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[artstennisracket]

request: please I’m begging you write more parts to the Patrick Zweig Coach fucking his much younger client I’m dying that was too good

tennis coach!Patrick x fem reader, part 1

cw: nsfw (18+), d/s overtones tbh, dom!patrick, dirty talk, minimal use of daddy kink (reader says it once), not proofread

You were sore for that next week of practice. Getting fucked by a tennis racket handle wasn’t on your bucket list but you’re not particularly mad at it either.

You thought the dynamic would change between you and your coach but it’s like he went right back to ignoring you.

It wasn’t until Wednesday’s practice when you were preparing for a tournament you had this weekend.

You were genuinely out of it. You were going to be versing Anna Mueller and she’s currently ranked number 4 for women’s juniors. Sometimes you got in your head about things even if you knew how good you were.

During your serve drills Patrick could tell you were off. By the time you got to scrimmaging you weren’t giving it your all to beat him like you usually would.

On your next rally Patrick catches the ball instead of returning your serve. He walks to middle meeting you at the net, “You’re not fucking with me right? What’s going on?”

You sigh, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the cardigan tied around your shoulders, “No I’m not I just- I keep thinking about the tournament this weekend.”

He gives you a tight lipped smile, pushing his sunglasses up to rest on top of his head, “There’s nothing for you to worry about. Anna Mueller is all show, no real skill. And she’s a racist bitch, you’ll beat her into the ground without even trying.”

You let out a chuckle at that statement, “I can’t tell if you’re trying to make me feel better or light a fire under my ass,” I mean who doesn’t want to beat their opponents, especially the racist ones.

He smirks, “Why can’t it be both?,” He takes a step closer, the net still in between you two. You instinctively take a step closer just to be in his personal space. He bites his lip quickly, you can tell he’s thinking. He leans over to whisper in your ear, “And I said if you were good this weekend, I’d give you what you want.”

The smell of cigarettes fills your senses. A smell you usually hate but for some reason it just works for him. You let your eyes slip close momentarily to imagine what your first time with Patrick would be like because jesus fuck—

“We don’t have all day L/N, let’s go,” He calls out from his place on the other side of the court. Shit, how long were you standing there with your eyes closed?

You half jog back to your side of the court and take your cardigan off. When did it get so hot?

You turn quickly to look at him again, only to see him quickly push his sunglasses back down and clear his throat. Oh he was totally staring.

Now it’s your turn to smirk, “Ready Zweig?” You call out right before you serve an ace.

…

The tournament had just finished and you absolutely crushed Anna Mueller. You tanked in the first set but came back and won the last two by a good margin. You were so zoned in you didn’t even notice when Patrick had moved his tennis bag to his lap to cover up his problem.

You were so hyped at the end, you felt like it was the best tennis you’ve ever played. Not to mention the points you’d win from this to boost your own rank.

You looked around the stands for Patrick but he was nowhere to be found. You scrunch your eyebrows together in confusion but you’re sure you’ll see him later. Your parents had covered two hotel rooms for you both for the weekend.

You made your way back to the hotel so you could take a shower and change. Once you finished there was a knock on your door.

You opened it to find Patrick leaning against the door frame with a CVS bag in his hand. You took a second to take him in. Curls damp, like he just took a shower. You were able to actually look in his eyes for longer than a millisecond (since he’s always wearing sunglasses) and they were beautiful. A mashup of light hazel and green. He was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans that stretched over his long legs. And he was only wearing socks? No shoes.

“You gonna let me in or you wanna keep checking me out?” He smirks. You move to the side so he can walk inside.

You close the door as he takes a seat on the bed after placing the CVS bag on the night stand.

“Where’d you go? After my match.” You ask sitting next to him so your thighs are touching.

He shifts so he can face you, “Had to get some stuff, take a shower,” He gestures to the bag on the nightstand.

“You didn’t even see if I won or not, and what did you just have to get from CVS?” You ask. To be honest you’re not even really paying attention, just enjoying being this close in his personal space. Maintaining eye contact so you can fully drink in this dreamlike experience.

“Just condoms,” He’s says so causally like it’s toothpaste or something.

You scrunch your eyebrows together, “Don’t they sell that at the little hotel store downstairs?”

He smirks again, “And how would you know that?”

Blood rushes to your cheeks, “I just wanted to check I guess. And you never answered my questions.”

He shrugs, “I already knew you were gonna win and downstairs they didn’t have magnum.” He says so casually AGAIN. Fuck.

He sees the “oh fuck” realization on your face so he has to ask, “You’re not a virgin right?”

You shake your head no. Quite the opposite actually but he just made you nervous for some reason.

He moves his hand to rest on the back of your neck, his thumb resting just above your ear, “What happened to the confident little brat who made me fuck her with a racket huh?”

Fuck. You move forward to crash your lips together, you’ve been waiting for this for too long to get nervous now.

He kisses you back and it’s almost bruising. Tongue, lips, and exchanging spit. It’s filthy. He pulls you back before he says, “On your knees.”

You followed that command quicker than the speed of your serves. He chuckles softly and you look up at him, hoping this time you’d get what you want and not a tennis racket.

He stands up so your face to face with his clothed bulge. You can feel your mouth start to water subconsciously. He unzips his jeans, pulling them down until they fall at his ankles. Now he was just stood in front of you in his boxer briefs and a much more prominent bulge.

You felt some need to prove to yourself so you start to mouth at his bulge through his underwear.

“Fuck, woah slow down. Did I say you could do that?” He groans while grabbing your hair and pulling you off.

“No but I just—“

“I thought you said you were gonna be good? You were good this whole week, don't mess it up now.”

“Okay I’m sorr—“

“First rule is you only speak if I say so okay? Or if I ask you a question. Got it?”

You nod before you realize he just asked you a question. You rush out, “Yes yep got it.”

He smiles, “You’ve always been a pretty quick learner.” He moves his hand from your hair back to his own underwear. He pulls them down slowly, letting his hard length spring free and fuck. You knew he was big but this was a lot.

He continues, “Now, I’m gonna let you suck my cock but don’t try to be too ambitious. If I want you to take more, you’ll know. And if you need me to stop for any reason just pinch me.”

You nod staying in your place on your knees. He grips the base of his cock, rubbing his tip along your lips. You want so badly to open your mouth, lick the tip with your tongue. But you can’t, not yet.

“You can open.”

Before he even finishes that statement your mouth is open and you’re sucking on the tip. Little kitten licks in between. You refrain from trying to swallow him down because you haven’t been instructed to yet.

He moves his hand back to your hair, pushing you further down. You choke a little, but try to keep calm so your gag reflex doesn’t act up.

He lets out a low groan as he keeps pushing in, “Fuck,” and then he pulls out almost all the way before he presses back in.

This time you try to suck to the best of ur ability. Making a mess, spit building up in your mouth, covering his cock, drooling out of the sides of your mouth. You still haven’t taken it all but you bob your head up and down, covering the expanse of his cock that he’s allowed you to take.

The wet sounds of you choking, gasping, and breathing hard around his dick filling the room. Soon he pulls all the way out letting out an exasperated, “Fuck babe, gotta prep you now. Get up.”

You stand up, knees feeling sore from the roughness of the hotel carpet.

“Take off your clothes and lay down on your back.” He says, stroking his cock aimlessly, waiting for you to lay down.

This is the fastest you’ve ever taken your clothes off, record speed. You get into position, laying down on your back. A few pillows behind you so your back is elevated. He lays down on his stomach between your legs, his long legs hanging off the side of the bed.

He lets his finger run down the middle of your folds, gently grazing your clit, before he pushes into your hole.

“You’re so wet already, maybe I didn’t have to prep you,” He says before adding a second finger, pumping in and out of your slick hole.

He picks up the pace and you are a moaning mess. Moaning, whining, and whimpering just from his fingers as he keeps pressing against the right spot.

“Does that feel good baby?” He asks before he inserts a third, curling his fingers inside you now.

You nod before you remember that you have to answer verbally, “Yes please more, feels so good.”

He speeds up his pace, assaulting the soft spongy spot inside of you until you feel something build up in your stomach. He keeps eye contact with you, biting his lip as he watches the pleasure take over your face.

“Ah, ah, ah—Patrick wait I- fuck” You say in a high pitched whine as a rush of liquid gushes out of you, squirting all over his fingers.

Patrick pulls his fingers out, “Knew you had it in you,” he smirks moving up on the bed to capture your lips in another kiss.

This kiss is slow, like he’s taking his time to explore your mouth with his tongue. He bites your lip as he pulls away from the kiss, “Good?”

You nod definitely a little out of it. “Yeah,” you reply, your volume barely above a whisper.

“Still wanna keep going?” He asks, pushing your hair back behind your ear.

You nod, biting your lip as you smile, “Duh. Didn’t get what I want yet.”

He scoffs playfully, “I could argue that you did.” He grabs the CVS bag and opens the box of condoms, taking one out. “Would you like to do the honors?”

You nod again, sitting up on your knees and opening the wrapper. He strokes himself a few times to get himself back to full hardness before you roll on the condom.

He moves you to lay down on the other (dry) side of the bed and lines up with your entrance. He drags his tip along the center of your folds, teasing your hole, “Sure this is what you really want?”

You let out a huff, “Yes Patrick, how many times do I have to tell—shit“ Your cut off as he pushes inside of you.

He looks up at you as he bottoms out, “You still good?” He grunts out.

“Stop treating me like a baby, I can take it,” You gasp out. It really is a lot. You feel ridiculously full. Almost comparable to the tennis racket. “You literally fucked me with tennis racket.”

“Ungrateful as always,” He shakes his head before he pulls out. You whine at the loss before he flips you over so your face down ass up.

“You were good all week, now you wanna be an ungrateful slut,” he tsks before slamming into you without warning.

“Oh fuck,” You basically scream out at the abrupt intrusion. He grabs both your wrists, holding them behind your back, before he really starts fucking into you.

He grunts out, “I was trying to be nice but you keep testing me, fuck you feel so good.”

He continues holding both your wrists in one of his massive hands while the other hand grabs your hair. Pulling you up so he can whisper in your ear, “So you’re gonna take whatever I decide to fucking give you, got it?”

You let out a whimper from how overwhelmed with pleasure you feel, “Yes fuck I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

He smirks, “Too late for that.” He lets go of your hair letting you fall back into position. He grips your hips and starts pounding into you. Each thrust more bruising than the last. Hard and fast. It feels like you’re gonna break.

You go from leaning into the thrusts pushing yourself back against him, to almost trying to pull away. Not because you weren’t enjoying it but because your g-spot was starting to get overstimulated, it was starting to feel too good.

“Fuck baby, can’t run away now. This is what you asked for right? What you’ve been drooling over for the past two years huh? Bet you used to touch yourself thinking about this right?”

You can’t even think straight enough to realize he’s asking a question. It’s not until he comes to a halt to say, “I asked you a fucking question.”

Now that he’s still inside you, your brain finally processes what he said. “Yes fuck, Patrick I— yes, I did, I did. Please don’t stop please,” You whine.

He picks up his pace again as tears start to fall down your face. He can hear your sniffling mixed in with your moans, “Aw baby, are you crying? Does it feel too good?”

You nod. Your face smushed against the pillow that’s catching your fallen tears. You let out a weak, “Yes daddy,” and you don’t even realize what you just said, too fucked out to register.

“Shit why would you— fuck,” His hips stutter, “Christ you’re so fucking—fuck baby you’re gonna be the end of me.”

“Please please, so close,” You whimper. You can feel yourself on the edge until-

“Cum for me baby, want you to finish all over my cock, this what you’ve wanted for two years right? Show me how much you needed it.”

And that’s all it takes. You feel that sudden rush again before you squirt all over Patrick’s dick. He curses under his breath pulling all the way out in between thrusts to fully see it. That image is enough to have him spilling inside the condom, his thrusts stilling.

He pulls out slowly, taking the condom off and throwing it away. He grabs a small hand towel from the bathroom and comes back to you on the bed half asleep.

“I figured you’d be too tired to shower but are you sure you wanna sleep here? My room’s right next to yours and my bed isn’t…yeah.”

You nod sleepily, “‘Mkay, there’s a connecting door I think?” You lazily gesture to the door in the middle of the wall.

“Oh that’s…convenient.” He pulls on his jeans haphazardly, taking out his key card. He leaves your room, leaving the deadbolt on to hold the door cracked open, and you hear some shuffling outside. You assume he’s unlocked the connecting door on his side.

He comes back to your room, unlocking the door on your side, revealing direct access to Patrick’s room. He picks you up with ease, probably from all those years of tennis, and sets you down in the middle of his bed.

It’s chillier in his room. Probably has the AC blasting, so you curl in on yourself trying to get comfortable enough to sleep again.

He makes his way over to the thermostat to turn up the temperature a little. Then he takes a beat before he decides to cover you with the comforter, tucking you in.

“Better?” He asks as he lays next to you, on top of the comforter because he’s still hot.

“Better,” You mumble back before you fall asleep

[artstennisracket]

okay this is the ask game (bc i’m not creative enough to make my own) the only rule is you have to answer the same question that you ask me so I can get to know you guys too :)

some pretty asks✨

angel; is there anyone you’d do anything for?

galaxy; what fascinates you?

melody; favorite artists?

silk; what outfit makes you feel confident?

rose; favorite flower?

sun; favorite season

film; favorite movie/tv show?

gorgeous; what do you like in a person?

diamond; favorite color?

infatuation; first crush?

dream; how long do you sleep on average?

brilliant; what celebrity do people say you look like?

perfume; favorite scent?

fleece; have any pets?

pigment; what color is your hair naturally? if you could dye it any color which one would you choose?

charcoal; do you have a good relationship with your parents?

ocean; do you take a yearly vacation?

murky; biggest fear?

devotion; are you taken?

lingerie; what do you wear to bed?

daydream; best memory?

joy; best feeling you’ve ever experienced? 

masque; what’s your skincare routine?

valentine; best gift you’ve ever received?

parchment; favorite book?

garden; do you have a garden? plants? 

oasis; dream destination? 

sense; best subject? favorite subject?

footprints; do you want kids?

rainbow; what’s your sexuality?

sweater; do you prefer loose or baggy clothes?

nail laquer; punk or pastel?

1975; if you could time travel to any time period, what would it be and why?

tattoos; do you have/want and tattoos and piercings?

feel free to reblog and send me some! <3

[joocomics]

Now for txt, I love them so much but something about my brain has never seen Taehyun and Huening Kai in a sexual way so I’ll just be talking about the Choi line:

I’m strongly part of the “Soobin would be offended if you even thought about being anything other than his little pillow princess” club and if that club didn’t already exist then it does now

Like if you asked he’d literally laugh in your face before having you seeing stars for the next two hours, he is NOT taking you seriously

But for your birthday every year he gives you one (1) day of him subbing just to make you happy and it’s the best day of your and truthfully his but he’d never admit it life

I’ve always simply seen Yeonjun as a switch that’s willing to go with whatever you want as long as you’re both having a good time

Feeling tired while riding him and need him to flip you onto your back and take over? Randomly want him to be the pillow princess in the middle of him railing you? He’s a switch through and through and switching up is literally his favorite thing to do

Recently thought about him and dacryphilia but that’s a conversation for another day

Beomgyu my beloved, that is a sub the moment you’re both undressed and ready to go which is funny because in my head he’s a pretty hard dom when it comes to everything but actual penetration

Something about being inside of you and feeling you would make him so useless, like you’d never have to wonder if he feels good because one minute in and he’s moaning like a slut

Likes to take his time with you but lord forbid you don’t give him what he wants when he wants it

And not even in a bratty way, he just feels like he’ll literally lose his mind if you even think about edging him

Ok that’s all for my thoughts, I need to close my brain down for a little bit

ah the soft dom soobin is 😭 how can you say no to being his pillow princess? he’d be so sensual and gentle until you’ve been going for it for so long he gets too lost in the rush and his hips start moving sharp and rigid on his own 🥴 but his praises and sweet kisses never stop

you said sub!soobin (once in a full year) and my brain immediately went TIE HIM THE FUCK UP! just think of his flustered voice and awkward sighs as you lock his wrists together; the blush on his cheeks and his lips all red and puffy from so much biting because he wants to suppress his sounds from embarrassment

yeonjun is a switch and i might be super biased here (apologies) but me thinks he leans a little bit on the dominant side… he just loves having you a complete mess beneath him, or, on top of him as his hips meet yours in a wild possessive speed - whenever i’m thinking of him i always end up imagining his pretty dark eyes looking up at you while his grip holds you steady so he can make you cum on his cock </3

him and dacryphilia… now why would you put this in my head? as if i’m not gonna obsess over hard dom!yeonjun hovering over you and cooing at you “sympathetically”, snickering at you even for shedding tears over the way he makes you cum again and again (knowing that your ex never succeeded in bringing you a real orgasm)

i never saw beomgyu like this YOU ARE CHANGING MY LIFE; like yes, i’ve always been on my needy horny guy agenda, but him being rough and demanding during foreplay only to end up not doing anything except whine because you sat on his dick? i will never be the same because of this and i thank you for that

[whatthefishh]

Happy birthday!!! 🎊🎉🎂

🎤 Blorbo Q&A:

I have questions you need to ask College Rydal…

1. What turns him on the most? Like not just a boner but like what really makes him fucking feral?

2. What’s his favorite position? I must know…for research purposes…

3. Does he have a favorite outfit that our reader wears? (Besides nothing of course).

I’m excited!!! Hehehe

Thank you bestie ❤️ hehehe love my boyyy, especially on my day ✨

1. What makes him absolutely fucking feral: smells. He loves perfume, he loves natural body scents (doesn’t mind BO but he’s talking about like your natural unique scent), he loves leaning in to your neck and underarms while hugging and holding you to inhale deeply, a deep groan rumbling in his chest. And when you wear the perfumes he likes … licking your skin in public is nothing compared to what’s on his mind.

2. For research purposes … his favourite position is anything where he can stare at your face to see how good he’s making you feel. There’s one (fk if I know the names) where he’s sitting upright and you’re on his lap, slightly elevated where you’re seated for the perfect height for him. Yeah. That one.

3. His mind whites out when reader wears a pleated skirt. He’ll either start running his mouth (remember when he asked her to step on him?) or just let his body run on autopilot as he has one goal in mind, which leads to grabby hands and wandering eyes and not really giving a damn where you are or who sees. He’s such a brat.

[full-sunnies]

IM HOMNA CRY LOOK AT THE GC IN SOBJFK

HELPPP DUDE IDEK WHATS GOING ON THERE 💀💀💀 ngl i feel kinda out of place sometimes but the convos there are the types i wanna do with other people too 😩

(the ones thatll get you cancelled if word gets out jvhshska)

[daughterwifed]

thoughts on viktor from arcane??

umm I like his accent I think he’s actually very cute compared to a lot of arcane characters

[elixirfromthestars]

thank you for hosting such a fun event for halloween! i loved my treats 💙

You’re welcome!! 🫶🏼✨ Thank you for participating!! 🧡💜💚

[baekhyunnybyun]

1, 25, 36, 45 for the exo game :)

Ok so first of all hi mel 🫶🏻 second of all hiiii suho 🤭 third of all get ready for a loooong reply 😂

1. bias and why?

well, if it isn't obvious to everyone already, it's baekhyun (ik yk this mel) but WHY is it baek? So I didn't start as a baekhyun stan. I actually didn't like him that much at first 🫣 it was like 4-5 years after exo debuted that I switched to him and it was very gradual process. BUT I know it started when he was beginning to do solo stuff like his songs with suzy & k.will and then cbx started and I just kept seeing him and started to like him more and more. At first it was just his voice and then I fell in love with his silly personality and it just kept snowballing from there. Also have you SEEN him in the monster mv? Ok this got SO LONG so will stop now 😂

25. exo song you love to dance to?

there are approx 2049392 exo songs that I love dancing to. I overthought my answer to this so much 😅 I wanted to say blooming day by cbx but that's a unit song. And I didn't really want to pick a title track. SO I'm going with gravity. Final answer lmao

36. what would you tell your bias of you met them?

Ohh my god this is so hard. I think I'd say you're doing so well. I love you. Thank you for for being a bright light in the world and for being you and making my day better. Please give me a new album (that last one's more of a joke but only a little bit haha and I would probably actually say "I'm looking forward to more music from you")

45. share the first three exo-related pics you have saved on your phone/laptop

I just saved that 1st one today and the 3rd one's my icon 😅

send me an exo themed ask

[pandorainmymind]

hi, love! wink wink

helloooooo … 😏 my babyyyyy EHEHEHEH

[deartouya]

AHIPUNBSYVTIUYYBOIA YOUR MIND OH MY GOD I HAD A PHAT CRUSH ON THE GUY FROM BROTHER BEAR OML i love that movie sm (reminds me of spirit of the cimarron ugh yes the good shit)

YES OH MY GOD AKSJHS HE WAS SO HOT ?? and ahhh spirit is so dear to me

[artstennisracket]

riding art in the amazon position while patrick fucks him… he can’t even form a thought atp

ohhhhh yeahhhhh. thank you cat (@artdcnaldson) for clarifying cuz I didn’t understand how this would work anatomically at first BUT now I see the vision 🙂‍↕️

cw: nsfw (18+) artrick x reader

I feel like this is something Art would want but he would never explicitly say. Or actually let’s be real Art doesn’t even know what the amazon position is. It’s not until Patrick reports back having just done it in his latest hookup, “Yeah it’s like she’s fucking you but she’s not. So fucking hot”

Art doesn’t get the appeal until he stumbles across a porn video with that exact position. Now Art, with a hand down his pants, watches the girl slam down on the guy while he cries out fuck me please please fuck me. As if that’s not enough, another guy comes into frame and Art is confused as how he would fit into the equation at first until—oh. Now the main guy in the video is being ridden amazon style while the second guy actually fucks him and fuck. Art cums so fast.

Art gets off to that video a few dozen times until you walk in on him watching it. He’s embarrassed and you don’t know why until you force him to show you what he’s watching and it all makes sense now. “That’s what you want huh? Want me to fuck you like that? Want Patrick to fuck you like that?” He nods biting his lip as you jerk him off, filling his head with thoughts of both you and Patrick.

When the day finally comes, he’s nervous. Not because he’s never had sex with Patrick before but because he’s never had sex with both you and Patrick together at the same time. You try your best to calm his nerves, coaxing him out of his clothes, long and sensual makeout sessions as you start to jerk him off, “Just relax, we just wanna take care you baby.”

You’re all naked on the bed, Art laying on some pillows with you sitting on his lap, while Patrick sits at the foot of the bed stroking himself as he watches you two. You get into position, pushing Art’s knees towards his chest and lining him up with your hole. You sink down slowly, taking a second to let your body adjust. It doesn’t take long until you’re slamming down against him, fucking yourself on his dick, “Please fuck me, need it, fuck me please,” he whines gripping your hips so tight.

Patrick starting to prep Art, adding one finger after another. Fingering Art whilst you fuck your self on his dick. Art is already a whiny mess and Patrick hasn’t even fucked him properly yet.

When Patrick does line himself up, he braces himself on your shoulders, pushing into Art. His head catches on Art’srim before he continues pushing deeper. Art gasps at the sensation. You riding him while Patrick pushes into him has to be top two euphoric experiences. You lean forward hands planted on either side of Art’s head, so he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. “You’re so greedy huh? Needed both me and Patrick to fuck you properly? Fucking slut,” you moan out as his tongue circles your nipple. Art whines, nodding in agreement.

Once Patrick starts really thrusting into Art, you try to match his pace. He’s grabbing at Art’s thighs, leaning against you just a tad, fucking into Art. “Taking us so well, fuck Art, you were made for this,” Patrick grunts out between thrusts. With all that stimulation, you both know Art won’t last very long, “Shit ‘m gonna cum, gonna fucking fill you up, fuck,” he moans spilling inside of you.

Patrick isn’t too far behind, you can feel his rhythm start to stutter. His hands moving to grab your boobs, pinching your nipples between his fingers, “Yes fuck, gonna cum inside you.” And with a few final thrusts he finishes inside Art.

Luckily they’re both up for round two, same position only this time Patrick puts it in your ass.

[melaningifs]

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[littleblondesoprano]

>:) indigo salmonella whales cary-mel latte(?? maybe) AND montrero!! 💌

Valente!!!! You're gonna make me cry!!!

Indigo: we're two mututals, hugging in the inbox, 1000 miles apart and we are gay (YES. All the hugs! And the (for me, secret) gay!!)

Salmonella: that's some big Mrs. Frizzle energy right there (she's my final form; I want her star dress)

Whales: you, me, aquarium date in the fish tunnel right now. (yES)

Cary-mel: your hugs def soft and warm and perfect and I want them (I am sending hugging vibes to you, Fluffy is adding her purrs from behind my head also)

Latte (maybe): you're the teachers pet that is too nice to hate. (Yeah no, I make friends with most of my professors, that's on it. I follow like four of them on Instagram and am facebook friends with a few more 😂)

Monterero: definitely the coolest person I know 1000%

[artstennisracket]

i beg for more Dilf! art 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

ask and you SHALL receive. and i’m just missing him extra these days sighhh and ive been super inactive sorry

nsfw (18+), dubcon, he still has erectile dysfunction but he’s medicated now

i just feel like once he starts taking ED meds, he becomes insatiable. like he’s a teenager again. fucking you every chance he gets. you just got back from pilates? he’s eating you out. you’ve barely made it through the front door and he’s pulling down your leggings right there. you protest because your sweaty but he insists, mumbling into your pussy, “don’t care, you always taste good.” jerking himself off at the same time.

you want to treat him by baking cookies? he’s fucking you right there on the kitchen counter, spreading you open and sliding right in. you whine about the cookies getting cold but he grunts in between thrusts about “needing to work up his appetite” and “burning calories” in preparation for eating the cookies you’ve made. also makes a corny joke afterwards about only wanting your cookie.

even in the middle of night. when he can’t sleep he’s rocking his aching cock against your ass, begging you to let him in. even if your too tired, you’ll reach back to hold yourself open for him. letting him use you to get off.

don’t even get started on movie nights. at this point you guys have never even finished a movie. halfway through he’s pulling you into his lap and sliding his sweatpants down, pulling your pajama shorts to the side, letting you sink down on him. he has one arm around your waist with a tight grip so he can hold you steady as he fucks up into you.

but everytime he always wants you cum first, begging and pleading, “please baby, are you close? does it feel good? fuck I’m so close. need you to cum first baby. wanna make you feel good.” he doesn’t always last. sometimes coming before you, “’m sorry baby fuck i’m coming, i’m sorry, i’m sorry.” but he’ll always makeup for it by making you cum on his tongue.

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Can Patrick just lick arts abs 🧍‍♀️or the other way around

yeah so this would be something mrta!patrick would visualize in his head constantlyyyyy but 2019!patrick would execute with no shame.

nsfw (18+)

Art would come back from an early practice while Patrick’s still in bed. He would take his shirt off, abs glistening with sweat. Patrick who still has foggy morning brain would say something like “Can I lick your abs?” Art would laugh and think he’s joking, until he realizes that Patrick is serious. And how could Art deny such a ridiculous request when Patrick looked so fucking effortlessly sexy with his curls unruly and his voice deep and groggy, laced with morning. He would insist on at least showering first, but Patrick claims it’s better when Art’s sweaty.

So that’s how Art ends up laying face up on their bed (specifically on the comforter cuz he doesn’t wanna get the sheets dirty since he hasn’t taken a shower yet) with Patrick hovering over him. Patrick starts from the top of where Art’s happy trail would be (if he wasn’t clean shaven) and makes his way up and over the divots and sections of Art’s abs. Art is squirming underneath him, his breathing irregular from how turned on he’s getting. Patrick smirks since he can feel Art getting hard underneath him. He watches the way Art’s abs contract when Art sucks in a deep breath as Patrick grabs his erection.

Which just dissolves into Patrick giving Art a blowjob but pulling off right as Art finishes. Art’s cum falling all over his abdomen and just a little getting on Patrick’s chin. And who is Patrick if not someone who cleans up the messes he causes ;)

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art (weed virgin) getting high with patrick (experienced stoner) for the first time at a frat party, and accidentally getting hard… patrick has to corrall him away from flirting (“i’m just being nice!”) with his tennis team, into the bathroom to tell him to keep it in his pants. art gets all whiny and patrick has to take care of him 😊

there’s actually a scene like this is like this in ch 2 of camp evergreen (my artrick summer camp au on ao3) but just the weed virgin part and then Patrick shows him how to shot gun😏 but shameless plug asideeeee i actually really like where your going with this prompt anon ;)

not proofread hehe

cw: nsfw(18+), drug use, d/s undertones

Art had been high before sure. Other drugs though. He’s done ecstasy, coke, ketamine (by accident), and poppers (he was drunk and persuaded to try, story for another time). But he’s never smoked weed.

Weed was always Patrick’s thing. He would always try to goad Art into trying it but Art never had a desire to. But Patrick would always say “when you lose your weed virginity it better be with me” and left it at that.

Art never liked how it smelled and preferred cigarettes, but he quit when he got to Stanford, inhalation drugs were bad for his lungs.

But now they’re at this frat party and Art is already tipsy, it’s seemingly very easy for Patrick to convince him to try weed.

“c’mon just a little hit?” Patrick asks as he hold up the joint in front of Art’s lips.

They’re sitting next to each other on the couch of a frat house. There’s another guy from the tennis team on Art’s left and a few other tennis teammates scattered around the room. They’re all smoking courtesy of Patrick for bringing “the good stuff”. Art had been passing up his turn for a few rotations but he’s been getting progressively drunker and maybe a little second hand high.

So this time to everyone’s surprise but especially Patrick’s, Art shrugs and lets Patrick press the joint against his lips. He takes a drag and blows the smoke out. Woah. The feeling that washes over his body was kinda euphoric.

He feels super relaxed but also a little dizzy from the alcohol.

“good?” Patrick asks from his place in the couch.

Art nods, taking the joint out of Patrick’s hand so he can take another drag.

Patrick smirks, “take it easy there tiger.” He always knew Art would like it but he wasn’t sure why Art was so stubborn about it.

As time passed on and everyone gets progressively more inebriated, Patrick starts to notice that Art is acting a little…slutty? ditzy? Somewhere in between.

He basically sitting on the lap of the guy who was sitting on the other side of the sofa. The last few passes of the joint, multiple teammates offered to shot gun with Art instead.

“what’s that?” Art asks giggling. Patrick could count on one hand the amount of times he’s heard Art let out an actual girl-like giggle in their years of friendship. But now here Art is giggling every damn second like his teammates are the funniest people on the planet.

“c’mere I’ll show you,” The guy that Art’s practically sitting in the lap of, which Patrick has now learned that his name is Luke. He pulls Art fully into his lap now, turning Art so that Art’s straddling him.

Luke takes a drag from the joint holding the smoke in his mouth. Luke moves his hand to grab the back of Art’s neck so their noses are almost touching. Art lets his eyes slip close, almost like he expects Luke kiss him.

“so fucking eager,” one of the teammates call out from across the room. Patrick is going to have to agree, when the fuck did Art become so easy? This isn’t turning Patrick on at all…

Luke tips Art’s chin down, thumb dragging on Art’s bottom lip until he opens his mouth just a little bit. Luke gently blows the smoke into Art’s mouth and Art inhales it. Art blows out the remaining smoke and bites his lip before he says, “that was fun.”

And in seconds Art is being passed around from one teammate’s lap to the next, shot gunning with them all. Patrick thinks it’s really fucking unfair that he was the one that even convinced Art to try weed in the first place and he isn’t getting any attention from Art. Everyone else is benefiting. Patrick was feeling a little jealous but also growing very hard in his jeans.

“he’s just so fucking pretty right?” Luke asks Patrick, but Luke still has his eyes glued on Art.

Patrick smiles lazily. Art has always been pretty. Pretty like a girl. Soft smooth skin and all. When Art started shaving his whole body years ago Patrick made fun of him for it even though secretly he really liked it. “yeah try being his roommate for 6 years, he’s fucking oblivious.”

Luke scoffs, “you’re telling me you never fucked him? no fucking way.”

Patrick shrugs. He had given up on chasing Art years ago. It’s draining being so close to someone who doesn’t reciprocate any type of romantic feelings so he just repressed his feelings and moved on.

As Art is being passed from lap to lap, his teammates get progressively more touchy. Some of them even grinding up against Art. There’s some exchanges of words that Patrick can’t fully hear, but he’s sure that Art is flirting with every single person in that fucking room. The last teammate fully groping Art’s ass as they shotgun. He tries to have Art stay sitting on his lap even after the shotgunning is over. But Art finds Patrick’s eyes across the room. And Art is fucking smirking. Is he doing this to Patrick on purpose?

Patrick can see the look on Art’s face. His face is flushed, his eyes are glossy and red rimmed from all the smoking. He’s just over there looking all fuckable, teasing not only Patrick but being a cocktease to everyone in the room. Eventually Patrick gets fed up walking over to where Art is sitting on god knows whose lap.

Patrick grabs Art by his wrist pulling him out of the room. There’s some lingering chattering as the team watched them leave. Most notable being Luke saying, “I knew they fucked before.”

Art whines as Patrick pulls him into the bathroom and shoves him against the door. “what the fuck was that about?” Patrick asks.

Art shrugs smiling. His pupils are fully dilated, “what was what about?”

Patrick scoffs, “if I didn’t know any better i’d think you were trying to incite the first ever tennis team orgy at Stanford. or was that not the first time?”

Usually when Patrick gets mad at him Art gets really upset, and usually cries because he can’t physically handle Patrick being upset with him. But at this moment considering Art is high as a kite, it’s kind of turning him on.

Art is biting his lip as he looks up to meet Patrick’s eyes. He doesn’t even respond to Patrick just keeps looking at him.

Patrick noticed that Art is half hard and when he puts two and two together he realizes the state that Art’s in. Jesus fuck. “oh you’re not even listening to me are you baby? just need to be touched hm?” Patrick coos moving his hand to cup Art’s cheek.

Art nods nuzzling his face against Patrick’s touch.

And Patrick doesn’t need to be told twice. He gets to work kissing down the side of Art’s neck while he works to unbutton Art’s shorts.

“i should fucking mark you, leave hickeys on your neck so ur teammates know you belong to me,” Patrick whispers in Art’s ear. Art moans which turns into a gasp as Patrick starts jerking him off.

“this is what you needed right? wanted to be touched so bad you started acting like a slut right? bet you would’ve let them fuck you if I wasn’t here.”

“oh fuck- Patrick,” Art whines letting his forehead fall against Patrick’s shoulder. Art’s hips start stuttering so Patrick knows that Art’s close.

“or maybe you wanted to make me jealous. maybe you wanted me to fuck you right there in front of all them. bend you over the couch and show them who you belong to hm?” Patrick continues.

“please fuck please ‘m gonna cum Patrick,” Art groans as he releases all over Patrick’s fist, making a mess in his shorts.

Patrick smirks pulling his hand out of Art’s shorts, “i don’t remember saying you could cum.”

Blood rushes to Art’s cheeks as he blushes, “‘m sorry i-i didn’t mean to.”

“it’s okay i’m sure you can find a way to make it up to me.”

So they go back to Art’s dorm. And if Art is limping a little the next time he has tennis practice, his teammates make sure to give him hell for it.