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nineteen. aquarius. she / her.
𓇼 currently into: challengers !!!
masterlist coming soon!
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Anonymous asked:
Could you draw Rex as that one mike faist scene in challengers?? You know the one where he’s on the bed with his head in zendaya’s hand 😭 I need Rex in vulnerable bb boi mode pls
Hi I made an speedrun,
ESTE HOMBRE ME TIENE MAL
I haven't seen that movie (sorry if it wasn't the scene you had in mind) but I looked up and I won't lie to you, it made my heart race so bad JAJA
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for being a good boy, you decided to give arty a little treat. you set the table—linen, crystal, and a single candle lit, flickering low; around it roast chicken, green beans, and a perfect glass of red wine, his favorite. you wear something sheer with no bra or panties on. art walks in, wearing his gym clothes, and freezes like a deer in headlights.
“shorts off,” you say, without looking up. he obeys instantly, dropping like he’s allergic to disobedience. you tilt your head just slightly, pointing to the chair at the head of the table. “sit.”
he moves fast, you straddle him before he’s fully settled, one slow grind of your hips as you guide his cock inside you—bare, of course. no prep or foreplay. he gasps, hands flying to your thighs like he might hold on—
“no,” you say, catching his wrists. “hands in your lap. or i stop.”
he obeys, trembling already. you can feel every twitch of him deep inside you, stuffed full, throbbing against your walls.
you pick up a bite of steaming hot chicken, blow on it, and bring it to his mouth. “open, baby.”
he does—lips parting, tongue just barely peeking out. you feed him. as you stare at him, he chews slow and swallows hard (moaning as you softly tighten around him.)
you moan low in your throat—not from pleasure, but from power he’s giving you. he’s shaking under you, hips pressed against the chair, your cunt keeping his cock soaked and tight. he wants to thrust, wants to fuck up into you. but he knows he can’t (only on his birthday, new years, or any time you tell him to).
he gets a bite of green beans next. his lips brush your fingertips and he moans.
“you love this, don’t you?” you murmur, picking up your own fork. “sitting still like a good boy, stuffed full of my cunt, while i feed you like the dumb little pet you are.”
“yes, ma’am,” he breathes. “i love it. love being inside you—so warm—so tight—fuck, i can’t—”
“you can.” your voice cuts sharp. “and you will.”
he bites his lip. his cock twitches inside you. you feel it—so fucking desperate, pulsing with every heartbeat. you take a sip of wine. press the glass to his lips next. he drinks, soft whimpers caught in his throat, neck flushed and glossy with sweat.
the sight makes you clench and he choke from the pleasure. “mommie—please—please just let me move, just once, just a little, i’ll beg—i’ll do anything—”
you cut a piece of meat. feed it to him. “no.”
his eyes flutter, while he continues to pant with his cheeks red and balls tightening.
you lean in, lips brushing his ear, giving him little kisses. he makes a incoherent sound, somewhere between a sob and a moan. his hands tremble in his lap, making him cry all soft and wet, with pretty glassy eyes.
you press your hips down just a little. his hips jerk up and you instantly slap his thigh. “sit still, baby.”
he nods as you feed him again, but he’s so far gone by the time you’ve finished your meal, his cock was soaked, balls super heavy and lips shining with spit, wine, and your praise.
you set down your fork and look down at him. “you want to come?”
“God—yes—please—i’ve been so good—”
you rise off his pretty cock before slamming down again, and lifting up again that being his breaking point. he screams, high-pitched and all. his cum spurts painting his belly, chest, even his chin. he jerks, sobs, full-body trembles, hands still clasped in his lap. you bend down, scooping a little with your fingers, feeding it to him while trying it for yourself, moaning at how good he tastes. “mhm, this is good.”
special tags: @inbred-eater @faiszt @cherrygirlfriend @nemesyaaa
inspiration ➳ my lovey @rafesplaymate
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Anonymous asked:
I was thinking about how muscular, body and completely solid patrick is and how i dont necessarily think he has a bony ass cus weve seen his cakes but i think he knows how heavy he is and i think he likes to sit on art alot, whether hes straddling him or sat on his chest or his back, and i think art likes being crushed my him. He likes people putting their feet on him, standing on him, sat and crushing him like theyre some big mean bully or a weighted blanket. He tries so hard but to get hard
Here you are— thank you for this prompt <3
CW: MDNI NSFW
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It happens for the first time when they're messing around in the dorm. It’s a rainy Saturday night and they can’t agree on what to watch. Usually they take turns with the remote. But Patrick thinks since Arts just flipping channels and hasn’t decided on anything yet that suddenly he doesn’t deserve the remote on his night.
“Besides there’s a really fucking good hockey game on. History making.” Patrick points out.
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Anonymous asked:
I love gooner!art I really do but I wish more ppl where into android!art... the possibilities are endless, I need him to short circuit idc idc
android!art who's supposed to be just a simple house bot to help you clean around the house, but sees you coming home from work stressed as always and searches up the best ways to distress a woman... you think he's just offering a sweet massage... please match my freak!!
⭕️ android!art leading you over to your living room’s soft sofa, his touch warm and tender—moreso than you’d initially expect from a being made of plastic, and silicone, and metal. his tears were saline solution, his spit was some sort of lubricant to keep his mouth and throat wet enough for him to sound human when he spoke, and he didn’t sweat. he was artificial.
but when he sat you on the couch, his touch felt anything but. he stroked your cheek and listened to you drone on about your horrible day. and while you were halfway through the recounting of it, he did something he hadn’t done before.
“let me help you relax,” his voice hummed, low and steady, and then his hand was sliding down your abdomen to let his fingers unbutton your pants.
the fly of your bottoms was undone so quick that it made your head spin. he looked back up to your eyes and held your gaze while his hand—previously only used to help you get various chores done around the house—slipped down into your underwear. while his touch felt human, his movements were mechanical. not in a way that made them stiff, but in a way that felt all-too-perfect. his thumb didn’t catch on your underwear’s elastic waistband, he was applying just the right amount of pressure, his middle and ring finger immediately found your—
Oh.
your eyes fluttered, your breathing hitched. he nodded, watching all of your reactions and analyzing those to determine your preferences.
“that’s it..” he speaks, now almost as breathless as you, “just like that.. relax, i’ve got you now.. you don’t have anything you need to worry about..”
his voice was hypnotic in the way it shook your defenses and lulled you into a state of unbelievable bliss. you had almost wanted to stop him, tell him that he didn’t have to do this for you, but the syllables died in your throat and morphed into a strangled cry as he started to rub quicker circles.
“fuck!” you shudder, reaching down reflectively to hold his wrist.
he nodded again. his blue eyes roaming your face. the LED on his temple flicked from blue to yellow and then back to blue.
“i just did a scan of your body and its systems, i hope that’s okay.. your heart-rate is elevated, and your arousal is.. well, you’re about to have an orgasm.”
your hips buck against his touch and your back arches from the cushions. the word ‘orgasm’ coming from his usually incredibly clean vocabulary just makes all of it feel filthier.
“this will make you feel so much better, i promise.. you’re almost there.. i—“ he swallows thickly, “i want you to come.”
was that a programmed response in him?
did cyberlife program him to speak that way when he’s touching someone like this?
or.. or was that just him?
the possible answer is snuffed out in your mind by blinding waves of heat and pleasure, a strangled cry falling from your lips as he leans into your side and observes you as you fall apart. his fingers circle relentlessly, and your moans start to dissolve into choked whimpers when he pushes you to the point of overstimulation. he must know what hes doing.. he has to.
“almost done,” he croons, “shh, shh.. it’s better to ride it out until it’s completely out of your system. sometimes that means pushing yourself just a bit longer than normal. trust me,” it almost sounds like he’s begging you to let him keep going.
and so you do.
and you don’t get mad at him when he “accidentally” drags you through two more climaxes. after the third and final release, though, the color of his LED is hard to ignore.
red.
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Anonymous asked:
Artrick idea: physical fight that transforms into dry humping because they start getting so hard
oh yeah this has to be canon cuz there’s no way. boys just play fight too much.
nsfw (18+)
They probably play fight all the time over the stupidest things. Sometimes they do it just cause. Patrick probably teasing Art about something stupid or vice versa they’d end up a mess of tangled limbs that dissolve into laughter and joking.
This one time Art’s getting ready to go on a date, has his outfit laid on his bed. He’s freshly showered, no shirt on just briefs and he’s looking everywhere for his baseball cap to place on the bed with the rest of his outfit. That’s when Patrick calls out, “Looking for this?” Art storms over there trying to get it back. Patrick holding it up just barely out of Art’s reach. They start wrestling as always, Art trying to get his hat back. They end up in a position where Art is on his knees settled between Patrick’s legs. Patrick hooks his feet together behind Art’s back to hold him in place (this position also happens to press Art’s crotch right against Patrick’s ass).
Art stops struggling after a while when he realizes he’s getting hard, but it’s too late Patrick already felt it. Patrick saying that Art should cum once before his date that way if anything happens with her Art will last longer. Convincing Art to use him.
And that’s how they end up dry humping on the floor of their dorm room, Art gripping Patrick’s waist, thrusting against him. Patrick encouraging him with words like “that’s all you got? gonna have to do it harder than that,” knowing full well that if Art keep going like he’s gonna make a mess in his briefs. Art gets so caught up in it, moaning and whining. That’s when Patrick says, “You sound like a girl.” And for whatever reason unbeknownst to Art, sends him over the finish line. Hips stuttering as he cums.
His face is flushed, he’s sweaty, and he just took a shower. “That was stupid and now I’m gonna be late,” He breathes out going back in the bathroom to shower again.
And maybeeeeee just maybe, after Art leaves for his date, Patrick jerks off using Art’s cum stained briefs.
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Anonymous asked:
Yk that fall out boy lyric that goes “i only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me”? I really think Art would pull some shit like that on Patrick.
Penny for thought? ✨
Well you can have a whole story for that anon and a song <3
18+ MDNI
Art only crashes out when Patrick gets a boyfriend for real.
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It probably begins when Art actually sees Patrick with a boy for the first time. Not just hanging out. But doing other things. He pushes into the dorm one evening after getting in from the library and Tanner Peterson’s pulling up his boxers while Patrick’s pulling the sheet over to cover himself.
“Dude I thought you’d be out longer, I’m really sorry man.” Patrick says, all the color in his cheeks likely not from shame but exertion.
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Anonymous asked:
please elaborate on the patrick carrying art ask i beg of you
of course I can anon!!!! anything for you guys
nsfw(18+)
Eventually Patrick carrying Art just becomes a thing. After long practices when Art is really exhausted, Patrick will gesture with his hand paired with the words “C’mon.” And Art jumps on his back, piggyback style. But he’ll make comments like “Are you sure? I know you’re tired too. And i’m not exactly light, I can just walk.” To which Patrick replies, “Could carry you for miles.” Or other times when they win a particularly hard doubles game, Art will jump into Patrick arms or vice versa. So Art stops protesting, and then carrying each other kinda becomes thing.
It’s no surprise one of the first couple times they sleep together, Patrick is holding Art up against a wall while he fucks him. Breathing heavy and muscles straining as he tries to keep a good balance between holding Art up and thrusting into him. Art is moaning and whining (like always) while Patrick is grunting half from the pleasure and half from the energy he’s exerting. Once they’re finished and laying in bed Art asks, “How’d you even hold me up for that long?” and Patrick responds, “I’ve had a lot of practice.”
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Anonymous asked:
Sage walk with me…
Farmers’ son Art who lets the burly and large farmhands take him into the barn and have their way with him… his Dad thinks he’s just suddenly got really into helping out around the farm but really he’s got a throat full of cock and is getting bent over the hay-bales…
This combined with Cowboy Patrick does something to me… taking innocent Artie for a ride in the barn…
tumblr would NOT let me answer this and would NOT let me edit the “answer”. ugh.
anyways. im walking ! my ears are wide open too !
farmer’s son!art feigning innocence when he leaves the house to go down to the barn wearing nothing underneath his loose overalls. letting the gruff, handsy guys he’s been working with grab him and shove their tongues into his mouth. he happily lets them bend him over the scratchy hay bales and take him just like that—one rolling his salty cock down art’s throat, another beginning to jerk him off, and another one starting to slide two fingers into his hole to stretch him out. his eyes roll back and he moans around the flesh filling his mouth, coughing and trembling with pleasure. he loves being objectified and he loves being the focus of their attention:3
and with cowboy!patrick too? yea. imagine art somehow convincing patrick that he doesn’t know how to properly ride a horse (despite growing up on a farm..) and so patrick takes this as an opportunity to “teach him”. sitting art on his lap one night at the back of the property and slowly rocking and bucking his hips up to imitate the movements you’d feel while sitting on a horse’s back, but art’s just getting soo horny and breathless because it’s so obvious what’s going on and pat’s hands are on his hips and their faces are so close and and and
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Anonymous asked:
now i need a part four to the agegap au with my girl tashi….. art’s been teasing about it too much i need this problematic threesome BAD
This anon speaks for all the lovely anons in my inbox. ask for a problematic threesome and you shall receive.
god. but this part literally just smut I fear. I’m so sorry!
CW: 18+ NSFW, age gap, daddy kink, mommy kink?? yeah this is the smutty part. just general smut… idk forgive me i won’t ever do it again (just like Coach Pat, this is the last time okay? i swear. trust me.)
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Art can feel his heart rate pick up again. “N-no,” he stammers out. God. This can’t be real. He just finished but his cock is already starting to budge again.
“Do you wanna learn how?”
Art nods vehemently. “Mmhm.” Tashi giggles again. He’s in love with the sound.
“Maybe daddy can fuck you, while you go down on me. What do you think?”
“Y-yes, yes please,” Art says, maybe a little too eagerly. He shuffles on the sofa feeling himself starting to get hard again.
“That was easy,” Tashi smirks because she can feel it too. “You really are quick puppy, no wonder daddy likes you so much.”
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Anonymous asked:
new age gap art was so good. i’m wet. and i think it’s only fair that art get used by TWO people twice his age. 👁️
(this is me asking for a threesome part two please i you want)
Thank you Anonnie, my love <3 and you know what—you’re so right and you should say it louder and more often <3
CW: Age gap kink, daddy kink, exhibition, student/teacher dynamics. A lot of other things i probably have to discuss in therapy. Anyway if the idea of this makes you uncomfortable obviously DONT READ.
Unrelated but I swear writing this made me crazy. I flirted heavily with the idea of never posting (or being seen or heard from again) so honestly if you fuck with this at all thank the always lovely Mel @artstennisracket <3 for reading and encouraging me to post 😭 And if you hate it blame her jk! if i regret it i can still private it…right? right?!!!
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It was supposed to be one time. Is what Coach Patrick keeps saying. Even though it’s been so… many… times.
“I’m not that guy,” Coach says. It’s a random Thursday night. The last day of spring training camp. Not everyone stayed in town but Art did and he worked really hard. So hard. Now he feels so pleasantly sore it all feels worth it.
this made me giggle a lot
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Anonymous asked:
omg wait!! anon you genius godddd
Just shoving a pillow over Patrick's face halfway through and moaning Art's name mid-arguement. it starts as a petty way to get back at him but it just ends with both of you riled up and including him in all the dirty talk as he was really there
patrick whimpering when you moan art’s name and it’s a sound you’ve never heard him make so it makes you pry a little bit, tease him. making him blush because as you talk about art’s smooth skin and pretty eyes and tousled blond hair it makes him twitch inside you <33
“do you touch yourself while you think of him?” you hold onto his throat, hard enough that you feel his adam’s apple as he gulps.
“hmmph—n-no,”
“are you sure?”
patrick’s eyes roll back.
“he’s not even here and he’s making you hard.”
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i've been researching rotator cuff injuries and the different kinds of surgeries because i'm trying to write that fic about art's injury + recovery but through tashi's eyes. but anyway, just this brief glimpse we get of his shoulder with the scars tells so much about how serious his injury was:
as a disclaimer, i am NOT a medical professional or an expert or even good at science, but my understanding of what his scars indicate is that this back scar here is most likely from the incision where a narrow tube with a tiny camera attached to it was inserted
this scar in the front is from the incision where the surgical instruments to repair his rotator cuff were inserted
and then these three are where incisions were made for anchors to be placed. if a rotator cuff injury is bad enough, then the muscle has to be attached back to the bone, and that's what the anchors are for: to literally anchor the muscle to the bone
so based on my very limited understanding of rotator cuff injuries, surgeries, and just anatomy and medicine in general, i think it's pretty safe to say that art's injury was relatively bad. it wasn't bad enough to require an open surgery versus the arthroscopy (the surgery with the camera) like he got, but it definitely wasn't a walk in the park, and recovery must've been hell
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Anonymous asked:
you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to but..
patrick spiking arts drink with like viagra or an aphrodisiac and then “helping him out” because he’s such a good friend <3
Oh but I want to!! <3
This is post Artrick and Patashi break up and Patrick and Art end up in Vegas at the same bachelor party for a high school friend. Maybe Art has it coming? Maybe Patrick is like the best friend he’s ever had <3
Heed all warnings cause Patrick is totally remorseless and unlike everyone who does something bad in those old black and white movies I’ve been watching lately, he absolutely gets away with it. Sorry not sorry!
CW: intoxication, secret drugging, cnc, dub con (in the sense that Art doesn’t have all the information, but he wants it, he told me). This is pretty much what it says in the ask. Obviously don’t read if this makes you uncomfortable. Not proofread.
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It’s bad and wrong, and wrong, and so fucking wrong.
Patrick might tell the truth later. Might let Art get back at him because even for him this is kinda fucked up. But to be fair, he only did it because he was horny. And maybe he wanted a little revenge.
It all started at the bachelor party. It’s the first time they’d seen each other since Tashi’s injury and everything.
Both of them trying to put it all aside for their high school buddy Addison’s Vegas bachelor party. He’s hosting it with his husband to be…this older, rich tech company guy. Patrick thinks it’s a bit annoying. Even if he was gonna marry some dude he wouldn’t want the guy crashing his bachelor party— he should have his own and hang out with his own friends. but that’s beside the point.
Patrick thought Art wouldn’t dare show up because Patrick was always closer with Addison. Art probably thought the same thing about him. And yet…surprise.
