I Aim To Please, But My Aim Aint That Good!

having thoughts about t4t cowboy artrick | 18+ MDNI

two boys who met on a ranch out in a desert town, the distance from civilization and the quiet of the work keeping them safe from suspicion, from having to reveal secrets that they’d rather keep close to their chests. but they find comfort in each other—in the stupid, small smile Art affords Patrick across the field, in the flicks to the hat that Patrick fondly gives Art as he passes him on his spotted mare. they rarely speak for the first few months, but the farther down the line they get, the more comfortable they become with one another. soon they’re eating lunch side by side, taking jobs together, and Patrick even shares his cigarettes with Art when they have breaks to keep them from sweltering in the sun.

Patrick will ask Art what it’s like to be a blue-eyed cowboy, what with the sun sensitivity and all. it makes Art laugh, and it makes his stomach twist to know that Patrick looks at his eyes. Art asks Patrick about his mare: how long he’s had her, what her favorite snacks are, how she likes to be brushed. it only takes a few weeks for Patrick to notice that Art took his answers to heart, treating his girl the way she likes. it’s the little things that drive them closer together, that drive them to lingering looks and brushes of fingers as the pass saddles and ropes between them. it makes Art’s head spin when he catches Patrick’s eyes on him—it makes Patrick’s stomach clench when Art flashes him that smile. it’s all boiling under the surface until they both can’t handle it anymore.

all those big feelings come to pass when Patrick takes Art back to his room in the company building under the guise of “smoking and drinking” but they’re barely through the door before Art is pressed against the wall next to the, Patrick’s hands all over his toned body. Art moans softly, going pliant under his touch, his own hands cradling the back of Patrick’s head, tangling in his hair. “wanted this for so long…can barely stand the way you smile at me, fucking tease—“ Patrick moans out between kisses, his stomach twisting at the sound of Art’s returning whines and soft sounds. “my smile turn you on? that’s a new one.” the blonde shot back, laughing softly when Patrick lightly smacked his hip, lips moving down to his jaw. “don’t sass me..not right now..”

it was a shock that Art promptly shut his mouth, letting the brunette guide him to the bed and toss him down. he watched with rapt attention as he undressed himself, pulling off his shirt and his sweaty tank top before his hands reached for his belt. “wait.” Art said, sitting up and slowly crawling to the edge of the bed. he looped his fingers into Patrick’s belt loops, tugging him closer, eyes looking up into his. “may i..cowboy?” he asked in a soft tone, full of desire. Patrick swallowed tightly and gave a short nod, his lips parted. “yeah. go ahead.”

he watched with rapt attention as Art slowly undid his buckle, slipping the leather from the metal and letting it hang in front of his pockets. he gave Patrick one last look before he gently undid his jeans, sliding the zipper down. but he didn’t take his pants off, he left that for Patrick to do when he felt like he wanted to. the brunette’s cheeks were flush as he watched the blonde, and when he stopped he leaned down and kissed him, guiding him back to lay against the bed as he came to straddle his hips, hands cupping his cheeks. Art sighs, hands on Patrick’s hips, guiding him to rock down against him. “fuck…” he breathed out at the friction it provided.

Patrick gently tugs Art’s own shirt off, kissing his face as he does. but his heart slows when he looks down and sees the matching scars across his lover’s chest… his eyes dart back to those baby blue’s, looking through them, searching for answers. “you—you, too..?” he says, ever so soft and vulnerable. Art swallows and nods gently, his hand finding their place on Patrick’s shoulders. “yeah. me too.” it’s a tender, quiet moment when they both realize they aren’t alone. they connect with each other, they have something that tethers them to one another. it drives Patrick forward, as he undresses them both down to their bare bones and fondly strokes Art’s tdick. it drives Art as he guides Patrick to take a seat on his face, letting him lap and suckle at his most intimate parts. it drives both of them mad with lust and fondness, their moans and whines filling the air, leaving them sticky and panting in each others arms.

from then on..the farm doesn’t feel so lonely anymore.

art with lily in the hotel bed makes me so upset. like tashi you could do no wrong but you did wrong there

if you spam-like me I’m assuming you want to see me staring up at you as I mouth at your clit jsyk

GIMME

stanford!art

who... is (kinda) new to the dating game so when he gives you attention he overwhelms you by the amount of affection that he gives you.

who... rubs his face against yours, his arm is constantly around your shoulders, his forehead pressed against the meat of your cheek despite the height difference.

who... is constantly asking for kisses or for your fingers to be in his hair. he loves the feeling of your hands in his curls, and he's definitely the type of guy to use the "baby voice" on you despite being around people.

who... waits for you to be ready before finally fucking. and when it happens its wonderful, he's slow and gentle. but also so clumsy that he ends up almost cumming on you. luckily he pulls out in time.

who... loves eating you out. loves how you get wet so easily, how his mouth and jaw get sticky and soaked with your wetness and his spit. he specially loves how your hands tug at his hair, his ego boosting up each time you moan louder and louder.

who... doesn't mind if you dont give him head, but when you do he's so vocal. constantly telling you how good your mouth feels, how perfect you are. he does sometimes pushes your head down, but that's only when he's so desperate! and when he comes, he always makes sure to ask you first. he doesn't want to dirty your face, but he also loves the way his seed looks splattered around your plump lips.

who... almost always ends up knocked out after sex. whether its only him eating you out or just you giving him head. he always finds solace in your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around you as if he's scared you run away. and you dont complain because you love the feeling of his curls tickling your cheek.

who... doesn't know how or why you got with him, and who knows there are better men out there. but he plans and is confident in keeping you in his life as long as you allow him to.

JOAQUIN JOAQUIN JOAQUIN

might drop a few other marvel chars w my thunderbolts drop... (joaquin. need that) but if u guys want anyone else lmk

my love letter to van palmer

for everyone who isn’t listening:

people are not upset that bucky is part of a new team. we don’t want him to “remain in sam’s shadow” (not that he ever was).

people are rightfully angry that this movie is further pushing the narrative that sam is not a right fit to be captain america, or lead the avengers. if you have not seen the severe increase in hate and racism to sam (and anthony mackie) after this movie came out, then you have been living under a rock.

people are upset that there has been an increase in “john walker should have been cap” comments, when the entirety of tfatws (and thunderbolts, honestly) proved exactly why he would be a horrible captain america.

here's a lil jesslupe kiss for the road :o)

it's been a while since i've seen this picture on my tl so here, may it bless y'all's tls, too