epomanias

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CHALLENGERS AU: ellabs x reader.

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Stanford art wanting nothing else but to eat you out after a long day.

Immediately coming to your dorm after practice just needing to see you, As soon as you open the door he instantly clings to you. pressing kisses all over your face and down your neck. You carefully card your fingers through his hair, his face buried in the crook of your shoulder.

"Can I taste you? Please?"

The blond's words send vibrations against your neck, who would say no to that?

"Of course you can baby."

Art wastes no time in removing your clothes and setting you on the edge of the bed, it's practically Pavlovian the way the sight of you instantly had him rock hard. He sets soft kisses on your thighs before he licks a stripe up your slit, not having the strength to tease, he starts devouring you like it's the last time he'll ever get the chance to. All he wants is to make you feel good, make someone proud of him. Though you say that you are routinely. He likes earning it.

He treats you so gently, practically making out with your pussy and reveling in the taste. The sensation always gets you there far closer than anything else, you can't help but tug on his pretty blond hair, softly pressing him deeper into you. "Use me please", he groans into you, those words aided with him sloppily fucking you with his tongue making you cum all over his face.

Art lifts up his head, the sight of him between your thighs could practically make you cum untouched.

"Can we go again please?" Art gives you a pleading look, like it would hurt him physically if he couldn't.

Who would say no to that?

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thinking about puppy owner!artashi who are just soooooo mean :(

you’ve been whining for them all day, begging for a scrap of attention and completely getting on their nerves. finally, tashi seems to relent—grabbing your face with a look of mock pity.

“aw, puppy wants to be touched, right? does puppy want to cum?”

when you plead a yes, you’ve fallen right into her trap</3333

barely an hour later you’re shaking and sobbing, hogtied with a vibrator pressed unrelentingly to your puffy pink clit. they’re not even in the room. the pair had left a few minutes in, right after you realized your mistake. you don’t know how many times you’ve cum, you can’t even think past the burning feeling against your weepy pussy. the sheets are soaked with your arousal—you know you’ll get punished for that too. good girls don’t make a mess.

good girls take what they’re given.

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absolutely drooling over your tashi fics rn holy 💋

kisses you passionately

what about YOUR tashi fics

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yall are soooo jealous cause i got gifted challengers press tour zendaya blanket and you didn’t 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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I need tashi to use this

tashi climbing gracefully out of your bed in the morning.. sleepy-eyed and grumbling but it’s routine. she’s disciplined. practice every morning, and all. but you roll over and watch her ass sway in those tight little spanks that hug her so perfectly. the underside of her cheeks wobbling and how can you not snake your arm around her waist and tug her back against the edge of the bed? nosing against her ass like a needy thing. the stanford lettering all up in your face, with how you’re practically nuzzling into her crack her, hands wandering underside. casual sleepy groping. no harm, no foul.

“mm. come back to bed.” you groan, and it’s muffled by the pillow of her cheeks. tashi has to suppress a knowing smile. has you wrapped around her little pinky finger, and you both know it.

“didn’t know you were into that.” she just hums, arching a brow. that’s a lie. you’re into whatever tashi tells you she’s into.

“i can be.” you mumble, and you’re so sweet. so predictable. your voice still raspy from sleep as you squeeze, experimental, and tashi can’t help but snort. lazily backing up against you, hand curling in your sleep-mussed bed hair, lazily scratching against your scalp. a pet.

grasp tightening, yanking you in by your locks, grin playing on her lips and you groan, face buried in her cheeks. her fingers snap the waistband of her spanks, and she doesn’t even have to say prove it before you’re pulling her onto the bed and peeling them off of her. she’s always liked the ones with a little initiative.

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yes only if you bring me with you

Please can I go to Art Donaldson

House

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the theme of your blog is gorgeous. love love orange

thank u bae !!! orange is sooooo underappreciated </3

thank you peeta mellark for giving orange the representation it deserves🙂‍↕️

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wait, they don't love you like i love you — t.duncan

summary: after ten years of friendship, tashi still hasn't realized that you'd treat her better than any man could

contains: fluffy drabble, wlw relationship, tashi getting the love she deserves<3, artrick shade (i still love them i swear)

“It’s just- Fuck, they piss me off more than you could imagine. It’s always some new bullshit, I’m sick of it.” Tashi swears, throwing herself down next to where you’ve perched yourself on her bed. She was angry about something Art and Patrick had done, as per usual. They’d all been fighting a lot more lately—something about tennis, of course. You tried to pay attention to her rants, but there was only one thing you could take out of them; they didn’t deserve her. Never did, never will.

“You don’t have to be with them, you-”

“Obviously I fucking know that.” She interjects, scowling. “It’s not being with them, I mean— I’m happy most of the time, I guess. It’s just once they start— I don’t know. It’s complicated. Tashi rubs a hand across her face in annoyance, sighing at her own words. Seeing her like this, seeing her with them makes your heart ache. It always hurt watching her skip from guy to guy, telling you stories about how great they were to her until suddenly they weren’t. Art and Patrick were no different, despite them clearly thinking they were.

“You deserve better. You know that, right? You should know that.” You murmur, hand instinctively falling to rest on her knee. “These guys, they never do enough for you. You deserve someone who would burn the world for you.” Tashi scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically.

“Yeah, like who?”

Your grip on her knee tightens. You stay silent, watching her with wide eyes, praying that for once she’d see what's right in front of her—you. Tashi glances at you, breath hitching. The yearning, the desperation on your face, it’s obvious what you’re trying to tell her. 

“Do I have to say it?” You whisper, instinctively leaning closer. Tashi follows your lead, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear—her hand falling to cup your jaw.

“Can I-”

“Please.” You interject, longing seeping into your tone. She doesn’t waste time, she never does, locking her soft lips with yours. It’s like poetry, your hands running through her hair, Tashi’s reaching your hips, pulling you onto her—every movement you make says something, every action is a conversation. You feel her, truly feel her, her yearning, her hurt, everything she’s ever hidden from you. When her tongue breaches your mouth, you practically melt. Everything you’ve ever wanted, you had in your arms. When you finally have to break apart for air, your hands fall to her sides—gripping her tightly as if she’d disappear if you’d let go.

“How long…” Tashi trails off, tracing shapes across your skin.

“Since we were twelve. Well, probably longer, but that’s when I realized.” You carefully watch her face, clinging to any movement that may show discomfort, but there is none. Her eyes are soft, softer than you’ve ever seen them, and for once in your life you feel seen.

“Are you…?”

“Yes.” Tashi doesn’t hesitate. “I was just scared to say anything.”

“Me too.” You smile softly, reaching to press your lips against hers again, but hesitating. 

“Art and Patrick?” She scoffs, shaking her head quickly. “They don’t matter. They never did, none of them. I’ll break it off tonight if you want me to.” You nod, unable to find the words to express how much you feel for her in that moment. She understands, though. She always has. Your eyes water slightly as you take in the situation—she loves you. Tashi Duncan actually loves you.

“Hey- no, don’t cry. Was it something I said?” Tashi rushes to wipe your eyes, nerves clear on her face.

“No, no, I’m just being stupid. Sorry.” You laugh breathily and push her hand away, grinning like an idiot. “I love you.”

She shakes her head, giggling back at you. “I love you too. Forever and always.”

“Forever and always.”

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Patrick Zweig x Artsy Girlfriend

based on a conversation with @amymbona and me projecting <3

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just letting you know never ever will i ever be over this scene never ever

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every time someone says art gets “wet like a girl” it adds 7 years to my life thank you🙏🏻

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hot girls love tashi duncan (its me im hot girls)

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how to never stop being sad by dandelion hands

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abandon ! ! abandon him ! !

u pretty he ugly. u swan. he frog!

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tashi duncan STRAP💜

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break my glass to fix your heart!

elizabeth. she/her. eighteen. sapphic.

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