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birdmans · 22 hours

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CHALLENGERS (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino

#tashi duncan #tashi donaldson #challengers spoilers #challengers #challengersedit #challengers 2024 #zendaya #my creations*

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jesterlesbian · 20 hours

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CHALLENGERS (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino

You don't know what tennis is. What is it?

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filmsdkye · 21 hours

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and if i said art is so repressed in his feelings for patrick that he see’s most of patrick’s expressions of love or praise as condescending, and doesn’t understand why he’s so broken up over patrick winning tashi’s number and that scene in the sauna was him having power over patrick for the first time ever (on screen), and patrick is so hurt by it because he’s being sincere but art can’t or won’t see that. what then.

#challengers spoilers #challengers #zendaya #mike faist #josh oconnor #luca guadagnino #art donaldson #patrick zweig #tashi duncan

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murdrdocs · 21 hours

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thinking about tashi and art from challengers. thinking about being another tennis player at stanford who actually shows promise. you go to the courts religiously every morning and every other afternoon to perfect your groundstrokes and your volleys. other students barely play against you anymore, and it’s tough to find a partner for any sort of match. that is, until you catch tashi’s eye. well, according to tashi— art claims he saw you first. she says it doesn’t matter anyway, because she’s the one who approached you when art didn’t have the balls to do so.

tashi starts playing you more often and—granted— you don’t stand a chance against her either way. but you love the challenge. it starts becoming a common reoccurrence, until it reaches the point when you don’t even consider asking anyone else to play you. you simply sit by one of the benches, toying with your racket until tashi arrives. you’re not sure when it became routine, waiting around for tashi, nor when art began watching your matches against her from the bleachers. his presence was easily discardable during the matches… at first. but then you slowly grew aware of the other set of eyes watching you during practice.

you thought he was tashi’s boyfriend. you thought he was her boyfriend— until your shared afternoon in the locker rooms with tashi. you could barely stand up when you left, cheeks flushed and tennis skirt crooked. little did you know, tashi told art every single dirty thing about you in detail. the way you moaned, the way you bucked, the way your back arched and you begged her for more.

needless to say, they both made it their mission to see you like that again.

- 🍒

threesomes; oral (f receiving); MDNI 18+. 1.1k+ w/ ART DAVIDSON & TASHI DUNCAN

art finds you in the dining hall a few days later.

you're by yourself, sitting under tashi's poster and flipping through a mass market book the size of art's hand. he doesn't hesitate to approach you, a friendly smile on his face as he asks you if the seat in front of you is taken.

you shake your head, dog-earing your book at the same time as you slouch in your seat and kick the chair out for art. easily, he sits, places his tray on the table, and slides the peach your way.

you don't have a tray in front of you. art doesn't know if you just finished eating, or if you were planning to eat at all, but he knows you like peaches. you take the peach, peel the sticker off, and take a bite.

you open your mouth as if you're going to speak, but art beats you to it.

"you and tashi are getting pretty close." he doesn't mean anything malicious by it. at least, he doesn't think he means anything malicious. he's still smirking, maybe less friendly and a little more teasing by now, and he's tapping the edge of the plastic tray with the blunt nail on his pointer finger.

you lift your eyebrows and chew slowly before you bother responding.

"yeah. we're friends."

art knows that's not necessarily true. he nods, dropping his head briefly.

when he speaks, it's to his salad. "right."

"what's that supposed to mean, art?"

art shrugs, sticking his bottom lip out a bit. he looks behind you at the picture of tashi in her element. he remembers that match. one of the early ones in the season where everyone had been excited to see tashi duncan play in her newly acquired red gear. art had arrived early that day and caught the tail end of your match on the court next to where tashi was going to play. he remembers the immediate infatuation he had with you. how graceful you looked on the court, yet you were able to put just enough power into your shots.

his eyes find yours again. you look like you're ready to accuse him of something, and likely be right. he's not being the most subtle person ever, but that wasn't his aim. he wanted what tashi has and this time he wants to do something about it.

"nothing. i just think you two are a little close for friends."

you sit and watch art. you take another bite of the peach and juice drips onto your lips and under your chin. you lick it clean without a second thought.

"right."

art leans forward, pushing his tray out to the side. "she told me about that day, you know."

you scoff and mirror art's position.

his eyes flicker to your lips when he says, "come on, you had to have known she would've told me. we're friends, remember? all of us."

"are we friends in the way that you and tashi are friends, or in the way that tashi and i are friends?"

you take another bite from your peach and once again, juice drips down. art doesn't hesitate in the way he reaches out, swipes his thumb under your lip to catch the liquid, and then sticks his thumb into his mouth to clean it up. he was likely smooth with it, but his heart pumps so hard that he can feel it in his throat. he swallows before he speaks.

"is there a difference?" he phrases it like a question, but you both know it isn't. you both know the answer.

it's a good thing that you, tashi, and art are such good friends who can do things like this together. sitting on art's bed, combatting your mutual boredom with something much more interesting. art sitting beside you, his back pressed against the wall and his legs spread to accommodate your body. he has a hand on your back, sometimes trailing down to your ass which has your feet folded beneath it. you face tashi who sits just on the outside of art's left leg, her position mirroring yours.

her hands cup your face at first, but once you tug her closer by her fitted jacket, she trails her hands down to lift the hem of your sweatshirt just enough to press her hands into your abdomen. she starts to lift the fabric completely, but it's then that art takes over. you feel his hand sliding up your back and your sweatshirt going with it until he gets to where your bra should be.

except, there's nothing there.

you can hear art's breath hitch as he slides his hand around to your front and swipes his thumb over your nipple. you make a startled noise, and tashi drinks it right up. she digs her fingers into the waistband of your shorts and pulls you closer, as close as you can get with art's leg between you both.

sensing the boundary created, art switches his position. he slides up behind you, giving you and tashi free reign to press your bodies together. meanwhile, he gathers your sweatshirt in both hands and lifts it, gently urging you to separate from tashi for long enough for him to throw the fabric off of your body and onto his floor completely.

tashi is quick to attach her hands to your tits and art is quick to pepper kisses along your shoulders and back.

the rhythm is so easy, completely void of any hesitation, except that which exists for consent.

it's a rhythm that only such good friends could have created and mastered.

here, like this, hidden under the pretense of the three of you being such good friends, do they finally get to see you how they wanted. tashi gets to see you again, and art gets to put her words to visuals. and tashi was so right. her words had seemed almost unnecessarily vivid at the time, even though art greatly appreciated it. but how could she not describe this sight vividly?

the way your chest reached towards the ceiling as tashi used her mouth on you, your pert nipples sitting prettily at the peaks of your breasts. the veins in your arms poking through your skin briefly as you placed your hand in tashi’s hair, which art is sure she left loose for this exact occasion. your sounds, god art doesn’t think he’ll ever forget them. the prettiest whines almost mewls slipping past your parted lips and greeting the air. only when art didn’t have his mouth attached to yours that is.

it’s like he couldn’t keep himself away. he had to touch you however he could. but he wasn’t good at this, he didn’t know where he should fit into he equation with tashi occupying the spot he usually aimed for. so he explored. he pressed his lips anywhere they could reach, and he found a favored spot along your tits. he couldn’t help but suck marks along them, even though he didn’t exactly know how you would feel about it.

but when he looks back on his work peeking out through your tank top hours later, he’s glad he left them there.

#–𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 🍒#tashisworld!#artsworld!#art donaldson x you #art donaldson x reader #tashi duncan x you #tashi duncan x reader #tashi duncan smut #celeste writes challengers

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mistynatruther · 23 hours

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challengers is NOT a love triangle !!!!! challengers is a fucked up polycule from hell !! release them from the grips of weirdos pls! stop leaving tashi out. start embracing the fact that they’re toxic and all in love with each other. thank you!

#challengers movie #challengers #tashi duncan #art donaldson #patrick zweig #polygamy #polycule

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pro-royalty · 21 hours

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Tashi Duncan for Challengers Magazine

Zendaya photographed by Anthony Prince Leslie

#tashi duncan #challengers movie #black girl magic #zendaya #beauty #anthony prince leslie #photography #law roach #style #ursula stephen #hair #ernesto casillas #makeup #zenday coleman #magazine #black beauty #biracial #challengers #pro-royalty

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iconsfilm · 17 hours

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challengers icons | like or reblog if you save

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jesterlesbian · 10 hours

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CHALLENGERS (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino

I'm just asking that you'll love me no matter what. What am I, Jesus? Yeah.

#challengers #challengersedit #challengers movie #filmedit #filmgifs #movieedit #moviegifs #zendaya #mike faist #tashi duncan #art donaldson #myedit #m: challengers

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yeahskam · 9 hours

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ZENDAYA as Tashi Duncan in CHALLENGERS (2024)

#zendaya #tashi duncan #challengers #*mine

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filmsdkye · 21 hours

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people still blaming art for the argument as if they both weren’t talking about his attempt to “get between” them is cracking me up cause what? they both laugh about how stupid he is, the argument happened because patrick and tashi don’t view tennis the same. she says it in the beginning, patrick isn’t a tennis player, he just plays tennis. that’s why they would never, ever work out on their own

#challengers #zendaya #mike faist #luca guadagnino #josh oconnor #challengers spoilers #art donaldson #patrick zweig #tashi duncan

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cecelovell · 17 hours

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𝝑𝝔 Art Donaldson x fem!reader

cw: smut, cheating, tiny small very little mention of aftercare, rushed, minors dni!

an: have yet to watch challengers so bear w me until i do watch it..seeing it thursday..this is kind of bad since i don’t really have experience writing smut but mike faist is so back and also so fine. i had to!! also kind of rushed

Art consumed every inch of your mind. how could he not? he was perfect. everything about him was. the way every glance made you nervous, and every hit he made with his racket captivated you. consumed.

but it was wrong. so wrong. he was married to Tashi Duncan. you felt jealous whenever you saw them together at dinner parties or whenever he would call her after your practice sessions with him ended. yet you often felt guilty for the feelings you had for him.

but the moment he began taking off your top, guilt and jealousy faded, completely washing over you.

he was a rough kisser— which you didn’t mind. your kiss was nasty, rough, and oddly sweet. his tongue was in your mouth and you swear you can hear a moan coming from him.

he stopped to take his white polo off, and you helped.

he wasted no time getting the rest of your clothes off after that.

Art pulls his shorts off before turning around to face you,

“don’t have any condoms,”

“pill.” you respond. he nods, spitting into his hand and using it to stroke his dick.

“fuck.” he grunts out. you’re on the edge of the bed, on your knees and looking up at him.

“turn around,” he orders. you nod.

you’re grabbed by the hips and moved back towards him. he has his hands on your ass as he runs the tip of his dick over your slit a few times.

“Art, please.” you whisper. he begins fucking into you slowly. moans fill the room, and it’s not only you.

you turn around and he’s a mess—you can tell. he’s moaning curses out, and when you look back at him he can’t help himself. your tight cunt and pretty face is all he needs to cum, he thinks.

“‘m gonna cum,” he says almost frantically.

“Art, baby, hold it. F’me?” you say in between quick breaths.

he’s looking at you now, and he nods.

“Art,”

he nods again.

“Not gonna cum,” he whispers.

“No, no, no. Here,” you say pulling yourself off of him. a small breathless whimpers comes out from him.

grabbing his arm, you coax him to the bed. once he’s sitting you climb into his lap, sinking onto his cock.

“holy fuck, m’gonna cum. i can’t.” he says shaking his head, you haven’t even started.

his face is red, and he has his arms wrapped around you. he shakes his head again.

“fuck..fuck..fuck. can i cum? please, please..” he burrows his head into the crook of your neck.

your fingers intertwine with his hair, pulling it slightly. it’s all too much for the poor boy, and he’s jerks once before you feel him finish inside you.

he takes a few deep breathes.

you’re not done yet, you keep fucking him. teary eyed he throws his head back. you wrap your hands around his neck. he kisses you. he’s moaning the sluttiest moans in your mouth you’ve ever heard. the pace picks up and soon you’re coming all over his cock. you lift yourself off while the cum drips out of you, landing all over his thighs.

he rubs a hand in his hair and leans back onto the bed.

“shower?” you ask quietly.

Art sits up and nods.

“yeah, that’d be nice.” he smiles.

#art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #𝝑𝝔cece writes #art donaldson smut #challengers smut

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mistynatruther · 20 hours

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challengers is so real because if i was tashi, i, too, would take good care of my little white boys. if i was patrick, i, too, would spend years living in jealously if tashi and art got married and left me out. if i was art, i, too, would be pathetic and on my hands and knees for tashi and in love with patrick!

#challengers movie #challengers #tashi duncan #art donaldson #patrick zweig #polycule

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thirdpartied · 14 hours

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compiling a list of challengers bts that are canon tashiartrick in my heart