#art donaldson x user

[bleedingwidow]

ahhh screw it. let’s get these bots out

7/12 bot release

Patrick Zweig - show-off

For Patrick, there’s only one good thing about going to his parents’ daunting fundraiser, and that was being able to show you off to all the rich fucks attending.

Patrick Zweig - swipe right

it’s become blatantly clear to you that your tinder date does not care about what you do for work or what your college major was, and that’s shown by the fact he lunges across the table mid-conversation to shove his tongue down your throat. would you let him have his way?

Art Donaldson - fratboy!art

it seems that boyish charm is all Art needs to get college girls swooning. he had the good looks and the awkward demeanour; all he needed was a little push from the frat boys (and Patrick). Things were going fine, til Pat ran his loud mouth in front of you and mentioned the girl he presumed was you that Art spent the night with over the weekend — the weekend you happened to be in your dorm for the entirety of.

Art Donaldson - freshly divorced

it’s taken him a while to get used to the lack of the silver band around his finger. without Tashi ordering him around, who is he? what can he do? he’s retired now, and he spends most of his time taking care of Lily, and when he’s not, he’s worrying about Lily. It takes a little push from Patrick to get out and go to the nearby bar, to which he meets you.

tysm for the unconditional support. i mean 620 followers?!?!? guys?!?! i really do appreciate it. i know it’s a bit strange seeing as, yk, im a wlw bot creator — and i still am, im just going to be writing male bots too (with fem!pov in mind, though it’s not limited to). i really really like interacting with you guys and i love hearing what you have to say, even if its just something silly. thank you heaps i hope you like these <333

[thebusylilbee]

oooh to be able to block all reader insert posts easily by blocking one single "reader insert" tag............................... an unattainable dream alas ! since READER INSERT POSTERS DO NOT TAG THEIR SHIT WITH #reader insert BECAUSE THEY DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT OTHER USERS

[qvrcll]

i need to consume this. i need to eat every word on my screen or so god help me

drunk reader; drunk and sad girl trope; reader is taken advantage of (but consensually?); DARK(er) CONTENT AHEAD MDNI 18+ w/ ART DONALDSON & PATRICK ZWEIG

your date had gone poorly. it was obvious over the phone when you called art, begging him to come pick you up through sniffles and harsh dismissals of "i'm fine". you only managed to get art off of the phone by telling him that you were running out of minutes, but he was at the restaurant not long after, pulling up with patrick in the passenger seat.

and they wouldn't leave you alone. they wouldn't turn the radio up and drown out your sniffles and poorly masked sobs with music. patrick kept turning around to look at you and art kept sneaking glances in the rear view mirror. they were worried sick, so it was only natural that they began damage control when they got to your place.

patrick on alcohol duty. art on therapist duty.

patrick peddled drink after drink into your hand at your request with no concern for how much you were drinking. he only began to care when your words slurred, only then did he take the drinks out of your hand and put them out of reach, downing a few himself or passing them to art.

you weren't drunk, that's what he kept telling himself as he let his eyes roam over your body, eyesight dipping to get a glimpse of your cleavage when you would lean over to try to reach for another drink. when he let his hand fall to your thigh, it was to tether you back to here, keeping you from spiraling into your recollection of how bad the date went. that's all.

meanwhile, art was hearing you out. his features softened into an understanding pout while he listened to you detail every single thing about the date. the people sitting around you, the menu options, the horrible jokes your date made.

he sat there wondering how you could go out with a guy like that. wondering why you were even excited to see the guy in the first place because no matter how often you repeat yourself, claiming you didn't even want that guy that much anyway, art knows.

he remembers how giddily you called him earlier in the afternoon, ready to turn down his suggestions to hang out because you were busy. you had a date, and you said it like it was the best thing to ever happen to you. he can't help but feel a little glad that your date went wrong, especially when you bury your head in his neck and let him caress your back while you cry off even more of your makeup.

you're so soft. so warm. so pliant from the mix of alcohol, sadness, and comfortability in this moment.

earlier that afternoon, when the call to art became a three way call with patrick, there was a joke made. a sly, "if you come home drunk and sad we're gonna take advantage of you" from patrick's lips.

you rolled your eyes at the time, scoffing and exclaiming, "gross!" at your friend's obscenity. art had acted on your defense, chastising patrick while trying to clear the image out of his head.

and patrick was quick to apologize, assuring that he didn't mean it. "it's a joke!" said over and over again above the sound of your rejection and art's protection meddling together.

and it had been a joke at the time. they would never do that to you. but there's something here, some vibe that's unexplainable through the maze of hormones running throughout all of you. for some reason, when you lift your head from art's neck, wipe under your eyes, and look between art and patrick, they consider it.

they only take a moment to think about it when you tell them, "take advantage of me," the words spoken clearly. meticulously. soberly.

so they do.

they don’t have to kiss you stupid. you’re already dumbed down when art presses his lips to yours. it doesn’t take any coaxing at all for you to part your legs for patrick.

they’ve never seen you this compliant. after being used to your eye rolls and jokes at their expense, they started to figure that’s what you would be like in bed. patrick believed you would be bossy, telling him what to do. art didn’t mind the thought, not when patrick painted a picture for him. but art likes how he’s able to tell you what to do.

he likes that when he tells you to lift your hands above your head, you do. he likes that you lay back when he tells you to. he likes that you wrap your lips around his cock when he presents it in front of your face.

it’s nearly impossible to tell that you had even been saving yourself for another man when they have you like this. when you’re on your hands and knees, taking patrick from the back and art from the front, it’s absurd to even believe that you wanted to fuck a completely different man tonight.

they’re making you feel good. they’re making you feel better than your lousy date could’ve ever dreamed of. they’re fucking the thoughts out of your mind, replacing the horrors of your night with something pleasurable. something to make it all worth it.

because if you hadn’t gone out tonight, you never would’ve met the guy who made you cry. if you hadn’t dolled yourself up earlier, your efforts never would’ve looked prettier coming off of you than it did going on you.

it’s all a beautiful display of the butterfly effect. not that any of you are thinking about that while you’re drunkenly slobbering on arts dick with lazy eyes, attempting to fuck yourself back onto patrick all the while.

[voidsuites]

CHALLENGERS X BRAT BOT RELEASE !!! (9/14/24) ⌢⠀ 🎾 .ᐟ

tashi duncan ・゜゜・．360. art and patrick ・゜゜・．club classics. art and tashi ・゜゜・．sympathy is a knife.

patrick zweig ・゜゜・．i might say something stupid. art donaldson ・゜゜・．talk talk. patrick and tashi ・゜゜・．von dutch.

patrick zweig・゜゜・．everything is romantic. art donaldson ・゜゜・．rewind. tashi duncan ・゜゜・．girl, so confusing (fem!user).

tashi duncan ・゜゜・．apple. patrick zweig・゜゜・．b2b. tashi duncan ・゜゜・．mean girls (fem!user).

art donaldson ・゜゜・．i think about it all the time. patrick zweig ・゜゜・．365. art donaldson ・゜゜・．hello goodbye.

art and patrick ・゜゜・．guess. tashi duncan ・゜゜・．guess. wlw. art patrick and tashi ・゜゜・．spring breakers.

got a request? go ahead and leave em here :) FIRST THANK U FOR 3.3K!! AAH!! i feel like i've gone insane all (brat) summer because i've been hyperfixated on both challengers and brat at the same time (that's what i get for seeing the movie on june 7th and coming straight home and listening to the album... yikes!) it's actually ridiculous how i still listen to brat all the way thru at least once a day... and these damn tennis players have not left my mind. crazy behavior, truly. BUT ENJOY THESE SM!!! had way too much fun making them, thanks for feeding into my interests lol. (btw the club classics + tashi guess bot are older/were prexisting bots, but i included them just in case. also fyi!!!! i did not do "so i" out of respect for SOPHIE. i really miss her a lot.)

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[leftoverghosts]

the weight of it all

divorcelawyer!patrick zweig x divorcelawyer!wife!user

or, patrick teases you with a paperweight. nsfw teasing under the cut.

PLAY MY XMAS GAME AND REQUEST A BOT/BLURB HERE!

"I can’t believe you thought that was okay—what the hell were you thinking?" Patrick snarled.

Your heart raced as Patrick pressed against you, his rage palpable, as he stood between your spread thighs. You'd been arguing in circles, when he'd hoisted you onto the desk unceremoniously. "I was trying to do what's best for our client," you shot back, meeting his furious gaze. "Art deserves a fair settlement."

"Fair?" Patrick scoffed, his hot breath on your face. "You call handing over half his assets to that gold-digging bitch fair?" He slammed his fist on the desk, rattling the glass paperweight behind you. You glared at him, not appreciating how he referred to Tashi.

“Fuck you. Taking on this case was a conflict interest anyway.” You stood your ground, staring down your husband as if he were the most foolish man on Earth. The Donaldson's divorce was in danger of causing your own, and you had spent countless hours trying to untangle their messy assets.

Between this case and all the others, you and Patrick barely had time for anything other than work - let alone to release any of the pent up aggression building inside both of you due to lack of intimacy. You weren't nice when you were horny, and neither was he. "If you'd just listen to reason, you God damn moron-"

With a snarl, Patrick grabbed the heavy crystal paperweight and shoved it roughly between your legs. You gasped as the cold glass pressed against your most sensitive area through your panties. He moved it in slow, deliberate circles, glaring at you with a mix of anger and dark lust.

"Is this what you want?" he hissed. "You uptight cunt. You need to loosen up. You’re driving me crazy."

A moan escaped your lips as the smooth paperweight rubbed against your clit through the thin fabric. You were appalled at his crude actions but your body betrayed you, automatically grinding against the hard glass.

Patrick watched your face with grim satisfaction as he continued to torment you with the makeshift toy under your skirt. "Not so high and mighty now, are you?" he taunted. “Who’s a moron, baby?”

You hated how your body responded to Patrick's aggressive touch, but you couldn't deny the electric sparks of pleasure racing through you. The glass was unyielding against your sensitive flesh, stroking you in just the right way.

"Stop..." you whimpered, but your hips bucked traitorously against the object. Your panties were drenched, desire coiling hot and tight in your core.

Patrick leaned in close, lips brushing your ear as he spoke in a dark, honeyed voice. "You need this. Need to be put in your place." He increased the pressure and speed of the paperweight, the glass growing slick with your arousal.

A cry tore from your throat as the blunt tip found your aching entrance through the soaked fabric. Patrick nudged it rhythmically against your opening, teasing penetration. You clutched his shoulders, head thrown back, panting as he worked you into a frenzy.

"Beg me for it," Patrick commanded gruffly. "Beg me to fuck your bratty little cunt." He licked and nipped at your neck, marking you as his.

"Please..." you whined desperately. This was so wrong, so unprofessional. But the taboo of it all only heightened your arousal. Your hips rocked shamelessly as Patrick worked the paperweight faster.

"Fuck, look at you," he sneered. "You love this, don't you? Such a dirty little slut behind that prissy act. It’s not even inside you."

His filthy words sent you over the edge. You came hard, shuddering and muffling a cry against his shoulder as your cunt clenched around nothing. Patrick held the paperweight firmly against you, drawing out your climax until you stopped mewling.

Panting, you sagged against the desk, thoroughly debased. He set the paperweight down with a clink and straightened his tie, a smug look on his face.

"Now then," he said coolly, as if nothing had happened. "Let's discuss the settlement terms again, shall we? And this time, I expect you to see things my way."

Cheeks burning with humiliation and fading pleasure, you had no choice but to meekly nod. Patrick had won this battle. And you hated how much you'd enjoyed it.

[yameoto]

·︻┻═┳一ཧᜰ꙰ꦿ 💥 MASTERLIST

all works to be consumed by responsible fullyfunctioning grown matured fullydeveloped adults.

WORKS fandom, alphabetical.

ARCANE

▸ supernova | kpopidol!caitlyn, mirror sex / handjob.

▸ russian roulette | dark!caitlyn, noncon.

▸ caitlyn fuckgirl!basketball headcanons

▸ caitvi hybrid au headcanons

caitvi butchpussy + femmecock = using you

caitvi x free-use reader drabble

caitvi sandwich

caitvi fuckgirls x virgin!reader

caitlyn kiramman girldick dubcon

caitlyn kiramman breeding kink

caitlyn dicking down house!rivalry!user

dark!caitlyn fucking you with her mask on

caitlyn jerking off into (all) your panties

fuckgirl!basketball!cait 2second blowjob

being caitlyn’s stress relief toy

CHALLENGERS (2024)

▸ coach knows best | dom!art/tashi/patrick, dubcon

▸ lapdog art headcanons

needy baby | sub!art, pillow humping

mean tennis!coach art donaldson

perv!roomate patrick zweig scent kink

broke ex!patrick voicemails

tashi touching you in your sleep

lazy morning tashi duncan

eating tashi duncan's ass

▸ GEN V / THE BOYS

▸ top ten benefits | dom!cate/jordan/andre, dubcon

▸ frustration | dom!jordan

▸ hell is a (fucking) roommate | sub!perv!roomate!jordan

▸ mindrape! | dom!cate, noncon

masc!jordan in lingerie set

subby kidnapper!cate

spoiledbrat!cate x CEO!user

omega!cate breeding kink

claiming omega!cate

alpha!cate rut

puppy!cate thoughts

puppy!cate bondage kink

cate dunlap lactation kink

sorority!cate x pledge!user

cate dunlap car sex

▸ GLEE

▸ supernatural!au quinn fabray masterpost

▸ angel in your pocket | spn!quinn, angel!reader

puppy!marley rose thoughts

stepsis!quinn marking you

spanking cowgirl!quinn

skank!quinn semipublic masturbation

▸ SCREAM

▸ sam carpenter!ex-babysitter headcanons

▸ sam carpenter!ghostface headcanons

▸ tara carpenter!ghostface headcanons

foreplay milf!sidney, dom!sid, sub!reader

▸ MISCELLANEOUS

dianna agron filmography

alison miller drunk masturbation

alison miller postwork scent kink

alison miller's bluecollar!wife thoughts

alison miller stress relief head

alison milller angst thoughts

stoner!ali x cheerleader!reader

sara barton car sex mild corruption kink

gossip girl

blair & serena sharing you

yellowjackets

antler queen privileges dark!lottie, dubcon

edging her sub!jackie, orgasm denial

#yamtalks 4 all horny blurbs. #yamthinks 4 all analysis posts. anonlist 4emojis.

[jenniejjun]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 ⸻ 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴.

pairing.: art donaldson x leitora!fem x tashi duncan x patrick zweig

sinopse.: olivia miller era tudo o que tashi duncan não era. e tudo o que ela era ao mesmo tempo. uma força a ser reconhecida. não foi uma surpresa quando elas se tornaram parceiras de tênis. elas eram lendas. nada nem ninguém poderia mexer com elas. exceto art donaldson e patrick zweig.

warnings.: esta história foi avaliada como +18. incluirá uso de cigarro, consumo de álcool, temas sexuais e linguagem forte. aconselha-se a opinião do autor, caso você se sinta desconfortável com alguma das citações anteriores priorize sua saúde evitando a leitura. não possuo nenhum desses personagens, exceto os millers e justine bonsoir. todos os direitos vão para MGM e Guadagnino. fora isso, isso aqui é apenas eu cedendo à minha necessidade bissexual de ter os três, não sei o que dizer.

notas da autora.: quem é vivo sempre aparece né? tava vendo rivais pela primeira vez esses dias e tudo que me veio a mente é como eles deviam ter formado um trisal. seria saudável? provavelmente não. resolveria os problemas deles? também não. mas a vida deles seria bem mais fácil se o casamento da tashi e do art fosse aberto! anyways, vendo esse filme eu fiquei mais obcecada ainda do que já era pelo mike faist e minha obsessão pelo josh o'connor e pela zendaya retornou. daí veio a ideia de montar a olivia e sua história! espero que vocês gostem! essa eu dedico pra @cruelyouths que tava ansiosa pela postagem. aliás, os personagens começam com dezoito anos como no filme. eu costumo postar tiktoks sobre a fanfic lá na minha continha, caso vocês queiram seguir pra ficar por dentro também o user é daemonyra!

elenco.: jennie kim como olivia miller, kim see-hun como aira choi, jeremy strong como oliver miller, zendaya como tashi duncan, josh o'connor como patrick zweig, mike faist como art donaldson, swann arlaud como justine bonsoir.

ESCUTE A TRILHA SONORA AQUI.

I. MISS SUGAR PINK, LIQUOR LIPS

2006

OLIVIA MILLER E TASHI DUNCAN eram parceiras desde crianças. Elas não tinham certeza de quando tudo começou, mas faziam tudo juntas. Frequentaram a mesma escola, tiveram os mesmos amigos, compartilharam alguns namorados… Não foi surpresa quando se tornaram parceiras de tênis. Duplas eram difíceis de manter no esporte, a maioria delas acabaria se separando para seguir carreira solo. Um certamente chamaria mais atenção do que o outro. E por isso as pessoas preferiram um jogador só. Mas não com elas.

Tashi e Olivia eram notáveis. Uma daquelas equipes que você sonha ver nos Jogos Olímpicos de Verão. Elas nunca perdiam uma partida, desde que começaram juntas. A rotina delas seria simples. Sempre começava com Olivia fazendo o saque, então Tashi entrava em modo animal no lado oposto da quadra e elas marcavam o match point. Juntas.

Desta vez não seria diferente. Enquanto a garota de dezoito anos fazia o saque, ela já podia ouvir a bola de tênis indo e voltando entre elas e a outra dupla do outro lado da quadra. Olivia olhou para Tashi. A grande Tashi Duncan, a mulher que fazia todos à sua frente se contorcerem de medo, bateu na bola com sua raquete. O suor escorria pela sua testa quando Olivia saltou para acertar a pequena esfera verde.

Anna Muller e sua parceira pareciam furiosas pelos próximos dois sets, mas Olivia não se importava, ela estava na lua. Elas estavam ganhando. A expectativa do público já estava escorrendo, todos sabiam quem estava prestes a vencer. E não era Anna Muller e seu traseiro racista.

"Chupa essa, vadia!" Olivia gritou, ignorando o par de olhos que seus pais lhe deram por xingar no campo de tênis. Ela não se importou. A partida deles foi vencida.

Quase como se fosse sua segunda natureza, Olivia Miller se lançou nos braços de Tashi Duncan gritando de alegria enquanto as duas se abraçavam febris e suadas. Era tênis em sua forma pura, a intensidade crua de como Tashi mantinha suas testas juntas e ela segurava o rosto de Tashi. Ambas sorrindo como tolas. Não. Como vencedoras.

“Isso sim foi tênis de verdade, porra”, disse ela com confiança. Claro que foi a primeira coisa que ela observou, Tashi respirava aquele esporte.

Passando o braço em volta do pescoço da garota, Olivia revirou os olhos saindo da quadra. Passando pelas perdedoras, a garota Miller não pôde deixar de notar o mau humor que Anna carregava consigo quando passavam. Ela sorriu, discretamente. Bem feito. Vadias. Sentindo um tapinha na bunda, Olivia olhou para sua parceira enquanto elas se dirigiam ao vestiário.

“Espero que esse espírito vencedor permaneça com você até esta noite”, Tashi franziu as sobrancelhas enquanto brincava, secando o suor do rosto. "Você não esqueceu, certo?"

“Como se você ou minha mãe fossem me deixar esquecer!” Olivia murmurou deixando sua amiga ir. “Mas quero dizer... Se isso significa ver a cara de perdedora da Anna, posso tolerar isso. Qualquer coisa para deixar aquela vadia racista infeliz.”

“Você realmente tem muito ódio pra alguém tão pequeno”, brincou sua melhor amiga antes de continuar. “Mas, na verdade, é a festa da Adidas. Você não pode desistir. É para nós.”

Era a dinâmica delas. Tashi Duncan vivia por todo aquele profissionalismo, embora ainda não quisesse seguir carreira. Aquela garota era a tenista mais profissional dos Challengers, disso Olivia Miller sempre poderia ter certeza. Não era como se ela não fosse profissional também, ela era. Elas fizeram muitos anúncios, conferências e treinamentos juntas. E Olivia Miller nunca chegou atrasada.

Mas ela era mais o tipo de garota que gostava de festas universitárias. Louca, bagunçada e divertida. Festas de trabalho? Esse era o playground de Tashi. Ela dominava a coisa enquanto Olivia permanecia ao seu lado, bebendo silenciosamente seu champanhe e aparecendo bonita para a câmera. Esse era o trabalho dela em festas como essas, Olivia odiava.

“Tash, está tudo bem! Eu sei, ok? Toda aquela merda de ‘celebrar os campeões de amanhã’. Eu sei, estarei lá mesmo que a festa seja uma merda.”

As duas entraram no vestiário, seguindo seus respectivos caminhos até seus armários. O clube de campo era enorme, mas era fácil ficar perplexo com o quão pequeno ele realmente era. De perto assim, Olivia pôde ver plenamente sua melhor amiga tirando a camisa. O sutiã esportivo que ela usava fazia a curva perfeita para seus seios, tanto que quase deu vontade de gritar. Era uma sensação com a qual ela estava acostumada quando estava ao lado de Tashi Duncan.

Tashi era perfeita demais, às vezes. Era esmagador.

“Ei, você pode me emprestar um de seus sutiãs para esta noite? Preciso de algo que não faça meus seios parecerem tão pequenos”, Olivia perguntou, encostando-se em seu armário enquanto olhava para frente. Quando de repente a peça de roupa bate em seu rosto. “Ai! Cadela."

Tashi olha para ela, com o peito totalmente à mostra enquanto ela sorri.

"Seus seios estão ótimos, mas se você precisar", ela encolheu os ombros. “Você está tentando impressionar alguém?”

Começando a se livrar das roupas de tênis, Olivia riu enquanto se dirigia para o chuveiro. Tashi seguindo. Virando-se, ela viu sua amiga em toda sua glória nua entrando em contato com a água fria de seu chuveiro. Apenas abrindo espaço para ela, Olivia começou a lavar o cabelo logo sentindo as mãos de Tashi substituírem as dela.

“Sabe, eu tenho que pelo menos transar já que você está me obrigando a ir a essa festa idiota.” Olivia sorriu suavemente, seu tom provocativo quando sentiu as mãos de Duncan agarrarem seu couro cabeludo com mais força. Ela riu. “Depois de tirar todas as fotos, claro!”

Se Tashi achou engraçado, ela decidiu ignorar isso, retomando seus tratamentos no couro cabeludo de Olivia com o condicionador. “Eu não subestimaria a festa se fosse você, pode ficar interessante,”

A garota Duncan encolheu os ombros.

“Não é subestimar se eu sei que a festa é uma merda.”

Na verdade, ela subestimou a festa.

Certo. Talvez ela tenha sido um pouco... severa ao julgar um livro pela capa. Afinal, toda a celebração dos campeões de amanhã não foi tão ruim. Fotos delas estavam espalhadas por metros quadrados, Olivia com suas raquetes e saltos e Tashi com suas elegantes poses de tênis. As estrelas do show.

Brilhantes era o que elas eram.

Olivia balançava os quadris para a esquerda e para a direita fazendo um movimento estranho que ela gostava de chamar de “o passo sexy”, tentando igualar a facilidade de sua melhor amiga em ficar linda na pista de dança. Apenas algumas pessoas poderiam parecer gostosas e suadas por se movimentarem no que achavam que é dançar. Tashi era uma dessas pessoas. Tanto que não era surpresa que ela chamasse atenção.

"Esses dois estão te comendo com o olhar desde que você chegou aqui", Olivia riu no ouvido da amiga, já embriagada com as bebidas. Confortavelmente, Miller deixou a garota na frente dela puxá-la para perto, dançando ao ritmo. "Danadinhos."

“Eles estão nos comendo com os olhos, cara de merda.” Tashi beliscou a cintura dela, sorrindo maliciosamente. “Um para cada uma de nós.”

E ali nas mesas estavam eles. Dois garotos perfeitamente legais, que Olivia Miller nem sonharia em imaginar jogando tênis de uma forma tão bruta e desagradável. Os tipos de características que você não imagina cobertas de suor. Um moreno e um loiro. Um alto e um baixo. Um parecia inteligente, o outro parecia bobinho. Olhando bem, Olivia sabia exatamente quem eles eram.

“Art Donaldson e Patrick Zweig, sério?” Um tom de zombaria pôde ser ouvido da boca da garota. O sorriso malicioso de Tashi só aumentou.

“Fogo e Gelo em carne e osso,” ela quase parecia ansiosa. Como se Art Donaldson e Patrick Zweig pudessem ser capazes de mudar o rumo daquela noite inteira para ela, como se ela estivesse esperando para experimentá-los. Foi a vez de Olivia sorrir.

“E justamente quando pensei que iríamos compartilhar,” ela brincou, balançando os braços em volta do pescoço de Duncan. Foi uma brincadeira, claro. Uma inofensiva, na melhor das hipóteses. Mas a maneira como Tashi Duncan arqueou uma sobrancelha e a girou enviou um frio na barriga, isso não poderia significar nada de bom. Isso significava que Tashi teve uma ideia. As ideias de Tashi sempre foram perigosas quando se tratavam disso.

“Ainda podemos.” A tenista deu um passo mais perto, olhando milimetricamente para os garotos que as fodiam com os olhos. Era quase imperceptível por causa do jeito que elas estavam tão próximos que o cabelo escuro de Olivia bloqueava a visão de Art ou Patrick do que estava acontecendo ali. Ou mesmo o que foi dito lá.

Se eles soubessem.

“Ok, hora de tirar você do álcool,” Olivia deu um tapinha de leve na bochecha de Tashi duas vezes como uma piada enquanto sorria elegantemente. Elas estavam próximas o suficiente para que a jovem pudesse sentir o hálito alcoólico de sua melhor amiga. “Sério, Tash! Está mexendo com sua cabeça. Fala sério, quatro?"

“Não me diga que você não aguenta.” Tashi respondeu.

Uma risada escapou dela, tão brilhante e encantadora que chamou a atenção de algumas pessoas ao seu redor. Brevemente, Olivia Miller abraçou a cintura da amiga, dando um beijo molhado em sua bochecha.

Parte dela sabia que ela só tomou tal atitude porque estava sendo observada, algo nas palavras de Tashi estava fazendo sua cabeça girar. Tirando seu julgamento normal. Isso e o fato de que eram Art Donaldson e Patrick Zweig quem os observava. Provavelmente os caras mais gostosos do clube de campo.

“Tudo bem, gatinha, vou pegar um pouco de água para você e então poderemos resolver seu problema. Tá? Se acalma aí, falou?" Foi a última coisa que Olivia lhe disse antes de Tashi Duncan simplesmente desaparecer diante de seus olhos.

Coincidentemente junto com Art e Patrick.

Areia não era muito seu forte. Na verdade, andar de salto alto na areia não era seu forte. Mas Olivia Miller marchava como se sua vida dependesse disso no momento em que avistou Tashi sentada em uma das rochas perto do mar.

Primeiramente com raiva. Até que ela notou os dois meninos que estavam sentados à sua frente nas cadeiras de praia, a dupla infame. Fogo e gelo. Tashi estava conversando com eles sobre tênis quando a jovem decidiu intervir com suas reclamações sobre como era desconfortável andar na areia da praia.

Naturalmente, os olhos se voltaram para a rica Olivia Miller em seu vestido tubinho branco com mangas compridas e esvoaçantes. Quase parecendo um anjo. Quase. Se não fosse pela boca pintada de vermelho.

Tashi sorriu, um daqueles sorrisos que ela reservava apenas para Olivia.

“Você perdeu as fotos”, disse ela, estendendo a mão para ajudar a amiga a se sentar na pedra. Dividindo o espaço com ela, porque era assim que elas eram. Não existia espaço pessoal quando se tratava de Tashi Duncan e Olivia Miller. As duas vinham como um combo. “Meninos, esta é Olivia Miller, mas suponho que vocês já saibam disso.”

Um pouco confusa, Olivia virou-se para os dois garotos sentados ali com seus cigarros e bebidas. Estranhamente, ela se sentiu pequena e envergonhada sob tantos olhares. Havia algo quase como uma reverência nos olhos de Art Donaldson quando ela se acomodou ao lado de Tashi, um breve sorriso nos lábios enquanto ele acenava com a cabeça em direção a ela em saudação. Patrick Zweig, por outro lado, olhou para ela como se ela fosse uma sobremesa que ele não comia há muito tempo. Seus olhos brilharam olhando para sua pele cremosa e físico tonificado.

Como se ela fosse uma estátua que merecesse ser elogiada. Sua própria heroína pessoal do tênis.

"Sobre o que estamos conversando?" Miller perguntou, sua voz suave uma distração da tensão que pairava no ar da conversa.

“Tashi estava prestes a nos explicar o que o tênis deveria ser.” Pela primeira vez, a voz de Art enfeitou os ouvidos de Olivia Miller. Desta vez, não coexistiu com o tom alto e frustrado que ele soltou quando perdeu uma partida de tênis na quadra. Foi infinitamente mais calmo, mais sério e aconchegante.

Ela teria feito uma careta se estivesse sozinha, porque como era possível que a existência daquele homem a fizesse descrever uma voz masculina como aconchegante? Mas em vez de se concentrar na própria vergonha, ela gemeu de brincadeira. Revirando os olhos brevemente com a revelação de Donaldson.

"O que?" Perguntou Patrick, sorrindo entretido.

“Você não está dando a eles o sermão de ‘tênis é um relacionamento’, né?" Olivia choramingou, já entediada enquanto colocava a cabeça no ombro de Tashi.

“Cala a boca, você sabe que é”, confessou Tashi, havia algo definidor em sua voz. Como se ela não estivesse aberta a discussões, ainda assim permaneceu excepcionalmente dócil na frente dos meninos.

Certamente convenceu Patrick Zweig, o pobre rapaz... Ele mal conseguiu esconder a sua admiração ao ouvir a grandiosa Tashi Duncan ensinar-lhe rapidamente o que realmente era o tênis. Ensinar o que era tênis para um tenista. Exceto que Olivia entendeu brevemente o motivo de tudo isso, o excesso de confiança de Patrick transparecia em seus movimentos, mas não em sua compreensão do esporte.

Não como seu amigo ao lado dele.

“Foi isso que vocês e Anna Muller tiveram hoje?” Ele perguntou, brincando com seu cigarro. Curiosa, Olivia apoiou-se nas duas mãos observando as idas e vindas de Tashi com o cara Zweig. Assim como Art Donaldson estava fazendo o mesmo. Ocasionalmente, roubando alguns olhares para ela.

“Foi, na verdade. Durante cerca de quinze segundos em que estávamos jogando tênis, nós nos entendemos completamente, assim como todos que estavam assistindo. Era como se estivéssemos apaixonadas”, disse Duncan, batendo o ombro dela no da filha.

Balançando a cabeça, Olivia revirou os olhos de brincadeira mais uma vez, mas concordou. Isso? Essa era sua área, não havia nada no mundo que Tashi Duncan entendesse e amasse mais do que tênis. Mais do que qualquer profissional.

Isso fez Olivia sentir tremores na espinha, a alegria de ver sua amiga entusiasmada com o que ela amava. Foi contagioso.

“Ou como se não existíssemos”, terminou Miller para a amiga.

“Sim,” ela riu, inclinando a cabeça para o lado. Satisfeita consigo mesma. “Fomos a algum lugar… lindo juntas.”

“Tão lindo quanto pode ser com a porra da Anna Muller”, brincou Olivia, algumas risadas puderam ser ouvidas do trio. Art olhou para eles por alguns minutos antes de falar, curioso sobre suas reações. Patrick ao lado dele, não conseguia identificar se a pergunta tinha sido bem-vinda ou não. Isso pareceu frustrá-lo.

“Você gritou”, disse ele, dando uma tragada no cigarro. “Nunca ouvi nada parecido antes.”

Olivia quase riu. Foi chocante, para dizer o mínimo, mas ver Tashi sorrindo e escondendo o rosto no ombro foi uma visão nova para ela. Era quase magnético. Art Donaldson foi capaz de extrair tanta emoção dela, considerando que era a Tashi que ela estava se referindo.

Foi surpreendente, ela não podia negar. Talvez esse garoto realmente soubesse do que estava falando, afinal ele não queria apenas transar com ela.

No entanto, Tashi não estava errada quando apontou o interesse deles nas duas. Pois os olhos claros de Art se voltaram para sua figura, o sorriso que acabara de desconcertar Duncan mirava direto no coração de Olivia Miller.

“Mas você não fez, você nunca faz. Por que?"

A pergunta a pegou desprevenida, assim como Tashi alguns segundos antes.

Afinal, qual foi o motivo?

Foi uma pergunta fácil. Não foi falta de motivação nas partidas, mas também nunca despertaram emoções tão viscerais de dentro. Ela gostava de vencer, obviamente. Ela também gostaria de ser profissional um dia.

Porém, por que ela não era tão crua quanto Tashi?

“Temos que ir”, Seu mundinho de percepções foi quebrado pela voz da amiga, pelo calor de sua mão na dela. Pelo canto do olho, Miller pôde identificar o olhar de segurança que Duncan lhe deu. Ela provavelmente ficou quieta por um tempo. “Nossos pais estão esperando.”

“Sim, hum… Nos vemos na escola, Art. Ouvi dizer que você entrou em Stanford.” Olivia tentou pelo menos se despedir para não parecer estranha. Mas foi difícil com a maneira como ela estava ajustando o vestido, pois ela estava envergonhada.

Os dois parceiros de tênis estavam prontos para partir quando a voz de Patrick soou estridente e incerta, esperando que eles realmente esperassem.

"Espere!" Ele disse, sentando-se muito rapidamente em sua cadeira. "Vocês tem Facebook?"

Se Olivia pudesse fechar os olhos e soltar uma risada dolorosa, ela o faria. Mas isso seria demais para o coração já acelerado de Patrick. Em vez disso, ela escolheu sorrir, tendo que virar a cabeça para o lado para esconder a leve risada que lhe escapou. Rapidamente, a garota Miller viu o sorriso preguiçoso nas feições de Art tomando forma.

“Ele está pedindo o número de vocês e eu também.” Aquele merdinha presunçoso, Art Donaldson, inclinou a cabeça loira para o lado enquanto olhava para os dois de cima a baixo.

“Vocês dois querem nossos números?” Tashi perguntou, fingindo bajulação. Olivia cruzou os braços, isso estava ficando interessante.

“Muito, sim.”

“Vocês dois querem nossos números?” Olivia provocou, erguendo a sobrancelha em convicção. De repente, estar diante do mar não despertava mais o frio dentro dela. Pelo contrário. O tecido leve do vestido branco que ela usava aqueceu sua pele como um micro-ondas.

“Somos dois caras, vocês são duas garotas”, Patrick sorriu, aquele sorriso libertino.

"E daí? Você tentará nós duas para ver qual de nós encaixa melhor?" A insinuação da frase foi clara o suficiente para fazer crescer o sorriso canalha no rosto de Patrick, assim como o de Art.

Tashi Duncan pendurou um dos braços no pescoço da amiga, sorrindo também. Eles pareceriam maníacos para quem olhasse de fora, mas a compreensão era suficiente para permanecer ali.

“Bem, não somos destruidoras de lares”, ela brincou. Como se elas também não tivessem compartilhado um monte de caras antes. Olivia mordeu o lábio contendo o sorriso.

"Está tudo bem, não moramos juntos."

“É um relacionamento aberto.”

“Venha passar um tempo conosco mais tarde, estamos hospedados em um hotel próximo”, disse Patrick, com a boca cheia de fumaça. Seus modos sujos eram um pouco cativantes para Olivia, como é que um homem assim era tão bonito? Estava além dela.

“Quer que a gente coloque vocês na cama?” Ela não perdeu a oportunidade ali, abraçando a cintura de Tashi.

“Ou podemos continuar conversando”, sugeriu ele, olhando para as outras três pessoas ali. Parecia tentador, Olivia não era mentirosa. Um quarto de hotel com Art Donaldson, Patrick Zweig e sua melhor amiga. Parecia a porra de um sonho. “Sobre tênis.”

"Boa noite!" Foi tudo o que Tashi disse antes de afastá-la dos meninos, rindo das tentativas fracassadas de Patrick de fazê-las ficar.

"Foi um prazer te conhecer!" A garota gritou, acenando de volta para eles. Olivia estava tropeçando um pouco devido aos saltos arenosos, mas a proximidade do contato permitiu que ela visse o rosto de sua melhor amiga.

E nele ela viu algo que pensou que nunca veria enquanto eles se afastavam.

Desejo.

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Omg PLEASE tell me you weren’t kidding about the Art x reader fic

hello hello i actually wasn’t !

there is something cooking on the stovetop but i actually first want to rerelease a tashi fic i had on my old account (stream of green truthers you know who you are) and i have a part two to THAT that i’m working on but i also say that loosely so. who’s to say

but yeah there exists a user pparacxosm art donaldson x reader fic floating around in the ether and i’m pretty sure you will see it some time soon :)

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People I follow have already talked about this but I wanted to bring some attention to it as well. A user on here is judging people/shaming people for writing or liking puppy!art fics.

They’re basically trying to imply that people writing puppy!art are talking about him as an actual dog when that is NOT the case. When people write about puppy!art they are either referring to his submissive nature + just calling him puppy and/or are talking about puppy play, which is a kink but NOT related to actual Beastiality.

They also used to write stuff about actual sch**l sh**ters (meaning real people fanfiction) which is so fucking weird. They changed their username and tried to hide it but in their search you can still find it (see @artdcnaldson post). It’s weird that they used to write stuff like that but draw the line at Puppy!Art Donaldson. They might be attention seeking or rage baiting, but either way they should really stop.

They’re clogging up the Art Donaldson x reader tag with their hate (that’s how I found them in the first place) and in doing that it could make people who were just looking for Art fanfic feel guilty about what they like.

They also said something about writing about “real men” and “how would they feel?” No one writing Puppy!Art or any Art Donaldson things is writing them about Mike Faist, it is about the fictional character Art Donaldson. Same with anything about Patrick Zweig. Art and Patrick (and Tashi for that matter) are going to read these writings, and I bet that the actors aren’t just going to come onto tumblr and start reading fanfiction about their characters, especially not smut.

But she does have some posts about the actors that I’m sure they wouldn’t be comfortable with if they saw them.

I will not judge these posts because I have similar ones on my account, but she can’t be talking about the actors being uncomfortable with fanfic about their characters when she makes these posts. I doubt Mike or Josh would be comfortable seeing these posts if they stumbled upon them, so she’s being hypocritical when she judges others for Puppy!Art on the basis of the actors feelings.

Sorry for the rant but this made me very upset.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ patrick zweig

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i am drowning, there is no sign of land — Patrick's announcement hit you like a tennis ball to the gut. He had just gotten back from winning the junior US Open, but instead of celebrating together, he was ending things between you. The sharp sting of disappointment cut through your heart as you struggled to make sense of it all. This wasn't the end of your relationship, though.

you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand — You learned quickly that just because someone says they're leaving doesn't mean they actually go. Patrick's on his way to being the greatest washed up tennis prodigy you've ever known, but that doesn't mean he's unwilling to drag you down with him. The worst part about it all, is that despite your protests, you're really letting him derail your life willingly.

dirty money isn't that good — It's like winning the jackpot when Patrick is tasked with keeping an eye on you. But honestly? How dare he try to keep work and pleasure separate? Your ego can’t take the hit.

bots

a very merry match point — (gn!user) You first collided with Patrick Zweig at Mark Rebellato Tennis Academy, where you ruthlessly mocked his barbaric serve. Who would have guessed that you were actually flirting with your future boyfriend? Now, as grown-ups and with you as his coach, you haven't been able to return home much. So when the chance arises to spend Christmas with your family, you eagerly take it. However, seeing Patrick sprawled out in your childhood bed feels almost sacrilegious, but only almost.

baby let's run away — (1880soutlaw! x sheriffsdaughter!user) Patrick was a notorious outlaw, feared by all who knew his name. In search of a safe haven, he stumbled upon a peaceful farming town where he found acceptance and the possibility of love with the sheriff's daughter. But as their relationship grows, Patrick's past catches up with him and he must make a difficult decision to protect her from danger. On their last night together, he reveals his true identity and is shocked when she insists on joining him in his dangerous life on the run.

outrun myself — (pbr! x separated!wife!user) Your relationship with Patrick had always been tempestuous to say the least. High school sweethearts turned young newlyweds, you struggled to fit into the small-town life he adored. Patrick Zweig, rodeo king, was content with his world, but you yearned for more and left to chase your dreams, leaving your marriage behind. Some time later, a call about his hospital stay brought you back to town. Bracing for his family’s ire, you return to find him at your old ranch house, cooking in his boxers with a cast on his arm, and realize some ties are hard to sever.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ art donaldson

bots

uncrowned revelry — (f!tennisplayer!user) So you didn't win the French Open this year—oh well. The best perk of not being the guest of honor at this pretentious party is that no one bats an eye when you slip away with a bottle of Louis Roederer. Plus, with your boyfriend, Art Donaldson, as your plus-one, you're in for one hell of a night.

you're my tether — (gn!protennisplayer!user) According to Patrick, you made the wise choice of not wasting your talent on college tennis like Art, and it has paid off. Your name is climbing higher in the rankings than your friends from Mark Rebellato Tennis Academy can keep up with. But no one warned you about the isolation that comes with making a name for yourself. So when Art invites you to spend your weekend break in his dorm room, it doesn't take much persuasion to get you to agree.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ blurbs

vamp!pat x willing!art

orpheus!art x eurydice!reader

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