Can Ya Add Karasu Tabito From Bluelock In Your Works? I Really Like Him And I Don't. Get To Read Work

Can ya add Karasu Tabito from Bluelock in your works? I really like him and I don't. Get to read work that are about him 😭😭

Of course! I had a few ideas with him and was eager for someone to make a request. I'll post the list of fandoms and characters I can write for soon 🙂‍↕️

kinktober masterlist - mika

author's note! - Hello everyone! Thanks for checking out my Kinktober posts for this year. I haven't posted for kinktober in a minute so I'm trying to ease myself back into it. Please feel free to make requests and I'll get to them after I'm done with these! Collabing with @dulzuraaii for the design of the fics! Thanks for you help and support!

content warnings - Only male x female pairings. Most are recommended that 18+ to read.

WEEK 1

༊*·˚ oct. 1st - dacryphilia w/ tsukki, mikey, sukuna

༊*·˚ oct. 3rd - power play w/ gojo, wakasa, sae

༊*·˚ oct. 5th - virginity loss w/ isagi, kuroo, nanami

WEEK 2

༊*·˚ oct. 7th - somnophilia w/ geto, rindou, bachira

༊*·˚ oct. 9th - thigh riding w/ toji, oliver, iwaizumi

༊*·˚ oct. 11th - praise w/ wakasa, atsumu, sukuna

WEEK 3

༊*·˚ oct. 13th - edging w/ ran, nagi, suna

༊*·˚ oct. 15th - orgasm control w/ sanzu, sae, atsumu

༊*·˚ oct. 17th - oral w/ gojo, mikey, nagi

༊*·˚ oct. 19th - ddlg w/ ran, tsukki, wakasa

WEEK 4

༊*·˚ oct. 21st - public sex w/ toji, rindou, bachira

༊*·˚ oct. 23rd - aphrodisiac w/ geto, nagi, suna

༊*·˚ oct. 25th - age gap w/ ran, kuroo, nanami

WEEK 5

༊*·˚ oct. 27th - cockwarming w/ kuroo, isagi, mikey

༊*·˚ oct. 29th - favorite positions w/ all characters

༊*·˚ oct. 31st - nagi special!

wind breaker / that moment you catch your parents on a date

october 9th - thigh riding w/ toji, oliver, iwaizumi

content warnings - thigh riding, slight degradation, swearing

MDNI!

toji fushiguro

“You know, you could at least…shit- pay attention to me a little,” you scoffed, frustration lacing your voice as you pressed yourself against his thigh. The heat radiating from his skin felt electric against yours, and you craved any friction you could get. The unrelenting coil in your stomach twisted tighter, a mix of irritation and desire simmering just beneath the surface.

Toji, completely unfazed, flipped through the channels on the TV, the bright flickering lights casting soft shadows across his face. Each change in the screen seemed to pull him further away from you, his focus unwavering and indifferent to your plight. “Maybe if you weren’t such a little bitch earlier, I would pay attention to you,” he mumbled, his eyes still glued to the glowing flat screen on the wall.

The sound of his voice was low and gravelly, barely breaking the rhythmic click of the remote. You whined at his response, a frustrated sound that echoed in the quiet room, but you couldn’t help yourself. You continued to grind against him, the soft fabric of your clothes brushing against his leg with desperate need within you.

Every movement sent a jolt of sensation through you, a tantalizing reminder of the tension building in your core. You could feel your arousal pooling on his thigh, an undeniable mix of embarrassment and longing. The room was filled with the faint hum of the television, but all you could focus on was the way his body felt beneath yours, solid and unyielding, yet impossibly close, teasing you with the promise of attention you so desperately craved.

“Can you really ignore me when I'm literally begging for your attention?” you asked, squeezing your eyes shut in frustration. The plea hung in the air, thick with tension, but Toji remained unfazed, his casual demeanor unwavering. He shifted slightly, the movement causing your heart to race, but his gaze stayed glued to the screen, flickering images reflecting in his dark eyes. You could feel the warmth radiating from his thigh, a tantalizing contrast to the cool air of the room, and it only intensified the longing pooling deep within you.

“Begging?” he replied, his tone dripped with sarcasm, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’re just making it harder for yourself.” You bit your lip, the frustration bubbling over into something more primal. The coil in your stomach tightened, sending waves of heat coursing through you. You felt the urge to reach out, to pull him into your world, to break through the wall of indifference he had built around himself. But with every passing moment, it became clearer that he relished the way you squirmed, the way you craved his attention while he acted like you were just another channel on his TV.

“Seriously?” you huffed, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with irritation and need. You opened your eyes, locking onto his profile, searching for a flicker of acknowledgment. But Toji’s focus remained unwavering, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the remote as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

You leaned in closer, shifting your weight to intensify the friction, your breath hitching as you pressed against him. “I’m not going to just sit here and let you ignore me,” you murmured, a challenge in your voice.

He finally turned his head slightly, the corner of his mouth quirking up just enough to let you know he was aware of your struggle, yet still so nonchalant. “You could try a little harder,” he teased, his voice smooth and casual, as if the entire situation was nothing more than a passing thought.

oliver aiku

“I don’t remember saying you could use your hands, slut.” Oliver smirked as he watched you struggle to ride his thigh without any support. He was enjoying this, as usual. Soft whines and moans escaped you, your eyes squeezed shut to concentrate on the rough surface of his sweatpants covered thigh.

Suddenly, a ‘click’ pierced the air. You opened your eyes to see his holding his phone in front of you, taking a picture of your demeaning position. “What are you—” you started to protest, but he cut you off with a playful grin. “What? I’m just taking a little keepsake to remember you by.” He chuckled, the sound light and teasing, before locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket. “I’ve got to keep pictures of all my girls; otherwise, I might just forget who’s who.”

With a casual shrug, he shifted his focus back to you, his hands finding their way to your hips. His grip was firm, almost possessive, as he nudged you to move again. The mixture of excitement and unease coursed through you, leaving you torn between wanting to resist and the thrill of his attention. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, a reminder of the connection that lingered between you.

“Don’t stop now,” he said, feigning disappointment and pouting in a way that was almost comical. “I’ve got a whole hour before I get to hook up with Stacy.” His words hung in the air, and as he guided you back into a rhythm, you struggled to concentrate on what he was saying. The way his sweatpants brushed against your panty-clad mound sent waves of sensation through you, making it increasingly difficult to think straight.

“Who’s S-Stacy?” you stammered, the name slipping out before you could fully process it. A mixture of curiosity and unease bubbled within you, threatening to pull your focus away from the moment. Your heart raced as you felt yourself nearing the edge of something intense, caught between the thrill of the connection you shared and the nagging thought of the girl he mentioned.

He smirked at your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on you. “Oh, just some girl I dm'd on Instagram. She got some new tits I wanna try out,” he replied nonchalantly, as if the casual mention of another girl didn’t send a jolt of insecurity through you. The tension in the air thickened, and you felt the dichotomy of excitement and jealousy swirling within you, making every fleeting moment even more intoxicating.

"You didn't seriously think you were the only one, did you?" he raised a brow, his tone laced with mock surprise. The playful glint in his eyes did little to ease the knot forming in your stomach. You hesitated, searching for the right words, but they eluded you. The realization hit hard, twisting your emotions into a tangled mess. “I—I didn’t know,” you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Oh, come on. It’s all part of the fun. Keeps things interesting, don’t you think?” His words dripped with a confidence that both intrigued and unsettled you. As he spoke, your mind raced, grappling with the implications of what he was saying. The thrill of the moment felt tainted by the truth of his casual nonchalance. “So, what do you want from me?” you asked, your heart pounding as you stared into his eyes, trying to gauge his intentions.

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Just a little excitement. A little distraction. Nothing too serious.” He lightly patted your hip, igniting sparks of electricity that both captivated and confused you. “Is that all I am to you?” you questioned, feeling vulnerable yet daring to challenge him.

He paused, the smirk fading slightly as he tried to find words that would sound sincere. “You’re more than just a passing moment. But let’s not complicate things. We can enjoy this for what it is.” He spoke as he forced you to move again.

hajime iwaizumi

“You sure that feels good?” Iwaizumi asked, his voice low and attentive, eyes glazing over as he watched you rub against his leg. The warmth radiating from his skin felt like an inviting heat, drawing you in deeper as you sought out the friction that had you on edge. Each subtle movement sent a ripple of sensation coursing through you, blending desire with desperation, and you couldn't help but whimper softly.

You nodded, biting your lip as you leaned closer, the fabric of your clothes brushing against his. The cotton of your shirt clung to your skin, damp with a mixture of heat and anticipation. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls, but the glow from the nearby lamp cast a soft light on his features, highlighting the intensity in his gaze. You could feel his breath, warm and steady, brushing against your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

“Yeah? You like that?” he pressed, his tone shifting, a hint of teasing lacing his words. There was a spark in his eyes now, a flicker of interest that ignited something deeper within you. You could sense the shift in the atmosphere, the way tension crackled like static electricity in the air.

“More than you know,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, thick with longing. You shifted your weight, pressing your body against him more insistently, the contact igniting a fire in your belly. The heavy scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aroma of the evening air that slipped through the window, creating a heady combination that made your pulse race.

As you continued to rock against his thigh, you felt the muscles flex beneath you, strong and unyielding, every movement echoing the desire that was building inside you. Iwaizumi's breath hitched slightly, and you caught the briefest glimpse of surprise in his eyes, as if he hadn't quite expected your boldness.

“Is that so?” he mused, his voice low and teasing, but there was an undeniable edge of curiosity laced within it. You could see the way his gaze flicked down, drinking in the sight of you, and it sent a rush of heat flooding your cheeks.

Will you accept his proposal? 💍

october 7th - somnophilia w/ geto, rindou, bachira

content warnings - somnophilia, drugging, baby trapping, gas lighting, fingering, cunilingus, mentions of bondage, suggested wet dream

MDNI!

suguru geto

“You're the prettiest when you're quiet, you know.” Geto whispered in your ear, his breath warm and teasing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers prodded gently at your gummy walls, the sensation both familiar and electrifying, making it a marvel that you could sleep through his ministrations.

“Don't have to fight with you for the last word, feisty little brat.” He smirked, the sound of his voice low and playful, as his thumb worked nimbly at your sensitive bud of nerves. The way he moved was both skilled and relentless, a rhythm that thrummed through you like a heartbeat.

He noticed you stirring, the soft flutter of your lashes against your cheeks, but that didn’t deter him. The heat of his body enveloped you, his fingers dancing with a deliberate precision that sent waves of warmth pooling in your core. Each stroke was a whisper against the backdrop of the night, and you found it harder to resist the pull of awareness tugging at you.

He prodded his fingers at your entrance, ensuring to capture the webs of your arousal drenching his fingers. “Suguru?” you groggily called out, trying to figure out just what the heck was going on. “What are you…doing?” you now adjusted to the feeling of a man's finger inside you. “You woke me up, love.” He half confessed, not steeling his movements.

The palm of his hand cupped the top of your vulva to give him better access to your sweeter spot causing you to spread your legs a bit for him to get better access. “You were calling out to me. I couldn't just let you suffer.” His words as tantalizingly sweet as honey.

rindou haitani

Rindou brushed a strand away from your face as his hips snapped against yours harshly. You sleeped peaceful– not willingly; you were drugged. You were so perfect like this; pliable. He dug his nails into your hips as he anchored himself there. 

You kept denying his advances. He didn't need to be this way. He's a green flag for Pete's sake! He was charming and kind and even a little awkward but something about him was a bit off putting for you. So you turned him down, time and again. In his mind, even the biggest oak tree could be cut down with a spoon eventually. 

But he grew tired of waiting. Your insistence to keep turning him down, although endearing, was annoying. This entire “hard-to-get” act wore him down. Which was exactly why you were in this position now.

Rindo never wanted to resort to these tactics; you forced his hand. He didn’t want to deceive you into housesitting; you left him no choice but to lie. He never wanted to baby trap you, yet your actions drove him to it. If only you had truly listened when he made it clear, time and again, that you were the one he desired.

Now, he has you tied to his bed, fulfilling a twisted plan. As he prepares to drive the nail in the coffin, he’s counting on you to realize you’re pregnant. In that moment of vulnerability, he’ll offer his support, all while weaving his web of manipulation. He knows your unstable emotions will leave you questioning your choices, and he’ll be there to position himself as your only option. It’s a game to him—a way to ensure you see him as your savior, even if it means playing with your heart and mind. Who knows how far he’ll go to keep you under his control?

meguru bachira

Sweet dreams. This whimsical scene is not unusual for you; your dreams often carry the essence of warmth and friendship, a reflection of your cheerful spirit. It's a comforting reminder that even in your slumber, the bonds you share with others continue to thrive, turning ordinary moments into sweet, sweet memories that linger long after the morning light breaks.

However, your sweet, sweet boyfriend isn't always granted the kindness of such jovial dreams. Most times, he doesn't dream at all. When he does dream though, just like tonight, it's often of you and it ends up making him make a mess on his briefs. Tonight, he didn't feel like being the only messy one so he got to work. He snuck his way under the sheets, gliding his fingers along the curve of your legs. “You made me all messy again, sweet thing.” He whispered as he made his way between your legs.

He trailed kisses up from your knees and between your thighs till he reached the warmth at the top where he placed a light kiss atop your underwear. “Let's see how long you can stay asleep.” He snickered a bit to himself as he hooked his fingers along the sides of your underwear and pulled it down just enough for him to work.

The pads of his fingers mush between your puffy lips, gently pressing the folds open so he could feast. The wet muscle of his tongue peered up and between your folds, lapping at the fluids. His mouth sucked lewdly, resting the crook of his nose to ground his lips into lush flesh of your core further.

You pressed into pillows, oblivious the man feasting on you below your waist. All you could picture, were the blissful dreams now warped into graphic scenes of sweat drenched bodies colliding. Bachira worked his tongue in and out so deep, he was testing your limits.