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[jesuistrestriste]

this is my request for more patrick. dare i say artrick. dare i say them both totally pliable in your hands. i am terribly greedy and want to see sub!artrick and dom!reader written by you. please and thank

love youuuuu

eee hope this is to your liking annie ♥️ muah muah muah !

cw (18+) : sub!art donaldson, sub!patrick zweig, dom!reader, messy handjobs, desperation, dirty talk, patrick and art work for it

“does this feel good?” you breathe out, your voice almost shaky from the feeling of both sets of lips on your neck.

“mmn—yeah, yeah, i’m s’good,” art slurs into your left side, bucking up into your sticky hand, “can i—more—ah, faster—? aah-!”

patrick bites at your right earlobe and whimpers against your skin. his cock throbs in your right fist, dribbling with fluid from his attentive slit. it looks like melting glass pouring down his sensitive flesh.

“please,” he groans, “touch my tip, please.. oh, fuck, please—“

you chuckle and then suck in a soft breath when the blonde nips needily at your shoulder, lathing over it with his tongue after in apology. sometimes when his body starts to ache with arousal, he has to find an outlet for it—and sometimes that means biting, grabbing, sobbing, the like. patrick’s usually only slightly more restrained. they’re like two sides of the same coin, both constantly vying for attention, only in subtly different ways. it’s a good thing that you’ve trained them to stop bickering when you’re playing with their willing bodies. otherwise, they’d be at each other’s throats a bit right now.

“behave.”

that singular word from your mouth snaps them both back into place like rubber bands. art pants, high-pitched and whiny, while patrick grabs at the front of your body. he palms over your chest and squeezes whatever he can cup.

“i’m sorry,” you hear earnestly from the left side, accompanied by a calloused hand rubbing your inner thigh. you fist the back of his golden curls, which elicits a sharp, guttural cry to spring forth. his length twitches, balls drawn up.

“sorry, ungh, sorry,” comes from the right side, but less earnest and more please, just don’t stop. your other hand rubs at his bouncing leg. his eyes roll back under heavy lids, eclipsing his colorful irises.

“who wants to come?”

art smushes himself into your side and accidentally slides his dick through your returned grip, shuddering, “me, me—i wanna—.. please, it hurts—“

he swallows his mouthful of drool and buries his face into your neck. whines like a newborn puppy. grabs at your bicep.

patrick tugs roughly at the waistband of your bottoms, desperately wanting to slide his hand down and make you feel good. you can practically feel the waves of heat radiating off of his dazed body.

“i’m ready to come for you, feel me,” he takes his other hand and wraps it around your hand that’s holding his length, urging you to squeeze him a bit more and feel how much he needs it, “i’m so close.. so close, s’ close, i feel it coming..”

you slide your hands off of them at the same time. they crumple forward and moan brokenly at nearly the exact same moment, both feeling the swell of their peaks taper off painfully when your curled fingers caress the undersides. they pout and look up to your eyes.

“are you both going to be good for me?”

simultaneous nods follow the question. unsurprising. they share a look between themselves, then back to you.

you place a hand on the back of art’s neck first, then patrick’s. a soft smirk creeping over your lips as you urge them both forward in front of your eyeline.

they seem to get the hint, their gazes immediately fixating on one another. patrick’s the first to move, reaching his touch from your body to cup art’s ruddy cheek. the blonde leans into the touch like its some sort of lifeline, pleading for any point of contact he can get. he dives in and smushes his lips to the brunette’s, licking at his bottom one to beg for entry. pat obliges.

while you watch them begin to sync up, all broken sounds and lewd smacking and furrowed brows, you spit into your palms and bring them back down to begin pumping them. watching them kiss is like watching them play tennis: they know exactly what to do. it’s almost like they’re doing a dance.

art’s eyes flutter open and roll back, patrick’s squeezing shut tighter. their jaws slack and they lick into each other’s open mouths, gulping each other’s cries down greedily—like they’re consuming one another’s pleasure in the midst of their own. you feel a blurt of warm lubricant seep between your fingers from art’s cock, and a thrum of heat runs through your spine at the realization. he’s always been one to enjoy making-out. thoroughly, actually. he can finish just from it alone. patrick needs a bit more stimulation.

so, expectantly, the brunette chokes on a soft sob against his opposite’s bottom lip and drags his tongue over it. “more,” he murmurs, “aangh, jus’ a bit more—“

you stroke them both faster and they nearly break. pat bites down hard on art’s lip and art yelps, his hips bouncing with your touch.

“gentle, patrick, gentle,” you remind him, thumbing the ridge of his cockhead, the area pulsing and hot to the touch.

art sniffles, kissing his tennis partner deeper despite the sting from the clamp of his teeth. their hands are all over each other now. clawing at forearms and snagging handfuls of hair and gripping over shoulders. it’s a mess.

suddenly, patrick breaks the kiss and whimpers against art’s jaw—low and stuttered. art tries to kiss him again, too lost in the feeling to realize he’s stopped, but misses his lips and mouths at his cheek instead.

“i’m too close,” the brunette shudders, “please, can i come yet? i can’t hold it anymore, it’s gonna come out, gonna come,” he murmurs urgently.

“art, are you ready too?”

he nods, licking over the sweat on pat’s skin depravedly. he kisses him again, finding his lips. “mhmmmn—!”

you slide your hands up to begin rapidly jerking their tips, using their oozing evidence of arousal to work them up to their frayed ends. art squeezes patrick’s arm, mouth open and letting out little sounds that rise in pitch—higher, higher, higher—almost there. patrick tries in vain to fuck into your touch, his pelvis stuttering, his fluids leaking over his happy-trail.

“are you boys going to come now?”

art mewls sharply, patrick swallows thickly around a throaty sob. any more teasing, and you’d never hear the end of it. it’d be cruel, really.. and they’ve been good enough.

you press your thumbs to their tacky frenulums. rubbing quick, successive circles there. just how they like it—just what they need.

“.. let it all go.. show me how obscene and filthy you both look when you break..”

and they do.

they shatter.

their visions white out dizzily as the stimulation reaches the point of no-return; their mouths opening and bodies convulsing in ways that are nothing short of pornographic.

“oh, fuuuck—!” patrick gushes, ropes pouring from him in heavy waves, the paralyzing jabs of pleasure rendering him useless and twitchy as he orgasms. the thick, clotted load spills copiously.

a string of clinging spit bridges their lips as art leans back to pant raggedly. he looks down and watches as his own climax floods the gaps between your fingers and bubbles frothily as your movements refuse to relent. he uses his free hand to grab your wrist, thrusting reflexively as he hiccups and nearly squeals from the overstimulation. “ow—hmmngh—coming, coming, so much—“

you touch both of them until tears spring to the corners of their eyes, threatening to spill down their cheeks as they writhe and squirm in their seats. you suck your inner cheek between your teeth and bite down to resist the desire to torture their parts until they’re too fucked-out to form a thought. you’ve done it before, and it backfired when they weren’t able to stand up afterwards. all limp and shaky. maybe another time.

you slow your movements and slide your fists off of their shafts with a wet squelch, both of them curling inward from the oversensitivity.

“good job,” you croon, “didn’t realize you both were so pent up.. look at my hands..”

you hold up your messy palms to show them what they did. they look up with vacant stares, still breathing heavy and lost in the aftershocks.

“what do you say, hmm? you know what i need to hear.”

art lolls his head to rest on your shoulder and moans lowly, chest rumbling. patrick leans forward to sigh against your neck.

“thank you,” you hear on your left, “thank you so much,” follows on your right.

you smile.

“you’re welcome.”

[formulanni]

seeing double

Tags: @the-wall-is-my-goal @st-leclerc @three-days-time @saviour-of-lord

[aq2003]

macbeth soundtrack, my beloved

(voice removal is scuffed and i am very much guessing on some of these, i tried my best)

[starfall-isle]

this is such a big deal to me Maria has been one of my favorite characters ever for years this is like. Actually difficult to process right now

[yourlocalsayorikin]

First there was the Miku brownie

And now its the Poly Leo/need cookie

What’s next? Who knows? :3

[petruchio]

into the mystic (3/3) - 18k

After a broken Annie Cresta wins the 70th Hunger Games, Finnick is given six months in District Four to put her back together ahead of her Victory Tour.

now complete!

[gallusneve]

HELLO

[sqyyadina]

˖.𖥔 ݁ rebecca ferguson as lady jessica ⋆｡˚

— dune (part one) ; gif set [1/?]

♡ _ ( oh to be the wind blowing in her hair so i may brush against her cheek if only for a moment! )

[nekoannie-chan]

Week 33 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 33 2024 or Week 239, as always, fics will be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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♥ You can check my reading guidelines here.

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♥ You can check my main reblog masterlist 2024 here.

♥ You can check my August reblog masterlist 2024 here.

♥ You can check Week 32 2024 here.

♥ You can check Week 34 2024 here.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 33 2024:

Broken Hearts part 23 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sosa2imagines 💙

His Wickedly Wild Menace (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mercurial-chuckles 💚

Badge & blood: a cry baby story | prologue (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @delicatebarness 💙

Mine part 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💙❤️🖤

The Thing About Trust (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @christowhore 💙

Taskmaster (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mercurial-chuckles 💚

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lokilaufeysonslove 💙

Mine part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💙❤️🖤

I Thought I Lost You (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @welikeimagines-andfandoms 💚

𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lokilaufeysonslove 💙

Captain Rogers attends his first Pride event (Stucky X Reader) by @mercurial-chuckles 💚

Mine part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💙❤️🖤

Professional Oversight (Brock Rumlow X Reader, Helmut Zemo) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor 🖤❤️

Warning Signs (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly 💙

His Fiore part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mercurial-chuckles 💚💙

Mine part 4 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💙❤️🖤

Happy valentines day, darling! (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @softestqueeen ❤️

Midnight smile (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @intrepidacious 💚

First date (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @navybrat817 💚

Yield (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly 💚

Broken Hearts part 24 epilogue (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sosa2imagines 💙

Home Sweet Home Chapter Seven (Brock Rumlow X OFC) by @talia-rumlow ❤️

Pretty As A Picture - Chapter 8 (Steve Rogers X Reader X Bucky Barnes) by @mrs-barnes-rogers-writes 💚

Need you now (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💙

Trouble man (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saintttajax 💙

Imagine (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @hoteldreamss 💚

Date Day (Stucky X Reader) by @plussizefantasia 💚

How Can I Forget You? (Stucky X Reader) by @bucks-babe ❤️

[catboyglover]

platonic abedison is very dear to me

[avizou]

when you called me i became your flower ♡ for @kimtaegis

[jesuistrestriste]

Sage I am... totally normal about your writing haha... when I read it I don't do little hops going "wa-hoo! Yippee! Ya-hoo!" And fan my hands my by sides propelling myself like a small aircraft. I don't roll my tongue out like a carpet and my eyes don't bulge out like tubes and I don't go "aWOOOOga". No that's crazy haha what

ANNIEEE ! ! ! ♡

its ok i will roll your tongue back up for you and put your eyes back in your head and give you a kiss on your cheek. ill fix this

[teruel-a-witch]

it's the year 2024 and people are still posting anti shit and other ships in the jeff/annie tag like

GROW UP.

annie did.

[rainkays]

no one’s ever had me, not like you.

[madame-fear]

che ya se que te jodo mucho y toda la vaina, pero queria decirte que tú cuenta está SUPER BONITA wtf 😭😭😭🩷

NOOO LINDAAAA no me jodes para nada!! al contrario, AMO nuestras interacciones aunque a veces se me pase de responder algunos mensajitos me pasa con todo y siempre me olvido de responder aghsshjsjsjf vos me podés llenar el inbox de mensajes y yo los voy a recibir re contenta!!! 🩷

UN MILLÓN DE GRACIAAAAAS NO SABES LO QUE SIGNIFICA ESO PARA MI 😭😭 me mato queriendo hacer que sea lo más aesthetic posible así que me pone súper alegre saber que te gusta!!! GRACIAS SOS UN AMOR AAAAAAAA 🩷🩷😭😭😭

[ghostzzy]

expanding on the last post - basically i was telling a story and i got very animated and exaggerated and limp-wristed

and my mom stopped me to giggle and be like “izzy i wish i could take a snapshot of this moment so u could see how u look. you are so cute. it’s like….. [visibly trying not to say effeminate and risk invalidating me] it’s like. not girly. but like. [relieved to have found a good example] THE GUYS FROM QUEER EYE. you looked exactly like tan just now. like [does flamboyant hand movement]”

and it rly did make me happy. i was like “YES. you’re seeing my vision. i’m butch in many ways, but i’m more faggy than dykey” and she was like “THAT’S IT! i love it!! i love you!!” and i like. Watched Her understand my confusing contradictory identity a little better, in that moment.

and. again. as rough as the rest of the visit went. that was a rly nice moment of being properly perceived and celebrated for my weird identity. <3