#tabito karasu x reader

[kxsagi]

Hi, can i request blue lock boys (especially rin) with pear/triangle body shape girlfriend? i see a lot of hate for this body shape, sometimes i wish i was hourglass or balanced front and back T_T

“𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞)”

a/n: all my readers are so pretty that VOGUE is waiting to make them their front cover model 💋

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, niko ikki, kaiser michael, ness alexis, karasu tabito, shidou ryusei

itoshi rin

at first, he doesn’t really get why you feel insecure. like, it doesn't compute in his mind. you’re beautiful. that’s a fact. there’s no debate to be had. 

“people on the internet are stupid,” he says flatly. “they think having a personality makes you ugly too.” 

he’s the king of quiet obsession. his eyes always drift to your hips and thighs without him realizing it. when he sees you wearing something that hugs your shape, he just… stares. like, long enough for you to go “what?” 

“nothing. you look… perfect.” 

doesn’t really compliment you the typical way, but if he catches you in leggings or a tight skirt? you’re not leaving the house without him following you around like a lost puppy (with a scowl). 

the way he slips his hand into your back pocket or keeps it on your waist when walking beside you is instinct at this point. even if you’re not touching, he’s close. he’s protecting the throne. 

“if i ever hear someone make you feel bad about your body again, i’ll make them wish they were never born.” and you believe him. 

itoshi sae

“i’ve been around a lot of girls. none of them make me look twice like you do.” 

smooth with it, but real. he doesn’t say it to flatter you, he says it because it’s the truth. 

he’s a menace in private. smacks your ass and walks away like it’s a normal greeting. makes sure you feel that he loves your body. 

always encourages you to wear whatever makes you happy, but he’s never subtle when something hugs your curves. 

“that dress is cute. but it’d be a crime to wear it anywhere near other people. just saying.” 

when you voice insecurities, he gets weirdly serious. no teasing, no smugness. he cups your face and goes, “don’t talk about yourself like that. you’re more than enough. i’m proud to have you next to me.” 

makes it known to everyone that you’re his. arm around your hip. lips on your neck. if people weren’t jealous before, they are now. 

isagi yoichi

the sweetest boy with the most intense inner monologue. like he sees you in yoga pants and he’s malfunctioning internally. 

“why is she so pretty. how is this real. should i say something. no, i’ll sound like a perv–” 

but when you’re sad about your body, his voice is calm and sincere. 

“you’re not supposed to look like anyone else. you’re supposed to look like you. and you look amazing.” 

1000% obsessed with your thighs. loves when you sit in his lap. cuddles you with his arms around your waist like he’s trying to fuse souls. 

he gets SO proud when you wear something a little more form-fitting. blushes and beams at you like you just won the world cup. 

“i hope you know i’m gonna be staring at you all day now.” 

encourages you gently, lovingly, and constantly. you’re his goddess. his perfect girl. no notes. 

bachira meguru

he ADORES your shape. like to the point where he draws lil cartoon versions of you with big sparkly hips and a speech bubble saying “bachira’s wifey ♡” 

“you look like a heart! a sexy, beautiful heart!” 

zero shame about simping. he literally bows down to you when you wear anything tight or short. 

loves picking you up and spinning you around. calls you his “softie queen” and “curvy cutie.” 

if anyone makes you feel bad about your body, he gets real serious. eyes dark. voice low. “you don’t talk to my girl like that. ever.” 

cuddles = thighs. if he’s not hugging them, he’s laying on them, kissing them, or tracing shapes into them. 

“you’re squishy and warm and strong. the perfect combo. like a battle mochi.” 

chaos boyfriend but he worships you with every atom in his body. 

nagi seishiro

doesn’t understand societal standards. all he knows is: you = hot. 

“you’re pretty and comfy. that’s all that matters to me.” 

uses your thighs as a pillow. refuses to use anything else. makes an annoyed noise when you get up. “c’mon, lemme live.” 

holds your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder when you’re cooking or standing still. just stands there. vibing. 

compliments you without even meaning to: “that outfit’s doing things to me.” and you’re like ??? 

absolutely has a folder in his phone of you looking hot without even knowing it. 

if someone dares to insult you, he just says “who even are you?” with the most judgmental face. 

doesn’t say it often but when he does, it hits hard: “i love the way you are. don’t change it, ‘kay?” 

mikage reo

hype man x sugar daddy x obsessed bf combo. 

sees you walk out in something tight and goes “oh, you’re trying to kill me. cool, cool (please step on me).”  

takes you shopping and refuses to let you downplay how you look. “that top? with those hips? unfair. we’re buying it.” 

constantly sneaks pics of you when you’re not looking and saves them to a secret “goddess” album on his phone. 

calls you “art.” like not in a cheesy way. in a stunned, reverent kind of way. 

“if you were in a museum, i’d stand there all day.” 

if you ever call yourself “disproportionate,” he’ll pout and go “nah, you’re exactly my type. the perfect kind of unbalanced.” 

niko ikki

shy about how much he loves your body, but you can tell. he lingers when you change. blushes when you stretch. stares a lot. 

super cuddly when he’s in the mood. loves burying his face in your thighs and groaning like “why are you built like heaven…” 

gives you gentle, steady compliments. he’s not flashy, but you’ll hear “you’re beautiful” at least once a day. 

“don’t let anyone’s opinion shrink the way you carry yourself. you’re worth more than that.” 

gets genuinely mad if you criticize your looks. “don’t say that. it’s not true. not to me.” 

quiet lover, loud thoughts. and all those thoughts are: “she’s so hot. how did i get her. i’m never letting go.” 

kaiser michael

dramatic. extravagant. OBSESSED. 

you say “my hips are too big” and he scoffs like “too big? darling, they’re glorious.” 

literally bows down to you sometimes just for the bit. 

“you are a divine creature sent to torment mere mortals like me.” 

shamelessly posts you on his story like “this is what perfection looks like. cry about it.” 

buys you designer clothes custom-tailored to your measurements because “off-the-rack can’t handle royalty.” 

if anyone talks bad about you? he will make it his life’s mission to ruin them. 

also just... can’t stop touching you. hand on your hip, waist, thigh, he needs to be in contact with you 24/7. 

“i am your #1 worshipper. now turn around and lemme admire the masterpiece again.” 

ness alexis

soft. sweet. just wants to make you feel loved 24/7. 

“you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.” he says it so casually, like it’s just a truth he knows. 

draws hearts on your thighs with his finger when you cuddle. 

makes playlists for you titled “pretty girl vibes” and “curvy angel energy.” 

compliments your shape every time you’re out. “you’re gonna break necks today, pretty.” 

if you start picking at your appearance, he gently hugs you and goes “you’re perfect just like this. i mean it.” 

soft kisses all over your waist and hips. just lets you know you’re cherished. 

karasu tabito

“pear-shaped?” he repeats when you mention it. raises a brow, leans in. “you say that like it’s a bad thing.” 

has that quiet, cocky energy. doesn’t outright say he’s obsessed, but the way his eyes trail after you? he’s not subtle. 

loves it when you walk ahead of him just so he can enjoy the view. 

“i should’ve been born as the ground beneath your hips. tragic.” 

if you ever say something like “i wish i had more balance” he hums, shrugs, and goes, “nah. people with ‘balanced’ bodies cry when they see you. stay unique, babe.” 

he’s sarcastic, but dead serious when it counts. catches you spiraling? he hooks a finger under your chin, pulls you close and says, “i like every part of you. but your hips? yeah. they’re my favorite.” 

sits you in his lap and spreads his legs so you’re molded perfectly to him. 

uses every excuse to touch your waist when he talks to you. you think it’s casual until you realize he’s lowkey feeling you up. 

gets dangerously smug if someone tries to flirt with you. “yeah, those hips don’t lie. and they don’t lie with you either. move along.” 

and when it’s just the two of you? he murmurs in your ear, slow and warm: “i love your body. not in spite of anything. just as it is. so don’t hide it, alright?”

shidou ryusei

actual feral dog. pear-shaped body? he's on his knees. 

“the gods were crazy for building you like that.” 

smacks your ass constantly. unapologetically. might get banned from public places for it. 

if you say anything self-deprecating, he shuts it down IMMEDIATELY: “nah, shut that shit up. you’re the hottest thing walking. and you’re mine. end of story.” 

gets possessive real fast. someone stares too long? “the fuck are you lookin’ at? go find your own body goals.” 

also incredibly sweet when you need him to be. strokes your sides, kisses your thighs, murmurs “this body? it’s home, baby.” 

he’d start fights in your honor without hesitation. 

you’re his ideal type, no competition. thick thighs, hips for days? "i'm ready to die happy." 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[h3rmess]

WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?

Written by @h3rmess ✰

25) - XOXO

Was he made of money? Karasu had taken you to an amazing seafood restaurant, where you ate until you were filled with contentment. He enjoyed watching you eat, finding it attractive that you weren’t afraid to devour a meal with him.

His heart rate is at an all time high as he takes you down to the beach. For one, because he despises the water and is fearful that he may be whisked away into the ocean at any given moment - but the second reason is one that you are minutely aware of.

He’s embarrassed - the way he has not been able to keep up his usual snarky façade around you has made him feel slightly insecure. Nonetheless, he keeps up with his occasional comments and teasing, attempting to hide the fact that he is not at ease in his mind.

‘How’s this gonna play out?’ ‘Would it be weird if I asked her now?’ His mind races, his grip around your hand slipping ever so slightly, but enough for you to notice.

The two of you had been walking in a comfortable silence for the past few minutes, but it’s easy to identify when Karasu isn’t acting like himself.

“Are you okay? You’ve been zoning out a lot.” You question, wondering if he is uninterested.

His head immediately snaps in your direction, startling you. “Oh, I’m fine. Do you want ice cream?” His smile is convincing. You nod. He leads you towards a stall further away from the sea, allowing him to relax a little. He’s still very tense, however.

You both decide to stick to a soft serve vanilla ice cream. Karasu gets his in a cup, and you get yours in a waffle cone.

You both find a bench and take a seat. The sun is setting now, casting a beautiful gradient of colours onto the ever-moving sea. He tries his very best to keep his composure as he watches you eat your ice cream, seeing the joy you display from such a simple act. He can’t keep his eyes off of your lips.

“Karasu?” You tap his shoulder, noticing his eyes focusing once more and moving up to meet yours. He just hums, waiting for you to speak. You furrow your eyebrows as you lick your ice cream once more. Karasu instantaneously looks down at your lips, his gaze falling upon the small portion of ice cream that had not successfully reached your mouth. He pecks your lips - almost instinctively - pulling back with wide eyes. He turns his body away from you, fully facing forward, his jaw still slackened as he reaches up to cover his mouth out of bewilderment. It was an impulsive move that he had made - he didn’t intend to do that ; not so soon anyway.

His cheeks redden, his face turning completely away from yours. He is in disbelief. You, on the other hand, are trying your best not to scream. Did he seriously just…

You glance at the not-so-inviting sight of the back of his head. “Karasu…?” You whisper, as not to startle him.

“I… err… I didn’t mean to- I don’t know what I was thinking. Sorry.” He’s still not facing you. You hold back your laughter. It’s nice to see Karasu flustered for a change.

You approach him, kissing the visible part of his cheek tenderly. Suddenly, the rush of confidence you had dissipates, and you turn your body forward entirely, looking at the beach once more.

The situation is beyond awkward - the two of you not daring to do so much as breathe too loudly. Karasu realises that the situation won’t progress unless he makes an effort to set his feeling out for you to see.

“The flowers weren’t a friendly gesture. More of a… romantic one.” He looks in the same direction as you, his hands shaking but pressed into two fists.

Before he can continue, you interrupt him, whispering, “I know.”

You proceed, “You’ve known that I’ve had a crush on you this whole time, but you were never weird about it. I really appreciate that.”

He turns, looking at you after what feels like an eternity, “Just wanted ya to know that I reciprocate those feelings. I wasn’t sure how to go about it, though.” He confesses and your heart feels as if it’s about to stop beating right then and there.

All you can do is laugh. Nothing else manifests other than a hearty giggle that feels like it’s been compressed and hidden within the depths of your soul from the moment you laid eyes on him in that tik tok video.

“What’re ya laughing at?” He queries, suppressing his own laughter. You shake your head as if to deny that you are laughing at him.

He takes hold of your hand, suddenly seeming much more relaxed than he was previously. You’re ecstatic - beyond pleased with the outcome.

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[dangopango00]

GIVE HIM SOME ATTENTION

What does he do when he wants some attention?

BLLK x S/O!GN Reader

Characters: Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, Kunigami (Pre&Post WC), Gagamaru, Rin, Nanase, Sae, Shidou, Barou, Sendou, Nagi, Reo, Oliver, Otoya, Karasu, Yukimiya, Hiori, Kurona, Zantetsu, Raichi, Aryu, Kiyora, Kaiser, Ness (In that order)

CW: Suggestive as hell in Aiku & Otoya’s parts, A little angsty in Shidou, Reo & Ness parts

A/N: Idk all of them toooooo well but they’re all interesting to me so I’d like to try also I excluded some people who are irrelevant in my mindscape (i'm so sorry) (Nagi is honestly lucky to be here with the flopism he has been displaying smh) Gagamaru my goat ntm on him also added Zantetsu in honor of him finally getting his cover art

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Yoichi Isagi

I think if he’s craving attention he’d probably be a bit hesitant because it's embarrassing for him to ask (since he likes a lot of attention so he’d be asking all day LOL). In order to save himself the embarrassment he’ll usually just hold your hand and give you a serious look– if he can muster that (sometimes if he’s feeling shy he’ll just put his hand on yours while looking away). Well when he does look at you he thinks he’s giving you a serious look but surely all you see is him giving you puppy eyes.

Meguru Bachira

Oh if he’s craving attention YOU WILL KNOW. He’d probably cling to you as if you were a missing part of his body he was trying to reconnect. He’ll hug your arm or pepper you in kisses and he’ll seem way happier than usual because he’s just so glad to be around you. He’s a bit ridonkulous he might even jump on you, making you both collapse to the floor, or if you’re in a place with a hard floor he’ll instead pull you towards him and squeeze you like a giant teddy bear.

Hyoma Chigiri

He’s a bit tricky honestly. He has a good amount of pride so he doesn’t like to seem too clingy but that doesn’t mean he’ll back down if he feels like he’s being neglected. If he wants attention he’ll try to make you the one who’s embarrassed and craving attention by flirting subtly though incessantly. He’ll wrap his arm around you and lightly ghost his thumb over your skin or even ‘innocently’ kiss your jawline and then just as quickly as he started, he’ll stop and go back to whatever he was doing before so you’re the one asking for attention from him now.

Rensuke Kunigami (PRE Wild Card)

Honestly? Upstanding young man ass dude he’ll probably just start giving you attention until you reciprocate. He’s stubborn too so you know he won’t stop until you give in unless you’re seriously not in the mood for whatever reason. He’ll sneak up behind you and hug you and start kissing up your neck; eventually turn your head so he can kiss you on the lips if you’re willing to indulge him. The kind of guy who’d just lay up in your arms and gently lay you down with him after a long day.

Rensuke Kunigami (POST WC)

Ok I know he SEEMS insanely different but tbh I don’t think he’d change all that much. He’s probably a little bit more socially awkward because for a while all he’s done is train with little social interaction. When he wants attention, I think he’d likely use the same tactic but in a different way. He’d probably nip your neck or shoulder (not painfully; he is trying to be playful) and when it gets your attention, he’d start to pepper you in kisses or lay his head down on your shoulder if it's been a long day.

Gin Gagamaru

I don’t have a great grasp on this guy (despite being one of my goats 🥹) but I think he’d probably have like mannerisms for it like pointing at where he wants to be kissed and kisses you back when you oblige him. He also seems like the kind of guy who’d bring you something from his journeys in the wilderness as like a homemade gift and hopes you’ll give him the attention he seeks in return (you can definitely tell because he just stares at you as you open the gift, hoping you like it and then continues to stare expectantly when you do like it)

Rin Itoshi

Imo if Rin decided to get into a relationship with someone he’d dedicate himself to them just as he does soccer because he wouldn’t want them to be hurt the way he was hurt (someone you love acting coldly towards you) but he doesn’t really know how without cringing. SO his way of asking for attention would be somewhat sweet although awkward. I think he would likely try to do some semi romantic gesture like laying his head on your shoulder/in your lap (although he’s pretty tense) or just making general contact like touching knees or brushing fingers together and will absolutely WHIP his head away if you look at him.

Nijiro Nanase

Nanase is just a guy; another upstanding young man. I think he would probably flatter you if he wanted attention. He’ll probably start talking about the things he likes about you and how much he loves you, giving you a kiss on the cheek along with his praise as well. He is very aware of the fact that you think he’s the cutest thing to hit planet Earth and he will use it to his advantage!! Of course, he means what he says but if saying it out loud will get him covered in kisses he’ll say as much as you want because he’s never gonna run out of things to say.

Sae Itoshi

This guy… Is a real piece of work but, like his brother, I think if he’s willing to get into a relationship then that means he's willing to put in the effort but doesn’t know how, although he respects you a ton. If he’s craving attention I don’t think he’ll even realize it; he’ll just get really irritated when you aren’t around and when you are around he’ll stare you down so hard he could burn a hole through you but the fact that he doesn’t even look angry is what tips you off to what he wants. The look in his eyes isn’t insanely soft but it's not a hard stare either, he looks like he's daydreaming or zoning out tbh.

Ryusei Shidou

If Sae is a piece of work this dude is a whole project. It’s easy to say he’s like Bachira, which he is during the day, but I think it’d be more interesting to talk about him during the night. When the day comes to an end he said he “becomes nothing” so I think it would be the number one time where he craves attention and validation that he exists and you’re really there. It’s a somewhat vulnerable time for him but he plays it off like he’s just his usual clingy self and probably places himself in front of you at any opportunity. Looking down? He’ll lay on your lap. Facing forward? Well here he is in front of you. And by the time it’s finally time for bed he's completely wrapped his body around yours.

Shoei Barou

It’s kind of hard to imagine how he’d show affection in a relationship buttt I think similar to Kunigami, I think he would just give you attention until you give in. However, I think Barou is probably a bit more aggressive about it and he’d probably go up to you and kiss you, then pull away just enough to await your next move. If you take too long to decide though he’ll start kissing around your face: on your nose, your forehead, etc. He’s pretty bold but he is a tiny bit embarrassed/hesitant when it comes to feeling ‘soft’ with you so he’ll kiss you to distract himself from it.

Shuto Sendou

This guy is peak loserboy activity whew he is a huge sucker for being spoiled so he wants attention OFTEN. I think he probably just stands really close to you and complains about how his day was soooooo horrible and how he worked so hard but if being standoffish isn’t working he holds onto your waist for dear life or plops himself on your lap and hugs you, waiting for attention when he gets desperate. If he’s super desperate he’ll start kissing around your neck and complain even more. He even starts to say how betrayed he feels at how easily you’re ignoring his woes.

Seishiro Nagi

He’s pretty efficient in the way he shows he wants attention. Since he’s the spoiled type he’ll usually try to get your attention the normal way first: acting cute and laying his head on your shoulder or on your lap while he plays his game (he is expecting you to play with his hair) but if you don’t he’ll honestly be confused at first because he’s usually given whatever he wants. At first he’ll try to put your hand on his head but if you keep taking it away he’ll make you lay down with him and literally try to immobilize you by putting all his weight on your body; will even pretend to be asleep if you protest.

Reo Mikage

He’s a lot bit codependent so if he’s feeling neglected he’ll do everything he can to get your attention. He’ll usually shower you in gifts and/or take you on a romantic date. He’ll plan out a whole ass day of pampering just because he wants some attention. Please remind him he doesn’t need to do. All that. Because he often feels a bit useless if he doesn’t have time to do that. Not only does he feel useless but he’s somehow convinced himself subconsciously that he doesn’t really deserve your attention if he hasn’t done anything for you.

Oliver Aiku

If he wants attention from you, he’ll give you an insane amount of attention. Unlike Kunigami and Barou, he’s very forward and will text you, showering you with sweet words while he’s on his way to yours and when he gets there, he’s practically already all over you. He’s going on about how much he loves you and how he missed you so much all while kissing you wherever he can reach you. Tbh if he's craving attention, he probably just wants to have sex since he’s not a very clingy guy so he's probably already backing you into a wall and trying to undress you.

Eita Otoya

Honestly his appeal to others is usually him being the “cold but caring” type so, like Aiku, he’d probably text you before getting to yours but it’d be even more bare bones like, “i miss you” or “can I see u” even if he DOES genuinely like you he doesn’t really think deeply about his feelings and impulsively texts you when he wants attention. Unlike Aiku, he is a clingy guy and if he’s really desperate for attention he’ll still escalate it to sex if he can; just slower. Probably wants to lay his face in your chest or lap and makeout.

Tabito Karasu

Oh this smartass. He’s probably similar to Hyoma in the fact that he makes sure it's you who wants his attention by pampering you one minute and acting like nothing happened the next. However he does tend to like smart people so if you’re smart enough to see through his hot-and-cold act he’ll eventually hold you and hide his face in your chest, admitting defeat but he’d still be smiling because either way he wins. He’s already got you and he won't let go until you fill the quota of kisses you owe him.

Kenyu Yukimiya

He’s the type to feel a bit embarrassed about wanting attention at first but will be more forward if you don’t pick up on his subtle hints. His hints include sneaking glances at you or holding your hand whenever he gets the opportunity. He’s honestly pretty charismatic so I think that when being more forward he would probably kiss your hand and help you with anything you may need to get done or finish anything he may need to do so that you can completely focus on each other when there’s nothing left.

Yo Hiori

Honestly craving attention is a somewhat rare occurrence for him so it's a bit embarrassing, especially since you two are used to kinda doing your own thing. Probably gives you little ‘hints’ like starting off by asking if you want to play a game with him as an excuse to get you close to him. Another hint would likely be him invading your bubble whether it be by scooting close to you or hooking his leg over yours a bit or whatever it may be. If you still aren’t getting it he probably says something that tips you off while looking directly at you or glancing at you like, “Do you mind me being clingy?” or something along those lines.

Ranze Kurona

He’s such a sweetie he probably braids your hair if it's long enough (if it’s short he’ll still try a root braid if you want but he’s not very good at it). If not he’ll usually get you both stickers to mess around with, putting some on your face, others on various items and sometimes you put them in random hidden places as a nice surprise when you find them again. Typically this is enough to get the attention he’s looking for, but if you’re teasing him or simply forgot, he’ll lightly nip your shoulder or lightly graze his teeth over your shoulder (Since you two got together you have definitely encouraged him to be comfortable with his teeth around you)

Zantetsu Tsurugi

This guy often tries to be something he’s not so he’d probably try to do a bunch of romantic gestures that aren’t his style. Knowing him he’d probably put together some poems. They aren’t very good but it IS very sweet and he’d keep doing this for a while until the poems start to sound the same and he starts to get frustrated. He’d try learning an instrument, impressing you with his knowledge on a subject you like etc. until eventually he would just force himself to suck it up and ask you for attention outright and just straight up admit how much you mean to him because all these other things are draining and they aren’t him.

Jingo Raichi

He’s another guy who finds it a bit embarrassing to be ‘soft’ so when craving attention he’ll often ‘starve’ himself of it. Usually you’re the one who has to give him attention but if you haven’t for whatever reason then he’ll be angrier than usual that day with his teammates. He’ll probably give up by the time he gets home and just crashes into you grumbling about how his day has been SO unsexy. Probably won’t let you go until he falls asleep tbh and even then he still has a pretty good grip on you.

Jyubei Aryu

When he wants attention Aryu would probably start flaunting his beauty, pushing his hair back, striking poses, modeling clothes for you, whatever stylish thing he can think of– he will do it and then glance over at you to make sure you were paying attention. If that doesn’t work then he’d have you do some stylish things like he might have you try on some clothes he bought you or ask you to style his hair because he is “lacking inspiration” (He actually just knows you like playing with his hair smh)

Jin Kiyora

This dude is a freak, it's a lot bit funny. When he wants attention he probably asks you to watch a movie with him (You’re already suspicious that he didn’t put on Fight Club for the umpteenth time or another action movie). He honestly put it on as background noise and thought it looked boring so he’d probably just tell you to lay down with him and lightly kiss you until you get the picture (Spoil him). Can and WILL turn the movie off and hide the remote if you neglect him smh (He will not enjoy the returned energy next time he wants to watch fight club so for both of your sakes just give him some kisses).

Michael Kaiser

Complicated individual, rightfully so. If he wants attention he’d simply demand it. Bye. He would likely just pull you towards him without any further commentary, he might even look a bit annoyed. If you didn’t know him you’d think he was in a bad mood and upset with you but you know how he gets. However, he’s more clear when it’s been a long day and he’s feeling a bit beat down or unsure of himself. He’d just shove his face into your back or your midsection and let you play with his hair as he conks theee fuck out.

Alexis Ness

Another complicated individual whew. What is up with these codependent purple dudes who found the worst possible person to depend on? Ness has yet to find a relationship where he is properly loved and not essentially abandoned so if he feels like you’re slipping away he’ll panic and do everything in his power to convince you to keep him around. He needs a lot of reassurance tbh and spends a lot of his time in your arms. When he’s craving attention he’ll usually just be sulking around all day like a sad wet cat. Every now and again he turns to look at you wistfully and walks past very slowly like that damn homeless ant. Show him some love he needs it now more than ever ayayayay.

[definitelynotanalien]

Blue Lock guys after pound town (the trend yk)

feat: Hyoma Chigiri, Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Tabito Karasu, Reo Mikage

tw: mentions of sex, slurs

Inspired by this post by @captainshindo

pound town, supposedly the closest a person could get to another.

Perhaps because of the use of sexual organs, or the physical action of being inside another, or even because of the pleasure that could result from the experience.

Who wouldn’t want to gain that pleasure, no matter how short term it was? 

You.

The answer was you.

Currently you’re sitting at some nowhere diner, eating the greasy fries whilst you lean on the side of the booth. Opposing you is Hyoma Chigiri, one of the star players for the Manshine’s team, and your boyfriend. 

He’s sipping his cola, stealing a fry from you every once in a while, despite your objections, afterall this is supposed to be your treat after being subjected to the butral rounds he put you through. Your legs clench at the thought.

Hyoma is watching you with an eager glint in his eyes, his composure steady, barely changing aside from an occasional vibration or two.

The pair of you had just finished a rather intense round, and decided to go out for fast food instead of just ordering take out like normal people.

You’re practically trembling, struggling to keep up any facade of normalcy as you painstakingly retrieve a small fry.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Hyoma interjects your thoughts with a small smirk, taking his half eaten french fry and dipping it into the sauce before plopping it into his mouth.

You glare at him, completely deadpan. “I can barely walk right now.”

Hyoma laughs, covering his mouth with a hand as he delightedly looks at your face. 

“Skill issue.” He comments.

You drop a fry. 

“We’re never fucking again.” You say, shaking your head smoothly. 

Hyoma gapes, his pretty swollen pink lips separating for a moment in mock offense.

He knows you don’t actually mean it, you’re just using it as a playful way to tease the boy, even if you were serious he knows you’ll come back to him sooner or later.

“But you like it soo much~” He teases, putting his arm over the table to nudge your shoulder, making you lose the support of the booth chair

You don’t bother to give him a response.

Michael Kaiser stares at you with a victorious glint as he takes a bite of his burger. 

You’re sitting in front of him, leaning your head back and staring up at the ceiling as you contemplate life, and as you struggle to even pick up your own burger, let alone eat any of it.

His blond hair is fluffed up ever so slightly more than usual, it’s not as bad as his bed head, but it looks the same as it does after a competitive match. 

You’re struggling to keep your composure, switching between trying to eat and staring at the ceiling, you hear a snicker.

“Talk so big yet you can’t take it?” He remarks, it’s posed as a question and yet it sounds more like an observation.

You shake your head, and choose to smash it against the table in front of you, narrowly avoiding your plate.

You groan, “Not when I’m taking so big.”

Michael chokes on his water, a rare moment of shock.

Then he returns to his usual cocky persona, leaning his head on his hand. “You really shouldn’t say that in public, liebling, it makes me want to do it again.”

Michael takes another large bite of his burger, practically unhinging his jaw. He wipes off any remaining sauce with a tissue.

“There is no next time.” You respond, lifting your head off the table and weakly attempting to eat some of your treat.

He laughs, it’s twisted and much too confident for his own good, yet for some reason it makes him seem even more endearing as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Don’t lie, we both know you can’t resist me.” Michael teases, twirling a strand of his blond-blue locks with a finger, he makes a crude scissoring gesture as he splits the piece of hair in half, it makes you flush.

You smash your head into the table again, having officially given up.

The pink haired man sitting in front of you narrows his eyes, twirling the metal straw that leads to his beverage as Sae Itoshi calmly looks over your appearance.

The two of you are sat in Sae’s apartment, a bag of fast food pushed to the side of his marble countertops as you lean on his kitchen’s island.

Sae regards you with a judgemental glance, looking over your disheveled appearance as he comments, “You know those aren’t good for you?”

You pause, a couple of french fries in hand. You begin to slowly guide them towards your mouth, eating them with careful consideration.

“I don’t care.” You respond, shrugging as your partner glares down at you.

Sae looks like an angry porcupine as he crosses his arms. He takes a tentative sip from his glass of ice cold water, and he contemplates forcing you to eat something actually healthy, although he doubts it would go over well with you.

“Don’t come crying to me later, then.” He turns away from you, as if about to walk off, then he turns back towards you to make another point. “You know-“

You cut him off, “Shut up.”

He raises his eyebrows, and lightly flicks your forehead. You make an over exaggerated groan at the movement, and Sae smirks.

“Stop being pissy, I’m just telling the truth.” He says bluntly, a subtle glimmer of affection in his eyes.

You reach to take another fry, and Sae lightly swats your hand, you glare. He already bought it, so why wasn’t he letting you eat it.

“If you keep at it, you’ll never get to hit this again.” You declare, shaking your head slowly.

Sae pauses, tilting his head to the side and staring at you with blank eyes, “Hit this…?” he asks, wrinkling his eyebrows. 

You forgot that Sae is chronically offline.

“Nevermind.”

A warm smell fills the air, and a sizzling sound ceases. You’re sitting at your dining room table, leaning back and facing your face to the ceiling. 

Tabito Karasu sets a plate, and some chopsticks in front of you. He grabs a few other dishes from the kitchen, his hair floppy and free from hair wax. It’s a domestic scene, especially since you’ve just been brutally railed, and you’re enjoying it.

Every so often your thighs shake from the previous overstimulation, and as it happens when Tabito sets the final dish on the table, he flashes you his signature grin.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You deflect, gripping your chair and pulling it closer to the table.

Tabito laughs crisply, it’s warm and inviting, you want to hear it over and over again. 

“Like what?” He asks, leaning towards you ever so slightly. 

You feel your cheeks start to warm as he runs a hand through his hair, his beautiful hair wax free hair.

You hesitate to place anything on your plate, worried that you’ll struggle to use the chopsticks he so nicely face you, as your hands tremble.

Tabito notices. He picks up some food and starts to place it onto your plate, giving you generous amounts. “Next time I’ll go easier.” 

You pause, flustered. Tabito finishes giving you food, and goes into the kitchen to grab a knife, fork, and spoon just in case. He places them onto the table, so you can use them if you can’t use chopsticks anymore.

Your heart swells, and you’re delighted by the fact that this man is your boyfriend, especially when you dig in and taste a delicious home cooked meal.

“What makes you think there will be a next time?” You comment in between bites, with a small smile.

He stares down at you, and smirks.

Reo Mikage looks down at you pitifully, as if begging you not to do this.

It’s late, and you’re surprisingly hungry after quite a few rounds, of course Reo isn’t, considering how desperate he was eating you earlier.

You’re laying in bed, and scrolling through a delivery app on your phone, Reo sits up next to you, looking at your phone.

“You realise I have private chefs?” He comments, running his fingers through your freshly washed hair with a gentle smile.

You tap your order into the delivery app, choosing to buy from a quick and easy fast food place. 

“It’s too late to call on them.” You rebutt his comment, clicking onto the pay section of the app.

Reo sighs, stretching his arms up and shuffling towards the edge of the bed. He starts to try to leave the warmth of the bed, but you wrap your quivering legs around him.

He grins, “I can make you something myself.”, Reo behind to squirm his way out of your legs and bed. Unfortunately your legs seem to have lost the strength they possessed during your earlier endeavours.

You groan, tossing your phone to the side and grabbing Reo’s torso with your hands. 

“I want fast food.” You demand, holding onto him tightly and using all your body weight to make him stay. It’s a helpless thing, as your boyfriend is incredibly strong due to his time in Manshine and his job as a professional footballer, but nevertheless!

Reo groans, “But it’s rather… unhealthy and greasy.” he explains, still ready to leave the bed to make you something. If he does, you’re sure you’ll kill him.

You smirk, a mischievous idea on your mind, and you pull yourself towards your boyfriend to kiss him right next to his mouth.

“Like you.” You say, pushing away from him. 

Reo rolls his eyes, and stays in bed, shuffling towards the middle once more.

“I despise that comparison.” 

[etherealrin]

♫⋆ ₊˚ toxic til the end!

call us what we are, toxic from the start...toxic!boyfriends ft. karasu tabito, michael kaiser, nagi seishiro, and itoshi rin.

tw: toxic behavior (duh), mentions of violence (kaiser), foul language

notes: fem reader! part 2 + part 3 for rin!

karasu sees green the instant he catches you with any other guy; heck he even cares which girls you hang around. it's a pitfall of his, he doesn't see himself as enough, just the average joe, so he doesn't trust that you love him enough, that you'll stick with him. hell, you should've taken the first warning—when he was upset that you were with your male cousin and his friends even before you two began dating. and now? it's tenfold worse, you can't do anything without his approval.

karasu thrusts his phone into your line of sight, eyes cold.

"care to explain, sweetheart?" but there's no trace of sugar in his honey-like words. you peer at the screen, confused.

"it's a picture of me...and my friend...at his birthday party?" you're confused at what he wants you to say, was it not obvious by the stupid little silver party hats atop both your heads in that digital camera shot?

"so? why're you posted alone with him?" tabito scoffs. "who is this guy anyway, why've i never seen or heard of him?"

"he's a friend of my parents, and we only ever see each other occasionally. i was only really invited because-"

"you're alone. with him."

"he took a solo shot with everyone, tabito! it was his damn birthday!" you're exasperated already. karasu was always a bit odd with who you were with when he wasn't there, and he seemed to recently have taken up stalking your socials and anyone who was connected to you. it's almost as if he was trying to catch you with somebody else in that way, and it hurt. did he not believe it when you told him that you loved him every morning and night? and this wasn't even near the first time, no, he had been questioning everyone you interacted with since a few weeks after you'd started dating, and although it had been almost a year by now, he seemed to grow more persistent if anything.

karasu reads your expression in a heartbeat, and he knows. if he doesn't act now, you'll slip far away from him. so he forces up a smile, murmurs an apology, and kisses you, distracting you from your worries. it's why you can never bring yourself to break up with him, he knows exactly how to play you into the palm of his hand. you think you're in love, even if your boyfriend is a bit twisted: jealous and possessive.

michael kaiser loves you. that's a fact, set in stone so clearly that you wonder why you doubt him. even if he snaps at you, even if he picks fights for no reason, even if he nearly slaps you, it's all out of love, right?

the day he breaks you is a frigid and rainy, afternoon. you're over at his place, fussing over michael because he's been coughing quite a bit, believing him to have caught some kind of cold.

"what are you doing?" he hisses, watching you mess around his forehead, hands pressed to it.

"checking to see if you're sick," you reply, frowning slightly, the concern evident on your face. he was a bit warm, but not enough to warrant a fever. "mihya, you should wear a thicker jacket or something before going out-"

"the fuck you are, my mom or something? i've practically lived on the streets since birth, i can take care of myself." he interjects, swatting your hand away like your presence was akin to a pesky bug's.

"i-i just wanted to..." you feel so small against him.

"to what?" his tone is dangerous now, eyes gleaming with an anger you've come to fear. had you caught him in a bad mood? you can't fight the tears slowly precipitating in your eyes, and when michael sees this he only makes it worse.

"and now you're crying? the fuck is this, you trying to make yourself the victim here?" his blonde locks in your vision blur, the teardrops now a steady waterfall leaking away. the room walls suddenly feel too white, like they're closing in on you, and oh, you might just suffocate if you don't get out of the damn room right now. every time, you tell yourself it's the last you allow him to mistreat you like this; you try to believe you're tired of him. so you storm out his front door wordlessly, back turned, and he waits until you're outside in the pouring rain before he allows his facade to fall, lips twisting into a scowl.

you're blubbering in the rain like an idiot on a phone call to your best friend, without an umbrella and now hopelessly drenched. she swears up and down that it's not normal for your boyfriend to act like this, you should leave him for good this time. and you're almost ready to believe her and cut yourself loose, almost.

kaiser picks the perfect time to show up, holding a black umbrella over the both of you. before he can ask who you're calling, you've already hung up, refusing to meet his piercing gaze.

"hey," he says softly, his demeanor a full 360 from how he was acting minutes before. "i'm sorry, liebe. i went too far, huh?" cold, slender fingers tilting your chin up, forcing you to look.

you just sniffle, averting his stare and still juggling the idea of leaving him. but it's futile, as if he can read your mind, because he says "i swear i won't do that again. don't leave me, please." and his tone is oh so heartbreaking now that you can't not look at him. that's the mistake which seals your demise because when you see his eyes, you're a lost cause under his spell.

"m'sorry," you mutter, as if you have anything to apologize for. he merely nods.

"i love you," michael whispers, and you hate that you actually believe him. he's just so manipulative, and you've developed a taste for his sweet venom.

nagi genuinely doesn't lift a finger some days. being with him is so tiring, so much work, on top of your already jam-packed schedule. what's worse is that nagi can't seem to understand.

"why're you avoiding me all the time?" nagi whines from the sofa.

"sei- huh?" you're baffled. you'd already told him that you had a group project for a university class and that you would likely be occupied, but nagi didn't get it.

"reo says he sees you on campus with this other guy a lot."

"sei, that's my groupmate! and it's not like we're alone, there's always three other people with us!"

"so you like them better than me?"

you have to stay silent to avoid snapping at him.

"y'know, you're bein' a real hassle right now," he sighs from under the blankets, clicking lazily at his xbox controller.

"oh, i'm the hassle now? who just cleaned your filthy living room, cooked us dinner, and did your laundry?" you're seething, was he really just a toddler in the body of a 6-foot teen?

eventually, you've had enough. it doesn't even feel like you're his girlfriend—more like you're his maid, hired help. when you end things over text, he doesn't even bother to reply to your message. it's honestly impressive.

it's a surprise to you that itoshi rin asks you out—you didn't think you were anything to him—just a classmate at most. but there was something so alluring to his cold personality, and you wanted so badly to understand him. not to mention that he was drop dead gorgeous.

so you don't think about the reasons he could have for asking you, of all people, to date him. you blindly say yes, believing that he liked you.

and he was a perfect boyfriend at first, you swear! all of your friends acted like you were the it couple: he would take you on dates in his luxurious sports car after class, pay for dinner, willingly take your instagram photos, hell even your parents liked him.

you didn't think anything could go wrong, not a hint of something amiss in the relationship, until last week. last week when his childhood best friend suddenly broke up with her boyfriend of two years, coincidentally the exact same week rin became distant.

suddenly he's taking her to the same places in the shotgun seat of the lamborghini that you used to sit in. and you pretend not to mind that much, after all they were friends. and she did just go through a breakup. it was only natural for rin to want to comfort her, right?

fuck yourself for being naive. you should've known from the things rin had told you. the impact that she's had on him was clear as day to anyone. she was his first friend, first crush, first kiss, first everything. oh, except they'd never dated! though it seemed that itoshi was deadset on changing that as well, ignoring his own girlfriend for her sake. and really, how would you ever compare to someone like her?

"rin, who're you even dating?" you complain to him as soon as he finally has the time to come over, something you'd pestered him for days about. you're partially convinced that he only did so just to shut you up.

"huh?" it's an emotionless reply.

"given all the time you spend with her, you might as well be dating her instead," you begin, ready to rant. it's unsettling, how unbothered he is by the whole ordeal—like he doesn't even have it in him to care about how you feel.

"that's a great idea." he interrupts. it's your turn to be confused now.

"huh?" you echo back, eyes wide.

"let's break up." couldn't he pretend, just a little, that he felt some unease about this? yet all you see is his expressionless face, and maybe even a hint of a smile if you squint.

"seriously?" you can't believe him.

"why would i be joking?"

"y'know what, fine! go ahead," you huff, shooing him out of your house before you collapse on the sofa, berating yourself for believing that he ever loved you. of course you couldn't be good enough for itoshi rin.

but apparently she was, because a few days later, on her instagram story, she's shoulder to shoulder with rin at the beach, him sporting an uncharacteristically wide grin, fingers interlaced. he'd never smiled like that with you. the text read "my day one luvr" and rin was tagged. you bite back a gag.

word eventually gets around that he only dated you to make her jealous. great, you hate that he had you participating in his sick little game.

a/n: been thinking ab this song all week now, i could not resist LOL. me when i realize bllk lowk has no green flags...also rin's is sm longer is my fav that obvious?

ılılılılılılı now playing: toxic till the end by rosé, heather by conan gray, tumblr girls by g-easy.

masterlist!

[itoshhi]

𝜗𝜚 karasu tabito | pussy whipped

❕smut mdni, pussy whipped bf + shy reader.

just imagining it makes me grin, but your boyfriend karasu tabito is a total pussy-whipped. he truly adores you and i’m sure he'll want it in return. dominating him, giving him orders and thinking about your own pleasure would create a huge bulge in his pants. holding him down, being rough to make him do what you want, having him obey you... oh yeah, he's so knowledgeable, so knowledgeable and pussy-whipped.

but maybe you... were a little too shy?

"baby..." it's definitely his preference to whine sweetly to your boyfriend who's buried between your legs and eating you out, but if you give him the order "keep going, don't stop..." he'll do much more.

he’s always been the dominant one in sex and this time he wanted it from you. "order me." "huh- what?" "order me, please." yes, yes you're going to do it because he looks so damn good right now. his eyes are shining with great desire as the corners of his lips are wet with your wetness. "keep eating me out."

oh yes, of course he obeyed and and kept eating you like there was no tomorrow. after all, that's what his princess asked of him, right?

i don't know, he just likes it. he would never say no to the idea of ​​his little girlfriend dominating him in bed.

go go big bear, no one is stopping you!

© itoshhi 2025 {do not copy, translate, steal, modify without permission.} — um so this was in the inbox, hope it met your expectations anonymous!

[brownsbakes]

“Calling me pretty gets you head” prank on bllk boys ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ pt 1

Charters: Ryusei Shido, Eita Otoya,oliver aiku, karasu tabito

Ryusei Shido ִ ࣪��.ᐟ

Eita Otoya ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

oliver aiku ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

karasu tabito ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

I made this in like 30 minutes… part two later!!!

Pt 2 here

[thebestsetter]

"Men used to go to war, now they..."

~ Part 1

Karasu Tabito...

...watch tutorials on how to do your hair because he wants it to look as pretty as you.

I mean, come on. We all know this guy is WHIPPED for you. He swears you're the most beautiful being he ever laid his eyes on, and he can't even put into words how much he utterly adores you. So, what did you think he'd do when you came up to him complaining about how hard it is to do pretty hairstyles alone?

Now, Karasu is sat with his legs crossed, pins in his mouth, TV on displaying a random tutorial he found on youtube and a freaking WIG in front of him while he cusses himself because since when are french braids so hard to do???

And then the next day, when you ask about his dark circles, he just brushes it off saying he was analysing """football strategies""" - yeah, right.

Later that same day, the moment you simply stated you felt a little hot, he immediately spun you over, grabbed a hair tie and did a flawless - almost flawless actually. There were some strands of hair sticking out - french braid.

When confronted about his ability. Bro had the AUDACITY to say it was a "natural talent", with a proud smirk (even though when you used youtube on his phone, you saw his search history).

He only dropped the act when you pointed at his hair and said that "if he really had a 'natural talent' for his hairstyles, his hair wouldn't look like that". A little uncalled for, but ok.

Barou Shohei...

...clean your room for you without you asking him to

Yeah, you probably saw this one coming. Barou LOVES to clean. When he cleans a room, he's not only making it look and smell better: it also helps him organize his own thoughts and feelings.

When you started dating, he always pestered you about how messy your room was. When you joked about how "the only way of knowing what 'clean' meant for him was for him to help you during the task - cause, come one, your room wasn't even that messy! Just some papers scattered and clothes out of the wardrobe, but every teenager's room looks like that!" And imagine your surprise when he actually agreed! And when it was actually fun! Just you and him, cleaning, with gentle songs from your shared playlist as background noise.

Since then, you both always clean your room together, once a week, as a "date" (not everyone thinks that cleaning together is a date, but for you, it was).

Until you got sick on a cleaning day. And had to go to the hospital because, well, the headache was almost killing you. You sent a quick "I'm sorry :(" message, followed by an "It's ok." From him - but you knew how much he loved cleaming with you, so you couldn't just brush this off. So, you eagerly sent a "We could reschedule it!", to which he replied "Sure".

And that was it. You were wondering when the date would happen - maybe saturday? Or Sunday? -, wanting it to be as soon as possible. You just weren't expecting "soon" to be "now".

When you got back to your dorm and opened it, guess who was there: Barou, in all of his glory, sleeping on the chair beside your bed - which was made and smelled like lavenders. Actually, everything was perfect - from the carpet perfectly aligned, to the clothes organized by colors and types, to your bathroom products in a straight line on your sink. It was perfect. He cleaned it all for you, and even slept waiting for you to come back.

And when he woke up from his nap and said "You're feeling better now, love?", with his groggy voice and eyes not even completely open focused solely on you, you swore you fell ten times harder.

Kunigami Rensuke...

...becomes your personal shopping cart.

Football pays well. And Kunigami doesn't really know what to do with all that money. So, what better way to spend it than to letting you buy whatever you want?

He takes you on shopping strolls, buying things that caught your attention for 0.2 milliseconds. But that's not what makes you swoon over him the most - even though it also helps. What makes you want to kick your feet and scream like a silly highschool girl is the fact that he does NOT let you hold anything. From your own bag from the things you've boight together, you know you will not be carrying weight with him.

The funniest part about this moments is when he holds your personal bag. Capture this: over 6 ft tall man, arms crossed and arms as big as your thighs, holding a baby pink purse while lookikg at you with founding eyes - said look that disappears the moment you get out of his sight or he looks somewhere else.

Many workers have complimented you about how cute you are and about how you "found the perfect man", but he couldn't disagree more: you are the perfect one in this relationship, afterall.

Ik somebody asked for Aiku but I just... couldn't think of him doing something cute... 💔 I'm sorry

Masterlist

[meracyn]

imagine you're dating otoya, even though you have a nagging suspicion that he’s been cheating. rather than creating a scandal, doing the typical shouting and slap, you decide to do something more worthy of him. so you plan on exposing his lying ass online—and what better way to do it other than contacting a famous group known for doing loyalty tests?

a few days later they contacted you, asking to meet up and make a plan. before it happens, you decide to tell his best friend—karasu, about it. surprisingly he agrees to go with you and doesn’t call you out for it. so you end up going with him to that meeting.

fastforward to a week later, you’re still with otoya. his kisses aren’t as honeyed anymore, barely staying to hang out with you, but he hasn’t broken up with you yet. so you know this is it. this is your chance. you ask him if he could pick up a friend of yours. he’s confused but agrees.

soon you’re watching him through the laptop unbeknownst to him, fingers gripped tightly around nothing— or maybe onto the last thread of hope that otoya won’t cheat behind your back. karasu is sitting next to you, seeing otoya go from being all ‘friendly’ before full on flirting with a girl he just met 15 minutes ago. needless to say, he failed. horribly. the crew members are trying to comfort you, when karasu gets an idea.

that’s when you’re walking into the scene with karasu trailing behind, hands in his pockets as he holds back a smirk once he sees otoya deadass freeze, clearly not expecting any of this.

and that’s how you end up confronting otoya directly with cameras surrounding him—recording everything. all while you’re sitting on karasu’s lap, his arm lazily holding your waist as he’s leaned back on the chair, smirking at otoya in satisfaction.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆

if you get the reference ur hot (even if u dont youre still pretty pookie dw 🤭 yes im rizzing you up)

[sugarwarachan]

touch starved karasu?

yes to the hot crow! cws: smut, nsfw, mdni, afab!reader

touchstarved!karasu who might talk big in public but he’s actually just a big softie

touchstarved!karasu who can’t help but compare his size to yours whenever you’re near him. he could so easily pick you up and spread you out on his lap, jerk his thigh muscles under you just to feel you squirm (a menace to society)

touchstarved!karasu who listens to a voicemail of yours over and over, edging himself through his sweats to the sound of your voice all breathy and high with excitement over his win

touchstarved!karasu who loses his composure when you hug him, your tits against his chest, his forearm bracing your waist—

touchstarved!karasu who melts under your hands, a groan emanating from deep within his chest. it’s all instinct after that, the push and pull of your mouth against his, the maddening stir of desire stoking you both

touchstarved!karasu who can’t stop the feral grin when you see the size of his cock, soothing your concerns with a gentle coo," don’t worry, princess. I’ve gotten real good at making it fit"

[kxsagi]

Hii!!!

I love ur writing so so so much. Genuinely i’ve been reading EVERYTHING. I was wondering if you could do one abt reader being really insecure about her thighs and stomach.

Tysm!

“𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞? 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞”

a/n: thank you so much for your support!!! i hope this could make you smile :)

and yes the title is a lana reference (i’m just so inspired by lyrics today)

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, niko ikki, kaiser michael, ness alexis, karasu tabito, shidou ryusei

itoshi rin

you're standing in front of the mirror frowning at your thighs when rin walks in. 

"what are you doing?" he asks like you're plotting a heist. 

"just… nothing," you mumble, tugging your shirt down over your stomach. 

he immediately knows something’s up. rin doesn't do emotions, but he does read you like a book. 

“you’re doing the self-hate monologue again, aren’t you.” 

you nod. he just sighs deeply and grabs your face like he's about to deliver a dramatic anime speech. 

"i need you to understand something." 

"… okay?" 

"your thighs are incredible. like, dangerously hot. people would pay to get crushed between them." 

"rin." 

"no. and your stomach? i literally fall asleep holding it every night. it’s the safest place on earth. i’m not even joking." 

later that night he buries his face into your stomach and mumbles, “see? perfect pillow. i win.” 

itoshi sae

you make a self-deprecating joke about your body and sae just slowly turns his head to you with the most unamused expression imaginable. 

“was that supposed to be funny?” 

“no i just… i don’t like my thighs.” 

"cool. i do." 

"yeah but they're –" 

"shhh. you're not allowed to talk shit about my favorite thighs." 

then he just grabs them casually while sipping his drink like it's tuesday. 

“don’t test me. i will write a love letter to your thighs and frame it.” 

and this man would. on fancy paper. with wax seals. 

your stomach? yeah he pokes it just to watch you squeal and then hugs it like it's his emotional support plushie. 

“stop saying dumb stuff. i know what i like. and i like you.” 

drops mic. walks away. leaves you blushing on the floor. 

isagi yoichi

isagi is not having ANY of this negativity. 

you say “ugh i look bloated” one time and he spins around like a rom-com protagonist. 

“you’re what? LOVE. no. come here.” 

wraps you in the softest hug and literally kisses your stomach like it's sacred. 

“this is the cutest stomach in the world. i’d build a monument for it.” 

“yoichi –” 

“and your thighs? do you know how many times i’ve spaced out staring at them? once during a team meeting. bachira noticed. it was awkward.” 

he starts complimenting every little thing with passionate sports announcer energy: “and here we have the most stunning pair of thighs gracing this room. yes, folks, look at that form!” 

eventually he lays his head on your lap with a dreamy sigh and goes, “you don’t even get it. you’re my favorite view.” 

bachira meguru

you look a little down and he immediately panic-scatters into your space. 

“what happened? who do i fight? did a mirror insult you? i’ll punch it.” 

you admit you’re just feeling insecure about your body, especially your thighs. 

he gasps like he just witnessed a war crime. 

“THOSE thighs? the thighs i mentally thank god for every single day???” 

clutches them dramatically. 

“they are elite. masterpiece. top-tier. anime protagonist levels of divine.” 

then he pokes your stomach and giggles when you try to squirm away. 

“it’s bouncy! it’s cute! it’s squish-approved! 10/10! best cuddling material ever!” 

draws a smiley face on it with his finger. names it. gives it a backstory. 

“this is sir squish-a-lot. he’s royalty. treat him with respect.” 

you’re laughing so hard by the end you forget you were ever upset. mission accomplished. 

nagi seishiro

you say something negative about your thighs and he just blinks at you. 

"no thoughts. head empty. but thighs good." 

“nagi that’s not –” 

“your thighs are comfy. they’re warm. they’re literally my headrest when i nap. don’t disrespect my nap station.” 

then just flops face-first into them while mumbling, “mmph. perfect.” 

he pats your stomach too and goes, “this is where i press my face when you’re mad at me. can’t believe you’re beefing with it.” 

tries to fix your insecurities by aggressively cuddling them out of you. 

“if i kiss the things you hate enough times, will you stop hating them?” 

spoiler: yes. yes you will. 

mikage reo

genuinely offended when you say you don’t like your thighs or stomach. 

“wait what? are we looking at the same person? babe, you’re an art piece. i’d hang a painting of you in my mansion.” 

“reo, you don’t have a mansion –” 

“yet. but i will. and your thighs are going in the foyer.” 

threatens to fund a PR campaign for your self-esteem. 

“billboards. magazine covers. motivational speeches. i’m not kidding.” 

hugs you from behind and whispers, “how dare you talk bad about my future wife’s perfect body.” 

dramatic but also seriously in love with every inch of you. 

“if you ever insult your thighs again, i will cry and guilt-trip you for a week. i’m rich. i can be petty.” 

niko ikki 

you’re feeling insecure and niko notices right away, because this boy is observant as hell. 

“you keep covering your stomach,” he says gently. 

you admit what’s been bothering you, and he gets this serious expression like he’s going into soccer mode. 

“your thighs are my favorite thing to cuddle. i literally mold into them like memory foam.” 

you snort, but he just shrugs. 

“i’m being real. and your stomach? that’s my safe zone. my emotional recharge pad. stop hating on it.” 

later, he literally tucks himself into your side with a blanket and mutters, “mmm, yup. serotonin unlocked. no more insults allowed.” 

deadass gives your thighs a pep talk like, “you guys are killin’ it. keep up the good work.” 

kaiser michael

you say you feel gross and kaiser’s mouth literally drops open. 

“EXCUSE ME???” 

“what do you mean you hate your thighs. are you blind? they are a national treasure.” 

puts his hand over his heart like he’s been personally wronged. 

“your stomach too. i love that thing. it’s adorable. it’s sexy. it’s mine.” 

proceeds to rant for 10 minutes about how obsessed he is with you. 

“i would get in a physical altercation with a mirror if it made you feel bad. i’m being serious, stop laughing!” 

then starts listing celebrities and why they don’t even come close to your level. 

“zendaya? beautiful. but do her thighs make me bark out loud like yours? no. i win.” 

you’re laughing so hard you can’t even argue anymore. 

ness alexis

he goes into full puppy boyfriend mode when you say anything mean about yourself. 

“noooo don’t say that! your thighs are literally heaven-sent!” 

grabs them and wiggles his fingers into them like they’re stress balls. 

“i could live between these thighs. i would die happy here. let me in.” 

“alexis please –” 

“no. you brought this on yourself.” 

hugs your waist so tightly you can’t escape. 

“and your tummy? my favorite place. soft. warm. 100% wife material.” 

will pout dramatically if you keep putting yourself down. 

“i’ll cry. i will. then you’ll feel bad. don’t do that to me.” 

karasu tabito

hears you insult your stomach and just slowly blinks. 

“so we’re lying now?” 

“karasu, i’m serious –” 

“me too. your thighs are elite. S-tier. baddie-coded.” 

starts listing reasons why you’re the hottest girl alive. 

“you walk and i stare. you sit and i stare. you breathe and i STARE.” 

pokes your thigh and says, “this is the reason i lost my train of thought mid-practice yesterday.” 

constantly hypes you up in the most unserious ways. 

“your body’s so fine it needs to come with a warning label. handle with care. dangerous curves ahead.” 

and when you finally laugh, he grins and says, “there’s my girl. don’t let dumb thoughts talk shit about my favorite person.”

shidou ryusei

you mutter something like, “ugh, i feel gross today. my thighs look huge,” and shidou literally stops mid-bite of his protein bar. 

“what did you just say about my favorite thighs in the universe?” 

stares at you, dead serious. 

“you tryna make me cry right now? ‘cause i’ll do it. ugly sobbing and everything.” 

immediately drops to his knees like he’s about to propose, but instead he wraps his arms around your legs and mumbles into your thighs, “nah, i’m not letting this slander slide. not on my watch.” 

you try to walk away but he’s LATCHED ON. 

“i love these thighs so much i’d build a church and worship at the altar of ‘em. i’d name a stadium after ‘em. shidou thighs arena™.” 

your stomach? he pokes it, leans in close, and whispers, “you got that sexy villain belly. soft and deadly. dangerous in the best way.” 

“what does that even mean –” 

“means i’m obsessed. you look like you could ruin my life and i’d say thank you.” 

will not stop until you laugh. will not stop even after that. 

“don’t ever talk shit about my favorite parts of you again. you’re so hot it’s distracting. like. spiritually.” 

later that night he flops across your lap and announces, “if thighs could kill, you’d be doing life in prison. and i’d be your cellmate. willingly.” 

he’s the unhinged hype man you never asked for but desperately needed. 

and the second he sees you smiling again, he grins all smug and goes, “yeah. that’s right. those thighs are mine, baby.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

jealousy, jealousy - k. tabito

karasu x fem!reader

you adored karasu tabito.

his dark hair, his indigo eyes, his foul--albeit hilarious--words, his incredible intelligence, his calculating nature, his idea of fun, his contagious laugh, his stupidly constant yet handsome smirk. truly, there came a point where you couldn't imagine your life without him.

of course, he couldn't know that.

you hoped that he didn't realize how often you stared at him. sure, he's caught you a few times, but considering how often you do it, only a few times is one time in a million. sometimes you caught him staring at you, though he always retorted saying that you had something on your hair, though you could never find anything in your hair after a full observation in the bathroom mirror.

bickering and arguing with him was practically a part of your daily routine, always comparing your scores on tests and assignments with his. you were both always the top 2 on final exams, after all. it's been this way ever since you both were only six years old and only in first grade, seeing who can memorize more information, seeing who can give a better summary of the picture book that your teacher read, your rivalry was never ending.

your crush on him--no, love for him is something that has followed you ever since age seven, only one year after meeting him. and now, at seventeen and soon to be eighteen, it hasn't gone away in the least. in fact, you even applied for the prestigious middle school that karasu was in for the sole reason that you wanted to be with him, although your academics and grades were your excuse for your parents to apply.

you walked down the hallway, your book bag slung over your shoulder and school slippers sliding on the wooden floor, and slid open the classroom door before going to your desk and chair and dropping down onto the chair. karasu sat next to you, his eyes scanning through a textbook and glancing up at your classmates every few seconds. he was listening intently at their conversations, you could tell. “quit stalking them, it's creepy.”

his eyes shot to you, a smirk crawling onto his perfect face. “ya know that i'm an analyst.” your lips pressed into a thin line as you rolled your eyes.

“yeah, yeah. im pretty sure the whole world knows because of how often you say it.” you shot back. people began to stare, some people betting on when or how you guys were going to kiss, when you guys were going to get married, or some people muttering about how “it's so clear that they both like each other, like damn! just kiss already!” regular chatter, just like usual.

heels clicking against the mahogany floor brought your attention to your teacher, who had just entered the room. “good morning, everyone. now settle down.” everyone sat down at their seats instantaneously, posture straight as a board and hands folded neatly on their laps. “now, today, we have a new student. i understand that moving here one month after school begins and one month before summer break is strange, however, she had some unfortunate circumstances.”

suddenly, a hollow, dreadful feeling began to fill up your stomach. why? nothing was even happening today; no tests, no events, no nothing. why did you have such a randomly bad feeling? the color drained from your face, and karasu's eyes darted to you. “hey, you oka--” he whispered, but was hastily interrupted by the teacher.

“everyone, please welcome miss kiyomizu marissa.”

you and karasu both stiffened, glancing up at the figure that walked through the door. no, no, there were probably a million girls named marissa out there…right? but there were just too many similarities. the same hair woven from honey colored silk, the same eyes that reflected off of emeralds, the same peachy skin that never had a single imperfection, the same long and confident strides as she walked. this really was kiyomizu marrisa, the one who you and karasu were classmates with in elementary school.

the one that karasu was so helplessly in love with years ago.

it was only in elementary school. it was only in elementary school. it was only in elementary school. it was only in elementary--

those thoughts repeated in your head, racing. but if that really were the case, then why did your eyes immediately dart to karasu a few moments later, hoping to not see his eyes brighten and his cheeks redden? why did you desperately wish that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't the perfect description of his ideal type anymore?

she bowed at a flawless ninety degrees, “hi, everyone. i apologize for how sudden this is, but we only got to this neighborhood yesterday.” she smiled angelically, eyes scanning across the classroom. her eyes widened when she saw you and karasu, her smile stretching a bit.

“we'll be switching seats today because of marissa's arrival. everyone, stand up and grab your bags.” your teacher explained, pushing up her glasses and taking her clipboard.

ultimately, you sat at the very back corner of the room while karasu sat right behind marissa did. you had an undying suspicion that marissa made the seating chart, but you had no proof.

the moment the bell rang for lunch a few hours later, you nearly bolted out of the classroom and onto the rooftop where you usually ate lunch. however, as you did so, marissa followed you. “hey, (y/n)!” you stopped, turning around to look at you. she grinned as she caught up to you, walking up the stairs with you to the balcony. “oh, it's been so long! we really need to catch up. you look gorgeous, im so glad i got to see you again!”

you hated admitting it, but you were fond of marissa. she was pretty, kind, and clever. she never complained and always smiled. she was polite and always forgave and forgot. she was the definition of perfect, and you couldn't blame karasu for liking her; everyone liked marissa at some point. as you both reached the rooftop, you sat down, as did marissa. marissa landed with the softest thud possible, her position once again perfect.

“so,” she began, unwrapping her bento box. “how are you and tabito? are you guys…you know.” she tucked a section of her hair behind her ear, batting her eyelashes.

oh. so that's why she called you over.

“no, we're not--we're friends.” you stammered out. marissa visibly relaxed, smiling.

“oh, good! well, it's just that it's rare to ever meet someone who loves another person as much as karasu loved me. i did have quite a crush on him, and i still do.” marissa giggled before sighing. “thank you so much. you're the best.”

“uh, yeah.” you swallowed the lump in your throat. “i wish you luck.”

she hugged you tightly, but you could only feel the crushing feeling of your heart. sure, you had a crush on karasu, but marissa was your friend. why did you feel like this?

you didn't make a single ounce of eye contact with karasu for the following month.

in may, the cherry blossoms bloomed, and marissa had told you that she was planning on confessing to karasu soon. you wanted to feel happy for her, for the girl you've always admired. and yet only the hollow feeling of dread filled your stomach when you heard her words.

two perfect people to make a perfect couple. they were perfect for one another.

on may 7th, after school, marissa stood in front of karasu under the most beautiful and perfect cherry blossom tree the school had to offer. her cheeks flushed pink, she smiled up at karasu.

“tabito, you know, i've liked you for years already. and i know i once confessed at our elementary school graduation, but i still remain to like you to this day.”

karasu looked down at her before sighing, narrowing his eyes. “marissa, listen. i like you, i really do…platonically. you're nice and all, and you're a great friend, and i hope things won't be awkward between us after this, but i like someone else. no, i love someone else, and i have for years now. i'd still like to be friends with you though.”

tears sprang to marissa's eyes, but you only froze. slowly, karasu's eyes wandered to your own before they softened, and you instantly ran away, sprinting to the train station that you went home with. but halfway down the road, near a small park, a warm hand grabbed yours.

karasu's hand.

“you've been avoiding me.”

you ignored his words, tears glossing over your eyes. “why? why did you reject her? she's pretty and smart and nice and amazing and perfect, i'd sure as hell date her if i were you!” you exclaimed. “you could have had the most perfect and loyal girlfriend, and yet you just…reject her? why?”

karasu stayed silent for a few moments, dropping your hand and his eyes gentle. “she's not you.”

“what…?”

“she's. not. you.”

before you could speak, karasu interrupted you. “she's pretty, but not ‘i want to be able to look at you for every moment of the day’ pretty. she's smart, but not ‘i feel like the smartest person in the world whenever i win an argument against you’ smart. she's kind, but not ‘my heart feels like melting every time you do anything’ kind. she's funny, but not ‘snort out your drink through your nose and slap the table while cackling’ funny. but do you know who is? you! you are! i love you, and i have for years, but you never once noticed.”

karasu's hand reached for your cheek, carrasing it softly. “i love you.” finally, a tear leaked out of your eye.

“god, can't believe i'm crying over a boy of all things.” you mumbled. “and i've been crushing on you ever since we were seven.” you swallowed, lip trembling before karasu laughed.

“you've been crushing for a longer time, but god, i don't think you would ever be able to understand just how much i pined for you. just how much i wanted to grab your stupidly beautiful face and kiss you.” he smiled at you, placing his other hand on your cheek.

“but i guess now i finally can.”

he leaned in, and finally, your lips met his.

wc: 1.7 (1768)

@yorubl1d3 eat up, my child

[sirhamburrger]

how they would react to you calling them “fine shyt”: the ultimate shytpost (bllk top 6 x reader)(no nagi sry)

FEATURING R. ITOSHI \\ R. SHIDOU \\ T. KARASU E. OTOYA \\ K. YUKIMIYA CONTENT mentions of insecurity (karasu's), truly a shitpost (otoya's), shidou is very very brainrotted, est. relationship for all A/N i am so sorry i don't think i will ever write for otoya properly (idl him much)

RIN ITOSHI - aka the “what did you just call me?”

he's chronically offline, but shidou and charles are constantly blowing up his phone with dumb instagram reels and "lukewarm" tiktoks, whatever that's even supposed to mean. he's brainrotted enough just from being around them, so he shoots you a withering stare as the words leave your mouth.

you put a hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh. "rin, you do know what that means, right?"

"knowing you, probably nothing good," he says dryly, returning to his book. you pout, letting out an indignant huff. after a few moments of silence, he finally groans and sets his book back down.

"fine. tell me what it means, then."

"it means i think you're handsome, rin!" you frown, seeming more than a little offended. "can't you learn to take a compliment? i compliment you all the time, just in case you're forgetting!"

oh. he feels himself flushing, and as he opens his mouth to say something that might placate you, maybe an awkward apology -

"it's alright," you mumble, still pouting. "my sweet little rinnie poo -"

"okay, that is enough out of you -"

RYUSEI SHIDOU - aka the "girl, i know"

he has an average screen time of six hours a day, enough said. not only is he caught up to date on all the latest slangs, but he also knows how good he looks - he's confident in his own skin. a little too confident, at times, but oh well. that's just how ryusei shidou is.

ryusei grins when you say the words to him, a twinkle in his eyes. "gotta whole roster of people sayin' that shit to me every day, don't gotta tell me twice."

you raise an eyebrow, skeptical. "oh, really? who says that to you?"

"zantetsu." he says smugly.

you frown. "what did you tell him it means?"

he's silent for a second before he admits his deception, close to tears, that he told his teammate it means "someone who's good at what they do". though you pretend to be frustrated with his antics, you can't deny he's actually kind of cute when he gets like this.

"i can still call you that," you offer, a small smile stretching your face. "if you want."

his face lights up. "really?"

"well, it's true, so..."

ryusei beams.

TABITO KARASU - aka the "oh... okay..." (flustered)

tabito karasu knows he's not a bad-looking dude. however, though he might be confident in some areas, he doesn't really think of himself as particularly handsome. he's a very detail-oriemted person, and that includes being deeply observant about flaws, especially his own.

and so when you call him that -

tabito thinks he might just die.

which is stupid, because he's been with you for about a year now, and you tell him how handsome you think he is all the time. but the way you say this - all giggly and bashful and looking at him with such love in your eyes - it makes him want to take your face in his hands and pepper you with kisses.

and that he does, until you're both blushing messes, and your arms are looped around his neck as you give him a peck on the nose.

"i mean it, y'know. you are fine shyt." tabito snorts, but then sobers up instantly when he sees your wistful smile. "i tell you that all the time, but you never seem to believe it, so..."

"oh."

he thinks back to his first ever crush as a child, where the girl he linked rejected him publicly. there are prettier guys around, or so she'd said. it had shaped his thinking even as he grew up, that he might not ever be good enough. not for himself, and not for you.

but as he lays on the couch with his arms around you, he feels like the prettiest guy in the world.

EITA OTOYA - aka the "you think my what is what??"

he's playing valorant with his noise-cancelling headphones on. he does NOT hear a single word of what you say.

moving on!

KENYU YUKIMIYA - aka the "yeah. mhm. wait, WHAT -"

ah, kenyu, kenyu, kenyu. he kind of has to be "fine shyt", doesn't he - or else he'd be out of a modeling job! he's used to compliments by now; from family friends, from the photographers that work with him, from giggling girls in his classes. he truly has no "bad side". that is, until it comes to you, of course...

"really?" kenyu lets slip a slightly amused chuckle, a smile stretching his face at your words. "well, this is an unusual compliment."

"actually, on second thought -" you tap your chin with a finger. "you're actually not all that -"

and he thinks he feels his heart shatter.

"what?" he croaks, feeling physically ill. he's not online a lot, seeing as device use is bad for his eyes, but he's feeling like he's just been shot 57 times - somewhere it really hurts. "uhm… what do you mean by that?"

suspect’s girlfriend doesn’t think he’s pretty. vine boom. suspect’s girlfriend hates him. another vine boom.

“kenyu,” you laugh, “i was only joking! i mean, i have seen you drool in your sleep, and wake up from cat naps with the worst bedhead - but you’re still pretty, i promise!”

emotional damage.

vine boom.

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[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° i'd choose you and me...religiously

♡ a/n — for my new childhood friends to lovers series :)

♡ word count — 2.3k

♡ content — karasu tabito x fem! reader, fem! reader, childhood friends to lovers, reader is very normal and quiet, goes through 3rd grade to the U-20 vs Blue Lock game, reader doesn't understand soccer, cuddling, kissing, some cussing

♡ synopsis — Karasu Tabito has always been moved by the ordinary things in life. Your love, your laugh, just you, so ordinary because you just...fit in his life so perfectly.

Tabito Karasu had always been moved by ordinary things. The way rain left trails on windows, the sound of soccer cleats tapping against pavement, the smell of freshly cut grass on the field. Ordinary moments stayed with him long after they’d passed, as if they were somehow more precious than the extraordinary ones.

And then, there was you.

He noticed you before he ever talked to you, always quiet and off to the side, a book or sketchpad in your hands while the other kids played and shouted around you. You weren’t like the rest of them—you weren’t loud, flashy, or attention-seeking. To most, you might have seemed unremarkable.

But to Tabito, you were something special.

He just didn’t realize it until the day he saw you crying.

The afternoon sun was bright and unforgiving, casting sharp shadows on the concrete playground. Tabito was sitting on a bench, juggling a soccer ball between his feet, when he noticed the commotion.

A group of kids stood in a semi-circle around you, taunting you about being “too quiet” and “weird.” You didn’t say anything in return, but your teary eyes and the way you hugged your knees gave everything away.

Before he could think twice, Tabito was on his feet, marching over.

“Hey!” he barked, startling the group. He planted himself between you and them, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he glared them down. “Why don’t you piss off and leave her alone?”

The kids hesitated, their bravado faltering under his sharp gaze. Eventually, one muttered something under their breath before they all dispersed.

He turned back to you, his face softening. “You okay?”

You nodded but didn’t meet his eyes. “Thanks...”

He grinned, crouching beside you. “No problem. But you owe me big time. The teacher’s totally gonna yell at me for this one.”

Sure enough, he was called out for his language later, but he didn’t care. By then, the two of you had already cemented an unspoken bond.

From that day on, Tabito Karasu became your first—and only—friend.

By the time junior high rolled around, Tabito had become a name everyone knew. He was a rising soccer star, his talent and charisma drawing people to him like moths to a flame. But no matter how busy his life got, he always made time for you.

You, on the other hand, stayed much the same. You kept to yourself, stayed out of the spotlight, and quietly supported him from the sidelines. Every game he played, you were there, clapping and cheering along with the crowd—even if you didn’t fully understand the rules.

“You seriously don’t get it?” Tabito asked one evening, his breath visible in the crisp autumn air as the two of you walked home.

He had just finished explaining the mechanics of offside for the fifth time.

“I mean... I get that the ball should go in the net,” you said hesitantly. “But everything else is... kind of fuzzy.”

Tabito groaned dramatically, raking a hand through his hair. “It’s not that hard! Okay, think of it like chess—”

“Tabito, I don’t know how to play chess.”

He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at you with exaggerated disbelief. “You’re kidding me. You’ve been watching my games for years, and you don’t even know what’s happening?”

“I know you’re good,” you offered, laughing. “That’s all that matters, right?”

He sighed, shaking his head with a fond smile. “Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.”

By high school, Tabito had become your anchor, and you had become his.

No matter how many people surrounded him or how many girls vied for his attention, he always found his way back to you. He walked you to your classes, saved you a spot at lunch, and invited you over to his house whenever your parents were working late.

One night, after a particularly heavy rainstorm, you ended up staying at his place again. His mom gave you a pillow and blanket for the floor in his room, but when you lay down, the hardwood felt unbearably cold.

“You seriously gonna sleep there?” Tabito asked from his bed, leaning over the edge to look at you.

“Where else would I sleep?”

He rolled his eyes. “Here. Come on.”

“Tabito, your mom said—”

“The floor’s freezing. Just get up here.”

You hesitated, but the warmth in his voice and the ease of his grin convinced you. Moments later, you were lying beside him, your head resting on his chest and his arm wrapped securely around your waist.

“This is too close,” you muttered, though you made no effort to move even though there was plenty of room on his bed.

“Shut up,” he replied, laughing softly.

After a long silence, you spoke again. “Someone asked me what my name was today. We’ve been going to school together since junior high, and they didn’t know my name.”

Tabito’s hand slipped under your shirt, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back. “That’s their loss,” he murmured. “You’re unforgettable.”

You tilted your head to look up at him, your heart beating faster than it should have. “Tabito—”

Before you could ask what he meant, his lips were on yours.

When he pulled back, you opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off, his voice low and steady.

“I don’t care what happened. I’d never forget your name.” He kissed you again. “Your face.” Another kiss. “Your goddamn voice.”

You stared at him, your cheeks burning, and he grinned. “You’re mine, okay? Have been for a while.”

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window as Tabito’s mom opened the door. She froze, her eyes widening at the sight of the two of you curled up together in his bed.

“Tabito Karasu!”

Breakfast was... awkward. Over toast and eggs, you and Tabito sheepishly explained your newly minted relationship, only to be rewarded with an impromptu birds-and-the-bees talk.

Tabito groaned, hiding his face in his hands while you tried—and failed—not to laugh.

The letter came during your senior year.

You sat under a tree in the park, the letter in your lap as Tabito leaned back on his hands, staring up at the sky.

“This is it,” he said softly. “This is how I make it big.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I’m proud of you.”

His grin faltered when he looked at you. “You don’t look proud.”

“I am,” you insisted, forcing a smile. “I just... I’ll miss you.”

“Hey,” he said, reaching over to take your hand. “It’s not forever. Just until I make it. Then I’m coming back for you.”

You knew he would, because when Karasu set his mind on something, he would get to it, no matter what it took.

You just wished that he wouldn't have to leave for an uncertain amount of time, but you wouldn't say that. He was still yours, always would be, no matter how long you were apart.

When Tabito left for Blue Lock, he packed light—just the essentials. But tucked carefully at the bottom of his bag was something that wasn’t on any checklist: a collection of your letters.

Some were filled with words of encouragement, like the time you’d written after his first big loss, telling him that failure didn’t define him and that he’d always be a winner in your eyes. Others were playful, teasing him about his ego while reminding him to eat properly and not slack off during training. And then there were the ones you wrote late at night, when the ache of missing him felt too heavy to ignore. Those letters carried lipstick marks on the edges, small imprints of your love pressed onto the paper as if they could somehow close the distance between you.

He read those letters often. Whenever the loneliness crept in or the pressure of Blue Lock’s brutal competition threatened to overwhelm him, he would pull one out, smoothing the creases and letting your words fill the silence. Your voice, even through ink and paper, was his anchor.

One day, during a rare quiet moment in the dorms, Otoya noticed one of the letters poking out of Tabito’s duffel bag. Curiosity piqued, he reached over and grabbed one, holding it up with a mischievous grin. “What’s this?”

Tabito, who had been lounging on his bed, immediately sat up. His sharp glare shot across the room like a warning. “Put it down, Otoya.”

But Otoya, ever the instigator, was already opening it. “Aw, come on, don’t be so uptight—” His eyes scanned the first few lines before he froze, his smirk widening. “Oh-ho, what’s this? A girlfriend?”

Tabito was on his feet in an instant, snatching the letter back with a scowl. “None of your business.”

Otoya leaned back, hands raised in mock surrender, but his laughter rang out, echoing in the small dorm room. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Karasu. You’ve got that whole ‘too cool for relationships’ vibe going on, but here you are, all sentimental. Lipstick marks, too? Damn, she’s really got you wrapped around her finger, huh?”

Tabito stuffed the letter into his bag, his jaw tight. He didn’t bother responding to the teasing; it wasn’t worth his energy. Instead, he turned his back to Otoya, muttering under his breath, “Shut up.”

But as Otoya’s laughter died down, Tabito’s fingers brushed the edges of the letter. He could feel the faint ridges of your handwriting beneath the paper, the weight of your love in every stroke of the pen.

A small smile tugged at his lips, one he didn’t let Otoya see.

Because Otoya was wrong about one thing: you didn’t have him wrapped around your finger. No, it was deeper than that. You were his lifeline, his reminder of everything waiting for him back home.

The teasing didn’t matter. The competition didn’t matter. What mattered was the thought of you—always cheering him on, always believing in him.

One day, he promised himself. One day, he’d read those letters with you sitting beside him, not miles apart. And when that day came, he’d show you just how much your words, your love, had carried him through.

For now, though, he folded the letter and placed it carefully back in his bag, ready to fight his way to that future.

Watching the Blue Lock team play against the U-20 team almost put you into an early grave, you swear, Blue Lock won, of course. ( You totally weren't praying on some of the U-20 team's downfall during the game...not at all)

The crowd’s roar was deafening, a wave of cheers and chants reverberating through the stadium. You stood on the sidelines, heart pounding as the Blue Lock team celebrated their hard-fought victory on the field.

You had come all this way to watch him, to see for yourself just how much he’d grown. And yet, even after all these years of supporting him, nothing had prepared you for this moment.

Your eyes darted across the players, searching, until—suddenly—you felt arms wrap tightly around your waist. Your feet left the ground as you were spun around, a loud gasp escaping your lips.

“Tabito!” you exclaimed, laughter bubbling out of you.

When he finally set you back down, you turned to see his grinning face, his hair damp with sweat and a few stray blades of grass stuck to his jersey. He looked different—stronger, sharper, more determined—but when his eyes met yours, the warmth in them hadn’t changed one bit.

“You did it!” you said, reaching out to touch his face as if to make sure he was real. “You actually did it.”

“Of course I did,” he replied, his tone cocky, but his grin softened when his hand came up to cup yours. “I told you I would, didn’t I?”

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes as pride swelled in your chest. But before you could say anything else, the words you’d been holding back for years tumbled out:

“Tabito, I finally got it today!”

He blinked, caught off guard. “Got what?”

“Soccer!” you blurted, your voice trembling with excitement. “I mean, okay, maybe not all of it, but at the kickoff, I just... I got it! I understood why you love it so much. I felt it. When the game started, I was so excited I almost screamed! And when you got close to the goal, I was on the edge of my seat. I wanted you to score so badly.”

His eyes widened in surprise before his expression melted into something softer, something that made your heart ache in the best way. “You... really mean that?”

“Yes!” you said, gripping the front of his jersey like you’d never let him go. “I finally understood why you’ve worked so hard, why this means so much to you. It’s amazing, Tabito. You’re amazing.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his mouth slightly open as if he couldn’t find the words. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, he pulled you into another spin, your laughter echoing above the noise of the crowd.

When he set you down again, he didn’t hesitate—his lips found yours, and the world fell away.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. “You’re the one who’s amazing,” he whispered. “And you know what? That was the only goal I needed today—hearing you say that.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing softly as you wiped away a stray tear. “You’re so cheesy.”

“You love it.”

“I do,” you admitted, your voice barely audible over the roar of the stadium.

He glanced around, the chaos of victory still unfolding behind him, but all his focus was on you. “Hey,” he said, his tone suddenly serious. “Will you follow me? No matter where this takes me?”

You didn’t even have to think about it. “Anywhere. Always.”

His grin returned, wider than ever, and he kissed you again, as if sealing a promise. And as the stadium lights bathed you both in a golden glow, you knew you’d never stop cheering for him—on the field or off.

Karasu Tabito has always been moved by the ordinary things in life. Your love, your laugh, just you, so ordinary because you just...fit in his life so perfectly.

i take him to my pent house and i FREAK IT

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[definitelynotanalien]

♪⋆.✮ The other woman is perfect where her rival fails

feat: Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri, Tabito Karasu, Seishiro Nagi

tw: ALLUSIONS TO CHEATING, angsty, open ended

[tabiito]

DEBÍ TIRAR MÁS FOTOS I — hard launching with the blue lock boys after a rumour includes: sae, karasu, rin + bonus: shidou note: i've tried to keep fcs ambigious but unfortunately i was to only find fem bodied ones, ima work and make the next part more gender neutral read part 2

Sae Itoshi, who reads the rumour and straight up announces your engagement

Sae squints over your shoulder as your lips part in disbelief over the brazen lies the gossip account has been posting. You feel his hot breath on your bare shoulder, stretching your arm further, knowing he's not wearing his reading glasses which he's left in the villa.

It's a lovely summer evening in Mallorca, miles away from Ibiza, and by some eerie circumstance the beach at your resort is empty, save for the two of you. Your day of sunbathing and reading had been pleasant, however, this preposterous rumour poked through your sanctuary of peace as a friend forwarded it to you.

This was one of many you'd had to endure in your three years of dating Sae (longer, if you'd count the long-distance pining), so it doesn't bother you as much. You know what you were getting into when you set your sights on a football prodigy as successful and good looking as Sae, though he hates how you placidly accept this news with a purse of your lips and a sigh.

He feels offence on your behalf as he spies the hotel staff setting up the candlelight dinner he plans on proposing to you at at the edge of the shore, the Cartier ring you've been eyeing for the longest time tucked into his bag.

Pressing a kiss to the juncture of skin between your neck and shoulder, he ignores the guilt that's creeping up his spine when he tells you to "pay the paparazzi no mind."

He can't help himself to slip his phone out and snap a picture of the scenery before him, you basking in the twilight in your bikini top, a copy of My Year of Rest and Relaxation over your eyes as the blazing Sun sinks into the sea.

The decision to keep your relationship private was a mutual one; in the initial stages Sae didn't want you to be harassed by his legions of loyal fans, and you didn't want Sae, known for his private image to be harangued by reporters when they should be focusing on his performance. You never really talked about reverting this decision, and as time with him flew by, you became an expert at dealing with the baggage that comes with being involved with a celebrity.

However, when Sae feels your incadescent smile against his lips, the band on your finger glinting in the moonlight, the images of the beginning of a shared life flashing at the back of his head, he thinks that you shouldn't have to deal with his baggage any longer; not when the two of you were starting a chapter together.

Later that night, inhaling the scent of the ocean and strawberry margaritas in your hair as you sleep peacefully in his arms, Sae hits "post."

Oliver Aiku, who needs to be defended by you, the only person who he's ever posted

"Ooh, you're getting clocked," you giggle, carding your free hand through his hair and swiping through your Twitter feed with the other. Cracking one emerald eye open, Oliver lets out a weary sigh.

"What now?", he grumbles. "If they've finally traced back all those Barou dating rumours to me just know I've included you in my will."

"'Included'? Am I not getting your entire estate, you stingy old man?", you tease, tugging at his roots. He groans in response, mimicking a ruffled cat who'd just been rudely interrupted from its afternoon nap.

"And no, apparently, your exes have grouped together to do a confessional on you in some tabloid," you chuckle, passing him his phone. You, better than anyone else, know Oliver's complicated romantic past, womanising behaviour and hookup culture fuelled coping tendencies while the two of you pined for each other from the sidelines for years, hoping to erase thoughts of the other by pursuing half-assed relationships.

Not that it worked particularly well, considering you're spending summer break in his apartment in Stockholm simulating level of domesticity you'd taken to a little scarily fast.

Reading out some of the downright malicious things his exes have said ("Really? You'd place sports bets based on their recommendations? No wonder you lost so much cash."), he hears the tinkle of your laughter through his sun-dappled room at some of these quotes, happy at how you were secure enough with him to dismiss these silly one liners as figments of his unscrupulous past.

The truth is that he's really been trying. You've always been too important to him to fuck things up with — the source of his exes' despair of always being "obsessed with texting someone else at late hours of the night", courtesy of different timezones, or being the only person he'd pick up drunk when you'd be in Tokyo. For once, he was nervous about a relationship, treating you with unexpected gentleness.

You've taken many of his firsts, he realises: first proper date he actually planned out, first time sending flowers at two and three month anniversaries, all that corny stuff he never saw himself doing.

He only supposes you take this first and last from him, too.

Swiping off Twitter, Oliver begins poring through your Photos to find a suitable snap from last night when you'd met his friends at the club. Settling on one where he's wearing cufflinks with the initials of your name, he accesses his Instagram from your phone (a safety measure), calmly adding one more post to his limited feed.

Rin Itoshi, who's honestly been itching to do this for a while now

"For fuck's sake," Rin grouses, sipping the water you just handed him. Drenched in sweat, jersey sticking to his back, he'd been grateful when you showed up to give him company as he trained, saying something about "studying anatomy" while pencilling in your sketchbook as he took shot after shot.

Instead, he's subjected to you quizzically raising an eyebrow in the direction of his over-enthusiastic physiotherapist who had a thing for announcing to the public whenever her and Rin were together.

Peeved at the sheer idiocy of the rumour, and irritated at her complete disrespect for Rin's boundaries, with his dislike of publicity well-documented, you were rightfully going to march over and give her a piece of your mind. It wasn't like you'd spend your afternoons in the bleachers of the Parc Des Princes to soak in the sweat, or that Rin would saunter over to you in every free minute to critique your latest doodle — since the day you'd preached at him in the Louvre, everyone from the coaching analysts to substitutes on PXG knew you were a couple.

Rin can practically feel the annoyance radiating off you in an aura unlike the ones that possessed footballers during heated matches. A little pleased with the jealousy something as petty as a gossip column elicited from you, he appreciatively hands you the bottle back and gives your hand a squeeze.

"I've got this."

Though he has to wrangle out the passwords for his social media accounts from his management since he rarely uses them, Rin makes it a point to carefully vet and select photos of you and him during his break. Though he looks comical in some, and downright unflattering in others, he couldn't give a damn less seeing the excitement in your eyes as you lean over the barrier, Airdropping photos to him.

After curating the perfect post, Rin calls for his physio, who practically skips along the grass to the bleachers, but blanches when she sees your unimpressed expression.

"Take a picture of us," he brusquely asks, shoving his phone into her hands, downturned in a sneer. Before she can react, he catches you completely off guard, crashing his lips against yours. Your eyes are shut, but you know him well enough to sense that he's smirking right now. He kisses you a lot longer than necessary for one shot, snaking his hand along your waist for good measure, practically pulling you over the blue barriers on your tiptoes.

You squeak when he lets go, licking his lips ever so slightly as the mortified PT squirms while handing him his phone. "Huh. So you are half-competent at something after all."

Tabito Karasu, who's three months in and knows you're the one

Karasu's a perfect gentleman. Even before you started dating, back in highschool, he'd be one of those quietly chivalric guys who'd hold doors open or jackets above your head if it rained. The kind of guy who'd snatch grocery bags out of your hand despite making a quip about "weak arms." Now, you think that he's a little too perfect.

Things that would be a dealbreaker in other relationships, such as both of your packed schedules, the invasiveness of the internet and the fact that time was not on your side most of the time almost spurred Karasu on to make an extra effort. Your research is going late into the night? He's there to pick you up. You're craving takeout after being absolutely decimated by a physics seminar? He's already wearing his baseball cap and sunglasses, one foot out of the door.

Truth be told, Karasu's a little over-awed by you and your brain He thinks he could spent hours immersed in your world as you ramble on about the paradoxes and theories you're learning, or the cutting-edge research you're contributing to. Though it makes him acutely aware that he has much to learn outside of football, you satiate his curiosity in ways that make him feel that he's the only person you've deigned worth talking to.

Otoya makes fun of him for how whipped he is, and though he hasn't had much experience prior to you other than people just throwing themselves at him, he knows this is more than a fleeting crush. So he goes the extra mile in every little thing, sparing no expense.

The day your finals were over he ringed in the celebrations with you in your dorm, blasting songs he was surprised you even knew the lyrics to. Scaring him with your ability to recite Future bar for bar with him on "Low Life", Karasu feels overcome with an urge hold onto you for dear life. The need to make it exclusively clear to everyone around him that you're the one for him becomes much clearer when a shopping trip turns to an absurd coincidence in the rumour mill, one that's got you all nervous in front of him.

He can't help but feel the dull stab of anger as you, clearly overwhelmed by the opinion of the Internet, spend the day upset. If it's one thing he dislikes, it's when things don't go his way. Instead of complaining about it, though, the words leave his mouth before he can even process what they mean, a rarity for someone like him.

"Come with me to the JFA dinner this weekend."

BONUS: Shidou Ryusei, who never even thought it was a secret

a/n yall im not freaky enough yet to write for shidou but i think the scenario is a really funny one in my head i had sm fun doing this though we got barou n isagi down for pt 2 who else?