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[demie90s]

Come Here

Natasha Cloud x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Y’all just chillin’. At least you thought that.

Word Count: ~ 5.1k

Genre: Flirty slow-burn, teasing, discovery

Warnings: SMUT. Dom!Tasha. Sub!Reader. Sensual tension, queer questioning, Tasha bein’ too smooth.

(Written with Liberty Players. My bad. I linked Phoenix)

Second year in the league and you were vibin’. Cool with everybody, chill about everything. You weren’t the loudest on the Liberty, but you were the one people gravitated toward—laid-back, funny, a lil unpredictable. You didn’t talk much about your business, and you liked it that way. Let ‘em guess.

The internet? Always trying to figure you out.

“Are you gay?”

“You like girls?”

“Are you and so-and-so a thing?”

You never gave a straight answer. A shrug, a smile, maybe a slick lil “I like…vibes” and that was that. ’Cause why would you explain yourself to people who don’t even know your middle name?

Still—there was always something about Tasha.

Natasha Cloud was your vet, technically. A real one. Confident, grown, fine in that “I know exactly who I am” kind of way. People loved her. So did you. But not in a loud way. Just… in the way you always ended up standing next to her. Sitting beside her. Touching her without thinking.

You didn’t even notice half the time.

So y’all win a game. Good energy all around. It’s late, y’all in the hotel lobby area, a lil tipsy off post-game wine and adrenaline. She’s live on Instagram, talking to fans, still got her jersey half on like she didn’t just drop 15 points and coach a rookie through a panic attack.

You wander into the frame and slump against her side, head against her shoulder, hand casually resting on her thigh.

She smirks, glancing at you sideways. “Oh, so we cuddlin’ on live now?”

You blink like you just woke up. “Girl what?”

Chat blowing up instantly:

“WAIT HOLD ON”

“they always this close??”

“are they together?”

“Oh she is touchyyyy 😭😭”

“THE THIGH GRAB?? HELLO??”

You wave them off. “Y’all be reading too much.”

Someone asks again: “y/n you like girls?? 👀👀👀”

You shrug like always. Cool. Smooth. “I like… vibes.”

Tasha turns toward me slow, like she’s just now remembering I’m here, like she hasn’t been fully aware of my presence this entire time. Her voice drops, quiet enough that it cuts through the background noise like a secret not meant for the live.

“So if I kissed you right now,” she says, real calm, like we not in front of thousands of people, “would it be a vibe?”

She doesn’t even look at me at first. She says it with her chin tilted forward, her elbows still resting on her knees like she’s locked into the screen, like she’s talking at the chat—but then she glances back. Real slow. Over her shoulder. Straight at me.

I feel that look in my chest.

I’m leaned back, deep in the chair, my head pressed to the top cushion like I could melt into it. Legs stretched out, arm flopped behind her, fingers brushing the back of her jersey. My body’s loose but my heart skips anyway.

I’m not sleepy—just drained, heavy from the game, the come-down after the win. The kind of tired where your body still humming but your mind’s already floating.

I shift slightly, eyes narrowing just a little. “You wouldn’t. But it comes out softer than I meant it. Less challenge, more dare.

She smirks at that, all slow and smug, her eyes dropping to my mouth like it’s a question she already answered. Then back up. “I think I would,” she says, sitting back a bit like she’s settling into the moment. “Just to find out.”

Her hand shifts at the same time—subtle, but I feel it. Sliding a little lower on my thigh. Not wild, not disrespectful, but intentional. Like she wants me to feel it, like she knows I felt it and she’s waiting for me to say something.

But I don’t. And neither does the live.

The chat has slowed down, like everyone’s collectively holding their breath. Tasha’s eyes are still locked on me. Mine flicker to the phone screen, to the little hearts floating up, to the comments flooding back in all caps, but I can’t read a single one. My focus is stitched to her—her mouth, her hands, her energy.

“You bold,” I murmur, trying to keep my voice casual, but my throat’s tight.

She leans a little closer. Not closing the space completely—just enough to feel the heat. “You scared?”

I scoff under my breath, even though yeah, maybe I am. Just a little. Because it is a vibe. That’s the problem.

“Nah,” I say. “What…why you being messy.”

She grins. “Only a little.”

The way she says it..it’s not just flirting anymore. It’s a promise.

She laughs low, like she got away with something, and turns back to the live like the moment didn’t just shift gravity.

I try to play it cool. My head still against the back of the chair, arm lazily hanging behind her, chest tight but my face chill. Like that didn’t just happen. Like she ain’t just test me with that look, that tone, that touch.

But she don’t let up.

Her hand slides up and down my thigh now—real slow, like she’s tracing a pattern. Absent-minded, but not really. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Then her other hand. Drifts behind her like she reaching for something—nah, she grabs my knee and starts squeezing it like I’m a damn stress ball.

I pop her hand without even thinking. “Girl, gone somewhere.”

She laughs again, unbothered. “Don’t act like you ain’t leanin’ all over me ten minutes ago.”

“I was tired,” I say, smirking. “That ain’t mean open season.”

Tasha shifts again, more into my space now, leaning back so her shoulder presses into my chest, like she tryna recline on me this time. Her hand comes up, fingers lightly dancing over the hem of my shorts.

I catch her wrist real easy. Not hard—just enough to let her know I peeped. “Touchy ass.”

She grins, eyes still on the comments flying up the screen. “They eatin’ this up.”

“Oh, I know they are,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. “They delusional.”

She turns her head just enough to look up at me. “Are they?”

I blink. My grip loosens on her wrist, but I don’t move my hand. “Stop playin’.”

“I’m not.” She shrugs, eyes soft now but still teasing. “You don’t be stopping me either.”

I suck my teeth, trying not to smile. “You so annoying.”

She just hums, real pleased with herself, and lets her hand rest right back on my thigh like she never left. I pop it again. She laughs again.

I pull my phone out, pretending to scroll like I’m not still feeling her hand on my leg. Notifications lighting up like fireworks. Texts, DMs, screenshots already in my mentions. I see the live getting clipped in real time.

“She be actin’ brand new but LOOK at her,” one comment says.

“She lowkey folded,” another.

“Natasha Cloud bout to snatch her,” someone added with crying emojis.

I shake my head, smirking at the screen. “Y’all wild.”

Tasha glances at my phone over her shoulder, then back at the live. “They tryna be messy.”

“They always messy, you like they leader” I mumble, still scrolling. “I’m used to it.”

She watches me for a second. Real quiet. Real still. Then she picks up her phone and ends the live. Just like that. Click. Gone. Whole vibe shifts.

I look up, confused. “Damn, you ain’t even say bye—”

She sets her phone down and turns her whole body toward me, eyes locked. Serious now. No more smirking. No more teasing.

“So you gon’ let me show you or what?” she says. Calm. Direct.

I freeze for a second, blinkin’ like she just short-circuited my whole system. “Huh?”

She nods toward my phone. “You on there actin’ like you unfazed. Like this ain’t nothin’. But you feelin’ it, huh?” She leans in, slow but confident. “You want me to stop touchin’ you, you would’ve made me. You don’t want me to stop. You just don’t know what to do with it yet.”

I open my mouth—close it. Suddenly real aware of how warm my skin feels. How close she is.

“Tasha,” I say, voice quieter than I want it to be. “Don’t do that.”

She tilts her head. “Why not?”

“‘Cause I don’t know what you tryna prove.”

She smiles, soft but dangerous. “I ain’t tryna prove nothin’, baby. I just wanna show you.”

She slides my phone out my hand like it belongs to her now, sets it on the table next to hers. Her fingers brush mine, slow. Her other hand slides up my thigh again, same spot as earlier—but this time I don’t pop her.

I just look at her. And she knows.

“Say the word,” she murmurs, leaning close enough for her lips to graze my cheek. “Or I’ll go.”

But I don’t say go. I don’t say shit.

The team’s still kinda around, kinda not—scattered between the hotel lobby, the pool, kitchen, whatever. But it don’t matter. ‘Cause Tasha and I in our own little world. Always have been.

She’s been looking at me. Not glancing. Looking. Like dinner. Like seconds. Like dessert she ain’t supposed to have but gon’ eat anyway.

Ain’t even subtle. And I know that look.

“Stop starin’ at me like I’m the menu,” I mutter, still scrolling but smiling.

“I’m try’na see what the special is,” she fires back without missing a beat.

I nearly choke. “Aht aht—relax, mama. You tryna risk it all in front of the Gatorade cooler.”

She leans back, arms stretched out across the top of her chair like she owns the room. Her eyes dragging over me with that lazy, cocky smirk. “You the one sittin’ there all fine and glowy talkin’ about you tired.”

“I am tired.”

She leans in, voice low like a damn secret. “Let me wake you up then.” I blink. Now hold on.

This grown ass woman really talkin’ to me like that. Meanwhile, I’m still new to this. Technically still got my rookie softness even if I’m in year two. I talk like I’m chill. I act like I’m unbothered. But deep down…I’m very much botherable.

So I glance around. Ain’t nobody paying attention—except Kennedy, who clocked the whole exchange from across the room and shot me that little “mmhm, finally” smile like she been waiting on this episode to drop.

I lean toward Tasha just a little, trying to whisper but definitely cheesin’. “You tryna show me or somethin’? Like you… serious?”

She doesn’t even blink. “Girl, I’ve been waitin’ on the green light since preseason.”

Now I’m lookin’ at her like she crazy. “Oh so you was plottin’ this whole time?”

“Hell yeah.” She adjusts her seat, gets a lil closer. Her hand casually finds its way back to my thigh like we ain’t still half in public. “I knew you was a quick learner. But I also know one thing about you—you like a woman in control.”

I pause. My whole body heatin’ up and we not even touchin’ like that. She say that line like she’s narrating the beginning of a documentary called How I Took Her Soul on a Tuesday.

I let out a breath, cheeks hot. “Mm You ain’t never lied.”

I mean it too. I do like somebody grown. Somebody who knows what they doing. I ain’t tryna lead—baby, give me a lil direction and watch me follow it like a damn GPS.

Tasha tilts her head, studying me like she reading instructions. “So what’s up? You ready or you still tryna play cool?”

I look at her. I mean really look. My leg’s bouncing. My palms sweaty. And I’m grinning like I just got handed a backstage pass to heaven.

“You got it,” I say, and I barely get the words out before—BOOM.

She stands up and picks me up. Not even dramatic about it. Just scoops me up like I’m groceries. Like she do this all the time. Arms under my thighs, grip firm, face serious.

I gasp loud as hell. “OH—okay!”

She laughs once, deep and low in her chest. “You said I got it, right?”

“Yeah but damn!” I wrap my arms around her neck real quick, holding on. “You strong as hell, girl—this what you be doin’ in the off-season?” It be the small ones.

“Nah,” she says, walking us smooth out the room like the credits just started rolling. “This what I do when I know it’s finally go time.”

As she carries me past the team, I catch eyes doing synchronized double takes. Somebody claps once. I think I hear, “bout time!” in the distance.

But I’m in a daze. Still laughing. Still hanging on to her. My voice drops into her ear like a confession.

“You really bout to turn me out, huh?”

She smirks, kissing the side of my jaw. “Girl. You ain’t even gon’ recognize yourself tomorrow.”

I just laugh again, already breathless. “Then lead the way, Coach.”

Game time.

She don’t say a word when we step in her room—just locks the door, kicks off her slides, and walks over to her little Bluetooth speaker like this a ritual. Like she been planning this night since training camp. Like she got a playlist titled “rookie initiation” or some shit.

I’m still by the door, jacket halfway off, watching her like she suspicious.

“What you doin’?” I ask.

“Setting the mood,” she says over her shoulder, all calm like this a wine commercial. “You gone thank me in a minute.”

Before I can even roll my eyes, I hear it. The first few chords. That slow, warm, sensual-ass hum.

Sexual. Healing.

I drop my head back and groan instantly. “TASHA. Are we deadass right now?!”

She turns around with the dumbest grin on her face, like she just hit play on the Super Bowl. “Hell yeah. I’m takin’ my time, shit—I just got you.”

I cover my mouth trying not to laugh. “You are so unserious.”

“And you,” she steps closer, pulling my jacket off smooth, “are about to be very much in serious trouble.”

I snort, still grinning as she tosses my jacket on the chair and starts working on the drawstrings of my sweats like it’s nothing. Like we not in the middle of a slow jam from the ‘80s. Like this ain’t my first time and she not up here playing the damn original soundtrack to soul snatching.

“You really got Marvin Gaye on,” I mutter, even as I let her pull my shirt over my head. “You not even shy about this?”

She presses a kiss to my collarbone. “Why would I be shy? You know how long I been wantin’ this?”

I don’t even get the chance to answer before she kisses me for real—slow, deep, steady like she tryna write the rhythm of the song on my lips. And baby… I’m gigglin’. Straight up gigglin’ into her mouth, breath hitchin’ between laughs like I can’t believe she actually has me cheesin’ this hard while actively getting undressed.

“I hate you,” I say into her smile.

“You love me,” she whispers back, hands slipping under my waistband like she tryna test the waters with just her fingertips. “That’s why you still here.”

She’s right. I’m still here. Shirt gone. Pants unbuttoned. Knees weak and chest rising like I just ran sprints at practice.

But she’s not rushing.

She takes her time, guiding me back toward the bed, still dancing a little with the song, still doing too much. Grinning the whole time, like she got the cheat code and I’m just now realizing I’m the damn controller.

She moves behind me, wraps her arms around my waist, mouth pressed to my neck as she hums along to the chorus like it ain’t currently ruining my life.

“Feel that?” she whispers, her lips brushing right below my ear.

I shiver. “Tasha…”

“I got you,” she says. “You know I got you, right?”

I nod, small, barely audible. “Yeah.”

Then she starts. Slow kisses down my spine. Hands trailing like she memorizing a language, not even rushing to get between my legs. Just holding me, touching me, showing up in every little place I never realized needed her.

I laugh again—light, breathless. She pauses.

“What now?”

“Ion know,” I say, blushing. “You just… really doin’ it. Like… this what I thought it would feel like.”

She smiles into my skin, low and sure. “That’s ‘cause you was right.”

Her mouth is soft on mine, but her hands are already working—slow, steady, intentional. She got my pants off without me even realizing, like her touch was meant to be there. And she keeps whispering little things between kisses, stuff that ain’t even nasty but still make my knees weak.

“Just relax, baby,” she murmurs. “Let me get you right.”

We’re still standing for a second, caught in this warm, slow motion. My shirt’s gone, pants and panties a memory, and she’s just… holding me. Arms around my waist, mouth against my jaw. Gentle. But that heat is real.

“Come sit with me,” she says soft, leading me to the bed.

I follow, floaty. She sits first, legs spread, and guides me right between them. Her back hits the headboard, and I end up sitting in front of her, back against her chest, thighs open—body bare, nerves everywhere.

“You comfy?” she asks, voice like silk, arms sliding around my waist.

I nod slow, already leaning into her. “Mhm.”

Her hands are warm on my thighs, smoothing over skin like she tryna calm the butterflies. Her lips trail slow kisses down my shoulder, her breath brushing my ear.

“You breathing a little fast,” she says, teasing.

I let out a breathy laugh. “I feel everything.”

She smiles against my neck. “Good. That’s how I want it.”

Her hands start to drift lower, fingertips tracing between my legs with the lightest touch, and my whole body jerks. She pulls me closer, one hand pressing to my stomach to ground me, the other moving slow and careful—testing.

“Shh, I got you,” she whispers. “Let me hear you.”

And baby, I do not disappoint. A soft moan slips out of me, mixed with this lil giggle I can’t even help—like a laugh that got lost in pleasure.

Tasha hums, clearly pleased. “You always laugh when it feel good, huh?”

I nod, still squirming, voice shaky. “I—I can’t help it.”

She kisses the side of my neck, fingers stroking gently. “I like it. That’s how I know I’m doin’ it right.”

I whine, hands gripping the sheets now. My head’s tilted back against her shoulder, eyes closed, body trembling. And all she doing is touching me. Real slow. Real intimate. Just the pads of her fingers gliding through heat and slick, not even applying pressure yet—but it’s already got me clenching my thighs, chasing more.

She notices.

“Open up for me,” she whispers, nudging my thighs apart with her own.

I do it without thinking, already gone. And now she’s got the perfect view. Me, laid bare in her lap, body twitching, breath catching with every stroke.

“You so sensitive,” she says, voice deeper now. “That feel good?”

“Yeah,” I breathe, eyes fluttering. “Real good.”

“Mhm.” Her other hand comes up to cup my breast, thumb brushing slow over my nipple while the first keeps teasing. Still not rushing. Still just… working me.

I let out another soft whimper, a breathy “fuck,” followed by that same little moan-giggle she loves so much.

“There it go again,” she murmurs, smiling. “You sound so pretty when you laugh like that.”

I cover my face, overwhelmed. “Tasha—”

“Nah, don’t hide now,” she says, voice close to my ear, lips brushing it between words. “I want you to feel everything, baby. You trust me, right?”

I nod, shaky. “Yes.”

Her fingers slide in deeper now, slow and smooth, and I cry out. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just this sweet, broken sound like I never knew it could feel like this. And I didn’t. Not till her.

She starts to move her fingers, curling just enough to make me squirm, to make my hips roll back into her. Her voice stays right there with me—in it with me.

“Good girl,” she whispers. “That’s it. Just like that.”

She’s everywhere. Her breath, her hands, her calm. I’m melting in her lap, thighs shaking already and we just getting started.

My laugh turns into a moan again, and I swear I can feel her grin.

“You gon’ laugh all the way through this?”

I moan again, breathless. “Maybe.”

She kisses my temple, fingers moving slow but deeper now. “That’s fine. I’m’a make you cry too.”

The way she says it. Not as a threat. As a promise.

Through it all—she never stops talking.

“Yeah… there she go. That’s it. Give it all to me.”

I do. I’m trying not to, but I do. My body jumps under her, legs trembling, throat tight with a moan so ragged it sound like confession. I come so hard my hands fly to the sheets, one leg kicking a little like I’m short circuiting, and all I can say is her name. Over and over.

“Tasha—Tasha, please—”She don’t stop.

Just grips my thigh tighter when I try to close up, keeps rubbing slow deliberate circles that make my hips twitch. Her voice never changes. Still calm. Still steady. Like this all part of the plan.

“Nah, baby. Don’t run now. That was just one,” she whispers, lips brushing my jaw as I shake under her. “We just gettin’ started.”

I try to scoot up the bed—reflex, survival—but she pulls me right back down with one arm. The other hand? Back between my legs. Real slow. Real messy. Just rubbing it in.

“You actin’ like I didn’t just break you in. Let me finish it.”

I let out the softest laugh, breathless, overwhelmed. “Tasha—girl, I can’t even think.”

“You ain’t supposed to think. You supposed to feel me.”

I squirm, giggling and moaning at the same time, legs trying to clamp together again. And she snatches them right back open, throwing her leg over mine to pin me in place. She don’t look mad, just determined. Like this is her sport. Like I’m her court.

“You try to close these thighs again, I’m tellin’ you right now—I’m not lettin’ you sleep tonight.”

The way she says it she Deadass. Like she means that. Like she’s already cleared her schedule for the rest of the week.

I cover my face, teeth sinking into my bottom lip to keep quiet, but that just make her grin. She dips her head down, kisses my thigh, my stomach, then my mouth—messy and slow—and her fingers Still playing with me like she tryna see how many shades of undone I can get.

“You know what I like?” she whispers, voice hot against my mouth. “You got that sweet lil laugh. That cute ass smile. But you nasty too, huh?”

I blink at her, face flushed, lips parted.

“You a freak, huh baby? Giggling and coming like you ain’t been waiting on this.”

All I can do is nod. ‘Cause she’s right. I have been. And now she got me melting. Sweaty. Legs open. Voice gone. Hips jerkin’ every time her thumb hits that same spot—

She leans in, grips my chin between her fingers, tilts my head just enough to look into my eyes. Her mouth barely touches mine as she talks. “Say it.”

I can’t even hear myself, but the words fall out. “I’m a freak…”

She kisses me hard, deep. Groaning low into my mouth. Then she pulls back, her voice dropping into that possessive whisper again.

“I know. You mine now.”

Her hand moves lower, two fingers sliding in slick and smooth like my body been waiting for her. My back arches, a loud cry escaping before I can stop it.

“Aww, look at you,” she coos. “You tryna be quiet but your body tellin’ on you.”

I swear I can’t take it. My thighs trembling, hands searching for something to hold—her wrist, her shoulder, the sheets, my sanity. But she don’t give me a break. Just grips my throat gentle and firm, pressing me back down with control that make me whimper.

“You like when I talk to you like that, huh?”

“Yes,” I moan.

“You like being touched like you mine?”

“Yes.”

“You tryna tap out?”

I pause—honestly, I might need to. But then she smirks and kisses my shoulder, whispering right in my ear: “Don’t.”

That’s what does it. Again. Wetter. Louder. Deeper than the first.

I come apart in her hands, crying out, thighs shaking like I’m being reborn. She watches me—watches—like this a game tape she gon’ replay later. Her fingers still curling in slow, dragging out every last tremble until I’m damn near gasping.

Then she kisses my mouth, slow and greedy, still whispering, “That’s it. That’s it, baby. Look how good you doin’ for me. You takin’ it so well.”

I’m dizzy. Clingy. Floating.

“You okay?” she asks, voice warm again.

“Uh huh,” I breathe. “I just feel like a—”

“A hoochie mama?” she finishes, laughing.

I laugh too, face still buried in her. “Yes.”

She grins, rubbing my back, smug as hell. “Good. That’s exactly what I wanted.”

And then real low, right in my ear. “Now turn over. You ain’t done yet.”

I blink up at her, barely functioning, body limp and overheated, still wrapped around her like I’m tryna become a part of her skin. She strokes my back, kisses my jaw, soft little things that should feel like an ending—except she already told me:

I’m not done yet.

“Turn over,” she says again, quiet but real firm, real smooth. Like it’s a courtesy, not a request.

I lift my head slow, eyes wide. “Girl…”

She grins, all teeth. “You still talkin’?”

I blink again, dead serious. “I’m sensitive.”

She kisses my lips once, slow and full. “I know. That’s what’s gon’ make it real good.”

Like a damn fool, I turn over. Because my body don’t listen to me no more. My brain is all “survival,” but my hips? My hips are up, ass arched, thighs still trembling like I didn’t just get rocked into another dimension.

Tasha settles behind me, real calm. One hand running down my back, tracing the dip of my spine. The other Pressed flat to my lower back, holding me steady.

“You so wet,” she mutters, low like she talkin’ to herself. “I ain’t even touched you again yet.”

She spreads me open just a little, and I gasp, arms shaking under me. “Oh my God—”

“Mmhmm.” Her voice is smug now, but it’s focused. “That’s all me, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” I stammer, barely able to get the word out.

She leans forward, body draped over mine, her chest warm against my back. Her hand slides under, fingers brushing my mouth.

“Open,” she says, still soft.

I do. And when she slips her fingers in my mouth—just the same ones that were inside me—I damn near lose it. She don’t even move them, just lets them sit on my tongue like a reminder.

“You taste that?” she asks. I nod, moaning around her fingers.

“That’s mine. And I’m not done takin’ it.”

She slides them back out, kissing the side of my face, then sits back on her knees. Her hands grip my hips, pulling me back just slightly until I whimper. My thighs are shaking again and she ain’t even done anything yet.

“You ever been touched like this before?” she asks. I shake my head, biting the pillow.

She hums like she expected that. “Good.”

Then her fingers slide back in—slow and deep. From behind. It’s worse like this. I can’t see her. Can’t read her face. All I can do is feel. She moves her thumb to circle my clit, slow, firm pressure that got my whole body jerking with every pass.

I start whining again. That soft, breathy sound I’ve been trying to hide.

“Ohhh, that’s the one,” she laughs, leaning over me again, whispering in my ear. “That little whimper you do? That’s the sound I’m keepin’ for later.”

I moan into the pillow, legs twitching as she picks up the pace. Not rough. Just enough. Just enough to make me stay open, just enough to keep me there.

“Tasha,” I gasp. “Tasha I’m—fuck—”

“Don’t run,” she whispers, hand gripping the back of my neck now. “Don’t move. You gon’ give it to me again.”

“I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.”

Her hand slides to my chin, pulls my head up and turns it slightly so she can kiss me—backward, messy, tongues meeting between moans.

“You a good girl, right?” she whispers into my mouth.

“Yes…”

“Then be good and take it.”

I’m still trying to breathe, face buried in the pillow, body loose and slick with sweat, thighs twitching. And she’s behind me, watching it all like art.

Tasha runs her hand down the back of my thigh, trailing light touches like she ain’t just had me shaking. I glance back at her, still panting, trying to laugh through it.

She smirks, head tilting. “You lucky I ain’t bring it. Oh I would’ve worked you ass.”

I blink. “…Wait.”

She leans down, all slow, and kisses the curve of my ass, hand sliding up to grab a handful, spreading me gently.

“Baby,” she murmurs, mouth warm and close, “if I had it, you wouldn’t be walkin’. But don’t worry it only ya first time…plus I got something better.”

Then she lowers her head. Oh my God.

The first lick got my soul trying to evacuate. My hands fly to the sheets, back arching off the mattress instantly.

“Tasha—girl—what the f—”

She flattens her tongue and drags it slow, moaning against me like she been starvin’. Her arms hook under my thighs and pull me deeper into her mouth—close, close like she tryna eat through me.

She’s overly freaked’ out too—low groans, breath catching, hands gripping like she losing her mind. It’s not even cute. It’s crazy. Like she waited too long and now she feasting.

Her mouth is sloppy, tongue moving in circles, then flicking just right, and all I can do is whimper. Real soft. Real messy.

I try to scoot up the bed again—natural reflex, survival instincts, Jesus take the wheel—but she yanks me right back down.

“Stop.”

That’s all she says. Just stop. And she keeps going. And I start losing it.

I’m moaning into the pillow now, whining, hips lifting, legs shaking again even though I know I ain’t got another one in me.

“You gon’ come again,” she murmurs between licks, voice low and hungry. “Let it out, baby. Make that pretty sound for me.”

I whimper, one hand clawing the sheets, the other trying to reach back and stop her, but she just laughs against me.

“Don’t you pull away from me.”

“Tasha please—”

“Open up,” she says, voice sharp, hand gripping under my thigh to hold it open. “Don’t be shy now.”

My body folds. I’m grinding into her mouth now like I ain’t got no shame left. I feel her everywhere. She moves her tongue in slow circles, sucks gently, then moans again like I taste better the more I shake.

That’s what really get me. She’s eating me like she love it. Like she missed it. Like she don’t care how loud I am, how soaked she gets, how many times I try to run—she’s not letting up until I cry again.

I do.

Whole body goes limp. That ugly moan escapes, one I ain’t never made before. My thighs clamp around her head but she don’t care—just groans into me louder, dragging the orgasm out like she tryna ruin me on purpose.

When it’s over she don’t say nothing. She just comes up slow, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, kisses my cheek, and whispers

“Next time, im using the strap.”

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[rabotimagines]

Okay so my brain has officially short circuited after reading your Jazz x Reader fic… So good…

May I request a prompt somewhat similar? Like a Decepticon reader who has been captured by the Autobots and puts their cute frame to use to flirt, canoodle… (maybe something more? 👀) their self out of their situation? Maybe with Bumblebee or Prowl? :3

I don't think either of them would go for it, but it would certainly be fun to sexually harass them a bit as a Con.

"Shameless" Gn BOT Reader x Bumblebee, Prowl [Smut Scenario]

Summary: Flirty con reader sexually harasses Bumblebee and Prowl.

G1 characters: Bumblebee, Prowl, (Ironhide has some little moments too.)

Genre/Theme: smut scenario 🔞

Warnings: Sexual harassment, Con Reader cranks it in the middle of the Autobot brig, Ironhide threatening reader at the start

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours, them, they, their

Notes: Shameless flirty con Reader, Readers playful and a bit of a slag starter, Reader calls Bumblebee "Honeybee", Made as a Part 2 of this in mind, Con Reader tries to goad Prowl into a hate frag

"Where's the artifact?" Ironhides hard unmoving expression met yours. His digit pads clenching your jaw so hard they risked imprinting their marks.

Your servos hovered over the electrified bars of the Autobot brig. Ironhides grip, forcing your faceplate almost right against them. You could feel the heat of the high voltage electricity ghosting along the metal of your face. But you still just worried your expression alongside your smile. Knowing sparkdamn well how mad Ironhide would get from just the little look alone. "Sorry, but I don't have a clue what my fellow cons decided to do with it. Maybe dial up ol' Megatron and ask if he's up to share?"

Ironhide's engine growls, and you can't help smiling just a touch more over the reaction. Which only makes Ironhides expression darken further. He's so easy to play with that you can't help your em field wanting to flex out and taunt him even further.

"Ironhide, release them." Prowls voice cuts through your staring contest and makes you both glance at the tactician. The Honeybee trailing along behind him as he walks over to you two. Prowl's servos are behind his own back and he seems very unconcerned about the entire thing. Ironhide makes optical contact with Prowl, and he still does not release you.

They hold their gazes like that until Ironhide finally scoffs and throws you back a touch, his digits finally leaving your frame. "Fine. Better have a good interrogation method ready for them."

You just massage the metal of your jaw, your digits rubbing over the slightly indented marks Ironhide left behind. "Aw, big bad Autobot passing the responsibility of the prisoner? Ironhide, I'm hurt. I thought we had something." Ironhide whips around, rage now reignited on his faceplate. His mouth opens, no doubt about to rip into you again, his plating tightening down on his own frame. But you also notice how his optics are just a smidgen brighter. For an old mech, Ironhide really can be quite cute. Especially when he's all flustered like that.

"Ironhide." Prowl's voice cuts through again, and Ironhide stops himself short.

Ironhide shuts his mouth with an audible clunk and points a digit through the electrified bars. "You better behave your sorry sparkdamn self or I'll come back in here and put you back in your fragging place, con."

You only wrapped your arms around yourself in an exaggerated fashion. "I'm shaking in my plating."

Delight curls in you when Ironhides gaze sharpens even further. But he finally just huffs and turns to march out of the brig.

Once he's gone, Prowl evaluates you with a critical gaze. You only impassively meet his stare before he broke it to look at the Honeybee. "Bumblebee." The scout jumped and snapped his gaze from you to his superior. "Report any instances of the prisoner acting up."

"I'm on it, Prowl." With that, Prowl gave one last glance towards you and then turned to leave.

Your gaze moved from Prowls doorwings to the Honeybee when the door automatically closed behind him. He jumped a second time when your optics met for a nano-klick. He then stood up straighter and broke his gaze to glare at the wall. Trying very hard to look tough and uninterested.

His optics already brighter than they should be and his servos almost as tight as his plating.

Oh... this would be fun.

Maybe you could convince the scout of a little... exchange. Or at least you might be able to scare him off of his post.

-

Bumblebee drummed his digits on his own gauntlet, trying very hard not to let himself focus on you. He just managed to acknowledge the fact he thought you were hot. He didn't need to be guarding you right now. Bumblebee was already embarrassed enough being attracted to a Decepticon. He didn't wanna be in charge of exactly that Decepticon prisoner. It had been a few klicks, and you hadn't said anything, so Bumblebee thought just maybe you'd keep quiet through his shift.

"Hey, Honeybee." Your voice immediately shatters that hope. Bumblebee's plating that had relaxed clamped back down on itself at the sound of your voice. Bumblebee tries to steel himself so he can prepare for whatever you were gonna say to him.

"Honeybee." You hummed, your tone so much sweeter than Bumblebee knew you were. "I know your audials work. Don't ignore me now."

Bumblebee finally looks up at you and sees you close to the bars staring right at him. "What?" He asks purposely keeping his words short.

You are completely unbothered by his curt attitude. You actually smile a bit more when he responds, and Bumblebee has to tamper down his engine so it doesn't start softly purring. "Wanna make my stay and your boring shift a little bit more... interesting?" Bumblebee cycles his optics at the question.

Did you want to... actually talk to him?

Bumblebee frowns at the thought, not letting himself get caught up in his own cyberpuppy crush. There was no telling what you were actually doing this for. Bumblebee knew what kind of bot you were first- and that was a Decepticon. So he cautiously picks his words and doesn't let his optics leave your frame. "What kind of interesting?"

You smile and uncross your arms, one of your servos reaching down and- "Wanna interface?" Your digits dragged over the cusp of your modesty panel.

Bumblebee's optics rapidly cycle multiple times as he stares at you, still dragging digits over your own modesty panel teasingly- Bumblebee rather violently snaps out of his daze when your servo full on cups your closed panel. "No- no! You're our prisoner! I'm not gonna- No!" Bumblebee can't stop his vocalizor from pitching higher even when you obviously find his reaction funny.

Bumblebee forcibly clears his vocalizot and gets himself back together. "No." He repeats and hardens his expression to glare at you impassively. This was a trick. You were messing with him. Messing with him because you thought it was funny! So Bumblebee stands firm while he meets your gaze, daring you to say something else...

And you do "Alright fine, suit yourself, Honeybee. I'll just take care of myself then." You turn on your pede and make your way to the brigs uncomfortable recharge slab and sit down on it.

Bumblebee huffs a bit.

He was kind of proud he didn't break away from your gaze first.

Bumblebee's optics snap open wide when he watches you casually spread your legs out and snap your modesty panel back in one motion. "Uh-!" Bumblebee starts, and he can't finish because he's now suddenly stuck staring right at your valve.

"Enjoy the show then, Honeybee." Bumblebee's optics snap back up, and he watches as your servos drag along the grooves of your own plating. Your digits now dragging along the sensitive inner dips were your plating meets. A soft set of sighs dragging out of you every continued touch you'd feel of yourself.

Bumblebee watches mouth agape when your servos slowly dragged from your collar all the way down to your array.

Bumblebee's jaw clamps shut when he sees your now active array.

Your spikes pressurized and twitching heavy on your own frame. Your digits then rub over the mesh of your own valve tentatively. "You can still join if you want to Honeybee." Bumblebees optics snap back up to your faceplate- and he has the break away first this time when you smile at him. His gaze unwillingly shoots back down to your array when he catches movement, and he watches you start by immediately sliding two of your digits into yourself. Your valve obediently opens under your own prodding- the rim of your hole stretching around your own digits. And Bumblebee's mouth goes utterly dry.

Your other servo wraps around your spike, and you indifferently start to stroke yourself off. Pace unbothered but digit pads making sure drag along the girth and shape of your own spike every continued stroke up and down. You groan loudly under the stimulation and Bumblebee's own array starts twinging with obvious sudden interest.

Your thighs spread farther apart, and Bumblebee watches when your digits sink down to your knuckle. The wet sound of your own lubricant punctuated the act, and Bumblebee has to swallow down the needy sound that almost escapes his vocalizor. You huff a laugh and let your frame stretch out even further. Your plating laxing more makes the sensitive seams peak out even further for Bumblebee to look at. Your open thighs very much a clear invitation for Bumblebee to cozy himself between them-

No- no no no! Bumblebee shakes his helm and has to force his gaze away from you. He wouldn't-! Bumblebee needed to leave. No, he couldn't- he's supposed to be your guard and just watch you!

So Bumblebee slack jawed watches as your pelvis arches off of the recharge slab into your own servos. Your spike is starting to leak pre lubricant all over your own plating. You moan openly, and the sound is followed by Bumblebee's spike hitting the front of his modesty panel.

Bumblebee was supposed to report you acting up- he could report you acting up! Yup! Bumblebee was doing that! Right fragging now-! Bumblebee physically puts his servo up so he won't feel tempted to steal another glance while he rapidly dials Prowls Com.

-

Prowl answers Bumblebee's com call with an impassive nod. His optics are still trailing along his datapad. "Bumblebee."

"Prowl! Uh-!" The noticeably higher pitch in Bumblebees' voice immediately has all of Prowl's attention turning towards the conversation. "Um- the prisoner! They're uh-" Prowl quickly stands at the mention of you coupled with Bumblebee's obviously flustered state. He's opening Red Alerts Com in his backlog, noting how there was no message about you escaping or acting up. Prowl moves to start heading towards the brig preemptively. "They're um-!"

"Bumblebee, have they made any attempt to escape?" Prowl prods as he makes his way out of his office.

"Prowl they're self servicing-!" Prowl stops in his place, his sensor panels flicking upwards when he processes the statement.

Prowl resists the urge to sigh and quickens his pace. "I'll be right there, Bumblebee."

...

Prowl did not believe you would still be doing exactly what Bumblebee said you were when he actually got there. But low and behold you were.

Prowl has to suppress his optical ridge twitching at the sight of your thighs spread wide and your very active array out on open display. "Prowl!" Bumblebee exclaims at the sight of him, and Prowl can only note how bright Bumblebee's optics were. If Bumblebee had door wings, Prowl imagined they would be hiked up as far as they possibly could go.

"Bumblebee, you're relieved of the rest of your shift."

A look of surprise passes over Bumblebee's faceplate before he glances at you when you make a rather loud noise. "Ah- ha right- bye!" With that, Bumblebee rushes out of the door, leaving you and Prowl alone in the brig.

The sound of the door shutting behind Bumblebee makes your helm raise and your servos pull away from your array. You make optic contact with Prowl, and he does not bother to hide the unimpressed expression on his faceplate. "Aw, Honeybee got scared away?" You smiled clearly amused. "Even when I offered him the chance to join..." Prowl's wings twitch at the casual admission.

Prowl sighed and clicked his glossia. "Your abhorrent behavior is bothering our Autobots. Cease immediately."

Like he'd expected your derma just quirked upwards at his demand. "Or what, pudding?" You're servos trail down the dips of your hips till they were resting on your array. "Gonna come in here and punish me, maybe? Oh no... whatever shall I do...?" One of your servos finds your spike again, and you begun stroking up and down your own length.

Prowl can feel his annoyance flair and become genuine anger for a nano-klick, and he half imagines doing just that. And when his logic center tries to calculate the easiest way he could get a hold of you, he dismisses the numbers, and he smothers it back down. '

Prowl's optics flick down at your hard spike that's spilling pre lubricant all over your own fist. Then, towards your valve, which you currently weren't touching but was definitely lubricating under your own administrations.

His optics flick back up and your smile sharpens a touch. Prowl's plating tightens slightly on himself, having been caught leering for the quick moment. However Prowl holds his gaze with your own.

Prowl wouldn't allow you to get to him.

"What? Too shy to come in and join? I didn't take you for the type, Prowl."

"You're our prisoner, and no type of fraternizing will take place while you're in our care." Prowl's tone is clipped and short. He can feel the urge to say more on the tip of his glossia. But he also knew better than to give into your obvious attempts to off kilter and anger him.

"What? Not much of a spike mech?" Your servos both dip low, and the movement makes him glance- and Prowl wordlessly watches you spread your own valve mesh. Prowl has to resist the urge to swallow when he physically sees you clench down on nothing. Prowl lately registers his door wings raising a bit higher, and he forces them back downwards immediately. Unfortunately, you'd noticed the slight reaction before he had. "Oh, so you are more of a valve, mech. Noted."

Prowl ignored your remark for the sake of his own sanity. "I will ask you again to cease your inappropriate behavior while in our brig."

"What? C'mon, I'm dripping over here. Come in here and spike me, Prowl." You pushed two digits into your valve with a wet sound. Your other servo still on the side of your valve and still parting your mesh. Showing Prowl how you would clench down on your own digits. "I'll even let you overload inside me if you let me out afterwards. You were an enforcer before, right? I doubt this would be the first time you've ever traded an overload for a softer sentence."

The very bold assessment you'd made of Prowl's character snaps him out of his thoughts and drags his temper back to the forefront of his processor.

You were trying to escape. Not only escape, you were trying to offer sexual favors to get yourself out of your imprisonment. And you would accuse Prowl of- extorting those he's arrested for sexual gratification? Prowl's door wings slant, and his frown deepened into a scowl. "I have done no such thing, and I will never do any such thing as the gross miss use of power you are describing."

"You expect me to believe that? Really? A dirty enforcer like yourself?" You fisted your spike again and started stroking yourself while thrusting your digits into your own valve. "I bet you even fantasize about using those stasis cuffs of yours on cons like me! Ha, while imagining yourself punishing us like the dirty criminals we are." Prowl's mouth goes dry, and disbelieving outrage floods his system alongside the hot burn of shame. Prowl didn't know how you guessed his sins correctly, but frankly, he does not care.

Prowl's wings slant further, and he can't stop himself from disparaging you at least a bit. "You are a filthy pervert. Self-servicing in front of Bumblebee with no regard to anyone else around you. You have no dignity, and it's a wonder how none of your allies have killed you yet for your personality alone."

"Oh yeah?" The amusement in your tone only makes Prowl's anger flicker higher. Your servos are still working your array, and Prowl can feel the current heat in his chassis try and burn in a different way. The utterly immoral emotion easily wants to join Prowl's rage and settle in like it was meant to be there.

Prowl's optics narrow, and he can't stop his own glare or his glossia. "You're nothing more than a sexual deviant-! A deprived criminal who can only derive joy from the most dissolute forms of interaction." Prowl's engine tappers off a rev and he forces it to still as he continues. "You are unprincipled, selfish, abhorrent, and-"

"Keep going! I'm almost there-!" You urge Prowl on a smug satisfied smile curling at your derma. Prowl's door wings snap high, and his optics widened when he processed what you'd just said.

Arousal trickled up Prowl's chassis swift to settle in alongside his immediate disgust.

Prowl was compromised by his attraction towards you.

He's leaving. Prowl was leaving right at this very moment.

Without giving you another word, Prowl turns on a pede and makes his way out of brig. "Aw, Prowl, you're no fun-!" The door shutting behind him cuts your words off. Prowl had to allow himself a moment to vent. The frustration and the sexual energy fizzling down further and further in the back of his own frame.

Prowl instinctively checks his com when he gets a message.

Ironhide had messaged Prowls com saying if he needed to come teach you a lesson, Ironhide would do it at Prowl's command. Prowl promptly dismissed the message. Prowl knew Ironhide of all mechs was not who he wanted in charge of you in the brig right now. He'd seen you get into it with one another recently on the battlefield. And frankly, your encounters could be so sexually charged nowadays, Prowl was surprised that Ironhide hadn't broken code already.

No, Prowl needed someone who would not fall prey to your flirtatious advances and / or fall for your goading comments.

... it may take him a few klicks to find who he's going to subjugate you onto and also swap schedules around to give whoever that is the time to do that.

-

Red Alert cycled his optics and stared slack jawed at the monitor in front of him. You-! this was a trick- it had to be a trick-! But the longer he watched you self-service in the brig even after Prowl left had him uncertain. Red Alert then wordlessly watches you overload all over yourself with a loud groan. Transfluid spilling out of your spike and your own thighs closing around your own servo.

And then his jaw clamps shut when you move to continue touching yourself.

"Again!?" Red alert jumped out of his chair with a panicked shout at the voice to his right suddenly speaking. Red Alert's optics burned, and his helm is sparking when he makes frazzled optic contact with Trailbreaker.

"Red, I ain't exactly against the voyeurism, but you might wanna turn the volume down." Inferno on his left makes Red Alert whip his helm around. "I think anyone in the hallway can hear them from the monitor."

"Voyeurism!? It's not-! no its-" Red Alert fumbled and stared back at the screen of you working yourself to yet another overload. Trailbreaker and Inferno were both staring at the visual of you alongside him.

Oh, this was-! Frag! Red Alert turned the monitor off with a curse. The camera feed was still recording just- if you were up to something, he could review it later, Primus! Red Alert scrubbed his servos over his faceplate, his helm sensors still spitting static. Trailbreaker laughed softly on his right, and Inferno awkwardly patted his pauldron on his left.

-

You smirked when Soundwave pinged your com to tell you he shut the camera feed off. You pulled your servos off of yourself and stood up from the slab. You slipped your servo into one of the hidden physical storage areas you had on your frame and pulled out the human gem you'd been hiding from the Autobots. You pinged Soundwave and told him you were ready to hand it off.

The far away vent in the brig rattled and opened, and Ravage dropped down onto the floor with a barely audible noise. He stalked forward and stopped dead in his tracks, staring at you.

Oh, right, your spike and valve were still just out.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. I needed a way to get them to leave and turn the cameras off. They're such prudes- don't y'know?" Ravage made a chuffed sound that you couldn't take as anything else but a scoff. You bent down and stuck your servo through the bars, letting Ravage take the gem in his jaws before standing back up. "Tell Soundwave he's not gonna be able to black mail me on this. I do not care." You didn't bother trying to cover up since Ravage already had enough of an optic full that there was frankly no point.

Ravage raised his helm and continued to leer at you. You arched a brow and smirked. "Pervert."

Your com pinging with a message again makes you glance at it.

> Takes one to know one.

You huffed a laugh.

He had a point. "Touche."

As Ravage made his way back out of the brig, you made yours back to the slab. Wondering if you should fantasize about the Honeybee or that sour Enforcer of yours.

...

Maybe you could think about them both. No harm in that little fantasy now was there?

[blightedcrow]

Talking to myself to polish up Sihu's romances a bit cuz in my head it makes sense but when I try to talk about it out loud it gets jumbled and weird HFJKS Big fat wall of text rambling under the read more.

In case anyone reads through this, lemme preface this with a few things! I myself am ambiam, meaning I have no preference between being monogamous or polyamorous and am comfortable and secure in either relationship style, please do not take my word as Law as I've only my own experience and feelings to speak from. If polyamory makes you uncomfortable, I do believe it to be best to unfollow me/block me/whatever as this is still a part of my own journey and will remain a part of my character's. Characters that are a part of polyamorous relationships with my own will always have a big part within it, even if I'm not actively talking about them 24/7, they have not been forgotten and they're not of lesser importance because I haven't mentioned them. I only state so because boy HOWDY some of y'all are vicious as fuck when it comes to Davrin being in anything other than a straight, monogamous relationship. He is loved, he is respected, he is treasured, and it's only taken me this long to try to figure everything out cuz he was such a natural part of my boy's relationship that I simply forgot to make canon *how* it happened.

I wanna start working on my boys' polycule lore and finding a way to bring em all together in a way that makes sense 🤔 Just tryna find a way to bring Davrin in in a way that's meaningful to Lucanis and Davrin's characterizations.

I think it would be more natural for the idea to be introduced after Lucanis' personal questline, as that seems to be around the time he and Davrin start to have each other's backs more, they're drinking together, they're getting personal and talking to one another simply to learn more about one another rather than to be a pain in the other's ass, and the thought could be introduced in a way that they'd consider. Spite seems more under control, Davrin seems less concerned about the potential Spite takeover, but that's about as far as that thought takes me

By then, Sihu and Lucanis are definitely A Thing, and I think I want Sihu to be the one to see Lucanis and Davrin interacting and being like "👀 Whats Happening Here, no death threats? should I leave the room and give yall some privacy" and planting the seed so to speak

I love the idea that Lucavrin get flirty in what they thought was a nonserious way and it slowly grows into something more that Sihu wholeheartedly supports - he loves Lucanis and he'd be lying if he said he wasnt also attracted to and interested in Davrin, if I haven't already made them fuck at least once before this point LMAO. I made Sihu ambiamorous, so he has no preference one way or another about if he NEEDS to be just with one, or NEEDS to be with multiple partners. But it definitely makes it easier to have that conversation of "would you want to give it a try?"

He sees how the two interact, he acknowledges his own attraction, really the only thing keeping him from making it 100% a reality is just the respect he has for the both of them and wanting to make sure Lucanis has a say in it as his current partner. They already gotta deal with Spite being their involuntary third, so how would Lucanis feel about having yet one more involved?

Turns out Lucanis is rather open-minded to the idea. His initial knee-jerk reaction is to deny anything happening between him and Davrin, but he comes to realize his feelings.

Maybe a drunken lil accidental threesome might be able to open those feelings a little more honestly 🤔 If I took Sihu out of the equation, I feel this would still be a fun lil Lucavrin way of realizing their own feelings tbh, not being sober enough to keep their filters up and keep from being too honest. Toss Sihu in there and you've got a supportive partner tryna lovingly encourage their relationship to grow. At the same time tho this feels cliche as FUCK HFKSJ But between Lucanis "hide your emotions, suffer in silence" Dellamorte and Sihu "won't push the subject" de Riva, I don't think there'd be many other opportunities to smooch Davrin together, they'd just be mutually pining over him from a distance without ever verbalizing smh

They both watch that man's hands while he works on his figurines with intense interest that makes the other companions feel as though they're intruding in on something intimate tbfh

[alyjojo]

Thinking of You - September 📬 2024 - Leo

Whole of their energy towards Leo: 10 Swords rev

Feelings: King of Cups, King of Wands rev, King of Swords

Intentions: Ace of Swords

Actions: 6 Wands rev

Character Card: The Witch 🧙

Very specific message for a female, I assume this would be a stranger; they want to tell you the truth about your person or something they’ve done. This could be another guy, an air ☁️ sign is how they’re showing up - but that could just show they’re being logical and wanting to communicate - any sign. If this is your person then they’re wanting to tell on their friend, this could’ve been a group outing where some flirty bs went down it’s looking like. Someone acts like a playboy, trying to get attention from other women and shmoozing, 9 Wands rev shows either they’re unsuccessful (but tried) or the other person in the mix gave up and left them to it, if this is a woman they could’ve rejected their advances and kept it moving.

They only want to talk to you and tell you the truth, so if this is your person claiming innocence, this shows “failure to juggle” - nothing happened, except maybe they’re clownin’ behind your back? Idk. If it’s someone else then there was no juggling because of *them* but who knows how many others did the same thing - would be their sentiment. They may not actually come forward if this is a a stranger, because they don’t want to cause pain to anyone, not interested in betrayal. They definitely know about you, and want you to know the truth. Whether they actually say something or not idk 🤷 Spirit’s telling on ‘em regardless.

Messages:

- Other Half

- GET REAL 💯

Possible signs:

Scorpio & heavy air 🌬️

If you’re dealing with:

The Fool shows an optimistic and childlike joy in life and friendship generally, you could enjoy having spontaneous adventures with your friends and family whenever everyone is free. It’s a brand new cycle and I don’t see you weighed down with too many worries.

Aries - could be this person, they’re waiting for results - either for something to work in their favor or the consequences for their actions; The Devil at the bottom 👀

Taurus - one of you leaves the other one holding the bag because of some “ope”, a mistake or mishap, probably at work

Gemini - actually has hurt feelings but it’s probably coming out as “fuuuuckkkk youuuu” - that’s what I heard

Cancer - going through a massive ending in their life, the closing of a chapter, but not really speaking on it; or that’s switched 🤐

Leo - firing off texts or verbal insults and being a snotty/jealous biatch towards you - why idk, could be about someone else altogether

Virgo - heartbroken this didn’t work out 💔

Libra - omg 😆 with this 6 Pentacles and 9 Cups I heard 🎶 “I can show you the world” 🎶 this one is intense, 1000% yes 🙌

Scorpio - an obsession with work, status, greed or materialistic standards has or will cause a Tower in this relationship/person

Sagittarius - talk about other lovers is painful for someone, this feels unrequited, a just-friends type of situation, or could be an ex

Capricorn - worried this isn’t going anywhere

Aquarius - a wish come true and 10 Cups ⭐️ if this is your person, there is no better outcome

Pisces - could move forward if they made a decision but they don’t know so they can’t

[charnel-doll]

You guys should send me dmssss I. Wanna talk to my friends the little gay people I. My phone and my puter :)

[fnfxreader]

Heyo!~

If it's alright, could I request some general relationship headcanons for Agoti, sfw and nsfw if that's ok?

   hiya!! i hope it’s alright for me to pair these 3!! ty for the requests,, i was waiting for these 👀 hope you like em’

sfw + nsfw agoti  ||  nsfw below cut  ||

   sfw

at first, he’s a bit awkward. agoti isn’t new to relationships; he has experience, but the thought of being with someone for the first time makes him nervous. he doesn’t want to disappoint them. 

he was distant when you two began dating. he knows he can act like a “jerk” and a hothead. he slowly began to warm up after some time and got very comfortable around you. 

agoti tends to work hard to produce new songs and chase down gf & bf, along with the pressure of a relationship. he’s trying his best to balance it all but sometimes he needs someone who can be his rock. 

if he ever needs to let out his stress and vent, he knows he can go to you or solazar. agoti hopes you trust him as he trusts you. if you ever need to vent, he’s always there for you. he may not be good with advice, but he’s a great listener!

big fan of back hugs! he’ll surprise you with them from time to time and gently rock you left n’ right. 

pat his head. do it. he loves it.

he likes to share his headphones with you and listen to music. he has great music taste and you both take turns choosing songs. 

binging anime together as a date?? hell yeah!! agoti will prepare snacks with you before you cuddle and watch his shows. he gets so hyped and the smile on his face is huge. 

speaking of cuddles, he’s a cuddlebug. he loves being close to you and spooning you, holding you in his arms as he dozes off with his chin on your head. he’s very warm. 

hand holding,, he adores it. out in public taking a stroll together? he intertwines his fingers with yours and grins. he tends to lightly sway your arms back and forth as you both talk. 

for more dates, it’s usually movies or going to an arcade. if you’d like to go somewhere else, he’s fine with it as long as it isn’t boring. on special occasions such as an anniversary, he’ll take you out to a fancy restaurant. he cleans up quite nicely. 

kisses depend on the moment; agoti usually kisses with passion. 

he’s always complementing you and he doesn’t mind PDA. he’s just showing his s/o some love, what’s wrong with that? 

tons of pet names. some are absolutely stupid while others are adorable. 

he has one to make you angry

he’s flirty but it’s not 24/7. he loves seeing your expression after you’re caught off guard with one of his comments. one way to make him flustered in return is to do it at an unexpected moment. he’ll try to hide his face with his hoodie.

agoti isn’t the type to get jealous easily. though he is a little possessive, his ego is high; he trusts you won’t do anything to backstab him. there are times where he gets insecure, especially over his body. pepper his face with kisses and reassure him that he’s beautiful the way he is. you love him for him. 

he’s hotheaded. arguments will happen, you just need to have patience and deal with it. he’s also very stubborn; it’ll take him a while to come to his senses and apologize. sometimes he’ll ask solazar for advice. 

   nsfw

it takes lots of time before he even thinks of having intercourse with you. you would need to build trust and prove to him that you truly love him.

he has lots of knowledge from watching hentai, though he’s never physically experienced it. from what he’s seen, he definitely prefers to be dominate. 

will he complain about being submissive? no, he won’t, but he will be as bratty as possible. seeing him be submissive is rare, but there are times where he’s too tired or lazy to take control.

when he’s too lazy, he’ll let you ride him, a slight rasp to his groans as he tightens his grip on your thighs. 

agoti prefers giving & receiving to be balanced between him and his s/o. 

he’s cheeky with his preferences and mostly tries to give -- one of his favorite positions to do so is cunnilingus. he puts his long tongue to great use; it reaches very far..

when you’re giving him oral, his hand is on your head, pushing you farther down onto him. he encourages you to take more of him as he tugs on your hair. 

quick and rough; if you ask him to slow down, he’ll slow his pace for a brief moment. he’ll begin picking up the pace again and go faster than he did before. 

that adds to his teasing. he's obsessed with the way you whine and beg for him and only him. this plays greatly when he’s edging you, pulling out before your orgasm with a smirk. 

the first time you did it, however, agoti was being very gentle and passionate. he was also a inexperienced, but he put two and two together after that. as he slowly grows more comfortable, that’s when his kinkier side is revealed.

if you don’t like something, he’ll stop. he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable; it’s a moment for you both to enjoy. 

when agoti has had a bad day and you offer to help him by doing the deed, he’s very passionate. it’s one of those special, intimate moments he treasures. his pace is slow and he doesn’t tease as much. 

he loves thighs; cumming over them and your chest makes him warm inside. speaking of inside, he also likes to stuff you to the brim with his cum as he praises you for taking him in so well.

agoti is a 50/50 mix between degrading and praising, but he tends to lean towards praising. he never takes it too far with degradation in fear of saying something you wouldn’t like. 

mirror-fucking. he can see your facial expressions as he fucks you from behind, admiring your features; the slight twitch of your brow, moans slipping from your lips and so on.

agoti enjoys positions where he can take control. missionary, cowgirl, doggy-style, etc. you name it! 

he adores aftercare; it’s so sweet and he finds it so endearing. taking care of your s/o after fucking them relentlessly? hell yeah!

he’s constantly asking if you need him to get anything, if you’d like something to eat, etc. 

agoti runs a warm bath for you and practically carries you over there. he doesn’t want you tripping and hurting yourself; if you assure him you can walk yourself, he’s following behind you like a lost puppy to make sure nothing bad happens.

   sorry if there’s any mistakes! i’m too lazy to proofread and i’m tired as hell.

[becausethathappens]

I know you have written mythical ot4 before and I just watched the ai gmm episode from Tuesday. The ot4 vibes were real strong during the hide and seek portion. It was too cute 🥹. I just love them.

YES. it really was. i love their dynamic so much, especially for the extra flirty vibes it brings out of the guys. 💕🤩

re: the hide and seek segment from GMM 2184

decided to rewatch and list out some highlights:

let’s give ‘em a ring [link fidgets with the ring they all have]

stevie’s fake phone noises

the contrast of “i’m here good morningggg!” and “yup, i’m here.”

hey, behb.

ask questions to “our partner” [little smile]

link recognizing jasper’s cries

rhett trying to clown on link's hint of christy having dogs with her then immediately asking if jessie was alone

jessie laughing at link’s “in a sexy place?” delivery

rhett finding a way to bring things back to cucking

link responding to christy cooing jasper as if it were him

rhett having no comment other than, “yeah, that tracks”

christy’s “no, sir” switch up when link started getting close

rhett throwing a “what are the chances?” in there just bc

link’s snaps when he realized the answer

cocky link in general, “go, rhett, go. it’s over, buddy. it is over.”

the girls cheering/laughing for link together 

rhett trying to “win” by guessing christy's spot before link

link: “the magic trunk. you know the one where we saw each other in half. so hot.” again, what?

rhett accidentally oversharing knowledge of ~the trunk in their bedroom~ "you haven't come in our bedroom" which is both wildly funny 👀 AND sounds so much like her teasing rhett about something he brought up before like a boundary-line drawn in the sand, mock shocked that he'd admit to being there so easily (i said it the day of, but i wrote them having a trunk in their bedroom a while ago, so that was jarring😳)

christy roasting rhett over being wrong and oversharing

jessie jumping in to remind rhett "they don’t have that trunk. we redid their bedroom.” like we all know you fucked that one up rhett nice try

link being proud of christy’s efforts in rehab for her injury

jessie fitting into a cabinet 

rhett looking like damn i actually don't like this, re: not being able to say “i’m a girl” (don't know what you got til it's gone)

link excitedly shouting “i’m a girl” again and again

link addressing them collectively as “so, wives...”

jessie suggesting they do this for fun, just the four of them [rhett smirking and rubbing his neck]

them wanting to do this next date night

“love ya” “byeeee” “love you” all just said at random to anyone

the guys being visibly excited it went well 😩

rhett being vulnerable and saying he wanted to go in the chamber

link's mind jumping to rhett having a partner in the hyperbaric chamber???

[krethes]

Oh I am very interested in nr 22, because you very much have your own writing style.

Buckle up, it's a bumpy road, lol!

My writing process is probably going to make some people pull their hair out or scream, but it works!

If I'm not working from a specific prompt for a fest, I almost always start with a line of dialogue. The dialogue usually comes to me like at really inconvenient parts of the day, so I have to write it down in my Jot app and hope I remember the vibe when I start to work with it. I really like starting fics or scenes with dialogue. It grabs me as a reader, and I think it helps set the tone in a piece. A real challenge would be for me to write a fic over 2k without any dialogue and in a "reliable narrator" voice.

So I'll build a bit from the dialogue and decide where I'm going with it. Lines, for instance, I thought about, "We're too old for morning sex," which ofc screamed "Remus" to me, so I knew who was saying it and I knew I wanted Sirius to react because he's Extra and it would be more entertaining. ;)

Unreliable narrators are where I live. I love it. Let me have misunderstandings and stream of consciousnesses and all that good stuff, keep the reader guessing. They don't get to know anything my character doesn't know! :D

Someone asked me if I could share my writing playlist and I was so embarrassed at myself because...I will listen to one song on loop for as long as it takes to write, even if it's not a "song fic". If I listen to different ones, I lose my focus and my ADHD brain loves to hyperfixate on something. 10-hour loops make brain go mmmm.

Here's a hair-pulling part: I don't pick a tense until about 75% of the way in. 😬 I naturally drift to present tense when I start writing, but sometimes I'll shift to past. I always figure it out and fix it before I publish, but it's sort of that chaotic disaster human energy i exist with lol.

Another potential scream: I almost never draft. I just...start writing. I'll have my dialogue, my POV, and an end goal (normally). And I'll just...write. I am fortunate to be a very fast typist and a very quick thinker, so I can keep up with my thoughts while I write. I'll just go and go and go until either a) I need to look up a word, b) I need to research or verify something, or c) I'm done. Sometimes I don't have the time to finish actually writing, and THEN I'll do little action points or more dialogue in chunks like:

//Remus goes to the market and picks up vegetables

//Sirius makes a joke about the vegetables, make it good krethes

//they end up having a food fight even though they're 50, we love to see

(yes, I talk to myself in the blurbs lol)

Once I get the content down, I'll reread. I tweak dialogue constantly to make it punchy and impactful while still sounding natural to the character. Banter is my favorite thing to write, and I want it to FEEL flirty and fun. I fix my tenses, usually have to change "thing" to "thin", "Remorse" to "Remus", and correct my spelling of courtesy because really...it's a stupid fucking word, and give it another read through. I try to read my work at least 3 times with 1 time out loud or mouthing silently to make sure I haven't missed anything.

I...almost never get a beta. 👀 I'm impatient! When my writing's done, I want to post it immediately! I've used a beta on Silver for Monsters mostly for "does this make sense to someone outside the Witcher fandom" and for fests that require one. I find that I frustrate betas who aren't used to my writing style. I abuse the ever loving shit out of a comma and the em dash, and I don't know the meaning of "run-on sentence". I've accepted this about myself, but it drives some betas up the wall. Whoops!

I tried to correct myself and write in shorter, grammatically sound sentences but...it felt stifling. I wasn't able to express the emotions of my character properly and everything felt so abrupt. Someone once called my Explicit fics "poetic smut" and I think it's one of my favorite comments about my writing style as a whole.

I feel like I could continue forever, and I'm happy to, but this is getting long! Feel free to ask me a specific question or six if you have them, I love talking about my writing. ❤️

Thank you!

[ragnvdnir]

*drops mic after seeing this gigantic reply* 👁👄👁 I think i just unleashed the tot beast

Before i jump into this, great to know you've been doing well! I'm also excited for 2.8 and Kazuha 😍 no primos tho coz i wasted it all on Xiao :)

I was looking at mihoyo's new game ZZZ when i came across a guy from tot, he was on the beach with MC? I think? Found his name; Marius and searched him up and god damn it was he so freaking hot!!! 🤤🤤 *chokes on air* I actually downloaded the game but can't play it coz i have no storage 😐

After reading your reply i might have changed my initial assumptions about the boys 🤔👀

Luke... i wasn't sure about him at first but after this he might jump up to my favs (even tho i barely know any of them 😅) he's cute but idk... didn't really feel him but i am a sucker for childhood friends to loves!!!

Marius was def on top untill you told me about his personality 😃 maybe I'm still a simp for him but idk about the teasing and love hate realationship.... i still want him tho😐

Ok Vyn was not my fav but after reading what you said??? I might change my mind 👀 1) yes! I wanna live a lavish life! Castle, ballrooms, the whole shebang 😤 And 2) honestly i wouldn't mind these red flags coz i feel like i need someone like that to keep my ditzy side under control??? 🤷🏻‍♀️ And read me too coz sometimes even idk what i want 😅

Malewife and househusband??😳 Say no more where do i sign up! Artem was second on my first impression list mainly because he was the oldest... but now i think i love him more??

HSHSNSK WHT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME 😐 how do i deside between them?? Can i have em all 🙏🏻

-☘

you asked for it😒😒 /j

OH IS THE CARD WHERE THE MC IS ON THE TOP OF HIM WHILE DRINKING?? bc that card got me👀👀👀

i feel u anon😭 storage was my biggest problem too so i didn't play tot for months (i think i first played around september last year? before the lost gold event) i missed a lot of good events and cards🤧🤧

AS YOU SHOULD??? LUKE IS VERY VERY CUTE I WANNA NOMNOM HIM👹👹 HAVE U SEEN HIS LITTLE FANGS?? *faints* have a little break sir my heart is about to burst😩

LMAOO I CANT WISJDKKSKS but besides the teasing marius is actually caring and thoughtful. i really just cant put up with his flirty remarks so its love hate👉👈

RIGHT??? FINALLY SOMEONE THAT GETS ME😩😩 VYN IS MWAH MWAH I WAS IMMEDIATELY ATTRACTED TO HIM🙏🙏 we need a therapist anon🙋🙋 tldr: we need vyn

OH LAWD ARTEM REALLY HITS DIFFERENT TO ME THESE DAYS🧎‍♀️💍 there's just something in older men that got me like😗😗 its probably the maturity his mindset is just 💘💘 im like sir are you available for a marriage??💍💍 he's awkward at first since he's single since birth and haven't experienced sooo but do i look like i care?? im not loud and funny(?) for nothing🙄🙄 /j nah bc he's my standard. dude reads romace/psychology books bc its his first time falling inlove 🙏🙏 (forgot where i saw this info but yeah)

thats my question too tbh. simple, just be rosa(mc)

[cinnasins]

Oh there's a lesbian version 👀

1. Femme!

2. Probably chill and humorous/but loving

3. Leather 👀

4. Comfortable but aesthetically feminine

5. Flowers, space, ocean, celestial stuff

6. My rose jacket

7. Brown high heeled boots 👢

8. Just my hair down tbh nothing special, though my hair is naturally wavy so that counts as a hairstyle?

9. No I'm too scared to cut my hair, plus I like it long 😭

10. None of em were very good smh

11. There isn't a worst!! Just eh you know?

12. Taken by my lovely gf 😭💕🌹

13. She's SO BEAUTIFUL like what the fuck, her personality and demeanor I'll describe as chill but engaging and interesting, I'm not bored around her at all. How does someone manage to capture someone's heart so fully I am so happy at a mere mention of her, I am enamored and enthralled 💞

15. My dream wedding is very aesthetic and probably somewhere with a lot of nature? Like a garden with lavender, roses, a cherry blossom tree. Not too fancy that draws away from the natural beauty of the setting.

16. Depends on who I'm with/what's going on at the time, so 50/50 but I'd naturally adopt. Pets are a hard yes though 😤

17. Japan it's so beautiful there 😭 I've always wanted to visit

18. The Girl King maybe? I haven't seen many very good ones though

19. I don't think I've read one fuck

20. Feelings

21. Hayley Kiyoko 🎶

22. UHhhhh I don't think I fit into any stereotypes??? I'm trying to think of one but I can't

23. Oh hell yeah yikes

24. A surefire way is probably teasing, flirt a lil and try to lure me in with your words and I gotta follow you, almost guaranteed y'all 👏

25. That I get to date girls like I love girls so much what the fuck

26. Anyone who knows me knows what the answer is cause I talk about it all the time :'^))) I'm sorry for screaming in your ears y'all, but I'm definitely a cat person I want every cat in the damn world

27. Oh damn 👀 probably some assertiveness, just a bit of shyness? Not too much or I'll feel like I'm forcing them/making em uncomfortable or something, it depends on the person though. If I'm the lead I'll prefer to be acknowledged as it, but I definitely do like risque teasing and compliments from the other.

28. I don't know if it counts?? But if they show disinterest or hesitation/aren't reciprocating flirty word exchange I'm less likely to feel engaged as well cause then I feel like I'm making them do something they don't want or aren't interested in fkdkd I need reassurance or I will lose my mood

29. I'm usually the one asking people out, I've NEVER been asked by another girl for anything, which is why I like assertiveness at times 😭

30. Social worker!

31. I do art/writing as a hobby and my main interests are probably my original lore and some shows like SU!

32. Thoughtfulness, like when a girl expresses her interests passionately, or thoughts on subjects like the world etc and just a genuine interest in everything you know?

33. Depends on the person, I've liked people slowly to warm up to them and other times I've fallen very hard and quickly smh

34. YEP

35. Y E P

36. I've never seen it unfortunately so I don't have an opinion 😭

37. Chips 👏

38. I like neither! I prefer juice and water

39. Omnivore

40. I have two German Shepherds 🐕

41. Night owl 🐱

42. Libra ♎

43. N o p e can't drive

44. A girl I knew in like 1st grade named Natalie lmao

45. I always knew! I just never acknowledged/put a name or label to it until I was around 12-13 (which to me feels like the most normal age to do so as that's when we reach puberty)

46. When I was 13 to my mom r i p, I originally came out as bi cause I felt that sounded better than completely saying lesbian.

47. I only have eyes for my girlfriend sorry ladies 😭

48. Good so far cause I ate pancakes and watched the royal wedding 👰

49. I just wanna be a cute wife and be stable/have 20 cats that is all I need tbh

50. I don't really like Halsey I'm sorry 😭

Lesbian Asks!

Femme or butch?

Do you have a “type”? If so, describe it

Plaid button-ups or leather jackets?

Describe your style

Describe your aesthetic

Favorite article of clothing?

Favorite pair of shoes?

Current haircut?

Any haircut goals for the future?

Describe the best date you’ve been on

Describe the worst date you’ve been on

Single? Taken?

If taken, talk about your girlfriend/wife!

If single, what are you looking for in a potential girlfriend/wife?

Describe your dream wedding

Do you want kids?

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?

Favorite lesbian movie?

Favorite lesbian novel/story?

Favorite lesbian song?

Favorite lesbian musician?

What lesbian stereotypes do you fit into, if any?

Ever been assumed to be nothing more than a gal pal?

If a woman wanted to woo you, what would a surefire way to accomplish that?

Be positive! What do you like most about being a lesbian?

Are you more of a cat person or a dog person?

Turn ons?

Turn offs?

Do you usually ask other women out or do you wait for them to ask you?

What is your dream career?

Talk about your interests or hobbies!

What is the most attractive quality a woman can have?

Do you love easily or does it take time for you to warm up to someone?

Ever fallen for your best-friend?

Ever fallen for a straight girl?

The L-Word: yes or no? (love it or hate it?)

Favorite comfort food?

Coffee or tea?

Vegetarian? Vegan? None of the above?

Do you have any pets?

Early-riser or night-owl?

What is your sign?

Can you drive?

Who was your first lesbian crush?

At what age did you know you were a lesbian?

At what age did you come out (if you have)?

Are you crushing on anyone at the moment (celebrity or otherwise)?

Talk about how your day went

Talk about your dreams/aspirations for the future

Least favorite gay celebrity?