#Zendaya x reader

[gladiatorcunt]

🍒🍦 ⸺ ᳂ cherry vanilla dr. pepper !!!

cw: afab reader, voyeurism, tashi and you make out while you get pounded, weird amalgamation of dehumanization/objectification/pet play, subby!art coded, spit roasting at the end, slight overstimulation, bizarre orgy vibes, mean dom!tashi to everyone but you <3, implied breeding/creampie kink, canon typical mind games, tashi sits in the cuck chair /j, implied romantic feelings but no mention of established romantic relationships, slight mxm, clit stimulation, one use of “mommy”

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“Round 4 will be the last one, alright? Get ready, baby.”

You take deep breaths, clutching onto Patrick’s wrist. You lock eyes with Tashi, feeling syrupy sweet deep in your gut. She grins and unbuttons the top buttons of her shirt, leaving you three to your own devices for now.

The stretch of Patrick’s cock stings and burns a little but Art nipping at your hip bones helps distract you. Patrick pants against the nape of your neck, you feel so divinely tight he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven.

He keeps his voice low so Tashi can’t hear him, “Fuck-you feel incredible, i’d kill for this pussy, you know that.”

“Hook your arm around their neck, good boy.” Tashi instructs Patrick, leaning back in the hotel chair and palming her pussy at the sight in front of her.

“Yes, ma’am.” He swiftly calls back, acting like he hadn’t said anything to you at all.

Patrick has you in a headlock, pummeling his cock in and out of your pussy with reckless abandon. Art is beneath the two of you, suckling on your clit like it’s a nipple he’s trying to get milk out of. He licks where you’re stretched around Patrick, drawing groans from you both and a chuckle from Tashi.

“Be a good dog and lap them up, okay? I’d hate to have to take away your toy privileges.” She sneers, sliding her damp underwear to the side and stroking her slit.

The “toy” in the equation isn't you.

You’re dead to the world, eyes bulging out of their sockets and nails trying to rip the white sheet to shreds. Your head and tits rock back and forth with Patrick’s thrusts, already on the brink of your fourth orgasm. You try to scream that you can’t take anymore, but you wanna make Tashi proud so you shut up.

“ ‘s so good…” Art hums into your mound, pecking little kisses onto it here and there.

His sounds are muffled but the vibrations send your eyes to the back of your head. The chair in the corner of the room creaks as Tashi gets up, and the second you lift your head and open your eyes, she’s smiling down at you with all the warmth she doesn’t give the men pleasing you. This isn’t about them, it never was.

“Patrick’s so big, Tashi-he’s unggggh-he’s gonna kill me!” You whine, desperately pawing at her clothed breasts.

She coos and pulls her blouse up, bringing your hands to cup her tits and keeping them there, “Baby you know he’s not, this pussy can take a beating. I’d only give you the best toys.”

You nod wordlessly, pouting your lips. She gets the message and claims your lips in a searing kiss, luxuriating in the slick slide of your lips. She loves to make it messy, getting spit all over your mouths and letting it drip on the bed.

Art mewls and flicks your clit, trying to get your attention. You feel bad and try to pull away from Tashi, but she yanks you back into the kiss and bites your lip as a punishment. You hiccup into her mouth, startled when Patrick starts jackhammering into you.

Tashi typically has them alternate, but Art prefere to bury his face between your thighs and Patricks likes to play with fire by cumming inside your sore cunt. He doesn’t speak as much as Art does, but sometimes he holds Tashi stare as you two make out. They’ll have to retire from Tashi’s “employment” eventually, and they’ll be taking you with them when they do. All games of keep away end.

Patrick traces letters and shapes on the glistening skin of your sweaty back, sloppy hearts and ‘ I - L - O - V - E - Y - O - U ‘ s.

You gasp and wrench yourself back to breathe. Art flattens his tongue and licks broad stripes over your labia. He nuzzles his nose into you, stopping to pant and take in your smell. He may be delusional, but he’s convinced that every part of you is so sweet. He honest to God can’t get enough, he’d lie in a puddle at your feet if you wanted him too.

Sometimes you feel torn when you fall into bed with your lovers. You’re too soft to be like Tashi, but that exact softness is exactly why you can’t handle being away from her for too long. Maybe you’ve fallen under her spell just like all the rest, but she puts her career on the line to prove how special you are.

Patrick pulls you up to rest your back against your chest. You let your head fall onto his shoulder and you moan when he adjusts the angle of his thrusts to rub against your cervix repeatedly. He wasn’t like this when the evening started, Patrick only roughens you up when you’ve been thoroughly run through and can take it with a dopey smile and glazed eyes.

“Keep going, it’s okay- want it-want you.” You cry out to Patrick, reaching down to caress his hip.

He smiles and licks your cheek, complying with your request.

Art grins up at you with his eyes, mouthing ‘That’s my angel, only for us.’ into the flesh of your inner thigh. He moves to Patrick balls and takes them into his mouth, bobbing them up and down with his tongue. Patrick moans as Art laves his balls in saliva. Art lets them fall out of his mouth, curling his tongue around the inches peeking out of your pussy and hollowing his cheeks out.

“Shit! Stop, ‘m gonna cum!” Patrick hisses through his teeth.

He either empties another load into you or he just refuses to cum if your pussy’s not available, period.

“They’re so hungry for it, aren’t they? Well, can he? Can our dog cum inside you, baby?” Tashi tsks, cupping your cheeks and bringing your attention back to her.

“Yes, yes, yes! He can cum inside-please let him cum inside mommy-i need it so bad-wanna be stuffed full with it!” You whimper and arch your back, jutting your tits out.

Tashi laughs and leans down to suck one of your pert nipples into her mouth, bouncing your other breast in her hand. Tears spill from your waterline down to her freshly manicured nails. Art has since gone back to sucking the life out of your clit, and the little wink he sends you doesn’t help you hold back your impending orgasm.

Patrick thrusts a few more times and then you’re cumming in sync. You go brain dead and your body locks up in his arms. You’re out of it for a good few minutes, and when you have full awareness again you see Art kneeling in front of you. He holds his dick out for you to gawk at, slowly pumping himself for your amusement.

Patrick hasn’t pulled out of your pussy but he doesn’t fuck you again, he jostles his hips to find the most comfortable position for his softening cock to plug you up.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He huffs and pushes you back down on all fours.

“You need your mouth taken care of too.” Art whines and squeezes his cock around the base, beckoning you closer with a ‘come hither’ gesture.

Said man is tenderly and carefully bundling up your hair in his arm and casting it aside, giving him ample space on your back to pet. He rubs the pink tip of his cock along your jawline, he gives you a fresh coat of lip gloss via his precum as he slaps your plump lips with his cockhead.

“It’s kinda like sucking off a dildo attached to a mirror, don’t think too hard about it.” Tashi tells you, crouching down to suck the small divot in your back.

She sits back in the cheap black hotel chair, shrugging her blouse off and pinching her nipples.

You moan at the first taste of Art’s cock, longer than Patrick’s but with less heft to it. You peer out of the corner of your eye to see if Tashi’s still watching, and you feel silly when you realize that she always is.

“Doing good, baby, keep it up.”

But that’s the thing, they’re all watching you now. It’s not hard to be a pathetic bottom that needs to be coddled and tended to at all times. It’s never difficult to stroke the fire in someone’s ego, you’ve had an easier job of that than anything else.

You saw them all together on the court, you were there for lessons that didn’t work out. Who knows how long ago, it feels like a lifetime, but all it took was one look to recognize what was destined to be yours. You couldn’t give less of a fuck about Tennis in actuality, but you sure do love the players.

They all have hearts in their eyes as they watch you. Art with his dick deep down your throat, his legs are trembling as he tries to stop himself from fucking your face. Patrick, still making a forever home for himself in your guts, his eyes are so dark you have to repress a shiver. And Tashi, knuckles deep in her pussy, finger fucking herself to the pretty little show her baby puts on with their toys.

When the boys are asleep, you’ll bounce on her ribbed strap until you shatter all over again.

Now, Is it cheating to win a game when people don’t realize that you're playing?

- faetreides 2024. do not repost, translate, or put my works into ai

[controld3vil]

popcorn bucket

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (ALL platonic) synopsis: dune dune DUNE. thats it. notes: this completely out of genre for me but i genuinely really like these actor!reader fics !! they're soooo good. and the reader is intended to be gender neutral :D OH and no beta read..

"Maude, a.k.a Maude'Dib for Nerdist!" There was a laugh coming from Rebecca Ferguson as you situated yourself next to her. "Hi! How are you guys?" The blonde woman who supposedly to be your interviewer, Maude Garrett, warmly welcomes the two of you with friendly gestures. "This is my first one of these,"

"This is my second actually," you recuperate back a loveable grin, scouting your back towards the chair. "For you... I'd imagine," then cast a glance to your seatmate, for her response.

"I've been doing them but this is my first." As Rebecca situates herself, holding her phone in one hand, and you, patting any creases found on your trousers. "I'm- I'm down to it - I'm googling..."

A short pause but no matter, as you leaned towards Rebecca's screen and read it out loud. "Dune's Popcorn Bucket,"

"Yeah I don't understand, what's happening?" she shifts the screen for you to have a better look before looking up at the interviewer in pure confusion and bizarreness. You knock your head sideways, trying to discern the confusing photo. A small pout forms on your lips as your brain toggles what exactly you're looking at.

"Oh, you don't know about the AMC popcorn bucket?!" The kind woman exasperates, eyes widening in pure surprise.

Not a second later, your eyes look up at the revelation. "Oh, I see it now!"

Rebecca lifts up her phone and presents what the two of you are looking at. "I'm seeing something but I'm not sure what's going on? What it is?" She still didn't understand what it was and you swirled your hips towards her in a swooshing motion.

"You're supposed to put your hand in there and eat the popcorn," Pivoting your head a little, a grimaced look is plastered on your face. "It's the worm!" The camera zooms into your disturbed expression and then cuts to the Garrett looking straight at them, giving a moment for the audience to register what had happened.

Your costar turns to you and her expression quickly switches to a mischievous one. "Oh." Your strained childish smile almost falters as you try to hold your laugh in.

A few significant chuckles from the blonde interviewee while Rebecca looks back and forth from the film crew to you, her, and the camera. "I don't think they had an intern that had a, you know, "different mindset"."

"How uhm,"

"Interesting!

"Sensual!" A short muffled laugh escapes your laugh coming off as a snort as you instinctively cover your mouth out of embarrassment. Rebecca's word of choice definitely caught you off guard which caused some ruckus behind the camera as well.

"How sensual! That's the perfect word for it," The camera pans towards your red puffed cheeks, looking forward nodding alongside the interviewee who is taking the conversation so charismatically well.

"Yes! Yes!"

"You could say you have to ride the sandworm to earn your spots," Garrett teasingly says while Rebecca and you nod in agreement.

"Well look at that. That's what happened back in the days of MGM, but thankfully we've moved on," she replies tiddling with the toothpick in her mouth as you held your breath for a second. A delayed puff comes from Garrett, looking at the actress beside you in shock.

To say the three of you had a blast through the next hour of the interview.

In another interview, you were paired up with Josh Brolin who had played Gurney Halleck. In respect of your character, his pupil, you couldn't help but feel excited because in very few instances had they given you the chance to be in an interview with him.

Lainey Lui who was eager to talk the both of you, sat across from you both in front of a majestic poster of the project. The title, Dune Part Two was shown in its iconic font. The background was a still of one of the sets used in the film which displayed muted colors and curves.

The woman briefly introduced herself and you did the same. Spotting Brolin, you give a small wave before taking the seat beside him where he earnestly wraps his arm around your back. In full comfort and level of readiness, you felt the tiny jitters fly away.

"It's nice to see you two! So what about introducing Gurney and being able to reunite with someone that means so much to him?"

With a variety of cast members, the film was expansive to bring its sets to life. You felt it on day one of filming the first Dune movie. Yet you become more determined to do more when the production of the second film comes. It was phenomenal teamwork, from the film and cast crew. People in wardrobe and makeup were dedicated to making the costumes feel authentic and lived in. The works of Denise Villeneuve is something you've been fascinated with for a while, dating back to his early works.

It all comes back circle to Josh Brolin, remembrance in all of the heartfelt scenes he had done with Timothee of Gurney's and Paul's reunion. He reminds the interviewee that Paul's relationship with him is strong and familial. And that initially the scene was improvised due to their filming schedule.

"He really is like an anchor for him." "Yeah because for the past nine months, he's been spiraling and lost his family." Brolin nods in agreement, making an analogy with his fingers swirling down in a circle. You couldn't help but feel captivated about what they said, placing an elbow on your knee to better listen.

"And- This means no offense to your character!" Lui, the interviewer almost frantically calls out, moving the attention to you. And suddenly you wake from your trance of listening to being pulled back to their conversation.

"Oh no no! Not at all!" As you try to sweep the worry off, waving your hands in a panic.

A soft chuckle erupts from Brolin, seeing how almost innocently you want to pay no heed to the attention. "Of course, Gurney's moment with Paul could never amount to his and Nerre's- I mean I think their relationship really evolved in this movie than the last one," He sarcastically dismissed, crossing his arms while you dramatically gape at your co-star.

"Of course it did! What are you tryna to say, Brolin?" You leaned forward in your chair towards his direction almost like a child would when wanting to make a point.

"Come on, I hope you're not choosing favorites between your family," The interviewee cutely teases, giving a smile.

"I just think- You know for not having to see him for so long, you could've," It was a tiny joke you and the cast had made before while filming the exact scene he had discussed. In a similar scene to where Paul reunites with Gurney, he reunites with Nerre, your character, his pupil, and has been a father figure too. Shoots were slightly rocking as your reaction to seeing Gurney for the first time on the scene didn't go as satisfactory as Denise Villeneuve had intended. Instead, the two of you (and very much of the crew) couldn't stop giggling at your attempted sad faces. Nerre in the final cut, when meeting Gurney becomes teary-eyed and ultimately cries in his arms. While in actuality, you couldn't take it seriously enough to go rushing to give Brolin a hug. "Put much more of an effort to look happy?"

"That!" You wave an X with both arms, embarrassed how your own co-star would drag you out like this. "I say was very much my fault but we got the take in the end!"

"Sure we did," The older actor aimlessly nods, not once believing your words, having the biggest grin on his face. Evidently, the interview goes smoothly with occasional hits and jabs between the both of you regarding your performance. And sooner it comes full circle back to you and the dynamic of Gurney and Nerre.

"As you've said earlier," your head snaps back to the male actor poignantly, as if mocking, "I don't think Gurney and Paul's relationship would deter anything with Nerre. They're very tight-knitted because we are all family essentially," You spread your hands out as if mimicking a large circle, "I know a lot of people wanted to see Gurney and Nerre's growth and I'm glad we got to see that. But it's essentially Paul that we're seeing spiral toward madness. So it makes sense to see him meeting Gurney more meaningful."

"Yes, it really shows the stakes they all have to deal with!"

"Exactly, my point!" One last look from Brolin as he makes eye contact with you before raising his hand for a high five. Were you now going to compete for Josh Brolin's favoritism against Timothee without his acknowledgment? Of course, you are.

Out in the deserts of Abu Dhabi, the vast bodies of sand were infinite. Much of the crew delivered and prepared props, and essential needs as their number one priority. In it's hot weather and shivering nights, the film production didn't discover much disturbance from the weather. It was rather quite pleasant under it's wake luckily. Some crew were happily taking pictures and filming some of the crew walking around to promote their upcoming project.

"This costume rocks!" You jump off from a small rock platform into the frame of the vertical camera focus and give two thumbs up. You then waved towards the cameraman with an enthusiastic smile. "Good morning!"

"Good morning!" Rebecca Ferguson's shout can be heard on the other side of the set as the view pivots towards her in full costume of robes and blue tattoos. "Another day of shooting!"

Day in and out, the production in Abu Dhabi was fun for you. It wasn't much of a nuisance you had feared due to the sand and hot weather but surprisingly pleasant with the luminescent scenery always present behind every camera view.

In another clip, it's shown in the grand hall at the climax of the movie. Where the massive amount of extras were standing, circling the space in the middle for the camera crew to shoot. Timothee was off in the background, practicing his moves with Austin Butler who supposedly would have a spontaneous battle against each other. On the side, you were happily chatting with Florence Pugh in her exquisite attire as Princess Irulan and Christopher Walken were only a few steps behind. You looked beyond curious and happy. A cute short was captured of you trying to poke the small blades on Florence's costume.

The camera expands to reveal all of the other cast such as Zendaya and Rebecca and Javier Bardem chatting. And Denise Villeneuve improvising a scene with Josh Brolin.

Lastly an endearing story comes from your story of Zendaya dragging you with water as you try your best to stand on your feet. You forget who had your phone (Was it Timothee? Or Josh Brolin?) but they were behind the camera, following you around as you struggled to walk to the table full of water cauldrons.

Zendaya was by your side, having a hand on your back, says, "Come on, you can do it!" An determined yelp for your name and you childishly groan.

"I feel like my legs are gonna fall off!"

"You should've taken more water with you kid!" It was Brolin's voice from the far right which confirms Timothee was the one behind the camera. The set production was a few feet, resulting in why cast members always to bring water. Yet from an odd perspective, you had tired yourself out too much. It was as if you had just run a ten-meter run.

Though it felt a marathon, you were doing fall stunts constantly up and down the hills of sand. And to say you were exhausted was an understatement. A chuckle erupts and the air feels lighter when Javier Bardem arrives into frame, seeing your poor state.

"Drink some more water!"

As your next story slides to you chugging down a full hydro flask of water like an animal thirsting for air. Your female costar beside you looked at you in horror, almost terrified of stopping you.

"Hey slow down!"

This wasn't the final moment of your press for the film. However, it was the most captivating and relishing one. In the room full of your favorite people and an interviewee dedicated to the works of Dune, Naz Perez, you all delved into the complex characters you all portrayed onscreen and discussed the juggling topics of characters, love, and how to ride a sandworm.

One by one, the woman pointed out interesting questions for all of your cast to expand upon and you couldn't help but be pulled into a trance to what everyone said. From the dynamics of the new characters beginnings to the interior struggles they had, the room felt revelating of the dedicated work of Denise Villeneueve.

Until Perez perfectly transitions her attention to you after listening to Austin Butler's performance. "Speaking of elevating performances," A few of the people on the couch cooed and awed as you bashfully clamped your hands together in an innocent manner. Your name is spoken out. "Nerre's transformation in Part Two is really eye-opening. For someone who had started out as a young, skilled, and playful warrior to a more serious and revengeful one, how do you think they helped Nerre evolve as a person?"

"I've wanted to point this out before, yeah Nerre kind of starts out a free-willed comedic character," You nod trying to find the right words to describe your interpretation of your character. "But then after "losing" Gurney and being separated from everyone, they could only look forward towards the perpetrators which were the Harkonnen. And for that, they're consumed with the idea of revenge, taking back what was once theirs, their home. You see this when Paul or the other Fremen question their motives because that's a dark path to go by," Each person you mentioned turn their heads to listen to your words carefully, knowing how dedicated you were to the film.

"Right, and for better and or for worse, they have matured. They're being front about the decisions being made, and what's happening in Arrakis, so tell me the conflicts they must've had to deal with others."

"Mmm I would say a lot of their internal turmoil " You were hesitant to say if it was going to spoiler territory. But glancing towards everyone, made you feel assured you were doing fine. "Is always guarded against others. But upon the last film, I believe the revelation of the destruction of House Atreides opened their eyes to first found war. And it terrifies them you know, you have to put in perspective they were young teenagers. So seeing that and then meeting these new characters who are vastly different and want for change, motivates them to induce war. So it brings conflict to almost everyone because war will attract more chaos." You attempt to piece together your last remaining sentences, looking up and down at the interviewer.

"No words can be better said," Perez dazedly comments, placing a hand over her heart you flaunt lovingly. "Reminds me of a certain psycho."

"Right! You know Feyd-Rautha and Nerre could've been besties!" You snapped your fingers which made both Zendaya and Florence burst out laughing. While Austin stares at you smiling, nodding in agreement.

[sukunasbow]

scissoring tashi ; mdni

“follow what i’m doing, baby.” tashi breathes out, planting her hands on your hips and helping you glide back and forth in the same pattern as her.

“yeah, that’s good. right there.” her lips part in pleasure as your clit rubs against her clit with every movement. “you’re doing so good, come on, keep going.” tashi speaks to you as if the two of you are in a tennis match. it’s a competitive habit of hers, she carries her ambition and need to coach you from the tennis court to your bed whenever the two of you spend the night together. you don’t mind it, though, as long as the two of you get temporary relief from the long and stressful days you’ve grown accustomed too.

you shift to the side slightly, making sure to get the perfect angle. the angle that always gets tashi’s tense nature to float away, letting her soak in the bliss of her orgasm. “is this good?” your tone is gentle, but your smirk radiates your smug energy as you watch her eyes roll back in pleasure.

“yes, fuck, so good.” she gasps. tashi’s fingernails dig into the soft skin of your hips as she tightens her grip on them, letting out loud moans as you buck your hips even faster, the same smirk remaining on your face as you watch the typically dominant girl fall apart while riding out her orgasm.

[raekensluver]

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟼 — ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ/ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴋɪɴᴋ

october 31st | tashi duncan x art donaldson x fem!reader

contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, unprotected sex, threesome, corruption/innocence kink, use of pet names (baby, good girl), vaginal sex, fingering, praise kink, porn without plot.

a/n: so...here's an entire fic instead of a drabble to finish off my first kintober. thank you everyone for the support and love you have given me for this event! i hope you all enjoyed! happy halloween!

word count: 2.2k

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"you're so pretty," tashi cooed as she reached behind you and unzipped the back of your dress, her words sending shivers down your spine. "so perfect." as the fabric fell away, she kissed your bare collarbone, her mouth leaving a trail of warmth that seemed to burn through to your soul. you felt your inhibitions slipping away like the garment pooling around your ankles, revealing the lacy lingerie she had gifted you.

"you're doing so well for us baby," art murmured from behind you in your ear. you couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride at his words, your cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. you had never been the center of attention in such a way before, but their combined desire made you feel good. art's hand softly trailed up and down the front of your thigh, his thumb caressing the delicate lace of your panties, and you gasped as tashi's fingers traced the line of your bra.

in front of you, tashi's eyes were like twin pools of desire, her pupils dilated and dark. she and art had been planning this moment since the second they met you. the two of them felt drawn to your quiet, shy demeanor and they were even more intrigued when you let it slip that you had only slept with one other person and how it was a horrible experience. they couldn't believe how someone could be so selfish when it came to you. all she and art did was spoil you with expensive gifts and occasionally matching lingerie sets which tashi somehow convinced you that close friends gift each other such things all the time. tonight was the night they was going to prove how close of friends they were to you.

tashi leaned in closer, her breath hot against your skin, and kissed you. it was unlike any kiss you had ever felt, full of passion and promise. her tongue slid against yours, exploring, and you responded instinctively, eager to learn the dance. your hands found their way to her hips, pulling her closer, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her dress.

art watched the two of you, his eyes dark with arousal. he murmured something in your ear that you couldn't quite make out, but it didn't matter. his hand slid up your inner thigh, his fingers grazing the damp fabric of your panties, and you knew exactly what he wanted. your heart raced as he gently tugged the material aside, revealing your soaked cunt to the cool air of the room. his middle and ring fingers circled your clit, light and teasing, and you moaned into tashi's mouth, your body leaning back into his touch.

tashi broke the kiss, her eyes gleaming. she leaned down and kissed along your neck, her teeth grazing your skin as art's fingers continued to work their magic. "you're so wet for us," art whispered, his voice husky with desire. tashi's hands cupped your clothed tits, her thumbs flicking over the sensitive buds. "so beautiful," she murmured, her gaze lingering on your body as she took a step back.

you felt vulnerable, and exposed, but the way art and tashi looked at you made you feel anything but. their eyes roved over your body, full of appreciation and hunger. tashi reached out and took your hand, her grip firm but gentle. "are you going to be good for us?" she asked, her tone both a question and a command. you nodded, your voice a breathless whisper.

art stepped closer, his eyes never leaving you as he slid his hand around your waist. "let's go to the bed," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. you let him lead you to the large, inviting bed that was the centerpiece of the room. the sheets were a soft white, and the pillows looked like they had been fluffed just for the occasion. your heart raced as he guided you onto the edge of the mattress, his hand never leaving your waist.

tashi sat next to you, her dress slipping off her shoulders to reveal her own lingerie set. she was just as beautiful as you had imagined, her skin a warm caramel against the fabric. "are you going to let art fuck you?" she asked, her voice a soft purr that sent a shiver down your spine. her question was direct, but it didn't feel harsh or demanding. it was a gentle push, a nudge into the unknown that you had been craving without even realizing it.

you looked up at art, his eyes smoldering with a hunger that made your stomach flip. you bit your bottom lip, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. "y-yes," you whispered, your voice shaky but determined. the word was barely out of your mouth when he stepped closer, his hand sliding into your hair to tip your head back. his mouth crashed down on yours, his kiss urgent and demanding. your hands flew to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as you kissed him back, letting him take the lead.

his tongue explored your mouth, tasting you as if he was memorizing every inch of you. you moaned, your innocence giving way to the thrill of the moment. tashi's hand slid up your leg, her nails lightly scratching your skin, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

art broke the kiss, his eyes full of adoration. "you're doing so good, baby," he said, his voice thick with lust. "so fucking good." he kissed you again, deeper, harder, as if to emphasize his words. you felt yourself getting wetter, your body begging for more. art's praise was like a drug, making you want to give him everything, to be the good girl they both desired.

tashi took your hand and led you to the center of the bed, the plush white comforter looked like a cloud, inviting and welcoming. you sat down, your legs shaking slightly as you felt the coolness of the sheets against your skin. art leaned over you, his body hovering, and kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth with an urgency that made your toes curl. you could taste the excitement on his lips, and it sent a thrill through you.

you tugged at his shirt, whining softly as you felt the need growing inside you, the need for more contact, more of him. art chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest that sent vibrations through you. "patience, baby," he whispered, his breath hot against your cheek. but he didn't make you wait long. with one swift movement, he pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his bare chest. your eyes widened at the sight of his muscles and broad shoulders.

his pants followed next, revealing his cock straining against his boxers. the sight of it made your heart race even faster, but instead of fear, you felt a strange mix of excitement and curiosity. tashi noticed your gaze and took over, sliding his boxers down his legs to free his cock. it was large and thick, and you felt your thighs quiver in anticipation. "aren't you going to touch it?" she asked, her voice a tease.

art guided your hand to his cock, wrapping your fingers around it. it was warm and hard, and the sensation was both foreign and thrilling. your hand moved tentatively at first, but as you felt his approval in the way his hips bucked slightly, you grew bolder. you began to stroke him, the smooth skin moving over the solid length. his breathing grew heavier, and his eyes never left yours, as if watching you was just as much a part of his pleasure as the physical sensation.

tashi took advantage of the moment. she reached behind you and unclasped your bra, the fabric falling away to expose your breasts to the cool air. her eyes took in the sight of you, a soft smile playing on her lips as she leaned in to kiss you again. this kiss was slower, more deliberate, as if she was savoring every moment. her thumbs brushed against your nipples, sending shocks of pleasure straight to your core.

art's hand slid down to your panties, and he slipped them down your legs with a gentle tug. you were now bare and exposed to the open air, and you felt a strange mix of vulnerability and power as art gazed at you. you watched as tashi leaned over to kiss him, her tongue slipping into his mouth as your hand continued to stroke him. her hand joined yours, and together you both worked his shaft, feeling the veins pulse and thicken under your combined touch.

tashi broke away from art and turned her attention back to you. her eyes were full of fire as she leaned down and whispered, "now let him fuck you, baby." the words sent a shiver down your spine, and you nodded, unable to find the words to express how much you wanted it. art positioned himself between your legs, you felt his tip graze against you, and you gasped, your body instinctively arching up to meet him.

art's hand found your chin, tilting your head back so he could look into your eyes. "are you sure?" he asked, his voice strained with his own need. you nodded again, your eyes never leaving his, and he pushed in, slow and steady. your body stretched around him, the sensation unlike anything you had ever felt. you moaned, a sound that was half pleasure and half shock, as he filled you completely. art moaned pathetically above you, his eyes screwed shut tightly, as if the feeling was too much to handle.

tashi watched from the side, her own arousal palpable in the air. "see, baby?" she murmured, her voice sweet and soothing. "art feels so good, doesn't he?" she reached out and stroked your cheek, her touch a stark contrast to the intense pressure building inside you. you nodded, unable to speak, as art began to move. his thrusts were slow and gentle at first, but as he felt your body adjust to him, he picked up the pace.

the moans grew louder from both of you, filling the room with the sweet sound of pleasure. your nails dug into the bed as he filled you completely, the sensation of being claimed by him both terrifying and exhilarating. tashi leaned in and whispered into your ear, "you're doing so good, honey." her words only spurred you on, making you want to give them everything they desired.

art's hand found its way to your clit, his thumb circling it in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. the pressure grew, your body tightening around him. tashi watched with rapt attention, her own hand sliding down to her cunt, her fingers teasing her clit in the same pattern. "you're so close, baby," art murmured, his voice strained with his own need. "cum for us. let us hear you."

his words were the final push you needed. with a keening cry, you felt yourself come apart, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. your muscles clamped down around him, your body shaking with the force of your release. tashi's eyes never left yours, her own hand moving faster as she watched your face contort in pleasure. "that's it," she encouraged, her voice a gentle coo that only added to the intensity of the moment.

as the waves of pleasure began to recede, you felt art's own climax approaching. his hips stuttered against you, his grip on your body tightening as he held back, waiting for your signal. "please," you whispered, the word barely audible. "cum inside me." the request seemed to break the last of his control, and he drove into you one final time, burying himself deep as he filled you with his seed. you felt the warmth spread through you, and the thought of it made your toes curl with pleasure.

tashi watched with hungry eyes, her own hand working her clit in a frenzied motion. you reached out, your hand trembling slightly with the aftershocks of your own orgasm, and took over. your fingers slipped between her thighs, finding her wet and swollen cunt. she gasped as you began to rub her in earnest, the same way art had done for you moments ago. your touch was tentative at first, unsure of what she liked, but her moans of pleasure were all the guidance you needed.

art's cock was still buried deep inside you, pulsing with the aftermath of his release. his thumb had moved to your clit, idly teasing it as he watched the intimate scene unfold between you and tashi. "you're doing so good," he murmured again, his voice a gentle encouragement that sent thrills through your body. you leaned into his touch, your eyes locked on tashi's as you brought her closer to the edge.

her breathing grew ragged, her hips moving in time with your hand. "yes, baby," she panted, her voice strained with need. "just like that." you felt a strange sense of power, knowing that you could give her this pleasure, that you could be the one to send her over the edge. your movements grew more confident, more deliberate, as you felt her body tense beneath your touch.

and then she was there, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of ecstasy. her nails dug into the bed, her back arching as she screamed your name. art's eyes were on you, watching with approval as you brought his wife to climax. you felt a strange pride, knowing that you were the one who had done this to her, who had made her feel so good.

tashi's body went slack, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. art kissed you, his mouth claiming yours in a kiss that was both a thank you and a promise for more. "you're perfect," he murmured against your lips, "so fucking perfect."

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[artsangell]

30's Pervert! Artashi I need you

Imagining being Tashi's pretty young protégée who listens to every word that falls from her lips, You've just barely started being recognized by local sports channels and you're still young enough to have a gleam in your eyes. You practically blush anytime Art attends your private practices with his wife(which he's been doing more and more often.) Art thinks it's cute, you're a great player but so so shy you barely can look at him when he speaks to you. Art decides to exploit this, gets far too close to you after games, says how he's "so proud of you" when you win and flashes you a pretty smile. For awhile it's fun for him, for awhile it's as far as he'll go.

Art needs more than that, he wants to be in a situation where he's in control for once. Art's thoughts start to go from just wanting to see you get all nervous to wanting to pin you down and beg for him to stop. The man begins to fuck his fist after every time he sees you play in your little athletic shorts, he practically moans the first time he sees you wear a small white skirt to one of your matches. Tashi notices, of course she fucking notices the change in his behaviour around you, she notices how close he gets to you and how he runs to the bathroom after every practice you have. Tashi doesn't confront him because frankly she doesn't care, and she can't say she hasn't had... thoughts about you too.

Art is lying on his back beneath Tashi, her toned bare figure above him, he's whining as she cockwarms him, she'll fuck him when she thinks he deserves it. Tashi's hips shift slightly as she begins to nibble on Art's ear, the feeling making him cry out.

"Bet she'd look so much prettier under me than you do." Tashi whispers it in Art's ear, his eyes go wider than the fucking moon. Surely she isn't talking about who he thinks she's talking about, before he even can think of a response Tashi removes herself from him. The loss of her warmth makes him whine.

They both fuck themselves thinking about you that night<3

Repost from old blog!

[andriiorrr]

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙨.

ART X READER X TASHI .

✦ warnings ; threesome (if it wasn’t obvious),makeout session,fingering,oral (m & f receiving),tashi just focusing on your pleasure instead of hers but you don’t let that slide,readers belly is pierced!, mentions of drinking, reader,tashi & art have a drink or two maybe even more. fluff.

☆ Summary ; you were really close with art and tashi, you were good friends with them, but what happens when they invite to you spend the night & y’all play never have I ever.

It was nighttime , you were just chillin’ on your couch watching a show your phone next to you. It suddenly rang, you groaned picking your up wondering who would be calling you while you were oh so relaxed in your comfort zone.

That was until you saw who was calling you, It was Tashi. You smiled answering the phone. “Hey, what’s up?” you giggled. “Hey uh well, you sound awfully happy, but me & art were just wondering if you wanted to come over and spend the night, lily’s with her babysitter right now. we just wanted to see if you wanna hang out like we all used to?” Tashi says, looking at Art, she fiddles with her skirt. Art looks at her from the drivers seat and leans his head on the steering wheel putting his hand on tashi’s thigh watching as tashi talks to you on the phone.

“Yeah, I’ll be over in 20. See you then?” you say smiling “no actually we’re gonna pick you up, if that’s okay with you?” Tashi murmurs softly. you were honestly taken aback but you were glad you didn’t have to use any gas in your car. “Yeah no that’ll be fine, let me just pack a change of clothes” you get up grabbing your silk pj shorts & a button up silk pj shirt.

“Alright be there in 10.” Tashi says & hangs up. You were honestly kinda happy to be spending time with Art & Tashi, you did miss them a lot. You were all busy people and you never had a problem with it. Tashi or Art sometimes both of them would call you to check up on you. It was never a problem you actually didn’t mind it and if you were honestly speaking, it did make you feel special. You snap out of thoughts, grabbing a bag to put your clothes in it. You heard your text notification from your phone. “we’re outside.” Tashi texted you.

You liked her message, throwing your bag over your shoulder you grab your keys walking out the door. You turn around locking the door then putting it in your bag, you look around to see Tashi & Art standing infront of their car kissing. You smile softly at the lovebirds and walk up to them.

“Okay you two, y’all came to pick me up not swap spits infront of my house and in my face” you giggle tucking your hair behind your ears. Tashi and Art pull apart, Art grins and lets out a breathy laugh while Tashi simply rolls her eyes playfully. They walk to the front while you open the back door and hop in.

Suddenly, Art pulls in. You look up out the window to see y’all are already here. “We’re here” Tashi chimes. You open the door getting out as well as Art & Tashi, Art takes your bag smiling softly at you and walks to the door unlocking it. You trail behind Art & Tashi, “make yourself comfortable” Tashi motions. You smile at her softly, you take off your shoes and go walk up to Tashi’s and Art’s Bedroom. You sit on the edge of their bed. Fiddling with yours fingers, to be honest your were kinda, actually scratch that you were fucking nervous as hell. It’s been a while since you,art and tashi hung out. Your thoughts were interrupted by tashi and art walking in, art holding a bottle of wine and some cups while tashi brought snacks. You get more comfortable on the bed sitting criss cross.

The bed dips on both sides of you, Tashi on your Left, Art on your right. Tashi hands you the snacks and you smile taking them, Art pours the wine in three cups, handing you one, then tashi and he takes one for himself.

You were all 3 drinks in, Playing never have I ever when tashi suddenly said “Never have I ever had a threesome.” Tashi & Art drank the rest of their drink, while you stared at the rest of your drink in your lap tracing the top of your cup the silence taking over. Art and Tashi look at you then they look at each other exchanging looks. Suddenly tashi cups your face catching you off guard, you look up at her your lips part as you look at her in awe. She gives you a soft smile and presses her plush lips against yours. Art watches as you and Tashi lock lips, with a smirk on the corner of his lips. You kiss her back, enjoying the sweet taste of her lips. Tashi's hand traces down from your waist to your thigh.

Tashi pulls you onto her lap without breaking the kiss, you gasp as she presses her toned lean body against yours. Tashi deepens the kiss, her tongue slipping past your parted lips to taste more of yours. She moans into your mouth as she places her hand on your lower back pressing you even closer to her.

Tashi pulls back from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting the two from her lips to yours. She chuckles and strokes your hair as you breathlessly look into her eyes.

You look down at tashi then art, your face felt hot.

Art’s gaze burns into you and tashi, his expression darkens as he watches the two of you. He bites his lips at you when Tashi kisses your shoulder, and whispers a soft “Art would want a taste too.”

Tashi then grips your hips and pushes you off her lap and onto the bed. She then proceeds to climb on-top of you. A gasp leaves your lips as her hands grab onto your wrists pinning them above your head. Her body presses against yours, as she kiss down your neck to your chest. “Can I?” Tashi looks up at you, heavy breathes were the only sound in the room, you nod softly in a daze. “Wanna hear you say it baby” tashi says making you bite your lip at the fact she called you baby.

“Please, I want you and art” you softly murmur and whine, and thats all it takes for her to put her hand up your shirt, she stops suddenly when she feels your belly piercing. “Take your shirt off” She says her tone wasn’t like she was asking you, she was commanding you to.

You comply and take off your shirt, you have the perfect toned midriff, it’s not surprising since you work out regularly. Tashi softly smiles at you as she caresses your smooth skin, her thumb traced your belly piercing as she sat on top of you. “Gosh you’re perfect.” Tashi says as Art comes to you tucking your hair behind your hair. “Our pretty girl” he softly murmurs.

Heat runs through your body as you feel tashis hands roam your chest admiring every curve of your body. Art’s touch makes you shiver, his voice so deep in your ear as he praised you.

Tashi then leans up to kiss your lips, her lips were sweet and soft. You kiss her back, wrapping you arms around her neck pulling slightly on her hair making her moan and shiver against your lips. Tashi moans into your mouth before leaning away to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed with arousal. Art watched you making you feel even more embarrassed and aroused at the same time. 

“Come here” you say breathlessly to art. Art kneels on the bed next to you and Tashi and immediately connects his lips with yours. He kisses you hungrily his hands running down your body, he moaned against your lips once his hand felt your piercing as his thumb traced it. Art deepens the kiss, his tongue slips into your mouth tasting your hot breaths as you tried your best to kiss him back. Tashi started to place kisses on the exposed skin at the nape of your neck while Art dominated your mouth. Both of their hands roamed your body, and their moans of appreciation vibrated against your skin. Art then bit down on your bottom lip making you gasp.

Art used your gasp of surprise to slip his tongue into your mouth. Tashi started to kiss even lower, going from your nape down to your chest. Her hands roamed your body as she worshipped you. Art then pulled away from your lips, and kissed Tashi’s head as he moved away from the two of you. Your eyes followed him, wondering what he was doing as Tashi continued to kiss your chest making her way to your waist. Tashi kissed and licked your belly getting close to the waistband of your shorts. You bite your bottom of your lip, your imagination running wild. Art then grabbed your chin, tilting your head up at him. His eyes were clouded with lust, and his expression told you that you were in for quite the night.

Your breath hitched as Art’s eyes raked over your half-naked figure on the bed with a sultry gaze. He then leaned down to press a hot kiss onto your lips, his tongue swirling around your own, savoring the flavor of you. Tashi slides her hands into your shorts Tashi slides her hands into your shorts making you gasp into Art’s mouth. Her hands explore your skin, her touches set aflame your skin. You moan into Art’s mouth biting onto his plush bottom lip.

Art then broke the kiss and moved his lips to your neck, his hot breath against your skin made you whine and shiver. You close your eyes enjoying Art’s kisses, his teeth nibbling on your sensitive skin. His hands slowly move from your hips all the way to your navel. You gasp when his hand softly brushes your bellybutton piercing.

Tashi finger slips into your cunt, you let out a loud gasp at the pleasure, you let out a moan and whimper. “It’s okay baby” she murmurs softly. Tashi slides her finger in and out of your wet cunt slowly, teasing you. You let out soft whimpers and grip onto her shirt as art kisses you swallowing your whimpers and moans.

Your moans vibrate in his mouth in a melody, he sucks on your bottom lip. Slowly teasing your sensitive buds with his tongue, drinking in the sweet sounds leaving your mouth. Your breathing was shaky your body felt like it was on fire, but before you could get a release Tashi slowed down her pace making you moan against Art’s mouth in disappointment. “Tashi don’t stop please.” You beg.

“You’re so needy, already begging” Tashi says with amusement, yet she obliges you and picks up her pace. Your moans become wanton and needy as she moves her finger in and out of you faster and faster, as your toes curl from pleasure. Art then reaches to caress your breast, making you shiver under his touch. “I’m gonna—“ you gasp out, your head feels fuzzy from Tashi’s quick pacing leaving you in a state of bliss. Art then captures your lips with his own, swallowing your moans. Tashi rubs your clit while picking up her pace going faster.

Your moans grow louder as her pace gets faster, your eyes fluttering slightly as the heat in your stomach builds and grows like a fire. Art breaks the kiss, his voice breathless against your neck “We want to hear you sweetheart.” He says, his voice low and husky.

“Come on, we wanna hear those gorgeous moans leave your lips.” Tashi adds, as she curls her fingers inside you. You moan, letting out a loud whine. You moan once more gripping onto the sheets, your toes curled, and your body squirming, the pressure in your core builds at the edge. You can’t speak other than to let out incoherent sounds. Suddenly, as you approach your high, you were so fucking close.

“Come on baby, let Art and I take care of you” Tashi whispers in your ear. Art reaches down to cup your cheek as you look into his dark eyes, his thumb softly stroking your cheek. You see the sincerity in his gaze, that all he wants is for you to feel good. Tashi quickens her fingers, your moans grow louder and her eyes never leave your face.

It finally happens when you look into Tashi’s eyes while she watches you cum on her fingers.

You cum undone with a cry, your body shaking and trembling from the release. Tashi pulls out her fingers letting you ride out your orgasm. You lay on the bed taking in shaky labored breaths, your chest heaving up and down as you recover. Art brushes back the strands of hair from your face, his hands caressing your damp skin. He smiles at you with affection.

You take a moment then get up going between Tashi’s legs sinking on the floor “wanna taste you” you say as you look up at her your head resting on her thigh. Tashi's breath hitches in her neck, her eyes fluttering at your touch. Her body shivers when she feels your breath on her sensitive skin. She bites her bottom lip as she watches you between her thighs. "Please"  she whispered. You pull Tashi’s panties down open her legs as you lick her clit your tongue flicking her clit then you move to her entrance licking and sucking all the right places. Tashi moans and shivers under your touch, her head falling back against the headboard. Her hands run through your hair, her nails scraping against your scalp making Tashi shiver. “Just like that baby” she moans out her voice breathy. You lick Tashi’s cunt, lapping and licking up all her juices.

Tashi’s moans grow in volume as she squirms under your touch, your moans vibrated against her sensitive cunt leaving her in a state of bliss. Tashi grips your hair “So close Baby, so fucking close.” She whines. “C’mon baby, don’t stop” she moans, her nails dig into your scalp making you moan out and in return making her squirm and shiver with pleasure. The room was filled with sounds of pleasure, whines, moans.

Art watches, groaning at the sight of you between his wife’s legs. Art watches you with lust filled eyes, the fire of passion burning in his gaze. You could see just how much he enjoyed watching you worship his wife, and that made your face feel hotter as it already was.

Your head was swimming, the passion and adoration for Tashi burned through your veins. You look up at her through your eyelashes drinking in the sight of her flushed expression as she moans out your name. “Baby, im close, so close” Tashi moans out her chest rising and falling rapidly. You moan into tashi’s cunt. Tashi cries out your name louder, her hips arching up as her body shakes as she cums. Her eyes flutter before rolling back and closing shut from the feeling, her chest rises and falls rapidly as her shaky panting fills the room.

Art can’t help but watch in awe as his future wife comes undone from your touch. Seeing her flushed red face, hearing her breathless moans and heavy panting made his loins burn. Seeing you between her legs had him entranced, your name fell so naturally and beautiful from her red bitten lips.

You lean up to kiss Art, it was slow and languid as your tongue ran against his own. He moans against your mouth, cupping your cheek against his warm palm as he kissed you back. He pours into the kiss his desire and the adoration he held for you. You palm his hardened cock, running your hand over it. Art lets out a groan at this feeling, his mouth leaving yours as his breath hit your neck. “Your touch feels so good sweetheart” he whispers against your skin. You pull arts pants down then his boxers. You stroke his cock teasingly. Pre-cum leaking at the tip of his cock. He lets out a groan at the feeling, his breath fanning over your neck, as your touch makes him shiver. “You’re teasing me” he murmurs against your neck, his head hung. “You like the way my hand feels?” You say breathlessly as tashi kisses your neck.

“God yes.. please..” he whispers his voice low and husky against your ear. His breath hitches as you run your thumb over his head. “Please,” he says again, his voice desperate as he shivers from your touch. Tashi lets out a giggle, biting the junction of your neck and shoulder. You sink to your knees licking the tip of arts cock while stroking him your pace going a bit faster. “Fuck” art whines out. You wrapped your lips around arts cock. He pulsed against your tongue as you took him deeper, his thighs tensing where your hands rested against him. He bucked slightly, brushing the back of your throat. When you gagged around him you bobbed your head up and down faster. His breath hitches at the feeling, his head falling back slightly, fuck— your mouth felt so fucking good around his cock. His body shook and trembled under your touch, his face flushed red. Gosh— if you kept doing that he’s gonna cum right on the spot.

“So close” art whimpers out as he grips your head fucking your mouth as tashi moves your hair from falling into your face. As Art fucks yours mouth you can feel the oxygen leave you, but you couldn’t care less you let Art use your mouth up to his pleasure as long as you get to hear those oh so pretty moans. “Gonna— mm fuck” art whines out “cumming!” Art whines out as he cums in your mouth, and you swallow every last fucking bit. You pull away gasping softly for air. Tashi grabs your chin softly making you look at her “you did so good baby.” She kissed you and pulls up making you lay between her and art, “you’re so pretty when you cum, I hope you know that” art murmurs into your neck holding you close. “That she is” tashi softly murmurs smiling, she tucks your hair behind your ear as Art rubs you soothingly “goodnight our pretty girl.” They both whisper into your ear as you all drift of to sleep and just like that.

The world finally stopped.

[boiohboii]

The people's sweethearts Ch.III

(Tom Holland x f!verstappen!reader x Zendaya)

Soulmate au

YN Verstappen had been through hell, by her own father, for something she didn't even ask for. She grew up learning that she should hate what was given to her, after all it was the reason her father was always angry with her. So what should she do when the one thing she learned to hate is the one thing that brings her love, safe and comfort that not even her older brother can compare.

WARNING: not proof read, Jos Verstappen (worsned like 10 times for this fic) poly relationship, derogatory terms by father, abusive father. If I missed anything else please let me know

ChII

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Will they blister and heal over like the last time or will they bleed for days on end and leave scars?

That was yn's first thought as soon as she heard the words of Christian Horner, and with how Max was looking at her, he had similar thoughts as well, which is quite saddening.

When Max first met Kelly, his first thought wasn't how bad his punishment would be, and he hated that this was what yn's thinking about as soon as she saw one of her soulmates. Her thoughts should've been on how she will spend their first date, on when she will get to meet her other soulmate, on how much her face hurts from smiling and her heart feels like it will leap out of her chest from joy.

And although both of them try not to cross paths with their father they still end up meeting him, he still comes by yn's University, which is something that always scares her, not knowing what her father's next move is, where will his hand leave a mark this time. Has she told Max of it? Not really, Max doesn't know the extent of which Jos still treats yn, all he knows is that sometimes Jos visits her at her university whenever he allows it, whenever he is there with her, ready to protect her from the harsh words and actions of Jos Verstappen. Max doesn't know that sometimes Jos visits when he isn't there, that yn goes with him to his flat. Whenever she'd try to tell Max he'd look at her with such tenderness, like she's so innocent and had never seen what she had, that she doesn't gather enough courage to tell him- thinking that maybe if he knew, he'd never perceive her the same way, he'd just get tired and angry of her self harmming ways, that he'd leave her behind because after everything he had done for her, to keep her safe and happy, she keeps going back to Jos, she keeps listening to him and hearing out his lame, repetitive excuses.

"Umm, hi."

Yn's thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice, her soulmate's soft voice.

"Mr Holland, hello."

Max was the one to reply, he knew that his sister's mind is a mess.

"Oh please, just- just Tom is fine, Max," an awkward silence filled the air, making Tom more nervous by the millisecond "is it okay to call you Max?"

Max smiles at the actor, "yeah, of course, you're older than me anyway."

"Oh, yeah, right." Clearing his throat, Tom looked at yn hoping she'd be the one to offer for the two of them to be alone.

"Right, so," seeing his soulmate avoid his eyes hurt, it hurt so much that he could feel his nose burning and his eyes watering "I was wondering if I could speak with my soulmate."

Even with tears in his eyes and a heavy heart he kept looking at her, urging her in his mind to just look at him, to stop the poisonous thoughts from creeping into his mind telling him to prepare himself for a rejection, to prepare himself to cope with the feeling of a missing soul, to prepare himself to tell Zendaya of how her soulmate rejected her without even meeting her.

Now, Tom doesn't have any sisters, but he'd like to imagine that if he had one he'd treat her like how Max Verstappen is treating Yn. He'd turn to her with the softest look in his eyes and a comforting face, asking her if she's okay to be left with her soulmate (he tried not to let this hurt him too much), asking her if she wants to be alone or if she'd rather have him besides her.

"It's okay," he could barely hear her feathery voice over the bustling paddock "I want to speak with him alone."

And with just one sentence Tom felt like screaming at the top of his lungs, he felt the colors becoming more vivid around him and his heart becoming lighter; maybe it won't end as bad as he imagined.

"Hi."

Her voice was so small, she sounded so fragile, almost scared.

"Um, hi, hello" Tom breathed out, mesmerised by his final piece "I didn't ask for your name."

"Oh, right," clearing her throat yn finally met his eyes "yn. I'm yn verstappen."

"Yn," God why did her name sound so pretty coming from his lips

"it's nice, no, wonderful to meet you. I've been looking to this day my entire life."

"Well, I'm here." Yn shrugged her shoulder as she showed him the palms of her hands, looking like she paused in the middle of making that one silly jazz movement

"Yeah, yeah, you're really here."

"How would you-"

"Can I ask-"

Their voices stopped at the same time, allowing the other person to talk, but neither did which was why they were sitting in such an awkward silence.

"Please go ahead."

"Right," yn started "I am not going to lie to you, I am not sure about this."

"This?" His eyebrows creased as his lips turned downwards, trembling as his voice cracked, he sounded so broken, he looked on the verge of tears, she feared that if she uttered another word that he'd cry, but she had to, he has to hate her, he eventually will so the earlier the better for her.

"The whole soulmate thing, I can't handle this."  Her heart clenched as she said those words, her fists clenching the black fabric of her dress at her knees, holding itself back from caressing the brit's face, from gently wiping away his tears and from kissing his forehead as she utters all the apologies and all the loving words she wishes she could say.

Yn would be lying if she said that she hadn't dreamt of this day, she used to stay up all night on weekdays imagining what it would be like to meet her soulmates, what would it be like to see the other parts of her soul, to look in their eyes and to tell them that she's ready, that she's with them forever, but she can't, as long as jos verstappen is in her life she can't see herself in a good light, all she thinks of is how much of a disappointment she was to her mother, how much of a disappointment she is for her father, and how much of a disappointment she will be to max as soon as he figures out what she does behind his back.

No one would love her, why would they love a person like her? A person who never wants to go anywhere, a person who is afraid of everything and everyone, she's always afraid of her own father- how could she possibly explain that to her soulmates, she's a person who will not be loved because she is not worthy of being loved, it's quite sad and unfair but that's the unfortunate truth- the fact that no one will ever love her and no one will ever miss her is yn's unfortunate truth.

"Why?" Tom questions as he looks through his tear filled eyes "why not?"

"I-" yn failed to come up with a fake, reasonable excuse because she doesn't want that. She doesn't want to reject her soulmate, all her life she had done things because she is afraid of her father, and it's not like she could just dump that on her soulmate on their first meeting after rejecting him "Can you accept that I just can't?"

"No, no, I can not accept that!" Tom's tone got a little too lough for his liking, clearing his throat he kept his voice in check "don't ask me to accept that you don't want me, that you don't want zendaya before you even got to know us, you haven't even met zendaya yet!"

Yn's tears got the best of her, quickly forming in her eyes and then in seconds they were streaming down her face.

"I can't, I just really can't," yn started as she tried to wipe off her tears, only for her vision to be more blurry and for even more tears to end up on her cheeks "I can't, and I know that it's unfair, I want to but I can't and I can't explain it to you because it's none of your business"

"But it is," even with all of the frustration in him, Tom made sure that he sounds reassuring and calm "it is my business because my soulmate said that she wants something, she wants me; us, but she's not saying why and I have to understand. I will understand, so please, just tell me, explain it to me," Tom moved closer to yn, stopping her palms from furiously rubbing her eyes and cheeks with his hand engulfing hers, yn could feel his skin on her cheeks "I want to understand."

Looking into his eyes, yn could feel herself calm down, the tears drying and her vision clearer "what if I don't want to? At least, not until zendaya is here?"

"Of course she'll be here, she really wants to meet you.

"She knows?"

"Well," moving his thumbs into a a Z shape onto the back of her hand Tom smiled at his younger soulmate "kinda. How about she explains it when she gets here in a few weeks, after you explain, yeah? How about the next GP, would you be ok with that?"

"Yeah, I think- I think I'd like that."

Ch.IV

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[seduzist]

thinking abt being the controversial young trophy wife of tashi duncan.

cw: manipulation, toxic relationship, dubcon, age gap, smut (just a bit).

you were her fan before you guys got together and thats just one of the reasons why was so easy for her to manipulate you into being her cute housewife! you had your dreams abt a career in professional tennis but that didn’t really matter when you met tashi, because why try to be something else if she liked you the way you are, even if you were so young, even if you were naive and stupid? she convinced you that you didn’t needed anything but her and she would provide everything you needed, in exchange you just had to love her and keep her satisfied, tashi is all you need.

she’s so jealous of her wife, she hates the thought of you with someone else so you always have her by your side wherever you go, that’s way she keeps you close and prefers if you just see her and stay away from your family and friends, she’s all you need.

she’ll never force you to have sex! but tashi taught you to know better than denying her after everything she made for you, she married you, gave you a rich lifestyle, she provides everything you need and is so loyal and loving with you, you wouldn’t want her to change it just because you had a tiring day, right?

“that’s right.” she says, kissing your neck and passing her hand through your flat belly. “that’s my good girl, you know better than deny me, right?”

that’s just before she fucks you with her long fingers, chocking you and whispering how you could never leave her, how you had to stay just with her, how she loved you and your body, how lucky she was to have you as her little wife, how she loved your pretty stupid self “you would let me do whatever i fucking wanted with you, yeah? i bet you would, you’re just a stupid little whore for me, i love that so much baby, i love you.”

tashi couldn’t be more happy when you asked her to have kids, that’s the ultimate reason you would never leave her, even when she’s rude and mean after losing, even when she’s aggressive and treats you like an object, even when she says that’s better for you to stay away from your family and friends and be just with her, because she knows what’s good for you, tashi knows best, she knows exactly what a pretty young girl like you needs and she gives that to you, always.

[amymbona]

Welcome back Tashi DUNCAN 💜

[spencer0o7]

pretty girls that do sports

tashi x fem!artist!reader

summary : after tashi's injury that ended her tennis career she meets y/n who changes how she views her life.

warnings : slight mention of homophobia

word count : 1.2k

notes : I’ve been wanting to write challengers fanfiction for ages now and unfortunately there aren’t lots of Tashi fics out there so I had to make one! I imagined y/n as black but they can be any race :)

btw english isn’t my first language

You first met after Tashi’s injury. After having no choice but to quit tennis professionally she started putting more time into studying.

One day when she was walking around campus to find her new tutor she got lost in a completely different building. She stumbled upon an isolated classroom, the light from it seeping out from the doorway. Her curiosity got the best of her so she stuck her head in to see what was in it.

There she saw you sitting in front of an easel sketching onto a canvas. The afternoon sun from the windows was illuminating your face. You were intensely focused on your work but looked incredibly at peace alone in the remote classroom. Something about your attention and focus on your work drew her to you.

Tashi had been so caught up in admiring you and your dedication she had missed when you finally looked up from your canvas to her.

You stared at her for a moment. Your brows slightly furrowed with confusion for why this pretty girl would be standing here in this small isolated classroom you occupy. “Looking for something?” You ask breaking the silence.

For the first time, Tashi doesn’t know what to say. Like her words got stuck in her throat. Leaving her mind absolutely blank. “I- no I’m just looking around campus,” She eventually stutters out.

She steps further into the room putting her hand on the open doorframe. The smell of paint permeated the room.

“Ah,” you exclaim. “Well, Mrs Donovan lets me use her classroom during off hours.” You turn in your chair slightly to face her better. “You’re free to join.” You add having a sense that the girl might’ve been in need of some peace and quiet.

Tashi smiled at that before introducing herself to you. Her name sounded familiar to you.

It was then it hit you that she’s the star tennis player who got injured. Her future of becoming a professional athlete disappearing with it. Maybe that’s why she was roaming around here in search of something. You grin back at her seeing her beautiful smile appear. “I’m Y/N.”

She moved into the classroom to stand next to you. “What are you making?” This was unlike herself, going after someone especially someone she doesn’t even know. But it was like she didn’t have complete control of her body, she was completely enamored by you and wanted to know more.

You turn back to the easel. “I’m not sure really, I thought of painting the view outside but it’s not really coming together.”

“Well I’m not much of an artist but I think to paint you need some color on your canvas?” Tashi teased looking at the blank canvas staring back at you.

A laugh escapes your mouth. “I don’t know I just- I just can’t seem to find it in me.” You sigh letting your arms rest limply on your thighs. You shrug while looking back at her, “I’ll probably just scrap it anyway. I need some new inspiration.”

“What kind of inspiration do you use usually then?” Tashi puts her hands on her waist with a curious look on her face. Her meeting with her tutor was long forgotten.

“Hmh,” You cock your head slightly in thought, “Views, music, nature, pretty girls that do sports, y’know…”

Tashi’s heartbeat picks up but she calmly masks her growing infatuation with a grin. “Oh really?”

You’ve never really been shy about your romantic feelings for girls. If there’s someone you like you’ll try testing the waters to see how they feel. But you can’t really say that’s always worked out well for you. Tashi though, she’s different.

It’s like the moment you saw her standing at the door of the classroom you knew she was special.

I mean you’d seen her before around Stanford. In fact, it was hard not to, with her whole fan club (and people way too obviously trying to get into her pants) surrounding her at almost any time.

But here, with you, it wasn’t like that. It’s almost as if without tennis looming over her at any time you could finally see her as herself. You wonder if she thought about her former tennis career in the same way.

Your tongue brushes over your bottom lip. “Sure,” You bashfully admit. Tashi chuckles at that. “Well.. if that description includes me I’d love to help you find your inspiration.” She suggests in a playful tone of voice.

You smirk at her, already knowing you’re about to create something beautiful.

Tashi’s been up for a few minutes now. Her stomach rumbles which makes her realize how hungry she is. She turns over in the bed to look at your sleeping body. “Y/N,” she whispers. You stir slightly in your sleep. “Wanna go get breakfast?”

You finally open your eyes. You look at her sleepily, with a smile creeping up on your face. She loves waking up alongside you, comfortably squished together in your tiny twin bed. You move over to lie on her arm

You wine softly, “I don’t wanna move. I’m so comfy.”

“While laying on me?”

“You’re my new pillow.”

“You have a silk pillowcase.” She laughs as she toys with one of your stray hair strands. These moments before the day has started mean a lot to her.

“Really? You’re gonna make me get food on my own?” She asks in a sickly sweet voice. You stare up at her. “Can we get bagels?”

“Bagels, muffins, croissants.. whatever you want.” She lists off. “Alright, I’m up,” You instantly sit up which makes her giggle. You crawl out of the bed searching for clothes to wear in your closet. You pick up a sweater quickly slipping it on. She stares at you from the bed. “C’mon baby let’s go.”

“I haven’t even gotten ready,” Tashi groans as she gets out of bed. “You don’t need to get ready, you’re beautiful in any state.”

You look at her with a big grin. Tashi just stares at you unconvinced. “You’re cute,” She chuckles. You turn around to grab one of your hoodies and hand it to her. She changes into the hoodie as you put on your socks and shoes.

“M’gonna use the bathroom real quick,” Tashi calls out from behind you. “Kay,” you yell back. You grab your little mirror on your desk to make sure your hair looks good before leaving. You busy yourself with it for a few minutes.

“You look great, you always do,” You suddenly hear from Tashi behind you. Tashi puts her hands on your shoulder “Did you know you’re exactly my type.”

She pulls the mirror from your hand, throwing it on your unmade bed. She puts her lips on your neck softly kissing you. “What’s your type then?” You ask with a grin.

“Oh y’know, pretty girls that paint,” Tashi answers, her voice vibrating onto your skin.

Seeing Tashi so distracted, you giggled, “I thought you were hungry?”

“Oh yeah,” She wraps her arms around your waist, resting her head on your shoulder. “But this is good too.”

“It’ll be even better eating a stack of pancakes,” You spin around to see her. You take your hands in hers. Tashi grins at you. Seeing her smile makes you so happy you kiss her cheek.

You let go for a moment so Tashi can slip her shoes on and you grab your keys. She walks up to you and slips her hand back in yours.

You smile opening the door, letting her go out first. “I think this breakfast is gonna be great.” You step outside into the hallway. Tashi grins at you as you walk hand in hand.

[xoluvx]

threesome; tomdaya x fem!reader

smut word count: 2.5k a draft that took a mind of its own...pls enjoy

"Do you know the walls of this cabin are paper-thin? Because we could hear everything last night," Zendaya sneered taking a sip from her coffee while looking directly at you.

"Oh my god, seriously?" you asked feeling your face grow warm recalling the events of last night. It wasn't like you and Tom weren't discreet about your sex life. You had sex. Lots of it. But it hadn't crossed your mind that maybe other people didn't want to know those details of your life. At least not when they didn't have a choice in the matter.

"What was he doing to you? Geez," she scoffed playfully looking out at the lake as the two of you enjoyed the morning sun on the patio. "You were not holding back, huh?" she teased again, chuckling a little this time.

"Well, if you must know. Tom-" you started saying, but she cut you off holding up her hand. She didn't want to hear more.

"I was just joking. I don't actually want you to tell me," she scrunched her face making a disgusted look. She had a vivid imagination and an idea of what had happened in that room. She wasn't going to tell you that though.

"Oh please, don't act like you haven't thought about it before," it's like you read her mind. You looked right at her waiting to see her reaction.

Her eyes bulged and she held on to her coffee mug tighter. "Thought about what?" she asked furrowing her brows.

"Tom," you smirked crossing your legs after noticing her reaction. You leaned back on the chair as you closed your eyes feeling the breeze on your face.

Zendaya shook her head dismissing your comment.

"Come on. Tom is an attractive guy. I get it. I understand if you have thoughts about him," you raised a brow now cocking your head looking at her and waiting to see if she'd say something. But there was silence and that was telling enough.

-

"Babe, what do you think of Zendaya?" you asked throwing the decorative pillows off the bed and to the love seat in the room. You were ready to get in bed, but you were curious to know what Tom had to say about the conversation you'd had with Zendaya earlier.

"She's a good mate," he said nonchalantly, not thinking twice of your question. He continued rummaging through the drawer in the dresser you were sharing. He was looking for socks.

"She's a good mate? Tell me more," a hint of playfulness in your voice as you tossed a pillow at him before pulling the covers back and getting into bed.

Tom turned to look at you with shock. A hand went to the spot where the pillow hit him. "What was that for?" He asked dumbfounded closing the drawers, the pair of socks in his hand.

"I mean, do you think she's attractive?" you asked raising a brow waiting for his response.

"Well, yes. You'd have to be blind not to think that," he said bluntly and you laughed because he wasn't wrong. This is what you loved about him. He was so adorably cute and honest and you knew you could have this conversation with him - no awkwardness.

"Where's this coming from, love?" he asked joining you in bed. You were under the sheets as he laid on top of them resting his weight on his side as he saw you turn to look at the ceiling.

"She heard us last night. She asked what we were doing," you laughed recalling the conversation.

"So?"

"It just made me think..." your voice trailed off.

"About?" he pried placing a hand on your belly which urged you to look at him.

"Threesome," the word unfamiliar on your tongue, but oh so tempting.

"With Z?" he asked wanting clarification. Surely you couldn't have come to this conclusion from just a girls' talk with Zendaya. Who need not forget was probably one of the most proper and least into threesomes people he'd come to know. Or so he thought.

"I told her how you do that thing-" you started saying and Tom cut you off standing up from the bed and scrunching his face.

"Darling, it's bad enough she heard us. You had to go into detail?" he asked shutting his eyes. His face flushed.

"She acted like she didn't want to know, but trust me she wanted to know. I could see it in her face," you said pushing the sheets off you so you could sit on your knees as you watched Tom stand at the foot of the bed, hands on his hips.

"Here's the best part, she didn't deny thinking about it." You looked up at Tom sweetly as if you weren't just admitting one of his (and your) best friends had thought about having sex with him.

"So what do you want me to do with this information?" he asked now tilting his head.

"Nothing just wanted to let you know." You smirked and Tom shook his head chuckling a little before walking to you. He placed his hands on your face pulling you so your lips could touch. He kissed you tenderly as you placed your hands on his arms. Your heads tilted in opposite directions as your lips molded.

-

"We have a proposition," you exclaimed sitting in the same spot you'd sat with her yesterday. This time, it was later in the afternoon and there was something fruity in your cup. Your finger traced the rim of the glass as you looked at her.

Zendaya raised a brow taking a sit of her drink. "Yes?" she asked tilting her head.

"Would you care to join us...tonight?" you questioned, slouching back in your chair comfortably and nonchalantly. Like you weren't just asking your bestie to have a night of passion with both you and your man.

Zendaya gulped, but didn't respond. She looked out at the lake pondering your offer. She was curious. Of course she was curious. Especially after she, again, unintentionally heard you and Tom.

"I'll think about it," she finally replied looking at you. The sun reflecting off her eyes gloriously; you nodded in response.

-

There was a soft knock at your door, you turned to look at Tom who shrugged his shoulders but carefully sat up in bed. He was shirtless and only wearing his boxers. The covers hid half his body in this new position. You slipped the covers off your body and walked to the door.

You knew who it was. There was no doubt in your mind, but you were surprised when you opened the door. It almost went swinging when Zendaya stepped into the room, her hands on your face, lips tenderly on yours. There was softness to her that Tom came very close to. Her lips pressed firmly on yours until you started to move your lips in sync backing up a little so you could close the door until she was pressed to it. Your bodies flushed against one another.

Tom cleared his throat and the two of you pulled away to see him watching.

"Sorry, I had to do that. Confidence boost, if we're going to do this." She glanced between you and Tom. Your gaze went to Tom who tapped the bed. "Come here," he said and you held Zendaya's hand as you approached the bed.

She sat down on your side of the bed, feet planted on the ground.

"We are all okay with this?" Tom asked and you both nodded. Zendaya's back still to Tom, she was looking at you. "Okay," he whispered and he inched closer to Zendaya.

You wedged yourself between her legs and her hands tentatively brushed up your thighs. Her chest was rising and falling quickly as her fingers traced the curve of your ass. You brought your hands down to her face bringing her lips to yours. This time, the kiss was slow and sensual. Lips moving with purpose.

Zendaya felt Tom's lips on her shoulder and shuddered at the new point of contact. His lips peppered kisses along her shoulder and up her neck. She moaned into your mouth and you happily swallowed it, tongues now mingling.

Tom's fingers pulled at her hair gently tilting her head to the side, his tongue running along the side of her neck. You pulled away from kissing her to straddle her. This gave you access to same area Tom was focusing on. You kissed her collarbone before slowly moving up to where Tom's mouth was.

Your tongues met as you licked up her neck. The two of you getting lost in a kiss, your hands held on to her lower back and Tom's hands held on to your ass pressing you closer to Z. She was sandwiched between the two of you. You came back from the kiss when you felt her squirm, her hands on Tom's urging you to move your hips. You did so gladly grinding on her thighs.

You went back to kissing Zendaya as Tom lowered the straps of her nightgown revealing her perky breasts. He cupped them as you continued moving your hips on hers, lips still locked. He palmed her breasts, thumb and index finger gently pinching her nipples eliciting a string of moans from Zendaya who was now matching your movements.

"You have too much clothes on," she whispered against your lips and you gave her one more kiss before getting off her. You pulled down your shorts and matching shirt revealing your naked body. You pushed back Zendaya pulling the rest of her dress down her legs, Tom sitting next to her body, hand running up her tight torso. You were almost drooling at the scene and before you could join again you looked at Tom.

"Take it off," you demanded and he quickly got off the bed to remove the only article of clothing he was wearing. The three of you now completely naked and fully anticipating what came next.

Zendaya was still laying down on the bed, Tom grabbed her arms raising them above her head. She looked up at him, her harden nipples calling your name. You hovered over her taking one in your mouth. You sucked gently before rotating your tongue on her nipple. Tom watched carefully, your ass on full display as you leaned over her. He reached out to give you a firm spank and your groan reverberated off Zendaya's nipple causing her to let out her own groan.

Your lips trailed down her torso until you were right above her pussy. She was dying of anticipation. Yeah, she wanted to know what Tom could do, but she was more curious about you. She always had and now you were between her thighs and she swore she could cum from just that sight.

"Fuck..." Zendaya hummed as your tongue made contact with her sensitive pussy. She was throbbing for you, the sensation only rising as Tom playing with her nipples, his tongue rotating about each bud. Your tongue was focusing on her clit now. Rotating before flicking. You sucked gently before licking. You repeated the same movements over and over holding her thighs open as you felt her shake. She was close you could feel it. You felt it when you dipped your tongue in her pussy; she was tighter each time.

When you finally slipped a finger in, she couldn't control the string of moans. She was vocal and you loved that. Her arms were still raised above her head and her hips were rising too. Tom held her down firmly, hand spreading over her stomach, mouth still attached to her nipple.

"I think she's ready for you," you chocked getting up from the spot you were in, Zendaya looked down at you confused. Your lips were glistening and Tom nodded. He reached from the drawer pulling out a condom.

You switched with him laying next to her now. Your lips brushed hers sloppily and she moaned as she tasted herself on your tongue. You pressed your lips a little more firmly on hers and she groaned as you palmed her breast. You palmed it harder and she squirmed when you pinched her nipple.

Tom ran his hand up her thigh. You turned to watch him, cheek pressed on Zendaya's. She had her eyes closed, head tilted back at his touch. He leaned over to kiss you hungrily and you fisted his hair intensifying the kiss before nodding at him. You turned to Zendaya holding her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

Tom lifted her thighs before slowly bringing himself down. His member glided between her folds feeling how wet she was. You'd done that, you'd prepared her so well.

Zendaya gulped looking at Tom's dick as he pulled away, he held it in his hand and you watched carefully too. He brought it down to her pussy again, this time slipping into her. Zendaya almost screamed as she felt her pussy stretch around him. She'd never imagine he was this gifted and now she could understand why you'd been so loud. He moved painfully slow, his eyes on you the whole time. Zendaya had closed her eyes again; the feeling of Tom's dick sliding into her was too intense. Especially considering the previous events aka your tongue on her pussy. She was already wound tightly and she didn't know how long she'd last.

Tom started speeding his movements. He slid into her more easily and his thrusts became rougher. Eventually her legs were above his shoulders and he was hitting her sweet spot at a new angle. An angle that was causing her breasts to move quickly and her moans to grow louder. You kissed her through it all, letting her moans vibrate in your mouth. She held your hand now, another gripping the sheets.

She couldn't keep track of how long this had been going on for, but she was surprised she'd held on for so long. She was seeing stars and at any moment she would be ready to snap.

"I'm gonna cum," she moaned arching her back, you went up to kiss Tom for a brief moment wondering if he was going to cum too. He nodded his head and you came back to her.

"You can cum baby," you whispered and the sound of your voice alone was enough. She unraveled, body shaking profusely as Tom slowed his hips. He hadn't reached his climax yet. He wanted to unload in you and you knew that.

You climbed over Zendaya, your breasts pressed together, ass in the air for Tom. He removed the condom and slid into your pussy. He groaned as a hand came down on your ass and you backed into him feeling him fill you up.

"Oh fuck," you moaned and Zendaya grabbed your face locking lips. Tom fucked you quickly, ass bouncing every time your bodies made contact. Your body pressed against Zendaya as she wrapped her arms around your shoulders pulling you closer, kissing you sloppier. Your hand reached down between her legs, she was soaked and she shivered when you ran a finger between her folds.

It wasn't long before you were reaching your own high, Tom following close behind. His movements, again, growing slower. You felt his warm release; your body relaxed under his, falling on Z.

The sounds of your breathing filled the room as the three of you came down from your highs.

"That was..." Tom started.

"incredible," you finished.

"So worth it," Zendaya added.

[gladiatorcunt]

🪺 - # WINTERGREEN CANDY CANE !!

cw: canon typical mind games, baby trapping/pregnancy, manipulation, reader’s emotionally constipated, tashi’s injury, cunnilingus, cockwarming, tit fucking, established tashi & patrick (there’s no feelings between them but they stay together for reader in the beginning), lactation, not rlly smut focused despite the tags, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, ambiguous baby daddy (even though the ending can be read a certain way), one mention of patrick x art, afab reader, there’s a thought about you being injured but it’s not serious, small time skip (?) type thing and implied future pregnancies, purposefully vague/unreliable narrator vibes

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They never tell you that Tashi got injured on purpose. She’s too good to fall victim to what plagues so many athletes, but you don’t know that. You, her assumed rival and yet also the poster child of sportsmanship. Rivalry can bring out affection in people, it can highlight the need for someone who can understand you better than anyone else possibly could. You’ve never been anything but soft and sweet, but you can still summon the lightning streaking across the sky in your eyes when the game begins. There’s a glow around you that Tashi craves like a moth craves the shadow behind the light they fly into.

Tashi’s fall from her pedestal was painful and the hardest decision she’s ever made, but for the first time she made it for love. The set up was the easiest part, but now she has to actually make the serve. And she can’t do it alone, she’d be stupid to be blind to how her boyfriend and his best friend’s stares linger. What she and Patrick shared fizzled out a while ago, but if she lets him go, then that signs her up for a battle she’d rather avoid. Sometimes pleasure can be derived from depriving an animal of the chance to kill rather than setting it free and giving it an opportunity to go after you first.

Who knows, maybe someday you and her can share matching injuries.

Luckily, Patrick shares the same sentiment, quickly agreeing to the arrangement and plan when he visited prior to the injury. Art’s good at downplaying his toxicity, so Tashi wasn’t concerned about if he could play the part of a “worried friend”. You’ll bust into the office while she’s getting checked out to see Art there, and the infatuation you've been harboring for him will keep you in place. The queen on the chessboard who can’t really move however they please at all. Patrick will return in a “rush to see his girlfriend”, and you’ll be too intrinscingly intertwined in their web to cut yourself loose.

You weren’t the one she was playing against, but because of your “friendship” you’re there in the audience when it all goes down. The shock of something career ending happening to someone who had the most potential of anyone you’d ever seen is staggering.

You practically run to see if Tashi’s okay, and the disappointment that you might never play with her again is palpable. But she’ll be fine, you tell yourself, she has to be.

Art has already left by the time you get to the room she’s in, doing one of his parts of the plan and allowing Tashi to put everything into motion. He’s waiting nearby, running his hands through his hair as he imagines all the ways he can comfort you. Because you will need comforting later, and your future husband knows the best remedies for your incoming sadness.

You’re standing gobsmacked in front of her bandaged knee, a confirmation that this is really it. You shrug off your bag and let it slide down your arm to the cold floor. Your mouth opens but the words don’t come out. You struggle to know what to say as Tashi’s eyes meet yours.

“What am I supposed to do now, huh? My top competitors gone up and left me hanging.” You sigh, trying to keep the kicked puppy look out of your eyes.

She’s in pain and you’re making this about you. But if you and Tashi aren’t bound by Tennis, then what are you bound by. Your friendship doesn’t go beyond the court, so what do you even share now?

There’s no big declarations, no babbling where you word vomit about glad you are that she’s okay. Neither of you are those kinds of people. The energy in the air is dead, but the situation is too serious for awkward small talk. All you two can focus on is what’s ruined, but only one of you can also acknowledge what stands to be gained.

“Take a break, then.” She says plainly, a touch too proud to beg. “For me, I mean who else am I gonna let see me like this?”

That last is an attempt to lighten the mood, to use humor to point out how you’re truly the only person she’d let see her in tatters. Your eyes widen and you freeze, but then you take a seat next to the cot and take her hand. Your smile could destroy the sun, she thinks, and even if the earth was plunged into darkness you’d make it feel like there was nothing to be worried about at all.

“Okay, just for a little bit.” You chuckle and rub her shoulder delicately.

You don’t know what on earth possesses you to say it, but you realize that the absence of a challenge would drive you insane. There’s other reasons for it, ones you’re aware and ones you’re not. But you and Tashi have a way of saying just enough without ever needing to be raw and reveal what you really mean. If there’s a coherent meaning to be found.

“A little bit” ends up being forever, your pregnancies see to that.

Tashi makes Patrick and Art hinge a match solely on who’d get first crack at it; they play so savagely that you’d think they were stray dogs fighting over moldy scraps of food. She’s there when you get morning sickness and she sends the boys out with a list of what you’re currently craving at that moment. She’ll brush your hair and do your skincare for you, rubbing your belly while everyone’s asleep and telling you’re baby that she’d better be their favorite (after you of course).

Tashi takes pride in how she pleases your pussy when you’re too swollen to put in any of the work. She licks broad stripes up your soaked cunt, nipping at your clit and getting you to cream into her mouth in no time at all. She presses sweet little kisses up and down your folds, wishing you could see her love on your pussy properly. They’ve had competitions on who can make you squirt the fastest, and Tashi will never fail to mention that she’s never lost once.

Patrick gets really into cockwarming, getting you nice and settled in his lap. He has to take deep breaths so he doesn’t immediately start thrusting, he knows he has to think about the baby. But the pregnancy has made you impossibly tight, and your hormones make you go crazy for his sweat and natural musk. You’ll whine at him to hover over your head so you suck on his heavy balls. You nag about how he needs to take better care of himself, but you’ve grown to love swallowing his tangy load while you’re suffocating in his pubes.

When that happens depends on how long either of you can hold out, Patrick will tease you about how slutty you’ve been lately and squeeze your face with one hand. His cock will twitch inside of you, snug and strangled. He'll suck Art off till both of their lips are bleeding and you’ll motorboat Tashi’s tits to pass the time. You’ll start swiveling your hips somewhere along the way and his resolve will crumble like it never existed in the first place.

That’s for later though. He fastens the ugly neon cartoonish headphones over your belly and turns on the attached mic, doing storytime with the softest grin on his face.

Art on other hand likes fucking your leaking tits, he loves when drops of milk lube up the slide of his dick in the valley between them. He’ll thumb at your sensitive nipples and flick them, cooing at you when you moan and lap at his cockhead during the split second it reaches your mouths. He’ll look after your breasts outside of the bedroom. He’ll massage them and drain them for you if they’re feeling particularly sore, two of them will be latching on either tit while the third will be sucking on your tongue. His pecs bounce with every languid roll of his hips through the pocket his hands create, and he brings your hands up to them so you’ll grab on and leave scratches.

Art gives you more cum, his literal breeder balls are too big and full, and he’ll bet that he’ll give you more children. His thrusts have a certain punchy rhyme and rhythm to them while Patrick’s are sloppily enthusiastic and feral.

Art picks out supplies for the nursery with you, supporting your vision wholeheartedly and agreeing with every color and stuffed animal you choose. He and Patrick continue with their careers, and Tashi finds a way to coach them both, they need to support you and the new member of their slightly dysfunctional family. Tashi writes up the speech you give when you announce your early and extremely unexpected retirement, and she massages your feet when you collapse on the couch from the sheer emotional exhaustion. Art pecks each of your toes as she does so. Patrick plays tic tac toe against himself in the hollow of your throat.

And when the baby’s born and they can finally see who actually got you knocked up, Tashi says that maybe Patrick will get to be happy that he’s finally won something.

- faetreides 2024. do not repost, translate, or give my works to ai

[controld3vil]

sand walking?

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic!!)

synopsis: requested by this ask!

⤷ alt: how to seduce someone walking on sand.

notes: there hasn't been confirmed for dune 3 yet but denise villeneuve has said he's writing for it to happen. ill patiently wait for the day it's confirmed :) ALSO there are fictional/made-up mentions of the novel for the sake of the reader. they're made to be gender-neutral!! and this includes platonic flirting between cast members. i MAY have gotten carried lmaoo

“I mean- what do you think of the character? Do you think they deserved more screen time?” The clip starts off with you comfortably conversing with the interviewer. To say you weren’t deflecting their curiosity. In actuality, you were eager to learn what others thought about your performance and take on the character. The only other interpretation had on-screen was from the classic 1984 film by David Lynch.

The clip that has been widely retweeted back is of a cute moment you had from the first film of Dune (2021). Before release, little was known about your character’s potential. Apart from the enthusiastic book lovers, film viewers were clueless about what role your character would play after the first movie.

Denise Villeneuve didn’t reveal much to you in person. He wanted to keep ideas confidential until he was 100% on board making the project come to life. Still, rumors sparked through speculation and interviews with the cast members of Dune. Including an infamous short, that you forgot about, of yourself boasting about your hopes and wishes for your character.

“Yes! How could we not!” On the opposite side, the interviewer exclaimed as they leaned forward from their chair, closing into your proximity. Their hands clenched, tightening their grip on the flash card, full of questions. “The movie left us on such a cliffhanger. I think everyone would want to know what happened to Nerre,”

“That’s for Denise to decide,” Nodding you gave a relaxed smile while lifting one leg over the other. Your shoulders relaxed, feeling content and ecstatic about their response. “I can’t confirm anything until he gives me the green light to say anything,”

“I’ve also talked to Timothée this morning,” A shift in gears as the journalist flipped over another flashcard. You two had just fussed about the finale and its dramatic cliffhanger. “And all he had to say were the sweetest things about you,” At the mention of your costar compliments, you felt your skin heat up. Your eyes soften, expressing only fondness for the lovely message. A soft awh escaped your breath. “He’s very sweet. Timothee's always been fun to be around.” A fervent chuckle from the interviewer sends them into a feverish excitement. “And- he said- you had great flirting skills!” It was then your face morphed into complete shock and giddiness . “Really?!” The camera pans up on your initial reaction, eyes popping out in surprise and a bubbling laugh slowly erupting. “I’m glad someone appreciates my talents!”

Without context, the short clip seemed harmless. Your sheer reaction to Timothee's comment emphasized the fun chemistry the two of you had on set. Mirroring much of Paul and Nerre's friendship, you both complimented each other well in the first film, being the youngest surrounded by well-renowned actors. But the reason for the recent spike of interest was partially from Dune: Part Two and their interviews.

Fast forward to the debut of Dune: Part Two, it made success at the box office. Even surpassing the first film altogether. The entire cast of Dune was proud of the work they've made. The introduction of new characters played by wonderful actors and actresses all around.

Weeks after the early IMAX screenings, press interviews were being published amongst of the young cast members. A particular interview by IGV Presents brings together Timothee Chalamet, Zendaya, Florence Pugh, Austin Butler, and yourself.

This would be considered to be one of your first interviews with the Dune cast after the box office release. You felt nervous yet overjoyed at the same time to be meeting your co-actors again after the conclusion of filming had taken place.

The spokesperson of IGV, Simon Harkness starts off the interview strong with a pleasant greeting. "Congratulations on an incredible movie. Uhm it is the definition of a sci-fi blockbuster and is absolutely phenomenal, so huge congratulations to you all!"

"Thank you!" The five of you all politely cherish his kind words.

"It's so lovely to talk to you. Um- Timothee, Zendaya, I'm going to start with you. This is probably the hardest question I've ever asked in an interview so you've been warned." An endearing giggle can be seen from Zendaya before allowing him to continue. "Sand walking, who does it better?"

Timothee immediately lifts up his microphone. "I'm going to give it to Zendaya here." Without glancing at her, you could tell Zendaya was happily smiling at his compliments. How quick he was to answer made it seem how well connected the cast was even given the amount of time spent together. The main lead continues very swiftly, diving more into how cinematic the shot was from an outside perspective, "I think it's the most- one of the most cinematic shots in the movie and she really has it very precisely down but it's the nature of the movie too that she's supposed to be better than Paul,"

"Is that what it is?" In return, Zendaya who sat next to him gave him a teasing look.

Quietly from afar where you sat, next to Austin Butler, you whispered. "He acted like he couldn't do it but," Soft snickering can be heard across the room.

"In fairness to me, I was going 65%- 65 to 70 too hard," Chalamet reasons justly as he glances in your direction before looking back to the interviewer.

"You dumbed it down," Harkness nods in a high-spirited manner. Right after, Timothee reluctantly agrees, keeping the mood light-hearted.

"I had to!"

"Just how committed you are!" Austin steps in, joining in on the joke.

"Zendaya, you can take that crown. I love that," The brown-haired man reassures as she recuperates with appreciative laughter. In truth, it was a beautiful scene between Paul and Chani you were lucky enough to witness behind the camera. And contrary to their light banter, you thought both actors did well at accomplishing what it was meant sand walk. Truthfully you had no scenes beyond walking through the desert but understanding the mechanics and traditions of the Fremen was as fascinating as it was watching it up close.

Suddenly it was Florence's turn to speak, "Zendaya taught me the other day and I had to just stop to stare at her feet."

"The swoopy swoop?" You asked in a cutesy tone, with furrowed eyebrows. You couldn't help but remember the few instances you witnessed your costars practice the sand walk to be one of the more adorable rehearsals you've seen on the sand.

"Yeah, her feet were so pretty! She was doing the swoopy swoops," The blonde acknowledges, waving her hands in a zig-zag pattern. As the replication of water and how her feet moved.

The interviewer's eyes light up, "Honestly I tried to swoopy swoop at home- um because we have a carpet in the bedroom."

"How did it go?" The mixed actress puts forward.

"Awful!" An assembly of bewilderment is seen between Zendaya and Florence as they quickly question why. However, they reassure him in the end that they would practice together in hopes of him archiving the sand walk.

Talks with simple questions went down the row. Florence discusses her experience from her beginnings, starring in Little Women, comparing those scenes in terms of royalty to Dune. In both films, she's worked with well-known actors and now Christopher Walken as the emperor and her father. She raves about how it was a dream come true. A dream she had when she was little. From this experience, Florence emphasizes the concept of learning and observing her fellow actors.

Another intriguing topic follows Austin for his experience between learning choreography fighting and Elvis's iconic rubber legs. In a sense, as you leaned forward on one of your seats, you became fascinated by the Elvis actor's comparison of it all. While Elvis's moves were televised and had to be precise for the camera, being a Harkonnens gave him more leverage in the freedom to move. It was a captivating question that you couldn't help but want to listen to more.

Comparisons aside, you didn't have much to note for your upcoming question. Which is exactly why you felt unprepared for what he was going to ask.

Harkness brings up your name for the finale. "You have done stunt work before. For the first and now second film, I've heard you compared it to rather- dancing. Is that what you think your relationship with the choreography has been?"

You gave a content hum, "You see it with the Fremen or Harkonnens right? Everyone moves so differently and for the course for me, I've had to adjust my choreo little by little. And I think that analogy you mentioned really does relate back to dancing. I don't know if it's because I was once a dancer or that I'm a visual learner," You shrug your shoulders, "But I see the choreography as a dance routine. You're moving alongside people, doing hits and jabs. Both are very hands-on so I would like to approach it as something I can always work on." Satisfied with your answer, you clapped your hands together.

"Kind of like sand walking no?" It was then that Zendaya swerved counterclockwise to face you.

Bringing back the conversation they had in the beginning about sand walking, your eyes instantly brighten. "Exactly like that!"

"I feel like you would be great at sand walking," Florence puffs, mindlessly shaking her microphone back and forth. "You- You already got the moves." Even Timothee came into agreement, humming and commenting you worked well with the choreography.

Austin Butler raises his microphone. "I think you gotta learn with me because I don't think I could,"

"Nonsense!" You give him a silly glare. "If you can do a killer rubber leg, I think you can sand walk." Florence and Zendaya both mumble their support and your male costar leans to have his arm around the back of your chair, warmly.

"Is that an open invitation I see?" The spokesperson, Harkness giggly pokes at than the rest of the cast turns to look at you. Your scowl morphs into an innocent one.

"Hm?" As you squint your eyes in hesitation.

"I feel like you could have the potential to sand walk but just with the right partner," Timothee chimes in, spreading his arms over his chair as well. Your brows furrowed accusingly, as if wanting to clarify what he meant by his comment.

And the French actor gives you a look, one you became so sure of. "Mm right!" A slight eruption of laughs before you straightened your back with proper posture. "With just the right partner,"

There were also hints mentioned in your interview with Timothee surprisingly not. This was one of the more recent ones to be published, as you finally were able to pair up with your favorite co-star (besides Brolin) from the first film. The two of you had strong chemistry despite having less screen time together in the second film.

The beginning of the video cuts to a clip of you answering an innocent question. "What I think about every day, is Timothee going to send to me a meme today? Uh, I hope so!" You give a sarcastic look to your seat partner as he latently laughs in front of you. "Or when is he going to text me you know?"

It then transitions to an interviewer from Heart commercial radio as he shouts out your names. "How are you both?"

"I'm doing good!"

"Going great!"

The radio show was more relaxed than you would've expected as the spokesperson was very down to the earth with his conversation starters and contagious warmth. Timothee was able to catch up with him from his last interview when he premiered his Wonka film. Eventually, the interview became more casual discussing working together, cooking, and trendy topics.

Timothee and you both went back and forth on favorite memories you had of the first film. And talking about the new cast members and new elements it had brought to the table for the film itself.

"Cool new characters this time," As you played around with the fuzzy microphone the camera crew gave to you.

"Yup lots of new people to meet," Timothee adds on, nodding.

The interviewer proceeds with the question, "And also you have seen- there's a clip about of you running around actually." He signals to you, "Of your reaction to something Timothee said about your performance in the first film,"

"Oh! I've seen it," Almost instinctively, your co-star raises his hand. "I was supposed to send it to you but I forgot." As he turns, to finds you looking lost at the topic at hand.

"Really what was it?" You almost looked concerned, seeing how you didn't understand what they meant.

Luckily for you, the Heart radio spokesperson managed to get a hold of the video from his phone, "It was a little callback of Timothee raving about your flirting skills."

As it plays, the camera zooms in on you and your co-actors reaction. The French actor couldn't help but look slightly embarrassed but smitten when the timing of your reaction came on screen. While you held an intrigued stance, arms crossed and a content grin.

"I am pretty good at flirting,"

"You really are, huh." At the same time, you both turn to make eye contact.

"I also heard Tim- that you thought that they would be your love interest initially?" At the radio speaker's inquiry, you couldn't help but in mid-sentence, finally, swerve your head suddenly.

"Yeah well, fun fact actually," The male actor tries to reason, sitting up. "In the novels, Paul and Nerre almost did become a couple!"

It was a well-known fact of that in the first novel, there had been slight changes to the story. Initially, it was said that the author, Frank Herbert had planned for Paul and Nerre, the character you played to have a romantic connection after the fall of House Atreides. Nevertheless, it was later scrapped for another plot, that of instead having Chani as the love interest. But even decades later after the novel’s release, it was something fans still fuss about.

"Oh, I heard about that!" Almost in awe, you nodded, your attention fully on Chalamet, wondering how far he was willing to go beyond spoilers.

"Do you think Nerre would ever meet someone then?" The afro man questions, adjusting his microphone. "Since- Paul has Chani, I feel like if we ever get a potential third film, that could open some doors!"

"If a third film could happen," You start, fiddling with the lining of the mic cover, "I hope so! I mean I got the moves, I got the skills!"

"Keep practicing your sand walk and we'll see," Timothee cutely chimes as you proceed to blow a raspberry at him. Only for him to lightly swat you away.

Despite your failures to have scenes of sand walking, your cast of a crew were more than happy to show you. Javier Bardem and Jessica Ferguson were quite supportive in your interest for something you did not have any part-time. A few behind the scene videos show the actor demonstrating from afar the slower version of the walk.

Though your back was facing the camera, viewers would pick up and recognize it to be you. Jessica as well was off to the side, in her luminescent costume of a million robes, clapping from side to side.

Another later pans to you taking long strides across the sand in the background. In front of the camera are Josh Brolin and Javier having their turn in the video, to discuss their relationship and the previous they have worked on together. However, viewers couldn't help but pinpoint your figure alongside the frame trying to master the patterns of what Javier taught you from the previous clip.

[sukunasbow]

thinking about college tashi being your study buddy.

every friday night, the only nights tashi doesn’t have tennis practice, she comes over to your dorm so the two of you can work together on assignments for the class you’re both in.

however, the best part of these study sessions is when the feeling of her tongue on your clit takes over as she sits under your desk while you study for your upcoming exams.

then, every once in a while, if you get a question wrong, she removes her tongue away from your needy pussy until you figure the question out. once you figure it out, as if it’s a reward for you finally getting the answer right, her tongue is back to where it was before, licking the sensitive bud and coaxing out orgasm after orgasm until you’ve finished studying.

despite tashi wanting you to focus and be prepared for your final exams, she also can’t resist getting a taste of you when she comes to your dorm and sees you wearing your usual tight shorts with a thin tank top, making her consider if you’re just teasing her on purpose, as she always leaves the study session with a soaking wet pussy, needing to take care of it when she gets back to her own dorm and using her memory of you to get off as she presses her vibrator to her clit.

eventually, once you’ve passed your exam, she’ll let you have a taste of her as well.

for now, she’s okay with just pleasuring you.

[b0r3dtod3ath]

hello :) will you write something fluffy with tashi duncan and reader? thanks!

Thanks for the request! I didn't really know what to write so here's a thing I created:

Tashi Duncan fluff alphabet:

Affection (How affectionate are they?)

Quite affectionate when in private but she still has problems with it. Sometimes in the evening after a long day she will come to you and let you hug her. In moments like this she fells weak but the comfort you provide her makes all problems go away.

Bonding (What's your favorite mutual bonding activity?)

You like when she teaches you how to play tennis. At first she didn't want to do it because she felt like she was obsessed with it before and it would ruin your relationship. When she finally gives in, she's the most gentle trainer ever. Delicately adjusts your posture, softly points out mistakes and how to fix them and gives you lots of praise. You make tennis feel like fun and not competition.

Cuddling (How do they like to cuddle?)

She loves cuddling while on the sofa or bed. In the beginning of the relationship she was always the big spoon but she eventually found comfort in being the small one from time to time.

Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She definitely wants to settle down. Insists on buying a house or at least a flat when the relationship gets more serious. She wouldn't let you clean and she wouldn't like to do it either so she would get a maid. If you like cooking, she's in love with it and the sight of you in the kitchen always makes her heart melt. She doesn't mind, if you don't.

Equal (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

She's the dominant one but gives you a lot of space and is much softer than she was in previous relationships.

Fight (Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

She doesn't scream or throw hands when she's mad at something. She tends to say rude things or point out things that aren't necessary true. Once she notices she has hurt you she immediately tries to fix it. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what it was. I don't mean it, you know it.". She will try to hug you but if you need some time she will leave you alone.

Gifts (How do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

She loves giving you gifts. Matching jewellery!!! Anniversary? A ring. Got a promotion? Pearl earrings. Birthday? A diamond necklace that's more that you thought she can afford.

Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often? What are their hugs like?)

Quick hugs and a peck on a check in public. In private, every evening there's a cuddle session that ends in you two falling asleep.

I love you (Who said it first? How often do they say it?)

She said it first. You were the first person she had ever said it to. You were already dating for more than half a year and you knew that her not saying it didn't mean she didn't feel it. When she said it she felt very vulnerable but it's a sign that she trusts you endlessly.

Jealousy (How jealous do they get? Do they get jealous easily? What do they do when they are jealous?)

She gets jealous very easily. You usually notice it and calm her down. She would be very obvious - would tighten her grip on you or change her tone towards the third person.

Kiss (Do they like kissing? How often? What is their favorite type of kiss?)

She wouldn't say she enjoys kissing but she does. From small pecks to heated make outs. She loves your lips and would gift you lip balms to make them even softer. Her favourite thing is when you kiss her neck - it makes her melt.

Love language (What’s their love language?)

I think it's either quality time or gift giving. She's usually busy so when she gets a moment she loves to spend it with you and no distractions.

Morning (How are mornings spent with them? What’s their morning routine?)

Definitely slow mornings. Yoga or stretching together, a healthy breakfast and some time spent on the couch.

Nickname (What do they call you?)

Doesn't like nicknames but will call you love from time to time.

Obvious (How obvious is it that they like you?)

Very obvious. She changes her whole tone when she's around you. She becomes more soft. Big hearteyes. People can easily notice it.

PDA (Do they brag about you? Do they gatekeep you from others?)

She is very proud of you and will show you off all the time. Won't be really affectionate in public tho as she thinks it should be something between you two.

Quiet (How are the calm, quiet moments with them?)

Usually the mornings and evenings are really calm and quiet. You both have you routines that consist of some activities that you do together and some that you do alone. You two like to have soft music playing in the background.

Romance (How romantic are they? Cliche or creative?)

Very cliche. She would bring you flowers every week. Candle lit dinners are definitely something that happens regularly.

Security (Are they protective? How?)

Very protective and very jealous. God forbid someone looks at you in a wrong way, they are done. She won't leave you for even a second. If you get injured by any chance, she is more stressed than you are.

Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

She doesn't like talking about tennis. She feels like it ruined her relationships in the past.

Understanding (How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

She can usually sense something is not okay but can't really tell what. She doesn't always fully understand you but tries her best and believes in communication.

Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Depends. If she's going out than she always tries to make herself look good. But when it's only you two she doesn't mind not being the prettiest. She loves matching outfits with you.

Warrior (Would they fight for you?)

Definitely. Maybe not always with hands, but she would for sure scream or say some pretty rude things if someone hurt you.

X-ray (How well are they able to read you?)

Like I said, she tries but prefers to ask you rather than assume how you feel.

Yes (Would they and how would they propose?) 

She loves the idea of her and you creating a family. She would buy a diamond ring and have it hidden for months. She wouldn't make a big deal out of it and plan it. She waits for a good, calm moment and one evening while you are in the garden she just pops the question.

Zen (What calms them down?)

When she can lay her head on you chest and feel your heartbeat. She loves to listen about your day as you lay and caress her back.

April 28, 2024

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