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cooking smth up for you guys..

valentines day with art donaldson 💝

day 7: naked <3

art is no stranger to feeling overwhelmed, especially during finals season. despite being at stanford for tennis, his grades are still important to him and he tends to spread himself too thin with his studies and with tennis.

you hear a groan and a thump from the desk in your room, looking over, you see art miserably resting his head on his calculus textbook. "what's wrong?" you sit on the edge of your bed, tilting your head to the side. art sighs deeply, turning his head to look at you. "i jus' don't understand this stuff.. i feel so stupid.." he trails off, tears starting to form in his eyes. "oh art.." you coo, gesturing for him to come sit with you on the bed. art does what you say (as always) and quickly gets on the bed, immediately cuddling up to your chest.

you flop down into the bed, taking art with you. arts hand is splayed out on your stomach, sneaking a couple fingers under your shirt. you can tell that art wants to get closer to you, like he always does. you smile and help him lift up your shirt and pull it off, giggling as you pull off his shirt as well, pressing his chest closer to yours. you can tell art feels better by the way his body melts against yours, breathing slowing down and hands smoothing over your skin.

art, always greedy, hooks his fingers into your pants, slipping them down your hips along with your panties. he looks up at you with his sweet blue eyes for permission, and you nod, scratching his head. art pulls his shorts and briefs down his legs as well, wrapping his legs around yours, pulling you impossibly closer. art nuzzles into your neck, his soft lashes brushing against you. your fingers trail down his back, gently rubbing in the way you know he loves.

"you feel better?" you ask softly, not knowing if he's even awake at this point. art nods, "so much better.. i feel good" he says against your skin, and by the growing firmness you feel against your leg, you'd say he feels more than just good <3

day 22: angry/makeup sex (just art coming to visit after a while) <3

almost home :) getting in uber now

your phone dings with arts text, making you smile widely. art has been gone for 3 weeks on a tournament in miami, and you've missed him terribly. you flutter around your room, picking up any stray papers or garbage on the floor. you're straightening your pillows on your bed when art knocks at your door, making you squeal with excitement. you open the door widely and jump into arts arms, making him drop his bags. "art!! you're here finally!" you smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek. art nods, his cheeks blushing. "im here.. finally" you kiss him for the first time in what seems like forever, and art immediately pushes his face against yours, his baby blue eyes fluttering closed.

art stumbles into your room, still kissing you as he shuts the door with one hand, before letting his arms loop around your waist and pull you closer. you weave your fingers into his hair, pulling and tugging to make him whine the way you like him to. art complies (of course) whining softly into your neck as he presses wet kisses below your ear. you giggle at the ticklish feeling, backing the two of you up until the back of your knees hit the bed. you sit up on the bed, pulling art to stand in between your legs. "missed you s' much.. was always thinking about you" art whispers into your ear, letting his hands rub up and down the sides of your body. you smile, "missed you too art.. missed you every day you were gone" art shivers at that, still not used to hearing such sweet words come out of your mouth.

you pull off arts sweater quickly, placing your hands on his flushed skin as he sucks purple marks into your neck. art does the same to you, taking time to notice that the sweater you were wearing was his own that he left behind with you. you press your chest against his, raking your nails down his back and leaving red trails behind. art bends into your touch, leaning forward onto the bed to lay you down, sliding between your legs. you pull down your sweatpants, kicking them to the side of the bed as art does the same. art promptly presses his dick into you, even though you're covered by your panties, art swears he can feel every part of you. "t-thought about this every day.." art admits bashfully, hiding his head in your neck.

you smile, happy to hear that art missed you just as much as you missed him. you're motivated to pull arts patterned boxers down under his balls, peeling your underwear to the side. "please just make it up to me art.." you groan, your head falling back onto the pillow. you'd forgotten how big of a stretch it is to take art fully, but he's producing enough precum to thoroughly lube the both of you up. art is snugly inside of you now, the feeling of his warm, full balls plugging you up makes you scratch at his shoulders. "move art.. please move.. i wanna feel you" you moan out, letting art move his hips the way he likes it, shallow enough to not make you feel too empty, but pulling out enough to make you feel the plap plap plap of his balls against your ass.

art moans loudly, pulling you impossibly closer to him. "f-fuck.. tried to j-jerk off without you but i couldn't cum.. couldn't do it without you.." art whines. the thought of art frustrated in his bed over the fact that he can't cum without you makes you tighten up around him, causing arts hips to stutter. arts hands come up to widen your legs for him, giving him more room to maneuver his lanky frame. before long, you hear familiar moans and whines that get louder and louder, alerting you to the fact that art is going to cum. "don't cum without me okay artie? you can last a couple more minutes, can't you?" you whisper seductively in his ear, almost hypnotizing him to nod along with you. "y-yeah i can do it.. i-ill be really good 'n ill wait for you.."

it takes arts full strength to hold himself back from cumming, but luckily the deep strokes he gives you makes you cum quicker than you thought, your back arching into his chest. art follows closely after you, moving his hips almost out of instinct to push his cum further into you, to make sure you would still have a piece of him the next time he went away. art shivers against you, his body automatically growing heavy and relaxed. art climbs fully into the bed next to you, now fully feeling the exhaustion of his day of traveling. "'m gonna go t' sleep now.. okay?" art mumbles against your skin, already drooling a little bit. "alright artie, ill be here" <3

day 9: kink discovery/negotiation <3

despite what you might think, art is quite open to experimentation. the hushed whispers by patrick who would walk in on art during college are enough to tell you that. you're surprised at first, hearing about how patrick gifted art a fleshlight as a joke for his birthday one year and art couldnt be left alone or else he'd cum himself stupid. more embarrassing (to art) was when patrick walked in on him spreading himself open, bending his legs and thrusting his fingers inside himself, too fucked out to realize patrick was standing there.

once in a relationship with you however, he tones it down, afraid of scaring you away like he has done with other partners before. after hearing from patrick about arts sexual escapades, you start looking online for something to surprise him with, settling on a strap-on that had the best reviews. now you just have to play the waiting game, and hope that art doesn't check your expenses and find out what you bought for him.

you're intensely thankful when you get the notification that your package was delivered while you're on your way home, hoping that art hasn't seen it been delivered, but you're pretty sure he's at the gym. you get home and grab your keys, before you notice that the package isn't outside your door. the first thought is that someone stole it, but then a sinking feeling in your stomach accompanies the thought that art might have seen it and brought it in.

opening the door, you see art looking at the package, smiling at you shyly as he sees you. "oh you.. you picked up my package" you say, trying not to be suspicious as you set down your bag and take off your shoes. "yeah i did.. i thought you'd appreciate it but.." art looks down, then glances at you again. "um.. do you mind if i ask what it is?" he asks quietly, turning the package towards you so that you can see the label. it boldly reads, "toys for his pleasure" and you almost have the urge to laugh, thinking back to the promised "discreet packaging" advertised on the website.

"well um.." you blush, tapping your fingers on the table in front of you. "maybe it would just be better if you opened it." you suggest, looking at him for support. art is almost more embarrassed than you, but he nods, opening the box easily and removing the wrapping paper around the strap-on, his eyes widening when he sees it. "you.. bought this for.. me? for.. us?" art is clearly having a hard time understanding how you figured out that he was waiting to ask you to fuck him.. but maybe you just know him so well. whatever the reason may be, art is happy about it.

"well yeah.. i mean i was wondering if you were even interested in that stuff but i guess i should've asked you about it before i bought it.." you admit, anxiously looking at him. "i- would you be interested..?" you ask, resisting the urge to cross your fingers for luck. art smiles sweetly at you, like he always does, and nods. "yeah of course i would.. i mean not of course but.. you know what i mean.." he stumbles over his words already having to shift the way he's standing to accommodate the growth in his pants. "can we try it now?" <3

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

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

just a little message for the fan fiction consuming community.

i have seen many of my favorite creators leave this app on account of random people who don't even know them. one of my favorite creators just left, and the people who were making so much trouble for them were from a fandom they wrote for!! people on this app that do not make content should acknowledge that we as writers, all have seperate lives, most of us work, or go to school, or both. even if you personally don't like their work, if you're in the fandom, at least leave a like! we're all keeping each other afloat on this app and we all need support, so the next time you're thinking about bullying another amazing creator off the app, please know that there is a person behind your screen that is creating all this content for you, and you need to respect that.

ty tysm for the tag!!! ily <33

last song: good graces - sabrina carpenter

favorite color: i go back and forth but either pink or purple 💜💗

last book: the immortal life of jenrietta lacks

last movie: final destination 3 (halloween season!!!)

last tv show: modern family

sweet/spicy/savoury: i gotta have both sweet and savoury at the same time

relationship status: freshly single <3

last thing i googled: the word "exigence"

current obsession: dark haired men with big biceps

looking forward to: halloween 🎃

tags: @artdcnaldson @voidsuites @diyasgarden @jesuistrestriste @mossgooblyn @girliism @judeable-brainrot

Ten people I’d like to get to know better ᯓᡣ𐭩

thanks for the tag queen @missworld19 !!!!!!

last song: sexy boy by air, i’ve been obsessed with this song recently

favourite colour: hmmm maybe pink but i’ve really been loving blue lately

last book: wuthering heights IT WAS BANGING

last movie: woman of the hour, anna kendrick’s directorial debut IT SLAYED

last tv show: ahs probably 🙈

sweet/spicy/savoury: sweet!

relationship status: single 👎

last thing i googled: “jfk mbti”…

current obsession: the outsiders— i used to be obsessed with this a few years ago when i read the book for the first time but i can feel the obsession resurging

looking forward to: christmas!!!!!

no pressure tags!!!: @lisboncy @rockandrollsgroupie @retard-girl @saintzweig @birdieapplee @f3mcelbambi @lolitaondrugsssss @losverdust @evanpeterswifeyyy @evvyyypeters-fics

y'all idk if i can do day number 8.. i just don't picture art as a rough sex kind of guy!!! plus i don't super love writing about it so.. ill see y'all for day 9!!