why do they even sell phone screen cleaning wipes havenāt you ever heard of rubbing your phone on your boob til itās clean? you canāt sell me anything more effective than my own tiddy
Unashamedly following any and all accounts I stumble across that write/are interested in Dustin smut bc my man is WILDLY underrated.
My 12-year-old heart stopped when he graced my tv screen in 2016, and my adoration has only grown since. Iām almost 22 and Iām still swooning over him now and giggling the same way I did as a teenager every time Gaten posts on Instagram LMFAOO
He was my first ever character crush whose actor was essentially my own age instead of a bajillion years older than me lol
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If I ever feel stupid I just remind myself that things could definitely be worse because I missed two consecutive periods once when I was 17 and my friend joked I was pregnant. My heart dropped out my ass and my mouth went dry. Time stood still for about 10 seconds and I felt sick. I then remembered that not only was I on birth control, but my partner at the time was a CIS WOMAN. Who was sat next to me. Absolutely pissing herself when she realised I had actually, genuinely panicked.
Iām active on this godforsaken site FAR too much. Iāve been staying up ALL NIGHT the past two nights to correct my sleep schedule (it works better than waking up early okay I swear) and I donāt think Iāve closed this app ONCE. Itās currently 3am.
Been writing hella porn though, so you win some you lose some. I think if it were written out on paper instead of typed, my fingers would be bleeding from the sheer volume of text Iām churning out. Oops.
love it when dry humping turns into rubbing his cock against your bare pussy turns into just the tip turns into just a couple strokes turns into the hardest fuck you've ever had
his dick is heavy in his hand, flushed and leaking, the head slick as he runs it slowly through the slippery mess between your thighs. your folds are swollen, twitching with every brush of his tip.
his voice is rough when he whispers, āgonna ease it in, babyā¦ sāgonna feel big. you tell me if itās too much, alright?ā
but youāre already nodding, legs spread wide, cunt stretched open and aching for him. the first inch pushes past your entrance and your body clenches around him immediately, sucking him in with a wet, squelching noise that makes his whole body jolt.
āohāoh, sweetheartā¦ā
his dick is so fat it forces your walls to stretch around him, snug and slippery and tight, and heās biting his lip hard to keep himself from rutting deeper too fast. the airās full of heat and moans, your gasps high and breathy while his are low, cracked, almost desperate.
heās panting into your neck, trembling from restraint as he feeds you more. your pussy gives a sticky noise each time his hips nudge forward, and you can feel the drag of every vein along your inner walls, your muscles fluttering like youāre trying to spit him out but pull him deeper at the same time.
by the time heās halfway in, your nails are digging into his back and your thighs are starting to shake. thereās a thick pressure deep in your belly, like your bodyās being filled too full, and when you glance down, you can see the faint outline of him under your skin, stretching you out from the inside.
ājust a lilā more,ā he groans, voice cracked. āyouāre taking itāso good, baby, so soft down there, youāre squeezing me real tightā¦ā
you whimper as he finally bottoms out, dick buried to the base, the thick root of it pressed firm against your overstretched entrance. he doesnāt move, breathing hard against your cheek, both of you dizzy from how deep he is.
your cunt pulses around him, dripping mess down onto the hairy base of his cock.
his hand finds your lower belly, palm spreading over that swollen spot where his dick bulges inside you.
ālook at that,ā he murmurs, in awe. āmy sweet girlās stuffed so full.ā
he doesnāt even need to move. just the feeling of being buried inside you for the first time, the sight of your pussy stretched wide around him, your gasping mouth, your fluttering lashes, your slick dripping onto his thighsāitās all too much.
he grinds in onceājust to feel the way you trembleāand you both moan at the same time, breath tangled, filthy and flushed and soaking the bed.
and when he finally pulls back to push in again slow and deep, your whole body arches.
āthere you go,ā he groans, voice ruined. āthatās it, baby. open up fāme.ā
A small-ish fic loosely inspired by this prompt from @thecreelhouse
Fratboy!Steve, also Sub!Steve, Slight Dom!Eddie and (and maybe softdom!Reader at a push?) Threesome, Pegging, Oral Sex (Eddie Rec), Handjobs. That's it for warnings I think, but let me know if I missed something you want tagged.
Word Count - 1,508 (oops it was only meant to be a few hundred words lol)
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Steve isnāt sure how he ended up in the position he currently found himself to be in, hands and knees digging into the squish of a lumpy dorm room mattress as it compresses under his weight, surrounded by peeling posters of shiny boy-band members covering up the multitude of all sins to be found in a sorority girlās dorm room. Even so, itās still surely a damn sight better than his shared room, thatās for sure. His senses are filled with the all too girl, floaty floral perfume every time he breathes in a grounding breath, a welcome change from that overpoweringly strong masculine body spray that seems to linger on all of the bedsheets no matter how many times he washes his sheets.Ā
But nonetheless, this is where Steve finds himself. Anchored in the middle of giving and receiving.Ā
On one end there was Eddie.
Eddie Munson, the lanky scrap of teenage boy who tormented all of his high school years, filling Steveās head with all kinds of swimming confusion and questions about where his attractions lay.
The guy who had somehow scraped enough of a passable grade to make it on to a mechanical course at the technical college just on the outskirts of town. The guy who, despite the almost forty-five minute drive out of his way still manages to drive to Steveās college campus in the middle of Indianapolis to do deals with preppy rich boys with daddyās money who are too dumb to tell the difference between the good stuff, and Eddieās low-grade, dried up, oregano.Ā Ā
Steve, who found himself with his head tilted up with his lips stretched wide by the girth of Eddie Munson.Ā
And on the other end, there was you.
Pretty, with eyes that seemed to sparkle with a giddy innocence, and a smile that was anything but. Always dressed so perfectly, whether that be decked out in enticingly twirling skirts, or shirts that pulled across your chest in a way that had Steve stealing quick glances of you across the campus, hoping that maybe you might take a chance on a guy like him.
You, whoās delicate touch eagerly clawed into the meat of Steveās thighs as your hips pressed up against him from behind, the intruding press of something much more phallic than Steve would ever dare to admit to being excited by edging closer and closer. The bite of the coarse material keeping you harnessed and strapped up with the thick and veiny toy hanging between your soft thighs made Steveās head swim with dizzying electricity.
Eternally thankful that most of the other guys in his frat had chosen to leave for the night, something about a football game at a bar, and a wing place with busty waitresses, not that Steve was really paying any attention. His attention was pulled to somewhere else entirely, the alluring pull of sneaking away for a secret rendezvous with the two people who had been plaguing his late night thoughts as every time he closed his eyes and tugged desperately at his straining cock.
Stuck between the commanding wildness of Eddie Munson, and the beautifully wicked thrill of you.
āLook at our boy, isnāt he so pretty like this, Eds?ā you smile, beginning to guide the head of the fake cock up to his already lubed up, puckered hole, teasing him by simply letting him feel what heās about to get himself involved with. The toy is a garish shade of bright pink, and even just the suggestion of it brushing up against him so intimately is enough to have his stomach rippling with excited anticipation.Ā
āThe prettiest.ā Eddie agrees, his lips curling into a devious smile.
Steveās stomach flips, listening to your back and forth with Eddie, talking about him like he isnāt even there. Talking about him like he's some kind of pretty plaything for the both of you.Ā
You finally guide the head of the toy into Steve, his hole stretching to accommodate the size, and youāre cooing at him all the while, praising him for how good heās being. A warm, reddened blush spreads out across Steveās face, flushing all the way down his chest as he practically preens under your affections.Ā
You start slowly enough, letting Steve adjust to the soft rock of your hips as you urge more and more of the toy inside him until heās comfortable with how youāre delivering a steady rhythm that has his pink, needy cock dripping with glistening pre-cum on to the bedsheets below him.
āNot so high and mighty now, are you, Stevie? What would all those other frat guys say if they could see you now, huh? What would they all say if they could see the mighty King Steve suckinā and fuckinā like a dirty little slut. ā Eddie says crudely, rocking his hips in shallow thrusts, feeding inch after slick inch of his cock into Steveās eager mouth. Eddieās big brown eyes glinting with a cheeky sparkle as Steve barely even chokes as Eddieās cock bullies its way down his throat.
In a stark contrast, there you are, smoothing a splayed, calming hand up and down Steveās freckled back, easing him into a secure headspace, letting him know that with you he is safe.
āAww, is Eddie being mean to you Stevie? Is he giving you a hard time, pretty boy?ā
Steve moans what he hopes sounds like some kind of affirmative answer with the thick intrusion of Eddie fucking into his mouth,Ā
āDonāt worry Stevie,ā you coo. āEddie only seems like a big and scary meanie, but underneath all that he's just a sweet teddy bear.ā you reassure.
Draping yourself over the back of Steve as best as you can you place a gentle kiss against his shoulderblades, kissing the golden freckled skin. With your lips a fraction away from the shell of his ear he can feel your breath on his neck as you lean into him to whisper something to him.
āSo I don't want you worrying that pretty head of hair of yours Stevie, I've got you.Ā Besides, youāre not the person Iāve bent over like this, isnāt that right, my little Teddie-bear?ā you purr, letting slip the oh-so-cutesy petname you had used on the many occasions before when Eddie had so keenly spread himself out for you, pleading to you with those hard to resist brown eyes of his to fill him up.
āYeah, she can be quite the kinky domme when she wants to be, I just think she's going easy on you because she likes you. She thinks you're pretty, Stevie.ā Eddie says, his voice rough as he draws his hips back and pulls out of Steveās mouth to give him a much needed breather, but much to Eddieās surprise, Steve is practically drooling with need, waiting and watching with his tongue lolling out slightly as Eddie jerks his cock off in front of Steve's face.
āLook at you, you're cock-drunk already huh?ā Eddie scoffs with a cocky grin. āYou want it real bad donātāya Stevie. Youāre looking at me like you want me to make you choke on it.ā
Steve manages to gather enough breath to utter out the desperate plea, almost crying to Eddie to fill his mouth again.
āPlease Eddie, I want it.ā
So Eddie guides his cock up to Steveās eager lips once more, tracing his slick tip againstĀ the shape of Steveās lips, leaving Steveās pink lips with a sticky, glossy smear before pushing in and urging his cock down Steveās throat.
āPleaseā¦fuck...m-my cockā¦fuck I wanna come so bad..please just someone fucking touch meā¦ā Steve cries desperately, his poor neglected cock hangs heavy between his thighs, dripping with need. With every little thrust you push into him, Eddie pulls out, keeping Steve teetering on a tense high-wire of pleasure.
And sweetly enough you take pity on Steve, reaching your hand around to tug slick strokes over him as you keep your thrusts punching into him, and Eddie keeps his slick cock on Steveās awaiting tongue. Your hand is dedicated in its touch, coasting over the generous length of Steveās cock until the man underneath you comes with an almost silent cry, splattering his release over the closed fist of your hand.
And very soon after, with the final few unsteady shallow thrusts from Eddie he comes with a strangled cry of his own, spilling his seed on Steveās tongue.Ā
And there, in a quiet little unassuming sorority girlās dorm room, with rumpled pink bedsheets and peeling posters the three of you fall together against the small, cramped bed, huddled together in a sweaty tangle of limbs.
āSo, Stevie, what do you say ma and you team up? I think our girl deserves a chance to come, donāt you?ā Eddie smiles salaciously, a wild look glinting in his deep chocolate brown eyes. A look that fills you with a stomach-fluttering, heart-pounding thrill of excitement as his eyes rake over your exposed form.
Steve smiles back excitedly. āI couldnāt agree more, Eddie.ā
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