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sweet angel girl with the most disgusting unspeakable kinks

Art Donaldson | Challengers (2024)

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billy loomis. [1,] TODAY I WOKE UP IN PINK 🫧 -(ghostface survives!au) your boyfriend wakes up on your pink bed in your pink room after supposedly dying. [2,] THE EXORCIST WAS ON,, 🫧 -your boyfriend has a tendency of sneaking through your window.. [3,] GREEDY BITCH -you're trying to study for a history test, but billy seems to have other plans. [4,] STU AND HIS JOKES (VERY OOC SORRY😭) -your boyfriend stu lies to billy about having taken your virginity without him just to rile him up, guess who's gotta deal with a moody billy? you. [5,] "AUGH, HE HIT ME WITH THE PHONE, BABY!" -billy and stu are bickering during the killing, it's your turn to intervene before billy goes mad and stu faints from bloodloss. +stu macher [6,] CAUGHT REDHANDED -you went upstairs to find stu and billy wrestling for a pair of your lacy panties. +stu macher [7,] "STU, BILLY IS ON BED-REST!" -(ghostface survives!au) while billy is still in bed recovering, stu gets restless and ends up waking your boyfriend up. +stu macher

stuart macher. [1,] "MY GIRLFRIEND IS GONNA BE SO MAD.." -you run to stu's house after getting a s.o.s call from sydney, only to find out your boyfriend is the killer and that he is also bleeding out. [2,] "AUGH, HE HIT ME WITH THE PHONE, BABY!" -billy and stu are bickering during the killing, it's your turn to intervene before billy goes mad and stu faints from bloodloss. +billy loomis [3,] CAUGHT REDHANDED -you went upstairs to find stu and billy wrestling for a pair of your lacy panties. +billy loomis [7,] "STU, BILLY IS ON BED-REST!" -(ghostface survives!au) while billy is still in bed recovering, stu gets restless and ends up waking your boyfriend up. +billy loomis

ethan landry (non-requestable). [1,] CLUMSY CUTE BOY AT A PARTY <3 -a cute boy bumps into a senior and spills his drink on her costume, he's really hoping u and ur hot friends won't bully him 😖 [2,] NOT EASY TO TALK WITH A KNIFE DOWN UR TROATH 🫧 -when the plan goes wrong, the other —older and way more experienced— ghostface takes the matters into her own pretty hands.

lily's drawing of art and tashi playing tennis? I'M SICK TO MY STOMACH

sending ex bf patrick a pic of a hoodie you know isn’t his in a text that says “come get your hoodie, i don’t want it” and watching him short circuit in real time bc you stop responding. he sends you 27 texts in the span of 3 minutes. when you finally respond with “if it’s not yours don’t worry about it” you know what you’re doing. he shows up at your door in 10 minutes flat, was probably already on his way before you even said that. you feign annoyance, rolling your eyes and sneering at him when you open the door, but he doesn’t care. he picks you up over his shoulder and slams your front door shut behind him as he carries you to your bedroom.

he throws you down so hard you almost bounce off the bed and the entire time he’s bullying your little pussy with his dick he’s asking “whose fucking hoodie is that?” the more you skirt around the answer, the harder he fucks you - he’s got two fingers fishhooked in your cheek and one hand around your neck while he rails you from behind, your back to his chest. you’re drooling all over his fingers and your face, he gives you opportunity after opportunity to tell him but you won’t - you’re so fucked out on his cock you don’t even know your own name anymore, but it doesn’t stop you from being a fucking brat - you tell him the hoodie smells good, maybe you will keep it if it’s not his. he sees red. he pulls out of your pussy and has you on your back with your head hanging off the bed so fast it makes your head spin. “fine,” he says. “don’t wanna tell me? you don’t need to use that mouth at all, just take this fuckin dick.”

he fucks your throat so hard you think you’ll have trouble swallowing for a week. when he sees you try to snake your hands back down to your needy cunt, he grabs your wrists in one hand and pins them to the bed so he can keep humping his dick in and out of your throat. he slaps your poor pussy with his free hand for good measure, just to feel you yelp around his dick. your whines and whimpers below him send vibrations straight through him. “you like that, baby? you miss this dick? whatever prick owns that hoodie couldn’t fuck your bitchy little mouth the way you want? pushing my fuckin buttons. you know only i can slut you out like this. take it take it take it.” you swallow every drop of his cum like you’re starving for it.

and god, he still takes care of you after. cleans you up, tucks you in bed, and asks again about the hoodie. you give him a sleepy, smug smile and with your hoarse voice say, “picked it up at the mall earlier today. it’s cute, huh?”

ANGELEYES (virgin! art donaldson x fem! reader)

(my first halloween fic.. i don't have the energy to do kinktober <3)

art donaldson is a virgin. a big fat virgin. it's his biggest secret, the only person who knows about it is patrick, and he endlessly makes fun of him for it. it's hard living in the shadow of such a sex prodigy like him, patrick had been relaying stories of heavy makeout sessions and 7 minutes in heaven with random girls ever since middle school. art has been on a multitude of double dates with patrick, only for them to end with him and a girl sitting awkwardly next to him while patrick and his date messily makeout on the couch next to him.

of course art tried to mimic patrick, his smooth words and even smoother hands.. but never successfully. the longest he's ever had a girlfriend was only 5 months.. and she broke up with him on valentines day. this year was the first year he actually had a girlfriend on a semi-romantic holiday. or at least art thought it was, he remembers every year that couples in cute costumes walked by and made him want to cry. and even worse was the halloween parties, with drunk college students wearing stupid costumes and grinding on each other, leaving art to sip on a room temperature beer in the corner.

art was abruptly brought back to reality when you tapped on his shoulder, alerting him to the fact that he wasn't still in a stupid party, he was lodged in a costume store dressing room, holding on to the costumes you still wanted to try on. "what do you think?" you spin around, showing him the back of your cheesy tennis player costume. art chuckles, shaking his head, "i think it's offensive.." he jokes, of course you look cute but he can't stop himself from thinking that you'd never be able to move around a court in that stupid uniform. "hand me another one art.." he gives you the next costume, turning to face the wall while you change. "you know you can look.. right? im your girlfriend aren't i?" art blushes and he's thankful you can't see his face. "i- im just being respectful" he says, seeming genuinely concerned about offending you. you let the issue go as you zip up the costume, tapping art on the shoulder.

when you got home, you set down your costume and turned to art. "so now what are you gonna be? we should match right?" he nods shyly, not exactly knowing how to enter this unfamiliar territory. "i guess you could be a devil too and then we could match.." you look at art for inspiration, and settle on his baby blue eyes, biting your lip before getting an idea. "oh i know! you should be an angel! it'll be great!" you say, already envisioning art in a pretty white costume. art blushes, "isn't that.. like a girl costume?" he doesn't mean to offend you and it's not like he hates the idea but.. he doesn't want to embarrass himself. "no not at all! cmon art it'll be so cute.. you'll be my little angel!" you almost squeal, immediately taking out your phone to look for costumes. art nods slowly.. realizing that he doesn't really care what he dresses up as.. as long as he's yours.

art almost drops the costumes he's holding when he sees the little red skirt, tank top and horns you have on, accompanied by a pair of fluffy wings on your back. "what d'you think? it kind of looks silly don't you think?" you turn back to face art. he shakes his head silently, his eyes wide, looking you up and down. you giggle, "guess we have a winner then!". you leave the store that day with a devil costume in a bag, and art leaves with a tent in his pants.

art has never considered himself religious. he was raised to go to sunday school and church and all those other fun events, but he never believed any of it. so why did he feel so guilty when he got hot and heavy seeing you in that costume? maybe it was the fact that he was always reprimanded as a child for liking things that he shouldn't.. playing with dolls, stealing his moms clothes... and maybe even looking a little too long at girls from church. now he still felt like he could get caught any moment doing something he wasn't supposed to, even though he wasn't in that environment anymore.

you're putting on lip gloss, using your phone for a mirror when art pops out of the bathroom, having a little trouble getting the fake wings to fit though the doorframe. you put your things down, standing up to meet him, "oh art.. you look so good.. this costume is perfect for you, don't you think?" you say, looking him up and down. art blushes, trying to avoid your gaze "i- i guess so.." he says, trying to downplay the fact that he likes the costume so much. you pick up on his tone, and decide to speak up. "what? you don't like it?" he shakes his head quickly, "no.. no that's not it.. it's like the opposite.. maybe i like it a little too much" he looks away, shifting from foot to foot. you smile knowingly, not surprised that he feels this way. art let's you guide him to sit on the edge of your bed. "well, why do you like it so much?" you ask, wanting to see if he'll be honest.

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when halloween night finally comes around, art finds himself staring in the mirror, tugging at the tight white t-shirt that came with his costume, shifting his back and shoulders to re-adjust the wings sitting heavy on his back. god.. what's patrick gonna think about this? he's probably gonna be made fun of relentlessly.. but there's a feeling in the bottom of his stomach when he looks at himself.. he can't deny that he likes what he sees. he's just nervous for you to see him too, what if you laugh? what if you think he looks silly? what if you make fun of him? all these thoughts swirl around in his head as he leaves your bathroom, stepping into your bedroom as you look up from your phone.

art mulls that over in his head, pretty.. did he feel pretty? was he pretty? he's a boy isn't he.. was he even allowed to be pretty? even with all these thoughts swirling in his head he knows the foundational truth: he likes when he say that, he likes when you call him pretty. you bring art back to reality by kissing him softly, leaning closer to him. arts tentative hands grab hold of your waist, squeezing tight when you slip your tongue into his mouth. "won't you let me take care of you art?" he nods, knowing that you saw the bulge in his pants the moment he stepped out of the bathroom.

you run your hands over arts warm skin, swinging your leg over his lap in order to straddle him. "we'll go slow, alright? don't be scared" you whisper, pressing your lips to his once again. art whines against you, his hips jerking under you even with the simple makeout session. art finds it easy to let you take the lead, you always do, in every facet of your relationship, and art likes to just turn his brain off when he's with you. he lets you run your fingers through his hair, pulling off the silly halo headband while you do. art shivers when you make your way down to his neck, sharp canine teeth poking and pulling at his skin. you pull at the hem of arts shirt, "can i take this off?" you ask, waiting for a nod before pulling it off of him, pressing your lips on his again and raking your nails down his chest, almost making him curl up on himself.

you were so warm inside, hot even, he could feel your every move from the inside, every ridge and squishy spot made him take a shuddering breath. you try to lift up again to establish a rhythm, but arts hands keep you still, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. after a few seconds, he takes his hands away, letting you start to bounce gently. his moans and whines become almost screams, "k-keep goingg please.." "y'r so warm 'nside" "never wanna stop.. wanna do this f-forever" he feels himself approaching his peak far too quick, but he cant stop, he couldn't even if he wanted to, he needs you to keep going, he needs you to touch him, he needs you to love him. you can feel art start to move his hips with you, planting his feet on the mattress and pushing up, slamming into you with the last of his strength before his whole body goes taut, shaking and shivering before you feel him cum inside you, even through the condom.

you kiss some more, before you pull away to take a breath and look at him. arts pretty pink cheeks and white wings contrast perfectly, only making your heart beat faster. "do you wanna see me?" you gesture to your chest, covered by a skimpy red tank top. art nods very quickly, almost getting dizzy. "y-yeah, yes please" he says, watching with stars in his eyes as you strip off your shirt, exposing your chest to him. art almost gasps when you take hold of his hands and place them on your boobs, letting him experiment and touch and squeeze to his hearts content, you want to giggle at his facial expressions but you don't want to make him self conscious. "c-can we keep going?" he asks, hands still on your breasts. you smile and laugh, nodding. "alright art.. can you take off your pants for me?" art almost thinks his heart stops when you ask him to do that, still getting it through his head to nod slowly. he shuffles them down his legs, his blue boxers already a little stained from the precum leaking from the makeout sessions. you shift closer to him, sitting between his spread legs. "ill be gentle okay?" you start slow, running your fingers softly over his bulge, smiling when you feel him twitch under your touch. tapping his hip to signal him to lift his hips up, art complies, suddenly feeling self conscious at the fact that no one has ever seen him like this before.. he doesn't even know what he's supposed to do, or say. you notice this of course, placing your palm on his hip, "you're doing great art" he visibly relaxes at your touch, sinking into your bed. he lets you touch him softly again, with no barrier this time, he's softer than you thought, his pretty pink head already drooling, the pronounced veins on the sides pulsing. you wish you could take a polaroid of this moment, the look of his innocent white wings contrasting from the very lewd image in front of you. art slaps a hand over his mouth, his brows furrowed, he's never had anyone else touch him here, your hand feels so much different than his own, so much softer and warmer. art has to concentrate his best on not cumming immediately, the sensation of your hand jerking him off becoming overwhelming. he has to reach down and push your hand away before he cums, wanting to save the best part for later. "i-im sorry i didn't wanna.. cum" he says, his face flushed red. you smile, understanding his predicament. "it's okay, i did the same my first time too.. do you have a condom?" art nods quickly, opening up a packet of condoms he bought a little prematurely maybe.. but he wanted to be prepared no matter what happened. art had taken a sex ed class before, but putting a condom on himself versus a banana were very different, so you had to help him roll it down his length. art does nothing but watch you throw your panties to the side, again climbing into his lap. "like i said, we'll go slow, tell me if you don't like how it feels yeah?" art agrees, placing his large hands on your hips in an attempt to prepare, but nothing could prepare him for this.

you move your hips slowly to let him cool off, before slipping off of him and settling down beside him. you take off the condom for him, cum dripping onto his stomach before you can throw it away. you place your head on arts chest, unable to resist dipping your finger into the drops of cum on his stomach, the translucent liquid almost glowing on his pale skin. you can't help the word that escapes your mouth, "angel..." you whisper against his skin, not thinking he's back to his senses yet. art perks up a little, hoping he heard what he thought he heard, "w-what?" "nothing" <3

art sighs, not even knowing why he likes it so much. "i dunno, i guess i feel.. nice in it.. like it's natural?" you nod along with his words, encouraging him to keep talking. "like when i put it on, it kind of made me get butterflies.." you nod, seeing where this was going. "you thought you looked pretty yeah? i mean i always say you look like an angel, this just proves my point" you remark, placing a gentle hand on his thigh. "yeah.. well you're right as always.."

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i made dis

you can't tell me that this isn't them

saw this on fucking instagram reels for some reason, but i believe it’s very bachelor patrick zweig coded

i miss the person i was before challengers come out (it changed the trajectory of my life completely)

School with Billy and stu headcannons

Billy Loomis

-gets his notes down fast in class

-looking over his shoulder to try to copy as he’s glaring at you (like this 😒😐)

-let’s you finally copy of him the last couple minutes of class (you don’t have time to write it down💀)

-at least has his hand on your thigh or holding hands together in class while y’all sit next to each other

-racing up the stairs together when he’s in the mood and when nobody is around

-glares and threatens anyone that tries to be partners with you in a school project

-trips you in the halls

-carries your backpack for you

-If you guys ride the bus together he definitely saves you a seat right next to him

-combing his hair in class because it gets so greasy (that school air😔)

-he is so quiet in class for no reason

-makes heart shaped gum wrapper for you when he has nothing to do in class

-has horrible posture sitting in them school chairs(💀)

-sometimes you guys eat lunch behind the stairwells or outside in the bleachers

-let’s you wear his flannel if you ever get dressed coded

-let’s you take naps on him in class as he writes your notes down

-steals mechanical pencils from you and for you

Stu Macher

-literally YALL are the best duo in school

-stu makes class 100 times funner

-you guys barely get stuff done

-always is trying to get you to skip

-probably goes on some illegal websites on the computers to watch horror movies with you

-fucking them chicken patty’s up in lunch together

-always eating snacks in class together

-taking naps on your shoulder

-going to the school football games together (and making fun of Steve together)

-throwing paper balls at you

-hitting him with a water bottle or pinching him whenever he bothers you

-you guys have gotten separated at least 20 times

-has pictures of you and him hung up in his locker (also of billy💀)

-you and Stu write outrageous notes and sign them with Billy name (he hates y’all 😭)

-scares you out of nowhere in the hallways as you walk to class

-cheering in school fights and shakes you in excitement

“FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT”

-and when people look back at him he looks around whistling acting clueless

-if y’all ride the bus together he definitely pushes billy out of the seats (has gotten sent to sit in the front because he does too much💀)

-definitely be stealing your hoodie or sweatshirt out your locker

-always catching each other walking to the nurses office when You guys have different classes

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i faild geography this is discrimination.

Asking my USA mutuals a geography question has a me gagged like my bad 😭😭😭 (I love them)

LEAVE ME ALONE I WILL CRY 😭

Asking my USA mutuals a geography question has a me gagged like my bad 😭😭😭 (I love them)

shoutout to me and saoirse goin thru the trenches just to communicate 😔😔 @majoriehoax

Art Donaldson they could NEVER make me hate you

Yall the amount of variations I have of this piece.. crazy

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billy loomis + stu macher ౨ৎ triple ghostface (gn user)

ethan landry ౨ৎ cozy night (gn user)

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life's been bad guys. sorry for being inactive lol. love and miss y'all sm. 💕

arches it cutely and pathetically <3

i mean they all did but... art is my baby y'all know this <3

I’m going to suck the ring off his finger

made me CACKLE

https://www.tumblr.com/artdcnaldson/763564122480705536/lets-talk-about-how-art-doesnt-get-a-boner-until?source=share

Art purposefully lying on the questions so he can try and get "not gay" but it still gives him 50%

Head in his hands like FUCK!!!! Clocked his little bisexual ass so quickly!!

Patrick checks his browser history bc he’s acting weird and that usually means he jerked off to freaky shit and feels ashamed about it.

Instead he finds his browser history full of shit like “is it gay to kiss best friend both guys” “is it gay to like kissing another boy” “normal to like guys and girls” “guys kissing” “brunette and blonde guys kissing” “gay porn” “brunette guy jerk off” “is it gay to cum to gay porn”