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[straykidsgallery]

Happy Sunshine For The Most Beautiful Sunshine ☀️ @yonglixx 💛

[kisses4kaia]

plsss I NEED switch!Patrick x switch!Reader with like, him being dominant in the beginning and sub in the end, with them mentioning art the whole time trying to make each other jealous about him? Idk if it make sense but kinda like when tashi was saying patrick should be intimidated by art except in that case they both had sex with him (separately) and they're more like "yeah? can art make you cum this fast hm?" etc

okay👍👍👍👍👍(im actually drooling this is so good ty angelnon)

“on his birthday, i fucked him so good he forgot his own name,” patrick boasted, pressing hot, angry, open-mouthed kisses to your puffy lips. “i do that everyday,” you breath out, pulling your shorts down desperately, throwing them somewhere obscured in your tiny dorm. he’d already undressed amidst the heat of your quarreling, and you were grateful. you didn’t know how long you could wait and stay sane before he would finally fuck you.

patrick huffs from above you, throwing your leg over his shoulder and bullying his unfairly sized cock into your cunt. he’s ramming into you at such a speed where you can hardly feel when he’s snapping his hips back and at what point does he push back in. “i fuck him better, i fuck him so much better,” is all you can mutter out, tugging on patrick’s hair as your hips grind up onto his un-groomed pelvis, unable to get close enough to him. “mm-mm, nope. have you ever made him cum dry? i have.”

“he ever let you film him?” is your rebuttal, smirking cruelly at patrick as he nearly whimpers at your confession; he makes a mental note to himself to ensure he sees it—by any means necessary.

patrick quickly finds himself getting lost in the heat of it all, the brutal nips at his throat upon dipping his head in the crook of your neck make him melt.

he’s made himself pliable enough for you to ease his full weight onto you with no protest. he whines as you slip his cock out of you, but his head stays buried in the junction between your head and shoulder. your hand slides between the two of you, tugging at his cock and using your free hand to prompt him to look you in the eye.

“you wanna come?” you falsely pout at the darkened blue eyes boring into yours. “mhm, yes. please,” he says, not really begging because he knows you would never deny him an orgasm… right?

“say you can’t fuck him like i can.” your voice is completely devoid of any of the sweetness dripping from it just moments ago. patrick shakes his head ‘no’, resulting in a harsh tug on his scalp. “so what i’m hearing is you really want me to get up and make you watch me get myself off, and then leave? that’s what you want, patrick?”

he shakes his head fervently, “no, no, no, please,” if he’s begging to cum or begging to change the conditions, you don’t know, but you cup your palm over patrick’s flushed tip regardless, circling over it and making him squirm atop you.

“say it.”

“i can’t fuck him like you can! fuck, you’re better than me, so much fucking better. please, i wanna cum, pleasepleasepleaseplease—“

he’s had enough, you’d decided. “cum, patrick.”

those words have him unraveling, a load unlike one you’ve ever seen comes out of him, shooting all over his and your bare stomachs and your hand.

his dick fucks into your hand languidly as he rides out his own climax. you make sure to clean him up with your mouth, and patrick’s fingers drive you to your finish.

and when the high is gone and the smell of sex in lingering in your dorm, you fall asleep on your friend’s chest.

little do you know, when patrick is sure you’re asleep, he grabs your phone, punches in tashi’s birthday for your password, and opens your camera roll. he’s only looking for one thing when he not only finds the amateur film, but also photos of his girlfriend’s naked body splayed out on the very bed he lie on now.

he looks at you no different the next morning.

[orions-bolt]

The rock I cling to in a storm 🪨 ⛈️

Celebrating 7 years with @fell-contract today 🤍

[putonyourbathingsuits]

"I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe[...]. I wouldn't be surprised if poetry--poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs--is how the world works. The world isn't logical, it's a song."

Happy Birthday David Byrne (May 14, 1952)

[povertygoblin]

Safe in Fathers Arms

[cheruib]

tomorrow last day of fasting !!!!! then it’s eid!! 🥳

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

I can’t get over how especially squish they both look here

[aikatoru]

Reblog for larger sample size 😂

[olmoonlight]

baby 👶👼🍼

[flowercrowngods]

you said soft things so have this little thing very loosely based on how my first birthday after I moved away from home to live hours away from my family my brother got me a flower delivery thing each month for half a year. So for six months I had the same guy deliver flowers to me, it wasn’t anything but like… it could be, I can make it steddie (it’s 3:30 am and I wrote this in my notes so sorry for any mistakes)

So, Steve who moved kind of far away for college and is living in a shitty student apartment and hasn’t decorated it a lot and Robin thinks he needs something nice to look at every day and something to remind him he has people that loves him when he convinces himself that they’ve forgotten about him now that he’s away. So she gets him a flower delivery once a month with notes saying encouraging messages or bad jokes, sometimes a tiny update. It helps him, he’s not doing badly or anything and actually enjoys studying but he misses his friends.

Then we have Eddie who’s the flower delivery guy, it’s his side job, or it’s his main job and then he also gets payed to play some gigs sometimes. Either way, he delivers flowers. Mostly it’s to old people from their grandchildren, for birthdays, and from someone’s partner, often a partner that has fucked up (he also hand writes the messages that come in with the order and he’s had to write some very pleading apology ones in his time)

He has a monthly order to the same guy, the same gorgeous guy who last time opened the door looking so soft with glasses sliding down his nose and hair all messy and holding a cup of half drunk coffee and gave him such a warm smile he almost proposed to this stranger on the spot.

Every month he’s both so excited to deliver his flowers and also dreads it because he’s 99% sure this guys girlfriend sends them, that they’re long distance and she gets him flowers every month with little notes that he has to write, this month it was ‘I scraped up my whole leg climbing up the tree outside my window sneaking back into my room, I don’t know how you used to do that all the time.’ So like, obviously high school sweethearts if he used to sneak into her room.

So, it’s great because he gets to see this guy who’s stupidly pretty and always gets this wondrous look on his face like he’s still in awe about the flowers months in and that’s honestly the highlight of Eddie’s day. But, it’s awful because he also has to hand him flowers from someone else knowing he’s just some insignificant middle man.

Steve at this point gets more excited about the guy who delivers the flowers than the flowers, he loves them and all but this guy who comes every month and with a dimpled smile hands them over is taking over his brain. He doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable by asking him out though, like he’s doing his job and it feels inappropriate.

He complains to Robin who time after time tells him to just ask the guy out, if he says no it may be a little awkward but it’s a tiny interaction once a month it’s fine. Steve knows she’s right but still doesn’t, is afraid to break the spell of their monthly exchange. Robin grows tired of his pining though and the next time she places an order she makes the note ‘the guy who gets the flowers wants to ask the delivery guy out but keeps chickening out so I’m doing it for him: Delivery guy with bangs and ‘the prettiest brown eyes’ will you go out with Steve?’

Eddie reads that message of the order, has to write that message out with wide confused eyes and hope rising in his chest. When Steve opens his door he shoves the flowers at him and blurts out “I thought you were dating Robin”

Steve gives him a confused look, which yeah of course he does, so Eddie takes a breath and tells him to read the note. The confusion on Steve’s face slowly fades and is replaces with red cheeks and a sheepish smile.

He clears his throat and glances up at Eddie. “She’s my best friend,” he tells him, “may or may not get to keep that title depending on how this goes.”

Eddie is feeling too many things to say more than a breathy, “yes.” At Steve’s raised eyebrow though he clarifies.

“Yes I’ll go out with you.” Then a sudden horrifying thought hits him, “if you actually want that and your friend isn’t joking or got it wrong or-“

“Does 8 o’clock tonight work for you?”

Eddie nods and Steve’s smile gets wider with each frantic jerk of his chin.

“It’s a date then.”

and then on their first date, eddie gets flowers for the first time. doesn’t have to deliver them, doesn’t have to give them away, no, these ones are his to keep, and he allows himself to take a deep breath for the first time, getting to enjoy the way they smell, the way he always watched people do. never once taking his eyes off steve, who watches with a smile. 🥹

[yonglixx]

he’s so soft looking 🥲🥲

[taegularities]

🤍🫂🌹

[bigdumbbambieyes]

unsafe requests huh mmm something outside? 👀 steve loving on billy hours pls 🥺👉👈💖

ofc babe!! here you are 🤍

it’s the time after spring and before summer and steve’s behind the arcade, pressing his boyfriend into the wall there, cigarettes forgotten at their feet.

it’s stupid, to do this. especially in the daylight. but, with billy looking at him like that, all blue eyes and a blond curl on his forehead, his mouth wrapped around a filter - steve couldn’t resist.

sliding his mouth against billy’s, breathing a moan into it like it’s the only air his boyfriend needs, clutching at his shoulders with cramping fingers as billy licks into his mouth, wet and hot and demanding, like he always is.

drowning in the scent of him, his cologne and the cigarette smoke and mint gum. the touch and feel of his body through rough denim and a thin shirt, the way their hearts beat together in time where their chests are touching.

god, he loves billy so much he could fucking die.

he pulls away, just a little, and grins as billy eagerly follows him, desperate to keep their lips locked for as long as he can.

“slow down,” steve murmurs, sliding his hand down billy’s back and further to the swell of his ass, gripping it through his jeans, “lemme just…love on you, okay?”

billy huffs in annoyance, but he looks willing so he concedes easily, going soft and pliant, ready to let steve do as he pleases.

and he does. sliding his mouth across billy’s jaw and neck, steve mumbles sweet things to his sweet thing, kisses that sensitive spot on billy’s neck just to hear the soft sounds he makes. he can feel the heat of billy’s face as he presses a kiss to the blond’s cheek, peppering his lips down to that mustache and then to his lips — coaxing billy’s tongue into his mouth again with a gentle suck.

his hand smoothes to the front of billy’s jeans, rubs at the firm shape there, murmurs hotly, “this for me?”

billy nods, his brows furrowing as he ruts his hips into steve’s hand.

“want me to make you cum?” steve whispers, licking across those full lips.

the little whine his boyfriend gives tells him ‘yes’.

he’s quick about it, tugging billy’s jeans open as he kisses him, sliding his hand into the blond’s pants to feel him there, slick and sticky already.

steve can’t help it, he moans, “slut,” into billy’s mouth and grins at the choked moan he receives in return.

“so sweet for me,” he murmurs, ducking his head to kiss at billy’s neck again because he wants to hear every little sound he makes, “love you so much, baby, just wanna make you feel good all the time…”

“you do,” billy whispers shakily, his eyes half-lidded as steve strokes him up and down, slowly.

he gives billy a look, thumbs over the slit at the tip of his boyfriend’s cock, “you’re not lying?”

billy shakes his head ‘no’ and keens, staring straight into his eyes.

“fuck, you look so good,” steve sighs, kissing billy so sweet and chaste, as if he weren’t giving him a filthy handjob behind the arcade, the sound of his hand so loud now, “so gorgeous, billy, so amazing…”

“jesus — shut up,” billy whispers, his cheeks burning red and his eyes wet, overwhelmed by the emotions steve is making him feel.

“no,” steve hums, “maybe i’ll tell you every sappy thought i’ve ever had about you and you’re gonna cum from it.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t think your dick got the memo, baby.” steve smirks, lifts his other hand from billy’s hip to suck his finger into his mouth, watching billy watch him, his boyfriend all but falling into a trace.

he shoves that finger down into the back of billy’s pants, smoothes the wetness across his hole, murmurs heatedly, “you’d probably let me finger you against this wall if i asked.”

it sets billy off almost instantly, his face scrunching in pleasure as his jaw drops, a filthy little moan leaving his lips as he cums all over steve’s hand, rocking back against that teasing finger and the tight grip of his hand.

steve can’t help it, he kisses billy through it and sighs, “such a good boy for me, angel.” into his mouth.

billy can barely stand up, but steve’s got him. he tucks billy back into his pants and kisses him again, because he can’t get enough.

and when he feels billy’s thigh forcing itself between his own, his dick pressing against a muscled thigh perfectly, steve knows the praise and love is far from over.

[shesalittlelost]

Time to bring this back. She is so real for this lmao.

[cheruib]

i hope everyone who’s reading this stumbles upon a pretty wisteria tree on their walk

[pensat-i-fet]