Happy New Years!!! (it's 2am) Ik I Always Talk About It But Im So So Seriously Thankful For Y'all.. The

girl please we need more of country boy!Art 🧎‍♀️

this ask is a little vauge but i shall try my best and hope it's what you were looking for...

country boy! art who almost feels like he's corrupting you.. you with your clean dresses and perfectly done hair and elegant way of speaking, he knows you deserve someone who can help you never work a day in your life.. but he can't help but want you..

country boy! art who only looks forward to the time of the day when he sees you, he swears you're an angel sent from heaven when you bring him a cool glass of lemonade.. as you're handing it to him your fingers brush against each other and he feels a spark go through his body..

country boy! art who watches you brush your hair and do your makeup through your window... oh how he wishes he could run his hands through it, but for now hes content with just watching you..

country boy! art who has dared to steal a pair of your panties.. white with a little pink bow on the front.. he keeps them under his pillow and has to avert his gaze when youre near, fearing you could sense the guilt radiating off of him.. but when he gets back to his room he locks the door and forgets all about his shame, holding your pretty panties up to his face and losing himself in the texture and smell.. the throbbing in his jeans becoming unbearable as he shucks them down his legs, not even pulling his boots off before reaching between his legs and grasping himself tightly, rubbing his cock practically raw as he rubs his face against your panties, imagining how sweet and warm and soft your pussy must be.. he needs to fuck you on the hay bales of the barn on your property.. making you walk around the rest of the day with his cum slowly leaking down your plush thighs.. when he finally cums he looks down at your soiled panties and promises he'll make it up to you..

country boy! art who just wants to make you his perfect wife.. he'll provide for you the best he can, but until then he just has to watch you from afar..

why did i just burst out crying 🤣

just confirmed the guy i have been pining over likes someone else.. feeling as if my world is crashing down around me 💖

ty for the tag snookums @judeable-brainrot <33

last song: 365 ft shygirl - charli xcx

favorite color: literally i never know the answer to this question... i guess pink??🎀

last book: the great gatsby (not reading it for funsies)

last TV show: house md 😭

sweet/savory/spicy: i usually have a mix of sweet and savory but.. on their own i like savory better!!

relationship status: single and being ostracized by my ex

last thing i googled: "kidney in body diagram" don't ever have me as a doctor cuz i fucking forgot where the kidneys were

current obsession: music of all kinds, movie theater popcorn, dr pepper, taking midday naps and watching compilations of jersey shore on yt

looking forward to: going to see wicked tonight... 💚🩷

tags: @diyasgarden @jesuistrestriste @charmvinyl @chlmtsdoll @faiszt @poppy-metal @senseofnewness @yameoto @fawnnpaws <33

ten ppl i’d like to get to know better <3

thank you for tagging me @deadgirl-violet 💯

last song - like him by tyler the creator

favourite colour - red!!!

last book - just kids by patti smith

last tv show - idfk

sweet / spicy / savoury - savoury

relationship status - single 👅

last thing i googled - capricorn moon celebrities

current obsession - scream (i love the gays)

looking forward to - christmas🤍

tagging: @rockandrollsgroupie @jankbotekobaldie @idontliketopoeticize @thismanatemysonsbiggestfan @xthepuppyofthegang @thebeatlesoutsiders @taxidermydolls @vodkasuntreatedaids @tharmyof2 @shecriestotheclickingoftime

just got back from seeing coraline in 3d! it was so good but the first 40 minutes were blurry cuz the theater messed up😭 im working on many wips rn but the first one to come out will be more p links cuz yall are horny❤

sorry it's gonna have to be pushed back to the next day!! i had to get loads of blood drawn today and i feel like i need to take a 24 hour nap and im sure nothing id write rn will be understandable.. but i have a pretty free day tomorrow so it'll be out then!! sorry for the delay <3

I'M COOKING RN... this halloween fic is gonna be great y'all.. probably will be done tmr.. <33 angel art is almost yours!! 🪽🤍🕊✨☁

art belongs on the floor, on his knees, head bowed in respect and deference for his lover. that’s how his head works. if you love him, you clearly desire power over him. love, to him, is complete surrender. he gives up his body willingly and mind just as fast. give art an opportunity to submit himself to you, and he will. to prove his loyalty.

you see him on the floor, boney knees starting to get bruised on the hardwood flooring of your bedroom. he belongs on the ground, looking up. this is the natural way of life for a man like him. submission.

he’s gorgeous down there, too, which doesn’t help his case. his golden dirty blonde curls are messy like a mop head, but it’s rather cute, the way he looks so disheveled and disoriented. his blue eyes are looking up at you with the same intelligence as a golden retriever puppy. so cute but so little going on up there.

he’s even smiling and panting like a dog too. your golden retriever now. maybe you could train him and teach him new tricks. teach him to sit and to stay and to heel. collar him and take him on walks. that idea makes him blush a little bit.

you scratch your nails against his scalp like you were scratching the good spot behind a dog’s ear, and art melts into your touch, completely overtaken by his need to be yours.

maybe he should feel humiliated that you put him on the floor and treat him like a stupid dog, a puppy in need of training. in fact, he does feel humiliated. but you put him here, and you cradled his head and scratched that sweet spot behind his ear. he’s a dog, through and through, and your touch completely shut off his brain, leaving him utterly empty and helpless.

- P♡

thank u all for the nice bday wishes ily!!! we will be back to our scheduled programming ASAP!!

omg super silly but like maybe art finishing in his pants or even finishing untouched… think about it… think about it… just a quick lil blurb idc but like … think about it

YESSS i have all the time in the world to talk about this...

he's just so sensitive he can't help it :( it makes him so embarrassed, he feels like "less of a man".. the first time it happened was one of the first times you were making out.. art is a very passionate kisser, from the moment your lips touch he's practically drooling against you <33 and he can't help but buck his hips into the air while he kisses you, caressing your soft skin and letting out soft whines into your mouth... he stops moving his lips very abruptly, taking a beat before pulling away and rushing to the bathroom, leaving you to sit on your bed and wonder if you did something wrong.. meanwhile art is in the bathroom.. face tomato red as he carefully pulls down his boxers, strings of creamy cum scattered on the front.. he almost hisses in pain when he has to pull them back on and walk back out to you.. he always gets so sensitive after he cums.. he'll tell you what happened eventually but for now he'll just say he got light headed <3

WAHHHH im crying tysm sweetheart 😭 ily!!!

Bad Day - A. Donaldson & P. Zweig x Reader

This is for the lovely @parkerluvsu it's short n sweet, hope you like!

Summary: A bad birthday ends with a night alone in bed, until your birthday presents catch you by surprise.

Word count: 430

The day was long gone, the room quiet and dim. A lone present lay on the bedside table, and it was something you’d gotten yourself and wrapped up nicely in a strange attempt at feeling better. 

The worst part of the day was over, you thought, but that was also a sort of death knell. 

When a knock came at your door, you almost didn’t get up. How could you? It was half-past ten, and the only people you really even wanted to see were off on tour, and hadn’t even bothered to text you a ‘happy birthday’. 

Still, the knocking continued, more insistent each time. Huffing, you stood, wrapping the comforter around yourself and moving out of the bedroom to the front door. When you unlatched it and pulled it open, you were almost immediately tugged into a three-person hug. The two men wrapped around you like they were trying to climb into your body itself. 

What are you doing here, you wanted to ask, but you didn’t really have the wherewithal. It was all you could do to stare at them, eyes wide and glassy, bottom lip wobbling. 

Art and Patrick looked at you, concern filling their gazes. 

“C’mere, baby.” Patrick was the first to speak, pulling you close again and leading you over to the bed. 

It felt stupid, now, to cry, but the tears wouldn’t stop. You curled up on your side, crying into one of the pillows. The hands on your back were soothing, and someone was grabbing your own fingers, pressing a kiss to the pad of each one. 

When you finally calmed down a bit and opened your eyes, Art was kneeling before you, and Patrick was laying on the bed behind you. Art’s hands held yours, Patrick’s rubbing circles onto your back. 

“Happy birthday,” they said, nearly in unison, and you let out a quiet laugh. 

“See, there’s my girl,” Patrick crooned, smoothing a hand over your hair and swiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumb. 

Art quietly crawled into bed with you and Patrick, slinging an arm over your waist, and the latter man pressed gentle kisses into your neck. 

It had been a bad birthday, yes, but with those two with you, it was easy to forget. In the morning, you’d wake up and see the presents that had been left sitting by your door from the two men still asleep beside you. They’d take you out for brunch, and you’d ask them how on earth they got away from their matches to be here. But for now, you’d just lay in their arms, and fall happily asleep.