fawnnpaws
fawnnpaws
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fawnnpaws · 21 hours ago
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anyway moving past that weird ass anon......!!!
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fawnnpaws · 1 day ago
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Mike Faist in Challengers, 2024
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fawnnpaws · 2 days ago
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#correct
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fawnnpaws · 5 days ago
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with the recent uptick in immature, vitriolic, and bigoted asks being sent out to blog users in challengersblr, i want to make something abundantly clear:
if you are the kind of person to be sending these sorts of things to individuals, especially the lovely ones in this niche corner of the internet who provide you with incredible free writing (whom i’ve had the pleasure of getting to know), you are not welcome on my blog.
i don’t want you interacting with my posts; i don’t want to interact with you. i’m going to naturally assume that you are either not an adult, a childish and miserable one if you are, or someone who’s just generally incapable of understanding when it’s better to just move on with your own life instead of choosing to stir up another’s.
if being kind takes more energy out of you than being mean does, and you opt for the latter, that is a you problem.
don’t make it everyone else’s.
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fawnnpaws · 6 days ago
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you didn't play baby john in a community theater production of west side story? what kind of theater person are you?
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fawnnpaws · 6 days ago
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Long before the hotel kiss art was googling dom girl makes guy bestfriends kiss
oh he manifested that with the O Method
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fawnnpaws · 6 days ago
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ohhhhh eater jaw mason we miss you…….
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fawnnpaws · 6 days ago
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**WARNING P-LINK**
https://x.com/twinkparadiso/status/1934630134813749413?s=46
I can definitely see Art and Patrick doing this like Art’s 2nd or 3rd time messing around with Patrick so nce accepting he likes boys or something and Patrick “showing” Art how to build his tolerance to deep throating,,,, idk LOL
okay oh my god i admittedly saw this video the other day and immediately thought of leon kennedy, because im simply too leon s kennedy-pilled at the moment, but art also definitely comes to mind.. (plus i love throat training)
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cw (18+) : artrick, messy blowjob, deep-throating, throat training (i didnt mean to write a whole thing.. whoops)
patrick holding art’s head by the back of his blonde, shaggy curls, relishing in the way his tennis partner’s throat reflexively convulses around his cock with every roll of his hips. art’s nose smushed into pat’s bush and happy trail, the smell of warm skin and natural musk filling his head and his own dick with sweltering arousal.
“fuuuck, hold it, hold it—“ patrick groans, his knees buckling as art swallows and chokes wetly around the stilled inches buried in his mouth, the blonde’s lashes already wet with tears and his chin dribbling with bubbling spit, “hold it, hold it, fuck, fuck, fuck—!”
art can only keen and shove his palm deeper into his own boxers in response. he squeezes his shaft tight as he tries not to gag again, cheeks puffed and brow pinched, but the resumed thrusting makes that impossible. his fists hit his friend’s trembling thighs, a warning and a plea for reprieve—which patrick reluctantly accepts; the brunette’s twitching length slides out of him with a sickeningly lewd squelch. art doubles over and coughs around strings of drool and the salty tang of what was supposed to be patrick’s orgasm. he heaves air in and out of his lungs, and he tries not to finish in his briefs before he looks up dazedly to the other’s face, a broken whimper spilling out from his pink lips.
patrick pets art’s head with one hand. he moans lowly in a breath, using his other one to guide his tip against art’s chin. watches as his lashes flutter in response to the teasing.
“open up,” he instructs, but it comes out more desperate than anything, desperate to swarm his buddy’s senses with nothing but the taste of a fresh, warm, earned load and a sense of accomplishment for finally learning how to suck cock properly, “almost done, dude. doin’ so good f’r me.. almost came..”
at that, art quickly and willing sucks the rest of him back in, bobbing his head with a vigorous earnestness. the back of his throat is bumped, but he successfully represses the urge to splutter and pull back. he’s getting better at it. he looks up to patrick’s stare with weary blue eyes that say nothing but “use me, i wanna make you feel good”.
and pat believes him.
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fawnnpaws · 10 days ago
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hihi i hope you’re doing well!! tis me.. mommy issues!art anon.. >:3
mommy issues!art who is just so needy. he can’t help but melt into your touch after a long day, he’s completely pliable in your hands. he just wants mommy to hold him!! it’s not his fault that being cuddled by you leads to him eagerly shoving his tongue down your throat!! he just missed you!!
then he’s breaking away to beg, “please- mommy, can i?” while he paws at the neckline of your top. his desperate, wet eyes are too much, how could you ever say no? not that you’d ever pass up a nursing handjob, anyway…
(p.s. may i claim 🍼 anon… seemed fitting lol)
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mommy issues!art anon hii:3 love to see you in my inbox again; this is so yummy.. also 🍼 is yours!
cw (18+) : sub!art, mommy kink, messy nursing hj, desperation/neediness
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art immediately pushes your top up and over your breasts as soon as you give him permission, his blue eyes glazing over with unfiltered arousal. his cheeks are flushed the prettiest pink you’ve ever seen, and then you notice that his bottom lip is wobbling like he’s about to cry. it wouldn’t be the first time that tears were shed down his cheeks when faced with your nurturing dominance. you feel both sets of his fingers squeeze at your chest—thumbs rubbing circles over your pebbling nipples, whimpering when you stroke your fingers through his blonde curls. he’s stuck in a trance of some kind, it seems.
“go on, i said you could.”
those simple words of encouragement are all that he needs to be snapped out of his stupor and surge forward to take one of your tits into his warm, open mouth. he slathers your bud in his sweet spit, moaning with pinched-up brows and suckling like he’s expecting something to come out. it’s hard not to stick a hand down into your panties at the feeling of him working his tongue so greedily over your flesh.. and his whimpers aren’t helping. your touch tightens in his strands and pulls a high-pitched keen from his chest. he unlatches and looks up to you, pouting, afraid you’re about to cut him off.
“are you going to be a good boy for me, art?”
he shudders, his legs tensing.
“yes, mommy. whatever you want..”
“you want help?” your fingers tease the waistband of his sweats before dipping down into them and his boxer briefs, playing with the base of his swollen length. his eyes roll back the instant you make contact with him there, and you laugh breathily in response. he’s always this easy with you. you drag your nail against the pulsing vein that you feel bulging from the underside.
“ye—yeah, help—help me, please,” he mewls, lifting his hips to press further into your palm, “be good, ‘m gonna be so good, i need it..”
your hand moves and wraps around his cock without further pleading from the blonde curled against you. he’s already filthily covered in his own juices, so it’s easy to stroke him without feeling like you’re hurting him. he gives confirmation of that in the form of a instantaneous, shattered cry and an arching back. he clutches your tit harder before burying his face back into the other one, trying to muffle his pathetic sounds as you jerk him off in time with the hollowing of his cheeks around your bud. he laps at you for another minute before his pelvis starts to stutter and roll up into your fist. it’s normal for him to try to take what he needs, even if you’re already giving it to him exactly the way he likes it. you smirk.
“you wanna do it yourself?”
he sobs around your flesh, shaking his head and letting his eyes flutter open to look up to you. “nmph—mmm-mn—“
“okay, then calm down and let me finish you off. have some faith in me,” you tease.
art’s mouth parts into a slackened ‘O’ around your sensitive skin when you twist your wrist and begin working his aching tip, the wet sounds emanating from your motions only heightening his pleasure. his toes start to curl, his legs clamp shut, his breathing picks up rapidly. he nearly squeals at the sensation of your thumb playing with his glossy slit. he hates (loves) it when you do that.
“mmm-my—mmm-my—! mmmngh!”
it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what lewd nickname he’s murmuring around the mouthful of your plush breast. you bite your lower lip, letting out a stream of breathy moans to accompany his sounds, and stroke him faster. his eyes fly open wide before squeezing shut so tight that wrinkles appear at the outer corners. reaching your free hand up, you move to lightly trace his cheek, his brow, the bridge of his nose. such a pretty little toy.
“are you close?”
he nods.
“are you gonna come?”
he suckles harder, wails louder against you.
“you can come for me, baby. give me a big load.. show me how much you’ve been wanting this..”
three more flicks of your closed hand around his throbbing appendage and he’s gone—his lips detaching from you with a sharp, trembling gasp, a string of spit connecting to your body; his head falls into your lap as he bucks into your touch and feels several viscous streams of fluid spray from him and into his clothing, as well as between your moving fingers. it sticks between your digits like glue. he wails like he’s being taken apart by you, praying that you’ll put him back together afterwards, and you closely watch his abdomen flex with each orgasmic contraction—every single one followed by a puny whine of ecstasy.
you don’t stop pumping him until he begins to wheeze and jolt. it’d be unfair to expect him to vocalize his overstimulation, given how wrecked he is. your ministrations slow and then rest in a pause at the base. he catches his breath as best he can and winces when you accidentally force an aftershock from his spent dick. tugging your touch from his soiled bottoms, you look down to your hand that has become creamy with his frothed-up release.
“such a mess, artie,” you croon, showing it to him as he pants and gazes up to you with an unfocused stare, “did that feel good?”
a single nod is all that he can manage. his lips part a few moments later, trying to muster up the energy to tell you exactly what he wants to say.
thank you. i love you. i needed that. i needed you. please hold me.
but none of it comes.
he leans in and kisses your breast, giving one more languid lick over your nipple in hopes that it’ll get his point of gratitude across. once he’s got his bearings back, he’ll give you everything he has.
now, though, he just needs a moment in your arms.
“mommy,” he whispers. he swallows thickly after and tries to blink away the wetness stinging his vision. it'd be embarrassing if he was with anyone but you.
you caress his jaw, give him a soft smile.
that’s all you really need to hear.
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fawnnpaws · 10 days ago
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could you please elaborate more on young!dad art 🥹
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felt fitting to finally answer this today. incredibly late + not formatted i apologise just lazy thoughts. ask was based off the au in this bot :)
literally went above and beyond during your pregnancy despite your insistence that you'd understand if he wasn't ready for a kid. he was there for it all: 2am trips to walmart for cravings, skipping practice for doctors appointments, holding your bump up until his arms ached to provide you with some relief. failed a class that happened to take place every time he sat down with you to make sure you took your prenatals and when you reprimanded him just smiled and said "i can retake a class. can't ever retake this."
he started picking up shifts at the campus rec centre and tutoring on the side, trying to save money. told you it was "just for extra gas and groceries," but you found a file on his laptop labelled baby fund.
it wasn't easy at the start. hormones flaring, miscommunication, the tension of a too-big future looming over two too-young people. but he never left angry, not once. sat outside your dorm once after one fight until you opened the door at 3am just so he could apologize properly.
started calling you mama as soon as you told him you were pregnant.
he was always that guy at your ultrasound appointments. taking blurry pictures to have 'different angles' and asking the tech "wait, is that her nose? oh my god, look at that. she has your nose." as if it's not just a black and white sonogram.
was obsessed with your bump. spent a lot of nights whispering stories his grandma told him as a kid against your skin. it's a different variation every time but you don't have the heart to point it out.
he loves doing skin-to-skin. lies shirtless on the couch after a long day, hair still damp from his post-practice shower, cradling lily and making you recite every cute thing she did while he was gone. he refuses to miss any of it
takes lily to class with him if he has to. girls on campus swoon at him walking around with her in a chest carrier but he's too busy cooing at her or texting you updates throughout the day to notice.
would keep a baby monitor courtside if he could. settles for typing a rushed "Evrythng ok???" in between sets
he leaves little sticky notes around the apartment that say "eat something!!!" "you're doing great mama" "we got this :)" with doodles of lopsided flowers and hearts that look like they were drawn left-handed.
co-ordinates his outfits with lily whenever he can. whether her headband matches his shirt or he has her in custom-made mini stanford merchandise (courtesy of patrick), there's always something matching.
refers exclusively to himself in third person after she's born. occasionally extends to a playful daddy in the bedroom that neither of you can take seriously and just results in fits of laughter.
definitely cries during her first steps. sniffles out a very tearful "look at you go, little legend!" and then denies it later
literally has a tape recorder that he plays when the both of you are tired to keep lily occupied. mostly consists of voice memos talking to lily about his day while he’s walking to class or waiting for the bus. "hi bug. i miss you. daddy had a pop quiz. it sucked. love you." and lily babbles back as if they're having a conversation.
calls you "his girls" and brings you up every chance he gets. most of his post-match interviews end in him gushing over the picture of you both he carries with him everywhere.
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fawnnpaws · 12 days ago
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Here are little red cards for anyone living in the US that you can print out and keep, that list out all your rights incase you ever came in contact with an immigration agent.
30+ languages for anyone and everyone who needs it. Know your rights!
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fawnnpaws · 12 days ago
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The White Hind by Beth Cavener
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fawnnpaws · 12 days ago
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i’m such a little pinterest slut <33 ily sof bby
💌 no pressure tags 💌 @jesuistrestriste @diyasgarden @jordiemeow
tag game i saw on pinterest!! just search up the words on pinterest to see how pinterest sees you :)
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Here’s mine:
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tagging: @sugarfaist @femme-lusts @cinnamongmm + anyone who wants to do it!
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fawnnpaws · 15 days ago
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hrhhhnnnnhgggghhghhrrgggg frat!art + painal
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fawnnpaws · 18 days ago
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fawnnpaws · 18 days ago
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fawnnpaws · 18 days ago
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meet and greet at the farmers market who wants something
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