AWE STOP I WILL CRY.

AWE STOP I WILL CRY.

girl dad!art who had to dress up as princess for his daughters party cause the company he used to hire the real princess had to cancel.

“what do mean she canceled? can’t you send someone else. we can’t have a princess party without a princess.” art slams his phone down on the counter. “honey, where’s the princess?” art looked at you. “she’s be here soon.”

“mommy, when’s the princess coming.” your daughter asked. it was her 6th birthday and all she wanted was real princess at her party. “she’ll be here soon love. why don’t you go wait by the present table.” watching your daughter scurry away you make your way back inside to see something you’ll forget. “oh my god.”

thank god art spent all that money on wigs and makeup and costumes from when your daughter wanted to play dress up.

“did someone called for a princess?” a high pitched voice calls into the background. the kids scream running up to her well him. and there art stood in pink fluffy princess dress a long blonde wig and tiara. “is that art?” tashi ask as her husband patrick laughs taking pictures for blackmail.

“you must be the birthday girl. i hear you’re turning six. i’m princess artina” art improvises. your daughter looks up at her dad in the princess costume with tinkling eyes as she nods totally in awe. “will you cut the cake with me princess artina?” art says yes.

the rest of the night is spent opening presents and saying goodbye to guest.

“did you have so much fun at your party?” you ask you daughter tucking her in for bed. “yes! it was the best party ever.” she smiles big at you missing tooth on display. “i hear there was a princess. i can’t believe i missed it.” art walks in the room and you leave the two of them.

“i’m glad you had fun today.” art pinches his daughters cheek. your daughter pinches his cheek back “i’m sorry you missed the princess.” art shrugs. “maybe next time yeah. now get some sleep.” kissing her on the forehead getting to walk out the door.

“daddy. i know it was you, i just didn’t want to ruin it for the other kids.” art smiles at her before turning the lights off leaving her to sleep.

making his way back to the master bedroom he flops in between your legs burying his face in your stomach. “long day princess artina?” you laugh combing your fingers through his hair. “shut up.” art chuckles bringing his head up to bite your nose lightly. flicking the light off the two of you sleep tangled together.

(i’m gonna love adding random stuff to this series also yes i took inspiration from despicable me 2) 

Patrick fucking catholic!r in the confessional booth…

i'm going FERAL

he's the type of guy your parents have taught you to stay away from. they say boys like that aren't good for you. they aren't kind. they want to hurt you and corrupt you and ruin your life.

but patrick isn't like that! he's sweet and funny even though you don't get all the jokes he makes. he kissed you behind the church one time. your first kiss. it was really special, even if you felt a bit guilty about it afterward. but he's good. he makes you feel good.

he's taught you all about your body and the things that feel nice. he taught you where to touch yourself when you're thinking about him at night and what to imagine about when your fingers are rubbing little circles on that really nice place between your legs.

and he's taught you what makes him feel good. he likes it when you stroke his dick or when you suck it like it's candy. he doesn't taste as sweet, but it's still nice.

"is this what sex is?" you ask patrick. your parents had really kept you in the dark about all this. the less you knew the better.

the two of you have been sitting together in comfortable silence, admiring the altar. the mass had ended a while back, but he asked you to meet there once everyone left.

patrick sighs. "kind of. there's a bit more."

"yeah? can we do that too?" a dizzying smirk tugs at his lips.

"you wanna try?" you nod eagerly. "i don't know if you're ready for it-"

'i am! i am, patrick!"

that's all it takes for him to tug you onto his lap, large arms wrapped around your frame. "wait, um, this is the one that's a sin, right? the premarital sex sin?"

patrick nods with his head laid against your shoulder.

"maybe we shouldn't," you hesistate.

"no, i have an idea." patrick drags you to the confessional booths without another word. he closes the curtain behind you two. "it won't count as a sin if we're in a confessional."

well, that makes sense, you decide. "okay."

patrick smiles and turns you around to face the wall. "this might hurt just a tiny bit, okay? but tell me if it’s too much."

you nod and jolt forward when he kicks your feet apart. your hands come to rest on the wall to keep you steady. cold fingers trail up your bare thighs, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. he flips your skirt up and takes off your panties.

"remember that little hole i told you about? this one?" his finger dips into your hole. there's a bit of a stretch, but you adjust to it quickly. he continues when you mutter a quick "yes." "i'm gonna put my cock in there. it's gonna feel really good."

"o-okay," you mutter breathily, pussy already coated in arousal. his fingers dip into the hole he'd called your cunt a few days ago. you’d never heard of that word.

you shy away a bit when he thrust his fingers into you and your wetness makes a clicking sound. he doesn't seem to mind.

he warms you up a litte before tapping your hip to warn you. “you’re okay, deep breath.”

you brace yourself as his tip breaches the entrance of your cunt. it stings a lot, but you don't want him to stop. you whine as he keeps pushing in, the stretch of your pussy more and more painful until the pain begins to gradually subside. it actually feels pretty nice when he starts thrusting into you.

"okay?" he mutters. you try to say yes, but it turns to a breathy moan. he gets it anyway. “good girl, doing so well for me, aren't you?"

"yeah," you sigh. his cock hits that really nice spot inside of you, the one you can't reach with your own fingers.

patrick laughs, "you'd do anything i'd ask you to." it's not a question. you both know you'd do anything for him. whatever he wants. even if it means betraying your religion and sinning. "such a good girl, perfect little set of holes." his hips thrust faster. "love making you my little doll. love breaking you in and teaching you new stuff. you like it when i do that to you?"

"mm yes," you hum. it's getting harder and harder to hold yourself off.

he fucks you with hunger, that sweet, loving facade he'd put on when he first pushed into you now gone. "you're such a slut, sweetheart. you don't care if it’s a sin, you just want my cock, yeah?" a groan escapes your lips, but you're too fucked out to string together a response.

"how about i'm your new religion, hm? your new god? you won't get punished for fucking me, sweetheart." his words barely register in your head as the pleasure building up within you clouds your mind.

"close, p-please" you mutter, words turning into whimpers.

his fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips, leaving little half moons onto your soft skin. "say it. say i'm your god."

you'd do just about anything to come. you give in brainlessly, "you're my g-god!"

"come." your lust bursts within you at his command. it rushes through your veins, eyes falling shut as your lips part, breathing out tiny gasps and moans. patrick helps as the feeling subsides, his hips stilling so his cock is buried deep in you.

he sets you down when your body goes limp with exhaustion, a large hand guiding you to sit on the bench. you stay like that for a second, just trying to catch your breath. patrick runs his hand through your hair, big fingers carding through it and slightly scratching your scalp.

“you okay, sweetheart?” you nod and lean your head against his hip. “you want me to take you home?”

you shake your head. “i want to stay here for a little longer.”

his brows furrow. “you sure?” you hum and lean back against the wood. “call me later.” he leaves without another word. you sigh softly and get on your knees. his cum drips down your thighs as you begin to pray.

The first thing I think of when I see this is broke ex patrick zweig

broke ex!patrick whose good morning text is simply a venmo request. broke ex!patrick who calls you pissdrunk to pick him up from bars so you can foot the bill. broke ex!patrick whose sending u 32 voicemails at 4am that u don’t even open. because he’s done this before and you didn’t get the sound of his filthy pants n the sloppy sound of his dick slapping against some other girls mouth in his vain attempts to get u jealous. one new voicemail for each new girl. calling them the names he used to call you “pretty fuckin’ princess” “y’so good. so much better—“ and the second last one is punctuated by the sound of her sputtering, choking, gagging (she doesn’t take it as well as you). n he’s cursing and grunting and then he moans your name as he comes. guttural and ripping deep from his chest, completely unmistakable; and the next voicemail is the girl jerking back. spitting his dick out of her mouth n slapping him across the face. broke ex!patrick sending u a slew of more voicemails after that that’s just him jerking himself off n being like “fuck baby i miss your tight lil pussy so bad.” “m’sorry ‘m’sorry. i’ll pay you back next time. swear. pay you back with this fat fucking cock if you just—“

Jarvis enhance image………..

having art and patrick as your boy best friends.

you met them in kindergarten. the three of you sat at the same table with another boy. said other boy was writing bad words on your drawing when art and patrick sprayed glue all over him.

they had to sit out of recess watching the other kids play. you brought them both flowers as a thank you and ever since then the three of you were inseparable.

so inseparable that when third grade came around and patrick saw that the three of you weren’t in the same class he brought his parents up to the school and demanded that you all be in the same class every year. middle and high school were no different.

you loved them but hated the gross tendencies they came with. “you have to sit in between us so we don’t fight over who sits next to you.” art says. but you hate sitting in between them cause it ended up with you getting caught in their burping matches. “you guys are so gross.”

but art and patrick really did care for you. so much so that at 11 when you got your first period and ignored them for a week they made it their duty to learn all about menstruation.

you were at lunch eating with your girl friends when art places a drink in front of you. “it’s a green smoothie full of iron rich vegetables so you can replenish after losesing so much blood. my mom made it.” the blonde smiles at you very proud of himself but your faces heats up in embarrassment. “also you can pregnant now so like don’t do that.” patrick adds quite loudly and everyone is looking at you and your other friends are snickering at the interaction. you wanted to die.

watching art and patrick go though growth spurts was actually terrifying. and not to mention they ate everything. “can we get five home style burger plates two for us and one for her. with oreo milkshakes. oh and apple pie” patrick orders. you watch as the both of the clear their plates with ease now deciding if you all should for ice cream.

it was the summer before freshman year and you had spent most of it with your grandparents but you made in back in time for the zweig end of summer party. “guys! did you miss me” you pull them in for a hug before you walk ahead of them into the zweig house. the two of the watch you with confusion. when did you become a girl?

art and patrick never really saw you as “girlish” the way they saw other girls as girlish cause they’ve known you for so long. but something changed when you were at your grandparents house. you changed.

“dude you see that right.” patrick says. him and art watch you in the pool talking to your other friends. “she has boobs.” art groans at his friends perverted observation. “can you like not stare at her chest. that’s weird.” “what, all i’m saying is that she has boobs now guys like boobs. boobs and guys are no good match. horny assholes will try to get with her all year.” “can you stop saying boobs” art whispers “they’ll break her heart and get her pregnant. we have to protect her.” patrick says sternly.

the first two years of high school boys avoided you like the plague.

“do you guys think i’m ugly?” you blurt out one night the three of you laying on your bed watching juno. both of them sputter out a slue of what’s and why would you think that. “it’s just no one’s asked me to the formal. i’m literally the only person i know who doesn’t have a date.”

patrick looks at you before shrugging. “you can come with us duh. me and art will be your date we can make it a group thing.” art nods in agreement. this makes you feel worse. “i don’t want to be your guys pity date. plus your girlfriends hate me.” art sits up turning to you. “it’s not a pity date. formals are supposed to be about having fun with you friends. and our girlfriends don’t hate you.” oh but they totally did.

you end up going to formal with art, patrick and their girlfriends and have a surprisingly good time. the night is ending and patrick’s ditch the two of you so you and art sit on the empty football field just the two of you.

“so where’s your girlfriend?” you ask. “making out with the quarterback under the bleachers.” art sighs out looking up at the sky. you wince. “sorry” art mumbles out a whatever picking at the trimmed grass.

“her loss right.” you bump your shoulder with his. art scoffs “yeah, now at least she’ll have someone to grope her.” “wait wait is big shot tennis man too scared to grope his girlfriend.” art shoves you. “shut up ok, guys get nervous too.” humming you say. “if a guy so much as wanted to kiss me i’d just do it.” eyes looking up.

arts head snaps towards you. “have you never been kissed before?” you shake your head no. “but we’re almost juniors, how have you never been kissed?” “maybe because you and pat intimidate any guy that’s has interest in me. which is really fucking annoying by the way.” you huff. “sorry about that, pat just doesn’t want you to end up on teen mom.”

the two of you sit in silence for a while. “i could kiss you.” art says. you look over to him heart beat picking up. art is a good looking guy obviously, but he was your best friend. “wouldn’t that be weird?” you bite your lip out of nervousness. “doesn’t have to be.”

you get your first kiss that night. on the football field under the night sky. it was nice, art’s lips felt nice. moving slowly against yours his hand tenderly holding your cheek. you both break away from the kiss to breathe. “thanks” you whisper.

you guys never talk about what happened that night. not to patrick and not to each other. the same way you don’t talk about the kiss you and patrick share in his treehouse at his family’s goodbye summer party before junior year.

post nut clarity Art my beloved

older!art fucking you so good that u stop calling him daddy altogether and start calling him dad. he cums immediately after btw