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a never-ending midnight sun
@jamdoughnutmagician
❌️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
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... 🫣
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? 🤷♀️
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 :’) i would like a hazelnut latte please :) extra hot, with a dash of the prompt: “the desperate scramble to get closer when there is no closer to get”
love @keer-y on main 🤍
DESPERATE
pairing: gator tillman x female!reader
summary: gator gets home from a long work trip to find you desperate for him.
It’s sometime past midnight when you finally hear the front door open.
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.
The door has barely shut behind Gator before you’re on him.
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 all…that familiar musk that has heat pooling between your legs. And all of a sudden you’re ravenous—licking his neck, kissing his face, grinding your hips into his.
“Shit, mama,” Gator huffs, “can’t even get inside before you’re—”
You finally find his mouth with yours, and his words dissipate like mist at the first taste of you.
It’s been three weeks since you’ve seen Gator.
Three. Weeks. A case took him away across the country, so it’s been twenty-one excruciating days without your husband in your bed.
And that’ll do things to a girl.
“Upstairs,” you breathe between kisses. “Need you.”
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.
“Too far,” he says, and then he’s 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, he’s guiding you down onto the couch.
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. It’s so right, it’s 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.
“There ya are,” he hums before finding your mouth with his again. “S’my girl.”
It’s dark in here, since you turned all the lights off before going to bed, but you don’t need light to see each other.
Not like this.
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.
You’re 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.
“M-missed you so—” 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. “You’re soakin’ me. I need t’leave town more often, huh?”
You scoff and slap his arm beneath his jacket, but there’s no heat behind it because you’re 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.
“Missed ya too,” he whispers against your throat, and when he sits up to unbuckle his belt, his broad frame rises over you—a sinful silhouette. “Ass up, babygirl. Let me show ya how much.”
i wanna be at the pool w steve……. i bet his ass falls asleep outside when it’s hot….. wakes up with a crazy burn that turns into a tan within two days…… needs aloe on it…………. wanna share a cig with him……. wanna listen to his dad rock blasting from a shitty cheap boombox….. wanna taste the margarita mix on his tongue when we kiss (he’s fruity)……. wanna make him hiss when i instinctively dig my nails into his shoulders while he [REDACTED]s my [REDACTED] into [REDACTED]…….. and i want it NOW!!!!!!!
prompt: steve + thigh riding + friends to lovers + “imagine how good that’d feel”
contains: reader with vagina; reader with boobs; high!reader + high!steve; thigh riding; groping; dirty talk
han’s 1k celebration
You’re high. Steve’s a little less high than you, but his eyes are hooded and dry. You’re sitting on the couch together, pressed into each other’s sides - it’s warmer this way, the weight of the other keeping you grounded. Some stupid movie is playing and neither of you are paying attention.
You’re horny.
It’s a problem that always arises when you smoke, especially around Steve. You don’t get like this with other people. It’s 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 you’re talking before you can stop yourself.
“Wonder if you can grind on someone’s thigh.”
Steve’s brows furrow very, very slowly. “Huh?”
You sigh dreamily. “Y’know,” you say, licking your lips. “Wonder if I could grind my pussy on a thigh.”
He chokes. “Huh?” he says again, but he’s leaning towards you, intrigued.
“Like. Getting naked. And getting up on someone’s thigh,” you explain. “Rubbin’ against it. Using it to get off.” You lean back and sigh again. “Imagine how good that’d feel.”
And Steve can’t even hide his boner. You lick your lips and act like you weren’t just staring at it.
“Bet that’d feel so good,” he says softly. “Feeling a wet cunt on me. Usin’ my thigh to get off. Helping you grind on my hips.” You both don’t even catch that he’s said it, lost more in the image than the words.
“Guess I'll never know,” you pout, crossing your arms, because you can’t expect that Steve would ever do anything about it. You’ve said worse in front of him when you’re high and he’s 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. “Come here.”
Your head snaps to him - it at least feels like it moves fast - and you furrow your brows. “What?”
Steve’s pulling you into his lap, big hands splayed out on your hips. His hard cock’s pressing into your cotton shorts and you shiver at the feeling.
“Come on,” he says, voice low, eyes searching your face. “We’re just friends, it’s not like we’re gonna fuck or anythin’.” He tugs at the back of your shorts. “Take these things off f’me.”
You do, almost in a trance, while he pulls the legs of his shorts up his thighs. It’s cold when you’re bare, and Steve’s hands feel hot on your skin. He raises his brows at you, smiling and kind of shaking his head. “You gonna try?”
“Shut up,” 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 you’re both insanely turned on. Steve suddenly pulls you forward, your pussy sliding up his thigh, and both of your eyes widen.
“So wet,” he whispers, looking up at you with eyes as wide as he can manage. “How long’ve you been this wet?”
“I - not - not very long,” you promise, though it’s a lie. The moment the joint hits your lips, you’re soaked. “Don’t be weird.”
As if you’re 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.
“Yeah?” Steve asks, licking his lips. “Feel good?”
“Yeah, Steve.”
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 Steve’s expression and demeanor. You’re 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. “Fuck!” you cry, grinding against him harder and faster. “Shit, shit, Steve, keep doing that!”
“So fucking dirty,” he says quietly, like he’s talking to himself. “Look at you makin’ such a mess on my thigh. Usin’ me to get your pretty little clit off.”
“Fuck, Steve,” you mumble, leaning forward to press your forehead against his. His lips touch yours, but you don’t kiss. You just stare at each other, panting.
“Beautiful,” he mumbles. “So pretty - so so pretty - can I touch your tits?”
“God, yeah,” you whisper. You flinch as his hands move up your shirt and keen when his fingers find your nipples.
“Shit,” he hisses, mouthing down your jawline, open mouthed. You moan and grab onto his hair. “Wanna bury my face in ‘em - wanna - fuck, wanna suck on ‘em, babe -“
“Steve,” you squeak, tugging harshly on his waves. “Cumming-!”
“There you go,” he coaxes, moving his face back up to look at yours twist in pleasure. “Oh my god, look so fuckin’ hot, cum on my thigh sweet thing, make a goddamn mess, soak me-“
When you’re 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. “Wanna go again?”
[mwah] with high!steve who physically cannot stop kissing because everything feels sooo good when they’re high
[mwah.] sender kisses receiver slowly, keeping their mouths joined even while moving inside them.
Steve won’t 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.
“Steve,” you try, your voice muffled against his lips.
“Hm?”
He’s not very interested in talking right now, and his brain doesn’t even really work at the moment. He’s 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. Steve’s lips leave yours but immediately find their way to your jaw, pressing open mouthed kisses down your neck.
“Je—sus, Steve,” you groan, eyes rolling back, because he always tends to find that particularly sweet spot that makes you shiver.
“What?” he asks. He’s genuinely dumbstruck, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your collarbone as he pulls away.
“You feel good,” you laugh, bouncing on him, watching gleefully as his head falls back against the headboard.
He’s 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.
