#arty-soos

[cherrysoos-scribbles]

happy (belated) birthday to these fucking geezers

[cherrysoos]

art dump of stuff I might finish later

[artriannasartonly]

mabel got her new iphone!!

[caoalie]

combining my autism together

[snookie0914]

a lil something I fiddled with in between a fursona ref sheet for a friend

[your-worst-knightmare]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Artemis of Bana-Mighdall/Jason Todd, Artemis of Bana-Mighdall & Jason Todd Characters: Artemis of Bana-Mighdall, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Whump, poisoned, Road Trip, uhh this was originally supposed to be a prompt fill for Jaytemis week 2023 buuut life happened, also this fic DEFINITELY spirallyed out of control Summary:

"There was dust in Jason’s mouth.

He often considered himself a paranoid man. That wasn’t to say it was expected for a group of assassins to ambush him in broad daylight. Especially not in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the midwest. He simply resigned himself to low expectations."

A mission wherein Jason and Artemis masquerade as going on a road trip sounds fun, sounds *easy*... That is, until assasins with poisoned blades sneak into the mix.

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after sitting in my WIP folder for a YEAR, have some Jaytemis for Valentines? Hope you enjoy!

[dyke-in-crisis]

I’m making a John cosplay, see yall in 10 years

[0n3xv5]

y'know what sure I'll use this post as an excuse to show off some of the art i haven't posted here yet

Appreciation post for all the beginner artists who work hard despite the AI ​​looming over us. You are fabulous. You are precious. Keep up the hard work, you are needed.

[maroonless]

eye doodles earlier . i ate some pasta and that shit took my whole body to digest

[cherrysoos-scribbles]

timestuck au warm ups

[cherrysoos]

that one panel from the 2016 lemire and smallwood run of moon knight but make it ✨oscar isaac✨

[diversamenteintelligente]

(via LAWLESS LAWYER)

Bong Sang Pil è cresciuto in un mondo che è stato crudele, duro e difficile con lui; questo l’ha reso un uomo con le stesse caratteristiche e con una predisposizione ai limiti della legalità.

[swordmaid]

ive been min maxing my mains in genshin bc i cant be bothered to build new chars so here’s my build for scara, ayaka and alhaitham so far!! there’s still pieces that i want to replace but i think it’s p good for now 🥲 🥲

[artiezweig]

phone sex with sub!art

tw: mention of consensual choking

art is currently away for work, staying in a nice hotel. you get a call from him. it’s really late his time, and you knew he was going to this fancy party earlier.

you’re met with a drunk art on the other line. he’s being especially sweet and he’s rambling about how amazing you are.

then you notice something- art is touching himself. you pick up on the faint wet noises and the subtle rasp in his voice.

suddenly, you hang up the call and facetime him.

when he answers, you see he’s flushed and embarrassed. he’s a sight to see- sweat dripping on his pale, firm, hairless chest.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry, baby, should’ve asked you first,”

“you missed me that much, artie?” you ask seductively.

art groans. he sounds so needy you just wanna touch him everywhere. you just look at him for a while, watching his chest rise and fall.

“what are you thinking about?” you ask.

“nggh… your mouth, your hands on me, what we did on friday night,”

“what are you talking about?” you act confused. “what did we do?”

you try to tease it out of him as art’s face turns even redder.

“you choked me and… hngg i came so hard,”

“you were such a good boy for me. you’re being so good right now too,”

art groans.

“one second,” you say.

when you return, you see art’s eyes widen at the sound of your vibrator. you relax into the sensation.

“let me see what you’re doing,”

he angles the camera, and you’re met with his hands over his pretty hard cock and it’s leaking.

“awww you’re so wet, are you close love?”

“yes, yes i’m so close”

a minute passes by and you and art are heavy breathing together.

when art starts moaning and his face scrunches up, you know he’s about to come.

“take your hands off yourself. we’re gonna come together,”

“hnggg,” art groans, his cock throbbing as he overrides his instinct to go over the edge “so fucking close,” he sounds wrecked.

after you get him close to the edge and then make him stop twice more, you’re finally getting close. art’s moans are getting louder, his muscles have tightened up and his eyes are getting teary. you take pity on him.

“come for me baby, i wanna see you make a mess,”

art is panting and moaning and shaking as he is thrown over the edge. you see his toes curl as he coats his stomach with an absurd amount of cum.

“it’s soo so good,” he whimpers as pleasure racks through his body.

this sends you over the edge too, riding out an intense orgasm. you’re both heavy breathing as you finally get back to earth.

“you’re so good for me baby,” you talk him down from his high. he needs extra love and aftercare when he’s tipsy.

“love you so much,” he says looking so fucked out.

“love you too art”

less than 5 minutes later, art is fast asleep. you keep him on the phone, his little breaths make you feel like he’s right by your side.

[woodle-isbae]

There was a request for Art Donaldson absolute nastiness and I suddenly found my purpose; please please please I need to read about how this man would be so sweaty after training and I’m so desperate to slob on it while he’s barely caught his breathe, riding him into the sunset until he’s whimpering pathetically 😔

The creek of your backdoor alerted you that Art had just finnished with his practice session , he went over to the kitchen to get some water while you scrolled alon the channels on the TV , looking for something to watch

"What're you watching?"

"Not watching anything yet"

He came closer behind you , leaning against the couch , his body close enough to your that you could smell him , his post practice musk was so strong , it had an effect on you that you didn't know what it was.

Always desperate for him after a game , his sweat covered body and tired look making you more than needy but never being able to enjoy it since he always raced to shower.

"You smell so fucking good.."

"I smell like sweat"

"My point still stands."

He walked around the couch and over to you , a sly smirk on his face before he bent down to kiss you , hands finding a way to the back of your neck before he pulled back

"I'm gonna go quickly sho-"

"-No...I want you like this"

He was slightly stunned at your sudden interjection, not expecting you to need him this much

"What's got you like this?"

"You."

Taken aback by your boldness , he was shockingly enjoying the way you pounced right onto him. He's gonna enjoy this.

He was being tortured, having already came twice prior , the man beneath you was a puddle of lust and pleasure , barely being able to form a proper sentance besides some please for more and begs of slowing down

"I can't take anymore- hic -please just slow down baby!"

His mumbles and pleads falling on the deafest of ears , your hips snapping against his at a sloppy but fast pace , riding the athlete near death. Sweaty bodies connecting at each weak thrust

"I'm so- soo close Artie, you got this yeah? Let me cum all over you"

Your sweet tone contrasting the way you rode him , hips digging into his , chasing your pleasure. Until you felt his large hands grip at your hips , his face stuffed between your tits

"F-fuuck , I'm gonna cum , I wanna cum with you ,please?"

Using all the energy he has left to crash you onto him while he thrust up , kiss against your neck while your fingers dug into his curly locs

"Art-im gonna cu-U-m!"

And just as you came , his hips came to a halt , small amounts of cum making their way into you before he fell back onto the bed , you laying flat on his chest

"If I knew this is what I get for being sweaty , I would've done this sooner."

[jesuistrestriste]

trainer!patrick + puppy!art + trainer!reader

you and patrick are a force to be reckoned with, that’s for sure. art knows it, and he knows that you two know just how much power you each have over him.

patrick is usually the ‘bad guy’ when it comes to punishments, always being the one to deal them out when he deems it necessary. he’s the one who’ll tie art’s hands behind his back and dutifully edge him until he’s wailing, and he’s the one who’ll bend art’s toned body over his lap to spank him while he apologizes for his mistakes.

you’re much more forgiving.

you and patrick actually happen to argue a lot over the so-called ‘best way’ to keep your guys’ plaything in line. your fellow trainer always advocates for harsher methods, and refuses to listen when you argue in favor of the gentler side of things.

but art’s soft. he’s clingy, he’s touch-starved, and he’s desperate for approval. he responds soo much better when you reward him for a lack of bad behavior, as opposed to patrick’s reversed methodology.

you kiss him all over when you come home and find that he hasn’t touched himself all day, and you let him hump your thigh—your leg clamped between his own—when he uses his manners to ask for it (“please”, “can i”, “thank you so much”, and the like).

so what happens when you and patrick corner him in bed after a day of ups and downs?

well..

it only makes sense that patrick’s fingers are down art’s throat; the blonde’s drool bubbling and dripping down his chin as he chokes on the intrusion. after all, he’d gotten mouthy with patrick on the courts earlier.

“what? you had such a big mouth this afternoon and now you can’t even take my fingers, mutt?” pat groans down to his friend, watching his watery blue eyes roll back as he whimpers around them, “what’s gonna happen when you take my cock in the next five minutes? open that fuckin’ throat.”

art’s trying with all his might to properly service patrick’s body, to prove to him that he can be good again, even if what art’s sucking on isn’t his meaty dick. the guilt is enough to melt his brain— he’s swallowing like he’s about to get a load pumped right into the back of his mouth.

you, on the other hand, are being unsurprisingly much sweeter. art had been much better with you in the early evening; helping to cook dinner for the three of you and buying a bottle of wine before he got home.

so youre holding a vibrator to his tip while your palm cradles and massages his balls. your balmy tongue sliding over the shell of his ear and then down to the thumping pulse buried in the side of his neck. he’s dribbling all over the toy, but he’s yet to fall over the precipice. you can tell that he’s holding back by the way his thighs shake while he’s sat up over the edge of the mattress, low moans and anguished whimpers coming out muffled due to his occupied mouth.

“good boy, puppy… taking us so well, aren’t you? you know how much we love you, even if patrick gets mean sometimes,” you whisper against his skin, “don’t cry, baby, okay? i know it hurts, i know you wanna come… just hold out a bit longer…”

the tip of the buzzing wand glides down his shaft and then back up to meet his sticky frenulum. god, he can’t take much more..

patrick’s already stuffed his musky cock into art’s mouth in replacement, as promised, and is holding his head still as he bucks into his face. “shit, artie, fuck— angh-! suck me down, just like that, take it—“

art is getting drunk off of the sensations alone, but the conflicting ways of handling him and his body only muddle his thoughts further. he’s trying not to gag while patrick facefucks him, and he’s also trying not to climax while you lovingly torture his cockhead.

he can’t think, he can’t move, he can hardly breathe.

a growled voice breaks through his incoherence.

“here it comes, here it— c-comes-!”

and then patrick is burying his length so far down art’s throat that his flushed nose presses into pat’s bush, cumming down his tight throat with a strangled groan. every salty gush of spend is gulped down compulsively by the blonde as he whines. pat smacks his cheek twice: good. boy.

you tenderly mouth at art’s shoulder as he jerks and swallows all of the brunette’s release, and then you decide to show your puppy some mercy.

the flush in art’s cheeks is ruddy when his airway opens up after pat pulls out, and you’re rewarded with increasingly urgent gasps as you lower the vibe to push against his sack. your hand that cupped him there moves; your index finger sucked warmly by your own mouth before it goes down to slip inside his hole. you curl it upwards, teasing that spongy spot, and art’s gone.

the whole world falls right out from under his feet.

“finish for us, puppy.”

art’s hands fly out; one grasping for your wrist and the other for patrick’s hip. he needs you both, he can’t take how good it all feels.

his jaw slacks open and the filthiest, most pornographic moan shudders out of his frame as his back arches and his legs kick out. every contraction of his abdomen results in a lengthy splurt of his orgasm over your wrist and his tummy.

he’s panting, completely overwhelmed with the aftershocks once a good several utterly blissful moments pass, only to come back down to earth at the feeling of a strong hand stroking his hair and a more tender one petting his bicep.

he doesn’t remember much else from that night, but he wakes up the next morning to clean smelling skin and a mess of blankets over his body. you two are gone from the apartment, but you clearly let him sleep-in alone. had you two wiped him down? tucked him in? more than likely.

the only evidence he has that the night prior even happened is a hickey on his collarbone, a lingering heat in his gut, and a note on the dresser.

‘to our pretty boy: see you later tonight…

… be good.’