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[dodgesgirl]

ART DONALDSON, CAN'T HELP IT

content warnings: sub!art??, he's so pathetic, premature ejactulation, crying, overstimulation, let me know if i forgot anything!

art cums so quickly. he really doesn't mean to. he tries hard to get you to cum before he does, but it's just so hard. he does everything he can to postpone it, to stop it from happening, but even when he's just massaging your thighs, he needs to take breaks. he needs to breathe deeply, and hold his hands to his chest & away from both your body and his own dick, so that he doesn't cum too quickly.

he gets so embarrassed that he cries, even when you coo at him and card your fingers through his curly hair to soothe him, he can't help it, babbling apologies and holding you with one hand while he rubs himself through it with the other.

the overstimulation is even worse. sometimes he doesn't even realise he's cumming, until it's too late and he's already cumming a second or third time. his eyes roll so far back he sees stars, and his legs shake so much he won't be able to stand for a few hours.

he gets so annoyed with himself, but oh, you've never loved anything more.

[dodgesgirl]

ART DONALDSON, GOOD BOY!

ᯓ★ cw: 500 words, explicit sexual content, gender of reader is unspecified (although art calls them mommy, so idrk) biting, sub/dom undertones, subby!art, dom!reader, he's so so pathetic, pet names (baby, good boy, mommy), love marks and bruising (r), a little bit of shaking, mention of multiple orgasms (m), implied established relationship, short little drabble, mentions of solo!art, a little bit of crying, oral fixation, you guys remember when he bit tashi's hand and was constantly chewing gum.... yeah. — let me know if i missed anything ᥫ᭡

art and his little oral fixation… it had all started a few months ago, while burying himself deeper inside you than your walls could allow, on his fourth orgasm with not a single moment of rest, when he lifted his hand to his face to bite down on the palm of it. your face buried in his neck and unable to see him, you had not a clue in the world.

it goes on for months after that. he’s too ashamed to tell you, and resorts to exclusively doing it while he gets himself off. after cumming, he’ll often leave himself with a set of pink little bite marks in the skin of his forearm or fist. or even a patch of wetness on the neckline of his shirt or your stolen panties, where he’s bunched up the fabric and gotten close to tearing it with his teeth.

the first time he bites you, it’s by accident. he stutters in and out of you messily and desperately, working himself toward his orgasm. your shaking legs wrap around his hips loosely from below him while he whimpers against your neck. you card your fingers through his hair before tugging at the curls from the root, eyes rolling and back arching. from the feeling of his hair being pulled and the way you tense around his cock, he’s cumming for the second time tonight. hopelessly, he wraps his arms under your shoulders tightly, pressing wet open mouth kisses to the pulse point of you neck.

it isn’t until you let out a moan that he finally bites you. “art!” you yelp at the feeling, making him yank himself back, his orgasm currently the least of his worries. he scans the state of you, mouth drying when he sees the red marks on your soft skin from where his teeth have scraped against it. “oh, god. i’m so sorry- i didn’t mean to.. i swear i won’t do it again-“

“baby, be quiet. it’s okay. you just surprised me,” you reassure. wiping a stray tear from his eye before it falls down onto your face instead. he peppers feather-light kisses to the bruising mark, trying his best to ease the pain he’d created. even when you reach between the two of you to grip his cock, even as he lets out a desperate little whimper, even as you soothingly coo in his ear to calm him, he kisses the skin of your neck, wet eyes closing and brows furrowing as he does.

“so sorry, mommy-“ he whines, sniffling as he does so. “didn’t mean to…” he trails off, mumbling incoherently into your skin as you push down on his lower back so he sinks into you.

“open,” you mutter softly through a moan, hand moving to his face so you can ease your finger between his lips. he happily obliges, opening his mouth wider and wider until you’re happy with it. you take hold of the back of his head, lightly pushing down and relishing in the way he moans as his teeth make contact with your skin. he sloppily kisses your skin, teeth scraping and tongue licking. “good boy.”

[dodgesgirl]

ART DONALDSON, PERMISSION!

ᯓ★ cw: 250 words, very very short, pathetic art, overstimulation (m), permission required to come, dom!reader, subby!art, handjob, “cock” is used twice, use of pet names (baby), begging, oh my gosh he’s so pathetic. — let me know if i forget anything!!

he’s on his third orgasm, trying not to let any more tears stream down his face. his back arches against your belly and his fingers wrap around your thigh in desperate overstimulation. he tries to hold it like he’s been told, he really does, but it’s just so hard. when you run your thumb over his tip, he lets out a cry, and can practically hear your eye roll from behind him as he comes. “art,” you huff, “try again. you need permission first.”

you keep stroking him, even when he’s still not even remotely over his orgasm. he stutters, “i can’t—“

“but i want you too…” you coo, pouting at him and running your fingertips over his cock to get him hard again. his brows furrow further and his teeth press down on his bottom lip in pleasure. “please?”

he lets go of your thigh to grip your wrist, trying to slow your hand. “break first?” he pleads, face twisted in desperation.

you press a kiss to his jawline, still working his growing cock, “but baby, you haven’t done what i’ve asked… i don’t think you deserve a break, do you?”

he’s quick to agree, eager to please. “no, i don’t! but— but i need it… i can’t hold out long enough when i’m like this…”

“but you have to.”

on his fourth orgasm, he still hasn’t quite gotten the hang of holding out. and he’s in for the longest night of his life.

[dodgesgirl]

cockwarming with art where you sit on it for hours just so he can feel close to you. he struggles not to move at first but then you both fall asleep and it’s no longer a problem… until you wake up to his hands firmly holding your waist and he's slowly and gently pushing in and out deeper and deeper.......

[dodgesgirl]

you guys i can't do this anymore i need dodge mason more than anything... i literally cry when i remember i will never have him. i want him and i need him and nothing hurts me more than the fact he's so incredibly underrated and isn't ever written about or talked about it's actually tragic someone please console me