Press Start! — I’ve Played These Games Before (16/22)

Can I request something with Robb stark x shy reader. She is very quiet and a good wife too rob, but she loves seeing him be a true king to his people so when someone comes along and tries to knock him down a few pegs she speaks up and reminds said person of who they are speaking to leaving Robb speechless and a little turned on. You can end it there or add in a little smut if you want. Thank youuu

A/N requests open! Hope you enjoy, anon! There is just a sprinkle of nsfw at the end, but I tagged it with smut just to be safe ;) i think i used the word shy like a million times. Reblog/Comment if you want more!

You and your husband, Robb, were touring the North and providing supplies to the smallfolk to support them through the Winter. There were many grievances to address and you held court at all the small towns.

You hated the attention, and it was a small mercy that you rarely had to speak. Even when Robb needed your counsel, he asked for it in private so you weren’t embarrassed. The eyes of the people on you were enough to mortify you, yet you bore your discomfort silently and stood by his side.

At one such hearing, Robb ordered the Lords of the lesser Northern houses to visit. You were seated next to him on your throne, Greywind sleeping on the raised floor at your feet.

“The old ways have served the North fruitfully for years. Listen carefully, one war does not make a boy a man and you are yet to know the ways of the world.” Lord Karstark said, wagging a wrinkled finger at Robb.

It was the third time he had questioned your husband in front of his Council. You were furious.

All Robb had suggested was reducing the great burden of supporting lesser houses with tithes from the peasants. Many smallfolks families were missing men and weapons due to the war, and winter was coming. It would be his first Winter as King of the North and he wanted all his subjects to survive, not just the noblemen.

You thought it was admirable. You also knew how hard he worked, spending almost all nights this week pouring over papers and accounts.

“Don’t forget yourself, I am the King,” Robb chided him. Greywind woke up and went to him, a silent threat.

“No man that calls himself King is a true-“ Lord Karstark began in his crotchety old voice. Anger coursed through your veins. How dare this senile old man try to insult your husband.

You cleared your throat. The hall fell silent. Robb frowned and turned to look at you. His wife was a woman of few words but they were all worth hearing.

“My King husband would have no need of repeating his station if you would remember it, my Lord. And if you cannot, then perhaps in the evening of one’s life we must accept our limitations and resign to things we are capable of.” You said calmly, yet sharply. Robb’s jaw dropped in awe.

It took Karstark’s slow mind a moment longer to process.

“Control your tongue, woman,” he said said, eyes wild, pointing to you.

“Disrespect the Queen and you will feel my blade,” Robb yelled, stepping down from the throne and pulling out Ice, just as the direwolf by his side leapt into action.

Karstark did not know when to keep hush. He retorted back sarcastically, and the altercation ended with him being dragged to the dungeons for his impunity. The other lords were also greatly displeased with him, for now they had no chance of changing the King’s mind about restoring their allowances.

You were glad to see the end of the day, and walked into the chambers of your current abode with Robb trailing behind you.

“Lord Karstark demands hot oil for his feet, did you hear it, darling?” Robb said, crushing the piece of correspondence he read. “To send his demands with servants even when imprisoned. The gall of him.” He chuckled.

“I’ve had it up to here with that old bastard,” you said angrily. You let your hair down and started running your fingers through it roughly. The more you thought of it, the more your anger flared.

“How dare he set foot in your court, dine and dwell in our hospitality, and feel entitled to disrespect you like that? I will not stand for it, Robb.” You said, tugging at the lacing and stepping out of your gray court dress.

“Age does not guarantee wisdom, darling. Experience does. And the old fool has none.” Robb said, walking up to you and resting his hands on your shoulders. He pushed your hair to the side and kissed up your neck from your shoulders to your ear.

You tilted your head to give him more access. After a while he turned you around and kissed your mouth. You savored his languid kisses. His hands slowly pushed your chemise over your shoulders till it hung just above your breasts.

You pulled away, and leaned back, his strong arms holding you up.

“I’m sorry for speaking out of turn, love” you said shyly. You were bold in your anger but the shyness was starting to creep in now. “I love you, and I cannot bear to see you insulted after you pour your soul into this Kingdom.”

“Don’t be sorry, you were fantastic,” Robb said, apparently unable to keep his lips off of you. You gasped as he nipped at the bottom of your throat. “I would like to see the wolf in my little wife more often.”

You giggled at his words, and he walked you backwards till your calves hit the bed. Your chemise dropped to your hips and his hands made quick work of finding your breasts.

Your hands came up to cover yourself.

“Robb, the candles,” you said, eyes wide. His own blue ones lit up with mirth.

“I know now that you are not shy, let me see what is mine, darling.” He whispered, pushing your chemise to the floor. You stepped out of it, naked as the day you were born. Your skin felt hot under his hungry gaze.

“Lie back, Y/N,” he said, licking his lips and pushing you down on the bed. “I wish to show you some of my appreciation.” He knelt before you with a wink.

Robbs hands found your knees and he spread them apart. Your hands twisted into his auburn hair in surprise.

And there was nothing shy about the sounds you made that night.

NO PAIN NO GAIN ! H. IWAIZUMI

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ new year’s resolution: don’t fall on the treadmill or for your hot gym instructor

cw: suggestive, crude humour, language, kys jokes

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for @aozui & @s6rine my beloveds

a/n: this wasn’t funny at all sorry. i had a vision but it was poorly executed.

div creds @.ianrkives , @.cafekitsune

♡ soap's little plan ♡

abo!141 x omega!reader

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summary: despite having a pack of his own, soap finds himself wanting more. he's grown tired of being the only Omega with 2 unruly Alphas. good thing you showed up, now he can flush those pesky little suppressants and make you theirs.

⚠︎ suggestive themes, soap being a little obsessed, invasions of privacy

a/n: series??? idk where this came from but enjoy

Soap wasn’t an unhappy man. He was talented, knew just how dangerous he was in the field, how many brushes with death he’d skillfully skirted with a big “fuck you” and a bloody smile. He had the respect of his peers and fear of the new recruits. Most importantly, he had a pack he loved. Never went to bed wanting or alone. His inner Omega should be satisfied, all things considering, and yet, he still yearns. 

He feels guilty sometimes. When he’s laid out on one of his mate’s beds, sweaty and thrumming with release. He rolls over, pressing wet kisses to damp skin and trying to focus on fingers that ghost over his head. Tries to push out the gnawing subconscious thought of more. He wants to scoff at himself. 3 mates and somehow he still couldn’t help but be greedy. 

It’s like Price says in the field (and in the bedroom, funnily enough): “You're a goddamn restless dog ain’t ‘ya? Restless and a dog, indeed. 

His words run through Soap’s mind as he stares at you. His dirty little one-sided secret. He’s watched you for months. Smelled you immediately when his eyes first landed on you, an unforgettable mix of vanilla licorice, fruit, and a tang of something earthy, like grass or rain. So unbelievably feminine and soft, he was intoxicated. Couldn’t help but watch as you walked down the hall. You had glanced at him, eyebrows furrowing slightly; he remembered the chill that ran through him when you locked eyes. 

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

He had immediately sweet talked the Beta receptionist into handing over your file. He had tucked it under his arm and taken it to his room, locking the door and glancing around like he was a teen with a raunchy magazine. Read it front to back. You were smart, specialized in cybersecurity before you joined the military. Now you drifted from team to team, going where you were needed. Helping run covert hops here, a little hacking there. He felt a grin take over his face when he saw that in your last assignment, you acted as a demolition expert. An impressive resume, he faintly wondered why you hadn’t been pinned down by a team yet. Clearly, you were an asset. 

He got to your current contract papers, seeing you were brought on to be a floater. You’d help with missions in the unit how they saw fit. He could only pray that he’d be working with you eventually. He closes the file, thumbing the small file photo of you. You were beautiful no doubt, not smiling but still holding a hint of softness. 

He pauses when he realizes he didn’t see a presentation in your file. He flips through the pages again, skimming through your medical report. The boxes next to ‘Omega’, ‘Alpha’, and ‘Beta’ are all unmarked. It clicks then, your sweet smell and the lack of presentation in your files. You were an Omega. 

Soap wasn’t really supposed to be where he was as an Omega. While there were no rules against it, there were hardly any Omegas here for a reason. It was hard, both physically and mentally. Soap had taken twice the recommended amount of suppressants and nearly went broke buying scent blockers. Put his body through hell and back to prove he was worthy. It was only when he became Lieutenant and had the protection of a pack that he felt comfortable enough to stop hiding his presentation . By then, no one could really say anything about it. 

His heart raced. You were an Omega. He had no proof other than being one himself, but he was almost sure of it. It did nothing to curb his growing curiosity. 

He should have pushed you out of his mind, but he’s Soap. He’s insistent and can be downright stubborn when it comes down to it. It was just his nature. He formulated a whole plan, get close to you, slowly ease you into meeting his pack, then make you theirs. Plain and simple. 

It was not plain and simple. 

First of all, the guilt started eating at him. He had everything he’d ever hoped for, a family, a successful career, and here he was. The worst part is that Soap couldn’t help it, he loved his mates, their masculine presence and smell that filled a room. But he secretly can’t help but wish there was another Omega around, someone who could help him ground his Alphas. Gaz did a great job, but he was a beta, and Soap often received the brunt end of Ghost and Prices’ more baser instincts. Not just an Omega, but a woman. Someone with that femininity and power that balances and soothes an entire pack into submission. 

Second of all, you didn’t want to give him the time of day. 

The first time he approaches you is in the dining hall, your face stoic and focused as you grab an apple and place it on your tray. He takes a few breaths, your muted and yet somehow still overwhelming scent filling his senses. 

“New around here bonnie?” He finally gets the courage up to speak.  “Names Johnny, but people call me Soap.” He reaches a hand out. 

You take it hesitantly, and he revels in the softness. He tries not to get distracted by the way his hand almost completely covers your own. 

“Y/n.” you respond curtly, releasing his hand and grabbing your tray.  “Transferred a week ago.” You don’t wait for his response, making your way over to one of the many tables littered with people chatting. Soap hastily grabs a banana and his tray, taking long strides to catch up with you. 

“So uh, how you likin’ it so far?” He flinches at his own stutter. God, he’s out of practice. 

You give him a pointed look. 

“S’fine.” You sit, hastily picking up your spoon and taking a bite of oatmeal. It doesn’t deter Soap. 

He spends the next 30 minutes talking your ear off, receiving the occasional nod or “mhm” from you. You give up very little about yourself, answering shortly and precisely. It drives him mad. 

You cut off his rant on the latest recruits, standing abruptly. “It was nice talking with you Lieutenant MacTavish, but I have to get going.” 

He watches as you leave, stunned and frankly a little turned on at how easily you brushed him off. Soap was a sucker for a chase. 

He faintly realizes that you knew his rank and last name, and has a feeling that you’re a careful and intelligent woman. It only fuels his growing suspicion of your presentation. 

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

Soap keeps trying after that, despite the gnawing feeling of guilt and greediness. The less you give him, the more enraptured he becomes. With every eye roll and silent stretch you give him, he falls deeper and deeper into the need to make you his. 

It only takes a couple months for it all to come to a head. Soap finds you in a hallway late at night, most people tucked away in their quarters. Your scent is slightly off, soured and citrusy. He loves it. 

“Where are you stormin’ off to?” 

You don’t answer, which is not unusual, but the way you push past him without so much of a glance, is. “Aye, c’mon love, what’s got you so worked up?” 

You turn on your heel, almost crashing into Soap. You didn’t hate him, sometimes you even welcomed the company, even though his jokes were shit. Not that you’d let him know you even remotely liked his presence. You stare him down for a second, teeth gritted. 

You had just overheard some particularly nasty and sexist comments about you, not the first time- hell not even the fiftieth time. But it never stung less, that people refused to see your experience and rank simply because you had the misfortune of being born a woman. You regret the words almost as soon as you say them. 

“Leave me the fuck alone, MacTavish. I’m not interested in your company, and I sure as shit didn’t ask for it. Go bother your pack, and leave me alone.” You spit the word at him, and you’re not sure why. Maybe it’s a reflection of your own loneliness deep down. You can’t stand the shock on his face, so you turn around and sulk to the kitchen to find a sweet treat to placate you. 

Soap watches as you leave, and he’s hurt. How can you not see how perfect you’d be for the pack? Granted, he’s the only one that knows, he still has no idea how to broach the topic with his pack. Would they hate him? Call him selfish, wonder why they weren’t enough for him? His fists clench at his sides as your scent completely fades. 

Then it clicks. He doesn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it before. He smiles to himself, no longer upset at your blatant rejection. He almost skips back to his room. 

He has it all figured out. 

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

The next morning he flirts with some nurses, brings them donuts from the place off base. While they’re all distracted and giggling amongst each other, he quietly slips into the record room and grabs your files. His heart beats out of his chest at the little checkmark next to “Omega”. 

He knew it. He flips through the files quickly, finding a detailed page tracking your heat cycles. You haven’t had a heat in years, seeing a note that says you denied a doctor's request to go into heat at least once every 3 years. He knew that pain, he couldn’t imagine you putting yourself through that. You shouldn't be putting yourself through that. He’ll make sure that you don’t have to anymore. 

He flips a few more pages, going back to when you did have your heats. He finds an entry that notes that you had unusually long and painful heats, along with a prescription of sedatives. The next line states that you usually have them every 3 months, February, May, August and sometimes December. He hears his heartbeat in his ears when he realizes his luck of it being the beginning of December. It was meant to be. 

He closes the file quietly, closing his eyes in relief. You’d be his, and his pack’s, soon. 

That night, while you’re showering in the gym, Soap is breaking into your room. It doesn’t take much effort, he’s in within minutes, stepping into your sacred space. There’s a half assed nest in the corner of your room, your instincts must be strong if you’re still nesting while taking suppressants. He wants to go over and fluff it for you, add his scent covered shirt to the pitiful pile. He shakes his head. He needs to focus on why he’s here. 

He rifles through your cabinets, desperately searching. He knows you like long showers, but he’s still on edge. If he gets caught, it’s all over. He tries to be quick without disturbing the placement of your items, but he begins to panic when he can’t find those familiar little pills. He rushes to your bed, looking underneath. He’s about to lose hope when he moves from underneath your bed, cursing when he knocks his head on the frame. 

He almost doesn’t hear it. The soft thud of something falling. He looks back under the bed, eyes falling on a tiny box meant for jewelry. He grabs it, slowly opening it and removing the piece of foam on top. 

Bingo. 

He stares at the tiny pills, the familiar pale blue a contrast against the black of the box. He spills a few in his hand. There were enough for months. You were like he was, handing your health over in exchange for surviving here. His fist closes over pills as he makes his way out of your room. He locks your door behind him, trying not to run to his room. When he makes it there, he’s buzzing with excitement. He goes to his bathroom, opening the toilet lid and fishing the box from his pocket. He doesn’t hesitate in throwing them all into the bowl, and watching as the water swirls when he flushes. The water settles, and your pills are gone. 

Omega’s are the most sensitive of the three presentations. Senses more in tune than even the best Alpha. It was in their very biology to be strong in ways Alpha’s were not, to hold a pack together. Your biology would work quickly, work through the artificial hormones you’d been poisoning yourself with in haste. It happened to him, after so long of suppressing his Omega, it came back with a vengeance. You would be no different. 

And with Price’s rut- and Ghost’s, coming up soon, they won’t stand a chance against the strong smell of an Omega in heat. He’ll make sure that they find you, that they take care of you. 

It was all part of his plan, after all.

❝ HAVING FUN? ❞

ᯓsynopsis: walking in while you're touching yourself.

ᯓwarnings: smut. f!reader. fingering. pet names (pretty girl, baby). sakusa and suna call reader slut. english isn't my first language, sorry if there's any mistake!! masterlist.

ᯓfeaturing: miya atsumu ⊹ ࣪ ˖ kuroo tetsuro ⊹ ࣪ ˖ sakusa kiyomi ⊹ ࣪ ˖ suna rintaro !

★ miya atsumu .ᐟ

he leans against the door frame as he watches you. you're arching your back, your walls hugging your digits. they're too small to please you as your boyfriend does, but you're so needy since atsumu has been out for a week because an out of country tournament and you have missed him so, so much. but when you hear a chuckle, you freeze. you turn around to see him with a grin on his stupidly handsome face. "need some help, pretty girl?"

★ kuroo tetsuro .ᐟ

you wake up alone on your bed and feeling overheated. your nipples are hard and you have a thin layer of sweat all over your body, and you curse the damn japanese volleyball association for keeping your man too busy. your hand go down your body and you start playing with your clit, just as tetsuro does. it's not as good as when he does it, but it's enough to make you moan. when you're about to sink your fingers in your core, the bedroom door opens. shit, today is his free day, you remember. "you just had to go to the kitchen if you needed me, baby. now tell me how much you want it and I may help you"

★ sakusa kiyoomi .ᐟ

you're laying on your bed using your dildo while omi is — or at least you think so — at practice. your back arches off the mattress as you sink it further in your dripping cunt and you grab the sheets beneath you with your free hand. you speed up the dildo and your grip on it and on the covers tightens, a loud moan leaves your mouth, eyes shut as you imagine that is sakusa's dick making you feel good, even if he is quite bigger. "s-sshit, omi!" you whine, and you gulp when you hear a very familiar voice answering with a husky tone. "yes?" your eyes are wide opened and you pull out the dildo. you try to speak, but he does before you can say a word, his stern tone leaving no room for a reply. "you're just a needy slut, raise that pretty ass f'me and let me show you what a real dick is"

★ suna rintaro .ᐟ

his green eyes are fixed on your body, you're on four on your king sized bed as your fingers bury deep inside your gummy walls. he can't help but feel jealous of it, that's his pussy you're touching, he should be the one feeling how you clench around him, not your stupid fingers. so you gasp when a hard spank lands on your ass. his fingers tangle in your hair and he pulls you up, your back flush against his chest and you can feel his breath against your ear. "I don't know why you keep acting like you can cum when you know perfectly fine that you need my cock for that"

Online Friends…(or more?) - Suna Rintaro x reader

Chapter 1 - Oh?

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Where a Nekoma girl falls in love with her online friend... an Inarizaki boy ♡

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Introducing our (main) cast!

Insert your image here ;)

⋆｡°✩ y/n l/n, second year, Nekoma's sweetheart,

volleyball team manager, and best friends of Kenma + Kuroo⋆｡°✩

⋆｡°✩ Kuroo Testuo, third year, Nekoma's

volleyball team captain, star middle blocker ⋆｡°✩

⋆｡°✩ Kenma Kuzume, second year, the brain of Nekoma ⋆｡°✩

⋆｡°✩ Suna Rintaro, second year, Inarazaki's middle blocker,

and stoner ⋆｡°✩

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⋆｡°✩Playlist -

⋆｡°✩Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? - Arctic Monkeys "Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"

⋆｡°✩Ribs - Lorde "You're the only friend I need, sharing beds like little kids, laughing 'til our ribs get tough, but that will never be enough.

⋆｡°✩No.1 Party Anthem - Arctic Monkeys "The look of love, the rush of blood, The 'She's with me' is the Gallic Shrug."

⋆｡°✩You're All I Want - Cigarettes After Sex "You're all I want, we fucked so hard it left me faded, for all you are. There is no other love, it's only yours."

⋆｡°✩Heavenly - Cigarettes After Sex "I'm giving you all my, giving you all my, giving you all my love."

⋆｡°✩Streets - Doja Cat "We play our fantasies out in real life ways and No Final Fantasy, can we end these games though?"

⋆｡°✩ Poison - Brent Faiyaz "Girl, you do damage to me,. You know I love it, yeah I love you. Ain't nothing better for me now"

⋆｡°✩Never Be Like You - Flume, kai "Stop looking at me with those eyes Like I could disappear and you wouldn't care why Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you"

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rin2gone

n/n, hop on? read at 2:23 am

y/n_bby

bet, u choose what we do tn! read at 2:24 am

--Incoming call from rin2gone--

answer decline

You hover your mouse over the answer button on your screen and eagerly press it, excited to finally have someone to play with. Recently, you have been so stressed over your studies, volleyball, and planning things out for the Nekoma boys, that you have been burnt out.

Thankfully, you have your online friend, Suna Rintaro, who has always been there to help you wind down. You guys have met while playing Valorant, he added you because he needed a duo in ranked, and it just so happens that you are by far the best player he has ever met. It has been 5 months since then, and yall have been talking pretty much everyday since then, playing games together, smoking, watching movies over call, you name it.

"hey" a smooth yet deep voice rings through your headphones.

"hii rin, how are you? what do you wanna do tonight?" You say, excited to finally have some time to relax.

"ive been good n/n, are u gonna smoke with me tonight or no? "

"mmm, sure, im assuming tonight we are gonna play a chill game? mincraft? stardew valley? roblox?"

you hear him inhale, hold his breath, and then exhale. you could tell that he rolled a blunt tonight, based off the noise. it was either that, or his dispo.

"im down for some minecraft," he says, taking another hit after.

"okayy hop on twin, ill roll while i wait for you." you take your stash out of your drawer along with your materials, and begin to take some weed and sprinkle it in the paper. You then roll it, lick it to keep it together, and light it.

inhale, hold, exhale.

You instantly feel your muscles calming down, and your mind easing as you only focus on one thing. playing with suna.

"okay n/n, im on the server. today lets just focus on building our house. im tired of this piece of shit dirt hut," he chuckles.

you hop on, instantly going into the woods to get some wood for your house with suna.

"rin, are we living together or do you wanna be in separate houses?" you ask as you take another hit, the drug making you feel more relaxed than ever, and you feel your eyes begin to rest more.

"why would we live separated dumbass, lets find a good place to settle tho. what biome are you thinking?" you hear him take another hit.

"im thinking cherry blossom biome! i think we will get lucky today finding it." you smile to yourself at his response. you have always wondered what suna looked like. despite talking to him everyday for 5 months, you guys have never talked about school, appearance, or anything of the sort. the only thing you guys both knew was your age, (both 17-18 in this) and how you guys are both 2nd years.

you have become infatuated with this boy, yet you don't even know what he looks like, where he is from, or what school he goes to. all you know, is his chill personality, and his sultry voice that sets you at ease every time you hear it.

"okay, lets just pray it doesn't take us 8 years to find this biome, but if you like it then we will find it." he says. you two were close yes, and quite often flirted with each other. you just couldn't identify what you guys were. online friends, obviously, but there was this way that you both would talk to each other, this chemistry and tension you have felt with no other.

you are volleyball team manager, and you have plenty of male friends, but you have never clicked with another guy like you have clicked with suna. you guys flirt, but you dont even know how he looks. you look forward to the nights he would text you, and you guys would just play all nigh, laughing and smoking.

he always talks and chooses his words in a way that would always make you feel something. butterflies? excitement? yearning? you couldnt put the mark on it.

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its been an hour since you and rin first started playing, and you have now just come across a cherry blossom biome. he did say if you wanted it, you will get it.

"rinn come! heres the biome we finally found it!" you say excitedly, you have already finished your blunt and looked at the time- 3:30 am. although it is saturday, you have to wake up a little early to go study with kuroo and kenma, as you had planned to meet up at 12:00pm.

"finally, its about time. come on, lets build a quick 5x5 house for now with whatever blocks you have and put our beds down and sleep. i don't trust myself with these mobs at night, im too high.

you guys begin building a small house, nothing like the ones you have planned to build and finally he puts his bed down.

"y/n what are u waiting for, but your bed down next to mine so we can sleep." he says, in a whining yet low tone.

you quickly oblige and put down your bed, making your character sleep, just to wake up again and build your actual house with suna.

"ughh finally! we are donee, rin look at our house from out here."

"looks like the two hours we spent on this house alone was worth it, good job n/n."

"thank you rin! u too, but its lowkey 5 am and i had promised my friends to study with them at 12 pm today so i think i need to sleep a little, as much as i want to stay on with you."

"i see, yeah make sure you sleep. we did good today."

"what will you be doing rin?"

"well, since you are hoping off i have no reason to be on, so ill probably just sleep too. good night y/n, sleep well."

"oh, good night to you too rintaro, sleep well!"

you press over the hang up button and shut off your pc as his words ring and repeat in your head.

'well, since you are hoping off i have no reason to be on,'

oh the things that he does to you, and yet he doesn't even know it.

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"good afternoon y/n!" you hear as you are walking into your best friend's house, kuroo.

"good afternoon! hi kenma, what are you playing?"

"hi y/n, im just playing super smash bros right now, are you guys ready to study."

"yes and here you guys go, sorry for being a little late!" you hand each of them a matcha, putting your bag down and then taking out your books and pens to study. after staying up late and getting high with suna last night, you accidently slept a little longer than you expected. you had 5 alarms set, 9:30 am, 9:45 am, 10 am, 10:30 am, and finally 10:45 am. all of those alarms, just to wake up at 11:45 am, not to mention that you live 20 minutes away from kuroo.

"don't worry y/n its fine, kenma just got here anyways. so what are we starting with today? chemistry or calculous?"

"i would rather kill myself." kenma says quietly while spamming buttons on his nintendo switch.

"so chemistry first then, got it." kuroo says, chuckling a little.

"y/n, you are coming to the volleyball camp right? the one in a week. please im begging please come we need your help! you're so helpful and your coaching is so good, why dont you follow your volleyball dreams?" kuroo asks, after finishing some chemistry questions with me.

"i mean, why not? ill go and as for volleyball, i dont know, i might start soon, i just don't think ill have the time too. its either i manage you guys or join the nekoma girls volleyball team, but i heard they aren't doing too good so im not sure about that right now."

its slightly raining outside, making the atmosphere calming. kenma took a '10 min break' 30 minutes ago and still hasn't gotten back to work yet. its already 4 pm, which is crazy since you got at kuroo's place at around 12:30 pm.

"okay good you better. kenma and i need you there! and dont forget, we leave friday after school! make sure to pack, its going to be hosted at inarizaki high school and its going to be a week long, so pack what you need."

"hm inarizaki, okay. i dont think i know anyone from there. ill make sure to pack and thank you for letting me know. wanna study biology now?"

"lets just play games for a sec oh my gosh." kenma says blankly, while laying upside down, halfway off the bed, playing animal crossing.

as you got home, you take off your shoes, place your keys on the table next to the front door, and head to your room. you, kuroo, and kenma ended up studying until 6pm, and went out to get some pork buns at the local convenience store.

you start up your pc, which greets you with a message from suna as soon as you hop on.

rin2gone

n/n lets play val, im tryna rank up read at 8:0 pm

y/n_bby

okay rin! call me now read at 8:06 pm

--Incoming call from rin2gone--

answer decline

"you were studying for a while, you didn't even text me when you were getting on." suna says, inhaling, holding, and exhaling right after.

"ughh i know im so sorry, i ended up waking up so late so my friends and i started later. none of them ended up complaining because his other friend was late too."

"him? were you with your boyfriend?" suna asked in a confused voice with a hint of something else in it, something you couldn't tell.

"boyfriend? when did i say i had a boyfriend rin, and yes he, my 2 best friends are guys but i could never see them like that."

"oh i see, interesting. anyways hop on valorant, we are hitting ascendant today, im tired of being in diamond. we just need to get back to immortal n/n, its been so long." suna says with some relief in his voice.

"okay im on, queue us up now!" you say, excited to finally play with suna. hearing his voice just feels right, like turning on a switch inside of you.

"oh n/n we got your favorite map, ascent."

"oh my gosh YES, we haven't played this map in ages, what are you gonna play? duelist, initiator, smokes, or sentinel?"

"lets go back to the old days, lets both play duelist. ill play jett, who are you gonna play?"

"i think im gonna play reyna! just like our first match together." you say smiling, excited to win and rank up with one of your closest friends, suna.

"n/n, lets listen to music together, join my spotify listen along before the game starts."

you join, and the song playing is Why'd you only call me when you're high, by Arctic Monkeys.

"ughhh you know me so well rin, i love this song!"

"hello, does anyone have a mic?" you hear a voice cut you off. one of your teammates speak in game after loading into the game.

"hey" rin speaks in game

"hii" you say in game after him

"hey, and holy you sound bad as hell reyna, if we win this game i get your number, okay?" your teammate who is playing omen says. as always, there is going to be a weird teammate who just flirts with girls no matter what. thats valorant summed up.

"who knows, ill have to see for myself if you deserve it, im not that easy, omen." you respond back chuckling to yourself

"ew n/n this guy is so cringe, why do these weirdos always hit on you in game? at this point im going to stop letting you speak in game." suna says to you

"oh? is something wrong sunaa, and what if i still speak in game after you tell me not to?" you say in a teasing tone

the round starts, and you wait for your sova to scan the site with his recon arrow before entering. you push through tunnels, clearing the corner and getting a kill.

"nice good pick reyna!" omen says

you then use your eye and flash the site, giving suna the opportunity to smoke off the enemy spawn and market, dashing into generator switch and getting a kill. you follow up behind him, checking cubby, but no one was there.

"where is my praise, omen?" suna says in a snarky tone.

as you push through turning left, going to B-site, you clear the corner to your right getting a kill, and then using your dismiss to get yourself to a safe spot to reload, since you saw someone backsite in boat house.

you swiftly jump down, as you see suna coming from B-stairs, pushing down with you, after getting a kill from the enemy spawn.

"n/n, push now!" suna says, and you double swing the person in back site, successfully getting the kill, giving suna the assist.

"good job rin!" you say excitedly

"hey reyna, wanna duo after this? you are the best duelist i have ever played with, and i could do way better than this jett." the omen says to you.

you simply ignore, listening to suna instead.

"this guy is so embarrassing oh my gosh he needs to shut the hell up. good job to you too, we just work so good together. you wanna know what i would do to you if you didn't listen to me? well first, i would shut you up in many different ways, but since you disrespected me, i would cho-" his words were cut off by this omen again.

"reyna! please accept my friend request, you are so good, ill show you what a real duo could do, unlike this jett, he sucks ass" this omen continues talking, and before you could respond, you hear suna step in.

"yo omen, shut the fuck up. she doesn't want you or know you, so you can put your horny dick away and focus on smoking what we need smoked on the map. thanks pussy." suna says in a annoyed tone. inhale, hold, exhale is what you heard right after.

"jett she don't want you either big bro nor does she want your dick. ill show her what real dick is. reyna what is he to you? your boyfriend or what?" your teammate snorts.

"yeah actually i am her boyfriend, and you wanna know something? she knows where real dick is. isnt that right n/n baby?" suna says back to the omen.

you feel your heart pounding a little. you know that he isn't actually calling you baby, its just that the word 'baby' is in your in game name. but the way he is sticking up for you is just so hot. his stern yet deep tone of voice, the way he takes a hit and chooses his words so carefully, like he actually meant everything he said.

"yeah, he's my boyfriend omen, now shut the fuck up and focus on the game. you are just getting so annoying now." you respond back.

you hear suna start to cough right after you said that.

"um suna are you okay? why are you coughing?" you ask confused

"oh uh, just smoke went down the wrong pipe thats all." he says quickly. bullshit. this guy has been smoking for years, there is no way he could cough off a small hit. you ignore it and continue to play out the game.

obviously, you two win the game, 13-6, with you the MVP of the game, with suna right behind you.

"rin, i think ima nap a little, im just so tired from waking up and studying, i might be on later."

"okay thats fine, i think i will practice my volleyball with my friends."

"you play volleyball suna? since when"

"since forever n/n, we just never talked about it."

"oh i see! well thats so nice because i play too! my friends say i should join our school team but i dont have time since im the volleyball manager for our guys team, thats wear i met my two best friends who i was with today." you reply, excited to learn more about suna's life.

"oh i see, you should join a team n/n, im sure you are amazing. who are your friends by the way? im curious."

"oh well i don't think you know them, kuroo and kenma, they are both volleyball players. we all go to nekoma!"

you hear a small, yet deep chuckle on the call and a small silence rings through your ears.

"nekoma you say? well my school is hosting a volleyball camp and nekoma is invited. have you heard of inarizaki?"

what.

you are both silent. you hear your heart beating in your ears, and a weird twisting feel in your stomach. Suna rintarou, your best friend, your biggest infatuation, goes to inarizaki?

"are you serious? im going there." you say, unable to say anything else, not even able to muster any of the feelings you are usually doing saying to suna.

"hm, looks like we get to see each other sooner than you think n/n. lets play a game, whoever figures out who is who first, or whoever finds one another first, has to do what ever the winner wants." he suggests, as you hear his small smirk through the call.

"okay, bet. i wont loose suna." you say, starting to gain your consciousness back.

"we will see about that, girlfriend. sleep well and text me when you wake up."

you're left with the ring of the call hanging up, and the sounds of your heart pounding in your chest.

just what could suna possibly be planning? and why are you feeling like this?

end of chap. 1

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thank you so much for reading bbys and ill try to update as soon as you can! i love youu byeeee

I would let Jango Fett (and any clone, to be honest) call me up when he's planet side, fuck me, then leave without saying goodbye and I'm tired of pretending I wouldn't

🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️ mmmm i had to close my eyes and clench my thighs reading this. jango i think would be more callous and rough w it, whereas some of the clones might be more sincere. because i'm merely a series of holes for them to use I'll just talk about multiple. feel free to request others if i missed someone you'd like to hear about.

jango's rich and highly skilled at his job, notorious to those who know him and invisible to those who don't. it's not hard for him to get you in bed, nor is it hard for him to keep stringing you along, knocking roughly on your door, not because he couldn't get in by picking your lock, but because he wants you to hear that sound and know that it's a precursor to his own behavior: rough, fast, demanding. jango uses you for pleasure and not company, kissing at your mouth instead of letting you talk, smothering you with his broad shoulders and considerable muscle until all you're doing is wrapping your arms and legs around him, your actions solely reliant on his own. he loves pulling back to look at your flushed, sweaty face, your heaving chest as your lips perpetually part just to suck in air that he'd stolen from you with the heft of his body, your limbs weak and limp as he watches you. he's proud of the way he affects you, he's respected and feared in all endeavors he undertakes. he tortures you by never letting you know when he'll be on coruscant, and it means you wait eagerly in your apartment each night, longing for his gloved fist to pound on you door. you let him in every time, and you always will. he lets himself out every time, and he always will.

rex keeps in mostly good spirits with his team and his men, so when he shows up outside your door it's for companionship. He wants connection, he's mollified with claps on the shoulder from general skywalker but camaraderie can't replace intimacy. he nudges his face into yours, his nose bumping the space between yours and your cheek. he breathes your air, he presses himself to you like the space between you might kill him. he's proud to be in your bed, with you, kissing your skin and committing it to memory for late nights out in the cold vacuum of space. he holds you tenderly, his palms always pressed to your flesh to drink you in, and he lets you act as an outlet for his longing. being with you rejuvenates him, but watch out because if he's too happy the day after, his men are gonna know he got laid. general skywalker is all too proud to cover ahsoka's ears when he congratulates him for being in such good spirits

wolffe is so fucking stressed. truly he has to put up with so much bullshit and he's infinitely grateful for his general because if he had skywalker like rex he'd shoot himself. he knocks on your door to pin you to the bed and slam the headboard into the wall, he uses your cunt as a punching bag and he bites vivid, stinging marks into your neck and chest. He kisses them afterwards, letting his post-orgasm tenderness through, but he tires himself out before he ever croons at you. maybe it'd be different if you lived with him, but he's not on coruscant all the time, so frantic rough sex and an empty bed in the morning is what you'll get.

hunter bad batch finds it hard to get time away from his team because of their status as, uh, well, runaways. it's rare that he can let his guard down enough to spend a night in your bed, but that's why he leaves without saying goodbye. he slips out as soon as you're asleep, and departs coruscant before you even wake. you're his, 'be back in a few hours, i've got one last thing to do'. you're left wondering if he has go-tos on every planet, or if you're lucky. you're lucky, but he won't tell you that. he will, however, leave something to hold on to until the next time he sees you. probably a bandana, pardon the cliche, but it's the one he tied your wrists to the headboard with last night, so you keep it with you.

wrecker would genuinely feel terrible not saying goodbye i'm sorry. he might rock your shit and leave you numb but he'll always get all mushy when he's gotta go. he definitely tends to be one of the more romantic ones, he's a big softie and probably wouldn't treat you so callously even if combat was wearing on him. he prides himself for being in your life, and he'd assure you every time you got together that he wasn't just using you for pleasure. he'd comm you semi frequently if he was able.

fives is a little shit who might possibly fit into the scenario described. while i think he'd feel guilty for using you and treating you like he's using you, i can see it happening and just being a poor decision of his that he's not too proud of, but that he can't stop regardless. i can see him playing into a fuckboy persona and trying not to think about it too hard or else he might feel bad. he sweet talks you into letting him in every time and you can barely catch your breath before he's suiting up in his regulation blacks again and heading out the door. he doesn't do it because he's stressed, he doesn't do it because he's desperate to connect with someone, he does it because he's horny and wants a pussy to fuck. he wants to sink his aching dick into a warm body, and that warm body is you.

valentine's day with kageyama is sweet but hectic. he goes all out because it's a special day and he finally has a special person. i'm talking flowers, chocolates, gifts, dinner at a fancy restaurant, and of course dessert all timed down to the t. he's been planning for over a month, scouring websites for ideas, and visiting store after store to find the right things for you. and honestly the adlers boys are a little tired of hearing about it, but they've also never seen him so passionate about anything that wasn't volleyball until you. so they chime in with comments here and there to help him out. and it's obvious he's nervous. you caught on pretty early, so you try to reassure him he doesn't have to do anything over the top. you love him, and he loves you. it's just another day in the span of a year, but he just shakes his head because, "why wouldn't i do all this and more for you?"

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summary. when an unfortunate incident kicks you out of your university and risks your reputation as one of the top figures skater in the country, you find your place in sendai. but when you discover they only have one rink, designated to their a-league hockey team, your chance at a comeback slips from your grasp. your only in is with the captain of the hockey team. the issue with that? he couldn’t care less who you are.

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lt simon riley x hybrid!reader in which you're forced into his life and he cant handle it, ignoring your existence until you talk to inanimate objects to make up for it. angst ofc

sorry if this is lowkey bad, my writing has been flopping rn (inspired by a mdni’s work summary, i have removed the link because i am unsure as to how to address this properly.)

edit: i am aware that the og had more than a few similarities to the op who i credited’s work. I have responded here

The news of a hybrid being assigned to him was the worst possible, maybe even comparable to the time he had to wear full gear in the middle east. There was just something about it he didnt like, not that he wanted to stereotype their kind but some could be so clingy, so needy and to think he’s have that, following him around? . But what he hates more is the way you’re sitting outside his flat door when he hears the knock, wide eyes trying to entice him to your outstretched hand. Though unfortunately for you, he just closes the door again.

For the first week, you tried over and over again. He didn't seem to want to talk to you at all, let alone acknowledge that you were in his house. The only instructions he ever spoke was to not leave the house nor damage anything inside the house. It wasn't like you’d attempt to test either rules on purpose anyway. Instead, you tried to be useful by cleaning up where you could, even if you couldn't help but get distracted by how fun sliding across the freshly mopped floors were. Plus, blanket forts were so fun to make, what do you mean they made more mess? You switched to cooking soon after, attempting to make him breakfast except every time you tried to wake up early, he was always already gone. So, you wake up extra, extra early, finding out he wakes at five and so you wake up at four the next day. You decide on sizzled meat rashers, a fried egg and a toaster waffle because you don't really understand how the oven works. It’s not your fault his has so many funny buttons.

Unfortunately for you, his hearing is almost as good as yours, or perhaps he just never sleeps properly. That’s why he walked in just when you were nodding off in a bowl of cracked eggs, the time too early for a young one like you, even if you were well into your twenties. He left the house with a slam that day.

After that you stopped trying, noticing it to be clearly obvious that he didn't want anything to do with you in the slightest. He didn't even glance at you, or ask if you wanted to eat anymore. The only reminder that you actually lived here were the remnants of your fur on the fluffy pillow that was your bed, and your name written on your pre-bought meals since he didn't trust you in his kitchen anymore. Questions were left to hang in the air, soft whines echoing around the empty room each night and only the dim TV for company.

Ghost had returned early today, a problem in base had left the place in slight disarray and the task force thought it’d be better if they just packed up for the day, maybe do paperwork at home instead. He clicks open the door, surprised to actually hear noise in the usually silent flat, though he’s already dreading whatever mess you’ve cooked up. As he enters the hallway, the noise becomes clearer, sounding like a voice, your voice, actually. “This is a super secret covert meeting, alright everyone? No one can know!” You squeak, and he’s raising a brow, mind already jumping to conclusions of you being a double agent sent to spy on him. He should’ve known they’d pull a dirty trick like that, especially with how Graves has been acting, there’s bound to be others to follow. But to infiltrate his own home is something that brings him great anger, making him all the more silent when he sneaks around the house, mind running through potential ways he’ll interrogate the information out of you.

A double agent was far too much credit for you though. You were just a silly animal who was sitting on the sofa opposite a tatty teddy bear, a pillow with a messily drawn paper face stuck to it and a t-shirt that you had draped over a pillow, the cartoon cat staring back at you. They have mugs in front of them, albeit not full of anything apart from your own mug of tea. “Just kidding, let’s order then we can start.”

You hum, pretending to take a list from the bear though it’s actually those takeaway menus that come through the letterbox. He watches carefully as you pick up one at random, eyes squinting as you attempt and almost fail to read the text. Facilities never bothered with educating their hybrids, only intent in teaching them the arts of being loyal and desirable so they’d get their pay.

“Men….u? St.. art…eer?” It’s near impossible to understand any of it, and eventually you have to put it down, huffing out a complaint. “Okay fine, i can't read at all.” Frustrated, you pull off the t-shirt, leaving the pillow to fall on the floor. You’ve watched countless videos, only with the help of the voice recognition function on the remote control, and have attempted daily for this whole week. “So what have you guys done this week?”

He notices now that you have the tv displaying an episode from those random TV series, you probably don't even know the name of it. You’re almost attempting to recreate the same scene of the friends sitting around the table, eyes flickering at the TV as you eye how they sit. You mimic a squeaky voice, holding the teddy bear by the scruff as you move its head around. “I went to the park with my handler.”

Somehow your eyes light up despite the fact you had made that up yourself, clapping your hands together. “Wow, I love the park! I wish I could chase the squirrels…” Your expression falters for a second, eyes drooped until you shake your head, moving to puppet the pillow in the middle instead. “I went to the movies with mine, and then we got icecream.”

You smile again, retracting your hand and placing it on your hips. “Damn, icecream too! ..Um.. It doesn’t matter what I did. We should do something together, but it has to be something easy.. and not too fun because if we leave a mess Simon will be mad.” He almost feels bad, but it’s not his fault, you will make a mess, and he’s already tired enough as it is. What he hadn't expected was what you’d say next.

“I don't think we’ll be able to do these meetups anymore guys.” You mumble out, frown growing on your lips as you puppeteer the bear. “What, why?”

“I-i think I’ll be getting kicked out soon. Or maybe I should just run away.. Should I? I mean, it’s not a totally bad idea and Simon won't have to deal with me!”

You stare back at the two fake people in front of you, the silence hanging heavy in the air until you reach forward, plucking the paper smiley face off the pillow and sticking on a sad face instead. “I know, I know— running away is bad and I'll only get hurt. What else then?”

The silence is long again and for once Simon can feel the distraught look on your face as you clench the hem of your loose sweater, nose wrinkled. It’s clear you’re not feeling too good, especially if you’ve resorted to talking to your own stuffed animals about running away to make him happier. It’s a pitiful sight to say the least but he can't blame you either, he’s purposefully ignored every single one of your feeble attempts to talk to him. It’s not like it helps that you’ve been cooped in a house for two weeks straight, not able to talk to anyone else. Now that he’s forced to notice, forced to think about it, it’s clear he’s torturing you, in some sick unintentional way. You’re locked away, a prisoner, a ghost— someone no one even knows exists despite how much you cry and beg for a sound to be made.

The small shuffle of your steps is sad, the way you put everything into position perfectly in case he gets annoyed, not that he’d ever express it anyway– sometimes you wish he just would say something, anything. But he doesn't, and you take the tatty teddy bear, hugging it to your chest. Not even your tail can bring you much warmth, the matted fur rough against your skin as you’ve failed to upkeep it’s maintenance the more miserable you grow.

You wont stay here for long, you’ll be moved elsewhere and grow older, less ‘desirable’ as you lose all your hybrid fluffiness until you’re finally left on the streets, scavenging bins for food like your parents did. A cycle that only repeats for you.

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