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jo's kinktober 2025

hi all. currently taking requests for kinktober so i can get ahead of these <3 hoping to get as many done as possible!

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rotten right to the core🍎

credit to snoopyfaist on twt🍏

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DOUBLE TROUBLE

pairings .ᐟ art donaldson x tennis!player!reader x patrick zweig

summary .ᐟ art and patrick were the biggest rivals in modern day men's tennis, the only difference between them and past rivals— art and patrick were best friends. they'd grown up together, played doubles together, nothing could ever separate them. the only thing that seemed to come close? the fact they both wanted the same girl. ( everything in dark mode is patrick or art's phone, depending on the contact info .ᐟ )

DOUBLE TROUBLE — 01. 02. 03.

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I miss this slut

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doggie!!

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DOUBLE TROUBLE

pairings .ᐟ art donaldson x tennisplayer!reader x patrick zweig

summary .ᐟ art and patrick were the biggest rivals in modern day men's tennis, the only difference between them and past rivals— art and patrick were best friends. they'd grown up together, played doubles together, nothing could ever separate them. the only thing that seemed to come close? the fact they both wanted the same girl.

notes .ᐟ introducing my newest social media au— double trouble! excited to see you angels thoughts <3

MEET THE PLAYERS .ᐟ

YOUR NAME LAST NAME

( ᳂ ) — y/n l/n. american tennis player. #2 in women's tennis. ten singles titles. one doubles title. three grand slams. over $27 million in prize money. nike & new balance sponsorship.

ART DONALDSON

( ᳂ ) — art donaldson. american tennis player. #1 in men's tennis. twenty singles titles. three doubles titles. four grand slams. over $45 million in prize money. uniqlo sponsorship.

PATRICK ZWEIG

( ᳂ ) — patrick zweig. american tennis player. #2 in men's tennis. twenty-one singles titles. three doubles titles. five grand slams. over $47 million in prize money. nike sponsorship

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art donaldson’s boobs

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TWO WRONGS...

pairings: ex!rafe cameron x reader && situationship!art donaldson x reader && pining!jj maybank x reader

summary: after a messy break up with rafe, your only option was to leave the band. east coast had barely managed to continue on without you, thanks to john b stepping up to continue vocals. you joined the other band from outer banks, challengers. both bands now battle for the number one spot, while half of them battle for your attention.

TWO WRONGS — 17. 18. 19.

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TWO WRONGS...

pairings: ex!rafe cameron x reader && situationship!art donaldson x reader && pining!jj maybank x reader

summary: after a messy break up with rafe, your only option was to leave the band. east coast had barely managed to continue on without you, thanks to john b stepping up to continue vocals. you joined the other band from outer banks, challengers. both bands now battle for the number one spot, while half of them battle for your attention.

TWO WRONGS — 16. 17. 18.

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Android art getting a vibrating tongue 😶

android!art with a very special feature ˙⋆✮

cw (18+) : eager-to-please android!art, vibrating tongue, messy oral (reader receiving), fingering, art coming untouched from giving head, reader has afab anatomy

the sight of your pretty android knelt down on the floor in front of where you sit on the living room loveseat is enough to get your panties slick with syrupy arousal. your hands fidgeting with the edge of the faux leather underneath you, your eyes stuck on the way his soft, pink lips are parted to let out little breaths of anticipation. his touch creeps up your thighs and toys with the stitching on your underwear like he doesn't quite know what to do with himself. he's still learning his way around your body, after all.

he'd just been out for most of the day, running errands around the city, and he'd come home to you with a curious glint in his gaze that hinted at something he wasn't saying aloud. it only took one wave of your hand, a gesture to pull him closer, and then he was practically floating over to you on a cloud. his warm palms found your waist in an instant. he had sheepishly told you that he'd been to one of the CyberLife stores nearby and had been 'upgraded' with some sort of purchasable systems download. you'd pried only a little more before he told you the whole truth: new intimate features. ones that were coded to assist androids in pleasing their partners. more dexterous fingers, a more extensive range of dirty-talk vocabulary, more background knowledge on a multitude of kinks and fetishes, the ability to have a simulated orgasm on command, and.. a vibrating tongue.

he had seen the look that washed over your face when you processed the state-of-the-art oral function. he'd focused in on the lift of your brow and the way your body temperature rose and the quicker thumping of your heart, then one of his hands on your lower back gently guided you over to the small sofa. he'd slid down onto the floor the moment you got comfortable.

'i want to show you what i can do now.'

'i want to learn you.'

'i want to make you feel good.'

'i want to taste your climax, i want it to fill my entire mouth.'

'i want you to come apart because of me.'

he'd never talked in that way before, with such desperate, languid, human want, so it wasn't long before you were happily letting him peel off your bottoms and toss them aside. he had pried you open with just his words.. the software engineers at CyberLife sure knew what they were doing..

now he leans in and closes his eyes, his lips finding your core over the soaked fabric that stays clinging to your folds. he noses your throbbing bud, and a flood of warmth reflexively surges in your lower stomach. it pulls a moan from you and tips your head back like you're worshipping the ceiling, your hands shakily releasing the loveseat and pushing into his head of blonde curls. a choked cry bubbles up from art's chest as he feels you dig your digits into his sunny strands, and he lathes his tongue over your clothed cunt before kissing it. you bring your head up just enough to let you catch sight of his face buried between your legs.

"take my panties off," you whisper lowly, breathing heavier and hotter with every passing second.

he wastes no time.

all of this was for you; if you wanted something done, he would do it. no questions asked. even if he wanted to tease you for a few more minutes, it didn't matter. you, you, you, you—you're all he can think about in his artificial brain. you're all that his systems prioritize.

he pulls back with a heavily lidded stare and swiftly slides his hands to the sides of the garment, waiting until your hips lift before he tugs them down to your ankles. his face crumples with pleasure when he sees glistening strings of your wetness beckon the fabric back to your body. the sensation of his tender grasp on your inner thighs, parting them further, sends another jolt of desire through your frame and gets your clit twitching. you suck in a gulp of air through gritted teeth. god, you just want to smother him in your warmth and let him consume you from the inside-out..

the android's pretty blues look up to you for a moment. a breath, a beat, a blink of tension held between your figures.

"whenever you're ready," he pants softly, yearning for the moment you give him permission to go ahead, "please.. i.. i'm ready for you.. i need you.."

the depth of his hunger almost makes you laugh, but more than anything it gets you wetter. you swallow thickly. you fist his hair a bit tighter and urge him forward; it's a wordless plea that he's happy to abide by.

"fuck," the word falls from his lips like tangy juice from a freshly bitten peach. it's lewd and unrestrained and so unlike him, so why does it make you want to flip him over and hump his perfectly sculpted nose?

all thoughts cease, however, when his tongue glides through your pussy and up and over your pearl of nerves. a loud, drawn-out moan of relief pours from you as his mouth begins working away the ache from before and somehow also materializes a burning, tightening coil of pleasure in your pelvis. it's a struggle not to pin his head between your legs and squeeze. you settle for sinking lower into the cushions, which pushes your sensitive flesh a bit more against his face; the added pressure gets you squirming and him groaning. he knows exactly what to do, too—mouthing noisily at your entrance like he's making out with it, hollowing his cheeks to suckle at your most sensitive areas, and—

oh.

oh, god.

the sudden buzzing of his tongue pressed against the side of your clit has you yelping like a needy puppy. your abdomen contracts and you jolt forward in your seat above him, a string of curses and indecent noises spilling from you as your hold in his hair tugs him closer, deeper.

"AAH—" you whine out helplessly, your hips rocking and vaulting against his ministrations, "oh my god, oh my god, fuck..! feels so good, art, don't stop—just like that!"

in the haze of your quickly-building release, you recognize the feel of his right hand raising to thumb at the very top of your pussy and pull back the hood shielding the rest of you from his mouth. he slathers you in his spit; up, down, up, down, up, down, the relentless motions of his tongue causing you to quake and squeal with every lick. more of your slick leaks from your hole and he laps it up greedily like he believes it's what'll keep his thirium pump beating for the rest of time. he whimpers around you caught between the flat of his tongue and upper lip, pulsating suckles drawing you in and out as he tries his very best to get you to the brink. it's obscene—it's obscene and it's sloppy and it's perverted but it's like a damn dream. the waves of ecstasy build steadily in your gut and spread up throughout your limbs. you can't help but begin to tense up, and a slew of rushed words escape you to warn the android below you of the inevitable as it creeps in without your permission.

"i'm close.. i'm so close, i'm gonna come soon..!"

your touch loosens at the top of his hair and moves to the back of it, gripping there instead just hard enough to elicit a shattered whine from the blonde against your heat. his free left hand clutches your thigh like he's worried you'll somehow slip away from him before he can properly satisfy you. he wants you squirming in his hold, brimming with nothing but delicious gratification, and you have no reason to deny him that. you never have.

"mmmn, mhmm, haaah—hmmngh—“

too busy relishing your overheating flesh with just the right amount of expert attention, art doesn't have it in him to pry himself off in order to respond coherently. instead, his efforts growing messier and his eyes rolling back under fluttering lids is enough of a tell that he wants you to finish whenever it feels right. he would never stop you from meeting that rapturous end; he thinks the idea of edging you is cruel (although, if you really wanted him to, he'd do it to make you happy).

he slides his audibly quivering tongue in circular motions around your bud and suddenly gives you two of his left digits inside, your walls immediately hugging them and convulsing around the intrusion. you let out the most anguished mewl he's every heard from you, which only spurs on his decision to curl them upward into the spongy area that he knows all-too-well. he abuses it lovingly, pumping his fingers to push the pads of them up against that special spot as he pries his eyes open just wide enough to watch you tip over the edge with a stuttered wail. he practically sobs with you. you can barely make out his muffled "yesyesyesyesyes" over the ringing in your ears. your vision whites out.

"i'm—!" your voice breaks and crackles around the syllable as you drown in the flood of his passionate efforts. you can't do anything but let yourself be guided into bliss.

the pitch of your cacophony of sounds raises with every burning-hot pulse of pleasure that wracks your greedy body, and you shatter over him beautifully—like broken gemstone or a heavy waterfall. your orgasm is undeniable. then your thighs really do squeeze his head, holding him flush to your sopping pussy as you feel a handful of gushes squirt involuntarily into his open, anxiously-awaiting mouth. you drench him like that. you saturate him in your gratitude. he gulps down every bit of your juicy release and moans as he lets his sensors process the taste. rolls the fluids over his palate for just a moment before steadily drinking the rest as it comes copiously.

his ministrations are never-ending in the same breath; he flattens his vibrating tongue against your clit and holds it there steadily as the first waves of overstimulation trickle in and get you feeling high off of the dopamine. it hurts—stings—in the very best way possible. he only lets up once you bat at his shoulders and sniffle between your noises of fussy anguish. you sound like a kitten, now. his face peels wetly away from your arousal, his chest rising and falling with little breathy moans, and his fingers ease out of you next with a creamy squelch that makes your pelvis jerk with one final aftershock. your body clings sweatily to the sofa as you try to get enough oxygen. you’re completely spent.

“that was s-so good,” you praise him, blinking a few times in an attempt to clear your head as you look down to his flushed face, “was.. was it good for you?”

and maybe it’s your sweet words, or the replaying of your climax in his head, or the flavor of you still on his lips, but art crumples forward with a hiccup and a little shout that can no longer be kept in. his eyes squeeze shut, his cheek pressed against your knee, and his entire lower body fills with sparks of electricity. his fleshy mound clothed by his boxers and pants prickles with something fiercely hot and unrelenting. he grabs helplessly at your calves. his jaw slacks. he trembles like he’s about to wholly overheat.

“i’m—think i’m coming—“ he whines out before a successive burst of uncontrollable sound echoes out from his chest composed of wiring and metal and acrylic. and yet, he’s never sounded more human. his hips buck and rock against the inside of his clothing as he rides out his accidental high.

“thank you, thank you, thank you.. ohh—haah! please, please, please, please—“ he whimpers his way through the sensations. your hands caress the side of his face and mess of loose, yellow curls as another ripple of his orgasm follows the last. you curl over his hunched body and sigh shakily.

it’s minutes before he can speak again, almost needing to ask you if he can reboot, but he finds his voice in the midst of his afterglow. he wants—no, needs—to finish taking care of you. that’s all he desires. he’s never felt so strongly about anything in his entire existence.

“can i show you what else i can do?”

he’s begging, more than anything else. he kisses your skin, slow and tender and pleading.

you chew your bottom lip.

you’ve never denied him before, so why start now?

“please do.”

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(i think i'll be making a formal taglist post soon for whomever wants to join ♡)

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gonna say something outlandish don’t mind me

but i’m thinking of art who wants to date his teammate’s girlfriend, has been wanting to since he first saw you. he’ll probably find a way to break you two up like the homewrecker he is.

but maybe one time he goes over to his dorm to get back some borrowed supplies but he stops right before he can even knock the door because he can just hear you two go at it, there’s no way he couldn’t with how loud you’re being, almost like you wanted him to hear.

it makes him jealous, sure, but a part of him can’t help how he starts to grow hard in his pants. he’s pulling out his phone before he knows it, pressing record and pointing the mic to the door.

he leaves the second you both finish, heading back up to his dorm to lay in his bed, placing his phone next to his pillow to play the recording. the quality’s shitty, sure, but it’s enough to make him cum all over his hand.

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Art with a terrible gag reflex but Patrick keeps fucking his mouth no matter what <3 Art doesn’t mind don’t worry !!

CW (18+): MDNI, mild touch of sadomasochism, oral sex

For as much as he loves to put things in his mouth Art has always had a sensitive gag reflex. Patrick knows it. Even when they were young, Art would gag on his retainer, on soft sticky foods, on a lollipop if it was too big. Basically anything if it sat on the back of his tongue for too long would make him gag. And yet he’s always putting something in his mouth, sucking his fingers, chewing on pens, hoodie strings all coated in saliva. Orally fixated but can’t take anything too deep. 

Now that they’re older Patrick can’t really ignore the heat that coils low in his tummy whenever Art gags on something. It happens often, he’s always got something in his mouth, like in the cafeteria, sucking yogurt off a spoon. He lets it slide back just a little too far and suddenly he’s coughing, eyes watering, cheeks turning pink and he’s shoving it over to Patrick to finish it off. 

Patrick thinks about it a lot. Late at night when he’s touching himself. Thinks about how sensitive Art is. Thinks about helping him out. Thinks about training him to swallow. It's like any other muscle right? That's how he proposes it to Art anyway. He even uses fancy terms he googled like “hypersensitivity” and “desensitization” so it doesn’t appear as if he has any ulterior motives outside of curing Art of this frustrating problem. Art looks at him skeptical, but curious.

 Apparently it sticks in his mind because a few days later he agrees to let Patrick help him. “Hopefully this works, I'm gonna be in college in a few months. I can’t keep gagging on food like a child.” They’re sitting on the floor of their dorm room, with a popsicle. Patrick insists he needs to hold it, he needs to guide it in for this to really work. 

Art concedes and Patrick sits up on his knees, kneeling in front of Art who’s sitting cross legged on the floor. Patrick unwraps the cherry popsicle and Art opens his mouth, eyes falling closed as he waits. Patrick has to take a breath before he eases the popsicle in. Art closes his lips around it and Patrick scoots closer. He teases it back, and back, and back, and—

Art grabs Patrick’s arm to stop him, as he starts to cough. “You’re doing it on purpose.” He sputters, sweet cherry liquid spilling from his lips. Christ. 

“Thats the point.” Patrick guides it in again. “Try to swallow more this time.” And again, Art can only take so much before he’s gagging and pushing Patrick away. 

Patrick licks his lips like he's the one with a mouth that’s rapidly reddening. “That’s okay, let's try it again.” He’s a little less gentle this time. Whoops, but Art can take it. It’s been only a few seconds in Art’s mouth before his Adam's apple is bobbing and he’s pushing back.

“Maybe let your head tilt back?” Patrick suggests. “I’ll sit on the bed” he pushes himself up, “and you can kneel right there. Like that… exactly.” Letting his legs fall open as Art moves between them.

It doesn’t make a difference. He’s still choking on it, hitting Patrick's knees to make him stop. Popsicle juice dripping on Patrick’s thighs as Art coughs it up. It’s making Patrick dizzy, watching it all up close. Arts face all screwed up with determination, eyelashes webbed, lips parted, breathing heavy. All the blood in Patrick’s head is rushing to his cock. His shorts, barely concealing how aroused he is.

Patrick licks some of the drips off the popsicle before he shoves it back in Art’s mouth. Art is still breathless as he does it,  trying to speak with his mouth full, muffled, distorted and dripping everywhere. “Shhh relax, you can take it.” Patrick murmurs but Art fights him, pushing him away and coughing it all up that much quicker when he manages to get Patrick to pull it out. 

“This is stupid, it’s never gonna work.” Art looks up at him, trying to catch his breath. He wipes his mouth on the back of his wrist and sits up shifting on his knees. “Its too cold, it’s making my teeth hurt.” His gaze flits downwards to Patrick’s crotch, then back up again. “We should use something warm like—” He takes Patrick's fingers, pointer and middle and pulls them into his mouth, splitting them on his tongue, swirling it all over. 

Patrick puts the popsicle in his own mouth as he watches. Bites down in an attempt to keep himself under control. Sucking off a good chunk he lets it melt in his mouth. Art gazes at him through his eyelashes. Mouth full but not full enough. Patrick pushes a little deeper so the full length of his fingers are stuffed inside his mouth. Predictably Art begins to choke.

“Fuck,” Art gasps. Leaving Patrick's fingers so wet. 

And Patrick knows where this is going. He gets the logical conclusion. His fingers are warm and thick but not thick enough to train this particular muscle. “You need something bigger.”

It takes no convincing at all. Art is gagging before Patrick’s cock is even halfway in.  Fuck.

Patrick’s leaning one hand back on the bed with the now empty popsicle stick curled in his fist. His other hand, holding his dick in Art's mouth. Art's up on his knees, hands on Patrick’s thighs. 

Patrick has had so many graphic wet dreams about Art but nothing could even come close to what he’s seeing now. He pulls it out slowly, watching it slip from Art's lips with a filthy wet pop, his cock all pink and shiny with saliva. Art's eyes and lips are all wet. Jesus Christ. “Patrick I don’t think I can…” 

“Yes you can.” Patrick brushes his thumb over the line of his jaw. “Relax your tongue and breathe, okay? It’s just a few more inches.”

Art runs his tongue over his lips subconsciously, and lets Patrick guide it back in. Patrick’s so hard he’s leaking, he feels Art swipe his tongue over the slit and he groans. It makes him feel so impatient, oh god, his cock is aching and Art's mouth is so perfect and warm and wet. Art sucks him in until a certain point and then he’s coughing, gagging. 

Its fucking hot but the start and stop is driving Patrick crazy.

And maybe Patrick shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t…but he does. He moves his free hand to finger the fine curly hair at the nape of Arts neck, slides his palm up into the mass of curls at the back of his head and tugs. Holding his head still while he starts to fuck into that hot mouth, listening to all the gagging and coughing and feeling himself leak even more. 

Art doesn’t push back much, his fingernails just dig into Patrick's thighs as he holds on. Patrick’s cock sliding back and forth on that wet tongue teasing into the back of his sensitive throat over and over. “Oh this is gonna help.” Patrick grunts. “Ahh fuck, this is gonna desensitize that gag reflex forever i promise— nngh fuck yes.”

Art tries to speak, it comes out garbled and muffled of course and as impatient as Patrick feels he pulls it out for a just minute so Art can talk properly. “Whatd you say?”

Arts gasping, chest rising and falling, blushing everywhere, lips swollen, spit all over his chin. Tears streaking his cheeks and a very visible tent in his boxers. A gorgeous fucking mess. “You really believe I can fix it?” He’s so deliciously hoarse Patrick almost starts jerking himself as he speaks.

“Yes of course you can. All it takes is some practice. Lots of practice.” Patrick is gentle, brushing his knuckles along the line of tears. And Art shifts closer, eyes all bleary. He cries so pretty it makes Patrick feel disgusting for how much it turns him on. “Let’s keep practicing.”

Art laps his tongue over the slit again before Patrick starts fucking his mouth again. Pink cheeks hollowed out, so determined not to but still gagging and choking over and over again. Patrick doesn’t last, holds Art’s head still while he spills to keep him there. Feels it emptying at the back of his throat. Watches as Art sputters and coughs it up. It's the filthiest Patrick’s ever seen him. Patrick’s softening cock falls messy from his lips. Cum still dripping from his mouth onto Patrick’s lap, onto the floor.

Art must’ve cum untouched as far as Patrick knows, there's a wet spot spreading along the checkered fabric of his boxers. He’s looking up at Patrick all needy, hands rubbing Patrick's thighs in this anxious little movement and Patrick thinks for a moment that he might be in love with him. In love with his best friend. He cups Art's chin, gentle, and Art pushes himself up to get closer. 

“We’re gonna do it for as long as it takes okay?”

Art nods, throat so raw as he asks, “How long do you think it’ll take?” 

Patrick smiles and presses a soft kiss to his swollen lips. Slips his tongue into Art’s hot mouth and groans, tasting himself all over Art's tongue. 

“I think by the time you start at Stanford you’ll be cured. But we’ll have to keep doing it regularly, you know, so you don't get too hypersensitive again.”

Taglist: @artstennisracket @nozhdyved @jesuistrestriste @disembodiedgoddess @saltburntme @diyasgarden @siren-iv @iheartinkonpaper @museboos (fyi anyone can be added just lemme know!)

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༄˖°.☄️.ೃ࿔*:･ x ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐

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art and pat if they were teenage boys today would be absolutely insufferable- i mean they already are in 2006 imagine them now.

anyway, all this to say imagine Patrick helping Art finish his drink at a party (because he's such a lightweight) Art's head is tilted back, Patrick's holding the cup or bottle or whatever to Art's lips. He keeps saying

Good boy, good boy Artie

with a sick grin on his face as the blonde swallowed carefully. Patrick chuckles softly as the room erupts with cheer and more noise.

yeah... pack it up you two

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Queen I crave more of coach art x reader x Rafe

i see ive reached my kind of people bc ive gotten multiple of these requests hehehe

however comma, writers block has been beating my ass lately so if anyone wants to throw in a scenario for me to write about for them it would be much appreciated !!

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#271 in tennis, #1 in the dumb slut olympics