jesuistrestriste

[jesuistrestriste]

https://www.tumblr.com/jesuistrestriste/767818400081854464/i-wish-i-had-changed-my-blogs-username-before-i

idk i kinda like it but maybe it’s bc i’m in french rn lol. it’s sooo tumblr so it fits

auugh thank u loll that makes me feel a bit better <3 im just restless and want to change it. plus i once got like three diff asks/comments that all said some variation of "i thought ur username started with 'jesus'.." and that rlly shook me to my core

its funny bc the only reason i have this username is bc i was also in french classes back when i made it lmao i genuinely didnt have the energy back then to come up with something else so i just took one of the first sentences i learned in class and was like. yea. this is good i think.

[jesuistrestriste]

i wish i had changed my blog's username before i started writing bc now i fear it is too ! late !

[jesuistrestriste]

i just think that

and

and also

u know what i mean ?

[jesuistrestriste]

forcefem! art and patrick moodboard <33

ib: @jesuistrestriste ’s work on force fem art ⭐️

[jesuistrestriste]

poly boyfriends!artrick x reader headcanons

– THANK YOU FOR 500!! ily guys thank you for your support, i appreciate every single one of you truly 🥹 this is pretty simple, just fluff and domesticity. barely proofread because i'm me :p also feedback (on all my works) is appreciated so please feel free

ꢾ꣒ everyone knew that patrick and art were best friends, they were always together. tennis matches, classes, parties, you name it. it was nearly impossible for them to be apart for longer than an hour.

ꢾ꣒ but nobody knew they were together together. behind closed doors, hands were all over each other and lips locked. soft 'i love you's' whispered into each other's ears.

ꢾ꣒ patrick didn't care about people knowing but his partner did, it was something art wasn't ready for and he respected that.

ꢾ꣒ when patrick left for tour, art had a hard time adjusting. he didn't really have any friends aside from his boyfriend and tashi, who was always busy with tennis.

ꢾ꣒ so patrick encouraged him to join extracurriculars aside from the tennis team, convincing him that it would help broaden his network and all that stuff.

ꢾ꣒ that's how art ended up at your baking club, he didn't know how to bake but it was either this or the robotics club. you assured him that that's okay, he's here to learn anyways.

ꢾ꣒ it was you, him and a few more people that would meet up atleast twice a month at the assigned members' house. not his, seeing as he lived in the dorms.

ꢾ꣒ you were patient with him which he appreciated, you didn't make him feel dumb for struggling to follow even the simplest instructions neither did you make him feel out of place for being a man learning how to bake. (it was the 2000s, ok)

ꢾ꣒ one night, he dreamt about you in a way that made his heart race until he woke up. he was in a mood for the entire day after that, feeling so guilty because you were his friend and well, he has a boyfriend.

ꢾ꣒ he talked to patrick about it, not wanting to keep anything from him but he was surprised to hear his boyfriend be so casual about it. "it's fine, it was just a dream, it'll pass. plus you're allowed to find other people attractive."

ꢾ꣒ and art hoped it would pass, until it had been two months since and all it did was grew. into a real, stupid crush on you. he couldn't help the way his cheeks grew red or the way his heart skipped a beat whenever you would come near him during your club meetings.

ꢾ꣒ when patrick came back from tour, art couldn't stop himself from tearing up out of guilt. clutching the latter's shirt tightly and furiously apologizing for feeling this way.

ꢾ꣒ that's when they opened up the conversation about the possibility of art being polyamorous.

ꢾ꣒ the next club meeting, which was held at yours again, art brought patrick with him. and when patrick saw you, he understood almost immediately why art was so into you.

ꢾ꣒ despite your disheveled hair, dirty apron and streaks of flour on your cheek, you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. even surpassing his previous crush on tashi duncan.

ꢾ꣒ when art saw his reaction, he felt a burn in his chest. not out of jealousy but rather at the idea of extending their love to you, if you accepted.

ꢾ꣒ you and art decided to bake a cake together while patrick spectated, he's not to be trusted in the kitchen (they learned that the hard way)

ꢾ꣒ art stood on your right while patrick on the other, you were in the middle of them whisking the cake mix.

ꢾ꣒ patrick dipped a finger into the mixture before placing it into his mouth, causing art to softly glare at him for his lack of manners but the look was disregarded.

ꢾ꣒ "so... has my boyfriend been a good club member?"

ꢾ꣒ you couldn't help the way your breath hitched, glancing between the two of them with wide eyes. "boyfriend?"

ꢾ꣒ "aw, you don't talk about me, artie?"

ꢾ꣒ you stood there silently as embarrassment creeped all over your body. you had this idea that maybe art was single and into you, but now his boyfriend was right there, telling you all about their relationship.

ꢾ꣒ patrick immediately clocked your reaction, grinning down at you. "you like him, don't you?"

ꢾ꣒ you swear you nearly died from choking on your own saliva.

ꢾ꣒ "don't worry, sweetheart. he likes you too, a lot"

ꢾ꣒ things escalated quite quickly from then on, the three of you spending most days together at your house or on the tennis court, art walking you to your classes almost everyday and going out whenever patrick is home from tour.

ꢾ꣒ art slept over a lot at yours, his arm tucked under your head and the other draping around your waist while your laptop was on your bedside table, camera on and patrick sleeping on the screen.

ꢾ꣒ it was a little hard to navigate because you made sure to tread carefully as to not leave anyone out but for the most part, it was comfortable and sweet.

ꢾ꣒ patrick was loud and outgoing, art was more introverted and gentle while you were the one that kept the balance between their somehow similar yet contrasting personalities.

ꢾ꣒ you kept patrick in line and helped art learn how to put himself first.

ꢾ꣒ everyone thought that you were dating only one of them, which was fair seeing as how they saw you the most with art

ꢾ꣒ you didn't mind, although it was a little disheartening because you wanted people to know that patrick was your boyfriend too.

ꢾ꣒ and because no one knew patrick was in a relationship, he had a lot of people coming up to him and asking him out.

ꢾ꣒ art had enough one day when the two of you overheard a group of friends objectifying talking about patrick.

ꢾ꣒ when patrick walked up to the two of you before his game, their conversation only got more loud and obnoxious in hopes to catch his attention and art couldn't stop himself from pulling the brunette in for a very passionate kiss. "you're cute when you're jealous, donaldson"

ꢾ꣒ patrick played the entire game with a smirk on his face while art had his head nuzzled into your neck in embarrassment, "why did i do that?"

ꢾ꣒ after graduating university, art joined patrick in going pro, often travelling together.

ꢾ꣒ you opened a small baking business that you would often operate inside your shared apartment until you've saved up enough to rent a place for a small bakery.

ꢾ꣒ when the two boys are home, art, being the sweet boy he is, would help you with orders while patrick is in charge of choosing a movie and what to get for takeout.

ꢾ꣒ although patrick gets bored pretty easily especially when you two were taking long in the kitchen, he'd sneak in and try to distract the two of you. snaking his arms around your waist and trail kisses down from your jaw to your neck.

ꢾ꣒ of course he doesn't want art to feel left out so he'd remove one arm around your waist to reach over and squeeze art's behind, earning him a handful of flour thrown onto his pretty face.

ꢾ꣒ it's a little unconventional sure, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

[jesuistrestriste]

i just think he’s neat .

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i absolutely looove the way you feminize art!!!!! i swear there’s barely any forced feminization / feminization of male characters on here and or ao3 so seeing always makes me happy :3 i love how cute and pretty he is! literally the perfect girl for tashi and patrick <3 forever thinking about art instantly cumming when pat “accidentally” calls him a good girl.. same with art instantly getting a boner when patrick compliments his longer hair (an overgrown shag) “you’re looking good art, just like a girl. a pretty girl. i like it..”

forcing men to get all dolled up and pretty for your entertainment & pleasure is quite literally the best thing ever,, especially when they are all shy and embarrassed about it all!!! #force fem men more #boys will be girls #art is the cutest gf 🌟

gahhh <333 absolutely absolutely absolutelyyy ! there’s really not enough of it in fics—and i think the world would be a better place if we had more of it !

“forcing men to get all dolled up and pretty for your entertainment and pleasure” THAT PART.

i just think that art would secretly feel so much sexier when he’s being forced to wear a silk teddy or a lacy bralette or a pair of panties ! he’d get so hard and hot all over.

and patrick would 100% take advantage of it if he walked in on art dressing up like that before he plans to see you later. like pat walks into art’s place and he’s surprised when his friend nearly jumps out of his skin; something’s off- he’s obviously ashamed of something. and then it becomes clear as day that art has a bra on under his stanford tennis tee and there’s a visible ‘whale tail’ situation going on just above the back of his shorts (..thong..)

and what kind of friend would patrick be if he didn’t tell art how good he looked? comes up to him and squeezes his hips playfully, smirking all smug-like; speaking lowly into the space between them, “what’s all this for, Artie? damn.. you’ve got the whole schtick going on, don’t you…?”

slides his hands around to hold his lower back, and then curls one of his fingers around one side of the thong that’s peeking out. he pulls it from art’s skin and then lets it go, allowing the elastic fabric to snap back against the blonde’s hip. art’s pelvis jolts and he struggles to swallow a whine :/ patrick definitely also slides his touch up the front of his friend’s shirt and palms his pecs over the bra, “nice tits by the way.”

art has a hard time not cumming in his shorts right then and there ! it’s almost stupid how horny he gets from that stuff alone..

[jesuistrestriste]

Cant remember if you've previously been asked but do you know of/ like red dead redemption

ok so i’ve never played the game(s) or watched playthroughs, but ive seen clips/bits and pieces of rdr2 !!!

i think it looks like a beautiful game and i love love love the complexity of arthur’s character and the contrast between the deer symbolism and the wolf(?) symbolism. so good

also arthur is such a cutie <3

[jesuistrestriste]

I NEED TO SUCK ON HIS TITS

UGHHH ME TOO ME TOOO :((

i need art donaldson to lay down on his back and just let me get IN there. i need to play with his boobs. right now.

[jesuistrestriste]

how do u think art would feel about being choked??🫢

ohhh my god im so glad u asked teehee

honestly i think he’d be a little hesitant at first, bc he’s not really sure if he’s going to enjoy that sort of play, but the moment you’re straddling his lap and placing your palms around his throat ??

it gets his eyes widening and then rolling back, his legs shaking under you and tensing up. he’d definitely rasp out a little “woah” and then his fingers would find your waist and dig in when he feels your touch tighten against his pulse points and stem the blood-flow and air intake a little more. it gets his head all fuzzy; he feels like he’s high on something he never knew he needed.

he would definitely cum really hard the second you take your hands away and let him take that first big breath in; all the blood rushing back into his head (even though most of has already pooled down south..) i think he’d start to really crave it when he’s having really passionate or intense sex tbh

[jesuistrestriste]

i watched anora tn and i am now viciously attracted to both mikey madison AND yuriy borisov omg

[jesuistrestriste]

Puppy art and owner Patrick again and again and again

mmmm little blond puppy Art who's just so braindead in his subspace, he needs his owner to take care of him:( and Patrick does just that, making sure he eats and stays hydrated, washing him, brushing his curls, laying him in bed softly. he buys him pretty ears and collars and leashes and tails that swish when he wiggles his hips. and of course, fucks him brainless when he crawls up to him to paw at his crotch while whining needily. he rams into him relentlessly, his leash curled around his first tightly, listening to Art whimper and moan and beg for more. "Ah ah, dogs don't use words, do they?" and Art just moans and starts to yip and bark as every thrust hits that perfect spongy spot inside him.

[jesuistrestriste]

GODDDDDD PLAYING WITH ART’S NIPPLES TILL HE CUMS YOU’RE SO REAL

literally think about that daily… his pretty pink nipples, & maybe it’s standford era art & he’s a little confused as to why you’re even paying attention to his chest, but then you start biting & tonguing one of his nipples while rolling the other one between your finger, & oh. oh! that feels so good & he starts whimpering so loud & his hips buck up & he gets so desperate so fast <3 what a cutie <3

!!!! exactly exactly exactly

you've got him pinned underneath you, his skin already sticky and damp with sweat from a previous training session down at the stanford courts, and he's got this look on his face like he's sure he won’t walk away from this little encounter unscathed.

it took less convincing than you had assumed it would to get him laid down and shirtless for you, his pink nipples embarrassingly hard already as you crawl over his tense thighs. you sit over his pelvis, and almost are certain that you feel a lil twitch in his shorts. cute.

“i don’t think this is gonna do anything for me,” he tries to reason with you, shaking his head as his blonde locks start to cling to his flushed forehead, “like, it’s— i’m not- i don’t think i’m sensitive there, or, like, i just… i dunno. you can try, but..”

he rambles and trails off. you huff. there’s no anger or frustration behind it, you just feel sorry for him. art has always had such a sensitive body, and he’s never even thought to touch himself in the way you’re about to? it’s a pity, really.

you reach a hand up and push some of his hair back, and his eyes soften before a little sigh of warm arousal leaves his nose; his big blue orbs carefully taking in your every move. watching.. waiting. hoping, really, that you’ll be gentle. that you’ll go easy on him this time.

“let’s just see,” you hum lowly and sweetly, and then you lean back to look to his chest. his back arches a little under your gaze, and he lets out a small noise of impatience— barely a squeak.

and to think, only a moment ago he was acting like he wasn’t eager for this.

your palms come down to drag your two handfuls of nails down the expanse of his upper body, and there’s a brief moment when your middle finger brisks his left bud.

he can’t help it; his body jerks immediately.

“ah—“ his brows start to pinch, and then he swallows the spit collecting over his tongue. he didn’t expect it to feel like this.

you smirk and drag your touch back up until your pointer fingers start to play with his buds. they pass over them a few times before they start rubbing them slowly. circling; like they’re clits.

he gasps shakily, lids fluttering and eyes rolling back, before his hips roll up against your ass just once. one languid movement, and then he’s moaning like a total whore. not unsurprising, given his track record.. he’s always loud.

“ohh, fuck,” he whimpers, “oh, oh, fuck, oh..”

the coil of warmth in his stomach starts to knot faster than he can think, and then he’s slamming his eyes shut as he cries out. “gonna come, gonna come, gonna- gonna- gonna-! oh no—“

you bite your lip and slide your fingers off of his nipples, watching them remain pebbled even when your touch is gone.

art sobs, his abs tightening and rippling when he curls in on himself below you and air is desperately pulled into his lungs through gritted teeth.

the fire bubbling over in his pelvis starts to return to a simmer, and you have to bear down on his lower body to get him to stop compulsively thrusting up into you. he’s breathing heavy like he just ran a hefty marathon; panting like a damn dog.

“hmmn— oh g-god..” art whines, his hands grasping onto his dorm room bedsheets as he feels his release slip right through his fingers, radiating down from his hypersensitive chest.

“not sensitive here, hm?” you tease.

but he doesn’t find it funny.

all he can think about is how embarrassed he feels, and how much he wants you to just lean down and suck one of his newfound weak-points into your hot mouth. he wants your tongue rolling over one of them the same way it does when you lick his cock after he’s been good..

hell, he’d die for it right then and there. but his (small but mighty) sense of pride gets the better of him, and he shakes his head.

“n-no.. not… ‘m not..” he slurs. drool muddles his words. and even then, they’re hardly audible between his residual breathy groans and the sound of the bed creaking under his squirming.

but the throbbing of his dick inside his clothing—spurting out just one pathetic rope of his unintentionally ruined orgasm—speaks for itself.

[jesuistrestriste]

i fear you've awakened something in me with the nipple stuff... that shit is HOT

i just adore the idea of ordering art to keep his hands behind his back before you drizzle lube all over his pecs and then flick your pointer fingers against his nipples until he starts gasping and arching his back:(

he goes from “oh..?” to “ohh” after just sixty seconds of that sort of treatment <3

[jesuistrestriste]

Art who gains weight after he retires because hes just so happy and content and loves food, hes got so much to explore ❤

RAAAHHH retired, post-divorce art who gets a lil tummy and an extra layer of fat on his body bc he’s not working out for several hours a day, 7 days a week anymore and he eats more than protein shakes in a day. especially after he starts dating you because you take him to all your favorite lunch, brunch, and dinner spots around the city.

at first he’s sooo self conscious about it bc you met him right after he decided to retire, when he was in top shape still, and he’s worried you won’t be attracted to him anymore. meanwhile, you’re burying your face in his tummy and his chest literally every chance you get because you love it so much. you love it and you tell him so as often as you can without freaking him out. he blushes so hard every time, but eventually he doesn’t shy away as much as he used to. as a reward for taking your compliments so well, you go down on him <33

[jesuistrestriste]

i got a letter like a month or so ago in the mail telling me that i have to appear for jury duty ??

i got another letter a few days ago with instructions + directions to call the court tonight and see if the case is settled (bc if it’s settled already, i don’t have to show up)

and so i called. and i have to go be a juror tomorrow. at 9 AM. and the courthouse is 30+ min from me. guhhhhhh !

[jesuistrestriste]

going to get new septum jewelry rn + also thinking about playing w art donaldsons nipples till he cums. prayers up it’s over 4 me :/