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The sunglasses and rolled shirt lethal combo…thinking inhumane things about this man

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need to be in a situation ship to end all situation ships with him. The messier the better, you get engaged just two years after you’d broken up (officially, you’d been in his bed since), and he shows up, cornering you, talking about how your fiancé could never be him — he’s the cheap copy.

the worst part is when you cave, he insists you keep the ring on, just so he can remember that he’s still your number one even when you have another man's ring on your finger.

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tw- age gaps, mentions of cheating

Boss!Bobby Kennedy who...

Knows you're not qualified enough to work as a PA, but one look at your hopeful expression and folds.

Quickly realises he's spending more time showing you what to do than doing his own work.

Won't admit he enjoys the way you constantly look to him for guidance?

Won't admit he enjoys the way you always stand slightly too close?

Wont admit to himself that you clearly have less than innocent feelings towards him — you're not exactly subtle.

Starts finishing early just so he can drive you home.

Is appalled by the tiny shoe box you live in.

Convinces you to move into the apartment he definitely didn't buy — it's close to the office and him, it's convenient, that's all.

Promised himself he'd never stray, especially towards someone younger.

Always makes excuses for your mistakes.

Somehow finds himself at your apartment one night after yet another boyfriend broke your heart.

Know's he shouldn't, but ends up letting you curl up on his lap anyway while you cry about yet another stupid boy.

Realises he's fucked the minute you look up at him with wet eyes and everything in his body is screaming to fix this — fix you.

Realises he's really fucked when you ask him to stay...and he does.

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Pushing the blonde haired agenda

Skiing in 1967.

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Art Donaldson inappropriate father figure x Patrick Zweig daddy kink yup yup yup

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I need more helloooo…..salvating

anyways 70s!patrick picking you up off the side of the road in his cadillac. it was so hot outside and you looked like you were struggling to carry this huge suitcase all by yourself. and that’s totally the only reason he stopped in front of you. to help. not just because you had on the tiniest shorts he’s ever seen.

“hey.” he called out to you from the open passenger seat window.

“hi.”

you gave him the sweetest smile, and he almost felt bad for the dirty thoughts he was having about you.

“need a ride?” you contemplated the offer for a moment before ultimately giving in. “hm… sure!” patrick parked his car a few stops ahead then got out to grab your bag.

“i’m patrick by the way.” he said. you nodded introducing yourself. “so where are we headed.” he asked you, sliding back into the car. “la.” you answered. kicking off your shoes and throwing you feet up on his dashboard, before sinking into the passenger seat. “i’m gonna be a movie star.” you giggled. patrick hummed, his eyes closing in on the smooth skin of your thighs that had a slight sheen of sweat on them. “the new american dream.”

he let you take control of the radio switching from station to station singing to every single song.

“i just wanna say thank you for picking me up. been walking for forever.” you dropped your hand on his shoulder, playfully tugging at his ears. patrick flinched at the sudden action before chuckling. “you uh- look a long ways away from home. how’d you get so far out here.” you sighed. “well, i hitched from nevada with this trucker who ended up creeping me out, so at our last stop i jumped out with my bag and have been walking since. my legs are so sore.” you pouted.

patrick dropped one of his big hands on your thigh, and squeezed. moving his hand up and down massaging your leg.

you “subtly” clenched your thighs together whenever his hand got a little to high, and patrick had to hold back his smirk leaving his hand to just rest at the top of your inner thigh. “you know, i have a friend who’s a photographer for… magazines. i could totally get him to take you headshots, and introduce you to people.” patrick turned to look at you, catching how your face lit up.” “really?!”

patrick nodded and you huffed a laugh, jumping in your seat a little. “that’s amazing, oh my god. how could i ever repay you?”

“we’ll think of something.”

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that something being you riding him outside his condo in palm springs.

“fuck, babe your body was made to be on film.” your t-shirt was lost somewhere in the car, and patrick had his rough hands groping at your exposed breast. your thighs were starting to ache again from moving up and down on his cock.

“you’re so big, can’t -fuck- can’t do it.” your movement flattered down into slow grinds. “uh uh.” patrick held you up by your waist, and started moving you again. “movie stars don’t quit do they? i’m already helping you out so much just be a good girl ride me. ok.”

he wasn’t exactly wrong. he was helping you out. giving you a ride, letting you stay with him, getting his friends to do your head shots.

“ok.”

you planted your hands on his clothed shoulder holding on tight as you started bouncing again. your whimpery moans sounded as sweet as the smile you gave him earlier looked.

“atta girl.” patrick locked his arms around your waist, and dropped his head in the crook of your neck. he bucked his hips up in fast thrust. “patrick!”

his hand found place on the back of your neck forcing you to keep eye contact with him. “god, your pussy feels amazing. so glad i picked you up.” you nodded along with his words. “would’ve been so lost without me, get picked by some creepy old man.” he says as if he isn’t one them.

“thankyouthankyouthankyousomuch” you mumbled.

“and you’re so fucking sweet.” he pushed back against the steering, the both of you jumping when the horn went off. laughs mixed in with your moans.

patrick let his hand travel down body his finger finding your clit, and he rubbed figure eights on you feeling your walls clench tighter around him. “gonna cum baby?” you nodded your head fast. your bodies moving in the same fast pace, from the outside anyone walking by would be able to tell what’s going on.

“oh god -fuck!- cumming!” you moans filled up the space along with the slapping of skin, and some you gushing all over patrick’s cock with light scream. “shit!” patrick’s rhythm got sloppy and he completely stilled inside of you, fill you up with thick ropes of cum.

the two of sat there in each other’s catching your breaths, your mixed orgasms dripping down onto patrick’s leather seats.

“the industry’s gonna love you.” you smiled at his comment threading your fingers through his hair not knowing you two were thinking about very different industries.

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mdni

Anakin Skywalker who just loves to watch you fall apart under his touch. Knowing that only he can make you feel this way - can take you apart and put you back together like this.

It’s a rush - power he doesn’t hold all the time whenever he finds you under him like now, your eyes squeezed shut his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

His hands pressed over your abdomen eyes sharp as he watched your reactions relishing in the way your whole world came down to him in this moment.

He was your whole world.

Like you were yours…and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

“Ah-” Your back bowed, heel digging into his shoulder as his lips wrapped around your clit, pulling off with a small ‘pop’ before tracing a line down your slit.

“You gonna cum angel?” He mumbled, his tongue swirling over your clit before dipping down to prod at your entrance.

“Cum for me and I’ll give you what you need-anything…” His words only added to the haze pulling at your brain, your fingers curling into your locks as you nodded. “Need you.” Your voice sounded muffled to your own ears as if they’d been stuffed with cotton.

“Ani…please just…”

A hand reached up to pull one of yours from his hair, intertwining with yours. “You gotta cum from just this first if you want more.” He urged his tongue prodding at your weeping entrance again, pushing in ever so slightly.

“C’mon. Be a good girl for me hm?” He cooed before his lips sealed over your clit and your body tensed, cumming with a sharp cry of his name.

He grinned, his chin shining with your arousal as he pulled back, a single digit running through your slit, a small whimper leaving you when he knocked it against your swollen bud.

“My angel.” He mumbled it his lips kissing up your body like a man starved. “So good.” He whispered his lips pressing to yours.

“I’ll give you what you need.”

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Inappropriate father figure!Art Donaldson

Inappropriate father figure!Art Donaldson, who feels guilty for as much as even thinking about you for a moment in a less-than-innocent situation.

He knows about your crush - Tashi had gladly told him. He knew it was wrong to let you believe that he was wearing down to your charms. That every time you curled up in his lap after practice and let him fuss over you in a way Tashi never had that one day it could lead to more.

The furtherest he’d take it was soft kisses and maybe if you asked nicely enough his callused fingers would rub tight circles over your bud while you whimpered into his mouth.

Nothing more than that…he was a good person…he kept telling himself.

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overstimming art donaldson with a vibrator.

He'd been looking in your drawers for something before pulling it out - cheeks flushed as you'd laughed.

Cut to half an hour later, and he'd be gripping the sheets, teary-eyed and panting, while you hold the vibe over his weepy tip. "You gonna cum again? Give me another?" You tease, knowing he's on the cusp of overstimulation.

His hips jerk, his body acting on its own as his mouth drops open. between moans, he manages out a small, "Pl-please." Before his stomach tenses and he comes with a yelp a small spurt of cum leaking from his purple tip.

"Off. Turn it off, please." He whines, thrashing as you shift the vibe over him. "One more." You coo, leaning over to brush a hand through his sweat-drenched curls. "One more for me?"

His hips jerk when you press the vibe to his tip, but he nods. "For...ah...for you...please!"

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artashi rewarding their girl

"You did so well." Tashi's words fell on deaf ears almost as her fingers worked a second high from your already strung-out body.

A grin curled at her lips as you cried out, your back arching pushing your hips into her touch while her fingers rubbed slow circles into your swollen clit.

"That's it. Breathe, baby." Her fingers pulled away, pressing to your lips where they were granted immediate entry. A small whine left your lips at the taste of your own arousal, but ever obedient, your tongue wrapped around her fingers.

They were completly obsessed - understably so. Ever since Tashi had snatched you from the juniors ciricut you'd had win after win after win.

if that was due to her harsh training or the benefits that came along side you were unsure but the rewards outweighed any training she could put you through.

In your haze, you'd almost forgotten about the third person in the room, only remembering when large hands gently pried your legs apart. Art's thumb rubbing circles into the junction of your thigh.

"One more." He murmured, pulling your hips towards him as Tashi slipped behind you, her fingers still knuckle deep inside your mouth.

You whimpered around her fingers when his head bumped against your aching core, your eyes screwing shut as your stomach clentched at the overstimulation.

You'd take it.

You'd take anything for them.

"Good girl..." Art breathed as he pushed deep in one motion, your fingers scrambling for purchase against Tashi's arm.

"So perfect." He breathed, one hand reaching up to brush away the hair plastered to your skin, his own eyes fluttering as you clenched around him.

Tashi's fingers pulled back, her lips pulling into a grin at the breathy "ah, ah, ah" that left your mouth before her lips covered yours, her tongue claiming your mouth.

A sharp reminder that you belonged to them.

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Art Donaldson breeding kink when

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I know this is sad and all (poor baby) but imagine being the person with arts old number and your getting all these texts and you just feel so bad so one night you some how manage to figure out which bar he’s in and you go out of pure pity (and slight worry)

You weren’t sure what to expect but it definitely wasn’t this. One of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen leaning over a bar slurring about how you shouldn’t have that number, how it isn’t yours yet he ends up begging you to stay because you have arts old number and you answer the texts (which weren’t for you) and his drunken mind decides that while your not the person who he misses and wants most (who he almost craves) you hold the last piece of art he has and that means that your now stuck with him :)

now i want to die thinking about patrick being such a softie when he’s drunk… so clingy and emotional. gets fucking sloshed and then cries so hard he throws up bc he remembers that he’ll never be able to hold art as a baby

-🩰 (i live in ur anons i fear………….. im in ur walls….)

PLEASEEEE he actually would :(( when tashi and art get married he gets so drunk bc he’s devastated he’s not Art’s best man. Wanted to be there, wanted to take art for a really awful trashy bachelor party :((( cries and is belligerent at the bar, gets kicked out, winds up blacked out getting his stomach pumped for alcohol poisoning (and it will NOT be the last time)

Aurrrr wait wait wait wait

Keeps texting Art’s old number on birthdays holidays for major events etc even though the new person who has the number has said many times he is NOT Art, whoever that is, and to leave him the fuck alone. Gets his number blocked too, but still lets the texts go through and turn green and undelivered bc it’s cathartic.

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minors dni!!

will write; cheating, cnc, threesome, hyperfem, daddy kink/mommy kink, certain bdsm, most of the basics

won't write; incest, p!ss kink, rape, abuse, tortue, gore

if you are unsure feel free to ask!

i cycle through intrests so just ask for characters if your unsure or if I haven't written them!

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art donaldson

patrick zweig

anakin skywalker

rafe cameron

aaron warner

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