#its good when you want to check out a new movie or just slap on something silly

[parkercore-69]

me offhandedly telling a friend that i’d really like to get a few of the saw dvds from cex to add to my dvd collection but being unable to due to complications with being a minor who can’t by 18s alone, to which she responded “yeah but is it really a matter of life or death??” while i sat mouth agape gawking at the audacity she had to say such a thing.

[bippot]

Summary: Living together means that Adrian's secret identity isn't really a secret to her. Yet he doesn't know that, so she loves to make thirsty comments about Vigilante whenever she can.

It's not as if Adrian feels something more than friendship for his roommate, right?

Tags: Roommates, Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Denial of Feelings, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Teasing

Music Recommendation: Medicine by Harry Styles

Peacemaker, Adrian Chase Masterlist - here

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Adrian Chase is Vigilante. We know that. He knows that. Yet, he has no idea that Y/N knows that. She found out a week after she moved in with him and that was a while ago. They'd been friends forever and money was tight so becoming roomies was a useful way forward.

One day, she was watching the news as a story about the two heroes Peacemaker and Vigilante fighting an octopus in a zoo did the rounds. It was heralded as a big animal abuse violation and PETA officially denounced the pair. All the murder and gunfights was fine. Killing a (n alien infected) sea creature was the final straw for the activists.

Then, tired and worn out, Adrian returned to their shared flat with suction bruises from the evil tentacles that he'd just fought. The advanced mollusk's tactic seemed to travel under the hemline of each bit of clothing possible in an effort to...? Turn Chris on? Peacemaker had definitely seen some hentai that was similar enough to this situation.

Due to the amount of times Adrian had to slap the slimy appendage away from the bottom of his mask, which had already been untucked from under his shirt by the octopus, Adrian assumed that it was trying to reveal his identity. It managed to stick its sucker across his neck before he even had a chance to shoot.

(It actually wanted a direct route inside the mouth so he could easily fuck with their organs and kill them internally.)

"Jesus, Ade," Y/N exclaimed when she saw the hickey looking mark on Adrian's neck as he sat beside her on their couch. She moved towards him, lightly reaching out to trace the purple circle. "What freak gave you this?"

Okay, he'd come up with a lie in the van on the way home. He'd even run it past Peacemaker to check if it was believable or not. Chris - who, at the moment of the inquiry, was patching himself up - wasn't even listening and mumbled a dismissive, "Yeah, sounds great."

So, Adrian answered, "One of the girls at work wanted to test their spa cup suction things before she used it on herself. That's why I look like I've been attacked by Cthulhu," and it didn't sound like a bad lie for once. He'd prepared it. He had practised it beforehand and wasn't forced to come up with one on the spot. Maybe he was a good liar (only if you give him a couple of hours to rehearse).

"The things you do for pussy," she teased. She didn't believe him in the slightest. The moment he got that mark was right in front of her eyes on the television, so there was no way. And why the hell would someone bring their newfangled clean spa equipment to Fennel Fields of all places?

Her eyes were glued to the screen after that. She was aware that the man sitting next to her was the masked one in the footage but it was still weird to think about. Her very good friend Adrian Chase was the super skilled serial murderer Vigilante.

Should she be scared? Probably. Was she? No. It was just Adrian after all. The nerdy guy that cried at Disney movies then claimed he never did. Yeah, he might be capable of it but he wouldn't kill her.

"Vigilante is kind of hot, don't you think?" she asked him casually, keeping her eyes trained on the tv screen and pretending she hadn't noticed how her words made his face turn pink.

He cleared his throat awkwardly to say, "I guess... I mean, I guess he's alright for someone you can't see the face of."

Getting comfortable, she swung her legs onto his lap and shifted against the arm of the couch, facing him side on so she could divert her attention from real Adrian and the news footage of him. He tensed at the sudden contact but soon got used to it and rested his forearm against her knee.

"There's something about mystery, you know, something about not knowing who he is that is sexy," she proclaimed, not even hiding her smug smile when began to fidget and tap his fingertips against her trousers. Oh, how she loved teasing him. It was very fun, but now she had a chance to be more efficient with it. That's why she added, "The things I'd let him do to me... you don't even want to hear about."

Because that's the thing - he did want to hear. He really did. Maybe he'd do them. He'd most likely do them. Yet, he let out an awkward, "Yeah, I don't want to hear," and rubbed the back of his neck as he lied once more. But she wasn't going to let him off easy with this lie.

"So you don't want to hear that I'm imagining him popping out of the screen and bending me over this couch? Do you?"

"I don't-"

"Do you think that if we did it here on the sofa, he would keep his mask on or off because I'd love to hear every noise he'd make without it being muffled...Oooh, but keeping the mask on would be hot too."

She leaned her head closer to Adrian as she said that, causing him to blush furiously at the insinuation. He swallowed hard as his fingers started drumming against her leg faster.

"Got a mask kink, Adrian?" she playfully inquired, letting his hand play with her thigh where they lingered longer than needed. She felt it moving upwards slowly, almost as if he didn't realise he was doing it. His hand stopped and rested on the curve of her hip, the tips of his fingers barely brushing across the waistline of her trousers. She didn't push him away though. She was enjoying the feeling of his touch.

When he realised what he'd done, his entire body stiffened with embarrassment. He pulled his hand away, his face burning crimson as he turned his head and muttered something unintelligible.

"What was that?"

"I said, I've never thought about it before."

Another lie. He was on a fibbing streak tonight and Y/N had seen completely through them all. She laughed, knowing damn well he was lying. Her laugh caused him to glance in her direction and meet her eyes for a split second before he averted his gaze quickly to stare down at his hands resting on his thighs.

What a cute liar he is, she thought.

"Well, have a think about it and get back to me," she purred, her voice dripping with honey as she got up and ruffled his hair. "Night, Ade."

"Yeah, uh, night, Y/N." he responded as she left the room. Then, he slumped against the back of the sofa, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through his nose. Throughout the entire interaction he kept repeating "Don't say you're Vigilante. Don't. Don't fuck your friend Y/N either. Just don't," in his head and it was a mantra that he held onto for the next couple of months.

Not long after her discovery, Y/N kept adding a few more steps in her routine in an effort to make his life less hectic. She could see how tired he was. Working the normal day and the violent night shifts were taking their toll on him. Every day she could see him getting more and more exhausted. Then one day, he crashed. Y/N had been getting ready for work when a grumpy Adrian stomped out of his room. She could hear his steps before he even reached her as she stood by the kitchen counter.

"What's up with you?"

He sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. There were dark circles underneath his eyes and he looked like a zombie. A zombie who still had their duvet wrapped around his shoulders. "Can you pass me the coffee?" Adrian asked as he stumbled over the threshold into the kitchen and fell into a chair.

"Nope. You're going back to bed," she ordered, making sure to emphasise the fact she wasn't messing around. "You look dead. You're not going into work today."

Adrian looked aghast. He'd worked himself into the ground for a long time so why couldn't he continue? Why? Did she want him to get fired? He's a fucking superhero and he shouldn't feel so damn weak and exhausted! Superheroes don't rest. They're not pussies like that. They fight evil and kick ass while everyone else gets to relax and get some beauty sleep.

"No buts. Text your boss right now."

"I can work. Give me the coffee and I'll be fine." He tried grabbing the mug off her hand but she dodged his attempt. "Y/N, please, I'll be fine. Please just..." His shoulders drooped as his voice trailed off.

Honestly, he was even too tired to argue anymore. The lack of sleep was clearly getting to him and she had to offer, "Come on, big guy. Want to lounge about on the couch and have me wait on you on my day off?"

"That sounds nice," he replied softly, waddling to the sofa and collapsing face first on the cushions like a sack of potatoes, his limbs flailing around randomly in search of a comfy position.

Y/N knelt on the floor beside him and gently brushed her hand down his bicep to notify she was there. He grunted and lifted his head to look at her. The poor thing was half asleep already but he gave her a smile and whined, "Can you get my phone for me please? My legs don't work anymore."

With that, she went back into the bedroom to fetch it and handed it to him so he could confirm his sick day. She intended to give him some space to sleep but as soon as she tried to move away he grasped her wrist and whispered, "Stay, please," in a small voice.

It was so pathetic it made her heart melt. So pitiful that her mind instantly went blank. Her body was already moving towards the couch and he was using her legs as his pillow before she knew it.

"Comfy?" she teased as his cheek pressed against her thigh. He nodded against her shorts, so she ran her fingers through his messy bedhead and hummed thoughtfully, content with watching television and playing with his hair until he eventually fell asleep.

During his slumber, he mumbled inaudibly a lot, mostly nonsense syllables but he sounded like he was doing an impression of a Minion. Y/N smiled fondly at his peaceful features, glad he looked somewhat calm. It was quite rare to see her friend slow down and take some time for himself rather than rushing around till the point of mental and physical exhaustion.

He was holding onto her leg as if it were a teddy bear as he nuzzled his face into her thigh. But his dreams quickly changed from a soft and sweet slumber to something different. She could tell. She could tell because his hips were slowly moving against the couch cushion as if he were trying to relieve some of his pent up tension. His hand was moving under her shorts, touching her inner thigh as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

She shook her head at his antics and laughed quietly as she pushed his hand gently away from her. He didn't respond. He only whimpered softly, but she knew it wasn't from pain. He was trying to seduce her with his dreamy moans and movements. It was temptingly adorable, but she weighed her options: did she wake him and cause a smidge of awkwardness or let it be and keep it a secret from him?

As soon as she decided to wake him, he stopped and seemingly woke himself up from his dream as a wide grin spread across his face. Then, since he was still in the haze of his sexy dream, he sloppily kissed her thigh and jolted upright when he realised what he'd done. "Sorry," he apologised, his cheeks flushing red. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me..."

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"Oh, that's okay," she said reassuringly, looking up into his green eyes that seemed a little more hazel in the morning light. "Feeling better?"

Weirdly, it wasn't awkward. It should've been. But it wasn't.

Answering by yawning, he scratched the back of his head sheepishly and rubbed his eye. The moment she opened her arms, offering herself as a pillow again, he took it without question. This time he cuddled into the crook of her neck, his head resting on her shoulder as his arms loosely wrapped around her waist.

"Never would've guessed you were so touchy when you're sleepy, Chase."

"I'm sorry. Don't get hugs often, have to compensate somehow." He squeezed her waist a little tighter and murmured, "'Like your hugs."

Comfortingly, she kissed the top of his head, running her hands soothingly up and down his back as she rested her chin on the crown of his head. This might've been the most relaxed he felt in a good while; his breathing evened out and slowed as his muscles unwound from the tense state they had been held in for the past who knows how long. She could feel his chest rise and fall rapidly beneath her palm and she hoped the sensation was comforting to him; it certainly was to her. He was practically clinging to her for dear life and she was enjoying every second of it.

"You know, you're cute when you're being all needy," she said playfully. He looked up at her, squinting as he blinked a few times to try and clear the blurriness from his eyes. It didn't work since he had left his glasses in his bedroom.

Frankly, she hadn't seen this side of him before and he looked so vulnerable and soft, almost innocent. She found herself wishing that they could stay in this comfortable place forever.

"Am not," he mumbled, burrowing further into her neck, trying to hide the blush creeping into his cheeks. "Cute? I am not cute! I'm badass!"

"You can be both."

With that, she stroked the stubble on his cheek with her index finger causing him to close his eyes and purr happily like a cat. His head lifted from her shoulder and she could swear she saw his lips twitch upwards. If she was a betting woman, she'd say that he was suppressing a smile.

"Go back to sleep, tiger."

For some strange reason that he didn't fully understand, he always wanted to do as she said. There was this overwhelming need to oblige her. It wasn't even deep within him. He wore it on his blood stained sleeve. It was an odd urge, but it had always been like that and it was starting to drive him mad, especially considering that he hated the feeling.

No matter how much he begged to differ, it remained the same; he craved to make her happy. If she instructed him to put the barrel of a gun in his mouth and pull the trigger, he might just do it. She would never ask that of him. He would give up being Vigilante if that's what she wanted. He would be grumpy for the rest of his life, but he would do it.

The fact that he felt like this scared the living shit out of him.

So, he closed his eyes and listened to her heartbeat, her soft breaths and gentle strokes of her fingers down his back, and let himself drift away once more. He needed this right now and he was grateful that she allowed him this comfort and a fleeting sense of, well, finally feeling loved. And maybe he wouldn't admit it aloud to anyone, but he secretly hoped his feelings wouldn't go away any time soon.

During his time asleep, Y/N decided to flip the channel to have a brief look at what was on the local news and, as usual, they had a little segment at the end trying to appeal to all the Vigilante's of the area. In big letters, it read, "To anyone who has information about the crazed madman Vigilante, please phone here."

Looking down at the 'crazed madman' in her arms, she snorted at the headline and started scrolling through the channels to see what else was on. There was no way she'd ever tell on him though, so she kept quiet, hoping he wouldn't notice that she'd turned off the TV and was focusing entirely on him.

His peaceful expression was priceless. As he slept soundly on her shoulder, the mumbling started again in his dream. It was still incoherent, but there was clearly something going on inside his head. Then the soft whines started again, this time right next to her ear and she couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips.

"Y/N..."

"Yeah, big guy?"

Despite saying something coherent, he was fully out of it, drooling and rubbing his cheek on the fabric of her shirt, his hands clutching at handfuls of her skirt, and his breathing becoming shallow. Again, just as he did before, his hips started to move. Clearly he'd jumped straight back into the dream he was having before, instead, this time he wasn't moving against the couch, he was moving against her.

The first time he did it, she brushed it off as an accidental grinding action. Then it happened again. Then a third time. Okay, now it was clear what was happening to her. She should wake him up. She did just that as he grinded against her once more, lightly shaking his shoulder with a small sigh as she watched his eyes flutter open.

"Hngh…" he grumbled sleepily, blinking at her in confusion. "…What? Ah!"

Both of their gazes travelled down his body until they reached the bulge in his shorts. They looked back up to meet each other's gaze and he suddenly sat bolt upright, blushing scarlet as he covered his groin with a pillow hurriedly.

"Ah, shit, sorry," he muttered. "I didn't...I mean...I-" He ran his hands through his hair agitatedly and sighed deeply. His body was tense and rigid, obviously embarrassed to have made such a mess out of things. "It has a life of its own."

Quickly, she averted her eyes, turning her face to hide her amused smile. She couldn't hold back her laughter any longer, and it started to bubble out in full force. A grin crossed his lips momentarily before he joined in, laughing loudly, his embarrassment dismissed almost immediately. Her laugh was too infectious to ignore and he couldn't stop himself from joining in.

"Want me to occupy myself with lunch while you 'calm' yourself down?" she asked teasingly. He nodded, still laughing, and grabbed the remote control off the coffee table so he could turn on the T.V. and change the channel as he waited for her to leave.

After that, Adrian was sure that he felt something more than lust towards his roomie. He really wished it didn't bother him. Really, he did. It was the first time someone had touched him and held him like that; in a tender, loving manner that he couldn't stop himself from craving for more.

That thought alone sent chills down his spine. It terrified him. He had never cared for another person's affections like this before, but he knew that it wasn't good. It was dangerous. No one should have that much power over him, that much power over his emotions. He didn't want it, didn't deserve it. He was nothing but trouble and he should be ashamed for thinking such thoughts about her.

However every time she made a thirsty comment about Vigilante, he thought, 'Why not? I could and would do that.' His self control was slowly being picked away bit by bit by her.

It all reached its boiling point one night when he came back home at an ungodly hour still dressed in his suit, desperately needing to come down from the adrenaline he'd accumulated on patrol. It had been a slow night, but every time he turned the corner his brain would say, 'Now this is going to have a mugger down it' or 'There's a man with a huge sword around here to battle, I know it'. There wasn't. It seemed that the streets were deserted aside from him.

"Hey, Ade," Y/N greeted as he tried to sneak in as quietly as possible. He hadn't even taken off his mask yet and he was already sweating bullets.

"Who's Ade? I'm Vigilante."

From where she was standing in the kitchen, Y/N simply stared blankly at him for a moment before breaking out into a fit of giggles. He narrowed his eyes and took a step forward.

"How long?"

"Months and months now."

He let out a loud groan, placing his hand on the wall behind him to support himself and taking a deep breath.

"And you haven't told anybody?"

"Not a soul."

In despair, he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger as he exhaled sharply before dropping his hand and looking at her with tired, defeated eyes. Instead of saying anything else, she continued to stir her ramen noodles and hummed the song she had been singing before he arrived.

No, he couldn't be bothered to deal with this right now and stomped into his room, slamming the door shut behind him. He threw off his costume and climbed beneath the covers of his bed, pulling the pillow over his head and burying his face underneath it. He could hear her humming and the soft tap tap tap of her feet as she walked back and forth in the living room.

Why hadn't she told him she knew? Why? What was she waiting for? Did she really enjoy tormenting him? How many times had she said something graphic about Vigilante while she knew it was him? The answer was too many to count.

"Want me to split my noodles with you, Vigilante?" She asked through his door and he could swear he heard a smile in her voice, as if she wanted to annoy him more than anything. When she didn't get an answer, she chuckled and returned to eat alone.

The next morning came and Adrian was careful to ignore her completely. However, as much as he hated to admit it, the guilt was eating him alive. He was glad she had finally figured it out. It made him feel somewhat better and he could relax slightly, knowing that there was still hope for them. But still, he felt guilty nonetheless and he couldn't seem to shake her thoughts off his mind, no matter how hard he focused on literally anything and everything.

At work that day, all her flirty comments swam around his head and distracted him greatly. If she knew he was Vigilante and she wanted Vigilante that means.....she wants him. Unless she'd only been doing it to rile him up because she found it funny to tease him like that.

"Ade, what the hell are you - "

Y/N never would've expected that she'd be pushed against the wall as soon as she got home from work, pinned between the cool brick and Adrian's chest as his lips pressed fervently against hers. She gasped in surprise but didn't resist his kisses as his fingers dug deeply into her hair, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth until he pulled back briefly to breathe heavily.

"Tell me to stop if you don't want this."

Kneeling down, his hands gripped her thighs and tugged her closer to him, kissing her skin through her tights with such ferocity that her knees buckled slightly. Y/N whimpered, gripping onto his shoulders for support.

"I -"

Because of the sound she made, he retreated a bit to check on her reaction. Y/N smiled at him, biting her lip gently and nodding in approval. Adrian grinned in response and reached into his back pocket to find his knife. She froze for a second when he did so, not quite understanding until he swiftly cut through her tights and underwear, making them fall apart around her ankles as his gaze met with hers.

"Careful with that knife, you don't have your glasses on."

With their eyes locked, he let his nose nudge against her clit. She moaned softly as the contact, arching her hips into his touch as if pleading for him to continue. And he did. He gave her everything, he devoured her completely as he yanked her knee over his shoulder and began licking along her clit, leaving a trail of wetness all the way to her opening.

"What has gotten into you today?" Y/N breathed, clutching tightly onto his work shirt as her fingers tightened into fists around the fabric, knuckles turning white, and the sounds that were coming out of her throat became increasingly louder and louder.

Adrian smirked at the sight of her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils before pushing a finger inside her roughly. She cried out in shock as his fingertips rubbed harshly against her entrance, causing her to squirm and writhe beneath him and he laughed huskily before continuing to lick her clit.

"Gonna do this every time work makes me want to blow my fucking brains out," he murmured in between licks as he added his ring finger to the rhythm of his thrusts, pressing them deeper and deeper inside her. "Just think of your sweet pussy, Y/N, getting what she wants every day."

His words were enough to bring out the purest form of pleasure, causing Y/N to moan loudly as she arched her hips upward, grasping at his arms as she fought to contain herself. He kept pushing his fingers in and out ruthlessly, watching Y/N's face contort and twist as she let out a cry of pleasure.

"You want that, huh?"

"Yes!" she cried out, feeling the pressure build within her again as her body started to quiver violently.

A couple more seconds and then her orgasm overtook her, sending her crashing, her nails digging into his biceps painfully as she clenched down upon his fingers and came, releasing all across his knuckles.

"What was it that you said the other day?"

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Smugly, he stood and licked his fingers clean, smiling down at her in satisfaction as she remained in place, attempting to get her breath back. "I think it was something along the lines of 'I want Vigilante to rail me until the only coherent thing I can say is daddy'."

"Well, that does sound fun."

"Oh, believe me, baby. It will be."

Before she'd even realised he'd done it, she was lifted off the ground and was firmly placed on the kitchen counter with Adrian fumbling with his belt buckle in front of her. His trousers were soon around his ankles and he kicked them away before reaching for the hem of his shirt and lifting it above his head. Once free, he grabbed hold of her hips and pulled them towards him, positioning himself between her legs.

Yet, he didn't push into her. No. He said nothing as he unbuttoned her shirt, button by agonising button, revealing more and more of the skin beneath it before tossing it to the floor in a heap. He paused, staring intently at her breasts which hung perfectly in front of his face for a few moments, then hurriedly uncliped the clasps of her bra with one smooth motion.

"Can't believe you've been hiding these from me," he mused as he kissed her neck and his hands grasped at her boobs greedily. She shuddered in delight as they rolled around between his fingers, rubbing against his palms as he pulled away from her. She whined as he trailed kisses from the base of her neck to her jawline and down her collarbone. "So beautiful..."

Her breath hitched in her throat at his words and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he went lower, kissing all over her chest. "Vigilante," She whispered as he sucked a bruise into the sensitive flesh between her breasts, letting out a soft whimper and arching her back and leaning into his touch.

"Hmmm?" Adrian hummed against her, continuing to trace the outline of her collarbones with his lips as his hands moved up and down her sides. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"Fuck," she groaned. "Please, just fuck me already. Daddy, please."

His smile grew wickedly as his hips snapped forwards and he slammed into her, grunting in satisfaction when she gripped onto his hair. He thrust into her roughly a few more times, letting out low growls that caused goosebumps to rise along her arms and neck. Then suddenly, she felt him stop and lift his head off of her breasts, looking up at her as she gazed downwards at him with hazy eyes.

Surprisingly gently, his hand flew to her cheek and thumbed at her swollen lips, causing her to part them and take his thumb into her mouth without hesitation. He watched her intently, as if taking in every last detail, trying desperately to memorise everything about her.

She was his, he told himself repeatedly, his and only his.

"Say I am yours. Let me hear you say it", he whispered, removing his hand to place another kiss onto her lips. "Say it. Please say it."

"You are mine," she mumbled against his mouth and he felt the same euphoric feeling of victory wash through him at those three simple words. The look in her eyes was enough to prove it.

"Good girl," he purred, stroking at her cheek once again before continuing to thrust into her slowly and deliberately.

As their joined bodies rose and fell together, they continued to make out passionately, exchanging breathless, desperate kisses and Adrian began to move faster and harder, almost as if he were trying to prove something to himself.

"You take daddy's cock so well, my baby."

Y/N could feel the familiar rush in her core that signalled that her body was ready to come. She tried to stifle her whimper, but he immediately sensed it and broke their kiss to pull away from her and stare deeply into her eyes as he gripped her jaw between his thumb and forefinger.

"Let daddy hear it," he demanded, tilting his head as he searched for any sign of resistance within her expression and he felt her tremble against him at his rough tone and forceful grip. His voice was the deepest she'd ever heard before as he added, "Don't deprive me of this."

Just like that, she gave in and closed her eyes, letting out a loud whine of ecstasy. He chuckled as she gripped tightly on his shoulder, nails cutting into his skin and leaving faint trails as she thrashed around him, moaning incoherent words of praise.

"Holy fuck, you tightened," he muttered lowly to himself, allowing himself to take a breather so he didn't come too early. He withdrew from her body entirely and tugged her to her feet, only to turn her around and bend her over the counter.

Though she was still slightly in the post orgasm daze, Y/N felt his hands drift up the back of her thighs until they landed on her ass. Then, without warning, he let his hand roughly slap against the skin of her ass, hard enough that it left an imprint of pain and pleasure on her skin and she let out a moan.

"Like that?"

"Uh-huh. I like it, daddy. Like it so much."

"Knew a slut like you would."

All of her risqué comments had given him a perfect insight into what she was into and now he had the perfect opportunity to make those things happen. Why wouldn't he use her teasing to his advantage?

Another spank.

"That's for having a whore mouth."

Again.

"And that's for making me jerk off in my room every night instead of enjoying this pussy like I could have."

One more.

"That's just because I like the sound you make."

The sound of his voice sent chills down her spine as she looked back over her shoulder to see his dark eyes glaring into hers, full of lust and lust for her as his grip on her butt tightened and he pushed back inside of her again, grunting loudly as he buried himself deep inside her once more.

"Your cunt is tight as fuck," he said huskily, hitting her ass once more, eliciting a loud gasp from her lips as he continued to pound away into her. "So tight that I don't think I'll ever be able to stop fucking it."

"Please don't stop."

Grabbing onto her hair, Adrian drove his cock into her hard and fast, his tongue flicking out of his mouth and wetting his lower lip as he stared deeply into her eyes. "Is this how you like it?" he asked, pulling out completely to shove himself right back into her with the same force as before. "Want me to fuck you stupid, baby?"

She nodded as best as she could as tears filled her eyes at the sight of him, his eyes glazed and his cheeks flushed with exertion and excitement, sweat pouring down his forehead to his muscular chest. His muscles rippled and flexed as his hips pumped rapidly into hers, driving her crazy with pleasure as he fucked her into oblivion.

"Yes, daddy!" she panted breathlessly. Once she had uttered that fateful name, it was all she could say, it seemed, meaning that he'd successfully completed his mission. Her back arched and she cried out "Daddy!" over and over again, his hips buckling with pleasure as he threw his head back, pumping into her hard and fast until she couldn't breathe from being consumed by her own orgasm and, seconds later, he came too, filling her with his seed and spurting deep inside of her.

When the two of them were finally both finished, she slumped forward until her head hit the cool countertop, a huge smile plastered across her face as she giggled softly. Adrian chuckled at her reaction, bending down to press a tender kiss to her temple as he rested his chin atop her spine.

"You good?"

Her hand soon formed into a thumbs up and a nod followed suit.

They stayed there on the kitchen countertop for what felt like an eternity, neither wanting to get up and leave each other. Finally, though, they had to. It would be best to clean up the mess they'd made before it got cold and sticky.

"Let me just..." He slowly removed himself from her and gently pulled her up. "I can carry you, if you want."

With trembling limbs and blushing cheeks, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to the bathroom. She held him tightly, not wanting to relinquish him even for a second, and he smiled fondly at her in response.

That's how life went for a while. They'd fuck and kiss and do most things couples do together. But they weren't together...nope, Adrian wouldn't allow it. When he was balls deep in her, he'd be seconds away from professing his love and claiming her for his own, however, he would deny that they were anything more. They both knew that wasn't the case.

"Dude, you fuck her, you buy her flowers, you sleep in the same bed, you talk about her non-stop. Face it, Y/N is your girlfriend," Chris argued on the way back from a mission. Adrian had been excited to get back to his 'not-girlfriend' since they'd left. And it seemed like his eagerness was showing.

"If she's my girlfriend, why is she going on a date with another guy then?"

"I don't know. Do you like the fact she's going on a date?"

No. No, Adrian didn't like the fact that she was going on a date with someone else. And that someone else was fucking Taylor from work.

A week or two before the Vigilante-mobile was in the garage and Y/N had offered to pick him up from work. She walked into the restaurant and, whilst waiting for him, had gotten talking to Taylor. Next thing Adrian knew, Y/N had his number and apparently they were arranging to go out to dinner together.

Chris could tell just by his buddy's face how he truly felt about the situation. It was pretty clear. It was obvious that he loved her. But he was scared to admit it; scared to acknowledge it to himself and accept it. Afraid he wouldn't fit into the role he had imagined for himself in his mind. Afraid that he wouldn't be good enough for her and so he kept it under wraps.

"You've got two choices, do jack shit and hear another dude fucking the absolute shit out of her through her bedroom wall, or go for it so you get to fuck the shit out of her."

Adrian groaned as his mind started spinning wildly and he realised what he had to do. That was it! His chance to show her that he could be the man that she deserved, not only did that mean that he could fuck her, but also that he could actually treat her well. He could make her happy.

Loser: i'm injured. can you take care of me when i get back?

Loser: please?

Loser: pretty please?

Stupid: How bad?

Honestly, the only pain Vigilante was feeling was emotional.

Loser: really

Loser: really bad

Stupid: K.

Oof. He felt the weight of that single letter in his bones as he read it over and over again in his head. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt.

The moment he opened the door, she was checking him for injuries immediately. She didn't find a single one (which was odd because he was quite clumsy and reckless). But her gaze was sharp with her brows furrowed.

"What's the issue?"

"Me. I'm the issue." He sighed. "I fucked something up."

She placed a soft hand on his cheek, stroking it as he gazed into her eyes, seeing the concern written all over her face. "Talk to me," she whispered, her fingers trailing along his jawline in order to calm him down, and it did - he sighed and ran his hands through his messy, brown locks.

"Taylor..."

"Oh."

Like some twisted form of fate, the person in question knocked on their front door just moments after. In a huff, Adrian opened the door and instantly regretted it. As soon as he saw that it was Taylor, he quickly slammed the door shut in his face.

"Get out of the way," Y/N mumbled and pushed Adrian away from the door. She opened it up and ignored how Adrian was glaring at their guest over her shoulder. "Hey, didn't you get my text?"

"What text?"

"Ade fell in the shower and has a concussion so I need to keep an eye on him tonight," she lied with ease.

Taylor took one look at them and nodded. "We can always rearrange the date." He looked directly at Adrian. "Hope you feel better soon, man."

"Oh, I will."

Then he was gone. As soon as he appeared, he had left. And Y/N let out a small sigh as she shut the door, turning towards Adrian who got to his knees and wrapped his arms around her legs, looking up at her with pleading eyes, a pout tugging at his lips and his eyebrows knitted together.

"If you want me to beg, I'll beg."

He gave her the puppy dog eyes that no doubt would work wonders on her. She sighed, running her hand through his hair, barely holding back a smile at his cute antics as she stood there, contemplating whether or not she should give in so easily.

"Go on, beg for me."

"Please, baby. I wanna be with you. Just me. Just you. Please." He grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly with a desperate whimper. "I'd really like it if you'd be my girlfriend. My forever girlfriend, please." He leaned in to place a soft kiss on her against her knuckles, nuzzling against her skin affectionately. "Can I please call you mine? Can we, can we be a real couple?"

All his tactics - the puppy eyes, the pleading, the begging, those pathetic whines - everything about this boy was just irresistible. She bit down on her lip, biting back a chuckle at his adorable expression. She was completely unable to refuse this little shit anything.

"I'm yours."

The words slipped out effortlessly from her lips without any hesitation whatsoever, causing a wide grin to spread across his face. Then he suddenly lifted his body off the ground, pulling her closer to him with his strong arms wrapped firmly around her waist, and kissed her passionately. She responded to the kiss with enthusiasm, wrapping her arms around his neck as he picked her up, carrying her to their bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them with his heel.

Later that night when they were both cuddled up in bed under the covers, he reached out to grab her phone as it lit up. "You've got a message from Taylor."

"Oh, I'll reply tomorrow."

Adrian had a better idea than that. He found his phone and told her, "I want a kiss." She complied and leaned in to give him a quick peck on his lips yet he deepened it, possessively moving his one hand to the side of her neck, his thumb brushing vertically across her jugular. The other hand was in front of them, taking a photo of the passionate smooch that ensued.

That photo would be sent to Taylor as soon as their lips disconnected.

[queenlucythevaliant]

russian opera recs???? please??????? I want to broaden my horizons

I am so excited that you're interested!!! You are in for such a treat. 

I did a write-up of my favorite Russian operas yesterday evening, which is here. I gushed a whole bunch about my faves and recommended a handful of specific tracks on Spotify to get a feel for things. So definitely check that out.

Buuuuut since you've given me another opportunity here-- let's talk about the New Russian School. This is the music of Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky-- what they and their characters listened to. 

The New Russian School was a 19th century movement among composers to create a distinctly Russian style of music. It was spearheaded by the Mighty Five, a group of five composers including my beloved Modest Mussorgsky (my top two on the opera post are his work). But they didn't just write operas! They also wrote parlor songs, symphonies, ballets, marches-- you name it. If you want to get a real feel for Russian music, this is where you start. Some highlights:

- All of Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition is wonderful, but “The Great Gate of Kiev” is just grand and magnificent and magical in all the best ways. I swear, it makes me want to weep for joy.

- "The Field Marshall," part of Mussorgsky's Songs and Dances of Death, is sung from the perspective of Death riding through a battlefield after a battle. It's everything you want from that evocative premise.

- "Russia," Mily Balakirev is a symphonic piece that's meant to try and encapsulate the Russian identity. It's beautiful: moody in places, sprightly in others, dramatic, languid, mercurial. Surprisingly good study music, somehow? 

- “Islamey” from Balakirev’s Oriental Fantasy is reasonably well known in the West, but it’s so much fun. That’s all I’ve got to say about it. It totally slaps. 

- “The Lark” from A Farewell to Petersburg (also Balakirev) is just so sweet and sad and delicate. It settles my heart so wonderfully.

- Rimsky-Korsakov's Russian Easter Overture is just glorious. It's the sort of music that grows in beauty and hope from its first strains. It's sunrise on Easter and everyone waking up and getting dressed and going to church. It's mounting excitement of Easter morning and the joy of celebrating the Resurrection.

- Parlor music! You know how in Tolstoy novels a character (or several) will sing something at a private party or gathering? That’s this stuff. Alexander Dargomyzhsky’s is some of the best. I quite like “Enchant Me, Enchant” because I can so easily imagine Natasha singing it. “The Old Corporal” is quite good too. Full disclosure, I mostly listen to Dargomyzhsky while thinking about Tolstoy novels ;)

- A wonderful cello nocturn by Alexander Borodin. Mournful, but with moments of joy and lightness. Perfectly balanced. My mom really likes this one.

Oh goodness, Cesar Cui is the last member of the Mighty Five and I can’t think of anything of his that I really love off the top of my head. So sorry Cesar! I should listen to more of your stuff.

-Tchaikovsky came after the Mighty Five, but was definitely a product of the New Russian School and I need to talk about his Sixth Symphony. His Sixth Symphony (called Pathetique) is popular in the West, but not many know the story and significance behind it. Tchaikovsky was coming to the end of his life and old St. Petersburg was coming to the end of its. Pathetique quotes from the Russian Orthodox funeral service. Its last movement incorporates De Profundis, a prayer for the dead. The Symphony is beautiful and mournful and, when it premiered, the curtain fell not to applause but to weeping. The Grand Duke Konstantin Konstantinovich ran up to Tchaikovsky crying "What have you done? It's a requiem, a requiem!" Ya know that scene in the movie Amadeus where Mozart writes his own death mass in bed and then dies? Yeah. Except in a way, this was a requiem for the Russia that died with the revolution as well. Tchaikovsky was a lot like Akhmatova in that he looked at Old Russia with nostalgia before it was even gone.

Bonus: I like bombast. Here's Glinka's Patriotic Song. Glinka predates all these other guys, but he's wonderful and really deserves to be better known in the West. In Russia, he's like their Mozart.

Between this and the opera post, I hope I haven’t overwhelmed anyone. During quarantine, I used to go for drives with my mom and sister basically every day. Occasionally, I played my Russians and my mom’s response was “this makes the pandemic feel a lot more epic, doesn’t it?” 

[golden--doodler]

Tumblr is being dumb and not wanting to work with me today (and is also dumb for not letting me put in more than one video clip), but @babsvibes asked me what some of my favorite Bob's Burgers quotes are, so here is my response in its entirety (you better buckle up, because it's long):

Babs!! I appreciate you so much, thank you for giving me another ask❣️

You already know who most of these quotes will be from because you asked me 🤣 This ask is too good, I’m super excited to get into this.

Okay, I don’t have these in any particular order (this was originally meant to be a top five but got expanded to eight (plus a ton of honorable mentions) because there are just too many good quotes), but some of my absolute favorites are:

—(From the movie): “I know you’re droopy Bob right now, but you know who else is in there? Dreamy Bob. The guy who wanted to open a restaurant in the first place, slap his name on it, make cuckoo, crazy burgers with wild ingredients. A new one every day.” —Linda 🥹

Bonus: “You know what you gotta do to droopy Bob? You gotta hit him in the nuts, like this! >:D”--Linda, AKA the best wife in the world

This scene always has me extremely unwell. It’s like the writers took a look at me and my blog and were just like How can we activate Doodler’s emotional tears to the maximum degree? It honestly has everything I could’ve asked for. Linda being the best, most supportive wife in the universe? Yup. Bob being his usual sad, dramatic self? Yes.

A BOBLIN FLASHBACK WITH LINDA PREGNANT WITH TINA AND BOB LOOKING SO EXCITED AND PASSIONATE ABOUT THE RESTAURANT?? 🥺🥺🥺 Check.

—(Also from the movie): “Can I say, ‘Honey, No’!” —Gene

“No 🙄” —Louise

This line is hilarious and caught me so off-guard when I first heard it. It’s one of the best Gene lines, which is quite the feat given that he has so many good lines. I can’t believe some people can’t see his beautiful Genderfluidity after hearing this line and Eugene Mirman’s delivery. Genuinely, though, I absolutely love how comfortable Gene usually is when it comes to being himself. There are moments where his self-doubt and insecurity creep in, and I could make a whole post about that, but whenever he’s around his family, he’s usually so comfortable with saying what he wants.

—(I forgot which episode this was from and couldn't figure out which one it was, if someone can tell me, that would be much appreciated 😭): “Teddy, I know that’s your burger. Stop being weird and just eat the burger.” —Mr. Bob Burger himself

Bonus: “Is this what you want you sick bastard?????” —Teddy

This exchange is so freaking funny, such a classic. Bob and Teddy’s yelling matches never fail to make me burst out laughing. And just the fact that this all happened because Bob gets so upset when people eat other burgers and like them, so everyone has to pretend to not like other burgers?? Hilarious. He’s such a sensitive man, I love him so much.

—(From “The Runaway Club”): “I’m a little disappointed too. Before I saw it on you, I thought this bracelet was classy.” —Tina

Bonus: “Take. It. Off.” —Tammy

“I. Would. Rather. Die.” —Tina

“THEN YOU WILL DIE!!!!!!!!!” —Tammy

Tina’s line here is so good. I love how she can come up with really good one-liners to get back at Tammy when she wants to. And Tammy getting so jealous and angry?? Hilarious. And then Jocelyn panicking and pulling the fire alarm?? And then Jimmy Jr. being an absolute dumbass and just spraying a fire extinguisher everywhere? 11/10 scene.

Plus, you gotta love how protective Gene and Louise get over Tina here: “Get your hands off my sister 😡”

—(Deleted line from “Father of the Bob”): “He lets me eat as much Tylenol as I want! 😄”

Yes, I’m including a link to the animation I did for this scene yesterday, don’t judge me.

Anyway, this line is actual comedy gold. I can’t believe they cut it. Yes, they don’t want kids to be irresponsible with Tylenol. But it’s so funny!! Gene, sweetie, please don’t overdose on medicine.

It’s also really sweet how much the kids love their Pop Pop. It’s just really nice that they have a grandparent they love because Gloria and Al are the worst.

—(From “Tina-Ranasaurus Wrecks”): “TINA FOR THE LOVE OF GOD EITHER TURN AWAY OR STOP—THE BRAKES, TINA, YOU’RE ABOUT TO—HIT THE BRAKES” —Bob

Bonus: “God, you’re so honest. Who raised you?” —Bob

“I don’t know 😫” —Tina

This scene absolutely sends me Every. Single. Time. It’s so good. Just Tina’s constant groaning and Bob’s panic which only grows as they get closer to the only other car in the parking lot?? I can’t. His yelling at the end never fails to send me into a fit of laughter. There's just something about the way H. Jon Benjamin delivered it.

And the fact that the car Tina hit was Jimmy Pesto’s? That makes this scene even funnier.

—(From “Can’t Buy Me Math”): “Did someone order takeout or should I say take off?? 😏” —Bob

Bonus: “No one wants to see that! 😡” —Random patron at Jimmy Pesto’s

“Hey! I do! 🤬” —Linda

This is one of my all-time favorite Boblin moments, tied only with the flashback scene from the movie, and probably their moment in “Bob, Actually”. 

Aside from how hilarious it is (I mean, “Takeout or should I say take off” lives rent-free in my head), it goes to show just how much these two love and adore each other. Bob was willing to be naked in full view of customers at Jimmy Pesto’s and he still did the strip tease because he loves Linda that much.

They definitely had a fun night together 😏

(From “The Plight Before Christmas”): “So jolly. I didn’t expect to feel this way. I was focusing on Santa, but the best presents are sitting here. And they aren’t even wrapped up.” —Louise 🥹

This scene makes me sob every single time. I think the part that gets me the most is the moment where Louise looks into the audience and sees Tina came to see her give the poem. Tina in this moment reminds me so much of my older sister it makes me way too emotional I might actually get sick. Without words, it showed their sisterly bond in such a beautiful way. And then Louise’s actual poem??????? I can’t handle it. The way she eloquently describes in poem form how much she cares about her family can’t be done justice in words.

God, I need a minute to recover from this.

And that’s my top eight! Here are some honorable mentions because there are just too many good quotes from this gem of a show:

—(From “The Gene Mile”): “WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO, CHANGE MY PHONE EVERY TEN YEARS??” —Teddy

“Y E S” —Bob

—(From “Dream a Little Bob of Bob”): “I DID IT. HELL YEAHHHHHHHH” —Tina

—(From “Boyz 4 Now”): “I’m no hero. I put my bra on one boob at a time, just like everyone else.” —Tina

—(From “Two For Tina”): “When you say no, it makes me want you more!!!!!! 😫” —Jimmy Jr.

—(From “Y Tu Ga-Ga Tambien”): “It’s not a good feeling when they say everyone, but they don’t mean you.” —Gene

—(From “Torpedo”): “But I call you dad! I think of it as Dad’s Burgers!” —Gene

—(From “Best Burger”) “Dad!! I’m sorry I screwed up today. I’m sorry I screw up all the time! 😣” —Gene

Bonus: “Gene, you might make mistakes from time to time, but I love you and I love who you are.” —Bob 🥺

—(From “Diarrhea of a Poopy Kid”): “You were the only one interested in my innovative new menu. I was like you when I was a kid, you know. That’s how I got interested in cooking. And as soon as you pass that sip test, I’ll eat dinner with you.” —Bob

Bonus: “🎶 I could still be a winner, when I eat Dad’s Thanksgiving dinner! 🎶” —Gene

“That was beautiful, Gene 🥲” —Bob

“Thank you, Father~” —Gene

—(From “Mazel-Tina”): “Wow, Dad. I never realized how soulful your eyes are.” —Gene

“*Sighs* Gene. Wait, really?” —Bob

—(From “The Hauntening”): “Dad. I think you’re doing a really good job as a Dad.” —Gene

“Okay.” —Bob

“I’m having a really good childhood.” —Gene

“Okay, great.” —Bob

“Not right now, but overall.” —Gene

“I got it, thanks.” —Bob

“No, thank you. Thank you for your service.” —Gene

(From “Lil’ Hard Dad”): “You’re still my hero, Dad 😌” —Gene

“You’re mine too, Gene.” —Bob

(From “Broadcast Wagstaff School News”): “*Gasps* Travel-Sized Bob, awwwwww!!” —Linda

Bonus: “Muppet baby Bobby!!! :D” —Linda

(From “Lindapendent Woman”): “I’d rather be scraping by together than have extra money and be apart.” —Bob, AKA the best husband ever

(From “Mother Daughter Laser Razor”): “Wait. Mom. You don’t think I like you?” —Louise

Bonus (just for you, Babs!): “They just needed to see things from each other’s perspective 🥹” —Logan Barry Bush

(From “A-Sprout A Boy”): “I’ll never make you eat vegetables for breakfast, sweetie.” —Linda

“I love you, Mom (:” —Louise

(From “The Pickleorette”): “Oh my God, of course I’d hold your hand. I don’t want you to be scared. You’re my big, strong boy.”

(From "Sliding Bobs"): “Hey! You’ve got a lot of nerve picking on girl’s diamond rings with your thick, luxurious, Tom Selleckian mustache….. Hi.” —Linda

“Hi. My eyes are up here. Should we get some scissors?” —Bob

“What’s the rush? 😏” —Linda

(From “Large Brother, Where Fart Thou?”): “Thank you, Gene. You’re a great large brother.” —Louise

“Anytime, shrimp.” -Gene, AKA the best big brother ever

(From “A Few ‘Gurt Men”): “I’m good at law!” —Gene, AKA the best lawyer ever

(From “Carpe Museum”): “So, when you take over the restaurant, will you call it Louise’s Burgers?” —Bob

“I don’t know. Maybe. Daddy.” —Louise

(From “Hawk and Chick”): “This Hawk and Chick will never not talk for thirty years!” —Bob

(I forgot which episode this is from but if someone can tell me, that would be much appreciated!): "I've got a license to counsel." --Mr. Frond

"Double O-So-Sad." --Louise

"Louise. Be nice." --Bob

"Why? It's Mr. Frond!" --Louise

(From "The Frond Files"): "I LOCKED MYSELF IN A RUH-OOOM WHILE CHILDREN WERE EATEN!!!!!!!!!!!!" --Mr. Frond

I need to cut myself off now but there are even more quotes I could’ve added 😭

[cheerfulmelancholies]

Mysterious New Member-Chapter 1

Summary: After a set of unusual circumstances, the BF5 find themselves with a new member. Although they're glad for the extra manpower during the war, there's still something off about their new teammate. Vert can't quite put his finger on it, but he knows there are secrets to be found. There's little time to figure it out, however, as tensions rise between the BF5 and the Reds. All they can do is hope their newest member doesn't have something to do with it.

Or: The BF5 fic I wrote when I was younger, stopped working on, remembered again years later and decided to revamp. Also on AO3 and FFN.

Writing below the cut so I don't clog anyone's feed.

"Zoom! Head for the Key. Agura and I will cover you," Vert ordered over the radio. The scout gave an affirmative and shot off to the right; Agura pulled up alongside the Saber and stayed level as they rumbled towards a group of Vandals, kicking up desert dust.

"Oh, no you don't," Agura said as one of them swerved to chase after Zoom. She slammed on the brakes and launched a grapple at him, dragging him to her front tire before batting him away like a pest. She turned in time to see Vert send his car into a spin, blades out, knocking away several Vandals. She charged at the remaining group, ramming two aside before launching into the air to pounce on the last one, engine roaring. The poor thing barely knew what hit him.

"That takes care of that," Vert said, adrenaline still coursing. "How're you guys holding up?"

"Everything's good over here," Spinner said, giving his younger brother a high five after they took out Krocomodo. "How about you, AJ? Did that cat give you trouble?"

A groaning Kalus lay in a heap beneath his chariot. AJ rumbled past him to join up with the Buster. "Nope. Not a scratch."

"And I've got the Key," Zoom added, popping a wheelie on his way back to Vert and Agura.

"Alright, team, meet up at the Earth portal so we can head out of here." He waited until the scout was nearly caught up to put the pedal down, and the three of them rode back into the canyon.

The Zone had an unusual layout; large, open spaces the size of a football field before winding, narrow canyons. A bit like massive crop circles, to put it in Sherman's words. They'd gotten a reading on the Key pretty early on but had to split up due to not knowing which path was correct. It took some trial and error, and numerous run-ins with the Vandals, but nothing they couldn't handle.

Vert rode through the portal first, followed by Zoom, Agura, Sherman and Spinner, and AJ. When they were all out the scout grabbed the Key, tossed it and slapped it on the front of his bike.

"Good job today, guys," Vert said, taking his first calming breath in a while. "Now let's head on home so we can–Huh!"

In the distance, a black car was racing away. A cloud of dust was left in its wake.

"Who is that?" Agura asked, already scoping them out. "Do you think they saw us?"

"Whoever they are, they're sure in a hurry," AJ said, feeling uneasy. "Should we, like, go after them or something?"

"Maybe they didn't see us," Spinner offered. "They could've just been out driving. It wasn't like they were right here."

"I can go check it out, if you want, Vert." Zoom had his hand on the throttle, ready to go.

Vert thought about it. "No," he said finally, trying not to sound worried. "Spinner's right. If they were closer I'd say yeah but… they were already pretty far. The Salt Flats are perfect for racing. It's probably nothing."

"If you say so," said Agura, still on edge.

"It didn't take us that long to exit the portal," Sherman reasoned. "It's really unlikely they saw anything. And even if something does come up, like a video, we can always just deny it and say it was special effects for a movie."

"C'mon, guys, let's get back to base." He didn't want to stay out here any longer than necessary. Sure, it probably was nothing, and more than likely his nerves, but that didn't make him feel any better.

They went about their usual business upon returning, each of them branching off to spend the rest of the evening relaxing. The next morning was nothing out of the ordinary either, though it did see Spinner get into an argument with Tezz about having 'borrowed' one of his gaming devices for an experiment. All in all, nothing noteworthy.

Vert strode through the Hub and found Sage sorting through files by the Mobi. He walked over to her. "Morning," he said, getting her attention. "Everything alright?"

"Yes, everything is fine," she said after a brief hesitation.

Vert recognized the pause all too well. "You seem worried." Ever since the whole Mobi 3.0 ordeal, she'd been getting far more expressive. At this rate, she'd be easier to read than Stanford.

Sage took a second to process how she wanted to respond. "There is something that's been… confusing me," she admitted. Embarrassment wasn't something she had personal experience with but she knew the feeling when it arose.

"What could possibly confuse you?" he asked, worry gnawing its way to the surface. Was it something to do with Krytus? The Sark? Was the planet in danger from some sort of catastrophe?

"It is nothing of life-threatening concern," the Sentient said, seeming to read his mind. "It is just some abnormal readings I've been getting."

"From what?"

She pulled up several screens showing charts and graphs, and divided them. "These readings are from the Storm Shocks," she said, pointing to the graphs on the right side. "The initial burst of energy from the portal opening combined with the electromagnetic waves they generate upon interacting with the planet's own electromagnetic field. All perfectly normal."

"And the weird ones?" he questioned, eying the other screens. The activity there was much lower, hardly a blip compared to the massive impact the Storm Shocks had.

"These are not from Storm Shocks. At least, not from the kind we need to worry about." At his bewildered look, she added, "Sometimes a portal does not open fully and only a mere spark is produced, so to speak. It is quite normal, however, it should not be so frequent. What I'm picking up could merely be residual energy, but it is unlikely. The locations are inconsistent with those of the Storm Shocks and it is appearing at different frequencies. It is most perplexing."

"Sounds like it's worth checking out. Is there anything we can do to help?"

"You can see if you find anything at the locations of the anomalies. Perhaps Sherman and Tezz could be of assistance."

"Got it. We'll head out right now."

"I will send the coordinates of the most recent one to your cars," she said to his retreating form.

A few minutes later saw the Buster, Splitwire and Saber roaring into the desert. Tezz took the lead, his need for answers kicking in, while Vert and the Cortez brothers flanked him.

"Hey, Vert," Sherman said when they were halfway there. "Take a good look at where that most recent anomaly was."

He glanced at the map, not getting it until he zoomed out a bit. "That's where that car was," he said in shock.

"What car?" Tezz questioned, curious as to how an ordinary vehicle could cause such a reading. It wasn't high-powered like theirs, it wasn't even close to the level he was sure his project car had managed. But it was there nonetheless, and that should've been impossible.

"Oh man," Spinner said, "that means that guy does know something."

"We don't know that, bro."

"Why else would his car be leaving such weird readings?"

Vert cut in before Spinner could draw anymore conclusions. "Relax, Spin. That's what we're going to find out." To Tezz, he explained, "Yesterday when we exited the portal there was a car racing away from us. It was too far to say he was waiting but after what Sage said about those readings…"

"You think they might be involved somehow," he finished.

"Exactly. We can't let people find out about this. It's too dangerous and could cause some serious problems." He eased off the gas as they approached the area. They slowed to a stop and he got out. "Nothing out of the ordinary so far. Sherm?"

"Aside from the odd readings Sage picked up, nothing's wrong here."

"He is right. There's no trace anyone was here." With nothing but miles of rocks and sand, it wasn't worth getting out and looking either. Tezz typed on his console, trying to track where the mystery driver may have went, but the trail fizzled out after several hundred feet. There were a few nearby towns some miles away and a near day had passed; they could be anywhere by now.

Vert took in the surrounding area and hummed. Radioing in to base, he said, "Agura? We could use your hunting skills out here."

"On my way," came the response.

"What are we gonna do?" Spinner wasn't one to question Vert's leadership, but he couldn't see the point in this.

"We're gonna trace their tracks as far as we can and hopefully get some answers." He hopped back into his car to wait. "If anyone can track this guy, it's Agura."

Ten minutes later the Tangler skidded to a stop beside them and Agura stepped out. "What have we got?"

"So far, nothing," said Sherman. "The residual energy they left behind stops about seven hundred feet West. After that, they might as well have vanished."

"There's no tire tracks left either," Spinner added.

She scoffed. "I don't need something as easy as tire tracks. If there was a car passing through here, I can find it, even if it sprouted wings and flew."

"And that's why I called you. Lead the way."

They drove to where the energy trail died and let Agura do her thing. She inspected the ground and took a quick reading on the wind. "They went further West," she said. She brought her binoculars up. "Actually, I'd say about half a mile down, they turned Southwest. It's out of the way of Handler's Corners, but there is another town out that way. That's gotta be where they're staying."

"I don't know how you do it," Vert said. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of watching her work. She never ceased to amaze him. "Alright, team, let's go do a little reconnaissance."

"You want to go to the town? Isn't that taking a risk? I thought you said they might be involved." Scientific interests aside, even he knew not to risk exposing the BF5. Even if he was dying to know what was causing these anomalies.

"We're not gonna go into the town. Let's just see if we can pick up any readings. If we don't find anything by the time we reach the outskirts, we'll turn back." They drove off full-throttle, Vert in the lead.

Sometime into their journey, Sage called in to check on them. "Have you found anything, Vert?"

"We know the anomalies are being caused by a person. We're trying to see if we pick up anymore readings from a nearby town. We think that's where they're at. I'll let you know if we find anything else."

"Understood," she said before disappearing.

"I don't have anything so far, Vert," Sherman said in preparation of the sure-to-come status report. "Actually, my scans haven't picked up anything since we left that last one."

"I do not have anything unusual either," Tezz supplied. "We're getting close to that town as well. Perhaps we should turn back?"

Agura hummed in agreement. "Yeah, Vert. Knowing this guy's out here doesn't really help us that much. It isn't like we can follow him into town. If there's nothing else out here we really should head back. What if a Storm Shock opens?"

"You're right. We'll have to try something else. BF5, head back to base." They spun around and raced back to Handler's Corner's.

Sage met them as soon as they arrived. "I have found a pattern in these anomalies," she said, drifting over to the gathered Battle Force. "It seems they occur most commonly at night. Whoever is causing this is being very careful not to be observed."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to catch them in the act," said Vert. "We'll have to set up a stakeout. We're gonna find out what's going on here no matter what."

Chapter 2: here

[bates--boy]

He needed to run through the list again.

Write new chapter

Consult artist about book cover

Update headshot for audition

Arabic lesson plans 1.2-1.6

Everything seemed to be in order, yet Peter was sure that something had to be missing. The week usually looked busier than this, even when there were no tours planned. The missing item prickled in the back of his head, an annoying itch trying to push forward. He scratched the back of his head as if he could physically fix it. He rolled his neck and highlighted the list to delete. Time to make my list and check it twice, he joked as he rolled his neck. He started off with the task with the closest deadline, writing that next chapter to give to the publishers to get them off his ass, then one that was simpler, the headshot for a potential movie role. Then, the Arabic lesson plans, and then...

Oh! Peter hurriedly typed, trying to capture the next two tasks onscreen before they escaped him once more. Go over Korean pop song lyrics with Tommy and sort through stage play and presentation proposals. There! Now he didn't have to worry about forgetting anything!

Except... Peter couldn't help but feel that he was missing something...

"Ah, fuck," Peter sighed. It had something to do with his book, hadn't it? Peter stared at the screen, trying to drag whatever the hell he's missed this time to the forefront, and squeezed his eyes as the phone screen began to blur.

"Peter O.!"

Peter looked up to find the barista holding out his order, a tray of his iced coffee and his breakfast of a fruit salad and egg sandwich. He rose from the cushioned ottoman and pushed his phone in his pocket. He stopped to blink again, and to stop the barista from splitting into three spinning mirror images of herself, and was surprised to find that the barista hadn't simply set his tray down on the counter for him to pick up, but waited with a smile. Until it wasn't a surprise, anymore, when Peter got close to the worker's pimply face and saw the cheekiness in her braces-filled mouth, and the admiration and glee twinkle in her hazel eyes.

"Thanks." Peter took the tray with one hand, picking up the cup that sat on it. He glanced at the label to be sure.

"Peter O.," was written on the sticker, and beneath that, set in parentheses with drawings of stars and vinyl records and a microphone with a cord looped around it drawn, was "@tty".

Peter raised his eyebrows and snickered, trying to not let his voice sound tired or let his shoulders droop. "Well, holy shit, that's really good!" he cheered. He winked, after catching a glimpse of the barista's nametag. "Truly, thank you, beloved!"

He turned, which made him miss the way the teen's grin grew wider and cheekier, and the bounce she made on her toes. He then tried to nip the encroaching sense of guilt in the bud before it could take hold and forced him to turn back to offer a selfie with her in return. It would have been the least he could do, but oh well. He could just take a picture and credit the art to her. He had her name, after all.

...Elena.

No, Elotsie.

...Megan?

He went to the table that he had scoped out when he first came in, relieved to find that it was empty and clean. He adjusted his grip on his tray. God, those seats looked all of a sudden so inviting. He couldn't wait to sit and--

"--ssitty!"

"Is he okay?"

"Attrossitty!"

A blinding white hot slap across his face made Peter snap his eyes open. He gasped as he came to a world swimming and full of blurred faces.

"He's awake!"

"The ambulance is on the way! Is he okay?"

Peter blinked until his gaze focused on one of the faces hovering over him, one that was pimply in all its baby-like glory. His eyes found her nametag. Audrey. Not even close. He wanted to chuckle, but when he opened his mouth, Peter let out a long yawn. "Mm, what happened?"

"You passed out, Atty," Audrey told him. "You just... dropped!"

Peter shifted and pushed himself up on his elbows. He looked around, finding another person, an older woman in scrubs, kneeling by his other side with her fingers pressed to his wrist. And the other cafe patrons crowding around him, one man with a cellphone pressed to his ear and feeding meaningless updates about Peter to the dispatcher.

"Are you okay, sir?" the woman, either a nurse or physician, Peter couldn't tell or be bothered to try to be politically correct, asked him. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Um..." Peter squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled deeply through his nose. "Peter Kirk --no. Oxensternja. And yeah. I just..." his stomach cut in with a tight and rude wambling. He looked around for his tray, spotting it immediately. His coffee, with the cup bursted from impact and the drink dripping off the table; the grapes and strawberry and peach slices of his fruit salad scattered all over the floor; his sandwich fallen apart and just everywhere on the table.

"And who is the prime minister?"

"Löfven... Wait, no-- Uh..."

The healthcare worker looked over her shoulder at the man with the phone. "ETA on that ambulance." She turned back to Peter. "Sir, when was the last time you ate and slept?"

Peter looked at the fruits still scattered on the floor. "Well, I was planning on eating this morning..."

"Sir, please."

"I... Uh..." Peter shrugged. "I don't know."

The healthcare worker pursed her lips and rechecked his pulse; there was something on her face that should have given Peter cause for concern, but a headache started to pound away in his skull, and there were three of her, and three of Audrey, and he was just not in the mood to talk.

"...One-thirty," the healthcare worker said to herself. She gently nudged Peter's shoulder. "Lie down until the ambulance arrives, please."

[johnmalevolent]

heyyyyy, gintama for the fandom asks?

iris did you know that i love you

The first character I first fell in love with: Gintoki. i've loved him even before i watched gintama (that blorbo in law situation) it was of course partly sharing a friend's enthusiasm but also his design. now that i know his whole character it just makes me fall even more... and these are why:

his dead fish eye. his lack of energy. his sweet tooth. the one arm sticking out of his yukata bcs he thinks it's cool (he insists its just so he could grab his wooden sword faster). the way he rarely refuses to help people even if he acts annoyed about it.

he's kind of like reigen in many ways (28 year old freelancer - albeit questionable job - and bad older brother figures for some middle schoolers)

he's a gag character but sometimes he also acts as a straight man. i think he believes himself to be the sanest person when compared to his childhood friends (which. honestly doesn't say much). also im weak for characters voiced by mr Sugita

oh yeah have i mentioned his design. of course his main outfit is really cool but i love the ones we sometimes see him in. like his winter clothes, the ryokan uniform, shiroyasha, white blood king, that one time he switched job to a truck driver, his host suit, enmi... so many. he also crossdressed several times and slayed the look. despite wanting to have him in my bed someday im actually not that crazy over shirtless gintoki (except for his pink strawberry boxer shorts). the rule is the more layers of fabric he puts on, the more in love i am

and of course his *checks notes* wonderful personality

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: tbh Takasugi.. he's Gintoki's childhood friend but after what happened 10 years ago their relationship seems mostly hateful on the outside, but they actually treasure the other very much as a friend. when he first appeared he was introduced as an antagonist, probably the main one for the whole series, and it was kinda meh because at that point i was watching gintama for the comedy. but after watching the flashback of their time together it hurts just thinking about them. I've rewatched this one scene of them from the Gintama final movie and i cried every single time. if you're okay w major spoilers the clip should be in my "#jiwa perak" tag under a read more

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: see this is hard cos im not really deep in the fandom buuuut if i have to choose its shinpachi... its not that i dont like him, I just care for him the least...... he's good when paired with other characters (with gintoki & kagura or with his sister) but when he's by himself he's not that interesting. and i get it he's supposed to not be interesting. it's a whole joke that shinpachi is the most boring character. idk sorry shinpachi i hope they give you some new trait in the ginpachi spin-off

The character I love that everyone else hates: sorry idk who is the hated character in the fandom 😭

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: Kintoki, maybe? he was a robot created per Shinpachi & Kagura's request because their current boss (Gintoki), who was nowhere to be found (probably drinking), is very irresponsible. so Kintoki is the polar opposite of Gintoki, created to be perfect in the ways gintoki couldn't. i used to really love him because of his charisma (took a bunch of screenshots & collected fanart of him) but after his arc ended i kinda forgot about him lmao. im chill about him now

The character I would totally smooch: gintoki. in case that wasn't clear

The character I’d want to be like: i want that katsura non-binary look and then my life would be complete. i dont want his brain tho

The character I’d slap: sakamoto. i love him but he's so annoying <3 i wld kill him irl

A pairing that I love: hijikata/gintoki!! i think they have a nice dynamic. unlike gintoki, hijikata is a very strict person. everytime they meet they always fight, but they understand each other and do well when fighting together. both of them insists they're not friends but when gintoki left town hijikata said "I'm gonna look for him." how do you expect me to not go insane.

ginsachi is also up there, and tbh if gintoki said he'd marry me after our first meeting I'd react like sacchan did. sacchan is a creep but i support girls wrong etc. it's a shame they dont really have many episodes together after that except when it's another harem episode :/

A pairing that I despise: GINTOKI/KYUUBEI. im glad there isnt actually many fancontent of them but my god do i despise it. i hate that kyuubei has sooo much potential as a non-binary character but became a part of gintoki's harem. like. i cannot see in kyuubei the same character that appeared in their debut arc. i know them starting to embrace their feminine side is an important trait but at this point it feels like they're turned into a girl just because. i know it sounds like im just talking about kyuubei im just really pissed lmao. it also doesnt make any sense to me how they would even have feelings for gintoki :(

[butch-bakugo]

Everyday i hear about something thats old and was crazy good and popular for its time and considered a corner stone for its genre and how essential it is for new fans to check out just for us new fans to get slapped with some off the cuff racist ass ableist ass transphobic ass shit that yall dont warn others about and conveniently "forgot".

Like... I liked hetalia so i cant say shit but some of yall(conveniently white/abled/cis/etc.) praise and praise shit like dragon ball, one piece and oran highschool host club and other shit but convinetly leave out the transmysognistic ass crossdressing scene or the minstrels or the fact they say slurs every few episodes.

Im not sorry, like seriously. How did you "forget" the native demonization/generalization in majoras mask? How did you "forget" the hero just called native or magne in mha? How did you "forget" they litterally call haruhis drag queen dad a tranny? How did you "forget" the glorification of the military in marvel movies? How did you "forget" that coco was the story of a real life family that still hasnt seen a cent from disney despite earning disney $807.8 million dollars in box office?

How do you forget this shit?? Cause heres the truth. 99% of you still like this shit media and you want others to like your shit media but hope they can over look the bigotry that you can then cry about "critical consumption" or some shit when they ask why you like racist media. Theres really no excuse at this point in the game to be a "disney adult" or to still like alot of old ass boring ass anime or super old games for "nostalgia reasons". Cause the truth is, if that bigotry dosent make you so uncomfortable to be around that you cant enjoy that media anymore, you didn't care about the bigotry to begin with. Which, unsurprisingly, makes you a fucking bigot.

Fuck dragon ball. Fuck oran high school host club. Fuck one piece. Fuck pirates of the caribbean. Fuck disney.

[theood]

OK d&d movie review- it was really fun !! it had a bunch of references for people who are huge d&d nerds, but it's pretty newbie-friendly. story-wise, it's a heist film, which is all i want to give away because the story is GENUINELY very fun. the names can be a little hard to remember, because this is a fantasy movie and if at least one person doesn't have a name you have to write down, it'd be a failure on the genre, but most of them are easy enough to get.

it doesn't go meta, and while i'd very much classify it as a comedy, it doesn't go overboard with slapping joke after joke onto you. in fact, the jokes don't feel forced at all!

setting-wise, it's in the forgotten realms, which is kind of the "main" d&d setting. that does mean that i was looking for barovia (where the campaign i'm in takes place) and didn't find it whenever a map came up :( however, setting it in that established world really helped it not fall into the trap of 'throw it in' settings that a lot of bad fantasy movies have. the world felt majestic and grand without trying to oversell the bit.

i'm fairly sure there were some practical effects, but there was a lot of CGI- which, in a twist, i really didn't mind! the costuming and makeup and sets were beautiful, and the CGI for the monsters and magic did a good, only mildly cheesy job of bringing the world to life.

also, there's a cute semi-himbo paladin in one part. i'm in love. i think i might f/o him.

speaking of paladin- only some characters have their class stated! (and one character is referred to by the wrong class lol). otherwise, it's up to the viewer to put things together and figure out the classes. the classes are only stated when they can double as descriptors, which is a good touch, because you don't typically walk up to someone and go "HI IM A WIZARD" overall, the movie was fun and i think you'd like it! it's a very good ride and manages to tell an epic, but grounded enough for you to care, story in its 2 hour and 14 minute run time.

pumpkin out

also also also also the monsters were all SO CUTE this might just be my inner "everything is a cat" but i just. i want to pet the mimic

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Ohh okay this is!!! A very good review actually. Maybe I judged the trailers too harshly. It sounds a lot like it's gonna get more people into dnd which is great 8). I always want that. Explore TTRPG games ^__^

It sounds very cool you're left to explore and figure out the classes. Fun for more experienced dnd enjoyers AND for new people

If a friend offers, maybe I'll check it out with them ^_^

[rrxnjun]

ohh nooo that sounds like a heartbreak for my minecraft obsessed self!! yeahhh i heard a lot of not so good news about the sidemen or more so about ksi but some of the clips i saw from them on tiktok were very funny!! yes i meant that podcast!!! i literally listened to so much podcasts in quarantine that i can't listen to any now tbh💀 and i might check out the memelous videos later when i have time cuz that sounds funny af

aespa is just so good so i'm glad u stan them!! but that is kind of life changing to hear they are the girl version of nct i'm just :o never would have thought of that :o

DONT WORRY LISTEN TO WHENEVER U WANT TO LIKE I SAID THE SONGS WILL WAIT FOR U and also it's just better to listen to when u are in the mood iguess so actually just take ur time💕💕

oh my totally same tbh!!! and like teen beach movie is still one of my fav movies and i feel like that says a lot about me xd every time it played on disney chanel i was just seated and also the songs still slap so much!!! tbh i was kind of a big r5 girlie but im happy that ross and his brother are doing the driver era cuz they just fit my music taste so much better now!!! ahhh i really liked the lyrics for wish me luck!!! THAT IS SUCH A CUTE NICKNAME WHATTHEHECKKK but that is actually ur song then like properly UR SONG :oo (that sounds like a fun dream and just such a better solution!!)

i was partially scared from that and also just getting ur music taste wrong and u absolutely hating them xd but i'm very glad u enjoyed them🥳🥹 as u should shit posting in ur own language is just so fun sometimes!! well the only thing that matters is that u like them tbh!! and i listened to them and my fav was definitely my by yael i even added it to my liked songs!!! i really liked that one!! and i also liked the other ones as well!! my second fav would probably be the valeriya one!!! and like the punk rock songs just felt so nostalgic even though i heard them for the first time ever i really liked them as well!!!!! I will be visiting Bratislava!! u know u might have heard of it before /j

i deff understand!! i think my brain just stopped working when i saw those pics!! THAT IS SUCH A FUNNY TITLE!! and i'm very excited about reading more simp stories😌(liebestraum anon💕)

and yes i'm sorry to anybody's dash these get on!! and for the person who said the convos are cute thank u that u don't mind!!💘💖💓

i honestly dont know whats going on w ksi recently but i used to like some of his music too so my music taste is honestly kind of questionable.... me and podcasts arent friends i just. i dont get the appeal😭😭😭 and let me know if u do!! his vids where they watch the ancient aliens are my comfort videos i always laugh so much at them

i listened to the songs on my way to uni yesterday!!!! i rrally really liked them and added them to my playlist hihi my fav was definitely you're here that's the thing 🤭

NO BECAUSE YOU GET IT!!! i wantrd to watch the chilling adventures of sabrina bc i wanted to consume as much ross content as i could but...i heard its bad and the first ep didnt really vibe w me so i didnt continue on w it 😭😭 i did watch my friend dahmer bc of him tho lmao. omg recommend some r5 songs i need to get into them more bc i still to this day have loud, smile, want you bad and pass me by in my playlist (pass me by changed me as a human being when i saw the mv as a 10 year old)

AAH i get u i get u!! but i definitely enjoyed the songs and ive been listening to them a lot lately! My by yael is such a good song especially when it plays in the club 😩😩 HAHA im glad u didnt hate them!! i definitely have a weird love/hate relationship w slovak songs because i tend to dislike the lyrics and also there arent many artists which genre would fit my vibe i think (or at least i dont know of any). the punk rock songs u said sound nostalgic 😭😭😭😭are actally kinda old😭😭😭so maybe thats why😭

omg bratislava wOAH /j 😭😭 hope u like the city!! i really like the historical centre, altho ive been there only like 3 times 😋

[iloveabunchofgames]

2/5/23 - Week In Review

#JakeReviewsItch Week In Review Archives

This week's reviews:

🧡🧡🤍🤍🤍 A Game of Changes 🧡🧡🧡🧡🤍 A Good Snowman Is Hard to Build 🧡🧡🧡🧡🤍 A Hole New World 🧡🧡🤍🤍🤍 A Kishoutenketsu in the countryside 🧡🧡🧡🤍🤍 A Light Long Gone 🧡🤍🤍🤍🤍 A Lullaby of Colors 🧡🤍🤍🤍🤍 A Magical Tale: Cavern Crawler

Game of the Week:

People think designing video games is hard. It's not hard. Just follow the recipe: A jumps; B shoots.

A Hole New World is a pastiche of several of the best NES games. It steals from Capcom and Konami's finest, and while it doesn't surpass or even match the classics, it carries over enough of their appeal to earn Game of the Week status.

If twitchy action isn't your speed, look instead to the laid back (but mentally demanding) puzzles of A Good Snowman Is Hard to Build. This week brought two very good games, and five... Well, there were two good games, and I'm calling that a success. Speaking of good games, check out January's Game of the Month awards if you missed it. If you still want more recommendations, Nintendo Switch owners are also advised to check out last week's post and scroll to the bottom for information on which games to scoop up before Qubic's massive $0.49 sale ends later this month.

DISNEY and WALDEN MEDIA Present C. S. Lewis' The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe: The Official Game of the Major Motion Picture of the Novel Push By Sapphire, Now Available For Your Nintendo Dual Screen Portable Entertainment System (2005)

We don't need to get into details right now, but your boy has chronic brain problems and body problems. Some of my symptoms have been flaring, and I'm also on a new prescription that causes severe drowsiness, which is relevant to this video game Tumblog because I just can't keep up with fast-moving, involved games right now.

I have no attachment to Narnia or its Chronicles. Never read a page of any of those books. I remember a couple elementary teachers turning on the old animated movie on days when they needed a break. I think I saw the live-action Disney movie once. If I did, everything about it slipped out of my head the second the credits started rolling. Christian allegories don't do much for me.

But here was a DS game with no cultural impact or legacy, sitting at the oft mention retro store dollar bin alongside My Sims and Gold's Gym: Cardio Fitness. What was I supposed to do? Not buy it? As if.

It is an action RPG. There are wolves and ogre. You kill them. They drop experience points and a couple forms of currency. Level up; buy new equipment. Side quests are the typical "Kill 10 X in Y location" and "Fetch an item" fare. Walking until an enemy is in sight and tapping the A Button until it falls is a suitable strategy in most situations. This is one unremarkable, grind-y genre game with a license I don't care about slapped on top. In other words, it is exactly what I need right now.

I've played a little almost every day since I started is a few weeks ago. It's my relaxing bedtime game, and a big part of that is that it's always there. I have a 3DS within arms length of my bed, but I've been playing Narnia on a DS Lite. I love my 3DS, but it comes with so many distractions. I'm always one tap of the Home Button away from a dozen downloaded games. That temptation isn't present on the DS Lite. The Narnia cartridge hasn't come out once. I haven't turned off the power. I close the system when I'm done. I open it later, and my game instantly awakens from sleep mode, exactly where I left it. I believe in progress. I'm not against convenience and choice—we are right to strive for more—but I do believe they come at a cost. If I'd downloaded this game on my Switch, I would have dropped it in minutes. I want a little friction. There's value in the old ways, when sticking with a game that didn't immediately hook you was the most convenient option. How many of the DOS games and NES game that I love today would I have bothered learning to play if they hadn't been the only games I had? If I were just selecting ROMs from a menu instead of standing up to shuffle diskettes and cartridges. The future will always be better than the past, as long as the past can still be accessed in the future. And you don't need to play this Narnia game. My point—and perhaps the dominant theme of I Love a Bunch of Games—is that you never know what might be the right game at the right time. Be sensible with your time and money. Know your budget. If you don't like a game, don't punish yourself; just stop playing it. As long as it's within reason, though, take a chance. Contrive an excuse to really try something; to pick a game, not because it appeals to you, or because it's critically acclaimed, or because it had a big marketing push, but simply because it's there. Start a game, and don't put it down until you understand it. They won't all be winners, but stick with it, and some of them will.

(Just don't go as deep as me. I am seriously eyeing the GameCube version of DISNEY and WALDEN MEDIA Present The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. My GameCube and Wii both have faulty disc drives. I don't have any way to play GameCube discs. But I want it. It was also released on PC, though it's been pulled from digital stores. Piracy seems victimless in this case, but that's not my scene. The sequel, Prince Caspian, is no longer available on Steam or J2ME-compatible cell phones, but it is on DS, and my Wii U could play the Wii release... Hmmm... There might be a bad choice in my future...)

Submerged: Hidden Depths

Continuing the theme of low-impact games that suit my enfeebled state, I played a fair chunk of Submerged: Hidden Depths this week. If you keep up with the free games available each week on the Epic Game Store, check your library. You might already own it.

Submerged: Hidden Depths is easy to describe. It's one of these...

...plus a simplified version of The King of Red Lions from The Legend the Zelda: The Wind Waker. It has a motor instead of a wind-dependent sail, but no question, the handling and the treasure hunting mimic Zelda.

You know how all those Tomb Raider-derived, jump-and-climb-along-conspicuous-jutting-ledges games always feel the need to break up the action with a bit of mass murder? I like shooting dinosaurs and doing flips off of sand zombies, but it always feels like the platforming and the combat are at odd with each other. You're zipping around, finding an acrobatic route across crumbling ruins, and then STOP! It's murder time. S:HD (which I would like to abbreviate to Submerged, but that's the name of the previous game in this series) has no combat. There are no enemies. There are no ragdoll physics at the character when you misjudge a jump and land on neck-breaking jagged rocks, because there is no jump button and no way to step off a suspended platform.

This is the genre stripped down to its barest fundamentals, and it is a fascinating experiment. The routes are always prescribed, anyway. Why do we need a jump button if a level designer has already decided precisely where the jumps should take place? Why not make the characters jump on their own when they approached the spot where jumping must happen?

The answer isn't surprising: Diminished risk, diminished reward. You don't even need to see a ledge to advance in S:HD. Just bump into it and watch your character do the rest. You can't fall, so aimlessly walking along seeming pits is just as valid a strategy as swiveling the camera around to look for hidden handholds.

There are large islands that must be completed and optional small islands housing additional collectables. My compulsion to get everything has been tested by how useless most of it is: A snippet of backstory. A minor increase in how long the boat's rechargeable speed boost can be used. Unlockable hairdos, outfits, and paint jobs for the boat are the best rewards, and the most demanding—each large island contains nine hidden objects. Get 'em all; unlock one thing. Complete the island when you only have eight, and you're sent back to the central island. Do you want to try to remember which island it was, sail back, and walk through it again while searching for a glint of gold? I don't.

The blockbuster jumpy/climby/kill-a-man games are in no danger of being replaced by the Sumberged series, and I don't even think I'll finish this game, but I appreciate it. It's less an action game and more a casual, hidden object game in an action setting. (A gorgeous action setting.) If you're interested in the thought experiment of what brutally violent games might look like without violence or danger, or you just need a way to keep your eyes and hands busy while listening to podcasts, set sail. Submerged: Hidden Depths might be too shallow to hold my interest (writing game reviews is so easy, you guys), but I'm glad I took a leap of faith and spent a few hours getting lost at sea. It's not just treading water! (So easy.)

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[reanimatedcourier]

How to Write Indigenous Characters Without Looking like a Jackass:

Update as of December 26th, 2020: I have added a couple new sections about naming and legal terms, as well as a bit of reading on the Cherokee Princess phenomenon.

Boozhoo (hello) Fallout fandom! I'm a card-carrying Anishinaabe delivering this rough guide about writing Indigenous characters because wow, do I see a lot of shit.

Let's get something out of the way first: Fallout's portrayal of Indigenous people is racist. From a vague definition of "tribal" to the claims of them being "savage" and "uncivilized" mirror real-world stereotypes used to dehumanize us. Fallout New Vegas' narrated intro has Ron Perlman saying Mr. House "rehabilitated" tribals to create New Vegas' Three Families. You know. Rehabilitate. As if we are animals. Top it off with an erasure of Indigenous people in the American Southwest and no real tribe names, and you've got some pretty shitty representation. The absence of Native American as a race option in the GECK isn't too great, given that two Native characters are marked "Caucasian" despite being brown. Butch Deloria is a pretty well-known example of this effect. (Addendum: Indigenous people can have any mix of dominant and recessive traits, as well as present different phenotypes. What bothers me is it doesn't accommodate us or mixed people, which is another post entirely.)

As a precautionary warning: this post and the sources linked will discuss racism and genocide. There will also be discussion of multiple kinds of abuse.

Now, your best approach will be to pick a nation or tribe and research them. However, what follows will be general references.

Terms that may come up in your research include Aboriginal/Native Canadian, American Indian/Native American, Inuit, Métis, and Mestizo. The latter two refer to cultural groups created after the discovery of the so-called New World. (Addendum made September 5th, 2020: Mestizo has negative connotations and originally meant "half breed" so stick with referring to your mixed Latine and Indigenous characters as mixed Indigenous or simply by the name of their people [Maya, Nahua].)

As a note, not every mixed person is Métis or Mestizo. If you are, say, Serbian and Anishinaabe, you would be mixed, but not Métis (the big M is important here, as it refers to a specific culture). Even the most liberal definition caps off at French and British ancestry alongside Indigenous (some say Scottish and English). Mestizo works the same, since it refers to descendants of Spanish conquistadors/settlers and Indigenous people.

Trouble figuring out whose land is where? No problem, check out this map.

Drawing

Don't draw us with red skin. It's offensive and stereotypical.

Tutorial for Native Skintones

Tutorial for Mixed Native Skintones

Why Many Natives Have Long Hair (this would technically fit better under another category, but give your Native men long hair!)

If You're Including Traditional Wear, Research! It's Out There

Languages

Remember, there are a variety of languages spoken by Indigenous people today. No two tribes will speak the same language, though there are some that are close and may have loan words from each other (Cree and Anishinaabemowin come to mind). Make sure your Diné (you may know them as Navajo) character doesn't start dropping Cree words.

Here's a Site With a Map and Voice Clips

Here's an Extensive List of Amerindian Languages

Keep in mind there are some sounds that have no direct English equivalents. But while we're at it, remember a lot of us speak English, French, Spanish, or Portuguese. The languages of the countries that colonized us.

Words in Amerindian languages tend to be longer than English ones and are in the format of prefix + verb + suffix to get concepts across. Gaawiin miskwaasinoon is a complete sentence in Anishinaabemowin, for example (it is not red).

Names

Surprisingly, we don't have names like Passing Dawn or Two-Bears-High-Fiving in real life. A lot of us have, for lack of better phrasing, white people names. We may have family traditions of passing a name down from generation to generation (I am the fourth person in my maternal line to have my middle name), but not everyone is going to do that. If you do opt for a name from a specific tribe, make sure you haven't chosen a last name from another tribe.

Baby name sites aren't reliable, because most of the names on there will be made up by people who aren't Indigenous. That site does list some notable exceptions and debunks misconceptions.

Here's a list of last names from the American census.

Indian Names

You may also hear "spirit names" because that's what they are for. You know the sort of mystical nature-related name getting slapped on an Indigenous character? Let's dive into that for a moment.

The concept of a spirit name seems to have gotten mistranslated at some point in time. It is the name Creator calls you throughout all your time both here and in the spirit world. These names are given (note the word usage) to you in a ceremony performed by an elder. This is not done lightly.

A lot of imitations of this end up sounding strange because they don't follow traditional guidelines. (I realize this has spread out of the original circle, but Fallout fans may recall other characters in Honest Hearts and mods that do this. They have really weird and racist results.)

If you're not Indigenous: don't try this. You will be wrong.

Legal Terms

Now, sometimes the legal term (or terms) for a tribe may not be what they refer to themselves as. A really great example of this would be the Oceti Sakowin and "Sioux". How did that happen, you might be wondering. Smoky Mountain News has an article about this word and others, including the history of these terms.

For the most accurate information, you are best off having your character refer to themselves by the name their nation uses outside of legislation. A band name would be pretty good for this (Oglala Lakota, for example). I personally refer to myself by my band.

Cowboys

And something the Fallout New Vegas fans might be interested in, cowboys! Here's a link to a post with several books about Black and Indigenous cowboys in the Wild West.

Representation: Stereotypes and Critical Thought

Now, you'll need to think critically about why you want to write your Indigenous character a certain way. Here is a comprehensive post about stereotypes versus nuance.

Familiarize yourself with tropes. The Magical Indian is a pretty prominent one, with lots of shaman-type characters in movies and television shows. This post touches on its sister tropes (The Magical Asian and The Magical Negro), but is primarily about the latter.

Say you want to write an Indigenous woman. Awesome! Characters I love to see. Just make sure you're aware of the stereotypes surrounding her and other Women of Color.

Word to the wise: do not make your Indigenous character an alcoholic. "What, so they can't even drink?" You might be asking. That is not what I'm saying. There is a pervasive stereotype about Drunk Indians, painting a reaction to trauma as an inherent genetic failing, as stated in this piece about Indigenous social worker Jessica Elm's research. The same goes for drugs. Ellen Deloria is an example of this stereotype.

Familiarize yourself with and avoid the Noble Savage trope. This was used to dehumanize us and paint us as "childlike" for the sake of a plot device. It unfortunately persists today.

Casinos are one of the few ways for tribes to make money so they can build homes and maintain roads. However, some are planning on diversifying into other business ventures.

There's a stereotype where we all live off government handouts. Buddy, some of these long-term boil water advisories have been in place for over twenty years. The funding allocated to us as a percentage is 0.39%: less than half a percent to fight the coronavirus. They don't give us money.

"But what about people claiming to be descended from a Cherokee princess?" Cherokee don't and never had anything resembling princesses. White southerners made that up prior to the Civil War. As the article mentions, they fancied themselves "defending their lands as the Indians did".

Also, don't make your Indigenous character a cannibal. Cannibalism is a serious taboo in a lot of our cultures, particularly northern ones.

Our lands are not cursed. We don't have a litany of curses to cast on white people in found footage films. Seriously. We have better things to be doing. Why on earth would our ancestors be haunting you when they could be with their families? Very egotistical assumption.

Indigenous Ties and Blood Quantum

Blood quantum is a colonial system that was initially designed to "breed out the Indian" in people. To dilute our bloodlines until we assimilated properly into white society. NPR has an article on it here.

However, this isn't how a vast majority of us define our identities. What makes us Indigenous is our connections (or reconnection) to our families, tribes, bands, clans, and communities.

Blood quantum has also historically been used to exclude Black Natives from tribal enrollment, given that it was first based on appearance. So, if you looked Black and not the image of "Indian" the white census taker had in his brain, you were excluded and so were your descendants.

Here are two tumblrs that talk about Black Indigenous issues and their perspectives. They also talk about Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people of Australia.

However, if you aren't Indigenous, don't bring up blood quantum. Don't. This is an issue you should not be speaking about.

Cherokee Princess Myth

"Princess" was not a real position in any tribe. The European idea of monarchy did not suddenly manifest somewhere else. The closest probable approximation may have been the daughter of a chief or other politically prominent person. But princess? No.

Here is an article talking about possible origins of this myth. Several things are of note here: women from other tribes may have bee shoved under this label and the idea of a "Cherokee Princess" had been brought up to explain the sudden appearance of a brown-skinned (read: half Black) family member.

For a somewhat more in depth discussion of why, specifically, this myth gets touted around so often, Timeline has this piece.

Religion

Our religions are closed. We are not going to tell you how we worship. Mostly because every little bit we choose to share gets appropriated. Smudging is the most recent example. If you aren't Indigenous, that's smoke cleansing. Smudging is done in a specific way with ceremonies and prayers.

Now, a lot of us were forcibly converted. Every residential school was run by Christians. So plenty of us are Catholic, Baptist, Anglican, Lutheran, etc. Catholicism in Latin America also has influence from the Indigenous religions in that region.

Having your Indigenous character pray or carry rosaries wouldn't be a bad thing, if that religion was important to them. Even if they are atheist, if they lived outside of a reserve or other Indigenous communities, they might have Christian influences due to its domination of the Western world.

Settler Colonialism and the White Savior Trope

Now we've come to our most painful section yet. Fallout unintentionally has an excellent agent of settler-colonialism, in particular the Western Christian European variety, in Caesar's Legion and Joshua Graham.

(Addendum: Honest Hearts is extremely offensive in its portrayal of Indigenous people, and egregiously shows a white man needing to "civilize" tribals and having to teach them basic skills. These skills include cooking, finding safe water, and defending themselves from other tribes.)

Before we dive in, here is a post explaining the concept of cultural Christianity, if you are unfamiliar with it.

We also need to familiarize ourselves with The White Man's Burden. While the poem was written regarding the American-Philippine war, it still captures the attitudes toward Indigenous folks all over the world at the time.

As this article in Teen Vogue points out, white people like to believe they need to save People of Color. You don't need to. People of Color can save themselves.

Now, cultural Christianity isn't alone on this side of the pond. Writer Teju Cole authored a piece on the White Savior Industrial Complex to describe mission trips undertaken by white missionaries to Africa to feed their egos.

Colonialism has always been about the acquisition of wealth. To share a quote from this paper about the ongoing genocide of Indigenous peoples: "Negatively, [settler colonialism] strives for the dissolution of native societies. Positively, it erects a new colonial society on the expropriated land base—as I put it, settler colonizers come to stay: invasion is a structure not an event. In its positive aspect, elimination is an organizing principal of settler-colonial society rather than a one-off (and superseded) occurrence. The positive outcomes of the logic of elimination can include officially encouraged miscegenation, the breaking-down of native title into alienable individual freeholds, native citizenship, child abduction, religious conversion, resocialization in total institutions such as missions or boarding schools, and a whole range of cognate biocultural assimilations. All these strategies, including frontier homicide, are characteristic of settler colonialism. Some of them are more controversial in genocide studies than others." (Positive, here, is referring to "benefits" for the colonizers. Indigenous people don't consider colonization beneficial.)

An example of a non-benefit, the Church Rock disaster had Diné children playing in radioactive water so the company involved could avoid bad publicity.

Moving on, don't sterilize your Indigenous people. Sterilization, particularly when it is done without consent, has long been used as a tool by the white system to prevent "undesirables" (read, People of Color and disabled people) from having children. Somehow, as of 2018, it wasn't officially considered a crime.

The goal of colonization was to eliminate us entirely. Millions died because of exposure to European diseases. Settlers used to and still do separate our children from us for reasons so small as having a dirty dish in the sink. You read that right, a single dirty dish in your kitchen sink was enough to get your children taken and adopted out to white families. This information was told to me by an Indigenous social work student whose name I will keep anonymous.

It wasn't until recently they made amendments to the Indian Act that wouldn't automatically render Indigenous women non-status if they married someone not Indigenous. It also took much too long for Indigenous families to take priority in child placement over white ones. Canada used to adopt Indigenous out to white American families. The source for that statement is further down, but adoption has been used as a tool to destroy cultures.

I am also begging you to cast aside whatever colonialist systems have told you about us. We are alive. People with a past, not people of the past, which was wonderfully said here by Frank Waln.

Topics to Avoid if You Aren't Indigenous

Child Separation. Just don't. We deserve to remain with our families and our communities. Let us stay together and be happy that way.

Assimilation schools. Do not bring up a tool for cultural genocide that has left lasting trauma in our communities.

W/ndigos. I don't care that they're in Fallout 76. They shouldn't be. Besides, you never get them right anyway.

Sk/nwalkers. Absolutely do not. Diné stories are not your playthings either.

I've already talked about drugs and alcohol. Do your research with compassion and empathy in mind. Indigenous people have a lot of pain and generational trauma. You will need to be extremely careful having your Indigenous characters use drugs and alcohol. If your character can be reduced to their (possible) substance abuse issues, you need to step back and rework it. As mentioned in Jessica Elm's research, remember that it isn't inherent to us.

For our final note: remember that we're complex, autonomous human beings. Don't use our deaths to further the stories of your white characters. Don't reduce us to some childlike thing that needs to be raised and civilized by white characters. We interact with society a little differently than you do, but we interact nonetheless.

Meegwetch (thank you) for reading! Remember to do your research and portray us well, but also back off when you are told by an Indigenous person.

This may be updated in the future, it depends on what information I come across or, if other Indigenous people are so inclined, what is added to this post.

[shoyosthighs]

1 Month Challenge

Hinata Shoyo X f!reader (SMUT 🔞)

Sum: A challenge came up by Hinata before he leave for a month of intensive volleyball training 🤭 (timeskip MSBY Hinata)

Warnings: +18 MDI, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral receiving (both ways), hard edging, dirty talk, daddy shoyo, 69, hard orgasm deny, creampie, basically really filthy smut

Word count: 2504 words

Author’s Note: Its been 8 years since I last written smut HAHA please spare me 😭 Im loving timeskip buff hinata currently and this plot is something similar I saw on p*rn so I decided to write it 🤭

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“Sho! Have you packed all your stuff?” You shouted from the kitchen from you and Hinata’s apartment. Preparing breakfast for him before he leaves for his intensive training in Brazil with the MSBY team in an hour.

“Yes baby” Hinata whispered in your ears from behind while snaking his arms to your waist and pressing you to his chest. “Can you pass me the soy-sauce, I made your favorite” you kiss him on the cheek while preparing his favorite Japanese rice with raw egg and soy-sauce.

“What did I do to deserve you baby” he wipe his fake tear smiling at you while passing you the soy-sauce.

“Baby girl, remember to take care of yourself okay? I will be back in a month. I know your college exams are coming soon but without me reminding you to eat you wouldn’t eat, so please remember to eat okay?” You nodded while pouting, didn’t really want him to leave.

“I will tell Yams to check up on you too” he side-eye you, knowing you will forget to take care of yourself once you indulge yourself into studying. “You’re so nagging haha” you pass him a cup of ice chocolate while ruffling his hair.

“Anyway baby, before I leave let’s come up with a challenge?” he asked while helping you wash the dishes and drying it. He pulled you to the couch and sat down while pulling you onto his lap, straddling him.

“What’s up your sleeve again?” You run your hands cupping his head from behind and play with his fluffy orange hair. “You see, I will be gone for a month and we won’t get to fuck” he said in a teasing voice. Knowing him, your high sex drive boyfriend for 2 years he will be having this dirty thoughts 24/7.

“And yeah what about it?” You rest your cheek on his chest and hug his waist instead. “Don’t touch yourself for a month, and when I come back I will breed you till morning” he smirk at you. “Hey not fair, what about you?” Knowing his horny ass he will probably run to the bathroom to finish himself off, “Both of us, it’s a challenge for both of us”

“I am up for it, but can you?” You tease him back. “You bet” he kiss you on the lips while carrying you into your shared bedroom, breeding you for the last time before he leaves for training.

It was already the 3rd week since Hinata has gone for his intensive training in Brazil, he had been sending you photos of himself shirtless almost everyday, but a prominent outline of his hard dick is seen on this jersey pants in every picture.

my ninja sho❤️: Im sooo horny baby🙁 i wanna ruin you so bad 😘

you: shoyo… HAHAHAHAA just how hard are you 🤣🤣🤣

my ninja sho❤️: Just you wait, 1 more week and you won’t be able to walk after im done with you 🙃

you: 🤭🤭🤭🤭

Truth to be told, you was so close to touching yourself and relieving yourself, but you really wanted to see how long can you hold onto it. You busied yourself with studying, playing the new game you downloaded, eating lunch and having tea time with Yamaguchi in the cafe that you, Hinata, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima like to hang out in your free time. Yachi and Kageyama joined sometime too but Yachi has moved to Osaka for college and Kageyama was busy with travelling because of his volleyball career.

“So how are you coping without Shoyo?” Yamaguchi stop scrolling his phone, looked at you while sipping his frappe. “What do you mean?” You acted blur, you know what Yamaguchi was implying. But you didn’t want to remember anything of Hinata that will get you riled up.

“Oh come on, you two are the second horniest couple I have know. Well Tsukki and (tsukki’s gf name) being the first” he laughed since all of you had been friends since high school years.

“Not saying anything~~~~ don’t ask anymore before I tell your girlfriend you wanna get it” you smiled not hiding the intention of killing. “Jeez ok ok im kidding” he laughed while seeing his girlfriend of 4 years outside the cafe. You and Yamaguchi then meet her outside and walked home for a movie night.

Hinata had just landed into Japan, after getting into the van with the team he texted you to let you know that he will be home in 2 hours. You were eating dinner when your phone pinged, you replied him with a ‘Okie hurry up 😭’ you had missed him, 1 month without hugs from him was quite depressing for you, the house seems quiet without him singing loudly while showering.

You had brought a white crotchless underwear to surprise him, you quickly showered, change into an oversized white t-shirt and slip on the lewd panties. You turned on the tv while watching the 7pm show that you had been chasing since last week.

Time passed by quickly but you were getting sleepy, so you grab your blanket and wrap yourself on the couch snoozing off for a bit, thinking to have a 10 minutes nap before Hinata comes home. But your snooze was interrupted by Hinata’s loud “MY LITTLE BABY!!! YOUR FAVORITE ABS IS HOME!!!”

You jolted awake and rush to jump onto on Hinata, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Luckily your shirt was long to cover your ass because Hinata’s quick reflex supported them before you could fall. “I miss you so much baby” you whispered lightly while peppering kisses around his neck.

“I miss you so much too” he put you down on the floor and wrap his arms around your waist and kisses your forehead, nose and lips. After the small reunion, Hinata was in the shower and you were on the bed thinking about the steamy night that was about to happen. Just before Hinata went to shower he whispered “Prepare to be ruin by my cock tonight my little slut” this little cheeky tangerine, you thought as you clenched your pussy getting excited.

Hinata’s hands were running up and down your body as soon as he came out of the bathroom naked, “What? Im gonna fuck you anyway, why bother wearing clothes hehe” he chuckled when you glance at him in disbelief. He was kissing you slipping his tongue in to taste you while pulling off your t-shirt, he knew you didn’t wore any bra so he when straight at sucking your nipple while toying the other, his other hand going straight down south, wanting to feel how wet you are outside your panties but was caught by surprise when he touched skin.

“Do you like my surprise?” you said softly to his ear. He glanced up at you, “You are driving me crazy holyshit” he pushed you down onto your shared bed, brought both your legs up and spread your thighs wide to look at his surprise. “You are so fucking wet, you’re literally drenched” he move down collected some of your arousal and show it to you, “Sho, stop it. It’s embarrassing” you cover your face with both hand. Who knew not touching yourself and not cumming for 1 month made you this wet just by kissing your boyfriend.

“If you don’t move your hands away now, you won’t be getting any dick tonight” he said sternly. You were quick to remove your hand and he chuckled at how desperate you are. “You better not hold back your moans if you want to get fucked tonight you little slut” he turned your hip sideways, slip your panties off and slapped your ass, you moaned feeling yourself clenched again. “Do you hear me?” Hinata slapped your ass again when you didn’t answer, “Yes daddy” you whimpered, feeling extremely horny by how Hinata is treating you. Its really been awhile.

Hinata placed you back on your back and spread your legs again, hands holding onto the back of your thighs and diving into your drenched pussy, “Oh fuck daddy it feels so good” you clench your fist onto the bedsheets, back arching. You had been eating pineapple for the past 3weeks in prepare for today, “Why do you taste sweeter than usual baby? Did you had pineapple or what?” He lifted his head up to look at you, man the sight of him wet chin, wet lips full of your juice. You just nodded and clenched your pussy feeling the lost of touch, Hinata look down and the sight of your cunt clenched while juices dripping down made him want to just take you right here right now, but he steadied himself and dive back down to your pussy slipping his tongue into your tight pussy, tasting everything you have to offer.

Not even a minute had pass but you were writhing under Hinata, “Im gonna cum daddy” you whimpered, arching your back and grinding your hips into Hinata’s face desperate for the first orgasm after a month. You almost screamed when Hinata lift his face off your wet aching pussy, “Tonight you are gonna cum on my cock and only my cock” you whimpered a small yes daddy, panicking a little. When Hinata is serious he won’t hesitate to deny you orgasm and you wouldn’t want that.

“Now come and suck daddy off before I fuck your brains out” he lay next to you and you didn’t hesitate to take his already hard cock around your hand slipping the head to your parted lips, Hinata glances sideways to see you still dripping from your pussy, he tapped your ass and you turn back to look at him, lips still on his cock. “Sit on my face” knowing he loves 69 you quickly lift one of your legs and drape it over his head. Shifting your drenched slick infront of his face you move your mouth down to take Hinata’s warm cock into your mouth, “Oh fuck, your mouth feel so good” at this point Hinata wants to see how long he and you could stand denying orgasms before snapping.

You were a hot mess above Hinata, he had denied your orgasm 5 times while you had denied him 3 because you took slower stroke to work him up. Your pussy is literally drenched and sticky, you really couldn’t take it anymore its starting to hurt and you really need to cum, “Daddy please fuck me I need your cock” you turned behind and look at him. “My favorite” he lift himself up and you got on all fours facing the headboard, back arched with your cheeks squish onto the pillow. “Please daddy i am so wet for you, I had been a good girl, I want your cock please”

Hinata thinking he too couldn’t hold it back anymore line up his cock up your pussy lips rubbing up and down to tease you for a bit, he chuckled when you whimpered another please daddy and slip in all the way. You were so tight despite how wet you was prior to the foreplay and its driving Hinata crazy by how warm and wet you felt. “Holyshit baby you are so tight and warm”

You couldn’t think straight, all you could think was if Hinata were to move a few times you will cum soon. He slowly slip out dragging his thick cock veins around your walls and then slamming it back, “Fuck daddy im gonna cum” he continue to slam his cock into your pussy and then pull out completely and look down at your pussy, you were literally sobbing by now you clenched onto nothing and grind your hips wanting Hinata to just fuck your brains out.

You subconsciously slip your finger between your legs to relieve some tension on your pussy but Hinata hold your fingers by your folds, using his hand he guide it and circle it on your hole, you whimpered at how drenched you were, “Look at you wet and horny for me, since you’re being such a good girl daddy won’t hold back anymore okay” He line his rock hard cock back on your pussy and slip in, “I want you to cum hard on my cock okay” he leaned down and you nodded, preparing for his brutal thrust. At his 5th thrust your pussy had clamp down his cock and had you squirting all over your leg, you didn’t had the chance to tell him you were coming, Hinata had to pull out and watch you squirt all over the bedsheet and thinking how fucking hot you were currently.

“Look at you, so desperate to cum that you squirted all over our bed. What a little slut” he was gripping your ass and had continued his fucking your brains out. Your pussy is clenching onto him for the 4th time cumming hard on his dick and he had emptied 3 load of cum into your womb by then, holding you down while shooting his load into you. He weren’t kidding when he say he wanted to breed you.

Your lower half was sore by midnight, Hinata was now lying down with you on top of him grinding and whimpering at how hard he still is, both of your cum making your lower body full of white stains. “Sho- I-I can’t-t im gonna cum again” you grind harder onto his cock while throwing your head back, “Me too baby” he thrust up and hold your hips making you fall to his chest taking in the loud skin slapping and wet squelching sound you both produced, “Shoyo omg please please please harder im so close” he feel your walls clenching hard on him again and you cum hard onto his cock again for the nth time tonight while he shoot his almost nonexistent cum into you again, he really unloaded everything with nothing left. Soft moans filled the room as you lift yourself off his finally limped dick and plopped yourself beside him catching your breath.

“Stay here while i prepare the bath for you okay” you gave him a tired smile and close your eyes for a bit still feeling your body hot from the activity. Hinata came back and gave you a kiss on your sweaty forehead and carried you bridal style to the bathtub filled with warm water with your favorite bath bomb scent.

(EXTRAS)

Hinata was at the MSBY locker room the next afternoon for their short meeting/training regarding an upcoming match. He was shirtless was trying to put on his training jersey when Atsumu gasped, “HOLYSHIT SHOYO WHAT HAPPEN TO YOUR BACK?” All he could do was smile sheepishly and said “My little cat scratch me”

You weren’t spare either, you had to call Yamaguchi telling him you were sick the next morning because of how sore you were and you were literally limping even going to the bathroom. And had to cover the hickeys around your neck before going to school.

(A/N:It’s literally almost 4am here and Im also drenched after writing this fic, I HOPE YOU ENJOY 😭😭😭 reblog and comments welcomed ❤️)

[bakumu-archive]

to capture a star

rich!Daichi x fem!reader

wc: 13k

summary: when daichi asks you to go with him to his family’s cabin during spring break, the last thing you expect is to be greeted by a giant mansion. Will the money and social life scare you away or will you be able to find love with daichi, despite being thrown into a world of fast cars and expensive clothing?

cw: rich people, SMUT (daddy, praise, biting, feral daichi, unprotected sex, creampie), pining, racing, one punch, blood (from the punch), alcohol, insecurity, mild jealousy, possessive daichi, side kiyoko x tanaka, probably ooc

a/n: this is for the rich boy collab hosted by @bakugohoex​! be sure to check out all the other submissions! you can find the link to the masterlist here

terushima is an asshole in this and i'm sorry, i love him but i needed a captain to be sleazy and he volunteered. he told me he couldn't resist hitting on a cutie like you, and who am i to stop him.

check out the mood boards i made here and shout out to my beautiful beta reader @winniethepoohloathesyou​ for working so hard on this with me!

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

When Daichi sat down next to you in your econ class last week and asked you to come to his family cabin during spring break, this is not what you imagined. 

You thought that you would be able to spend some time alone with him, enjoying nature together in a small house nestled in the forest, spending enough time together to finally put a label on whatever the spark was between the two of you.

But no.

You blink rapidly and take a good look at your new surroundings, trying to make sense of what your eyes see. Before you stands the largest house you have ever seen. But just calling it a house would be an extreme understatement. 

This place is a mansion. Three stories of white brick detailed with elaborate stone embellishments. The gray mansard roof’s steep slope meets at the top with a fenced stone parapet. An elaborate garden extends between you and the house and you swear you can see an Olympic-sized swimming pool nestled into the courtyard. And this isn't even the front of the house. You blink in disbelief when you spot a giant race track off to your left and what looks like a massive, ten-car garage. The scent of sea air assaults your senses and when your gaze flickers to your right, you can see the ocean and the mansion's very own harbor. 

And none of that even includes how you got here: on a private jet, landing on a personal runway where you currently stand. 

The beat-up duffle bag you use for your family’s camping trips that hangs from your shoulder suddenly feels very wrong in a way you can't explain.

You turn to face Daichi as he joins you on the tarmac. “Daichi, this is your family cabin?” you ask wide-eyed, your voice sounding so high-pitched that you barely recognize it. 

He rubs the back of his neck, one of his nervous habits. “Yeah, it's kind of embarrassing. I used to spend all of my summers here with my siblings but now the house barely gets used,” he says sheepishly.

Before you can ask any more questions, the loud rumbling of car engines interrupts your conversation and you see two sports cars taking two corners on the track before barreling down the straight of the runway towards you at top speed. 

“Ah, those two are here already, I see,” Daichi grins. He takes your duffle bag from you, throwing the strap over his shoulder and pulling you closer to him while wrapping his arm around your waist. 

The cars roar to a stop right behind the jet, creating the perfect image, an Instagram influencer’s wet dream. 

Daichi leans over to whisper in your ear as they both get out of the cars, “The one in the red Ferrari LaFerrari is Kuroo Tetsuro and the one in the white Lamborghini Aventador is Bokuto Kotaro.”

The two are pointing fingers at each other as they get out of their cars bickering and you can see the wealth dripping off them. The man with the spiky black hair, that Daichi told you was Kuroo, is pointing back in the direction they came from as he closes his car door, while Bokuto, with his spiky gray hair, pouts, throwing his hands up in mock innocence. Both of them grab a bag from the trunks of their cars, still arguing with each other before Kuroo places his arm around Bokuto in a show of faux peace before they start walking towards you and Daichi.

“They're both idiots,” he pauses to watch Bokuto swat at Kuroo’s arm, “but they are actually really good guys.”

The two of them are still heated, poking at each other's chests as they reach you and Daichi, only stopping when he coughs to grab their attention.

“Are you two done yet?” he questions with a raised eyebrow.

“Daichi, I was faster, wasn't I?” whined Bokuto, giving Daichi and you a small pout as Kuroo pats his shoulder, leaning slightly closer to you.

“This must be Y/N. She’s cuter than you said Dai,” Kuroo says with a laugh.

You miss the way that Daichi’s cheeks start to turn pink because you were so taken aback at his statement. Daichi told his friends about you? His apparently super rich friends?

Daichi’s grip around your waist tightens slightly before he responds, “Guys this is Y/N L/N. Please, don't annoy her too much.”

Both of their heads perk up at that.

“Oh yeah Daichi, we will be perfect saints,” Kuroo smirks.

Bokuto matches Kuroo’s playfully devious look, suddenly over his apparent loss on the track. “Oh yeah, nothing but angels.”

Before Daichi has time to wipe the smiles off their faces, you hear the sound of helicopter blades whirring above.

You look around until you see it fly directly overhead. The sound fills the air as the helicopter starts its descent onto the helipad next to the parked jet.

The helicopter blades whip up the grass and plants all around, and you have to place your hand on your head to prevent your own hair from being messed up by the whirlwind. 

You look over to Bokuto and Kuroo to see them fiercely trying to protect their hair spikes from the wind and failing. Daichi follows your gaze and when he sees them, he lets out a laugh in full force.

The helicopter makes a soft landing and the blades slow down when the engine turns off and two people step out. 

The most beautiful girl you have ever seen in your life hops out from the operator's seat, throwing her gorgeous black hair over her shoulder as she walks over to the man holding his hand out for her, hoisting their designer bags over his shoulder.

“Kiyoko, Tanaka, I'm so glad that you guys could make it,” Daichi smiles at the couple as they approach.

Daichi lets go of your waist so he can give the two of them a proper hug, before introducing you.

“This is Y/N.”

Kiyoko walks up to you and grabs your hands in hers and smiles at you, “Finally another girl. It's about time.”

Tanaka laughs, “What, babe? Are you getting tired of us?”

She lets go of your hands so she can give Tanaka a playful slap to the chest, “You know that's not what I meant, Ryu. It'll be nice to have someone to get ready for the gala with!”

You feel Daichi slightly flinch next to you at the mention of a gala.

Your brows furrow as you ask, “A what now? Daichi never mentioned anything about a gala.”

You turn to him, questioningly, and he moves his hand to the back of his neck for the second time in ten minutes. 

“It's nothing really, just this huge party my family has hosted for years. We really wouldn't even have to go if you don't want to…” the last few words trail off before he is interrupted by Kiyoko.

“What are you saying Daichi, you have to go! It's your family's gala.” Her brows are furrowed and she is looking at him suspiciously.

Daichi lets out an exasperated sigh, “Well that's a discussion for the future. Let’s go settle into our rooms.”

Daichi puts his arm around your shoulders as he leads the group up to the back porch, walking through the garden and around the giant swimming pool and fire pit area. 

“I assume you four are taking your normal rooms?” Daichi asks the group.

They all nod before splitting in different directions, obviously understanding the intricate layout of the house after what you assume is years of friendship. 

Daichi leads you through the first floor, pointing out various rooms and points of interest as you take in the vastness of your new surroundings. Most of the rooms have white or cream-colored walls with very intricate crown molding. Some have very distinct and uncomfortable furniture that looks like it has never been used, while others look like they are ready for a full day of lounging. He even takes you past the bowling alley and the in-home movie theater.

Eventually, he leads you to a huge staircase that circles around the main entryway to the house. The whole room looks like it's made out of marble and you take a twirling step to bask in the grandness of the space. 

Daichi calls out to you, pulling you back into reality. He has one foot on the first step and his hand is outstretched for you to take.

“You coming?” he smiles at you, wiggling his fingers, waiting for you to take his hand. 

When you do, you hold on to it like it's your lifeline, the only anchor you have in this unfamiliar territory. He leads you up two flights of stairs to the third floor and then down a large hallway filled with doors and golden crown molding.

He stops in front of a door before saying, “Well, this is you,” and moving your duffle bag back to your shoulder, letting his hand linger on your skin until he forces himself to pull away. 

“I’m right here across the hall if you need anything, alright?” he reassures you with a smile.

You nod at him, trying to process all of the new information you've just taken in, before putting your hand on the doorknob and turning away from him.

He calls out to you before you go inside, “Why don't you take an hour or so — take a shower, there's a bathroom attached to the suite — and then when you come down to the kitchen, we can get some snacks?”

You turn to face him again, narrowing your eyes at him with a pout, “Is this your way of telling me I smell?”

His laughter fills the hallway. “No, I just want you to relax. This is your vacation too, ya know?” His smile is contagious and you can't help but smile back at him, really hoping that a shower will help as he says.

“Okay Daichi, I'll try.”

With that you enter the bedroom, closing the door behind you before resting your head on the wood, letting out a very small sigh.

You try to relax like Daichi said by taking a warm shower, but everything was way too nice. The grand marble shower and the elegant tile tub just serve to remind you that you are in a world different than your own, giving you more anxiety than relaxation. 

You manage to get through your shower: fiddling with all of the button options to turn the water off, grabbing a plush towel to dry off, and then changing into some of the clothes that you packed.

You head back out to the bedroom in a huff and take another look around, half expecting the room to have transformed into a new one completely, but you are glad that it's just as you left it. 

The massive four-poster bed sits against one wall next to the room's giant floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the afternoon light, casting long shadows on the fireplace gracing the opposite wall and the plush sitting area in front of it.

You flop yourself on the bed, arms stretching out and you curse at how comfortable the mattress is. 

Who would have guessed the handsome boy you met in your econ class was this filthy rich.

You don't want your brain to fantasize but your thoughts drift there anyways as you sit up to sort through your clothes; it dreams of a future where this could be all yours. It's not like you weren't dreaming about a future with Daichi before, but now you’re imagining paying off your student loans, using some money to help your struggling friends and family, or maybe going even bigger than that, like starting a business or a charity to really help people. 

You have to stop yourself from going too far. You shouldn’t spiral with these thoughts because that's the big issue: you and Daichi, what are you really?

You were instantly infatuated with him when he smiled at you during your first economics lecture together just a few months ago. Sitting next to each other, passing a notebook back and forth drawing little doodles together when you should have been paying attention. The chemistry between the two of you only grew when you started studying together and he invited you out to party with some of his friends. 

The two of you have even shared a few make-out sessions together at said parties, but the next day when you expected things to be awkward or to at least have a discussion about what it meant, Daichi always acted like everything was normal, like the two of you hadn't had your tongues down each other throats the night before. 

And that's not to mention how he always seems to be holding your hand, or hooking his arm around you, giving you butterflies at every turn. He always seems to be more touchy when other guys are around, but you can say that you do the same. Hugging him back tighter when other girls look his way.

In the beginning, the small touches and longing glances you shared in class slowly turned to long hugs and holding hands. You thought that maybe Daichi was this way with all of his friends, but when he introduced you to his roommates, Asahi and Sugawara, you noticed that he isn’t that touchy with them. It seems to be something only reserved for you.

You think of all the shared touches that you've had just today and your heart flutters. It's like when the two of you touch, your heart is instantly filled with happiness that calms your soul. His touch just feels right and being with him feels as easy as breathing.

If soulmates do exist, you can imagine that this is what it feels like. 

You let out a deep sigh, shaking away your thoughts, before you decide to make your way down to the kitchen to meet up with the others.

You follow the voices through the maze of corridors and staircases to the kitchen, thank god they are a noisy bunch. 

Everyone is gathering around the huge kitchen island, with bowls of chips, candy, and other snacks scattered around, and there seem to be two different conversations going on.

Daichi has his back to you, and you walk up next to him, putting your head on his shoulder. He looks down, throwing his arm around you, pulling you into his space more before whispering, “How was your shower?”

You wrap your arms around his waist before shrugging your shoulders, choosing to instead focus on the conversation that Tanaka and Kuroo are having. Daichi grabs a few of the bowls of snacks and pulls them closer to you, taking a big handful of food for himself.

Kuroo lets out a loud annoyed groan before explaining, “Oikawa just texted me that he’s going to dock here for the night.”

You sense the mounting tension in the air and take a handful of snacks, ready to take in whatever drama that was about to unfold.

The mention of the name you are unfamiliar with seems to bring the other conversation to a close as everyone focuses their attention on Kuroo and his phone. 

Daichi lets out an exasperated sigh. “I could have sworn I told him to keep that thing away from here,” he says, rubbing his hand down his face in annoyance. 

“He's bringing that party boat here? During gala week?” Kiyoko adds, blowing hair out of her face with a huff. 

“Eh, I'm not going to complain, it's always full of hot babes,” Tanaka says right before a smack lands on his chest from Kiyoko. He pulls her into him, playfully kissing her cheeks, “No one is hotter than you babe, you know that.”

She rolls her eyes at his response but seems to accept his apology.

Not having any idea about who or what they are talking about you pipe up, “Who’s coming?”

Daichi lets out a big sigh before explaining, “Oikawa is this guy we grew up with, he’s a big flirt with an even bigger yacht. It's pretty much a giant party boat that he fills with supermodels.” You can practically feel the way Daichi’s eyes roll at the notion of a party boat stacked to the nines with supermodels.

Bokuto moves to Daichi’s other side, leaning over the island looking around him at you with a wide smile and adds, “Not to mention the alcohol and drugs.”

“Yes, yes, Bokuto, we all know why you enjoy Oikawa’s visits,” Daichi retorts, shaking his head and laughing.

“He just texted again,” Kuroo says with an annoyed groan. “Says he's going to be docking in three hours.”

“Well, what do you guys want to do until he gets here?” Daichi asks, taking a big handful of pretzels from a bowl close to him.

“We could go for a race around the track,” Kuroo says with a devilish smile.

Bokuto lets out an excited yell before pointing at Kuroo and exclaiming, “Hell yeah, lets go!”

Everyone heads outside into the evening sun. The warmth that the sun provided during the afternoon seems to be fading, giving the air a slight chill. 

Kuroo and Bokuto run with their hands in the air from the house to their cars before starting them and speeding off towards the track while Daichi leads you, Tanaka, and Kiyoko to the large ten-car garage that spans the side of the house.

He opens a side door leading everyone into the garage, pressing a big button on the wall causing all of the garage doors to begin opening, filling the space with light.

Your eyes widen when you look at the millions of dollars worth of vehicles equally spaced with precision in front of you. While you recognize some brands: Lamborghini, Ferrari, Bugatti, and Mercedes, there are more that you don't, and your eyes glaze over at the pure wealth displayed in the garage.

Tanaka's excited voice pulls you from your haze as he practically jumps up and down in place, “Can we take the Bugatti?” he shouts questioningly, making you jump.

“Sure thing,” Daichi replies as he takes the keys to the Bugatti Veyron SS off the hook and tosses them to Kiyoko.

You watch her unlock the car and climb into the driver's seat as Tanaka jumps into the passenger seat next to her. The engine roars to life and she carefully pulls it out of the garage before she peels off towards the track, leaving you and Daichi alone in the garage. 

“So, do you see a car you like?” he questions, his eyes following the car as it barrels around a corner.

The first real time alone with him since landing here and he decides to ignore the elephant in the room? You wouldn’t be surprised if there was actually an elephant around here somewhere.

You ignore his question and turn to face him, “Dai, what the fuck. What is this place? How are you so rich?” 

“I'm not rich, my parents are,” he quickly retorts, turning to face you.

“That's exactly what a rich person would say,” you roll your eyes at him.

“I know you must feel pretty deceived right now; it was so nice when I was just Daichi to you, not the heir to this big conglomerate worth millions of dollars,�� he walks close to you, moving to place his hands on your shoulders but stopping himself, and lets his hands fall to the side almost in defeat. 

“My dad is this huge businessman and he has all these women who throw themselves at him because of his money. He's never been in love, even when he was with my Mom, and I didn’t want that. I don't want that. I want to be in love. I want to marry someone I'm in love with and not because it is what has been decided for me.” 

Of course, he would have a real reason that you couldn't get mad at. And of course, it’s romantic as hell. At least he’s being open about it now.

You look up at him, and you realize that this is the same Daichi that he's always been. Those are the same eyes that you've been looking at for months, the same hands that have held you so many times, the same Daichi as always, just a different setting.

“You know I'm not like that Dai, you could have told me,” you reply, your voice softer than it was earlier.

He takes a step closer, his hands reaching out and rubbing away at the stress in your shoulders.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry that I kept this hidden from you. I should have told you.” He sighs, closing the remaining space between the two of you and moving his hands to cup your face. “I just want you to understand what getting into a full relationship with me would mean.”

The way Daichi is looking at you makes your heart melt. His eyes reach your face in desperation, half expecting you to push him away but you just lean into his hands, closing your eyes and savoring his touch before you match his vulnerable gaze.

“What would a full relationship mean then, Daichi?” you practically purr at him.

“It means all this,” he says before kissing you lightly. “All the fun stuff, the cars, the houses, the private jets,” he kisses you again. “But it also comes with a lot of not fun stuff too.”

You take a deep breath before responding, heart pounding from the intimacy of the moment. “And what would happen if I said that I still wanted a relationship with you? Even with the not-fun stuff.”

His breath hitches before he smiles. “I'd give you everything,” he whispers, eyes searching yours again, thumbs caressing your lips softly as he still cradles your face in his hands. “I'd buy you the moon if you wanted it.”

“Good thing I don't want the moon then.” You grab his shirt, closing the gap between the two of you before kissing him.

His hands fall to your hips before he starts to push you backwards towards the Ferrari behind you, until your ass hits the car, never disconnecting from the kiss.  

His lips feel warm on yours as you get swept away into the moment with him. Your lips moving in tandem before his tongue expertly sweeps out at your bottom lip. You let out a moan, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. 

His grip on your waist only gets harder when he starts to move his body against yours, rutting his hips against yours, letting out a small moan into your mouth.

If the two of you weren't so caught up in each other, you would have heard Kuroo pull up to the garage and step out of his car before just staring at the two of you locked in each other's embrace. He rests his cheek on his short car door before he reaches a hand inside his car to honk the horn. You and Daichi startle at the sound, pulling apart as Daichi sends Kuroo a death glare.

Kuroo lets out a loud laugh unaffected by Daichi’s glare. “Thanks for the show, but are we going to race or what?”

Daichi waves him off, looking back down at you, his eyes bouncing from your lips to your eyes, with a smirk, “Do you want to drive?”

You hear Kuroo drive away as you playfully smack Daichi’s chest before you exclaim, “God no!”

His eyes close as he chuckles at you, “Okay, fair. But which one do you want to take?”

You look around at the cars not really knowing too much about them, so you ask, “Which one is the fastest?”

He smirks at you and says, “That’s my girl,” before throwing an arm around your shoulder and grabbing the key for the white Koenigsegg Regera off the hook.

He walks you over to the passenger side of the car, opening the scissor door for you and watching you take a seat before pulling it closed and jogging to his side, getting in the car. 

The brown leather of the interior is a stark contrast to the white of the outside paint, and you find your body being cradled in the expensive bucket seat. Daichi leans over you, grabbing your seat belt and buckling it for you, bringing his face inches away from yours, teasing you before he buckles his own seat.

He pulls out of the garage slowly before putting the pedal to the floor and driving off towards the airstrip, racing around a few tight corners before he drives towards the runway where the other three cars are already lined up. 

Bokuto jumps off of his side fender when he sees you and Daichi approach and makes his way inside his car with an excited spring in his step. Kiyoko kisses Tanaka before making her way into her borrowed car and Kuroo, who was sitting cross-legged on the roof of his car watches the two of you pull up before jumping down and walking towards you.

Daichi meticulously lines up the front wheels with the other cars, before letting the engine idle, rolling down the window to talk to Kuroo.

When the rooster-haired man leans down to talk into the window, you don't miss his glance at you, before his eyes dart back to Daichi, and a small dusting of pink appears on his cheeks.

“We've decided we're doing a mile drag, first to cross the line wins, the loser has to make dinner and wash the dishes,” Kuroo announces.

Daichi looks over to you, intertwining your fingers and bringing them up to lips, kissing your knuckles, and a determined look crosses his face, his mouth turning up on the corner in a smirk. “Winner gets to pick what's for dinner, so you better decide what you want.”

His competitive side is something that you rarely see, usually only coming out when he's challenged, and the charged air around him has heat pooling between your legs. 

Daichi lets your hand go and starts going through the settings of the car, setting up the launch control, mumbling to himself as he remembers how to set it up, as Kuroo heads back to his car.

You hear the roar of the other engines as they come to life and look through Daichi’s window at the other drivers, all giving thumbs up, ready to start.

Before Daichi gives his thumbs-up, he turns to you, “Just keep your head back, alright?”

You give him a worried look, but comply, placing the back of your head on the headrest behind you. You're concerned about what to do with your hands so you decide to place them in your lap.

Daichi gives the thumbs up and rolls his window up, giving the engine a few revs before hovering his foot over the gas in wait.

You watch as a now shirtless Tanaka walks out in between the cars. You can barely hear him as he starts to count down from five, but when he gets to one, he starts waving his shirt in the air wildly and Daichi slams on the gas.

The world starts to blur as the car accelerates. The loud roar of the engine assaults your ears as your heart starts to beat faster from the sudden adrenaline rush. 

Time seems to slow as you go faster. You watch the speedometer increase: 60, 80,100, 120 and it’s still climbing.

The noise of the air rushes past as the car seamlessly cuts through and you feel your heart beating in your throat. 

You look over at Daichi to see a big smile on his face; he knows he’s winning and you take the time to look back as Kuroo is being passed by Kiyoko, and she's getting closer to Daichi.

You let out a laugh: the crazy speeds and all the adrenaline pumping through making your body seem like it's on fire.

You glance at the speedometer and watch it hit 240 mph before you and Daichi cross the finish line first and he slams on the brakes. You are very glad you listened to him about keeping your head back, or else you're sure you would have whiplash.

Daichi stops the car, putting it in park before turning to look at you, your eyes full of bewilderment as your body tries to process the fact that you're in one piece after such a rush. 

“Holy shit Dai! You won! We won! That was amazing!” you exclaim frantically to a smiling Daichi, laughing along with you as you stammer on about how fast it was. 

The other cars form a circle with the hoods facing each other, and you watch as everyone starts to get out.

Daichi nods his head towards the others, “Come on, let’s go gloat.”

Everyone sits or leans against the hood of their cars, and Daichi once again has you tucked under his arm. You laugh along with the group and their antics as they argue over the standings. The official decision was that Daichi won, which was unanimous, with Kiyoko taking second, followed by Kuroo and Bokuto. 

Bokuto said something about his launch control was being finicky before all of you hear whooping and yelling coming from a very out-of-breath Tanaka. He had apparently started running after the cars had left and was just now reaching the group.

Everyone is in high spirits as you talk for a bit and you seem to mesh seamlessly with them, throwing out a few quips that make Bokuto and Kuroo snort, teaming up with Kiyoko when the boys get too rowdy. It almost seems like you're not the new person in the group, that you’ve known them forever, and you are really happy that Daichi has surrounded himself with great people.

The rest of the evening was spent driving the cars and having long chats afterwards, about nothing and everything all at once. 

When it came time for dinner, since you and Dai were the winners, you got to decide what Bokuto was making for everyone. His attempt at your favorite dish left the kitchen filled with smoke and Daichi surprised everyone with pizza, even before talks of a back up plan for was discussed.

Then you heard the horn of a ship, followed by mixed reactions as the five of you clear up dinner and get ready to leave the mansion for the ‘sex ferry,’ as Bokuto called it.

Daichi gets closer to you and murmurs into your hair, “Watch out for pervs on the boat, stay close to me, yeah?” You nod, as you wrap your arm around his ready to leave.

That is, until Kiyoko stops Daichi before the two of you make it out the door, “I’m stealing her for a second, she can't go on a yacht dressed like that!”

You look yourself over in the mirror and you have to admit, Kiyoko did an excellent job dressing you up.

Your hair is perfectly styled and your face has just the right amount of makeup. Kiyoko crosses in front of the mirror applying the finishing touch: a shimmering lip gloss that is the perfect shade for you. The oversized, white knit sweater that she had you put on hangs loosely over your curves, tucked in perfectly into the brown skirt that she picked out for you. It's not a look that you would usually go for, but you have to give her credit, she did a good job, you look stunning.

On the way up to this ginormous closet, she had explained to you that Daichi’s sisters had this closet stocked with every size and designer label known to man, just in case any of their friends needed a last minute change of clothes. 

At first, you didn't believe her, but when you saw the enormous room with a rainbow of color-coordinated clothes hanging from floor to ceiling you changed your tune. You were even more shocked to find that all of the clothes still had their price tags on, wincing at the $1,000 price of one pair of pants.

Kiyoko gives you one last glance over before she starts to get herself ready, dressing in a black long-sleeved dress, the hem of the skirt falling just at her thighs and fishnet stockings, the exact opposite of the aesthetic she chose for you. 

She applies her red lipstick with a pop before turning to you, “Well, what do you think?’

She takes your hand and twirls you around so that you are facing the mirror before she rests her chin on your shoulder.

You laugh at her antics, before replying, “I think we look hot!”

The two of you make your way down to the boat, exiting the mansion through a side door and make your way down to the dock.

Now that you are up close to the boat, you can see the massive amount of people on board. The four decks are filled to the brim with people dancing, talking, and making out, all with various drinks in their hands, and you can see Aoba Johsai written in cursive on the side of the boat.

The two of you step onboard and you hear him before you see him, “Kiyoko, over here!”

Tanaka is calling out for her through the crowd of people, leaning along the railing of the boat, dressed in all black and holding two beers.

She makes her way through the crowd with you close behind. Tanaka wraps her in his arms, kissing her on the cheek.

“Looking good babe,” he growls into her ear as she takes one of the beers from his hand.

The two of them look like they are about to start making out with all of their flirty touches, and you would like to find Daichi as soon as possible so you clear your throat and ask, “Do you know where Daichi is?”

“He's usually in the second-floor pool room; it’s up the stairs, second door on the right,” Tanaka replies while gesturing toward the stairway back by where you just came from.

You nod and take your leave, making your way to the stairs, bumping into people on the crowded deck. After the first few steps, you look back at Kiyoko, wondering if she’s coming with you. Too late, you think as you watch Tanaka pull her hips closer to his, whisper into her ear, and start kissing down her neck.

You shake your head and continue on, happy that she's having fun, but wishing you still had her company by your side. 

At the top of the stairs, you only see one door that opens to an empty hallway. You decide to take your luck with it, even if this isn't the right place, it's a nice space to take a breather from all the people. 

You open the door and what you thought was a quiet hallway turns out to be an echo chamber for the bass echoing off the walls. Where is the music even coming from; you barely heard it outside?

Leaning against the wall, you take a few deep breaths, which are immediately interrupted by the smell of cigar smoke wafting towards you. Part of you wants to leave but the other part of you says stay, stay for him. 

This is so much to process, you can already feel a migraine coming on. The smell of cigar smoke and the thumping bass echoing off the walls of the ship isn't helping your stress levels. Where is Daichi? This would be so much easier if he would just appear by your side magically.

The door you just came through opens and shuts with a squeak, and you hope that your prayers have been answered, but when you turn to look at the person who just joined your space, it is very much not Daichi.

His blonde hair and very noticeable tongue ring are the farthest from Daichi as you can get, and you really wish that you weren't in this hallway alone with him right now.

He makes his way closer to you, getting in your personal space, leaning one arm against the wall next to your head to look you up and down, before licking his lips.

“Hey baby girl, are you lost?”  

You start to look for an exit as he moves closer to you. “No, I'm just looking for someone,” you reply.

His arms cage you in, not giving you any room to move away. “Aw, don't be like that, I can show you a good time too,” he insists. “The name's Yūji Terushima, you'll need to know it when you're screaming it out later.”

You try to move away from him but he won't let you pass, until you hear a door open. 

Daichi comes out of one of the side rooms and the instant he sees you trapped by this man, his eyes turn red with anger.

He rushes over to the two of you, yelling out, “Hey! Get off of her!”

Terushima isn't quick enough to respond, turning to face Daichi, but Daichi is already at his side sending his fist flying towards the blond's nose with a mean right hook. 

Your body sags with relief as Daichi pulls you into his arms and Terushima is on the floor withering in pain, gasping at his probably broken nose.

Daichi is frantically looking over you, checking your arms and face for any sort of harm, “Did he touch you? Are you okay?” he questions you rapidly.

You bury your face in his chest and nod, “Yeah, I'm ok.”

He puts his arms around you before pulling you away towards the door he just came from.  “We're down here,” he says, glaring at Terushima covered in his blood on the floor, leading you away from him.

The room that Daichi was in is stuffed full of people. People line the walls, getting very personal with each other, while others sit on the couches in the center of the room with people pulled onto their laps or under their arms. There are two pool tables on either side of the couches and you spot Kuroo and Bokuto playing what looks like a game of strip pool with four girls, and, from the looks of it, they are losing badly. On the other end of the room is a large bar, with glass bottles lining shelves behind it and a few empty bar stools.

Daichi chooses to ignore his almost naked friends and heads towards the bar, pulling out a stool for you before taking the seat next to you.

The bartender has very fluffy brown hair with matching brown eyes and once he's done serving up drinks to the couple down the bar, he makes his way over to you.

He starts to gather a glass for Daichi without even asking him what he wanted and then looks at you expectantly, “Well cutie, what can I get for you?”

Daichi levels his gaze at the man, and you can feel the deep grumble vibrate from his chest before he turns to you, “This,” he gestures to the bartender, “is Oikawa.”

Oikawa gives you a wink before scurrying out of Daichi’s reach as he playfully tries to grab him, causing Daichi to let out a huff. 

With the weird environment you're in, you think it's best to forgo alcohol, at least for now, so you ask Oikawa for water.

He hands you a glass with lots of ice in it and you watch the way the two of them interact. Their friendship looks to be built on a bed of mutual annoyance, but you can see how they care about each other hidden in the undertones of their speech. 

The night goes on and you spend a lot of it with Oikawa and Daichi at the bar. Oikawa asks you lots of personal questions, some of which you choose to ignore, and some of them you indulge him a little. If Daichi trusts him, it's okay for you too, right?

Just as your ass is starting to hurt from the barstool, a younger man comes up to Daichi, his orange hair bouncing in the wind as he practically vibrates in place. You catch his name, Hinata, and some of what he's trying to explain. There seems to be trouble between him and another guy, and he came to Daichi to be the mediator. 

You can't blame him; in fact, if you were having any sort of trouble, Daichi's the first person that you would seek out. Daichi is so strong and dependable, he makes the rest of the world feel safe and easy. It's not that he makes problems go away but he seems to take in the situation for what it is and find a solution that seems so blatantly obvious you can't believe that no one else thought of it first.

Daichi is that and so much more. His playfulness and competitiveness are something that you saw today when he was driving that car. Not to mention how hot he looked behind the wheel, his arms muscles were on full display and you barely even got the chance to stare at them. You think about going back in time just so that you could watch them flex as he gripped the steering wheel.

You shake your head, trying to pull your brain away from the horny thoughts, but all that manages to do is send you back to the memories of your hot makeout session in the garage earlier. How his hands were all over your body, his lips pressed to yours...

Daichi’s laugh pulls you from your daydream and you realize that he, Hinata and Oikawa are all staring at you. His hand is waving in front of your face, “Earth to Y/N.”

Your shocked expression tells you everything he needs to know so he repeats himself, putting his hand on your knee, “You good here for a minute? I gotta help Hinata with something.” You nod at him and the two walk off together.

Oikawa talks to you in between serving people drinks and you manage to have a decent conversation about your university studies. Turns out, he is studying a major very similar to yours.

Oikawa pulls his phone out and answers it, before putting it down on his shoulder, turning to you, “I have to take this, I’ll have one of my boys take you to Daichi.”

He turns to one of the nearby couches close to the bar before barking out, “Mattsun, take her out to where Daichi is. I have some shit to deal with.”

The man he called out to kisses the blonde sitting on his lap before moving her off of him so that he can help you find Daichi. His tall body leads you out onto the deck of the boat through hordes of drunk people dancing and making out until you spot an orange mess of hair and Daichi standing next to him.

As you get closer you notice a small, but rather important detail that you couldn't see when you were farther away, Daichi is surrounded by tall, skinny, gorgeous-looking supermodels, and all of them seem to have their hands on him.

Daichi seems not to notice the touches, he's too focused on a boy with black hair laying upside down on a lounge chair, his hair softly caressing the wooden deck with every small gust of wind. 

You notice another woman start to touch his hair before Daichi swats her away like she’s a fly before he's kneeling to look at the chair guy again. 

Mattsun leads you closer to Daichi, announcing your arrival before saying his goodbyes and heading back where he came from. You yell out thanks as he is leaving and he waves his hand in the air as he walks away.

Daichi stands from his kneeling position and moves to your side. He has to get closer to your ear to talk as you are now closer to wherever the loud music is coming from but you don't mind, wrapping your arms around his waist possessively, eyeing the other girls.

“Kageyama had too much to drink, he's absolutely wasted,” Daichi says loudly, making sure you can hear him over the bumping bass.

You wished you would have grabbed your water before you left the bar. Just when you're about to suggest someone go get him some water, Oikawa bursts out onto the deck from a side door, exclaiming, “That little shit!” before running off towards the upper decks. You see that he's being followed by Mattsun, the guy who just helped you, and two other men, one with spiky black hair and the other with short pink hair. They all look extremely pissed.

You hear the sound of helicopter blades before you feel a blast of wind, causing the water to start rippling around the boat. You look curiously up at Daichi before he's turning and barking orders to Hinata to get the drunk guy some water and crackers before he's grabbing your hand.

“There's only one man that could be, and we better go make sure Oikawa doesn't kill him.”

By the time you two make it to the upper deck where the helipad is, there already seems to be a standoff in place. A tall man with dark olive hair stands with a large briefcase tucked under the arm of his suit coat. He does not look like he's dressed for a party, but instead like he's about to go into a courtroom.

This new man's face is void of emotion as Oikawa is practically snarling at him, lip upturned like an angry dog.

Daichi runs between the two warring factions, putting up his hands to Oikawa before turning to the tall man.

But before Daichi can say anything Oikawa is yelling over his head, “Who said you could land here, get lost!”

The tall man completely ignores Oikawa, walking up to Daichi, “Ah, Sawamura, just the man I was hoping to see.”

Oikawa's face turns red with anger, if this was an anime you are sure that there would be steam coming out of his head.

Daichi looks at him quizzically, “All this just to see me? Should we go talk in private?”

Ushijima gives him a confirming grunt, nodding his head and Daichi leads him around Oikawa and his men, stopping to whisper something in Oikawa's ear, looking at you, before making his way over to you.

His hand cups your face and you nuzzle into them as he speaks, “I have to go talk to Ushijima. Oikawa said he'll watch out for you so stay here until I get back alright?”

You don't want to leave his side again, but this must be important if a guy is willing to land on what seems to be his mortal enemy's boat only to talk to Daichi. You give him a small pout before you nod, and he kisses you before turning and jogging after the mysterious Ushijima.

Oikawa throws his hands up into the air making his way over to a bar. Damn, he really has these things on every level, doesn't he?

This bar is smaller than the one in the pool room, and only has two stools, but there is a long couch next to it where his men sit down. He motions for you to take a seat at the bar as he starts pouring drinks for the other three, before offering to do the same for you. Taking him up on his offer this time he makes you both matching fruity drinks with cute umbrellas before he joins you, sitting at the barstool next to you.

Oikawa still seems to be on edge from his confrontation with Ushijima, or the lack of one, so the two of you sit in comfortable silence for a bit. You watch some of the party-goers stumble around on the lower decks, and you see women and men come up to talk to the three sitting on the couches. You pick up their names after a bit — Iwaizumi, Makki, and Mattsun, are what everyone calls them — and you eventually watch Mattsun get pulled away by the busty blonde you saw him with earlier.

Oikawa seems to pull himself out of his mental slump when he finishes his drink while you've only been sipping on yours, so you are nowhere near close to finishing it. He makes his way back over to the bar side and washes his cup before he starts making another concoction for himself.

He breaks his silence, “So, you and Daichi are pretty cute together.”

You hum at him in agreement, taking another small sip of your drink.

He continues, “He must be pretty serious about you if he's bringing you all the way out here. He's never brought a girl here before.”

Daichi and you haven't talked about your past relationships, but you aren't really surprised to hear that with what he told you earlier about wanting to be in love.

You don't want to pry, but you do want to know more. This side of Daichi’s life is still a mystery to you. 

“Not even one girl?” you ask him in all sincerity.

Oikawa smirks, glad that he caught your attention with that one. “Well, he did date a girl from our neck of the woods, if that's what you want to call us rich shits. She was hot and smart but they never really seemed to mesh.”

You give him a curious look so he continues, “She was all business, no heart. And you know Daichi, his heart is ten times too big. They just didn't work.”

You nod taking in your new information before you feel someone next to you, the man with the pink hair, Makki. 

He opens his mouth before he leans on the bar to stabilize himself, the alcohol apparently starting to kick in. His words are slurred together. “Are you two talking about Daichi? I heard some models say they would pay $10,000 to lick one of his thigh muscles!”

Oikawa pushes the drunken Makki off the bar and he stumbles back to the couch before slumping over into a woman's cleavage.

“Don't mind him,” Oikawa says, trying to bring back the lighter mood from earlier. “He doesn't know what he's talking about.”

Oh, but you do know what he’s talking about. You've been avoiding the thoughts since you landed, but now there's no holding back the dark thoughts you've been trying to suppress. 

How are you supposed to be good enough for him? For Daichi and his big heart? You've seen it so much tonight, the way he laughs and takes care of his friends, like it’s second nature, coming easier than breathing for him. He's so caring, compassionate, fun and you're just you. 

How are you supposed to compete for his attention when you are up against literal supermodels? 

You swipe at frustrated tears forming in the corner of your eyes before speaking to Oikawa, “Can you tell Daichi I’m gonna go back to the house, I'm tired. But it was nice to meet you.”

You were very much not tired. This was the most wide-awake you have felt in quite some time. Your mind races with all the things that are wrong about the situation you find yourself in. You would laugh at how being on a billionaire’s floating sex boat is what made you feel this insecure if you weren’t feeling so pathetic.

You find your way off the boat with ease, pushing past people grinding on each other to get back to the dock so you can make your way to the safety of your bedroom. 

As you get to the house’s side door you hear a familiar voice calling out your name.

Turning around, you see Daichi running up the path you just took, before he stops next to you, out of breath. 

“Did you sprint all the way up here?” you ask him.

“Yeah…” he pants out in between breaths. “I wanted ... to catch you.”

“I told Oikawa I was going to bed, it’s been a long day and —,” you try to explain but he interrupts you. 

“Are you actually tired?”

You are fidgeting with your hands, not wanting to lie to him, “Well, not exactly...”

“Come somewhere with me.” It flows out of his mouth like a demand but you can see the question in his eyes as they gleam in the darkness. You look at him quizzically before he continues, “Don't worry, no one else is gonna be there.”

Your lips turn in a small smile at his statement, “Just us?”

He takes your hands, placing them both between his own and brings them to his lips, giving your knuckles a light kiss. He keeps them there when he replies, “Yes, just us. I promise.”

You think for a minute, and then give him a hesitant yes. 

His face lights up, “Okay, let's get some supplies.”

He takes your hand, pulling you into the kitchen, grabbing the snacks you like, and a nice chilled glass of water along with two glasses before motioning to a cupboard, telling you to grab the best blankets. 

When you rub the blankets on your skin to test which ones are softer, Daichi smirks at you. 

“Cute,” he says before making his way over to you, “but make sure you grab one of the big sturdy ones too.”

He grabs a basket for all the stuff and wraps you in one of the soft blankets before heading to the elevator that was tucked away in the corner of the kitchen.

“An elevator, really?” you grin at him, your earlier frustration easing away the more time you spend with him and his smile.

“To be fair, it was installed before we bought the house, but my grandma does use it a lot.”

The two of you ride the elevator to the top floor where Daichi starts running a hand along the wall looking for something. When a secret door pops open, he laughs at your shocked expression before motioning you to follow him inside.  

A hidden staircase leads the two of you up to the roof and you take in the sight of the grounds. You can see the race track where you spent your evening, the large yacht floating below filled with people still bumping away to the music, and the stars... You swear that you've never seen the stars shine so bright before. You can see them weaving patterns in the night sky, their stories unknown to you but you enjoy their beauty nonetheless.

When you look over at Daichi, his eyes are soft as they trace your features, and you love the way his gaze makes you feel.

He leads you out to a small section of the roof near the middle of the house where he lays the thick blanket on the ground, setting out the snacks and taking off his shoes before sitting down on the blanket, patting the spot next to him as you take off your shoes and join him.

The two of you sit together, eating snacks, sharing stories for a while, staring up at the night sky together, before he turns to you with a playful glint in his eyes. 

“Let's play a game,” he proposes.

You look him over and nod, waiting for him to explain the game.

“It's easy, just ask me anything, whatever you need answered and I won't hold anything back.” He seems very confident, obviously wanting to make himself an open book after keeping this big secret from you. There are so many things you could ask, you don’t know where to start. 

You raise an eyebrow at him before asking, “What is the worst decision you've ever made?”

He rolls his head to look you in the eyes, before raising his eyebrows at you, “Going right for the hard-hitting questions then?”

“You said you'd answer Daichi, are you gonna take that back?” you say with a little smirk.

He thinks for a moment before replying. “Fine,” He says before rolling his eyes, “I let Bokuto give me a tattoo once when we were both drunk.”

He sees your quizzical eyes as you try to suppress your laughter, “It’s on my ass and it’s a smiley face. Stop laughing!”

You can't stop the laughter that comes from you as you imagine your big strong Daichi with a funky little tattoo on his ass cheek. You are wiping the tears out of your eyes as he takes his opportunity for revenge.

“Okay, my turn!” he exclaims, rubbing his hands together.

You have to stop laughing so hard so that you can retort, “Wait, wait, you never said that I would have to answer too!”

He smiles and shakes his head, laughing. “Yeah, I guess you're right. How about I get to ask you a question for every two questions you ask me? And you don't have to answer if you don't want to.”

You look at him questioningly and you are very curious as to what Daichi would want to know about you so badly he’s willing to put himself on the line first. “Sounds fun,” you smile. 

“Good, what's your second question?”

“What were you talking about with that guy, Ushijima?”

He looks uncomfortable as he tries to think about how to answer you. “Well, he mostly just saw Oikawa's boat and wanted to annoy him,” he chuckles before continuing. “But he also wanted to talk about a deal that our fathers are trying to make to secure our family ties. It's something that we both are very against.”

His answer leaves you with more questions, “What do you mean, ‘family ties’?”

He smoothly switches from his uncomfortable state and offers you a coy smile, “Do you want that to be your next question, sweetheart?”

Rolling your eyes at him you respond, “Ugh, no.”

“Okay, good because I really don't want to think about it. My turn then.” He thinks for a second before asking, “Do you think this,” he gestures into the air, “is too much for you? You know, the cars, boats, houses, money?”

You pause to gather your thoughts, staring up at the night sky again.

“I think that it's a lot to take in all at once,” you say slowly, calculating each word before it comes out of your mouth. “Especially the sex party boat,” you chuckle, “But I could get used to it.” You let the ‘for you’ hang in the air unspoken. 

He grabs your hand, looking up to the stars, “I’m glad. Okay, what's your next question?”

You don't want to ruin the mood and ask about the ‘family ties’ between his and Ushijima’s families, so instead, you choose a safer route. 

“What was it like growing up?”

He seems taken aback at first before a simple smile adorns his face, “My parents didn't love each other, not really. They had me, and then my brothers and sisters, but when times got hard they didn't support each other. They divorced pretty early in my life, I was still a kid when it happened.”

He pauses when you squeeze his hand in reassurance, but he's still smiling as he continues, “They split the companies between them, got us a nanny, and we bounced back and forth between houses every few months. I eventually just ended up as the caretaker for my siblings, making sure they didn't turn into spoiled brats.”

His laugh at the last part is so genuine it makes your heart flutter, but even so, his life has been far from perfect. “Wow, Daichi, I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“It wasn't that bad, I got to have a lot of fun.” He shakes off your concerned look before he gets to ask his question, “My turn again. What was it like for you growing up?”

You explain to him about your family dynamic, watching how his eyes seem to light up when you make jokes and then fall when you mention your hardships. He squeezes your hand like he never wants to let go when you finish telling him your stories, a playful smile returning to his lips before he tells you to ask your next set of questions. 

You think of what to ask next, and your face grows hot as your brain churns up a question that you have never talked about with Daichi before. 

Your tongue stumbles as the words flow from your mouth, “Have you had sex before?”

He tries to suppress his smile, “Yeah a few times, not with anyone really special though.”

Your lips part in surprise and you find yourself asking in a breathless tone, “What’s your number?”

Daichi leans closer to you, erasing the distance between your bodies as his hands move up the skin on your exposed thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake, “Is that your next question?”

You're breathless, the heat from his fingers distracting you from the fire brewing inside you,  “Yeah, it is.”

Daichi’s lips are so close to your own you can feel his breath on your soft skin, his voice dipping an octave when he asks, “Why, do you want to be one of them?”

You clear your mind enough to retort back at him. “Is that your next question?” you say, brushing your nose against his teasingly.

“Yes,” he answers before his breath hitches in his throat as you move your hands to his thighs.

“You first,” you giggle as his cheeks turn a bright shade of pink.

He answers as quickly as possible, his words almost too fast to hear but his tone is so low it sends shockwaves straight to your core. “It’s four, Laney in high school, this girl Kay at a party, Hime my ex and then Jackie in college a year ago. Your turn.”

Your mind clouds with his scent as you bring your hands up to his chest. Why is he so hot when talking about other people he's fucked, and why aren't you more jealous? 

“I- uh, yeah. I would love to be your number five,” you stammer out. 

He smirks at you, both of you are very obviously in need of each other's touch, more than you were getting and you can't deny how good it feels to have his undivided attention like this. Something about Daichi makes you forget your sense of self, and his touch instantly sends your heart racing.

“Do you have any more questions, sweetheart?”

You nod, biting your lip, “Are you going to kiss me, Dai?”

He nods before his eyes search yours. The stars tonight are reflected in his dark irises and you swear that you could get lost in him if you looked long enough. 

Daichi moves closer to you at an agonizingly slow pace, and you savor the electricity that is simmering in the distance. It's enough to have your heart skip a beat before he closes the gap.

His lips meet yours and it's slow at first. His touch and kiss are reminiscent of the way that stars seemingly burn for eons until they can't take any more heat and explode in a fury of passion.

You grab the collar of his shirt, bringing him impossibly closer to you, wanting to erase any remaining space between the two of you. You seemingly throw him off his balance as he almost falls on top of you. You can feel him smile into the kiss before he starts to reposition your body with his big, strong hands. 

Daichi sits back, before pulling your body into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist before continuing the kiss. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip and you moan at the contact, allowing him access, while you snake your hands into his hair, giving his roots a slight tug to get him to kiss you harder.

More. You need more.

His hands move up your body from your hips with a slow drag of his fingertips up to your neck, cradling your head in his hands, angling your head to kiss you deeper. 

Your body burns at the contact with him, your soul reaching out for his through your kiss. Hearts melting and colliding into one supernova as your lips push and pull against each other. This heat that ignites within you that only he can seem to control, grows and grows until you feel like you're going to go insane if you don't touch him more soon. 

Grinding your hips down on him, you can feel how much he is enjoying this, and you can't help but smile when he lets out a small whine into your mouth. Kissing him harder you start to move your hips against his as he ruts up into you at the same time. The delicious friction you've been craving but it's not enough, you need more.

His mind must have melded with yours because he stops kissing you, pulling away with your bottom lip caught between his teeth until you let out a small gasp. 

“Pretty girl, tell me you want this,” he asks breathlessly.

You feel your cunt clench at his praise, needing more from him, needing everything. 

“Dai, I want all of you.”

His breath hitches in his throat, and his eyes take in the sight of you on top of him with the endless backdrop of stars above you. 

The look he's giving you melts any remaining pieces of your heart into a giant puddle, his eyes are soft and a small smile is on his lips as he whispers, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

You rest your forehead on his, looking him in the eyes and reply, “me too.”

He smiles at you bigger and you can't imagine feeling any happier than you are right now, his eyes crinkle in happiness before he buries his face into your chest, wrapping around you and hugging you with a huge amount of strength. 

You let him hold you like that for a few seconds before the need growing in your stomach becomes unbearable.

You move your hands to cradle his head, pulling him from your chest so that you can look at him. His eyes are half-lidded looking up at you in awe, like he can’t believe that you're here with him on his lap.

“Daichi,” you practically purr, “please, fuck me.”

His eyes flutter at your words, and he bites his lip. He looks like he's fighting some sort of internal battle.

Before you can register his movement, the world is tilting on its axis, and your back is now on the soft blanket. His strong arms caging you under him and your legs are around his waist as he leans over you.

You can see why he was staring up at you earlier, he looks heavenly with the night sky as his backdrop. The soft glow from the house illuminating his features and he looks beautiful and so fucking sexy. 

His eyes land on your lips and you watch as one corner of his mouth tilts up in satisfaction at your reaction to him. 

“Aw, my girl thinks I'm sexy,” he says, nuzzling his nose against yours as he taunts you.

You can't believe you said that out loud, but it's true so you nod, worried what else will come out of your mouth if you choose to open it. 

He leans down so that he is right next to your ear and he growls, “I think she’s fucking sexy too.” 

He gives your earlobe a small nip before he starts kissing your neck. You turn your head, giving him more room, and he takes full advantage of it, tracing his tongue along your pulse before moving his lips against your skin. His lips search your neck until he finds that spot that makes you gasp, and then he focuses all his attention there, biting it lightly before his tongue swipes away the sting. 

You moan for him, moving your hand to his hair, gathering some between your fingers before he sucks hard. Your hips jut up, grinding on him in pleasure, and both of you moan into each other as your clothed cunt brushes against his hard cock.

“I’ve been so fucking hard for you since our kiss earlier.” His mouth kisses down to your shoulder which is still covered by your sweater. “Do you want my mouth or my fingers?”

His hands make their way under your sweater and over the skin of your stomach, before teasing your nipples through your bra and you let out a gasp when he gives one of them a squeeze, a warning for you not answering him.

“I asked you a question, answer me,” he says in a stern voice that sends shivers down your spine and makes your eyes flutter.

Your mind tries to calculate a response, as the assault on your nipples increases, sending shocks of pleasure right to your core.

Unable to focus on anything but how his fingers feel on your skin as he trails a hand down your body, “your fingers, please” you moan out for him.

He leans back and pushes your skirt up around your hips before he starts to tease his fingers along the cloth covering your core. 

His gaze on you makes you want to cover yourself up, but when you move to close your legs, his hand grabs your knee and pushes you back open for him.

He uses both of his hands to pull your underwear down, staring at the string of slick that connects them and your soaked folds. He tosses them somewhere over his shoulder, before taking in the sight before him. The cold night air meets your warm cunt and sends shivers up your spine, but the cold is quickly replaced with the heat of Daichi’s warm hands on your thighs.

“God, you're beautiful,” he groans, as he watches your cunt flutter around nothing at the depth of his voice. Fingers moving back to your slit, teasing your folds before he moves his fingers up to circle your clit.

You let out a gasp when he finally touches you where you've been needing him. Your hips jut up in search of more contact. 

He teases his fingers through your folds before sliding one into you. You can feel how wet you are and it makes your face heat up but he feels so good inside you, you don't care.

He thrusts his finger into you a few times before adding a second, watching your face morph into pleasured bliss before focusing his attention on the way your walls are trying to suck him inside.

Your hands move to your chest, kneading the flesh there as he increases his pace, finger-fucking you until he finds the spot that makes you scream.

The pleasure in your body continues to build as he focuses all his attention on that one spot. Your nerves are all on fire and you can feel the building pressure, just waiting to be released. Daichi is making you feel so alive, his fingers working magic on your body, weaving their way into your soul and imprinting his mark there where it can never leave.

All of the muscles in your body tense and you hear Daichi say, “cum for me,” before the coil inside you snaps and your body convulses in pleasure, singing out his name in praise as he sends you to the stars. His voice and fingers still work you over, sending more pleasure into your system before you feel yourself gush around his fingers, your body almost folding in on itself as you grab at his wrist to hold him still inside of you. 

Your breath comes out in short bursts as you relax onto the blanket with him still kneeling between your legs. When you look up at him, he has the cockiest smile on his face, obviously proud of himself.

You weakly smile and nod at him, hoping that he understands that he just sent you into orbit before you stretch out your hands for him. 

He reaches out, and you pull him down on top of you. You kiss him roughly and he eagerly ruts his hips into you, moaning into your mouth when he can feel your wetness seeping through his pants.

You reach down between your bodies, unbuckling his belt and undoing the button on his pants. You try to get to his cock, but with the angle you're at and his boxers getting in the way, you can't seem to reach, and you let out a small whine. 

Daichi seems to understand, and he pushes his pants and boxers down past his thighs, giving you the perfect view of his cock. 

It makes your mouth water and you want to taste him so bad. Your hands move to stroke him, gathering the precum that leaks onto your fingers before you pop them into your mouth, lapping up the flavor eagerly.

You moan at the taste, sucking on your fingers, wishing they were his cock. You vow to yourself to take him down your throat and have him at your mercy before the end of this trip.

Daichi’s hand pumps his shaft a few times before he runs the tip through your folds, gathering your slick, before circling your clit with the head of his cock. 

You moan at how thick and heavy he feels against your soft folds. “Please Dai. I need you so bad, please, fuck me.”

He lets out a groan. “When you ask so nicely, how can I say no?”

He lets go of his cock, and moves his hands up to hold yours, interlocking your fingers together before his lips connect to yours in a hungry kiss. He holds eye contact with you as he slowly moves his hips into position as the head of his cock slowly presses into you.

You watch him bite his lip as he fights the urge to buck into you, his half-lidded eyes concentrating on your face, watching your mouth form into a beautiful ‘o’ and your eyes flutter as he pushes more of himself inside you. 

When his hips are flush against yours, he stills, wanting to give you time to get used to his girth. He can't help but savor the way your walls are squeezing him and sucking him into you. You give him a slow nod before he starts moving again, slowly pulling out of you and before pushing back in with more power.

You can't help but dig your nails into the back of his hands, forming crescent-shaped indents. The way his cock hits all of the spots inside of you perfectly has you questioning if this is a dream, but the way he sounds and looks as he moves above you is something so hot that your brain could never imagine it this perfectly.

His lips scatter kisses along your jaw until he's at your neck again, savoring the feel of your still tender flesh against his tongue. He’s taking his time focusing on leaving his mark at the top of your collarbone, sucking and nipping at your skin.

His head falls to your shoulder and his breath turns uneven as he pants out, “if you keep squeezing me like that I'm not gonna last,” in between thrusts.

You aren't going to last either, the coil in your stomach is already dangerously close to snapping again.

“Da-Daddy,” you moan, completely lost in your pleasure.

He pauses above you with his cock still fully sheathed in your dripping cunt, his head snapping up off your shoulder to look into your eyes, his brow furrowing. “What did you just call me?”

It takes a second for your mind to process what you just said. His hips being completely still as his cock continues to stretch you is not helping your brain processes. 

And then it hits you, why did you just say that, oh no. “I’m sorry it slipped out — I’m so —” you panic, stopping when you realize he is shaking his head with a gleam in his eyes you haven’t seen before.

Daichi angles his hips before thrusting into you at an even harder and rougher pace. “Say it again,” he commands, each word accentuated by a heavy thrust.

You bite your lip as the pleasure takes over you once again as he pounds into you. The sheer strength he has is evident in the power behind each thrust.

You can't help yourself when you start babbling out a mixture of his name and new nickname, the two words becoming interchangeable on your tongue and streaming together. 

Daichi releases your hands so that he can get a better grip on your hips, pounding into you without abandon. His eyes go dark as he loses himself in the feeling of your cunt, so soft and pliant and warm all around him. All his.

He can feel you tensing around him, squeezing his soul out of his body as his cock begs for release.

He speaks through his teeth as his whole body is clenching, hold out his orgasm for you, "Fucking cum on my cock baby girl. I need to feel it."

He lets out a primal growl as you feel the pressure inside you release as your pussy milks his cock. Your orgasm crashing through you, forcing you to grip onto his strong shoulders, leaving dark circles that will eventually turn into bruises into his perfect skin. 

You cry out for him, chanting his name as your vision clouds over, and you swear you can see the universe unfolding and refolding in on itself as your body is propelled through time and space.

Your mind is hazy as your muscles twitch. Daichi is still pounding into you, babbling about how much of a good girl you are and how much he's going to fill you up, claim you as his. 

Your body is still shaking with pleasure when you feel Daichi’s thrusts start to waver, your pulsating walls still pulling him even deeper until he lets out a moan of your name above you. His eyes lock with yours as he spills his cum inside you, filling you up completely until it seeps out around his cock.

You both are panting as Daichi leans down to kiss you, his soft lips a stark contrast to the pounding your cunt just received. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his weight on top of you and keeping him sheathed inside you. 

The stars shine down on you in their infinite beauty and you wish you could stay in this moment forever with him, breathing in his scent, the two of your souls merged into one, with your breathing in sync. All you need is him, you think, only him and you could be happy forever.

Daichi wakes up to the sound of his phone buzzing on the nightstand. He looks down at your sleeping form on his chest and debates on whether or not he should move you to turn the assault of buzzing off. 

When his phone quiets down, he lets out a small sigh of relief.

After last night on the roof, the two of you managed to sneak to his room without anyone seeing you. Kuroo and Bokuto almost caught the two of you, but with women on each of their arms, they were a little too preoccupied trying to navigate through the mansion to pay attention to you and Daichi hiding in the shadows, giggling at their antics. 

After the two of you got cleaned up, you both got comfortable under the covers, talking the night away, exchanging small kisses and playful jabs before you fell asleep on his chest.

He looks back down at you, and you look so cute sleeping in one of his shirts, the little bit of drool pooling on his chest is adorable and he wishes his phone was closer so he could take a photo.

The incessant buzzing starts again and he lets out a small curse. 

Whoever is calling him must really need him. He takes a deep breath, inhaling your shampoo before he very slowly moves your sleeping body off him.

He grabs his phone off the nightstand before heading to the bathroom, not wanting to disturb your sleep with whatever this phone call is.

Finally looking down at the caller ID, he wishes he would have just thrown his phone out the window but nevertheless, he answers after letting out a big sigh. 

“Dad, what do you need?”

His father talks to him through the phone before Daichi has heard enough. He says one phrase to his dad before hanging up the phone and turning his phone off and slamming it on the counter.

“Drop it, I am not meeting with Hime.”

the blonde sitting on issei’s lap? that was me uwu

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[purplelurkinghini]

Dear purplelurkinghini,

I'm still high on the batman movie, or.. well,, the riddler in particular. I cant stop thinking about him, like, for real. Every day i wake up and check the riddler tag on this site, and idk what to do when i see not many new posts. I try to look for fics on ao3, but a lot of them are just... not my taste. As you might know, i have very specific tastes in fics, so its been really hard for me to find the ones i like. What do i do???????? I went on youtube but there's not a lot of new interview with the cast?? Im like, why isnt there??? I need content of the riddler. If people wont make them the way i like it, then should i just do it myself???? But like,,, i dont really have the time to do something like that. Maybe i do???? I mean--- Well actually, i finished a drawing of him the other day. Should i start writing fics of him too??? Arghhh but im not good at writing!!! Idk what to do now fhdjskhfskj

Love,

G.B. Anon

Dear G.B. Anon,

I, too, am still coming down from the high of having watched the film a little over a week ago. While my chest stopped aching like some highschool girl's would with their first love, sightings of bootleg recordings and low-res screenshots continue to fill my brain with the happy chemical.

Since you mentioned being inspired by the movie (drawing fanart, yes?), I say you make Edward your muse and write what you want to read. Yeah, as someone currently struggling with writer's block, I can only write when I get slapped in the face by my muse and only for as long as the sting lasts. Yeah, I do know it's easier said than done.

Even so, I still recommend writing.

Below the cut, I've continued the snipped you inspired (yes, you were my muse for a few minutes there). It isn't much, and I hope you know I don't mean to squick you (now that's a word I haven't seen used in forever), though I will say it is more of the power play you said you enjoy.

CW: light bondage

With your mouth taped shut, and your wrists bound together and cradling your bound feet, you had no choice but to even out your breathing. You had no choice but to be quiet like the good boy the Riddler had sucking on his rubber-gloved fingers before throwing into the back his own car.

You did, however, have a choice in being a witness to the crime since, of course, he hadn't used his roll of gaffer tape on your eyes. And so you saw that pig Pete Savage be syringed and strangled until he squealed like sow and passed out.

Oh, but the body he slacked against, even with his slimmer frame, was not without strengh. Even as he struggled to shove Savage into the back of his own backseat, he moved like a man high on his triumph, taking his time to taste that sweet, sweet victory. He cracked his neck, moving it from side to side, and rolled back his shoulders. Then, he wheezed, whiffing the air. He breathed in the blood he was about to spill so loudly, you heard him from inside your car.

The echo of it snuck its way into your ears and poured out of your nose through a wheeze of your own. It was surreal, hearing him, seeing him, witnessing him just beyond your window. It was unreal hearing him in the air around you instead of through your speakers. The Riddler might as well have been another streamer with a gimmick if he weren't right there. If he weren't moving towards you, tall and proud and predatory.

"Daddy's all done," he sighed, satisfied, as soon as he swung open the door. "How's my baby doing?"

After watching the ball you were curled up in because of his quick and stinging bondage work, after watching you whimper before him, and wiggle closer to him, he giggled. He looked down at you with the flickering neon light catching in his glasses and making them glow, and he giggled.

"I wasn't long, was I?" He reached for your face and pulled the tape off with no concern for the pain. "You can still make it home by midnight." He wiped the wetness from your lips, suppressing another laugh behind his mask as your mouth opened for him. "You've been so good for me," he said in a sing-song voice. "Good boy."

Then, pulling away his hand along with the tape, he took his time tracing your wrists and anchles, but didn't pull at the bonds. Instead, he inhaled as you tried your best not to exhale and let out a whimper. You tried your best to be good.

"I can't set you free," his voice dipped as he detached himself from you completely leaving you cold and curled up in the same ball. "You have to do it yourself," he pulled out a switchblade and snickered, and the sound of it did make you whimper. "I know you watch my streams, so you couldn't have missed the fan-favorite top escape tips."

After placing it between your bound plams, he pulled himself away from you and out of the car. And before leaving you to cut yourself five times before tearing the tape, he ducked his head in, tilted it and parted with you with one last word of praise: "Be a good boy and don't make me smear your DNA all over that pig." Spreading out his gloved fingers and the saliva still stuck to them, he waved before slamming the door shut: "Goodbye."

[binnieboyswhore]

Hot tub cockwarming

Pairing: Bang Chanx Reader  Genre: Smut Word count:1,110  Warnings: Public Sex, Cock warming, cursing, getting caught    Authors note: I swore i would never write a Chan fic cause there’s like 20 new Chan fics posted every day but ii’ve become a bit obsessed with him don’t talk to me about it. I’m working on another Chan fic right now too so i’m in little deep 

The boys have been home from tour for about a few weeks and in an effort to get everyone  back together Chan and you decided to host a pool party and bbq night at your house. After the boys had eaten everything in sight and played in the sun all day, the night approached fast and all 9 of you found yourselves in the hot tub as the moon sat high in the sky with drinks in your hands. The boys told stories to you about where they had gone, the people they had met and the funniest things fans said to them. While they were conversing with each other Chan leaned down to your ear while snaking is arm around the bottom of your back whispering, “thank you for this baby”

You looked up at his soft yet rugged face placing your hand on his soft chin and lightly kissed his soft lips, “anything for you.”

You two started to have your own conversation quietly. Chan has told you how much he’d missed you, missed your lips, the touch of your skin, being in you. When he said that an idea came to mind, you had remembered reading this fan smut somewhere about something called “cockwarming” and this could be the perfect setting to try it. The water was bubbling so thickly you couldn’t see below its surface and everyone was already so close to each other no one would think anything about you on Chan’s lap.

You leaned into his ear “have you heard of cockwarming” he blushed a bit and shook his head yes. He took your hand and placed it in his shorts so you could rub him a few times so he was hard enough, when he let out a low moan, that he played off as a cough, you knew he was hard enough. You go to sit on his lap while he pulls himself out of his shorts and pulls the bit of your bikini aside and slides himself in. You hold your breath so as not to give anything away. You feel him lean his head against your back and you can tell he wasn’t hiding it in his face very well when Felix spoke up “Chan mate, you feeling okay?” Which led to the remaining people in the tub to look your way.

Chan responded, trying not to stutter, “ya I’m good I just got a slight cramp in my calf” thankfully everyone bought it and continued talking.

You slid the rest of the way down your back now flesh with Chan’s chest and the night continued. You got worried every time someone looked at you two, that they might see but honestly it just added to the excitement of it all. Chan was telling us about how when he had met a fan they just said “hey daddy” and he got so flustered he didn’t know what to do and as he told the story he still blushed. The boys laughed about it and talked about how there were a lot of fans who referred to Chan in the matter.

“Is that so?” you said turning your head to look at his eyes. Soon enough the boys started going inside to change into dry clothes and it was just Chan and you left, I.N peeked outside “are y’all coming inside? We’re gonna start a movie.” Chan was kissing the back of your neck so you responded “We’ll be in in a minute, just don’t wait up for us” and I.N knew exactly what that meant. As soon as she was no longer in sight Chan took your hand and put it on your stomach and you shivered at what you felt.

“Do you feel that baby? That’s me inside you.” you let out a small moan feeling Chan’s hard cock nestled so far in you.

“Channie, please can you fuck me now?” Without hesitation he removed himself, you immediately felt empty. He turned you around placing you between his legs and kissing you while he grabbed both sides of your face.

You broke it “As much as I want this to be as long as we can we kinda have to be fast we have guests inside.”

“Oh fuck them, daddy wants his princess.” You loved it when he was like this but we did have guests.

“Chan,” he looked at you, “Daddy, I’m serious, we have to be fast.” you said rubbing his shoulders.

“Fine princess but I wanna take you from behind.” you put yourself against the wall and set your knees on the stone bench under the water. His hand lands on your ass and he unties the sides to your bikini, you see them start to float beside you and you’re anxious to have him in you again.

“God princess you’re beautiful.”

“Daddy fuck me, please.”

He rubs his hands together “with pleasure baby”

He puts himself in you and you can’t help but moan rather loudly, “Princess we do have guests.”

He thrusts into you the warm water splashing and adding resistance to his hips making him work for his high. It isn’t much longer till you're close enough to your high, your walls start to clinch around Chan’s hard cock “daddy, I’m close” you whine out to him.

His thrusts start to get sloppy as he says “cum for me my princess” and just before you let go you hear the sliding door open and you lock eyes with Changbin as you scream whisper “fuck yes daddy right there!”

You couldn’t hold it back as the ecstasy waved over you and you felt Chan hit his high. You couldn’t leave Changbins eyes as your face contorted during different stages of your high. He looked embarrassed but he couldn’t move. You finally got through it and laid your head on Chan's shoulder.  When you looked back up he was gone. You start to lightly laugh, Chan sat next to you handing you your bottoms “Changbin came outside.”

He looked at you sideways as if to ask when “when I was cumming” you told him finishing the knot on your bottoms.

“God lucky someone saw that, you look the most beautiful when you come undone on my cock.” He kissed your check but you slapped his shoulder “Chan, that’s your best friend I don’t want him seeing me like that.”

“Okay princess I’m sorry, I’m just saying don’t blame him for staring when you’re just so damn gorgeous.” And then he smiled that sweet sweet smile and we headed inside where we were guaranteed awkward looks from Changbin and light teasing from the rest.