#sugar daddy!art

[tashism]

procrastinating thinking about… master manipulator!art… master manipulator!art who’s not technically your sugar daddy he just acts like one but he’s just your older bf… walk with me.

he finds some unstable college girl and makes it his life’s mission to fix her — to his standards, of course. letting you stay in his all too lavish apartment for nights on end because you just can’t stand to stay on campus, buying you little designer trinkets as “incentive” to keep pushing in your classes. the latest was a miu miu wallet and it was just for writing a paper — a three page paper. double spaced. he’s done a pretty good job of getting you pathetically dependent on his approval, his love, his praise. he’s still got plenty of work to do, though.

he sits you on his lap and strokes your hair while you whine and whine about going to a small college, about how you wish you didn’t have to go at all. “how about…” god, you always know when he’s about to tell you what to do, a command thinly veiled by the tone of suggestion. “applying to transfer to nyu? it’s so much closer to me, angel. then you don’t have to worry about taking like, 50 fucking trains every morning, and i don’t have to worry about if you’re okay or not”. he smiles, pulling your leg so your straddling his thigh.

“i’m a big girl, art”

“barely” the last thing he needs is you pulling this conversation away from his objective, especially over the obvious fact that you’re old enough to ride the train by yourself. “you can’t just not go to school”

“why not?”

“because” his hand comes to hold your face, his palm swallowing up the bottom of your jaw, his fingertips pressing into your cheeks. “you need an education, even if you stay up in this apartment for the rest of your life. i won’t be around to buy you shit forever”

“oh, so you’re breaking up with me”

he can’t help but laugh at you. always so dramatic and whiny about every fucking thing he says. “c’mon, tell me you’ll apply” he’s practically cooing at you, squishing your cheeks just enough to make it a little harder for you to talk. you take the hint, just resigning to nodding your head. you’re so easy for him. “and if you get in?”

“i’ll go” you whisper through squished lips, the space between your eyebrows all crinkled up from slight annoyance. “that’s my girl” he praises, kissing your pouted lips. “whatcha gonna study? gonna be a teacher? spend all your summers with me?” he’s right back to not letting you get a word in, shoving idea after idea into that pretty little head, getting you all excited over empty promises. “where’re we gonna go, huh? venice? rhodes? where, baby? you pick, we’re there”

jesus, if he’s living this far above his pay grade, it looks like you are gonna need that education.

[hazbinvalvelvox]

Velvette: So, how much Vox said we could spend ?

Valentino: he didn’t say, …

Velvette: Does he even know you got his card?

Valentino: (smiles innocent but evil) I thought you told him

Love this kind of art

Art by nyankoi1412 on X (twitter)

[hexcii]

Tosses him into an anime opening, go cherry blossom date. Go Mr. Moneybags

@ping-ski I am madly in love with him. And making him pay my medical expenses

Girl help I’m being stolen

Also tagging @r0tting-rat cause I know just how insane you are about this man. Freak /j

[bull3t-f0r-my-v4lentine]

false alarm (???)

[padiduys]

VIP guests

[prodigal-san]

First RadioApple doodle of the year 🥳 I’m in Japan for the holidays and all the shopping couples inspired me to draw for my Sugar Daddy/Baby AU 💛

This actually turned out cute so I might expand/make a better version someday 😂 who knows~

[matchpointfaist]

dilf sugar daddy!art paying for my european vacation please my beloved

well yes 😁😁😁

a/n: got a little carried away w my freak

art wanted you to have all the best things in life, especially the experience of traveling. he’d swipe his card on any flight without batting an eye. scotland for the summer? of course! amsterdam for the spring? well why wouldn’t he! he’d fund your traipsing around paris, italy, anywhere you heart desired, so long as you sent him plenty of photos if he couldn’t go with you.

your birthday gift was an all expenses paid, two week trip to london with your best friend. he was so excited for you to see it, telling you all about how he’d enjoyed his stay when he’d played tournaments in the city.

you spent days packing, every outfit meticulously put together, all your days planned out to perfection. art was so patient, so helpful, sitting eagerly watching you try on everything you’d packed. he was no real help, of course, simply telling you you looked beautiful in every single thing you put on, but the effort was nice regardless.

when he dropped you off at the airport, he’d gone through a checklist twice, making sure you had everything you needed and that you were ready. he kissed you desperately at the gate, mumbling that he’d miss you against your lips, holding you as close as he could until it was time for your departure. as soon as you landed, you’d send him a selfie, all big smiles and glittering eyes, and he knew it was all worth it.

you sent him photos all week, calling him at night just to hear his voice for a moment, making sure it was really alright that you went to a number of places on his dime. the answer was always yes, of course. he’d just smile when he got each bank notification, his heart warmed at the thought of you swiping a card with his name on it.

he couldn’t keep his hands off of you when you finally came home, kissing you dizzy as soon as you walked into the baggage claim, picking you up and spinning you around just like the movies. “missed you so much, pretty girl,” he told you between kisses, “so so much,”

he couldn’t even keep his hands to himself long enough to drive, having called a driver to escort you back home just so he could spend more time with your lips on his. “art,” you giggled as his kisses trailed lower, “we can’t-“ he shook his head, rolling up the partition and continuing down your chest with a grin, “it’s fine, baby. just be quiet, yeah?”

his hand crept past the waistband of your sweatpants, his fingers sliding underneath the lace your of your panties easily, a soft groan leaving his lips at the slick already collected there. “god, you greedy thing,” he mumbled, circling the pad of his finger against your clit. you muffled your moans against his chest, clinging to his shirt, praying the driver couldn’t hear you.

“show me how you missed me, baby,” he hummed, his free hand cradling the back of your head, running his thumb against your hair gently. “missed you s’much, art,” you practically whimpered, “god, you have no idea,” “that’s my girl,” he smiled, speeding up his motions against you, your thighs shaking around his hand, “go on, pretty. come for me,”

you came so quickly after that, clenching your thighs around him, biting down on his shirt to keep from moaning any louder than you already had. he withdrew his hand after working you through your high, tapping his finger against your bottom lip. you opened your mouth, practically trained, and wrapped your lips around his fingers, cleaning them off with a soft sigh.

“such a good girl,” he praised, kissing your forehead, “gonna suck my cock like that tonight, baby? hm?” you nodded, eager with need, “of course,”

what was a week away from you when he had you like this so soon after your return, he thought to himself, what was a week when he’d have you forever?

[sneaky-eel]

A modern au with no assassins and Desmond instead rebels against Bill by becoming an internet thot/onlyfans like model and Bill can’t do jack shit because a. Desmond is 25 and b. he makes enough money that Bill can’t threaten to cut him off. Bill owns a very successful business and Desmond plasters his own name around to embarrass him, like, “Why yes, my name is Desmond MILES. Son of WILLIAM MILES!”

More art under cut!

Bill isn’t to happy when his own employees find Desmond’s page.

His mom is there, she is the head of private security for Bill. Since Desmond came back into their lives, she tries to be supportive, but that woman can’t do anything in halves.

She also has some of her men keeping an eye on him to ensure he is safe. Desmond gets embarrassed but doesn’t block her because he doesn’t want to make her sad.

[martiansodas-blog]

[bixbiboom]

My husband

Ariks Eshteross

Official art by @agarthanguide

[littledozerdraws]

💞 gay married Sugar Daddy Ken and Earring Magic Ken – full image and more(!!!) on Patreon

[adetolasblog]

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[wormholephobia]

This Viktor and this Jayce… daddy/toyboy vibe…… awooga

[choking-on-ice]

Vampy Silco x Viktor WIP!

with every person who sees my favorite gay disabled men in a dramatic homoerotic situation my power grows

[lesbianacorn]

hey girl

[sunbleanchedcassie]

EXCUSE ME??????

NUH-UH

calling for SERIOUS SUGAR DADDY. i mean it. i’m done with this shit TF.