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albatmobile · 10 months

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and even when the sky falls, I’ll be there pt. 3

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𓅪 Rated: M | 3.1k includes: angst, fluff

𓅪 established fem!reader x jason todd, fem!reader x roy harper, eventual fem!reader x Jason Todd x roy harper

The earthquakes start that same night, taking down entire cities as unstable energy from Earth’s core is released into the mantle.

Time is never guaranteed, you know this, but you still can’t help but wish for just a bit more of it.

“Flash has been in the speed force since this morning.” Roy hesitantly tells you, not sure if you’re in a state to hear it, but the fate of the world was hanging in the balance. He needs you to come back to him. He needs you to be present.

There’s no more time for you to wallow in your zombie-like state.

Batman’s called an impromptu meeting and you don Catwoman’s leather bodysuit for the last time. Roy, the kind man he is, had washed it at some point, so it’s no longer stained with your lover’s blood, though the fibers still carry it deep in their threads. In this way, it’s a deep-set, stubborn stain and a morbid reminder that death doesn’t leave so easily.

“You know, you wear it better than she ever did.” You snort lightly, knowing he’s just trying to get your mind off of what happened last time you’d worn it. “Sorry,” He sighs. “I’ve, uh, never been too good at goodbyes- not that this will be one, though!” He hastily adds at your quirked brow.

“It’s been a crazy ride. No matter what happens, I’m glad we had these few weeks together.” His eyes twinkle, sending your stomach into a frenzy of butterflies. “It’s been… a gift.”

If there was any way to say fuck-all and stay with him in this safe haven, you’d take it in a heartbeat. Anything to stay with him for just a moment longer without the fate of the world weighing down on you like a thick smog.

“It has.” You nod, taking his hands into your own. “But it’s not over yet, remember?”

That’s exactly what he’d told you during the last battle. After all the support he’s given you, now it’s your chance to return the favor.

“Of course,” He sighs. “Even if it is us just waiting around to see if we die or not.”

You snort lightly, “Yep. At least we’ll be the first ones to know.” He winces slightly, causing you to pout. “I was just joking.”

“It’s the truth, though. We’re all relying on that replacement core, but what if it doesn’t draw enough energy to replace what Apokolips has already destroyed of it? What if, no matter what, we’re fucked?” He rubs at the crease in between his brows. “We can’t ignore the fact that Superman doesn’t have the composition to get anywhere close to the heat that surrounds it anyway. It’s like the more I think about this plan, the more holes I find in it. It’s essentially all relying on this damn suit.”

Whatever remains of your heart breaks. You’ve never seen Roy so disheartened.

Batman, alongside Superman, has created a replacement energy core using an energy-secured capsule that can hold Captain Atom. Superman will then get into a specialized suit that will, hopefully, allow him to withstand the environment and radiation surrounding the Earth’s core. Batman only had time to create one suit and the fate of the world is relying on Superman alone to get the replacement core into place.

You just hope it’ll be enough.

It’s a plan with many flaws, as Roy’d pointed out, which does nothing to calm your nerves, but you’re determined to remain as upbeat as you can. Even though it might be your last hour on Earth, at least you’re here with Roy.

Flash is set to return from The Speed Force, but the big leagues aren’t waiting around to see if it’s going to work. Rather, Superman and Batman are busy bustling around your new base of operations in Happy Harbor. They’re hoping to use the volcano at Mount Justice to more easily infiltrate down to the Earth’s core.

Heat-resistant drones were inserted into the volcano’s branch vents and have been digging down through lava chambers and through to the mantle. At this point, they haven’t stopped digging since they started, which was a week after you’d lost Jason. Even in this short time, the few remaining drones are nearing the outer core and are set to shut down a few miles short of breaching it.

When you actually get to the main scene, Captain Atom is already fully integrated into the replacement core with Batman helping Superman suit up.

You watch as Batman points out certain switches and buttons as he straps the man of steel into, well, a prison of steel. The bulky suit seems to be the base of the suit Batman had used to fight Superman all those years ago and the irony doesn’t seem to be lost on either of them.

It’s not exactly the same, though. Batman’s been tinkering away at the suit ever since he’d finished the drones, modding it specifically for the obstacles of the mission. The most significant change is the addition of nth metal, compliments of Hawkgirl and the Thanagarians, to the already titanium exterior in hopes that it’ll be enough to withstand the extreme heat.

Then it’s time.

Batman nods once, but Superman seems to understand after years of knowing the man of such few words.

Everyone’s gathered on the platform stationed at the mouth of the volcano, but Roy tugs you away.

It’s hot as fuck up there, so you don’t complain when he leads you down to the beach below. There are a few stragglers hanging around in the vicinity of the dirty, soot-covered sand the two of you plop down in, but they’re far enough away that they can’t hear you.

“It could work.” You say though you can hear the dregs of doubt that litter your words. “It, at least, seems more solid than what I’d originally thought coming in here.” You school your voice better this time and Roy has the decency to nod, if only to quell a tiny bit of your anxiety.

The sand you’d scooped up streams through the cracks in your fingers into little piles in front of you and Roy. It reminds you of an hourglass and the heavy feeling in your stomach that follows stops you in your tracks. Your soot-dirtied palm stills midway from picking up another handful of sand.

You already know your fate is just around the corner and you will come face to face with it in mere minutes.

You are not afraid.

Scratch that-.

The Earth rumbles out another, albeit marginally smaller, earthquake that has enough force to Roy cover you with his body.

When the shaking subsides, Roy’s arms still remain around you. You relax into his hold but nudge his head with yours until he finally shifts back enough to come face-to-face with you.

“I…” He huffs and his eyes crinkle slightly in the process out of aggravation, “I’m not good at this kind of thing.”

“So you keep telling me,” You tease through the steady forming tears in your eyes.

He wipes your tears away before they can even spill, “Please don’t cry, gorgeous.”

“Sorry,” You apologize with a tiny laugh.

His touch on your cheeks lingers until he gently caresses your cheek, “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

You nod, “I…”

I love you.

“I know.” His eyes search yours earnestly, “I want forever with you too.”

Your happy laughter bubbles into tears when the weight of the situation settles on you again. Roy has a habit of taking you out of your worrying, but it doesn’t mean he can completely prevent it. At least not forever.

You can’t help it, but you break down. Roy’s right there to keep you together.

Moments pass, looking into each other’s eyes. You don’t know how long it’ll take, but you try not to think about it and fight your racing thoughts to remain in the moment.

It feels like hours and nothing at all as Roy holds you close, hands sifting through your hair like it’s the only thing keeping him present. Waiting is a constant debilitating, internally wrought, sickly dread that consumes every sense with tar-like tentacles. With so much riding on this one plan, it’s hard not to let the worry consume you while the seconds heavily tick by.

Screams.

Roy releases you momentarily to search around.

The others on the beach come closer to ask if you know what the screaming’s about, but you hardly know anything that’s going on.

“Did it work?” You ask, but it seems like everyone’s just as confused as you are.

Heads turn as everyone looks around for answers but find none.

There’s a huge rumble that’s grand enough to send boulders tumbling down to the beach. The loudest thunder you’ve ever heard in your life crashes against your eardrums, washing directly over Roy’s rampant concerns.

“That one side of the mountain is going to cave in.” He repeats again, shaking you to gain your attention.

He doesn’t need to say anymore for you to realize what it means.

It didn’t work…

Why isn’t it working???

Wonder Woman drops off Batman and the other League members onto the sand while rocks on the other side continue to tumble. Everyone from retired superheroes to mutant kids who look fresh out of elementary school scatter around frantically, looking for some kind of direction, some kind of plan B but there’s nothing of the sort.

The Amazon flies back up one last time to grab the last remaining member from the platform.

“Superman’s vital signs cut off,” Batman states gravely once his feet hit the unsteady ground.

“What are we going to do?” Wonder Woman trails off, looking around for an answer, but there’s none to find. “Is there anything we can do?” Her voice grows increasingly worried, which does nothing to quell the sinking feeling settling uncomfortably in your stomach.

The rumbling only continues to intensify.

Batman’s silence is deafening.

You’re fucked. You’re all fucked.

After all this bullshit, after all this fucking planning and you��re still fucked.

Roy seems to understand this at the same time you do because he focuses his attention on soothing you, “I’ve got you, baby. I’m right here.”

He looks awkwardly toward Batman for some reason, but you can’t dwell on it long. Hell, you can hardly question it when you only have mere moments left with him.

You waste no time in capturing his lips with your own before he can say some dumb shit like, ‘It’ll be okay.’

You don’t care about the stragglers on the beach, it’s your last fucking moments alive and all be damned if you aren’t going to get some sort of fucking action.

You forcibly push Roy backward, laughing when he lets out a shocked, not to mention disappointed, grunt when his ass hits the ground. He doesn’t have time to question the action before you’re climbing into his lap and guiding the rest of his body down to the dirty sand below.

You take a moment to appreciate his mundane beauty that seems nearly ethereal to you in your last moments. How the clouded sky does nothing to dull his radiant, effervescent charm. Your fingers trickle through his soft hair as the fiery strands tangle with the particles and scattered shells that litter the beach below.

It’s hard to close your eyes because you want to revel in Roy’s beauty forever, but, nonetheless, they slide closed as his mouth moves slowly and tenderly against yours. It’s the last thing you’ll ever do and you know it, so you breathe your remaining life into the kiss until Roy’s responding just as desperately.

His hands shamelessly move from the small of your waist to the globes of your leather-clad ass with a wanton moan. You find yourself inadvertently bucking into him when you hear a cacophony of screaming.

“YOU HAVE TO GO BACK!” Wonder Woman’s yelling from somewhere close beside you, “GO BACK AND STOP THIS!”

You gasp, trying to pull away, but he pulls you right back in to prevent you from seeing whatever horrors were descending. Tears trail from your cheeks to splatter across his freckled ones as you force yourself to focus on his tender touch.

“GO BACK!” More desperate pleas join in.

The screams only continue to get louder and, this time, Roy finally pulls away.

A burst of red and yellow comes into focus and stops right in front of your tangled pile of limbs.

Flash.

“Uh,” He scratches at the back of his head, looking around confused. “I don’t think that worked.” He puts his hands on his hips as he faces Roy and you again. “The world is still ending and shit, right?”

Roy nods, unable to formulate a further response.

Wonder Woman and Batman sidle up to the group. Her panic is palpable enough that Flash backs up when she reaches him.

Her strong arms grip Flash by the shoulders, “It didn’t work. None of it worked.”

“You need to go back and stop this all from ever happening, Barry.”

Barry?

Panic sets in as her words settle over you.

You pull away from Roy’s bruised lips realizing you aren’t ready to give this all up. You don’t want to remove what happened between the two of you from existence.

You can’t.

One look down at him proves he’s already thinking the same.

“You can’t!” You say helplessly before you can even realize the words have escaped.

Both of them turn their attention to your precarious position with confusion written all over their faces.

Flash looks down at the two of you, still in each other's arms, with obvious hesitation, “Aren’t you, er, weren’t you with Red Hood?”

You hope the glare you give him is enough to kill. Well, maybe not actually because he’s essentially your last hope, but still, the sentiment remains.

What confuses you even more is Flash also looks awkwardly at Batman as he addresses your new relationship. Batman, though, seems more preoccupied with saving a group of remaining League Members from debris coming from the collapsing mountain.

“Seriously?” Roy sighs, finally releasing his hands from your ass to help you stand on the shaky ground.

“What?” He at least has the decency to look somewhat abashed.

“Barry, I’m like 50% of the reason she’s even still breathing right now. It killed me to see someone I cared about, to see her, like that.” Roy shook his head. “I wanted to help however I could. For Hood’s sake and hers. And, y’know, maybe selfishly my own too.” He looks down in shame, but you’re right there with a comforting squeeze on his bicep.

At this Flash’s, well, Barry’s face falls. Even Wonder Woman looks at you with that same pitying look you’ve resented all these weeks.

“Don’t worry,” He tries to calm the lot of you, though his confidence, or lack thereof, leaves something to be desired. “I’m going to fix this. I’m going to fix everything. I know what I need to do.”

It does just the opposite.

“You see,” You sigh, looking at Roy from the corner of your eyes, “There’s a slight problem with that.”

Wonder Woman glares at Flash, “We’re running out of time. There are no more ‘slight problems,’ only the main, big one.” She motions aggressively to where Batman stands solemnly overlooking the remnants of his failed plan.

He makes to run off, but you can’t let this be it.

You won’t allow it.

It’s a knee-jerk reaction, one you don’t even realize you’ve made until his red costume is firmly clenched in your grip.

“Wait!” You grab his shoulder forcefully, all while scanning around the area desperately, “Who has paper?”

You look to the ground, noticing all the loose paperwork that litters the ground and waste no time gathering it up.

You see The League’s crest at the top of the page and assume this will be enough to convince Jason that, yes, this is real. You don’t have any time left to search for a pen and realize there’s only one way you’ll be able to write anything. If anything, again, it’ll only cement to Jason that, yes, this is actually you writing this to him.

Wasting no more time, you remove Catwoman’s mask from your head.

You rip one of Roy’s arrows from his quiver and cut a long, shallow line right above your eyebrow, using the excessive spillage as ink with your finger as the quill. As savage as the spot you picked sounds, it’s actually a lot less painful and more bountiful than cutting anywhere else. Anywhere else, like your finger, wouldn’t have produced nearly enough to write what you need to say with such little time remaining.

This doesn’t stop the Flash and Roy from staring at you in absolute horror as the entire right side of your face is coated in a curtain of crimson.

“Babe, what the fuck?” Roy’s worried eyes bear into yours. His voice is slightly guarded as he rips the arrow out of your hand, wincing at the blood that drips from it as he does.

“What?” You look up from the beginnings of your crude writing, “We’re all about to die in this timeline regardless.” You shake your head like it’s the most obvious thing in this ending world. “I need myself to know that you took care of me.” You look up shyly, “That you love me.” You hold back your tears for the league member’s sake and continue writing.

When you’re done, you hand him the wet paper with your clean hand. Flash stays for a brief moment more, watching as your attention settles fully on the redheaded man next to you.

Roy wastes no time in gathering you in his arms, drawing you into a chaste kiss with his chapped lips, causing your heart to swell at the bittersweet situation. The kiss quickly deepens into something more passionate, like he’s draining all the life he has left into it, into you.

You look around at the remaining members as they take in their final moments, then focus back in on Roy. Your rock, your love.

“I should’ve done that when you first asked me last week.” He chuckles somewhat bitterly.

“Oh, you’re telling me?” You laugh with tears in your eyes as your lips meet again.

The world is ending.

The world is ending and you have Roy.

You pull away from his lips, opening your eyes just in time to see a white flash spawn across the expanse of the sky and consume just as fast as it’d appeared.

It’s actually over.

A/N: I'm a loser if u wanna know my calculations for how long it took superman to reach the core check out the author notes here n maybe show my ao3 a lil love lol

next chap is the last one!! (i had to split it in two bc the next scene is so long lmao)

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#reader x jason todd x roy harper #reader x roy harper #reader x jason todd #jason todd x reader #my fic: sky falls

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gremlinbabe · 8 months

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Stiles/teenwolf headcanon /ficlet?: Stiles can’t shoot to save his life but you know what he is good at… 👀 Rigging.

(Canon divergent/everyone alive, everyone is 18+ , & pack includes: Derek, Erica, Boyd, Issac, Lydia, Danny, Jackson, Kira, Scott, Jordan, Allison, Maila, and Cora)

So good in fact that applies his knowledge from making traps, pulleys, and fixing many a broken possessions for the pack over the years into more educational, experimental, and artistic purposes.

He starts his practice in classes and test his skills on mannequins. He gets praised by the teacher so much on his quick uptake that it motivates him into pursuing the skill more professionally.

He gets so good that he eventually becomes an assistant eventually and even further down the line he’s asked to teach the class or take over by the teacher.

And this is all good and fine until unbeknownst to him one of the pack members finds out (Erica, Lydia, or Danny) and spills the beans.

About half the class is full and stiles is waiting on the other half when the entire pack (using fake names to infiltrate the class) shows to the class & starts bombarding him with questions. Fixating on him like a new chew toy before he cuts them all off saying “This is my profession. And you will respect the effort, time, and passion the people here and myself put into this business. This is an art and you will respect it and my time. i take pride and joy in this job and all of the art and beauty that goes into it. So if you guys aren’t serious about it you have to leave now!” He chews them out. And the pack all rightfully look ashamed. But he wasn’t done and continued saying “if any of you are interested you can stay but as punishment for interfering with the class and wasting peoples time whoever stays can randomly get selected as the rope bunny for the duration of the class.”

The silence that followed was deafening but the pack members were all still curious enough and still guilty over their disrespect of his craft, that after a bunch of looks shared between all the members they decided to stay to see stiles’ skill in his craft.

A little shocked that the pack as a whole decided to stay he decided to set some more rules down. “Since the whole lot of you decided to stay and take up about half the spaces in the class we’ll do a name draw for now and next week whoever walks in last will be my rope bunny.”

The class goes fairly smoothly. One of the random students were selected. The pack finally got to see stiles in his element and he might show off a little for his pack but it went well. By the end of the class he answers all of their questions and shoos them out. Pleasantly surprised to see all of them filing back in the next week. And stiles was true to his word.

The last pack member to walk in was Derek. Too caught up on something with his phone he hadn’t realized he was the last pack member to walk un. “Alright tall tan & muscular you’re my rope bunny for the day so off the phone ”

Dereks neck snaps up to see who stiles was talking to only to realize it was him. stiles never thought he’d see the day that man’s face turn that shade of red.

Oh. This is about to be a interesting class.

#teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek #teen wolf movie #derek x stiles #malia hale #malia tate #cora hale #lydia martin #jackson whittemore #kira yukimura #scott mccall #danny mahealani #allison argent #jordan parrish #erica reyes #vernon boyd #issac lahey

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shinobusupremecy · 2 years

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Hello! good good! How are you? I wanted to ask you for a request about the alphabet for the special . When I have clear time this , well swria C,S,X,Z. Thank you very much and have a nice day!!! well I hope I sent through the correct channel hahaha.

Shinobu x gn!reader fluff alphabet (C, S, X, Z)

A/N:Mhm! This is the right chanel! Thank you very much for stopping by and come again whenever! You have a nice day/night too!

I would also like to announce that I’m gonna take a vacation so I maybe won’t post anything while I’m there, we’ll see.

Two of the letters here were in the yandere fluff post but I will write it anyways

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

🦋- Shinobu likes to cuddle but she’s just so busy so she almost never has time to. When she does have time to cuddle then she will usually wanna be the big spoon.

🦋- She wants to feel like she can wrap her arms around you and protect you. When she’s in her more soft mood then she will be the small spoon.

🦋- She likes the feeling of your arms wrapping around her, she feels very safe and loved.

🦋- If you ask her to cuddle she might tease you a little, but it’s extremely lighthearted since she would never wanna make you afraid to ask her for cuddles

🦋- You two often cuddle when you two are going to bed, when Shinobu is done with her work, when she is tired or you or when you two have a day off.

🦋- I feel like she likes spooning, when you two lay face to face on your side and hug eachother, legs entangled with one another. She likes to see your face and give it some kisses.

🦋- Another cuddling position she likes that doesn’t happen as often as the other two is just when she can lay on your chest and you can draw patterns on her back or just wrap your arms around her.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

🦋- Very protective. She tries to never overstep any boundries but so etimes she really can’t help it

🦋- It doesn’t really matter if you’re a demon slayer or a citizen, she’ll be protective of you anyways

🦋- Since you’re a demon slayer maybe you can get hurt by demons and if you’re a citizen…you can still get hurt by demons. Guess there’s no escaping getting hurt by demons.

🦋- Usually when you go out at night Shinobu will accompany you no matter what. It’s like Shinobu has a sitxth sense or something. When she has a feeling you’ll go out at night for whatever reason it’s like she just drops everything and bolts to you.

🦋- Of course demons are not the only threat, people are too.

🦋- If you ever stumble to a suspicious person Shinobu becomes very wary and if that person is starting to bother you then Shinobu will take action.

🦋- It usually starts with warning the person to back off and leave you two alone but if the situation escalates then Shinobu will pin the person down or something along the lines of that.

🦋- But when she protects you from a demon? She is way more brutal.

🦋- She will use one of her most deadliest and painful poison on the demon making sure it suffers greatly for even thinking about hurting you. Doesn’t matter if you’re a demon slayer or cotizen as said, that demon will feel PAIN.

🦋-Shinobu likes to be protected when she knows she couldn’t have handle it herself. Let’s say a very quick demon snuck up on her and was about to stab her, she would really appreciate it if you came in and protected her. It would save her alot of troubles and possibly death

🦋- Like said people can be a threat too and when push comes to shove and a fight is about to break out, Shinobu could use some help👍

🦋- Usually she says that she does not condone violence but sometimes it’s necessary in a very wise tone but you can see through her. You know she would do it again any day in the week, after all, putting people in their places is one of her favorite things to do.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

🦋- Ok this one might be too common of a headcannon or you’ve probably seen it many times before

🦋- But I have a feeling she loves singing. Like just quietly sing to herself, the song usually has a more sentimental meaning behind it since it’s the songs that her sister would sing to her but other than that she loves to sing

🦋- Don’t get your hopes up though, it’s not likely she’ll be willing to sing in front of you. Mostly because it’s embarrassing for her. Don’t try to eavesdrop on her either, she’ll know.

🦋- But she will sing for you if you’re having a rough day or when she just feels softer y’know?

🦋- She’ll most likely sing for the triplets. So if you’re lucky, you’ll find her singing a song to the triplets, Shinobu knows you're there and will send you a wink or a wave.

🦋- Ok I know what I said earlier that it’s not likely for her to sing in front of you but that’s like in the early months of your relationship. As the time passes by I can see her being more confident in singing in front of you.

🦋- Another headcannon (I know you’re supposed to pick one but I couldn’t help it)

🦋- Shinobu LOVES late night conversation

🦋- It’s when everyone’s asleep and she doesn’t have to work anymore which means she can talk to you about whatever she wants

🦋- Shinobu also feels a little but more like herself since she can talk about the subjects she loves! Of course she will let you talk about subjects you like too. But for her, it can get tiring talking about medical stuff all the times so it’s nice when she can talk about insects (I hc she loves insects too) or different flowers and their meanings.

🦋- But late night conversation can turn deep or it turns into her venting to you, of course with your consent.

🦋- Shinobu just knows she can talk about deep personal stuff with you because you won’t judge her or anything like that

🦋- It’s also the times when she can talk about her sister and the memories she has of her.

🦋- Usually it ends with you two cuddling and Shinobu crying.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

🦋- Shinobu is the type to in her sleep cuddle up to you in the night and when you point it out to her in the morning she will deny it. Even if the covers are over her body it’s like she feels incompleate without your warmth so she will begin to move towards you and cuddle to your warm body.

#🦋eli writes #kny #kny x reader #kny x you #kny x y/n #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer shinobu #shinobu #shinobu kochou #shinobu kochō #shinobu x reader #shinobu x you #shinobu x y/n

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sshbpodcast · 1 year

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Is season 5 the best season for Voyager? Are all season 5s the best seasons?

by Ames

There’s just something about those middle seasons of any Star Trek series. The characters have all received enough development to feel real. The writers have found their footing. There are enough existing story arcs to draw from to create a really cohesive world. And the show hasn’t been going on long enough for the stories to get stale and the writers to run out of ideas. We saw it in season five of The Next Generation, which tied with season 6 for number of episodes represented in our overall tops from the series. I’d argue that season four is the best season of Deep Space Nine, with some of the best episodes of the series and really very few of the worst. And now that A Star to Steer Her By has finished our watch-through of season five of Voyager, I’m sensing a pattern. Sorry, Enterprise.

What do y’all think? Season fours versus season fives? We’ll have to wait to see if the pattern holds with any of the currently running series, but so far, I think my theory holds. We’ve constructed our typical season wrap top 5 / bottom 5 listicles, and this past season of Voyager just had too many good episodes to choose from. Check them all out below and listen to our chatter on this week’s podcast episode (discussion starts at 1:27:17) where you can hear some bonus episodes from guest star Carl of the BattleSpace Nine podcast!

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Top Three Episodes

There were a lot of contenders for top three this season, which speaks to the strength of the season overall, and our picks were way more spread out than usual. Interestingly (if you like random stats as much as I do), this is the first time we have seen no overlap in a list from Caitlin, a feat achieved before by Chris in both season 5s of TNG and DS9. Season 5s, amirite?

“Drone”: Ames Borg on board! We’re still at the stage in the show when every Borg episode is a highlight in some way or another. And this One’s no different (emphasis on the One!). It may be a retread of “I, Borg,” but is that such a bad thing? Credit to our new friend from the Collective, born when some nanoprobes and a mobile emitter got busy in the transporter, for giving us all the feels.

“Thirty Days”: Caitlin Tom is at his best when he’s a little bit rebellious. It was really good to see that streak of bad boy in him while also seeing how his character development over the seasons has made him a fighter for the little guy. We finally see what Torres finds so attractive in him. Mmm, so ethical. And any time we get to have a big old Prime Directive debate is going to be a good time.

“Bride of Chaotica”: Chris Similar to something like an “Our Man Bashir” or a “Trials and Tribble-ations,” this episode tears out all the stops and just goes for broke. When Star Trek embraces its campy roots but also does something original with tropes, it’s pretty much bound to end up on Chris’s tops list. It was just too delightful watching Kate Mulgrew ham it up. Invaders! Invaders!

“Timeless”: Jake This episode was this close to making our top time travel episodes list, but the phase variance was just slightly off. So I’m glad we get to sing its praises now because it’s another good use of the time travel motif: the premise is smart, Harry’s guilt is emotionally evocative, the crash on the ice planet somehow holds up, and this might be the most attractive we’ve found Garrett Wang yet!

“Counterpoint”: Caitlin What’s better than a good double crossing in an episode? Perhaps a triple crossing? A quadruple crossing? We lost count of just how many crossings there were in “Counterpoint,” but we loved watching Janeway outscheme Kashyk. Devious Janeway is definitely best Janeway, and helping people who are persecuted is definitely a good taste to have in the mouth.

“Latent Image”: Chris As you’ll see in a second with our tippy top pick of the season, we love a brutal ending, and seeing the Doctor have to deal with soul-crushing problems is spell-binding. We can empathize with how the more human emotions and flaws that he’s developed over the years can be considerably detrimental, but it’s that development that has made him such a remarkable character. Take that to the memory bank!

“Nothing Human”: Caitlin One last one just from Caitlin’s list and it’s a good’un. “Nothing Human” is a fine allegory for Nazi experimentation and Crell Moset makes for a very compelling and thought-provoking equivalent to a Nazi doctor whose work could be considered beneficial despite the horrific ways in which it was achieved. It’s also a plus anytime we see Cardassians strutting their stuff on Trek, so there’s that too. Yum.

“Relativity”: Ames, Jake I’m not shy about lauding this episode all over the place, such as in our time travel episodes discussion just last week! What more can I say about this mindfuck of a time travel episode that I haven’t already gushed? The paradoxes make your eyes cross just a little bit, but in a good way because the pacing is just spot on. And Jeri Ryan nails it, of course, and rocks a Starfleet sciences uniform like no one else.

“Course: Oblivion”: Ames, Chris, Jake Get ready to be emotionally manipulated by an episode for a full forty-five minutes, and it feels so good! Once you come to realize the twist of this episode and the ending is inevitable, it’s like slow torture, except that’s our kink. The character doubles are just so compelling to watch because they effectively are our usual characters, with their same traits and motivations, just without the plot armor.

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Bottom Three Episodes

You’ll see a lot more overlap in our bottoms list, kinda like we had last season, mainly because there just weren’t that many bad’uns to go through. So here are just the couple that we mostly agreed should have been scrubbed from this season and from our eyes.

“Infinite Regress”: Ames As fun as it is to watch Jeri Ryan play a whole bunch of personalities from people she’s assimilated (see our character possessions post!), it’s also a fairly thin story that doesn’t hold up to scrutiny. The actions of all the other personalities aren’t grounded by anything. And the mindmeld scene is just some exhausting sensory overload of chaos.

“Someone to Watch Over Me”: Caitlin This episode may seem a lighter, fluffier story that you can generally enjoy on the whole (and I won’t be hearing anything bad about Scott Thompson!), but when you get down to it you’ve got to admit: it’s just Pygmalion. Almost beat for beat. It’s pretty lazy to just go all My Fair Lady on Seven, especially when she’s already such a good character that doesn’t need whatever fixing the doctor seems to think she needs.

“The Disease”: Ames, Chris, Jake This is an episode that had too many plotlines to focus on and it bet on the wrong horse. While we were clawing at the television to learn more about the rebels on the generational ship, the writers were force feeding us a fairly bland romance and trying to convince us that there was some kind of conflict when really Kim and Tal were just a normal couple. Who is Janeway to lecture him on banging an alien?

“11:59”: Caitlin, Chris, Jake Now an actually bad romance comes from Janeway’s ancestry in this episode that could have just been about how history isn’t always all it’s cracked up to be except for this meet cute that derailed the whole thing. Not only did Shannon and Henry have absolutely no chemistry, but also the character of Henry Janeway was just plain unlikeable in just about every way. Stop living in the past, episode!

“The Fight”: Ames, Caitlin, Chris, Jake But the episode that we all agreed on from this season is one of the most notoriously bad. “The Fight” is the lowest rated Voyager episode on IMDB, and there is good reason why. The structure of flashbacks and dream sequences and random meetings with Chakotay’s insane grandfather is so convoluted it somehow manages to contradict itself constantly. This one was knocked out before it got in the ring.

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Is it all downhill from here? Seasons 6 and 7 have trended weaker in TNG and DS9, so keep listening along with our watch-through of Voyager to find out how the rest of the series fares! Make sure you’re subscribed over on SoundCloud or your favorite podcast app, hail us on Facebook and Twitter, and shine up that plot armor: you’re gonna need it!

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Lost Soul (li) ☯︎︎ (ATEEZ)

PAIRING: Yunho x Ji Ah

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

GENRE: fantasy+pirate au; romance; mystery; adventure; action; angst; gore; mythology

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In the dead of night, the three of you managed to get everything and everyone onto the ship without waking any of them...somehow. Yunho decided to sail the ship away with the help of Yeosang as he helped navigate him across the sea until morning.

You decided to look around the new ship and the rooms, deciding where everything should go now. You plan on discussing that with Wooyoung and Mingi once they wake up. You organised the supplies you had and wrote them down as you put the list in Seonghwa’s new quarter.

“Aadya,” You heard Yunho say as his steps filled the small hallway. You turned around to look at him. “Yes? What’s the matter?” You asked as you watched him get closer, soon towering over you.

He scratched the back of his head before he spoke. “What do you plan on telling everyone once they wake up? They’re bound to be confused as to why we’re on a new ship,” He asked as he let out a nervous chuckle. Your eyes slightly widened at the question as you didn’t think that far. “Oh...then we might have to come up with something for the meantime…” You suggested as you furrowed your brows as you began to come up with a lie to tell the rest of the crew.

“Don’t you think we shouldn’t really tell a lie? Maybe just say that was the wrong island because they’re was a weird phenomenon with the magnetic field that lead Yeosang’s compass the wrong way?” He suggested as he watched you walk away to head back to the main deck as he tailed behind like a lost puppy.

“That could work, but that doesn’t explain the ship,” You sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair. “It was a habitable island with people there and they gave us a ship…?” He said as he wasn’t quite sure as his pitch got higher at the end.

You giggled before you opened the cargo door to the main deck as you stepped outside. The cool air rushed over you as the sun glared down at you as the light blue sky painted with white clouds dancing around.

You held your hand over your eyes to shade them away from the scorching sun as you walked up to the quarter deck where Yeosang was currently at. “I guess we’ll try that,” You sighed before you stood next to Yeosang. “Do you have an idea where we should go?” You asked the male who was sitting on the floor looking at the map.

“If we keep heading east, we'll be bound to make it back to your old village where we first met you in about a week or more,” He said as he didn’t look at you as he was too busy drawing and writing a few notes on the map. You knitted your brows together as you squatted next to him, looking over his shoulder.

“Why’d you scratch out that island?” You asked as you pointed at an island that was in the top left corner of the map with black markings scribbled all over it. “Ah...it’s no use to go there, the place got destroyed years ago. Me and Hongjoong hyung crossed out the villages that got destroyed and attacked by the Ayrith guards from Taglya,” The male sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair.

You furrowed your brows as you stared at a particular area that was only but sea. You let out a huff before you stood back up. “Is that you…hyung?” You heard someone mutter as they came up the quarter deck stairs as he ruffled his dark brown hair with his hands. “Where are...we?” He asked in a groggily tone.

He glanced around the area as he saw nothing but water surrounding you all. “And who’s ship is this?” He continued to bombard questions. He glanced over at Yeosang then at you as his eyes widened. “Ji Ah noona!? You’re...you’re safe…” He smiled as he felt content. Your brows twitched in a frown before you smiled and nodded your head. “Y...Yeah,” You said to him as you brought him into a hug.

“I’m glad to see you’re doing fine, Jongho…” You said as you rubbed his back. He brought his arms around you quickly as he was happy you’re okay and nothing bad happened to you. “But you didn’t answer my questions…” He muttered before he pushed you away a little. You glanced at Yunho and Yeosang before looking back at the younger male.

“When everyone else wakes up, I promise we’ll tell you what happened,” You reassured him as you brought your hand up to move a few strands out of his face. “Wait...everyone is...safe and alive!?” He asked as his eyes widened again. You nodded your head.

You watched a big, bright smile form on his face as he ran down the quarter deck, quickly going down to the gun deck. “You know he’s going to wake everyone up...right?” Yunho mumbled in your ear. You looked at him before glancing back at the cargo hatch that’s wide open. “I know,” You chuckled before you turned back around to speak with Yeosang.

A couple of hours passed as more and more of the crew woke up as you greeted them all, glad you could save them before anything worse could have happened. You looked around as you saw Jongho come up with a confused Seonghwa. You gasped as you quickly went to them as you stood in front of the men. “J-Ji Ah…?” Seonghwa muttered as he still had that tired look. You smiled.

He brought you into a gentle hug as he rubbed the back of your head as he brushed your hair in a downward motion. You listened as his heart began to pick up in pace. “Thank the gods...it wasn’t some type of dream,” You heard him say as you heard a small sob from him as his chest shook as he did.

You wrapped your arms around him. “It wasn’t...we’re all okay,” You told him. “Even the captain?” He asked you as he said through a few tears. You looked down at the main deck as you kept silent for a minute as you knitted your brows together. You nodded your head before answering. “Yeah...he’s fine, we’re going to go wake the rest of them up,” You told him as you broke away from him and looked him in the eyes.

His eyes were glossy with tears as you felt your heart drop at his expression. You pouted before you grabbed his hand. “C’mon, let’s go wake them up,” You smiled as you watched his demeanour quickly change. He nodded his head as he wiped his face from the salty tears that covered his cheeks before you both headed toward Mingi and his quarters.

You felt your heart quickening now as your breathing grew heavier every step you took closer to the door. “Ji Ah...are you okay?” You heard Seonghwa ask as he tugged your arm. You looked behind you as you didn’t even realise the male stopped walking. You stared at him with your mouth slightly agape as you couldn’t tell him the truth. “I...I…” You began as you let go of him.

“She’s just tired, me and Yunho told her to rest last night, but she didn’t,” Yeosang said as he came up from behind the oldest. Seonghwa whipped his head towards his direction as his lips formed another smile. “Glad to see you,” He said as he threw his arm around the younger man. “And Ji Ah...go get some sleep,” Seonghwa said as he quickly glared at you, sending chills down your spine as you weren’t expecting that quick change of his expression.

You nodded your head as you stepped around them. “Let me go wake up San and Wooyoung first and tell everyone what happened, then I will,” You said as Seonghwa nodded his head as he began to walk to the quartermaster's cabin door. You quickly mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Yeosang as he briefly nodded his head as he turned back to face where he was going.

You ran down the stairs to the gun deck as you turned left to go to Wooyoung’s cabin. You stopped in front of it as you slowly lifted your hand up to knock on the door. You waited a little bit to try and hear anything from his door, the only thing you heard was silence. You opened the door slightly as it quietly creaked open. “Wooyoung…?” You softly called out as you peeked your head in.

You looked over at his bed as you saw his fading purple hair as you watched his body move up and down every time he breathed. You opened the door more so you could get in as you walked over to him. “Yah...oppa,” You whispered as you began to shake his body a little.

His face twitched into a frown as you continually shook him, confusing his state of mind. “You need to wake up,” You added as you grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled it lightly. “Ouch!” He groaned as his body shot up as he rubbed the place where you pulled his hair.

He whipped his head in your direction as he had a glare plastered on his face, but as soon as he made eye contact with you, his eyes widened as he soon was overwhelmed with joy. He quickly got off of his bed, stumbling a little, but he quickly made it over to you as he brought you into a tight hug. “Ji Ah! You’re alive!!” He yelled as he managed to lift you off the ground and twirl you around in the air.

“Y-Yeah...you can put me down now..haha,” You nervously said as the sudden action caught you off guard and also you didn’t want to wake up San who was in the next room over...which was too late. The door connecting both of their rooms opened as a groggy face San walked out with his dog, Shiber.

“What the hell is going on?” He groaned as he rubbed his eye as he glared at the both of you. “San-ah!” Wooyoung yelled as he let go of you which caused you to fall on the floor as he ran over to San and embraced him into a hug now. You rolled your eyes before you got up as you massaged your hip.

“Yeah...we’re all alive, luckily,” You said as you walked over to them both. “But this boat...this isn’t ours,” San said, which made Wooyoung let go of him as he looked around. “Yeah...he’s right,” He then looked at you. “What’s going on?” He asked as he furrowed his brows together, waiting for an answer.

“That’s why I woke you up, San was not intentional since someone was being too loud,” You said as you glanced at Wooyoung who had a smug look on his face as he shrugged his shoulders, acting as if he did nothing.

You scoffed before you averted your attention back to San. “But let’s head back up to the main deck where everyone else is so we can tell you what happened,” You said and turned on your heels to leave. “We?” San asked as he emphasised the word. “Yeah...” You laughed. Just as you were about to go, San had stopped you. He pulled you into a tight embrace as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“Ji Ah…don’t ever scare me like that, especially after that argument we had. I love you like my own sister, and I can’t afford to lose you too.” He spoke, sniffling as tears rolled down his face. You rubbed his back. “I know…and I’m so sorry, from the bottom of my heart, San. I care about you endearingly.” You replied before breaking away from him as you wiped his tears away. He smiled at you. “Let’s head up so I can explain everything.”

They nodded their heads as they followed close behind you up the stairs. You made it back out as you looked around for a specific someone. After not seeing him anywhere, you walked onto the main deck with the two males. “You both stay here while I go talk to Yeosang and Yunho,” You told them as you walked away from them before they could answer.

The stairs creaked under your feet as you saw Yeosang speaking with the taller male. “Yunho, Yeosang!” You called out to gain their attention. They turned to face you as they were busy in a conversation before you interrupted. “What’s the matter? Is everyone up?” Yunho asked as he turned his body to fully face you as he placed his hands in his pockets.

“Everything’s fine and everyone is awake...did you get the captain and Mingi?” You asked Yeosang as he quickly nodded his head. “Alright,” You began as you took a deep breath. “Then let’s tell them and get everything back in order quickly,” You told them.

They nodded their heads as you all made your way to the railing on the quarters deck so you could speak to them. Yeosang brought out his bell as he began to ring it so he could get everyone's attention so you could speak. Eventually, everyone turned to you all to listen.

You looked at them all as you felt like a stranger, as if they couldn’t recognise you anymore. You looked around as you saw Seonghwa speaking with San as the sight calmed you a little. You felt someone grab your hand as they used their thumb to massage the top of it. “Take your time,” You heard Yunho whisper in your ear.

You slowly nodded your head as you closed your eyes to control your heavy and fast breathing. You listened to the sea surrounding you as the waves crashing against each other and the ship calmed you down eventually.

You looked back at them as you told them the lie you three came up with, the phenomenon that messed up the magnetic pull of Yeosang’s compass which made you all end up on a wrong island and then getting lended a ship from the locals that were kind enough to do so.

“But me and some of the others saw that it was the island of Hydra!” San called out as he stared you into your eyes. “It wasn’t, it seemed to be some type of trick that the locals played on us...they used some magic spell of the sorts that gave us the impactful illusion of it,” Yeosang spoke up as he glanced over at you.

You nodded your head before continuing. “And if it weren’t for them, then everyone here on this ship would be dead,” You said. They were taken aback by it as they whispered and spoke to one another quietly about it. “But we’re all safe and that should be the main thing that we should be worrying about. Let’s not have that incident mess up our duties and lifestyle and move forward from it,” You said to them as they all nodded their heads and yelled in joy and agreement.

You smiled at them before backing away from the railing as they went back to managing their stations and also getting used to the new and much larger watercraft.

You were busy talking with the two men as you didn’t notice the other two that came up behind you. “Ji Ah…” You heard someone speak, you turned around to answer them but quickly stopped yourself as you felt a change in your emotions.

“Kim Hongjoong…”

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Whumptober Day 10

Busy day today, so bit of a late post, lol.

Here we have our first addition to the Altered Carbon fusion ‘verse. I’ve decided that this is not actually a chapter of Wake Me When I Die Again, because it’s set quite a while before that fic takes place - only fifteen years or so post-canon, in fact, where the main fic is taking place three hundred years after Crown of Shadows. I’ll have to come up with a series name, but this is basically a prequel timestamp; something we’ll be getting a few more of, as the month goes on.

And yes, this is the fic I was thinking of a couple weeks back, when I apologised to Damien in the tags of that post about torturing your blorbos. XD

Day 10 - Theme Chosen: Waterboarding

Damien jerked awake disoriented, his head aching. The red glow against his eyelids told him that whatever location he had found himself in was too brightly lit, and that he would only be blinded when he opened his eyes, so instead he tried to flex his arms and legs - to determine how injured he might be, beyond the throbbing in his skull, and if he was in any kind of shape to defend himself.

The attempt met with failure, and the bite of metal around his wrists, a similar resistance gripping his ankles. Damien felt a chill work down his spine, but before his spinning mind could grasp any other details of his situation, a voice spoke nearby.

“Ah, I see you’re awake. How wonderful. I’ve been so looking forward to this… reunion.”

Damien’s heart lodged in his throat.

He knew what he would find, but he slitted his eyes open anyway, finding the expected bright glare. He squinted against it, ignoring the sharp spike of pain that it caused, until his eyes adjusted enough to give him at least a blurry impression of the room; a stone-walled chamber, lit by flickering torches, windowless. Likely underground, judging by the damp tang of the air and the traces of moss growing between the stones of the far wall. Damien was lying on a table in the centre of the small room, shackled to the rough wooden surface - and the only other occupant that he could detect in the room was standing next to the table, smirking down at him, her features twisted in malevolent triumph.

Damien swallowed back the hate that welled in his throat, well aware that once he let that vitriol spill free, any chance of getting information would be gone.

“I’m surprised to see you here. I didn’t think you’d ever bow to the Church.”

“Oh, but I haven’t.” The girl couldn’t have been a day over seventeen, her features delicately pretty, almost elfin - but that was only on the surface. Behind her dark brown eyes was a spark of absolute insanity, a glimmer of cruelty honed by decades, if not centuries, of unbridled malice. “I am not one of their obedient servants, only an… ally, if you will. We have mutual interests, if not perfectly harmonious methods.” She reached out with one slim hand and stroked the side of Damien’s face, her long nails prickling unpleasantly against his skin. “I assist them when they request it, and in this case - well, when I heard they’d finally caught you, I could hardly pass up the opportunity.”

Damien’s skin crawled, but he tried to maintain an expressionless mask, unwilling to give her the satisfaction of his discomfort.

“I’m surprised you’d rather have this conversation with me than with Ciani.”

The girl hissed, and her nails dug in hard enough to draw blood from Damien’s jaw. He winced at the pain, but his heart leaped, a flicker of hope stirring in him at her rage. The girl drew her hand back, glaring at him venomously.

“Oh, very clever,” she spat, her lip curling. “Yes, your heroic endeavour succeeded, foolish though it was; she’s escaped our grasp, for now.”

She leaned down further over Damien, and the Envoy’s stomach turned over at the feel of her breath on his skin - the hot, coppery scent of blood.

“Don’t think you’ve won anything real, Vryce,” she purred, voice dropping back into its typical smooth cadence. “Your loremaster might have gotten away this time, but our hold over the human lands is solidifying as we speak - the bitch can’t hide from us for long. And when we find her, we’ll take great pleasure in teaching her the folly of opposing us.”

Damien knew he’d pay for it, but he couldn’t help the smirk that spread across his face.

“So, what are you calling yourself these days, now that you don’t have your citadel to be Master of?”

She slapped him. It wasn’t a very hard blow, her youthful body not up to delivering much power, but the path of her nails stung viciously where they’d scored his cheek and the bridge of his nose. Damien blinked his eyes open, having reflexively closed them, to find that look of offended rage on her face again. Even though he knew he might regret it, once she really laid into him, he couldn’t help but take a little petty satisfaction at knowing that her ego was still so fragile - and her temper so volatile.

“Gloat while you can, Vryce,” she sneered at him. “As it happens, you are correct; I’ve reverted to my birth name, at least for now. Corentine Bechard, Lady of Sheva - and likely more, once the Church reclaims the last of the lands you Envoys held.” A trace of smugness crept back into her expression. “Which, of course, will be much easier once you tell me exactly where your allies are hiding.”

Damien knew it was extremely unwise, but his self-preservation was weak these days, and if he was damned either way he might as well have his fun winding her up first.

He laughed.

“You want to go digging around in my head?” he asked, baring his teeth in an expression he knew was more snarl than smile. “Go right ahead. You won’t like what you find, though. The Hunter made our bond so much stronger before the end - you thought his power was unpleasant when you felt it last time, it will eat you alive now.”

To his disquiet, this time, Corentine did not lash out. In fact, she was smiling now herself, that eerie gleam of madness shining in her eyes once more.

“Oh, I’m well aware of that. The Church already tried to infiltrate your mind directly, while you were still unconscious,” she murmured, her voice gone low and thick with a relish that made nausea cramp in Damien’s gut again. “The Inquisitor was bleeding from the eyes when they dragged him away, I don’t doubt they’ll have to put the poor man out of his misery soon.”

Damien swallowed hard, his throat going dry at the anticipation in her eyes, but he tried not to let his voice waver.

“I don’t know how you plan on getting anything out of me, then. I’m not going to betray Ciani, you must know that already.”

“Oh, I know,” Corentine purred. “At least not willingly. That’s why we’re going to try some… more traditional methods of persuasion.”

She stepped away from the table, moving toward the side of the room where Damien assumed the door must be, above his head. He twisted his neck as far as he could, but the bonds were tight, and he couldn’t see her. His heightened hearing picked up the scrape of wood, though, and then a sound that made his blood run cold - the splash of water.

Corentine came back into view holding a wooden pail full of water, which she set on a small work table, a few inches away from the much larger table that Damien was tied to. Her smile would have looked sweet, if not for the deranged light in her eyes.

“I hear you have a particular distaste for water. We’re going to explore that first. Do try to keep your wits about you, the Healer isn’t expected to join us for another half hour or so, and it would be so tiresome to have to fetch him early.”

Damien watched her pick up a piece of woollen cloth from the work table and tried not to let himself tremble the way he wanted to.

“You seem pretty sure of that information,” he said, tongue starting to feel numb in his mouth. He’d seen Hell once before, and this wasn’t it - but it was going to be close.

“Oh, I am, very sure,” Corentine murmured, folding the cloth over itself once. “Ephialtes has proven extremely reliable in these matters. And of course, in this particular instance, he has the benefit of first-hand knowledge.” Damien felt his eyes widen, but before he could speak, Corentine was draping the layered fabric across his face. “I have no doubt his recommendations will once again prove useful.”

Damien couldn’t keep himself still any longer, and started to struggle against his bonds despite the clear futility of it, when he heard the sloshing sound as Corentine picked up the bucket once more.

“And if this doesn’t do the trick, well.” Corentine Bechard, the woman who had once terrorized an entire species as the Master of Lema, sounded almost hungry.

“We’ll have plenty of time to try other methods.”

#whumptober2022 #no.10 #Waterboarding #coldfire trilogy #fic #torture #restraint #damien vryce #the neocount writes

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dansantcaparet · 2 years

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Case of Tifa: The Love Story That Never Was

Cloud and Tifa fans love to say Case of Tifa and Advent Children prove Cloud and Tifa started a family that solidifies their romantic relationship. This belief, however, is a dangerous distortion and a superficial look at the surface of what actually happened. But I don’t blame them for trying.

Cloud and Tifa fans hope and pray you only look at the surface, because if you look any further, the truth paints a radically different picture.

Underneath this false and simplified illusion, we know this family has zero romantic connotations and is primarily created by Barret Wallace. So let’s start from what Final Fantasy VII creator Nojima has to say about Case of Tifa:

"Episode Tifa" [Case of Tifa] - first off, there’s the premise that things won’t go well between Tifa and Cloud, and that even without Geostigma or Sephiroth this might be the same."

—Nojima; On the Way to a Smile interview; Square Enix

Did you catch that last bit? Even without circumstances such as Geostigma and Sephiroth, things still probably wouldn’t have gone well between Cloud and Tifa. This speaks to the inherent issues that have persisted between Cloud and Tifa since childhood, and are extremely apparent in Case of Tifa.

Next, I shall take you through Case of Tifa and explore this family:

After promising to reunite one day, Tifa, Cloud and Barret separated from the others, leaving for Corel Village.

After separating from the others, Cloud, Tifa, and Barret visit a few locations and pick up Marlene from Elmyra Gainsborough. They discuss finding a home together.

“The rumor said it’s an epidemic. I don’t want Marlene to be infected. C’mon, let’s go home.” said Barret with a complete fatherly look on his face. “Yeah, let’s go home” Cloud agreed. “Where to?” Barret asked. “Our suspended reality.” “What the hell do you mean by that?” “Our normal lives.” “And where do we have something like that?” “We’ll find one.” Cloud looked at Tifa and said, “Right?” “Yeah!” cried the cheerful Marlene. Tifa nodded too, but just like Barret, she wondered where they had a normal life. The four of them arrived back at Midgar.

As you can see, Barret suggests the three of them return home together. They eventually decide to re-build a new Seventh Heaven bar and start a business like old times:

One day, Barret came back with a wine bottle, heater, and various fruits. They were given to him as thanks for helping someone dismantle a house. ... The next day, Barret looked serious and said, “How about we start a business and sell this alcohol?” “‘We’?” Cloud asked, surprised. “Don’t talk rubbish! We can’t draw customers! Tifa will do it.” “Me?” “You’re good at it.”

The three of them began preparations. They decided to build in the avenue that sprung up at the east of Midgar and transport the necessary materials from Midgar like everybody else. The people, who got helped from the information Tifa and the others shared, felt obliged and quickly gathered to help building the bar. All the people that Barret and Cloud had helped before gathered together. They transported all the materials that would be used to build parts of the store such as the walls and pillars. Barret shouted out his orders while Cloud went around correcting them in a low voice.

Cloud, Barret, and Tifa decide on creating this home together. Very soon, though, the bar becomes a success.

After the first week of being open, Barret said that he would go on a trip seeing how well the business was going. He was going to leave Marlene behind. “I wanna go on a journey to settle my past.”

Barret, despite helping form this family and business, decides he must settle some of his past issues.

Marlene, who had always slept with Tifa, slept with her foster father Barret the night before he left. Their conversations could be heard late into the night. Early the next morning, Barret set off. ...

Notice: Marlene is said to have always slept with Tifa (not Tifa and Cloud) except the night before Barret left. This is an indication that Cloud and Tifa do not share a room, which is confirmed in Advent Children when we see that Cloud has a private room with a bed in it -- the same room Tifa tells Cloud to drink in later in Case of Tifa.

“I’ll be a nice child of this family!” Marlene said. Hearing those words, Cloud and Tifa looked at each other. A child of this family? “I’ll take care of Cloud and Tifa!” Barret turned round and shouted, “Do your best!” His voice was a little shaky. “Unite the family’s strength and keep at it!”

Barret, who had just formed this family and re-built Seventh Heaven, tells them to unite the family’s strength while he is gone. Barret isn’t removed from this family -- he is simply a traveling Father that eventually returns to living with Marlene in DoC:

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Tifa agrees that this is a family of friends:

Friends were a necessity to me so that I could live on without being supressed by the sins in my consciousness. Even if they were fellow companions that had the same wounds. Even if they were fellow companions who were burdened with the same sins. We couldn’t live without comforting each other and encouraging each other. Maybe you could call that family. We just had to keep the family together and do our best. Tifa thought she could get over anything while being with friends that she could call her family.

This is a ‘family of friends’ as stated by Tifa in the above passage and has zero romantic connotations.

“A family.” (Tifa) “Yeah.” (Marlene) Marlene cheerfully answered in response to Tifa’s murmur. “I’ll put Cloud in our family too.” (Marlene) “I appreciate that.” (Cloud) After Cloud thanked Marlene’s innocent offer with his serious face, he looked at Tifa. Tifa nodded a little. Would there be various problems arising after this? However, Tifa decided that she would stop worrying about the relationship between the two of them.

Tifa says out-loud, “A family.” after realizing she could get over anything while being with friends she could also call her family. Marlene then invites Cloud into their family, the AVALANCHE family, which has existed since the beginning of Final Fantasy VII.

After Cloud started his delivery service, their “family” life changed greatly. It wasn’t too good. Besides morning and late night, Cloud was usually not at home. And of course, there were less chances for the three of them to have conversations together. Tifa closed the bar for a day during the week, but it didn’t stop Cloud from doing his job. Cloud wasn’t likely to turn down requests. I just wanted us to be able to take a day off together now and then but, I suppressed that selfishness in me. During that time, it was Marlene who noticed a change in Cloud. She told Tifa how Cloud would sometimes space out and not listen to her. Cloud never really approached Marlene to talk in the first place. I’m sure he never ignored her when she talked to him. I knew that Cloud had his own ways of getting along with Marlene. I thought about how there were people everywhere that weren’t good with children but had their own ways of coping with them. I told her that Cloud was probably tired, but it bothered me. Marlene was a child who was sensitive about the changes in adults. During their holiday, Tifa and Marlene were cleaning the room that was now Cloud’s office. There were many slips that laid scattered about unsorted. One of them caught Tifa’s eye. Delivery Item – Bouquet Destination – The Forgotten City Client Name – Elmyra Gainsborough Tifa put the slip away with the others as if nothing happened, but she was trembling severely. Transporting mail around the world meant he was traveling around his past too. She knew that Cloud was in great pain because he couldn’t protect Aerith. Cloud was trying to overcome that and live on. But, going back to the place where he parted from Aerith might mean that his sorrow and regret was going to tear his heart again. It was night, and they had closed the bar. Cloud was drinking alcohol even though he rarely did. He drained his glass. Tifa thought about it before going over and filling his glass. “Shall I join you?” There was something she wanted to talk to him about. “I want to drink alone.” Hearing that, Tifa lost control and said, “Then drink in your room.” Barret called often. Most of the time, he hardly talked about himself and asked more about how Marlene was doing. Every time, he would talk to Marlene at the end. As Marlene wondered if Tifa was listening or not, she told Barret in a sad voice, “Cloud and Tifa aren’t getting along very well.”

After making certain that Cloud was asleep, she spoke to him. “We’ll be all right, won’t we?” Of course, there was no answer. I only heard the sound of him sleeping. I wondered if the fact that he was sleeping here meant that he was part of the family. “Do you love me?” Cloud woke up, a perplexed look on his face. “Hey, Cloud. Do you love Marlene?”

Tifa wondered if they became a real family after Denzel appeared. Cloud was clearly taking less jobs. At night, he would always make sure he had time to spend with the children. The silly little conversations he had with Tifa were also back.

“Hey, do you remember what you said when you brought Denzel here?” “What did I say?” “A lot of things. Even if I opposed it, you would bring him back with you. I could just feel it.” “That…” Cloud was making a face like a kid who thought he would get scolded. “Tell me. I’ll decide whether I’m angry or not after I listen.” Cloud nodded and continued. “Denzel had collapsed in front of Aerith’s church. That’s why I thought Aerith lead him to me.” Saying all that in one breath, Cloud looked away. “You went to the church.” “I didn’t intend to hide it from you.” “You did hide it.” “I’m sorry.” “I’m not saying you couldn’t go. But next time, I’ll go with you.” “I understand.” “And you’re wrong, Cloud.” Cloud was perplexed as he looked at Tifa. “Aerith didn’t bring Denzel to you.” “Ahh, I only thought that…..” “I didn’t mean it that way.” “Aerith brought Denzel to our home.” Cloud gazed at Tifa and finally smiled. ** Days after having that conversation, Cloud left. Tifa wondered if that smile he showed her was an illusion. After kissing the sleeping children on the face she went into Cloud’s office. She brushed away the dust on the family photo they had taken and then tried calling him. After several rings the messaging service took over.

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@svnsworn asked: Marianne is afraid of the worst. Namely, surviving long enough to lose whatever scrap of hope she's managed to cling to if the war rages on to no end. The last couple of weeks have brought no end of pain, of loss, of the crushing heartache in knowing that the tenuous peace that's lasted nearly one thousand years has come to a violent halt. If Marianne had known fear of her crest before, now she has added fear of losing everyone around her. Tears sting her eyes as she shoulders her bags and readies Dorte for the journey home, and she is lucky that others probably see them as normal, given the circumstances. Marianne knows that they will dry before long, as she begins to set her own plans in motion. She won't see the end of the war, or even the middle, because she hopefully won't see the end of the year. As she nears the stables, she sees Claude, and, setting her bags down, makes her way to him. "You'll be alright, won't you?" She wants to rest her hand on his arm but finds that the simple touch might shatter her. "I'll pray for your safe return home, and that you see a swift end to the war."

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Damn it, he had a plan. He had had a plan, at least. Now it was nearly up in as much smoke as much of his recent alma mater, he supposed. Not like it'll stay open after this. . .

Claude had long since pit his hopes and dreams on unification, had come to Fòdlan, become heir to a house in a country he had scraped and studied and toiled to learn every detail of, ingratiated himself to any he could and rubbed shoulders with those who had the power to assist him when the time came. He'd given up kind and kith alike toward the realization of one dream.

And then little Edie had stomped in here with all the intent of a child kicking over a particularly despised anthill, heedless of the ecosystem and delicate balance it held and fostered.

He'd call her selfish, but who was he to call anyone anything of that sort? He had mirrors. And besides. . .

He had other options.

Busying himself in the dorms had been difficult to focus on, but a necessary duty for the future Duke of the Alliance. He needed to see his people safe, packed, and on the journey home before he would set on his own. That meant all of the Golden Deer, noble or commoner alike, would be getting a stop in and pep talk from good ole Claude ( some more personal than others ). He had to headcount, make sure no one was unaccounted for.

Of course he'd never be ready for Marianne. He knew he'd find her in the stables, but had certainly expected to be the one to approach her, not the other way around. He finished with a fellow classmate before turning to her.

"You'll be alright, won't you?"

Oh, would the world be filled with such giving hearts as hers. Some day she'd see it. Someone could make her see the light. Probably not Claude, lamentable as that was, but his gift for glib would not always be mistaken for sincerity, he feared. But with her, earnesty at least came as naturally as the draw of a bowstring.

He put his hands on his hips, rocking onto one heel and quirking a brow. "And just who do you think you're talking too, Miss Marianne? Unlike the bandage may imply, I'm tougher than I look." True, he'd taken a pretty rough knock to the head in the previous battle, but he'd healed just fine since then. Her worry was better placed elsewhere.

And while there was some part of Claude that appreciated her prayers, a bitter part of him wished there was something more tangible to be done. By either of them- any of them- the precious Goddess even. ( And what a time to be proven wrong, huh. . . ? )

"You do the same." he concurred, offering her a small, sympathetic smile. "No doubt the Margrave and I will be in contact some time in the future, so I'm sure our paths will cross. I'll 'pray' that we'll end up in proper company again by then, or by better means. Maybe over some lavish celebratory feast at war's end. Sound good?"

He'd enrolled in an officer's academy. He knew there could be war.

Looking at Marianne, he wished again for a world where war was far, far away from those he. . . looked after. Right. After all, the next time he saw any of them, he was sure it would be campaigning for troops or the like. He'd barely slept the night before, ruminating on the thousands upon thousands of different futures that could lay from this very spot. He had to prepare for them, for their contingencies and twists- rest could wait until those in his charge, those who trusted him ( for their own reasons, of course- like everyone- ) were free to do as they pleased.

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taiblogcomics · 2 years

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On to Greener Pastures

Hey there, generational gaps. Well, here we are with our finale for Green Team. It's great timing, too, since I just got a shipment in. There's not much in it, but we'll be busy another few weeks before I have to decide where we're going next~

Here's the cover:

All new, all different, all ending! There's not really much point to grand pronouncements, then, is there? Anyways, now you get to see everybody with their new powers. I hope that helps you understand Mo better than "Sunspot but purple". It's at least a little bit of a cooler team shot since they're falling instead of just standing around posing. That's the most I can say about it! It's probably not going to draw anyone in for its final issue, though~

Well, we pick up where we left off. Everyone (except LL) got distinct powers, all of which were the machinations of Temple Bellachek. And Riot is here, having provided the opportunity. Riot is also now living metal, thanks to the previous encounter. And now the big reveal: Mo gave everyone superhero names. JP's beastman power earns him the name Yowie, after the Australian cryptid. Commodore's now called Technocrat, while Cecilia is Apparition. Those aren't too bad. And then Mo named himself Super Awesome Guy!. No, really. With the exclamations point and everything. Sorry, Mo. Please leave your supranym at the door and try again.

I will continue to use their previously given names, for clarity. Also because all of them are shorter. LL, Mo's bodyguard, and the astronaut lady are also here. Like, why did she even come? Commodore demonstrates that at least he's learned over the course of the adventure, and incapacitates Riot by wrapping him in metal sheets rather than fighting him directly. Mo also discovers his "phasing displacement" power is actually teleportation, and experiments with expanding the range, dumping Riot out into Lake Michigan. And into the Roman Coliseum. That might be an OP teleport.

JP, meanwhile, just goes to town on the Riots, which is kind of what the others were trying to avoid, since he divides on impact. While the fight continues, Mo's bodyguard persuades him that Commodore's plan to confront Bellachek is foolish, and it'd be better to just abscond. Like, he even uses that specific word. If this wasn't printed eight years ago, I'd think they'd been reading my blog, I love using that word. And speaking of listening to unlikely sources, Bellachek actually takes one of his goons' advice for once and decides to leave on his helicopter. He even vows a "you haven't seen the last of me". Ha ha, yes we have~

Meanwhile, Riot just keeps making dupes faster than they can get rid of them, especially if Mo is going to teleport them all the way to Rome. Commodore attempts to pull the metal out of Riot, but it doesn't work. Failing that, he then tries to pull the entire building down on top of them. And despite his friends' protests that they're all, you know, still in the building, Commodore actually goes through with it. Even Riot is shocked, in the few moments he has left before a building falls in on him.

All our heroes make it out, though. Because, remember, Cecilia's power was intangibility. They all link hands, and she's able to extend the power through the rest of them. And then Mo just teleports them all home. They all agree that Riot is better off dead, and wonder what to do next. While JP is sensitive about his new "condition", Mo and Commodore still want to be superheroes. In fact, they can be better than most superheroes, they have money! And somewhere, Spider-Man feels his ears ringing and doesn't know why~

But no one will take them seriously with the name "Green Team". That's why Commodore has another idea. He hops in the Batmobile and drives over to visit... the Teen Titans. See? All these reviews tie back together! Anyway, we can figure out when this takes place because Kid Flash, Superboy, and Solstice are all still on the team, and Raven isn't. And so our comic ends with Commodore's generous offer: he wants it all. The name, the roster, the whole kit and kaboodle. He's going to buy the Teen Titans. I'll dissect that more in a bit, but for now, Green Team is officially over~

Well, that sure was a ride. I guess it didn’t really end with anything notable, neither outrageous or terrible. Honestly, offering to be the financial backer of an established team is actually rather reasonable. So that’s another issue where the flaunting of vast wealth didn’t break suspension of disbelief.

Let’s talk about the Teen Titans thing a little bit! Where does this fall into continuity? I kind of pointed it out when I noted the roster, but there’s only a small window where this could happen. Obviously, if Kid Flash and Solstice are still here, it can’t be after the end of the series (which was only a few months after this). But if Raven’s not on the team yet, it must be before they fought Trigon. My guess it’s right around issue 17, where they got that new boat headquarters. Obviously, this is a retcon (and only a guess, at that), since that issue was published a good year or so before Green Team even started. But it’s the only explanation I got!

Regardless, that’s the end of Green Team! It was kinda fun, kinda dumb. Really, that’s all you can want in a comic book, ideally. It was forgotten as quickly as it was published, and despite the big founding idea of “What if the 1% were superheroes”, I dunno if we really accomplished that. I feel like, if you want that, just go read Iron Man. And in the end, LL still did nothing and brought nothing to the story. What a superfluous character~

Next week, like I said, I got a shipment in. Which means it’s finally time to finish up that last dangling story arc in Equestria...

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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.

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