#stepdad!art

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in the shower

pairing: stepdad!art x shy!reader synopsis: reader seeing her stepdad pleasuring himself in the shower makes her unable to resist touching herself. warnings/tags: smut, stepcest, masturbation (f, m), voyeurism, reader is lowkey a FREAK MDNI!!! wc: 1k a/n; talking about stepcest with my girl jay turned into me pulling up my laptop and immediately writing this. this one's for you @gibson-g1rl ♡ i need to get so nasty with him he breaks his hip.

art masterlist ♡

you knew that borderline obsessively writing your stepdad's name down in your diary and circling it with a little heart wasn't anywhere near normal. in fact, if anyone in your life knew the nasty little diary entries you wrote about him, they'd probably call you insane.

but really, how normal could you be over your stepdad when it was someone as dreamy as art donaldson?

you honestly couldn't recount how many times you'd slipped your hand into your pajama shorts, watching a porn video on twitter of a blond man who looked even slightly similar to him, secretly looking through art's old tennis matches while your small bullet vibrator was pressed against your clit, even going as far as to flirting and exchanging pictures and videos with strangers on twitter just because they looked like him.

and all the times he walked around the house shirtless... when he'd get done with a workout, his chiseled chest covered in a sheen of sweat. how you'd made him one of his disgusting smoothies while he was working out, giving it to him with the most bashful smile on your lips and running off after he thanked you and offered you one of his award-winning grins. whenever you tried to say a word to him, you got absolutely tongue-tied so usually, you tended to try and avoid him, except when it was to do some kind of favor for him, whether it'd be to make him a snack or one of his gross smoothies.

but the worst thing, the worst time? that time you heard small groans coming from the master bathroom.

you swore you weren't snooping when you went into the bedroom he shared with your mom; you were just looking for the charger your mom had borrowed from you the day before. it wasn't your fault that you happened to hear the shower running, accompanied by the sound of grunting and panting.

i mean, anyone would check that whoever was in the shower was alright, wouldn't they? even though you knew that it was only art and you, but he could've injured himself somehow, right? and, he even left the door slightly ajar. it would've been totally irresponsible if you hadn't checked.

you took a few more silent steps towards the door, pushing it just so it was open a tiny bit more, just enough to give you a view of the shower through the slightly fogged-up bathroom mirror.

art's head was thrown back, his hand jerking on his crotch. you needed to get on your tiptoes to see his long, pretty fingers wrapped around his cock.

your breath got stuck in your throat. he was so pretty, the blissed-out expression that decorated his face, pretty pink nipples hard and perky. art's abs were glistening from the soap he had lathered all over himself, the suds slowly running down his body, leading to where his hand was jerking himself off, the tip of his long cock angry and pink.

you didn't even realize that you'd started palming your hard nipples through the thin fabric of your tank top until art let out a breathy "fuck..." making you tug on it almost out of instinct, biting down on your lower lip.

honestly... it would be such a shame to let a sight that pretty go to waste, right?

you licked the tips of your fingers, sliding your hand into your leggings until your hand met the lacy waistband of your panties. you didn't know how long you had until art would be done, so you had to be quick.

you slipped your fingers into your panties, your head lulling back when your fingers met with your core, your folds already getting slick. when you pressed your fingers against your clit, a small gasp escaped your lips, covered up by the falling water.

you watched as art jerked himself off in the shower, all the small noises you could make out going straight to your cunt. you increased the speed that you were using to draw circles on your clit as you leaned against the doorway, your breathing getting more out of control.

bringing your hand to cover your mouth, you watched as art increased the pace of his hand, feeling the knot in your lower abdomen get tighter and tighter as you closed your eyes and thought about what it'd feel like to be the one to jerk his pretty cock, to have him in your mouth, to have him come all the way down your throat, to get to finally know how his release would taste, if his gross health foods actually made him taste good.

you were in your own world, tuning out almost everything until you heard someone let out a moan, and when you managed to crack your eyes open, white, thick ropes of cum were spurtinig from art's cock. you couldn't help but wish that it was you he was coming for. that you were in that shower, kneeling in front of him while he painted your face with his release.

finally, the band in your stomach snapped, and you couldn't help it, the hand that had previously been covering your mouth almost automatically gripping the doorway as a choked moan left your lips, your orgasm crashing over you.

you didn't have time to come down, though; almost as soon as you realized how loud the noise you'd let out had been, the shower was turned off.

"hello?" art's voice rang out in the echo of the bathroom, making you let out a gasp. you ducked your head out of the doorway, your fingers covered in your own arousal as you sprinted out of the room he shared with your mom.

art stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist; he could've sworn he heard something. the blond frowned as he combed his fingers through his wet hair, his feet padding against the damp floor.

but the moment he stepped out of the bathroom, his bare foot was met with something sharp, causing art to take a sharp inhale of breath. he furrowed his brows as he lifted his foot; the culprit behind his minor injury had been a necklace with a broken clasp.

and he knew exactly who the necklace belonged to.

-🐞

GODDDD!!!!

Patrick is so floored when he sees the way you worship the ground Art walks on. When you're sitting at the table asking, "How was practice today, daddy?" with a straight face like it doesn't make your pussy gush to say it.

How you change into your cute little skimpy jammies after dinner— panties on display beneath one of Art's big shirts, and he can see them when you curl on your side and lay across Art's lap to watch whatever movie you put on TV.

Patrick's staying in the guest room beside yours, stays up all night listening to you whine daddy daddy daddy while you fuck yourself with a myriad of toys you keep stashed in your bedside table. This isn't just about Art, it's about him getting a goddamn break from the teasing too.

By the next night, he's gotten into Art's head enough to have you pinned beneath both of them on the bed. Patrick's thick cock stretching your lips wide, jaw aching as he bounces your skull off of his dick. And Art buried in the sweet, tight, wet pussy he's been dreaming about since he said his marriage vows.

“You’re a fucking mess— it’s what you deserve for being such a goddamn tease, isn’t it?” Patrick pulls you off of his cock to slap you across the face, and you moan. “Isn’t it?”

You’re so fucked out you can’t manage more than a weak, “uh-huh—“ before your mouth is back on Patrick’s cock and he’s using your throat as a fleshlight.

And Art— god— is so lost in it. In watching the way your tight cunt swallows up his thick cock, watches the muscles around your entrance flutter and stretch to accommodate his size. He tries to go slow, to be good, but you don’t want that. You want him to dominate you, to bully your pussy and punish you for months of being such a fucking whore for him. Until he’s pumped two loads inside and your cunt is all creamy and messy for him.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ movie night

pairing: stepdad!art x shy!reader synopsis: reader has a movie night with her stepdad. warnings/tags: smut, fluff MDNI! wc: 1.5k a/n; no thoughts head stepdad!art

shy masterlist ♡ art masterlist

two things had been filling your entire brain capacity for the past two weeks; your stepdad, and the locket you wore every day. you'd looked for the family heirloom for ages, but it was like it had vanished into thin air. as for your stepdad...

you'd been doing your best to avoid art to the best of your ability because whenever you saw him, your mind was filled with filthy thoughts of him; you'd always had fantasies about him but seeing your stepdad showering had made it all so much worse.

every time you even got a glimpse of his hands, all you could think about were the way his hands had been wrapped around his cock, or when he threw his head back to laugh, all you could think about was the way his head had been thrown back in utter bliss, and when you heard his voice... all your mind could conjure up the moan he let out when he came.

so, you'd come to the conclusion that the best course of action was to steer clear from him, unless you wanted your panties to get wet at the breakfast table; and your plan worked well. until your mother decided to go away for a spa weekend with her best friend, leaving you alone with art. because the moment your feet touched the first floor, your stepdad's head turned to look at you.

art was sitting on the couch, some old tv-show paused on tv, a small smile playing on his face, "you wanna watch a movie with me or something? i can make some popcorn?"

every part of you wanted to say no. every part of you knew you should say know to his mostly-blue eyes. every fiber of you knew you should say to the inviting smile that played on his lips. but your heart, your pussy, they were the ones in charge.

"alright." you said, taking a deep breath, tiptoing to the couch. while art got up, walking towards the kitchen.

"pick any movie you wanna watch!" your stepdad called out from the kitchen, a small laugh escaping your lips as your hand was on the remote, scrolling through netflix's horror movie selection.

"what if it scares you?" you call out in response.

you could hear his warm laughtering from the other room as art called back at out, "then you'll have to cover my eyes!"

in less than ten minutes, there was a warm bowl of popcorn resting on art's lap as the two of you were starting to watch 'the cabin in the woods', but when your hand reached for some of the popcorn, you felt art's hand wrap around your wrist. your eyes widened and your gaze moved up to his eyes, only for the man to let go of your hand with a sheepish smile, leaning over to place the bowl onto the coffee table and turning to look at you. "there's something i need to give you."

"what is it?"

"close your eyes and hold out your hands." art said in a low voice, causing you to shake your head and chuckle as you pressed your eyes closed and held out your hand. you felt something cold meet the warm palm of your hand, causing a shiver to go down your spine.

"can i open my eyes now?" you asked softly, and when you heard a soft 'mmhm', you did so, your eyes widening and a gasp escaping your lips as soon as you realized what was cradled in the palm of your hands, the confused expression turning into an elated one." "how did you find this?!"

"oh, it was in front of the master bathroom." art said with a small, casual smile, your entire body freezing and all breath knocking out of your body as you registered the words, "turn around."

you turned your back to art, not daring to breathe out as you pressed your eyes closed, nearly feeling moisture gather in your eyes the moment you felt a cold metal touch the warm skin of the back of your neck, causing shivers to run down your spine, the hairs at the nape of your neck rising.

you could feel a familiar tingling sensation gathering in your stomach as you felt the back of art's fingers brush against your skin, causing you to let out a shaky breath as you involuntarily arched your head back as if chasing his touch.

your eyes immediately snapped open and you pulled away, turning to face art again, your heart feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest, your cheeks feeling so warm you would've been sure it was a fever if it wasn't for the wetness you could feel gathering between the thighs that you pressed against one another for some kind of friction. art simply gave you a friendly smile, before reaching for the bowl of popcorn again, pulling it back into his lap and turning back to the tv.

you couldn't focus on anything happening on the tv, even if your eyes were glued to it. you couldn't even taste the popcorn that you kept occasionally picking up from the bowl and shoving into your mouth, too occupied thinking about what art's touch, and if his hand accidentally brushing against the back of your neck could make your heart nearly jump out of your chest, how would it feel to have his lips on your neck, trailing down to your collarbones, his hand moving to cup-

"can i ask you something?"

your thoughts were interrupted by art's sudden question as you held a handful of popcorn in your hand, shrugging with a small, "sure." as you brought the popcorn to your lips.

"were you watching me shower a few weeks ago?"

you nearly choked on the popcorn you'd just eaten, letting out a few coughs and reaching for your drink, your eyes a wide as saucers. if you were flustered before, now, the only thing that could describe your state of mind was straight-up mortified. "w-what? no!"

art leaned his head against the couch cushions, his brows raising slightly as he looked at you; why on earth did he have the kind of gaze that made him into a human lie detector when it came to you? you looked down at your lap in shame, fiddling with your hands, "i'm sorry, i shouldn't ha-"

before you could finish your sentence, art's fingers had gripped your chin, turning your head so you were facing him. there was a small smile playing on his lips, but before you could question him on it, your stepdad had crashed his lips on yours.

you were caught off-guard, but when you felt his hand slowly make its way towards the back of your head, you eased into the kiss, your lips molding against his.

art slowly pushed you to lay down on the couch, his lips leaving yours as he begun to pepper kisses down to your ear, sucking your earlobe into his mouth in a way that made your toes curl before he started slowly tracing your jawline with little kisses, interrupted only by small nips that he kept switching to, and each time his teeth touched your skin, you couldn't help the whimpers that escaped your lips.

art's hand slowly moved down to cup your chest, circling his thumb on your hardening nipple before continuing to move it down your body, and every inch that his hand got closer to your aching cunt caused you to arch into him more and more.

art's lips were on your neck, his hand sliding into the waistband of your shorts. you let out a small gasp when you felt him touch you over your panties, starting to chase the feeling.

he nipped your neck, and you let out a soft whimper that mixed in with a chuckle as you brought your hand to the back of his neck, tugging him closer to you as the wet patch in your panties grew bigger and bigger.

you let out a moan when one of his fingers started to approach the waistband of your panties, arching into his touch more and more.

but all of it came shattering down when art's phone began ringing on the coffee table; the man pulled away from your neck, pulling his finger away from your shorts and sitting up on the couch with wide eyes, looking at you as if he realized that what he was doing was something he'd regret; like you were a virus to avoid.

ignoring the throbbing between your legs, you sat up, trying to ignore the tears stinging in your eyes, "i'm just- i'll just go upstairs." you mumbled, running up the stairs.

art let out a sigh, ignoring the ringing of his phone and pressing the balls of his hands against his eyes, the man listening to your receding footsteps against the wooden stairs.

the moment your head was pressed against your pillow, there were only two things on your mind; how big of a mistake that was. and how much you wanted him to touch you like that again, even though it should never, ever happen again.

shy! shy! shy!

“no way a girl that sweet has one dirty bone in her body.”

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ art’s shy stepdaughter who leaves the room when he tries to talk to her beyond small talk. who always mumbles her answers to him, always hiding her face. he thinks it’s because she doesn’t like him, but she’s just trying to cool down the warmth of her face.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ art’s shy stepdaughter who’s always doing him little favors. she makes him little snack plates, smoothies, and often bakes for him on the pretense of baking for the whole family. he thinks his wife is making her do this, but when he tells his wife that she really doesn’t have to, she just looks at him like he grew a second head.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ art’s shy stepdaughter who loves her younger stepsister!! she always spends time with lily when it’s art’s time to have her over, whether it’s by trying to educate lily on how old barbie movies are clearly superior to the new ones, or whatever shenanigan she can get up to.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ art’s shy stepdaughter whose eyes widen whenever art touches her. one time he ruffled her hair and smiled at her and she squeaked and ran out of the room.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ art’s shy stepdaughter who can’t help but touch herself when thinking about her stepfather! who’s gone into the room he shares with her mother when no one’s home, smelling his shampoo on his pillow. that night he was confused as to where one of his pillows had disappeared off to, not knowing that she was currently in her own room, riding his pillow while imagining it was him, her laptop playing one of his old tennis matches.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ art’s shy stepdaughter who’s always walking around in tiny clothes, making art immediately feel ashamed for how he ogles her.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ art’s shy stepdaughter who not only writes in her journal about art, but also has an nsfw tumblr where she constantly posts about how obsessed she’s with her stepdad.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ art’s shy stepdaughter whose stepdad thinks she hates him, or is indifferent towards him, not knowing that he’s the only thing that gets her wet.

“and i don’t care if you degrade me…

cause after all, you are my safety

and everything you touch just feels like yours to me. ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡”

in the shower (smut)

art’s stepdaughter catches him pleasuring himself and can’t help touching herself to the sight.

movie night (fluff, smut)

reader has a movie night with her stepdad.

hi daddy cat, sorry, but im in a stepcest mood and found this old gem and now it’s infiltrated my brain

Just reread this…

GOD!!!

stepdad!art… dbf!patrick….. I’m dizzy…

i was thinking maybe stepdad art whos trying sooooo hard not to give in bc he’s just such a good husband ykyk

maybe it’s too much idk

LOVE YOU IM YOUR FAN MUAK 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

OOOOO YES 18+ cw: stepcest

poor, weak art donaldson with a slutty stepdaughter.

he’s in his 30s and too old for your little games and daddy problems. but god, it kills him when you flash him a tit when your mom isn’t looking and sit on his lap in the sauna.

he tries so hard (lies, that’s what he tells himself to make himself feel better) to brush you off. but you’re insistent. he only realizes the extent of your insane lust for him when he confronts you and turns you down for a second time and your once harmless games get dangerous.

you plant fake texts in his phone, making it seem like he wants to fuck you, knowing that your mom is gonna find them later. you set him up and have your mom find you in compromising positions, like him naked in the shower with you (you picked the bathroom lock and snuck in) or with his hands groping your tits (you put them there just milliseconds before your mom enters the room).

it’s so sick. art is so pissed at you for trying to ruin his marriage, getting all over him when he doesn’t want you, and being so irresistibly hot, it actually hurts to not fuck you.

he could’ve avoided all this by fucking you when your infatuation first became evident, but, by refusing you, your desire only grows and it turns into a terrible game of cat and mouse that’s not going to end well.