#alien!artdonaldson

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

eeeek alien!art who uses ur laptop after u forget to close ur tab w ur porn ☹️

he gets so hot n bothered and he’s basically pawing at your boobs bc he’s popping a massive boner and doesn’t know how to get rid of it

just knows that he wants to see ur body and feel it on his

He'd promise himself he would only watch one video but one turned into 10 and before he knew it 30 minutes passed by, he'd walk out of his room heart racing in his chest with flushed pink cheeks, he'd stumble forward a little embarrassed with tiny stain on cum on his boxers leaking through the fabric.

you didn't realize how horny he was you were so focused on making dinner when he wrapped his arms around you, his hands automatically moving up to cup your breasts squeezing a little to hard.

"Art.. What's up?" You'd grumble and poor thing would feel so ashamed "nothing just.. feel flustered." He'd shrug refusing to admit that he wanted to fuck you ruthlessly

so he'd just rut up against your ass softly grinding against your ass whimpering into your neck "wanna fuck you like the guys do online.." He'd curse nibbling at your neck as he ground himself harder on your back until he'd cum before you could even help him out :/

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

more alien art learning about sex! i was thinking what if he learns what the prostate is and he keeps casually hinting to you that he wants you to try to find it for him

Oh he’d be so shy to ask then again he’s shy about anything regarding sex it’s endearing

anything regarding his butt was a bit taboo for him, he found himself grimacing at the idea of sticking anything inside of his anus but his mind wandered when he saw women fucking their boyfriends with pretty strap-ons, hyperfixated at the idea after rubbing rubbing his dick through his pants at the scene. After extensive research he realized that he indeed had one and was gagged when he realized you could stimulate it. 

You were curious why he was spending so much time in the bathroom too, constantly looking at his backside even sticking his hands in his boxers feeling himself up

“Art.. Why are you touching your butt?” you’d ask innocently trying not to upset him

Of course he’d clammer up but admits “I want to know what it feels like inside of me” he hums slipping off his pants and spreading his cheeks the action beyond unexpected.

“Like.. inside of your butt?” you’d question

“Prostate massage.” He confirms gliding his fingers between his ass trying to stick one in hissing in discomfort 

Not even a day later you ordered a strap-on his favorite color of course and a bottle of lube online, leaving it on his bed as a gift. 

He bounds up to you beyond excited tugging your pants down urging you to fuck him “inside please” shoving it into your hands

It culminates to him completely fucked out on his bed face pressed against pillows ass arched up as you pound into him reaching under his hips and jacking him off at the same time while he’s  gasping for air gripping the sheets tightly. He cums under 3 minutes which is a new record for him, body spasming under you as he orgasms, cum smeared on his sheets and belly as he lays limp a whimpering mess.

 “you did so well Art” you hum giving his ass cheek a light slap

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

ahem.. alien!art.. I’ll just drop this here

he’s so overly grateful every single time u make him food like. for me :DD

maybe where he’s from, it’s a bit like, food is a labour of love, takes time to collect ingredients, to mix it all properly, to prepare stuff, to make it yummy (maybe their food is purely sustenance, nothing there really for the tastebuds). maybe sharing/giving food is seen as something like an offering or a token - be my mate, or be my confidant, or be my family. he doesn’t know that you don’t know this, so no matter when this happens (pre or post sex stuff), he’s constantly trying to figure out which he is to you now, cus he accepts the food everytime, but he’s a bit weird cus he’s like… in a mate way or in a ‘we coexist well together’ way :(((

everytime u set a plate infront of him, he’s shooting up to spare u a cheek kiss, he’s doing everything in his power to say Im accepting this token in a mate way.

Some NSFW + All of the Alien Art lovers are so big brained <3 thank you for keeping him alive

I agree, food on his planet is generally bland and most of life there is boring. It’s all routine

3 different meals to choose from for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Go to work specifically designed for your skill set, some leisure only made for maintaining health, the occasional book and craft making for entertainment and sleep. After crash landing going back to that is actual torture for him.

And yes! the luxuries of enjoying life are meant to be exclusively shared with a lover or family, actual good meals are saved for special occasions, birthdays, holidays etc growing and harvesting plants wasn't easy on his planet most of the soil there was rotten so imagine his shock the first time you ever offered him anything, a small snack with tea or even a leftover slice of cake. 

It’s scary the way he’s slack jawed following your every move in the kitchen ready to pounce on you. You actually love him like that?? But you don’t even know him! He hugged you so tight, craved to be bonded to you for life while you’re trying to pry him off. It hurt his feelings when you first rejected him. You realized to accept his affection when he burst into tears while serving him breakfast he wouldn't let go of your hand and you yanked it out of his.

and irritated scoff left your lips “Stop it Art it’s just food" you mutter under your breath

“But.. it’s from me, made special by you.” He cried eyes glimmering from adoration and sadness munching on pancakes with blueberry eyes and a whipped cream smile. 

he always latches his mouth onto yours after you taught him how to kiss as a thank you sex as well, Art would get on his knees pull down your pants or ask you to sit on his lap so he can finger you before he eats, he's eager to please. 

Dummy never tells you why he’s so excited to love you after you offer him food either he’s too embarrassed to and it just adds onto the complex nature of your relationship, are you his damn girlfriend or not :(

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

Alien!Art Donaldson Headcanons + Thoughts:

This is beyond odd but I just rewatched a few episodes of star crossed the alien show and the brain worms won't leave me alone. (Some of his body modifications are inspired by the show).

Very quiet prefers to listen to you speak than talk himself. When you first meet he prefers to write out his thoughts more than voicing them. He has the tendency to stare, it's a little unsettling at first his eyes open wide locked in on whatever he’s fixated on especially when he's in public and around strangers. You usually apologize for his actions through a forced smile and distract him with something else giving him fidget toys he insisted you’d buy

His curiosity tends to get him into trouble, walking around your home picking up fragile items and letting them slip out of his grasp as his attention is caught elsewhere. But he's very nifty with technology, you'll find him on your computer or phone making adjustments he see's fit that actually work out in your favor

Night owl he'll try to be quiet but you'll hear him snacking on chips while sifting through books, he's hyper fixated on the tennis section of sports illustrated magazine though

the most empathetic being you've ever met, he sits with you watching all your favorite films and shows. He'll hunker through thrillers, action even horror while cowering behind blankets his body basically meshing into yours in fear. But his personal favorites are romances shedding tears for the ones with tragic endings. Poor thing is weeping by the end of them. "Why would they end that way?" He blubbers eyes fixated on the screen as tears run down his face lighting up his birth marks a mix of intergalactic hues staining his cheeks. You can't help but reach out and wrap him in your arms "life doesn't always have happy endings Art.." you mumble rocking him back and forth consoling the weeping man.

Very sensitive to human touch at first it unnerved him your he would naturally stiffen up the minute you'd try lay a hand on him. You had learned to be gentle using hand signals to try to guide him to do things. On his home planet it wasn't really necessary unless it was for reproducing or being cordial between each other but he craves it the minute he realizes how nice it feels, initiating contact himself attempting to hold your hand in his, walking up and wrapping his arms around you randomly through out the day although the awkwardly/wonky the act slowly becoming his love language towards you.

Is a quick learner, his eyes are always observing you so he copies your actions, he picks up some of your own quirks as well, the way you scratch your nose or stand a certain way. You also see him copying other people around him or online, the funniest ones are of him imitating dances on tiktok.

He also wants to teach you some of what he knows, is eager to show anything that piques your interest, sitting you down outside at night pointing at the stars explaining you some of what he knows. It's endearing when he get's so excited talking about home and his family is adorable. (he starts shaking with joy)

Thinks astrology is silly but entertains the idea for you anyways

Becomes interested in you and your body after learning about sex and human intimacy, he first had seen it on the titanic admiring how soft it was then flipped through the channels euphoria happened to be playing intrigued and unsettled by how aggressive sex could be trying to ignore how flustered it made him not understanding why something like that made him so horny. The last time he see's it before you find out is when he’s snooping through your computer opening up your history clicking on a link eyes wide when he sees the most recent video from an adult website 'woman getting fucked until creampied.' His eyes are open like saucers, his mouth agape watching the entire clip he's tugging his growing boner without realizing it.

That’s when you notice him staring a bit more ogling you whenever you’re wearing low tops revealing your chest or while your walking in and out of your bathroom in a robe as you get ready for the day he get’s shy after you mention it "is something wrong?” You frown a bit concerned. He vehemently shakes his head no but you can see right through it the minute your gaze shifts down to his pants and the tent in them. He's flushing red when he's caught, tinges of pale pink glowing through his birth marks betraying his true emotions.

He shows you some of his powers. Occasionally moving objects with his mind, toying with your emotions to make you feel better when you've had a bad day and showing you how his birth marks work, how water triggers the blue and purple galactic colors to arise, he secretly hopes you find him cool living for your praise.

Alien Art is very endearing once he begins developing feelings for you. Picking up picture frames around your home and tracing your face in them admiring how happy you look a tiny smile forming on his face. He'll sit at your vanity and spray your signature perfume on himself because it calms him down. Will steal your clothes and sleep in them whenever he can (you'll sift through your closet trying to find your favorite hoodie and shirts you find it all in a pile on his bed under the covers <3)

Strangest thing he does is mouth at cutlery and cups you've used. He'd be walking around your place sucking the rim of coffee mugs left out on the table or spoons you used to drink soup with (oral fixation goes crazy). He likes the idea of having your lips on his but he's too scared to actually try and make a move.

just loves you from a distance (for now).

I can go all day talking about Alien!Art <3 might self indulge in more

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

Had to repost this someone keeps spamming me and I can't block them :(

Valentines day with Alien Art and Pirate Art:

this was so rushed I was trying to get it out on time :(

cutie was introduced to it at the end of January when all the decorations and chocolates began to be stocked up on shelves in stores.

"what's that mean?" He asks tugging on your shirt sleeve "Valentine's Day"

Art’s beyond puzzled, what's with the hearts? The teddy bears? His confused expression was adorable.

"You celebrate it with people you love, it's popular between couples but friends and family get involved too" you explain, picking up a bag of candy hearts 'I love you's and kiss me’ printed on the tiny colorful sweets. The more you both strolled down the aisles the more Art notices the longing in your eyes. Watching boyfriends pick out flowers, girlfriends rummaging through cards and chocolates.

"Can I please have the sugar cookies?" Of course you'd give in, pecking a kiss on his cheek before snagging a few of his favorite flavors. Art takes that time to veil his actions emitting invisible waves and stuffing items in his pockets, anything he deems perfect for you. Hershey kisses, a stuffed bunny, roses almost filling his tote bag to the brim.

That night he placed everything he bought on the dining room table attempting to create the perfect layout. Stacking up snacks with stuffed toys and topping it all off with a sloppily homemade card.

That morning he woke up to gasp, sprinting out of his room and meeting you eyes full of unshed tears as you read his card, barely legible words jumbled messily across the paper, the entire thing covered in lipstick marks Art's obvious doing and a little drawing of the both of you kissing each other on the back.

"Art-" you'd choke out, “sorry!” concern lacing his features sprinting towards your shaking frame not meaning to upset you. 

"No these are good tears" you reassure him, holding both his hands

 "No one's ever done this for me.. thank you" you murmur softly.

"no big deal" he shrugs a prink blush on his cheeks, you stare down at his lips glancing back up at his eyes and press a gentle kiss on his mouth fleeting but full of love.

"second kiss" Art whispered completely enamored, his fingers lifting up caressing his mouth. He leans mouth awkwardly slotting against yours his eyes shut tight cupping your cheeks

“calm down baby" you giggle.

Valentines day with Pirate Art:

Art had been a nervous wreck thinking about Valentine's day, he was a romantic at heart, having had a few flings in the past with women and men that won his heart briefly but nothing compared to his feelings towards you. The longing had gotten worse; he'd begun neglecting his duties, rightfully pissing off the rest of his crew. Patrick tried to reign him in when rumors of mutiny began floating across the ship and small village.

"snap out of it" Patrick urged "or at least fake paying attention while you work" but Art barely paid any mind to his pleas

 Patrick’s frustrations built up day by day the more aloof Art became. “Listen man, the rest of the crew want you gone. You need to stop with the fantasies, it’s not healthy.” Patrick shook Art’s shoulders trying to get his point across.

“they wouldn’t..” he shook his head confused, frankly hurt by the notion that his friends would betray him like that just because they don’t understand, but Art began to notice the sneers and jabs as time passed by, Patrick was right. 

"You'll be fine I don't want anything to happen to you is all" Patrick sighed consoling him. Of course he refused to listen.

the perfect idea popped up in his mind, a matching token like you'd given him a month back. He sold some of his belongings for an authentic finery, a necklace made for you. It might be selfish, his inflated ego getting the best of him but he adored the idea of you owning a piece of him something you could carry around proof that he was yours and you were his. 

He badgered Patrick for help weeks before the special day knowing the man had some experience in metal work. “Who's this for?” He asked carving the delicate ornament

"just a girl.." Art hummed attempting to sound nonchalant 

"Is it the mystery woman you've been hiding from me? a lover you secretly run to at odd hours of the day." Art blushes as he snickers refusing to answer for patrick’s chidings

“you’re making me a little jealous, Donaldson” he smirks, blowing off powdery residue “it’s done” wipes his hands on his pants handing over the jewelry. “Thank you” Art beams hugging Patrick tight.

Art added a few more items, roses of course with local coastal blooms bunches of sea holly and primrose, also managed to steal a book 'Romeo and Juliet' his hand flipped through the pages a sad smiled made its way across his face, a couple at odds with the circumstances they were forced to face sadly too familiar with the story himself.

All he hoped for was that these novelties were enough to make you happy.

—-

“Hello” you swim closer “I’ve missed you” you whisper clasping his hand bringing it up to your cheek craving his warmth for what felt like years  “oh baby” He grasps your palm bringing it up to his mouth kissing it gently trying to commit this moment to memory.

You perk up when something slides down beside him. “What is it?” You laugh wondering what he’s hiding behind his back as it falls into view. “It’s a gift, there is this celebration.. it’s for lovers” he grins gaze latched onto yours

Eyes widen “lovers?” You echo did he love you?

“Lovers as in anyone.. between family and friends as well” he stammers backpedaling not ready to admit his feelings.

“Oh..” you swim back dejectedly, it was a fruitless endeavor. Art doesn’t feel the same way. He lunges forward the moment he glimpses the distress in your eyes, “wait!” he lunges forward “the point is I care about you deeply.”

He can’t say it not now, the thought of confessing making him queasy. “Just here” He finally pulls the items from hiding. 

“it’s all beautiful” you awe taking the treasures from his grasp, smelling the flowers and holding the book in your hands ‘romeo and juli-’ you whisper attempting to pronounce the foreign words, “Juliet” he caresses your cheek “the both of us..” he smiles sadly.

 “One last thing” he hands the last offering nervously waiting for your reaction, “Art.. it’s perfect” you thread the necklace through your fingers “we match” he grins pinching your cheek.

You admire the gold chain with a medallion in the center both your initials ingrained in the center. “Thank you, my valentine.” you giggle pulling him into the frigid waters by his collar

 “fuck!” He yelps as he falls in, wrapping his arms around your waist sealing the rest of his curses with a kiss.

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

Call me a perv but your Alien!Art blurb about pegging him has been stuck on my mind😭 Just thinking about how desperate and needy he is after learning about sex and how sweet he is is just UGHHHHHH my sweet angel

he goons out way to easily

Alien Art is absolutely addicted to sex and affection with you, ANYTHING related to to it honestly. All hours of the day craving your attention and touch. Shuffling beneath your sheets and popping a tit in his mouth most mornings or just reaching into your shirt to hold them through out the day.

You're sitting down watching tv he's sliding you on his lap and (with your consent) worming his hand into your pants cupping your pussy.

SO INTO COCKWARMING! Starts off by asking for blowies trying to be discrete about it feeling little ashamed for wanting to fuck you so much, "suck it.. please" he whimpers little puppy eyes looking down at the tent in his pants it turns into sliding his cock inside of you whenever you share a bed, he falls asleep so easily involuntarily thrusting his hips until he cums inside you there's a huge puddle of his spunk on the bed your both of you sticky from his release (the shlick when he pulls out..)

you wonder why his libido jumped up out of nowhere decide to snoop through his internet history and feel a little guilty for how depraved his search history on porn sites is. You tainted your sweet alien baby </3

he can't help it you + intimacy= happy Alien Art

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

omggg yessss more jealous alien art plssss🤸‍♂️🗣️💳💥💳🙂‍↕️🙌 alien art who does anything in his willpower to keep you interested i him (he doesn't need to obv but his a dummy) throwing himself at you so you can explore sex more, kissing and touching and stuff (him wanting for you to use the strap again yum) silly little blondie

NSFW 18+ mentions of free use, maybe dub con

YES, his high libido was honestly getting to you, feeling absolutely exhausted whenever he asked for more rounds of sex, whether he was trying to please you or vice versa.

"I can't" you'd plead whenever he'd come up and pull you into his room sitting you on his bed trying to tug your shirt off "can we take a break a few days."

"but I miss you" he pants kissing the column of your neck as you throw your head back "you miss me too right?" he whines nipping your skin cupping your tits over your shirt

you couldn't saying no to his puppy dog eyes not when he's pathetically on his knees slowly pulling down your pants spreading your legs apart nudging his face between your clothed pussy licking a stripe against your underwear wet with your arousal. Acting all innocent when he knows you'd always say yes.

Also is ass out ready for you to fuck him with the strap you know what he wants cause he leaves the bottle of lube and your strap set on your bed, of course he's back arched ready for you.

and no amount of kisses and fucking can satiate his desires you'd honestly turn into his free use toy letting him bend you over the couch or forcing you to sit on his dick in the mornings or slips inside your bed seething himself inside you just to calm him down is a tease about it though keeps sliding his dick through your slick cock working himself up just to stuff himself in you last minute cum in your pussy (think I spoke about this before). It's his favorite little routine.

it got 10 times worse whenever you hang out with guys especially Patrick, will stare at both of you in the corner of the room thinking of ways to end him then jumps your bones the minute he leaves.

He would do anything to mark you too, hickeys, bites, bruises, scratches even leave a residue on your clothes and skin that is hard to wash off (weird alien cum <3). He'd grin happily whenever anyone would mention his markings on you "what that goo on your shirt? You really should take a shower your hands are sticky" so nasty. Yes it's degrading he expects for some kind of punishment maybe the silent treatment but so fucking hot you don't care. Possessive Alien Art just loves you doesn't know how to not be a freak about it.

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

hihihi!! i love your alien!art donaldson!!

i’m not sure if this has been asked before, but have you ever written anything about how we met him/first impressions on his part?

thank you for writing everything you do!! <33

Meeting Alien!Art for the first time:

The first thing that popped up in his mind was that he needed to find  someplace safe. From his research about our planet, people’s homes had what he needed to survive. He wasn't picky, saw the first place he came across and knocked on your door.

it was around 3 AM when you heard rustling outside your door and it was normal out in a desolate era but became concerning when whimpers followed. You open the door to a bloodied injured man, the birthmarks on his face that naturally come with his kind making him look disfigured. The grime didn't help.

He was lost, couldn't understand a word of what you were saying neither could you, he'd sputter out sentences he assumed you might know the closest thing to English he could stammer but it was futile the entire situation was terrifying but you felt so bad and decided to take him in.

Art’s first thought was pain, wanting to get better rid away his battered and singed skin, with your help he was able to shower, privacy being the last thing on his mind. He dissociated through your aid, muttering quietly in a language he knew you didn't understand words of affirmation his family would say especially his grandmother.

"What's your name?" you point at his chest replying in his foreign tongue, smiling at the way you tried to repeat it

He loved the way you smiled giggling embarrassed for your garbage pronunciation ⏃⍀⏁ he wrote down on a piece of paper you given him the english alphabet on your computer trying to match the astrological hieroglyphics.

"h..heart" you stammered confused, he shook his head looking around your room eyes stopping at an easel an unfinished painting placed on it. Familiar with the concept of it having made his own crafts back home the only word in English he knows.

"Art?" you mumble running a hand through his hair, the tips of your fingers tracing his marks. He flinched back and felt guilty for the way you cringed an apology following your caress.

He stared gaze transfixed after he settled taking in your features completely the same to his without his marks but you had a beauty all on your own

"I'm y/n" you point at your own chest

he repeats your name with some difficulty, a sliver of a grin on his face.

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

Alien art who does notttt fuck with Patrick especially because he’s seen you kiss before and he’s like wtf? That’s for me :(

yup because Alien Art would crash the fuck out. I mean actually injure Patrick. In Art's eyes you were his, exclusively his when you hadn't put a label on your relationship (you wanted to but still felt unsure and nervous wishing he'd be your boyfriend :( it broke Art's heart).

but the minute Art see's you peck Patricks lips in a friendly way or even drunk he uses his powers to hurt him. Using his mind to make Patrick's skin burn the sensation of flames licking his skin scaring Patrick enough to never touch you again.

you of course you stop him before he actually incapacitates the man. Having to explain to Art that Patrick's only your friend you've kissed each other for fun all the time in the past (does little to make Art feel better lmao).

But yeah Art would give you the silent treatment for a while not understanding how you're HIS and how the hell can a kiss only be friendly?? You kiss the people you love at least that's what he see's in movies and books.

I can actually expand this in a fic do tell if you want me to

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

need more Alien!Art please… the hc about him going through readers search history to understand sex? The oral fixation cause he wants to kiss her but doesn’t know how to bring it up? Absolute masterpieces and I need them to be elaborated/expanded on 😭 or I just need more in general please 🙏🙏🙏

(Also love ur blog, one of my all time faves)

Where to start with a curious sex deprived Alien!Art

He’s hyper fixated on your body and sex in general after stumbling through your search history when he’d ask to borrow your computer to watch NASA’S livestream of the international space station one morning.

It got more intense the more you exposed him to different films, first it was cute 10 Things I Hate About You, To All the Boys I Loved Before, Princess Bride. The sweet scenes tugging on his heart strings, his heart hammering after watching the chaste kisses and shared and embraces making him swoon you could basically see the hearts coming out from his eyes that’s when he noticed how plump your lips were, the way you flushed pink whenever he complimented you, the way you laughed whenever he did something silly and begged for your help.

It wasn’t until you go through HBO’s more crude selection he almost snaps the first time you made him watch Euphoria together. Sweating bricks when Cassie’s scenes popped up same with Jules and honestly every woman on the show, the visceral way the characters would fuck each other. You noticed how flushed he was after each episode jaw slack, eyes glazed over pressing the clenched pillow in his hand down on his crotch trying to stave off an impending orgasm but it usually ended up with him cumming in his pants after each episode ended. You never mentioned it not wanting to embarrass him (he hated the violence and degradation) it opened something primal inside of him he never knew existed.

The next thing that puzzled you was the way his lips automatically latched onto anything your mouth touched.

On the rim your used mugs, taking cutlery from the bowls and plates you had used and popping them right in his mouth before you would wash them in the sink. He’d quietly ask for lollipops you were sucking before you had the joy of finishing them even chewed gum you were about to spit out. It honestly was alarming and he never thought it was odd until you looked at him like he grew a third head, he tried to be slick about it from then on the oddest occurrence with his oral fixation was when you caught him sucking on your freshly used toothbrush.

He wanted to die on the spot.

he ignored your presence after that, skulking away whenever you walked into the room, scavenging for food late at night or in the morning stashing it in his room he was too embarrassed to do anything in front of you. It pissed you off.

You end up barging into his room“Art.. can I ask you something?” you mutter trying to keep your frustration at bay.

He nods meekly shrinking away from where he's sat on his bed refusing to meet your eyes.

“Why do you always put things that I’ve used in your mouth?” you murmur gently.

“I.. I want your lips..” he started

“my lips?” You repeat confused then it hits you “a kiss?”

He bows his head in shame “I like how it makes me feel when we watch those movies.. the way they touch each other-“ he starts to get huffy and emotional “I want that with you..” his voice wavers ready for some kind of punishment or judgement telling him how gross or strange he is followed with a cruel laugh.

“I’ll kiss you” you smile softly, his head snaps up in disbelief.

“We can do it the things you see on tv” you insist.

He automatically perks up “really” he reaches out gripping your hands shaking from excitement you have to keep yourself from laughing “baby steps ok.. just let me take care of you," you hum.

He's barely registering what you said before lunging forward and sucking on your mouth his eyes are shut tight as he's nipping at your lips, it takes you back by surprise.

you push him off "slower." you gasp catching your breath, squeezing his shirt tight trying to reign him in, he bobs his head eyes still glassy a half hearted sorry slipping through his mouth melting into your arms pecking your lips like a fish, you can't help but giggle.

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

thinking of alien art excitedly preparing a mating dance for you like male birds do LMFAOOO or trying to prove his prowess as a mate by making nests with all your favorite items :((

MATING DANCE LMAOOO

I've said this before alien Art is so observant and sensitive easily picks up on your favorite things, snack, films, books. He sneaks out whenever you're working and steals things from stores, barnes and nobles, target, 711 and splays his gifts on your bed. I see him adjusting everything perfectly and getting pissed off if somethings missing, he'll end up buying more until your bed is overflowing with whatever he deems worthy.

You'd walk in stupified jaw slack "what.. Why?" He's all blushy in the corner "you deserve the best and I want to be the best." Asserting that he's the best man you've known he won't ever stop proving it.

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

alien!art you are on my mind… no matter what length or colour ur hair is u know he’s messing with it!!! u braid it, even just a simple one?? oooh he wants to touch. just let him feel. you have longer hair and can mess with it so it gets voluminous n big?? he really likes that, the intentional messiness is so different to the kinds of specimens and ppl he’s used to.

i personally love alien art with that Stanford Era curliness, but maybe he just grows his out and THEN he gets his Stanford Curls (gives you a reason to play with it more, wash it for him, put stuff in it that smells good 😍😍😍 completely unintentional consequence ofc..) ((something in him tells him that matching = intimacy n he doesn’t understand why)

you're so right, it's another layer of being close to you, smelling like your hair products copying your styles is another step to being yours and he loves it. He's beyond hyper fixated on your hair, if you dye it you bet he's going to be in there trying to help you, blending everything messily on accident it comes out a splotchy mess but you honestly don't mind, he was having so much fun with it

you have curls he's going to be playing with them all the time, tugging the ringlets until the pop back up to place even twirling pencils in them, paintbrushes anything. You make him quit after it turns into a knotted mess you had to go in and chop chunks out with your scissors

will run your hair through his lips, likes how smooth it is in his mouth he will coat your hair in spit you wouldn't really notice since he'd mostly stick to the back of your head.

Like you said he came to earth with shorter hair but wants to see how long it can get and what it will look like eventually, his curls get wild and he refuses to cut them will get defensive and push you away the minute you have a pair of scissors in your hand, you try to coax him into it "Art you need a trim it will be healthier, and easier to manage." He'd grumble and flinch away before you could even get a good snip in.

will copy your routine slathering mouse in his hair cause he wants it to sit like yours, tries to use the hair dryer of course he fails and just looks like he was electrocuted

The first time he wanted you to do anything with his hair was when he stumbled into the bathroom while you were showering, it scared the shit out of you.

You were so lost when he stripped down stepping in under the shower head and bending his sopping wet head down. "Art what the fuck?" you gasp confused he'd just stick your hands in his locks then shove a shampoo bottle in your direction "do my hair please" he'd ask matter of fact as if he didn't just interrupt your everything shower.

It just turns into a the most special routine, showering together taking your time massaging his hair, shampooing it, just doing everything he likes. It makes him go under a trance his eyes shut closed a pur like sound leaves his lips. He'd lean limp onto your body trapping you against the wall transfixed with the sensation, you'd never mind.

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

Playing the Sims on your own time while Alien!Art Donaldson watches, he’s a bit disinterested preferring more interactive games like Mario Kart or sticking to books in general when he’s overstimulated but becomes invested when you show him that extraterrestrial beings were part of game play. He’s entranced the minute he see’s a space ship hover over your sims family home, lingering by you whenever you boot up your laptop excited to see what they could do, how they could visit planets and have different powers. One day you’d find him sat on your bed propped up by pillows with your computer on his lap he made a family of his own consisting of you both and a little green baby in a crib.

Little note, he’s obsessed with Animal Crossing (he has the cutest character with the most cared for town, absolutely loves picking new outfits and talking to other villagers ♥️).

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

i need to know more about alien art he's so :(

Oh Alien Art my beloved where do we start. (I got carried away).

Thinking about how he brings you outside when the night sky is clear dragging the telescope he begged you to buy with him. You're both standing in your backyard as he points out different constellations trying to tell you about each of them in his broken english. He gets so excited too using his hands to explain everything pacing back and forth gushing about the galaxy, his home and the missions he's been on. His heart soars when he see's how engaged you are, nodding along attempting to understand him, he adores how much you really care about what he has to say. He'd pause and gaze into your eyes a sliver of a smile on his face, "will take you one day" he mumbles staring all starry eyed like you hung the moon. You look at him confused and flustered and he just smiles and points up at the sky.

Or him admiring you while you're putting makeup on, patting glitter onto your eyelids and he's glimpsing over at you as he flips through one of his favorite tennis magazine's he picked up from barnes and nobles. You peer up and meet his gaze, "you want some?" you lift up the palette he basically jumps off your bed and clambers onto your lap eyes already shut. He giggles as you create a look the make up brushes tickling his skin. Oh and he loves the final result jaw dropping when he see's himself in the mirror "you like it?" you ask cupping his cheek and he grins and nods leaning in for a closer look loving the sparkles (reminds him of stars).

When he's fitful at night unable to sleep so he makes his way to your room sneaking into your bed hoping you don't mind, he taps you awake begging you to hold him face so crestfallen. You immediately wrap your arms around him and hold him close kissing the top of his head and humming one of his favorite songs, he smushes his face into your chest your heartbeat lulling him to a peaceful sleep.

oh sweet alien art

also not proofread at all oops

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

Imagine Alien!Art Donaldson

Looking through a celestial books sitting quietly late at night pondering about what he's left behind absolutely homesick.

He's unable to sleep again, he's got one of your many blankets wrapped around his shoulders and a flashlight in hand pacing around your home ending up in your living room. He's snooping through your bookshelf something catches his eye "NASA Exhibits' written in bold font across the spine.

That's where you find him sat on the ground blanket covering his entire frame a light emanating from inside it as the occasional sound of a page flipping fills the air.

You pad across the carpet as loud as you could trying to alert your presence but he's unbothered, "Art" you walk up to him tugging the top of his blanket "what's up?" He just grunts and pulls it off his head gazing up at you jutting the small book in your direction. You widen your eyes and sit next to him "I forgot about this.." you mumble watching him sift through the pages, it's one of the old pamphlets you received the last time you visited the station. You watch him look at each detail running his fingers across various constellations and each planet he was interested in pausing over sentences that he hadn't quiet learned yet.

It's endearing until you notice his body begin to shake, quiet sniffles leaving his nose. "Art honey?" you scoot closer and lean in cupping his cheek in your palm forcing him to look at you. You're met with splotchy pink cheeks a tiny pout on his lips followed by tears, the various marks on his face glowing a muted blue.

"you miss it don't you," You murmur wrapping an arm around his shoulder squeezing him tightly against your body. He looks back down nodding tear drops smearing the pictures. Your heart shatters as sobs rips through his chest, "I'm sorry Art." You whisper running your hand up and down his arm sitting up on your knees as you hold him close to your chest.

The next morning you end up ordering official books about space. Indexes filled with photos and information on all galaxies known to man and leave them on his bedside table for him to read on restless nights of his own.

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

reader calling alien!art a sweetheart so often he just thinks she’s calling him sweet art. he’s sweet art

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL OH! You're a genius I love your brain.

He doesn't really know how nicknames and loving terms of endearment work until he's with reader, they don't have them where he's from. At first he's confused but then becomes very appreciative and all smiley "She thinks I'm sweet.. like candy" He'd giggle to himself all happy whenever it pops back up in his head.