#:3 thank u dylan btw hehee

[jesuistrestriste]

SAAGGEEEE your corrupting art blurb UUUGGGGHHHHH TOO FUCKING GOOD

thinking about the same scenario of him being overwhelmed & so deeply in subspace… but making him cum for the first time ever & he’s so whiny & doesn’t know what’s going on & feels so good when he cums he just doesn’t know what to do 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

DYLAN LISTENNN

i haven’t rlly written too much corruption kink stuff bc i’ve been focused on other things, but now im fully in the game.

i’m thinking about an inexperienced, virgin!art donaldson who’s never had a real orgasm before.

wet dreams? sure!

but’s he’s never been conscious to experience those releases; just woken up to warm, sticky boxers and a funny feeling swirling lingeringly around in his stomach.

maybe he’s never explored that sector of life before due to something like: barely repressed religious guilt, or the fear that it’ll be too intense for him to handle, or just plain business..! but the point is that he’s never experienced that hot, all-consuming, pulsing rush of pleasure that floods through your body when you come undone..

so when he finds himself submitting in your arms, the two of you tangled in your bed while he mindlessly seeks friction against your leg and kisses you, his eyes fly wide open when he feels a bolt of something good shoot through his cock in his briefs.

“oh,” he whines against your lips before he pulls back and swallows thickly, “oh, god..”

you look to his eyes and chuckle softly, catching your breath while your hand snakes down to grope his bulge— rewarding you with a sharp moan and a jerk of his hips.

“you’re so sensitive,” you whisper, your hand giving two tugs on his clothed cock before art is grasping for your arms, his legs starting to tense.

“s-something’s coming.”

he says it in a way that makes him sound utterly terrified but completely elated, simultaneously. he’s quaking against you, letting out little moans into your neck that are rapidly increasing in volume and frequency with each passing half-second.

fuck, he’s already teetering on that ledge— so overcome with the new sensations that he can’t squeeze his thighs together hard enough to stall his crossing of the finish line.

sweat is prickling on his skin almost uncomfortably, and he’s melting into your frame as he buries his face in your shoulder. his blonde curls brush your jaw and cheek. another tug on his erection sends him hurtling toward the end of it all before he can even properly grasp the build-up. poor thing.

“i… i feel really weird—.. i can’t—! i think im gonna..! gonna-!”

he yelps, before his vision completely whites out. his fingers curl into your biceps and his legs kick out and spasm as he lets out another broken cry. his voice comes out mangled through the heady waves of dopamine and the surge of emotions.

he’s never felt anything like it.

nothing’s even come fuckin’ close.

not a win on the court for a sparkling medal or trophy, not a bite of his mom’s special cooking, not even cry-laughing at patrick’s dumb jokes.

nothing.

this is everything.

god, how did he miss out on this for so long? what was life even like before this type of ecstasy?

he’s gushing into his underwear (heaps of held-in loads finally pouring out), rocking against your leg as you gently work him through it with a smile on your face, and he can’t quite seem to think of an answer to either of those questions of his..

it’s all too much in the best way.

“oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck, im cumming,” he gasps, sounding laughably bewildered and unsteady, his touch growing almost painful on your limbs.

he doesn’t mean to grab you so hard, but the feelings are consuming him wholly and he needs to clutch onto something before he’s sure he’ll float away. he needs you to ground him—comfort him, help him, teach him.

he can’t believe what’s happening, and now he’s only got one thing left on his mind as the aftershocks make his head spin:

how’s he ever supposed to survive sex?

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hi mads love you sending you big hugs <333 xxx thought of you today and had to share lol - i was in m&s for some nice christmas bits (their dessert range this year is 10/10 btw) and my god it was carnage in there like was preparing myself for a fist fight for a yule log, and the whole thing felt low-key flatmate coded like ik those two have ended up in a very similar last minute food shop scenario hehe

love u omg i need to go in tomorrow and i am Dreading it. i WILL be mowing people down to get to a sherry trifle. anyway! i think matty has this exact experience behind the scenes of the snowed-in fic, to be honest - you were meant to be back up north for christmas before the snow stopped that, so you genuinely have NOTHING in for dinner on christmas eve at all, and you're convinced that if matty hadn't gone to marks for them opening then he wouldn't have gotten anything at all (he disagrees because "i'm good at the big shop! i'm efficient!", but that's beside the point and also a lie). you vow that you'll never be unprepared for christmas in future, but the christmas you're pregnant with elena, like literally a month away from giving birth... oof. mind you, it's understandable why you and matty and two-year-old dylan are scrambling in the queen's park m&s foodhall the weekend of the big day - matty's just home from atvb, you're about to pop and looking after a terror of a toddler (she's very lovely though) all the time - but it's the worst experience ever. dylan's crying. you're crying. matty's on the edge of tears himself. everyone's overstimulated and exhausted and snippy and running around like a maniac trying to find everything on the shopping list (and thank GOD for the shopping list), matty's practically squaring up to everyone who even dares to glare at you for picking something up off the shelves, you're doing your best to find dylan a chocolate lolly to keep a tantrum at bay... it's a lot. but you manage, somehow, and it's fine. sure, the three of you have to sit in silence in the car before driving home (the chocolate lolly is placating the toddler as intended), but it's fine. once the shopping is all put away at home, matty instigates a big group cuddle, stroking your arm and kissing dyl's little curly head like "m'glad we made it through that, my girls. but i mean it this time - i'm never, ever doing that again", and you all have a chill, cosy night in with a takeway (dylan lowkey a pizza fiend) and your daughter's first viewing of the muppet christmas carol. and next year, and every year after that, as soon as that christmas food catalogue hits the shelves in october... you're putting your order in. never again! <3