I Just Got Back From A Fucking Awful Overnight Trip So I Gotta Pass Out Now But When I Awake I Have Lots

thinking about drunk art coming to your apartment in the middle of the night to cry in your arms and then suddenly he’s looking deep into your eyes and trying to kiss you:/ it’s all tongue and clashing teeth and desperate grasps at your hips but he can’t really do anything to stop it. the room is spinning, and you’re warm, and you’re comforting him, and now he needs to be inside you

Imagine being secret fwb with Patrick UGH you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off each otherrrrrrrrrrrr

omg i loveeeee this sm...

no one knows about the two of you.. surprisingly patrick is able to keep it a secret, even from art. it's definitely a situation of convenience for him.. you fuck like rabbits when he comes back from tour to visit art.. and he never texts you while he's away (except for an occasional picture of him in the shower after a game).

i feel like one time he didn't tell you he'd be visiting art, and you see him at a crowded frat party from across the room.. you head into the kitchen to grab another drink to fill your red solo cup, and when you turn around you're face to face with him.. you make small talk because your friends are watching, wondering what you're doing with a guy who obviously doesn't go to stanford. he walks away.. but a moment later you get a text from him saying "meet me upstairs ;)"

you two are on each other immediately, patrick skillfully unhooking your bra and you slipping his jeans down his legs.. you're lucky the party downstairs is so loud, or else everyone would be able to hear the sound on the headboard banging against the wall.. "best pussy i ever fuckin' had.." he groans lowly against you. you almost wish he wasn't being responsible when he cums inside of the condom, only a thin latex shield stopping you from feeling just how much he missed you..

you both stumble downstairs afterwards, staggering your exits so no one could realize the two of you were upstairs together.. you don't see him at the party after that, but when you get home and get in bed, your phone dings with a notification from patrick..

"thanks for being such a great friend" <3

just got back from seeing coraline in 3d! it was so good but the first 40 minutes were blurry cuz the theater messed up😭 im working on many wips rn but the first one to come out will be more p links cuz yall are horny❤

i am in an extreme patrick zweig mood rn.... send help

his nose

his eyes

his freckles

his lips

his face

i’m dead

omg over 1k notes... thank u guys.. we truly are the horniest fandom.. i love yall <3333

the new update is making me very angry, if i knew it was going to be like this i wouldn't have updated 😭i know it's a small change but still

mmm could you give me some dirtbag tennis coach! patrick x barely legal! reader. she’s just freshly 18 as of a few weeks ago and she’s been waitinggg to get her hands on an older man. who is he to deny her that?

dirtbag coach! patrick zweig x barely legal fem! reader (headcanons)

- patrick first comes into your life to coach your younger sibling during summer break, you observe him from the kitchen window, sipping on a glass of lemonade and watching him stretch and swing the racket <3

- your parents actually catch you staring at him, but they assume it's because you want to learn tennis too, so they ask patrick to teach you as well <3

- as your coach, patrick is very strict, he always corrects your form, standing closely behind you as he guides your form with his big warm hands... and you definitely notice the bulge pressing against your lower back <3

- patrick isn't stupid, he has enough experience to know that you like him, i mean a dumbass could tell that when you come out and watch him coach your sibling, sucking on a lollipop and making eyes at him <3

- it annoys you that patrick won't do anything about the mutual understanding youve reached, he won't even talk to you outside of your lessons :( but, of course patrick is no beginner when it comes to lust, so, against the judgement he might make with his dick (which he desperately wants to ram inside you), he uses his brain, thinking things can only get hotter if he keeps resisting your advances <3

- patrick (surprisingly) does have morals and does feel bad that he's so much older than you, he knows it's wrong but after he leaves your lessons he sits in his car and fists his cock furiously to the thought of being your first real man <3

- it hurts him to grit his teeth and pretend that all is well when you flash your lacy panties at him from under your skirt, or roll your hips back into his when he's behind you correcting your form <3

- but, as we know, patrick isn't perfect, and of course he snaps, telling your parents he's taking you to his car to show you a new racket he picked out (a dumb lie, but they believe it), you immediately find yourself pinned down in the backseat, his hairy, meaty thigh between your legs and the scruff on his face tickling your cheeks <3

- he's surprised to find out you're a virgin, despite acting so sensually towards him, but the minute he sees blood at the base of his dick he can't help but pound you so hard into the backseat that the car rocks, he knows you're a keeper when you slip him your underwear to hang on to as you prance back to your house <3

day 18: punishment <3

authors note: this is totally late im so sorry.. also i am skipping day 19, partially because im extremely tired and also because i don't know how to incorporate food into sex <3

art knew what he was doing was wrong, he just didn't care. he was past the point of caring.

you've been away for weeks (2 to be exact) and art hasn't jerked off at all since you've left. sure.. he's brushed up against his pillow while he's going to sleep one too many times, and sure hes "accidentally" stroked himself a little too much in the shower.. but he's been good!! he's been your good boy and followed your orders. until now.

you texted art that your flight was running late, grounded for about 2 hours because of the winter storm currently running its course outside the airport.

"sorry artie, flight is delayed cuz of weather, don't wait up for me baby, might not even be home tonight"

"okay :( i miss you soooo much, text me when u land pls"

"alright angel, will do :) love u <3"

"love u too <3"

art sighs and flops on the unbearably empty bed, flinging his phone a little farther than he meant to and wincing. he looks down at his cock slowly filling out in his jeans and groans. what is he supposed to do without you here? as thoughts of you start to cloud his mind, art can't stop thinking that if he just jerked off really quick and got rid of all the evidence, you wouldn't know it, and you'd come back none the wiser and he wouldn't get punished. great plan right? wrong.

after furiously jerking off until he cums himself silly, art finds himself totally unable to clean up after himself, cum stating to dry on his blanket and stomach, as well as tissues strewn about the bed. art sighs and tries to fight the sleepiness that clouds his mind and makes his eyelids droop more and more. he thinks to himself that he'll clean himself up before you get back, and drifts off to sleep with a smile on his face.

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you arrive at your apartment door hauling your heavy suitcase and back pack behind you, trying your best not to jingle your keys too much and wake up art. you carefully unlock the door and push your bags inside, slipping off your shoes and walking into the house tiredly, wanting nothing more to sleep for 20 hours. you're stopped however, when you round the corner and see art splayed out on your bed, absolutely naked, cuddling your pillow with a cum stained blanket bedside him. you sigh, leaning down to pick up the scattered tissues and throw them away. when you're done with that, you gently sit next to art, trying to pull away the dirty blanket from him and replace it with a new one.

art senses the movement and awakens, first being elated to see your face, and then shocked at the fact that he was caught red-handed. "h-hi.." art looks away from you and blushes. "hey artie.. you gonna tell me what happened?" you coo at him softly, tricking his brain into thinking he won't get punished. "w-well i jus' missed you so much and then when you said you weren't gonna be home for a while i just couldn't handle it anymore.. b-but i swear i didn't do anything while you were away!! except for that.." art rambles, trying to plead his case in front of you. you smile and nod, reaching out to cup his face. art sighs, he's safe. "... but you remember what the rule was, right?"

arts eyes snap open from their blissful state. "w-what?" art is starting to lose his composure, guilt washing through him. "the rule? remember.. before i left i told you that you weren't allowed to masturbate at all while i was gone. and you broke the rule artie.." you say with a pout on your face. "l-listen 'm sorry, 'm really sorry.. you understand right? i- just couldn't take it anymore.." you shake your head, "you know that i have to punish you right? it's what i told you would happen if you broke the rules.." art nods sadly, trying to charm you with his puppy-dog eyes but you're stronger than that, not falling for his tricks.

art tries his best to hide his obvious arousal from you, but you see how hard he is through the blanket he's covering himself with. you inch closer to him, gently pulling the blanket off of him, watching as his cock slaps against his stomach. art whines and looks away from you, moaning softly when you grip him in your hand. even though he's already practically empty from cumming earlier. you stroke him up and down gently, smiling happily when he bucks his hips up to meet your touch, feeling like he's halfway to heaven after not feeling your touch on him the whole time you've been away.

arts head is in the clouds, watching as you stroke him faster and faster, your hand getting slick from all of the precum drooling out of him. you know he's getting close, his hips move faster, almost fucking your hand, as his moans turn almost girlish. "'m gettin' close.. it feels s' good.. thankyouthankyouthankyou..." art doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence before you rip your hand off of him, leaving art to pathetically hump the air to try to finish himself off, but it's no use, his orgasm is completely ruined. art has tears brimming in his eyes, "w-why did you do that.. i- i was s' close.." his lower lip wobbles. you tilt your head to the side, hand smoothing over his milky thigh. "what do you mean artie? i told you that you'd be punished, did you forget so easy?" art frowns, shaking his head. "i- i didn't forget i just.. it's unfair" he pouts. you smile and bring art closer to you, cuddling him against your sternum.

"i know.. and im sorry.. you know i hate when you're sad, but you have to learn your lesson yeah?" you press a kiss to his forehead. art nods, cuddling up to you. "yeah.. 'm sorry really, it's just cuz i missed you so much" art says quietly, blushing a little bit. "i missed you too artie, don't worry, ill make it up to you soon" <3

I need to cuddle with Stanford puppy art SO BAD RN

Cuddles with Art <333 I feel like he looooves being a little spoon in the stanford era but sometimes he just wants to actually be the one holding you. He runs hot like a human space heater— so cozy to just rest your head on his chest and wrap yourself around him. Ane he’s so affectionate <3 Kisses the top of your head, rubs your back. He’s so lovey and sweet <3

Auuuhghhhhh need him bad

ive never wanted to be a tennis racket so badly..

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