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Title: Cabin In The Woods

Summary: You and six of your other friends go out for a camping trip. When you arrive though, you find out the dark history. In the sixties seven teens were murdered, one decade later seven more died in the exact same spot. Now it’s the eighties. Will the tradition be carried on? And is one of your friends the person behind it?

Pairing: serial killer! Cody/Jonathan x Reader

Warning(s): Smut, Oral (female receiving), Fingering, Handjob, Orgasm (female), Descriptive Details of Murder, Betrayal, and Lying. Typical tropes for slasher movies (dumb cheerleader and jock, the “I’ll be right back” character gets killed right after they say it, a cabin in the woods)

Word Count: 2,263

Parts: 1, 2

Notes: @ccodyfern got me hooked on the idea of Jonathan being a serial killer. I sent in some ask and after planning out about nine of them I decided, fuck it, I’ll just write a story.  Also inspired by the 1980s Slasher theme for AHS season nine. Which at first I wasn’t like psyched about but I am now. 

Dating Tate Langdon Would Include

You met him when you first moved into the house

He showed up in your room introducing himself as your neighbor

You didn’t think much of it as he quickly began sorting through your music collection

“Do you got any Kurt Cobain?”

“Yeah, its…. right here!”

“That’s so cool. I never find anybody else who listens to him,”

“The older stuff is the best, isn’t it?”

“Tell me about it.”

He just sorta came around after that

Whenever you came home from school he’d be waiting for smoking outside your door

If you question him about it he just pushes it off or uses the excuse he’s homeschooled

He’ll show up at your bedroom door and come in and talk to you

Or just listen to music

He tries to help you with your homework but he’s only good at Art

Which he frequently shows his drawings to you

Their mostly gothic portraits that usually predict the person smoking

It carries the 90s grunge style he loves

Sometimes, he tries to teach you to draw

Which is just his excuse to put his hand on yours

Tate has been alone for a while (before and after Violet)

So he falls for you pretty easily

It’s the little things about you that get him in the beginning

Your lovely taste in music

The fact your both calming and quiet while still being spontaneous

How he can bitch around with you and you don’t get offended, just bitch right back at him

Then when you two got closer he just fell in love

You weren’t scared to pry

Asking him things about his past and his family

“How come your homeschool? I mean, Westfield isn’t that bad,” 

“It was just some stupid shit-”

“Don’t bullshit me, Tate, tell me the truth.”

You were slightly pushy but he kind of liked it

Plus he loved how you were unconsciously affectionate

When he’d show up at your house you’d always greet him with a hug, then shy away

When his dirty blonde curls would fall into his face you’d brush your fingers against the curls and fix them out of his face

Your eyes drifting down to his lips

Or the times you’d fallen asleep while listening to music and pulled him closer

While still denying the fact you were just as needy as he was

Finally, after he brazenly flirted with you, he made a move

You were both in the front of your yard

Sitting on the rail of the porch while passing around a blunt

You looked at him as he exhaled through his nose, a goofy smile on your face

You were always more emotional when you were high

“What?” he asked mimicking your smile.

“Nothing,” you said “Your just pretty,” you laughed. 

He laughed to wrapping his arm around you “Come here,” he said pulling you close

You scooted and pressed against his side looking up at him with red eyes

Then he pressed his lips against yours

The next day, you remembered what had happened

You tried to ignore Tate

But with him (secretly living in your house) almost always there to the point, your parents gave him a key

He found you quicker than you expected

He had you pressed against the closest 

“Look… you don’t have to pretend that you like me. I’ll understand if you don’t,” You said looking down.

Tate just stared at you confused for a second before he shook his head and laughed

“Kitten, I kissed you first. I want you… do I need to prove that?”

You looked up with a quiet gasp as he swooped to brush his lips against yours

“Please, will you be my girlfriend?”

“God, yes…”

Tate is a surprisingly affectionate boyfriend, he tones down after a few months, though

Whenever Tate is around (which is always) his arm is always around you

He’s always touching you

Holding hands, having his arm around you, keeping his hand on your thigh, on your back - just anywhere, really

He loves distracting you

If you’re trying to study, he puts his hand on your thigh and just rubs slowly

He’ll move closer to you and kiss up to your neck

He sucks at that spot that just makes you melt and bite at your lip

“Tate, I really have to get this – mhmm  – done.”

He’ll just shush you brushing hair out of your face 

“That can wait ‘til later,” he says pulling you closer to him

He still is a sarcastic fuck, though

“Tate, I get that you don’t like her. You can dislike her… not everyone has good taste.”

“Kind of like her music, right?”

*going off on a tangent about something the school should do, in a serious manner* 

“Babe, you shouldn’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.”

*rolls eyes*

“Stop throwing pillows at me! When someone is being dumb, it is my obligation to enlighten them with a sarcastic comment!”

He can be really serious when you need him to

If your upset at anything, he just wants you to feel better

So he’ll come over and he’ll hold you

Stroking your hear while he tries to get you to talk to him

“Kitten… everything is going to be fine. Do you wanna talk about? If you wanna talk about, I’ll listen,” he prods. 

If you struggle with depression or (most) other mental illness, he understands completely

It’s one of the few things he took from his past life

He’s just very understanding

If you find out about his dark part he tries his best to prove he’s different

He tries to tell you about how he didn’t remember he did that

He’s clearly upset as he does but you just don’t know if it’s true

So you avoid him for a little

He gives you your own space but after a week or two he starts leaving little notes

“I miss you”

“I’m sorry”

“I never meant to”

You try your best to ignore them and think of what you’ll do

You come to the conclusion that since Tate hasn’t hurt anyone you love he might be better

So you walk into your room seeing Tate walk that way and see a new note on your bed

“I love you”

You rush around the house and finally decide he must be in the basement

“Tate?” you call out “I wanna talk…”

“Are you mad at me?” He asks quickly.

You look over at him with sad eyes “No,” you tell him “I… I miss you… and I figured since you never hurt me or anyone I love. You might be better.”

He’d give you this hopeful smile and practically run other to you

He just wraps you in his arms burying his head in your shoulder 

“I love you so much,” he cries

“I love you too, Tate”

Pairing(s) | Michael Langdon x Fem!Reader

Warning(s) | Smut | Dubcon | Virgin!Reader | Fingering | Choking? (Not even that, like possessive holding of throat) | Corruption of innocence | Dom!Michael | Sub!Reader | Dirty talk

Chapter(s) | 1/3

Summary | Michael teaches you the pleasures of the flesh.

Tagging | @crowleys-poppet-queen-of-assgard @ghostwithangeleyes @lopsidedmoon54 @michael-langdon-owns-my-soul @stcrrynightsinneverlcnd @violet-skiesx @zamoimagines

“My name is Langdon, and I represent the Cooperative … Humanity is on the brink of failure. My arrival here was crucial to the survival of civilized life on Earth … I have been sent to determine if any of you are worthy and fit to join us.”

You had yet to make eye contact with him since he had spoken to everyone as a group. There was an air about his presence which demanded from you the submission and obedience expected from a Grey. He was intimidating - and he had yet to say more than two words to you.

The silence was suffocating. Whether it had been one minute to have passed or ten since you had been escorted for your interview, it had felt to you like an eternity. He hadn’t spoken since dismissing Ms. Venable and instructing you to take your seat in the chair in front of the desk. He just sat behind it, leaning back casually, fingers steepled and expression unreadable.

warnings; mentions of sadness. crying. pain

note; i wrote this as a coping mechanism. and i made this somewhat personal to me. hope you enjoy

he’d find you in your room, sprawled all over your mattress and staring at the ceiling

he appears outside of your room, and you sense his head peeking through your door frame

tate, please. im not in the mood right now.

you’d turn away from him without looking at him directly

he’d look at the floor

his hands come together

he can’t help but walk into what was once his room, sitting on the edge of the bed

you’d feel his fingertips linger on your thigh, rubbing back and forth gently

are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?

you’d stay put, turned away from him

he figures its best to not say anything

but, he does take notice of the free space next to you

lays next to you, and wraps his arms around you

this contact makes you cry

you’ve been hurting for so long, this is what you’ve needed

he’s absolutely bewildered

he thinks he’s done something wrong

please dont cry. please talk to me.

he’d beg you

when he feels your hand go into his, his grip tightens

he feels you shaking from your sobs

(y/n), please dont cry. youre too beautiful. he’d say so softly

you turn to face him, he holds you close to him

there’s no need to cry. im here, baby. im here.

you cry into his arms

you can feel the pain slowly starting to go away

he stays silent, gently petting your hair while his chin rests atop your head

tears seem to be welling up in his eyes, but he knows he has to be strong for you

music is your therapy, so at one point you abruptly get out of bed and connect your phone to your speaker

tate sits up, immediately calling out your name

you don’t say anything

you put on vertigo from khalid’s suncity

personally, this song hits close. i love it. 

i listen to music when i feel sad. so we’re going to listen to a song that means a lot to me. you tell him, tears still falling

he nods his head

his gaze follows you as you climb back into bed, and into his arms

he kisses your temple and cheek

the song ignites something in him

he feels your pain

he looks down to see your head laying on his chest

also sees your eyes closed, sniffling and listening to the song with everything in you

he takes your hand in his and kisses your fingers

during one part of the song he can feel your grip tightening on his hand

its the high note

he looks down and sees your eyebrows furrowing, eyes closed as you fight back your tears

its okay. its okay (y/n).

motion comes on

he hears you singing along quietly, and feels you tug on his shirt

he holds you closer, kissing your head

your music taste is fucking beautiful, (y/n).

he can feel you aching

he understands the depth of your emotions, and thinks its so beautiful

you are so full of love, so caring, and so considerate of others. you understand life and its fuckery in a way not many people can. where the fuck have you been all his life. 

la vie en rose comes on

he feels you open your eyes and wiping your cheeks, collecting yourself

you two sit there, in the arms of one another, listening to the lyrics and taking everything in

it was a beautiful moment. something you cant describe. 

you sit up

im sorry for the stupid music. ill go turn it off-

no! dont. he’d say, sitting up

never say that about your music. its nice. i like it. he’d grin, cupping your cheek

you’d sniffle and wipe your face, giving him a tired grin

he presses a kiss onto your forehead, and then your nose

kissing your lips

warnings; sex, cursing, mentions of his past and hints of his future, some wording is a bit questionable but it is all in an effort to stay true to tates character and how i believe hes like irl

note; i made this quite personal. and yea lol i guess after reading this you can tell that im a big nirvana fan. its also really long. enjoy lovers

quiet kid

didnt really talk to anyone

he was sort of ignored

and you were too

you had friends, but it was nothing major

you two had history and bio together

you’d notice that he was always last to be picked as a lab partner, project partner etc

even if your teacher assigned him somewhere he’d just work on his own

you never understood why he would always be running into school

little did you know he was rushing in after dropping off addie at the bus stop

always seeing him in the library 

reading numerous novels, but noticing he had a particular interest in books about birds 

when you’d be reading he’d always look at you through the cracks of the book shelves 

he’d noticed you too 

but did he say anything? no 

days went on where you noticed each other’s presence but no words were exchanged 

you tried talking to him once during history 

warnings: cursing, cheating, heartbreak, angst and all that shit

pairing: steve harrington x reader

note: i might make a part two of this if you guys like it so i hope you do! i suck

Well here it is: Werewolf!Steve! This piece is my favourite piece I’ve written and I’m very nervous to share it. This may not be for anyone else, but I do hope it warms some of you. I meant to write a sexy little blurb, but this immediately transformed into an incredibly soft, angsty romance. (Fret not, monster fuckers, there is a smut scene buried among the trees). Please let me know if you like it because this is a little slice of my heart. Thank you! Enjoy!

The title comes from a line in the Meg & Dia song Only For Love and you should check it out after you read the piece if you feel so inclined! It’s lovely and romantic.

Paring: Werewolf!Steve Harrington x Reader Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY - including tags, if you’re under 18, keep scrolling) Warnings:  Rough smut (consensual), language, lycanthropy, angst, blood

Love Will Slide Your Backbone Into Place

The full moon hung in the sky, barely visible through the trees, and you could feel Steve’s breath thick and hot against your skin as he came up behind you and dragged his nose up the back of your neck causing you to erupt in shivers. His hands curled into your arms and he pulled you flush against him. “You smell good enough to eat,” he said, the timbre in his voice carrying a hint of danger, as he began to nibble at your throat. His tongue took the place of his teeth and he slowly licked his way along your thudding pulse until he reached your cheek. He pressed his face to yours and rubbed his scruffy five o’ clock shadow against your soft skin. “And I’m going to devour you.”

every single person who reblogs this

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there are over 128,000 notes and i still got one

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TUMBLR IS RE-ACTIVATING SAFE MODE!

This is essentially a shadow-ban on the entire NSFW blogging community.

If you run a NSFW blog, you will soon notice that your audience has dropped substantially.  You cannot prevent this from happening, but if you prepare your followers for the forced “safe-mode” change, you can reduce the impact.  

REBLOG - SHARE - WARN YOUR FOLLOWERS

Recently, Tumblr was removed from the Apple app store due to an incident involving child pornography. This incident is incredibly unfortunate, but it doesn’t stand alone. Tumblr was also removed from the app store due to the large influx of porn bots and pornographic spam, users claiming to be proud to be pedophiles, blatant Nazism, racists who are not deleted for sending hate and harassing users, and more. I myself reported someone for harassing me, but because I had blocked the person and couldn’t access the messages where they harassed me, they were still able to send me anonymous asks. Your support staff, with back doors to the website (presumably), claimed they could not access the messages, and I was left SOL. Many features on this website do nothing to actually protect your users from harassment, racism, homophobia, transphobia, Nazis, pedophiles, predators, porn bots, and more. 

You claim in your statement to us that you “have been working on these problems for a long time”. This is blatantly untrue. Please do not lie to us and patronize us. We’ve been here. We’ve seen you do nothing over, and over, and over again. 

We complained to you for months and months about the rampant porn bots, and you did nothing except add a report button on mobile which only reported sensitive content or spam at best. You could have addressed this problem with an effective algorithm, but you did not. We complained to you about being harassed and sent hate speech for being LGBT+, and you did nothing. We complained to you about blogs being randomly deleted, and sometimes you’ve restored them, other times you have not. We complained to you that there were people proudly claiming to be “Minor Attracted Persons”, or pedophiles, and you did nothing. We complained to you about people proudly claiming to be white supremacists, and you did nothing. All of these things are “against the community guidelines”, and yet over and over, you have not found effective ways to handle these problems or suppress the feeling of welcome that these users claim to get here. You have had a long time to work on these problems, but you haven’t addressed them. To say you have is untrue. 

 Multiple other social networking websites, such as Wordpress, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, and others have effectively dealt with rampant pornography, racism, pedophilia, and other problems without causing massive issues for their users who are not misusing the platform. They are continuing to find new, effective ways to deal with these issues without causing problems for their userbase as a whole.  There is no reason that you are unable to do this effectively other than that you wanted to do it quickly. You have once again chosen your stock holders over your users. And we have had enough. 

You have already started to ban “Adult” content with a new algorithm. Here are screenshots of just a fraction of the posts you have flagged as containing adult content:

Your new system of simply tackling everything at once is not working. At all. And each of these screenshots is proof of your utter incompetence. None of these posts contain pornographic acts, “female nipples”, or any community violation of any kind. 

We, the users, have been asking you for months to deal with these problems - particularly, the porn bots and bots that spam. In order to block a bot from a side blog, I have to do it manually, even though they are in my side blog’s feed. This is a huge issue for mobile - only users. They keep cropping up in droves, taking over our posts and tricking google into making it look like a legitimate blog linked to a pornographic website. We have complained to you for months and months now, and your solution to simply “ban all adult content” is ineffective. I agree that children should not be able to access pornography - but this is not how you tackle a porn bot problem. Your system is utterly useless, allows for racists, pedophiles, porn bots, and Nazis to remain untouched. It also harms sex workers and real people who may use this website for some forms of adult content responsibly. Moreover, as seen above, it harms plenty of users who have in no way violated your terms of service.

 If you keep this up, you threaten your website and company as a whole. Many of us are backing up our blogs and planning places to go to. 

You already have a content filter for “sensitive” content (content inappropriate for younger viewers). You could have improved this, instead of attacking your entire user base. It seems to be a very lazy “solution”, if you could call it one at all, and one that harms your entire userbase.

If you are going to keep this filter in place and make Tumblr, a website that has never been known for being family friendly and has never claimed to be, you are going to lose millions of your users. We are already planning our exodus. It isn’t hard to follow. Censor us, and we will go somewhere else. That is not a threat. It is a promise. 

Sincerely, 

The users of your website. 

I tried to tag tumblrcustomerservice, because- lets be honest- staff gets so much shit right now and I think at this point they just ignore it and I thought why not attack them on two fronts.

Well, I only get to “tumblrc-” and my whole app crashes.

Are you purposly hindering me from contacting you?

And yeah the whole thing crashed

Also this blog looked to people like it had been deleted for like the first night when this first started getting attention

Sign it! Are you pissed off? Then sign it!

I have tried multiple times to interact with fans or other people on Tumblr.

 However, all times I have been either ignored. I don’t consider my blog large but I’d like to think I have more than two followers who care about the work I put out and who care about me. But apparently, I don’t. The only people who I see constant likes and comments from (excluding the few friends I have) @sebastianshoe and @queenie-38 I’m at the point where it seems useless. I’m not in the place where I can just sit down and feel fine with being expected to release work after work and try to put out content that you all would like. I need to feel like I have a purpose - I need to feel like me staying up until four a.m. to put together this long work despite the fact I have 123 other things to do that need to be released because I dedicated “You should do a writing marathon because you hit nine hundred despite the fact you might get one person saying ‘good’.”

Call me ungrateful if you want. I’m tired of being ignored. This year has just been that: ignoring me. I’ve been working my ass off to get into my dream college, my boyfriend of four years decided another girl would be better and broke up with me over text, my entire family has decided to accommodate my brother friend but ignore any feelings I have, and my friends left a long time ago. All I had was this blog and now that’s gone. Or at least it will be.

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