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good luck charm

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖽!𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖽𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖽!𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 4,474 words; 24,496 characters

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: penis in vagina sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), fucking on a couch, praise kink, pet names, cursing, art is lowkey kind of a freak here, oral fixation, needy! art donaldson, established relationship, lovesick fools, brief mentions of future plans yada yada ya, reader is also a tennis player.

𝗮/𝗻: hey... i'm ovulating right now so i had to crank out another art donaldson smut fic. i am genuinely obsessed with the man, it's a little scary. but, i am actually starting to write smut more and mayhaps have another art fic coming out soon that involves a kitchen countertop... anyways. this is a medium length piece, not as long as the other art donaldson smut fic, but still a decent read (I hope). Don't be a ghost reader, and if you have any requests for anything, feel free to dm me.

Art loved you. You were always there for him. In the stands at every match, patching up minor scrapes after a fall. You were always there when he needed you.

He craved your attention like a drug, like it was the oxygen he needed to breathe. A bit needy, in your eyes. But you never minded.

"But you always come to my matches."

He had a small frown on his lips, his hands gripping your waist as you stood in front of him, your hands gently massaging the nape of his neck.

You smile softly at him and his antics. "I know, but I have my own match tomorrow. I can't miss it."

His pout deepened, whining a bit as he pulled you down on the couch next to him, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you onto his lap, making you straddle his thighs.

"But you're my good luck charm," he whined again, burying his head in the crook of your neck, lips planting gentle kisses over your skin.

Your breath hitches slightly at the feeling of his lips against your skin, but you still manage to speak. "Y- you don't need luck. You're a good player, baby."

He continues kissing, moving upwards to the spot on your neck that he knew you loved, his hands running up your thighs, slowly but teasingly.

"Sure, I don't need luck, but I want it," he mumbled against your skin, his hands now slipping under the hem of your shirt, calloused fingers tracing patterns along your sides.

Your head instinctively tilts back to give him better access to your neck, as you struggle to focus on anything other than Art's mouth pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your skin. "Are we really... talking about this right now? It's hard to... think rationally right now."

His lips curved into a smirk as he nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck, knowing full well the effect he was having on you. His hands continued to wander, moving higher on your sides, thumbs gently rubbing over your ribs.

"Thinking never got anyone anything, sweetheart," he whispered, his warm breath against your skin doing nothing to help your current state of arousal.

His lips slowly make their way to your ear, his mouth nipping at the lobe before he spoke again.

"Besides, thinking is overrated. You should just 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭."

With that, his hands found your waist again, and in a swift motion he had you pinned against the couch, his body hovering over yours as he looked down at you with darkened eyes.

His mouth continued its work down your neck, moving along your jaw until he reached your lips, his mouth claiming your own in a deep, passionate kiss.

Art shifts, trapping your legs between his as he grinded his hips against yours, a low growl escaping him as he continued to devour your mouth.

You gasp into his mouth at the sensation, hands holding onto the side of his stomach. You're breathless, hungry for him.

He takes advantage of your gasp, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth and exploring every inch of you.

His hands move lower, finding the hem of your shirt and starting to tug at the fabric. He breaks the kiss to pull the shirt over your head, tossing it aside before his eyes roamed over your exposed skin.

He leaned down, his mouth returning to your neck, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses down your collarbone and between your breasts.

"You taste so good," be murmured, his fingers tracing over the lace of your bra, teasing you as he moved lower to your stomach.

His hands went back to your hips, holding you in place as he continued to shower your skin with kisses. He moved down your stomach, his lips tracing the lines of defined muscles, marking you as his own.

He could feel you squirming under him, your breathing becoming ragged, and he couldn't help but smirk against your skin. He loved having you like this, all flushed and needy, completely at his mercy.

Art's hands moved behind your back, easily finding the clasp of your bra and freeing you from the lace. He pulled away from your stomach to look at you, his eyes roaming over your exposed chest, a hungry glint in his gaze.

"So beautiful," he whispered, his calloused fingers gently tracing the curves of your body. The way he was looking at you made you feel exposed. Vulnerable. It was something only he could make you feel. You were okay with that.

His mouth was on you again, his lips attaching to one of your breasts, teasing and pinching your sensitive flesh. His teeth latch on to your pebbled nipple, nibbling on the hardened bud.

He heard you moan, the sound going straight to his groin, making him grind against you again, trying to get some friction.

He pulled away, his breath hot on your skin as he spoke. "You like that, sweetheart?"

He watched as you tried to nod, your eyes half-lidded, your body arching up against his touch.

He chuckled under his breath, his thumb and forefinger gently pinching your nipple.

"Use your words, baby."

You bite your lip slightly, trying to form a coherent thought, chest flushed and littered with love bites, gaze hazy as you look at him. "Y- fuck, yes-"

He smiled at your response, pleased with the sound of your voice as you spoke.

"That's a good girl," he murmured, his mouth continuing its journey down your stomach, his teeth nipping at the skin.

He moved lower, his lips trailing over the waistband of your sweatpants, his hands pushing the fabric down your legs.

He sat back for a moment, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in the sight of you sprawled out on the couch, completely exposed to him.

He smirked, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as he leaned back down, his mouth attaching to the inside of your thigh.

He left a trail of kisses up your thigh, his teeth gently biting at the sensitive skin. His hands held your hips down, keeping you in place as he slowly but surely made his way to your core.

He inhaled deeply, the scent of you driving him on as his tongue slowly traced over your folds, tasting you. He'd thought about being mean, teasing you, but his own desire overruled that thought process.

He heard you gasp, your body arching against his mouth, and he couldn't help but smirk against you, knowing how wet you were for him.

He continued to explore you with his mouth, his tongue swirling and tasting as he found the spots that made you moan and jerk against him. His hands kept you in place, his strong fingers gripping your hips as he worked you into a frenzy.

You felt like you were floating, the pleasure making your head spin. God, he was fucking good at this.

One of your hands grips his hair, while the other squeezes your breast, giving you that extra stimulation. Your head lolls back against the couch, half delirious and hazy, as you let out needy whines and moans.

"Art- Art, fuck- s' good... so good..."

His mouth never left its place between your legs as he heard you call his name, the sound going straight to his cock. He hummed against you, the vibrations against your sensitive cunt making you squirm even more, your hand in his hair tugging at the locks.

He pulled away for a moment, his mouth slick and shiny with your arousal as he looked up at you.

"That's right, sweetheart. You're being so good for me," he purred, his voice gravelly and low from arousal.

His mouth returned to you, his tongue picking up its pace as he devoured you. He could feel you getting closer, your body tensing, moans growing louder and more frequent.

He held you down even more, his fingers gripping your hips almost painfully as he pressed you into the couch, his mouth never stopping its relentless assault.

Your moans are rising in pitch, voicing his name repeatedly like a prayer. Your cunt is clenching around his tongue, and your chest is heaving up and down. You're going to cum very soon, and he knows it.

He could feel you getting closer, your body practically shaking with need. He doubled his efforts, his tongue working overtime as he pushed you higher and higher.

He looked up at you, watching the expressions of ecstasy on your face as he brought you right to the edge.

"That's it, that's my girl. Come for me," he growled against you.

His words combined with his tongue send you careening into your peak, hips canting up, core clenching, moaning his name almost pornographically.

"Oh, god- fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- s' good to me, Art-"

He keeps mouthing at you through your climax, prolonging it by never letting up his efforts. He loved this, the feeling of you coming undone under him, the sound of his name leaving your lips in between gasps and moans.

He pulled away once he was sure you were spent, but he couldn't help but tease you just a bit more, his tongue darting out to swipe up the last bit of your arousal.

You whine, hips twitching at the overstimulation. Your gaze is hazy, lips bitten, eyes dilated, as your head tilts back against the couch, half delirious from your orgasm.

He watches you for a moment, a satisfied smirk on his face as he moved up your body, gently pressing a kiss to your stomach before capturing your lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

He pulls back to look at you again, his hand cupping your face.

"You're so pretty like this," he murmured, his thumb tracing your bottom lip where it was bitten red.

As Art's thumb presses into your mouth, your tongue darts out to trace it. He swallows hard as he slips his middle and ring finger into your mouth, and you keep eye contact with him as you suck on his digits, eyes blown wide with desire.

He watches you intently, the way your lips wrap around his fingers and your tongue swirls around them nearly making him shiver in anticipation.

He leans forward, his mouth hovering over your ear as he speaks, his voice low and seductive.

"You look so good with your mouth full, sweetheart."

You moan around his fingers, tongue still coating his fingers with saliva. You've always been a sucker for praise, especially from him.

He chuckles quietly at your response, his eyes darkened with lust as he watches you take his fingers deeper into your mouth.

"You like that, don't you? You like it when I tell you how good you are?"

He pushes his fingers deeper, his other hand holding the side of your neck, thumb rubbing over the skin gently.

You moan again, eyes fluttering. You both have a heavy oral fixation, you know it, and he knows it, too. Your hands go down to his jeans, fingers grazing over his erection. You want to please him, too, just as he had done for you.

He can feel your hand on his jeans, the gesture not going unnoticed as he sees your eyes flutter. He growls lowly, the sound somewhere between a laugh and a moan.

"You want to take care of me too, sweetheart? You want to show me how good you can be for me?"

You whine, needy and uninhibited. You want to make him feel good, too. Your mind is fuzzy with only one thing, him.

He smirks faintly, watching you get lost in the feeling, the sound of your whine making his cock twitch inside the denim confines.

"Alright, baby," he purrs, taking his fingers out of your mouth and gently lifting your chin with his hand.

"You know what to do, don't you?"

You're quick to discard him of his jeans and shirt, and underwear, as you lightly push him back on the couch, his legs spread. You settle in between his legs, on your knees on the floor, sucking and biting the skin of his thighs and hipbones, your slender hands pressing down gently on his thighs.

His head rolls back at the feeling of your lips and teeth on his skin, a low moan leaving his lips. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, his muscles tensing as your touch sends jolts of pleasure through him.

"That's it, sweetheart," he gasps breathily, his grip on the couch tightening. "You're so good to me."

One of your hands move to cup his base, squeezing gently, and you begin to leave teasing kitten licks at the top, the other hand gripping his thigh.

Art hisses at the feeling of your hand on him, his hips involuntarily bucking at the contact, his toes curling against the carpet.

"Fuck..." he gasps, his hands finding your hair and fisting the locks, trying to control himself. "You're playing a dangerous game, sweetheart."

When your tongue runs up from his base to his tip, and flattens against his slit, he nearly loses it. And you haven't even put your mouth over him fully yet.

His eyes are squeezed shut, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his hands trying to ground himself in your hair. He's never felt so wound up, so worked up, the touch of your tongue making him lose his mind.

"Baby-" he gasps, his head rolling back against the couch. "I- I won't last if you keep this up."

When your mouth closes around him, his mind goes blank. It's so warm, so soft, so good. Your tongue is swirling around his slit now, hands gripping his legs as you take him in fully.

Art can't think, can't form a coherent thought, can't do anything except feel the sensation of your mouth on him. His hips twitch, his hands gripping your hair tighter, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps and moans.

"Oh, god-" he gasps, his back arching off the couch slightly. "That's- that's good- s' so good, sweetheart-"

It isn't long before his hips are stuttering forward into your mouth, and you're taking it like it's nothing, mouth wrapped around his cock. You aren't letting up, and he's on the cusp.

He knows he can't hold on much longer, the pleasure building higher and higher, his hips involuntarily bucking into your mouth, needing more friction.

"I- I'm gonna-" he chokes out, his hands gripping your hair tighter again. "I'm gonna- sweetheart, I-"

After a few seconds, you ease off, and he scrambles to get himself the rest of the way off. His hand frantically moves up and down, he's so close, so, so close- he cuts himself off with a strangled moan as he cums, releasing on his hand, and all over your chest, dripping down the valley between your breasts.

He can barely catch his breath, his chest heaving as he comes down from his high, his body shaking slightly from the aftershocks.

He looks down at you, a mixture of satisfaction and awe in his eyes as he takes in the sight of you, your chest covered in his release. The sight nearly does him again.

"You're- you're amazing, sweetheart," he gasps, his voice hoarse from the strained vocal chords. "So fucking good to me."

You look at him then, eyes hooded and half-lidded. Then, you take your index and middle finger, scooping up his creamy spend on them, and suck your digits clean, all while keeping eye contact with him.

𝘖𝘏 𝘔𝘠 𝘎𝘖𝘋. He could come again just from watching you.

Art's eyes widen as he watches you, a guttural moan escaping his lips. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?"

He reaches down, grabbing you by the upper arms and pulling you up onto his lap, his mouth finding yours in a desperate, messy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.

You moan into his mouth, hands cupping his face, hips rolling against his. God, you're soaked, he can feel the wetness against his exposed cock.

He breaks the kiss, his mouth trailing down to your neck, biting and sucking at the skin, leaving his mark on you. His hands are on your hips, gripping them tightly, helping you move against him.

He can feel how wet you are, how much you want him, and it drives him wild.

"You want me, sweetheart?" he murmurs against your neck, his breathing ragged. "You want me inside you?"

You gasp, tilting your head back to give him better access to your neck. His cock is hitting the right spots to make you squirm, and that's all you can think about.

"Yes- fuck, please- need you-"

He smirks against your skin, his hands roaming all over your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"You need me, huh?" he teases, his mouth now on your ear, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. "You want me to fill you up, sweetheart?"

Your voice takes on a high and breathy tone, bordering on begging. At this point, you are.

"Please, please- I need- need you to fucking fill up- Art-"

He leans back slightly, his eyes roaming over your body, raking over every inch of skin. He takes in the sight of you, desperate and needy on top of him, and it takes all his self-control not to give in right then and there.

He captures your mouth in a rough, hungry, messy kiss, mostly teeth clashing and tongues licking into each other's mouths.

"Get on your knees, baby."

You do as he says, as he places a cushion under your hips. Always thoughtful, he is, even when he's completely feral for you.

He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to your spine, as he positions you comfortably and prepares you.

He takes his time, his mouth and hands roaming over your back, leaving a trail of kisses and bites in their wake.

He positions himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips, his breaths hot on your skin as he speaks.

"You ready for me?"

You nod so fast he swears you could've given yourself whiplash, moaning softly, needily. "Yes, yes- please-"

He holds your hips steady, his cock pressing against your entrance, teasing ever so slightly.

He leans down, his chest pressed against your back, his mouth by your ear.

"Take a deep breath and relax," he murmurs, his voice almost sultry.

He takes a moment to let you adjust, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your hips, waiting until you give him the okay to continue.

When you do, he pushes into you slowly, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. It's a struggle to not start pounding into you immediately, but he's coherent enough to recognize you need a minute.

You moan once he fully bottoms out, your hands curling into the fabric of the couch, arching up against him. You feel so full, so stuffed.

Art holds you close, his chest pressed against your back, his mouth leaving tender kisses on your shoulder. He takes a moment to gather himself, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

"You okay, sweetheart? M' not hurting you?" he asks, his voice thick with arousal, his hands on your hips holding you still.

You take a second to adjust to the stretch, and when you feel like you're ready, you tell him. "I'm good. Y- you can move."

He nods against you, his hand coming up to gently grab onto your hair, pulling lightly to get your attention.

"I want you to look at me. Can you do that for me?"

He watches as you turn your head to look at him, your face flushed and your eyes hazy with desire.

"That's my girl," he praises, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. "Now hold on tight."

Within a second, he's pulled out, turned you over so you're on your back, and gone back in. He wants to see your face as he makes you feel good. And you already look wrecked.

He looks down at you, his eyes scanning your face, taking in every little expression— the way your mouth hangs open, how your eyes flutter shut, the moans and gasps leaving your lips.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs, his hands coming up to cup your face, holding your head in place so he can watch you come apart under him.

He continues to move, slowly at first, his eyes never leaving your face, taking in every reaction you have to his every touch and movement.

He watches as the pleasure builds within you, your body arching up towards him, your hands coming up to cling to his shoulders.

He leans down, his mouth finding yours in a deep, messy kiss, his tongue delving into you, tangling with your own.

He feels your legs come up, wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer, deeper, the new angle making him let out a guttural moan.

You moan into his mouth, as he hits a deeper angle inside, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving half crescent moons in their wake. The room is warm, not only from the hot summer air, but also the heat coming off of both your bodies.

He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as his breaths come out in ragged gasps. He can feel your nails dig into his shoulders, and the stinging sensation only serves to drive him wilder.

"You're so good to me," he pants, his hands roaming over your body, tracing over every curve and contour. "So goddamn good to me."

He quickens his pace, his hips snapping forward harder and rougher, his eyes locked on yours, not wanting to miss a single expression.

He can't even think coherently anymore. All he can focus on is you. How you feel, how you look. Every noise that is drawn out of you with each thrust of his hips.

He can feel his own release building, the pleasure coiling in the pit of his stomach like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment.

He continues to move, his motions growing sloppy and erratic as he begins to lose himself to the sensation.

"I'm gonna-" he gasps, his voice strained and uneven. "I'm gonna-"

He's determined to bring you over the edge first. He reaches down in between your bodies, thumb finding your clit, and applying pressure.

You moan, eyes fluttering, lips parting, jaw going slack. Your nails dig into his shoulders, as you clench around him. You're so close, he can feel it.

The feeling of your walls clenching around him drives him insane, the moans and gasps escaping your lips only adding to the sensation.

He keeps up the pressure with his thumb, his own release building, his muscles tense and taut with effort, but he refuses to let go until you've come undone first.

"That's it, sweetheart," he gasps, his voice low and rough. "Come for me. Let me see you come apart."

"F- fuck- Oh, oh god-" His thrusts hit just the right spot inside you, and it sends you careening over the edge, eyes rolling back, voicing his name over and over like a prayer.

He watches as you fall apart beneath him, your body writhing and trembling, the sight of you coming undone pushing him right to the edge.

His movements become erratic, his hips stuttering as he clings onto the precipice, the sensations almost too intense.

"Oh god-" he moans, his voice trembling. "Gonna- I'm gonna-"

When you clench around him again, it's enough to finish him off. He moans hoarsely, hips thrusting through his own release.

His release hits him like a freight train, his hips stilling, his body shuddering with the intensity of it. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps against your skin.

"Fuck-" he pants, his grip on you tight, his whole body shaking from the aftershocks.

He tries to catch his breath, his body still slumped over you, his heart racing in his chest. He lifts his head up slightly to look at you, and god, the sight of you, so utterly wrecked and breathless, nearly does him in again.

You look down at him, eyes hazy and filled with affection, as your hand comes up to gently card through his sweaty hair.

He practically melts under your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he lets out a contented sigh.

He moves slowly, carefully pulling out of you, trying not to hurt you. He then collapses beside you on the couch, his head resting on your stomach.

"You're going to be the death of me, y'know that?" he mumbles sleepily, his voice rough but fond.

You laugh quietly, a faint smile appearing on your face. "That wouldn't be so bad, would it?"

No, it wouldn't. It really wouldn't, he thinks. You are marked with love bites, put there by him, you're this wrecked because of him. You love him.

He grins at your comment, his eyes drifting up to take in the sight of your marked skin. He feels a sense of pride at the sight of the love bites he left behind, a silent claim that you were his.

He lifts himself up, propping himself up on his elbow so that he's staring down at you, his gaze soft but possessive.

"You're right," he answers quietly, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. "It wouldn't be so bad at all."

The adrenaline is wearing off, and you're both tired. Art can feel his eyelids drooping, the allure of sleep calling to him. And you're not faring much better, drowsy and content being here.

He can tell you're just as tired as he is, both of you coming down from the adrenaline high and now feeling the exhaustion seeping into your bones.

He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush against his chest. He burrows his face into your hair, inhaling the scent of you.

"Let's take a nap," he murmurs sleepily. "Just a little one. We can clean up later."

You hum softly in agreement, body perfectly melding into his. As Art drifts off, he's only thinking about how much he never wants this to end. He never wants to stop having you.

The last thing he remembers as he slips into unconsciousness is the feeling of your body against his, the sound of your breaths, and the gentle beat of your heart.

He falls asleep dreaming of a life with you, filled with love, laughter, and happiness. And he knows, deep down, that he'll do anything to make those dreams a reality.

[seths-rogens]

cardboard houses, cardboard hearts | M | 1.9k | ao3

should’ve been finishing my infidelity au, but instead the cardboard joe cutout i was given inspired me to crank this out in one sitting,, anyway, please enjoy :)

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Eddie often thanks God that he took the leap and moved to Indianapolis after he finally graduated high school. Not that he really believes in God. Just… figure of speech and all. Though, maybe he’d believe in God if they were a metalhead with tatties and an eyebrow piercing, but he thinks that might ruin their image honestly.

He’s getting off topic.

Eddie often thanks God for Indy in moments like these. Moments where he has a fucking beautiful man pinned to his own front door, strong, thick fingers tangling in his hair as Eddie desperately tries to fit his key into the lock. He shoves his thigh between Pretty Man’s legs - he didn’t catch his name - and presses upwards. Pretty Man whines, grinding down and making it all that more difficult to unlock the goddamn door.

“Hold on, Sweetheart. I just gotta-“ Eddie bites back a groan as Pretty Man kisses down his neck, sucking a bruise over his pulse as the key finally slips into the lock. Chrissy’s never gonna let him live the marks down.

He’s surprised he picked anyone up tonight at all. He’d gone to a concert alone for once, as Chrissy was staying at her new girlfriend’s place, and Gareth and Jeff weren’t the biggest fans of his guilty pleasure artist ‘King S’.

And honestly? In any other world. Eddie wouldn’t be either.

King S isn’t his usual style. Where Eddie usually loves a hard drumline, thrashing guitars and lyrics you can only scream, King S is all soft melodies and crooning vocals set to slow drum beats.

He’d stumbled upon him completely by accident, honestly. It’d been a slow day at the record store Eddie manages. He’d been there for nearly five hours and so far he’d only served maybe three customers - and two of those customers were an old couple shopping for their granddaughter. So he’d picked the first magazine he could reach off the stand by the counter, and flipped it open to a random page.

It’d been an interview with King S, who’d just released his first album at the time. He was talking about his inspiration for making music - his best friend and little brother who, he’s quoted as saying, ‘always ragged on him when he played his pop shit in the car’ - and the meaning behind his stage name - reclaiming an old high school nickname he’d been given after his brief stint as a bit of a mean girl, though now he promises he’s using it for good.

He’d flipped the page to find a double page spread of King S curled up in a bathtub. His eyes were squeezed shut through the lacy masquerade mask that was supposedly his staple (no one knew his real identity after all). His hair was messy and flying all over the place. He was…

He was naked. Or at least that’s how it seemed.

His arms and legs were bare, the black and white photo only emphasising the toned curves of the muscles in his arms and back and the dark hair covering those lush thighs.

Call him obvious but Eddie had been intrigued. He knew they’d received a new shipment of records that morning that weren’t supposed to be hitting the shelves until the next day, so he figured what the hell!

Ten minutes later, elbow deep in a shoddily painted green wooden crate, Eddie emerged victorious with King S’s debut album ‘Robins and Tadpoles’ in his hands.

The album cover was two people’s hands clasped together, matching ice cream cone tattoos on both wrists. There was a little dedication on the back. To R & D.

He took it out to the turntable on the shop floor and dropped the needle. When the soft music started, he was hesitant, but as the album moved on he quickly realised he was hooked.

He’d gone into the shop bright and early the next day - on his day off no less - and bought the album. Only slightly laughing at the look on Mike’s - part time Lit student, part time cashier, full time grump - face.

That had been two years ago, and Eddie had been solidly on the King S train since.

Sure, Gareth and Jeff - and Grant too when he was in town - would tease him about abandoning his people, about betraying the freaks and the weirdos, but really they supported his love for the artist, even if they didn’t quite get it.

So when King S announced a stop in Indy on his second album tour, the guys (and Chrissy) had banded together to get him tickets as an early 26th birthday present. Except when the day came, they were all busy, so he went by himself.

He didn’t mind really, was just happy to be there to appreciate the music. (And the man himself, Eddie has eyes, come on now.)

Elated and feeling just a little self fulfilled after the concert, Eddie had gone to his favourite queer/metal bar, Crash. He’s picked people up there before, sure, but they’ve all been metalheads, just like him, and as many of his friends have said in the past, he’s cursed to have the hots for the preppy jock types.

Usually, that’s not the type of guy he’d find in Crash. Tonight was different.

Eddie had been sat at the bar, thinking about King S’s arms beneath the crimson sweater he wore on stage, when a gorgeous man had stepped up beside him to buy a beer. The man was wearing a dark, charcoal coloured t-shirt under a light grey Members Only jacket, paired with light blue levi’s.

Eddie kinda felt his jaw hit the floor. Could this be the perfect end to the perfect night?

This brings us back to now. Eddie finally pushes the door open, swings Pretty Man around and pushes him back against it.

He drops his keys somewhere. It doesn’t matter. He’ll find them tomorrow.

They’re grinding fast against one another now, only their harsh, panting breaths filling the silence of Eddie’s apartment. Eddie slides his hand into Pretty Man’s hair, tugs on this side of too hard. Pretty Man moans, loud, almost echoing, and tilts his head to the side, baring his neck for Eddie to defile.

Eddie leans in, presses his lips to those two little moles, and—

“What the fuck?”

Eddie pulls back to look at Pretty Man’s face. He’s still, not looking at Eddie, instead staring with wide eyes into the open plan of Eddie’s living room.

Eddie follows his gaze and… Oh. Yeah. He forgot about that.

See the King S tickets hadn’t been Eddie’s only birthday gift. He knew this would come back to bite him in the ass, but his friends thought it was hilarious. Eddie thinks they’re assholes.

Because Pretty Man is staring at a life size cutout of King S, standing by the wall.

Eddie winces, pulls away. This guy might not look like a metalhead, but he was in a metal bar, there’s no way he listens to King S. He’s gotta come up with an explanation for this, and fast.

“Um, yeah… About that… would you believe me if I said I didn’t buy it?” He asks sheepishly, avoiding Pretty Man’s eyes.

“You’re a fan?” Pretty Man asks, except he sounds dejected, which Eddie thinks is weird. And actually? Fuck this guy. He’s allowed to like whatever he wants.

“Yeah, man. What’s wrong with that? Maybe it’s not for everyone but King S actually makes really good music.” He gets more than a little defensive, takes a step back and crosses his arms over his chest.

“No, no… that’s not what I meant.” Pretty Man raises his hands placatingly.

“Then what did you mean?”

Pretty Man sighs, rubs a hand over his face. “Don’t you recognise me?”

Eddie furrows his brow in confusion. “Do I like, know you or something?”

Pretty Man raises his eyes to the ceiling like this is difficult. “Really? Nothing?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t…” Pretty man nods, sighs, and then walks past Eddie further into the apartment. “Hey, you can’t just—“

“How about now?” Pretty Man asks, stopping right next to the cardboard cut out.

Eddie flits his eyes between the man and the cut out, trying to understand what Pretty Man is getting at until he sighs again, pulls down the sleeve of his jacket to reveal…

A tattoo of an ice cream cone, and suddenly it all clicks.

Oh. Oh no. That’s… oh holy ever loving fuck.

“Holy shit!” Eddie exclaims, pointing frantically between Pretty Man and the cardboard. “You’re King S!”

“Yeah. It’s uh, Steve, actually.” Pretty Man, King S, Steve nods, seeming much more shy than he was ten minutes ago. He’s curled his arms around himself, trying to make himself shrink. Eddie feels bad.

“Did you think I was trying to sleep with you because you’re famous?”

“I mean, weren’t you?” Steve won’t meet his eye. Instead he’s staring around the room, taking in all the little details of Eddie’s life.

Eddie takes a step towards him. “No, man. I just thought you were pretty, that’s all.”

“You really didn’t know who I was?” Though he still looks unsure, Steve finally meets his eye.

Eddie shakes his head, coming to a stop in front of Steve. “I didn’t even buy that thing, dude. My friends thought it would be funny because you’re like, the only non-metal artist I listen to.”

Steve smiles at that. He really is so pretty, Eddie can’t help but think. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, man. Heard your first album right after it came out and I was hooked!” Eddie laughs softly. “I used to be a little bit narrow minded when it came to music, but I heard yours and it’s like the world of music blasted wide open.”

A pretty pink blush spreads its way across Steve’s cheeks. “Oh, uh… That’s really cool. I’m glad you like it.”

“I was at your show tonight, actually.”

“You were?”

“Yeah!” He shrugs. “I used to play in a band in high school, we were never very good but I liked to think I had good stage presence, right?” Steve nods and Eddie grins, leaning in a little. “I was nothing compared to you. It was fucking electric, I felt like my skin was buzzing.”

Steve’s smile seems to grow even wider. He sways forward into Eddie’s space, almost unconsciously. “This might be crazy, but do you wanna start over? Forgo the one night stand and just, I don’t know, get coffee or something? I know this cute little 24 hour place, Victoria Street, it’s only a couple blocks away.”

Eddie narrows his eyes a little. “Stevie… barely anyone knows Victoria Street. Are you, dare I say it… local?”

Steve’s cheeks darken even further. “Maybe.”

Eddie laughs. “Then, I’d love to start over. I wanna get to know you as Steve, not King S.”

Steve slips his hand into Eddie’s, tugs him

back towards the door. “God, how much do you know..?”

“I may have read a couple interviews.”

Steve groans, embarrassed, as the door clicks shut behind them.

Then, a few moments later. “Shit! My keys!”

The date goes well. As does the second, and the third, and so on, and so on. They’re officially exclusive by date 7.

Steve meets Chrissy and the boys on date 20. Eddie meets Dustin and Robin, right before date 45.

On date 94, Steve presents his third album to Eddie. There’s a different dedication on the back cover this time.

To E, my love.

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Gigi -the unbaked thots:

• Bath •

Summary: I’ve had so many requests for this universe (including a bath time which this includes) and I appreciate all of y’all’s patience. I find this universe the hardest to write for and create entire scenes and fics out of so in order to keep it from dying out I intend to loosen up a little and start throwing out headcanons for y’all to enjoy in the meantime, you can watch for them with this header above. For now enjoy a trash bit of nastiness I wrote in under an hour in the middle of the night last night -kudos to the minxs @eliseinmemphis and @stylespresleyhearted

Warnings: Explicit! 18+ Bath sexy times, grinding, fingering, praying during sex, age gap, slight degradation, voluntarily drinking bath water containing cum. Yup.

Era: September 1977

Well here they are. On the dreaded tour.

But for now -there are bubbles. So many bubbles. And the heavy rumble of the bath’s jets and the golden glow of the dimmed bathroom lights in the hotel suite and the slippery bulk of Elvis as he grumbles beneath Gigi while she writhes amidst the foam of his rinsed shampoo.

“Sloppiest lil rider I ever-“ his face is shining in a heated glow, he is awash in pink cheeked arousal and Gigi persists, wearing herself out for his little gasps and the twitches of an eyebrow here and there. Bouncing adamantly atop his thick thighs in the swirling water and trying her avid best to slip his fat length inside her. She’s been trying since day one and every time it’s

-“not yet, Gigi, not yet, s’posed to be special and you’re special baby girl, not somethin’ to rush with someone special like you, see, I uh, i-i-it’s special-“

Gigi thinks having his rock solid cock inside her would be special enough.

“ ‘member the other night,

daddy?” She asks him in a huff, winded from the exertion as she pins his throbbing length against himself and grinds her clit against the hairs on his rounded belly, full of desperation born of youthful overexubernace, “remember how -how - when you were teasing me -and you pressed against my little hole?”

Elvis lets out a long groan in reply, slapping his hands against the sides of the tub in sexual frustration, causing his rings to clank and his bracelets to jangle against the porcelain. He can feel himself swell even more, the ache in his balls nearly unbearable at the proximity to snug tightness that he’s been denying himself for a myriad of reasons that are making less and less sense now, the more Gigi’s glossy wet tits slap his face silly.

“Oooh, oh I feel you-“ she gasps, as that redundant piece of meat between his thighs gives a hearty little twitch at the memory of her tiny hole and it’s fluttering need.

“You son of a bitch,” Elvis hisses to his traitorous little friend who’s acting very stalwart in his determination to find nothing but a tight cunt sufficient stimulation for release -it was easier back when little Elvis was a limp and useless dong: “this is the one time i’m asking you not to work. C’mon, don’t fail me now I-I- hell… O-o-our father. Who art in heaven-“

Gigi buries her face into the steamy crease where his cheeks meet his throat and licks at the salt there that not even the bath can remove. His hands fly to grip her hips and he yanks her up and down, grinding harshly against her raw little center as her breasts smash against his broad chest.

He regularly complained to the boys about her voraciousness and got no sympathy, not even when they saw it for themselves with the way he could barely get his seat in the limo, have his water handed to him and a towel before she was taking off his belt, unzipping his jumpsuit and inevitably giving lil Elvis some strong mouth suction. The boys had gotten used to ignoring him dumping a load down this little girl’s throat in the blurry blaze of street lamp lit nights and cranking up the radio to hide her moans every jet flight. Nothing about it was fitting and it wasn’t even to his tastes -so Elvis insisted- but it was real nice to be so wanted, even if the voraciousness of it was all a little alarming and out of hand.

Yet, God knows Elvis wanted Gigi badly. It half scared him sometimes and the rest of the time it kept him alive.

As did Lisa in an entirely different way and between the two girls tearing up his sedate plans for self mortification and permanent hermitage, Elvis found some zest for life returning to his soul as August became September and tabloids went from calling Gigi “the new girl” to calling her his whore and the colonel went from not answering his phone to leaving a perpetual red light on the message box and it went from kisses and snuggles in his Graceland bed to frantic grinding like this after every show that had her caterwauling in his arms begging to be torn open by his cock and him grunting like a bear in heat as he spurted against her belly and smashed the button for the tub jets to stop.

Wouldn’t do to circulate superstar spunk in a Cincinnati hotel jacuzzi.

“Mmm, that feel good daddy?” her sweet voice asks as the singing angels dim and the sense of time and space and his spent cock bring him back into consciousness.

“Uhuh. Feels real good.” he admitted sheepishly and felt her plump lips pressing to his bashful grin.

He returns it, pouring his love into her with the cradling of her head in his hands and the flick of his tongue against hers and the languid massaging of lips.

Gigi swirls the milky strands of his spend in the bath water between them, giggly and invigorated. She gets this way after climaxing and Elvis can only blearily smile and indulge the way she drags him around and makes him stand and get out of the tub, how she pats him down with towels like he’s a boy child and chitters to him about backstage gossip, praises for his performance of the night and Tammy’s latest tips for making Jerry’s life a living orgasmic hell. All while pressing kisses to every single part of his body as she goes along.

She’s found goosey places on Elvis that he didn’t even know existed.

Gigi is drying his shoulders when she sees the last remnants of the tub water cycloning in a swirl towards the drain, precious pearly strings cavorting like ribbons in the eddy.

Her conversational chatter ceases abruptly with a regretful -“oh no!“

She drops the sodden towel.

He watches her kneel, crouched and bent and glorious in a soft line of naked beauty from the back. Thought his maidenly idyl is shattered as she faces away from him and in what seems to be an impulsive moment of adoration, Gigi leans over the tub, hard porcelain lip digging into her sternum as she ducks her head and dips her mouth to the tepid bathwater.

He can hear her slurping.

Her graceful bracing in position and the greedy working of her throat suggest competency at this vile practice that makes his stomach lurch and spent cock swell thickly against his thigh. Without autonomy he hears himself grunt appreciatively.

“Fuuuuck me.” he drawls in disbelief, shuffling closer to watch the whole of it, the working of her sweet mouth sucking up his diluted seman and the arch of her back showcasing pink little pussy lips glistening from the back.

It’s sick and he’s terribly in love.

“That’s my good baby girl,” he finds himself praising this heinous degradation, hand coming to rest on the dip of her lower back, “not lettin’ m’lil contrition go to waste.”

It makes her strain to get as deep in the tub as she can, legs taut and face red from the blood rushing downwards to her cheeks as she chases gravity against the flow of the drain, his hand heavy and encouraging as it palms her ass, the pinch of his rings and the grunting, savage, male appreciation for her wantonness making her squeeze her thighs together in hopeless dissatisfaction.

A sting jolts her as his hand collides in an approving slap across her plush backside. The desire to make him proud eggs her on and she crawls further over the ledge, hair dragging in the drain.

Elvis’ hand once groping her butt moves until he’s peeling her apart and sliding in the long lengths of his middle and ring finger into her tight heat, meanly stabbing inside her as she’s bent double, tonguing at the drain for the last of his essence.

“You done this before.” Elvis’ voice is low, without a shred of questioning.

“Yes.” she moans, rosy cheek pressed to the wet floor of the now empty tub. “I always do this when you leave some left over, daddy.”

Elvis watches his fingers sink into pink plushness again and again, rings acting like stoppers at each culmination, spearing her until Gigi is sobbing and spasming over the tub edge, mouth wide open screaming for him with a tongue white from his spend, as broken as he is over the need to fuck her.

Sore and puffy, he assumes he’s learned her a lesson.

Standing her back up tenderly with all gentlemanly grace, Elvis wipes at her slimy cheek with his hands, pleased to find her smile as irrepressible as ever, the only thing on this godforsaken tour that hasn’t disappointed him yet.

“When is soon?” she whines into his kisses as he presses against her, bath quite redundant with the way he has her pinned between the door and his weeping cock, freshly spluttering his devotion against her bare pubic mound like he’s twenty years younger and fit to be such a minx’s lover.

“What?” He questions, murmuring in happy confusion.

“You said you’d make love to me soon.” she insists like a child reminding their senile parent of promises for ice cream after a trip to the dentist. “When is soon?”

Elvis grins through his grunt as he slides against her puffy clit, effortless from her slick and close to coming from images of her drinking his bath- “Soon, little baby,” he pronounces with all the gravity of a wiseman and the authority of a deadly opponent who his hand engulfing her fragile jaw, “-means soon.”

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[whereianonymouslypostfics]

K.O.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~1.1k

Summary: Training quickly devolves into something more fun. Part 2 of Training. I’m jumping the gun because I have a feeling I know who’s going to win the poll. 👀 If not I have the other one done too 😉

A/N: :) 18+ only please 

Warnings: smut

You knew that you would end up regretting your cockiness almost immediately. Now; however, as you we lying on your back in the middle of the ring you realize that you probably should have been more gracious. That said, you couldn’t complain too much because the view from here was very nice.

Wanda was on top of you straddling your hips as she smiled down at you. She held your hands in hers, pinning them by your head as she looked to you with a smug grin.

“What was it you said about getting me underneath you?”

You have to clamp your mouth shut so you don’t groan at how poorly you’d judged your wife’s intentions. You shift slightly trying to roll her off you, but she just holds you down firmly as she tilts her head in question.

“I thought you were going to impress me, detka?”

You actually groan at this and you frown in frustration. You wait until Wanda shifts her weight before you try again to roll her over. You only partially succeed and Wanda manages to jump to her feet as soon as you do. You run at her and throw a punch that’s aimed at her shoulder because you couldn’t stand hitting Wanda in the face, but she dodges it easily and grabs your arm to pull you forward.

You almost lose your balance but you spin and side-step your wife so you end up behind her. You don’t get to try anything however before Wanda elbows you sharply in the stomach.

“Ow! Ruude.”

You double over and groan dramatically as Wanda just turns to face you with an unimpressed look. You just smile at her before holding out your hand that Wanda looks at with a frown. You wait until she grabs your hand and you shake it with a cheeky smile before you’re twisting your wife’s arm and kicking her knees out from under her.

Wanda hisses in more surprise than pain because you don’t crank on her arm as much as you normally would. She still has to take a moment to catch her breath when you push her forward so she’s staring at her knees.

“Give up yet?”

Wanda shakes her head before she goes to reach for something at her waistband. She ends up just turning and punching you in the stomach, but the message is clear.

“No because I can still stab you with this hand, Y/n.”

You sigh in defeat realizing your mistake before you nod in agreement. You pretend like you’re injured from Wanda’s ‘knife’ before falling onto your knees.

“Okay, that’s fair.”

Wanda watches more amused than anything else as you topple over with a dramatic groan and fall onto your back. You both realize in that moment that you’re not really in the mood to train. You thought you’d wanted to blow off steam, but you realize that there is a much more fun way to do this.

“You don’t seem very motivated, milaya.”

You smile as Wanda walks over towards you and reaches out a hand to help you up. You shrug as you admit that you’re not feeling it at the moment. Wanda just laughs at this as she pulls her hand away as she reconsiders. She takes advantage of your position on the ground and decides that she wants to humor you. Wanda’s on her knees and hovering over you before you can ask what’s on her mind. Her eyes are bright as she looks you over appreciatively before leaning in.

“Are you going to deprive me of watching you sweat because I was really looking forward to it?”

You are certainly sweating now as your wife kisses your cheek as she climbs on top of you with a smile. You hiss as she shifts against your hips before sliding up to settle on your stomach. You groan loudly as Wanda grinds against your tense muscles. You reach up to put your hands on her waist, but they’re only there for a millisecond before your wife pins them down.

“No touching.”

You open your mouth to argue, but Wanda cuts you off as she kisses you deeply. You moan as Wanda starts to rock against you more insistently. Your fingers flex and you consider trying to break free from your wife’s grasp, but Wanda reads your mind and holds you tighter. You break away from the kiss to breathe, and you can’t stop yourself from bucking your hips uselessly as you practically feel Wanda pulse against you.

“Fuck, Wands. You’re—”

You’d intended to say that she was amazing, that she looked beautiful from where she sat above you with her flushed face and parted lips. She bites her lip to stifle a breathy moan as she starts to move faster against you as her pleasure starts to peak.

“Mhmm, you feel so good, Y/n.”

Wanda’s eyes are squeezed shut so she can’t see your pained expression as you try to free your hands once again. Wanda stops what she’s doing despite it being torture for you both and she shoots you a stern look. You’re gasping for breath and nearly vibrating from the urge to reach out and touch, but you realize your mistake as soon as Wanda frowns at you.

“You’re being bad, detka. Do you want to see me come or not?”

That’s hardly a question and you nod furiously as Wanda shifts so she can hold your hands above your head. She leans over and pecks your lips before she starts rocking again.

“Stay.”

You do as you’re told and you desperately try to ignore the ache between your legs as your wife continues to use you to get off. It’s only a minute or so later that Wanda’s hips start to stutter and she lets out a gasp. Her body jerks to a stop and you feel her orgasm soak you through her leggings.

“Fuck.”

Wanda stills above you so she can catch her breath before she looks down at you with a smile. She kisses you again before releasing your hands which immediately go to her hips. She doesn’t argue this time and she kisses you thoroughly before she hisses as you squeeze your wife’s ass.

“Do you want to continue this upstairs?”

All you can think about is getting your hands on Wanda and watching her lose herself to her pleasure again and again. You quickly get to your feet with a nod and you help Wanda get out of the ring before quickly leading her out of the room with a grin.

“You know I do.”

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[asmomothedevil]

𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝘼𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙆𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙨𝙨/𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝘼𝙁𝘼𝘽!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝐚/𝐧: This is my first smut for the year and the first one in so long, I stopped because too much happened. So I’m gonna push myself to write and draw more nsfw content/smut. Anyway I’m gonna learn as I go along, enjoy the filthy smut!

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Reader is a massive brat & has a pussy in this fic, spit play, degradation, mating press, manhandling, cunnilingus, overstimulation, marathon sex mention, possessive remarks & thoughts, lastly Andrew has filthy whore thoughts

You just had to poke and poke at him didn’t you. First it was little things like teasing him by bending over in front of him so he can get a view of your ass. To bigger stuff like degrading or praising him during matches. Knowing damn well he’s stronger than you, but you didn’t care. You still pushed your luck with Andrew, not caring about the consequences of your actions. As long as it resulted in you getting fucked raw, it was all according to plan.

Now it reached a boiling point, it all started when you were lecturing him on your way back to your room. “Yeesh your rescue sucked that last match. Maybe the sight of my thighs really got your cock going huh?” Andrew’s grip on his shovel tighten, that should’ve been a sign to stop. But nope, you saw it as a signal to crank up your antics.

“Think with your brain not with your dick next time.” Within an instant, Andrew picks you up and pinned you to the wall. His shovel completely abandoned with a deafening clank. “Woah hey what’s the—?!” Andrew silences you by attacking your lips. Pushing you into a deep, tongue filled kiss. Your hands grabbed his cheeks with a need for more kisses. “Aah!” Andrew gently bites your bottom lip, in one fell swoop he has you over his shoulder. Picking up his shovel with his unoccupied hand.

You smirked to yourself knowing damn well, you’re getting exactly what you’ve wanted.

He tosses you on the bed, you giggled once you bounced on the mattress, you saw Andrew put his shovel away. He returns to you by pulling you by the hips and towering over you. Pulling you into another steamy kiss.

“This is what you wanted, I don’t want to hear any complaints.” Andrew breathed out in between kisses, his calloused gloved hand grabs your face with enough force. Pushing you to open your mouth and a glob of spit hits your tongue. “Ah!” You savored his spit, as you eagerly grind against his clothed cock.

“And I won’t hold back this time, you fucking brat…” You nodded, accepting and sealing your fate for the night. “Good…” He felt you wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Awww this hard over kisses? God you’re easy…” Andrew stripped you of all of your clothes except your underwear. A wet spot formed, Andrew shook his head at you. “You’re one to talk. Swallowing my spit and grinding against my dick…” He presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing it. You whimpered, the friction of the wet cotton against your sensitive clit was creating more precum to stain your underwear.

“I guess you were born to be a whore… Always craving sex like a succubus…” Andrew takes his thumb off your clothed clit and uses both hands to rip off your underwear. Finally revealing your naked cunt. “ANDREW REALLY?? Those were my favorite pa—AaaaAH!!” Andrew shuts you up by vigorously eating you out.

His nose firmly against your clit, his large tongue teasing to fuck your hole. “God… Fuck!” Moaning out his name like a prayer, it truly stoked the flames of his love and lust for you. His calloused gloved hands grip the fat of your thighs to keep you still. “Aahh! Haaah!! Ohh fuck Andrew..!” You gripped the blankets underneath as he continued to ravenously eat you out. Even after you came he kept going, making you dizzy as your brain short circuit.

Your poor cunt was puffy and slick with a mixture of your cum and his spit. “No… No more… Andrew…” You weakly whimpered out, twitching slightly from overstimulation. He merely rolls his eyes at you.

He removes his gloves first, removing his clothes bit by bit. Making a spectacle that serves only to fuel that desire to have his body against yours. His body was broad, but not very brawny. But has some muscle due to his job.

“You say that, but know that you can’t wait any longer…” He hauled your legs onto his broad shoulders, showing you that he’s ultimately the one in control.

Next thing you know is that Andrew is pressing you into the most nastiest mating press. Stretching your cunt deliciously around his thick, throbbing cock. “FUUUHH–UUCK!” You moaned out pathetically. Andrew laughed breathlessly at your sorry attempts to try and gain some semblance of control back from him.

Pleading for him to spare your sensitive pussy. His cold large hands squeeze the back of your thighs, keeping you in place.

“Ah, Ah Aahh… You’re just gonna lay there and take it. Release as many times as you need to… But know this, Ah—! I won’t stop until I’ve had my fill of you…” Andrew continues to drill his cock into you. Your walls tighten around him causing Andrew to laugh into your neck. The speed of his thrusts increased, as his grunts were soft and a stark contrast to how brutal he was to you.

You let out a high pitched moan as you felt the tip of his thick dick hit your cervix.

“AAGGH! AANNDREEW!!” He looks up lazily at you and gives you an impish smirk. His hands slithered down to grip your hips as he deepened his thrusts. Causing you to see stars.

You thanked whatever magic was at work that didn’t allow any of the survivors or hunters to get pregnant. “OH GOD! HAAH!! NNGHH!! FUCK FUCK!! DON’T CUM INSIDE ME!” You blurted out, not even aware of what you’d just said. Andrew laughed knowing damn well that’s not what you want.

He lifts his head from your neck just to look down at your blissed out face, the drool coming down the side of your lips to your cheek. As tears dripped down your face.

The sight causing him to continue thrusting deeper and harder. “You just won’t shut up–Ahh! Will you..?” You smiled stupidly at him, unknowing much of an effect you had on a man like Andrew. He may act holier than thou, but knows he’s as just as bad if not worse than you.

Even if you weren’t teasing him, just being near him fills his head with the most sinful thoughts. During the matches you two had, it was torture trying to stay focused. He just wants to rail you against the nearest wall or locker.

Fill your eager cunt with cum and put your underwear and clothes back into place like nothing happened. Being the only one aware that you’re struggling to hold in his creamy load.

Having those thoughts in conjunction with his love of you only deepen those feelings towards you. How dare you make his cock and heart throb, threaten to corrupt him. And worst of all allowing it to happen because it’s you. You’re the exception.

Now that you’re under him with your legs twitching against his shoulders as your pussy sucked him in. He knows that he needs to corrupt you back like you’ve done to him.

He will ruin you, cherish you and enjoy everything you give him. Andrew loves everything about you even the most ugliest things about you.

“Andreeeww..! FUCK ANDREW I’M CLOSE!” Your whines snap him back to the present, he felt the knot in his stomach tighten.

“That’s it, go on cum… Oh gods… Hnnghh..!” Andrew’s thrusts became more erratic and uneven. He was pressing you further into the mattress as the tip of his twitching dick full on bullied your cervix. “AAAH ANDREW!! YES YES YES!!” You pathetically open your arms out for him. Wanting his larger form as close to you as you both came.

“Fuck! Ahaahh..!” Andrew let’s out a drawn out moan as his hot, thick seed spills into your awaiting womb. You let out a shuddered laugh as you came weakly.

Andrew huffs as he flops on top of you, his full weight pressing into you. This made you come back to some form of consciousness. “Andreeeeww..! You’re heavy and I feel your stupidly big dick in my guts!” Andrew huffs as he gently lowers your legs off his shoulders and onto the bed.

“Is that so? Next time be nicer to me and maybe I’ll be softer on you next time…” He gently rolls the both of you onto your sides, his cock still inside you. You groaned knowing you were too tired to care.

Andrew cuddles closer into you, his eyelids get heavy. He swears to himself once he’s awake, one more round won’t satiate him.

You registered his words and it made your heart screech to a halt at his threat, promise or whatever. The idea of him rearranging your guts again makes you want more. Yet you’re too exhausted to express that unspoken desire.

“Oh you’d like that don’t you? Harlot.” You glare at him, he felt your walls squeeze around his soften cock. “Shut the fuck up, you’re a slut too now. Ex Virgi—IIN!” You squealed as he snapped his hips as a warning. Some cum dripping down your slick thighs.

“You were saying? Great I’m getting hard again… If you have this much energy I could go for another round…” The fact he’s so nonchalant about all this is utter insanity. One minute he’s a holy prude and the next he’s an absolute monster in the bed.

Whatever comes next, you know that Andrew definitely isn’t going to let you get an inkling of rest. Especially after giving him hell and testing his will. “If not, then please behave yourself.” Andrew places a soft yet loving kiss on your cheek. His hips rocking at a unrealistic gentle pace as you whimper pathetically at the tingling sensation.

“Hah! Go on, I know your balls are still full and heavy… After all was that promise earlier bullshit?” Andrew huffed in faux annoyance. Wanting to give you some sort of break out of consideration. But of course you don’t let him live things down.

“Do I need to put that mouth to use as well?” His ruby eyes scanned your expression as a mischievous yet tired smile etched onto your lips. “Maaaybeee…” You giggled as both of you won’t just end at one round.

𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐧 | 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 | 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐬

[aikoiya]

LoZ: Wild - Gerudàn Cuisine

Ya'll, I have a frankly dumb amount of recipe ideas for the Wild Series.

Part of it has to do with the idea that, in Link's house, he could cook more complex recipes, including 2nd Tier Ingredients. Which are ingredients made of other basic ingredients. A number of these 2nd Tier Ingredients could be used to substitute multiple base ingredients in a recipe, thus giving you more room to work with.

He'd also be able to cook in bulk, which is something I feel like is holding the cooking system in the Wild Series back.

Another idea I had was that the more you cook, the better you get at it, thus the more ingredients you can use in a recipe.

So, Link would start with only being able to use 5 at a time, but the amount can increase up to 6, then 7-8. Then, maybe even 10.

The list itself isn't complete in any capacity.

* Will be beside recipes & effects that already exist in canon.

※ Will be beside things that were planned to be part of the official series at one point, but for whatever reason, what cut.

☆ Will be beside things that existed in previous games, but not the Wild Series.

★ Will be beside things that were in some way inspired by other games or shows.

⚙ Will be beside processed ingredients. A lot of such ingredients are the sort of thing that just needs more time, as such, to get it, you need to buy it from a shop that carries it. However, if you do the shopowners a favor, then they might give you a discount if you provide the ingredients, this way the Rupees will be made up for in the next batch.

Now, typically, you can just sort of throw wheat into a soup & just make crap. But, IRL this would be evidence of a crazy person, but Imma work with it & say that Link probably has a millstone mortar & pestle in his pack with him. Who knows, maybe Rhoam gave it to him when he taught Link to cook?

At the same time, I'm making it so that, yes, you can do it that way & good on Link for being self-reliant, but I also think that Mr. “What's the difference between bear meat & cow meat? It's all meat” wouldn't exactly… know how best to make flour either.

So, yes, it's something he can do, but… flour milled by someone who knows the sort of consistency to grind the flour into would likely be better than Link's. So, I see it giving more hearts when used to cook.

Maybe if Link gets a sidequest to help a Miller, where he makes food with Tabantha Wheat, then the man will be outraged & show him the best consistency to make flour.

If so, then he'll no longer need to get flour for that extra boost &, in fact, he'll start to auto-mill Tabantha Wheat again, but this time, it'll restore more health than store bought due to how freshly milled flour has more nutrients.

⬡ Will be beside ingredients that need to be purchased.

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Some 2nd Tier Ingredients use the same ingredients, but the end result depends on which kitchen utensil is used to make it. For instance, Pastry Dough & Soup Stock are both made with the same basic ingredients, but you get Pastry Dough using a Rolling Pin & Soup Stock using a Pot. In this way, it would sort of soft block certain recipes behind a specific kitchen utensil.

Kitchen Items:

Cooking Pot, Rolling Pin, Mortar & Pestle (later upgraded to a Spice Grinder), Food Mill, Crank Blender, White Frying Pan, Zonaite Brewing Keg, Brick Oven, Saucepan, Cheesecloth, Hōchō-Kaku (A full Sheikah knife set in a knife block), Makisu (a sushi mat), Oil Distillery, Fermentation Jar, & Frost Box (basically a fridge/freezer that uses Ice Runes).

Gathering these things also have another affect. They improve the quality & effectiveness of your final dish, as well as increase the likelihood of getting cooking crits.

Also, unless certain ingredients are specifically listed in the name, many ingredients can be substituted for another one from the same category or sub-category. The ingredients listed here are just how the specific settlement makes it.

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For more information on the ingredients I'm using, go here: Flora & Fungi, Fauna & Byproducts, & 2nd Tier Ingredients.

I've decided to split thing up:

Kakariko Food Culture

Ordon Food Culture

Gerudàn Cuisine

- Ealiyah Town Food Culture - Highland Gerudo Settlement

Koholint Food Culture

I'd also recommend checking out the Wild Cultural Recipe Ideas & Wild Ruined & Non-Canon Town Recipe Ideas.

For quick travel, go to LoZ Cultural Masterlist. You'll find other recipe lists there under the Food section.

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List of Effects:

☆Acro = Wall Climb Speed Up. - EoW: Climbing.

Aerodynamic = Skydive Control Up.

Amorous = Aphrodisiac. This is a secondary effect, allowing it to remain even after being cooked with something else. (This is mostly for flavor & wouldn't actually do anything in a game setting. Though, it specifically only activates when a sufficient level of dopamine & norepinephrine is found in the body, it can likewise be cured when a sufficient enough supply of oxytocin is introduced into the bloodstream or by simply avoiding those who cause such reactions until the Amorous food has made its way out of their system. So, it only takes effect if in the presence of someone you legit are attracted to & are in love with, which is why Link wouldn't be affected. He's Zelda's & it'd only work on him in her presence. It also doesn't work on anyone who hasn't finished puberty. It's also known to increase the possibility of reproduction.)

Erogenous = Aphrodisiac. Unlike Amorous, Erogenous needs no emotional attraction for it to work. In this way, it's actually much more dangerous. (Would not appear in games beyond the story. Known to increase the possibility of reproduction.)

Battle Ready = Hearty, Enduring, & Mighty all in one. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the residents of specific places.)

*Biting = Cold Weather Attack.

☆Bubble = Hold Breath Underwater For Longer.

- Gills = Breathe Underwater. This is a Hidden Effect. You can’t normally access a Hidden Effect without certain Infusion techniques.

*Dark/Warding = Gloom Resistance.

Depths Stride = Dark/Warding & Glow at once. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the residents of the Depths.)

Dawing/Dusky = Twilight Blade Attack Up. (Doubles the damage dealt by Sheikah weaponry, Moonlight Scimitars, knives, sickles, & scythes by generating a crepuscular razor, thus dealing twilight damage. Sheikah weaponry fused with Silver Lizalfos Horns deal thrice as much damage as normal. And using them at night, under the moon, quadruples it. However, the higher the multiplier, the more quickly time to use it will run down, though using them under the full moon tends to stave this effect off just a bit. Keep that in mind! Twilight also deals extra damage to undead enemies & Poes, this sets the spirit trapped inside free & results in a Poe Soul. Twilight damage is also noted to be purifying, so defeating Wolfos, Furnix, Bullbos, & Iron Knuckle enemies with Twilight purifies them, thus returning them to their natural state.)

Dreamy = Sleep Induction. This is a secondary effect, allowing it to remain even after being cooked with something else. (More for story flavor as somnolents just make you sorta sleepy &, thus, won't just knock Link out cold. Actual gameplay uses would only be included when you use Fuse Weapon to attach the item to an arrow or other weapon, which I'm saying concentrates & amplifies the effects, which allows you to knock enemies out cold. Without the Fuse Weapon rune, you'd need to make a concentrated sleep extract to apply to the arrow/weapon tip by hand. By default, Dreamy items don't work against boss or mini-boss enemies. However, if you go to sleep in a bed within an hour of being affected by Dreamy, you'll get bonuses when you wake up.)

Potent Dreamy = Powerful Sleep Induction. This is a secondary effect, allowing it to remain even after being cooked with something else. (Unlike Dreamy, Potent Dreamy will absolutely knock Link the fuck out. It's basically a tranquilizer. Note that only the scent of a Mawkap will wake him up afterwards.)

Eclating/Glaring = Light Blade Attack Up. (Doubles the damage dealt by swords, knives, axes, sickles, & scythes by generating a cutting light thus dealing light damage. Light-based weapons such as the White Sword of the Sky, the Master Sword, the Sword of the Six Sages, the Bow of Light, & other such weapons deal triple damage. And, damage dealt from using a Light Weapon fused with a Light Dragon part is quadrupled. However, the higher the multiplier, the more quickly time to use it will run down. Keep that in mind! Light attacks also deal extra damage to dark enemies. Light damage is noted to be purifying, so defeating Wolfos, Furnix, Bullbos, & Iron Knuckle enemies with Light purifies them, thus returning them to their natural state.)

*Electro = Shock Resistance.

*Enduring = Adds Stamina.

*Energizing = Restores Stamina.

*Fireproof = Fire Resistance.

- Lava Guard = Fireproof, Chilly, & Rapid. Allows one to swim in lava. The only individual ingredients that can have this are those that can literally survive in lava. (This effect isn't normally natural to a single ingredient, but can also be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the Gorons & Mogma of Gorondia.)

Fortune = Great Deal. Briefly increases the amount of rupees you get for selling things.

Freezeproof = Freeze Resistance.

☆Piping-Hot = Freezeproof & Spicy. A Hidden Effect. You can’t normally access a Hidden Effect without certain Infusion techniques.

Frost Guard = Spicy, Freezeproof, Biting, & Snowdrift at once. Or Piping-Hot, Biting, & Snowdrift. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the residents of Hebra & Ealiyah Town.)

*Glow = Glow.

*Hasty = Speed Up.

Sanddrift = Sand mobility up & prevents from sinking in quicksand.

Snowdrift = Snow mobility up & prevents you from sinking in deep snow.

*Hearty = 1-5 Extra Hearts.

Hydrophilic = Gills & Rapid at once. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the Zora. Also pairs swimingly with Zora weaponry.)

*Icy/Chilly = Heat Resistance.

Lightningproof = Nullifies Lightning.

Lightning Guard = Lightningproof & Stormy/Charged at once. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the residents of Faron, Ordona, & the Gerudo Desert.)

*Mighty = Attack Up.

Nucturnepid - Can see farther in darkness.

Photosynthesis = Sunny & Recovery at once. Allows you to slowly recover hearts over time so long as you're in direct sunlight or under a Lightroot, even if those hearts are effected by Gloom. (This effect isn't normally natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the Mogma.)

※Puissant = Allows one to jump twice. (Turns out that a Twice Jump cooking effect was cut from the final TotK game. So, you gotta know that I'll be effing with that!)

Pyrophilic = Flameproof & Scorching at once. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the residents of Eldin & Gorondia.)

*Rapid = Swim Speed Up.

Recovery = Allow someone to slowly recover hearts over time.

- Revitalizing = Recovery & Enduring at once. The key here is it's a time-based stamina recovery thing rather than just something that gives you a set amount of stamina & then stops. Plus, it won't stop when you reach max. (This effect isn't normally natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the Hearth Magi. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the residents of specific places.)

☆Reforge = Repairs Weapon or Shield, but must be applied directly.

☆Auto Reforge = Automatically repairs Weapon or Shield upon breaking.

Revival = Revives after death with 8 hearts. (Only Fairies & recipes that require Fairies have this effect. Don't worry, no Fairies are harmed during this process. The only thing used is the Fairies' dust.)

Full Revival = Revives after death with full ♡s +1-10 extra ♡s. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the residents of specific places. If you get a crit while cooking, you'll also get up to 10 extra hearts as well.)

Riptide = Water Spear/Blade/Whip Attack Up. (Doubles spear & blade damage by generating a pressurized stream of water, thus dealing water damage. Spears fused with Silver Lizalfos Horns or swords with Water Lizalfos Horns do triple damage. Also pairs swimmingly with Zora weaponry as they do triple. Weapons fused with Silver or Water Lizalfos Horns, Water Lizalfos Tails, Opals, or Pearls do triple as well. But Zora weaponry fused with Silver or Water Lizalfos Horns, Water Lizalfos Tails, Opals, or Pearls do quadruple. However, the higher the multiplier, the more quickly time to use it will run down. Keep that in mind! Though, being in the water will mitigate the effects.)

*Scorching = Heat Weather Attack.

*Sneaky = Stealth Up.

Shadow Sneak = Dark/Warding & Sneaky at once. Stealth increases even more in darkness. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the residents of Kakariko.)

*Spicy = Cold Resistance.

*Sticky = Grip Up.

*Stormy/Charged = Stormy Weather Attack.

*Sunny = Heals Gloom Damage.

Sun Guard = Chilly, Hydrating, Scorching, & Sanddrift at once. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs. Or via well-guarded cultural secret known only to the residents of Gerudo Desert.)

Tenebrating = Dark Blade Attack Up. (Doubles the damage dealt by Sheikah/Yiga weaponry, Gloom weaponry, sickles, & scythes by generating a vicious dark force, thus dealing dark or shadow damage. Sheikah/Yiga weaponry fused with dark monster parts triples the damage dealt. And using a dark-fused Sheikah-Yiga weapon at night or in the dark quadruples it. However, the higher the modifier, the more quickly time to use it will run down. Keep that in mind! Though, the higher though using them under the new moon or in complete darkness seems to mitigate this to an extent.)

*Tough = Defence Up.

☆Vitality = Temporary Stamina Use Reduction.

Max Vitality = Max Energizing & Stamina can be used freely for a certain amount of time. (This effect isn't natural to a single ingredient & can only be achieved via special recipes, using special cooking techniques known only to the best chefs.)

Windshear = Wind Blade Attack Up. (Doubles the damage dealt by swords, knives, axes, sickles, & scythes by generating a cutting wind, thus dealing wind damage.)

An Effect that is sectioned off via a : is a Hidden Effect, meaning that it requires Infusion by a Hearth Mage to access.

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For the sake of my own sanity, I'm gonna increase the ingredient limit to 7-10.

Also, when you use different ingredients with the same effect, it provides some sort of bonus. Whether it be increasing the amount of time an effect lasts or the level of the effect itself depends on the effect as well as whether it is a dish or a potion & the sorts of ingredients that you use.

Also, 💧, 💦, 🌧, & 🌊 indicates how Hydrating something is.

Hydrating = Keep Soaked Twice As Long. This is a secondary effect, allowing it to remain even after being cooked with something else. Also pairs swimmingly with Zora weaponry.

Likewise, ❤️, 🩵, ☠️, & 🍵 are similarly interesting as they also exist outside of the typical Effects.

❤️ Health = Just how many hearts you recover from eating it.

🩵 Redintegrating = Restores magical energy.

☠️ Toxic = Inflicts Poison. Slowly reduces health over time. (Note that certain Toxic ingredients can be prepared specially to be made edible or to make things like medicines.)

🍵 Detox = Helps one fight back against toxins by cutting down on the damage done by said toxins as well as the time until those toxins get out of their system. Can also be used in cooking with Toxic ingredients to negate the Toxic effect. However, it takes a degree of toxicological/botanical/medical knowledge to do so. Also, the higher the toxicity, the higher the Detox effect needs to be in order to counteract it.

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Special Attention: Whenever a recipe says "Any Butter," just assume that that also includes Browned Butter. Likewise, whenever a specific type of butter, such as Ordon Butter or Lon Lon Butter, is called for, that also includes their Browned variants.

The reason for this is because Browned Butter is just an overall improvement on regular butter & can be used in damn near anything. From savory, to sweet, to vegetables.

It's just a simple way to elevate your cooking.

Of course, there is also an in-game reason. The better quality the ingredients you use, the better the results you get from the final product with a higher chance of getting crits.

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In Kàra Kàra Bàzaar, the Stand sells 2 Electric Safflina, 7 Hydromelons 🌧, & 5 Oil Jars.

While in Gerudo Town, the Fruit Stand sells 3 Voltfruit, 3 Hydromelons 🌧, & 3 Palm Fruit 💦. The Mushroom Stand sells 1 Razorshroom, 1 Ironshroom, 1 Sunshroom, 1 Zapshroom, & 1 Chillshroom. And the Grain Stand sells 2 Rock Salt, 3 Tabantha Wheat, & 2 Hylian Rice.

Voltfruit, Hydromelon 🌧, Shock Fruit 💧 (Charged/Stormy), Warm & Electric Safflina, Spicy Peppers, Zapshrooms, Desert Aloe 💧 (Chilly & Recovery), Prickly Peaches 💧 (Erogenous & Hydrating), Boltshield Houseleek (Lightningproof), Brushberries 💧 (Sanddrift), Rainfall Pansies 💧, Moonblooming Argus (Dawning/Dusky), & Sàbaar Fruit (Recovery) are all very common in the Gerudo Desert with Palm Fruit, Dune Ants, Amorous Fig (Amorous) trees, Jànnulitza (Aerodynamic), Oasis Honey 💧 (Recovery), & Sāqmàla Honey (Erogenous 2 & Vitality) largely appearing in the Oasis.

And, while you wouldn't expect it, Bayou Bellpeppers, Freshwater Cucumbers 💧 (Rapid), Water Cabbages 💧 (Bubbles), & Swamp Celery all grow fine there, so long as they're grown in freshwater. As such, they're cultivated in the Oasis at Kàra Kàra, as well as a number of Vai in Gerudo Town having their own hydroponic gardens where they raise them.

And though the method by which Tough Mangoes had been lost for millenia, recent advances in desert agriculture has allowed Gerudàn botanists to revive the long lost fruit. It is now farmed in the once named Toruma Dunes, now called Toruma Orchard, in honor of the ancient xeroculturist who originally brought them to the Gerudo.

Along with them, you'll also find Wasteland Coyotes, Sand Sparrows, Sandrunner Ostriches, Shimmering Mayflies (Fortune), Scarab Beetles, Sand Cicadas (Sanddrift), Quick Darners (Hasty), & Firesting Scorpions (Scorching).

There is also Wave Saffron (Gills), Barricade Cloves (Tough), Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Mother of Millions (Erogenous 3), Passion Lily (Scorching & Amorous), as well as Hoy Mustard Greens & Seeds (Spicy) growing in the region, but the Saffron can only be found in the Gerudo Canyon, near the edge of the Faron Sea.

They also have Arrōyorice (Sanddrift), but it's still a very new crop to them & they're still working out how best to grow it.

They can also grow Sun Pumpkins (Sunny), Shadow Yams (Dark/Warding), Hylian Tomatoes 💧, Càrïtàn Beans (Toxic), Pyre Beans (Scorching), Endura Carrots, & Tabantha Wheat in the desert.

Though, the Càrïtàn Beans aren't for eating, so much as for feeding silkworms which produce the fine, luxurious silks that the Gerudo are so well-known for. However, they are also used for making bathing oils.

Gerudo Town also regularly trades with Ealiyah Town, Ordon Town, & Lurelin Village for goods. And due to Ealiyah's close proximity, whenever a recipe requires dairy products, they always opt for the Ealiyan's Yak products, or Bōsa. Though, due to having Bighorn Sheep, they also have immediate access to Sheep dairy products which are called Ghanam. The products being Ghamïchaa (Sheep Milk), Ghasudrï (Sheep Butter), & Ghachurkha (Sheep Cheese), while Bōsa products are Bōmïchaa (Yak Milk), Bōsudrï (Yak Butter), & Bōchurkha (Yak Cheese). Wild Ordon Goats also tend to migrate from Ordona during certain seasons, which also gives the Gerudo infrequent access to Ordon products themselves. They also have a few Dunerunner Ostriches & Oasis Peacocks, which gives them access to Bird Eggs & Ostrich Eggs.

Gerudo Town also makes good use of the Cool Safflina & Chillshrooms that they get from trading with Ealiyah.

The Gerudo also find Sand Cistanche (Vitality & Amorous) throughout the desert & canyon, though it's exceedingly rare. However, it is a very healthy herb that has a lot of health benefits, so they are always on the lookout for it. Some are actually trying to learn to cultivate it, but the process is slow-going & a major time investment.

Likewise, one can find Shock Fruit, Fire Fruit, Ice Fruit, Splash Fruit, Dazzlefruit, & Canyon Teaplants 🍵 growing in the Gerudo Canyon.

Then, there's the Satori Tree nearby, which gives them access to Satori Cherries 💧 (Hasty), Satohana (Hasty 1 & Amorous), & Endura Carrots.

- Locally Made 2nd Tier Ingredients:

Fall Seasoning = Akkala Cinnamon (optional; Hasty & Spicy), Gleam Ginger (Sunny & Spicy), & Barricade Cloves (Tough). - A festive seasoning most commonly used in the fall.

Tough Amchur (Tough) = Tough Mango, Rock Salt, Bayou Bellpepper (ripe only; Spicy), Spicy Pepper, & Stamegranate (optional; Vitality). - A big-time flavor enhancer. Has a honey-like aroma & a sweet & sour, tangy, tart citrus-like fruitiness to it that blends well with the spiciness of the pepper. Used to add tartness & tanginess to a dish. Can be used in place of zest.

Tough Zā’tàr = Tough Amchur (Tough), Citrus Zest (Stormy), Vital Sage (Enduring), Starlight Rosemary (Glow), & any Pumpkin Seeds. - A kind of Gerudo spice blend. The flavor has been described as aromatic, herbal, nutty, lemony, & zesty (having a tart & spicy quality).

Stampepper (Spicy 2) = Hoy Mustard Seeds (Spicy), Stambulb, & Charred Pepper (Scorching), & Spicy Pepper. -

Gerudàn Seasoning (Spicy 2-4) = Stambulb, Akkala Cinnamon (optional; Hasty & Spicy)/Malanya Spice (optional; Hasty 2 & Spicy), Barricade Cloves (optional; Tough), Gleam Ginger (Spicy & Sunny), any Pepper, & Hoy Mustard Seeds (optional; Spicy). - A must for Gerudàn cooking.

Gershi Spice (Spicy 4 & Stormy 2) = Stambulb, Akkala Cinnamon (optional; Hasty & Spicy)/Malanya Spice (Hasty 2 & Spicy), Swampland Celery, Starlight Rosemary (Glow), Barricade Cloves (optional; Tough), Gleam Ginger (Spicy & Sunny), Huakiao Powder (Spicy & Stormy), Shock Fruit, & Hoy Mustard Seeds (Spicy) | Nanami Togarashi (Spicy 2-3), Shock Fruit, & Hoy Mustard Seeds (Spicy). - A sort of Gerudàn twist on either Gomi Togarashi or Nanami Togarashi using mostly desert & southern Hyrulean ingredients. - In IRL terms, it would be made of cloves, star anise, fennel (celery & rosemary), cinnamon, shichuan peppercorns, ginger, garlic, & mustard seeds. So, five spice, plus ginger, garlic, & mustard powder.

Baking Buddy (Stormy) = Any Egg, Shock Fruit, & Rock Salt. - Basically just baking soda & baking powder.

Grape Jelly (Chilly) = Bloodberry Grape 💧 (Chilly), Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), & Boiled Chuchu Jelly/Gelatin.

- Brushberry Jelly (Sanddrift) = Bushberry 💧 (Sanddrift), Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), & Boiled Chuchu Jelly/Gelatin.

- Hydromelon Jelly (Chilly) = Hydromelon 🌧, Oasis Honey 🍵 (Recovery)/Sàbaar Nectar (Recovery), Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), & Boiled Chuchu Jelly/Gelatin.

- Fig Preserves (Amorous) = Amorous Fig (Amorous), Oasis Honey 🍵 (Recovery)/Sàbaar Nectar 🍵 (Recovery), Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), & Boiled Chuchu Jelly/Gelatin.

- Pepper Jam (Spicy) = Spicy Pepper & Boiled Chuchu Jelly/Gelatin.

- Satori Jelly (Hasty) = Satori Cherry 🍵 (Hasty), Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), & Boiled Chuchu Jelly/Gelatin.

Vinegar = Brushberry 🍵 (Sanddrift)/Bloodberry Grapes/Prickly Peach/Tabantha Wheat/Shadow Yam/Tundra Potato/Arrōyorice (Sanddrift). - Made from alcohol from fermented plant foods, then exposed to oxygen, then fermented again. When you use a Keg, you are given the option to either make alcohol or Vinegar.

*Oil Jar = Any Plant. - Aguacaté are especially good for making oil.

Honeyed Sugar = Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing) & Oasis Honey 🍵 (Recovery)/Sàbaar Nectar 💧 (Recovery). - Just brown sugar.

Confectionary Sugar (Mighty) = Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing) & Zonai Corn (Mighty). - Basically just powdered sugar. It has corn in it because powdered sugar is made by blending together sugar & cornstarch in a mortar & pestle or spice grinder. When using a mortar & pestle though, it's much more tedious & time consuming.

Lebnah (Stormy) = Ordon Milk, Rock Salt, & Shock Juice 💧 (Stormy). - A type of yogurt cheese or cheese yogurt only made in the Gerudo Desert. See, wild Ordon Goats tend to migrate from Ordona during certain seasons, which gives the Gerudo the chance to milk them.

Bread Mix = Tabantha Wheat/Eimmerdàq (Sanddrift) & Rock Salt.

Eimmerdàq (Sandrift) = Arrōyorice (Sanddrift). - Flour made from milling Arrōyorice. Can also be used whenever Mochiko is needed.

- *Wheat Bread = Bread Mix (using Tabantha Wheat). - The most basic & common bread.

Rice Bread (Spicy/Electro 1-2) = Bread Mix (using Eimmerdàq), any Mïchaa, & Warm/Electric Safflina. - First invented by a Sheikah & Gerudo couple, the 2 having bonded over their mutual love of food & baking. Considered a 2nd Tier Ingredient due to its use in making sandwiches. Pairs well with soups & stews. The Gerudo call it Rāz'khubz.

Safflina Rice (Spicy/Chilly/Electro) = (any Broth or Mïchaa) | Arrōyorice (Sanddrift), any Safflina, any Vinegar, Rock Salt, & any Spice. - An aromatic staple of Gerudo Desert cooking that adds a bit of a floral sweetness. Much like with Sushi Rice & Swiftfin Rice, Safflina Rice is initially strained until it comes out clean so as to avoid it becoming too sticky, but afterwards, Safflina Rice tends to have a number of spices added to it as well. It is also regularly made in broth or milk instead of plain water depending on the final recipe. The Gerudo call it Safrïna Rāz.

- Safflina Fried Rice Base (Spicy/Chilly/Electro) = Any Safflina Rice, any Egg, Palm Fruit 💦, & Stambulb. - A staple of Gerudo cooking. Is technically a 2nd Tier Ingredient, but can be eaten as is. The Gerudo call it Safrïna Lobmàg'úl Rāz.

Porridge Base = (Any Milk/Broth) | Arroyōrice/Safflina Rice & Rock Salt (optional). - Whether the Porridge is sweet or savory depends on the liquids you cook the rice in.

Egg Noodles = Tabantha Wheat, any Egg, & Rock Salt.

Bouillon = (Water) | Rock Salt, any Sudrï/Oil Jar, any Seasoning (optional; 7 Max), & any Meat. - A broth made from meat or bones.

Osbouillon = (Water) | Rock Salt, any Sudrï/Oil Jar, any Seasoning (optional; 7 Max), & any Bone. - A broth made from bones.

Pastry Dough = Tabantha Wheat/Eimmerdàq (Sanddrift), any Sudrï, & Rock Salt. - Same necessary ingredients as Soup Stock, but the end results are different depending on whether you use a Rolling Pin or Pot. Can also be used as pie crust.

Thin Soup Stock = (Any Milk) | Rock Salt. - A light soup stock.

- Soup Stock = (Any Milk) | Rock Salt & Tabantha Wheat. - Same ingredients as Pastry Dough, but the end results are different depending on whether you use a Rolling Pin or Pot.

- Creamy Soup Stock = (Any Milk) | Any Butter, Rock Salt, & Tabantha Wheat.

Choux Base = Tabantha Wheat/Eimmerdàq (Sanddrift), any Sudrï, any Egg, Rock Salt, & Cane Sugar. - Invented in Goponga, but Castle Town uses it quite often too.

Cake Mix = Tabantha Wheat/Eimmerdàq (Sanddrift), Cane Sugar, & any Sudrï.

- Recipes:

*Herb Sauté = Warm Safflina, Electric Safflina, Goron Spice/Gerudàn Seasoning (Spicy 2). - "A fragrant mixture of herbs & spices. It's easily recognized by its unique aroma."

*Poultry Pïlàf = Bird Meat (Cucco), Arrōyorice (Sanddrift), any Egg, & any Sudrï. - "Sautéed Arrōyorice steamed in poultry broth. Cook on low heat until the rice is fluffy."

- *Prime Poultry Pïlàf = Prime Bird Meat (Cucco), Arrōyorice (Sanddrift), any Egg, & any Sudrï. - "The rice permeates the savory taste of the poultry in this Gerudo-region favorite."

- *Gourmet Poultry Pïlàf = Gourmet Bird Meat (Cucco), Arrōyorice (Sanddrift), any Egg, & any Sudrï. - "Made with the highest-quality poultry, every bite of this pilaf floods your mouth with flavor." Typically served at get-togethers due to the portion size.

*Curry Pïlàf = Goron Spice, Arrōyorice (Sanddrift), & any Sudrï. - The Goron spice used in this pilaf has given it a rich, spicy aroma.

Tropical Curry (Spicy 2) = Faron Pineapple (Spicy & Hydrating), Palm Fruit, Spicy Pepper, Arrōyarice (Sanddrift), & Goron Spice. - This fragrant curry is served in a pineapple bowl.

Kàko Risotto with Palm Fruit = Arrōyorice (Sanddrift), any Sudrï, Rock Salt, Bird Meat (Cucco), & Palm Fruit.

Kàko Màchbōs = Hylian Rice or Arroyōrice (Sanddrift), Meat Broth (Cucco with Gerudàn Seasoning, Gomi Togarashi, Bayou Bellpepper, Stambulb, Hylian Tomato, & Oil Jar), any Nut, Rock Salt, Wave Saffron (Gills), & Goron Spice. - A cucco & spiced rice dish that is very popular in the Gerudo region. The rice is very specifically made in the same pan with the rest of the ingredients, which imbeds the flavor into everything. First, make the broth by sautéing the Stambulbs & bellpeppers in oil until soft & fragrant, add spices, brown Cucco on all sides, then pour broth on top along with Tomato paste. Mix the Oil with salt, saffron, Stambulb, & Goron Spice. After which place Cucco pieces from the broth in pan & coat with oil & spice mixture until crisp & golden. Then toast the nuts. Then, soak the rice, drain, & cook it in the Cucco Broth. Finally, assemble altogether by layering the Cucco on top of the rice & garnish with nuts. - Gerudo equivalent to Dejaj Machbous.

Koshàrï (Spicy/Chilly/Electro & Hydrating) = Any Safflina Rice, Egg Noodles, Stambulb, & Hylian Tomato. - A Gerudàn-style street pasta.

Hamàm Mahshi (Spicy) = Bird Meat (Squab), Warm Safflina Rice, Chickaloo Tree Nut, & Goron Spice. - Warm Safflina is recommended. A Gerudàn-style stuffed squab.

Fàtta = Wheat Bread, any Safflina Rice, Stambulb, & Red Meat. - Toasted bread covered in a sort of meat gravy.

Mombàsa = Red Meat, any Safflina Rice, Stambulb, Hylian Tomato, & Chickaloo Tree Nut. - 

Yaki Onigiri (Stormy 2) = Oil Jar, Lebnah (Stormy), Safflina Rice (Electro), Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky & Detox), Shadow Mirin (Dark/Warding), & Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing). - Combine the soy sauce, mirin, & stevia for the glaze. Then fry the Onigiri in a Frying Pan until lightly browned before brushing the glaze onto both sides. Then, return to the pan & fry until both sides are crispy. The Gerudo tend to put cheese inside, so this results in the cheese inside melting until gooey. Referred to as Lobmàg'úl Churkha Arrōyokurà by the Gerudo.

Bàba Gànoush (Stormy/Charged & Hydrating) = Oil Jar, Shock Fruit, Stambulb, Electric Safflina, & Chickaloo Tree Nut. - Electric Safflina is recommended as it doesn't negate the effects of the Shock Fruit. A sort of dip. An appetizer.

Boltbutton Sliders (Stormy 3) = Langostail (Riptide)/Zapshroom, Ordona Cheese, Starlight Rosemary (Glow), Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Calmomile (Dreamy), Shock Juice (Stormy), Thunder Button (Stormy), & Wave Saffron (Gills). - As the Calamity took place, these delectable sliders were discovered when a traveling chef was caught in a storm. Running low on supplies, he used the caps of the mushrooms as bread with the cheese sandwiched between, believing that would work well together along with some rosemary & a couple other ingredients. However, he'd nearly been sundered by the heavens themselves. Only to find in the bolt's wake, a singular, crisped mushroom with perfectly melted cheese oozing out the sides. He's noted as saying that the taste was like a shock to the senses. He became obsessed with replicating the flavor experience. It's later learned that it might be due to fungi's strange affinity to electrical currents, which can be used to improve mushroom yield. He is later noted to have bonded with a lovely Gerudo lady who appeared to be a budding mycologist. - Inspired by Pixar's Ratatouille & the mission with the wandering chef at Diggdogg Suspension Bridge at the entrance to Gerudo Canyon in AoC.

Savory Chimaki = Arrōyorice (Sanddrift), Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky & Detox), Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), Rock Salt, Fudkarràck, Zonai Corn (Mighty) or Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Baking Buddy (Stormy), Oil Jar, & Red Meat (Pork). - Triangular sticky rice dumplings filled with savory fillings that are cooked by boiling or steaming. They are typically steamed in Lotus, Corn, Banana or Ginger leaves. Learned from the Sheikah, they have become a Gerudàn & Faron festival treat. Called Ladhahï Rāzxï by Gerudo & Ono Laikimahu by Lurelinites.

Knoutfish Paella = Knoutfish (Hydrating), Safflina Rice, Stambulb, Spicy Pepper, Wave Saffron (Gills), Rock Salt, Huakiao Spice, Hylian Tomato, any Sudrï, & Oil Jar. - Do not use the meat of the Knoutfish, instead heat it up so that the juices flow out & use that to flavor your rice. The dish is called Gàl'bàtacha Paīlla by the Gerudo.

Nikogori = Boiled Chuchu Jelly/Gelatin (Lynel Hoof), Knoutfish (Hydrating), Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Stambulb, Windblade Leek (Windshear), Kakariko Mentsuyu (Shadow Sneak 2-3). - A jellified fish broth. Basically fish aspic. A Knoutfish is actually ideal for this recipe. Again, don't use the meat itself & instead heat the fish up so that the fat renders. The Gerudo would refer to this as Gàl'bàtacha Jerï.

Fish Porridge = Porridge Base (using Safflina Rice & Broth (Shark Bone)), Stambulb, Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky & Detox), any Egg, Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Gerudàn Seasoning (Spicy 2), & any Sand Fish. - This version of the dish is more heavily spiced than it is in Ordon. The Gerudo call this dish Gàl'màtsya Rāzaji. Based on My Time in Sandrock.

- Meat Porridge = Red Meat (Mutton), Sand Cistanche (Vitality & Erogenous), Porridge Base (using Safflina Rice & Broth), Frostbite Mint (Biting), Goron Spice, Shock Fruit (juice), any Carrot, any Sudrï, Swampland Celery, & Gerudàn Seasoning (Spicy 2). - The Gerudo refer to this dish as Lugïdō Rāzaji.

Polenta = Masa (Mighty), Broth (Cucco/Veggie) or any Mïchaa, Rock Salt, any Sudrï, & any Churka. - Something of a cornmeal porridge. A Deyan staple. Often paired with meats, stews, & sauces. Milk results in a far more rich & creamy product while broth infuses it with more flavor. Inspired by Echo of the Plum Grove.

Qàranfu Pancakes = Voltfruit, Tabantha Wheat, Oasis Honey (Recovery & Detox), Bōsudrï, Ghamïcha, Stamstall Stevia (Energizing), & Rock Salt. - Voltfruit pancakes. Inspired by Echo of the Plum Grove.

Ful Medàmes (Electro) = Oil Jar, Rock Salt, Electric Safflina, Shock Fruit (Charged/Stormy & Hydrating), Pyre Beans (Scorching), & Stambulb. - Sort of a bean stew.

Desert Stew (Sanddrift 3) = Sandscimmer (Sanddrift), Sand Tuna (Sanddrift), Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Stambulb, Pyre Beans (Scorching), Bayou Bellpepper, Arrōyorice (Sanddrift), & Broth (Hylian Tomato). - A sort of bean & rice stew.

Lugïdō Arrōzūxï (Spicy 2) = Safflina Rice (Spicy), Rock Salt, Vinegar, Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Pepper Jam (Spicy), Stambulb, & Red Meat. - A sort of Gerudo-style Musubi.

- Gàl'xïtïr Arrōzūxï (Sanddrift 2) = Safflina Rice, Rock Salt, Vinegar, Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Pepper Jam (Spicy), Stambulb, & Sandscimmer (Sanddrift). - A sort of Gerudo-style Sushi.

- Gàl'tana Arrōzūxï (Sanddrift 3 & Hydrating 2) = Safflina Rice, Rock Salt, Vinegar, Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Tomato Jam (Energizing & Hydrating), Stambulb, Oil Jar, Shock Fruit, & Frostbite Mint (Biting), & Sand Tuna (Sanddrift 2). - A sort of Gerudo-style Tuna Sushi.

- Shifa Arrōzūxï (Spicy 2 & Hydrating 2) = Safflina Rice (Spicy), Rock Salt, Vinegar, Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Tomato Jam (Energizing & Hydrating), Stambulb, Spicy Pepper, Shock Fruit, Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky & Detox), & Sandacuda (Scorching). - A sort of Gerudo-style Barracuda Sushi. The intense umami in the meat makes for a wonderful dining experience. The liver has been steamed & mixed with the Shōyu, which is a wonderful accompaniment to this dish.

- Samàq Arrōzūxï (Spicy 2) = Safflina Rice (Spicy), Rock Salt, Vinegar, Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Pepper Jam (Spicy), Stambulb, Tempura Batter (Spicy), Oil Jar, Ponzu Sauce (Shadow Sneak), & Cobra Shark Meat (Mighty). - A sort of Gerudo-style Shark Tempura Sushi.

- Shànké Arrōzūxï (Spicy) = Safflina Rice (Spicy), Rock Salt, Vinegar, Gerudàn Seasoning (Spicy 2), Pepper Jam (Spicy), & Desert Viper (Toxic)/Sand Cobra (Toxic). - A sort of Gerudo-style Snake Sushi. The meat is mild & slightly fishy with a Cucco or fish-like texture. It is often thought to be delicate & lean, which actually works quite well for Sushi. However, it also takes seasoning like a champ.

Shish Kebàben (Stormy 2 & Hydrating 2) = Any Red Meat, Shock Fruit, Vinegar, Hoy Mustard (Spicy), Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky & Detox), Oil Jar, Lebnah (Stormy), & Gerudàn Seasoning (Spicy 2). - Gerudo-style skewered meat.

- Shish Kàkōn (Stormy 2) = Any Poultry, Lebnah (Stormy), Shock Fruit, Oil Jar, Gerudàn Seasoning (Spicy 2), & Hylian Tomato. - Gerudo-style skewered poultry.

- Shish Vuran = Any Desert Lizard, Rock Salt, Vinegar, Stambulb, Gerudàn Seasoning (Spicy 2), Lebnah (Stormy), & Wave Saffron (Gills). - Gerudo-style skewered lizard. Not that anyone else has tried it yet.

- Shish Shànkén = Any Desert Snake, Rock Salt, Vinegar, Gerudàn Seasoning (Spicy 2), any Mushroom, Bayou Bellpepper, Hylian Tomato, Stambulb, Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky & Detox), & Deya Wine (Energizing & Hydrating). - Gerudo-style skewered snake.

- Shish Selqeten (Spicy) = Firesting Scorpion (Scorching), Shock Fruit, Oil Jar, Oasis Honey (Recovery & Detox), Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), Rock Salt, Hoy Mustard (Spicy), Spicy Pepper, Stambulb, & Frostbite Mint (Biting)/Starlight Rosemary (Glow). - Gerudo-style skewered scorpion. Not that anyone else has tried it yet.

- Shawàrma (Hydrating) = Any Red Meat or Bird Meat, Wave Saffron (Gills), Gerudàn Seasoning (Spicy 2), Oil Jar, any Fudkarràck, Vinegar, & Shock Fruit. - A delicious grilled meat prepared by wrapping seasoned meat around a rotisserie & layering it on top of itself.

Sweet & Sour Pork = Red Meat (Pork), Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), Tabantha Wheat, Vinegar. - Based on My Time in Sandrock.

Dàlla wahl'Lugïdō Maezi'lobmàga = Hydromelon (Hydrating 2), Red Meat (Beef), Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), Rock Salt, Stambulb, Oil Jar, & Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky & Detox). - The ingredients are stir-fried together to make a surprisingly well-balanced sweet & savory combination. Based on My Time in Sandrock.

Steamed Meat Pie with Eggs (Spicy 3) = Ostrich Egg, Red Meat, Arrōyorice (Sanddrift), Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky & Detox), Rock Salt, Gerudàn Seasoning (Spicy 2), Oil Jar, Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), & Spicy Fudkàrrack. - This meat pie is steamed in a casserole dish with a Dunerunner Ostrich Egg on top. When finished, it's quite fragrant, soft, & glutinous. Best eaten at night when you have work to do outside. Based on My Time in Sandrock.

Churkha Pideyer = - A cheesy, melty savory handpie. Inspired by Cheese Fatayer.

Braised Meat = Red Meat, Sand Cistanche (Vitality & Amorous), Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), Stambulb, Vital Sage (Enduring), & Gerudàn Seasoning (Spicy 2)/Gomi Togarashi. - The bright, attractive color of this meat is only matched by its succulent flavor. Based on My Time in Sandrock.

Grō'jï Za'benzen = Freshwater Cucumber (Hydrating), Bayou Bellpepper, Shadow Yam (Dark/Warding), Stambulb, Sheikah Shōyu (Sneaky), Oil Jar. - Loosely translates to “earth's three treasures.”

- Desserts:

Hydromelon Bread (Hydrating 2) = Hydromelon (Hydrating), Eimmerdàq (Sanddrift), Rock Salt, & Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing). - First invented by a Sheikah & Gerudo couple, the 2 having bonded over their mutual love of food & baking. Made in an attempt to merge Gerudo flavor into the bread. Called Wahē'dàlla Khubz by the Gerudo.

Agekiji = Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), Oil Jar, Baking Buddy (Stormy), any Sudrï, any Mïchaa, & Eimmerdàq (Sanddrift). - Sugar-covered donuts that originated in Kakariko. Often given to customers as before dinner snacks.

Umm Àlï (Hydrating) = Stamsalk Stevia (Energizing), any Mïchaa, any Nut, Eimmerdàq (Sanddrift), & Palm Fruit. - A delicious bread pudding made in the desert.

Resyawa Kemmun = Bōmïchaa/Ghamïchaa, Sweetener, Lovely Rose (Hearty & Amorous), Shock Fruit (juice), Tabantha Wheat, Baking Buddy (Stormy), Wave Saffron (Gills), Bōsudrï/Ghasudrï, Oil Jar, & Oasis Honey (Recovery & Detox). - These deep fried dough balls are made with rosewater & are soaked in a honey syrup. Inspired by Gulab Jamun.

Honey Sàmbo (Sun Guard) = Voltfruit, Hydromelon, Fire Fruit, Brushberry (Sanddrift & Hydrating), Oasis Honey (Recovery & Detox), Pricklepad (Hydrating), & Desert Queen (Chilly/Icy 2). - Sort of a sweet fruit salad dessert. Based on My Time in Sandrock.

Sweet Chimaki (Photosynthesis) = Arrōyorice (Sand Haste), any Desert Fruit (Brushberry is most popular), Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), Baking Buddy (Stormy), Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Oil Jar, & Oasis Honey (Recovery & Detox). - Triangular sticky rice dumplings filled with sweet fillings that are cooked by boiling or steaming. They are typically steamed in Lotus, Corn, Banana or Ginger leaves. Learned from the Sheikah, they have become a Gerudàn & Faron festival treat. Called Xōkàr Rāzxï by Gerudo & Momona Laikimahu by Lurelinites. Based on My Time in Sandrock.

Voltfruit Rice Bowl (Electro 2 & Hydrating) = Voltfruit, Electro Safflina Rice, Stamsalk Stevia (Energizing), Palm Fruit, & Rock Salt. - Sticky aromatic rice cooked in a sauce pan with sugar, salt, water, & Palm Fruit milk then ladled into a bowl with Voltfruit.

Amàhrta Handpies (Hydrating 2) = Sun Pumpkin (Sunny), Bloodberry Grapes (Chilly & Hydrating), Satori Cherry (Hasty & Hydrating), Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), Boiled Chuchu Jelly/Gelatin (Lynel Hoof), & Pastry Dough. - Handpies dedicated to the Gerudo Goddess of the Moon, Mirrors, Dreams, Prophecies, & Visions, Vah Amàhrta.

Oasis Brulée Tart (Lightning Guard & Amorous) = Oasis Honey (Recovery & Detox), Amorous Fig (Amorous), Lebnah (Stormy), Choux Base (Energizing), Frostbite Mint (Biting), Heavy Cream, Farore Hazelnut (Lightningproof), & any Mïchaa. - A delicious tart often served on Bondsday & weddings. The Gerudo refer to it as a Wahē Faela'xōkàr Yàrïtira.

Voltfruit Cake = Voltfruit, Zonai Chocolate (Spicy & Amorous), Cake Mix, Gleam Ginger (Sunny), & Confectionary Sugar. -

Pyre Bean Cake = Pyre Beans (Scorching; blended), Farore Hazelnut (Lightningproof; blended), Oasis Honey (Recovery & Detox), any Egg, any Sudrï (melted), & Baking Buddy (Stormy). - Yes, the recipe is odd, but trust the process! The resulting cake is soft, dense, & rich despite its odd ingredient choices.

Màtukākï (Lightning Guard & Amorous) = Eimmerdàq (Sanddrift), Baking Buddy (Stormy), Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), Amorous Fig (Amorous), Farore Hazelnut (Lightningproof), Confectionary Sugar, & Oil Jar. - A very delicious cake. Perfect when drizzled with a thin, sugary icing. While it has nuts inside the cake itself, it's also covered with caramelized nuts for decoration. Often eaten during the celebration after weddings.

Bàsbōsa (Stormy 3 & Detox) = Baking Buddy (Stormy), Cane Sugar, Palm Fruit, any Sudrï, Oasis Honey (Recovery & Detox), Tabantha Wheat, any Nut, Shock Fruit, & Lebnah (Stormy). - A nutty cake baked in a pan topped with nuts & soaked with citrus syrup.

Melon Mousse (Hydrating 2) = Hydromelon (Hydrating), Tabantha Wheat, any Egg, Stamstall Stevia (Energizing), & any Mïchaa. -

- Drinks:

Honeymilk = Oasis Honey (Recovery & Detox), any Mïchaa, & Akkala Cinnamon (optional; Hasty). - This simple, yet comforting drink originates in Ordon, but is now enjoyed Hyrule over. A favorite for children everywhere.

Urbōs fé al'Zūja (Lightning Guard & Hydrating) = Shock Fruit, Boltshield Houseleek (Lightningproof), Thunder Butten (Stormy), & Oasis Honey (Recovery & Detox). - A sort of smoothie that protects from lightning & gives a boost in storms. It's name translates to "Lightning in a Bottle."

Samàh Punch (Dawning/Dusky & Hydrating 4) = Bloodberry Grapes (Chilly & Hydrating), Moonblessed Melon (Dawning/Dusky & Hydrating 2), Palm Fruit, Oasis Honey (Recovery & Detox)/Sàbaar Fruit (Recovery), & Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing). - A yummy summer drink. The melons are imported from Kakariko, so the drink is a bit expensive.

Melon Milk (Hydrating 2) = Hydromelon (Hydrating) & any Mïchaa. - A favorite of little Vai.

Safflina Tea = Any Safflina, Oasis Honey (optional; Recovery & Detox), Stamstalk Stevia (optional; Energizing), Shock Fruit (optional), & any Mïchaa. - A floral tea.

- Brewing:

Fudkarràck (Spicy/Electro & Hydrating) = Warm/Electric Safflina, Bloodberry Grapes (Chilly & Hydrating), & Tabantha Wheat. - A Gerudo alcohol brewed from Warm or Electric Safflina & Wheat. Is traditionally what Noble Pursuits are made of. They also frequently use Chilly Fudkarrack, but it isn't a product that Gerudo Town themself makes, instead they often buy it from their fellow Gerudo settlement of Ealiyah.

Fashïna Amrïta (Amorous & Hydrating) = Oasis Honey (Recovery & Detox), Amorous Fig (Amorous), & Palm Fruit. - While a simple mead, it has a mild sweetness & nuttiness to it that lends well to the Palm flowers used to make it. This causes it to be sweet, milky, & effervescent. Traditionally imbibed by brides & grooms after the wedding near the end of the following celebration.

Mútakïla (Erogenous 3 & Vitality 2) = Prickly Peach (Erogenous & Hydrating), Sàbaar Fruit (Recovery), Stamegranate (Vitality & Hydrating), & Sāqmàla Honey (Erogenous 2 & Vitality). - Infamous, illicit, & strictly regulated in this day & age. Often used at Pleasure Palaces or by illegal sex ringleaders. Was once used quite often when the slave industry was still in swing.

Màlàkshedeh (Chilly 3 & Hydrating) = Cool Safflina, Bloodberry Grapes (Chilly & Hydrating), Desert Queen (Chilly/Icy 2), & Oasis Honey (Recovery & Detox). - A very special Gerudo alcohol that is delicious & sweetly spiced inspired by Shedeh, which was the most precious wine in Egypt. It was originally only reserved for the Chief's family, but since Riju's decree, other Gerudo are allowed to imbibe it, though only on important holidays. Is very difficult to brew, which was a large contributor to why it was originally so exclusive.

Sàtrï Shedeh (Spicy/Chilly & Hydrating 2) = Satori Cherry (Hasty & Hydrating), Warm/Cool Safflina, Bloodberry Grapes (Chilly & Hydrating), Oasis Honey (Recovery & Detox), & Frostbane Blossom (Spicy)/Desert Queen (Chilly/Icy 2). - A precious, springtime spirit brewed for the Hanami Festival. Gerudo Town typically teams up with Ealiyah Town to produce it. They tend to switch between the 2 recipes they use depending on what's most abundant that year. - Inspired by Shedeh, which was the most precious wine in Egypt.

- Cocktails:

Noble Pursuit (Electro 2-3 & Hydrating 4) = Palm Fruit, Hydromelon (Hydrating), Voltfruit, Rock Salt, & Electro Fudkarràck (Electro & Hydrating). - The original recipe. Can technically be made with any Fudkarrack, but Electro Fudkarràck is recommended as it doesn't negate the effects of the Shock Fruit.

Shockonàna (Stormy/Charged 2-3 & Hydrating) = Shock Fruit, Frostbite Mint (Biting), Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), & Electro Fudkarràck (Electro & Hydrating). - A relatively new cocktail only made after the Upheaval. A sweet & sour drink with some serious zing & a nice fizz on the tongue. A favorite among young adults. Can technically be made with any Fudkarràck, but Electro Fudkarràck is recommended as it doesn't negate the effects of the Shock Fruit. - A reference to Limonana which is a Middle Eastern mint lemonade.

Spiced Pineapple Shrug (Spicy 2-3 & Hydrating 2) = Spicy Pepper, Faron Pineapple (Spicy & Hydrating), Gleam Ginger (Sunny), & Spicy Fudkarrack (Spicy & Hydrating). - Very popular at night when the desert gets very cold, but the fact that they need to import the Feron Pineapples from Lurelin means that the drink tends to be more expensive. Ealiyans, Tabanthans, & Ritos also tend to greatly enjoy it.

Hydromelon Daiquiri (Chilly & Hydrating 3-4) = Ice Fruit, Chilly Fudkarràck (Chilly & Hydrating), Hydromelon (Hydrating), & (Splash Fruit). - Made with Ealiyan Gerudo bartending techniques, who are often hired in Gerudo Town to be bartenders & it's absolutely extremely popular in Gerudo Town, especially in midday when it's hottest. Can technically be made with any Fudkarràck, but Chilly Fudkarràck is recommended. The Splash Fruit is both optional & expensive due to it being an import, but it makes for an even better & more effective drink. Very hydrating which is perfect for desert living.

Reminiscent Jaunt = Brushberry, Wildberry (juice), Ice Fruit, Frostbite Mine, Shock Fruit (juice), & Rama/Vodka. - This drink is cool & refreshing, known for eliciting a feeling of nostalgia. It's almost magical in how it causes the drinker to recall a fond memory. One that is specifically able to make all your troubles seem far away. Inspired by My Time At Sandrock.

Sàtrï Slush (Hasty 2-3 & Hydrating) = Ice Fruit, Sàtrï Shedeh (Spicy/Chilly & Hydrating), & Satori Cherry (Hasty & Hydrating). - Made with Ealiyan Gerudo bartending techniques, who are often hired in Gerudo Town to be bartenders. Only available during spring.

Chieftain's Resolve (Electro 2-3 & Hydrating 2) = Shock Fruit, Desert Queen (Chilly 2), Rock Salt, Gleam Ginger (Sunny), & Electro Màlàkshedeh (Electro & Hydrating). - Electro Màlàkshedeh is recommended as it doesn't negate the effects of the Shock Fruit. A very special occasion sort of cocktail meant only for celebrations. Was made in honor of Chief Riju & Sir Link's success against the Gibdos &, later, the Demon King.

- Virgin Cocktails:

*Virgin Noble Pursuit (Electro & Hydrating 3) = Palm Fruit, Hydromelon (Hydrating), Voltfruit, & Rock Salt. - 

Virgin Shockonàna (Stormy/Charged 2 & Hydrating) = Shock Fruit, Frostbite Mint (Biting), Electric Safflina, & Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing). - A relatively new cocktail only made after the Upheaval. A sweet & sour drink with some serious zing. A favorite among young adults. Kids love it because of the fizz that the Shock Fruit provides, especially on hot days. - A reference to Limonana which is a Middle Eastern mint lemonade.

Virgin Spiced Pineapple Shrug (Spicy & Hydrating) = Spicy Pepper, Faron Pineapple (Spicy & Hydrating), Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Warm Safflina, & Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing). - Very popular at night when the desert gets very cold, but the fact that they need to import the Feron Pineapples from Lurelin means that the drink tends to be more expensive. They can't be grown at oases, but not in large quantities the way they can in Faron. Ealiyans, Tabanthans, & Ritos also tend to greatly enjoy it. Not really a favorite of kids, but very much liked by those who like spice, but are unable to hold their liquor.

Virgin Hydromelon Daiquiri (Hydrating 3-4) =  Ice Fruit, Hydromelon (Hydrating), Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), Splash Fruit (Rapid & Hydrating), & Cool Safflina. - Made with Ealiyan Gerudo bartending techniques, who are often hired in Gerudo Town to be bartenders & it's absolutely extremely popular there, especially in midday when it's hottest. Kids love it. The Splash Fruit is both optional & expensive due to it being an import, but it makes for an even better & more effective drink. Very hydrating which is perfect for desert living.

Virgin Satori Daiquiri (Hydrating) = Ice Fruit, Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), & Satori Cherry (Hasty & Hydrating). - Made with Ealiyan Gerudo bartending techniques, who are often hired in Gerudo Town to be bartenders & it's absolutely extremely popular there, especially in midday when it's hottest. Kids love it.

Virgin Chieftain's Resolve (Hydrating) = Shock Fruit, Desert Queen (Chilly/Icy 2), Rock Salt, Gleam Ginger (Sunny), Electric Safflina, Stamstalk Stevia (Energizing), & Oasis Honey (Recovery & Detox). - A very special occasion sort of virgin cocktail meant only for celebrations. Favored by kids.

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Other:

Rocktorok Wax (Reforge) = Rugged Rhino Beetle, Skyloft Mantis (Windshear), Deku Hornet (Toxic), & Rock Octorok Stomach. - Repairs your shield. (Inspired by SS's Revitalizing Potion & BotW/TotK's Rock Octoroks.)

- Advanced Rocktorok Wax (Auto Reforge) = Rugged Rhino Beetle, Skyloft Mantis (Windshear), Deku Hornet (Toxic), Dune Ant, Sand Cicada (Sanddrift), & Rock Octorok Stomach. - Automatically repairs your shield upon breaking. Has 2 servings. (Inspired by SS's Revitalizing Potion+ & BotW/TotK's Rock Octoroks.)

Desert Travel Elixir (Sun Guard) = Ice Chu Jelly, Splash Fruit, Hydromelon (Hydrating), Sand Cicada (Sanddrift), Opal, Chillfin Trout, Summerwing Butterfly, & Water Octorok parts. - Often made for Zora's so they can venture into the desert without worry. As such, it sells for a high price in the Zora's Domains, as well as in Goponga.

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losing me (jj maybank)

well, didn't think i would be up until 2:30 AM writing this but just couldn't stop myself. so forgive any errors! i'm sure once i get some sleep and coffee, i'll be cranking out a part two but if you have thoughts or want to send a request in the mean time, send it here :)

requested by anon: hey, could you write something angsty/fluffy about JJ with prompt number 5 "don't take a step closer"? Maybe they had a fight and the reader wants some space but they make up at the end? (this is so angsty, i really hope you like it!)

word count: 4457

trigger warnings: mention of luke, unhealthy communication, reckless couple

“You’re not even listening to me,” you say, running a hand through your hair as you try to catch your breath. It’s too hot out, the sun is burning the exposed skin between your shoulder blades. It’s too bright and in the midst of your argument with your boyfriend, you’d forgotten to grab your sunglasses from the shop on your way down to the water. So here you are, squinting at JJ - hoping it comes off as the glare you want it to be while not burning your retinas. 

“Course I’m listenin’ to you,” JJ says. He grinds his teeth a little, looking down at the planks of wood on the dock. It looks like he’s trying to find words. He’s not doing well. “I never meant to miss it.” 

“Clearly not,” you scoff. “It’s only our two year anniversary…who could forget that,” you say, arms wide to hold space for the exclamation. 

You watch him try to gulp down the words. The milestone. You can tell he’s holding in any type of emotion that you’re begging for him to put on the table with his evidence for the reason he missed your very carefully planned out anniversary plans last night. After two years together and your whole childhood with the man, you knew the signs. Emotions, locked tight and tucked down deep in his gut until a belly full of beer brought them bobbing to the surface. His mouth is pinched tight, the sharp lines of his jaw accentuated as he sucked each word away with his deep breaths. 

“JJ, now is not the time to hold on to what you want to say.” You put your hands on your hips, leaning forward in expectation. You want to forgive him. But you need to hear it. Need to hear what was more important than celebrating your lives together. It wasn’t just your blooming romance after years of pinning. It was the fact that you were alive. After two years of wild goose chases around the globe, the hunt for gold, his dad…you’d survived. The Pogues had built a better life and you’d done it together. That alone was worth celebrating. 

So watching him say nothing, do nothing. You could feel the insecurity seeping into your veins slowly, like a drip. “I just…” he stops himself, tugging his old baseball cap off. His fingers tug through his hair, scratching at his scalp as he avoids your gaze. “I’ve been trying to work a few extra jobs…try to make enough to take you on a vacation.” 

It’s not what you expect him to say. I got too stoned out on the boat maybe or John B and I were distracted while on the Mainland but not that. Your shoulders slump, head tilting to stare at him. 

“What?” It comes out surprised, disarmed. 

JJ looks up at you finally. He must feel the way you relax a little, must recognize the tone shift because he’s moving forward with determination and cupping your cheek so that he can look down at you. “Yeah,” he nods, wetting his bottom lip and searching your face as he speaks. “You’ve been taking care of so much darlin’ and I just…I wanted to treat you for once. So I’ve been trying to get some extra funds tucked away so I could surprise you on that surfing trip we wanted to do to Bali…” 

Your heart melts at the thoughtfulness. “Really?” your eyes widen as your hands smooth up his wrinkled Maybank Charters tee, resting on his chest. 

He grins at you sheepishly, nodding a little. “Really…I’m sorry I missed our night, I just-,”

You cut him off, reaching up on your tiptoes to kiss him. You stumble forward a little from the fervour, pressing your lips to his with purpose. He’s sturdy though, tugging you into him and moving his other arm to glide along the exposed skin of your waist, the flat of your exposed back. He hums into your mouth, his tongue lapping at your bottom lip like a melting ice cream cone. 

“Well, that was fast,” you hear behind you and tug reluctantly away to see John B and Sarah, brows raised at the two of you. “Welcome back lovebirds…thought we were gonna have to make a bed on the floor for JJ tonight.” 

JJ tosses his arm around your shoulder, presses a kiss to the crown of your head. “We’re all good,” he ducks down to look at you. “Right?” 

You smile, lost in the vibrant blues of his eyes and nod, a little dazed from the kiss. He grins and pulls you in again for one last searing kiss. “Mmmm,” you start to say against his mouth, pulling away with a small giggle. You hold up a finger. “Under one condition.”

“And what might that be, m’lady?” 

“You’ve gotta take me out to the marsh tonight for the fireworks. It’s the last night of the season and we missed them last year because of El Dorado,” I say, poking his chest.

“Well…you are in luck,” he says, voice dropping as we get back up to the counter. “I know just the spot…real quiet…real private.” 

“Well, maybe if you’re lucky,” you whisper, grinning like you’re going to say something else but just pull away with a wiggle of your brows. 

“Alright you two, hands where I can see them. JJ, I need your girlfriend for a run to the bank so if you’ll put your eyes back in your head,” Sarah says, stepping between the two of you with a shake of her head. She looks like a mother, wagging a warning through the air. 

JJ blows you a kiss as you and Sarah turn to leave, smacking your ass as you walk away from him. You try to slap him away, not having enough time before his hand lands. He bites his lip and gets one kiss in before Sarah is shoving him off playfully. 

“Save it for tonight, you pervs,” she says with a loud laugh. 

“Fireworks start at 8,” I call out to him as we get down the walkway. 

“Charter boat leaves at 7:30 sharp,” he calls back. 

“I’ll bring the Natty Ice.” 

“A girl after my heart,” he touches his chest and waves his hat at you, like he’s a wife waving off her soldier.

The rest of the day moves fast. Between the trip to the bank with Sarah and gardening with Kie for the community dinner next week in town, it’s not long before you’re rushing up to your bedroom to change into your anniversary dress for the fireworks. It’s discarded on top of the laundry basket but you barely pay that any mind as you change. JJ isn’t there so you imagine he’s already out on the water, waiting patiently for you. You grab your favorite quilt blanket and the tote with the promised six pack along with a few other snacks for the trip before rushing back down the stairs to the porch. 

You see John B and Pope sitting, sipping on beers as they stare out at the water. They’re speaking softly, heads snapping over when they hear you approach. “Hey boys, good day?” you ask, adjusting the heavy tote on your shoulder. 

“Hey, yeah…” Pope says, looking over at John B. 

“You look great…headin’ to the charter boat already?” he asks, taking a swig of his beer with an urgency. Weird. 

“Yeah…” you nod slowly, looking between them. “It’s a little early but…you guys are acting weird. What’s going on?” 

“We’re not acting weird, totally not acting weird,” Pope says, the words rushing out. I raise a brow and nod. 

“Right,” you say, shrugging. “What…JJ proposing or something?” Their eyes go wide and your heart skips a beat. “Wait…is he-,” You hold a hand up. “Don’t, don’t tell me…I’ll see you guys tonight.” You take deep breaths as you cross the lawn, cross the water to the bait shop. You can’t see the tufts of blonde hair around the boat but he could be working on the engine. You don’t think about it as you climb the stairs.

“Ahoy Captain…” you call out, flipping off your sandals and placing the heavy tote down on the platform. Nothing. “JJ?” I call, glancing around the bow and climbing on board to glance around at the engine and inside the cabin. “You in here Hotshot? I’m looking for a sexy captain to take me at sea…” you peer around, pouting when you come up empty. “Where the hell is he?” 

You check your watch, realizing you’re still a little early. You convince yourself that he’s just run to the store. There is no chance in hell he’d stand you up again. Not after last night and this morning. But as the sun starts to set and the chill of the night brings nothing but lapping water against the dock, you start to lose hope. You tug your phone from your bag, checking for messages from the man but your inbox is empty. 

Your heart falls in your stomach when you start to hear the pops and shouts of joy across the marsh. It’s dark now, the dock lights buzzing with mosquitos as you get a splinter in your thigh while shifting to stretch your legs. The hem of your dress catches on a nail, tearing a little as you tug on it. “Fuck,” you mutter, tears threatening to spill over. 

You hear heavy padding come toward you but refuse to look up from the beer you’d cracked open and barely touched. A knee brushes against yours as they sit down beside you, sighing heavily. “Where is he?” Your tone is flat. You’re exhausted. 

“He really has been trying to save up money to take you on that surfing trip,” John B says. 

“John B,” you finally look up at him, tears sliding down your cheeks, leaving inky stains on your cheeks. You suck in a shaky breath, trying with all you have to blow it out without ripping a lung open. It hurts. “Where is he?” 

Later, John B would tell Sarah that he’d never seen you look so hollow and empty, so broken in that moment. He’s afraid to tell you. Frustrated that he didn’t try harder to get his idiot best friend to stay and finish work like he should’ve. Disappointed in himself for even mentioning the idea that JJ might not have enough for the place he’d bookmarked on the work computer for the two of you. “He’s doing a run…for Barry.” 

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It’s been an hour since John B sulked his way back up the dock after spilling the beans on JJ’s wearabouts. An hour had passed since Cleo, Kie and Sarah had screamed at the boys, putting them in the dog house for allowing JJ to do something so stupid. An hour since they’d all ran out to where you still sat, frozen in betrayal. 

They’d grabbed the bottle of emergency tequila from the surf shop freezer, stole the spare set of keys to the Snapper and practically picked you up and into the warmth of the cabin of the boat. Kie wrapped you up in the quilt you’d tucked under your arm from your bed and Sarah poured shots while Cleo drove, weaving through the marsh with a watchful eye. 

You cried. Grieved. Screamed. Another hour passes before your phone starts ringing out, loudly interrupting your venting session. You look down to see JJ’s name scrolling across the screen. “Fuckin’-,” you wind your arm back, ready to toss your phone into the marsh with the mackerel.

“Whoa, whoa,” Cleo is faster, slipping it from your fingertips. “Let me take this, before you do something you regret.” 

“I hate him,” you say, lip trembling as you wipe your nose and curl into yourself. 

“No babe,” Kie says, shaking her head and wrapping her arms around you again. “He’s done something stupid, like capital S stupid. But you don’t hate him, you’re just disappointed. And you have every right to be.”

Your phone keeps ringing, keeps beckoning you to answer. “Cleo, can you take us back? He won’t stop calling until then so…might as well get it over with,” you sniffle and head back to the docks. Dread fills you as the dock finally comes into view, not missing that there are only two figures standing under the flickering dim night lights strung along the walkway. 

“He’s not even back yet,” you stumble a little as you try to climb out of the boat. Pope reaches out to stabilize you but you glare at him, not wanting his pity. Your phone buzzes to life again and you laugh harshly. “Ridiculous. Fuckin’ ridiculous,” you spit, forgetting all your things as you make the long trek back up to the house. You can hear your phone still in the distance, the noise rattling in your haze. 

“Hold on, slow down,” John B calls, rushing after you - afraid you’ll fall into the water or hurt yourself in your drunken state. You only slow down when you see the headlight of the bike illuminating the side of the house, hear the car door slam shut in a rush. He’s quick to cross the grass, spotting you (and the rest of the chattering group frankly) coming toward him. You have to admit you aren’t expecting the nervous look on his face. The lack of a grin or smirk. He’s dirty, white tee shirt and jeans caked in what looks like mud. He shoves his hands in his pockets, his shoulders stiff.

You freeze in your tracks, fists squeezing so tightly that your nails dig into your palms. The tequila numbs the sharp burning sensation as you draw blood. 

"I was gonna be there,” he’s breathless as he gets the words out. His voice is hoarse. You wonder if he rehearsed it the whole way here. If he practiced it all day, right after you left him to go to the bank. 

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up. It’s sharp, bitter. "And yet, here we are JJ. Again."

JJ swallows hard. “I know, pretty girl, I know.” He takes a step forward toward you, ready to grovel at your feet. Ready to sweep you away to Bali on the next flight.  

You feel sick, your hands shaky as you raise a hand in defense. "Don’t move a single step closer."

Your words stop JJ in his tracks, halting every bone in his body. He goes cold and the words hit him like a ton of bricks. His hands go up, like he’s trying to show you he’s not a threat— that he’d never hurt you. He’s close enough that you can see the tears building up in his eyes, almost hurt himself at the way you’re recoiling from his presence. 

"I just—darlin’" He stops, exhales sharply and searches the grass for the words. Searching again. His eyes flicker behind you, at your friends. They’re trapped behind you, afraid to burst the bubble of tension and trying to distract themselves awkwardly while your relationship falls apart. "Can we just—can I just talk to you?"

"You could have talked to me last night, JJ. You could have talked to me this morning. Before I had to find out from John B that you’ve been working for Barry."

JJ flinches. He closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I was gonna tell you."

"Bullshit,” you mutter, sobering up as you throw your hands up in the air. You shake away the dizzy wave that runs over you and a sharp pain starts to rattle along your temple. 

He lets out a choked breath, dragging a hand through his hair. He looks maniac and you recognize the movements. He’s cornered, caught. Not sweet talking his way out of this. 

"I didn’t want you to find out like that, okay?"

"And yet, I did,” you say, quieter than expected as you look away from him. You don’t have the energy to fight him anymore. You’re tired. You’re broken. You wrap your arms around yourself and notice him look you over, take in your dress.

JJ shifts on his feet. "I wasn’t doing this to hurt you, okay?" His voice has a bite to it, turning up to fill the space that you’ve left in your absence of a fire. He can’t help himself in the way he fans an ember. "I was trying to do something good."

You don’t mean to say it. But your filter is gone, replaced with Jose Cuervo and heartache. "You sound just like him."

JJ stills. 

Your throat tightens. 

A long, heavy silence stretches between you. You feel like your friends have disappeared from behind you with how silent it is. 

His hands are balled up in fists, his head tucked down. I can hear how deeply he’s trying to control his breathing and when he glances up, you barely catch the tear sliding down his cheek before he swipes it away with the back of his hand. He looks away from you, toward the house looming to your right, like it’s an omen. “Say it.”

"JJ, I think we should take a breather," John B’s voice rings through the air, trying to defuse the dynamite that’s running out of wick. 

JJ throws an open palm into the air with purpose, stopping him in his tracks as he sets his sights on you. His gaze is mean, closed off. "Shuddup John B. Let her fucking say it. You think I’m turning into my dad."

Suddenly you feel trapped, your lungs shrinking as you try to take a full breath to collect yourself. How did you get here? Why did you let it get here? You’re taking too long to answer and JJ takes that as answer enough, not giving you a moment to respond.

He huffs out, chuckling to himself as he looks away, like he’s disgusted with you. Like he can’t even look at you. "That’s bullshit."

You feel dismissed, enraged all over again. So you step forward in the grass, shoulders back as you say "Is it?"

His head snaps back to you, eyes dark. "Yeah. It fucking is."

You move further up the hill, stalking toward him. He backs away from you, brows raised as you take him by surprise. If you weren’t so angry, you would’ve realized that he was in fight or flight mode. That your purposeful strides toward him were bringing up childhood memories he didn’t want to think about.

"You’re sneaking around behind my back. Sweet talking and lying to me. You’re making deals with Barry and calling it ‘working’ as if that makes it any better. You tell me, JJ. What part of that doesn’t sound like that son of a bitch?” Your voice loses momentum, ending in a whisper. You don’t want to do this. You don’t think JJ is his dad but there’s a very large part of your heart that worries about him, no matter how upset you are. 

He points a finger at himself, growling before saying "I was doing this for us. I was trying to give you something better, something more than just–,” he pivots away from you, afraid he’ll break if he looks at the softening look on your face for a second longer. Afraid that you’ll forgive him out of pity. Again.

"That’s your problem JJ. I never asked for more. I just asked for you.” The headache is building again and I have to plant my feet wide to keep the yawn from escaping me. 

JJ drags a hand down his face, scratching at the caked mud on his jaw. He bites his cheek, puts his hands on his hips. You can see the bricks stacking back up in his mind, the gears practically turning in his head. He shuts the conversation down with a simple "I don’t know how to be enough for you."

"That’s such a cop out JJ, c’mon.”

"No. It’s fine. You don’t have to say anything. I get it. I get why you’re done,” he adjusts his cap on his head, nodding convincingly to himself. “We had a good run, you know?” 

Your shoulders slump, hands falling to your sides as he shuts down. You realize there on the lawn in the middle of the night that you don’t know how much more of this you can take. You’re tired of being the only one holding this relationship together. Tired of JJ throwing himself into chaos and expecting you to just sit back and watch him self-destruct when conflict gets too real. You know that Luke was awful. That JJ’s upbringing really impacted his ability to express himself. You love him and at the same time, you always hit a wall of miscommunication. 

You look past him—right to his bike.You find yourself shutting off your brain, you find your legs carrying you across the rest of the damn grass toward the house. You slip on an old pair of boots you’d left by the side of the house after doing some repairs to the siding a week ago. You try not to think about it too much as you move back over to JJ. 

He looks unbothered but his eyes follow you. You try to not pay attention to your group of friends, watching the two of you fall apart intently. When you get close enough to JJ, you’re sure the last thing he’s expecting from you is for you to shove your hand into his pocket. 

“Whoa, hey,” he says, voice cracking a little as he looks at you confused. “What are you–,” 

The jingle of his keys causes his mouth to snap shut. He looks up at you, alarmed as you back away and stride quickly to the bike. It’s a fluid motion, swinging your leg over his bike. He’d taken you for rides more times than you could count but you realize it’s the first time you’re starting it yourself as you stick the key in the ignition. 

“What are you doing?” he calls out when the headlight flickers on, nearly blinding him. Illuminated by the light, you can see how dirty his clothes are. He’s caked in mud and if you look close enough, you almost think you can see dried blood on his elbow. It’s a glaring reminder of the danger he put himself into as a way to prove he could provide for you. You swallow hard and clench your jaw. 

You stop paying attention as he crosses the light to make his way toward you. "Hey. Seriously, what the hell are you—"

You kick the stand up.

"Okay—wait—Y/N—just hold on—"

You tune out his voice as you reach down, turning the key the rest of the way. The engine roars to life.

"Okay, seriously—that’s enough, alright?" He steps over the wheel, his face close as he grabs the handlebars. He tries to get you to look at him, tries to reach down to turn off the key but you swat his hand away. 

"What? I can’t hear you," you call over the rumble of the engine, leaning forward to look up at him with a sharp look.

“Cute,” he grunts, trying again to reach down to turn off the bike and put an end to this. He can hear the pogues coming up the hill, shouting. “This is a bad idea.” 

“Bad ideas have good outcomes all the time, JJ.”  

JJ freezes. You grab the throttle tighter, hands shaking a little from the adrenaline. You’re buzzing now, wide awake. You should feel bad. But you’ll leave that for tomorrow. You rev the engine, watching the panic washing over his face. 

"Alright, ha-ha, I get it darlin’. Very funny. Now just get off the–” he looks up at you, nodding encouragingly “just get off the damn bike. We can call it quits for the night, and regroup in the morning when we’re thinking clearly."

It’s a solid plan, a responsible plan. But you’re feeling reckless and the phrase ‘call it quits’ is reminding you of how he shut down earlier. 

"Thinking clearly? I’m thinking real clearly JJ," you snap, fire burning in your chest now. "You get to sweet-talk your way through our arguments, call it quits when we get too deep. You get to run off, get in fights, make some money working with Barry—no communication, no heads-up, no partnership—and I just have to sit there and hope you come back in one piece."

JJ goes pale. His eyes widen, blue eyes twinkling with fear in a way I’ve never seen before as his mouth drops open. His hands cover mine, trying to peel my fingers from the throttle. But my grip is too tight, it just causes the engine to rev again. 

"Y/N, baby. Come on. Just—just stop for a second, let’s talk about this." His voice is uneven, cracking as he searches my face to find reason. "It’s late alright. I can tell you’re exhausted, you’ve been drinking on the boat."

"Ohhh, I’ve been drinking,” I nod. “Riiiight. But what was that you told me that one time…oh! The beer totally helps me drive with more fluid movement, you know? Levels me out if anything,” I shrug. 

He curses to himself, glancing back helplessly behind him. You take the opportunity to push backwards. JJ turns back to you, arm outstretched as you roll from his grip. He tries to hold on, desperately trying to pull the heavy bike back into a safe position. 

"Fuck—okay, I get it! I get it, alright? Just—please. Please don’t do this."

"Why?" you fire back. "Because now you know what it feels like?"

JJ sucks in a breath. His fingertips are barely holding the bar as he looks at you, pleading. You stare back at him, heart pounding. He looks gutted, an absolute wreck. It’s a cruel punishment, you know it is. You hate the look of fear in his eyes, the pleading look to take a second and be smarter than him. I hesitate, take a slow breath to steady myself. 

He must take that as a white flag because he takes a hand off the handlebar and lets out the breath he was holding. He makes the mistake before he can even realize, cracking a smile like this was all just some joke and says “There’s my cautious girl.”

I don’t even think about it as I flip into first gear, the way I’d seen him do so many times before, and let go of the throttle. The sudden motion causes him to let go and there’s nothing he can do as I speed off into the night. 

[shih-coulda-had-it]

6 kink nanahiko!

6. car sex || wc: ~700 || continuation of this ficlet! (so, a fuller entry into the nana lives!AU... hm)

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“What happened to not having sex inside the car?” Sorahiko demands, as Nana takes advantage of Float to leave the driver’s seat and hover over him in the passenger’s, pinning him with one hand while reaching down to crank the lever with the other. He lets out a startled huff when the chair--previously lowered--forces him to sit upright.

Nana hadn’t had many opinions about the construction of the supercar, but she was very insistent about two things: a roomy footwell for long legs, and the capability to polarize the windows.

“You looked like you were having a good time,” she says breezily. There is a click as Sorahiko releases the seatbelt lock, and Nana withdraws her hand before it snags on the retracting line. She shrugs off her jacket and slings it to the backseat.

“Your eyes weren’t on the road?”

“I’m a great multitasker.” For example, first Nana unzips the upper half of her top, and then while Sorahiko struggles to piece together a good response, she seizes the waistband of his underwear and yanks it down to join his jeans where they’ve been left at mid-thigh. 

“You are a romantic,” Sorahiko says, unfairly, because he draws her in for a kiss, cupping her face with both hands. It is soft for the occasion, sweet and chaste despite Nana’s intentions to make the supercar a site of raunchy memories. Nana feels herself melt into it and valiantly keeps to her plan.

She’s Floating and the windows are polarized. Nana grasps Sorahiko’s thin wrists, breaks the kiss but keeps her mouth near his ears, and as she guides his hands to her own jeans, she whispers, “Help me take ‘em off.”

He acknowledges the order with a groaned, “Yes,” and deftly unbuckles the belt, undoes the button and the zipper. Her jeans and underwear are dragged down. They make it past her knees, but Nana’s forgotten to unlace her boots. Shit. 

Ah, it’s fine. The position Nana has in mind works without her being able to kick Sorahiko’s ass.

“You Floatin’ for this?” he asks.

“One second.” Nana spins around. She tucks her legs in and point her boots to the footwell, braces her hands at the ceiling and the safety handle, fits herself against Sorahiko. His erection is very present against her rear; Sorahiko clutches everything but Nana and hisses a curse. “Should I re-tie my hair?”

“It’s in my mouth,” he reports miserably. “I’ll do it.”

And he does. From the half up-do, Sorahiko tugs the band free and collects her long hair into one unbroken stream. He sweeps it up into a low ponytail, then kisses the sensitive space behind her ear to signal a job well done. She shivers. She drops Float and sits heavily in his lap, eliciting a louder, clearer, “Holy fuck--”

“This is cozy,” she says, smug. Nana snatches one white-knuckled hand and flattens it against her abdomen. She slides it down, down, until Sorahiko’s touching the core of her blind. 

“You forgot the condom,” Sorahiko rasps. “You’re gonna ride me and put me away wet?”

“Hey, we’ve got several hours before Toshinori’s plane lands. We can ventilate the car and get a quick shower before parking in Narita.”

He grinds the heel of his palm against her clit, tests her readiness to take him without fingering. They haven’t had time or space to have full penetrative sex for a bit, but Nana’s dreamed about fucking Sorahiko in this car since the Commission’s techs entrusted her with the key. She whines out loud when he sinks two inside, straightaway, and his other hand gropes at her chest, holding Nana closer.

“Yeah,” she breathes, bearing down on the fingers, breasts heaving against the restraint. “Yeah, Sorahiko, that’s exactly it. Come on. Give it to me.”

“How are you this wet,” he says. He sounds dazed with the wanting. “You weren’t even the one touching yourself for the past fifteen minutes.” (Yeah, so she probably broke a speeding law getting to this secluded parking point, but they’re off the expressway. When Sorahiko tells her to hurry the fuck up, Nana puts her foot on the gas pedal. Sue her.)

“Multitasking,” Nana answers, and she laughs when he grumbles.