Outleak - Val

just had a vivid mental image of kageyama talking to oikawa and iwa at the olympics, telling them about you and the baby, and when he finally walks away and leaves tooru and hajime alone, tooru shudders.

"i've never heard him talk that much," tooru complains, wrapping his arms around himself as if for comfort. "or look like that."

"like what?" iwa snaps, scanning through the papers on his clipboard outlining the day's schedule for the national team. he pays little mind to his childhood friend's dramatics.

"so..."

oikawa uses hajime's momentary distraction to smile a bit to himself (something he'd deny until his last breath if anyone ever tried to call him on it.)

"... happy."

HIS DAUGHTER HAS A CRUSH ON HIS COWORKER

characters: rindou. ran. sanzu.

☰ㅤ RINDOU HAITANI

rindou was currently watching his daughter curiously as she hid behind your legs, occasionally peeking at the men that were near her father. you crouched down beside your child taking a hand to caress her round cheek, “ are you scared, sweetie? “

her eyes enlarged, not wanting to give anyone the wrong idea especially since your question brought attention towards her. she shook her head rapidly before mumbling, “ i want to sit with daddy but i’m shy. “

seeing how quiet she became, you inquired in a whisper that matched her own, “ and why’s that? “

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MEETCUTE . . .

❥ in which you go on a horrible date, but meetcute the waiter

pairing. rintaro suna x f!reader

wc. 578

a/n. i wrote thisbto distract the factthat i havebt updated ggez even though this is a totallydifderent fabdom :p enjoy

your heels clacked against the cemented pavement. you were currently about to be late to meet up with your tinder date for the first time. you’ve never downloaded tinder before last tuesday and you pray to the ones above that you don’t get surprised by an undercover seventy-something year old.

finally, you reach the fancy restaurant with a nicely decorated exterior your date told you to meet him at. it was definitely out of your tax bracket; you are definitely going to make a second dinner after this.

upon entering the restaurant, a woman with a slick-back bun who looked like she was in her thirties, probably, immediately walked up to you.

“how many?” she asked, with a stoic expression.

“uh-“ you were honestly terrified of the woman staring you down. “i have a reserved table with um — kosei tsuburaba?”

the woman nodded her head and started walking away, queuing you to follow right behind. you pass by multiple seemingly happy couples until you reach a table with a free seat at the end of the hall. you slightly nod and smile at the woman who leaves the menu on top of the table whilst walking away.

you look over to your date. he was definitely cute; he looked just like his profile, if not better. you take your seat, looking at the apathetic man. “yn right?” his voice was flat and seemed much less ecstatic than the texts he would send days prior. you nod, not wanting to seem rude. upon sitting down, you were caught off guard with the comment made by the man. “you, uh, look a lot different from your pictures. do you photoshop them?”

your jaw physically dropped and you were too much in disbelief to speak. your expression probably stunned your date too because neither of you noticed the waiter who was already there. “excuse me? are you two ready to order?” you turn your head to face the waiter – whose name tag spelt out rintaro suna, but before you could utter a word, kosei spoke up.

“i actually already ate before this.” he stands up, leaving an even more shocked look on your face. with a smile on his face he says, “enjoy your meal yn!” and leaves you on your own.

“what the fuck.” you mutter, cursing him for being absolutely unbelievable and yourself for wasting your time by downloading tinder in the first place. it was when you lean back into your chair where you realize that the waiter was still standing next to your table.

you take a good look at him — he had a nonchalant expression to his flawless face – he takes a good look at you. the brain fog wears off after that humiliating experience. “oh my god. i’m so sorry.” you grab your purse and stand up.

he looked awfully calm, as if he goes through the scene everyday. “it’s totally okay,” he gave a small smirk. “that guy’s a total asshole.”

you smile and nod before you turn around and start heading towards the exit. “wait,” you hear the same voice come from behind you. turning around, hoping you wouldn’t be charged for wasting his time, you were met with the sweet eyes of the suna. “i’ll give you my number.”

you were confused and tilted your head to express it. suna understood this gesture and blurted out, “so i can take you on a proper date.”

reader who wears a fake engagement ring so men don’t approach you, but character doesn’t notice it. not like it matters, since the two of you get into a semi heated argument at the bar + he suggests, half as a joke, why don’t yall just fuck it out and come to an agreement. you hold up your hand and say “im married!!!” and without a missing a beat, he tells you, “your husband must not love you if that’s the ring he got you.”

turns out, character is as rich as he is annoying (which is to say, very very very very much so) & it’s just your luck that your work forces you to be in close proximity to him. if he sees you lifting anything heavy, he’ll ask you with mock sympathy “does your husband know they have you doing manual labor?” (but even more annoying… he’ll carry the stuff for you 🤭)

and then one day you lose the ring and he notices immediately and you would have thought christmas came early. “trouble in paradise?” he’ll ask you, hoping to hear abt ur divorce.

“getting the ring cleaned.” you lie, and you can smell the disappointment coming off of him. he’ll ask the people close to you “so anyway what does her husband even do?” and one of your slow on the uptake coworkers/friends goes “[name]? she doesn’t have a husband……”

oh. well now character is going to have a blast next time he sees you.

Peep Show

Pairing: Ango x fem!reader

Content: NSFW. Secretly watching your husband jerk off. Reader has a clit. Ango calls reader a "naughty girl" and reader owns a vibrator. Approx 600 words.

Typical. The one night Ango is actually able to come home early, you’re the one who ends up being kept late at the office and stuck in traffic. By the time you manage to get home— almost two hours later than you wanted to be— you’re practically dragging yourself through the front door, a veritable zombie. 

You take off your shoes, set them beside his, and shuffle through the mail he left in a little haphazard heap on the coffee table. And that's when you hear a distant yet distinct whimper coming from the bedroom. 

The door is slightly ajar, and you can just about make Ango out through the narrow gap, lay on the bed in nothing but his underwear which is pushed down to the tops of his thighs as he rhythmically strokes his cock. Your face instantly floods with heat at the sight. 

In all the years you've been together, you've never actually seen him fuck himself. A couple of perfunctory tugs before sliding into your pussy with a bitten back groan, but never like this. Never so vulnerable, so exposed. So decadent.

Is it okay to watch, you wonder? It feels a little like a trespass, but then again, he is yours. You’ve seen, touched, and kissed every inch of him, you know every hair, birthmark, little blemish, insecurity, and every weakness for better and for worse. And he looks fucking beautiful. So beautiful you can’t quite bring yourself to look away. 

His slender body is on full display, his chest and stomach rising and falling in staggered undulations with every shaking breath. A dappled blush tints his throat and sternum, his eyes heavy as he fights to keep them open, watching dewy drops of pre-cum roll down his tip as he circles his thumb over his weeping slit. 

You're torn between making your presence known and letting him continue when he reaches out a hand, sliding open your bedside drawer and pulls out your toy. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you remain silent, half expecting him to turn it on and use the vibrations on himself, but he simply closes his eyes, lips parting as if holding back a moan. 

“Oh fuck,” he groans, twisting his hand around the glistening head of his cock. “Ohh…beautiful. Mmh… you naughty girl.” 

And that's when you realize, he's using his ability on your vibrator, reading the object's memories, “watching” all the times you've fucked yourself while thinking of him. Every time you’ve laid alone in bed wishing it was his tongue or fingers on your clit instead of your vibe plays in his mind, making his cock twitch in his big, broad hands. 

His brow knits together as he chokes out a breathless “oh shit,” and you can’t help but wonder what he’s seeing. Whatever it is, it tips him over the edge. A strangled cry leaves his throat, and then he falls completely silent, hips lifting off the bed, leaving him hanging for a second before he finally cums. Pearly ropes shoot onto his stomach as he pants and heaves, his body twisting so he can bury his face into your pillow and inhale the scent of you. 

And when his orgasm subsides, he props himself up, one arm draped across his abdomen as he pants for air. His lips curve into an almost drunken smile before he asks, “Enjoy the show?”

Your heart leaps, initial panic quickly over-ridden by amusement as you push open the door the rest of the way. “How long have you known?”

“Since you came home,” He reaches out to the bedside table, depositing your toy and picking up his glasses. “Now, did you just want to watch, or are you going to come and join me?”

us series! reader has gotten a little lazy at riding, so keigo and touya decide to fix that (*/ω＼)

“You’re spoiling her, you know?” Touya points out one day as he and Keigo grocery shop together, “She’s getting all princess-y ‘cause of you.”

Amber eyes gloss over the selection of bread in the aisle, looking for a particular brioche that he’s been craving for the last week. The bread is found and placed into the cart, Keigo walking ahead for the next thing on the list they need to get. “I don’t know what you mean. I think we’ve been waiting hand and foot for her this entire time.”

It’s not really unusual for you to be used to the princess treatment, not really needing to get up if you need or want something for yourself.

“That’s not what I meant.” Touya sighs as he pushes the cart and lets the blond decide what’s needed for their purchases. “She’s not riding dick like she used to. It’s because when she’s on top of you, you’re doing all the work from the bottom. I’ve noticed it the last three times.”

“Okay, and? What does how we fuck have to do with how you fuck?” Keigo glances back at Touya briefly as he continues to walk towards the next aisle, “If she’s getting lazy with you, you know what to do with her.”

Opting to fuck around, the cart gets pushed into Keigo’s backside and the metal is noisy from the impact.

“You need to do it, you’re the one making her lazy when she’s on top.”

“It should occur to you that I fuck her the way I do is because I enjoy it. I like putting in the work.” Keigo points out, dropping the subject and flipping off Touya for being a menace with the cart. He really doesn't think anything of what was brought up and continues on normally.

But the point comes up in his mind the next time Keigo has sex with you. How he ended up just fucking you from the bottom, keeping your body pressed down to him and thrusting up into your pussy that he just can’t get enough of. And there’s no fight from you to try to take control of riding him. You used to sometimes at least attempt to be the one to take reigns and he’d entertain it before fucking you the way he wants.

He cums in you, your body relaxing against his and it’s like you melted. Keigo moves you like a rag doll, rolling you over to lie back on the bed so that he can fetch a towel and clean himself up. “So good Keigo… so good…” you mutter, leaning back into the pillows and reaching for your phone to start scrolling on your social media.

Not even a thank you for the dicking down you just got—Touya was right.

You are getting spoiled.

Keigo is a bit more gracious when he’s proven to be in the wrong. He goes to Touya says the magic words, “You were right, she doesn’t put in the work anymore.”

Blue eyes are full of mirth when Keigo comes with the admission, already knowing exactly what they’re going to do so that you learn a little lesson. Not that he doesn’t like spoiling you but even you are expected to put in a little bit of effort here and there. And if you’re not gonna do it willingly—

They’re just gonna make you.

“Get on Kei’s dick baby, wanna see you with him.” Touya mutters against your lips, letting you taste your own pussy after he had eaten you out. You’re eager for more kisses from him, almost too lost in the affection before he spanks your ass and directs to the blond laying back on the bed.

Crawling over to Keigo, you hold his cock as you slowly slip it in you. You let out a small gasp, the stretch of him entering you is always pleasant and when he’s fully sheathed inside, you get a dreamy smile on your face. You start to lean down to him, having gotten used to Keigo hugging you back when you move in that motion and you expect him to put in the work of fucking you that he’s been doing the last few times.

So you’re surprised when you’re pushed back by Keigo and surprised again when Touya grabs a fistful of your hair and cranes your neck back. You whimper, being unable to speak a word from the position your first boyfriend has got you in. Only little sounds are the best you can muster as you wonder what’s in store for you.

“Ride him, you’re putting in the work today.” Touya tells you, releasing your hair and spanks your ass hard that makes you yelp. It wasn’t a playful smack either—it was meant to hurt you a little.

Keigo is usually nice when Touya is mean. A comforting hand smooths over the area you were struck, his touch is soft and his gaze is soft too when you look down at him. His hand lifts and strikes you in the same spot Touya did with just as much strength.

“Agh! Hurts!” You whimper and you look down expecting to get a bit of mercy from the blond, but he’s shaking his head and tutting at you.

“You heard him baby, ride me. You can do it, yeah?” Keigo’s voice is sweet, gentle, but the hand smoothing over the spot you were hit has you a little tense. “Yeah baby bird?”

They’re being mean to you together.

You hadn’t even realized how lazy you had been lately when it comes to being on top. Keigo was having fun being the one to do it all for you whenever he had you like this so you had gotten used to it. So you think that acting a little pitiful will earn you some kindness, maybe even make the boys feel bad.

Touya doesn’t have it with you, making you assume the position as he tells you firmly, “Ride him.”

With your hands placed on either side of Keigo’s head, you clench your hands and groan unhappily. You know better than to argue back though. So you move your hips, fucking Keigo’s cock into you for the first time in a while. It feels good, it does feel good, but you don’t have the stamina that you used to.

“Tired, ‘m tired!” you whine, “Please Kei, please just do it for me?”

Touya wasted no time in spanking you again, harder than he did last time. Keigo delivers one too that’s just as mean.

“I said ride him, that was barely even five minutes.” Touya admonishes you, “C’mon brat.”

“I can’t!” you whine petulantly and pout back at Touya.

“You don’t ride him, I’m gonna lift you off his cock and you’re not gonna get fucked by either of us until you actually put in some effort.”

The threat actually makes you mildly panic, looking down at Keigo to see if they actually mean it. They wouldn’t do that, right? They’re not just gonna hold out on you all because of this, right? Right?

Keigo thrusts up once, reaching one hand up to cup your jaw in his hand. He holds you gently but firmly, his voice reflecting the tender way he touches you, “Ride me, you can do it.”

You hesitate, a noncommittal sound hummed out.

This time Keigo is the first to hit your ass and then he gestures to Touya. “Alright, take her off me. She doesn’t want to.”

You feel Touya’s hands go underneath your armpits as if you to lift you up, but you shake him off and hastily speak out, “No! No, I’ll ride Keigo! I’m sorry, I will!” So you assume the position again, moving your hips in the motion that you know how to do but no longer have the stamina for. And what’s worse is that they’re not praising you—they’re still bullying you!

“You’re such a brat, fucking ungrateful. Keigo does all the work for you all the time and that’s the best you can give him?” Touya sneers at you.

“It hasn’t even been that long and you’re that tired already? Everything I do for you and you can’t at least give me half the effort. Lazy little slut.” Keigo sighs in disappointment.

Tears prick at your eyes, sniffling a little but you know better than to stop. Even the grinding you’re doing is at least something but it’s just not enough. You want Keigo to hold you down and use you. You want him to do what he does best and just fuck you until you’re stupid.

“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry!” You whine. So you muster up what little energy you have and do your best to ride Keigo until he cums. It doesn’t matter if you do at this point. What’s important is focusing everything on him. He’s good to you, so so good to you and he deserves to sit back and relax while you show him that you’re willing to meet him halfway.

Your thighs burns as you bounce up and down on Keigo’s cock, your breath is shaky and you want to collapse. But you can’t stop until he’s happy, not until he decides that you’ve done a good enough job. No asking for help from Touya either—you know that this was his idea to do this to you.

“You want Keigo to cum in you, doll?” Touya turns your head to look at him, “Think you deserve it?”

You have to be careful with your words. If you eagerly agree, they could still bully you for being desperate and still only thinking of yourself.

“Whatever Keigo wants. I want to do what he wants.” you manage to speak out and hope it was the right thing to say.

Keigo seems to be satisfied with your words. “Then make me cum.”

It disappoints you a little that he won’t take over but you should know better because Touya is here as well. Maybe if it was just the two of you, Keigo wouldn’t have been as influenced to be as mean. But still you love them and a small part of you loves when they are mean. It can be frustrating when you’re ganged up on but you also know what kind of treatment you’ll get afterwards.

This will be worth it.

You ride Keigo as hard as you can, concentrating with all the effort you have left to focus on him. Touya’s at least kind enough to play with your clit, giving you a little something in return for saying and doing the right thing.

Keigo’s eyebrows start to knit together and you recognize the expression he makes, noticing how he grabs at your hips and his body starts to flex. His muscles and his chest, they get more defined as his body tenses underneath you. So with the last shreds of strength you have left, you fuck Keigo until his eyes start to roll back and he’s gasping for breath.

Then you remember how exhilarating it is to be on top and to watch him unfold beneath you. Even when you know he’s finished cumming inside you, now all of a sudden you just can’t stop. Keigo is the one babbling as you overstimulate him, nonsensical words that can barely be strung together to form a sentence.

“Good girl.”

Touya is the one to lift you off Keigo, immediately setting you onto the bed and pushing your legs open. You and Keigo are catching your breath together, whimpering when Touya shoves two fingers into your pussy. The pads of his fingers stroke inside you and your body writhes a little, but you know to not try to push Touya away.

He likes this.

He’s obsessed with you having Keigo’s cum in you.

“Good girl,” he repeats after he withdraws his fingers and licks them clean, “what do you say?”

“Thank you for teaching me a lesson.” You whisper and you’re relieved when you’re rewarded with a forehead kiss. This is the best part of your boys being mean to you—they’ll be so nice afterwards. They coddle and adore you, shoving their tongues into your mouth for sloppy kisses before doting on you.

Keigo holds you in his arms, muttering little praises along the crown of your hairline.

Touya massages your legs and thighs, his hands comforting and relaxing. But he doesn’t let you forget the lesson he put on you today, “Next time when either of us say that you need to put in some work, what do you?”

“I’ll listen,” you answer, “I won’t complain.”

“Good.”

Hello! I'm new to this but have you ever thought about any of your favorite characters while they're in the act and you look down at a certain part and they're so big on you that it scares you but they're pretty sure it could fit.I don't know if you could write something like that, sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.

hellooo, absolutely love this prompt so much ty for this ♡

men that make it fit | 18+

warnings/tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, size difference, fingering, pet names, praise kink, squirting, raw sex, implied multiple orgasms, large cocks ♡

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Big men who just cover your entire body with theirs when they’re on top of you. 

Guys who make you feel so small when you’re on their lap, their hands are so damn big that they can cover your entire waist, legs, and hands—practically engulfing you. 

Big men that just pin you to the mattress while making out with you, they’re so strong without needing to try, and you probably should feel scared by the difference in strengths but god—you feel so secure. 

And you know he’ll take care of you even if he can hurt you sometimes—never on purpose unless you want it—because of how massive he is. 

Guys who feel just a little bad when they hear you cry from them pushing their thick fingers inside you—stretching your poor cunt and making you leak all over his hand as he curls his fingers inside your plush walls, coaxing out a throbbing orgasm from you. 

“Such a sweet little thing for me,” You hear him murmur, watching as your face twists with pleasure, and he can see the slight worry in your eyes as he fucks you with his fingers. “My baby is taking me so well already.” 

But can you take his cock? 

Fuck—what if it’s too big? 

It must be—his fingers are already too much for you—his dick will be nearly impossible to fit inside you. 

“You think you can be good and take my cock?” You whine, feeling heady and muddy as he pins both of your hands above your head on the bed, while his other hand continues to twist and curl inside you, his thumb pressing and rubbing your swollen clit. “I want to feel my favourite pussy, sweetheart.” 

But you suck in a shaky breath, eyes wide and scared because you know you can’t fit all of him in, and he chuckles breathlessly as he kisses your lips so softly, making you melt against him. 

“Don’t be scared,” He kisses your cheek, then gives your trembling lower lip a gentle pull with his mouth, trying to get you relaxed as he strums his fingers through your sopping folds, his voice low and deceptively soothing. “I’ll be gentle with you, okay?” 

He always is—and that’s the thing. 

No matter how gentle he tries to be—he still ends up stretching you so wide that you think you might actually split in half, the sting of him inside you being too much that you cry sometimes.

He kisses you, and reassures you, hand running up and down your body to spread goosebumps all over your skin. 

Then he’s pushing his pants off to let his fat cock bounce free—it lands on your belly, all hot and heavy, and your breath hitches as electricity sparks through your body—and your heart rate doubles with every passing moment, just waiting for him to stuff you with his cock. 

“Relax for me,” He says while guiding his dick to slide between your plush pussy, letting your slick folds hug his length and coat them in juices as he rocks his hips—his cock head bumping against your clit every time his hips are flushed against yours. 

“You feel that, baby?” Your lashes flutter, your eyes half-lidded as he works you up, making your cunt pulse as he glides his heavy cock over it. “You’re gonna be so good and fit all of me, okay?” 

You gulp, but you still nod—because you want to be good for him. 

You want to feel him and make him feel good. 

And he watches you, focused, taking in every twitch of your features as he slowly pushes the head of his dick inside you—his eyes alight with heat when he sees the way your mouth pops open with a gasp, already feeling the intense stretch of him. 

“You’re okay, baby,” he shushes you, sliding his hands under your thighs to guide them around his waist, and you whine as you hook your arms around his neck, bringing him closer, sloppily kissing him as he waits for you to adjust. “You feel so tight already—fuck—”

He groans, his voice vibrating against you, and you begin to breathe heavily as he pushes his fat cock into you—making you feel every agonizing inch as your pussy struggles to swallow him whole. 

“I—“ Your sentence gets cut short as you choke, already feeling him in your lungs and he’s only halfway in, “I can’t—”

“You can,” One of his hands comes up to swipe a fallen tear on your cheek with his thumb, while his other hand pins you to the bed by the waist. “I know you can, baby, you always did before.”

Which is true—you always did but—

It’s just so fucking big—holy shit—

You bite your lip, and your eyes squeeze shut as you try your hardest to relax—your fluids being pushed out as he lodges his dick inside your warm, plush walls, causing a wet mess all over your thighs and bed. 

You hold him as if you’re clinging onto dear life—taking all of him as he kisses you through it—until his hips finally press against your ass, his cock so deep that your limbs grow numb and you swear you can orgasm already. 

“There you go, sweetheart,” He purrs, waiting a moment as your pussy throbs around him, feeling abused and soaked, and he smiles down at you so achingly soft. “Taking me all like a good girl for me.” 

Then he pulls back—

“Oh god—” And you keen when he rocks his hips forward, sliding his cock along your walls, and he sets a pace of fucking you—getting you wet and your eyes to roll back as he becomes greedy with your pussy. 

“Look, baby,” He grunts, thrusting his cock in and out, his length coming out slick and creamy from your arousal, and he grips your face—fingers squishing your cheeks—to make you look down. “Look how well you’re taking me.” 

Your vision is foggy, you’re barely able to comprehend anything except for the dick inside your sore cunt, and you blink blearily as you try to look at what he wants you to see and—

Fuck.

You watch the way his cock disappears into your pussy, his girth forcing its way into you—and you let out a shaky breath at the way you’re taking it all in. 

Just like he said you would. 

“Told you I’ll make it fit, sweetheart, I always do,” You hear him murmur, and you force yourself to relax into a ragged breath as your limps melt into the mattress beneath you.

You feel like you’re being split in half as he fucks you over and over, bringing you higher and higher until you’re cumming all over him—gushing out liquid as you squirt on his cock with a wet moan, his name on your tongue—

And he takes good care of you throughout it all. His aftercare overwhelms you with cuddles of love and affirmation.

He loves you too much, anyway.

End.

Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, Atsumu, Suna, Gojo, Choso, Sakusa, Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Akaza, Oda, Kuroo, Hinata, plus any of your fav characters ♡

Masterpost

aki loves your tits.

they're so pretty, you're so pretty, definitely the prettiest thing he's ever seen and he's still not sure if he even deserves you. you have the most endearing personality, you're magnetic, aki can never seem to get enough of you because he's always left wanting more. yearning to please you, touch you, to give you everything you've ever wanted. he wants you to feel perfect, just like how he sees you.

he loves it when you have him snake his warm hands up your shirt, your back leant against his chest, his lips on your cheek as he touches you gentle enough to make your whole body shiver, weak in his hold. he cups your chest, pinches your nipples and huffs a soft sigh into your nape when you moan for him, sensitive, arching into his touch.

"you're gorgeous," aki tells you, his voice a low hum in your ear, smooth like it always is. "I want to see all of you. can I?"

he'll have you on his bed then, laying back while he presses more kisses to your neck, your shoulders, your collarbones. his teeth connect with the curve of your breast and he leaves a faint mark there, one for only him to see. proof he loves you, proof you're his. the flat length of his tongue drags over your nipple, licking and then sucking as he gets you messy with his spit.

and he doesn't stop, not when you've already came for him on his fingers while his mouth stays latched to your tits. definitely not when he's fucking you, because even when aki has you a mess underneath him, quivering as he takes you, arching into his touch once his palms caress your chest, hands shaky, he's breathing hard — he still can't ever have enough.

he pants your name, admiring the way you look sprawled out under him, his own marks left all over your skin. and when he's close, he's pulling out to fist his cock until his whole body is tremoring, because he has to cum on you, has to see it. his thick white cum makes a mess all over your chest and between your breasts, and like this, you're somehow even prettier.

for @mrsackermannx

the art of heresy forged 1984 - prequel

SUMMARY: Modern day, 2022, and you have no clue what’s going on. You knew what you went through. You knew it was real, but why were there people trying to convince you that everything that happened to you wasn’t real? Hell, you called bullshit. But you get your chance to fight back when you get a call at your door.

TW: psychological torture, trauma, angst, smut, slight fluff, drinking, consumption of drugs, smoking, mentions of sex, blood, gore, Ben (cause he’s an individual warning), derogatory remarks, gunfire, murder, killing, lots of it, it’s The Boys so be careful guys, really creepy shit, literal crack

A/N - divider by @chachachannah

A/N pt. 2 - Surprise! Decided to crank this one out, kinda like the pilot, see how everyone reacts to it. Enjoy :)

baby, one last dance

“Well, this is fucking stupid.”

You were pissed off- fuck no, you were ready to load this building with C4 and press the shiny red button. You didn’t ask for a shrink. Or a room loaded with enough of these useless stress busters to open a store. A battlefield with your suit on and your team beside you- well, that would be your ideal stress buster, not this clusterfuck.

“If you would refrain from using that language, Miss, I’m sure you’ll adjust smoothly.” The goddamn lady - Evelyn, or Emily, whatever her dumbass name was - told you in a voice that was so sickly sweet you’d get a cavity, but you wouldn’t fall for it. Not with the cock and bull she was feeding you.

To that, you slumped further back on the sofa, unceremoniously, with one arm behind the sofa. You’d be able to get through this had there not been about fifty guards outside the room ready to barge in and blow your brains out if you attempted to give this woman so much as a love tap. “I’d adjust if you’d stop telling me that you and your organisation didn’t motherfucking torture me for forty years. All those wellness shots? Kept me alive so you could hack into my brain. Shame you couldn’t control me anymore, huh?”

This shrink was typical. A absolute joke. She wore granny-knit sweaters. Grandmas wore granny-knit sweaters. You probably wouldn’t be caught dead in that.

“You woke up from a forty year long coma.” The therapist repeated for the fiftieth time, and you got a very vivid image of snapping that arm in two and stop her pen from flying across the page of her notebook. "Nobody could survive that long. These could be fabricated memories as a trauma response.”

“Oh, fuck you, Granny Smith, I’m not thick.” You shot back, scoffing. “That ain’t no trauma response. Bein’ drugged up with that thing that fucked up my brain- you call that a trauma response?”

She gave a heavy sigh, setting down her pen. “We at Vought are merely trying to help you sort out your overwhelming emotions. Help you keep yourself under control-”

“How many of those Vought officials’ cocks’ve you sucked, huh?” You cut off with a smirk and a low chuckle, then tilted your head. “Your mouth must feel like a goddamn Hoover deluxe.”

That had your shrink swallowing nervously, and that told you everything. “Miss-”

“Oh my god, you have.” You continued, looking her over with a chuckle, taking in her tight bun, square glasses, granny sweater, white blouse and pencil skirt with those weird knee highs and vintage shoes. “Never took you for a little bitch." You waved her off when she got uncomfortable, seeing her swallow and look away, adjusting her glasses. "Oh, don't worry about it, mine was too back in the day. Soldier Boy - Ben, he and I had an arrangement. He gets me off, I get him off, and that was a hell of a lot. God, I’d love to do the horizontal tango with that man again. It’d be good, just fighting, and fucking, more fucking, press cons and after that I’d ride him in a hotel room, and it’s a workout cause his dick’s really fucking big-”

The shrink cleared her throat, checking an imaginary watch. “That’s the end of this session. You’ll be escorted back to your hotel room, and I’m looking forward to our next session.”

You got up, forcing a smile and wrinkling your nose briefly at that sweater. “Keep up the good work, Hoover.”

“It’s Eleanor.”

You waved her off, turning around and heavily rolling your eyes just as the door opened and some guards took your arms to lead you out of there.

You scoffed, looking at the faceless people. “You know this is fucking stupid, right?”

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