#art donalson x reader

[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.

[springdaydreams]

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[realangelahernandez]

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

[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 :((

[mportality]

ART DONALDSON is practically slobbering over your tits, an occasional grunt and groan escaping his lips as his poor fucking cock strains against his shorts. His tongue swirls delicately, his other hand occasionally squeezing your other tit.

You love it, seeing him so fucking desperate to fill you to the brim. You shift just a bit, the couch shifting under your weight. “taste so good.” he murmurs against your chest, moving closer to put his lips around it.

You try and stifle a moan— and when you fail, he lets out an obvious grunt of pleasure. He’s so— so damn hard.

even when you try to speak, he’s panting against your tits, his clothed cock rubbing against the inside of your thigh. It’s cute. He’s practically dry humping you— and he doesn’t stop until her gets what he wants.

“s’close,” He hums, pre cum staining his shorts. He continues, his hips eventually stuttering as he bites down on your nipple. He glances up at you— hands still massaging your chest with a firm grip. “hah.. Again?”

first time writing art lolll

Directed by @mportality

[zweiginator]

art fucking me while wearing nothing but his backwards cap would have me like 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i would do anything for that slutty blonde man and his slutty backwards cap.

frat boy!art …. oh god…. he’s sweet art and he’s a gentleman but the fraternity has given him an ego. when he started college he was shy, timid, didn’t know how to talk to girls. and then he rushed to get more friends and girls started throwing themselves at him faster than he could keep up. he went from a shaky make out session in august to a body count of seven by halloween and that didn’t count the girls he wasn’t interested in.

and you like art; he’s smarter than he lets on even though he tells people he isn’t, that he’s only at stanford because of athletics. but you don’t want to fuck him because you know his type. the guy who realizes now that he’s hot and has a good body and he doesn’t wanna be held down by a whiny girl. it just screamed problematic to you. so you let him down politely.

but there’s something about how fucking charming he is. how he takes the rejection with grace. still invites you to the parties his fraternity is throwing, tells you and your friends to find him if there’s any trouble.

art sees it before you do. a creep from another frat who somehow snuck in the door and was about to grope your ass before art socked him in the face.

you hated to be so easy but watching him punch a guy with zero hesitation, shaking his hand and sucking his blood from the cut on his knuckles—made your previous rejection nullify.

because now you’re in his room asking him if his hand is okay but you’re pushed against his door and his mouth is opening so you can push your tongue inside. you do. his hands roam down your back and he carries you to his bed and then his shirt is off, his shorts, his tiny briefs.

his body is fucking perfect and you don’t want to ogle but jesus christ.

your hand quickly wraps around his cock and it’s so hard already. his moans and mewls tumble into your mouth as you milk him with both hands. head lolling back so you can kiss his throat, his bobbing adam’s apple.

but he wants to be in control. he wants your pussy wrapped around his cock—he’s been thinking about it since he met you two months ago.

you realize his hat is still on; it’s backwards and his curls poke out from the bottom, drops of sweat plopping onto your stomach as he pushes into you in missionary and god his cock is fucking perfect. why did you ever say no?

he pushes your knees back to get so deep that you’re arching your back and begging for more than he can even dream of giving you.

“it’s all in baby, you want me to fuck you hard?” he asks, thrusting in sharp, precise motions, a staccato. “or do you want me to fuck you deep?” he slows down, and that’s what makes you want to cum right then and there, the feeling of every inch of him. in and out so fucking slow and deliberate.

but then he wants you to ride him and you do, clawing at his pretty pale chest, marking him up. reveling in how his big hands feel on your tits, your ass, the small of your back.

it’s uncomfortable for him to lay down with his hat still on so he puts it on you instead. you’re not sure why it turns you on. you ride him hard and fast.

“fuck—you’re so big—“ you hiss, throwing your head back.

art pulls you into him so your stomach is flush against his, your tits pressed against him. he palms your ass and fucks into you and you’re squeezing him harder and harder. you’re about to cum, and so is he.

“yeah? want me to fill this little fucking pussy up?”

you’ve never heard art be so vulgar.

[222col]

can't stop thinking about patrick's younger sister teasing art every time you see him. wearing your tiniest shorts and a t-shirt of his he left in patrick's room. "is that mine?" he'd whimper, looking at your hard nipples underneath his shirt. "oh, i, um thought it was patrick's," you'd return shyly, fiddling with the hem. "stop eye fucking my sister, you perv" patrick would say, hitting art on the back of his head. "i'm not- i wasn't!" patrick rolling his eyes and walking into the kitchen. "you weren't?" your big eyes looking up at him, almost pouting. "well, i mean, no, well, yes, kinda but-" your lips turning into a smirk as you keep touching the hem of his shirt you're wearing. "donaldson!" cuts art out of his daze as he shyly walks to where is friend is shouting him from.

baby angel art i need u so bad

[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

[avawritesthings]

MY TUMBLR RECS !

disclaimer ! NONE OF THESE FICS WERE WRITTEN NOR PUBLISHED BY ME. please give these author’s a little bit of your love ! all fics are x reader, and some are nsfw.

ava’s note ! i have read and reread all of these fics at least twice, and i just wanted to show my love to them and so other’s can read these wonderful stories! some of these are also on ao3. take this as my apology for barely posting xx

formula one !

lando norris

call it magic - @444lec33

caught orange-handed - @mariahcarreyyy (+ oscar piastri)

slow down, be here - @katsu28

workplace distractions - @curiousthyme

life is like a box of chocolates - @dilemmaontwolegs (+ oscar piastri)

hazy days - @coff33andb00ks

charles leclerc

dime, ¿esto es lo que tú quería'? - @yazmarina (+ oscar piastri)

you wonder why i’m bitter - @moviecritc (+ alex saint mleux)

red flags - @holllandtrash

daniel ricciardo

sweet like grenadine - @scuderiahoney (one of my favs!!!)

picture perfect - @thef1diary

got drunk on you - @userlando

feels like home - harley_sunday (ao3)

oscar piastri

no more mister shy guy. - @jamminvroomvroom

dime, ¿esto es lo que tú quería'? - @ yazmarina (+ charles leclerc)

caught orange-handed - @ mariahcarreyyy (+ lando norris)

life is like a box of chocolates - @ dilemmaontwolegs (+ lando norris)

lewis hamilton

harmony - @curiousthyme

partition - @monzabee

jenson button

missed flights - @whorekneecentral

max verstappen

he must be lucky ! - @adventuringblind

little verstappen - @lxclerc

milk and sugar - @sunrizef1

in the mind of another - @pierregazly (author has a lot of great fics!)

masterlists i’ve binged:

lewisvinga’s masterlist

maplesyrupsainz’s masterlist

pucksandpower’s masterlist

theemporium’s masterlist

nhl !

matthew tkachuk (i am nothing if not matty t’s #1 fan)

baby it’s cold outside - @raysofcrosby

waking up in vegas (masterlist) - @doc-pickles

you say you hate me - @pucksnsticksnhockeyboys

praise you like i should - @senditcolton

want you to want me - @troubatrain

4 times you faked a relationship + 1 time you didn’t - @hockeywhy

love you like me - @heavenlyhischier

jerseys and dumplings - @hockeyboysiguess

four times you sat in Matthew’s chair + the one time they called him out - @ extratragic

jack hughes

saturday sleepies - @leaentries

jersey - @sydnikov

feels like home - @ quintinh43

always an angel - @wineauntie (technically hughes brother x sister!reader)

sidney crosby

sugar sugar (masterlist) - @ holy-pucks

home is where the heart is (masterlist) - @fallinallincurls

bubble wrapped (part of a series) - @myhockeyworld87

lovestruck, went straight to my head - @harlowhockeystick

andrei svechnikov

fake numbers and date numbers - @matsbarzal

gaslight - @comphy-and-cozy

high speeds - @thewintersoldierdisaster (so many great andrei fics!)

in five - @ sydnikov (so many great andrei fics)

quinn hughes

heavy heads and heavy hearts - @quintinh43

wiped away kisses - @theemporium

game night - @sc0tters

baevillier’s masterlist

marvel !

tony “iron man” stark

straight lines and sharp angles - nicky_writes (ao3)

kinds of love (series) - bartonstark (ao3)

james “bucky” barnes

sweet dreams - abovethesmokestacks (ao3)

these ties that bind - sweetascanbee (ao3)

druig (eternals)

three-part series - @ohcaptains

how could they not know? - @saintlike78

mark spector/steven grant/jake lockley (moon knight)

man in the mirror - @fettuccin-e

i’m getting to know someone - davosmymaster (ao3)

keep a secret? - cakealicoi (ao3)

matt “daredevil” murdock

dirty little devil - @courtforshort15

kate bishop/yelena belova

blank space - @ mrsyelena (ao3) (unfinished)

wanda maximoff/natasha romanoff

kidnapped - artemis_writes123 (ao3)

star wars !

anakin skywalker

save a spaceship, ride a starpilot - kkismygod (ao3)

jealousy - kkismygod (ao3)

patched up - kkismygod (ao3)

eventide - ohgodmyeyes (ao3) (more darth vader, less anakin)

the babysitter - ohgodmyeyes (ao3)

braids - sarcastic_bubble (ao3)

primal - lullows (ao3) (ft. obi-wan kenobi)

drunk confessions - oreosmama (ao3)

master + padawan knight senator = ? - darthtrek (ao3) (ft. obi-wan kenobi)

say my name - kkismygod (ao3)

the mandalorian

cold showers - cptnbvcks (ao3)

misc !

jj maybank (outer banks)

amnesiac - cherienymphe (ao3)

i know (5+1) - heathersmoonlight (ao3)

soul deep - heathersmoonlight (ao3)

art donaldson (challengers)

beyond the play - @sapphire-writes

and then there were three… - @kolsmikaelson

good luck, babe! - @sunsburns (ft. tashi & patrick)

the mikaelsons (tvdu)

patisserie - wickedlyemma (ao3)

david von erich (iron claw)

yellow rose - @daysofyellowroses

ransom drysdale (knives out)

rubber? i don’t even like her - @ whateveriwant

lip gallagher (shameless)

out of excuses - @ borntobewondering

billy loomis/stu macher (scream I)

jealous jerks - @ potter-imagines

bruce wayne (the batman 2022)

written in the stars - batsingotham (ao3)

*please let me know if you want me to remove any of these links or anything, i hope i didnt offend anyone <3 also sorry that i couldn't tag everyone !

** i WILL be adding more as time goes on. i have many many recs

[seduzist]

idk if you write for art but can you make one where art loses his virginity with reader pls 😓 (bonus points if there’s breeding kink) tyyy!

virgin!art x fem!reader

cw. talks of breeding, drunk sex.

art’s been waiting for this for way too long, and you know it. that’s why you were so good to him, you kissed tenderly all of his face, making him smile drunkly at you and shove you at the wall, getting more comfortable to start taking off your clothes. he looks mesmerized by your body and for a second the smile disappears, only the fear of not being good enough staying in his eyes. but you noticed and whispers to him that it’s okay to touch.

the trick worked well and in the next second his dick is hard as a rock, the only thought in his mind is to be inside you. which he did, just a few minutes after.

art loses his mind at how tight and hot you are, he couldn’t help but get needy, all desperate, thrusting inside you with his hips like his life depends on it, grunting loudly abt how good you feel, how he can not stop. his face right into your neck and one of his arms holding his body above yours while the other is holding your leg up, guaranteeing that stays this way so he could continue fucking you and feeling your walls against his sensitive cock.

“i need- i need to breed you, please-please.” he takes his face from your neck just to beg you, he should know you were on the pill, but who cares? poor boy never felt this way, his primal instincts taking the best of him, never in this life his body needed so badly of anything. the merely thought of cumming inside you, marking you as his, giving you his fucking baby???? had the boy out of his fucking mind.

his eyes were so captivating, so hard to refuse, how could you? when he’s skin on skin with you, you feel him all over, when he’s griping so hard the soft skin of your thigh, when you feel his cock pulsing inside you, begging for release, when the pretty boy is thrusting inside messily and sloppy, inexperienced, with no sense or skill, just pure natural instinct, he was barely giving you pleasure but the sight made your pussy wetter for him to thrust.

he kept begging until you exclaimed yes! and thats when he cum, hard, loud, deep, you feel him filling you up to the point where is leaking even before he pulls out, he’s exhausted and just falls on top of you, panting hard as he thanks you for making him feel se good… you feel his cock softening up inside you and see art’s eyes closing as he lays in your chest.

[artdnldsn]

thinking about art finally marrying his high school sweetheart, feeling like the happiest man alive. as he’s standing under the wedding arch, hearing you recite your vows, he’s completely out of it, his brain short-circuiting. he can hear your voice, but the words just don’t reach his mind. he’s gonna have to ask you to repeat them to him later because he understands you’ve poured your heart into them, but he just can’t bring himself to pay attention right now. not when his heart is thudding like mad against his ribcage, and you’re so beautiful, and his brain is having trouble registering that you’re really agreeing to be his for all eternity—

and then you go on your honeymoon, and he’s gone all out with it. he didn’t have much saved up, his career is only starting to pick up, but he’s made sure to book the nicest plane seats, the nicest hotel, the nicest spa treatments. he doesn’t want you to doubt your decision of marrying him even for a second. he wants you to understand that you’ve signed up for a life of just this—him treating you like something precious, like you’re the queen you’ve always been in his eyes ever since you offered to help him with his english homework back in 9th grade. he still doesn’t know, but it was just you trying to find an excuse to talk to him. but in his head, it was all the gods imaginable that pushed you towards him that day because you looked purely angelic in your awkward school uniform and that perm that you cringe inwardly remembering. but he loved it as he has always loved every single little thing about you.

he can’t believe how you’re still by his side as you both are getting older. you’ve become so hot he just can’t believe his luck. and he can’t believe it now of all times because wow, it’s truly happened. he’s going to grow old by your side, and there’s nothing in this world he’s ever wanted more. he always makes sure every single little part of your lives is documented, his phone out of his pocket at all times, just in case. because if he sees the sunlight catch beautifully in your hair, he wants to capture it, wants there to be some sort of physical proof of that moment. sometimes he really starts wondering if this all is just his fever dream and you’re going to disappear or some shit when he eventually wakes up because he can’t believe it’s real.

his photo roll is just a bunch of some random screenshots and you—you smiling on the beach, you petting a random dog, you laughing as you spilled your drink all over the table, you looking at him, all hearty-eyed, completely ignoring the phone being shoved into your face, your head propped up on your hand as you’re looking at him sitting on the opposite side of the table. he’s returning to this picture constantly, and it’s on his lock screen, and on your contact. because there is that glint in your eyes that makes him wonder for a second, maybe, just maybe, you feel all those things, too, and he’s not crazy to be so head-over-heels with you even after all those years you’ve already spent together.

and at night, he’s fucking you like he loves you—thoroughly, paying attention to every single hitch of your breath, drinking in every little sound pouring out of your mouth, his dick buried deep inside of you, his moves slow and deliberate, making sure you feel every inch as he’s making sure he feels every inch of you, too. his lips not leaving a single spot of your body unattended, because he’s already memorized every single mole, curve, and dip of your body. but with you, every single time feels like he’s rediscovering it all for the first time ever. he can’t wait to see how your body changes over the years. he can’t wait to see all the wrinkles that will appear on your beautiful face because it’s inevitable with you smiling so much all the time. and he already loves them all, even though they’re not even there yet. but he still can’t remember how to breathe sometimes when he catches a glimpse of his wedding band on his finger and understands that it’s all real. you’re real.

and when the receptionist calls you ‘mrs. donaldson’ when you’re checking out from the hotel, his heart flutters like the first time he saw you, a goofy, boyish smile touching his lips. he’s just giddy being yours.

[rayhalloffame]

So in love with divorced!art (because I want to be his little gf)

Rating: NSFW below the cut *minors DNI*

You and Art start seeing each other when his divorce is pretty fresh, maybe a year later. He introduces you to Tashi eventually and she likes you, thinks you’re sweet. Art does too, but he’s still super cautious about bringing you into Lily’s life.

When he finally decides to take that step he wonders why he hadn’t sooner. Art has a proper house now, it’s lived in and smells like a home. You take Lily on your day trips to run errands, play dress up with her, sneak her treats Art says no to on the rare occasions. Most days when he has Lily, you come home from work around dinner time. Art and Lily are usually in the kitchen preparing the meal or sitting at the table talking and coloring while they wait. It makes your heart melt every time. You see the way he is with Lily and how much he truly loves that little girl. She’s got him wrapped around her little finger.

Tonight though you’re home late. You’ve missed dinner but see a wrapped plate sitting on the kitchen counter. After you slip your shoes off, you find your way to Lily’s bedroom. You peak your head in to see Art lain against the headboard with a book held open on his chest, Lily curled into his side. They’re both sleeping and so relaxed and you can see how safe and cared for that girl is.

It makes you happy of course. Art is a great dad. But you start to notice this feeling of jealousy. You love Lily as if she were your own, except she’s not. You want a little version that’s really yours, that has your eyes when they look up at you, and not Tashi’s. You go back to the kitchen to eat your food before it can hurt too much.

You’ve eaten and showered and you’re in bed quickly, almost asleep lying on your side when Art’s body slides under the covers behind you. His strong arm wraps around your waist, pulls you tight against him. He tucks his head in the space where your neck meets your shoulder and presses a few soft kisses there. You hum in acknowledgment, settling further back.

“Hi, pretty girl”, he says. His breath is minty when it fans across your cheek and his body is warm. You turn your head so you can meet him in a kiss. He’s rubbing his thumb back and forth on your tummy where his shirt has ridden up on your body. You press your face closer to his and can feel his teeth from the force of your kiss.

You turn fully to face him, never disconnecting from his mouth, hands grabbing where they can reach. You feel desperate, hike your leg over his waist and grind against his growing erection where it presses against your thin cotton panties. He groans, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh enough to anchor you to him, roll you so you’re straddling his lap.

“Missed you today”, you pant between urgent kisses. You’re rolling your hips down and hard against him, pulling moans from deep in his chest. He reaches a hand between your bodies to cup your cunt, groans when he feels you’ve soaked through your panties. In one quick motion he’s got them pulled to the side and the pads of his fingers press harshly to your clit. Your hips falter, you suck in a deep breath.

“Wanna make you feel good”, he insists, fingers sliding between your folds and finding your entrance. You sink down on the fingers he offers you easily, sucking him in. You’re a mess of whimpers. He holds your face close with his other hand and kisses at your slack mouth, across your cheekbone. He’s watching you intently, noting how your eyes squeeze or your eyebrows crease at certain maneuvers of his wrist. You’re so close when he slips his soaked fingers from you, shushing your whines at his loss with whispers in your ear. “I’ve got you, angel”, he’s saying, “gonna give you what you need.”

He pulls himself from his briefs, lets the band of them rest at his upper thighs. Then he’s sinking you down the length of him, slowly, guiding your hip with his big palm. A drawn out moan falls from your lips that he has to quiet by sticking his tongue in your mouth. He’s pistoning his hips up into you before you can regain your composure. Soon you’re rocking back on him, meeting his every thrust.

He sits up, holding you against him with a forearm across your low back, one hand still controlling your head like a ragdoll. From this angle he can see your face clearer and his pace slows. Your eyes are wet. You’re looking at him like you love him. His thumb collects some of the moisture off of your face. “What’s going on, baby? Do you need to stop?”

You shake your head no in a panic, squeezing your cunt around him. It makes his nostrils flare and his eyes close. He tries hard to concentrate. He keeps a slow roll of his hips into yours. His eyes are probing. “I love you,” you say quickly, “I love you I love you”, and then you’re leaning in to kiss him desperately. He takes your face in both of his hands and really looks at you, says it back.

“I want to have your babies”, is the next thing you say.

His hips still, a beat passes, and then he’s smiling. “Yeah? My baby wants to have my baby, hmm?” You’re nodding emphatically, subconsciously squeezing around him where he rests inside you. He sets a punishing pace then, athletic body rutting up into you, your body crushed against his chest. You take it, arms locked around his neck, strings of “uh uh uh” being knocked out of you. His mouth is pressed against the hollow of your throat, breath hot on your collarbone and you’re begging him to come in you, to give you his babies, telling him you love him.

When he’s coming he puts a hand between you again to rub harshly at your swollen clit. It takes less then five swipes of his thumb for your legs to shake, body tensing and teeth biting into his shoulder nearest you to dampen your moans.

You sit in his lap for a few moments, him softening inside of you. He traces his fingers along your spine, still breathing hotly in your neck, tells you to stop the birth control. When you pull your sticky body off of him enough to hold his face, his eyes are wet. He’s looking at you like he loves you.

[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.

[sailorslovin]

reblog if you like art donaldson! or would like to hear him whimper in your ears for 5 hours straight

[poppy-metal]

okay idk if this is tmi or not but i like LOVE just like grinding but like naked and like the teasing, like imagine like dom!reader taking pathetic!art’s dick and like rubbing it up and down her pussy, just like teasing him and stimulating her clit with his tip while he’s begging and crying for her to let him cum and put it in like UGHHH ITS SO HOT

yeah <333 can make yourself cum from the friction of rubbing his weepy pink tip back and forth over your clit, really - sending little bolts of pleasure through your body everytime his slit catches against the stiff peak of your nub. "oh please - please, baby - " he begs so pretty. his voice gets whiney when he pleads with you. flushed pink and watching where you rub him against you.

"what?" you ask, knowing full well what he wants - what you're doing to him. you're soaking wet. slick leaking from your cunt and you know if you slid backward he could slip inside you so easy, too.

"put me inside you. you're so wet - fuck," he tilts his head back and you see the pale column of his throat bared to you - his adams apple bobbing as he swallows his own spit, gasps his pink lips apart as you pass his head once again over your throbbing clit. "I can make you feel good. let me make you cum, baby, please -"

you clench around nothing at the sound of his voice. circling his cock against you - bobbing your hips up and down gently so his sticky head bumps and glides your button. "m'already making myself feel good. your pretty cock feels - amazing, baby." you tap tap tap him against you - your thighs trembling - "ohhhh yes - that's gonna make me cum."

he could cry. he wants to feel you cum.

"wanna feel you," he tries again. appeals, "just a little - don't you wanna be stretched out? let me in - let me fill you, baby, please. wanna spread you open -"

god, he's good. fuck.

you whine. glare weakly down at him for being shady - you should have gagged him, but then you wouldn't hear his whines.

your cunt pulses at his words - and you're close - you could cum this way - but he's reminding you how good he feels inside - when you're all worked up and wet and he just - glides right in -

your hips move on their own, sliding his cock through your wet slit until he's catching at your opening - fat crown breaching you immediately with how slick you are and you both moan - your hand leaves his base to balance yourself on his shoulders as you let yourself sink down down down -

"ohhhhhh goooood -" you whine and you start coming. eyes rolling back - "oh fuck, art - oh fuck you're so big -"

your walls spasm around him, drawing him in as you twitch and pulse and cum. his hands grip your ass, taking your moment of weakness to slam you the rest of the way down, grunting at how you clench rhythmically around him as you cum. "that's it - yes, fuck yes - cum on me - use me to cum -" he helps bounce you up and down. ride it out. "you're so beautiful."

he loves you.

[tinythebunni]

stanford!Art who’s never been with a woman and is so touch deprived dat he basically cums at da sight of your skimpy outfits! whenever u walk on campus in your mini skirts and 2 sizes too small crop tops, he has 2 adjust his pants and beg his boner 2 go away!

but then in da middle of da night when patrick is out, he tugs his cock until he’s crying while thinking of you! poor thing needs you so bad he doesn’t even remember to stay quiet! he’s so cute i want him