#art donalson x reader

[222col]

model reader x art donaldson | part three

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[cherrygirlfriend]

ice cold pairing: stanford!bsf!art donaldson x iceskater!reader synopsis: you injure your foot while ice skating, your best friend takes care of you. warnings: fluff! wc: 700 this is the first time in a while i'm writing for another fandom but this idea feels so art coded... it's also very me coded because i literally slipped and injured my foot to the point i couldn't walk properly for two weeks. or the time i fell down the stairs and broke my ankle. bottom line is; i'm as clumsy as the mc of a wattpad story.

being on ice felt almost like a second nature to you, and art loved watching you skate, whether it was for an ice show or for a skating competition, watching your white skates almost blending in with the ice as you turned, spun, and jumped in a way that caused his heart to jump in his chest so naturally, he thought that it'd be a great idea to take you out to a skating rink.

you blew on the hot chocolate you held in your hands, covered by a pair of white mittens decorated with adorable pink snowflake patterns, "you do know that i skate every day?" you said with a chuckle, your brows raised and your cheeks stinging from the cold.

"yeah, but you never skate with me." he shrugged, sitting down to put his skates on his feet; honestly, he was sure he was going to fall, not having gone ice skating since he was a teenager himself; he actually had to borrow patrick's ice skates. luckily, they shared the same shoe size.

"have you thought it's because i skate every day?"

"yeah, but you play tennis with me." he quipped back, making you roll your eyes, "i just thought it'd be a fun idea!"

"it is a fun idea." you shrugged, finishing the last of the hot-now-lukewarm chocolate, before placing the mug down, starting to put on your own skates, ones you always wore when you practiced, "i just like giving you shit for no reason."

"of course you do." he chuckled, the two of you making small talk as you tied your respective skates to your feet, hoping the warm liquid would soon start taking effect and warm up your body.

you rose to your feet, holding your hand out to your boyfriend expectantly, "are you ready to embarrass yourself and fall flat on your ass, donaldson?"

"we'll see who's falling flat on their ass."

"did you put a curse on me, or something?" you mumbled, letting out a hiss as you tried to step on your swollen ankle, art stuttering and trying to get you to stop as he sat you down on the bench next to the rink and took off your skate along with wool sock, a nasty, purple spot starting to form on your ankle. "how bad is it?" you asked, and art could tell how desperate you were feeling, how badly you were hoping, praying it wasn't broken.

it all happened in a split second. you'd been doing a pirouette, something you did tens, if not hundreds, of times a day, and suddenly, you were on the ground.

"i'm pretty sure it's just twisted." art said, both of you letting out nearly identical sighs of relief. art, for your health, and you, for your skating.

"thank god." you sighed, "i haven't gotten properly injured while skating since i was, like, thirteen. i have no idea how this happened.

"maybe you just deserved to fall on your ass." art shrugged, causing you to roll your eyes and smacking his arm while exclaiming that he wasn't funny.

the moment you got home, art basically carried you onto the couch while you kept complaining that you were going to be fine, that his fussing wouldn't do any good, but the blonde immediately put three throw pillows under your foot and bringing an ice pack wrapped in a towel, placing it on your slightly swollen ankle.

"i think you should get this checked tomorrow, just in case." art sighed, "i'm just worried-"

you took his hand, bringing it to your lips and placing a small kiss to the back of it, art's eyes widening slightly, "what was that for?"

"for being fussy."

"obviously." he rolled his eyes, "i'm gonna put on some tea, and we can watch anything you want."

"anything?" you asked with a small grin, making him shake his head.

"i'm not watching another low-budget horror movie."

"you said anything!"

and before he knew it, your foot was on art's lap, an ice pack over it as he massaged your ankle, a half-drunk cup of tea, christmas cookies and a bottle of aspirin placed next to the sofa as you snored while cuddling up to a pillow, art's stanford hoodie covering you, while the blonde was trying to ignore hostel still playing on tv, instead focusing on watching your serene face.

[realangelahernandez]

I’m so sad… time for an x reader fan fiction

[rana030]

Pov: when i catch y/n wearing something i would NEVER wear

[stanart4clearskin]

mike faist’s side profile. he was literally sculpted from marble.

[rayhalloffame]

!NSFW! Minors DNI***

Older boyfriend art picking you up from the bar when you’re drunk mhm mhm

He’s watching you stumble toward the parking lot, head tucked into your phone in what looks like following directions to where his phone is pinging his location. Normally he’d scold you for not being aware of your surroundings, but he’s got his eye on you and is amused, so he’ll let it slide.

He’s leaning against the hood of his truck, arms crossed over his chest and mouth tilted in a grin. When you can see the proximity on your screen you look up, about to scan your surroundings but he’s right in front of you. Your face breaks out into a large smile and art is helpless but to reciprocate.

You shuffle the rest of the distance, falling against him when his arms unfold and come around you. “Hi, baby,” you greet, looking up at him through your heavy lids. You pucker your lips up at him, humming against his mouth when he leans down to meet you.

He moves a hand to push your hair back from your face. “Hi, angel. Did you have fun?” He chuckles when you ignore him, leaning up on your tippy toes insisting he give you more kisses. He indulges you, as he always does, until you’re pushing your hips against him. He halts your movements with a squeeze to your waist. “Behave,” he chides, inches from your face. It makes you want to challenge him but he’s already steering you towards the passenger door.

He buckles your seat belt when you’re in the car, kissing the side of your neck when he leans. His hand is on your thigh the minute he has himself buckled into the driver’s seat and shifts into gear. The warmness of his palm on your bare thigh makes you squeeze your legs together.

You gaze over at him while he drives, the perfect angles of his face, the tightness of the gray sweatshirt over his chest, the veins protruding from his hand gripping the wheel. You become overwhelmed. “You’re so beautiful,” you say dreamily. You reach out to trace across his jaw with your fingers.

It makes the corner of his mouth twitch. He moves his hand from your thigh to grasp yours, pulls your intwined fingers to his lips and presses a soft kiss. “Thank you, baby,” he says, words drawn out and saccharine sweet. The rest of the ride home you’re squirming in your seat, the effects of the alcohol making it almost impossible to keep your hands to yourself. Your hand is so close to his mouth, you have to stop yourself from sticking your fingers inside to rest against his tongue.

You do, however, follow those impulses the minute you’re through the front door. Art is surprised to have the pads of two of your fingers exploring the inside of his mouth, but he allows it, licks and sucks.

You draw in a drunken breath, whisper almost so quiet that he strains to hear. “Need your tongue.” He pulls your wrist so your fingers pop out of his mouth and he seeks for your lips. He has a hand on your ass pressing you against him. You’re kissing him so sloppily he has to chase your tongue that seems to run outside the boundaries of his lips. A hand at the back of your skull keeps you where he wants you.

He guides you back until the backs of your knees brush the couch, falling into a sit. Art gets on his knees in front of you, pulls your heels off and kisses each ankle. He kisses a path up your calves, knees, inner thighs. He licks the flat of his hot tongue up your sopping center, right over your thong.

“Naughty,” he says, pressing a thumb to your clothed clit and you whine. “Your skirt is so short I bet everyone in that bar was trying to get a look at you under here.” He pulls your panties to the side, strokes his thumb between your folds. You whimper about wanting him, needing him, and he dives in.

His large hands are holding your thighs apart while he eats you. His tongue circles your clit, fucks into your opening right where you need him. He adds a finger and then two, pumping into your cunt rapidly. You’re keening, rambling, making no sense. He flicks his tongue rapidly against you, looking up at the way your eyes scrunch with the focus of reaching your release.

It takes him a second to hear you begging to kiss him. You’re so loud now, you could be blubbering. He keeps pace with his fingers but he does come to a tall kneel in front of you. Your mascara has started to run. “C’mere, pretty girl,” he beckons. You push yourself toward him, hunching forward so you can lick into his mouth in desperation.

You hold your foreheads together when focusing on the coordination of your tongue becomes too tedious. You have a grip on the back of his neck. You’re grunting into his face with the rhythm of his fingers. He’s pumping one, two, three more times before you let go. Art talks your through it, all “yeah, give it to me” and “gone all dumb on my fingers”. He kisses your slack mouth, then pulls himself from your grasp to dip down and taste you. He smirks in satisfaction when you hiss at the overstimulation.

Then he’s standing, sitting next to you and unbuckling his pants. He’s going to have you ride him until your legs grow exhausted, already weak from dancing and cumming on his fingers. And then he’s going to make you cum again.

[hyperballart]

thinking…. thinking about being on art’s lap but refusing to let him fuck up into you. he’s so hard and leaking and has been for so long but you can’t give in so easily. he’s mindlessly babbling stupid shit because he genuinely has nothing in his head but the feel of your hot cunt teasingly sliding over his cock keeps him coherent enough for a fuck me please baby, just sit on it please. and then youre laughing at him and pressing his tip to your clit and rubbing it around, slapping it on your pussy a little bit and he begs you to stop. you play with his tip and pull it back to open his little slit up and it has him mewling, a breathless oh my fucking god please leaving his mouth. you’re minutes away from finally sinking down on him and offer him relief but then one particular jerk has your swollen clit catching in his slit and he glances down at the sight and just explodes… making a mess all over you with his dick jumping like it has a mind of its own and him nearly passing out after :((

[artsangell]

[artlovebot]

clingy! art blurb

nsfw!

Clingy Art who searches for you in the stands of every match he plays, and blows you kisses from the court. Who finds you directly after the match and gives you sweaty bear hugs. Sometimes letting a few tears fall into your shoulder if the match didn't turn out how he wanted. Clingy Art who lays on your chest as you do school work. He’ll come up behind you while you're cooking in the kitchen, resting his hands on your curves and his warm breath just feels so good down your neck… 

He loves to go places with you, in fact he will whine and pout if you go somewhere without him. Making it a habit to include him in your excursions. When you go shopping to treat yourself every once and a while he will insist on coming with you and practically ends up buying you half the store because how could he let his sweet girl spend her own money? You’ll take clothes to the fitting room and give him mini fashion shows as you try on the clothes.

He’ll take you to Victoria's Secret next, you insist on making him wait outside because you want to pick something special for him. After a bit of convincing he leaves you to roam free in the store with his card. You pick out a lacy pink set that perfectly matches you. 

Clingy Art, who cannot keep his hands off of you when he sees you in your new set. Palming your breasts and kissing your neck leaving marks for you to deal with later. He’ll lay you down and roam his hands over your whole body (as if he doesn't already know every inch of you) As he aligns himself with your slick folds he’ll take your hands in his and hold them above your head, letting him have full control over you.

When you both reach your peak he will run a warm bubble bath and lay you on his chest until you're fully clean and calmed down. Then you’ll put your matching pajamas on and cuddle into bed together, his hand slowly peeking up your shirt to rest on your upper back as you fall asleep in his arms. <3

a/n: first post feeling nervous!! feel free to give any writing requests in my ask box! also this was barely proof read so lmk if there are any mistakes!

[ginnysgraffiti]

very random and badly-written, absolutely needy art, submissive art, breeding kink, 18+

&. ART DONALDSON x yn.

"fuck! fuck! please...let me come inside...please-"

art was going insane. and you had never seen him in this state before.

his hip bones were almost breaking, bucking against yours with unbelievable speed as you bounced on his cock.

the mattress had been cracking for a while now, but his speed never switched off. he was moaning like a child and his back never arched like that before. his chest was visibly throbbing, his knuckles turning white as he tortured the sheets.

"fuck-!" his voice cracked and his dick hit your whole g spot, both of you rolling your pupils back and opening your mouths wide.

deep, guttural groans left his lips. your ears perked at how he wasn’t shy to make a sound at every movement you made inside of him, whether it was your wet pussy sliding up his length or your hips meeting his.

"b-...baby...i-...shit." he moaned, and your pussy went incredibly warm he almost came inside you.

art turned suddenly weak, he let loose, jelly.

when you fucked his cock it was as if you were eager to snatch his soul. no fucking around or teasing and being timid, just somehow having the ability to send him into another world, but this time he was losing it with everything he had.

his toes curled and his body began to ache as you moved faster and massaged his balls with one hand. he could only drop his jaw wide open before you took him fully in your mouth. it was all too much.

the loudest moan stung his throat just before his voice could crack again; his curls almost soaked with sweat.

his hips squirmed and the movement hurt, having you almost choking.

there was no point laying a hand on your head and forcing you to keep his dick in your mouth when you were already throat fucking him.

just when he was about to come undone completely into your throat you let your pussy take him again, and his hot liquid melted with yours in half a second.

your body was shaking with pleasure goosebumps as your shoulders went limp and you collapsed on him.

"b-babe..."

"...yeah?" you breathed out, art still inside and your mouth open against his skin.

"i think...i gotta postpone tomorrow's match..."

art's pupils were still rolled back as he kept coming with you, and seeing the way his release leaked out of you afterward had him ready for another round almost immediately.

[malfoyx]

Mike Faist as Art Donaldson

CHALLENGERS (2024), dir. Luca Guadagnino

[222col]

i love your writing sm. You're literally one of my fav writers on this app. Can we please get something about drunk sex with drunk loser boyfriend Art who can't get his hands off you while he's confessing his undying love and devotion for you ater he came back from a night out with his boys

ur so sweet !!!!! thank u so so much !!!!! 18+ obvs, cw: breeding

"you're so drunk." you laugh at your boyfriend stumbling into your room. "drunk in loooove, maybe," you roll your eyes at art, propping yourself up on your elbows as you lay on your bed. "shut up, art," you laugh again as he slips his t-shirt over his head. "you're so perfect baby, i missed you." he tells you, kissing his way up your body. "you were only gone a few hours." you joke with him, playing with his hair as his face reaches yours. "too long, need to take you everywhere with me so i don't have to miss you." his lips plant themselves on you, sloppily covering you in kisses. "you taste like beer," you laugh against his skin. "and you taste like perfection." his hands roam your body as his lips don't once leave your skin. "c'mon, let's get you some water and into some pjs."

he groans against your neck. "no, need you." his hands slipping under your tank top, smiling as his hands caress your bare chest. "what you need some water and maybe some food." shaking his head in response, his lips kissing your earlobe. "need to feel you, need to fuck you." he whispers against your ear. unable to stop the moan that leaves your lips at his words, melting underneath him. his hand reaching down your sweats, under your panties to draw a line through your folds. "you want it too baby girl, you're so wet for me." his fingers drawing circles on your clit as his mouth suckles on the skin of your neck. "let me fuck that perfect pussy baby, please, need to feel you on my cock." your chest is rising, struggling to resist him any further. unable to deny him of his needs. "yes-"

your sweats and underwear are down your ankles, art's jeans and boxers discarded, your tank bunching around your collarbones. pushing your bottoms down the rest of the way, art straddles your hips, spitting in his hand and stroking his hard-on. "god, you're so beautiful, i can't believe you're mine." blushing up to your boyfriend, as he runs his tip down from your clit to your entrance. "mine forever, never letting anyone take my gorgeous girl." his tip teasing you. "baby, please, just fuck me." you can't take the suspense anymore. "your wish is my command, princess."

pushing into you fully, his body coming down to wrap his arms around you, his head nuzzled into your shoulder, his hips rocking back and forth into you. "my perfect girl, fuck, you feel so good baby." his hand moving to grab a handful of your chest. kissing and tonguing your neck, sweat forming on his forehead as he fucks you with pace. unwrapping his arms to grab hold of your ankles, moving your legs to rest on his shoulders. moaning louder than before at the deeper angle he's fucking you at. "fuck, you're so hot-" he mumbles against your feet, kissing over your ankles. your hands grasping the back of his thighs, fingernails digging in. "mmm, getting close, angel." art whispers through groans. "me too, baby," his blonde locks sticking to his skin as he thrusts faster, leaning down to thumb your clit. "fuck- baby, gonna come, please let me come inside you." the moan you make in response is ungodly, nodding your head at his words. "gonna let me fill you up baby? let me put a baby in that perfect tummy, make you mine forever." knuckles white as his grip on your ankle tightens. "shut the fuck up and make me come, art." his smirk is sinful, moving his thumb quicker as his thrusts get sloppy.

screaming out his name as groans leave art's lips, the two of you coming together. riding out your high before his body drops onto the bed next to you. kissing your shoulder, arm snaking around your waist, feeling his load drip down from your pussy. "jesus, fuck, i'll never get enough of that." art breaths out between kisses. collecting your breath before slipping your sweats back on, getting up to get art some water. bringing the glass back into the bedroom, being met with snores from your sleeping boyfriend. sighing, placing the glass on his nightstand before joining him in bed again. pulling the blankets up over the two of you and bringing art into your arms, placing a kiss on the top of his head. "love you so much." he mumbles through his sleep. "love you too, sweet boy."

[dream-a-dream-for-me]

not edited, just need to cup art donaldson's face while he fucks you. pretty boy would nuzzle his cheek against your palm. the second you begin praising him, he can't hold back the tears in watery eyes, feeling them slip down his face, staining his cheeks. the tip of his nose would turn pink, hearing his little sniffles while he gently bucks his hips up into you.

whenever you tell him he's good, or how much you love him, he hiccups out the most pathetic, sad, soft little "yeah?" while staring up at you desperately, needing your validation to live. pulling your wrist to his mouth, kissing up your arm, whimpering into your skin, squeezing his eyes shut as he lets more tears fall.

[nocturneashes]

husband!art and wife!reader where she wears a granny nightgown around and he just gets so turned on by it and just HAS to touch her.

You walked out of your bedroom and a cotton nightgown, little flower pattern over it and white lace trim around the bottom, neckline, and short sleeve. Art is in the living room, feet crossed over the other over the coffee table and elbow resting on the arm of the couch while he holds his head up with his hand. He’s just watching the random show you had put on and forgot to pause before getting ready for bed.

Almost immediately, his head perks up when he sees you walk past him and into the kitchen. It wasn’t anything tight or revealing or even sexy. In fact, he thought you walking around in your comfortable muumuus every night and morning was cute. But it was the fact that he knew. He knew you were wearing nothing but your panties or sometimes even nothing underneath the cotton of the dress. And you just looked so delightful, he can’t help himself.

Art stood up from the couch and followed you into the kitchen. You stood with your back facing him as you put leftover dinner into containers. Art strode up to you, wrapping his hands around your waist. His mouth immediately moved to your neck, leaving wet kisses and tiny nips at your neck and jaw.

You sighed and let out a soft scoff as he moved your hair over to one side. You tilting your head to give him a little more access to your now exposed neck.

“what is your deal?” you ask followed by a soft laugh.

“you just look so good…” Art mumbled into your neck. “smell so good..”

Art’s hands gripping at your hips and moving to wherever he can. He pulled you back into him, feeling his bulge through his thin blue pajama pants against your ass. You turn your head, meeting his lips with your own, one hand holding onto the counter for balance while the other threaded through his short hair.

“Let me have you..” Art mumbled against your lips. He turned you around so you were chest to chest, your lower back pressing against the edge of the counter. “I need to touch you..”

“Right now?” You ask breathlessly, your hands moving down his toned torso over his white sleep shirt before moving beneath it. Your hands running over his bare waist and lower back. He didn’t reply but instead hoisting you up by the back of your thighs onto the counter. His hands on your thighs as he moved them open to step between them. Swiftly, he brought his hands under your nightgown, moving your thin panties over your legs. You leaned back on your hands, biting your lip as you watched him move with such haste.

The bottom of the nightgown bunched up at your hips and your glistening cunt exposed to your husband. Art let out a throaty groan as he looked down at you. He brought his middle and index fingers up to his mouth, swiping them quickly over his tongue before bringing them back down to rub over your throbbing clit. He watches as you threw your head back, letting out a soft moan. A small smirk on his face when he gazes back down at his fingers working your clit, he runs his fingers through your folds. You let out a louder moan feeling Art’s fingers inserting into you.

Your head lulls forward as you watch his fingers scissor in and out of your sopping cunt, his thumb rolling over your clit a few times.

“fuck-art please, need you so bad”

Art looks up at you with his half smirk. “Just getting you ready baby, that’s all…”

He removes his fingers and brings them up to your mouth. You moan around his fingers circling your tongue around them as Art moves his other hand to palm himself through his pajama pants. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and his hands grip your hips, pulling your bottom closer to the edge of the counter. You bring your hand to palm him over his pants. Your fingers looping around his waistband and snapping it back against him.

You did that a few more times, Art letting out a few groans as you did so before you finally pulled them lower on his waist, Art helping in the process. His pants fall down to his ankles, your hand stroking his hard cock. A soft moan leaving Art’s mouth as your thumb brushes over him, spreading his arousel over his pink tip. You spread your legs a little wider, rubbing his tip over your wet cunt. His hips slightly jerking as you line him up with you. You both let out breathy moans as he pushes into you.

“oh fuck-you feel so good.” His head falling into the crook of your neck as he whimpers and moans into it with every thrust. Your hands wrapping over his shoulders, one running through the short hair in the back of his head.

“mmhm, f’me so good-so deep” you gasp out as he thrusts faster and harder.

“yes-yes. so good, fuck”

Art only moans more at your praise. Fucking you so good you can only babble out few words. He brings his head up, giving you sloppy wet kisses on your mouth and you try your hardest to kiss back but the noise of him fucking into you and the feel of his cock drilling into you only has you moaning into his mouth.

“i’m so close- fuck i’m gonna cum” Art groans out, he looks down at where you’re connected and brings his thumb down to rub circles over your clit once more, bringing you closer to the edge.

“hmm, cum inside me- please i need it so bad” You moan, your legs wrapping around him to pull him in closer.

You let out a few high pitched moans, feeling the coil in your stomach snap, your cunt clenching around him. At the same time, Art’s hips stop moving and you feel him twitch inside you, filling you up with his cum. You moan softly, rocking your hips and fucking yourself on him to ride out your highs. Art pressed his forehead into your neck as you both caught your breath.

“you can’t be walking around in those damn nightgowns unless you want this to happen”

You turn your head as you both laugh, giving him a few soft pecks on the top of his head and temple.

“I’ll make sure to add more to my shopping cart then”

Art groans as he gives you a simple kiss on your collarbone and leans up to look at you. You both look at each other with blissful smiles and Art leans down placing a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose then your cheek and finally, your lips. Art looks down and grabs his shaft, you softly whimpering as he pulls out. He grabs a clean hand towel and cleans you up and then himself. Art slips your panties back over your legs and helps you to stand back on the floor.

“c’mon, i’m tired now.” You say as you walk in front of him, a little wobbly. Art’s eyes never leaving your ass as he slaps and grabs it lightly, a laugh smile on his lips.

wrote this at 2am in my granny nightgown :D

[rana030]

We always get sunshine!reader what about grumpy!reader, huh?

[stanart4clearskin]

mike faist and his side smirk. that’s it. that’s the post.