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oh? i have to watch this soon

Maybe I didn’t like the movie but I will say i got puppy art vibes from the way Ivan fucked ok

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this is what happened in new rochelle

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it would cure me i think

i’m a bisexual girl in need of a bisexual man

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Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

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my lil yea yea

i need to curl his little ringlets around my finger

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and id be an avid follower

I think Patrick would have a nsfw Twitter account FOR SUREEE 🤭🤭

Patrick who posts actually filthy videos of him jerking off, his hands covered in pre cum and spit and the sound is lewd and disgusting, he’s stroking himself so fast, almost fucking his fist. Balls slapping against the side of his hand and he looks so pretty, eyes rolled back and a little smirk on his face because he’s thinking of you and now class is awkward because you didn’t expect your partner for your research project to post those kinds of videos.

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always about him

his sad eyes and fat cock have captivated me

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well yes

had the craziest thought about art cumming on my face and then patrick licking it off, i’m trying to be normal im trying to be normal 😛

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GODDDDDDDDD

Patrick coaching Art through his first blowjob, graciously offering his girlfriend’s and his own mouth. Art’s so whiny and squirmy, bucking up into your hot mouths, especially when you’re mouthing at one side of his cock and Patrick’s mouthing at the other. Poor baby’s just stuck between the two of you as you make out with his dick in the middle, essentially. Finally you quit teasing and take him into your mouth, down the wet heat of your throat. Sweet and a little. You go for a while then Patrick has his turn, meaner and sloppier than you— gagging, sucking on the tip until Art cries.

Patrick jerks Art off onto your waiting tongue and severely underestimates how much his best friend comes until he’s painting your face in thick, messy ropes— dropping onto your eyelashes, your cheeks, your chin. Patrick grabs your face and licks until there’s no trace left. Art nearly dies.

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need this so bad in a not chill way

veryyyy desperately need to be in the clothes sharing loop with art, tashi, and patrick .... stealing art's hats right off his head, asking patrick "is that my sweatshirt ???" even though ik damn well he looks better in it :/, accidentally slipping on tashi's shoes instead of mine when i overslept in her dorm n im late to class ... sigh ,,,,

GODDDD cutesy stanford era polycule <333 The four of you sharing shirts/jackets/hoodies. You and Tashi swap shoes and dresses and pants. Borrowing Art or Patrick's boxers to sleep in when it's hot. You and Tashi sharing lipgloss and borrowing makeup/jewelry. Patrick borrowing one of you or Tashi's stud/hoop earrings for his piercing. Sharing shampoos/colognes/perfumes. borrowing Patrick's nice, fancy button down shirts because the fabric is expensive and sooo nice.

At a certain point when you go out shopping you start shopping for everyone instead of just buying something you want. Like you hold up a t-shirt and you're like hmmm i like this and tashi would definitely steal it <3 or grabbing a hoodie with your fav basketball team like "ugh this looks good but art hates this team".

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need need need to rub all over him

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release the tapes now

Been thinking about Patrick teaching Art how to masturbate

Patrick lowering himself down onto his stomach and between Art's legs on their pushed together beds, encouraging Art to continue despite his clear embarrassment.

Coaxing him into bringing his other hand down to his balls, only to end up doing it himself because the blonde's hands are shaking too much.

Once Art begins to get closer, so does Patrick. His hot breath fanning over Art's tip as he encourages him breathlessly.

Art shooting thick ropes of cum, half of which lands on his best friend's tongue, dribbling down his chin

And Art cums a lot and Patrick only wants to help. Sucking Art's tip into his warm mouth, licking his slit as he swallows him down

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I started shaking and vibrating reading this my god

Art jerking off as fast as he can the few random times Patrick leaves their hotel room while they’re at tournaments. He’s really, like, clinical with it— he just wants to cum as fast as possible. There’s no exploration, no teasing. He spits in his palm the same way Patrick showed him and fucks into his fist until he cums.

Patrick went out expecting a blowjob, and winds up getting stood up after the girl gets cold feet, so he trudges back to his room, already pent up and buzzing under his skin. It’s just his luck he walks into the room to see Art propped against the headboard of his bed, fist blurry from how fast it’s moving.

“Jesus Christ, dude, you’re gonna give yourself a friction burn.” Art yelps in surprise, throws a pillow over his lap to cover himself up, like the damage wasn’t already done ten times over. Patrick doesn’t give a shit. He relishes in making Art blush and squirm. He throws himself onto the bed, between Art’s thighs, and grins up at the blond. “You still jerk off the exact same way after six years?”

Art’s face wrinkles. “How else could I do it?”

So many ways. So, so many ways. But Patrick tries to be casual about it. “Dunno… you don’t touch anything else?” He tries not to act interested, like the answer won't plague his every waking moment the second it passes his lips.

"Dude, I don't finger myself. 'm not a girl," Art says, but the whiny affectation it comes out with doesn't help.

And fuck, that wasn't even what Patrick was thinking, but knowing that Art's mind went there... fuck, it does something to him. Patrick tries his best to push that thought deep, deep into the recesses of his mind and brings a smarmy little grin to his lips. It helps to hide his desperate interest.

"Yeah, but what about here-" he flicks Art's nipple and the blond squirms, which, incidentally, makes him buck up against the pillow. His cheeks burn hot and he tries and fails to make his glare look deadly.

"No." Art snaps. "I told you, I'm not a girl."

"I'm trying to help, you know. For old time's sake, you dickhead." He's trying to do more than just help. Patrick was the fucking king of hidden intentions. Of leading Art to do something for his own benefit. "It can feel better."

Art swallows, nose twitching slightly. It reminds Patrick of a bunny being led into a snare. He's not entrapping Art, of course. If Art just... told Patrick to fuck off, he'd go. Of course he would. He'd find some other hot tennis player to suck his dick.

"It can?" Art's pretty eyes are earnest, his pupils swallowing up all that pretty blue. Patrick smiles like the cat who got the cream and tugs the pillow away. When it lands at the headboard, he tries to ignore the large wet spot on the case. He's so hard in his shorts he thinks he'll pass out.

"Yeah," Patrick says. He grabs Art's wrist and moves his hand back between his thighs, past the twitching length of his dick. He moves his fingers over Art's and guides him to squeeze, so he's cupping his balls. The way precum dribbles from his tip isn't lost on Patrick. "Feels good."

Not a question, just... the first thing that he could think of. But Art nods regardless, his hand shaky as he gives a small squeeze. Patrick's eyes train on the expanse of his throat as Art's head falls back.

"God—" Art pants. "That's... yeah—"

Fuck yeah it is. Patrick swallows— all but licks his lips with big hearts in his eyes like a cartoon character. "Do it again. While you jerk off."

Art gulps and Patrick tracks the bob of his adam's apple. The blond exhales shakily and takes his cock into his trembling hand, his grip lax and hesitant. His other hand just barely teases over his sac, making his balls twitch and draw up. Fuck, Art’s so pretty— shaved smooth everywhere, flushed pink and needy, slick with pre.

Patrick wants Art’s cock stuffed down his throat so badly that he’s dizzy with it. “Let me, you’re not doin’ it right—“ Patrick says, and he replaces Art’s hand with his own. The blond whines and bucks up into his fist, legs kicking out.

“Patrick—“ He groans, but he doesn’t move Patrick’s hand, doesn’t squirm out of reach. “Fuck, Pat—“

Patrick swallows, moves closer. Art’s knuckles practically skim his jaw each time his hand reaches the head of his cock. His hips buck like he’s seeking the warmth of Patrick’s mouth. God, he wants that.

“See? Feels good, huh?” Patrick goads. He gives another firm squeeze and Art sobs pathetically, little ah, ah, ahs punched out from his lungs. Art nods, his curls plastered against his forehead. All of his words escape in breathy whines— yeah, feels good, so fucking good, Pat, god, please, please please please don’t stop, need it, do it again, fuck—

Patrick feels Art’s balls draw up, knows he’s going to come before Art even has a chance to warn him, not that he’s particularly verbose about it. All he manages is a mumbled, “Nnngghh— coming, coming—“ and he’s shooting warm, thick ropes of cum.

Art comes a lot. He’s always known the blond makes a mess, but Patrick never dreamed he’d be on the recieving end of a fucking facial from good Christian boy Art Donaldson himself. He feels Art’s cum paint his face, practically glazing him. It drips into his open mouth and he moans without thinking, his eyes fluttering shut as art comes and comes and comes.

When he’s finally spent, Art sobs weakly, collapsing back against the pillows. Patrick opens his eyes, licks the taste of Art’s spend from his lips, and looks at how fucking messy his cock is, dripping with pearly white. Patrick leans forward and licks, the same way he’s teasingly licked Art’s face, or his hand when they’re messing around. A long, messy lave of his tongue that makes Art’s toes curl into the duvet, muscles twitching until Patrick finally relents.

“Fuck,” Art says, breathless, exhausted, satisfied. “That’s… that was… I’m not gay.”

Right. He runs his hand through the cooling cum on his chin and smears it across Art’s face until his whines in protest and kicks Patrick off. “It’s not gay,” Patrick assures him, wiping his face with that same fucking pillow from earlier. One of them would have to sleep on it, but they could use the flip side. “I was just teaching you again. Don’t worry about it.”

Art nods, trying to convince himself through sheer delusion. That it wasn’t gay, that he didn’t like it, that he doesn’t have feelings for Patrick that can’t be explained away as being best friends.

Patrick taught him again, the way he did before. Only this time, he taught Art that when he wants to come hard, all he has to do is think about dark curls and blue eyes and a smarmy fucking grin.

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6. “Heaven in Your Mouth”

Rafe Cameron x Gn!Reader

꒰Throat Fucking + Breath Play꒱ - 708

• dating, light asphyxiation, jealousy, degradation (r receiving)

kinktober m.list

Rafe was always upset about something, but more recently it had been about guys being around you. If you were just friends it was whatever, but he never trusted a single random guy that approached you. Why would he? He knew how they thought. However, you had been able to teach him how to calm himself down instead of taking it out on whatever guy thought you were single.

That didn’t mean he didn’t find a way to get his anxious energy out.

Laying on your back, your head was hanging off the bed, mouth wide open. Rafe stood in front of your face, dick shoved down your throat as you swallowed around his length. The muscles of your throat constricted and pulsed, trying to coax him deeper than he already was.

Rafe drew out before sliding back in, his tip hitting the back of your throat. When you gagged in response, he pulled back again, rubbing tender circles on the side of your neck. He was jealous, but this wasn’t to hurt you. “You good?” Your garbled words made him raise a questioning eyebrow.

He waited until you nodded before thrusting back in. Your spit soaked lips brushed against his trimmed pubes, wrapping tightly around the base of him. The tip of your nose drug against his balls, breathing in his scent. Rafe was always so clean, the smell of his body wash lingering as well as his natural musk, with a hint of sweat from the party you had been at.

You moaned at him filling your senses and his eyebrows furrowed. “You like that?” Rafe laughed, hands cupping the back of your neck, “You’re fuckin’ nasty.” He didn’t back down though, hips angling down to keep your throat stuffed with him. You could feel heat pooling in your gut as you squirmed on the mattress, needy for more.

The imprint of his dick’s movement was visible from the outside of your throat, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip. “Fuckin’ stay still.” Experimentally, he slid one of his hands to the front of your throat and lightly pressed down. “Jesus,” Rafe mused when he felt himself throb under his hand.

The action already began cutting off the oxygen flow to your lungs. Rafe originally planned to let off after a second, but your debauched moan only urged him on. Holding your neck a little tighter, he fucked himself into your mouth. Your teeth gently scratched over his sensitive skin, never digging in too hard. He was on cloud nine, thrusting in and out rhythmically. You were in the same boat, twisting your shirt in your hands as tears collected in your eyes.

Letting up, Rafe pulled out enough for you to greedily gulp down air, light headed and blissful. He bit his lip, thrusting back in as his balls slapped against your face, nose once again pressing at his sac. Cocking his head to look down, he took in your blissed out expression, tears sliding over the sides of your face. “Knew you were a slut.” 

He smirked, hands moving to hold onto the edge of his bed as he curled over you, pumping himself down your throat. “Knew you’d like this shit.” As if you were a toy for him, he got himself off as he did all the work. “Fuck that’s good.” Feeling your tongue swirl around him, his hips bucked forward. “Keep doing that and I’m goin’ to cum.” Your eyes squeezed shut, cheeks hollowing as you sucked passionately.

Rafe’s jaw loosened to drop his mouth open, chest heaving. His hips moved with a mind of their own, choked sounds coming from his lips. “Fuck, fuck, shiiit.” His knuckles turned a pearly white as he gripped the bed tighter. Hips suddenly jerking to a stand still, his cum spilled down your throat.

Rafe’s eyes rolled back, eyelids fluttering as he groaned long and low. You swallowed thickly, overflowing cum spilling from your lips. When Rafe came back down to earth he pulled himself from your swollen lips, helping you to a sit. His fingers slid over the mess on your lips, coming up to his own to lick his cum off them.

“Perfect fuckin’ mouth,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to yours.

tags: @babybatlover, @starrgurl46, @wowzers-07, @nenukkjhj, @morgan0lw21, @kinokomoonshine, @slut4ddn, @marirxse, @adventures-of-impala, @daisymamaisy-blog

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this is so 💀💀💀💀💀

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art donaldson

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five months still thinking about #challangers