here is a masterlist of most of what i've written about challengers! keep in mind that all works are fem reader insert as of now. :) i have also only included longer blurbs for now.
i can see artrick developing a fixation for jerking off to each other from their dorm sharing days. like they dont even register it as gay that they sit across from each other and jerk off while making eye contact or blatantly admiring each others bodies. they shower together after a game for ~efficiency~ and just casually jerk each other off like its nothing
This and especially after they win a huge doubles match and their adrenaline is pumping like crazy they immediately come home and wordlessly strip down, eyes trailing down each othersâ bodies and smirking as their cocks jump and twitch. Patrick always breaks the ice by spitting into his hand and giving himself the first pump, chest heaving and abs quivering from the feeling of his palm rubbing over his sensitive tip. Art watching him intensely, rubbing himself over his boxers and Patrick nods at him, a motion for him to take them off. So he does, immediately, shoving them down his legs and hissing as his dick slaps against his stomach. Patrick wants to touch his milky skin and wants to feel the ridges of his best friendâs cock but he hasnât broken that barrier yet so heâll just watch as art throws his head back, thumb catching dribbles of precum as his balls draw up and everyone is wondering where they are because they should be out celebrating!
the way i saw this tweet earlier and wanted to send it to you too lmao đ the patrick hive is truly connected đââïžđââïžđââïž
I love when you guys see Patrick stuff and think of me itâs truly an honor
complaining about how much you hate him to your friends while you are seething that his hand is on the small of another girlâs back. seeing his shirt ride up as he reaches for a bottle on top of the fridge to pour himself a shot and staring at his absâdid he get a tattoo? youâre drooling over him while telling everyone how thankful you are to have gotten away. and maybe you run into him as heâs leaving the bathroom and youâre trying to go in. youâre drunk and not thinking right and he smells just like you remember. smile lines deep and eyes kind yet tinged with bad intent. he looks town at you like youâre microscopic. thatâs how you feel when youâre near him.
âheyââ he begins, hand reaching to touch your arm.
you move away from him not because you donât want him to touch you but just the oppositeâyou donât want this to get out of control. to fall back into his trap.
âdonât start this.â you mutter, looking behind you. Patrick still blocks the entrance to the bathroom so you canât go in.
âjust saying hi.â he leans against the doorframe, no plans of moving anytime soon. âdonât need to make it a thing.â
heâs so fucking rude, too. heâs attention seeking and pathetic, obviously insecure all the while disgustingly self-absorbed.
âhi.â You offer, refusing to look him in the eye.
itâs when he tilts your chin up to force you to, thatâs when youâre done. that you think that this is what your twenties are for. making dumb mistakes and never learning from them. Because his calloused thumb runs across your bottom lip and then youâre letting him shut the door to the bathroom behind you both and youâre all over him, pulling his shirt collar to get him closer, all the while tugging at the bottom to cue him to take it off. which he does, quickly. heâs tan and more muscular than you remember, dark hair smattered across his chest and abs and you whimper. Patrick smirks and bends you over the sink, lips attaching to the side of your neck as he shoves his pants down his legs and runs his cock through your folds. he watches you watch him through the mirror, eyes trained on how his lips part as he bottoms out, not noticing that yours have too, eyes drunk and hooded. fingers numb from holding onto the porcelain so hard.
âremember when you said you never wanted to see me again?â He snakes his hand around your throat and you look up at him, dumbly. Unable to think about what youâre doing or what heâs telling you, although youâre sure itâs snarky and manipulative.
âmmm.â is all you can muster.
He gives you a pitiful smile. âyouâre a stupid little girl.â he whispers against the shell of your ear, punctuating a harsh thrust before he pulls out again just to hear you whine when youâre empty. ânever doing whatâs right for you. I thought i was so mean? Huh? but youâre letting me fuck this desperate little pussy? that how much you need me?â
you shake your head. canât even think of anything to say to him.
âyou donât need it?â he stops moving, letting you feel his cock pulse inside you while your legs shake and your body preens for more; even if you said no, your body would clearly betray you. âthen Iâll go. huh? We can just call it even.â
you whimper and grab at his bicep.
âhm? use your words. just say it and Iâll move.â
âI want itââ Itâs hard to talk when his hand is tight around your throat. âNo, need it.â
âFuuck,â his hips snap forward and he feels your pulse quicken under his grasp and one of your hand moves up to touch his. âCâmere,â and then heâs flipping you around to hoist you onto the sink, fucking into you as your fingers push into his mouth and your heels dig into his ass.
Seeing ur posts make my day better u just hit all the right spots in my head and keep the challengers fandom alive especially for pat who needs more love and different genres if that makes sense
patrick sending art a video of him fucking a girl in a mating press and art jerks off to it but he is lowkey staring at patricks ass the whole time :D
this and art is kind of edging himself and during the whole video youâre both panting and kissing each other but the second Patrick moans a low âfuuuuuck yeahâ, Art IMMEDIATELY cums and he has to sit with that for awhile
getting pretty tipsy and texting dilf pat a picture in the bar bathroom, black top pulled up showing off your tits in a lace bra (he probably bought her) or just some simple cotton bralette. pat opening it and getting out of bed to pick you up, pulling up the the bar to watch you crawl into the passenger seat all flushed and giddy. having to emergency park in some side alley because your hand wonât stop rubbing over his semi and heâs about to crash
!!! this after Patrick broke it off with you because he was getting too attached and heâs too old for a fling like this. to be sneaking around and having sex in the back of his car like heâs seventeen years old. you cried about it for days and promised yourself youâd never ever talk to him again. eventually, you tell your friends (who vaguely knew of the hot older man youâd been hooking up with). they told you thereâs no way he sticks to his word. that they always come crawling back, age doesnât matter. and they were rightâwithin ten minutes of you snapping a picture of yourself with your skirt hiked up and your bra showing, Patrick is texting you that heâs coming to get you. his own way of saying he misses you. and youâre so happy to be in his truck again with his hand on your leg and his cologne tickling the back of your throat that youâre all smiles. staring at his profile and how his thumb taps the leather seam of his steering wheel because he hit another red light and your foot is rubbing against his dick. Patrick swings the car around to park in an abandoned bankâs parking lot and grabs your jaw to give you a filthy kiss, all tongue and disappointment in himself for being so weak. He all but pushes you into the backseat while he undoes his belt.
âyou missed me, honey?â he asks, spreading his legs and tapping his lap for you to straddle him.
you nod, finger tracing up his stomach from under his shirt. so confident, yet strangely shy.
âyeah? show me how much.â Heâs quick to push his pants down so they pool around his ankles and you move your panties to the side and sink down on his cock easily, wet from the anticipation, from him just being here with you, paying attention to you.
your moans are drawn out as you fuck him slowly, wanting to feel every ridge of his cock, the pull of his tip nudging against your entrance. how his fingers dig so hard into your ass that it hurts but you want it all. soon, youâre bracing your hand against the window to move down on him faster, obsessively chasing your orgasm and needing to make him cum so he wonât leave you again.
when he gets kinda condescending about your lack of knowledge and youâre sooo eager to learn and impress him trying to copy stuff you âresearchedâ (watched porn maddie in europhia style) but hes lowkey touched (and turned on) by your efforts so heâs nice about it being all encouraging
and he asks if you touched yourself during and you look him straight in the eyes and shake your head and say you only want him to make you feel good and his knees almost buckle because holy shit youâre so eager to be his doll, his little plaything. he realizes youve learned quite a bit when he starts to fuck you in doggy and you move your ass back onto his dick, just staring him down and chasing your orgasm. Patrick stops moving altogether and he is talking FILTH to you.
âthatâs right, fuck yourself on my dick.â
âlook at that fuckinâ ass.â
âyouâre gonna ruin my fuckinâ life, baby.â
patrick getting angry with unexperienced reader during sex plsplsplspls
him being manipulative and getting upset with you for not deepthroating him like he wants you to⊠youâre trying so hard to open your throat and youâre choking and sputtering around him and heâs just shaking his head and says he wants your nose to touch him. he wants every inch of him in your throat. you pull off him and say youâre trying your best.
âI donât care. youâre not doing good enough.â
and tears are welling in your eyes because you just want him to be proud of you, for him to feel good. you nod and promise youâll do better. (youâre doing a great job but patrick cums harder when youre staring up at him for approval and your watery eyes smile as he cums down your throat)
sliding a cock right around his base n just playing with it for hours đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ« thumb teasing his pre soaked, sticky slit, perfect mushroom shaped tip flushed and swollen n hes just dripping sweat grasping at the sheets, getting super needy but still so full of himself panting about how youre so obsessed with his dick
omg and usually heâs in complete control of you so this is such a change of pace and youâre on your stomach between his legs just playing with his cock and massaging his shaft and his pretty, angry tip. his hands are fisting the sheets and heâs telling you you need to suck his cock and let him cum. be a good girl for him l. you just shrug, bottom lip pulled between your teeth. mischievous and high off the control you have over him.
âI like when youâre desperate.â you mumble, listening to how he hisses when you finally press his dick to your tongue and suckle on him. not hard enough to make him break, but just enough to where heâs groaning fuck, thatâs it baby and nodding his head in eager anticipation that youâll finally listen to him, give him mercy.
but itâs fun to have this older man begging for you and at your every whim! he starts to get mad, grabbing at your hair and pushing your head down to move you closer to where he wants you.
âso obsessed with my cock, huh? donât think youâre gonna get it for awhile after this. if you think this is torture for me just you fuckinâ wait, sweetheart.â
The concept of Patrick being jealous of art having it all: (perfect wife, perfect kids, successful career) that he just has to âget back â at his best friend by showing him how much fun heâs having, that he can fuck girls in their twenties and theyâll let them do whatever he wants. Sends him the video of you and art does get jealous because his sex life is non-existent so maybe he goes to the bathroom to jerk off but he texts patrick back afterwards saying heâs nasty
patrick getting head is so hot in general he just has such a nice cock it should be getting worshipped all the time idc
like heâs thick but not too long, veiny and suuuuper sensitive by the tip. you learn quickly that when you press sweet little kisses to his tip and lick the underside of him his hips jerk and he has to grip your hair tighter to keep his balance. he loves to cum on your face (and maybe take a video of this whole thing)
dilf pat teaching you every position known to man. just talking you through everything, arms crossed behind his head as you ride him as he gives you gentle but stern advice as your plush thighs tense and quiver, hands playing with your tits and clumsily holding onto his shoulders for balance until he loses his patience and just fucks up into you
youâre just swiveling your hips to feel him deep inside you but he wants you to FUCK him so heâs getting frustrated and is telling you to move your hips up and down and stroke his cock with your pussy and youâre only half listening because youâre so focused on his tummy and the flush on his cheeks and his fingers digging into your ass.. eventually he just wants to cum and he feels sort of bad but he grabs your waist and just fucks you from beneath and this becomes his (and your) favorite position because your tits are bouncing in his face and youâre whining and digging your nails into his chest and heâs just saying âthatâs right, baby. just let me do itâmore of a pillow princess, arenât ya?â
dilf pat seeing virgin reader regularly :33 he loves being the teacher and feels so guilty but you're just so eager and sensitive and perfect and you're not grossed out when he cums down your throat
him knowing exactly what to say to make you just melt âŠ. takes advantage of your need for validation and male attention and runs with it. itâs how he gets you on your knees in front of him, all giddy and ready to please. and while youâre hollowing your cheeks and sputtering around his dick you remain oh so obedient for him because you love how he pets your head and groans about how good that pretty throat feels. how heâll make you feel so good afterwards.
dilf pat and dilf art with younger inexperienced reader⊠maybe youâre artâs nanny or something. just so cute and sweet they canât help but come up with a plan to get you under them. art pretends to be scandalized by patrick when he brings it up first but at the end of the day heâs just as bad as pat
and Patrick is just the one to vocalize his feelings because he knows exactly why Art hired you to watch his kids. Art shakes his head and says heâs not a creep, that youâre just reliable and good with his toddler but he scoffs.
âSo she just happens to be cute too?â
âI guess so, if youâre thinking of her that way. She is a cute girl.â
Patrick shakes his head, eyebrows raised as if to tell his best friend heâs full of shit.
âSo you wouldnât fuck her?â
Art shushes him; youâre inside playing with his four year old.
âNo, I wouldnât. Iâm not a creep.â
âBut youâre constantly looking at her ass. Constantly.â
âNo Iâm not.â Art takes a swig of his beer and is about to kick patrick out; this is far too inappropriate of a conversation to be having as a freshly divorced forty year old.
âI just think it would be fun. A little challenge, like we used to.â
Art cocks his eyebrow and straightens up to look at you scurrying around the kitchen, cutting up an apple and spooning peanut butter on the slices. All supple skin and inadvertent teasing.
âWhat, for me to fuck her?â
âDonât be greedy. For us to.â
Art scoffs. âSomething tells me she wouldnât be interested. Weâre like twenty years older than her.â
But Patrick catches your eye and throws you a wink. You chew on your bottom lip and look away coyly before glancing back at him, bending down to pick up a stray block.