,” he begged, panting even though he didn’t have functioning lungs to fill. His chest pounding even though he didn’t have a heart capable of beating. “Please, what I did wasn’t me. Believe me, you gotta.”

“Believe you? I saw your fucking picture on the articles, Tate. You fucking killed those students in cold blood,” you hissed, running a shaking hand through your hair. Your temper was rising, didn’t he have shame? Was he even sorry?

“But it wasn’t me!”

“How was it not you? You were the one with the gun! You were the one that pulled the trigger! You were the one who assaulted and killed Violet’s mother! The one responsible for two other people who are doomed here!”

“No, no not like that. I mean-“ he sobbed, “please, i know i did it. All of it. But it wasn’t me. I’m so sorry.”

You scoffed. Tate visibly winced, eyes building up with tears as he shook violently. You couldn’t help but feel disgusted, stomach turning and nose scrunching as you took in his state. How could he have the audacity to be in such despair when he’d ended and ruined lives?

Somehow, you could still see the Tate you knew in him. The Tate who wouldn’t hurt a fly, who would do anything to see you giddy and smiling, who was yours. But knowing the reality, also meant you knew you had to toss that bullshit behind you. You couldn’t feel this way towards him anymore. Your stomach turned just thinking of the monster he was under all the lies he meticulously fed you. He wasn’t innocent and he knew that this whole time.

“I’m going,” you said hastily, hands flying up in defeat as you stormed out of your bedroom. The bedroom you now realised previously belonged to the now dead school shooter and also your recent ex, Tate Langdon. “Don’t fucking show yourself when I come back.”

You didn’t entirely understand everything, I mean, how could you? You’d gone from believing you had a perfect goofy, adorably-odd boyfriend, to finding out he was dead with a criminal record and multiple bodies under his belt. At first you didn’t fully accept Violet’s babbling as she rambled off about all the suffering he’d caused, until she snatched your phone and pulled up what had confirmed your fears. The truth was right in front of your eyes, and there was no option for you to avoid it for it was blinding- and, what was more devastating, a measly google search away this whole time.

You were a fool.

“No! Please, you can’t!” he cried, hands coming up to yank at his blonde strands, his demeanour visibly closing in on himself. His body language screamed frightened, but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care.

You ignored his protests, although your tears continued to stream as you listened halfheartedly to his pleas. It wasn’t your place to forgive, and you’d certainly never be able to forget.

And with those last thoughts, you stepped out of your bedroom door and flew down the stairs. Your parents were both at work, so nobody was home to question why you were so frantic to leave the house. You’d have no choice but to be home later, but everything in the moment seemed to be screaming at you to leave.

“You’re all I have! Stay! Please!” he bounded down the stairs after you, pitiful screams narrowly escaping his aching throat. “You promised me! You fucking promised me! You can’t leave!”

Your breath hitched in your throat, door swinging shut as you practically ran out of the suffocating walls of your house. Could it even be considered your home now? Did technicalities even matter when nothing that you’d just experienced was even remotely logical?

You chuckled miserably, kicking the stone littered pavement as you tracked further from the hell hole you’d just stepped out of and closer to some peace and quiet. You’d worry about the rest when you got back.

lips - jungkook x reader (m)

reader with her head hanging off the bed and jungkook fucking her throat in a 69 position. the end.

warning: pwp, occasional name calling, use of the word ‘forced’ but everything is entirely consensual, breath play, cum shots, oral (m and f receiving), jungkook’s a slight brat

words: 1,192

unedited but just wanted to write this thought out before i lost motivation to do it

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"Come on, baby, you can take my cock better than that," Jungkook cooed, pulling his hips back slightly to give you some breathing room. Tears streamed down your cheeks and spit pooled around your lips as you coughed and sputtered.

Your head was hanging off the edge of your shared bed while Jungkook pistoned his cock back and forth in your throat, your nose hitting against his pubic bone as he relentlessly penetrated your mouth. Clothes were long discarded to the side and both of you were laid bare before each other.

Jungkook's hands were tightly gripping your hips, pushing you down into the bed. He used you as leverage to slowly withdraw himself from your warm tongue, inch by inch, before pushing back in to feel you engulf him gradually. He loved the sensation of your wet mouth slowly enveloping him.

You wanted to respond to his cocky remark, but the situation you were in didn't allow for it. You were completely at Jungkook's mercy, being used as nothing more than a receptacle for his sexual pleasure. Your arousal flooded out of your eager hole just at the thought.

"Aw, is somebody dripping for me? Getting so wet while being throat fucked by your boyfriend, huh?" You jumped as you felt his pointer and ring fingers parting your labia, with his middle finger gently rubbing over your swollen clit. "I bet this is where you want my cock, isn't it, baby? You want it deep inside this pussy, I know it. I can feel how badly you want it on my fingers, you little whore.”

Your moans vibrated down Jungkook's shaft, causing him to stutter in shock. His pace quickened, almost as if to retaliate for your teasing. You would have giggled if you weren't otherwise occupied. It seemed like he could sense your pleasure at his unexpected reaction, prompting him to quickly dip his head and take a long lick up your folds. "How do you like it?" he asked, his taunting voice filled with desire.

Your tongue disengaged, and your mouth hung open wider as you felt the sensation of his tongue exploring your sensitive area. It playfully flicked your aching clit before pushing down and dragging his tongue in a figure eight motion around it. The pressure of his hot, panting mouth against you made your skin feel as though it was on fire. Your pussy clenched around air as you couldn't help but let out moans that spilled past your lips.

Reminding you of what you were supposed to be doing, Jungkook pressed his hips against your face, urging you to get back to work. Despite the overwhelming pleasure that clouded your senses, you persisted in licking up and down his throbbing cock and taking it as deep down your throat as humanly possible.

Your tongue gently suctioned against him, each sensual suck causing waves of pleasure to surge up his spine. It was so addictive; he only wished he could see your face as he forced you to take everything he gave you. He'd bet you looked fucked out and ethereal, and he hadn't even actually fucked you yet. He wanted to shoot one load of his cum down your dirty throat before he got to that yet, though.

As his tongue continued to slurp up your wetness and wiggle its way deep into where you craved him the most, your throat wrapped around his cock and constricted around it, pushing and pulling him with the muscles of your throat to compensate for the lack of physical space to move up and down. The sound of his whimpers and his messy devouring of your pussy filled the air, while the mixture of saliva and your essence between your thighs spread out further and further.

Your own saliva was steadily beginning to coat your face more and more, your lips red and inflamed, shiny with copious amounts of saliva. Jungkook wasn't any better, his face smothered with a mixture of saliva and vaginal fluid as he pushed his tongue deeper and deeper inside you. His tongue dragged against your tightening walls, intensifying the sensations to the point where you could've screamed.

As time went on, you felt your legs spreading wider and wider, eagerly inviting the raven-haired boy on top of you to offer you more and more. Your desire for him grew stronger with each passing moment, craving everything he was willing to give you.

‘Slap!’ His hand came down against your cunt, furiously rubbing as his speed quickened. You could tell his orgasm was approaching, and the way he was manipulating you under his skilled fingers meant you weren't far behind. His moans increased in volume, and he softly grunted as one of your hands came up to stroke his base, while your tongue still suckled his tip to give your bruised and battered throat a much-needed break.

“Come on, baby, cum for me,” Jungkook groaned, his jaw aching and his tongue strained as he rubbed your needy cunt. “Give it to me, you fucking slut. Fucking cum.”

A final, prolonged cry escaped your lips, but was immediately muffled as Jungkook took advantage of your open mouth and thrust his dick as deep as it could go. He whimpered and moaned as he ejaculated deep inside you, the warm, salty, and slightly tangy fluid settling at the back of your throat. The intense pressure that had built up in your abdomen snapped like a rubber band, causing a rush of blood to your head and making your vision fill with stars.

Jungkook lay still on top of you, his face pressed firmly into your tummy as he took deep breaths to ground himself. His hands lifted off your hips and grabbed onto your quivering, plump thighs, squeezing and kneading as he recovered. Unfortunately, you couldn't swallow like this, and the way it was slowly dripping down your throat made you feel like you were about to choke - and not in a good way.

Frantic taps against his legs made him jump off of you, worry etched into his face and his eyebrows furrowed as he scanned you over. Apologies and questions quickly tumbled from his mouth, his eyes scanning you in concern. You quickly swallowed whatever was left in your mouth, grimacing as you felt the burning sensation in your throat.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," you laughed, eyes closed and chest heaving as you tried your best to catch your breath. "I just couldn't swallow everything with your cock still in my mouth.”

"Oh," Jungkook smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. But one glance at your plush, alluring body made his blood rush straight to his cock. In a flash, he crawled onto the bed and settled in front of you.

The movement of the bed jostled you, causing your eyes to open as you took in your surroundings. Hands gripped onto your legs, pulling you forcefully away from the edge of the bed. You let out a yelp, but instantly realized what was happening as you felt the tip of his cock brush against your empty cunt.

“We aren’t done here.”

"don't mass reblog/like :/" coward. fool. somebody just went through and liked and reblogged 64 things from my blog in the span of half an hour at most. and i've never felt more alive in my life

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me when lacking motivation to write 🥴 i will get to those requests people i’m just. no brain.

when y'all read x reader fan fiction, do you guys not use it as escapism? because the way you guys complain about not relating 100% to reader. like sometimes i want to imagine myself as a flirtatious reader or a complete bitch. like do y'all not imagine yourselves with a completely different personality and read it for the storytelling? you do not have to relate to every aspect of the reader and it's completely fine. some of y'all have boring lives outside of fan fiction, so use it as your escape from real life because some of y'all act like y'all want it to mirror every single aspect of it.