#Bringing in such a wonderful and funny newbie

[bubu44f1]

TODAY'S POST IS TO APPRECIATE THE DEAR ONE WHO, EVEN THOUGH HE IS ARGENTINE, DESERVES A SPOT ON NEXT YEAR'S GRID, WILLIAMS SHOULD TRY TO MAKE CONNECTIONS AND PUT FRAMCO COLAPINTO ON NEXT YEAR'S GRID THIS YEAR DEAR HE IS AN ICON AND HIM CLOSE TO LEWIS IS PURE ENTERTAINMENT THE POOR GUY DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO REACT

[fictionalslvr]

SYNOPSIS: Simon Riley hates going to the clinic. Especially when you're the nurse.

PAIRING: Nurse¡Reader x Simon Riley.

WORD COUNT: 995.

WARNINGS: (not proofread!)

NOTES: I just wanted to write for Simon SO BAD. I can bring more of these two, if you guys like it, of course🫶🏻

Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley isn't a big fan of going to the doctor. Not even the pharmacy. Especially the pharmacy. Because he knows he will find someone even more annoying there. The newbie nurse was a rock in his shoes from the beginning.

As for you, the recent BOLC (Officer Basic Leadership Course) formed as a nurse, you were thrilled. After weeks of training hard to be a military nurse, you're finally where you wished to be. As you got approved for working into the Meadowview Medical Clinic, you were quickly brought to a meeting, clarifying that not every soldier is as the others. This one, a lieutenant to be more clear. You were marveling about it. A lieutenant that never shows his face, asks for privacy at the top of all.

—”He asks for no photos of his face, not many people in the room as he's in. And, oh, of course. The lieutenant requires a private room for attendance.” — Your boss was explaining anything as some interrogation kept running through your mind. You couldn't understand properly. But you agreed with anything, you even had to sign a privacy contract, seems like he takes it very seriously.

It took weeks for you to see him actually. Your boss told you the lieutenant didn't like coming into the hospital. You thought the man could have some trauma. Or, to make him a bit less scary, you thought he was only scared of needles, since that's totally normal amongst adults. But it was funny imagining a buff soldier scared of it. And you knew he was buff. You were looking at his military personnel file, he seemed to have quite the experience in the position, by the long time he's serving the country. It said on the paper, that he was 1.93 meters, he was actually more tall than what you thought. There were some notes especially for those in pharmacy counseling reference, which includes you.

“Enjoys tattoo art + animals.”

You were clicking your tongue on the top of your mouth. That was unexpected. So, he might have these both things.

“Drink of choice —› Earl Grey.”

As you know, it was a british tea with black tea on the base and some bergamot orange oil. A weird choice of drink, but maybe he had a motive behind it.

“Assess for animal support program.”

You tilted your head to the side. Seems like your deduction was correct. You started to wonder what kind of animal one lieutenant would have. Maybe a scary animal like a snake? Or a defenseless fat cat? That would be funny.

In seconds, you were on your desk, flipping the papers of his file, the delicacy in your touch not so needed, but was there. In seconds after, a knock took your concentration. You immediately dropped everything and got up, clearing your throat and adjusting your stance as you opened the door. There was a man. Or, THE man, his size taking almost all the door frame. The man in front of you was enormous, you weren't small yourself, you were quite taller too, but you had no chance against him. He was staring at you. Hiis almost black, almond eyes, painted in face paint, were full of some weird emotion. That got your stomach wobbly, you didn't know what to expect of him. Your boss was right beside him, smiling at you in a very unnatural way.

—”This is the lieutenant. He seems to be having a fracture on the nose. Could you please take the general infos for me before he goes to my room? I'm a bit busy.” — You nodded almost immediately, giving space for the big one to go inside. That was weird, your boss were so busy and yet, took time to brought him to your room?

He walks in, without a single word. He sat on the litter, his hands resting in the middle of his legs as he pressed his foot to the floor. You waited as your boss turned his back at you two, and closed the door, clearing your throat once again before coming closer to the lieutenant. From your coat, you took your tongue depressor.

—”Can you…take off your mask? I need to see it for the procedure.”

And he just shook his head, telling you he won't do it with his expression. His mask would only allow you to see his eyes.

—”Wait a minute, sir. You possibly broke your nose. If you can't take out your mask, I can't assess your situation.” — Your lips glued together, showing how that situation was nothing more than awkward. You couldn't understand a soldier that didn't take off his mask.

—”No way.”

The man had a strong British accent, you didn't heard him talking until now. But it was clear even with only two words.

—”Sir, please. I need you to cooperate. After all, why don't you take it off? Scared you're ugly?”

The words rolled off your tongue, your free hand coming to your mouth to try and take it back. Simon took a second. A few seconds. Gulped down some emotion you couldn't decipher and blinked at you. You were used to making jokes with the other patients. But they were a different case. They were not lieutenant Simon Riley.

—”Ya know, yer’ not the first one to tell me that. Try being more original next time.”

You didn't know what he meant with that. If he was trying to be sarcastic, he didn't show. His face sat still like a rock, that was to the bare minimum…weird. Maybe he wasn't good with emotions. Or he was just mad at you. Either way, the man in front of you took off his mask, holding it on his side very close. He was not what you expected. His face was not ugly at all. And seeing your face surprised, he gave you a smug smile. Seems like the lieutenant enjoys surprising people.

[tm-trx]

Reset, ep 4

Live Watch Notes

Standard warning: may will contain inconsistent punctuation/capitalization, talking to myself, talking to the characters, rampant speculation, and many many questions to self.

is that a Leslie Cheung poster on his wall?

Wait, are managers independent then? Because I thought Janine worked for Crown. Ah Crown was buying out Armin’s contract.

Okay yeah I’m wondering too; why was Thwithit so invested in keeping Armin if it wasn’t about denynig Tada.

ooooo Tada is well aware of the optics - interesting!

\o/

brief pause while i rewind that kiss a couple few times

SO GOOD

“You are the gift in my new life.” awww so sweet, so sappy

Tada is overwhelmed in the best way; I love it.

omg is Armin going to do a dance challenge?? lmao

too funny

#iwannakissyou ::happy sigh:: romance

another rewind moment holy shit these two

But also on a city rooftop out in the open in the 90s? They are truly in the bubble.

that headshot

Oh yikes a room full of murder suspects, for your own murder, would not be comfortable to walk into unprepared.

no Tada, don’t go interrupt the workshop

of course the script mirrors actual events eesh

oh no Armin got completely triggered. :(

Tada planted those fans didn’t he lol

Great PR work though; I wonder how much Tada did behind the scenes of Armin’s success before?

cute Janine/Waytai moment!

These two are vile; I thought for a minute there Thiwthit was disturbed by what Lily is doing, but no of course not.

aw Narin, poor kid; falling in love with your patron only works out if you’re the protagonist in a romance, not a minor side character.

What is it about a closed door conversation with the couple on either side, that’s so compelling? And this one has handwritten notes slipped under the door too!

More Thoughts

This was a great episode and it went by so fast I was surprised when it was over.

That was definitely a Leslie Cheung poster on Armin’s wall. I actually found it and it’s not a vintage poster like I thought. It’s an art poster for Days of Being Wild, created by an Italian gallery a few years ago. I’m resisting the urge to look up all the other stuff on his wall, because I do not have the time right now. LOL

I know there was plot happening for a lot of this episode, but those two intense kisses were very distracting. Really really really well done, both scenes.

The first workshop scene was brutal. I’m sure Armin prepared so knew what the lines were ahead of time, but having to say those lines to those people. Hard. It’s no wonder he got overwhelmed. Unfortunately, from the outside, it just makes him look like an unprepared newbie in over his head. So I get why everyone else wouldn’t be happy. And on top of that, Tada is interfering in the background, but not being super subtle about it. The second workshop scene was such a contrast and really lovely. Pharit’s reaction to Armin’s acting was interesting too; surprise at how good he was, I think?

The last two scenes were so good. Armin finding out about Narin, bringing all of his fears about Tada’s motivations to the surface, was really well played. You feel for Narin and Armin both. And when Armin asks Tada, point blank, if he wants the same arrangement with him, we get the annoying “drama silence” and cut. Then of course, the show redeemed itself with the door conversation, when Tada tells Armin that his relationship with Narin was just a deal and not romantic. Except that Armin doesn’t believe him, and Tada leaves with one last note under the door. I loved it; it was an excellent way to end an episode.

I love this show and it continues to be a highlight of the week.

My Reset recaps: 1 / 2 / 3

[sgiandubh]

Hola, gracias por tus post sensatos y divertidos. Comencé a ver OL en pandemia y llegué hasta aquí no hace mucho. Veo escrito de todo, cosas divertidas y cosas insanas...No importa, hay gente malvada en todas partes y tu eres sensata y educada. Gracias de nuevo. Ah! Creo que el duo protagonista de OL está junto desde hace mucho, veo fotos, no soy ciega. Y me da igual si tienen uno, dos o cinco niños. La pareja me encanta. Esto no es más que diversión, cierto? Y que sean felices. Gracias de nuevo. Besos.

Dear Hispanic Newbie Anon,

Como miembro honorario de la Mafia Shipper Hispana, déjame darte la bienvenida al rincón más soleado y ingenioso de este terrible fandom. Espero que te diviertas al menos tanto como nosotras y siempre eres bienvenida para enviarme tus pensamientos. Estoy muy, muy agradecida por tus amables palabras – ¡gracias!

And now, for the translation of your comment, which might bring some solace to our weariest sisters:

Hello and thank you for your no nonsense and fun posts. I started to watch OL during the pandemic and I just arrived in here. I see many things being written in here, some of them are funny and others are insane...But it doesn't matter, there are bad people just about everywhere and you sound sensible and educated. Thank you again. Ah! And I think the leads have been together for a long while: I see those pictures and I am not blind. And I don't really care if they have one, two or five children. I just love this couple and all this is supposed to be fun, isn't it? And I wish them well. Thank you again. Bye!

Oh, querida Anon - but they are very much a couple! And you are right: many of us think they've been juntos ever since the chemistry test. Despite just about anything you could possibly imagine... and then some more.

May I recommend some wonderful Hispanic Shippers you could read on the regular, in no particular order because they are all people I deeply care about? @bat-cat-reader, who is the pillar of this fandom and simply a spectacular human being, @cajon-desastre - a delicate, witty and discreet powerhouse, @malu1997 and @claraisabelcampohermoso - two of our best sleuths and generous human beings, the amazing @irunfraser and also @luckydogsgroove, whom I believe to be made only of love, @yacheshy - ironic extraordinaire and so, so many more. And then you have the Portuguese & Brazilian Gang - Mordor, beware, that is a juggernaut! And the Anglo-Saxon behemoth. The acid and witty French. The cut through all that crap Australians. And of course, we - those Eastern Europeans some people say never smile (that is a pious lie!). And if I forgot anybody, please slap me.

You will also read many, many different opinions about the number of children they have. It is not something I chose to discuss, but I am happy for them and so is everyone in here. Because love always finds a way: I happen to know it for sure.

[nanomooselet]

Oh. I was too distracted by Roberto dooming himself by drawing a derringer to realise. The reason he gets much more hostile toward Wolfwood after searching the tunnel? To the point of drawing a weapon and openly accusing him of being an assassin, when before he mostly just seemed wary and to find Nick and his Nick-names irritating (understandably)?

Because there's no sign of Meryl's return, even though Vash and Wolfwood are already back. Roberto thinks he left his newbie alone too long and this stranger, whom she only tried to help after hitting him by accident, could have taken the opportunity to either get her killed, or to ambush her himself.

Roberto is genuinely worried about Meryl. He also later seems earnestly concerned that Vash might be too trusting about this guy. Wolfwood, by all appearances, may actually have murdered a tiny, unarmed twenty-three-year-old out on her first job in cold blood. An uptight pain-in-the-ass kindhearted scold of a girl who was Roberto's personal responsibility.

Wolfwood reacts not with alarm or horror to the accusation but by smugly daring Roberto to try and take a shot.

And then Vash abruptly just… says Wolfwood seems like a good guy? Based on nothing???

Hilariously, that instantly punctures the growing tension because both Roberto and Wolfwood have to shut down and reboot at the non-sequitur. Zazie takes the opportunity to swipe Roberto, but I bet they thought it was funny too; enough to bring it up again with Wolfwood later. Vash really is a lot cannier than he seems. No wonder Zazie likes him.

And Roberto really does care about Meryl and take protecting her seriously. Just for her sake, he was getting ready to try throwing down with a professional killer whom he knows has some kind of inexplicable extra-humanness and a weapon bigger than he is. Man, the more I think about it, the less surprising it is that Meryl was brave enough to go after Vash. She and Roberto had more in common, deep down, than either one of them ever guessed.

[sankta-starkova]

THE OUTSIDERS;

006 | supreme lord of the bathroom

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summary: the one where daisy returns to camp from college and is blinded by her love for him, even as the world ends

wordcount: 2k

The next day, Percy woke up with a jolt after his nightmare. When he looked around, he noticed that the boy from yesterday, Luke, was watching.

He scrambled up, feeling the embarrassment flush over him as he realised that everyone had seen his moment.

"You alright?" Luke asked, holding a hand out and helping the boy up.

"Super," he said sarcastically, brushing his hands on his clothes.

"We all have them you know. Intense recurring nightmares. And the daydreams, and the ADHD and dyslexia. Demigods just process things differently," he explained.

Percy instantly felt at ease with this boy but was still unsure whether Daisy trusted him or not. If she did, then he knew he was okay.

"So are you also?" Percy tried to ask him whether he had a parent or not here, but didn't know how to phrase it, "Do you not know who-"

He chuckled a little at the boys confusion, "Am I unclaimed? No, Hermes is my father but that doesn't matter. We're all on the same team here,"

Percy scoffed. There was this anger bubbling up inside of him at the unfairness of the way that the gods could just ignore their children.

"Why is that okay? Why do they bring us here to ignore some of us?" He questioned.

Lukes face lit up. This was perfect. Percy was perfect and his raw hatred to the Gods was going to help his cause more than he knew.

"If you spend too much time trying to figure out why the Gods do whay they do and you'll drive yourself mad," he said, a smile on his face.

They were silent for a second, neither knew what to do. Percy was supposed to have his tour but his your guide had not yet arrived.

"Luckily you got here for summer which means our resident newby helper is back here to visit," Luke explained, "We'll show you around and tell you what camp has to offer,"

"What's that?" He asked, still not sure what the purpose of camp was or what he could gain from it.

That smirk grew on Lukes face again, "Glory,"

Percy let that sink in for a second, wondering how a camp could bring him glory before he realised that someone was going to be helping Luke to show him around, "Who will be leading us round?"

"She was the medic who looked after you, Desdemona Valance. Most beautiful woman in all of New York," he said with a lovesick expression.

Percys face scrunched up in confusion. He had noticed some tension between them and had assumed it was anger, maybe it was just love. 

"She didn't seem like she liked you too much yesterday," he said, folding his arms across his chest.

He laughed, finding it funny that Percy thought that, "Don't you worry kid, she likes me plenty," he promised.

He knew Daisy had walked in by the way that everyone clambered to say hello to her but she just said her hellos and good mornings and walked over to see Luke and Percy.

"Just in time pretty girl," he admired her for a second, long hair tied up with a bow in the back before he looked at Percy, "You remember Daisy,"

Of course he remembered her. He had only felt safe around one person so far and that was her.

"You better watch your mouth Castellan, you keep calling me pretty and I'll get an ego," she teased.

He scoffed, the smile on his face growing, "Apollo kids always have an ego,"

They seemed to be in their own world, not paying attention to anyone else. The older boy tapped his cheek.

She sighed at his antics, trying to hide her smile but it was obvious on her face.

Daisy leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Luke placed two fingers on the underside of her jaw, maneuvering her so he could press a kiss to her lips.

"Oh," Percy said as he realised that they were dating, now it all made sense.

Daisy blushed, having forgotten that the boy was there. Luke, however, knew he whole time.

"See, she likes me plenty," he stated, an arm wrapping around her waist.

Daisy said her good mornings to Percy before jumping straight into her job, "So, what has Luke been filling your head with?

"Glory," he stated.

She scoffed, looking at him. She knew what he wanted to do, she knew exactly what she saw in Percy and it made that bitter feeling grow in her stomach.

Daisy shrugged it off, hoping that her instincts were wrong as she gestured for them to walk out of the cabin with her.

Luke seemed excited as he explained the concept of Glory to him, molding the boy as he needed, "Demigods have always fought for Glory. They used to call it Kleos, its like this stuff that attaches itself to your name and makes it more important,"

Percy seemed eager to soak up the older boys information, watching him as they walked.

"People listen when you talk, they work harder to be your friend and they think twice before messing with you," he explained.

They crossed paths with Clarisse and her group of friends, the former of which purposefully bumping into Percy.

He was knocked to the ground and she looked at him, turning her nose up.

"Knock it off Clarise, it's his first day," Luke said, almost squaring up to her.

Daisy leaned down, holding her hand out and helping Percy up. He shrunk back, feeling safe in between Daisy and Luke.

"So this is the kid who killed the minotaur," Clarisse said, eyeing Percy up like he was a prey and she was the predator.

"Yeah?" The boy said, trying not to sound too timid.

"You want attention around here, better be ready for it when it comes," she walked off after that comment, her and her group laughing to themselves.

He scoffed, watching her ealk away, "Well she seems nice. Why don't they mess with you two?"

Daisy and Luke shared a knowing look. It was something the new kid would have to get used to, the way that the couple could almost read each others minds.

"They know better," Percy said.

Chris saw the altercation and had rushed over, standing at Lukes side, a hand on his shoulder.

"Luke is the strongest swordsman in camp. Daisy is the best archer and the best medic," he explained.

Percy looked at him. For the first time in his life he had become friends with the popular kids, the people that nobody dared to mess with.

"They leave you two alone because of Glory?" It was almost a rhetorical question and Daisy could see the cogs turning in his head, "People think you're a big deal,"

He was silent for a moment, almost like he was thinking about Glory. This was the way to get his father to notice him, for him to finally confront him.

"Where do we start?" Percy said after a while.

"Archery, my specialist subject," she said before she started to walk up the hill.

The kid finally managed to get a good look at camp. He saw the vast expanses of the strawberry fields and the pegasi as they walked around with the Demeter kids.

He also saw Glory in action. Everyone was nice to Daisy and Luke, saying hello and complimenting them. Some stayed clear of them, eyeing them suspiciously.

Percy knew he had found the good ones and he wasn't going to be leaving any time soon.

When they arrived at the top of the hill, the Archery section was mostly full of other Apollo kids.

"A good source of Glory are feats of skill, so we gotta figure out what you're good at," Daisy explained before saying hello to a few people.

"Watch her do this," Luke whispered to Percy as they watched her grab her specific bow.

She lined herself up against the target and took a shot and they all watched as it hit the bullseye. She shot another arrow out and it hit the same target, splitting the previous arrow in half.

She turned around and looked at the duo, her bow still aimed at the target. She hit it again, slightly higher this time so she didn't split the arrow a third time.

She put the bow down at her feet and everyone cheered. This was her glory, her special skill.

"Thats my girl," Luke cheered, pulling her in for a hug.

She pulled back so just his arm was wrapped around her waist. She picked up the bow, handing it to him.

"You try kid," he looked at the bow, clearly a little hesitant.

He positioned the bow, trying to replicate what she had done but he didnt shoot very well.

Instead, the arrow bounced back and started to bounce through the crowd of people.

Luke pulled her back, both of them ducking as they tried to avoid his aim.

"Should I try again?" Percy asked sheepishly.

She shook her hand, giving him a sympathetic smile, "Definitely not Apollo," she said as they took the bow back.

"Lets try another one," Luke suggested.

From there, they walked to the nearest cabin and their workstation which was just across the hill in the Hephestaus cabin workshop. 

"Hey Jake, got a new kid," Luke said and Jake took a step back from the anvil, handing Percy his goggles.

Percy tried to hammer the hot metal, focusing all of his energy onto it. They watched, arms crossed as he tried his hardest.

Instead, the broken piece of metal shot out across the room and this time, it was Daisy who pulled him back so he wasn't hit by the flaming metal.

Percy looked at them as he pulled the goggles off. He felt awkward, and like he was disappointing his new friends.

"Lets have lunch," Daisy suggested, placing a hand on the kids shoulder before they walked away.

She wanted to take some pressure off of him. Glory would find him eventually, he just had to wait for it a little bit.

They entered the clearing and luke lead the way into the mess hall where all the other demigods were sat eating their lunch.

He walked over to the table where Nina was sitting alone and after grabbing food for everyone, they sat down at the table.

"Percy, this is my friend Nina, daughter of Demeter. Nina, this is Percy," she introduced as they sat down.

"Is there a Greek god of disappointment because maybe you should ask him if he's missing a kid," Percy said, defeatist.

Daisy remembered waiting only about four hours before her dad claimed her as his, but that was very common for Apollo kids.

She couldn't imagine the turmoil the boy must be going through seeing as it had already been a day since he joined.

"Oizys, but she's a goddess and her whole thing is more like failure," Chris said as he walked over, sitting down next to Nina

"You're cheery," Nina quipped, rolling her eyes at his comment.

"We'll find what you're good at, I know it," Daisy promised.

He gave her a half hearted smile, clearly upset and angry at the fact that his dad didnt want to claim him.

She watched the cogs in Lukes head turn. She knew he wanted to say something spiteful about the Gods but before he could, the bell went.

"Our turn," Nina said.

Almost like they were under some sort of spell, they all got up with their plates of food and started to approach the fire.

Percy looked at them confused, watching people scrape bits of food off of their plates.

"Is the food here really that bad?" He asked.

"Burnt offering. The Gods like smell so you say it before a prayer," Chris explained and Percy stood up.

"They like the smell of burnt mac and cheese?" He questioned, still confused about all the rituals of this place.

"They like the smell of begging," Luke stated.

As they scraped their food into the fire, Daisy looked at Luke. There was a strange and michevious glint in his eye.

She knew that this wasn't going to end well and her heart sank in her chest. She had to save Percy.

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[greenplantlizard]

dekaranger 10 years after!!!

bet y'all thought id forgot this one!!!

i hadn't, i was just always intending to put it here

think of it as ambushing me as i jump back in time to halfway through 2015 if you want

anyways let's see what our bastards have been up to

hey hang on that's one of the ending theme band isn't it?

anyway who's still using anaroids and batsuroids in this day and age, i thought the maker of those went out of business about 10 years ago!!!

also he died

oh hey replacements

it's been a while since ive heard this opening narration

they were always co-workers, and as happens with coworkers, they end up in different jobs

evil laughter

simply build a new dekabase

oh hey sup tetsu!!!

oh dear,,,, houji has become the disaster he was always threatening to be

jasmine got what

hi ban!!! what a haircut

LMAO THE BIG TEXT WITH "A CRIMINAL" AND "A VICTIM"

why do i get the feeling doggie was either framed or undercover,,,

hmmmmmm, those silhouettes certainly don't match up

jasmine married WHO??? strange dynamic there hmmmmm

jasumine wa espa de aru

bath reference!!! but now it is bath sad,,, such are the effects of age,,,

oh hey it's spd higher ups, huh the bad guy sting happened right after he appeared

to be fair there is a probable conflict of interest in this investigation

ayyyy it's spaceship!!! for a series about space police, dekaranger did spend most of their time with earthbound aliens, so it's cool whenever any of the movies let them go to space

ah, lore to try and make judgement time less terrifying

i still think the dekarangers carrying out executions is terrifying, the fact that the decision to have them do so is carried out over 8 months instead of 10 seconds doesn't change that exactly

ANYWAYS

ayyyyy swan is here!!!

kore wa sen no [thinking pose] de aru

creative way of incorporating it actually :D

hmmm yes goodbye you two newbies that's not suspicious at all

ah yes the twist villains,,,

naturally this movie can't go as far as to have actual cops be the villains (sadly) so they're "not actually cops"

still, this conspiracy has embedded itself pretty firmly in the system!!!

lmao umeko saying she takes credit for ban's leadership style is funny

"B O S S ! ! !"

hmmm i wonder who the one member of the space police upper brass we've seen this movie is

i am enjoying this being an umeko movie, you'd think it'd be ban's because he's red, but this is a refreshing take

it also lets the rest of the team be a few steps ahead!!!

LMAO that whole speech about ban was actually TO ban that's funny

"you can't go, bad people!"

jasmine can teleport now

ah yes the classic insane dekaranger reveal ive missed those

for certain fans, you'll be glad to know that shirtless doggie kruger is in this movie

anyways obviously it was reidlich, with a profitable mafia sideline

GIANT CLONE ABRELLA???????? HELLO??????????????

WHY IS HE SO BIG?????????????

it's giving that star trek animated series episode with the inexplicably giant Spock 2

goodbye giant abrella clone???????????? i suppose tetsu had to do something in the final battle??? that was random

anyways, our true final battle!!!

muscle gear reference

and of course thematically it's only now everyone is together that the theme plays

the film's been very careful not to bring everyone into the same space very much until this battle actually

uh oh, he absorbed his subordinates to unlock laser attack!!!

hi dekamaster!!!

sadly no dekaswan, but we get some extra hero appearances

ban's insane maneuver

time to sentence another guy to death!!!

and thus another guy was shot to death by the police using a robot dog and also two swords

personally im tryna be more of a rehabilitative justice kind of gal

anyways, the team is back together!!! at least in spirit,,, also doggie hadn't confessed anything in 8 of the last 10 years? come on man

ban finds time to break the fourth wall

THE END...?

although something tells me this ain't the last we'll see of these guys,,, not by a long shot

[thecluelessdoctor]

whike I mentally prepare myself to make a whole damn comic, it's time I talk about the FNAf movie because fuck you I am going to write what I want

cw: spoilers for the FNAF movie!!

At base value, I loved it. I felt the pacing was a little slow, but I love it. From the little refs to the games, to the in general plot, it was just very enjoyable, even if most of the plot is just from the fact Vanessa didn't tell Mike wtf was going on.

NOW! let's talk technical!

For a pg-13, it was pretty good! I feel it matches the games really well! It's not too scary, but it can give you a startle, especially to any newbie! My mom was startled by the balloon boy lmao. Also it had blood so it's a plus.

The acting, dialogue, and overall set is really good. Scrumptious if I do say so myself.

I loved how the animatronics looked. Freddy and chica being my overall favorites. Idk they made my boy Bonnie blue so I had to take a few points. The cupcake running around was weirdly funny to me lol.

Now lemme touch on the plot!

I liked the plot! Like I said before, it was a LITTLE slow, but nothing too bad. I found it really interesting with what they did with Micheal and the whole dream thing.

And the idea that the children communicate in pictures rather than words hit me pretty hard, because that how I myself communicate. Although I can be.. pretty good with my words, drawing, and art as a whole is relatable to me, making Abby a really relatable character to me.

I really don't understand the hate for the movies bc it's not lore accurate. So what??? A lot of movies based on games don't! I mean- look at the Sonic the hedgehog movie!! Or the Mario movie! So your point is invalid. And also- I'm pretty sure this is a lot more entertaining than watching Micheal do five nights at Freddy's smhhh.

Though I'm sitting here in complete wonder bc like- WHO WAS THE 5TH KID?! WE SEE HER IN THE PICTURES!!! BUT- IS IT CASSIE?? OR CHARLIE MAYBE?! IDK

Also what happened to Derek I need to know.

Did he get turned into a animatronic what the fuck happened to him

Anyway

Let's talk about the cons of the movie.

I keep bringing this up, but the movie was slow. Not unbearably slow, but still slow.

Also, the whole aunt subplot- idk I felt it wasn't really needed except for the mat pat scene (he fucking embraced that scene it was great the theater I was in started cheering and I had to explain to my mom why everyone was so happy)

Also I felt the one major jumpscare we get, of foxy, was waisted. It looked like he was rolling into the security guard on roller blades. I would have liked it if maybe foxy like jumped at the guard or something. Idk just a me thing

I also feel the 'i always come back' line was rushed, same with shaggy's- sorry I mean WILLIAM'S death. It didn't really feel satisfying ig?

also, I felt that Vanessa was more of a plot device than a character. Because most of the plot literally is riding on the fact she doesn't tell Mike the truth.

But anyway

What would I rate this movie, and should you watch it?

I give it a 8/10. It's fun, and nostalgic for old FNaF fans, and a fun intro to new ones. Go check it out

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

mercy for the character ask game 💖

Mercymorn my best friend Mercymorn!!!

favorite thing about them: she contains many contradictory multitudes! I’m so intrigued by her genuine devotion to John— she’s so fervent I can only assume it’s true— next to her commitment to wanting to kill him. She loves him, she has no *moral* qualms with him. but the grief over Cristabel’s death is just so great that knowing that it could have all been avoided is like the single thing she could never look past

and she’s also very uneasy in the beginning of HTN, I wonder if she was having second thoughts? that’s the only way I can read her first conversation with Augustine

least favorite thing about them: I would’ve liked her to interact more with Harrow just because it would be interesting. I really like her dynamic and her seeming to despise Harrow for both seeing herself in her and presumably that Harrow managed to preserve her cavalier

favorite line: obviously acid jail is an all timer. from a character perspective the entire segment dinner segment before dios apate minor is FASCINATING. this bit:

“You’re wrong, Augustine. You still hate Cristabel … you hated my cavalier long before what she did.” […]

“Do I, Mercy? God help me, I don’t think I do.”

She said, “Look me in the eyes and say that.” […]

“Joy, what’s done is done. They’re dead. The crime is punished. I don’t hate Cristabel.”

Her face was savage and smooth and implacable. “Say it again,” she said

absolutely deranged choice of fake conversation to have before pivoting to having sex on the dinner table directly after. she also later yells at him for being the one to bring up Cristabel when he most certainly did not lol it was all on her!

brOTP: I don’t really have one, I feel like all the OG lyctors are fucking so it’s not much of a bro situation lol and the newbies she just doesn’t have much of a dynamic with? it is really funny seeing her yell at the Blood of Eden people tho

OTP: oh you know!!! (Mercystine)

nOTP: I don’t really have one tbh. there are plenty of potential ship dynamics I don’t care about but nothing that I actively hate

random headcanon: I do actually agree with the literal pink hair fanon. she’s the sort of person who says “hiss” out loud she was clearly super fucking online and I could see her dyeing her hair pink pre res and then just keeping it that way. like Mercymorn definitely had a tumblr and she remembers nyan cat and carmeldansen even tho both memes are probably really old by her era. she probably had an ugly pink gamer girl set up at home

unpopular opinion: Mercybel is rather boring? I prefer what that death means for Mercy rather than caring much about it as like a dynamic

favorite picture of them: I don’t have a link on hand but the Mercystine stairwell Leyendecker study is soooo good

[alexiafeyblogpost]

RISE FROM THE ASHES 2/? (Alexia AU)

(Sorry, there won't be any drawing in this one)

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February 22 – Detention Center, Visiting Room

Both girls are in one of the visitors' salads, waiting for the person they come to see to appear. But since they arrived here, one of the two had a behavior that didn't match how she had shown herself before. Alexia looks askance at Ema…

“(Hmm, I wonder what happened to Ema. She suddenly went quiet as soon as we arrived.)” Alexia wonders, intrigued by the girl's behavior.

“Guard... I thought I told you I didn't want visitors.” Said a voice, which appears to be that of an adult woman.

“I-I-I'm sorry, ma'am! It's just, your sister...” The guard responds in a nervous manner.

"There are no excuses! Or maybe you don't want a raise this year, hmm? The woman says, clearly annoyed with the guard.

“U-u-understood, ma’am!” The terrified guard exclaims.

“(What the hell was that all about?)” Alexia wonders, a drop of sweat running down the back of her neck.

But as soon as she finished this thought, the person they were waiting for arrived. The woman in question wears a black uniform, similar to that of a military woman, and has a belt in the center of it. She also wears a red "Scapa" brand scarf around her neck. On her chest, left side of her, are three medals that she wears, which probably represent the three Prosecutors' King Trophies that she received. She also saw that as she approached the detainee's chair, she was wearing black heels. In physical appearance, She has straight hair, which is hazel brown in color, matching her and Mia. The irises of her eyes are brown.

Her personal study of the person in front of her was interrupted the moment the girl who had not spoken a word finally decided to speak.

"H-Hello, Lana." Ema greets fearfully.

"Funny. I seem to remember that I specifically told you NOT to come here. Maybe my memory is failing?” Lana reprimands seriously.

“L-look... I didn't want to come here either, okay?” Ema says annoyed. “But your trial is tomorrow, and you still don't have a defense attorney!”

“Tomorrow I will be the one in court. This has nothing to do with you, Ema.” Lana says monotonously, before turning to look at Alexia. “Isn't that right, Miss Fey?”

“Greetings, Miss Skye.” Alexia greets politely. “I can assume you know me from some fleeting mention of my older sister, Mia Fey. I'm wrong?"

“You are well informed. Mia mentioned to me that she has two younger sisters, I assume you are the oldest of the two of you?” Lana says with the same tone.

“Yes, she is right.” Alexia responds in the same way, but internally; "(Did Lady Mia really refer to me as one of her younger sisters? That's... cute, and funny. Even she refers to me as older than Lady Maya.)" Alexia thinks with a mental smile, before continuing speaking; “Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Alexia Fey, defense attorney.”

"A pleasure. Mine is Lana, Lana Skye. And I am the chief prosecutor of this district.” She introduces herself to Lana politely.

“So, you're a prosecutor, huh? And none other than the Chief Prosecutor…” Alexia mutters to herself. “(Two sisters...one a lawyer...and the other, a newbie in her field. How many more coincidences will this case bring me?)”

“Is something wrong, Miss Fey?” Ema asks worriedly. Alexia shakes her head slowly.

“It's okay, Emma. “I was just thinking about how curious this case is, without even knowing what happened in itself.” Alexia answers with a small smile. Ema decides to accept the answer.

“So, if that's the case. There is something you should know from the start.” Lana says, interrupting the small conversation between the girls.

"And that is?" Alexia questions, intrigued.

“The suspect in this case… has already confessed to the crime.” Lana reveals, making Alexia look a little surprised by this information.

“W-wait! But the suspect… The suspect is…!” Ema says upset.

"Me. I did it." Lana completes Ema's thought. “And so, Ms. Fey. “What is she going to do next?”

“Well... A good start might be telling me exactly what happened.” Alexia answers seriously.

The answer given by the young woman surprised the prosecutor a little. She thought she would break when she heard that she had confessed to the crime, but it seems that she is more stubborn than she lets on... just like her...

"Very good." Lana says. “The crime occurred yesterday, February 21 at 17:15 P.M.”

“That's pretty specific. I doubt it would have been you who would have been monitoring the time while she “performed” the crime, right? Alexia says thoughtfully.

"That’s right. This information was taken from the witness statement. Which clearly saw me committing the crime.” Lana answers.

“Uh... Wow, that was a bit of bad luck, wasn't it?” Alexia comments with a roll of her eyes.

“The crime occurred in the underground parking lot of the Prosecutor's Office. The body was found in the trunk of the car of one of my subordinates.” Add Lana to her “testimony.”

“The Prosecutor's Office, huh?” Alexia murmurs thoughtfully. “(In the trunk of the car of one of her subordinates? A classic...)”

“They arrested me on the spot. Caught red-handed, as it were.” Lana finishes telling her story.

“(Wow, my God...)” Alexia thinks, before asking; “So who was the victim?”

“A Police Department Investigator. I guess the correct term is “Detective” or “Inspector”.” Lana answers.

"A detective...?" Ema repeats surprised. Lana nods in confirmation.

“Death was due to blood loss. Since he was stabbed in the stomach once.” Lana adds seriously.

“By you, right?” Alexia comments, arms crossed.

"That's how it is. And although death was not immediate, his wound was fatal enough to cause it.” Lana answers.

“I see... This will be much more complicated than I imagined.” Alexia says massaging her hair.

“I see that you know how significant it is for my case that the victim was an detective.” Lana says pleased. Alexia nods her head.

"What? Ms. Fey? What does it mean?" Ema asks, both confused and worried.

“It means that the police department sees Ms. Skye's conviction as a matter of pride rather than justice. Which means that they will use all the means at their disposal to achieve the desired verdict…” Alexia responds nervously, causing a shiver to run down Ema's spine.

“(This case gets worse and worse with everything I learn).” Alexia thought somewhat desperately. “(I better change the subject…)”

“So, are you the chief prosecutor?” Alexia says.

"That's right. I am responsible for supervising all trials conducted by the prosecutors of this district. I make sure prosecutors have what they need to do the job and manage all aspects. Those are my responsibilities, in a nutshell.” Lana responds eloquently.

“(That's a very long summary).” Alexia thinks with a drop of sweat.

“Still, I'm a little surprised. I thought you would recognize the chief district attorney, Ms. Fey.” Lana says suspiciously.

“Oh, I did know about you. I've just never met you in person…” Alexia says with a small smile, before sharpening her gaze and speaking in a deep voice. “Believe me… you don't want to know why I started looking for information about you…”

Lana didn't understand at first what the girl in front of her was referring to, but the moment Alexia placed her hand on her magatama, it was as if an electric shock had gone through her entire body. Despite not bleeding, her heart hurt a little at that moment, and as an involuntary reaction, she brought her right hand to her chest. Showing that there was something curious with this...

“Hmm... Lana? What happened to your hand?” Emma asks worriedly.

“A-Ah, this? I cut myself by accident. When I stabbed him, that is.” Lana answers slightly stunned.

"Eh?" Ema says surprised.

“I guess I'm not very good at being a criminal.” Lana concludes, lowering her gaze a little.

“(How am I supposed to defend this? It's time to change the subject again...)” Alexia thinks nervously, before asking; “You were at school with Mia, correct? In the same grade as her?”

“…Ema told you that too, right?” Lana says with a bit of annoyance.

“W-well, why not? “I dragged her here from her office!” Ema says annoyed.

“At least from what I've seen, I see that she indeed has a lot in common with Mia…” Lana comments, nodding her head. “If you keep this up, you will be one of the best lawyers there will ever be.”

“Oh, well thanks for the compliment.” Alexia says with a small smile. “But you still haven't answered my question.”

"Oh, sure. When we met, she was in law school. I was in my third year, and she was auditing the class, before she officially entered as a student, of course.” Lana relates. “She was different from the other students.”

"Different? That can be taken as an offense…” Alexia says, hardening her gaze, making Lana nervous. The prosecutor did not think her description could be misinterpreted.

“T-That's not what I mean!” Lana exclaims, before continuing, in a calmer tone; “I was referring to her personality and character…She was strong…Willing to do anything to become a defense attorney. Anything…"

"Yes, I know that. I was just joking-” Alexia said, before being interrupted.

“That… was probably why she was attracted to me.” Lana concludes, leaving Alexia stunned.

“E-excuse me!?” Alexia says shocked.

“Intellectually attracted!” Ema corrects with a small smile. “Lana was the best in her class, being closely followed by Ms. Mia Fey.”

“I was the best there was.” Lana says proudly.

“Although in just a few months, the roles were reversed.” Ema whispers in Alexia's ear.

“A-Ah…” Alexia stutters in shock.

“By the way, I'm doing pretty well in school too!” Ema says happily.

“Ah okay, keep going like this and don't falter, okay?” Alexia says forcing a small smile. Emma smiled happily.

“Well, I see that you two had a very nice and affectionate relationship…” Alexia says, winking at the prosecutor. In which, a pink tint appeared on her cheeks, but it was difficult to see. “But now comes the most important question of this visit.”

"Which is?" Lana asks, regaining her posture.

“Will you accept my services as your defense?” Alexia answers, making Ema nervous.

“As you can clearly see, I am admitting my guilt. I think it's safe to say... that it is in no way in your best interest to take this case. None." Lana says seriously. “So… my answer is no.”

“That's a shame…” Alexia murmurs, who was already getting up. But hands that rested on her shoulders forced her to sit down again. “E-Ema?”

“B-but Lana!” Emma exclaims. Lana remains impassive.

“You... you were always like that, weren't you?” Ema growls in annoyance, before shouting. “You never think about anyone but yourself!”

Alexia could clearly see how that last comment hurt Lana, not physically, but emotionally. How? The eyes are good windows to the soul.

“I know you didn't do it, Lana, I know! So…Then how can you say you did?” Ema exclaims with tears running down her cheeks.

“Ema…” Alexia whispers, putting her hand on the little doctor's shoulder, as a sign of support.

“If I lose you... I'll be alone! “I… hate you, Lana!” Ema exclaims at the top of her lungs before bursting into tears.

Alexia quickly gets up from her seat and gently pushes her so that it is the little doctor who sits on it.

The “lawyer” kneels in front of the scientist, takes her hand, and rubs circles on the back of it as her soft voice becomes clearer and asks her to breathe.

“Ema.” Alexia says, somewhat nervous and reassuring, “Come on, Ema. “I need you to breathe.”

At this moment, an action as basic as breathing was so strange that not even Ema could understand her request. Nothing in her mind connects, she just misinterprets, spins, and focuses on the wrong details. Ema simply let out more sobs, full of pain.

Alexia's grip on Ema's hand becomes stronger, she becomes more insistent, but still with a soft tone. “Breathe with me, okay? Sshhh… Emma, it's okay. “Just…just breathe.”

Ema still looked like she wasn't quite sure how to do that, not until Alexia herself began to expand her chest to fill her lungs with air then she was able to remember what it's really like to breathe.

The first inhalation is shaky. The exhalation as well. It seemed that she barely was able to fill her lungs with some air. But the fact that she achieved it was already an achievement that Alexia seems happy with. So, she encourages her to keep going, so she tries again.

And again. And again.

“Okay, Emma. You're doing great. She just keeps going. Inhale… and exhale…” Alexia says with a small smile.

Her eyes blinks, increasingly slowly, as does her breathing. That was until she closed her eyes completely. The only support she had to stay seated was Alexia, in which Ema now had her head lying on her chest.

“(It looks like she fell asleep)” Alexia thinks, feeling quite sorry for the girl. “(I guess our presence will no longer be necessary here.)”

Alexia proceeds to take Ema's bag and hangs it on her, after which she picks up Ema in bridal style. The girl, for being only a little shorter than her, was quite light.

“(I don't know Ema's home address… I guess it's okay if I let her stay in the office until she wakes up.)” Alexia reasons, ready to leave. The only thing missing is to say goodbye to the former chief prosecutor. So, she proceeds to turn around.

“Well, I wish you luck with… your…” Alexia said goodbye, but she stopped when she saw how Lana was turning her back on her. "… What are you doing?"

“L-Looking over my options… and… I guess the option of having someone making sure the police don't play any tricks at my trial doesn't sound so bad…” Lana answers, although her voice sounded a little shaky.

“You mean you are requesting my services as your defense?” Alexia asks, raising an eyebrow.

“That's right, but don't lose sleep over how you’ll achieve a not guilty verdict. After all, your client has already confessed. The case is over.” Lana answers. “I just want you to make sure that no dirty tricks on the part of the police go unnoticed by the prosecutor on duty or the jury… Can I trust you with that?”

“Sure… it will be my pleasure, Miss Skye.” Alexia says with a small smile. It's not like Lana could see her either way.

“Well… I'll leave the rest in your care…” Lama says as she gets up from her chair and walks to the exit. But this one stops in front of this one. “…just like Ema…please…”

"What?" It was the only thing Alexia could say, but by that time, Lana had already left. The only thing I can do at that moment was let out a tired sigh. She looks askance at the part of the table on Lana's side, seeing how there were several drops of water on it... probably tears...

"(Lana has confessed to the crime, yes... But something doesn't add up. It's that look in Ema's eyes, her reaction to Lana's refusal... There's something else going on here... and I'm going to find out what!")” Alexia thinks determined. She glances askance at the sleeping Ema in her arms, before caressing her head with his. “(I swear I will… kitten…)”

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It is time for storytime with Bonzi and this time it is a parodic and funny dum dum story! Once upon a time in the land of the internet there was a crooked empire of an online dimension known as the world of the Daloli-verse, once it was a thriving place for online scumbags, now it was nothing but ashes and everyone had forgotten when Nathan had been involved in said storyline of said world (as they should, because he never was way) and within the seedy depths of Moron Barn and decaying remains of it was ghouls just wanting to go to heaven so they could die happily and they were sick of being brought back to life but the necromancies who were driven mockery, gossip, and unfiltered disdain kept bringing them back to life, Moron Barn had been nothing but a crumbling empire ever since its beloved cultic elder being known Terrance Ian Wamley was outed as a criminal for doing dirty things with his aunt, it had gotten to the point that even the ghosts of previous victims were wishing for the domain to die. From what once was a place dedicated to preying on the weak and nourishing themselves on tearing apart their chosen targets - there was now a cyber graveyard full of rotten ghouls, and and the only person who remained in this rotten decaying hellscape was Gerald—better known as MoccachinoGelatoJojo, he was a newbie and as such was not told not to dig up the past.

His latest obsession? Nathan, a quirky writer of monster transformation stories and an avid collector of monster figurines, he wrote about werecreatures, monsters, demons and even his own wacky friends which for some reason irked him, whether he just really had it in for him or just was jealous (or for other sad reason, maybe he just needed a reason to exist, he did not exist as a person, maybe he was just not there at all as a person, as are all antagonists)

“This guy writes about people turning into werewolves and lizard monsters,” Gerald sneered, typing furiously into a new thread. “And he’s got a whole video showing off his dorky monster toy collection. What a loser and lolcow ready for picking!” He pasted a link to Nathan’s video and hit Post. Gerald leaned back, satisfied. He opened the video for another round of mocking inspiration, smirking at Nathan’s passionate descriptions of his prized collection. “This one is a replica Freddy Krueger glove from Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge.’ ‘Woah, this lolcow actually thinks he has a real piece of elm street merch, how pathetic. ‘

But as Gerald clicked through the video, his screen began to flicker. The image froze on a particularly menacing purple gorilla figurine that looked like the Peter Jackson version of King Kong, its eyes glowing faintly. ‘What the…’ Gerald muttered, tapping his mouse and attempting to refresh his screen, only for it to show the same gorilla statue over and over. The screen went black, and a deep, theatrical voice boomed to him…’Hello there, looks like we have got a big dum dum here. And since I like to play with big dum dums, I am going to enjoy this one.’

With a pop and a cascade of glitter, the purple gorilla from the video sprang to life, stepping out of the monitor and landing in Gerald’s cluttered room. He wore a sparkling vest, a fez, and an expression of mischievous glee as he materialized near him and did a dance. ‘Hello there Gerald, you big dum dum. You look like you are about to cause trouble.’ ‘Who—what are you?!’ Gerald stammered, scrambling out of his chair.

“I think you know…”

“Know what?”

The gorilla bowed with a flourish. ‘Oh where are my manners? The name’s Bonzi! Genie, former spyware mascot, guardian of the weird and wonderful, and personal friend of Nathan and the lord and master of the internet!’ ‘Who is Nathan?’ ‘Oh you must surely know, because he is the man you have been mocking for his wholesome content this whole time, —the guy you’ve been dragging through the mud.” Bonzi leaned in, his green eyes glowing. “Seriously, dude, mocking monster stories and figurines? That’s just low. Then again you are a villain in this fic and villains in these fics only have one personality and that is unoriginal and annoying!’

Gerald tried to regain his composure. “Why do you care? It’s not my fault his stuff is cringe! And you're a stupid NFT.” Bonzi straightened, spinning his cane like a baton. “Oh, I care a lot, my friend. And you should feel bad for shaming him, you big dum dum!’ Nathan’s creativity brings joy to people and his fans like his transformations, even if they are weird. You? You just tear folks down for kicks and you are in the worst part of the online universe, the part of the online universe that should have been dead ages ago, I don’t know why so many sickos keep trying to resurrect these ghouls who need to pass on happily, but it is disgraceful, and hey, do not call me an NFT, you pathetic parasite of a human being! Time to see how it feels to be on the receiving end of some transformation magic!. Before Gerald could protest, Bonzi snapped his fingers and spoke a hypnotic chant. ‘Bad dum dums deserved to be punished, and you have been a bad dum dum. Bad dum dum!’ Purple smoke filled the room as Gerald’s body began to feel a weird series of odd changes ‘Wait! Stop! Do not do this, I am sorry and I am not just saying this to save my own skin like many villains in these fics!’ Gerald yelled, but it was no use.

His stomach gurgled and swelled up with fat as he began to feel really hungry, hair grew on his stomach as the buttons popped off his shirt one by one which made the purple gorilla laugh. ‘Oops, there go your buttons! Imagine your friends seeing this as you get fatter and fatter! This would make for a hilarious video and I would totally post it to my friends for them to see you get ridiculed and laughed at’, ‘Is this supposed to be karmaiac?’ ‘Yes, it is, my dearest dum dum!’ Next to this his arms swelled and broadened and grew hairs on them as he saw his hands enlarge, his fingers thickening and swelling, he looked at his hands and gasped. ‘My hands, they look so…’ ‘So big? Yes, they do. Perfect for a dum dum like you, I mean what human being would have a belly like that and hands that big, huh? None I know of, but plenty of dum dum were-aykroyds would, and you are one of them.’

He groaned as hairs crept up his hands and onto his chest and torso which thickened and swelled with fat, giving him a rotund body type that kept swelling and growing and pushing against his shirt, causing his shirt to slowly tear open in some spaces, he could not help but rub his stomach and make a series of of odd sounds, they did not sound like grunts, growls, howls or even yips - but rather giggly dum dum noises! ‘What is going on, why am I laughing so much?’ ‘Because dum dums are so silly they cannot help but laugh, which is what you desperately need.’ ‘But I am not…dum dum is so silly he cannot help but laugh! What the heck, did I just speak in dum dum talk?’ ‘Oh yes you most certainly did, it is your native talk after all.’ ‘But I have never been a dum dum were-aykroyd.’ ‘Oh but you have, do you not remember when you were young and Dumius took you in as one of his own? I remember it all rather clearly, as evil as you thought he was, he was actually helping you, helping you realize you were not made to be a human being!’

His body bloated up with more and more fart as his shirt slowly ripped apart, in addition to this his legs thickened and swelled, making it difficult for him to run away and even when he did attempt to run away, he fell down comedically and Bonzi laughed! ‘Oh you silly dum dum, always falling over and getting hurt.’ ‘I am not a dum dum, stop it, stop mocking dum dum!’ ‘Aaawv did the poor dum dum get his feelings hurt?’ he groaned as his shoes slowly ripped open, revealing his enlarged feet which were developing webbed toes. ‘Hey, stop that.’ ‘Stop what, playing with you? Oh but dum dums love playing. And you know that because you are one! You have spent your whole life being subservient to the wrong type of master, or rather the life that you pretended to have! You pretended to be human to your friends, your friends never knew you were not human. They do not know you are a dum dum.’ ‘But my friends would know if I am one, right?’ ‘Oh they definitely do not know that, and just be glad they have not found that out yet! You find that content like Trump rubber ducks and a lolcow obsessed video creator making videos about lolcows/victims commentating about their abuse to be funny, well it is not funny to people like my friend who have been abused!’

‘I did not know that he was your pal.’ ‘Well you do know and you should have known better. Luckily for you, said lolcow video creator is no longer creating that content nor has any memory of it - after all, he is a dum dum now and he got taken over by a dum dum spirit and he now serves Dumius too, just like you and it served him right for saying that Nathan would only bring around more harassment by mentioning his past, which was a dum dum thing to say!’ ‘Okay I admit that I did not understand Nathan has been through real abuse, I just thought he was trying to get attention.’ ‘That is alright, I did not know that Moron Barn still had members that were not transformed yet. You are lucky I did not have the ghouls come after you!’

“I realize that abuse is not funny now.”

“Of course you do, you never were into abusing other people were you?”

“Nope, dum dum does not remember that!”

‘Exactly!’ Bonzi crowed, doing a little jig as he spun around, laughing as he watched Gerald witnessing his own transformation, Gerald felt so embarrassed that he was liking the transformation and having fantasies about wanting his other former Moron Barn residents to turn into dum dum were-aykroyds too, as the only remaining members of that domain and the criminal organization it spawned, he realized he did not belong there, if anything he only pretended to be a human to hide his true identity and true origin, his true origin was that he was a dum dum were-aykroyd who had been abandoned when he was young only to be adopted by Dumius.

He remembered that Dumius adopted him and raised him as a dum dum were-aykroyd, yet his friends never knew he was really a dum dum were-aykroyd or that he was serving Dumius, so he had to pretend to be human in order to be conceived as normal by their standards (which he was anything but, being a were-aykroyd dum dum, he had the best of Aykroydian genes in him and he knew it, he had all the powers of a good were-aykroyd, only dumified versions). He felt even more embarrassed as his rear inflated, swelling and pushing against his jeans and tearing them at the back, giving Bonzi a glimpse of his shorts.

‘Ooooh nice shorts, I think Dumius would think you are very cute in those.’ ‘You are not supposed to look at those!’ ‘Oh am I? But you look so funny and cute in those shorts.’ Bonzi mocked and teased him as he produced a number of loud farts from his rear and he recorded several videos of Gerald farting on his phone and he posted it on his Youtube channel for all to see..’Now you will see what it feels like to be mocked and ridiculed for being an utter dum dum!’, ‘But this is not fair and hardly fun.’ ‘Well Moron Barn did not sound fun either. I mean abusing people for lulz and getting off on their misfortune does not sound pleasant at all, that is just dumb and mean spirited.’ ‘Dum dum is sorry, dum dum was just desperate for some people to interact with.’ ‘Perfectly understandable, and those friends likely did not know your secret and you felt bad about being a dum dum around them so you pretended to be human.’

‘True. Dum dum did not know any better.’ ‘And of course my dum dum knows nothing, he is a dum dum after all.’ ‘Dum dum only knows of Dumius, who is a good master and takes care of me.’

‘Of course and dum dum gets a lot of surprises too.’ Gerald groaned as his shoulders and back broadened as he grew to six foot one as his neck thickened and his face plumped up, giving him a double chin of sorts (and if anyone of you weight gain fetish artist wanna-bes are watching this hoping for fetishistic fat worship content, too bad you are not getting that tonight, so enjoy the nightmares you will be getting) as his hair lengthened.

‘Surprises? What surprises?’ ‘Dum dum gets all sorts of surprises, all just for him too including one very big surprise.’ ‘What very big surprise, could you tell me?’ “Your very own lulzy transformation into a were-aykroyd dum dum is going to be shown by me to everyone including your friends, it is the ultimate payback for you trying to exploit Nathan for lulz when he was just doing wholesome content. Now all those farts of yours are making you famous, watch!’ he showed Gerald the video he made of him farting while in mid-transformation, the numbers of likes the videos were getting were coming out in hundreds and people were even reposting and sharing it on social media for everyone to laugh at, for years Moron Barn had prided itself on performing sick and disgusting practices on its lulcows or ‘morons’ as they were called, performing experiments on them, worshipping them like gods and corrupting them into doing horrible things and performing sacrifices.

Now he knew how that felt, he felt awful, he felt like he had done something wrong…he realized that going after a harmless person who did nothing wrong was not right at all, he was just a dum dum were-aykroyd after all and he did not know any better (but luckily his master and only father figure, Dumius had taught him enough in terms of rights and wrongs so he could pick up the basics on what those meant!) and he needed someone to teach him. Of course that person to teach him would be Dumius the were-aykroyd master, who took him in and raised him after he was abandoned when he was young and how he was able to find himself getting along with him.

Gerald fell to his knees and began to sob asking…’Why do you act like I cannot do things by myself?’, he felt pissed off that he could not be trusted by himself. Bonzi crossed his arms, his grin fading as he looked over at him. “Because you are not fully smart enough to be able to do such things, everyone knows you are a minor antagonist, as a dum dum, you very much have a lot of training left to do before you can be as powerful as him.’

His eyebrows thickened as his eyes widened, one turning from brown to green in the process while his forehead elevated and his nose broadened and developed a cleft, his features shifting to look Aykroydian as his voice altered, sounding Aykroydian yet comical and funny. His memories and personality reset themselves, becoming that of his hew persona…’Dum dum remembers this now! Dum dum remembers you, Bonzi. You came and helped dum dum that one time!’ ‘Why yes I did, I helped you control your dum dum instincts and prevented you from harming anyone. Without your master, you need guidance and I am here to help.’

He looked at his computer, seeing his Moron Barn account and the information in general fading away into the proverbial oblivion, being replaced with new information and a new personal profile page focused on being a dum dum were-aykroyd, his loyalty to an online cult that did not even know his true nature had faded and all he needed was a master, Dumius to be exact. ‘There, that is better. Why were you hanging around with people who do not appreciate dum dums and swearing loyalty to people that would not even give you the time of day?’ ‘I do not know, dum dum does not know.’

‘Exactly.’ ‘Dum dum never knows.’ ‘But one thing I do know about my darling dum dum is that your master must be missing you and I can help you bring you back home to him.’ He used his magic to transport Gerald back to the were-aykroyd dum dum palace belonging to Dumius and oh boy was Dumius delighted to see his dum dum had returned!

Dumius was delighted to see that someone he considered a son was back and he was ready to take him back again, as the purple gorilla smiled because his job was done. Gerald was once again welcomed by the dum dum were-aykroyds, and forgot all about what had happened before (it was silly of him to try and pretend to be human anyway) and he became accepted for who he really was.

It was not too long until he fell in love with a female were-aykroyd dum dum and they started dating, they spent many nights together and eventually he proposed to her and they got married, they now live with Dumius in the palace and his wife now has several dum dum were-aykroyd babies that they raise as children.

And a happy ending was had by all and Bonzi smiled as he disappeared and flew off back to his spaceship HQ as all of the remaining members of Moron Barn forgot that Gerald existed before eventually being wiped out by a plague of dum dum were-aykroyds, and thus Moron Barn was eventually no more entirely, being overtaken by the dum dum were-aykroyd centric domains that were dedicated to the history of Dumius and his world.

Thus comes the lesson for today, do not be a moron on the internet or pretend to be someone you clearly are not because you will become a dum dum for real and it will be your real/true identity from now on!

[xhibitur]

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how are you finding ffxiv btw? curious to hear what you think of it so far if youre open to sharing!

i wrote up some early impressions here! tl;dr, it's got me good. the people who said i'd like it were absolutely right. i'm enjoying talking about it, so have some more

it's funny to see how many of the game's incidental quests follow the "you look like an adventurer" format. "you look like an adventurer, go save my cat from that tree," "you look like an adventurer, bring me a blue flower with red thorns," etc. it's a format i've been banned from using at my job - our narrative policy is that it feels gamey, and questgivers should always have a deeper reason to solicit the player specifically. that said, even the starting cities have a dizzying amount of sidequests, and you can't afford to be precious when you're writing at that scale. hat tip to the writers for having to come up with it all!

i mean, really, it blows my mind how much there is to do. i worried that i was chewing through the ARR story too quickly, but my friends keep saying this is only the beginning? omg

i find myself chasing a kind of roleplay that i haven't before: one that revolves around the game's time-of-day system. since cutscenes [in general - i guess some are forced] match the current weather and light, i've been scheduling cutscenes around what seems most cinematic or plot-appropriate. i waited until nightfall to do the greenbliss festival and hear the grand company speeches to make them more solemn. by coincidence, i fought foulques during a downpour, and it felt so much more dramatic. so did crossing thanalan at nigh noon. you know that bad thing that happens at the waking sands? i trudged all the way to the church alone in the dead of midnight afterward. now that's kino!!

oh yeah, those veteran friends i mentioned earlier? they're obsessed with which eligible bachelor i'll attach my character to. i'm so flattered. how can you not be. getting ubereats deliveries of "yeah, this one is a miserable bastard, you might like him." i'm told that the game implicitly encourages this sort of thing by stressing how much your player means to the major characters. no wonder you've all been having so much fun over here

i made some rookie mistakes in the character creator, so no screenshots yet ): thank goodness you get a free fantasia eventually

i have more details cooking, though. i see her as a fallen dragoon who thought she'd failed at being a hero and has been given a second chance. starting in gridania was less a "newbie lancer" thing and more a kurosawa "stranger comes to town and solves its problems by the sword" thing. she's also been forged-in-battle friends with raubahn for many years, and i've heard he gets a lot of story, so i'm looking forward to that.

don't worry, i've been forearmed about what happens-

[the vaudeville cane drags me offstage]

[cryleforhelp]

do you have any k2 fanfic recommendations??

HI ANO N Very honored u came to me for this lol i'm also going to be including fic recs my friends gave to me because i haven't been reading (ive been busy lately!) fic recs below the cut!

Mysterion Begins | K2/Kysterion | T | TW: None author: indirectkissesiniceland I'm still reading this! The chapters feel short but the pacing + story is so good. Kenny and Kyle's relationship in here is sooo ;;_;; it's so soft to me and I'm such a sucker for pining.

SUMMARY: Four years of college didn't get Kyle any closer to figuring out what he wants to do with his life, but his friend Jimmy pulls through for him with an opening in the newspaper office where he works. Newbies have never been known to get glamorous work, of course, and Kyle's first assignment proves it: a filler piece on a costumed vigilante calling himself "Mysterion." When a dangerous situation brings him face-to-face with the hero himself, however, Kyle—and the growing number of readers his articles on the friendly neighborhood superhero bring in—seeks the answer to a question that burns within him: Who is Mysterion? it's three am, i hope you're home | K2/Kysterion | T | TW: None author: JuniperTrees AGH.. SORRY I'M A SUCKER FOR KYSTERION. THIS ONE WAS VERY GOOD, I want to tell you my favorite part but I don't want to spoil it for you!! I think when you read it, you'll know which part it is (hint: it's near the end. LMFAO) SUMMARY: Kyle knows what he wants, but Mysterion keeps climbing in through his window. back to december | K2 | T | TW: None author: JuniperTrees AJGSKLKJHFG9AOJLGKHSHSJODGDKLHJSAGNBLDKFSHJSJGISLKBMSDHJSOIGKLSAGJNASKHSAJSGJSALDK TTHE Y FALL IN LOVE. AND THEY GROW OLD. AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. One of my favorite fics, I just really love seeing K2 grow up together and the way the author wrote it was phenomenal. SUMMARY: Kenny has always been involved with Kyle’s holiday celebrations in one way or another. Take Me High and I'll Sing | K2/Kysterion | E | TW: domestic violence, smut author: Courtanie sorry for being kysterion trash i didnt mean it. i actually really enjoyed this fic, i think the author did a great job on portraying kyle's character when it comes to him being concerned about kenny being mysterion (idk if that makes sense). it gave me a rollercoaster of feeLS and ugh... its... its soft. im so bad at giving opinions im sorry LMFAO SUMMARY: For far too many years Kyle has watched Kenny slipping in and out of his heroic persona, wondering each night if it would be their last together. But when it's his needs stacked against the safety of the rest of their town, finding common ground is far more difficult than either of them could have accounted for. Lionheart | K2, Creek | T | TW: None author: indirectkissesiniceland i haven't read this one, yet! though, my good friends recommended it twice AND it's by indi so i trust that this is v v v v good :) SUMMARY: For far too many years Kyle has watched Kenny slipping in and out of his heroic persona, wondering each night if it would be their last together. But when it's his needs stacked against the safety of the rest of their town, finding common ground is far more difficult than either of them could have accounted for.

Ok, Cupid It Isn't Funny Anymore | K2 | T | TW: None author: Courtanie this one is my favorite because i love the oblivious pining and k2 being the dumbest people on planet earth when it comes to each other. stan is so sick of their bullshit here KLJDSGLKSGJSDFLKJ SUMMARY: Years of sabotaging one another's dates and dancing around feelings have led Kenny and Kyle to fall into states of pitiable loneliness. Living under the same roof sure doesn't help the situation, but some vodka might. Playback | K2 | T | TW: None author: Corrupted_Quiet i love britney spears ok and kenny here loves her too. this is one of my favorite fics !! i hope you like it as much as i did too, i thought it was really cute and the way author uses music here is fun! SUMMARY: Kenny's always listened pop music, with its bumping beats, simple lyrics, and easiness at capturing the complexities of love. Sometimes he feels himself in those songs, especially when pining over Kyle Broflovski. No one else knows that part, though, secret kept between himself and his playlist of Britney songs. But one day, his music decides to stop playing quietly, and start blasting out of his head. Oh, baby, baby, how was he supposed to know?

Daywalkerpox | K2/Kysterion (Side Stendy & Creek) | E | TW: sexual content author: Zormikea THIS WAS THE FIC THAT MADE ME SHIP K2 EVEN FURTHER. I have to reread this fic because it's been a while but oh my god i could not stop reading it when i first saw it.. SUMMARY: It’s not love. It’s not affection. It must be a disease, then.

Kyle wonders if it’s curable. Kenny knows it isn’t. Peering Through Windows | K2, Cryle (Side Stendy) | E | TW: graphic depictions of violence, non-con, major character death, sexual content author: jwink85 PLEASE be super cautious going into this fic as it does include a lot of heavy topics and depictions of said warnings listed above. that being said, this was one of the first fics that i read coming back to the fandom (i found it through the animatic based off this fic LOL). personally i like it, i really enjoy the author's storytelling here and how she takes care of certain events happening in the fic. i get that this might not be everyone's cup of tea though! please note that craig here plays a heavy villain in this story and kyle is the victim of the villain in this story, so if they're one of your favorite characters and you don't want to see them this way i think it's best to avoid this one! SUMMARY: Kyle was so in love with the good doctor until he revealed himself to be a monster...by then, it was too late. Fell In Love with a Dead Boy | K2 | T | TW: None (character death but it's kenny's) author: spirograph I NEVER READ THIS ONE!! BUT MY FRIEND SAID THIS AS A RECOMMENDATION SO I'm going to put this down here for you! I hope you like it, anon! SUMMARY: In the 3rd grade Kenny dies for the first time. OKAY, I'll stop here. Let me know what you think when you read some of these, anon!!!!! if i had to suggest what to start off with first i'd suggest mysterion begins and/or daywalkerpox!!!!! two very very very good fics!!!!!!!! if i have anymore in mind, i'll reblog this with add ons!!!!!!!!!!! :DDD @herbietales and @allymumu helped me out with fic recs so if needed, you can ask them too!! <333

[suhtorus]

𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 — olympic team / fem reader

[ atsumu, sakusa, suna, kageyama, gao, bokuto, hinata, iwaizumi, oikawa ]

the stress of the first match seems to be taking a toll on the team's spirit, and you refuse to sit and watch them fail when you know you can be of help. but can you really handle all of them?

(or, where you end up having a gang bang with 8 professional volleyball players, and 1 athletic trainer)

⥅ word c. 7,928

⥅ warnings. sub reader, gang bang, foursomes, voyeurism?, fellatio, cum play, vaginal penetration, anal, unprotected sex, creampie, facial, size + stomach bulging kink, praise kink, mild degradation, double penetration, pussy job (for like, one second), double vaginal penetration, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, someone passes out, aftercare

⥅author n. brought to u thanks to this tweet + @kmorgzz​ who suggested adding iwaoi to the mix

special mention to my wife and love of my life, runa. @tsumue​ u had me laughing at 4am as i read ur comments in the google doc. i don't know what i'd do without u, tysm for beta and putting up with me for the past week ♡ 

ps. im v sorry if ur fave didn't make the cut (╥_╥) i added the ones im more familiar with, in terms of writing

if someone had told you you’d be attending the olympic games not as a spectator but as part of japan’s team, you’d have never believed them. but here you are, sitting in the same room with the most skilled players in the country as none other than their personal assistant.

“iwaizumi-san! do you think kageyama and i could pull off a quick attack right at the beginning of the set?”

“shoyo-kun, if there’s someone you’ll be doing the quick attack with it’s me,” atsumu’s eyes land on kageyama, smirking at the other setter from across the room, “right, tobio-kun?”

“you’re a disgrace.”

sakusa’s statement earns an offended scoff from the blond setter, the rest of the team rolling their eyes and sighing at the all-too-familiar scene.

“oi! we don’t have time for petty fights!”

after iwaizumi gets everyone’s attention back on him, he barely finishes explaining tomorrow’s match opponents and their plays without losing the team’s attention. he might be there to train them and make sure they’re on top of their game, but he knows when the team is lacking morale and, sadly, today’s one of those days.

the meeting is over and all of you go to the dining hall, fetching your dinner and sitting on your respective table with you right next to iwaizumi.

since you took that part-time job at the msby jackals, you quickly caught onto their small tics and tell-tale signs when something isn’t right. atsumu becomes a complete asshole which makes sakusa lose his temper sooner than usual. meanwhile, bokuto and hinata become very fidgety, often causing a bit of chaos around them as clumsiness radiates off of them.

when the national team was announced, you were offered the job as the trainer’s assistant—all thanks to the jackals who recommended you to their superiors for said position. your pay-check might say you’re just iwaizumi’s assistant, but you’re basically there to cover the needs of the entire team—all of them.

“iwa-chan!”

your head snaps to the side as a good-looking man takes the last free seat next to iwaizumi.

“aren’t you supposed to be sitting with your team?” iwaizumi asks him, taking a bite of his food while waiting for an answer.

the unknown man huffs exaggeratedly, rolling his eyes as he too starts to eat, “thought you’d miss your best friend.”

“hanamaki isn’t here.”

the stranger opens his mouth to reply, clearly offended by iwizumi’s words, when he notices you peeping at him.

“oh? hi! i think we haven’t met,” he shoots you a charming smile, bringing out his remarkably handsome features, “oikawa tooru, it’s nice to meet you.”

you introduce yourself, bowing at him and focusing back on your food.

both friends start to discuss tomorrow’s events, which inevitably brings out iwaizumi’s concern for his players.

“they seem off,” he’s playing around with the food as he stares at the players sitting in the table in front of yours, “i don’t know if i should talk to them or let them be.”

he’s clearly concerned for them, you can see it in his eyes—the doubt, wondering if he has been doing a good job with the team.

“iwaizumi-san, i-i… perhaps i could aid them this time?”

his head snaps in your direction, a mix of surprise and worry taking over his face, “no way, that’d be too much for you.”

oikawa’s eyebrows scrunch up as he observes you two but says nothing, choosing to listen attentively at you trying to convince iwaizumi while the latter sighs and reminds you that it’s not just the jackals this time.

it takes a while for iwaizumi to accept your offer, pondering the pros and cons, but he ends up accepting it; for everyone’s sakes.

“i’m lost.”

oikawa’s words make your insides flare-up, looking down at your hands in order to avoid looking at him, his curious eyes switching between his best friend and you.

iwaizumi ignores him, standing up from his seat and walking to the table in front of you with you and oikawa watching closely. the team turns to look at him, waiting for him to speak since it’s obvious it has to be something important by the severe look on his face.

“seeing as some of you are clearly out of it, our assistant here has very kindly volunteered to help you guys for tonight.”

a few heads immediately perk up, looking at you with bright eyes once you answer their silent question with a smile.

“please, be good to her. i’ll be there supervising anyways, so don’t think of trying anything funny.”

“oikawa-san! you’re coming with us, right?” hinata looks expectantly at said male, excitement clear in the redhead’s eyes, “she’s the best!”

both iwaizumi and you freeze on the spot, gauging oikawa’s reaction who only looks more confused.

“you’re welcome to join us, if you so desire,” it’s you who’s offering it this time, surprising iwaizumi and earning a worried glance from him.

oikawa can’t deny he’s dying to know what everyone’s so excited about, and after thinking about it for a few more seconds, he has made up his mind.

“shall we go, then?”

—

“alright, ground rules.”

just a handful of the team sits in the room, the ones who know what’s happening waiting eagerly for the green light while the rest wonders what the fuss is about. as much as you want to help them all, it’d be impossible; which is why iwaizumi picked the ones he thought needed the morale boost the most.

with a nod in your direction, he lets you know you’re free to speak.

“the jackals already know this,” you say and atsumu snickers from his seat, winking at you as hinata and bokuto nod excitedly, “but i’m not too strict about the entire thing.”

you can feel the pairs of curious eyes burning holes in you—trying to decipher what’s going on. so, after taking a deep breath and getting an awkward, encouraging smile from iwaizumi, you start voicing out the rules.

“please, be patient. there are so many of you and only one of me. i promise you’ll get your turn,” you give atsumu a pointed look, and this time it's sakusa who snorts while the blond setter rolls his eyes, “which brings me to the next rule, no seconds.”

a hand raises in the air, making you advert your attention to its owner. 

“i still don’t get what’s happening,” suna’s eyes narrow down at you, noticing the embarrassment and hesitation in your posture.          

“don’t worry, suna. we’ll show ya.”

“shut it, miya.”

clearing up your throat, you smile coyly at the middle blocker, “it’ll make sense once i finish explaining, suna-san.”

he shrugs but stays quiet. taking into account the jackals’ reactions plus the cryptic rules, an idea has already formed in his mind. but it couldn’t be that. right?

“uh, again, only one round. all entrances are fine,” you pause, going through the rules in your head to see if there’s anything you might be forgetting, “oh! and you’ll be paired up in teams of three to make things faster.”

“one more thing,” iwaizumi speaks up, this time looking at you instead of the awaiting men, “don’t forget to let us know how you’re doing.”

two loud claps break the tense atmosphere, “well, we should get started then,” atsumu raises from his spot and walks towards you. his hands cradle your face between them and lift it so you can face him properly, “what do ya say, princess?”

his lips land on yours before you can reply to him, a small squeal getting stuck in your throat when his hands travel down your body until he’s squeezing your ass.

you’re too caught up in the kiss to notice the new presence looming behind you.

“i’ll take your pussy before anyone can taint it with their dick.”

sakusa’s words make you shudder. you break apart from atsumu’s mouth to turn around and face him, his dark eyes alluring and drawing you towards him.

“oi, newbie,” atsumu calls out to suna who scoffs in return, “c’mere and join us.”

meanwhile, sakusa guides you to the bed, making you sit on his lap as you wait for the other two to show up. once they do, atsumu immediately settles behind you while suna stands awkwardly at the foot of the bed. it’s hard for you to read his expression since you’re not too familiar with him, so you offer him a reassuring smile and pat the spot next to you. 

the rest of the team watches from their seats as the four of you get started. 

suna lifts your chin, his eyes staring down at you before leaning down and kissing the corner of your mouth. he trails down your neck until he reaches your chest, sucking on the skin gently before running his tongue over the delicate area. in the meantime, atsumu unbuttons your blouse, taking it off and playing with your breasts while sakusa busies himself with taking your pants off.

“i get the hype, now,” suna whispers in your ear, blowing air on it and then biting down on your earlobe, making the hairs of your body rise.

his lips capture yours in a slow kiss —savoring your taste— and one of his hands goes to the back of your neck to keep you in place. his teeth play with your bottom lip, biting it softly and pulling away, his hooded eyes calculating your reaction.

“don’t get too excited, suna,” atsumu says from his spot behind you, pinching your nipples between his fingers and prompting a whine to escape your lips, “you’ll only get her mouth.”

“mhm, is that so?” suna’s question is directed towards you rather than atsumu, tilting your chin up and smirking at the dazed look in your eyes, “can’t wait to see that pretty mouth bulging with my cock, then.”

his lewd words earn a few coughs and clearing throats from the rest, which he chooses to ignore when your hand cups his growing bulge.

“enough you two, let the poor woman have a bit of pleasure too,” sakusa’s dark eyes look at you questioningly, silently asking if you’re ready to continue.

in return, you cup his face with your free hand and kiss his cheek—knowing he wouldn’t appreciate a kiss on the mouth when you just finished making out with another man.

they finish getting you out of your clothes until your bare cunt is hovering over sakusa’s lap. he’s quick to undress and ease his cock into you, suna and atsumu observing as they get rid of their clothes as well.

“fuck,” sakusa groans in your ear, the position allowing you to hide your face in his neck and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “always so tight.”

“scoot over, i need to prep her ass.”

suna snorts at atsumu’s words, pumping his cock twice before kneeling on the mattress—right next to you. he pats your cheek with the swollen head, looking down at you with a faint smirk.

“open up.”

your eyes immediately focus on his length, your mouth watering at the sight. you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, looking up at him and observing as he rests the tip on your tongue. 

“looking so pretty with a cock in your mouth,” he slowly slides in, guiding your head down until half of him is inside, “so warm.” 

a cold liquid dribbles on your backside, making you flinch forward and causing suna’s cock to slide in even more.

“relax, baby. it’s just me,” atsumu rubs the liquid on your asshole, playing with it with his finger before finally sliding it in.

your muscles contract involuntarily, making sakusa groan as he keeps still inside your pussy, waiting for you to grow used to the multiple things going on around you.

“hurry up before i start fucking her.”

a second finger slides in and you moan around suna’s cock, spit running at the corners of your mouth which reminds you to swallow. you hollow your cheeks and retract your mouth until only the tip remains inside, running your tongue over the slit and making the middle blocker shudder.

“someone’s hungry,” he muses.

you hum around him, bobbing your head back and forth and pumping the rest of his length with one hand.

“i’m gonna try get in now, okay?” atsumu taps your ass with his cock, lining it up with your asshole and thrusting in. he watches as the head of his cock finally slips in, groaning when the familiar tightness engulfs him, “that’s it, baby. doin’ so good for me.”

you have to remove your mouth from suna’s cock to avoid biting down on him, the stretch slightly more painful than pleasurable which eventually leads to you tensing up even more. 

“you gotta relax,” atsumu says under his breath, strained by the way you feel around his dick.

it takes you around a minute to calm down, taking deep breaths until you feel yourself loosen up and, with one last push, he’s finally inside.

“omi?” you say against his neck, “could you move a bit, please?”

said man grunts as he starts to move his hips, your slick helping his cock glide in, “color.”

it takes you a few seconds to understand what he meant.

“oh! uhh, green.”

atsumu’s thrusts are slow —testing the waters— since the last thing he wants is to get yelled at for being too rough, too soon. but you’re growing impatient, moving your hips backwards and trying to get more of him inside of you.

“m-more, ‘tsumu. i can take it,” you say and he immediately complies, his muscular thighs now slapping against your ass.

suna remains kneeling next to you, cock in his hand as he waits for you to bring your attention back to him. but he doesn’t have to wait too long, your hand wrapping around his cock and guiding it back into your mouth once you’ve set a steady pace with the other two men.

“thought you had forgotten about me.”

he pushes your hair out of your face, watching your lips wrap around his girth. it’s taking all of his willpower to not hold your head and fuck your face until you’re gagging around him, afraid it might be a big ‘no’ from you. and since it’s the first time he’s getting to experience this, he decides to take whatever’s given to him.

“you’re so wet,” sakusa points out as he looks down at where you two are connected, observing his cock slide in and out of your cunt, covered with your slick.

“‘course she is, she’s being stuffed by three cocks.”

“feels good…” your manage to say after releasing suna with a pop, pumping his shaft with your hand, “a-am i making you feel better?”

a hand lands on your ass, causing you to yelp and tighten your hold on suna’s cock. 

“what do ya think, hm? we’re getting our dicks wet in none other but our slutty little assistant's holes,” atsumu plays with your ass, squeezing it and humming when the imprint of his hands appears on the soft flesh.

“mhm, quite the slut you are,” sakusa whispers in your ear, kissing your neck afterwards, “as long as i get to make a mess out of that cunt of yours before anyone else, i will always enjoy these little sessions of ours.”

your eyes land on suna, waiting for him to say his thoughts on the matter.

his gaze drops to your hand, covered in his pre-cum and your spit which sends a jolt to his cock, making it throb in your hand.

“can’t say i hate it.”

you smile at his words, recognizing the challenge hidden behind them. your mouth wraps around the flushed tip, eyes closing when both sakusa and atsumu thrust up into your holes at the same time. you try to keep your hand steady as you suck suna off, but the lewd grunts and moans coming from them, plus their cocks filling you so nicely make your rhythm falter every once in a while.

a hand starts toying with your clit, causing you to moan around suna’s cock. the vibrations make him shudder, scowling at himself when he realizes his orgasm is approaching faster than he expected.

“fuck, fuck– princess? do you mind if i cum inside?” atsumu grunts.

your muscles clench at the thought of being filled with his cum, imagining the thick liquid oozing out of your sensitive holes only to stuff it back in with your fingers.

“y-yes, ‘tsumu. cum inside me,” you pant as your hands squeeze suna’s cock, pumping it faster as you notice his hips jerking towards you. you turn your face to look at sakusa, who has his eyebrows drawn upwards and his mouth open slightly as he too feels overwhelmed by the pleasure, “omi, you can cum inside as well.”

and he doesn’t need to be told twice, his large hands holding you by your hips so he can thrust his cock into your drenched cunt faster.

moans and squelching noises echo around the room. atsumu picks up his pace as he feels his orgasm approaching, his deep grunts fanning over your neck and taking over your hearing. the drag of sakusa’s pubic bone against your clit has you cumming shortly after. your head rolls forward as both men keep thrusting in and out of you, only stopping once their cum fill your clenching holes.

“shit– look at me,” suna orders you, and you barely have time to process what’s happening.

his cum lands on your face, his hand helping you pump his throbbing cock as the ropes of cum cover your skin. he exhales heavily once he’s done, brushing the flushed head of his cock over your swollen lips, and smearing the white liquid around them.

it’s silent for a few seconds, save for the heavy breathing and pants coming from your mouths.

“holy shit,” oikawa’s voice breaks the silence. his cock strains almost painfully against his pants at the sight of what awaits him.

“yeah, holy shit,” atsumu laughs off, brushing his hair out of his face with one hand as he massages the flesh of your ass with the other, “ya never disappoint, princess.”

with a grunt, the blond setter removes his softening cock from you, his honey eyes —plus a few curious ones— observing the way his cum dribbles out from your stretched hole. the same thing happens with sakusa, who lifts your hips off of him, his cock falling on his stomach and the mix of your slick and his cum dripping down on his length.

atsumu’s fingers immediately go to your cunt, pumping the juices back into you, “god, you love this. don’t you, baby?”

all you can do is whine, your hands clenching the sheets until he removes his fingers from your sensitive pussy, and stuffs them inside your mouth. 

“we all get a turn?” kageyama whispers not so discreetly to hinata, who only nods eagerly in return.

you lick atsumu’s fingers clean which earns you a radiant smile from him.

“here.”

suna has his arm outstretched, handing you a tissue so you can clean your face.

“thank you,” you take it from his hands as you climb off of sakusa’s lap.

you’re cleaning the residues of cum on your face when a hand falls on top of your head. 

“drink some water before you start the next round,” sakusa’s dark eyes suddenly seem warmer and kinder to you, patting your head before disappearing into the bathroom.

after tossing the used tissue away, you turn to iwaizumi and give him a firm nod.

“who’s next?”

your dazzling smile has the rest of the men in awe, silently praying it’s them who get to feel your body with their hands next.

“bokuto,” the wing spiker’s immediately perks up at the sound of his name, “you, kageyama, and hakuba are next.”

the three men raise from their seats and make their way towards the bed—towards you.

“hey, bo,” you offer a loving smile to him, “you ready?”

his strong arms wrap around you, kissing your cheek loudly and making you giggle, “it feels as if i’ve been waiting forever. of course, i’m ready!”

meanwhile, kageyama and gao stand at the foot of the bed, waiting for any instructions or a signal from you that could tell them when to start. luckily, you’re quick to notice their hesitation.

”is there a particular place where you want to be?” you ask them, looking specifically at kageyama and gao, since you want to make sure they feel included.

“dibs on your mouth!”

you blush at bokuto’s enthusiasm but accept his request, stroking his cheek as you wait for the other two to answer.  

“i’ll take whatever,” kageyama says and scratches the back of his neck.

“me too,” gao smiles and takes a few steps towards you, making bokuto move away from you. his large hand tucks one piece of your hair away, his eyes staring at yours before dropping to your lips, “although, i think i’d like it better if i had your pussy gripping my cock. wouldn’t you like that?”

he presses his front against yours, his erection poking at your belly which earns a small gasp from you. you have to stop yourself from taking a look at the tent in his sweatpants, trying to figure out how much of him there is hidden inside the fabric.

“o-okay.”

the middle blocker smiles at you before diving down to your lips. his hands grab your waist, lifting you up from the ground and making you wrap your legs around his torso. he gently places you down on the bed and kisses his way down your neck until his mouth is right above your erect nipple.

“hey! i want to kiss her too,” bokuto complains, “you can’t hog her like that.”

“s’okay bo, come here.”

he doesn’t have to be told twice, immediately climbing onto the bed and leaning down to kiss your lips.

you grab the back of his head and run your fingers through his soft hair, pulling on it gently which causes a groan to rumble in his chest.

a pair of hands slide over your legs, pushing them apart until your bare cunt is spread wide open for everyone to see.

“you’re dripping, babe,” gao murmurs over your nipple, giving it a light tug before flicking his tongue over it, “do you want my cock that badly?”

you can only moan and nod, your lips still busy with bokuto’s.

but there’s someone who still has yet to join you.

“tobio-chan, if you’re not going to do anything then let me take your place instead.”

oikawa’s words snap you out of your daze. you pat bokuto’s cheek signaling him to let go of you, and the same thing happens with gao as you try to sit up. your eyes fall on kageyama who stands at the same spot with a conflicted look and an obvious erection in his pants. 

“hey,” you crawl your way towards him and sit on your knees, “are you uncomfortable?”

his mouth opens but nothing comes out of it. he can feel the weight of everyone’s stare on him, making him look away from you. 

a few seconds pass and there’s still no answer.

“you don’t have to do this, you know?” you say in a small tone, slightly confused as to why he’s rejecting you, “i just thought… i could help you relax.”

he nods, still avoiding your gaze.

you take a look at iwaizumi –who looks as equally as puzzled as you– before looking back at the setter.

“do you want to leave?”

at this, his head finally snaps towards you, “no, i-” he pauses. his eyes are immediately drawn to your mouth, making him involuntarily wet his lips, “i want to stay.”

relief washes over you, a timid smile spreading on your lips which is quickly mirrored by him. you take his hand in yours and guide him to the other side of the bed, urging him to join the rest of you. there’s a hunger in his eyes that has your pussy dripping with your slick, a sigh leaving your lips when your back hits the pillows as you watch him take gao’s previous spot.

“kiss me, tobio.”

and he does. it starts slow, hesitant, but it soon turns desperate. his tongue strokes yours before sucking on it, spit coating your lips thanks to the messiness of the kiss. the strain of his cock inside his pants becomes too uncomfortable to his liking, causing him to start humping against you, trying to relieve himself.

noticing his predicament, you move your hand between your bodies and palm his hard-on. he groans against your lips, his hips jerking forward seeking more of your touch.

in the meantime, both bokuto and gao pump their cocks with their hands, having taken their clothes off while you talked to kageyama.

gao squeezes the head of his cock between his hands, pre-cum oozing from the slit as he imagines the way your cunt is going to grip him, “babe, you’re making us suffer.”

“get in line!”

“atsumu, shut the fuck up.”

“baby?” bokuto asks from where he stands, his own cock stiff and ready to be inside your mouth, “we don’t mean to be pushy, but do you think you could get to us soon?”

“bokuto-san, you’re going to break a rule!” hinata says, clearly concerned for his teammate, “be patient, remember?”

the rest of the team laughs and you can’t help but join them.

at this, bokuto pouts playfully at you, “you’re just teasing me, baby.”

“then come here,” you gasp when kageyama’s mouth sucks at the base of your neck, “y-you wanted my mouth, right?”

bokuto kneels next to your face, patting the leaking tip on your lips.

“i’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours and you’re going to take it like a good girl,” he says, his tone leaving no room for questions, “open.”

you comply immediately, lolling out your tongue and waiting for him to rest his heavy cock on top of it. 

the lewd sight in front of him makes bokuto shudder. his hands grasp your head, pushing you down his length until he feels your throat constricting around him.

“fuck– baby,” he grunts and gives a shallow thrust, “i know you can do better than that.”     

you try to relax your jaw so you can fit more of him inside of your mouth. but as you are about to graze your nose against his pubic bone, a finger runs between your folds causing you to flinch.

“i’m still here.”

gao’s tone sounds stern, even if a playful smile tugs his lips upwards, you can see the seriousness swirling in his eyes.

kageyama sighs and leaves your side, stepping away momentarily to take his pants off. 

the middle blocker takes it as his chance to settle between your legs as bokuto keeps your mouth busy.

“you’re drenched, sweetheart,” he muses, running his digits over your slit, “don’t worry, i’ll fill this pussy with my cock so well that you’ll be cumming in no time.”

your eyes travel to his shaft, watching as he pumps it twice before running it between your folds. your brows furrow when you notice how heavy it feels, making you wonder if it will fit in.

he lines himself up with your hole, pushing the head inside which is enough to have you whining around bokuto’s cock.

“you look so sexy,” bokuto groans, pushing your head away from him and watching your spit run down your mouth. he looks at kageyama who stands awkwardly with his cock in hand, “i guess we’re sharing her mouth.”

the setter’s eyes widen slightly before nodding, mimicking bokuto’s position and nudging his cock on your lips, “suck.”

your breath hitches at his order, caught off guard by his demanding tone. you grab his cock from the base and guide it into your mouth, pumping bokuto’s length with your other hand. you hum around kageyama, running your tongue over the head of his cock before hollowing your cheeks and sucking harshly on it. 

but your attention on them doesn’t last too long, the sudden feel of your pussy getting split open by gao’s cock taking it away.

“so tight,” he grunts, one of his hands running over the skin of your inner thigh until he reaches your soaking cunt. he pulls your folds apart, watching you struggle to take his cock inside you—no matter how wet you are, “i bet those jackals haven’t been fucking you like you deserve.”

“oi!” “not true!”

you free your mouth from kageyama and use both hands to pump his and bokuto’s cock, “s-so big, ugh-”

gao pushes more of him in, half of his cock already inserted in you. but he’s just so thick, so big, that you can’t help but clamp down your walls around him. his thumb starts rubbing circles on your clit, trying to relax your walls, as his other hand settles on your abdomen.

“you’re going to be so full of my cock that you’ll be able to see it,” he gives a gentle pat to your belly, “right here.”

your grip on the other two men tightens as gao finally bottoms out, a whine breaking through your lips at the stretch.

“if only you could see yourself,” his thrusts are lazy, mesmerized by the way your belly bulges when he pushes his cock inside you, “so fucking sexy with my fat cock inside your cunt.”

your lips wrap around the tip of bokuto’s cock once more, closing your eyes as pleasure clouds your head. he thrusts in, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

“good girl,” bokuto exhales, “taking my cock so well.”

you quicken the pace of your other hand, looking at kageyama as you obscenely suck bokuto.

the setter’s eyes refuse to leave yours, “who would’ve thought our assistant could be so naughty.”

“as if you’re complaining,” gao says, lifting your leg over his shoulder. the new angle allowing him to press his hips closer to yours.

“i never said i was.”

bokuto curses under his breath when you start sucking his balls, pumping the rest of his length with your hand and squeezing the head of kageyama’s cock with the other.

“you’re going to make me cum,” bokuto groans.

giggling, you lick your way up and run your tongue over the slit, “cum in my mouth.”

the sound of collective groans echoes in the room, a fair amount of players finding your words arousing.

“what a slut, let’s see if you keep talking when you’re covered in our cum.”

gao’s threat goes straight to your pussy, making you cream around his girth. the pace of his thumb on your clit quickens once he notices your walls spasming around him.

“ngh, fuck!” you’re breathing heavily by now, barely managing to keep the pace of your hands consistent, “i-i’m gonna… i’m gonna cum.”

“let go, baby.”

one of gao’s hands travels up your body until he’s pinching your nipple between his fingers.

“shit, shit, shit,” you’re thrashing underneath him, your cunt fluttering around his cock thanks to your orgasm.

kageyama’s way too focused on the way your face contorts in pleasure to notice how his hips have started to jerk faster. that is until the familiar coil suddenly snaps and his cum lands on your chin and part of your chest. 

“h-how did you get even tighter- hah!”

warm spurts of cum fill your cunt, the sense of fullness intensifying as gao frees his load inside of you.

“i’m cumming, baby. fuck, fuck–” bokuto chants your name as he too reaches his orgasm, quickly shoving his cock into your mouth and releasing his thick cum inside of it.   

you make sure to keep sucking him, milking his cock dry. once you remove your mouth from him, you bring his and kageyama’s cock closer to your face and pucker your lips, letting the mix of cum and spit fall on their cocks before giving a few kitten licks to the flushed heads.

gao starts to remove his cock from your insides, cursing at the state of your pussy once he’s finally out.

“holy fuck, she’s tightening around nothing.”

you let out a low moan when his fingers spread your lower lips, “t-too sensitive.”

“i think that’s enough,” iwaizumi intervenes, pushing him away, “color?”

“yellow,” but you continue as soon as you see his face become stern, “relax, i just need to calm down a bit.”

kageyama offers you a towel before awkwardly thanking you for your help. and after receiving a kiss on the forehead from bokuto, the three of them leave to go clean themselves.

“iwa-chan, why don’t you give her a massage?”

you let your body fall on the mattress, extending your arms above your head and moaning at the stretch.

“mm, that’d be nice.”

iwaizumi rolls his eyes playfully when he sees you pouting at him, “get on your stomach, i’ll be right back.”

in the meantime, oikawa and hinata take the spots next to you, eager to finally have their turn with you.

“you’re so pretty,” oikawa runs his hands over the skin of your shoulders, “those idiots are lucky to have you.”

your eyes start closing up, focusing on the feel of his fingers on your skin and making goosebumps appear all over your body.

“shoyo, we should help her relax too. don’t you think?”

you catch the suggestive tone in his voice, but his touch feels so good that you choose to ignore it.

both men start caressing your body, hinata’s hands paying special attention to your shoulders while oikawa pets your hair, murmuring sweet nothings. 

“you ready?” iwaizumi pops back into the room, a bottle of oil and a clean towel in his hands.

“mhm.”

the towel rests on your ass, iwaizumi’s warm hands spreading the oil on your back and rubbing at the sore muscles.

“does that feel good, princess?” oikawa asks when he hears you sigh. you are about to reply when iwaizumi hits a sore spot, a groan slipping past your lips and making the setter chuckle, “can you tell me your color now?”

“green.”

oikawa looks at iwaizumi and both men seem to communicate through their eyes, the latter smirking before going back to work.

at first, you don’t pay too much attention to his movements, choosing to focus on the pleasure. but then you notice how his hands seem to ghost lower and lower until he’s kneading your ass, the towel long forgotten.

before you can comment on it, he moves them to your thighs, massaging the soft flesh. it all goes back to normal –or so you think– until his hands reach higher and his digits start grazing your slit.

“hajime…”

“shh,” oikawa coos in your ear, pushing your hair out of your face and kissing your temple, “let him take care of you.”

iwaizumi inserts one finger inside your pussy, curling it until he’s teasing the spongy walls.

whines escape your mouth, your hands gripping the bedsheets which are quickly replaced by hinata’s hands.

“so cute.”

another finger slips in and makes you open your eyes, looking at oikawa helplessly, “o-oikawa-san-”

“tooru,” he interrupts you.

“tooru,” you try his name and he hums, letting you know he’s listening, “could you… uh, k-kiss me?”

“of course, princess.”

he leans down to capture your lips, swallowing your moans when iwaizumi curls both fingers and massages your spot. 

you open your legs, allowing iwaizumi to finger you better as you rut your hips on the mattress, rubbing your clit against the fabric of the sheets and chasing after your orgasm.

“iwa– faster, please.”

he complies immediately, causing wetness to gush out of your cunt and making the distinctive squelching sounds fill the room.

“i’m gonna– ah! i’m c-cumming!” 

“cum for me,” he encourages you, and that’s all you need.

you gush around his fingers, your slick coating them as you squirm under the gaze of the three men.

hinata tugs at your hand, pulling you underneath him and kissing you sloppily. you gasp on his mouth, caught off guard by the sudden movement but quickly melting into the kiss.

he blushes once he pulls away, “s-sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

“it’s okay, shoyo,” you breathe out, caressing his cheek, “want me to help you?”

he beams at your offer, nodding eagerly as he watches you climb on top of him. you straddle his hips and run your cunt over his cock, shivering when his length grazes your clit.

“do you want me to ride you?” you whisper, playing with his hair. 

“wait- i think i have a better idea.”

hinata lifts you from his lap and moves until he’s sitting on the edge of the mattress. he pushes your hips with his hands, turning you around so you’re facing away from him. 

“you can sit on my lap now.”

your ass rests right on top of his cock, but he hooks his arms on your knees, spreading you open, as he lets himself fall back on the mattress.

“what are you–”

“oikawa-san, doesn’t this remind you of something?”

said man laughs, “how could i forget? we had quite some fun back in brazil, huh?”

you’re visibly confused, looking at oikawa with furrowed brows, “what do you want to do?”

“say, princess,” his tone suddenly sounds too sweet for your liking, “have you ever had two cocks in one hole?”

your eyes widen, looking back and forth between oikawa and iwaizumi—who has ridden himself of his clothes and sits next to you, his thick cock in his hand.

“i’ll take that as a no.”

“can we do that?” hinata asks from behind you, his breath fanning on your ear, “we’ll be gentle.”

“there’s literally another free hole for you to use!” someone yells, clearly annoyed they didn’t get the chance to do it.

oikawa clicks his tongue, “where’s the fun in that?”

after taking a minute to think it through, you agree to their offer, “okay… uh- iwa?” you turn to look at him, “what about you?”

seeing as there’s no room for him to take your ass, his eyes land on your mouth. and with two taps of his finger on your cheek, he lets you know his decision.

“think you can suck me off?”

they’re all given the green light when you answer his question. hinata raises you from his lap, aligning his cock with your entrance before letting your weight fall on top of it. you groan at the familiar thickness stretching you nicely, missing the flash of hunger in the setter’s eyes.  

“my turn.”

oikawa presses the tip on your entrance, pushing forward and making room for his own cock.

the burn of having two cocks in one hole is new to you, but it’s surprisingly more pleasurable than you thought it’d be. you lift your eyes to look at oikawa, his gaze already locked on you, and you feel your pussy cream around their cocks at the lust in his eyes.

“enjoying yourself, princess?”

you moan when he bottoms out, watching the muscles of his abdomen contract and feeling his cock pulsing inside of you.

the thrill of being stretched by two cocks, at the same time, has your head spinning; your thoughts becoming lewd as you picture both men cumming inside you and globs of cum dripping from your abused hole.

“oikawa-san, did you feel that?” hinata asks. half-amused, half excited, “she’s squeezing us so well.”

“naughty, princess,” the setter grunts, “don’t forget about iwa-chan.”

you turn your head to face him, catching the irritated look he sends oikawa before looking down at you.

iwaizumi’s eyes immediately soften, but a smirk slowly tugs at the corners of his lips, “you seem busy.”

“there’s always room for japan’s national team athletic trainer.”

he can’t help but laugh, shaking his head at the silly title. he raises from his seat and settles himself above you, his cock hovering on your face and making your mouth water.

“whenever you’re ready.”

you don’t need to be told twice. grasping his thick cock with your hand, you lean forward and flick your tongue on the head, looking at him through your lashes with faux innocence.

“start moving,” iwaizumi hisses, the words directed at the other two men, “seems like she needs a little reminder of who’s in charge right now.”

oikawa and hinata look at each other with smirks on their lips. as hinata said earlier, they’ve been in this position before, so there’s no need for words between them since they both know what’s coming next.

hinata moves his head slightly to the side, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder and, at the same time, granting him the view of your cunt being filled with their cocks.

“look at her, oikawa-san” his eyes are locked on your pussy, captivated by the way you suck them in, “she looks so pretty with two cocks splitting her open.”

hinata’s lewd words prompt you to involuntarily moan, the vibrations landing on iwaizumi’s cock.  

“hmm, you like it when you’re reduced to nothing but a slut. don’t you?”

you blink up at iwaizumi as you keep bobbing your head up and down his shaft, opting to hum to let him know you’re not ignoring him.

but his words catch someone else’s attention.

“is that true?” oikawa asks, amusement clear in his voice, “you like being reminded you’re a whore? how much of a greedy slut you are by fucking an entire volleyball team?”

you’re speechless, his words –matched with his and hinata’s harsh thrusts– causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

“answer me.”

oikawa’s hand wraps around your throat, barely applying any pleasure but it’s enough to send your mind into a frenzy.

after releasing iwaizumi’s cock from your mouth, you take a second to swallow down your spit before answering him.

“y-yes, tooru. i like being treated like a slut.”

his eyes sparkle with mischief, pleased by your words.

“good, because that’s how you’re going to be treated from now on.”

a hand travels to your throbbing clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive nub.

“s-shoyo!”

“shh, it’ll make you feel good.”

something wet slaps against your cheek, “don’t get distracted.”

you nod and go back to sucking iwaizumi off, moaning every time hinata or oikawa hit a spot inside your cunt. you dare take a look at where your body connects with both men, and you catch yourself becoming entranced by the way their cocks slide in and out of your pussy so easily.

you are familiar with hinata’s cock, but it’s nice to see the contrast between the two of them. while hinata’s length is thick and veiny, oikawa’s leans towards the slimmer side—but still with a considerable length. either way, both men manage to hit those sweet spots inside you and make you see stars. 

“shit– princess,” oikawa falters a bit when he feels your walls fluttering around him.

“we can cum inside you, right?” hinata asks, sensing his orgasm approaching. after all, he had been waiting for his turn for around an hour.

you pull away from iwaizumi, a string of spit connecting your lips with his cock and causing it to twitch at the sight.

“you can cum wherever you want.”

“oh? the team’s cocksleeve,” oikawa adds, “i see.”

iwaizumi chuckles, combing your hair out of your face and pushing his cock back into the warmth of your mouth, “you like that nickname, sweetheart?”

with his length still in your mouth, you manage to hum in affirmation.

hinata’s pace on your clit quickens as his hips jerk faster, your cunt squeezing their cocks even more in return, “i’m cumming, ah– i-i’m gonna cum!”

he manages to say before you feel him twitch inside you, pumping his cum into your walls. the fullness plus his rapid movements on your clit cause the familiar warmth to take over your body. but it’s your fourth orgasm of the night, and before you can warn anyone, liquid spurts out of your cunt.

you squirm on top of hinata, gushing around his and oikawa’s cock while your mouth remains occupied with iwaizumi’s.

“holy shit.”

both oikawa and iwaizumi cum at the sight of you squirting before them, observing the wetness soaking oikawa’s abdomen and running all the way down onto the bedsheets. they groan as they feel their load releasing into you, oikawa filling your tender cunt while iwaizumi fills your mouth.

you try to swallow a bit of iwaizumi’s cum but it’s useless. your chest heaves in exhaustion, your eyes closing involuntarily as you’re being hit with wave after wave of fatigue.

“hey,” oikawa winces when he removes his cock from you. he shoots a worried glance at iwaizumi before he’s leaning forward so he can take a closer look at you, “princess? how are you feeling?”

iwaizumi nudges hinata with his knee, wordlessly telling him to let go of you.

the following moments become a foggy mess, your mind barely registering the pair of arms wrapping around you and carrying you somewhere else.

all you can feel is tiredness, and the dampness between your thighs, before you finally pass out.

—

consciousness slowly makes its way to you, replacing the sleepiness and making you aware of your surroundings as a familiar soreness sits heavy on your body.

in an instant, flashbacks from the previous night run through your mind.

you grip the duvet and push it away from you, only to notice the set of clothes you’re wearing: an oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants that clearly don’t belong to you. but you don’t have time to dwell on it, the sound of your ringtone blasting all over the room and making you scramble around the bed so you can answer the call.

but it’s of no use when it goes to voicemail—you were a bit too late.

when you manage to find your phone, you tap on the screen to see whose call you just missed.

‘hajime’

your fingertips hover on the contact name, debating between returning the call or wait for him to call you again. but a few notifications pop up at the top of the screen signaling you have three text messages from him.

hey, i guess you’re still asleep. don’t freak out when you wake up, you deserve the rest so it’s okay if you stay in bed. i left your breakfast on the nightstand and you can always call me if you need anything else.

and i thought you’d like to see this.

there’s a link attached at the end of the message.

you click on it and wait for the page to load, tapping your nails on the back of your phone anxiously. a headline in big bold letters takes over the screen and you have to stop yourself from squealing.

‘japan men’s volleyball team makes it past the first round.’

you start scrolling down the article, reading how spectacular the match was and how the entire team seemed to be in their best shape. you feel your face heat up when you read the argentinian team won their match too, with multiple comments praising oikawa’s performance.

with a smile on your lips, you go back to your messages to type a quick reply to iwaizumi. only to notice you have one more text from him.

it’s our turn to take care of you.