Y'all Im So Sleepy Rn But I Promise When I Wake Up I Shall Post Another Fic

day 27: bondage <3

authors note: these next couple days will just be headcanons sadly.. maybe tmi but im currently prepping for a colonoscopy so.. not feeling great and haven't eaten in about 12+ hours 😭

i actually really think that art likes to be tied up, but he has to learn to like it. at first, it made him feel a little panicky because he couldn't move or touch you like he wants to, and it's harder to soothe himself. you have to do it a couple times when you're not having sex in order to get him used to the feeling and learn how to still communicate with you while being tied up <3

once art gets more comfortable, he finds that getting tied up makes his thoughts almost disappear, a stark difference between his usual thoughts that run wild 24/7 <3

art also really enjoys watching you tie him up, the way your fingers skillfully knot the rope and maneuver it into patterns that keep his hands behind his back or his legs spread. he could watch you work on the knots for hours, the way your eyebrows furrow and you bite your lip in concentration only makes his dick harder <3

art gets so much more sensitive when he's tied up as well, even a slight brush of your fingers on his skin will make him shiver, and precum to drool out of him <3

i headcanon that art has really sensitive skin, so you have to buy silk or velvet ropes to make sure he doesn't get rashes :( one of the things art loves most about being tied up is the aftercare he gets, he loves the way you massage and rub lotion over the red marks left by the rope <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

it's nighttime so it's horny time...

i wanna suck on the tip of arts cock like a lollipop <333

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Someone needs to study the science behind Art Donaldson's tits

idk what happened but i accidentally posted the day 5 smut prompt early??? it's currently friday evening for me and like.. day 6 is supposed to be saturday so.. idk what happened but ill answer some asks tonight!!

day 5: "bend over" <3

art loves the feeling of your hands on him. no matter if you're holding his hand, caressing his hair, rubbing his back, or.. stroking his dick.

art is currently sitting on the edge of your bed, hands fisting the sheets and legs trembling as you kiss him. your fingers work against his pulsing dick, one hand cradling the back of his head, the other hand between the two of your heated bodies. art can't stop the trembling of his legs, feeling as if he's standing on jello. he whines, alerting you to his subtle discomfort. you give him a peck before ordering him, "bend over"

arts eyes widen before he complies, supporting himself on his elbows as he pretty much presents himself to you, back arched, pretty blue eyes looking back at you. you kneel behind him and spread him open, making art hide his face in the bed in embarrassment. you lean forward to lick at his balls, firm and throbbing and tensing with arousal. while you nose at his perineum your hand comes to tug at his dick, wet with his precum that is drooling out of his swollen tip.

arts moans are muffled by the mattress, his back bowing with pleasure that's almost too much for him to take. he practically screams when you take him into your mouth, swallowing around him to finish him off. arts head is still in the mattress but you can hear him moan out for you, "'m cumminggg.. it's gonna b' so much 'm sorry" and he's right of course, cum quickly fills your mouth with the slightly salty taste.

he gets overstimulated immediately, squirming to get out of your hold. you let him get up and face you again and art eagerly leans down and kisses you, sighing when he tastes his own cum on your tongue. what a pervert <3

art humping the bed when you’re asleep cause he doesn’t want to wake you but the shaking of the bed does but you make him keep going until the puddle under him gets bigger and bigger

urghh and he’s such a nasty lil perv about it:/

he’s biting the collar of his tee shirt while he ruts into the mattress, rocking his hips feverishly in an attempt to soothe the hot ache in his lower stomach, but it’s been an hour since he’s started and there’s no end in sight ! ! he’s come at least three times and he’s still humping the sheets like he’s in heat or something !

when you wake up, you blink your eyes open sleepily and realize what he’s doing immediately (the sounds of the bedframe creaking are enough to fill you in…)

your hand startles him slightly as it slides down his back, and he whimpers as he turns his head to look to you next to him

“.. unghh— ‘m sorry, i’m sorry, baby, it fucking hurts… i gotta cum, i’m still cumminnnghh—“ his eyes rolling back as his pelvis jolts down harshly and he comes undone again.

you lean in and press a tired, open-mouthed kiss to his neck, and whisper against his warm skin, “i don’t care that you’re doing this in general, but you woke me up, babe…”

“i know, i’m s-sorry..”

“keep moving your hips… you’re gonna put on a show for me before i let you stop… gimme two more orgasms…” your lips brush his jaw.

he keens and nods, wanting nothing more than to please you despite the prickling overstimulation wrecking his cock in his wet boxers. “okay.. okay..”

he fucks himself twice more down against the bedding before he creams his underwear full of his spend. by the end of it, he’s gasping for air and writhing, drool pooling over his bottom lip.

you peck a kiss to his cheek, smiling, and then turn back over to go to sleep. “g’night..!”

he can only let out an anguished, shaky moan in return, trying to get the room to stop spinning.

he brought it on himself, really..

(18+)

riding cowboy art while wearing his cowboy hat... need that!

art has tried so many times to teach you how to ride a horse, but you were so much better at riding his dick. so here you were bouncing up and down on his cock after another failed horse riding lesson.

“can’t believe you can ride my cock like you’re gonna die tomorrow, but you can barely stay on a horse.” he taunts, rough hands gripping hard at your hips. your head thrown back in pleasure, one hand coming up to fix the too big cowboy that was threatening to fall off.

“that’s totally different.” you slur out scratching at his chest your moans getting louder when art plants his feet on the bed and starts fucking up into your warm, wet cunt.

you fall forward when you feel art’s cock head starts ramming into that soft spot inside of you. “oh fuck! feels so good art.” “you look so fucking hot in my hat, kinda wanna cum on you face.” art groans fucking up into you hard.

“you can. want you to cum on my face. wanna cum first though please.” and how could he deny you such a thing when you were asking so nicely. what kind of boyfriend would he be?

“of course pretty, anything for you.” art said flipping you onto your back pounding into your sweet spot harder. fingers coming down to rub at your clit. the duel simulation has you crying out while arching your back, hands gripping hard at the sheets below you when the knot in your stomach loosens and you’re cumming all over your boyfriends dick.

art pulls his still harden cock from your gushing pussy lightly stroking your puffy lips with the back of his fingers. “art.” you whine closing your legs from the overstimulation.

your boyfriend climbs up your body, knees straddling your chest. art traces his fingers over your face starting at your eyebrows traveling down to your lips slipping two of his fingers into your mouth watching as you suck greedily on them.

“open up, tongue out.” you do so immediately. art reaches down between your legs gather up some of your wetness to use as lube before jerking his dick hard. “you’re so pretty. gonna be even prettier with my cum all over you.” his moans get louder and slightly higher pitched.

art never really knew how to keep quiet especially when on the verge of cumming, and you loved it. the way only you could get him to whine like a bitch as he starts fucking his hand at sloppy rhythm.

“fuck, so close baby. gonna cum.” his mouth falls open as little gasps slip from his lips while he cums all over your face. you catch most out it in your mouth. gathering with your fingers whatever fell on cheeks before sucking them clean.

after a few deep breaths art falls next to you on the bed pulling you into his side. “why do you still have this stupid hat on.” he laughs taking it off you throwing it into a corner of the room. “it’s not stupid, you said i look hot.” you say, cheek pressed against his chest listening to his heart beat.

“you do, just next time you wear it you better be while riding an actual horse.”

(this has been on my minds for awhile i’m glad i got it out 🙂‍↕️)

fml... im crying in a lecture hall rn i can't do this