Just A Silly Thought Abt Patrick When You're In Uni And Pat Is Staying The Night In Your Dorm But Of

just a silly thought abt Patrick when you're in uni and pat is staying the night in your dorm but of course its the only time he gets to spend with his girl before he has to go to another state so he's gonna want to fuck her nice but sadly you have a essay due for the next morning so pat works out a compromise- he fucks you while you type away at your computer, he promises he'll be gentle but...we know he's not gonna be (srry this is like my first ask)

patrick visiting you for a week or so around midterms because it's the only time he has to make the trip. and you're already behind on studying and completing assignments because patrick has been adamant about spending as much time together as possible--which you are more than okay with. luckily, you weren't worried about most of your classes which had waived a final exam in favor of a project or something a little less stressful, but your hardest class opted for a long final essay--one which youve barely started.

and patrick is on your bed, snaking on top of you. he has long since peeled his t-shirt off and is licking and nipping at your neck.

"doesn't this feel good?" he moans into your ear, grinding against your cunt.

"it does--" you reach for your laptop and patrick clicks his tongue, pushing it further away. "pat, i have an essay due tomorrow morning."

he unbuttons your blouse, palming your tits and he knows just how to fucking make you melt but you're being adamant.

"patrick--fuck you're making this hard."

he licks your nipple. presses an open-mouthed kiss to it, moaning around the sensitive flesh. "that's the point. 'm so hard."

and when you look down, he has a massive tent in his boxers.

"patrick. you knew when you came to visit that it's a busy time in the semester."

he stands on his knees and pushes his boxers down. his cock is flush against his stomach and a trail of dark hair leads your eyes straight to it. he's practically twitching, begging for you without saying a word.

he begins to stroke himself. slow and deliberate and the veins in his forearm are bulging as he holds himself tighter. precum seeps from his tip and he pouts to you.

"im so fucking hard--please."

and the problem isnt whether or not you want to fuck him--because you do. but the five-thousand word minimum imposed upon you by the meanest professor you've ever had looms over your head like a threat. and patrick looks so pretty like this. bottom lip pushed out. preening for you, he shows you his cock like an animal desperate to mate.

"you don't want me?" patrick moves closer, hisses as he feels how sensitive the crown of his cock is. you look at his perfect fucking body and huff.

"i do want you."

he grins.

"but i have to write this paper."

it falters.

"can you fuck me while i type it?"

patrick grabs your laptop and puts it on your pillow.

"i'll be gentle and quiet. a very calm fuck." he nods and a curl falls over his forehead.

you laugh at him, but shrug. laying on your stomach, you open your laptop and start getting to work. you try your best to focus as you hear the wetness of patrick's cock still in his hands. he yanks your shorts down forcefully.

"patrick." you scold him.

"oops." he says near your ear and you tilt your head to give him a kiss, just one. he tries to deepen it but you pull yourself away.

he huffs. and then he's kneading your ass in his hands. muttering under his breath about your body. your pretty little pussy. he checks to see if you're wet. you are. he sucks the finger that he just swept through your folds into his mouth. you want to see his face.

you feel his cock at your entrance and you clear your throat, typing faster. as you thrum your fingers over the keyboard mid-thought, patrick pushes into you, holding onto your waist tightly.

"fuck--jesus."

"patrick--" you try to scold him but it comes out more like a moan and you can almost hear the smirk on his face.

"yeah, baby?" he pulls out completely and you squeak, pushing your ass back towards him. "you want more?" a sharp slap on your ass.

you ignore him and type again. you've written about 150 words. fuck.

"oh that's right." patrick presses his chest against your back to groan and whimper into your ear. "goody two shoes is doing her homework."

he gives you slow, deep strokes that make your head loll forward. he knows how you crave to feel every inch of him. so he gives it to you.

he grabs your hair, pulling it into a messy ponytail.

"write your fucking paper." and then he fucks into you with sharper, faster thrusts. the sound of his pelvis smacking against your ass.

"fuck--i'm trying." you type more and patrick reads it out loud.

the sentences are jumbled. words misspelled and out of order. historical facts that are tinged with fiction. the end is a jumble of letters and apostrophes you typed as patrick made your body limp with pleasure.

he reaches around and pushes his fingers into your mouth. you suck on them and swirl your tongue, mewling as he starts fucking you again.

"you forget how to write? my cock's in you so deep you're a fuckin' mess."

drool is pooling on your mousepad and you can't even speak as his chest sticks to your back, his hips moving in sharp yet languid thrusts. soaking him, choking him.

patrick just closes your laptop and leans down next to your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth before he moves your lips to his. your mouth falls open and you manage to open your eyes to look at him. your hand clamps over his, desperate to cum.

"you may have to ask for an extension." a smile against your lips. your legs are shaking and you can't even make out what he said. you just nod. and he nods back, mocking you.

SOMEONE SEDATE ME

thinking about mean tennis!coach art donaldson. u wanna throw a tantrum about whiffing your match? you wanna blame his coaching and not your lazy fucking playing? you’ll stop whining when he yanks your skirt up your tight little ass. bends u over the net like the good for nothing slut you are. forget tennis. could be a hooker with that pretty fucking ass. look at you, thighs quaking. cunt dripdrip dripping onto the tennis court. you’re just begging to be fucked by the handle. but only good girls get that, no? only winners. he’s gonna spank your ass so red and raw with the back of his racket you’ll have the crosshatching burned onto your skin. oh, don’t cry. it’ll look pretty. he hasn’t even started yet! now, ass up, sweetcheeks. unlike you, he doesn’t miss.

LETS FUCKING GOOO I STILL GOT IT GUYS 🔥🔥🔥‼🗣🗣‼

this is an excuse for you to do ANYONE YOU WANT... but they have to be fem. idk its the lesbian in me- and make it sweet!

call me crazy but I'm doing emily again, a continuation to this <- (Word count: 600, short and sweet folks. short stand very, very sweet.)

Emily made it to hell, with sheer willpower and love for her girlfriend alone. being in hell was bad enough but it smelt heavily of rotting corpses and burning soot.

You couldn't help but widen your eyes when your girlfriend decided to just pop into your room in the hotel with a golden portal above her, still looking as cute and adorable as ever. still, this definitely wasnt support to happen- you wouldn't complain though.

"it smells like blood!" Emily exclaims, looking mortified. "And- and it smells like-"

You answer for her. "Sex, that's sex you're smelling, emi'.." a soft snicker escapes your lips. "how exactly are you here, angel? not that I'm complainin' or anythin' but- just uh...how?"

After a few moments of Emily adorably panicking that she was in hell; the literal opposite place of where she should be, you manage to calm her down with a few simple kisses to the cheek and murmurs of her name. quite the effective strategy! you'll have to pat yourself on the back for that one later, that's for sure. "Emi, relax angel. just, tell me why and how you got here."

Emily simply gives you a shrug, the real answer would he a convoluted lengthy and confusing mess to understand, and both you and Emily know there isn't time for that. and Emily doesnt even really need to explain why she's here, you both know very well. she doesn anyway though; "I missed you..a lot, angel." you cant help but find it funny that an angel, more specifically your girlfriend angel, call you- a devil, angel. it never fails to be anything short of hilarious.

You open your arms wide for your adoring girlfriend, she made it all to way from heaven for you. you! a measly devil. you cant resist making a shitty joke at her expense "so did it hurt when ya fell from heaven, angel?" you beam, very proudly.

Emily doesnt seem all that amused, she chuckles sarcastically. She quickly finds herself crawling onto the couch you have in the custom hotel room you were given. she snuggles up next to you, her wings unfurling and puffing out. "The room is nice.." She whispers, changing the subject temporarily. her delicate hand finding it's way on your chest as she rested her head on her shoulder "and..to answer your question, no it didn't hurt when I fell from heaven. I'd do it a million times just for you.."

You lovingly flick her forehead I'm return, petting her now twitching wings as you run your hands up and down her back "yeah, I love you too, ya sap..." you murmur lowly. in reality, you're just as much as a sap as her. acting like a docile puppy around her while everyone else faces your wrath.

Emily pecks you on the lips quickly and almost a bit shy, despite how many times you've kissed, she cant get over how amazing you look, her girlfriend- despite being a devil. is the best thing Emily's ever had. "I love you, my favorite devil." she mumbles as her eyes droop and her chin rests on your shoulder comfortably

You pick up in her tiredness, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as you kiss her forehead and rub her back. "I love you too, my sweet and pure angel."

Your sweetheart soon falls asleep on your shoulder comfortably. softly snoring and drooling, you decide to keep her dignity intact and not take a picture no matter how string the urge is. "rest up, my darling angel."

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IDK WHAT POSSESSED ME TO DO EMI OF ALL PPL BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY, MADE IT SWEET ASF ILYSM MWA MWAH MWAHMWA HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT ATLEAST SOMEWHAT!! (guys I hope I'm still semi ok at writing wtf I'm scared 😭🙏)

~Xoxo, Ari

guys pls send newsies or challengers asks I beg 😭🙏

#curly haired art my beloved

ART DONALDSON IN CHALLENGERS (2024)

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in the striets. straight up "carrying it". and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. The bannre