#fox yokai x reader

[rednotebooksworld]

Fox Yokai in Heat

NSFW drabble

contains: masturbation, sexual fantasy, use of toys, and unrequited love (one-sided love towards reader)

Summary: a pinning turns to lust when Yuri enters his heat cycle

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His cycle snuck up on him this time around. Usually Yuri has his heat cycle memorized like clockwork yet this time he was surprised by it this morning when he woke up. He called into work to say he wasn’t going to be there due to… personal things… which was the unbearable feeling dizziness and the throbbing of his cock in his sweatpants that he wore to bed that night.

Yuri never missed work, well not never but working at the library was fun for him, mostly because he got to see a certain someone every day, You. Yuri liked you a lot, you’ve talked many times when you would come into the library and you both became very close friends.

He’s gained a bit of a crush on you, you were everything he wanted in a woman, sure you’re human but damn you gave him butterflies. You were smart, funny and very kind. You were absolutely gorgeous in his eyes. He wanted to worship the ground you walked on. The fox yokai was the biggest simp for you.

His rut really made his thought about you run wild. What would you look like underneath him as he thrusted into you? He wanted to here you moan his name. Wet dreams and masturbation were come place for him but his pinning after you made it more worth his while.

Yuri already stripped off his pants and underwear being uncomfortable in them due to how hard his cock felt and he was kinda laying on his bed as he fingered himself as he moaned your name. Mewls left his throat as he scissored his hole after add a another finger. Fuck, he needs more. Removing his fingers from his hole, Yuri scooted over to his bedside table and opened the top drawer, taking out toy and some lube that kept.

His fluffy fox ears went back as soon as he ease the lube covered toy into his open hole. Mewls left his mouth as well as squelching sounds echoed throughout his bedroom as he fisted his cock with his free hand, imagining it was yours as wondered to himself: would you peg him if he asked?

Yuri moaned at the thought of you making him get on all fours as you pounded into him with a strap, pre-cum leaked from his tip as he jerked himself off. A growl rumbled from his throat as he reached his climax. His back arched as he came on his stomach letting out loud moans and slight growls, he honestly wished you caught all of cum with your mouth as his heat flared up again.

#monster nsft #monster fucker #monster x human #monster smut #monster x reader #monsterfuqqer #monsterfucker #red’s oc #monster #red’s oc: yuri #fox yokai #kitsune #kitsune x reader #fox yokai x reader #monster boyfriend #monster romance #monster lover

[theanimewriter]

How could a wild fox love a human

pairing: GN!reader x Tomoe Kamisama Kiss

genre:Fluff 

Warning: None! 

Summary: The tsundere fox starts to realize and accept that he may have feelings for you.(What’s it’s like for Tomoe to have a crush on you.)

The wild fox spirit could never be tamed,he was always mean and has a strong hatred towards humans.A mystery man,indeed.But what happens when a human comes along and show how they can handle a wild fox.

Tomoe never what to be in love,especially with a human.Why would he fall in love with someone like you.So annoying,and pushing or how lovely you look all the time,it’s dumb ‘cause you are just a human no matter if you’re his land god now.

By this,you can see that Tomoe does not like to think or like love that much.When he first met you,he saw you as a annoying pest that should be killed by now;but he start to feel strange around you.Like he what’s to be around you and keep you all to himself,never wanting to let you go,to keep you safe and let no harm come your way.

Tomoe has a very hard time understanding his feeling and how to even talk about how he feels. Tomoe is a very private and reserved person.He talks very little about his own past and how much he miss Mikage and he has a sense of fear that you would leave him one day as well.

Other than that,Tomoe would like if you have a good sense of humor,he would not like someone who take thing so seriously or if your way to silly as well.You just need the right amount to the point it’s not over the top or boring.

Tomoe always loves a good Adventure.Even if he’s may act like he doesn’t but he loves it.He gets to have fun (which he didn’t have for a long time) and he gets to spend time with you as a bonus.

Respect,is one of the most important thing he wants in a relationship with any kind of person he is really close too.And the other is trust,Tomoe wants nothing more than to have trust.It is very important for you to give them to him since he does (kind of) do this with you.

As time went on,Tomoe learn to tolerate your presence and actually starts to like it a lot.He still acts mean and still is a bit rough with you at times,but starting to show more concern for your well being and safety,than ever before.

It took a very long time before Tomoe would ever consider he has feelings for you,let alone accept it without making a fuss.But,he does have a good reason for doing this and if you know,it’s very hard for him.

Never judge Tomoe just basic on how he acts.He can be good but it’s hard for him to show kindness in a certain way, that you want him to.Just appreciates the things he does for you, even if he yells are such thing,he try’s to be kind in his own way.But one thing for sure,he would never hurt you.Ever.

Tomoe started to question himself a lot when he is around you.”Why did I think that” “Why did I do that just now” “I spoke without thinking, dammit!” This was all very confusing for Tomoe, because he know (or that he thinks that he knows) that a human and a Spirit could never love each other.

Tomoe always wants to be around you more so than before.He use the excuses that your are his land God and you can’t protect yourself against other yokai,but he just wants to be with you and can’t bare the thought of you leaving and never to return.

As the relationship getting better and Tomoe really started to understand you better.He gotten a bit more possessive of you,especially with other yokai or human start to hit on you, or worse they fall in love.

He can’t stop thinking about you and if you say that you don’t need his protection anymore, that you’re strong enough, knowing how to fight,there no need to be baby, and watch over all the time by him.He would be deeply sad by this,because that the only thing that he is useful for.He can’t do anything else but keep you safe,it’s his job and desire to watch over you.

It’s a long way for both of you to love each.But when the day come you know he would never leave you,for now you just have to go on the Adventures with him and all the others trying to understand all your feelings.

#tomoe kamisama #tomoe x reader #kamisama kiss tomoe #kamisama kiss #kamisama no ekohiiki #kamisama hajimemashita #anime x reader #anime boy #japanese yokai #headcanon #x reader #anime #romanticism #gn!reader #boyfriend #fox spirit #tsundere #feelings

[phyrestartr]

Divine Favour | Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader (TEASER)

#full is NSFW, mild yuuji/reader, yuuji and gang are v early 20s, heian sukuna, male reader, typical kitsune shapeshifting, mentions of abuse, typical canon violence, morally grey reader, sukuna has FEELINGS but is BAD AT FEELINGS

A/N: this fic is so long rn lol I just have to release a piece of it into the wild :sob: feel free to reply if you want to be tagged for the full story when it's ready

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You were never supposed to be anything more than a trinket. You were a gift from some family trying to show off for Sukuna, so much so that they offered him a delicacy, something he surely didn't have yet–a yokai. A kitsune, to be more exact. One with peculiar black tails. 

Sukuna found it interesting, and similarly desperate, to be brought such a creature as tribute. Certainly, it was meant to be seen as a high honour, yet somehow it felt…off. Why would humans give up something so powerful? 

Unexpectedly, it'd be you who told him. 

They submit me for the sake of convenience and mockery, your withering voice whispered where no one else could hear. You sounded weak. Tired. Maybe afraid, yet brave enough to reach towards the king and unveil the intentions of the men who brought you before him. 

Sukuna's eyes flicked to you, his feigned interest in what the sorcerers said falling straight into dismissal. You were much more intriguing. 

“Oh?” Sukuna asked, a smile creeping onto his face. The speakers ceased their jabbering and stared at your back with fierce intensity. Sukuna grinned wider. Oh, how he loved the way fear twisted mortal faces. 

You didn't shift or crumple into yourself under the eyes of so many, however. You pushed on with what little energy and life you had, so intent on dragging that clan through the mud. 

What I say is true, you assured simply. I expect to die today–

“Speak so everyone hears you, fox,” Sukuna commanded.

“--so I–I–” you coughed and cleared your throat, trying to rid your voice of the scratchy, weakness it struggled through. “I wish to not die with regrets.

“They have rendered me ill and unable to produce children, they see the black of my tails and regard me as an ill omen; yet they bring me to you, daring to spin sweet tales about the value of such an offering. But they lie,” You hissed. Your eyes glinted with molten malice, and Sukuna fell captivated. “They throw me to you as they would diseased meat to dogs.” 

The courtyard fell silent, and Sukuna basked in it. You really were such a little troublemaker. A quietly chaotic force of nature. 

The king stood, rolling his shoulders as he did, and his pride flared as you dropped to your knees before him in respect. He walked to you and patted your head as one might a child's before appraising the sorcerers stood before him. 

“What a disappointment,” Sukuna sighed, raising another hand. The couple took up position, pooling their cursed energy in hopes of fending off the monster standing before them. The effort was quite cute. “Here I thought your clan might actually earn my mercy.” His hand dropped as the two lunged. Then, the two clansmen fell, too, both in neat, vertical halves. Quite overkill, yes, but he had a point to make. 

Where he expected a reaction from you, he got nothing. Only panting and poorly-stifled coughs came from you, racking through the entirety of your skin and bones frame. Sukuna could see it up close now, the way your body trembled from fatigue, the sickly greying of your skin, the scent of disease clinging to you. 

That wouldn't do. Sukuna liked his things to be in good shape. 

“Uraume,” Sukuna droned as he stared down at you, “fix this.”

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x male reader #sukuna x m!reader #sukuna x you #jjk x you #male reader insert #male reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen reader insert #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x you

[ozzgin]

Here's a complete list of all my horror works to date.

Alien & Predator

Predator x Predator! Reader Headcanons

Predator x Predator! Reader Headcanons (II)

Predator x Predator! Reader Headcanons (III)

Predator x Predator! Reader Headcanons (IV)

Predator Headcanons: Predator! Reader in Tournament

Yandere! Androids Walter & David x Reader x Neomorph

Creepypasta

Yandere! Creepypasta x Reader (Jeff the Killer, Slenderman, Offenderman)

Creepypasta x Tall! Male Reader (Ben Drowned)

Yandere! Creepypasta x Eldritch! Reader (Ben Drowned)

Yandere! Creepypasta x Chav! Reader (Ticci-Toby, Eyeless Jack, Ben Drowned)

Yandere! Creepypasta x Reader (Ticci-Toby, Eyeless Jack)

Yandere! Creepypasta x Haunting! Reader (Eyeless Jack)

Yandere! Creepypasta x Reader (Jane the Killer)

Misc: Ben Drowned Fanart

Horror Movies & Games

Yandere! Valak x Reader

Pyramid Head x Reader

Yandere! Edward Scissorhands x Reader🎃

Yandere! Hannibal Lecter x Reader (Thanksgiving Special!)

Monsters

Complete list here

Work in Progress

Yandere! Pennywise x Reader

Yandere! Bughuul x Reader

Yandere! Father Paul x Reader x Angel

Yandere! Androids Walter & David x Reader x Neomorph (II)

[Request] Eldritch!Ben Drowned x Yokai! Fox Demon! Reader

#creepypasta masterlist #horror masterlist #alien masterlist

[contentloadingandstuff]

Perfect Match - Yae Miko & Lynette x Male!Hybrid!Reader

A/N: This is the start of a new fluff series, which will feature all the animal/yokai/adepti/hybrid girls and a reader of the same species - Kokomi included. If Fem!Readers will be interested, I might do a bit for the hybrid men. Enjoy! CW: Male!Reader, reader is the same species as the character, mentions of kids, might contain lore inaccuracies.

Having someone who can understand her and relate to her way of being is such an immense joy for Miko. Kitsune are nowhere near as numerous as they were back in the day, so having a handsome, charming and attractive one as her husband is a true blessing. 

As a fellow fox envoy, you have more than the necessary knowledge on fur care, so she'll gladly use your skills. Gentle brushes through her tails not only help keep them in pristine condition, but also feel wonderful. Nothing compares to your ear massages, however. When she lies in your arms and your hands scratch at them lightly, she just melts away, quietly mumbling about her day. 

If Miko feels more cuddly than usual, she will have no problem with asking you for some fox cuddles. Fox bodies are a great deal better for cuddles, with the fluffy fur and flexible, small bodies. There's no better thing than curling up on the beanbag in your bedroom on cold days. It adjusts so perfectly to your little, furry bodies, and retains warmth very well. If she's in the mood for scritches, you will be able to tell as she always lies down on the couch, belly up and ready for affection. 

Since you molt too, the ever-present hair is not as much of an annoyance for you. It also helps in diffusing the responsibility for stray hairs in food. Both of you have pink fur, so how will you prove it’s hers? 

Not transforming into her other form recklessly granted her one big advantage - anonymity. Even if she is a fox of rather refined taste, who said that simple and silly pleasures don't interest her? The rumors of two small foxes zooming around and playing in the woods under the cover of night always bring a smile to her face. Her mind still can't understand just why and how sprinting around and tackling each other is so fun. And when you’ve had enough fun, you can either go back home or find one of your well-furnished hiding spots and spend the night there, curled into each other without a care in the world.

Affection towards you comes naturally to her, obviously, but your Kitsune blood pokes at the more foxy part of her mind. When you’re alone, no matter the form, Miko has a tendency to nibble on you. It can be your shoulder, your lip, ear or finger. Her teeth are very sharp, true, but her gentleness removes any risk of harm to you. Just this simple and natural (for Kitsune) act tends to get some nice reactions out of you with how openly she admits it. The small, barely visible teeth marks look so good on your skin, so why should she hold herself back?

When the exhaustion from your secret zoomies kicks in, Miko will gladly have you climb up on the roof of your residence and stargaze. A single blanket and your hand in hers improves on the experience, changing it from grim and lonely to comforting and familiar. Four hundred years is a lot of time, but one day, both of you will roam the skies as Kitsune Ascendants, together, for as long as the universe itself exists. Miko never stops the dreamy sigh from escaping her lips while considering the future you two have before you. Perhaps, with enough time, you will even become genuine fox deities. 

For now, however, using life for all it's worth seems like a sound plan. Whenever a particular gust of boredom hits you, Miko will coax you into participating in her schemes. Her favorite type of activity is creating problems in the shrine - especially those of the "What would happen if Lady Guuji saw this?!" variety. As the shrine maidens would struggle to solve the conundrum, you and Miko would wait in your fox forms, hidden in some dark nook of the shrine, listening and waiting for the right moment. When it eventually comes, you would emerge from the hiding spot and turn back into human forms behind a corner, and approach the maiden seemingly out of nowhere. The looks of terror on their faces are sure to stick in her mind for weeks, if not months to come. 

Of course, turning into inanimate objects is also a possibility, but is a lot more risky. Since there's no mobility to be had, an escape in case of someone trying to use the item for its intended purpose, oblivious to the fact that it's actually you and Miko playing a prank would require a shift back to human form, which in turn would reveal Miko's fairly childish sense of humor. The only people she can fool recklessly are the maids, but they've learned by now that, in a Kitsune's home, nothing is as it seems. Pranking you is out of the question since you can easily pick up her scent, though it doesn't mean that she won't try to mask it with perfume or cook distractingly delicious food. Beware!

Occasionally, when you wrap your tails around each other and love for the other fills you to the absolute limit, you might just experience shared dreams. Your adventures are very varied in activities and locations, but all have just one thing in common - you.

Having and raising kids, especially as many as you were gifted with, is an enormous task, but as most things in life, does not go without its benefits. They are cute, amusingly chaotic and so lovely. They way they stalk finches and other birds, their irises expanding before pouncing and failing to catch it never fails to make her chuckle. Their play fights look concerning, but Miko knows better than to break them up. A few bruises and scratches never killed anyone. No matter what they do or what form they take, they are always eight balls of pure, chaotic Kitsune energy. 

Even if their stamina for spreading entropy is baffling, it's not infinite. They will drag themselves home eventually, dirty, exhausted, but absolutely happy - as children in that state usually are. After a big meal and a thorough bath, the kids will turn into their animal forms and snuggle up to you and Miko, thus forming a big pile of fur, ears, tails and snouts. It's extremely cozy, warm and relaxing, but the sheer amount of Kitsune makes it hard to crawl out of it in the morning. That said, getting a bigger beanbag is a good idea - who said those eight are the last kids Miko wants? 

It’s such a refreshment, to have someone who perfectly fits her needs. The chemistry between the two of you is natural, as in a world of noisy humans, feline blood guarantees at least a little quiet. 

Sure, she loves her brothers, but even they tend to be louder than she can take. Moving to your house was a notable step up in Lynette’s overall living comfort. Your movements, as silent and graceful as hers, never disturb her sleep nor catch her attention. Although for a child of The House that would be concerning, she never once caught you lying or acting even slightly suspicious.

Speaking of silence, most onlookers would never guess that you’re a couple if they were to examine your average day. Very few words are exchanged between you - your tails and ears, as well as subtle facial expressions, can signal almost everything. The right gaze into your eyes can get her exactly where she wants to be - be that an outing to a cafe, a cuddle session or an intimate moment - without the need to utter a single word. Frequently, your house is filled with nothing but the silent ticking of the clock. 

Having never experienced real intimacy, Lynette longs for your touch. She likes her cuddles tight and warm. There is no need for a fireplace to comfort her when she can snuggle into your arms and rest on your chest. The heat radiating from you is addictive, just as the rhythmic beating of your heart and gentle breathing are. Your touch is precise and skilled, scratching and caressing just the right spots to make her drowsy just after a few moments. What’s even more wonderful is the simple fact that you are nocturnal as well, meaning that you will never judge or get upset over her sleeping most of the day. Napping is her favorite activity, and should you join her, feels like heaven. 

Night is when you truly feel at home. The delightful stillness of the capital encourages exploration of the streets, now free of the crowds and bothersome noise. For somebody as agile as you two, scaling the outer walls is no problem, so the highest tier tends to be your hangout spot. Thanks to the wonders of portable kettles, it’s quite easy to have tea in the moonlight with Lynette, along with delectable biscuits. The nightly chill helps cool down the beverage, and in your excellent company, time flies by at breakneck speed. Before long, the sun rises again, and the Court Of Fontaine awakes. It’s not as much of a problem as it is an annoyance.

Being in a similar body to her means you face the same problems as she does, as well as share a few preferences. Your lifelong enjoyment of fish dishes means your skill in cooking them is up to par. Even despite being able to cook various exquisite and complex meals, such as the renowned Squirrel Fish, Lynette tends to ask for mostly simple salmon sushi. The strong taste of the raw fish coupled with the gentle base of rice tickles her taste buds in all the right ways. 

When it comes to ear and tail hygiene, she prefers to do it herself, but the care you provide on demand is undeniably pleasant. Lynette would much rather groom yours, without much real thought behind the reason as to why. Perhaps interacting with your unique features eases the feeling of standing out from the crowd? 

Sometimes, instead of a standard kiss, she might bump your cheek or touch your nose with hers. It's a silly little gesture, one that she will do her best to keep under wraps. One morning, however, somnolent Lynette did just that while greeting you in her family home. Luck had it that Freminet was the only witness… What would be if Lyney saw it? She wouldn't hear the end of it for at least a week, that's certain. 

Lynette is no stranger to catnip. Her sense of smell is as developed as that of a cat, and the plant still activates her hormones all the same. The magician used it only on a handful of occasions, scared of both clouding her mind and her brothers finding out. Now that she lives with you, the threat of the latter is no more, and she can enjoy her narcotic with you in privacy. Though the sober Lynette is reserved, the high Lynette is an absolute cuddlebug with her purring matching the dishwasher in volume. The sleep afterwards remains one of the best things in life in her opinion. 

Just use it in moderation. Addiction to catnip is a real problem amongst the feline population, and she doesn't want either of you going down that path. 

Thanks for reading!

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[lovehypegirl]

SACRED SAKURA

Paring: yae miko x kitsune!yokai!gn!reader wc: 442 description: a little cup of tea under the sakura branches warnings: none!

As a shrine maiden and a kitsune yokai, it was your duty to tend to the sacred sakura as seen fit

The branches swayed in the wind as you finished up your duties and your ears perked up as you heard a familiar footfall head in your direction

"y/n" a smooth voice called out earning your attention

"Guuji Yae" you bowed once you had turned in her direction

"How's your work been going as of late?" she caught one of the sakura petals between her slender fingers

Still not raising your head, you responded "Everything proceeds smoothly. All preparations towards the summer festivities will run without trouble"

She smiled and tapped your chin raising your head up

"You work quite hard don't you?" she tilted her head

"Um...I do the work you give for me to the best of my ability...such is my job" you looked to the side, slightly flustered at the sudden proximity

She turned your head towards her making you keep eye contact with her

"Well, you are my hardest working, my little fox...you deserve a little break~"

"Guuji..." This felt like a scene out of one of those short novels you secretly indulged yourself in...what was it? Oh...Pretty Please Kitsune Guuji?

You sighed to yourself

"If my Priestess insists...then I shall comply"

She guided you to a small clearing on the base of Mt. Yougo surrounded by sakura trees in full bloom

In the middle of the clearing laid a small table with a pot of tea already warmed up, two bowls of Fukuuchi Udon (Yae Mikos favorite), and a plate of sakura mochi

"My goodness Guuji Yae, did you have this prepared beforehand?"

"But of course! It had to be ready by the time we arrived"

"How did you know that I'd say yes?"

"Because, how could you ever refuse me?" She sent you a little wink

"How could I...yes....how could I ever refuse you" you said after she sat down

Following her actions...you sat down right across from her as she served you tea

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence as your four tails swept the grass behind you in content

"Four hundred years?" she questioned suddenly

"Hm? Ah..yes. Four hundred" you replied "It...seems like a lot now that I think about it...."

"Do you forget any of those earlier years?"

"I try not to. Experiences are meant to be treasured no matter the emotion they carry. Moments like these"

She smiles at your sweet words

The sakura sways above you as the sun sets behind the mountain. Two Kitsune sit in peace unaffected by the passing of time. Perhaps for an eternity...

#hypegirlwhispers #yae miko x gn reader #yae miko #yae miko x reader #genshin impact x reader #platonic genshin x reader #platonic yae miko x reader #genshin x reader #platonic genshin impact x reader #platonic genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact #platonic yae miko #platonic #genshin yae miko #genshin impact yae miko #yae miko genshin #yae miko genshin impact

[seravphs]

beating hearts promised to bared teeth — part one: “The God Finds A Familiar” 

KITSUNE! GOJO x GOD! FEM READER; KAMISAMA HAJIMEMASHITA AU

When a kind stranger offers you his home because your gambling addict of a father can’t pay rent, you’re left in charge of a shrine - with a catch. Once you arrive at your new home, you learn a crucial fact that he conveniently left out. You’re the new god in charge, and his familiar, who now belongs to you, does not like you. What’s a new god to do, especially when she finds herself slowly falling for the fox spirit?

wc — 10k

tags — enemies to lovers, shoujo manga heroine type reader, Japanese mythology/yokai, age gap (1000 year old fox and high school girl), slowburn, cameo from Sukuna, Toji, and Nanami, cameo from original Kamisama Hajimemashita cast

part two — “The God Finds A Husband” (coming soon)

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If your stomach growls any louder, you’ll scare off the squirrels fighting over the end of a baguette loaf by the park bench you’re sitting on. 

You’re currently in the middle of what others might describe as very hard times. To be honest, your very hard times have been going on for a while now - they just culminated at this specific moment. Regardless, these days are only temporary. You’ve promised yourself that one day, you’ll be able to smile from the bottom of your heart. 

It’s just that it was easier said than done when you weren’t homeless. Your father has never been the most reliable of men. You had to take over the household finances by the time you were eight, so you’ve always been accustomed to his lack of responsibility, but today really solidified his status in your mind as an absolutely useless, no good man. It’s unfathomable cruelty to have left his only daughter with no money, no relatives, and no home. 

You don’t want to call it cruel. For all of his faults, you still love your father. And it’s because you love him that you know this wasn’t a cruel act. Cruelty is intentional. It’s malicious. It comes from a desire to hurt. Your father has never wanted to hurt you. It’s just a byproduct of his gambling addiction. You’re collateral damage in his quest for the jackpot that would solve all his problems. 

You double over in agony at the renewed complaints from your stomach. At least you’ve gone from scaring mere squirrels to scaring passersby. That’s an upgrade, right? 

One woman clutches her purse closer as she walks past you as briskly as possible. You get it, you look bad. 

But there’s no use being resentful. Your father has been barely one step above a deadbeat all your life. At the very least, you’re used to fending for yourself. Your stomach growls again, but you’re determined to ignore it. You need a plan of action. One step after another, you’ll make it out of these troublesome times. 

Before you can start to plot, a loud cry for help catches your attention. It sounds like someone else is in even more dire straits than you are, which is saying a lot. 

The squirrels have long since scattered, run off not by the scary noises coming from your famished stomach, but a pack of dogs. Somehow, a man has climbed several feet into the tree next to the trash can, and now perched precariously in its branches. Below him, curious dogs tilt their heads and give cautious barks. 

“Aw, hello there, cuties,” you coo, rubbing behind their ears. They yip at you enthusiastically. One sets to chasing his own tail around the tree. They seem friendly enough, but you suppose one can’t help their phobias. A little regretfully, you chase them off. 

“Go on now,” you tell the last one, leading him away. He whines, but does as you say. What a good boy. 

“Thank you,” says the stranger stranded in the tree. He slides down the trunk, face slowly regaining color. “I owe you my life.” 

“It was nothing!” You smile, but he won’t let you brush off your good deed. 

“You’re a good kid,” he nods approvingly. “Gotta reward that. Is there anything you want?” 

A home. 

Not just the house you shared with your father, but somewhere warm to return to. A person who waits to see you safely inside the threshold. 

But you know a stranger can’t give you that, so you shake your head and smile. “Really, it was nothing. You don’t owe me anything.” 

As if he had heard your inner monologue, the stranger raises an eyebrow. “A home, hm? I might be able to help with that.” 

Before you can react, he leans in and kisses your forehead. Where his lips touched your skin feels faintly warm and tingly, almost like the sensation of your leg going numb, before you recoil from him in shock. 

He presses a map into your hand and tells you, “Go to this address. Tell them Yaga sent you, and you’ll be welcomed with open arms.” 

With that, he runs off. 

What a strange man. 

Well, you’ve had a strange life, taking care of your hopeless father and all. Perhaps these things really did happen. It wasn’t so impossible for strangers to appear out of nowhere and reward you for good deeds. Maybe all the fairytales your father had read to you back when he hadn’t been so terrible were true. 

Or maybe that was the wishful thinking of an optimistically delusional girl who needed somewhere to stay desperately.

The address is located on the outskirts of town. Pushing deeper into foliage and closer to forest than civilization, you find the location you had been sent to. 

It’s a shrine. 

A run-down shrine, of all places. 

Are you on a comedy show? Should you start checking for cameras? 

Against your will, you feel your eyes grow hot. That was a cruel trick to play. He had gotten your hopes up for nothing. 

It’s not just your eyes. Your entire body starts to feel warm. The world around you erupts into blue flame. Heat licks at your shins as you scramble towards safety, closer to the center of the circle that has formed around you. 

When the flames suddenly leap, as if they’ll consume the entire sky, you scream and drop to your knees, covering your head like it’s a bomb threat. Two childish voices ring in your head, as clear and crisp as bells. 

Welcome home, Yaga-sama. 

It’s a shrine. There’s only one logical conclusion. 

This is a haunting. 

There’s only one safe path out of the ring of fire, and it’s towards the building you’ve now concluded is the site of paranormal activity. Between being actively burned alive or facing spirits though, you know which one you’ll choose. 

Your frantic fingers fumble over the latch on the shrine’s red doors as the fire inches closer and closer until you can feel its heat on your back. Finally, you throw open the doors and all but launch yourself inside. The heat recedes, but the voices do not. 

“Back already, Yaga?” A male voice drawls. “I thought your pilgrimage would’ve taken longer. After leaving me to maintain the shrine by myself for sixty years -“

You shriek as an enormous, clawed hand comes down towards your face. Your eyes squeeze shut, waiting for the end. 

“I’m not Yaga,” you wail, hoping it will save you. 

“You have a lot of nerve?” The voice finishes, more uncertainly than before. When you deem it safe to open your eyes once more, what stands before is a young man dressed in all white. White hair and blue eyes make for a staring constraint, but his coloring isn’t what’s strange about him. 

It’s his clawed hands and the equally white fox tail behind him. 

“Megumi, Tsumiki,” he says authoritatively. “This isn’t Yaga.” 

A shining ball of fire comes forward, speaking in the little girl’s voice you heard earlier. “That can’t be right! Look, she has the mark of the god on her forehead.” 

You touch your forehead, remembering the warm tingly sensation you had felt when that man kissed you. Feeling slightly delirious, you start to laugh, only to grow alarmed when you find you can’t stop. You’re growing out of breath from your near hysterical laughing, tears streaming out of the corners of your eyes. 

“Oh, great,” says the fox spirit. “She’s crazy.” 

“She’s the one with the mark,” the other ball of fire, Megumi, says. “That means she’s the god whether you like it or not, Gojo.” 

Tsumiki darts over to you, but halfway through her journey, she goes from fire to a little child just under 2 feet tall. She’s wearing a mask and plain blue yukata. 

“We have to celebrate!” She claps her hands together in excitement. “Our god has finally returned!”

Gojo looks dismissively down on you. Your laughing fit is finally starting to die down, but he doesn’t seem impressed regardless. “What god? I won’t accept a little human girl as my master. She couldn’t handle the strength of a familiar like me.”  

His condescension only makes you giggle harder. You can’t help it. Something about the fluffy fox ears protruding out of his head makes it hard to take him seriously. 

“What strength?” You laugh in his face. “This shrine is so dilapidated, I doubt you’re anything special.” 

Gojo looks away. “If she stays, I’m leaving. I won’t serve this kind of pathetic god.”

He disappears in a cloud of white smoke before Tsumiki can finish saying, “Don’t be like that!”

The will-o-wisp children introduce themselves to you as shrine spirits who look after the building. It takes a while, but by the time they kindly show you to the room where you’ll be staying, you can distinguish Tsumiki from Megumi by the differences in the masks they never take off. 

Your room is simple and threadbare. The walls are paneled bamboo and the only furnishing is an old futon. Still, you’re grateful. It’s leagues better than sleeping in the woods, which is what you started this day fearing you would have to resort to. You’ve never been the type to complain, and you won’t start now, no matter how strange your life has gotten. 

Fox spirits and will-o-wisp children don’t exist. They’re the stuff of myths. Maybe you’re just seeing things because you’re tired, you muse as you drift off to sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning after a nice, long rest. The events of today will feel so far away, and you’ll be able to start over. 

Or maybe you’re dead already, and you’re wandering in the Netherworld. Perhaps the reason you can see spirits is because you’re currently residing in their land. Your entire body seizes up as you jolt yourself back to wakefulness. 

“Kamisama,” Tsumiki has crept back into your room. “Are you alright?” 

You tell her to call you by her name. Calling you god just doesn’t feel right. 

Gently, she nestles down by your pillow and puts her cold little hands on your forehead. Rather than shocking to your senses, it feels pleasant. When you were a little girl and got sick, your father used to let you stay home from school. He’d pack a towel with ice cubes and place it on your overheated forehead, staying up with you all night just to chat. It’s a good memory. 

“It’ll be alright,” Tsumiki tells you in her gentle voice. “You’ll see.” 

For spirits that supposedly take care of the shrine, you have a suspicion that Tsumiki and Megumi are pushing their work onto you when they brief you on your chores the next morning. It turns out godhood is a lot less summoning storms and a lot more doing yard work. 

Tsumiki insists that keeping the shrine pure is important for keeping evil spirits away. For some reason, that means cleaning. When you ask about calling lightning or summoning lions, Megumi laughs at you. 

“That’s Getou-sama’s job,” he says. “Your specialty is marriage. Yaga was very good at tying peoples’ fates together. You will be, too.”

He has more faith than you do in that regard. When it comes to chores, however, you’re more certain of your abilities. Busy work keeps the absurdity of your situation from sinking in, and you’re good at running the household from years of dealing with your father. You’re grateful for something to do. If you think about the past day too hard, you might break down into shocked laughter and never get back up. 

Besides, even if you don’t feel particularly ready to be a god, Tsumiki and Megumi are letting you stay in the shrine. You have to earn your keep. Soon, you settle into the process of cleaning, letting the methodical, rhythmic nature of your movements erase any doubts in your mind. You think of nothing but the cooling sensation of the water when you dip your rag into the bucket and the clean, woody scent of the shrine as you scrub the wood. 

“Ooh,” Tsumiki says approvingly when she appears. “It looks better already! Can you do the lawn next?” 

Plucking weeds is notably less soothing than cleaning. With no gloves, you’re careful to avoid hurting yourself as you tug on spiky vines and knotted twigs, but it’s no use. Eventually, you lose focus and a sharp sting graces your finger. Blood drips down your hand. You hiss in pain. 

A hand with white claws instead of nails grabs your wrist. You yelp in shock as Gojo brings your finger to his mouth and laps at the blood. It stains his lips slightly red. He worries at the cut with his tongue, making your wound ache. You try to pull back, but he holds on. 

To your amazement, the cut closes before your eyes. You’re just about to thank him when he ruins the moment. 

“You really are useless,” he says. “You can’t even pluck grass?”

You yank your hand out of his grip as hard as you can, sending yourself tumbling back against the grass. You hate how it must make yourself seem even more human in his eyes, a weak, fragile thing. 

“Give up,” he says, and it’s almost gentle, the way his claws graze your chin as he holds your face in one hand. “You’re not suited to be a god.” 

You turn away, unwilling to let him see any more of your vulnerability. “You don’t know anything about me.” 

“Suit yourself,” he says with a noise of annoyance. “Brats who run away from home aren’t my problem.” 

“I didn’t run away!” You snap, whirling on him. “My dad was the one who ran! I don’t have anywhere else to go!” 

But he’s gone.

At least Megumi and Tsumiki are nice to you. Megumi takes the bucket of weeds you deposit at the front door and whisks it somewhere out of your sight, while Tsumiki prepares a nice, hot bath for you. Exhausted, you collapse onto the bamboo floor spread eagle. 

God, a voice murmurs in your head.

Not again. You don’t want any more spirits to deal with. When you raise your head, instead of another yokai, there’s an old woman standing in front of the shrine. Her head is bowed and her hands are clasped in prayer. 

Please bless my daughter’s marriage so that she will enjoy a long and fruitful life with her partner. 

Her voice is coming from some place inside your head. It resonates like a bell, ringing crisp and clear. You stretch out your hands wonderingly. You don’t look any different. 

“You see?” Tsumiki says approvingly. “You’re a god.”’ 

But you don’t feel like one. You feel just like a normal person. 

“A god needs a familiar.” You can’t see Megumi’s face behind his mask as he speaks, but you can imagine the solemn little boy he must be. “You need to bind Gojo to you.”

“How do I do that?” 

“You have to kiss him.” 

You wait for them to tell you they’re joking. 

“What? I can’t kiss him! Is there-” 

Megumi cuts in. “It’s just the traditional way to seal the contract. Don’t think too much of it.” 

The fact that neither of them are bothered makes you feel like the ridiculous one for being off put by this, but you’re sure you’re not. Still, if you’re a god now, you have to put all of your mortal sensibilities aside. It’s like another culture, you tell yourself. Like how Europeans kiss each other on the cheek to say hello. Even if you can’t convince yourself, Megumi and Tsumiki are insistent. 

You were so fired up just a second ago, but now your head is filled with doubts. If such a simple matter can sway you, are you really meant to be a god after all? Maybe Gojo is right. Maybe you should just leave. 

“Please,” Tsumiki says. She looks distraught. “Don’t abandon us. Please don’t leave.” 

Megumi doesn’t say anything, but his silence is enough. 

“Okay,” you say, feeling defeated. “I’ll give it a shot.” 

You’ve always been good at chores. If taming Gojo is just another part of your new job, it sounds like it's time to get serious. 

“Take me to him.” 

Megumi and Tsumiki balk. 

“Right now?”

“Why not? The sooner I get it over with, the better, right?”

“He’s...indisposed at the moment,” Tsumiki says carefully. 

“Indisposed? Is he sick?” 

“Not quite,” Megumi says. He’s very expressive for a spirit. You can practically imagine him grimacing. 

“Then it’s fine!” 

You would soon come to regret your words. 

Megumi and Tsumiki lead you out of the shrine. They show you where to find the path that can lead you to the land of spirits and demons. Your entire body rebels at the feeling of being in this other world, but at the same time, you feel at home here. The god and the girl that coexist inside of you are mutually repelled by and attracted to this place. 

Even though you know Megumi and Tsumiki aren’t really children, or at least children in the way mortals think of them, you’re still concerned about letting them traipse around this dangerous place. However, they seem more used to this world than you are. That energy is better devoted to fending for yourself. 

They lead you under bridges where the running water smells like flowers and women’s voices hiss in the babble of the current. Tree leaves rustle with hands that disappear into darkness. You follow them through dark alleyways lined with red paper blessings, and doorsteps encircled with salt. Eyes follow you, leaving your skin crawling. 

You’re so focused on keeping your head down and staying out of danger that you almost don’t notice when they stop. You nearly run Megumi over. 

“He’s inside here,” Tsumiki says. 

Is it just you, or does she seem nervous? 

The lanterns inside this establishment are turned down to a dimness that barely illuminates the corridors. Sweet smelling smoke writhes around your feet from some unknown source as you head deeper and deeper into the maze of hallways, following the pair of shrine spirits. You pass women wearing fox masks, dressed in luxurious kimonos. Their hair towers over their head in elaborate updos, held in place with beautiful pins inlaid with chartreuse and gold. 

Megumi stops before a folding screen door. Like all things within this building, it’s beautiful. The silk screen is painted with images of flowers and more gruesome scenes as well, but somehow, it’s still breath-taking. A little like Gojo, in that regard. 

You hear the voices of women behind the screen, flattering Gojo. The light of a single candle illuminates the dim room, imprinting his silhouette against it, as well as that of the two women with him. They’re draped over him, hands roaming his body as they purr their compliments. Your face burns with embarrassment. 

“What are you doing?” Megumi demands of Gojo. “How can you parade around the red-light district like this? You’re the familiar of a god, not some common demon! If Yaga knew, it’d break his poor heart.” 

Behind the screen, Gojo merely brushes him off. “Yaga’s been replaced by some little human worm. Why should I care what he thinks now?”

“What about the shrine? Don’t you care about that, at least?” Tsumiki's voice is thick with reproach. 

“Now that you mention it, I don’t think I do,” he says. “Ha! You know what? Maybe I should thank that girl. Now that I’m free, I can do whatever I want.” 

“Gojo-“ 

“I’ll can indulge in every little vice Yaga never allowed me to touch before. Who would want to be a familiar when I can have all of this?” 

“Gojo, our god is here.” 

“What?” 

He leaps up and pushes the screen aside, coming face to face with you. He looks startled to see you, though you don’t see why he should care, since he so desires to lead a life of sin. 

You look upon him with disgust. You might want a familiar, but you’re not so desperate you’d stoop as low as this. Gojo cares so little for anyone but himself. If you’re going to be a god, you’re going to do it right. You’ll pick a good familiar, one who will genuinely love the shrine as much as it deserves. 

You turn and leave as he, half-clothed, frantically starts pulling on the outer layers of his kimono. 

“Wait,” he calls after you. “Tsumiki! Megumi! Why would you bring her here?”

“She wanted to see you,” Megumi retorts. 

“This isn’t the place for a human,” he says. “She’s going to get eaten!” 

The faster Gojo follows you, the faster you run from him. By the time you’re out of what you’ve come to realize is a brothel, you’re sprinting. Your legs carry you right into someone else as your face slams against a broad, muscled chest. 

“Oh,” says a voice above your head. “How pretty.” 

A hand caresses your face. This spirit has tattoo marks across his face and body. More interestingly, he has multiple arms. 

You’re frozen in place by fear as he brings his mouth closer and closer to your face. He’s close enough to kiss, but this is a spirit, which means he’s more likely to eat you. 

“Be good for me now,” he purrs in your ear. “Fear makes flesh all the sweeter.” 

Three of his six arms are consumed by fire. He pushes you away from him in favor of batting out the flame. 

Gojo pulls you towards him, hiding you in the folds of his billowing kimono. You press your face against his shoulder, swallowing back the tears of fear from nearly being eaten. Somehow, he feels safe, even though he’s been nothing but antagonistic towards you. He feels almost protective as he shields your body with his, securing you under one arm. 

“Scram,” he tells the other demon. “She’s mine, Sukuna.” 

Sukuna rolls his pairs of eyes. “You weren’t with her when I caught her. She’s fair game.” 

Fox fire flickers in Gojo’s hand. His white talons seem to elongate before your eyes. 

“If you want to fight over her, then by all means,” he says with a dangerous smile. “But we both know I’d win.” 

“Maybe later then,” Sukuna says, lazily as if Gojo isn’t threatening him. “Once I’ve eaten my fill.” 

He stalks off into the night in search of more prey. 

“This is why I told you to wait,” Gojo says, running his hand over his face. “You’re practically bait in this world. Come on, I’ll take you home.” 

You nod, not trusting your voice, but he catches on anyways. 

“Don’t cry,” he says, his face twisted in a grimace. “I won’t know what to do if you cry. Look, this is just your life now, okay? You’ll have to get used to it.” 

On impulse, you press your face into his shoulder again, still sniffling. You want to be comforted, even though you know he won’t give it to you. 

“Ugh,” he says, true to form. “Quit that.” 

By the time you’ve calmed down, Gojo has already escorted you back to the shrine. 

“Don’t come back,” he tells you. 

Of course, you can’t listen to him. On your second night in the land of the dead and monsters, not only do you have to hide from beasts who would devour you the moment they found out what you were, you also have to hide from Gojo. You’re wearing a disguise, courtesy of Tsumiki and Megumi. 

In your defense, it’s not like you want to be here. You need a familiar, and it’s clearly not going to be Gojo. 

According to Tsumiki, Gojo’s the strongest, but there are other familiars who would be willing to serve you. They’re all in the Netherworld, however, and you have to find them before you can contract them. 

You pull the curtain of the hat shielding your face a little closer around you as you peer at the faces surrounding you, trying to gauge who looks friendly. None of them do. You’ve been wandering around for hours, but not a single spirit has stood out to you. 

In the end, you don’t find him. He finds you. 

“A human god?” A hand grasps your wrist loosely. “That’s rare. Don’t you know it’s dangerous to be here?” 

The man in front of you looks normal by any standards - but you know better than to trust your gut in the netherworld. Still, he’s the closest thing to a human you’ve seen in a while. Surrounded by a maelstrom of monsters, he feels like the eye of the storm. There’s a quiet and a calm surrounding him, even as you walk among noderabo with withered, leathery skin and scaly yajo. 

It’s not like he’s in his own little pocket of the world, you realize. He is. Everyone is purposefully giving him a wide berth. 

“Who are you?”  

“I asked first,” he says. 

“You know who I am! You just said so - I’m the human god.�� 

His eyes rake over you. “So you are. But what are you doing here, girl?” 

You throw his words back in his face obstinately. “You first.”

“I’m Toji.” That doesn’t tell you anything, but he’s clearly unwilling to divulge more. “Your turn.”

“I’m looking for a familiar.” 

“What about your familiar? I heard that Gojo-sama isn’t keen on sharing.” 

Somehow, the way he says Gojo-sama sounds derisive, even with the respectful honorific. 

“He doesn’t want to be my familiar.” 

The rejection stings coming out of your own mouth. 

“Sounds like him. Haughty bastard, he couldn’t stand to serve a human girl, could he?” 

“Yeah! He’s an asshole,” you say, feeling validated. 

When Toji laughs, the scar over his lip tugs one side of his mouth down. You kind of like it. And he must be strong, just looking at him. He’s well muscled and covered in scars. Of course, there’s the little matter of the reverence everyone around you is offering him. Tsumiki and Megumi had told you to just go out and find one. Could it be that easy?

“Are you interested?” 

He gives you a look of barely concealed amusement. “You’re funny, girl. I don’t think Gojo would like that very much, though.” 

“I don’t care what Gojo thinks.” 

“Oh, here he comes now. Don’t go running too far - you’ll worry him,” he says, slow and easy. His confidence is absurd - it reminds you of Gojo, actually. He must be strong. “If you’re really serious about wanting me as a familiar, why don’t you meet me here again in three days?”

“What are you doing?” Gojo snarls at you. His teeth match the rest of his fox physique. With wonder, you realize that his pearly canines are pointed beyond what’s normal. “I told you not to come back!” 

“But- He-” You turn around to point Toji out, but he’s gone. 

“Who?” Gojo says. 

“He was right there!” 

“You’re so annoying,” Gojo bites out. “I don’t care what happens to you, but if you die, Megumi and Tsumiki will cry, so stop wandering off on your own. You’re lucky you didn’t get devoured on the spot.” 

He’s starting to get really irritating. You shove his hands off. 

“You know it’s actually your fault I’m here, right? If you didn’t reject me, I wouldn’t have to scour the Netherworld for a familiar.” 

Gojo scoffs. “My fault? Maybe you should take a look at yourself. If you were less weak, I wouldn’t have a problem serving you!” 

“That’s- You’re impossible!” You splutter. “I can’t help being weak! I was born this way! Not everyone is so lucky to be born a kitsune, oh-so-great-Gojo-sama.” 

“Enough,” he sighs. Taking you by your wrist, he forcibly drags you through the streets back in the direction you came. 

“Ow! You’re hurting me!” 

“Gojo!” Megumi’s reproving voice breaks the argument up before it can begin again. 

He lets go of you almost guiltily, if you thought he could feel guilt. 

“I’ll take her home,” Megumi says. 

Gojo’s tail lashes behind him angrily, but Megumi doesn’t spare him a second glance as he ushers you away. 

“Thank you,” you tell him in relief. “What are you doing here?” 

“You were taking a long time,” he says. “Tsumiki and I were getting worried. Did you find anyone?” 

You think of Toji. “No,” you say. “No one.” 

The next day, while Megumi and Tsumiki dress you for your trip through the Netherworld again, Megumi presses three slips of white paper into your hands. 

“We should’ve taught you this sooner,” he says. “One of the powers of a god is to transform objects. Whatever you write on this charm will become true - within the scope of your power. Be safe.”  

Armed with your paper slips, you feel like a real god. Tsumiki pushes you out the door with a prayer for good luck, though you’re not sure you can grant prayers to yourself for yourself.

Outside the door, something whines by your feet.

“Gojo?” 

Or is that a regular white fox? 

It snaps its teeth at you. 

Definitely Gojo.

“I don’t need an escort,” you tell him, making shooing motions at him with your hands. “Go away!” 

He rolls over and yips at you, his tail wagging. 

“I can’t understand you like this!” 

“I said,” a cloud of smoke reveals him, mostly humanoid once again, except for his ears and tail. “I don’t want to do this either. It’s for Megumi and Tsumiki.” 

Toji doesn’t seem to like him, so you don’t want to risk bringing him with you. Despite your best attempts to shake him, Gojo follows you as you retrace your steps back into the spirit world. You’re just starting to despair when you spot a bigger reason to be upset. 

“Hello, delicious,” Sukuna says. “Ready for round two?” 

Why does he look even more terrifying? Did he get bigger? 

“Leave her alone,” Gojo says, almost bored. “It’s pathetic. You can only bully things weaker than you, huh?” 

“I’m not afraid to fight you,” Sukuna tells him. 

You’re panicking. They both look serious. You don’t want to be caught between these two forces of nature. 

“You should be,” Gojo says, and steps in front of you. Over his shoulder, he tells you, “Run. You’re in my way.” 

This is the chance you were waiting for. 

Toji’s dressed differently when you find him again. Last night, he was wearing a casual black kimono. Tonight, he’s dressed in a tight fitting black shirt and loose white pants. 

“You look nice,” you tell him, feeling anxious. Your mind keeps going back to Gojo. You’re sure he can hold his own, but you’re still worried for him. As you are, however, you’re of no help to him. The only way you’d be able to rescue him if he actually was in danger is by making a contract with a powerful familiar. 

“It’s for work,” he says. “Follow me.” 

“We can’t do it here?” 

“Do you want to kiss me in front of everyone?” He shrugs and reaches for you. “I mean, I’m down if you are, but I figured-” 

“No,” you squeak and dart away. “Privacy is good!” 

He laughs. “You’re as funny as ever, huh? C’mere.” 

Toji leads you off the beaten path and further into the woods. The only thing that keeps you from feeling more nervous is the moon shining overhead, illuminating your path. It feels almost like a friend is with you.

“Here is good,” Toji says, stopping at a clearing. 

“It’s so pretty,” you breathe out, dazzled. This deep into the woods, fireflies are lighting your way. Beneath your feet, a springy bed of flowers and moss covers the floor. 

“What can I say? I’m a romantic.” 

“Yeah, right,” you laugh at him, but you draw closer. You think you could trust him. You think you could be partners with him. 

Then Toji grabs you by the shoulders and dangles you off the edge of the clearing, over a steep drop you hadn’t noticed. The sharp cut off had been hidden by flowers, danger painted over with beauty. 

“Sorry, kid,” Toji says. “No hard feelings, right?” 

“Why?” You whisper. Gojo had been right. 

“There’s a bounty on your head,” he says. “Getou has offered to grant the wish of anyone who kills you.”

His eyes turn wistful. “I have a kid. Haven’t seen him in years. You understand, right? It’s not personal.” 

The fall is brutal. The wind whips tears into your eyes, if you weren’t already crying from the fear of falling to your death. You have to do something, anything. Above your head, something white flutters. 

A dove? 

Then another. 

It’s one of the paper ofuda Megumi had given you before you left, caught in the updraft of you rushing down to earth. You snatch it out of the air. You can’t reach the pen in your pocket. With increasing desperation, you bite down on your finger hard enough to draw blood and trace the characters for a tree branch onto it. Holding it aloft, you pray. 

Between your hands, wood solidifies. You’re clinging to a scrap of a twig sprouting from the rocky cliffside. Megumi’s words echo in your head - only within the scope of your power. 

So this is it, huh?

That’s all there is of your godly strength. 

“Looks like you’re in trouble,” Gojo says. He has no problem balancing on the sheer cliff. His appearance is impeccable, completely unscathed from his fight with Sukuna. He perches like a bird, as comfortable as if he were standing on solid ground. “Do you need help?”

Thank god. He’s here to save you! You nod, turning teary eyes on him. You were wrong about him. Gojo really is a good guy, deep down. 

“If you say, ‘Please save me, Gojo-sama, I was stupid.’ I’ll help you. Throw in some crying and begging, too.” 

Your eyes dry up instantly. He’s a total bastard. You clutch onto the branch tighter. There’s no way you’ll give him the satisfaction of groveling for help. 

Your resolve weakens when you hear the first snap. 

“Time’s ticking,” Gojo calls in a sing-song voice. “What will it be?” 

The harder you hold on, the more your flimsy branch breaks. 

“Come on,” Gojo says. “It’s not that hard. It’s just seven little words. Isn’t that worth your life?”

“Go fuck yourself,” you tell him, and the branch finally snaps. 

Falling for the second time is just as bad as the first time. The icy wind snatches at you like claws, tearing at your clothes. 

To your surprise, Gojo leaps after you. He makes free-fall look elegant - surely a far cry from whatever you’re doing. 

“Just say it,” he yells, within arm’s reach. He’s so close he could snag you by the shirt and haul you to safety, but you know he won’t. Not without getting what he wants. “Would you rather die than just apologize?” 

You have an answer prepared. 

His eyes widen in shock when you press your palms to his cheek, pull him closer, and kiss him. 

You barely have time to register the taste of him, sake and something sweet, before the reality of falling to your death rushes in again. 

“Gojo, save me!” 

As if his body is piloted by someone else, Gojo catches you. For him, it’s a short leap back up to the top of the clearing, where Toji has disappeared. 

You climb down from his hold once you’re certain you’re safe. You never thought you’d miss the feeling of solid ground beneath your feet this much, but at the moment, you’re willing to kiss the earth. 

Gojo seems much worse off. He’s frozen in shock, muttering the same refrain to himself under his breath. “Me? Bound to her? Impossible.” 

“Let’s go home,” you tell him. He doesn’t seem to get it until you tug him towards the path, and then he leads the way wordlessly. . 

You wake to Megumi and Tsumiki weeping over you. 

“I’m alright!”

They freeze, then burst into fresh tears. 

“We thought you would never wake up! Your first time using ofuda must have been too much for you,” Megumi gets out through his sobs. 

You feel sore all over. You can barely recall the events of the previous night, only that you kissed- 

“Finally up?” 

Gojo’s tapping his foot as he waits for you to get up. He looks furious. There’s an unmistakeable tick in his jaw that spells trouble for you. 

It’s too early to deal with him. You duck back under the covers. 

“Oh no you don’t,” he growls out as he seizes your wrist and bodily hauls you out of your warm cocoon of blankets. “You wanted to be a god, you’re going to be a god. It’s time for some training.” 

You shiver pathetically in the cold morning air. If you had known helping a stranger would lead to be harassed by a fox spirit, you would’ve never done it in the first place. 

“Try harder,” Gojo says at your sixth failed attempt to turn water into wine. 

“It smells alcoholic,” Megumi offers loyally. 

“I am trying!” You insist. 

“Harder,” Gojo snarls. 

The seventh attempt doesn’t change. Gojo throws up his arms and stalks out of the shrine, declaring the need to cool his head. Tsumiki frantically trails him, not trusting him to not attempt to run away again. 

Megumi tries to assure you that you’re doing well, but honestly, you need to leave too. The shrine feels too stuffy. A change of scenery will do you good. Sitting alone in the woods just behind the shrine, you try to focus. Slowly, stacks of ofuda disappear from your hands as you paste them to trees, willing them to blossom. Wilt. Do anything, anything at all. 

You’re out cold when Gojo finds you. 

“Divine power takes time,” he says as he prepares dinner. “Use too many talismans at once and you’ll pass out.” 

You drink a spoonful of soup morosely. “How do I get stronger?” 

“You’ll get stronger if you grant prayers.” 

Tsumiki perks up. “One just came in!” 

“I already looked at it,” Gojo says dismissively. “Not that one.” 

“Everyone’s wishes deserve to be looked at,” you argue. 

Gojo scoffs, “Not this one.” 

“Don’t be rude! A god can’t pick and choose.” 

He tosses the prayer at you. 

Morimoto Rika’s request touches your heart. She’s the spirit of a nearby lake - not just any spirit, as Megumi helpfully clarifies, but another owner of a shrine. A human boy visits her waters nightly. By the light of the moonlight, she fell in love with him, but she can’t meet him because they live in two separate worlds. 

And to think that you would’ve never known to help her if Gojo had continued keeping this from you. 

“This sounds like the perfect job for me,” you argue. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. Yokai can’t fall in love with humans.” 

You narrow your eyes at him. “Aren’t you bound to do as I say? Take me to her.” 

Against his will, Gojo summons what’s called a ‘night fog coach’. Only operable at night, as the name suggests, it’s a tall black carriage truly made for a god. You’re just wondering how Gojo expects you to climb aboard when he effortlessly lifts you by the waist. 

“You’re the one who wanted to go meet her,” he sneers. “Chop-chop.” 

Your supplicant looks like a fish if it were a girl. She has pale green skin and large, black eyes, with overly large teeth for her mouth. Black hair frames a heart shaped face. She’s cute, in her own monstrous way. And she’s desperately in love with a human boy. 

Gojo helps you transform her into a human body and make her over into a normal teenage girl. For a prayer granted, it feels like nothing more than dressing your friend up for a date. 

You’re even as nosy as you would be in that situation. It’s the first prayer you’ve ever granted. You know you shouldn’t, but you and Gojo watch the burgeoning romance from a distance. Of course, he’s completely disapproving, but you have high hopes for them - until Rika pulls out a ring. 

Aren’t they moving a little too fast? 

It only gets worse when Rika confesses that she’s been stalking him - sort of. Keeping tabs on him for his safety by following him around town is a little too close to the other, for your liking. Your head drops into your hands. 

But Yuta takes it surprisingly well. A little too well, in fact. It only seems to infatuate him even more. You knew there were certain types of men out there who loved crazy, but you had never seen it in real life - until now. 

Could this even be counted as a success? 

You’re happy for Rika and Yuta, as happy as you can be for their twisted little union, but you’re just waiting for Gojo to bite your head off for bringing a (real) monster and a human together as soon as you get back home. At least they’re happy, you think ruefully. Worse things could happen. Your first union as a marriage god didn’t fail. In fact, of all people, Yuta seemed the most likely in the world to accept Rika as she was, human or not. 

To your surprise, returning to the shrine, Gojo begrudgingly says, “You did well.” 

Any warm feelings you have for him the next day are replaced when he barges into your room and demands you strip. 

“You have guests,” he says. “Messengers from Toji-sama, the god of the wind.” 

Your eyes grow wide. You hadn’t known Toji was a god. Come to think of it, did Gojo even know the reason why you had been falling from that cliff? You weren’t sure if he had come in time to see who had pushed you. 

“What are you worried about? I’ll be at your side the whole time.” 

You’ll tell him later. Right now, you have a serious matter to prepare for. 

You tried not to discriminate on the basis of his master, but it’s not that at all. Toji’s familiar, Naoya, is simply annoying on his own terms. 

“So you’re the new god of this ramshackle little shrine,” he sniffs. “God, it’s disgusting. How poor are you?” 

“You must be the thirteenth familiar Toji’s owned. He goes through you like toys, doesn’t he? Of course you wouldn’t know that he used to live in worse conditions before. Deplorable.” Gojo laughs in his face. 

Naoya grits his teeth. “I’m surprised your little human dared to show her face. I thought she’d be terrified after what Toji did to her. They’re such weak little things.” 

Gojo looks at the other demon with a calm that worries you. As human as he is, there are moments when you can catch the monster lurking within. He’s like the sea, deceptively calm until you remember the threat of an unseen riptide. 

“If you insult my master again,” he says carefully, enunciating every word like he’s stabbing at them with a knife, “I will take your head and deliver it to your master as a present.” 

“Don’t tell me you’re happy to be serving a mortal girl,” Naoya laughs. “Not someone like you, Satoru. How the mighty have fallen.” 

Gojo looks at him for a long moment, then he ignores him completely and walks to your side. The most painful part of Naoya’s digs at you is knowing he’s right. Gojo doesn’t like this. How could he? He went from being the strongest to being commanded by some powerless girl. Still, Gojo gazes at you with his inscrutable eyes. You can’t read him at all. 

Slowly, he sinks to his knees next to you. 

With a gentleness you can hardly bear, he lays his head in your lap, as gentle and docile as a puppy. His neck is bared as if for an executioner’s axe, the delicate pulse of his heart open to you. He closes his eyes. His breath is shallow. He stays there, and says no more. 

“Oh, Satoru,” Naoya says in delight. “You really have become a tamed thing.” 

With an uncertainty you’re trying to hide, you lift your hands to Gojo’s head. His hair is sinfully soft. You’re almost scared he’ll try to take your hands off for it, but when you start to gently pet his hair, he almost purrs. His eyes close, half-lidded in pleasure. 

“I serve who I want to serve,” Gojo says. His tail lashes behind him. “Who are you to tell me my master is unworthy?” 

Naoya shrugs, clearly disbelieving. “Sure, Satoru. Keep telling yourself that. I’m just here to deliver a gift.” 

He tosses you a package wrapped carefully in beautiful, ornate wrapping paper. You’re sure it’s not Toji’s doing. He’s not the type. 

As soon as he leaves, Gojo pushes himself away from you. It leaves you a little sorrowful, the speed with which he tries to get away. He only did it for your sake, you know. He wanted to protect your honor in front of Naoya because you’re his master. But it must have disgusted him, to get on his knees for a human, if he recoiled so fast. 

“What did he mean, what Toji did to you?” Gojo asks over dinner. 

You know instantly that you’ll only draw his ire if you try to play dumb. 

“Toji pushed me off that cliff the day you found me.” 

Gojo’s eyes darken. The next time Naoya returns, he promises you, he’d set his tail on fire. No one besmirches his master’s honor like that. 

It’s about honor, of course. You’d be a fool to think otherwise. 

Alone in your chambers, you unwrap the package Naoya gave you. It’s an incense burner, beautiful and silver. As apology presents go, it’s a decent one. You set it aside for use at a later time. 

Naoya’s visit only makes Gojo’s training worse, but these days, you’ve grown used to him and his harsh words. The more that he yells at you for being weak, the more you can brush it off as Gojo just being Gojo. That only irritates him more, of course. 

But nothing pisses him off as much as you claiming that you’re returning to school. Gojo thinks that you have no need for school as a god. There’s nothing the humans can teach you that he can’t. 

In your eyes, Gojo is a kitsune. That means he’ll never understand a teenage girl’s heart. School isn’t about learning, it’s about the experience! You’ll never be in high school again - there are so many things you still haven’t experienced, like school trips. You only have one youth - you have to seize it in the moment! 

Gojo isn’t convinced. 

Like an overbearing parent, he nags you all day and night until finally, you strike a deal. He’ll let you go to school, but only as long as you cover up the god-mark on your head. Gojo is never one to make things easy for you. The hat he bestows you with is an ugly grandma print with faux fox ears. You’ll be the laughingstock of the school!

“It’s dangerous,” he says. “Who knows what wild beasts will be lurking about?” 

“You’re the wild beast,” you say. “I can’t wear that!” 

“I guess you can’t go to school then,” he sighs. “What a pity.” 

It’s all for show, of course. You know what he’s really like. There’s no use in arguing - either you agree to his compromise or you stay here, stuck in the temple for the rest of your life. You’ll miss out on all the joys of youth, never growing old in your cloistered shrine. The thought is unbearable. 

You snatch the hat from him in indignation. Putting it on before you leave the next day makes you cringe, but as long as you avoid mirrors, you can almost forget that it’s there - if not for your classmates staring at you. You can feel their judging eyes everywhere you go, and the whispers. 

You can’t even say you don’t care - you do care. You only have one high school life, and Gojo is ruining it. During lunch, you escape into the bathroom to mope and avoid all of your classmates. 

“Are you getting bullied?” Gojo’s voice is too bright and cheery for your dark mood right now. You can’t promise to remain calm if he stays here. 

“This is the girl’s bathroom, Gojo.” 

“Don’t be like that. I’m just worried about my master,” he says. “Well? How is it? Do you want to go home now?” 

He’s lying. You know he’s not worried about you at all, but you should be used to it. You don’t know why it stings as much as it does. 

You’re hurt even though you know this is just how Gojo is. Of course he’d be happy to see you miserable - he hadn’t even wanted you for a god in the first place. He’s bound to you by obligation, and nothing more. You had known from the start that he didn’t care about you, so why does it hurt that he won’t comfort you? It’s just like those nights in the demon world that seem so long ago now. He hasn’t changed at all. 

Gojo isn’t as shocked by your outburst as he is by the tears slowly welling up in your eyes. He stands stunned as you rush out of him and back into the hallway. 

Tsumiki appears next to him out of thin air, completely unimpressed. 

“You did a terrible job on that one, Gojo.” 

As if in a daze, he lifts his hand, where the crystal of one teardrop shines. He’d tried to reach for you at the last moment, but you were already gone. “I made her cry...” 

Megumi appears next to Tsumiki, his face red. “What’s taking so long? Hurry up and leave! We’re in the girl’s bathroom!” 

“Gojo was bullying our master,” Tsumiki announces. 

“I wasn’t bullying her!” 

“He made her cry.” 

Gojo winces. “Okay, yeah. I did do that.”

Megumi kicks him in the leg, which amounts to almost nothing. “Take responsibility, then!” 

When you return home, Gojo is waiting by the shrine door with an almost offensively polite smile on his face. “Let me take your coat, master.” 

Him being kind gives you the creeps. You can’t help but feel like he’s planning something, especially when he shows you the lavish dinner he prepared for you with all of your favorites. 

“What’s with the look?” He says, annoyed at your accusing eyes peering at him over your bowl. “I do something nice for you and this is how you treat me?” 

“This is really just for me? No ulterior motives?” 

“None,” he promises. 

The smile that breaks over your face is like the sun through rain clouds - sudden, dramatic, and almost painfully bright after a period of gray skies. 

“Thanks, Gojo!” 

The look in his eyes is unreadable as he reaches to spoon more food onto your plate. 

You don’t have anyone else in this world. Besides the shrine spirits, Gojo might be the only person in the world who will take care of you. For some reason, the thought doesn’t sting as much as it did this morning. 

The second day of school starts with pouring rain, as if it’s a direct reaction to your foul mood earlier. Gojo pulls you back when you try to leave. 

“It’s a bad omen,” he says. “Stay home with me today. I’ll worry about you if you go.” 

Normally, such sweet words might bring a blush to your face, but you can read between the lines. 

Stay home with me today so I can keep you out of trouble, you brat. 

I’ll worry about you if you go because you’re weaker than a worm. 

“Stop trying to keep me from going to school! I thought we got over this yesterday,” you huff. “I’m going to be late for the bus!” 

You leave Gojo with a handful of air as you dart under his outstretched arm and out the door. 

In school, all your classmates are listless. 

You’ve never been so unhappy to not be the subject of attention. What is wrong with everyone? Even the teacher doesn’t reprimand anyone for sleeping in class, half-asleep herself. You’re the only one who doesn’t seem to be caught in this spell of drowsiness, which insinuates paranormal origins. 

As you’re sweeping the classroom after class, one of your classmates lets out a disgruntled noise. 

“It’s a snake,” she says, not at all with the intonation of someone who’s just discovered a snake. Ami’s the type to go apoplectic at the sight of a fly, much less an actual snake, so you don’t pay much mind until you hear Kurama go, “Huh, she wasn’t kidding.” 

There’s a little yellow snake in the classroom. In their stupor, none of your classmates seem to care all that much about it. They just continue going about their chores. You feel bad for it. It’s such a small, fragile little creature. In their state, they might accidentally end up crushing it. 

With gentle murmurs of encouragement, you coax it into your hand. It’s surprisingly docile and twines itself readily around your wrist before you set it outside the window to be set free. 

Gojo doesn’t praise you for your act of heroism on the behalf of his fellow yokai, as you remind him. You saved his compatriots! Where’s the gratitude? 

He calls you a stupid little girl. “I don’t care about them, I care about you!” 

Your face warms with embarrassment against your will even though you know he doesn’t mean it like that. Time and time again, Gojo has stressed that he will never see yokai and humans as even remotely on the same playing field, much less capable of being romantic partners. 

“You’re my master,” he says. There’s your call back to reality. “Look at this mark on your wrist.” 

It appears like a normal bruise to you, though you’re not sure how it could’ve happened. Your new snake friend was very gentle when he was coiled around your wrist. He must have been someone’s escaped pet. You hope he found his way back home. 

Gojo’s mad. He’s enunciating every word. 

“This is exactly why I have to keep such a close eye on you. That’s no ordinary bruise. That is an engagement mark. Care to explain to me how I left you alone for one second and you got yourself engaged to a divine beast?” 

Your face pales. “Excuse me?” 

“That snake is going to come and claim you as his bride.” 

“As a bride?” Your head spins and you have to sit down. You’re too young to get married. You look up at Gojo, teary-eyed. You don’t want this. 

“Stop making that face,” he snaps, pushing a hand over your face to hide it. “As if I would let that happen. The master of the Yaga shrine, my master, could never be wed to a mere snake.” 

If Gojo says he won’t let it happen, you can put your faith in him. You breathe a little easier. As mean as he can be, Megumi and Tsumiki weren’t lying when they called him the best familiar. He’s the strongest and most capable person or rather, yokai, that you know. There’s not a single task you set for him that he hasn’t been able to complete. 

It’s still raining when you go outside to practice your talisman making. 

You find the weather quite pleasant, even though it’s a little damp. The chill in the air cuts through the muggy feeling of summer, and the raindrops cool your cheeks. When you turn your face up to the sky, you can taste ozone in the little drops that pelt your face. 

“You’re very beautiful, kamisama,” says a voice. 

There's a man waiting just outside the red gates. A supplicant? In this weather? You better get him inside in a hurry. You dash over to him. 

“What are you doing? Come inside, you’ll get wet!” 

Just as you reach him, he lifts his face. He looks like a statue, with high cheekbones, and solemn eyes. His hair is the same pale yellow as the snake you saw earlier that day-

“Gojo!” 

But it’s too late. 

The snake has a hold on your wrist, right above the engagement mark. He takes you away. 

One moment, you’re standing in your own backyard, the next, you’re surrounded by almost-familiar bamboo walls. It looks like your shrine but for little distinguishing touches. That makes you uncomfortable. 

“This is Haibara shrine,” the snake says. “I’m Nanami, the familiar of Haibara-sama. I’ve taken you away to marry you.” 

There’s a curtain over the center of the room. Haibara presumably rests behind it, but something strikes you as off about the whole scenario. That’s not what’s foremost on your mind, however. 

“I don’t want to marry you! You kidnapped me!” 

He tilts his head at you. “I couldn’t have kidnapped you. We’re engaged, you see?” He traces the mark on your wrist with one slim finger. “We’re going to be very happy together.” 

“You’re being creepy,” you push him away. 

At your rejection, something dark crosses over his features - not danger, but pain. He has some nerve feeling upset when you’re the one who should be upset here! 

“That’s alright,” he says, trying to stroke your hair. You won’t let him touch you. “I know it can take some getting used to. Here, let me show you to your room.” 

Nanami has clearly put a lot of thought into decorating for you. It’s beautifully furnished, with rich silk sheets and the fragrant smell of plum blossoms permeating the air. Here, there’s not a single thing you could want but- 

Gojo. 

You miss Gojo and you miss your shrine. 

When Nanami leaves you in your room, it feels like a tomb in the silence. You bury your face in your expensive, hateful sheets and try to resist the urge to sob. You want Gojo to come get you. You want to go home. 

Hours pass, but Gojo doesn’t come. 

Nothing but the sound of your breathing changes, passing from frantic to deeper, slower, steadier. As your head clears, you notice the window. It’s a beautifully ornate design, a red knot of luck. The center is just big enough for a girl to squeeze through, if you try hard. 

Resolve grips you. 

You’re not going to wait for Gojo to rescue you. You’re going to get out of here yourself, find him, and scold him for not coming to get you earlier. Aren’t you his most beloved master, as he so professes? You’re going to make him kneel for at least three hours practicing his apologies! 

Filled with renewed conviction, you hoist yourself onto the window sill and begin the tedious task of shimmying yourself out. Just when you’re nearly there, the sharp edge of the metal scrapes your shin, leaving a long, thin cut. 

The smell of salt replaces the plums immediately. 

“God?” Comes Nanami’s voice. “I smell blood. Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine!” You panic. If he discovers your escape attempt now, he might try to put you in a more secure room, and then you’ll really never see Gojo again. 

The adjacent wall caves in. 

Gojo stands in the rubble, seething, each hand wreathed in blue flame. He doesn’t even notice you, his attention wholly focused on Nanami. “You drew her blood? Are you prepared to face the consequences of hurting my master, snake?” 

You grab his arm just before he attacks. “He didn’t! I hurt myself on the window- oof!” 

Gojo’s so much bigger than you are. When he folds you into his arms, his entire body surrounds you. His chin tucks itself over your head, his large arms wrap around your body. You’ve never felt more secure than you are here, now. “I thought you’d be crying.”

His voice is hoarse. 

You’ve never heard that before. 

“You came,” you whimper, burying your face into his shoulder.  

Nanami’s face is crestfallen. “Are you going to leave me?” 

You grab Gojo’s arm and duck into the other room, where Haibara’s curtain is. 

“Don’t!” Nanami cries. 

When you pull it back, there’s nothing but an old, dusty kimono. 

You were right. 

This place is godless. 

“You’re no familiar,” Gojo snarls, turning on Nanami. “Don’t even think to call yourself that. The difference between you and me is as clear as day, you vile beast. You’ll pay for your insolence with the loss of your shrine.” 

Nanami’s misery is written all over his face. You’ve realized what’s wrong with this shrine. It’s too quiet, as if no one has prayed here for generations. Haibara has been dead for a long, long time.

Nanami must have been lonely. 

“Don’t,” you tell Gojo.

He stares at you, incredulous. “Are you out of your mind?” 

You tug yourself out of Gojo’s arms. Nanami’s crouched on the ground, trying to shield Haibara’s old kimono from Gojo’s foxfire. You kneel to his level. 

“I’m sorry you’ve been lonely for all this time, Nanami. I can’t stay with you, but if you come to my shrine, we can play again.” 

Nanami weeps and reaches for your hand. The mark of the snake dissolves. 

Gojo doesn’t talk to you on the way back to the shrine.

“Don’t be mad,” you say, tugging on the sleeves of his kimono. He gives you a deadpan stare. “Come on! I only did it because-” 

You can’t finish your sentence. 

Of course, that piques Gojo’s interest. He can never resist bullying you. 

“Because? Go on,” he goads you. 

You say it so quietly he can’t hear you, even with his fox ears. He spins around, grabs you by the waist, and hoists you up so you’re face to face. You yelp and scramble to grab onto his shoulders for balance. 

“Louder,” he demands. “I can’t hear you.” 

“I was thinking about what would happen if I died and you were all alone again. I couldn’t leave him alone because I was thinking of you,” you tell him. Thinking of Gojo watching after an empty shrine all alone like Mizuki makes your heart ache for reasons you can’t explain. 

He stiffens. “What a strange thing to worry about. I wouldn’t care.” 

“Ugh,” you smack him in the shoulder. You shouldn't have tried to be kind to him. 

He doesn’t put you down, shifting you into an easier hold. “You’re hurt,” he admonishes when you try to squirm. 

Just before you enter the shrine gates, he has a confession of his own to make. “I’m sorry,” he says. “You got hurt because I wasn’t protecting you.” 

You rub his ears, an indulgence you’re not sure he would’ve allowed if he wasn’t in such a mood. “It’s not your fault!” 

“I’ve never had a human master,” he says. “I have to be careful not to break you. You’re so easily hurt.” 

“You don’t have to say it like that,” you say, and then the shrine spirits are there to welcome you home. 

You hadn’t realized you thought of the shrine as home until today. 

Even though Nanami’s mood isn’t affecting the weather anymore, it’s still raining. Gojo tells you not to mind the weather, even though you’re certain that it’s not from natural causes, which means it is your job. Ever since you came back from Haibara’s shrine, Gojo has been extra protective of you. 

You hadn’t thought Gojo had needed to be protected too, not until the thunder god came. 

The god of storms and lightning is called Getou Suguru. He carries a mallet in one hand that can transform whoever it touches into their younger forms, and he used to be Gojo’s best and only friend. He’s also the one who called a bounty on your head.

#sera writes #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader

[kiatheinsomniac]

Kia darlinnngggg 🥰 so ik you've been simping over tomoe lately soooo I have a request ~ how about smth to do with heat? Perhaps the reader is a yokai as well, having gotten herself turned into one to be with him, not necessarily a fox yokai ( ahem I'm giving you free reign, rabbit and deer are optional bc ik you love those dynamics ) but it's her first heat with him? She's feeling all hot and bothered and doesn't know what to do and Tomoe is both trying to guide her while also trying not to lose it because he's in heat too? But yknow, he fails at the latter hehe

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☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I actually had the theme song for this stuck in my head all around Ikea today lol. My first time writing for Tomoe so you bet I made our fox man feral, horny and mean <3

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Tomoe x yokai bunny! Reader

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: NSFW, MDNI, smut, heat cycles, breeding, 'bunny' pet name, creampie, marathon sex

He had told himself that the two of you wouldn’t end up like this and yet here you were: pinned beneath his weight with your belly flush to the sheets, your head pushed down with a clawed hand on your nape and your hips angled upwards, Tomoe’s aching cock pounding into your little cunt over and over again without mercy. When you took on the features of a bunny after becoming a yokai to always be with him, Tomoe had expected that you would end up experiencing a heat similar to his own. Your white-haired lover had warned you of what would happen, had prepared all sorts of herbal remedies meant to help suppress your urges and yet none of it had been enough to make you resist pushing your hand down your pants to try and sate the need between your thighs, moaning unabashedly and unintentionally provoking your partner who had been doing a much better job at hiding his own heat until he heard you moaning his name so sweetly and desperately. 

You had been on your hands and knees earlier but they had since buckled beneath you as you let out little sobs that were a strange mix of overstimulation and relief. Your arousal had already been leaking down your thighs by the time Tomoe found you, teary-eyed and begging him to bury his cock inside of you, feeling so empty without him that it hurt. It had spent the last shred of his restraint and he had been quick to pin you down. Your clothes hadn’t even been discarded initially but now they were tossed all over the room between switching positions and your face burned at the sound of Tomoe repeatedly pounding into you, set on releasing his cum inside of you time and time again, even if it was already leaking out of you and making a mess of the sheets. 

“You just don’t listen do you?” His tone was almost a growl in your ear as his nails bit into the skin over your hips, holding them firmly in place so that you had no escape from him. “I gave you everything I could so that we didn’t have to end up like this and yet you thought you knew what was best.” You let out another sob at three particularly harsh thrusts in a row and yet your cunt tightened around him, “So, bunny, you can keep on crying and take it seeing as you were so sure that this was what you needed.” He pushed more of his weight down on you, leaving you with absolutely nowhere to go and making you take the full force of each thrust. 

The way that the mixture of your cum had him slipping in and out of you with such ease was paired with the obscene sounds of your walls stretching around him and the smack of his skin against yours. You noticed how his moans had become much more vocal, more than aware by now that this meant he was close to an orgasm. You felt him bury his face in the crook of your neck and you were almost certain that he would bruise your poor pussy at this point, “You’re going to take it all…” His voice husked by your ear, “Such a good bunny, you’re going to take it all for me. Help me through my heat, I help you through yours.” His arms wrapped around your body as you were tightly sandwiched between him and the bed, feeling his hips stutter and then slow before stopping entirely, feeling the throb of his cock more so than the spill of his hot cum inside of you considering how stuffed full you already were. 

“Let’s… rest a while, my love.” He panted out, a hand reaching up to tenderly and lazily play with your hair and stroke your ears which had flopped down over your head in utter exhaustion, “It’s been hours…” You could only let out a hum of agreement. 

You felt drenched between your thighs, your skin sticky with sweat, stiflingly hot with Tomoe’s damp skin pressing down on you. Your hair was in tangles and his own white tresses fell over your face, making you shake your head a bit to move it away from where it had been tickling your nose and tormenting your lashes. 

What a mess the two of you had got yourselves in. 

“And you said this would last a week?” You let out a little yelp when you felt his cock push into you once more. You had seen the recovery speed that his heat gave him and yet you had not expected him to continue after suggesting a break, “Wait! Tomoe, you said-” 

“I know what I said and I take it back, I’m not done with you yet, my bunny~” 

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Delusive Masks - Nasu

Yan! Tamamo no Mae x Reader

Old foxes aren't the best servants, they're wily and complex, and most of all, possessive

TW: Mentions of violence in the form of burning, general toxic manipulative behaviour, not really proof read

//The brainrot hit so bad that I wrote a bad fever dream. A whole bunch of liberties taken with the way being an onmyoji works and with characters as per usual. Poem is from 陽成院歌合, topic of 夏虫の恋 and is number 06 of the whole collection

あふことを, いつともしらぬ

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To be a good person is not difficult, to be a good onmyoji perhaps less so. For many people, merely getting the skill and natural ability to qualify as one is already a kind of privilege, it taints the way they view themselves, creating grandiose splendours that they can transcend beyond the mortal principles. Yet when one becomes powerful enough to summon shikigami beyond weak spirits imbued into paper dolls, it gets to their head. They suddenly, foolishly believe themselves capable of nothing short of miracles. How fast they fall, turning themselves into cruel masters, bidding their servants to acts no better than the very yokai they seek to exorcise, kicking upon their shikigami to which they had entered that sacred contract. 

You are grateful for many things in life, the first that you had good parents that supported your wishes, the second that you could become a practising onmyoji, and the third being your master’s consistent and persistent hammering of humility and altruism. No lesser or greater than any being that walks upon this world, whether human or spirit, your duty was to protect the innocent and excise the guilty. Of course, he had worded it much more eloquently than such, but the motive was still present in his orotund words. 

Your shikigami are as equally deserving of respect as you are, unconditional kindness could very often make the difference between an evil spirit and a good one. You have stuck by such truths for as long as you have started, even when the only spirits under your command were Ubume and Zashiki Warashi. It became a promise of kinds, that you would always do right by them so long as they showed the same sentiment in return. Eventually, you ended up with quite a few of them, a good entourage of them you knew you could trust. Yet, it was rather difficult for people to take you seriously without certifiably powerful spirits, or perhaps it was more accurate to say that there was a certain gap between the perceived disciple of the great Abe no Seimei, and the reality that you were. 

There was some part of you that did resent that expectation, partly that others should have no right to comment on your ability solely on your patronage, and partly because it felt too close to home. Of course you knew it was shameful to be so powerless when you study under one of the best practitioners, it is only natural you did. 

The smell of incense fills your nose as your eyes adjust to the dim room, a talisman before you laying on the wooden floor. With a brush in hand, dipped in ink and poised for use, you calm your pounding heart. You have already summoned a few shikigami before, yet at this very moment, you could feel nothing but inexplicable foreboding. It made no sense, with your current living quarters more than protected by both your and your shikigamis’ efforts, yet you could not merely shake off the tenseness in your joints and the roiling in your stomach. 

It hurts, everything still hurts. Your hands from all the preparation, your knees from kneeling on such hard floors, your head from everything that has been and shall be. It is as though your body only knows to bear suffering, pain from which is borne from being mortal, pain borne of the pure action of breathing. 

Still, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Picking up your brush in a ramrod perfect posture, the incantation so familiar to your lips spill out as ink stains the talisman. Your voice starts soft, barely a whisper in the wind and as your hand scrawls and scrawls with a fervour not quite known to human consciousness, it rises until the only sound in your ear is your very own words. 

The moment your brush lifts off the paper and the ink settles within, placed within the circle, it resonates and glows, bursting with light and into flame as it burns into a brilliant blaze. It threatens to engulf the summoning room, grazing at the ceiling as even the fire from your candles are absorbed into such a violent inferno. You can feel the heat, practically licking your skin and singeing the ends of your coat, sweat beading at your brow as you shield your eyes from the bright display. 

Even when the flames dim, what is before your eyes is merely the shaping of the firestorm into nine distinct tails, a vulpine silhouette that eventually reveals a tall figure, draped in silks and brocades. With an elaborate fox-like mask hiding the top half of his face, this spirit which presented himself as both court official and decadent noble snapped open his fan to further hide his jade white visage. Among the cool night, all you could feel was the radiating heat from his form, even if he retracted his flames, it was as if there was nothing beyond him and his fire. 

The high wooden geta clacks against the wooden floorboards, elegant footfalls approaching you ever closer as he steps out of the circle. He makes no effort to lower himself to your level, fervid eyes burning behind the mask as he tips his fan beneath your chin and lifts it. The spirit takes a gander at your appearance, scrutinising your every feature with an intensity far beyond mild interest. 

“This place has experienced great change since I’ve last been here,” The old fox’s lips curl into a smile, the peek of sharp canines peeking from behind. His voice is sultry, a minacious bite to his words,  “Onmyoji, we finally finally meet.”

No matter this first introduction, dealing with this great spirit will be much more complicated than any you have ever met. A venerable kitsune in which vagary destruction lay right at the snap of his fingers, no matter what kind of fate he deems worthy for your mortal self, it is exactly because you are mortal that you should meet this trial. 

Bowing, you raise your clasped hands in front of you and dip until you feel your back screech for mercy, “Tamamo no mae-sama, it is an honour to meet you.”

“Do take care of me, little lady,” He croons and a shiver runs through your bones, no matter how gentle his words were.

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なつむしの, おもひはかぎり

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“Master, I did not think you would arrive so quickly.”

Your hands are steady as you tip the lacquered teapot, fragrant tea pouring in a steady stream from its slender spout. The dark liquid a blend you rarely take out other than to entertain your master, there is a certain trepidation that comes with such an act, one you are not sure when will finally leave you. The joints of your fingers ache, throbbing even as you lay at rest. 

“It is so wrong for me to worry for you?” He raises a brow, azure eyes regarding you with some placid gleam.

Despite your admittedly out of place nerves, your master has done nothing to warrant such, that in spite of his graceful and aloof poise, Seimei may likely be one of the kindest people you have ever met. You understand that a person can in no way be entirely benevolent nor evil, for that is what makes a sentient being sentient, but there is merely something about him that brings forward ease within a person. 

You only shake your head, an abashed quirk tugging at your lips. Watching him take a sip from his cup, your mind drifts back to the message you had sent. A letter that was hastily scrawled and messy beyond reason, the paper carried the distinct stench of smoke and ash, it was a moment of panic now that you could look upon the incident with a much clearer head. The minute you had situated the old yokai in conditions appeasable to his own tastes, you remember sprinting back to your room, sweat clinging to your skin and staining the paper as you wrote, informing your master what had just occurred and asking for his guidance. 

“Of course not, I just thought you would have taken more time to get here,” You hum, your voice lowered and sheepish. “Were you not at the capital when my letter arrived?”

Your master only nods, “Your words were so fearful, I thought you had come across a great trouble.”

He takes a moment to partake from his drink once more, a silence falling upon the sun-lit room as birds chirp in the nearby trees and the sound of your shikigami going about their lives ring from the distance. You rest your eyes upon his form, noting the seeming flawlessness of his presence. Sharper features that hinted at some otherworldly grace, just the most minute sign found in the form of the slight furrow of his brow revealed the distress that plagued him. Then, his long lashes flutter open, and your master merely seems to smile, relief all but seeping from his eyes. 

“I am glad you are well.”

Averting your gaze, you thank him under your breath as heat flushes at the tips of your ears, not quite certain whether such bashfulness stems from troubling him or emotions else explained. 

You can only move the conversation of topic away from that moment, putting on a facade of ease, “I thought you would have more insight about him.”

The expression on his face shifts ever so slightly, a sudden hardness in his eyes as he grips the teacup just the little tighter. 

“He…has experienced a great number of losses due to both divine and human action,” He manages to breathe out, the sound almost all but serene if not for the lengthy pause between his words. Your master inhales, as though to continue his words, yet he only sighs, “I am afraid that is as much as I can disclose for now, it is not my place to tell what he does not wish to be revealed.”

Just as you think to pry just a little further, Hana’s voice echoes from beyond the closed doors, asking for your presence. There is a concern tinging her words, and judging by the pattering of rushed footsteps, this was a matter that required your immediate and utmost earnest attention. 

“Master, I must apologise but…” Your eyes glance between him and the door, chest tightening ever so slightly as blood rushes through your veins. 

Seimei merely shakes his head, an assuaging expression on his face as he waves you off, “Do not worry about me, go ahead.”

Nodding, you rise as quickly as possible, rushing off as you are swiftly carted off to the issue. The white haired man remains in his seated position, taking in the scent of his tea as he closes his eyes. He hears the silence of the wind, with neither bird song nor liveliness of existence. Seimei finishes the rest of his tea, herbal and heady fragrance greeting his senses for the last time before he places it down alongside your abandoned cup. 

He takes a breath, not bothering to open his eyes as he speaks, “Uncle, I know you are there.”

From beyond the door and announcing his entrance through soft clicks, a masked man deigns to show his face as he lowers his fan. With his lips almost permanently lifted in mirth, the scarlet markings that painted his mask aided with the unease that your master suddenly feels creeping onto his spine. He is unfamiliar with this sensation, especially from the man before him. 

“Seimei, its been a long time,” The old fox croons, insouciant tinge to his voice. 

Without missing a beat, your master finds a new urgency within him, “What are your intentions with my disciple?”

“We have yet to see each other after so long and this is your first question for me?” Tamamo hums, an unexplainable expression on his jade white face. His fan taps against his jaw in a rhythmic manner, voice much more playful and recondite than Seimei would have liked, “She called out and I responded, nothing more, nothing less.”

“If you have any malintention upon her, I fear I may have to take action.”

Not quite a threat, for even he is unable to deny their relationship, but more so a warning. This tension between the two of them has an unspoken depth, one that had existed long before this clandestine reunion, and with Seimei’s admittedly almost obvious concern for your wellbeing, it only seems to sour so. 

The old fox smiles, and the younger finds that he does not enjoy the way those golden eyes seem to shine with burning regard from beyond the mask. Tamamo only muses, yet despite the airy nature of his voice, behind his lilt was a zealous avariciousness, “I promise you, no harm shall befall her so long as I am by her side.”

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なくやあるらん

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For all that the froglets incident was worth, a situation that had been more so confusing and hysterical for the regional townspeople than any life-threatening catastrophe as you had been led to believe, it was only a mild inconvenience. A few dozen little frogs dressed to appear as great yokais were merely wandering around and acting as if they were the spirits themselves, of course they had also been imbued with some kind of ability that allowed them to recreate such acts, but it was still not some matter that would raze the whole of Heian-Kyo. 

Still, that had not meant you expected to return to your abode with said froglets nipping at your heels ready to make themselves useful. 

“Master…” At a loss for words, Momo could only cock her head at the image before her. 

Rather than being seated at your desk pouring over documents, you were instead making yourself quite busy with some leisurely reading while the froglets dedicate themselves to stacking your books in an order only they seemed to know. 

“It’s okay, they are not causing any issue,” You smile, an amused huff escaping your nose when your eyes drift to Susabi Frog balancing on top of Ichimokuren Frog as it just barely pushes a star chart into place, “I am just keeping them busy.”

Turning your attention back to Momo, you place down your book as you roll your shoulders back, the vertebrae in your spine not quite as sore. “Did you have something for me to look at?”

“Ubume asked whether you wanted to join us for lunch or have us eat with you.” Her voice is slightly hesitant, just one step away from wavering. 

It feels like instinct at this point, you rest your head upon your palm and squeeze your eyes in delight. If you had to be honest, you did quite miss being able to have meals with your shikigamis, always some lively affair and certainly occuring far too sparsely for your liking.

“It has been some time since we all sat down together and ate, has it not?”

She nods her head, a hopeful expression on her face as her eyes widen in mock innocence, “Mhm! So will you?”

You laugh, shaking your head as you get up and dust your clothes. An excitement fills her as the little blooms in her hair burst open, grabbing your arm and all but dragging you out. Turning a glance to the froglets, you wave them over and they come scampering to your side at the first notice, almost all too excited to follow along. They clamour in the occasional croak or ribbit, asking about this and that. More akin to children, you wonder when that sentiment started. 

By the time you arrive in your courtyard, it is all but a wonderfully teeming gathering, noise filling your ears in a manner that only served to coax your heart from its tight cage. Seeing them like this, you are happy that you get to have such a sight, living free from suffering and safe, that was the most important point, that they were safe. 

“I see you all are in good spirits,” You hum, an announcement that is swiftly followed by a symphony of ‘Master’s’. 

Some of the younger shikigami immediately leap from their seats to your side, to which you only greet them with on overfond smile and a pat on the head. Those busy with serving food or handing out cutlery likewise greet you, not quite able to pull themselves away from their tasks but still sending a smile or a wave. Momo is quick to join everyone else, flitting between chatting and aiding. Ootengu had busied himself with scooping soup while Hana had been floating around ensuring everyone had some kind of meal, leaving one person notably uninvolved. 

“Little lady,” The old yokai calls for you, resting his head on his palm as a smile plays on his lips. Sitting beneath the plum blossom tree, he almost looks like the subject of a great painting under falling petals and soft sunlight. Just the view of such makes you almost afraid to approach him, yet still you do so. You are unable to tell exactly whether his levity is real, but you can only assume so by his leisurely tone, “Have the froglets been helping you?”

Glancing at the frogs now being babied by the rest of your shikigami, a notion you did not think they would take up so fast, you only laugh, “They are very earnest, thank you.”

Silence falls upon the two of you and for a moment, it truly does feel that all is right in the world. There is little discomfort in your body, joints no longer cracking at every minute action nor head pounding at every little stimulus that dared to exist. The smell of sweet flowers and delightful aroma of proper food fills the air, and you yearn for nothing more than these days to continue on. 

Those froglets, troublesome at first though they may, had ended up being a kind of blessing. For ever since their attempted marauding, you have had little, if any issues that required your action. You spend your days reading and writing, responding to correspondence and finally able to focus on your studies. 

It is while reminiscing that Tamamo’s silvery words reach your ears, pleasant and coaxing. 

“These few weeks have been rather peaceful, don’t you think?” He tilts his head to the side, meeting your gaze in a single move. 

You squeeze your eyes again, a soft sigh escaping you as a smile tugs at your lips, “It has, I can finally get to some marriage proposals I had apparently recieved.”

For a moment, just the slightest second late, you thought the old fox’s expression darkened. Yet just as quickly as it came, it left, and he simply continues on. His eagerness almost resembles that of those older ladies, that crooning voice asking for more and more, ready to give advice you never thought you would need, older yokais surely were no different than mortals. 

“Oh? And who is the lucky fellow?” His nails, scarlet and far longer than you remember, clasp around his fan. 

“Just another onmyoji, he isn’t from the big name clans that sent their pathetic excuse they call letters,” You sigh, then hold your hands up in clarification, as though to correct yourself from your perceived distate, “Which is good, less likely to be some bigoted oaf.”

Tamamo merely hums, snapping open his fan to hide the bottom of his face, yet there was an odd wry tinge to his words, “How intriguing, our little lady seems to be quite popular to attract even onmyojis from the big clans.”

“Don’t flatter me, they just want to find someone they can continue their bloodlines with.”

Rolling your eyes, an acerbic grin appears on your face as you take a drink from the teacup one of the froglets brought over. Just like those old ladies, he places a hand on your shoulder and with an assuaging tone, a sense of warm reassurance is poured into your being. 

“Well, you won’t have to worry. I’m certain you will have no trouble.”

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またまたも, みをぞすてつる

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Kiyohara Genjirou, a practicing onmyoji that had sought you out not only for his pursuit of the craft but admiration as well. So he cited in his first correspondence, and so you would like to believe. 

As he wrote to you, you found him an eloquent and diligent man. Genjirou, though not hailing from a noble family nor considered talented enough to join a major clan, wandered through the country aiding when he could. All he had were paper dolls and simple talisman, yet that was all he needed. He had heard tales from those whose qualms you have solved, and had grown curious of your being. It was natural, yet this natural curiosity had grown to longing when he caught a glimpse of you in the city. 

The image he described of you had seem otherworldly when you first read it, donned in simple robes and merely another face among the crowd, his eyes had no choice but to follow along your form, entirely unable to pull away from you. As if sent down from the high heavens, even the slightest whisper of your voice had made him understand why men should turn to religion. 

You thought of him less fondly, perhaps not an infatuation such as his but an interest nonetheless. He had only sent two letters, the first that had been introductory and more similar to polite courtesy, the second much more personal and akin to courting. Still, you had been touched by his words, further still when you read the last portion. He would make the journey to your estate, to meet you and to perhaps, if you would allow him the chance to, to court you. 

It was by no means a demand, but rather a suggestion. Genjirou had gone so far as to write that should you not find him appealing in any manner, that should you deem him overstepping, you were in every right to have him kicked out and his hair cut short. 

You remember showing Tamamo the letter, surrounded by the froglets as he read from behind your shoulder. You told him that you would like to meet such a staunch person, and perhaps at the time, you had laughed alongside him when he said that should Genjirou truly act as he feared, then it would not be humiliation that he would bear. There was nothing to worry for, all you had to do was await his arrival. 

Yet, despite his staid words and his solemn promises, he never came. 

Under the moonlight and through the cold night wind, you can only let out a soft sigh. Your shoulders slump beneath your robes as all of a sudden, your body feels too heavy for your feet. Leaning against the wooden pillars of the front gate, that familiar tightness in your chest returns once more. Yet rather than what feels like your ribs enclosing onto your rapidly beating heart, what occurs to you now is more akin to that sentimental organ squeezing against its cage, yearning to pry straight through to leap out and wither away. Your lungs long for air, forcing in and out and yet it is not enough, never enough. 

It is cold, so, so cold. Why were you cold?

Closing your eyes, you feel a presence approach from behind you, then a hand pulls you away from your resting spot. You lay against a warm body, that even through layers and layers of silk and brocade, you do not even have to open your eyes to know who it is. 

“Tamamo,” Your murmur disappears into the night, yet it is a call that he hears and responds to. 

With your limp limbs that which hang uselessly, the old fox gathers you into his embrace, allowing you to bury your face into his chest. “I thought he was different…”

Methodical and rhythmic, his chest rises and lowers, coaxing your breath to follow suite. Within his hold, there is a warmth that penetrates the skin, enveloping your tendons in loving flame. Tightly held and tightly received, Tamamo lets you dig your nails into him, until your fingertips ache and your wrists cramp up. He merely returns the sentiment, as though it was entirely natural to do so. 

“Will you be honest with me?” 

As though ashamed to even consider such a thought an option, you can barely muster your voice to above a whisper, “Do you think I’m a disappointment to my master?”

“Of course not, my little lady is very accomplished,” He croons, his voice soft and soothing. “Do you think I would have answered your call otherwise?”

Still enveloped in his presence, you inhale the familiar smell that clings to him. When he speaks to you as such, it truly does feel like all will be right in this world. Desiring nothing more than to keep you safe, this old fox you had once shrinked from has now become your only succour. How fast you had let him in your heart, that he should treat you with the same regard and care you do the rest of your shikigami, and you would become so easily reliant on what he may give you. Ironic, yet undeniably a notion you had grown aware of since his arrival. 

“Besides, he is rather foolish to give up on you,” He sighs, an undertone distantly related to triumph hidden beneath assuage and fondness. 

That graceful hand cups your face, reverent as though bearing a great treasure. Your eyes flutter open, and it is then you notice that he is no longer wearing his mask, presenting that exquisite face once hidden to you. Narrow eyes of beguiling gold with long lashes, lips that more appeared as delicate petals. No matter the scarlet markings painted upon his skin, it is no wonder that men should turn to fanaticism in the face of such sublimity. You can only stare in awe, how warm your ears flush and how heat roils in your stomach upon the sonorous hum of his voice. 

“You deserve much, much better than a human who only knows to lie to you.”

Lying on the beaten dirt path, Kiyohara Genjirou will be buried in an unmarked grave, neither name nor profession known to those who will find him. For all that remains of this unwitting suitor is the stench of smoke and shrivelled corpse, caught too soon in a fox’s tempestuous favour and left to burn in the same blazing rancour that once threatened to engulf the tranquil capital. 

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なつむしの, なほあきたらぬ

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Being a good onmyoji is not difficult, it is not some arduous task to respect and love your shikigami, to treat them as one would dear friends and family. Yet, a shikigami that has only lost and lost, when given a second chance to make it all right, what then happens to that good onmyoji is very often known only to those hidden away.

Your master, when he had learned of the events that transpired had taken it with nothing more than a furrowed brow and a sharp exhale. Before he left, he had gifted you a talisman and instructed you to hang it in your room, to which you did. Yet, that very day, it had gone missing from your door. You had no unease at it, after all, he had given you hundreds of protection talismans, what difference was one going missing?

You on the other hand, had come to realise many things about your emotions with the arrival of both dismay and prolonged peace. That old fox who has done nothing but inexplicably care for you, with no explanation nor clarification. It had come out of nowhere, that quiet wistfulness and longing glances, you nearly thought yourself mad yet it was true. Torturing yourself with what could only possibly be, one could only imagine the joy that filled you when you had to do nothing but wait just a little longer, and even that foolish wish should come to be. 

Cicadas sing in the distant night, your lover has long retired for the night and lays atop the bed, what you may see now is but his most true form, masks and disguises left at the door. Vulpine ears atop his head along with nine full tails, he once again scoops you into his embrace as even his tails move to cover you. 

“Cold…” You only whine, squirming closer as though you could crawl into his skin. 

Tamamo only huffs in amusement, no sign of actual vexation, and pulls you in closer. The increased contact brings burning touch falling upon your skin, the old fox noses along some invisible line at your neck, his lips pressing a kiss upon your pulse. He coaxes a sigh from your throat, soft and airy and almost all too practiced. Wholeheartedly embracing the fervid greed within him, you think you feel the prick of sharp canines against tender skin, yet you could care less. 

In nothing more than your sleeping robes, luxurious clothes stripped off, legs entangled and limbs intertwined. To an unwitting observer, it would be difficult to discern whose form was whose, so thoroughly ensnared fox and human may as well be one body.

With neither onmyoji nor spirit to separate the two of you, and in this little delusion, not even the heavens will seize you from his side. He has ensured it, he shall see to it that the one he loves will never bear such suffering ever again. 

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hiii!! i just read your rottmnt x fox!reader (so good) and i was wondering if you could do a panther!reader next? /nf

love your writing<3

Everyone is absolutely loving the x mutant readers huh? Well that’s great because I love writing them! I’m assuming you mean a black Panther, which is just a Leopard or Jaguar with excessive melanin (Also tysm??? My heart can’t take it!) just realised I keep calling the reader mutant instead of yokai? Oh well ^^

Tw: none

Fox reader Tiger Reader Calico Reader

Rise boys x Panther! Mutant! S/O

Leo

Loves your agility

Super duper fast!

Oh boy the races that are about to ensue

No Leo! You can’t use your portals, that’s cheating!

Probably tests if you like water or not

By throwing a bucket of water all over you and the lair

Feeling incredibly guilty afterwards

Giving you a “carnivore special” pizza to say sorry

Lovable jerk

I can’t say tail yank on every mutant s/o

Raph

He loves cats!

And your a big cat!

Obviously it’s a match!

Chin scritches for the both of you

If the spots can be seen, he’s trying his best to count them

My dude have you SEEN panthers hunt and fight

Sparring sessions for SURE

He’d probably need some convincing to not hold back though

The BEST cuddles

All that fur and all those stuffies? Oml that’s gotta be comfy

Donnie

Hiding in the shadows of his lab so you can jump out at him

Laser pointer

Fluffy fur is sensory heaven

Trying to figure out if you’re a Jaguar or a Leopard

Weather you yourself know is a different story

Being quiet together

The lovely peace and quiet being disrupted by one out of three turtles

Doesn’t risk giving you any of his coffee he heard it can be poisonous to cats

You tried telling him that one cup wouldn’t hurt

He did not listen

Mikey

“PSPSPSPS”

tries the “cat pranks”

After all you are basically a really big cat

He’s still apologising about the cucumber

Tail bows

Being disappointed when fur dye doesn’t show up on your black fur

He needs someone to use all his dye on! And Splinter grounded him last time he dyed him in his sleep!

Sorry Mikey <3

Jumping to high up places and pulling this shortie up

Ear scritches

#donnie x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x you #x reader #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt hc #fanfic #head canon #rise donnie #rottmnt #leo x you #leo x reader #rottmnt mikey #rise mikey x reader #raph x you #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise raph x you #rise leo x you #rise leo headcannons #rise mikey #mikey headcanon #donnie headcanons #rise rapheal x reader #raph headcanons #rise boys x reader #mutant reader #rise leo x reader #rise mikey headcannons #raph headcannons #rise raph x reader

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

random, stupid idea you can ignore, but what is the reader was like, a kitsune or something? like their world didn't have abilities, but they had yokai or something? you can ignore this if it's to complicated or you have to much work already!!

Kitsune! Reader

Self-Aware! BSD Character x GN! Kitsune! Reader

Description: For some reason, you were always wearing a fox costume, while reading BSD. At least, BSD character were sure, that it's a costume.

Warning: OOC. Mentions of alcohol. I add eight links in the A/N, if you want to learn more about mentioned youkai or see, how BSD characters looked like in costumes. English is my second language.

You were having a time of your life. You had a plate of fried tofu, some good sake and new volume of BSD manga. You feet like a happy kitsune.

With your tails and ears visible, you were reading manga. Suddenly, you noticed, that your phone started to glow.

Two things happened.

First, a bunch of people appeared in your living room.

Second, you, for the first time in centuries, lost control and turned into a fox.

For one moment everything was fine. Then, you tried to set the intruders on fire. Perhaps, they were your fellow kitsunes, who decide to prank you.

Well, you didnt like it in one bit.

Time to teach them a lesson.

________

🐾 Okay, when they see you for the first time, they thought that you were wearing a costume. Like... You have fox ears and nine tails... You have to be wearing a costume.

🐾 But, when you transformed into a nine-tailed fox, because they startled you, when they appeared in your world, they realized, that you are, indeed, not a human. Especially, after you, an angry nine-tailed fox, tried to set them on fire.

🐾 After some explanations, fried tofu (thanks, Kyouka) and sake (thanks, Kaji) you calmed down and turned back into your half-fox half-human form.

🐾 And then, the time for an explanation from you arrived.

🐾 You told them, that your world has youkai, that were living near humans for thousands of years.

🐾 While youkai were hiding their existence from humans a secret, it doesn't mean, that youkais were hiding from humans.

🐾 With some cautious behaviour and with help from each other, youkais were secretly living among humans.

🐾 You quickly noticed, that BSD Cast looked guilty. They thought, that you will be uncomfortable with them knowing your secret. You assured them, that you are actually happy. You liked humans and were glad to have human friends who will accept you as a kitsune.

🐾 You bond with BSD Cast really quickly.

🐾 You, Dazai and Gogol formed a prankster group. You three became a worse nightmare for Kunikida, and, from time to time, for Dostoevsky.

🐾 You and Kyouka often eat tofu together.

🐾 You, Dazai, Fukuzawa, Verlaine, Rimbaud, Fukuchi, Kaji, Yosano, Oda, Ango and Taneda became drinking buddies.

🐾 Kenji want to meet other youkais. He talks with every animal he can find.

🐾 You nap on Kenji's lap in your fox form from time to time.

🐾 After characters get their costumes from the app (their costumes from their cards), you had a photoshoot.

🐾 Now, you have a photo with Yamawaro! Kenji, Diviners! Fukuzawa, Atsushi, Junchirou, Naomi, Kunikida, Mori, Elise and Higuchi, Tengu! Dazai, Kitsune! Kyouka, Chokeshin!Yosano, Jorogumo! Kouyou, Shutendoji! Chuuya and Inugami! Akutagawa.

🐾 You had a feeling, that this year Halloween will be awesome. The neighborhood will be 'terrorized' by a group of youkai.

🐾 You have a feeling, that your life will never be boring again.

🐾 All thanks to your human friends.

🐾 You were a one lucky fox. You were friends with so many humans. And BSD cast were so happy to be your friends.

______

A/N.

Youkai.

Yamawaro - https://yokai.com/yamawaro/

Shutendōji - https://yokai.com/shutendouji/

Jorōgumo - https://yokai.com/jorougumo/

Inugami - https://yokai.com/inugami/

Kitsune - https://yokai.com/kitsune/

Tengu - https://yokai.fandom.com/wiki/Tengu

Chokeshin - yokai that were human and became butterflies after they died.

How characters looked like.

ADA - https://bsdmayoi.fandom.com/wiki/Detective_Agency_Ghost_Stories%EF%BD%9EThe_Second_Night%EF%BD%9E/Jun_2023_(JP)

PM - https://bsdmayoi.fandom.com/wiki/Port_Mafia_Ghost_Stories/Feb_2023_(EN)

#self-awareau #self-awarebsd #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd anime #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #kitsune #youkai

[caramelstarlight]

”Two Worlds One Heart” Masterlist

Tighnari X Kitsune(Yokai) Reader!

Summary: You, the younger sibling of the Lady Guuji herself, is now traveling across nations to learn about the culture,exorcism,magic,rituals and plants. Your first stop is Sumeru, the Nation of Knowledge and land of Dendro. On the way there, you meet a curious and handsome fennec fox hybrid…

Series/ Chapters / Posts / Parts: Prolouge

• The trip to liyue (Pt.1)

• An Unexpected Encounter (Pt.2)

•Despite our Differences… (Pt.3)

•Our Exchange (Pt.4)

Credits: Genshin Impact, Etheries,fallingdownhell. (Will be updated if you help out!)

Only on Wattpad and Tumblr, if you see any reposts on other sites please report it.

<3 (Busy on June 20th. Trying to get it out as soon as I can! Like I’m super busy but I’m squeezing in time to publish and play genshin.)

#dendro #genshin impact #genshin tighnari #sumeru #tighnari fluff #tighnari #tighnari x female reader #tighnari x reader #genshin impact x reader #Inazuma #electro #kitsune #yokai #genshin x you #tighnari x y/n #tighnari x you #tighnari x yn #tighnari x gender neutral reader #tighnari x gn reader #Caramels Two Worlds One Heart series

[indras-wife]

hiii!! I was the one who requested the blind, fem reader x indra, and its SOOOO good, like ohhhh myyyy gahhhh!!! <3. I was wondering if I could request a fem reader who is a kitsune and has the ability to change forms (human and animal) but she mostly is in her animal form and she messes around with him a lot? like maybe she playfully bites his fingers and wrists in a gentle manner and hides out in his clothes whenever she's sleeping?

you can decide if you want indra to be a yandere or not, it's all up to you, lovely! Anyways, have a good rest of your day and no pressure <3.

OMG THANK YOU SWEETIE!! It makes me happy knowing you enjoyed the request. <3<3 And this request is…PERFECT! I decided to present him in a softer light as I feel there are many other ideas where he can be very yandere, and this request is so cute, fluffy and adorable, I couldn’t present him as yandere. Hope its okay with you. And I used Japanese folklore/mythology to write this better. For a small context, I use the word tenko as they are kitsunes who take the form of a female and are usually kind deities. (i love japanese mythology by the way)

ANYWAYS ENJOY THE READING! I for sure loved writing this request. Please keep them coming<3<3<3 This request may have a second part where he discovers that the reader is a deity, so if you want it let me know!!

Y/n was one of the most powerful yokais in Japan, more precisely a tenko. As a kitsune, she was able to change her form, which was making her job much easier. Y/n loved helping humans, but she also loved messing with them, as their reactions were extremely amusing and fun to watch. However she had only one trait that she didn't like; she was getting bored of her prays very soon. No man was able to hold her attention for a long period of time. That was until she came across a certain long-haired traveler, who settled near the small village shrine Y/n was residing in. The mysterious man instantly grabbed her attention, as he was handsome and full of certain interesting energy that pulled Y/n to him. 

She would follow his every track with utmost attention, trying to analyse his behaviour. From what she could tell, this man did not like talking much and preferred spending time alone. This of course, made the kitsune deity more interested in him and she finally decided to approach him in her animal form. She was sure her beautiful fur and movements would grab the attention of the man. 

And she was right!

The man instantly noticed, at that time unbeknownst to him, the powerful deity who was in the form of an animal. 

“A kitsune..?” he asked himself, looking at the animal. His sharingan was glowing while he looked at the creature, feeling some sort of uneasiness. Indra was never one to love animals. He never paid them any attention as he had other serious issues to deal with, especially now that he left his home and was wandering around. However, he couldn't help but be mesmerized by the cute animal that was not making its way to him.  

“You want to eat, little one? I don't have any food to give to you..” he spoke softly, something which he didn't know he could do after the terrible betrayal and heartbreak he had faced. Y/n, hearing his soft voice, was now more intrigued by him. She walked to him and sat down next to him, her chin laying on his leg.

“You are a cute one…”he said, chuckling. He could not help but feel like he wanted to pet the cute animal laying on his leg. The only animal he petted as a child was his shiba dog, and only him. He kept looking at the fox, seeing the beautiful sunset reflecting in its gray eyes. 

Y/n felt his hesitancy and had to initiate the petting herself. She got up, softly jumped on his lap and started nuzzling against his chest. This of course took Indra off the guard, but he did not protest. After all, the fox was such a cute one he had to give her some pets and affection. Y/n, having done this for centuries, knew that no human can say no to her cute charms, and when her new prey started to pet her, she had a victorious look on her face. 

After that point on, Y/n would visit Indra every day, to keep him company, to analyse his behaviour and of course to sometimes help him by bringing fruits to him from the nearby shrine.  The man was not against her company, as he preferred hers to other humans. As the kitsune’s visits started to increase, Indra always carried an extra piece of clothing with him, to wrap it around the animal at nights to keep her warm. Y/n enjoyed his company more than she imagined, which led to spending more time with him. She was always with him, following him wherever he was going. 

During one of her regular followings, which was more like stalking now, Indra and her went to a small cave. The inside was full of shiny beautiful crystals, which were reflecting the small lights on the water surface.

“You can;t stay here little one. Go away. I need to take a bath, okay?” he said calmly while loosening his black belt of his white kimono. Y/n saw many men and women naked, she didn't care about others, but for some reason she was feeling embarrassed to see that man’s body. And since she was in her animal form, she had the opportunity to run as he instructed and which she did.

-After few days-

Y/n could not bring herself to meet him after their last meeting. It was a weird and unexplainable feeling for her, SHe would walk by herself in her human form, watching him from afar, but not go close to him. At first she wanted to play with that man a little bit, but she never thought that she would be the one to be all shy and embarrassed around him.

“I should really cut contact with him. He seems to be better at my own game..”she said to herself, sighing as she casted another look at him. There he was, sitting again next to the tree she first approached him. She chuckled at how cute he was for a human, but soon she saw something unexpected,

The man took the extra piece of clothing he was carrying with him for her, and put it on his chest. 

Y/n felt flustered, her heart beating faster now. 

Oh how cute was he…

Without second thought she transformed back into her kitsune form, and ran down to him. He was missing her as much as she was. After all those twp got close together in the span of little time. Her small fox legs carried her and soon she was next to him, her mysterious ex-prey. He was leaning on the tree, his eyes closed and one hand on the piece of clothing. Y/n slowly jumped to his lap, moved the piece of clothing and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Hmmm..~ Seems my small kitsune is back…” he mumbled, his hand moving to her fur. Y/n felt in peace in his hands, and without making another movement, she slowly fell asleep. Little did she knew…the mysterious man was aware of her real face and metamorphosis abilities long ago~

#indra otsutsuki #大筒木インドラ #otsutsuki indra #indra #indra x reader #indra otsutsuki headcanons #indra uchiha #yandere indra otsutsuki #cute indra

[petitelepus]

FOX'S WEDDING, PART 2

KITSUNE!RENGUKO KYOJURO X FEM!READER

Summary: You take the Rengoku brothers to buy clothes, maybe eat a little something and then return back to your new home for the night. Or...?

Warnings: None

A/N: Female Reader, Kitsune Kyojuro, Kitsune Senjuro, Kitsune Rengoku, Monster Musume!AU

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18 II PART 19

You could feel it, no see it, how people were staring at the three of you as you walked through the shopping mall. It had taken a moment to get there by foot, but you made it there. You tried to ignore their stares and focus on the Rengoku brothers, or rather your fiance and his lovely and shy little brother. They were so different, yet similar.

"So many humans!" Kyojuro thought out loud as he looked around, "And demihumans also! I'm happy to see everyone living together in peace!"

"As best as we can, yes." You nodded as you looked at the stores, wondering where you should head first. These foxes needed some modern clothes. That's when you noticed a clothing store, meant to men and you smiled as you pointed at the store, "Would you like to visit this place first?"

Kyojuro and Senjuro looked at the store and they both nodded as the older brother smiled, "Yes, let's!"

So the three of you went inside and you started to pick clothes for Kyojuro first, making sure to try and estimate what his size was, but his kimono covered his body well.

"Let's pick different sizes for you to try on in the dressing room." You said as you picked a couple of different sizes of the same shirt. "Which color do you like more Kyojuro?"

"Hm, I like them all, but if possible, may I make a request?" The fox asked and you nodded, "Of course!" What is it?"

He smiled as he leaned forward and whispered to you, "We are wearing rather traditional underwear so might I suggest we pick up something more modern?"

Hearing this, you blushed, barely able to look at Kyojuro as you nodded furiously. How could he smile like that when talking about underwear!?

"Yeah, yes, sure!" You nodded and turned to head toward the underwear section. Both Rengoku brothers were awed when they saw modern men's underwear. "These look very comfortable!"

"They should be…" You muttered shyly, "Pick anything you want."

Sadly, there were no sizes for Senjuro, but you promised him that you would visit a clothing store that had clothing for his size. Meanwhile, you picked shirts and a couple of pants here and there before giving them to Kyojuro and asking him to go into the changing room.

"We wait right here with Senjuro so you can come out and show how the clothes look on you." You said and the older fox nodded happily as he took the clothes and closed the changing room's door behind him. While he was there, you and Senjuro sat on the chairs next to the small room.

The silence between you felt awkward, but when you glanced at the younger fox from the corner of your eyes he didn't seem bothered at all. No, he was looking at everything around him in such awe, it was honestly cute. You smiled, "What kind of clothes do you like Senjuro?"

"M- me?" The young boy stuttered as he looked at you and then blushed, "I- I don't know for sure. All the clothes there look so grown up and cool."

"I'm sorry for taking you here first." You apologized, "When your brother is done we can go and search for something for you to wear."

"Oh, I don't mind waiting." He smiled bashfully, "As long as big brother and you are happy then I'm happy also."

Oh God, he was so adorable, you could almost squeal. You smiled at him, "You're a very kind young man Senjuro, did you know that?"

"So are you, big sis." He said right back at you, "Many would be shocked by hearing about sudden engagement and to a yokai of all creatures, but you have been really nice to me and my brother."

"Aww, you're so sweet!" Okay, you couldn't help yourself, you squealed maybe just a little bit. Senjuro was honestly so kind and cute. You wanted to let him know it, but suddenly he looked up and you followed his gaze and you felt your breath get stuck in your throat.

Kyojuro was wearing dark slacks and a white dress shirt you had picked for him. Honestly? He was so handsome, you felt your brain short circuit, but you recovered quickly.

"Kyojuro!" You smiled as you got up and looked at him, "How do the clothes feel?"

"They are nice, but my tails don't have much room." He replied and you nodded as you walked up to him and looked him all over and around, seeing that the pants weren't exactly made for his tails.

"We have to make some changes so your tails can fit comfortably, but that shouldn't be hard." You noted, "Maybe cut a hole at the tails' base and then put a button above them?"

"Yes, that would be marvelous!" Kyojuro exclaimed, "Do you know how to do that?"

"I aced home economics so it shouldn't be hard." You nodded and then you looked at him in those gorgeous eyes of his, "How do you feel otherwise?"

"Good! How do you like them?" He asked back and you blinked as you looked at him over again and smiled a little shyly, "I think you look really good in them."

"Then I'm happy!"

"Why?" You blinked before smiling, "Do you like how you look?"

"Yes, because my bride dressed me as she sees handsome!" Kyojuro said and you could feel the blood burn your cheeks below the skin as you blushed furiously. How can he be so open about everything he feels?

"Okay, pants are good, try some shirts on just in case, and then we can head to register to pay." You grumbled as you averted your gaze from him and his bright smile.

"As my bride wishes!" He exclaimed happily before going back to changing room to try on the clothes you had picked for him. You took a seat next to Senjuro and glanced at him, only to see him smiling at you. You blushed a little, "W- what is it?"

"Nothing, I'm just happy to see you two get along so well already," Senjuro replied honestly, and your blush just got worse.

It took a moment but soon enough all three of you were ready to head to the next store where you picked clothes for Senjuro. He had been so shy when he first stepped out of the changing room, wearing a black hoodie and shorts, but you and Kyojuro were admiring how handsome he looked in his new clothes.

Just like his older brother's, Senjuro's pants needed to be altered to make him feel comfortable with his tail. Otherwise, you picked some hoodies for him, a couple of dress shirts also, some T-shirts, pants, shorts, and some underwear as well. While you were there, you picked some basic shoes for the two of them, and by the time you were done with clothes shopping, you had 14 bags full of their clothes.

"Oh my God, we bought so much stuff…!" You gasped as you looked at all the clothing bags you had. You silently thanked mister Smith for providing you with a debit card to pay for all the stuff you had bought… But you still needed to buy some food also and it was starting to get dark outside.

"We can carry our things so you don't need to, my Hime!" Kyojuro said as he glanced at his little brother, "Right, Senjuro?"

"Yes, brother." The younger fox nodded with a small smile. You smiled, but you would still need to buy so many things. These two came here without anything personal, not even clothes, you thought they would deserve some nice thing also, besides clothes.

Well, that had to wait because you could feel your stomach grumbling and you were pretty sure that these two Kitsune's stomachs weren't any fuller than yours. What an awful hostess you were, having your new housemates go hungry. You had to come up with something fast.

Suddenly, Senjuro sniffed the air and looked at his older brother, "I smell something brother."

"Me too." Kyojuro nodded and you blinked, sniffing the air. Burgers, you could smell fresh burgers being cooked on fire. That is when you remembered the burger place just a couple of floors down from where you were.

"Are you hungry?" You asked even if you were pretty sure they were. Both brothers nodded and you smiled, "Have you ever had a hamburger before?"

"What's a hamburger?" They both asked as they tilted their heads in curiosity. You had to look away, they were being so cute.

"Come with me and we will get some to eat." You told them and the brothers smiled as they heard food being mentioned. With all the bags you had, you took an elevator down and the scent of food got stronger the closer you got to your destination. By the time you were by the burger place, you could hear the brothers' stomachs growling and see the small trail of drool from the corner of their mouths.

"Do you have any allergies or something I should worry about?" You asked and the brothers shook their heads. You smiled, "Good. Follow me."

You made the brothers sit on the table before you walked up to the register and ordered three double cheeseburger meals with fries and Cola. As you carried the tray filled with food, you could see the fox brothers' ears shoot upwards. You chuckled as you put the tray down on the table and watched the foxes' gorgeous eyes widen.

"Please dig in." You said as you sat opposite them and watched how they eagerly ripped the paper covering the burgers and bit into them. You watched them chew and you reached for your burger when all of sudden-!

"TASTY!" Kyojuro shouted all of a sudden, startling you so badly that you nearly dropped your own burger. You whipped your head to look at him but his attention was purely on the hamburger in his hands. You blinked, confused. What just happened?

"TASTY!" He shouted again before taking another mouthful of the burger. Okay, now you were confused. You turned to look at Senjuro who was happily munching his own burger, as if his big brother hadn't just shouted from the bottom of his lungs.

"TASTY!" There he went, shouting again.

"Is- is it really that good?" You asked and Kyojuro smiled at you happily, "Yes! It's very delicious!"

Really, huh? Well, if he said so. You took a bite of your burger and hummed a little. But no matter what, it was just a normal cheeseburger. Delicious, but nothing extraordinary.

"TASTY!"

Again? You were about to ask again, but Senjuro suddenly caught your attention.

"What is this drink here?" He asked as he looked at the cup filled with Cola. You realized that they had never probably tasted Cola or any sort of soda before.

"It's soda. It's like a sweet bubbly drink." You nodded, "Try some."

Senjuro nodded as he bought the straw to his lips and sipped. You could see the moment when soda hit his tongue, as his pretty golden eyes widened and he pulled back with a smile, "It tickles my tongue! Try some brother!"

Kyojuro nodded as he put his almost-eaten burger down and took a sip of his own Cola.

"You're right, it tingles!" He laughed and you couldn't help but smile, feeling this happiness coming from inside when thinking how much you could show the modern world to these two. Or so you thought when the older Kitsune reached for a fry and ate it.

"TASTY!"

"H- hold on!" You cried out as you looked at him, "Are you going to shout tasty after each bite?"

"Hm!" He nodded, mouth full.

"Big brother loves good food," Senjuro said and you blinked.

"But doesn't it-?" You were about to ask if it didn't bother other people, but as you looked around, it appeared that they didn't even pay attention to you three. Weird?

"I hope you don't mind, but I put a small spell on us so no one is bothered by brother's yelling." Senjuro said carefully and as confused as you were, you smiled, "That is amazing Senjuro! You're amazing!"

The younger fox blinked as your words settled and he blushed as a cute smile rose to his lips. "T- thank you."

The three of you ate and you soon got used to hearing Kyojuro shout tasty with every bite he took. It didn't take long for all the food to be gone.

"So full." You sighed as you finished your last fry. The fox brothers were all smiles and you noticed that there was a smudge of ketchup on the corner of the Kyojuro's lips.

"You got something here." You said as you pointed at your own face and the older fox blinked as he tried to wipe the red smudge off, but he didn't quite get it.

"Here, just a second," You grabbed a tissue and carefully wiped the ketchup off his face. The man absolutely beamed, "Thank you!"

You're welcome. I take it you enjoyed the meal?" You asked and Kyojuro smiled right back at you, "These were delicious!"

"I'm happy to hear that." You smiled and he nodded, but then he looked at the now empty tray and you couldn't help but to notice that his smile didn't quite reach his pretty eyes, "Shame there isn't anymore."

"Oh, are you still hungry?" You asked and he turned to look at you, "I wouldn't mind another one."

"Then we can order some more if you would like?" You suggested and Kyojuro's earlier happier smile returned, "Can I get 10 more?"

"Wait, what?" You blinked.

What followed next, you could barely believe if you hadn't seen it with your own two eyes. Kyojuro wasn't kidding when he requested 10 more hamburgers. He ate them eagerly, occasionally taking a small sip of his Cola before continuing to eat.

For a fox, he sure ate like a horse.

You glanced at Senjuro who nibbled on some fries, occasionally dipping one in ketchup before eating it. He seemed to sense you looking at him and turned to look at you, "Is everything alright big sis?"

"No, nothing is wrong." You shook your head, but you did take a glance of soon to be an empty tray of burgers, "Your brother has a good appetite."

"Big brother loves good food," Senjuro repeat what he had said earlier. You nodded, choosing to accept this and feeling happy that mister Smith had agreed to pay for everything because even if you would find a job, you doubted you would have been able to pay for all this food.

After finishing eating, the three of you made your way back to your new home. Once you stepped inside, you immediately noticed that your moving boxes weren't in the lobby anymore. The moving men must have carried them to your room as you requested.

You and the fox brothers took off your shoes and you immediately noticed that Senjuro was yawning. Poor boy must have been so tired after the long day of shopping you had done.

"Would you like to head to bed Senjuro?" You asked and the young boy looked at you tiredly, "If that is alright with you then may I?"

"Of course it is!" You smiled as you nodded, "You can sleep this night in your underwear. Many human males do that."

"Should I use my new underwear?"

"Tomorrow, I'll just cut a hole for your tail and wash them." That is when you realized that you hadn't bought simple things such as toothbrushes, but maybe it wouldn't kill you if you skipped one day.

"You should also head to bed Kyojuro." You said as you glanced at the older fox who nodded, "Hm! I will, but what about you?"

"I'll head to bed soon enough. I'll just have to do a couple of things first." You replied, but the Kitsune looked at you thoughtfully.

"Promise me?" He asked and you nodded, "I promise."

"Very well then!" Kyojuro smiled again as he looked at his little brother and then at you, "I wish you both good night!"

"Good night brother," Senjuro nodded with a small smile and you smiled, "Sleep tight."

And just like that, the two of them made their way to their own rooms and you followed behind them, going to your room, but instead of going to sleep, you started opening your moving boxes, trying to find something specific.

"Gotcha!" You smiled as you found your little sewing kit amongst the stuff you had. With that item of yours, you made your way back downstairs, making sure to be extra quiet so you wouldn't disturb the Rengoku brothers. You picked up the clothing bags you had left at the entrance of the house and carried them to the living room.

You made yourself comfortable on the couch and grabbed some of the brothers' boxers and carefully cut a hole in them for their tails. They didn't require a button because they were stretchy, unlike their brand new pants. Those needed a button so they could be closed above the tail's base and therefore stop them from falling down.

Why you were there in the living room at 11pm fixing your new housemates' pants? Were you some kind of a weirdo? Possibly, but after the day you had, you were too energetic to sleep yet. Besides, staying at the manga cafe seriously messed up most of your sleeping schedules. You would return to normal schedule but it would take a moment.

"I thought you said that you were going to do only a couple of things?"

You nearly screamed, startled by the sudden voice behind you. You looked over your shoulder and saw Kyojuro standing there-!

Holy crap, he was muscular! Like, he could pose in the middle of a classroom full of art students and even they would get distracted by his body.

But what was the deal with such skimpy white underwear!? It barely left anything to your imagination, but you were a fine lady, not a perv and you forced your eyes up to look at his eyes and try to forget his underwear.

"W- what are you wearing?"

Nice job you, talk about his underwear right off the bat. Kyojuro blinked but his smile went nowhere, "They are called Fundoshi!"

"Shh…!" You quickly brought a finger to your lips, "Senjuro is sleeping."

"Ah, pardon me!" He replied, much quieter now. "What are you doing?"

"I knew I couldn't sleep so I decided to start tomorrow's work early today." You replied as you turned to look at the pants in your hands instead of Kyojiro on his underwear.

"Did you try?" He asked and you felt a little bad for shaking your head, "I've been sleeping badly for the last month or so. I'll get my usual schedule back in a few days."

"I see." You heard him say, his voice coming closer, "May I spend time with you then?"

"Oh, you don't need to," You shook your head, "I also need to visit a convenience store. Get some ingredients for breakfast."

"At this time?" Kyojuro blinked, "You have stores open at night?"

"Some stores." You nodded as you put the pants down, thinking that if you left now for the store, Kyojuro would let you be and go back to sleep. "I won't be long, I'll return in-!"

"May I come with you?" He suddenly asked.

"Oh, you don't need to-!" You turned around, ready to let him down carefully and make him go back to sleep but the moment you turned to look at him properly he was standing directly behind you.

"I insist. Who knows what kind of people are out there." He said, and you noticed that his smile was a little tight. You frowned, not really wanting to bother him, but you had a feeling that he wouldn't let you go by yourself no matter what you would say.

"Okay, but put on some clothes we bought." You gave up, reaching for one pair of pants you had already fixed and a red hoodie that you grabbed and threw to him over the couch.

"Yes, my Hime!" He nodded enthusiastically as he slipped the pants and hoodie on while you put your sewing kit down and got up to put the shoes on. It was a warm night so you wouldn't need a jacket.

It took no time for Kyojuro to come and join you. As soon as he got his sandals on he absolutely beamed at you, and you hated to admit it, but his smile was extremely contagious!

"Ready to go?"

"Yes, my beloved Hime!"

And you left and wandered into the night.

#rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku senjuro #reader #reader insert #writing #my writing #story #my story #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #Fem!Reader #rengoku x reader #kitsune #nine tailed fox #monster musume!au #monster musume #ENJOY!

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Hi! If you aren’t busy at the moment I was wondering if you could do Sigma, Chuuya, and Dazai (separately) x Kitsune! Reader and could it be fluff?

Also have a wonderful year and make sure to stay hydrated!!

Oh I absolutely love this idea. You have a wonderful year as well dear anon.

Dazai, Sigma, and Chūya with a Kitsune s/o

Genre: Some good old fluff!

Dazai

 -> Well this is a match made in hell heaven.

 -> Dazai should never be paired with another trickster, at least if you were to ask any member of the agency that is. Or the Port Mafia. Or the general public. Or-

 -> It is of no surprise that he’s absolutely enamoured with both you and your powers. 

 -> Now his love for your magic can actually be rather wholesome at times. Late nights where he watches you perform tricks, whether that be the creation of fire, illusions, or even the bending of space itself.

 -> He sits there ever so quietly, watching you with pure adoration in his eyes, a small that is for once genuine playing on his lips.

 -> The other times are as typically “Dazai” as one can imagine.

 -> Want to see Kunikida lose his shit over his book of ideals being a carefully crafted illusion? Wanna see it again? 

 -> He also enjoys being challenged! He’ll make a game of it even. If he can figure out what five objects are illusions within five minutes you’ll be paying for dinner. If he fails however, he’ll be the one paying (after much reluctance and a fair amount of whining that is).

 -> Now there are actually shrines dedicated to kitsune, in which one can leave offerings, usually in the form of Kitsune Udon. 

 -> Dazai will sometimes leave such offerings for you, usually after a fight or as payment for lending him your powers. He’s actually rather respectful about it too, in his ever playful way.

 -> He won’t ever visit a shrine to give offerings however, unless of course you were to do such a thing.

 -> Now I know what you’re waiting for dear reader, and yes he does cuddle with your foxtails. Yes he falls asleep there, no you cannot get up from the bed.

 -> This love for your tails also means that he’ll try to see what makes them pop out.

 -> Does a sudden surprise work? Or is it more when you’re tired?

 -> Some of his methods are more nonsensical than others. Twenty pokes to the side, a mini ritual dance he made up on the spot. He knows they won’t work too, but seeing the exasperated look on your face is just too good.

 -> He’s also rather fond of having you accompany him in your fox form. Even more so if he can carry you.

 -> Will jokingly suggest a leash, please slap him.

 -> Expect lots of head pats too, along with random tugging on your ears.

 -> Now being as old as you are, you’re going to have lots of stories and Dazai is more than happy to listen to all of them. 

 -> While he is definitely interested in all the big things, such as battles you’ve fought in or your recounts of historic events, he’s actually much more interested in all the trivial facts you know, the more mundane things.

 -> One part of that is because he just genuinely loves hearing you talk, but the other part is because there’s a high chance he won’t actually know any of it and he strikes me as a man who likes learning, especially if it’s from someone he cares for.

 -> One thing he truly treasures is being able to converse with someone as intelligent as he, so there’ll be lots of late night talks about anything and everything as he finds himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you. 

Sigma

 -> Now Sigma has probably heard of Yokai before. Either by overhearing it in passing conversation at the Sky Casino, or by listening to one of Kolya’s many passionate, if not a bit nonsensical, rants about the theatre. 

 -> He’s somewhat surprised when you reveal what you are, but not as surprised as he could be, he knows Bram after all. More curious than anything.

 -> And with that curiosity comes a lot of questions, mainly in regards to what you know, or what you’ve seen. He finds your wisdom and memory to be fascinating, if not a little intimidating at times.

 -> He may even find himself going to you for information and help regarding certain topics or situations. While he undoubtedly likes being independent (or more correctly has grown used to it), he can’t deny how nice it is to be able to actually turn to someone for such things instead of dealing with it all on his own. 

 -> His feelings towards your powers are positive for the most part.

 -> Not only are they a pleasure to watch but they’re also incredibly useful.

 -> With your permission he’ll start giving you tasks around the casino. They range from using your illusions to rig games to putting on shows as a way to keep guests entertained.

 -> In some cases he may even ask you to manifest in a guests dream if he suspects them to be up to something or liable of causing trouble. The goal there being for you to find out if the suspicion was correct and to persuading the guest otherwise if it was. 

 -> After enough trust has been built up, and he can ensure that you know how to manage everything, he may even task you with transforming into him, as kitsunes are said to be able to duplicate a specific persons appearance. He’ll have you handle the people while he continues with his paperwork and he finds out that things run smoother with two people in charge, they get done quicker.

 -> Which means more time to spend with you :D

 -> He will also sometimes task you with patrols around the casino, to ensure the safety of both her and her guests.

 -> Now one thing he hates about your powers is that you use them on him.

 -> Sure never maliciously, but man they really do his head in at times. Between you and Kolya he’s surprised he hasn’t ripped all his hair out.

 -> Speaking of Kolya, he loathes the idea of the two of you working together to annoy him. It’s gotten to the point that if he sees the two of you in the same room he just leaves immediately (if possible).

 -> Despite this he is acutely aware that if you were to simply stop your little antics he’d be at a loss. He’d miss them, though he won’t ever admit such a thing, especially to the likes of you.

 -> They’re a nuisance, but they’re a part of his day nonetheless.

 -> He loves touching your tails. Cuddling them, brushing them, simply running his hands along them. It’s absolute bliss for him, especially after a long day at the casino.

 -> When the two of you are in bed he likes it when you use them as a blanket of sorts. He’ll be out in no time and it’s absolutely adorable.

 -> Will also ask lots of questions about them. When you got them, how it felt, and so on.

 -> Another one that gives you head pats, usually accompanied by a soft forehead kiss. Maybe even a rub behind the ears. Never comes off as condescending, just a little teasing.

 -> Will let you scamper around his office in your fox form, as long as you promise not to knock anything off the shelves. He may even let you run around the casino like that too if you so wish. 

 -> Lovely lovely man is just so in love with you.

Chūya

 -> Another one that isn’t all too surprised. 

 -> His first reaction to finding out was actually amazement, like “holy shit that’s so fucking cool”. 

 -> There’s an immediate respect for you when he finds out, along with a sense of camaraderie, understanding.

 -> Ever since he found out what he was he’s struggled with his own humanity. He wouldn’t consider himself human, at least not fully anyway, and so to find out that the person he cares for most is also not human gives him a sense of comfort. Like he doesn’t have to worry about it as much anymore, it’s no longer as important as it used to be. 

 -> Now your more mischievous nature does remind him of Dazai to a degree, which is very annoying, but he also doesn’t hate it as much. 

 -> Don’t get me wrong, get him on the right day and he’ll be yelping like a chihuahua (sidenote: did you know that kitsunes are apparently deathly afraid of dogs?), but because it’s you it’s ultimately more endearing than anything.

 -> He also finds your abilities to be useful, especially for keeping people in line. You’re intimidating, the most powerful person in the room at any given moment, a class A threat and he knows it.

 -> Though he can never stop himself from worrying about you he’s a big fan of going on missions with you! All sorts, even just information collecting.

 -> He does have a preference towards jobs that require fighting though. He enjoys watching you fight and he also enjoys showing off. 

 -> It also serves as a learning exercise of sorts. If he sees you do a move that looks especially cool he’ll tuck it away in his memory to practice later.

 -> You also might know some tactics that would be useful for the mafia, and so next time there’s a meeting between executives he’ll bring them up to Mori, to see which ones would be wise to implement.

 -> Now in regards to your mind he finds it to be something worth admiring and he’s not afraid of letting it be known. He has made it clear to his subordinates that your word should be held at the same level as his own, that you should be as respected as he is. 

 -> He adores listening to you speak, but even more than that he enjoys learning from you. He has no preference in what it’s about either, and while he isn’t fully interested in everything it serves as a lovely break from his duties either way. 

 -> Now surprise surprise, he’s a fan of your tails. Sometimes anyway.

 -> Given his stature you could, hypothetically, completely hide him in them. I’m not saying you should of course, but I’m not saying you shouldn’t either. Just be prepared for him to ignore you for an hour or so.

 -> His favourite form of affection regarding them is helping to groom them! Chūya is very big on looking his best and now that’s extended to you. The highest quality brushes and shampoo will be hand delivered to your doorstep, along with some udon and a bouquet.

 -> He really enjoys the domestic nature of such a thing and you’ll find him leaving little kisses to your back and shoulders as he works.

 -> Now something he doesn’t plan on admitting is that he wants you to sit on his lap in your fox form during a PM meeting. He thinks it’d make him look badass as all fuck.

 -> Though, not as badass as you of course.

#✧ library shelves ✧ #have I mentioned that I adore Sigma before? #bsd #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #sigma #sigma x reader #bsd sigma #dazai #dazai x reader #nakahara chūya #nakahara chuuya #chūya x reader #chuuya x reader

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Female zoroark hybrid reader x warden ingo head cannons that are nsfw?

Yes!👀

Zoroark Hybrid Reader x Warden Ingo hcs

Reader is afab with she/her pronouns

Nsfw

slight Breeding kink

You were a Pokemon hybrid said to be stronger than normal humans yet he somehow was stronger, letting out an inhuman growl that made you whimper and submits to him. "P-please..." you would whine, only for him to shut you up with his mouth while he takes you. Telling you to save your bratty energy for his cock.

He would coo at the wonton sounds you make when his hand digs into your long flowing hair and pulls, forcing you back against him, as he bucks his hips, his cabin filling with the sounds of skin against each other

He's obsessed with your ears. nipping and playing with them rubbing or scratching them when he's balls deep inside or pulling at them when you need punishment. Your little nub tail wagging when your ass is red with his handprints

During your heats, you only got worse pulling at ingo's torn coat, calling out his name and title in that pleading voice, "Warden Ingooo!" whining and crying for him to breed you. Pawing for him from his bed that you claim as your nest. your fingers plunging deep inside over and over waiting for him to come home, you're on the verge of tears because it's not enough you need him. .by the time he does come back, his room smells of your sex. your nose against his old polo shirt rubbing your thighs together.

When you snarl at him he snarls back, Ingo does not care if you are a hybrid Zoroark he will not tolerate bad behavior, and you will be punished, whining and whimpering with his fingers in your cunt.

"Are you going to be a good girl? I will not let you cum until you submit."

Oh How He Loves your toothy smirk when you have him underneath you. forcing him down to the ground as you ride him, milking his balls with your hot tight cunt. How you toy with him and make him suffer, growling at him to beg for himself to fill you up only for his orgasm to never come. The pleasure inside of him burns so good. you drool for him the same way he drools for you.

Ingo howls, feeling Your claws dig into him as he claims you with his seed.

Hisuian Zoroark can be pretty aggressive hybrids are no exception, though you seem to be a little more docile, shy even. Your aggression only flares when someone else has Ingo's attention. Ingo could only laugh when they talked about The ghostly fox Yokai that you must avoid at all cost, how it wanders the village's streets at night hungry for flash. You are nothing more than an attention-starved puppy that begged for his touch.

#smut #pokemon legends arceus smut #pokemon ingo #warden ingo x reader #pokemon ingo x reader smut #submas