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#it’s all regurgitated bullshit
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You ever stand over your father’s grave in tears and have your mom try to use him to make you believe in her fairy tales??
Truly think we’ve hit a new low.
Unfuckingbelievable.🥺
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demigod-of-the-agni · 11 months
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I knew there would be a day where people would fancast the whitest white boy on the planet who couldn't be farther from South Asia as Pavitr Prabhakar aka Spider-Man India, and it would be the day where I claw my own face off
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But I didn't expect there to be a day for that guy to start listing MULTIPLE men of the whitest baking soda bleached papery gum tree bark ping pong ball PVC glue white variety with ONLY DEV PATEL, AKA TOKEN INDIAN OF WESTERN MEDIA, in the follow up reply
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man im gonna need you to get off the internet and go back to kindergarten
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kitkatcadillac · 1 year
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seeing a lot of posts making me think about it lately but i think its really important to note when you consider the ways that you accept and support the queer/lgbtq community that its critical, if you want to do a well founded and strong job of it, absolutely CRITICAL to diversify that
i know theres a lot going on right now thats noisy, and scary, and it feels overwhelming and sometimes that pressure is good at encouraging infighting or picking teams or whatnot
but like... i dont know man. step back and relax a little bit. dont engage with the live wire. go... read some stories. read or watch some history, enjoy some queer entertainment.
google terminology. watch something about the AIDS pandemic. see top ten queer artist lists and pick a few to learn more about. look at the wiki for the lavender scare. watch some musicals, learn about theater history. about drag. the holocaust, and how much they cared about whether you were gay, autistic, or jewish, and why its so important to remember who your real fight is with.
not even all at once. just throw some crumbs in with whatever else youre doing, or youre interested in. tidbits. find happy things. find mundane things. find infuriating things. find combinations, confusing things. diversify. grow yourself. give yourself time and tools in bounds. much to learn every day.
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arundolyn · 19 days
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hot(?) guilty gear take:
danger time is fun and not nearly as bad a mechanic as some people like to claim. they're just salty when they lose to it
#crow.txt#like its a really hype mechanic. its fun to watch and tbh never bugged me that much to experience#granted i didnt go to tourneys ever but like#idk. both opponents are given the same things. is it kinda a reaction time game? certainly. but thats like all of fighting games#idk why its so Irredeemably Awful to a lot of players who probably never even play in tourneys they just like regurgitating the same things#repeatedly forever bc its the internet and predominantly reddit#even if the argument is that some matchups are skewed unfairly (like slayer pilebunkering repeatedly) i mean.... yeah? thats like#the fucking crux of fighting games. its not specific to danger time. you can make that argument about literally anything#you could make that argument about certain overdrive mechanics in blazblue#i can see how it would be frustrating in a tourney but if youre getting THAT big mad about losing this specific way then.. man idk#is it that different than being beaten normally. not really#the real unspoken bullshit mechanic is being able to instant kill functionally whenever you want. THATS the tourney killer#its unrealistic in the vast majority of scenarios but like... at least with like every other game. blazblue and unib#you have to EARN it at least a little. yeah the consequences of whiffing are major but also with stun in xrd it can be easier to land#even when someone is a huge dick about astralling me in blazblue i dont get nearly as tilted about it as i would#at getting hit by a bs instant kill setup like first round in xrd. are you kidding me. holy shit#at least astrals have to be match point. you literally Do have to earn it. unib you yourself have to be half dead rather than the opponent#being able to instant kill just Whenever feels so much cheaper#getting off my soapbox for an opinion nobody asked for. even tho strive damage is already crazy insane#danger time was a fun mechanic and idk a danger time mod might be funny. never seen anything quite like it but thats true of a lot of gg#only guy on earth who misses danger time apparently
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palidoozy-art · 2 years
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glad tumblr lifted the nsfw ban, even though I don’t do tiddy and/or donger art.
tumblr’s 100% my favorite social media platform so happy we’ll see more people here at least.
edit: unsure if they are actually lifting the ban or testing out some filters, so be safe before you post my thirsty friends.
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khalesci · 2 months
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d.une discourse crossing over into a.soiaf discourse is the worst possible thing that could have happened actually bc now there are a lot of dudebros trying to say that paul and dany "have the same arc actually" and I am going to pull my hair out like please and I mean this in the most disrespectful way possible, shut the fuck up
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bennydwight · 11 months
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I saw you ask top 3 favourite animated movies, so I wonder: What are yours? :D
(Not gonna bother with top 3 worst, animation is too precious for me to dive deep into the bad stuff right now)
Oh big mood, I mostly just asked top 3 least favourite because I enjoy when people start ranting about inconsequential things 😛
Okay, top three. In no particular order:
Encanto: Saw it in theaters 7 times, no lie. Tumblr was right to make Bruno a sexyman
Strange Magic: dont fkin judge me, the animation and lighting is EXCELLENT and it appeals to my monsterlover brain in addition to just being sweet and lovely
The Bad Guys: another one I saw numerous times. The animation style and found family dynamics give me the happy chemicals (and the soundtrack is BANGER holy shit)
(Coco is another close contender because Skeleton Aesthetic and Lilo and Stitch deserves a mention for getting me into fandom in the first place and I know you didn't ask for top 5 but they're too close to my heart not to note sorry)
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bat-kidsarebi-kids · 2 years
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i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again
fuck this fucking comic
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klinejack · 20 days
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big fat sigh
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rareblood · 20 days
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the whole 'staring at the sun makes you go blind' trope is eating me alive rn. not only is the pupil perfectly black, the only cells that have that ability are cells containing melanin which protect against harmful UV radiation, but there is a whole lining of the eye that contains melanin. how people are becoming blind from staring at the sun probably has more to do with their overall lack of melanin aka they don't get out in the sunlight enough. the fact that this idea is sent across the whole sphere of information like it pertains to everyone is mildly frustrating especially when you realize there are health benefits that come from melanin itself and the fact that absorbing SOME UV is beneficial overall... they just want everyone scared and acting the same.
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creativebrainrot · 7 months
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the thing that really gets me about desperate corporate greed lately is the fact that most of the offending services are owned by companies that literally can fix the problems at any moment but that would cut into their precious precious profits.
by enough to dethrone any of the billionaires and millionaires that own said companies? no not at all.
but they're encouraged by our system to hoard literally every single fucking penny they can, including the pennies they daydream about. they do not live in reality. they HAVE to own the world or else they're not actually a good company.
its not about making a good product its about running a good company and a "good company" in their eyes doesnt give a fuck what we experience or what we think. a "good company" makes profit year after year after year no matter what, even if the product they want to profitable has already reached it's target audience and cant really grow anymore.
And yet they should care what we think. Because there isn't actually anything stopping us from not using their services. they dont live in reality tho. idk its funny and weird and depressing lmao
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anothermonikan · 7 months
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Just almost completed my first job application ever :thumbsup: and I don't completely feel like dying so that's a W for me
#I say almost because like...in store it just says 'Seasonal colleagues' for like. christmas time and stuff. but no specific job roles#so like. I'm gonna have to ask - man they'll penalise me for it cause I'll just write it outside the store :sob:#And if it is full-time then I can't do it. cause of uni#asdfjddjj#man#It's a long shot but at least I did it#I only didn't completely feel like dying because it wasn't really a CV. It was CV with all the bullshit cut out#no 'Tell us about yourself! but actually we just want you to regurgitate the job description. But don't be too obvious about it-'#'- Because you have to be passionate about your work!' it was just like. put down your qualifications and days you can work#which I think every company should do that. like we all know you don't actually care.#you know you don't need someone to regurgitate a job description back to you but disguised#cmon guys. we all know you only care about qualifications and experience really. cmon#anyways. might not even be able to apply even but like. at least I did it#If a CV is basically just this with some petty bullshit on top I think I can handle it :33#Not tired but I have to get up EARLY on a SATURDAY because I ordered masks so I need to be up in case they arrive ;-;#I'm going out in the afternoon so I hope they either arrive before OR after that#wahhhh#cause otherwise....I'll have my parents on me about wasting money or smth#But I budgeted it all out. And it's important. And I like masks#Android.txt
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medicinemane · 8 months
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You know... fuck right off
For someone who's such a freethinker you sure fucking like following whatever narrative your figureheads set for you
Just cause it's antiestablishment doesn't mean you aren't still just blindly following
#not gonna fucking get into it further; cause it's someone I like well enough but I'm kind of sick of their shit right now#like grow the fuck up and stop towing the line so comically#for someone on team individualism you sure regurgitate exactly what other people say with zero deviation#like I may be a lefty but I fucking clash with people on the left all the time when they're wrong or behaving like shit#I don't get into fights often; but I very much don't follow a party line#and with some of it like the tankie bullshit I'll just outright say how fucking stupid and assholish it is#and in private conversations I'll say a lot more; I just don't feel like inviting arguments with strangers who aren't acting in good faith#but like... just fucking frustrates me seeing someone who's not stupid fucking swallowing literally anything they're fed#doesn't even matter if it's blatant propaganda#like at least I can back my shit up; at least I can tell you the reasons for thinking what I think and often go in to detail#I can concretely explain why I think welfare programs actually bolster the economy by helping people on the bottom rung be able to spend#like them buying groceries with snap is in fact good for the economy; it cycles money; and that's what you want#and I can explain why helping Ukraine is important for dealing with China by showing imperialism has consequences#showing the west won't just roll over (though we kind of fucking will sadly)#meanwhile... nice work spouting literal russian propaganda; I know that's in vogue to call anything you don't like#but I'm talking I bet I could go find this on sputnik if I went and took a look#like congratz on being as clever as a tankie; but just in reverse#you're fucking better than this; but that's what I'm seeing#anyway... didn't even click till now that that's the part that pissed me off enough to bitch here#but it's straight up literal verifiable kremlin bullshit they're spreading#like I can dissect it and show why that's not just me saying everyone I don't like is a russian bot#I don't know... just some real 'they're breeding mosquitos in biolabs to kill russians' tier trash#and yet you're such a freethinker you'll swallow it whole no questions asked#cause it feed your narrative#you complain about other people pushing agendas while totally pushing your own mostly based on your feelings#everything you accuse the people you dislike of; you do pretty much all of it yourself#and it's just sad and it's such a waste cause they're better than that; you know?#quit being a baby; grow up; and actually learn to try an approach our complex world with some maturity#well... that gets it out of my system... just get sick of seeing; and I can not stress this enough; literal russian propaganda#coming out of someone I like
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tikkunolamresistance · 2 months
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SHAMEFUL, EMBARRASSING GENOCIDE PROPAGANDA FROM TIME MAGAZINE.
Time Magazine have published an esay by Zionist Harvard Law School Professor, Noah Feldman. This piece completely centres Israel, writes as if the Jewish diaspora are one singular entity and ultimate victim. Regurgitating the typical talking points that “this is the biggest attack on Jews since the Holocaust” and framing the events since October 7th as compromising Jewish safety. This piece lacks ANY mention of the thousands of Palestinian lives lost, the bombardments on Gaza and the ongoing seige that has been killing Palestinians since 1948.
Every Jew in good faith and understanding of the reality we are being forced into understanding the de-colonial struggle that Palestinians are facing. Eveey anti-Zionist, revolutionary Jew knows that our identity, our history, our trauma has been systematically weaponised to cultivate a mass brainwashing to justify genocide and western expansionism through generations. Zionists have worked incredibly hard to conflate Zionism with Judaism, and they despise nothing more than the fact growing numbers of people see through this bullshit. That Jews, Muslims, Catholics, Hindus, Pagans, irreligious people can unite against this Western empire— our unity angers them.
There are people backing the Western empire who happen to be Jewish, it is not because they are Jewish. There are bad Jewish people who are complicit in this genocide for as much as there are bad irreligious people.
There is nothing Jewish about genocide, and do not let anybody tell you otherwise. Zionism is not and never will be Judaism. Anti-Zionist Jews of the world, we must unite, for a Judaism free of this Facist ideology. For a Judaism that honours our ancestors. For a Judaism that builds a better future, tikkun olam, for all.
Jews for a Free Palestine.
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did-i-do-this-write · 11 months
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How to Support Writers During the Scourge of A.I. Bullshit
Do
Interact with us. Talk to us. Reach out to us. Many writers physically write for themselves, but they share for others. To build a community and connect with someone, to learn from them, and to make a genuine connection through something they've created. Comments, questions, rambling tags, they all mean that our writing reached someone who genuinely enjoyed it.
Share our work. This does not mean repost, this means reblog and/or send the link to friends and other potential readers. Some writers may have negative experiences with their work being shared on other platforms (such as discord), but reblogging is almost always appreciated so we can reach a wider audience. Even if you don't have anything to say or comment, it will help.
Ask questions. Many writers are dying to talk about the creative choices they made, the word choice they fought with until they got it just right, the details they added just HOPING someone would notice it. If you wish you could get more context/detail about a piece, odds are all you have to do is ask!
Treat us like humans (because we are). Crazy concept, right? The thing that terrifies me the most about all this is the potential that we take humanity out of the arts. We replace it with A.I. until human creativity becomes irrelevant because it's more convenient and more profitable.
We are not robots making content for your entertainment, we are people sharing stories to make genuine human connections and share our passions. Stories that take hours, days, months, even years of our lives to properly craft. We practice and study and learn so that we can express ourselves skillfully. Even when done as a hobby for fun, there is heart and energy and time put into the final draft.
And finally, Don't
Use A.I. for anything. Because the more it's used, the more advanced it becomes. The more advanced it becomes, the harder it will be to discern a genuine human touch between an A.I. regurgitating what it's been taught.
In the end, this is a plea. I'm begging you. Do not give A.I. the ability to replace us.
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cherrychilli · 16 days
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18+ Steve Harrington x F! reader, friends to lovers, skinny dipping, PIV sex, unprotected sex, semi public sex, pool sex WC:1.9K
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A/N: Feeling very rusty so I'm attempting to dust the cobwebs off my brain and get back into the swing of things with a little bit of Steve filth.
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This will they won't they thing was starting to get old.
The casual flirting between you and your neighbor had ramped up in the last month, but you knew him well enough to realize when he's pulling back on the reins, even if subtly.
Up until now you'd enjoyed the way Steve's gaze wandered over you and the playful banter that tended to edge towards suggestive. You'd even glimpsed the only semblance of 'King Steve' that'd remained ever since he turned his whole image inside out a few years ago — that slight, but thankfully tolerable air of playboy confidence you couldn't find in yourself to dislike despite how you made sure to roll your eyes whenever it appeared.
But things were starting to fizzle out now, you could feel it. This thing that had started to brew between you and Steve seemed to be following the trajectory of a bottle rocket — the chemistry you shared soared for a while but now the chances of things becoming serious appeared to be heading for a nosedive.
Your discerning eyes were too sharp, noticing the flickers of hesitation and trepidation that peeked through when he spoke with you now, less flirting as of late, more awkward floundering and not the adorable kind.
You don't know it yet but the reason was because all those fears he'd thought he'd long outrun had started to shadow him again, afraid of things panning out like they always had in his love life.
The Harrington charm drew the girls in like bumblebees to pollen, everything turning sticky sweet for a while but it always ended the same way — with Steve getting stung.
He's gotten in his head about it �� every bad date, every lousy hook up, every ounce of self doubt he'd tried hard to swallow down regurgitating back up in his mind like bile. He'd even begun to second guess if you really wanted him the way he wanted you, scared of messing things up if he were to make a real move because he doesn't want to lose you. Not after all the years of liking you so much.
Oblivious to his internal turmoil, you only know that the waiting's been hell on you, feeling more than a little fed up of all the flirting that hadn't led to anything more than a spike in sexual tension and a bunch of almost kisses a couple of times you'd been alone with Steve.
Almost wasn't good enough.
You wanted to show him that you were serious about him — no more bullshit. You were determined to go after what you wanted, taking it upon yourself to make the first move, knowing it'll have to be something big if you were going to really convince him.
And you have the perfect thing in mind.
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Given he was supposed to be the only one home at this hour, the sound of swashing water echoing from the pool deck comes off more alarming than anything else.
Ears trained in that direction, Steve quietly steps closer towards the noise, cautiously placing one foot in front of the other like he's walking a tightrope.
Was it robbers?
No, robbers only break in to take your shit, not take a dip, he shook his head, feeling stupid he'd even considered it at all.
Speed running a list of possibilities in his mind, a slight shiver ran through him as he quietly hoped it wasn't another skunk that had wandered too close to the edge again, nearly gagging at the memory of how the scared, drenched animal had rewarded him for saving its life a few months back.
Peering out of the entry way, he reckoned he would have guessed a hundred other things before he ever would have guessed what he saw outside. Dropping his keys and jaw, he finds you wading in his pool. Unbothered and very much unclothed.
"Um...you're in my pool", he states as he steps out, dumbfounded.
"And you're..."
He doesn't say it. He wont, afraid that if he did, whatever's happening might suddenly stop. Hell, it felt far too good to be true, half expecting to bolt upright in bed at any second to find it'd been a dream all along, a tent in his plaid pajama bottoms waiting to greet him.
"I am" you confirm, knowing exactly what he'd meant to say, smiling devilishly.
With the pool lights on, your lack of swimwear is obvious against the blue tiles although the rippling water surface obscures your body enough to prevent him from getting a clear look at you no matter how much he squints in an attempt to focus.
"You sure know how to keep a girl waiting, Harrington", you chide, moonlight making your wet skin glitter like topaz.
"Huh?", Steve shakes his head, the jolt crackling up the length of his spine feeling far too real to be part of a dream. This is happening. This is really fucking happening, thunders and echoes inside his head, the realization making his palms turn clammy — the first time since his teens that a girl's elicited that kind of bodily reaction out of him.
"Got tired of waiting for you to nut up and make a move", you wade closer to the edge of the pool with all the allure of a siren approaching shore, the tops of your breasts showing above the surface.
"I want you, Steve", you beckon to him sweetly. Sincerely. "Come join me. It's lonely in here", you finish with a little pout.
He's never undressed quicker in his entire life — all of those nerves and doubts ironed out of him with that one simple confirmation.
You watch as his belt is unbuckled in a flurry, shirt following as it's tossed off to the side. It occurs to you then to offer him a modicum of privacy because it feels like the right thing to do, placing your hands over your eyes until he submerges himself into the water with you. But not before you submit to another urge, sneaking one quick peek between your fingers, your cheeks growing hot when you glimpse his half hard length dangling between his legs.
Covering your eyes again, you wait for him to join you, growing giddy when you feel him enter the water and wade closer to you.
You're met with that hopelessly moony smile of his when he gently pries your hands away from your face. "You always leave your clothes behind when you trespass or is this a new thing for you?", he asks, pearly teeth peeking out as his smile widens into a grin.
You laugh back, a little surprised that you'd gone through with it yourself. "Gonna beef up security around here if I keep it up?", you joked lightly, earning a chuckle from your neighbor.
"Fuck no. I'll even take down the fence so you don't have to hop it next time", he grinned harder, deviously handsome in the moonlight.
Your toes brush his as you wade a little closer, a shiver running through you despite the warmth of the water you're chest deep in. "It was between this or surprising you in your car", you told him, sharing the plan you'd concocted the night before. "You know— trench coat, hide in the backseat. Pretty classy stuff but then I thought about it a little more and realized it sounded kinda sketchy", you made a face, scrunching up your nose. "Didn't want you to think you were getting carjacked or something", you huffed another laugh.
Steve pales a little, laughing along nervously, the corner of his mouth twitching.
"Hadn't even thought of that", he lied, glad he didn't rush out here swinging his bat like he would have had he not convinced himself otherwise about the robbers.
As the amusement tapers you focus your stare on the rise and fall of Steve's chest and the hair matted against it, pressing a hand there to feel his taught, wet skin.
There's a lull in your banter as his hands find your waist and your own starts to trail down, gliding over the plane of his soft stomach, fingers dipping underwater to skim the coarse trail of hair below his bellybutton.
Your touches are delicate for a start, fingers curling around Steve's erection as you feel him twitch in your palm, your thumb gently sweeping over the bump of a vein before trailing up to find his tip.
You meet his gaze when you glide the pad of your thumb over the head of his cock, smooth and from what you can tell, sensitive from the way his breath stutters and his length flexes in your hand.
The waiting comes to an end then.
Steve leans in as quickly as you do, lips meeting yours, the scent of chlorine strong on your bodies, his chest pressing against your breasts. It's a dizzying minute of his tongue hungrily brushing against yours before he pulls you up by the underside of your thighs, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist.
Your body reacts quickly, crossing your ankles behind his back. His shaft nudges your clit from this angle and it makes you whine into his mouth, all needy from being deprived this kind of intimacy because of how he'd held back all those weeks.
He pulls away from the kiss to look as you, cupping your cheek with his hand.
"I know baby, I know. Made you wait for it too long didn't I? Don't worry I'm going to give it to you now, okay?", he coos, one part reassuring one part cocky.
Your core aches with anticipation when he says it, desire heavy and burning in your belly.
"Steve wait", you cut him off before his lips can come down on yours again.
"Yeah?"
"Could you— could you do it rough? that's how I want it", you tell him, digging your nails into his biceps. You're in no mood for anything soft or slow. Not right now. Not after waiting this long.
"Whatever you want— I'll give you anything you want", he promises, leaning in to kiss you again.
It doesn't take long for the swashing to recommence, building up to a loud, choppy splashing. Your back will carry evidence of how he has you pressed against the side of the pool tomorrow, arms wrapped around his neck as his tip meets your entrance and he works it inside, his length rutting into your soft core, punching out a chorus of moans and whimpers wrapped around his name.
Before he's completely lost to the warm, wet tightness of your walls wrapping around him, Steve only prays that none of his other neighbors care enough to peek over because if they did, things were bound to get awkward at the next block party.
"Promise me you w-won't go cold on me again", you beg when he locates that spot inside you, the head of his cock dragging over it just right.
"I promise", he answers, unclenching his jaw to nip at your bottom lip. "Promise me you'll go out with me after this? be my girlfriend?"
It nearly sends you reeling, being asked the question you'd been waiting to hear for weeks now as he's literally inside you, making your orgasm approach faster.
Smiling hard, you're still letting out little uh's and ah's because he doesn't let up his pace, driving his cock into you, all hard and fast just like how you wanted.
You couldn't wait to keep making up for all that time you spent doing anything that wasn't this, gasping out your answer.
"I promise"
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