Ohhh Sageee I Hath Returnedddd, Forgive Me If This Isnt That Coherent, Im Extremely Tired.

ohhh sageee i hath returnedddd, forgive me if this isnt that coherent, im extremely tired.

so, im thinkin about puppy!reader and puppy!art going on a playdate that their owners, Tashi and Patrick, set up for them. (i call Tashi, dear lorddd i need her to own me so damn bad🙏😩) anyways, as planned, it ends up with the two pups gettin too needy and usin each other. honestly im really just beggin to be bred and knotted by art

sageeEEE <3

tashi's always got you on such a short leash too (sometimes literally), so it's so hard to contain yourself when you meet art !! you get all warm and fuzzy at the smell of him and the sight of his pretty blonde curls.

art, on the other hand, is playful and kind and excitable and very much not disciplined by patrick. like, at all. but he's generally a good boy so pat doesn't actually feel the need to do much. the one thing he should have taught art not to do, though, is hump everything in sight.

so when patrick brings art over to tashi's, he's beaming as he springs out to greet you—rubbing his nose into your neck and breathing in the smell of your pheromones and everything there is to know and like about you. patrick plops down on the couch next to your owner, and she gives a soft tug on your collar when art begins to try to roll his hips up against yours.

a pout on your lips is all the resistance tashi gets from you before you back away and art is called over by patrick.

half an hour goes by, both you and art sitting on the ground in front of tashi and patrick respectively, and then the two make the mistake of deciding to leave their puppies alone in favor of going out to grab more wine.

another half hour passes, and when the two brunettes return to the home, they get so surprised by the sight they see when they walk in that they nearly drop the two bottles of sauvignon blanc !

art's got you trapped between his body and the luxurious rug laid out on the hardwood floor, rutting into your sticky body without a care in the world. he can't help it, and neither can you. it was foolish, really, for tashi and pat to have left you two alone together and not expect a scene like this one to come as a consequence. neither of you are even grounded enough to notice them watching.

your slick is all over the floor, dripping down from your hole as you bite into art's shoulder. he whines out and then tenses all over just as a current of white-hot pleasure rips through him and you.

his knot swells, locking him deep inside you as he pants and writhes and humps his spilling load into your cunt. your back arches up and you nearly yelp as the stretch from the knot aches within your soft walls, but it's painfully good. ten more seconds of both of you riding out your highs is all that is needed for you to snap back to your senses and lift your head up enough to spot the two slightly-amused owners peering down at the mess from the doorway.

art's still too gone to even move; continuously jolting his hips as his come continues to breed you.

tashi considers shooing the two boys out the door so that she can get you alone and spank you as punishment, and patrick almost considers doing the same to art, but they both silently agree with just a look to each other that the feeling of being uncomfortably knot-locked for the foreseeable future will be enough for the both of you to learn your lesson. hopefully.

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heartbeat. — patrick zweig.

gif: @harcive

pairing: college!patrick x fem!reader

summary: patrick is a womanizer until he mets you.

warnings: use of y/n, fluff, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do this!!), 18+.

patrick was a slut. everyone knew it, and he wore it like a badge of honor. he was happy of the line of girls trailing behind him, savoring the thrill of a new one every day, and taking pride in fucking them all.

but then he met you. the first time he laid eyes on you, you were on the tennis court, playing with a friend of yours. patrick had come to visit art, but in that instant, his plans took an unexpected turn. he watched you intently, studying every movement. your hair, pulled back into a high ponytail, swayed with each step. your cheeks glowed with a delicate flush from the heat. the white outfit you wore accentuated every curve of your body, contrasting beautifully with your sun-kissed skin. the skirt, matched with the snug top, highlighted your long, smooth legs. patrick focused on the soft grunts escaping your lips each time you struck the ball, and he couldn't help but imagine the sounds you'd make if you were beneath him-

“patrick, there you are!” art’s voice shattered his reverie. “hey, yeah. let’s go,” patrick responded, his mind still partially absorbed by the vision of you, as he turned to face his best friend.

they began to walk away, but before they completely left the court, patrick glanced back one last time. you had also turned in their direction, and when your eyes met his, you gave a slight smile before refocusing on your game.

and when that evening you heard a knock on your dorm room door, patrick was the last person you expected. yet there he was, standing in front of you with one hand behind his neck, looking a bit awkward. you were already wearing your pajamas, a cozy set with white and pink stripes.

yes, patrick asked art about you. so many questions.

you couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh when you saw him. "uhm, hi," you said, trying to mask your surprise. "hey, am i disturbing?" he asked casually, as he slipped his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

you shook your head quickly, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks. "no, no. do you want..". without finishing your sentence, you stepped aside to make room for him to enter. he took the silent invitation with a small smile, stepping into your cozy room.

“i’m patrick, by the way,” he said, his gaze fixed on you as you settled onto your bed, crossing your legs. he mirrored your movement, sitting down beside you. “y/n,” you replied softly. “i know.” he closed his eyes for a brief moment, cursing himself for the admission, but the light chuckle that escaped your lips made him open them again.

conversation flowed effortlessly between you, which was surprising. he was usually the type to skip the small talk, to get straight to the point, and then vanish without a trace. that’s how it always worked. but with you, things felt different. there was an ease, a comfort in simply being there with you, lying on the bed and talking as if time had no hold on you.

but he found his eyes repeatedly drawn to your glossy lips. he was mesmerized by the way they moved as you spoke, the rhythm of your words, the occasional curve into a smile. the desire to feel them against his own lips grew with each passing moment.

and that’s how a make-out session began between the two of you. your back pressed against the mattress, patrick hovering above you, propping himself up on his elbows on either side of your head as you parted your lips to let his tongue in. your hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling and pulling him closer to you, eliciting a low moan from his mouth.

his movements were hurried and almost frantic as he removed your pajamas, tossing them to the floor without a second thought. you mirrored his urgency, peeling off his clothes.

he paused for a moment, his eyes raking over your form with intensity, his eyes dark with desire. “gorgeous,” he murmured, the word barely audible, more a reverent whisper to himself. his lips descended to your neck, trailing soft, sloppy kisses and delicate bites along your skin. his fingers played at the edge of your panties, teasing, making your breath hitch and small sounds escape your lips.

those soft whimpers seemed to spur him on, driving him to the edge of control. “lift your hips for me, baby,” he whispered against your neck, his breath hot against your skin, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. obediently, you lifted your hips, allowing him to slide your panties down and off. they were already slightly damp, a fact that brought a smirk to patrick’s lips.

he positioned himself between your legs, carefully lining himself with your entrance. his gaze softened as he offered you a final reassuring look, and you responded with a barely perceptible nod, signaling your readiness.

as he eased into you, a sudden, intense pleasure caused your eyes to snap shut and your lips to part in a beautiful, involuntary moan. “fuck. you’re so tight,” patrick groaned, his voice hushed but filled with raw desire. he pulled out slowly before sliding back in, his pace gradually increasing with each thrust. his gaze fell to the point where your bodies connected, watching in awe as your heat enveloped him with a perfect, snug fit. “it’s like it was made for me,” he grunted, the words almost lost in the mix of his heavy breathing and guttural sounds escaping his lips.

his hands moved from your hips to beneath your knees, lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist. this new angle deepened the connection, intensifying the pleasure.

“oh god,” you moaned in response, your nails scratching along his back as you arched into him. everything felt perfect, the sensation almost overwhelming.

“’m close,” you whispered breathlessly. “me too,” patrick replied, his thrusts growing faster and more urgent as he felt your walls tightening around him.

the room was filled with the rhythmic sounds of your joined bodies and the breathless mingling of your moans.

after just a few thrusts, you reached your climax, the intense pleasure causing your fluids to stain the bed sheets and cling to your thighs.

patrick quickly followed, his body tensing as he moaned deeply. he sank into you completely, buried deep inside as his head rested in the crook of your neck, trying to catch his breath. you gently caressed his hair, both of you enveloped in the silence. your bodies moved in sync as your breaths gradually slowed to a more regular pace.

after a moment, patrick whispered, “i’ll get a towel to clean up,” pressing a kiss to your cheek. he rose from the bed and went to the bathroom, his movements deliberate as he searched for a towel, grabbing the first one he saw.

patrick wasn’t sure why he was doing this. he had never cared about the aftermath before. as he returned to the bed, he found you peacefully asleep, a soft smile gracing your lips.

with gentle care patrick began to clean the sweat and fluids from your body. he moved slowly, making sure not to wake you up.

the next morning, you found yourself alone in your dorm room. it was to be expected, right?

trying not to dwell on it, you went about your morning routine. as you were in the hallway, you bumped into someone. “art. hey.”

“hey. sorry.” he replied, a touch of embarrassment in his voice. “after last night, patrick wanted me to give you his number. he’s not sure if he’ll be able to make it here today.” a low laugh escaped his lips. you smiled as you took his phone, noting patrick’s number before entering it into your own.

after you finished, you handed art his phone back, but a sudden realization made your smile fade. “wait. you know about last night?” you asked, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

art’s eyes widened, clearly realizing he had overstepped. “he just told me it was the best sex he’s ever had. no details,” he explained quickly.

it was true; for patrick, it had been the best sex of his life. what wasn’t true was that art didn’t know the details—because he definitely did.

the unseen years

this song fits patrick zweig somehow btw https://open.spotify.com/track/6qqAVksnhhPblW2ZRB0s1r?si=ogvEB46kQzW5n3m-0RwYKg

art donaldson x broadway actor user headcanons

˖⋆࿐໋ art who collects all the little tickets he gets when watches users shows on premiere nights.

˖⋆࿐໋ art who sits in the first row cheering user on and stares at them with a proud smile.

˖⋆࿐໋ art who begs user to film premiere nights when he's travelling for tournaments so he can watch them perform regardless where he is.

˖⋆࿐໋ art who helps user rehearse their lyrics even if he has no idea what's going half the time.

THANK GOD SOMPME MATCHING MY FREAK RN 🙏🙏😔 ILYSM BRUH

Drug dealer!Patrick Zweig x Fem reader <3

tw: mentions of drugs, no smut this time folks! (slightly incoherent, not proofread)

Patrick Zweig, who couldn't scrounge up enough money using challengers and tournaments this month- so he gets his weed dealer to help him out. he works for him for a bit before making enough money to actually sell his own product, he's never had so much money in these past few years! who cares where he gets it? it's not like he's using the hard stuff anyway. sure enough, one of his regulars show up with a innocent little friend, you. you barely look 21, compared to Patrick's 30 years of age. your friend was apparently a regular here, which didn't suprise you all that much. he explains that you had been looking to try out some drugs, live life not like the usual goody two shoes you are.

Patrick Zweig, being the dirty man he is; gives the pair a discount- but only if he can watch this cute thing get her first high.

they arrive at a secluded spot by a lake, and Patrick watches with eager eyes as you gulp down a pill of ecstasy. he's practically forgotten your name, all he can think about is how you makes his dick twitch..

After a few moments, you're completely out of it, struggling to walk and drooling all over yourself as you giggles out insincere apologies to your poor friend. Patrick is rock hard by this point, he keeps adjusting himself in his ever tightly growing jeans.

You look beautiful like this. lips parted, drooling, stumbling, tripping over your own words, being needy, clingy, and so fucking dazed. like some ditz.

he offers to take you home, be a gentleman. he'l take out a pen, writing his number on the pulse of your neck in red ink while you arent paying any attention.

Call me if you wanna feel even better, sugar

he whispers sweet nothings into your ear while he walks you home, Patrick cant help but imagine what you'd look like drooling over his cock, instead of some measly drug. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"yeah? that's your name, eh? pretty name for a pretty lady."

"god, you are just so fucking pretty when you're so drugged out like this. not a single thought in your brain, ah? no? good."

good

"that's how it should be, pretty"

Patrick uncaps the marker again, writing all over the your body, not like toid be able to do anything. poor you. hearts on your boobs, stars on your thighs, and his name everywhere.

"Alright, this is your house? m'kay sug' be safe. sleep well, my cute little ditz. drugged out so perfect f'me..." the door soon closes, and you babble an incoherent goodbye.

next time, Patrick isnt gonna be a gentleman. he'll fuck you up, in every possible sense <3

(guys I hope this is coherent or atleast any good. luv yall!)

-xoxo Ari <3