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chalkscene · 5 months

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fruits basket ⇢ WOULD YOU KISS ME FOR $10 OR THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD FOR $700?

ft. kyo sohma, yuki sohma, hatsuharu sohma & hatori sohma x f!reader (separate)

“hi,” you greet KYO with a perky tone that has him eyeing you suspiciously as you sidle up next to him. “what are you up to?” he asks and you can’t help but roll your eyes. “nothing. i just wanted to ask you something.” kyo doesn’t respond but he’s looking at you in anticipation so you continue, “would you kiss me for $10 or the prettiest girl in the world for $700?” it’s his turn to give you a quick eye roll which earns him a playful slap on the arm. “answer my question.” he sighs in resignation before replying definitively, “i’d kiss you for ten dollars.” “wow,” you drawl but a teasing smile tugs at your lips, “so you don’t think i’m the prettiest girl in the world?” kyo lightly bonks your head. “i already answered your question.”

over video call, you’re halfway through a game of 20 questions with YUKI when you ask him, “would you kiss the prettiest girl in the world for $700 or me for only ten bucks?” and you don’t expect him to already come up with an answer in an instant. “normally,” he says with emphasis, pausing for a second before he continues, “i’d kiss you.” you immediately feel your eyes turn into saucers. “what do you mean ‘normally’?!” yuki cracks up but he doesn’t relent, “i’m in college. i would need the money.” “i’m actually gonna break up with you.” he laughs harder at the empty threat before schooling his features as if to appease you, “you know you’re the most beautiful girl to me. i’d kiss you for 700 dollars.” “nice save.”

minutes have passed since you asked HATSUHARU your question yet all you’ve gotten from him so far is the blank expression on his face—he seems to be pondering over it as he stares into the distance. “so…” you speak, easing him out of his thoughts, “what’s your answer?” he then looks you in the eye and says, “i’d kiss you.” at the tip of your tongue sits a teasing comment in an attempt to dare hatsuharu to name someone prettier than you but he cuts you off with a kiss, his lips on yours, immediately wiping the smirk off your face. when he eventually pulls away, his expression is still as neutral as ever. “that’s ten dollars.” bastard.

“hi, tori.” you walk over to HATORI where he’s sat at his desk, reading some files at the moment but he doesn’t mind your intrusion into his workspace. “hi, sweetheart.” “you busy?” “i have time,” he says as he takes off his glasses. “okay. i have a question.” hatori swivels in his chair away from his table, making room for you to sit on his lap which you happily do. “okay,” you repeat, “would you kiss me for ten dollars or the prettiest girl in the world for 700?” that is the last thing hatori expected to come out of your mouth but he decides to play along, taking his time to mull it over. “just say i’m ugly,” you joke which elicits a chuckle from him. “you know i don’t think that.” “then what’s your answer?” “i would kiss you,” he says sincerely. as soon as he catches the telltale sign of you holding back a smirk, he quickly adds, “don’t ask-” “who’s prettier than me then?” you interrupt, satisfied with yourself when hatori only sighs. he knew it.

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married-to-google-translater · 2 years

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Yandere Yuki Sohma headcanon

Yuki is a clingy stalker yandere.

He hasn't had the best family circumstances.

Because of this, he has never received "true" love.

Yuki really needs to be loved.

Even if he himself doesn't realize or admit it.

But then Yuki met you.

You are a really lovely and kind person.

One that spreads warmth around.

At first, Yuki tried to avoid you.

He was sure you would hate him.

But Yuki can't help his feelings.

He struggles with himself for a long time.

But eventually he gives in to his feelings.

Yuki wants to know everything you like.

With that, he would know how to behave properly with his "friend".

And Do you know what is the best way to find out the things you like?

Sends rats to spy on your room and take your small belongings.

Yep, the best way.

*sarcasm*.

Yuki can be really charming.

He has charm and is not afraid to use it.

You'll quickly grow to like him too.

Yuki Fan club can be small big problem.

But after the abduction, that's no longer a problem.

Yes, Yuki would definitely kidnap you.

He would be too afraid of losing you.

You are the only one who has truly loved him.

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luv-gin · 2 years

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𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘. kyo sohma.

cw. suggestive themes, couple arguing, swearing.

MASTERLIST.

request. Kyo and reader getting into a huge fight, but making up? maybe a lil I’m sorry makeout sesh if you’re comfortable with that! — anon.

"ugh, would you actual fuck off for a second?" she yells in frustration as she angrily walks to her room, only to be followed closely by kyo.

"no, you said we need to talk so let's fucking talk." he responds as [name] walks into her room and starts pacing it.

"yeah, we do but I'm only going to talk to a civilised person who can actually properly communicate with another being rather than taking everything to heart." she retorts and kyo merely scoffs.

"oh, so what? you don't think I can be mature and civilised?" he asks and [name] pauses to stare him up and down before a laugh escapes her lips.

"kyo, you being mature? let's not try and fool ourselves here." she walks up to him to give his face à little tap before she goes to her bed to pick up a book.

worry seeped into her system and she started nibbling on her lips, her book was long forgotten in favour of her thoughts that pooled in one after the other. she decided to take a shower and let off any steam that remained and properly talk to her lover. a quarell over something so little was not worth it.

sitting in her freshly changed clothes with a towel soaking up her wet hair, she pulled out her phone to dial kyos number only to be sent to voicemail 3 times.

a sigh escapes her lips as she decides to give him some space to let out any pent up frustration that remained in him before she'd seek him out.

she went back to reading her book only to find herself absorbed in it and it was soon slightly past sunset, the sky was still just the tiny bit light when a knock came from her door.

"yes?" she asked and the door opened to reveal kyo who entered the room with his head slightly bowed to look at the floor. he closed the door behind him as he pressed his body against it, his hand playing at the door knob.

"I'm sorry." he says as [name] gives a look of surprise before she lets it fade into one of guilt and remorse.

"baby, I'm the one who has to say sorry." she sighs as she gets up and walks over to him, holding his free hand in hers and leading him to her bed "I was having a bad day and you were just trying to be nice despite your unfamiliarity with being others thought processes."

she sits him down beside her so that he's sitting facing the door and she's sitting cross legged facing him "I'm really sorry kyo, I was being condescending and mean to you for no justifiable reason when you do not deserve that at all." her hand plays with his as she rubs the back of his hand before pressing a kiss to it.

"don't worry about it." he says as he pats her thigh "you're right, I can be hot-headed which makes me immature."

"but you were more mature than me." [name] objects "you were the one to come to me to apologise which means that despite you not doing anything wrong, you still acknowledged that I was most likely sad and took the higher ground because you wanted to fix that in order to make me feel better."

"yeah, well you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." he replies as he finally looks at his lover in her eyes and tucks a fallen hair behind her ear "I wouldn't wanna lose you."

"I love you, kyo." she whispers as she leans in towards his face and kyo couldn't help but do the exact same.

"I love you too, [name]."

they exchange a kiss as kyos hand runs deep into [name]'s hair and gets tangled in it whilst she places her hand on his chest. soon the kiss turns more heated as they take a small breath before attaching their lips together once again.

kyo moves his hands so that they're at either side of the girls thighs and he picks her up, placing her on his lap. her hands rub against his neck as he places one hand under her shirt and the other back on her head to deepen the kiss.

soon enough he moves his hand to give her ass a squeeze that cause her lips to part further and relax just enough for him to push his tongue through and discover her mouth to his desire.

moments later, the kiss is cut as they pull apart with their breaths fanning over each others mouth before [name] pressed a sweet kiss to his red plump ones.

"you look cute like this." she mutters as a red hue adorns his handsome features.

#kyo x reader #sohma kyo #kyo sohma #fruits basket #fruits basket x reader #fruits basket headcanons #fruits basket imagine

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yandereaffections · 2 years

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Hi, hope you're having a good day! Could you please do G, I, K, S, and T for Shigure Sohma, if that's not too many.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Despite the fact he behaves as if he couldn't care less about how you might feel towards being snatched by him, shigure does indeed care quite a bit, of course you'll never figure that out at first glance. He genuinely wants you, most of his romance novels themselves are his fantasies with you though he'll never let you know that unless he thinks the reaction will be worth it. May not be able to guess that he isn't just toying with you due to how cruel he can come off as

Shigure does find your escape attempts entertaining, unable to keep himself from laughing when he guides you back inside with a arm around your waist, nevertheless it's nothing close to a game for him. You're sadistic lover takes this very seriously, surprisingly enough, there's absolutely no mistakes he's made to his grand plan to finally have you all to himself for you to take advantage of, no where else to fall but into his arms.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Oh he has a whole romantic scene playing in his head anytime the thought comes to mind, laying down beside you under the covers where you two are perfectly warm cuddled together, the early morning sunlight highlighting his dear dove so beautifully. Shigure gets lost in the fantasy so quickly when it come to that question, he just wants the best of domestic bliss with you

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Not straying from his usual goofy, sometimes inappropriate and sly behavior at all, it's as if shigure never kidnapped you in the first place. On the average day he basks in the presence of his beloved, laying across their lap with a paper and pen not too far out of reach to write down each elevating kiss he manages to sneak from you in effort to describe a love sick kiss flawlessly for an upcoming novel.

You do have to endure his puns and sexual sense of humor too, there's no escaping it just like there's no escaping him.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Shigure, as often as he announces his love for you, tends to favor the 'cry it out' method whenever your feelings start to overwhelm you. This tactic is used exclusively when it's about how he 'stole' you from all that you once knew and loved. Shigure doesn't consider it kidnapping since you're destined soul mates, nor does he like when you get all upset over it.

Overall he's sadistic which only gives him more reason to wipe the tears off your face after you finish a session of yelling obscene things at him, commenting how cute you look in this state

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nanamisflowerfield · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request relationship headcanons for Momiji after graduating high school? I just saw you also write for Fruits Baskets and qksjdkajs I love your writing <3

Ahhh you are too sweet! Thank you so much for the request! I am always happy to write for Fruits Basket, especially for my fav Momiji!! I hope that you like it and have a great day!💕

🐇 A relationship with Momiji after graduating high school is like dating him during your high school and middle school days.

🐇 He loves pda a lot! Like super duper much and I hope for you, that you like it too, because Momiji loves to cling himself onto you!

🐇 He will surprise hug you from behind many many times!

🐇 Hand holding is a must do for him!

🐇 Totally loves kissing your cheek and forehead kisses and will give them too!

🐇 After graduating, you two will probably go to college or try to find a job and no matter what, your sweet boyfriend will try his very best to be often there and visit you.

🐇 Very supportive and sweet boyfriend of all time!

🐇 He will buy you adorable little gifts like keychains or anything that you might like, because “It reminded me of you! I really hope that you like it, (y/n)!“

🐇 If you want to see the world after graduating high school, he will do it with you and see every place you want to see.

🐇 You can even be lucky to have him by your side, if you are in Germany, because he can understand the language and knows a few places here and there.

🔖 Taglist: (no one at the moment)

#fruits basket imagines #fruits basket imagine #fruits basket x reader #fruits basket #sohma momiji imagines #sohma momiji imagine #momiji sohma imagines #momiji sohma imagine #sohma momiji x reader #sohma momiji #momiji sohma x reader #momiji sohma

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meltingpotimagines · 6 months

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TohruKisa Sisterly Fluff

Warnings: food

Request: "hello i've been thinking about this for a while, headcanons fluff of how tohru and kisa would be the realtion of sisters (ㅅ´ ˘ `), they are as cute as little sisters<3 , too bad there are few moments of them together :')) ksjsks that would be all, thanks uvu" - anonymous

pls these two are so precious

can you imagine them going shopping

like they're hitting some stores, trying on cute things

they def picked out cute clothes for each other

and absolutely modeled them for each other

just having so much fun

or like grocery shopping

like tohru wants to make a specific dish and kisa wanted to tag along

because lbr, the only person she likes spending time with more than tohru is hiro

and even that's barely by much

and kisa's just following her like a little duckling

dutifully grabbing anything she noticed they needed that tohru hadn't already grabbed

anything to make things easier for tohru

tohru def styles kisa's hair every chance she gets

asks kisa what style she wants or if she has no opinion then picks whatever she thinks will look cute

her hair gets put in pigtails a lot lol

sleepovers!!!

matching pajamas and the coziest blankets tohru can find

they def watch princess movies with plenty of snacks

usually popcorn but i can totally see tohru baking some treats sometimes

or a lot of the times

she's just such a loving big sister

obviously we know tohru gets kisa gifts for her birthday

but can you imagine kisa looking for a present for tohru?

so dedicated

just trying her hardest to find the right gift every time

it has to be perfect for her big sis

and every time regardless of the gift tohru tears up and smothers kisa in hugs

omg

imagine them going to an animal shelter

like to play with all the pets

and tohru loves taking kisa because she just lights up and gets so excited

moreso than during any other activity

thankfully she's not too sad when they have to leave although tohru is always tempted to get a cat

#honda tohru #toru honda #sohma kisa #kisa sohma #tohru headcanons #tohru imagine #kisa headcanons #kisa imagine #fruits basket #fruits basket headcanons #fruits basket imagine #furuba #fruba

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hwaitham · 7 months

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𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓻𝔂 𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚

hatori sohma x f!reader. nsfw — mdni. established relationship ﾉ soff' sex ﾉ reader is rather clingy :3 ﾉ praise + sweet hatori + u're both so in love with each other n' this whole thing is so cheesy n' prosy um ! ! ! ﾉ the sohma curse hasn't been broken yet in this fic ﾉ vry slight infantilization ﾉ petnames ﾉ foreplay heavy ﾉ finger sucking bcos ! ! oooo ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა

you are tired, tired. you are very tired.

even with your eyes closed and head laying in a pool of moonlight, you cannot find it within yourself to sleep.

because he is not here—your hatori. it’s hard to fall into a peaceful slumber without being wished a goodnight by him; you must be tucked in, fluffy quilt pulled up to your chin and his thumb smoothing over the lift of your cheeks before your eyelids are kissed so you’re blessed with nothing but the sweetest dreams of you and him.

alas, he isn’t here. so you do what you can when you’re cold and alone in his bed; through heavy half-blinks, you watch the snowfall outside the bedroom window, dusting the branches of the old oak tree in the garden and piling up on the sill.

you’ll have to ask hatori when he comes home whether he would join you in playing in it tomorrow, building a snowman like you did two winters ago when he confessed his love for you.

(you placed his stethoscope around the neck of packed snow, his glasses over the pebbled eyes, pulled him out of his office by the sleeve of his doctor’s coat—hatori, doesn't this snowman look like you? he'd realized it seemingly doesn’t take much for him to fall.)

you smile thinking of that time, dream of all the times to come, happy and sad and everything in between. you wait and wait some more, and just as the throbbing in your chest starts to become a bit too unbearable, the smells of tobacco and mint begin to shroud your senses until all can feel is the fluttering breeze of calming fingertips breathe occasional kisses on your spine.

the sudden heat that cuts through the frigid air surrounding you rattles you awake, sends goosebumps down your legs and flushes your limbs full of light—it fills the gaping hole in your heart, the one that aches for him, the one that can only be healed by him.

“hatori?”

before the heels of your palms can find your eyes to scrub out the sleep from them, they’re taken a hold of by a larger hand—pruned fingertips squeezing gently, soothingly down on your wrist. “i’m here.”

“you’re here,” you whisper, smile drowsily when you hear your lover’s voice over the hot shell of your ear, his words followed by a lingering kiss.

“go back to sleep, dear.”

“uh huh…”

you’re too tired to tell him you weren’t exactly sleeping in the first place.

disregarding his qualms, you blindly feel around for him, shuffling through the sheets and pillows until you find his shoulders—strong and broad and honey-hued as he sits before you with his torso bare, silk pyjamas hanging low on his hips.

“i missed you…”

you do everything you can but embrace him, pull him down to the bed, cling to his bicep and rub your nose along the handsome vein of his neck, feel him up entirely beneath your greedy paws. hatori is lean and defined with layers of taut muscle, but you notice he’s starting to get a bit soft around the waist; there’s the tiniest bit of fat you’re able to pinch between your thumb and index finger, and you can only giggle to yourself at the fact.

you’re feeding me well.

it’s told to you silently in his barely-there smile pressed against the tresses of your hair that scatter over a pillow. when he inhales a breath, his nostrils fill with juniper and aquatic accord.

you smell like him.

you must have sprayed his cologne onto the sheets.

“missed you s’much.”

hatori laughs wistfully, shakes his head when you whine, nuzzle your forehead over his cheek in that endearing puppy-like way you do. “you missed me so much? i was only gone a few hours.”

you hum idly, sleep quickly overtaking you now that your lover is in your hold. as much of it as he can be in, at least.

his body is warm, gently warm. not searing; rather faintly, something like the moon—not distant or far away, but a soft glow. light full of memory and promise and it’s beautiful. it’s the light of the celestial body that shines brightest in your sky, and it’s in every brush of his fingers over your skin, every strand of hair that tickles your nose where he creates a corner in heaven just for you.

your hands curl into the silky onyx that sweep over the nape of his neck—it’s the slightest bit damp, you notice; pearls of water from the snowflakes that have melted over his skin. with one deep inhale from where your face hides in the shallow space between his neck and shoulder, you smell your body wash on him through his musk, and your lips stretch into a lazy smile.

it’s a feminine, delectably sugary scent, but hatori doesn’t care.

he doesn’t think there’s anything in this world that drives such a primal part of him than the fact that you two smell like each other, that anyone can smell you on him—him on you, and that from it they will know you belong to each other.

“still feels like forever when you’re away from me,” it comes out as a quiet slur of words, one that hatori can barely hear from where you burrow as deep as you possibly can into his skin. he smiles wide at your sleepy thoughts, true thoughts; he loves when you get like this, clingy and needy and seemingly wanting him to melt into you and flow through your veins, as if feeling him skin-to-skin simply isn’t enough.

“forever, huh?”

“mhm,” you whisper, voice sweet and muffled and hinted with the most minuscule amount of coy innocence (he has no issue picking up on it) as you lean your chin on the sharp blade of his shoulder, hug his arm close to your chest in an attempt to soak up the silver-dewed warmth that radiates off him like a sponge until it saturates you fully. “i love you…”

“and i love you.” hatori lowers his face until it’s level with yours, easing you into submission with a graze of his mouth over your brow, your cheek, your jaw and finally your lips. his teasing ministrations don’t match his voice—breathless and full of yearning and hunger—almost like your assertions are enough to leave his lungs bereft of oxygen.

“but i love you more, i swear it!” with a petulant whine, you grapple at his pinky as if to make a promise on it, wrapping your fingers around the larger digit and shaking it around with as much strength as your sleep-laden self can muster.

“oh, you child.”

he blushes deeply, heart beating in double time at the endearing, rather infantile way you seem to act with him when you’re all worn down from the labours of your afternoon and in need of him, his touch, his love.

then you’re wrapping your legs around a sinewy thigh, kneading your balled fists weakly into his traps, and then he’s grabbing your sea horse plushie to stuff in the steadily closing gap between your chests, lest he turn into one himself when he inevitably gets lost in the throes of intimacy that creep up his spine. “careful, now…”

“love you more than anything, hatori.”

and it’s the way you say it—so sincerely, like you’re feeding him a piece of your soul, like you know just your heart alone will leave him unsatiated—that makes the moon no longer shine. it makes him crack at the surface and burst into fragments of rock, diamond flares scattering like comets across the sky for the world to wish upon.

(but there’s really only one wish he would ever truly grant.)

“i mean it, and it’s true…”

you reach up to press a palm in the divot between his pecs, where his heart lays shielded beneath the ribs that you’ve squeezed your way through and built a home—for him and for you. the sudden onslaught of affection has him flushing with a tender heat, bottom lip pulled in between teeth and lilted up into a shy smile, cheeks tingling with gold.

“‘tori… i wanna kiss…”

“just one, okay? and then straight back to bed.”

“mhm, just one, promise i’ll be good—wanna be good for you.” and that’s all it takes for hatori to be certain that one kiss is bound to become one thousand—the desperation in your voice and the legs that wrap around his thigh tighter and oh.

you’re soaked.

he can feel the sticky dampness through the thick flannel of your pyjama pants, from the crotch where you try to rock your hips over his leg, from the insides of your thighs; you’re dripping slick down your legs and your knee slides along his clothed cock and his head spins, resolve falters.

so, hatori does the only thing he can do when he can’t calm his racing heart, and he kisses you without any reservations.

every kiss to your lips feels like it’s the first— where adoration streams from your fingers as you dip them into the hollows of his clavicle, where he feels a lump just beneath that works its way up to his mouth and stuffs it full of cotton; it’s staggering when you cling to him like this, loving him so tenderly, feeding your heart to him pure and raw with a silver spoon.

“wan’ more…” you’re pleading against his lips as soon as he removes them from your own, gaze drawn to the string of spit that tethers him to you.

“whatever happened to ‘being good’?” your lover’s voice is dripping mirth; it’s low and teasing and gentle and it makes your chest burn with so much love; you swear you’d do anything for him, everything to keep him tangled up with you like this until the end of forever.

“just a couple more kisses, please? else i’ll die.”

and you’re looking up at him with these eyes—wobbly tears dewing on your lashes and pupils blown to the heavens and teeming with equal measures of love and lust—you’re looking up at him like he’s hand-painted each star in the sky, like he’s superlunary.

you really think you’d die without him.

and you’re just so fucking cute begging for him like this, with your heart tangled in your throat as silent words bubble and spill over your pouty lips. even after all this time of being together, hatori doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the feeling of being so wanted, so cared for, so purely and innocently loved by you.

“well, i wouldn’t be a very good doctor if i let someone die on me, now, would i?”

“hatoriii…”

“shh, let me put you to sleep, my love.”

you nod and hum in admission, curling your fingers tighter into the plushie that joins you to him, shying into the wide neck of your—his—sleep shirt you have on when you hear the lilt in his voice; it’s soft, airy, dreamy, and he moves to hover over you before slipping two warm fingers into your pyjamas.

his touch is so gentle, treating you like fine porcelain—and his touch is so slow, so cautious, like he’s afraid that you’re nothing but some figment of the imagination he’s lost to his childhood, the sweetest of fairytale dreams, one that he doesn’t ever want to wake up from.

he tugs the flannel past your hips, past your knees and calves and ankles, dancing his lips over your sensitive skin as he kisses the crenulated imprint left by the waistband, right atop the delicate satin trim and dainty bow of your now exposed panties.

sweet and pink and patterned with ditsy daisies, three layers of frills adorning each of the legholes.

it’s his favourite set that you own.

(you very well know of this fact.)

“naughty, naughty… were you planning this?,” hatori coos at you—darling girl, beautiful you. he noses along the outline of your puffy folds, swallowing a quiet growl when your scent invades all his senses, when he feels the arousal dribbling down the insides of your thigh cool and dampen his cheeks. “i suppose you really can’t fall asleep without a little assistance, hm?”

it’s not as if he expected anything less.

he leans in to tap to your clit through the fabric, falling lightheaded at how it’s already so swollen, at how your cunt is already drooling, at how you’re already whining and whimpering so greedily, at how it’s all for him.

looks like someone’s really been missing me. he tucks his fingers in the gusset of your panties to slip them to the side, exposing yourself to him. i know, baby, i know. webs of slick shine against the moonlight coming from outside the windowpane, and hatori’s throat tingles as he dips his tongue into your hole—tasting you, savouring you—saliva spilling over his teeth that he lets dribble out on top of your cunt. shh, it’s okay, ‘m here, gonna take real good care of you, alright? he finally gives your clit a sloppy kiss hello.

“‘tori, ‘s embarrassing—o-oh, hahhh…” the words tangle in your throat and dissipate into the cold air of the bedroom as you try to register how he speaks to you, to your sex. lewdly and unabashedly and coaxing and through the hazy cloud of lust that fills your mind you wonder whether hatori’s been reading his cousin’s rather… erotic novels out of your gaze.

because wherever did he learn to talk like that?

“just want to make you feel good,” he hums, moves back up so that he’s level with your face again and can kiss you, make you taste yourself on him. with his free hand not cradling the crown of your head, hatori clumsily tugs his pyjamas and briefs down to his knees, letting his swollen cock slap up against his abdomen before he takes a hold of it and glides it along your slit. “fuck, sweetheart…”

hatori is of mint and tobacco when he turns his head down and breathes over your lips to look at where his tip oozes hot pre over your sensitive nub, at where your weeping hole furls desperately around nothing; it’s a silent plea to feel him inside you.

“hatori, please—wanna—i-insiiide,” you whine and protest, sink your head deeper into your pillow and dig faint bruises into his biceps with your fingertips.

“patience,” he chides, and then he chuckles, low and hearty and dripping ardour and disbelief, for how did he attain the unattainable?

your smile, your heart, your flesh, a love so tangible that just feeling you against him in this capacity is enough to make him forget the nightmare of a curse he’d been born into, even if only for a brief moment.

his palm smoothes over your hair as he grinds his cock hard into your folds and your back arches off the bed instinctively, soft little sounds spewing from your lips that only serve to heat up the coil curling around his heart. “love you, love you, i love…”

he pacifies your babbles with lingering kisses over your neck, your sternum, your lips—and i love you—it drips like molasses over your tongue and settles into your lungs; you’re left choking on the pleas that come tumbling up your throat, legs itching to wrap around his waist and pull him closer, but you can’t. instead, you whine and writhe under him, voice pitchy and petulant.

“want you, need you, please, please, hatori?”

the sounds you make are the prettiest on the earth, hatori is sure of this much. it makes him shiver almost uncontrollably, stokes the embers in his belly until he’s swallowed up in your flame of blue.

“you—h-hah, c’mere, you—“

hatori devours you, staining your lips with his saliva, licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue until the clash of teeth-on-teeth rings louder than your broken moans. and his love is heavy, your spine throbs at the weight, but it’s nothing short of comfortable.

warm, and familiar—the hand that tethers to yours is the same hand that massages balm into your muscles after the day comes to a close, the mouth that lays hushed praise over your brow is the same mouth that makes you smile and laugh and cry tears of joy and pleasure; it’s the same mouth you feed your heart to.

“hatori!” you’re wailing out his name when his cock catches onto your neglected clit, a searing throb working its way up to the apex of your thighs that makes you scrabble at his chest, ignoring the plushie in between that separates you from him. “pretty please…”

it’s easy to get him to fold like this, in the way you plead him with such broken desperation, wilted like a flower. it’s easy when you look up at him like he’s some deity, tears threatening to spill over your lashes and brows strained with need. he hasn’t prepped you nearly as much as you need to be able to accommodate his size, but he’s almost convinced your greed is enough to make up for the lack of it. and so, he runs the leaking tip of his cock up and down your folds once, twice, three times—each stroke punctuated with a kiss to the swell of your breasts.

“it’s alright, sweetheart, shh. i’ve got you,” he huffs out a gruff expletive when he begins to stretch you out with the flushed head of his cock, your walls hungry as they clamp down around him.

you feel the pain of his girth splitting you open as a dull ache, one that wraps around your tummy and inches down to your core—it’s a slow spreading fire, one you don’t even realize has a hold of you until hatori bottoms out and grinds his pubic bone down on your clit to dissolve the pain.

your eyes flutter shut at the pleasure, jaw falling slack and saliva building at the tip of your tongue—everything feels so good like this: with the warmth radiating from his cock through your fluttering walls and you’re just so full of him and fuck, it’s perfect.

“hah—it’s a tight fit, isn’t it?” hatori’s voice is a gentle croon, low and handsome and silky and reassuring; the love he slathers you in has you sucking him in further, further, as deep as you think you’ve ever felt him.

“hatori, oh, god,” you hiccup on a sweet sob, voice stuffy as you bite down on your plushie and hitch your legs higher up on the sides of his waist, careful not to lock your ankles around him in an embrace. “s’deep—hic! p-please, need you to move…”

“it’s okay, i’m not going anywhere.” he kisses your forehead and pushes into you languidly, almost lazy with his movements as he draws back and forth, back and forth. his rhythm is steady and his cock only barely leaves the sponge of your cervix before he buries himself deep again, so deep you swear you can feel him in your womb.

words catch on the tip of your tongue and they spill as sweet mumbles. it’s cute; you’re so cute, with the tiny nods of your head, brows knit as you attempt to hold off on cumming prematurely, toes curling into the dimples at the bottom of his back and whimpering into your drool-soaked stuffed animal.

and then he angles his thrusts that way— the way that has the head of his cock gliding over your g-spot until he can hear the lewd squelch, squelch, squelch that comes with his ministrations. it makes you squeal, kick your feet and squeeze your eyes shut impossibly tight from how good it feels.

“right there, hm?” hatori tosses his head back to exhale, making a sound where a curt laugh meets a shaky moan, before leaning down to gently knock his nose over yours.

“’t-tori…” it’s a struggle to open your eyes under the weight of sticky tears that cling to your lashes, but you manage to do so anyway, pushing his fringe out of his face with weak fingers and tucking strands of charcoal behind his ears to see all of him.

he’s so beautiful, your hatori.

and you think he sounds just as beautiful with those low, drawn-out moans that simmer off into garbled growls; these are the sounds that make your stomach pulse with the need for more, a warning that just a little more is all you need to unravel. they have you sinking into the bed, caged by his arms and broad frame, your walls moulding to the shape of him, flushing the skin of your entire body with the intensity of the warmth that comes with being so in love.

“a-ah!” your whole body wracks with trembles when his thrusts turn from shallow to deep again, his leaky head swivelling against your cervix and, fuck, you’re already so close—with his thumb drawing lazy hearts over your clit and his strokes long and slow and angled so perfectly against the one spot that has you coating the base of his cock with thick cream.

“hatori, hatori, w-wanna—i wan’—”

your arms move up to drape over his shoulders, but hatori is quick to pin them down next to your head, painfully reminding you of what you don’t have—can’t have. “i know, f-fuck, i know, baby… one day, okay?”

his head falls into your neck and he moans; it’s loud and erotic and your innocent begging makes his heart feel all gooey—soft and pliable as he spills it into your palms, as if it’s yours to keep, yours to hold, yours to treasure forever—and it is, because there’s no one else, will be no one else that can make him feel the way he does quite like you do. god, he loves you.

“o-okay,” you hiccup and sob, from pleasure and pain and the multitudes of emotions in between, you listen to him despite your heart screaming at you, because, “i just, just wanna be good for you, wanna be your everything, ‘tori!”

you are, you’re so good to me, you’re perfect, i love you— he wants to say; you are my everything and i’d give you everything, i love you more than anything in this wretched world—he wants to tell you but he can’t because your timid admission knocks the air out of his lungs, and hatori thinks you don’t realize just how sweet you’re being to him, for him.

and so, he kisses you, slowly and in time with the gentle rock of his hips, feeding you unspoken words that you digest and make a home of in the pit of your soul. it flushes your entire being with light, it collects and swirls around in your head until you find yourself in a haze, drunk on the heat that pulses through you with every grind of his cock into your cunt.

everything is so hot, so cold—the sweat that drips down the backs of your thighs, the breath of your panting against the fingers hatori traces your lips with—everything is just so hot and cold and everything feels so good; you’re knocked out of the present world and somewhere in a haven of white and purple where all you can see, all you can feel is him.

what you wouldn’t give to hold him just a little closer and stay like this forever.

the two digits rubbing over the swell of your bottom lip to collect the spit that’s been sitting there is what brings you back down to earth, and you all but lick meekly at the tips, take both index and middle fingers into your mouth and suck like a good girl.

“you want my fingers?” he groans at the tiny little nods you give him, fresh tears arising that push old ones down your cheeks. his heart pounds wildly against the cage of his ribs. “needy little thing…”

hatori isn’t fucking you fast, but he’s fucking you good—so, so good that it drains all the thought from your head until all you can think about is him—the slow, deep strokes where the head of his cock firmly pokes and prods at the spot that makes you gush, the digits pressing down on your tongue that you drool over, the mindless praise that streams from his lips; precious, precious girl—fuck, you feel so tight—so good to me, aren’t you? my good girl.

his words feel like liquid moonlight— softy glowing, and sweet, and sincere, and you can’t help but drink up every last drop. it fills your tummy with some sort of orb of light, one that has your toes curling into the sheets and fingers wrapping around his forearm tighter; you pull him closer, closer, until the plushie between you digs into your ribs and his nose sweeps over yours with so much delicate affection and all you see and feel is him.

“h-hatori… in my tummy, f-feel you there, feel you everywhere.”

“feel me right here, huh?” he draws his hips back, pulling out of you almost fully before pushing back, slowly, agonizingly—but it feels amazing, so amazing—the swollen head of his cock splitting you, tight against the silkiness of your walls, flush against the sponge of your cervix as he presses himself as deep as he can into you, pushing a palm gently down on your navel. “you want it in your tummy, don’t you? can’t sleep unless you’re full of it, i know…”

it all becomes so much, too much, the wet slaps of his skin against yours, his words, his cockhead spilling pre over your walls and rubbing into the spots that have you stumbling over your breath. you cum without warning, crying out into the column of his neck like the little sweetheart of his that you are, fingers clutching at the thick strands of hair that curl around his neck, your cunt squeezing impossibly tight around him, like it loves him.

and, oh, hatori feels it. the love, isolated and purified from the roots of your soul as you feed it to him on your tongue through mumbles and babbles of incoherent words.

regardless, he knows what you mean.

the heat builds and builds and builds at his core, and then the coil fit to snap finally does. he shatters into silver specks as the rapid spasms of your cunt milk him dry—leave him starry-eyed and dizzy as he shoots rope after rope of thick cum into your womb, his cock twitching inside you from the aftershocks of a mind-blowing orgasm.

“fuck, i love you—so much.” hatori huffs it out as a whine before he engulfs you in a bruising kiss, one that you’re almost positive is bound to leave a mark that will last until your next life, and the ones after that.

and it’s overwhelming, so overwhelming—the warmth of his seed oozing thick into you and the burn of the tingles that follow in the path of his touch—you think nothing else in this world and any other can make you feel quite the way he can. you’re certain of it.

“and you’re so pretty…” he continues to lay his praise on you, pressing his lips to your temple as he regains his bearings and looks down to your face.

spit-slicked lips and lazy blinks and slurred little iloveyous tumble from your mouth in half-whispers. even in your disarray you are nothing short of beautiful, other-worldly, hatori thinks. each slow flutter of your lashes is a sweep of the stars you dust into a pile of warmth at his feet; he curls his toes into them and kisses you and it flushes him with so much love, light, feelings he hadn't thought he'd ever be able to experience. he smoothes your hair down and moves to embrace your near sleeping frame—but then he remembers.

he’s reminded by the sweat-soaked plushie pressed against his chest and yours, reminded by how your arms lay free by the sides of your head, your ankles that don’t lock around his waist.

“look, ‘tori… ’s still snowing outside…” you yawn, avert his attention, nuzzle into his palm and point to the window, powdery snow finding rest on the sill, the moon’s light shining through and casting calm, steady falling shadows onto the two of you. “perhaps… we could… make...” you drift off before you have a chance to finish your question, and hatori smiles, endeared.

silly girl.

and then remembers. why he doesn’t resent the sohma curse, at least, not in the same capacity he once had. because he loves you like a child—freely, purely, without having to think.

and soon, soon, he’ll be able to hold you like a lover—he feels it in each passing day, his bond growing weaker, the rope snapping each individual thread at a time, thinning whenever he spares even the tiniest of glances at you and you call him by his name in that sweet, sweet voice of yours.

the owner of his glowing heart.

“yes, we should make a snowman tomorrow, dear.”

soon.

#𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 ⑅˚˖ ݁ ˓ ෆ #hatori sohma x reader #hatori sohma smut #fruits basket smut #fruba x reader #furuba x reader #fruba smut #hatori sohma fics #hatori sohma imagines #hatori sohma x you #hatori sohma x y/n #dr hatori sohma protector of my heart keeper of my soul > O < ! ! i lov him sooo much goodnight

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brights-place · 7 months

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Your Husband who literally so obsessed with you that he can't keep his hands off you and couldn't stop telling you how much he loved you everyday that it got to the point where he needed to see a therapist about it. Your Husband who later than night who forced himself to sleep in the guest bedroom. Your husband who is cuffing his hand to the bed while you watch and laugh at the scene. Your husband who perks up to your voice when you speak up "Is this really necessary?" you ask "yes" He says. Your husband who is tossing you the key to the hand cuffs so he doesn’t try to escaped You walk back to your bedroom laughing and wishing him goodnight which he returns with a shout. The Next Morning you feel warm and you try to sit up to get out of the heat but felt something holding you down. You turn your head to your husband who was fast asleep arms wrapped around you like you were a pillow. Your husband who till had the cuff he used to chain himself to the bed. your husband who quite literally yanked his arm so hard on the guest bedroom bed taking apart of it with him. He quite literally yanked that piece of wood so hard that it was still suck to the other part of his cuff. Your Husband who just wanted to sleep next to you.

Characters: Bokuto Katoru, Nishinoya Yu, Ticci Toby, Jason the toy maker, Laughing Jack, Gojou Satoru, Seishiro Nagi, Megumi fushiguro, Kise Ryouta, Takemichi Hanagaki, Manjiro (Mikey) Sano, Sanzu Haruchiyō, Wakasa imaushi, Kyo Sohma, Denki Kamanari, Kirishima Eijiro, Tamaki amakiji

#fluff #x reader #headcannons #haikyuu imagines #jjk imagines #Creepypasta Imagines #Tokyo Revengers Imagine #blue lock #blue lock imagines #Kuruko no basket #fruits basket #mha imagines #fruit basket imagines

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chalkscene · 2 months

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can i request fruba’s reaction to the first time they hug you when the curse is broken without you knowing? like it’s a complete surprise and you’re so happy? thank you so much!

IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT HERE IT IS!!! i don’t usually take requests to take the pressure of writing off of me but i just loved this prompt sm i couldn’t say no 😭

ft. kyo sohma, yuki sohma, hatori sohma & shigure sohma (separate)

after witnessing your failed attempts at making one rice ball, KYO suddenly decides to join you in the kitchen, “pay attention. i’ll only teach you once.” you fight back a smile because you know he’ll keep teaching you as long as you keep asking but you don’t point that out lest he change his mind. you expect kyo to grab a handful of rice. instead, he stands right behind you and cages you in his arms, putting his hands over yours to help you mold the clump of rice you already have in your palms. when you’re reminded of his curse, you quickly spin on your heels and push him away, dropping your rice ball in the process. to your surprise, kyo doesn’t seem remotely offended by your action. he’s more focused on the clusters of rice now scattered around your feet. a click of his tongue hits your ears before you hear him say, “you just wasted a good rice ball.” however, the expression on his face is free of disappointment—a small smile slowly curls on his lips as he waits for a realization to dawn on you and eventually, it does. “you’re…” you mutter in disbelief, caressing his face as if to convince yourself you’re not dreaming, “you’re not a cat…” at your reaction, kyo’s chuckles cuts through the momentary silence before he holds you in his arms, pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head in wordless confirmation—this is real. and you immediately return his affection, not wanting to wait another second to bask in his touch. you don’t know which higher power to thank but you still find yourself silently expressing your gratitude like a prayer now that kyo’s curse is lifted. when you pull away, he reaches for the bowl of rice behind you. “this isn’t enough for the two of us,” he deadpans as if a life-changing moment didn’t just happen. you’re itching to ask him when he knew but you deem it a conversation for another time when a suggestion suddenly pops in your head. “we can go out and celebrate instead,” you say cheekily, “i’ve always wanted to try this cat café.” kyo rolls his eyes and you can’t help but laugh. “what?” you defensively exclaim in between giggles, “cats won’t cling to you anymore.”

ever since YUKI went away for college, the only time you’ve really had with each other is when he comes home to visit. you usually have an itinerary prepared but this time, yuki decides to ditch all that. “you have a surprise for me?” you teased him once on video call. yuki simply shrugged, laughing. you tried to coax it out of him but he didn’t budge. “if i told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise,” he countered and when you gave him a pout, he added, “i’ll just see you at home, okay? i love you.” so here you are now, sat in your living room while you wait for yuki to arrive. thankfully, it’s not long before you hear a click from the lock of your front door. “yuki!” you beam at the sight of him and he immediately mirrors your expression. you’re about to take his bags when he swings them out of your reach, carelessly dropping his things to the floor before he snakes his arms around your middle. in a panic, you freeze in his touch and soon, you’re attempting to shove him off of you. “yuki, your curse!” you cry but he only snuggles further into your body. and that’s when it hits you. the boy you love hasn’t turned into a rodent which can only mean one thing—there’s no more curse. you don’t know when or how and as hard as you try, you’re unable to form words to ask yuki about it with your emotions beginning to take over you. yuki only chuckles at your lack of response, “surprise.”

snap. HATORI immediately stops in his tracks upon the sudden sensation, “did you feel that?” “huh?” hatori is almost sure what he felt but he decides to brush it off at your confusion. “tori, you okay?” you ask, raising your hands to cradle his face but he involuntarily flinches at the closeness in case it triggers the curse. “sorry,” you quickly add. he shakes his head, declining your apology, “it’s fine.” you don’t talk about it any further on the rest of the way home but you’ve already reached your doorstep and he still seems distracted. you don’t want to part ways like this so you try again, “are you sure you’re feeling okay?” he doesn’t answer. “hatori?” “can i…” he starts before trailing off hesitantly. he doesn’t finish the rest of his sentence. without a word, he steps closer until there’s barely an inch between you then he wraps you in his embrace. “hatori, no!” you try to push him away in panic but you catch yourself in that same instant when you realize he hasn’t turned into a seahorse. holding your breaths, you both wait in silence for the curse to take effect but the next thing you feel is hatori’s arms tightening around you, making it clear he’s not planning on letting you go anytime soon. before your emotions can get the better of you, a chuckle is bubbling past your lips in relief, releasing any tension that has filled the air. “you have a lot of cuddles to make up for,” you tease hatori but your voice comes out weakly as you keep your tears at bay. and with you in his arms, hatori has never felt so grateful, “then let’s stay like this for a little while.”

“hi,” you beam at SHIGURE the moment he enters your home, “how was your day?” he doesn’t answer right away as if to ponder your question. “it was…” he momentarily trails off before adding, “interesting.” your eyebrows knot in confusion and that’s when you notice something’s off about him but before you can pose another question, shigure leans closer until he’s almost just about your eye level. “can i have a kiss?” he asks before he’s pouting his lips, sporting an effective pair of puppy eyes as you would expect from the dog incarnate. but all that effort only earns him a dubious look from you which elicits a dramatic sigh out of his mouth, “you know i’ve had a long day.” you can’t help but snort at his sulking but you eventually grant him his request. you’re careful to maintain a distance to avoid triggering the curse but in a swift and sudden motion, shigure pulls you flush against him as he kisses you with more fervor. your poor attempt to push him away does little to nothing against his strong arms that he can’t help but smirk against your lips. soon, he’s pulling away, his visage looking brazen as ever, “what’s wrong?” completely stunned and stupefied, you struggle to form the words on your tongue but a single thought plays in your mind—the curse is broken. when your eyes begin to well up, shigure’s cocky grin is immediately replaced with a smile so sincere that it’s such a striking contrast to the words that come out of his mouth, “we can do whatever we want.” then he’s kissing you again.

#fruits basket #fruits basket x reader #fruits basket headcanons #fruits basket imagine #kyo sohma #kyo sohma x reader #kyo x reader #yuki sohma #yuki sohma x reader #yuki x reader #hatori sohma x reader #hatori sohma #hatori x reader #shigure sohma #shigure sohma x reader #shigure x reader

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labrujitadelamor · 10 months

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Imagine #6:

They placed their hand on your thigh while you both sat in an empty parking lot and watched the bright lights of moving cars pass by. You leaned forward and bit their lips. They pulled you by your neck and gave you a kiss like you'd never experienced before. Their tongue had a flavor that was a cross between cigarettes and gummy bears. It tasted bittersweet~, exactly like the relationship between you both.

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imagineanime2022 · 11 months

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The Wolf And The Flowers

Kyo Sohma X GN!Reader

Word Count: 1345

Requested: @supernerdycookietrashblr

Request: Original Request

You and Kyo had been friends since you were kids, you were a cursed with the spirit of the wolf and most people were afraid of you due to the fact that your curse was activated when you felt any strong emotion even the smallest hint of a tail or ears sent people running, even if you were excited or happy about something. Kyo was the only one that didn’t run from you, you both became fast friends if only because you were the only ones that you had.

As you got older your feelings changed from friendship to love, you were too shy to say anything about it, you’d watch him from a far when he started at school with you and Tooru, he became more popular and got more friends, you could rarely hang out with people that didn’t know of the curses so you stayed away but Tooru always made sure that you were okay and Kyo would always chose to be with you instead of everyone else and you’d both hide on the roof until you had to go back to class.

It took some time for Kyo to realise what it was that he was feeling for you, he tried to gauge how you felt without asking you. You were both walking up to the roof at lunch and as you both got to the top of the stairs he pushed the door open for you gesturing for you to go through, you smiled at him and nodded, cheeks dusted pink as you hurried past him, holding your pre packed lunch close to your chest as you headed over to where you usually sat. The next time that he did anything was an act also driven by jealousy, as they new first years started, he realised that some of the younger boys were paying more attention to you than he would like, you were standing in the corridor waiting for him and as he walked past a group of young boys talking about how cute you were, he grit his teeth as he walked towards you his arm slamming against the wall next to your head as he leaned down “you need to play more attention.” He mumbled as he glanced over at the group. “W-what are you talking about?” You asked. “Those guys.” He answered as they all scurried away, you looked at them and frowned. “Were they doing something?” You asked, playing with your dress and he just rolled his eyes grabbing your hand dragging you off to have lunch.

Others realised his affection for you at the beach house when Akito made it her mission to upset you on that trip. She had purposefully split you and Kyo up in the hopes that she’d get some kind of reaction from you and after pushing you so far into yourself that your human form was replaced by that of a small wolf cub, that ran off the moment that you saw an opening, the sound of breaking glass and screaming. No one saw you for the rest of the day and they all realised that they were going to have to tell Kyo what happened because he was likely the only one that you’d let find you before it got too cold and dangerous. Yuki was the one to take it for the team considering Kyo practically hated him already “Where’s (Y/N)?” Kyo asked. “They ran off after a fight with Akito.” Yuki answered “we hoped that they would come back here but it seems that they haven’t.” “Ran off!? Where!?” Kyo asked, he didn’t even actually wait for an answer before he pulled on his shoes and raced out of the door, he headed for the forest given the animal that you were likely to hide there “(Y/N)! Where are you!?” No answer, he was worried that it’d be too late to find you but wasn’t going back to the house without you. “Kyo!” Tooru yelled as she ran towards him clumsily tripping over her own feet but catching herself as she came to stand next to him, she held out a torch. “I’ll help you look.” “I shouldn’t have let them go.” Kyo sighed as he shined the light on the ground in front of him. “I don’t think you could have made them stay, they care about you too much.” Tooru said as she walked with him. “What do you mean?” He asked. “Well, I spoke to them this morning and they wanted to go because they didn’t want you to get in trouble.” Tooru explained “they hoped that if they went Akito might forget about you.” Before he could say anything they both heard a small whimper, Kyo moved in the direction of the noise a saw small poorly dugout den with you in the centre, his eyes finding the small gash on your back leg, he made a noise in the back of his throat as he scooped you into his arms, you struggled for a second before he assumed that you recognised his scent and settled again. “Are they okay?” “I think so, they just need to rest, once we get home, they’ll be better.” Kyo said as they both turned back towards the beach house. When they got back to the house Kyo didn’t say anything to the others instead he took you back to his room where he laid with you until you woke up a few hours later.

When you opened your eyes you recognised Kyo’s room immediately, you didn’t remember the time that you had spent transformed so you don’t remember how you ended up laying with your head resting on his stomach, you sat up and hissed at the sharp pain in your ankle. “We need to clean that.” Kyo mumbled as you heard him shuffle behind you, you jumped. “You're awake!?” You asked. “Mm.” He hummed as he sat up leaning over his bed to grab some clothes, handing them to you. You assumed that he had gotten them from your room before you woke up, you quickly changed as Kyo walked over to the desk and grabbed the first aid kit before walking over, he sat down and took your foot gently resting it on his thigh as he started to clean your leg. “How’d I get back here?” You asked. “Me and Tooru found you in the forest.” He answered, his voice low. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to cause trouble.” You said and he looked at you. “I didn’t say you caused trouble.” He said. “But you're angry.” You noted, he realised that your ears had materialised and turned downwards. “I’m not angry at you, I promise… I just need you to take care of yourself the way that you take care of everyone else.” He explained “please don’t put yourself in danger to protect me.” “Okay.” You nodded. “Promise.” He ordered. “I promise.” You said as he continued to clean your ankle.

When you got back from the beach house you didn’t see Kyo for a couple of days and you started to worry that he really was angry at you until he found you one day after school, you had been home for a few hours when there was a knock on your door, you opened it and gasped at the bouquet of flowers presented to you by Kyo. “(Y/N) I’m sorry that I haven’t been around, after everything that happened at the beach house I got so scared about losing you and I decided that the only way that fear was going to go away was if I told you that I love you and that I will protect you from anything that comes our way if you want me.” He confessed and you looked at him and couldn’t stop the smile on your face. “Only if you let me do the same because I love you too.” You confessed and he smiled dove forward pulling you into a hug, you wrapped your arms around him as he squeezed you to his chest, neither of you could be happier.

Request Here!!

#fruit basket oneshot #fruit basket x reader #fruit basket imagine #kyo sohma oneshot #kyo sohma imagine #kyo sohma #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #gender neutral reader

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meltingpotimagines · 2 years

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Fluffy Kyohru Headcanons

Request: "hi how are things? :)) I would like to order fluffy hdcs for kyo sohma x tohru honda <33 it's been a while since their anime ended but I'm looking forward to seeing more about them xd, thank you very much" - anon

Warnings: Mentions of food

oh my gosh i love them so much

listen can you imagine them making dinner?

tohru has to teach kyo how to cook bc he's not that great at it

like, he can managed but definitely has room for improvement

tends to do some of the prep work so she can focus more on the cooking

although if he has nothing to do, he'll come up behind her and back hug her

just snakes his arms around her waist and rests his chin on her shoulder

usually presses a kiss onto it

they honestly don't fight much

he just doesn't like getting into arguments with her and she doesn't like confrontation

so on the rare occasions they do have issues, they usually just work things out fairly calmly

the cuddles??? omg

like, don't get me wrong, he's a cat through and through, but he loves snuggling with tohru

likes to lay with her on top, his arms wrapped securely around her

also likes laying with his head in her lap while she plays with his hair

i feel like he nips her nose a lot

just like an affectionate lil bite when they're cuddling

he i s an orange cat after all

for sure pulls her back into bed when she tries to get up

he's super clingy after all and it's so dang cute

just hugs her close and buries his face in her shoulder

probably throws a leg over her too

they hold hands when they're out

whether it's a casual walk, a date, or even running errands

they're just always holding hands

i feel like he attempted to learn how to do her hair but never was able to get the hang of it

but i mean, the important thing is he tried tho right?

anniversaries are always so cute

they actually plan them together and it's the sweetest thing

they wanna make sure they do what they both want

gotta love a healthy, communicative relationship amirite?

and it definitely took some time to get there lol

okay but like can you imagine breakfast?

sleepy tohru in the kitchen washing rice and she feels a pair of arms wrap around her and a nose nuzzle into her neck, a raspy "g'mornin" whispered into it

p l s they're so cute it kills me

and like

when they're like sitting down and eating breakfast, he just stares at her in That Way

you know the one

and she asks if there's something on her face every time

yes, tohru, beauty, now hush and let him gaze at the love of his life

also??? lazy mornings in bed???

where one of them wakes up and just kinda lovingly gazes at the other until they wake up

all the sweet smiles and sleepy kisses and cozy snuggles

i'm sobbing

we know they had kids, so can you imagine that?

tohru about to have a breakdown bc of the kids and kyo just tells her to go take some time to herself and he'll watch the kids alone for a while

kyo's definitely the type to pull tohru into his coat

hand in the pocket isn't enough, gotta go all out and wrap her up entirely

i mean, what was he supposed to do? let her be cold?

besides, this way he gets to hug her, which was his actual primary goal this dork

and like

imagine tohru standing in front of the closet trying to decide what to wear

and kyo comes up and just back hugs her

she mentions she doesn't know what to wear, and he points to a dress and tells her that he likes that one on her the most

"you look hot in it"

can't you just see it?

also when she throws on one of his hoodies bc she got cold

and he sees her just swimming in it

like she's curled up on the couch watching something

and it's mostly engulfed her

he just thinks she looks so cute and hot

the ferris wheel!!!

omg

like it's nighttime right

and they're in one of the carts and tohru's looking out at all the lights and sights

and kyo is just gazing at her so tenderly

that soft smile on his lips

and she catches him and askes "what", definitely thinking her hair is messed up or there's something on her face

and his response is just "nothing" but in his head all he can think of is how beautiful she is and how much he loves her

gosh i adore these two

but also when he plays with their kids, and she's just watching from the doorway, her heart turning into a massive puddle

because how did she find such a wonderful man and how is she so lucky as to be the one to marry him and gosh she loves him so much–

they're the epitome of high school sweethearts and no one can change my mind

#sohma kyo #kyo soma #honda tohru #toru honda #kyo x tohru #kyohru #kyoru #kyohru imagine #kyohru headcanons #kyohru fluff #kyoru imagine #kyoru headcanons #kyoru fluff #fruits basket #fruits basket imagine #fruits basket headcanons #fruba

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