Writing An Artrick X Reader Fic.. The World Is Finally At Peace （｡>‿‿

these are so cute... feel free to send in as many as you'd like!!! im working on drafts rn but if y'all wanna get to know me better... <3

sanrio asks ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ ~) ₊˚⊹

kerroppi: what's your comfort film?

chococat: what do you miss the most about your childhood?

gudetama: which animal do you think you're most like?

hello kitty: if it were possible, which planet would you want to live on other than earth?

pochacco: are you a naturally flirty person?

little twin stars: how would you describe your style?

my melody: what is your dream job?

badtz-maru: favorite place you've traveled to?

pompompurin: how tall are you? do you wish you were any taller or shorter?

tuxedo sam: what is your love language?

cinnamoroll: favorite dessert?

pekkle: beach or mountains?

kuromi: if you could have any hair color, what color would you choose?

pandapple: what genre of music do you listen to the most?

charmmy kitty: what are your favorite video games?

chi chai monchan: are you more introverted or extroverted?

lloromannic: what are your favorite pizza toppings?

bonbonribbon: do you have any tattoos? if so, how many?

dear daniel: can you sing well?

my sweet piano: which social media app do you use the most?

day 24: "be quiet" <3

authors note: this is just kind of a ramble.. just got home from family christmas so im super tired.. (would y'all want to see a haul of christmas/chanukah stuff.. it'll be every day for chanukah stuff if y'all wanna see!!)

thinking about having a fun date night out with college! art.. getting a little drunk off the wine art bought you with his winnings from his last tournament..

you stumble into arts room, almost waking up patrick but he just snores and turns over making you and art giggle. you both fall into the bed, kicking off your pants and shirts. art totally tries his best to be quiet, but your hand is slipping under the covers and jerking him off.

art is trying so hard :( he's biting his lip, trying to quiet his breathing, everything he can, but it's not working. when you swipe a finger over his slit he's done for, moaning loud enough to surely wake patrick up, but he doesn't care. you do though, and you immediately slap a hand over his mouth, whispering to him, "be quiet"

of course, art finds this more attractive than he probably should, his eyes rolling back as he squirts cum all over your hand, the culmination of your soft hand on his cock, your voice whispering in his ear, and the possibility of patrick waking up and seeing the two of you. you can hear arts muffled moans against your hand as his hips buck up into your hand.

you smile, taking your hand off of his mouth and kissing his cheek. art is already pretty tired (and tipsy) and he falls asleep almost immediately. you settle down with him, resting your head on his chest as you look over to patricks bed, seeing his signature smirk across the room <3

i could give him something better to eat than those stupid smoothies 🤭

Sit on my face... bruhh loll who said that

fml... im crying in a lecture hall rn i can't do this

pls someone write a quick little fic about art/artrick comforting reader who's had a bad birthday and is crying in bed... asking for a friend.. totally

What about artie who just acts all serious when he first meets reader, while he’s literally screaming sobbing crying inside! he’s so pathetic about it like they talk and go separate ways but seconds later he runs after her bc he couldn’t keep up with his “cool” energy and just wants her number or insta or SOMETHING! Anything!

LITERALLY YESSSS

he's trying his best to be all nonchalant and cool but on the inside his heart is beating so fast he feels like he might pass out.. he's just saying "yeah" and "mhm" to everything you say but before you can walk away cuz you're annoyed, he practically begs for your number or insta or some way to contact you, and you can't resist those puppy eyes of his.. so you relent and give it to him.. but you leave him on delivered for a couple days to teach him a lesson <3

hi y'all! i had my colonoscopy and my endoscopy done this morning and they were both a success! nothing they found was outright concerning but they sent some stuff for biopsies! im totally wrecked though, my stomach feels awful and im super tired. im super sorry i haven't been active lately!! i always wanna give y'all content and fun stuff to read so hopefully once i feel better i can do that again! also, ive decided to end the 31 days of smut writing challenge early, ive just found that it's become sort of a hinderance to my writing, and usually with the prompts, im not writing what i want to. so from now on ill just be going off what i want to write, and what's in my inbox!! (which is looking a little empty right now.. hint hint..)

anyways, thank y'all for all the love and support recently <33

thinking about Patrick and Art qualifying for the olympics... thinking about wether they would share a room or not... thinking about the adrenaline when they win... thinking about the booze that's gonna be flowing through their veins when they win...

omg anon you're so right.. theyre both so excited to have qualified at all, art definitely cries when he hears the news, and patrick pats him on the back as if he doesn't have tears brimming in his eyes too. the trip to the olympics is quick, and from the moment they step into the village it's like their bodies are buzzing, looking at each other with both excitement and.. something else. when they get to their shared room patrick is more casual about it, telling art it's like their tennis academy days, but art is more bothered, worried about being in such close proximity with patrick. and to his credit, patrick definitely doesn't help.. art comes back into the room after a shower and sees that patrick has pushed their beds together, claiming that "you like to move around too much, you need more space than me". by the time night falls on the first day patrick is completely passed out on his side of the bed, just in a pair of his boxers. sliding into the bed far away from patrick, art falls asleep. waking up at the crack of dawn, art immediately freezes when he realizes patrick has absolutely moved closer to him, now practically wrapped around his back. art gets up quickly and takes a cold shower to wake up (and calm down the uncomfortable bulge in his shorts). the competition day goes by in a flash, with patrick cracking his usual jokes about their competitors and art wound up so tight he could snap in a second.

the whole game, art feels like time is moving in slow motion, hes never felt closer to patrick, the two of them communicating without saying or doing anything, just knowing what the other one wants to do. of course they win, and patrick does his signature move of jumping into arts arms, but this time it feels different.. as if the whole crowd was drowned out and it was just the two of them on the court. when they break away patrick is immediately looking towards the crowd and preening himself, and art is left to just watch him (which the tabloids do talk about, but that's for arts manager to deal with).

that night at the after party they are swarmed with admirers, buying them drink after drink and looking at their shiny new gold medals, art and patrick are pretty much split up from the moment they enter, patrick swarmed by already tipsy fans, grabbing at his clothes and skin and art is swarmed by professional tennis wannabes who are looking for quick advice and tips.

hours go by and without patrick, art is bored, deciding to slip away from the party and go back to his room, almost smashing into patrick on the way there. laughs and teases echo through the hallway as they struggle to open the door in their state, finally getting it open and pretty much toppling on the floor. theyre both flushed and sweaty, big wide smiles on their faces, art flops onto the bed on his back, staring at the ceiling that's slowly spinning. a big thump startles art out of his stupor as he turns his head and is met with patricks curly head of hair, smushed into the mattress. before art can stop himself hes reaching over and playing with patricks hair, the dark pretty curls calling to him in his state. laughing into the sheets, patrick pushes himself up onto his elbows, hovering over art and before either of them say anything, patrick drops himself down and presses his lips to art, more aggressive and needy than he may have wanted, but the alcohol running through his veins doesn't give him much choice. art doesn't even try to pull away, why would he, when he knows deep down in his heart he was wishing that would happen. the kiss deepens, and a rush of adrenaline causes art to flip them over, now patrick is on the bottom, his fingers woven into arts and his legs straddling his waist. art swears hes dreaming when he feels the pressure of patricks bulge against his own, rocking their hips together like it's second nature. never taking their lips off eachothers, art gasps into patricks mouth when his hand dips into his shorts, grasping his throbbing dick with his warm palm. both of their heads swimming with lust (and liquor), all of the sensations are heightened for both of them, patricks hand on arts cock feels better than any hook up he's ever had, and the feeling of arts hips rocking against patrick makes his eyes roll back. the frantic movements from both of them pushes them both to the edge embarrassingly quickly, arts hips stuttering when he paints patricks hand in cum, and patrick finishing in his pants like a virgin. pulling away, both of their cheeks are red and their lips are swollen and slick with spit. climbing off of patrick, art changes into pajamas, his bashfulness quickly returning as he facing away from patrick to change. patrick doesn't feel the same shyness as art, just stripping down and immediately passing out on the bed. even with his embarrassment, art does lay down next to patrick smiling when, in his sleep, patrick still turns his body towards art, his head flopping onto his shoulder. before arts eyes flutter closed, hes happy to know he's leaving the olympics with more than a gold medal <3

PLEASE DO OTHER LINKS FOR PATRICK

✴challengers p links pt 2✴

(same as last time.. 18+ under the cut)

Art Donaldson:

art just needs you after a long day of tennis practice <3

you told art he can't put it in until he wins a game <3

dilf! art can't keep his hands off of you when you wear the lingerie he bought you <3

the first time art fucks you without a condom he cums so fast <3

art just loves your thighs <3

Patrick Zweig:

you told patrick you wanna wait until marriage but he convinces you to do this <3

patrick can't keep his hands off of you.. even on a camping trip <3

patrick knows you have a hard time sleeping.. so he has a solution <3

he likes to tease you and make you ride his thigh when you're really needy <3

patrick using your ass as a stress toy after an annoying day <3

Hello I volunteer as tribute

I can't get out Patrick your fingers in his mouth zweig. Or the way he's fine w tashi slapping him. Or spitting on him. Like clearly he's fine with being degraded. He gets off on it. I get off on it (who said that...)

NO FRRRR

like just his willingness to literally get treated like a doormat is strangely attractive to me.. there's nothing i love more than a man who acts like a stray dog.. i mean y'all saw how happy he was to have tashis fingers in his mouth, i feel like you wouldn't even have to ask him to do it.. you'd just have to scratch at the stubble on his jaw and he'd let you pop your fingers right in there.. normally i don't have the urge to be a mean dom but like.. i would literally make patrick zweig my bitch. end of story.