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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!

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⋆｡°✩ 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

Good boy

Kinktober ‘24 - face sitting/submission

Hunter × F!reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 2k

Summary: You're part of the Bad Batch for a while and the tension between you and Hunter is about to snap.

Notes: This is the first time writing sub!Hunter and I have to credit @bring-backup-99 for making me fall in love with the idea of Hunter subbing. This fic is also meant as a little gift for you, for treating us so well to now already over 50!!! chapters of Bad Choices, I hope you like it. Tags: mutual pinning, sub! and simping Hunter, face sitting, oral f receiving. This is one of a few shorter fics I wrote for Kinktober. If you have any special kink and clone you would love to see, my requests are open.

It started innocently enough - fleeting glances, soft smiles exchanged when no one was looking - but it wasn't long before the tension between you and Hunter became impossible to ignore. He was always there, watching you with that quiet intensity, the unspoken need burning in his eyes. It drove you crazy, the way he hovered close, always attentive, always trying to make sure you were safe and taken care of.

But it wasn't just his protectiveness that got to you.

No, it was the way he looked at you.

Like he wanted to devour you. And that face - his strong, sharp features, that jawline, and his nose. The way his nose curved, slightly prominent and perfectly shaped. You couldn't stop thinking about it. How it would feel pressed between your legs, grinding against you while his mouth worked you over.

You'd fantasized about riding his face more times than you could count, imagining his tongue buried inside you, your hands tugging his hair while you used his nose to rub yourself to climax. His face, especially his nose, just looked so... rideable.

And the way he practically worshiped you with his eyes every time you were around, you knew he wanted it too. He seemed so desperate to please you.

Today the ship was quiet, the others out on a supply run, leaving just you and Hunter alone with not much to do. It had been a while since the two of you had been alone, and the silence between you had grown thick during the last hour, filled with the weight of your unspoken desires.

Hunter paced around the ship restlessly, pretending to do repairs. You watched him from your seat, biting back a smile at how worked up he was getting. He’d been trying to hide it for weeks, the way he looked at you, how his gaze lingered just a little too long. But you saw through him — you always did.

Finally, he stopped, running a hand through his hair he took a deep breath.

"I can’t do this anymore," he admitted, voice rough with frustration. His eyes were pleading, searching for any kind of relief.

You raised an eyebrow, acting innocent. “Do what, exactly?”

He turned to face you fully, swallowing hard before speaking.

“Pretending that there’s nothing happening between us. That I’m not thinking about you every damn second and slowly loosing my mind.”

The vulnerability in his voice made your heart skip, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you crossed your legs slowly, watching his eyes flicker down to the movement, and you saw how his throat bobbed as he swallowed again.

“And what do you expect me to do about that?”

His shoulders tensed, you could see how hard he was holding himself back.

“Anything. Whatever you want,” he said, almost breathless. “Just—" He paused, his voice dropping into a desperate whisper, "I need you.”

You leaned back, allowing the power to shift in your favor. The way he looked at you, so raw and needy, sent a wave of heat through you. You had him exactly where you wanted.

“You need me?” you repeated slowly, savoring the way he hung on your every word.

Hunter nodded, his eyes wide, waiting, like a man on the edge, desperate for permission.

“Please,” he rasped.

You took your time, letting him sweat under your gaze.

A smile played on your lips as you stood up, moving toward him, savoring the way his breath hitched with each step. You stopped just inches from him, looking up into his beautiful golden brown eyes.

Hunter let his hands slide up your sides, gripping you like he was afraid you'd slip away.

"Want to see you fall apart for me," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, inhaling your scent.

"Want to taste you," he breathed out, the words tumbling from his lips with no hesitation.

The thought sent heat straight to your core, but you didn't plan on making it easy for him. You leaned back, looking into his eyes, enjoying the way he seemed so desperate for your approval.

“Then get on your back,” you said softly, watching the way his body tensed with anticipation, his eyes widening at the command.

“And take off your shirt”

He hesitated for only a second before obeying, stripping the top part of his blacks and lying down on one of the bunks, his eyes never leaving yours. His chest rose and fell rapidly, the anticipation making him tense in every part of his body.

You’ve seen him topless before but he looked even better now, so eager for you, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his caramel skin emphasizing his tattoo running down his chest and you noticed he was already sporting a prominent bulge. His blacks did a poor job at hiding it and you had to bite back a groan. The outline of his cock looked promising.

His broad form was sprawled across the narrow mattress, hands resting casually behind his head and his dark brown locks were slightly tousled but there was a tension in his jaw and the barely-restrained hunger in his gaze was impossible to miss.

You started by pulling your shirt over your head, your skin tingling under his intense stare. His breath hitched, though he stayed silent, watching.

You teased him, unbuttoning your pants slowly, sliding them down inch by inch until they pooled at your feet. Hunter shifted, his eyes trailing down your body.

Your fingers reached behind to unclasp your bra, letting it drop to the floor. The weight of his gaze was almost too much to bear, heat building low in your belly as you felt exposed in the best way.

Finally, you hooked your thumbs into the sides of your panties and slipped them down your legs, standing before him, completely bare.

Hunter didn't move right away, but the look in his eyes said everything - pure, raw need.

You relished the way his eyes darkened with desire, his control slipping as he took in every inch of your exposed skin. The cold air of the Marauder’s ventilation made you shiver, your nipples hardening from the sudden chill. It felt good to have such an effect on him.

With one step you closed the gap between you and reached behind his head to loosen his bandana. Before he could react you snatched it and with one swift motion you ran it through your soaked folds and threw it to the floor.

"Kriff," he growled dangerously, sitting up, reaching for you. "Please…"

“Please what?”

"I want you."

The desperation in his voice, the way he hung onto your every word, made you bolder. You pushed him back down and climbed onto the bunk, straddling his chest, your knees on either side of his head. You could feel the tension radiating off him, his hands hovering near your legs but not quite touching.

"Is this what you wanted?" you teased, leaning down slightly, your pussy hovering just above his mouth.

You could feel the heat of his breath on your skin, his anticipation building with every second but not daring to touch you, not yet.

"Yes," he groaned, his voice thick with need.

His nose brushed against your inner thigh, and you shivered, your body responding to the feeling of his sharp features so close to where you wanted him. And you would get there, but you wanted to drag this out, make him wait a little longer.

“Such a beautiful pussy", he whimpered.

You couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to grind down on him, to ride his nose and make him watch as you used him for your own pleasure.

"I know you've been thinking about it for weeks, devouring me with your eyes", you murmured, running your fingers through his thick, curly hair, tugging slightly and earning a moan from him in return.

"Yes," he gasped, his hands twitching at his sides, "…been dreaming about it too... please, I need you."

“What is it that you want Hunter? Use your words.”

“I want you, want to touch you…to taste you, want to bury my cock in your pussy…I…I…anything…just let me make you come”

“So desperate” you said softly, “If you’ll be good Hunter, maybe I’ll let you fuck me. But first…”

You smiled, your heart racing as you finally lowered yourself onto his mouth, feeling his lips part eagerly and he licked a slow, deliberate line up your folds. His tongue was hot, wet, and perfect, and you let out a shaky breath as the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through your body.

"Just like that," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

Hunter groaned against you, his hands finally coming up to grip your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you like a man starved. His tongue flicked against your clit, teasing and circling as he sucked and licked, his nose pressing firmly against your mound. The feel of it, the pressure of his nose grinding against you as he worked his tongue deeper, was everything you'd imagined.

“Good boy”, you whimpered and earned a moan from him in return.

You started to move, grinding your pussy down against his face, riding his tongue and nose as he eagerly took everything you gave him. His moans vibrated through you, and you could feel how much he loved this - how much he loved being used, being under you, pleasing you, worshipping you with his mouth.

"Yes," you moaned, lewd sounds falling from your lips, your fingers tightening and tugging his hair as you moved faster, feeling the tension coil tighter in your core.

"You're doing so good, Hunter... so good for me."

His grip on your thighs tightened, his breath coming in heavy pants between licks as he worked harder, desperate to make you come.

"Please come for me," he mumbled, his voice barely audible against your wetness. "Please... let me make you fall apart."

The sound of him begging, his tongue buried inside you, his nose grinding perfectly against your clit - it was delicious. Your hips moved faster, chasing your release as you rode his face, using him for your pleasure. You could feel the tension in your body snap, your orgasm crashing over you as you ground down hard against his mouth.

“Don’t hold back mesh’la, make a mess of me”

"Fuck, Hunter," you gasped, your body trembling as the pleasure surged through you, wave after wave of ecstasy. You could feel him groaning beneath you, his tongue continuing to work you through your orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.

Before overstimulation settled in you pulled back slightly, still high on dopamine and out of breath. When you peeked down at him he looked absolutely beautiful. His face was glistening with your juices, his lips and chin soaked from devouring you. His eyes were half-lidded, his expression completely blissed out, like he'd just tasted heaven and couldn't get enough.

Your thighs still shook around his head when you slowly came down from your high and lowered yourself onto his chest. You leaned back reaching for his cock, he felt good, big and with a nice girth, you shuddered thinking about how good he would fill you, but you were pulled out of your thoughts when your felt something wet. You glanced down, surprised to see a dark stain spreading across the lower part of his blacks, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he panted beneath you.

He'd come.

He'd come just from eating you out.

You smirked, sliding off of him, watching as he blinked up at you, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen and glistening with your arousal. You settled in beside him resting your head on his chest.

"Looks like you enjoyed yourself," you teased, brushing a hand over the tip of his cock and the wet spot on his pants. Hunter groaned, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You nuzzled his neck with your nose, he smelled heavenly.

"I couldn't help it”, he admitted, his voice rough. "You're just... you're so everything I ever wanted."

You smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly.

“Who would have thought you could be so obedient, Hunter”, you murmured against his lips, letting your fingers trail through the soft hair on his chest.

"Maybe next time... I'm going to ride you properly, I bet that dick is going to feel so good."

His eyes darkened, a satisfied smile curling at the edges of his lips.

“Give me twenty minutes and I’ll show you what that dick can do.”

sorry, wrong number! — tanaka ryuunosuke. chapter three; crazy crazy.

content ; smau. profanity. reader being a LIGHT stalker. dirty jokes. school rivalry coming into play. kenma & hinata friendship mentioned. ennoshita struggling with history class.

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stark men and a tyrell reader

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check this out for more cregan x tyrell!reader content: he that dares

a/n: this was supposed to be a brief, onetime thing but there’s just something about cregan and a tyrell reader that’s sitting with me…

robb is absolutely heart-eyed from the moment you step out of your carriage. you have the most beautiful light green and gold dress, pink roses embroidered onto the bodice above your gentle curves. you smell of roses and vanilla and honey and have the sweetest eyes and manners so robb is perhaps justifiably a little love struck at first.

but robb is observant and he sees things. you have made the entire castle love you which means the maids have the freshest linens brought to your room first and the chef bakes you all sorts of sweets. the other young lords of the north shower you with gifts and line up to dance with you at balls as you gaze down demurely and flutter your fan. you have acquired quite a large number of expensive gifts in such little time at winterfell.

and when robb is looking over battle plans and drafting mock strategy you elegantly peak over his shoulder and make a quiet suggestion that is absolutely ruthless and when robb plays out the scenario you have crushed the hypothetical opponent. he’s whipping around to ask you how you thought of that, but you have already wandered out the doors, light colored fabric swishing behind you. 

and the more he watches, the more he sees of you. a little eye roll when one of the other lords drops his hand too low during a dance, the way your long fingernails tap sharply yet quietly on the table when you hear someone say something stupid. a shake of your head and raise of your eyebrows when you turn away after having to be too sweet and too liked to get whatever it is you were after at that moment. and what he loves most of all is that look of absolutely judgmental irritation when you thought you’d been alone in the library and overheard some boys saying dirty things about one of the maids. 

and from that point on, robb is stubbornly determined - with that hardheaded resolve that men of the north all seem to have - to get to know the real you. but you have the sweet-as-a-flower act down to perfection and are not quick to break. you catch onto his little game, but against your better judgment you decide to play along. it’s endearing, almost. 

but one night at a feast you’ve been hounded all night by the incessant pining of a lord from a smaller house, who won’t let you get even a moment to breathe. and after an hour of sheer torture via the man’s slimy attempts to lure you into the hall, robb sweeps in to save you. his hand in yours as he guides you gently to the side of the room for a break. robb doesn’t say much, but with a gentleman’s smile pointedly makes a polite comment on the other man’s poor manners. and you are so annoyed and irritated you roll your eyes and utter the most scathing insult that you’ve been bottling up for the last hour.

the way his blue eyes light up would take your breath away, your lips parting slightly as he smiles at you like he’s been given a mountain of gold

“aye, there you are.”

he would say, an almost childishly proud grin on his face. 

—

cregan spots you above him on a balcony when he comes to king’s landing. it’s quiet, during the time when his army was keeping the court there. your elegantly arranged hair and delicately embroidered gown catch the stray sunlight from a window, bathing you in flecks of gold. 

the lord from the north stands below you as you gaze down with an unreadable expression - you had wanted to catch a glimpse of him to see what sort of man currently held power at the capital. what had intended to be a small scouting mission becomes a long gaze as you find yourself drawn in and cregan seems equally as enthralled. you tilt you chin down delicately, giving him a small curtsy before you slip off into the shadows of the balcony.

and it is an interesting game at play from then forth. cregan has many tasks to attend to at king’s landing, yet his eyes are constantly drawn to whatever area of the court you stand in when you are present with the other lords and ladies. you are quick to take advantage of this - introducing yourself, eyes gently on the ground as you curtsy in front of him. 

it’s a slow and sensual meeting - cregan takes his time with something for the first time since he left winterfell. his eyes fall to your lips, your collarbone, the curve of your chest that’s shamelessly lifted by your corset. and despite your intention to win him over for political reasons, you can’t help but pause a moment at the way your name is said, low and deep in his northern accent. and then he holds your gaze, even and steady, like he never wants to look anywhere else. the want is mutual and strong and both of you know it. 

cregan’s taking you in, eyes firmly trained on yours as he takes your hand in his own. but instead of kissing it as you expected, he simply lifts it slightly, thumb brushing over the pressure point on your wrist. 

“-no, i haven’t had the pleasure my lady.”

he murmurs, before you can finish your sentence. 

however, the thing with cregan is that you get what you see. he has that strong, unyielding sense of stark justice and it is everything to him, which he shows at court everyday. and you have been taught and raised to be more deceptive than that. to play your enemies with a bat of your eyelashes and a sweet smile upon your lips. your family expects you to win him over for their safety and security, and you love them more than anything.

but love lust is the death of duty, is it not? both of you have ‘good’ albeit different intentions - cregan is devoted to justice and you to your family. you two have a few things to teach each other about differing perspectives and upbringings.

★ sakusa kiyoomi is probably the most organized person you've ever met. so clean, so tidy.

the two of you have been dating for a while, and you could never expect that he would be so messy eating you out. the clean and fresh sheets you changed that morning are stained with your fluids and his face is deep buried between your thighs. he is holding them firmly as his tongue lick and suck your clit. is not sweet, is not tender, is rough and sloppy. omi spits on your cunt before he puts two fingers inside you, thrusting you with his long, slender digits. you feel like heaven, your hand messing his usual perfect curls as he keeps devouring your swollen clit and stretching you with his fingers. you're the lucky one, the only one who can say sakusa kiyoomi is messy, nasty, dirty. he keeps eating you out like a starving man, like he's been in a dessert during weeks and he just found water. he mumbles against your core how much he loves his pretty girl as your walls squeeze him and you finally cum. of course, he doesn't waste anything. he lifts his face, his mouth and jaw wet with your fluids, as he kisses you softly.

"you taste so good, gorgeous. I don't want to stop never, give me another one, pretty girl. just one more. I know you can take it."

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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.

—————-

part 2 (coming soon, ask to be tagged)

other hybrid drabble i did

Ten: Compliments Go A Long Way

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Summary: YN Hinata is the twin sister of Shoyo Hinata. Where Shoyo is all rainbows and sunshine YN is thorns and storm clouds. YN picks on Hinata any chance she gets. Why? Because of how easy it is & that’s the only way she knows how to show her love. She’d never allow anyone else to treat Shoyo the way she does though. That is until the tall and handsome Tsukishima Kei enters her life and makes it a point to go against her wishes. Why does it always have to be the hot ones?

Pairings: Tsukishima x Reader  

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: Language, angst, & 17+ memes

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Day 15: “what are you wearing?” “it’s laundry day!”

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When Spencer Reid opened the door to your shared apartment, he didn’t expect to hear the speakers in the living room blasting one of those modern songs he didn’t know the name of. You were home, that much was certain.

You had known each other for a few years, so it wasn’t difficult to agree to be roommates while Spencer found something permanent in the city. It was just his first year working for the FBI, and with the expenses required for his mother in the sanatorium, everything was becoming more financially complicated. Your parents, who already knew he was a good man, preferred to host that tenant rather than anyone else.

Your roommate tried to call out to let you know he was there, but thanks to the music, you had no hearing. Resigned, he tried to walk over to lower the volume, and that’s when he saw you.

You were holding a basket full of clothes, but the peculiar thing about the situation was that you were only wearing the bottom part of what he assumed was a bikini. Reid let out a scream at the sight of you, and you almost dropped the laundry you were holding, which would have completely exposed your tits.

“Jeez!, what are you wearing?”

“It’s laundry day!” you shouted back, as if trying to justify yourself. Spencer had already covered the side of his face with his hand, a clear sign that he didn’t plan on looking at you.

“And why are you naked?!”

“I’m not naked, Spencer. Almost.”

“It’s the same thing! Put… put on some clothes, please.”

“Have you never seen a naked woman?”

“No! I mean, yes! Just… put something on, will you?”

“You’ll have to lend me some clothes. All my clothes are in the washer.”

“Take whatever you want from my wardrobe, okay?” He couldn’t see you, but from the sounds he heard, he assumed you had dropped the pile of clothes and then headed to his room.

The young man felt his heart racing beneath his chest, and for a second, he wondered if it would be wise to leave, stay, lock himself in his room, and never talk about this again, or simply laugh at the situation.

A minute later, he heard footsteps coming back, and he hoped with all his heart that when he removed his hand from his face, he wouldn’t find you in an indecent state again. Fortunately, that wasn’t the case, but the image in front of him was still worse.

“You seldom wear these,” you observed slyly, extending the bottom of the oversized T-shirt you were wearing.

It had a faded print of a national park or something, and it was huge on you. Below, you were wearing joggers that Spencer doubted even belonged to him, as he had never dressed in things like that. He would probably donate them after this.

But Spencer didn’t feel shocked by the clothes; he was shocked by the person wearing them. The T-shirt made it clear that you were still wearing nothing beneath it, and just seeing you in something of his sent a shiver down his spine.

He lied when he said he had seen naked women. He hadn’t seen any—well, unless the beach and television counted.

“Do you know how dangerous it is for you to walk around like that? Some pervert could spy on you through the window, or if there’s an emergency and you have to leave, how will you do it?”

“Oh, calm down, honey. I knew you were the only one with keys to the apartment, all the curtains are closed, and I highly doubt that if there’s an emergency, anyone would notice me,” you laughed, as if it weren’t a big deal.

You watched him for a second, as if waiting for him to say something more, but you continued to receive that expression of disapproval.

“Just be more careful, okay?”

“I will,” you said calmly as you approached to hug him. “And I’d like you to come in with a: Hi, good afternoon, I’m back, how are you? Instead of that scream you let out.”

“I would have greeted you that way if it hadn’t been for your music blasting. One day you’re going to go deaf.”

“Oh, uh-huh.”

You had already started to walk in the other direction, but he, dissatisfied, followed you.

“I’m serious! There’s a study that proves it. Loud sounds can damage the parts of the inner ear that detect sound and send signals to the brain…”

“Do you want to wash your clothes too?” you interrupted, turning to look at him. He almost bumped into you. “There’s still space in my laundry load. That shirt you’re wearing right now looks a bit dirty.”

“You’re right, it is,” he reflected, looking down at a coffee stain. “Let me go change and I’ll be right back to give it to you, okay?”

He couldn’t see you shake your head, and he also couldn’t hear your reproachful words as if something displeased you. The matter was forgotten, at least for that afternoon, and you both continued with your usual tasks. Spencer ordered Japanese food for dinner, and you shared a pleasant time before going to bed. You had his clothes on the entire time.

The next day, when Derek and Elle approached to talk to him, Reid couldn’t help but tell them about the scandalous scene he had encountered upon arriving home, hoping to rid himself of the feeling of embarrassment that had arisen in him.

Unfortunately, it was quite the opposite because both agents increased their smiles as he progressed with the story.

“My boy, I think that was a pretty direct hint.”

“What do you mean?” he murmured, looking genuinely lost. Elle just gave him an amused look, almost pitying, for Morgan to continue speaking.

“She didn’t want to do laundry! She was probably looking for something more.”

Spencer frowned and showed a thoughtful expression. The woman beside him laughed and intervened to save him.

“What Morgan is trying to say is that maybe it wasn’t an accident that you found her in that state. She knows what time you usually arrive, right?”

“Yes. But why would she want to be naked when I got here?”

His two friends shared an amused and conspiratorial look, unable to believe that a guy as intelligent as Spencer could be so bad at picking up signals.

“Maybe because she wanted you to see her naked…” Morgan began, hoping he could connect the dots. “Because she likes you, maybe?”

The young man felt all the blood rush to his cheeks. I mean, that biologically wasn’t possible, or otherwise he would die, but for this case, a hyperbole is quite valid.

“You mean she wanted… to do it with me?”

“Bingo! We have a winner.”

He didn’t even know why he had told his work colleagues that. At that precise moment, he was quite regretful for having even opened his mouth.

“But… but she’s not like that. Why would she...? She can’t like me; it must be something else.”

“Oh, come on, Reid. Is it that hard for you to accept that that skinny body and your deer eyes can conquer a woman?” Elle murmured, entertained by how things had developed.

Those two could see the gears turning in the younger man's head.

“Do you think I should talk to her? Ask her?”

“Are you crazy or something? Of course not!”

“Then what do I do?” he implored Elle, feeling completely ignorant on the one topic he couldn’t study: women.

“Return the favor,” Morgan suggested with a shrug. “You know, the next time you do laundry, just stay in your underwear, wait for her to arrive, and voila. Maybe being on the other side, she’ll dare to do what you won’t.”

“Oh God, this is horrible,” the young man lamented, hiding his flushed face between his hands. At that moment, the three were called by Chief Gideon, and they had no choice but to get up and go to the conference room. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“Calm down, kid. Who do you think we are?” Morgan reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder. A second later, he saw Agent Aaron pass by. “Hotch! Guess what Reid just did…”

“Morgan!” he shouted, rushing forward to prevent his embarrassing secret from becoming public knowledge.

Feeling somewhat fearful, he followed the advice his coworker had given him, and he didn’t need to ponder much about the question he had in mind. You definitely liked him.