Art X Volleyball Reader!!!!! You Need To Do A Second Part To This It’s So So Cute!! Yearning Art Will

im in awe of this photograph... his hair his nose his lips his jaw line his adams apple... i need him in a way that is honestly concerning ❤

pls someone write a quick little fic about art/artrick comforting reader who's had a bad birthday and is crying in bed... asking for a friend.. totally

i think that art is very much like the main character from ratatouille because they both will do anything for you if you pull their hair

just confirmed the guy i have been pining over likes someone else.. feeling as if my world is crashing down around me 💖

hi y'all! i had my colonoscopy and my endoscopy done this morning and they were both a success! nothing they found was outright concerning but they sent some stuff for biopsies! im totally wrecked though, my stomach feels awful and im super tired. im super sorry i haven't been active lately!! i always wanna give y'all content and fun stuff to read so hopefully once i feel better i can do that again! also, ive decided to end the 31 days of smut writing challenge early, ive just found that it's become sort of a hinderance to my writing, and usually with the prompts, im not writing what i want to. so from now on ill just be going off what i want to write, and what's in my inbox!! (which is looking a little empty right now.. hint hint..)

anyways, thank y'all for all the love and support recently <33

huge ginormous announcement...

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY

and i am quite disappointed to say that neither art or patrick has showed up to my door with a bouquet of flowers?? ugh

imagine you and art studying together, and he was too distracted with his games to actually do the homework so he teases you and acts all innocent when he’s really trying to get those homework awnsers out of you…

(sorry i’m not best at explaining i hope this made sense)

YUPPPPP

since he earned a scholarship from playing tennis, it's hard for art to focus on academics, when it's not really what he's in school for!

he tries hard in the first semester of his freshman year.. but then he kind of gives up and coasts on his successful career as a college tennis player. finally his coach makes him get a tutor; you.

art needs the most help in math, because he has such a hard time paying attention. the first time you meet, he seems like the classic jock, not pressured like anyone else to actually try hard at school. for the first few tutoring sessions art just sits there on his phone, humming in response whenever you answer a problem on his homework, or teasing you about being such a "nerd". you roll your eyes, pretty much fed up with doing his homework every day while he just sits and plays stupid games on his phone. you decide to finally say something.

"you know i don't have to do this for you, right? it's frustrating when im literally doing your work for you and you never even do as much as say thank you." art looks up from his phone, initially having a look of surprise on his face, but quickly covering it up with a pout. "im really, really sorry.. its just.. ive been so tired after tennis, and i have so much practice that i barely sleep.." he almost has a whine in his voice, "im really sorry.. it's just.. i don't even think i can do all the stuff that you do, you're so smart.." he looks up at you with those baby blue eyes and you can't help but feel sorry for him. "art.. you're smart, for real. if you just applied yourself to the work you'd be as good as i am in no time.." he nods slowly, putting down his phone. "i guess you're right.. let me make it up to you though, can i buy you dinner or something?" art looks at you earnestly, eyes searching yours for any hints of you giving in. you sigh, "okay.. sure, only if you promise to actually do your work once and a while." art nods happily and crosses his fingers behind his back, "oh of course i will"

you both get up and leave, art satisfied that you're now under his little spell <3

okay wrote a request for chiropractor!art or some type of body worker!art a few nights ago very late and stoned so sorry if it was messy or phrased impolitely. if you would be so kind as to bestow some of your artistic talent upon the proposed concept, i would be very grateful, obviously no pressure or rush. please and thank you!

if you’re open to it, picture art being immediately smitten upon seeing you. you’re a little taken aback by his appearance and charm, but resolve yourself to focus on tending to your long aching body and focusing on pain management and healing to whatever capacity you may achieve.

little do you know, art is growing exponentially enamored. he was initially smitten by the way your eyes met his, your voice when you greeted him, and countless other little wonders about you.

he is the picture of professional, externally. no one needs to know he anticipates your sessions all week. schools himself into not losing his composure over the forced proximity prompted by the setting. he grows obsessed with trying to untangle and pinpoint the layers of your smell when he’s all up in your space. he’s being so normal about pushing up your legs as far back as they can go, slowly gaining more and more ground. he definitely doesn’t think about the ways he can bend and fold you right here right now, or the positions he could use his profession to help you work up to. he doesn’t feel his ethics hanging by a thread every time another lovely sound is pushed out of you. tells you to breath makes intense eye contact while coaching you through breathing in spite of overwhelming pain when addressing a tight spot. tenderly talking to you through any pain. touching every inch of you, to get to the root of any discomfort only, of course. he has immense respect for you, especially considering you’ve been carrying immense pain so gracefully for so long.

he knows he can’t date a patient but that doesn’t mean his mind can’t wander…

wonder what he thinks about… gets up to…

anyhow, thank you for entertaining this ask and full respect however you choose to engage with it or not.

thank you good sir.

holy fuck 😭😭 i mean what can i add to this perfect ask?!?!

im imagining that you didn't exactly know that your chiropractor would be a man.. i mean all your previous ones weren't, so when you walked into the clean, organized office and were met with the most gorgeous man you've ever seen.. yeah, you were a little surprised.

but you tuck those feelings deep down and try to be professional, telling him how it hurts when you raise your arm too high, and how your calves keep cramping no matter what you do. and art listens, nodding his head every once and a while and taking little notes on his clip board. but despite trying to he professional, you can't help but look away when his pretty blue eyes meet yours.

then he gets to work, telling you to lay on your stomach while he digs his thumbs into your leg muscles, and you're fighting the urge to make absolutely embarrassing sounds, but art couldn't even notice that if he wanted to.. he's in his own world, letting his hands massage and bend your legs gently, the soft skin sending him almost into a trance, sometimes interrupted by thoughts of rubbing lotion into other places on your body.. wondering if you're this soft everywhere.. wondering how far he could take this without you noticing his erection in his pants.. but art is a professional.. he wouldn't put his job on the line just to get his dick wet.. but that doesn't stop him from thinking about it..

in the next session you two have together (which art has been not so subtly preening himself for), art works on your shoulders, asking you to sit up while he presses his palms into your shoulder blades, biting his lip when you make a noise of discomfort, torn between wanting to comfort you, and wanting to hear more..

after he books your next appointment, art sends you on your way with his signature sweet smile, before shutting himself in his office and cancelling all of his appointments for the rest of the day.. definitely not because hes rubbing the sweet lotion that he always uses on you at your appointments into his hands.. groaning and spreading his legs in his chair to grant himself better access to shallowly thrust his hips into his hand.. the pink head of his cock peeking out of his fist every once and a while.. when the thought of your noises from earlier that day pop into his head.. arts a goner, shooting white rivulets onto his navy blue work pants.

cleaning himself up, art sends you an email insisting that it would be in his best interests if you would have a session with him 2 times a week.. of course just to help you feel better quicker, not because he needs more inspiration for those lonely nights alone at the office <33

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

I'M GONNA FUCKING EXPLODE IVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS ART FIC FOR LIKE 2 HOURS AND I TRIED TO SAVE IT AND IT DIDN'T WORK 😭😭😭 I'M ACTUALLY GONNA CRY RN