a never-ending midnight sun

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[jamdoughnutmagician]

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[worst-roommates-ever]

[v3llichor]

[plaguethenation]

laying in the tub and realizing that ppl really don’t talk about aftercare enough. what i’d give to help my partner into the bath after a long night, nice and warm, and sit there with him. grab a cup and slowly put the water over his shoulders, over his back, and over his chest. wash his hair and tilt his head back a little so the soap doesn’t get in his eyes. massaging his back to help him relieve any pain later on. scrub his body to get all that sweat off of him. littering kisses and reminding him how good he did for me and how beautiful he looks when he’s so calm and peaceful. after the bath, dry him off with a towel as best i can and help him into bed. sighhh i pray for day like these

[keer-y]

Self care (for two)

pairing: gator tillman/f!reader wc: 2800 tags: domesticity, idiots in love; MDNI//SMUT oral sex (f receiving), shower/bath sex, showerhead used as a sex toy, [unsafe] vaginal sex, creampie, a/n: thank you @velvetciders :) &&

You don’t even hear him until he’s in the bathroom with you, because the water rushing from the showerhead is consuming every single one of your senses at that precise moment.

“Shoot, that’s a sight fer sore eyes,” Gator says, loud enough that it startles you, and you drop the showerhead with a loud thunk into the tub, your soaking hair falling all over your face as you bend over the bathtub, your ass pointed directly at the door and, now, your boyfriend.

“Knock next time,” you splutter through the freshly dyed strands of hair. You’d gone with a little bit of a darker shade this time, but since it was wet, he wouldn’t be able to tell.

“Door was wide open,” Gator says, and you can hear the grin in his voice. You scoff and turn back to the tub, picking up the still running showerhead. “‘Sides, walked in ‘nd yer ass was right in my face, what’m I s’posed ta do? Pretend like I ain’t hungry?”

“You’re so gross,” you mutter, but lowkey you kind of liked it when he talked like that. So maybe it wasn’t the best way for a man to talk to his girlfriend一it still made you feel some type of way.

“Eh, that ain’t a big deal,” Gator says dismissively, because he knows you and he knows that even as you turn back to finish rinsing your hair, you don’t want him to leave. So he doesn’t.

You’re in an old t-shirt and sweats, old clothing that you don’t care to ruin, which you did一there are drips and drabs of dark hair dye on the back of the shirt. The water was almost running clear when he’d interrupted you, so you flipped your hair back and bent over the tub again, tucking your chin to your chest as you continue to rinse your hair.

Gator doesn’t leave the room一you can feel his presence hovering around behind you, and then you can feel his hands on your hips as he pushes the t-shirt up and around your waist.

You angle the showerhead away for a moment, letting it hit the wall, to speak. “Gator, I’m in the middle of something.”

“I’ll be quick,” he says, and as you look back, arching forward more so you can see behind you through your legs, you notice he’s now on his knees behind you, face-to-ass as he curls his fingers into the waistband of your sweats. “Not too quick,” he mumbles; you just barely hear him over the rushing water.

“Gator…” you sigh, as he pulls your pants down over your hips, exposing your ass一fully, because you’re not wearing underwear. And you can tell he didn’t expect it, because he looses a long, low whistle.

“Shit, mama,” he says, shucking your sweats all the way to the floor so they pool around your ankles, “always thinkin’a me, huh?” 

Without waiting for an answer, he places one hand on your thigh, the other on your ass cheek, and crooks his thumb into your slit, holding you open as he leans in, letting his tongue explore your folds.

“Gator,” you sigh, but it’s much different this time, heavier, headier. You decide the water rinsing your hair is clear enough一it is, ultimately一and gently lower the showerhead this time, bracing yourself against the tile wall with one hand flat on it, the other reaching back to splay out on your other ass cheek, spreading yourself further open for him.

“Mm,” Gator says, humming, licking his lips as he pulls away from you. “See? ‘S like I said一always thinkin’a me. ‘At’s right, babygirl, I know it.”

You gasp quietly as he buries his face into you, licking and sucking at your folds before he pulls away with one final lick.

“Why?” you whine, not really meaning for that to be your question of choice, but he only stands up behind you, leans over you一enough that you can feel the pressure of his dick, not hard yet, but very much there against you一and presses a kiss to your spine just below the pushed-up hem of your shirt.

“‘Cause ya got me wantin’ ta try somethin’.”

“Right now?” you ask, and you can feel your cunt tingling a little after the short bout of attention he gave it.

“Right now,” he repeats, and moves back, away from you. “Strip.”

You push your wet hair back over your head, straightening up and turning to look at him as he undoes his belt and fly, the metal clinking a little as he pushes his pants down, then tugs off his shirt. You watch as he undresses to his underwear, and then makes a face at you.

“What? Ya get water in yer ears or somethin’?” He steps closer, gathering your dripping self into his arms, and lowers his face to yours, taking your lips in a sweet kiss that would get you to do almost anything he asked and then some. You part your lips against his, and the taste of your cunt on his tongue makes you shudder, like you’d forgotten he’d tasted you and the reminder turns you on more than you expected it would. “C’mon, princess, this is all part’a pamperin’ yerself. ‘Cept I get ta have some fun too, right?”

You huff a little, not too miffed, because Gator having fun usually means you having the time of your fucking life, but all you could think about was finishing your hair and then settling in on the couch with a facemask, a bottle of wine, and一oh, he’s tugging your shirt up, up to your armpits, up higher still, and you lift your arms without really thinking, letting him take the shirt off of you even as your hair fell against your bare back with a wet slap.

“You want me to count you bothering me as self care?” you quip, and Gator chuckles, kissing you again, and this time, your arms moved around him, hands smoothing over his back as you let him in.

“Goddamn right,” Gator purrs against your mouth, and any doubts or protestations you’d been considering fall by the wayside. 

And you know what? He’s right! You deserve an orgasm or two in the middle of your little routine.

“Fine,” you say, pretending like you’re just acquiescing, like it’s some great cross to bear that your boyfriend wants to have sex with you.

“That’s my girl,” Gator whispers against your mouth, then hums to himself, looking past you into the bathtub. The showerhead is still going, a little water pooling at the drain, but no residual hair dye is clinging to the sides of the tub. “Get on in,” Gator says, stepping back from you, but not before giving your ass a sharp little slap, making you jump, startled, and laugh.

“You asshole,” you accuse him, and he just shrugs like Yeah, ya caught me.

Pulling your wet back against his front, he places a soft kiss onto the top of your shoulder and eases you toward the tub.

“I’m comin’ in with ya,” he says, “it ain’t only gonna be you givin' me a show. Well, not only.”

You let him help you step over the side of the tub, then look back at him as he shoves down his boxer briefs一pretending not to admire his cock, like you always do, the slight curve and the velveteen skin and the deep slit in the tip that makes you want to suckle it for hours on end一and then he steps in behind you.

“If you just wanted to shower together, why didn’t you just say that?”

“‘Cause that ain’t what we’re doin’,” he says, and this time, this close, your gaze on his face, you notice the way he’s eyeing the length of the showerhead’s hose, the way it stretches all the way to the bottom of the tub. The way you could sit down and still have it in your hand.

It clicks at the same moment Gator smirks at you, pressing you even closer to his front, your skin slipping together as he hugs you from behind, his nose and lips pressing into your cheek as he grins against your face.

“You know I’ve done it before, right?” you ask, coy.

“Yeah? Well never wit’ me, so,” he says. “C’mon, sit yer ass down.”

Moving with him, you let him situate himself first, and then settle between his legs, his cock pressing between your bodies as he has you lean back against him. He snaps his fingers, pointing, and you reach for the showerhead as he indicated it, handing it to him as he rings you with his arms, one already palming at your thick thigh, the other angling the spray of water down between your legs, not letting it wash over you just yet, other than the slight gush of water from it forcibly hitting the bottom of the tub.

“Since yer an expert,” he says, “why don’tcha fix the settin’s how ya like?”

You laugh, and his lips trace over the back of your shoulder, not quite kissing you but just tickling you with his mouth, as you fidget with the dial adjusting the spray of the water until it’s cascading out, a thick stream that you already know and love.

“Noted,” Gator says, and then wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you back against him. You feel his heated skin against yours, made even warmer from the water, but that becomes less of a concern as he angles the showerhead down between your legs, letting the water wash over your mound, his hand lowering from your stomach to your pussy lips.

You sigh preemptively, because you already know what’s coming and still, as he gently eases your folds apart, exposing your clit, just barely peeking out from its hood, he moves the showerhead to a slightly different angle and then you’re tipping your head back against him because god, it just feels so good.

“Gator,” you stammer out, your hands moving unbidden to your tits, cupping them, playing with them, tweaking your nipples as you feel him hook his chin over your shoulder to watch you. His cock twitches against your back and you squirm against him, turning your head a little to face him. Your tongue plays over the underside of his jaw.

“Like this, babygirl?” he asks, and you nod, hips kicking as he moves the showerhead closer, still angled above your mound, the deluge running down between your labia. “Mind if I…?”

“Fuck me?” It’s you finishing the sentence for him but also asking for what you want, and he chuckles quietly before turning to give you a peck on the lips, even though he can barely reach at the awkward angle.

“Thought you’d never ask, angel,” he says. He watches another moment, unmoving behind you, as you tug at your peaked nipples, the pebbled skin darkened from the attention, from arousal, and then he nudges your wrist with his and you take the shower head.

The water washes over your legs and his as he helps you lift up, slippery hands on your slick hips, guiding you up and back just enough to let his swollen head press against your wet slit一and then you roll your hips down on him, letting him spread you open on his cock, his rigid length pressing against your walls again and again as you bounce on him, slow and uneven, until he’s fully seated in you, and you’re filled to the brim.

Gator maneuvers your legs so they’re on the outside of his, pressed against the sides of the bathtub where you sit, and then his hands are back on your thighs, spread apart just by virtue of how he’s got you atop him.

“Fuck一oh, fuck一that’s real nice fer me,” he groans from behind you.

“So full,” you mutter. “Take一it?”

He knows what you mean, and his big palm skims down from your elbow to your wrist, wrapping around the handle of the showerhead and taking it from you as you return your hands to your chest. You’re completely at his mercy now, but he doesn’t leave you waiting for long一to the contrary, he returns the showerhead to its former place, down between your legs, the thick stream of water heavenly on your mound and on your clit, down over where he’s entering you, soaking his cock and balls in more ways than one.

“Feel good?” Gator asks, though he knows. He can tell, because you’re already twitching on top of him, and start to really buck into his hand when he moves his fingertips between your legs, rubbing over your clit, pressing against you just so to slide your hood up and over your clit, making sure that your sensitive, puffy bead is getting the full extent of the water. He can feel it kick beneath his hands, feel your hot, wet little channel squeeze down on him, and god, even he has to admit that the warm rush of water cascading down over him feels good too. Nowhere near as good as your cunt, and he tells you so. “I feel fuckin’ perfect,” he murmurs against the sensitive spot behind your ear. “Balls deep in m’girl,” he says, and you clench up around him as his fingers slide over your clit. “Feelin’ her wrap all ‘round me like she ain’t never wanna let go.”

“Never,” you echo, and Gator makes a soft, amused noise.

“Never?” he asks.

“Never,” you affirm, and then he’s got his whole hand rubbing over your pussy, the pads of his fingers up to your clit and then back down to rub at the base of his cock, at his sac, and then right back up to circle your clit.

“Ain’t never gonna let ya go neither,” Gator says, and you feel yourself squeeze down on him, feel your walls rippling around his length, feel the way his chest presses into you like he’s getting there too, just from being inside you while you’re this worked up.

“Gonna一come, Gate一I’m一” you say, words failing you. It’s a combination of him engulfing you from behind, his hand on your pussy, teasing your slit as he slides it up and down; the heel of his hand pressing against your oversensitive clit; his thick cock already pulsing inside you, like he’s unable to stop himself from reaching his orgasm so soon; and the water, stimulating you the way no hand or tongue or cock ever could.

“Go on, babygirl,” Gator coaxes, egging you on. “Go on一ya gonna let me come inside ya?” he asks, and you nod, gasping, feeling your walls contracting around him, feeling him pushing at you from every angle inside your own body. He lowers the showerhead, the stream of water gushing right against your clit, as his fingers press hard into it, rubbing thick, two-fingered circles over you, and that’s what does you in一

You come with a shout, breaking apart on top of him, your cunt spasming around his length, pussy gaped around his thick cock, and you have some realization that you’re milking his orgasm from him too as you come, because you not only feel the warmth of the water on the outside of your cunt, but you feel the spread of his release inside of you, your entire lower half overwhelmingly hot as he fills you, so copiously that it leaks out, his pearly come floating down the drain as the water from the showerhead washes it away.

Eventually, you come down. He’s still inside you, your hands are still on your tits, pulling weakly at your nipples as your afterglow fades, and Gator lets the showerhead clatter to the tub, kicking it to the far end.

Mistake一it lands business end up, and it turns into a fountain, water shooting up and out of the tub, onto the walls, onto the toilet, onto both of you as you try to shield your face as Gator just laughs, his breath warm on your back.

“You asshole,” you say again, and gingerly ease yourself off of his cock, feeling his sticky come start to leak back out of your loose hole as you crawl forward and slam the faucet down, turning off the water.

You turn back to look at him, at the soaking wet bathroom you now have to contend with, and he shrugs. Again. Yeah, ya caught me. He would be so fucking infuriating if you didn’t like him a little bit.

“Hair looks good, by the way,” Gator says, pursing his lips and giving you an approving nod. You stare at him, half in disbelief and half in amusement. “Love the color.”

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[basement-tissues-deactivated202]

pick up the habit of kissing your girls hands again. hand kisses are so underrated but such a sweet intimate thing.

[jordanswitches]

wanna get him really drunk so he's all cute and giggly and looking at me with starry eyes because he loves me so much and then take him home and make him grind on my thigh while i spank him and tell him what a slut he is

[eternal-sunflowers]

what the actual fuck

DJO in Pittsburgh, 7/14/26

📸 sciarappa_photos

[flowerais-deactivated20211031]

even if no one sees your art or photos, don’t stop creating them.

[harringtonstar]

every once in a while I sit and giggle to myself about that pic of the pack of Trojan condoms in Eddie’s room and how there was a prominent clean square in the shape of the pack in the dust on the dresser when it was moved like he really got no bitches ever huh 😭

[hyliantomatoes]

wait now i’m curious what’s everyone’s go-to pair of shoes

[satanicbratt]

[lil-grimlynn]

VIETNAM HAS MOSS FROGS.

THEY LIVE IN MOSS.

THEY ARE CUTE AS FUCK!

Thank you for coming to my ted talk. Now lets go live the way of the moss frog.

[fancybroom]

[dr-cringe]

[unfortunatpanda]

[jtt-033-1613]

[dispelzine]

Walls / Cross Street, Williston Park, New York.

[imanasoh]

[mayoiayasep]

having a mixed fandom blog is kinda funny bc oh you thought you followed me for this one specific fandom? have fun when my brain fixates on a completely different genre of media<3

[thesweetiepienovels]

Some is better than none. Some is better than none. Some is better than none. Walking for three minutes, is better than nothing. Drinking a glass of water and eating a snack, is better than nothing. Wiping down the counter, is better than nothing. Small things are not nothing. Small things are not nothing. Small things are not nothing. You don’t have to achieve grand things if all you’re capable of right now is the smaller things. They are still achievements. Don’t do nothing just because you don’t think you’re capable of doing bigger things, just do something you’re capable of today.