#ahs

tate langdon isn’t doing much to disprove his therapist’s diagnosis when he fucks you into the chaise longue in your dad’s office, one hand clamped loosely ‘round your neck while he drives himself into you with unforgiving force. “you know what he said? apparently i’m—fuck—scared of people leaving me. fear of rejection. fuckin’ hilarious, right? like, like i wouldn’t fucking make you stay if you tried,” he spits out bitterly, voice cracked with a desperation that doesn’t quite match the brutal rhythm he’s setting. “i wouldn’t dream of leaving you, tate.” your legs hook tight around his waist, pulling him deeper in your desire to feel him. lately he’s been both clingy yet unreachable, even when he’s inside you. “i love you,” tate huffs, forehead pressed against yours. the world seems to tilt on its axis when he pummels into your g-spot. “why’d you put up with me? i’m-” he buries his face into the crook of your shoulder when he cums, mumbling a feverish litany: “i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry.”

American Horror Story: Coven S03E03 “The Replacements”

Evan Peters in American Horror Story: Asylum (2012)