Thoughts on rainbows? Thoughts on sweet baby deer frolicking through a field? Thoughts on pretty flowers and sunshine and love???
munch art…. 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 forever heartbroken that the munch art scene in the early script wasn’t implemented in the final script
I know he’d love it so much :((( loves the taste of your slick arousal on his tongue as he licks over you nice and slow… his nose nuzzled against your clit as he laps at your hole. His pretty face glistening with your come, from nose to chin, because he gets so lost in the taste of you and gets messy :(( seals his full, pretty lips around your clit and suckles softly, relishing in the feel of the sensitive bud twitching against his tongue….
he kisses you after he loves the taste of you on his tongue and he just wants to share :( and it's sticky and sweet and tastes like salt and skin and he's already hard again, can he please fuck you? okay, baby, but you clean up after yourself too, yeah? as if he's ever passed up a chance to put his mouth anywhere on your body.
Saw this on twitter and thought a fic could be made of this https://x.com/defnotatp/status/1891582457683587511?s=46 them watching a movie or one of patrick’s matches while Pat is on his way back from a wildcard match. They’re on the couch and Art’s getting excited so he starts tilting his hips along her leg, she tells him to pay attention or else he’ll get punished that night but after hearing Pat’s grunts repeatedly he loses control. As u can see i am not a great smut writer but im sending this to some of my fave challengers writers bc im greedy like Patrick and would love something out of this🤭
okay so here’s something outta this anon <3 this is also somewhat inspired by @compress1repress pegging universe which is amazing with the best Tashi and Patrick ever… so if you like this please go read and adore their stuff. lol but yeah have some Patrick inspiring Tashi to fuck Art sorta… idk lol.
CW: MDNI, NSFW
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Tashi doesn’t want to be a boy. Not really (well maybe when she’s on her period…). But other than that she loves being a girl. She loves make up, perfume, pretty clothes and having boys’ desire her.
She does sometimes wish she had a dick though. Especially since she started dating Art. It all started because of Patrick actually. It’s a lazy Sunday morning… pouring rain non stop. They’re in bed still. Art’s so pliable that he’s perfectly okay with being the little spoon when they cuddle sometimes. Sometimes she thinks he prefers it. Her body wrapped around him, arms over his broader shoulders, one leg curled between his thighs.
Art’s flipping channels looking for something to watch when it lands on the tennis channel some random qualifying match. Tashi makes him stop out of a sudden recognition. His body goes all rigid in her arms when he sees it too. Patrick Zweig and his fellow no name opponent playing out a rally, soft grunts back and forth as he lunges himself all over the court, desperately smacking the ball.
She grips Art tighter. Both of them watching in silence, as their breathing gets heavier. Her panties all wet, Art now fully hard against her leg.
That’s when she first thinks about it. Wrapped around him, as he starts to rub off against her leg, hardly able to control himself. God. Patrick probably fucked him.
She helps him, moving her leg back and forth along his length as he swallows on a whispered “fuck.”
And that’s when she realizes… she also wants to fuck him.
She imagines getting hard curled up against him rubbing it against his ass to get him excited. Patrick’s little moans making him crazy, she can only imagine how he’d react to a swollen dick pressed up against him.
They don’t talk about it… the fact that they both silently leave the television on as they tear off each others clothing. Her imagination runs wild as she climbs on top of him, too frenzied to get her panties off before she sinks down onto him. God, his little whimper, the soft gasp he lets out like he’s surprised every time by how good it feels.
She imagines what it’d be like if she could slip inside him. His body reacting before his mind can, pushing himself back on her. All while listening to the sound of her ex moaning like a whore on the tennis court. The thought turning her on so much that she can barely keep him in as she gets close… she’s too wet. Both of them falling apart to Patrick’s voice… god who knew he was so vocal on the court.
Both of them insanely satisfied and unable to talk about why. She gets up to change the sheets and Art eventually changes the channel.
After that night two things take over her mind.
It’s probably perverted… the way she’s suddenly fixating on Art’s ass. When he’s bent over to tie his shoes, leaning over the counter top as he talks about his day, or bent over the net trying to retrieve a ball from the other side. It’s like he’s displaying it for her. She just wants to walk up behind him and press her metaphorical dick against him. make him squirm. He just seems like he’d respond really well to it.
She doesn’t know how the topic comes up when she’s with her girlfriends at brunch. Sometimes she drinks too much mimosas and she can’t stop talking and— “Sometimes I really wish I could just fuck him” —slips out.
Thankfully none of her friends are very conservative. After a good 10 minutes of laughter her friend Shana who’s dating a woman informs her “There’s actually a solution for that.” Which leads the four of them on a tipsy field trip to the closest sex shop for something big and thick and pretty pink— Tashi’s favorite color.
The second thing she can’t stop thinking about is Patrick. Suddenly she’s subscribing to so many obscure tournament newsletters that her inbox is just about fucked and recording video from 3 am matches on the tennis channel. She’s not the only one thinking about him. She gets a glimpse at Art’s phone open on the countertop one night when a text from Patrick’s sister comes in: yeah he’s in playing in Barcelona… doing well. So many questions. Do you want his number?
She’d always played with certain ideas about their friendship. Things she picked up on when she and Patrick were still together. When Art and Patrick were still friends. The way they mirrored each other. The way she could get Patrick off so easily by bringing up Art while they were fucking.
Now she knows that she knows the inverse is true she’s certain Art will like this.
“I’ve got a little surprise for you,” she says when she gets home from brunch. She’s still a little tipsy as she hides the bag with the strap-on behind her back. He’s spread out on the sofa, watching a movie. Lazy day in sweatpants and a t-shirt.
“Really?” He asks, face lighting up.
“Mmhm,” she says, putting the little baggy on the end table. “Can you be good for me?” He looks at the baggy then back at her.
“Yeah, I can be good.”
“I know you can.” She smirks. He’s so pliable.
She grabs the remote. “Lay down i wanna watch some matches.”
He nods, expecting she means his own matches and he spreads out on the sofa letting her spoon him from behind. They haven’t talked about the Patrick match at all since that night but she knows neither of them have stopped thinking about it.
“What’d you get me?”
“You’ll see,” Tashi says softly.
She goes through the TiVo and finds one section from Patrick’s 3 am matches—one she’s reviewed several times for…technique. Art goes tense in her arms just like last time.
“Relax…” she says softly. “We’re playing a game. If you can stay still and tell me what you think of his playing I’ll give you what’s inside the bag.” She says it like she’s not going to give it to him regardless.
“Uh,” He lets out a bit of a choked sound.
“All you have to do is sit still and pay attention…”
The camera zooms in haphazardly for a moment while some half interested kid reads Patrick’s stats. Sleeveless, muscular thighs in short shorts, sweat dripping everywhere, skin bronzed by the hot Barcelona sun. Haughty expression on his face, bent at the waist ready for a return service.
Art wiggles in her grasp. “I don’t think… I don’t think I can watch this.” She can feel him, he’s already getting hard. Insane. Apparently all this time apart clearly has done nothing but make the attraction that much stronger.
“I think you can.”
But she’s wrong. By the time Patrick starts grunting. It’s like he can’t help himself. The sound driving him to wiggle and rub off against her.
She’s not immune to it either. Art would probably cry if she told him how many times she’s viewed this particular video. Best sound quality. The only one that bothered with a close up shot.
“Don’t worry… ‘m still gonna take care of you,” Tashi says gently.
“My gift?” Art whimpers.
“Mmhm,” she says quietly. She shifts away and reaches up to grab her purchase. She’d stopped by her friends house to clean it up so she could be ready to use it as soon as she saw him, at least thats what she thought in her tipsy mind. She lifts it out of the bag, Art’s moved to turn and look and his cheeks start to color.
“You like it?” she smirks, asking him nicely but the way his blue eyes dilate is all the answer she really needs.
“Tashi. This is… that’s…so… so…”
“Has he ever fucked you Art?” She interrupts bluntly.
Art fidgets just a little too much and yeah, that’s an answer too.
It’s not too long before they’re half naked. And she’s strapped in rubbing along his ass the way she’s been dreaming of. It’s even wilder than her dreams, the way he likes it. he starts moaning as he’s grinding against her strap, she knew he needed it. It feels good the way the toy is also rubbing along her clit while he grinds. The room filled with Art’s sounds and Patrick’s sounds, mixed with her own desperate whines. Euphoric.
“‘m can you fuck me now?”
Tashi blinks, half dazed as he shifts and gets on his hands and knees.
“Please, i —” His words lost in a desperate little moan.
Tashi imagines this is what all boys dream of hearing when they get hard. She takes her time with the lube though clearly he doesn’t need it. Before long she’s lined up her hips. Pressing it in and listening to his breathing. Patrick’s probably on the last game of his 1st set, his sounds getting more and more desperate.
Arts rocking against her, mindlessly moaning out his pleasure, “fuck, ohh fuck yes.”
Tashi’s a little stunned by the force of his hips. God.
“Good job…you’re so good for me,” she whispers. Manicured fingers gripping his hips so she can get a chance to push back. She ruts against him and he whines. She’s never been this turned on before in her life. Its like this is what they’ve been missing.
“You like that don’t you? You love my big pretty dick.”
Art moans, his knuckles white, fisting the sofa cushions. One hand reaching up so he can touch himself. “P-Tashi…Tashi…oh fuck.”
That makes her giggle. “You can say it if you need to. you wish he was here right now don’t you. Not on tv but here. Watching me fuck you like a whore.”
“Nngh,” He groans, all his muscles pulled taught.
“Did you beg him to fuck you like you did me? Hm? Did you suck him off to get him hard for you?” Shes suddenly dizzy imagining him sucking on her strap. “Mouth so full and you’re still whining for more.”
“Oh god—fuck, fuck, fuck please Pat— I’m gonna—“ he cuts himself off moaning as strings of white splatter all over the sofa where she realizes they probably should’ve put a sheet. “Oh no oh fuck, oh fuck.”
Tashi’s breathless, all sticky wet between her thighs. Television still alight when the sound of tennis balls being smacked and traded moans. She watches as the strap slips out of him, shiny with lube. She unbuckles just so she can touch herself. Art undoes the rest. Making her lay back on her back so he can put his mouth between her thighs.
“Mm love you so much. Gonna lick it all up for you. Did he do that for you?”
“Oh god yes,” Tashi grins. She lets her eyes close and tangles her fingers into his hair, already eager for the next time she gets to fuck him.
he’s so easily turned on :((( it’s getting to the point where he’s desperate to just lose his virginity but then again he should lose it to someone he cares about right? and you honestly don’t even cross his mind because you’re just friends, always have been.
until he has a dream about you.
he’s never had a wet dream about you. but god, you were on his bed in pretty pink lingerie and you stared up at him like you worshipped him. your tongue licking up the underside of his cock, moaning as you seemingly swallowed him hole. you got him so wet and you were so wet and he slipped right in and then—he woke up. it changed his whole perspective of you.
i voted vasectomies for all but ... i've turned over a new leaf.
art donaldson wants a family. he's always wanted a family. raised as an only child by his grandmother during the formative years of his life, one thing is constant: craving. he craves affection, he craves an outlet to pour affection into. being a father is one of the most beautiful, important things he feels he's ever done. so no vasectomy for him, and you know patrick would not go through with the procedure if art's not on board. he's whiny like that.
anyways, i also think tashi would refuse to be pregnant again at first. she is not the type to enjoy pregnancy. but goddamn it, she loves the shit out of lily, and art's starting to wear her down. maybe one more, or a pair of twins. they struggle with fertility at first, mostly due to age and extremely tight schedules. but when tashi duncan is spotted at the farmer's market, wearing a shapeless frock but unable to disguise her bump, the speculation - is it donaldson's kid? is it zweig's? - takes off right away.
patrick never pictured himself as the father figure type. secretly, he worries he's got bad genes. wouldn't want to pass on all that anger and hurt and insecurity to a kid, would you?
but the first time he holds the twins - wide, dark eyes and smooth curls and tiny noses and soft hands - he's a goner. all her can think about is how the twins look so much like their momma and papa all at once. and he wonders, would mine look like me? would they look like her? would they look like him, somehow?
and so they end up with a few more kids than they expected, in the end. but art's job as a commentator allows him to spend most of the time at home with the kids, and everyone's raised as theirs, even lily (she was calling patrick "pop" before he could broach the subject himself).
as always i have all the postcanon throuple thoughts 🙂↕️
Very cute 🥰 Only child Art wanting a big family <3 and Lily with Mommy, Daddy and Pop is taking me out <3 I love it all so bad 💙 Twins oof! Tashi you strong girl!
I think my only motivation for Patrick to be a dad is so he can never pick up and leave them if he feels insecure about where he stands—- but I do think Patrick believes in the throuple more than the others and he and Lily would also fall in love quickly…so I guess technically he’s good lol
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