#husband! art donaldson

[tinytennisskirt]

just some husband art! deciding he wants you for dinner instead of whatever it is you’re making…

warnings: fingering, oral f!recieving, implied sex

MDNI 18+

“you’re so beautiful,” art mumbled against your neck. he was, of course, coming to distract you from cooking. his gorgeous wife, who he offered to make food for, denying him the ability for one thing after the other, apparently.

“so are you, but if i don’t watch this pot, it might boil over,” you told him. “i have to be very-“ he kissed gently up your neck toward your ear and you giggled just slightly. “careful. and mindful.”

“mhm?” he agreed, lips grazing over your ears, barely kissing but the sensation sent goosebumps through your entire body. “baby…”

“the pot will boil over and it’ll burn and there won’t be dinner.” you found yourself to be very reasonable, very good… it was a good reason.

“i’m not hungry for that anyways,” he replied. your entire body flushed. one year of marriage and the butterflies as he gently grabbed your hips was still there.

“You have something else in mind?” you teased, turning off the stove, moving the pot off the burner and turning around. his eyes were dark with lust but on his lips was his perfect, bright smile.

“i might,” He picked you up like it was nothing and you just giggled as you barely made it to the couch without kissing. you cupped his face and he set you down on the couch, crawling on top of you, already pulling your sweater over your head. he still kissed you the same way he did when he first kissed you. excited and youthful and it was easy to love him and his consistency. you were taking off each other’s clothes like horny teenagers, tossing the clothing around the living room and kissing like your parents would be home in five minutes.

familiar fingers moved the crotch of your underwear aside and slipped into you with ease. it was almost immediate that he found your sweet spot and played with a combination of rubbing and pushing his fingers in and out of you. you moaned his name into his own mouth, which made him grin. his thumb pressed your clit gently as his middle and ring finger fucked into you. you were so wet you could hear it.

he loved it, he couldn’t get enough. that pair of underwear was soon nowhere to be seen when he shimmied down on the couch, kissing gently down your stomach. “you’re going to spoil your dinner.” you said, resting your hand in his hair as he kissed your inner thighs, squeezing as he went along.

“mhm,” he nodded, nose grazing your skin. “fine with me.”

“art…”

“yes?”

“you nee…” you trailed off as he started strong, tongue inside you first thing. your words turned into a moan as your hand tightened around his hair. “fuck, art…” you breathed. “you can’t just-“ and he continued , licking upwards, tongue finding your clit. your body tensed under the immense pleasure. “baby…” but what use was there in stopping him? he had a goal.

his tongue flicked over your clit, then licked back down, the tip of his tongue dipping into you, his lips sucking and kissing gently when it could. he could go at this for hours if he wanted to, but he could feel your desperation as you rolled your hips up toward his mouth.

his perfect hands gripping the fat of your thighs, fingertips as deep as they could go against your skin without hurting you. his watch was cold against your skin, but his hands were warm. it was only a matter of time before one of his hands slipped down to meet his mouth where it was. his two fingers slowly pressed at your entrance and he licked into you once more before slipping his fingers back inside of you.

your back arched at the dual activities. your body tingled with pleasure, feeling it in every nerve ending. in all the years you’d been together he never failed to give you that rush of full body sensation. his fingers pumped in and out of you while his tongue danced over your sensitive clit. you moaned loudly, glad that you had a whole house to yourselves. you were so close and art knew so, picking up pace and intensity. his other hand squeezed your thigh harder, pulling you hard against his mouth and hand and you came loudly. your body heaved and tightened and your grip on his hair tightened as well.

art just happily lapped up everything you’d spilled when you came. he really truly was the best at what he did. it was worth spoiling dinner over. you breathed hard, but giggled through it. art wiped his mouth before kissing you hard and fucking you fast. no part of it being fast was unfulfilling.

by the end of it you were both breathing hard and in need of water. you laid your head on his chest, running your fingers over the little trail of hair down his chest and stomach down to his dick. gorgeous, perfect husband, all yours. you were reminded of how lucky you were.

“are you hungry?” he asked you, his hand gently caressing your hair. you smiled.

“takeout?”

“i was thinking thai.” he said. “i’ll call in a minute, for now let’s just…” he trailed off, hands playing with your hair as you laid together for another few minutes. the pot on the stove could just be prepared again tomorrow.

[rkiving]

[silentmacabre]

he’s so husband im feral

[poppy-metal]

tashi's bluntness before you're arts little girlfriend - fully vets you - fully takes you out to get you on a birth control she likes, and when you ask why she just looks at you like, "he won't get full relief if he has to wear a condom, he likes to cum inside. is that gonna be a problem for you?" well, no. you don't question her after that - too busy thinking about art donaldson coming inside.

[jesuistrestriste]

happy holidays to these pictures of mike faist specifically

[dracoj]

hey guys remember how art is inextricable from every scene of tashi and patrick hooking up we get. in the hotel room almost-threesome, he’s there physically. in Stanford and Atlanta, they can’t stop talking about him. in New Rochelle, he literally looms over them from the GAME CHANGERS ad in every shot. he’s always there even when he’s not there

[dream-a-dream-for-me]

Art is an animal lover, I know for a fact that he sends you a picture of every cute dog he sees and just can't for the life of him leave an abandoned kitten. It's raining, what if it gets sick!

He'd squat down, stretching his hand out and moving his fingers to tempt the cat, making that "pspspspsps" noise to get the kitten’s attention. Cautiously, the baby came closer, its wet nose brushing his fingers, then, slowly rubbing its head against Art's palm.

Oh, he grins so big, petting the kitten before scooping up the little wet cat, tucking it inside his coat to keep it warm, feeling it squirm a bit before resting.

He almost runs home with how excited he is to show you what he's found. Walking into the kitchen, his beautiful damp curls sticking to his face as he bounds over to you.

"What's got you all excited, baby?"

He pauses and a little "mroww" comes from his jacket. You stop, slowly turning to him, trying to hold back a smile, "Arrttt.... what was that?"

He looks up, giving you his best puppy dog eyes while he pulls out the cat, holding him out at you like Simba. "Can we keep him, pleasee! He looked so sadd, I couldn't leave him there!"

[bratrick]

don’t we all

[fandomlurker333]

Okay okay okay okay, so no one could miss the parallels being drawn between Tashi and Patrick. How they’re both so fiery and both have these egos and both push Art around.

Art spitting out his gum into their hands was JUST-

Ughhhhhh. I will never be over it.

So i’m pretty obsessed with this idea that Art couldn’t have Patrick, and so he settled for the love of Patrick’s life.

Like some screwed up transference.

He said if I can’t have you, you can’t have her. Now we’re both miserable.

[theultimatedilflover]

Could you just imagine being worshipped by your husband art?

Like he would do anything for you in a heart beat and it infuriates you but is so hot at the same time.

But that’s not the worshipping I am talking about.

He’s so touchy. Like most definitely.

You two could be sitting down with the president of the United States and he’s rubbing up on your thigh. Soft skin, to soft skin.

Kissing your neck just because as he inhales the scent of his beautiful wife and thinks about how many kids you could have. His kids of course.

Idk, it just fits. (😉)

[girlfcker]

i’m gonna say it again but i really don’t like how y’all are forgetting tashi’s status as a low income black girl was very crucial to her character and identity in the beginning of the film.

i already made a point on this in my last post but like? we don’t know enough about her backstory to know everything about her but i feel like compared to patrick or art, we know a lot to make points that are crucial to understanding tashi’s frustrations and fears so it’s weird y’all are still making her out to be the villain of her own tragic story, not really sorry.

[thestoryofella]

I cannot stop thinking about mike faist 🙁

[silentmacabre]

no one has ever husband as hard as he husbands and no one ever will.

[jesuistrestriste]

why do i feel like art donaldson is the type of guy to faint when his partner goes into labor..

like he’s so supportive throughout the entire pregnancy; getting you all of the weird foods to satisfy your cravings, giving you lots of kisses and reassurance, and helping you through morning sickness stuff. he’s the damn best.

and then when you finally get to the hospital, actively in labor, he holds your hand while you lay in the bed and kisses your knuckles. “i’m right here, baby, i’m right here… i’m not going anywhere…”

but like the second he sees anything start to come out of your body, he gets woozy and passes out ! causes a whole scene in the room ! (albeit unintentionally)

a nurse has to drag him into a chair and get him a juice box.

[dollyiia]

he doesn’t get enough loveee 😫😫😫 he’s so fine, i’d treat his dick SO WELL

[slut4procrastination]

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