#karasu x gn!reader

[emmyrosee]

You press another kiss under Karasu’s eye, making him gently squeeze your hips, “thank you, baby.”

“Did you know that beauty marks are just indicators of where you were kissed the most in a past life?”

Your rambling manages to crack a smile from him, his eyes peeking at you, “really? That right?”

The room has been quiet for some time now, you and Tabito merely enjoying each other’s company and time after a long week of not having any other time to. He smells good, so sweet and familiar with the brand of his body wash being one he hasn’t changed since before he met you.

You’ve grown to adore that scent.

“Mmhmm,” you hum, your hands planting on his chest and pushing yourself up from your laid down position. “Do you think I gave them to you in a past life?”

He puckers his lips out in thought, though you’re quick to bend down and steal a kiss, making him snicker, “I dunno- I’m kinda into the idea of you harassing me across different timelines.”

“Hey,” you pout, and he laughs and gently squeezes your hips again. You lean forward to lay back against his chest, nose burying into his neck and nuzzling the sensitive skin there. Your warm breath raises goosebumps on his skin, and you're quick to pepper more kisses there. “I think we were snails in a past life.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks. “Why do you think that?”

You shrug, “I don’t know. Just a hunch. And you know I’m never wrong.”

“You’re right, you’ve never been wrong once in this relationship.”

You grin, “I’m so glad you know that.” One of your hands slips over to lace your fingers with his, and he’s quick to bring the bundle of hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of yours. “I think we had sleepovers in your shell.”

“I don't think that's how snails work.”

You shrug. “I think you’d make an exception for me.”

“Of course I would.” He noses at your scalp and cuddles closer for comfort, "I'll always make an exception for you."

You smile and let your eyes flutter shut, allowing the warmth of his arms surrounding you to lull you to a state of peace.

[emmyrosee]

i just woke up from a dream with karasu (and otoya but karasu first)

clingy!reader is me i am them they are me we are the same

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looking at your clock for the nth time, you whine at the newly presented time being only 2 minutes since the last time you glanced. you and tabito have your distance timing tracked down to seconds, yet for some reason he was taking more than his sweet time to get to you. your arms cross over your chest, you sway back and forth to self soothe, trying to distract yourself from the yearn clawing at your heart.

you didn’t realize “i need you now” meant “i can wait, no rush.”

you huff and squeeze yourself tighter, waiting for your boyfriend to finally come home to you.

you don’t even know why desperation surges through you, clinginess for tabito making tears sting your eyes and frustration boil your blood. you feel pathetic, and tabito is the only way to free yourself from that agony.

your phone buzzes. you nearly sob in relief.

[tabito 💙] cmere dummy

your body reacts immediately, dashing from the window and flying outside. you run as fast as your socked feet can carry you, the chill of running air hitting your cheeks as you scramble down the stairs of your apartment to run to him. when you see him in the flesh as he gets out of his car, your chest tightens with an excited heat. you watch him plop a bag onto the ground before crouching slightly and opening his arms, bracing for you.

you know he’ll steady you; you slam into his chest, arms wrapping around his neck. your face buries into him, sniffing him like a pathetic mutt excited to see its owner. his arms quickly loop around you, squeezing you close as he chuckles in your ear, “you’re so lame.”

“i love you,” you whimper, pressing as close as you can against him. he hums and presses a kiss to your head, letting you squeeze and kiss wherever you can reach. “i needed you. i missed you.”

“damn, one night without me and you’re this upset,” he teases, but his voice is laced with fondness. “you just can’t live without me, huh?”

“i love you,” you chant.

the thing you adore most about tabito, is knowing he’ll never shun or judge your big feelings- maybe a tease here and there, but never out of malice. he’ll always let you work them out, holding you close and letting his hands smooth up and down the planes of your back lovingly. he’s patient, despite his teases, even as you stand in the parking lot of your apartment.

he kisses your head again, a hand moving up to cradle the back of your head adoringly. his thumb sweetly rolls back and forth over your head, shushing you as you start to work yourself up again. “we should probably get inside- your ice cream’s gonna melt.”

“you brought me ice cream?” you ask, voice cracking with emotion.

he quirks a brow, “you think i’m an amateur? think it’s my first day here? of course i got you ice cream.”

you mewl and nod softly, parting from him hesitantly. as your body shifts from his, your hands immediately reach for his hand, lacing your fingers together and squeezing with an excitement he’s more than used to. bringing your bundle of hands together, you press a kiss to the back of his hand, eyes glimmering up at him as you stare.

he uses his free hand to grab the bag from the convenience store, nodding his head towards your apartment building, “let’s go in- kept you waiting long enough, didn’t i?”

“you did,” you sniffle. “took your sweet ass time.”

he grins.

“don’t be ungrateful, you loser.”

[emmyrosee]

Karasu Tabito is the biggest baby you’ve ever met.

The tough guy facade doesn’t work on you, it never does, and you’re left completely amused to when he likes to act bold and tough in front of his friends. You bite your tongue of course, letting him have the illusion and let his friends think as they may, when in reality, you know the truth.

“I love you more.”

“No, I love you more.”

Your thumb scrolls bored as your massive man-baby lays on top of you, his face buried into your neck and arms looped around you, squeezing you close. His hair is still damp from his shower, shaggy from lack of styling, and his words are gooey and soft as they’re mumbled against your skin.

“I think you’re the bestest baby in the history of babies,” he murmurs, and you bite your lip as your thumb swiftly moves to open your camera, eager to capture the sweet moment.

You press record and shift your other hand to card his hair, keeping him relaxed and at your mercy, “yeah? I’m the best baby?”

“The bestest baby,” he repeats. “My bestest baby who I love to kiss and cuddle.”

“You’re so cute, tabito,” you giggle.

“You’re cuter,” he argues. “My cute baby.” He presses his lips to the warm skin of your neck, and you chuckle at the way you only see his lips move like a fish in a dramatic pucker. At your intense laughter, Tabito lifts his head, color draining from his face as he registers that you’re recording him being affectionate. He immediately sits up, clears his throat and glares at you while you laugh at his expense. “I hate you so much,” he grumbles with his voice back to normal, but there’s a smirk tugging at his cheeks, hand scrubbing down his face as he avoids any and all eye contact with you. “This is why I don’t ever be cute with you, you’re always messing with me.”

You turn off the video with a giggly, “I would never,” before tossing your phone to the side and opening your arms again for him to flop into. He eyes you wearily, looking between you and your phone, but he sighs before ultimately falling back into your arms, nuzzling into your neck.

“I love you so much,” you assure.

“Are the cameras on me?” He grumbles half heartedly.

You snort, “nope. Just you, me, and the ceiling.”

“Good,” he kisses your jawline, “I love you too.”

It doesn’t surprise you that in a few short minutes, tabito is completely knocked out, snoring softly against your neck, shoulders rising and falling rhythmically in bliss.

Slowly, your hands creep to your discarded phone, one still buried and scratching at his scalp to keep him asleep, and you send the damning evidence to none other than Otoya Eita.

It wouldn’t be you if you didn’t stir the pot a little bit, after all.

SENT [ONE VIDEO ATTACHMENT]

SENT bro this your man? 🤨

loser mcgee 🚩 LMAOOOOOOOO

yo yall cuddling without me is wiiiiild

need a third??? ;)

SENT no 🩷 go eat dirt 🩷 he’s mine 🩷

loser mcgee 🚩 he’ll come crawling back to me soon enough dw 🫶🏻

[emmyrosee]

“Ugh… my head hurts…”

You whine as you flop down onto the couch, making Tabito let out the softest “oof” you’ve heard as your head collides with his lap. You groan as you bury your face into his thighs, rubbing your face against him while he grumbles something about being used as a tissue. “Im sorry your head hurts, baby,” he hums, putting down his phone and gently resting his hand on your head, thumb rubbing your temples. “How much water have you had today?”

“‘How much water have you had-‘ none,” you grumble. He laughs at you, and you hiss at the way his body shifts and tosses your head around. “I drank something. That should be enough.”

Tabito sighs, “baby, we do this once a week at least. And every time, you drink some water, take a nap, and feel better.”

“Your point?”

“Maybe,” he starts, shrugging. “You should drink some water and take a nap, then you’d feel better.”

“Will you nap with me?” You whimper.

“No. I’ve got shit to do.”

“Pleaaaaaaaaase?” You flash him the biggest set of puppy eyes you can muster, but it isn’t until you wince at the pressure of the action in your forehead that he clicks his tongue, presses a kiss to your furrowed forehead and shushes you softly, realizing the severity of your headache and pain.

“Alright, fine,” he agrees. “But you need to drink some water. That’s my condition.”

You pout and thunk your head back against him, “water’s gross.” He says your name in warning, and you groan in agony at the sheer hassle it is of drinking water, “oh my god, fine, if it gets you to cuddle me and nap with me, fucking hell.”

“Good,” he says, gently helping you sit up before passing you his water tumbler, “here. Drink.” The command is simple, and you make a massive show of wiping off the plastic straw with a grumpy face, while he chuckles and watches fondly. You take in a massive gulp of his chilly water, ice rattling around the metal from being moved. You grimace, mostly from the cold against your teeth, and he gently pets your thigh, “few more sips. Then we’ll go cuddle.”

“I hate you,” you grumble. “I don’t want to.”

“I know, I’m so mean, I’m a straight up sadist, but if you want cuddles, you gotta hold your end of the deal.”

You relent your argument, taking a few more massive gulps of his water, until it’s empty and making an ungodly rattling sound of the ice against bare straw. You wipe your mouth with your hand, passing him the water tumbler back. He takes it with a smack of his lips, “finishing it wasn’t exactly in the instructions but I’ll get some more when we get up.”

“‘Kay,” you mumble, getting up and tugging his hand with you, “I drank. Come cuddle.”

He smiles at you before standing up and stretching, “I love you. Proud of you.”

You huff and cross your arms, but you feel your cheeks burn in a shy blush as you grumble back a quiet “love you too,” as he wraps his arm around you to bring you to bed, making a pitstop to fill two tumblers of water.