#mike/reader

[pokepasta-fluffcanons]

Grey x reader where the reader is a glitch like Glitchy Red but can't control it. Fluff I always love fluff. Or maybe Mike x glitched reader I'm not sure maybe you decided. 🫡

How about both? :3c

Grey:

*Grey is a little concerned with you being glitchy, despite the fact you’re not the first glitchy person he’s come across

*you are a little weary about being affectionate with him, since you’re afraid of the glitches affecting him

*however, once you find out that the glitches don’t affect Grey, you immediately pulled him into a hug and held him close to you, which caught him off guard, but he returned the hug

*Grey is a little curious about the glitches, wondering if they bother you/hurt you in any way, but he doesn’t want to seem insensitive or rude

*you don’t mind it, though, so you’ll answer his questions to the best of your ability

*if you ever get self conscious about the glitches, Grey will not stand for it. He’ll tell you that he still loves you, glitches and all.

Mike:

*Mike is a little concerned, yet curious, about your glitchy appearance, since this is the first time he’s seen anyone glitch out like you do

*you were a bit caught off guard when you found out the glitches don’t bother him/hurt him, which was good for you, since you didn’t want to hurt him

*he had thought maybe it was from MissingNo, since he’s seen what it’s done to his brother, but you’re not too sure where the glitches came from, but you weren’t too bothered by them

*you can be a little self conscious about the glitches, but Mike will assure you that you’re absolutely beautiful/handsome just the way you are, glitches included.

*he has managed to get you to glitch out by giving you too much affection at once/making you too flustered at once, to the point you had to tell him to stop, which made him laugh a bit but apologized afterwards

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Mike x reader

Based off these headcanons as well as these

You were absolutely devastated when you found out about Mike’s death. You would spend many days at his grave, grieving over your boyfriend. When you found out that it was Steven, his own brother, that had caused this, you were beyond furious. Of course your initial response was to say something to him, which did not end well for either of you. You both ended up getting into a fight, in which both of you had injuries afterwards.

While Steven was going to do what it took to bring Miki back, you were going to do what it took to bring back Mike, as you were not going to let death do you part yet. What you didn’t know, however, was that Mike was keeping an eye on you, following you around to make sure you weren’t going to get yourself in trouble or killed in the process of bringing him back.

“I’m so sorry, Mike…” you would often say to yourself, but he was listening. He so desperately wanted to hug you and tell you everything was okay, that he was still here with you, but he couldn’t. There wasn’t anything he could do to help you or stop you from what you were doing, including getting into fights with his brother, Steven. Anytime you two saw each other practically ended up with you two getting into some sort of fight, with you two getting injured afterwards. Mike always worried about both of you during these, and it didn’t help that he knew he was the cause of this pain and fighting.

You had everything you were going to need now to hopefully bring Mike back. You weren’t going to do what Steven did, using that… thing… no. You were going to do things differently.

“That should hopefully be everything…” you mumbled, walking up to Mike’s grave as he watched you. While he did want to come back and be with you again, he was afraid of how Steven would react to this. That is… if it worked.

“Please let this work…” you mumbled to yourself, Mike watching you with a worried look on his face, waiting in slight anticipation as you did... whatever it was, he wasn’t too sure. However, what felt like hours, but was only mere minutes, have passed, and nothing happened.

“Dammit..” you soon stood up, looking down at the grave before you. “Maybe I didn’t do it right..? No, that can’t be. I did everything I was supposed to!” You turned your back to the grave, holding your head in your hands. Mike frowned a bit in response, wanting to say something, to hug you… wait, what the hell?

“What is this..?” Mike looked down at himself, seeing his body covered in a bright light. “Oh this is going to be… interesting.” He managed to say before he was dragged underground. You, on the other hand, were still caught up in your own mind and rambles, until you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you flinch a bit in response.

“I didn’t scare you, did I, Y/n?” Your eyes widened as you heard that familiar voice that you knew and loved, tears welling up in your eyes as you turned around. It was him. He was back! You immediately hugged him, nearly knocking him down to the ground in the process.

“H..hey, hey, it’s okay..!” Mike laughed a bit as he hugged you back, holding you close to him. “I’m right here, Y/n…” you two didn’t move for a good few minutes, you crying into his chest with him holding you tightly.

“Come on, Y/n, let’s get out of here. You can catch me up on everything I missed at home, yeah?”

“Okay.” You were a little hesitant about letting him go, but you still held his hand as you two walked home. While Mike had already knew about everything that he had missed out on, since he had been keeping an eye on you even while he wasn’t physically around, but it was still nice to hold you and listen to you once again.

Once at home, Mike had gotten himself cleaned up and changed into clean clothes, you two had dinner and now resting on the couch, you catching him up on what he missed. Mike was intently listening as he cuddled with you, occasionally kissing your face here and there. However, there was one thing that worried him: Steven. How would he react..?

“Y/n…”

“Hmm?” You turned to face your boyfriend, who looked a bit nervous.

“I’m worried about how Steven will react to find out you’ve brought me back.”

“I won’t let him hurt you again, Mike. What he did was awful and wrong. You didn’t mean for the accident with Miki to happen.”

“I know but I still feel bad for him..”

“I know you do, but I will not let him hurt you again.” You took his hands into your own. “I promise.”

“Okay.. I trust you, Y/n.” Mike kissed your forehead softly, before pulling you close to him once more.

You had kept true to your word. Once Steven had found out that you had brought his brother back to life, he was a mix of emotions, happy, sad, rage… but you kept him from hurting Mike again, however… Steven didn’t want to hurt him again. The two brothers sort of made up, which caught you a bit off guard, but made you happy regardless.

[thatboisus]

me logging onto tumblr after consuming a new piece of media

[chuulyssa]

being an x reader writer and trying to be inclusive of all readers makes me overthink so much like should i write about you having smth with milk in it? no no what if the reader is lactose-intolerant. about the reader being the big spoon? noo what if they wanna be cuddled like a little spoon. about fingers through your hair? noooo what if the person reading it is bald

[bethsvrse]

“Their eyes locked from across the room”

[euaphora]

Do you have twt links of the girl ridding the guy and the guy being a moaning mess ???

most are just guided masturbation, hope you enjoy regardless!

one | two | three | four|five| six |seven |eight | nine| ten |eleven| twelve | thirteen |fourteen |fifteen

[moonxnite]

I smile like an idiot when I see my man, who’s not my man, on my television screen.

[smutbutoutofnowhere]

shoutout to all my fellow smut enjoyers

[luffyssa]

[glennussy]

so starved for content I might go to the real hellsite (wattpad)

[f411en-ang3l]

18+ MNDI

VIRGIN!ART DONALDSON who moans as soon as he enters you. (if he didn’t know any better, he would’ve came on the spot)

VIRGIN!ART DONALDSON who buries his head between you neck and kisses it desperately as he begins to rutt into you

VIRGIN!ART DONALDSON who licks the tears from your cheeks as they come streaming down

VIRGIN!ART DONALDSON who’s praises sound like prayers as he whimpers them out between kisses

VIRGIN!ART DONALDSON who comes so fast and so hard he starts crying even more than he was before (he just can’t believe how much he loves you!!)

VIRGIN!ART DONALDSON who can’t stop now matter how much you beg him to…

“can’t stop ‘m so sorry baby -ah- can’t stop”

VIRGIN!ART DONALDSON who collapses ontop of you after he came god knows how many times. poor baby is so overwhelmed, muttering how much he loves you and begging you not to leave him

[pokepasta-fluffcanons]

Hello, Fairy anon here for a bit of inspo for u 🧚‍♀️ (sorry if I send too much stuff, I just love how you write ;w; ♡)

I came here to ask for Mike x Reader, but with a little twist. We know how Steven will do ANYTHING to get Miki back, right? Well, Reader will do the same for Mike because not even death can do them part >:3 (I'm imagining they were already together before his death, that would explain Reader going crazy after knowing what Steven did)

Because our adorable bean deserves some love too ♡

(Oh, and also, just a little reminder that you are great and awesome and deserve all the nice things that can happen to you! Keep going, never give up!)

THANK YOU ;w; and you can send in as many asks as you want, I love writing for these!

*You and Mike had been together before the incident, which Steven knew about

*You were devastated when you found out about the incident and would not leave Mike's grave.

*You were absolutely livid when you found out it was Steven who had killed Mike

*but that didn't mean you weren't going to do whatever it took to bring him back. You loved him and you were going to do whatever it took to bring your beloved back to you

*You weren't going to let the term "death do you part" become a reality for you and Mike

*Mike did keep an eye on you and would follow you around, worried you were going to either get yourself killed in the process or maybe even worse

*"I'm sorry, Mike..." You would occasionally mumble to yourself, but Mike did hear you. He so desperately wanted to hug you and tell you everything would be okay, that he was still here with you.

*You and Steven have gotten into a couple fights since the incident, both of you coming out with injuries afterwards

[amymbona]

Mike Faist and his fucking cocky smirk - frown ish - furrowed brows - parted lips - half closed eyes - little wrinkles - sassy bitch expression

[thatboisus]

reading a good ass fanfic up until it said something that just makes you want to stop reading

[jesuistrestriste]

♡ Nice Guys Finish Last; Art Donaldson x Reader ♡

nsfw! (18+) cw: soft dom!art donaldson, sub!reader, afab/fem reader, porn w/ a little plot, penetrative sex, unsafe sex/pullout method, slight edging (reader!receiving), equal desperation, praise, general filth, art is a softie until he's not

wc: 4.2 k

*does not include challengers spoilers!*

prev. art donaldson fic : <3 here <3

It was currently 11 PM in the state of New York, and Art Donaldson was in your hotel room.

-

Earlier today, you had competed in a long singles tennis tournament for a cash prize, and had beat every other girl in the bracket. You walked away from it with five-hundred more dollars in your pocket than you had walked in with, and a smug grin on your glossy lips.

Art Donaldson had competed in a similar tournament at the same venue, except it involved doubles teams playing against one another. He had played with his typical partner, Patrick Zweig, and they, too, had beat everyone in their bracket.

Tomorrow, they would be playing against one another to determine the ultimate winner.

You had watched them play, and they had watched you play too.

After the venue had shut down for the night, you had begun to wander back to your hotel a few blocks away and coincidentally bumped into the two boys heading back to the same building.

You three talked—or rather, they had buttered you up with compliments as you all went up the elevator, and suddenly you were in their hotel room drinking cheap beer from cold metal cans.

They both flirted relentlessly with you for about an hour or two, before Patrick had called it a night (and had given up on trying to woo you) and told you and Art that he was going to sleep.

Art had given you a look and nodded towards their room's door with a small smile, silently suggesting something. Thirty seconds later the both of you were standing alone in the hotel hallway. He chatted you up and praised your tennis-playing for about ten more minutes, his blue eyes staring into yours with an earnest desire to hold your attention. You had laughed and flushed with a nervous heat while he sang your praises, and then a bout of silence came over the two of you. He looked down to his shoes, letting out a soft chuckle, and then back up to your eyes.. and then down to your lips. The buzz of the fluorescent lights above made the silence seem more tense than it already was.

After tossing the reality of this interaction around in your head, you had realized that his kind, sensitive, charming persona was effectively rendering you weak in the knees..

"You're really pretty, by the way.. i don't know if i've said that yet, but you are," he had spoken in the hallway, leaning his shoulder against the wall as a lock of his strawberry-blonde curls hung in the center of his forehead.

And that was it.

Five minutes later he was in your hotel room.

-

The both of you kicked your shoes off in the doorway, and then moved to sit on the edge of your hotel room bed. Your chest and hands felt strangely hot as the young, talented tennis player sat there next to you. After a few moments of shared bashful glances, you started to notice things about him that you hadn't before.

Sometimes when he smiled, only one corner of his lips would lift up. When that happened, it looked more like he was smirking than he was smiling, which made him seem either disingenuous or disinterested -- even though it seemed that neither of those things were true.

He smelled like generic aftershave, faint sweat, and warm skin, which was a pleasant contrast to the smell of the hotel room. While the hotel was clean, it was also old, which made the permeating scent of the carpet akin to something like the stale basement of a childhood home.

He fidgeted subtly with his hands, staring into your eyes before averting them to look around at your luggage and tennis bag on the floor.

"So.. you said you're going to Stanford this fall, right?" you say, leaning back on your palms.

"Yeah, yeah," he nods, turning his head to look back to you again with a sheepish smile, “and you’re going to Harvard?”

“Mhm,” you hum, smiling back at him, “is Patrick going with you?”

He laughs a little, his brows furrowing, “Patrick? Hell no.”

You shake your head, “why not?”

“Patrick isn’t the college type. He wants to go pro immediately.”

“Ohh.. right, I forgot he mentioned that.”

“Yeah,” Art shrugs, still giving you a soft look as he shifts a little in his spot on the end of the mattress.

“I think you’re better off at Stanford without him,” you tease slightly, a playful smirk on your face.

He smiles wider, “Why?”

“I think he’d just get you into trouble,” you chuckle.

Art laughs again, a tiny bit harder than he did before, and you’re not sure if it’s because he genuinely likes your playfulness or if it’s because he’s a little nervous.

"You don't think I can cause trouble?" he asks with a small smile.

You shake your head after letting a soft giggle bubble up and out of your chest in response.

"Nah, not really."

"Why's that?"

"You're just so.. so nice."

He scoffs lightly and gently rolls his eyes, reaching up to tuck some of his messy hair behind one of his ears. He chews a little on the inside of his cheek.

"What?" you laugh.

"Everyone me and Patrick meet thinks he's this cool 'bad-boy' and I'm just this.. meek little 'nice guy'," he chuckles, matching your body language now by also leaning back on his palms.

Your smile falters slightly when he does this, but only because now the sleeve of his gray tee shirt was brushing against your bare shoulder, and your faces were a short distance apart. If you tried, you could probably just lean in and kiss him..

"It's not a bad thing to be a nice guy," you smirk, continuing your guys' little back-and-forth.

"Yeah, but there's, like, connotations behind that idea of a guy."

"What 'connotations'?"

He lets out a stiff chuckle, averting his eyes down to his legs before he returns your eye contact once again as he speaks, "I don't know.. that I'm 'shy', or that i 'cant be assertive'.."

You smile, feeling another wave of warmth creep over your stomach just from the way he was looking at you. His eyes were soft but steadily looking into yours, and each second felt like three years.

"So you're saying that those assumptions aren't true?" you tease gently, subtly moving to lean your shoulder against his. He noticed this immediately.

"God!" he laughs, slightly offended but still playing along, "do they seem true?"

"No," you say a bit softer with a smile, your eyes unintentionally drifting down to his pink lips. He noticed this too.

"Okay, good," he leans in a little more, your lips only a handful of inches apart now ".. 'cause they're definitely not."

"Really?" you chuckle, still teasing him.

He nods, "Really, really."

You could feel your heart beating rapidly in your ribcage, and then you started to wonder if he could hear it. Your lips part, little breaths being let out as you lean in an extra two inches. He smirks, and then you feel him move his right hand off of the bed and over your thigh. Its gentle and almost hesitant; giving you the opportunity to say 'no' if you wanted to.. but you didn't. you definitely didn't want to say no.

Your breathing hitches a little and your thighs shift slightly to capture his fingers between your limbs, and he looks steadily into your eyes as his digits squeeze your flesh softly.

"I'm not that shy," he murmurs lowly.

And then his lips are on yours, hot and hungry and eager to please. Your brows furrow as you kiss him back with equal ferocity, and his other hand moves to gently cup your cheek.

His tongue lathes over your bottom lip, and you open your mouth wider so that he can slide it in and taste you better. He groans softly against your smooth, parted lips, his hand between your thighs sliding up to press his palm against your clothed heat. A shaky, barely audible moan escapes your lips as this happens, and he swallows it down as he kisses you harder.

Art's hands then move to slide under your athletic tank top, and he pulls away with lidded eyes to mumble lowly and warmly against your jaw, "can I take this off?"

You nod feverishly, breathing heavily, as you lift your arms above your head while he pulls your shirt up and over. He tosses it aside once it's off like it's trash to him, and then he's diving back in to kiss and suck and nip at your neck. You're sure that he'll leave marks, but you can't find the strength or willpower to deny how hot it would be to look in the mirror later and see all of the little red blotches that his pretty mouth left behind. A few soft "ahh"s and "oh"s slip from your parted lips as his tongue flicks over your pulse point like it’s a clit, and you can feel your cunt clench around nothing. Without further warning, both of his hands slide up to grope your breasts over your sports bra, and your back arches instantly.

"I want to see more of you," Art whispers against your neck, one of his hands moving back to gently grope your thigh right under the hem of your shorts, while his other starts to hook one of his fingers under the elastic band of your bra.

"Yeah, yes," you mumble and nod, your eyes fluttering shut as you feel his silky tongue lap gently over the sensitive spot on your lower neck again.

He pulls back, his lips shiny with his own saliva, and he lets out a small huff of air as he stands up from the bed and shifts to stand in front of where you're trembling on the edge of it.

Your eyes meet his, and you now fully realize that his whole "nice guy" thing was a facade.. maybe it was just a protective cloak he put on until he got comfortable..

Regardless, he looked different now as he stood in front of you, breathing heavily as his gaze drank in the sight of your body. He takes a step closer, his knees touching the end of the bed as his legs stood steadily between yours. He looks down, shifting his left knee to push your legs farther apart, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to stifle a whine.

Not a moment later, he's reaching down to pull your tight sports bra over your head. It drops from his grasp onto the floor, his breathing hitches as he looks down at your exposed chest, and then his hands are moving to roughly knead and squeeze at your soft flesh underneath his palms. You shudder and bite your lip. He thumbs your nipples.

His eyes move back up to return your gaze, and he leans down and starts to crawl on top of you, his body gently coaxing yours to lay back flat over the patterned comforter. You don't need a verbal cue from him to know what he wants and what his goal is; his body did all the talking -- just like it did when he played tennis.

"Fuck," he breathes out, his erection straining against the inside of his boxers as it presses against your bare abdomen. A lift of your hips is all the indication he needs from you to tell him that you're as desperate for this as he is right now, and so he gingerly begins to slide one of his hands down the front of your shorts. His touch dips under the waistband, and then before you can process the sensation, you realize that he's moving down into your panties too. One thing that you are painfully aware of, though, is the fact that he never tries to break eye contact while he does all this..

"Ahh.." you moan, your brows pinching up as you feel his warm fingertips brush over your throbbing, sensitive nub. He was hardly touching you, but it was enough to get the fire roaring in your guts. It was more than enough. He knew all the right ways to touch you.. and all the right spots to squeeze and caress.. which seemed crazy considering you two had never spoken to one another until about three or so hours ago.

He smiles gently, his eyes now moving to gaze down at your lips. The pads of Art's fingers begin to play with your clit, rubbing soft and incessant circles over the ball of nerves as you start to squirm on the bed. His head leans back down to kiss your neck and your hands shakily grab onto his shoulders. A laugh escapes him, coating your flesh in a bath of warm air, while he feels your nails dig into him. Even over the fabric of his cotton tee shirt he can feel this, and he winces slightly before the sting of your grip dissolves into pleasure and he starts to moan along with you.

A few more minutes of this go on, and the band in your stomach is stretched more and more until it feels like it's about to snap, and then-

"I really want to fuck you right now," Art murmurs against your skin, his fingers coming to a pause as he pulls his face from the crook of your neck to look down into your dazed eyes.

You blink a few times, feeling the numbing pressure in your pussy start to fade as he unintentionally edges you.

"yes, please.. I want you to.." you softly whimper, your hands reaching up to needily tug at his shirt.

"I don't have a condom," he whispers breathlessly, shaking his head softly as his gaze falls onto your lips now.

"I.." you pause, taking a second to breathe as you attempt to think over the predicament you're now in, "uhm.. I- well, I don't really care.. as long as you pull out.."

It's almost as if just the idea of him being able to be inside of you—skin to skin; raw—sets him off, because the moment the words leave your mouth, he's letting out soft breathy moans and grinding his clothed pelvis against your thigh. You can feel him throbbing through the fabric, and now you're certain you can't wait much longer. Neither can he.

Your hands pull on his shirt again, forcing his face back down close to yours, "I want you inside of me.."

A groan and a grunt later, he's scrambling to pull his shirt off, and then his shorts, and then his strong calloused hands are gently tugging yours down as well. Art doesn't want to waste time on the act of undressing. Sure, he liked being tender and going slow most times, but this occasion was different. The more that he felt himself leaking into his underwear, the more he needed to feel your silky cunt grip around his cock. Maybe if he got your number after all this, he could go slow next time, but not now. Not when he's like this and you're like that.

When your panties are pulled down with your shorts, Art lets out a groan as he sees the fabric connecting with your delicate flesh via a glistening string of arousal from your heat.

"Jesus Christ," he huffs, his tongue moving to dip out over his bottom lip involuntarily. He pushes your shorts and panties down the rest of the way, and you urgently kick them off onto the room's carpet.

After he moves back up, one of his hands reaches down once again to your cunt. His fingers gently brush over your slicked-up folds, causing your body to jolt and shudder as you struggle to remain quiet. In the next instant, you feel his touch leave your body and you watch in awe as he brings his digits up to his lips and sucks your juices off of them. He rolls your wetness around over his tongue and his eyes roll back a little. He can't help it—you just taste so fuckin' good.

"Art," you whisper, your voice dissolving into a soft whine, "c'mon.. just- I want you to-"

You're cut off when the man hovering over your form moves his fingers from his mouth and down to yours, effectively shutting you up.

"Suck," he whispers.

You do as you're told instantly, parting your lips to engulf his middle and ring finger in wet heat; your drool pools over his fingertips as your tongue swirls around them and tastes the mix of his saliva and the remnants of your arousal.

He watches with bated breath as you do this, his eyes never leaving your face, and he can’t stop himself from pushing his hard, clothed dick against your bare cunt. Your eyes flutter. A string of whimpers echo out into the room from your chest, and you can feel more of your wetness slide down from your entrance.

Art keeps his fingers in your mouth as he uses his other hand to pull his hard-on out of his black boxer briefs, groaning as he taps your clit with the tip of it a few times. Each time his leaking cockhead touches your sensitive parts, your hips buck up. He didn't think it was physically possible to get as turned on as he was right then.

He shifts his pelvis back so that he can slide his dick over your sticky body, not pushing in quite yet, but just teasing your greedy hole. The feeling of your heady moans around his fingers cause them to vibrate, and he leans down close to your face on instinct.

Your breath catches in your throat. Your eyes blink open and you whimper as he uses his digits to gently force your lips to part so that he can shove his tongue past them. Art licks at the inside of your mouth, groaning while he subtly removes his fingers and brings them down to your clit once more. He slots your bundle of nerves between his index and middle finger, sliding them up and down to effectively stroke over your most sensitive area as you feel his cock prodding at your hole.

While his tongue laps over yours, his mouth eagerly swallowing the obscenely loud moans you're letting out as your climax approaches once again, he begins to slide his tip into you. Your eyes instantly open wide before your face scrunches up in pleasure and your hands desperately paw at his shoulders.

He slides in another inch.

And another.

And then two more.

And then he bottoms out completely, filling you wholly with his twitching length as he pulls his face back from your lips to gasp softly.

You look up at him as his brows furrow, and you wriggle underneath him as he lets out a soft growl.

"You're so tight.. shit, you feel so good," he murmurs lowly, his eyes on yours as he starts to slide himself slowly back out before thrusting back in. You can feel him hit your cervix. You'd let him bruise it if he wanted to.

And he wants to.

"Fuck me harder," you moan softly.

"Yeah?" he smirks, breathing heavily.

"Yeah."

He leans up so that his back is straight, and he gazes down at you while he slides his hands under your form to gingerly cup your lower back.. and then he's pounding into you without further warning.

Your back arches up from his hold, and every thrust of his thick cock into your cunt is sending explosions of numbing heat throughout your lower half.

Each movement of his hips results in a lewd squelch as his pelvis slaps into the underside of your ass, and every movement sends you closer and closer to the edge. He's groaning and moaning above you, watching your every move as you squirm around and take him properly. You want to be good for him; he can tell.

Whimpers and needy whines are forced out of you as he fucks you with abandon into the mattress, and your mind is forced back into reality once you feel his hands move from your back to your sensitive tits.

"Are you gonna cum? You're squeezing down on me," he breathes out, a loud groan cutting his words off as he tips his head back. His thrusts grow sloppier, "oh god, oh fff-u-uck.."

"Ye— Uhh- Ahh-!" you hoarsely and brokenly moan out, unable to fully give him an answer. Your hands fist the cool sheets under you as your legs start to involuntarily squeeze together with the onslaught of your impending orgasm.

Art brings his head back up to look down at you, and he shakes his head, sliding his hands down from your breasts to your legs to lift them up and spread them apart gently but forcefully.

"Keep them spread.. I know you're close," he says softly to you, "I promise I'll let you come.. just keep being good for me.. I'm almost there.."

Once his words fill your fuzzy head, you can't help but let out an obscenely loud—borderline-pornographic—moan as your thighs shake in his hold. His cock slams into you faster, but with less and less precision. He bites his lip before his jaw slacks and he lets out an equally loud moan to accompany your filthy noises.

"You're so fucking pretty... you're so— you feel so damn good," he babbles gruffly, his touch digging into your legs as his hips rashly thrust his throbbing length in and out of your sopping pussy.

You nod, unsure of what to say or how to even respond in the state that your body is in. You're somehow limp and tense at the same time, your body shivering as your back arches up again.

"I— I'm gonna—!" you gasp out in a shaky whimper.

He moans at your words, fucking you deeper and messier, before he leans down over you and you can feel his broad toned chest press against yours.

"Say it.." he breathes out against your ear in a soft groan.

You moan, shuddering under him as your cunt starts to rhythmically tighten around him.

"I'm gonna cum," you whine, nearly sobbing.

"Fuck," he groans, "yeah? Say it again for me."

"I'm gonna cummm-!"

"You wanna cum on my cock?"

You nod helplessly, your arms wrapped around his flushed upper back as his cock slides in and out of you; his tip constantly brushing up against that special spot in your velvety walls hidden just a couple inches inside.

"Yess-s-!" you moan, your body absolutely writhing on the bed under his heavy form.

"Okay.. alright," he breathes out hotly into your neck, "go on and cum for me."

Before you can process what's going on, your body is overwhelmed with an overpowering heat as the last thing you distinctly feel is one of Art's hands moving down your lower abdomen to then rub circles over your swollen bud with his thumb. And that's all it takes — you’re thrown over the edge.

"Fuck! OH MY GOD, OH—!" you cry out, your nails digging into his back as he fucks you through your climax.

He groans harshly and loudly against your warm skin before his hips stutter with the feeling of your hole pulsing around him. He keeps his digit rubbing incessant, soft circles over your clit to prolong your orgasm as he forces himself to pull out with a gasp.

His balls draw up and he reaches down quickly with his other hand to stroke over his length just as he feels his release start to rise up.

As you moan tremblingly and bask in your afterglow, you try to catch your breath as you shakily push yourself up onto your elbows just in time to watch Art squirt out a thick load over your torso. Rope after rope of sticky white fluid drips and gushes from his cock and between his fingers as he jerks himself off; shuddering deeply over you and letting out little "fuck"s and "oh my god"s and "yes"s.

After a few more shaky moments tick by, his thumb comes to a halt over your clit as he watches the last drops of his cum fall onto your stomach.

He breathes heavily, biting his lip as he watches your body shake. He loves the way his cum looks on your beautiful body.. it's like liquid pearl splattered all over you. He takes several mental pictures of the scene in front of him before he collapses on top of you with a soft grin.

You chuckle breathily, wrapping your arms around him as your warm bodies stick together in the aftermath, and he presses two soft kisses to your neck. One of your hands slides up from between his shoulder blades to run some of your fingers through his messy curls. He shivers and sighs, sliding his hands under your body to hold you closer to him.

A small period of comfortable silence is held between you two as you both work to catch your breaths, before Art is the one to break the quiet with a soft murmur into your shoulder.

"So.. can I get your number?"

"After round two," you whisper with a smile.

"Deal."

note; this is for everyone who voted for soft dom!art donaldson in that poll + the anons in my inbox asking for this sort of dynamic w/ art <3 much much much love !

divider credit: @benkeibear <3

[artsbaby]

warnings: f!reader, cunnilingus, pussydrunk!art.

Art Donaldson. The man of the hour.

The same man that should have been ready by now. To attend the clubs gala that was being hosted in his honour. But how could he?

His hand holding your thigh apart. The other holding your hand in his. Placing feather light kisses on the back of your hand to your knuckles. The innocent kisses soon turn sinful as he turns his head to place the same soft attention on your clit.

You suck in a breath. Lips parted as you looked down at him, hand squeezing his till your fingertips were white. He looked satisfied, so satisfied.

His tongue flicking and gathering your arousal untill he swallowed it down like it's a treat. Taking your clit between his lips as he sucked, grazing his teeth softly against it. You let out a mewl. Head tilting back.

"Art— baby", you moaned. The sheets clinging to your skin as you arch your back. The room filled with whines and moans. Not just yours.

It didn't take long before Art was moaning against your cunt. Each lick and suck accompanied with a moan or whimper. As if the taste was something he craved more than his will to live.

If he could shove his face in your cunt and not be able to breathe, he'll gladly take that if it meant he could taste you for hours on end. Till his lips are numb and face drenched with spit and your arousal.

His tongue trailer down your folds as it settled on your entrance. His free hand spreading you open for him to look and fuck, he could look at her for hours.

He placed a kiss on your clit again, making you shut your eyes. Sharp intake of breath. Your hole clenched around nothing. Making him smile and bite his lips. "So greedy. . .", he muttered before licking a long stripe up again.

His tongue delving into your hole as far as he could. Moving the muscle like he knew he could. His nose pressed against your clit making your hips squirm.

You opened you eyes as you looked down at him. His eyes already on you. You clenched around his tongue. His brows furrowed, his eyes hazy. Like he could die right now and he'd swear that he could be the happiest man dying.

The room filled with the sinful noises of slurping, whines and muffled moans. Along with the ringing of his phone that demanded his presence at the party.