#tashi wlw

[jooniesdimples]

Being in a toxic situationship with Stanford era Tashi would be DEVASTATING… but so worth it.

Omg. Being with Tashi would have been SO DEVASTATING for SO MANY REASONS.

She's closeted and it's layered - she's with Patrick, she's a tennis star, she has sponsorships and her family to think of, and my headcanon is that her family is at least moderately religious.

You were never going to be more than her dirty little secret; you go into it knowing that and convince yourself that knowing that somehow saves you but you don't account for the fact that you fall in love with her.

The knee injury just makes everything worse.

She needs a target at which to direct her frustrations and unfortunately you're a person who inevitably sees her at her most vulnerable moments; for this unbearable crime of being seen, she resents and punishes you.

I envision many fights and breakups and makeups over the course of your years long situationship until the two of you are so thoroughly disappointed and disillusioned by love that there are no pieces left to put you back together.

[heartz4shauna]

being tashi’s controversially young lover >_<

warning: sexual implications

𝜗𝜚 is actually obsessed with you. she NEEDS to have your location at all times, other wise she’ll text you “where the fuck are you? i told you a million times before, you need to have your location on.”

𝜗𝜚 takes you to THE fanciest restaurants. you feel like you don’t fit in there but she always reassures you

𝜗𝜚 tells you not to post you both together on your socials, “you’ll get me in trouble.” she’ll explain. only makes you wanna post more though…

𝜗𝜚 you absolutely love watching her practice. she makes sure she grunts extra loud when she sees you 🫠🫠

𝜗𝜚 if either art or patrick were to say something about you to her, she’d be ready to fight. “what did you just say? keep her fucking name out of your mouth.”

𝜗𝜚 constantly buying you new fragrances. just so she can come up behind you and practically swallow you whole, “you smell so good, huh?” it gets you so flustered every time and she fucking loves it

𝜗𝜚 thinks it’s actually so hot when you wear her clothes. the I Told Ya shirt?? yeah it’s yours now

𝜗𝜚 she has a separate private insta for posting pictures of just you. you on dates, you at home, you in your most vulnerable moments.. the account only has a few followers. who are they? you, art and patrick of course

𝜗𝜚 hates the idea of sharing you. your hers and hers only apparently!

𝜗𝜚 basically your sugar mommy. she doesn’t mind spending her paycheck on you

𝜗𝜚 always has a stern look on her face when she looks at you but she’s actually just admiring your beauty

𝜗𝜚 prefers holding your waist over your hand

𝜗𝜚 keeps your relationship super lowkey of course. you two are very rarely seen in public together, the press thinks your just friends :P

[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.

[sunsburns]

Dude, i want tashi to want me and only me.

Im selfish.

So please may i request a tashi duncan x reader? Where she goes to readers dorm in the middle of the night and they start having sex, at first is rough then it starts to get a little soft with them face to face) and she just says "i love you" and "lets spend the rest of our lifes together, dont you want that?".

I would die.

No manipulation.

Just vibes.

Imagine her feeling fulfilled with you dispite not being able to play tennis?

Cant a bisexual girl dream?

Advcbxsgxd

noo cause whyy am i giggling and kicking my feet thinking about this... SMUT 17+

you’re struggling to find where the line between just friends and more than friends starts or ends. it all starts to blur into one big mush of everything and nothing all at once, from the knock on your door in the middle of the night, tashi bitching about how shit her serving partner is, to the way her teeth crash against your own with a fervour that has you melting.

the way she holds your hands over your head is relentless to how you fight against her grip, squirming. she laughs, a low chuckle that slips from between her lips and into your mouth.

you swallow it, moaning into her mouth while grinding your crotch against hers. clothes scattered across the room, and you can see your shirt sitting at the edge of your roommate’s bed, who you’re thankful has left to study at the library and never returned.

it makes your heart spike, knowing she could return any second, especially since it’s so late, and your tiny twin-sized bed keeps squeaking with every rock of tashi’s hips and what if-

"fuuckk." your toes curl and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan when tashi lets go of your hands and starts groping your boobs.

"you're so loud," tashi says every word with a kiss on your cheek, her sweet sticking to your skin, "i fucking love it."

"yeah, i bet," you huff, swiping your tongue over her bottom lip.

tashi lets out a strangled whine at that, one of her hands trailing up from your chest to your neck. she looks at you through the dim light of your room. in the soft glow from your bedside lamp, you can see her raise her brows in interest before she starts to squeeze, tighter, and tighter, her grin growing into a wide, wicked smirk at the way you start to pant, eyes rolling back.

"feels good?" she asks, breathless.

you're nodding, "so good."

"i'm gonna cum," tashi's rhythm becomes sloppier, and you, hoping to reach your high with her, start to grin your hips a little faster, a little harder, drawing out broken moans and whines out of her.

tashi leans closer to you, pressing her forehead against your own and letting your noses brush against each other where every breath she lets out, you can breathe it in and she does the same to you.

"fuck, fuck," you groan, "i'm almost there."

"...i love you," tashi moans, and her eyes are screwed shut, brows furrowed. she presses her lips against your mouth, then presses tender kisses across your face, "fuck, i love you."

you choke, searching for her lips as you cup her face. "tashi... love you, too."

she hums, "who doesn't?" and when you laugh, she's rocking her hips against you with intention, "cum for me, you can do it baby, go on. give me a pretty show. it'll make me cum, too."

and you do. your sweaty back lifts off the bed with a sharp sob as tashi's lips find your own, her own moans swallowed by you.

when you've calmed down, she brushes her fingers along your spine, her touch making you tremble. "lets spend the rest of our lifes together, don't you want that?"

"i'd follow you to the ends if i had to."

[k1sse-s]

TASHI DUNCAN

Destroy what destroys you.

› summary: she doesn’t know why she keeps coming back.

! warnings: fem!reader, smut, no use of y/n, cursing, cheating, toxic relationship, obsessive!tashi, fingering, bad parenting.

Please let me know if I forgot something!ˎˊ˗

› wc: 2.1k

This wasn’t like that innocent love you both had years ago. This wasn’t innocent, her arms didn’t feel so gentle, so safe anymore.

The guilt that stabbed you in your heart every time you saw her in your frame door wasn’t even the thing that bothered you. It wasn’t the reason why it felt so wrong.

It was the fact that she just let you bleed.

“You’re my entire goddamn world.” Her forehead resting against the crook of your neck. Even through the light fabric of your shirt, she could feel the heat of your skin. Her hands sliding up your abdomen, chest against your back, breaths warm and ragged against your neck.

Yet you still felt so distant, so untouchable and unreachable, like if she was holding onto a phantom.

Tashi wanted to just shove you up against the nearest wall, to push you back into your bedroom — hell, maybe she could finally get through to you if she just locked you in her miserable state.

“And you’re mine.”

Tennis wasn’t the only thing Tashi was phenomenal at. It was also making you feel like you’re genuinely loved by her.

But you can’t be good at everything, yeah? Her tennis skills faded away and she had no other choice than to be the greatest in making you feel like there’s still space for you in her life.

But your words were honest. She is, she always has been your entire world. But this isn’t enough for her, is it? She still thinks about how you’re fighting with yourself to not flinch away from her or the way you’re not giving her any signs that wouldn’t make her feel guilty when she keeps wrapping her arms around you like that, keeps touching you like that.

“That’s supposed to make me feel all better?”

“It should.”

Tashi let out soft, strangled noise from the back of her throat, as if your nonchalance had physically burned her. Something like disbelief flickered across her expression.

It should, it should.

The words, spoken so quietly with so much resignation, felt like a stab through Tashi’s heart. The stab that you feel every time you see her. This time you won’t stop the bleeding neither.

“It doesn’t.” She whispered against your neck, her hand slowly sliding across your stomach. her thumb gently pressed into your skin, tracking slow circles against it as if that would somehow clam down the burning inside her chest.

“That’s not my problem then.” You had to bite the inside of your cheek to prevent saying the apologies that you had to swallow. The metallic flavor hit your tongue. You didn’t mean that, and the quiet gasp of indignation that left her lips as you spoke broke your heart even more. Suddenly, her hands went still on your body — she froze. Her mind repeating the words again and again, as if she couldn’t quite believe you had actually said it. It didn’t feel like she was pissed, or hurt. It felt like she was just disappointed.

“It’s not?” Tashi repeated, voice harsh and bitter. She hated it. Hated how you could make her feel like every single fibre of her own body was screaming in pain while you just calmly stood there. Her grip on you tightened, as if by doing that she could somehow make you feel something.

Maybe she failed at making you feel loved too. Maybe she lost everything after she lost the passion she had for tennis.

“Then whose goddamn problem is it?”

Not yours, definitely. Your eyes closed at her sudden snap, you didn’t hear her raising her voice since college, it was enough time for you to forgot how it sounds.

“Tashi, go. Lily is waiting for you.” But you didn’t want her to go. You wanted her to stay here and even yell at you, but at least she’d be here — with you. You said it because it felt right. Go and see your daughter you have with a man you won’t ever be able to love.

And as much as you didn’t have any right to mention her daughter like that you didn’t have any right to take the most important thing away from her too. The only thing that didn’t make her life completely worthless, the only thing that gave her hope that she didn’t lose everything after her knee injury — you.

It was hard to bear that ugly jealousy in your body every time you remembered she has her own family. She has someone waiting for her to come home. And you didn’t have that. Sure, you have your own career, you have beautiful apartment. But it’s empty without her, your life is empty without her. That’s a problem you couldn’t fix, that’s the thing that killed you every time she had to go, because you stayed alone in your bed without a person that would warm your body up. You didn’t want her to go.

She swallowed. “I don’t want to.”

And they say there’s nothing more pure than mother’s love.

“Fuck. Tashi, go.”

And goddamn if that didn’t make her heart suddenly clench, hearing you say her name like that, in that tone. She didn’t want to say it. She wanted to stay, press you against her and listen to you say her name like that again — in every tone, every pitch, every whisper.

It was like some of that hot anger that flared up instantly faded away, replaced by something like lust.

“I don’t want to.” She repeated as her arms tightened around you even more. The thought that even after all this time you could still tell her to go. Just shut up and go when everything she wanted was to just connect with you again.

One of her hands moved on your lower abdomen, sliding downwards until her knuckles brushed against the waistband of your underwear. She didn’t care. She didn’t care if it was all wrong or if it was messed up, all that she could think about was how you used to let out those soft gasps in response to her touch.

Her mouth pressed against the sensitive skin of your jawline. Fingers continued their movement, gently pushing past the fabric of your underwear to trace across your inner thigh.

“Tashi, come on.” There it was, that faint sound of the hitch of your breath. It was hard to pretend her touch didn’t have any effect on you. Not when she was pressing you to the counter like that. And she wanted just that.

“Please don’t tell me to stop.” She murmured against your skin. It was almost experimental, like she was trying to find something that would make you react. Anything. Like she was trying to find evidence of you still being hers.

She could physically feel the tension slowly drain from her body as she nipped your jawline again, fingers tracing patterns across your inner thigh. Her free hand suddenly slid upwards, palm grazing across the underside of your breast. She was suddenly desperate to feel you react, to have you respond beyond those soft breaths and tiny flinches. She wanted more, she wanted to feel the shudder of muscle underneath her fingers, the feel of your body heating as she touched you.

“Feel something, feel me.”

And you couldn’t hold that whine in your mouth anymore when her hand moved upwards to fully palm your breast, a sharp pang of something like pain shot through her chest as she suddenly heard the way your voice became all soft and pleading. That whine that she had missed so much. The one that made it sound like you’d crumble underneath her touch. Like you’d break apart at her slightest touch.

Tashi’s fingers slowly reached higher, gently moving towards the damp warmth between your legs. Her breath was still hot against your skin, almost as if she was breathing against a fire. Fingers teasing your clothed cunt, if she wasn’t so turned on she’d make you beg for her to finally dip that fingers into you, but she wanted to be there, she wanted to be close and so desperately inside you.

She couldn’t take it anymore, the way your body shuddered and trembled from just the slightest touch. Her mouth slowly moved to your jaw, her kisses becoming more like nibbles with the way she nipped at your skin, as if trying to distract you from the way her fingers slowly slid under your panties.

But you couldn’t get distracted, focused so hardly on her fingers. Broken moan left your mouth when you felt her sliding in between your dripping folds, fingertips meeting your warm, slick and delicate flesh. You let your head fall back and rest on the hard bone of her shoulder, eyes meeting her sharp jawline. Her eyes lazily slid across your face. She studied every feature.

She studied the way your eyes were blown wide open, a deep and needy look in them that she hadn’t seen in god knows how long. She studied the way your lips were parted as you breathed against her, the way the breaths you took seemed a little more laboured now. She drank in the sight of you, her gaze roving over you as if she was scared she’d never get to see you like this again. The way your skin flushed in a pale pink, the way your eyes were pleading — almost as if begging for her to do something. And she wanted to avoid making you beg tonight.

She wanted to devour you right there.

She slowly tilted her head to the side, her eyes never leaving yours even as her hand moved up to gently pinch your nipple, forcing you to gasp at the feeling.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” she whispered.

With that, she left you no room for your response, thumb immediately went to your swollen clit, rubbing slow and tight circles as she watched your face carefully. Her lips moved to rest against the hollow of your neck, tongue darting out to softly flick against your skin as her own breathing grew more ragged. Tashi’s breath hitched when she heard your needy moan.

It was sharp noise, a small burst of air that sent a shiver through her body and straight down her core. Fingers going down to tease your tight hole, circling around it, adding light pressure just to make you moan again, just so she could hear those sweet sounds that she missed so fucking much. She forgot about Art already, it’s only you, only you and her fingers slowly dipping inside you.

“Tashi please.” You begged for more, not caring about how pathetic and desperate you look even when you were ready to throw her out of your apartment several minutes ago.

It was so familiar, the way you sounded when she had you like this. The way your voice came out as a broken whine as you fell apart under her touch. Tashi’s thumb rolled over the sensitive, hard bud above her fingers. Free hand squeezing your breast, feeling how hard your nipples are already. It made her whine herself.

“Always so pretty. So fucking pretty, my love.” She whispered, pushing past your tight muscles, forcing another moan out of you. She curled her fingers, knuckles rubbing against your walls as your body started to tremble against her. Giving you no time to adjust the stretch she just gave you. Her fingers started to move. In and out, in and out. Each time pushing all the way in into your pussy just to leave and fill you again.

Destroy what destroys you. And she was destroying you right now, in her arms, pressed against the kitchen counter. It was hard to tell if she was just defending herself, using you as an escape from her shitty life she has with Art or if she really means it. It’s not like you care though, the only thing you care about right now is how good her fingers feel inside your dripping, needy cunt.

“You like that? Being fucked like this?” She missed that. And that almost mocking you tone didn’t do good job with hiding that. You just felt so good, so wet on her fingers.

It didn’t take her long to make you cum — as always. Your body tensing up and arching against her own, hand immediately massaging your breast, as if she knew you desperately needed her now. Fingers slowing down their peace, guiding you through your orgasm.

You have no idea how stunning you looked, she almost regretted marrying Art instead of you.

Almost.

[24kmar]

𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨! 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮"

Was it really that bad to be fucking your tennis coach when shes married? You did need some extra help for your matches, so what no one else knows cant hurt em right?

[diyasgarden]

Imagine being Tashi’s girlfriend at Stanford. You’re an art major and while she loves watching you work on your art, she doesn’t really get the whole art thing. It’s okay you don’t really get tennis. But it doesn’t stop you guys from trying to.

You’re always at her tennis games. Closest the actual court as can be. You like to sit by the sidelines when she practices too, sometimes even going on court for her to try and teach you to play. You’re not very good, but she finds it cute.

On the other hand, she loves watching you work on your art. Be it sketching or painting, she just loves to watch how focused you get when doing it. She loves it even more when the subject the art work is her (you have a sketchbook just full of drawings of her). And before you she thought art museums were okay. Pretty but not that fun. But she loves going to any art museum with you. It doesn’t matter what type of art it is, contemporary, impressionist, romantic, etc etc she loves to try posing along side the paintings. And you always take a picture when she does.

[matcha-lemonade-enthusiast]

blah blah blah too many fics of art and patrick, tashi stans rise up (specifically writers, rise up please i am begging)

i made that teehee

[heekiluvr]

*dreamy sigh* blah, blah, blah

proper name, place name, backstory stuff

she's so dreamy when she's mean wowowowowowowo

[literarybaby]

challengers inspired rp plots!

hi everyone! i am not sure if i am alone in this but i have been having deep, deep challengers brainrot. so i thought i would take the opportunity to share some tennis-themed/challengers-inspired plot bunnies with you. with a couple of these, i’ve had the absolute pleasure of playing out or at least, brainstorming with some of my current writing partners.

all titles are from the soundtrack - ty trent r & divider is by @cafekitsune

some of these have more darker and mature themes, but can be adapted to work at any level. all of these can be adapted to work with any pairing as well. and probably sport — if you squint. 

if you’re interested, feel free to reach out about any of these if you'd like to write together.

also feel free to take them and make them your own! enjoy!

𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘

muse a is a young rising star in tennis (think tashi in the first half of the movie). they are on everyone’s radar as the one to go down in history and join the ranks of the past greats. adidas already has them in a campaign. and soon, they’re probably going to turn their whole family into millionaires. however, during a game, they suffer a traumatic and freak injury which looks like it will derail their entire career. muse a is devastated as everything they’ve ever wanted or worked for will come to an end. enter muse b — an older, successful surgeon — who decides to help a depressed and lost muse a. fixing broken body parts is part of their job and they are able to do so easily. even kinder, they support muse a through their recovery and physical therapy. unbeknownst to muse a and everyone in their lives, muse b has been grooming them — giving them treatment beyond what a medical professional should offer. this leads to muse a entering into a relationship with muse b where the power dynamic is totally whack. with muse a recovering and being back on their game, they feel they totally owe it all to muse b’s god hands and want to pay them back with any means necessary. 

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 / 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒

muse a and muse b are the perfect tennis doubles tennis partners. so much so, they have corny nicknames like fire and ice. they are best friends, practice partners, and have long shared history. optional: muse a can be more a technically perfect player and muse b is pure, raw talent. unbeknownst to muse b, muse a has been hopelessly in love with them the entire time but is in the closet/in denial. when muse b starts to cluelessly date someone (optional: muse c if you want mumu), muse a is jealous and their friendship slowly starts to deteriorate with muse b frustrated and confused why this is happening. skip a few years, muse a and muse b find themselves on opposite sides of the net as the biggest rivals in tennis. years of resentment, avoidance, and pressure have culminated in this moment. should they repair their relationship? will they ever talk about it? maybe there’s still a chance or will someone end up hurt again?

𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐗 𝟏𝟎

muse a is an older and seasoned tennis veteran. truthfully, they aren’t as good as they used to be and are on the verge of retirement. they decide that this tournament(possibly set at wimbledon?)will be their last and they’ll retire after regardless of the outcome. but during, they meet the young muse b — someone spunky and maybe they have a bad temper like john mcenroe — but they’re not like anyone else muse a has ever met. they challenge them. they intrigue them. however, this romance comes at the worst time as muse b desperately wants to win the tournament and this is a bit of a distraction. so should muse a and muse b embrace the distraction and get caught up in the whirlwind of things, despite knowing love means absolutely nothing in tennis. 

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑

muse a is a down-on-their-luck tennis player. they’re definitely not a ranked player or really famous at all, but this is all they know. they’re still good, and believe they have in them to win a grand slam or a major tournament, despite their age and more importantly, their financial situation. sometimes they are sleeping in their car if they can’t afford a motel on tour, but sometimes, they get even more desperate — which is how they found muse b, on tinder, swiping right on literally everyone until they get a match. muse b thinks they’re going on a date with a professional athlete but little do they know, muse a is flat broke and is only with them for a hot meal and a warm bed. should muse b figure this out? or maybe as they go on the date, both muses feel a connection — does that mean muse a will come clean with their intentions? or will muse b be saddled with supporting muse a’s broke ass? 

𝐋’𝐎𝐄𝐔𝐅

muse a is a young and naive tennis player from a small town/country. they come from a nice, wholesome family. being a professional athlete was sort of by chance too, so they have absolutely know idea how to navigate the pressurized world of fame and fortune. fortunatelyor unfortunately, they get help from muse b — a cut-throat, smart, and cunning sports agent. muse b is able to set muse a up with an fancy apartment, good sponsorship deals, hefty contracts, and soon become the voice of reason for muse a. muse b is determined to guide muse a to the big star lights and away from their country mouse past. it gets to the point where muse a can’t do anything without muse b. will muse a ever get away from muse b? or will muse b abuse their power? could involve isolating them from their family, controlling their spending, and even baby-trapping them.

𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐑

muse a is retired professional tennis player and decides become a instructor at a fancy, schmancy country club. they decided to take this job not because for the love of the sport, but to further themselves as the club is crawling with unsuspecting rich people with good connections just waiting to be made. muse a meets muse b, a naive, rich kid who takes tennis lessons. they get on really well and decide to bring muse a to meet their family. through a series of carefully crafted lies, muse a and b get closer and closer until they’re in a relationship. muse b starts asking their parents to get muse a better job, better clothes, and ultimately, a better life. but what happens when someone or something from muse a’s past comes rearing its ugly head and threatens to expose and break this carefully plotted dream life? does muse a confess to muse b, or does muse b dump them? or is muse a crazy enough to keep lying to keep muse b and their perfect new life theirs for good?

"𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖"

muse a is a professional tennis player who seems like they have the perfect life. they’re winning, rich, have a partner who is possibly their coach, and even a child. little does everyone know, it’s not all roses on the inside. their partner is cheating on them and it’s really throwing off all the other parts of their life — especially their game. so they decide to cheat too, with muse b — someone who isn’t part of this crazy tennis world. immediately, it’s steamy and exciting having an affair. it really jumpstarts muse a’s attitude and they start winning again. when muse a’s partner (could even be a muse c) finds out, they could hardly care less and is happy that something is finally getting muse a motivated again. but muse b isn’t satisfied with just being a secret, not when they play such a pivotal role in muse a’s life. maybe they decide to expose muse a and their partner? or maybe they threaten to leave? or maybe they try to navigate this as a threesome?

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐓

muse a is a successful, professional tennis player. they’re winning tournaments. they’re living their best life on the ATP/WTA tour. being on the road is great but is a bit lonely sometimes despite all the cool sponsorship parties and galas. dating is too hard too, as it’s difficult to stay connected within all these time zones and from all these far away places. instead, they use an expensive celebrity escort service and meet muse b. muse b can quell the sting of loneliness on the road and it’s low commitment — only calling them up when they’re in town. however, this last time leads to muse b getting pregnant accidentally. now muse a has to decide if they want to step up to the plate and be a parent, and if they do, how do they explain how they met their partner to the press?bonus points ifmuse bhas slept with other tennis players and their services are not a well-kept secret.

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one femdom! tashi duncan x fem! reader smut, please?🤓

[ecstarry]

im about to watch challengers again

[k1sse-s]

TASHI DUNCAN

No boys allowed, only us.

› summary: you both still hold onto that little promise.

! warnings: fem!reader, no use of y/n, cursing

Please let me know if I forgot something! ˎˊ˗

› wc: 1.2k

Tashi’s arms curled around you, pulling you closer so you could rest against her. Listen to her heartbeat. Her legs tangled with yours, bodies pressed tight together as her hand slid up to your hair, fingers brushing through the locks and playing with them lightly.

She loved this, she craved this.

It was peaceful, the silence, the sound of your breath as your subtlety flushed cheek was pressed against her chest, her hand on your back tracing shapes against your skin. Alone and quiet.

“I’m going to be jealous of your future boyfriend.” You didn’t know why you said that, but you knew it was true. You weren’t used to sharing Tashi with anyone, you couldn’t imagine her with anyone else but you.

The silence was interrupted by that single sentence.

‘It’s just a friendship, right?’ That thought didn’t leave your head as you murmured those words to her.

Tashi's fingers in your hair stilled for a moment, and you could hear the way her breath hitched. Her heart was thumping faster underneath your cheek, a steady beat. She didn't reply for a moment, and it was only a few seconds before she spoke up, voice low.

“Who said I want a boyfriend?” She picked the motions back up, resuming her gentle caresses across your back. Tashi could never be with anyone else. Not when you were there, and she knew it, deep down. But the thought seemed to unsettle her, as if she didn't even want the possibility of you being jealous of anyone.

“You know there’s gonna be some dumb dickhead you’re gonna fall in love with.” It was obvious, and even though you often joke about getting old together or marrying each other you know you’re serious. You don’t want a different life.

The thought of her with someone else, someone else's hands on her body, someone's else's lips on hers, makes your blood boil with something like possessiveness. She was yours. Even as a best friend. And you try to tell yourself you’re not selfish.

She finally lifted her hand away from you, moving to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear instead, the touch light and almost tentative, a stark contrast from the usual rough manner that was Tashi's style. “And you won’t?”

“I won’t.”

“That’s a lie.”

Voice flat, not buying your words at all. She was quiet for a moment, and you could almost sense the debate happening in her head, the argument between being logical and being emotional. The latter won.

The silence made your sudden urge to argue with her about it more intense, sudden urge to convince her you’re hers. She spoke before you could open your mouth and say words you’d probably regret. I want you. “You’re sure of that?”

Yes, you were so damn sure.

She wasn’t dumb. She’d always known that there was something that was a little bit more when it came to you — more than friendship, than just being best friends.

Still, she tried to deny herself the truth. To let herself keep pretending like this was normal.

“You know I’m always honest with you, dumbass.” Words left your lips that were forming into slight frown, giving her something like pout. Clearly to make her guilty for not believing you.

“Don’t give me that face.” She huffed out a short, quiet laugh at that, a hint of real amusement bleeding through her usual dry tone. Her hand flexed against your hair, as if she wanted to hold you tighter but was holding herself back. “I know, you couldn’t lie to me if you tried.”

You moved your head, so that your chin could rest between her tits. Eyes narrowed at the look at her face.

She loved you. It showed in her gaze, in her touch — the boys could never give you this, what she could give you.

“Do you think of our promise?” Your voice slightly hesitant, as if you were scared of embarrassing yourself in front of her, even when you’ve done that plenty of times already.

What if she doesn’t remember? What if it wasn’t serious to her? What if she thinks it was just a dumb joke?

“You know, that one we made as a kids.”

No boys allowed, only us.

Tashi doesn't speak for a few long moments, her eyes roaming over your face. She was quiet and contemplative, as if she was thinking back to when you'd made that promise. Her gaze softened, eyes going uncharacteristically gentle for a few moments.

"Yeah, I remember.” She insisted, voice quiet. She doesn’t move to push you away, doesn’t laugh or brush it off as a simple, childish promise. “No boys allowed.”

“Only us.”

She could easily see the way you were pressing closer to her, the way those words made you cling to her just a little bit tighter, your body more relaxed. There was a subtle ache that went through her chest when she saw that, mixed with something else that she couldn’t quite place. “You and me, like it’s always been.”

There was a moment of silence as the two of you lay in the bed together.

Tashi’s breathing remained steady as your head rested between her boobs, her hands still in your hair and stroking gently. No boys allowed. The words had been echoing in her mind since leaving your mouth, causing her chest to feel strange, almost constricting. There was a feeling building up in the pit of her stomach, one that is all too familiar to her.

“I thought you were joking when you said that first time.” She added on. And her words took you by surprise, though her was still soft. She sounds like this only with you — voice soft, more vulnerable than her usual sharp sarcasm, and it’s a sight that only you got to see ever since her childhood. Eyes lowering to the gold necklace on her neck. It glimmered with the yellow light in the room. “But you were serious, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.” Small whisper left your lips. Of course you were serious, you always are. Always worried about her, always thinking about her. “I was serious.”

“You know what that promise entails, right?”

“I think I know.” This soft sigh betraying your efforts with trying to not get into that kind of conversation with her. You guys weren’t kids no more, and that thought terrified you.

“Say it.”

She sounded almost desperate for a moment, like she was desperate to hear the words from you, to know that you were still in this with her. To know that you were still there. To know you won’t leave her alone with this.

Your expression hardened. It was almost like she was giving you a challenge and assumed your failure from the start. “No boyfriends.”

“And no girlfriends.” You can almost hear the smirk in her voice as she echoed your words. “No stupid boys or girls who’ll try to pull us apart.”

“There was no talk about girls.” You mumbled, chuckle leaving your slightly parted lips. It’s not like you’re bothered by it.

“You’d never look at a girl anyways.” Right, she was the only girl — person, worth something in your eyes. “I’m not letting some dumbass girl come between us.”

Okay, so maybe it’s no boys and no girls allowed, only us.

[mavi-gozlu-meyve]

do yall think tashi likes girls

lmao

[akir0vnhw]

WHISPERS & WINE

c.ai bot: ☆

Zendaya x fem!reader

Fluff

word count: 4.092

summary: A cozy karaoke night with friends becomes unforgettable, especially with Zendaya’s soft encouragement making you feel more cherished than ever.

The room was alive with energy—voices lifted in laughter, the beat of familiar songs echoing against the walls. You were center stage in your friend group, a karaoke mic in hand, and though your voice wobbled a bit here and there, you kept on, pouring yourself into the song. Each lyric, a heartbeat; every beat, a connection. Across the room, Zendaya watched, a faint, knowing smile gracing her lips, a little glint of admiration sparking in her gaze.

When you finished, slightly breathless and buzzing with adrenaline, you made your way back to the booth, where she was waiting with her wine glass in hand. She took a slow sip, eyes on you the entire time, filled with a warmth and adoration that had become all too familiar yet never any less thrilling. The corners of her mouth quirked up, giving her a look that was somehow both amused and utterly transfixed.

As you slid into the seat beside her, she draped her arm around your shoulders, drawing you close until her lips were just by your ear. “You did great, love,” she whispered, her voice carrying that deep, unspoken approval that made you feel like you were the only one in the room. The gentle press of her hand against your shoulder sent a comforting warmth through you, settling you, grounding you.

“You say that every time, you know,” you murmured back, teasing but appreciative, letting the softness in her eyes and the touch of her hand erase any lingering nerves from your performance. Her smile widened, a little glint of pride in her gaze, as though even the simplest of your achievements was worth celebrating.

“You deserve to hear it every time,” she replied softly, her thumb tracing gentle circles against your shoulder, and the warmth of her words made your heart race.

The two of you settled in comfortably, watching the rest of your friends take the stage one by one. She stayed close, her arm still around you, fingers grazing lightly over your arm, a small, steady reminder of her presence. Her laughter mingled with yours as you shared little jokes about the performances, her head dipping closer to yours as the evening wore on.

As the night drew on, the room slowly began to quiet, friends finding seats, conversation softening. Zendaya glanced down at you, her gaze soft and contemplative. “I love these nights,” she murmured, almost as if to herself, before her eyes found yours again. “They feel real—just you, me, all of us. No cameras, no pressure, just… being here.”

You smiled back, nodding, understanding exactly what she meant. “It’s the best part, isn’t it?” you whispered back, nestling a bit closer to her side. And for a moment, everything else faded—the noise, the crowd, the busyness of both of your lives—and there was only this soft space between you.

As the crowd began to thin out, the two of you stayed, lingering in that cozy bubble the night had created. Zendaya brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, her fingers lingering against your cheek. “I could stay here forever, you know,” she said, a soft, wistful quality in her voice.

“You and me both,” you replied, leaning into her touch, the world around you blurring into a backdrop to the quiet intensity between you.

Eventually, it was time to go, but she never let go of your hand as you walked out together, fingers intertwined, holding on to the last bits of the night’s magic. The world outside was calm, stars sparkling faintly against the city glow. She turned to you, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she took you in, like she was memorizing this exact moment.

“You know,” she whispered, her voice soft and steady, her words filled with a deep affection, “we’re lucky to have this. To have each other.” The sincerity in her gaze made your heart swell, and for a brief second, you felt as if the world had shifted, just the tiniest bit, leaving only the two of you in this tender space.

And as you stood there, hands entwined under the soft shimmer of city lights, you knew that this—this quiet intimacy, this beautiful connection—was something rare, something to hold close, something that felt like home.

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CHALLENGERS X BRAT BOT RELEASE !!! (9/14/24) ⌢⠀ 🎾 .ᐟ

tashi duncan ・゜゜・．360. art and patrick ・゜゜・．club classics. art and tashi ・゜゜・．sympathy is a knife.

patrick zweig ・゜゜・．i might say something stupid. art donaldson ・゜゜・．talk talk. patrick and tashi ・゜゜・．von dutch.

patrick zweig・゜゜・．everything is romantic. art donaldson ・゜゜・．rewind. tashi duncan ・゜゜・．girl, so confusing (fem!user).

tashi duncan ・゜゜・．apple. patrick zweig・゜゜・．b2b. tashi duncan ・゜゜・．mean girls (fem!user).

art donaldson ・゜゜・．i think about it all the time. patrick zweig ・゜゜・．365. art donaldson ・゜゜・．hello goodbye.

art and patrick ・゜゜・．guess. tashi duncan ・゜゜・．guess. wlw. art patrick and tashi ・゜゜・．spring breakers.

got a request? go ahead and leave em here :) FIRST THANK U FOR 3.3K!! AAH!! i feel like i've gone insane all (brat) summer because i've been hyperfixated on both challengers and brat at the same time (that's what i get for seeing the movie on june 7th and coming straight home and listening to the album... yikes!) it's actually ridiculous how i still listen to brat all the way thru at least once a day... and these damn tennis players have not left my mind. crazy behavior, truly. BUT ENJOY THESE SM!!! had way too much fun making them, thanks for feeding into my interests lol. (btw the club classics + tashi guess bot are older/were prexisting bots, but i included them just in case. also fyi!!!! i did not do "so i" out of respect for SOPHIE. i really miss her a lot.)

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