#art donaldson headcannons

[t1red-twilight]

art donaldson headcannons

summary: art donaldson is my gf (confirmed)

warnings/content: gn!reader, non-tennis!reader, fluff, cursing

word count: 370

masterlist a. d. masterlist

- its pretty much written on the wall.

- this man is quite clingy. he really likes you</3

- not the type of clingy that is unhealthy; the type of clingy where he always asks about your day and has to sit next to you all the time

- he notices when you need space, though.

- BUT- when he has a shitty day, he immediately wants to tell you about it.

- “honey, the my coach said the worst fuckin’ thing to me today i-“

- he just likes hearing you talk. he’s so dialed in when you speak to him.

- his love language is a mix of quality time and physical touch

- holds your hand whenever possible

- will lowkey pout if you pull your hand away for whatever reason

- pays. all the time. will fight you for it.

- oh, you liked something? it’s yours now lol

- “this is kinda cute”

- “yeah? you want it?”

- “i did not say that”

- hugs from behind (corny:/)

- kisses your shoulder and neck when he hugs from behind

- “why’d you get out of bed?”

- “i woke up when you left. i got cold.”

- will personally invite you to every one of his tennis games. even though you were already planning on going.

- waves at you between sets and blows kisses

- biggest bear hugs after games 😩

- speaking of hugs, his hugs are very long. he specifically puts his arms around your waist (so that yours are around his shoulders/neck) and has his face in your neck

- makes sure he’s giving the majority of the time

- has your order memorized at like every restaurant

- this is oddly specific, but if you’re at a movie, he puts up the arm rest so you two can sit really close together.

- talks shit with you.

- “she’s SUCH a bitch. i CANNOT believe she’d say that to you”

- touchy out of adoration

- hand on the waist, hand on the thigh, etc. bro has literal heart eyes

- asks to do little things together

- INSISTS on going grocery shopping together, even if you don’t live together.

[martiansodas-blog]

🎾 🤍💐✨🎀

it’s very easy to get art wrapped around your finger.

and it’s even easier to get him into bed.

your second year of college and you’re able to get a dorm just to yourself. your room is decorated all cutesy with star string lights and a plant and lots of colors. it’s arts safe space. you even made a copy of your key for him.

you love spoiling him and he loves being spoiled. don’t worry, he gives back as much as he takes.

“cmere baby” is all you have to say for him to crawl into your bed.

always always always lays inbetween your legs with his back facing you and his head on your shoulder. he’s taller than you but he’s a lean boy so he doesn’t crush you.

you’ll play with his hair in this position. it’s not uncommon for him to drift in and out. he’s just a little guy! he doesn’t need to think around you.

art cannot feel the weight of the tennis world when you hold him. you’re like a forcefield. he will tell you still talk to you about his sport of course but it’s different.

and as soon as your realize that the more you lean into it.

“who’s my special guy?” you say with his face in your hands. blush running rampant.

“i am.”

“that’s right.”

then you give him kisses all over his face till he’s giggling.

should i write a full on art dumbification fic or no

[coryosbaby]

I Wanna Be Your Dog

Teammate! Patrick Zweig x fem! Reader (minor mention: Patrick Zweig x reader x art Donaldson)

18+, MDNI !!

Content warning . Pervy dom Patrick, major scent kink, wedgies, use of the word mutt once or twice, spanking, anal. A hint— a HINT— of a foot kink (I swear it’s not what it looks like). weird bullying tactics/ dynamics & teammate rivalry. Patrick is gross and unhinged in this

TEAMMATE! PATRICK ZWEIG loves to get filthy. If you ever come to him for a release, expect it to get sloppy and downright fucking disgusting. He loves to shove your nose right up against his pubic hair, all curly and dark, while he ruts against your face like an animal. He loves that you do anything he asks of you (outside of tennis, at least). So when he slides his cock up against your face for the first time— “cmon, baby, breathe that shit in… thaaaats it. You love that, don’t you? You dirty little girl-”— you exhale sharply and mewl. The idea of TEAMMATE! PATRICK ZWEIG shoving his cock down your throat shouldn’t be as appealing as it is.

TEAMMATE! PATRICK ZWEIG who lets you use his thigh to get off when he’s fixing one of his tennis rackets. The actual fixing doesn’t last long, obviously, because you get mad and you get bratty and you make fun of him for losing to you the day before. Patrick’s muscled thigh soon acts as a chair for your pussy as he guides your hips with one hand, the other wrapped around your throat and squeezing — “Can’t run that mouth now, huh? Yeah, that’s what I thought, brat”— as he feels the sticky trail of arousal you leave on his hairy leg. TEAMMATE! PATRICK ZWEIG also makes you clean up your mess afterward, ass perky and up against his face as he forces your tongue against his thigh and begins to peel your underwear to the side. Spreading apart your cheeks and tonguing your cute little asshole as you bury your face into his crotch for a more comfortable position.

And that’s when you feel the wet patch on the front of his briefs against your lip. His big fat cock is just aching for a nice, creamy cunt to come and choke it. He tells you that, too, and presses your legs down onto his hips, your hands against the floor holding you up so he can slide right in.

TEAMMATE! PATRICK ZWEIG who drags you into the sauna after a game. Just sits you down right across from him, rubs it in your face that you lost, and then stands right in front of you and drops his towel. All sweaty and musky and warm ughhh. And you can’t help but shove your face against his dick and let him hump against it, your tongue laving over his balls and making him cum all over your chin and neck. Doesn’t even give you anything to wipe it off with, just slaps your cheek lightly and says, “good job, kid” as he walks off (because TEAMMATE! PATRICK ZWEIG KNOWS you despise that nickname and the way he dumbs you down).

TEAMMATE! PATRICK ZWEIG loves to do this mean thing where he comes up behind you, sweaty and gross, and sticks his hand down the front of his pants. He shoves his fingers in your mouth— “taste that shit? Fuckin’ beat you again at practice, you little fuckin’ loser-“— swirls it around on your tongue then pokes the back of your throat until you gag. You push him off of you and swear up and down at him, but your panties are already soaked and you know you’ll be at his house later that night.

TEAMMATE! PATRICK ZWEIG loves to shove your head against his sweaty armpit after you beat him at practice. He gets so mad and acts like a five year old. It makes you giggle until he’s holding you there and calling you a dirty mutt for “cheating”.

TEAMMATE! PATRICK ZWEIG loves to shove his head between your thighs. No matter the day or time, he’s always got that tongue working wonders on you. Whether it be on your pussy, clit, ass. He doesn’t care! In fact, he prefers when you just finished tennis practice. If you have a hole, especially when it’s sweaty and warmed up, TEAMMATE! PATRICK ZWEIG is gonna stick his fucking tongue in it.

He’s good at it too. Uses his fingers and crooks them just right, absolutely devours that pussy like it’s his last meal. Clit swollen and throbbing as he takes it between his lips, chin and beard drenched in slick. His honey, as he calls it. The nectar of the Gods.

He loves putting his tongue on your little furled asshole, stretching out your rim and GODD is it the hottest fucking sight for him. TEAMMATE! PATRICK ZWEIG, ladies and gentlemen, is an ass man. A fuck-it-and-fill-it-with-cream-then-eat-it-out-of-you type of ass man. And I don’t mean with just yours, if you get what I’m saying. You’re his little whore and he’s gonna stick your mouth wherever he wants it to be (and you have zero complaints).

TEAMMATE! PATRICK ZWEIG is kind of a weird guy. Sometimes he bites the ends of your toes when he’s got your legs hiked up in the air and drilling into you. What can he say? He likes the pink nail polish you have on and the golden bracelet wrapped around your ankle.

TEAMMATE! PATRICK ZWEIG’s favorite position is doggy. Loves to watch your ass bounce as his balls slap against it ‘n the way your little asshole opens and closes like a pretty flower with each thrust. He also likes the way your back arches and how easy it is for him to wrap his biceps around your neck and choke you until you nearly pass out. TEAMMATE! PATRICK ZWEIG also loves when he’s got you in missionary and you shove your fingers into his mouth. He sucks on the digits while his eyes roll back and he grunts out a curse. He bites down on them when he finishes.

TEAMMATE! PATRICK ZWEIG loves when you beg for it. Spit slick lips sliding against his with a breathy whimper— “please, please, please, Pat, need it-“— as you take all eight inches deep in your tight little snatch, lips stretched obscenely around his length. Cunt drooling with your third—fourth?— orgasm of the night, eyes rolling back as your nails scrape down his broad shoulders. Abolishes that fucking pussy cus he’s so desperate to shoot his load.

TEAMMATE! PATRICK ZWEIG loves to cum all over your face and tits. Practically drenches you in his fucking cum, plays with it with his thumb and feeds it to you as it drips off his fingers. Messy creampies in your sore little pussy, spreading apart your hole so he can admire the sound it makes as it gushes out of you. Stuffing your ass full of creamy white cum and plugging it with a cute lil’ diamond anal plug. Ughh I need him

Lastly, TEAMMATE! PATRICK ZWEIG gives you wedgies. He bullies you so obscenely— sometimes he does it in front of your other teammate, Art. He’ll invite the man over, talking to him about the most random topics before girls are brought up. They’ll start talking about hookups, one night stands. You come back from a bathroom trip when they’re talking about pussy, and Patrick takes a swig of his beer and yanks you down on top of him. You grumble— no one is supposed to know ! But Art is Art, you guess, and he isn’t a completely terrible guy. He can keep a secret.

Patrick twists you and shapes you against his lap until you’re splayed across him, much to your annoyance. Your tummy presses into his thigh and your bare feet graze Art’s knee as Patrick directs the blonde’s attention to you. “yeah, but this one’s tight man. So wet, too—“

“Pat, if you don’t let me up, I swear to God—“

“You’ll what?”

He taunts you, flipping up your skirt and letting out a whistle. Art’s just as much as a sick perv, but he’s less open about it, so his cock tightens in his jeans and his eyes widen.

“She’s got such a cute little ass. She’d probably let you fuck it if you gave her a few wins on the court.”

You growl, but not before you’re whimpering when Patrick’s long fingers hook into the middle of your panties and pulls. Your underwear is pushed forcefully in between your cheeks, burning a little but also putting so much delicious pain/pleasure friction on your swollen clit. Patrick licks his lips when he sees the way your cunt lips practically swallow the fabric— he’s almost jealous of it as it becomes soaked with your slick. You press your head into your hands, embarrassed because of the company. Patrick ignores it, though, and his hand comes down on your backside as he holds you up by your panties. ‘N Art can’t help but let out a little chuckle when you begin to squirm, his fingers barely, just barely, leaving feather light touches on your outer thigh.

“Jesus fucking Christ! Quit it, guys, ‘s not funny!”

“Maybe,” Patrick chuckles, grabbing Art’s hand and pressing it against your skin so he can touch you properly. You can’t deny that Art’s hands feel good when they trail up to your ass and give your plump cheeks a nice squeeze. “But you’re adorable, sweet cheeks, and I think Art wants to watch us fuck.”

The three of you never speak about that night, but there are a lot more of them to come— literally.

:: @mysticpenguincreation @nightmare-niko @iheartinkonpaper @becauseseaotters @emmalandry @princesstiti14 @aerangi @kaithoughs @jamespotterismydaddy @wildgirllz

[wormswurld]

artrick hc’s cuz i miss my boys..

⭐️ patrick:

- walks around the dorm room naked allll the time and art constantly yells at him to put some damn clothes on! (art definitely doesn’t blush and look at the ceiling when pat’s letting it all hang out and pat’s definitely not getting off on it….)

- lowkey a slob but ever since living w/ art he’s at least gotten into the habit of making his bed everyday,, typically the two of them make their beds together before they go off to practice 🙂‍↕️

- gets the gnarliest cramps in his calves after hours of practice & bitches to art abt it even though he knows he’ll ask him “have you had enough water?” the answer is always no.

- doesn’t really pay attention in most of his classes though remembers a lot of random facts abt WWII and annoys the hell out of art…as per usual…

- can fuck up a doritos locos tacos meal lmao,,especially when he’s high…my god this man turns into a fucking fein

- chronic nail biter, his oral fixation goes crazy!

- is technically supposed to wear reading glasses but he thinks they make him look stupid so he just squints like he’s getting blinded by the sun whenever he’s “studying”

- despises dark chocolate

- burps. all. the. time. it most certainly drives art insane but patrick just lies and says it’s his acid reflux lmao

- loves the movie boogie nights by paul thomas anderson… mark whalberg was one of many of his sexual awakenings

🌟 art:

- absolutely HATES tomatoes. patrick constantly makes fun of him for it but they genuinely make him gag like a cat coughing up a hairball

- is typically the last one to fall asleep out of the two of them.. sometimes when they push their beds together he’ll just admire what patrick looks like until he rolls over and decides it’s time for bed (the internalized homophobia strikes again…)

- really insecure about his feet because of how fucked up they’ve gotten cuz of tennis.. a lot of shoulder + feet injuries so he sleeps with socks on,, sometimes when he has a flare up patrick will offer to rub his feet because that’s what his bubbie used to do for him when he was sick / under the weather (art hates to admit it but he really appreciates it when patrick does this)

- drives patrick around everywhereeeeee.. patrick is his certified passenger princess & he loves to embarrass art whenever they are in the taco bell drive thru together.. one time pat asked (yelled) for 4 doritos locos tacos meals when he was high out of his mind in the passenger seat and all art could do was comply and hand over his credit card to the worker as patrick draped himself all over art whispering how much he loves him in his ear 🤭

- sun burns so easily it’s actually comical how much sunscreen he puts on just to go swimming (of course patrick finds it hilarious)

- favorite cereals are: raisin bran, rice krispies, and kix in that order. yes he’s an old man.

- constantly runs cold whereas patrick constantly runs hot..guess the nicknames fire & ice really do fit them

- LOVES dark chocolate !!!!!!! rarely eats it because he’s very strict with his diet and eating habits blah blah blah but sometimes when he decides to treat himself he’ll get a candy bar from the convenience store or vending machine

- the biggest sweetheart for his mom and grandma !!!!!!!!! really was only raised by them two so he’s such a mamas boy <3 always calls his grandma before every big tournament to hear her hype him up (patrick thinks it’s endearing)

- has the worst seasonal allergies known to man! is always sniffling whenever spring hits.. his nose gets all pink and his cheeks are always a little ruddy, and his eyes constantly water,, whenever patrick sees him like that he can’t help but think what art would look like giving him…………😵‍💫

[bountycancelled]

house of cards (a challengers au)

requested: no, but send challengers reqs I BEG !

warnings: none :)

content: tension I guess? readers kind of a go with the flow typa gyal, but the flow is sometimes manipulative and evil so... tashi and art both play (different games but they still play) patrick is a loser, but he's my loser so it's okay lowercase intended, unedited.

a/n: back after like a half year hiatus, and im on my challengers bullshit, hope you enjoy this cuz I wrote in a day lol

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"you know, sometimes it feels like you hate me." the words leave your lips before you can stop them, coming out of your mouth with the kind of instantaneous honesty you learnt during your many years around tashi. admiring her, envying her, loving her, and hating her all the same.

she raises an amused brow, the sides of her mouth quirking up in a half smile. she probably thinks it's funny, your train of thought. you're in her dorm right now, laying on her bed with your head rested against her shoulder while some episode of some show serves as background noise. and yet, you seem unsure that she even wants you here.

but the one thing you can count on tashi to know, is what she wants. so if she's sure that she doesn't hate you, you should be too. "I don't hate you. I love you, more than usual, honestly."

that shouldn't make your stomach flip in the way it does, but you've always been a little like a hungry dog waiting to be thrown a bone when it came to affection, from anyone really (a problem that you thought you were working on effectively, you weren't.) but mostly tashi, who's affection was about as rare as the sight of her not playing tennis. well, maybe that comparison was in poor taste after the injury, but anyway.

"why is that?" you hope you don't come off as eager as you are to hear what you've done to further place yourself in her good graces (you do, but don't worry, tashi thinks it's cute.)

"you're the only one who still plays tennis with me. real tennis." she nudges you off of her shoulder as she speaks, forcing you to look at her, leaving you to tackle that feeling that always seemed to arise whenever she was close. a feeling that would rather die that put a name to.

god, you were such a tryhard when it came to her. you let her tell you about her escapade with the notorious 'fire and ice' duo, art and patrick. you assured that it was totally okay to pit two friends against each other for the prospect of getting her, you nodded along when patrick came out victorious, and you comforted her when she eventually broke it off.

and the cherry on top of this absolutely miserable sundae of yours, you played exactly the same way you used to play with her, because you knew it was what she wanted, and anything she wanted, you'd give it to her.

and she knew that, of course. one of the reasons she kept you around.

she brought her face close to yours, so close, closer, closer... before turning your own face to plant a kiss on your cheek, deciding to pay attention to the show you two had put on her laptop, completely shattering what you thought had been a moment between you and her. not the first time she's done that, not the last time you'll think that.

you inhale and exhale deeply, willing yourself to not spend the whole night picking that last ten seconds of that interaction apart, trying to analyse if you were running on pure delusion, or if something had been there, between you two.

but you do anyway, and you don't come to a solid conclusion. when it comes to tashi, you never do.

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your run in with patrick is unexpected, but what is expected is just how fucking miserable he looks. you debate just leaving the diner all together, finding another place to eat. hell, not eating at all would be better than whatever conversation you could possibly have with the ex boyfriend of your best friend. the poor thing is still wearing that grey 'I told ya' shirt, and it's evident that he isn't taking any of this well.

you understand both of them, patrick blames himself (it's not his fault, at least not to you) and tashi needed someone to blame. there's a small part of you thats just glad you weren't the one that she chose, but it's small, and the bigger parts of you just want to pull patrick into a hug, but you're unsure of how appropriate that would be. unsure of if he would even want that from you. because you're not actually on his side, you'd never be on the side opposing tashi, and patrick knows that.

that doesn't stop his eyes from lighting up in hopeful recognition as he spots you awkwardly lingering by the entrance, and now you have to go and sit with him because you are not about to kick a dog while it's down. you flag down a waiter and order for yourself, turning to face him with a pensively worried expression.

"are you... okay?"

patrick laughs at your words, not because he thinks it's funny that you ask. (even in the event that you're just pretending to care, he's just thankful that you humoured him by sitting down) he laughs because he knows that you know that he's not. even if the two of you were strangers, you'd sense his misery from the second you entered and took one look at him.

"never better. foods here." he changes the topic swiftly, and you're starving, so you don't try to redirect it, stuffing your face almost as unapologetically as he is. but once the food finishes and you await the bill, you take another long look at him, and the sadness in his eyes make your heart ache.

you don't owe anything to patrick, but for whatever reason, you find yourself reaching for his hand, holding it in your own and giving it a comforting squeeze, smiling back at him sympathetically when he flashes you a grateful half smile.

maybe it's the unique circumstances of the breakup, or his sad brown eyes, or that one time you two played a "friendly" game right before him and tashi got together (the looks he gave you from across the court would be misplaced, but tennis was intrinsically sexy, and so was patrick, so you tried not to overthink it. tried.)

or maybe it's the emalgumation of every look that would make you squint curiously at him, every casual touch that would last too long because patricks patrick, every tipsy kiss on the cheek, or shoulder squeeze, but after you two leave the diner (he pays, and you feel bad about it, but don't comment further.) but when you face each other outside the establishment, the sunset painting the sky, you pull him into a hug.

the hug feels... far too intimate for two friends (were you still friends? you weren't sure.) but, whatever. he's hurt, grieving the loss of someone that would surely break you if you lost them and the loss of his own best friend, so you're not gonna judge. he wraps his arms around you slowly, hiding his face away in the crook of your neck, holding you so gently that a passerby would think that you're the one being comforted.

you tell him to call you if he ever feels lonely, immediately regretting your language because it sounds like you wanna fuck him, but he understands what you meant. and then, you say your goodbyes.

you don't tell tashi about that interaction. and you don't think you will.

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your run in with art isn't intentional, but he's grateful for it.

he knows that you and tashi usually run drills together at the courts on saturdays, its not crowded since everyone is in their dorms trying to piece themselves together after a shitty week. but he also knows that tashi needs to rest right now, so you'd most likely be alone. but he doesn't strike then, the racket in your hand will make you too focused, he knows that all too well. you'd be giving him one word answers, barely paying him any mind and probably wanting him to fuck off as soon as possible.

so while he's wracking his brain, thinking of another opportunity to find a way in with you, because being closer to you meant being even closer to tashi, he's seconds away from getting on his knees and praising the gods above when he sees in the cafeteria, alone.

him being there for her when the injury happened was simply happenstance, and he was lucky in a roundabout sort of way, getting to comfort tashi and hopefully building a good image of himself in your mind, because you were there too, of course.

but that wouldn't cut it. he needed to be truly in with you, and he needed a new best friend anyway, he'd basically sold his last one off, so this was a two birds, one stone kind of situation.

you don't look up when art sits in front of you. because one, you know its him, he has the nervous kind of energy whenever he's around you, different to the kind of nervous energy he has when tashis around, but you can still sniff him out regardless. and two, you're still feeling shitty about that whole... thing with patrick, too shitty to care that blondies over here in front of you, trying to get in with tashi.

"they stale or something?" he asks, his smile stupidly warm and inviting as he points towards the cheese fries on your plate, completely untouched. you shoot air through your nose, smiling despite yourself before giving him a response. "no, I'm just grappling with the fact that I'm a shitty friend, and maybe even a shitty person in general."

he hums, holding his hand towards your tray as a silent question, and you push it towards him nonchalantly, letting him take what he wants. he feels way too good about a simple tray, but something about you sharing your food gives him hope that you haven't completely ruled him out.

"well, think about it this way. the average person needs to have at least one of these traits in order to be liked. talent, kindness or looks. you're a fucking beast on that court, and you're gorgeous, so you don't even need to worry about being a good person." it's easy to butter you up a bit, because the words he's saying are true, and he had a feeling that telling you what he honestly felt was the route to go with.

you roll your eyes at his words, but the compliment makes you bite back a smile. you're only human, after all, and not even you are invincible to the charms of one art donaldson.

but you keep your cool, waiting for the inevitable of him bringing up tashi, with the obligatory acting like that wasn't why he sat with you in the first place. but it comes later in the conversation than you thought it would, he asks if she's doing any better, and you answer with an honest 'no.'

maybe this is just another one of his tactics, pretending that he's fully interested in getting to know you with no tashi shaped ulterior motive. but it works. because you end up talking over your now empty tray for a while, so long that you're late to your next class.

the look that he gives you when you leave is one of longing, but it was a specific kind longing, one linked to tashi. that's what art tells himself too, as he watches you walk away.

[sequoiaisstrange]

What do you think the difference is between working with figure skater!art vs figure skater!patrick? 💋💋

There’s definitely a stark difference depending on who you are skating with.

skater!art vs skater!patrick

For skater!art he likes to keep on “schedule” like once you are on the ice you are there to practice not to play games. And I’m not saying it’s not fun but you definitely can’t be slacking because he will call you out. For Art, it’s all out of love because he loves you but he also loves skating so why would he want anything less than perfect?

And for skater!patrick it’s pretty much the total opposite. He’s always making jokes or faces at you when you’re trying to be serious. But you don’t mind it much because he still manages to be amazing at the sport even though from afar you would think “How does he even place when he acts like this”

Sorry for how short these are but I really wanted to put out some writing again so please leave some more request like this

[yeahtimesten]

a playlist for art donaldson ✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

a cute lil playlist for artie bae :3 this is what i think the vibes would be in a relationship with him. it’s a lil cutesie, cheeky, vintage, and sickeningly sweet

hello it’s me - todd rundgren think of me you know that i’d be with you if i could i'll come around to see you once in a while or if i ever need a reason to smile and spend the night if you think i should

touch tank - quinnie he’s so pretty when he goes down on me gold-skinned eager baby, blue shirt out the laundry

steeeam - shelly touch me the right way baby and i’ll do it again i’ll do it again

sara smile - daryl hall & john oats when i feel cold, you warm me and when i feel i can’t go on you come and hold me it’s you and me forever

la la love you - pixies all i’m saying, pretty baby la la love you don’t mean maybe

cape cod kwassa kwassa - vampire weekend is your bed made? is your sweater on? do you wanna fuck? like you know i do

to know him is to love him - amy winehouse and i do, and i do, and i do oh, i'll be good to him, ill bring joy to him oh, everyone says there’ll come a day where ill walk alongside of him

sweet - cigarettes after sex it’s so sweet, knowing that you love me though we don’t need to say it to each other, sweet knowing that i love you, and running my fingers through your hair it’s so sweet

real love baby - father john misty i want a real love, baby there’s a world inside me got the key, just use it, just if for a minute

this must be the place - talking heads out of all those kinds of people you’ve got a face with a view i’m just an animal looking for a home and share the same space for a minute or two

i live for you - george harrison all this time my thoughts return to you give my love, that’s all i can do wait in line til i feel you inside yes it’s true, i live for you

there is a light that never goes out - the smiths take me out tonight oh, take me anywhere i don’t care, i don’t care, i don’t care

harvest moon - neil young because i’m still in love with you i wanna see you dance again because i'm still in love with you on this harvest moon

bed chem - sabrina carpenter where art thou? why not uponeth me? see it in my mind let’s fulfill the prophecy

bodyclosetomine - bones first time i met you your beauty almost made me pine now all i want is your body close to mine i swear on everything, i will do you right

our house - crosby, stills, nash, & young staring at the fire for hours and hours while i listen to you play your love songs all night long, for me, only for me

a/n - yayyyy i hope you guys fuck with this vibe!! lots of song on this list that are coming from his point of view. sara smile is definitely him when he’s had a rough day at practice or is stressed about finals or going thru insecure thoughts and he just neeeeeds you with him in bed stroking his hair ;-; or ur having a bad day and he’s just reassuring you how much he loves you and needs you and wants to see u smile

[castiwls]

"your my sun, my moon, and all my stars"

having a baby with patrick zweig...

I feel Patrick is the type of guy to be absolutely terrified of pregnancy he kinda hates the idea but then the baby is actually born and he’s just smitten.

You’d barely been going out 3 months but you’d both been hooking up for just under a year when you randomly show up at his hotel with a pregnancy test.

His initial reaction is to slam the door in your face - he’s not ready for this. A baby would get in the way of his career.

After having the door slammed in your face you stood there for a moment, the hormones already seeming to affect you more than you’d known as a rush of anger runs through you so you do the only logical thing and bang on the door until he opens it.

“Patrick Zweig open this door right now or I swear to god.”

He opens the door and you have half a mind to slap him for getting you into this mess in the first place.

Neither of you was exactly ready to be parents.

You spend the first few months of your pregnancy trying to get used to your relationship and to the idea of being parents.

The idea terrified you but the fact that Patrick seemed to be slowly coming around to the idea left you feeling more relaxed.

You half expected him to run for the hills when you’d randomly shown up at his hotel yet he surprised you.

I feel he’s the type of guy to buy baby clothes based on his interests (like when they buy football kits for their team.)

He DEFFENTLY buys your baby a little tennis outfit with a toy racket and all.

“You did not buy our unborn child a tennis racket?” He shrugged placing the bag down. He looked at you with that lopsided grin which always made you melt. “I’m being prepared! My child will not be a football player.”

(He’s already looking into tennis lessons for when they're older but you don't have to know that)

He definitely cries the first time you see the baby on an ultrasound.

Also, I'm sorry but he gives girl dad energy - the idea of a mini version of him scares him more than he’d admit.

Secretly hope the baby takes after you more than him.

You both decide to do a really low-key gender reveal with only your close friends and family. When it’s revealed as a girl he completely freaks out.

This man is a MESS when you eventually do go into labour.

“Oh my god. Is…is that normal? You're not going to die right?? I can’t do this alone i don't know the first thing about babies never mind girls.”

You're considerably calmer than him for most of it. (You joke about him needing the gas and air more than you and he fully tries to grab it)

I saw this video on TikTok of a woman being like I wanted my boyfriend by my head the whole time I didn't want him to see anything but then the nurses asked if he wanted to catch the baby and he full-on sprinted to get gowned up - that Patrick.

This man full-on starts crying with the baby the minute she's out.

Holds your hand the entire time she’s being checked and cleaned. He just stands there whispering sweet nothings as you both watch.

Cries again when you get to hold her - you cry with him this time.

“She’s so tiny.” You sniffled slightly stroking a hand over her tiny head. “We made that.” He grins. You laugh quietly. “Yeah…I guess we didn’t do too bad.” He presses a kiss to your lips before running a hand idly up her tiny back. You're both quiet for a moment, watching her in pure disbelief before. “Will you marry me?”

For a moment you think that it's some sort of pain relief-induced dream. There is no way Patrick Zweig of all people just asked you to marry him. This is the same guy who not even a year ago happily lay in bed and planned his next hook-up.

Turns out to be the BEST dad!! This man is happily up at all times of the night to feed her or rock her back to sleep.

Whenever he can't soothe her he just ends up on the couch watching back old tennis games with her until she falls asleep.

Much to your chagrin, your daughter ends up sleeping best when a tennis game is playing in the background - truly her father-daughter,

“I told you she’d like tennis.” “She's 4 months old.”

You both wait a few months before going back to the marriage conversion.

This man was prepared. He had a ring and all much to your shock.

“I didn’t pit you for the marriage type.” “Well, it wasn’t high on my list but you’ve apparently changed that.”

You agree to marry him but you both wanna wait a little till your daughter is older. You make a one-off mention about how cute of a flower girl she would be and he is sold.

Overall he’s a surprisingly good dad and partner. He’s still trying to move up in the tennis world but manages to split his time so that he never misses anything big.

Though he did make you promise that when she’s older you’ll come to his games - you roll your eyes and begrudgingly agree but deep down you know that there is a good chance watching him play tennis may lead to your daughter getting a sibling or two.

[judeable-brainrot]

Lamb art

Ferret art

Lil mouse art and unlikely friends with black bear patrick who keeps him warm in the winter months

oooooooOOOHOHOHOHOHOOOO

lamb!art, sweet little guyyyy. he's so curious with his soft curls, always loves to prance around and be in the sun! he's always talking and smiling, laughing and happy and bouncing around, so so softttt he's just a babyyy

ferret!art who has a problem with nibbling and nipping his friend's and partner's skin. he nuzzles into big blankets and pillows and he's SOOO restless all the time! poor honey as soo much energy in his lanky body he doesn't know what to do with it all!

and mouse!art, such a skittish sweety with his little twitchy nose and wide eyes. his best friend, bear!patrick, who protects him and drags him into his bed with him when it starts to get ridiculously colder, cradling his friend softly in his arms <3

[angelfrombeneth]

Nonsense Lyrics x Art Donaldson

I don't know what this is, but I just thought it's a nice short and sweet little headcannon of Art and how he'd act around you to Sabrina Carpenter lyrics.

think I only want one number in my phone, I might change your contact to 'don't leave me alone' - since meeting art donaldson you have become infatuated with him. the second you got his number you changed his contact to 'don't leave me alone'. Does he know? Of course not. But that isn't changing anything.

you said you like my eyes and you like to make em' roll - after a short run in with art one day, the boy had every quickly became obsessed with you as much as you were with him.

"You're eyes are gorgeous" He smiled at you, as the pair of you stood in the middle of a hallway.

You rolled your eyes and laughed at him. "Thats so random Art, thank you thoug" You chuckled, smiling softly at the boy.

He couldn't help but stare at your eyes, and the way your eyes rolled when he first spoke. God he wishes he could make your eyes roll like that all day.

lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense - whenever you were in Art's vicinity your brain didn't work correctly. you babbled on your sentences and every single word. the way he stood infront of you in all his glory, especially after a tennis session stood there, hot, sweaty.. hot.. you could pratically drool over the fucking sight.

[martiansodas-blog]

headcannons w/ art donaldson

(it gets specific)

🎾 🤍💐✨🎀

♡ wouldn’t mind having a slightly younger partner. he’d like teaching them things and it’d boost his ego a little bit. you two would tease each other about your age all the time.

♡ hugs from behind. does it so much it became ‘his thing’. he loves resting his head on your shoulder. he gives you a little squeeze to your stomach.

♡ he doesn’t want a partner who plays tennis. who even watches tennis. it’s such a relief for him when you walk into his life and have to ask what 40-love means.

♡ he likes that you had no idea who he was before you met him. of course once you get to know him and see him play you’re super proud of him! you’re in the stands as much as you can.

♡ joking with him after a match

“mr. donaldson, that was incredible. can i get an autograph?”

“shut up.”

and then he’d pull you in for a kiss. one where both hands are on your hips and he dips you cause he’s so happy. yeah there’s people around but who cares?

♡ art loves nuzzling your pussy. rubbing the tip of his nose on your clit with his eyes closed. going side to side or up and down or in circles while his head gets all fuzzy. feeling how soft and warm and wet you are. feeling your thighs squish his cheeks and ears. how squirmy you get the more he pushes his face into them. wants to hold your hands while he makes lil happy noises into your heat. so needy for you and nuzzling between their thighs feels like heaven.

“you smell so fucking good.”

♡ would pay for your pajamas + lingerie. he’s slipping you a hundred and telling you to get something pretty before he gets back from a meeting. hes usually so desperate to enter you once he sees you all dressed up that he rips it so it’s a good thing he’s the one purchasing it.

“i love this color on you.”

“i know.”

good luck leaving without marks

♡ he’d get you both matching pj pants aswell. you know the classic flannel ones. he buys two of his size since you prefer to steal his clothes anyway. just another way he’s thoughtful.

♡ y’all have movie nights in them with popcorn and very cozy blankets.

[jesssssssssica]

nsfw headcannons with art donaldson!

oh cutie patootie art who WORSHIPS the land that you walk on so much so you often find yourself wondering if he's real, shocked that a man that beautiful can be so infatuated with something.

he makes sure that you know how much he adores you, making sure to kiss up and down your body, loving the way that you blush and squirm as he does so.

LOVES LOVES LOVES the way that your fingers pull and comb through his hair (especially the former action)

during your first time together, he definitely cries when he finishes, finally feeling loved in such an intimate act.

LOVES MAKING OUT WITH YOU (i mean the hotel scene speaks levels) especially the way your lips become all puffy and your eyes become dazed at the passion between the pair of you

i think that he has some serious jealousy issues and if he sees you with a boy out and about, then will definitely come over and be overly affectionate towards you.

gets pleasure from you being pleasured.

is a boob guy through and through.

LOVES to play with them, rest his head on them. watch them bounce, literally anything to do with them.

definitely loves it when you wear lingerie, loving the way it hugs your curves and loves all the bows and tassels that hang off it.

would 100% want to make out with you in front of patrick, wanting to feel a bit of a buzz for getting to kiss someone so pretty.

of course pat is gobsmacked at the smug grin that takes over art's face after you part from one another.

i think he's definitely a bit of a tight fit for you but his comforting words and terms of endearments make it much more pleasurable for you.

as well as patrick, art loves a munch and you love that he loves to munch.

art's one of those guys that stays down there for so long that you literally have to push him away with his hair.

i feel as though you really have to push for him to go a bit rougher and a bit faster and WRECK you, because as much as you love him you sometimes need to less frustrations lose.

i think sometimes you wear mascara to create the run of it down your cheeks because you know it's something art loves.

maybe sometimes he lets loose on the names he calls you, too filled with pleasure to realise some of the things that have slipped past his lips but if anything it makes you clench around him which is something that he LOVES

if you think patrick was the loud one, then you are completely wrong. ART IS FUCKING LOUD god bless your neighbours and friends.

has constant fantasies and wet dreams of you in cosplay and DREAMS of having a tennis coach fantasy, you as his little tennis prodigy dressed all skimpy, bent over the tennis net to reach one of the balls and him watching from the sidelines, cupping his forming erection.

another one of his dreams is to have a calm domestic life, so he always silently dreams of finishing inside of you and starting a life with you.

definitely can't wait to see you all bloated and full of him.

i think for art, aftercare is one of the most important things for him and he will not be able to sleep if he doesn't clean you up.

[hannahbisssssss]

Challengers Headcannons

⚠️: 18+ only please

(I’m taking requests btw)

Headcannons for Patrick Zweig

Bro is a giver

Idc what you tell me

He makes everything painstakingly slow to see your reactions

Kisses, sex, oral, ANYTHING

“Hang in, baby, let me get a look at you.”

KING of moaning

It doesn’t matter if anyone else is in rooms around y’all. He knows what he wants and he’s gonna be vocal

Not the best at aftercare but will get better if you ask him to.

Idk I just love him so much

Headcannons for Art Donaldson

Now you may think he’s also slow but NO.

Art spent so much of his life waiting for someone to reciprocate his feelings

He’s going ALL IN

Of course, he’ll go slower if you want him to.

But he’s so HUNGRY for you.

I mean.

He basically is a munch

Art whines a lot in bed

Once moaned Patrick’s name and you both talked about how attractive he is to you both

It was a bonding experience.

[sequoiaisstrange]

Spending Halloween with your boyfriends in my iceskater!patrick and iceskater!art universe’s

Happy holidays everyone! After the second of November my schedule will be opening up a lot so I’ll be writing again for these universities again so keep an eye out and you can still send in requests for them!

[yeahtimesten]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ my masterlist ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

challengers

patrick zweig

a playlist for patrick

shower head - 18+

phone sex - 18+

volleyball!reader x patrick zweig - coming soon!

art donaldson

a playlist for art

tashi duncan

a playlist for tashi

disaster date

ramblings

how your relationship started with the trio

the trio’s partners’ interest/hobbies

the summer after high school - patrick x reader x art

part 1

[amymbona]

It all makes sense now...