Can you do a dom Tashi fic with a female reader? Need her! Lol
cw: went kind of wild with this, blindfolds, orgasm delay/denial, puppy play, mommy kink, slight bdsm, implied masochistic reader, stoplight system, shirt used as bondage, mentions of ropes/gags/fucking machines, infidelity, pain play, you can decide if the bonus implied poly part is canon to the story, feminization (one good girl bc i couldn’t hold it back), patrick catching strays 💀, canon typical mind games, extreme spanking mention, tashi being a good dom (+ off screen aftercare, trust), mention of cleaning her strap with your tongue, slight degradation, unedited, afab reader
“Mmfh- Tashi, slow down…” You whine, pausing your makeout session to her immediate disapproval. “I don’t think we should be doing this anymore.”
She rolls her eyes but she humors you and pulls back to sit on her heels. Tashi wonders what’s got you so worked up this time, but she knows she can take care of it and you’ll be back on her strap where you belong. Regardless of any “boyfriend.”
“What are you talking about?” She coos, rubbing your cheekbones with the sides of her thumbs and admiring how your eyes clearly want to flutter shut. “You’re not doing anything wrong, don’t worry about it.”
You bite your lip, stuffing your hands in between your thighs so you won’t want to chew on your nails, “But what about Patrick? Isn’t this cheating? I thought you guys were together.”
She doesn’t immediately say that you had your tongue all up in her pussy even when you apparently had that idea in your head. You’ve been fucking for months, so it’s kind of silly to be getting your panties in a twist over morals this late in the game. But you just don’t get it yet, that’s all. You don’t have the mindset for these kinds of things, not like Tashi does.
“How can we be together if he’s not here? What we had is as limp as his dick. Not like us, you’re so much better than him, babe.” She whispers, sliding her hands down to massage your shoulders “If he hasn’t gotten the hint by now, then that’s his own fuckin’ fault, you got that?”
The venom in her little speech by the end wasn’t directed at you, it could never be, but you’re taken aback by it all the same. You’re not the kind of person who’d take pleasure from knowingly helping someone cheat, but Tashi Duncan doesn’t need help to do anything. And at least you’re worth something to her, unlike Patrick who at least deserves a lazyily written instagram dm.
You decide to chalk it all up to whatever the fuck seems to be in the college air, “Yeah, Tash’ , I got it.”
Tashi bucks her hips and rubs the tip of her strap against the sheets, pulling you into her lap to straddle it. She captures your lips in a second, sloppier, kiss and smooths her palms over your ass. You keen at the sharp smacks she gives you as you grind on the fake cock, sucking on her tongue and clutching onto the back of her neck.
It’s Tashi who interrupts the kiss this time, to grab the nearby silk blindfold and slip it around your eyes. After a reassurance from you that you can’t see anything at all, she tugs your button up shirt down to tie your wrists behind your back. Not anything too tight, but the fancy ropes, toys, and gags are back at her place.
You give her the okay to keep going after wiggling around to test your restraints, rolling your eyes behind your blindfold when you rattle off the stoplight system like she asks you to. You’re grateful that she can’t see it, you would be bent over her lap and your ass would be black and blue if she did. Sometimes you ask for that type of play outside of you being a brat.
Tashi tells you that you did a good job and your pussy jumps at the praise. She laughs meanly at the sight and digs her nails into your ass cheeks, moving your hips into a slow grind.
She pats you on the ass, “Up, puppy. Time for your treat.”
You obediently lift your hips, hearing her move around so she can position the head of her cock at your entrance. Despite how much you want to just absoutely slam your hips down on her length and feel your ass jiggle around it, you know she wants you to go slow even though she prepped you with her fingers earlier. Your pussy’s genuinely so tight and has trouble with penetration, you need to take your time for Tashi’s peace of mind at least. Especially since your cock slut hole likes the more monster looking dildos.
“You’ve got this puppy, just relax for me. That’s it.-” Tashi says, keeping a firm grip on your hips and eyeing the inches of her strap being slowly devoured by your greedy cunt.
Not being able to see your surroundings hightens the feeling of Tashi’s cock spreading you open. You whine when you’ve finally taken all of her, thanks to your determination and her fingers playing with your nipples. You accept the quick kiss she lays on you and start bouncing without her go ahead, earning you a slap across your heaving tits that gets you wetter than when she had you go on a fucking machine.
You enjoy being able to moan freely, shrieking like a porn star as Tashi alternates between playing with your tits and your ass. She doesn’t even have to move, you need her so bad that your pure instinct is driving you to cream on the thick cock inside you. You’re slicking it up already, so when Tashi rubs furious circles into your clit and she knows you’re clenching, she harshly grabs your face.
“No cumming until I say so, you remember the last time you were a bad puppy don’t you?”
You do, she made you orgasm so much that by the time it was over, gun to your head you would’ve sworn that your clit fell off.
“I-i’ll be good, fuck! I can hold it, mommy, promise!” You babble, feeling tired already but keeping up your unsustainable jackhammer pace.
Tashi leans back on her hands and enjoys the show. Your eyes covered and your arms held behind your back, basically being unable to do anything but fuck yourself on her huge fake cock. She reverntly rubs your thighs up and down, hitting you when you need it and soothing the sting afterward. She keeps you dangling over the edge for what feels like hours to you before you’re tempted to embrace whatever punishment she’ll dish out after you cum.
Just when you think that you’re to fall apart beyond repair and all recognition, Tashi squeezes each of your tits and takes them into her mouth. She brings her fingers back to your clit and you could cry in relief because she only pulls out all the stops when she wants you to give her a nice long orgasm.
“Good puppy, you can do it, cum for me. Gush all over mommy’s cock, make her proud- just like that… oh, good girl, that’s it, let it all out. I want you to make a big mess for me, I know how much you like to clean mommy’s strap.” She coos, talking you through it while you meet God.
You fall asleep giving Tashi’s cock a tongue bath.
Bonus:
The latest texts between Tashi and Patrick are pages and pages of entire essays about what you look and sound like when you cum. They’d knew you’d feel too guilty about coming in between them to go after you together, so they’re working on a sort of trial run. But what Patrick doesn’t know is that Tashi could care less if you warm up to him like you have to her, she ‘saw you across the room and loved your vibe’ first. She’d still have you if you succumbed to Patrick’s eventual “I can’t believe she dumped me” sobbed story anyway.
She does love you, you’re her baby. Patrick’s a fun experiment in how desperate a man can get.
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✮ WANNA GO HIGHER ✮ challengers x fem!reader
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⋆💌⋆ TAGS - fem reader, drug usage (weed), fwb kinda situation, everyone is high but it’s all consensual, no established relationships, suggestive
wc- 686
The soft hum of rnb music filled the dimly lit dorm room, mingling with the heavy scent of marijuana. The glow from a lava lamp cast wavy and colorful shadows on the walls, creating an intimate and almost surreal atmosphere. The four of you sat in a circle on the floor, passing around a joint, your laughter and whispered secrets blending into the warm haze of the evening.
Tashi took a slow, deliberate drag, letting the smoke curl around her fingers before handing it off to you. She leaned back against a pile of mismatched pillows, her eyes half-lidded and sparkling with mischief.
“I swear, every time we do this, the world just feels... better,” she murmured, her voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down your spine.
You accepted the joint, your fingers brushing ever so slightly. The brief contact sent a jolt through you, who hid a smile by taking a deep hit. The smoke filled your lungs, warm and inviting, before you exhaled slowly. "You always know how to set the mood, Tash," you replied, your voice low and flirtatious.
Across from you, Patrick watched the exchange with a lazy grin. He leaned closer to Art, who was nestled comfortably against his side. Art’s hand absently traced patterns on the brunette's thigh, the simple touch making Patrick’s heartbeat quicken. "Doesn’t she, though?" Patrick said, his voice a rumble that vibrated through the blonde’s touch. "Our Duncanator is a master of ambiance."
Tashi's eyes sparkled with amusement. "I aim to please," she teased, her gaze lingering on you a moment longer than necessary. She reached for the joint, but you held it just out of reach, a playful smirk on your lips.
"What's the magic word?" you teased, your tone light but your eyes dark with intent.
Tashi leaned in, her lips dangerously close to your ear. "Please," she whispered, her breath hot against your sweaty skin.
The tension in the room thickened, the air heavy with more than just smoke. Art shifted slightly, the movement drawing Patrick's attention. He turned his head, capturing his lips in a slow, languid kiss that tasted of weed and desire. Art’s fingers tightened on Patrick’s thigh, a soft moan escaping the blonde's swollen lips as Patrick deepened the kiss.
You finally handed the joint to Tashi, your fingers brushing once more. This time, the touch lingered, a silent promise hanging between the two of you. Tashi's lips curled into a knowing smile as she took a drag, the smoke curling sensuously around her face. She exhaled, the smoke drifting towards you as you watched her with a hungry gaze.
"Looks like we're not the only ones enjoying the vibe," Art murmured, pulling back from Patrick just enough to speak. Art’s blue eyes darted to the other half of his quartet, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
Patrick chuckled, his hand slipping under Art’s shirt, tracing the lines of his muscles. "Seems that way," he agreed, his voice a rough whisper. He pressed a kiss to his neck, savoring the taste of Art’s skin.
The joint made its way back to you, who took a long drag before passing it to Art. Your eyes never left Tashi's, the charged silence between you speaking volumes. She leaned forward, her hand finding your thigh, her touch burning through the fabric of your thin tennis shorts.
"Maybe we should make this a regular thing," Tashi suggested, her voice a low, seductive murmur.
You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening under her touch. "I think I'd like that," you replied, your voice barely more than a breath.
Art shifted again, turning to face Patrick fully. His hands roamed freely, exploring familiar territory with renewed fervor. Patrick’s fingers tangled in Art’s sun kissed curls pulling him closer for another searing kiss.
The room pulsed with heat and smoke, the boundaries between friends blurring into something more. As the night wore on, the haze thickened, enveloping you all in a cocoon of warmth and desire. It was a night of shared secrets, lingering touches, and the intoxicating blend of weed and whispered promises.
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i'd let her fuck me with a racket
fandom: challengers (2024)
rating: explicit
relationship: art donaldson/tashi donaldson/patrick zweig
additional tags: alternate universe - canon divergence, pegging, strap-ons, you count a tennis racket as a strap on? i do, anal sex, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, analingus, safe sex, barebacking, (they only got 2 condoms and use 1 for the tennis racket), top tashi, bottom patrick, top art, top patrick, bottom tashi, plot what plot/porn without plot
words: 6,799
chapters: 1/1
Tashi says, soft as an apology, “I have to go.”
A line of spit snaps between Art and Patrick, and Patrick is staring at her and looking like he’s given up, like he’ll just let the blood-thumping moment of glorious, untold possibility pass them by.
Art swallows the first plea that eternally lives in his chest, and instead says, “But Patrick told me he’d let you fuck him with a racket.”
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