Hey Y'all!! Btw Not Doing Day 23 Because It's Roleplaying And That Feels So Unserious To Me Im So Sorry..

im so sorry y'all i don't wanna disappoint but i literally cannot write for day 11 😭 ive been working late all week and i thought i could pull through tonight and write for y'all but i just can't do it... once i take a billion hour nap tomorrow ill be ready for day 12!! yet again, sorry for the disappointment!! and thank y'all for all the support on the 31 days of smut <3

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

my bday is so close!!!!!

ooo that's so exciting!! mine is too, only 5 days away! :)i hope you have an amazing birthday! october bdays stay winning 🥱🥱

tropical vacation with art donaldson mood board.. 🪷🍍🍹🏝

screaming crying throwing up rn bc i literally wrote like 2 paragraphs to a series im starting…. it may or may not be abt dilf!art and babysitter reader :)

anyways might drop some asks in ur inbox tomorrow!!!

omg i can't wait... that's such a delicious idea im just gonna chew on it!! i will be anxiously awaiting your arrival in my inbox 🪷

dare i say he looks the prettiest in this scene.. just his cute tight hoodie and his pretty curly hair :(( and he's yearning so bad and there's a sadness in his eyes that i find extremely attractive.. like art no let tashi fuck patrick.. come back up to your room and we can cuddle <333

no one is more obsessed with challengers than letterboxd 😭

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.”

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

actually started tearing up when i saw this.. challengers x hamilton pleases both my current self and my very annoying 11 year old self 🥲