OKAY UMMMM Why Haven't I Seen This Picture Before.... Ill Be Honest All Im Looking At Is His Nipple 😭

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.

love to keep me warm (art donaldson x fem! reader) 🧣❄

i love the winter weather/so the two of us can get together

the knock on your door isn't surprising. you stop the whisking of your cookie batter to open the door, met with art donaldson and his adorably ruddy cheeks. "hi" art says quietly, his breath creating a misty cloud in the chilly air. you usher him in, watching as he removes his fuzzy hat (given to him by you last year when you were briefly infatuated with knitting), his hair a little messy. you step forward and reach out for him, sweeping his blonde hair out of his face for him. art, ever shy, gives a small "thank you" <3

there's nothing sweeter, finer/when it's nice and cold

art is happy to help you sprinkle chocolate chips into the dough, popping a few into his mouth with a smile. he watches you put the cookies into the oven adoringly, trailing after you like a puppy when you make your way to the couch, laying next to you and finally relaxing as you lean your head against his shoulder, his nose filled with the scent of your sweet shampoo and the cookies currently baking in the oven <3

i can hold my baby closer to me/and collect the kisses that are due me

art smiles as you snuggle closer to him, wrapping a long arm around you as you both watch the window, looking outside at the fluffy snow that is starting to fall on the ground. it makes you cold just looking at it, and you shiver just a little. art can tell though, and he reaches and grabs one of the thick blankets on your couch, wrapping it around you both. this act of kindness warms your heart, inspiring you to pull his face closer to you and kiss him softly <3

i love the winter weather/'cause i got my love to keep me warm

art kisses you back, as always, following your lead and letting you take control. you're not interested in taking it further right now though, so you break the kiss, smiling at arts quiet whine when you do. you lay your head on arts chest, sighing when he wraps the blanket around your shoulders. art runs his fingers through your hair, making little curls with his finger. even as the weather becomes increasingly cold outside, you don't feel the chill at all, and you doubt you will ever again. all because you will always have arts love to keep you warm <3

umm yeah this is sort of personal but i just got broken up with after they invited me over today and had me dye their hair 🤣🤣 they even got me a promise ring like... for what lmao im exhausted, and right after i had to put my cat down??? thats crazy shit fr

thinking about drunk art coming to your apartment in the middle of the night to cry in your arms and then suddenly he’s looking deep into your eyes and trying to kiss you:/ it’s all tongue and clashing teeth and desperate grasps at your hips but he can’t really do anything to stop it. the room is spinning, and you’re warm, and you’re comforting him, and now he needs to be inside you

Imagine being secret fwb with Patrick UGH you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off each otherrrrrrrrrrrr

omg i loveeeee this sm...

no one knows about the two of you.. surprisingly patrick is able to keep it a secret, even from art. it's definitely a situation of convenience for him.. you fuck like rabbits when he comes back from tour to visit art.. and he never texts you while he's away (except for an occasional picture of him in the shower after a game).

i feel like one time he didn't tell you he'd be visiting art, and you see him at a crowded frat party from across the room.. you head into the kitchen to grab another drink to fill your red solo cup, and when you turn around you're face to face with him.. you make small talk because your friends are watching, wondering what you're doing with a guy who obviously doesn't go to stanford. he walks away.. but a moment later you get a text from him saying "meet me upstairs ;)"

you two are on each other immediately, patrick skillfully unhooking your bra and you slipping his jeans down his legs.. you're lucky the party downstairs is so loud, or else everyone would be able to hear the sound on the headboard banging against the wall.. "best pussy i ever fuckin' had.." he groans lowly against you. you almost wish he wasn't being responsible when he cums inside of the condom, only a thin latex shield stopping you from feeling just how much he missed you..

you both stumble downstairs afterwards, staggering your exits so no one could realize the two of you were upstairs together.. you don't see him at the party after that, but when you get home and get in bed, your phone dings with a notification from patrick..

"thanks for being such a great friend" <3

valentines day with art donaldson 💝

day 1: undressing <3

the scent of vanilla filled your nose as you spread your lotion into your skin, rubbing the excess into your hands as you slip your sleep shorts on over your legs. tiredness clouds your eyes as you shut off the bathroom light, softly padding over to the bed. art is leaning up against the headboard, reading some nerdy book about tennis as you crawl into bed next to him.

art immediately puts his book down on the bedside table, crawling over to rest his head on your stomach, nuzzling against the exposed skin. he can't get enough of you, how you feel, how you smell, everything about you. art presses a soft kiss on your stomach, looking up at you with those baby blue eyes and you can't help but melt. his warm hands pull at your silk shorts, kissing the newly exposed skin on your hips.

art gently pulls your shorts off your legs, making his way back up to your chest, helping you sit up. he smoothes his hands over your shoulders, his fingers gently reaching under the hem of your sleep shirt. you raise your arms up, helping him pull off your shirt and attach his lips to your neck. arts hands caress your body as he makes his way back between your legs, placing a kiss right above your panties. art makes eye contact with you as he gently drags your panties down your legs, placing them on the pile with your other clothes. you reach down and run your fingers through arts hair as you place your head back on your pillow, watching as he disappears between your legs <3

cooking smth up for you guys..

i need to nurse him back to health STAT

The way I'm completely desperate to know absolutely EVERYTHING about how, when, and why, Art got injured in 2018.

Was it during a big match? Or practice? Was he simply distracted? Or angry? Had he just had an argument with Tashi, so he was unfocused and emotional? Or was it just a freak accident? He's got several scars all over his shoulder and elbow, so it must have been quite significant. He must have thought his career was over right then and there.

Seeing Tashi's reaction to this would have been so gratifying as well, like. She was totally having war flashbacks. PTSD fully triggered. Did she cry? Did she scream? Was she trying her best to remain calm, but failing spectacularly? Art is her life's work, her second body. She lost tennis once and it destroyed her. She couldn't possibly lose Art too, she couldn't lose tennis again.

And where was Patrick? We know he's a certified yearner, so. Was he perhaps in the audience, watching the match? Or was he watching it live on TV? Did he only learn about it while scrolling the Art Donaldson hashtag on Twitter? Did he freak out? Did he try to visit them at the hospital? He wasn't there for Tashi when she got injured, which he regrets deeply. So he couldn't allow himself to NOT be there for Art, right? So what if he did try to visit, but access was restricted to friends and family. Patrick is neither of those things, not anymore. He couldn't be there, again.

But I just know that, as Art was lying on that hospital bed, disoriented, terrified and delirious from painkillers, the first thing he said to Tashi as she walked into the room was a mantra of "I'm sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry ".

umm wtf how have i never seen this mike video before 😭😭