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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 definitely peed a little when tashi told him she was pregnant

cheating on your shitty boyfriend with your best friend johnny storm??? ummm . . . check! ✅️

"shit, baby." he chuckles into your mouth, your legs wrapping around his waist— nails digging into his broad forearms by your head.

"your pussy really fuckin' needed me, huh? poor thing." he hums before pulling his hips back and thrusting deeper into you, earning a shudder from your body.

you moan into his mouth, your eyes fluttering shut— his arms lock around your head as he drives his cock deeper and deeper. it feels so good— your lips opening in a trembling 'o' shape as he drills into you.

your eyes are almost crossing and it makes him laugh— "never thought i'd hafta be the one to treat this pussy right." you nod, and he places a kiss on your lips before speaking— "your boyfriend ain't got shit on me."

you whine, whimper, hiss—

"johnnyyy—. . johnny, oh my god . . fuck— i'm!"

"yeah, yeah. cum for me then, drench me, baby. lay it on me. i deserve it for fucking ya so good." he hums, lips pressing against yours. his tongue licking into your mouth with ease, prodding at yours— its so hot.

you whine for a moment, voice cracking as your cunt convulses around his cock in pulses. he groans, eyes shutting for a brief moment before opening quickly to watch your fucked out face.

he feels you drench his pelvis in squirt, your legs trembling and voice going a pitch higher as he continues to fuck into you— effortlessly riding out your orgasm and overstimulating you.

"mmmnn! mmnn.. ! i luuhhh— mmnn... i luhh youuu—" you whine, hooking your arms around his neck, fat heavy tears spilling from your eyes as he pulls you impossibly close.

"yeah. i love you too, baby. fuck— fuck, i love you."

later . . . — your boyfriend stares at his phone, the message popping up out of nowhere. it reads —

' shiiiiit broo... this ur girl?? she sayin she love me! 😬😬 '

1 video attachment .

' my fault big dawg 💪'

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

The MCU don’t deserve Sam Wilson. Never have. Never will.

He’s my favorite mythical animal.

No, the captain America mantle should not be thrown around like a hot potato during Doomsday, are you stupid?

Only time Captain America should ever be named in the movie is if someone is trying to get Sam Wilson’s attention.

The only other acceptable names to address Sam include “Cap” “Captain Wilson”

I hear you suggest any bullshit like that again, I’m coming at you with a shovel.

can't wait til you can log back in and we get the bot drop cuz you KNOW i'm sending smutty screenshots with the joaquin bot the second i get it

i have another joaquin greeting drafted in my notes… so might add a second bot when i get in

admitting you’ve been a john walker fan since day one is CRAZY to me. you saw an unqualified, privileged white man who represented us propaganda take the shield and position that was suppose to go to a capable, hand appointed by the previous captain america, black man and thought “i love him so much”? YOU’RE WEIRD 🫵

and then you watched as he used the very same shield that he didn’t deserve to publicly execute a surrendering man, tainting it and ruining the morals that steve rogers dedicated his life to uphold and decided “he’s sooo deep and complex i want him.” YOU’RE SOO WEIRDD 🫵

i understand finding his character more enriching AFTER watching thunderbolts (barely) but thirsting over him beforehand is just fucking crazy.

to start writing fanfic about someone who was introduced into the mcu as part of a discussion regarding racial disparities is so odd to me. it seems like 9/10 of y’all weren’t even waiting for thunderbolts to come out, you were supporters of him from day one and now you’re just using the movie to justify being attracted to him.

i just don’t get how we watched the same show and you weren’t angered by him and his actions, much less found him attractive for it. it’s giving “i can excuse racism, but i draw the line at animal cruelty.”

i’m just saying thunderbolts better have written him as the most apologetic man to ever grace the marvel universe or u bitches will never stop hearing from me! if i find out he just made some corny hehe haha jokes and y’all believe it’s enough to redeem him (and romanticize him?) i’m sending u all to hell myself 🙄👎

and on top of all that, he’s fucking UGLY like ok bro yall some glazers