i don’t like this, chrissy

my back arched like a cat, my position couldn't stop you were hitting it / steve harrington

Two large hands spread across the stretch of your ass, thumbs pulling apart the soft skin of your inner thighs with your face planted into the sheets and back arched real pretty for him while a tongue laps messily at your clit, that’s how Steve likes to eat your pussy.

He loves when you get his face all wet like this. There’s so much spit that it drips down onto the bed in clear, thin strings, so much so that he can’t tell if it’s from his mouth or your pussy. And every once in a while he gathers your wetness and his saliva into his mouth only to spit it back onto your clit, intentionally switching between sucking it and tongue-fucking your hole.

“Fuck, Steve, just like that,”

He sucks on it teasingly and flicks it between his teeth, just to get a rise out of you; grinding his hard-on into the mattress with each deep moan that rumbles your chest and gripping your ass so tightly that it leaves deep-colored crescent marks on the flesh, groaning at the sweet taste of your arousal on his buds with his pointed nose buried between the slick, puffy folds of your cunt as he deeply inhales the headiness of your scent. Hips moving back on their own accord to near themselves closer to the source of your pleasure, damn near smothering him in the process. He loved getting you like this.

“Steve!”

“Shut up,” his lips pop from your bud with a wet slick sound, already missing the sensation his tongue provides, writhing against the sheets and hole fluttering as he rises to his full height behind you. “C’mere.” Using those same hands to roughly pull you to the edge of the bed by the hips so your legs dangle at the border, towering over your fully naked form as he takes his aching cock that he neglected in favor of satisfying you first with his left hand. The free one leaves a chilling sensation down your spine as he spreads the fat of your puffy lips, alternating between swirling and just barely dipping his thumb past your entrance. Replacing it with the hard bulge of his length at your opening and eyes flickering up to your trembling figure when you abruptly hiss, slowly gliding it through your slit and getting it wet enough to tease you as if he’s about to put it in, pulling back each time you try to press him in yourself.

“Calm down,” he warns you once, going back to examining your cunt before he brings his palm down on your ass harshly in a slap that makes you cry out. “I said calm down.”

He adored how beautiful you looked in this position: tits pressed firm against your chest while you tried your best to back up against his dick into that cute fucking arch of yours and arms reaching out in front of you as hard as you could in an almost cat-like pose. And your ass, he doesn’t think couldn’t even begin to phrase how round and perky it was when he had you on all fours. 

But if he was being real, he really just liked the way your pussy looked. Two pretty, drooly lips that squished around the swollen bud that peeked in the center and a tiny little hole he could barely fit his dick in, and how beat up and bruised it looked after he was finished with you, all puffy and red from fucking you so rough. It was perfect.

Your patience level starts to run low in result of his dazed admiration mistaken for constant vexatious teasing— prim brows pinched at the middle and words flying out snappy and demanding as your arch presses deeper. “Hurry up, you’re taking too long,”

Steve doesn’t like that one bit. Hand sliding from the opening of your cunt all the way up to your freshly styled tresses that you had just gotten done by your stylist a few days back, knotting itself through your strands and yanking you up in one swift movement. You’d moan out a complaint about him messing up your hair if you weren’t so eager for him to shove his dick inside you.

“The fuck do you think you’re rushing? You know I can leave you here, right?”

His words turn hard and rigid at your insolence and you know he’s not playing with you at all, but you don’t seem to care about anything in that pretty little head of yours except for one thing. Lip slightly tugging between your teeth, angelic eyes pleading up at him over your shoulder with hearts dancing in your pupils and hips jutting out as you shamelessly beg. “Gimme, I want it,” tone whiny but alluring all the same, and it makes his dick hard.

“Not gonna give you shit if you keep runnin’ that mouth.” he heeds you no warning before his fat tip is stretching out the opening of your pussy and slamming into you at full force, releasing your hair and letting you plant face-first into the sheets as he begins to pound you into the mattress.

“Don’t know when to shut the fuck up,” five fingers hook behind your nape while the rest grip roughly at the side of your hip, eyes fluttering and chest palpitating from choked cries while you fail miserably to control your breathing.

“S-Shit,”

His fingers move from your nape to wrap around your throat and you lose your mind when you feel him plunge deeper, feeling the head of him just a couple centimeters shy from your cervix just as he promptly tilts your neck upward, forcing you onto your hands with a whine.

The fibers of your muscles feel sore and your legs turn to jelly, practically vibrating whenever Steve urges you back into him. The walls of your cunt clamping down on his length as you finally reach the soft hairs at his base, and a soft fuck comes to life from his lips watching you grip the sheets for dear life with weak moans and pleads leaving your pretty mouth. You’ve always been a lazy lover, laying on your back and doing the bare minimum by letting your boyfriend take care of all the hard work, never having to worry about anything but being his good slut and taking his dick.

Unfortunately for you, Steve has a low tolerance for brats and back talk. You know this, why do you always have to go and test him? Making him pull out of you knowing goddamn well he doesn’t want to, letting a wet pop consume the air around you as your hole returns to its shape without the fullness of his cock, watching your head whip around your shoulder once more in frustration and pushing your ass out with need.

“Give it back, fuck me,” you whine. The display of you backing your pussy up on him paired with your words looks and sounds so desperate, and it almost gets him to give in— almost.

“Uh uh, work for that shit.”

A pout befalls your lips, hoping that he’ll take pity on you and give you what you want, “You’re fucking stingy,” you can barely finish your sentence before he’s sliding into you again, brows furrowing and feeling each throb of his thick cock inside your walls.

“And you’re lazy, better move your ass or I guess you’re not gonna cum, princess.” Three whiny sobs get caught up in your chest as you finally decide to move, gradually picking up the pace bit by bit until you’re slamming back into him hard. So hard that you almost make Steve stutter back a couple of steps despite his stature and build, so hard that you feel each sweet kiss that his cock delivers to your cervix when you go all the down on him like he instructs you to. 

“Faster, baby,” your eyes disappear into your skull and you mindlessly allow the drool you were so desperately trying to hold back to drip down your chin and the corners of your mouth, tits bouncing while you focus on fucking yourself on your boyfriend’s cock. You feel lust-dazed, and you’re almost positive you probably look crazy right now but you don’t care, you just need to cum. Steve doesn’t care either, too mesmerized with the way you coat every vein on his length with cream and slick, lips halfway parted and groaning out curses with a steady hand sitting at the bottom of your waist to keep himself level-headed, trying to convince himself you’re not fucking him as stupid as you’re fucking yourself as he watches your ass bounce and ripple each time you meet him. “Steve, you’re so - fuck,” senseless babbles spill out of you and it eggs him on even more than before, subconsciously narrowing his thick brows in concentration as his other hand finds your waist so he can fuck you harder, faster, rougher.

It’s too much, all of him is too much to handle all at once; Steve’s going too fast and he’s in too deep, and your cunt rejects him. It fucking rejects him.

Your walls tighten at the same time you attempt to pull back, run from his dick. But how wet you are doesn’t seem to aid you in efforts, only allowing him to sink into you further.

“Stop tryin’ to push me out, open.” The words barely manage to make it past his sharp gritted teeth, voice commanding and you somehow clench around his shaft impossibly tighter.

You shake your head. “Can’t, fuck, I can’t—”

“Why not?”

It’s a genuine question though you both know the answer, still, he wants to hear you say it.

Your mind pictures the spot where your mons meets the soft plush at the bottom of your abdomen and the huge rounded bump that’s formed, that’s where Steve is.

“You’re in my tummy, Steve.”

Do you really think he gives a fuck? Surely not.

It was safe to say you loved getting fucked by your boyfriend like this, it was maybe even your favorite position for him to put you in. Given there were many times you’d act all bratty like you can’t take it, claiming that he’s ‘fucking you too good’ and that you ‘can’t take it,’ or whatever other kind of shit flies out of your mouth when your drunk on his cock but you always wanted it in the end. Because when Steve fucks you from the back he fucks you hard. And not only does he fuck you hard, he fucks you dumb. He leaves you sore for days sometimes, even making you walk and talk funny when he gives it to you really rough, and it never fails to have you coming back for more.

“Open,” his callous tone drips with warning and he slightly presses forward, not caring about the adorable pleading look you give him before he’s giving you a sweet thrust past the resistance of your cunt that makes you yelp, “Open.”

You pout and sniffle before you finally let him in again, relaxing your walls, his pace increases and his hips never falter and you allow him to bully his fat cock into your cunt, meeting his thrusts halfway and trying to fuck him back just as hard.

The sounds he makes from pounding into your little cunt are almost as loud as you, both of them suffocating the air with nasty schlicks and squelches as you gush around him, wetting his balls and entire lower abdomen in your juices.

“Mm, so deep baby,” a fucked out, dopey smile possesses your pretty features that Steve returns, his cock pulsing at the way it twists into a lust-drunk one and how you tighten when his thumb presses into your other hole all the way down to the first knuckle. He coos to you, totally in love with the way your cunt swallows him whole, “Yeah, you like that shit don’t you?"

You look like a whore. And he has half a mind to break out the old camcorder and film the entire thing, make you a real star. Mouth covered in spit, eyes brimming with salty tears and cheeks flushed and puffy from the ones that already managed to slide down them, nodding your head mindlessly with the guidance of his firm grasp on your chin like a braindead slut. “Yeah, I do Steve... - f-uck!,” the tips of your nails bite into the thin clean linen, knuckles losing color from how hard your fists clench, high coiling deep in the bottom of your stomach.

You feel yourself being pulled up as you near closer, a gasp sucking air into your lungs as your back sits flush with Steves’s hard chest, giving him free rein to pry your drool coated lips open with his thumb and forefinger. “Get that fuckin’ tongue out, show me,” his grey eyes bore down into yours with hunger when you obey him, lolling the pink flesh out with an “Ah,” that vibrates the base of your throat through hazy lids already knowing what to expect next, greedily accepting the thin line of spit that falls onto your tongue. 

He hits your sweet spot with each brutal stab of his dick into your poor little pussy like a mad man, leaving you a sobbing, incoherent mess below him. He hovers over you, the tendons in his biceps bulge tautly and the muscles that house the immense cross tattoo on his back flex, making your eyes roll past your lids every time his heavy balls slap your clit and crying out for him to fuck you harder— as if that’s impossible.

Breathing labored and picking up by the second as your tight cunt sucks him in and brings him closer and closer to his own orgasm. You barely make out a squeak. “…Steve...” The flesh of your ass stings and you cry, really cry when his palm connects with the skin in a harsh slap.

“What darling? You gonna cum? .” he bites through his teeth, driving himself into you with all the strength he has.

“S-Steve!” 

Better.

Everything around you goes black. You cum with a loud cry and your body wracks with multiple sobs, spasming around him and wetting the inner flesh of your thighs along with his pelvis as you squirt, head bleary and slurring your words, hand quickly reaching down to rub fervent and messy circles into your throbbing clit. “Cumming, cumming, cu— cuh- ming!”

Steve doesn’t stop. Even after you cum, still stretching out the plush lips of your cunt with his fat cock whenever he consciously decides to jam himself into you, deaf to the incessant moans floating through his ears as he continues to make you squirt on him in buckets.

Holy fucking shit.

He only stops his merciless thrusts when it’s time for him to cum, the slaps of skin connecting with skin dying when he pulls out to throw his head back and angrily fist his cock, grunting and groaning over your limp form as thick white spurts of his hot cum paint your ass. He intentionally aims some of it at your pussy, hissing while sliding the warm liquid between your puffy folds with the aching head, collecting a huge glob of it and burying inside your abused hole with a whine. 

The room spins around you and he lets you come down, feeling the warmth of his lips trail in sweet kisses up your spine that glistens with a thin layer of sweat all the way to the crook of your neck and that’s when you feel it. How your bones and back aches, keening into the fabric underneath you when you finally snap back to reality.

“Nnngh, I think you broke my fucking back,” you complain and hear the steps of your boyfriend descending into the bathroom, presumably to get a towel as he leaves you in the exact same position he just fucked you in. Hole fluttering, nerves twitching and breathing still erratic. “You’re just a crybaby,” he returns with the wet rag in hand, shivering a bit when you notice he used cold instead of warm water again to wipe his cum off of you.

A hum vibrates your chest, “Baby run me a bath please,”

you feel a lazy grin tug at the corners of your mouth when you hear the loud splashes of the bathtub filling up. Simp. He retrieves you after a few minutes, picking you up and carrying your tired body into the adjoined room bridal style before he settles you both into the tub.

Not even five minutes have passed by and you’re already up to your shenanigans again. Giggling at his lame jokes, letting him playfully squeeze your tits under the sweet-scented essential oil and bubble infused bathwater and grinding your ass into his lap.

“Baby…” you trail off, innocently running your fingers along the skin of his knee.

“Hm?”

“…Can we fuck again?”

His brows draw together in slight skepticism, “Again? We just fucked, greedy ass.”

“I wanna fuck again though, and don’t call me greedy.” You splash a bit of the water at him, pulling a tiny chortle from him at your faux annoyance.

He’s in love with you.

I REALLY HOPE U GUYS LIKE THIS!! IDK IF THIS SUITED HIM BUT IN MY MIND IT DID SJJFJF

so like i was saying, eddie loves cream pie.. yeah. he likes watching it seep and leak out of you, he likes licking it out of you, he’s so filthy his stick his tongue out and show you. he loves fucking his cum back into you so none of it comes out, he loves fucking you with his fingers right after, and sticking his fingers n your mouth so you can taste it. or right after licking it out of you he’ll kiss you so you can taste it. or maybe he holds the pad of his finger to your whole, “don’t want none of me slipping out, right?” yeah… so anyways

tbfh i love when people will headcanon characters as being of their culture and then draw little comics of them participating in traditions that the artist is clearly intimately familiar with. like YESSS share your personal cultural experiences with me through the blorbos!!! i love to see it!!!!!!!

i don’t lose hyperfixations they just go dormant until I hear something about it like a sleeper agent

Hearing the trigger word and just

18+

steve and robin taking turns fucking you as they banter over movies and the latest development of the upside down (knowing you’re too high on euphoria to be paying any attention). steve with his slender, pretty cock, fucking you gently and caressing your body. he squeezes your neck lightly to get you to gaze up at him as you cum together. robin with her fat, thick strap on, fucking you relentlessly like it’s for the first time, every time. she kisses you harshly like she’s never kissed anyone before while you moan into her mouth, riding out your high.

lessons learned {steve harrington x f!reader & robin buckley x f!reader}

Summary: Oblivious Steve, for some weird reason, refuses to believe you're not a virgin, so you play along. This is 3 times he's almost caught you in the lie and 1 time he did. 5.5k words

A/N: I gotta warn y'all, this is pure fucking filth. This is nothing other than an excuse to write the some of the most self serving, filthy fanfic out there. There is also very brief Hopper x Reader in this. Also, I am not changing Robin's sexuality! Steve and Robin do not interact sexually in this (you're in between them ;) ).

Warnings: Brief mention of smoking weed and drinking, masturbation, oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex... use your imagination :)

Well that answers that

rotting in my bed but sheets are pink<3

rotting in my bed but sheets are pink<3

stranger things behind the scenes

6 Tips on Writing An Actually Inclusive Reader Insert:

1. Do a ctrl + f search of the colors red and pink. If these colors are being used to describe the reader in any way, delete it.

2. Instead of "blushing", use "goosebumps", "shivers", "avoiding eye contact", etc. It still conveys the same thing, and you can get more creative than just using "blushing" 10,000 times.

3. Don't mention being pale or becoming pale (like, seriously, this is just a given). If you want to talk about the reader looking sick or dying, use "ghastly" or "sunken eyes", etc. Again, this is a great opportunity to be more creative in your language as well as inclusive

4. For body-inclusivity, don't talk about the reader sharing clothes with someone. I personally would not fit into anything that Nancy Wheeler owns, so yeah, let's just not do this

5. Don't mention hair. A lot of us can't just wash our hair and move on with our day. Don't get me started on "running their fingers across their hair". Just refrain from descriptions of styling, washing, and touching the reader's hair.

6. Don't put pictures of pretty, white girls for "aesthetics". It honestly just deters readers, and it's just not inclusive in the slightest

That's it, that's basically all you need to do to be inclusive. I'll admit, as a lighter skin POC writer, some of these did slip my mind when I used to write, but what's important is actually listening to readers and encouraging inclusivity in your writing.

If anyone has any other suggestions, feel free to put your own.

Was bro just born with thoose cheek bones

Like damn, ok

camila takes them to a therapist that is familiar with multi dimensional travel

Jason Todd runs Gotham's most active Red Hood Thirst™ account because 1. No one appreciates him enough and 2. Nothing secures your identity as Definitely Not The Guy like publicly tweeting that Red Hood could "crush my skull with his thighs and I wouldn't even care, I'd thank him probably it'd be a privilege to be between them in any capacity" but also 3. He knows NO ONE in the family has the guts to challenge him on this or try it themselves

Tim hates it more than anyone especially because the last thing he wants is to attempt to trawl the depths of Red Robin Internet Thirst ("how the fuck do you read that shit, Todd") and has retaliated by hacking the account to make a "RED HOOD IS OUT, GREEN LANTERN 4 SEXIEST HERO ACTUALLY" post on Jason's account. It stays up for all of 20 minutes, which is the time it takes for Jason to find Tim, and for Dick to stop Jason from strangling him for "ruining my hard fucking work by dragging fucking HAL JORDAN into this you son of a-"