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day 6: with toys <3

art is the type of guy to get heartbroken when you use toys.. arguing that it makes him feel like he isn't enough for you. it takes time for him to understand that toys only help you feel better, and now, art doesn't see toys as his enemies but as his partners in your pleasure.

a quiet buzz fills the room as you squirm on your bed. arts mouth is currently attached to your cunt, his hands skillfully holding your vibrator to your clit. no matter how much you toss and turn with the pleasure pulsing through your body, art doesn't stop. you take your fingers through his hair, pulling on the soft curls, making him whine into you. you can't see it, but arts hips are humping into the mattress, rubbing his sticky tip into the sheets. art can feel you clenching around his tongue, practically making out with your pussy. the more he pushes the vibrator on you, the faster he fucks into the mattress.

the vibrations make you clench over and over, lifting up your hips into his mouth. waves of pleasure wash over you, becoming more and more intense until you cant take it anymore, bucking your hips up into the vibrator, but quickly making you feel overstimulated. you push the vibrator away as arts head flops between your legs, soft sighs coming out of his mouth as he paints the mattress white with cum. art thinks that he definitely understands why you like using toys so much now <3

art kissing all over your face really happy clingy like puppy vibes when you come home cause he missed you so much

ugh yes..

i fully believe in house husband art.. just cleaning and cooking and working out while you're off at your high paying job.. the only downside to this arrangement is that art is left home alone with nothing else to do but think about you all day :( you'd never tell him that you really do think of him like a cute little puppy, trailing after you everywhere, brushing up against your hand so you'll play with his hair, and giving you wet kisses when you come home after an awfully long day..

he always is anxiously waiting by the door when you're 30 seconds later than you usually arrive home, his mind reeling from all the "what ifs" and worst possible case scenarios, but once he hears your keys jingle outside the door, he's elated. he looks you up and down to see if you're alright (you always are) and then wraps his arms around you tightly, kissing all over your cheeks and nose and forehead, rambling about how much he missed you all day and what he made you for dinner and how he hopes you like it because you've been working so hard all week..

yes.. house husband art is very real to me <3

day 5: "bend over" <3

art loves the feeling of your hands on him. no matter if you're holding his hand, caressing his hair, rubbing his back, or.. stroking his dick.

art is currently sitting on the edge of your bed, hands fisting the sheets and legs trembling as you kiss him. your fingers work against his pulsing dick, one hand cradling the back of his head, the other hand between the two of your heated bodies. art can't stop the trembling of his legs, feeling as if he's standing on jello. he whines, alerting you to his subtle discomfort. you give him a peck before ordering him, "bend over"

arts eyes widen before he complies, supporting himself on his elbows as he pretty much presents himself to you, back arched, pretty blue eyes looking back at you. you kneel behind him and spread him open, making art hide his face in the bed in embarrassment. you lean forward to lick at his balls, firm and throbbing and tensing with arousal. while you nose at his perineum your hand comes to tug at his dick, wet with his precum that is drooling out of his swollen tip.

arts moans are muffled by the mattress, his back bowing with pleasure that's almost too much for him to take. he practically screams when you take him into your mouth, swallowing around him to finish him off. arts head is still in the mattress but you can hear him moan out for you, "'m cumminggg.. it's gonna b' so much 'm sorry" and he's right of course, cum quickly fills your mouth with the slightly salty taste.

he gets overstimulated immediately, squirming to get out of your hold. you let him get up and face you again and art eagerly leans down and kisses you, sighing when he tastes his own cum on your tongue. what a pervert <3

day 3: blowjob <3

art doesn't claim to know what heaven feels like, but he thinks it feels a lot like this.

from the second he got home to you, he's been clinging onto you like a puppy. art always gets this way after a long day without seeing you. he won't get back to normal until he's satisfied with the amount of time he's spent around you. at first it's quite innocent, kissing your cheek and grabbing at your arms, before it turns more sexual.

very quickly, art starts trying to grind up against you, his dick almost painfully hard under his jeans. "p-please touch me.. missed you all day.." art is unashamedly whining in your ear, getting louder when you reach between your bodies and cup his bulge, and you can practically feel him throbbing under his pants. you smile, running your fingers through the short soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

you can tell that art is becoming increasingly worked up, so you take the lead and move to the couch, watching him sit and spread his legs for you as you kneel on the carpet in front of him. you lean up and kiss him sloppily and unzip his jeans, pulling them down his legs. art breaks the kiss and tips his head back, feeling you run your hands down his milky thighs.

art moves forward to the edge of the couch, watching with adoration as you take him into your mouth. you look up at him as you place a soft kiss on his tip, the taste of salty pre-cum lingering on your lips. you put your hands on his thighs as you take him all the way down your throat, swallowing when he hits the back of it. art gasps when he feels your throat spasming around him, "fffuck- fuck youre s' warm.. 'm g gonna melt-" you hum around him in response, causing another whine and shiver from art.

you move your head faster, as art tries his best not to grip onto your head and fuck himself into your mouth. you take him out of your mouth for a second, resting your cheek on his inner thigh as you stroke him with your hand, taking extra time to swipe your thumb over his leaking tip. and what sends art truly over the edge is when you lower your head to lick at his slightly fuzzy balls, warm and pulsing and full of cum, just for you. nuzzling your face into him, you take the hand that isn't stroking him and press two fingers behind his balls. "n- no 'm gonna cum if you do that.."

you continue and look up at him again, watching pretty tears run down his face as he thrashes under you. "g-gonna cum- ohhhh god 'm cumming ffuck.." you wrap your mouth around him at the last minute, art's cum flooding your mouth, enough that you have to swallow once before he's done. once he is, you slowly pull him out of your mouth, placing another kiss on his tip. art is so gone after his orgasm that he can only repeat one phrase- "thank you.. thank you.." <3

she's so relatable i fear

day 2: new positions <3

art has never been adventurous. he's always been the one to reel in other people, to make sure that they're being cautious. art is a chronic overthinker, at any point in time whether he's just staying into space he's constantly thinking about everything that could go wrong. so imagine his surprise when you asked him to try something new.

you're actually at the dinner table when you ask, so infatuated with watching art across the table that the question just slips out, "could we try a new position tonight?" art pauses his eating immediately, chewing slowly before swallowing and answering. "like- like for sex?" art isn't stupid, he knows you're talking about a sex position, but he doesn't think he can ever remember having sex with someone that wasn't in missionary. you nod, taking pleasure in the flush creeping across his face. "can i think about it?" art asks, obviously afraid of saying the wrong thing.

later, when you're laying in bed, watching him brush his teeth in the bathroom, you finally get your answer. art walks over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed and fidgeting with his fingers. "i wanna try a new position" he looks at you expectantly, wanting you to take the lead. and you do so, gladly.

art lets you practically manhandle him into the position you like, watching you with hooded eyes. he's already painfully hard, and he has been ever since dinner. he's red and leaking and everytime you touch him his dick jumps from excitement. you straddle his lap, smiling as his hips try to buck up into you. your weight on his lap is surprisingly arousing to him, but he doesn't do anything about it, waiting for you to lead him.

art is practically panting now, his chest heaving as you slip him inside of you, and art swears he sees stars. having you on top of him makes him feel like he's been having sex wrong all this time, he swears he can feel your movements better this way. you look down at him and his eyes are screwed shut and you feel his heart beating under your hands on his chest.

once art is able to focus again, he can't stop his base instincts to fuck up into you. he plants his feet on the mattress and wraps his arms tight around you, his biceps flexing against your back. and you let him have his way, pushing your head into his neck and biting there, drawing out a series of whines from arts mouth. you can feel his hips stuttering against you as he practically cries into your shoulder, pumping deep inside of you. and with art, he's never done quick, squirting inside you until he physically can't anymore.

you take his head out of your shoulder, looking at his teary eyes and wet lashes. and as always, art is insatiable. "can we try another one?" <3

day 1: undressing <3

the scent of vanilla filled your nose as you spread your lotion into your skin, rubbing the excess into your hands as you slip your sleep shorts on over your legs. tiredness clouds your eyes as you shut off the bathroom light, softly padding over to the bed. art is leaning up against the headboard, reading some nerdy book about tennis as you crawl into bed next to him.

art immediately puts his book down on the bedside table, crawling over to rest his head on your stomach, nuzzling against the exposed skin. he can't get enough of you, how you feel, how you smell, everything about you. art presses a soft kiss on your stomach, looking up at you with those baby blue eyes and you can't help but melt. his warm hands pull at your silk shorts, kissing the newly exposed skin on your hips.

art gently pulls your shorts off your legs, making his way back up to your chest, helping you sit up. he smoothes his hands over your shoulders, his fingers gently reaching under the hem of your sleep shirt. you raise your arms up, helping him pull off your shirt and attach his lips to your neck. arts hands caress your body as he makes his way back between your legs, placing a kiss right above your panties. art makes eye contact with you as he gently drags your panties down your legs, placing them on the pile with your other clothes. you reach down and run your fingers through arts hair as you place your head back on your pillow, watching as he disappears between your legs <3

love to keep me warm (art donaldson x fem! reader) 🧣❄

i love the winter weather/so the two of us can get together

the knock on your door isn't surprising. you stop the whisking of your cookie batter to open the door, met with art donaldson and his adorably ruddy cheeks. "hi" art says quietly, his breath creating a misty cloud in the chilly air. you usher him in, watching as he removes his fuzzy hat (given to him by you last year when you were briefly infatuated with knitting), his hair a little messy. you step forward and reach out for him, sweeping his blonde hair out of his face for him. art, ever shy, gives a small "thank you" <3

there's nothing sweeter, finer/when it's nice and cold

art is happy to help you sprinkle chocolate chips into the dough, popping a few into his mouth with a smile. he watches you put the cookies into the oven adoringly, trailing after you like a puppy when you make your way to the couch, laying next to you and finally relaxing as you lean your head against his shoulder, his nose filled with the scent of your sweet shampoo and the cookies currently baking in the oven <3

i can hold my baby closer to me/and collect the kisses that are due me

art smiles as you snuggle closer to him, wrapping a long arm around you as you both watch the window, looking outside at the fluffy snow that is starting to fall on the ground. it makes you cold just looking at it, and you shiver just a little. art can tell though, and he reaches and grabs one of the thick blankets on your couch, wrapping it around you both. this act of kindness warms your heart, inspiring you to pull his face closer to you and kiss him softly <3

i love the winter weather/'cause i got my love to keep me warm

art kisses you back, as always, following your lead and letting you take control. you're not interested in taking it further right now though, so you break the kiss, smiling at arts quiet whine when you do. you lay your head on arts chest, sighing when he wraps the blanket around your shoulders. art runs his fingers through your hair, making little curls with his finger. even as the weather becomes increasingly cold outside, you don't feel the chill at all, and you doubt you will ever again. all because you will always have arts love to keep you warm <3

art donaldson and cockwarming. like sometimes it’s sexual and sometimes it’s not, because he just loves you so much it’s the closest he could possibly get to you. like, i truly believe he’d bury himself in your skin if he could

UGHHH this is so cute!!!

yes i agree.. i truly believe that sometimes he comes home so exhausted and not even having energy to talk.. just shoving his face in your neck and letting out a needy whine..

you know him well enough to know exactly what he needs, guiding him to take a seat on the couch, straddling his lap as you place soft kisses on his neck, tangling your fingers in his blonde curls before helping him pull his pants down to his ankles, gently guiding his throbbing cock into your cunt..

art sighs, his body immediately relaxing under you, you start to move up and down, but art grips your hips so tight that you can't move.. and you look at him questioningly "i- it's weird but c-could you just not move? is just- you're so warm and.." art trails off, his eyes not meeting yours..

like art is definitely someone who jokes about wanting to live in your ribcage.. but he isn't really joking.. he just loves you so much that even being skin to skin isn't close enough.. but he'll settle for cock warming <3

art sucking on your tits casually like in the morning sorry is that weird or like art breeding kink like when you’re pregnant and lactating and it hurts what sorry ignore this if it’s weird bye bye have a good day 💖💝💝💓💓💖

no not weird at all 🎀🎀🎀

literally i agree with you sm.. like when art lived alone/with patrick, i FIRMLY believe that the corner of his pillow always had a wet spot from where he would suck on while he fell asleep, or even while he was just doing something on his phone or working on honework.

so when he gets into a relationship with someone where he can suck on their tits all the time... oh he's a goner!! art will literally suck on your tits any chance he gets, he literally cannot go to sleep without lifting up your top and suckling on you.

it gets even worse when you get pregnant.. you can't help but complain about how heavy and sore your chest is, but art is a good husband.. and he'll do anything to make you feel better, including expertly sucking the milk out of your swollen breasts (he just hopes you don't notice the raging boner in his pants.. he isn't sure how to explain that yet) <3

OR ART DONALDSON WHOS THE SAME

(relating to the last post)

YESS YOU GET IT

i think that art is different than patrick in the sense that he likes when you walk all over him because it's weirly comforting for someone to have that sense of control over him.. like there's nothing he likes more than you forcing your fingers down his throat while you ride him.. a reminder that he's truly and wholly yours.. patrick honestly likes it cuz he's just a slut for you 🤷‍♀️

pls send horny thoughts to my inbox i wanna talk to y'all 🙏

SANTA BABY (art donaldson x fem! reader)

the flurry of pure white snow outside your window caused your peaceful slumber to be cut short, the brightness of it peeking through your eyelids no matter how tightly you closed them. shifting in your cozy bed piled high with blankets, you see your husband art has not been affected by the growing blizzard outside, his chest rising and falling accompanied by soft snores.

arts body was warm, a stark contrast to the biting cold that was trying it's best to seep in through the windows. even in his sleep, art could sense your movement, removing his arm from under the blanket and reaching out for you. you can't help the smile that creeps onto your face as you interlace your fingers with his, watching his face relax back into peacefulness.

you find yourself able to fall asleep again, this time getting woken up by a pressure on your chest, causing your eyes to snap open before you recognize the familiar tuft of blond hair. the blond hair was, of course, connected to art, who was too busy pressing his head into your chest to notice that you've woken up. you raise your hand and run your fingers through his soft hair, causing art to startle.

"you're awake.." he mumbles, eyes threatening to fall closed. you smile, petting his hair gently. "i am" you say simply, the cloud of tiredness in your beginning to clear as you watch him become more awake as well. "what time is it?" art asks, trying to gauge the time of day by looking outside but the bright snow making it difficult. you grab your phone, turning it on to check, "it's like 11:30" you say, not surprised that you both slept in quite late. art hums, "let's just stay in bed all day.." he's only half joking, stretching out his legs and yawning before settling back into bed.

you giggle, rolling onto your side and looking at art, admiring the subtle lines and freckles on his face, brought out by the brightness in the room. art has flipped to lay on his stomach, his toned back now flexing as he moves his arms to stretch. you can't resist leaning forward and kissing his soft skin, trying to count the freckles scattered across his back like stars. "shouldn't we go downstairs and open presents?" you ask, selfishly trying to get him to stay in bed with you.

art shakes his head, opening his eyes and letting them roam over your face, taking in every little detail that he adores so much. "no way.. not when i have the best present up here.. all to myself" he jokes, a smile gracing his face. you almost groan at how cheesy it is, shoving your face into your pillow before you're interrupted by art nosing at your neck. he plants wet kisses along your jawline, and if you concentrate hard enough you can feel the smile on his lips.

the feeling makes your stomach jump, never getting used to the endless amount of attention you receive from art. he pulls you closer to him, helping you hike your leg over his hip and placing his warm hands on your lower back. you can feel his breathing start to pick up against your neck, the more he pushes on your lower back, the closer you get to the bulge straining against his briefs. you can't help but giggle, appreciating how quickly he gets flustered after all these years.

you grin against him, letting art lick at your lips as you place your hand between your bodies, trailing it down to his briefs. art whines lowly against your mouth when you rub your hand gently against him through the fabric, immediately feeling the wetness of the precum oozing out of him. "eager, huh?" you tease, pulling his underwear down to rest under his balls, now moving your hand against his bare skin, squeezing your hand around him to feel him pulsing.

art noses at your neck, rolling his hips into your fist and reveling at the warmth that feels a million times better than his own hand. "k-keep going.." he murmurs, tensing his stomach and squeezing his eyes shut at the sensation. you swipe your thumb over his tip, smearing his wetness over his dick as he whines. arts hand comes down to clutch at yours, not trying to stop your movements, just trying to ground himself by touching you.

art gets close to cumming embarrassingly fast, his hand tightening around yours so much that it almost hurts, but you keep going, almost having to pin him down as he squirms. the soft "ah, ah, ah"s escaping arts mouth get louder, and he can't warn you before his cum is spilling all over your hand. art always cums a lot, more than you'd expect to even be able to come out of his body. as the last of his cum spurts out of his angry pink tip, arts body shudders.

you pull your hand off of him, watching as his eyes flutter open again. art always gets extremely docile after he cums, after a few seconds of resting, art shifts his body to lay on top of you, and you aren't shocked to feel his dick hard again against your thigh. "let me make you feel good too.. please" you can feel the vibrations of his words against your neck, his soft lips working their way down your chest, taking time to suckle at your nipples. you instinctively spread your legs for him, making space for his body to settle between your thighs. art makes small noises of appreciation as he kisses the soft skin on your stomach, sometimes dragging his teeth gently along the skin to feel you tense up under him.

art places his large warm hands on the squishy skin of your inner thighs, pushing them apart even farther as you arch your back at the feeling of his hot breath on your cunt. art immediately starts mouthing at your clit and pushing his tongue inside you, not even worrying about whether he can breathe or not, just wanting to make you feel good. art has never had a technique for eating you out, he just practically makes out with your pussy until you have to pull him away by the soft curls on his head, which is what you're having to do currently. "art- art it's too much" you whine out, trying to shut your legs as best you can, but arts hands keep them spread wide for him. you can feel the knot in your lower stomach starting to tighten, motivating you to push arts face away from your cunt so you can look him in the eyes.

"art.. please fuck me" you normally aren't one to beg, but something about the way the soft morning light hits arts milky skin makes you terribly eager. art, always wanting to please, nods his head, finally shucking off his briefs and letting his cock smack against his stomach. art places his hand in front of you, wordlessly asking for you to spit in it for him. you comply, watching with slight awe as he uses your spit to lube himself up, rubbing his tip at your entrance before slowly moving inside. art isn't necessarily afraid of hurting you with his size anymore, but he knows his body well enough to know that if he goes too quick, he'll just cum immediately.

despite this knowledge, as art sinks further into the warmth you provide him, he finds all logic has disappeared. your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders, pulling him close. art groans against your neck, picking up his head to kiss you passionately, before closing his eyes to focus on not cumming before you. "i can’t, its- you're too warm- just need—" he can’t form complete sentences, he’s thrusting mindlessly until he reaches his peak. you wrap your legs around his hips and whisper in his ear "go ahead.. cum for me art" and he's a goner. art gives one last thrust, the hardest he’s given you so far, then stills completely. his entire body shudders with the feeling of euphoria coursing through his body, he grips your hips so tight he’s sure you’ll have bruises in the shape of his hands. art holds you still and lets his cum pulse inside of you. he wants it as deep as possible. he can’t explain the need to breed that takes over his head, but he knows he can't risk you shifting even a little because he needs it all to spill inside.

you're sure he didn't even notice that you came too, squeezing so tight around him that if he was in his right mind he would have noticed. you let art come down from his high, slowly sinking further into your body as he places his head on your bare chest, shifting his hips slightly to pull out. art fights to stay awake, his instincts making him get up and pad over to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth for you and gently spreading your legs again, this time with more pure intentions. the feeling of the warm washcloth soothes your soreness, and you don't have to open your eyes when you feel art slip back into bed beside you, laying on his back as he pulls you to lay on his chest.

"merry christmas" he murmurs, a small smile on his face. you smile too, looking up at his blushing face. that's the last thing you remember before you fall peacefully back asleep, your dreams full of decorating trees, drinking hot cocoa and cuddling by the fire with your husband. <3

OKAY UMMMM why haven't i seen this picture before.... ill be honest all im looking at is his nipple 😭 BUT UGHHH HIS PECS... gonna suck on them.. what who said that..

tropical vacation with art donaldson mood board.. 🪷🍍🍹🏝

okay i hear y'all loud and clear!!! fic number 1 will be released early this week (hopefully), and the lyric fic will be out soon after that!! also- i know things have slowed down around here a little bit due to me just being very busy with college but there's many breaks coming up soon so ill be able to write at a faster pace soon <3 as always, thank y'all for all the love and support, y'all keep me going <33

okay y'all what do we want first...

(both will come out eventually ofc just wanna know which one i should work on more to get out first for y'all <3)

okay y'all what do we want first...

(both will come out eventually ofc just wanna know which one i should work on more to get out first for y'all <3)

forever thinking about this photo... he looks so happy.. his big pretty smile that makes his eyes crinkle up.. how proud he looks as he holds up that trophy.. and of course his hair being a little messy, not like it was at the start of the movie, but still more boy-ish than at the end of the movie. it makes me so sad how defeated he seems during this scene.. yet again bringing out that maternal instinct to take care of artie and make him happy again <3

currently having thoughts about art tied up with red ribbons for christmas... like a present <3 even better.. him tying the ribbons around himself.. wanting to surprise you when you get home, looking in the mirror while he ties pretty bows around his strong calves and toned biceps, taking the time to look handsome for you...

when you get home, he's laid out on the bed all pretty for you, the red of the ribbons contrasting against his milky skin, face red with embarrassment as he lets you practically grope him, sliding your hands over his soft abdomen, placing kisses on him while he tips his head back on the pillow..

art has always had a problem with being greedy.. a problem you can clearly see when he's chasing a second orgasm by planting his feet on the mattress, fucking up into you like it's nothing, like he's not panting and whining in your ear as if you're the one fucking him.. his hands still find your hips as he slams into you for the last time, his balls drawing up and hips pressing as close to you as humanly possible.. he doesn't know it.. but when he cums he's looking to make it stick, to make you full, to breed.

you think you'll ask him to surprise you more often <3

i need art donaldson to call me mommy RIGHT NEOWWW

muahaha... cozy art christmas fic coming soon (with some spice cuz i know my audience) and yes i know it isn't even thanksgiving yet so shush!!!

Plllsss a little more of reader babying art😔😔😔😔!!!! He’s so baby girl, I love him

i am extremely glad we can all agree that art loves to be babied <3

first of all, art definitely needs to warm up to someone to actually admit that.. no he doesn't always wanna be the dominant one in the relationship, growing up around patrick made him feel like if he wasn't masculine, no girls would ever like him.. which is totally untrue!!! <3

he LOVES subtle acts of dominance, opening the door for him, walking in front of him, ordering his food etc. he gets embarrassed easily, so having more subtle ways to have dominance over him in public without others noticing!! <3

nsfw under the cut <3

he loves to be doted on in the bedroom, pretty much treat him like he can't think for himself, and he'll be drooling for you in minutes <3

being bossed around turns his brain off, leaving no room for him to worry or be anxious or insecure <3

he literally would die for a reach around handjob i think.. he's such a whore he'd just open his legs wide for you, throwing his head back in your shoulder with a whiny moan <3

also.. lowkey loves nursing handjobs... he'll suck on your tits forever if you asked him to.. and the face he makes when he cums, with his face all screwed up in pleasure is unresistable <3

art will absolutely wake you up in the middle of the night by grinding against your ass, doing his best to be quiet but he can't stop the moans that escape his pretty pink lips <3

"mm.. don't stop moving your hand.." "you're s' soft.." "'m gonna cum f' you.. please lemme cum f' you." <3

art needs aftercare as much as he needs air.. until he gets cleaned up and cuddled into bed he has a permanent pout on his face.. waiting till you crawl into bed with him and let him suckle on your tit to fall asleep <3

i am always thinking about art getting a little too tipsy and making his way back to his dorm room, only to find out that patricks got another girl in there.. so he makes the familiar trip to your dorm <3

loud knocking echoes through your room, and you're thankful your roommate is on vacation or else you're sure she would complain endlessly. the knocking continues as you check the time. 1:45am. you mumble and yawn and rub your eyes as you walk to the door, opening it slowly and peeking out. there's art, red eyes and flushed cheeks, hair beautifully messed up from the wind outside. he sniffles. "'m sorry i really didn't mean t' wake you up.. jus' need somewhere t'sleep" he murmurs, grabbing onto the edge of your door for support. you welcome him in quickly, leading him like a shepherd leads his sheep to your bed, sitting him down.

"art.. what happened? it's so late" he takes a second to comprehend what you're saying. "well i wen' to this party 'n patrick left to go makeout with some girl.. 'n then these guys started a drinking game 'n wanted me t' join.. so i did and.." he pauses, obviously embarrassed. "'n then i drank too much and threw up on their lawn.. everyone was laughing.." he whines, looking to you as if you can turn back time to save him from humiliation. "oh art.." you look him up and down, his clothes are messed up and dirty, and he looks absolutely exhausted and miserable. "alright um.. here's what ill do, drink some water art, ill try to find you a shirt and some old shorts to wear okay? you can sleep here" you know you worry too much but in his current state you're worried someone might come along and take advantage of him on the walk back to his dorm.

art drains your water bottle like a man dying of thirst, looking up at you with watery eyes when you hand him some clothes. "my old boyfriend left these here so.. they probably fit you, and im sure you wouldn't want to wear my shorts.." art nods, taking the clothes, but in his drunken state he almost remarks that, no, he wouldn't mind wearing your shorts, the ounce of connection he would feel would be worth the embarrassment. art stumbles up and changes in the bathroom, you hear him knocking around in there for almost ten minutes before he emerges, pulling up the shorts that are almost falling off of his lean frame. with your help, he gets into bed, letting you tuck him in, in such a caring way that makes arts heart beat faster. "im just gonna be over in my roommates bed okay? sleep well art" you can tell that he wants to say something, but after a second he just nods his head and pulls the covers around him.

art lasts about 10 minutes before he's softly calling your name, half hoping you're already asleep so you won't reject him. to his (un)happiness, you turn over in bed, meeting his eyes across the room. "what's up?" you ask, smiling at the familiar whispering across the room that reminded you of many sleepovers as a child. "i- um can you just come over here?" he asks. you sigh, getting out of bed and quietly padding over to your bed. "i can't sleep" art states. you look at your clock placed on your desk, "well it has only been ten minutes art.. just give yourself some time." you turn to walk away but art grabs your wrist. "no.. um.. can you stay in this bed tonight?" if you weren't listening as hard as you would you wouldn't be able to hear the near-whisper that comes out of his mouth. "please?" he whines, looking up at you with those pathetic blue eyes of his. you can't help but agree, crawling in bed behind him, adjusting your pillow. "thank you" art squeaks out, curling up on himself.

now it's you who can't last ten minutes. looking at art, alone and sad tugs at your heartstrings, triggering an almost maternal care for him that you're sure will be problematic later. you move art so that his head is now placed on your shoulder, his warm steady breaths hitting the side of your neck. before you can think about it, your hand comes down to rub his back softly, reflecting that it always helped you fall asleep quick when your mother would do it. you feel arts eye lashes flutter against you as his eyes droop, body melting into yours as sleep takes over his body. you fall asleep only minutes later, secretly wishing that patrick would kick art out of his dorm more often <3

sigh... halloween season is over.. no more imagining art dressed up as an angel..

TIS THE SEASON to imagine art tied up with silky red bows like a present <3

nsfw alphabet for art donaldson.. not requested but i wanted to do it so.. enjoy it!!! <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): i think that art definitely feels the pressure of society to be the dominate person in a relationship, so he does all the classic stuff, cleaning you up, brushing your hair cuddling with you.. but as he gets more comfortable in your relationship i think that he is open about the fact that he wants to be taken care of too.. he wants aftercare to be mutual, and he wants you to clean him up and tuck him into bed just like he does for you <3

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): art definitely isn't one to toot his own horn.. but if he was being honest i think he'd say his abs! he's worked so hard for them, training everyday + he likes when you rake your fingernails down them <3 for his partner.. i think he would say their hands! i think that art just generally runs cold, so having his partner warm him up with their hands would be like... a dream. also he just loves getting shoulder massages and getting his hair played with! (and all the other good things you can do with your hands) <3

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): the one thing challengers fandom can agree on... art cums a lot and is loud. he always wants to jerk off but the cleaning after is a total buzz kill! whether he's humping his pillow or fucking his hand, the amount of cum he has to clean up is frankly.. embarrassing. he's also extremely loud.. he's just very sensitive and can't help but whine and moan and pretty much cry when he cums <3

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): when he was younger, arts dirty secret was definitely jerking off, growing up in a strict household made it seem like masturbation was taboo.. but now that he's older, he definitely keeps his kinks close to his chest, so id say his secret is that he enjoys being dominated, yet again he feels pressure to be the dominant one in a relationship but there's nothing he enjoys more than being dominated and taken care of by his partner <3

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): i think that by the time he's in college, art has had his fair share of girlfriends but has rarely had sex with them, he just feels like sex is the ultimate connection with someone.. and it makes him nervous to do it with someone he even has a bit of doubt about. art is actually naturally gifted at sex for some reason, the first time you're together, you get ready to give him a little tutorial on eating you out, but he immediately gets to work, doing exactly what he should do <3

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): any position in which he can see your face is arts favorite, he's a classic guy and he loves missionary, and he loves when you ride him too (you may be able to convince him to let you do a freaky little amazon position too) <3

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): art is totally serious, he just gets very nervous that he's gonna mess something up or embarrass himself or hurt you, that he couldn't make a joke even if he tried! <3

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): college art definitely shaves everytime he showers, he just hates the feeling of body hair on him, and he loves the way his body looks soft and shiny when he is shaved. older dilf! art definitely gets waxed, he makes regular appointments because it's easier than shaving for him, and it still makes him feel pretty <3

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): art is romantic to a fault, he absolutely puts you first in every aspect of your relationship, especially when being intimate so he tries to set the mood as best he can, being sweet and romantic (more than usual) almost like the first time you had sex, every time <3

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): art jerks off a lot. he just has a high sex drive, and it relaxes him, there's nothing more he wants to do after a long day than hump his pillow and fall asleep <3

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): i think that art only explores his kinks when he feels really comfortable in a relationship and they kind of come out one by one.. first he says he like to be dominated.. then he amps it up to say maybe he wants you to rim him.. then it's pegging and before you know it he's calling you "mommy" <3

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): in bed. seriously the only place he'll do it. once, he got a little too tipsy and you guys did it on the couch but never again. he sees sex as a private thing, and that's what a bedroom is for! <3

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): literally just looking at you.. i mean you could just be sitting doing your homework at your desk and he'd only be thinking about you sitting on his cock <3

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): many things i can think of.. but mainly he isn't into anything "gross" aka bodily fluids, or pain, the occasional love bite or hicky is okay with him, but i think he just can't really wrap his head around why you would want to hurt him during sex in the first place, after all he'd never hurt you <3

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): art could 100% go both ways, eating you out pretty much gets him off too (you can't count the number of times he's came in his pants just eating you out), but the feeling of your hot mouth on him is as close to heaven as he thinks he'll ever get <3

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): at the start, art goes slow and deep, really angling his hips to find that soft and squishy part in you that makes you scream. once he gets closer to his orgasm.. it's like he's in his own world, he doesn't even really pull out to thrust anymore, mostly just humping into you faster and faster until he does one last push of his hips to get his balls as snug as they can be against you when he cums <3

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): art doesn't like quickies, he prefers to do all the romantic parts of sex, like kissing, making out, foreplay etc. you can't really do that in a quickie, it leaves him feeling unsatisfied <3

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): in any part of his life, art likes for others to take the lead and make decisions, so you'd have to be the one to bring something up, and you'd really have to encourage him to be honest, because it's in his nature to say yes to everything in order to please you, even if he maybe doesn't want to do something <3

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): art is completely drained after one round, he just gets so overstimulated and sensitive after that it would just be painful to go again, he'll totally eat you out after sex though, if you're still not satisfied <3

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): i firmly believe that patrick got art a fleshlight for his birthday one year and.. art didn't leave his room for a week. but once he has you, he doesn't really see the need for toys for himself, and it would take a little bit for him to see your toys as partners instead of competitors <3

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): art is not a teaser at all, i mean he will get on his knees for you at any time, especially during sex, so he's never be able to tease you about something since he's just as eager as you are <3

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): like i said before, art is loud. he moans, whines, pants, every noise under the sun. "mmmf.. more.. more" "fuck 'm gonna melt you're so warm" "'s feels so good" "k-keep squeezing me like that.." "fuck 'm close.. please- please keep going" "i wanna cum.. i needa cum for you.." <3

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): as a birthday present, patrick got art a pack on flavoured condoms but art had no one to use them with so art just fast tested them by himself 😭 <3

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): i think that art is average thickness, maybe a little on the long side, like 6.5 inches, nothing too uncomfortable. a cute pink tip that drools pre and gets almost purple when he's about to cum.. and pretty round balls that slap deliciously against you and feel great to suck on <3

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): art is horny 99.999% percent of the time, he just can't help himself. but for art, horny doesn't necessarily mean he wants to have sex with you, it just means that he wants to be close to you, i mean he gets a boner every time you're around, so it's just his way of saying i love you <3

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): art gets extremely tired after sex, if he could just stay inside you after sex and go right to sleep he absolutely would. but he's responsible.. so he cleans up, forces you to go pee and then presses his face into your chest and is out like a light in approximately 5 minutes <3

time for me to analyze a picture again..

i LOVE how in the left gif he's obviously like eager to kiss tashi, i mean obviously who wouldn't be... but even though he probably wants to kiss her like a fucking animal, he holds back and lets tashi take the lead before he starts to actually take an equal part in the kiss.. almost like he didn't really think it was actually happening!!!!

i couldn't find anything special about the right gif except for the fact my tummy does a little flip when he wraps his arms around her waist... <3

pls someone write a quick little fic about art/artrick comforting reader who's had a bad birthday and is crying in bed... asking for a friend.. totally

Artitck x fem reader comfort? reader on her period and usually they're so bad she gets sick and out of commission for the whole week. she just cries into patricks chest while Art plays nurse :(

love me more (artrick x fem! reader)

you were being punished for something. you had to be. you woke up this morning with cramps that made you curl up in pain, only allowing you to hobble to the bathroom before getting back in bed. you send a hasty email to your professors before shutting your computer and getting cozy in bed again, the fetal position you're currently in is the only way to feel some small relief. you're passed out before you can alert your boyfriends about staying home, a mistake that will soon start knocking at your door.. literally.

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if you were awake, you would currently hear muffled voices outside your door, ones that are easily recognizable to anyone on the same floor of your dorm since they are almost always cracking jokes and laughing loudly. these voices belong to your boyfriends, art and patrick, who, at the moment, are arguing about who should've brought the extra key to your dorm. "dude she gave the key to you, why don't you have it?" the hushed voice of patrick zweig echoes through the hallway, looking pointedly at art. "i gave it to you remember? i had that match and you wanted to come over here.." art argues back, pointing at patrick. patrick rolls his eyes, rattling the doorknob. "fuck.. what if she's hurt in there or something?? she's not answering my texts" patrick all but bangs on the door, as art sees if you've texted either of them.

waking up with a groan, the loud bangs on your door make you sit up, heart racing. you immediately reach for your phone, wanting to call art or patrick but you're met with missed calls and unanswered frantic messages. you hop out of bed, despite feeling weak from the current cramps wracking your body. you unlock the door, pulling it open and being met with art and patrick, looking at you like they've seen a ghost. "what the fuck!" patrick sighs out, obviously relived to see you. art immediately rushes forward, hugging you tightly. "you scared the shit out of us you know that?" he pulls away, hands on your shoulders, "you don't show up to any of your classes or our practice and then you don't answer any of our texts or calls?" art is clearly happy to see you, but the adrenaline of being concerned about you hasn't worn off. "you scared the shit out of us babe" patrick says, shaking his head. "im really really sorry it's just-" you try to continue your sentence but you're interrupted by a particularly bad cramp, causing you to hunch over and groan in pain. both patrick and art move toward you, making sure you don't fall. "holy shit babe are you okay?" patrick is completely overtaken by concern for you, finding it hard to see you in pain.

"im sorry.. ive just been sick in bed all day you guys.." you explain, letting them guide you back into your room. you sit back in bed, art taking a seat in your desk chair, while patrick makes himself at home in your bed. "ive been sleeping all day.. it's like the only thing that makes me feel better.." you describe the current situation, curling into a ball holding your lower stomach. art and patrick exchange a sympathetic look, with art reaching out to hold your hand. "you've been stuck in here all day?" art frowns at you, his extreme sense of empathy kicking into high gear. you lean into the soft pressure of patrick sitting behind you as you nod. "yeah.. usually i can make it through the week but none of my pain meds are working" patrick nods and brushes a hand through your hair. art, forever the worrier, sits on the chair next to your bed, frantically looking up "how to stop period cramps" and "are period cramps dangerous" you see arts phone screen, smiling at his obvious want for you to be okay.

"art it's okay.. it'll pass.. its bad but it's normal" you reassure him, smiling through the pain. patrick laughs, smoothing his hand through your hair. "cmon art don't be stupid, don't you know anything about women?" he jokes, obviously trying to distract you from the waves of pain. "shut up patrick you hardly even knew what a period was until college!" art fights back, face slightly pink with embarrassment. you let the two of them battle it out, feeling yourself sinking further into the mattress with the feeling of arts hand in yours and patricks fingers weaving through your hair. they don't even notice you've passed out again until patrick needs you to help him fact-check art and you don't respond. their petty argument is forgotten as they get you more comfortable in bed, turning off your light and pulling soft blankets over you. you toss and turn in your sleep, unable to feel actually relaxed enough to fall into a true sleep.

a particularly bad cramp causes your eyes to snap open, a groan of pain escaping your lips as you open your eyes, seeing art and patrick sitting on your floor together. they both rush towards you when they see you're awake again, your pain stricken groan pulling on both of their heartstrings. patrick moves to lay beside on on the bed, guiding your head to lay against his warm chest. "where does it hurt sweetheart?" art asks, sliding himself between your legs to lay his head on your stomach. weirdly, the pressure of his head relieves the pain for a moment, allowing you to answer. "just all of my lower stomach.. the cramps just won't stop.." you feel tears well on your eyes, trying to blink them away to no avail. patrick takes quick notice of this, brushing his thumb under your eyes to wipe your tears. art almost looks like a kicked puppy, gazing up at you with his baby blue eyes, unable to help. art lets patrick continue to comfort you while he pulls out his phone again, researching ways to help relieve your cramps.

"okay.. pat here it says that we should get something warm for her.. that'll like relax her muscles or something" art jumps up and grabs his bag, rooting around in it frantically. finally, he pulls out a little blanket looking thing with a cord coming out of it. "it's a heating pad" he explains, "my coah gave it to me for my muscle spasms but i think it could really help.." you nod and he plugs it in, helping you press it against your lower stomach and hold it there. yet again, art rests his head on your stomach like a puppy, while patrick continues to cradle your head against his chest. the relief from the heating pad starts quickly, and the warmth send you to sleep once again, along with patrick and art.

for the rest of your absolutely miserable week, art and patrick stay by your side, giving you massages and chocolate and everything you could ask for.. anything to make you feel better again. art and patrick could be annoying at times.. but you're positive that you've never felt so loved <3

i crave late night drives with art soooo bad

fuckkk i never thought about it before but same.. honestly i headcanon that art is kind of a nervous driver 😭 so he doesn't like to drive much at night so i feel like he'd just do a short drive to an abandoned parking lot and make out with you in the backseat <3

literally call me cringe i don't care but the only way i can fall asleep rn is imagining cuddling with patrick and art.. cuddling up to patricks chest while art falls asleep with his head tucking in your neck.. yeah.. im cringe but i am free..