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.
"but when he loves me, i feel like i'm floating" - karasu tabito
snyposis- hc of karasu as he goes from "just a friend" to the love of your life who is literally THE SWEETEST!!
based on this req!
pre-relationship!lkarasu is your ride or die friend. he's always been there and you know he always will be. he's lit your biggest hype/wingman ever. he never crossed any boundaries and made sure you were comfortable always!
but pre-relationship!karasu is just a boy at heart and yearns for your love, he frankly didn't even notice he was in love w you (surprising for someone who is perceptive). he just wanted to be around you all the time
pre-relationship!karasu who starts reading into the small things, your lingering glances, how you smile just a little bit more with him, how you somehow always happen to be accidently bumping into him. that got his gears kicking, was there a chance you liked him too?
pre-relationship!karasu who gains the courage to just fuck it and ask you out because yolo. (i love using yolo unironically)
pre-relationship!karasu who plans how to ask you out to the smallest of the details. he takes you to this star gazing spot and while you look up admiring the stars he just says it out loud, a simple "i love you" and to his suprise you just kissed him in reply. while pulling away you whispered a "took you long enough" and you both lost it giggling together like maniacs
boyfriend!karasu who watches tutorials on "how to be a good boyfriend" and "how to make sure your gf feels loved" but he doesn't need to worry about any of that because he's more than enough!
boyfriend!karasu who's always there, whether it's to gossip, get shitfaced or just sit there while you crash out.
boyfriend!karasu who always needs to be touching you, hand around your shoulder or waist, holding your hand or intertwining your fingers.
boyfriend!karasu who knows you down to the T. how you do your makeup, which side of the bed you get up from, how you like your coffee. everything you didn't even know about yourself, he knows, he just knows. and when you ask him about it he just says "boyfriends always know".
i know i've said this before but boyfriend!karasu is either the funniest person you know or with the driest humor ever known to man kind and he still makes you laugh regardless because of his delivery! sometimes you're laughing at him instead with him but he doesn't need to know that.
boyfriend!karasu trusts you ALOTTT but he doesn't trust the people around you, he's not jealous it's more being protective so you don't get uncomfortable. but that doesn't mean he doesn't get jealous at all, oh no he does but he hides it well and doesn't really act upon it that much.
when boyfriend!karasu finds out you've been wanting to go to disney land for a while he immediately started plannin the trip. he wouldn't admit it but he was excited, very excited actually.
boyfriend!karasu who made you try out every damn ride because he could, he wasn't really scared or anything nor were the rides that entertaining (he was lying to himself saying this) but seeing the joy on your face made it worth it.
boyfriend!karasu as soon as the fireworks went of, you turned towards the sky while he turned to admire you, who was awe struck by the pretty colors in the nightsky. when you turned to him with a bright smile, he felt as if some part of his inner child was healed.
yeah he really did love you and he loved being with you no matter where it was.
HAII GUYSSSS IT WAS SO FUN WRITING THIS IT TOOK ME A LITTTTLEEE TOO LONG BECAUSE IT JUST DIDN'T FEEL RIGHT BUT I HOPE THIS WAS TO YOUR LIKING @x3nafix
happy NYE, i’m sick and want karasu to take care of me. still figuring out characterization + I’ve never written for him yadda yadda.
fem!reader, no physical descriptions, mentions of having a cold + symptoms, very short and not edited properly. karasu is very loving. I liked writing this a lot, he’s fun. FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF.
“hey sweet girl, how are you feeling?”
you turn your head to look at the source of the familiar voice coming from your bedroom’s doorway. your fiancé leans against the frame holding a steaming mug and looking at you with concerned eyes.
you pout and pull the hood of your sweater over your head. okay, his sweater, but you’d argue that you co-own it. “ugh.”
karasu snorts and walks into the room, placing the mug down on your nightstand before sitting next to you and gently rubbing your knee. “at least you’re sitting up now.”
as soon as he’s within range, you lean into him and release a drawn out groan. he rolls his eyes, knowing you’re exaggerating a smidge, just as you always do when you’re not feeling well, but affectionately rubs up and down your back anyway.
he’d be a liar if he ever said he doesn’t like indulging you here and there, playing into your ploys for extra affection included.
he cups the base of your skull, massaging it slightly. “does your head still hurt?”
your face is still buried in his chest as you shake your head slightly. “no, thankfully. just my throat and some of my muscles.”
“poor thing,” he leans over slightly to pass you the mug. “I made you some tea with honey.”
“thanks, baby,” you smile up at him. “can you pass me a tissue please?”
karasu grabs one and pinches it over your nose with a teasing grin. “blow.”
you glare at him and you both know that if your arms didn’t feel limp as noodles right now, you’d snatch it away from him. since you can’t, however, you resign yourself to following his instruction.
“you sound like a goose when you do that,” he snickers, tossing the tissue in the trash.
“thanks,” you say, before taking a sip of your tea. it’s good, not scalding hot and not gross either. you’ll have to remember to make this for him when he inevitably gets sick later this week. “you should be nicer to your future wife who’s over here suffering and rotting and-“
he laughs and moves himself into bed and under the covers with you. “you’re such a big baby, ya know that?”
you place your tea back on the side table and lay down, pouting again in indignation. he follows you and cups your face in his hand. “you’re my baby, though.”
you fake gag and he shakes his head. “you love it when I get all sweet on you, don’t even try that whole act on me,” he lets you scoot closer and wraps his arms around you.
“wouldn’t have to if you hadn’t called me a goose,” you mumble, nuzzling against his neck despite your bitter tone.
karasu bites back a laugh and drags his nails through your scalp comfortingly. “I wasn’t calling you a goose, I only said you sounded like one.”
you peek up to shoot him another dirty look. “because that’s so much better. and here I thought you liked my voice.”
“I love your voice, angel, even now that it’s all gravelly and raw. but you don’t use your voice to blow your nose, now do you?”
you grumble something about logic he can’t fully make out and let silence take over for a moment.
as much as he loves teasing you, seeing you try to clear your stuffy nose and hearing your coughs breaks his heart a bit. he hates seeing you suffer- if he had it his way you’d be happy and in good spirits all the time. he wants nothing more than to baby you a bit, help you recover and lift your spirits.
he presses a kiss against your forehead. “can I get you anything else, pretty?”
you shake your head and pull him closer. “no thank you, tabito, you’ve already done so much for me today.”
he admires you and rubs his thumb under your eye for a bit. “do you want to take a nap?”
you shake your head. “I’m all napped out. I want to be able to sleep tonight.”
karasu nods and thinks for a minute. “how about a change of scenery, then?”
you blink and tilt your head. “Hm? I don’t know if I’m up to leaving the house, baby.”
“no, just to the living room. you’ve been cooped up in here all morning. do ya want to watch one of your comfort movies? the one with the dragons maybe?”
you nod, and wrap your arms around his neck. “but can you carry me? my legs feel a bit shaky.”
moments later you’re being scooped up in his arms and deposited on the couch with fluffy blankets, boxes of tissues and some snacks.
“all good, babe?” he checks in with you, looking down at your head on his chest before hitting play.
your chest blooms at how well he’s been treating you all day. how he’s always treated you, actually. you could not have asked for a better nurse to have around.
you hope you give him at least half the comfort he’s given you when it’s his turn to play patient.
this could 100% be better, however my last brain cell is working overtime trying to do a new character justice. hopefully I did alright 🥹🫶🏻
hope you enjoyed!!
and ty @emmyrosee for screaming abt karasu with me 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
Hellur, saw your post about bllk and I enjoyed it LOL, I was wondering if you could do a fluff one for Sae about how he'd plan his proposal to his beloved?? You can add the same characters you did on your first post!! Teehee
∘ a/n: im so happy that you enjoyed my writing <3 thank you for this adorable request hun! i only included 3 of the boys so ofc lmk if you'd like me to write these for some of the others too!
∘ ft: sae, barou, + karasu
∘ includes: proposals <3
Sae Itoshi
➳ when it comes to proposals, sae isnt one for huge romantic gestures
➳ he believes that matters like this should be intimate, something for just the two of you to witness
➳ sae would choose a setting that would be deeply meaningful to your relationship, making the entire proposal that much more special
...
The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange, pink, and purple. The beach was quiet, besides the rhythmic crashing of the waves against the shore. Sae had insisted on taking you here, a place that had always been special to the two of you. It was actually the place where you both said ‘I love you’ for the first time, and a place where countless evenings have been spent with just one another.
Tonight felt different, though. Sae had been quieter than usual—not unusual for him, but there was a nervous energy about him that you couldn’t quite place. As you walked along the shoreline, your feet sinking slightly into the cool, damp sand, Sae suddenly stopped. His hand, warm and steady, gently tugged at yours to make you face him.
“You know,” he began, his voice softer than the breeze, “I don’t say this enough, but you’ve changed my life in ways that I can’t begin to express.” His aquamarine eyes, always so sharp and calculating, were unusually tender as they met yours. He reached into his pocket, and your heart skipped when he pulled out a small velvet box.
“I’m not good with words, and I’ve never been great at showing how I feel. But you…” He paused, taking a deep breath as his mind raced. “You make me want to be better. For you, for us, and our future.” Sae dropped to one knee, the damp sand clinging to his jeans, but he didn’t seem to care. He opened the box, revealing a simple yet elegant ring, the kind of understated beauty that matched his taste—and yours.
“Will you marry me?” he asked, his voice steady but low, as if the weight of his emotions were grounding him. “Be with me, always.” The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of your heartbeat and the sincerity in his eyes. The setting sun cast a warm glow around him, and for a moment, he looked almost ethereal.
Your answer came easily, your voice catching with emotion as you nodded, a bright smile spreading across your face. “Yes, Sae. Always.” He wasn’t one to show too much emotion, despite the years that you’ve known him. So, seeing his walls come completely down for you in this moment was something that tugged at your heart.
Relief washed over his face, and a rare, genuine smile tugged at his lips as he slipped the ring onto your finger. Standing, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as the waves lapped at your feet.
And just like that, Sae Itoshi’s heart, once so guarded, was now entirely yours.
Shoei Barou
➳ barou would definitely want a proposal that is a bit over the top, something that truly matches the vibes of your relationship
➳ nothing he ever does is half-assed, and that’s exactly his mindset going into the planning of it all
➳ he would take you somewhere beautiful and away from home to give you the ultimate experience
...
The evening air was warm, carrying the faint scent of tropical flowers and saltwater. Barou had brought you to an island paradise, a destination that took your breath away the moment you arrived. The resort he chose was as grand as you’d expect from him—luxurious villas, infinity pools, and views that stretched endlessly over turquoise waters. But tonight, Barou had completely outdone himself.
He insisted you dress up for dinner, though he refused to say why. As the sun began to set, a private car picked you up, driving through winding coastal roads until it stopped at a secluded cliffside overlooking the ocean. A pathway lined with lanterns and petals led you to a table for two, illuminated by string lights hanging above. The view was spectacular—stars just beginning to sparkle in the darkening sky, the ocean glowing softly with the last light of the sun.
Barou was already there, waiting for you, dressed sharply in a dark suit that made him look every bit the king he always claimed to be. He didn’t say much, but the way he glanced at you, his usually intense eyes softening, made your heart race. Dinner was amazing, but you could sense he was distracted. He barely touched his food, and his fingers occasionally drummed on the table. It wasn’t like him to look so nervous and out of it.Then, as dessert was served, he stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the wooden platform, startling you a bit.
“Come here,” he said, his voice low and commanding, as he offered you his hand.
You followed him to the edge of the cliff, where the ocean stretched endlessly before you. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks filled the air, a dramatic symphony that mirrored the tension building in your chest. Barou turned to face you, his expression unreadable at first. But then, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box.
“You know me,” he began, his voice rough but steady. “I don’t like to share what’s mine. And you… you’re the only one who matters to me.” His crimson eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the fierce intensity in them made your knees weak. He dropped to one knee, his large frame somehow looking vulnerable against the vast backdrop of the ocean. Opening the box, he revealed a dazzling ring—a bold design, just like him, but beautiful in a way that made your breath hitch.
“I don’t do things halfway,” he said, his voice softer now but no less firm. “I want you by my side—forever. Be mine, please.”
The words were straightforward, even blunt, but you could hear the raw emotion laced beneath them. This was Barou—unapologetically himself, but giving you all of him at this moment.
Your eyes filled with tears as you nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes. Of course, yes.”
A rare smile broke across his face, fleeting but genuine. He stood, sliding the ring onto your finger, and pulled you into his arms with a strength that left no doubt you were his world. As the waves roared below and the stars lit up the night sky, Barou kissed you, a promise sealed in the most perfect moment.
Karasu Tabito
➳ karasu’s proposal would be one that is both well thought out yet playful
➳ his proposal would be more on the creative side, almost making it some type of game
➳ he would set it up to be like a mini treasure hunt where the prize is something that you were not expecting
...
The day started like any other adventure with Karasu – spontaneous, lively, and full of surprises. He handed you a small, hand-drawn map over breakfast, his signature playful grin lighting up his face.
“Today’s mission,” he said dramatically, “is to find the greatest treasure in the world. And no, it’s not me, though I know I’m a close second.” You rolled your eyes at his antics, but your heart fluttered with excitement. The map was detailed yet vague, with landmarks you recognized scattered across the city including the movie theater that has seen many of your dates, the park where you had your first picnic, and many more.
Each stop held a small clue — sometimes a riddle, sometimes a quirky message written in his bold handwriting. At the café, a barista handed you a folded note: "You’ve made it this far, adventurer. But can you find where our journey truly began? Hint: The world’s greatest hot chocolate awaits you."
Your heart raced as you pieced together the clues, each one leading you closer to a final destination that Karasu refused to reveal. His energy was infectious, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his over-the-top commentary every step of the way. Finally, the map led you to the park, where a secluded gazebo sat adorned with fairy lights and flowers. The setting sun bathed everything in a golden glow, and your breath caught at the sight. Karasu was already there, standing in the center with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“Congratulations!” he called, throwing his arms wide. “You’ve solved the mystery and found the treasure!”
You laughed, walking toward him. “So, what is it? Jewelry? Hopefully some food?”
He chuckled, pulling a small, intricately decorated chest from behind his back. “The real treasure is in here,” he said, his voice softer now. When he opened it, your heart stopped. Inside was a ring, a stunning piece that sparkled like the stars starting to appear in the sky.
Karasu dropped to one knee, his usual cocky demeanor giving way to something raw and genuine. “The greatest treasure isn’t in a chest or on a map,” he said, looking up at you. “It’s you. You’re my greatest adventure, my best friend, and the only person I want to annoy for the rest of my life.”
He grinned, but his voice cracked slightly as he asked, “So, will you marry me? Be my partner in crime forever?”
Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded, barely able to get the words out. “Yes! Of course, yes!”
Karasu jumped to his feet, sweeping you into his arms and spinning you around, his laughter ringing out like music. “I knew you’d say yes! Who could resist me?” he teased, though the sheer joy on his face betrayed his bravado.
As the lights twinkled around you and the stars shone overhead, you realized that life with Karasu would always be full of laughter, surprises, and love.
BLLK WRITER??? YOOOOOO DOING GOD‘S WORK KEEP IT UP!! anyways lol could i request karasu and a rivals to lovers scenario with gn!reader please and thank youuuuu
heyyy tysm ♡ i hope i can keep writing for bllk for as long as i can, because they bring me sm joy skahksjs i hope you enjoy this and tysm for requesting! also, this looks a lil more like an enemies to lovers but i hope u will accept it hehe
warnings: swearing, nothing else i think? not proofread + requests open!
karasu is someone you managed to easily hate.
every since you moved to kyoto, tabito made your life a living hell. you end up being his neighbor, your window was right across his and your mothers end up instant friends. the first time you saw him, you thought he was very attractive. the way his tall built slightly loomed over you and his skin was dripping with sweat from – you assumed – practicing. he was very attractive. but, right after you said a timid 'hello' and bowed, everything you felt for the boy went down the drain.
"ya ma', who ta fuck is this? 'm i s'posed to interact with someone this mediocre? sheesh." he yelled to his mother, pointing a finger at you. after he heard you murmur a angry 'huh?', he flicked your forehead and walked away, not even bothering to look your way again. "tch, 'm goin' back to practice."
after that, you two were always bickering. on the way to school, you would always try to push him into the street, claiming that him getting hit by a car would be a favor to society – he was stronger than you, so you only managed to gain some chuckles of pity from him. during your shared classes, sometimes he would sit behind you and poke you softly with his pens, making you swear loudly and get reprimanded by your teacher. his smirk as you got yelled at always made you want to slap him.
the perfect moment to get back at him came with a soccer match in your school.
it was a classic. your school against their biggest rival, a match that everyone would go and watch, liking soccer or not. during the whole week, tabito seemed to be relaxed. even if he wasn't bothering you that much because of his pratice, he still seemed to be taking that match lightly, as if he already won.
when the day came, you didn't even wanted to go watch the teams play. you knew that if he saw you in the crowd, karasu wouldn't let you hear the end of it and you rsther just not go through that torture. unfortunately, your friend dragged you to the field, claiming that you two had to support the team. you thought it was bullshit, but just decided to follow, what if it ends up being fun?
you two sat on the benches that were close to the field. your friend was already screaming and the players were just warming up. you were watching them with an uninterested stare, your chin resting on your palm. your eyes accidentally always end up looking at karasu and you didn't even know why. it made you scoff at yourself.
"hey." a voice next to you said and you looked at them. it was one of the "enemy" players. he smirked at you and kept on talking. "if i win this match, would'ja give me your number?"
you chuckled at the audacity of the boy standing next to you. while you were glancing at your friend – who seemed to be wanting to tell the guy to leave –, you accidentally noticed that tabito was looking your way with furrowed eyebrows and a big scowl in his face. you turned to the guy again and nodded.
"sure." you smiled sweetly. "only if you win thought!"
the boy nodded and walked away, a confident smile on his face. almost immediately after he left, a loud voice that you knew very well called out your name.
"what ta fuck did he wanted?" karasu asked, not even bothering to lower his voice.
"he asked if he could get my number if he wins." you bluntly answered, making your friend giggle a little at the small bickering that was forming between you and the boy.
to your surprise, he just clicked his tongue and walked away, mumbling something under his breath. you tried to ignore the weird feeling that started to build up on your chest as you stared at karasu. his expression seemed to get more focused now, as if he was actually motivated to win. and well... he was motivated to win. karasu seemed like a whole another guy during the match. he was ruthless and strong, he practically did all the goals in the match and he would always do a goal and look at you. everytime your eyes met, his jaw would clench softly and you could see his nostrils flare a little before he looked away. he looked almost... jealous?
after the match ended, the olayer that previously wanted your number was walking towards you, but karasu beat him to it and grabbed your wrist, dragging you away. you started to complain and struggle, but karasu ignored you, just kept on pulling you inside one of the empty halls of your school. after he made sure you two were alone, he let you go and cornered you against the wall.
"ya won't flirt with anyone else, ya hear me?" he murmured, his usual smirk wasn't on his lips. "tch, that guy pissed 'ta shit out of me."
"why?" you asked, scoffing softly. you tried to push him away, but he didn't move. "why you won't let me do whatever i want to?"
"i like ya." your eyes went wide at his sudden confession. "i like more to bother you, but i still have feelings for ya."
you were speechless. did he bothered you all this time, did he made you hate him because he liked you? you wanted to laugh at his face, but you couldn't say anything over the noise of your heart beating fastly on your heart. after you kept quiet, just staring at him with wide eyes, karasu smirked. he pressed a kiss on the tip of your nose and started to walk in the direction of the showers.
"imma take ya out later, m'kay? ya better be ready."
yeah, you still hated him, but... he could become bearable.
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
———
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.”
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 🫶🏻
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.
