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I'm Hanna, mid 20's, queer I write sometimes but this is just for fun. Ask my anything!
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can u pls pls PLS write smth for ben from i can i will i did 💔💔💔
I’m a little uncomfortable with this request just because we have such a huge age gap, he just turned 18 I’m in my 20’s :( there are other challengers blogs that will 100% write something about him that are his age or a year older. I’m sorry
I want to go to chilis with Art right now, both of us order triple dippers, sweet teas and share a lava cake. He buys the number 27 candle sticks it in the molten chocolate and lights it up with his lighter. Softly singing me happy birthday a goofy smile on his face. He might take most his order to go, gives left overs to Patrick feeling guilty for over indulging but had a fun night, gave me a new pandora ring I wanted and left me on my doorstep with a kiss 😞
Eater!Art has to eat you out every time you’re on your period.
TW: Blood, Smut
At first he was petrified when you brought the topic up, “what if I can’t stop? I take it to far-“ his voice cracks goosebumps rising along his skin at the idea of hurting you, eating you.
“That’s what makes it fun” you poke his dimple the look on his face shuts you up. “I’m being serious I couldn’t live with myself” he gulps restlessly pacing back and forth as he rambles nervously. Accidentally biting his nail hissing when skin breaks
“Stop” you block his path “Art I know you won’t.. we can feed right before it starts so you’re not hungry.”
He’s still adamantly against it shaking his head in anguish, the visual running through his brain of your flesh tattered to pieces covering the ground, slimy loose skin between his fingers felt like a punch to his gut
“listen to me” you tightly clasped his hands meet his dilated pupils unsuccessfully mimicking your deep breaths
“it’ll be ok, don’t go there” he closes his eyes stray tears slip down his cheeks as you kiss his finger tip sucking the trickle left over
After the torturous first time of talking Art through the motions holding his hands and squeezing them when he shift back from between your legs, voice trembling repeatedly asking if you’re ok it became a mandatory part of your sex life
cramps? No problem he’ll stop at the rundown 711 and happily lap at your pussy in the restroom, hands coated in red slick thumb prints on the sink and your thighs too, slipping the waitress a few dollars for being inconveniently loud and the mess left over on the counter (what he he couldn't clean properly). Pulling over on the highway sneaking into the backseat of his truck rocking the vehicle back and forth until you finish in the middle of the day is fine with him too.
It’s 10 times better if you’re in bed, he’s ramming his hips against the sheets, fingernails digging into your plush thighs savoring the metallic sweet taste. His breathing erratic and eyes shut tight as he’s consumed by your taste like a man starved. Your body arching off the duvet from his nose nudging your swollen clit, blood smeared all over his cheeks and chin as he pulls back gasping for air dazed eyes fluttering open matching a loopy smile on his face pressing a tender kiss on the side of your knee before diving back in pulling your legs close he can barely breathe. Grunting against your pussy and humping the bed hard until you both finish together moaning mixing into one. He forces another climax again as he pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy curling them up while his mouth is latched to your clit sucking hard until you gush all over his face.
He’s dizzy pelvis stuttering a small wet patch staining his boxers, mouth open panting, head lolling back and forth until it rests on your inner thigh the only thing that’s grounding him is your fingers threading through his sweaty hair
Orgasms and desert at the same time Art can’t complain
@rottenk1sses for you 💋
Kinda having a rough day, so could I possibly request something spicy or soft from Alien!Art or Camboy!Art? 🥺 (it’s cool if not)
Camboy!Art Donaldson Comforting Reader
NSFW: conversations about depression, anxiety general sadness, smut, barely proofread
I'm sorry this came out so late and TERRIBLE I'm beyond slumped I hope you've been feeling better <3
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Art’s been editing his most recent video together, a sloppy blowjob you gave him weeks ago. He kept replaying his favorite part, your plush pink lips struggling to fit his thick member into your open mouth. Your fist doing most of the work, giggling as you hide behind your hand getting shy, he smiled promising that you've been doing so well
The constant thought of being a boyfriend ached in his chest, it’s not like you’d say yes. You’re just his piggy bank right?
All he knew is that he wanted to be there for you. He could tell the past 3 days had been hell, dodging his calls, skipping out on hanging out with him and ignoring text messages about video ideas. School was kicking your ass, job hunting was torture he wishes he knew how to help you
The knock on his door startled him, he sighed pausing his editing stumbling towards the door noticing something was wrong the minute he opened it. Art was met with your sunken solemn eyes and fake smile more so when you pounced on him slamming your lips onto his without saying a word.
Usually you'd kiss him on the cheek and ask for a movie night, convince him to watch Jersey Shore or Mean Girls, he'd reluctantly agree secretly liking your choices. He loved anything you did but today was off.
"hey-" he pulled back confused you shut him up shoving him against the wall knocking the air out of him hands raking up and down his stomach
"need you"
"Wait-" the words were lost as you sucked his skin hard trailing hickeys down the column of his neck eliciting loud groans
"you're never this needy" he sighs squeezing your ass in his hands distracted but still caught off guard.
"lets make a video, my first time it'll be hot"
he stilled alarm bells ringing in the back of his head, "your first time on camera?" he repeats hands pushing you back by your waist
He hates the idea, your first time having sex in front of a propped up camera, no you deserved something intimate, a quiet night not a forced performance for hundreds to strangers to consume
"yes" you whine irritated.
"I don't know" he mutters reluctantly, taking a few steps back almost to jostle your shoulders hoping you’d snap out of whatever twisted daze you’re in.
you cup his cheeks "I'm ready ok let's do it think about all the views and the money"
he feels scummy "this isn't about recognition or cash this your first time is kind of important"
you roll your eyes "like morals would stop you." you palm his dick through his sweatpants
"don't be a dick" he muffles a moan through gritted teeth dick hardening in his pants
you'd been craving him for days the image of running your fingers through his blonde curls while straddling him on your bed and mumbled praises through heated make out sessions would all pop through your sleepless nights and panic attacks. The thoughts would stop you hungered for it, the silence that came with romance, a peace only Art brought even if it was for entertainment.
“come on we can do it I'll do anything for you" you whisper against his ear nipping his earlobe
'that's the issue' he cringes, he honestly couldn't say no to you, not when you're batting your lashes sinking down to your knees toying with the strings of his sweats, he can't can't look past your flushed cheeks or the I adore you gaze that never failed to turn him on
“fuck ok” he rubs his temples gripping your arms standing you back up on your feet. He held in a pained sigh as you ran towards his bed swiveling and falling back, shimming your shorts down your legs. He sets up his camcorder. He steps behind the viewfinder and angling the lens where your bodies meet, respecting your privacy.
Insecurity bubbles in your stomach as he lazily strips a tiny frown settling on his face acting like this is a chore instead of the usual way he worships you
“Come on” you huff take his hands place them on the hem of your shirt insisting he’d tug them off himself
“Ok” he scoots up on the bed hovering over you, he can see the gears whirring in your head as he stares into your eyes contemplating what to do, hoping you’d back track, shove him off or even run out of his dorm if that’s what it took to stop. Art was too much of a coward to say otherwise himself, he couldn't live with the idea of embarrassing you by saying no.
Art grips your wrists "are you sure?" He hesitates trying to find any doubts, you swallow and silently nod your body slightly shaking. He sighs sifting through his drawer pulling out a condom tearing the wrapper open with his teeth
Art pecks your cheek then your mouth nipping your bottom lip, his hands trailing under your shirt cupping your breasts lightly kneading them in his hands as he slips your top off sitting back admiring the view chuckling when your arms naturally cup them, "don't" he pries them away.
"This might be a little uncomfortable, tell me to stop if it hurts." He reaches for the camera pressing record rolling the condom down his shaft tries sinking his dick into your pussy you're wet enough but so tense
"relax" he pleads tracing circles against your hips tilting them up barely slipping his cock in you stopping when you clench your eyes shut
it stings
"Want me to keep going?"
"Yes-" you bite back a curse
Art retreats ready to tap out until you suddenly wrap your arms around his neck, lugging him down grunting as your mouth slams painfully against his distracting him from your obvious discomfort while rubbing your clit, this isn't working
"We can't do this.." He huffs, the situation was beyond uncomfortable and felt so forced. He shuts camera off sitting up on his haunches rubbing his eyes so hard it hurts. Art couldn't meet your gaze, guilt eating him up feeling like a pervert, like he was using you even though you wanted this he couldn't take advantage of you when you're a mess, terrible at hiding it too.
his body stills when he hears you sniffle he peers down and his stomach drops at the sight of your hands covering your face body quaking beneath him. “Hey” he caresses your cheek, tugging your hand lightly "talk to me" he asks softly blue irises scanning your features grimacing when he's met with red rimmed eyes.
You shake your head a terrible dread overcoming you, hating the way Art was scrutinizing you like you were broken, at least that's what it felt like. Tonight was supposed to be the perfect distraction everything you needed help coping with
"I'm sorry, I can be good what do you want me to do-" you blubber scooting down to his softening member slithering your trembling hand between you both searching for it between your open legs "I can give you a blow job anything"
"no" he's firm laying you back down. "I don't want a blowjob I want to make sure you're ok" he fusses sternly feeling absolutely miserable when your face crumples he sits up on the headboard resting you against his chest cupping the back of your head as you sob his steady heartbeat calming you down
"wanna talk about it?"
"everything fucking sucks. I had a terrible day and I can't do anything right. I feel like everyone hates me god I'm so insecure" you cry he kisses your forehead arms wrapping tighter around your naked frame.
"sex won't make it better. I know I've tried" he admits staring away vacantly. It's a topic you don't pry. "I'm sorry you had a bad day, that you've been feeling bad in general." He shakes his head "You're not any of those things not even close. No one hates you"
he hauls you up by your biceps forcing you to meet his gaze pressing a kiss on your cheek "just talk to me when you feel things get hard alright." he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear
"you're easy on the eyes too" he laughs blowing a raspberry against your cheek heart softening when you giggle
no one will understand unless they've read East of Eden but thinking about being Charles Trask's favorite prostitute whenever he visits the local brothel. He's plastered most nights but slowly weans himself off cause he finds himself actually wanting to spend time with you instead of shoving your face into the tattered cum stained mattress you're forced to use every shift.
im actually going psycho because i cant find any fics where the reader is goth or alternative!1!1!! all i see are clean girl coquette aesthetics and its totally fine to like or write about those styles since its VERY popular online but its all become so blinding. this is kind of in line to what you reblogged, where theres so much erasure to different ethnicities, body types, and styles to the point where its the same pinterest photos over and over. i like you, jesuistrestriest, and some of the other people i follow because you guys are inclusive with your writing and don't have random things saying hair colors, body types, etc.
I agree I've always felt terrible in fandom spaces since I was 12 when I first started reading them it's always a skinny, blonde white girl (which I'm not). There's nothing wrong with that but it was so hard to see myself in those fics I'd dissociate and stop reading which is sad so many of them were good the descriptions threw me off.
Same with aesthetics, I'm personally not goth so it's hard to write for that genre, it's unfortunate that a lot of other styles aren't used for fics :( I can try to dabble in them but I think it'll come off as disingenuous and that's the last thing I want. Like you said majority of them are babygirl, pink frills and ddlg which I indulge in sometimes it's just super saturated not what I usually crave (I EAT IT UP WHEN I'M IN THE MOOD THOUGH!)
I always strive to be inclusive, I'm still learning but I usually stick to actions, sensations and emotions not physical attributes things get tricky if I do. It's also easier to describe the boys it fills in a lot of space that requires specifics for readers.
I'm always trying and beyond open to any critiques especially since this is my first time keeping up with a writing blog (I have a yellowjackets one but the hyper-fixation slipped away)
is this a safe space? bc i kind of wanna talk about how i get a lot of recommended reader fics but then i see a visual like this and immediately get turned off.
and like this conversation about centering certain beauty standards with readers isn't new. it's been happening since forever. but i've noticed some uptick once i started looking for stuff in challengers.
the centering of whiteness with fanfiction in general is an issue that me and other non-white people had discussed at length for years. and part of me just wants to say that we should strive to be more inclusive. like there should be no reason for specifying non-white readers, especially black ones, and for us to have our own separate category because some writers can't fathom that non-white readers exist. hell, even in terms of body weight, ability, hair or no hair, GENDER.
i'm not innocent either. it's an easy trap to fall into if you're writing something x reader and you're using yourself as a stand in for the reader. and i'm not here to criticize or shame. i just wanna propose being more inclusive. and that starts with using less images of faceless white girls from pinterest.
maybe it's selfish of me to ask this. but i've been reading fanfiction on the internet for over 10 years. and i can definitely say as a non-white girl, fanfiction did contribute to my insecurities as a non-white person, in feeling insecure in my appearance. nothing has changed it seems.
WE BEEN SAYING!
and I say this to mean KEEP SAYING IT. it's valid and it's correct and it's the reason i created this sideblog.
i would like to be so bold as to take it a step further and say that it also sometimes feels as a writer like (and this is just an example) "if i'm not writing about a presumed thin barely legal blonde trying to fuck the white mains, is anyone going to care about this piece as much?"
taking it yet another step further, i often see this especially in pieces where tashi's character is either entirely erased or she's demonized (i.e. she and art are divorced because she was just so awful). it often seems like it's not only about centering whiteness but erasing the woc main and sometimes erasing any "otherness" from the plotline entirely since a lot of times it's not only erasing tashi but any and all of the homoerotic attraction between art and patrick that is central to the plot and the characters/their dynamics. i see those fics as just an extension of a patriarchial mindset that says hot white boys should be with pretty white girls.
(also, this is not to say that people shouldn't write those fics or create those graphics if it's where their hearts lie. it's good bc it means i know who not to fw like that but it is to say that i think we should encourage diversity in a real way in writing because this post right here made me sit up straighter and realize OH YEAH I SHOULD BE SHARING MY STUFF)
didn't expect this post to blow up like months after i posted it. but i'm reblogging @fandomnoire's reblog specifically because tashi's treatment is proof of the fandom's underlying racism. even art's perceived popularity over the other characters is entirely due to the fact that he is "the right" white boy. he's a wasp.
patrick is meant to be jewish and i've seen people lean into a feminization of him, thus also leaning into stereotypes about jewish men.
and obviously tashi. tashi deserves her own blog post. if this is how she's being treated now, imagine if they had originally gone with their plan of casting a monoracial, dark skinned black woman. as she was intended to be.
we best remember that. and that's not just me using academic jargon to justify my criticism. this is a very real thing. and the way people even talk about these characters is reminiscent of very harmful ideology and leans into white supremacy. i'm just going to say it bluntly.
i'm not saying you're racist for liking art. or for writing the stuff me and everyone who has reblogged and commented on. but you should examine your biases if you think it's okay to treat tashi as a disposable black girlfriend when she's anything but. if you think it's fine to eliminate the homoeroticism between the two male leads.
i literally stopped writing for challengers because it became obvious my work wasn't appreciated by the fandom as a whole if it didn't center on art and/or if my reader wasn't white. (granted i wrote things ambiguous but the reader in my head will always been a non-white person) the notes disparity between my tashi pieces and my art pieces just made it extremely obvious.
seeing this put so succinctly rewired my brain.
reblogging this because i'd love to know what i could do better to be more inclusive in my work!!!!
