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day 2: new positions <3

art has never been adventurous. he's always been the one to reel in other people, to make sure that they're being cautious. art is a chronic overthinker, at any point in time whether he's just staying into space he's constantly thinking about everything that could go wrong. so imagine his surprise when you asked him to try something new.

you're actually at the dinner table when you ask, so infatuated with watching art across the table that the question just slips out, "could we try a new position tonight?" art pauses his eating immediately, chewing slowly before swallowing and answering. "like- like for sex?" art isn't stupid, he knows you're talking about a sex position, but he doesn't think he can ever remember having sex with someone that wasn't in missionary. you nod, taking pleasure in the flush creeping across his face. "can i think about it?" art asks, obviously afraid of saying the wrong thing.

later, when you're laying in bed, watching him brush his teeth in the bathroom, you finally get your answer. art walks over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed and fidgeting with his fingers. "i wanna try a new position" he looks at you expectantly, wanting you to take the lead. and you do so, gladly.

art lets you practically manhandle him into the position you like, watching you with hooded eyes. he's already painfully hard, and he has been ever since dinner. he's red and leaking and everytime you touch him his dick jumps from excitement. you straddle his lap, smiling as his hips try to buck up into you. your weight on his lap is surprisingly arousing to him, but he doesn't do anything about it, waiting for you to lead him.

art is practically panting now, his chest heaving as you slip him inside of you, and art swears he sees stars. having you on top of him makes him feel like he's been having sex wrong all this time, he swears he can feel your movements better this way. you look down at him and his eyes are screwed shut and you feel his heart beating under your hands on his chest.

once art is able to focus again, he can't stop his base instincts to fuck up into you. he plants his feet on the mattress and wraps his arms tight around you, his biceps flexing against your back. and you let him have his way, pushing your head into his neck and biting there, drawing out a series of whines from arts mouth. you can feel his hips stuttering against you as he practically cries into your shoulder, pumping deep inside of you. and with art, he's never done quick, squirting inside you until he physically can't anymore.

you take his head out of your shoulder, looking at his teary eyes and wet lashes. and as always, art is insatiable. "can we try another one?" <3

art belongs on the floor, on his knees, head bowed in respect and deference for his lover. that’s how his head works. if you love him, you clearly desire power over him. love, to him, is complete surrender. he gives up his body willingly and mind just as fast. give art an opportunity to submit himself to you, and he will. to prove his loyalty.

you see him on the floor, boney knees starting to get bruised on the hardwood flooring of your bedroom. he belongs on the ground, looking up. this is the natural way of life for a man like him. submission.

he’s gorgeous down there, too, which doesn’t help his case. his golden dirty blonde curls are messy like a mop head, but it’s rather cute, the way he looks so disheveled and disoriented. his blue eyes are looking up at you with the same intelligence as a golden retriever puppy. so cute but so little going on up there.

he’s even smiling and panting like a dog too. your golden retriever now. maybe you could train him and teach him new tricks. teach him to sit and to stay and to heel. collar him and take him on walks. that idea makes him blush a little bit.

you scratch your nails against his scalp like you were scratching the good spot behind a dog’s ear, and art melts into your touch, completely overtaken by his need to be yours.

maybe he should feel humiliated that you put him on the floor and treat him like a stupid dog, a puppy in need of training. in fact, he does feel humiliated. but you put him here, and you cradled his head and scratched that sweet spot behind his ear. he’s a dog, through and through, and your touch completely shut off his brain, leaving him utterly empty and helpless.

- P♡

why did i just burst out crying 🤣

would anyone be interested in hearing about this... <3

sigh... halloween season is over.. no more imagining art dressed up as an angel..

TIS THE SEASON to imagine art tied up with silky red bows like a present <3

i cannot survive without a tasty little treat at least every hour

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

day 12: masturbation <3

at first, art was jealous that patrick got to leave campus for winter break, leaving him stuck in the cold empty dorm without a friend. he was jealous until he realized he would be alone. for the first time in weeks art would be alone. not that he didn't like having patrick around.. but there were.. some things that art just couldn't do while patrick was there. sing in the shower, watch stupid reality tv, listen to loud music and.. jerk off.

patrick packed up the last of his stuff into his suitcase, shoving it in with no cares in the world. dragging his stuff to the door of their dorm patrick says goodbye to art, promising he'll send him pictures from his families ski lodge. art couldn't care less, but he smiles and nods, almost pushing patrick out of the door. once art is able to close the door and lock it, he looks around his now empty dorm and immediately gets hard.

art rushes over to his bed, quickly stripping off his clothes and laying down, feeling more aroused than he's felt in a long time. the fact he doesn't have to sneak around or hide from patrick makes butterflies soar in his stomach. as always, art doesn't really like jerking off in the sense of fucking his fist. ever since patrick introduced him to pillow humping, he hasn't masturbated any other way. art grabs a pillow from the pile at the top of his bed, cradling it against his chest so that he can rut his cock up into it. he moans softly, even though patrick isn't here he doesn't want anyone else to hear him. art rolls his hips slowly at first, closing his eyes and taking in all the little sensations of the soft fabric of his pillow against his pulsing flesh.

after a couple minutes of this, art finds that he can't hold back any longer, flipping over to lie on his stomach as he places the pillow underneath his hips. at this point, he's pretty much fucked out, drooling over his pillow and mumbling into his mattress as he clutches the sheets with clammy hands. art doesn't think of one specific person in his fantasy, only seeing shadows of soft warm bodies that run their hands over his skin, letting him take what he wants, what he needs. art grinds against the pillow a little faster, thinking about how hot and wet a pussy must feel, how it can clench and squeeze around him until he has no more cum left to give.

art has quickly forgotten about his will to stay silent, letting out breathy moans and whimpers every time his hips jerk back into the pillow. art is so worked up, he's so sensitive to all the stimulation he's putting himself through, the soft sheets on his drooling tip, the silky pillow he rubs his head against, the almost unbearable throbbing of his balls between his legs.. it's almost too much and- oh. oh- art realizes that he's going to cum. a short wave of disappointment over the fact that this heavenly experience didn't last as long as he wanted it to washes over him, quickly over taken my the electrifying feeling of his orgasm.

art thrusts wildly into his pillow, his adrenaline making it almost impossible for him to stop, even when ropes and ropes of sticky cum shoot out from his cock. art only stops when the shaking of his body becomes too much, making him lay down fully and take deep gulping breaths of air. he's blushing profusely, trying not to imaging how patrick would look at home if he found out the moment he left, art masturbated like a mad man.

art pulls on a pair of his boxers, grabbing his phone and checking his messages, finding one from patrick. "i forgot my sweatshirt in the dorm but when i came back it sounded like u were pretty busy.. have fun without me perv ;)" <3

art sucking on your tits casually like in the morning sorry is that weird or like art breeding kink like when you’re pregnant and lactating and it hurts what sorry ignore this if it’s weird bye bye have a good day 💖💝💝💓💓💖

no not weird at all 🎀🎀🎀

literally i agree with you sm.. like when art lived alone/with patrick, i FIRMLY believe that the corner of his pillow always had a wet spot from where he would suck on while he fell asleep, or even while he was just doing something on his phone or working on honework.

so when he gets into a relationship with someone where he can suck on their tits all the time... oh he's a goner!! art will literally suck on your tits any chance he gets, he literally cannot go to sleep without lifting up your top and suckling on you.

it gets even worse when you get pregnant.. you can't help but complain about how heavy and sore your chest is, but art is a good husband.. and he'll do anything to make you feel better, including expertly sucking the milk out of your swollen breasts (he just hopes you don't notice the raging boner in his pants.. he isn't sure how to explain that yet) <3

quinnie’s tmi of the day

some of you might match my freak on this, i mean what are you doing on my blog if you don’t- but i am so high right now and bro all i can think of is art donaldson. like in my head when i’m thinking about him, he’s glowing gold. and i want him so badly. like his puppy dog eyes and his crooked grin and the nose scrunch. i can’t. get him out of here. i want to fuck him. please. god. please. he’s so pretty. his voice is so smooth. give me him.

i just got back from a fucking awful overnight trip so i gotta pass out now but when i awake i have lots of drafts to write/post!! y'all will be fed don't worry 🙏🙏