#alpha!patrick zweig

[judeable-brainrot]

gonna leave this here

alpha!patrick with human art roommate patrick goes into rut art offers to help cause he’s just so nice. it was supposed to be only handjobs and things get heated.

MMMMMM YUMMM

Art who comes back from practice one day to Patrick humping his pillows desperately, whining and sweating. he gazes back at Art, barely enough energy to throw a blanket over himself to shield Art from his bare body, so Art just turns away instead, face beet red. it's quiet in the dorm the next few days, embarrassment and shame eating away at both of them as they avoid each other. Art had known about the rut's alpha's suffered, and he knew what he was getting into rooming with one, but he didn't expect things to turn so quickly. so the silence stayed, until one night when they're just sitting in silence and Patrick starts to shift restlessly in bed, whimpering softly.

"Art.." Patrick whimpers. Art looks over at him, watching him writhe in his bed. "please man..please.." And who is Art to deny him when he sees his best friend struggling. Sees the need, the pain on his face. So, he pushes out of his bed and moves to Patrick, sitting on the edge. "What do you want me to do..?" Patrick whines, sitting up and resting his head into his shoulder. "anything..anything, please god." Art swallows and reaches down to the straining bulge in Patrick's pants, palming him tentatively. Patrick's hips jolt instantly, a ragged breath ripping from his lips. "yeah..god, don't stop.." Art keeps going, palming him with more force while Patrick moans and mouths at the skin of his neck.

Eventually, Art finds his courage and slips his hand into Patrick's sweats, then under his boxers to take him into his hand properly. Patrick moans louder. "fuck..." Art shushes him. "someone will hear." Patrick groans but quiets down as Art removes his hand to spit in his palm before returning to his swollen cock and beginning to stroke in earnest. Patrick whines and nuzzles against Art's shoulder to muffle his noises. Art speeds up, thumbing his head with every pass, his own breathing growing heavy, cock straining against his shorts, creating a damp spot in his briefs.

He feels a hand on it after a moment and jolts, looking at Patrick. "let me..c'mon. you deserve some attention too." he breathes out, kissing at Art's throat. Art moans and lets him continue, hearing him spit in his hand and place it on his cock. He continues working his own hand faster, feeling Patrick's cock pulse and swell, his knot forming. "w-What is that..?" he asks. "my knot...just ignore it, it won't hurt you.." Art nods, groaning as Patrick thumbs his head. they go like that for what feels like hours, jerking each other furiously, Patrick mouthing at his throat until he moans higher than the others. "ah! oh god..Art-I'm gonna..shit..!" Art nods, pressing his forehead against Patrick's. "me too...oh god, Pat.." right as they both reach the peak, Patrick surges forward and kisses him, hot and open-mouthed and sloppy.

it sends Art flying over the edge so hard he sees white, mouth hung open in a silent cry, spilling hard into his shorts and Patrick's hand. he feels him do the same, moaning his name against his lips breathlessly as he cums rope after rope after rope over his fist, knot deflating. they pant against each other, spent and hot, until Art comes to his senses and forces himself up from the bed, stumbling to the bathroom. "Art..?" Patrick calls breathlessly. "Yeah?" "..thanks.."

[ervotica]

pathetic alpha!art and mouthy beta!patrick sharing omega!reader😵‍💫 patrick with his bravado, mouthing off to everyone as a show of power, of arrogance, until you make him watch as you sink yourself down onto art's fat alpha knot, wet and slick and squelching with every grind and rut of his hips. the bulge in your tummy when art curls his fingers round your ribcage and gasps, when he begs you to ride him harder, faster. fills you up so much that it floods out round his cock, collects and runs in thick rivulets over his heavy sack, knot still clinging to your womb. poor, neglected patrick, only allowed to sit in the corner and try to get himself off, hand flying over his flushed, swollen cock, begging for just a taste, begging to get his face under your ass and lick art's balls clean of your shared slick.

[tiddiebyebye]

my notes on this:

I love the idea of Omega Art with Beta Patrick and Alpha Tashi the most.

Alpha Tashi is a no brainer to me. She's the duncanator. Astute, beautiful, talented. The perfect Alpha with the perfect future perfectly laid out for her. She's used to being chased by Omegas, Betas and even other Alphas, they fight for her attention and make a fool of themselves, so Art and Patrick coming to her as a pair is enough to pique her interest. (Alpha Tashi who dates a cocky Beta that sometimes seems to think he's more Alpha than her yet he doesn't take anything half as serious as she does) (Alpha Tashi who trains her Omega husband, trying to feel that phantom sense of greatness, that should have been hers, through him. Meanwhile said husband just wants to retire and live that white picket fence life with a baby and a Dog...)

I like to think of Art as a vessel for Tashi's and Patrick's fire/passion. I think of his misguided subservient nature and his failing attempts to use guile to break Patashi really go with the Omega label. Art being an Omega ties in with his need for constant touch and reassurance, how controlled(repressed) he is, just always trying to act the right way and do as he's told bc that's how his omega grandma (bless her soul) raised him. we can include his relationship with Lily too((if we go into the deeper side of a/b/o maybe he even sired Lilly idk))

Now, Beta Patrick who struts around like he has the biggest knot in the world. Patrick who is always the center of attention, sure of himself and cocky even in the way he plays tennis bc if he acts like the top dog really who's gonna question his dynamic? He's a beta but everyone thinks he's an Alpha, because that's what he was supposed to be, like his father and his grandfather and yadayada. He's a disappointment to the Zweig name. Down on his luck tennis player, no business degree, not interested in manning the family business, (queer?), cosplaying being poor and cosplaying being an Alpha

anybody has any thoughts on the challengers characters' a/b/o dynamics? who's an alpha? who's a beta or who's an omega?

[amymbona]

Messy boyfriend Patrick Zweig x sick f!reader

Warnings: none, the tiniest bit of cursing

Word count: 1,5 K

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Patrick is the messiest boyfriend ever, I'm convinced. He's never taken the family life too seriously before, it was always just a little fuckie-fuck, perhaps a night spent at the girl's place if she whines loud enough upon him getting up from the bed, but you changed it all.

With you, Patrick has learnt what a relationship truly is about. Despite him swearing to be the alpha, you are the giver. And the only thing you actually take is care about him.

It's little details. Details that never crossed Patrick's mind before. You make sure to bring him a little snack to practice, some protein sticks (you've noticed he likes the ones with little pieces of banana the most), dry his damp forehead with a towel and let him know when the laces on his shoes are undone. It's natural, almost automatic, for you to cook for him, to wash whatever clothing article he leaves at your place, to take motherly care od Patrick. With you, he has discovered a whole new world of tenderness and soft love.

He's so smitten with you, so eager for the attention and care that you are willing to give him. He's looking forward to every meeting of yours, and not only for the inexpressibly satisfying moments you two share naked in bed, but mainly for the little kisses you'd plant on his forehead and all the kind words from your mouth. But when you don't show up to his place one day, he's immediately concerned.

Patty poo: where r u sexy?👅

Y/N ❤️: sick :(

Patty poo: omw

Y/N ❤️: can u buy pads?

"I didn't know what size." Patrick basically breaks the door to your place from its hinges, pattering to your bedroom where he's met with the sight of you in bed.

"Hey." you smile tiredly, rubbing your eyes. It appears you're not even close to crawling out of the comforting warmth of your blanket, voice slightly sore as if you've just woken up.

Two plastic bags in his hands, Patrick plops down on the bed next to you. He leans in, kissing your forehead tenderly, eyes roaming over your face for all the possible signs of sickness. There are purple circles pronounced under your eyes and your expression is significantly less enthusiastic than usual.

He begins unpacking the contents of his quick shopping spree, dropping three packs of different size pads onto your blanket. "Why's there so many sizes, Y/N? And what the hell are wings for? You need fucking doctorate to understand that."

It makes you laugh, laugh at how incredibly adorable your boyfriend is. His confusion is so adorable to you. "That depends on how much you bleed, honey." you let him know and pick up one of the packs. Luckily, he chose your favoured size.

"Women are weird." Patrick mumbles under his breath, showing you some sweets he bought for you. Your favourites again. "I got you some gummy bears, oh, and the chocolate chip cookies you mentioned the other day. I got ones with white chocolate too."

"Baby -" you attempt to silence Patrick but he's too focused on rambling, tongue flicking over his pink lips as he keeps talking. So you try again. "Pat. Can you make me some tea?"

Oh, the sight of you. His perfect girlfriend, always the mom among the two, bound to your bed because of your period and some cold you've caught god knows where and from god knows who. Your eyes are heavy and the smile on your face is almost nonexistent from how tired all your muscles are but, god, are you still a piece of art. In Patrick's eyes, you are utterly flawless, whatever condition you are in.

"Sure, baby."

Patrick is on his feet within a second, jumping around your apartment like a lamb. Closing your eyes, you let your head drop back against the pillow, throwing an arm over your warm forehead. Your tranquil state is disturbed as Patrick yells from the kitchen where the fuck do you keep your cups, as if he hasn't been in your apartment before. "Above the sink!"

And he's in your room again, carrying five packagings of different tea flavours in his hands. "Which one?" he asks in a small voice, an obviously worried expression on his face. You peek one eye open, chuckling at the little disaster your boyfriend is. One box rolls down the makeshift column and falls between Patrick's feet, earning a soft goddamn from his mouth.

"None of these." you respond softly, shifting in your bed with a small groan as pain shoots up from your lower tummy. Reaching to the bedside table, you fish for a issue. "In the cabinet by the fridge. Little green box. 'S called bronchial tea or something."

"Okay okay, don't speak medical to me." Patrick rolls his eyes and disappears in the kitchen once again.

For few more minutes, you're allowed some rest in the silence (aside from Patrick's heavy footsteps and the sound of the kettle running), and you almost manage to fall asleep. That tired you are. Unfortunately, the bed dips before you could wander into the world of dreams and a tender touch on your forehead.

"Fuck, you're burning up Y/N." Patrick stammers, setting the full cup of steaming tea on your bedside table. Some of it pours onto his fingers but he's not concerned about that. His main focus on you, your well being. "What do I do?"

He's right, your skin's definitely a bit more warmer than usual. A bit too much, actually. And Patrick doesn't like that. He doesn't like that he's so unsure and incompetent that he can't even take care of his own sick girlfriend. What if it's more than just a cold? What if you are actually slowly dying but he's too daft to notice that? He doesn't want you to die because of him.

"Just... Gimme the thermometer." Patrick obliges, helping you stick the thingy into your armpit where it remains for a few minutes, the quicksilver scale running up as it takes your temperature. Slightly above 38 degrees Celsius. "Not that bad."

"Not that bad?" Patrick basically scolds you, once again pressing a palm to your forehead, his palm too big that it covers your eyes too.

You smile tiredly, slowly grabbing Patrick hand and placing it on your cheek instead, nuzzling into the softness of it. Oh, you could fall asleep in his gentle hold, you could fall asleep even in the middle of an apocalypse if Patrick was there, holding you in his arms. "I'll just sweat it out, Pat. 'M gonna be okay."

"Sweat it out? You think that's gonna work?"

"Yes, baby, it'll work."

So he springs up once more, almost running to your wardrobe and pulling out various clothing articles. It's like an avalanche when Patrick pulls a woollen knit sweater over your head and two pairs of warm socks on your feet. In the thoughtful mother manner, he smooths your blanket over your aching body, tucking you in and ensuring there isn't a single a single gap that would allow anything even remotely cold to caress your skin.

"Okay, okay, all nice and snug." Patrick stands straight, dusting off his hands. There is a proud little smile on his freckled face. "And I... I can clean up the place a bit, hm?"

Solicitude is practically flowing through his veins as he wants to lift all of the possible worries off of your mind. It's the least he can do to make you feel better, to repay everything that you have ever done for him. You are the sun of his cloudy days, the flower in his field of rotten plants. There isn't a single thing this man wouldn't do for you.

"How about you stay here with me?" you offer, a soft, sheepish smile on your face.

He's by your side in the blink of an eye, an arm around your shoulder, tucking your body against his side and smoothing down the blanket over your body once again. He's like a heater too, only that it's not caused by fever as well. It's the natural warmth he emanates, the walking image of family comfort. "All good?"

"Even better." the delight in your weary voice is evident and the smile on your face full of appreciation. "Can you hand me the tea, please?"

"Sure, sure." Patrick helps you take a sip before setting the cup back on the bedside table. Again, his arms are tight around you, urging your head gently against his chest. "Anything else you need, baby? Another pair of socks? Gummy bears? Or I could-"

"Just stay here, be comfy and hold me." you silence him with a gentle collapse of your body onto his, face snuggling into the crook of his neck where his skin is the warmest.

On an instant, Patrick's muscles relax and he envelops you with gentle care, arms tightly wrapped around your slim figure. His fingers run through your hair gently, tucking back the strands that fell from your ponytail as a result of your constant squirming and altering of positions. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Good."

"Good."

It's safe to say, that during this afternoon, you sweat out more than you thought you ever could, heat passing through your body as you're locked in your boyfriend's iron hold. He kisses your forehead every three seconds and aids you to sip on your tea, all while ensuring you remain nice and snug. Finally, Patrick gets to repay you all your gentle care and every tiny act of service directed at his person.

[yameoto]

NEW BOTS ! CHALLENGERS ( 2024 )

art + tashi ★ | babysitter ( how cliche ) art donaldson ✦ | he blames himself. ✧ | you're tashi's ( kinda ) tashi duncan ✦ | failmarriage! ✧ | sugar mommy. ✧ | your alpha roommate. patrick zweig ✦ | dial drunk.

[poppy-metal]

ALPHA PATASHI oh my pussy is crying poppy i need to hear more PLEASE

pussy is literally creating a snail trail as we speak..... im going into heat just thinking about it..... they're both so hot headed - 'knot heads' they'd be called because they're both so typical alphas.... pheromones blasting, the need for domination itching under their skin - honestly it was a mistake to even get together but their sexual chemistry is too intense. its fun to roll around in the sheets and see who comes out on top - but when it cums to ruts.... its not fun - the need to dominate is too strong and they'll just end up breaking up during this period because they cant fucking stand to be around eachother.

honestly sharing an omega during their synced ruts is the best decision they ever made. you find an add or their profile on a dating app for people seeking partners for their heat cycles or rut cycles - going through them alone is a miserable experience and not everyone can afford suppressants. well, patrick and tashi definitely can but supressing their nature - too knot headed to even consider it.

you're on the app because, well. you're trying to get out there - its easier to just dive into a situation where everyone knows what they're there for than going through a dating experience and fumbling your way through it. the thought of being between two alphas..... especially ones as good looking as patrick zweig and tashi duncan - you're swiping right immediately.

a few quick conversations later, to set things up and go over guidelines and the like and you're suddenly in tashi's room and you realize you might have bit off more than you can chew - you've never quite felt such like prey as you do the moment they set their eyes on you. which is crazy, every omega feels that way somehow, eventually but. its intense, is what you mean.

its so hot in the room - sweaty and sweltering with their combined pheromones and heat emanating from them both - your skin is sticky with it and you're being dragged into patricks lap and tashi is yanking off your blouse and the buttons are scattering and you feel like a lamb caught better two very hungry wolves and fuck, fuck, you love it so much. slick leaking from your cunt in response to their hunger to ravage you.

you dont know how you survive it. tashi eats at your pussy until you're sobbing and trembling and rubbing her bigger clit against your smaller one - nearly able to fuck it inside you the more swollen it gets with her rut - being split open on patricks cock alone nearly ruins your life - you've never felt a knot so big and you genuinely fear he'll tear your pussy - rip it somehow - but hes grunting in your ear - telling you - "open that pussy - " and you just - listen. and its popping inside and tashi's biting and pulling your tits into her mouth as you sob and are bounced viciously up and down on a big alpha cock-

and that's just the first round. before tashi brings out the strap - before patrick gets too impatient and has to bully inside your ass - before tashi fucks your face with her engorged clit and patrick fucks your omega slick pussy with his thick fingers - before he fucks you again on your stomach - before they both lick your cunt at the same time - before you're riding patricks tongue while tashi rides his dick and she eats your tongue - before you're squished between them and you're just touched all over and -

Its a long night

[likeadeuce]

It was 3:22 in the morning, Arthur was crying in his bunk and, for the first time in his almost thirteen years, Patrick realized he had a chance to decide what kind of person he wanted to be.

They'd just been assigned as roommates at the Mark Rebellato Tennis Academy. So far, Patrick knew that Arthur was too skinny for his height, looked at the ground and stammered when he managed to talk, and didn't know the right kind of hair product that would save his curls from their current tangled, undifferentiated mess.  Patrick already knew half the school from camps and tournaments across Maryland, Long Island, and New Jersey.  He'd beaten most of them, they wanted to eat at his lunch table, and they laughed at his jokes even when they weren't funny.  Arthur was from Chicago, he said his long As kind of weird, and when Patrick finally managed to look at him straight on, it turned out his wideset, squinty eyes were slightly different colors.

And he cried, out loud, in his dorm room bed.

Patrick could think of a dozen ways to make this kid's life miserable for the next eight months to six years, and that was without trying very hard.  Patrick had never been a bully, exactly, but he had lots of practice being a pain in the ass.  He’d also never been at a school where anybody gave a shit that he was good at tennis.  Here, Patrick had a fair shot at being an alpha dog, and an awkward, skinny crybaby with weird eyes would be extra easy to push around.

And so Patrick Zweig learned something about himself: he had no interest in being that type of person.

Something else, then.

[judeable-brainrot]

i love the idea of omega! art donaldson and alpha! patrick zweig rooming together at the academy and trying (and failing) to maintain a normal platonic relationship

this is type of shit i LOVE to see in my inbox🐾i adore a/o shit as a puppyboy it speaks to my soul

they were shocked when they were placed together, obviously having expected being placed with other alphas and omegas but no. the academy fucked up and can’t switch them so they just have to deal. it goes well for a while—until Art neglects to take his heat suppressants one time and suddenly it all goes down hill.

Patrick can smell him from the first floor of the dorm buildings and even if he’s never smelt it, he *knows* it’s Art. it so uniquely sweet, like a strawberry milkshake, it makes his cock harden, his hairs stand on end. he bolts up the stairs to their room, bursting in and slamming the door behind him, locking it. Art lays there on his bed, curled into the blankets he’s created a nest with.

he’s sweating and whining, rutting his hips into the pillows and blankets and….one of Patrick’s favorite hoodies. all the fabric is damp, covered in slick that just continues to pour from between his legs. he doesn’t hear Patrick enter until the alpha is by his side, touching his arm. he whines at the touch, looking over at him, hips never stilling. “P-Pat..it hurts..i’m s-sorry..!” Patrick cards his fingers through the pup’s hair. “shhh it’s okay, you’ve done nothing wrong..i’m right here..”

Art whimpers, body arching. “ah! hahahaaaaa…! it hurts so much..!” Patrick pities his friend, he truly does, and resolves he can’t just leave him this way. “i’m gonna help you, okay? okay, Artie?” Art just nods pitifully, pushing his backside off the bed to present himself. Patrick swallows hard at the sight and quickly steps away to undress, sighing as his hard cock is finally set free. he makes sure to grab a condom from his bedside drawer. he’s helping his friend but he’s sure as hell not trying to pup him. not yet, at least.

he rolls the latex on and slide onto the bed behind Art. he growls at the sight of Art’s hole, slick and stretched and wanting for him. he takes hold of his hips, aligning himself but doesn’t push forward just yet. “is this okay, Art?” he knows his friend is stuck in a dazed heat, but he wants his consent before anything else. Art nods feverishly. “please, yes it’s okay, just please..!” Patrick nods and without another moment of hesitation, drives himself into the omega.

Art cries out, gripping the sheets so hard they might just rip. Patrick gasps at the sensation of being inside his friend, the slick, boiling heat encasing him. he doesn’t waste time, starting up a pace as soon as he can get his bearings. Art is loud. he’s sure every other boy on their floor will know what’s going on, but he can’t care about that right now. not when his balls are slapping against Art’s ass, not when slick is pouring down both their thighs from the contact, not when Art is clenching onto him like a vice and moaning his name.

it’s not long before Art whimpers that familiar sound, the sound Patrick has heard one too many times in the night when Art thinks he’s asleep. “you close, pup?” he pants out. Art whines, starting to move his hips to fuck himself back against Patrick in time with his thrusts. Patrick groans, head falling back. “that’s it, good boy. c’mon..” Art whimpers. “gonna..! oh god..!” Patrick’s grip on his hips tightens as he speeds up relentlessly. “that’s it! c’mon!” Art cries, tears welling up and spilling over his cheeks, whining high and loud. “ah!! i’m gonna cum! please!!”

Patrick keeps going and going, feeling himself teeter closer and closer to the edge. “cum for me, Art. be a good omega.” that’s what does it and Art comes with a loud scream, slick and cum gushing over Patrick’s cock, a sickening stream after being so pent up. Patrick gasps at the feeling and pulls out, abandoning the condom to stroke himself and cum on Art’s toned back with a groan.

Art’s knees give out and he slumps to the bed, wrung dry, panting hard. the bed is a mess, the sheets ripped and slick from their fluids. Patrick leans forward to press a few gentle kisses to his friend’s shoulder. “you okay?” Art nods feebly. “yeah…thanks..” Patrick smiles against his skin. “what’re friends for?”

[judeable-brainrot]

omega! art in heat trying to act normal and alpha! patrick still knowing he’s in heat and trying really really hard to not bend him over and fuck him (he fails obviously)

you guys coming in CLUTCH with the a/b/o asks!! MWUAH!

literally how could he ever resist the sweet smell of Art's slick and his pheromones?? he can't. he tries, honest and true he does, but it never works out well. he can only go like 2 days before he's rushing to bend Art over their bathroom counter and plow into his slick heat. he can't help it, it's just his instincts:(

[judeable-brainrot]

oh,,,, challengers omega verse… your mind. need more….

mmm god i think about it allll the tiiiiime!! it's barely even funny.

how slick and whiny and HOT Art would get during a heat, how needy he'd be fore his alpha to help him. he wouldn't be able to wear any clothes because of how quickly they'd get soaked in slick and cum and sweat. he'd be so pitiful, crying and whimpering into his sheets, desperately humping the mattress for any kind of stimulation.

i also think about alpha Patrick A LOT. how thick his knot will get during a rut, how desperate to breed he'll get. he just needs to breed breed breed, needs to release this pressure at the base of his cock that's driving him up the fucking wall. he'd need an alpha because at some point all his toys are too filled with cum to use.

YUMMMMM YUM YUM

[judeable-brainrot]

waiiyyttt,, (embarrassed asking this)

omegaverse stuff.. i’ll lose my mind,

alpha patrick with an omega ftm reader,,,

needing to breed him while trailing kisses all over his faceeee

wahhh i dunnooo 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

don't be embarrassed!! this is an a/b/o safe space <3

Alpha!Patrick who's ruts are so awful, toys are no use anymore, only your body can suffice. and of course, he's sensitive to your dysphoria and he always makes sure you're safe and comfortable. so when he comes whining and begging to you, needing to breed, to fuck, you acquiesce.

he kisses all over your face, your neck, down to your top surgery scars and back up to your lips again. he drives into you, deep and fast and needy. "god so perfect! ugh—love your hole so much,,,love you!—oh fuck!" you whine under him, thighs shaking, hips aching from his pace. his knot swells and swells and swells until it finally pops with one hard thrust and soon he's filling you full and swollen with his seed, panting hard.

but he's soft regardless, buying you a Plan B the next morning and making sure you to provide for you the rest of the day <3