Yet Again I Know This Is An Art Donaldson Centered Blog But.. I Am Really In A Patrick Mood Rn.. I Wanna

i love writing fics inspired by song lyrics i can't help myself!!! currently working on an art fic inspired by juna by clairo :3

ive been seeing a lot of posts about country boy! art and it has taken over my brain.... him being the quiet ranch hand on your grandparents property mhm... never talks to you directly but you always see him making eyes at you whenever he can.. your grandparents forcing you to go out and help him with something and you introduce yourself.. when you shake his hand he's blown away at the softness.. almost forgets to let go :((

i imagine he's too shy to talk to you after that.. so he leaves you sweet little notes in places he knows you'll go.. a note right on your windowsill.. one on the chair you sit on to watch the sunset.. he's so precious!!!

your grandparents start to invite him inside for dinner as it's getting colder outside.. he makes heart eyes at you across the table.. completely forgetting to eat and he offers to wash the dishes to distract you and your grandparents so he can sneak upstairs and steal a piece of your clothes.. it's not his fault the closest thing he could find to steal was a pair of your panties!! he tucks them in his pocket and ducks his head down as he leaves the house.. he doesn't even do anything perverted with them!! he just longs to have you to himself.. and the closest thing is keeping something that belongs to you!! maybe one day he'll find the courage to tell you how he really feels...

day 18: punishment <3

authors note: this is totally late im so sorry.. also i am skipping day 19, partially because im extremely tired and also because i don't know how to incorporate food into sex <3

art knew what he was doing was wrong, he just didn't care. he was past the point of caring.

you've been away for weeks (2 to be exact) and art hasn't jerked off at all since you've left. sure.. he's brushed up against his pillow while he's going to sleep one too many times, and sure hes "accidentally" stroked himself a little too much in the shower.. but he's been good!! he's been your good boy and followed your orders. until now.

you texted art that your flight was running late, grounded for about 2 hours because of the winter storm currently running its course outside the airport.

"sorry artie, flight is delayed cuz of weather, don't wait up for me baby, might not even be home tonight"

"okay :( i miss you soooo much, text me when u land pls"

"alright angel, will do :) love u <3"

"love u too <3"

art sighs and flops on the unbearably empty bed, flinging his phone a little farther than he meant to and wincing. he looks down at his cock slowly filling out in his jeans and groans. what is he supposed to do without you here? as thoughts of you start to cloud his mind, art can't stop thinking that if he just jerked off really quick and got rid of all the evidence, you wouldn't know it, and you'd come back none the wiser and he wouldn't get punished. great plan right? wrong.

after furiously jerking off until he cums himself silly, art finds himself totally unable to clean up after himself, cum stating to dry on his blanket and stomach, as well as tissues strewn about the bed. art sighs and tries to fight the sleepiness that clouds his mind and makes his eyelids droop more and more. he thinks to himself that he'll clean himself up before you get back, and drifts off to sleep with a smile on his face.

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you arrive at your apartment door hauling your heavy suitcase and back pack behind you, trying your best not to jingle your keys too much and wake up art. you carefully unlock the door and push your bags inside, slipping off your shoes and walking into the house tiredly, wanting nothing more to sleep for 20 hours. you're stopped however, when you round the corner and see art splayed out on your bed, absolutely naked, cuddling your pillow with a cum stained blanket bedside him. you sigh, leaning down to pick up the scattered tissues and throw them away. when you're done with that, you gently sit next to art, trying to pull away the dirty blanket from him and replace it with a new one.

art senses the movement and awakens, first being elated to see your face, and then shocked at the fact that he was caught red-handed. "h-hi.." art looks away from you and blushes. "hey artie.. you gonna tell me what happened?" you coo at him softly, tricking his brain into thinking he won't get punished. "w-well i jus' missed you so much and then when you said you weren't gonna be home for a while i just couldn't handle it anymore.. b-but i swear i didn't do anything while you were away!! except for that.." art rambles, trying to plead his case in front of you. you smile and nod, reaching out to cup his face. art sighs, he's safe. "... but you remember what the rule was, right?"

arts eyes snap open from their blissful state. "w-what?" art is starting to lose his composure, guilt washing through him. "the rule? remember.. before i left i told you that you weren't allowed to masturbate at all while i was gone. and you broke the rule artie.." you say with a pout on your face. "l-listen 'm sorry, 'm really sorry.. you understand right? i- just couldn't take it anymore.." you shake your head, "you know that i have to punish you right? it's what i told you would happen if you broke the rules.." art nods sadly, trying to charm you with his puppy-dog eyes but you're stronger than that, not falling for his tricks.

art tries his best to hide his obvious arousal from you, but you see how hard he is through the blanket he's covering himself with. you inch closer to him, gently pulling the blanket off of him, watching as his cock slaps against his stomach. art whines and looks away from you, moaning softly when you grip him in your hand. even though he's already practically empty from cumming earlier. you stroke him up and down gently, smiling happily when he bucks his hips up to meet your touch, feeling like he's halfway to heaven after not feeling your touch on him the whole time you've been away.

arts head is in the clouds, watching as you stroke him faster and faster, your hand getting slick from all of the precum drooling out of him. you know he's getting close, his hips move faster, almost fucking your hand, as his moans turn almost girlish. "'m gettin' close.. it feels s' good.. thankyouthankyouthankyou..." art doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence before you rip your hand off of him, leaving art to pathetically hump the air to try to finish himself off, but it's no use, his orgasm is completely ruined. art has tears brimming in his eyes, "w-why did you do that.. i- i was s' close.." his lower lip wobbles. you tilt your head to the side, hand smoothing over his milky thigh. "what do you mean artie? i told you that you'd be punished, did you forget so easy?" art frowns, shaking his head. "i- i didn't forget i just.. it's unfair" he pouts. you smile and bring art closer to you, cuddling him against your sternum.

"i know.. and im sorry.. you know i hate when you're sad, but you have to learn your lesson yeah?" you press a kiss to his forehead. art nods, cuddling up to you. "yeah.. 'm sorry really, it's just cuz i missed you so much" art says quietly, blushing a little bit. "i missed you too artie, don't worry, ill make it up to you soon" <3

fuckkk this is IT... i will always further the "art who cums ropes until he can't cum anymore" agenda + he cries <3

patrick is a dribbler, art is a shooter and i mean BUCKETS

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Art cums so much like he paints his tummy and chest with ropes and ropes it's sooo messy <3 Could probably hit his face honestly if he hadn't cum in a while tbh

what if I said after all this time I actually still ship art and patrick more out of the whole throuple??

when the movie first came out, people were saying anyone leaving tashi out of the dynamic was giving misogyny, but like sorry their story was just more compelling for me 😩

i still like her character, but I just wasn’t invested in her love story with either men…what do you think?

i definitely agree... idk thinking about them makes me cry im just an emotional girl what can i say.. i do think that undermining tashis role in the story/her character is definitely just being ignorant 😭 but yeah art and patrick are endgame for me.. there's just something about childhood best friends who part ways and then get back together that is so scrumptious to me!!!

forever thinking about this photo... he looks so happy.. his big pretty smile that makes his eyes crinkle up.. how proud he looks as he holds up that trophy.. and of course his hair being a little messy, not like it was at the start of the movie, but still more boy-ish than at the end of the movie. it makes me so sad how defeated he seems during this scene.. yet again bringing out that maternal instinct to take care of artie and make him happy again <3

okay yall my post is literally ready and written in my notes app but tumblr is being a meanie and not working 🤭 so i have to wait until i get back to my house on my wifi to post it... i apologize!!! itll be worth it i swear

what songs are y'all liking rn?? i wanna write another fic inspired by a song while im writing a longer fluffy fic <33

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y'all idk if i can do day number 8.. i just don't picture art as a rough sex kind of guy!!! plus i don't super love writing about it so.. ill see y'all for day 9!!

Before I watched Challengers I though that Art was kinda cute but then after watching it it was alllll about Patrick until recently.... It's still Partick but I cannot sleep on Art.... I have a soft spot for blonde boys they're the hottest

The way he just follows tashi around like 90% of the movie like a lost dog is exactly what I’m looking for in man. It’s like he can’t control himself when he’s around her and I’m obsessed. He literally ditched his best friend the moment she got injured bc he was pussy whipped it’s pathetic and incredible.