people moving to tumblr from twitter please fucking reblog art likes literally dont do anything except make the artist upset bc they have 2 reblogs and 55 likes
theres this one person who reblogs this post like 20 times a day and then sometimes will also reblog it like 200 times at once and also anytime it appears on their dash they apparently will queue it again too and i just want you all to know that you pissed them off real bad and that should be your sign to reblog art actually. for them
Hey guys, just wanted to say that dice molds are only 72€ on my etsy rn! I was able to streamline them and make the process easier and faster for me. I'll be able to ship pretty much immediately and you're welcome to sell the dice made from the molds. :)
Hey guys, just wanted to say that dice molds are only 72€ on my etsy rn! I was able to streamline them and make the process easier and faster for me. I'll be able to ship pretty much immediately and you're welcome to sell the dice made from the molds. :)
Eddie pulled Steve closer in a tight embrace, kissing him deeply, and allowing his hands to slide down the other's back. Steve shivered slightly as Eddie grabbed his waist. He held him there, firmly. Suddenly, Eddie leaned close to him, whispering.
"You wouldn't believe how much I've missed you, Stevie."
Steve breathed out steadily, hot against the other's face.
"I missed you too. But not here, it's too late and I need to get back to the cabin-"
"Or what?" Eddie muttered. "Everyone's asleep, it's just you and me."
Steve felt his heart grow loud in his chest. He shouldn't do it, but Eddie was right. No one would even know he was gone. Maybe, if he stayed just a little while-
"Your heart's giving you away." Eddie said with a grin.
Steve swallowed and allowed himself to relax. He could let go, just for a little bit. It wouldn't hurt anyone.
"There you go, that wasn't so bad, huh?" Eddie pulled his head back and began kissing Steve up and down his neck. He held him in place and slipped one hand over the crotch of the other's pants.
Steve moaned slightly in his ear, part unwillingly, part to let him know how badly he wanted him. Eddie understood.
He bit him gently on the neck, just a small warning of what was to come, all the while pressing at the bulge starting to form in Steve's pants.
The other's moans came more rapidly now, letting him now just how well he was doing. Fondling his groin through the denim, Eddie plunged his teeth into Steve's neck, drawing blood and soliciting a loud gasp of pleasure.
Eddie drank deep and Steve enjoyed every second. Using his free hand, he unbuckled the other's belt and managed to slide his jeans down part way. They were getting far too tight for him.
Careful not to take too much, Eddie retracted his fangs from Steve's neck and moved his head back to look at him. Steve's face was bright red, sweaty, and he stared him down with the most doggedly hungry expression. He wanted more and fortunately Eddie was just starting.
What he'd intended to do was free Steve the rest of the way from his jeans and underwear, but the other was quicker. Instead, Steve, with his jeans resting around his thighs, buried his face against Eddie's stomach, kissing him down the length of his belly. He made quick work of getting Eddie's pants off him and was on his knees before either of them could speak. Steve went down on him hard, taking Eddie's length deep inside his mouth. Now, it was Eddie's turn to moan.
"Fuck," He gasped, running a hand through Steve's hair as he worked. "Take your time down there, big boy. It's not a race."
Steve slowed his pace, growing more intentional with each movement. Eddie loved it, pumping his dick in out of the other's mouth.
"Good boy," He moaned. "Fuck, that's good."
It was more than good, but Eddie's mind was filled with ecstasy and words were scarce. Steve was amazing, almost like he'd been trained, especially surprising as he'd only had girlfriends before. Eddie was always impressed, but often didn't express it in words.
"Fuck, that's plenty," Eddie said, pulling Steve's head back by the hair. He looked up at him with big, loving eyes, and drool hanging from his chin.
"You're so hot," Eddie muttered, before pushing Steve to the ground with all his might. Fortunately, Steve had taken the liberty of pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles, as he couldn't keep from touching himself while giving head.
Eddie loved seeing him like that. Beneath him, Steve was a sweating mess of heaving muscles. His chin and chest were covered with drool and his dick was fully erect, throbbing against his stomach.
Eddie couldn't take it anymore, and in short order, had Steve's pants, underwear, and shoes thrown around them. He gripped him by the waist, pulling him closer, pinning his knees up to his shoulders. Eddie’s dick, slick with Steve's saliva, faced his hole.
"Say please." Eddie commanded.
Steve looked at him, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. They were begging.
"Please." He croaked.
Eddie grinned, leaning forward to put a hand just above Steve's shoulder, while he used the other to guide his dick. With no resistance at all, he slid into Steve perfectly. He began thrusting into him, slow at first but quickly building speed till they formed a rhythm. Steve moaned loudly, his breaths matching the slap of Eddie balls against his hole. Eddie grabbed Steve's wrists and held him down as he humped, pumping deeper and deeper inside him. Steve tried to scream in pleasure but Eddie quickly moved a hand to his mouth. If he screamed now, people would hear them. Instead, Steve sucked at the fingers pressed over his mouth, which only made Eddie want to fuck him harder.
"You like that don't you, big boy?" Eddie teased.
"Y-yes, fuck." Steve moaned. That was all Eddie needed. As good as Steve was feeling, he felt even better.
Eddie pulled out quickly and flipped Steve onto his stomach, hoisting his ass up. Flipping over that mass of muscles wasn't easy, but it felt great for Eddie. His favorite thing was using Steve for all his worth and only giving him a second to relax between changing positions.
Eddie sat on his knees and began to fuck the other doggy style. He felt his dick work the other's ass, felt Steve twitch with every thrust. His abdominal muscles burned but he couldn't stop, it was the best feeling in the world.
"I'm gonna cum," Steve croaked. "I'm gonna-"
before he could finish his sentence, Steve spilled his load onto the ground below. He'd been jerking himself off as Eddie worked, and it had evidently been enough for his sensitive body. He'd shot a mess of white onto the dirt and a string or two hung off his stomach. Eddie beamed contentedly.
He pulled out. As much as he'd love to finish inside that tight ass, there was one thing he wanted even more. Steve held himself up with shaking arms, and once again Eddie pushed him over, this time to his back. He knelt over his sweaty, sticky body, pointing his dick right at Steve's face and began jerking himself off. In no time, Eddie was also ready to climax.
Steve was ready too, obediently opening his mouth. Eddie shot his load all across his face and chin. Steve lapped it up gratefully, using his tongue to clean the remainder off Eddie's dick. Afterwards, he fell back to the ground, his body heaving. Eddie fell beside him. He used his shirt to clean Steve's face and then held him close.
The lay that way for what felt like an eternity, no words to say. They knew how they felt, the love they shared, and that was enough. Eddie held Steve tightly in a warm, loving embrace. Steve snuggled into him.
guys, please don't ask my wife to write you scat or fart porn, no kink shaming intended.
But damn she's never done writing commissions before and the first one ended up being something she had to decline even though she tried, and the person was really weird and entitled about it.
For a second I didn’t realize it meant “high” as in a stoner--I thought “High Geologist” was like a rank of geologist or something and he was insulted you would challenge him to naming stones
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