warnings: 18+, minors dni, poly, degradation, dubcon

your hands are sore from how tightly Atsumu has them grasped in just one of his hands. he’s drilling into you mercilessly, cock driving into you so hard your bones ache with every impact of his thrusts.

“you think i’m a child?” he leans over you and smirks, slamming his hips against yours and forcing a broken cry from you, “you think i’m still in high school? is that why you’re lurking so uselessly on the internet?”

you grit your teeth and refuse to budge. someone has to put those disgusting fanfic writers in their place. they’re lusting after minors. you can’t just let this slide. someone has to protect the 2d lines.

“i’m a professional volleyball player, you ignorant slut.” Atsumu continues and pushes one of your thighs farther apart, angling his hips, “i’m kind of famous too. didn’t you read the manga?”

“t-there’s a manga?” your jaw drops open, back arching when the fat head of his cock hits that spot inside you with terrifying accuracy.

“it’s common sense,” someone says. you turn your head to see Sakusa seated in an armchair in the corner of the hotel room, a look of disdain curling his lips even as he fists his cock lazily, content with watching Atsumu absolutely wreck your body. “you do know everyone is in their twenties, right?”

they are???

“i’m not even in the anime...” Meian drawls, stepping out of his pants and underwear, horse cock springing free. your eyes widen at the sheer length and size of his length. “...perhaps i’ll convince you otherwise.”

“you- you can’t,” you gasp, “i’ll break. you’ll break me!”

next to you, Bokuto slaps his dripping cock against your cheek, grinning toothily. “someone has to put you in your place.”

Hinata does the same on the other side and soon, your cheeks are squished between two massive cocks. Atsumu finishes inside you with a groan before pulling out, clapping Meian on the shoulder when he replaces the blonde, shoving into you so roughly you moan, the burning stretch bringing tears to your eyes.

“i’m a fictional character,” Hinata coos, pressing his cock against your cheek harder, forcing your lips to pucker. Bokuto repeats the motion and they grin at each other, at the state of your sweaty face and expression twisted with pleasure. “what are you?”

“a-an idiot sandwich,” you choke out, blubbering loudly. “i’m an idiot sandwich!”

“damn straight,” Bokuto says proudly, and slaps your face again with his twenty inch dick. “now what do you say? poor, sweet tumblr user inarizahki, an actually productive member of society, just minding her own business and fantasizing about getting dicked down by Kita Shinsuke (27), rice farmer.”

“the audacity of you to annoy her while she’s busy,” Sakusa sneers, fisting his cock faster.

“i-i’m sorry,” you sob. Meian’s hands tighten around your hips, cock is splitting you open so much you don’t even know up from down anymore. “i’m sorry, please forgive me! i’m stupid, i didn’t have anything better to do!”

“and?”

“i was wrong!” you whimper loudly, “i was wrong for going after content creators without doing my research. i was wrong for not being able to separate fiction from fact! i was wrong for carelessly throwing the word pedo around when real pedos exist!”

“good,” Sakusa says and you realize he’s kneeling next to your body now, cock nudging your hand. your fingers curl around his thick girth obediently. Bokuto and Hinata shove their monster cocks into your mouth at the same time, choking you. spit dribbles down the side of your mouth.

“now put this mouth of yours to better use.”

Shinjuku Crocodiles // HQ! Tokyo Drift

(series title a work in progress)

Rating: 18+ Type: Fem!Reader x Kuroo/Oikawa/Kita (separate) Tags: To be updated.

Chapter Cypher: Ambition

By: @renesis-jj // Renesis

“You know, who you choose to be around you, let’s you know who you are.“

Chapter Drift King: Redemption

By: @sovtwords // Amy_Stark117

"Life’s simple. You make choices and you don’t look back.”

Chapter Fox: Freedom

By: @renesis-jj // Renesis

”Look at all those people down there. They follow the rules for what? They’re letting fear lead them.“

Coming to theaters platforms near you soon!

If you guys haven’t seen the HQ Tokyo Drift art by @xzatanna yet, you need to. After seeing it, I was hit with the inspiration to write a story for it. 

As there are three characters, I have asked my brightest star, Amy, to collab with me, since we’ve been planning to do a collab for a while and this is the perfect opportunity! There will be three one-shots, one covering each character, with an interwoven storyline. I’m actually so excited about this that I couldn’t resist making a banner HAHA 

I have actually never watched ANY of the movies before, so beyond the title and being inspired by the fanart, there isn’t much from the movie in here besides the racer titles already given to Oikawa/Kuroo.

If you wish to be included in the taglist, please comment here or reblog to be automatically added. Do not DM.

Fanfiction Club: The Rules

We are only one (1) week away from the premiere of The Job and I am super excited!!!! Here’s the poster by the lovely reallycorking and summary for what’s coming ^o^ 

And before we start rolling, you can grab the soundtrack to get you in that off the clock spirit with some vacation time vibes!

“Indian staff from the Indian Space Research Organisation celebrate after the Mars Orbiter Spacecraft entered Mars’s orbit.

On November 5, 2013, a rocket launched toward Mars. It was India’s first interplanetary mission, Mangalyaan, and a terrific gamble. Only 40 percent of missions sent to Mars by major space organizations—NASA, Russia’s, Japan’s, or China’s—had ever been a success. No space organization had succeeded on its first attempt. What’s more, India’s space organization, ISRO, had very little funding: while NASA’s Mars probe, Maven, cost $651 million, the budget for this mission was $74 million. 

This was not the only success of the mission. An image of the scientists celebrating in the mission control room went viral. Girls in India and beyond gained new heroes: the kind that wear sarees and tie flowers in their hair, and send rockets into space.”

FUCK YES. THIS IS THE TYPE OF REPRESENTATION I’VE BEEN HERE FOR!!

damaged goods.

a burden.

worthless.

a failure.

stupid.

a waste of space.

weak.

a lost cause.

Most important: Spend the money you have on a motel. Churches probably will not actually help and shelters can be dangerous or turn you away. At a motel you have free breakfast, access to running water, and a lockable place to sleep. Do not waste money on a gym membership like the popular version of this post says to do, YMCA memberships are like $40.

2. Contact family and friends. Now is not the time to worry about being a burden. Your survival and safety comes first and that is all that matters, anyone worth having in your life will agree.

3. Start a gofundme. Even if someone can’t offer you a place to stay, they might be willing to toss out $5 so you can eat today.

4. Libraries have free wifi. Apply to any and all jobs you can think of if you aren’t already working.

5. Any home is a good home. Even if it’s a dingy apartment in a bad neighborhood. If its cheap and you can afford it, snatch it up. 

6. Pancake mix and peanut butter are filling, cheap, and last a long time.

IT IS NOT POSSIBLE TO BE SELECTIVELY PROGRESSIVE 

You can hate Ann Coulter. But if you suggest that she deserves to be raped, you are a misogynist.

You can hate Woody Allen. But if you say he’s part of a Jewish conspiracy or joke about putting him in an oven, you are an antisemite.

You can hate Michael Vick. But you call for him to be lynched or call him the N-word, you are an anti-black racist. 

You can hate Caitlyn Jenner. But if you misgender her, or make comments about her genitalia, you are a transphobe. 

And you can hate the military. But if you deliberately try to trigger veterans with PTSD, you are an ableist piece of shit. 

You do no get to pick and choose which people to treat fairly when it comes to acknowledging and combatting prejudice. 

I’m from a military family. My ancestors were members of the military in Germany in the 19th century, and when they finally immigrated to the United States around the turn of the century, a lot of the men went into the US Army, because it was tradition in my family. It still is. At least one guy from every section of my family has been in the military.

The ONLY FUCKING REASON I said “No” to the military early in life was because I could see the effects of it in the people around me. Both of my parents work at the VA in my hometown. I spent more time in a hospital as a young child than most people who don’t have health issues will in their first 30 years of life. And you know what I saw?

The effects of war. I saw veterans suffering from PTSD every day, yet they always put on a smile for me and tried to sugarcoat when I asked about the military because I was an 8 year old. At age 8, I was being steered away from the military by a bunch of people who had been victims of the US military, yet I still didn’t know how bad it could get.

And then my mom got transferred to the mental health ward of the VA, and I got my first look at what war really did to you. At age 12, I swore to myself that I would never go into the military, no matter what they offered me. I wasn’t going to be like the people I grew up around. Oh, they were lovely, kind individuals for the most part, but they’d warned me to not make their mistakes, and I agreed that I wouldn’t.

Oh yeah, I got recruitment officers. I was a band kid from a military family, of course I got just about every branch trying to convince me to join them. I said no every time.

I had to say no to a guaranteed paycheck that would allow me to play clarinet. I had to look a Marine officer dead in the eyes and tell him I’d rather risk not having the money for food than join the military. All because I grew up seeing what could happen to me if I had joined.

So really, be anti-war. Be anti-military. No one is saying you all can’t. But do NOT be a dick to veterans. There is so much at work here, and sometimes, you’re desperate, and the military has their ways of trying to convince you that they’re the best choice.