She Stomp She Stomp She Do The Grizzer Stomp!

sorry, wrong number! — tanaka ryuunosuke. chapter nine; On My Way!

contents more angst but like in a sweet/comforting way? more brainrot lingo. motherless! tanaka & fatherless! reader. profanity. tanaka is bad at talking about his feelings.

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sorry, wrong number! — tanaka ryuunosuke. chapter one; 6 AM practice.

content ; smau. profanity. reader being lowkey mean to kuroo…… ooc! characters. tsukishima appearance. fat jokes. kuroo called a predator AS A JOKE.

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dark and mean Rick X whiny reader, s5 beard era??? (Ugh loveee😩) maybe reader annoyed him so he fucks her attitude away<3

NO BACK TALK ♡

pairing: rick grimes x bratty!fem!reader

cw: nsfw (18+), p in v, brat taming, age gap (20s, late 30s), daddy kink

a/n: brat tamer rick you know that's my shit 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 thank you for the request <33

"What was it? What were you saying back there?" Rick's raspy voice huffs against your ear.

A shiver goes down your spine as his hot breath lands on your skin. Sharp contrast to the cool night air all around. Your body is already shaky enough from his hips' brutal thrusts against your ass.

He has you pinned against the back wall of the church, split open on his cock. This spot is close enough to the safety of the group while providing the privacy he needs to have his way with you. Your cheek squishes against the wood, a small stream of drool trickling South on your chin.

"N-nothing," you whimper, "Was just trying to tell you- ah! Just wanted to tell you..."

Your voice trails off as the sentiment of your point becomes less important than the bliss Rick's length is battering into you. Soft moans drift from your lips as your mouth hangs open. He tuts and shakes his head, pressing more of his weight into you and rutting against your backside with more force.

"You're still tryin' to talk back?" he asks, "Still think you had a reason to give me all that attitude?"

"I said I was sorry," you whine, bottom lip jutting out on instinct.

This is the game you play with Rick. You're sure by now everyone else is sick of being unwilling bystanders to it, but you can never get enough. Ever since you met the older man, the two of you mixed together like a stray match in a keg of gunpowder.

He tries his hardest to lead this group. You know that's true. But life fucking sucks in the apocalypse. It's not your fault if you get a little fed up with things sometimes.

You take it out on him cause it's easy. You disagree with his plans without coming up with any of your own. You complain about assignments you're given. You whine about the lack of supplies and direction. You roll your eyes and sigh during minor disagreements while nearly throwing a fit for larger ones.

For the first six months he knew you, it drove him fucking crazy. He went to sleep at night dreading waking up because he knew he'd have to deal with you the next day. At one point, he was convinced that he'd die of high blood pressure before any walker got the chance to kill him.

But then he figured out the secret to dealing with you. It wasn't too long before the prison fell that he learned this little trick. The two of you were the only ones awake, and you had another huge fight about some inconsequential bullshit. He was supremely frustrated. You weren't showing any signs of conceding that you were being ridiculous either.

It's like a blur in his memory now, the way he pinned you against the hard brick wall. He tore open the tiny shorts you had on. And that was when he learned. Your pretty little pussy was like your control center. He just had to hit the right buttons to bring you back to normal.

Now when you act up, he gives you the chance to fix it. You'll say something in that pitchy tone of voice and pout at him, and he'll raise a brow. He'll ask you to repeat yourself. If you continue the challenge, he still tries to be civil and talk you down. But once you push too far, you end up with a firm hand wrapped around your wrist, dragging you away from the rest of the group.

That's what happened tonight.

He scoffs at your assertion that you'd apologized. "You said sorry when you realized you were in trouble," he grumbles.

His fingers dig into your waist, feeling the soft skin left exposed by your t-shirt that's riding up. Your toes curl inside your sneakers while your fingernails scrape against the chipping paint of the church's paneling.

"I still meant it," you insist.

"If you're so sorry, tell me why I have to teach you this same fuckin' lesson over and over again," he growls.

"I dunno... cause you didn't do it good enough the first time?" you offer.

He gives your hip a smack for that and shoves you harder against the wall with a forearm across your back. You can feel the cool silver of his watch on your shoulder blade. Your tits are just as smooshed as your cheek is now. You whine in response, your feet floundering against the dirt below, but he keeps fucking into you hard.

"Cute. Keep talking back like that and see where it gets you," he says.

"I was just joking, daddy," you respond with a little sniffle for maximum impact.

"Oh, I'm daddy now?" he mocks. Neither of your attempts at sympathy seem to have struck a chord. "I'm daddy when you want me to be nice to you, but not any other time. Do I have that right?"

"Nuh uh..."

"Yeah. You won't listen to me. Won't do anything I ask without givin' me hell. But the second you get tired of taking it like a big girl, I'm your daddy," he taunts.

You squeak as he yanks your hips against his pelvis particularly hard. His tip rams right into that sweet, spongy spot inside you. It knocks the breath from your lungs. Your knees start to buckle beneath you.

He watches as you really begin to slip. With a sigh, he pulls his cock out of your dripping hole. You whine about that too, of course, but you don't have time to complain before he flips you around and hooks his hands behind your knees. He folds you in half against the wall and slides right back into the slick heat of your cunt. His hips rock against you like they never stopped.

"Look at you. You think you have any right to question me when you can't even stand up on your own? When y'need daddy to do everything for you," he mutters.

You mewl and arch your back, but he keeps you exactly where he wants you. His shaft slams into you over and over, chasing the feeling of your walls clamping down on it. You can't fight back against what he's saying cause any semblance of cohesive argument has been fucked right out of you.

"Did-didn't mean it," you choke out.

"Then say sorry like you mean it," he breathes.

He pumps into you harder and deeper, making it difficult for you to answer. But you try your best because you're getting close, and after you cum, it'll be damn near impossible.

"I- I'm sorry, daddy. Didn't mean to make you mad. I'll try to be good and listen," you say before a whine cracks your voice and causes your head to drop forward.

He nudges your face up with his nose before rewarding you with a kiss. "That's my girl," he mumbles, "Gonna listen for me. Accept that you don't know what's best, hm? That you need me to take care of you and make the decisions?"

You nod with your quivering lip and glossy eyes.

That gets a little smirk on his lips, and he kisses your pout once more. His hand snakes around to thumb at your clit. The rapid fire swipes are all you need to topple over the edge and let go. You tense up and cover your own mouth, muffling your cries with your palm.

"There you go. Let it out," he grunts.

He grits his teeth, holding on long enough to fuck you through your high. As soon as you start to come down though, he pulls out and spills his seed onto the dirt beneath you.

His body shudders against yours, another set of harsh breaths blowing against your neck. You lean your head against his. The sweat that dampens his scalp smears on your cheek.

The both of you hold the position for a few moments longer before beginning to untangle. He sets you back on the ground, keeping his hands on your waist until he's sure you're stable. You pull your discarded shorts back on and adjust your shirt while he zips himself up.

When you're put together again, he grabs your wrist like he'd done earlier but with a more gentle touch. He pulls you flush against his body and encircles you with his arms, keeping you pressed to his chest. His hand rubs up and down your back in soothing strokes.

"My baby. All tuckered out and settled down for me now, yeah?" he whispers.

You nod, your eyes already feeling droopy with the calm that comes after release. His embrace is so warm it lulls you further into this docile, dreamy state.

Rick rolls his eyes again, but there's not as much irritation this time. A good fuck mellows him out just like it does you. Plus, in moments like these, he can admit to himself that he has a small soft spot for his little brat.

He sways back and forth with you for a few moments, planting occasional kisses on the top of your head.

"You gonna behave when we go back inside?" he murmurs.

"Yeah," you answer softly.

"That's my girl," he says, patting your ass before turning you loose. He lets you walk back around to the entrance first. While he has a great time putting you back in line, these trysts aren't really something he wants the whole group being hyper aware of. It's after a few minutes have gone by that he heads in himself, ready to mix back in with everyone else as if nothing had happened.

venus ; chapter five ; missing

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❦ WHAT’S MY NAME IN YOUR PHONE?

atsumu, osamu, suna, kita x reader (separate)

cw: fluff, smau

thinkin' about growing up and joining Ghosts with Keegan... grr

childhood friend!Keegan who you grew up with, hanging out with him after class and at your shared extracurriculars with, sitting in the back of your parents' car talking about anything and everything

childhood friend!Keegan who brought you to freshman year homecoming and junior year prom, photos of the two of you and matching corsages and outfits, final photo of your two families being a picture of the two of you in your military uniforms.

childhood friend!Keegan who returns home in between deployments with you, shared car driven from the airport as he drops you off before heading home himself. Eventually your parents just host dinner at one house so you both get a lighter trip

sergeant!Keegan who hates that somehow you've made your way into the Ghosts unit with him, pretty much attempting to shake you up at any chance to discourage you from continuing along, but it proves useless when you get promoted to Sergeant instead, sticking your tongue and middle finger out at him

sergeant!Keegan who's caught getting coffee with you in the morning, your back against the railing as he leans over it, staring down at the new recruits running. The base makes it the talk of the month until they realize the two of you don't give the reaction wanted

sergeant!Keegan who gets scared shitless whenever you get injured out on a mission and vice versa, the two of you always with the other at the medical facilities, string of scolding words given as you nurse each other back to health. The unit tries to make sure neither of you get hurt so both of you can go out on the field

sergeant!Keegan who unwinds when possible with you, wind in his hair as you let in a little air through the window of the room, sitting down on his bed as you throw your head back and just lay on the ground.

"Nearly got yourself killed out there, kid."

"It's fine." You exhale. "I'm alive and unscathed. That's all that matters."

"Debrief was hell."

"Always is." You stare up at him, humming. "Gonna kick me out tonight?"

"No, but floor's dirty."

"You mop yours." You yawn, closing your eyes as you do.

Keegan shuffles and lays down next to you, staring at the ceiling as he blinks once and then twice.

"Should get us a bigger room."

"Should get us a room." You hum. "Lie to their asses or get to the nearest government office."

"Who said I'm gonna marry you?"

"Your lack of game." You yawn again, sighing. "If you won't marry me, then I'll just go find Logan. Sure he'd love to get under your skin and start calling me his wife."

"He'd never let me live it down."

"Neither would I."

501st boys reacting to Fem!reader being drunk part 1 of ?

I'm sure @moonlightwarriorqueen and @sunshinesdaydream will recognize a lot that's going on here because this was actually Moonlight's idea, and we all kind of built on it so. Here ya go.

warnings: drunk reader. Fluff.

Fives:

Fives is just as drunk as you are.

You both end up at home from separate events, each of you dropped off by a considerably more sober friend.

He's happy to see you though and wants all of the cuddles.

You're watching some shitty night show on the holo and laughing at the worst jokes that Fives has ever heard.

After a few minutes of shifting around, the two of you fall asleep as a properly tangled mess of limbs on the couch.

And that's exactly how it is when you both wake up with a hell of a hangover.

Hardcase:

You had sent a message to Hardcase asking for him to "buy some motherfuckin' limes, baby. Love you bunches!"

So he kind of has his suspicions before he walks through the door.

“‘CASE!” you screech, barreling at him, and nearly falling on your face

“C’mon Mesh’la.” He laughs, catching you in his arms and kissing your temple. “Why don’t we get you to bed.”

You light up at the prospect of going to bed with him.

However you end up passing out as soon as you lay down, cuddled against his chest.

Rex:

He’s…he’s really not sure what to do with the situation

One minute you’re giggling and draped all over him as he walks in

Then, in a somewhat stern voice he asks what’s going on and the giggling stops

Your lip quivers and tears gather in your eyes as you shrink away, and he instantly regrets it, realizing that you’re most likely tipsy.

“No, no Mesh’la, I’m not mad, I’m sorry”

Forehead kisses

He makes up for it with a little bit of ice cream and cuddles for the rest of the night

SWEET DREAM

< osamu miya x reader >

Summary: Being a manager for the Inazarki volleyball club wasn't easy, especially dealing with their chaos. They had made great friends because of it and had caught some attention as well, especially from Miya Osamu. For him, having a crush on the manager isn't ideal but it wasn't anything that he can control. The worst thing about it, watching your crush already be in a relationship with your teammate.

Genre: friends to lovers, angst, drama, fluff

Warnings: Swearing, yelling, teasing, suggestive themes.

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CHAPTER TWELVE

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bed chem ━━━ iwaizumi hajime

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# fun facts !

y/n went to nekoma and was attending tokyo university with kuroo, but got kicked out after hosting a party and a window in her dorm got broken

she only transferred to sendai because she knows bokuto and akaashi briefly from high school and she knows oikawa through competitions

everyone is the year they were in school, except a few who took gap years or aren’t in college; y/n is a 3rd year, kenma does not attend college

akaashi and kenma do not play hockey; kenma played in high school, but was rarely on the ice

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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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