Diet Pepsi (art Donaldson X Fem! Reader)

when i watched the movie for the first time and saw these shots i had to pause it and go walk around my room bcuz.. why does he look better in panties than me???? absolutely unfair

Would love to ask Luca Guadagnino how exactly are these shots crucial for the plot because…

im obsessed with this edit and i need to share it with all of you...

him and this song UGHHHHH i got butterflies 😭😭

ngh jerking off art between your legs.. his back leaning up against your chest.. forcing his legs to stay open with your own.. he's so insecure..aybe he lost a match, or he's just having a bad day, but he comes to you for comfort as always, and there's no better way to shut his brain off than wrapping your fingers around his cock.. whispering things like, "you're so good baby.. you're all good like this.." and "oh artie.. you're so smart 'n so talented.." and he creams so fast, shuddering and arching his back trying to get away and lean into the overwhelming feeling at the same time.. and he squirts out so much.. some of it even reaching his own shoulders, and he immediately falls into a peaceful sleep, happily skin to skin with you <3

i have a super busy week this week so sadly my full length fic will be out as late as thursday.. but ill try to post some small stuff in the mean time!! (also a teaser for that longer fic <3)

day 3: blowjob <3

art doesn't claim to know what heaven feels like, but he thinks it feels a lot like this.

from the second he got home to you, he's been clinging onto you like a puppy. art always gets this way after a long day without seeing you. he won't get back to normal until he's satisfied with the amount of time he's spent around you. at first it's quite innocent, kissing your cheek and grabbing at your arms, before it turns more sexual.

very quickly, art starts trying to grind up against you, his dick almost painfully hard under his jeans. "p-please touch me.. missed you all day.." art is unashamedly whining in your ear, getting louder when you reach between your bodies and cup his bulge, and you can practically feel him throbbing under his pants. you smile, running your fingers through the short soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

you can tell that art is becoming increasingly worked up, so you take the lead and move to the couch, watching him sit and spread his legs for you as you kneel on the carpet in front of him. you lean up and kiss him sloppily and unzip his jeans, pulling them down his legs. art breaks the kiss and tips his head back, feeling you run your hands down his milky thighs.

art moves forward to the edge of the couch, watching with adoration as you take him into your mouth. you look up at him as you place a soft kiss on his tip, the taste of salty pre-cum lingering on your lips. you put your hands on his thighs as you take him all the way down your throat, swallowing when he hits the back of it. art gasps when he feels your throat spasming around him, "fffuck- fuck youre s' warm.. 'm g gonna melt-" you hum around him in response, causing another whine and shiver from art.

you move your head faster, as art tries his best not to grip onto your head and fuck himself into your mouth. you take him out of your mouth for a second, resting your cheek on his inner thigh as you stroke him with your hand, taking extra time to swipe your thumb over his leaking tip. and what sends art truly over the edge is when you lower your head to lick at his slightly fuzzy balls, warm and pulsing and full of cum, just for you. nuzzling your face into him, you take the hand that isn't stroking him and press two fingers behind his balls. "n- no 'm gonna cum if you do that.."

you continue and look up at him again, watching pretty tears run down his face as he thrashes under you. "g-gonna cum- ohhhh god 'm cumming ffuck.." you wrap your mouth around him at the last minute, art's cum flooding your mouth, enough that you have to swallow once before he's done. once he is, you slowly pull him out of your mouth, placing another kiss on his tip. art is so gone after his orgasm that he can only repeat one phrase- "thank you.. thank you.." <3

i need to be arts cute young physical therapist so bad u don't even understand.. i need to come over like 3 times a week and massage his sore legs and his shoulder.. hearing his little groans of pain 'n promising that it's gonna make him feel better in the long run ugh..

https://www.tumblr.com/lovetrt/758294389955117056/nerd

need him to keep the glasses on as i make them fog up :///

nerdys boys <33

brrrrr

sweet, innocent, nerdy art who’s really good at math and solving rubik cubes coming over to tutor you.

he’s so kind and attentive and doesn’t mind it when you shuffle up next to him, warm thighs pressed together. he goes over formulas and the different ways to apply them while you gently press circles into his knee. the concepts and sweet cadence of his voice makes everything from calculus to basic addition completely nonsensical to you. everything blurs into a mess of numbers and pale skin and fresh linen scents.

poor art doesn’t know what to do when you get all spacey. asks if you’re okay, if you’re with him a few times, brows furrowing at the noise you mumble in response. he asks if you need a break, to which you immediately say yes to.

you shuffle to face him, but he’s already turning back, hands digging into his navy blue backpack. it’s a wonder how someone could be so innocently adorable and panty-dripping hot all at once. his dark glasses sit perfectly on his cute nose, and the shape of his jaw is addictive to look at. you want to trace a finger down from right under his ear to his chin.

he turns back around and, despite your new proximity, keeps his gaze on the rubik cube in his hands. he fiddles with it a bit, his long fingers expertly solving the colorful puzzle before undoing it. he’s too engrossed in it to notice your intense gaze on his veiny hands.

you’re reaching out to it before you could realize. the tips of your fingers touch his own.

“oh, do you want to try?” he looks at you for the first time since your little break began.

you shake your head and pull the object away from him anyway, igniting an adorable confusion on art’s face. you lay the cube to rest on top of the forgotten textbook.

you shuffle closer to art, propping yourself up on your knees to swing a leg over his thigh. the hair on his thigh tickles the apex of your legs.

“w-what are you doing?” art stammers. your hand moves on its own, coming around to cup his jaw. your thumb lingers on his bottom lip.

“i want to kiss you.”

art gazes up at you, doe eyes made bigger from his lenses. the beginnings of a nod are all it takes for you to lean forward and catch his bottom lip between yours.

his lips are pillowy soft and taste of mint and sugar. he whines into it, a breathy thing that dissipates into the air around you. you would’ve missed it if you weren’t so close. his large hands entrap your hips when you deepen the kiss. he brings you in impossibly closer. your nose crashes awkwardly into his glasses, but neither of you seem to care.

you kiss and kiss and don’t stop kissing until your knees are numb and red and his heavy breaths fan your cheek. his glasses are fogged up and sitting crooked on the bridge of his nose, his lips are stained from your dark lipstick, and his curls are all messed up. you can’t help but giggle at his disheveled, fucked out look. you’ve barely done anything to him, and he’s already melting into a puddle of neediness.

you fix his glasses and try (and fail) to smudge the gloss off his lips. “kay, next chapter? i’m still really rusty with the new formula.”

art snaps out of his kiss-induced trance with a little shake of his head like a cute puppy drying himself off. “yes, y-yeah.”

Hello I volunteer as tribute

I can't get out Patrick your fingers in his mouth zweig. Or the way he's fine w tashi slapping him. Or spitting on him. Like clearly he's fine with being degraded. He gets off on it. I get off on it (who said that...)

NO FRRRR

like just his willingness to literally get treated like a doormat is strangely attractive to me.. there's nothing i love more than a man who acts like a stray dog.. i mean y'all saw how happy he was to have tashis fingers in his mouth, i feel like you wouldn't even have to ask him to do it.. you'd just have to scratch at the stubble on his jaw and he'd let you pop your fingers right in there.. normally i don't have the urge to be a mean dom but like.. i would literally make patrick zweig my bitch. end of story.

hey y'all... so i feel totally awful but yet again i don't think i can do the 21st day of smut today.. i will be totally transparent with y'all, i had a total meltdown over my previous cat who i had to put down. just feelings of massive guilt that weigh on me, especially since i have two new cats now. i feel like if i tired to push out a small fic for today it wouldn't be up to my standards. thank y'all for understanding <3

i mean they all did but... art is my baby y'all know this <3