Blue Lock Objectively Is Insane And Probably Bad. But The Thing About Blue Lock Is That Once You Watch

off limits

Kuroo Tetsurou x reader | smut

Warnings: nsfw!, mdni, Bokuto has a sister, Kuroo Tetsurou x Bokuto's sister! reader

@ anni says: just a small self indulgent drabble. enjoy!

word count: 262

She was off limits

Explicitly off limits.

Then why does the softness of her plump thighs feel so damn good? So much better than the other girls?

There he was, groaning inside her mouth, dry humping his erection -- straining inside the pajama pants -- against her lacy clothed pussy, her nightgown pooling in her waist.

One hand holding her thigh by the back of her knee, slightly raising up to angle her even better.

Her tiny little whimpers being merciless devoured by his mouth.

Everything so erotic that gets so easy to forget how forbidden she is.

Or the forbidden makes it even more erotic?

A couple of hours ago he was with his best friend, playing videogames in the living room and binge watching some anime.

How did he end up in his best friend's sister's bed? Again?

He could hear the scolding voice of Koutarou somewhere in the back of his mind -- that one time he eyed her legs a little too much -- but the thought got completely obliterated by the way she moaned-whispered his name

“Tetsu— I need you”

You said needy, borderline indecent, your lips close to his lips, a thin line of saliva connecting them,

and how could he even deny anything to you when his dick almost gain life when you plead like that?

He just hopes Bokuto never dream about this obscenity. But even if he finds out, he doubt he'll regret.

Is he thinking with his cock? Maybe.

but he'd be damned if he doesn't give what you need now.

this is fire yo ❤️❤️❤️

🏹🩷🫦🔥

press start! — the eyes, chico (15/22)

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

prev | masterlist | next

taglist: [closed] @thea-herondale @m00n1sms @smelliottle @nyxies-universe @leeny-leens @dira333 @literallyushiwaka @hwanghyunjinismybae @starstrikeer @le000xxgrd @doublasting @charlotterosea13 @holaseniorahoe @katnot-cat @marti-mp4 @mary0cartt @istann @zarisluvr @ursafehaven @alyaemes @lunakatsukisan @liliabrary @x3nafix @kukkurookkoo @vivian-555 @sickpatientt @v1sque @curlyhairkk @livixxn @thechaosoflonging @aldebrana @nnnyxie @crxm-dollx @i-bitch-you-bitch @anteroz @justanotherweeb666 @thiisisntlovely @vienna-world @snoowply @anglefish3008 @arialol @asteraslvrr @sunghoonsgfreal @rrosiitas

Compiling my tall-and-muscular!reader blurbs in one post since yall seem to like it sm ehe :3

Price

Gaz

Soap

Makarov

Ghost*

Konig*

*)soon ;3

Prompt idea: The reader just sends the most horrid hear me out. Like sending a hear me out of Phillip to Alejandro.

“hear me out”

synopsis: sending the cod guys a questionable hear me out

ੈ✩‧₊˚ price, gaz, ghost, soap, alejandro, rudy, graves, makarov, keegan, nikolai

cw: suggestive jokes, slutshaming of an m&m

an: tried to keep these relatively tame because some of my hear me outs are actually insane. also would anyone gaf if i shared my sexuality headcanons for them…

masterlist

dividers from @/saradika-graphics :)

bed chem ━━━ iwaizumi hajime

15. whipped?

# fun fact !

this is spread out over a couple weeks, it’s now towards the end of october

masterlist. previous | next

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.

taglist (CLOSED). @standcom @thoughtswithbbg @aboutkiyoomi @angtopia @yunavx @celestialm1nd @surfeitstar @xiaoquanquans @istann @aldebrana @mdmraz @softpia @wakashudou @mo072806 @90s-belladonna @rrosiitas @suuunarin @chaotic-neutral-ig @nanasrkives @hrithi11 @itsdragonius @sexylexy12 @0rangej0e @wordsofelie @p4lli @a-sorrowful-tune @iluv-ace @matt444nixi @charleslec-airlines @meekydeeks @amterasuu @rabbitcola @sickpatientt @sophiahearttss @himec @torkorpse @nscuit @labsbedamned @iloveiwaizumihajime @snoowply @followingmysunsposts @navymacaroons @lover-no-lover61 @shozuken @sunaispretty @luvvcho @idexmids @luckybibucky @h3xi2g0n3 @soy-garbage

Congrats on the milestone! Could you do pumpkin carving with Hunter please? He’s the knife guy, so I think it’d be funny if (female) reader was like “honey, do you have a knife?” And he’s expecting something might be wrong, but then-

“Good! Because we’re carving pumpkins!” :D

I Can Do It

Summary: You bring a pumpkin home with the intent to carve it. Tragically, all your kitchen knives are not up to carving a gourd. Lucky for you, your boyfriend is a knife guy.

Pairing: TBB Hunter x F!Reader

Word Count: 918

Warnings: None

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I got overwhelmed with stuff lol. Also, Spalmart is Space Walmart and the rule about sandals on the stairs is pulled from my life, lol.

Click HERE to be added to my taglist

You stare at the twin pumpkins sitting on your counter critically. 

They’ve been scrubbed and you’ve used a permanent marker to outline the design you’re planning on carving on each of them, and now all you have to do is start the carving.

The problem? You don’t have a pumpkin carving kit.

You could go out and buy one. Probably. They’re only a couple of credits after all. But, at the same time, the idea of going out and buying a kit just for carving pumpkins feels like a waste of money.

On the other hand, none of your kitchen knives are going to be up to the task. It’s your fault as you don’t take the best care of your kitchen knives, but they were, like, 20 credits from the local Spalmart, so it’s not like you broke the bank to get them in the first place.

You shift slightly and rest your chin on the palm of your hand. You suppose you can settle for painting the pumpkins, rather than carving them. But it’s not the same. Plus, you want to cook the seeds.

There’s a noise from the living you and your gaze drifts from the pumpkins to the entryway to the other room. Hunter knows your home, but he doesn’t know that you have pumpkins.

You love him, but you don’t want to explain the tradition behind pumpkin carving to him right now.

You tap one of your nails against the newspaper-covered counter, your gaze unwavering from the entryway to the living room. 

Now. There’s an idea.

Hunter is a knife guy. It’s a reputation that he’s never going to be able to ditch so long as people know him. He always has at least one sharp knife on him at all times. Not to mention, he’s got the height advantage for leverage for cutting the pumpkins.

You straighten and don’t bother to smother your grin, “Hunter~”

There’s silence for a moment, and then you hear the movie in the next room pause as Hunter stands and makes his way to the kitchen. He stops in the doorway, and you see his gaze drift to the pumpkins, though he doesn’t say anything as his gaze wanders to your face, “Something wrong, cyare?”

“May I, please, borrow your knife?” You ask as you fold your hands under your chin pleadingly.

His dark eyes narrow suspiciously, “Why?”

“Because.”

“Because why?”

“Because my knives are sad and I need one to carve the pumpkins.”

“Your knives wouldn’t be sad if you took care of them like I told you.”

“Yeah, but why would I do that when it’s easier to just go out and buy new ones.”

“Is this your plan? Neglect your knives until I come and sharpen them for you?”

“They were, like, 20 credits. I’m pretty sure if you try to sharpen them they’ll shatter.” You point out, “Anyway! Can I borrow your knife? Please? Pretty please?”

He stares at you, and then sighs, “The appearance of the please isn’t going to convince me to let you borrow it.”

You stare at him for a long moment.

“What?” Hunter asks as you stare in silence for just a smidgen too long.

“It’s amazing. I’d swear that you’re my loving wonderful boyfriend, but that can’t be right because Tech just sassed me.” 

Hunter clicks his tongue and reaches out to lightly flick your forehead. “Brat.” He walks around the counter and drops his hands to your hips, “I don’t want you to borrow my knives, cyare, because they’re sharp.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda the point, babe.”

“Cyare, sweetheart, love of my life,” Hunter lifts you and sets you on the counter, before moving to stand between your legs, “You’re clumsy.”

“I am not!”

He shoots you a look, “You’re the only person I’ve ever met who’s managed to fall up the stairs.”

“I—”

“We had to make a standard rule that you have to take your sandals off before trying any stairs because you kept falling and it was giving me anxiety.”

“That only happened once!” He shoots you a look, “Okay, like five times.”

“Exactly my point.” He pulls you in so he’s able to press his forehead against yours, “How about, I do the carving and you sit there and manage me.”

You make a face, “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Won’t it be more fun to do this together though?”

“You’re just saying that because you don’t trust me.” You say with a pout.

“I do trust you. Just not with a knife or anything sharp that you could use to hurt yourself with you, inevitably, trip over air.”

“I should have dated Wrecker.” You grouse.

“He’d had you wrapped in bubble wrap before you do anything.” Hunter replies, distracted as he looks at the pumpkins, “Is that pumpkin going to be carved to look like my tattoo?”

“...maybe.”

He grins at you and kisses you quickly, “Aww, you have a crush on me.”

“It’s a little more than a crush. Dork.”

Hunter laughs, “Good. I have a little more than a crush on you too.” He kisses you one more time, “Now, shall we get started? You can just sit there and look pretty.”

“If you insist. But I’m not sitting on the counter. I’m getting a stool.”

“Deal.” He watches you hop down from the counter and doesn’t start until you’re perched next to him on the stool.

He’s right, of course. These kinds of things are better when done together.

@kimiheartblade

@yoitsjay

@liz-stat

@bb8-99

@falconfeather23435

@dukeoftheblackstar

@continous-mistakes

@0revna0

@trixie2023

@mira-loves-star-wars

@adriennelenoir

@rebell-ious

@silly-starfish

@heidnspeak

@maniacalbooper

@padawancat97

@justiceandwar98

@bekah_curlygirl

@cdblake1565

@cc--2224

@omegaprime18

@wax-birds

@msmeredithrose

@tiredbi-peach

@badbatch-bitch

@sweater-sloot

@etod

@bekahcurlygirl

@lonewolflupe

@bad4amficideas

@clones-cyare

@kiss-anon

~•♡•~ I Like It Long

➳ Summary: While out on a run, you and Michonne start lightly teasing Daryl for having his hair grown out. But there's a hidden reason as to why he won't cut it. (Daryl x Fem!Reader)

➳ Setting: Alexandria, post Savior war

➳ Word count: 1.4k

➳ C/W: Just smut n hair pulling

➳ A/N: This spawned from me writing the context plot of another fic and I was like… wait (And thank yall for the attention on that Mother's Day post??? Yall are so sweet 😭🫶)

My hair is really similar to Daryl's when it's partially or almost dry and it's actually my favorite thing about myself like xbsosjdjdneisnsiasjebeiisjabajissn

You loudly banged your forearm against the glass door of a long abandoned drug store, not hearing any noise inside. Vines and weeds had grown through cracks in the concrete, winding up the sides of the building.

“Sounds pretty clear,” You shrugged, holstering your bow and opting for hand-held blades as Michonne pulled open the handle. You, her, and Daryl were clearing through a nearby town while out on a supply run, opting to make quick work of the task in favor of getting home.

You three entered the building, keeping your guard up in case of any straggling walkers that weren't roused by the initial attempts to lure them towards you. The interior wasn't large, so you could comfortably split off from each other and still be close.

“Seems mostly ransacked. Not much left,” Michonne commented, katana lowered but out in front of her. This had begun to grow repetitive and boring, energy matching the grayness of the lighting.

She took a pair of hair cutting shears off the shelf in front of her, holding them up to your gaze a few isles over. “Think he could use these?” She asked as a smile played the edges of her mouth, nodding back towards Daryl, looking for mischief. His hair had grown quite long over the course of the last two years, the tawny blond darkening into a rich brown, accompanied by a shaggy cut.

“Oh definitely. Jus’ gotta determine which onna us can hold him down long enough to cut it,” You replied with a chuckle, eyes following hers to where the archer stood at the endcap of another lane.

“Shuddup, will ya?” Daryl scoffed, shaking his head with grunt. His gaze didn't break from the advertisement in front of him, trying to ignore your antics. “Ts'fine.”

“Gotta make use of whatever supplies we find, no?” You continued your teasing, trying to hide the grin on your face at his reaction. “You were sweatin’ like a pig all summer, hair tangled all over yer face ‘n what not. When was the last time you cut it?”

“Don’ kno’, don’ care,” He grumbled, and you eyed Michonne again. It's definitely been since the prison, at least. He moved on from the stand. “Plus, winter up ‘ere's gon be colder. Will keep me warm.”

“Daryl, you're ‘bout the only one who didn't freshen up since we got to Alexandria. Don't you at least want a trim?” Michonne pestered, raising her eyebrows at him and shifting her weight to one leg. “You remember Rick's whole hobo-beard.”

“Ain't got no ‘hobo-beard’.”

“But you do look like the only ‘scissors’ you know is the recently searched on your go to porn site,” Michonne chaffed, barely able to contain herself.

Daryl froze for just a second, face flushing as his head whipped to stare back at her. And you two burst out laughing, to which his expression soured.

“Give it up, alrigh’?! Ain't nothin’ wrong with mah hair!” He snapped, accent thick with embarrassment, bowing his head slightly in an effort to obscure it. He readjusted his hold on his crossbow. “Gon shoot tha botha ya.”

“Ay, ay! Jus’ sayin’. Rick scrapped the beard and… maybe you'll finally get some play too,” She winked, followed by a lighthearted snicker.

Daryl groaned again and rolled his eyes, beginning to walk off, but caught your gaze for just a second.

It's not that he didn't want to cut his hair - he didn't care about it – but he wasn't really allowed to either way. There was one major, sexy, moaning reason he didn't cut his hair.

❥-》》—————➣

“Oh, god, Daryl! Fuck! Don't stop… god don't stop,” You cried out, hands clutching his shoulders as your nails began to dig into his flesh. His grip on your hips was bruising, keeping you steady as he pounded up into you at a relentless pace. That grip was the sole thing grounding you in the reality of the present moment.

“Ain't gon stop,” He affirmed, voice gravelly. You moaned wildly, head weakly falling to his chest with exacerbated breaths, his own heaving against your temple. He leaned closer when he could, harshly sucking at your clavicle and boobs, leaving behind a litter of hickeys and little bites that colored you in reds and purples.

The springs of the bed beneath you sounded like they were gonna fold in on themselves, headboard sporadically banging against the wall as Daryl shifted down a little to hit into you at an angle, your clit brushing against him with each thrust. Your back arched overtop of him, shoving his dick into your belly.

“Baby, please… fhuuuckkkk.” You couldn't even think, every thought consumed by the feeling of him. The way he just destroyed you like it's an art he'd mastered, tip brushing against every sweet and sensitive spot inside you, walls desperately trying to cling on, balls hitting up against you, clit grinding on him, slickness coating his pelvis and your inner thighs, his clutch on you just so fucking strong.

You pulled yourself together, lifting your head to see him. His long hair was dark and dampened with sweat, matting up as it stuck to his forehead, obscuring part of his vision. But he was too focused on using you to fix it, didn't dare to remove his hands unless God willed him to.

You moved up, swiping it away, and his blue eyes instantly connected with yours, pupils blown with lust. He (somehow) sped up, starting to slam your hips up and down to meet him instead of just keeping them stationary, now just beating your cunt.

“Tha's it girl. Jus’ keep takin’ me good like tha’.”

His words made you shiver, and you partially fell forward again, nestling your face beside his and snaking an arm behind his head. Your fingers weaved through his messy hair, tangling at the scalp, then tugging harshly as another wave of pleasure ripped through you.

And he whined. There it is. His breathy gasps and grunts mingled with strained whines, and whimpers, as you pulled tighter and tighter at the roots of his locks. His face contorted, eyes nearly squeezing shut, that one vein bulging from his neck, directly on the verge of so much.

“Daryl… inside.., Dar-” You panted, cut off as everything went white and you hit your peak. Your whole body felt electrified, tensing, twitching, walls spasming, toes curling and claws clinging to his frame.

Daryl tipped over the edge almost immediately after, having just been waiting for you to cum first. He desperately pumped into you a few more times, before curving up once more and simultaneously ramming you down as he came deep in you, the warmth of his release spreading through your core, and he threw his head back with ragged breaths.

You were both left a sweaty mess, gasping for oxygen, feeling full and satisfied. Your muscles couldn't keep you up, and you collapsed onto him, loosening your hold at his scalp, his hold on your hips doing the same.

He recovered a bit quicker than you, bringing a hand up and brushing your own messy hair away the second he had the energy to do so.

“Ya alrigh’, sunshine?” He asked between hitches, hoping he hadn't been too rough. He soothingly rubbed his palm over the curve of your body where bruises were sure to form.

You nodded faintly, moving your head so you could breathe better, and you could feel him relax beneath you from the reassurance. He held you tenderly for a while, giving you time to regain your composure. Your eyes were closed in bliss. Few things beat the feeling of Daryl under you, rising and falling with his torso, hearing his low humming as he steadied himself – his softening cock still buried deep inside you, cum ever so surely beginning to dribble down.

You lazily remained in his arms, not wanting to deal with getting up, or the shower you two definitely needed. You took a strand of his hair, affectionately curling it around your finger like a tendril, then letting it go and repeating.

“Ya actually want me tah cut ma hair?” He eventually asked, thinking back to your light mocking from earlier, how you'd laughed as Michonne layered it on. It didn't matter much to him, he'd do whatever pleased you.

“Fuck no. Was just messin’ with you, Dixon,” You replied, kissing the skin of his collarbone right below you, and moving up to find his lips. “You know I like it long.”

The long hair suited him, he looked good with it. You loved to wash and play with it, brush and braid it while he laid in your lap. But mainly, it was easy to grab at, pull on – and close to nothing in existence sounded better than those whines and whimpers every time you did so.

©corvidcrossbow 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified or adapted to other platforms. My work may be translated only if asked and with proof of given consent.

venus; chapter nine; self care

masterlist

taglist

note: another shorter chapter but its worth it i promise

tags: @deadfish714 @pelicanpizza @surfeitstar @localgaytrainwreck @nobodybutnnoorr @evilari111 @swagkittybear @laceythespacey @scoupsworld @matt444nixi @ncitygreen @bub-ss @meekydeeks @snoowply @0rangej0e @softtashoney @amayaa-aaa @yessimo @jiminscarmex @megumuro @tyrantsmonarchy @vi0let-writes @lorisheaven @sugacor3 @supahumbreon @sophiahearttss @corvid007 @meoqs @rrayras @sexylexy12 (if your name is bolded and italicized it means i cannot tag you please change your settings)

I'm just,,,,, deeply enamored with Echo's golden eyes. I don't care what canon says, I headcanon he's always had them and when Fives and he would switch places during their shenanigans, Echo would have to wear contacts because people would always recognize him by his eyes.