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does literally anyone know anything about mike faist’s new songs?

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Temptation Remmick x fem!reader, one shot, remmick is a much!, yearny remmick, SLIGHT sinners spoilers

A sigh falls from her lips, and her hands grip the handle door. Just one more night, then it will be over. Right? Just one more night of Remmick's sweet charm, his begging, one more night of him making you bite your lip and clutch your nightgown. You prayed to the lord above that you would never further gravitate toward him, yet somehow you find yourself each night cursing at yourself for letting him get closer, spending hours talking to him, the only thing keeping you apart is a flimsy screen door and welcoming him inside. She opens the door, finding him in the same position he has been, his hands shoved into his pockets as if he were hiding the blood that coated them. His hair is tousled, the sleeves of his white button-up rolled to his elbows, the collar of his shirt undone. He was a bad man, a terrible man who had done horrible things, but dear God, was he gorgeous. His head lifts as he was previously staring at his shoes. That wicked grin spreads across his face. “Hey there, sweet thing.” He steps closer.

She swallows, “Hello, Remmick.” Her palms grow sweaty, and her arousal almost spills down her thighs. He inhales deeply.

“Mmm, that scent. You know what I want to do to you, right, sweetheart?” He furrows his brows and tilts his head. “You’re just too pretty for your own good.” He takes a step closer, “You gon let a poor, cold man inside? I promise I won’t bite.” Remmick runs his tongue over his teeth. She rests her head against the door frame. Remmick never breaks her eye contact unless she does first. Which she does a lot.  He titters, “or you could–come out here, we could keep each other warm. How does that sound, sweetheart? That sound good?” He smirks, his voice is so calm it’s scary. You grit your teeth in frustration. You want so badly to open that door and join him. 

“I hardly even know who you are, let alone what you’ll do to me.” She says, her fingers fidgeting once again.

Remmick pouts and looks down, a sad look in his eyes, which she couldn't decide whether the look was out of pure disappointment or some kind of manipulative tactic. "I promise you, sweetheart, I-I ain't trying to mean any harm to you or your family." His hand was brought to his chest. His tone is sincere, his breath kissing your neck.  

“I ain’t livin’ with my family, Remmick. Not anymore.” 

“Then why won’t you let me in, sweetheart? I promise to be gentle.” 

Oh god, his sweet talk, his pretty blue eyes, the way his shirt fits him, the stubble on his cheeks, his smile lines. It’s too much. How could she leave this man out in the blistering cold? Why not bring him inside where it’s warm and flavoursome soup was cooking on the stove just waiting to be eaten? She was cruel for not inviting him in the past three nights. She scratched at her thighs, her eyebrows knitting together. “Come in..” 

There it is, that’s what does it. Those are the words that make his pinkening ears perk up and his first step into the room. He instantly seems to wrap his cold hands around her neck, kissing and licking. Her neck is a warm contrast to his cold lips. “Mmm,” he groans. She whimpers, her hands awkwardly to her sides as she has absolutely no clue what to do with them, so he does it for her. Lifting her hands onto his shoulders as he continues to sloppily mark her neck, she massages the tight skin. “R-Remmick…” She squeezes her eyes shut. The only thing on her mind was that she should’ve let him in much sooner, when he was playing his cute little songs for her and pleading for warmth. How on earth could she treat him like this? So, inhumane. He claws at her back, she feels a warm string of drool down her neck. She shivers. He pushes her inside and closes the door behind them, he’s not leaving until he’s finished with her. He delicately lifts her nightdress, tugging at the material. He licks away the slime-like drool from the corner of his mouth. Remmick inhales her sweet scent, kissing her down her body until he finds himself on his knees, kissing her knees and his hands on her outer thighs. He looks up at her, just searching for a simple nod, absolutely anything that tells him he can continue. Her breathing laboured, and she bit her lip. “Y-yes..”  He chuckles and plants gentle kisses on her inner thighs, her nightdress resting on the bridge of his nose as he looks up at her. He tightens his grip on her thighs, massaging them and gently kneading them. He snarls and licks a long stripe up her slit, no panties on. 

His eyes almost rolled back out of pure, animalistic need. She lets out a restrained moan, her hand buried in his brunette hair; his hair is slightly sweaty, but she has no regard for it. His tongue is magical, lapping up her dripping juices and circling over her swollen clit. She begins to feel a sharp sensation on her leg, along with something warm and thick running down her outer thigh. The pain is sharp, and it stings, but she decides to ignore it. Her hips stutter, and she accidentally grips his hair too tightly. He only doubles down on his efforts, slobbering all over her and thrusting his tongue in and out of her hole. The sound of her whimper and moans is the only thing that he hears for a while, her knees buckling. “Mmm! Remmick!” She grinds against his face, her clit bumping his nose. He looks up at her through his eyebrows smirking against her cunt. Finally, she twitches into her orgasm, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, and her hand tightly grasped in his hair. He lifts his head and wipes his chin on the back of his white sleeve, crawling up her body just to kiss her soft lips. 

“You okay, Darlin’?” He drawls, nipping at her earlobe. 

“More than okay.”

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Introduction

HI! I'm CC, i'm a multi-fandom fanfiction writer, professional reblogger and total fan girl. I love film and music, my favourite song at the moment is If You Lie Down With Me by Lana Del Rey. My favourite punctuation is the oxford comma and i'm honestly just not very consistent with uploading. Sorry!

Things I will NEVER Write About

Pedophillia, necrophilia, vorarephilia (no offence,) racist characters, lolita, r4pe

Things I Definitely will Write About!

Challengers

WLW

Usually always fem! reader but maybe a few exceptions...?

Always character x reader because why not?

Sinners

Basically any person I find attractive that is of legal age :P

nsfw

sfw

fluff

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Art probably didn’t use to shave his pubes before Tashi was his coach but Patrick always had full bush!

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i absolutely adore your pastor’s son art but..hear me out…pastors son patrick 😈 but unlike art he is lowkey sacrilegious and not as hard to drag into sin like art

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♱ pastor’s son!patrick zweig x reader

cw (18+) : switch!patrick, switch!reader, mild corruption kink, mutual masturbation, giving each other a hand, general filth and dirty talk

patrick’s a good boy.

a true believer; he’s someone who idolizes his father, the only pastor in his small town, and does everything he can to remain physically and emotionally devout. doing bible studies alone in his bedroom, attending every service that’s held, upholding the religious teachings that have been woven into his very soul from a young age.

but.. that’s not to say that temptation is easy for him to push down and pray away.

temptation is more like a toxic friend that mumbles dirty little nothings into his ear when all he wants to do is avoid the draw of engaging in sin. it thumbs the waistband of his underwear when it’s late at night and he can’t stop thinking about the curves of people’s bodies. it licks warmly at his lower stomach when he catches you sparing him a glance on your way out the tall church doors. and god, your lips.. oh, your lips..

temptation is more like a sick, twisted, toothy monster that clings to his back and digs its claws into his flesh. bleeds him out from the puncture wounds, letting the filth leave his body and become realized. it’s impossible to ignore. it gets him into trouble.

you’re mostly to blame though. this time, at least.

you had chatted him up after a particularly stirring sermon, when everyone had already left, and then relished in the flush of his cheeks that had been so deep in color it almost hid his freckles completely. you’d touched his arm and smiled all sweet, your poison seeping into his frame from your fingertips. he tried to resist, he really did.

if temptation was a monster trying to fuse to his spine, it was certainly your henchman.

now you’re sitting beside him in an empty pew in the empty building. heads turned toward one another as shared, heavy, stuttered breathing echoes out into the spacious church. despite it being a peaceful place, it’s beginning to smell of nothing but sticky immorality. it’s easy to pick up on the scent of sweat from warm bodies and faint musk from the fluids involuntarily spilling forth.

his hand is shoved down into his unzipped jeans and past the elastic of his boxers, pumping himself shakily as he watches you play with yourself at the same time. your fingers rub quickly at the sensitive spot that makes you feel hot all over. patrick spares half a glance to your hand’s movements as you shift it underneath the shielding fabric, and lets out a soft, strangled sort of sound at the sight.

“does that feel good?” he breathes out, his voice breaking around a moan as he accidentally thumbs his tip. it’s already covered in his fluids. slimy and lewd.

you nod quickly, your brow pinched up and your legs trembling.

“y-yeah, feels really nice,” you murmur, “how does your cock feel?”

immediately, his legs kick out in front of him and he sinks a little in his seat—his stomach flipping pleasantly at the sound of that vile word slipping from your mouth. cock. he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and bites down hard to stop himself from saying something stupid like “please, say that again”.

this is the first time he’s ever seen someone else touching their body this way, let alone with him. this is all so new and thrilling and terrifying, but he can’t help but enjoy it—it’s ironically the closest he’s felt to salvation in a very long time. his hips feel floaty, his head is spinning, and his toes are curling in his shoes. he doesn’t quite remember how he let you talk him into this.

“.. aah, oh— it’s so good..” he shakes.

you swallow thickly and arch your pelvis into your circling fingers. you hump your touch, trying to get more friction. thrumming bursts of heat begin to burst in your lower stomach like fireworks..

patrick suddenly keens and cries out, pulling his wet palm from his bottoms in half of a second, like he just burned himself on a scorching stovetop. he pants raggedly and then looks to you with lidded, watercolor eyes. loose brown curls hang in front of his forehead as he parts his lips.

“i almost—..” he can’t finish the sentence, reaching his digits up to tug at his damp collar. it’s like god is actively punishing him by cooking him alive. he’s never felt quite so overheated. and he does feel guilty, more than he’s willing to admit to himself, but you’re all he can see right now. there’s no way he’s going to give this up. not a chance in hell.

he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing until he’s doing it. his clean hand reaching for your occupied wrist, guiding you out of your underwear and then down into his own. he gives you a pleading look, a desperate one, and then his jaw slacks when he feels you instantly wrap your touch around his throbbing length. how is it that you know exactly what to do? have you done this before? with who?

he tries not to get jealous. he’s in absolutely no position to feel that way.

all thoughts melt away anyways when you begin to stroke him. up, down, up, down, up, down; the squelching of your tightening hold on him only further igniting his forbidden arousal. it’s hypnotic, and holy fuck, it’s so much better than doing it himself.

everything feels so sensitive.

“please, just touch me,” he shudders out, looking deep into your eyes as he instinctively reaches out to find your body. his fingers inch down past the waistband of your panties to brush over the swollen bud hidden beneath. just the feeling of your soft, squishy flesh sends him careening towards the edge. he’s losing it quickly. almost embarrassingly so.

your knee knocks into his as you whine, spreading your legs farther apart to give him more access. your own release only a handful of agonizing moments away.

you’re both filling the place with sounds filthy enough to shatter the stained glass. the fragments that would come down in the wreckage to slice at your bodies would be less painful than this act of teetering on the precipice of something so primal and grotesque.

he swipes his fingers awkwardly from side to side over your parts as he fumbles with the angle of his touch and his lack of experience. but despite all of that, it feels incredible. your legs clamp around him and your back arches up from the wooden pew. your fist glides over his frenulum as you jolt.

he leans in closer, almost close enough to kiss you, and chokes on a whimper.

“im think i’m about to— im ’bout to—..!”

his voice shakes the earth.

the waves of overwhelming sensation in your body start to flare; your muscles pulling taut as patrick’s do the same.

“i think im really gonna come.. i-is it okay if i come—?” he whispers, whiny and urgent.

like a plea. a prayer.

“yeah, yeah, yeah.. me too..” it tumbles from your chest and stills the air around you.

everything stops for just a moment.

him gasping and squeezing his eyes shut. you gripping the edge of the wood below you with your free hand, nearly squealing as his thumb flicks messily over your bead of nerves. he jerks forward in his seat before seizing up at the sound of your strained little noise—toppling over the edge with a jarring finality that seals him in his shame and blinding pleasure. he all but wails.

wet warmth meets your skin and you touch him through the waves of orgasm that have him promising to repent. your own climax rips moans from your throat and forces you to gush into your clothing. patrick doesn’t even know what to think, not that he can, brain much too melted to salvage any coherency. the sound of bells and doves and the choir fills his head. ringing out deafeningly, like a sick joke. he can’t seem to come down from the high.

he trembles as he pushes down softly on your slick bud, then collapses afterwards into a heap of jelly-like limbs. you follow not a second later. you're both a mess of slick parts and damp faces.

he wipes at his upper lip and then his cheek.

“oh my-..” he trails off, knowing he probably shouldn’t finish the sentiment. he’s already on bad terms. no need to make it worse for him later in the confessional. he sighs, still feeling your hand resting around his softening dick. he tries not to think about the fact that he covered your fingers in his depravity, but the thought comes and goes without his permission anyway. his flesh twitches. he stifles a groan.

“yeah.. woah..” you smirk lazily,

he gets the urge to drop to his knees and pull you down with him. to press his lips to yours before bowing his head and asking for forgiveness. that would probably be the proper thing to do. the better thing. his dad always says that the harder something is to do, the more likely that it’s the right thing to do. he doesn’t know if that’s true, but.. holding himself back from kissing you while also grappling with the remorse has him struggling to maintain composure.

patrick vows right then to never repeat this sort of thing in the future, to refuse the clutches of temptation whenever it pricks his skin again, but the vow begins to crack the moment he feels your index finger lazily rub at the vein bulging from his shaft. he inhales sharply through gritted teeth at the sensitivity, and then turns his head to look to your expression. eyes glazing over with reigniting desire.

he can deny it no longer. oh, you are temptation in human form, flesh and bone.

you’re inescapable.

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happy birthday the most impactful throuple of the last decade <33

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˚ ༘🎾 ೀ⋆🎾｡˚ HAPPY CHALLENGERSVERSARY BRATS! ˚ ༘🎾 ೀ⋆🎾｡˚

🍏 i know it’s been ages since i have updated. yes, i am very much alive. just went radio silent for a few months. enough about me, it’s our favorite movie’s day! happy one year to the movie that has brought us all together <3 our favorite brats, art donaldson, patrick zweig and tashi duncan, have buried their fictional selves into our lives through just one sexy ass film. they live within us and through lil’ memes, fics, and whatnots. without our beloved silly little film, i wouldn’t have made this account and got to interact with you, my fellow brats <333 a life update will be coming soon (remind me, please?) happy challengersversary to everyone celebrating!

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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 ) ✅️

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

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yeah cuz who wouldn’t

need to be nose deep in zweig bush

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ZERO oscar nominations for challengers is criminal justice for my babies that movie defined 2024

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why didn’t i notice how bricked up patrick was

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In my feelings

song rec: In my feelings - Lana Del Rey

nsfw

wlw, female reader, femdom Tashi

mommy kink

Tashi looked up into your pretty eyes, admiring the shape of your face as you crawled on top of her, sitting on her lap. She held onto your waist tightly, you squealed and giggled when you kissed her, it was total bliss. It was the current most exciting thing in your life, the way that Tashi would obsess over you, the way she would kiss you with such dominance and aggression, her long, slender fingers tracing over your body. The way she would always look for you in the crowd when you would watch her tennis matches, she would wink at you and you had to pull down your skirt, cross your legs and hide the blush that spread across your cheeks. No one knew about you two, maybe that’s what made it all the more fun. Sexy. Or maybe it made it tiring, hurtful.

Tashi groaned against your lips, flipping you over so she was in between your legs, your ankles glued on her waist as she kisses you and gropes your breasts. “Mmm, you taste good.” You breathe into her ear. Tashi was wearing a sweet cherry lip gloss. You sucked on her lip, cherishing the taste of it on your tongue, you were a mess. Moaning and whimpering. Tashi pulled away, smirking before reaching over to grab something out of her drawer. “I bought you a little something…” She giggles, her fingers lazily tracing your clit through your soaked panties. She opened a black, rectangular box, it was sleek. Expensive. A glittery pink dildo. You scoff and looks into her eyes, she catches your gaze. As if you’re searching for conformation, she nods, still grinning. you gently remove it from the packaging and take it in your hands. “This is…new.” You two had never once used a strap-on with each other. It was usually just fingers or eating each other out. God this was…so hot. Your eyes flutter as you imagine Tashi using it on you. It was big too, of course it was. Tashi bought it. “Jesus..” you mumble under your breath, you earned a laugh from Tashi as she takes it from you, her soft hands grazing yours.

“Wanna try it?” Tashi had a soft voice, her braid was messy.

You nod almost too eagerly.

Her tongue was deep inside of you, she sucked on your clit, your moans were stifled by your own hand (the wall are thin and you like your neighbours.) Tashi had this little thing where she would switch from her mouth to her fingers whenever you were close. Teasing you, it was hell. You hated it but at the same time it felt so good. You felt so special with her. You were a whimpering, moaning mess. She laughed at you, took a couple of photos on her phone whilst her fingers still pumping inside of you.

“Look at you, so slutty. So pretty.” She giggled, you felt humiliated.

“Please can I c-cum? Tashi?” You were more desperate than usual, “call me something else…call me mommy.” She grinned, dipping her head back down to flick at your clit and suck, applying an immense amount of pressure. You were slightly taken aback by this, the idea of calling Tashi ‘mommy’ but you wanted to make her happy, so you complied.

“Can I please, ah! gah- fuck, can I please cum, m-mommy?” Your legs on her shoulders twitched and shook. She nods and you immediately come undone, your juices flowing out your body, eyes rolled back and back arching. Your breasts on full display, deliciously hard nipples. Tashi captured your kiss swollen lips, sloppily making out with you, tasting yourself on her lips and tongue. The strap-on was tossed on the bed. The light from the sunset shining onto her golden brown skin. Her brown doe eyes ignited like flames. She pulled away, her hands running down the curves of your body, her lips on your nipples, suckling gently. Your fingers twisting in her hair, messing it up further.

“So perfect…” Tashi mumbled against your skin, looking up at you for your reaction, she was not surprised that you were swooning over her, face flushed and hair sticking to your face. You reach up to grope at Tashi’s breasts, playing with her nipples between your fingers. Her lips part slightly and the air becomes thicker. She swiftly reaches over to grab the harness for the strap-on. Her fingers wrapping around the sparkling dildo as she adjusts it, easily buckling the strap around her waist and hips. You can’t breathe. It certainly was a pleasant sight to see.

“T-tashi?” She looks down at you, humming in response, as if to say “what?”

“Have you like…done this before?” Tashi tilts her head.

“Like, have you used a strap on anyone else?” She just laughs, shaking her head and kissing your forehead.

“You’re the first, hopefully I do this right.” You place your hand on her cheek. “Tashi Duncan, you do everything right.” She nuzzles into your touch, closing her eyes and gently placing a pec against your palm. This made your heart fill with warmth, your whole body full with warmth, sunshine. She pulled away from you gently as she adjusted the tip of the strap to your entrance, squirting a clear dash of lube onto it and evenly disturbing it onto the length. You watched her hands carefully. She leaned back down as she started to enter you, her forehead against yours. The tip alone was sending a sinful sting through your core, you haven’t had sex with a man in a while. You had been so caught up with Tashi. You had no time for men. You gulp as she entered further, slowly and carefully. You gripped onto her shoulder tightly, little whines and whimpers leaving your mouth every second.

“You’re taking it so well, such a good girl.”

You moaned. Directly in her ear. Very loudly. Shit. Your eyes widen like cherry pies immediately and her hand is plastered over your mouth. “Damn, ok, since you can’t be quiet…i’m not going to be gentle.” You whine, making those sad puppy eyes but she completely ignores them. Her hips snapping into you, the bead springs squeaking and your sweat slicked skin slapping together. Your moans grow louder against her hand, you licked at it desperately. “Mmph! Tash! Please!” Was all you could say, still muffled by her hand. You felt Tash’s free hand move to your clit, rubbing right circles around it, rambling praises that were muffled by the sound of the bed squeaking and your moans. Your, pretty, delicious, moans. You firmly grip onto the bedsheets as you feel your walls clamp down on the toy and your legs tremble. The knot in your stomach releasing. Tashi removed her hand and pressed her sweaty forehead against yours, panting heavily. You glowed, she kissed you, lovingly.

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OH MY GODDDD

art donaldson kyle spencer from ahs coven au does this matter to anyone else

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ART DONALDSON HEADCANONS

nsfw below the cut

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✧˚ · Really clingy, I mean this one is OBVIOUS but he’s clingy to a point that it gets annoying. He always has to be touching you, whether that would be on your thigh or even just slightly grazing the side of your hand while your watching a movie. He loves your scent and stole one of your shirts to use as a pillowcase.

✧˚ · Hardcore hopeless romantic, he’s obsessed with romcoms and listens to the smiths. Will make you mixtapes especially during the stanford era. He loves it when you wear his shirts, sings you to sleep and buys you a ridiculous amount of flowers.

nsfw headcannons!

✧˚ · I just know that he’s vocal, probably a power bottom, would tease you and especially when he’s about to finish start getting louder and moaning directly into your ear.

✧˚ · Cums from eating you out. There I said it. He would be so whiny, he’d probably get embarrassed by it too.

✧˚ · Gets into a dominant state after winning in a tennis match, he’s very soft though and talks you through it no matter what. He always asks if you’re okay. He kisses your forehead and worships you while he fucks the life out of you.