#kurama minamino imagine

[jellyfishsempai]

It was my sister’s bday this weekend, and I got them a kurama figure to match the hiei they already have.

Why not carry this energy into the rest of the week?

Happy bday @woodledoodles

[rouge-the-bat]

this sums up the chapter black arc

[sealbee101]

he deserves to be a little crazy, a bit insane even as a sweet treat :) + him and his goofy ginger

[nikki-is-a-nerd]

Hello!

To prepare for my eventual return to writing, i have some prompts that based on your votes, i will write them in order of priority. So the one that wins will be written first, the second highest, will be written next, etc.

So here are the prompts I have in mind!

Prompt 1 (Ezra Bridger x Queen of Naboo!reader)

- Ezra meets you as you pretend to be your Handmaiden, as you are still escorted by your handmaidens, one pretending to be you or what anakin and padme could’ve been.

- Jedi x Queen/ Literally just if Padme met Anakin in a better time/ romance with some action because its star wars baby!

Prompt 2 (Gojo Satoru x Geto’s Twin sister!reader)

- Suguru might have left but now the burden of his crimes end up with you. Gojo would do anything to protect you.

-this is a slowburn multi fic. Friends to lovers/Fake to real marriage/Pining/also has Nanami as the second male lead.

Prompt 3 (LA!Kurama x Reader)

- When kidnapped by the Toguro brothers alongside your new found friend Keiko, Kurama must stop himself from acting rashly and letting the demon in him out. He will find you and he will make sure that no harm can ever befall you ever again.

- Friends to lovers/ has some violence because its yuyu hakusho/ this is just the first yuyu hakusho fic i have rn.

Prompt 4 (Bucky Barnes x Librarian!Reader)

- in a world that he no longer really understands, with his oldest friend no longer around and Sam busy with his new duties as captain america, Bucky meets you on a rainy day as he seeks for shelter in a library of all places.

- Love at first sight/ angst-comfort/ happy ending (because i love bucky too much to not give him happiness)

Prompt 5 (Geto Suguru x Sorcerer!Reader)

- He’s gone and left you and all your friends but has he forgotten that you will never give up on him, even if it kills you in the end.

- angst/character death/just me channeling my inner gege/ right person, wrong time

[yyhimagines]

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[asideblogofananimelover]

#kuramas classmates stumbling on him hanging out with his friends and theyre just like. wtf wait THESE are the kind of ppl u hang out with?? #and kuramas just like 😅 okay everyone please pretend im a normal school boy and call me shuichi. please dont fuck this up #also kaito acts so nonchalant but i swear internally he was losing his mind seeing how kurama really is #he was already informed about it from genkai #but still seeing it all for real when ur used to him being the sweet polite smart kid everyone fawns over just gives him fucking whiplash #kuramas classmates learning details about his true self is SO fucking fun to think about #like even in small ways like him being Not the most goody two shoes person ever #someone finds out hes had alcohol before and theyre like WH A T. WHO ARE YOU #and kurama is intenally like oh boy this isnt even scratching the surface my dude (via rouge-the-bat)

My favorite thing about Kurama is that at school he acts all sweet and quiet so I imagine all of his classmates are shocked that his best friends are two delinquents and someone who looks like he murders people for fun

[hamspamandjamsandwich]

Kurama is such a complex character, god love him. The way I see him is: I mean he’s literally actually only Yoko Kurama.

“Oh he’s here. He’s me.”

So we have three personas here: Kurama, Yoko Kurama, and Shuuichi Minamino. While he has these three identities, he doesn’t have three personalities. That is to say, he’s one being, two different pieces that merged.

That’s where shit gets really interesting. My interpretation of this is that the merger came packaged with a human soul and body, and that the human parts are what gives him a conscience and a heart and a moral compass, and things such as. I doubt this is an original idea I just wanted to muse lol.

Shuuichi doesn’t bring a different personality. I think Shuuichi provided the things that make us human and a body. Those things are part of the human soul. Empathy, guilt, love. Yoko was always still himself, it’s how Kurama remembers everything, it’s literally just him. He’s simply changed as a person due to being plagued with humanity.

And that’s such a fun idea to me. Yoko Kurama, the legendary bandit, king of thieves—having personality rehab via the human experience. I think it just changed him the way anyone can change, sorta. He begins to feel pretty shitty about the things he’s done and feels guilty about everything with regards to his mother. All this comes together and makes him…a better version of himself? A better person? And I like that.

there is no Shuuichi outside of an adopted persona/identity for Kurama—like I don’t think he brought anything outside of what comes with nature, genetics, and a human soul (which I personally don’t think is the sum of someone’s personality, just what gives them spiritual life? If that makes sense).

But man, it makes me love Kurama so much more when I don’t think of Yoko as a different self or something that can be abandoned, it’s simply a previous version of himself. The past. So I think his 15 years as semi-human simply gave Yoko some insane character development.

Experiencing being unconditionally loved—the very idea that a relationship need not be transactional—being loved beyond what you can do for them. Being loved for existing, and nothing else. I truly think that his humanity responded well to being loved during the “early childhood development” stage and it gives him a way more stable sense of self than he should have tbh

And much like actual prison (or maybe more accurately rehab or inpatient etc), he has nothing but time and passes it by taking up interests and hobbies. He got to find stuff he enjoys about being human and ningenkai. He already liked plants obviously, but it’s so sweet to imagine him really developing an interest in botany and gardening and keeping houseplants etc. Learning to cook with Shiori and actually really liking it—I mean hey he gets to use some of those plants he’s been growing.

Big reader, obviously. He wants to know everything, and he knows so much already, yet humans keep inventing new shit to learn about, so that works out well. School and education get to be competitive sports that he’s the best at, again obviously. All manner of puzzles, games (tabletop and video of course), mystery books and films; if you can analyze it or crack a code somehow, he’s good with it. A real people-watcher, the disdain for humanity begins to fade over time and observation—they’re not so bad after all.

I like that he grows very comfortable in his human form. He’s pretty and appears to really own that (he lucked out there, huh? Incubated in a human that will be so attractive in the future lol), and I think that being raised by his mother (and perhaps this is some of that aforementioned Shuuichi nature) has him “in touch with his feminine side.” So I imagine he doesn’t miss his Yoko body too much, until he suddenly gets it back for a moment and is reminded of how good it felt to be himself. Good in a sinful, hedonistic way, that is. He clearly doesn’t want to be that way, but 1000+ year old habits die hard, right?

Idk I love Yoko Kurama that’s all folks that’s one of my headcanons or maybe it’s actually canon who knows. I just wanted to muse about my favorite kitsune.

[rose-riot-johnson]

Alongside Himiko Toga (My Hero Academia), Rumi Usagiyama (aka, Mirko), and Kurama (Human name, Shuichi Minamino) (Yu Hakusho) for the 6th, 7th, 8th, and 9th place (in a 4 way) tie according to the poll I originally posted:

Raphael, from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Any Version)

Raphael is definitely one of those characters I have been thinking about writing about for a long time, since after I started on writing and posting fanfics atleast a couple years ago🐢So today I plan to make writing about him a reality🐢 Since every1 does have their own preferences about which Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series they like best, I will let the reader decide to their imagination which version of Raphael (and/or anything pertaining to any version of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series, regardless if it's movie and/or show and/or cartoon version) is in this fic (this gif of Raph is just something I picked out😅)🐢 I just figured it would be more fun for the reader to imagine which version of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series they think of while reading this fanfic with Raphael in it🐢🐢🐢🐢

Seeing Raphael's Caring Side ((Adult) Raphael (aka, Raph) (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Any Version)) x Female Reader)

Genres: Head Cannon(?), Comfort, Fluff (Warning ⚠️: One of the paragraphs and/or parts of this fanfic mentions harassment)

*When Raphael (Leonardo, Donatello, and Michaelangelo) first meet you, he will be surprised that you're not frightened of him (nor the other turtles). However, Raphael did end up taking a liking to you in first sight. The thing is he doesn't want the other turtles to find out. You can't blame him, because there's a chance the other turtles could tease him about you, if they find out right away.

*After a couple months passed by, Raphael decided to confess that he has a crush on you. To his surprise, it turned out you take a liking to him as well. He madesure that none of the other turtles (Leonardo, Donatello, and Michaelangelo), to find out obviously. Or so he thought. Leonardo, Donatello, and Michaelangelo, madesure to watch Raph's every move due to the fact that they have their suspicions that Raph wanted to confess to you.

*Raph maybe a tough guy during his training, missions (especially with the other turtles), working out, and other stuff he does (depending on the series the reader enjoys watching and/or to the reader's imagination), he's also secretly a big softie when it comes to you and he makesure no one else (Leonardo, Donatello, and Michaelangelo included). While he's an affectionate guy, because he's low-key a hugger, a cuddler, and a kisser when it comes to his relationships, he's also okay regardless if you feel like hugging, kissing, and cuddling, or not. He prefers not to overstep your boundaries and he's willing to accept you for who you are.

*If he notices anyone harrass you, including stalkers, he will makesure to they wish they never did and teach them not to harrass you anymore. It gets under his skin when he finds out in anyway, if anyone was to harrass you, no matter how they harrass you. He wants what it's best for you, especially when it comes to your safety and self-esteem. He will even makesure to find anyway possible to make them stop harassing you, even if he has to do so without you knowing it.

*When you're having a bad day and/or depressed and/or sad and/or having any other problems that can be solved through comfort, well then Raphael is definitely is definitely someone who will comfort you the best as he is able to. Being a softie isn't the only thing that he shows to you, however he also will comfort you, regardless if its work or at home or family issues, he will still do his best to comfort you and try to cheer you up. You're his pride and joy, so he wants to make you happy, while also making sure that you are happy, as well.

*Everytime you decide on spending atleast one night with Raphael, he always looks forward to it. He does look forward to seeing you generally and he enjoys hanging out with you, however it's not often you spend the night with him, which is one of these occasions that gets him really, low-key, excited. So, he always surprises you with something everytime you do show up to spend atleast one night with him, which everytime he surprises you with something, you actually appreciate what he does for you and you actually find it romantic that he does different surprises everytime you spend atleast one night at his place.

The End

I will admit, working on this fanfic with Raphael, was (and is) definitely fun working on🐢😃👍 So, no matter which version of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series you enjoy best, I still hope you enjoy this fanfic of Raphael🐢 Despite of the gif I used of Raphael (2003 version) in this post for this fanfic, it's still up to the reader's imagination which version of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Raphael alike due to every fan of any of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series having different preferences which Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series they like and/or having a favorite Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series (show, cartoon, and movie versions alike)🐢🐢🐢🐢😁👍

*Note: When I was little, my first time seeing anything of any Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series was watching the 80's version of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series episode where it pertains the Turtles having to chase a bunny, if I remember correctly🐰🐢🐢🐢🐢

[fruiteggsaladit]

Imagining Shiori getting mildly but morbidly curious abt the possibility of a baby demon posession but not actually believing it, and starts watching/reading a bunch of demon/ghostly posession movies and media. The more she watches, the less worried she gets, oddly enough!

#6 Yyh minor canon divergence

Everything's the same but when Shiori was pregnant with Kurama, she developed similar symptoms to a human possessed by a yoko (developing sharp teeth, a weirder appetite, night vision improved considerably, her nails grew much quicker and stronger than they were before, she'd bark/yiff when happy, other things about foxes I don't enough about)

Sometime after Kurama is borne the symptoms mostly go away but they were a bit too memorable for her to just forget about it - they're just small enough that Kurama doesn't notice and Shiori, the tree from which the apple fell from, doesn't mention them

Until post-canon and Kurama tells her he's a demon, and she can exclaim "Oooh that's where those traits came from"

"Traits? What traits?"

"Why do you think I smiled with my mouth closed in the pregnancy photos"

[ificouldhelpyouforget]

My Soul to Keep: Five (Kurama x OC)

MASTERLIST

A/N: This is the last part of this and it gets a little NSFW. It’s not like most of the smut on here, but it does not beat around the bush. If you don’t want to read it, then please don’t. I can easily summarize the end if you’d like. Otherwise, enjoy and cringe at the iffy smut I haven’t even written since high school.

Summary: Kurama and Ichika take that next step in their relationship.

Warnings: There is some smut ahead. Not so intense as other authors�� stuff, but it’s there.

Words: 5.3k

It took me a week and a half for me to grow a pair and invite Kurama over to my house. We talked daily - sometimes multiple times a day - but I noticed how sad I felt without physical touch. We needed to talk about it to allow our relationship to grow, right? If I kept that mindset, I could talk to him. I could do it. As long as I didn't remind myself we were going to talk about sex, I could do it.

Kurama was so sweet about the whole thing, too. He didn't push me to start talking when our only form of communication was our phones. When he came over, he handed me a bouquet of multicolored flowers with a reassuring smile. He only kissed my cheek before giving Ichigo attention. He gave me time to relax and ease into the scariest conversation in my life.

With Ichigo outside and dinner on its way, we sat beside each other at my table.

"I'm sorry I took so long to get up the nerve to talk about this," I said blushing.

"It's okay, Ichika. This is a difficult topic for most couples to talk about so openly."

"Yeah... It's awkward as hell, so I get it. I'm nervous I'm going to mess up what we have going for us."

"You won't," he said. "And if you can't talk about it today, that's okay. I'm content where we are if that's any consolation. I'm happy."

Tears flooded my eyes without my consent. "You're happy?"

Kurama got out of his seat and crouched beside mine. He smiled and took my hand. "Very."

I sniffled, laughing a little and wiping my eyes with my free hand. "I love you." It was quiet and watery, but I meant it. "I really do. I'm overwhelmed by it and you're being so patient and kind... I love you so damn much."

He was surprised, but his eyes lit up. Kurama kissed my hand and reached up to rest his palm against my cheek. I leaned into, making his smile grow. "I love you, too."

"Yeah?"

He nodded.

"That's good. That could have gone horribly wrong."

"Do you feel better?"

I leaned forward and rested my forehead against his. I closed my eyes. "That was just one thing off my chest. I'm still nervous about our next topic."

Kurama brushed my hair with his fingers. "Again, we can wait to talk about this later. There's no rush."

"I know, but... I don't want to wait." I moved my head to sit on top of his shoulder. "I... I don't want to waste any time with you... God, that sounds cheesy."

"We have time." He rubbed my back. "Why don't we talk about this later?"

"Would you... Could... I..." I sighed, sitting up and looking at Kurama, determined to get my words out. "Could you stay here tonight? Not to do anything! We could try talking about it when I have the cover of night on my side."

"Are you sure you want me to stay over?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll stay and we'll talk."

I let out a breath and laughed at myself. "I'm such a nervous wreck today."

"And you're adorable." Kurama kissed my forehead after he stood up to his full height. "There's nothing to worry about."

•••••

Dinner churned uncomfortably in my belly when I curled up in my bed that night. I pulled the covers up to my chin and stared at the space Kurama would eventually occupy.

Saito never had the privilege of lying in my bed with me. I didn't want him to. The only time I shared was when I had foster animals that could lie with me or when I let Ichigo up. Having a male to share my bed with was a new concept. I was excited and nervous.

My heart raced when the bathroom door opened. I peeked out from under my covers and my face burned instantly.

Kurama didn't go back to his place to get sleep clothes and all I had to offer was a pair of sweatpants, which I was miffed he fit in. So there he was in my room in my sweats that hung off his hips in a way they never did on me and his toned chest on display. He put his hair up in a loose ponytail, letting me see his arm and shoulder muscles in action. My boyfriend was sexy... and I was too chicken to do anything about it.

He climbed in next to me, facing me to find me hiding. He chuckled.

My eyes drifted to the exposed part of his shoulder my sheets didn't cover. How did a shoulder look so appealing?

"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

I nodded, eyes snapping to his. "I trust you."

It got quiet. I wasn't sure how to start our conversation and I knew he was waiting for me to begin since they were ideas that came straight out of my head. It took me a minute to finally get something out.

"So... my list."

He smiled. "Yes. Where would you like to start?"

"Uh... I guess the weirdest one? The... fox thing."

"We're both humans. What foxes do in the mating process is something only they do. As Yoko, there was never any locking together because I spent my time with a human-like body."

"Okay. That makes me feel better."

"It was an interesting thought."

"I thought about a lot of things... as you saw."

"I'm glad you felt comfortable enough with me to bring it up." Kurama reached out for my hand and slipped his fingers between mine. "What's next?"

We didn't sleep much that night, me bringing up each item on my list and Kurama answering them honestly and realistically. I felt a little better about what we laid out for us, for our relationship. And I liked that we almost had a tiered list from what we were okay with attempting first to things that would require a more comfortable sexual relationship to attempt. I fell asleep comforted by our choices and with Kurama's arms around me.

•••••

I woke up in the morning with my face wedged under his chin, my nose brushing against his collarbone. His arms were still around me and made it too hard to want to get out of bed.

"Good morning."

I groaned and scooted closer to him. "I don't wanna wake up yet."

"You can stay in bed all day if you want to," he said. "I have no intention of disturbing you."

"You're not... You're not going to leave me when I fall asleep again, are you?"

"I'll stay if you wish it."

"I want you to stay." I hummed and rubbed my nose along his neck. His skin was so smooth. "I like you here... You should stay over more often."

He chuckled and shifted to his back. He raised his arms to let me snuggle against him again before circling me with one and brushing my hair with the other. "I'm sure that can be arranged."

"Mmm... I love you."

"I love you, too. Go back to sleep, Ichika."

My hand rested on his stomach a second before I slid it up to his chest where it stayed as I fell back into dreamland. Having him there made for the most relaxing way to wake up and fall asleep. I loved it. And I loved it more when he was still there a couple of hours later.

He was asleep with his head turned away from me. His hair was still perfect in its ponytail, which made me wish for hair that always looked that good.

I pulled myself up a little so I could hide my face in his neck. He shifted but didn't wake. Closing my eyes, I felt his heartbeat against my nose. His scent washed over me.

After a few minutes, I left a soft kiss on his neck and carefully climbed out of bed to take care of Ichigo. I sat the fox's breakfast on the floor when I heard my bedroom door open. I grinned at my sleepy boyfriend as he neared me.

"Sleep well?" I asked.

"Very well."

I wrapped my arms around him. "You're always welcome to stay over any time."

He smiled and kissed my nose. Slipping out of my arms, he went to the kitchen and started some breakfast.

"Do you want me to wash what you wore yesterday for you? I can't imagine you want to go home in dirty clothes."

"I don't mind either way. If you want to, I'm not opposed."

I poked my head into the kitchen. "Where'd you lay your things?"

"I left them folded in your guest room. I didn't want to leave them in the bathroom."

"Okay. Feel free to wear those sweats after you shower." I blushed suddenly. "Uh... and if you want clean underwear, I suggest you add them to your laundry."

He smirked, green eyes twinkling. "Already taken care of."

I blinked. I resisted the urge to look down at him and scampered down the hall to get his things. He actually slept in my bed without underwear and I couldn't think about anything else except how ridiculously hot I found it. Sure, I was blushing from head to toe, but he felt comfortable enough with me, in my house, to sleep commando. Any resolve I had to wait a little longer slipped away at the thought.

•••••

With both of us planning for a day off, after I asked him to stay over, made for a perfect day. We didn't leave my house for anything. Lunch was ordered in. We didn't change out of our pajamas - yay for me. And we watched so many movies they started melding together. Kurama did take the time to show me some safe plants and flowers from Demon World and we talked about everything under the sun. I put out an array of blankets and pillows on the floor in front of my couch where we spent the majority of our day. It was perfect.

"Do you think we'll be together for a long time?" I asked.

"I would hope so. You're very special to me."

I brushed my fingers through his hair, tucking some behind his ear as I watched my movements. I smiled when his eyes drooped slightly. "Good. I like having you around... a lot."

He hummed deep in his chest and turned to plant a long kiss to my mouth.

I made a sound but fell into the kiss easily. My hand slid up his chest and neck where it settled in his hair. My fingers clenched around the red locks as Kurama angled the kiss more to deepen it. My stomach flipped at the thought of things going further on my living room floor.

But he stopped with a few gentle kisses and a smile. He placed a hand on my thigh and kept it there, bringing his attention back to the movie.

"You can't just kiss me like that and leave me hanging," I said, looking back at the TV.

"Do you want more?" He squeezed my leg.

"I don't know... Yeah... Especially if you kiss me like that again."

"Are you sure? I won't do anything unless you give me a definitive yes."

I shrugged and slouched. I was confusing myself. I just needed to go for it. It would be the only way to get something started.

"Come here."

Looking up, I watched Kurama spread his legs wide enough for me to sit between. He patted the floor to invite me over.

I timidly crawled over one leg and settled with my back against his chest. He was warm.

He wrapped his arms around me and put his chin on my shoulder. He nuzzled the side of my head.

"What do you want, Ichika?"

I shivered when his breath hit my ear. "You... but my heart is racing like I'm about to have a heart attack."

"We can start small if it helps."

"Small?" Ideas popped into my head and I sputtered. "Oh! Uh, ah... um... right here?"

"If you want."

I shivered and trembled from an overload of nervous energy.

Kurama chuckled as he kissed the side of my head. "It's cute how embarrassed you are."

"Should we-we bring up the topic more often so I get used to it? Or... should we... let it happen?"

Kurama pulled me closer. "Do you want me to take control of the situation? Do I need to initiate?"

I stared at his arms on my stomach. "If I ask you to stop... will you?"

"Every time. I will never force you into something you don't want to do." He paused, thinking about high school. "Never again."

Taking a few deep breaths and clenching my eyes shut for a few seconds, I decided.

"Okay."

His lips caressed my jaw. "If you don't tell me to stop, should we be worried about a little one? I didn't bring anything to prevent that from happening. I wasn't expecting this to happen when I came over yesterday."

"Oh, um... I've got this thing in my arm." I poked the spot where the implant sat under the skin. "It's new, so... if I don't chicken out, we'll be okay."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah."

Gracefully, Kurama repositioned me around so I was on my back staring up at him. He kissed my forehead followed by my lips. His hair tickled my neck, making me shiver from the feeling. Slowly, his lips trailed along my jaw and down my throat until he stopped. He sat up, resting his weight on one hip and holding himself up with one arm.

He smiled at me while his other hand reached over and caressed my face. "Whatever I do that you're uncomfortable with, say something."

I nodded, covering his hand with mine.

Kurama bent down and kissed me softly, reminding me that I was safe with him. Then his lips meandered to my jaw and my neck all while his hand trailed down the other side of my neck, over my collarbone, down the center of my chest, and settled at the hem of my shirt.

I exhaled a little louder when his fingertips glided against the skin of my stomach, my shirt being pulled up to reveal it. Goosebumps rose everywhere he touched.

He kissed my lips again before sitting back up to watch my reactions and his hand explore my skin.

The fact I forewent putting on a bra that morning didn't cross my mind until Kurama's fingers brushed against skin usually covered. I gasped and gripped the arm holding him up. His eyes shifted to mine, but he didn't stop. I didn't want him to.

Kurama didn't tease or play the higher his hand went. His fingers touched places I didn't know felt good, thus setting my skin on fire the longer he stimulated my skin. He didn't spend a lot of time around my chest, moving his hand back down to my stomach and to the waistband of my sleep pants.

We looked at each other. My grip tightened on his arm. I silently urged him forward. He kissed me again just as his hand slipped under the band of my underwear.

I sucked in a breath. My eyes closed and my legs spread apart without conscious thought. I didn't know Kurama watched me. I didn't even realize he stopped kissing me. All I knew was the feeling growing in my abdomen and the anchor I made with his arm.

My eyes shot open and my hips jerked when his finger slid inside me. Something akin to a moan left my lips before he pulled me into another kiss. Another finger joined the other while his thumb touched the spot that quickly sent me over the edge, back arching and hands clenching onto anything that kept me steady.

Kurama removed his hand completely and kissed me softly. His nose traced my cheek, making my whole body tingle as I came down from my high.

"Are you okay?" He kissed my cheek.

I nodded, eyes still closed and my body well aware of the soft blankets under me.

"Would you like to keep going?"

There was no hesitation as I nodded once more, finally looking at Kurama.

His hands calmly preoccupied themselves with the buttons on my nightshirt. When he undid the final button, my nerves came back tenfold at the thought of him seeing me naked with so much light coming into the living room. Instead, Kurama let the shirt fall back against my skin, leaving a couple of inches of flesh between the two parts.

His lips pressed against my throat and followed the line of flesh down to my stomach until he gripped my pants on either side of my hips. He looked at me with intense eyes. "Do you still want this?"

An overwhelming amount of emotion coursed through me as I sat up to captured his lips while nodding. I held onto his shoulders to keep me from melting onto the floor in front of him.

With his lips still attached to mine, he laid me back. He let me kiss him over and over before returning to his original task.

He didn't stare when he tossed my bottoms aside. He brought both hands to my thighs, squeezed once, and then crawled back up to my lips.

Something about Kurama crawling up to meet our lips together sent my hormones to the moon. The way he was so gentle kissing me after doing something so unbelievably sexy didn't help either.

One more kiss and he shifted up higher, leaving me to stare at his chest. I was confused by the action until he took one of my hands and placed it at the waist of his sweatpants. It clicked. I leaned up to kiss his chest to tell him I understood.

Before I could think myself nervous again, I used both hands and tugged down. I was slightly distracted by the soft sigh from Kurama's mouth, but far more aware of what I revealed. My brain couldn't compute how he was supposed to fit inside me, how any man fits inside a woman. There was no way. No way.

Kurama noticed my pause and sat back, straddling my waist. I was very aware of what nudged my stomach.

"We'll go at your pace, Ichika." He took my hands and squeezed them. "If you want to stop, tell me."

No matter how foreign the male physique was to me, I didn't want to stop. Yes, the way we were going to join together was something I wasn't used to, but I wanted it to happen. If his fingers were any indication of how it would feel, I would be okay... I hoped as I glanced down.

Kurama chuckled lightly. "Come here." He scooted back to sit between my knees, removing his pants in the process.

I sat up and let him pull me a little closer. It put me extremely close to what I was nervous about.

"Give me your hand."

My eyes widened. "W-Why?"

"If you want us to go farther, I'm going to help you feel more comfortable. I'm not forcing you to do this and I'll stop right now if you don't want to. I want you to be comfortable. You're in control. Do you want to do this or not?"

"No, I do."

He held his hand out. "Let me help you then."

Timidly, I placed my hand in his and stared into his eyes.

"Relax. There's nothing to be afraid of."

I watched closely as Kurama brought my hand down. He wrapped my fingers around him before letting go of my hand completely. I was aware of the warmth of his skin and the way he paused to ease his breathing. Unintentionally, my hand twitched, tightening around him. His breathing techniques went out the window as his eyes fluttered shut and he let out a long breath.

"I didn't...I  didn't mean to-"

Kurama's laugh was light, airy. "No. It's okay. It was a good thing." He opened his eyes again. "You're supposed to do that. I want you to learn how I react, how it feels... Get used to it. I'll tell you went I can't take it anymore."

"O-Okay."

He leaned in to kiss my lips, causing him to shift in my hand just as I clenched it. He made a sound of surprised pleasure and laughed again. He nuzzled my head. "It seems I may not last as I hoped. My human body isn't accustomed to a woman's touch like Yoko was."

"What should I do then?" I took my hand away, my face red from the sound he made.

"Don't worry about it. From what I understand, it isn't unusual for men to lose themselves quickly the first time they sleep with a woman."

"So... should we... ya know?"

"As long as you're willing."

"You don't have to keep checking in with me, Kurama..."

He took my mouth sweetly. "I do. I want you to have every opportunity to stop this if you're uneasy. I love you and want you to decide where this ends."

Thinking, I looked into Kurama's eyes. Then my gaze traveled down his chest and lower still. Heat pooled in my lower abdomen at the sight of him, legs spread out to accommodate me and what I knew I wanted.

With brave movements, I got up on my knees and crawled closer, straddling his waist. I looked down at him and he gazed up at me. His hands gripped my hips while he kissed my stomach. My hands shook as I reached down to grab him again and lined myself up awkwardly. I barely sank down onto him when I had to pause. It hurt. It wasn't so bad I wanted to stop, but it didn't feel good.

"Take your time," he breathed, kissing my skin again.

I lowered myself a little more. Kurama closed his eyes again, his hands tightening on my hips. And again I moved. It already hurt less and made a low sound rise out of Kurama. That was enough to sit all the way down... just to hear the sound again mingled in with my own moan.

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I rested against him, getting used to the feeling of him inside me. My muscles twitched slightly, causing Kurama to breathe a little faster.

"Are you... Do you feel okay?"

The strain in his voice sent my hips into a short motion, leaving both of us struggling to breathe.

"S-Sorry," I whispered, pressing my front against his to hold myself still. I wanted to stay there until we couldn't bear it any longer. "I feel... amazing."

A chuckle. One of his hands left my hip and traveled southward, touching me again. I gasped, grinding my hips against him. "Just wait," he said before capturing my mouth.

As his fingers moved against me, I moved against him. A few times I felt him barely slide out of me as I let my body move as it wanted, sounds escaping my lips in ways that would embarrass me later.

It was the moment I felt him finish and he moaned in my ear when the feeling inside me burst for a second time. His arms held me steady as I sighed and rode the feeling out until Kurama could no longer take the stimulation. He pulled out, but let me slow against his fingers.

My lips met his in a slow deep kiss once I settled on his lap. My fingers tangled in his hair and I tilted my head.

Kurama broke the kiss eventually with a low laugh. "We need to take a moment before instigating anything else. As much as I would like to repeat that again, I physically cannot go again for a moment. The curse of being a man, I suppose."

"Mmm..." I kissed him again. "I understand. My brain still needs to catch up... What... What does my soul feel like?"

"Pure... warm... like it was meant to be with me."

"Sounds... overwhelming." I ran my fingers through his hair to bring me closer to Earth.

"Maybe we should clean up."

I nodded. "Shower together?"

He smiled. "I'll smell like you."

"I don't care. I'm more interested in what could happen... again."

"All it took was one time for you to become addicted."

"Because of you."

"We'll try again later. Let's just shower for now." Kurama left a light kiss on my shoulder. "Come on."

He helped me to my feet, shedding me of my sleep shirt with a long kiss, and leading me to my bathroom.

•••••

"It finally happened," Shizuru smirked.

It was a month later and New Year's Eve. Yukina invited everyone up to a temple belonging to an older woman named Genkai - someone special to the spirit detectives. I liked her. She was the perfect amount of snarky, especially toward Yusuke.

Kurama and I didn't get to see our friends much during the month because of their travel and our busyness with other less wholesome things. So Shizuru hadn't seen me since before Kurama and I slept together.

"Why do you think that?"

"Aside from your perky attitude? Kurama's aura has a bit of you mixed in. The soul transfer thing, right?"

"Guess so. Only happened the first time though. He doesn't want to eat it like Saito, so it probably became a part of him. I don't understand it."

"First time? When did it happen first and how many times has it happened since?"

"Uh, the first time was a little over a month ago... and basically every day since."

Shizuru whistled. "Damn. No wonder you two look so happy. You really found something special, huh?"

"Yeah." I looked to where Kurama was playing a strategy game with Yusuke, Genkai, and Kuwabara. "I'm really happy."

"I know. Your aura is trying to blind me."

I laughed. "Can't help it."

Botan came over with finger food for us. "What are you ladies jabbering about?"

"Kurama and Ichika had sex."

"Shizuru!" I gasped.

"What? And you didn't tell me?! When?"

"Apparently, a month ago," Shizuru answered.

Botan's mouth hung open. "A month ago?! Why didn't you say anything?!"

"I love you, Botan, but I don't go around announcing when I have sex to my friends."

"They've been busy doing it every day. They're trying to beat the libido of rabbits."

"Every day?! Oh, my..."

I shrugged. "Kurama is good looking and... and I really like him."

"And I'm sure a certain body part of his," Shizuru teased.

"Well, yeah, but I love him for him. He's amazing."

"Aw! Have you told him you love him?"

"Uh-huh. I started crying because he was being so sweet. It was the same day he stayed the night."

"You two just did everything in the same night."

"We didn't have sex until the next day... after lunch."

Botan took my hand. "What was it like? Where did it happen? What is Kurama like?"

"Uh... it was the best feeling in the world... living room floor... and he was sweet, caring."

"What's he got going on?" Shizuru smirked, lighting up a cigarette.

"That is something only I get to know."

"Are there any odd places you've... you know?"

"Botan... do you really want to know these things?"

"Yes... for research!"

"Are you finally making a move on the prince?"

"What!? No! I just don't think I'll be single for the rest of my existence..."

I chuckled. "Why odd places? Are you into some weird stuff?"

"Just curious."

Shizuru crossed her arms, her smirk still in place.

"Okay. If I hear that you've told anyone anything I tell you, I will kill you. Got it?"

Botan nodded.

"All right. My personal favorite was the counter. Getting a slightly better angle to watch things happen is... well, it's hot and really gets things going. In front of a mirror is also a personal favorite of mine," I blushed. "I think Kurama prefers our beds because I'm less likely to get hurt if we do something a little, uh, a little rougher. The weirdest place, but also the most thrilling, was in the library in Koenma's palace."

"You did that there!?"

"I wanted to look at more of the books about Demon World and Spirit World, so Kurama asked if we could go to the library. Koenma agreed and we went. We didn't mean for it to happen. I accidentally came across a book soul transfers... things sorta went from there when Kurama agreed with the description of what it feels like in a moment of passion. I started it."

"Wow. I didn't expect you two to be so... adventurous."

"I don't think we expected it either."

The three of us noticed our friends gathering over by the stairs that led up to the temple where the whole city was in view.

"As much as I'm sure you want to hear about my love life, I would like to go join my boyfriend before the fireworks start."

"Keep it PG-13," Shizuru said as I skipped over to Kurama who waited patiently for me in the distance.

I kissed him. "Hi."

"You're happy."

"I'm here with you... with our friends."

The bridge of his nose turned a flattering pink against his pale complexion. "What were you talking about with Shizuru and Botan?"

"Don't be embarrassed, but I was talking to them about us. I didn't give them details, I promise. Botan wanted to know weird places we've... yeah."

"Women talk about anything, don't they?"

"I guess so. I couldn't resist answering them. I love talking about you. You're perfect."

Kurama pulled me into a sweet kiss. "If anyone is perfect, it's you, Ichika."

"You're so cute," I said, kissing him back.

"Hey, the disgusting couple over there!" Yusuke shouted out. "Quit confessing your love for each other and c'mon! You're gonna miss the countdown!"

Laughing, I pulled Kurama behind me to join our friends. I sat on a step and urged Kurama to do the same. He sat behind me, allowing me to settle between his knees, my head falling back against his chest. His arms circled my shoulders and I grabbed his forearms to hold him there.

Eventually, we started the countdown to midnight, our shouts getting louder as we neared the end of the year. Fireworks shot up into the sky all over the city in celebration.

I only saw a few fireworks before Kurama tilted my head back to plant a loving kiss on my mouth. He stopped long enough to whisper good wishes for the new year. I responded by bringing him back to my lips, my hand pulling him closer at the back of his head.

"You two are making me sick."

Without hesitation, I went into another kiss with a lot of tongue while flipping Yusuke off.

Kurama exited the kiss chuckling and wiping his mouth. He did the same for me and left a final peck before helping me to my feet.

The party ended there, each friend returning to their respective homes. Kurama came home with me, happy to rein in the new year in a way only we could - thanks to my coaxing.

As I went to bed that night wrapped up in Kurama's arms and my face tucked into his neck, I felt the excitement of a new year with him bubble over. I didn't know what it would bring. I just knew I couldn't wait to see. And what a year it would be.

[glowingbadger]

Okay, so I had a thought for our dear fox boy, Kurama.... Imagine, "trying" to tease him by going down on him only to suddenly switch it up and go down on you instead, especially when you least expect it as revenge. You're on the phone with your best friend and suddenly he's there between your legs, but you can't say anything or let your friend know.

Oh-hoo, a most excellent concept, friend- and actually plays into a couple things I've written about Kurama before too, so I guess I should have seen this coming xD

Also this all just reminded me that I HAVE to do some sketches of the YYH boys in late 90's fashion. Ugh, what absolute icons.

Kurama (YYH) x AFAB Reader

NSFW 18+ v

Kurama's hair splays out across the pillow, making him look for all the world like a lounging ingenue in a romantic painting. Still, those emerald eyes level on you with a sharp cunning that tells you clearly where you stand. He wears a subdued smile that someone who didn't know him might find pleasant, charming- but you know what the grin of a fox spirit really means.

"Feeling rather bold today, aren't you?" he says, his tone light and conversational, even as your hands run down his chest and the toned contours of his abdomen from atop his clothing.

"Well, it doesn't seem fair for you to call the shots all the time," you reply from your position straddling his hips. You like to think you sound the part of the confident seductress, but your heart leaps every time you meet Kurama's calculated gaze. You may be in the "dominant" position, but you know you haven't nearly tamed him. For now, you'll just have to try to push him a bit further.

You kiss a slow and deliberate path down the center of his torso, undoing the buttons of his shirt one-by-one, and revelling in the feeling of firm muscle shifting and flexing at your touch. Kurama lets out an openly pleasured sigh, and doesn't shy away in the slightest as your hands reach the front of his jeans. With a playful little hum, you run your hand up along the bulge of his stiffening cock beneath layers of fabric. Very subtly, his hips shift up towards your touch, and you bite at your lip as your eyes flicker up to his yet unreadable expression.

"You must be much more sensitive than you let on, Kurama," you tease, tracing his length with a single finger, "You're already this hard, after all."

Just as you'd started to feel sure of having the upper hand, he props himself up on an elbow to observe you between his thighs. One hand reaches down to caress your cheek, ending at your chin, where his thumb runs the curve of your lower lip.

"Of course I am," he replies bluntly, "It's only natural when I desire you so ardently. Besides," he goes on, his grin curling into a smirk, "If your aim is retribution for all that I've done to you, then I imagine I have quite a thrilling evening to look forward to."

So much for flustering him, or even just getting him to act a little bit shy. Your cheeks burn hot, and you mumble,

"Should have tied you up. And gagged you, while we're at it."

"Hm. Perhaps you should have," Kurama replies casually.

This bastard. Is it really this impossible to gain the slightest bit of ground on him?

Impatient for results, you undo the front of his jeans, and tug them down with his boxers, freeing his impressive member from its confines. Kurama continues to watch you comfortably as you take the base of his cock in hand and slowly drag your tongue up the underside of his shaft. You can feel it twitching and swelling in your hand, hardening to its full size before too long. Frankly, you've half a mind to climb onto his lap and ride him then and there. He does so love to tease you- the chance to have him now without the usual exercise of restraint is undeniably tempting. For the time being, you satisfy yourself with gently licking and kissing his twitching manhood, letting the warmth of your breath and fleeting touches gently stimulate him.

He is clearly enjoying himself; aside from the soft murmurs of pleasure he grants you as your tongue circles the crown of his cock, his direct gaze hasn't wavered for even a moment. Still propped up above you, he absently strokes your hair in one hand as half-lidded eyes watch your attempts to provoke him.

"You mean to tease me, I see..." he says softly, his tone only hinting at his amusement. Even better concealed is the heady arousal building at his core- his desire to break this arrogant facade you've put on, to see you crumble back into obedience at his hands.

And as if by divine providence, his opportunity arrives.

The phone at the bedside table rings, and you pause to glance up at Kurama. Only the glint in his eye hints at his plan at first- but then, as you watch in disbelief, he picks up the phone before it's finished its third ring. He sits upright as he greets your friend on the line, and your body feels hot and cold all at once.

"Hm? Oh, yes- right here, in fact. One moment."

Kurama meets your eyes with a smirk and offers the phone to you with his hand cupped over the receiver. Your face is burning red, and you grumble near inaudibly,

"No fair!"

He gives a short laugh, tucking away his still-hard cock and then fixing his clothing with his free hand as he says,

"I apologize if I have ever given you the impression that I am 'fair' by nature." All at once, he catches you around the waist and pulls you down onto your back on the bed. You resist crying out in surprise, if only because when you look up at him and see the smouldering heat in his eyes, your breath catches in your chest. Then, without a word, he hands the phone to you. Biting nervously at your lower lip, you take it from him, clear your throat, and say,

"He-hey! How's it going?"

Your friend immediately launches into an excited ramble about the finale of a show she's been following obsessively for the last year and a half. Honestly, you should have expected this call- stupid of you to think you'd have the evening free with the finale airing. As she goes on about how "so many of her predictions were dead-on," Kuramas hands run indulgently down the contours of your body. Your heart races, and you can't help tensing, arching up against him just a little. Then, he's working your pants down off your hips, and you give him a pleading look that he meets like a stone wall.

"-- I mean, can you believe it?! It's like, exactly what I said would happen!!"

"Yeah, that's, uh," you struggle to keep up, but your eyes are fixed on Kurama lowering himself between your bared legs, "that's pretty wild..."

With a placade grin on his face, he kisses a trail down the inside curve of your thigh, his touches delicate and yet unreserved. Your eyelids flutter half-shut, but you force yourself to- more or less -follow the thread of your friend's rant. That is, until you feel the sting of Kurama's teeth at the soft flesh far up the inner curve of your thigh. He sucks a dark love-bite to your skin- one that you know will remind you of his presence there for days to come. Still, you manage to camouflage your gasp of shock and pleasure into a sudden cough.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, totally! Sorry, don't mind me- go on!" you babble out your reply in a hurry, knowing you won't be able to trust your voice when Kurama continues this torment. He chuckles silently behind his hand, and you pout uselessly at him. Rather than acknowledge this, he refocuses on his task as the phone rant continues. You do your best to keep a consistent stream of "Oh, yeah?" and "Wow, crazy!", all while elegant fingers spread your lower lips and warm breath teases your over-sensitive body. Then, without warning, his tongue glides firm across your aching clit. Your thighs twitch in around his head and you arch up from the bed.

"Woa--! That's... incredible!" you translate the gasp you desperately want to let out into a perhaps overly-enthusiastic reply. Fortunately, your friend is too caught up in her finale recap to police her own excitement, let alone yours. Still wearing that cocky smirk, Kurama pushes his hair back behind his ears, then returns to tease your clit with the tip of his tongue.

He doesn't let up after this, and frankly, your impulses are torn. Part of you wants to be as subtle as possible, to silently endure the slow, luxurious movements of his lips and tongue pulsing against your cunt and stiffened clit. Another part of you- the part you're fighting to subdue -wants to grab onto that silky red hair and grind against him, to rush yourself to your climax and to spare yourself further torture. But you and Kurama both know you won't be able to keep quiet if you do. So you fuss anxiously with the phone's tangled cord, shifting and squirming on the bed beneath him and biting back pleasured gasps and whimpers.

Your legs are trembling around him and you're positively soaked with your arousal and his saliva. Leaning back on the pillow, you scrunch your eyes closed and take a deep breath.

"Oh- you remember that one voice actor I told you about?"

"Yeah, uh," you struggle to pull your thoughts together, but Kurama nudges the flat of his tongue rhythmically against your clit, and your body is begging for release, "This show... was his first big on-screen thing, right?" you manage to choke out. As though pleased by your performance, your lover gives a soft hum that sends his breath fluttering over your vulnerable skin, then presses more firmly into you. His skillful tongue teases your entrance for a moment, rubbing into you while your muscles tighten, instinctively longing for friction, for something inside, for something to cling to. You're panting silently, biting at your finger to keep quiet while your friend tells you all about her latest celebrity crush.

So close. You're so dangerously close to the rush of your climax. But you hold on, every inch of your body aching with need and restraint. Kurama can obviously sense the desperate state you're in, and you know that he's savoring it. And yet, when you glance down to watch the erotic movements of his mouth, the way his eyes devour you, the way his hands grip at your hips- you realize that you don't have it in you to care about your pride anymore.

"Anyway, they're airing an interview with the cast soon, so I gotta go so I don't miss it."

The words are a beacon of hope, and while your friend apologizes for cutting out so suddenly, you assure her again and again that you don't mind.

"Really, you should... go- uh, go enjoy the thing!"

Kurama's lips seal around your clit and the dearly sensitive surrounding flesh. His tongue flicks across the hard little bundle over and over, his hands firm at your hips, holding you strictly in place. He's not holding back anymore. Your eyes roll back and your body burns, but you keep yourself silent. Just a little longer. Don't let him make you cum- not yet. He feels too good- and you know he wouldn't care if you screamed his name for your friend or anyone else to hear.

"Oh, also, we should totally grab coffee or something soon!"

"Yeah- that sounds really good-!" your back arcs up from the sheets.

"Cool! I'll call again soon, byeeee!"

You hear the click of the receiver on the other end. Your arms go limp, dropping the phone to the floor. Kurama leans over you, pushing himself against you while his tongue works your clit and you gasp aloud for him.

"Kurama! Ohhh... Oh, God- I'm-!"

A tingling, sparkling wave of pleasure explodes from your core and rushes across the surface of your skin. You can't remember the last time you came this hard, and you imagine Kurama can feel what he's doing to you. Your taste coats his tongue, one shaky hand weaves your fingers through his hair as your hips buck towards him. With one last desperate cry of his name, you relax back onto the bed, your boneless limbs making you feel like a puddle of mindless bliss.

Panting, practically gasping for breath, your unfocused eyes gaze up at the ceiling as the last tremors of your climax pass through you.

"Haa... Mm, Kurama..." you whimper out as he places one last kiss to your now soaked folds.

He crawls up atop you, and a gentle hand turns your face to him. His smile is warm and openly affectionate, and he caresses your cheek like a groom at the altar. Looking at him now, it's hard to imagine he's the same man who just put you through that unique form of torture. You're still catching your breath, and when he kisses you with all the tenderness in the world, you can hardly even reciprocate.

"Well done, my love," he says at last, "Do you think you can continue to behave for me tonight?"

Some distant part of your mind realizes that you've been manipulated- that he's utterly dismantled your attempt at dominance. You should be frustrated. You should try to regain the upper hand and show him that he doesn't always gets to be in control. Instead, your half-lidded eyes meet him and you murmur,

"Yes... I'll be good..."

[genkais-arcade]

Something occurred to me the other day about Shiori and Kurama and I can't stop thinking about it.

In All or Nothing, around the 3:00 mark, we see that Kurama being around his classmate made her more spiritually sensitive, she could see the demon he killed at their school and everything.

So like, what does that mean for his mother who grew him in her body for 9 months, and is constantly around him? I feel like that logic would be amplified a lot in her case. Like, BIG TIME. She shared her blood and bones with a demon for months.

I wonder if the manga addresses these questions because I haven't read it but based on the anime and what it presents, Shiori should be able to perceive demons, etc.

Thinking about this in terms of my idea for a Kurama-based horror story that involves complexity with his mother. I want to write a story that strays from the "mother's love conquers all" that we're presented with in Kurama.

[thorns-without-a-rose]

[orion-yyh]

Harvest 🍓🍓🍓

For fall event prompt 2 Harvest.

The little kid said he'd guard the fruits but...well, guess he's just taking his payment in advance 😂. Kurama jr in a fox onesie is too cute for this world.

@yyh-revival

[reikaidetective]

Imagine Hiei telling Kurama everything ( or a lot of things ).

Just imagine telling him something and he's just snitching on you to Kurama telepathically. He'd have the ultimate win and you'd never know unless Kurama confronts you.

[idontblushsrry]

Sore Loser||Kurama/Shuiichi Minamino

Words: 804

Plot Synopsis: Kurama beats you at a game of Mario Kart and you’re a kind of sore loser about it

The fact that the infamous demon Youko Kurama even ended up in this situation at all is incredibly funny if not hilarious, especially coupled with the fact that he’s only in this situation basically because he is Youko Kurama.

So here he is, sitting on the couch while you pout in the room and tell him to “get comfortable!”. Sure this wouldn’t last longer than a night (at least he hopes it doesn’t) but what does one do when their lover is angry at them for winning in a game of Mario Kart.

Well… multiple games of Mario Kart. He’s nothing if not competitive and admittedly a bit petty.

When you declared that you could beat him with your eyes closed but you swore to go easy since he’s a “newbie”. 

The first 3 rounds were fun, competitive, light-hearted, filled with loving jabs as Kurama easily won with you close behind him. That wore off by the 5th round, and by the 6th, you’d gone completely silent in concentration and were furiously mashing buttons and moving your body with the joystick in an effort to beat Kurama who hadn’t even been paying attention to the screen. His eyes were instead focused on you, the love of his life, and how you looked radiant even when getting worked up over a game.

By the 10th round you were basically seething. Round after round of your calls for rematches ending in bitter defeats chipping away at your patience and sympathy for Kurama.

When he suggested that maybe you both sit down and get comfortable on the couch and watch a movie together you agreed. But when Kurama got up to microwave some popcorn you’d left and slammed the bedroom door.

Now he was here, the couch was comfortable, you’d both bought it for that reason. But he wasn’t entirely sure how comfortable it’d be for sleeping on considering the fact that it didn’t have a lot of space for him to stretch out.

As Kurama stood there calculating how best to position himself to survive the immediate night, you opened the door to the room and put a few blankets and pillows on the couch for him. It seemed as though your petty fit was going to last the whole night. At least you brought him something to, in your words ‘get comfortable’.

“Darling, if you’re upset about Mario Kart, I do apologize.”

“Kurama, I know you’re trying not to laugh right now. I’m serious though.”, you huffed and turned to march back towards your guys’ shared bedroom. Kurama laughed lowly, watching you go with a smile that said he was getting his way regardless.

It was late as hell. You’d already put your hair up into a bonnet and koala-ed around a pillow that smelled of Kurama as a replacement for him. 

Was it petty as all hell to make him sleep on the couch for beating you at a game? Yes

Were you currently regretting the life choices that led you to being cuddled up with a pillow instead of your long-time boyfriend? ...A little.

Was your reaction justified? Jury’s still out on that one.

Honestly, you were a little upset at yourself, that, coupled with your inability to sleep well without him made you all the more irritated which you used to fuel your irritation towards him. Mentally deciding to rematch him in the morning, you were about to force yourself asleep when something red reflected in the moonlight.

You sat up, rubbing your eyes and focusing them to see a fully blossomed rose.

Upon further inspection, you caught glimpses of a thorny stem  in the moonlight, vines trailing back under the door. You had a sneaking suspicion that if you followed the path, you’d find Kurama at the end of them.

You look from the rose to the door, then back again. Disbelief causing your jaw to drop before you closed it. Smiling and shaking your head, you wondered how he even managed to sneak the flower in here. Although, he did have his tricks.

The rose swells and explodes into a scattering of petals throughout the room, dousing it in the scent that most reminded you of your lover, more roses blooming along the vine to replace the initial one.

“Ok, I forgive you Kurama, don’t gotta twist my arm about it.”

You made your way to the living room where Kurama was staying, careful to avoid the thorns on the roses, although it’s not like they could truly hurt you, Kurama’s plants never did.

You slid into his arms, welcome and waiting, “I’m sorry Kura, I shouldn’t have gotten so worked up over a game.”

He kisses your forehead, snuggling deeper into you, “I apologize as well my love, I lied to you about never having played before.”

“YOU WHAT?!”