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this summer’s about having multiple boyfriends & playing tennis
I saw the the Challengers movie a couple days ago and it’s still the only thing I’m thinking about😵💫🤭
RIP Evan Rosier, you would have loved Challengers
just a compilation of all the kissing that happens in challengers
made this out of boredom and horniness lol
enjoy <3
+ youtube link for if you wanna watch on your tv or smth idk
IM IN SHOCK RIGHT NOW!!! Zendaya finally in a mature movie BITCH IM GAGGED!! I’m so excited and cannot wait for this to come out!!!
ZENDAYA THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE!!
oh they look good☺️
I JUST NOTICED HIS HAND IN HER BRA RIEJDNEKDNFNEKDNDKWNFNDJ AHHHHH
(I haven’t actually watched yet 🫣but omg 😫I wanna see on the big screen but I just haven’t had time😭😭😭 might say fuck it and stream it 😭)
MASTERLIST
(ill organize this better soon i swear i just need to make this, its long overdue POSTS ARE IN ORDER FROM OLDEST TO NEWEST)
🎶= personal faves
HAZBIN HOTEL
Vox X F! reader (ROMANTIC) 🎶
Where you were a dancer in your past life and want to give dancing another try now that your back in hell. to your dismay your boss and boyfriend, Vox was watching.
Angel dust X F! reader (SMUT)
Where you get caught watching one of angels nsfw videos and your buddy catches you and helps you out
Lucifer X F! reader (FLUFF)
After a long day at work, you help lucifer relax by cuddling him to sleep
Velvette X F! reader sfw/nsfw headcannons
How you meet velvette, how a relationship would go with her and her kinks
Sir Pentious X Gn! reader sfw/nsfw headcannons
Some Sir pentious dating headcannons, kinks, etc
Vox X F! reader (ANGST) 🎶
Where you, an exorcist sacrifice yourself after an argument with Vox.
Vox x F! reader (SMUT) 🎶
You made fun of vox a bit too much and need to be taught a lesson
Lucifer x F! reader (SMUT) 🎶
Lucifer meets you, a newly fallen angel and shows you how much he missed you
Vox X F! reader (FLUFF/ROMANTIC)
Vox gets home after a quarrel with Alastor, lucky for him your there to calm him down.
Valentines day special (NSFW/SUGGESTIVE)
What hazbin hotel characters + valentines day (Gn! reader)
Emily x Gn! reader headcannons 🎶
What Emily would be like dating a sinner reader (sfw)
Velvette x Gn! reader General headcannons 🎶
Velvette's everyday life to her parties, and her dating you, featuring the vee's!
Velvette x Gn! reader (ROMANTIC) 🎶
A cat Velvette x a dog reader bake cookies!
The Vee's X Gn! reader headcannons (SUGGESTIVE/NSFW)
How the Vee's would react to a reader with wings who needs help with preening their wings
The Vee's X Reader (SUGGESTIVE/NSFW)
The Vee's meeting an angel reader they like a bit more than they should've
Sir pentious x F! reader (COMFORT)
Sir pentious finds insecure reader crying into the mirror and calms you down.
Winged characters x F! reader (SUGGESTIVE/NSFW) 🎶
what causes winged characters wing to unfurl? (accidentaly left out emily and husk)
Lucifer + Vox x F!Reader (ROMANTIC/FLUFF)
Lucifer and Vox headcanons with an artist reader
Vox x F!Reader (SMUT)
You get jealous of vox fucking val every night so he shows you what you've been missing out on. mutual pining to fucking
HELLUVA BOSS
Blitzø x F! reader (FLUFF)
Blitzø and a very tall reader cuddle up after a very long day at work
NEWSIES
General Headcanons
From summer to winter to other silly stuff you'd likely encounter in the lodging house
CHALLENGERS
Drug Dealer!Patrick x F! Reader
Patrick's low on cash and resorts to drug dealing, be finds a cute and innocent girl along the way.
Artrick x F! Reader
Going to a fair with your two rowdy, chaotic, and boyish boyfriends goes so much better than you wouldve ever thought.
guys pls I need challengers asks :(
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(Artrick x reader fluff) [Warnings: No use of y/n, fem reader, pre-established relationship, not proofread, typos mayhaps, maybe ooc? word count = 1,950]
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A dim light shines through your cracked open window, you can't help but let out a sigh of exhaustion as you try (and fail) untangle yourself from your two sleepy boyfriends. rubbing your eyes from grogginess, your gaze falls on Art and Patrick, both boys holding onto you with a death grip. Patrick’s hands are tangled under your back with one hand on your thighs, squeezing them every so often. Art grips your waist, his leg wrapped around yours.
Both boys are making it increasingly difficult to get out of bed.
“Get off…” you groan, albeit reluctantly. as much as you love them, you want to get out of bed and shower, preferably without them clinging to you believe it or not.
“mm-mm…”
“noo… ”
After much struggle, you finally got out of bed, freshly cleaned and sipping coffee in your living room. Art sips on a smoothie, flicking through his phone. Patrick just plops down on the couch, peering at what Art is looking at with zero subtlety.
“ya know, there’s a fair in town happening today. we should all go, could be fun.” he mumbles, chewing on his nails with his spare hand as he looks through social media. his nail biting earning a slap on the wrist from Patrick to get him to stop. which he does, thankfully.
“Sounds cool to me, I don't have any plans this summer besides training and hanging out with you two.” Patrick snickers, wrapping his arms around Art and snatching his phone from his palms. the blonde glares back at Patrick, and they look just ready to fight before your voice interrupts.
“Sounds fun, we should go.” you chuckle, followed by a warning glance at your rowdy boyfriends. you swear they act like feral animals at any given opportunity.
Your boys eventually stop their death glares and nonverbal threats, visibly relaxing and smiling brightly at you. Art nuzzles his fluffy blonde hair into Patrick’s shoulder, his back pressed against the brunette’s chest, and resting his legs on your lap.
After much needed cuddles, you three eventually start to get ready. you prance off to your closet, throwing loose clothes and combinations of clothes everywhere. half land on Patrick, and the other half land on the bed. the soft sprinkle of Art taking a shower and humming is faintly heard; even from your shared bedroom. Patrick can't help but let out a bark of laughter.
“As much as I love your panties, babe, I’d prefer you don't throw them at me. what’s got you so indecisive anyway?” he hums, peeling a bra of yours off his face and placing it in his lap.
“Dunno, just don't have any clothes that scream ”summer fair“ ya know?”
“what the fuck does that even mean?”
“..nevermind.”
After many tortuous hours of you asking what Patrick thought of each outfit while Art quickly picked an outfit and got dressed in half the time it took you. You ended up with a tan crop top with red accents and cherry on the chest of the tee, paired with tattered jean shorts and red and white sneakers with white crew cut socks. you slung a messenger bag over your shoulder and hopped on the backseat of Art’s clean car, the exact opposite of Patrick’s.
Art brushed dust off his pink button up shirt and light blue jeans. He swung the driver’s car door open and plopped inside, rolling his sleeves up to his forearms and putting the car into drive. “Hurry up Pat, we’ll leave without you!” Art cocked his head to the side, flashing a cheeky grin at Patrick rushing into the passenger seat of the car with a petulant demeanor.
Patrick shifted in his blue polo and tan cargo shorts, buckling his seatbelt in with a click. “I was pissing, god damn Art- have patience!”
“Well piss faster!” Art sneers, giving Patrick a death glare
“I’ll piss in the fuckin car next time then, smartass!” Patrick huffs, rolling his eyes.
“fuck you!” Art groans
“no, fuck you!” Patrick scoffs, tapping his leg on the floor of the car while pouting.
“can you both just shut up and drive?!” you interrupt
“…yes ma'am” they both bristle through gritted teeth, but Art does pull out of the driveway well Patrick sets up the GPS on his phone, you connect your phone to the car and just sit pretty and play songs the three of you all love and enjoy on the car ride. The ride isn't too long, but it’s enough to calm both Art and Patrick down from their rowdiness, while you and Patrick belt out songs in the car. Art focuses on the road, trying not to facepalm as he glances at the GPS every so often.
The car eventually skids to a stop infront of a big and cleared out park with different stands and attractions you can faintly make out. something about going to a fair with your two immature boyfriends does seem childish in nature, yes. but you cant help but be excited, and you feel the huge giddy grin spread on your face as you step out the car and squint your eyes to see what's to come.
"you look excited." Patrick chuckles, blatantly stating the obvious yet again as he steps out and leans on the car, his forearms snug on the roof of the car to support his weight. Art squints, hopping out the car and putting a hand above the sun to cover the reflection. "how the hell are you guys even seeing that far?"
"do you need glasses, Art? it's literally right infront of you!"
"no-! 'm fine! it's just the sun."
you giggle at the thought of Art with glasses, or maybe even colored contacts. "you would look so fucking adorable with glasses~" you tease, Patrick following suit "oh hell yeah, adorable is an understatement, you'd look cute as hell, Artie~" he snickers, slapping a blushing Art on the back "well, let's not waste any time, I wanna play the shitty rigged games!" Patrick grins boyishly, turning heel and walking towards the ticket booth with a quickened pace. You and Art follow suit, having to jog to catch up to him.
Art snorts, skidding next to Patrick excitedly buying three tickets (definitely not with Art's card) "fuck, I havent seen you this excited in a while. you wanna ride the teacups too, Pat?" he muses playfully, nudging him on the shoulder.
Patrick rolls his eyes, snatching the tickets with his hand and practically crumpling them on the spot. "i would, but you'd probably puke if we did since you're such a little bitch-"
"I am not! and no I wouldnt!!"
you ignore the bickering momentarily admiring the beautiful sights of the bright and flashy fair. a big ferris wheel on the middle of it all, stands and booths with different and very rigged games, vendors with novelties, food trucks, the works. Your feet move before your brain does, taking you to the purple booth with plushies strung up on fishing string, below the booth us a table with glass bottles, a box of rings to the right of them. of course, one of the most rigged and aneurysm-inducing games has the cutest of stuffies on the shelves. it's unfair, really.
Art jogs up to you, Patrick in hand. the grin boyishly, eyes sparkling at this given opportunity to show off and impress you. they may have both won you over, but they're still going to bicker and compete for your affections. of course they are.
"which one ya want, baby?"
"psh- I can win all of em for you, doll."
"no you cannot."
Patrick pouts, glaring at Art with no real bite. stepping up to the booth with overflowing confidence, slamming a few bills on the table and receiving 5 red rings he twirls around his finger. Patrick flashed a charming smile at you and Art, "which one do you both want? I'll win two." he boasts, his confidence is admirable, but his ego Iis 100% gonna take a hit after this.
"I want the bunny.." you coo, looking up at a black and white stuffed bunny dangling above your head.
"I dunno, guess I'll take the little dog over there." Art chuckles under his breath, stuffing one hand in his pocket and another pointing at a stuffed tan dog stuffie flopped on the shelf, it almost reminds you of him.
Patrick scoffs, "lightwork." he beams. tossing one ring out only for it to hit the floor. another, and another, and another, and another. all fail. "...fuck." he grits his teeth, running a hand up and down his face and messing up his curly brunette hair even more than it already was. he slams 5 more dollars on the table, reciving 5 rings again.
"hold on, I got this guys-! that-that was just a warm up, ya know!?"
"fuck."
"ugh.."
"okay, well that- that was atleast somewhat close-!"
"..."
"one more t-try..?"
Patrick has lost you all way too much money, Art is facepalming- but you can't help but feel atleast a little bit bad for him. it is a tad bit funny, though.
"Pat, people are waiting in line. just- let it go, honey." Art groans, taking away Patrick's money privilege and grabbing his shoulders, pulling him away from the line of little kids and other couples.
"But I almost had it-! what'a 'bout your plushies..?" he sounds like a kicked puppy, adorably pathetic and sad. you chuckle softly sitting him on a bench and peppering his face with kisses "it's fine..you can try later, my love." Art pats Patrick's head "I'll get us some ice cream, wanna come with?" he turns to you, holding out his hand. you accept, grabbing it and kissing Patrick on the cheek and ordering him to stay put.
You and Art step backwards, the bench where Patrick sat was empty! where the hell did your boyfriend go?! you place the two icecream cups you hold in your hand (chocolate for Patrick, vanilla for yourself.) on the table, looking around to see if you can spot the ruffled and messy brunette you adore, but no luck.
"where the fuck did he go..?" Art huffs, licking a strawberry icecream cone as he squints and circles around the bench for any signs of him, he doesnt seem to be doing a much better job than you are though..
Not even a second later, and there's a tap and you and Art's shoulders at the same time. so sudden it has you jolting upright and whirling your head around- Art's reaction is pretty much the same, whipping his head back and almost dropping his icecream.
Patrick stands in between you both with a big boyish grin on his face, an empty wallet, and a black and white bunny plushie in his right hand, a fluffy and tan puppy stuffie in his left. sure he lost loads of money, but seeing you two beam and hug him, squeezing him so tight her gasps for air? that's all he really needs. and you two both know it well enough. you gasp, the shock and adrenaline soothing as you feel the plushie in between your fingers, the fabric soft and the material plush. Art hugs both Patrick and his new stuffed animal at the same time, it's kinda childish, but you're all smiling wildly. Patrick is an idiot, he blew all his money but god. its impossible to stay mad at him when he has the stupid grin on his face that you just wanna kiss off. you love them both so much, really. its unbelievable. this fair is going to be one hell of a ride...
-xoxo, Ari <3
(soft patrick my beloved. boyish Artrick my beloved. ohmygosh this tool way too long with my unmotivated adhd ass I hope you enjoy anyway, lots on smoochies MWAH mwah mwah. tags: @swetearss)
any more thoughts on puppy art.. please. only if u want to though haha !! (please?)
ohh u guys love your darling little lapdog huh?
LAPDOG ART DONALDSON! fem!reader
▸ a drooler. nosing his head between your legs n he's already salivating. he's so cute like that. face smushed between your thighs, panting as spit pools in his mouth, nose twitching like a cute little bunny at the scent of your arousal. taking the trim of your panties between his teeth, dragging it down inch by inch. quivering because he just wants to rip them off but the last time he did that he tore your nice lacy lingerie and u didnt touch him for a week. when he eats you out he laps at your cunt like an eager puppy. comes away absolutely glistening. dripping, even. your juices n his saliva smearing his cheeks, his nose, dribbling down his chin.
▸ bigggg on humping. obviously. when you're too busy to give him attention he'll just shuffle over onto your lap and just start rubbing up against you. he's ridden out the best orgasms that way; creaming in his already-sodden boxers as slick gets all over ur thigh. he likes to do it when you're working or when you're on a call (you always punish him best that way). oftentimes you'll wake up at night to slick sheets—finding him grindin up against you, moaning and whimpering. a sleepy, boneless mess on your knee. he'll already have gotten himself off thrice before he tries to wakes you, just to be safe (you might take it away from him, after all). ▸ teething.... grown ass man teething... gnawing on your shoulder to stop himself from crying out when you let him fuck you.. nibbling your bottom lip red n raw when you kiss.. slobbering all over your mouth. during sex if you tease him he'll start to chew anxiously at the end of ur bra strap, the hem of your shorts, your panties if you keep him waiting too long. sometimes randomly takes your hand by the wrist and takes a fake chomp out of it (affectionate).
▸ not beyond jus being your lil stress relief toy. coming back home and he's been so good for you. he won his match. he's cooked dinner. but you don't have time for any of that. "oh, baby, don't give me that look. cock out, now." and he makes a little mewling noise and immediately his shorts are a crumpled puddle on the floor—raging boner popping out, all swollen n red n leaking bc hes been waiting for you for hours. ▸ sighing, telling him to sit and so he does. legs spreading wide on the couch, blinking up at u in earnest neediness. and when you sink onto his cock he makes this insane, visceral whining noise—back arcing off the seat. ▸ cockwarmer? more like cuntwarmer. you tell him don't move and don't cum. an impossible ask. he's pawing at your back, whimpering when your only response is to lean back heavier, sinking your full weight down on his poor, poor cock. n it feels soso good but he only lasts two minutes on a good day! let alone when you're switching the tv on and settling back into him like he's part of the couch. occasionally your hips jump, walls pulsing tight, choking his sensitive dick. you're grinding down into his lap and he's twitching inside of u and hot tears are prickling his eyes—fingers digging into your thighs, trembling.
▸ time ticking on.. the coil of heat in his gut winding tighter n tighter.. art's cheeks are flushed and hes wetting the back of your shirt with his silent tears. he persists, though, because he's good. he's gonna be a good boy for you. and it works! for a time, when you seem like you've almost forgotten your pussy is strangling his cock and you're only rolling your hips occasionally, sending warm thrums of pleasure through him. lulling him into a false sense of security.
▸ until all of a sudden you decide to be mean and for whatever reason you lift your hips before slamming them back down again, and his sharp gasp and slurred mewls perfectly cue the geyser that erupts from his slit.
▸ not even letting him cum inside you.. sliding off his spurting cock thats blowing cum like a volcano. hot, sticky strings arcing in the air and splattering all over the carpet, the couch cushions. his eyes glazing over, all glassy n sparkly as he crumples back in the couch, blubbering tearful apologies as his cock leaks like a faucet, staining the poor, new pillows.
▸ adores aftercare. or just your comfort in general. please rest your hand against his cheek and let him sigh and melt and nuzzle into the palm of your hand like you're taking the weight of the world off his shoulders. tug gently on his hair. scratch his scalp. let him curl up on your lap and pat him and coo sweet nothings in his ear. simple things, like "sweet baby, did so good today." or "tired puppy. took mommy so well."
▸ "fuck— m'sorry. m'sorry, m'sorry—" "hey, shh, darling. aw, don't cry. mommy's got you. how bout you curl up on momma's lap, kay?" "..mkay."
Mike Faist for Challengers
They never go out of style ✨💜
Zendaya Elevates Lingerie Dressing at the 'Challengers' Los Angeles Premiere
(18+ suggestive content ahead!!)
imagining college!art and patrick + reader. reader met art at stanford and became pretty close friends with him and she’d see patrick whenever he’d visit.
obviously reader finds both of them VERY attractive especially patrick sorry a little self indulgent there
patrick, being the slut that he is, would totally hook up with reader. he’d be the one to very obviously flirt with reader and make her extremely flustered. reader doesn’t believe patrick would actually make a move since they’re friends.
art on the other hand is too shy and afraid of ruining a perfectly good friendship with reader. i mean him and patrick have already experimented in the past so he’s not afraid there. he doesn’t want to fuck up and lose his best friend at college… and the girl he’s secretly, deeply in love with.
one day in between semesters, patrick is visiting art and reader during break. he starts to experiment getting a little handsy with reader. she gets all flustered and doesn’t know how to react but really wants him. art is in the other room and she’s afraid of him catching them getting so close together.
little does she know, patrick and art talked the other day and planned a little bit of fun time between the three of them…
patrick with a plus size reader he would not be able to keep his hands off you aaaaaaa he’d be so obsessed with just holding your hips and thighs and waist and everything.
i feel like patrick would always feel the need to have a hand on reader at all times. not in a possessive way maybe, maybe not, but just because he loves how soft n lovable you are.
reader gets very insecure sometimes especially in the tennis scene surrounded by all those perfect looking girls and all the girls absolute fawning over patrick. but he always makes sure to let you know that he does not care about those girls At All and will always be with you xoxo
no girl could take patrick away from you he is just so in love with everything about you!! he’s completely whipped!!