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contents: gender unspecified reader; reader with a vagina; high!steve x higher!reader; forced close proximity; teasing and flirting hehe; fingering; dry (wet?) humping; copious amounts of dirty talk; steve coming in his damn swim trunks
wrote this for an anon who sent a very sexy ask!! thank you diva!! 🫶🏻
it was such a nice night. a starry night, no clouds in the sky save for the smoke flowing out of your lips.
this is fun, you’d thought to yourself, lost in your own little world while everyone else talked quietly. i don’t know why i was so nervous.
eddie had convinced you to join with the promise of weed and swearing he never had an issue with the police at the community pool. assured you that he had snuck in there a dozen times and didn’t run into trouble once.
and, also, steve would be there. so you succumbed to the peer pressure, wore a bikini under your shorts and shirt, and only loosened up when the weed hit your system.
“you with us?” steve asked, swimming over to you, resting his crossed arms against the pink plastic of your pool float.
you nodded slowly. steve looked so pretty, the ends of his hair wet, eyes shining, cheeks pink from a sunburn. and you wanted to sink your teeth into his bicep so badly.
“you promise?” he asked, holding out his pinky.
you laced your finger through his and stared into his eyes a little more.
this thing between you and steve was not, and could not be, defined. you’ve been incessantly flirting with each other for the last two months, going to far as to shotgun smoke into each other’s mouths. all teasing, no reward, except for your own smugness.
you really liked it, whatever it was.
eddie suddenly started to shush everyone, perked up like a hunting dog.
“someone’s coming.”
ever so rational, steve said, “it’s probably just the neighborhood watch.”
“how is that better?” you whispered.
a siren whooped, blue and red lights flashing, and a rather non-intimidating voice shouted out.
eddie put his joint out on the concrete and pulled himself out of the pool.
“SCATTER!”
you were way too high for it, so steve helped you out. pulled you out of your float and hoisted you onto the side of the pool before crawling out himself. he helped you up, then grabbed your hand and started running.
and now, you’re stuck in a supply closet that hardly accommodates the both of you. the walls are lined with big buckets of chlorine tabs and shock. the little light inside is provided by a dimming, flickering lightbulb nearing the end of its life.
due to the size, you and steve are pressed against each other, with your front against the door and steve’s chest pressed against your back. he doesn’t know where to put his hands, so they’re placed on the door beside your head, caging you in.
“christ, my lungs hurt,” you whisper, still trying to catch your breath.
“well, you did suck down a whole joint by yourself.”
smiling, you elbow him softly, but he still groans.
“shh!”
“i’ll be quiet when you stop beating me up!”
you shake your head at the theatrics and press your ear to the door. the adrenaline is wearing off, and your weed is making you feel heavy again. sleepy.
“you with me?”
you nod. “i pinky promised, remember? i’m just tired, and i really wish you picked a bigger hiding spot.”
“oh,” he grins. “is there a problem being so close to me?”
his hands move from the door to rest on your waist.
“because i feel like you’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this.”
“relax,” is the only thing you can think to say.
“i’ve been waiting. for way too long now, actually.”
steve grinds against you. he’s hard.
“and i’ll tell you the truth, honey, you’re driving me crazy in this little number.”
his finger dips into the waistband of your bikini bottoms, letting it snap against your skin.
you swallow hard. “we’re gonna get arrested and that’s what you’re thinking about?”
he scoffs softly, ducking his head to press his lips against the shell of your ear. “we won’t get arrested if you stay quiet.”
you contemplate, gnawing on your bottom lip. he has an effect on you that makes you feel floaty, a little stupid, a little spontaneous.
“we don’t have to,” he whispers, arching his hips away from your ass. “i’m sorry, i just thought —“
you reach back, grabbing his hip and pulling him back against you. his body is warm and soft and he smells like summer.
“stop waiting, then.”
with what sounds like a sigh of relief, one of steve’s hands snakes its way down to cup your cunt. you gasp, not expecting him to jump right to the chase. though you don’t mind.
“gonna stay quiet for me?” he asks, his lips pressing against the side of your neck.
you shiver again, from his touch this time. “i can try.”
“good.” his fingers trace up and down your lips through the wet fabric of your bottoms. “would be pretty embarrassing if we got caught. ‘nother charge for us. think they’d throw us in the same cell?”
slender fingers dip under the crotch of your bikini and you sigh when the tip of his middle finger coaxes up and down your pussy.
“jesus,” steve breathes. “you feel so good.”
he moves his finger down, towards your opening.
“can i?” he asks softly.
you nod.
he slips in. you gasp loudly and he has to cover your mouth again. without his hands holding him up, you’re squished between him and the door. no where to escape.
it’s delicious.
“i’d fuck you if you weren’t so tight.”
something about the casualness of the way he says it makes you clench.
steve whispers in your ear, his finger fucking in and out of you. “you like it when i talk like that, huh?”
you nod.
he mouths hotly at your neck, groaning low and soft with each push of his finger.
“know you’d feel so good on me. cock’s been aching for you for months.” he breathes through his teeth. ruts into your ass. “little tease.”
more commotion outside. you’re too blissed out and too high to care very much, but you do freeze up a bit.
steve notices.
“it’ll be okay,” he says, slowing his movements. “you’re okay. worst they’ll do is tell us off.”
you nod again. it’s a little bit bizarre to you, how much you trust him. how much safer you feel with him, when this is probably the most time you’ve spent with him. ever.
“do you want to keep going? we can stop.”
you shake your head.
he moves his hand away from your mouth. “tell me.”
you sigh. his finger is still buried inside of you. “you may continue.”
you both giggle, but then steve’s moving again, putting his hand over your mouth prematurely.
it feels so good. he finds your sweet spot quicker than you thought possible, curling his finger to brush against it.
“help me out,” he whispers. “touch yourself, rub your clit for me.”
that’s too much. that’s what makes you moan loudly, your hand moving down and slipping past your waistband, rutting back to grind against his cock.
“don’t,” he hisses, “gonna make me cum in my trunks.”
you let out a little laugh-moan. the weed makes you feel fucked up enough that you’d honestly be happy to lick him clean.
so you keep doing it. and steve keeps grinding against you.
“can i kiss you?”
surprised, you nod. he pulls your face towards him, twisting your upper body to meet his lips. it’s tender, makes his finger pause. you both get lost in it, but then he starts moving again. he keeps his mouth on yours, sealing in your moans.
“i’m close,” you whimper.
“that fast, huh?”
“shut up.”
smiling, steve chokes back a groan. “do it for me, honey. wanna see how pretty you look.”
your body tenses. you pant into steve’s mouth, trying hard to keep your noises in. you reach back to grab his hair and you tug on it, pushing his lips against yours again.
it’s his turn to be loud. he fucks himself against your ass, groaning, kissing you messily.
with both of you going over the edge, you don’t care about the noise. you can’t care about the noise.
you’re both panting after. total messes. smelling like sweat and chlorine and sex.
“holy shit,” you decide to say.
“yeah,” he agrees. “holy shit.”
once you’ve caught your breath and attempted to tidy yourselves up, steve pokes his head out of the door.
“i think we’re in the clear.”
“you’d better be right, harrington. would hate to have to share a cell with you.”
steve scoffs. you both step outside. you’re freezing, still wet, the night breeze making you shake.
“now what?” you whisper.
steve hums. “well, we have to get you out of this wet bikini, don’t we?”
I always think of the description I saw years ago: Self-imposed deadlines don't help me, because I know the person who set them, and they're full of shit.
Give yourself the treat before you start. I'm serious. And ideally during the task and afterwards too.
Executive dysfunction comes from a lack of available dopamine. Common advice is wrong. You need to provide your own dopamine before you can start. Otherwise you're trying to run your car on empty.
"But what if I still don't do it" well you already weren't getting it done anyway. Now you have a little treat. Try again later.
You deserve kindness and care even when you aren't being productive.
(Also read How to Keep House While Drowning by KC Davis)
I also want to add. Creating an environment where you're anxious so you can be productive will only work for a while. even if imagining a hat man pointing a gun at you works now, it's working because its triggering your fear response, which will override your executive disfuncion. And that can be pretty effective!! It's why pulling all nighters work so well for people with executive disfuncion!
But if you do it constantly, your brain starts changing where the "default anxious" level is. And you'll have to get more anxious, and up the stakes, until you're constantly at a stage of flight or fight. And then not only you will not be productive, but you will be burned out and Miserable. And probably physically ill as well.
Take it from me! Someone who graduated + got into grad school without my adhd meds by doing exactly that and had to spend practically 2 years doing absolutely nothing but learning how to exist as a human again! Don't do that!!! It really really fucking sucks!!!
I've never seen The Social Network but I do think about the quote when Rooney Mara's character tells Mark Zuckerberg that he will go through life thinking women don't like him because he's a nerd but it will actually be because of his terrible personality. And I have to say whenever someone gets really knee-jerk "SO YOU HATE ME BECAUSE OF [IDENTITY]?" It springs unbidden to mind. Like, yes, bigotry is real, but sometimes people don't like you because you're fucking unpleasant, and any oppressed identities you may lay claim to do not enter into the equation, because the problem is that you are an asshole. And specifically, if you refuse to accept that people can have non-bigoted reasons for disliking you, chances are high you ABSOLUTELY are going to suck to be around for the simple reason that someone who never considers the possibility that someone might not enjoy their company not because of their identity but because of their actions will be entirely insensitive to any feedback re: their actions, which is the precise recipe for an asshole.
The popularity of the "incompetent stupid piece of shit husband and competent wife who loves him anyways" trope in media is a psyop to make women believe its normal to settle for an incompetent stupid piece of shit husband
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I have had a lot of evil people say to me that nothing taste as good as skinny feels and every time im like no im pretty sure food tastes really super good actually
I've been too-thin before. skinny feels like being cold all the time and getting lightheaded if you're standing too long. ice cream tastes like happiness. you do the math
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I just know the arts game on Erid goes crazy. Especially fiber arts like lace-making—I like to imagine that they have huge, complex pieces that incorporate xenonite and precious stones. They convey stories, culture, and memories.
Bobbin lace is probably the most common. You're most likely to have a shirt with those decals on it or use it for decoration. Having that many limbs makes it easy to sit down and make a design; it's a common gift for parents to give to their grown children expecting pebbles.
Needle lace however is a lot more complex. Huge, intricate pieces that take years to make even with 5 arms and a crystalline brain. A finished lace tapestry can take years with several Eridian lace-makers who dedicate their lives to the craft. Thrums are often used to get the product done faster, with 5 Eridians on each end working outward and communicating in sync. It's a beautiful process to watch. A traditional technique is to start at a single point and work outwards with no plan, making a complex and unique piece. These are rare and usually owned by Eridians with high-ranking jobs.
At the memorial for Blip-A's crew is a massive tapestry meticulously created over the course of a decade. Small pieces of the families' carapaces have been woven in alongside an intricate, sectioned pattern. The piece can be read like a book—the lace echos back the frequencies of the crew's voices, immortalizing them in Eridian history forever.
In Rocky and Adrian's home is a tapestry from the ceremony of the night they mated, a common tradition for Eridian couples. Over the course of the event, the Eridians in attendance work off the hexagon representing the couple's courtship. No one involved is usually a master craftsman, so the work is a little all over the place. It functions as a quest-book, echoing the memory off the walls of their home.
It's an art that can never be lost—it's so ingrained in their culture. Lacework is everywhere you look on Erid and one of the most common arts for sale (next to glasswork, something just as complex). But then Grace shows up and tells them that their work is beautiful and while he can't read it like the other Eridian's can, he's able to see the colors. He's frequently "borrowed" from the bio-dome to consult on projects after that.
This probably isn't going to change people's minds, but sometimes it is easier to evoke sympathy for dogs than it is to evoke sympathy for trans folks.
Giving money to J.K.Rowling is the same as giving money to eradicate transgender people. I'm sorry, but it's true.
Equivocate all you like, but it's as true as the day is long.
what people don’t understand about how adhd is disabling is that it’s not just getting temporarily distracted from, like, school work or hobbies. it’s getting distracted/being unable to motivate yourself to go to the doctor, eat regularly, do hygiene tasks, etc. it’s not knowing when or how long it will take you to do something, ANYTHING, and in many cases that thing is taking a shower or keeping your house from turning into a biohazard. it’s about being fundamentally incapable of controlling your attention and focus on anything, even and especially things you need to do to survive.
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