Art Donaldson - Blog Posts

the urge to take care of him in a motherly way is frankly concerning...

He's literally drinking his sippy cup

i need to nurse him back to health STAT

The way I'm completely desperate to know absolutely EVERYTHING about how, when, and why, Art got injured in 2018.

Was it during a big match? Or practice? Was he simply distracted? Or angry? Had he just had an argument with Tashi, so he was unfocused and emotional? Or was it just a freak accident? He's got several scars all over his shoulder and elbow, so it must have been quite significant. He must have thought his career was over right then and there.

Seeing Tashi's reaction to this would have been so gratifying as well, like. She was totally having war flashbacks. PTSD fully triggered. Did she cry? Did she scream? Was she trying her best to remain calm, but failing spectacularly? Art is her life's work, her second body. She lost tennis once and it destroyed her. She couldn't possibly lose Art too, she couldn't lose tennis again.

And where was Patrick? We know he's a certified yearner, so. Was he perhaps in the audience, watching the match? Or was he watching it live on TV? Did he only learn about it while scrolling the Art Donaldson hashtag on Twitter? Did he freak out? Did he try to visit them at the hospital? He wasn't there for Tashi when she got injured, which he regrets deeply. So he couldn't allow himself to NOT be there for Art, right? So what if he did try to visit, but access was restricted to friends and family. Patrick is neither of those things, not anymore. He couldn't be there, again.

But I just know that, as Art was lying on that hospital bed, disoriented, terrified and delirious from painkillers, the first thing he said to Tashi as she walked into the room was a mantra of "I'm sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry ".

i need to be arts second wife so bad...

after he gets a divorce from tashi when he doesn't win the open and he can't make excuses to stay with her anymore.. he's absolutely shattered when you get together, an absolute shell of a man :(( he's insecure, he's needy and clingy, most people would never put up with him.. but the way he looks at you with tears in his eyes makes your heart ache

"please.. please jus' tell me im good"

"you love me right..? tell me you love me"

"ill do anything you want me to do, anything f' you"

"please can you jus' hold me 'till i fall asleep?"

"please stay.. don' leave me please"

can u write something about art and reader having high sex 😛😛😛🙏🏻🙏🏻 like idk just like a chill night at the dorm at stanford or something where they smoke a couple blunts and grind on each other idk!!!!!!!!!!!

MOONLIGHT (art donaldson x fem! reader)

sometimes you felt like a bad influence on art.. he wouldn't let anything that wasn't on his pre-planned diet touch his lips before he met you. but from the first puff of your joint under the bleachers of the tennis court, he was hooked. not just on the woozy feeling he got when he took too long of a hit, but on the feeling of having you around him.

the more you two hung out, the more art associated the feeling of his head in the clouds, not with the large puffs of smoke drifting around his room, but you the feeling of you sitting next to him, your legs draped over his. art feels guilty, if he got caught, he'd absolutely get thrown out of the tennis program, and probably never be able to attend a good school again, but on the other hand.. your sweet giggles as you blow smoke into his face gave made him forget all the consequences if he got caught.

the problem with you (and it's not even really a problem to art.. he thinks you're perfect) is you like things casual. sure you've made out with art in a haze of smoke, maybe grinded a bit over his jeans in the back of his overly clean jeep, and he can't even count the times that you've texted him "you up?" at 2am, but he's never been your "boyfriend".

art knows it would be hard to have a serious conversation with you without the guise of just coming over to smoke, so he shoots you a text.

art: hey can i come over? need to relax :)

the buzz of your phone from the desk beside you steals your attention from your math homework, a welcome distraction. you text him back quickly, eager to have an excuse to smoke.

an eager knock on your door comes only minutes later, arts face a mixture of nerves and excitement, like a kid sneaking candy from their parents. art looks as cute as ever in his wrinkled stanford shirt and his checkered shorts, hair tussled from a night at practice. "cmon in artie" his cheeks blush at the nickname as he enters your dorm, making himself comfortable in the cozy chair in the corner. you pull out the box of paraphernalia from under your bed, flower stickers peeling off of the box from overuse. you tilt your head to the side, looking at arts body language, his constant shifting telling you he's trying to seem calm but he really isn't. "what do you wanna smoke?" you ask him, knowing what his answer will be before he even opens his mouth, "whatever you want".

that seems to be arts answer for anything, "whatever you want", sometimes you think if you walked off the edge of a cliff he'd do the same. art was one of those people who followed everything you did, the way you sat, the way you talked, and even your vocabulary, he would shift to be more similar to you. even when he smoked for the very first time, he watched you inhale so deep and hold it in before blowing a large cloud of smoke into the air, he tried to do the same.. but ended up greening out and throwing up in the trashcan next to the tennis courts. the truth is, art would do that all over again if it meant even one more second with you, and he knew it was clingy and definitely too dependent for the casual situation you were in.. but he can't help himself.

me: sure, come over anytime

art is a lightweight in every sense of the word, whenever Patrick would take him to a frat party to get totally wasted, all it took was one red solo cup full of beer to have art stumbling over his own feet. It was the same with weed, it only took one hit for art to start slurring his words, his body pretty much melting into any surface near him. currently, it's the cozy chair in the corner of your room, but you can see his eyes drifting towards the cozy blankets on you bed. "art, you know you can go sit on my bed right?" his eyes widen and he shuffles over, flopping down on the bed in such a way that would make sober-him flush with embarrassment. you giggle as he wraps himself in the blankets, his head lolling onto the pillow. art blearily watches you come sit on the bed too, leaning against the wall for support. the sight of him tangled up in your blankets reminds you of previous late nights spent together, causing a flutter in your stomach that you're a little ashamed of. art leans over to give you the joint back, your fingers brushing together softly. "y'know you look super pretty right now" art says, "n-not that you don't always look pretty but like.. right now especially" he revises his statement, he's always such a people pleaser. you laugh, taking a long hit from the joint before giving him a wide smile. "thanks artie, you're pretty too" you reply, knowing he likes being called pretty, even though he'd absolutely never say it, the way his ears go red gives him away every time.

as the night goes on, and your shared joint turns into a stub, you find yourself closer to art than you thought you were, your sides pressed up against each other as you lay on your backs, staring up at your ceiling. the boring white paint suddenly seeming very interesting until you felt movement beside you, art was tuning on his side and leaning his face on his hand. you blink, "what are you looking at?" glancing at arts eyes that were fixed on your face. "you" art says simply, causing you to shake your head and laugh. "i know that art.. but why?" you ask, pressing for an answer from him. "dunno.. just your face is nice" he says, his face dropping into your shoulder. arts breath was hot against your neck, making you almost want to pull away, but you'd never do that, enjoying the weight of him against you. arts breathing rate increases against your neck and you wonder why until you feel a pressure against your thigh. "art.." he hums in response, only focused on the small sharp movements of his hips. you know how quickly he shifts from being all innocent and sweet to taking what he needs.

you're such a sucker for art, especially when he's high and he can't hide his feelings like he usually does. you shift your leg to the side to help him, inciting an immediate response of his eyes fluttering shut against your shoulder, his eyelashes tickling you gently. the position that you maneuvered into allowed arts leg to slot between yours as well, letting you slowly rock your hips against his leg, the feeling of his bare skin only making you feel more pleasure. before you know it, art is pressing hot kisses into your neck and your arms are wrapped loosely around his neck. "mmmmmfuck" art groans against your neck, even though he's feeling less woozy than earlier, he's still sensitive, just the feeling of grinding against you having him teetering on the edge. suddenly, you feel his hips stutter and a dampness cover the front of his shorts. art holds his breath for a second before his whole body goes limp against you, his fingers not clenching the sheets anymore.

a comfortable silence falls between you, before art breaks it with his soft voice. "can we go again? 'm sorry i just.. i need you" he whines out, still not showing his face. you giggle softly and nod, lifting up your hips to pull off your pajama pants and panties, art doing the same with his shorts and boxers. "how do you want me?" you ask, sending a flutter of butterflies into arts stomach because of the sense of control you're giving him. art thinks for a second, "can you turn around..? please" he asks, a bit of hesitancy in his voice. you nod, turning to face the wall next to your bed, your back facing art. his gentle hands maneuver your legs into a position that's easy for him to slip into you. he does so slowly, more for your sake than his, he thinks if he pushed inside of you too fast he would surely cum prematurely (not like it hasn't happened before).

you feel art shiver against you, his hips pausing when he enters your fully, his balls resting snugly against your ass. art could truly stay like this forever, if he had the patience and resolve.. but he doesn't, his hips snap into yours quickly, the overstimulation getting to him. he wraps his arms around your stomach, holding you close to him, his head yet again smushed into the crook of your neck. every thrust he gives you feels like it's punching the air out of you, art isn't even pulling all the way out anymore, just humping his hips into you the best he can. even in his delicate headspace, art still wants to please you first, his fingers making their way down your stomach before rubbing messily at your clit, his fingers catching on your nub every few circles, causing you to tighten up around him. art is close, you can always tell by how his voice shifts from more coherent to just straight up blabbering, "mgh.. god.. 's so warm.. you're so warm.." "it feels s' good.. it's feels good to you too right?" "gotta be closer to you.. wan' be closer to you" but you snap to attention when he moans against you, "please be m' girlfriend please.. i wan' you to be mine.." you're sure art has no idea what he's saying until he repeats himself, almost sounding like he's about to cry. you nod quickly, "y-yeah artie okay.. ill be your girlfriend.." now you swear he actually sobs, his hips making one last deep thrust before you feel him fill you up, the sensation sending you over the edge right after him.

art stays inside of you for a minute, dating his breath before pulling out, grabbing a tissue and helping you clean up. when you open your eyes, arts looking up at you with his signature puppy dog eyes. "um.. did you mean what you said?" he asks quietly, his head bowing down quickly, as if he didn't want to see your reaction. you think back to your agreement, sure it was in the heat of the moment, but would it really be such a bad idea to say yes? you pause, and arts head droops even lower, expecting the worst. "art you know ive purposely been keeping this casual.. but i.. i trust you now artie, i do want this to be serious" you reach out for his hand, squeezing it gently. arts face lights up like a kid getting the one present they wanted for christmas as he quickly hugs you. "thank you.. thanks, you won't regret it i swear" you smile, pulling the blankets over the both of you, snuggling into arts chest as you admire the beautiful rays of moonlight streaming into your bedroom.

art is easily entranced by the quick movements of your fingers as you roll a joint, it sounds silly but he's always admired the fact that you didn't buy pre-rolls, preferring to be more independent. you lick the paper to get it to stick shut (and art is grateful you were too focused on that to see the way his eyes widened when you did) and root around your drawer for your lighter, a stupid pink one decorated with hello kitty that you got for your birthday. art couldn't help but find it endearing, the way you were so independent and "too cool" for a real relationship, but you still kept all the things that people gave to you, even if they weren't to your taste. the click of your lighter snapped art out of his observations, the light from the tiny flame illuminating your face in a way that made art want to take a picture, the fluttering flame casting an orange glow onto your skin. the strong smell of the joint caused art to become a little lightheaded even though he hasn’t even taken a hit yet, his fingers grabbing the joint from you after a couple failed tries that make you laugh, the soft giggles a soundtrack for the night.

I KNOWWW this picture has already made it's rounds on challengers tumblr but I HAVE TO SAY MY PIECE!!!

he is literally the definition of a puppy like.. his downturned eyes are you kidding me?!?!! and his cute little smile RAHHHH

i need to twirl his hair in my fingers and give him kisses all over his face and his ears and his neck until he has to push me away <3

just a peek of what's to come...

if you couldn't tell.. i have only smoked once in my life (and greened out immediately) but i am trying my best!! it'll probably be out in the next day or too!! <33

okay wrote a request for chiropractor!art or some type of body worker!art a few nights ago very late and stoned so sorry if it was messy or phrased impolitely. if you would be so kind as to bestow some of your artistic talent upon the proposed concept, i would be very grateful, obviously no pressure or rush. please and thank you!

if you’re open to it, picture art being immediately smitten upon seeing you. you’re a little taken aback by his appearance and charm, but resolve yourself to focus on tending to your long aching body and focusing on pain management and healing to whatever capacity you may achieve.

little do you know, art is growing exponentially enamored. he was initially smitten by the way your eyes met his, your voice when you greeted him, and countless other little wonders about you.

he is the picture of professional, externally. no one needs to know he anticipates your sessions all week. schools himself into not losing his composure over the forced proximity prompted by the setting. he grows obsessed with trying to untangle and pinpoint the layers of your smell when he’s all up in your space. he’s being so normal about pushing up your legs as far back as they can go, slowly gaining more and more ground. he definitely doesn’t think about the ways he can bend and fold you right here right now, or the positions he could use his profession to help you work up to. he doesn’t feel his ethics hanging by a thread every time another lovely sound is pushed out of you. tells you to breath makes intense eye contact while coaching you through breathing in spite of overwhelming pain when addressing a tight spot. tenderly talking to you through any pain. touching every inch of you, to get to the root of any discomfort only, of course. he has immense respect for you, especially considering you’ve been carrying immense pain so gracefully for so long.

he knows he can’t date a patient but that doesn’t mean his mind can’t wander…

wonder what he thinks about… gets up to…

anyhow, thank you for entertaining this ask and full respect however you choose to engage with it or not.

thank you good sir.

holy fuck 😭😭 i mean what can i add to this perfect ask?!?!

im imagining that you didn't exactly know that your chiropractor would be a man.. i mean all your previous ones weren't, so when you walked into the clean, organized office and were met with the most gorgeous man you've ever seen.. yeah, you were a little surprised.

but you tuck those feelings deep down and try to be professional, telling him how it hurts when you raise your arm too high, and how your calves keep cramping no matter what you do. and art listens, nodding his head every once and a while and taking little notes on his clip board. but despite trying to he professional, you can't help but look away when his pretty blue eyes meet yours.

then he gets to work, telling you to lay on your stomach while he digs his thumbs into your leg muscles, and you're fighting the urge to make absolutely embarrassing sounds, but art couldn't even notice that if he wanted to.. he's in his own world, letting his hands massage and bend your legs gently, the soft skin sending him almost into a trance, sometimes interrupted by thoughts of rubbing lotion into other places on your body.. wondering if you're this soft everywhere.. wondering how far he could take this without you noticing his erection in his pants.. but art is a professional.. he wouldn't put his job on the line just to get his dick wet.. but that doesn't stop him from thinking about it..

in the next session you two have together (which art has been not so subtly preening himself for), art works on your shoulders, asking you to sit up while he presses his palms into your shoulder blades, biting his lip when you make a noise of discomfort, torn between wanting to comfort you, and wanting to hear more..

after he books your next appointment, art sends you on your way with his signature sweet smile, before shutting himself in his office and cancelling all of his appointments for the rest of the day.. definitely not because hes rubbing the sweet lotion that he always uses on you at your appointments into his hands.. groaning and spreading his legs in his chair to grant himself better access to shallowly thrust his hips into his hand.. the pink head of his cock peeking out of his fist every once and a while.. when the thought of your noises from earlier that day pop into his head.. arts a goner, shooting white rivulets onto his navy blue work pants.

cleaning himself up, art sends you an email insisting that it would be in his best interests if you would have a session with him 2 times a week.. of course just to help you feel better quicker, not because he needs more inspiration for those lonely nights alone at the office <33

Art million present cries on his wedding CUZ HE WILL AND HE’S NOT ASHAMED! seeing his girl in a wedding gown? Oh he’s done he’s gonna get all shy and emotional I LOVE HIM

NO EXACTLY... have you ever seen those guys who sob when their partner is walking down the isle.. yeah that's art when he sees you!!!! you just look so angelic in white he can't stand it.. he stutters through his vows too.. can't make it through one sentence before sniffling and wiping his eyes <3 I NEED TO BE HIS PRETTY LITTLE WIFE RN

What about artie who just acts all serious when he first meets reader, while he’s literally screaming sobbing crying inside! he’s so pathetic about it like they talk and go separate ways but seconds later he runs after her bc he couldn’t keep up with his “cool” energy and just wants her number or insta or SOMETHING! Anything!

LITERALLY YESSSS

he's trying his best to be all nonchalant and cool but on the inside his heart is beating so fast he feels like he might pass out.. he's just saying "yeah" and "mhm" to everything you say but before you can walk away cuz you're annoyed, he practically begs for your number or insta or some way to contact you, and you can't resist those puppy eyes of his.. so you relent and give it to him.. but you leave him on delivered for a couple days to teach him a lesson <3

Art is just the cutest little cutie pie ever like he’s so so soft and scared to touch you in case you break and it’s just so adorable!! he’d be the best boyfriend need him so bad guys 😓🙏🙏

REAL 💜

he's the softest boy ever... he worships you so much that he even gets nervous just touching you.. he feels like his touch isn't even good enough for you.. you deserve the world and he wants the best for you always.. <3

he's the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.. it's like art reads your mind, he always knows what to say to make you feel better and just what to say to make you blush <3 you would assume that maybe he pursued sports because he didn't like academics, but he's actually extremely smart and he always is happy to be your tutor (with benefits <3)

overall, art is the sweetest softest boy you could ever ask for.. he's basically an angel sent from heaven, and he thinks you're sent from heaven as well, like you're a saint and it's his moral obligation to worship you <3

omg super silly but like maybe art finishing in his pants or even finishing untouched… think about it… think about it… just a quick lil blurb idc but like … think about it

YESSS i have all the time in the world to talk about this...

he's just so sensitive he can't help it :( it makes him so embarrassed, he feels like "less of a man".. the first time it happened was one of the first times you were making out.. art is a very passionate kisser, from the moment your lips touch he's practically drooling against you <33 and he can't help but buck his hips into the air while he kisses you, caressing your soft skin and letting out soft whines into your mouth... he stops moving his lips very abruptly, taking a beat before pulling away and rushing to the bathroom, leaving you to sit on your bed and wonder if you did something wrong.. meanwhile art is in the bathroom.. face tomato red as he carefully pulls down his boxers, strings of creamy cum scattered on the front.. he almost hisses in pain when he has to pull them back on and walk back out to you.. he always gets so sensitive after he cums.. he'll tell you what happened eventually but for now he'll just say he got light headed <3

i’m DOWN BAD for bsf!Art he’s such a good friend but he just can’t stop thinking about her naked no matter what they’re doing he’s just in awe of her!!! i need him biblically 🙏😩😩

no you're so right.. i need him to be my bsf who's secretly such a perv <3 but art feels so guilty about it :( ever since you were kids he was the one to protect you from bullies or creepy guys.. now he's afraid that you'll never trust him again if you find out all the things he thinks about you...

imagining you naked is his favorite past time <3 a couple years ago when he was watching a match of yours, you were grabbing your tennis racket and the wind blew up your skirt a little bit.. he's been a goner since then.. it only annoys you because you just think he's not focused or not listening to you, when really his mind is imagining how good all of your clothes would look on the floor..

(nsfw)

and when art gets back from study sessions with you he always has to jerk his cock so furiously, scrolling your insta page for that one photo of you in a bathing suit on vacation.. its easier for his brain to imagine you naked in that picture.. and god he's drooling and humping into his hand and before he knows it he's got cum all over your face on the screen :( the blush on his face as he grabs a tissue is so furious.. he doesn't know how he'll ever meet your eyes again... (but of course he comes over that night when you ask.. and of course the cycle repeats itself <3)

i feel like people don't talk about arts injury enough.. like it must have been so scary for both him and tashi..

like art is both scared that he'll end up like tashi, with a career ending injury and he's also worried that if it is that serious, it'll cause even more of a rift between him and tashi, what else do they have to talk about but tennis? and he also (selfishly) hopes that his rotator cuff doesn't heal well, he'd never tell tashi but he's exhausted of tennis, and the same repeated routine and his injury would be the perfect excuse to retire..

it makes me so sad to think about him all alone in a cold hospital room, he must have been so scared :(

he's so sweet ❤❤

this is real i saw him tweet it

JUNA (art donaldson x reader)

come to me slowly / it's when you talk close enough

art can't help but walk on eggshells around you.. to treat you like glass that could break at any moment.. but how could he not? he worships the ground you walk on, he'd do anything for you, to keep you with him. even when he talks to you he's quiet, almost meek, but you'd never make fun of him, it's sweet the way he follows you around like a devoted puppy, and does anything to see you smile <3

that i feel it on my skin / breathe it in

art has a nightly routine of helping you rub lotion on your skin, ever since he saw you doing it in the mirror after your shower he was enamored with the sweet smelling cream on your soft skin. you're sure that if art wasn't a tennis player he'd absolutely be a massage therapist, how he knows exactly where to rub to make you release the breath you've been holding in all day, you don't know. and art enjoys it as much as you, being able to be so close to you, the sweet perfume of the lotion making his brain go fuzzy <3

most of these days i don't get too intimate / why would i let you in?

even though arts brain is fuzzy he always has some doubts in the back of his mind, how maybe he isn't good enough for you.. hes been burned before, previous partners pushing him away eventually, telling him they've just "lost interest".. he thinks his heart would actually break in two if you said that to him. he knows he's got a problem.. he should try and stay present with you.. put you dont let it slide, noticing he's been rubbing the same spot on your leg for more than 3 minutes. you reach down, placing a soft hand on the side of his face <3

but i think again / i don't even try

art snaps out of his stupor, big blue eyes gazing up at you, embarrassed that he's been caught. he can never get away with things with you, it's like you read his mind. "art.." you sigh, "get out of your head okay?" he nods, sighing and slumping into the mattress, his head smushed against your newly moisturized thigh <3

i don't have to think / with you, there's no pretending

art is almost ashamed of how easy it is for you to just wipe all doubts from his mind, the simple touch of your hand sending shivers down his spine. he knows he can't hide anything from you.. and it's foolish to think he could. he could never pretend to be okay when he isn't, but he's grateful for that. art makes his way back up your body to sit next to you, leaning his toned body into your side, his eyes closed in thought. even though his head is full of doubts, he looks as pretty as ever, his skin glowing in the lamp light <3

you know me, you know me / and i might just know you too

art loves you so much.. he'd never be able to say which part of you he loves most.. but maybe it's the fact that you know him so well, you can pretty much read his mind. but it's not unfair, he knows you just as much, he can predict your movements and silly comments before you say them when you're watching a movie together, he can order for you at any restaurant because he knows what you like, he comes home with the snack you've been craving all day without you having to ask. yes, you know him, and he knows you <3

i love writing fics inspired by song lyrics i can't help myself!!! currently working on an art fic inspired by juna by clairo :3

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 belongs on the floor, on his knees, head bowed in respect and deference for his lover. that’s how his head works. if you love him, you clearly desire power over him. love, to him, is complete surrender. he gives up his body willingly and mind just as fast. give art an opportunity to submit himself to you, and he will. to prove his loyalty.

you see him on the floor, boney knees starting to get bruised on the hardwood flooring of your bedroom. he belongs on the ground, looking up. this is the natural way of life for a man like him. submission.

he’s gorgeous down there, too, which doesn’t help his case. his golden dirty blonde curls are messy like a mop head, but it’s rather cute, the way he looks so disheveled and disoriented. his blue eyes are looking up at you with the same intelligence as a golden retriever puppy. so cute but so little going on up there.

he’s even smiling and panting like a dog too. your golden retriever now. maybe you could train him and teach him new tricks. teach him to sit and to stay and to heel. collar him and take him on walks. that idea makes him blush a little bit.

you scratch your nails against his scalp like you were scratching the good spot behind a dog’s ear, and art melts into your touch, completely overtaken by his need to be yours.

maybe he should feel humiliated that you put him on the floor and treat him like a stupid dog, a puppy in need of training. in fact, he does feel humiliated. but you put him here, and you cradled his head and scratched that sweet spot behind his ear. he’s a dog, through and through, and your touch completely shut off his brain, leaving him utterly empty and helpless.

- P♡

just saw someone talking about art being a pillow humper and... yes.

i truly believe patrick taught art to jerk off and then art did it so much he just couldn't cum that way anymore :(( so he had to find some other way to get off!!

he actually usually sleeps with a pillow either between his legs or cuddling it, and one night he had a little wet dream and woke up with his hips canting against the pillow.. and he's been addicted to it since..

he doesn't always do it for only pleasure either.. sometimes if patrick is gone in a class and art is frustrated, he'll get on all fours and place the pillow between his legs, basically fucking it doggy-style until he's drooling into the mattress and has to sneak the cum stained pillow case into the laundry.. he also does it just to fall asleep even.. hugs the pillow to his chest and nuzzles his face into it, maybe even sucks on it to keep his mouth busy.. and it really helps him fall asleep! poor art gets so tired after he cums that it's his go to way to fall asleep when hes having trouble <33

art donaldson pillow HUMPER 💜

art looks good in any color but the teal looks so pretty on him.. it compliments his skin and hair so well <33

Underrated look frankly the teal is so pretty <333

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

dare i say he looks the prettiest in this scene.. just his cute tight hoodie and his pretty curly hair :(( and he's yearning so bad and there's a sadness in his eyes that i find extremely attractive.. like art no let tashi fuck patrick.. come back up to your room and we can cuddle <333

No thoughts, only Art looking for chapstick and stumbling upon Tashi’s lipgloss in a tossed pair of Patrick’s pants.

Art puts it on for shits and giggles and immediately feels heat crawl up his neck and face as he looks at himself in the mirror. He knows he probably looks ridiculous wearing it. His image looks a tad feminine; the gloss being pale pink with a slight shimmer that sparkles in the light. He wipes it off, dismissing it as a one-time thing. Unfortunately, he can’t stop thinking about it and can’t help thinking about the shine and the slick, sticky feeling when he first rubbed his lips together and suddenly Art is putting it on whenever he has alone time.

He only applies the gloss when he’s sure Patrick will be out for the evening or stuck to Tashi until an inevitable fight brings him back to their shared dorm. It’s only by relying on Patrick being gone for a weekend, whether visiting his parents or staying with Tashi -Art can’t remember what Patrick had said- that Art gets caught by the devil, himself, putting it on.

The duo stands staring at each other for a long moment before Art scrambles to scrub the stickiness from his mouth. Patrick, in all his nonchalance and confidence, shrugs it off like it’s no big deal and the pair leaves it at that.

Only the image of Art wearing that pretty pink concoction is burned into Patrick’s mind and it’s all he can think about- hell, DREAM about. He constantly has to shake the memory from his mind when he wakes up in the morning with sticky boxers - dreams of Art going down on him and leaving wet kisses all over his body while wearing the cursed substance stay stuck on replay. His mind wanders so often to Art that it becomes enough of a problem to where he starts chronically canceling plans and ends up breaking it off with Tashi…

Because all he can think about are those pretty, pink lips and golden curls and pathetic puppy dog eyes before he decides he has to do something about it before he loses his mind, entirely.

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).

muahaha.... coming soon.. (tmr probably 🩷)

FUCKKKKK his nose is so pretty... he's so pretty :((

this sickening side profile…..

i came..

i need to lick the sweat off of him ❤

the song “diet pepsi” by addison rae is lowkey my guilty pleasure 😔 but maybe you can write something with art inspired by the lyrics :3

“when we drive in your car, i’m your baby/ losing all my innocence in the backseat”

diet pepsi (art donaldson x fem! reader)

my boys a winner, he loves the game/my lips reflect off his cross-gold chain

youre not ashamed, you know art can see you leaning forward in your seat, even wearing sunglasses he can tell that your eyes linger on his v-line when he lifts up his shirt to wipe his face. he doesn't mind it though, how could he complain about his gorgeous girlfriend oogling him from the stands. arts head always whips toward you when he wins, looking for a wide smile on your face. the moment he steps off the court you're jumping into his arms, letting him twirl you around and kiss you passionately, letting the adrenaline do the talking for him.

i like the way he's telling me/my ass looks good in these ripped blue jeans

arts a sucker for you. if anyone asked him what his weakness is he'd respond quickly with "my girlfriend". you always have to hold back your giggles when his mouth drops open as you step out of your apartment for your date, the fabric of your blue jeans hugging your curves just right. he snaps out of his stupor to open the car door for you, placing his usual hand on your thigh as he drives. before you enter the restaurant he'd chosen for your date, he leans down to whisper in your ear " your ass looks good in those jeans"

my cheeks are red like berries in spring/bodies a work of art you'd diet to see

you blush, your face heating up as you sit down at your table for dinner, the red of your cheeks visible even in the low light of the restaurant. art almost doesn't even have the mental capacity to order food, his eyes stuck on the way your skin glimmers from the candlelight, longing to reach out and touch you.

untouched, xo/young lust, lets- (ah)

most people would make fun of art for how hard he's fallen for you, saying that he doesn't know what love is, he's only in his first year of college, but he disagrees, the love he feels for you rivals anything he's ever seen in a romance movie. you bring him back to reality by holding his hand over the table, squeezing it lightly. "you wanna get out of here?" art asks, and you giggle, sensing his eagerness to be near you once again, not seperated by a stupid dinner table. art pays for the meal, leading you out of the restaurant with a hand on the small of your back.

when we drive in your car, im your baby (so sweet)/losing all my innocence in the backseat

the parking lot is empty when you get there, thank goodness, although you doubt that anyone could see in through the foggy windows, but they could probably tell what was going on by the rocking of the car. arts hips pressed against yours, his feet planted on the floor of the car, balancing you on his lap. his slender fingers hiking up your dress, the warm palms of his hands pressed against your hips, almost as warm and comforting as his lips on yours. your head tips back onto the headrest, allowing him access to the panes of your neck, the soft skin making him lick his lips in anticipation. he hopes the marks he leaves behind will stay, scaring off admirers so he can keep you all to himself. art almost feels bad, seeing you squeeze your eyes closed in pain when he presses the flared tip of his cock into you. the way you always have a hard time taking him makes him feel like his taking your innocence, like your body is trying to stay pure. nevertheless, he's in love with you, and the way you always suck him right inside, squeezing so tight that it's hard for him to pull out. he's so sweet though, rocking your hips for you, cooing sweet nothings into your ear, encouraging you that no ones gonna see you, the parking lots empty. art would never admit it to himself, he's not a slut like patrick, but he can't deny the twitch of his cock when he thinks that anyone could find you here, and figure out what he was doing, the cute tennis player, always lagging behind his friends and not speaking unless spoken to, is fucking his girlfriend in the backseat of his jeep. when art cums, he makes sure that you pull your panties up right away, "i want to keep being inside you" he says, as if he could feel your pussy while not being inside you, just because his cum is there. when he drops you off at your place, he takes great pride in seeing a drop of white running between your thighs.. maybe he's more like patrick than he thought.. <3

fuck he's such a sweetie 😭

hear me out

Virgin art

You wake up to him jumping your soft plush blanket

You pull on his hair and rub his back while he thrusts into the soft blankie. He’s gone nonverbal, gone so far into subspace

GODDDD that's so cute :( he just falls asleep on your bed one night after you've been watching a movie together. He starts humping the blanket while he's having a good dream :( poor baby :(

When he wakes up it feels so good he just tugs his boxers down and ruts his leaky cock against the plush blanket <3 whining and whimpering soft and muffled by the pillows. By the time you wake up, he's already so lost in it, just thrusting weakly, leaving a drool spot on your pillows.

It's too sweet!!! You pet his hair and his eyes flutter shut and he moans so soft and pretty. He's not even really doing it to cum, he just thinks it feels so, so good.

i need to be sandwiched between patrick and art RIGHT NEOWWWWW