#wait challenge

[thatzombieinafedora]

Wait for Zip!

[mibei]

Buying you time

[lvve-talks]

WINNER TAKES ALL ·⁀ ༄.°🎾 ₊⭒˚｡⋆

🏸˙✧˖° ༘ ⋆｡˚ coach!art x reader x tennisplayer!rafe jealous art, age gap (art is mid-late 30s, you and rafe are 20s), voyeurism, art calls rafe "kid" but everyone is adults!!, 18+ mdni it's my birthday!! so nothing better than something incredibly self indulgent for my first real smut (,,>ヮ<,,)!

you're art donaldson’s star student

the brightest star in his sky, damn the sun

he thinks you're an angel come down to earth, flying through the air in those little white pleated skirts

golden, perfect, pure

and then rafe cameron came along

all cockiness and aggression, if his rich parents weren’t paying him so much for private lessons, art would’ve dropped that bastard long ago

rafe had his sights set on you since the very first day he arrived to the court for lessons with art and there you were finishing up your own

little white pleated skirt that showed a glimpse of your underwear every time you jumped to return a ball

he makes sure to talk you up while you’re packing up your things, all dazzling, country club smile

you find him pretty, a little rough around the edges, but you knew the type of guy he was. spoiled rich boy with eyes that looked like they were hiding something

immediately art didn’t approve. watching from across the court with eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching extra tight with each chew of that minty gum in his mouth

art said rafe was a bad influence on you despite him being the one infatuated by his much younger student

at least he was looking out for you. making you better. he could tell just by looking at rafe that he’d only make you worse

he typically tried to keep the two of you apart, keeping your interactions to a minimum, but he saw how you started taking more time to stretch after practice. drawing your lithe limbs above your head and bending extra low whenever rafe arrived for his lesson. lingering. waiting.

and every time he’d see rafe’s eyes on you he’d snap “let’s go, cameron, warm up.” making sure he was occupied with something else

then you suggested he double up your lessons. something about a scrimmage for practice. he said no for weeks as you kept bugging him about it “trust me, he’s nowhere near your level. it’s not going to do a thing for you.”

the day he finally gave in, he regretted it the second he saw rafe’s cocky smile directed right at you from across the net like he had a single chance. he watched you go easy on him for a full set before he told you off for it. “we’re not gonna do this if you’re not gonna play right. what did i tell you about creating bad habits?”

at least he got the satisfaction of watching you take rafe’s ego down a peg after that

but then… god help him.

he was walking by the locker room after practice, towel slung over his neck and racket bag on his shoulder when he heard it. it sounded like you were crying out in pain, and he nearly dropped everything to rush in and help you when he heard what came next. his voice.

“fuckk you’re so fuckin’ tight,” rafe groaned and art froze. he couldn’t move a muscle

he was standing just inside the doorway, unable to see wherever rafe had you pinned up against a row of lockers, just listening. he felt like such a pervert, but he couldn’t leave, not when you sounded like that

every whine and moan sounded like the choir of heaven in his ears, it could almost drown out each disgusting word the other boy was grunting in your ear

“you like this? letting me fuck your brains out where anyone could hear? what if coach heard his perfect angel getting railed like a slut in the locker room?”

he had to make himself leave after that. it was too close. and he was far too hard from hearing the way you cried out even louder at that

after that incident, your lingering after practice stopped altogether. instead, you were rushing off to the locker room. checking your watch every minute for the last ten minutes of your lesson. so much so he had to scold you for it. “you have somewhere to be?”

not only that, but rafe started showing up to his lessons late. swaggering onto the court with mussed hair and red marks half-way hidden under the collar of his polo

it was driving art out of his mind, making him more and more irritable with the kid, making him run extra drills over and over hoping his hands would bleed or something in his shoulder would tear and he wouldn’t be able to touch you like that anymore

it finally got to the point where he had to sit you down at the end of your lesson to have a talk. you were fidgeting in your seat on the bench, your gaze constantly flicking to your watch or back towards the locker rooms. your knee was bouncing so anxiously, he had to reach out and lay his big hand on your thigh to keep it still

“i don’t think rafe is a good influence on you, sweetheart,” says the perv who fists himself every night thinking about the way you sounded on someone else’s cock

you tilt your head in confusion at him, looking like the sweetest little puppy and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from squeezing your leg too tight

“i’m moving your tuesday lessons to mondays,” he finally says with a sigh. no more overlap with rafe. no more lingering, no more running off, all of your time would be his

“what?” you sputter. as long as you’d been with him you’ve had lessons every tuesday, thursday, and friday, and now all of a sudden he thinks he can change things with a snap of his fingers?

“rafe’s taking your spot so he can have the earlier time,” he sighs as if it’s all the rich kid’s fault and not his own selfishness

“why does he get priority?” you scoff. “and what the hell does this have to do with his ‘influence’ on me?”

“well, i know you have the availability on mondays and his parents are paying me a ridiculous amount of money for his slot. and don’t think i don’t see what’s going on here,” he gestures between you and the locker rooms with a flick of his finger

“what? what’s going on here?” you ask accusingly

“you’re ruining your focus on your game for some kid who couldn’t give a fuck about you. i can’t let you do this, sweetheart, you know you’re going places. only place he’s going is the country club,” art scoffs, his patience running thin

but you’ve heard enough, gathering your things and storming off to the locker rooms, leaving art to hang his head in his hands and remind himself that he’s doing the right thing

but this time when rafe’s late to practice, he’s already pissed off. five minutes late turns into fifteen and he can’t take it anymore, storming off the court and towards the locker rooms

he doesn’t bother stopping outside this time, walking right to the back of the room where rafe is busy plowing into you from the back, your hands splayed against the lockers as you’re bent over at the hips

art slams his hand against the hollow metal to catch your attention, both of your heads instantly shooting to the side to look at him with wide, shocked eyes

“what the fuck?” rafe grunts, stilling inside you, but art’s eyes are only on you. even as he says “you’re late.”

but you’ve had enough of his attitude today. the look in your eyes turns defiant as you hold his gaze, pushing your hips back against rafe’s again. “he’s busy.”

rafe grunts and grips your hips tighter, his gaze flicking between the two of you with his brows furrowed in confusion

art rolls his eyes at you, crossing his arms over his chest. “like he’s even getting you off like that,” he scoffed and rafe’s face scrunches up in offense, opening his mouth to protest, but then you’re grinding your hips back on him again and all he can do is groan

“how would you know, coach?” you dig at him again, eyes narrowing at him

“i know what pleasuring a woman sounds like,” he answers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. and he knows you’re too competitive to not take it as a challenge

it doesn’t take long for art to have your back pressed up against those lockers, one knee pressed into your chest with his grip on your thigh and his length bullying you open

he drags his hips back slowly before snapping them up into you at an angle that makes you see stars, your nails clawing at his back as you cry out with each thrust

rafe’s watching your fucked out face over art’s shoulder, still almost too stunned by everything to do anything but fist his own cock at the sight

“feel what you were missin’ out on, baby?” art murmurs against your neck as he presses kiss after kiss to your neck, your jaw, your shoulder, wherever his lips could reach. “runnin’ off to let some spoiled kid rut into you instead of staying with me?” 

you could hear the possessiveness in his voice and it almost made you feel guilty for all those times you ran out of practice as fast as you could to meet with rafe instead. but then again you probably never would’ve had him fucking you this good without it

“‘m sorry, coach,” you whine in his ear and it makes him let out a low groan, his hips snapping up even harder at that. “fuck, you should be,” he huffs into your ear

his hand that’s not practically holding you up comes down between your bodies to rub at your neglected clit and you’re instantly clenching tighter around him, your head falling back against the locker with a clanging sound drowned out by a near pornographic moan. he curses lowly again at the feeling of you squeezing around him like a vice grip, and he knows you’re close

“c’mon, baby, show rafe what it actually sounds like when you’re cumming all over a cock,” he mutters in your ear and that’s all it takes for you to fall apart

you swear you nearly black out from the pleasure and its only a matter of time before he’s pulling out of you and spilling his own release in thick ropes onto your stomach with a chorus of groans and “fuck”s and “so fucking good”s

after a long moment of nothing but a choir of panting breaths in the air, art turns his head to find rafe still sitting on the bench behind the two of you, his hand and stomach covered in his own cum

“practice is cancelled today,” art huffs at him before he’s turning his attention back to you, lowering your leg back to the ground and practically carrying you back to the showers to get you all cleaned up

[somecunttookmyurl]

there was a fire in the building that houses my studio on new year's eve. i'll probably elaborate on that more at some point idk but tldr

it wasn't a big fire, nobody lost any stuff, nobody was hurt. the electrical mains gave up the ghost (likely due to an ongoing leak the landlord wouldn't fix)

but because the landlords have already wanted us out for ages so they can "redevelop" (read: tear down a slightly run-down building from around 1900) the place into Yet More Soulless Shiny Flats Nobody Around Here Can Afford they decided the damage is uneconomical to repair, refused our offer to contribute to repair costs, and are kicking us all out

because there was an "accident" causing "irreparable damage" they're exempt from the usual 3-month waiting period and everyone has to vacate by Feb 1

this is a community space occupied by artists and musicians so now there are a couple dozen broke-ass bitches who have to relocate short notice. the landlord, spectrum properties, is refusing to extend the time any further

so! there will shortly be some form of gofundme type situation to raise money for the costs of doing that (like storage units if we can't find another studio space), and also to tide over any artists who relied on that space for income since they've not had anywhere to work for a couple of weeks and probably won't for several more

i'll reblog this with the link when that's up and running but uh. yeah. that's a thing. which is happening.

[delinquentkru]

this lil exchange is frying me because mel essentially disagrees on it being necessary to use the pain scale with this patient and langdon??? short circuits???? he legit has no idea what to do with himself im cackling

[shaddybon]

Hermit-a-day may: 28. Friends of Hermitcraft

and this is the awesome @ink-ghoul cause without her server wouldn't look as good as it looks now

[canisalbus]

hey there!! i'd been checking this blog for a while, and I really wanted to say you're a great source of inspiration haha! I really love your dog characters and your lore! The amount of research and dedication is really amazing!! about ludovica's gf, do you mind if I come in with my vision as well? I think she'd be a really fluffy dog, maybe with curly hair. so my mind went to the portuguese water dog; but then i thought of two versions: long hair and short hair. so i drew both (tried my best to make her look like a lady and not a grandpa haha)

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[djotime]

Josh O’Connor as Patrick Zweig Challengers (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino

[puhpandas]

HAPPY 3RD BIRTHDAY SECURITY BREACH!!!!

[premamelody]

remember when i said i had this one dr wof au

yeah i revamped it now. changed a bit of stuff in the au from....4 years ago in 2021. woaha

also ralsei more prone to accidentally just saying prophecies now moreso specifically later in the the 4th dw moonwatcher style. but now im stuck between the floating window pane thingies saying it and ralsei just randomly being zapped with a prophecy to say in the specific moment. maybe a pane could be a trigger idk

susie is nudging kris with her wing thumb thing i didn't know how to communicate that without drawing the full body

[lochlanratliff]

Zendaya for ‘Challengers’ press — Spring 2024

“She has the ability to engage with people in a way that is very strange compared to other celebrities. She becomes part of something larger—it’s not just fashion, it’s popular culture. She uses clothing as a kind of instrument.” — Jonathan Anderson, creative director of Loewe and ‘Challengers’ costume designer

[welcometogrouchland]

♫ I do what I want/Crying in the bleachers and I said it was fun/I don't need anything from anyone ♫

(ID in Alt) you guys ever think about your own posts and get upset?? Anyway Damian Wayne I love you I'm so sorry your life is like that

[shanklin]

Time travel fail in which Stan goes back to not break Ford's project, but gets bored waiting for the science fair and decides he might as well give the footbot another try.

He's no McGucket but he knows enough technical mumbo jumbo to make it move at least. If it goes well maybe they let him graduate high school this time around!

Enter the West Coast Tech judges

Genius kid doing genius kid things?

BORING

Worst student the school has ever seen building a fully functional talking robot? The stereotypical dumb boxer kid always overshadowed by his nerdy brother being a secret neglected undiscovered genius? 

THEY CAN SELL THIS! THEIR PR DEPARTMENT WILL LOVE THIS! A TRUE UNDERDOG STORY!

Before Stan has time to process anything he’s already being shipped off California with a full scholarship to be West Coast Tech's new poster child. 

Filbrick: I don’t care how you convinced them you’re worth anything. Don’t fuck this up and earn us millions or you’re not welcome in this house anymore!

Ford is convinced Stan cheated his way into West Coast Tech so they won't get seperated. Ford doesn’t apply to West Coast Tech out of spite. And he's definitely not believing Stan's ridiculous time travel explanation for a second.

Ford becomes obsessed with proving that Stan’s a fraud instead. 

At least they’re still talking. Even if talking means listening to Ford finding flaws in the newest paper Stan was forced to write.

Poor Stan just wants to go home to Gravity Falls and reopen the Mystery Shack

[someonefantastic]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PIPER HALLIWELL | January 7, 1973

[duusheen]

The broken family

I feel like I need to explain a few things about this post, so here we go lol

Roxie truly thought something happened to Cici and was scared to death and heartbroken. And yeah, she probably made a rushed decision, but she’s not wrong. Phoenix would go save Pandora’s ass if something happened. Not just because he’s reconnected with his sister over the last few years, but because he’ll always put his family above everything else. Phoenix is, after all, his father’s son. And just like no one could stop Sterling from stepping up for Pandora if something happened, no one can change the way Phoenix is. Not even Roxie.

And because Roxie loves him so much, she would never put Phoenix in a position where he’d have to choose between his family or the one he built with her. She’d rather be the one to leave. They both have strong family values, but while Phoenix leans more toward his parents and his sister, Roxie’s top priority will always be her children—not Phoenix, not even herself.

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