#moots <3

[daydreamz333]

[ziggysbolterxx]

starting my first tag game !! list your top three songs from your six favourite artists <3

mine:

david bowie - word on a wing, kooks, velvet goldmine

taylor swift - peter, ivy, would've, could've, should've

beastie boys - heart attack man, shake your rump, looking down the barrel of a gun

ethel cain - nettles, powerline valley, janie

jeff buckley - dream brother, nightmares by the sea, i woke up in a strange place

leonard cohen - dress rehearsal rag, jazz police, everybody knows

no pressure tags + open tags !! @ilovethings27 @applemelodies @theprettieststar47 @jupester-dot-net @smelliza @robbierobertsonnation @haveaniceday21 @charlottetheharlottt @sacerlicious @himandhymn @fawncann1bal @laconicrocksread @theinterpretingbookworm @girl-so-online @ladystrman @cinephilecowboy @hes-the-stallion @catlovinpsychopacient @souperache @on-a-moonbeam @thispoetisdead @shes-starcrazy @lastcadenza @centralperkpoet @apocolypticvamp @rebelangel707 @apple-starkey @torturedshowgirldpt @arakivamp @radiactiveangel @muppets-lover @neilhilistic @makingflippy-floppy @mushroomstarfairy @sew3rsu1cide @omnipotentnothing @gogovgogov @mikeywaterz + all my other moots i'm sorry i don't have time to find you all xx

[h0pe-official]

OKAY CHALLENGE FOR MY MOOTS OR ANYONE!! on pinterest or google search up your name then add core for example my name plus core, "hopecore"

and attatch the first 3 images that pop up!!

heres mine:

@pocoloco4nico @jello-the-frog @will-grahams-adams-apple @artpnutty @that1insomniac @dolls-playhouse

[serendipityepiphany]

i need more jeans

[amysinwonderland]

[tinfoileddd]

Thinkin ‘bout closet encounters Steve fucking me in a headlock and making me watch how well I take him in the mirror 💞 perhaps in the bathroom at a party 💞or maybe at work 💞

mean!steve harrington x mean!reader (18+) part of the closet encounters universe cw: degradation (maybe?), choking, p-in-v sex, unprotected sex

It had started, as many great things do, with you telling Steve to go fuck himself.

Not for any particular reason, really. You were in a bad mood, he was being mouthy, the signal at the station had cut out unexpectedly, and Dustin was unreachable on the walkie for the umpteenth time in the past week.

Steve gave you about ten seconds to feel proud of yourself before his hands descended upon your waist, grip bruising, as he ushered you out of the sound booth and into the nearby bathroom, muttering the entire way as the two of you went.

"Always have to be mouthing off," he says, the door slamming behind the two of you at the same time he bends you over the sink. "Always have a smart comment. Haven't you ever considered being nice? For once?"

"No, not really," you say, feeling rather breathless as he makes quick work of your jeans, pushing them down to your ankles in one fell swoop. "Have you considered not being such an asshole? Really, Steve, it can't be that hard—"

He silences you with a sharp slap to your pussy.

You moan. Loudly.

(After all, the two of you have perfected this song and dance, and Steve's long since figured out what exactly gets you going.)

His fingers find the back of your head, threading through your hair and tugging until you're forced to look at yourself in the mirror — forced to look at him — as he pulls himself from his own jeans, hard and leaking from the tip.

"Fuck, Steve," you say. "Already? That's kind of pathetic, don't you think?"

"Jesus fucking—"

One thick arm snakes around your neck, pulling you back into a headlock as he kicks your ankles as wide as they'll go, pushing inside with one deep thrust.

Your mouth drops open in a silent gasp.

"That shut you up," he grumbles, pulling out slowly before slamming back in.

You reach for his hand blindly — the one wrapped around your neck — as you feel every ridge and vein of his cock dragging in and out of your walls, stretching you wide with zero prep.

(Not the way he usually does, scissoring you apart on thick fingers until he thinks you can take him with minimal pain, considerate in spite of everything else.)

"I'm so nice to you, sweetheart," he says, his nose brushing your cheek. "I'm so nice to you all the time, and this is what I get in response?"

Another deep thrust. Another whimper torn from your throat.

"Don't you want to be good for me, honey?" he asks. "I know you wanna be good so bad, that's why I have to fuck the attitude outta you, yeah? You wanna be good for me? Good for your man?"

Your eyes roll shut, but you manage to force out: "Not my man, Steve."

"Hm." His arm tightens around your throat. "That's what you tell yourself, sweetheart. But you know, deep down, that I'm the only one who can fuck you this well."

He presses you further into the counter, bending you over as he fucks you harder — deeper — and laughs when ravished moans are forced from your throat, his hand sliding down to the apex of your legs to circle your clit.

"Tell me that you're mine, and I'll let you come," he says.

You consider fighting. Really, you do, but his fingers swipe over your clit in a way that has you seeing stars, and his cock keeps drawing noises from you that you had no idea you could even make.

"C'mon, baby," he says. "Be a good girl for once, and I'll make you feel so good."

"Fuck," you whimper. "I'm yours, Steve. I'm yours."

He nips your shoulder through your shirt. "Wasn't so hard now, was it?"

He picks up his pace, drawing you closer and closer to your orgasm, and you find yourself in a headlock once more, with Steve pressing sloppy kisses against the side of your neck, sucking marks into your skin that you'll no doubt have to explain away to Robin during your next shift.

(Not that you really care.)

"See how easy it is being sweet for me, honey?" he mumbles, hips stuttering. "C'mon, honey. Come for me."

And you do. Toe curling, stomach clenching, limbs shaking as your orgasm washes over you.

You barely register when he follows not long after, his warm spend filling up your cunt. Not until he pulls out and it makes a mess of your thighs.

He presses another kiss to your neck, lowering you gingerly down to the counter as he says, "Stay there, honey. Let me find something to clean you up with."

You nod, resting your head on your forearms as he shuffles behind you.

(Maybe you can try being sweet for him sometime, but why would you when he fucks you so nicely for being mean?)

[angelfairy143]

Fuck trump