#patashi

[wormswurld]

thinking abt art literally not being able to get it up if tashi or patrick arent even a little bit mean to him but sometimes the humiliation of it is enough.,., 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

yeahh *dreamy sigh* sometimes tashi slightly making little digs or jabs at his masculinity makes him suuuper hard and he’s just left with the thoughts of “whywhywhywhy”… tashi saying she can just invite patrick over instead cuz he’s a “real man” and knows how to tend to her “needs”.. tashi laughing at art for “moaning like a girl” just little things like that makes his head spin,, i feel like after awhile of this happening patashi would just walk in on art wearing panties and getting off on a pillow.. calling himself a “good boy” and just praising himself for fucking (the pillow) so well 🙈

[amymbona]

THE WAY HE GAGS ON HER FINGERS guys I just squirted

[coolgrl111]

hiii! this is girliiism begging you to indulge me with text between girl dad!art from my series and his daughter and reader and ofc patashi. please and thank 🙏🏽

YEAHHH GIRL DAD ART!!!!!! my culture!!!!

[saltburntme]

oh YES, this was fun to make

CW FOR FLASHING LIGHTS !!

[ we both reached for the gun from chicago ]

[ziggylunar]

my favourites moments from the screenplay! i was so surprised to see that the hotel scene doesn't exist at all in the original script; i guess we can thank luca guadagnino for that. also they didn't keep it in the movie but i thought it was so interesting how tashi is coaching art not only in tennis but sexually there... and how much more sexual the triangle is in general, because we can see that patrick very clearly please her in bed while art doesn't. also the break a leg comment?? wish they'd kept that. also thanks for the confirmation that art was indeed looking at patrick's dick in the sauna ig

[itoldyatshirt]

Tashi and Patrick switching dominance

[cool-blog-name]

does this make sense

(i saw someone talking about their dynamic and shbwbsbwhdbekdjw so enjoy this 5 pixel edit i made on picsart 2 minutes ago)

[artstennisracket]

art asking patrick if he got everything he wanted for christmas

[princess-of-songs]

This parallel ripped my heart out

*originally posted on Reddit*

I was joking to myself that the car scene was kinda like another sauna scene and then it hit me lol.

Probably not even 12 hours apart. 🫠 Patrick getting his heart wrung through the wringer twice! Like husband, like wife. 😭

[artdcnaldson]

auguhhhhhh patrick and tashi fucking when she thinks arts asleep next to them/in the other room but patrick knows arts is awake and getting off on it aughhhhh

GODDDD <3

Thinking... 2006 hotel room BUT it's the night after Patrick wins the final. Art skips out on the party early and goes home to sulk in his bed and sleep. He lays down on the farthest end of his bed, so he knows there's no chance that he'll roll over and meet Patrick later that night. The loss still stings like a fresh burn.

It's hot in the room— they never did get around to fixing that AC unit. So he's sweating and irritable by the time the door opens to the hotel. He's kicked half of the blanket off, and he's glad he's got his face buried in his pillow so Patrick can't see how he's pouting as he clambers his way into the room.

"It's fine, he's asleep."

"How can you tell?"

"I've roomed with him for six years, I know these things."

Art is, most definitely, not asleep. But he keeps his eyes squeezed shut and listens to the wet, smacking sounds of him kissing Tashi, or Tashi kissing him, or them kissing each other. The sounds of breathy moans and soft gasps and spit and tongues. His fist clenches into the scratchy bedsheets as he hears Patrick push Tashi onto the bed and climb on top of her.

He lays there and stares at the curtain blowing in the night air, listens to their fumbling, frantic attempts to strip down and touch more, kiss more. His jaw hurts from how hard he's clenching his teeth. It's humiliating. He should get up and walk out. He could go into the bathroom and hide there— he'd done that plenty at boarding school. Or he could walk out, go sulk by the pool, maybe pick up a pretty girl who'd also lost in her matches.

Instead, he lies there, listening to their soft moans. He hears Patrick get up and fumble through his tennis bag for the condoms he knows he keeps in the inner pocket alongside his contraband cigarettes. Even with his eyes closed, Art can picture the stupid little grin he's wearing, can see him tearing the foil with his teeth the way he had done when he'd shown Art how to put one on. It wasn't anything bad... Art's family had just exempted him from Sex Ed week in health class for religious reasons.

He wonders what position they're in. And he shouldn't. But they shouldn't be fucking with him one bed over. Not even one bed over— with the way he and Patrick sleep, it's practically the same bed. He hears every moan, every grunt that Patrick tries to muffle into her hair. He's hard without even wanting to be, pressed against the mattress so every little rock of the beds gives him a tiny jolt of pleasure.

The headboard smacks dully against the wall, the shitty mattress squeaks, and Art has to hear all of it. Every smack of skin against skin.

"Shhh... Tash, you're gonna wake sleeping beauty."

"Shut the fuck up."

"You probably wish he was awake."

"I said shut up."

Art's cheeks are burning hot, his breath gets shuddery. He wonders if he can reach down and palm himself for a little relief without giving away that he's awake. But he endures, like it's some penance for all of the envious, wrathful thoughts he's had since he had to hold that stupid fucking runner's up plate next to Patrick.

He has to listen to Tashi come once, then again before Patrick comes with a groan loud enough that it should have woken Art up, if he was actually asleep. They go quiet, like they're waiting for him to say something, then they're laughing like it's all some huge joke.

There's the rustle of Tashi redressing, some snarky back and forth, then the door opens and closes and the two boys are alone in their hotel. Again.

It's quiet. Patrick groans and rolls over onto Art's side of the bed. Art grits his teeth as Patrick nuzzles against his side like a very large, very annoying cat. He smells like sweat and sex and cigarettes.

"You need a fucking bath," Art mutters. "And I hate you. You knew I was awake, you're an asshole."

Patrick kisses Art's cheek. "You loved it. You love me."

Art doesn't reply. What's the point refuting the truth?

[wormswurld]

Omg please continue the tashi slipping art viagra then cucking him

okay! i can do that :D obvious tw for duncon regarding drugs, the perspective is off at times i think oopsies, 846 words; enjoy! 🌟

to be honest i feel like after she slips viagra into art’s drink he starts to feel off after 30 minutes or so..feeling all warm, cheeks flushed, maybe a little bit of sweat above his brow.. but god does he feel tight, feels his stomach slowly twisting into a knot, his slacks just making him overwhelmed and dizzy.. he tries to pass it off as nerves, after all tashi looks so gorgeous sitting across from him, and this is their first date in a hot minute..

“you alright baby? you seem uncomfortable?” tashi asks sickly sweet, her soft palm grasping the side of his cheek..fuck, what is wrong with him, even just the slightest touch made his stomach (and balls) tense up, this can’t just be nerves.. “y-yeah, just a little nervous, you look beautiful tonight…by the way” and tashi just smiles, evil grin disguised by her captivating gaze.. “well aren’t you the sweetest..” placing a peck on his flushed cheek, before art has time to press his cheek further onto tashi’s pursed lips there’s a knock at the door, “and by the way, pat is joining us for dinner” tashi quips as she makes her way to the door.

and if art wasn’t sweating already he sure is now because patrick looks hot, like really really hot. his hair is slightly messy, a couple of greys spiraling their way into his jet black curls, and a black button down shirt tucked into his nicely fitted blue jeans that accentuate his bulge perfectly. “hey artie, dug up this shirt for dinner tonight, you like?” patrick says smugly, giving art a small spin. oh absolutely he liked. he liked a lot. too dumbfounded to speak he just nodded his head, patrick winking at him before he sat down at the dinner table.

it’s too much now. way too much. art is starting to feel antsy, too aware of his pants and shirt clinging to his body. and tashi. oh tashi. looking as perfect as ever and she swipes the hair out of her face, leaning into patrick whenever he makes her laugh. god. the two of them have been at this for the past 30 minutes now, laughing and giving small touches here and there. art sees patrick put his hand on her leg and that’s when he has to excuse himself. he can’t take it anymore. his body is buzzing with arousal, which is rare these days, but my god do tashi and patrick have an effect on him.

slowly standing up, art catches the attention of the two. especially patrick. eyeing him up and down like a peice of meat, letting his eyes linger on the straining fabric of art’s armani dress pants. “can i be e-excused?” he feels like such an idiot, a grown man asking his wife and beat friend if he can be excused from the dinner table. but nothing can take away his table manners that have been drilled into him from so long ago at the academy.

“hmm, i don’t know pat” tashi says, face now supplying a cheshire cat grin as she faces patrick, “can our boy be excused?” hands now balled into a fist at his sides, art glances at patrick, desperation oozing from his eyes. a quiet plea. chuckling softly patrick smirks, “of course he can, he’s been good hasn’t he?” tashi now averting her gaze from patrick’s she fixes them on his neck, slowly kissing up the long space of skin, biting a couple times under his ear, earning a hearty moan from.

stuck. art is stuck. paralyzed even. as he watches tashi devour the collum of patrick’s neck. patrick’s face blissfully fucked out as tashi runs her manicured nails down his shirt. and art just wants to cry fat wet tears because this isn’t fair. neither of them are helping him, and he feels so lightheaded he might pass out. pathetically making his way over to the two art kneels. knowing his place is best at the feet of his two lovers. “fuck tash—look at him now, on his knees and e-everything” groans patrick, looking at the worked up blonde beneath him.

but tashi doesn’t stop. she just expertly unbuttons patrick’s jeans with one hand, and begins stroking his hard cock. art is nearly drooling at the sight of tashi’s pretty hands on patrick’s girthy length. each time he sees her nails graze over the course black pubic hair his brain short-circuits. slowly palming at his swollen clothed cock, art whines. he really whines, the type of whines puppies let out when they’re punished. “please! p-please just touch me…need it need bad”

and there patrick goes. “fuck— art! oh f-fuck art..” patrick moans as tashi pumps him a few more times, leaving him to cover his jeans in cum. wiping her dirty hand on patrick’s shirt, tashi fixes her gaze on art. finally. “since you’re so noisy clean him up. i have dishes to do.” and with that tashi is off. leaving a half clothed, breathless patrick, and a nauseatingly hard art on the floor.

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[cowboygideon]

I love so much how every time we see art and patrick before knee-gate, they're eating (or drinking) something "unhealthy." Like the hotdogs and the churros and the cigarettes, of course (which I'm now realizing are all phallic symbolism LMAO) plus the coca-colas and the beer. Because it just furthers this idea that Patrick is a kind of corrupting force to Art, who we know, as Ice, is a very controlled person. And then, during their final game, you have Art with his fuckass protein paste, or whatever, but Patrick with the banana, which obviously isn't unhealthy, but still something much more akin to the food of your average person—and he offers it to him! Jokingly, yeah, because he knows he's not going to take it, but also, like offering his hand, inviting Art to take part in his own corruption once again. Plus, a banana?? Could they have found a more dick-like food? Insanity.

Also I like that the one scene we have of the throuple in a room together (the party notwithstanding), Tashi is also drinking the beer. Because Patrick stokes the fire in her too, brings out a part of her that Art alone doesn't.

I was thinking about this because I saw a cut scene in the script, where Tashi and Art smoke a cigarette, and I found it really interesting. Because, for one, I understand why they'd cut it, since such a big part of the artashi dynamic is restraint, repression, both pushed further into the frigid parts of their personalities, so having them do something like that without Patrick around might remove some of that. But ALSO I think it was such a good scene because they both start coughing during it, and it sort of feels like their trying to make up for Patrick's absence with each other, but they fail. They need Patrick to push them completely out of their comfort zones—or else they'll just keep toeing that line between the familiar and the unfamiliar, safety and freedom.

Anyway, in conclusion, welcome back Adam and Eve and that fucking snake, enjoy your apple [polyamory].

[amymbona]

"she's an actress" "she's a professional" idc if I was Zendaya I would have squirted

[ghostgirl-22]

Patrick wearing lingerie with Tashi….

So… this turned into kink really fast I fear. Sorry if this isn’t what you wanted anon 😞

CW: 18+ !NSFW! Toys, mention of spanking, pegging and mild daddy kink. In addition to what it says on the tin

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Patrick’s still trying to dig into their lives. Get into every aspect so they can’t take him out again. Arts not home for a week, and Patrick’s wearing his clothes everyday... Is how it’s going. Sometimes wears his underwear, tight little briefs. Art is just a bit smaller than him, thighs, arms…cock. He’s filled out though. A lot. Patrick gets hard when he thinks about it.

Art’s on a ski trip with the whole Donaldson family and Lily. He isn’t ready to say to his parents and sisters and in laws that Patrick likes to sleep in bed with him and his wife. Art doesn’t say Patrick shouldn’t come but they all know he shouldn’t. And Patrick can’t be alone. Patrick doesn’t say he can’t be alone. But they all know he can’t.

So Tashi stays at home. She’s is happy for the excuse not to go…“I’ve got company in town.” Tashi explains, oh so regrettable that she can’t make it. She doesn’t tell them it’s Patrick or Arts mom would’ve made them both come.

So they’re home alone in a lavish townhouse. He’s showered in their bathroom and he’s digging through Arts clothes for something to wear. And all hidden away in the back there’s this garter and tights. Patrick fishes them out. He leaves the walk-in closet and Tashi’s in bed watching some housewives show and painting her nails. Hair loosely pinned up, in an oversized hoodie and short shorts. She looks so pretty it’s unreal. She doesn’t even have to try.

“Where’s the rest of this? I need you to try it on for me.” Patrick demands, holding up the tights.

She looks up, eyes narrowed and then her expression changes to one of amusement. “Where’d you find that?”

“In the back of Arts underwear drawer.”

“You know…” she goes back to painting her nails, “the clothes I get. But you’re insane for wearing his underwear.”

“I’d wear yours if they fit,” Patrick smirks.

She looks up at him again, still amused but something else is there. Patrick can read her like a book. He walks closer, towel wrapped loosely around his waist. “What?” He asks softly.

She bites her lip. “Those are Art’s.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah… it’s a whole set. Pink, satiny or something. It should be in there.”

“Wait…” Patrick starts because he’s actually having a slight mental breakdown. “You mean he wore pink satin, tights and a garter belt and—and pink satin?

“Don’t have a stroke,” Tashi smirks.

“Fuck,” Patrick groans.

“It was like… forever ago. Halloween. A friend from Stanford took us to a drag night. He was freaking out about what to wear. I bought him that but it was too… revealing. He just wore a dress instead.”

“Too revealing?”

“Yeah… actually you should try it on,” Tashi says, carefully. “Check the bottom drawer, towards the back. I think the gown is in there.”

“You think?” Patrick asks, staring at her a moment longer. She’s looking back at him, those pretty brown eyes dilating in real time, he’s obsessed with her. “Bottom drawer?”

“Mmhm,” she says. “It might fit perfectly.”

Patrick smirks and goes back in the closet. The gown is a tiny, entirely see through number. He drops his towel and pulls it over his head. It’s so smooth… satiny and sheer. Tight on his waist, loose in the chest cause he doesn’t have tits. He’s looking at himself in the full length mirror, he’s got hair everywhere that Art is smooth. He doesn’t bother with the tights for that reason.

He does pull on the satin panties, and that is comical, trying to tuck himself into them. His balls and cock are fighting for space. He turns to look at himself from the side. The frills barely fall below his ass. He could just bend over the slightest bit and he’s exposed. He feels his dick starting to swell, sees it in the mirror.

“Did you find it?” Tashi calls from the bedroom.

“Uh huh,” Patrick replies.

Seeing it on himself, all Patrick can think about is Art’s body, the pink stretched over his chest, the skirt not even long enough to hide his ass, or his cock. Patrick with easy access to both. God, he rubs himself just a little as he imagines it. He wants to call Art right now. “Hey Tashi?” He calls.

“Yeah,” she’s closer now. He turns as she enters the closet, slowly taking him in.

“Do I look pretty?” He asks.

She smirks and then cups his nipples. “Pretty as a princess. Wanna give daddy a kiss?”

Patrick laughs. “And you’re daddy?”

“I am when you’re in that pretty dress,” she says playfully pinching his ass. He grins and looks up before gazing back at her and leaning in to kiss her mouth.

”Good girl,” she sighs against his lips.

“Mm, daddy. You ever peg him in this?” Patrick asks.

“I wish, he would’ve absolutely freaked out. I fingered him once while we were fucking… he came so fast he had an existential crisis,” she sighs, working her thumbs idly over his nipples. Patrick takes a breath, he’s sensitive there and the feeling of her fingers and the satin is crazy. Patrick can understand how Art got off so quickly.

“So you expect me to believe he wore this… and there were no consequences?”

She shrugs and walks her finger tips down his waist. “Well… I spanked him.” She says smiling.

“Say more,” Patrick says, curling one of the stray hairs behind her ear.

“I made him bend over the bathroom sink and I told him daddy was gonna spank him. And then I did it. His ass got so red.” She reaches the panties and slides her fingers over the swell of his cock as she looks at him, her eyes all shiny.

“Fuck, seriously?” He breathes, dizzy as she teases him.

“Mmhm. He got so hard. I’d never seen him like that before. Made me wish I had a dick so I coulda fucked him.”

He cradles her face between his hands, “you can fuck me daddy,” he says, softly.

“Yeah?” She says and she leans in and kisses him. It’s more chaotic. He’s walking her back and then she’s resisting, then pushing him back against the mirror.

“You’re so slutty… can’t even hide it from me,” Tashi says, pushing him back hard and gripping his cock. “I can see everything when you wear that for me.”

Patrick sighs. He can’t help but imagine her talking this way to her husband. Tries to imagine how he’d react.

“I just want your dick,” Patrick says, he’s eager and It’s what Art might say to him.

“I know you do,” Tashi smiles. “I actually have one. Stay there. Don’t touch.” She says.

Patrick lingers in the closet. He’s looking at himself again. Skin flushing, he’s tenting the panties, they were barely doing anything to keep him in before, now he might as well be wearing nothing. He rubs the fabric, continuing where Tashi left off with his nipples. Tashi comes back moments later and she’s got a dildo.

“No strap?” Patrick smirks.

“I’ll get it for your birthday,” she says pushing him up against the glass so she can fuck him with it. It’s slick with lubricant and she’s easing it inside. Panties still on.

“I can take more than that daddy.” Patrick teases.

“Can you pretty girl? You’re gonna come all over your pretty dress.” Tashi says softly. And Patrick sorta regrets saying anything, because moments later she’s ramming into his prostate relentlessly. He almost feels his knees buckle after he spurts come all over the glass in one of the most sudden and intense orgasms he’s ever had. He gets on his knees anyway, she drops the dildo and he grabs her by the waist.

“Does he say thank you?” Patrick says, breathlessly.

“He’s very polite.” She smiles, fingers tangling into his hair.

Patrick tugs her shorts and panties down and licks his “thank you daddy” into the wet heat of her cunt.

[saltburntme]

mother!!

[ bullfrog by doechii ]

[pedalingsu]

Tashi would.