#oomfie

[mayaisanimating]

So I remade that one gif

[artdcnaldson]

stanford!art sitting in between your legs in nothing but his backwards hat after practice. he's so worked up and stressed, angry because he did an awful job but he forgets everything when you spit into your hand and stroke his cock, squeezing around the tip, pinching his sensitive pink nipples as he moans that he's gonna cum...

GODDDDDD hi oomfie ily <3333

But yeah <3

Art pissed off after a shitty practice, just needs to be taken care of :(( poor little pretty boy, mad because he kept double faulting, his reaction time was slow, he had to scramble around the court chasing after the ball like an idiot.

So you have to be the one to take care of him, even when he’s huffy and mouthy, insisting he’s fine, that he doesn’t need to be coddled. But he does!! You strip off his clothes, pin him down with your thighs locking over his.

“Just relax for me,” you murmur in his ear, teeth grazing over the shell of it. He lets out a sound like a whine and bucks his hips, already needy but not desperate enough to beg.

That’s okay, he doesn’t have to. You spit into your hand and move your palm in front of his mouth, so he can do the same. Your palm is hot and slick when you wrap around his cock— hard and pulsing in your grasp.

Groans are ripped from his throat as you begin pumping your hand along the length of him, squeezing him just how he likes, so he whines and bucks into your fist. Moans pathetically when you twist your wrist just how he needs, his head falls against your shoulder as he pants.

“That’s it, baby.” Your words are hot, breathed against his throat. “Feels good, huh?”

“Uh-huh—“ he moans. Your free hand travels between his thighs, cups his balls and he fucking keens. “F-fuck, yeah— that’s— god, baby— ngh!“

You mouth at his throat, sucking and licking at skin salty with sweat. He’s fucking pulsing in your grip, fighting against the way your legs lock around his thighs to fuck into your fist.

His back arches as you rub your thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, digging into the slit slightly until he’s gasping out pathetic cries. All it takes is for you to move your hand up to pinch and toy with his nipples, and he’s fucking done for.

“Ah! F-fuck, cumming— cumming—“

He spills onto his abs and chest— painting them in thick white ropes until he’s shaking from overstimulation and writhing away from your touch.

He pants, exhausted, and slumps against your chest, eyes half-lidded and body spent. He’s pretty sure there’s no better way to distract from a shitty fucking practice.

[emiphemeral]

dilf! art who takes off your panties and shoved them in your mouth before eating you out 👉🏻👈🏻

trophy girlfriend drabble

"fuck, baby", art growls against your neck, hungrily mouthing onto your skin.

"watching my game looking like that- you're a fucking tease."

he picks you up with ease, tossing you onto the soft sheets. your pussy drips at the sight of him, hair messy, lipstick smeared across his lips.

"so fucking pretty." art mutters, kneeling down to push up your skirt. he practically moans at the sight, lacey white panties turned clear from your arousal. he nuzzles the wet patch with his nose, before mouthing at your covered clit.

"art- please.." you whimper, desperate to feel him on you, without a barrier.

"you taste so fucking good." he grunts, gently sliding off your panties, a string of your wetness connecting from your glistening cunt.

"why don't you have a taste?" he whispers, prying your mouth open with two fingers before shoving your soaked panties inside. you moan at the intrusion, muffled around the makeshift gag.

"be a good girl, keep those in there."

art takes no time before diving into your cunt, spitting and licking like you're his last meal. he eats pussy with a passion, almost more for himself than you.

your back arches with a dampened whine as he sucks harshly on your clit, slurping up every bit of your juices. arts practically making more noise than you, between the lewd sound of his tongue against your slick and his deep groans.

each time his tongue thrusts into your dripping hole his nose hits your clit perfectly, bringing you closer to the edge.

"c'mon baby, be a good girl and cum for me." art growls, head never leaving from between your thighs.

you fall over the edge when he curls two fingers inside of you, sucking roughly onto your swollen bud. you bite down on your panties, fingers tugging on art's blonde locks.

when you've come down art pulls the lacey lingerie from your mouth, soaked with spit and your juices. he takes a deep sniff, before shoving them in his back pocket.

"i'll buy you another pair."

[hyperballart]

Hello there (you're one of my favourite writers on here oml ❤️)

Patrick and Art heard that boxers and MMA fighters abstain from sex before a match because the build up of testosterone gives them a competitive edge...so they decide to abstain from girls, each other and even jerking off before a tournament...

How do you think it would go?

omg hi friend!!! thank you so so much it means a lot 😭😭🫶🫶🫶 sorry this is late but…

i feel like art would be stricter with it — not letting himself get any for weeks before an important doubles match with patrick. he advises his friend to follow along even though he knows he thinks he absolutely won’t, he mocks art for being so uptight, “you know that shit’s a myth right? or are you making up excuses cause you’re not getting laid?”

still, as a way to prove art wrong, he decides to involve himself into this ‘futile’ practice. he’s a bit careless with it as he is with most things — meaning he’ll sneak in a jerk off session once a week, and to him that’s technically full abstinence — and he honestly feels like he’s going crazy.

art is up before the sun begins to peek to go through his absurdly extensive workouts and he forces patrick to join because in his words, i want my partner to be on his best game. patrick allows himself to be bossed around by art because he secretly likes being put in his place by him. he’s giving patrick a strict diet to follow and showing him stretches. the latter has become a bit difficult as of recently.

the brunette lies down on a mat while art corrects his form, “dude you need to stretch them out more, you’re fucking stiff,” he holds his legs further to his chest, “see, there you go.”

he begins to grow stiffer somwhere else at that tone. patrick blames the lack of sex for the blood rushing to his cock and he tries playing it off, “you fold all your girls up like this, donaldson?” art scoffs and drops his legs, heading towards the treadmill, “fuck off.” he tries to burn the image of his friend bulge from his memory.

it’s weeks of this; constant training and tension, until the day of their tournament. they play flawlessly, laying out their chemistry and coordination on the court — they easily earn victory. by tradition patrick jumps in art’s arms and he presses a sloppy kiss on his forehead, “finally.”

after numerous pictures and handshakes they head back to their dorm with an unsettling silence. the second art turns the knob he is being slammed, “did you have your fun bossing me around?” art gasps at patrick’s grip on his shoulders against the shut door, the latter just laughs.

he gets in his face, “i was good. i ate all the nasty greens and eggs you shoved down my throat,” art’s eyes are honing in on patrick’s mouth at such a close proximity, “woke up on your schedule. didn’t even fuck, haven’t touched my dick — wasn’t i a good boy artie?” art nods dumbly.

“then that means i get rewarded, with whatever i want,” art nods again — he doesn’t even know what he’s agreeing to. patrick smashes his lips against his. it’s uncoordinated unlike their behavior on the courts — both of their minds blank and cocks tenting their little atletic shorts.

patrick drags art as he takes a seat on the bed and pushes him to his knees in front of him, “haven’t gotten head in ages, and it’s your fault — so get to it.” art looks up in shock and arousal, and he obeys. when he’s tugging at patrick’s waistband he is stopped, “not so fast.”

patrick grips that golden head of curls and shoves it on his crotch. art moans, “oh fuck,” and mouths over the fabric as much as he can, “i’m sorry for being so strict, i wanted to hel— hmpph,” patrick shuts him up by pressing him closer.

the brunette coos at how his friend is nuzzling against his cock through the restriction, “shit, art, i’m so fucking hard. it hurts.” art whines and suctions right where he can see the outline of his balls, breathing in all the musk and sweat like it’s his last breath of air. he goes upwards and now suckles at the outline of his tip, it’s the first time he hears patrick whine.

they don’t know who does it but his shorts are now removed, a pair of boxers being the only separation of contact now. art gets back to it immediately, licking up the drops of precum leaking through and humming. “you’re fucking starving for it, oh god, i need more—“ patrick moans out with struggle.

when he sees art’s hand tugging his own cock he spits out a fuck me and art’s eyes roll back. he uses the grip on his curls to pull him back up, “enough. i’m taking them off, need to cum in that hot little mouth.”

art is ready to show him just how proud he is.

[salicarus]

wahoo!!!!!!!!!

[girl-poss]

"Is a trans girl not entitled to the sweat of her own girlfriend?"

[smokerswifey]

Just noticee that I don't actually chat with my moots outside of posts and comments and I would really like to get to know some of you guys r I'm kinda shy so I'm going to start with hi oomfies!!

[angelzyu]

an old(ish ! from april !!) fluttershy drawing :p

[clock-onyx]

The robotics engineer

Why are there so many jerboas running around... STOP THIS MADNESS!!!

HAIIIII ok this is for my very very very very VERY AWESOME and COOL oomfie, Roa haii Roa!!! <|<333 /vpos

I love its art sm and its such a shame its not noticed more,,, like brah,,, youve got such cool lore and ocs and art and Im gonna eat it all like its a 3 star michelin restaurant, always loved how vibrant yet squishy your ocs look like, its so awesome!!!

Thought of drawing it's sona like a robotics engineer,,, since youve got all these guys running about!!!!!!!! ARGHH HELP THEYRE CLIMBING ALL OVER ME!!! /SILLY

I really highly suggest you check it out,,, its so awesome

ROAS TWITTER!!! VVVV

[zweighigh]

Hi zweighigh :333 here to fill your inbox! Can you write your most obscure headcanons about bf!Patrick? Doesn't have to be downright sexual but just some silly Patrick-ish stuff that really assure you that it's Patrick fucking Zweig

Teehee I love you for this 😵‍💫

He definitely is PETTY, oh you got into a silly fight? Nope, not talking to you and acting like a fucking child

Jealous jealous boy! He sees you talking to some dude, SNATCHING YOU AWAY, he’s just overprotective like that

He’s into some freakish stuff, you slapped him once and he got rock fucking hard, you tease him all the time because of it

Likes to act all rough and tough and shit but we all know he is a submissive lil man when yall are alone

Put his hand around your neck one time during sex and you got mad, he spent a whole week worshipping the fucking ground you walked on just so you would forgive him and fuck him again cause he’s a slut like that

(Hear me out on this one) offered for art to join in one time and got mad when he said yes cause “why do you wanna fuck my girlfriend?”

That’s all really, I WILL have to revisit this cause my mind is filled with thoughts of him but im blanking rn

[diyasgarden]

"Not to mention, your interests suddenly become his interests too. You like art? He's on the Wikipedia page of every artist you like trying to find out as much as possible."

We all know this is canon!!!

10000% Canon!!! At his core, Patrick is a loverboy. No one can tell me otherwise. This is just an example of it.

I also think he wouldn't want to make it obvious that he was doing this. Like if you mentioned you liked something, he'd make a mental note, and then check it out later when you're not around. You say you like a movie? He's pirating it to watch it at night. You love a book? He picked it up to read or at least is on SparkNotes reading the summary at night. It's like this for anything you like. He thinks he is being subtle when he bring it up conversation, but it isn't that subtle. It's pretty obvious he was researching it just for you. Although, it takes some time for you to realize it.

Tennis is such a big part of his life, so he assumes it is the same for you with your interests and hobbies. This is a large part why he wants to properly understand the things which you like. This is why finding out more about anything you mention you likes is just his first instinct.

(this is referencing this post)

[au-m1sfortune]

LETS GOOOO i was having a breakdown the entire time, this game got me fucked up

[artdcnaldson]

denying patrick your pussy just to be petty over a fight you've already mostly forgiven him for just for him to stroke his shit in bed next to you. whatever. not that you're that easy. let him beat his meat if he wants. except he's so fucking loud. and you can hear the slick twist of his fist on his cock. the grunts he makes. you try to shove a hand over his mouth but he just grabs your wrist and licks your palm, wraps his lips around two of your fingers and moans around them as he speeds up - you can't not fuck him ://// even if you're huffy about it because you lost whatever game you were playing, you still end up straddling his thick thighs and sinking onto that big dick he's been jerking next to you - his grin is almost enough to irritate you, if he didn't immediately grip your ass to start using your pussy to jerk off with instead.

😌🫶

Yeah <3

You’re just trying to stay firm when you tell Patrick to fuck off, that if he thinks he’s getting any pussy tonight he’s a fucking idiot. when you turn on your side and shut your eyes tight and try to ignore his continued attempts to argue just for the sake of it.

But he knows you’re weak, you’re always fucking weak when it comes to him. If you’re not going to give him pussy, he doesn’t give a shit— he can take care of himself. Typically he’d just spit into his palm and jerk himself off, but he wants you to hear each slick pass of his hand. But no, he pumps a handful of lube into his hand wraps that fist around his cock and fucks his hand in earnest, makes sure you hear each slick, wet stroke.

He knows you’re not asleep, that you’re not even trying to be. An annoyed huff escapes your lips as he tugs the blankets off of you, looks at the pretty dip and ripple of the silk nightie you’re wearing against your skin. He groans as he pulls the hem up, just enough to get a peek of your panties.

“Fucking quit,” you snap. You slap at his hand, but don’t move to cover yourself up again. Patrick grins, speeds up his hand. “You’re so fucking gross, Patrick.”

He grins. “I bet your pussy’s so fucking wet right now, baby. God, you always get so wet when we fight and you— fuck— you know you’re wrong. It’s just your body trying to apologize, getting wet so you can take this fat dick inside that tiny little pussy.”

You slap a hand over his mouth, glaring back at him. “Shut the fuck up, Patrick.” He grins, sucks two of your fingers between his lips, laving them with his tongue. Heat bloomed in the pit of your stomach, licking at your nerves.

He was right— you were wet for him, already desperate and wanting. And he knows. His hand speeds up, jerking his cock faster, making his balls jerk upwards with the force of each tug. Your mouth fucking waters at the sight. Unfair.

He knows what you’re doing before you even do— can sense it in the tension in your muscles, the tick of your jaw. You climb into his lap, practically glaring as you tug your panties out of the way. “Fuck me, then go to sleep.”

He grins, holds his cock so you can sink onto it. He’s right— you’re so wet you take him easily, stretching around his thick cock, sinking down until he’s buried deep and nudging against your cervix. You gasp, forehead pressed against his, panting hot against his mouth as he grabs your ass for leverage and starts fucking himself with your pussy, using you as the sweet little toy you are.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, his breath hot as he pants against your ear. “Just look pretty and let me use that pussy. Make it up to me.”

You moan, almost frustrated by your inability to resist him, and hold onto his broad shoulders as he fucks you on his cock. He groans as your cunt clenches around him, tight and hot and wet, his favorite fucking feeling in the world. Works you on him until he cums buried inside your sweet little pussy, pulls out and tugs your panties back into place.

You huff, still sitting in his lap, wet and achy, unfulfilled. He grins, pats the spot on the bed beside him. “Go ahead, take care of it. I don’t mind.” He turns off the lamp and pretends to go to sleep while you rub at your clit in frustrated silence.

[onyxfromspace]

OMG???????????? DOES THIS MEAN WE OOMFIES???????????????????????????

[devi0u-zzz]

Saul Goodman WIP :^}

[unhappy-eef]

Another pic with @khepritheshepri at LFM!! :3