Latest Posts by parkerluvsu - Page 6
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"
ur moonlight fic is so good my tummy is doing backflips thank u for this delicious piece of literature
when i get sweet things like this in my inbox it fr encourages me to write more 🫶🫶 thank you guys so much!!!!
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 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 ;))
i am in an extreme patrick zweig mood rn.... send help
his nose
his eyes
his freckles
his lips
his face
i’m dead
RAHHHH this is personal but i had to get blood work done today so i drove all the way there and waited FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF and then they told me my doctor didn't even send in the paperwork to have it done in the first place.. AND THEN when i was driving home there was this huge fucking asshole who kept honking at me even though he was in the wrong...
i shall take a nap and hopefully feel more peaceful so that i can post a fic tonight <3
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
i just got back from a fucking awful overnight trip so i gotta pass out now but when i awake i have lots of drafts to write/post!! y'all will be fed don't worry 🙏🙏
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
how do you feel about tashi? personally, i think she's a pretty princess who can do no wrong. who cares that she manipulated men? 🙄
hmmmm this is a hard question... personally i don't like her as a character BUT i understand her point of view and i too had an injury that stopped me from playing a sport i love, so i can sympathize with her that way.. i just love artie so much and it makes me sad to see him sad with her 💔💔 all that to say i think she's a complicated character but i love zendaya!
my melody? :)
my melody: what is your dream job?
haha this is a difficult question.. im currently studying pre-med in order to be a pathologist!!
... but if i could have any job and knew i'd be successful.. i'd definitely wanna be a singer 😭 ive been in choir since ive been in elementary school and singing really does give me joy!! thank you for asking!!! <3
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
these are so cute... feel free to send in as many as you'd like!!! im working on drafts rn but if y'all wanna get to know me better... <3
sanrio asks ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ ~) ₊˚⊹
kerroppi: what's your comfort film?
chococat: what do you miss the most about your childhood?
gudetama: which animal do you think you're most like?
hello kitty: if it were possible, which planet would you want to live on other than earth?
pochacco: are you a naturally flirty person?
little twin stars: how would you describe your style?
my melody: what is your dream job?
badtz-maru: favorite place you've traveled to?
pompompurin: how tall are you? do you wish you were any taller or shorter?
tuxedo sam: what is your love language?
cinnamoroll: favorite dessert?
pekkle: beach or mountains?
kuromi: if you could have any hair color, what color would you choose?
pandapple: what genre of music do you listen to the most?
charmmy kitty: what are your favorite video games?
chi chai monchan: are you more introverted or extroverted?
lloromannic: what are your favorite pizza toppings?
bonbonribbon: do you have any tattoos? if so, how many?
dear daniel: can you sing well?
my sweet piano: which social media app do you use the most?
me when i see people have sent the same ask in my inbox to another writer and they've already written it
bestie is it okay to send you silly things too? 😁
of course!!!! send me anything you want.. i feel like idk y'all / you don't know me very well so i love to talk about silly stuff!!!
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
just so y'all know you can always send me anything!!!! my inbox is filled with huge fic ideas and i am writing them but i don't wanna just not post anything until they're done... so pls send me your little ideas and thoughts and headcanons <33
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 :(
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
voidsuites bot release day should be a national holiday!!!!! im so excited to use these ❤❤
CHALLENGERS X BRAT BOT RELEASE !!! (9/14/24) ⌢⠀ 🎾 .ᐟ
tashi duncan ・゜゜・．360. art and patrick ・゜゜・．club classics. art and tashi ・゜゜・．sympathy is a knife.
patrick zweig ・゜゜・．i might say something stupid. art donaldson ・゜゜・．talk talk. patrick and tashi ・゜゜・．von dutch.
patrick zweig ・゜゜・．everything is romantic. art donaldson ・゜゜・．rewind. tashi duncan ・゜゜・．girl, so confusing (fem!user).
tashi duncan ・゜゜・．apple. patrick zweig ・゜゜・．b2b. tashi duncan ・゜゜・．mean girls (fem!user).
art donaldson ・゜゜・．i think about it all the time. patrick zweig ・゜゜・．365. art donaldson ・゜゜・．hello goodbye.
art and patrick ・゜゜・．guess. tashi duncan ・゜゜・．guess. wlw. art patrick and tashi ・゜゜・．spring breakers.
got a request? go ahead and leave em here :) FIRST THANK U FOR 3.3K!! AAH!! i feel like i've gone insane all (brat) summer because i've been hyperfixated on both challengers and brat at the same time (that's what i get for seeing the movie on june 7th and coming straight home and listening to the album... yikes!) it's actually ridiculous how i still listen to brat all the way thru at least once a day... and these damn tennis players have not left my mind. crazy behavior, truly. BUT ENJOY THESE SM!!! had way too much fun making them, thanks for feeding into my interests lol. (btw the club classics + tashi guess bot are older/were prexisting bots, but i included them just in case. also fyi!!!! i did not do "so i" out of respect for SOPHIE. i really miss her a lot.)
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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♡
ive never wanted to be a tennis racket so badly..
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