Welcome, Enjoy Your Stay!!

Welcome, Enjoy Your Stay!!

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Hi! You can call me Ari or Ven, I'm 19!! its nice to meet you!! I'm a bit rusty with my writing so please forgive me, I'm starting this blog for fun mainly, but it's also a good way to improve my writing.

(She/They)

(♌☀️ • ♏🌙 • ♉⭐)

(Bisexual + Polyamorous)

RULES

1.MINORS DNI FOR MY NSFW POSTS

2. If I didn't do your request dont spam me abt it, I'm probably working on it or just wast comfortable writing it

3. no hate speech, be respectful.

What I will write

-Fluff, angst, Romantic, and smut! anything goes!

What I *WONT* write:

-[Character] x Male reader (Sorry! I just dont know how lmao)

-[Character x Character] I only do x Fem/GN reader

-Adult x child for obvious reasons

-i dont rlly know how to write platonic things but I'll try them depending on who it is I'll try!!

Anything else is fine though, feel free to ask away! I'll try and get to everyones ask's ASAP but forgive me if I dont and please be patient with me. I hope you enjoy and follow me throughout my chaotic writing journey!

I have the worst upload schedule known to man. I'm so, so sorry lmfao-

#xoxo Ari if you wanna find my stuff easily! (more specifically my fics)

ALL DIVIDERS I USE ARE FROM @cafekitsune + @adornedwithlight ALL THE CREDIT GOES TO THEM

-Xoxo, Ari

BROO I need need neeeed Artrick x reader meeting eachothers parents I feel like it would he such a shitshow 😭🙏

-🎶

Meeting Art's grandma 🥹🥹🥹 she knows Patrick and already calls him his curly friend, and then when she sees you, she instantly falls in love. Immediately begins showing you pictures of baby Art while the blonde is just blushing, telling you not to look, that he looks like an idiot in most of the photos. He wants to kill himself when Patrick points out one particular picture of baby Artie in a bathtub with a cute soap foam crown on his head. You have to admit it's adorable and you tease Art about it for the rest of the day.

Patrick's parents are a bit harder to please, at least you are feeling slightly awkward meeting them for the first time, dressed in the fanciest of your dresses. Again, they already know Art, so they assume you must be a good girl when they both like you. Patrick's father is a bit rough on you, making you feel like you're under an x-ray, as if he's just waiting for you to prove them how wrong of a choice you were for the boys. But his mother eventually warms up to you and compliments your dress as well.

If you were afraid of meeting the boys' parents, then they are absolutely desperate and frightened of meeting yours. Shaving thoroughly, combing their hair and picking the most representative of their shirts, they show up at your place with two bouquets of roses, one for you, the other one for your mom. They're at their best behaviour, genuinely, both of them calling your mom Mrs L/N even if she allowed them to call her by her first name. They don't even dare address your dad at all. He looks scary to them. But your dad actually likes the boys, he likes Art more, because the blonde appears more scared in his eyes and he gets a good laugh from teasing him. Surprisingly, him and Patrick click during dinner, now both of them making fun of Art and you have to hold his hand under the table while he blushes. It seems as either of your parents have chosen their favourite boy when Art helps your mom wash the dishes and Patrick sits in the living room with your dad, watching a football match on the TV and yelling at a particular player that messed up a seemingly clean shot.

Overall, all three meetings went better than all three of you have expected.

licking the screen rn.

MIKE FAIST Challengers (2024)

it's ok if pookie Art broke it <3 I forgive him :3

bro I was gonna make this fire Art c.ai bot right? so I go to my computer- ONLY TO FIND OUT IT BROKE AND WONT TURN ONNNN WTF BROOO..WHAT DO I EVEN DO!?!? I'm scared to go to a tech repair store so I only have my phone for now :(

NOOOOOO ART'S MASSIVE DUMP TRUCK BROKE YOUR COMPUTER

Try to call the tech support or something idk, I always call my dad when I have PC problems. 😭😭😭

OKAY, just aw that you’re okay with the bot request and I was thinking of a dilf art too? i onow you don’t really make art ones but it’s just an idea and then my other thought is making one with dilf patrick and dilf art.. idk what my obsession with them being dilfs is…

Since you've all been very good, I decided to give you a little double dilf situation ;))))) -> there you go.

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.