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public-slaughterhouse · 25 days

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vigilance

Patrick Zweig x M. Reader

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"cameronday1010 asked:

ok it could be dumb but I had an idea of PATRICK ZWEIG x male photographer reader.Patrick just keeps messing up his photos so his eyes and camera are just on him"

thank you for the request @cameronday1010 😼 i realize it might be a tiny bit different than the og. request but i hope you like it!! short and sweet lol

There were a few different people going up against each other, but the memory of your camera seemed to be mostly occupied by one player particularly, Patrick Zweig. Whether he was sitting down or running across the court, or eating a banana, you had a picture of it. Not to mention the instances where took off his sweaty sleeveless shirt and leaned back in his chair between sets, left in that stupid checkered pair of shorts that you couldn't help but think looked like something you'd wear to sleep... it didn't change the fact that you couldn't take your eyes off his thighs with the way it rode up with legs wide apart. Even better with the zoom your camera had.

Yeah, you had taken way too many pictures of this guy, even you knew that. You couldn't even excuse it as enthusiasm for the sport, you didn't know shit about tennis. You were just here to take some pictures, and that you did. In abundance. For a bit of money.

You were back at the small lounge in the registration area, looking through the photos, hunched over at one of the tables when Patrick entered, too deep in your staring-at-pictures to notice.

An amused smirk took over Patrick's face as he spotted you. Your camera didn't escape his notice throughout the sets, seeing as whenever his eyes strayed to comb through the audience, it was looking right back at him. You also seemed rrreally focused on those pictures. So much so that he easily walked up behind you, hands in his shorts' pockets as he watched as you pressed the arrow button on your laptop over and over again. There was no shortage of photos of Patrick looking right back at the camera too, clearly. It amused him to no end.

"Good eyes out there man. Definitely got my best angles... like, all of them." he said as he stood behind you with a smile on his face, which only widened when he saw your shoulders jump the slightest bit at noticing him.

Unable to help tensing up, you purse your mouth before your shoulders lower again, slowly turning around in your seat to see the tennis player stare you down with a self-satisfied grin.

"A-ah... well, 's my job, you know how it is..."

"Oh, I definitely do." he nodded as he looked back at the photo you stopped at. It was another one of him, looking right back at you as he sat shirtless with his bottle in his mouth.

"Are those gonna be in the news too?"

"Uh, I mean... n-no, but... who knows what the reporters want, right? I gotta have a bit of variety..."

"Riiight, right, I get it..." he nodded.

With how lame his stay here promised to be at the start of the day, this was a way more entertaining use of his time, and an opportunity even if he played his cards right. Plus, you seemed pretty fun so far, it might be even something more.

"You're gonna be here for the rest of the matches too, right?"

"...Yeah, of course, Donaldson is gonna be here too, that's like the only reason everyone's here." That was one name even you knew.

Ouch.

"Yeah, right..."

"-Shit, sorry, I didn't mean it like that! It was uh, just, unexpected is all..."

He waved it off, smile back on his face again as quick as it went away.

"Hey, don't sweat it, I get that... that's gonna be uh, fun, for sure."

His eyes went up and down over you as you sat, just like yours did throughout the event, and you could feel yourself getting a bit hot under the collar. He must've just left the locker room after a shower, but you could still sense the slightest trace of sweat on him. You barely just met the guy and you were already on the brink of making a fool of yourself.

And Patrick absolutely reveled in it, he was no fool. This was fun.

"...So-"

"You wanna come back to my place?" you blurted out, snapping your laptop shut.

"Yes, absolutely."

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johnnys-breastmilk · 15 days

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llimoncelo · 9 days

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lessons in tennis

art donaldson x male reader

summary: incredibly short wip. reader takes care of art after a small injury. some fluff, suggestive content.

he/him/his pronouns used for reader.

MDNI!

"you won't even pick up a fucking ball? don't be a pussy, y/n"

tashi didn't do as much as bother taking her eyes off of the yellow sphere she tossed between her unbelievably coordinated hands. y/n was forced to keep up his front - a sly smile showing his amusement - in a response to the sharp wit of her voice.

"i'm not a pussy", he retorted as quick as she insulted, peering over his sunglasses to find some sort of acknowledgement, "and i'm not a tennis player either".

he might've considered himself one in the past; he wasn't half bad on his amateur high school team. but he couldn't say the same after a few years worth of rust building up on his racket and the weight of tashi's unbelievably steep standards planted firmly on his chest.

the heat beat down the expanse of the nearly empty court, the smell of sunscreen and sweat overwhelming their senses. agonizing moments of silence had y/n on his feet, something between a sigh and a groan evident on his lips.

"i promise you wouldn't even want to play with me. i'm no fun", he murmured alongside the wind's whistle.

once behind her, his hand pressed against tashi's sun warmed skin. his fingertips dragged from her shoulder till he could press his palm to the small of her back. he always gave whatever he could offer when it came to keeping her down to earth.

their relationship fit perfectly, nearly symbiotic. y/n saw himself as an outlet, someone tashi could turn to outside of her tennis bubble. he craved the opportunity to soften out her rigid edges into something less demanding, less tashi. but she saw him as a student, someone she could drag from stanford bubble into her own, meticulously constructed world. neither got what they wanted, but the edge of hope kept them bound together all semester long.

"maybe a match would make you less of a drag."

"tash, you've got to learn how to take no for an answer. maybe even when to give up."

a pause, tashi's eyebrows knitting together, y/n retracting to keep his hands to himself.

"you've got no idea what you're talking about" she'd finally breathe, still argumentative despite her subtle surrender towards their innocent battle.

this was nothing new. both tugged until they got some sort of compromise and then they'd go on their way. both too set in their ways to admit they just enjoyed the other's presence - whether they had a racket or not.

"where's your boy?" y/n spoke as he gathered the soft tennis balls, aiding in loading up her bag to give her some sort of a break.

"my room, probably. he told me he'd meet me today but he's not always the most reliable, is he?"

"can't say he is. and your boy's boy?", his voice barely holding an ounce of humor.

y/n mentioned art far too much to consider him a friend of a friend. he put too much energy into memorizing his details, his touches lingered for longer than needed, and his eyes strayed towards the blond too often. anyone with half a mind knew they were closer than they might have let on.

"you've got it bad, l/n" tashi managed through a quick laugh, her grin pulling whatever embarrassment y/n had left in his chest.

"shut up. just tell him i say hey or something. i don't care".

tashi reached to tug the bag off of his shoulder. her usual domineering spirit never allowed for the slightest help y/n never ceased to offer.

"you know you care and you know he follows us around like a lost puppy. stick around for a bit and we'll run into him".

y/n, of course, knew she was right, and was more than grateful that the statement sounded conveniently similar to an offer.

the three sat comfortably in tashi's sweetly decorated room for no longer than an hour before art arrived. the couple settled comfortably close together on her bed, and y/n had his shoulder pressed into the doorframe with his arms crossed over his cotton covered chest.

conversations with patrick around made tashi and y/n's duo less tense, to say the least. patrick shared a similar sense of humor and stubbornness that helped break down tashi's walls, both competing for her laughter and admiration. art's sensibility and soft demeanor grounded them even further, bringing something much more natural to the atmosphere.

tashi's constants in her schedule always revolved around her playing. after her classes she'd let y/n tag along and watch her solo practices, and later in the evening she'd meet up with her counterparts. y/n never thought she really needed that much rehearsal - maybe just an outlet. days like this, more relaxed and laid back, never came often. y/n savored the moments he could let his guard down and sink into the comfort of her room.

"i pulled something", art grunted out the moment he reached the already populated room.

barely sparing any of the company a glance, he made his way through the crowded doorway before he could settle into his spot on the floor. with one leg kicked out, he winced weakly as he attempted a small stretch. breaking through the silence that had settled upon his arrival, a tense silence of concern and confusion, he spoke up again.

"i can't get to practice now. it hurts", he whined.

tashi, of course, was the first to speak her mind, "great, we've got two damn pussies in my room".

her playful - but no less intimidating - glare burned holes into y/n, making it evident who she was referring to.

"tash, he's hurt. lay off of him", he quickly defended out of pity for the man.

"that pain might've put some more passion into your game, art", patrick spoke absentmindedly.

y/n moved from his space in the doorway towards art's pained figure on the floor. for a moment he'd forget the other two were even there.

"how bad is it?" he spoke gently, watching art's eyes closely for any sense of hurt or discomfort.

y/n sat perpendicular to the other, folding his legs neatly over the other to allow him as much space as possible. art stared patiently, quiet with confusion.

"not awful - it's okay. sore", he practically sputtered out, reaching forward to press his knuckles into the knot that had seemed to form in his calf.

"yeah? i'm sure some pain killers and rest will take care of it. try not to worry too much", y/n reassured him in the most soothing tone he could muster.

with little hesitation, y/n guided art's stretched out leg into his lap, skillfully pressing his fingers against his muscle. a shiver struck the blond's spine in place of a wince, but the way his expression contorted gave his shock away despite that.

"did that hurt? i didn't mean to, art, i'm-"

"no! no, it's fine. that helps. that's nice", he interrupted, swallowing hard.

this went on for a few moments. art's head tilted to the side as he watched the other rub whatever stress and sting had manifested its way under his skin with big eyes. y/n's eyes stayed glued to his own fingers, keeping his free hand busy by settling it past his calf and onto his knee to keep him steady.

patrick barked out a laugh, shattering the comfort that had settled around the two. both pairs of eyes shot towards him, glued onto the look of absolute amusement and bewilderment in both his and tashi's expressions.

"jesus, we'll leave you two the room. we've got practice anyways", arrogance radiating off of his tongue.

tashi's much more gentle approach didn't bring any less humiliation - art's face burnt a red he didn't know he could reach.

"you enjoy your time" she teased, her slender finger pointing in an accusatory manner at the two, "and we'll sure enjoy ours".

"shut the fuck up, i'm literally just-"

y/n was used to being interrupted by patrick, both sharing their glares and their need to speak over the other.

"you're a glance away from tearing off his shorts. i know that look, i've worn that look", he always spoke with all the dramatics in the room, his hands clutched to his chest as he brought up his own feelings towards the group.

y/n bit the inside of his cheek as he watched the two rush out of the now vacant room. art, on the other hand, rubbed his face in his hands.

"there's something seriously wrong with them, really", he laughed awkwardly, glancing back up towards y/n with a bashful expression.

"i don't know, they're not so bad".

once the air settled around them again, y/n resumed the soft motions over his skin. art wasn't used to such intentional care. everything seemed to pause around them after the door clicked closed - the air was still outside of their breathing and the world had gone quiet past the windows.

"for the time being we can keep your shorts on and do what we can to help your leg", y/n spoke with a teasing grin.

for the sheer discomposure that art had painted over his face, he couldn't keep himself from staring right at y/n. glancing back and forth from his warm hards to the subtle changes in expression he had. y/n's gaze, on the other hand, didn't once waver from their sight of art's face.

"it's not like we'd even do anything in her room-"

"we could", y/n interrupted too quickly to be following along with his bit.

he paused quickly, blinking up towards art to register whatever reaction he'd had. both laughed after they had a second to process the implications of y/n coming on so strong. but art didn't seem to have any outwards opposition, nothing that could take down y/n's ego.

"i mean. there's no harm in something happening, right? you can keep your shorts on", he reiterated quickly, "just something to take your mind off of this".

art was far too shy to play along with anything he was saying, but he didn't once cut him off. his head was still tilted to the side, eyes wide and curious as he listened intently.

"like what?"

y/n didn't think as he offered a reassuring smile, moving in closer to the blond. finally releasing his knee, his hand reached up to settle on his jaw, holding him in place. nothing could be heard outside of the way art's breathing picked up, lips parted just enough for y/n to feel the way his breath fanned over his face.

"tell me i can kiss you".

"yeah- yeah. you can kiss me," art spoke offered just as quickly as y/n requested, a nervous laugh filling the space between them.

both of their minds clouded over by the time y/n closed the gap and slotted their lips together. he was always so tender when it came to art, maybe too much so. but art never complained about being treated like he was delicate, always caving this willingly.

with a hand on the back of art's neck, he kept him steady in an attempt to push himself impossibly closer. his free hand moved from his calf and just past his knee, fingertips pressing into the soft skin on his thigh.

art's hands latched onto whatever they could - moving from y/n wrist to his biceps to his shoulders. never staying long and leaving marks every crevice they managed to reach.

y/n had seen him play enough to know how sweet his whines could be. every time he pulled away for a moment to breathe, the loss of contact left art audibly asking for more, his eyes searching for y/n's return. he kept going for longer than he realistically should have.

"y/n", he whispered once the lack of air finally got to the both of them, pulling not even an inch away to catch their breath.

"yeah?"

art couldn't come up with a response or excuse to letting his name slip past his lips, just shaking his head in dismissal as he looked up at him. his back was pressed against the cool wall now, slouching while y/n looked down at him. his knee shifted between art's legs, careful not to put his pained leg under any more stress.

"you know, you kiss as well as you play".

y/n's words left art with a puzzled look over his face, too dazed to decipher whether he was being insulted or complimented. as his back continued to slide down the wall, to the point of laying back on tashi's carpeted floors, he licked his lips - damp with anticipation and want.

y/n's fingers finally reached the hem of his shorts. every move he made was too slow, too cocky. he knew what art needed and he knew how far they could go while settled into the floor of their friend's room. dipping down again, art's hair brushing against his face once they were finally in the proximity they longed for, y/n whispered,

"let's work on that".

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public-slaughterhouse · 6 days

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another request 🙏please go easy on me if it happens to be cringe, this is the first spicy thing i've ever written but i tried 💔

18+ | patrick zweig x male reader | 1893 words | if you liked it enough pls reblog 🥲 it motivates me greatly

PS i love all three of them. do not separate. this is just a patrick centric one shot <3

You sat down on the carpeted floor in front the two, eyeing them with an amused grin. Nothing happened yet but surely, good company paired with alcohol promised to be a good time.

Both Patrick and Art donned the same smile, and it was a pleasant surprise how easily you got along, plus you were sure the 6-pack you brought in addition helped a bit.

"So... Fire and Ice... isn't that a bit cheesy?" you asked, finishing the second can of beer you had while they sipped along in tandem. Patrick let out an amused little snort, Art grinning and shrugging at the question as if the answer was obvious. Biting your lip, you looked from one to the other, just taking in the atmosphere that was both arousing and just that sort of lazy, relaxed kind of air. The kind that naturally occurred when you started drinking with two other hot tennis players who just happened to be dudes. Even in your half-hazy state though it didn't escape how Patrick eyed you up and down occasionally, more so than Art.

"Well, in our defense, we didn't come up with that, it just... happened one time, and then it started circulating and just kinda stuck." Nodding in understanding, you set the empty can aside, you leaned on your knees forward, looking between the two boys with a dopey grin, who more or less looked the same.

"What?"

"Truth or dare."

Art rolled his eyes.

"C'mon..."

"Come ooonnn this is like the truth or dare situation. There's no better time for this." you pleaded. You would've asked what you wanted to anyway, but this was more fun, and a hazy summer night like this basically begged for it.

"Yeah, come on Ice." Patrick joined you leaning closer to him before sitting back with a satisfied smile on his face. Nodding as if that's all you needed to hear, you didn't waste any time asking the question that had been plaguing your mind since the match they played previously that day, seeing how they celebrated after Patrick hit the winner.

"So... have you two ever, y'know... together...?"

"I don't think that's how you play truth or dare..."

"A-ha, you're totally deflecting dude, I knew it!" you pointed at Art who leaned his head back, looking up at the ceiling, exasperatedly shaking his head, strawberry blonde curls bouncing with the movement. You looked at Patrick for help, hoping he'd be more willing to share, which honestly you had no real doubts about. In fact, he looked like he was dying to tell you. You were feeling good, really good, this was fun.

"....Well--"

"PATrick, no."

Art was hiding his face in his shirt now, and that small gesture was so adorably shy of him it was almost unbearable. God, they both were. They really were fire and ice, but now you saw that in a completely new light. Patrick was all showing off and completely unashamed, while Art was somewhat held back, you noticed. They're both really fun though.

"Patrick yes?" you pleaded, goading him further, fully lowering down onto the floor comfortably on your stomach. His mouth pursed, but his smile never left his face, especially now seeing you in that position. He subtly tried to shift his legs in a way that could make his half-mast dick less apparent (emphasis on tried). He wondered if you just changed position to do the same. Now half-laying on the carpeted floor, you were situated next to Patrick's stretched-out legs, and Art on your other side peeking out from his shirt, shaking his head at the other.

"Don't leave a bro hanging like that, dude..." You looked at Art with the dopiest smile ever, and he knew he couldn't stop this, it was clear by the heavy sigh that left him. Despite the situation, he still felt relaxed with you here, aside from how you teamed up on him with Patrick. The beer almost made him forget that they invited Tashi too and he wondered if she was still going to show up.

"Oh my god dude, Patrick's gonna tell you anyway..." he mumbled out before a sudden ring made all three heads perk up.

"Your phone's ringing."

"I can hear it dickhead,"

Looking between the two of them, you watched with a snort as Art scrambled to find his phone with the elegance of a sloth on Adderall. Looking at the caller ID with a roll of his eyes, he begrudgingly went for the door, and you made a mock-displeased face at him, thinking he could walk out like that and not see his expression during Patrick's storytime.

"Ugh, I gotta go and take this..."

"Pfft, nice excuse Art..."

He took his leave, but not without flipping the both of you off for good measure.

Immediately, at the same time, you looked at Patrick, and Patrick at you almost conspiratorially, and yet you weren't even sure why, it was just first instinct. You couldn't deny, the first thought in your brain at the invitation to their hotel room was nothing less than obscene. They were both so fucking hot. Ascending to sit on the pushed-together beds, casual as ever you observed the room a bit more keenly before your eyes were back on him again. The message behind your movements didn't escape him.

"So... 'm still dying to know how it went."

Setting down the mostly empty can on the cluttered drawer behind him, Patrick rose up, not bothering to hide the tent in his pants anymore.

It only took half a moment for Patrick to straddle you, pushing you back down as you let out an amused huff at his eagerness before it turned into a strangled moan. Your clothed dick rubbed against his, another moan from Patrick following yours.

"I got other things on my mind right now, maybe later..." he gave that same cheeky grin that was present on his face most of the time.

"I wanted to do this the moment I saw you play..." The mention of that made you buck your hips into his instinctively, imagining just how Art and Patrick observed you with calculating eyes as you played the day before. You wish you could've seen that. You could see the smugness ooze from his expression, pleased with your reaction. You didn't let him get a word out though, pulling him down suddenly over by his shirt and he quickly got the message, all the while never ceasing the movement of his hips.

Your senses were quickly taken over by his smell, and you hated how much that turned you on even more, wanting to feel more of him, physically and in every other way. Not how you expected to find this out about yourself, but you quickly shoved that thought in the back of your brain as Patrick bit down on your lip, resulting in another throaty moan out of you.

You returned the sentiment enthusiastically, grabbing at the sleeves of his shirt and tugging it down carelessly, Patrick having the same idea. He didn't stop the assault on your senses, sliding his hands up your torso before he got rid of your shirt too.

"Fuck me..." Patrick growled out at the sight, and you couldn't help but grin, arching your back off the bed as if taunting him for a moment.

"No, you-"

"Shut up..." with that, he was back on you, palms stroking up and down your pectorals. It was hot, messy and sweaty as he kissed you, the only thing you could do was snake your fingers through his curls as his nose bumped into yours, and teeth clashed in the process. You didn't know kissing could turn you on this much, seeing as you could feel yourself close to cumming inside your underwear embarrassingly soon.

"'M gonna cum dude--mmph--"

"Good," he mumbled out against your mouth, reaching down to unbutton his shorts, before pulling down yours just the same. You groaned out into his mouth at feeling his hand wrap around the both of you, eyes rolling back into your head, which didn't escape Patrick's notice, letting out an amused chuckle at your blissed-out expression.

"Anyone else ever jerk you off, huh...?"

"Mm... n-no... fuck..."

You could imagine his hands were just as calloused as yours from the way you held a racket, and you were correct, and yet it still felt so different from your own hand as he slowly began stroking the both of you at the same time, your cock twitching against his as your mixed pre coated your flesh.

"I can only guess you got that treatment though..." you huffed out as Patrick moved down to your jaw now, licking and biting messily, letting you take a breather, and you could feel him grin into your neck in response, which was enough of an answer for you. He squeezed his hand occupied with your dick against his, not far behind you as he slightly sped up, the movement becoming frenzied and in turn making you raise your hips further up against his.

"Fuck, 'm close, 'm close..."

"Mm, me too..." This time, his voice was almost a whine as his forehead lay on your collarbone, and it was weirdly endearing. You couldn't help but brush your fingers through his hair again affectionately, unable to hold any moans back now.

Just as you thought that you could possibly hold on for a moment longer, Patrick's thumb began swiping at the tip of your cock, and as if in an instant you were thoroughly overstimulated out of nowhere, which is what exactly Patrick imagined would happen.

"That feel good, hmph...?"

That easy smile never left his face, watching your expression only helping him further as he kept stroking, looking down, and seeing your cum coat the flat of your belly. It was fucking dirty and he loved it. If he didn't know better he would've thought you passed out by the way you laid so limp under him, aside from the few twitches in his hand. He bit down on your neck to see if it would bring out another reaction from you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." you felt his teeth against your pulse point, mouthing little praises and growls into your skin before he tensed up against you, his grip tightening as he released all over your abdomen with a strangled groan, collapsing down on you with a deep sigh. You were both feeling sticky with sweat and cum, more so as Patrick laid over you tiredly, gently petting the back of his head again as you both caught your breath, feeling his now limp length against yours sending a shiver down your spine, slowly processing what just happened.

"Fuck... you do that often...?" you mumbled out after a few moments of quiet panting.

"What, y'mean with Art...?" he replied with a question of his own, smiling lazily, just barely turning to look up at you. You couldn't help but snort out loud at the reply, letting that answer linger in the air, content to just lay there for a few more minutes in silence with the warmth of another body against yours. Until both of you heard the door creak open, completely missing the sound of footsteps leading up to the room.

"Hey, Tashi came-- nope, nope, fuck. Fucking Christ Patrick."

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