#also on the art grind🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[narugen-moved]

mina born to sleep, forced to go for modelling gigs as the star of the defense force

based on this fluffy short hair seulgi pic :)

[artdcnaldson]

i want older dilfy art to call me kiddo while he fucks me... IM SORRY

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🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ you get it!!

TW: Dubcon due to no verbal consent given, but both parties are VERY enthusiastic

But yeah… being the cute little babysitter he and Tashi hire!! He calls you kiddo conversationally, just a way he tries to remind himself how young you are. He’s all hey, kiddo, and how’s college, kiddo? You really are so young— in college, can’t even drink legally yet. That doesn’t stop him from wanting you so bad. For waking up hard and drenched in sweat beside his wife after he’s dreamed about fucking your sweet pussy.

You’re a fan, you watch his matches. After you’d been working for them for a month, you shyly brought out a shirt for him to sign. He fantasized about you wearing it to bed with nothing beneath for fucking days after, jerked his cock raw imagining your body beneath the oversized fucking merch.

But he shouldn’t. You’re a kid. You’re too young. You're begging for it.

There you are— sitting on the sofa while you wait for Art to call his driver to take you home. He coddles you too much, wastes his own resources on you. His driver, his black card, anything you want. Your pretty legs are tucked under your body, beneath the hoodie of his you wear.

Sorry, Mr. Donaldson, I just got cold and you said to help myself to whatever I need.

It makes sense that you're freezing. You show up in tiny little athletic shorts and big tee shirts. Kind of like Tashi used to wear, back in college. He supposes some things don't change. It also makes sense because he keeps the house frigid so he can leer at the hard bud of your nipples poking through your shirts. Also like Tashi. Whatever, it's his house, he can do what he wants.

You look so tiny in his clothes, pretty and young. Swamped in the fabric, letting your scent mingle with his. He wants to bury his face in the fabric, breathe deep. He wants to fuck you with his hoodie on, pin you down on the couch, tug your panties to the side, and sink right in. You’d get so wet, he’s sure of it. Cream around his cock so much that it would sound fucking obscene.

“Mr. Donaldson?” You break his train of thought, smiling pretty over at him. “Are you calling your driver?”

No. “Yeah,” he says, and grabs his phone from his pocket. His thumbs fumble with his passcode, and you laugh softly as you watch him struggle. Like it’s a game, like you know exactly what you’re doing to him.

He feels the soft weight of your hand on his thigh— timid, testing. Your fingers flex, dimpling his thigh through the thin fabric of his pajama pants. He looks down before he thinks to look at your face. Pretty, manicured nails, a purity ring that’s clearly just for decoration. Only inches away from the spot where he’s tenting the fabric of his pants.

When he finally tears his eyes away to meet your gaze, you look at him through wide eyes and pretty lashes. “Do you have to?”

Words fail him. He swallows hard, tries to think of the many things he should say. I’m married. You’re the babysitter. You’re too young for me. I’m happily married. I’m married. Your pretty hand palms him through the cotton fabric of his pajamas and he lets out a helpless groan.

“Fuck, kiddo—“ It slips out like nothing, and you smile wickedly at the words, taking it as encouragement to keep going, coaxing him to full hardness. “You’ve gotta— ngh— stop—”

But thinking that doesn’t stop him from bucking up into the warmth of your hand, seeking that friction as you smile softly up at him. “Do you want me to?” You ask, grinding the heel of your palm against his cock. He groans, head falling against the back of the couch as his dick kicks in interest.

He doesn’t want you to stop, but he needs you to, so badly. “I’m too old for you,” he pants. He lifts his hips so you can tug his pajamas and briefs down his legs. “I’m— mmm— I’m married.” He can’t stop himself, he needs you to get a clear head and realize that fucking the married father of the kid you’re babysitting is wrong.

But you won’t. God, you won’t. You’ve been fucking aching for it since the first night on the job, when he handed you a check and patted your back and thanked you for taking good care of his girl.

You knew he was married, you didn’t care. There were plenty of movies about married men fucking their nannies, plenty of stories in gossip magazines about rich and famous guys doing it. Besides, Tashi’s away, Art’s lonely. Look how hard he gets just from sitting next to you! Someone has to take care of him while she’s gone.

He’s hot in your grip— pulsing and dribbling precum. When your thumb sweeps over his tip to gather it, he groans and bucks into your grasp. You smile like you’ve won a prize and continue the persistent glide of your hands along his length.

“You’re so big,” you say, like you’re surprised by it. He’s definitely bigger than your ex boyfriends— longer, thicker. An insistent heat pools between your thighs, slick and dampening the cotton of your panties. His cheeks flush when you compliment his size, and you follow his half-lidded gaze to where he’s watching your small hand pump along his cock. Oh. He’s so easy.

“I don’t know if you’ll even fit, Mr. Donaldson.”

Jesus fucking Christ. He slings an arm across his eyes, like covering them could change what’s actively happening. “Fuck, kiddo, you can’t say things like that.”

You draw your lips into a pout and sling your leg over his lap, so you’re settled firm and warm and alive, right above where he wants you. “Why not?” You ask, leaning in to nuzzle right at his jaw. He pants hot against your ear. “You wonder about it, don’t you? How you’d ever manage to stuff your cock inside of me when I’m so small and tight down there.”

His hand is fisted into the sofa cushion— you have to pry it off, and up. His hand fits between your legs easily, like it belonged there. Thick fingers pressed against the damp cotton shielding your pussy from him. He moans pathetically. “Jesus,” he groans. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

His gaze fixes on the tug of your bottom lip between your teeth, the coyness in the tiniest action. But your mouth falls open as he presses his fingers a little harder, feels the saturated fabric mold against your cunt. “Ah— yeah— just… to the side—“ You gasp. Your thighs tremble where you hold yourself up, as he hooks two fingers in the damp cotton and pulls it to the side to reveal your pretty little pussy.

A pretty gasp escapes your lips as his thumb traces the line of you, from your twitching hole, desperate to be filled, up to your aching clit. All of that youthful bravado disappears the second he touches your cunt where you need, replaced with an all-consuming, primal need. “Please, please—“ You gasp.

He could say no. He should say no. He should pull your panties back into place, fix your shorts, and send you on your way with his driver. But he doesn’t. “Hold your shorts to the side,” he says, and you obey immediately, like you’ve been compelled to. Your pretty fingers hook into the nylon fabric, gather up the cotton of your panties too, and you tug them so he can have full access to your cunt.

“C’mere, kiddo,” he coos, tugging you closer,so you’re just barely hovering over his cock. You’re panting, breath shaky from anticipation as you grind your hips down, eyes fluttering at the tiniest bit of stimulation. “That’s it. Just relax for me.”

The press of his cockhead against your entrance makes you whine softly. Your hole twitches, pulsing, begging for more. The sound that you make when the first inch sinks inside is like pure fucking music— the way your brows knit and your free hand grabs at his shoulder to stay grounded. He stops moving, he lets you do the work.

And— Jesus— you’re fucking tight. He feels you squeezing around him like a vise, like your pussy was made to milk him dry. Soft, whimpery gasps fall from your lips alongside your staccato breaths, your face a vision of something along the lines of pain and pleasure. He mouths at your jaw, mumbling against your skin. “You’ve almost got it, kiddo, just a little more.”

You whine at that, brow furrowed in concentration as you finally take him to the hilt, so you’re fully seated on his cock. You look drunk on it, on him. He glances down and looks at where your pussy flares open to accommodate him and feels dizzy with the need to hold you in place and fuck into the wet, sucking heat of your cunt.

“Fuck, I’ve gotta move,” he groans. You nod breathlessly. “Can you take it? Tell me you can take it.”

A moment’s hesitation, but you nod. “I can— I can take it.”

He plants his feet and holds you by your waist, keeping you where he wants you, as he pulls out and drives back in, burying himself deep. Your moan is strangled, muffled in the fabric of his tee shirt as you bite down. He relishes in your pretty noises with each rough thrust back in, in the wet smack of his balls against your pussy, and the slick sounds of dripping, sticky arousal. Your body jostled each time he bottoms out, eyes rolling back.

This is what you’ve wanted, what you’ve been craving. Art Donaldson all to yourself, if only for the night. He’s not going to last long— not when it’s you and you’re so tight and hot around him— but you aren’t either. Clumsy, shaking hands toy with your clit as he drives himself in again and again and again. “That’s it,” he groans. “Touch yourself like that. God, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight, kiddo, fuck—“

You cum with a muffled cry into his shoulder, walls spasming and gripping his cock tight as you finish. Slick, creamy arousal circles the base of his cock, makes everything sound stickier and more obscene. He fucks into you, panting and groaning the most delicious sounds as he lets your walls milk him for all he’s worth. One, two more deep thrusts and he’s done for— balls drawing up as he spills hot and thick into your cunt.

You’re limp in his arms, all tired out. A soft whine escapes your lips as he pulls out, leaving you empty and dripping with his spend. He’s quick to pull your panties and shorts back into place, making sure that nothing drips and makes a mess before he tugs up his own clothes. You laugh breathlessly as he lets you wrap yourself around him like a koala, nuzzling into his shoulder.

“Can I go home tomorrow?” You mumble, nosing at his throat.

He rubs your back. “Whatever you want, kiddo.”

[heatwa-ves]

8, 19 & 25 for the end of year ask game :3

8. Game of the year?

citizen sleeper my friend citizen sleeper. P3 also.... P3 moreso even but I need to shoutout citizen sleeper it's a masterpiece

19. What're you excited about for next year?

im seeing ballet shoes in january 🙂‍↕️💖 it's what's keeping me going fr I'm excited to be back on my theatre grind I haven't been since July there's a couple other shows I'm gonna see next year too.

25. Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one

I actually don't think I did?!?! This was just a big year in developing existing ocs actually wait forget that. just remembered my jojo ocs 🙂‍↕️ joanna you will always be famous eve you will always be famous ellie you will always be famous damiano and emilia are also there. joanna is great she's 35 and hanging on by a fucking thread and eve is her situationship who quite literally crashed through the window of her office building and ellie is like twelve and scene this is very important also this all takes place in 2006

[artdcnaldson]

yes!! you get it!! forcibly feminising art, calling him your pretty gf, making him wear frilly skirts and matching collars at home... then going out in public on a nice date with only both of you knowing that he's wearing a lacy matching set under his clothes. also making him "scissor" you as the only way he gets to cum.🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

MMMMMM <3 so much of this that I love <3

I imagine this as like a cocky, fratboy era at Stanford where he needs to be severely humbled. He’s bossy and strings you along and you just think he needs to be taught a lesson!

You convince him to let you tie him up, mainly because he doesn’t think you have it in you to take charge. But the second his pretty wrists are cuffed to the headboard with fuzzy pink handcuffs and your whole demeanor switches, he knows he severely underestimated you.

Just barely rubbing spit slick fingers over his tip and asking if it feels good when you play with his clit like that, pinching and rolling and teasing his nipples and telling him how much you love his tits <3 he’s blushing and squirming and pouting like he hates it, but you can feel how hard he is, pressing against your thigh as you straddle him.

“please—“ he practically whines, bucking up, seeking friction. You kiss his pretty lips and murmur something about your sweet, needy girlfriend. His whine of protest sounds a lot like a moan. He’s stuck in a delicious place between complete mortification and being so turned on he can barely think when you slot your legs between his so your pussy fits right at his base and you start grinding against him.

He shouldn’t be so turned on when you tell him how much you love scissoring with your pretty girlfriend. When he begs to fuck you properly and you tell him he cums from this or not at all. And he does. Cum from just scissoring. He makes a huge mess of shooting his load against your thigh, so it drips down your leg and just makes everything hotter and wetter and he comes so hard he thinks he sees god.

After that it doesn’t take any bondage at all. Art will let you sit in his lap and apply pretty lipgloss to his lips and dress him in skirts because “those pretty legs deserve to be shown off.” He lays back as you use your wand on his cock and say you want to make him squirt. He nuzzles against your hand when you pet his face and call him your sweet girl.

Yeah, it’s not so hard to tame fratboy!art.

[artdcnaldson]

https://x.com/valfemdom/status/1820198256074252566?s=46

https://x.com/cuddlesfemdom/status/1820196996319433088?s=46

https://x.com/evafemdom/status/1692915657703034982?s=46

https://x.com/mommymegsboys/status/1819478998423879889?s=46

https://x.com/catboydoodie/status/1819412882490118462?s=46

Here are some of those links I was talking abt cat hehehehe

Also can I be 🍓 anon?

RAHHHHHHH this is so perfect im so obsessed i hope u enjoy my little musings for each 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ happy to expand on any of them if yall want!!

Link 1 — this is soooo teasing virgin!Art to me <333 he’s so desperate for pussy but you tease him telling him his virginity is special and he needs to think before he just gives it away 🥰 but he can fuck your thighs, right near your pussy so he feels how wet and sticky he makes you <3

Link 2 — RAHHHHH overstimming Art 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ his tip is all sensitive and achy from you making him cum once, but it’s just so fun to tease over the head of his cock with your fingers and dig your thumb into his tip until he’s whining and his body jerks with each pass of your hand mhmm mhmmm

Link 3 — Imagining this as an older Art, maybe 2011-ish era? Still got his pretty princess curls but he’s def a little more confident, a baby dom in the making 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ grinding on your strap, fucking into your hand, cumming onto your tits to get off bc you were bratty and don’t deserve to cum, but he can still use you to get off 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Link 4 — Frankly this is more Patrick to me bc I simply cannot seperate him from the idea of car sex 😵‍💫 BUT…. Fucking art in his jeep after a first date, face down while he pounds against your ass, windows all fogged up, the car rocking on the chassis. He wants to be a gentleman, wants to take things slow, be a decent guy, but your fucking skimpy dress and fuck me eyes were too much for the poor boy :(( just needs to rail into that soaked, tight pussy until his car smells like sex and he needs his car realigned.

Link 5 — ouhghughhhh jerking off art and playing w him after a big match <3 he’s all tired and has so much energy so you just want to help him feel better, to coddle him like he deserves <3 jerking him off with your legs wrapped around him, mouthing at his throat and praising him so sweetly while he whines and pants. Teasing his nipples to really make him squirm. He cums so much, paints all over his chest and tummy until he’s spent and panting and ready to crash.

[artdcnaldson]

deer!reader is actually so important to me………………………

also can’t stop thinking about like. art and patrick making you hold your bladder……………. sorry to the anon who was anti piss

Sighhh puppy reader 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

When Patrick started plying you with water, you should’ve known he had less than innocent intentions. Because now you’re squirming where he holds you in his lap, whining and grinding the heel of your palm against your pussy like it might help you stave off the desperate need to go.

“Hold it,” Patrick says, his expression full of amusement. “Only bad puppies piss inside. I’ll rub your nose in it, I swear to god.” He knows you’ll safeword if you actually reach your limit, that if you weren’t into it you’d tell him to fuck off.

But you liked it— you liked his control over you, over all of you. When you can drink, when you can cum, when you can pee. Your legs are crossed, squeezed tight as you fight the desperate urge to let go. How long had it been since you told him you needed to pee, an hour? More?

He’s hard from all of your squirming, cock pressing against your ass, groaning against the shell of your ear. He’d stripped you down so you were only wearing your panties, pristine white cotton that just made things worse.

His hand splays across your stomach, presses just above your pelvis. You whimper, legs kicking out. “I’m just giving my puppy a belly rub,” he coos, all condescending. “Lay there and take it like a good girl.”

You whine as he applies more pressure, as you feel your body fighting against the need to empty your bladder. He paws at your tits, groping, pulling and pinching at your nipples until you moan, until your body relaxes. Only for a moment.

It’s all it takes for a small gush to spill from you, wetting the front of your panties. It’s perfect— euphoric even— that feeling of release after wanting and wanting. You let out a moan before you find the wherewithal to clench your pelvic floor, to fight the urge to just let go.

Patrick groans as he feels your piss soak his lap, hot and slick. “Dirty fuckin’ mutt,” he mutters against the shell of your ear. “Making a mess. I trained you better than that.” Hot tears slip from your cheeks as he presses firm on your pelvis, as you feel your urge to empty your bladder grow. “C’mon, puppy. Make a mess.”

You moan pathetically as you finally relax, finally release. Your head falls back as you feel your thighs grow slick, as your panties soak and cling hot to your skin. You pant weakly once you’ve finished, thighs trembling with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Patrick pushes you off his lap and into the floor, grabs you by your hair and shoves your face into his lap. “Told you I’d fucking rub your nose in it” he pulls down his boxers, soaked in your piss, and you take him into your mouth immediately. “That’s it— be a good fuckin’ puppy and clean up your mess.”

He tastes bitter on your tongue, but you don’t care. You let him bully his way into your throat, use your mouth like a fleshlight. He shoves your head down, jostles you by your hair. Your nose is buried in his pubes, filled with his musk and the scent of urine.

“That’s it. Filthy fuckin’ bitch.” You drool and gag, it only makes it hotter for him. He wants you dirty, he wants you debased. Fuck it, you want it too.

When he cums, it’s sudden— hot ropes painted directly against the back of your throat. You swallow obediently, let him pull you off by your hair. He’s panting, smiling wide like he’s pleased with himself.

“Good dog.”

[artdcnaldson]

This is inspired by the fact that I’m now in my dorm… but imagine going into virgin!arts room, telling him to sit at his desk chair, then lower yourself onto him and look straight into his eyes as you grind against him and make him moan so loud that people in the hall can hear…

Also I have been extra feral for Josh/patrick/whoever lately but maybe it’s bc I’m going to get my period soon… anyways I wanna stick it in so bad, I just need a nice good fuck with him too 😁

GODDDD!!!!!

Giving him a lap dance 🥰🥰 he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, poor baby 😭 just clenching his fists into the side of the chair, eyes wide as you grind against him. His cock is sooo hard in his boxers he’s just begging and begging for you to please please please fuck him 💔 but he has to take what he gets!! You’re having fun teasing him and grinding against his poor leaky cock 🙂‍↕️

[artdcnaldson]

https://www.tumblr.com/artdcnaldson/757928030742167552/httpsxcomvalfemdomstatus1820198256074252566 hehehehehe im so glad u liked themmm

I also thought the car one was semi Patrick but I was literally thinking of the jeep scene where art was like grinding onto tashi and I was like yep I gotta fuck him in that parking lot 😌

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EXACTLYYY I was thinking about that scene and I was like ouhghhhhh yeah I need to fuck him in his jeep while it still has that new car smell 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️