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challengers masterlist ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

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.

*MOST IF NOT ALL ARE NSFW; MINORS DNI

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#challengers #masterlist #patrick zweig x reader #art donaldson x reader #tashi duncan x reader #patrick zweig x art donaldson x reader #patrick zweig x art donaldson x tashi duncan

making him eat you out and obvs he's like devouring you but the glasses are getting foggy and falling off of his face so maybe you take a quick break from tugging on his hair to push them back up on his nose for him...

Omg he’s crazed and holding your legs open using almost all his strength because you want to just clamp them shut— you’re so sensitive and overworked. His fingers bruising your skin as he flicks your clit with his tongue and is basically making out with your pussy… you’re rutting against his mouth and his glasses are kind of poking you because they’re sliding down so much and he’s frustrated because it’s hard to focus when he’s wearing these. But you just love the glasses so much, you whine when he asks to take them off. Instead, you push them up his nose whenever they start to slide down his nose but eventually you just have to tear them off as you yank him up and line his cock up with your spent pussy because you need him to fuck you into the mattress 🩷

#patrick zweig smut

ooooooof art teased him so relentlessly about his glasses that he hides them constantly but it just does smth to u and when u walk in on him studying and demand he keep them on :((( who is he to deny u?

and patrick has internalized all of Art’s teasing (although it was just in good fun and Art didn’t actually mean it) so he immediately gets embarrassed when new people see him in his glasses. it brings him back to a vulnerable time when he hadn’t grown into himself. so you’re surprised to see him acting like that—embarrassed. It’s unlike the Patrick you know who is so unabashedly himself, charming, and charismatic. he’s reading a book; he actually wants to do well on his classic literature assignment because art’s in that class with him and his competitive streak comes out the most when it comes to him.

Patrick taking his glasses off immediately as you walk into his dorm room hiding them behind his chemistry textbook. He pretends not to hear you when you ask him when he got glasses—doesn’t answer until you’re leaning on his desk and clearing your throat.

“Since I was eleven.” He meets your eyes for just a second, before picking up where he left off.

“Why don’t you wear them? I had no idea.”

Patrick nibbles on the end of a pen. “Contacts are better. And that’s the point. They’re fucking hideous.”

And they aren’t the most trendy glasses; thick black rims, square-ish shape. A little crooked since he’s had them for 6 years and doesn’t take care of them.

“They’re cute.” You say, watching him struggle to read the page in front of him. He shifts in his seat, cheeks splashed with red and pink. “Are you embarrassed? I’ve never seen you like this.” You tilt his face so he looks at you but he just averts his eyes.

“No. ‘M reading.”

“Right. Well I think they’re really cute. You look studious in them. Hot.”

This time, he looks up at you, marking the page with his thumb. “Stop lying.”

“Put them back on so I can see!” You reach for the glasses and he huffs, resting them on the end of his nose. You push them further up. “Be serious. You look really handsome.”

He looks up at you through his lashes and tries to hide a sweet smile, like he isn’t used to being complimented like this.

He feels weird, too. Submissive and small as you run your hand through his hair.

“Your eyes look so pretty.” Your thumb swipes across the top of his cheek, down the bridge of his nose. Presses against his plush bottom lip. He whimpers.

“Thanks,” he begins. but your thumb stays there and he opens his mouth to let you in, swirling his tongue around the digit before lightly sucking.

“Spit in my hand.” You hold your palm under his chin and he rolls his eyes, almost unable to keep it together. You, being in charge. But he obliges, letting a fat glob of saliva pool in your hand.

Your other hand works to untie his sweatpants and he just looks at you slack jawed because he didn’t know he would like this. Being praised and being doted on like this.

You palm him over his boxers before taking him out. Coo in his ear about how he should wear his glasses more often and they’re slipping down his nose because he’s looking at how you stroke his cock, his own spit making him slick. Hips jerking as you kiss him sweetly. He cums in two minutes, coating your knuckles and whimpering your name and now you rarely see him without his glasses. <3

#patrick zweig smut

I’m going to freak out I want to go home

go see obsession!! it’s insane

I should this weekend if it’s still in theaters!!

going to cum everytime i see your profile pic now THANK YOU

😛hottest any man has ever looked btw

The concept of Patrick wearing glasses but he’s extremely embarrassed about needing them even though he looks really hot in them

stepbro!patrick

#😮

I really want to see Patrick testing how far obsessive!reader would go for him…

This is toxic but patrick convincing obsessive!reader to make a sex tape with him…

“Are you going to leak it or something?” You look up at him; you’re on your knees in front of him, lip caught between your teeth as you move to unzip his jeans.

He strokes your hair, knowing how much you fucking love this. To be at his mercy, his little pet, in a way. “Maybe, maybe not.”

You don’t love the idea, but you love patrick. And you’d do anything for him. You told him so last week when you let him fuck your ass for the first time. Told him you’d kill for him. You’d ruin your life for him. This is kind of synonymous, right?

Patrick says he won’t put his face in it; he doesn’t want that stain on his reputation. Plus, it’s not as if he has distinctive markings or tattoos. It’s perfect.

“But my face will be in it?” You rest your head by Patrick’s knee as he gathers your hair in his hand.

“Yeah.” As if that’s all there is to it. He just wants to know how serious you are—that you’d really do anything for him. “Let’s do it right now, yeah?”

You furrow your eyebrows and think, but Patrick knows you don’t like to appear like you’re disagreeing with him. You really try to be easy for him, in more ways than one.

“Hm, okay.”

And Patrick is quick to get his phone out, recording you as you shift nervously on your toes, knees wobbly on the uneven rug in his room. “Take your clothes off.”

You’re quick to pull your shirt over your head but patrick shakes his head and sucks his teeth.

“Slow down.” Grabs your jaw and gives you a stern look that of course, the camera can’t see.

So he films this awkward intermission—you nervous yet clearly intent on being good listener. Nipples pert from the air conditioning, hair messy from Patrick toying with you, moving you how he wants you. He’s degrading you, making you look like a whore.

Slapping his cock on your tongue and telling you to open wide, to let the spit fall from your mouth and leak down your chin. He shoves his dick into your mouth far enough to make your eyes water before he slides himself back out. Rubs his tip on your lips and tells you to suck on his balls if you want to make him happy.

Your cheeks are splotchy and mascara is running down them and you’re almost cross-eyed as you stare at his cock. You love this, in a way.

“Good fucking girl.” He coos as you fill your mouth with his balls. It’s the random praise that makes you so crazy for him; maybe he’ll do it multiple times in one day, maybe you won’t get any for a month. It’s all up to him. So all you can do is your best, pushing your tits out and smiling big while he films you being his disgusting little slut—his words.

Soon, he’s throbbing in your mouth so he lifts you onto his bed and sets his camera up on his nightstand. Rams his cock into you and taunts you for being so fucking wet.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so easy.” His eyes almost scare you. There’s a glint of something in them that seems new—or maybe you just never noticed. Maybe it’s how you look to him when you’re begging for him; crazed and needy. A wild animal.

You whimper and dig your heels into his ass so he goes faster, deeper. And up to now he was strategic about his positioning so he wouldn’t be caught on camera. But right now he wants to cum and he’s scared because he thinks he maybe loves you or maybe it’s because his cock is buried inside you. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t care that the camera can see him now as he leans forward to spit on your tongue, his necklace tapping against your chin.

#patrick zweig smut #obsessive!reader

okay so i’m back from seeing obsession I BEG FOR MORE OBSESSED READER IM BEGGING does any one want to share ideas with the class☺️

wait yeah because I’m having trouble thinking of specifics so any ideas would be greatly appreciated 🤲🤲🤲🤲

#I also want to see obsession super bad but I’m scare

https://www.tumblr.com/zweiginator/791909706043179008/okay-bear-with-me-because-i-fucking-suck-at

I still think about this 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

FORGOT ABOUT THIS

And what if it’s years later, his sister is getting married to some guy he’s only met twice and you just a few times more. You’re not nearly as close as you were that summer, possibly, you posited, because she had a suspicion that by August you were there more so for her brother. And she’s not wrong.

So you’re surprised that you’re invited to the wedding. And god— you try so hard not to let your mind wander about patrick. You hadn’t seen him since a falling out that summer; Patrick tearing your fingers away from his belt because he met someone and he was serious about her. As if he could never be serious about you.

Plus, you’re dating a great guy and it’s almost comical how different he is from Patrick. He’s sweet and doting and was the one who begged to make things official with you. He’s intentional and came from a very stable upbringing. He’s blonde.

you feel guilty when you RSVP because you know that your main motivation to go is not to celebrate your friend at all. And, when you walk into the wedding venue, it’s clear patrick has no idea you’d be attending.

He’s taller than you remember, maybe because of his shoes. It’s clear he hasn’t shaven in a few days but it fails to look unkempt with him. No matter what, he always looks good. Especially when he’s wearing a freshly pressed tux and you can tell just you being there has gotten under his skin. Made him itch.

And better yet, the girl he left you for is on his arm. Slender, beautiful, and oh so agreeable. Not a piece of work like you.

The whole night you share not-so-inconspicuous glances. Patrick’s jaw ticks as he swallows drink after drink, cheeks increasingly flushed. Frustration, maybe. You do the same, throwing in a few eye rolls for good measure. And part of you wishes you’d taken your boyfriend just not to give him the satisfaction of assuming you’re still single after all this time. But all of you knows exactly why you didn’t bring him.

Because it’s almost midnight and patrick kisses his girlfriends—no fiancé’s—cheek. A clear lie that he’s going to excuse himself. But he waltzes right over to you and crooks his finger toward you. And just like you six years ago, you follow his every command. Which you wish you wouldn’t because it’s fucking humiliating how much power he has over you—and he knows it. He scoffs at how easy it is.

“Since when are you and my sister still friends?” Patrick pushes his hair back and looks behind him to make sure nobody is there.

“I’m just as surprised to be here, trust me.”

“Still single?” Patrick fingers the gold band he’s wearing and you want to fucking punch him.

“No. He couldn’t come.” A lie. “Looks like you finally found the guts to settle. She’s pretty—I give you a year, maybe two. But I’m sure you’ll knock her up easily. You’ve done that before, right?”

Patrick’s smirk falls into a frown because he confided in his sister that he got a fling pregnant and she was not supposed to tell you.

“shut up.” He takes a swig of his drink before setting it down on a small table nearby. “You think you’re so fucking cute. Wearing the tightest dress imaginable too. Probably because you assumed I’d be here?”

“Right, because everything is about you. And for you. You’re the most conceited fucking person I’ve ever met.”

“Ironic coming from you. Remember when you slapped me for not fucking you after I met my fiancé? As if me meeting someone was the most offensive blow to your ego.” Patrick’s hand has clamped onto your arm and you hate that it sends a shiver down your spine.

“You’re the one who came over to talk to me. I wasn’t going to even come up to you tonight. What’s in the past is in the past right? It’s been six years, patrick. And you’re still thinking about me?”

Patrick releases his bottom lip from between his teeth and leans in to whisper in your ear. “And if it were six years ago, I would take you to that bathroom and fuck this attitude right out of you and you’d love every second. Beg for my cum, for me to stay. Just like the last time I saw you. Too bad, huh?”

You pry his hand off your arm and walk away, because god—you don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

#patrick zweig smut

https://www.tumblr.com/zweiginator/818269803625234432/2-people-got-shot-on-my-street-right-next-to-my

what a fucking idiot😭

I ripped that shit off SO fast like hello ???

https://www.tumblr.com/zweiginator/818184524486885376/situationship-patrick-away-on-tour-so-they

my ask eeeeeeeek

not trying to add to it rn just wanted to let you know that that was genuine perfection and EXACTLY what i was imagining 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

thank uuuu this fed me good

that ask was jaw dropping like YOU fed me good

situationship patrick away on tour so they facetime one night and you bring up how your favorite pair of good luck panties (agent provocateur lace you splurged on after passing a tough class) have gone missing, whining and pouting, talking about how expensive they were, knowing damn well he stole them out of your laundry basket.

you play him like fiddle, just giggling when he finally confesses because now he actually feels kinda bad. you calls him a nasty perv, making him take the lace into his mouth before he wraps the fabric around his throbbing dick, jerking off into them on facetime while you berate him (your own hand has been down your pants since he picked up the phone)

and this completely changing the dynamic between you two because before he left he really was convincing himself he was pulling the strings. that him being the more dominant one in the bedroom meant he called the shots which makes his afraid-of-commitment self feel very secure. safe. but then he leaves and he’s across the country for a month straight and he misses you. tries to hook up with another girl his second night there and he has to apologize because he just can’t get it up for her.

he’s so desperate and tries to convince himself that it’s completely normal, too, that he shoved a pair of your blush pink lace panties into his pocket the last time he fucked you. a going away present of sorts. that’s what you called the sex, so who cares if Patrick took a souvenir with him. it was cheeky fun, nothing more.

you call him one night when you know he’ll surely be in bed and you confront him about the panties.

“those were like $100 alone, Patrick. did you take them?”

patrick feels himself grow hot. a strange tang of disgust enters his mouth and pools in the pit of his stomach—why do you need them? “why do you think I’d take them?”

“because I wore them the last time we saw each other.” you’re blunt; you already know he has them. you’ve looked absolutely everywhere.

Patrick flips his camera to show them lying in his duffel bag, right on top of his boxers, neatly folded.

“you’re a fucking creep, you know that?”

patrick has a smirk on his face as if to say and what about it?

“Do you smell them while you touch yourself or something?”

you’re usually pretty tame when it comes to dirty talk, so patrick is surprised by how blunt you’re being.

“are you mad at me or something? you need them for tonight?” patrick rubs his cock through his pants to ease the tension.

“I’m not mad at you.” you sigh. “I just think you’re kind of pathetic.” you don’t know where this confidence came from, to talk like this. when patrick is usually the one fucking you into the mattress, calling you a slut and spitting on the side of your face. maybe you just wanted to try it for a change. and you would stop—except Patrick’s pupils are blown wide and you can tell he’s trying to hide the face that he likes this.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles. “I won’t touch them if that makes you feel better.” he can’t really tell what your true feelings are; do you like this or are you actually disgusted with him?

“No, pick them up. you obviously brought them for a reason. maybe you should show me what your plan was.”

So patrick shows you them in his hand, all crumpled up. He lets a glob of his spit soak the fabric before wrapping it around his dick, and god—you’ve never seen him so hard before. he’s red and throbbing; every ridge of him looks painful and angry with arousal. like he could burst any second.

“you’re disgusting, you know that?”

And patrick whines, humping his fist, hips rutting so the underside of his cock is massaged by the soft lacy fabric, still soaked with your scent.

“fuck, yeah. I’m a piece of shit, aren’t I?”

you see his thigh muscles clench as he slows down a bit, not wanting to spoil his orgasm. patrick notices how intently you’re looking at his cock, the contrast of the angry red partially eclipsed by the pretty baby pink, soaked with spit and pre-cum.

and you’ve never heard sounds like these come from your patrick. desperate whimpers and whines, gasps for air like he can’t get enough in his lungs. eventually, he sets his phone up on his nightstand so you can see his face too—sheathed in sweat, jugular vein pulsing and mouth hung open as he stares at you. he knows you’re touching yourself, but that he’s been a bad boy. he won’t get to see it.

“You’re such a piece of shit.” You agree. “everyone knows it too. how much of a slut you are. and you think you’re this big hot shot but here you are fucking a pair of panties because you can’t get any. begging me to cum just by the look on your face.”

Patrick is about to black out just from how mean you’re being and he didn’t even realize how fast he’s been fucking into the lace in his hands but now he’s about to cum and he lets out the most pathetic fuck before he spurts all over your underwear. and maybe, just to prove to yourself that he’d do anything for you, you make him suck it out of the fabric.

#patrick zweig smut

jordiemeow

gonna need you to elaborate on dentist patrick please

18+ mdni

idk his fingers in ur mouth is just so!!!

leather creaking behind you as the chair reclines, the overhead lamp blinding you in its sterile glow. patrick leans over you, latex gloves snapping into place. his dark curls fall loose over his forehead, shadows cutting over the sharp line of his cheekbones. a mask might've made this look professional, but he doesn't bother. he doesn't need to. there's a metal tray sitting untouched at his side. at one point, you caught a glimpse of him reaching for a tool, only to change his mind and brush it aside.

instead, he rests his knuckles lightly against your cheek, tracing down until the pads of his gloved fingers press at the corner of your mouth. if you didn't know any better, you'd think his goal was to be slow and teasing. "don't worry," he says, voice pitched low and coaxing. "i'll be gentle."

zweiginator

EEEEEKK

#I love this

No but why is being cucked by Patrick so hot to me

patrick fucking you slow and deep while your boyfriend watches and he should be jealous and insecure that youre way more vocal with Patrick but he’s so turned on because Patrick is just that magnetic. he’s just so pleasing to look at. your body reacts immediately, eyebrows knitting together, fingers yanking at Patrick’s hair. knows he should be taking notes but he realizes he’ll never be able to fuck you like that.

#patrick zweig smut

perpetualfortitude

splooging all over the screen

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