Bed Chem ━━━ Iwaizumi Hajime

Getting fucked at your parents house filled with your cousins and unless and aunts on Halloween. FemReader is roaming around in short skirt, showing their ass to Simon every now and then. Readers mom sends her to get the table from the backyard, but Simon lurks behind her. Ofc her cousins are jaw opened watching them, reader getting plowed on the table. Later her mom asks what took so long.

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OH MY.... OKAY ILL TRY TY FOR THE ASK CYBER!

It was a warm Halloween evening, there were kids running around, parents yelling for their kids to slow down and your family was setting up a nice candy bar in the front yard for parents and children to snack on!

You were wearing a short nurse cosplay, your cleavage visible and the bottom of your ass peeking out of your skirt.

Simon, being the friendly neighbour he is, came over to you and handed you a bowl of... licorice..?

"Got candy for the kids." He said in a gruff but friendly tone, the stubble on his face making the sharpness of his jawline stand out.

"Oh!... thank you Mr. Riley!" You cheered, a smile plastered on your pretty face.

He nodded, and you walked over to the snack bar with your bowl of licorice and set it down, Meanwhile Simon's gaze never left your pert ass.

A few hours later the snack bar got so filled up your mother sent you to get more tables from the backyard, When Simon noticed you grabbing tables he walked over and stood behind you, placing his big hands on the soft fat of your hips, making you look over your shoulder and up at him.

"Y'need help, bird?" He said, a low husky tone creeping up into his voice which made your cunt suddenly clench involuntarily.

You stuttered a bit before he grinned and bit the curve of your neck softly, causing you to arch and moan, pressing your ass against his thigh.

"Needy girl. All I did was bite and now you're pressing yourself on me like a dirty slag." He growled.

You whined and pressed yourself harder against him before he flipped you onto your back and layed you down on the table in the backyard, spreading your thighs and running a thick calloused finger through your soaked panties.

You gasped and shuddered, the feeling of his finger on your soft, wet cunt better than your own.

You then heard a belt buckle being opened and a zipper before he pulled his thick veiny cock out, a thick vein going down the middle and the tip an angry purple.

"Look what y' do t'me ye dirty slag. Pretty girl all dolled up f'me, makin' me hard n' leavin me desperate." He growled into the side of your neck before he bit your earlobe, making you shudder and gasp.

He slowly pulled your panties to the side and rubbed his fat cock along your slit, using your slick to lube his cock up.

It felt divine.

His muscular rugged body above you, when he slowly starts to push in, making you clench and cry out, grabbing his soft belly before he stopped, holding your hips and cooing at you.

"S'alright pretty... y'r doin' so well f'me, you'll take it yeah? Be a good girl and take it?" He cooed at you, rubbing your hip with his thumb as he keeps pushing in, watching the bulge under your tight costume appear on your belly.

You gasped and arched, throwing your head back and curling your toes in pleasure, your head swimming and his cock making you see stars. It's so fucking long. And thick. It never ends.

You look back down to see just the head is in, your eyes widen.

"M-Mr. Riley.. please... s'too big for me.." You whine, clenching harder as he attempts to push in more.

He shushes you by kissing you, his mouth crashing against yours.

He keeps pushing in until he bottoms out, his balls resting nicely against your ass, before he groans and slowly starts thrusting, slow at first before getting his rhythm and jack hammering his cock into your cervix, bruising it while giving you pleasure.

He clamps a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while he grits his teeth, your cunt keeping on sucking him in.

His balls churn and draw up tighter to his body with each harsh thrust into your cunt, every hit to your cervix makes you see starts and his fat cock stretches you open in a delicious painful way that you can't help but get addicted to.

He thrusts a bit harder before he slams into you one more time, emptying his thick load inside of you with groan, his hand slipping from your mouth as you shudder and cum around his cock before he pulls out.

Both of you are sweaty and panting before he chuckles and zips himself back up, slipping your panties back onto your trembling, drooling frame.

"Cmon sweet girl, we gotta go back." You nodded in reply, getting up and wobbling a bit before he chuckled again and grabbed the table, throwing you over his shoulder and brought you back to the life of the party, where you both continued to have fun into the night.

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bed chem ━━━ iwaizumi hajime

02. rip pedro ♡

Part of you almost forgot how violent ice hockey could get, watching the practice as people are ramming each other into the barriers or over onto the ice — and these people were teammates. You hate to think about how they treat people they don’t know.

You’re sat on a bench a few rows back beside Akaashi, who keeps glancing between the rink and his book in his lap. He keeps commenting on the plays, gesturing to each different player on the rink with ease. You, on the other hand, can’t find Bokuto for the life of you. You just keep noticing everyone shoving each other, the puck being violently flung across the air. You’re grateful when the whistle blows and they gather in a circle around their coach for a couple minutes.

“See that guy with the number one on his shirt?” Akaashi lightly nudges you and points to the only person still on the ice. “That’s Iwaizumi.”

Iwaizumi slides the puck across the ice before slamming it into the goal with an insane amount of strength. He skates forward to take it back, skating around the rink to get it in the other goal.

“Do you want me and Bokuto to wait for you?”

You shake your head and pick up your bag and skates from the floor. “No, it’s okay. Even if he says no, he can’t stop me from using it for the next…fifteen minutes. Thanks, though.”

You make your way down the steps and take a seat on a bench by the gate, changing into your skates. Ignoring the looks you get from passing members of the hockey team, you stand up and step out onto the rink.

Your presence is instantly felt by Iwaizumi — or maybe it was the sound of the gate closing that notified him. Either way, he skids to a halt and turns to face you. Though you can’t see what he looks like through his helmet, you can feel yourself shrinking under his stare.

“Can I talk to you?”

He shrugs his shoulders and removes his helmet, waiting for you to approach him.

Withholding your sigh, you reluctantly skate towards him as slow as possible. All you can think about is how badly you wish he kept the helmet on; he looks as if he may kill you. When you stop as far as possible from him, he eyes you up and down like you’re the most disgusting thing he’s seen.

Instantly, your nerves are replaced by anger. Fuck you, then. With the fakest smile you can muster, you rest your hands on your hips and look him straight in the eye. “My name’s y/n, I’ve transferred from Tokyo. I’m a championship skater, I’ve been the top in Japan for the last three years and I plan to make it four. I can’t do that unless we can come to an agreement about sharing the rink. Just two hours a day is all I and the other figure skaters, need.”

“We only practice two hours a day. The rink is open for you the rest of the time. Why is this my problem?” Iwaizumi shrugs his shoulders and leans on the stick beside him. “I’m sure you can figure it out yourself, you look smart. Unless that’s why you got transferred?”

A scoff slips out, which clearly doesn’t sit well with Iwaizumi. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m a good student. Like, really good. But I don’t think that matters when it comes to designating time on the ice. I would like to suggest that the figure skaters get two hours in the morning when it opens, and after that we can share the rink. How does that sound?”

Once again, Iwaizumi eyes you up and down. He pulls his helmet back on and backs away. “In your dreams, princess. If you’re that desperate, there’s about ten minutes until the rink shuts. Make the most of it.”

# fun fact !

when he turned around, y/n couldn’t help but sneak a peak at his ass

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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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Hi, I’m new here! I’m not sure if requests are open or if you’re currently writing for ghost, but could we have a scenario where there is a new female ghoul and they’re trying to figure out where they fit in the hierarchy. She’s bratty and challenges sodo, but he’s having none of it and it gets a bit smutty/suggestive and has her submitting. Thank you and my apologies if you don’t write anything like this!

Hello! You got the honor of being my first request! I hope this meets your expectations! I tried my best!

Sodo x F!Ghoul!Reader

2.5k words

Minors DNI

Lightly proofread

Warnings: choking, degradation, male receiving oral, spanking, cussing. (Let me know if I miss any)

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  You walk down one of the many halls of the abbey. It was time for your third practice with the rest of the band today. You were still fairly new, only having been summoned a little over a month ago. You didn't entirely have everything figured out yet. Everyone was nice enough to you. All except for one. Sodo. Brought in to be a second rhythm guitar and backup vocals, he didn't believe they needed you. Not that you were here to appease him. You first impression on each other had exactly been great either. You had pushed you luck with all of them. Getting away with most of it, much to your enjoyment.

   Coming up to the practice room, you note everyone was already there, save for Swiss and Sodo. Making your way over to your guitar case, you begin pulling everything out. Tuning and securing your guitar, you take a seat on one of the risers. You messing with your finger while waiting on the other two to show when you note a pair of feet stop in front of you, you glance up. Papa smiles down at you. "Hey, are you doing, little one?" He says to you. "I am fine, Papa. Thank you for asking." You politely respond. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Swiss saunter into the room. "Good. Are you adjusting to life in the ministry well?"  To that, you shrug, not giving a verbal response. Placing his hand on your shoulder, he gives a quick squeeze. "Well, if you are ever in need, you can come to me." He reassures, going to step away. 10 minutes pass, and you start to grow irritated. Sodo had still not shown up. Swiss and Phantom were wrestling around trying to pass the time while everyone else just lounged around.

   Not paying attention, Phantom took a step back and landed right on your tail. You immediately let out a hiss, ears flattening. The moment he lifted his foot, you wrapped your tail around yourself. Turning to look at him, you glare. "Watch what you're fucking doing!" You seethed. "Jeez, I'm sorry." He grumbled throwing his hands up in mock surrender. Sodo finally decided to make his entrance when you turn back around, a lazy grin on his face. Scoffing you stand. "Nice of you to finally show up." His grin falters slightly, eyes narrowing in on you. "If you have a problem with me, write it on a piece of paper, fold it and stick it up your ass." He spat back. You hear someone try and stiffle a snort. You roll your eyes as he moves to get ready and stand in his spot.  Papa moves to stand infront of everyone. "Okay let's start at the beginning of the set list and make our way through. Yes?" With no objections he instructs you all to start. You muddle through the first 5 song with only having a few noticeable mistakes. You were now on Cirice. You make it through the first half of the intro, but completely mess up the timing for the second half. You hadn't had much time to memorize every song yet, struggling with most of them still. Papa waved his hand to stop everyone. You immediately feel you face heat, wishing you had your helmet right about now.  "How about we start from the beginning again." Papa asks. Letting out a frustrated sigh you prepared to begin. The first half goes fine, but when you get the same spot, you can't seem to play it right. Papa stops everyone for the second time. "Let's take a breather. Pick up where we left off in about 10 minutes." A couple groans could be heard at Papa's announcement, causing your frustration and embarrassment to grow. Phantom and Papa both move towards you. Phantom showing you the tabs and Papa helping you with timing. The three of you running through it together, only for you to still not get it quite right. After your third time, you finally get it right. With some praise from Papa, everyone returns to their spots. "Okay, from the top."  

   Making it thought the rest of practice without any more major hickups, you thank Satan. Wrapping up, you walk over to where you keep your guitar. You had noticed your strings needed to be replaced during practice. Placing your guitar down, you start to pull out all the necessary equipment. Feeling someone's eyes on you, you half tun to find Sodo staring at you a few steps away from the door, waiting for the other guys. You roll your eyes, flip him off, and continue what you were originally doing. Once you finish restringing your guitar, you turn around and realize you were alone. Sighing you, look at the clock on the wall 4:28pm. Deciding to use this time to get in a little more practice without the pressure everyone being there, you get comfortable. You would have to do it all over again tomorrow.

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   In the same predicament as yesterday, everyone was waiting on Sodo. You sat quietly, strumming some cords. After about 20 minutes, Sodo finally made his presence know. He stops beside you and grabs his guitar, throwing the strap over his shoulder. "You know, for someone who's in such an important role, it seems to me like you sure don't like to be here." You mumbles loud enough for him to catch it. He pauses  looking at you. "I don't remember asking for your input." He bit back at you. You stand up, so you are toe to toe. The tension in the room was palpable. "Hey, how about we get started." Papa tried and failed to get either of your attention. The others were watching the interaction closely. "I'm just saying! Maybe that's why they brought me in. To cover for you late ass. Maybe I'll end up as your replacement. Can't preform if you don't show the fuck up. Maybe I'll end up better then you." You jab a finger in his chest, making him tense. You were pushing on a sensitive subject and you knew it. You could see his face contort in to one of anger, ears pinned back, and tail violently cutting through the air. "I'll show you exactly what you fucking are, you little bitch." The vemon in his voice threatening. You growl in a challenging manner and glare the moment the words left his mouth. Before he even made a move for you the others sprung into action. Rain getting to the two of you first, he shoved his way between, pushing the hot-headed ghoul back, baring his teeth, trying to get Sodos attention on him. Phantom going behind, he grabbed Sodos' raised arm. Sodo did not take to kindly to this, turning his angry gaze to him and ripping his arm out of his hands. "That is enough!" Papa bellowed out. Voice packed with authority. At his words, everyone froze. It startled you he had never spoken in such a way around you before. "I will not have you guys fighting. You have a job to do now fucking do it."  Slowly everyone moved to their respective places, Sodo's eyes tracking your movements. You stood your ground and held your head high, not letting him win.

   Practice went relatively smoothly. The room remained tense. Not many words spoken aside from Papa giving instructions. At the end, you were quick to put everything away and try to leave.  Meeting you at the door, Swiss offers a smile. "I'll walk back with you." Shrugging, you walk out to into the hall. "You know that took some real balls. Going toe to toe with our residential gremlin like that."  You give a snort. "Well, if he didn't waste my time, I wouldn't have done it." A lie. You probably still would find a reason to make a smart-ass remark one way or another. He chuckles a bit. "I think you should be careful, though. He can be a bit unpredictable at times."  You shake your head with a light chuckle. "Thanks for the warning, I guess. I'm sure I could handle myself, though. Plus, you guys can just save me again!" You say jokingly, giving a small smile. The rest of the way, you guys are in a comfortable silence. Getting back to the ghouls den you b-line straight for the kitchen. "Thanks for walking with me." You call back to swiss. "No problem." Grabbing a snack, you make your way to your room, locking the door. You typically avoid eating supper with the rest of the band, choosing to instead stay in your room. Normally, you wait for everyone to go where they would be staying for the night before leaving your room. 

   You decide tonight you would watch some TV in the common room once it was empty. Putting your snack of choice on your bedside table, you strip. Throwing on a tank top and a pair of sleep shorts, you burrow into your nest of blankets and open the book you've been working on to pass the time.

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   Around 11:30, you had finally curled up on the couch, eating leftovers. Flipping through different shows, you finally pick a movie. Putting the remote down, you sink back into the couch and focus on the screen. Finishing your food, you pause the movie and head to the kitchen. You try to wash your dishes as quietly as possible. Putting the now clean dishes away, you walk back to the couch. Before you can sit back down, you hear a voice come from behind you. "So it does come out of its room."  Spinning around you face the unexpected presence "What the fuck do you want? And dont call me an it, asshat." Sodo snickers at you. "You know that attitude of yours, it's going to land you in more trouble then I think you realize." He warned.

   You take him in for a second. He was in a tee-shirt and a loose-fitting pair of sweatpants. His long hair flowing over his shoulders. His eyes are zeroed in on you. Slowly, he walks around the couch to stand in front of you. "And what are you going to do about?" You challenge stepping closer so your noses are barely 4 inches apart. His eyes darken. "I'll do exactly what I told you I would."  In one fluid motion, he grabs onto your right knee and drags it up to his waist, his other hand pushing you down to the couch by your neck simultaneously. You let out a surprised cry as your back lands on the couch, Sodos body above you. Hand still on your throat, he pushes your body to be completely on the couch and leans down. "I'm going to show you exactly what you are, and no one's here to save you this time." He whispered in your ear before chuckling darkly and nipping at the shell of your ear. Shivers trail down your spin, a pool of heat forming in your belly. His grip on your neck tightens, but not to the point that it would hurt you too much. His tail comes up the wrap tightly around the ankle of the leg he has pinned to his side so he could let go. Leaning back up, he looks you dead in the eye. "I suggest you be a very good girl." He pushed your shorts aside and runs a finger through your wet folds. His words and actions cause you to swallow a moan. You couldn't get your thoughts in order, just staring up at him. "Are you going to be a good girl for me? Or am i going to fuck that attitude right out of you." He questioned dragging his finger over your clit, pulling a gasp from you. You stare at him for just a minute longer before narrowing your eyes. "I don't think you could, I heard that your dicks about as short as your temper." You provoke him, trying to push his buttons. You must have pushed the right button because before you knew it he was getting off you and manhandled you so you were laying across his lap.

   Grabbing your tail with one hand to keep it out of the way, he slides your shorts down to expose your ass. "Count" was the only warning you got before a resounding smack rang through the room. The impact on you ass left a burning sting, making you gasp. He waited a moment, rubbing the now tender spot. When he didn't hear a word from you, he growled. "I said count." Smack. Gasping out a strangled one, he sounded pleased. He rubbed the spot again before landing another blow. Smack. "Two." Smack. "Three." Smack. "Four." By the fourth, you had tears rolling down your face. Letting go of your tail, he set you up he  and wiped them away. "Are you okay?" He asked softy, forehead touching yours. You nodded. "Can you keep going?" Another nod. "I need words." He pressed. You finally let out a small "Yes." To which he grinned, his kind and caring demeanor for a few seconds ago completely changed. "Good. Get on your knees in front of me." His voice full of authority. Looking at him, your eyes widen. "What?" He gave you a dark look. "I said, get on you fucking knees." Sinking onto the floor you do as he says.

   Lifting his hips he pushes his pants down, releasing his fully hard cock from its confines. He was anything but small. Studying him for a minute, you let out an unsteady breath. The head was a flushed, angry pink. The body of his cock had a slight curve and the perfect amount of veins running the length of it. Making eye contact you reach for it. "Be a good little slut. Suck it." He taunts. Taking it in your hands, you pump it a few times before bringing it to your lips. His body shudders under your touch, his eyes closing. Suckling on the head a bit, you continue to watch him, gauging his reactions.  Eventually, you sink down to take as much it to your mouth as you could manage. Bringing lips back up to the tip, you begin to bob up and down. Sodo's let's out a strangled moan. His hand reaches for you, entangling in your (h/c) hair, and presses you down harder. "You like that, don't you? You like chocking on my cock like the whore you are?" You moan on his dick at the question. Opening his eyes, listening to the sounds you make. He starts thrusts into your mouth a couple of times. "Your a little slut. A little slut who likes sucking on my cock. You dirty little whore." He then pushes to the back of your throat and stills. You suck hard as you drag up to the tip, ripping a groan out of him. Sliding back down as far as you can manage, you do it three more times.  With tight grip on your hair, he pulls you off his dick, saliva still connecting your lips to it. "You keep doing that your going to make me cum." Sodo pants, smiling. "That was the plan." You smile back. "How about we finish this in my room?" Sodo releases his grip on your hair and helps you up.

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The next day, everybody was sitting in the practice room, waiting for Sodo. You had your insults locked and loaded but for different reasons now. You knew there would be consequences, and you were going to enjoy every minute of it.

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Can't stop thinking about being Luca's pillow princess (age gap, inexperienced, he's showing you how well he can take care of you) I could go on

Oh have you come to the right place. 😩♥️ (18+, age gap! everyone’s a consenting adult)

- You’re so shy and embarrassed because you feel like you know NOTHING about sex but he’s all smiles and soothing words. He’s more than happy to show you.

- You just lay back on the pillows. Don’t worry about lifting a finger, because he won’t have it. You just lay there and be his beautiful babe.

- Undressing you piece by piece, so patient and soothing as he reveals more and more of you. Kisses everywhere, mumbles about how beautiful you look. Don’t plan on ever speaking negative about yourself. You’re an angel to him.

- Once you’re naked he’s taking a moment to just gawk. No no, don’t cover yourself up. He wants to just marvel in your beauty, how someone like you ended up with an old man.

- (you have to remind him every now and then he isn’t old)

- He starts letting his hands roam. Squeezing your tits and teasing your nipples, noting how you react and what you enjoy. Kissing along your neck and jaw, noting how your breathing hitches when his teeth graze a certain spot

- Every other guy you’ve been with (and it hasn’t been many) have rushed through the moment, focused on getting themselves off. But having someone take the time to just study you.. It’s new.

- Oh god when his huge hand slides between your legs.. Fingers exploring your soaked folds, teasing your clit before easing a finger in.. You think you’ve died and gone to heaven.

- “You like that?” He’s asks in that deep, soothing voice. It isn’t rhetorical, he wants an answer. He wants to know you’re enjoying yourself. And all you can do is nod and beg for more.

- He takes his sweet time fingering you, adding a digit and curling his fingers, finding that sweet spot inside of you like an expert and grazing it each time.

- Your sweet little whimpers and moans, the way you’re arching of the bed.. He wants to do this all night.

- He cups your pretty little pussy as he fingers you, palm grazing your clit while his lips find yours. Swallowing your moans and bringing you to your first orgasm of the night. And your head is spinning. You didn’t know it could be this good.

- He wants to taste you, oh god, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm you all in one night. He decides to save that for later.

- He gives you a moment to breathe while he gets up and undresses himself, and you’re mesmerized. He’s so muscled, broad and strong.. You’re already burning for more.

- But the size of him.. He’s definitely the biggest you’ve been with and how the hell is that going to fit?

- He must see the panic in your face because he’s crawling back over you and pressing a kiss to your cheek, voice soft as he mumbles against your skin. “I’ll be gentle, don’t worry.”

- You simply nod and bite your lip, legs spreading for him and he’s praising you, making you blush. You feel the head of his cock between your folds, rubbing and teasing, and part of you is bracing for the rough entrance every other guy gave you.

- But he’s easing in so gently, so slow, your thighs relax and it almost doesn’t hurt. But he’s so fucking thick, the stretch makes you whimper.

- He’s cooing and distracting you with little kiss, hips nudging in bit my bit. You’re soaking him so thoroughly, it makes it a bit easier. It’s when you feel his fingers on your clit, circling and pressing on that sensitive bud your heavy breathing turns to moans.

- You’re so distracted by his fingers you don’t notice he’s sunk in completely, filling you to the brim and more. He’s studying your face, the way your hips are twitching to find some friction, your parted lips and quick breathing.

- And he’s giving you everything you need. Slow, deep strokes, letting you feel everything. Every inch, every drag of his cocks against your walls, the way his hips are pressing into yours so he can fit deeper, deeper.

- And you’re a mess. Hands twisted in the sheets, back arched, legs spread so wide for him. No one’s made you feel this way, no one’s brought you such pleasure.

- He isn’t worried about his orgasm, he’s focused on yours. And something this good, he has you falling apart in no time. Clenching around him, crying out, toes curling. He holds your hips and helps you ride it out before slipping out of you.

- This was only the beginning of everything he wanted to show you

Something that has been on my mind.

Taskforce 141 with a smol reader who can sleep anywhere because she just fits into all the small spaces around the base and everyday it's a game between the taskforce on where they find the reader dozing off on the base! 🙈

Hope you have a good day! 😽

The Great Task Force 141 Hide-and-Seek Champion

Pairing: Poly!Task Force 141 x Tiny!Reader

Warnings: Mild language, ridiculous amounts of fluff, protective 141, jealousy, cuddling

Author's Note: i tried making this poly. You might be able to see it if you squint so… yeah :)

Summary: You have an uncanny ability to sleep anywhere. Thanks to your small size, you manage to squeeze into places no one expects, turning the base into your personal nap zone. At first, it was a game—finding you before Price lost his patience. But slowly, things change. Now, the boys aren’t just looking for you—they’re making sure you’re safe, warm, and taken care of. And maybe… just maybe… they’re realizing they don’t just want to find you. They want to keep you.

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Day 1: The Supply Closet

"Where the hell is Mouse?"

Price’s voice echoed through the barracks, already laced with exasperation. It had only been an hour since they'd last seen you. An hour. And you’d already vanished.

Gaz, standing casually by the doorway, sipped his tea. “Check the supply closet.”

Soap narrowed his eyes. “Why the hell would she be in the—”

Ghost, moving like a man far too used to this, didn’t wait for the debate. He walked straight to the supply closet, gripped the handle, and pulled it open.

There you were.

Curled up on one of the metal shelves, wedged between a stack of MREs and a pile of folded tarps. Your cheek was pressed against a plastic-wrapped ration pack, arms tucked under your head like a damn cat.

Soap stared. “Yer kiddin’.”

Price sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. "How the hell do you find this comfortable?"

You stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent before sleepily muttering, “Warm.”

Gaz snorted. “Comfortable, Mouse?”

A small nod. “Mm.”

Ghost studied you in silence, then turned and walked away.

Soap gawked. "We’re just leaving her here?"

Ghost shrugged. “She’ll wake up eventually.”

Price sighed. He wasn’t paid enough for this.

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Day 5: The First Shift in the Game

It started small.

The first time Soap found you tucked into an abandoned supply box, he huffed out a laugh, shook his head—and left his jacket over you.

The next time, Gaz found you curled up under a desk and quietly slid his extra hoodie beneath your head.

Price, despite all his grumbling, was the one leaving snacks.

And Ghost? He never woke you. Never disturbed you. But he stood guard.

The others didn’t notice at first. But after a few days, Soap started eyeing him.

"Y’know, mate," he smirked, "fer someone who acts like he don’t care, you sure stand ‘round a lot whenever Tiny’s sleepin’."

Ghost didn’t react. Didn’t even blink.

But the next morning, when you woke up in your favorite nap spot, there was a blanket over you.

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Day 12: The Wrong Soldier Found You First

This was not part of the game.

Normally, it was them who found you. Normally, you’d wake up to soft teasing, grumbling, or just being carried away in Soap’s arms.

But today?

Today, some random soldier found you first.

It was innocent at first.

The guy had walked into the break room, noticed your small form curled up in the corner, and let out a snicker.

"Christ, does she ever actually work?"

The temperature dropped.

The conversation across the room stopped.

The soldier barely had time to react before four very dangerous men turned to look at him.

Ghost’s voice was low. Cold. "What did you just say?"

Soap moved first, stepping closer—a little too close. "Say it again, mate."

Gaz threw an arm around your shoulders, very pointedly shifting you away from the guy.

And Price? Price just gave the final nail in the coffin.

“She’s with us.”

The soldier left.

Quickly.

——

Day 20: The Final Nap

At this point, Price was done.

"Alright," he sighed, rubbing his temples. "Where the hell is she now?"

Soap groaned. "We've checked the barracks, the mess hall, the damn armory—"

Gaz cut in. "—and all the lockers."

Ghost, silent as ever, merely looked up.

The team followed his gaze.

And there, sticking out of an open vent, were a pair of very familiar boots.

Soap wheezed. “Oh, no bloody way!”

Gaz just stared. “I don’t even wanna know how she got up there.”

Price turned on his heel and walked away.

“I don’t care anymore,” he announced. “If she falls, she falls.”

Ghost crossed his arms. “She’ll come down eventually.”

Soap grinned. “God, I love this game.”

——

Day 27: The End of the Game

They weren’t expecting to find you here.

Ghost stopped in the doorway first.

Soap nearly bumped into him before looking past and freezing.

Gaz, coming up behind them, just blinked. “Well… shit.”

There you were.

Curled up in Ghost’s bed.

And not just curled up—wrapped in his blanket, half-buried under the heavy black comforter, nuzzled into his damn pillow.

Ghost just stared.

Soap broke first. He grinned. “Oh, this is rich.”

Price, arriving last, sighed. "At this point, she’s not hiding anymore. She’s just making a statement."

Ghost finally moved forward, stepping to the edge of the bed. He tugged at the blanket.

Nothing.

You made a soft, grumpy noise, burrowing deeper.

Soap snorted. “Mate, she just claimed yer bed.”

Gaz smirked. "Might as well get in."

Ghost glared.

Price, done with all of them, turned to leave. “You deal with it.”

Ghost exhaled through his nose before sitting on the bed.

The shift in weight made you stir, eyes cracking open.

"...Ghost?"

He hummed.

You blinked sleepily at him before mumbling, "...Warm."

Soap grinned. "Y’know, mate, if ye just let her sleep with ye, we wouldn’t ‘ave to find her all the time."

Ghost stared.

And, to everyone’s surprise…

He laid down.

Didn’t move you. Didn’t wake you. Just shifted so you weren’t alone.

Soap gawked. “No bloody way.”

Gaz smirked. “I think she wins.”

Ghost just closed his eyes.

Fine.

She wins.

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press start! — TAKE IT BACK (13/22)

after spending almost a whole year on academic probation, you’re finally allowed to start your position as a manager for the nekoma boys volleyball team. you’re determined to stay focused on your team and academics, but things get a bit difficult when a certain middle blocker makes his way into your life

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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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part 2 (coming soon, ask to be tagged)

other hybrid drabble i did

press start! — what is this feeling (14/22)

after spending almost a whole year on academic probation, you’re finally allowed to start your position as a manager for the nekoma boys volleyball team. you’re determined to stay focused on your team and academics, but things get a bit difficult when a certain middle blocker makes his way into your life

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

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