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melanchoire · 2 days ago

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SMACK THAT ──── ahn yujin.

── ( 🏀 ) in a world where cheerleaders and athletes are seen as allies, your world turns upside down when a heated clash with the stunning captain of the women's basketball team, ahn yujin, ignites a fiery passion that threatens to turn rivalry into something much wilder that leaves you questioning your loyalties—and igniting a burning desire that neither of you can resist.

pairing. bratty dom!basketball player!ahn yujin x sub!cheerleader!fem reader

warning(s). cum eating, cunnilingus, dirty talk, fingering, nipple play, semi exhibitionism, squirting.

word count. 5,5k

the move was a whirlwind. boxes overflowing with your life were crammed into the back of your parents’ car, the goodbye hugs from your friends lingered in the air, and the endless miles of highway blurred into a monotonous landscape. new house, new neighborhood, new faces — it was all a bit overwhelming. but the biggest hurdle, the one that filled you with a quiet dread, was the new school.

surprisingly, it wasn’t the social apocalypse you’d envisioned. your classmates were… tolerable. the teachers seemed genuinely invested in their subjects. the school itself was modern and well–equipped. the problem, as always, was sports. or rather, the mandatory sports selection. unlike your old school, where PE was a shared misery endured by all, here you had to choose a specific athletic activity. a cold sweat prickled your skin. this was your everest.

you didn’t even like sports. what could you do? in elementary school your classmates always hated teaming up with you because you had no interest in participating in class or playing the silliest sports and games.

you’d always been the kid picked last. the clumsy one. the one who tripped over air and whose athletic contributions usually involved apologizing profusely. elementary school recess was a blur of mortification, the crushing weight of your teammates’ disappointment a constant companion. the thought of reliving those days made your stomach churn.

lunchtimes became a minefield of awkward conversation and forced smiles. afternoons were spent strategically avoiding the gym, the fields, anywhere remotely athletic. you were a ghost, flitting through the hallways, desperate for a safe haven in a world that seemed obsessed with athleticism.

during lunch on your third day, you sought refuge in the near–empty classroom during recess, hunched over your phone, fingers flying across the screen as you texted yizhuo, your best friend from your old school. you typed furiously, lamenting your predicament: “it’s literally sports or nothing. what am i supposed to do, zhuo? fake an injury for the entire year?”

suddenly, as you waited for her reply, a shadow fell across your phone screen. you looked up to see a girl standing before you, a beacon of bright red hair and an even brighter smile. she was tall, with a lithe, athletic build, and an almost cartoonishly cute bunny smile.

“hey.” she said, her voice surprisingly gentle. “i’m yuna. me and the girls… we saw you’ve been having a little trouble figuring out the whole sports thing.”

you shifted uncomfortably, feeling your cheeks flush. “yeah, you could say that.”

yuna’s smile widened. “so, listen. well, we might have a solution. the cheerleading team is thinking about opening auditions to add a new member this year, and we thought… well, we thought you might be interested. it’s kind of a secret right now, but we thought you might be interested. before everyone else finds out and the tryouts are even harder.”

cheerleading? you blinked, completely taken aback. you? a cheerleader? you’d never considered cheerleading. the idea seemed so absurd, so utterly out of character, that you almost laughed. it wasn’t exactly graceful, but maybe, just maybe, it was something you could do. but the desperation in your heart outweighed the absurdity. any port in a storm, right?

“i… i don’t know, yuna.” you stammered. “i’m not exactly known for my athleticism.”

yuna waved a dismissive hand. “don’t worry about that.” yuna said, her voice reassuring. “we can teach you everything. just… give it a try?”

what did you have to lose? at least this was better than the embarrassment of fumbling your way through a soccer game or, heaven forbid, trying to dribble a basketball.

you looked into her bright eyes, saw the genuine kindness there, and something inside you cracked. “okay…” you breathed. “okay, i’ll try.”

yuna squealed with delight, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet. “great! c’mon, the girls are waiting!”

she practically dragged you across the campus, her energy infectious. you ended up on the sidelines of the university’s athletic fields, next to the basketball court. a group of girls was laughing and chatting amongst themselves.

“guys, this is… umh…” yuna trailed off, realizing she hadn’t actually asked your name.

“it’s (y/n).” you supplied, feeling your cheeks flush.

“okay, (y/n)–ssi. this is chaewon, karina, and wonyoung.” yuna beamed, gesturing to each girl in turn. they all greeted you with warm smiles and polite introductions, instantly making you feel more at ease.

yuna introduced them with a flourish: chaewon, all boundless energy and infectious enthusiasm; karina, radiating warmth and a mischievous glint in her eyes; and wonyoung, with her quiet confidence and elegant demeanor. they welcomed you with genuine smiles and polite introductions, making you feel instantly at ease.

“sometimes other girls join for practices.” yuna continued, “but the four of us are usually the main cheerleaders during the games.”

“welcome to the cheerleading squad where there's free entertainment.” chaewon joked.

as if on cue, a chorus of giggles erupted from the bleachers overlooking the basketball court. you glanced over to see a group of girls huddled together, their eyes fixed on your group. even from a distance, you could sense their amusement.

wonyoung rolled her eyes. “ugh, it’s them. don’t mind them.” she said dismissively. “that’s the basketball team.”

yuna, who followed wonyoung’s gaze almost immediately, can’t help but let out a scoff at the sight of the basketball team, sweeping them with her gaze in the dirtiest way: you wouldn’t lie, if she did the same thing to you, you probably would have peed your pants and fainted from embarrassment right then and there. “they think they’re so cool.”

you looked closer. you didn’t recognize any of them, which wasn’t surprising, given you were still practically a stranger. but they certainly looked like they belonged: athletic builds, confident swagger, and an air of effortless cool. they weren’t all dressed in athletic wear — some wore their school uniforms, others casual clothing.

then you noticed something else. two girls with short, dark hair were playfully shoving the shoulders of a taller girl with wide, puppy–dog eyes who was wearing her cap backwards. smirks danced on their faces as two other girls murmured things to the other three.

and then they looked at you. a not–so–disguised look, filled with a mixture of amusement and something you couldn’y quite place. you felt your stomach clench.

wonyoung scoffed. “yeah.” she muttered, “typical losers.” she proceeded to give you a rundown of the team: kazuha, ryujin, yujin, yunjin, and a girl nicknamed “winter.”, whose real name was minjeong, but apparently only her close friends used it. she painted them as the stereotypical jocks, surrounded by adoring admirers, whose lives revolved around basketball and popularity.

“they’re like the typical frat boys or playboys in the movies, you know?” yuna added, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “except, you know, girls.”

the way wonyoung and yuna talked about them, trading gossip and inside jokes, made it clear that this wasn’t just casual observation. there was a history there, a rivalry, maybe even a touch of… something else.

karina, sensing your unease, stepped forward with a warm smile. “don’t worry about them. we’re happy to have you. hey, why don’t you join us later? the school gym will be free, and you can show us what you’ve got.” her tone was casual, but the intensity in her gaze made it clear: they wanted you. not just on the team, but… well, you weren’t sure what else.

and so it was. that afternoon, you found yourself in the echoing expanse of the school gym, attempting to contort your body into positions it hadn’t seen since… well, never. the girls patiently guided you through stretches, jumps, and basic tumbling, their encouragement a welcome balm to your self–consciousness. after testing your skills and flexibility, the four girls welcomed you into the team with open arms.

of course, since you were still a newbie, they told you that at first it would be better if you were not the one who was the “flyer” (the athlete who is lifted into the air during a stunt or pyramid) when they did the group stunts, putting yourself together with another of the girls as “bases” (the athletes that hold the flyer or “top girl” in the air during the stunt) until you gained enough confidence to take on the more challenging role, but in this case, wonyoung and yuna would be the main ones that would catch you, since they were the ones with more training and experience than the other two, they knowing how to grab or hold you when you didn’t have much experience or confidence.

cheerleading practice quickly became the highlight of your day. the girls were supportive and encouraging, and you found yourself enjoying the challenge of learning new skills. you even started to feel… dare you say it… athletic?

practices quickly became routine, a bizarre mix of grueling physical exertion and surprisingly fun camaraderie. you learned to trust your teammates, to rely on their strength and support, both literally and figuratively. you even started to enjoy the challenge, the feeling of pushing your body beyond its perceived limits.

the basketball team, however, remained a constant, and unwelcome, presence. karina explained that since the cheerleaders preferred to train outside on the basketball court because it was better than the stinky gym, so it was obvious that you would see the basketball players around here.

their behavior was bizarre. you felt like they were like perverts, wearing their stupid jerseys and basketball pants along with those backwards caps, having smirks or shit–eating grins and seemed to be enjoying themselves every time the cheerleaders practiced. you caught them smirking and exchanging knowing glances, like they were in on some private joke.

yujin’s gaze, in particular, made you uneasy. you always felt her eyes on you, burning a hole in your back. whenever you were the flyer, you could hear her teammates cheering her on, clapping her back, and pushing her shoulders towards the basket. whenever you looked over your shoulder at her or turned around you saw her eyes quickly move from your ass to your face, grinning or biting her lip to avoid a smirk, her grin a mix of amusement and… something else you couldn’t quite decipher.

one night, you were at a party, trying to navigate the crowded dance floor, when a ridiculously handsome guy approached you. he leaned in close, his voice barely audible over the thumping bass.

“hey.” he said, his eyes sparkling. “my friend wants to kiss you.”

you felt a jolt of surprise, followed by a surge of nervous excitement. he gestured behind you, stepping aside so you could see who his friend was. your smile faltered. the excitement evaporated.

standing a few feet away, surrounded by a gaggle of friends and the ubiquitous basketball team, was yujin. she’s smiling even with her eyes, holding a can of beer while the other idiots chant her name and push her by the shoulders between them, pushing her forward, the backward cap casting a shadow over her eyes.

that cap, that oversized hoodie, those baggy jeans, those beat–up converse sneakers… suddenly, you found yourself noticing the curve of her jaw, the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the confident swagger in her posture.

wait a minute…were you drooling over ahn yujin? your own consciousness shook you back to reality. it couldn’t be, could it?

you glared at the well–meaning messenger and abruptly turned away, heading back to your group of friends. but even over the noise of the party, you could hear the sound of your name being called, followed by a wave of raucous laughter.

the air crackled with nervous energy. you straightened your new cheer uniform, the fabric feeling stiff and unfamiliar against your skin. the basketball game was about to start, a cacophony of cheers and shouts already echoing from the stands. you were still new to this whole cheerleading thing, still trying to memorize the routines, still acutely aware of yujin’s persistent gaze.

as you made your way to the court, practically vibrating with apprehension, a familiar figure blocked your path. ahn yujin, radiating cocky confidence, stood grinning in front of you. her backwards cap cast a shadow over her mischievous eyes, which sparkled with amusement.

“well, well, look who it is…” she drawled, her voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine against your will. “hey there, cheerleader. heard you’re heading in. gonna cheer me on, huh?”

you crossed your arms, trying to project an air of indifference you definitely didn’t feel. “don’t flatter yourself. i’m here to support the team, not you specifically.”

yujin chuckled, a sound that was somehow both infuriating and strangely appealing. “sure you are. but i know you’ve been thinking about me. a lot, probably.”

“in your dreams.” you scoffed, but your cheeks betrayed you with a telltale flush.

“oh, i have plenty of dreams.” yujin said, her eyes gleaming suggestively. “and you’re in most of them. wearing that little skirt, too.”

“okay, pervert alert.” you muttered, rolling your eyes. although you tried to avoid it, your cheeks slowly began to turn a reddish color. you hated how she could easily have an effect on you.

yujin laughed, undeterred. “listen, about that kiss…”

it doesn’t take long for your brain to work to understand what she’s talking about. of course, that kiss that her friend asked you for at that party — honestly, you thought they were just joking around and looking to annoy and piss someone off to pass the time, but knowing yujin’s reputation, you knew she wasn’t entirely joking.

“don’t even start.” you snapped. “i don’t owe you anything.”

“oh, i think you do.” she chuckled, her voice low and teasing. “you love playing hard to get; i admire that about you.”

“c’mon~...” she persisted, stepping closer. “why don’t we make it interesting? a little wager, maybe?”

you raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite yourself. “what kind of wager?”

“if we win today, you’ll give me a kiss. a real one. aand if we lose…” she paused, leaning in closer, her breath warm against your ear. “... i’ll stop bothering you. completely. no more staring, no more teasing, no more showing up at cheer practice just to make you blush. deal?”

the offer was tempting, ridiculously tempting. the thought of yujin’s attention, her constant presence, finally fading away was almost a relief. but the idea of actually kissing her… despite the annoyance, the frustration, the undeniable fact that she was a major pain in the ass, a thrill shot through you.

the words were out of your mouth before you could stop them. “you’re on.” you tried to sound confident, but you were sure your voice quivered slightly. “and if you cheat, i get to pick your punishment.” you added, a smirk playing on your lips.

yujin grinned, her eyes sparkling with challenge. “deal. don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

“fine.” you said, trying to sound nonchalant. “but don’t expect me to pucker up. you’re going down.”

“we’ll see about that.” yujin whispered, her grin widening as she turned and jogged towards the court. “see you after the game, babe.”

you watched her go, your heart pounding in your chest. you’d just made a bet with the biggest flirt in school, a bet that could end with you kissing her or, blissfully, never having to deal with her again.

the game was a blur of squeaking sneakers, bouncing balls, and roaring crowds. you tried to focus on the cheer routines, but your eyes kept drifting back to yujin. she played with an intensity that was mesmerizing, a raw energy that crackled in the air. every time yujin made a perfect shot, which was often, she’d blow a kiss in your direction, her eyes sparkling with triumph.

and then, it happened. the final buzzer sounded, the score displayed in bright, unforgiving numbers on the scoreboard. they had won. and not just won, but dominated. yujin, MVP, was grinning triumphantly, her gaze locked on you.

your stomach dropped. you had lost. you owed yujin a kiss.

fueled by a mixture of anger and mortification, you practically stormed toward the locker room after the game, yujin hot on your heels.

you slammed the locker room door behind you, breathing heavily. you leaned against it, trying to calm your racing heart.

then, the door creaked open. yujin sauntered in, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “running away?” she teased, easily catching up to you. “i thought you were the feisty type.”

“shut up, ahn.” you snapped, stopping abruptly and turning to face her. “you wouldn’t stop annoying me and now what? are you happy for winning?”

she grinned, thoroughly enjoying your anger. “extremely, yes.” she admitted, taking a step closer.

"this is ridiculous.” you protested, crossing your arms. “it was just a stupid bet.”

“a bet is a bet.” yujin said, stepping closer. “and i won fair and square.”

“you cheated somehow, i know it.” you accused, your voice rising slightly.

yujin laughed, shaking her head. “jealous much? I'm just that good, baby.”

“don’t call me baby.” you snapped, your cheeks burning.

“why not?” yujin teased, closing the distance between you. “you like it when i call you that.”

“i do not!” you retorted, but the lie hung in the air between you.

yujin stopped right in front of you, her gaze intense. “you’re so cute when you’re angry.” she murmured, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face.

you glared at her, your fists clenched. “i’m not kissing you.”

“oh, i think you are.” she whispered, her voice laced with playful challenge. “unless you’re going to chicken out?”

that was all it took. you grabbed her by the collar of her jersey and pulled her in. your lips crashed together in a kiss that was far more heated and desperate than you had anticipated. you were angry, frustrated, and caught up in a moment of reckless abandon.

yujin moaned softly, her hand cupping your face as she deepened the kiss. your own arms reached up to wrap around her neck, pulling her closer. the kiss was electric, a rush of heat and sensation that made your head spin.

you lost yourself in her, the scent of her skin, the taste of her lips, the feel of her body pressed against yours. her hands moved down your back, pulling you impossibly closer, and you gasped against her mouth.

the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. you felt your own body responding, your need for her growing with each passing second. her hands slipped under your cheerleading top, tracing the curve of your waist, and you moaned against her lips.

you were both breathless, desperate. you wanted more, needed more.

yujin pulled back slightly, her chest heaving as her eyes, dark with desire, looked into yours. “i still have a few minutes before my post–game interview, do you want to...?”

“just fuck me already, yujin.”

the locker room was dimly lit and empty, the air thick with the scent of sweat and the distant echo of cheers from the basketball court outside. yujin backed you up against the wall, caging you in with her arms on either side of your head. she leaned in until her lips were a mere whisper from yours, her breath hot against your skin.

“this will be your way of paying me back for taking so long to give me what you owed me.” she breathed, before capturing your mouth in a searing, hungry kiss. her lips moved demandingly against yours, her tongue delving past your teeth to explore the warm cavern of your mouth. yujin kissed like she did everything else — with wild, reckless abandon.

one hand slid up to tangle in your hair combed in a half ponytail, tugging lightly as she deepened the kiss, while the other gripped your hip, pulling your body flush against the hard planes of her own. you could feel every inch of her lithe, toned physique pressed against you, from her plush breasts to the lean muscles of her stomach and thighs.

yujin broke the kiss with a soft, wicked laugh, smirking down at your undoubtedly kiss–swollen lips and dazed expression. she licked her lips, tasting you on them. “fuck, you taste even better than i thought you would.” she praised, her voice a low, seductive rasp. “i’m going to have so much fun ruining you, baby.”

“just—... try not to mess up my uniform too much. you know, my team will suspect things if they see me leaving here in a bad state with you.”

obviously. both the cheerleading team and the basketball team, as soon as the game ended, you two headed to the dresses in the blink of an eye. of course, your initial intentions were clearly not to be alone to fuck the girl who was always trying to piss you off on purpose by flirting with you… maybe in part yes, but you wouldn't admit it out loud!

yujin threw her head back and laughed, a rich, throaty sound that echoed off the locker room walls. she looked down at you, her dark eyes glinting with amusement and lust. her hand slid from your hip to your ass, giving it a firm, possessive squeeze.

“oh, baby, don’t worry about your cute cheerleader outfit. i’ll make sure you're presentable enough for your squad...eventually.” she purred, her voice dripping with wicked promise. “but first, i’m going to mess you up in ways you’ve never been messed up before.”

with that declaration, yujin crashed her lips back onto yours in a brutal, demanding kiss. her tongue pushed into your mouth, dominating you, claiming you. she kissed you like she owned you, like you belonged to her.

yujin’s hands slid under your cheerleading top, pushing it up and over your chest. she broke the kiss just long enough to yank the garment off over your head and toss it carelessly to the side. her fingers found your breasts, palming the soft mounds, feeling the stiff peaks of your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra.

yujin attacked your neck with bites and kisses, sucking dark marks into your skin. her teeth grazed your pulse point, and she licked over it, feeling it jump beneath her tongue. one hand slid down your stomach to the waistband of your cheer shorts, slipping inside to cup your mound.

“you’re already so fucking wet, aren’t you?” yujin breathed against your neck, her fingers rubbing your clothed slit, feeling the dampness seeping through. she nipped at your earlobe and whispered. “don’t worry, baby. i’ll take good care of this cute pussy… once i’m done playing with it.”

she punctuated her words by shoving your cheer shorts and panties down your thighs, letting them pool around your ankles. cool air hit your heated skin, but it was quickly replaced by the scorching heat of yujin’s fingers as they pushed between your legs and found your naked, dripping sex.

yujin groaned softly against your neck as she felt your slick folds, your arousal coating her fingers. she circled your clit with the pad of her thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your hips buck forward, seeking more of that delicious friction.

“that’t it, baby. grind on my fingers just like that.” yujin encouraged, her voice with a low, seductive murmur. she slid one long finger inside your tight heat, feeling your walls clench around the intrusion. she pumped it slowly, shallowly, teasing you with the promise of more.

her other hand pushed down the cups of your bra, freeing your breasts to the cool air. yujin’s mouth found your nipple, drawing it into her hot mouth and suckling greedily. she licked and bit at the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

yujin added a second finger, pumping them faster, harder, curling them to hit that special spot inside you with every thrust. her palm pressed against your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in time with the plunging of her fingers.

she could feel your body tensing, your muscles tightening as your orgasm approached. yujin knew your body better than you knew it yourself. she could feel the fluttering of your walls, the way your breathing grew ragged and shallow.

just as you were about to tumble over the edge, yujin pulled her fingers out of you and stepped back. she brought her soaked fingers to her mouth, sucking your essence from them with a moan of appreciation.

“fuck, you taste divine.” yujin praised, her eyes dark and hungry as she looked at your disheveled, desperate form. she licked her lips, savoring your flavor.

the sudden emptiness inside you made you open your eyes. rilting your head still against the wall behind you, you look at her with half–lidded eyes, still somewhat shaken from your near–orgasm. “why did you stop?”

yujin smirked at your breathless, frustrated question. she could see the desperation in your eyes, the way your chest heaved with each ragged breath. she loved reducing you to this state of need, knowing that she held the power to give you the pleasure you craved… or deny it.

“shhh, baby. patience.” yujin cooed, trailing her fingers teasingly along your inner thigh, staying maddeningly far from your aching core. “i stopped because i want to taste you. i want to bury my face between your thighs and devour this sweet cunt until you’re screaming my name.”

yujin gripped your thighs, pushing them further apart as she sank to her knees before you. she looked up at you through sooty lashes and with a wicked and hungry grin, her dark eyes filled with lust and promise with a gaze intense and hungry. her hands gripped your thighs, pushing them further apart, opening you up to her eagerly exploring mouth. without breaking eye contact, she leaned in, her breath ghosting over your dripping folds.

“you smell incredible… and i bet you taste even better.” yujin murmured, inhaling deeply. her fingers spread your lips, exposing your glistening pink flesh to her appreciative gaze. “i can’t wait to taste you, baby. i’m going to eat this pretty pussy until you’re begging me to stop… and then i’ll keep going.”

with those words, yujin dove in, burying her face between your thighs. her tongue, hot and slick, dragged up your slit in one long, slow lick. she moaned at the first taste of your arousal, her eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

yujin licked and sucked at your folds, her mouth covering your slit entirely as she lapped at your essence. she focused her attention on your clit, suckling the sensitive bundle of nerves with single–minded focus. her tongue flicked and circled, teasing out more of your delectable juices. yujin pushed your thighs further apart, burying her face deeper into your cunt, eating you out like a starving woman.

as she ate you out, yujin’s hands gripped your ass, kneading the firm globes and pulling you harder against her mouth. she consumed you like a woman starved, like she needed your taste to survive.

yujin paused briefly to hook one of your legs over her shoulder, having your thigh over her shoulder and your leg resting on her back, opening you up even more to her hungry mouth. she licked her lips at the sight of your glistening, dripping folds, now fully exposed and vulnerable to her teasing ministrations.

“look at this pretty pussy, all wet and ready for me…” yujin purred, running a single finger along your slit, feeling the slick heat. she brought her finger to her mouth, sucking your essence off with a moan of appreciation. “you taste even better than i imagined, baby. i could eat this sweet cunt for hours.”

with that declaration, yujin dove back in, burying her face between your thighs. she licked and sucked at your clit with reckless abandon, spurred on by your desperate moans and the way your body squirmed against her. one hand reached up to pinch and tug at your nipple, rolling the stiff peak between her fingers.

yujin could feel your walls fluttering, your body tensing as your orgasm approached. she knew you were close, and she wanted to taste your release, to feel your cum coating her tongue as you screamed her name.

she focused her attention on your entrance, plunging her tongue deep inside your tight channel. she fucked you with her tongue, thrusting in and out, feeling your velvet walls clench and grip at the slick muscle. at the same time, she rubbed your clit with the pad of her thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure to send you flying over the edge.

determined to give you more, she slid three fingers inside your dripping sex, pumping them in time with the thrusts of her tongue. she curled them, rubbing that special spot inside you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. yujin could feel your walls starting to flutter, your body trembling with impending ecstasy.

“yes, that’s it baby. come for me.” yujin urged, her voice muffled against your sex. she looked up at you, her dark eyes blazing with lust and hunger as she gazed at your face, watching your every expression. she wanted to see your beautiful face as you lost yourself to the pleasure she was giving you.

with a final, hard suck to your clit and a deep thrust of her fingers, yujin pushed you over the precipice. she felt your pussy clench down hard on her fingers, your walls spasming and fluttering as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave.

your cries of ecstasy filled the locker room as you came undone, your fingers gripping yujin’s hair, holding her in place as she rode out the aftershocks of your release. yujin just moaned against your sex, the vibrations adding to your pleasure, drawing out your high.

yujin could feel your body stiffening, your muscles pulling taut as your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave. she didn’t let up, continuing to thrust her tongue and fingersdeep inside your spasming cunt, fucking you through your intense orgasm. your essence gushed out, flooding yujin’s mouth and chin as she lapped it up greedily.

finally, after long, blissful moments, your body went limp, your leg slipping from yujin’s shoulder as you slumped back against the wall. yujin slowly pulled away, sitting back on her heels and looking up at you with a self–satisfied smirk.

yujin licked her lips, savoring the taste of your release that still lingered in her mouth. she took a moment to admire her handiwork — your chest heaving, your skin flushed, your hair a wild mess around your face. you looked thoroughly debauched, and yujin felt an intense sense of pride at being the one to reduce you to this state.

rising to her feet, yujin leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered. “that was so hot. watching you come undone on my tongue, feeling your pussy spasm and gush all over my face... i could get addicted to making you scream like that.”

she nipped at your earlobe before trailing her lips down the column of your throat, sucking a dark mark into the sensitive skin. her hands slid up your sides, cupping your breasts, kneading the soft mounds. she could feel your heart pounding beneath your ribcage, still racing from the intensity of your orgasm.

yujin’s fingers found your nipples, rolling and tugging at the stiff peaks. she could feel them harden even further under her touch, your body responding eagerly to her ministrations. she smiled against your skin, knowing that she could easily work you up to another peak.

yujin pulled back slightly, glancing at her smartwatch and cursing under her breath. she had lost track of time, too caught up in pleasuring you to pay attention to the ticking seconds. reluctantly, she released your breasts and stepped away, straightening her clothes and running her fingers through her disheveled hair.

“shit, i can’t believe it, but i’m going to be late for my post–game interview if i don’t hurry.” yujin muttered, grabbing her phone from where she had tossed it earlier. she shot you a wicked grin, her eyes glinting with unspent lust. “rain check on the rest of our fun, baby. i promise, next time i won’t let anything interrupt me wrecking this sexy little body of yours.”

yujin leaned in for one last searing kiss, plundering your mouth with her tongue. she nipped at your bottom lip before pulling away and giving your ass a firm smack. “think of me when you’re getting ready for your cheer game later. i hope the next time you touch yourself you imagine it’s my fingers buried deep in this tight cunt, and if you’re good enough, you can pick me up after my training with my team, i wouldn’t mind a fuck after playing.”

she purred, delivering one last filthy promise before turning and sauntering towards the door.

with a final wink thrown over her shoulder, yujin disappeared through the locker room door, leaving you alone and desperately aroused, already craving her touch once more. you knew it wouldn’t be the last time she left you in such a state — yujin always got what she wanted, and right now, she wanted you.

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sugarwarachan · 3 days ago

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pairing: shigaraki x afab!reader

based on this prompt list: ²⁾ “you’re telling me you really have nowhere better to be than here today?”

cws: FLUFF THIS IS SO FLUFFY WHO AM I, shigaraki is a pining mess, no quirks au, I know nothing about actual corporate offices except that I hate them lol

wc: 600 (a wee babe)

Shigaraki Tomura is not doing well.

For starters, he’s staring down the barrel at a year-long, cry-into-your-pillow-every-night kind of crush, and the object of his affection is literally standing outside of his house in the rain, asking to come in.

On Valentine’s Day.

He’s pretty sure his brain is visibly leaking out of his ears.

“Tomu, are you all right?”

You’d think after months of working in an office together, he’d have a handle on being normal around you, but apparently that’s not the case today. The nickname makes his heart hammer so loudly he can barely hear himself answer.

“You’re telling me you have nowhere better to be today than here?”

Thunder claps overhead. Rain starts pouring down in earnest, pounding the pavement behind you. He ushers you into the entryway, trying to keep his cool when you steady yourself on his forearm to toe off your shoes. Your shirt clings to the curve of your waist in a way he does not trust himself to look at too closely.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I like hanging out with you.”

You can’t be serious. It's you. The last person in the world he expected to be alone on today.

"You know what day it is."

You level him a look. "I do, actually. I have this thing called a calendar. I think you also have one installed on your phone?"

"Ha ha, marketing monkey."

You poke your tongue out at him. "Whatever, creepy IT guy."

He’s happy to sink into this routine, actually. It’s familiar. Touya calls it flirting; Tomura tries not to call it anything.

"I did get you something, though," you say. "For Valentine’s Day."

You hand him a simple red box tied off with a silver bow.

"Don’t laugh too hard at it, okay? I tried."

You’re never uncertain. He noticed that about you right away, assumed you’d be standoffish and rude because of it just like all of his other coworkers.

But you hadn’t been. You’d been kind in the way that made his teeth hurt.

He opens the box slowly, almost reverently. Inside are small, homemade chocolates, all molded in a somewhat clumsy likeness of his dog Mon.

Fuck.

He stares into the box, dumbfounded.

Sure, you play League with him on the weekends, and yes, he’s gone over the days you have coffee with him so many times they're seared into his brain, but that doesn’t mean you like him.

Except—

This is a lovely, hand-crafted gift that makes him feel so wanted he could actually drown in the feeling. It has to mean something. Right?

“Tomu?”

He snaps himself out of it.

"This is, umm." Shit, he actually has no idea what to say. He looks at you, which is a bad idea, because now all he can think about is how fucking pretty you look in his house, next to his things, bending down to greet Mon as he flies from downstairs to greet you.

"That bad, huh?" You pretend to joke, ruffling Mon's ears.

"No!" he all but shouts, wincing mentally before crouching down beside you. Mon rolls over to show off his belly.

"It's the best gift I've ever gotten," he tells you. "No one's ever made me something like this."

And because no one has ever made him something like this, Tomura takes a chance.

"Do you want to stay? You can run a bath while I grab some food and we can make a day of it?"

You grab his hand and thread your fingers through his, beaming.

"I'd love nothing more."

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cherryblossomcowgirl · 2 days ago

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Sun To Me

WC: 2.5k

Warnings: Death of spouse; mentions of accident; grief; angst; FLUFF

“Uncle Mav!” My son runs as fast as his little legs can take him towards the beach football game. Maverick turns around, beaming, “AJ! Get over here!” He picks him up and spins him around. AJ is belly laughing and I walk up, “Hi Mav.” He sets down my son and wraps me in a hug, “Hi kiddo.” The beach is crowded and Maverick laughs, “Sorry, squad bonding. Thought we’d throw the old pig skin around.” I smile, “I’m just happy to see you … and the sun. Don’t get much of that in Washington.” Maverick laughs, “Yeah, make sure you use sunscreen. You are pale as a ghost.” We laugh and he checks his watch, “I’m having my squad over for a cookout, do you guys want to come? It should be close to your rental.” AJ starts pulling on my leg, “Please Mommy? Please?” Part of me wants to go back to the rental and not be surrounded by aviators for the night. Part of me also knew what I was getting into when I took the contracting job here. I chuckle, “Sure buddy. Just for a little bit.”

Maverick’s house is the same as always. Minimal decor and piles of work papers. “Everyone is out back, want a drink?” I nod, following him to the cooler. AJ grabs a juice box and starts running around the backyard. Penny sees me and walks over, “Y/n, it has been too long!” I hug her, “I know, Pen. How are you?” “I’m good. How are you, honey?” I take a second, “Better. We will be okay.” She looks at my hand and sadness washes over her face. I give her a weak smile, “I put the rings in a memory box when we packed up everything. It was too hard seeing them everyday.” Penny nods, “How is AJ doing?” I look over at my son. He’s only 4 but he is so tall, just like his Dad. I sigh, “He’s doing good. Asks about him a lot. It’s getting easier to tell him stories.” She hugs me, her eyes watery. There is a moment of silence before we walk over towards the group of people near Maverick. AJ runs over, so I pick him up for a squeeze. Maverick calls out, “Daggers, this is Y/n and her son AJ. She’s going to be working on our radio communications for the next few months.” The aviators wave and some introduce themselves to me. Then the back gate opens and Bradley walks through. He beelines to AJ, “Little man! You need to slow down, you’ll be taller than me soon!” AJ giggles, “Uncle Roo, you literally are so big that’s IMPOSSIBLE.” Bradley turns to me, “Hey, Y/n. It’s good to see you.” He wraps his arms around me and I breathe in his familiar scent, “Hey, Roo. You too.” Penny takes AJ in to play with some toys while I sit with Bradley and Maverick, catching up after a year of being apart. Their work has been crazy, as always. I tell them that mine is as boring as always, so I am happy to be here. “Need another beer?” I nod, following Bradley to the cooler. On the way we pass a few men who are standing close, talking in hushed voices. A man with dark hair motions to me and murmurs, “Yeah… that F-16 that went down last year? That’s the guy’s family.” I freeze. Part of me knew that they might know my husband, but another part of me was hoping they didn’t. Bradley turns around, eyes filled with worry, “Are you okay?” I nod, “I just need a minute.” I head towards the back of Maverick’s yard to get some air.

The waves are crashing on the sand. I close my eyes, taking a moment to breathe. Seeing Roo is still hard for me. He became best friends with my husband during their time at the Academy. Best man at our wedding. God father of our child. How did it end up like this? I look to the sky for an answer, but I’m met with the same stars I see every night. Roo stands beside me and drapes his arm around my shoulders, “AJ is growing up so fast.” “I know. Did he tell you he knows all the planets?” He laughs, “Yeah he sang me a song about them. You should be proud of yourself, you’re doing such a good job with him.” Tears sting my eyes and I whisper, “I have no clue what I am doing.” Sadness fills Bradley’s brown eyes, “But you’re doing it. I should’ve been around more and I’m sorry. Now that you guys are here, I want to help.” “You don’t have to do that.” He looks up at the sky, “I need to… for Archie. I remember the day he asked me to be AJ’s Godfather… you had just found out you were pregnant. Archie knew it was going to be a boy.” I throw my arms around Bradley, squeezing as tight as I can. We stand like this for a minute, then little arms wrap around our legs. “Mommy! Uncle Roo! Up!” I wipe my tears and bend down, picking him up. He wraps his little arms around me and Bradley. AJ looks up, “Uncle Roo? Will you come over to our new house?” Bradley smiles, “Of course! How about I pick you up from school one day this week.” AJ’s eyes widen, “Mommy, can he? Can he please?” I look at Bradley and AJ, both staring at me with pleading eyes. I laugh, “Okay, deal. But Uncle Roo has to get a car seat for the Bronco.” They celebrate their victory and I check my watch, “AJ baby, it’s time to head home for bed.” He whines and Bradley chuckles, “It’s okay bud, I’ll see you soon. I promise.” We say our goodbyes and I take him back to our little rental. He falls asleep immediately and I drift away right beside him.

The first week of the new job was busy, but I like it. It doesn’t give my brain any time to wander. Seeing the jets lined up at the hangar brings a lump to my throat. AJ’s teachers say that he is adjusting well. Every day he tells me stories about his new friends and what they did in class. Friday rolls around and Bradley texts me a photo of AJ in a car seat with a text that says “See you soon, Mommy!” I smile and set my phone down on the kitchen counter. The Bronco pulls into the driveway and AJ comes running through the door, “Mommy! Uncle Roo bought me a baseball glove AND A BALL! He’s going to play catch with me!” Bradley walks in behind him, holding the baseball gear. I hug AJ, “Did you say thank you?” Bradley smiles, “He did about a million times.” “Well you boys go play, dinner will be ready soon.” AJ runs out the back door and Bradley follows, grinning from ear to ear. I watch them from the window. My heart is aching and happy at the same time. Of course Archer picked the best Godfather. I open the back door, “Okay boys, dinner is ready! Wash your hands!” They come inside and AJ cheers, “Yay! Spaghetti night!” We sit down to eat and AJ tells us all about school. Bradley talks to AJ about work. AJ finishes and asks if he can go play, running into the living room to build his puzzle. Bradley looks at me, “When was the last time you had a night without AJ?” I think back, “Before Archer. I’m used to the quiet nights.” Bradley shakes his head, “The squad is going out tonight and you’re coming. Amelia can watch him. We can head over once he’s asleep.” I try to protest but Bradley stops me, “You are allowed to have a life, Y/n.” I look at my hands. I know he is right. Amelia is great and would probably like the extra money. I stand up, “Okay, let me start his bedtime routine. Then I’ll need half an hour to get ready.” Bradley smiles, “Deal. I’ll call Amelia now.”

An hour later, AJ is asleep and Amelia is in the kitchen chatting with Bradley. I walk out and they smile at me. I leave Amelia my number for emergencies, following Bradley to his Bronco. On the ride to the bar, he clears his throat, “When was the last time you played pool?” I shrug, “A long time ago. I’ll be rusty.” He laughs, “Well, your rusty will wipe the floor with my squad. Just don’t take too much of their money, okay?” I smirk, “I’m not making any promises.” We pull into the parking lot of Penny’s bar and I follow Rooster inside. Penny smiles, “Amelia was so excited you called! Good to see you.” I smile and grab the beer she set on the counter, “She is sweet for coming last minute.” Bradley pulls me towards the pool table, his squad is standing around chatting. Everyone says hello and Bradley hands me a cue, “Warmup round? You and me?” I smile and nod. The Daggers watch as I absolute demolish Bradley. He throws his hands up, “I surrender. I don’t understand how you’re so good at that.” I shrug, “It’s just angles.” He laughs and shakes his head. The rest of the squad takes turns trying to beat me. Pheonix is good, Bob is okay, but Jake almost beats me. I sink my final solid and then the 8 and he chuckles, “Back home they’d call you a pool shark, darling.” I laugh, “No, that’s only if I was taking y’all’s money.” He smirks, stirring up an odd feeling inside of me. The night continues on, filled with chatter and laughs. A woman comes over, asking Bradley to dance. He glances at me, “Go! I’ll be fine.” I sit down, checking to see if Amelia has texted. I take a breath, I know he is perfectly fine and probably sleeping like an angel. Jake walks over to the table and holds out his hand, “C’mon, a pretty lady shouldn’t be sitting down when there’s a slow song playing.” I think for a second. He’s Bradley’s friend, so he’s probably just being nice. I would be lying if I didn’t say he is very, very attractive. Guilt gnaws at me and I push it down. I take his hand, “Why not.” He pulls me onto the floor and we two step. It has been so long since I have danced with an adult and I love this song. I hum along and Jake smiles, “Zach Bryan fan?” I nod, “I have his vinyl. Been trying to teach AJ how to dance.” Jake chuckles, “How’s he doing?” “Good, the height difference makes it pretty difficult.” He spins me around and pulls me back in. His cologne surrounds me, earthy and citrus. My focus is on his hand, holding my waist with a calm but steady force. “You liking it here?” “Mhmm. I get to see the beach everyday and it’s nice being closer to Roo.” He raises an eyebrow, “How is it that you know Rooster?” I look in his green eyes and see genuine curiosity. He doesn’t know. I clear my throat, “He was best friends with my husband.” Jake’s eyes are still curious, “Was?” Weirdly enough, the question doesn’t upset me, “Archer, my husband, passed away last year. He went through all of his training with Roo.” His face falls, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” I give him a small smile, “It is okay, you didn’t know.” Jake spins me again and finishes the dance with a dip, “Thank you for the dance, Y/n.” He grins from ear to ear. I blush and head back to the squad. Bradley rejoins the group and nudges my arm, “Saw you dancing.” “Oh hush, it was nothing.” Bradley chuckles, “If it was nothing then why are you smiling like that?” I elbow him, “Drop it.”

The next morning, for the first time in a long time, I wake up in a great mood. I decide to take AJ to the beach. He cheers as I pack things into our car. I drive a few miles, until we reach a spot that isn’t too crowded. I set up a tent and AJ starts building sand castles. “Mommy, look! I made a tower like Tangled!” “Good job baby.” I lay beside him, picking out seashells for his castles. The waves crash on the shore. The smell of the ocean calms my soul. A southern accent brings me back down to Earth, “Y/n?” I look up to see Jake, shirtless and glistening. “Hey, Jake!” AJ looks up, “You were at my Uncle Mav’s house.” Jake leans down and smiles, “Yes sir. I work with Maverick.” AJ hums and keeps building, “Do you want to build sand castles with me?” “Oh honey, Jake is probably busy.” Jake shrugs, “I was just running. I would love to help you, buddy.” He gets down to AJ’s level and starts collecting sand. I smile as I watch him interact with my son. He could’ve kept going about his day, but he didn’t. Instead he is indulging a bossy 4 year old. Jake’s green eyes meet mine, “Funny running into you, I was just thinking about you.” I blush, hoping he doesn’t notice, “You were?” He nods, “I had fun last night.” “I did too.” AJ looks up from his castle, “A fun night? Did you watch a movie?” I chuckle, “No baby, but movies are fun!” Jake nudges him, “What’s your favorite movie?” AJ taps his chin for a moment, “Beauty and the Beast.” Jake raises an eyebrow, “Why’s that?” AJ shrugs, “Because my Mommy is just like Belle.” I smile at my son and Jake glances over at me, “Maybe we should watch it together sometime.” My eyes widen and AJ stands up, “Yes! At my new house! Mommy you need to buy popcorn.” I take a second, analyzing what just happened. Jake wants to spend more time with us? Watching a kids movie? The same odd feeling I had last night happens again. A weird feeling of warmth spreading through me. Jake leans closer, “I don’t want to overstep. You can always say no.” I take a breath, “Of course you can come over for a movie night.” AJ climbs on Jake’s back, “My bedtime is 8 so come over before that.” Jake chuckles, “Yes sir.” I look over at him, “I’m sure you have other plans on a Saturday night. It was already so kind of you to build castles with him.” Jake shrugs, “No other plans, besides what could be as fun as movie night with AJ?” They high-five and AJ starts dancing around, overjoyed by the evening’s new plans.

#glen powell x reader #jake seresin x you #hangman x reader #hangman x you #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin x reader #top gun maverick #hangman fic #top gun #bradley bradshaw x reader

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whimsypjm · 2 days ago

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sensitive ── J.JK

summary ── you two have been friends since the beginning of time. after finally getting together, you guys had a miscommunication problem regarding your sex life in concern that jeongguk didn't want you but truth is, he's just a sensitive boy, too sensitive.

content warnings ── self conscious jk, sensitive jk, nipple play, pussy pocket, vibrator, dirty talk, whiny jk, orgasm denial, sub jk, dom reader, pre-discussed kinks and wtv, safe sane and consensual, jk hugs a pillow to his chest like a cutie, a hint of dacryphilia, jk cries but he loves it.

word count ── 2.3k

note ── i love big muscled men who are 5x bigger than me but are whiny little subs. so i present you this and more soon to come <3 - i didn't really edit or reread, so please bare with me !!

There was one thing you loved no matter what in your sex life with Jeongguk and that was how incredibly sensitive he was. Yes emotionally but also physically.

You had been with Jeongguk since you guys were kids and you grew up together. You went through the awkward teen stages together, sneaking over to each other's houses, calling each others’ parents your own, hell - you two were basically attached at the hop. It was only time before you guys started dating, everyone basically was betting on it - literally, your mother pulling out 20 bucks and giving it to your dad with a grumble.

Your friends had teased you guys by repeated mutters of finally. They just never thought you guys would wait to date when you were halfway through college.

However, you two never started anything sexual for a few years. At first, it was just messy makeouts on each other’s beds. It’s not that you didn’t want to go further but instead, Jeongguk didn’t want to. He was always so adamant about pleasing you and would offer to use his mouth or finger you but he shut down any advances you made to please him.

At first, you paid little attention to it until it got confusing. Did he just not want to fuck you? Were you ugly? Did he hate how you looked? Did he hate your body? Was he even turned on by the thought of you? Was he asexual?

It took a few weeks before you brought your concerns up to him. He was red in the face and immediately shutting down your concerns.

“-No, no, no- It’s not like that, at all. Really.” He breathed out quickly, immediately reaching out for your waist and pulling you closer from where you stood before him on the bed and onto his lap. You sighed, hands going to his hair as he hid his face in your neck.

“Well, talk to me, baby. I can’t know what’s going on or how to help if you won’t talk about it. Communication, remember?” You said and he groaned.

“You’ll laugh at me.” He whispered, arms around your waist tightening when you tried to move back. “I think I’ll die if you laugh at me. Anyone but you.”

You couldn’t help the frown tugging on your lips, immediately combing your fingers through his hair in an attempt to soothe him. You pressed kisses against his head. “I won’t laugh, I promise.”

“You will…” He whined. This time, you tugged his head back by the strands of his hair and you could see the glossy cover over them, tears budding.

“No, I won’t. I love you, Ggukie. All of you, no matter what.” You cup his face, using the pads of your thumb to wipe away the tears falling. “Just tell me, whatever it is, I promise it won’t change anything unless you want it to. I’m right here beside you.”

There was a pout on his lips before he sighed, resting his forehead against your chest. “-ensitive…”

“Huh?” You asked, not catching what he whispered.

Jeongguk lifted his head up, “I’m sensitive.” and when you only sent a confused faze, he groaned. “Like really sensitive. I-I… Any, uhm, stimulation makes me cum easily.” His voice faded towards the end, his gaze fell from your face and head down.. “I didn’t want to disappoint you, I don’t want to now so I just-said no to sex.” He sniffled. “Didn’t want you to laugh at me either.”

“Baby,” You whispered, hands cupping his face and tilting him up to look at you but he had his eyes closed. You sighed, “Look at me, baby. I’m not laughing, am I?”

It took a few seconds but little by little, his eyes began opening and you gave him a small smile before pressing a few kisses at the top of his head before making your way down the slope of his nose and against his lips. You leaned back, hands pushing the strands of his hair back. “I’m not laughing.” You told him, “It’s not embarrassing, not at all.” You pressed another kiss to his lips.

“You don’t- You don’t wanna break up, right?”

At that you couldn’t help the giggle that passed your lips. “Never, baby. You’re all mine.”

And you showed him just that. Kissing every inch of his body before you fucked him and had him eat you out like the good boy he was and eager to prove he was.

Ever since then, you both discovered many things about yourselves sex wise.

However, you guys were trying something different tonight.

Orgasm Denial.

You sat between his legs, his own over yours and he held a pillow against his chest. You haven’t even touched him yet and his cock stood proud against his abdomen. You had lube in front of you, along with a pocket pussy and a vibrator.

You ran your hands along the inner of his thighs, getting close to his cock before you ran your nails back down his thighs, feeling the way he tensed but it definitely wasn’t out of discomfort if the twitch of his cock was anything to go by.

“Ready baby?”

“Yeah…” He whispered, “I’m good.”

You opened the cap of the lube bottle, pouring enough on your fingers before you rubbed the goo between them to warm up the cold substance. After all, Jeongguk is incredibly sensitive.

You did light touches at first, only the tip of your finger trailing his shaft, just enough for him to get desperate for me, hips bucking up in search of your hand but you moved it back before he could get more. “Sit still.” You scolded him.

“Please…” He whined.

Unlike times before, you didn’t tease him too much. This time, you wrapped your hand around his cock, a groan slipping from his lips. You couldn’t help the smile on your lips, moving your hand up for one stroke and feeling his thighs flex above your own. Then you did a second stroke before running the palm of your head against his tip, precum smothering against your hand and adding to the lubrication, his hands tightening their grip on the pillow with a groan, abs flexing.

“Already getting close baby?” You laughed, watching how your muscled boyfriend hid his face in the pillow, nodding his head.

But you didn’t relent your touches, you needed him close to the edge. So, you continued the strokes, grip tightening the closer you got to his tip, thumb occasionally running across it or digging into the slit until he jerked away from your hand with a muffled cry. But of course, it only took a few strokes until you knew he was close, hips desperately thrusting into your hand and toes curled. Just when the pleasure was about to flood his veins, your hand moved away and his hips thrust into the air only to meet nothing.

With your clean hand, you provided a soothing rub against his thigh until he calmed down, face moved from the pillow and eyes catching yours. “You okay baby?”

Jeongguk immediately nodded his head and you smiled. Jeongguk knew what to say to make it all stop, just the simple word ‘red’ and you’ll stop everything the second it leaves his mouth. But instead, he only waited for you to continue, a hint of eagerness in his eyes. You couldn’t help the smirk carving its way upon your face, you wiped your dirty hand upon the towel that was beneath Jeongguk before reaching for the pocket pussy and lube.

You dribbled the liquid upon his shaft, listening to the way his breath stuttered at the coldness that contrasted against his burning skin. “Doing so good for me, baby.” You told him before you gripped his shaft, just a light one as you pressed the opening of the pocket pussy against his tip, his hips immediately going up, allowing just an inch more into the sex toy but you didn’t let him get any farther, your free hand immediately going to his hip and holding him down. “Breathe, focus on me.” You told him, pushing the toy all the way down his shaft and listening to the muffled groan he let out against the pillow, thighs tensing as he waited for you to move but, you weren’t that simple. Instead, you shuffled closer, arms on his thighs to keep him secure but leaving enough room for you to move a hand down, fingers taunting his skin before cupping his balls. You watched the way his abs flexed.

“Cute.” You muttered but before he could say anything, you moved the toy up his cock and fondled with his balls. His back arched from the bed just a little, toes curling and sounds muffled by the pillow once again.

You didn’t slow down, not one bit. The grip on the pillow only tightened, body trembling beneath your ministrations, the slick wet sounds of his cock being thrusted inside the fake pussy filled the room with his silenced groans.

It took merely a minute or two before one of his hands reached down for your wrist, your name tumbling out of his lips repeatedly when his face moved from the pillow. “Please- oh god, I can’t! Y/n, going to-”

Just when his words got stuck in his throat did you pull the toy off of him, pre-cum profusely leaking from his slit and cock twitching for relief from its swollen state, desperate for the pleasure that was being snatched from him. His stomach pooling heat, waiting for the second he could just let go. But that wasn’t anytime soon, he had two more denials before he was allowed to come.

Jeongguk peered down at you with teary eyes, the pillow against the bottom of his face.

Sensitive.

You leaned forward, shifting onto your knees with the vibrator in hand. You pushed the pillow to rest further down his chest. His face was decorated in red and his lips formed into a pout. You giggled, leaning down to press a kiss upon them. “Remember, focus on me.” You told him, the buzz of the vibrator coming to life echoed throughout the room. You stayed leaning forward, hand by his head to keep yourself up but you moved your other hand down, grasping his cock and pressing the vibe against him, feeling the way he jerks in the palm of your hand as you moved it up, pressing the vibrator against his tip. He gasped, teeth clenching with a whine making its way out, tears falling from his eyes.

“Baby, look at me.” You whispered, his watery eyes shifting to meet yours, more whines falling from his lips. “It’s okay, you’re doing so good.” Jeongguk shifted the pillow up again, just enough to tuck it against his chin, a choked cry falling from his lips as his legs trembled, toes curling. “Breathe,” you reminded him, his hands tightening against the pillow and hearing the gasps that fall from his lips pathetically. You moved the vibrator up and down a few times, using his pre-cum as lube - not like you needed it now, his cock practically soaked with his own juices with the lube you used before.

“Hghn-” Jeongguk began shaking his head, “please, please, please-” he whined, hips moving against your hand and you could feel him pulse, reaching closer and closer and closer until-

He let out a cry, your hand moving away from his cock as you sat back and watched how it pathetically weeped against his abdomen. “-mean, mean, mean.” he mumbled, moving the pillow close enough to hide his face, nuzzling against the padded comfort.

“I know baby,” You muttered, using your free hand to rub up and down his tensed thighs ,”just one more and then we’re done and you can cum. Just one more. Do you think you can handle that, baby?”

He nodded against the pillow, peering up at you once more with hooded eyes, wet lashes fluttering. “Wanna be good.” He mumbled.

“I know, baby. You are my good boy.” You reassured him, the pad of your fingers running along his shaft and feeling him twitch beneath your touch. “You’ve been doing so good for me.”

He took a couple of breaths before he mumbled out that he was ready. His eyes watched you carefully as you turned the vibrator in hand back on, your free hand moving back to his thighs and rubbing them soothingly as you moved the vibrator closer to him, this time you pressed it against his balls first, it was not what he prepared for and his body lurched out of shock, trying to moving away from the strong vibrations but you kept him in place and moved the toy up his cock that leaked at the attention.

The pleasure built up fast, way too fast and just as it felt like nothing could take away the impending orgasm, you did . Moving the vibrator fast away and he let out a whine that could easily be mistaken for a sob.

Jeongguk immediately made grabby hand towards you, needing you closer and you obliged, whispers of encouragement pouring from your mouth as you leaned above him once more, his arms immediately going to wrap around your neck and bring you close enough for a kiss. It was soft and sweet, lips moving against yours slowly. All until you had to pull back for a breath. “You did so good, baby. So good for me.” You used one of your hands to brush the strands back from how it stuck to his forehead because of his sweat, he leaned into your touch. “Ready to cum?”

“Yes, please, please-” He begged.

You chuckled, hand going down to wrap around his cock and he hissed. Already so sensitive from before that it only took a few pumps for the pleasure that’s been pooling hot in his stomach to finally snap,the hot pleasure to rush through his veins and his body to shake. Tears unconsciously falling from his eyes at the numbing orgasm wracking through his body, lasting longer than any he’s had before.

You pressed kisses against his face, hands rubbing over his body until he calmed, relaxing against the bed and turning into putty beneath you.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x oc #jungkook x original character #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral mc #smut #jungkook smut #dom reader #top reader #x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook oneshot #jungkook fanfic

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dismas-n-dismay · 3 days ago

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Shaw Pack Centric Headcanons >:]

(This one’s a long one)

Milo’s parents used to get him perms and hair straighteners as a kid and it fucked up his hair texture like CRAZY. He started to take care of it himself instead of letting his parents do it in his mid-teens so most of his middle school and high school pictures are him with the most fried fucking hair you’ve ever seen.

He hides every family photo album deep in the bookshelves so he can’t be teased abt it even though his hair is so good now you’d never suspect it had hella damage back then

Asher Cannot stop chewing on things. All of his pens have bite marks, and as a kid he used to chew on his nails and fingers like crazy until Gabe gave him a chew stim toy to cut it out.

Now Ash wears a chew stim necklace shaped like a bone :]!

Milo and Sweetheart aren’t married but he did buy them both necklaces as a symbol of their mateship! They both have different gemstones that are the others favorite- Sweetheart has a lapis and Milo has a green jasper!

Asher has gotten fleas on multiple occasions. He’s a grown ass man.

Angel will lay on top of David’s chest to play games, they don’t even talk to him, they just lay there and play games and when David tries to move them so he can go cook they get huffy like a cat does.

David is very confused each time they do this.

David: ??? :[

Angel: *hissing profusely at being moved during prime parallel play affection time with the hubby*

David taps his nails on his desk, counters, and basically anywhere as a stim/when he’s anxious or stressed. It’s one of the few physical tells he has aside from the wrinkles in his brow from furrowing them so much

David likes to groom Angel a lot, the only part that sucks is that he literally Never shifts to do it but still has the innate instinct to clean his pack mates and his mate in general.

So he just traps Angel with cuddles and licks at their cheek while they protest half heartedly (they love the affection they just like being bratty)

Asher was the tallest for a while in wolf form! A lot of family pictures that have them all as teens are usually just of Ash as a large, near white, blonde teen with Dave and Milo pouting. When David’s growth spurt kicked in Asher would Not stop crying.

David fucking hates being called Dave more than being called Davey- he’s Very Adamant he does not look like a Dave. Dave is a loser name for loser people, he’s David. Get it right.

David actually has a lot of dog-ish tendencies when shifted which is funny because he tries Very Hard to be cool and professional when he is shifted. He’ll scratch at his ears with his front paws a lot or gnaw at his leg if it itches without a second thought, it’s why he prefers just staying human-mode as much as possible, he’s like the only wolf aside from Asher that has those habits and being in the same category as Mr “I still have fleas at 30” is not the best look for a leader of a pack.

David has half lidded eyes! But more in a “I’m very very tired” way than a hot way, Angel and Asher still think it’s hot though.

Milo has several different collars for Aggro that Aggro never fucking wears outside of photo shoots or family photos with Sweetheart and Milo. Asher teases him abt it all the time but Milo doesn’t care, his family WILL be matching for his family fucking photos man.

Milo and Sweetheart have several family photos hung up in their house of them and Aggro and they do family photoshoots a lot! They even have some with the whole pack/gang! They all managed to match for that one and they have two different versions of it hung over their tv in the living room, one of them all as a normal family and one of them all bickering like a normal family <3

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Aggro generally wears a green collar which fits his long orange fur and green eyes nicely <3 He’s a Big Boy and loves to jump straight into Milo’s belly when Milo lays on his bed

Aggro is near silent except for when he wants doors open that he can’t do himself or when he thinks Sweetheart and Milo are upset (taken from my own kitty, Tiny, who will not shut up if doors aren’t opened immediately)

All of the Shaw Pack boys are deadly cuddlers, you Will be smothered in their arms, I’m so sorry, you can’t escape

Asher definitely gets tattoos around his scars, the one on his chest has a flower garden around it with all of his friends favorite flowers as a reminder they’re always with him <3

Angel, Sweetheart, Babe, and Darlin will (once every three months) randomly swap places with each other and chill in the other ones houses just to see how their mates react. They swap their phones with each other and everything just for the extra freak factor of “Why do you have my mates phone??!” “I am ur mate babe don’t you remember :]?”

None of the guys find this funny and Milo threatened to lock Darlin out in the rain for it once

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Asher likes cream cheese icing while Babe would rather die if they ever had to taste cream cheese icing ever- the planning for their wedding cake was almost a disaster until they agreed to just get buttercream frosting

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cherry-coffees · 1 day ago

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Labyrinth, Chapter 3: Uh-Oh, I'm Falling in Love

Premise: Ever since Vi saved you on that Piltover ship, there's been tension between you two. But when Vi suggests a late-night sparring practice, you and her reach a breaking point.

cw: 1.7K words | childhood crush!Vi, minor mentions of sparring, kissing, confessions, fluff, EEEE sm cuteness

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

The old, usually dark house is filled with warmth and good spirits tonight. None higher than Vi’s: who’s smugly recounting the successful mission and how just how good her leadership had been. “Yeah,” she smirks, leaning back in her chair as she runs a hand through her pink hair. Her chair next to you — since when did this become the new seating arrangement? “I got us all out before the guards could catch us.”

Meanwhile, Mylo and Claggor are busy stuffing their faces with the food that selling all the stolen jewelry had bought them, Powder’s talking your ear off about some necklace she had found during the raid, and Vander’s listening to Vi’s ramblings. For your part, you’re half-paying attention to Powder. Though, admittedly, your mind is elsewhere.

Why had it felt so good to be carried in Vi’s arms? You had been in danger back there, yet you had never felt safer than when she had literally swept you off your feet. You know it had been a heat-of-the-moment action; the fastest way to ensure you were both hidden when the guard rounded the corner. But you can’t ignore how your heart had sped up, how you had clung to her just a little harder than necessary.

And how warm she had been in the night’s cold air.

And-

“Hey,” Vi’s voice breaks you out of your stream of thought. The others had evidently moved on to talking about something else, but her eyes are locked on yours, imploring. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you smile, if a little nervously. “I’m good.”

“Okay,” Vi nods, but she doesn’t look away. Instead, her hand comes up to scratch the back of her neck, almost sheepish. “For your first job, you were pretty good.”

“Thanks,” it’s your turn for your smile to turn sheepish. “Um, and thanks for that, by the way. You know, saving me before the guard could see us.”

She blinks, as if surprised you’re bringing that up. “Oh, right. No problem. It’s my responsibility to make sure everyone’s okay.”

“Yeah…” your voice trails off, the swirl of thoughts inside your head getting stronger. Are you just overthinking everything? Are you flustered over something that was purely a responsibility for her?

Too preoccupied, you don’t notice the faint tinge of pink on Vi’s cheeks, nor the way her gaze drops to her own plate.

And neither of you notice Vander’s eyes darting between the two of you from his end of the table, a small, knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips.

With how late it is, it doesn’t take long for you to retire to one of the worn-down couches in the front room. Powder finds her way next to you, curling up with a soft sigh. You’re both asleep in minutes, worn-out from the late night and the topside ship raid just a few hours ago.

As Vander’s gone to bed, Vi remains at the table with Mylo and Claggor. Though, she can’t help the soft smile that graces her features at the sight of you and her little sister. Nor can she help the brief thought that goes through her mind of what it would be like to have you leaning against her shoulder instead?

“Jealous,” Mylo murmurs from across the table, taking note of Vi’s almost wistful expression.

She snaps her gaze to him. “What was that?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Mylo holds up his hands in mock-surrender, sending Claggor a smug glance. “You wouldn’t be interested anyways.”

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A few days pass, filled with more of your gazes at Vi that linger just a little too long, and her sneaking equally as many when she thinks you’re not looking. Having gotten a nice sum of money from the last job, it allows more time for laying low. This includes a lot more training on your part, both with and without Vi’s instruction.

One night, you’re sitting in the glow of a lamp in the front room, braiding Powder’s hair in a braid crown that she’s wanted to try ever since she saw you with it one day. You form braids on either side of her head before looping them around her head, tying them together to resemble a crown. “Done,” you finish with a pat on her head.

Powder squeals in happiness, jumping up to twirl around the small room. “I love it! Your hairstyles always look so pretty!”

“I’ve had practice,” you smile at her evident joy.

This sparks an idea within Powder, her eyes widening. “Can I try your ribbons sometime? Pleaseee? They look so nice when you wear them!”

“Of course,” you can’t help but giggle at her hopeful expression. “But it’s kinda late right now.”

“Yes,” Vi cuts in, stretching her arms out as she enters the room. “Your hair looks nice, Powder, but c’mon. You should get some sleep.”

Powder hesitates, her eyebrows furrowed in contemplation. At least, until you lean forward, a hand coming up to stroke the braid in her hair. “Why don’t you go to bed, and you can keep the braid in for tomorrow?”

“Thank you!” She nods eagerly at the idea, turning to give you a quick hug before she bounds upstairs. “Good night! Good night, Vi!”

“Good night,” Vi crosses her arms, smiling after her sister before turning to face you. It hits you, suddenly, that you and Vi are alone now. You’ve been alone before, of course, but never like this. Never this late at night, in a quiet house, with some kind of unspoken tension in the air.

You place your hands in your lap, still kneeling on the floor, and glance up at Vi. “You can sleep, too. I’m not tired, so I’ll be up for a little.”

“Nah,” Vi shakes her head, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “I’m not tired either. What’re you going to do until you are?”

You huff out a sigh, your eyes flicking to the door. “I should train more. I still have a ways to go if I want to be able to handle myself.”

Vi’s expression contorts into one of worry. “At the warehouse?”

“I guess. Where else?”

She shakes her head again. “I can’t let you go there alone this late.”

“Vi,” you start in protest. “I’ll be fine-”

“You’re not able to defend yourself that well yet,” Vi’s tone is firm, and you know there’s no getting out of this. “You might be okay in the day, but at night is just asking for trouble. Let me go with you; it’s not like I can sleep either.”

You sigh reluctantly. It’s not really a question; you know she’s coming whether you like it or not. “Fine.”

“Good,” a smile eases back onto her face, and she extends an arm to help you up. “Let’s go, then.”

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“Do you want to try sparring?” Vi’s voice echoes throughout the empty warehouse.

You glance at her, evident doubt in your expression. “Uh, are you trying to kill me?”

Vi laughs, unable to bite back the grin that spreads across her face. Her eyes almost glint as she steps toward you. “Not seriously. Just so you can get more practice, yeah? It’s just me.”

Right. It’s just her.

You cross your arms, trying not to return her smile with one of your own. On one hand, it would be good practice. But on the other, you’re just slightly nervous because, well, it’s Vi. “Fine.”

“Just ‘fine?’” Vi raises her eyebrows. “Alright, princess. Whatever you say.”

Your cheeks burn, though you can’t tell if it’s from annoyance at her mocking you or at the would-be-romantic nickname. So you just step forward, making the first move in this sparring practice by taking one of her arms to yank her forward. “I’m not a princess.”

Vi stumbles a little bit despite her strength, having been caught off guard. But she recovers quickly, darting behind you and swinging you around so your back is pressed against her chest, your arms pinned. “Yeah you are,” she murmurs, and you can feel her breath hot on your ear.

“I’m not,” you snap your wrist from her grip in the way Vi herself had taught you a few days before, ducking out of her hold.

A flicker of surprise crosses her features, and you swear she almost looks impressed. “Better,” Vi hums, and you smile, pleased with her praise at your training progress.

That quickly ends when Vi uses your momentary distraction to pull you right back against her chest, this time spinning so your feet lift off the ground. “Hey!” You shriek in surprise. It’s meant to be a protest, but you can’t help the laugh that falls from your lips.

“Admit it,” Vi spins you a second time, and you don’t have to see her face to note her own held-back laugh in her tone.

“Vi!” You gasp through giggles. “Okay, okay, I get it!”

She sets you down, blue eyes imploring you expectantly, as if coaxing you to admit the truth of her nickname. But you take the chance to initiate another one of your recently learned moves: sweeping her leg to cause a fall.

Or, well, you attempt to. Because Vi jumps back with a feigned look of pity on her face. “Oh, sorry,” she furrows her eyebrows. “Were you trying to do- this?”

With that, she sweeps your own leg easily, causing you to yelp as you tumble to the warehouse floor. Vi’s on top of you in an instant, pinning your arms beside you and hovering over you with a shit-eating smirk.

“Oh, you-” you start to grumble, but your breath catches in your throat as you realize how close she is. Your faces are just inches apart, eyes locked. Your lips part slightly in surprise.

It takes a moment for Vi to process this as well, her determination to win the sparring match fading as she takes in your proximity. The smirk slowly slips from her face, her own eyes widening. “Uh,” she breathes. “I think you need some more sparring practice.”

You barely manage to nod, unable to tear away from her piercing gaze. “Yeah, I– maybe.” Your voice comes out breathier than you intend. Whoops.

It’s silent for a moment, and you can practically feel the air grow more and more tense. “Do you-” Vi’s voice drops to a murmur, and is she suddenly closer? “Do you mind if I try something?”

Your noses brush, and the brief thought flits through your mind that you really hope Vi can’t hear your steadily increasing heartbeat. “Try what?” You can barely hear your own voice, and Vi might have missed the whisper if she wasn’t so close to you.

“Just something.”

You barely have the moment to bob your head once before Vi’s lips are on yours. She kisses you gently, her lips soft and unhurried against your own. As your eyes slide shut, she moves her hands from your wrists to better rest on her elbows above you. One hand slides up to cradle your jaw, gently angling your head so your lips slot against each other more easily. It’s a chaste kiss filled with the warmth and tenderness that’s everything you would expect from kissing Vi.

She breaks from you a few moments later, letting her lips brush against yours. “Was that okay?” She whispers, so faintly that you question if she even said it.

“More than,” you breathe, eyes fluttering open to meet hers.

Vi pushes herself up, moving to kneel next to you. You mirror her actions, and Vi heaves a sigh, running a hand through her hair. “Are you sure? I know it was kind of out of nowhere and-” She’s rambling and she knows it, but she just can’t seem to stop her nervous outpour of words.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you tilt your head, concerned over her evident nerves. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Vi reassures, eyes darting to the floor before back up to you again. “I just don’t really know how to do this, and I want to do it right. You deserve as much.”

The heat in your cheeks returns, but this time, it’s not unwelcome. “Hey,” you mumble, your tone reassuring. “I don’t know what I’m doing either. But I do know that I liked that. A lot, actually.” It’s your turn for your gaze to drop down to your hands in uncertainty because you just can’t look at her when you say this. “I like you.”

You don’t dare glance back up at her when a moment of silence follows your confession. That is, until a palm on your cheek gently coaxes your head up so your eyes meet Vi’s. To your surprise, all you find is softness — with an equally soft smile to match. “I like you too,” she murmurs, her voice steady and firm with no trace of the anxiety it held a few seconds ago.

Vi continues, her gaze dropping to your lips. “And if you’ll let me, I really want to do that again.”

Your breath hitches as you blink at her, taking a moment to regain your words. “Vi,” your hand moves to gently cover hers on your cheek. “I’ll let you.”

It doesn’t take long for Vi to tug you into her lap, your lips finding each other with growing confidence. Your fingers lace through her short hair, and her arms snake around your waist. They’re searching kisses, kisses that elicit soft sighs and whispers of confession in between. It’s as if neither you nor Vi can bear to separate now that your feelings for each other are out in the open.

“You’re so sweet,” you whisper as you briefly part for air.

“And you,” Vi whispers against your lips before placing another soft kiss on them. “You’re beautiful.”

PSA: THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER! We have a lot more plot to get through y'all. I told you this is childhood love to meeting again as adults for a reason...

Anyways! I said this separately but I'm going home from university for the weekend, so please be patient if the next chapter isn't up for a few days.

Hope you enjoyed the cute confessions my lovelies!

~Cherry 🍒

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bartoszsims3 · 3 days ago

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FIRST IMPRESSIONS: Part 2 – The First Day Unfolds!

After the initial chaos, the guys started settling into their own rhythms—but don’t be fooled, the drama was far from over. 😏

🏆 Joshua, Andrés, and Andy found common ground over a competitive game of foosball, forming what might just be the first real alliance in the house. Was it teamwork, or just a temporary truce? Only time will tell.

💋 Vincent? Oh, Vincent. If flirting was a sport, he’d already have a trophy. The man shamelessly charmed Bruce (and, well… pretty much everyone else in the house). Whether he’s here for love or just the thrill of the chase is still up for debate. 👀

🏃 Tag, You’re It!

Who said romance reality shows had to be mature? 😆 Joshua and Ciarán spent the afternoon playing tag around the villa.

🌙 A Campfire Story… or a Nightmare?

John gathered Cornelius, Vincent, and Bruce for an epic scary story session. With John’s deep voice, the flickering lights, and Vincent dramatically clutching Bruce’s arm, it felt like a full-on horror movie.

💦 Kurt’s Personal Spa Day

Meanwhile, Kurt? He spent literally the entire day in the hot tub, watching the drama unfold from a safe (and steamy) distance. He was plotting his next move?

👨‍🍳 Andy, being the sweetheart he is, cooked a big meal for the whole house. The guys were thrilled, and for a brief moment, there was peace.

🍽️ A Tale of Two Dinners

Andrés, however, decided to make his own meal and quietly ate alone. Are Andy and Andrés really that good friends?

🥊 THE NIGHT ENDS WITH A BANG. LITERALLY.

Just when things seemed to be winding down… Cornelius and Belphogor went from exchanging words to exchanging actual slaps. Whatever the argument was about, neither of them were backing down. Who won? Who started it? And more importantly… what does this mean for their chances with Bruce?!

With just one day down, we’ve already had:

🔥 Fights

💘 Flirting

🎭 Drama

🌙 Storytelling

🍽️ Friendship (and loneliness)

And this is just the beginning. 😏 Buckle up, folks — because this Bachelor Challenge is turning out to be one hell of a ride. 🚀🔥

#the sims 3 #sims bear #sims gay #bruce chesterfield #bruce chesterfield bc

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mgu-h · 2 days ago

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(1/2) A primer on MF stream characters (except Lando) bc I clearly have too much time. If you want, I can also follow up at some point with thoughts/observations on how some dynamics have evolved over time.

Bankai: back in the days (2019/20), MF and LN were big into PUBG and COD. At the end of one of his streams, LN raided a random small PUBG streamer: Bankai. LN then introduced Bankai and Max. Nowadays Bankai really only plays Tarkov. Is an online friend, but Lando brought him as a guest for 2022 Hungary GP (which was Max’s birthday weekend, so Max and some of their other irl friends were also there). Bankai talked about how they went out partying and had a great time. Max also brought Bankai as a BRDC guest for Silverstone 2023 (Max and Lando also met up for what was supposed to be a lunch with Bankai during this time, only to realize that neither of the two had actually remembered to invite Bankai. This was a point of argument for the rest of 2023). Bankai also met up with Max and Matty at one of the P1 live shows in London at the end of 2023. Bankai went to Silverstone 2024 himself, but both Max and Matty had a bunch of filming obligations so they didn’t get to meet up this year.

Connor: Max mentioned just the other day that they’ve been friends for 9 years. Connor is part of Max and Lando’s tight group of irl besties who’ve known each other for ages. Connor did do karting as a kid, which is presumably how he met the others. He seems to be closer with Lando’s brother Oliver, who he’s the same age as and works with (racing simulator business), than Lando/Max. Was often in chat/occasionally in discord but rarely in the streams until he got into Tarkov in December. Before that, Connor only played iracing and COD.

Lorenzo: somehow related to indycar Franchitti, longtime fixture in chat and has started really playing Tarkov in the last few months making him a more regular character in the streams. Played GTA with Max/Matty and believe he occasionally played CSGO as well. Also does iRacing but very much does not want to do it on stream or with Max lest people perceive him lol. The whole “obsessed with Matty” thing is just a fun longstanding bit that he himself plays into. From what I can tell, just an online friend.

MattyP1: has been gaming with Lando since way back, pre-2019. Met Max through that. OG Bambi academy, with Bankai/Lando/Max. Played pretty much anything Max plays (and even got Max into off stream runescape) - particular highlight was GTA role-play squads with Matty, Max and Lorenzo where Matty and Max’s characters were low-key in love with each other. Hasn’t done much gaming in the last few months (with the exception of a brief tarkov appearance with the bambi squad in November) but does appear semi often in chat/discord. Also plays padel irl with Max/Connor/Tom.

(2/2) Jamie Auger: Matty’s irl bestie (not affiliated with any motorsport), joins for Tarkov or CSGO. Ed (eau_rouge_specialist): almost never actually on stream (with the exception of a Fortnite stream in early Jan), but almost always in chat violating MF. Another irl childhood friend who currently races. Most recently has had occasional rides in Nascar. Previously been in a bunch of series including indycar and indy nxt. He’s turning 30 soon, which he hates being reminded of so Max makes it a point to constantly tell chat. Oli: Lando’s older brother, only ever joins for iRacing. Theo: Max’s younger brother and the “self-trained” Official Barber of Max and Lando (and occasionally Tom). Recently joined for a few Tarkov games but usually just hangs out irl when Max streams from his parents’ house. Tom Bale: another irl childhood bestie from Ricky Flynn karting days. From what I can tell, does not game. Used to be a fixture in chat, but sadly no longer. Used to join irl a lot, including some great streams of him and Max literally just walking in a park like old men, until like 2023 (when, according to Max, he “got a job”). Nowadays occasionally seen/heard lurking behind Max playing on his racing sim. Jamie Maclaurin (VeloceJMac): Quadrant CEO, regularly plays COD usually with just Connor so not on stream. Only on stream the occasional times when Max ventures into COD. Most often seen in chat telling Max to work harder.

i don't think there's a socially acceptable way to communicate the exact level of gratitude i'm feeling right now without getting real weird about it but please know that i appreciate this So Much and if you ever want like any gifs made or even a short story man lmk and i will see what i can do bc this is the exact sort of stuff that i've been trying so hard to put together from clues in order to contextualize max and therefore understand him and write better fic (and also just not feel like an idiot during streams when people are talking and i have no idea what's going on!!!) but it's genuinely difficult bc most of these people are not truly public figures and i'm not actually that good at doing deep investigations into social media yk!!!!!!!!! ahhhhh

#and YEAH follow up at your leisure!!!!!!!!! i forgot to say that i'd love that i was so happy about what you already shared LMAO #max fewtrell #and associates #this is wonderful #thank you so much for taking the time to put it together!!!!!!!!!#nortrell #(adjacent)

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urbaebarnes · 3 days ago

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christmas eve

summary: all bucky needs to have a good christmas is you

bucky barnes x fem avenger reader

warnings: use of pet names (sugar, doll, etc), reader uses she/her pronouns, no use of y/n

it isn't christmas and hasn't been in a hot minute there's literally no excuse for me to be writing this

word count: 2.0k words

I can’t get the image of Bucky and you on your first christmas out of my mind. Not even your first Christmas- your first Christmas Eve. Like, you hadn’t been together super long, maybe a few months max- at least that’s when Bucky managed to pluck up the courage to ask you. He’d been pining for at least a year, practically following you around, traipsing behind you with hearts in his eyes.

Anyway, the point is that Bucky’s been with a few people since he got back. NOne of them meant anything, and nothing ever happened by the time the sun came up the next day, but you were different. You were his, and all of a sudden, every single thing he'd told himself he’d never get, like a wife and kids, a big house in the countryside, it all became much more real. Hence why he’s taken it slow, holding your hand, sweet dates and even sweeter kisses.

It’s not as if he didn’t think about you in that way, because obviously he did, but he wanted this to last, he wanted your first time together to be memorable, perfect. The only time he’d been around you past midnight was when you both fell asleep on the couch, your head on his shoulder.

He’d scolded himself immensely for that, the fact that he couldn’t even stay awake just for a little while, just so he could see your pretty face on his shoulder, just so he could stroke his hands through your hair. But instead, he gently shook you awake, pressing a peck to your forehead and carrying you back to your room, tucking you in under the covers as you grumbled something in passing as he left.

He longed for the days he could lie down next to you, pull the blanket over your bodies, pull you close to him, call you his, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you fell asleep. But for now, he took it slow, playing by his own, stupid rules.

But this was different. You’d been practically buzzing around the compound all day on Christmas Eve, you’d baked cookies in the shape of christmas trees and enforced watching Christmas movies for the entire team. It was your favorite holiday, he knew that, and so could everybody else as you stayed in your Christmas pyjamas all day, little red candy canes adorning your clothes along with the massive fluffy socks, one of which resembled a reindeer and the other a snowman.

The smile on your face was something he knew he would remember forever, and as he sat there and stared at you, head tilted as he tasted batter from the wooden spoon, moaning at the sweet taste. You’d grinned triumphantly at his display of affection, leaning over the counter to press a kiss to his lips.

Sam, per usual, was being an annoying shit about it- in Bucky’s opinion. Any time he’d see the two of you, he’d pluck some mistletoe from God knows where and dangle in between the two of you. Or, with the sole purpose of pissing the 100-something year old off, he’d tilt his head and pout as your soft displays of affection, “Oh, come on sugarplum, where’s my kiss?”

You’d giggle every time, handing him a teaspoon of cookie batter with a scrunch of your nose and the promise of ‘finding him a girl by valentines’. Bucky, however, couldn’t help but grind his teeth at the exchange.

You weren’t Sam’s sugarplum, you were his. His fairy, his sugar, his doll, his girl, his.

Sam would hold up his hands at Bucky’s lethal stare, seeing his eyes squint, “All in good fun, my friend.” He’d laugh after thanking you for your generous promise.

“You’re not my friend.” He’d say grumpily, standing from his seat and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him, watching as Sam went to pull out the mistletoe.

He shook his head, smiling faintly at the two of you before making some excuse about helping hsi fish decorate its stocking, leaving the two of you in peace. You smiled, seeing his pouty lips and pressed yours to his, running your thumb across his lower lip as they curved upwards. “Tomorrow’s Christmas.” You grinned, kissing the curve of his shoulder. “I hope you like the gifty I got you.”

“You’re the only thing I could possibly want, doll.” He smiled, letting his thumb stroke over your cheek as you lent into his touch. “Just wanna wake up with you in my arms…” He trailed off, biting his lip as he realised the words that just slipped out.

He searched your face for any change, any hint of disgust. Sure, he’d wanted you close all the time, he was clingy and seemingly, you loved that, but maybe this was a step too far. You hadn’t spoken about sleeping together, in either sense, and part of him didn’t really believe you’d want to share a bed with a man who’d done so much wrong.

“You’d want that?” You questioned quietly, lips staying parted as you watched him carefully, almost pleading with him for an answer, but he wasn’t sure with one. Bucky swallowed thickly as he nodded, almost ashamed, although you couldn't quite work out why. “Okay then.” You nodded, “I do wake up early though, especially on Christmas-”

“Wait, wait, wait.” He shook his head, licking over his lips as he pulled you closer to him. “You’d… you’d want that?”

“Obviously.” You could laugh, why wouldn’t you? He was perfect, and he wasn’t the only one who felt the need to be around the other 24/7. “Let me put the cookies in the oven real quick?” You said, tilting your head to press a kiss to his palm before you looked back to him, still frozen, just staring at you, lips curved and parted. “Bucky?”

He snapped back to reality quickly, shaking his head before kissing the top of your head and nodding, “Right, sure, just let me-” He shifted so he’d sit back down as you took the tray of uncooked cookies and placed them in the oven.

The rest of the day passed and Bucky couldn’t quite process what you’d agreed to, instead finding himself in a lovestruck daze. You on the other hand moved on with your day, only bringing it up after dinner.

“You wanna sleep in your room or mine?” You whispered to him as the rest chatted, the Christmas spirit seemingly making everybody beyond happy, even Tony who’s usual complaints and sarcasm was replaced with laughter.

He shook his head, shrugging. It was beyond himself how he hadn't thought of this before that moment. He’d spent hours and hours thinking about how he would hold you, how your face would look as he fell asleep on the pillow beside his, but the details, well, they were always a little blurry. “Wherever you want.”

“I’ll come to yours?” You suggested as he nodded, pecking the skin beside your eye. His nose scrunched as a smirk made its way onto his face, “What are you plotting?” You laughed, poking his nose with your forefinger, his ‘scheming face’ as you called it a dead giveaway.

“I’m not plotting anything pretty girl.” He teased, lips ghosting your ear as he lent close. “I was just thinking, since it’s such an early morning tomorrow, we should probably get to bed around now.”

You laughed as he kissed your earlobe before making his way across your face with a flurry of tiny kisses. “Bucky, Buck!” You squealed breathlessly, “It’s only eight o’clock, we can’t go to bed yet!”

He pulled away, cupping your face as he pouted, bottom lip popping out as he sulked, “But we’ve already watched all your favourite Christmas movies, and I’m sooo tired, please doll?” He watched as your eyes drifted over his shoulder and as he glanced, he found Sam and Steve in a small huddle around Sam’s phone, which he was using to record the entire interaction. “What are you doing?” He squinted, straightening his posture.

“We had to get evidence of this on camera.” Steve smirked, pointing between the two of you.

“Please doll, I'm so tired.” Sam mocked.

“Yeah pretty girl I-” Steve got cut off my Sam who had bent over laughing, causing Steve too to burst into laughter.

“Well now I’m tired and looking for an excuse to hide from them.” He huffed under his breath as you let your head rest on his body.

“Come on then.” You smiled, holding back your own giggle, “Suddenly, I’m just sooo tired too.” You pulled on his arm as he flipped the still recording camera off, letting you pull him away. “You go back to your room and I’ll just brush my teeth.” You said quietly, grin never leaving your face as you left him by the door of his room, disappearing into your own across the hallway.

Bucky had got changed into some seasonal pajamas you’d gifted him and by the time you knocked, he was sitting on the side of his bed, fiddling with the white sheets between his thumb and middle finger. “Can I come in?” You asked through the door and he smiled at your politeness, shaking his head as he got up to open the door for you.

“You could burst into my room and I’d thank you, sugar.” He grinned as he faced your figure, “My room’s your room.”

“Right back at you Barnes.” You smiled, stepping into his room as he made room for you, “So…”

He grinned at your slight awkwardness, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest. “I’m so tired.” He fake yawned, pulling you closer and closer to the bed until your legs were pressed up against the bed frame, “Oh look, it’s a bed!” He fake gasped, picking you up and placing you on one side.

You squealed and giggled as he placed you down, pulling back the duvet so you could wriggle under before practically jumping around to his side. He hesitated before getting in, pausing, “Are you sure you’re okay with-”

You cut him off as you rolled your eyes, “If I don’t get to cuddle with my boyfriend in the next thirty seconds, I’m gonna punch someone.”

He laughed at that, finally laying down next to you as you shifted until your face was rested in his chest, grinning like an idiot. “So violent.” He smirked, trying to cover up the pink flush that graced his cheeks at you being so close, at the fact you wanted him this close.

You simply hummed, snuggling into him until your voice was muffled. “Bucky?”

He repeated your name back with a smile, pressing his lips to the crown of your head.

“Thank you.”

He frowned deeply, eyebrows furrowing together, he should surely be the one thanking you for being here, for letting him hold you. “For what?”

You lifted your head a little, resting your chin on his torso, “For making this the best Christmas ever.”

“It hasn’t even struck midnight yet.” He laughed, “It’s a little preemptive don’t you think?”

You shook your head, “I have you, and you’ve already made this ten times better than last year.” Bucky had never thanked the room for being dark before, but now that his cheeks were bright red, he couldn’t help but thank whichever one of Thor’s friends or foes that controlled darkness.

His hands felt around for your hips, rolling you over onto your other side as his metal arm stayed under you, wrapping around you as he pulled you right into his chest, hsi other hand draping across your body, pulling you tight to him like a teddy bear. As you alternated between laughing and squealing, he kissed your shoulder, tightening his grip around you, “You can’t just say things like that and expect me to act normal about it. Needed you closer.” He practically whined.

“You’re lucky it’s Christmas.” You joked softly, letting your head nuzzle into his metal arm, getting comfy.

“I’m lucky all year round now I’ve got you.”

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loving-family-poll · 2 days ago

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the bible stuff irritates me first because it's dull and secondly because the actually interesting incest did not make it into the polls smh. now could i have submitted this? sure. but i'm mostly of the mind the bible stuff's the least interesting & most overplayed stuff anyway. derrrhurrr lets make fun of jesus and the two other figures we know from veggietales or w/e. i'm jewish and have superior taste. hmph (that being said, it's still mostly played out. i just want to throw things out there)

cain/abel BORING, PREDICTABLE

lot & his daughters? somewhat more interesting. we have the only good place in utah from that story (moab). yes father, drink this wine so we can have babies with you!! potentially hot, depending on kinks. not as interesting bc there's like classical paintings about it & w/e

noah & ham? intergenerational father/son bonding experience! some scholars argued that ham fucked that old man after the flood. also hot & honestly noah probably deserved that prostate orgasm! interesting! hot! also ham went on to sire nations which is kind of cool

rachel/leah -- cmon. you might say here 'nonnie! this is like cain and abel!' no! this is taking two women who were otherwise competing over a man (boring, worse bc theyre sisters) and making their relationship better!! also leah & rachel are usually depicted as fucking smokeshows and i'm gay and it makes me kinda hot thinkin about it ngl this one's self motivated. but they spend a lot of time with each other or with the two of them and bilhah (rachel's maid, also slept w jacob) and like... feelings develop u know?? also i read this book the red tent as a kid and it was mid but did kinda get me hot too idk (bonus because jacob was already their cousin) reuben/joseph -- reuben was the only brother who was nice to joseph. u got some classic yaoi elements here & ok i'll be honest i think this is an objectively good idea but i saw that the red tent is a mini series w minnie driver as leah and morena baccarin as rachel and i think someone jacked the temp up so i better send this & figure that out lol

sorry for the spam i apparently have stronger feelings about biblical incest than i thought. but hey, minnie driver & morena baccarin as rival sisters turned lovers?? something good came outta this whole thang lol

thank for this EXCELLENT take anon. The bible relationships that people talk about here are just. it's literally only cain and abel and jesus and judas those are the only ones. They don't know any other ones. And the way people talk about them has no actual reference to scripture. Tumblr users just like the religious ~vibes~ and the light edginess of it and those pairs are popular for modern poems and plays and songs to allude to which generates quotes they can use in their web weaves about dog coding and pomegranates (I'm hating but I love those dog motif posts don't be fooled)(still hating but still don't be fooled it is Always Correct to put adam raised a cain by the boss o7 in ur web weave). I for one would like some variety in there and I appreciate ur suggestions! Very intrigued by the apparent existence of scholarly arguments in favor of dadson yaoi in torah. I like Rachel/leah a lot, omg morena baccarin rachel i had such a huge crush on her as a kid my 13-year-old baby lesbian ass watched firefly and it was overrrr 😵‍💫 speaking of lot some other people have mentioned lot and his daughters and I love that one too mainly for the novelty of it. I don't think i can think of a single other depiction of father/daughter rape specifically for the purposes of reproduction in which the daughter is the aggressor like, anywhere else? I love that. There was that episode of house I guess but I dont think that girl wanted to be pregnant 🤔 in general i just think parent/child rape where the child is the aggressor is really fun 🤪<- me getting silly w fictionalized rape

I would like to propose some of my own ships. wholesome one: miriam/aaron/moses. 40 years is a long time you know? Gets lonely out in the wilderness. And they clearly love each other, they do a lot for each other, maybe Miriam and Aaron welcomed back their long lost little brother with VERY open arms. Plus they're pretty mad when he gets married so 🤨

tragic one: absalom/tamar. Two prettiest girls in the world they hated them bc they ain't them 😫 king david's amazingly beautiful daughter and his equally beautiful femboy son? With many half siblings but they're each other's only full siblings? Tamar goes to absalom when she is raped by her eldest half-brother, which David dismisses, and absalom is so furious he kills the rapist brother and has to flee, only returning once he's raised an army against David, which fails and results in his death. And Tamar then raises his daughter (who is named after her) and is left "a desolate woman in his house" 🤧 so sad clearly they should've been king and queen together

Toxic one: Jacob/esau. Twincest ❤️ kind of gay to come out of the womb holding onto ur brother. Kind of gay to spend ur life hunting ur brother for stealing ur birthright with sporadic periods of reconciliation. Kind of gay for this rivalry to continue on to ur ancestors. If the rivalry lasts beyond ur lifetime you are no longer rivals. You are gay

#asks #not a poll

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Omg Buck looks so.. so unhappy 😭

Like the hair is unstyled and kinda messy. His uniform is a mess. Doesn’t have it closed or anything. It doesn’t even look as bright as everyone else’s anymore. And everyone has this look of wonder/shock at what they are looking at and he’s just like ok I’m here but wish I wasn’t🫠 Even the space next to him just feels off because there’s no one there.

His husband left and he just said I’m done with life now mkay bye 😭😭😭

But that also makes me feel feral. Like we are literally going to see Buck just lose it for real without Eddie. That man is going through it and I can’t wait for it to play out because this is the reaction of romantic partners being separated.

😆😆😆

He does look a little forlorn if you squint, but to me he mostly just looks like the normal Buck we know and love. I don't particularly see any devastation here. 🤷‍♀️

He does look a little tired though. He might have some trouble sleeping on Eddie's abandoned couch in his empty house. 🤣

But yeah, I'm looking forward to seeing Buck spiral over Eddie as well. It'll be such an enjoyable storyline. 😋

#nonnies galore #buddie #buddie speculation #911 spoilers

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I agree that it would be better for the Door of Time to close after Link leaves, but there's no way to be sure that it would. Maybe Rauru could close it? Who knows!

About the Master Sword I should not have phrased it like that, I said myself earlier that maybe Link needed it to regain his memories and that could explain why Zelda made sure he got past the Door. So it's not that it plays absolutely no role in this particular time travel, but there's something else happening since Zelda also uses the Ocarina.

I think there's a misunderstanding haha, I didn't mean that you need to give different names to the brasserie and the building itself. Unless the building houses something else besides the restaurant? If not I would just go with Brasserie La Perle de Lune (in that order ^^), or Brasserie du Clos, or Brasserie Château Marée-Chant as you prefer. I only meant that Château Marée-Chant Brasserie du Clos was a bit long and needed a comma (sorry if my previous answers were confusing, I don't really know how to explain French in English 😆).

Oh a reference to the Indigo-Gos is a great idea, I could see the band playing their song from MM's credits!

Honestly I had never even heard the word "igname", you taught me something! We usually just say patate douce (which literally means sweet potato) ^^ Otherwise the pun with mignon can work, even if it's not completely obvious.

Well the thing with Rhoam's cabin is that my Link and Zelda would never let the Yiga take over the Plateau in the first place. That really bothered me in TotK (especially what was done to the Shrine of Resurrection). Maybe Link will have to defend the Plateau against a Yiga attack, but they would not be able to settle there without anyone doing something about it.

Yes I want the rebuilding of Castle Town to still be a work in progress, but I'd prefer for the new town to be a bit more than small huts. I need to find the right balance between what could be done realistically in just a few years (with the help of technology) and my desire to finally see a "real" city in this version of Hyrule.

I can't remember if you showed me your design or if I just saw it on your blog, but yes I had already seen it ^^ I really like it, especially the lacy parts! It would have been so much better to get that in the game instead of that terrible hair and make-up.

Oooh I love this Stormbringer Lynel, it's such a fun idea! It would make you think twice before taking a stroll through Akkala 😆 The Maelstrom Lynel sounds cool too! I wanted a quest with a sea monster for my rewrite, something like that could be interesting.

The Gerudo instrument was fun! But the weapons and clothes were so lazy… though at least I like that the purple color seems to be a reference to OoT. But the vai looking like barbarians with shaved heads and painted faces were a bit weird next to Ganondorf with his kimono and katana. I don't know, I thought it didn't make much sense.

Ah yes I would love being able to find ancient weapons, and maybe that would make the Sky Islands or the Depths more interesting. I loved the scimitars too, I don't understand either why they were not included in TotK…

I'm not sure it's explained in WW that only Fishmen and monsters can live in the Great Sea. I didn't find it in my copy of Hyrule Historia either but maybe I missed it. The game itself states that there's no fish, which can make sense since this is not a "real sea" and just a flooded kingdom, but then why would whoever created the Great Sea allow the Fishmen to stay but not the Zora? Why would their magic water repel almost all life except for monsters? I don't know this whole thing never made sense to me. It would be so much easier to just say that the Rito are a different species and that the Zora now live somewhere else.

If Link was able to find the remnants of Zelda's study in my rewrite (assuming a journal or plants could be preserved that long) it would not be in Necluda, more like under Hyrule Castle or Castle Town with what I have planned ^^ As for the amber, that's a great idea for the official timelines but here Sun never had to seal herself in amber (since that would have ended in two Zeldas existing at the same time as we already discussed).

Yes being cursed doesn't necessarily make you evil, but in my lore only the Goddesses themselves or a very powerful deity would be able to cast such a curse on an entire race, and being targeted by the gods would probably brand one as evil (and I don't believe the Golden Goddesses interfere with their creation like that anyway). Or that would require the Triforce, but I think we can be sure that this is not what happened.

I also prefer for the voe to be a last gift from the Goddess. I find the Koume and Kotake option interesting to explore but it's not something I want in my "main" lore or in my TotK rewrite. Not sure it would imply that all men are evil though, in this case it would mostly confirm that Koume and Kotake are.

It's true that the Gerudo could never be truly independant in that setting and would always need to seek out males from other races (and btw their insistance on keeping men outside of their city could be explained by a desire/need to preserve their culture). But I can point to other races that are dependant on their deities and would be in trouble without them, which could also be considered bad planning. The Kokiri/Koroks are born from the Deku Tree and depend on his protection, so it seems they would cease being born without him. At least the Gerudo have a back-up plan and can reproduce with males from other races. Same for WW Rito, they can't grow wings without Valoo. They may not necessarily die without wings, but they still need them to become fully grown adults. As for the Goron, we don't know much but it seems that they are born from the earth, and there could be a deity involved in that as well unless they just spawn spontaneously. So I don't think the Gerudo are the only ones potentially doomed by the loss of their Goddess (and they really aren't, they just need to find mates).

Also, are the Golden Goddesses actually shown to be careful planners? After all they did leave behind a divine relic that's been the cause of so much bloodshed in Hyrule. And this relic can even grant evil wishes.

Well the Gerudo would only need to have one child each to keep the population stable while other females need two, that's actually less pressure in a way. But sure they need to travel to find men. I guess it's a lot easier when Hyrule isn't completely destroyed, and also let's be honest… Would it be so hard for the vai to find men who'd be more than happy to, you know, father their children, and then never have to take care of them since they would be raised in Gerudo? It doesn't sound that hard unless what they're looking for is an actual husband and not just a hookup. But does it really make sense for a vai to look for a husband if staying with him means being separated from her daughters? (unless she refuses to send them to Gerudo Town of course).

And do the Gerudo truly live such a nightmare? It never seemed to be the case to me, they seem rather proud and happy. Most of the ones we meet outside of Gerudo Town are excited about their travels and seem to enjoy looking for a voe. So I don't know. Sure if this was a curse it would be horrible for them to lose all their men, but I think it's different if they were an all-female race from the start.

The Sands Goddess didn't have the same planning ability as Hylia because she was not the Goddess of Time. Also she was designed by the Golden Goddesses to only give the Gerudo daughters, so creating only one male could be a huge task for her. Maybe she even had to sacrifice her entire being in this action, which might explain why she doesn't reincarnate like Hylia could, or Jabu and the Deku Tree. So she did all she could and did it in emergency, right before dying, and was maybe hoping to give more males to the Gerudo but simply couldn't.

This might not be 100% satisfying but at the moment that's the best thing I can come up with without involving a curse haha. But I'm not done thinking about this, things might still change.

And don't worry, I can take constructive criticism! ^^

@aikoiya The post was getting long again so here's a new one!

I knew you were going to answer that saying "this is unfair" isn't real life logic haha (and I agree that life hasn't been fair to Sky and Sun anyway). It's just that such an ending would probably leave me feeling unsatisfied and even a bit robbed, and I think it would require a lot of other changes to be made to the story in order for it to work properly. But anyway you're right, as things are now this would just be happening behind the scenes so what I'm saying doesn't really make sense. But just thinking about it changes my perception of SS in a way I don't really enjoy, so it's not a theory I favor.

Yes in that setting I'm pretty sure that the other Sun would not make herself known to Link and Zelda and would let them have their happy ending. But I think Zelda would likely suspect her existence and know that something is wrong. I guess even Link could notice that the Temple's doors are suddenly open and would ask Impa a few questions.

I had no idea Tingle called Farore the Goddess of Wind in WW, so I went on a little quest to see if I could find the same quote in the French version of the game. Apparently it's in Tingle's description of Outset Island and I never had the chance to play with the Tingle Tuner mode. I can't find the same quote in French anywhere and I don't even know if this was included in the HD remake (I guess I'll have to wait for a Switch version to find out… if they ever release one). This has me wondering if this quote isn't something exclusive to the English version, but I can't be sure and I'd like to know what the original Japanese text says. The French wikis mention that Farore is the Goddess of Wind in WW but don't provide any quote, it just looks like the pages were translated from English but that they couldn't find the same quote in French. It's really frustrating!!

Anyway that's a bit weird because WW already establishes Zephos as the God of Wind, and he seems to be a minor deity compared to Farore. The way I see it, wind is just the element that Farore tends to be associated with, and since a lot of myths might have been lost with Hyrule in WW this could just be a mistake on Tingle's part. I mean this is the game that gave us the Golden Triumph Forks haha.

I'm not limiting Nayru/the Golden Goddesses to a singular domain, quite the opposite ^^ To me Nayru being the Goddess of Wisdom includes different concepts such as order, law, science, magic, etc., and even time (since she's introduced as the creator of the world's fondamental laws), while calling her the Goddess of Time doesn't include all of that. That's why I wrote that I found it a bit restrictive. But sure she could have both titles, the same way Farore could be known most commonly as the Goddess of Courage and also called the Goddess of Wind in some situations.

Oh I didn't think of the blocks from OoT! I would say though that they don't really use any time powers, they're just random blocks that appear or disappear for some reason when Link plays the Song of Time (it's just as absurd as playing the Song of Storms to open holes in the ground haha). But yes they were blue and associated with time, and of course Nayru is too. The difference with Hylia in my theory is that Nayru created the rules of time (if that makes sense) among other fundamental laws, while Hylia's power specifically allows her to manipulate time and foresee the future. In a way I see Hylia as Nayru's spiritual daughter who inherited some of her powers over time (and that's why the color purple she's represented with is very close to blue).

The Master Sword has also been depicted as either blue or purple though, so that asks the question of the true color of all of these things! Nayru is definitely linked to time so it makes sense that the timeshift stones are in Lanayru (and Hylia also doesn't have a province named after her).

"From the edge of time" could definitely just be a poetic way to say that Hylia kind of recorded a message for Link before dying haha. But I find it interesting that she would phrase it like that, I like to see it as a clue.

Well if Zelda simply sent Link to a point further back in time, wouldn't there be two Links existing at the same time in the Child Timeline? But sure Zelda creating a brand new timeline also raises a few questions that kind of... make my head hurt. I'm not sure what happens exactly, I've always wondered! All we know is that Link finds himself in the Master Sword's chamber with the Door of Time already open, which hints at things happening in a different way this time (because he definitely doesn't have the three spiritual stones and the Ocarina of Time yet since this is before Ganon's coup, and the ending seems to imply that this timeline's Zelda doesn't know him yet). That's why I believe Zelda might have done something a bit more complex than sending him to a point further back in time, but there's no way to be sure. The Triforce of Courage is also visible on Link's hand during the ending, and we also know thanks to TP that the Triforce is still separated in the Child Timeline despite Link and Zelda preventing Ganon from entering the Sacred Realm this time. So maybe Zelda isn't able to change everything? It's complicated haha.

Anyway, whether OoT Zelda creates a new timeline or just sends Link further back in time, that's still huge time powers and that's not something Link is able to do by playing Zelda's Lullaby.

I also believe it is more likely that Talon inherited the ranch. True, Talon might not always have been so lazy, but maybe if that was the case the game could have hinted at hit. All we know is that he leaves his daughter alone with Ingo and only comes back after Link deals with the situation, which does not make him look so great. And he only promises to work harder after that.

I'm kind of bad with names so I'm impressed you're going through all of that trouble to rename the settlements!!

I haven't gotten to developping the technology that much yet, but I'm really interested in seeing what the different races could do with it! I love the idea of using the Sheikah to infiltrate the Yiga bases. I wish TotK had done something like that and shown the Sheikah helping Link that way.

Same, I was so excited when I heard about these pirates… and then so disappointed to find nothing more than a bunch of bokos with no backstory.

Vignoble is not related to noble (though I kind of make the association in my mind, especially since vignobles are sometimes called châteaux).

Yes I thought you could maybe use clos! Aquaticlos is funny, it can work! Though maybe you could use the same logic as for the raisins (I love this Raisins de Terre idea by the way, it makes sense!) and say that what the Zoras call a clos already refers to something that's underwater, since that's probably the case for most of what they cultivate.

I don't mind helping you with French, I'm glad to do so! You put so much effort and thought into this, it's really interesting.

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