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✨ My 80’s Serial Killer Playlist That Gives Me A Very Specific & Perfectly Fucked Up Vibe ✨

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✨ My 80’s Serial Killer Playlist That Gives Me A Very Specific & Perfectly Fucked Up Vibe ✨

#playlist #doctor thredson #dahmer #tate langdon #negan #ahs #american horror story #james patrick march #evan peters #kit walker #oliver thredson #zachary quinto #Spotify

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Play House

Dandy Mott x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Imagine: Dandy always makes you play house with him whenever you visit. 

Word Count: 1.7k 

Warnings: swearing, foreplay? (I think that’s how I would describe it)

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)You groaned as your realised where your mother had driven you to. “This is the third time this week mother, he’s obsessed with me!” Your mother only chuckled, “Don’t be ridiculous, he just likes you, you know he doesn’t have any friends, just be nice. Now, I’ll be back in a few hours to pick you up.” You sighed as you gave your mother a hug and a kiss on the cheek before getting out of the car. You really didn’t want to visit Dandy again but he had ‘insisted’ on your arrival and had paid your mother for every trip you made to his house. 

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American Horror Story 4x09 “Blood Bath”

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eating disorder?

no bitch, im eating this order 😍

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The summoning (jmp x tate Langdon x reader smut)

Summary: you had always been fascinated with serial killers and true crime, one day you decided to try and summon your two favourite killers

Warnings: smut, three way, oral (tate receiving), p in v sex, doggy style 😏, summoning a ghost, ouija board,

Word count: 1,3k (another short one it was supposed to be longer)

A/n: this is a request by @villains-are-hot, thank you for the request and once again I apologise that it was very rushed at the end and I took ages to post this 😊

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For as long as you could remember you had a unhealthy obsession with true crime/ serial killers. Some may say it's far from normal, it was frightening. You knew stories of cases watched all the documentaries and more.

Some people say it's the type of obsession you hear killers having before they kill. You didn't care it was a interest that you were so passionate about. You preferred learning about serial killers, how their mind works, what drove them to do it. The ones you liked learning about the most was Tate Langdon who got shot dead in his bedroom after shooting up his school one day in 1994. And the other was James Patrick march a well known serial killer from the 1920s to the early 1930s. Legend has it they both still reside in their place of death.

You didn't know if that was true or not, you visited the hotel that James Patrick march resides in but nothing, you couldn't exactly go to the murder house since people live there. It intrigued you deeply, the thought it could be true or not.

You didn't know what you were doing when the idea popped into your head, you thought it won't work but it was worth a go. Now researching things to do, how to summon ghosts, some where a bit far fetched others seemed fake but you were willing nonetheless. Finding a method writing down everything that had to be done.

You sat in front of the oujia board your fingers delicately on the triangle piece. You took deep breaths trying to stay calm circling the board three times before saying "James Patrick march and Tate Langdon I invite you to this space" waiting a few seconds you felt eerily quiet and cold.

"Is there anyone here?" You asked the board, you felt something pushing the triangle to yes, you gasped in shock now feeling nervous but your fingers still remain on the piece. "How many sprits are here?" You then asked feeling uneasy slightly regretting your decision. The piece moved to the number 2 you didn't know if it was you or if it was actually two spirits here but you slowly asked your next question "w-who are you?".

The board moved to around spelling out two initials JMP and TL you gasped removing your hands from the board standing up. Completely forgetting to say goodbye. You immediately grabbed the board putting it away "what the fuck, it's probably me doing it it's got to be" you whispered to yourself.

"Not quite dear" a voice chimed making you yelp in fright. "What the fuck!?" You turned around seeing two guys there awfully familiar to you, they looked identical like discrete descent, "w-who are you?" You asked in fear.

"I'm James Patrick march and this is-" "Tate Langdon" they said, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion "you're both dead no this can't be true." You couldn't believe what you were seeing they looked exactly like the killers you knew so much about. "How are you here?" You asked a thousand questions running around your head.

"Well you summoned us" Tate chuckled pointing to the ouija board. That's when you realised "shit I forgot to say goodbye" mentally cursing yourself, "it's quite alright dear, but I must ask how did you manage to get us free?" James asked.

"Dude she used the ouaji board to get us out" Tate said like James was dumb. "That's fascinating" James eyes light up "I don't know how we could ever thank you" James added. Tate's eyes on you like you’re his prey, swallowing a lump in your throat as his steps grew closer to you from behind. "I've got an idea" Tate's breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine. "Y-you don't need to thank me" your voice was above whisper unsure what they mean.

"Well boy enlighten us with your idea" James's velvety voice made you shiver more. You couldn't deny they were both very attractive despite their tendency to killing. "Well she's pretty isn't she? Don't you agree?" Tate smirked his hands running down the soft skin of your arms. "I do agree with you she is quite remarkable" James agreed beckoning his steps closer to you.

You didn't know if your body was filled with fear or anticipation maybe both. Closing your eyes feeling their breaths breeze across your features. James colds fingertips grazing gracefully along your bare arms bringing goosebumps to their wake. "I think we shall reward her for setting us free from our eternal resistances" James smirked his pencil moustache raising up.

"I was thinking the same" Tate chuckled with a devilish smirk, you didn't know what to feel scared? Or turned on? Maybe both. Feeling their cold hands on you but you didn't protest instead you let out a small sigh tugging on your shirt removing it from your body your head felt like it was spinning feeling their lips on your neck. You felt yourself being guided to your bed. Seeing Tate now above you with a mischievous smirk on his face.

You didn't know where James was until Tate pull away from you, seeing James now in his briefs flipping you over on your hands and knee. You whimpered in anticipation for what's to come feeling James's cold fingers hooking into your underwear peeling the fabric of your underwear off you and into the floor. Tate in front of you his impressive length in-front of you, holding yourself on one hand stroking him, earning a low groan erupted from his mouth. You felt cold fingertips teasing your folds collecting your arousal bringing it to your clit circling it in slow torturous motions.

A small gasp left your lips, your body automatically responding to James's touch "that's it dear" he says huskily, Tate still knelt infront of you his eager length desperate for attention. You took Tate's cock in your hand stroking him kitten licking the tip making him buck his hips into your touch more. You took Tate in your mouth swirling your tongue along the tip, gasping as you felt James enter your heat.

James thrusted into you slowly you moaned against Tate's length. A low groan rumbled from his throat his hips bucked further in your throat. James thrusts grew more faster and harder, tears forming in your eyes. "Fuck" Tate hissed his hips essentially fucking your throat.

"You feel wonderful darling" James hissed his grip on your hips tight, nails digging into your skin only adding to your pleasure. "Fuck" you moaned feeling Tate twitch in your mouth signalling you that he was close. You kept your movements along Tate's cock till he releases into the back of your throat, swallowing every drop. James kept his movements thrusting harshly into you you felt close to the edge "I'm so close" you moaned. Tate was watching you and James with a smirk, his skin flustered. James didn’t stop his movements hitting that spot guaranteed to make you see stars.

With a few more harsh deep thrusts, your body trembles, back arching releasing over James’s length trigging his own release deep inside you. His thrusts became sloppy till they came to a halt. Trying to catch your breath “that was something else” you chuckled. James and tate shared a wicked smile between them, “oh we’re don’t done, we’re only getting started” Tate’s voice make a shiver run down your spine waiting on what’s to come.

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        ‘ it is to my understanding,                 miss,          that you’ve been submitted under my care. ‘   

his throat felt rusty from his pack-a-day nicotine addiction, of which he’d tried so hard to kick as a teenager. though, all efforts to do so had proved fruitless, and yet another camel was resting softly between two doigts of his left hand. oliver had a brand new, crisp manila folder atop the oak desk in front of him. a new patient. another golden opportunity. she’d been escorted to his office via the burly arms of frank, the main security man of briarcliff. he was an  undeniably corrupt man, who more than likely was suspicious that thredson was up to no good, but he kept his mouth shut, and for that alone he was respectful. blonde twirls fell down her shoulders, and the doctor made is as slight as possible that he was examining her. 

‘ take a seat. let’s begin with telling me your name━         your cooperation is highly encouraged. ‘

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Obedient.  (Oliver Thredson x Reader)

Hi friends :) this was requested by @baybex, thank you dear, this one was fun :)

Warnings: Choking, blood play a little, dom!Oliver, begging, spanking, smacking, etc. 

You and Oliver had been dating for about a month or so now. He was amazing. He was smart, and charming and knew exactly how to make you laugh. You two had been spending just about every weekend together, and tonight was no exception. You were sat on his couch, watching as he made each of you a vodka cranberry. He moved so smoothly, he was so confident. “So tell me about your day.” You said, crossing your legs and looking at him with a tilt of your head. “Oh, it was nothing special. Just had a few meetings with some patients.” He walked over to the couch, taking a seat next to you, “I spoke with Kit Walker today, the suspect of the Bloody Face murders.” He said, taking a much needed sip of his drink. Your eyes widened. “There’s not a doubt in my mind that he’s guilty. But he’s not stable.” He leaned back, sighing. You loved when he told you about all of this. You truly loved psychology, but that wasn’t a field women were accepted into. So you sat and listened to everything he said, downing your drink quite a bit quicker than you intended to. “Would you like another one, dear?” He flashed you a playful smirk, leaning in so your faces were close together. “I’d love to have you spend the night.” His voice sent a chill down your spine, and you nodded. He was so difficult to say no to. He was just so captivating.

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I love a MANLY man. Just around the house, fixing stuff. 🔥 Drill me next.

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Is anyone still interested in Oliver Thredson?????

ANYONE???

IS ANYONE OUT THERE 😭😭😭😭

There have been basically no posts about him in YEARS.

#american horror story #ahs #asylum #james patrick march #evan peters #kit walker #doctor thredson #doctor thredson fanfic #oliver thredson #oliver thredson fanfic #zachary quinto

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On the Run - Chapter 1

Story Summary: Being the daughter of wealthy socialite Philip Blake, the man running for governor, has its advantages but when someone tries killing Y/N in order to get to her father, Y/N finds herself on the run and entangled in a web of mystery and romance with her professor Joel Miller and her bodyguard Negan Smith.

Characters: Joel Miller (The Last of Us), Negan (The Walking Dead), the reader (OC, third person), etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47007172/chapters/118420453

Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut, abuse of power between a professor and a student, etc. 

Notes: I’m doing another crossover with Joel Miller and Negan Smith. This is very alternate universe and will feature characters from both The Last of Us and The Walking Dead. I already have a lot of the story written so I will try to update it as frequently as possible.

As always Y/N =’s your name or whatever name you want to use for this story. Thanks for checking it out.

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DAVID MORISSEY as Philip 'The Governor' Blake in The Walking Dead 4.07

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Eating this for breakfast at noon