It’s hilarious to me that so much of the TVL promo has been like “What if Lestat was the coolest guy in the world?” And then this new teaser is like “I mean, he’s not. But could you imagine?”
summary: You could’ve kept your mouth shut about Atlanta, but where’s the fun in that? Now you’ve got dirt on Art Donaldson’s marriage, and you’re making everything worse. Exposing his wife was supposed to be entertaining, not land you tangled up in all three of them.
pairings: art donaldson x tashi duncan ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⠀x patrick zweig x afab!reader
warnings: 10.6k words. mature themes. unprotected p in v. double penetration (same hole). group sex (f/m/m/f). scissoring/tribbing. alcohol use/intoxication. cheating/infidelity. blackmail implication. manipulation. toxic relationships. power imbalance. dubcon elements. degradation. oral sex (f/m receiving). handjob. fingering. clitoral stimulation. nipple play. breast play. deepthroating/gagging. cum play. internal ejaculation. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. squirting. spit play. read responsibly.
note: belated happy 2nd anniversary challengers ily all <3
Following Art Donaldson’s career like it’s your second job is easy, yet he doesn’t know a single thing about you. It’s actually fun to think about how these three think they’re so private when the history is right there if you look hard enough. You remember the ‘Fire and Ice’ when Art and Patrick were basically inseparable before everything went south. Everyone knows Tashi Duncan was the IT girl of WTS Juniors and was supposed to have a big name when she entered professional tennis, but only people like you remember she dated Patrick until that one college tennis match that made her quit tennis.
After that, you never saw them together as if they disappeared from each other’s lives until Art suddenly popped up again as a rising star with Tashi as his wife and coach, while Patrick is nowhere to be found. Hearing about this made you follow his career again, and you’re genuinely looking forward to seeing how far he goes, but watching him climb the rankings actually managed to drain your wallet since you’d fly out to catch a match at least once or twice a year. The Atlanta Open was one of those trips, and the guy was already engaged to Tashi by then, but luck ended up on your side when you booked the exact same hotel as them.
Not that you’re being a stalker or something, because you’re not, and you only realize that after all the things that happened in that tournament. You aren’t also stupid enough to travel alone, but you have a friend who likes to wander off, which made you drink alone and have your friend meet you at the hotel bar a day before the opening matches. You’re not even blaming your friend that you ended up with those drinks alone when you saw Tashi Duncan herself walk in to grab a drink alone. You might be alone, but the sight was gold, and it was tempting to ask for an autograph, yet keeping your distance turned out to be the best decision of your life.
If you’d bothered her, she probably would’ve left right away, but instead, you sat back and didn’t expect Patrick Zweig to appear at her table suddenly. Seeing Art Donaldson’s fiancée kiss his old friend and leave together was way better than any autograph could ever be. Selling that story to a tabloid probably would’ve put a massive chunk of cash in your bank account if you were a journalist, but you kept your mouth shut about the whole thing. A part of you actually hoped the wedding would get canceled because Tashi confessed, or if she got caught red-handed, but the big day went on anyway.
Now they’ve got a beautiful daughter and a perfect public image of having a good marriage. Sometimes you just lie back and think about how easy it’d be to tell the world the truth. What could possibly happen if you finally decided to stop being so nice and just leaked everything you saw that night? It eventually led you to create a burner email and hide behind a VPN to make sure nobody could track you back to it. Finding the right addresses for Art and Tashi was easy enough, but tracking down Patrick Zweig took some stalking since he isn’t exactly living in the spotlight lately.
‘I know what you did at the Atlanta Open.’ was the simple email you sent to Tashi and Patrick, but Art got a slightly different message because he’s the one actually in the dark, so you sent him a cryptic note saying, ‘I know something about your wife that you really should’ve known years ago.’ Art was actually the first to take the bait, which totally caught you off guard, because that email was cryptic and didn’t imply what his wife did. “Who is this and what exactly are you talking about?” popped up in your inbox instead of a panicked reply from Tashi or Patrick because that’s what you were expecting.
Although you know that Tashi seems like the type to keep her mouth shut and not mention suspicious emails to her husband because that’d make him start asking questions she can’t answer. It took you many drafts of emails you could send, but you ended up with “Someone who knows the truth about Atlanta,” and you waited for him to become more curious. “If you’re trying to spread lies or harass my family, I can easily have my legal team find you,” was the only thing he replied, and it felt like a pathetic attempt to scare you off.
A laugh escaped you as you typed, “I’ve got no plans to go public as long as you’re willing to cooperate,” but then, as expected, Art demanded actual proof. It made you realize you didn’t actually record that hotel bar encounter, but you’re determined to get through the craziness you started. It’s easy to sway him away from the lack of proof you have because suggesting a face-to-face meeting is something to make him more eager to know it. It was definitely a risky move, since he could’ve been baiting you into a trap with the cops there to meet you, but you sent the message anyway.
“I’ll tell you every detail, but we have to do this in person,” was the ultimatum you left in his inbox. Art didn’t offer any more threats or excuses, but simply sent back a date and a location, which was in the New Rochelle tournament. It honestly confused you when you read that, because why would a top player like him even be at a challenger’s event, but you decided to go along with it anyway. “Fine, I’ll see you there,” you replied, and you’re already planning your trip to meet him. If he’s willing to meet in a place like that, then he must be a lot more desperate to hear what you know than he’s letting on.
That desperation is exactly why you’re now sitting in a bar in new after his match with Patrick ended in a tie. It’s a bad decision to be in a bar, but it’s a bit of a metaphor, considering you also caught Tashi in the same environment. Having drinks close to the two of you after you reveal that information might be good because hearing your wife cheated on you is something that makes you want to get wasted. The late-night meeting at a local bar felt even more rushed, too, but you were already there and waiting at a corner table.
A brief email earlier was just you describing your clothes and the specific color you were wearing, so he could spot you easily. Being the first one to arrive gave you a chance to see him walk in, and it was almost funny that you were still checking your phone for email notifications while he was standing right there. “I didn’t think you’d actually show up,” you said when he stopped in front of your table with a look that was way less confident than his TV interviews. He didn’t sit down immediately, but his eyes were darting around the room to make sure nobody else was watching the two of you.
Art took a seat while looking like he’d rather be anywhere else, but he leaned in anyway. “I’m here so you can start talking now,” he muttered quietly, like he didn’t want people to hear it. “I’m not here because I want to destroy your life or mess with your reputation,” you said before taking a sip of your drink to gain more confidence while you’re looking at him straight in the eyes. Art didn’t seem convinced at all, and he just stared back with a tight jaw. “Just tell me what you want and stop wasting my time,” he demanded, his voice impatient. The glass clinked against the wood when you put it down, but you still didn’t give him the full story right away.
“This happened back at the Atlanta Open, and I wasn’t even trying to follow Tashi around, but I accidentally saw something I shouldn’t have,” you explained while watching his expression turn even more sour. He looked like he was about to lose his mind because he couldn’t stand the way you hold back the information. “Stop talking in circles and just tell me,” he said while keeping his volume low to avoid drawing any attention from the other people in the bar. “Your wife cheated on you,” you finally said while watching his reaction for any sign of a breakdown. Art didn’t even flinch, but instead, he stared at a spot on the wall behind you.
“She was with Patrick Zweig, and I saw them kiss before they left together,” you added to make sure he understood what you just said. He doesn’t look surprised because he already has his own memory of what he saw that night. He was there too, but he only saw them sitting together before a fan distracted him for an autograph, and they were gone by the time he looked back. “Is that all?” he asked as he suddenly reached the table to grab your glass. Art tilted his head back and finished the rest of your drink in one long gulp without looking away.
He slammed the empty glass back onto the table before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I already knew they were together that night,” he admitted, and he sounds completely exhausted. Your eyebrows knit together because you didn’t expect him to be so calm about his wife’s betrayal, and you didn‘t expect him to admit it... Is he really this vulnerable tonight that he just said that information to a stranger? He just exhaled through his nose before his eyes finally met yours with a look that was hard to read. A look of pity crossed your face because Art immediately let out a scoff before rolling his eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m fine,” he muttered as he pushed himself up from his seat. “How about I buy you a round of drinks since you’ve been so honest with me?” he suggested and headed over to the bar counter before you could even answer. A simple nod was all you gave as you watched him walk away, since you genuinely felt bad for the guy. He returned to the table carrying a full bottle of tequila and a tray of lemons instead of ordering a couple of individual shots. A little chuckle escaped your throat when you noticed he only grabbed a single shot glass. “You’re planning on finishing that entire thing by yourself tonight?” you asked while watching him peel a sticker off the cap.
Art didn’t bother responding, but he just poured the first glass up to the brim while looking ready to black out. “You’re drinking with me, and we’re sharing the glass,” Art insisted before he took the shot he’d just poured. He didn’t even reach for the plate of lemons on the tray while he shoved the empty glass toward you. “Those are for you because you look like you’ll need them,” he added while watching you with a challenging look. Being called weak made you feel competitive, so you refilled the glass and swallowed the tequila in one go.
You didn’t touch a single lemon but just let the heat hit your throat while setting the glass down hard. “So you’ve actually known about them this entire time?” you asked while watching Art grab the glass back from your hand. He didn’t look surprised that you were keeping up with him, but he just tipped the bottle to fill it again. “I’m not as blind as everyone thinks I am,” he muttered before he brought the rim to his lips for another shot. “I’m probably saying things I shouldn’t tell a total stranger,” Art muttered before he swallowed the liquid in his glass.
He stared at the bottle as if it had the answers to his problems. “I think Tashi is with him again right now because she sneaked out of the hotel while I was in bed,” he confessed with a voice that sounded completely defeated. The thought of them together made him look like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin. “Fuck, I really didn’t need to hear that much detail,” you said as you shook your head at the mental image he just gave you. Art looked up from the table while his face showed a bit of regret for oversharing. “Sorry, I’m just out of it, but what’s your name anyway?” he asked while waiting for a response.
You gave it to him without thinking much about it, but he just gave a short nod as he processed the information. He filled the shot glass again while sliding it back over to your side of the table for your next turn. “Well, it’s nice to meet you even if the situation is shitty,” he added while watching you pick up the glass. “Did you ever actually try to do anything about what happened?” you asked before you finished the shot in your hand. Art sighed as he took the glass back to refill it. “I didn’t exactly walk in on them back in Atlanta, but I’ve had these suspicions for a long time, and you just confirmed they’re real,” he explained while looking down at the liquor.
You gave a nod because his situation felt messier than you’d imagined. “So did you ever decide to get back at Tashi by cheating too?” you blurted out since the question was already stuck in your head. Art looked up quickly, and he seemed almost offended by the suggestion. “God, no. But I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been tempted before,” he admitted while his fingers tapped against the table. He leaned back slightly, but his eyes never left you. “I just never actually went through with it because that’s not the kind of guy I am,” he added while he took another drink.
“That kind of guy doesn’t usually end up sitting in a bar with a stranger,” you joked, but he only exhaled a humorless laugh because he knew you were right. Both of you sat at the table for a while longer, and he drank more until he became much more talkative than when you first met. It’s all fun, but you decided he’d had enough for one night when the tequila was half gone. “I’m walking you back to your hotel before you decide to finish the rest of this right here,” you told him, and grabbed your bag. Art didn’t put up a fight, but he stood up and gripped the bottle to take it with him.
“It’s a bit of a walk from here, but I could use the air anyway,” he admitted as you both headed toward the door. You felt the cold air against your face when you stepped out onto the sidewalk, and the streetlights flickered above. He walked right beside you without stumbling, but he watched you more closely than before. “I appreciate you not leaving me alone at that bar,” he muttered and looked over at you. You just kept walking with him while the hotel appeared in the distance, and the walk took some time. “I didn’t think you’d actually bring that bottle out with you,” you muttered when you saw Art tilt his head back and almost look like he’s chugging on it.
You hadn’t noticed him grab it before you left the bar, but now he walked down the street with it in plain sight. “What the hell are you doing, Art?” you asked and looked around the sidewalk to check if anyone was watching. You worried someone might take a photo and affect his reputation in a second. Art just looked at the bottle, then shrugged because he didn’t care about the risk anymore. “I’m just trying to get through the night without losing my mind,” he replied and held the glass out toward you. You took it from his hand to stop him from drinking more, but you ended up taking a long sip yourself.
The alcohol burned your throat while you both kept walking toward the hotel, and you could finally see the bright lights from the front of it. “You’re a bad influence,” he joked and walked close to you until a car pulled up right in front of the hotel entrance, and you could clearly recognize who had just left inside since the two of you were just two steps away from the hotel. Tashi stepped out of the passenger side and was about to slam the door when Art jogged towards her. He grabbed the handle and yanked the door wider, and you hurried after him to try to grab his arm.
“Art, just stop for a second,” you pleaded because you didn’t want a scene in public. Tashi glared at you like you were some intruder trying to play house with her husband, but she didn’t say a word. Art ignored everyone while he leaned into the car to look at Patrick sitting in the driver’s seat. “Get the fuck out of the car, Patrick,” he ordered without even raising his voice. Patrick just stared back at him and didn’t move from behind the wheel, which made the whole thing look even worse. You felt like you should leave, but you kept your hand on Art’s shoulder while Tashi watched both of you with narrowed eyes.
“Get in the car right now, Art,” Tashi snapped and looked around the street to check for anyone with a phone out. She looked completely fed up with him, but he just stared at her before pointing toward you. “She’s coming with us, or I’m staying right here,” Art said and climbed into the passenger seat without waiting for her to agree. You felt awkward under Tashi’s gaze, but you hurried into the back seat anyway while Patrick pulled away from the curb. “Gas isn’t cheap, and now I’m stuck playing chauffeur while you two act like idiots,” Patrick grumbled as he steered the car through the empty streets.
Art gripped the armrest and didn’t even look at him. “I’ll pay for the fucking gas, so just keep driving,” Art barked back, and his voice sounded mean. Tashi sat in the back next to you with her arms crossed while the two men started to bicker even louder. You watched the back of Art’s head and wondered how this night ended up so messy. “You don’t get to tell me where to go,” Patrick muttered as he took a fast turn onto a side street. “I’ll tell you whatever I want when you’re the one who keeps showing up uninvited,” Art shouted, and you just sat there while they kept arguing at each other.
“Why’re you so pissed off?” Patrick asked while he gripped the steering wheel and looked at the road. Art let out a dry laugh and then turned to glare at him. “Why do you think, Patrick? You just fucked my wife,” Art spat, and his voice sounded like he wanted to hit something. Tashi sat up straight in the back seat, and her eyes went wide before she looked at you with a look that said you shouldn’t be listening. “I didn’t cheat on you, Art,” she lied, but she sounded defensive while she gripped her knee. Art shook his head and looked out the window.
“Oh, that’s right. I forgot you didn’t just do it today, but you also did it back in Atlanta,” Art said, and then he turned his head to look at you. “Tell them what you saw,” he ordered while he waited for you to speak up. You just shook your head because you didn’t want any more trouble, and you’re quiet in the corner of the seat. Tashi kept her eyes on you like she was waiting for you to mess up, while Patrick just kept driving the car away from the hotel. “Just tell them what you saw so they can’t lie about it anymore,” Art said while he turned around to look at you again.
You swallowed because you didn’t want to be the one to say it, but you looked at Tashi and Patrick anyway. “I saw you two together in Atlanta, and you were all over each other before you left the hotel together,” you whispered while your hands never left your lap. Tashi takes a deep breath as if she’s stopping herself from doing anything stupid while she grips the back of Art’s seat. “You’re the one who sent that email, aren’t you?” she says and stares at you like you were nothing. “How much money do you want to keep your mouth shut?” she asked while her voice rose. Art let out a loud laugh, and he shook his head at his wife.
“She’s not looking for a payout, Tashi,” he snapped before he turned his attention back to both of them. “If you were so desperate to fuck him, you should’ve had the balls to ask for an open marriage,” Art shouted at Tashi while Patrick kept driving. “We could’ve just done this as the three of us instead of you sneaking around behind my back,” he added while he glared at Patrick and Tashi. “You can do whatever you want, Tashi,” Art said while he looked out the window as if he didn’t want to see what happened next.
Tashi turned toward you and put her hand on your shoulder while she leaned in close. Her face stopped just an inch from yours while she looked you in the eyes. “Tell me if I can’t,” she whispered as she waited for you to say something. You looked at her lips, then back at her eyes, before you nodded. She moved forward and pressed her mouth against yours while you heard Patrick start to laugh in the front seat. You tried to keep the kiss gentle, but she bit your lips, as if she was taking her anger out on you. “Look at that, the girls are kissing,” Patrick taunted while he glanced back at Art.
“Maybe you should come over here and kiss me too,” he added, but Art just rolled his eyes and didn’t look at him. Tashi gripped your shoulder harder as she kept her mouth on yours while the car drove along the empty road. “Where’re you staying?” Tashi whispered while she pulled away from your mouth. You gave her the address of your hotel as you tried to catch your breath. “Drive there, Patrick,” she ordered while she looked at the two men in the front. Tashi leaned back against the seat and looked at Art with a smug expression.
“She’s already a better kisser than both of you put together,” she said while she kept her hand on your leg. Art didn’t say a word as he stared out the window, but Patrick just chuckled. “Well, I can’t wait to find out how her mouth feels on mine,” Patrick said while he checked the GPS on his phone. Heat spread across your face because you weren’t used to being talked about like that by people you barely knew. Tashi didn’t let go of you while the car turned onto the street leading to your hotel. You thought they’d just drop you off and keep fighting elsewhere, but the car ride ended with all four of you heading up to your room together.
Now you’re sitting in the middle of the mattress in just your bra and panties with the three of them surrounding you. Art is on your left, and his hand wraps around your ankle before he pulls your leg toward him. “I told you we should’ve just done this,” Art muttered while he crawled closer to you. Patrick stands by the edge of the bed and kicks his pants off, then he climbs onto the mattress right behind you. “You liking that view, Tashi?” Patrick said as his fingers gripped your waist from behind. Tashi is on your right, and she leans over you until the skin of her bare chest touches your side.
“I’m not stopping for anyone,” she said while she reached for the edge of your panties. You feel the heat from their bodies because they crowd you from every side on the bed right now. Art uses his free hand to grab Tashi’s neck, and he yanks her into a hard kiss right in front of you. They’re still at your sides, but they lean in across your lap while they make out. Tashi’s fingers slip past the elastic of your panties as she starts rubbing your clit. Patrick is behind you, and his hands move from your waist up to your tits so he can knead them.
He starts kissing your nape while he lets out a grunt. “I’ve been wanting to do this since the car,” Patrick muttered as he bit the skin of your shoulder. You let out a shaky breath because the feeling of all three of them touching you at once is a lot to take. Art pulled away from Tashi for a second so he could look at you. “Don’t get too quiet now,” Art said while he watched your reaction to Tashi’s hand. Tashi kept her hand moving as she tilted her head to see your face. “She’s already getting wet,” Tashi whispered while she pulled your panties down lower and left them there against your legs.
Art grabs the waistband of your panties to continue what Tashi left and pulls them down your legs before he tosses them onto the floor. Patrick reaches around to unhook your bra as he pulls the straps off your shoulders, letting it fall away. One of your tits is free, so Art leans in and latches his mouth onto your nipple while he sucks hard. Tashi watches him while she slides two fingers deep inside your cunt. “You really thought that email was gonna work on us?” Tashi asked while she pumped her fingers. She leans closer to your face as her hand keeps moving.
“It felt like you were trying to blackmail us,” Tashi muttered while her eyes stayed on yours. You try to shake your head and open your mouth to tell her that wasn’t it at all. Patrick doesn’t let you speak because he shoves two of his fingers into your mouth to keep you from answering. “Mmfph-!” you muffled while your back arched against his chest, and Patrick pushed your tongue down. Patrick kisses the top of your head, then he leans down to your ear. “Keep your mouth shut about that email unless you want us to stop,” Patrick whispered while he let you suck on his fingers.
You can’t even explain yourself as Tashi stretches you out from the inside with her hand. Art doesn’t let go of your tit while he uses his tongue to swirl around the tip. You’re stuck between them while they work together to make you leak all over the bed. “Hngh... hah,” you whimpered through Patrick’s fingers while you gripped Art’s hair to keep him pressed against you. Tashi moves between your legs and pushes your knees wide so she can bury her face against your cunt. She sucks your clit and slides her fingers back inside you while she stops to taste the skin.
“Mmn... did you just shave for us?” Tashi asked as she looked up with a smirk. “You’re so smooth down here,” she added while her tongue flicked over you again. Her words make your face feel hot, but Art pulls away from your nipple to watch her work. He looks at your wet folds and thinks back to when you met up with him hours before this moment. “Seriously?” Art muttered while he looked from Tashi back to your face. “Did you really get ready like this before you came to see me?” he asked as he gripped your hip.
Patrick lets out a low laugh behind you and starts teasing you about the threat you made. “She was gonna tell everyone we were cheating, but she still made sure she was perfectly prepped for the meeting,” Patrick said while he hooked his fingers in the corner of your mouth. You bite down on his knuckles because you’re embarrassed, and Tashi lets out a muffled hum against your inner thigh when she hears him. You reach out for Art, and your hand caresses his stomach while you look at him with wide eyes. “Mmf- n-no,” you manage to say through Patrick’s fingers as you try to act like he was lying.
It’s a pathetic sight because you’re begging Art for help while Patrick’s fingers stay stuffed in your mouth, and Tashi keeps eating you out. “You’re such a liar,” Patrick whispered while he leaned forward to kiss the back of your neck before he finally pulled his fingers from your mouth as he stood to kick his boxers away. His cock is out, and he starts rubbing it against your ass while he leans over your shoulder. You reach for the waistband of Art’s briefs and tug at the fabric to get him out. “Let me help,” Art muttered while he stripped the rest of his clothes off.
You turn to Tashi because you want to see her, too. “Tashi... sit up,” you whispered while she pulled her face away from your cunt. She sits back and unhooks her bra before she slides her panties down her legs. You look at them and admire how different they all are. Art’s skin is clean and completely shaved, while Patrick has a trail of hair leading down from his stomach to his cock. Tashi’s hair is trimmed and neat between her legs. Patrick moves from behind you to your side as they push you down to lie on the mattress.
“Good thing you got the big bed,” Art said while he looked down at you. Tashi crawls between your open legs and ignores the guys for a second. “I’m going first... I want her cunt,” Tashi said as she looked at Art and Patrick. It’s embarrassing to watch them claim you like this, but Tashi doesn’t stop. She leans over you and looks right into your eyes. “You want me to do this... don’t you, baby?” Tashi asked while she convinced you with a smirk. “I can get you so wet before they take turns,” she whispered as she remembered how much the guys loved sharing the same hole.
You nod your head, and she slides one of her legs between yours while she presses her wet heat against your own. You feel how sticky and wet Tashi is against your thighs, then you remember she already fucked Patrick earlier tonight. “You’re still messy from him,” you whispered while the thought slipped out of your mouth. Art’s jaw tightened because he’s still pissed off about them going behind his back, but he turns his focus to you anyway. He moves closer to your head and brushes his cock against your cheek.
“You’ve got a lot to say... do you want to use that mouth for something else?” Art asked as he hovered over you. “Y-yes, please,” you whimpered while you looked up at him. Tashi doesn’t move yet, and she keeps her heat pressed against your cunt. Patrick shifts on the mattress because he feels left out. “What about me?” Patrick asked while he watched Art get ready. You reach out and wrap your fingers around Patrick’s cock to show him you aren’t ignoring him. You give him a smile because you want both of them to feel included while you’re pinned to the bed.
Patrick lets out a grunt as you start to stroke him. Art doesn’t wait any longer while he guides the tip of his cock to your lips. “Open up,” Art muttered as he looked down at you. You part your lips and take him inside while Tashi’s body presses against your legs. Art thrusts his cock slowly into your mouth, but he doesn’t pull away while he watches Tashi. She thrusts her hips against you, and her clit rubs against your pussy with every move. “Mmmph-!” you muffled because Art’s cock is deep in your throat. Patrick wraps his hand over yours, and he uses your grip to stroke his cock faster.
Tashi looks up at the two men while she keeps grinding her wet heat against your cunt. “You guys need to kiss and make up,” Tashi said as she watched the tension between them. Art narrows his eyes at Patrick while he continues to fuck your mouth. “No,” Art grunted through his teeth. Tashi lets out a laugh because she knows how to get what she wants. “I know you want to,” Tashi said while she ground her hips harder against yours. Patrick reaches out with his free hand and grabs Art’s jaw before he guides his face closer.
Art angrily kisses Patrick back while his cock is still stuffed inside your mouth. You watch them make out above you, and your eyes roll back in your head from the sensation of Tashi’s cunt against yours. “Hngh-!” you groaned as you got wetter with each thrust. Tashi hums as she watches the men finally give in to what they want. Patrick keeps his hand on Art’s side to caress him once they stop kissing. Tashi reaches out to pull Patrick into a kiss of her own as she continues to grind her cunt against yours. Patrick continues to use his other hand to help you stroke his cock while he’s distracted with Tashi’s mouth.
Art doesn’t speed up his pace yet because he’s watching them, but he makes sure to shove his cock deep into your throat. “Mmfph-! Gngh-!” You gagged while your eyes watered from how deep he is. Tashi uses her free hand to grip your thigh and hold your legs wide so she can feel more of you. Art looks down to watch you swallow him while his cock is still stuffed in your mouth. Patrick pulls away from Tashi to look at Art. “You like seeing her take it like that?” Patrick asked as he let out a low grunt. Art doesn’t answer as he thrusts deep again to make you choke on his length.
“It’s pretty clear he enjoys this since he won’t stop making you gag,” Tashi said as she watched Art shove his cock deep into your mouth again. Your cunt is squirming and pulsing against her with every grind of her hips. You reach down to rub your clit, and Tashi lets out a laugh at how desperate you look. “Are you getting close, baby?” Tashi asked while she watched your hand move faster. You let out a muffled hum around Art’s cock as you try to nod your head. Art keeps his cock stuffed in your throat while he watches you struggle to breathe.
Patrick pulls your hand away from his cock so he can stroke himself right in front of your tits. He moves his hand fast while he looks at Art and Tashi using you. “Sh-shit- fuck,” Patrick groaned as he finally came. He shoots his cum across your chest and stomach while you feel it land on your skin. Tashi keeps grinding against you as she pins your legs down. “Mmfph-!” you muffled against Art’s length while Patrick’s cum drips down your belly. Art lets out a low grunt and starts to thrust his cock more aggressively into your mouth.
You cum against Tashi’s cunt, and the extra mess makes a loud squelching sound as she grinds her hips to reach her own climax. Your folds and clit rub together while she focuses on the way your cunt slides against each other. Art feels the vibrations of your muffled moans as his cock twitches in your mouth. He reaches back to grab a handful of your hair while he keeps thrusting deep. “Tashi- I’m close,” Art grunted as he looked at her for the okay. Tashi doesn’t stop her pace as she looks up at him. “Do it, fill her up,” she panted while she rubbed herself harder against you.
Art shoots his cum down your throat and keeps shoving himself deep until he’s empty. He pulls his cock out and lets the extra drops leak over your bottom lip. “Swallow every bit of it,” Patrick ordered as he watched from the side. Art sits back while Tashi leans down to suck on your nipple without caring about the cum on your skin. You stick your tongue out to show your mouth is empty as you swallow, while Tashi finally cums hard against your cunt. Tashi gets off you with Patrick’s help because her legs feel a little sensitive from that orgasm.
She leans back against the headboard to catch her breath and reaches out to caress your shoulder. Art crawls between your legs as he looks up at you. “You think you can handle another round for us, baby?” Art asked while he ran his hands up your thighs. You look over at Tashi to see what they have in mind. “We’re not even close to done with you yet,” Tashi said as she played with your hair. You look back at Art and let out a breath. “How do you want me?” you asked while you watched him. Patrick looks down at your wet cunt and grips his cock.
“Well, we want to take you at the same-” Patrick started, but Tashi cut him off before he could finish. She leans forward to move your hair out of your face. “We want to see how you take both of them at once,” Tashi said as she smiled at you. “Do you have any lube nearby?” Art asked while he looked at your messy thighs. You shake your head as you realize you weren’t prepared for them to take things this far. “It’s fine, we’ll make it work,” Patrick said as he shared a look with Art. They both silently agree that Patrick should be the one to go first since he’s the thickest and needs to stretch your cunt out.
“On your side, baby,” Tashi said while she helped you roll over. Patrick holds his hand out toward you. “Spit for me,” Patrick ordered as he waited for you to wet his palm. He collects spit from Tashi and Art, too, before he rubs the moisture all over his cock and lies down behind you. “Have you guys actually done this before?” you asked as your voice wavered. Tashi let out a little laugh while she watched the men get into place. “Not with me, they haven’t,” Tashi said as she leaned over you. Patrick and Art both nod as they admit they’ve shared girls before, but never in the same hole at once.
Art leans down toward Tashi’s ankle and starts kissing his way up her inner thigh while Patrick grips your hip. “Ngh- oh,” you gasped as Patrick pushed the head of his cock against your entrance and started to slide into your cunt from behind. Art opens Tashi’s legs wider as he leans down to start licking her pussy. Tashi lets out a breath and threads her fingers through Art’s hair while she reaches her other hand out to touch Patrick’s arm. Patrick lets out a low hum as he leans into her touch, but he doesn’t move his cock inside you just yet.
Patrick moves his hand from your hip to your leg and raises it to create more room for himself. “Mmn, that feels so good,” you whispered as you felt him stretching your entrance. Patrick looks down at your cunt while he keeps your leg hooked over him. “You like being filled like this?” Patrick asked as he watched your reaction. Art looks up from between Tashi’s thighs to watch you while he keeps his tongue busy on her clit. Patrick starts to push deeper into you as he feels your walls clench around his thick length. “Mnghh, yes- please,” you panted while you watched Art and Tashi together
“Are you going to let me come right in your mouth, Art?” Tashi teased while she looked down at him. Art pulls away from her pussy and glances at you as he wonders if Patrick is almost done stretching you out. “I’ll try to keep up,” Art said while he looked between the two of you. Tashi nods, as if she understands his hesitation, and turns her gaze toward you. “You’re going to help me get there while they work on you, right?” Tashi asked as she watched you nod eagerly. Art reaches over to squeeze your breast while he rubs his thumb over your nipple.
“S-shi- Patrick,” you moaned as he started thrusting into your cunt. Patrick grips your thigh while he pushes his thick cock deep inside you to open you up for both of them. “Just take it, baby,” Patrick grunted while he kept moving. You feel your walls stretch with every thrust of his length as he works to make enough room for Art to join him. Patrick squeezes the leg he’s holding as he pushes deep and makes you even wetter around his length. “F-fuck, she’s opening up so well for us,” Patrick groaned while he watched your cunt stretch around him.
Art lets out a muffled hum against Tashi’s clit and keeps his tongue moving. Tashi tightens her grip on Art’s hair while you reach for her free hand and hold it tight. “Haaah- mmf,” you whimpered as you leaned forward to bite her arm. Tashi looks down at you but keeps her attention on the way you’re taking Patrick. “Don’t get too rough with her yet,” Tashi panted while she watched Patrick’s thick cock slide in and out of you. Patrick nods and keeps his movements controlled so he can focus on how your walls clench against him. Art pauses and looks up from Tashi’s thighs with his chin glistening and wet from her.
He stares right at your cunt and watches the way Patrick’s cock disappears inside you. “Nn- Pat- P-patrick,” you breathed while you held onto Tashi. Art looks back toward Tashi and gives her a look like he’s asking for permission. “Please?” Art asked as he waited for her to nod. Tashi gives him a small smile and nods to signal that he can go ahead. Art stands on his knees and moves closer to you while Patrick slows down his movements until he stops. Art straddles your leg that’s resting on the bed and reaches out to take your other leg from Patrick so he can hook it over his shoulder.
Tashi moves closer to you as she lets you lay your head on her thigh and starts to play with your hair. “I’m putting in now, baby,” Art whispered while he guided the head of his cock to your cunt. He slowly pushes the tip in beside Patrick’s length and makes you let out a choked sound. “Ahhn-! No, wait-” you gasped while your eyes rolled back. Tashi leans down to kiss your forehead as she tries to keep you calm. “Shh, just breathe through it,” Tashi said as she watched Art slowly force more of himself into you, but he stopped moving once he got past the tip because he felt you clench around both of them.
He moves your leg slightly further back on his shoulder before he spits directly onto your cunt to add more wetness between their cocks. “We’ve got to take our time with this since we’re short on lube,” Art grunted while he looked down at the way your cunt takes them. You pout at him and let out a shaky breath. “Just take it out- You guys can just- fuck- take turns,” you whined, and you felt too full. Patrick lets out a chuckle and reaches forward to rub your clit. “Giving up already when he’s barely even halfway in?” Patrick teased while he watched you squirm against his hand.
“I think Art likes how his cock feels right next to mine,” Patrick teases him while he keeps rubbing your clit to keep you wet. Art gives a small smirk and slowly starts to push more of himself into your cunt. “You’re doing so good for us, baby,” Tashi whispered as she kept playing with your hair. “Hngh- haaaah,” you choked out while your cunt stretched to its limit around both thick cocks. Art pushes past the last bit of resistance and bottoms out as you bury your face against Tashi’s thigh and bite down on her skin. Tashi looks over at Art and Patrick while she keeps her hand moving through your hair.
“Give her a second to get used to having both of you inside,” Tashi said as she reached down to pinch your nipple. Patrick nuzzles his face into the back of your neck and lets his stubble scratch against you. “You’re taking us so well, baby,” Patrick whispered while he kept rubbing your clit to help you relax. Art rubs his hand up and down your leg on his shoulder before he leans in to kiss your calf. “God, you look so good stuffed like this,” Art panted as he watched his cock sliding right against Patrick’s. You can’t even close your legs with them taking up all the space, but Tashi keeps you grounded with her touch.
“Mmn, f-fuck,” you whimpered while you felt your walls starting to pulse around them. “Can they start moving yet?” Tashi asked while she looked down at you. You let out a shaky nod as you tried to adjust to the pressure. “Just grind against her without pulling out so she can get used to the size,” Tashi ordered while she kept her fingers in your hair. Art nods and starts to rotate his hips, but Patrick lets out a scoff. “Don’t be difficult, Patrick,” Tashi said as she caught his eye. Patrick follows Art’s lead and starts grinding his length against yours while his cock rubs right against Art’s inside you.
“Fucking hell, it’s so tight in here,” Patrick grunted while he felt your walls twitching around them. Art watches all of you tangled together and spits on your opening once more to keep things slick. “Look at how much she’s taking,” Art panted as he watched the spit slide down between their cocks. “Mmff, oh please-” you whimpered while you felt them rubbing together deep inside your cunt. Patrick tries to hold back, but he fails and starts thrusting hard into your cunt. Art stops his own grinding and looks over at him with a glare.
“What the fuck, Patrick? We said we’d wait,” Art snapped while he held your leg steady. Patrick doesn’t slow down but keeps shoving deep as his cock slides against Art’s length. “Just keep up with me,” Patrick grunted while he watched your face. Tashi looks visibly pissed and lifts your face from her leg to see you tearing up while you bite your lip to hide your moans. “Mmf- hah,” you whimpered as she slides two fingers into your mouth for you to suck on. Tashi glares at Patrick as she tries to comfort you.
“I’m going to kill you if you don’t listen,” Tashi threatened as she watched him stretch you out. Patrick looks at both of them like he doesn’t give a shit. “It’s too much, and I need to move,” Patrick muttered while he kept his pace. “Ngh- a-ahh,” you panted around Tashi’s fingers as the feeling of both of them moving at once became too much to handle. Art and Patrick find a matching pace as they start thrusting together. “F-fuck, that’s it,” Art panted while he watched their cocks slide deep inside you at the same time.
You reach down between Tashi’s legs and start rubbing her cunt to distract yourself from the intense stretch while you keep sucking on her fingers. Art reaches down to push Patrick’s hand away from your clit so he can take over rubbing you himself. Patrick moves his hand to your hip to keep you in place while he keeps pushing into you. “Sh-shit, sorry baby,” Patrick whispered before he leaned down to kiss your shoulder. Tashi lets out a breathy moan as she feels your fingers working on her. “Oh god, keep doing that,” Tashi panted while she watched the men work together to fill you up.
Art keeps his thumb moving over your clit while he matches every one of Patrick’s thrusts. “Mmmph-” you gasped around Tashi’s hand while the synchronized movement forced your walls to open even wider for them. You keep rubbing Tashi’s clit while your eyes watch Art as he closes his eyes and thrusts into you. “So wet- you’re so fucking wet around us,” Art panted while he kept his thumb working over your clit. Patrick raises himself up slightly behind you but keeps his side pressed against your back as his cock remains deep in your cunt.
He pulls Tashi’s fingers out of your mouth before he leans over to take your lips in a deep kiss. Patrick plants his free hand on the mattress to balance himself, and he sucks your tongue the moment you slide it in his mouth. You respond to the kiss and use your free hand to hold his face as your fingers play with his facial hair. “Mmmph-!” you moaned into his mouth while both cocks slide together inside your walls. Art watches the way your body reacts to Patrick’s kiss and keeps his pace against his. “Keep going- just like that,” Tashi breathed while she watched the four of you entangled together on the bed.
You suddenly cum without even realizing it’s happening, and your walls clench so hard around them. Patrick pulls away from the kiss to look at your face, but you look back at him, heat spreading across your skin. “I-I didn’t think I would be that fast,” you whispered, and you felt embarrassed about how sensitive you’d become. You look away from them before burying your face against Tashi’s leg and stop rubbing her clit. Your body keeps squirming from the orgasm while Tashi lets out a soft coo. “It’s okay, sweetheart, you’ve been taking so much from them,” Tashi said after she looked at Art and Patrick.
The guys share a look, and then they both start thrusting fast into your soaking cunt. “Sh-shit, you’re so tight now,” Art panted while he matched Patrick’s speed. Patrick grips your hip harder and shoves himself deep into you. “Haaah- mmf, too much!” you cried out when you felt them both fucking you deep over and over. They don’t slow down at all but keep pushing deeper after their movements fall out of sync to overstimulate you. “God, you’re so loud… The whole floor’s going to hear you screaming for us,” Art panted, and he leaned forward to bend your leg on his shoulder in half.
This change in angle forces his cock deeper into your cunt as it slides hard against Patrick’s length. You hear the wet sound of their skin slapping against your thighs with every thrust, while their balls also make contact with your skin whenever they’re deep enough. Patrick shoves himself into your back, and you feel the tickle of his pubic hair against your skin when he bottoms out. Your body thrashes against the mattress, but they easily pin you down, considering it’s three of them and it’s just one of you. Tashi grips your hair to force your face toward the guys before she watches you struggle.
“Look at you- just a pathetic mess for them to use,” Tashi scoffed as she kept your head tilted back. Art keeps his thumb working your clit while he matches Patrick’s aggressive pace. “Nnngh- haah, please!” you wailed when the sensation of both cocks grinding together inside you became too much to bear. Patrick grips your hips to pull you against him and tilts your pelvis back while he lies behind you. This move makes his cock rub even harder against Art’s length inside your cunt, but it clearly annoys Art.
“God, you feel so good like this,” Patrick grunted when he felt the cocks grinding against each other. Art looks frustrated that Patrick moved you because it made it hard for him to move, so he responds by bending you in half while he hovers over your side. He grips Patrick’s shoulder for support and holds the sheets tight with his other hand before he sinks his teeth into the side of your neck. The new angle makes them both reach your spot, and you gasp from the overstimulation of them being so deep.
You try to push Art off your side, but he doesn’t budge even an inch under your touch. Tashi angles your head toward Art after she watches your eyes roll back from the pleasure. “Kiss him, show him how much you want this,” Tashi ordered while she kept gripping your hair. Art leans down to take your mouth in a rough kiss after he hears you whimper. “Mmmph-! nnngh,” you moaned into his lips when they both shoved deeper into your cunt. Art pulls back from the kiss and rises onto his knees again while you lie there with your breath coming out in ragged hitches.
Your cunt pulses around them both, but your legs are shaking, and they feel useless against the sheets. Your brain isn’t functioning anymore, and you can’t keep your eyes open either. “You can’t even think anymore,” Patrick grunted when he felt your walls pulse and squeezed his shaft. You can tell Art is getting close to coming with the way his cock twitches inside you. You and Patrick both feel the way Art’s cock reacts inside you while his thrusts become desperate and sloppy. Tashi watches from the headboard and sees how overstimulated you are.
“You’re taking them so well, baby. Such a good little slut for being so wet and open for them,” Tashi whispered before she reached down to rub your clit since Art stopped a while ago. You didn’t notice his hand move, but the feeling from her fingers makes your back arch. “Haaah- mmf, t-too much,” you whined after the overwhelming pleasure made your stomach twist. “Just take it- you’re doing so good for us,” Art panted while he thrust as deep as he could go. It took a few more movements before he cum inside you and gripped your leg against his body while his fingers dug into your calves.
“Fuck- take it all,” Art grunted, and the way you’re being fucked makes it hard for you to breathe. You feel a sudden pressure in your bladder from how they’re filling your cunt, but you don’t have the strength to kick them off, even if you want to, because your legs shake too much. They know that being stretched by both of them at once is too much, and Art notices your eyes rolling back when he cums inside you. “Looks like you’re going to cum again… Just let it out,” Art panted after he buried himself deep. The feeling of Art filling you up and his cock twitching inside makes your toes curl.
Your head thrashes on Tashi’s lap before your hands grab the sheets because you don’t know where to put them. “Tell me what you’re feeling, baby,” Tashi whispered as she looked down at you. You struggle to get the words out when the pressure builds in your lower belly. “I’m so full- like I’m gonna p-piss,” you whined, and your back arched. Tashi smiled because she realized how close you were. “You’re right there for us,” Tashi murmured while she kept rubbing you. Patrick grinned while watching your body react to both.
“Are you gonna squirt for us?” Patrick asked, and you shake your head at them when they look at you differently after Patrick put that idea in their heads. “Oh, you’re gonna wet the bed for us, baby,” Tashi whispered and pressed her fingers harder against your clit. Art’s cum acts as extra lubrication for Patrick, which makes it easy for his cock to slide deeper, and the squelching sounds of their movement get louder. You’re stuck between Art’s body because he doesn’t pull out yet, but still thrusting slowly, and Patrick’s needy movement from behind.
“Stop- h-hah, I-I can’t,” you whined, and your head thrashes against Tashi. It doesn’t take long before Patrick finishes the feeling of Art’s cum inside you, which makes him lose his control. His knuckles go white when his hands tighten on your hips, and he starts thrusting into you without stopping. Patrick groans, and he buries his face in your nape while he continues finishing inside your cunt. The fullness from both of them makes your stomach feel bloated in the best way. “Look at you- mmn, taking both of us so well,” Patrick panted against your skin, and his hands reach around to play with your tits.
You try to hide your face when heat spreads across your skin from their words. “I’m- ngh, ahh- It’s too much,” you gasped while Tashi kept teasing you with her fingers. Art leaned down to kiss your shoulder after his cock twitched inside you. “Just let it happen, baby,” Art murmured when he pulled back to watch your reaction. “It’s okay if you make a mess,” Tashi whispered and pressed harder against your clit while the boys continued to thrust deeply. The combination of cum and your own wetness makes it easy for them to slide inside you, and the pace makes you feel every movement.
Art and Patrick reach around to play with your breasts after Tashi’s fingers work against you until overstimulation builds in your belly. “Ngh- hah, it’s- hngh!” you gasped, and your eyes rolled back as you couldn’t hold it anymore. Your cunt pulses and clenches hard around both cocks before it suddenly rushes out of you. It spills uncontrollably forward onto Art’s stomach, and it made you soak their cocks that are still buried in your cunt. “P-please- make it stop- hngh, oh god!” you cried as your back arched against Patrick’s chest while your release spread between them and pools onto the bedsheets.
Tashi’s hand gets completely soaked as she keeps rubbing you, and the fluid coming out of you continues to go on for several seconds. “I’m sorry- mmf, I can’t- hah, s-stop it!” you sobbed and tried to hide your face because you didn’t want them to see you like this. Patrick and Art don’t pull out, but they keep thrusting through your orgasm until you finally stop. You let out a garbled and broken moan before you sink into the mattress and try to catch your breath. They watch the mess they made while they catch their own breath and admire how much you took.
“Look at what you did- mmn, you’re so soaked,” Patrick panted after he leaned forward to kiss your shoulder. You turn your head away because the praise makes your skin feel warm. “I couldn’t- hngh, I couldn’t help it,” you whispered when the feeling finally began to fade. Tashi smiled and wiped sweat from your forehead as Art’s hand squeezed your waist. “You did so good for us,” Tashi murmured as she looked down at your spent expression. Patrick finally slides out of your cunt and rolls onto his back to stare at the ceiling while he catches his breath.
Art doesn’t pull his cock out yet, but he moves your leg off his shoulder and rolls you from your side onto your back before he leans down to nuzzle your neck. His hips grind against you once more, and you feel every inch of him buried inside you. “Tashi- hah, tell him to get off me,” you whispered and nudged Art’s chest because you’re too tired to deal with him. Tashi looks down at Art and runs her hand through your hair while you rest your head on her lap. “Art, let her breathe. Move your ass,” Tashi said after she saw how exhausted you looked. Art just groans into your collarbone and keeps his cock inside you for a few more seconds.
“Just give me five minutes- mmn, I’m not ready to move,” Art muttered before he pressed his face against you, but Patrick just laughed from the other side of the bed. Art scowls at the sound of Patrick’s laughter and buries his face into your neck while he ignores the others. He peppers kisses across your collarbone before he moves down toward your chest, but you let out a huff and try to push his shoulders away. “Stop- mmn, Art, too tired,” you muttered and turned your head to the side despite your cunt clenching around his cock when he nudged your sweet spot.
He feels you grip him and lets out a grunt after he leans up to whisper against your ear. “Your body says something else, you’re still squeezing me so hard,” Art rasped when he nipped your earlobe and ground his hips down once more. Tashi watches him with a smirk and keeps her hand on your shoulder, but Patrick just watches from his side of the bed. Art looks up at Tashi and opens his mouth like he’s about to ask something, but he stops himself before he can finish. “Are we-? Actually, I don’t care,” Art muttered and then looked at Tashi with a scowl.
“I’m keeping her,” he added after he buried his face into the valley of your breasts while his cock twitched inside your cunt. You roll your eyes and push at his hair because his possessiveness is annoying. “I can decide for myself where I’m going, Art,” you snapped when he started to nuzzle your skin. Tashi tilts her head and watches him with a dry look before she leans back against the pillows. “You want to keep her just because of what I did with Patrick?” Tashi asked when he finally looked at her. Art lets out a mmn and glances up without moving his head from your chest while he keeps his hand on your waist.
“She’s staying with us,” Patrick said from across the bed, and he reached over to touch your ankle. You look between the three of them and let out a tired huff before you finally speak. “If I’m staying, then all of you belong to me now,” you whispered and watched the way their expressions changed. Patrick leans toward you and kisses your lips before he breathes out. “The Donaldsons are very needy people,” Patrick said after he pulled back to look at Art and Tashi. Tashi hums and runs her thumb over your jaw while she considers his words.
“I just like to keep what belongs to me,” Tashi said when she glanced at the two men. “I’m taking such good care of my boys,” she added after she brushed your hair from your face. You look at her and wait for her to continue, but she just smiles because she likes the way you’re watching her. “I’m going to take good care of you, too,” Tashi whispered before she leaned down to kiss your forehead. Art finally pulls out of your cunt and rolls to your other side, then his hand tightens on your thigh when all three of them surround you on the messy sheets. You exhale and close your eyes while you lean into Tashi’s touch because you could definitely get used to this.
It's not r*pe, it's rape. It's not su*cide, it's suicide. Not unalive, dead. The backbone needs to be reintroduced en masse because softening the blow of these concepts with advertising language does absolutely nothing but allow people unaffected by them to feel not even a sting of what they can do, prompting inaction.
And it's been proven that on certain websites, you don't even face a repercussion for using the words as they are. People just started censoring themselves because they feared the potential lack of views and likes and followers which is so nasty itself.
I attended an anti-suicide seminar in college. One of the big takeaways from it was that stigmatizing suicide increases the rate of suicide, because people who are feeling suicidal feel like they can't ask for help. Every time I see babytalk garbage like 'unalive', I think of that.
…okay so what if the problem with the taomeba never happened on the way back home. What if the radiation never got onto the Blip-A. What if Rocky ended up back on Erid, and Grace made it back to Earth. What if they missed each other desperately forever.
What if Grace made a lopsided crochet Rocky and cuddled it every night.
What if Rocky couldn’t stop making xenonite puppets of his alien friend.
What if I made myself cry, what about that? Huh? What then?
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