Patrick Giving You The Sloppiest Head You’ve Ever Seen

thank u all for the nice bday wishes ily!!! we will be back to our scheduled programming ASAP!!

i have to hold my breath every time i save a draft on here cuz it randomly doesn't work 🥲

(p.s new art fic coming out tonight... just writing the smut rn ;))

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 🤷‍♀️

elton is such a mood.. i literally screamed when they won 😭😭

when i watched the movie for the first time and saw these shots i had to pause it and go walk around my room bcuz.. why does he look better in panties than me???? absolutely unfair

Would love to ask Luca Guadagnino how exactly are these shots crucial for the plot because…

Boyfriend Art going to a boys night out and getting drunk and Patrick calling you to go get your boyfriend because he's been talking about you the whole time and talking about how much he is in love with you and all and when you go back home things lead to a hot makeout session while he's telling how much he's so lucky to be your boyfriend and how he is so obsessed with you

this is so cute omg.. i need bf art in my life so bad!!!

all you wanted was a chill night in, no parties, no loud neighbors, and no hangovers. when art said that patrick invited him to a frat party on the other side of campus, sitting at the foot of your bed with puppy dog eyes, you couldn't say no. but, you made him promise not to come back too drunk or too late. art agreed, letting patrick drag him to the party around 10.

it was almost 1 now, and you were cuddled up in your blankets binge watching your favorite show when you felt your phone vibrate from under the mountain of fuzzy fabric. patricks caller id flashed on the screen as you accepted the call.

"patrick? what's up, are you guys okay?"

"hey um.. art got pretty wasted tonight.. he got a hold of some pink whitney and you know how he gets so.."

you sigh, shaking your head, before you hear some rustling on the other end of the line.

"'s this her?" you hear a little hiccup from the voice you now recognize as arts. "'m sorry baby i didn't know it was g'nna get m' drunk.." another hiccup "feels like the room is spinning.." another rustle.

"yeah well.. you heard him.. can you come pick him up? ill send you our location"

you agree to drive over, pulling on one of arts old hoodies and driving over as quick as you can. pulling up at the frat house, you see a scattering of red solo cups on the lawn, along with some beer cans. you wait in your car for a minute before you see patrick helping art down the front steps, and you open your door when patrick helps strap art in. patrick pokes his head through the window, "again, sorry about this, he just kept asking for you.." patrick sighs, looking at art, whose gaze is fixed only on you. arts watery blue eyes look at you like you've hung the stars themselves, and it isn't even only because he's drunk, he looks at you that way always.

the drive home is quiet, with arts occasional hiccups disrupting the silence. art leans over when you're at a stoplight, the red lights illuminating his face, "'m really sorry.. i didn't wan' you to be angry at me" he says, pouting at you as you continue the drive home. you shake your head, "im not mad at you art, i just always want you to be safe okay? i don't want to have to worry about you so much.." art hangs his head and nods, falling quiet again.

by the time you arrive at your dorm, arts still hiccuping, stumbling over his own feet as you usher him into your room, not keen of waking anyone up at the early hour of the morning. art flops onto your bed, his head bouncing on your pillow, the movement causing a groan to erupt from his lips.

you root around in your drawers, trying to find an old pair of his boxers and a shirt. suddenly, you feel a pair of hands wrap around your waist, a head presses against your neck and you feel a sigh of warm air against you. "art.. go sit on the bed" you sigh, pulling some clothes out for him. art presses wet kisses along your shoulder, nuzzling his nose into your skin. "'m sorry.. please f'give me.. didn't mean to make you angry" he whines, squeezing your waist. you shake you head, turning around in his arms, "im not angry art.. please go sit down so you can change.." you sigh, breaking away from his arms and leading him to the bed. art sits on the edge of the bed, his alcohol-muddled brain causing him to stare off into space. you tap art's arms, silently asking him to raise them, pulling his stained shirt off of his body with ease.

you can't deny it.. any anger that was in your body when you drove art home is gone now, seeing his slightly messy hair and pale skin glowing in the moonlight only makes you want to take care of him more. once his shirt is off you hand him an older t-shirt he left at your place, watching him put it on before handing him some pajama pants. you get art situated in bed, walking to the kitchen and filling up a glass of water and walking back.

art looks up at you blearily, tucked into the corner of your bed and where it meets the wall. you slide into bed next to him, feeling his body slump into yours once again, his face smushed into your shoulder. his hiccups have gone now, just soft breaths against your skin. it's completely silent, until art takes a sharp breath in. "i- i don' think patrick told you but everyone at the party was so annoyed with me.. couldn't stop talking about you.." that catches your attention, making your heart thump in your chest. "i swear patrick wanted to kill me, i know he's just jealous though.." you can't help but fall for the bait, "whys he jealous?" you ask. art presses closer to you, his nose almost touching yours, "cuz you're perfect.. 'n sweet 'n amazing.." he presses a small peck on your lips for each word, a tipsy smile emerging on his face. his smile is infectious, and you can't help but kiss him back, smiling against his lips, "is that so?" you add. he huffs against you, letting you take the lead against his clumsy lips. you can still taste the sweet liquor on his lips, almost making you feel intoxicated yourself. art leans into you more, placing his hands on your knees and moving further. "'s true.. 'm fuckin' obsessed with you.." he groans out, now growing more confident in his movements.

you let the kiss grow more heated until you feel arts hands starting to creep under your shirt, and you pull away slowly, letting a string of drool connect you. art blinks at you, confused. "why'd you stop?" he practically pouts. "you're drunk art, you know i love you but you gotta sleep this off" you say, sweeping a thumb on his cheek. as if on cue, art yawns, only proving your point. he slumps into bed, pulling up a blanket from the foot of your bed. "fine.. but we continue this tomorrow, yeah?" he asks, one last request before falling asleep. "sure, sure art" you reply, running your fingers through his soft blond hair. you're sure art won't remember all of this in the morning, but you sure as hell won't let him forget it <3

what if I said after all this time I actually still ship art and patrick more out of the whole throuple??

when the movie first came out, people were saying anyone leaving tashi out of the dynamic was giving misogyny, but like sorry their story was just more compelling for me 😩

i still like her character, but I just wasn’t invested in her love story with either men…what do you think?

i definitely agree... idk thinking about them makes me cry im just an emotional girl what can i say.. i do think that undermining tashis role in the story/her character is definitely just being ignorant 😭 but yeah art and patrick are endgame for me.. there's just something about childhood best friends who part ways and then get back together that is so scrumptious to me!!!

well... i just made an appointment to get an IUD so..

god i hate america

a sabrina carpenter inspired fic will be coming out tomorrow!! i can't write tonight cuz im so beat up about a test i failed that was OPEN NOTE like bitch am i just stupid or...

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