#tate x reader

“You’re the only light I’ve ever known” 🔆

info : tate confronts you as he feels that you’re slipping from his fingers. (different from original murder house plot)

tags : light angst, smut, porn w/ plot, insecure tate, make up handjob, fluff

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“..Can we talk?”

Tate Langdon stands at your doorway timidly, his two fingers tracing the painted wood as he stares at you intensely.

“Yeah,” You say, perched on your chair as he waits for an invite into your room. He doesn’t get one.

“Did I.. do something?” He asks, voice filled with dejection.

“No.”

His eyes don’t leave yours the whole time. You weren’t looking directly at him, but you could feel his stony gaze on you.

“Then why are you doing this to me? Why are you being this way?” He says, his voice raising a little.

You pick at your nails.

“What way is that, exactly?

“You’re ignoring me. Refusing to come back home until it’s after midnight. You haven’t let me in your room for the past two weeks,” Tate’s eyes begin to well with tears. “You won’t even look at me!”

You finally glance up and catch a glimpse of Tate using his sleeve to furiously wipe away his tears, pressing deep into his eyeballs.

“Hey..” You say gently, extending your arms out. “Come here.”

He sniffles. Finally being granted permission to enter your room makes him start crying again. He takes a seat on your lap as you rub his back in small circles.

“I didn’t mean to ignore you.. I just needed some time to myself.” You bring your lips up to kiss Tate’s cheek. He melts into that small gesture and wraps his whole body around you.

“I thought you were gonna make me leave,” He says quietly.

“Never,” You say against his soft blonde hair.

He pulls away from you, taking in your facial expression — calm and cool.

“I wish you felt as deeply about me as I do about you.” He says, nuzzling into your neck.

You giggle at his touch. “I do, Tate. I feel everything that you do.”

“Liar.”

“Hey, if you want me to prove it, I will,”

“Do it, then,”

You stare at him, dead serious. “I don’t wanna hear you complaining if I do end up managing to prove it.”

Tate smiles softly before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Never.”

Your hands slowly shift down to Tate’s lower back, where you grip onto his ass and fondle him.

He groans against your lips as you use your idle hand to take out his cock. It’s rock-hard, and you can tell he’s been pent-up by the way his cock throbs with every touch.

“M-my love..” He gasps softly. “Slow.. it’s been a while..”

“Mhm,” You say as you pepper his face with kisses.

You stroke his cock gently. Starting from the head and you squeeze ever so slightly at the base of his dick.

“Haa.. hnngh..” He’s panting like a dog in heat. You clear his face of the blonde sweat-slicked hair as you bite his lips, licking the wound and then locking them in a kiss.

“Pl-please slow down.. agh~..” He whines. “I.. I don’t wanna c-cum so soon..”

“Too bad.” You smile wickedly, increasing the pace. Tate’s whole body jolts upright as he begs you to slow down.

“H-hey..! gah.. Stop— hnghh.. sq-squeezing my cock..” He whimpers with every upstroke and moans with every downstroke.

“You’re just so cute, Tate,” You say softly into his ear. He gasps and shakes his head furiously.

“No.. d-don’t- mhh- say that..” He’s barely holding back from cumming and you’re making it worse. You know he loves it when you praise him.

“How can I not say it?” You beam, kissing him. You bring your other hand up to his tip as you hover over his slit. “My cutie. My Tate.”

“I-I’m serious— nnghh~” Tears prickle his eyes again. “Stoop… haa— wai-wait!”

The sudden pressure of you grinding your slender finger into his slit makes Tate arch his back and cry out.

“No-not there! agh.. w-wait— I-I can’t handle it— f-fuck.. nnhhh—!”

“Let it out, Tatie,” You coo.

“N-no— not like t-this..-“ He trembles in your embrace as you speed up even more.

“Come onn.” You say playfully. “If you cum now, we can finally get to the main part!”

Tate looks at you, glossy-eyed and already thirsting for more.

“P-promise..?”

“Mhm,” You kiss his cheek. “Just.. let it out, baby.”

And he does. With a shiver, a string of “fuck’s”, he finally cums a thick load onto your hands.

“Look at that,” You remark, showing Tate the mess he made.

“I-I didn’t mean to cum on your hands..” He says shyly.

“No worries. I’ll take responsibility.” You say, licking your hands. Tate’s eyes widen and he turns away to hide the blush creeping onto his face.

“Tate,” You say in a sterner tone. He flips his head back.

“I love you.”

He smiles warmly.

“I love you more.”

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singers ↳ tate mcrae x gn!reader

synopsis: ↳ when a fan tries to give you her number during your set, tate gets jealous and during "miss possessive" she brings you on stage and kisses you in front of the entire stadium

genre: ↳ slight angst, pop star x rockstar, established relationship, fluff

featuring: ↳ tate mcrae x rockstar!reader ↳ cameron fedora, findlay mcconnell

warnings / notes: ↳ request ↳ 661 words ↳ please do not copy, translate or repost any of my works anywhere.

The stadium is already loud before the lights even come up. 

Phones are raised, chants echo, and the bass hums through the concrete like a heartbeat. Opening acts don’t usually get this kind of reaction, but they aren’t a usual opener. Y/n steps into the spotlight with a guitar slung low, leather jacket catching the glow, and the crowd losing its mind like they didn’t just come for Tate McRae. 

w: smut, mutual mansturbation, Tate is a whimpering mess.

Tate was always a softie. You knew it and that didn’t bother you, of course, you fantasized about him taking you hard and fast but he was too good to do it. So your sexual activities are reduced to any needs he has at night.

“mmm—princess”

His hand was massaging his own pants while the other touched one of your soft nipples.

｡⋆˙⟡ ❝𝓖𝐎 𝓐𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝓣𝐀𝐓𝐄!❞

𓊆 𝓢𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𓊇 leaving tate langdon? was that ever even an option once you two had gotten together?

𝓒𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 .ᐟ angsty ◞ mentions of death/dying ◞ emotional vulnerability ◞ themes of an unstable relationship ◞ crying/break down(s) ✦ ♯

꒰ ֶָ ♥︎ : 𝓘𝐋𝐋𝐈'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐙 ⸝⸝ layout creds: @/jacksabbotts ⸝⸝ divider creds: @/cursed-carmine ⸝⸝ I don't write angst a lot since I kind of...don't think I'm very good at it, but I wanted to try so... hopefully this isn't too sucky ⸝⸝ inspired by some scenes from season one!! ⸝⸝ word count; 1212

𝓜𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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"What are you doing?"

You gasped despite yourself, head snapping away from the suitcase in front of you–gaze now locked on the boy standing across from you.

Tate stood there by your door, leaning against the frame with his hands by his side, eyebrows pinched together in confusion. He had that look on his face. One you couldn't tell was either anger or sadness. All you could tell were that the corner of his eyes seemed to water, making his eyes shine even in the darkness of your room.

Spoil You

Info: Tatexmascreader

Summary: Y/n has noticed how humble her girlfriend is and decides to take matters into her own hands and spoil her girl.

Every morning before they went out, Tate would stand in front of her closet for a few extra minutes, quietly looking through her clothes.

“I think I need to go shopping sometime,” she’d say with a small laugh. “I’ve been wearing the same outfits over and over.”

Y/n would glance over from the bed.

“You’ve got plenty of clothes.”

“I know,” Tate smiled, closing the closet. “I just haven’t bought anything new in forever.”

The conversation never went much further than that.

Tate wasn’t the type to splurge on herself. She had more than enough money to replace her wardrobe if she wanted to. In fact, she probably could’ve bought half the mall without thinking twice. But that just wasn’t who she was.

If she saw something she liked, she’d admire it for a moment before saying, “Maybe another time.”

If something was expensive, she’d almost always put it back. To Tate, as long as she had clothes that fit and were comfortable, she was happy.

Y/n admired that about her.She loved how humble Tate was.But sometimes Y/n wished Tate would let herself enjoy the things she wanted.

So after hearing her casually mention againthat she’d probably shop for some new clothes eventually, Y/n came up with an idea.

That Saturday morning, Tate walked into the kitchen to find Y/n leaning against the counter with her car keys spinning around one finger.

“Morning,” Tate smiled.

“Morning, beautiful.”

Y/n walked over and kissed her forehead before placing the keys in her hand.

“Go get dressed.”

Tate laughed.

“I am dressed.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

About thirty minutes later, Y/n pulled into the parking lot of one of the largest shopping centers in the LA.

Tate looked around before smiling.

“The mall?”

“Mhm.”

“I was actually thinking of coming here next week.”

“I know.”

Tate turned toward her, confused.

“You do?”

Y/n nodded.

“You’ve mentioned a few times that you’ve been wanting to pick up some new clothes.”

Tate shrugged.

“Yeah. Eventually.”

“Why eventually?”

“I don’t know.” Tate smiled softly. “I always end up talking myself out of it. I tell myself I don’t really need anything.”

Y/n shook her head with an amused smile.

“That’s exactly why we’re here.”

Tate frowned slightly.

“What do you mean?”

Y/n reached over and intertwined their fingers.

“It means today, you’re not checking price tags.”

“…Y/n.”

“You’re not putting things back.”

“Babe…”

“And you’re definitely not saying, ‘I’ll get it another time.’”

Tate immediately knew where this was going.

Her eyes widened.

“You are not buying me a whole shopping spree.”

“I am.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

Tate laughed, gently nudging her shoulder.

“I have money, you know.”

“I know you do.”

“So let me buy my own stuff.”

Y/n smiled before bringing Tate’s hand to her lips.

“I know you can.”

She kissed the back of it.

“But I want to.”

Tate’s expression softened.

“You deserve to be spoiled too.”

“I spoil myself enough.”

“No,” Y/n chuckled. “You take care of everyone else first. Today, I’m taking care of you.”

Tate opened her mouth to argue again.

Y/n beat her to it.

“And before you say no…”

She leaned in with a teasing grin.

“Anything you pick up, try on, or can’t stop looking at…”

She gave Tate’s hand a playful squeeze.

“…is mine to buy.”

Tate let out a defeated laugh, shaking her head.

“You are impossible.”

Y/n grinned.

“I’ve been told that.”

Unable to hide her smile any longer, Tate slipped her hand into Y/n’s.

“Fine.”

“Fine?”

“Fine.”

Y/n laughed.

“Good.”

“Just don’t blame me when you leave here carrying twenty shopping bags.”

“I was planning on it.”

Hand in hand, they walked into the mall, Tate already knowing there was no winning against her girlfriend when Y/n had made up her mind.

The first store they stepped into was one of Tate’s favorites. The second the automatic doors opened, Tate’s eyes lit up.

“I haven’t been in here in months,” she said with a smile, already wandering toward the new arrivals.

Y/n stayed a few steps behind, watching her girlfriend browse through the racks.

Tate wasn’t grabbing handfuls of clothes or filling a cart.

She simply looked.

She’d pull out a hoodie, feel the material between her fingers, admire the color, then neatly place it back where she’d found it.

Every single time.

Y/n couldn’t help but smile.

“You know…” she said, walking beside her, “you’re allowed to actually shop.”

“I am shopping.”

“No,” Y/n laughed. “You’re window shopping.”

Tate grinned.

“I’m looking first.”

She stopped in front of a display and picked up a cream-colored oversized hoodie.

“I really like this.”

Y/n reached over and took it from her hands.

“I’ll hold it.”

Tate didn’t think much of it.

A few minutes later, she found a pair of loose-fitting cargo pants.

“These are cute.”

They joined the hoodie on Y/n’s arm.

Then came a black zip-up.

A pair of baggy jeans.

Two graphic tees.

A knit sweater.

Each time Tate admired something, Y/n quietly added it to the growing pile in her arms.

After about ten minutes, Tate finally noticed.

She looked over.

“…Babe.”

“Hm?”

“Why are you carrying all of that?”

Y/n looked down innocently.

“What do you mean?”

“My clothes.”

“Our clothes.”

“My clothes.”

Y/n smiled.

“They’re going home with us.”

Tate sighed, already knowing this conversation wasn’t going to end in her favor.

“Y/n…”

“You like them.”

“I do.”

“So?”

“I don’t need all of them.”

Y/n shrugged.

“You don’t need them.”

She stepped closer, gently nudging Tate’s shoulder.

“But you want them.”

Tate looked down with a shy smile.

“I guess.”

“Then that’s enough for me.”

Before Tate could protest again, Y/n casually picked up another hoodie from the rack.

“What about this color?”

Tate looked at it.

“…Okay, that one’s actually really nice.”

Into the pile it went.

Tate laughed.

“You didn’t even give me a chance.”

“I know your face.”

“My face?”

“When you really like something, you stare at it for three seconds longer than everything else.”

“I do not.”

“You absolutely do.”

“I think you’re making things up.”

Y/n simply raised an eyebrow.

“Oh?”

She walked over to another display where a denim jacket hung on a mannequin.

Without saying a word, Tate looked at it for several seconds.

Y/n reached up and grabbed it off the rack.

“I wasn’t even touching it!” Tate laughed.

“You were thinking about it.”

“I was appreciating it.”

“Same difference.”

Tate shook her head, unable to stop smiling.

“You pay way too much attention to me.”

“I know.”

“And it’s slightly unfair.”

“I know.”

They eventually made their way to the fitting rooms with Y/n carrying more clothes than she could comfortably hold.

Tate looked at the pile before looking back at her girlfriend.

“You’re going to be disappointed when I don’t keep half of these.”

“We’ll see.”

One by one, Tate came out wearing different outfits.

“What do you think?” she asked, stepping out in the oversized hoodie and cargo pants.

Y/n looked her up and down before smiling proudly.

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“You say that every time.”

“Because it’s true every time.”

Tate rolled her eyes playfully.

“You are such a flirt.”

“And you’re keeping that outfit.”

The next outfit.

“Keeping it.”

The next.

“Definitely keeping it.”

By the time Tate had tried everything on, there wasn’t a single outfit Y/n didn’t love.

As they walked toward the registers, Tate reached for one of the shirts.

“I’ll pay for at least some of these.”

Y/n gently moved her hand away.

“Nope.”

“Y/n.”

“I told you today’s on me.”

“I feel bad.”

Y/n stopped walking and turned to face her.

“Tate.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t spoil you because I think you need me to.”

She reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind Tate’s ear.

“I spoil you because it makes me happy.”

Tate’s expression softened.

“You deserve to be treated just as well as you treat everyone else.”

For a moment, Tate didn’t argue.

Instead, she leaned forward and kissed Y/n’s cheek.

“Thank you.”

Y/n smiled.

“You haven’t even seen the next store yet.”

Tate blinked.

“…There’s more?”

Y/n grinned mischievously.

“Babe…”

“We still have shoes, jewelry, and bags to look at babe.”

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

— ᨳଓ .🪽🔪

ꪆৎ: 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑝, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝚑𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒. 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝚑𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝚑𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡

It had been over three years since Violet had broken Tates heart and he was still mourning her. He’d watch from a distance, waiting, hoping somehow she would hear his internal pleads for her to come back to him. But she never did.

“Give up lover boy. She’s not coming back to you.” Hayden said emerging from the dark behind Tate.

Tate watched out the window of the house as Violet sat on the porch reading a book.

“I promised to never give up on her.” Tate said, his eyes unmoving from violet.

Hayden sighed.

“When are you going you realize she’s never going to forgive you.”

Tate was about to get mad when he noticed Violets attention get pulled away from her book. A car pulled up into the driveway.

The amount of new owners he had seen in the past few years was staggering. So many more deaths were happening. And fast. Usually it was a a young couple looking to start a new family in a big beautiful house in the heart of California. They never made it long enough to even try. Either they were scared out or murdered within the first month.

The car doors opened and a man stepped out from the front seat. Then the back door opened. He watched as a girl around his age walked up to the door. You.

He could hear their voices muffled through the glass.

“It’s kinda creepy huh.” The man said.

“I like it. It gives it character.” You looked up admiring the house.

Something about this whole situation was very familiar to him. He saw Violet in the young, unsuspecting girl.

As you entered the house, he watched you.

Tate ignored as Hayden made a rude remark before disappearing again.

That night he stood at the end of your bed. It was his old room, then Violets, now yours. He watched as you slept peacefully. He couldn’t help but worry though. He knew what his house did to people. What it did to him. And he didn’t want it claiming another innocent victim.

You were pretty when you slept he thought. But then again, you were always pretty. Maybe if he couldn’t have Violet, he could have you.

As days passed, he built up the courage to appear to you.

“Hey.” You jumped, startled by Tates entrance.

You were sitting on the couch in the living room listening to music. Pulling out an earbud, you stood up with a confused expression drawn on your face.

“Why are you in my house?” you spoke.

Tate laughed looking down.

“Sorry i didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Tate. I live down the street.”

You just stared down at his hand.

“I knew the old owners. I’m here to pick up from stuff from the basement.” He explained finally.

Your expression softened.

“You could have started with that.” You finally reached out shaking his hand and telling him your name.

“The basement’s over here. It’s super dusty and old so try not to inhale too much.” You said as you lead Tate to the entrance of the basement.

He started down the stairs before looking back up at you.

“You wanna come?” He said.

“Why? You scared to be alone down there?”

“Maybe.” Tate smiled at you like he hadn’t been down there a billion times before.

You smiled back, following him down the creeky stairway.

“For such a nice house the basements kinda shitty. My dad plans to redo it all. tear it all up and stuff.” You explained as you watched Tate find a few boxes.

You watched him for a moment as he looked through a cardboard box. He was cute. Messy blonde hair, big brown eyes.

“You have a girlfriend?” You spoke suddenly.

Tate turned.

“Uhh no.” He thought of Violet again. Why did this feel like he was cheating on her. She was over him. He should be over her too.

“What about you? Got a boyfriend.” He smiled awkwardly.

You shook your head.

“Since you live so close Wanna hang out sometime? Everyone at school sucks. I haven’t made a single friend.”

“Yeah sure.”

After that. Tate vowed to protect you as much as he could. He watched you at night making sure none of the other ghosts even tried to lay a finger on you.

He suppressed the thought of Violet. He tried to steer clear of her normal spots in the house. He wasn’t sure what would happen if he started down that path again.

As for you, your feelings for Tate grew. He was a sweet boy even if he was a little weird. You noticed things about the house like the occasional weird noise or shadow, but for the most part Tate protected you from those things.

He didn’t want what happened to Violet to repeat with you. He kept the secrets of the house from you. But inevitably, it all came to light eventually.

“Tate?” You called out stepping into the dark basement.

You held a piece of paper in your hand that Tate had left on your desk. Meet me in the basement at 7:00. <3 It read.

He did this a lot. Leaving you little notes in your room. You sometimes wondered how he got in so unnoticed.

“Tate?” You called out again.

A red ball rolled out from the dark of the basement into your view.

“Are you trying to scare me?” You laughed picking up the ball.

There was no reply.

Then the sound of rapid footsteps startled you.

“Tate come on.” You weren’t laughing anymore but you wouldn’t let Tate know he was successful in scaring you.

You squinted your eyes, trying to see into the dark corner. All you could make out was a silhouette. Too small to be Tate.

“What the hell.” You said to yourself, taking a single step back.

Then the figure grew closer, footsteps falling on the cold, cement floor.

You dropped the ball and it bounced once.

Finally, you were able to see what was hiding in the dark. But only for a second because you screamed and turned to run. You were met with Tate who was standing behind you.

“Tate.” You cried, letting him hold you. You closed your eyes.

“Go away. Shes scared.” He said firmly.

“What the hell is that!” You yelled as a tear fell down your cheek.

“It’s ok. I’ve got you.”

You turned back around and the thing was gone. Only the red ball remained.

“What’s going on.” You sobbed in Tates arms as he rubbed your back soothingly.

“You don’t need to be scared. Just tell them to go away and they will.”

“What was that.” Your voice was quieter now, and your tears were lighter.

“They’re from the past. They won’t hurt you. I promise.” Even if that promise wasn’t 100% true, Tate couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving this house. And him.

He tried keeping this from you as long as possible.

“Like a ghost?” You felt crazy. You were never a believer in the supernatural. But maybe seeing is believing.

Tate nodded. He was calm. Too clam for a situation like this.

“How do you know this stuff?” You asked shaking your head.

“I promise i’ll tell you everything.”