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Nonsexual acts of Intimacy: your muse wearing their clothes.

⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— Still half asleep, Hatori grumbled quietly as the sun peeked in through the paper blinds, shining just ever so conveniently right into his line of sight. With a grumpy huff, he rolled over to hug Tomoe close for warmth, but it was quickly evident that the yokai was not next to him. Sitting up, Hatori spotted the fox at the end of the bed, seemingly playing dressing up with Hatori’s work clothes. The fox was just finishing up buttoning the white shirt, and looked to be rather pleased with himself- that tail of his was twitching excitedly.

“You look nice,” Hatori mused, the softest chuckle escaping him and he pushed the covers back and motioned for the fox to come a bit closer. “I hadn’t realized my clothes were of any interest to you. They’re a bit big on you, the sleeves are a tad too long, but I wouldn’t mind you wearing a suit every once in awhile. While I do like your usual yukata, I can’t deny that you look stunning in more refined clothing. Why don’t you try on the lab coat as well?”

tomoethelandgodfamiliar:

Having returned home for a few days to take credit of the shrine. Tomoe stood out side greeting small forest spirits who had come to wish him good health. As he finished seeing the last spirit off he felt eyes on him. Looking over at the veranda of the shrine he spotted his dragon. His mate. He smiled and gracefully made his way over to him “what are you doing here? I thought work was going to keep you for a while? ” he asked as he smiled up at him

{♞} — Hatori slipped his hand down into the pocket of his long, black trench coat, having patiently waited his turn to get to greet his partner. “Yes, that had originally been the plan, but I was able to take an hour or two off early, “ Hatori explained, leaning down to gently peck the yokai’s cheek. “I see you’ve been very busy, however. I’ve been waiting for a little while now. I hadn’t realized you were so popular among the other spirits. I must say, I’m rather proud to be able to boast that you are my mate, Tomoe.”

Lust

7 Deadly Sins Headcanons

Lust: Hatori has two discernible kinks concerning the bedroom. He enjoys a bit of doctor-patient play as way to blow off steam from his usually rather stressful place of employment. He also enjoys watching his partners pleasure themselves in front of him, but only for so long before he joins and relieves them of that duty.

Honestly, I can’t describe how amazing it is that my interpretation of Hatori has inspired people to write their own pieces of fanfiction for me. It’s like when someone draws your OCs- it is literally the highest fucking compliment and makes my entire day. emeraldsorcery, ladyxflame, and tomoethelandgodfamiliar have all literally taken time out of their lives to write fanfics for me and it just… It’s just such an incredibly kind gesture. They didn’t have to do that for me, but they did, and I appreciate it so much. 

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Tomoe had felt terrible about how he acted the night before. Being a child and whining wasn’t the way adults handled things. So knocking on hatoris office door he slowly enter “y..you got a moment? “

{♞} — Hatori spared a very quick glance over towards the door, currently knee-deep in patient files and trying desperately to find some rhyme or reason as to why they had suddenly gotten so out of order and mixed up. Hatori was an organized man by nature, but did he pick up after himself? No, of course not. He had maids– and usually an assistant– to do so for him. He had been struggling lately, swarmed with piles upon piles of documents. 

The dragon nearly did a double-take when he realized it wasn’t Akito just snooping around to be bothersome as she usually was- no, it was Tomoe. Setting his pen down, he turned his chair towards the yokai and folded his hands in his lap. “I… Yes, I suppose I do. Are you alright, Tomoe? It has been a few days…”

” we could always dress you as a oni”

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{♞} — “Is that because you believe me to be a demon?” Hatori inquired, tilting his head a bit to the side as he regarded the yokai warily. Giving a soft sigh, he tugged the fox closer to him, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist. “I would like to not terrify Momiji, he does suffer from some rather nasty nightmares… And I’d hate to frighten Kisa. Perhaps we could come up with something much less… Sinister?”

“Quit ignoring me!” The fox yelled grumpily. Being ignored wasn’t fun, but being alone night after night was less fun. He let out a sigh ” maybe I should just go back to the shrine….”

{♞} —

“Ignoring you?” Hatori murmured, unable to hide the bit of shock lacing his tone at the yokai’s scathing words. Almost immediately after picking up his office phone, the fox was snapping at him left and right, and now threatening to leave. The dragon closed his eyes, going silent for a bit as he listened closely to Tomoe’s words. So, yet another partner of his was running for the hills and leaving him behind to pick up the pieces? It was hardly surprising, Hatori knew how cumbersome having him as a partner could be. His entire life was dedicated to the God of the zodiac, he was at her beck and call 24/7; it was often that he left Tomoe alone at the house, though it wasn’t of his volition. 

This was out of his control. 

“I see,” Hatori breathed, his free hand curling into a fist, before he slipped it down into his pocket. His fingers nervously picked at the label of a bottle of pills that rest deep inside his doctor’s coat, nestled in there safely. “If… If that is truly what you wish, I will call and ask the maids to help you pack.” There was no point in trying to argue, Hatori could beg all he wanted- but keeping the fox here if he didn’t wish to be here was not even remotely satisfying. He had to let him go. “I… I suppose I would like to let you know that I didn’t wish for this to happen. I’ve tried very hard, Tomoe. I am sorry.”

tomoethelandgodfamiliar:

Tomoe blushes at his mention of handcuffs. He looked around the grains aile making sure they were alone. “I …i had no idea you were that kinky hatori I’m surprised. ” he whispered as a sly grin graced his lips

“ well then I will just have to as the dog if he has any” he whispered as he held his mates hand and continued his shopping

{♞} — “Ah, kinky? Oh, no, you misunderstand. I was hoping to procure a pair of handcuffs that I could use to chain you to the bed at night so you wouldn’t snoop around my office anymore. …Were you perhaps thinking about something more intimate?” Hatori teased quietly, his eyebrow cocking upwards as his fingers laced with the yokai’s. “However, you’re correct. If anyone were to own a pair, it would be the mutt. Not a single doubt about it.”

“Your under arrest for being cute. Put your hands were I can hold them”

SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING.

{♞} — There was split second of confusing; Hatori had no idea why Tomoe had suddenly halted in the grocery store aisle, and why the devious little fox was pointing a finger gun in his direction. His cheeks flushed, quickly glancing around to be sure they were alone on the grains aisle before he took a step closer. Smiling a bit, he reached out and curled his fingers around the tip of Tomoe’s ‘gun’ affectionately. 

“You’re under arrest for being cute. Put your hands were I can hold them.”

“You believe that I am cute? No, that is you, I’m afraid you are severely mistaken, Tomoe.” Dropping his voice to a whisper, he moved in even closer to the yokai, looking down at him with a cocked eyebrow as a look of mischief flitted across his usually lax features. “How unfortunate, and here I was, hoping you had an actual pair of handcuffs to play with. Ah well, I suppose holding hands is just as satisfying.”