Everyone Needs To Watch This Edit Immediately.. I Was About To Leave My House And Saw This And Stared

omg super silly but like maybe art finishing in his pants or even finishing untouched… think about it… think about it… just a quick lil blurb idc but like … think about it

YESSS i have all the time in the world to talk about this...

he's just so sensitive he can't help it :( it makes him so embarrassed, he feels like "less of a man".. the first time it happened was one of the first times you were making out.. art is a very passionate kisser, from the moment your lips touch he's practically drooling against you <33 and he can't help but buck his hips into the air while he kisses you, caressing your soft skin and letting out soft whines into your mouth... he stops moving his lips very abruptly, taking a beat before pulling away and rushing to the bathroom, leaving you to sit on your bed and wonder if you did something wrong.. meanwhile art is in the bathroom.. face tomato red as he carefully pulls down his boxers, strings of creamy cum scattered on the front.. he almost hisses in pain when he has to pull them back on and walk back out to you.. he always gets so sensitive after he cums.. he'll tell you what happened eventually but for now he'll just say he got light headed <3

i came..

i need to lick the sweat off of him ❤

ur moonlight fic is so good my tummy is doing backflips thank u for this delicious piece of literature

when i get sweet things like this in my inbox it fr encourages me to write more 🫶🫶 thank you guys so much!!!!

just a peek of what's to come...

if you couldn't tell.. i have only smoked once in my life (and greened out immediately) but i am trying my best!! it'll probably be out in the next day or too!! <33

okay but he deserves it!!! he must get so bored with the diet he has to stick to.. i need to be his saving grace bringing him sweets and home baked cookies after his training sessions and matches <3

arts team would hate me, i’d always be at his matches with desserts to celebrate

I wouldd love to read about art x Patrick’s twin sister headcanons. Like them pining over each other or like getting caught by Patrick🙏🙏

omg yes you can i love this idea <33

-i definitely think art feels guilty for pining after you at first, because he feels like it might ruin his friendship with patrick, but he also feels guilty because you remind him so much of patrick, and maybe it's a way for him to live out his childish fantasies of being more than friends with him...

-whatever the reason.. hes been around you forever, always coming to family dinners and sports events and vacations, he felt bad when patrick would tease you and pull your hair, he would always tell patrick to stop, trying to distract him with a game or something else to take the heat off of you..

-the first time he kissed you was (in his mind) perfect, he was on vacation with your family as usual, enjoying his time with patrick and you at your families beach house.. it was the last night of vacation and the whole time art was hyping himself up to finally confess how he felt for you. eventually patrick left the two of you alone so he could sneak some cigarettes from arts parents. you and art were sitting on a couple of beach chairs, watching the embers of the campfire die down.. art swears his heart is in his throat as he inches his fingers close to yours, hoping you don't completely reject him like he worries about in all his morbid fantasies.. at the first touch of his pinky to yours your head snaps towards him, and he thanks all the gods above that you make the first move, leaning towards him and pressing your lips on his and he swears he sees fireworks when he closes his eyes, it's everything he wanted and more..

-from then on it's all holding hands under the dinner table (patrick wonders why art wants to sit next to you but doesn't say anything), stealing glances at you on long car rides and showing off at his tennis matches, looking at you in the crowd..

-art is truly the best thing that ever happened to you, of course you both decided it was best for patrick not to know about it yet, but art finds a way around that, every time you look at your phone there's a new message from him, asking you how your day went, complimenting your outfit and such, as for when you're gonna tell patrick about art... well you'll cross that bridge when you get to it <3

Artitck x fem reader comfort? reader on her period and usually they're so bad she gets sick and out of commission for the whole week. she just cries into patricks chest while Art plays nurse :(

love me more (artrick x fem! reader)

you were being punished for something. you had to be. you woke up this morning with cramps that made you curl up in pain, only allowing you to hobble to the bathroom before getting back in bed. you send a hasty email to your professors before shutting your computer and getting cozy in bed again, the fetal position you're currently in is the only way to feel some small relief. you're passed out before you can alert your boyfriends about staying home, a mistake that will soon start knocking at your door.. literally.

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if you were awake, you would currently hear muffled voices outside your door, ones that are easily recognizable to anyone on the same floor of your dorm since they are almost always cracking jokes and laughing loudly. these voices belong to your boyfriends, art and patrick, who, at the moment, are arguing about who should've brought the extra key to your dorm. "dude she gave the key to you, why don't you have it?" the hushed voice of patrick zweig echoes through the hallway, looking pointedly at art. "i gave it to you remember? i had that match and you wanted to come over here.." art argues back, pointing at patrick. patrick rolls his eyes, rattling the doorknob. "fuck.. what if she's hurt in there or something?? she's not answering my texts" patrick all but bangs on the door, as art sees if you've texted either of them.

waking up with a groan, the loud bangs on your door make you sit up, heart racing. you immediately reach for your phone, wanting to call art or patrick but you're met with missed calls and unanswered frantic messages. you hop out of bed, despite feeling weak from the current cramps wracking your body. you unlock the door, pulling it open and being met with art and patrick, looking at you like they've seen a ghost. "what the fuck!" patrick sighs out, obviously relived to see you. art immediately rushes forward, hugging you tightly. "you scared the shit out of us you know that?" he pulls away, hands on your shoulders, "you don't show up to any of your classes or our practice and then you don't answer any of our texts or calls?" art is clearly happy to see you, but the adrenaline of being concerned about you hasn't worn off. "you scared the shit out of us babe" patrick says, shaking his head. "im really really sorry it's just-" you try to continue your sentence but you're interrupted by a particularly bad cramp, causing you to hunch over and groan in pain. both patrick and art move toward you, making sure you don't fall. "holy shit babe are you okay?" patrick is completely overtaken by concern for you, finding it hard to see you in pain.

"im sorry.. ive just been sick in bed all day you guys.." you explain, letting them guide you back into your room. you sit back in bed, art taking a seat in your desk chair, while patrick makes himself at home in your bed. "ive been sleeping all day.. it's like the only thing that makes me feel better.." you describe the current situation, curling into a ball holding your lower stomach. art and patrick exchange a sympathetic look, with art reaching out to hold your hand. "you've been stuck in here all day?" art frowns at you, his extreme sense of empathy kicking into high gear. you lean into the soft pressure of patrick sitting behind you as you nod. "yeah.. usually i can make it through the week but none of my pain meds are working" patrick nods and brushes a hand through your hair. art, forever the worrier, sits on the chair next to your bed, frantically looking up "how to stop period cramps" and "are period cramps dangerous" you see arts phone screen, smiling at his obvious want for you to be okay.

"art it's okay.. it'll pass.. its bad but it's normal" you reassure him, smiling through the pain. patrick laughs, smoothing his hand through your hair. "cmon art don't be stupid, don't you know anything about women?" he jokes, obviously trying to distract you from the waves of pain. "shut up patrick you hardly even knew what a period was until college!" art fights back, face slightly pink with embarrassment. you let the two of them battle it out, feeling yourself sinking further into the mattress with the feeling of arts hand in yours and patricks fingers weaving through your hair. they don't even notice you've passed out again until patrick needs you to help him fact-check art and you don't respond. their petty argument is forgotten as they get you more comfortable in bed, turning off your light and pulling soft blankets over you. you toss and turn in your sleep, unable to feel actually relaxed enough to fall into a true sleep.

a particularly bad cramp causes your eyes to snap open, a groan of pain escaping your lips as you open your eyes, seeing art and patrick sitting on your floor together. they both rush towards you when they see you're awake again, your pain stricken groan pulling on both of their heartstrings. patrick moves to lay beside on on the bed, guiding your head to lay against his warm chest. "where does it hurt sweetheart?" art asks, sliding himself between your legs to lay his head on your stomach. weirdly, the pressure of his head relieves the pain for a moment, allowing you to answer. "just all of my lower stomach.. the cramps just won't stop.." you feel tears well on your eyes, trying to blink them away to no avail. patrick takes quick notice of this, brushing his thumb under your eyes to wipe your tears. art almost looks like a kicked puppy, gazing up at you with his baby blue eyes, unable to help. art lets patrick continue to comfort you while he pulls out his phone again, researching ways to help relieve your cramps.

"okay.. pat here it says that we should get something warm for her.. that'll like relax her muscles or something" art jumps up and grabs his bag, rooting around in it frantically. finally, he pulls out a little blanket looking thing with a cord coming out of it. "it's a heating pad" he explains, "my coah gave it to me for my muscle spasms but i think it could really help.." you nod and he plugs it in, helping you press it against your lower stomach and hold it there. yet again, art rests his head on your stomach like a puppy, while patrick continues to cradle your head against his chest. the relief from the heating pad starts quickly, and the warmth send you to sleep once again, along with patrick and art.

for the rest of your absolutely miserable week, art and patrick stay by your side, giving you massages and chocolate and everything you could ask for.. anything to make you feel better again. art and patrick could be annoying at times.. but you're positive that you've never felt so loved <3

i need to be sandwiched between patrick and art RIGHT NEOWWWWW

I'M COOKING RN... this halloween fic is gonna be great y'all.. probably will be done tmr.. <33 angel art is almost yours!! 🪽🤍🕊✨☁

Patrick giving you the sloppiest head you’ve ever seen

yessss anon omg... he doesn't even eat you out just to eat you out, he does it cuz it makes you feel good, yeah, but mostly because it makes him feel good!!! he gets so lost in the taste of you that he doesn't even have a strategy of how to eat you out.. he just pretty much makes out with your pussy, letting your slick and his spit drip down his chin.. if he's eating you out in bed, dont be surprised to look and see his hips rocking into the bed, if you let go on long enough, patrick will absolutely cum just from eating you out <333 what a sweetie