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Challengers poster by Dave Scheele.

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i always knew the world moves on: i just didn't know it would go without me

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yay tennis yay!

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THE BROWN EYES THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

omg assign me an animal 🙂‍↕️

this one 💗💗💗💗🤭🤭💞💞💞

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group premature ejactulation starts in 20 min- oh,, ffuck im. im so sorry >< this- this usually never happens

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The threeway kissing scene except when artrick start kissing tashi slips away all smug like "my work here is done" and art just gets so into it hes not thinking about shame, being repressed or anything else rn, hes just whimpering "patrick... i cant stop" as theyre grabbing and rubbing against each other

"You dont need to" and they 👉👌

I could definitely see it! Tashi’s giving them the side eye cause she’s heard all kinds of things about fire and ice. But one of the things she kept hearing was how coupled up they were.

So when she asks if they’ve ever done anything and Arts denying it so vehemently and claiming that—- sure, Patrick gave him his first sexual experience but it was totally platonic and they were on separate sides of the room in separate beds both thinking about a girl “Kat Zimmerman,” one glance at Patrick’s face is enough for her to figure out what’s going on.

The way Patrick’s just stumbling behind the story trying to give Art the validation that he needs… maybe he even feels a little bit bad for telling her in the first place after Art begged him not to. Probably because it’s got Art all adorably flustered. She clocks them both immediately <3

CW: 18+ !NSFW! Canon drift

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They’re both next to her in seconds when she sits on the bed. Art feels his world opening up when she kisses him first. He’s losing his mind at the feeling of her lips, her tongue. He grabs hold of her thighs a little nervous. She breaks the kiss. She’s got her face so close to his just breathing in his mouth. He loves the smell of her, the taste of her. He’d do anything to be with her.

She’s going back and forth between them. Art thinks he’s gonna die for how hot this is. They’re giggling between kisses. Nervous energy all around.

Then shes pulling them both in and it’s just a mess of tongues and mouths and spit and breathing. She tastes like cherry chapstick and Patrick like tobacco and together Art just wants more and more. He’s not sure when he realizes it.

That he’s just kissing Patrick.

It’s not like anything is changing. He still feels so good he wants to die. He’s chasing after the kiss, eager when he feels Patrick’s tongue. Patrick’s hand cradling his face, then his hair. He doesn’t want to stop. He’s grabbing at Patrick. Pulling him closer like they’re not already close enough. He can hear Tashi sigh but he still doesn’t know if he can stop… not until Patrick pulls back just a little bit.

Art follows him and steals another kiss. “Mm, holy shit,” Patrick’s grinning, teasing his fingers into Arts hair to steady his movements.

“You guys want it bad huh?” Tashi says, quietly, her eyes all sparkly. “Can’t even sleep in separate beds. You’re pushing them together and shit but you’re just roommates? I’m sure.”

Patrick is grinning like he knows something Art doesn’t know. Art tries to kiss her again but she presses her palm against his chest, holding him back. “Do that again.” She tells him, looking back and forth between him and Patrick.

“Patrick can I— can I please?” Art whispers. He’s all scrambled up, not sure why he can’t think. Nothing feels real right now. It’s like being high. Or being at Disneyland.

“Of course you can,” Patrick says softly. “What do you need?”

Art’s not sure what he needs he just knows he isn’t finished, he needs more. He grabs at Patrick’s shirt, the same shirt Art was wearing earlier and Patrick gets to his feet so he’s in front of Art, bent in half kissing him, then climbing on top of him, straddling him.

Arts grabbing at his thighs. Touching everything he can. Patrick’s bigger than him, feels so heavy and warm on his lap. Art jerks his hips up and Patrick sighs against his lips. Moans when Art starts rubbing him where he’s started tenting. He pulls Patrick down on top of him, like a heavy weighted blanket as he lays back in the bed.

Pushed together because Patrick needs to be close all the time. And then even closer than that.

Patrick’s body is covering him now. His stupidly big cock is pressing hard along his stomach. His mouth is all over Arts body.

“I wanna— wanna fuck you,” Art groans as Patrick sucks hickies into his throat.

“Yeah? Is that what you want, sunshine?” Patrick’s saying, hot breath ghosting along his neck, soft, deep voice resonating, making Art shiver.

“Yes,” Art moans, helplessly. He’s rutting his hips up, pressing himself along Patrick’s ass for friction.

He feels so out of it— so desperate.

“Fuck okay, you wanna fuck. Stay there. I need to find something.” Patrick says anxiously and Art groans when Patrick climbs off him and they’re forced to separate. He didn’t even realize Tashi left; he feels vaguely disappointed. Then Patrick comes back. Climbs on top and helps Art with the condom. It’s slippery wet with lube. Art’s holding onto Patrick… slipping it slowly in and two seconds later he’s doing it. Fucking into him, like Patrick’s a girl. A real tight virginal girl. Feels so fucking good on his cock. Art’s almost more desperate now.

Patrick’s breathing deep, moaning as he kisses Art all over.

Art is barely aware of anything but the continuous movement of Patrick on his cock and he finishes so embarrassingly quick he almost pulls the pillow over his face to hide himself. Now he’s actually grateful Tashi isn’t here anymore.

Surprisingly, Patrick doesn’t tease him. He’s just staring at Art and grabbing at his own oversized cock, jerking it slowly. Arts so mesmerized he can sense the distant thrum of arousal slowly beginning to bloom inside him again.

Patrick’s fingers are wet with lube, sliding up and down and up and down as precum leaks from the tip. The whole time he’s got his lips parted, saying nonsense things like, “you’re so fucking pretty, baby,” “Look at you,” “Better than a fucking dream.” His eyes never leave Art’s body.

And then suddenly he’s groaning as hot creamy liquid spurts all over Arts bare stomach and chest. Art kinda likes the feel of it, he hadn’t expected that it would feel so heated. Almost hot. And the way Patrick is panting like he couldn’t help himself, eyes still roving hungrily over Art. The idea that he needed to do that just because he was looking at Art. It all makes Art feel so good and warm.

They almost miss it. They’re lying in bed talking frenetically about how crazy the nights been. It’s like they’re drunk off of one beer split three ways. And then Art gets up to clean up a little bit and go pee when he spots her note.

I have to go back to my room but I didn't want to interrupt. Hope you boys have fun. See you tomorrow. ︎︎

Written on the little hotel notepad and signed T, with a heart.

And sure enough she’s in the stands at their match the next day just eager to hear more about what happened last night.

(And they never fight over her number and she never gets injured and she gets to be a star tennis player and has two boyfriends and her boyfriends are boyfriends and��� and… and…they live happily ever after. The end.)

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more domme tashi thoughts cuz i am nothing without talking about my mistress 🫶

- making the boys lotion her feet, massage her feet, kiss her feet, put her shoes on for her, paint her toenails with their mouth (if they fuck up and get it on her skin they get edged <3) literally anything to deal with foot worship she’s on it !!!!!!!

- having a chores list the boys fulfill every week! whoever does the most around the house gets to eat her out.. loser watches as he’s caged up :(

- mandatory grounding spankings for art (only by hand, rarely by paddle) as for patrick it’s whenever he acts up n bitches out which is typically once a week,, best believe that idiot is getting flogged till his ass is raw!

- uses the boys as human furniture whenever she wants to read a good book

- after a long session with the boys she loves to cuddle.. each one of her pets on either side of her resting on her boobs ❤️

- makes art brush her hair in the morning as she tells patrick to get her clothes all ready for her

- forces the boys to go with her whenever she gets her manipedi’s done.. of course she spoils her boys and lets them get one too

- sometimes if she’s really in the mood she’ll make art put the strap/strap harness on her (loves seeing him blush & breathe all heavily as he waits to suck her off)

- art kissing tashi’s hands and feet before she officially wakes up in the morning, pat is in the kitchen in breakfast duty

here’s some more mommy tashi @gourdyshome !! 🌟

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tashi having pat over her knee and spanking him 😇 tashi making art watch 😇 patrick being eye level with art’s raging boner 😇 patrick having to keep himself from drooling 😇

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I think patrick to fingering me in a crowded public place would heal me

Exactly 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

he’s not even trying to be subtle. Hand up your skirt on the dance floor, with people around and possibly aware of the steady rhythm of his hand moving as he pumps his fingers inside of you. Or sitting at a high top at a bar, with one of your legs slung over his lap so he can play with your pussy, barely (not at all) concealed in the dim light of the bar. Sigh.

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real talk nobody's looked better ever

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me when tumblr user artdcnaldson

do u have any fave tumblr blogs?

my pookies and oomfs and my loves: @fawnnpaws @slushfaerie @grimsonandclover @gourdyshome @amymbona @diyasgarden @zweiginator <3 off the top of my head but I have many more I’m just bad w remembering users!!

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art begging to cockwarm with you but you're a little hesitant because well ... he cums way too fast :( there's nothing bad about it!!! as much as you like the idea of waking up filled and oozing with his cum, you want him to learn how to hold it in just a little longer. so you agree on the condition that you'll 'train' him. and the first one didn't go so well :( he's sat on the bed against the headboard with his phone on his hand, his boxers slid down to his thighs. you're sitting right beside him with your hand inching up slowly against his thigh, you haven't even started yet and the poor boy's already flustered. "you ready, art?" and he nods, looking at you with wide eyes and his chest heaving softly like a little deer waiting for its predator. you reach over to open the timer on his phone, clicking start while your other hand wraps around his already leaking cock. he throws his head back as your hand gently tightens around him, pumping slowly. his pre-cum pretty much coating his entire length, he's brought his hand onto his mouth to silence his moans. his thighs are tensed and you know he's doing his absolute best not to finish right then and there. "you got this, baby. don't you wanna be a good boy for me?" his other hand reaches over and grips your wrist, "s-slow down– ah" sixteen seconds, seventeen, eighteen. your thumb ghosts over his slit, sending a shiver down his spine. you place your head over and let out a bit of your spit, art watches it slide down all the way to the base before you coat his length with it. twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three. "just a little bit more, baby" by now, art is squirming on the mattress, letting out mewls of pleasure. he can't cum now, he has to– he has to- "g-gah, fuck, mmf" ropes of his cum spurting out and landing all over your hand and his shirt. your hand still slightly squeezing around him prolonging his climax. "i- fuck, i'm sorry– i didn't mean to–" you reach over to stop the timer, twenty-nine seconds. you move up to place a kiss on his plump lips, "we'll work on it"

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guess who's who 🙈

artrick heavy on the mind ... going to draw them ...

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sorry i got a boner when you gave me a high five i just havent had anybody want me around in a long time

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artrick heavy on the mind ... going to draw them ...