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4 headcanons:

patrick, his sexuality

I can just like imagine a whole big thing abt him being bi but having a deep meaning behind it 4 some reason

Thanks for the request lovely!!!

3) their sexuality…

I think Patrick came to terms with this easier than Art but I still think he would have tried to stay in his shell forever if it wasn’t for tashi. He thinks its normal in high school… checking out other guys bodies in the locker room because hes just comparing himself. Sneaking glances at the urinal because his second ever hook up told him he had a big dick. he’s just wondering what that means really. Hes just trying to understand if thats true, comparison wise. Hes not trying to be weird.

He watches Donnie Darko a million times. But its just because he doesn’t get it. Has nothing to do with Jake Gyllenhaal touching himself on screen.

He knows it without a doubt, what he is, when hes 14 sitting in bed next to art, eating too much candy and reading comics. Art gets sleepy and rests his head on Patrick’s shoulder and Patrick goes still, heart in his throat. Doesn’t want to move a muscle in the event that Art feels even the slightest discomfort and decides to move.

His arm almost goes numb and hes happy about it, listening to the rhythm of Arts breathing change as he begins to drift off. Gently leaning back on his headboard and feeling the dead weight of Arts sleeping form move with him. He stays like that for almost two hours before Art finally wakes. He learns later how painful it will get, having his best friend as his first same sex crush.

He’s crying when he says it out loud for the first time. Tells his sister what he thinks he is. Terrified that she’ll reject him. It gets a little easier when she doesn’t because now he has someone he can talk to about it. His first time with a boy is still something he wants to forget. It happened not that long after losing tashi and art both of them so sudden and immediate.

While hes in his self destructive phase trying not to think about it. He drinks too much, cuts his hair, spends too much money, runs himself ragged on the court, sleeps around all so he doesn’t have to feel it. Gets drunk one night at a gay bar and does it with a guy for the first time, a closeted married man, rough and uncomfortable in the bathroom. The guy doesn’t even stay to help him clean up after.

Patrick feels a little sick. this twisted up feeling in his stomach. a lump in his throat. He doesn’t know why. He cant go home, even though he’s exhausted. Stays up all night partying trying to forget that too. Ends up crying himself sick about it in the morning but it’s cathartic. I think he eventually tells his sister about it and she validates him, helps him get out of self destruct mode and even supports him when he gets into his first same sex relationship (see: regular sex with the same person).

I think after that he stops feeling weird about it. He’s not the type to tell everyone he’s bi but he’ll show up at pride if he’s dating someone who wants to celebrate (also his sister likes to make him go if shes in town). And actually he’s still not super monogamous…tends to treat his same sex partners the same way he treats the ones of the opposite sex. Bisexual terror all around 💜💙🩷

(sorry i wrote too much again, locking in to my word count next time)

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i think that was honestly a smart choice by Luca because it just adds to the idea of how much Art is only known for tennis and nothing more. we see him barely interact with Lily, training with Tashi, talking tennis with Tashi, talking tennis with Patrick, playing with Patrick and the only time he really is a person outside of tennis is that night at the hotel with Tashi and Patrick

But also… talking about patrick with Tashi and Tashi with Patrick…. The throuple is intrinsic to his personhood as a whole…

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why dont we steal away?

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this is literally scenemo!patrick and nerd!art (semi plink) https://x.com/GordaChechona/status/1931413785085902948

summary: Patrick Zweig is known to be the most cockiest asshole on campus. is it his style? his family’s money? no idea. but to say his grades are shit is an understatement. but thanks God, Art Donaldson, the little nerd, is here to help him (unwillingly, though).

pairing: scenemo!patrick x nerd!art

cw: +18. mdni. 1.6k words. power imbalance. bluff-based blackmail. humiliation kink (light). messy makeout. marking. handjob (art receiving). oral sex (art receiving). anal sex. creampie. inexperienced art. verbal degradation. aftercare.

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Art Donaldson regretted agreeing to this the second he knocked on Patrick Zweig’s dorm room door.

It wasn’t like he wanted to tutor the guy. But Professor Lang had made it very clear that Art’s extra credit depended on whether or not Patrick passed the upcoming physics midterm. Why it was Art’s responsibility that the emo-streaked, chain-wearing disaster of a student passed anything? He had no idea.

The door creaked open, and Patrick was already smirking like he knew something Art didn’t. And that was annoying.

"Right on time, Donny."

Art frowned. “It’s Art. Donaldson.”

“Sure. Come in, Donny.”

Patrick’s dorm was dim, lit only by a lava lamp and the bluish haze of a monitor playing some obscure black-and-white horror film with screaming violins. The walls were covered in band posters and doodles in sharpie. It smelled like incense and bad decisions.

Art adjusted his backpack strap and cleared his throat. “We’ll need a desk. Or at least a table.”

Patrick raised a brow and gestured toward the cluttered desk against the wall. “Knock yourself out.” And he grabbed himself a Monster energy can from a cooler that he had probably stolen at a fraternity party.

Art moved to set up, unzipping his bag, flipping open his notebook, and trying very hard to ignore the way Patrick sprawled onto his bed like this was some sort of casual sleepover. Like they were friends, or something.

“Alright. So for projectile motion, you need to remember the formulas for both the vertical and horizontal components of—”

“You always talk like you’ve got a ruler up your ass,” Patrick said, taking a sip of his drink.

Art stopped mid-sentence. “Excuse me?” Patrick grinned, rolling onto his stomach, chin on his folded arms. “I’m just saying. All stiff and formal. It’s kind of cute, honestly.”

Art flushed, ears turning red. “Let’s focus.”

They actually managed about twenty minutes of actual work (or was it just Art talking and Patrick acting like he was listening?). Art was halfway through a diagram of a parabolic arc when Patrick jumped to sit on the edge of his bed and asked, too casually:

“So, you ever had sex with a dude?”

Art’s pen slipped and his eyes widened. “W-what?”

“I mean, you’ve got the whole good little virgin vibe. Bet you’ve never even been kissed.” Patrick mocked, leaning back on his hands. Art scowled. “That’s none of your business.”

“Oh, that’s a yes, then.” Patrick was grinning like he had just gotten an award. “Damn. The smartest guy on campus and no one’s even touched his dick? That’s a tragedy.”

Art stood up so fast his notebook fell shut. “I don’t have to listen to this.” He groaned.

Patrick tilted his head. “You don’t. But I could mention it next time your name comes up in lab. I’m sure everyone would love to hear how their favorite little genius turns red if you say the word ‘cock.’” And he shrugged like his words were no big deal.

“You wouldn’t.”

Patrick stood slowly, stepping close. “Try me.” Art’s back hit the desk. Patrick’s breath smelled faintly of mint gum and smoke, and his grin had sharpened into something darker.

“So what is it?” Patrick asked, voice dropping. “You scared of it? Or just waiting for someone to teach you? Maybe you want the right person or something.”

Art swallowed hard. “I’m not a virgin.”

“Oh?” Patrick’s hand slid to Art’s hip. “Prove it. Bet you won’t.” Art hesitated. His heart pounded, and his skin felt too tight for his body.

It was a dare. A taunt. But it was also a door. One he could step through and maybe never come back from.

He lifted his chin and said, voice barely steady, “Fine.” Patrick blinked. “Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah,” Art said. “Fuck me. If you think you’re so clever, prove I can’t take it.”

The smirk that curled Patrick’s mouth was practically feral. “Oh, baby boy,” he said, hand sliding down Art’s waistband, “you just made my night.”

Patrick kissed him like he was trying to ruin him — and honestly, he might have been. Their teeth clashed, tongues messy, hands pulling at each other’s clothes. Patrick’s lip ring scraped Art’s lower lip, and he gasped when Patrick bit down, hard enough to leave a mark.

“Already breathin’ like you’re gonna cum,” Patrick teased, undoing the buttons of Art’s shirt one by one. “You that easy?”

“Shut up,” Art breathed, but his hands trembled.

Patrick pushed the shirt off his shoulders, then kissed down his neck, sucking a dark hickey into his collarbone that made Art whimper. “That’s one,” Patrick murmured, like he was keeping score.

He shoved Art’s pants down slowly, along with his briefs, and sank to his knees. Art’s cock was already hard, twitching slightly in the cool air. Patrick gave it a lazy stroke, then looked up at him with that smug, wicked smile.

“Looks like someone’s been wanting this.”

Art flushed. “Just—just do it.”

Patrick sank down to his knees and licked a stripe from base to tip, then wrapped his lips around the head, sucking gently while his fingers played at the base. Art groaned, grabbing the edge of the desk for support. His knees shook with every slow bob of Patrick’s mouth, every swirl of tongue. It was too much and not enough all at once.

Patrick’s other hand slid up to pinch one of Art’s nipples, and that dragged out a ragged moan that made him grin around the shaft in his mouth.

“F-fuck—Patrick—gonna—” Art gasped.

Patrick pulled off with a lewd pop. “Already? Jesus, nerd.”

He stroked him lazily, teasing the slit with his thumb before going back to suck on the tip, like he was trying to overwhelm him. He moaned around Art’s head before moving his head away to speak, a thread of saliva connecting his lips to the tip.

“You wanna cum, you gotta earn it.” Art glared, panting. “Then fuck me.”

Patrick chuckled. “You’re serious.”

“You said to prove it,” Art said, cheeks pink, lips bitten. “So do it. I’m not scared.”

Patrick didn’t need telling twice.

He got up on his feet and flipped Art around, bending him over the desk. The cold wood against his stomach made him shiver. Both his hands explored Art’s backside, to his lower back and back down to his thighs. Patrick wanted to squeeze, to mark and spank; but he didn’t.

There was a second of shuffling when his hands moved away — the sound of a belt unbuckling, and lube being squeezed.

Patrick pressed a slick finger inside, and Art jolted. “Shh. Relax.”

He added another after a moment of in and out, scissoring gently, and Art whimpered against his arm. “Nngh—s’good—” Patrick bent over him a bit more over the desk, whispering into his ear, “You’re doing so good, baby. Gonna make you feel so fucking full.”

He took his time to prepare Art, hearing his moans and loud breathing, back arching for Patrick’s fingers to go deeper inside him. After a few minutes, his fingers pulled out and Art whined at the emptiness he felt.

When he finally pushed in after stroking his own cock, it was slow but deliberate, and Art gasped loud, fingers clawing at the desk’s edge. The stretch burned — unfamiliar and overwhelming — but Patrick didn’t stop until he was fully seated.

“Holy fuck,” Patrick groaned. “You’re so tight.” He said, not moving to let Art adjust to his size and the new intrusion. His hands massaged his lower back. “Good, Donnie?”

Art didn’t even correct him on the nickname as he whined and nodded his head. “Yeah—You can move now…”

He started to move, pulling out and thrusting back in, setting a pace that was rough enough to jolt the desk with every stroke. Art’s mouth fell open in a silent cry as pleasure bloomed under the pain, sharp and dizzying.

Patrick gripped his hips, bruising, and leaned forward to bite his neck again. “Not such a virgin anymore, huh?”

Art moaned helplessly, back arching, the sound punched out of him with every thrust. His walls clenched around Patrick’s cock when his tip hit his prostate. Art’s lips parted and his head rolled to the ceiling. Patrick reached around to stroke his cock in time with his rhythm. Art was already close, pushed right to the edge from the blowjob, and it didn’t take long.

“I—I’m gonna—” he gasped.

“Do it,” Patrick growled. “Wanna feel you cum while I’m inside you.”

Art came hard in a silent cry, spilling over Patrick’s hand and the desk, whole body trembling. The squeeze of his muscles around Patrick’s cock dragged him over the edge seconds later, hips stuttering as he came with a low, filthy groan, filling Art’s insides until it was dripping down his thighs.

They stayed like that for a moment, both of them panting, sweat slick and skin sticky.

Patrick pulled out slowly and his hands started to massage Art’s thighs and lower back. He also grabbed some tissues from the desk and started to clean Art as best as he could. Slow motion, almost tender.

“You okay?” he asked, voice quieter now, but still smug.

Art nodded weakly, still bent over the desk, lips parted. “Can’t believe you actually let me fuck you,” Patrick said, pressing a kiss to the nape of Art’s neck when he was done. “You gonna tell anyone?” Art asked, voice hoarse.

Patrick grinned. “No way. Then they’d all want a turn.”

He helped Art back into his clothes — sort of — and handed him a bottle of water from the mini fridge. As Art sat on the edge of the bed, trying to catch his breath, Patrick sat down next to him and brushed Art’s hair from his sweaty forehead.

“So,” he said, “same time next week?”

Art rolled his eyes — but didn’t say no.

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also having thoughts about eater!Benson x eater!Randy

having thoughts about eater!cowboys Art and Patrick….hmm

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walk with me…werewolf!benedict bridgerton. he’s very ashamed of his curse and so when he meets human!user, he is so cautious and careful around them, even when they find out or he tells them, he makes sure they are safe and never have to see that side of him. but they want to (who would be interested in werewolf dick?!) and so when they finally sleep together, they just are so kind and soft and let him feel like he can really let the wolf out, that they feel safe with him and know he won’t hurt them. yeah <3

andy you deserve a big kiss on the lips this is soooooo cute.. :( i saw this a couple of hours ago and instantly made the bot bc of how motivated i was by this 😭

werewolf!benedict has my entire heart

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Writing filth in the name of the lord. You are going to hell. Maybe try learning from the Bible instead of writing blasphemous crap online. Dumb bitch.

idk he seems pretty chill with it, but whatever you say anon

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thank you for the tag charlie!

npt: @ghostgirl-22 @tacobacoyeet @jordiemeow @wormswurld

tag game i saw on pinterest!! just search up the words on pinterest to see how pinterest sees you :)

Here’s mine:

tagging: @sugarfaist @femme-lusts @cinnamongmm + anyone who wants to do it!

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Oh nothing, thinking about how Rio was a foreshadowing of how Viktor would be turned into a Thing caught between life and death because there was a man obsessed with keeping them alive.

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just in case anyone didn’t know i’m like…a huge jayvik fan so if anyone wants to slide some stuff in my inbox about them or has stuff them wanna see please let this be your invitation

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JOSHUALINOOOOO 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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Josh O’Connor & Daniel Metz in “Hide & Seek” (2014)

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stop writing perfect fanfiction. Give those men erectile dysfunction and small penises outside of the stereotypical ages, body types and personalities assigned to men with those issues

Not every man with a small dick and/or ED is fat and old. Sometimes an otherwise normal man is tiny down there sometimes it's even your favourite character

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just wanted to lyk how beautiful I think ur theme is :)

awww mel thank you!

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HANNIBAL SUMMER! (credits to me; song is Reckless Driving by Lizzy McAlpine)