#day 2 kitsune

[moonchild505]

Vivid shadows 2024 Day 2

It's finally time today is the day I leave. I was done with the insults from my peers and the constant jabs from potential people to apprentice under. It drove me crazy I knew I never fit in with the other men of the village, I was just sick and tired of my differences being brought to light so I'd made plans to leave.

I was going to make my way to a nearby city to work as a scribe for a lower ranking nobleman, I was always praised for my writing abilities and simply sending a message to this noble was a decent interview it seemed.

My bags were packed for the week long walk ahead of me. Managing to get some travel clothes and some supplies to keep myself fed and moving during the long trek. With a goodbye to my parents my mother giving me a small wooden idol, shaped like a fox. My father rather quiet seemingly coming to terms with my decision the time up to this point he kept questioning where this came from. I appreciated the quiet I knew we didn't agree but I'm an adult I can make my own choices.

As I turned to leave the village my mother called out, "Keep that figure close it's meant to keep you safe from forest spirits."

I was more than happy to keep the gift close though more as a reminder of home than anything supernatural, I may not have the best memories here but it's still home.

The first day was relatively quiet didn't run into anybody on the road as expected I knew getting closer to the city I'd probably start bumping into travelers and merchants.

It felt like just a few short hours before the sun began to crest the horizon it was unfortunate I couldn't make it to the first village in my stop to rest there. I had planned for this however using my pack to rest my head on and using a loose piece of fabric to cover myself for some protection in the unlikely event it started to rain. Patting the ground down I sat and prepared to eat some travel food.

During my short meal I noticed something or at least thought I did, a rush of white out in the treeline. I panicked a bit at first but calmed myself brushing it off as either a small animal or just my eyes playing tricks on me. I definitely appreciated the presence of the idol that night placing it close to me facing out into the woods.

I woke up the next morning a little sore but otherwise fine. I began to pack up but froze when I came to pick up the idol, it wasn't facing into the woods anymore, it had turned to face exactly where I had slept. I decided to just pack it up and make my way to the next village. My pace was definitely much quicker than the day before.

Reaching the small village I had planned to stop by was quite the relief I found my lodging and just decided to rest for the rest of the day, some anxiety building around the turning of my wooden figure and that white flash I saw at night.

Once I was settled down for bed once more I left the idol on the floor facing the door. It took a bit longer to go to sleep that night, struggling to shake the feeling I was being watched. Eventually the exhaustion of travel took me to sleep.

I woke up in the morning and I felt incredibly sore which was odd for having just slept in a proper bed. It felt like my body was almost pressing against itself. Some morning stretches lessened the pain that was a boon I was thankful for. I went to pack up freezing again at the idol it was once again turned to face me. It even left an unusual dent in the flooring. That was definitely a concerning omen.

I tried not to think about it the rest of the day and it worked somewhat but before I knew it night fell. I cussed myself out for not making it to my next stop in time but had no option to settle down before I couldn't see and broke my foot on a stray tree root in the dark. I setup and when I went to fetch the idol, I couldn't find it. I panicked and began to stare back on the rapidly darkening trail hopeful I dropped it just a short ways back.

I didn't see it. I stared into the woods in a panic too filled with fear to eat that night. I kept spying that same white flash that night and some small part of me desperately didn't want to sleep tonight. Eventually I passed out the exact time of when was a blur.

I woke up with a start, thrashing to escape a nightmare but found that I was pinned down under the moon by a pale woman. I was confused as to what was happening. It all became clear as a set of white tails flicked into view behind her nude body.

I tried to break free but found a great deal of resistance the moonlight catching on her body enough for me to get a proper view of her. She was gorgeous, she had an incredibly soft looking body ,a slight pang of jealousy and desire attempted but failed to cut into my panic.

She called out where my eyes had gone,"There will be time for that later little kit. First I need to free you, I've been following you for days and watched you struggle to break free of that prison you think is your body."

I gave her a confused expression that feeling cutting through the panic, the feeling only exploding further as she leaned in to kiss me. After the kiss I felt my body go limp she let me go but I could just raise my arms off the ground.

The panic resurfaced as I watched what I can only describe as steel claws grow out from the tips of her fingers. She lowered her one hand with a slash, I see the massive splash of blood, seeing tatters of my clothes sent flying drops of flesh blood tinting them red. I wanted to scream but felt no pain to scream for even just calling for help brought only a whimper from my lips.

She continued to cut at my body with careful slices. I thought that this was the night I die. I kept waiting and waiting for the blackness of death to take me but it never happened. The more she cut the more of my blood covered the floor the less constrained I felt. Feeling returning to my hands but I couldn't bring myself to stop her. Some deep part of me kept me still some part wanted her to finish.

I don't know how long I was on the ground in that meadow but eventually the kitsune stopped cutting at me. She offered me her hand and I took it. My mind a bit of a blur as she guided me to a small stream and we went into it together. I felt yet more blood and even bits of flesh get dragged away by the stream. I arched as I suddenly felt a sudden extreme pang of pain in my spine. She held me tight as it happened the pain intense enough I collapsed fully into her arms, those terrifying claws now gentle hands to hold me close.

The pain subsided very suddenly but I couldn't shake a new odd sensation I had felt. She lifted me out of the water and placed me beside it. I looked into her eyes her ears twitching almost showing some tinge of excitement. She gestured for me to look into the water. I did and while the stream wasn't a perfect mirror I could see something was off. The face that stared back at me was much softer, my black hair was still there but now a pair of black fox ears sat at the top. Twitching and turning at every little sound. Even the darkness of night was more manageable as I could just barely see that my eyes had changed as well.

I crawled back from the stream unsure about what had happened only to notice that my own figure had changed. All the flesh cut off me yet I had no scratches on my skin, not even old scars from my youth. Though what caused the biggest shock was the pair of breasts that now adorned my chest. I quickly gazed between my legs to see that that too had changed.

I was panicked again but not out of fear just overwhelming confusion. This should feel all wrong but I felt free and like this is what was inside me the whole time. I didn't even question as a jet black fox tail wrapped around me and I instinctively grabbed it. The other kitsune sat beside me now. That same gentle demeanor as she brought comfort to this confusing event. I ended up dozing off in her arms.

[babbimetal]

SHUT. THE. FUCK. UPPP

[volatilemask]

why do the streams always devolve into this

[scouting4love]

1 in the morning, no one up, usagi posting hours

[hemlocksandfoxgloves]

Kira + Fox tails

Day 2 of Kira Appreciation Week

@kirayukimuraappreciation @thiamsxbitch

[drawnaghht]

posting also these sketches I found from my sibling @anshiel (with ther persmission) bc I like seeing more art of these characters and I like how they draw Kitsune, Chizu and Usagi ^^

[veiledfox]

"Wouldyousitonmyface?"

"Shut up Kyuushi-"

[thatonefatgumsimp]

ok so I've been forgetting to share, but I'm doing creatuanary and I've done day 1, 2, and am working on day 4. I still have to do day 5. I'll send the rest here when I'm finished. But here, have the first two:

[adispit]

Hiyaaa can I ask for Ayato from Genshin with a kitsune reader who steals pieces of his clothing as a secret crush on him but one day Ayato catches them and punishes them.

A Punishment ?

Ayato x kitsune! bttm male reader

Content warnings: spanking, anal tongue fucking (receiving), overstimulation, rough sex, creampie , slight predator prey dynamic (if you squint), slight dubcon because reader wasn’t really into the spanking at the start

Note: This fic has been marinating in my inbox for 2 weeks so I hope you enjoy! Also I haven’t played Genshin in a year so this might be a tad bit ooc 😭. Enjoy!

You had always been someone in the background, shadowed and sheltered under the protection of your sister, Guuji Yaemiko. Few to none knew of your actual existence as centuries passed, except for the Raiden Shogun and the clans themselves. Her influence stretched far, wrapping around you like a protective veil.

The Shrine was your haven, but also your cage. Every decision, every move you made, was watched, controlled. It was always for your safety, she would say. The sister who would tease and always play you like a fiddle to her silly whims became firm and unmovable when it came to exploring beyond the Inazuman city. You had been sheltered from the harsh realities of the world, never given the freedom to truly explore it. Yet, that defiant streak within you had only grown stronger. You didn’t want protection. You wanted to live.

However, what your sister could not shield you from was unforeseen. A little crush you had harboured for the Yashiro Commissioner himself, Kamisato Ayato. A man who carried himself with grace and power — a man who like your sister, commanded respect wherever he went. The very man that made the Kamisato name arise from its ashes and make it the prestigious clan today. As much as you hated to admit it, you were nothing better than those maidens who chased after him relentlessly for marriage offers. It stung to think of yourself in that way, to admit that you were drawn to him with the same intensity that they were.

It wasn’t just his power or his elegance. It was the way he moved with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, the sharpness in his gaze that made you feel seen even when you wished to remain hidden. You were drawn to him with a fascination that bordered on obsession, an allure that you couldn’t shake off no matter how hard you tried. Due of your crush, you found yourself resorting to a silly yet strangely satisfying ritual—stealing Ayato’s clothes. It was an odd way to cope with the intense feelings you harbored for him, but it was the only outlet you could manage. Each stolen item, whether a glove, a ribbon, or a sash, became a cherished possession, a physical connection to him that you could hold onto.

Each piece of clothing was a wishful reminder of him—a way to keep a part of him close, even if you could never have him completely. You would fold his garments carefully, press them to your face, and imagine the moments he had worn them, his scent of sandalwood and rain with the lingering warmth, It was your own secret fantasy. It was harmless really. A secret way of indulging in the hopeless crush you’d harbored for the head of the Kamisato clan.

However, tonight, the air felt different—charged with something you couldn’t quite place. Strangely, there weren’t any guards present that were on patrol. The estate was quiet. A little too quiet.

Still, you pressed on.

The thought of what you were about to do made your fox ears twitch in excitement. Ayato’s chambers were silent as you nudged the door open, the dim light of a single candle casting long shadows over the room.

You crept inside, eyes scanning for something to take. His haori lay draped neatly over a chair, and without hesitation, you reached for it. The silk fabric slipped through your fingers, smooth and cool to the touch. Your breath caught in your throat as you brought it close, imagining, just for a moment, what it would feel like to be wrapped in it—surrounded by him. The thought made your cheeks warm, but you pushed it away, carefully folding the haori over your arm.

It was a ridiculous thought, you knew that.

You allowed yourself a small smile. Another successful heist, another piece of him to add to your collection. You moved toward the door, your escape clear and easy.

But as you turned, something stopped you.

A faint rustle. Barely a sound, but enough to make your ears twitch with alert. You froze, eyes darting toward the corner of the room. Nothing.

You waited, heart racing in your chest, every instinct telling you to bolt but curiosity kept you rooted in place. Slowly, you scanned the room again, your gaze lingering on the bed. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes landed on a figure sitting in the shadows.

Ayato.

He was leaning casually against the headboard of his bed, his body bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. His lavender eyes, sharp and calculating, met yours with a calm intensity. Those eyes were striking—like shards of amethyst, reflecting the light in a way that made them almost glow. They watched you with a calm amusement, though the glint in them suggested he was far more aware of the situation than you were.

Your heart raced as you took in his appearance. His long, pale blue hair was neatly tied back, save for a few loose strands that framed his angular face. The moonlight accentuated his porcelain skin, making him look almost ethereal, like something out of a dream. Yet there was nothing soft about the way he held himself—he stood with a quiet strength, the grace of a nobleman who knew his power.

“You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” His voice was smooth, almost melodic, but there was an edge to it. It sent a shiver down your spine.

You swallowed hard, clutching the haori tightly. Ayato’s tall, lean frame was still relaxed, but every movement he made was deliberate. His long fingers tapped rhythmically on the edge of the bed as he spoke, drawing attention to his hands—hands that could command armies or, in this case, one mischievous kitsune.

“I… I didn’t mean—”

Ayato’s lips curled into a faint smirk, revealing a glimpse of his sharp wit. “Didn’t mean to what?” He interrupted, stepping forward, the soft rustle of his clothing barely audible. “You seem to have a habit of taking things that don’t belong to you,” he murmured, his voice low, smooth, and far too calm.

“Lord Ayato,” You squeaked softly, ears flattening as you clutched the fabric in your hands. He approached, slowly, the air between you charged with something you couldn’t name. “What were you planning to do with this, hm?” He gestured toward the ribbon in your hand, his voice soft but laced with authority. “Stealing from me, Yae Miko’s brother no less… What would she say?”

You bristled at the mention of your sister, but there was no escape now. “I just wanted—”

“To see if I’d notice?” Ayato finished for you, his amusement deepening as he tilted his head slightly. His eyes never left yours as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. Up close, you could see the slight tension in his jaw, the quiet authority he carried in every word.

His hand reached out, brushing lightly against the fabric of the haori. “I noticed,” he whispered, his voice sending a thrill down your spine. His fingers grazed yours, cool to the touch yet searing with the unspoken threat of control.

Ayato’s smile was small but devastatingly confident. “But there’s a price to pay for stealing from the Yashiro Commissioner.”

Your heart raced as he stepped even closer, the close proximity making your tail swish back and forth with nervousness and anticipation. “And I think you know what that means.”

“Get on your knees,” he commanded, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. You hesitated for just a moment, but the look in his eyes—dark, intense, and utterly unyielding—was enough to make you comply. Your legs gave way almost instinctively as you dropped to your knees, your heart pounding in your chest. The rush of adrenaline coursing through you drowned out everything except the sound of your own breathing, loud and uneven in your ears.

He took another step, his movements so fluid that his bare feet made no sound on the hardwood floor, as though he was one with the shadows. You could feel the heat radiating from him even before he stood directly in front of you, the faint scent of sandalwood and rain lingering in the air—intoxicating and impossible to ignore.

A slow, deliberate smirk tugged at the corners of his lips—a smirk that sent a thrill of both fear and excitement rushing through your body. The expression was playful, yet there was something undeniably dangerous in it, like he was silently toying with you, fully aware of the power he held over you. Up close, you could see the cool, detached amusement in his eyes—like a predator toying with prey, knowing full well you were already caught in his web.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. You hesitated again, but the silent disapproving look in his eyes was enough to make you move. You stood up slowly, your hands trembling as you began to undress. Reluctantly, your robes slipped off, leaving you stark naked and cold, shivering in the cold night air. Truth to be told, you were a virgin, never having the chance to even have a sexual outlet besides from fingering yourself and masturbating on rare occasions when your sister wasn’t at the shrine. Even with your crush on Ayato, you were rather reluctant and admittedly, a tad bit fearful.

He watched you, his expression unreadable, but the fire in his piercing eyes made your skin tingle with anticipation. That calm, calculating gaze burned with something primal even though his face remained impassive. When you were done, he simply gestured for you to turn around. You hesitated briefly, but his silent command left no room for question.

Your heart pounded as you moved, his authoritative presence looming behind you. “Hands on the bed,” he demanded, his voice brushing dangerously close to your ear. The soft, commanding tone sent an involuntary shiver down your spine, making you feel small beneath him.

You obeyed, placing your palms flat against the cool surface of the futon. The fabric felt grounding under your trembling fingers. You could hear him moving, the quiet rustle of his robes as he adjusted himself, his body heat brushing ever closer. The air between you felt electric, charged with tension, until—

Without warning, the first blow landed hard across your ass. The sharp, stinging pain rippled through you like a wave. You gasped, your body jerking forward from the sudden impact, your tail instinctively going taut. The burning sensation lingered, intensifying with every passing second, until all you could do was grip the sheets, struggling to steady yourself against the onslaught.

“Ayato, I don’t think I want to — Ah!”

He wasn’t done.

The second blow came even harder, the sharp impact sending a jolt of pain through your body. This time, you couldn’t suppress the cry that escaped your lips, the force of it stealing the breath from your lungs. You bit down hard on your lip, the metallic taste of blood faint on your tongue as you fought back the tears threatening to spill over.

“Count,” he ordered, his voice dangerously calm. “And call me Sir. Stay still,” he added, the warning in his tone unmistakable, “Or this will be even worse.”

You could feel the power in his command, the unspoken promise that he wouldn’t tolerate disobedience.

“Two, Sir,” you whispered, your voice trembling, doing your best to remain still despite the lingering sting.

The next few blows came in quick succession, each one more painful than the last. Your ass was on fire, the pain mingling with the arousal that was building inside you. You could feel yourself getting hard, your body betraying you as it responded to the punishment. The next few blows came in quick succession, each one landing harder than the last. Your skin burned, a searing pain spreading across your ass with every strike, and it felt like your entire body was on fire.

Tears slipped down your cheeks, and no matter how hard you fought them back, they kept coming, blurring your vision. You mutely counted the blows between occasional cries of pain and ragged gasps for air. The room spun around you, the sensation too much, too fast.

Each smack to the ass only intensified your horror at your arousal and your arousal. You could feel your dick twitching and getting stiffer as the pain resonated throughout your body. Precum was beginning to pool beneath your cock as the electric sting that the pain brought felt even more pleasurable than the last.

“T-ten,” you whispered shakily, your hands gripping the sheets as you struggled to keep from collapsing under the pressure. Finally, he paused, giving you a moment of respite to catch your breath. Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath, the tension in your body slowly unwinding as the sting of the blows lingered. Your skin was still ablaze with the aftermath.

You could feel his hand resting lightly on your back, his fingers brushing against your skin in stark contrast to the harshness of his earlier actions. The touch was almost tender, a strange gentleness that sent a confusing wave of emotions through you.

Suddenly, with a swift motion, you found yourself turned around, now facing him. Despite the harsh punishment you had endured, you felt your heart race and then falter as the close proximity of Ayato became overwhelming. Your traitorous tail, betraying your true feelings, swished involuntarily with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

However that did not distract him from the hard on you sported, much to your embarrassment. His slender hand crept down your body and dwarfed your cock. He rhythmically rubbed your length, making you shudder and feel the sparks and the familiar hum of pleasure beginning to ignite.

“Yes,” you gasped as Ayato purposefully tightened his grip around your sensitive tip, never stopping his pace, “Oh—fuck—” as that mischievous hand closed around you, there was a playful air about Ayato as he let out a soft melodic laugh while mumbling something under his breath and then shifting his grip.

The next slide up was a tight, demanding fist. You threw your head back.

“Does that feel good, (Name)?” There was an amused lilt in his voice that made you flush head to toe.

The rush of blood and desire to a point low in your stomach was overwhelming. The movement was growing slicker, better , so tempting to lean fully into. You had never been this turned on.

“I don’t know, ” you cried through a strangled whine, you felt Ayato’s laughter directly through your skin, and somehow that made him suddenly very close.

There was something so exciting and arousing about it the way the man you had dreamt about, the very Yashiro Commissioner, himself was helping pleasure you. The very thought had you moaning, once, and falling slack like a puppet with cut strings. 

You were gently pushed back onto your back against the soft surface of the futon with both your legs are hoisted up, hanging against Ayato’s shoulders. Your body folded in half as you saw his head buried in your thighs, goosebumps rising on your skin as your tail hairs brushed against his chin.

“Ayato?!” You struggled for the commissioner to release his grasp on your legs, but to no avail, as he tightened his grip to hold you still. You flushed red in embarrassment, the thought of Ayato seeing everything too much to bear. 

And then you felt something warm and slimy breach past the ring of muscles, causing you to yelp in surprise.

Holy fuck. Was Ayato actually doing what you thought he was? 

You shuddered as waves of pleasure traveled up to your core. Gritting your teeth to try and contain the shameful moans from escaping you, afraid to realise that this was all a dream, afraid that Ayato would be turned off by you.

“Hnnn…Ayato….” You groaned, eyes clenching shut and face wrinkled as you bit back on a pathetic whine. All of a sudden, you jolted.

Ayato’s tongue had prodded at something deep inside you that made you melt into a puddle of arousal and shame. You unconsciously gripped his head tight with your thighs, messing up his perfect tidied hair. He had found your prostrate. And then he stopped, a gossamer thread of saliva connecting his lips to your hole as he retreated.

You couldn’t help but notice the shy mole that hid beneath his spit shiny lips — he was absolutely ethereal even with his messy and tousled hair. An unnatural pink flush decorated his fair and porcelain face and you realised that he was aroused.

By you.

The thick tension hung in the air as he silently gazed at you, the hunger in his amethyst eyes almost engulfing you on the spot like he was a man gone wild.

Shadows danced on his face as he meticulously removed his robes, still carrying himself with the same grace and dignity as if the air wasn’t imbued with the electric undercurrent of arousal and the fact that he had just tongue fucked you. He stood above you, full mast and you felt your breath get stolen away from you.

Ayato had a picture perfect physique, lean, almost like a statue carved out and had come to life. Your eyes immediately dove down to his abdomen, to be greeted with his cock, hard, already pressing against your rim, twitching invitingly. Both hands gripping your waist as he positioned himself.

“We will not stop now, (Name). Your pleas and cries will be unheard. This is a punishment.” He stared at you with an unyielding gaze, one that you were ready to challenge. “This is the lesson you must learn, the price of your rebellion,” he concluded. “One I accept.” You let out a hoarse giggle. His eyes darkened almost simultaneously as what seemed like another amused smile tugged at his lips before he let his actions speak for himself.

He did not give any mercy. Ruthlessly driving into your hips with a force like he wanted to merge into you, you felt his girth stretch and force your walls to mould into its shape. “Huh...?” Your mind went blank with pleasure, and for a while you couldn’t comprehend what happened. Your insides clenched down hard on his cock as slaps of skin punctuated the silent night air.

“Ah! Ggh- Aah! W-wait! Ungh —!” You slurred inaudibly as you felt your body rock to his merciless pace, your cock dribbling endless pre-cum uncontrollably. He promised your pleas and cries would be unheard and he served his promise, not even a single word could leave your raw throat. Only guttural whines and moans would escape your bitten lips as you fell into the throes of pleasure.

Alas, decisions were made and you could not regret what you said. Here you were, getting your deserved punishment in the form of a ruthless fucking.

Everything was too hot, too sticky and hummed with the sound of distant sobs, you groggily thought. Oh. Those were from you. Your skin was sticky with the sheen of sweat and cum and the futon beneath you was drenched. You felt unusually full, like something sloshing in your tummy. Your hole felt sore. And he wasn’t done. But you would never admit defeat….was the last thought that echoed in your muddled mind as you gave into the embrace of sleep.

“(Name)? Learnt your lesson now? Oh. The silly thief has admitted defeat.” He pushed back his sweat soaked hair as he glanced upon your slumbering form. Letting out a grunt, he pulled out of your red, swollen hole as semen immediately began dripping out your gaping rim. Humming an exasperated sigh, a fond expression appeared on his face as his lavender eyes crinkled into crescents as he gently ruffled your hair.

The little kitsune had fallen into his trap.

Sometime ago, Ayato had noticed his belongings going missing. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t deserve the title of Yashiro Commissioner. The thief clearly had no ill intent, but it became particularly vexing when he realized that the pair of gloves Ayaka had gifted him had mysteriously disappeared as well.

Then one day, by sheer coincidence, he noticed the little kitsune who had caught his eye more than once, wearing a familiar ribbon in their hair— his ribbon. And on their hands, the very gloves he had been missing. Amusement flickered in his usually composed gaze as everything clicked into place.

It seemed someone had developed quite the habit. But Ayato wasn’t the type to let such things go unaddressed. Oh no, if this little fox thought they could slip away unnoticed, they were sorely mistaken. Someone was in need of a lesson, and he would be more than happy to provide it.

So he plotted.

note: ajskskskk, I’m finally done 🙏 my first ask so I hope this was done well!

Reblogs are appreciated 🧑‍🍳

[monstersflashlight]

how about a male kitsune x fem reader. Maybe they are childhood friends and he loves to tease her a lot and acts really cocky all the time but scares away any potencial rival. Unknown to them both their parents who are good family friends ,have been trying to set them up together partly due to the fact of some very old promise their ansestors made or something but won’t force it and see it as if it happens it happens. But male kitsune has a secret, his true form and accidentally shows the reader this while confessing but she reassures she doesn’t care how he looks (if anything she finds him quite handsome like this) and she likes him too. His secret form I guess could go two ways I’m not sure which sounds better 1: she never knew he was a kitsune, and them being childhood friends was really just her playing around with a baby fox that she thought belonged to his family. Or 2: she knew he was a kitsune all along but he has a 3rd form he never showed her this one looking more like a bipedal humanoid fox a form of which not even his family has thus being self conscious of. Thank you so much your writing is really cool!

A/N: Hi! This request was very fun to write, hope any of you mind that I mixed both, made sense in my head. Also, as a great mind said “daddy is a state of mind”, I imagine this story as them being very close in age, like max three years apart. Enjoy!

The nine tails

Kitsune x fem!reader || daddy kink, arranged marriage, mates,

When you thought back to your childhood, you always had blurry memories of an animal. A fox. A white fox that followed you around and played with you when you went out into the garden. Your parents thought you were talking about a plushie or something, but you knew better, there was an actual fox that approached you as soon as you stepped outside. But when you were about twelve, he disappeared.

It hurt you so bad and so profound that you cried for days. You cried and cried and your parents didn’t know what was wrong. Your neighbor came around, a nice lady that you’ve known all your life, the mother of your crush… She said it was a pain of heart, and also disappeared. It was ominous and weird, and it woke you off a stupor that you didn’t know you were into.

You woke up and kept living. Even when your friend, your crush, left, you kept going.

And kept going.

When past your twenties, your parents announced that you were to marry an unknown person, or not so unknown. When you walk to the altar and see your long forgotten childhood friend… you are lost of words. You are so confused you dissociate through all ceremony. Before you realize you were married and living with a man you thought forgot about you.

You are calling him husband and he’s calling you wife, and your life is boring. You came back to your house one day, a bit earlier than anticipated because you signed a big contract and you want to go out for dinner with your husband, even if you barely talk. But what awaits for you there is not what you expected.

There’s a white fox in your living room. A white fox that turns into a human, a very naked human in the form of your husband. You gape at him, speechless.

You turn around to leave when he stops you. “Wait! Hear me out, I…”

But then it clicks. “You are the fox,” you deadpan.

“What?” He’s as surprised as you.

“The fox from my memories. It’s you.” Everything starts making sense, why they left, what his mother said when you were a kid.

“I- I thought you didn’t remember that,” he whispers, more to himself than to you.

“Of course I do, it broke my heart when you disappeared. I was so sad my parents bought me a puppy.” He doesn’t answer, staring at you like you grew a new head. You look into his sad eyes and can’t hold back anymore: “Why did you leave me?” Your question is filled with sadness and disappointment, the wound that you thought forgotten is once again open and bleeding. You thought you could get over the fox leaving, probably something to do with nature, but knowing it was him… That it was him who abandoned you…

“I’m sorry. I- They told me I had to. I couldn’t keep visiting you because I could throw everything into the wind if my fox got too attracted to you. So I pulled away, but it pained me, it pained me so much I could barely transform for so long after I stopped seeing you. And then we moved away and I… I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His voice is broken as he explains, his words rushed as if he’s trying to convince you as much as he tries to convince himself.

And you get a new realization at that. “That’s why you came back? That’s why you married me? Not because they signed some papers when we were not even born?” You ask for confirmation.

“Of course not! I love you. Always have. Always will,” he tells you, eyes filled with tears and emotions showing in every twitch of his body. You stare at him, so moved by his words that you just stare. You stare for so long that he starts to squirm and moves to walk away, accepting your silence as a rejection.

But this time is you who stop him: “Then make love to me until I can’t walk anymore. Breed me until I can’t think of anything else. Fuck me until the sad memories disappear and I can only think of you inside of me,” you pronounce the filthy words as if your life depends on it. As if his body and his soul are what you crave more than air.

He chuckles, swallowing back his tears as he tells you: “You can’t say that and look at me directly, or this would end sooner than expected.” You look down at the same time as he does, seeing his dick twitching and growing hard in front of your eyes.

“Does me saying dirty things arouse you, daddy?” His groan is so loud and desperate that you have to bite back your own moan.

You throw your clothes off your body like a soul followed by death and stare at him, naked in all your glory, as his eyes flash in different colors and his ears morph into fox-like ones. And then you see his half form, his tails behind him, all nine of them swinging as he approaches you slowly, making you grin at him until you are chest to chest. He grabs you by the waist, holding you thigh as he lowers his head and kisses you in the most dominating way ever. Your knees give out under you, but he grabs your ass and pushes you up, inviting you to wrap them around his middle.

He gropes your ass as he grinds his dick up to your wet center. You keep whispering “daddy daddy daddy” as he rocks your body against his. He’s as desperate as you are, your kisses consuming, trying to get your love across his lips. Trying to show him all the longing and pain that he caused you, as he tries to kiss it away. It’s intoxicating and deep, so emotional and intense that you are breathless.

When he finally pushes his dick inside your dripping cunt, you shiver with the force of the sensation. He pushes your body against the wall, plastering himself against your front as he leaves your mouth to kiss your neck, leaving marks as he goes.

He fucks you against the wall, desperate, uncoordinated… and perfect. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” you chant over and over, his dick hitting that special place inside of your pussy that makes you see stars.

You start to shake in his arms. “Are you going to come for daddy? Are you going to make a mess out of your pretty pussy for me?” You nod eagerly, biting his neck and making him cry out as the first shoot of cum hit you deep inside, hot as lava.

You groan as your own orgasm rocks your body, convulsing against his arms as his tails caress your legs like the softest touch. It drives you to a new level, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream as he fucks you through your aftershocks. He breathes hard against your neck, biting softly with his long fangs.

“You are so good, such a good girl for daddy,” he keeps whispering soft things against your ear as you come down, breathing hard and blushing harder than ever. He kisses your sweaty forehead as he walks you to the bathroom, not letting you go as he runs you a bath.

[yandere-sins]

Monstober 2024

Monster-Enthusiasts, Monster-Lovers, and Monster-Fucker, I call upon thee! This upcoming October is going to be spooky!

It's time for a whole month of delicious monster content! Whether you want them to stalk, to hunt, or to devour your little protagonists (mind you, the monsters are the real protagonists of the story, hehe), I want to see a month dedicated to the beauty of the Ugly and Horrible! All things monster are welcome—art, writing, any kind of showcasing a monster! No matter how cruel or how obscene you like it—now's the time to show it off! ♥

I have prepared a list of monsters & prompts for your guidance, however, if you'd rather do a different monster or a different prompt, that is totally fine! If you prefer to stay private and not have your post reblogged to this blog, that is totally alright, too! This is merely for fun and giggles, and I welcome everyone who wants to challenge themselves this upcoming October to use this list if they want!

How to participate in my Monstober:

- Starting October 1st create something with the monster or prompt of the day! That is all you have to do.

You don't have to do all days or even in chronological order. Feel free to alter the prompts as needed. Your monsters do not have to match the usual descriptions of their kind! Post whenever and whatever you like as long as it is still connected to monsters!

- If you want your entry to be reblogged: @ me yandere-sins in your post, don't forget to put content warnings if any apply (especially Violence & Sexual Content—however, those are very welcome!), and put long texts (once they reach 3k words) under a read more! I'll reblog the posts as soon as I see and have the time to get to them!

Prompts

Day 1: Chimera | Mixed // Misunderstood // Insanity

Day 2: Werewolf/Werecat | Full Moon // Claws // Beastly

Day 3: Alien | Otherworldly // Uncanny Valley // Space

Day 4: Harpy | Cliff // Flying // Illusion

Day 5: Nymph/Dryad/Leshy | Plants // Playful // Nature's Bounty

Day 6: Naga/Lamia | Scales // Wrapping around // Poisonous

Day 7: Sphinx | Riddles // Sand // Giant

Day 8: Merfolk | Water // Singing // Alluring

Day 9: Folklore Creatures | Cautionary Tales // Truth // Naivity

Day 10: Mimic | Treasures // Hungry // Wrong

Day 11: Yuki-onna/Snow Spirit | Snowstorm // Promise // Guiding

Day 12: Witch/Wizard/Magician | Magic // Spells // Towers

Day 13: Shifter | True Form // Unbelievable // Transformation

Day 14: Minotaur | Labyrinth // Bannished // Following

Day 15: Eldritch Horror | Eldritch // Imprisoned // Tentacles

Day 16: "Church" Grim | Graveyard // Protecting // Spirit

Day 17: Dragon | Fire // Hoarding // Fairytale

Day 18: Kitsune | Tricked // Tails // Mystical

Day 19: Elf | Warrior // Swift // Merciless

Day 20: Goblin/Orc/Troll/Oni | Hordes // Village // Brutish

Day 21: Kelpie | Deception // Following // Stuck

Day 22: Skeleton/Zombie | Undead // Loved // Grave

Day 23: Angel | Feathers // Guardian // Watching

Day 24: Ghost | Shadows // Invisible // Coldness

Day 25: Vampire | Blood // Biting // Night

Day 26: Fae Folk | Lost // Fairy Circles // Names

Day 27: Drider | Silk // Cave // Ensnared

Day 28: Demon | Summoning // Contract // Otherworldly

Day 29: Gods | Reign // Glow // Worshipping

Day 30: Human | Real Monsters // Dangerous // Smile

Day 31: Free Choice of your favorite monster or a completely new one!

I look forward to all the monstrous ideas you'll come up with! ♥

[phyrestartr]

Divine Favour | Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader (Pt.2) NSFW

W/C: 3.2k #NSFW, THEY FUCKIN', bottom!reader, top!sukuna, mild yuuji/reader, yuuji and gang are v early 20s, heian sukuna, male reader, typical kitsune shapeshifting, canon typical violence, morally grey reader, sukuna ignores feelings through the force of sheer willpower, unhealthy relationships, power imbalance, dubcon elements, blood as lube (SORRY), Sukuna unhinged horknee, ABO elements

A/N: I wanted to make this include more parts, but I am so flabbergasted and in awe of the response to this fic that I feel the need to feed y'all feral creatures LMAO. JKJK but 👀 Thank you for all the feedback and support! It really gives me the motivation to continue writing and to interact with the JJK community. I'm having a lot of fun!

tags: @kamote-kuneho @kamote-kuneho @nyanwko @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9 @3zae-zae3 @chibiduck @kiiyoooo @lukaijah

“What the fuck is this?” Sukuna drawled, an intense fury simmering through his being. His gaze couldn't tear free from you, not even to size up the blindfolded weirdo watching him intently. 

He shattered the coffin, freeing you from the makeshift cursed bath some freak had forced you into. He smoothed damp hair from your sickly face and searched for sparks of life somewhere in the cold stillness that'd overtaken you. And there was something. He found it, a little glimmer of vitality in the smallest, shakiest inhale. 

“Good,” he praised, brushing your hair back more and more to get a better look at your face. You looked like the frail little thing he saved all those decades ago.

“You know,” Gojo interrupted, but Sukuna paid him no mind, “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you actually cared about that kitsune.” 

“Then you don't know what this is,” Sukuna decided blandly. “Figures.” Kenjaku kept him off the record, huh? Guess that's a bonus.

“Oh? Do you wanna enlighten me before Yuuji comes back?” Gojo smiled, as if he really expected Sukuna to play nice and be honest with him. “Come on, come on, it's your chance to be vulnerable~” 

“Tch. Pretty damn sure the fox'll be the one to tell you.” His hand smoothed over your stomach and rubbed slow, gentle circles against your skin as reverse technique sought to bring you all back to him. “He yaps about as much as your insufferable ass does. Granted, he talks a lot nicer.” 

“Wow, rude.” Gojo sighed and clapped twice as if clapping on a light. “Okay! I've had enough bullying. Yuuji–” 

“Brat, don't you fucking dare–” 

Yuuji inhaled sharply. He blinked owlishly at your calmed expression, your eyes now closed and breathing now steadied thanks to Sukuna's aid. 

Aid. That wasn't something the king did. 

“Sensei,” Yuuji managed, voice quivering under the weight of memories’ emotion. “Can you fix this?”

Somehow, you were stuck in the throes of flirtation with the malevolent king of curses. 

“It may be courtship,” Uraume guessed, soft smile brightening their cold exterior. 

(They'd been smiling more recently, actually, ever since you completed that overcoat and presented it to them. Nary a day went by when they did not don the sentimental garb.)

But you weren't so sure; the event of courtship was serious business across all lucid creatures. Animals and creatures of primal existence sought out partners with favorable genes and strong constitution, whereas humans and the like yearned for merit or love in their coupling. You didn't quite grasp the way humans thought. Not yet. 

Well, save for flirting. You decided it was a sort of pre-courtship where nothing became serious and nothing was on the line, but frivolous touches and haughty words of praise ran rampant when those concerned crossed paths. 

Much like today.

(Much like the days before and after.)

You walked along the stone-paved path most mornings, lost in thoughts and mumbling to yourself bits and pieces of poems. Most were unfinished, but in their own time, verses would find one another and complete the incomplete. 

A groggy yawn hummed from the palace entrance. And moments later, Ryoumen Sukuna fell into step with you, grumbling and mumbling complaints about the nippy Spring morning while he tucked his arms away into his sleeves. 

He followed you, idly looking around the expansive space you'd helped curate and maintain when you weren't busying yourself with the girls or decorating clothing. The gardens weren't a mess before, not at all, but now they had a certain taste–trees and flowers were planted with specificity, stones were moved, paths reworked. You took the outside over completely. The king didn't mind. 

“Sukuna-sama,” you said, voice melting in kind with the morning frost. “I'll need to leave for a short while.” 

Sukuna quirked a brow and looked at you. You gazed upon the large, thick koi flashing their beautiful scales and ornate patterns of orange and white as they swam and followed you. Tch. How come even the fish were drawn to you? 

“And how do you think you'll accomplish that?” Sukuna tossed a rock into the koi pond, making the fish scatter. “Getting away from me isn't something you can do.”

You huffed and looked at him. “I understand. I simply seek your permission.” 

“Denied.”

“Ah.” You deadpanned. “Why?”

“You're mine; I decide where you go, how you breathe, if you eat. Or are you forgetting that?” 

You sighed and let your ears droop sadly with your tails. “Surely you jest.” 

“Are you laughing?”

You whined like a sad, sad street pup before cozying up to him, slipping your hands up his stomach and chest like you were supposed to. “Please?” 

“No.” 

You chittered and pressed your face against him, but didn't protest and complain much more. 

Sukuna’s thoughts whirled. The show was amusing, sure, but you didn't do anything without reason, especially when it had to do with breaking character and acting out like this out of–

Oh? 

Sukuna leaned down and sniffed you, searching for the intriguing coil of flowery citrus he nearly missed on the warming breeze. It was so, so faint, but decadent and alluring in a way that made the master of toxins cautious–most poisons tasted sweet, after all. 

You pulled your head back, shrinking down the slightest bit with your ears flattened against your skull. Your eyes, wide as a full moon, stared up at him, expectant. The touch of your hands on him never left, though.

“Brassavola nadosa.” Sukuna tilted his head. “You smell like it.” 

You blinked curiously, relaxing. “Is that so?” 

We don't have that orchid in the garden. Sukuna hummed and lifted a lock of your hair, catching another weak waft of the flower's faint scent. 

It's coming from him, then. Hm. 

“Tell me again why you want to leave the palace?” Sukuna asked on a hunch.

And that hunch doubled down when you fidgeted with the cloth of his haori and looked aside. 

“I wish to bear children," you admitted, shy and quiet. "To try, at the very least. Perhaps find a mate, too.” 

Children. You wanted children. After everything those sorcerers put you through for who knows how many years, you still wanted to mother a runt of your own. And you were willing to run off into the wild to, what, let some random man knock you up? Fill you with seed of unknown origin, unknown value, unknown potential?

Sukuna's ego flared. He leaned down to you, tilting your chin up to make you look him in the eyes regardless how small you felt in that moment. He deserved to witness you. You deserved to witness him. 

“You're not leaving,” he breathed, and he swore he could hear your heart break. “If you want a brat, you'll get a brat–only if you stay here 'n give up on those shitty thoughts of finding a sire out there.”

Your eyes scanned his face, tracing over serious lines and honest creases. Clearly, you searched for an answer–

“How?” 

–one that Sukuna didn’t have. Or maybe he did. Perhaps he just couldn't find the words for it. 

He scoffed and ruffled up your hair, unable to answer you. “You're not leaving. Not unless I say so.” 

The first time he let you go, he left scars. 

He found you in your chambers come early evening. Your tails swished and flicked as you sat amidst a nest of his robes and the missing linens from his chambers while you futzed over the embroidery of another haori, this time adorning the plain thing with the darkest scarlet one could find. Sukuna could already guess why. 

Your being burns as wildfires do. Lively. Emphatically. Devouring more and more so long as the earth lets you. Yet where you do not lay ruin, you grant warmth and light in a divine way. Wildfires are not such horrible things if one stays a respectable ways away. 

Your poetic nonsense irritated him to no end, but he fell enamored all the same; you spoke to honor him with every utterance of his name. You didn't try to kiss his feet nor did you bask him in compliments–you only spoke into existence that which hummed through your mind, unprovoked. It just so happened to be everything Sukuna liked to hear. 

So when he found you secluded away, beckoning so sweetly with intoxicating scents of citrus and gardenia, what choice did he have but to lay claim, to give you the brat you so sorely yearned for?  

You sensed him. Your gaze flicked to him, stoic and unmoved as ever, as the energy in the room built into suffocating silence, something like tectonic plates caught in deadlock, holding their disastrous energy, waiting for the right moment to devastate the world with a single, cataclysmic shift.

And of course, it was the impatient predator that moved first, setting a catastrophe into motion. 

The hours blurred together. 

Every minute of the chase was thrilling, invigorating, surprising–you were filled with tricks and traps, never slowing down for a second to think or doubt as the beast of a sorcerer pursued you through his palace, through the city below, and now into the looming forest in the mountains. 

Admittedly, he'd gotten carried away. He lost himself in the rush of it all, the adrenaline and pure, destructive desire pushed his self-control into unraveling just the slightest bit; honest attacks tore through space and time, hoping to maim and cripple you if they were to hit. And, honestly, the way you avoided his attempts to strike you down enthralled him as much as it enraged him–he was seconds away from unleashing his domain until a less-than-satisfying ripple of cursed energy tore across your thigh and put you down.

It was then, walking up to you, to his prey, that Sukuna remembered you weren't a sorcerer. Most would be able to stand and walk it off, maybe even heal with reverse technique, but you could only grasp at your weeping wound and grimace. Because you were not a sorcerer, you were a kitsune: a trickster, a creature full of mischief and void of cursed energy. 

Yokai. Not a human. Not a curse. Not like the rest of the boring souls wandering his earth. 

Sukuna pinned you the second you tried to make a break for it. Fangs and claws gnashed and tore into him while his hands strained to keep you down and rip those damn clothes free from your burning skin. 

Mating's never a pretty thing when it comes to nature. Humans like you made it something more.

Sukuna clasped a hand over your mouth and forced his weight onto you, ripping reedy yowls from your core as you twisted and turned, primal mind urging you to run, run, run, don't make this easy, make him prove his worth–

Rip.

Ribbons of what were once your robes fluttered to the ground, useless and unsalvageable. They were plain black, so unlike what you usually wore. You wouldn't miss them. 

“Make this as difficult as you want, pet,” Sukuna whispered as he loomed over you. His hand slid from your mouth to your throat when you stilled.  

“You know how this ends.” 

His pants were pulled down while another hand wiped slippery blood against your pliant entrance–and that was the only warning you got before he pushed into you. 

Where you should have screamed, you instead sighed. Your back arched off the ground like a work of art. Two hands gave up on holding you down in favour of gripping your waist and hips, pulling you closer to him, forcing you flush against his body. 

He noticed it then: a litany of old scars and discoloured marks shining against your skin. Marks left by those who did not deserve to taste such a delicacy. 

Unsightly.

Blood painted the grass. Cleaves and slashes ate away at those tainted scars, painting over the ugliness left hidden for too long–now, his marks would decorate you. Now, those hidden scars would mean something. They’d mean everything. 

Yet Sukuna's selfish maiming wasn't fitting the bill, and your antsy-ness was proof of it. You tried for the last time to pull from him, but his grip tightened around your throat. You gazed at him, then, eyes so wide and hungry, eager to fight or fuck–whichever came first. 

He braced over you and nearly winced as he dragged out of your suffocating heat. A sharp snap back inside loosened you, the glide of blood and slick aiding him. 

“I'll take you the way you need it,” he drawled as he built the pace quickly, already feeling his own obsession and excitement reverberating through his body, filling every fibre of muscle with electricity.

“Then,” he growled, leaning closer to your face. “I'll fuck you the way you want it.”

“More,” you sighed, digging your nails into the pillow you had your face buried in while the beast fucked you from behind. Sukuna groaned in compliance and lanced into your guts deeper, harder, faster than before–you were the only one that could handle the brutal way he let loose, and he was more than willing to indulge in that privilege. 

The hands all over you rose to the occasion, too; one had your tails fisted in his ruthless grasp, rudely holding you still and pulling you back against his hips; another rested on the curve of your ass, only moving to give a sharp slap or to knead your soft, perfect skin; the last two held your hips in a crushing force, his calloused fingers digging into your plush sides and sharp hip bones like you might disappear at any second. 

A sharp, sweet whine signaled the beginning of the end, as did the restless fidgeting and shifting in the king's grasp. Seeing you, a poised, powerful, mischievous being, come undone beneath him came to be one of Sukuna’s favourite sights, especially knowing it could only be because of him--only him. 

He leaned over you, his heavy chest pressing into your back as one hand released your waist in favour of fisting in your hair and tugging your head back and out of the futon you so desperately clung to. 

“Ah-ah,” he scolded breathily. “No hiding.” It was a familiar sentiment, one he had no problem reminding you of now and again. You had a horrible habit of trying to vanish when overwhelmed, after all. 

“Terrible beast,” you snapped back, scoffing indignantly when the deep bassy laugh of the man rolled through your body. “Horrible.” 

“You love it,” Sukuna growled back, grinning through every word. 

Something about it clearly struck a chord with you, judging by how fast you choked on your voice and came undone, legs trembling and body tightening around the too-big intrusion. The king groaned and bit at your neck, licking whatever blood beaded at the surface in between rushed, hushed words of praise for you and your efforts–most, if they heard the things he said, would call it out of character for the beast. Most didn't get to see beyond his raw power and crippling cruelty, however. 

Sukuna grunted and spilled inside you, pulling you back by your hair, hips and tail to ensure he forced every bit of his offerings deep into your core. Your body rocked and twitched against his, accepting all he had to offer you at the end of yet another coupling, before he let go of your locks and let you collapse face-first into the futon. 

He pulled out slowly, watching as every inch slipped from your abused hole before popping free and uncorking a dribble of whiteness from inside. He tutted and scooped it up with two fingers before stuffing it back in. 

“Oi, oi, are you even trying to keep it in?” He teased, smirking as you huffed. 

“You've exhausted me. I have no energy to attempt the impossible,” you lamented, nuzzling your nose further into the soft sheets smelling of cedar and fresh blooms–something so uniquely Sukuna. 

Your king sighed and gave your ass a firm few pats. “Guess I'll have to spoil you even more.” He settled onto his back and easily pulled you onto him, yanking you up to straddle his waist right where that second mouth laid open and eager to taste you. 

“This is uncouth,” you sighed. But you rocked back against the thick, heavy tongue pressing into your pliant heat, licking deep into you with a mind and hunger of its own. 

“Seems couth enough for you,” he commented, watching you ride his centre with rapt attention. “Little harlot's getting off on this, hey? Such a needy little brat.” 

His hands smoothed up and down your legs and sides as you shamelessly chased a second high. Your hands clasped over his as he took you into his hand and stroked you back to ample stiffness, the soreness of too many rounds of fucking making you far too sensitive to touch. 

“S-Sukuna-sama,” you stammered. “I can't–”

Sukuna's head tilted with a pleased smirk. “Ho? I thought you wanted to bear children? Are my offerings not enough for you?” 

You scrunched your face up into something of a prissy glare, but the shine clinging to your lashes and the shuddering of your body against his betrayed your crumbling demeanor. Of course, he was impressed with how his fox was fairing considering everything he put you through. 

He maneuvered you onto your back, grinning as you growled and weakly struggled against him. You looked perfect–stomach swollen, hair fanned out behind you, eyes teary but unable to tear away from the creature that’d tormented you for hours upon hours with no desire to give you a break. 

“Greedy god,” Sukuna lamented. One hand came to rest on your bruised neck again, fitting around so perfectly. “Nothing’s ever fucking good enough for you.” 

“You are.” 

That gave Sukuna pause. He stared down at you, all eyes looking over you with rapt attention as he tried to think. Tried to understand. Tried to parse those words and uncover what exactly you tried to convey. 

But it didn't click. 

“Tch. You're lucky I'm a generous god,” he scolded, releasing you from your torment in favour of collapsing down beside you for some much-needed rest. Not only did your beautiful body wear him out (not that he'd admit it), but your whimsical words wore his sanity thin. The worst part was you didn't even intend to damage him so. 

“I am truly honoured to merely be in your presence,” Your voice, light and dreamy as petals fluttering, laughed, and Sukuna's soul did something odd. 

He stared at the ceiling as you shuffled beside him, quickly returning to his side, donned in one of his haori and determined to make a comfortable nest of blankets and clothes around you both for the rest of the night–ah, morning? Huh. What an ordeal. 

You curled up next to him, shoving your back firmly against his side the way you often did when resting as a fox, and Sukuna huffed. 

“Turn to me,” he commanded, and you obeyed. 

He, too, turned to face you to envelope your lithe form with invincible arms and divine protection. Your soft purrs rolled through him, settling his wild spirit into a lazy tempo of an early morning stroll through a garden filled with one sort of white orchid: 

Brassavola nadosa. “Lady of the Night.” Your calling card. Your divine essence.

"Brassavola nodosa (Lady of the Night) is a medium-sized epiphytic or lithophytic orchid species boasting extremely fragrant flowers throughout the year. The blossoms, 4 in. across (10 cm), emit a citrus fragrance at night. Each flower features long, slender, pale green or creamy-white sepals and petals and a large, heart-shaped lip sometimes adorned with purple or dark red spotting." - gardenia.net

[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

Note: All of these drabbles are under the premise that all parties involved are consenting to the actions held within them, and are part of established relationships.

To be posted in order starting October 1st:

Day 1

Yandere!Dragon!Mingi + Somnophilia

Day 2

Yandere!Alien!Junmyeon + Oral Fixation

Day 3

Yandere!Trickster!Seokmin + Predator/Prey & Asphyxiation

Day 4

Yandere!Siren!Wooyoung + Size & Orgasm Denial

Day 5

Yandere!Moon God!Soobin + Somnophilia & Praise

Day 6

Angel!San + Body Worship & Possession

Day 7

Yandere!Fae King!Seonghwa + Queen & Praise

Day 8

Yandere!Vampire!Jinki + Blood & Oral Fixation

Day 9

Yandere!Hybrid!Hongjoong + Predator/Prey & Marking

Day 10

Tiger Hybrid!Soonyoung + JOI & Masturbation

Day 11

Heretic!Yunho + Thigh Riding & Sensory Depravation

Day 12

Yandere!Demon!Kun + Oral Fixation

Day 13

Demigod!Jongho + Praise & Possession

Day 14

Yandere!Kitsune!Yuta + Bondage & Overstimulation

Day 15

Yandere!Siren!Yeosang + Predator/Prey & Body Worship

Day 16

Vampire!San - Cockwarming & Blood

Day 17

Yandere!Bodyguard!Choi Minho + Biting & Oral Fixation

Day 18

Naga!Seonghwa + Asphyxiation & Predator/Prey

Day 19

Yandere!Fallen Angel!Yunho + Possession & Size

Day 20

Yandere!Siren!Hongjoong + Biting & Oral Fixation

Day 21

Yandere!Fae!Taemin + Overstimulation & Somnophilia

Day 22

Incubus!Wooyoung + Mommy & Cockwarming

Day 23

Vampire!Jongho + Predator/Prey & Marking

Day 24

Yandere!Eros!Jongin + Possession & Body Worship

Day 25

Yandere!Dragon!Mingyu + Size & Overstimulation

Day 26

Tiefling!Yunho + Predator/Prey

Day 27

Bunny Hybrid!Soobin + Mommy & Breeding

Day 28

Yandere!Trickster!Hongjoong + Body Worship & Somnophilia

Day 29

Demon!Seungcheol + Knife & Asphyxiation

Day 30

Yandere!Fallen Angel!Seonghwa + Somnophilia & Body Worship

Day 31

Yandere!Balrog!Mingi + Queen & Marking

[daydreaming-paradies]

Genshin Men and Their Flower Language(s)

ᡣ𐭩 Summary: Every flower has its own language. What flower language do these genshin men have?

ᡣ𐭩 characters: Zhongli(150), Childe(151), Diluc(182), Kaeya(141)

ᡣ𐭩 Warnings: Fluff, wholesome, a bit angst in Diluc and Kaeya's part

ᡣ𐭩 ~ Want to Continue?~ part 2

art belongs to @/eriimyon on X/Twitter

Zhongli

Baby's Breath-Everlasting Love

As a former archon, he has seen people come and go. He had learned to accept it years ago however when he first met you, he once thought that you were out of his league. But you proved him wrong, you took your time understanding him. You were there whenever he talks about his stories even if you do not like history, your attention is always on him. You make him feel loved no matter what he does on a daily basis. Yes in his eyes, you are his silly lover and his one and only. He knows that he will outlive you and he will miss you dearly so if he had any flower to give you daily is baby’s breath because for you, you are his everlasting love. Even if you pass on to the afterlife, you will be forever in his memories and his one true love.

Childe

Gardenia- You're lovely, Secret Love

You are the secret love of Childe. You know that he is a harbinger and you know he loves to battle but Childe for him, seeing you after he got home from a tiring mission had brightened his day. Childe knows that he brings danger and harm to you so he keeps you a secret from his enemies. His family loves you and his siblings love you to death. In Childe’s mind, you are one of the reasons he is still kicking, the reason for him to smile..the reason to come home in one piece. Every day when he comes home to you, he always gives you Gardenia flowers yet you do not know what it means. You bugged him about it until he revealed it. “Gardenia flowers means you are lovely or secret love, mia amata.” Childe says with a smile. “That means you are my lovely secret love.”

Diluc

White Rose-I am worthy of you

Diluc Ragnvidr is the man with few words, a private person, and a man with walls to protect himself from others. To stop himself from being hurt by another loved one's death but with you, all of that is out of the window. With you alone, he is very attentive despite his nightly duties. He always makes sure to put your needs before his own. You both made a routine to give each other flowers whenever you two see each other either in privacy or in private. Your flowers is always the red rose but Diluc’s rose is white roses. You later ask Lisa what the white rose means and you were surprised to say the least. White roses means innocence and purity, you’re heavenly, secrecy and silence and I am worthy of you. Diluc was in a surprise when you hugged him, killing him with your kisses and saying to him. “Thank you, my nightly Knight.” This makes the poor man tear up and embrace you in his arms. You are both worthy of each other. Never let each other go.

Kaeya

Orange Blossom-Eternal Love

Who says that even the broken can fall in love? For Kaeya, it is him. He has been hiding his pain with a sly smile and the flirtiness, hiding the turmoil in his heart. To Kaeya, he thought that he would be alone in this world where nobody loved him nor understand until you came into his life. Kaeya was wary of you at first but after some time, he realized that you did not have any ill motives towards him. You understand him, love him for who he really is despite what others said about him. You make his life worth something and if he had to pick a flower to describe you. It would be an orange blossom flower. Even in a different universe..even if you are gone from his life, his love for you will be eternal.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー２０２４> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT

THAT LITTLE FOX 🦊 SOSHIRO HOSHINA X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 2: MONSTER FORM // KITSUNE

🐙 requested by: anonymous. About your kinktober event, I'm not sure if I read your rules properly soo.. Can I have a request for Hoshina from kn8? (With female reader). Day 2, I'm not sure if Kitsune counts as a monster form? But feel free to decline! :D ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. sex with a "stranger creature" in the middle of a forest. nipple biting, hard sex. unprotected sex. 🐙 wc: 1,9k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

A funny fox, a sly fox a very naughty …

Infamous for a droll laughter, that creature living in the ghost city is. He plays tricks on people, he is fast and very, very strong. A sharp smirk, with keen fangs, makes everybody a little annoyed and scared. His status, high. Nobody dares to say no to him, whimsical with food and sex, everything is served to him.

“I’m feeling like paying a visit to the human world today” he chuckles, eating a sweet dessert with his kimono almost open.

“Are you sure Master Hoshina? Remember humans are weaker, by far more innocent, and above all… mortal” his assistant, maid, Okonogi answers worried.

“You say innocent, Okonogi dear? Mhh…”

There, with a cunning smirk, the Kitsune Soshiro seals the faith of a poor, innocent victim… a human victim.

It took nothing for him to leave Ghost City; many Yokai saluted him goodbye, other simply omitted any words. And it also took nothing for him to go from a humanoid form with fluffy ears, to a very sweet fox with narrow eyes and a cute pair of fangs.

“Night of the Yokai” that’s how the event you were attending was called. A usual “ghost seeing” event hosted at your city park -that actually looked a lot more like a forest- where you all wear typical clothes and enjoyed a night time walk around the park. Some people used their great costume skills to dress as Yokai, scaring the weak and the bravest and other simply sold delicious treats to collect funds for the local shrine.

And there you are, dressed in a beautiful pink yukata with flowers tangled around your hair. An updo as beautiful as your face, and the sweet scent of your perfume attracting every look around.

As you begin to walk, the chit chat of your friends began to become less and less important and by the time you realized their presence was a simple memory… you had lost? How could you? you were right by the main entrance of the park minutes ago. The sound of the matsuri music only reaches your ears like a soft murmur, and the moon was now the main source of light in your path… why? What happened?

Your phone, dead. no gps, no calls, no 911. Why?

“Are you lost?” a voice caresses your ears, a very distant, strange voice. It is playful, but a little creepy. You could feel how the creature speaking was smiling.

You take a look around. Nothing. There is nothing.

“Aren’t you going to answer? Are you mute?” that same voice asks. This time sounding a little annoyed rather than playful. You swallow; should you comply? or should you run?

“Who are you? I am not lost! I’m just taking a walk” you lie; if there is something you know very well, is to never show weakness.

“Mhh… are you sure!? I can help you come back, if you want me to…” that voice says, this time closer… so close you could swear it was whispering right on your ear.

You turn around swiftly; scared. But there isn’t a man, nor a ghost… just a little cute fox sitting right there. You immediately breathe alleviated, at least danger doesn’t seem so close.

“What a cute fox” you murmur, still looking around, frightened. “Am I?” the fox answers, turning into a humaine form right in front of you. Uncovered, naked and most importantly savagely free, he stands up with his hands resting on his waist and his sex imposingly out.

You gawk; the beauty of that man, pale and well trained, leaves you in awe. The soft kiss of a silver moonlight shines on his purple fluffy ears, and a tail also casts shadows on the ground.

You take some steps back; independently if that human fox hybrid looked absolutely delicious, you don’t really feel safe around a creature completely naked.

“Why are you walking away? You said I was cute, don’t you wanna pet me?” he asks again, smiling and while he does, flashing a pair of brilliant sharp fangs coming out of his mouth.

“I- don’t hurt me” you mutter, that’s the only thing you could actually say as your legs quiver and your eyes are forced to look away from his nudity.

“I am not going to hurt you! that’s not something I do… In fact, I wish to help you out of this place… however, for that, I require a payment!” he playfully words, sitting back on a rock. As a god waiting to be served, perhaps even to be fed, he waits for your answer.

You stay still for a couple of seconds; should you trust this creature? Of course not! and yet, there you were, thinking about it… there is something so luring about him, about the way he is not even a little ashamed of showing off his anatomy… so magical and attractive.

“What’s the price?” you ask, biting your thumb nail. “Oh, interested then? Well, a kiss! I’ve read about your stories, where a princess kisses a frog, and the frog turns into a prince… would you do it?”

You giggle; is that so? a simple kiss? That sounds a little childish…

“Well, I’ll do it. But! You need to promise me you’ll help me getting out the forest” “It’ll be my absolute pleasure…”

He then proceeds to stand up, and jumping comes closer to you. An aura, almost asphyxiating, surrounds you when he does. But that feeling doesn’t feel bad, in fact, it is almost described as… lustful. You close your eyes and pout, coming close to his lips -and those interesting pointy fangs protruding from beneath-. You feel attracted to kiss him slowly rather than giving him a quick peck, and it makes you auto reprimand yourself for such lewd thoughts.

Oh, but honey… how could you be that innocent? a fox is an animal that hunts a prey to eat, and you are exactly it…

As your lips touch his lips, a claw seems to bury on your waist; Snatched against his nudity you become trapped, and the kiss that started with a simple crash of mouths is now deep, lustful, erotic.

Your mind goes blank; dazed in the way his tongue intrudes your wet cave, you can’t articulate a single thought. Your body takes over, and what should have been fighting to be freed, turns into a quite “receptive attitude”.

Your pelvis comes closer to his crotch, feeling how hard it becomes the more he kisses you. Your arms, that were hanging loosely on each side of your body, are now tangled around that “kitsune’s” waist.

No words were said as he pushes you softly and you start walking back until you hit a tree. One of his hands, now that he is sure you won’t run away from him, grips tightly around your wrists. He lifts your arms up and pins them against the log behind.

“Kitsune don’t turn into princes, as you can see” he smirks. “I can see that very clearly…” you answer back, as one of his legs slides in between yours and his thigh reaches your core.

He chuckles, his slanted eyes turn into a fine line, there is no doubt this man is a fox… it even looks cute, enough to make you smile in such intense situation.

But the soft and sweetness only lasts for a second, as he opens his eyes shining a purple hue that’s both intense and scary.

“Now, that you have given me access to your body, I will enjoy feasting on it” he announces, startling you with such statement. Access? Feasting?

You widen your eyes, unable to react to the fast blow of a paw that turns your clothes completely to rags; and your body, naked.

“Unless tell me your name first” you murmur, as his lips are about to attack one of your nipples. “My name is Soshiro… now, enough with the questioning” he says, desperate to, indeed, feast on you.

You moan the moment his lips finally surround your nipple, but then you whine when those sharp fangs nibble on it. You can’t move your arms, as he still has you pinned against the tree, and your legs, spread enough, only fight to keep your weight up.

Soshiro pushes up his thigh against your sex; a pressure you definitely sense, making you feel even needier…In a matter of seconds you begin humping on his leg, a dry torture that feels good but still not enough. And for that, my dear, you just need to wait just a little longer…

“You are making a mess of my leg, fufufu” he giggles, biting your neck while he takes his leg off your sex. It hurts, those fangs seem to mark your skin to the point of drawing out blood from it. It hurts but it’s so good, so deliciously good… “You are so tasty, human…” he whispers in your ear, making you tremble with such creepy but sexy tone. “Your blood tastes like an unholy prey…”

You gasp; is he really thinking of eating you alive?!

He smirks, again, without you looking. But you can still notice he is doing so. And after he does, a swift snatch and you are on your fours with your knees burning from hitting the ground beneath.

“Now, let me copulate with you” “Copulate?!” you ask, on the verge of laughter. That sounded like an ancient word to you. In fact, Soshiro is quite an ancient creature. “Oh! Wait! My bad, I remember you dirty humans call it fuck… so naughty” he answers back as a slap reaches your buttocks. “But believe me, we are even more naughty than any of you…”

Another spank made you whine, and then, the heat of a throbbing sex reached closely to your dripping core. It makes you quiver, desperate to receive it on your insides. Walls already pulsating and spasming, dilating enough to welcome him.

“Look at you, so willing to let me fuck you” he laughs, already playing with the wetness coming from your core in between his fingers.

Soshiro takes enough time to discover everything about your anatomy, and when the way your ass keeps lifting up to ask for more, he finally positions himself behind you with one knee on the ground and his hands around your waist.

His intrusive hardness opens its way inside you, dealing with milking walls that make him grunt as he goes slowly in. Little claws of his, carve marks on your waist going down your hips.

The first blow comes, a ram so strong that makes you mewl in lust. And then the next one, forcing you to keep your arms and legs steady not to fall, being on all fours ain’t easy.

Soshiro fucks you like an animal, as naughty and feral as one. One thrust after the other, so eager to make you cum from pure brutal penetration… and, unlike any previous men in your life, he, indeed, got you trembling with an uncontrollable orgasm experience.

Your chest has already fallen onto the ground, your arms couldn’t keep you on all fours. And, to Soshiro’s delight, this position seem even more enjoyable… so ready to fill you up with whatever Kitsune cums with…

“Can I get pregnant from a yokai?” “Well… I bet you can, wish me to try?!” “NO”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ....

“(Name)! (Name)?! Hey! Snap out of it!” one of your friends screams at you. “Wha- what?!” you blink repeatedly, unable to understand what is actually happening. “You got lost following a little fox, but thankfully you came back… are you ok?” “Oh… yes, yes… I guess I am…” you smiled. ㅤㅤㅤㅤAfter all, that naughty fox helped you go back, exactly as he promised ~

Taglist of amazing babes: @adaizel @ariesbbytings @animesnowstorm @lenablack9919 💕🌻

[cupcakeslushie]

When you wanna draw father-son bonding, so you spend the day working on an AU of your AU. Draxum and Donnie never poisoned with Empyrean! Which means Draxum was a mildly decent father, and Donnie was never put through hell. Maybe in the Sep!au they’ll get to this point someday!

👇👇Also I wanted to make a post with all the things to note about Empyrean thus far in the AU. 👇👇

Draxum had the most exposure, working with it daily. Effects: anger and a stronger obsession with unlocking the power and secrets of the Empyrean. Going through the ritual was like a massive reboot to his brain. He becomes closer to s2 Draxum, but waaaay more ashamed for all the horrible things he’s done.

Three had about the same amount of exposure as Leo, seeing as he never worked with it directly, and very rarely when Draxum allowed him to assist him in the main lab. It’s the cause of his visions, but most of his frantic behavior just comes from the massive amount of trauma he’s been through. Three has not gone through the cleansing ritual, but it’s likely to only help lessen the visions. It would not be a cure all. He will come do more research on empyrean at the end of season 2–this will be how the movie ties in.

Leo went through multiple exposure sessions with Kitsune, but a big difference was that she was combining the Empyrean with her magic. Because of this, it was less concentrated. Effects, anger and bloodlust/obsession with protecting his family. The effects aren’t as bad as with Draxum, and they grow better after Leo’s ritual, and with daily meditation.