• me - nora . 18+ . she/her . i've written for other fandoms before so i'm no stranger to this kinda thing . i simply could not escape the challengers brainworm :)
• my blog - lots of artrick blurbs and short fics . mostly nsfw! (mdni) . asks are always open!
• faves - d/s . abo . bottom!art . mild feminization . omo . mild pet play . mild exibitionism . sick fics and hurt/comfort . lots of fluff . pretty much everything tbh so dont be scared to get freaky <3
• sure i'll write it - threesomes . x readers . bottom!patrick . artashi . patashi . throuple things . cucking . again mostly anything
• hard no's - dom!art (i just can't lol but power-bottom!art and sub-top!art are a-ok) . the usual illegal stuff . emeto . if you're not sure, just ask!
• this is a judgment-free zone! let's all just be nice to each other and read our gay fanfic in peace 💋✨️
I appreciate you checking in cuz i miss y'all too! it's been a rough couple months but i'm about to do some work on a draft i started a while ago, so hopefully i can brush off the anxiety for a few hours and get my creative spirit back.
thanks for your patienceee and i'm very happy you like my writing lol
line cook!art who lights his cigarette with the flames of the cooker before going out for his break and you think it's the hottest thing you've ever seen
line cook!art who always makes extra fries for you whenever it's on an order, sometimes you let him playfully feed you one
line cook!art who fucks you slow and tender, who loves nothing more than watching you slowly come undone on his cock
line cook!art who steals alcohol from the kitchen and the two of you share the bottle after a long shift
line cook!art who makes you a mean grilled cheese for breakfast when you wake up tangled in his sheets
line cook!art who deftly ties your hair up before you give him a blowjob, cracking jokes about 'health and safety'
line cook!art who after you sleep together, he always moves your tickets to the front of the line
line cook!art who has got a sleeper build and you only notice his arms when he's grabbing stuff from the back or leaning on the doorframe
line cook!art who doesn't eat anything on shift because he's 'only hungry for your pussy'
hi !!! i saw you tagged me in a tag game thing and i feel like it'd be weird to do it a second time (also thank you??? its so sweet of you to think of me) but anyway the story is literally just that i couldnt think of anything else. i was on call with a friend who thought id love tumblr and she like watched me make the account over facetime so i kinda panic made a name just to appease her. i love it now though its so silly
ooooohh okay! of course! thanks for taking the time to respond 🥰
that's such a fun story, it's nice that you have such supportive friends lol
silly names are always the best! i wish mine was more fun and creative sometimes, but it's definitely true that no matter what it is, it'll grow on you the more you post.
i think we all like our names more now than we did at the start. i can't imagine your blog (or anyone else's for that matter) being called anything different!
Tag your moots and ask them where they got the idea for their tumblr accounts name!
For my name it was a nickname I was giving back in middleschool! One of our teacher had a system where we worked with 'wifi' eachtime we talked in class we lost a bar of the "wifi" (was a weird joke and we never held count on that) All the kids usually joked if they needed 'wifi' , they would borrow mine if they wanted to talk more. (I was incredibly shy in middle school, I only talked to like 3 people at school;^;)
They called me Ms. Wifi because of that. I just thought it would be funny if I put 'miss' instead of 'ms' because of my terrible actual wifi connection I have at home lol.
That's my story! Now moots, only if you guys want to, tell us your story.
Tags-> @slipping-lately @firequeenofficial @noagskryf @twinklstarrrr @halfbakedspuds @polterwasteist @rokushi-san @mygedagtes +anyone that sees this and wants to do this as well
prev reblogs here! thank u so much for tagging me @dira333 <3
my url's pretty simple!!! it's the "shou" from hinata shouyou + "yuu" from my name (which in chinese, means rain), and the added "s" for uh ?? spice-factor lmfao
but i like it bc it doubles as a sort of self-ship name for me and shouyou, it's only 1 letter off of his actual first name, and ALSO
shouyu in jpn also just means soysauce and the fact that my url in essence can also just mean "soysauce" in pural brings me way too much joy lmfaosidhf
no pressure tags!!! @sinstear @rabbbitseason @mangostarjam @nightcityaliens @hiraethwa @hiraethwrote @shehungers + whoever else wants to drop some url lore!!!!
night city aliens is literally just a song from cyberpunk 2077, night city being the place where the game is set. not sure if aliens actually exist in their universe because the devs haven’t confirmed anything lmao
it’s a very punk-y (shocker) / heavy metal song, and i usually play it in the car or blast it in my airpods when i don’t want to think
no pressure tags: @meganegatari @bowtiepasta @opt1mistic + yviola and anyone else who wants to join!!
ive explained this before but bc im very sane about my interests i will jump at another opportunity to do so EHEHE. so. my favorite anime/novel series is the monogatari series. for example the first entry is called bakemonogatari. it combines the words "bakemono" meaning monster, and "monogatari" meaning story/tale, to be monster story! "megane" in japanese means glasses 👓, or the archetype of the kinda ""smart glasses character"" ppl have described me as LMAO. so i made my user using the same formula, combining "megane" + "monogatari" to be the story of my life, aka glasses story LMAO. all my life ive worn big chunky glasses (bc im very blind and make it my whole personality.) but "meganemonogatari" would be too much of a mouthful so i shortened it <3 tadaaaa
join!! @ennabear @flowrmoth @vifilms @bloodstainedsapphic @edenspoem @witchyblade and anyone else who would like to!!!
changed mine recently, but my user now has a short and simple origin. i regard the garden of eden as a glinting paradise, but a troubled, corrupted one at that. and because i love to write poems or pieces about outwardly beautiful, but inwardly ruined things—and because it has a nice ring to it—i came up with edenspoem.
i'm usually SO bad at choosing usernames for my socials but i knew i wanted my tumblr user to be jinx centered (she's my fav arcane character) + for 'vex' i honestly just looked for alt users on tiktok lol.
no pressure tags: @cowgirlvi @blackdykegirlblogger @bunniehrtz @atomicami @caninecutiez @puptrefied @lucidfairies @dreamyraincloud (srry if y'all alr did this)
thanks for the tag, @vampirq & @jinxvex ♡♡ kisses for both of u
my username is puptrefied bc it sounds like putrefied obviously and, since i was a baby, people call me pupi so I mixed both !!
wanted it to be something that matched my current theme, had my name in it and wasn't so overdone ( my last username literally was already used, had to add letters lmao ) so I thought hell yeah :p
no pressure tags: @violetkittyy @thisrots @faiszt @topimpabunny
✏⠀⠀ּ⠀۪⠀๋⠀ thank u for the tag, @puptrefied ⠀love u !⠀♡ 💭
there’s nothing too innovative about my user :( “faist” is clearly ’cause of mike faist, i was already a fan of his when i created my acc on c.ai, so i added a “sz” ’cause it’s like a cute little heart. it’s not really creative, but i absolutely love this user with my whole heart.
oooh okay, thank you for the tag my love @faiszt !!
dulcescorderitas (my first user) comes from my love of sweets and little lambs; i just combined the two! it felt soft and sweet, which is exactly the vibe I wanted. and littlesoulshine came from my desire to bring a bright outlook to spn. i wanted my blog to add a little light to the fandom, to be a space that feels warm. and "soulshine" itself is a word that always stuck with me because it’s about a kind of inner warmth and kindness that shine through no matter what, that’s exactly the vibe i wanted my blog to be.
npt (and anyone who wants to do it!!!): @bluemerakis @gibson-g1rl @cherrygirlfriend @j2archives @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth @snowluvvie @losers-clvb @legalmente-loca @figthoughts @soldiersgirl @bejeweledinterludes @benscumgluzzer @arcannaa @haunteres @emeraldcrs @jays-bonnie-on-the-side @cowboysandcigarettes @fae-of-prey @chi-raz @valjy @honeyryewhiskey
i think it’s very obvious where i got my user from lol :)) gibson girl by ethel cain, one of my all time favourite songs, from an album that genuinely changed my outlook on life and art, and opened my eyes too so many things!
the preachers daughter album in itself is a masterpiece but gibson girl means so much to me so hence why it’s my user!
so, cyare (SHAH-ray) is the Mando'a word for beloved/loved (gender neutral, as is the entire language)
I have a running theme for my usernames on socials being Mando'a words, because pretty much no one recognizes the language and if they do it's such a fun moment!
and Fi is my nickname! shortened version of my real name (which is NOT Fiona and I'm tired of people thinking it is. pls don't call me Fiona I'm begging you all PLEASE)
thus, cyare-fi !!
also, my challengers sideblog is faistoconnors, which is probably obvious as to where I got it!
no pressure tags: @coolgrl111 @microsuedemouse @wormswurld @advantage-artrick
(I rlly hope people know this is my main PLS I am faistoconnors)
good to know this is your main! i'll definitely remember that lol
and as for my username, it's not super duper complicated or anything. i just feel like a big part of the whole challengers movie was trying to figure out who had the upper hand at any given point in the story. and since it was so hard to figure out most of the time, i decided to combine them into one and just say they both had certain advantages over each other, which is what made the whole thing so complicated.
also, it's just a reference from the ending scene when the lead kept going back and forth between art and patrick. that was like my favorite part of the film 😭🙃
so, yeah! that's about it. i don't have many mutuals yet so i don't really have anyone to tag who hasn't been already :(
perhaps @artstennisracket and @asheepinfrance would like to give it a shot if they haven't been tagged yet?
your artrick piss kink fic changed me. i beg of u to write more
your wish is my command! 😌💜
when it comes to artrick omo, there's never a need to beg lol. as soon as i see those words together, the entire plot of my next piss kink fic has already taken shape in my mind.
btw, the art in this one is not bedwetter!art. this is pantswetter!art, who is bedwetter!art's more pathetic doppelganger. not to be confused with normal art #4, who is simply fun to make piss himself (and will be featured frequently in future omo fics).
he wasn't. not by any means. despite what several dozen MRTA graduates may claim, he actually made it to the bathroom significantly more than he didn't.
so what if he'd pissed himself a few (eighteen) times? that didn't mean he had bladder issues! he just. . . got a little distracted every once in a while.
sometimes he just got so focused on practice or homework or video games that he didn't always feel the urge to go until it was too late.
so no, he wasn't incontinent. but by the end of his senior year, he had pissed himself five times on his bed, twice on patrick's, four times on the court in front of the entire team, three times in a hallway while trying to make it to the bathroom, once in the woods on a team-building hike, once at a party when he'd had too much to drink, once in a museum on his eighth grade field trip, and once on the bus on their way back from a tournament. . .
and that wasn't counting summers or his years before the academy.
so, whether the habit was medically justified or not, art had developed an unfortunate reputation for being a chronic pants-pisser by the end of his first year.
many kids were cruel to him in the beginning, but he didn't get made fun of for very long. partly because patrick would beat up anyone who so much as gave him a nasty look, but mostly because once they all started to see how kind and smart he was, and how devastated he got every time it happened, they just didn't have it in them to be jerks about it anymore.
in fact, there were many students who developed a soft spot for him purely because of his little issue.
of course art was grateful for this, but having random girls hug you while you're standing in a puddle of your own piss is hardly less humiliating than being pointed and laughed at.
now patrick, being art's best friend and sworn protector, tried to prevent these accidents whenever he realistically could.
there was no one in the entire galaxy who understood art better than patrick did, which is why patrick often figured out when art had to go pee even before he knew himself.
when he noticed the familiar tells, like art squeezing his legs together, shifting his weight back and forth between his feet, or even just fidgeting with his hands too much, patrick was quick to ask him if they could take a short bathroom break.
patrick would always pretend he was the one who had to go so art wouldn't be embarrassed, but when they stopped at the urinals and art took longer to empty his bladder than he did, patrick could see in his eyes that they both knew who the pit stop had really been for.
neither of them ever mentioned it, but patrick knew art was grateful even if he didn't say it out loud. plus, there was no denying that art's accident count would've been way higher had he ever stopped interfering, so they never felt the need to rethink their dynamic.
now, art was only two months away from graduation, and he was pretty confident that with patrick's assistance, he could keep the number of accidents he'd had at the academy below twenty.
patrick had been sure of this too, having not missed one of art's tells in years, but then something happened at practice that made him wonder if he really wanted art to reach his goal after all.
they were doing volley drills on a sunny afternoon in march. art and patrick were partners, as usual, and their coaches mostly left them alone to do their thing, wanting to focus more on the younger students.
they went back and forth between practicing for a few minutes and meeting by the net to talk about whatever girl patrick wanted to seduce at a party that weekend. everything was perfectly normal, or at least it was at first.
"do you think i should wear the green shirt or the blue one?" patrick asked, tossing art the ball so he could serve next.
"the blue one. it brings out your eyes," art responded easily, taking a step back so they could go again.
patrick just watched the ball go right past him with a smirk, making no move to hit it back. art rolled his eyes, coming back to the net to hear whatever he apparently still had to say.
"that was so gay, man," patrick laughed, grabbing the spare ball from his pocket.
"pat, this is the twenty-first century. you have to stop using gay as an insult," art lectured.
"it wasn't an insult," patrick defended, tossing art the ball again for a redo. "but you gotta admit, that was a pretty gay thing to say."
"whatever, i meant it," art huffed, but his annoyed look was ruined by how he shifted slightly onto one foot. . .
and then the other. . .
and then back. . .
patrick wasn't really sure why he didn't say something when he saw the signs. he'd told himself they would take a bathroom break in just a few minutes, but then a few minutes passed. . . and a few more. he saw art squeeze his thighs together after lunging to hit the ball.
he didn't say a single thing.
it wasn't like he wanted art to piss himself. that would've been crazy! what kind of friend would intentionally let art wet his pants in front of all their teammates and coaches?
it had just been so many months since it'd last happened, patrick could barely even remember what art looked like all red-faced and teary-eyed. plus, he had gotten so used to taking art to the bathroom, he wasn't even sure art still needed him to. so maybe he was just curious to see if it was even still a possibility or if he'd finally outgrown it.
on the next serve, art bit his lip, bouncing a little in place. by this point, patrick should've known art hadn't changed, but for some reason he still couldn't bring himself to mention it.
it was just so fascinating how his body seemed to know well before his mind did. how he felt every twinge and pulse in his bladder, but couldn't quite connect the dots as to what it was trying to say. not until he couldn't do anything about it, at least.
his subtle squirming was just so entrancing to watch, especially when they were playing. it almost felt like a show that was put on exclusively for patrick, him being the only one who could really see it.
"you okay, pat?" art asked, bringing him back to reality.
patrick blinked, realizing he'd been thinking so hard about art's shifting, he'd completely missed the last ball he had hit.
"yeah, sorry," he said casually, getting back into position.
and that was when he fully realized what was about to happen. he was about to watch art lose control, knowing he could've stopped it. the entire tennis team was about to see the poor kid cry into the puddle he'd made.
and it was going to be all patrick's fault. . .
god, what was he thinking?
just as he was about to turn around and rush them to the bathroom, he heard art let out a horrified gasp.
without even seeing it, patrick knew what'd happened.
when he looked, he saw art standing there frozen and tense, holding himself through his practice shorts with eyes full of desperation.
"pat," he whined as the first dribble escaped him, dampening his crotch as a single drop ran down his leg.
he'd managed to get it under control, but patrick knew that if he moved a muscle, he'd be done for. art knew it too, of course, but he couldn't bring himself to give up so easily in front of so many people.
"shit," patrick hissed, jumping over the net and rushing over to him.
he wasn't entirely sure how to help, but he didn't want to just stand there and watch art humiliate himself. . . well, maybe he did, but he definitely didn't want art to know that.
"aw shit," patrick groaned, standing in front of him to block as many curious eyes as possible. "i'm sorry, art, i didn't notice."
"i-it's okay," art replied shakily, biting his lip. "it's not like it's your job or something. . . pat, i can't move."
"i know, babe, it's okay," patrick reassured him, pulling him into a tight hug. "just stay here. you'll be fine, i promise, and i'm sure the coaches would rather clean a puddle than a trail."
art leaned into him gratefully, letting out a soft, embarrassed whimper. he was still holding on so hard, too stubborn to admit it was a lost cause.
patrick could feel people watching them, probably wondering why they were hugging for so long in the middle of practice. fortunately for them, they didn't have to wonder very long.
"it's okay. i got you, babe. just let go," patrick hummed, and then art was crying into his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt for dear life as the sound of water hitting the pavement filled the air around them.
patrick could feel it soaking his shorts and his shoes, the warmth making him feel things he had never felt before. he ran his fingers through art's curls soothingly, talking to him in a gentle voice to distract him from the people watching as art trembled and wet himself uncontrollably.
"that's it. doin' so good, artie," patrick whispered, holding art's head firmly against his shoulder.
art just sniffled, feeling stream after stream of hot piss run down his legs, wishing desperately he could stop it. his shorts were so wet it was like he'd been thrown in the academy pool, and when he shifted from one foot to the other, his socks squelched pitifully.
the court had grown uncomfortably silent, and the only audible sound besides the dripping on the ground beneath them was the whispers of their many onlookers.
"you don't have to see them," patrick murmured, pushing art's head back down when he tried to lift it. "i'll get you out of here, okay?"
"okay," art breathed, sniffling again.
"you finished?"
art nodded, rubbing more tears into patrick's shirt in the process.
patrick glanced down at the massive puddle they were standing in, wondering how they were gonna get out without tracking piss across the entire gym.
"zweig," one of their coaches interrupted, passing him a towel when he looked up.
distantly, he noticed the other adults in the room encouraging the rest of the players to get back to work.
"get him cleaned up," the coach said awkwardly, doing his best to stay outside the lines of the spreading puddle. "you boys take the afternoon off."
"thanks, coach," patrick mumbled, rubbing art's back when he noticed him shaking harder.
"sure, kid. . . you're a good friend, patrick," he said, nodding. "take care, art."
when he walked away to give them more privacy, patrick carefully extracted himself from the hug, shushing art when he whined in protest.
"we can put our shoes and socks in the towel when i'm done, okay?" patrick told him, pressing the cloth gently to art's inner thigh.
art covered his face with his hands, nodding. he rubbed his eyes shamefully, doing everything possible to keep from looking around at his teammates.
everyone had resumed practice for the most part, but there were still quite a few stolen glances and sympathetic whispers going around.
patrick tried his best to ignore it.
"can you spread your legs a little?" he asked, and art complied, letting patrick dry his thighs before moving down to his calves.
he would've offered to clean himself up, but he was too embarrassed to say much of anything at the moment. he knew patrick wouldn't have let him even if he wanted to though, so he didn't feel too bad about it.
"heads up," patrick murmured, and before art could even blink, the towel was being pressed against his soaked crotch, helping to stop the fabric from dripping.
art choked, blushing brighter if that were even possible. standing there with wet shorts and his best friend sponging casually at his dick, he was sure he'd never been so mortified in his entire life.
patrick, on the other hand, was struggling to ignore how aroused he was by the whole ordeal. first it was watching art squirm, then holding him while he lost control in his arms, and now taking care of him while he hid his tear-streaked face in his hands like a little accident-prone toddler. . . something about it was making his dick so hard it was about to burst right through his underwear.
"patrick," art whined, probably begging him to stop rubbing his crotch as if it weren't already obvious what'd happened.
"shh it's okay," patrick cooed, fully grabbing art's dick when he went in to squeeze the fabric again. art jumped, but he didn't push him off. "hang on, i'm almost done."
once they were both dry enough, they toed off their shoes and socks and wrapped them up in the towel, drying their feet before patrick led them back to their dorm. he just hoped passersby would be too distracted by art's wet shorts to notice his obscenely tented ones.
"patrick," art sighed as soon as the door was closed behind them.
patrick heard the shake in his voice, and knew immediately what was about to happen. calmly, he pulled art back in against his chest, feeling a sickening mixture of pity, arousal, and guilt.
"was doin' so good," art hiccuped, sobbing now that there was nobody watching them.
"you're still doing good, art. this is the first time in months, remember?" patrick comforted.
art sniffled, looking up at him with the prettiest teary eyes patrick had ever seen. fuck, he wanted to kiss his bitten red lips more than he ever had in their entire friendship, and that was saying something.
"because of you," art whispered.
patrick wasn't really sure what to say to that. because it was true, wasn't it? without him, art would be wetting himself nearly every day. hell, maybe every day if he'd done it the one time patrick decided not to say something.
god, why hadn't he said something?
"it's fine, art, really. don't beat yourself up about it. we've all got our issues, okay?" patrick brushed off, playing with art's hair to distract him from his shame.
a long silence passed between them after that. patrick happily held art for as long as he needed to calm down, which was understandably a very long time.
it was only when art's trembles turned to shivers that patrick decided to move things along. since he'd already gotten in the mindset of taking care of his best friend, patrick hooked his fingers in the waistband of art's shorts and pushed them slowly down his thighs before art could stop him.
art let out a little confused noise, but he was too emotionally exhausted to protest.
"let's get you cleaned up," patrick whispered, kissing art's temple as he let the soaked garment fall to the ground with a wet slap.
art stepped out of the shorts, letting patrick kick them aside, but he caught patrick's wrist when he reached out towards his underwear.
"pat, what're you-"
"shhh it's okay, art. nothing i haven't seen before," he teased.
art hesitated for a second before releasing patrick's wrist, allowing him to tug his underwear down until they were joining his shorts on the floor.
"so pretty," patrick murmured, entranced. he hadn't even looked at art's dick yet, not that it was much to see soft.
"w-what?" art responded, eyes widening.
"look so pretty when you piss yourself," patrick continued, inhaling the scent of art's sweat and shampoo greedily. "so pretty when you cry. fuck, i always thought so."
art shook his head, trying to step out of his grasp, but patrick pulled him back in easily.
"hey, it's okay," patrick coerced, reaching down between them to wrap a hand around art's half-hard cock.
patrick smirked when he felt it, chuckling proudly into art's hair.
"aww, i knew it," he mused, stroking him slowly a few times. "knew you liked me taking care of you."
art keened, not sure if he should buck forward into patrick's hand or take a step back. as soon as he'd made a decision though, patrick gripped him tighter and brushed his thumb over the tip, and art promptly forgot what his verdict had been.
"that feel good?" patrick hummed, too caught up in the moment to realize what he'd just begun. "this makin' you feel better, baby?"
art nodded, his head falling forwards against patrick's shoulder. god, this was infinitely better than jerking off on seperate beds.
patrick huffed, pulling himself out of his own wet shorts. art's little noises were driving him so fucking crazy, he just couldn't take it anymore.
he gripped their aching cocks together in one hand, jerking them both off at once as art moaned and whimpered into his shoulder. patrick noticed with a sick satisfaction that he had at least an inch and a half on art, the visible difference making his stomach twist possessively. art definitely wasn't small. in fact, he was perfectly average- maybe even a little more than- but when you saw the two right next to each other. . .
"yeah, there you go," patrick groaned, thrusting up into his fist. "don't be embarrassed, baby. you're so sweet when you wet yourself for me. fuck, so pretty."
art whined, humping into patrick's hand a few more times before he was coming, covering patrick's dripping cock with his release. he'd finished so fast, patrick almost wanted to tease him for it, but having been hard for almost an hour at that point, he definitely wasn't too far behind.
"fuck, baby. oh, fuck," patrick groaned, coming hard all over art's favorite practice shirt.
feeling unsteady, patrick eased himself back onto his bed, sitting down and pulling art with him onto his lap. art sighed, settling in easily while they tried to catch their breath.
"patrick?" art questioned after a minute.
patrick hummed, seemingly oblivious to the less-than-normal position (and state of dress) they were in.
". . . what just happened?"
"i don't know," patrick responded, pressing his lips to art's neck tiredly. "but i really don't think you're gonna graduate below twenty."
yay! more artrick piss! ✨️💦
so did y'all like this one better than the other one, the same, or less? just out of curiosity.
thanks for the ask! this is one of my favorite things to write for sure lol 💜🫢
omg your "what if i die?" tag on that reblog was so real, it literally made me so happy lol
i just wanted to say i love your blog and that i fully believe in the making art piss himself cause! i am very excited and proud to be a contributor (cuz i have like three piss kink requests in my asks rn and i am not mad about it) 🥰😎
alsooo, just out of curiosity, how many times do you think patrick and/or tashi would have to make art wet himself before he realizes he's actually super into it?
i'm thinking it would take at least a couple, but who can say? ❤️
I’m glad it made you happy! I was a little worried I was being too much. but honestly reading puppy art almost killed me. Also having him piss on Patrick, amazing!!!
Thank you!! I’m so proud of Art piss agenda, I’m glad others can agree.
As for your question, way too many times
For the first handful of time Art viewed it as something he did for Tashi’s & Patrick’s pleasure. It was embarrassing enough to piss himself, so doing it and actively enjoying it would be way too much for him to deal with. It isn’t until they stop Art realizing that he really fucking loves it.
there's no such thing as too much lol. thank you!! 💕✨️
and honestly i couldn't agree more, as much as i wish he weren't so embarrassed by it. there's just no way he'd be okay with doing it for himself for at least a few months.
I'm English yay 😐 Also I'm studying computer science so 🤝 women in STEM 💪
Pls don't kill me 😭🙏 Then I'd never get to see any more Artrick content 😭 I was gonna say that'd kill me but I'd already be dead. Can ghosts die? My ghost would definitely haunt you though like 👻 ooooh Artrick piss kink ooooh 👻
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oh, hell yeah! we love english women in stem! 🩵🧪
and surprise! you didn't die! and you got to see more artrick content that i literally wrote just for you! (and for me cuz that prompt was so adorable omg).
but if somebody else kills you someday, i will happily take all your piss kink requests via ouiji board 🥰👻
hybrid puppy Art completely breaking down when Patrick tells him he's going on a date... with a puppy girl. Poor baby does NOT want to be replaced as Patrick's favourite puppy. So he tries to sabotage Patrick leaving. Hides his best clothes in the laundry basket, (is too insane to say pees in his shoes?). Anything to get Patrick to stay with him, Patrick's favourite puppy, and not go see some other stupid puppy
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awwww this is so freaking cuteee!! every time i get a hybrid!art ask i literally get so excited, like you have no idea. 😭🥰
his little floppy ears live in my mind RENT FREE, like i'm not even jokinggg.
i think he's actually my favorite thing ever, and i can't wait to make an entire world for him on this blog. i literally want to have a whole masterlist just for hybrid puppy!art one day.
but for now, here's fic #2 lol.
CW: puppy!art (but like, actually), strong d/s vibes, piss but not in a super kinky way, mild degradation, mdni!!
(if you've already read my intro to puppy!art, this takes place at the academy after art starts indulging his hybrid side more, but before they kiss for the first time).
XOXO 💕🌈
at first, art wasn't sure why it bothered him so much.
patrick had gone on plenty of dates before, and while art had always been upset to be left alone in their tiny dorm, he had never felt quite like this.
usually, when patrick left him by himself to hook up with some girl, art would deal with it by moping around productively. he would do his homework and clean their room until he ran out of distractions, and somehow he'd always end up sitting defeatedly by the door, just waiting for patrick to come home.
despite how pathetic this may sound, it was a system that usually worked for them. as soon as patrick did come home, art would be all over him, begging for his attention and asking him excitedly how the date went (hoping he would say it fucking sucked and he was sorry for leaving).
he knew it was mean, but more often than not, his less-than-well wishes actually came true. patrick would shrug and say she wasn't really his type, and they'd spend the rest of the night cuddling and wrestling and talking about their plans for the week.
it was a predictable routine, and as of late, art had become so expectant of patrick's dissatisfied return that he was starting to mind less when patrick went on a date to begin with. he knew his best friend/owner would always come back to him, and even if patrick did ever find a girl he liked, art would always be his top priority.
his only- and therefore favorite- puppy.
but this time. . . this time was different.
this time was so unlike anything patrick had ever done before, because the girl he was going on a date with was a hybrid. she was a sweet little puppy-person, just like art.
well, not exactly like art. her hybrid features were dark brown and sleek, and the fur on her ears and tail had a certain sharp, smooth softness to them. many buyers would even consider her to be more expensive-looking than art with his golden, obnoxiously fluffy, floppy ones.
her name was quinn, and she was beautiful, and art was absolutely not salty about this in the slightest.
he certainly wasn't jealous or anything. that would be ridiculous! he just kinda felt like if patrick walked out that door to go see her, leaving him all alone with nothing to do but think about them together, then he would fucking explode.
so, not wanting to be a drama queen, art was doing everything in his power to keep that from happening. and the simplest solution was obviously to keep patrick from leaving in the first place.
"art, have you seen my gray button-up?" patrick asked, throwing hanger after hanger out of their closet for art to pick up later.
"it's right there, isn't it?" art asked, pointing to one of the many articles of clothing now strewn across their floor.
patrick sighed, shaking his head at art as if he were stupid.
"no, not that one. the nice one, you know what i'm talking about."
"oh," art responded, pretending to think for a moment before shrugging. he fell back onto the bed where he'd been sitting, watching patrick struggle from a more comfortable position.
"whatever, i'll just wear- oh, hey! there it is," patrick noticed, going over to grab it from their laundry basket where the sleeve was sticking out.
art huffed, forcing a casual expression when patrick turned back around.
"i haven't worn this in weeks, it shouldn't be dirty," patrick mused, holding it up to his nose to see if it smelled unwashed. "seems clean, and it's not wrinkled or anything. art, did you borrow this for your lit presentation or something?"
art shook his head, mentally cursing himself for not shoving it to the bottom of the basket when he'd had the chance.
"maybe you threw it on the floor and i thought it was dirty like everything else in this shit hole," he sassed, chucking an old sock at patrick's head.
"this room is a mess," patrick agreed, dodging the makeshift missile with ease. "i guess it probably won't be when i get back though, huh?"
he shot art a knowing smirk, fully aware of how he handled being left alone for a few hours.
art rolled his eyes, fighting the urge to chew the pillow he was laying on in distress. if hiding patrick's favorite shirt wasn't enough to make him cancel, he would have to resort to more obvious tactics.
"you could always stay and help me clean it," art suggested, pretending to be upset like a fussy mother who 'always has to do everything herself.'
of course, being the teenage boy that he was, that didn't quite have the intended effect.
"well if i'm here, you're not gonna clean shit," patrick reminded him with an amused scoff. "you only do it 'cause it's better than sitting by the door, and i'm, like, your only source of entertainment."
art huffed, refusing to acknowledge the validity of that statement.
"just for that, i'm not touching a single thing while you're gone," he threatened.
patrick just laughed, taking a break from straightening his collar to ruffle art's hair affectionately.
"i hope you don't," he said, brushing the curls away from his forehead. "you deserve a break."
and goddammit, art was finding it very difficult to stay mad at him. patrick was so good to him all the time, and art knew deep down that he deserved a night out with a pretty girl. still, he couldn't stand to watch him leave to spend time with another hybrid when art was literally right there.
"i'm gonna clean it," art sighed, not even to be defiant anymore. it was just the truth. "i can't relax when you're gone, anyway."
"aww, you poor thing," patrick teased, toying with one of art's ears and laughing at his exaggerated pout. "do you want me to help you fall asleep before i go and wake you up when i get back? you liked that when i went out with audrey, didn't you?"
art considered it for a moment before shaking his head. usually he might've said yes since being unconscious is a great way to pass the time, but this time he didn't think he'd be able to clock out if he tried. if he was asleep when patrick left, he wouldn't be able to stop something awful from happening, like the possibility of him being replaced.
"okay, well there's other things you can do besides clean, you know," patrick reminded him, going back over to the mirror to finish fixing his hair. "you can listen to music, play my DS, chew something. . . maybe you can even try humping a different pillow for a change."
art hummed, rolling over to curl up facing the wall.
"this one works just fine," he mumbled.
"well you're gonna need to replace it eventually, you know. there's only so many times you can sneak one pillow into the laundry room," patrick said distractedly, turning back around and frowning when he saw art's pitiful state.
"come on, puppy," he sighed, sitting down on the bed beside him. "you were doing so good when i left a couple weeks ago. what happened? is there something you're not telling me?"
art rolled back over to rest his head in patrick's lap, looking up at him with the best puppy eyes he could manage. that was kind of his strong suit, for obvious reasons.
"jus' wanted to hang out with you tonight," he confessed, rubbing his cheek against the rough denim of patrick's jeans. "you've been busy all week."
patrick was used to his tendency to guilt-trip when he wasn't getting his way, so he was more immune than most to art's kicked-puppy look. still, he couldn't help but melt when he heard that.
"aww art, i'm sorry. but i'll be back in a few hours, and then we can do whatever you want, i promise," he said, scratching art's ear soothingly.
art closed his eyes, still painfully unsatisfied with this proposition. he didn't give a shit what they did when patrick got back. all he wanted was for him to not leave.
"can't you just stay?" he asked, biting patrick's thigh through the thick fabric.
patrick didn't even blink. he just pried his leg out from between art's sharp canines, not wanting to have tiny holes or a wet spot on his pants when he still had a date to attend.
"no, art. quinn's a nice girl, she doesn't deserve that," he reasoned.
"are you sure her owner's even okay with this? i mean, you don't like me going out without you," art asked, pretty much grasping at straws at this point.
"quinn doesn't have an owner, artie," patrick told him sympathetically. "her parents kept her when she was born. she's an independent citizen, not enrolled as a companion like you are."
art whined, that fact somehow making this whole thing so much worse. he couldn't shake the thought that patrick might like a puppy that didn't need his permission for everything. one who could exist on their own without relying on him to do everything with or for them.
hybrids were interesting in that sense. if they were responsible for themselves, they could exist in the world like perfectly normal human adults. but, the second you put that collar on their neck, all of a sudden they need their owner's help/permission to do something as simple as pick out their clothes for the day. art was better than most in that sense, but he was far from independent, and he did worry from time to time that his neediness might get annoying some day.
"hey, come on, art," patrick sighed, noticing his clear distress. "you know i'm glad your parents didn't want you. 'cause now you're mine, and i wouldn't sell you for all the money in the world, okay?"
'but you'd leave me here for some other stupid puppy who's got it all figured out, apparently,' art thought, almost surprising himself with the toxic jealousy that was coursing through him.
he always wanted patrick to stay close to him, but he'd never been so angry at whoever was stealing him away before. he usually understood why someone would want to spend time with his owner, but quinn knew patrick already had a hybrid in his life, and still she. . .
no, he couldn't let this happen. no way in hell.
"alright, well if you're sure you're okay, i should probably-"
"no!" art interrupted, grabbing onto his leg to keep him from getting up. "you can't."
"art, come on. either tell me what's wrong or stop being a fuckin' brat, okay?" patrick scolded, pulling art's head up by his hair so he could look him in the eyes. "i've gotta go, or i'm gonna be late."
art whined, lowering his gaze guiltily until he was staring right at the crotch of patrick's nicest pair of jeans. and that's when he got an idea. it was a pretty fucking crazy idea, but it was an idea nonetheless.
"can you. . . can you just play with me before you go? please?" he requested shyly, giving him that killer look again. "i'll be good, i promise."
patrick sighed, taking a second to think it over.
"i don't know, art-"
"please?"
"fine," patrick acquiesced.
he always gave in so easily when it came to making his puppy happy. patrick may have been the one in charge between the two of them, but that didn't mean art wasn't the master of getting his way.
"but you're using the bathroom first, 'cause i'm sure as hell not gonna have time to shower if you-"
"yeah, okay!" art beamed, jumping up immediately and rushing off to the bathroom with his tail wagging furiously behind him.
instead of going like he was supposed to, though, he just stood there, waiting an appropriate amount of time before flushing the empty bowl and washing his hands for good measure.
if he couldn't make patrick stay for him, he'd have to make it impossible for him to go anywhere else (especially to see a girl).
when art came back into the bedroom, patrick was leaning back against his headboard, waiting for him.
"alright, puppy," he said, giving him a competitive grin. "show me what you got."
not needing to be told twice, art pounced.
they rolled around for a minute or two, both struggling to pin the other down against the mattress. art growled and bit at patrick's arms a few times, but patrick was so used to it at this point that it just made him laugh.
all things considered, they were pretty evenly matched when it came to wrestling. but, patrick unfortunately still had somewhere to be, so it wasn't long before he was letting art win.
art had already felt himself start to dribble a bit while they'd been going at it, but it hadn't been enough to get patrick wet anywhere. it was barely enough to dampen his own underwear.
he did have to go though, so this was both surprising and a little disappointing for his primary objective.
but luckily the fates were on his side, and as soon as he had patrick pinned and was comfortably straddling his lap, a long spurt that he couldn't have held in if he tried came flooding out of him.
he whimpered in false embarrassment, managing to get it under control before he made too much of a mess, but still both his and patrick's laps were completely covered in piss.
"fuck!" patrick exclaimed, rolling him off as quickly as he could, but the damage had already been done. "oh fuck. art, really?"
"sorry," art whined, watching in satisfaction as patrick jumped up and rubbed at the damp fabric with his hands.
naturally, the obvious wet spot was not going to budge.
"you just went. what the fuck, man?" he snapped, groaning at the pitiful state of his nicest clothes. "did you fuckin' lie to me, art, huh? god, it's on my shoes. how the fuck dod it get on my shoes?"
"'m sorry," art mumbled again, and the tears that were forming in his eyes this time were very, very real.
he had only wanted patrick to stay with him. he hadn't meant to make him so upset, he just hadn't been able to think of any other way.
"i don't know what happened," he lied, covering his own soaked crotch with his hands shamefully. "sorry, patrick."
"it's fine, art," he huffed in frustration, grabbing his phone from the bedside table. "i'll just call and tell her i'm gonna be late-"
"no!" art whined again, sniffling as hot tears finally came tumbling down his flushed cheeks. "please just stay with me. please, pat. please."
patrick froze, setting his phone back down slowly. he crept over to the bed, stopping when he was directly in front of art, who was refusing to meet his gaze.
"art. . ." he murmured, feeling his heart break as he watched the tiny droplets fall into art's wet lap. "is it because she's a hybrid? is that it?" he asked hesitantly.
art didn't respond. he didn't even move a muscle, too ashamed to admit it now that it'd been said out loud.
"i was wondering if that was it," patrick said, sighing deeply before sitting down next to him and pulling him into a one-sided hug. "truthfully, i was hoping it would be something else, because it is absolutely ridiculous that you would ever think there's someone in this world who could replace you. i promise you, art, there's not. no one, human or hybrid, could ever come close, okay?"
art hiccuped, his tears soaking into patrick's shirt as he listened to him speak.
"if you really need me to cancel, i will," patrick promised, and art's relief was so clear, you could almost taste it. "i don't ever want you to feel like you're competing with the girls i go out with, and if that means i can't date hybrids, then i won't. is that what you want, puppy?"
art nodded into his chest, wrapping his arms around patrick's torso gratefully.
"okay," patrick snorted, ruffling his hair with a fond smile. "i'll call her and tell her it's not gonna work. i'm gonna tell her the truth, though, because that's what you get when you fucking piss on me instead of just saying you can't handle me having another puppy in my life."
"it was an accident," art whined, crawling into his lap apologetically and burying his face in patrick's neck.
"i believe it, artie, but you still knew it was gonna happen, didn't you?" he hummed, helping art get settled using pure muscle memory.
after giving him enough time to calm down, patrick finally picked his phone back up and called quinn to let her know what happened. she answered on the third ring, and art felt himself get tense when he heard her ask why patrick hadn't come to pick her up yet.
"hey, quinn. sorry this is so last minute, but i'm not gonna be able to make it tonight. . . or ever," patrick started, easing his own nerves by playing with art's floppy ears.
"no, it's nothing you did, of course not. . . well, you remember art, don't you? my puppy? yeah, he's been whining all day. . . no, he's just not a fan of me going out with other hybrids, i guess. . . yeah, i know. he's a territorial little brat sometimes, but i gotta try to keep him happy when i can, you know?. . . i knew you'd understand. thanks, quinn. you're the best. . . yeah, i'll see you around."
and then he hung up, and art relaxed, pushing patrick onto his back so they could cuddle or play again.
"nuh-uh, not until we're changed and you've actually used the bathroom this time," patrick commanded, and art pouted, but he got up to go anyway.
art was about to make a comment about how he was always so mean to him, but of course patrick had to ruin it by saying, "there's my good boy," and giving him that stupid proud smile that art hated so much.
because art was his good boy. and he was the only one at that, so there really wasn't much else he could complain about, now was there?
yayy!! it's not as smutty as maybe you were hoping, but i had a lot of fun with this one!
i'm sure i will write many more nsfw puppy!art fics in the future, don't you worry lol 💕
i had a different idea for incorporating the piss part (clearly) cuz i didn't think art would just whip it out and pee on patrick's shoes, so i hope this was an enjoyable alternative!
thanks so much for the ask, and thanks all for reading!
XOXO ✨️🐶
ps: i am dying for more hybrid!art requests, so if you have any ideas at all, i will take them and make them a reality, i stg 😭😣
Okay I some questions. Where do you live? What do you do? And yes that does seem #creepy but I just mean like what country. I think I just assume everyone is American by default (which is weird because I'm not American?). And I don't mean like give me your full job title 😈 just like do you have a job, are you still in education or other possible options that I can't be bothered to list. I am just... curious 🧐 okay that didn't make me seem less stalkerish mb.
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Almost forgot to sign off 😮💨
Also when you said I'm next my first thought was not oh yeah I sent an ask but instead that you were going to get me, because... I am stupid 🥰
honestly, i also assume everyone is american by default lol. but i am, in fact, american so maybe that's why 😅🙃
right now, i'm in college! yay! it's for sure a great opportunity. not exactly loving it, but i want my degree sooo. . .
and i do have a job that i am loving, as a waitress! it's so much fun, like i would make that my whole career if i could make a decent living from it. alas, the world is a cruel place, and i must continue studying biochem until my brain collapses.
also, i don't think you sound stalkerish at all lol! it makes me happy when people are curious about me cuz i literally love asking questions 😊
what country are you from, if you don't mind me asking?
and maybe that is what i meant. . . you won't know until i either finish your fic or it's already too late! 😈😈 *insert evil laugh here*
Hello Nora! i just wanted to start by saying hi and i can’t believe i have missed your wonderful blog the entire time🙀 i hope you don’t mind that i hit follow the instant i saw bottom/sub art and artrick tags👉🏻👈🏻 thank you for creating this space for artrick enjoyers🥹
hello! welcome! i'm so glad you found me, and that you like it here! 🥰🥹
of course i don't mind! i'm honored lol, and that's literally what i'm here for! thanks so much for saying hi, this means a lot ❤️
(and i'm actually so happy that my blog is considered a space for artrick enjoyers now, like i feel like i literally just started writing yesterday, this is crazyyy)
