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a never-ending midnight sun
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❌️Minors Do Not Interact ❌️ Hiya! Claudia/29/Welsh/Secret 6th member of the Spice Girls welcome to my blog! It's really just a mish-mash of all the things I like with a sprinkling of memes
*so horny I'm about to pass out* nono it's fine, keep exposing a lil bit of tummy every time u stretch ur arms up its totally fine I'm so normal about it
Steve’s the kind of guy that gets drunk on life I swear and I’m imagining him if you’re guests at a wedding together and the whole day he’s getting drunk on love and friendship and you and wine….. so so so much wine
And I think wine drunk Steve would be so freaking clingy
Of course the whole day he’s telling you how gorgeous you look in your dress and how pretty you’d look in white and as the reception drags into the night, the two of you on the dance floor slow dancing while all the other couples are whispering sweet nothings into each others ears.
But Steve… Steve is slurring the most diabolical stuff into your neck
“Wanna make you mine….. marry you…… put a baby in you–fuck–honey I need it so bad, need to feel you.”
He’s subtly rubbing his obvious hard on against your thigh (as subtly as drunk Steve can do anything that is)
“Steve, not here.,” you try to protest but he’s already ushering you off the dance floor to the nearest bathroom.
Once you’re in, he’s on you like rash. Hands grabbing at your dress so much you think he might rip it. He’s tugging your panties down and he doesn’t even notice how pretty the lace fabric is because he’s too focussed on getting inside you.
He yanks you up onto the sink, frantically releases himself from his trousers and pushes his now painfully hard cock into you.
It’s hurried, and messy, and loud. Steve clamps a hand over your mouth and sucks your neck into his mouth to stop his moans escaping. But the slapping sound is deafening……
At that moment, Steve feels his only purpose is to fill your cunt.
“Gonna get you so fucking full of my cum, yeah, you want that baby”
It’s not really a question but you answer anyway, nodding your head against the heat of Steve palm.
“Yeah you do, you take it so good, gonna be such a good mommy for me.”
You clench at the praise and it makes Steve see stars.
Steve’s the kind of guy that gets drunk on life I swear and I’m imagining him if you’re guests at a wedding together and the whole day he’s getting drunk on love and friendship and you and wine….. so so so much wine
And I think wine drunk Steve would be so freaking clingy
Of course the whole day he’s telling you how gorgeous you look in your dress and how pretty you’d look in white and as the reception drags into the night, the two of you on the dance floor slow dancing while all the other couples are whispering sweet nothings into each others ears.
But Steve… Steve is slurring the most diabolical stuff into your neck
“Wanna make you mine….. marry you…… put a baby in you–fuck–honey I need it so bad, need to feel you.”
He’s subtly rubbing his obvious hard on against your thigh (as subtly as drunk Steve can do anything that is)
“Steve, not here.,” you try to protest but he’s already ushering you off the dance floor to the nearest bathroom.
Once you’re in, he’s on you like rash. Hands grabbing at your dress so much you think he might rip it. He’s tugging your panties down and he doesn’t even notice how pretty the lace fabric is because he’s too focussed on getting inside you.
He yanks you up onto the sink, frantically releases himself from his trousers and pushes his now painfully hard cock into you.
It’s hurried, and messy, and loud. Steve clamps a hand over your mouth and sucks your neck into his mouth to stop his moans escaping. But the slapping sound is deafening……
At that moment, Steve feels his only purpose is to fill your cunt.
“Gonna get you so fucking full of my cum, yeah, you want that baby”
It’s not really a question but you answer anyway, nodding your head against the heat of Steve palm.
“Yeah you do, you take it so good, gonna be such a good mommy for me.”
You clench at the praise and it makes Steve see stars.
requesting gas fic where they’re just loud in their home now…. smutty pls or maybe robin has a spare key or knows where it is and has to leave immediately when she hears whats going on
interruptions | steve harrington
𑣲 guilty as sin drabbles
When you got the call that your flight had been delayed by twenty four hours just as you and Steve were about to leave the apartment, you had initially been very annoyed. Who could blame you? Your very first holiday with your boyfriend was delayed and you had to wait another day until you two would be on a beach in Cancun together.
But Steve, seeing your shoulders tense, always knew just how to calm you down.
“That’s it, baby” Steve hums encouragingly, his large hands settled on your hips as you rode him on the pink couch in your apartment. You were still in your baby blue sundress that was bunched up around your waist as your pussy stretched obscenely around him, your slick coating him completely. “Take what you need, sweet girl. I’m all yours.”
You mewl out his name as you roll your hips, your fingers biting into the skin of his shoulders as you grind down, your swollen clit rubbing against his public hair and making it damn near impossible to stop the desperate whimpers that were from falling from your lips.
“Look at you,” Steve groans, having to grit his teeth as he held himself back on thrusting up into you as your warm, velvety walls pulsed around his cock. The wet sounds coming from you bouncing on his cock only further added to his torture, the feeling of your arousal dripping down onto his balls had him sinking his fingertips into your flesh.
“Baby, I need to—”
The sound of the apartment door suddenly swinging open makes Steve’s heart nearly stop. Steve’s hands hold you firm, stopping your movements as for a moment, he fears the worst—someone hurting you, someone coming in and—
“Fucking hell—you guys! Seriously?! On the fucking couch?”
You let out a loud shriek, the sound of Robin’s exasperated yell pulling you from the ecstasy that you had been nearing while Steve breathes a small sigh of relief that you were not, in fact, being robbed.
“Robin!” You shriek, almost pulling yourself off Steve but his hands stop you from doing so. Your face burns, feeling as though it was almost on fire from embarrassment, completely mortified that Robin had walked in on you riding Steve on the damn couch. “What are you—how did you get a—”
Shit. Steve thought as his hands hastily pull down your dress down in an attempt to cover your modesty. He had completely forgotten to tell Robin about the flight.
“I came to water your plants,” Robin explains and when Steve catches a glimpse of her over your shoulder, he can see she was covering her eyes and the sight amuses him. Just a little bit. “Steve said you would want someone to water then while you were on vacation—dude, I swear if you told me the wrong date—”
“—I didn’t! Our flight got cancelled and I—”
“—oh god, please stop talking. I think I saw your penis and I feel sick.”
Your face shifts, from embarrassment to amusement. You can’t help it after that, you begin to laugh. Steve tries his best not to join in but one look at your face and he found that he couldn’t hold back on his own laughter.
“Sorry Robbie,” you giggle, resting your face against Steve’s shoulder in a pathetic attempt to conceal your laughter. “Could you still water the plants? The flight’s tomorrow and—”
“—no! Absolutely not. Ask literally anyone else but me!” Robin practically yells back, scrambling to find the door handle behind her with one hand still covering her eyes. “And I’m never stepping foot in this apartment ever again!”
That only makes you and Steve laugh harder and with a loud slam of the apartment door, Robin was gone. Likely scarred for the rest of her life, definitely going to tell Nancy exactly horror she witnessed when she got home.
“Well,” Steve murmurs, giving your hips a squeeze and looking up at you with a wry smile. “That could have been worse.”
Your laughter dies when Steve suddenly bucks his hips upwards, the ruddy tip of his cock hitting your cervix and making you gasp out in surprise.
“Still wanna keep going?” He asks, smiling at you like he already knew the answer.
You roll your eyes but sink yourself down onto his cock until he was buried to the hilt, your stomach tightening as you feel him deep in your gut.
🧡here’s a little story of them from back in the day
when eden was little and gator was around, he would always take her to see the animals across the farm. she loved the ponies and always begged to ride them but he never let her because even the thought of her falling off made him sick to his stomach.
so she started tending to the smaller animals — waddling through the fields of the ranch, picking up little duckies and even playing with the tiny creatures like lady birds. she’d always observe them with the biggest eyes and then hold them up to gator like “daddy, it’s your turn!”
and well, gator didn’t exactly have the most…gentle hands, so there was a day when a slip of the fingers led to a bug being crushed. eden bawled her eyes out the whole rest of the day.
still, at some point she started trusting him to hold them again but the thought of another incident like that scared him so bad that when he’d take the little things, he’d just go completely still — baited breath, no movement, eyes fixed on the thing, until eden took the animal back.
and even at such a young age, little eden was cunning.
so when a morning came when daddy was getting in that uniform and she really really didn’t want him to go, the puppy dog eyes would start. “please daddy, take me to see the animals ‘fore you go?”
“maybe when i come back, hon.”
“but you said that yesterday.”
“you did.” a whisper of breath would come from the kitchen.
before gator would actually even say the word ‘yes,’ eden’s jumping to her feet. “let’s take mommy too!”
so ten minutes later, he would be standing in the middle of the duck pen, dozens of tiny fluffy figures crowding around his feet. he didn’t move, not one inch, terrified to step on them. and he’d stay there, watching as you held a small duckling out for eden to pet, that familiar curious look sparkling in her eyes. then she’d turn to him, “what’s wrong, daddy? stuck?”
you and gator would immediately share a look, in disbelief that this crazy little girl came from you two.
the kid knew what she was doing, he had to give her that. and dammit, this was worth being a few minutes late to work.
my all-time favourite movies
↳ THE HOLDOVERS (2023) dir. Alexander Payne
"Because no one is his own father. I'm not my dad. No matter how hard he tried to beat that idea into me. I find the world a bitter and complicated place, and it seems to feel the same way about me. I think you and I have this in common. But don't get me wrong, you have your challenges. You're erratic and belligerant and gigantic pain in the balls, but you're not your father. You're your own man. Man, no. You're just a kid. You're just beginning. And you're smart. You've got time to turn things around. Yes, I know that Greeks had the idea that the steps you take to avoid your fate are the very steps that lead you to it, but that's just a literary conceit. In real life, your history does not have to dictate your destiny."
Fun fact! one of Strelka's puppies was named Pushinka and given to JFK as a gift to help ease Cold War tensions. Pushinka later had puppies of her own and her descendants are still living as of 2024.
Saw this question in the notes and that's because -ka is a diminutive in Russian! Strelka basically means "little arrow" and Pushinka means "little puffball" :]
