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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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But like imagine obsessed!reader does like those witch love spells on Patrick she found from like reddit. He maybe finds out about it when he finds a crumpled up paper that’s just filled with his name under her pillow and it has blood on it or smth

your college class got canceled last minute so now you’re knocking on his office door wearing the shortest summer dress known to man carrying lunch (paid by him ofc), calling out “mr zweig?” in a ridiculously sweet high pitched voice before opening the door for your surprise entering. he immediately sends everyone else out, pretending to be soo exhausted and drowning in work, giving you a ridiculous pout before you finally offer to make it better by letting him bend you over his desk, your panties long gone under the dress, cava bowl’s forgotten in the paper bag, tan, big, veiny hand clasped over your mouth, eyes rolling into the back of your head

big exec older!patrick who is a scary boss and in charge of a lot of big decisions but you’re his light and his soft spot. seeing you makes his heart beat faster and his dick jump in his extremely expensive starched trousers. he could be right in the middle of a meeting and he’ll send everyone out just because he makes eye contact with you as you “stop by” for lunch. wearing a teensy little sundress with a bikini underneath because you were getting some sun before this.

says cheesy stuff like “what did I do to deserve this?” As he’s untying your string bikini top and pushing your dress up so he can run his thumb over your clit. pushes that same thumb into your mouth and tells you to be quiet for him but he makes it hard to on purpose—pushing in all at once and angling his hips just right so he hits that spot inside you that knocks the wind out of you.

when he lets you buy a fuck ton of lingerie with his credit card because you’ve been pouty and bored and now he’s sitting on his couch sipping a drink while you’re trying everything on for him, beckoning you closer, giving your ass a love tap or telling you to spin while you’re all giggly and giddy from his attention and the post-shop rush

after what feels like the tenth pair of lace and silk he decides this is his favorite set and fucks you on his posh Persian carpet slow and deep whispering filthy praise while you pull on his salt and pepper hair, heels digging into his ass to push him deeper, spurring him on by calling him “old man” and “rusty” between soft sweet moans just because you want need him to go faster

him making you spin and whistling when he sees your ass in the tiniest pink lace thong. tits bouncing in a lace trimmed bra. he tells you to give him a show; he spent a fortune on you, after all. beckons you to straddle his lap and his hand splays across your back, groaning as your ass settles on his erection. he’s still dressed from work and you unbutton his crisp blue button down, fingers trailing down his chest and to his belt.

tells you to quit with the teasing as he pins your wrists behind your back, leading you down onto his plush carpet as he pushes his pants down just enough to free his cock. your back arches up as he slides inside of you, your moans visceral. nails scratching down his back. his hands cupping your ass to fuck himself deeper. mutters about how your pussy does him in, so wet for him, fucking soaking him.

she’s just soo needy and horny all the time..calls him when hes away at work or traveling or whatever to get off over the phone. constantly sends nudes and dirty texts.

he’d complain about being exhausted if he this wasn’t the youngest he’s felt in a decade

one night youre watching tv together on the couch, you stretch out like a cat and “accidentally” put your bare feet into his lap and hes immediately staring at their soft smooth perfection, using them to get off, rubbing them over his clothed tented crotch while you’re both pretending to watch whatever is on. afterwards he gives a you a tiny bit of praise calling your feet pretty nonchalantly and immediately moving on but now you have a pedicure appointment every six weeks and he wants em in his face that same night

yes him passively rubbing his cock against your pretty feet. Erection firm on the soles of your feet and he’s rolling his hips to feel more friction. soft fucks tumbling from his mouth. you’re trying to watch a reality show you suggested, and you pretend to pay attention to it, but you’re hiding back a smirk because you feel him getting harder, hear his breaths catch in his throat because he’s about to cum in his pants just from your feet rubbing up and down his length.

he doesn’t even acknowledge it happened, other than a quick

“I like the pedicure”

Obsessed reader needing Patrick’s dick so bad she is going to insane lengths. like he fucked her once a few weeks ago because he was tipsy and his already loose inhibitions were gone and he figured why not. but now you’re so desperate for him it makes you sick. and patrick ignores your texts because you’re so needy and it’s scaring him but it’s getting harder because you’re really fucking hot and the way you whined for him and told him your pussy was his made him cum embarrassingly quick.

so maybe one more time won’t hurt and he can just let you down easy and that will be that!! Patrick dryly tells you to come over and you’re there in less than 10 minutes with a skimpy skirt on and your hair all pretty. as if you were waiting for him to cave.

patrick doesn’t want any of the small talk or build up—he’s quick to cup your cheek and kiss you. it’s messy and harsh; tongue almost sharp in your mouth. your hand pulls at his collar and you beg to see him. his perfect body. patrick almost feels flustered. Speechless in a way that feels new to him. he pulls his shirt off and your eyes visibly widen, hand falling to his waistband to fumble with his belt.

“I want your cock.”

patrick whines as you yank his zipper down. you’re insatiable for him and he hates that he’s reacting the way he is. falling right into your trap. The perfect set up.

“Jesus Christ.” patrick helps you unbuckle his belt and soon he’s naked in front of you and you’re on your knees in front of him, skirt riding up your thighs.

“you can use me, you know.” you promise, hand wrapping around his erection firmly. “you can do whatever you want to me.”

Patrick yanks your hair and makes you look at him. “maybe you can stop being insane. I’m already here you don’t need to impress me.” it’s difficult for him to stay composed, though, when you’re looking up at his cock like you’re in love with it—because really, you are. sucking and licking around his tip, pushing him to the back of your throat until you’re sputtering and gasping for air.

you may be on your knees but you’re in complete control of him. you have him right where you want him. weak, eyes fluttering shut as his hips twitch and he moans softly, just slightly fucking into your throat.

“shit.” he almost buckles over “c’mere.” Yanks you up by your wrist and lays you down on his bed, burying his cock inside you just as quickly as your fingers pull at his necklace.

you arch into every thrust, cunt tightening at each of his gasps heaving into your mouth.

“you’re so fucking wet.” Forehead pressed against yours and his hand squeezing your jaw. “Didn’t even touch you first.”

If i was obsessed reader pulling that shit id be locking my devices in a safe so he couldnt do it back. I dont need anyone talking to my parents and them getting back in contact. One rule for one and one rule for another. It would be crossing the line if patrick did that to "me" lmao