âď¸Minors Do Not Interact âď¸ 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
i love you pumpkins i love you bats i love you monsters i love you horror i love you spirit i love you candy i love you autumn i love you costumes i love you decorations i love you orange i love you haunted houses i love you hoodie weather i love you candy corn i love you cobwebs i love you halloween!!
Finally bit the bullet and asked my hinge guy out on a cinema date to see the new spiderman when it comes out...I haven't checked the reply yet bcs I'm nervous tho... đŤŁ
Okay, so he's down he even said he would buy the tickets himself, and maybe take me to to the arcade too...are things looking up???? Watch this space I guess? đ¤ˇââď¸
Update! The date went really well and I really liked him. He was so sweet even though we were both a little nervous and he's asked me to go out again on Friday so I think things are going well???
update for literally nobody who cares but we went out again last night and we went to this cute little cafe place to play games then we went for drinks afterwards! also when we were walking he put his hand around my waist to steer me away from the crowds of people and ngl I kind of liked it
he also kissed me on the cheek at the end of the date which was really cute
also I made oreo rice crispy treats and gave some to him because he'd been so nice to me, what is happening to me??
watching a scene with a fav character can be so humiliating sometimes. like yes i'm watching this scene with this character because i want to see the character. yes i've paused it multiple times because i got too excited. before the character fully entered the screen even. guhhhh
if i may :â) i would like a hazelnut latte please :) extra hot, with a dash of the prompt: âthe desperate scramble to get closer when there is no closer to getâ
love @keer-y on main đ¤
DESPERATE
pairing: gator tillman x female!reader
summary: gator gets home from a long work trip to find you desperate for him.
Itâs sometime past midnight when you finally hear the front door open.Â
You launch out of bed, where you were unsuccessfully attempting to sleep while waiting for your husband to finally get home, and fly down the stairs.Â
The door has barely shut behind Gator before youâre on him.Â
He grunts, stumbling backwards as you throw your arms around his neck and breathe him in. He smells like the cold air outside, and gun oil, but beneath it allâŚthat familiar musk that has heat pooling between your legs. And all of a sudden youâre ravenousâlicking his neck, kissing his face, grinding your hips into his.Â
âShit, mama,â Gator huffs, âcanât even get inside before youâreââ
You finally find his mouth with yours, and his words dissipate like mist at the first taste of you.Â
Itâs been three weeks since youâve seen Gator.Â
Three. Weeks. A case took him away across the country, so itâs been twenty-one excruciating days without your husband in your bed.
And thatâll do things to a girl.Â
âUpstairs,â you breathe between kisses. âNeed you.â
He snorts and pulls back to smirk down at you, his brown eyes flashing in the dark entryway, but when you start to move towards the stairs, his hands lock down on your hips. Hard.
âToo far,â he says, and then heâs kissing you again, pressing you backwards into your living room. Your eyes flutter shut as you surrender to his maneuvering, his broad shoulders shifting under your hands, and the next thing you know, heâs guiding you down onto the couch.Â
Well, more so, tossing you onto the fabric cushions, before following you down.
You sigh into his mouth as his weight settles on top of you. This feels right. Itâs so right, itâs almost like your bones were too light before in comparison. But then his hands dive under your shirt, pinching your hard nipples, and your sigh turns into a deep moan.
âThere ya are,â he hums before finding your mouth with his again. âSâmy girl.â
Itâs dark in here, since you turned all the lights off before going to bed, but you donât need light to see each other.Â
Not like this.Â
The gun still holstered on his thigh digs into your leg as you press yourself even closer, and when he reaches down to make sure the safety is on, something deep and aching snags in your chest.Â
Youâre both panting now, desperation for each other turning you into frantic writhing messes, and you could let your body to the talking, but for some reason, you feel the need to say it, too.Â
âM-missed you soââ you start, but his hand finally breaches your sleep shorts and finds your soaked folds, so all you can muster is a torn whimper.
Gator curses. âYouâre soakinâ me. I need tâleave town more often, huh?âÂ
You scoff and slap his arm beneath his jacket, but thereâs no heat behind it because youâre starving for him, and all your blood rushes to your core as he sinks a finger into you, stroking your slick walls firmly before pulling back.
âMissed ya too,â he whispers against your throat, and when he sits up to unbuckle his belt, his broad frame rises over youâa sinful silhouette. âAss up, babygirl. Let me show ya how much.â
i wanna be at the pool w steveâŚâŚ. i bet his ass falls asleep outside when itâs hotâŚ.. wakes up with a crazy burn that turns into a tan within two daysâŚâŚ needs aloe on itâŚâŚâŚâŚ. wanna share a cig with himâŚâŚ. wanna listen to his dad rock blasting from a shitty cheap boomboxâŚ.. wanna taste the margarita mix on his tongue when we kiss (heâs fruity)âŚâŚ. wanna make him hiss when i instinctively dig my nails into his shoulders while he [REDACTED]s my [REDACTED] into [REDACTED]âŚâŚ.. and i want it NOW!!!!!!!
prompt: steve + thigh riding + friends to lovers + âimagine how good thatâd feelâ
contains: reader with vagina; reader with boobs; high!reader + high!steve; thigh riding; groping; dirty talk
hanâs 1k celebration
Youâre high. Steveâs a little less high than you, but his eyes are hooded and dry. Youâre sitting on the couch together, pressed into each otherâs sides - itâs warmer this way, the weight of the other keeping you grounded. Some stupid movie is playing and neither of you are paying attention.
Youâre horny.
Itâs a problem that always arises when you smoke, especially around Steve. You donât get like this with other people. Itâs just Steve, because he looks so delicious, and you know he tastes delicious, too. He has to. But tonight your eyes are trapped on his thighs, exposed by his old gym shorts. The hair peaking out under the silky fabric has your mouth watering, and youâre talking before you can stop yourself.
âWonder if you can grind on someoneâs thigh.â
Steveâs brows furrow very, very slowly. âHuh?â
You sigh dreamily. âYâknow,â you say, licking your lips. âWonder if I could grind my pussy on a thigh.â
He chokes. âHuh?â he says again, but heâs leaning towards you, intrigued.
âLike. Getting naked. And getting up on someoneâs thigh,â you explain. âRubbinâ against it. Using it to get off.â You lean back and sigh again. âImagine how good thatâd feel.â
And Steve canât even hide his boner. You lick your lips and act like you werenât just staring at it.
âBet thatâd feel so good,â he says softly. âFeeling a wet cunt on me. Usinâ my thigh to get off. Helping you grind on my hips.â You both donât even catch that heâs said it, lost more in the image than the words.
âGuess I'll never know,â you pout, crossing your arms, because you canât expect that Steve would ever do anything about it. Youâve said worse in front of him when youâre high and heâs only stared blankly before changing the subject or giggling so hard he almost falls off of your bed.
But he does do something. His arm snakes behind you around your waist and he leans into your ear, smelling like smoke and cologne. âCome here.â
Your head snaps to him - it at least feels like it moves fast - and you furrow your brows. âWhat?â
Steveâs pulling you into his lap, big hands splayed out on your hips. His hard cockâs pressing into your cotton shorts and you shiver at the feeling.
âCome on,â he says, voice low, eyes searching your face. âWeâre just friends, itâs not like weâre gonna fuck or anythinâ.â He tugs at the back of your shorts. âTake these things off fâme.â
You do, almost in a trance, while he pulls the legs of his shorts up his thighs. Itâs cold when youâre bare, and Steveâs hands feel hot on your skin. He raises his brows at you, smiling and kind of shaking his head. âYou gonna try?â
âShut up,â you whisper. Your hands fall on his shoulders and you shakily move down to his thigh, sitting on it. You both moan at the feeling, then fall into a fit of giggles, even though youâre both insanely turned on. Steve suddenly pulls you forward, your pussy sliding up his thigh, and both of your eyes widen.
âSo wet,â he whispers, looking up at you with eyes as wide as he can manage. âHow longâve you been this wet?â
âI - not - not very long,â you promise, though itâs a lie. The moment the joint hits your lips, youâre soaked. âDonât be weird.â
As if youâre not sitting on his lap.
You grind against him again, shivering, letting your cunt slide on the expanse of skin. The hair adds an interesting sensation and you moan lowly at it.
âYeah?â Steve asks, licking his lips. âFeel good?â
âYeah, Steve.â
He sighs at the sound and uses his hands to push and pull you a bit faster, a bit harder. His eyes are trained on the junction of your pussy and his thigh, watching your wetness spread against it. A deep growl resonates from his chest and his eyes are suddenly dark when they snap up to look at yours. Friendly, kind, but darker.
Your head lolls back as you continue your movements, easily getting close. Your stomach flutters at Steveâs expression and demeanor. Youâre fucking yourself on his thigh and it makes you dizzy, lightheaded with the pleasure and vulnerability of it all.
Steve suddenly clenches his thigh and you gasp loudly. âFuck!â you cry, grinding against him harder and faster. âShit, shit, Steve, keep doing that!â
âSo fucking dirty,â he says quietly, like heâs talking to himself. âLook at you makinâ such a mess on my thigh. Usinâ me to get your pretty little clit off.â
âFuck, Steve,â you mumble, leaning forward to press your forehead against his. His lips touch yours, but you donât kiss. You just stare at each other, panting.
âBeautiful,â he mumbles. âSo pretty - so so pretty - can I touch your tits?â
âGod, yeah,â you whisper. You flinch as his hands move up your shirt and keen when his fingers find your nipples.
âShit,â he hisses, mouthing down your jawline, open mouthed. You moan and grab onto his hair. âWanna bury my face in âem - wanna - fuck, wanna suck on âem, babe -â
âSteve,â you squeak, tugging harshly on his waves. âCumming-!â
âThere you go,â he coaxes, moving his face back up to look at yours twist in pleasure. âOh my god, look so fuckinâ hot, cum on my thigh sweet thing, make a goddamn mess, soak me-â
When youâre finished, eyes hazy and head spinning, you both take a moment to catch your breath. Steve slowly looks down at his thigh, looking at the slick hair and skin, before looking back up at you. âWanna go again?â
[mwah] with high!steve who physically cannot stop kissing because everything feels sooo good when theyâre high
[mwah.] sender kisses receiver slowly, keeping their mouths joined even while moving inside them.
Steve wonât let you move away. He keeps a hand planted firmly on the back of your neck, his lips moving against yours, the occasional swipe of his tongue making you gasp. As does his cock, bullying its way into you below, slow and deep.
âSteve,â you try, your voice muffled against his lips.
âHm?â
Heâs not very interested in talking right now, and his brain doesnât even really work at the moment. Heâs hyperfocused on how warm you are while you ride him, deeply inhaling your scent and letting his hands roam everywhere he can reach.
You look off to the side, desperate for a breather. Steveâs lips leave yours but immediately find their way to your jaw, pressing open mouthed kisses down your neck.
âJeâsus, Steve,â you groan, eyes rolling back, because he always tends to find that particularly sweet spot that makes you shiver.
âWhat?â he asks. Heâs genuinely dumbstruck, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your collarbone as he pulls away.
âYou feel good,â you laugh, bouncing on him, watching gleefully as his head falls back against the headboard.
Heâs quick to cup your cheeks and pull you towards him, kissing you again while you squeal, still breathless but too enamored with him to care.
I think that part of what irks me about AI being used even for "small" stuff like meme graphics (aside from all the larger problems obviously) is like.... the time spent on it was part of the humor. "this is a silly inconsequential joke but I had to stop everything and spend 5 minutes making it" was, at least for me, part of the joke. Someone really took time out of their day to make me look at something silly they took time out of their day to make. Now it's like someone took time out of my day to make me look at something no one even made. Stop wasting my time if you aren't wasting yours too.
