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mike faist rpf ↴

masterlist here

art donaldson ↴

tennis court smau

closer*

olympic art! drabble*

talk talk smau one, two

mechanic art*

cindy lou who

buy me presents*

mistletoe*

our house

drunk calls

loser! art*

vampire*

size kink*

bones and all*

goodbye means you're losin me for life*

sugar talkin isn't working tonight*

tears run down my thighs*

we were so happy, why not mix it up*

thought sleeping with you might help me decide*

manchild*

the lakes*

illicit affairs*

invisible string*

peace*

mad woman

tear you apart*

seven*

mirrorball

the last great american dynasty*

the one*

ballet! art*

tsitp au*

miss americana and the heartbreak prince*

guilty as sin*

lovergirl one, two

making you dinner

hunger games one, two*

physiotherapist one, two*

loser art smau*

breeding*

coach art*

european vacation*

anobrain

rockstar art one, two*

jealousy jealousy*

tennis coach*

i'm a giver*

i'm still your boy*

close enough to feel you*

promises*

shy reader

apollo and devotee*

million dollar man*

pr relationship one, two

first time*

character study

lazy day with dilf art*

theater reader one, two

dazzling starlet, bardot reincarnate

honeymoon ave*

camgirl one, two*

pride and prejudice*

pretty woman*

dodge mason ↴

degradation*

skinny dipping

tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy

reckless driving*

valentine's day

come back to our place, baby, don't be afraid of our love*

take it like a taker, baby i'm a giver!*

connor murphy ↴

size kink*

hoax*

it's not living if it's not with you

swan song*

matilda

cheerleader reader*

new girl

me and you together song one, two

danny lyon ↴

my coney island baby*

nurse reader

riff lorton ↴

best friends

rich girl reader one, two, three, four

teacher reader

roger sharpe ↴

rhiannon*

art didn’t mean to fall in love with you, really, honestly. you were just so sweet, so naive! you didn’t even notice, didn’t bat an eye, when he followed you between classes, or when he slipped between shadows on your walk home from the bars at night, your friends left behind. you slept too soundly to know when he perched at your window, eyes dark, mouth practically watering at the sight of your chest rising and falling, pulse thrumming in your neck as you dreamt. he didn’t want to hurt you. really, he’d never let anyone hurt you, wouldn’t even let them think of it. your ex, for example. he’d gotten a little too bold, a little comfortable dragging your name through the dirt. when he'd disappeared, turning up mauled by an animal (so insane for stanford!), you'd sobbed, all alone in your bedroom. the next day, though, it was as if nothing had happened. art wondered what that meant, if maybe you were over him, or maybe if you were over him you'd never have cried at all. he didn't know, really, but he knew you were at least moved on enough not to be hung up on it, and that was good enough for him.

soon enough, you were his girl, his love, his sweet, bright eyed angel, his salvation. he’d lured you in with a sharp tongue and cloying words, and you’d fallen for it, just like he knew you would. he knew everything he needed to, really; how you liked your coffee, how you cried when you thought no one was around to see it, how your good girl act fell apart when you were all alone at night, hands beneath your blankets. he knew the exact right thing to say and do, to get you to melt for him, to be his and his only. it was easy, like he knew it would be, and he couldn’t be happier. especially on nights like tonight, when you knew his appetite had been building, and his sweet girl would do anything to make him feel better. that’s how he got you in his favorite position, writhing around beneath him, pink cheeked and red lipped, alive, full of fresh, beating blood.

“just need a little bit, sweet girl,” he murmured, dragging his lips along your thrumming vein, “look so pretty for me. you’re close, aren’t you?” he had been plying you, getting you all worked up and vulnerable. your blood tasted so much sweeter when he’d gotten you excited and desperate, his fingers thrusting in and out of you, making a mess of his sheets. “ngh- yes, close,” you practically mewled, eyes rolled back, “can take what you need, ‘s okay,” “aw, baby,” his canines grazed your skin, “i know i can. just want my pretty thing to ask me, that’s all,” “please,” you managed, nearly falling apart, “want you to drink me, art, please,” “good girl,” he whispered, voice hoarse as his restraint finally snapped, his fangs piercing your neck. “oh!” you gasped, nails digging into his pale arms as you came, the pain from the bite only swirling with the pleasure, melting you into a delirious mess. he held you as he drank, only pulling himself away when he could hear your whimpers, tears staining your cheeks.

“was that too much, angel?” he cooed, pulling away, your blood painting the scene. it dripped from his lips, down his chin, covered his sheets and soaked into your neatly curled hair. “i’m okay,” you insisted, though you sniffled slightly. “so beautiful when you cry, my darling girl,” he murmured, lips trailing over your bare chest, biting just enough to draw tiny beads of blood to the surface. he leaned between your parted thighs, fingers dragging through the mess he made, bringing them to your lips, “have a taste, sweet girl,” you parted your lips, swirling your tongue around the crimson liquid, distracted as he pushed inside of you. you bit down on his finger in surprise, only slightly, but enough to make him scold you, even as his voice shook with pleasure. “so good,” your tears beaded up again, threatening to spill over, “love your cock so much, artie, you take such good care of me,”

“i know it, sweetheart,” he hummed, watching as you trembled, your blood drying slightly, “take it so good f’me. perfect, like you were made for it,” he knelt closer, thrusting slowly, hands trailing all over the planes of your skin. “can you give me some more, my love? be a good girl for me?” “yes,” you nodded, quick and frantic, “of course,” “that’s my girl,” he smiled, teasing and demeaning, light catching on his fangs. he buried his face in your neck, going straight back to the two pin prick bites he’d already left, moaning against you as he drank. you went weaker in his arms, gasping and whining, spasming around his cock as he drew another orgasm from you. “fuck,” he groaned into your skin, lapping at you, getting any last trace of blood he’d missed, “oh, baby. you have the sweetest pussy, y’know that? i should- fuck, i should turn you right now, keep you forever n ever,”

he pounded into you, his grip undoubtedly forming bruises on your hips, his name falling languidly from your lips as you clung to him. “you want that, hm? want me to make you like me?” he panted, watching as you nodded lazily, eyes meeting his, pupils swallowing your irises whole. “so close,” he groaned, eyes trained on your spit slick lips, “here, angel, here,” he brought his own wrist to his mouth, biting down hard, wincing just slightly as blood, mostly your own, flowed from the wound, “come on, sweet girl, quick. gotta drink f’me,” he moaned, hoarse and rough, as he felt you suck from the wound, greedy and desperate. “good girl,” he managed, teeth grit as he neared the edge, “oh- yeah, that’s it, take it,” he came with a strangled groan, fucking you full, your mouth still latched to him. “enough, angel,” he said after a moment, tapping your cheek with his free hand, “can’t give you too much, now,”