Someone Needs To Study The Science Behind Art Donaldson's Tits

my melody? :)

my melody: what is your dream job?

haha this is a difficult question.. im currently studying pre-med in order to be a pathologist!!

... but if i could have any job and knew i'd be successful.. i'd definitely wanna be a singer 😭 ive been in choir since ive been in elementary school and singing really does give me joy!! thank you for asking!!! <3

the urges to write things that are extremely self indulgent are getting stronger by the second...

you showed up after work, im bathin' your body/touch you in places only i know

art wipes the sweat from his brow, satisfied with temperature currently in the sauna. he flexes his shoulders, muscles relaxing with the heat. art quickly feels himself getting a little too warm, wrapping his towel loosely around his waist and stepping out of the sauna with a sigh of relief. art runs his fingers through his hair, pulling the wet strands away from his face. he sits down on the bench next to his locker mustering his energy to go shower and rinse the sweat off of his body. he flinches slightly when a hand is placed on his shoulder, relaxing when he looks up and sees your face. "how'd you get in here?" art questions you, not mad that you're here. "just pretended i was going to the women's locker.. you told me you would be the only one here today so i thought id come surprise you.." you lean down, kissing the heated skin of his shoulder, admiring the freckles that are scattered over his back. art stands up, dropping his towel on the ground and holding out his hand to you, "come shower with me?"

you're wet and you're warm just like our bathwater/can we make love before you go?

you get up and follow him into the shower room, smiling up at him as he turns the faucet on, shivering at the first droplets of cold water before it turns warm. art rests his head on your shoulder, running his hands down your wet skin. "glad you're here.." he mumbles into your skin, slowly starting to rock his hips into the small of your back. "please can i.." art snakes his arm towards your stomach, moving it down to cup your cunt, nimble fingers trying to swirl around your clit. you moan, tipping your head back onto his shoulder behind you. nodding, you help art guide himself into you, whining at the stretch as art grips your hips so tight he may leave bruises in the shape of his hands. he shudders when he presses himself fully into you, balls smushed up against you in a way that makes you moan and back your hips into him. "you're so fuckin' warm.." he groans into you, obviously exhausted after a long day of practice but you can tell this is what he needs, moving his hips quickly and sharply into you. art moves your body for you, almost using you for his own pleasure, but you don't mind, happy to just have him holding you in the warm rinse of the shower.

the way you say my name makes me feel like im that -/but im still unemployed

"art.." you moan his name, almost feeling like it's being punched out of you with the strength of his thrusts, knowing that if someone even peeked into the locker room they would be able to hear what was going on. you try to hold onto him as best you can, with both of you sliding against each other with the water making your skin slick. art gathers himself enough that he's able to rub at your cit again, and the feeling of his fingers, his cock, his body lean and strong behind you and the water.. it's almost too much. it’s so much stimulation that you find yourself unable to stop your orgasm from crashing over the edge and art is right behind you, pumping ropes of his cum into you and fucking it back in even after he’s got nothing left to give. he doesn’t stop until there’s a creamy ring at the base of his cock and it’s leaking out all over the inside of your thighs, quickly getting washed into the drain. you look behind you and art is almost pouting, sad that evidence of all his hard work went, literally, down the drain. you lean up to kiss him softly, smiling against his lips. "cmon art, ill make it up to you" art matches your smile as you lower your knees to the tiled floor of the shower <3

umm wtf how have i never seen this mike video before 😭😭

PLEASE SEND ME ASKS I'M BEGGING... im working on a long-ish fic rn but in the mean time i don't wanna leave u guys with nothing 💔💔

i need reader and art so desperate for each other, to the point where they’re fighting about who is going to give head first so they settle for 69 🤭

RAHHH THIS IS SUCH A HOT IDEA

art is definitely such a giver, and he's absolutely the type of person to feel bad about asking you for things.. even if he's rock hard and drooling just thinking about being in your mouth :(

and also he's so silly, he doesn't even realize that you want to give him what he wants.. that getting him off makes you feel good too :( but you have a plan!! you know he's been wanting you to sit on his face for like.. forever.. so you lower yourself down onto him, placing your hands to brace yourself on his stomach, letting him nuzzle against you <3

he loses himself in the taste of you, giving you room to slip the band of his underwear down below his pretty balls, you almost drool.. his pink cock is twitching with desperation, dripping pre cum down the length.. when you finally pop him into your mouth he whines, practically moans into you.. the vibrations going straight into your core <3

arts head is in the clouds, his eyes fluttering closed as his mouth and lips work only faster and stronger against you, eating you out like his life depends on it, trying to stop his hips from bucking up into your mouth but he can't help it :( and he almost moans again when you start rocking your hips onto his face, he loves when you use him for your own pleasure.. he's a sucker for you.. and you're both so in tune with each other than of course you cum at the same time <33

art x volleyball player reader guys!!! need him to watch them in awe as they go to serve or receive the ball, or just him looking at their ass in those shorts 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ (me because I play volleyball)

noooo omg i used to play volleyball and it was so fun so this is amazing..

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i think that patrick definitely convinced art to come watch a match, i feel like art isn't a big sports fan even though he plays tennis (hypocritical i know), he just gets bored so easy!! so art wasnt expecting much from the volleyball game, but when you and your team entered the gym to loud cheers and claps, arts eyes instantly drift to you, watching as you wave to friends in the crowd with a wide smile on your face <3

patrick tries to talk to art during the game but art just nods and says "yeah", he just can't take his eyes off of you!! he's absolutely mesmerized by the way you can serve the ball, jumping and hitting it over the net with such accuracy that it makes art practically swoon! and.. he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the way your ass looked in those tight athletic shorts you wear.. <3

after the game was over (you won by spiking the ball over the net easily) art almost slipped and fell down the bleachers to get to talk to you, he has a silly grin on his face and he's flushed, almost reminding you of a young fan meeting their favorite singer! he stuttered cutely over his words but eventually he was able to ask for your number, immediately sending you a sweet text about how well you played, and admiring how hard the sport seemed, since he's really only ever played tennis. from then on, you can count on seeing arts smiling face in the stands at every game (even the away games), he's definitely a member of your fanclub <3

Hi, this is my first question. Could you do college Art with a ballet dancer girlfriend?

college! art donaldson x ballet dancer! reader (headcanons, sfw & nsfw)

sfw:

- you first bump into him on your way to an early class, your big duffle bag partly obscuring your view, causing you to run into another person with a huge bag as well. art, the gentleman, helps you pick up your stuff, noticing the ballet shoes and tights in your bag, but before he can say anything about it, you stride to your class, obviously in a hurry.

- art quickly figures out that the route back to his dorm takes him right in front of your classroom, the large windows letting him watch you gracefully twirl and arabesque in front of the tall mirrors, your face focused on keeping your moves clean and precise. art tries his best not to linger long, not wanting to look like a creep spying on the class, but he definitely slows down in front of your class every day to catch more glimpses of you.

- as the year goes on, you see art more and more, seeing him enough to feel comfortable shooting him a smile or a little wave when you see him on your walk to class. you don't know he's keeping an eye on you during your classes, but knowing he plays tennis, you have pushed yourself to go to some games, taking time to learn when arts playing, usually it's doubles with a dark haired boy, but you prefer when he's playing alone.

- maybe you're just trying to find more in common with him, but you do truly think he would make a good ballet dancer, even though he's aggressive on the court, there's a certain gracefullness that he has when he plays, even his serve with his arms up in the air looks like he's in 5th position, his face focused before he hits the ball and flits around the court.

- one day, while waving to the crowd after a game winning hit, art sees you, catching your eye, hes obviously shocked, you didn't seem like the type to like tennis.. and he hopes you just came to watch him play, and he tries to catch your eye again every time he has a chance, while he's packing his rackets, while he's doing an interview and any other second he can find to admire you.

- at the next game, art is on a mission to talk to you, leaving his student interview early to rush after you, weaving through the crowd of people to look for you. he taps on multiple people's shoulders, mistaking them for you until he finally recognizes the signature large duffel bag you aways carry.

- youre surprised when you turn around and see him, his taller figure looming over you. "hi.. um i saw you in the crowd" he says. you smile, happy that he finally reached out. "youre art right? you played really well today.. i don't know much about tennis but you're a great player" you compliment him and his ears flush a pretty pink. art looks down "thank you.. that means a lot.. i mean you're a great dancer, ive seen you in class before" he says, not mentioning that he was purposely watching you every time he could.

- yet again, you have to rush off to your class, but this time you give art your number, immediately texting him after class. art is sweet, he texts you whenever he can, asking questions about ballet and your classes and everything in between, little do you know, arts remembering every little thing, trying to show you that he cares. he manages to learn that you're having a recital soon, cancelling practice that night to make sure he's free.

- when that night comes around, art sits with a pretty bouquet of flowers in his lap, watching you, absolutely enamored by your sense of balance and rhythm, the tap of your pointe shoes on the stage almost hypnotizing him. art waits for you backstage, holding out the flowers for you and showering you in compliments. you kiss him that night, smiling when he immediately asks you to be his girlfriend. you nod, and the rest is history.

- one word to describe art is "sweetheart". he truly is the sweetest, and you bet he'd pretty much do anything you ask him to. he always brings you snacks and water after class, now that he can actually sit and watch you practice without seeming weird. one of his favorite activities to do with you is stretch out with you, the exercise helping both of you prepare for your sports, art definitely isn't as flexible as you, but you like to tease him by touching your toes and watching him topple and fall over trying, but honestly, art doesn't care, the laugh you let out is worth the small embarrassment.

nsfw:

- it's never a surprise when your little stretching sessions turn into something else with art.. but he can't help himself, the way your body bends is just so alluring to him, and he offers to help you relax, his thumbs rubbing circles into your muscles, feeling you relax under him.

- art treats you like glass, like you could break at any second, he never squeezes you too hard, or manhandles you too roughly, despite how much he may want to. he never likes to fuck you in positions where he can't see your face, he relies on your expressions to see if you're in pain, and he loves the faces you make when you feel good, much different to your serious face when dancing. (the only exception is when he fucks you in prone bone, he likes the position cuz he loves to feel so close to you).

- art definitely has a hard time understanding guys who say they would never eat a woman out.. it's his favorite thing to do for you! sometimes you have to push his head out of your thighs, he's just so eager to help you relive your stress, and it helps him too, sometimes he's so calm when he does it that he lays his head on your inner thigh and falls asleep.

- art is absolutely the type of guy who feels bad asking for things from you, so you don't give him oral very often, even though you argue that it's just as pleasurable for you as it is for him, he usually says no. however, when art is nervous for a game, there's no better way to get him to relax than sucking on his pretty cock, letting your fingers dance around the sensitive skin around his hips, while your lips close around his pink tip (almost the same color as your new ballet shoes).

- art is... loud. louder than any guy you've ever been with, and you'd never tell it to his face, but if you weren't in the room with him, youd think that it was a girl that was moaning and whining, instead of art. he tends to babble when he's inside of you, not filtering his words like he always does, mostly just whines of, "oh god... youre so warm..", "you look so pretty.. youre so pretty.." and "gonna take care of you.. im here im right here.."

- as for aftercare, art takes the lead most of the time, grabbing a warm cloth immediately and wiping you off, his touch gentle and soft. plus, sleeping skin to skin is his favorite way of sleeping with you, so usually you both just fall asleep right away. (sometimes it leads to a second round cuz art just can't stop his hips from rutting into your soft thighs <3).

day 15: begging <3 (aka what i think art says during sex)

"you smell so good. how do you always smell so good"

"just use me.. please just use me i only wanna make y' feel good.."

"i’m sorry.. i’m sorry, it’s just- fuck.. god, you’re so tight-"

"so good.. so good.. i love your pussy, fuck - thank you - thank you"

"fuck it feels s' good.. hold my hand, please"

“ah..ah..ah feels so good, oh god. ‘m not gonna— fuck, not gonna last long.”

"i need it, i need it s' bad.. please lemme have it.."

"can I cum.. please, fuck, i need it, need it.. you.. fuck, please?"

“can i please? oh god, please, i need to come, i wanna come for you.."

“is this good? am i doing good?”

“i love you, i love you, i adore you, i need you.. don’t leave me”

"'m sorry, im cumming inside you, im cumming, im so sorry.." <3

going on a date today... quite nervous but when i get home i will write all my feelings away <33